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angelltheninth · 5 months

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If All of the Kings Had Their Queens on the Throne

Pairing: King Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hooking up, flirting, first meeting, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on, strap-on blowjobs, dirty talk, praise, calling Valkyrie Sir, marriage proposal (as a joke... or is it)

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Been on my mind since I saw that scene with her in a suit.

You were always weak for a woman in a suit. It saw sexy, powerful, majestic, breathtaking. But Valkyrie in a suit? Was she actually a goddess? Did she gain that status and you somehow didn't hear about it? If someone told you so you would be inclined to believe it just from how she carried herself when she walked.

But the way she looked at you, the way she smiled at you, scanned over your body, undressed you with her eyes, just the smallest press of her hand on your lower back or upper thigh made your pussy throb. Nevermind the sweet nothings she whispered into your ear while playing with the zipper of your dress.

"Have you ever slept in a King's bed?" She breathed against the shell of your ear, making your hips buck against the leg she had slipped between your legs moments before.

"No." You wondered how your voice sounded to her right now. It was a bit higher pitched then normal. Your focus was on maintaining your grip on her shoulders rather than controlling your voice.

"Would you like to?" Her soft lips brushing against your ear made you shiver more.

"I don't think you need to ask but I appreciate that you did." Somewhere between kissing her and needing to breathe you ended up pressed against the wall of what you assumed was her bedroom. You probably parted a few times before that but it was such a blur in her horny brain that it might as well not have happened. "Is it smart to leave your party early? I'd hate for rumors to start up."

Valkyrie rolled her eyes as her hands sneaked under your dress, your legs spreading automatically. "I'm not someone who worries about rumors. I'm a King, there's gonna be gossip about me no matter what, they might as well involve beautiful women."

Taking you by the hand she lead you into her bedroom. There was... a lot of weapons in there. Fit for her, she might be a King but she was also one of the strongest fighters in the realm. But you didn't have time to ask about all the weapons or the stories behind them as you found yourself pressed against the door once again and Valkyrie mouthing and biting at your neck.

You would have enjoyed her kisses more but she took them lower, lowering to her knees with a smile on her lips, "A King on her knees for you. Aren't you a lucky one?" She asked as she placed a kiss against your thigh. Since your legs were already parted for her all she needed was to lift your dress up a little, "Be a darling and hold this for me." You couldn't refuse her offer when she looked at you like that, her soft eyes so full of desire. "What a good girl."

Your hands shook a little as they held onto the dress. You had trouble looking down at her as she wasted no time pulling your underwear down and licked a path up your pussy, tapping at your clit. Her tongue prodded and poked, exploring every inch of you, pushing in between your folds to taste as much of you as she could. Unable to keep your hands to yourself you bit the fabric of your dress to hold it up and pushed Valkyrie's head closer.

The teasing was nice but you weren't exactly in the mood for it when you had such a breathtaking woman between your legs. You spread your legs a little more hoping to entice her somehow now that your mouth was occupied.

She'd never dream of denying a lady pleasure that she could provide, "You want more baby?" She pushed her middle finger up past your entrance, just the first knuckle, "Want this?" You nodded and lifted one leg to her shoulder, giving her better access to your pussy, "So needy. Maybe something a little bigger? I have more than just weapons in here." Her lips wrapped around your clit and sucked as she moved her finger in and out, letting you flutter around her each time. "I have a lot of toys. What you feel like? Since you're so tight maybe a nice strap would loosen you up."

"God, yes please." You mumbled as best as you could with your teeth still clenched around the dress. Valkyrie hummed against your clit as she loosened up her tie. Would she use it on you? "Please sir."

"Sir? I see you're a kinky one. Not that I mind, I'm much of the same." Her finger curled inside of you, the unexpected pressure causing your whole body to shake. "I've got you, let go for me." You couldn't believe you were actually coming on her face, her fingers and that she, the King, was lapping it all up. She hooked one hand around the leg you had over her shoulder, keeping you balanced against the door until you caught your breath. "Can you make it to the bed?"

"I... think so sir." You lost the dress and heels in the process, and almost lost your footing as well. Good thing you were sitting on the soft bed when you turned around and looked at Valkyrie and got an eyeful of her breasts, abs and biceps all at once. "Fu-" You lost your voice when you saw her hand spreading lube across the length of a dark blue strap on poking from her pants. "Hold on, you had that on the whole night?"

Valkyrie shrugged, "Just the harness. Something told me I was gonna get lucky tonight. I'm so glad I was right."

Tingles spread all over your body, making your nipples hard and your pussy ache again. "I'm glad too." You started to turn around, ready to be pounded from behind but she grabbed your hips and guided you to lay against the pillows. The lubed up strap felt a little cold on your pussy but it was a nice sensation.

"I want to see your pretty face." She praised as she pressed the tip against your hole, "And I want to see how well you take my cock. From this angle I can see it all." Her rough hands pressed against your thighs to keep them open for her eyes to roam from your face to your cunt uninterrupted.

You wanted to wrap her legs around her so badly, but you settled for pulling her down a little instead. She was all to happy to comply and kiss you as she started moving to sink the strap-on inside you. They were slow, easy, dragging thrusts until you felt her bottom out.

"Ready?" You nodded and whimpered loudly at the roll of her hips, out and then in, each time faster, harder, filling, fucking, pounding, ramming into your sopping wet pussyhole. The only thing you can hear other then the wet noises your pussy makes is the equally quick smacking of skin and Valkyrie's occasional chuckle. Her hands pulled you down towards her, encouraging you to meet each one of her thrusts and you did so without hesitation. "Knew from the moment I saw you that you were perfect for me."

She had her eye on you for a while then. Learning that made both your heart and your pussy flutter. "I'm honored."

"No. I am." From your breathing she can tell you're close again, so she eases up a little, smirking when you can't help yourself and start chasing her cock, "That's a good girl, fuck yourself on my cock. Yes, that's it. So fucking good."

Unable to form any words that would make sense you just let out a series of moans and, "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck..." You felt your breath hitch and came from her next thrust, body pulled taunt like a spring.

"Oh Gods. Marry me pretty girl." Valkyrie mumbled as she kept fucking the strap-on into you faster, chasing her own orgasm. She finally let go of your thighs in order to lean over and hug you close, chest pressed together and her breathy moans in her ear going from fast, then hitched, and then relaxed as her pleasure peaked and then ebbed away in your arms. "Fuck me."

"You just did that to me sir." You joked against her neck and smelled the scent of sex and her perfume, a bit like leather and wood. "But I'm not ready to marry you just yet. I'm not that easy of a woman."

"Ah... I didn't assume... that was a joke of course." It was funny to see her backpaddling so hard on it. Then again considering her position of power maybe she was under the impression that you'd do it out of some sense of obligation and obedience. "We only met a few hours ago, it would be weird to... but we could go on a date. There's a lovely little tavern here in New Asgard, my personal favorite, they have the best drinks."

Before you could reply she pulled back, taking the toy with her. "I'm okay. Yes, I would like to go on a date with the King. And have a repeat of this if possible?" You whispered that last bit but seeing as she was just a bit away, wiping the strap-on clean she heard you.

"We will definitely be doing this again." Thank fucking Gods for that because you were far from getting enough of the handsome warrior. In fact you might just be in love with her after all.

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flusteredtuna · 3 months

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Valkyrie x !female reader

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

Words: 2k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We should do Yoga more often”

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

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

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

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