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abbyromanoff · 7 months

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PLEASE BRO IF YOUR DOING REQUESTS,

Can you please do yandere!possessive!gp!valkryie, where her and reader had a huge argument and reader storms out leaving Valkyrie alone. Later coming home Valkyrie rails the shit out of reader in front of a mirror because valkryie followed reader to a bar where she saw a man flirt reader (she OFC kills the dude when he reader leaves.)

PLEASE BRO IVE ASKED SO MANY PPL (no hate to anybody I've asked, I love you all 💞)

GONE, BUT NOT FOR LONG

PAIRINGS: Valkyrie x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,821

WARNINGS: smut, Valkyrie has a dick, blowjobs, cunnilingus, killing, murder, dark!valkyrie, knives, king!valkyrie, fingering, facials, breeding, noncon, jealousy, possessiveness, think that’s all :)

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Run. Keep running. That’s all that ran through your mind as you sped away from the large building where you used to sleep peacefully, that was until you found out the truth, until you realized your lover had been lying to you all along.

She was the king, one respected by many, if not all. Citizens trusted her with their lives yet she kept her disguise, taking away the innocence of others as she cut them short of breathing. The man didn’t deserve that, no matter what he did to annoy her, he didn’t deserve to die. He could’ve had a family, children wondering when their dad would come home, only to have him stripped away to never see again.

You always knew Valkyrie had a jealous side to her, some would even call it possessiveness. But you never thought it would go this far.

Earlier on you had planned on surprising the woman at work, hoping she’d still be in her office for lunch instead of skipping like usual. You always warned her of the health concerns that came with ignoring meals, but she never listened, stating she was often times ‘too busy to remember’. And you wished when you entered that was what greeted you, your girlfriend hunched over a pile of papers on her desk, only it was far from that.

When you entered, a small grin on your face and a container in your hands, you were greeted with the sight of Valkyrie holding a knife to a man’s neck who was begging for forgiveness. Your feet planted in your spot as you gasped, mouth falling wide open while the older woman snapped her head in your direction.

“Please-“ The man cried out behind his gag, only to have the sharp object slit his skin open, causing blood to ooze out of his rapidly until he fell limp to the floor.

“Baby? Baby, it’s alright, he was a very, very bad man, okay? He had this coming.” She tried reaching out for you, handing the blade to one of her bodyguards who took it without hesitation, the rest of them already starting to clean up the mess she made. You backed away, wincing from her near touch alone. You knew she loved you and would never hurt you, but what if that changed? What if she did hurt you someday? She often got mad when she was jealous, what if it went so far one day and she tried to hurt you?

“Don’t touch me!” Your eyes were glossed over and she gulped fearfully at the sight, she wasn’t one to be afraid or scared, but knowing she caused those tears was what scared her the most. It scared her of herself, of what she could do.

“It’s me, love, I’m not going to hurt you.” But how could you trust that? How could you trust that she’d keep you safe when she just killed an innocent person right in front of your eyes?

“Look, he- he deserved it! I had to keep you safe-“

“Don’t you dare put this on me, I am not the one who held a knife to his neck and slit his fucking throat! I don’t even know his name, for Christ's sake!” She seemed to be growing more and more agitated as you continued to ignore her words, and chose to believe your own instead. You didn’t understand, you didn’t understand the things she had to do to keep you safe.

“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I wanted to kill him? No, but I knew he couldn’t roam free after what he did to you, what if he tried on someone else, huh? Would you let him have forgiveness then?” In all honesty, she wanted to do it. She found herself being filled with joy whenever she got to end the life of one of her victims. She had no idea what was wrong with her, she knew it wasn’t normal but she couldn’t stop, it just felt so good.

When there was no response spewing out of your mouth, she decided to take the next step and brought a single foot forward, letting her palms caress your face as she smiled, you didn’t pull away. Although, she noticed the small flinch but chose to ignore it.

“Guards,” She called for the attention of the tall men, all of them turning their heads in her direction. “Please exit the premises, and take the body with you.” They nodded and did as asked without question, you wondered if this was a normal occurrence for them.

“Awh, don’t cry, pretty girl, Daddy didn’t mean to upset you.” She pouted at your frightened expression, chuckling darkly when you sniffled.

“See the things I’d do for my little girl? I’d die for you, I’d kill for you, doesn’t that mean something?” You shook your head rapidly, trying your best to escape her grasp until she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist.

“Don’t think you’re leaving me, sweetheart.” You wiggled around hopelessly, knowing deep down there was no chance in hell you’d disobey her.

“Let me go! Please, Val, please!” She groaned, kissing the side of your neck, even when you tried to hit your head on hers as the only option left.

“Mm, I like it when you beg me, baby. Turns me on so much.” She pulled you in closer by the hips, letting you feel the growing bulge hidden beneath her suit. It stopped you in your tracks, shuddering quietly as she grinded against you.

“I know you’re mad, so why don’t you let me make it up to you, okay? Can I do that?” You shook your head with a whine, feeling your body weaken the more you wasted your energy trying to escape.

“Too bad. You have no idea how I need this, I’ve been so frustrated all week, working nonstop, don’t you want to help Daddy?” Trying to disagree took all the willpower you had left because you knew you wanted it, no matter how much you said you didn’t. You wanted her to fuck you deep and raw, showing no mercy on your weeping cunt. It was as if she could read your mind because she quickly turned you around, pressing your back against her front while her free hand ran down your stomach to your core, letting her fingers dip inside your pants.

“Don’t try and run from me, there’s nowhere you can go.” The only place you ever knew were her arms, and each time you’d come racing into them, desperate for her to have any sense of hold on you. She was captivating your mind with her as her fingers ran across your folds, collecting your slick and creating a shiny glow as she pulled them out to show you.

“I think you’ve been lying to me, sweetheart, I think you like me killing in your favor.” She grinned when you struggled to come up with a response, only shaking your head no in hopes she’d believe it. But, truthfully, you didn’t believe your lie either.

“Every lie you tell me is only going to add to your already long list of punishments. So, tell me, did you like watching me slit his throat? Is that what made you this wet? Hm?” You gave in, accepting your fate as you succumbed to the feeling of her skin rubbing onto yours.

“Yes- I fucking loved it, Val.” She slapped the side of your ass and tsked in disapproval, causing shame to rise in your chest.

“Try again.” She hummed, letting a singular digit prod gently at your hole, teasing you with her soft nature that you knew would soon be replaced by something darker.

“I loved it, Daddy..” You muttered, nearly choking on your breath as she entered you. Before you could even think, a second finger joined, causing you to whimper loudly.

“Gotta stretch you out for my cock, baby.” She stated. “I fuck you every day yet you’re still so damn tight, such a dirty slut you are.” Came her spoken words followed by a deep, hungry groan.

“Just for you, I’m your slut.” You seemed to be chasing for her approval by now, blushing from every noise that left her hot mouth. You’ve always been such a good girl for her, that’s what she adored most about you.

“That’s right. Daddy’s little slut, maybe I should mark you with it so you know just who you belong to.” In an instant you were pushed to your knees, her legs kicking the back of yours and causing you to fall as she finally removed herself from your tight hole. She looked down at you with hunger before you turned to face her, pleading with your eyes only while she stroked your cheek, her slick-covered digits seeping into your mouth as you suckled on them gently.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You nuzzled your face against her crotch where her restricted hard-on poked you. She was teasing you, she knew that.

“You want Daddy’s cock? Yeah? Of course, you do, little bitch.” You lowered her minimal clothing when given permission and gasped when noticing a small wet spot where her pre-cum had leaked. You were practically dripping when she finally freed herself of the uncomfortable gear, sighing with satisfaction as you reached forward to pull down the boxers she adorned, freeing her length to the fresh air. You instantly wrapped your hand around it, letting your lips press against the head repeatedly until you dragged your tongue up and down the skin.

“Oh- fuck! Mhm, just like that, take it, baby.” She tangled her fingers in your hair and thrusted forward while pulling you even closer, chuckling at the sound of your gags bouncing off the walls. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let her take control, moving your palms to fondle her balls.

“This is all your fault, Y/N. If you weren’t so fucking perfect, maybe I wouldn’t have had to hurt him. Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn sexy, you wouldn’t have to be choking on my dick right now.” You didn’t want it any other way, this was truly heaven.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat- shit! You’re gonna swallow it all, right?” You nodded as best as you could with her still in your mouth, watching as she threw her head back before releasing her finish, her juices reaching your tastebuds instantly. She held you in place, forcing you to keep still and follow in on your promise. Droplets tended to dribble down your chin and to your neck, but you refused to let any go to waste.

She pulled out soon after, slapping her length against your face and smothering your skin in her release. You licked your lips and tasted the sweet nectar, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest.

“Get on all fours and face the mirror.” It wasn’t a request as much as it was a demand. In her eyes, you didn’t have a choice, you were to follow her lead and trust her every move, which you found yourself doing over the course of your relationship.

“Good girl, you listen so well.” She kneeled behind you and smacked your ass with force, causing you to wince as your body reacted with only a deeper amount of pleasure.

“Daddy-“ You were cut off with a moan, biting your lip to try and stifle the sound but she still heard.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Do it again…please?” She complied, repeating her action and admiring your ass jiggled in response. She left a kiss to the burning skin and you smiled when she didn’t stop, layering each inch of your body until she reached your hole once again. Her tongue drew circles on your swollen bud before dipping inside of you. Your hands balled into tight fists as you watched your reaction through the mirror, glancing back and forth at your girlfriend's already hardened cock. It was so easy to mess with her, she would fall for anything you did and would give you anything you wanted.

“Taste so good, so perfect.” Slurping sounds came from behind you until she was bringing you to the edge, your body already overstimulated from the previous actions.

Right as you were about to sink into your orgasm, she pulled away, lining her length up with your entrance and using your wetness as a form of lube. Your breath got caught in your throat at the intrusion while her eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your walls clamping around her tip.

“That feel good? Hm? You like it when I stretch you out just for me?” You nodded while screaming out agreements, the fear of her guards hearing you not even seeming to register like usual as you just focused on her. On how she made you feel. On how she bombarded you with overwhelming excitement by just being her.

“You fit so well around me, it’s like you were made for me.” In her mind and soul, she knew it was true. The moment she met you she knew she had to have you as her own, you were made for her as she was for you. You were hers, every part of you belonged to her and she’d never let you believe otherwise. Either you’d spend your life with her or yours would come to a short, she wouldn’t be able to live knowing you were being loved by another.

“Yes! You fuck me s-so good, I need more, please!” Your breasts bounced with each thrust she sent, now being buried deep inside of you while her pelvis smacked against your backside, creating a loud clapping sound that echoed throughout the room.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum, have you leaking just so I can fuck it back into you.” The image made you shudder, goosebumps traveling down your skin. Her fingers came to wrap around your hair as she yanked hard, her other hand finding place on your waist and holding onto you with a bruising grip.

“You close, princess?”

“Mhm, so close.” You whispered, tossing your head back even further until it laid on her shoulder. Her tits were rested against your back, her swollen nipples poking your skin in a teasing manner.

“Too bad.” You were meeting her thrusts as she continued to quicken, causing you to look sloppy and weak compared to her. Her bulging biceps made way to your vision, and you nearly came just from the sight.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t stop it-“ You were close to breaking her most important rule if she kept denying you. You tried your absolute best, but that’s all you could do.

“I wanna hear you beg for it.”

“I’ll do anything, please, just let me cum. I-l promise I’ll be good- ah! I’m sorry, I c- can’t hold back, Daddy.” She whispered a singular word into your ear and gazed into your eyes through the mirror, watching as your orgasm came crashing down over you. Suddenly, you felt warm liquid releasing deep inside of you, but you were too weak to fight it.

“No-“ Whimpers washed over you before you could push her away, your body becoming limp as your legs shook.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, baby, that way you can never leave me again.” She licked her lips and caressed your breasts with her palms, tweaking your nipples until she had you crying out.

“Now you’ll be mine forever.”

She let you rest in the bed and when you awoke, you were greeted with nothing but silence. You assumed she was working once again, and instead of being sad, you used that to your advantage. Packing your limited amount of clothes and resources quickly into a bag you planned on leaving, escaping from her wrongful actions and beliefs, and starting a new life of your own, one that would be forced as hidden from the public.

You seemed to be able to sneak past most without them recognizing you or realizing something was wrong. Then, your engine roared as it started and you instantly took off. You hoped Valkyrie hadn’t put a chip in it with how protective she was, but you couldn’t care as you drove far away until you weren’t able to see the Asgardian City sign anymore.

You sighed in relief, thinking you were free. But you didn’t know what was going on back in the large building where your girlfriend sat, watching through the cameras she installed in her vehicle in case something like this ever happened. She smirked, already planning what she was going to do with you in her head.

“Guards,” She started, earning their full attention, “Give them some time to think their free. Then, kidnap them, mask and all. Hopefully, then they’ll see how much they need me to keep them safe.”

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steinfellds · 10 months

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She Always Will Know

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader (Carol x Valkyrie)

Summary: You're home alone and assume you are able to get away with touching yourself. Natasha reminds you that she will always know when you do.

Warnings: Dom!Carol, dom!Natasha, sub!Valkyrie, sub!Reader, Captain kink (c), daddy kink (n), public sex, use of vibrators, edging, overstimulation, begging, hair tugging, marking, fingering (v receiving), strap-on sex (v receiving), masturbation, video tapping, watching through cameras, mentions of gun violence, choking, degradation, giving head (v receiving), humiliation kink.

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When you opened your eyes, you let out an annoyed huff. Natasha's side of the bed was cold, meaning she had gotten up hours ago and had left the house for work. You knew she would be gone in the morning because she always is, but sometimes you give yourself false hope that she will be in bed with you, waiting for you to wake up.

You pull yourself out of bed and shuffle towards the bathroom. The cold tiles feel uncomfortable against your bare feet. You quickly wash your face and brush your teeth before exiting the bedroom and walking towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ms Y/L/N." Your greeted by one of Natasha chefs.

"Morning." You mumble.

"Ms Romanoff ordered me to give this note to you." He passes the hand-written note over to you and you eagerly open it.

Good morning, baby.

Make sure you eat and drink something this morning. I won't be coming home tonight to collect you. I'm having Bucky go and pick you up and drive you to my hotel room. It's a formal occasion. I've left a tight black dress in your wardrobe, wear that. I've also left a special surprise in the pocket of the dress. You will know what to do with it once you see it. Remember, I'll know if you don't.

Love, Nat.

You crumble up the note in your hand and toss it into the bin.

"Thanks."

