You really thought you're free from all of your duty and yet here you are back at it again with another twisted fate wh...
Heimdall Fanfic Request(could be both here or in Wattpad, depends how Tumblr is.)
this will be a request book from anyone that has some specific want for a story for Heimdall. I hope you guys like it...
Atreus x Platonic Reader
Random POV/Imagines with other Characters (platonic but if you guys have other characters req, I'll do my best to write them.)
Unpredictable Outcome
Set Up
Too Dangerous
Accepting The Danger
This is what I can do. I'm not really sure if I made it right. But still a progress for being new to this site. And hope this helps you get updates if it's to your liking.
He knew better, of course he knew. They're coming and he knows what they're planning.
Who was it? Was it them? The little giant that came from Midgard just to be an apprentice of the All Father? Or was it the mortal he saw climbing the wall not too long ago? He knew but at the same time he didn't.
Slowly, he takes a step towards the edge of the wall and his eyes narrowed almost menacingly, he can see that someone is climbing the wall again. But the more he can make out the person there, he can't tell if they're being a complete moron
"Just who do they think they are? Climbing the marvelous walls of Asgard."
And soon enough, there they are, all smiley at him as they grunt to pull themselves up to meet the flat surface of the wall "Heya Heimdall, good to see your frowning face once again! I got a trinket that the All Fat-" "enough with your lies, you can't hide the fact that you're just here to piss me off once again. You had the audacity to climb the wall AGAIN and think it will be alright the second time you attempted it." They raised their hands up in defense and they laughed almost mocking the Aesir "puh-lease, Heimdall, it's a beautiful day and you're spoiling it."
Heimdall just rolled his eyes as he turned away from them, all they did was climb the wall and just their mere presence is enough to ruin the peaceful day for him "I do not need your stupidity on this sacred land of Asgard, away with you, mortal."
Them on the other hand, made a dramatic action "oh you wounded me, Heimheim." He groaned at their antics and just crossed his arms in annoyance "you do this the second time around, Mortal. Out with it before I throw you off from your very place down to where you came from."
Another chuckle left their lips almost nodding in the process to show that his threat means nothing to them "oh, woe is me, Heimdall. I just want to chat, you see? I'm not posting a threat now, am i~?"
Heimdall scoffs at them without paying attention to the hurt look on their face
"fine then, I'll entertain your despicable attempt. What is it you want from me?"
"I want your honest opinion"
"and that is?"
For some unknown reason, something blocked him from reading their mind but he played it cool and crossed his arms in front of his chest with an unamused look in his bifrost eyes "Alright, I'll humor you. What is it?"
"It's something about Deez..."
"Deez...? Out with it, mortal."
Suddenly, they're grinning from ear to ear "Deez Nutz"
They didn't see Heimdall moving but suddenly, they got pushed off the edge "you are an abomination of a mortal..." Despite his calm exterior after the joke they pulled, he's seething in anger that he let a lowly human drive him insane.
Predatory (Yandere! RK900 x Detective Reader)( Chapter One.)
Authors Note- And looky here your bitch is back with yet another Yandere fanfic, this time featuring everyone’s favorite RK900 named Silas. Who slowly grows more and more obsessed with our Detective Reader. As you know I’ll add trigger warnings to my Authors Notes, and as you know this first chapter will only feature Obsessive thoughts from our beloved RK900 towards poor Reader. Now, that I got that out of the way here is chapter One of Predatory. I hope you enjoy.
Summary: You haunted his thoughts. The way you laugh, or talk or the way you look at him. You make him feel things that aren’t part of his programming. And if he was being honest he didn’t like it, and to top it off Silas also finds himself wanting you. And he will do everything in this power to get you. And once you belong to him, he’ll never let you go…
I don't want my account to die without any update... I'm still writing of course but it got slow, I've been really tired and busy since the start of the year. Sorry if I'm taking way too long with those requests.
Warning : this is part 2 for the Too Dangerous one, I kinda hesitated to write this smut, so please beware that this is going to be explicit and not suited for minors.
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It's been a while ever since I started taking baths in the springs with Heimdall, although I cannot say it's unpleasant anymore after that moment he held me in his arms so...feverishly.
Even after that, I went home home I can still feel his hands roaming around my body, it felt like he left a mark all over me.
But the way he left just made me want some more, maybe more than just touch... At this point, I would lose my mind if I still think about everything that happened
"Why did he do that...? Was he attracted to me?"
"Perhaps, maybe...messing with me...?"
These thoughts kept going no matter what I do.
Even when I was working, he's all I can think about. Everytime I work and hear the bell of my door chimes, I keep looking out if it's him who came but no, he never came at all. Not that I care, it's just unusual.
