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unabashednightmarepizza · 2 years

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𝐻𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 | Morpheus( Dream) x Goddess!Reader

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"Medusa... You should stop..."

"Shut the hell up, woman, and let me find a way!"

Sighing at the way she was banging on the outer part of your prison, you shook your head at her stubborness but couldn't help the flutter of your heart at how she was casting spells to set you free, or at least make it weak enough for you to get away, but Desire and that nightmare made sure nothing and no one would set you free.

She huffed in annoyance at what they had done to you, but she pitied you too... The last she remembers you, you were so strong that even Zeus and other gods had bowed in front of you, begged you to not kill them. You were merciless, strong, powerful enough to shake the whole universe yet...

You were treated like an animal... like a whore.

And she remembers your joyous, not so much for her, wedding. She could still remember the happy glint in your eyes and how content you were... What hurt her the most was the fact that the being that was blessed to have you seemed like he didn't even care about you, always looking somewhere else and maybe, you saw yet didn't comment on it or was just pretending to be happy but, the sad smile you wore haunted her more than she wanted to admit.

All in all, the one that she despised so much for having you, the one being that left a bitter taste on everyone's mouth wasn't even here to save his own wife.

"And where the hell is that husband of yours? Surely, he must know-" Medusa was cut off from pouring her venomous words when you spoke your next words lifelessly, shocking her and making her heart shatter at how severe this situation was.

"I don't know, fucking around somewhere else or something... probably..." you muttered weakly, not having enough power to talk or argue with your... ex-wife who was trying to save you, who wore a surprised look at how you seemed small behind that invisible wall, someone who used to always tease her and be playful all the time even in serious times.

She stopped what she was doing and just lowered her hands slowly, understanding the meaning and the pain behind your words. She looked you up and down, and bent down to see your eyes. The eyes that held many stars when she first met you at the beach of her home, the eyes that had an excitement not expected from a princess like you.

They were such beautiful days, she thought bitterly. You always achieved to make me feel strong, make me feel beautiful in your eyes. What did he do to destroy all that life you had? All the things you were, Y/N?

"Y/N... Please, look up... I need to see that you're still-"

"People think I'm not aware of my surroundings since I'm captured but the thing is, I've never been conscious of something that much... He is free, and didn't even come to look for me... You were right, Medusa... Happiness is something I don't deserve..."

Feeling the bitterness of her words, the ones she had yelled at you after what happened to her and broke your marriage, Medusa felt her eyes swell with tears and she slithered to where you were hanging and even if her hands wouldn't be able to touch yours, she layed her green and slightly clawed hand flat on the prison that held you. Calling out to you sternly, you were shocked to see that she was smiling with tears inside the eyes you complimented many times.

" What I said that day... Everything I blamed you for, wasn't your fault. It was only that asshole's for deceiving both you and me and I'm so sorry for realizing this after so long we... we..." she gulped hard and laughed humorlessly while wiping her tears.

"I will not give up on you, you hear me? Even if it takes ages, I will free you and we'll talk later... Your soul called out to me and I'll personally face off that supposedly husband of yours and... We will fix everything up, and mourn for our loss..."

The determined look on her face and how her lips pulled up to reveal her reassuring smile, you felt something stir in your chest. To see someone you thought that hated you, someone who you guessed moved on... here, trying everything to free you, to be with you when even the closest ones didn't come...

I should have never left that day... I was a coward and let something as beautiful as her slip away...

Badump...

"So, Queen of 9 Realms, the Goddess of Life and Creation... You better pull your shit up and get ready because when you get out, you will show everyone who you really are!" And the final grin she sent your way and the soft hissing of her snakes set a new flame inside you to fight even more, and to face the ones who betrayed you.

Your brother Hod, your friend Heimdall and... Your husband who didn't come to you even when you asked him to...

You would show him and everyone to why every being would never dare to hurt the Heart of Asgard and face with your wrath.

"How did you find me?"

Hod turned to look at where Johanna was speaking, only to see the same cloaked form in front of him after the human was able to get away from the Dream Lord. He wouldn't say it, but he was impressed at how quick she was on her feet.

"You were dreaming... And the pull I had with my wife lead me here..."

"Yes... The god who was possesing her body. Really, though, don't you feel weird by having a body but also not?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Hod leaned his back over the wall behind him while Morpheus was watching him with careful eyes and a distain only reserved for those who wronged him. "He has no regards to those close to him... He doesn't care about the consequences-"

"I don't remember if she asked you, Dream... And don't talk like you know everything about us." said Hod with a warning hiss while he was looking away from the window in Johanna's room. He felt, caged, like a bird trying and failing each time it wanted freedom. He realized that, with Johanna being rude and watching other humans do any kind of bad deeds, he was right on hating them.

Besides, Johanna was no different than them. She said she cared about those around her, that she wasn't like the others he had seen when she got away from Morpheus and entered her flat.

But he knew what she had done to Rachel, and even if it was to protect her... Little did she know, it all meant nothing.

But hoping that he was wrong for one, at that time, just a few hours ago, he only asked one simple question only for it to be not answered.

"Then why don't you free me?"

Though he understood that he was the one threatening her with killing her and other humans, but the spell didn't contain shackles and he would be just fine inside a circle, just... He just didn't want to remember the painful memories of his childhood.

The ones that included his father beating him and his sister always sticking up for him.

"Anyways, he came for the pouch so... You better give it, Johanna. He has a bad record of people who ended up in a certain place because they didn't do what he asked them."

Glancing between you two, Johanna just sighed and got up to look for it, after Morpheus promising her that the nightmare wouldn't be a problem, leaving both men with each other.

"What have you done to my wife? If there is someone who would know, it's you..."

Morpheus came closer to Hod, your body. Everything was the same with you, same eyes, same look, same nose, same slight freckles-a result of your powers-... It was just the soul that wasn't the same.

Hod gave a slight huff at his question, muttering inside his mind a as if I'd tell you, and just grinned wolfishly at him. "I don't know~"

"Don't you dare lie to me... You and I both know that you are in no shape to stand against me..."

"And? You are forgetting that you also are in no shape to hurt her body, it would bring pain on both of you... After all, when a soulmate is hurt, so is the other~"

Morpheus felt his blood boil at how careless he was, not even worrying about you when he always talked about you as if you were important to him. And by how his eyes were shining with mischief, he just knew that he had a finger on your disappearance.