You quickly walk back to your room and open your wardrobe. A smile forms when you see the dress Natasha has picked for you. It's a beautiful dress. You check the pockets of the dress and pull out a bullet vibrator. It must be a new vibrator, you've never seen it before.

You stare at the vibrator in thought. Natasha won't be home tonight and Bucky won't be coming to get you for a few hours. Nobody would know if you had a few orgasms without Natasha's permission.

You place the new vibrator back into the dress pocket and walk over to Natasha's closet. You grab one of Natasha's vibrators and get back into bed. You turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting and hold it against your clit. You let out a soft moan as you turn the power settings up, slowly getting to the highest setting. It doesn't take long for your first orgasm to wash over you, making your back arch and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

If only you were more aware of your surroundings, you would have noticed the camera facing the bed.

A few hours later, you're in the bath. Your muscles feel achy and you feel like you're floating on a cloud. You glance over at your phone and gasp when you see the time, Bucky could be here any second. You quickly get out of the bath and start getting ready. You slip the new vibrator inside of you, fighting the urge to pull it back out. You're still so sensitive from your earlier activities. You put the black dress on and apply light make-up. Within 15 minutes, you're ready.

You hear a knock on your door and Bucky's voice call out, "Y/n, you ready?" He asks.

You open the door with a smile. "I'm ready."

The drive to Natasha's hotel room doesn't take too long. Bucky walks you up to Natasha's room and knocks on the door, waiting for someone to open it before walking away.

"Y/n! Hi, sweetheart. Come in." Wanda answers the door, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you inside. "Gosh, you look beautiful. Did Natasha pick out that dress?"

You nod with a small smile. You don't mind Wanda, but sometimes she scares you. You've seen her go trigger-happy once, which was not a pleasant experience.

The hotel room is full of people. A few of the people you recognise are workers for Natasha and some of the other people you recognise are Natasha's friends. You quickly scan the room for Natasha and frown when you don't see her.

"Natasha's in the back room with Carol and Valkyrie." Wanda tells you. It's almost like she can read your mind.

Wanda leads you to the back room and opens the door. Your stomach does a flip when you see the sight in front of you.

Carol is wearing a bra and a black strap-on. Valkryie is completely naked and pinned beneath Carol. She has one hand wrapped around Valkyrie's throat and her other hand is groping her breasts. Natasha sits on a chair in the corner of the room with one hand down her pants. When Natasha notices you, she beckons you over and ushes Wanda away.

"Hey, baby." Natasha's voice is raspy. She grabs onto your hand and pulls you into her lap. She softly grabs your chin, rubbing your lips with the pad of her thumb. Your mouth drops open slightly and you take her thumb into your mouth, sucking and licking it. You stifle a moan when you taste her.

"Do you have something to tell me?" She asks, pressing down on your tongue.

You give her a confused look.

"Something that happened this morning? It went on for hours." A grin forms across Natasha lips as she watches the realisation fall over your face.

"I didn't-" Natasha cuts you off as you mumble around her thumb.

"You didn't, what?" She questions, "You didn't think I'd find out? Baby, I know you're just a needy, dumb slut that can't control herself. I will always know."

A loud moan from Valkryie pulls your attention over to her. Carol's hand is still wrapped around Valkyrie's throat but Carol's other hand is on Valkyrie's hips, holding tightly onto her as she slams her cock into her. Valkyrie's hand comes up to her mouth and muffles her moans for a few seconds until Carol rips her hand away.

Natasha roughly makes you look back at her, digging her nails into your skin. You softly wince at the pain.

"Look at me, not them." Natasha snaps.

You nod, silently watching her with fear. This isn't the first time Natasha has punished you, but it's the first time she's punishing you for touching yourself without permission.

Natasha reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small object. She presses down on a button, and a wave of pleasure washes over you. Almost immediately, the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle and it quickly turns painful. Your head falls against Natasha's shoulder and your hands grip her shirt. Natasha switches the vibrator off and waits a few seconds for you to calm down before turning it on to the lowest setting. The lowest setting isn't too painful. It's more of a pleasurable pain.

"How many times did you cum?" Natasha questions, pulling your face out of her neck so she can look at you.

You consider lying about the number, but you're sure Natasha already knows how many times you came.

"Fourteen times." You mumble, biting your lip hard when Natasha turns the power up slightly.

You hear Valkyrie moan out again. "Captain, please, please." She whines, "Please let me cum."

You fight the urge to turn around to look at Valkyrie and Carol.

"She can cum." Natasha tells Carol.

The whiney moan Valkyrie lets out makes your thighs clench together. Your action doesn't go unnoticed by Natasha but she doesn't mention anything.

After Valkyrie comes down from her high, Natasha calls Carol over.

Carol's fingers thread themselves through your hair, pulling it to make you look up at her. Carol is covered in sweat and smells of thick sex.

"I watched you get yourself off earlier. It was cute how defeated you looked when your fingers weren't doing a good enough job." Carol smirks. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you realise that you were being recorded and Natasha probably showed the video to all her friends.

"Make Valkyrie cum fourteen times. I want to show Y/n what she's missing out on because of her slutty behaviour earlier."

Carol looks over at Valkyrie on the bed before turning back to Natasha, "I can make her go fifteen more times, she's got a little bit more left in her."

Carol tugs roughly at your hair, making you cry out in pain before walking back over to Valkyrie. She whispers something in her ear and Valkyrie nods. Carol is softer this time. She softly pushes Valkyrie's thighs apart before laying down between them and fucking her with her tongue. Valkyrie whines out and arches her back. Her hands grab onto Carol's hair and pull her closer to her.

Natasha's hand rubs at your thighs, her fingers slowly reaching higher. She pushes your panties to the side and rubs small circles on your clit. Your hands buckle into her hands and she chuckles.

"Already so desperate for more."

Natasha presses another button on the controller and your pleasure increases. Natasha continues to rub your clit in circles, loving the way you try to control the pleasure in your face. Natasha turns up the power to one more level and you moan loudly.

"Daddy, I'm sensitive-" You whine, "I'll cum."

"Control it." Natasha pulls her fingers away from your clit and starts to pull your dress off you. Once your dress is off, she gives her attention to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers. Your back arches and you feel yourself coming to the edge of your orgasm.

Valkyrie whines out something before going completely silent. You watch as her face contorts into pleasure and how her hips rut into Carol's face, riding out her high.

The moment Valkyrie orgasms, Natasha turns the vibrator off and stops touching you. You want to let out an ungrateful whine, but you know that'll get you nowhere tonight.

Carol kisses Valkyrie's thighs and rubs them softly, giving her girlfriend time to gather herself. With a quick nod from Valkyrie, Carol starts to eat her out again. Natasha turns the vibrator on again and you buckle your hips into nothing.

You're slowly starting to become frustrated and whiney from Natasha edging you. "I'm sorry!" Natasha kisses up your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks in her path. "I won't touch myself without your permission again. Please, please just let me cum."

Natasha rubs your hips in a comforting way, "You hear that, Carol? She's already begging for more."

Carol lets out a chuckle without pulling away from Valkyrie. The vibrations send Valkyrie into her 2nd orgasm. This time, Natasha doesn't turn the vibrator off, in fact, she increases the power setting. You slam your thighs shut and grip Natasha's forearm, trying to control yourself.

As Carol starts to fuck Valkyrie with her fingers. Dread falls over your face. This is going to be a horrible, long night of constant edging and teasing.

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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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star-xxx1 · 5 months

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔡𝔲𝔱𝔶 ☾ 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔢

pairing ❦ king!Valkyrie x female handmaiden!reader

summary ❦ one kiss and you were hers. Now in New Asgard, you owed your King a great deal for your brand new life; thankfully, you adored every way she found to show your appreciation

warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; strap-ons, pillow humping, innocence kink, degradation but not intense, face fucking, humiliation if you squint, submission, name calling but reader knows Val cares about her

words ❦ 1.9k

a/n ❦ @crescent-witch requested a Val fic, I wanted to write a Val fic, now king Val is finally here! Mildly debating turning this into a series of things because just.. yeaaah King Valkyrie

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This song and dance though, this show of power in her possessive grip about your waist contradicting the gentle way she looked at you �� a prize instead of property— it only made you fall harder. If you were to crash and burn, you had a gut feeling she’d catch you.

How would you feel about a job reassignment, precious?

New Asgard lived up to its name; obviously in origins, but for you it was all new shops, views, and people. One person in particular was the reason you’d wound up here, plucked from your lavish home in Omnipotence City under Zeus’ court, whisked away the instant her warrior blood stained lips met the back of your hand. Being smitten was alright, she wasn’t your first crush; it was when she returned despite the banishment she’d surely been dealt that your heart began to flare.

She’d beckoned you over from her place in the shadows with one commanding finger, shrouded figure somehow invisible to everyone but you, her target. You remembered the multitude of questions that’d bounced around your skull, wanting to ask who she was just to hide the reality that as soon as some maid uttered her name you’d poured through every bit of information you could get your hands on, trying to uncover the secrets of this alluring Valkyrie. It didn’t matter, she’d shushed you with that same finger now against your lips, every thought you’d hoarded for weeks since your first encounter thrown out the window. She tugged you those last few inches closer, fully engulfed in her dark hiding spot and overwhelmed with just how solid her body felt against your own, toned arm keeping your front tight against her chest.

There was no doubt in your mind she could’ve taken you at will, snatched you while you passed and rode off on her Pegasus without having to bat one seductive eye; it’d happened before to women around here. This song and dance though, this show of power in her possessive grip about your waist contradicting the gentle way she looked at you — a prize instead of property— it only made you fall harder. If you were to crash and burn, you had a gut feeling she’d catch you.

How would you feel about a job reassignment, precious?

Now you were her… something. You’d heard whispers of ‘King’s Consort’ but never asked. She called, you came; you wished for anything, she provided; it was nameless, but you had no complaints. Your king went above and beyond, far more attentive than any person you’d experienced in your young life… so you had no qualms doing whatever she asked.

Valkyrie was a busy woman, always going from one meeting to another, leaving her exhausted many nights when she finally joined you in her chambers. Occasionally it made you sad, bored without her presence, and as much as she’d teased you about it in your short time with her, she hated seeing you pout. Today she’d put her events on hold, promising to spend the entire day with you— she’d neglected to mention she still had a mountain of paperwork to work through.

It would’ve upset you had she not summoned you to her desk after an hour, thumbs rubbing into your soft hips while she playfully nibbled at your belly through your thin dress. If she kept up, your knees would buckle and she knew that; it wouldn’t be the first time she’d held your entire weight effortlessly. “Sit with me, buttercup. I want something pretty to look at.”

So melted by her smooth words, you didn’t realize where Val placed you until you were craning your neck upwards, sat between her legs on a thick cushion she’d clearly already anticipated using. Confusion rose as she stroked your cheeks, her smug grin only serving to trouble you further. “I don’t want to sit down here. It’s cold…”

“But you look perfect down there, just right,” If you wanted to pout, you couldn’t, her thumb swiping over your lips before pressing past them like it belonged there the whole time. The other fingers weren’t a necessity, you’d been dutifully keeping your mouth open, but they held you in place while her free hand set about inspecting your mouth, running along your teeth and inside your cheeks, Val’s smile ever wider. “I know just what I want to try putting in that darling mouth of yours.”

You didn’t have time to ask before she was pulling away, wet fingers unbuckling her pants and revealing her tucked away strap. Like clockwork your mouth watered, all too familiar with the pleasures that toy brought. You moved to stand, but she forced you down by your shoulders, meeting the pillow again with a dull oof. “But-”

Val shot you a warning look before you could complete your whiny sentence, an expression you’d learned to heed well. “All I need you to do is open wide. Not to speak, but to listen.”

You nodded eagerly, never having had such a thing, but willing to try if only to please your new king. Her chair pushed forward, crowding you until your view was only her clothed legs and the intimidating length in front, her hand finding the back of your head before you could move away.

Taking it was a slow process because Val made it one, reminding you the whole time she could shove it to the back of your throat as easy as one thrust of her hips, but she never did. She was steady, unwavering as she made you take the whole thing despite how you balled your fists atop your thighs, whimpering whenever you were worried you’d choke.

You didn’t and for that, she was proud. Inch by inch, your anxieties melted away, slowly but surely entranced by the slight weight on your tongue. You startled only because you could feel Val pulling back and, unready to give up your newfound ease, you let out a somewhat pitiful whine.

“Oh you like having a mouthful of my cock, sweetheart?” Given the same enthusiastic agreement, Val pushed back in, faster this time, but you didn’t complain. She really shouldn’t have waited so long to do this. “Think you can sit there and look pretty while I fuck your face?”

The question burned your cheeks, her hips already sliding back and forth before you had a chance to answer. It was yes, of course, but she couldn’t find it in her to wait. Not when you were moaning around her strap each time you took her in. “Just like that, you’re doing so well..”

Being mindless was easier than you’d imagined, letting your thoughts drift while your lover used your mouth for her filthy choice of distraction from work. Besides, it was hard to focus on much else past imagining Val fucking you like this elsewhere hopefully soon. The telltale tug in your lower belly had been there since she first called you over, tightening steadily as she fawned over you, coaxed you into whatever this was now. You were always like this, helplessly aroused by not only your submission, but how well it was received— and Val was always so very vocal in her approval.

“I wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now. So willing to let me do whatever I want… my perfect angel, all for me, isn’t that right?” Again with those words, striking you in your vulnerable state and making you squirm. She didn’t say a thing about it until your eyes began to close, mind wandering selfishly and depriving her of your attention. “Ah ah, eyes on me, sweet thing.”

She tugged at your hair and you groaned, eyes shooting open as she forced you forward. Your shift for balance was frantic, hands flat in front of your bent legs as Val held you in place. It was just a little awkward so you moved your hips and— there it was. That one bit of friction you’d been needing for so long. You pushed against the cushion experimentally, testing your accidental discovery. The fabric was rough on your bare sex, having forgone undergarments when you’d heard Valkyrie intended on spending the day with you, but you liked it. You’d heard of using pillows before, a few of your friends whispering the act to one another like a sacred secret, but you’d never tried… now you cursed your past self for denying you so long.

You moved in time with Val’s hips as much as you could, the fist in your hair still unrelenting in its grip. It was intoxicating, the combination of the desperation with which you rut against the object between your legs and the quick pace of her strap fucking your now aching jaw. You felt used and filthy, like a wanton whore who’d accept any treatment… and you adored every second of it.

“You’re getting off on having my cock down your throat? I bet if I lifted your skirt I’d see you absolutely drenching that poor pillow. Naughty girl,” Her teasing was punctuated with harsh thrusts, making you choke where you’d been so calm earlier, now your short breaths wouldn’t allow it. Your legs spread further, sinking down until the pressure on your clit was almost too much to bear, but the ache ever spreading through your core far outweighed the strain of your thighs. “I knew I’d picked the right one, you look so soft and shy, but you’re really just a depraved little thing.”

