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More Emma x fem reader smut

Pairing: Emma Frost x Female!Reader Tone: Protective, filthy, teasing, dominant Warnings: 🔞 Nipple Stimulation, fingering, possessive dirty talk, overstimulation, protective themes

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if you say so gorgeous

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The apartment was a mix of rough agged noise and sharp flashes of light against the dark walls as you cuddled closer into Emma's side. The horrific sounds piercing the otherwise silent place as you shuddered, trembling slightly. You glanced up at Emma who was mindlessly munching on popcorn.

Now, you agreed to the horror movie for the cliche "Oh i'm so scared fuck me!" moment, but it seemed like she hadn't taken the hint.

You were wrong.

She smirked at you in a side eyed glance. "Use your words" she said slyly, eyes piercing like her words as a different kind of tingle ran down your spine. You looked down, looking away from her intensity while she grabbed your chin, forcing you to face her again.

"Uh uh uh, try again~"

“You think I don’t notice?” Emma’s voice was a velvet blade. She quickly shoved you on your back on the sofa, stiletto nails running down your exposed skin. She straddled your hips, pinning you with nothing more than her presence. "You know I don't like it when you hide how you feel away from me"

You swallowed hard. “Emma—”

Her fingers slipped lower, parting you with maddening slowness. You gasped as she pressed just enough to make your thighs quake.

“Shhh.” Her smirk curved dangerous and sweet all at once. “You have lost the opportunity to talk. It's over. You have to face the music darling.”

Her hands were quick to begin sliding under your shirt, cool to the touch but sizzling with electricity.

“These are mine,” she said against your lips, fingers beginning to trace circles around your hardening nipples.

Your head rolled back in bliss, looking up at her with glossy eyes. Your hips bucked up, wanting more as she toyed with you like her favorite plaything. When her tongue slid past your teeth and you moaned into her mouth, you knew—you were gonna get exactly what you wanted.

Tonight and forever.

Emma Frost was all yours too.

]Emma always kissed like she was claiming territory, like she was reminding you who you belonged to and tonight was no different. Her fingers pinched you just right, making you squeal before one hand let go.

Her right hand shoved up your shirt, fingers trailing over your ribs, cold rings scraping your skin. You gasped when her left side nails dragged down your side, hips bucking against her thigh where she’d pressed herself shamelessly between your legs.

Her thigh felt amazing pressed against your clothed clit, your body reacting feverishly to the sensation. "Look at you—rubbing yourself against me like a needy little slut.” Her words were teasing, making you leak even more.

Her hand slipped down your shorts, brazen and unhurried, fingertips sinking into you with a practiced motion.

You couldn't hold back your cries as she began to fuck you on her fingers, pulsating and pushing in and out of your gushy hole with a maddening expertise. Your hands gripped her shoulders, holding on for dear life as she brought you to completion-

but that'd be far from the last time.

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Diamond Shield

Pairing: Emma Frost x Female!Reader Tone: Protective, romantic, a touch dark Warnings: Violence implied, Emma’s usual sharp language

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Emma Frost isn’t just your lover—she’s your shield, and God help anyone who tries to touch what’s hers.

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It happened fast—too fast. One second you were in the crossfire, the next you were stumbling back, breath hitching, the sound of explosions still ringing in your ears.

Before panic could set in, cold arms wrapped around you. Emma’s body pressed flush to yours, her diamond form shimmering as she turned, shielding you from the next blast with her own skin.

The hit landed against her, harmless. You clutched at her, wide-eyed, trembling.

“Are you hurt?” she demanded, voice sharp, clipped—not out of anger, but fear.

You shook your head, chest tight. “No—no, I’m fine, but—Emma—”

Her form rippled, returning to flesh, her cool hand cupping your jaw, tilting your face toward hers. “Look at me. You’re safe. Do you hear me? Safe. As long as I’m here, nothing touches you.”

Your throat ached. “You— you could’ve—”

She cut you off with a kiss, firm and fierce, like she was daring the world to try again. When she pulled back, her eyes burned like icefire.

“Let them try,” she said coldly. “I’ll turn this city to glass before I let anyone lay a hand on what’s mine.”

The battle still roared around you, but in her arms, you felt untouchable.