Before he could have walked up to him, Johanna sticked her head out from the corner, telling them to chill and make Hod follow her to help with looking for the sand when the word "soulmate" peeked her interest.

"Wait, so soulmates are real?"

"Of course they are, though I don't which one is which humans... But the fact that an Endless even has one is a miracle." He scoffed at the look of bewildrement on her but she chose to continue the talk.

"Why though? I mean he is a being too, right? Isn't it normal?"

"It might have, if she wasn't a mortal..."

"What's that supposed to mean? She is a goddess therefore she is... immortal?"

Johanna exclaimed nervously, not understanding what it meant to both the Endless and the god before her.

On the other hand, Morpheus felt his blood run cold at what Hod said with a sad glint in his,your, eyes. He always knew that you were a mortal who just had a longer life than normal humans, and he always chose to believe that it was a blessing. A blessing to love you, meeting you and having kids with you, with all that happened on the way...

But maybe it wasn't as much of a blessing it was to you.

It was no secret that he had previous lovers before you, and he even had an ex-wife. It was all before you were born and reached maturity and as soon as he felt the bond between you two, when you were born, he already committed himself to you fully.

And he remembered the day vividly.

You were sleeping in your crib, letting out soft coos and giggles which brought a soft smile to his cold face and his icy eyes melted at the soft baby that was craddled with the softest silks. He never said it- Lucienne saw him once making grabby hands back at a baby in his realm who was doing the same to him, though he made her keep her mouth shut- but the sight of you, squirming and giggling in your dream made a pleasant feeling spread in his chest, feeling happy that you were happy. He knelt down beside your crib, caressing the soft yet short locks of your hair and the chubby cheeks that seemed so cute, he watched you grab his hand in your sleep which made him coo at your form as well.

Drifting his eyes away from you, he looked at all the lavishing things you had in your room, yet none was enough for you and the precious soul you had. He knew that you were his soulmate, something he thought he would never have, but now that the higher beings granted him, an Endless, with a soulmate to be one with, to rule and love, a great gift that had never been given to any Endless before, he knew he had to give you something that would show every being that you were protected by him all times so, with little to no hesitate, he took out the little ruby necklace he prepared by his hands, the one he crafted with all he had to offer.

Kissing your little forehead and getting up to attend his duties, he shushed your form that was now laying awake and looking into his stormy eyes with a curious tilt of your head. Chuckling at you and becoming one with the darkness, he uttered his final words to you before going back to his kingdom.

"Sleep well, Y/N... As long as I'm here, no harm shall ever come to you..."

"Wait, so... You two are not immortals?"

"Yep."

"And you can die?"

"Yes, happened a few times~"

Morpheus became aware of his surroundings again, after yet another memory resurfacing, and looked back at the stunned woman who was still digging around to find his pouch. But none of the things they were talking about mattered.

He needed to know... He needed to hear that what happened to his previous lovers didn't happen to you too.

"Hod... What did you mean by your sentence? About her... not being immortal..."

Deadpanning at him and how uncomfortable he looked, Hod just gave a flustered sigh and cocked his hip out in a judging way. "What did you think when you married my sister? That she would magically be immortal?"

"She was given the choice, if she wanted... She could and still be immortal..."

"Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to end whatever family drama you're having but... Why is it so important that she's not an immortal?"

Hod chuckled humorlessly at her question, tears slightly gathering at the corner of his eyes while he shook his head in disbeilef... Not because of Johanna, but how inconsiderate and stupid Morpheus was being by not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"Morpheus... Do you know why I did what I did? You know what I'm talking about, don't make me repeat them..."

Gulping down at the voice inside his mind, Morpheus didn't understand why he was being secretive by not talking out loud in front of the human female but decided to listen to him, knowing what he was talking about. All the hurt and hatred he brought onto humans with his arrival on the earth...

"I'll not explain everything to you, at least not right now, but please... I'm begging you to let me go... You don't know what you're ruining by letting her keep me. My sister is dying, and if you trully care about her... do it for her"

Morpheus felt his heart stop at the word "dying", and the desperation in Hod's voice, how a god like him begged to be let go... He, for the first time, didn't know what to do. He was a King and an Endless with many subjects wanting something from him, some he complied and some he refused. But never had he had to decide between what the dangers the universe might face with if he let go of Hod and what he might loose, his precious wife...

He knew Johanna wouldn't let go of him so easily, though the woman had a golden heart that was hidden by harsh attitude. But maybe, just maybe...

Hod, on the other hand, took his silence as yet another selfish act and scowled in anger. If that's what you want, if you wish to hurt my sister further more... Then, I shall destroy you with the painful truth...

"The reason why her being a mortal is important is, dear Johanna, because the Endless is not supposed to be with mortals. Dare they do it, the universe would destroy what that mortal holds dear, as if it was only their fault."

Feeling perplexed at how thight Hod was clenching his jaw, and how Morpheus balled his fist in a deadly aura, Johanna knew that she shouldn't be asking about anything more, even though she was curious to know more about you and your marriage.

Luckily for her, Hod didn't let her ask.

" Remember the other goddesses and humans you've been with... All of them had someone to care, Nada had her people, Calliope had her son and so on. And what's the outcome? Death, tragedy and a literal sun burning innocent people... She didn't have anyone she cared when you married her, she already had lost her people and her whole family. She didn't have anyone except herself to care for... And therefore, prepared her own end. But, she found a new one with you, thought you could be a family to her..."

"But he didn't do any of it and it resulted with her... disappeance..."

Hod gave a surpised look at Johanna who caught on what he was saying faster than anyone, not the one in the other hand of his anger.

He nodded his head at her solemnly and Johanna, even though she never met you, she heard about you and how kind of a princess you were from her grandmother. How you helped humanity in many way. She, for some reasons, felt the pain you must be in but it wasn't that she and you shared the same pain. It was more like her and Morpheus were on the same page, being the ones who inflicted that pain on their lovers.

But looking at him now, how he avoided the two pairs of eyes on him and clutched his hand between the other one, the way his brows and lips wobbled and the way he bit on them showed to her that he felt immense guilt at everything he did and did not do for you.

But of course, it didn't mean everything was good just because he was grovelling.