Protesting was useless, cries muffled by her intrusion and the frantic jerk of your hips giving you away. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as you struggled keeping up with her pace as well as your own, muscles tired and heavy as your orgasm teased its arrival, but your lover was unwilling to give you any reprieve. “This dalliance was supposed to be for my benefit, a quick distraction from work, but… you make such an ethereal sight, I could have you like this all day.”

The mere thought was enough to do you in, your beloved king using you as she pleased, uncaring how tired you were or how many times you came from humping a silly pillow, as long as she could watch your demeaning display— you couldn’t dismiss your needs a second longer.

You were so close, legs clamping around the cushion, shaky hands reaching to brace themselves on firmly planted calves, air caught in your throat threatening to suffocate, when you were ripped away. In your shock, you barely registered your back hitting the thick rug behind you, but when Val’s tongue filled the emptiness your mouth suffered from, you melted into her effortlessly. “I was being good! I wanted to cum…”

It took the older woman a while to understand what you’d said, deeply occupied with covering your caged in, prone form with as many marks your skin could handle. In her defense, making out your voice was infinitely harder amidst the meek whimpers and pleas you uttered. When she did find it in her to separate from where you lay, you caught sight of her blown pupils and disheveled trousers, possessive hands roaming and groping whatever parts of you they could reach, and prayed to the gods to grant you the willpower to survive her when she’d become this ravenous.

“My sweet, darling little buttercup…you were so much more than good, I want to thank you,” she moved forward just to watch her strap slide through your swollen cunt, hips rising to meet her and unabashed in how exposed it left you. The time for work was done; it’d be a miracle if she let you up from the floor before the sun set. “If you need my cock so badly, well, I’m nothing if not a gracious king.”

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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A Trick Question

Dark!Valkyrie x Fem!R

Request

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not you! “Daddy”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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❤️ Kaitlyn 🥵

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fluffyprettykitty · 2 years

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nsfw alphabet for valkyrie pls!

Pairing: Brunnhilde x reader

Word Count: 1700 words

Warnings: mention of rough sex, sex toys, oral, fingerfucking, praise kink, daddy kink, scissoring, exhibitionism, if I missed anything major let me know!

Author’s Note: tried to keep the reader a little bit gender-neutral for this one.

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Valkyrie Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Brunnhilde likes taking her time cuddling you and pulling you closer, kissing your arms and collarbones. Tracing all of your skin with her lips and praising you nonstop about how good you were for her. She makes you all nice and clean and checks your body for bruises and any injuries after any particular rougher playtime.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite part about herself is her arms and her general body strength, she likes knowing she can overpower you at any moment and she loves pinning you down. Brunnhilde prefers a partner with an expert mouth, she likes someone who is obedient mostly and knows how to use their tongue to their benefit.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Brunnhilde knows her way around the universe and she has some very nice magical strap-ons that can produce that white liquid she loves using on her lover, loves someone who is cum obsessed as much as the next dom. She also likes finishing, again and again, consecutive orgasms are her preference for both herself and her lover.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Her dirty secret is that she loves being praised. She loves to know she did a good job and has blown your mind, she wants each performance to be different and better than before. She puts a lot of thought into her sex marathon sessions and she wants her partner to full that to the most extent.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Brunnhilde is very experienced. Her long life has given the perfect insight into many different sex trends and many different kinds of loves of all types of alien species. She knows everything there is to know.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Scissoring. She loves suffocating you with her thigh while riding you to oblivion, watching you struggle and pant underneath her. She is into beautiful things and she loves maintaining eye contact during the act also she likes watching that bliss in your face that other positions don’t quite allow her to.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She likes making jokes, she is a natural jokester anyway and she loves knowing her partner is relaxed during the act. The longer the session, the more jokes she cracks, never at the expense of her lover even though sometimes she is known for reciting battle stories while deep inside you.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Immacutaly well-groomed. Brunnhilde’s skin is softer and smoother than any velvet. She loves her grooming time and she wants the same for you. She would never say no to a nice long bath session and a spa night. Applying lotions to each other is one of her favorite bonding moments.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She is very intimate during the moment because she is after all a very well-hidden hopeless romantic. She loves repeating how much she loves you, she loves praising you and breaking her act to remind you that you are the most beautiful creature in the world while destroying you. She is known to tenderly caress your face when her other moments are much rougher.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Brunnhilde has no qualms when it comes to masturbating. If she feels horny enough she won’t hesitate to go to the bathroom and rub herself silly. She also famously likes doing while piloting her ship, something about looking at the vastness of the universe while her fingers are deep inside her makes her very delirious. Her favorite way to do it is sitting with one leg on the floor, one pushed on a surface for balance, and one hand over her breast.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She loves being called daddy, it drives her wild. And she loves to hear your voice. Loves repeating questions until you answer them. Basically, she refuses to be quiet during a sex session.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. She truly doesn’t mind where as long as you have some relative privacy. She is not a shy girl if she feels like fingering you or having you eat her out in public she expects you to do that. She loves any space as long as she can be a little vocal about it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Moaning. Knowing what effect she has on you. Even if you let out a sigh for another reason it would turn Brunnhilde on, she loves her sounds and especially any vowels that come out of your pretty mouth. Also watching you getting more and more desperate for it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

She would never do anything that made you uncomfortable. She is really good at picking up social cues and the minute she felt like anything could upset you she would stop and ask you if you are alright.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves pleasing you, especially in the early mornings or if she feels particularly hungry for you at any moment. She has long been an expert at it and most importantly she loves taking her time doing it and doesn’t stop until you are shaking and trembling. She loves receiving it as well but for her is only part of the foreplay and never the full meal.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Her pace is vigorous. She loves going fast and rough at it. She wants it that way, she loves watching her partner come undone but there are moments she loves staying slow and sensual, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. But her to-go thing is the rough one so she always makes sure to train you to her pleasure and benefit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only between boring bureaucratic meetings, is sometimes the only reason she will agree to go on one as long as during the break she gets to have a taste. Sometimes, if you are wearing something new she would have to taste it out immediately, and usually she doesn’t leave a place without having first fucked you at least once inside it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Brunnhilde is hella risky. She loves experiments, she loves new toys, new positions, new places, and even new lovers. She would never hesitate to say yes to an orgy and she would always try to match her partner to her taste. Once she spots something new she will have it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Her mythical nature gives Brunnhilde the benefit of going round after round. She loves her longer session, anything less than an hour is a waste of time for her. For her to feel properly satisfied she needs two hours maximum and maybe a nap or a bath between sessions.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Brunnhilde owns a lot of toys. From golden ones to ones filled with precious rare gems, she has all the range. She loves working them on a partner but what she loves the most is watching her lover on her bed naked and trying their toys while she instructs them on what to do. Usually with her legs open wide and slowly eating her grapes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Brunnhilde likes teasing but she doesn’t particularly like to be teased. She is going to fuck you, there’s no way she won’t at least twice in the day. But she does like getting you riled up just to hear you whine for her. She likes knowing you are always horny and ready and aching for her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, she can get very loud. And she expects the same from you, and if you are not being loud she will make sure you are. Brunnhilde is truly relentless about it. She makes a mix of groans and moans, with her nostrils flaring and deep growls coming from her. She loves hearing the slapping sound of skin on skin and she loves hearing your wetness as she is pushing her fingers inside you. She doesn’t like anything being quiet, especially not her own self.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mirrors. She loves her instructions and she loves having you in her lap fingering you and pleasuring you while you can see exactly what she can do to you. Also, she is a little bit into exhibitionism, she loves knowing she can have you anywhere and that anyone and everyone could potentially hear you or see you both coming undone.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Her body is shaped like a goddess. She is coming straight from a legendary tale anyway and her body can’t help but reflect that. Strong muscles and even stronger thighs wrapping around the most statuesque body you could ever gaze upon.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Brunnhilde’s sex drive is very high. She loves getting it and chasing it and loves pleasuring you mostly all the time, day and night. The best time for her is simply always, anytime, and anywhere.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Brunnhilde is never the first to fall asleep. She loves watching your face, watching you relax until you fall into a deep slumber, your muscles relaxing and cuddling closer to her. She spends her time caressing your face and dreaming of her future and past in between quieter moments. Waking up and sleeping with you in her arms is her favorite thing in the world.

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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.”

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talatomaz · 2 years

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okay, i just got back from watching thor: love and thunder and let me tell you, the way miss tessa thompson still has a hold on me after all this years…

king valkyrie was everything and her arms? lord, i was swooning and practically on my knees the entire time she was on screen

i feel like i have the motivation to write again so please send requests in for valkyrie <3 (smut preferred! - can be dark!valkyrie too!)

remember to read my request rules before sending something in!

#s: to write or not to write that is the question #c: valkyrie #valkyrie smut #valkyrie #valkyrie x reader #thor lat #thor love and thunder #avengers x reader #avengers smut #tessa thompson smut #tessa thompson #brunnhilde #brunnhilde smut #brunnhilde x reader

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caroldantops · 2 years

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your beauty never ever scared me

ship: vampire!valkyrie x reader

summary/request: a cozy night in with your wife. sequel to your little heart goes pitter-patter

word count: 1k

warnings: smut (18+), vaginal fingering (reader receiving), alcohol consumption, bloodsucking, soft vampire wife

masterlist | monsterfucker celebration 2022 masterlist

The dancing of flames in the fireplace casts shifting shadows throughout the library. They flicker across Valkyrie's skin, illuminating her face in an orange hue. She notices you staring at her. She always does.

"I know you can't take a picture, but my portrait is upstairs," she grins. "It'll last longer."

"What's the fun in that?"

"Just a suggestion, darling." Valkyrie turns back to her book. A beat of silence passes before she speaks again, not looking up from the pages, but clearly not reading them. "I'll never know why you stare at me like that anyway."

"Am I not allowed to admire my wife?" You ask, putting the glass of wine you've been nursing onto the table beside you. The book in Valkyrie's hands is nudged out of the way as you climb into her lap, wrapping your hands around her neck. She drops the book, hands finding your waist like its second nature.

"No human has ever looked at me the way you do," Valkyrie whispers, just a breath away from your lips as she hovers over them, teasing. "Your breath smells like wine."

"Probably because I've been drinking wine," you giggle, cupping her face in your hands. "Whatever it is Thor brought over is ‘specially strong."

"That's 'cuz it's made for gods, not puny humans," Valkyrie kisses your cheek and trails her way down your neck. You feel her breath as she nudges her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as she takes in your scent. "I can smell it in your blood. Fuck, there's a lot I miss about being human, but alcohol is near the top of that last."

The warmth of the fire is nothing compared to the warm tingling that takes over your body as Valkyrie's tongue laps over your skin. Buzzing with excitement, your hands claw at her toned back. You don't know what's making your blood feel hot more - the alcohol or the arousal.

"Will you let me drink from you tonight, lovely?" Valkyrie's words are mumbled against your neck. “Will you let me taste you?”

This is how she always asks you. Never if she can, because you both know she's more than capable of taking despite whether you agree or not. No, she always asked if you'd let her. For as brooding and dominant as Val was, you were her one soft spot.

Even though your first encounter was less than ideal, she took an immediate liking to you, and you did as well. She allowed you to leave after she had her fun with you, but ultimately you found your way back to the castle within the week. Val had been brooding over a thousand year old bottle of whiskey she couldn't even fully enjoy when you broke into the castle again, and the rest was history.

"Of course, Val," you hum, voice wavering a bit with anticipation of what's to come.

Valkyrie, always the gentleman, maneuvers you with ease to lay down on the crushed velvet couch. She settles her weight on top of you, knee between your thighs. Her dark pupils are blown out, dazed with starvation as she takes a moment to admire the sight of you at her mercy.

As many times as you’ve done this, there’s a certain hesitance that always takes over your body as Valkyrie starts giving your neck gentle nips to warm you up. You suppose it’s instinctual. The primal part of your brain tells you to run from the bloodthirsty vampire, and you have to ignore it and let yourself relax.

Valkyrie knows that sometimes your body refuses to relax, especially if it’s been a while since she’s drank from you. Luckily, she knows exactly how to shift your focus away from the piercing of her fangs into your flesh. She reaches between your thighs, palm pressing against your clothed center, smirking at the way your hips jerk towards her.

“Relax, darling,” Valkyrie says, giving you a soft kiss on the spot on your neck she’s zeroed in on. The tension in your body starts to shift as Valkyrie slips her fingers under the hem of your leggings and underwear, smirking against your skin when she feels the wetness gathering on her fingers. “So good for me. You ready?”

You nod, trying not to squirm too much against her soft touches. Valkyrie’s fangs finally pierce your skin, just as she thrusts two fingers inside of you. You cry out, hands grabbing her shoulders reflexively, trying to find anything to ground you as a mix of pain and pleasure make your head spin.

As Valkyrie starts draining you of your wine-sweetened blood, you start feeling lightheaded, eyes drifting in and out of focus. The pulsing of your cunt helps keep you present as she keeps thrusting into you - not as roughly as she usually does, she’s always soft during these moments because she knows it’s a lot for your body to take.

In your spaced out state, you barely notice that she’s pulled away from you until she’s pulling you up to curl into her lap and pressing a cup of juice against your lips. You try to take it from her, but she doesn’t let you, opting to tip the glass for you. She wipes the excess liquid that dribbles down from your chin.

“Messy,” she says simply. You look up at her and laugh at the irony of the comment, considering she has some of your blood staining her own lips. “You were right about that wine Thor brought being strong. This is the closest I’ve felt to drinking alcohol in centuries.”

“‘M glad,” you mumble, clearly worn out from her drinking from you. The arousal dripping between your thighs is forgotten as the desire to sleep takes over your body. “Bedtime.”

“Bedtime already, huh?” Valkyrie chuckles. “Don’t even want me to finish taking care of that pretty pussy?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Alright, love. Tomorrow I’ll give you a reward for being such a good pet for me. For now, bedtime.”

#valkyrie x reader #valkyrie smut #c: valkyrie #silver's 2022 mf celebration #silver writes

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imdoingsortagay · 2 years

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Opposites

Summary: Valkyrie and Wanda leave you alone for the day while they attend to their separate duties, what’s the worst that could happen

Warnings: Smut(18+content below), Top!Valkyrie, Top!Wanda, Bottom!Fem Reader, strap on, pussy slapping, rough sex, fingering, oral ( R giving, Wanda receiving), dirty talk.

word count: 5.3k

a/n: This is the horniest mf thing i’ve ever written but i loved it so much also big shout out to @chelleztjs18 for the title who’s amazing as always.

