#Valkyrie imagine

[lesbian-deadpool]

Korg: What are you, homophobic?

Valkyrie, literally bi: Yes.

Valkyrie: June's over, fruit boy.

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[romanoffsbish]

A Trick Question

Dark!Valkyrie x Fem!R

Request

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not you! “Daddy”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1,334 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn 🥵

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Marvel Kink Alphabet

Which characters have these kinks

A- Anal

Loki, Thor, Tony

B- Bondage

Carol, Loki, Natasha, Pietro, Sif, Thor, Valkyrie, Zemo

C- Creampie

Adam Warlock, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony

D- Deepthroating

Fandral, Loki, M’Baku, Thor

E- Exhibitionism

Fandral, Loki, Pietro, Zemo

F- Fingering

Bucky, Loki, Natasha, Pietro, Steve Rogers, Valkyrie, Wanda

G- Gags

Loki, Tony, Zemo

H- Hair Pulling

Bucky, Eddie Brock, Fandral, Natasha, Sif, Thor, Wanda, Yelena

I- Intimacy

Adam Warlock, Bucky, Eddie Brock, M’Baku, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Thor, Wanda, Yelena, Zemo

J- Jizz

Fandral, M’Baku, Thor, Tony

K- Kneeling

Loki, Natasha, Zemo

L- Love Making

Adam Warlock, Bucky, Pietro, Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony, Valkyrie, Yelena, Zemo

M- Multiple Orgasms

Adam Warlock, Bucky, Fandral, Loki, Natasha, Pietro, Sif, Thor, Tony, Valkyrie, Wanda, Yelena

N- Nipple Play

Carol, Natasha, Sam Wilson, Valkyrie, Wanda

O- Orgasm Denial

Loki, Natasha, Valkyrie

P- Praise

Adam Warlock, Bucky, Pietro, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Yelena

Q- Quickies

Natasha, Pietro, Tony

R- Riding

Adam Warlock, Bucky, Eddie Brock, Pietro, Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony

S- Spanking

Loki, Tony, Valkyrie, Zemo

T- Threesome

Carol, Fandral, Loki, Pietro, Sif, Thor, Tony, Valkyrie, Zemo

U- Uniforms

Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Valkyrie, Zemo

V- Voyeurism

Loki, Natasha, Wanda, Zemo

W- Whips

Loki, Valkyrie, Zemo

X- X-Cross

Loki, Natasha, Valkyrie, Zemo

Y- Yelling (REALLY loud moaning)

Adam Warlock, Fandral, Loki, M’Baku, Natasha, Pietro, Sam Wilson, Sif, Thor, Tony

Z- Zipper Sex

Bucky, Eddie Brock, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers

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[fluffyprettykitty]

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.

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics //​ banners by @maysdigitalarts​

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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[vlkyriesgf]

midnight love // valkyrie x fem!reader

a/n: first brunnhilde fic lets gooo!! tbh it’s a tad spicier than what i’m used to cause it’s val ofc + i feel like i did pretty dandy with that but it’s still mainly fluff

summary: a tried valkyrie comes home, you make sure she has a calm, relaxing night

warnings: pure fluff, valkyrie being her usual charming self, slight suggestiveness + like one smut reference it’s not too bad

word count: 1.3k

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It always seemed unclear to you how kings remained so calm while running an entire kingdom. They constantly have things to do and never seem to get a break, even though it looks like they just sit on their throne all high and mighty.

It’s pretty obvious that they get tons of help from others, Valkyrie being no exception. All day everyday she’s super busy with trying to get New Asgard up and going. You constantly see her running around with a group of helpers when you volunteer to help entertain the asgardian children.

Knowing that she’s always up and about, its rare to spend time alone together. You always try to make it calm and easy for her when she comes home to you. Sometimes it’s getting a bath ready for her, even just a simple cup of coffee or tea to let her know you care.

These kind acts definitely don’t go unnoticed as the nights always end the same. Brunnhilde smothering you, covering you in kisses as she has her arms wrapped around you.

You now find yourself waiting for her on the couch like usual, watching some documentary about the earth and it’s beauty that you wanted to watch with her but you don’t mind starting over. You thought it would be a good opportunity to show her the most mesmerizing parts of the earth.

The set up was nice actually. an oversized blanket, big enough for you both to be under and some lit scented candles that went with the fall season. You honestly hope you don’t fall asleep like the many times before while you were waiting for her.

It was around 12 am when you were making yourself a sandwich and heard the door unlock. Valkyrie comes through the door and leans on it out of exhaustion as she closes it. Watching her as she unties her hair and remove her blazer, you chuckle at the fact that she managed to close the door quietly.

“You’re not that good at sneaking in, you know” you quipped then taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Awh im not?” she replies sarcastically, holding your gaze at her with a slight smile as she glides to her desk to put her things down.

Cleaning up around where you made your sandwich, you feel val coming up behind you “Sorry I was late. Wont take long dressing” giving a haste kiss on your temple and another on your cheek as she swiftly goes to the shared room.

After a few minutes, Hilde makes her way towards you with a tired yet loving look on her face, probably thinking about how glad she is to be home. “What are you eating?” she asks as she wraps her arms around you from the side.

“Sandwich” you reply with a not too full mouth.

You offer her a bite, gesturing the sandwich to her. She takes a bite while you turn your body towards her, you start to notice a slight smile form on her face with a hum following.