Knowing that it wasn't her place to comment on this, she opened her mouth to tell them that she knew where the pouch was, but Hod stepped closer to Morpheus who was standing aimlessly and Johanna didn't try to stop him for he had to let everything out to him.

"You killed her piece by piece every day, with every missed meal and every time you acted like she wasn't there. You made her believe that she was nothing but a simple object to stand next to you when you, as a man, as a husband were supposed to take care of her, love her for eternity... I may have a finger on her capture but all I did was to save her from your clutches, so that she wouldn't be one of your victims... but guess what? I was already too late..."

"And I promise you, Dream... If something happens to her, if she dies because of you... If I can't save her, I'll come for you next."

"I never would have thought you'd be such an asshole."

"Well, you know what they say: it takes a bitch to know a bitch..." Hod scowled at the astonished look she was giving him after he told everything to Morpheus, how you overused your powers to keep the Dreaming, Asgard and your children alive which resulted in you, dying at a fast rate.

"I may seem like the bad guy here, but the only way to save her was capturing her and putting her to Y/N's Sleep... But now, I don't know where she is and you'll help me in exchange of me not killing you."

Trying to close that topic for good, he nudged the woman beside him which earned a curious tilt from her. "What about you? It's obvious that the emo cat here has a bad history with love... So don't you have a special someone? Is that the someone who you gave the pouch?"

"I didn't give... I left it, alongside her..."

Raising a brow at how she looked ahead, trying to hide the pain her heart was in, Hod knew that whatever was her story was a complicated one but the story she gave, the one that included her staying for a few months and leaving si ce Rachel thought that they were something...

He didn't buy it.

"For one, It doesn't look like it didn't mean anything to you..."

"How would you know, oh so powerful Hod?"

" First, watch your tongue. Two, if it didn't mean anything, your heart wouldn't be in pain... I can feel it throb inside as if it has several glass shards, constantly cutting and bleeding everywhere... Why did you do it, knowing it will hurt?"

"Because it never ends well, does it?"

"Love shits? No, darling. They surely wouldn't and it seems three of us are losers at love..." chuckling humorlessly, Johanna saw the look of experience and the sad pull of the lips and made a note to herself to ask about it mlre since he seemed more... docile. Deciding to change the topic, since everyone became awkward, she turned to the god next to him.

"So where were you when all of these happened? Before she was as good as dead and everything went downhill I mean?"

"Where was I? Hmm, a good question indeed..."

"You are not going to tell us, right?"

"Nope..." Hod said cheerfully, earning a smack from the back of his head from Johanna. She had enough of him and his shit, even though it was funny to see Morpheus and him bicker like an old-married couple, if universe was in danger and the only way to save it was through you, it seemed that she had to open his skull and make him understand that he needed to trust them.

"Look, I understand your distain to humanity and Morpheus-"

"It's not just distain but if that's how you word it... meh."

"For once in your life! Listen to me! I don't know what exactly happened between them but if you put your hatred aside for a few seconds to really look into Morpheus, you would see that he changed and is feeling immense guilt what he had caused..."

Raising his head at the stern voice of the female who was defending him even though she didn't like him that much, Morpheus smiled slightly at how she was challenging a god, not being aware that he could kill her easily.

He was glad that someone had his back, but now, he understood how he broke your heart over the years and how there was a chance that you wouldn't take him back.

Did you think he left you? Or maybe, his disappearance caused his enemies to come after you? Did they hurt you? Or the children? Did you feel fear, whenever you were running? Or sadness at your failure and how he would react?

"Constantine, he's right... I never was the husband I was supposed to be. I never even looked at her once and there were times I wished she would go away so that I'd be free of the nagging she did but..."

Seeing Hod becoming even more angrier and how he clenched his jaw, Morpheus raised a hand to stop him and looked into your eyes while a tear slipped from his eye. And then another, and another...

"I never knew the God would accept what I said, and bring the worst kind of pain down on me... I know I can't make you believe, neither can I make it up to her but I'll not give up. And I'll win her heart aga-"

Hod was amazed at how his tears kept going even after he wiped them and how he turned his back to let out a shuddering breath while looking up to see the twinkling stars that reminded him of you. Frowning to himself, Hod couldn't help but think... A man, yet alone Morpheus, would never openly cry and weep for anyone... Maybe he really changed? Or is it a facade he wear-

Widening his eyes at the omnious aura the house they had come emiting, he bit his lips hard and turned to the duo waiting for him to say something. But apparently, something was about to go very wrong. Number 1 fact of the list of Why I Hate Humans, they always attract danger!

"Fine, I will tell you all about it but first... It's not ConstanTAYN, it's ConstanTEEN! The poor ancestor of hers spent his entire time correcting people! And two, you might wanna let me go again because there's a-HOLY SHIT IS THAT FENRIR!?"

Hod screamed in worry while gripping his hair in distress at seeing a huge black wolf poking from inside one of the apartments. And if it was was here... Hela wouldn't be so away.

But of course, Johanna had to stop him again.

Having enough of that binding spell, he used all of his powers into destroying the bond and snapped his fingers to free himself and stood before the woman who looked at him terrified.

"I wonder what you will do when you see Rachel... If you will defend him like you do now, or blame him for her downfall...Don't take me as a fool, just because I said I would talk. Now stay back..." said Hod darkly, earning a gasp from the woman in front of him, making her stagger back in shock at how he knew her relationship.

And even though it was a clear threat coming from him, Johanna had to get inside and see for herself that everything was fine...

Which wasn't, and a certain Queen of the Underworld was waiting for them to enter with a noncholant stare at the door.

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skylarinfinity · 1 year

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*m/n and wade watch randoms glowing from they penthouse*

m/n : *mouth open and drop his taco* what the fuck, why everything is glowing?! *slapping wade face as he ask the question*

wade : *counting how many glowing colour* one two th- *put his hand on m/n face and gasped* it's the glow sticks apocalypse!

m/n : *shocked* what the glow sticks apocalypse?! no the world cannot ending! i don't even get to kill 69420 people yet.

*m/n and wade hugging eachother crying*

*tony flew in front of them*

tony : *talk to the comms* guys we have to more two people on this building! they don't have any injuries but they traumatized for sure.

peter : *landing beside tony* mr stark, i'm coming to help where the victim- oh wade and m/n we can just left them behind.

tony : *look at peter with confused expression* wait wha-

peter : *already start to swing away* they survive!