18+ content below besties so minors do not interact.

Happy reading besties

All they told you was to not touch yourself while they were gone attending to your duties. Valkyrie had some meetings to go to as the king of New Asgard while Wanda had to help the Avenger as the Scarlet witch. They even promised you a nice reward for you for behaving but as the hours passed, no sign of them coming home.

All of the house was clean, you didn’t have anyone to talk to so it’s not like they’ll figure out that you decided to have some fun of your own.

It was so wrong of you to assume because Valkyrie had installed a couple of cameras 2 days in case of robbers but it ended up being a great way to keep track of you. Sure Wanda could just use her power to do that but Valkyrie had convinced her it’d be the more fun option. They both had access to the cameras meaning they could check up on you whenever they wanted from whatever place they are at. Valkyrie was going to tell you in the morning but never got to since there were some urgent King duties she had to deal with but decided to wait til she got home, just to see what happens with you.

Four hours into them being gone, you were bored out of your mind and missing both your mommy and daddy dearly. The way Valkyrie fucks you, her arms, Wanda’s soft voice, and encouragement when Daddy was roughly going at your pussy. As you thought about them more, you felt yourself getting wetter. With all the free time that you have thought about them, it’s making you feel so needy but it would be a couple more hours til either of them would come back home.

It wouldn’t hurt if you just touched yourself while they're gone right?

It’s not like they’ll ever find out.

So after a couple more minutes of thinking it out, you take off your bottoms ( no underwear of course per Valkyrie’s instructions), and start to run your fingers through your folds. You were soaked beyond belief just from Wanda and Valkyrie not being here and it made you feel so dirty in the best way possible. Even with all the training that both women gave you when you first got together, there was no way you could last because you would have soaked your shorts.

Meanwhile, Valkyrie was back at her office, happy to get some time to rest before her next meeting which had to do with adding a small amusement park in town to attract more people to the tourist destination when she got a notification from her app. She thought it’d just be Thor messaging yet another dumb meme when she realized it was from her surveillance app.

It was just you in the house at the moment, why would it be notifying her of something? Still curious as to what’s happening at home, Valkyrie decides to check and is surprised to see you on the floor touching yourself, moaning and whining like a slut. The shorts that she had chosen for you to sleep in were left behind and valkyrie wishes she could have gotten the upgraded set so she can talk to you at this moment.

“ oh that dumb mutt, “ she says as the video continues, furious that you had not listened to both of them on being a good mutt like always but she assumes you were thinking with your pussy. Valkyrie was already having a bit of a stressful time dealing with some advisors, and stuff with the town, all she was looking forward to at the moment was to be at home with her favorite mutt and Wanda but now that’s ruined after seeing how much of a whore you act like when the best of you are home.

The brunette checks her phone and she sees that she still has another 10 minutes until her next meeting. Enough time for her to send a text to the redhead about their naughty pet’s actions when left alone and to talk about how they’ll deal with you.

Over at the Avenger’s compound, Wanda had decided to give the new team members a break, needing one after having to scold Yelena and Kate so many times due to their arguing. As much as she loved both of the young women, both of them tended to argue over the smallest things for the most part. She gives all of them an hour to rest so she can check up on you and chat a bit with you and Valkyrie but what she doesn’t expect is a video sent to her from the surveillance app that was installed a couple of days ago and it got her worried right away. Now what Wanda did not expect it to be was a video of you, on the floor, your bottoms off touching yourself with what seems to be a smile on your face as well.

Val: *vidoe.j1b2ej2n38*

Look at our dumb and needy mutt Wanda, told you I should have brought them with me into the office, At least here she won’t misbehave unlike now.

“ Oh poor puppy,” she mumbles as she watches the short clip. It makes Wanda all hot seeing you acting like such a slut, Wanda is lucky that she is near anyone right now.

Wanda: Maybe if they were with me at the compound then this wouldn’t have happened

Val: Why not me HELLO ????

Wanda: You have a bunch of meetings to deal with, all I have to do is train the new team members

Val: You coddle them too damm much I swear Maximoff, at least with me they know not to do any stupid shit while at the office.

Wanda: Puppy is brilliant honey, it’s just been a couple of days since we all played is all so maybe they just miss our touch is al

Val: Even so mutt knows not to touch what’s ours without permission, now I only have 1 more meeting left til I head home what about you

Wanda: I can do two more hours of training with the new members, honestly I just wanna get some stress out

Val: Kate and Yelena ??????

Wanda: How do you even know?

Val: Thor told me what happened the last time he had to train both of them.

Both of them take a couple more minutes to talk about the plan to punish you when they get home before Valkyrie sadly has to go to her meeting. Before she goes into her meeting, she decides to go check the camera again to see you just finishing touching yourself, mad at you because she doesn’t know if you just came from your finger or edged yourself.

Valkyrie puts her phone in her front pocket, trying her best to not appear mad in front of the investors of the new town amusement park. While she enters her meeting, Wanda decides to check the cameras again out of curiosity and because she has some time to kill before training, hoping that maybe her sweet puppy would have just touched herself once, knowing better than to touch what belongs to her Mommy and Daddy. So when she checks the camera that’s in the living room to see you again on the floor, now nude, with a pillow between your legs and trying to hold yourself up and now she wishes that maybe there was some audio to this.

Wanda loved that you were her cute puppy, sure there were times when she’d coddle you but it had to do with how cute you were. It makes her re-think about how you might need a bit more training because as much as she loves the crap out of you, it helps everyone when you don’t have to be punished all of the time. The redhead spends the rest of her hour break just watching you, observing how slutty you look grinding yourself on the pillow and she wonders what you might be thinking about it.