Things gotten normal for you at least and you haven't visited the springs for some time and you're not planning to do so. You're still weirded out that Heimdall acted that and it is making you feel...bothered. not in a bad way but in much more confusing state. You wanted to ask him why, you wanted to know what he's thinking but everytime you decide to visit him at the wall or even try to come to the springs, your feet won't even agree to do so. As if doubts are pulling you back "I need to stop thinking about him... It's not gonna make my work easy." You hammer down the metal in front of you, and frown even more "who the fuck am I kidding? He's not attracted to me, not even a single bit....he's just messing with me." But the way your hammer hit the hot metal is getting harder and louder, as if it can be heard from the outside making some people turn their heads to your shop.
After sometime, you finally take a break from all the work you're doing half of the day and sit down on one of your chairs to take a breather, the door of your shop opens and your eyes widened to see Thor standing there "Oh hi, Thor! Can I help you with something?" You asked, he shake his head to sit down next to you after dragging one of the chairs "Not really. I heard from people that you've been banging the metal like some maniac. I wanted to check if you're doing okay." His gruff voice is soft and you smile softly at him "Oh that...just toning down some steams... I'll be careful next time." Rubbing the back of your head, Thor stare at you, he's been watching you to be safe from danger. Even accompany you if you need some other materials from other realms. You two became good friends after you offer some good snacks to him and he promised to keep his eyes out if anyone dared to bother your peace, you can tell that he's concerned despite the fact that everyone in Asgard knows he's ruthless like any other Aesirs "I'm fine, Thor... I'm just thinking a lot lately..."
He grinned "I thought you're brainless." He grinned jokingly making you fake hurt "ouch! Meanie!" You laughed, punching his arm slightly making him chuckle as well "Well, if anything, you can tell me or Sif. You know you're important to us other than being our smith in this place." He assured, this somehow made you happy, ever since you stayed in Asgard Sif and Thor have been supportive of you, protecting you when other servants mocks your state being the Black Smith of the All Father. They made sure that they can't mess with you, however something is bothering you and you let out your very question "Ummm...Thor, if I may ask... Have you seen Heimdall lately?" Thor raised his brow at you as if you grow two heads out of nowhere "That's unusual, you never ask anything about that one. Why you asked?"
You shrugged, you really can't tell him what happened cause he might pick a fight with Heimdall "nothing really, he asked me to make a new bracers for him and yet he hasn't come around to get them is all." What you said is half lie, but majorly true because he hasn't really come to get the bracers for his armor, this made Thor stare at you intently, looking for any sign of deceit with your question "Not that I know of, you know well that prefers to stay out of sight of everyone since he knows better not to interact with anyone." He grunt on his seat and take an apple from the small basket infront of you two "Well, I'm going back, All Father needs me for something again." He looks tired and done with everything and yet you smile at him softly "Well, take care. I'll see ya around, Thor." Thor finally left with a nod before heading out of your shop.
Deciding that nothing will change with the situation a walk outside would suffice your running mind, so you decided to close the shop early today and leave a little note for anyone that would come and visit for their request. After pinning the close sign on the door, you went on your way to enjoy the breeze for the rest of the day even visited Sif to check up on Thor. You enjoyed her company even she sometimes forget that you're a friend of hers and her constant ranting about Thor's drinking habit. And went to the mess hall to find the God of Thunder drinking his mead like usual and he often let you join, striking the convo like old pals from many occasions. But no matter how much you distract yourself from you own dilemma, you can't help but wonder what could Heimdall be doing at the hours in the day.
Thor noticed your daze look, you're in a deep thoughts and since you haven't responded to him made him turn to look at you "Is something bothering you, little smith?" He asked, voice gruffing and lip smacking after he took another swig of his mead, you snap out of your dazed stare and shook your head in process as soon his voice reached your ears, the look in your eyes somehow caught his attention, perhaps too obvious that you're thinking about something or someone "Oh no no, I'm okay...nothing is bothering me." Your quick response gave it away, you're definitely thinking about something and it bothers you a lot. Thor is not the type to ask you what could be bothering you and made you zone out whenever there's a conversation going, however he knows you too well just by looking at your state of fidgeting at the same time "could have fooled me but I know something. Speak up." He may sound demanding but you know he's just concern about your well being, a smile form on your lips before you turn your gaze back to the mead in front of you and taking a big sipping gulp that almost made you choked "easy, I'm not gonna take your drink." Thor grinned as you start coughing "Ahem, sorry... Just a bit burn out is all." Thor barely can hear the hesitance from your own voice, and it made his eyes squint a bit at you before he gave a shrug of 'alright then.' kind of way.