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terry-perry · 7 months

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Someone broke Hela's trusty coffeemaker. But who?!

Hela: So, who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know. ... A.J.: I did! I broke it -- Hela: No, no you didn't. Daisy? Daisy: Don't look at me! Look at Nat! Nat: What?! I didn't break it! Daisy: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Nat: Because it's sitting right in front of us and broken. Daisy: Suspicious! Nat: No, it's not! Jack: If it matters -- probably not -- but Marcy was the last person to use it. Marcy: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Jack: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? Marcy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Jack! A.J.: Okay, let's not fight! I broke it. Let me pay for it, Auntie Hela. Hela: No! Who broke it?! .... Nat: Aunt Hela, Daphne's been awfully quiet-- Daphne: REALLY?! Nat: Yeah, really! Daphne: Oh my gods! *a giant argument ensues among the next generation of Avengers while Thor speaks with the adults in the background* Thor: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it.

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lokigayforhela · 2 years

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I'm imagining Hela and r as humans, and they are married and rich and someone calls reader Mrs. Odinsdottir, ohhh I would think of it as very fancy

A/N: I gotta be real honest here. I finished this prompt WEEKS ago and really thought I had already posted it, but I saw the ask still in my inbox today and went “Hm.” So please have it now! Enjoy~

WC: 1170

Rating: PG for implied shenanigans~

TW: None

You’d only officially been married to Hela Odinsdottir for all of two hours, and already you were feeling a bit like a fish out of water.

To be fair, you’d known as long as you’d been dating Hela that she was, in the most polite way of putting it, a trust fund baby who had gone on to build her own success. Which meant that she had been drowning in money for as long as she’d been alive. It didn’t bother you, in the least. She erred on the more humble side about it all, and was never one to overly brag about her wealth, and the wealth that she had come from.

Okay, perhaps that was a terrible lie.

More aptly put, Hela didn’t brag about her wealth to you, and more importantly, she never made you feel any lesser than her for not having the same advantages that she’d had throughout her life. In all honesty, from the time you’d become serious, she’d insisted that what was hers was yours, and had taken any and every opportunity to absolutely spoil you in any and all ways that she could. And you certainly weren’t going to complain about that.

Even your wedding had been such a grandiose display of wealth that you’d joked with some of your friends and family that you felt vastly unprepared to enter social life as Hela’s wife. You knew how cut-throat and catty some of New York’s more wealthy citizens behaved, and if you were being honest, that wasn’t the kind of person you wanted to become, and you certainly hoped Hela would never go to that extent either.

But you had to admit, the wedding had left you feeling like an absolute princess, and you weren’t going to let anyone or anything ruin your day.

“Mrs. Odinsdottir?”

Initially, you ignored whoever was speaking to you, as it hadn’t quite registered in your mind that you, too, were now Mrs. Odinsdottir, and it wasn’t until they took a step closer and repeated the title that you realized that she was, in fact, speaking to you.

You smiled a little sheepishly and immediately turned to look at the woman. “…sorry, I… sort of forgot that I’m Mrs. Odinsdottir now, too,” you admitted, grateful when the woman laughed along with you.

“I understand. And actually, I was hoping that I could get a few words from you on how it feels to be marrying into one of NYC’s wealthiest families? For the magazine spread we’re running on the wedding?”

She pulled a handheld recorder out of her bag, and you blanched, having completely forgotten that that was a thing, floundering as you tried to recover.

Luckily for you, you were saved by your wife approaching, two champagne flutes in hand, one of which she offered to you. “Go on, Mrs. Odinsdottir,” she teased, letting you know that she’d overheard the entire conversation so far. “I’m invested in what you have to say.”

You settled against her side as she wrapped her free arm around you, and smiled a little nervously at the magazine reporter. “Ah… It’s daunting. To be quite honest. I mean, yes, I’ve been involved in the scene for as long as Hela and I have been dating, but there’s something more… nerve-wracking, about actually somewhat legally having a stake in it.”

Hela made a slight impressed expression, and looked over at the reporter, who was nodding along.

“So you still feel a bit like an outsider looking in, you’d say?”

You laughed softly, aware of Hela’s gaze fixated on you. “I mean, wouldn’t you be? There’s a lot to keep track of, a lot to be involved in. Fundraisers, charity balls… who’s dating who, and who inherited what. It feels a bit like they’re all waiting for me to slip up and say the wrong thing. Or worse, I think they think I’m going to try and take Hela’s money and run with it.”

“And would you? I mean, theoretically speaking, of course. If you had the chance.”

You only smiled, turning your head to look at Hela and smiling even more when you met her gaze. “Never. I love Hela. Not her money or inheritances or family. Just Hela.”

Hela hummed softly, and you couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her gently, despite being a little shy at having such a close audience.

“And what do you say to that, Mrs. Odinsdottir?”

The reporter held the recorder in front of Hela now, who only smiled coyly as she downed her entire glass of champagne in one sip.

“I say that I’m the luckiest woman alive. And that I don’t know what I did to deserve Y/N, but I sure am grateful that someone up there decided to reward me for such good behavior.”

You rolled your eyes playfully as you all laughed, and you took a sip of your own champagne as you watched the reporter switch off her recorder and tuck it back into her bag.

“Thank you, both. We’ll send over a mock-up of the article and photos we’ll be using for your approval before we send it to the editor. And congratulations to you both, again.”

You smiled and nodded while Hela raised her empty glass toward her in a mock toast, and once the reporter had walked away, she turned back to look at you, wrapping both arms around you.

“Well, well, Mrs. Odinsdottir. What a lovely interview you gave.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop smiling as Hela kept looking at you. “Please. I hardly even knew what to say without making a fool of myself.”

“Well, the good news is that you didn’t. In fact, you made me very proud. So proud I think you’ve earned a nice little reward, so how about we… ditch this reception…” Her grin grew absolutely mischievous as she let her free hand trail down the curve of your waist to settle at your hip. “…and go find somewhere a little more… secluded… to do our own celebrating, hm? We have the entire presidential suite to ourselves.”

“Oh, yeah? Plenty of room for exactly the sort of shenanigans you had in mind, right?” you teased, seizing the opportunity of a nearby waiter to set both of your empty glasses on as they passed by.