Reading your mind would take little effort on her hand, Wanda’s the most powerful witch in the fucking universe and something like that would be easy to do. But sadly she was told to hold off on doing that until they were both at home with her, but there’s a small little voice telling her just to do it. And she was going to do it until the timer on her phone rang meaning it was time to head back into the training room, hopefully without any more texts or notifications from the camera.

~~~~~

2 more hours pass by and you’ve managed to just keep yourself on the edge and so far you’ve done it about 3 times or something along those lines. Knowing that both women are smart enough to tell if you’ve cum, all you hope is maybe showering before their home would help. After edging yourself one last on the couch, you get your clothes from the floor to throw in the washer to hide the evidence of what you got to do while they were gone. A quick 10-minute shower and you get a text from Wanda.

Made you a bit nervous seeing her name pop up on your phone. Usually, you would be over the moon at receiving a text from either of them because it meant that they would be home to spend time with you but you were worried that Valkyrie more than Wanda would not sense that you touched what was theirs.

Red Wiggly Woos: Baby Valkyrie and I should be home in the next 20 minutes, we stopped for some Chinese food

Puppy: Okay Mommy !!!

Red Wiggly Woos: Hopefully our pretty little puppy was behaving while we

“ Wanda they're gonna suspect something if you text them,” Valkyrie says to the woman in the passenger seat of her car, sure she might have her horse but it’s more useful to use the car a lot of the time when it came to the three of you. No way would 3 of you fit on her horse without the person who’s riding in the back falling, and she knows from the many missions she went on the Avengers and at least one person had suggested three to a person on her horse.

“ You know I just want to let them know when we get home Val, it’s what I do every time I leave the house just so they know, Do you, Val??? “ Wanda asks the woman to her left, now curious if maybe she is coddling you like she had mentioned in text hours ago.

“ No Wanda “.

“ Why though ??” she asks back.

“ They have our locations on their phone honey and I usually text during my lunch so they know that I’m doing good if that helps,” Valkyrie says to Wanda who just looks out the window,

While they both continue to drive home, you on the other hand are just sitting on the couch with the tv on, checking both of their locations to see how much time they have left til they get home. Most of the cleaning had been done in the morning, you didn’t need to make dinner for your partners since Wanda had texted you that Chinese food was on the way, so all you could do was sit and wait.

*40 minutes or so later*

Wanda was so relieved to be home while Valkyrie on the other hand was just ready to punish you for your bad behavior while alone.

‘Whatever happens Wanda, you follow my lead unless I tell you otherwise got it?’ she hears the brunette tell her as they make their way back inside to find you sitting in the living room, watching what seems to be a rerun of some sitcoms. The moment that you hear the door open, you get off the couch right away and give both of them hugs, being that you’ve been missing them all-day

“ You miss us both sweet baby? “ Wanda asks as she pulls you in closer for the hug while Val makes her way to the kitchen with the food on hand. Wanda seems to notice how you looked at the woman walking away and she was thinking of maybe reading your mind to see what you might be wondering.

Valkyrie’s words from earlier are still on her mind and she just grabs your hands, both of you happily heading to the kitchen to eat. Everything goes as smoothly as usual, Val and Wanda talking about how both of their days went, How Wanda had to deal with all the recruits compared to all the boring last-minute meetings she had to attend for some events happening along with a new theme park.

Even with all the exciting talk, you could tell that valkyrie wasn’t in her usual mood, she still seemed to be in the mindset of being “ the one in charge” when she was in the office. Being very serious, sitting straight up with a look on her face that would make anyone get scared. One side of you wants to think it’s because she just got back from the office and she probably hasn't relaxed but another side of you thinks it had to do with the fact that they maybe know about what happened when they left you alone for most of the day.

Wanda’s one of the most powerful witches in all the universe, she could have easily figured it out and Valkyrie is the king of Asgard, it wouldn’t be too hard for her to sense what you might have been doing.

“ Puppy how about you stop thinking and tell us what’s on your mind,” you hear Val say, not realizing that the both of them are staring at you.

Most of the time when you misbehave, Wanda is the one to come to your defense, always telling Val that you could never be such a brat but in this instance, she’s sitting right next to your other girlfriend with a stern look on your face and all you hope is that they don't figure out what you’ve been doing.

“ Nothing Val-”

“ You don’t get to call me that you dumb mutt,” she tells you,” now I want you to get on your knees in front of me and Mommy you understand”.

Oh fuck.

“ Yes Daddy,” you say loud enough for the both of them to hear and make your way to get on your knees in front of them and try your best to look calm. This is funny because both women can tell that you are far from being calm at the moment. Your mommy looks at you in disappointment because you can try to lie your way out of this, but both women already know what you did while they were gone. Now all you can do is prepare for how they are going to punish you.

“ Now, if I and mommy ask you a question, you're gonna tell the truth and don't even think of lying to us or your punishment is gonna be worse,” she says to you and you nod in agreement. So much for trying to get away with touching yourself.

“ Did you or did you not touch yourself like a dumb slut while the both of us were out? “ Wanda asks, beating Val to the question which makes her smile.

“ I did touch myself without permission mommy,” you say, too embarrassed to even look both of them in the eye at your misbehavior.

“ And why did you think it was a good idea to touch your pussy, you think after all of the times that we had to punish you for this that it’d stick in your dumb mind you whore,” Val says and she puts your hands on your chin so that you have to maintain eye contact with her. A small part of you could feel yourself get wet, secretly loving the way that she would be mean to you.

“ um well,” you mumble.

“I want you kneeling on the bed in 10 minutes with your collar on, hands on your knees and if you even fucking think of touching that pussy then we won’t touch you for a week straight got it you dumb mutt?” she says and you nod right away before she lets you go to head to your shared room. For the most part, scared because Wanda was mostly quiet for most of that interaction while Val seemed to do all of the talks and was a bit aroused to see how they’ll both punish you for being bad.

“ So what’s the plan then Daddy? “ Wanda says jokingly before Val gives her a dirty look.

“ Just cause you can top the whore doesn’t mean I can’t have you under me as well witchy,” Val says to the redhead which shuts her up right away.

“ Since you never seem to punish the brat when she misbehaves, the plan is for me to punish her while her sweet, way too soft Mommy get’s to watch her baby be used,” Val says and Wanda nods in agreement since most of the time they both decide to punish you together but it could help with your behavior a bit if Val takes the lead for today while she gets to watch.

“ I’m gonna go in the room first witchy and once 5 minutes pass by, you can come in but sit in the chair by the door, you got that, “ and again, Wanda nods to let her know she was listening to the plan.

“ I need more than just a nod Wanda,”

“ I’ll wait here in the kitchen while you get to touch y/n first,” she says a bit annoyed because she’s already impatient with her. Val gives her a smile before making her way to the room while leaving the redhead in the kitchen to just wait and sit with her thoughts.

The moment that Valkyrie walks into the room she’s met with you in the middle of the bed, looking so pretty kneeling on the bed, hands in front of you with the red collar that Wanda had gotten you one day when she was out shopping in New Asgard. A dark red collar with Wanda and Valkyrie’s initials on it that fit perfectly on your neck never fails to make both women look at you with adoration.

Not in this moment though.

“ I want you to kneel on the floor right in front of me puppy, gonna have to punish you for being bad, this is just the start of it,” she says as she sits on the edge of the bed, quickly pulls off her pants and underwear, only to be met with a black strap on. Oh my god, she was packing this whole fucking time, jesus you aren’t gonna fucking survive this punishment for sure.

“ Use that dumb brain of yours,” she says and you immediately begin to slowly put some of the fake cock in your mouth, slowly trying to take as much as you can in your mouth for your daddy, who for the most part seems bored with you. She knows very much that you can go deeper and is just waiting til you put that pretty mouth to good use for later when she fucks you.

“ Fuck,” you say as you take the strap out of your mouth, “ love sucking your cock daddy”. Val's expression turns from bored to pissed off when she sees you not sucking her off but making a show of licking the shaft of the toy. God, she is gonna have so much fun with this.

“ Did I tell you to speak ?” she asks and you put the cock back in your mouth right away before she has the chance to shove it in your mouth, but what do you fail when she starts to thrust the fake cock in your mouth so she can hear you gag. Val grabs your hair just to keep your head in place and she’s in heaven right now as she sees you struggle to shove all of it in your mouth.

“ Awww poor slut is about to cry because her mommy isn't here to defend her? “ she asks as she continues with her harsh motions, just taking in all of the noises that are coming out of your mouth. Wanda comes in at the right time as she sees her sweet puppy on her knees taking one of Val’s straps ( one of the bigger ones that you can take half of for now) and from what she can see barely taking it in your mouth. Wanda perfectly follows the instructions that were given to her in the kitchen, sitting in the chair by the bedroom door, excited to see how you’ll do during your punishment.

“I’m surprised you haven’t started fucking her yet Val, usually by now you’d have the whore on her back, “ Wanda says to her as she takes off her clothes, just happy to be seeing the show that both of you have prepared for her, maybe she’ll even get to join in and she can use that pretty mouth on her pussy.

“ oh wow hear that puppy, your sweet mommy just called you a whore” she says in a condescending tone, and you let out a moan at hearing Wanda call you such a dirty name. These two women are total opposites when it comes to sex, Valkyrie chooses to be rough and degrading while Wanda most of the time is soft and praising to you, some might say it’s a perfect balance. Times, where both of them change it up always excite you, and this, would be one of them.

“ Should I fuck you while mommy watches dumb mutt? or should I spank your needy pussy while she watches? Choices choices,” she says as she continues to thrust the fake cock in and out of your mouth for a couple more minutes as Wanda sits in the chair waiting a bit to touch herself.

Once Valkyrie is satisfied with how wet you got her strap, Valkyrie takes the cock out of your mouth, grabs you by the arm so she can put you in front of her body giving Mommy a perfect view of her naughty baby’s wet and needy pussy which by the end of the day is going to be ruined by the both of them.

Both of you watch in amazement at how pretty Wanda looks as she lazily fingers herself, waiting to see what moves valkyrie pulls off next but by the way both of you are positioned, she knows it’s gonna be good.

“ I’m gonna slap that needy pussy mutt, then once I see it’s wet enough I'm gonna show you that the next time you even think of touching my needy pussy, this is gonna happen,” she says as she starts to lightly slap your pussy, keeping your legs open with your own to prevent you from moving. Valkyrie silently thanks all the working out she does with Jane for how little effort she’s putting in at keeping you still and she ignores the whining and moaning that’s coming out of your mouth.

“ Daddy, why don’t you go faster at slapping her pussy,? Looks like the little whore is handling the slaps to her pussy right now,” Wanda tells your Daddy, who starts to quickly slap your pussy for Wanda’s view and she decided to tease you as well by using her other hands to start to grope at her tit. All this is just a pure torture for you seeing how wet Mommy’s pussy is while your Daddy on the other hand is preventing her from going her way.

‘ fuck her pussy is so wet babe’ Wanda says in Valkyrie's mind.

‘ see what happens when you let me things like punishments Wanda?’ the brunette says back to her, moving her free hand to pinch your right nipples, to add more to this and she can’t wait to fuck your pussy hard.

“ What do you think here Mommy? Is our dumb mutt ready for my cock or should I slap it a bit more just for you?” Valkyrie says to the redhead who’s quickening her pace up a bit with her fingering.

“ Fuck her hard daddy,” she says to valkyrie and before you can quickly react to what she just said, Valkyrie puts you on her hands and knees on the bed, makes her way behind you, and teases you by rubbing the tip of her cock slowly on your pussy, almost putting her cock in your pussy but once she even hears a moan moves it away. One of Daddy’s favorite things she likes to do to you but as always is not fun when your pussy is so wet, like in this moment.

“ Is our needy mutt ready for her daddy? ” she asks and before you can respond, Valkyrie slowly inserts the fake cock inside your pussy, enjoying the way you take all of her inside you before beginning to thrust in and out. Wanda feels herself starting to get close to cumming at your face, enjoying how much you love her cock in her and she’s gonna want to hold off so she can use that pretty mouth of yours.

“ is our dumb puppy already cock drunk on your cock Daddy? Oh no, how unfortunate?” Wanda says as she gets up from her seat to get a better view of the both of you. She gives Val a quick look and the brunette changes her thrusts to be fast, with no warning to you at all. You wish that she could have given you a warning but then again this is one of her harsh punishments so there’s that.

“ Look at you being such a good fucktoy for me mutt while Mommy touches herself,” Val says to you as she tries to shove her cock deeper in you, making a point to grab your hips as well to keep you in place. As much as Wanda loves seeing Valkyrie fuck you from behind, seeing the look on your face when daddy is fucking you with her cock is so much better, and uses her magic so that both of you are facing her but so that you are close to the redhead and get a view of her wet pussy.

“ Look at your sweet and innocent mommy fucking herself Mutt,” She tells you, pulling on your hair which means you're forced to see Wanda fucking herself with 2 of her fingers at the moment to what she could consider something so dirty. Her sweet and innocent puppy who’s getting the life fucked out of her by her Daddy after deciding it was a good idea to touch herself when they weren’t both watching. “ Maybe the next time your pussy’s all wet and needy, you can think of this moment and understand that your pretty little pussy is for me and mommy to fuck and not yours”

The faster that she goes and the less that you can hold off yourself from cumming on her cock, it’s too much pleasure from Valkyrie going rough on you with the added fact that Wanda is sitting right in front of you, fucking herself for the both of you enjoying the show.

“ Oh look,” she starts,” Mommy you want our dumb mutt over here to use that mouth of hers on your pussy?” Daddy Val asks her but before she can give her an answer, just decides to shove her head between her legs, and the moan that Wanda lets out is heaven to Val’s ears.

“ You keep fucking that needy cunt while she uses her mouth to make me cum,” Wanda orders Valkyrie to do and she happily complies, happy to teach you a lesson as she gets a show, Wanda, enjoying your mouth.

While your two girlfriends are in complete heaven right now, you are struggling to hold off your orgasm, from how fucking good the redhead tastes to the way that valkyrie is fucking you good, it won’t be long til you cum. Wanda of course knowing you so so well can sense from the pace that you are licking at your cunt that you’re close to cumming on valkyrie’s cock.

“ Should we let the mutt cum daddy? You think that they came while they were alone and we were out” Wanda asks the other woman in the room.

“ Our dumb mutt is too dumb to make herself cum without us Mommy, there is so way that a pillow would get them over the edge,” Valkyrie tells Mommy while you continue to moan at the movement of her cock but they just go straight to Wanda’s cunt instead.

“ How about you make mommy cum like a good girl and maybe you’ll be able to cum slut,” is what gets you to quicken your pace to get mommy to cum on your mouth. All of those times of sneaking around the compound with Wanda paid off as your started to lick at her clit and after a bit Wanda let out a high-pitched moan, deciding to hold your head still instead of her magic.

Once Wanda’s breathing has been controlled, Valkyrie as always goes faster with her pace and your other girlfriend scoots closer to you so she can praise you. Even at the end of the day, she can never stay mad at you and loves you way too much to be mad.

Wanda’s soft praises combined with the degrading words coming out of valkyrie’s mouth as she thrust her cock in you are making it harder and harder to not cum.

‘ let the brat come ‘ wanda speaks to the brunette in her mind.

‘ looks like she’s learned her lesson’ Vals says back.

“ Puppy be a good girl for Mommy and Daddy and cum on her cock,” she whispers in your ear as she snakes her hand to rub at your clit and before you know it, you cum hard on the fake cock, instantly falling on the bed as you are too tired to hold yourself up. Valkyrie slowly removes the strap from the inside of your pussy while Wanda gets off the bed to get some water from the kitchen along with some snacks.

“ Puppy can you stay still for daddy?” Valkyrie tells you and you hum in acknowledgment, too tired to speak and she cleans you up with a small towel that’s in the room, Wanda’s idea of course. She comes back with water for all of you to have before getting together to cuddle.

“ Hey Val? ” you ask.

“ yeah, babe? “

“ How did you even know that I was touching myself”

“ Remember the guys who were here 3 days ago doing some repairs all over the house?” and you nod.

“ Cameras that we installed in case intruders come in the house,” Wanda says and you remember a couple of days ago when a couple of the men from New Asgard ( some of Valkyrie’s sparring mates) came in the house but you had been in the spare room with Wanda to avoid the men.

“ Oh that makes sense,” you tell them both and are excited about the many things you can do to be a brat. Maybe not the best time to think about it now, maybe when you have alone time and aren’t sleepy.

“ Did you learn your lesson baby? “ Valkyrie asks you and you nod, feeling happy that you got to cum today after edging yourself in the morning but too tired from her rough fucking.

“ Next time that either of us has to be out we might have to bring you with us so we can actually keep an eye on you sweet puppy,” Wanda says to you thinking that you're listening but really you had fallen asleep between the two of you. Both of them can’t help to be lucky to have a girlfriend like you.