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Ember

Pairing: Hela x Female!Reader (**new character unlocked!**) Tone: Soft romance, caring, new, gentle Warnings: 🔞 Aftersex convos, "love confession" sort of

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had started like it always did — with danger, with want, with words that cut as deeply as the way she touched you. Hela had appeared in your life like a storm: sudden, overwhelming, impossible to resist. You told yourself it was just physical, a dance of power and release, nothing more. She liked it that way — liked watching you tremble under her gaze and then pretend, afterward, that you didn’t care. And you were good at pretending. Until tonight. Until the moment her laughter faded into something quieter, her eyes lingered too long, and the space between you felt heavier than it ever had. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this — not with her. But Hela had a way of breaking the rules, and somehow, she’d found a way to make you want her to.

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The room was still, the kind of still that comes after too much noise — after laughter that’s gone hoarse, after heat that’s burned itself out. The air smelled faintly of candle wax and smoke, the embers in the fireplace dimming to a low glow that brushed gold against the black silk sheets. You lay there, breath slowing, heart still thudding somewhere between disbelief and something warmer.

You hadn’t expected Hela to stay. She never did. Usually, she’d linger just long enough to smirk, to toss out a parting quip before vanishing back to wherever her kingdom of shadows called her. But tonight, she hadn’t moved. She was sitting at your side, her long hair unbound, the jagged crown gone. Without it, she looked almost human — though the room still bent around her presence, as if afraid to forget who she was.

Her hand brushed your temple, cool against the heat of your skin. You blinked up at her, drowsy, trying to read the expression on her face.

“You’re staying?” you asked quietly, too tired to hide the surprise in your voice.

Hela’s lips curved, not into her usual sharp grin, but into something smaller — thoughtful. “Would you prefer that I go?” she asked, voice lilting like a tease but missing its usual edge.

You hesitated, then shook your head. “No. I just… didn’t think you would.”

For a moment, she didn’t answer. She only watched you — her gaze heavy and assessing, as though weighing the cost of truth. Then, finally, she sighed and looked away, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the sheets.

“I told myself I wouldn’t linger,” she said softly. “That what we had was… simple. Mortal simplicity. Fleeting.” Her eyes flicked back to yours, bright as steel. “But simplicity is a lie I am no longer capable of keeping.”

Your breath caught. You didn’t move — didn’t dare.

Hela gave a faint, rueful smile, her thumb brushing the side of your face. “You’ve managed something few ever do,” she murmured. “You’ve made me hesitate. You’ve made me… want to stay.”

It wasn’t a confession, not exactly — not the kind you’d get from anyone else. But from her, it was monumental. The woman who ruled death itself, who spoke in riddles and veiled threats, who never once admitted to wanting anything she couldn’t control — was sitting beside you, uncertain and still.

You reached up, covering her hand with yours. “You don’t have to go,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

Her lips twitched, softening at the edges. “Careful,” she warned, though there was no venom in it. “I may take you at your word.”

“Good.”

A quiet laugh slipped from her then — low, dark, but warmer than you’d ever heard it. She shifted closer, resting her hand against your jaw, her thumb tracing your cheekbone as if memorizing it.

“Sleep, then,” she murmured, almost tender. “I’ll be here when you wake. For once.”

You smiled into the quiet, eyelids growing heavy, the world fading to the sound of her steady breath beside you. And for the first time in all your tangled, complicated history, Hela didn’t feel like a storm — she felt like the calm after it.

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Costume-less Party

Pairing: Emma Frost x Female!Reader Tone: Dark romance, dirty, intoxicating Warnings: 🔞 Fluff, smut-nothing super explicit, teasing, intimate/romantic affection.

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You thought slipping into your Halloween costume would be a private, harmless moment—until Emma caught you. One look at you, all soft curves and fluttering nerves, and her usual composure melted. Those sharp, calculating eyes turned molten with adoration, and before you could even blink, she was pressing you against her, lips claiming yours in a storm of kisses. “You’re far too darling to leave the house like this,” she murmured, her voice low, indulgent, and impossibly magnetic. And just like that, the world outside didn’t matter—only her, only you, tangled together in the warmth of a love that refused to let go.

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The morning sunlight streamed lazily through the tall windows of the mansion, illuminating the soft curves of your form as you slipped into your Halloween costume. You were meticulously adjusting the last strap of your outfit, humming softly to yourself, completely unaware of the presence lingering just behind you.

“Darling…”

The drawl of her voice made you freeze. Emma Frost, impeccably dressed in white as always, leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed, a smirk curving her perfect lips. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, softened the instant they landed on you.

“I… I didn’t hear you come in,” you whispered, cheeks flushing, turning slightly to hide behind your wings.