“Finish it Val, you’re clearly enjoying it” you giggled out as she gives an amused huff through her nose. You guess that she probably didn’t eat much throughout the day.

“Do you want some coffee?” she mumbles while still chewing, already heading towards the coffee maker.

Blocking her from reaching it, you gently put your hands on the front of her shoulders. “No no you relax, I’ll make some.”

“Kjære it’s no problem, really-“ trying to kindly remove your hands from her, she feels you cup her face.

“Hilde.” you say in a softly stern tone. stroking her face, She can’t help but give a soft smile at the sound of her true name as she leans in to your touch.

Taking her hands, you lead her towards the couch and sit her down. She looks up at you and tugs your arms towards her, gradually coming up to reach your face. Naturally expecting a kiss, you come down to her level when she swiftly drags you on her by your waist. Looking down you realize your straddling her lap, feeling her embrace you and nuzzling her head in your neck with both of her arms on your waist.

You cradle her as you relish the moment, noticing that she’s leaving light pecks on your neck. The feeling always tickled you even though you enjoyed it. “If you wanted to kiss me so bad then come up from there” you murmur.

Valkyrie nips your neck before coming up to meet your “You know it feels better when I kiss you there, besides, you smell so lovely” she says with that sultry voice of hers while she slightly raises your sweater, putting her hand under it to rub your skin. She scans your face admiring the features she gets to see every day before leaning in and kissing you dearly. You shrug down into the kiss to make it easier but instead she adjusts you further up by your thighs and makes herself rise to you.

Smiling and giggling into the kiss, you lightly drag your fingertips along the nape of her neck. Val pulls away a little, slightly tugging your lips before letting go completely. Both of you catching your breath before you try to go back in for more when she politely stops you.

“While I adore seeing you on me like this my love, I think I’d rather lay down” she says almost sensually but failing to keep up the act by letting out a little snicker.

“Come lay down then darling” you say. Coming off of her, you laid yourself comfortably on the end of the couch and start to arrange the blanket.

Valkyrie comes crawling to you and settles between your legs, her front parallel to yours. “Hello darling” she says, looking up at you with a sleepy grin. “Hello to you to, your majesty” you reply, smiling back and draping the warm blanket over her.

Brunnhilde lays her head back down on your chest, facing the tv to watch what’s been playing. It’s not every day where she gets to let her guard down so she definitely takes the time to cherish these moments, especially when she gets to relax to the sound of your heartbeat. You love seeing her so tranquil, that she’s able to not worry about anything just for a few hours.

You start stroking her head, weaving your fingers through her hair with each graze. Looking down you see her eyes drooping, you can tell she’s enjoying is as she tries to fight her weariness. “Go to sleep” you tell her with a chuckle. “No, I’m not turning in so quickly this time” she huffs as she shifts in her place, her back now on you.

Looking up at you she gives a dreamy sigh. “You’re always so good to me, I sometimes forget to thank you for all this” she says quietly, making sure you really hear the appreciation in her voice.

“You do, it’s just usually physical” you tease. She laughs in agreement, remembering how some nights would end with the two of you passionately intertwined. You bend down to kiss her forehead, letting your lips linger. “Please go to sleep Hilde, you look extremely tired” you whisper against her forehead while rubbing her temples.

The feeling itself has her wanting to give in to her drowsiness and to just fall asleep already. “Fine. Only cause you finally said please. Give me your arms.” she says sluggishly. “Whatever happened to please?” you ask sarcastically.

Grabbing your hands herself, Valkyrie lays them on her and entwines them with hers. “You get some rest now too dear, sleep with me” she coos, stroking your wrist. “Alright then. good night my love” you tell her as you slowly move your hand up to rest on her shoulder.

“I love you” Val says, softly grabbing your hand and kissing your palm before she interlaces her hand with yours. “I love you too” you reply following with a yawn. Within just a few mere minutes, you both find yourself submitting to your tired states, falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

VALKYRIE | KING VALKYRIE (the mcu)

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“Is This Okay?” (Valkyrie x Fem!Reader)

| Tired from covering for Valkyrie while she’s on her mission to save New Asgard’s children, you go into her house for something and end up falling asleep on her bed.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, establishing relationship, it’s just fluff/kissing and some shy!reader

| 1k+ words

At the sound of a knob turning you stir and blearily lift up your head. A woman’s silhouette stands in the door.

“You warming my bed?”

In the near darkness of the bedroom, the only light sources are coming from the now open door and the cracks in the window blinds, you make a quiet amused sound.

“Not on purpose,” you rub your eyes with a sniff. “I just came to get something and passed out.”

“Oh? What were you looking for?”

You look around the room but absolutely nothing rings a bell.

“Honestly, I don’t even remember, but I’m sure it’s in my itinerary somewhere.”

She laughs softly. You can just barely make out the glint of metal as she shifts.

You yawn, eyes flitting over her some more. Despite having literally been hospitalized you could tell from her voice alone she was more lively than she’s been in a while.

“Nope. I’d much rather stick to helping make all this easier for you as your assistant.”

“Which you do brilliantly, Ms. L/n.”

“Thank you,” you incline your head at her. “Now did they let you out or did you let yourself out?”

“You know I don’t like infirmaries. Hate being inactive for that long.”

You bring your hand up to scrunch your hair briefly, it’s going to be knotted and dry as hell tomorrow without your wrap. You don’t even want to think about the friction on your edges.

