I think now I'm missing most of APOC and Sasaki?? Also Jack Spin-off, but I was tired, and I have a self-imposed rule of "do 4 pages of each actor AU" mostly because I am just like that *
I did cover a lot of rounds tho, this took me so long because I couldn't get their faces right *
• I won't elaborate about the Bonus Qin & Hades panel *
• I like to think of Jack & Heracles having a great off-set friendship :) They just shared each other's cookie recipes one day and it was smooth sailing.
• Adam's actor has to use one of those one-side men thong or wear nothing at all lol either way Brunhilde would be laughing her ass off.
• Poor Zero's actor is #1 teasing/messing around target on-set, shouldn't be so cute *
I shouldn't even be surprised 95% of people reduce brunhilde to "shes doing all of this for a guy" and then they go and also blame her for loki having a crush on her
It just always amaze me how people just. Cant read I guess. Because its not even *that* nuanced of a plot, we have it explained to us word by word what will happen if the gods win.
Assert Yourself (Brunhilde + Male Reader = Power Play)
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Summary = You've been looking at Brunhilde for the longest of times by now, it's been your only source of peace during this eventful, yet stressful, tournament deciding the fate of mankind. The thing that you don't know, or just haven't accepted yet, is that she's keenly aware of all your little glances. And after another failure for humanity takes place within the arena, she thinks that a little destressing is in order.
Category - Fuzzy Cuffs
Main Kink - Power Play
Additional Kink(s) - Intercrural Sex, Battle Scars, Implied Femdom, Quickening Sex, Body Play, Masturbation During Sex.
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The air feels frigid as ever, but the shudder in your current breathing pattern isn't anything to do with that. You were walking down a hallway together, she was leading you somewhere. This doesn't feel quite right, walking through the halls gods have walked within. But when the woman you've been crushing on since the beginning of this madness requests you to follow her, how could you possibly say no? If not for the simple reason of getting to be near her finally, it's at least due to an overwhelming curiosity of where she's going.
That curious feeling seems to be answered after mere minutes of trekking together. As the two of you stand in front of a medieval-looking door, she brings an arm forward to push it open. She walks inside, waving a hand in gesture for you to come in as well. You take a breath to calm yourself before joining her in the mysterious room. Once inside, you immediately begin surveying the room, anything to keep your eyes distracted from her beauty. You realize that the room you're standing within is a bedroom, complete with things such as a wardrobe, a changing screen, a large purple & gold carpet with an interesting pattern design, a window with white curtains flowing elegantly, and a bed with two old-fashioned nightstands. For a moment, you're left dumbfounded as to why she would bother bringing you to an incredibly old-school bedroom. That was, until you heard the door close shut behind you, and the lock clicking into place.
Your heart begins speeding up, your eyes flickering with excited antsy, and your body sweating into a soak from arousal. You hear her approach from behind, glancing over to find her a distance away from your side. She turns around and begins stripping out of her Valkyrie attire, causing you to let out an loud, very audible exclamation of your surprise, and excitement. You instinctively reach a hand to cover your crotch ashamedly when she turns around to stare at you from over her shoulder. Despite her being the one to change in front of you, somehow you're embarrassed to be aroused in front of her. She pauses her undressing just to glare at you, and from the expression she's making you can tell it's not a happy one. She turns her head back around to look in front of her shortly after.
"How pathetic. I haven't even gotten fully undressed, and you've already managed to disappoint me." she says, scornfully.
You let out a mild groan of embarrassment at her scornful words, removing the hand from your crotch as your glance diverts away from her. She turns her head around again, looking straight at you from over her shoulder.
"Why are you looking away? Is the sight of me undressing really so grotesque?" she questions.
You sputter.
"N-No! Absolutely not, you're really... beautiful. Actually. I just wasn't expecting this..." you admit.
Her expression shifts from one of annoyance to slightly condescendant perplexity.
"So when a woman leads you to her room, you always freeze up like this?" she asks.
Her words cut you deep, for many reasons.
"No, well... no. I just-, I..." you stammer in fluster, unable to finish your sentence.