“Oh, yes. All sorts of shenanigans. In the bathroom… In the bedroom… The kitchen… Balcony, if you’re feeling risqué enough.”

You hummed out a quiet laugh. “Deal. On the exception that we get a few more glasses of champagne in us so we’re just the right amount of tipsy.”

“Why, darling, it’s like you don’t know me at all. We’ve got a whole bar upstairs for our private usage.”

You grinned. “Then what are we waiting for? Race you!”

You picked up the skirt of your gown enough so that you could scurry in the direction of the elevators, the sound of Hela’s heels clicking behind you the only sign you had she was giving chase.

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #Marvel #fluff #shenanigans #modern au #anonymous #ask #answered #thank you for the prompt!#i hope i proofread this the last time i worked on this fic oops

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syarina · 2 years

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My Favourite Blog

Smut~ Fluff~ Angst~ Dark~ Nothing~

Kathryn Hahn's Characters

Natasha Romanoff

Elizabeth Olsen's Characters

Female K-Pop Idol Blogs

The Vibrations of Your Voice ~ Maya Lopez

Love At First Sign ~ Maya Lopez

Talking Too Fast ~ Kate Bishop

Alcina Fluff ~ Alcina Dimitrescu

Fight Or Flight ~ Alcina Dimitrescu

Let You Down, Never Again ~ Thena

Please, Don't Break My Heart ~ Isabela Madrigal

Teachers ~ Female Avengers + Sharon Carter

Owned pt.2 pt.3 ~ Avengers

Your Little Heart Goes Pitter-Patter ~ Vampire!Valkyrie

Treat Me Like A Slut ~ Hela Odinsdottir

Smut Blurb ~ Hela Odinsdottir

Ride ~ Hela Odinsdottir

Change Of Pace ~ Lou Miller

Couldn't Wait ~ Kate Bishop

Hate Sex ~ Kate Bishop

Puppy Love ~ Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Why So Quiet? ~ Maddy Perez

Pretty Girl ~ Maddy Perez

Eat Me ~ Maddy Perez

Smut Drabble, Part.2 ~ Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard

Head While Asleep ~ Jenna Ortega

My Confession ~ Jenna Ortega

Just You ~ Jenna Ortega

Whiner ~ Lorraine Day

You're Mine ~ Camila Montes

Owned ~ Tara Carpenter

Infidelity ~ Amber Freeman, Tara Carpenter

Smut drabble~ Jill Roberts, Amber Freeman

7 Minutes In Heaven ~ Jill Roberts

Punishment and Bargaining ~ Madison Montgomery

Scream Female Characters ~ Sam Carpenter, Jill Roberts, Amber Freeman, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Sidney Prescott

Size Queen ~ Jotun!Loki Laufeyson

Release ~ Bucky Barnes

Sub Yandere Steven Grant x Male Reader

Reclaiming A Legacy ~ Amber Freeman

Because I Love You ~ Amber Freeman

Skin Deep ~ Tara Carpenter

Your Fault ~ Jill Roberts

It's Okay ~ Jill Roberts

Y/N Cracking Someone's Skull Because They Were Flirting With Alcina

Imagine Natasha and Wanda teasing Yelena about her crush on you ~ Yelena Belova

I Wish I Knew You Wanted Me ~ Tess Servopoulos

RE8 Ladies Reaction ~ RE8 Ladies

Watch and Learn ~ Yelena Belova

Safe and Sound ~ Tess Servopoulos

#smut #angst #fluff #female reader #marvel characters

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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warnings:

a/n:

not requested

“Come out, darling,” Hela requested when she made her way through the portal, “nothing to fear on this weak little world.” You emerged behind her and met with two men whose appearances contrasted greatly.

“Who are they?” You asked while standing at her side.

“These, my dear, would be my brothers.” She introduced you. “Don’t worry, they won’t stand in the way of my plan. Will you, boys?” You and Hela looked to each other and back to her brothers with matching wicked smiles.

“I will not allow you to take the throne of Asgard.” The blonde one asserted, lifting his hammer before your significant other called it to her hand and shattered it without a hint of struggle.

“You’d better be careful about your next words, my friend.” You warned whilst stepping back for Hela to make her next move. You loved seeing her in action, that’s for sure.

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getlostsquidward · 1 year

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marvel masterlist

main masterlist | ao3

Agatha Harkness

see masterlist here

Clea

180 degrees and i'm caught in between (clea/stephen/reader) (18+) — clea and stephen were exposed to sex pollen while fixing an incursion. they wouldn't leave their baby out of the fun, would they?

Hela

say my name — your queen likes it when you drop the formalities.

yuletide spirit — hela's first christmas with you.

offer me that deathless death (18+) — odin sending the valkyries to prevent hela from escaping was a present in disguise.

Jennifer Walters

the morning after — the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

Stephen Strange

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months

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Hela: darling you don’t know what’s possible

Y/N simply kneels…

Hela: hmm I may have to keep you

Y/N: yes my queen

Hela: my brothers is this one yours?

Thor: friend from work

Loki: I don’t know them

Hela glides up to Y/N…

Hela: forget Asgard. I just want you

Y/N: I’m all yours, my queen

For @konstantin609

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komotionlessqueenmm · 5 years

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Imagine # 101

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2019

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terry-perry · 2 years

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One time what is it like when auntie hella babysits her neices and nephews at the rogers household and the kids are well behaved . And end of the day they all sleep on the sofa or their beds and hella asleep on the couch?

"I'm surprised Hela wanted to watch the kids,"

Y/N was too, but not as much as Steve. She knew her sister had grown fond of their children since the day they were introduced to her. Y/N told them all about her (well, maybe not everything) and how she was going to live with them for a while. They seemed okay with it, especially little A.J. For some reason, he grew the closest to Hela. Perhaps he saw something in her that no one else did.

"Well, she really enjoys their company," Y/N stated as they parked in front of their home. "Better her than Loki or Thor, if we're being honest."

"Remember when we came home and found A.J. and Nat tied up and Daisy on the roof?"

"Can't believe they taught her how to fly. How?!"