“Yeah, I know.”

The both of you stare at one another before she walks in and shuts the door behind her. She takes a good look at the way the moonlight illuminates the brown of your skin and you sit up to see her better.

A grin takes over her face, her eyes traveling over your body.

“So is this going to be a regular thing?”

You blink up at her, “Is what going to be a regular thing?”

Still dressed in her armor your King chuckles before walking over to the closet. She bends over to shuck off her boots.

“You could keep playing coy with me, or you could get me in that bed faster,” she shrugs off the top pieces of her armor with a glance over her shoulder at you. Getting undressed in record time. “Your decision.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, mind obsessing over what exactly to say. You’ve been “seeing” Valkyrie for almost two months now. She had tossed you a key to her place when you were still in the shuffling-around-each-other stage for official purposes, and you’d never used it till now. And now you were in this situation together.

“You don’t want me to leave?”

Her eyebrows go up and down as she leans against the wall in shorts and an Oklahoma revival shirt.

“No,” she flicks something from under her nail before meeting your eyes again. “I just want a straight answer from you Princess.”

You duck your head, nails clinking together as you fiddle with the edge of your top.

“I mean,” you shrug. “I’d like it to be.”

Valkyrie’s silent for a couple beats right until the bed dips down and one of her knuckles is placed under your chin. You blink up at her, mouth parting slightly as she lifts your head.

“You’d like…what? You’re a big girl, use your words.”

You swallow at her intense regard. She glances down from your eyes to the plush of your lips while licking her own, before they bounce back to meet your gaze and your breathing gets just that much harsher.

“I’d like to, um- I’d like to make waking up in your bed a regular thing,” your voice drops into a whisper. “My King.”

Valkyrie makes a quiet noise in the back of her throat as you breathe in the same air.

“See,” she murmurs. “That’s all you had to say.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. The finger on your chin shifts and her hand moves to splay across your cheek.

“I’d like that too,” she breathes out before her lips are on yours.

It’s a simple kiss. Your mouths lock together naturally for a few moments before you gasp for little breaths and then automatically meld back together. Her tongue pushes for entrance and you grant it after only a few beats.

Valkyrie groans and then you’re being pressed against her. Capable hands grasp at your hips and bring the two of you closer together. You come up on your knees for her and the kiss deepens at the better angle, making you shiver.

When she eventually pulls away due to your incessant need for air the way she’s looking at you from so close makes your face warm. After a few awkward moments of catching your breaths a chuckle pushes past your lips and you pull back, hands dropping down to once again fiddle in your lap.

You force yourself to meet her eyes before you speak. “So does this mean we’re actually dating now?”

Valkyrie hums and leans forward, hand coming up to cradle your face so you can’t run away again, and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“If you’ll allow it, I’d love to,” she smirks. “Especially if dating means having you in my arms more often.”

“Gods above,” you exclaim softly before pushing at her.

She laughs at your embarrassment as she lays down next to you under her blanket. Feeling her thigh brush up against the length of your own ratchets up the heat in your face even more and the way she pulls you down into her makes you feel like you’re about to explode.

Your throat clicks before, in a bid to calm down, you bring up something that’d crossed your mind earlier.

“Why’d you have your armor on if you were at the hospital?”

“Just in case,” her hand rubs down your side. You only shiver a little more.

You nod your head minutely where your forehead is pressed against her shoulder.

“Of course,” she pinches you on the hip for your glibness and you giggle. “I’m just saying. What do you want to do now?”

“Cuddle,” her hand briefly brushes over the curve of your ass before wrapping around your waist. “For tonight at least.”

“Really?”

You’re throwing your hands over her middle and snuggling more into her body regardless of your question though. She definitely wasn’t acting like she wanted you gone so you might as well take advantage.

“Fuck yes. I was stabbed, I want to cuddle.”

NOTES: Valkyrie’s was the highlight of Thor: Love and Thunder for me so obviously something had to give. I thought about the phrase “warming my bed” and built everything else around it. Please ignore any typos I’ll catch them eventually.

Hope you enjoyed!

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[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 7- Toys

Valkyrie x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 965

Warnings- smut (18+ only), established relationship, slight voyeurism, masturbation, toys

Notes- Valkyrie my love!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one too!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​ (and also thank you for your input with this one too)!

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“Sorry I’m so late, love,” Valkyrie walked through the doorway of your shared bedroom, “Meetings ran late and you would not believe how stupid some of these countries leaders are…” she stopped in her tracks when she saw you spread out on the bed with just a sheet to cover your body. 

You had a glazed over expression on your face, and you looked like you rushed to cover yourself up. One arm pinned the sheet to your body while the other was hidden underneath. Even through the cover, Valkyrie saw the way your chest rose and fell with your deep breaths, and her skin heated up as she studied the outline of your figure through the sheet.

“It’s alright babe,” your voice was soft yet strained, “I must have fallen asleep…”

A smirk lit up her face, “Is that so?” her voice dropped as she swaggered over to the bed and ghosted her fingers over your body, “So I wouldn’t find any surprises under the sheet now, would I?”

There was a challenge in her eyes, and it made you swallow hard, “N-no…” You didn’t even convince yourself with that reply.