You look down at your shoes ashamedly, scorning yourself for being unable to think of a good comeback to impress her with. She sighs before continuing to undress herself. You watch her do it, hoping to impress her by keeping your eyes upon her this time. But when the garments fully drop to the ground, you flinch. Your eyes averting back to your shoes once again.
"I have a proposition for you. One that I think would benefit the both of us strongly right now..." she says, breaking the ice.
You flicker your eyes back onto her, a boner steadily rising within the confinements of your pants the longer they linger over her naked physique. Her body is covered from head to toe in a gnarly array of battle scars, the markings of all her previous efforts for humanity you assume. She turns around slightly to face you from an angulated stance.
"I think of you as the type of man who's been so battered by life that he's afraid to experience what he knows he truly wants. Am I correct?" she steadfastly claims.
You feel every word from that sentence she just spoke hit closest to your soul.
"YYyeah..." you stutter defeatedly.
Her expression contorts into one of gleeful confidence.
"Would you like me to help you out of that?" she asks.
Her encouraging tone surprises you, as she's been nothing but stern and scornful thus far. Then again, you've been watching her for a long time now, so you've seen what her incredibly colorful personality is capable of. You gulp and nod in response to her offer.
"Alright, you want my advice? Here it is... if you see something you want, and you know you want it, you try your best to take it." she says.
You are surprised by her words of advice.
"With the other's full consent though, right?" you reply.
"Of course. You're not a savage are you?" she swiftly answers.
You flicker your eyes in momentary contemplation.
"And you... consent, right?" you ask.
She exhales a grunt of mild annoyance.
"I wouldn't have brought you here and taken off my clothes if I didn't, yeah?" she answers.
She begins to rub her hands down her arms, the sight arouses you further. Your pulsating stiffness down there causes you to begin breathing funny, as you wantonly begin to approach her.
"Then, you're saying that it's okay if I touch you right?" you stupidly mutter.
She digs her fingertips into the flesh of her arms as you ask that.
"Yes." she replies.
You continue approaching until finally behind her, being so close to her in this state gets you especially excited, even more so than before. You hesitantly lay your arms down over her hips, caressing them softly as she breathes out a quiet moan. You start to sweat even harder than before, not just due to your increasingly erotic state of arousal. You cock an eyebrow upwards in contemplation, as a question rises it's way to the top of your mind.
"And you're sure you want this?" you ask.
Her grip around each arm tightens severely.
"Just get undressed already, human..." she says, a displeased growl undertowing her voice.
You nod and begin to silently strip yourself, heart racing faster than ever before the more and more layers you remove and expose for her. You start with your green, multi-pocketed jacket, then your red, thinly-striped sweater, hesitating when reaching for the belt buckle to your jeans, but ultimately removing them as well, and finally; your football-themed undies, with shaking hands and breath. As you take hold of your cock, searching your eyes all around her body, the sight of her looking enchantedly down at your cock fills you with a discomforting nervousness.
"Are you REALLY sure you-"
Just then, you start to hear sharp clacking sounds. Is that, could it be... her teeth grinding?
She growls with fury.
"Be quiet and just fuck me already human! Please!! I just need a good distraction!" she snaps, her face contorting into a grotesque, over the top expression of anger.
As she huffs and puffs snarled breaths, you stand silently still. Afraid once again to make a move. Once her breathing calms down, she sighs ashamedly.
"I'm sorry... I just, failed. Badly. And even now, I'm only taking advantage of you, because I know how much you want me..." she admits.
Her honesty reminds you, she's been pretty much the only one amongst the gods who is undoubtedly on your side. That weight on her shoulders must be such a burden to carry, it fills you with warmth knowing just how much she's willing to give for humanity's survival. With that understanding also comes a great resolve, one to stop you from freezing up nervously just within reach of what you desire. And with that newfound resolve, you gain a boost of confidence that quickly overtakes your irrational fear and anxiety. You lean down towards her ear to ask her one last question.
"Can I use your body however I wish?" you ask.
She gasps at your words; not in fright, but in excitement. A disgustingly passionate expression begins to creep it's way over her face after the words you've spoken into her ear.