They snuck inside, not wanting to make too much noise if the kids were already in bed. They were asleep, but they certainly weren't in bed. The television was still on, a random cartoon playing, while toys were scattered all over the floor along with the girls. Y/N stifled a giggle upon seeing Daisy and Nat passed out in different areas of the living room. Daisy was drooling over a half-finished page of her coloring book while Nat was snuggling her Winnie the Pooh plushie.

"Looks like they had a fun night," Steve whispered as he quietly went over to pick Nat up and take her to her room.

Y/N could only hum in agreement, now invested in the sight of Hela sleeping on the sofa. A.J. was right there with her, snuggled up next to her. Y/N sighed fondly as she waved her hand over them. A blanket appeared that she draped over the pair. She gave them one more smile before going over to pick Daisy up.

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akamaiden · 6 years

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Turning Tables

A/N: My first Hela fic!!! 😍 I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. 💕

Another note: Here I did something that I truly believe that Odin should've done. Hela could be an amazing ruler if he did have given more attention and affection towards her. She was his damn daughter!

Last note: Shout out to the amazing @thisishowdynastiesareborn who helped me with this fic! And she's amazing, go follow her!

Pairing: Hela Odinsdottir x Valkyrie!Reader.

Requested by anonymous: Can u write Hela x F!Reader - From enemies to lovers plz?

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sexual tension... I think that's all.

Words: 1,595.

Sakaar was a chaotic place. Every little detail could be summarized in one word: mess. And it was exactly because of this that it was the perfect place for hiding.

When Odin sent the Valkyries to defeat Hela, Goddess of Death, his own daughter, you weren't imagining that this would change your life forever.

Saying that Hela was extremely powerful was an understatement. But you and your sisters were Valkyries. You were part of a group of elite warriors.

But even so it wasn't enough to overthrow the goddess of death. You fought, of course you did. Still, it was pointless. You watched your sisters dying one after another.

You just survived because Brunnhilde knocked you out so Hela could think you two were dead as well.

That's exactly how you two ended in Sakaar. You two were the last Valkyries alive and no one knew that you survived that comfront with Hela.

You woke up and found Brunnhilde drinking her usual mead dose. She seemed distant and you knew her too well to know that she was hiding something.

“If you continue thinking that hard your head will explode,” you said and reach for the bottle that was in her hand.

“Hey, that's mine!” she huffed.

“Tell me what's going on in your head first,” you said.

“There's nothing going on, Y/N,” she tried.

“Nice try, if I didn't know you since I can remember, I'd believe you,”

“For Freya! Okay, but give me my damn mead first,”

You took a sip from it before handing her the bottle back.

“I met Thor,” she started.

Your eyes widened. She couldn't be talking about Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder and heir of Asgard's thorne, could she?

“Yes, I'm talking about the son of Odin,” she answered your mute question.

“And?”

“He needs help to overthrow Hela,”

“What did you say to him?” you asked.

“Nothing, yet. But I was thinking and we barely survived the last time we fought her–”

“We're Valkyries. If we die, we die fighting and not running away from possible threats or getting our asses drunk,” you said.

You knew you were being rude. Brunnhilde was the closest to a family that you ever had. Even when the other Valkyries were alive, you didn't have a strong bond, like you had to her. She was your friend, she was the sister that life gave to you.

You watched Brunnhilde take a deep breath before saying, “You're right.”

And that's why you were watching Thor and Brunnhilde discussing like two children.

“Can you two stop for a moment?” you tried talking.

No response. The only one that was paying attention to you was Banner who just shrugged.

“They won't stop before killing one another,” he said.

“I know, that's exactly why I'm trying to interrupt this,” you sighed. “Tell me about her,” he said.

You didn't need to ask him to know that he was talking about Hela.

“She is unstoppable, fierce and lethal,” you said.

“There's must be a weakness,”

“Trust me, I wish there was something,”

“It's unbelievable that–”

“Brunnhilde!” you screamed when she pointed a dagger to Thor's neck.

You approached them and you made her drop her weapon.

“Have you lost your damn mind? He's our king,” you tried to reason with her.

“It's okay, Y/N,” Thor said.

“No it's not. Can you please stop acting like a child?” you said to him. “Same goes to you,” you said looking at Brunnhilde.

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“I'm tired from all this. This is about Asgard, can you two please stop fighting when there are people under Hela's control?” you said.

Before they could say something you continued, “If we're here alone, doing nothing but getting drunk and trying to survive day after fucking day it's because of her,” you said directly to Brunnhilde.

“And you, my king, it's better you act like the almighty God of Thunder you are and save your kingdom from her. But if you want to rule over dead bodies, all you have to do is continuing acting like that” you said.

Blue and brown eyes looked at you in total desbelief and you just shrugged.

“I'm so done from all this,” you said and left them behind.

You made your way to the place you shared with Brunnhilde and packed your things. With or without them you decided to go to Asgard.

The travel to Asgard passed faster than you wished and before you noticed you were making your way to the throne room.

The big room was empty, you took some time admiring the golden details of it. You were hiding with your spear in hand, you were thinking about how everything suddenly changed after Odin's death.

You were so focused in your thoughts that you just noticed you weren't alone anymore when you heard her voice.

“See father? You banished me and even so I ended up here, in your throne, ruling your people... I'm the rightful heiress of Asgard's thorne and there's nothing you can do to stop me to take what's mine,” Hela said.

A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't heard her voice back when Odin sent the Valkyries to stop her. You gulped noticing that her voice was embedded with power and strength. She was a powerful woman and she knew that.

“I wish you could answer me, father,” she scoffed. “Fortunately you're dead. But I must confess I'd love to see your face when I sat in your throne for the very first time. You did everything to stop me from getting here and it was pointless,” she laughed.

Your hands held the spear tighter. How dared she speak about Odin that way? He was her father after all.

“You were afraid of me, father. Why? I'm your heiress, your first born child. And what did you do? You banished me because you couldn't control me like you did to my brother. Thor was just a puppet in your strings, right? He's idiot. I've heard that he's going to Midgard, defending midgardians. That's ridiculous!” she said.

That woman is fucking crazy. She's talking alone for the last minutes, you thought.