Emma shook her head, stepping closer with that deliberate, predatory grace that always made your heart skip. “You look… adorable.” Her tone was more indulgent than teasing, though the smirk lingered. “I can’t possibly let you leave the house like this.”

Before you could protest, her hands were on your shoulders, pulling you gently but insistently toward her. Her lips found yours in a flurry of soft, insistent kisses, each one warm and claiming, making your breath hitch. You tried to squirm, tried to remind her of plans—of candy, of parties—but her embrace was ironclad.

“You’re far too darling to let out into the world,” she murmured against your skin, nipping gently at your jaw. “If anyone else sees you like this, they’ll realize exactly how irresistible you are.”

You giggled despite yourself, tilting your head back so she could reach your neck. Emma’s hands traced the curves of your costume, lingering just enough to make you shiver. “Mmm, no, no leaving,” she murmured, peppering your cheeks and lips with more kisses. “The world can wait. I… cannot.”

By the time she finally relented—if one could call it that—you were breathless, letting a small chuckle come before the gasp as her figners slipped around your neck. “You’re mine, darling,” she whispered, her thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “All mine.”

Your whole body flushed in a warm excitement as you grinned, giggling to yourself. "All yours emma" you said sweetly and you watched as your girlfriend's eyes gleamed.

"Good girl"

Quickly you were hoisted up, giggling before she dropped you on the bed. Your eyes seductive to her as you bit your finger, eyes daring her to take you. A dare she was more than willing to take.

Her hands pushed apart your thighs, nipping at the skin as her fingers held you by your knees keeping your legs apart.

You whimpered "Don't toy with me too much" you tone begging as you were already getting wet just at her gaze and minimal touch. Her eyes were cocky as she slowly neared closer to your unclothed nether region,

"who are you to be so bossy?"

Her voice was teasing and somewhat cruel with how she hovered just around you, denying you the pleasure you had been anticipating more and more. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"You're not going anywhere"

"Em-"

She pulled her head back slightly before you blurted out,

"I won't! I won't please!" You begged as Emma's smirk returned.

"Good girl"

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Costume-less Party

Pairing: Emma Frost x Female!Reader Tone: Dark romance, dirty, intoxicating Warnings: 🔞 Fluff, smut-nothing super explicit, teasing, intimate/romantic affection.

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You thought slipping into your Halloween costume would be a private, harmless moment—until Emma caught you. One look at you, all soft curves and fluttering nerves, and her usual composure melted. Those sharp, calculating eyes turned molten with adoration, and before you could even blink, she was pressing you against her, lips claiming yours in a storm of kisses. “You’re far too darling to leave the house like this,” she murmured, her voice low, indulgent, and impossibly magnetic. And just like that, the world outside didn’t matter—only her, only you, tangled together in the warmth of a love that refused to let go.

~

The morning sunlight streamed lazily through the tall windows of the mansion, illuminating the soft curves of your form as you slipped into your Halloween costume. You were meticulously adjusting the last strap of your outfit, humming softly to yourself, completely unaware of the presence lingering just behind you.

“Darling…”

The drawl of her voice made you freeze. Emma Frost, impeccably dressed in white as always, leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed, a smirk curving her perfect lips. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, softened the instant they landed on you.

“I… I didn’t hear you come in,” you whispered, cheeks flushing, turning slightly to hide behind your wings.

Emma shook her head, stepping closer with that deliberate, predatory grace that always made your heart skip. “You look… adorable.” Her tone was more indulgent than teasing, though the smirk lingered. “I can’t possibly let you leave the house like this.”

Before you could protest, her hands were on your shoulders, pulling you gently but insistently toward her. Her lips found yours in a flurry of soft, insistent kisses, each one warm and claiming, making your breath hitch. You tried to squirm, tried to remind her of plans—of candy, of parties—but her embrace was ironclad.

“You’re far too darling to let out into the world,” she murmured against your skin, nipping gently at your jaw. “If anyone else sees you like this, they’ll realize exactly how irresistible you are.”

You giggled despite yourself, tilting your head back so she could reach your neck. Emma’s hands traced the curves of your costume, lingering just enough to make you shiver. “Mmm, no, no leaving,” she murmured, peppering your cheeks and lips with more kisses. “The world can wait. I… cannot.”

By the time she finally relented—if one could call it that—you were breathless, letting a small chuckle come before the gasp as her figners slipped around your neck. “You’re mine, darling,” she whispered, her thumb brushing gently over your cheek. “All mine.”

