#therealvalkyrie

[54prowl]

what about!!!! very small atsumu!!!!! xo

hi valk!!! here he is, a terrible man

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[anlian-aishang]

anlian. my darling love. i must know, because i'm sure you have an opinion on this:

is levi into period sex??👀👀

Hell fucking yes. [nsfw, oral sex, period sex, blood, fem!reader]

It has been a long week, as it always fucking is, but made even more trying by a certain demanding factor. Hormones have brought some mood swings, but those have come and gone. Persistent has been your sex drive, plateauing at a high you forgot you could reach.

And on one hand, you think there is no one less likely to satisfy you at this time of the month. But on the other hand, you are so desperate, you cannot help but ask him.

Legs crossed at the ankles, face hidden by your sleeves, you keep your gaze to the ground as you stutter through your request. “L’Levi, I know it’s… maybe not the best time.”

He is midstride, laundry basket in hand when you catch him in the hallway. Levi stops in his tracks, granting you his full attention.

Steel eyes soundly on you, you shudder in your stance. “I’m on my period right now, and…”

He has done a few loads of laundry today, he has taken out the trash this week, this is no news to him. The still in his expression ironically worries you all the more.

“I just…” every word is hard to say - you rip the bandage off, speaking quickly, “would you like to have sex tonight?”

Levi smirks, and you feel you could die right then, but he immediately drops all chores - freeing his hands just for you. A familiar hold: palm to your neck, thumb on your throat, fingernails anchored to your nape. Calloused hand pulls your lips to his, but instead of a kiss, you meet him with a gasp.

“Y-You’re okay with it…?”

Levi sees your worry, but still cannot help the slight eye roll. To him, it’s not just What difference does it make? But I’ve been waiting for this all week. Mint breath tickles your lips, sending shivers down your spine, ones he quells with his sound contact and nonchalant reassurance, “We have towels, don’t we?”

// // //

Prior insecurities tell you that he is simply obliging, that he is merely doing you a favor, that he is happy to be the nice guy - the good boyfriend - and do it, but not particularly savoring it. The Levi in front of you now - between your legs, face smeared with your blood - is a total counter. Not only is he savoring it, but he has a taste for it.

A hunger he has not displayed at any meal. A thirst unseen after any marathon. Levi eats you up and drinks you down like you are the last thing on earth. Each wet smack of his lips, each lengthy slurp down his throat, they resound throughout the room - its echoes pounding all your doubts into oblivion.

That ounce of confidence, your sex takes it and runs with it. Hand thrown in his hair, tugging him closer. You look down to him and tease, “You like that, don’t you, Levi?”

Through sweat-coated bangs, silver eyes gaze up to you. A glimmer in them - pleased to see the return of his goddess who knows exactly how much he worships at her feet. How honored he would be to eat her out any time - hour, day, month.

He answers implicitly with an increase in his depth and speed. Immaculate complexion is splotched with red - adult fingerpainting: left hand spreading you wide - letting him reach every inch, right hand diving down - tracing your lining and making the most of the month’s sensitivity.

Your blood, slick, coats his insides, allowing his satisfied moans to come through even clearer. Deep groans resonate. Gasps for air, suffocation worth the trade for your taste. The drag of his tongue, redder and redder with each repetition.

You almost think it’s a dream - no way in hell would your clean freak be down for this, but the scene itself disproves your doubt. For even in your wildest dreams, you never could have fathomed this reaction: so instantly down, totally ravenous, making you cum until you are sparkling clean.

And how he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, rests his head on your quaking thigh, and glances up to you - so smooth, as if he has imagined this a thousand times.

“Feel better now?”

[therealvalkyrie]

Fenario

Pairing/setting: Reiner Braun x Reader, in Liberio just before Reiner goes to fight in one of the wars.

Prompt: Fenario by Richard Shindell (give it a listen while you read!)

Word Count: 738

Warnings: angst

AN: Hello, my loves! This is a speedy little one shot, but I hope you’ll enjoy. Special thanks to my lovely friends @anlian-aishang @cant-spell-slay-without-lay and @bluebellhairpin for the feedback and encouragement! As always, PLEASE don’t be shy about coming to chat with me in my dms/ask box/reblogs with a squeal, comment, or piece of constructive criticism! Be kind to yourselves and others. ~valkyrie

Easy breathing and restless whistling wind are all that keep you company in the night. The shuddering light of the coals in the fireplace burns your eyes as you stare, unsmiling, into their shifting depths. Your love’s silky hair between your fingers grounds you to the world as you gently scratch and plait and soothe.