"Yes, you may. Use me however you see fit. Just make it worth my while, as well as yours..." she answers.
You slowly bite down onto your lower lip as you eye and stick yourself between the part of her body you want most. She shudders in her excitement while watching you stick it in, her noises getting louder upon witnessing where you decided to thrust your penis into.
"My thighs huh? Great choice..." she says, her voice quivering slightly as she speaks.
She clamps them tighter against your thrusting penis, your pleasurability levels skyrocketing as you feel the warm friction enveloping your most sensitive bodily part. You moan into her ear, your hands passionately trailing down and up her sides as you keep up the pace. You can feel some of the scars on her legs as you thrust into them, somehow that knowledge only adds to the ecstasy of the moment. Your mind begins to think about her scars, and in turn your hands do as well; so it's no surprise that you find yourself caressing each marking of her torso woven by battle.
You can hear her keen from your rampant touch. This excites you enough to start thigh-fucking her a little harder. As desperate plaps fill the air, and your chin coated of stubble lays tenderly upon her shoulder, your caresses cease in turn as you begin to tightly embrace her through every impact. You embrace her not with the submissive heat of a temporary partner, but with the care and compassion of a livelong admirer. A smile forms over your formerly expressionless mouth as your hot breaths tickle blow past her ear.
"Brunhilde, oh fuuck... Brunhilde~!" you moan.
You can hear her breathing audibly amp up as you cry out her name.
"Mmh... that's good." she mutters lackadaisically.
You can feel the salty beads of sweat fling from your cock after each forward impact, her thighs driving your whole body mad with heat. Your hands once again begin to trail down to the very thighs you're fucking yourself into a lightheaded stupor with. You want her so bad, you've been wanting her so bad. This entire experience has been a dream come true, especially given the terrifying stakes of your kind's situation. But you can finally let go of all that, if only for a moment. Let go of the fear, the worry, the panic of what's to come should humanity's champions fail enough times.
Because, after all... you are with the woman you love most right now. Lord knows you should be able to savor each and every second of this in peace.
"Gosh, Brunhilde... I-I love you, love you so goddamn much." you manage to huff out.
Her breaths begin sounding less and less like intakes of oxygen, and more like gleeful, whimpering shudders displaying her wanton enthusiasm. You can also hear wet, squishy sounds outside of your own thrusts made between her legs. You open your eyes and glance downward to witness her using a hand to pleasure herself with, while the other grips your thigh meat strongly. Her face displays nothing but sheer desire and giddy as you continue fucking her thighs while whispering these confessions for her listening pleasure.
"Good, good... that's so fucking good~!" she whimpers.
She recoils her back into you, pressing each attractive aspect of it further against the front of you. Her eyes linger on your hard-working cock with a tense, sort of dizzy focus. You work yourself up even closer to a climax than you already were just thinking about the prospect of her being impressed with you. But the downside to that thrill of a state is that you can feel yourself crescendo straight to that point of no return, and it's coming fast.
"Aaah, I'm gonna c-cum, I'm gonna cum Brunhilde~! Ohhh Brunhilde!!" you cry out erotically.
Another one of her excited shudders escapes from her lips, the hand she's using to grab your thigh moving even further back to fondle your ass.
"Good yes~!! Cum for me, cum from the feel of my scars... the feel of my thighs!!" she moans.
You roar out your innermost arousal as it is dispensed from your manhood. Ropes of your lineage are shot out to meet with the stone floor below, as you shudderingly exclaim any and all ecstasy you gain from this climax. As you're cumming, you notice your Valkyrie love making distressed groans while once again expressing that distress in an over the top facial manner. Once you've finished, you halt any and all movements to catch your breath as she continues furiously touching herself.
"Is something wrong?" you question.
"I'm having a bit of a delay that's all. Nothing to worry about!" she nervously replies.
After the wet sounds of her nearing, but failing to achieve, an orgasm; an idea rises it's way to the top of your mind.
"Here, I can help." you say.