You bid goodbye to Thor after a finishing your drinks with him. So much you wanted to just collapse somewhere and just sleep.
The night finally come and you find yourself stumbling to your home. "Maybe I should bath..." Your voice slurred slightly and then without worrying, you went to pick some clothes for you to wear, and head out to bath in the spring.
You wobble your way towards the familiar path, not carrying if you trip a little due to drunkness. You wanted to rant and all you can think about is Heimdall who seem to be away for sometime. He never visit your shop, he seem to have begone from you which you don't find amusing "who the hell does he think he is? Touching me like that and leaving me like that..." You begrudgingly bad mouthed him, you didn't care if he's somewhere, you didn't care if he can hear you. All you wanted is to relax and forget about him.
You finally reached the springs and you drunkenly take off your clothes like they're icky to your skin before you dip in the water. The warmth of it cause you to moan softly as it relaxes your body. A chuckle was heard and it made you turn your head to where Heimdall is "I was wondering where you are." That's a lie, he knew you were coming and you can't help but huff in annoyance "What the hell do you mean when I'm coming? I have you know, you left me all confused!" You slurred again, Heimdall sniff the air and he show a look of disgust "You drank with Thor." It left a bitter taste in his mouth as if he drank the mean itself from where he can smell it from you "so what?" You scoff, clearly not minding how much you drank with the big man "And you don't say or tell me what I do, you're selfish!" She yelled, she lean back on the edge, your head swaying a bit and strands of your hair sticking to your face with your eyes hazily stare back at him. Your cheeks are flushed red due to the alcohol you consumed, now you regret drinking way too much before you even come here "if you hated me that much, why would you even make a move like that?" You asked, this time you caught yourself slurring, you don't know why it affected you too much even tho there's no romantic development between you two "Why, you asked? Mhmm I wonder." Heimdall laughed, enjoying the scene in front of him "What's so funny?" Her eyes squinted at his form "You think it's fun being your toy?" This made Heimdall grinned, he made his way towards your hunched form, your head hanging dangerously low that your forehead is touching the water "now now, we don't want you drowning here. You'll taint the fresh water with your dead body if we let that." He smirk, putting a finger on your forehead to raise it up "Now, why would you think I'm toying you? Mhm? Explain to me how." His sarcasm filling the air, you huff and lean forward to him causing you bodies pressing to each other "You...Heimdall...you touched me so...intimately...and then...poof! You're gone! Like who does that?!" Pointing a finger on his bare chest, his chuckle rumbling as you keep going "You beautiful...piece...of shit!" Heimdall is amused, way too amused. You call him beautiful and yet a piece of shit, he is indeed that God who look down and berate the others, which he didn't care as long as he knows he's at the top. He grip your chin between his two fingers, making you look up at him while you rant. He kept listening to your words and reading your mind at the same time, you are indeed a fine entertainment and would remember to put you in a drunken state for fun. But your words doesn't match your thoughts.
You noticed his silence and hit your fist on his chest to catch his attention, he knows this and yet he let you "What are you thinking right now?" You asked, slurring your words again but he stared at you instensely, almost making you sober "You do talk a lot." He whispered, he sees your fantasy...how you wanted him, how you needed him. Yet you did not admit, not an ounce of truth from your words and somehow that caught his attention "How do you want me?" He asked, riling your mind to speak for yourself, he wanted to hear it from your lips, his face dangerously getting closer to you. You stare back at him, as if your own mind making you snap out of it and purse your lips thin "What do you think?" You asked back, daring him... Doing the same thing he's doing, just staring at each other and trying to get what you want.
You wanted him, you showed him in your mind how you wanted him and it made him look down at you with the most eat-shitting grin "I see, you're not just annoying, you're demanding as well. And you think, you can get what you want. How pathetic, don't you think?" His smile growing wolfishly, he wanted to grant you what you want and yet, he wants to prolong and see how much you can last before you give in.
You both remain still against each other, but Heimdall wanted to make you beg for it. You felt his hand going over your back, and you yelp softly as he touch your bottom, massaging it, you heave softly at this but you did not break your eye contact with him. You know he's teasing you now, since his other hand move under your thigh to lift it a bit for his other hand slip between your folds, he did not insert his finger inside your heat but he play around your entrance to make you whine "S-stop..." He chuckled, he use the advantage of you being lift with your leg up around his waist to pin you to the edge, pressing his body closer to you. You gasped as you felt something in front standing between your legs and you look at him with your face burning "Even I'm an piece of shit like how you see me, I have manners. I don't know about you, your mind speaks well than your pretty little mouth." He mocked, you glare at him but soon to moan again as he rub himself against your clit "F-fuck..." Oh how lovely you sound, so desperate but not yet, he wanted to hear you beg for it "Are you really gonna lie to me like this, smith?" His tone sounding more authorative than usual, you're more tougher than he thought "Let me hear them... Voice out your thoughts and I shall grant you your fantasy..." He growls next to your ear. He wanted to feel you around him as much as you want to feel him inside you.