“I wish you could see when I kill him, because trust me, I'll kill him. He's a living threat to my kingdom, and obviously I'll eliminate him. Same goes to Loki, son of Frigga. Tell me father, how could you care and love such a monster like him?” she continued. “I just wanted you to love me. I wanted you to be proud of me. I just wish you could be the father I wanted the most and what did I get? You banished me, and I won't forgive you for trying to steal what's mine and that's exactly why that I'll make your people suffer, I'm their queen and I'll do as I please,” she said and sobbed.

You tried to move in your place to watch her better and your spear slid from your hands.

“Shit!” you cursed lowly.

“Who's there?” Hela said standing up and running her eyes through the room.

You sighed and left your hidden place to face her. You watched her eyes widening when she recognized you.

“I thought you were all dead,” she said smiling.

“I wish I was,” you said.

“You came to kill me I suppose,”

“No,”

“Excuse me?”

“I heard your conversation and I'm sorry,”

“You what?”

“I'm sorry, Hela. I didn't know about your relationship with Odin,” you said.

“Whatever game you’re playing, it won’t work. You can’t defeat me,” she said.

“I know. At first I came to fight you or die trying but I heard you,” you said and took your sword out and putted in her feet. “My loyalty is yours, Queen Hela,” you continued and knelt in front of her.

“Unexpected,” she said but offered you her hand to help you get on your feet. “I want you for my Queens guard,” she continued.

“As you please,” you said.

After this you got more and more close to her, it was a surprise discover that Hela could be as sweet as Thor.

She usually made you a lot of questions about the Valkyries. And here and there you two spent a lot of time together in Frigga's garden.

You watched with a smiley face Hela laughing at something you said. You two were laying side by side and for the first time you noticed that her smile was so, so beautiful.

You came closer to her and touched her right arm lightly.

“You should smile more, you're so beautiful,” you said.

She stopped laughing and you felt your heart racing with fear, you were scared that you made her angry, or even that you were disrespectful to her.

“I-i am sor–”

And then she interrupted you with a kiss. Her lips felt so soft and warm against your own. You guided a trembling hand to the back of her neck and she hummed happily on the kiss.

You broke the kiss once you two were out of breath. Hela was still smiling and she caressed your cheeks with her fingers.

“I must confess that I've been waiting for this,” she said.

“What else are you waiting for?” you sassed.

“I can guarantee you that I'm better showing you than talking,” she said.

“You know that your brother is coming, right? We can't lose time,” you said.

“The only one losing time here is you, darling. But don't worry I'll keep your mouth occupied,” and then she kissed you again.

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inklore · 3 years

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serpents touch.

premise: you displease your queen and she’s more than happy to let it be known that this will not do. that you are hers and hers alone.

pairing: hela odinsdottir x (f)reader

warnings: monsterish fucking, snakes mentioned and used in a sexual manner / as a toy but not real snakes just snake like lmao, foreplay, fingering?? in a way??, dom / sub behavior, slight sadism and masochism, teasing, powerish play and mentions of ownership. reminder: you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only.

word count: 2k

etc: this is uhhh kinda a funny story, since i’m horribly afraid of snakes, but literally screamed when i got this oddly hot idea and had to write it lmao.

♱ kinktober 02.

“Oh, tell me you’re not scared, sweet girl.” You can hear the sadistic humor in her tone, see the smirk that accompanies the cruel depravity she’s getting from you. “I thought you liked this? Thought you were a good girl.” She mocks, teases, as she moves a strand of your hair from your sweat coated forehead. Her front pressed to your side, her form towering over you as she has you pressed into the stone wall.

Usually she would have you in her corders, tied up, on display for her to do what she pleases with, and to, you. The throne room was her second favorite place to play with you. Have you on your knees before her as she sat atop her awarded throne; no thanks to the blood and death that presented itself to her for its taking.

Her hands would be in your hair, her sharp nails digging into your scalp as she spread her legs, one over the arm of the throne. Your eyes straining as you looked up to her, your ruler, your Queen. She didn’t need to instruct you on what to do next, what she wanted from you, expected from you. You knew what to do, were all to willing to give it to her. Your jaw aching in anticipation, a burning low beneath your layers making your knees wobble, a heartbeat pumping faster than the one in your chest.

But tonight was different. No, tonight there was no pleasing smile on her lips to share pleasure with you. She wasn’t in a giving mood, a pleasant one. Her tone was filled with anger and malice.

You didn’t think a powerful woman such as her would let a silly emotion plague her, to let it fester into a wound of anger and malice that didn’t need to be there. That made no sense of a woman of power such as hers. A woman who would bring down an entire army herself.

But here she was, her eyes filled with dark passion while her body vibrated with that same festering wound of jealousy. The earlier events of seeing you engaging with one of her many henchmen. A helpless act done with wine coated smiles and bashful glances and flirtatious laughs. It all meaning nothing to you. It had been nothing. Was nothing. The two of you knew you were hers, down to your very bones and blood. You were hers and her your ever giving Queen who made a place for you in her tar coated heart.

Thus why when she pushed you up against the stone wall, her fingers around the column of your neck, her nails digging in slightly; the twitch in her fingers letting you know she was holding back just so. The look of heated jealousy on her face shockingly sending a spike of arousal to your core. Almost making you want to smirk, but biting your lip in replacement of an action that would have your ass raw and throat hoarse later.

“Hela,” You say on a whimper, her name more of a breathy whisper on your lips. You open your mouth wider to speak, but she cuts you off before you can dredge up an explanation, an excuse.

“Oh, my pretty girl.” She smirks, “you weren’t declaring my name when you were all giggles and smiles, talking to this filth.” You feel one of her legs shift as she kicks the lifeless body that’s mere inches in front of you. Hela looks to the—once henchman—and scowls down at him. “No, you probably weren’t even thinking about me. Your Queen.” Her nails dig into the flesh of your collar bone making you hiss, your hips moving against the air of their own accord. “My name wasn’t anywhere in that pretty little head of yours. You were too busy thinking about him, were you not?” You shake your head and she laughs lowly, her eyes skating across your face at the remorseful look on your features, bringing her a sadistic type of pleasure. “Don’t deny it, love. It’s okay, if I don’t please you enough anymore just say that. I will gladly let you go and give your needy cunt to one of these men.”

Her mouth is now inches from your face, her hot breath hitting your cheek, your body trembling. You want to turn your head, kiss her, beg for forgiveness with your mouth and tongue. But her other hand is in your hair holding you in place, making sure you see what you’ve made her do. What she’s done for you. The blood that coats the floor, that’s dangerously close to staining your toes.