He’s so peaceful in sleep, worried forehead lines relaxed and lips slightly parted. He gets this night of rest, of uninterrupted dreams, and you get this night to protect him from the world.

You’re sitting up in bed, his head rested in your lap and arms around your waist, thin blankets tucked around him. It’s heartbreaking, how soft this scene in your little corner of hell is. A lump of coal falls from the fireplace onto the stone hearth, and your eyes follow it, watching for a while as it renders down to ash.

There’s nothing else you can think to do as the night slides by, deceivingly protective in its velvet darkness. You think you finally understand why Ymir made a deal with the Devil; if you could do the same to make this night last forever, you would.

When the last of the glow blinks from the coal, you turn to the window. It’s still only waning moonlight which filters in through rippling glass, but you know there’s not much time left. You take a shuddering breath and trace the curve of your love’s jaw with your thumb, memorizing the feel of scratchy stubble and the dip of a scar. He shifts, nuzzling his face into the pudge of your stomach and your heart flips.

“Shhh,” you soothe and return your hand to his blond hair.

In the morning, he’ll be leaving you, and you’ll be damned if you can’t spend every second until then with him in your arms.

In the morning, you’ll have to wake him, and he’ll leave you cold and aching in your bed.

In the morning, he’ll rub the sleep from his eyes, kiss you desperately, and be brave.

In the morning, he’ll go to war.

It’s always the same when he leaves you: cruel and heartbreaking and hopeless. For the hundredth time since becoming involved with Reiner, you curse the callousness of his circumstances. A child warrior trusted with the weight of an entire war, witness to the capture and death of his friends, doomed to die young. It’s no longer the chest-sucking anguish it had been when you first fell in love, instead settling into your bones as an aching sorrow. You wish, desperately, you could take the burden for him, reach into his soul and pull every last bit of hurt from him, get up in the morning and put on his red armband and march off to war.

Instead, you’re resigned to this soft hell. This quiet waiting.

Words come to you like a prayer, pushing from your throat and into the relentless night.

“Darkness, darkness, bind him to me, hide him in your velvet cloak. Come the dawn, he’ll rise and go a-marching to Fenario.” The familiar lullaby feels reedy and thin in your quivering notes, desperate and irrational. It’s taken on a different meaning since your mother sang it to you in her husky alto. Back then, it lulled you into dreams of everlasting love and romantic sacrifice. Now, you see it for what it is: a woman’s invocation, a plea, a bargain, meant for the witching hour and only the sickle moon to hear.

The next line is whispered into his skin, your head bent low to brush lips against his temple. “Brave my love, but false the King. False his wars, and false his dawn. Damn the grey that gains the sky, damn the sun, the King’s cold eye.”

As though summoned to spite you, the first grey light of dawn breaks through the window. You squeeze your eyes tight against it and curl further into your love, pressing trembling lips to his hairline. You should wake him now - a military man’s day starts at sunrise - but you selfishly hold him several minutes more.

When the glow of the fireplace is no longer brighter than the sunlight, diffuse through clouds, you take a shaky breath, smooth a hand down his broad back, and kiss him awake.

“My love,” you murmur into the shell of his ear over the sound of your splintering heart. “It’s time to wake up.”

[whats-her-quirk]

what's counselor marco's favorite camp tradition?? :D

valky 💕💕

It’s Marco’s first year as a counselor in this au, but I think he’s a simple man who would enjoy the weekly bonfires the most out of everything. That and maybe if there was like a sports tournament type activity 🙌

[cestcirque]

@therealvalkyrie LINK PLS I BEG 😭❣️

[kurokoros]

alisha I MUST know if gang orca is fuckable to you or I shall simply wither away

obviously gang orca is fuckable, what do you think I am a goddamn coward???

repulsive | no | just a hug | kissable | maybe | down to cuddle | yes | absolutely | Take Me Now

i’d top them | i’d bottom for them

i’d dom them | i’d sub for them

one night stand | fuckbuds | partner | marry me

[tsukishumai]

okay but what about atsumu + scorpio🥺🥺🥺 (ily<3)

omg hi bae ily more 💖

Atsumu is a popular man — star athlete, extremely handsome, charismatic to a fault. Everyone wants a piece of him, and he’s eager to show himself off, and you just couldn’t handle it. You’re too possessive of him, you don’t want to share, don’t trust that he’s not entertaining the attention from others, and it suffocated him

send me a character + your sign & I’ll tell you why you don’t work

[starstruckkittensweets]

According to @therealvalkyrie I am currently living the first chapter of an enemies to lovers 50k word fuckboy/student-teacher!au fic 😂