All of you end up falling asleep cuddled up to each other, grateful to have each other.

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Pretty Please - King Valkyrie x F!OC

warnings: after math of Love and Thunder, king x assistant, soft!dom King Valkyrie, FxF smut, 18+

word count: 10.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1326038960-pretty-please-myra

Masterlist

Myra stood outside the tall blue building and sucked in a deep breath. It was one of the few places left unscathed after that night the shadows came and took the children. After patching up the hole in the wooden roof, it was used to create a safe shelter for the city while they continued to rebuild. It was good to see their citizens working together this way, helping each other and building up not just the physical city but their bond as a community. It made her heart warm just thinking about it.

The moment however was fleeting and replaced with utter chaos as she stepped through the white wooden double doors and into the town hall. Plastic chairs stood in lines of 6 across the hardwood floor and lined three of the four walls, each one filled by a citizen just waiting for a moment to speak with their King.

Smoothing out her dark grey pencil skirt, and fixing the straps of her teal-blue flowy tank top, Myra made her way through the crowd, her black heels clicking on the floor as she squeezed around everyone. She hugged a stack of files close to her chest and balanced a mug of hot coffee in her other hand, reaching for the brass door handle and entering the King’s office.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, your majesty, but -” her words were cut short by a smirk and a tilt of her King's head.

Letting out a breathy chuckle, Valkyrie swiped her tongue across her bottom lip as she shooed out the government official that sat in front of her.

“How many times, Myra?” she questioned, leaning forward on her desk and clasping her hands together as her dark eyes stayed fixed on her assistant.

Setting down the coffee and her files, a blush crept up her cheeks with a soft smile appearing on her lips. Myra cleared her throat and stepped back away from the desk, clasping her hands in front of her, “at least once more, your majesty, as always” she quipped.

“We’ll see,” Valkyrie hummed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“There’s the marketing shoot at Infinity Conez and then you have a meeting with the players about their new production. You have some time scheduled with the construction company about the rebuild and then I’ve scheduled you some time for lunch.”

“Are you taking lunch with me?” Val asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Well someone has to make sure you eat properly, my King,” Myra smiled.

Myra's eyes followed her as she pushed herself up and walked around the desk in her direction. A tender close-lipped smile on her soft full lips as she took a seat on the desk, just a few inches of distance between the two.

"What on Asgard would I do without you, Myra?"

She felt the heat rushing to her cheeks, and she must have had the start of a telltale pinkish hue on her cheeks from the slight twitch upward of Val's lips.

"I'm sure you would fare quite well, my King."

Val tsked, "I doubt that. There's nobody that can compare to you, darling," she affirmed, eyes locked on Myra's, their characteristic twinkle there once more. She clapped her hands in front of her, "Well then, shall we send the first citizen in?"

Myra tried the best she could to hide her attraction, the infatuation she'd been harboring for quite a while. It was getting harder to do so every single second she was close to Valkyrie.

Bowing her head to her King was the only excuse to hide the emotions surely making themselves known on her face from the perceptive gaze of her majesty.

"Yes, your majesty," Myra replied softly, backing toward the door.

"Myra..." Valkyrie warned, cocking her eyebrow at her assistant.

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to stop a smile, Myra's gaze stayed on the floor and she cleared her throat, "Yes... Valkyrie" she stuttered out.

The soft chuckle of the King behind her was like music to her ears as she spun slowly and opened the office door, calling in the first person who was waiting. Most people that were coming in these days just wanted to know what the plan was if something were to come for their city again, and it was always the same answer; everyone is safe and protected here. The buildings could always be fixed, but it was the community that Valkyrie cared about the most, and it was one of the things Myra admired about their King.

Val didn’t return to her desk, instead guiding her guest to a pair of easy chairs off to one side of the office. Myra couldn’t help but admire the easy grace with which she moved around the room. There was no denying the King’s true heritage, even if she were hiding underneath a dark, plaid suit.

Handing Valkyrie the papers she needed for her meeting, Myra barely held in the small gasp at the electric tingle that danced up her arm as their fingers brushed. Ducking her head a little, she turned away, hiding her blush under the guise of making some coffee for the King’s guest.

She quietly confirmed with the citizen if they wanted milk in their coffee as she poured Val's favorite in her mug, black coffee with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Myra grabbed both cups, handing one to their guest with a polite nod as they spoke to their King and turned quickly to hand Valkyrie hers. She smiled as Valkyrie quickly turned her attention to her and mouthed a thank you with a wink.

Myra smiled politely in front of their guest, trying to ignore the little flip of her heart. She should be used to the subtle flirtation from Valkyrie — it was just how they were, after all — but the lingering looks and soft smiles today felt different, intentional. But then Myra wouldn’t be surprised if the other woman knew exactly the effect she had on her.

She shook her head subtly and moved to her small workstation to take notes on the meeting. It was going to be a busy day, with no room for ridiculous thoughts of her King.

Keeping her head down, Myra scribbled in her notebook, keeping track of how many times each citizen tried to argue with Valkyrie. It was concerned arguing as if they didn't believe her that the town was safe, and after everything Asgard had been through, she didn't really blame them for being skeptical. It was written on their King's face every time she spoke to the people that even she had trouble believing it sometimes, but she always kept that brave face on for them.

Myra chewed on the inside of her cheek, and her dark eyes flitted away from the paper and up to the King where she expected to see her listening intently to the citizen talk, but instead, she caught her gaze as Valkyrie smiled softly over to her assistant.

It felt as though butterflies had swarmed her insides as she returned the smile quickly and looked back down to keep writing.

A throat clear caught her attention, and she pushed her shoulders back to regain some of her posture as she moved from her desk.

"Please see Richard out, and send in the next person,"

"Yes, your majesty" Myra bowed her head and moved to the door, pulling it open for the fisherman.

A sigh sounded from Valkyrie that held a hint of frustration and Myra immediately felt a flush of regret. She didn’t mean to use her title, it just slipped out, and she hated the thought that she’d disappointed her King. Carrying out her usual routine of offering the fisherman a drink, Myra was interrupted by the chime of an email. She read it, and then, as she leaned over to refresh the King’s coffee Myra spoke softly near her ear.

“Excuse me my Ki…Valkyrie? The stables have just messaged. Aragorn is almost out of food.”

“Your Valkyrie hmm?” Val replied with a hushed tease. “Email Banner and ask him to send over some more of the formula he devised. And tell him to deliver it himself, he’s way overdue for a visit.”

Myra nodded and rose, heading back to her workstation to carry out her orders.

She sat down and silently cursed at herself while she typed out the email to Banner. Not only has she used Valkyrie's title multiple times in what little time has gone by of the morning, against her wishes, but now she embarrassed herself by fumbling her words and failing miserably to fix them. Intensely focused on the screen as her fingers danced along her keyboard Myra failed to notice Val walking up and standing next to her until a hand hovered hesitantly over hers and finally rested above them.

Myra sucked in a breath and stopped typing, looking up to her left and finding her King smiling down at her, "What did that keyboard ever do to you, Myra?" she laughed.

“I— uh. Sorry, y-Valkyrie. Just, everything feels a little— you know what, don’t worry about it. Apologies if I was typing too loudly.”

Valkyrie snorted out a laugh at that and Myra glanced up at her, confused.

“That wasn’t the problem,” Valkyrie said softly, “I just noticed you seemed a little in your head, and with the keyboard smashing… look when we’re done here, let’s walk to my next appointment. I want to feel the sun on my face and I can’t help but wonder what this pretty shirt of yours looks like in the light. That colour looks good on you, by the way.”

Myra blinked, eyes drawn to the small pout on Valkyrie’s lips as she very obviously eyed the floaty tank top. Pale blue and not unlike the shade Myra saw her King admiring so often.

"I hope you don't mind," she stared up at Val through her lashes, "stealing the official color of the King and all."

Val's hand cupped her chin, delicately, in a way that felt natural to them but made the skin beneath her touch warm. "It looks better on you," she repeated herself with a deeper tone. "Finish up, I'll be waiting for you."

Myra nearly fell out of her chair as Valkyrie's hand ghosted her skin, fingers tickling her jaw as she pulled away from her. She turned back to the computer to hide the obvious blush on her face and worked as fast as she could to finish the email. Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, her mind wandering to Val's lips and then shamelessly to how they might feel against her neck and thighs. She bit her tongue, snapping herself from her daydream and swallowed the sticky feeling of want before sending the email off.

Taking a moment, Myra let her eyes flit back over to Val, who waited by the window. Her normally serious features were lit up by the golden light of morning and Myra felt a flutter deep in her chest. Everything about her exuded power, but there was also a softness there that was reserved only for the most important. Lately, Myra had been on the receiving end of more careful touches and gentle looks, which only fueled the fire deep within.

"Some people might say it's rude to stare."

Her King's voice snapped Myra out of another daydream and she felt a blush rise in her cheeks.

"Sorry," Myra laughed bashfully, standing up from her desk as Val approached. "I'm in my own head this morning, I guess."

"Never apologize to me, darling," the King of New Asgard drawled, a soft smile on her face. "Besides, I have daydreams of my own from time to time. I won't rob you of yours. Now let's enjoy the day together. "

With a tilt of her head, Val gestured to the door and Myra's heels clicked along with the hammering of her heart as she followed her outside.

The cool, sea breeze hit her face and calmed the flush beneath her skin as she sucked in a deep breath and scanned her eyes over their town. There was still wooden scaffolding standing against a few buildings and there were people walking all about, carrying supplies and helping each other. It was a nice sight to see, and what made it better was the soft smile that appeared on Valkyrie's lips as she watched the same site.

Myra took a deep breath of the fresh air, and gestured down the street, "we have the marketing shoot at Infinity Conez first, your majesty"

"Myra," a deep chuckle left Valkyrie's chest as she placed her hand lightly on Myra's bicep, "you act like I've kept you locked up inside all day" she quipped, her thumb grazing gingerly across the skin of her arm, "besides Infinity Conez can wait for me, we are supposed to be enjoying the day"

“Come on, let’s just walk along the harbour wall a little, see if the dolphins are out,” Val continued, guiding Myra along with a gentle hand on the small of her back.

They turned and headed out along the walkway nodding and smiling at the variety of people they passed. It wasn’t lost on Myra how Valkyrie moved to walk on the side where the water was, keeping her safe close to the wall. They were halfway along when Myra realized that her King’s hand was still a warm and tantalizing presence against her spine.

A shiver ran up her spine at the realization and she felt Valkyrie's hand skate up and down her back softly before she retrieved it. She watched her remove her blazer, her heart hammering against her ribcage as her King placed it across her shoulders with a smile.

"Oh, your majesty, I'm no-" as she protested, Valkyrie raised a hand and lightly shook her head.

"I insist, Myra. Air's a bit nippy today, wouldn't want you getting sick."

She reached out to pull the coat around her tighter, her hand brushing lightly against Val's, a wave of electricity shot through her nerves and suddenly she felt blessed by the thunder god himself. Her schoolgirl crush validated by an invisible strike of lightning across her chest.

"Thank you, Valkyrie."

"See, my darling Myra. It's not that hard. I love how you say it." Val said as reached over to smooth the shoulder over Myra’s, the soft fabric smelled compelling and just as she imagined Val to smell like, like in her countless daydreams about this woman.

“We really shouldn't dally," She deflected, sinking back into her work obligations to avoid the hot blooming in her chest from Valkyrie's eyes on her. "The crew is waiting at Infinity Conez, these marketing shoots are important for the tourism..."

"Myra?" Her voice was so soft, tangled with the lapping of the waves, the chirping birds and the laughing children playing along the coast. "There are more important things in my life than bringing more tourists to the island."

"Your majesty-" She started.

"I have everything I need, right here," her typically hardened expression softened as she said it.

"You're right," Myra breathed out, the tension pulling her closer to the woman next to her without a thought. "New Asgard is pretty perfect."

Val chuckled and shook her head, looking out towards the steely ocean that stretched endlessly ahead before turning to Myra. A gentle hand brushed a stray curl from her cheek, buttery soft skin in stark contrast to the calloused hands of the warrior king.

"You know that's not what I mean, Myra," Val murmured and it sent a shiver down Myra's spine.

Her nerves were completely wound up, a single touch sending her into a spiral. All she wanted to do was lean in and take what she wanted, to feel Val's lips on her own in front of the entire village and the gods above and below them.

"Should I elaborate further?" Val continued, raising an eyebrow as she smirked playfully. Her finger travelled down the slope of Myra's cheek to her throat, running along her pulse.

"I-I really think we need to go to the next meeting," Myra stammered out and Val's hand dropped instantly as she took a step back. It pained Myra to see the briefest flash of disappointment in her King's eyes before she masked it with a smile.

"If that's what you really want, then lead the way."

Myra swallowed the lump in her throat and sucked in a sharp breath as they started walking again. What was she thinking? Valkyrie was the King of Asgard and she was her assistant. That was it. Her mind was misfiring and interpreting signals that she only thought were real. There was no way the King would be into a commoner like her.

The two walked in silence to the ice cream shop, their fingers brushing lightly together every once in a while as they walked. It took everything in her not to link her pinky with Val's, but those feelings got pushed aside as soon as they walked into the shoot. It was teaming with people who swooped in and stole Valkyrie from her side.

Myra felt her chest squeeze as she watched her King look back at her over her shoulder just briefly before turning her attention to the hair and makeup team.

"You're late," the photographer snapped at Myra.

“And you should watch your tone,” the King snapped from the other side of the store, her voice clipped and almost frightening.

Valkyrie stalked back across the room and stared silently at the photographer, her eyes blazing with cool fire. The moment dragged on, each second making the photographer squirm more and more. Myra watched the scene unfold and her heart began to beat harder in her chest. She reached blindly behind her for a bottle of water from the refreshments table, gripping it tightly in her hand as if it would ground her.

“Don’t ever speak to my…Myra like that again,” Val gritted.

The photographer let out an audible gulp and scurried away whilst a grinning Val turned to Myra.

“Y-your Myra?” Myra squeaked, handing the water bottle to her King.

“Did you doubt it?” Valkyrie smirked as she cracked the seal on the bottle and drained half the contents in one swig.

"I- I'm not sure what to say. But-" she stuttered out, her brain still processing what had just transpired.

Her King's eyes softened as she closed the distance between them, hand reaching up to cup her cheek, swiping her thumb tenderly along her cheekbone. She watched Valkyrie's mesmerizing brown eyes flit from her own to her lips and back.

"Well, now you know not to doubt it again," she whispered, her warm breath fanning across her lips.

The thought of being Val's Myra was daunting. Myra watched as she commanded the attention of everyone around her. Moving across the set like she was walking on water, her long dark hair blowing around in the light breeze and showing off the gentle curve of her neck. Myra's tongue darted over her lip before she shook herself from the trance and tugged her phone out in a desperate attempt to refocus herself.

The shoot went quickly after the outburst, the photographer moving like a chicken without his head just trying not to piss off the new King even more than she already was. Val kept her eyes on Myra the entire time, the sun beating down on her face as she cracked fake smile after fake smile. Myra knew the look while stepping up to the plate without hesitation.

"That's enough," she chirped, her voice barely loud enough to travel over the crowd of faces that had formed around the shoot. "The King has places to be, did you get what you needed?"

Before the photographer even had time to answer, Valkyrie pushed past him, "I'm sure he did." She gave him another polite smile before leading Myra from the crowd and down the street back to the office. The two of them walked in an easy silence, their hands periodically brushing together as they walked. Val opened the door to city hall for her, letting her in first.

"I'll call you when it's time to go to your dinner with Korg," she nodded politely just trying to put some space between them. Everything had gotten so hot so fast and even the cool ocean breeze wasn't enough to quell the heat that licked at her neck and chest.

"Myra," Val called as they separated, "thank you..." Val stepped forward and for a moment she thought she might kiss her, the way her eyes flickered to and from her lips without a care of being caught.

Just as she was about to reply to her King, wanting to tell her that she was only doing her job and nothing more to try and quell the tension between them because she wouldn't know how to start dealing with confessing her affection, Ida, the bubbly blonde resident lawyer of New Asgard came waltzing in heading straight in Myra and Val's direction.

"Your majesty," she offered a small curtsey to the King, "may I borrow Myra for a few moments if you no longer need her assistance?"