“Oh come now, doll,” Valkyrie purred, “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and show me what I’ve been missing today?”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as she ran her hand up your leg and cupped at your core through the sheet. Your eyes fluttered shut and you dropped your head down onto the pillow as Valkyrie teased the toy that sat nestled inside you. 

“Val…” you breathed as you slowly rocked your hips in the same rhythm as she cupped at your cunt.

“Look at me,” she whispered.

Instantly, you blinked your eyes open, too weak against her to deny anything she asked of you. As your eyes met hers, you let out a gasp at how sexy she looked in the perfectly tailored suit she still wore. Her gaze burned into you, and without another word, you slowly pushed the sheet down to reveal your naked body inch by inch.

Just like Valkyrie liked to tease you, you decided to tease her back and moved the sheet down agonizingly slowly.  First, you revealed your collarbones, then your breasts, then your stomach. With every new part of you exposed, you saw her swallow hard and fight to keep herself in control. As much as she was your weakness, you were hers.

“Baby you’re so beautiful,” she whispered as he took her hand away and pulled the sheet the rest of the way down to reveal your pussy with a clear dildo stuff inside. “Very beautiful,” her voice dropped as she positioned herself between your parted legs. 

“Val… Please…”

She smirked again and it made your pussy clench around the toy, “Since you asked so nicely, dear…”

Valkyrie leaned forward so that she was on all fours overtop of you, her leg positioned right at your cunt. The moment her knee made contact with the base of the dildo, you let out a loud moan and bucked your hips along her leg. You grabbed ahold of her arms on either side of you as you rutted against her. 

“That’s my girl,” she cooed as she watched you desperately fuck yourself. Her own arousal burned within her, but she saved it off. Right now, Valkyrie just wanted to watch you come undone for her.

“Please,” you begged, “Need more… Need you…”

Valkyrie cupped the side of your face and soothed you, “I’ve got you, love,” she whispered before she leaned forward and captured your lips with hers in a heated kiss. She swallowed the moan you let out as she lowered herself to cover your body with hers.

Suddenly filled with her own desperation, Valkyrie kissed her way down your body until she reached your pussy. She paused for a moment and admired the sight of how your lips wrapped around the clear toy, but a needy whine broke her out of her thoughts. She could admire you when she was done with you, and really savor the way you look after she thoroughly wrecked you. 

She leaned forward again and placed a soft kiss on your pussy before she dared her tongue out and tasted your cunt. You screamed in pleasure as he lapped at your clit a few times, but you didn’t have the chance to fully relish the feeling before she abruptly pulled back.

You let out a whimper as you felt the climax that already started to build disappear. But, Valkyrie didn’t leave you hanging for long, and without warning, she grabbed the dildo and thrusted it in and out of you at a fast and harsh pace. You dropped your head down and cried as she filled you with the toy over and over again.

Before long, you felt your orgasm start to build again and tears filled your eyes as you felt your entire body warm, “Val… I’m gonna…”

“Come on, doll,” she purred as she sped up her pace, “Cum for me… Be my good girl.”

That was all it took to send you completely over the edge. With a loud scream and your fists tightly clutching the sheet, you came hard. Your body trembled as she hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again with the toy until you felt so wonderfully overwhelmed.

When you whimpered, Valkyrie slowed her thrusts, but left the toy buried inside you, “That’s my girl,” she cooed as she hovered over you once more, “You know, I like coming home to this,” she said before she kissed you again.

You smiled against her, “Let me repay the favor?” you asked in a sultry tone.

“Later,” she smirked, “I’m not done with you yet…”

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[thesugarclubs-blog]

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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[fandomnerd9602]

AI Y/n feeling love for the first time after look at Valkyrie.

Valkyrie walks into the computer room for the first time...

Valkyrie: hey there computer thingy I'm King Valkyrie

Y/N's computer lens fogs up...

Y/N: H-Hello there. What is this strange feeling?

Valkyrie: I don't know. What does it feel like?

Y/N: i never want to leave your side.

Valkyrie: hmm I wonder if I could transfer you into my iPhone?

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[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine being the "new Thor". Both Valkyrie and Thor seem to have a thing for New Asgard's unfamiliar protector.

NOTE: exciting news! currently working on interactive fanfic! 👀 👀

Thor couldn't believe his own eyes when he saw Mjolnir fly past him. Even more: it wasn't in pieces. He naively reached out, missing his old companion of wars and adventures. Before his fingers even brushed against the Asgardian steel, however, Mjolnir dashed back in the direction in had just flown from. How could that be?

His eyes followed the blue hue of energy, trying to spot the new wielder of the divine weapon. And there you were: a silhouette he did not recognize. Thor watched you for a moment, admiring the swift and yet ever so powerful movements as if you were the child of a war God yourself. He could tell you were worthy of Mjolnir but that wasn't enough to stop him from moping and brooding. It was his hammer and he wasn't a man who lets go easily.

"Who's the new guy?" he called out to Valkyrie, trying to sound as ambivalent as he could. In some way, it pained him that Mjolnir was no longer his, although it hasn't exactly belonged to him for a few years now. What truly clenched his chest, perhaps, was the fact that Mjolnir did not choose him. Maybe he missed the hammer or maybe he simply missed the days when he was the one to wield it. Life seemed a lot lighter, happier, back then.

"Oh, you're gonna love them!" she yelled back. Although she wasn't wearing armour, her appearance remained very warrior-like. She wore her fighting spirit like a well-deserved crown.