He growls softly on her skin, kissing her neck down to her collarbone, she wanted to resist him but his grip and his touch made it impossible for her to think coherently, all she can take about is him alone. He likes how her mind is being honest but he wanted her to speak "Your pretty mind is being WAY too honest, sunshine... You have to speak up, what do you desire?" He almost purred on her shoulder, she push her hips towards his as his cock would rub on her nub, his hand keep playing around her folds gaining small moans from her that he can feel "Mhmm, not quite what I want, go on, sunshine, tell me. Do you like how I pressed against?" 'yes...' he chuckled as her mind speaks for her again, he pull away ever so slightly from her.
They both stare at each other, his other hand knead on her breast, oh how soft they feel in his hand, like they're for him to touch "H-Heimdall..." She gasped as his fingers found her hardened bud, pinching it so slightly weighing down to capture the other with his mouth. Her body push forward making her breast smushed on his face as he suckle on her nipple, sending down a shiver on her spine. His tongue would flick over and over again on the same back making it harder, he moves his head to the other one to provide the same treatment, her hand found their way to his head while she caress his blond locks, she wants more "you really are suppressing your own words from your thoughts, I thought you're better than that." He smirked, looking up at her through his lashes, she knows he wanted to hear her. Her mind clearing up from the drunkness earlier, now replaced with lust for the All-seeing God "...p-please...more..." She whimpers, his other hand would ever so light pressing on her heated entrance. She wanted to feel his finger pumping inside her but he denies her the privilege "And what do we say when you wanted something? Mhm? Be more honest, sunshine. Or else I would not continue." She's close to her breaking point, she panic inside. She don't want him to stop "P-please...touch me...taste...me...fuck me..." Word after word she let him hear, each word she let out made his grin grew bigger, his cock hardening even more as he thrust his hips to gain friction through her clit "That's it, that's what I want to hear, you made it so easy, sunshine." He grab her waist for her to sit on the edge, her skin shining through the small lamp that was hanging above them, giving them a dim light just enough to see more of her pleasured face. He spread her legs, holding her hips up a little as he lean towards her cunt. His breath fanning on her folds as he kiss her inner thighs gently, sucking and biting them to leave marks that shows his possession towards her, using his thumbs to spread her lips below, he take a whiff of her scent before sticking his tongue on her entrance up to her clit, this made her throw her back slightly with her arms supporting her not to fall back on the grass. Heimdall takes his time to savor her, he wanted more of it as he dig his tongue in her cunt, she can feel it wiggling inside of her while his thumb draw circles on her nub. Her mind got hazy once more "H-Heimdall, Heimdall...!" That's what he wanted to hear, he wanted to make her remember his name and imprint it in her mind as continue to devour her. Her hand reach for his head, her hips jerking, pushing his face to feel more of his sweet ministration "...I'm gonna...!" He knows, he pull away from her and lick his lips "not yet." He groan in satisfaction, how his tongue glaze with her juices but it made her whine even more as he denies her release "It would be ashame if I just let you enjoy the pleasure." He motion her to move further, she use her worned dress as she let him get out of the water, her eyes widened as he stand with his hardening cock, seeing it twitch and pre-cum dripping from the tip "You're drooling, sunshine. Would you like a taste?" He look down at her with teasing look, his cocky attitude remains, she did not say a word as she get on her knees close to him. She hesitately reach on the head of his cock, her thumb rubbing his slick coming out, she did not waste much longer as her mouth open to take him in her mouth, her eyes close as she savor him, her hand pumping his length with her tongue circling on the head, Heimdall let out a shaky breath "very good, sunshine..."
Gaining her confidence, she push her head as his cock completely enters, hitting the back of her throat gently. He can tell she's struggling to take his cock whole while she stroke the remaining length she can't fit, oh how her mouth feels good, he wanted to take control and shove his cock deeper down her throat "suck it harder." He commanded, she hallowed her cheeks as she pull back and forth, it's arousing, turning him one each suck she make. He grab her head with both hands with her looking up at him confused, his eyes hold a glint of something she cannot tell before she could ask, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper in her throat, he keep it there for a moment while she held her breath until Heimdall pull his hips back a little and thrust back to her mouth again "Keep your mouth open...I wanted to do this, I wanted you to savor each thrust" he groan as his hips snap forward again and again. She's starting to see stars, her throat getting sore a bit but it made her more aroused. Her own hand playing with her dripping cunt while he keeps fucking her mouth. He's close...he wanted to release "F-fuck...!" He hisses, reaching to his peak. She brace herself as he thrust one last time to spill his seeds deep down her throat, she willingly swallowed every drop before he pull his cock out of her mouth but it did not soften, in fact it's throbbing once more.