Her bright blue eyes flitted to Myra nervously with a pink hue on her cheeks.

Myra looked to her King for permission to leave her side only to catch a fleeting frown, her King’s eyes surveying every subtle movement between the two.

“It will only take a moment,” Ida offered, adding a slight bow, “your Majesty.”

The confusion Myra felt must have been plain on her face. Ida had never requested her presence in such a way before, never asking her to leave her King’s side like this.

King Valkyrie assessed the lawyer with a veil of indifference. “Very well, but bring her back to me before lunch.”

A flirtatious smirk crossed the lawyer's lips as she linked her arm with Myra's and trailed her fingertips against her skin, "Oh we won't be that long, I just need her to look over something for me," the blonde winked.

Valkyrie's lips pursed and Myra watched as her dark eyes narrowed, flicking from Myra's gaze to the blonde's fingers lightly brushing her skin. The King's shoulder's visibly tightened and she gave a sharp nod before Myra was dragged away by Ida to the back of the room.

"This color looks beautiful on you by the way," Ida commented loudly, into the echo of town hall, reaching her free hand over to touch the thin fabric.

Myra pressed her lips into a thin line and cleared her throat, "Thank you, uh what - what did you need me to look over?"

“Oh, I have some legal meetings that I need you to incorporate into the royal schedule,” Ida said glibly, waving her hand in the air.

“Couldn’t that have been a raven-mail?” Myra asked with a frustrated sigh. “The King and I…”

“Oh hush, I’m sure Val won’t mind you leaving her side for a few moments. It’s not like you don’t spend every other second with her.”

Myra fixed a glare on the lawyer.

“You’ll address the King by her title,” she snapped.

"Excuse me," she scoffed, "Everybody addresses her as Val, Myra don't be silly"

She huffed out a breath composing herself, "Well you may not, you will address her accordingly."

Ida rolled her eyes in annoyance, unlinking their arms and turning to her with a scowl, "Who do you think you're speaking to?" her voice bouncing off the walls as her tone raised, "I will address her however I so please, I will not have someone like you telling me how to speak."

A dagger flew across the room, whipping the air in the small space between the two before reaching the wall beside them. Ida gasped and both their heads snapped to it's place of origin. Myra's face flushed as soon as she was met with their King, her King, stood still on the other side of the room. Brows furrowed as her lips twitched in anger, her other dagger readied in hand.

"I will not have you speaking to Myra like that, EVER. Is that clear? You show her the respect she deserves. Now I believe your time is up, or shall you have me throw this one as well?" she snarled, eyes fixed on Ida's face as she twisted the dagger in her hand.

Ida's form trembled, fear rolling off of it in palpable waves as the King slowly approached them while Myra's belly filled with butterflies and heat spread across her body at the sight. The mere thought of her King defending her enough to send her head spinning and for flames to lick her skin.

"Yo- your maj- majesty I only—"

"Get. Out. Now."

Val interrupted the stammering woman, eyes blazing in anger as she stood tall, the ghost of a smirk barely there on her face as the blonde immediately shut her mouth and started backing out.

Myra stood still, breathing slightly laboured as Valkyrie's eyes followed Ida to the door before finally settling back on her face when it slammed shut, on which she hoped the flush wasn’t evident.

Val’s eyes roved over Myra’s face, taking in her state of distress. Adrenaline flooded Myra’s system, the blade had been close, very close, and the shock of its violent whump into the wood of the wall beside her still lingered in her nerves.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Val stepped into her space, raising a hand to tilt her chin up, “I would never harm you.”

“I know,” Myra mumbled, caught in the heat of Val’s gaze. The words Your Majesty died on her tongue, thought and felt at her very core, wrapped up in all the emotions she felt, all the moments they shared.

“And besides,” her King added with a devilish smirk, “I don’t miss.”

Val leaned in close, and Myra’s breath caught as their cheeks came dangerously close to touching.

“Let me just…” Myra held still as Val whispered in her ear, shivers racing down her spine as she reached up, and yanked her dagger out of the wall. Myra exhaled slowly as her King backed up, hearing her inhale as she did.

“Ready for lunch my darling?” Val asked, a soft smile on her face as Myra tried to reorient herself, attempting to regain her professionalism.

Myra could hear her heart beating in her ears as her eyes flickered around her King's features. Her citrus-vanilla scent floated through her senses and made her head feel dizzy. The two had been in close proximity before but today was different. The purposeful touches and tension between them obvious to almost everyone. But still, Myra felt the need to push away the intoxicating feeling Valkyrie was giving her today and act like her professional self. As she did every day.

She nodded softly and turned away from Valkyrie, letting out a sharp sigh as they went out on another excursion. Out into the town where they were just The King and her shy, little assistant. The way it should stay. The way it had to stay.

"Myra," Val's voice floated through the air and brought Myra back to the present.

She hadn't realized that she had been walking a full step behind Valkyrie, with her head down, looking at the pavement. "Sorry, your majesty," she answered quietly, stepping up beside her, "so you're having lunch with the head of tourism and discussing the expansion of the boat ride and the possibility of a roller-"

"Nope, I'm having lunch with you and we're getting burgers," Valkyrie decreed, a grin growing on her lips as she looked over at her assistant, "If you want, that is"

“But what about the head of t…” Myra began but was halted by gentle yet strong fingers wrapping around her wrist.

“I don’t give a shit about the head of tourism, the chief of rollercoasters, or even those fucking goats. I want to have burgers for lunch and I want to have them with you.”

Valkyrie’s eyes burned into hers and Myra felt herself crumbling beneath the intensity of her King’s gaze.

“O-Ok then,” Myra whispered, her voice gaining confidence as she spoke. “Burgers it is. Let me just message…”

“Fuck ‘em,” Val growled, although she smiled. “You’re more important than any of them.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” she laughed shyly, looking away from her gaze, feeling her face flush red yet again.

Myra missed the feel of Valkyrie’s fingers wrapped around her wrist as they moved and hovered over her open palm. She looked down to their almost interlaced hands and was quickly brought back to meet her King’s gaze by a firm grasp of her chin.

“Now, what did I tell you about doubting, my beautiful Myra?” she purred, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

"I'll make a note of it in my calendar, no doubting," she teased, letting Val pull her closer. She fought to control the urge to tense up, so many people roamed the streets of New Asgard, eyes always on the King.

"That's my girl," she said, pulling Myra's hand to her lips last second and pressing a lingering kiss to the top. "Now enough work talk, let me take care of you. Hamburgers and..." Val's bright eyes scanned the horizon over Myra's line of sight, "ice cream."

Myra followed King Valkyrie in a daze. The warmth of that lingering kiss tingled upon her knuckles, effervescent and light, but the weight of what it meant made her heart thump uncontrollably.

Inside Bor-gers & Friez – New Asgard’s best and most loved burger joint – King Valkyrie led the way to a private booth, sitting opposite Myra, their feet meeting under the table. The place had been split to accommodate Infinity Conez, ice cream fit for the gods, and was the perfect pairing of foods.

Myra buried her face in the menu. The intensity with which her King watched her every move set her cheeks aflame and her nerves jangling. She wanted nothing more than to be just what her King seemed to want and need, but for propriety’s sake…

King Valkyrie’s fingers drew the menu down until Myra’s eyes flicked up to meet hers. “I don’t know why you’re looking,” Val mocked affectionately, “You always order the same thing.”

“Perhaps I want something different this time,” Myra answered without thinking. Her state of distraction drew a wry smile from her King.

“Is that so?” Val smirked with satisfaction, sitting back to wait for this new revelation.

Myra hesitated, actually pausing to think this time before saying, “You never know when the right moment will come for change.”

Val’s smirk slowly switched into a contemplative smile, eyes narrowing at Myra.

“You’re right…Change often comes when we least expect it, maybe it’s nearly time for something to give?” Val questioned and Myra glanced away and back.

“And so it is. Bacon burger deluxe with fries instead of my usual single,” Myra stated determinedly, watching her King start to laugh delightedly.

“What’s so funny?!” She added, a little disgruntled.

“Absolutely nothing Darling,” Val reassured, still chuckling. “You enjoy your bacon deluxe.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Myra asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

“Oh no, I could never make fun of you. You’re far too beautiful for that.” Val paused and captured her gaze. The intensity of her stare sent shivers running down Myra’s spine.

“Besides,” Val continued, “you’re in charge of my day. If I made fun of you then you could schedule back-to-back meetings with that damn theatre company!”

Myra broke into laughter at her King's feigned worry. Though she knew all jokes aside, she'd actually have a conniption if Myra ever did that to her.

"Oh no, that's far too dramatic over you making a little fun of me," she started her eyes flitting to Valkyrie's lips, luscious and plump curled into a genuine smile at hearing her laugh, "And, I could probably think of a few other things to pencil in that would make up for it, my King"

"Little mouse are you flirting with the lion?" Valkyrie looked at her with pride.

"You started it-" Myra went to defend herself but a soft chuckle left Val's lips and the sound was enough to make her toes curl. "on second thought I think your Thursday, seven am slots just opened up. I'm sure they'll jump at the chance to fill it."

"You wouldn't dare," Val narrowed her eyes playfully.

"Who is the mouse and who is the lion?" Myra asked.

"Touché," she leaned back against the booth, her hand finding one of the knives to spin around on the table. "I would like to see that list..." she said and Myra's brows kissed in confusion, "the list of all the things that would make up for it. I should start working my way down it." Val's eyes trailed over her, drinking in everything she could with a lustful stare as she flicked the knife between her fingers.

Myra took a shaky breath, her legs crossing and uncrossing under the table as she tried to quell the throbbing that suddenly appeared there.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, darling?" Val said with a smirk, laying the silverware back on the table as Myra's cheeks flared up.

"No," she murmured, looking up through her lashes. "You could never do that, my King."

"Good," Val said as she leaned forward, touching Myra's hand where it laid flat on the table. She started to trace circles on her palm and Myra almost let out a whimper. "Because I only aim to make you feel pleasure in my presence."

“I-“ Myra squeaked out a sound before the sound of footsteps broke through the daze surrounding her. Val took her hand back and Myra mourned the loss as she made a fist, hand still tingling from the contact.

They gave their orders to the server who left immediately to put them in, leaving Myra staring at the table as her King stared at her.

Thoughts of Val danced around Myra's head to a melody of her laughter and calming voice that just seemed to surround her every time she opened her mouth. She could feel the King's dark eyes on her and everything in her was screaming at her to look up to take this chance, but she pulled herself back once more. This was a professional lunch and the mindless flirting was not going to get them anywhere.

The two fell into idle chit chat as they sat and ate their burgers. Myra didn't want to admit out loud that while the bacon burger was good, she did actually miss her usual.

She filled the King in on the current town gossip and their laughter filled the restaurant as Myra did everything she could to keep the conversation going appropriately. Which was more difficult as she thought with Valkyrie's foot lightly nudging her leg under the table, a fire igniting deep in her belly as her thoughts tried to shift.

"Anyway, I know you don't want work talk, but you uh, you do have a few meetings this afternoon, and then Thor wanted to meet you for drinks this evening," Myra fidgeted nervously, her gaze landing on the King's lips as her tongue swiped across them.

“I do, that’s true,” the King mused, pinching her bottom lip between her thumb and first finger. “I guess that means you get an early dart, right?”

“Well. I don’t…I mean…I have a lot of work to…”

“I’m not listening.” Val hummed, pretending to stuff her fingers in her ears. “You’re gonna go home and have an early night. You deserve it Myra. And besides…”. Valkyrie laid her chin in her palm, her elbow resting on the table, “you don’t want to disappoint me, do you, Myra?”

“N-no,” Myra stammered, feeling a flash of heat rip through her, right to her core.

"Good," Myra's breath hitched as she watched Val bring her bottom lip between her teeth and smile, just stopping herself from finishing her thought, "good." She breathed.

"Well then, my dear Myra, shall we walk back now? Allow me to bask a little more in your presence before you head home?" she asked as she stood and extended her hand to her for Myra to hold as she stood from her seat.

Myra looked up at her employer, the reason for many declined dates and late night dreams that had her tossing and turning in her sleep. It was just her hand, nothing more, but Myra knew that if she took it, then the door was open to a mountain of possibilities between them. There was a tingling under her skin as she raised her hand, almost too eager to feel the grip of the warrior before her. Before Myra’s skin could meet Val’s however, the doors to the small restaurant burst open and in ran one of the villagers who worked down by the ferry.

“Ex-excuse me, Your Majesty,” the resident, a young man named Ivar, panted as he skidded to a stop before Val and Myra’s table.

Val fixed him with a cool stare, raising one eyebrow in a clear message that whatever he is interrupting her for better be important. Ivar looked from Val to her assistant, still flushed and sitting in the booth.

“Um, one of the goats, has…gotten away,” he stammered. “Toothgnasher, well he gnashed right through his chains.”

With a heavy sigh, Valkyrie’s eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. Myra had to bite back a laugh at the sheer ridiculous nature of the events.

“And where is he now?” she asked, exasperated.

“He is currently plowing through the daycare’s garden. Already took out the playground.”

“Which part?”

“The entire playground, Your Majesty.”

Val groaned before turning back to Myra, taking her hand once more.

“Go home, Myra. I’ll come see you once this is handled and we can finish our…discussion.”

With a gentle smile that quickly turned stoic as she turned back to Ivar, Val hurried out of the restaurant with the villager in tow. Myra couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that filled her while walking back to her apartment, only a block over from the main offices of her King. It was a choice between going home and letting her mind wander, or keeping both her brain and her hands too busy to fantasize about what never could be. She chose the latter, despite Val’s implicit instructions.

Day turned to night as Myra sat in front of her computer, barely noticing the lack of light as she typed away at emails, memos, and messages from Thor from whatever part of the galaxy he found himself in at that moment. There was a fair bit of teasing, the god of thunder being well aware of the crush Myra harbored for their mutual friend. Her fingers flew over the keys quickly, the clacking masking the heavy thud of the office door as it was closed by someone cloaked in darkness.

Myra sat silent, listening to the discontent sighs of the interloper as they rifled through King Valkyrie’s desk drawers. The more they searched the greater their frustration grew until, with a forceful kick of the desk, they thumped down in the King’s chair.

She smiled, seeking the form of the person through the shadows, knowing with all certainty that this person was not a thief or a spy.

“Looking for this?” Myra asked, holding up a rustic ceramic bottle stoppered with a gnarled cork peppered with red wax fragments; one of the last bottles of Asgardian mead that had been salvaged from the Ragnarok. She had hidden the bottle after her King had spiked her own coffee at a town committee and banished the entire roster on account of them being boring.

King Valkyrie stood with no small amount of swagger and moved into the light cast by Myra’s computer, clearly a little worse for wear. “Good girl.” She accepted the proffered bottle with a sour pout and took a swig.

The praise sent goosebumps coursing down Myra’s spine, over the skin of her arms and left a warmth in her belly that she wished she could push aside, but she couldn’t. She had been fighting these feelings so hard and denying herself for so long, that it had become almost automatic.

“Troublesome night?”

“When are the goats not troublesome, I swear I keep telling the smiths to strengthen their holdings but-” Valkyrie frowned, “I thought I told you to go home.”

“You tell me many things,” Myra smiled coyly, “I don’t always listen. Your Majesty.”

Valkyrie looked at her, head tilting to the side. “Well, since you’re here, shall we continue our discussion?” Her free hand lifted, taking Myra’s and raising between them. Myra swallowed, looking into her King’s dark eyes, illuminated by the computer. Valkyrie grinned, lids lowering but gaze remaining fixed on her as she bent.

“Pretty please?” she asked, quietly, her lips brushing Myra’s knuckles, a whimper slipping out of her throat.

Myra swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to ignore the crashing of her heart against her chest, her eyes remaining locked with her King’s. This couldn't be happening. It was the mead that was all. There was no way.

"Your majesty, I - I don't know if that's a good idea, I can tell you've had a lot of mead and we can - just talk tomorrow," her words were cut short as Valkyrie pulled on her hand gently, getting Myra to stand.

Valkyrie's hand let go of Myra's and found a home on her waist as she slowly guided her backwards and pressed her back against the wall, "you know as well as I that the mead makes no difference," she slid the bottle onto the desk beside them before bringing her hand up to brush a dark curl off Myra's forehead, "do I have to spell it out for you, Myra?"

Shaking her head slowly, she allowed her hand to come up and land gently on the King's shoulder, "No I just -" she whispered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried to think of the right words, "you're the King, and I'm just - "

"The most incredible woman I have ever met," Valkyrie whispered back, "if you want me to back off, just say the word..." she leaned forward and nudged the tips of their noses together.

"Please don't..." her fingers curled into the collar of Valkyrie's shirt, actually scared that she'd cake away and they'd lose this moment forever. If there was any time to take a leap of faith, it was now. In the back of her mind, hung that black cloud of doubt but as she stood there caged between the stone wall and her King, Myra realized there was no place she'd rather be.