You reach your hand down slowly between her thighs, her eyes widening as you get closer and closer to touching her most sensitive part. Her breathing amps up again, continuing to touch herself as you tease her by very slowly closing the distance between her hand and yours. By the time your hand finally places itself upon hers, she can't hold it in any longer.
"OhHhhHHhh FuUUuck~!!" she aggressively snarls.
Her ejaculation squirts over both her hand, and yours, and you delight in feeling every ounce of her fluids launching onto your skin. Once she's down from nirvana, she does the same as you did and tries to regain her former composure. After some calming breaths, she achieves that similar state and bends down to pick her clothes back up. You do your best to avoid any glances made towards her ass that will arouse you again, but it's nearly impossible to keep your eyes to yourself at all times unfortunately. As she's putting hers back on, you crouch to pick up your clothes as well. As you're grabbing them, she walks right past you.
You turn your eyes towards her, looking dumbfounded as to why she's walking to the door.
"Thank you for giving me such a good time in Zeus' bedroom! That oughta show that creepo-ass geezer what for!! Haha~!" she says with the most beautiful smile.
Then, she opens the door and leaves. You seem shocked for the moment, until you recall what she said earlier...
"I'm sorry... I just, failed. Badly. And even now, I'm only taking advantage of you, because I know how much you want me."
Can you do Brunhilde x reader NSFW headcanons (female reader)
I was really excited when this one came in. Finally facing my asks so i can start fully anew (guess who's moving!)
Top!Brunhilde x Bottom!Fem!Reader || NSFW || face sitting, nipple play, clit play, fingering, scissoring
Taxing as her role is, Brunhilde's only comfort is when she can come home and lay in your arms. Wrap you in her embrace, pull your bare skin closer to hers, and kiss you, deep and slow as her long, slender fingers slowly work you open...
She really enjoys fingering, basically. Nothing brings her more peace then watching you writhe and moan from just her fingers, such seemingly simple actions bringing you such ecstacy. The way you arch when she hits your g-spot and scream when she plays with your clit at the same time makes her heart smile.
She really loves your boobs. Specifically, your nipples. Sucking on them, massaging them, pressing them against her own. But most of all, she loves riding them.
On particularly stressful days, you'll slyly massage her hips as the two of you cuddle, and as she looses her inhibitions, you'll slide between her soft, pale thighs, and kiss her clit. Then you'll rise a bit higher, press a hardened nipple against it and watch as her legs tremble and her face flushes and contorts with pleasure.
Ever listened to a song and heard the line "put this pussy on your nose"? Yeah, that.
Brunhilde's got a beautiful big nose, and when you're riding her tongue it rubs your clit something amazing, and she knows it. Having you on her face drives her insane, feeling your arousal leak down her chin and the sides of her face like so many tears. She could drink you straight from the source all day, and has before, in simpler times when there were hours to be whiled away.
Scissoringggggg. A fan favorite.
When she slides between your legs, hooking your leg over her shoulder and her own over your hip, she likes to pause for a second. Look you in the eyes, allow your breathes to synchronize. She'd press up against you- cunt to cunt.
Feel your warmth meet hers, hear the squish of juices mixing, feel the shocks when your clits brush each other.
The first roll of her hips makes you sigh, and the second makes you moan. You try to keep your eyes open against the instinctive flutter, wanting to watch her face as she fucks you.
It's a deep red, reaching the tips of her ears. Her eyes are half mast and focused on where your pussies meet, lust like a glaze over her verdant eyes. She exhales through her mouth on a shudder, thrusting against you hard and making your head fall back as you cry out.
"Brunhilde, fuck, baby-" You cut yourself off with another moan. You can't see it, but her gaze it fixed on you, committing your every expression to memory. She doesn't know when the next time you'll be able to do this will be, and she wants to enjoy every second as long as possible.
She bends down, kissing you deep. Her tongue slides into your mouth, your tongues intertwining to draw sultry moans from you both. "...I love you."
It's whispered against your lips, then across your skin like a blessing. Her pace turns feverish and unsteady, and as your orgasms synchronize, so do your moans, and through the blinding pleasure you can barely find yourself capable to whisper a desperate "I love you!" back.
