#reader x hela

[amphibiahawks321]

Hela : You are by far most alluring thing I've ever laid my eyes on....

[M!Reader stares at her with confusion while eating a burger with sauce all over his face]

Hela : You truly are worthy

M!Reader : Of what?

Hela : My heart...

M!Reader : Awwwwww! ^v^

[blackacre13]

pleeease do more Hela and Y/N fics its so good, you're a gem ❤︎

Part 2 is here; Here's part 3!

“Oh,” you gasp as you stumble back slightly before turning to look at her. “My queen,” you mumble bowing messily as she smirks down at you.

She nods her head back to the archway she’s appeared through, a mischievous grin on her face.

“I’m afraid we won’t be staying here, Y/N,” she declares as you look up at her, unsure of what’s about to happen. “I think we might be more comfortable in my chambers.”

“As you wish,” you nod, unsure if you should start to walk forward until she nods her head once more before turning away, waiting for you to follow.

“Oh? Y/N?” She adds, turning once more.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Leave your dress here.”

She waits for a moment, before you drop your gaze, fumbling with the straps of your dress before slipping it down your shoulders, looking up briefly just in time to see her satisfied smirk before she clicks away, leaving you to finish undressing.

You consider your undergarments for a moment, but remember that she said dress specifically, so you leave them on, still feeling completely naked and vulnerable, padding after her as you fidget with the gold chain around your neck, the emerald swinging, left and right, left and right.

“In here, darling,” her voice beckons as you keep walking down the hallway, cold and dark, echoes clicking and creaking, the only light flickering from candles, casting a soft ember glow.

She’s sitting on the edge of a grand, regal bed. It takes up most of the room, not many other pieces of furniture or knick knacks. It’s bold. It’s regal. It’s her. All gold and velvet black with pops of emerald that have you feeling cold tingles down your spine and something hot between your thighs, like flames so hot they feel cold licking at your skin.

She waves you forward with the wag of a single index finger, tilting her head, raven-black hair falling over her shoulder, black silk falling down her skin with it as you let out a shudder, your breath hitching.

“Sit, my pet,” she murmurs, patting the edge of the bed. “There’s no need to kneel before me, Y/N. Well…not today at least.”

You’re unsure what to think as you walk forward, sitting down, rigid beside her, and then one of her hands is on your thigh, sliding towards your center slowly as you let out a shaky breath at the touch, your stomach flipping deliciously.

Her other hand finds your back, resting delicately against it as you hum, and then her hand goes rigid, sharp nails digging into your skin as you let out a gasp, a velvet chuckle falling from her lips.

“You know I never had the chance to thank you for your service the other day, Y/N,” Hela murmurs, one hand gliding down your thigh as the other raked down your back, both making you shiver, goosebumps rippling down your skin. “And I don’t know which feels better to you,” she breathes. Her fingers trace along your thigh before disappearing and then her nails rake along your back again before they stop, as if to prove her point. Her choices. 

“Both,” you squeak, blushing at the admission.

“Well, well,” she laughs softly, pushing your leg open slightly so you’re exposed to her, her hand trailing down along her panties, swiping along the fabric as you let out a whimper. “Wet already, I see. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Y/N? How delicate. And quite the talent. Not many people have heard me make the sounds I made…for you, my pet. And now? I’d like to hear what sounds you can make for me, Y/N.”

“Please,” you whisper, feeling yourself growing wetter, the brunette looking down at your with sharp, deep eyes.

“Try again,” she whispers, pushing you onto your back, her fingers sweeping through your hair as she crawls down you, breathing against your core, your hips bucking up against her, desperate to be touched.

“My queen,” you pant, unable to keep your hips from rolling against her, even as she slowly pulls your panties down your thighs to your knees, smirking and laughing at you, already a whimpering, pathetic mess under her grip with barely a touch, only the idea of what she might do, already driving you absolutely wild. “Please, my Queen. My body is yours. My pleasure is yours.”

“That’s more like it, my pet,” she whispers, dragging her tongue along your hip as you cry out before her head disappears between your thighs, her nose and tongue poking at your wetness slow and torturously.

She’s snickering at you as you roll your hips, trying to gain more purchase, reaching up at her, but she pins your hands down against the mattress.