“I don’t—I wasn’t.” You stammer, try to shake your head but her grip is too tight and it only makes her pull at the roots. Making a hiss hit the back of your throat, a low moan dying behind it.

“Really?” She’s smiling now, menacingly. The supposed-to-be-happy emotion making your stomach flutter. A smile you’ve seen many times; tasted many times, sat on many times. “Why is that? Do you not think those men could give you what your cunt needs? Don’t you think they could please it better than I, keep you coming until you beg them to stop? Let you taste yourself on their tongue afterwards, fucking you with their fingers while you devour the taste from their very mouths.” You can feel the tip of her tongue run along your cheek slowly, teasingly as she speaks. “Don’t you think they would take care of you like I?”

You shake your head more aggressively this time, shrieking in pain at the burn of your skull, your scalp on fire from her claws. Your body trembling at the heat of her at your side, her words, her mouth, barley, on your skin. “No.” You cry out, “they wouldn’t—please Hela—I,”

“You what, pretty girl?” Her breath burns your cheek, “You disagree?” She hums, grips your hair tighter as she turns your face to hers, her lips inches from your open mouth. The need to move forward an inch, knowing it’ll feel like she’s ripping your hair out, a mute point to you, if only you could finally touch her. “I think, my pretty girl needs to be reminded that I am the only one who can bring her such pleasure.” Her grip in your hair lets loose, her fingers running through your strands, in a soothing way. She smirks, “Don’t you think?”

Words die in the back of your throat, you mean to nod your head in obedience, in an agreeing pleasure as your thighs press together in an depraved anticipation. But when you hear the familiar noise of the spikes of her crown shifting, changing, you don’t have to look up to know that the black points—sharp enough to kill a man—are now thick tendrils that slither down her back, across her neck, over her shoulders. The sound of their slow movement across her louder than your heavy breathing. Not having to look to know where they are going, to know what’s going to happen next. Hela’s eyes burning into yours, daring you to look, to say something, to move.

But your skin aches in anticipation, shivers from the warmth you know the headless tendrils are about to bring you.

A moan falls flat on your lips as you feel the thick warmth press to your core, your lack of undergarments making Hela hum approvingly. The heat radiating of your soaking cunt nothing compared to the hot—now appendage—running between your folds. The wet noise that fills the room making your cheeks burn with the knowledge that anyone in a mile radius could hear it.

Could hear the way strings of heavy moans come from your mouth, your body arching off of the wall as you feel one of the other appendages wraps around one of your breasts in a tight hold, the other finding a home on the column of your neck adding the right bit of pressure to keep you breathing, but just enough to have you squirming.

“Ahh!” Your throat is burning, raw, aching at the cry you let out as you feel the appendage between your folds enter you. Stretching your tight hole to a burning, almost too much, too full, state. Your nails digging into the stone wall behind you, trying to grip onto something but getting nothing. Your legs begin to shake when the slithering tendril starts to move, to fuck up into you. “Hela,” Your moans are hoarse and weak and needy. Your breath barley there, barley caught.

“What, pretty girl?” Her menacing smile hasn’t left her beautiful lips. Her demeanor has barley changed, only you can tell the burning passion in her eyes, the way they flash from yours to your mouth when you moan, her chest heaving slightly against the skin of your arm. “Is this not what you wanted? A reminder of how good I can make you feel, how I can please that cunt better than any cock.”

“It’s too much.” You whimper, the back of your skull resting on the stone wall as you clench your eyes, the appendage moving deeper and deeper, hitting a barer you anticipate the pain you’ll feel if it crosses.

Hela’s laugh is sadistic and makes you sob, “I know you can take it.” You feel her lips above the tendril on your neck, feel the warmth of her lips on your skin making you shake, moan. The feel of her almost sending you over. “But, I can help you. In the name of showing you you’re mine.” Her mouth continues to leave chaste kisses along your column, the claws of her fingers running down the arm of your skin, across your clothes, pushing up your dress even more, pressing on your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” You look to her with weak doe eyes, tears brimming, pleasure and pain hooding them. “Please—Hela,” You beg, moan, plead, try to reach for her lips with yours but the appendage at your throat stops you and she smirks with pity and pleasure.

“Tell me, who do you belong to?” Her tone going back to that bite of menace, anger. The pressure on your clit as she rubs fast circles on the swollen nub. The appendage filling you moving faster in time to her fingers, never passing that barer, never filling you deeper, your mind going hazy at the want for it to do so. Your body craving to feel more pain, more fuel added to the fire your skin and insides were burning with.

Hela was the only one who could make you feel the pleasure pain could bring. The want for the pain to send you over the edge. The love in the pain and malice she could bring you.

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you come, pretty girl.”

“Ahh,” Moans are the only thing coming from your lungs, the only coherent thing you can suffice. Your mouth dry, your throat aching, your body trembling, your legs weak. Your entire body needing to be pulled over that cliff of pleasure. Of euphoric bliss. To have your Queen make you come. “I’m yours—I belong to you, Hela, my queen.” You sound pitiful, begging. Pathetic.

And she loves it. Eats it up. Smirks. Smiles, hums in a small moan of her own. “Good girl,” she whispers against your lips before she, finally, presses her mouth to yours. One of your hands reaching out to grip her side to ground you as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks on your chest, your cunt feeling as if it’s being torn in two by pleasure, pressure, pain. A scream being swallowed down by Hela’s hungry mouth and rough kisses. Your mind flashing white. Only seeing her. Only feeling her. Her pleasure, her pain. Your body going completely limp.

When she removes her mouth from yours, you can barley breathe. Your chest heaving fast, you hold onto her for leverage. Her smile is sweet now, almost sickening. Your legs shake when you feel the hot tendrils start to retract from your body. The burn from the one leaving your sopping cunt making you hiss.

And when your eyes move up her crown is back, intact, as if it didn’t just turn into something, a creature, snake like tendrils that made a delicious pleasure rock through you.

“You’ll always be mine, sweet girl.” Hela presses a chaste kiss to your open mouth. Her sweet smile turning back to its sadistic one you found so much pleasure in, a shiver running through your marrow. The ownership, rulership, gripping death hold she had on you making a weak smile come across your tired lips.

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