Heimdall look down at her hazy eyes, her chest raising up and down with her mouth open and his cum dripping on her chin. "You look pretty like that." He commented and kneel in front of her "lay on your back." She nod, following his command as he crawl on top of her, he put a hand on under her leg and lift it over his shoulder, positioning his cock to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly on her clit causing her to moan out again "tell me, sunshine...how do you want me?" He pant, his hair sticking to his face, his Bifrost eyes staring down at her as they swirl with amusement "...I want you to be...rough..." He grinned, so big that it almost rip his cheeks. Without a warning, he shove his cock entirely inside her cunt, causing the air in her lungs knocking out. He did waiting for her to be comfortable and adjust for him before she motion her hips that allows him to move. He pull out his cock until to the tip, and did the same harsh shove inside her and she swear it hit her womb completely"H-heimdall...!" Oh how your voice is like a melody for him, how it satisfy his hunger and thirts that made his thrust fast and deep. Each time it hit a certain spot it made her cry out in pleasure. Like drowning her as he pound her cunt hard and deep. He kept her leg up on his shoulder with the angle for him to keep going. He wanted to bruise your insides, how he wanted to
mark her that she belongs to him now and forever "Fuck!!" He felt her walls clench around his cock that made his own eyes roll back in pleasure. He groans and moans as well, as if her own sounds made him feel everything. As if the world vanishes around them and leaves only the two of them.
Heimdall let go of her leg and as he leaned down to press himself against her, his hips kept moving and his cock went deeper and harder each time. He wanted more, he wanted to have the release along with her. He grabbed her face as he kissed her sloppily, their tongue twisting and turning, muffling their voices out of pleasure in each other's mouth, he swallowed her voice.
His cock hit her sweet spot that made her scream out "T-there! D-don't stop! Ahhh~!!!" Heimdall moans loudly, resting his arms on both sides of her head while she wraps her legs around his waist to pull him closer. Her cunt is dripping so much, making his cock slide easily and precisely, the same sensation she felt earlier returned, making her scream out his name, repeating it over and over again like a prayer "I-Im gonna...cum...! I'm gonna cum!!" Her nails digging on his back making him groan out in pain and pleasure at the same time "G...go on...haha, cum for me, sunshine...cum for me...I will make a mess of your insides." He breathes out, he leans back again just to see her face, contorting in pleasure, her back arch upwards as her walls tighten around him, finally reaching her own release and covering his cock with her cum. He didn't stop thrusting faster, she started to whine as he kept his pace, chasing his own release.
He did not care that she started crying out from overstimulation and spilled his own cum deep inside of her womb. He hips keep snapping, making sure she's completely full of him that made her cum the second time.
Both of them are panting heavily, Heimdall tilts his head up to catch his breath, he looks down at her face that makes him grin. Her eyes are half-lidded open and dazed from pleasure, mouth open with her drool dripping on her chin, her face is red and her chest heaving but his favorite part is when he pulls out his cock that made his cum drip out of her hole. He uses his finger to push back his own seeds "you pretty little thing." He muttered, he smirked as her mind was completely fogged up. Pulling her to sit up, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips
"You...you are my favorite toy from now on."
He caresses her face with a mischievous smile, her head resting on his chest while he draws circles on her back.
She can't think, she can't move, her legs are trembling from doing it. She wanted to say a word but all she can think of is Him...and he loves it.
"You're mine, little smith."
(Whoooo...finally done after being away for a long time. I hope you'll enjoy it, cheers!)
Synopsis — after observing you for so long, taking occasional peeks at your thoughts and mind; he notices your longing for him. In more ways than one.
· words — 6.5K.
· warnings — please read ! fluff, smut, soft heimdall (might be ooc.) confessional sex, love confessions, mild praise kink, strangers to friends to lovers, heimdall cries, god(dess)!reader, fem!reader, dialogue about tattoos, power imbalance?? I mean he only mentions it once, biting, dry humping, grinding, daydreaming, bad flirting, heimdall is bad at feelings, fingering, pet names, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, biting, scratching, crying, self indulgent, choking. Not beta read at all.