She licks along your ear as you gasp, her hand finding your neck, pressing firmly.

“You can ask me to touch you, darling,” she whispers. “And I will. But if you want me to Fuck you, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”

[platonichelaimagines]

Reader introducing Hela to coffee?

Coffee does exist on Asgard

it just tastes a lot better than… Midgardian coffee

She hated it, absolutely hated it

as in 12/10 hated it

“Why is it so bitter?? Why do you drink this? Y/N this is the most disgusting thing I have ever ingested. Why?”“Jesus Hela it isn’t that bad.”“It tastes like death. Its terrible”

Now besides the fact, you had to explain to her you drank this, every morning

telling her it gave you energy and explaining that to her was a whole different ball game

Hela, to some objects and ideas, was like a small child

It was a lot of her firsts with you around

You definitely pushed her out of her comfort zone in all the right ways

So explaining coffee wouldn’t be the hardest thing you’ve done, right?

“The average person usually drinks a cup of this at the start of their day, with breakfast or something, to give them energy. To give them a head start.”“Does it make them angry and that just fuels them? Because that's how I feel.”“No, is it that bad?? you hate it that much?”“No, I just like to complain about things, y/n.”“I wouldn’t put it pass you…”“Hey!”

You somehow, with the power of the gods, convinced her to try again, but this time it had sugar and creme in it.

Loki was there with you two the second time she tried it.

They were honestly amazed you got their sister to try something twice after she hated it the first time.

“Hela, even Loki likes it. Just take a sip, please?”“That’s because Loki is just as bitter as this awful drink.”“Hela oh my god…”Loki: :)))) thankkksss maaannnnn

After 15 minutes of bargaining and convincing, she finally took a sip.

She sat there for a while

“Yeah… it’s pretty good…Yeah, I like that.”

**A/N: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwTsZHGQ6FE, Alternatively, it probably would have gone down like this too. Also yeah, the last line is referenced from the video ;)**

[blackacre13]

some hela x y/n smut?

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve summoned you here,” she speaks, her intense voice echoing through the chambers as you look up at her, all curiosity and nerves.

You let your legs cross, bending slightly at the knee, in an attempt at a poor curtsy, unsure if you should meet her eyes as you bow your head and you can feel her watching you, chuckling lowly as she observes you, nodding her head.

“Come closer,” she beckons, motioning towards her as your legs move forward, seeming to move on their own. You wait with bated breath for her to say something more, trying not to shrivel under her powerful gaze as she takes you in. You can’t help the glimpses you sneak of her long, ink-black hair and sharp, electric blue eyes that pop against ivory skin.

“Kneel,” she demands, looking down at you, now only a foot from where she sits on her throne, legs crossed. “Before your queen.”

She rises from the throne slowly, walking down the steps toward you until she’s standing right in front of you, looking down as you kneel before her. Her dark cloak is almost big enough to wrap around you both as she considers you with a sly smile, her cool hand running under your chin and then down your neck as she hums.

“Y/N,” she murmurs, though her voice still carries the power and boom it held before as it circled around the hall. “Being imprisoned for so long made me yearn for so much. Power, of course. The impending battle, as you know. But of course, there’s also the matter of pleasure.”

The word pleasure has you intrigued as you look at her, carefully watching her lips, still pursed in a gentle smirk that’s both inviting and terrifying. But you don’t dare question what she means. You know that you are only to speak when spoken to. She is your queen, after all.

“I’ve chosen you, Y/N,” she continues, touching your cheek softly before she starts to walk away, beginning to pace. “I think you can provide the sort of pleasure I seek. And in return, I can give you the greatest pleasure and the most beautiful gifts you’ve ever imagined.” She spoke, her eyes flashing.

“Of course,” she went on. “I have to see if you have those same qualities that I see in myself. Desire. Ambition. Lust.” Her eyes fell on you once more as you nodded which earns you a smile, making you blush.

“Oh, that is cute,” she laughs, walking closer to you. “Do I make you blush when I talk to you like that, Y/N?”

You finally let out a soft “yes”, nodding your head as she lands in front of you, looking down at you on your knees.