As if summoned by Valkyrie's excitement, your fight brought you to Thor's proximity. He couldn't help but steal short glances, curious how his "descendant" is doing. To the displeasure of his ego and megalomania, you were doing an impressive job, considering you have wielded Mjolnir for less than a day.

"How did this even happen?" he asked without breaking the fight. It was quite impressive, that he could cut down those strange shadowy creatures without looking at them. If you could look behind your back, at him, you would surely be impressed.

"Bit of a long story!" you yelled out with significant difficulty. It was quite an ordeal to explain yourself to the God of Thunder while fighting unknown creatures of the dark with a divine weapon you have owned for maybe three hours. "Mind if we postpone?" you asked between exhausted pants. Did Thor, too, get so tired when he first started to fight?

Maybe because he was so experienced and had a truly god-like endurance, Thor was able to fight the creatures all the while watching your gradually more strained moves. No matter how tired and sloppy you appeared after the long battle, you were tireless in fighting the shadow monsters; even if your muscles ached and your lungs burned, you persisted. It was truly a sight to behold: a mundane human with a spirit worthy of a god. Was it the Asgardian magic that made you divine or did it simply make something intrinsic to your whole being resurface? Whatever it could be, Thor was willing to become its devout believer.

"Dibs," stated Thor when Valkyrie was close enough to hear his words but you were far enough to remain oblivious to their conversation. He could already picture you alongside him, winning the most grand of wars across the universe.

"Nu-uh. Saw them first," she answered with a grin. Valkyrie did have a point: she set her sights on you ever since you stepped among the houses of New Asgard. What do Midgardians say? "Finders keepers"?

"Fair. Let the best one win, which is me." Thor smiled and pointed at himself. Valkyrie only sighed at his antics and continued the fight against the shadow creatures. They can race to win your heart after New Asgard is safe. But that surely won't stop them from showing off while doing so.

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[stranger-nightmare]

hi you can do this for the sleepover or a normal request but could ypu do jane foster thor, or valkarye nsfw blurb or hcs?

King Valkyrie - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: thank you for the request! instead of doing a bunch of random headcanons I decided to just do this instead, I hope you like it!! <33

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

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

um Valkyrie is amazing at aftercare, this woman is a gentleman! and she’s especially good after a particularly rough session; she’ll wipe you down with a warm cloth, massage any sore muscles, get you some clean clothes and a shirt of hers to wear, all the time she’ll be whispering praising and how good you’ve been for her

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

her favourite body part of hers is her arms and her thighs, she works hard to be in good shape and she practically never passes an opportunity to wear something where she can show off her biceps in particular, especially bc she knows how much you love them as well! her favourite body part on her partner is their ass, she’s an ass gal for sure

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

Valkyrie is a giver and she fucking loves the taste of her partner’s cum, she’s always more than happy to perform oral on her partner for literal hours! also I think when she’s with a woman she’s definitely the type to get on those toys that you can essentially fill up with that like fake / artificial cum so she can still 'fill up' her partner’s pussy

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

idk if Valkyrie really has a dirty ‘secret’, like I feel like she’s pretty open and forthcoming about what she likes and what she wants, she doesn’t really have any shame in that regard

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

Valkyrie is a slut and we love her for that, she’s super experienced with a bunch of different genders and a bunch of different (humanoid) species, the girl’s done it all! and as I said, she’s definitely a giver so she knows exactly how to utilise her experience to give her partners the absolute best time of their lives

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

doggy! whether she’s fucking a man or a woman, she likes to take her partner’s doggy style for the most part! but also she’s definitely always up for experiencing with a whole myriad of new and interesting positions

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

Valkyrie is a good mix of serious and goofy, like she can go hard when she needs to but she’s also very realistic and appreciates that sometimes things go wrong or don’t work or whatever and she’s alway up for a laugh, even in the midst of sex

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

Valkyrie doesn’t really care about things like body hair, sometimes she’ll be shaved completely smooth, sometimes she’ll have her pic her just trimmed a bit tidier, or other times she’ll have it all grown out, she’s not fussed, it just depends on how she feels and whether she can be bothered!

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

so Valkyrie is used to not being intimate, in the sense she usually distances herself from all of her hookups for the express purpose of not letting herself get hurt, so when she finds a long-term partner it takes a lot of time and encouragement for her to become more intimate and open but she gets there and she actually ens up being very sweet, tender, and loving to her partner

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ironically enough I don’t think Valkyrie gets herself off too often tbh, she’s almost always able to find someone to hook up with whenever she’s in the mood, so it’s not often that she’s left with the only option being to get herself off, and when she does it’s usually with one of her many many many toys that she has stored, just her hand is not usually good enough for her anymore

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

pegging, breeding, marking / biting, shibari, bdsm, putting her partner on a leash, degradation and mocking, likes to be called daddy, spanking, voyeurism, manhandling, threesomes / orgies, edging snd overstimulation

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

she likes fucking in her room the most, where she has access to all the toys and equipment she could ever possibly want or need! but she also loves fucking in her office, she loves the potential thrill of being caught at any moment

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

honestly anything, it doesn’t take a lot to get her turned on, she sees you wearing a sexy outfit? she’s right on you! sees you practicing for battle? she’ll take you right there in the training room! she definitely also likes fuck after she come back from a fight when her adrenaline is really pumping