· notes — Alright, im trying my hand at a reupload. I deleted my last account, where i originally posted this due to personal reasons. First fanfic in years, don't go easy on me. Im still recovering from my injury, but i do have many fanfictions planned. Enjoy my minor psychoanalysis and doting of a shitty man who, frankly, deserved much better. Story wise and character wise.
Remember, dont like it? Dont read.
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It had all started with a look. You could even go so far as to categorize it as a glare, full of suspicion and skepticism. Once you had caught sight of him– you knew that it would be over for your heart. Yet, you still persisted and refused to let go of your growing juvenile crush on the aesir god. The mere thought of him caused your mind to go haywire and blank out in the most important moments, fueling your anxiety in sizeable quantities. The more time you spent around, or anywhere near his general vicinity, made your head spin and limbs mush. It was an odd part of you that longed for him so dearly, someone that was so adamantly clear about his loathing of everybody that so much as dared breathe the same air as him. You yearned to tear open the walls he placed himself behind and know what lied beneath his outward persona. As the thoughts inevitably began to delve deeper into more carnal territory,
He began to pay attention.
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You're not paying attention to the person speaking to you. You hardly even believe that you're breathing, and if you were, you were sure it got caught in your throat. Your gaze tends to trail off and unfocus during conversation, a bad habit of getting easily distracted; but you digress. While casually roaming your eyes around the large dining hall, half paying attention to your companion and not, piercing violet eyes lock with yours from across the mess hall, dark irises unmoving. Laying comfortably on a soft blanket of furs with his right leg folded over his other and a book propped open; the other hand encircled around a shiny blood red apple. You practically do a double take; blinking stupidly, mouth threatening to drop open. What could he possibly be staring at you for? Heimdall was akin to an enigma to you and practically every living organism all around Asgard. Cocky, selfless, not above his chronic skepticism and only caring about things that could benefit himself, you truly had a hard time believing you had anything he wanted.
The man was typically uninterested in you unless absolutely necessary and interactions between you both were always devoid of extended contact, but what was with the sudden change? His head tilts to the side during the prolonged eye contact, eyes skimming over your body in slow confident strides— and you can't help but fall to the full body shiver that encompasses your pliant form. As if suddenly your limbs are heavy and your ears stuffed with cotton, unwilling to pay attention to the surrounding commotion. You're involuntarily left awestruck and trapped, your poor heart upping its tempo. He was always sporting a look of anger, yet as he's neutral, face calm and devoid of his residual rage and ostentatiousness, he truly was beautiful. To the curl of his braids framing his ear, adorned with golden cuffs and the confident way he held himself; you always felt your attention be drawn to him no matter what. Though you're fairly certain the god had undoubtedly noticed your lingering gazes on him when you thought nobody was aware. Heimdall smirks like the cat who caught the canary, observant as always.
He must have read into your thoughts and heard your admiration. You sit and ask yourself subtly if he's been doing that for as long as you've known him. It's not too far of a reach to say that you had caught his attention more than once, though anxiety creeps up and downplays his sudden attention to you at all. After all, you weren't as important as he; one of Odin's pawns nonetheless, but a less crucial one to play. His ability made him all the more useful to the All-Father, while yours was simply better for behind the scenes work. Admiration had gone a long way since you had been introduced to him, a dark summer day was when the All-Father had found you and seen the extent of your magical prowess.
Overjoyed, he had complimented and praised you to the high realms, and goaded you into working for him. Being abruptly introduced to his left hand man was a different ordeal entirely. He was rude, brash, and had a mental wall as high as hrimthurs. His words held bite, articulating every insult to chip at the confidence you had in your field, the confidence the All-Father had so 'graciously' granted you. However, you began to understand. He didn't want you to take his place; his 'importance' to his father. He might not have been willing to admit it, but you could tell he was worried his position was at risk. While being so fiercely loyal, having to regard every other god with such suspicion and passive-aggression came from a place of deep rooted insecurity. You had never commented on it, but you knew it was there; and you consoled him for it.
Or, had tried to, but he just simply laughed at you. You caught the flash of a look of doubt before his face was stone cold yet again. As time began to pass, the more insistent Odin was pairing the two of you together for work and errands. You did admit that the both of you worked incredibly well together; as if you were both in a perpetual state of synchronization in every battle, holding your own and taking care of eachother in your own ways. Though heimdall was more reluctant to admit it to himself. He hated doing work with you, as every time he did, he noticed something new to admire about you; small intricacies that quite frankly didn't matter. He admonished himself for his thoughts, spending days and nights fighting with his own mind to figure out just why were you so magnetic to him? On one hand you curse his ability to know what you're thinking, simply for the abhorrently shameless thoughts about him that have been gradually upping in frequency lately.