Taking in a sharp breath, Myra tentatively leaned in and brushed her lips gently across Vals, pulling a chuckle from deep within her chest.

"You can do better than that..." The king mumbled against her lips.

Myra’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt a hand slide up her throat and cup the back of her neck, fingers twining between the strands of her hair. It pulled her closer, keeping her pressed against Val’s mouth and she let out a whine that she hoped didn’t sound as desperate as she felt,

Tilting her head slightly, Myra felt the gentle brush of a tongue against her lips and she parted them, almost combusting at the welcome invasion.

A whimper left her lips as Val's hands seemed to disappear but quickly found purchase against her thighs.

Her fingers dug into her skin just below her skirt, "Can I?" Val whispered against her mouth and all Myra could do was nod. Without hesitation, Valkyrie pushed the hem of Myra's tight skirt higher, just enough to wrap her hands around the back and grip her thighs, lifting her against Val's thighs with barely a squeal from her kiss-swollen lips. She wrapped her arm around Myra's waist, using the wall for support as she peppered her throat. "Remember if this gets to be too much," she said breathlessly.

"The word, the word...I know," Myra silenced her with another hungry kiss.

On the one hand, she wanted to savour the feeling of having the subject of her affection pressed up against her, devouring her in a passionate kiss while holding her body in her own, strong but still incredibly delicate hands.

On the other, she wanted more. It felt as if Myra was already drunk off their kiss as her lips tangled with her King's. Silently pleading and begging for more of the heat that's simmering between them to simply consume her and take over her entire being.

She let out a small whine when Val's lips parted from her own only to slide down her throat, soft and slick with saliva and mead as they glided over her pulse point causing Myra to hold back a moan as she leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closing at the sensations the king was stirring in her body.

"Don't hold back, darling," Val murmured against her neck, her hands pushing further up Myra's skirt until she found the seamless panties underneath. "I've waited a long time to hear all the noises you can make."

Val gripped the supple skin of Myra's ass, enough that she was sure purple marks would bloom the following day. She pressed Myra's quivering body further into the wall before lifting her up with a firm grasp on her back and thighs, taking Myra's breath away.

"What are you doing?" Myra panted against her King's parted lips, who carried her further into the office. Val smiled in response just as the hard oak of the royal desk pressed firmly into Myra's back.

"We never got to have dessert," Val nearly growled, a hint of honey dripping from her voice. "And I am fucking starving."

Val nipped the skin of Myra’s neck with her teeth, drawing a symphony of sounds that the meek assistant wouldn’t dream of making. Gasps, moans, and sighs punctuated each nip and the soothing kisses that followed. Myra clung to her King as a survivor of a shipwreck would cling to its flotsam, and Myra knew she was just as wet.

Grinning against the heated skin of Myra’s neck, Valkyrie moved carefully to stand between Myra’s legs and charted a course to her bounty. Wet, mead-tainted lips trailed along inner elbows and wrists, beneath lifted blouses – King’s colours or not – Val looked like she wanted to map every inch of skin she could.

Myra gasped and instinctively fisted her hand in Val’s long braids when the King’s teeth tormented the delicate skin of her cleavage, her nipples hardening under Val’s expert touch. But the King didn’t stop there. She kissed her way down Myra’s stomach, lowering herself to her knees before her subject.

Val paused, and Myra panicked, maybe this wasn’t what she wanted after all but she was met with her King looking up at the dishevelled state of her beautiful aid, the ravenous look in her eyes unmistakable.

“You know, it should be you kneeling before me,” Val smirked, “I am the King of New Asgard, after all.”

“But you hate all of the formalities and titles.” Myra panted, licking her lips nervously as Val looked up at her from between her thighs.

“True,” Val pursed her lips mischievously, “but you don’t.”

Myra nodded quickly, giggling slightly hysterically as she watched her King slide her hands up her legs from her knees to the insides of her thighs, spreading her open as heat passed through their skin. Valkyrie’s hands inched under Myra’s skirt, and just as they brushed the edges of her wet panties, just covering her folds, Myra shouted out, “Goats!”

The King blinked and stopped moving. “Goats?”

“It’s all I could think of?” Myra groaned as Valkyrie sat back on her heels, her hands falling away from Myra’s legs.

Valkyrie examined Myra’s trembling form for a moment before smiling softly. “I think you need to cool off a bit”

Standing herself up, Valkyrie took Myra's hand in hers and pressed soft kisses up her skin to her neck, across her jaw and finally attached their lips once more, "Stay" she whispered, giving another quick kiss before sauntering through her office to the corner behind Myra's desk.

Her head was spinning as she watched the king about her office, but the heat in her body calmed and craved Valkyrie's presence once more. Despite how fast this night was going and the lack of actual conversation they'd had about it, Myra knew this was what she wanted. The King was what she wanted. Always.

Val reappeared with two plastic spoons and a tub of Myra's favorite ice cream from Infinity Conez, Mind Stone Mango. A soft smile appeared on the assistant's face as she tilted her head and watched Val.

"Has that been here all day?" She questioned.

Valkyrie cocked her eyebrow, and found a home back between Myra's legs, bringing the closeness back to them with a smirk, "is that really the question you want to ask right now?"

"I ask inappropriate questions when I'm nervous," Myra giggled as Val popped the lid on the ice cream and handed her a spoon.

"Our standards of inappropriate are skewed," Val took a bit of ice cream, cleaning the spoon between her lips as Myra took her own trying not to clench her thighs together at the sight of Valkyrie devouring the dessert.

Her heart skipped a beat as she watched Val sink again, pressing more ice cream into her mouth. She set the carton of ice cream next to Myra and dragged her cold fingers over her bare skin, sending shivers up her spine in shockwaves. She barely had time to collect her scattered thoughts as Val started to place slow, chilly kisses to her calf. Working her way up her hot skin, taking her time and driving Myra mad.

"Val," she whimpered as her lips brushed against the hem of her hiked-up skirt.

"Eat your ice cream, pretty girl," Val ghosted her tongue over her innermost thigh making Myra's toes curl in her shoes.

The icy temperature of Val's lips against her skin made Myra's hands tremble as she tried her hardest to bring the spoon to her mouth. When she felt teeth catch on the fabric of her underwear, right over where her clit lay throbbing beneath, she dropped a large dollop of sugary mango on her chest and yelped. Raising her head, Val locked eyes with the creamy splash on Myra's tawny skin and grinned darkly.

"Messy little thing," Val chastised, clicking her teeth with an amused shake of her head. "Let me clean you up."

"Val," Myra whined again, wiggling her hips in protest before she was silenced by sticky fingers against her parted lips.

"Shh," Val said. "I want to see how sweet it is before I get a real taste."

Valkyrie moved her body up to hover over Myra and she felt the heat of Val's tongue immediately on her chest, biting and sucking at the melting dessert and the skin beneath.

"And Myra," Val growled, licking her lips as she met the woman's heavy-lidded gaze. "In here, when I have you like this, I'm not Val. I am your King."

“Oh gods, yes your Majesty,” Myra moaned and Valkyrie surged upwards, taking her lower lip between her teeth, and pulling it into her mouth. Val sucked on it as her sticky hands roved under Myra’s bra, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples until she was whimpering, Valkyrie’s tongue pushing into her mouth and swallowing the sounds.

“Tastes better on you,” Valkyrie whispered into the kiss before pulling back, kissing her way back down Myra’s body.

Valkyrie raised Myra’s skirt further, reaching below and pulling her panties down until she could step out of them, kicking them aside. Val shouldered her way between Myra’s legs, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, steadily getting closer to where she wanted it most.

"Your majesty... please" Myra rasped into a moan as Valkyrie peppered more kisses against her skin.

Val's hand went up and pressed into Myra's chest firmly, pushing her to lay down onto the wooden oak desk, "shh, you're okay beautiful girl, I've got you," she smirked into her skin.

An electric shock shot up her spine as the king finally pulled Myra's throbbing bud between her lips and sucked, before swirling her tongue around it in tight circles. A deep moan left her chest and her hand went flying up to land on a stack of official files that lay beside her head.

"Oh my god, Va- my King," she breathed, arching her back into the desk.

Valkyrie chuckled, sending vibrations of pleasure through Myra's body, "you taste just as sweet as I'd imagine"

Myra could barely form words, every tangled emotion dripping from her lips came out a guttural moan as Val nibbled gently at her clit as her hand raked over the flat of Myra's stomach. Her fingers curled around the fabric of her bra, tugging on it until Myra took the hint. She wiggled free of the straps exposing herself to her King, struggling to keep her hips on the table as Val curled a long, smooth finger into her folds.

She could feel the smile on Valkyrie's lips as she teased her relentlessly until Myra was screaming her name. She removed her lips from her sensitive core, standing to hover over Myra. "You have to be quiet," she warned.

"You have to be more naked," Myra took the chance of punishment as she pressed a heel into Valkyrie's shoulder, stopping her from moving any further.

Her head tilted to the side, hair cascading down the sharp lapels of her suit and a sly smile pulled across her face. "Is that any way to speak to your King?" Val quipped.

"My King is wearing far too much clothing," Myra raised an eyebrow.

With a smirk, the royal rose to her feet and shrugged off her jacket and kicked off her shoes. Myra licked her lips as Val pulled her belt from the loops, the clanking of the buckle loud against the hardwood floor. Left in only her white button down, Val stepped closer to Myra's heat and slowly unbuttoned the silky fabric, exposing toffee colored skin and strong lines of muscle.

"Better now?" Val murmured, bringing a hand up to grip Myra's chin, kissing her gently and leaving her taste on her own tongue.

"Much. Thank you, Your Majesty," Myra breathed with a soft giggle, moaning at the feeling of her lover's hands between her legs once again.

“Mm anything you need sweet girl, just ask,” Valkyrie whispered, sliding two fingers between Myra’s folds, capturing the gasp that left her lips in another deep kiss. Myra tore away, heaving for air as her King sucked bruises along her neck and collarbones, pushing her down against the desk until she was once again between her thighs.

“Can you-“ Myra hesitated, flushing.

“Remember sweet girl, just ask and it’s yours,” Valkyrie murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her knee.

“Your daggers,” Myra blurted out. “Use them to cut my skirt.” She flushed but kept her eyes on her King’s, watching them get blacker.

“As you wish, my darling,” Val grinned, reaching behind her and pulling out her daggers. She slid the flat of the blade up Myra’s thighs, moving slowly before making a sudden gesture and slicing through the material of her skirt.

Myra gasped, and let out a whine at the gesture, her dark eyes finding her King’s as the fabric fell off her hips, leaving her there completely naked in front of Valkyrie. It was a dream come true in her mind, the dizzy feeling returning as she craved the touch of her girl once more.

Sitting up, Myra grasped the collar of Val's white shirt and attached their lips, swallowing a moan from the woman in front of her. Her hands travelled down her body, finding the opening of the white shirt that still hung from her body, tucking her fingers into it and pulling, sending clear plastic buttons flying through the office.

She looked up to meet Val's gaze to find the king smirking down at her.

"That's my girl," she whispered before pushing her back gently onto the desk once more and kissing her way back down Myra's body as the tips of her fingers dragged through her wet folds and pushed one inside of her.

"Saints," a string of swears fell from Myra's lips as Val's tongue flicked over her clit, her finger working at a languid pace from the inside. "More," she begged.

Val practically growled against her, "I've imagined that sound in my dreams for months but it sounds so much better coming from your lips," she whispered, "ask nicely."

"Please your Majesty, I need more."

"So pretty when you're desperate," the words rolled off Valkyrie's tongue and seemingly tickled every nerve in Myra's body.

Her heels came down on Val's back and urged her on, while her hips began to mimic the same motion. For a moment, Myra worried that Val would stop her, but she only gripped her thighs tighter and lapped fast at her slick.

"Yes, don't stop, thank you, gods," Myra sobbed, nearing a breathless high while she fucked the face of her Majesty. She didn't know what she was thanking her for. Nonsense just flowed from her lips as the wave rose and rose, her body rigid against the wooden desk.

Another finger joined the first inside Myra's cunt and Val curled them, finding perfectly the spot that Myra wanted most. She cried out, back bowing as she came hard and fast, slick dripping down onto the desk beneath them.

Myra breathed out, the sound turning into a squeak as her King kept going, fingers moving slower but deeper.

“Come on pretty girl, give me another,” Valkyrie encouraged, murmuring against Myra’s lower lips, spit and slick keeping them sliding together. “Y’can d’it” she mumbled as she locked her lips around her hole and fingers, sucking hard.

Myra screamed, orgasm hitting her like a punch to the gut, exploding out of her, zinging through her fingertips and toes.

The view of Valkyrie’s warm, slick tanned skin was even better from below. Her strong thighs demanded attention but Myra’s gaze couldn’t help but drink in the soft curves of her hips and the tight muscles of her stomach. She admired the round shape of her pert breasts and her mouth went dry thinking about wrapping her lips around her hardened nipples.

“Do you like what you see?” Valkyrie rocked back onto the table, leaning against it and allowed Myra to hook her knee over her shoulder as she nodded quietly. “What do you want little mouse?” She whispered, raking her hands through her hair and tilting her chin up further.

“To taste my King,” Myra’s kiss-swollen lips turned upwards as she nibbled the soft skin of Val’s inner thigh.

Valkyrie inhaled sharply as Myra bit down, soothing the mark with her tongue. She dropped to her elbows on the desk, head raised to watch Myra.

“Go ahead,” Valkyrie murmured, lowly, spreading her legs another inch as Myra dove in. She lapped at her King’s cunt, kissing her clit and worshipping her like she’d been longing to do.

A hand in Myra’s hair forced her back, away from her prize and she whined, eyes desperately meeting Valkyrie’s.

“Tell me, sweet girl, how does your King taste?” she nearly purred and Myra shivered, eyes fluttering.

“So good, your Majesty,” she whimpered and Val’s eyes flashed as she strained to get back to her.

Every sound and praise that dripped from Valkyrie's mouth was like music to Myra's ears as she swirled her tongue around the swollen bud of nerves, and curled two fingers into Val's cunt. The way she tasted more sweet than Myra had ever imagined sent her brain into a frenzy.

Reaching up, Myra found Valkyrie's hand and intertwined their fingers, allowing herself to smirk as she felt Val's grip tighten around her hand while her other flew up and wound itself into Myra's dark curls.

"Right there, angel," Val moaned, throwing her head back to look at the ceiling, "just like that, fuck"

Myra kept her pace, wanting to pull every sound she could from Valkyrie's lips and memorize each movement that corresponded. That was her job, after all, keeping track of everything that made the King, happy.

Myra slid a third finger into Val, filling her just enough as her fingertips stroked her spot.

“Oh, fuck!” Valkyrie cried as she came, one long, extended orgasm. Wave after wave rocked the king and Myra worked her through them all, pressing soft kisses to her clit and licking around her still gently thrusting fingers.

When the King’s hips finally settled against the wet desk, Myra slowly slid her fingers free, pressing a gentle kiss to her cunt before pulling away.

Myra sat back on her heels, Valkyrie lifting up on shaking elbows. “Come here, sweet girl,” she murmured, reaching down and grabbing Myra’s chin, leading her up between her legs until she was laying on top of her, cuddled on the desk.

Myra’s head was pillowed on Valkyrie’s arm, her other arm around Myra’s waist, holding her close. They stayed quiet, trading soft kisses and lingering looks.

Drawing circles along Valkyrie's belly, Myra couldnt stop the soft smile that stayed plastered to her lips. She wasn't sure what all of this meant to the king and it would definitely be something they would need to talk about, but for now, she did her best to quiet those thoughts and focus Val's soft skin beneath her and the sound of her panting breaths. This night had been everything she wanted it to be and more, it wasn't something she was about to let her own brain ruin for her.

Valkyrie's lips pressed a soft lingering kiss to the side of Myra's head, causing her to look up into the wet, dark eyes of her king. Her chest squeezed together as the worst thought exploded into her mind. Maybe it was just her that wanted this. Maybe this was the king about to tell her that it had all been a huge mistake.

"You know," Val cleared her throat and sucked in a sharp breath, turning her eyes to the ceiling "when I lost my last love on the battlefield, I thought that was it. I never wanted to or tried to find someone to bring back into my life, and then," her gaze landed back on Myra, catching her eyes once more, "you waltzed into my office when we landed here and somehow knew me better than I knew myself"

"Your majesty, I -"

"In the years you've been my assistant, you have managed to slowly piece back together every piece of heart without even knowing it," Valkyrie whispered, her eyes tracing over each feature on Myra's face, "I couldn't do this without you... I couldn't do anything with you"

Myra stretched up and captured Val's lips with hers as she reached up and wiped away the single tear that had escaped down the king's cheek.

"You don't have to do anything without me, I'm not going anywhere," Myra reassured, letting her thumb linger against Val's cheek, softly sending the sadness away.

Valkyrie smiled, and nudged their noses together, pulling Myra as close as possible to her body, "You know, every good King has an even better Queen..." she teased, locking their gaze with one another, "And you, my beautiful, charismatic, surprisingly funny, and so smart girl, have the makings of a powerful Queen, so be mine…"

"Oh I don't - " Myra started, her bottom lip finding a home between her teeth.

"Pretty please..." Valkyrie whispered once more as she pressed her lips softly to Myra's.

Nodding slowly, Myra pulled back with a sweet smile, and cupped Val's cheek once more, "Anything for you my king, always"

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