Your whole body flushed in a warm excitement as you grinned, giggling to yourself. "All yours emma" you said sweetly and you watched as your girlfriend's eyes gleamed.

"Good girl"

Quickly you were hoisted up, giggling before she dropped you on the bed. Your eyes seductive to her as you bit your finger, eyes daring her to take you. A dare she was more than willing to take.

Her hands pushed apart your thighs, nipping at the skin as her fingers held you by your knees keeping your legs apart.

You whimpered "Don't toy with me too much" you tone begging as you were already getting wet just at her gaze and minimal touch. Her eyes were cocky as she slowly neared closer to your unclothed nether region,

"who are you to be so bossy?"

Her voice was teasing and somewhat cruel with how she hovered just around you, denying you the pleasure you had been anticipating more and more. "Say it."

"Say what?"

"You're not going anywhere"

"Em-"

She pulled her head back slightly before you blurted out,

"I won't! I won't please!" You begged as Emma's smirk returned.

"Good girl"

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A Real Angel

Pairing: Luna Snow x Female!Reader Tone: Suspenseful, darkly thrilling, with slow-burning romantic tension and heroic rescue vibes. Warnings: 🔞 Mild horror and suspense, villainous abduction, near-danger, minor costume damage, implied romance/sexual tension, emotional intensity.

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You thought Halloween was just candy and costumes—until a group of villains decided you were too beautiful to leave alone. Dragged into a dark, twisted campground, you had no hope… until she appeared. Luna Snow, silver-haired and icy, descended like a storm of frost and fury to save you. But as the danger fades and the night stills, you realize she’s not just your savior—she’s someone who might thaw the coldest corners of your heart.

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The Halloween party had been everything you expected—bright lights, loud laughter, and a sea of costumes swaying and spinning around the living room. You’d dressed as a white angel, your costume pristine and shimmering in the flickering glow of the jack-o’-lanterns. The soft feathers of your wings brushed against your back with every movement, making you feel lighter, almost ethereal.

At first, the night had been playful. Candy bowls were passed around, laughter bounced off the walls, and the smell of pumpkin spice mingled with the crisp autumn air wafting through the open windows. But as you wandered toward the garden, seeking a quiet corner to catch your breath, something felt off. The shadows in the yard seemed too deep, too silent, swallowing the warm glow from the string lights like a tide creeping over a beach at night.

You froze when a hand shot out from the darkness. Strong. Firm. Unyielding. Before you could react, more hands closed around you, gripping tightly enough to lift you off your feet. Panic surged instantly, your heart hammering against your ribcage like a trapped bird.

“W-wait! Let me go!” you cried, struggling futilely as they dragged you further from the party, away from the safety of laughter and light. Your angel wings snagged on a bush, tearing slightly, but they didn’t slow your captors. Their faces were hidden in the shadows, but you caught glimpses of cruel smiles, of eyes glinting with some twisted obsession.

“You’re… so beautiful,” one of them hissed, and shivers ran down your spine—not from the cold, but from the intent in his voice. “We need to… keep you.”

Desperation clawed at your throat as you tried to pull free, screaming into the night. The music from the party was a distant echo, swallowed entirely by the dark woods surrounding the clearing. The villains’ grip was relentless, their laughter jagged and harsh against your ears.

Then, as if the night itself had split open, a silver light pierced the darkness. It was sudden, sharp, and impossibly cold—yet it radiated safety. A figure stepped into the clearing, her presence commanding and otherworldly.

Luna Snow.

Her silver hair glimmered under the moonlight, icy strands framing her face as her piercing blue eyes locked onto the attackers. An aura of frost radiated from her in waves, coating the ground beneath her feet in a thin layer of glittering ice. “Let her go,” she said, her voice both melodic and threatening, carrying a weight that made the villains stagger.

They hesitated—and in that hesitation, Luna moved. The air around her shimmered, snowflakes materializing from thin air, spinning and twirling like dancers as she unleashed a torrent of freezing wind. The villains’ grip faltered as frost crept up their arms, forcing them to stumble backward, coughing and panicking.

You fell forward, and her arms were there in an instant, catching you with a strength that was both reassuring and gentle. “You’re safe now,” she murmured, the chill of her aura brushing against your skin yet carrying warmth in its protection.

You pressed your face into her shoulder, trembling, still shivering from fear. “I… I thought I was going to… I don’t even know,” you whispered, words catching in your throat.

Her eyes softened as she held you closer, scanning the dark woods for any remaining threat. “It’s over. I’ve got you.”