But on the other hand, you prefer to not have to say what you're thinking aloud, not because you were above being audacious, but this was the Heimdall. The man that positively oozed confidence in waves as thick as his hair, and words that cut through your confidence like a pretty bi-frosted knife. (And probably because you had developed a more tame longing for him and his company.) Though, you're not the least bit surprised that he would find it amusing, his ego boosted and confidence effectively sparking brighter, like gasoline added to an everburning flame. His fingers are splayed open on the back of the book, and you follow the movement intently as his index and middle finger traces the spine of the book slowly. Wanton need sparks inside of you— fantasies springing to life of what his calloused and unmarked fingers could do to your body, oh so willing to please. Your legs fight to lock themselves and relieve the tension that keeps building the longer you hold his eyes to yours. You lick your bottom lip, suddenly dry. You catch him following the movement.
Your breathing begins to foolishly pick up its pace, alerting your worried companion of your state. "Hey!" A pair of soft yet scarred hands place themselves on your shoulders and shake you out of your reverie. "Jeez, I was calling you for a while, there. Everything alright?" Altó's voice was worried, head tilting as he removed his hands from your body; his eyebrows were furrowed towards his temple, a pout forming on his lips. "Oh? Oh! Mhm, all is alright, Altó. I'm sorry I worried you. What were you saying?" Your gaze softens and your body relaxes, you were sure the apprentice had plenty enough on his plate to worry about. His eyes search yours, though he's without the gift of seeing intent, you worry that he'll see through you. You hope your expression is convincing enough. "Hm…'kay, if you're sure, then! Don't be afraid to tell me if somethings up!" Apparently finding what he had been looking for within your guise, he returns to excitedly ramble about the day he had spent with his mentor and detailing what he had eaten earlier.
From your peripheral, You see Heimdall rise from his seat with a sour expression. Posture tense and apple forgotten.
The next time you see Heimdall, is on the training grounds. It was a pleasant day so far, with the surprisingly low amount of chores and errands to run for the All-Father. You had wandered through the great lodge, spoken to thrùd and sif, though you were sure that thor was at the great hall drowning himself in mead again; you had hoped to speak with him. Seeing the mental decline of one of your closest companions throughout the years isn't easy. But sif had insisted that she handle it herself. Passing through the suspended bridges, you languidly moved your body with the breeze of the spring evening, yearning for some time away from noise. Far from the commotion of the harsh tutelage of the valkyrie and bustling assaults of the einherjar, you sought peace and quiet to let yourself finally think. But your mind emptied in another way than you initially intended, your thoughts blanking at the scene in front of you.
Poised and refined, he strikes his sword into the training dummy repeatedly, pivoting and dodging an imaginary opponent, slashes quick and calculative, before slicing its head clean off from its lower body. He huffs, and returns his sword into his hilt, a small bead of sweat trailing down his chin to his throat. "If your mouth opens any wider, I'm sure you'll catch flies." He turns himself to you as he speaks, hands on his thin waist. You sheepishly fidget with the skin of your cuticles, trying to distract yourself from thinking of your abashed actions early this morning; or even worse, about your affection for him.
"What is it you need? I'm sure you're not all too busy, seeing as you spend so much time gawking at me no matter what, anyways." His grin only widens as the words come out of his mouth, stepping away from the decapitated dummy, to make his way to you. "You were simply just where I wanted to go to relax." Instinctively, you back away from his intimidating aura. His presence was a surprise, but still welcome all the same. "Mhm. And yet, you stare at me as if I am the best thing you've ever seen. Is it that...you like what you see?" His strides are long and almost hurried, but purposeful, as he pushes you into a nearby wall adjacent to the training grounds.
With each step he takes forward to you, you scuttle back, eyes widening at the small slam of your back meeting a wall. Immediately averting your gaze from meeting his smoldering one, you keep yourself trained onto the soft grass caressed by the afternoon wind. He was…making a move on you?! Your mind couldn't believe the situation you were quite literally slammed into; a situation that had only ever sprung to life in your dreams was coming to realization right now! You couldn't let him see how much you wanted him to destroy you– to defile your body with his thick cock and kiss away your tears when you cry that it was too much for you to handle. You were getting off track, don't think about things like that! he can hear it, you would never be able to live that down.
“I don't remember telling you you could look away from me. Don't be so impolite, sunshine.” His hand tilts up your face by your chin, chastising you for averting yourself from him. His hold isn't rough by any means, but he gives you absolutely no room for movement unless initiated by him. Heimdall's face is contemplative when his eyes lock onto your face; as if memorizing and etching the expression drawn onto your face into his mind. He huffs a sigh from his nose, head tilting with his hand tilting your own to follow his. “Now, don't think that I didn't notice that little show you put on in the great hall. why don't you give me an encore, hm?” His knee abruptly parts your legs, placing itself in between the empty space before you could feel the loss.