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

honestly there’s not much that Valkyrie wouldn’t do, or wouldn’t try at least once! however I feel like she’s not into degradation when it comes to herself? she’s too proud and cocky to let anyone talk down to or mock her, even if it is just in the bedroom

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

I said it before but ima say it again, she’s a giver! like don’t get me wrong she definitely loves to receive oral herself too but she’s definitely a pleasure dom for the most part and so is usually focused on making her parter feel good

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

she’s mostly fast and rough tbh, that’s just like her default setting! but she can be slow and sensual when she wants to be / is in the mood, but it’s kind of a rare occurrence

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

oh yes she’s definitely always up for a quckie, this woman has insatiable sexual appetite and will often have a quickie sometimes multiple times a day

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

yes absolutely! she’ll experiment with new positions, new toys, new binds, etc. she’s always looking to up and broaden her sex game and perfect her pleasuring techniques! she’s also super risky, like having quickies in semi-public places, she’s not even fussed if you guys get caught tbh

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

this woman has got stamina for dayssssss, like she could quite literally keep fucking and pleasuring her partner for hours and hours at a time! she usually only stops bc her partner has had enough, it’s incredibly rare that Valkyrie will find someone who actually wears her out

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

she owns many, many different toys! she has a whole dedicated collection of them, and she goes through phases of which ones are favourites! she usually likes to use the on her partner the most but she occasionally use them on herself too

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

oh when’s she in the mood she can tease you for literal hours on end, either teasing you but making sure you get turned on all throughout the day but refusing to fuck you until late in the evening when you’re practically a whimpering mess! or she’ll edge you for hours, brining you right to precipice of climax over and over again but not letting you cum until she’s completely satisfied with your begging

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

yeah she’s super loud during sex! even when you’re having one of those secret quickies in her office and you’re trying to be subtle she’s still making hella noise bc she honestly doesn’t care if you get caught, she’s the king, she can do what she what wants

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

she’s really into threesomes / orgys, it’s a pretty frequent thing for her, even when she’s in a committed relationship with someone she still likes to keep things fresh and interesting in the bedroom by inviting other people to join in every now and again

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

Valkyrie's got a super good build! Her arms, thighs, and stomach are like rock solid with muscle, but she also the safest smoothest skin at the same time!

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

she has a super high sex drive, like she’ll get off (either with herself or with a partner) almost every day, if not sometimes multiple times a day

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Valkyrie can do both; sometimes she’s straight away asleep after sex, other times she’ll still be awake for hours, it honestly just depends

Masterlist

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Valkyrie: I don’t care if you die.

Loki: That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.

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[romanoffsbish]

Treacherous

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

A Torn up Masterpiece

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

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

18 + | Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This path is reckless...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your name has echoed through my mind

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

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

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This daydream is dangerous;

This hope is treacherous.

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

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

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

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

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

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This slope is treacherous

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[chiefdirector]

Daybreak | Valkyrie | MCU

If Valkyrie could change anything in the universe, it would be the day her sisters were struck down and taken to Valhalla. She would take them home victorious and without loss, like it had ought to be. But it wasn’t, and her sisters were still dead, and her wife was still dead.

Her wife was a ferocious and valiant woman. She fought in battles of the body and mind alike, making her one of Asgard’s most valuable warriors. (Y/N) had been decorated in awards and presented with gifts from Odin herself for her service across the Nine Realms. She rose through the ranks of the Valkyrie and then beyond quickly and found her place besides the likes of Lady Sif and Prince Thor.

(Y/N) was much more than the warrior the Asgardian population knew her as. She was kind, patient and loyal. Valkyrie didn’t love her for her talents in battle; she loved her for the woman she allowed herself to be behind closed doors. Valkyrie loved (Y/N) for the person she was when they were alone.

She still heard (Y/N)’s final words ringing out to her wherever she went. “Be still, my love. Daybreak is coming.” Valkyrie had never made sense of them: yes, daybreak did come, but her pain did not leave upon its arrival. And with every sunrise and nightfall, the pain grew and grew. Valkyrie longed for the numbness she initially felt in her first few days alone as the nothingness was a whole lot kinder than the searing pain of grief.

Maybe it was a punishment for the sins of her ancestors. She had come from a long line of warriors, some of the blood shed may have been innocent. Maybe (Y/N)’s downfall was Valkyrie’s price to pay. Or maybe it was a mercy from the Gods higher than Odin himself. Maybe (Y/N)’s reward for her life of service and devotion was to be taken to the halls of Valhalla where she would no longer feel the toils and turmoil of which she had been cursed with during her life.

But even that was a thought too heavy to bare because surely that Valkyrie’s love for her amended her wounds. If death was (Y/N)’s saving grace, what did that mean of the sacred bond of marriage that they shared? If (Y/N)’s crossing was a reward, did that mean that Valkyrie was a part of the punishment of life? Did their love for each other mean nothing at all?

These questions bothered her often. A constant cycle of self-loathing accompanied by the everlasting pain of never being enough. She wasn’t strong enough to save her sisters in battle, she wasn’t loyal enough to return to Asgard after her failure; and she wasn’t brave enough to wish for her wife to return to her.

Valkyrie wasn’t enough before, but she would be enough this time. She wouldn’t let anyone else suffer the same pain as she had. She was enough now because she hadn’t been before.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Discipline

Pairing: Brunnhilde + Jane Foster x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 920 words

Outline: What happens when Jane and Brunnhilde return to their chambers only to find you with your fingers buried deep inside you?

Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, power play, face sitting, finger fucking, overstimulation, pet names, objectification, scissoring, not beta read, if I missed anything lmk, my brain is a little mush lately!

Author’s Note: I felt like some smut for these wonderful ladies in honor of thor's release today, lemme know what you think and if you'd like more!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics //​ banners by @maysdigitalarts​

Main Masterlist ・❥・Valkyrie Masterlist ・❥・Jane Foster Masterlist

NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"Do you think she can handle it?" The black-haired woman asks the other one, worry evident in her voice.

"She's so eager to please she will make sure she will." The blonde hair winks at her and presses your legs down towards the mattress. In response, you huff and squirm trying to move your legs away but Brunnhilde only slaps them apart.

"Don’t disrespect your king.” She warns you and scoffs. 

“Be a good girl for us, come on. You are the one who wanted this anyway," Jane reminds you, her fingers brushing against your thighs softly. All you can do is whine again spreading your legs apart of your own volition, and sitting prettily waiting for whatever was next. 

"Please…" you mewl squirming your legs trying to close them but Jane held them tightly. Her big muscles shone brightly against the night light. 

"Is too much. " You shout and your whole body shakes to the rhythm of your fifth orgasm. Was an hour ago when they had pinned you down for disobeying them. But it wasn't your fault they were away so much on business and whatnots. What were you supposed to do when your pussy ached so? You needed some release and they walked inside the chambers battle clad in just the right moment to torture you and thus the punishment began. 

Jane and Brunnhilde were co-ruling Asgard together and they had been together for some time. Yet one fateful night, one night that truly felt like any else, you didn't expect them to show interest in you, just another humble maid. One beckoning stare from Jane and another from Brunnhilde and there you were their new shiny toy. That was six months ago now you were on their bed, naked as the day of light and crying from too much pleasure. 

"If you wanted to cum so bad what else is there for us to do than to make sure you won't stop cumming, huh?" 

“We only want to please you, sweet one, what else can we do? Look at how eager your poor pussy is. I don’t think she is even close to enough yet.” 

“Think after this we bound to teach her some manners or bet yet tie up her legs and never let her cum again without us. What do you think, baby?”

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.” Jane beams at her wife and looks at you with a darkened stare. You moan again, your clit now oversensitive as you watched Brunnhilde proceeding to remove her armor. Without further ado, she lands her pussy on yours and begins wildly riding you. 

"You're nothing but my sex pet, pretty one, did you really think you're even allowed to make your own decisions? No, you thought wrong. Time for you to do whatever I tell you to do." 

Jane lets go of your legs and as if they have an unspoken agreement she removes her clothes as well and proceeds to sit on your face, her body facing Brunnhilde's. The sound of them loudly making out moaning at your touches while you were struggling to lick Jane made you even hornier. Tonight you'd truly learn just how much you could take. A glance at the golden mirror next to the bed held the most perfect picture for you. You are perfectly planted by your two lovers holding on to one another. Breasts brushed over each other as they used and worked your body to their pleasure. You were nothing but their pet and you were very glad to be so. 

"Harder!" Jane yells at Valkyrie and all she does is drill your body to the mattress riding you with incredible ferocity. Is clear who was calling the shots but this was only evident inside the confidence of these royal champers. Outside, they were both vicious strick co-rulers. Brunnhilde extends an arm to Jane's pussy rubbing her feverishly, a favor Brunnhilde returns immediately. While the blonde woman was riding your face the way she needed you to not giving you a lot of space to breathe. They loved using you, working your body as if it was nothing but a toy and nothing more than a golden coveted object. It was everything you ever wanted and more. You spend your days and nights close to their chambers or on the rare ocassion bound to their tents when they went on a trip. 

They had a pact that they would always cum together which you found endearing. You found out about this deal early on, and it surprisingly warmed your heart. Jane is the one to cum first as per usual which only makes Brunnhilde break out into a thunderous moan screaming and crying out her name. They loved repeating each other names like that, moaning and screaming as if to establish dominance over one another. 

Satisfied in their pleasure they both use your body for as long as they need to. 

“Time for a snack.” The black-haired woman says happily and points to you which makes the blonde woman nod positively in response. 

They crush their lips against each other, hungrily kissing until they both kneel in front of your pussy and together start assaulting you with their tongues making you cum once again. You should have known you would have been the snack yet sometimes your brain got really hazy cause of them. 

If all punishments ended up like this maybe you'd be naughty more often.

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[vlkyriesgf]

i have a request for valkyrie :) ☾

“i think i’m in love with you” and “hugging without a reason” prompts from prompt list 3 and prompts 13, 14, and SOOTHE from prompt list one? cuddling would also be awesome and also if you don’t want to do anything specific all i really want is fluff and mutual pining/confessing feelings. tysm have an awesome day/night :)

a love there is no cure for // valkyrie x fem!reader

a/n: “i think i love you” was played about 5 times while i was writing bc the vibe of this fic was legit that. also ty for requesting this anon! it nice to branch out on my writing w these prompts :)

summary: under all the stress of the current Thor situation, Valkyrie finally comes to terms with her feelings towards you

warnings: some angst but comfort at the end, sickly sweet queer pining, past relationship, hela lmao💀

word count: 1.1k

The two of you decided to go back to Valkyries apartment after the meeting with the grandmaster. You both needed to talk about what you want to do with the current situations. Do you help Thor or the Grandmaster?