The adrenaline slowly ebbed, leaving you aware of her closeness, the subtle warmth of her body beneath her icy exterior. Your wings drooped slightly, torn and soiled, but her presence made you forget the discomfort entirely. She guided you backward through the clearing, moving with a grace that suggested she had faced far worse than this and emerged unshaken.

“You… you’re amazing,” you said finally, your voice barely more than a breath.

Her lips curved into a faint, almost shy smile, surprising you. “I only did what I had to. I couldn’t let them hurt you.”

A strange flutter began in your chest, something beyond relief, beyond gratitude. There was something in the way she looked at you—protective, admiring, and just… interested. It sent warmth rippling through the remnants of your fear, making your pulse quicken in ways you hadn’t expected.

You stumbled slightly over a root, and she caught you instantly, steadying you with firm hands. “Careful,” she murmured. “The ground’s slippery here.”

As you moved deeper into the woods, away from the villains and their twisted intentions, you realized something startling: Luna Snow had not only saved your body from danger but had also carved a space in your mind, a quiet, thrilling awareness that she had entered your world in a way no one else had. And you suspected, deep down, that she was feeling it too.

Even in the cold darkness, with the chill of night brushing against your skin, your angel wings, and your heart, one thought shone brighter than all: she wasn’t just your savior. She might be… something more.

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Slick

Pairing: Hela x Fem!Reader Tone: Darkly romantic, possessive, sapphic tension, goddess-level jealousy, emotional undercurrent of longing and awe Warnings: 🔞 Alcohol use, implied intoxication, jealousy, possessive behavior, emotional intensity, strong language, suggestive imagery, mutual pining, dominant energy from Hela but with protective undertones

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You’d never meant to catch her eye that night. You’d shown up to the party nervous and overdressed, clutching your drink like a lifeline — but somewhere between the second song and the third shot, something inside you loosened. The lights blurred, the air hummed, and suddenly you weren’t the quiet one anymore. And from across the room, Hela watched it happen — her shy mortal shedding fear like a second skin, moving with the kind of confidence that made even gods go still. She’d seen mortals lose control before, but never you. Never like this. And the look in her eyes when you finally met her gaze said it all: she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to worship you… or remind you who you belonged to.

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The mansion pulsed with the kind of chaos that only Halloween could bring — laughter like thunder, bass heavy enough to rattle the chandeliers, and a haze of perfume and alcohol that blurred the edges of everything. Masks hid faces, but not intentions. People swayed and pressed close, shimmering in fake blood and glitter, their shadows writhing along the walls.

Hela stood at the edge of it all, dark and motionless in her sleek costume — leather, sharp lines, the kind of elegance that made everyone else look like they were playing dress-up. A goddess among mortals. She’d been dragged here by you, of course. You, her quiet companion. You, who’d apologized three times for your costume being “too plain.” You, who’d clung to her arm when you first walked in, whispering that you didn’t really belong at parties like this.

So when she turned to look for you later — after letting herself be cornered by some tedious small talk — she nearly didn’t recognize what she found.

The crowd had shifted, creating a ring of light and movement near the center of the room. And there you were — glowing under the amber strobes, laughing, fearless, utterly transformed. Gone was the shy, soft-spoken mortal she’d taken under her wing. In her place stood someone untamed, alive, intoxicatingly free.

Your hair clung to your cheeks, your eyes wild with joy and a hint of rebellion. Every movement you made rippled through the crowd like a current. The music hit a crescendo and you rode it effortlessly, spinning, arching, commanding.

Hela froze. For a long moment, she forgot to breathe.

It wasn’t jealousy that struck first — it was awe. Raw, unfiltered awe at the power you suddenly radiated. Then came the heat. The sharp, instinctive kind of hunger that came with seeing something you thought you knew bare its teeth and reveal an entirely different shape.

Mortals around her were cheering, shouting your name, their voices blurring into one long hum. Hela’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening around her glass until it cracked, dark wine bleeding between her fingers. She didn’t even flinch.

“...Oh,” she murmured, almost to herself, voice low and dangerous. “So that’s what you’ve been hiding.”

Someone beside her laughed, muttering something about “your friend really coming out of her shell,” and she turned that slow, lethal smile on them — the kind that made even immortals step back.

But when her gaze returned to you, the smile faltered.

Because beneath the shock, the hunger, and the possessive edge curling at the edges of her mind, there was something else she hadn’t expected — pride. You looked radiant. Alive. Unafraid.

And that terrified her more than anything.

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