“You don’t have to do this,” she sighs. “I know what you’ve heard, but I assure you, even in power and prestige, there is choice. It is up to you, after all, Y/N. But I assure you as well, that it would only behoove you to say yes to me. I know exactly what people want. What you want, Y/N.”

“Please,” you whisper. “Let me serve you, my queen.”

“Oh, I quite like that,” she laughs, her eyes twinkling as she unclasps her cloak, letting it pool to the floor, swirling around you both. “Show me,” she hisses, raising your chin.

Suddenly, you are desperate to please her. To prove yourself. You think you’ve understood what she’s hinting at, but you are unsure where to start. She seems to realize this as you do.

“Allow me, my pet,” she whispers, reaching behind her back to unzip the material that clings to her, peeling her arms and chest free, the clothes falling in a pile around her ankles. “There,” she speaks, her eyes not leaving yours as you allow your vision to rake down from her face, over her chest, down her stomach, licking your lips as you take in her waiting heat.

Your fingers find her thighs gingerly, closing around them carefully as you look up at her for permission.

“Smart girl,” she breathes, nodding once more. “Go on,” she instructs, grabbing at your head as she tugs you closer towards her, her breath hitching as your tongue darts out to draw an experimental circle that she hums to. Her grip on you hardens and you can feel her fingers tugging at your hair as you flatten your tongue, swiping through her folds as you moan at the wetness.

“You like how I taste, don’t you, pet?” She chuckles as her fingers rake through your hair, bunching it in her hold before she grabs it taught. “Why don’t you make me come and I’ll tell you how you taste? Hm?”

Her words make you moan as you nod against her, still working your tongue, feeling her wetness on your nose and cheeks, the heat between your thighs growing as you think about the mess she’s making on your face and the noises she’s no longer trying to hold back on, moans and muttered curses slipping from her as her knees start to buckle.

Your hands move up to her hips to keep her upright as she lets out a particularly deep groan and a low “Fuck, Y/N. That’s it,” that takes you by surprise and you know she’s close to spilling over the edge.

You feel one of her hands slipping from your head, slowly finding one of your wrists on her hip and you groan as she guides it between her legs, pushing three of your fingers inside her as she yells out, riding your fingers as you focus your tongue on her clit, sucking it hard, before grazing it with your teeth as she moans.

Her riding becomes erratic and her grip on your hair is making you absolutely dizzy, but you don’t care as you work her harder, moaning into her at the taste and the knowledge that your own thighs are soaked just from watching her and fucking her.

“Come for me,” you whisper against her as she groans. “Come for me, my beautiful queen. My Hela.”

[platonichelaimagines]

Reader teaching hela that killing is bad? Fish are friends not food

For Hela, the goddess of death, not killing would be terribly difficult. She was basically programmed to do it

But you can always try to reprogram something, right?

Hela didn’t like to disappoint anyone, but most importantly, not you.

“Fine. I’ll listen, but make it quick.”

You’d first try to explain to her what morals are and why, well, killing someone was just, not right

Hela’s understanding of Midgard was apparent, she knew mortals did things differently and they had ‘different culture’

“You do know I’m aware killing is evil? That’s why I do it. I AM AN EVIL BEING. IM DESIGNED TO DO IT.”“Just like how your brother is designed to stab people?”“Precisely.”“Hela, that’s not how it works…”

She ended up respecting the fact that she cant kill people on Midgard cause she believes it to be fun.

In reality, though she made a promise to you, and she wasn’t going to break it.

She really hated Midgardians though

well, most

They were rude and oblivious to things besides themselves

It honestly took a lot of effort at first for her

for a few months, she didn’t even leave the compound

in that time you took the opportunity to teach her more

you guys totally watched Finding Nemo

she absolutely loved it

she learned a lot from it too, as would a small child

“Do you understand now?”“I suppose. Fish are friends. Not food.”

Eventually, she'd be able to leave the place and look at people without the sudden urge to shove a dagger through them

she didn't admit it but she enjoyed it

a lot

it made her feel more normal

anything that made her feel more human

she secretly enjoyed

being accepted, but that was a common desire everyone had

“Y/n.”“Yeah?”“Thank you, in the end. Its benefited me.”