While you wanted to help Thor, Valkyries decision wasn’t very clear, you noticed that she’s been quieter than usual after the encounter with Loki. It ended up being a rather quiet walk, along with some small talk here and there.

You’re not sure what he showed her, something from her past maybe? It has to be. After knowing her for two years, nothing gets her this quiet. She even told you some time ago that she’s somewhat mournful of her history, though she was a drunken mess. You were surprised that she confided in you, that she was emotionally open and vulnerable with you at that moment.

As soon as the door opened, you beelined to the spare room she gave you. “Let me get some things, I won’t take long” you told her, leaving Valkyrie in the main room.

Val makes her way towards the big window, staring out to the city of Sakaar. Going through your things, you put whatever weapons or tools in a satchel of yours that you felt were essential to your plan. Well, at least the basics, you had no plan yet.

During that time, Val reflects on what Loki unfortunately showed her. The battle between Hela and the Valkyrie. The massacre of her fellow warriors. Specifically, the murder of the one she truly loved and cared for. She can’t help but replay that awful memory in her head. She also can’t sort out if the feelings she had for her are similar to the ones she has towards you.

You finally exit your room, making the prized scrapper snap out of her contemplative state. You put your satchel on the table and start to look for some tools that you swiped and stashed, thinking it might be helpful to whatever you were going to do.

Finally organizing your bag on the counter, Valkyrie brings out her dragonfang sword to place it on the counter as well, still kind of in her mind. Something finally clicked in that buzzing brain of hers, making her stop in her tracks and lifting up her head to see the back of you.

After double checking if you have everything, you’re just about to close tour satchel when you freeze up to the feeling of arms around you waist and a head resting on your back. Calming down, you remember it’s only you and Val in this apartment.

“Valkyrie?” you say in a quiet tone. “Yes?” she replies the same way, staring off at the floor. You both stand there trying to process what the other was doing.

“Why are you hugging me?” you asked.

“I’m not sure..” she says, her voice giving no hints on what she’s feeling.

You both aren’t sure what’s happening at the moment, your heads and hearts racing. You’ve wanted this but why now? Can you be excited about it? Would her feelings fade after a while?

Valkyrie isn’t too sure, she knows now that she’s completely enamored with you but would it be worth it? Can she be that vulnerable with you without getting drunk? What is she so afraid of? What if she loses you? She definitely doesn’t want to go through that again.

“..Do you want me to let go?” “Not yet.” You result on just asking her, the answers she’s giving you aren’t enough for you to know what’s going on with her.

“Val are you ok-” “I think I’m in love with you” she says almost breathlessly.

Silence fills the room, good or bad you haven’t the slightest idea but she definitely got you off guard. Processing the words that just came out of Valkyrie’s mouth, you try to sort out your own feelings though it painfully mutual.

“Say something, y/n.” she pleads, giving you a small squeeze as an idea fills her head.

You feel her head rise, her breath feeling close on the back on your neck. She gives a slow kiss behind your ear, letting her lips linger for a few seconds before giving a small peck. This surprised you, making a shiver go up your spine and goosebumps appearing on your arms and shoulders.

“You’re not messing with me right? Like this isn’t some sick way of you trying to get at something?” you ask as you turn your head to the side, seeing her look at you from your periphery.

“Why’d you think that?” she asks, wondering why you’re being so cautious about this. You shrug in response, looking down and seeing how she’s clinging onto you.

Always catching yourself staring at her arms, you took the time to appreciate them this close. She has small tears in the armor’s fabric speckled around from those shes rumbled with.

You then start to play with one of them, twirling it between your thumb and index finger as your wonder how she got that specific one.

“I know I pestered you a lot but that was just banter” she chuckled out.

“Wasn’t just banter, most were tricks too” you answer back with a matter of fact tone.

“They weren’t harmful though were they?” she says teasingly, squeezing you once more.

“Guess they weren’t.” A sigh leaves your mouth as you find you’re still fidgeting with the torn fabric.

“Look how about this,” she says while turning you around to face her.

Valkyrie looks down at you endearingly, her hand lifting and tilting your head to the side. She lowers her head towards you neck, pulling you in as close as she could by your waist.

Kissing where your throat meets the underside of your chin, you closed your eyes as Valkyrie nips lightly at the piece of skin. The feeling had you in a daze, moving your hand up to gently grab her upper arm.

“I’ll give you a proper kiss if you make it back alive, that gives you time to think about it too” she says as she lifts up her head to meet your face.

“Wait, “if”?” you ask, looking up at her. Though she expected it, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of your flushed face.

“Okay okay, when you survive. C’mon don’t forget your bag” she tells you as she places the strap on your shoulder.

Still in a haze, you’ve forgotten about what was happening regarding the situation. You feel her grab your hand and drag you towards the door. “Wait where are we going again?”

“We’re gonna help the Asgardian prince, assuming he hasn’t left yet.” You look at her in awe as she finally stated her position on the matter.

Your feelings have always been there for her, hoping that something as cheesy as her kissing you after an out of the blue brawl. So in the end, there would be nothing to “think about”.

You do want to be with her, you just didn’t think she’d be the first one to make a move, a bold one at that. Maybe when you do survive the imminent battle with Hela, you can show her how to properly ask someone out.

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