His chest is flush to yours, the only pillar to your weak balance. "Do I affect you that much?" He laughs cheekily, pressing his thigh into you harder, eyes trailing to your quivering form. Humming, Heimdall grabs your hips with his other hand, rocking you onto his knee slowly, observing your reaction. "Go ahead, rub yourself on me, slut." He knows he has hardly overstepped, rather, chose to willingly step right into the beginning of your fantasies. He had been thinking about you as well, and an opportunity like this does not simply come up often. You hold back a whimper, the muscle of his thigh flexing and applying more pressure to your need as you start to ride his thigh.
Heimdall wasn't monstrously built at all in many ways; but he was lithe and agile, frame slender yet still built in the right places. Yet, every drag of his leg across your heated skin sent electric sparks straight to your clouded mind and clothed cunt. "What if…hah, what if someone sees? We could get in trouble," You meekly call out, hands gripping the wrist holding your chin, eyes clouding over and mouth parting. He stares into your eyes, and appears to be stunned, before laughing incredulously. "You don't even care, do you? Here you are, acting all shy and demure. Yet, you wouldn't give two shits if someone was watching us right now, would you?" His leg pauses from its movements, causing yours to halt as well, watching you with a raised brow and curled lips.
Your face burns from his declaration; and the damn near whine of disappointment that slips out when he forces both of you to stop— and you know deep down that it was true. A debauched part of you couldn't find a single care in all the nine realms to give for if your position were to be compromised. He was always your main focus, afterall. Loving him means that he took a lavish amount of space in your head. Heimdall wasn't simply somebody who you could take your eyes off of, his presence demanded attention and praise (when it was needed), and who were you to deny him? "Such a little vixen, aren't you?" He leans into your ears, letting go of your chin to crowd you into the crook of his neck, hands grabbing his shoulders for stability. His lips find easy purchase on your jaw, sucking and licking at the unmarked skin.
"A little vixen who has such whorish thoughts about their superior… for so long, moreover. " your hands tighten around the cloth of his tunic, legs clenching onto his own, willing for your arousal to simmer down; it was going up way too fast, you needed to stop him before someone found out— "You may try to lie to yourself, darling, but your body doesn't lie. Why do you think I'm doing this?" He hums quizzically at his own question, hands trailing from their purchase on your hips to your chest. "Because I've wanted to know what this pretty body of yours wants from me. Your mind may say you're embarrassed to do this in public, but…" he removes his leg, and you fight to stay upright, yelping quietly and leaning back harder onto the wall. He pries open your clenching thighs and fingers the fabric above your cunt, smirking smugly at the slick that connects to his skin. "Clearly your needy little pussy knows what's best for you, doesn't it?" He throws his head back and outright laughs at you, trailing his clean hand through his braided hair, loosening it slightly.
"Don't act like you're any better, heimdall. I've seen the way you stare at me," Defiantly, you manage to quip back at him. A feat on its own, but you're not sure it was exactly appreciated in the moment. Regaining your stability, you push off from the wall, but choose to keep resting yourself near it. "You've been lusting after me just as long as I have you, haven't you?" Heimdall pauses his laughter at your words, resuming his position towering over you. His right hand slams itself onto the wall, right beside your head and you flinch from the harsh contact. "Don't be so proud of yourself. The more time I spend with you, is the more time that I have to listen to your…explicit and lovey dovey thoughts. Perhaps I simply got tired of it and decided to give you what you so crave." His face is neutral, not strewn with anger like you had assumed it would be; yet his eyes hold a certain emotion that you cant place.
You quickly squash down the thought that it could possibly be doubt swirling in his violet irises. Him? Doubting his own words? Heimdall wasn't one for…feelings. His only main priorities was protecting Asgard and preventing Ragnarök from happening, you knew you were nowhere close to his list of prime concerns. But, all those patrols you had gone on together, all the enemies you've fought side to side with; he had trusted you enough for you to watch his back and keep him safe. That meant something, right? The late night chats and visits to him from atop the wall; the comfortable silence in relishing eachothers company, the insults that no longer held any bite to them? Grasping at mental straws, Heimdall sees your dilemma.
He knows he's by far not exactly easy when it comes to deciphering (a trait he can't help but be proud of,) but acts of trust to anybody who wasn't the all-father were not common whatsoever. Your brows furrow while you're thinking, and he resists the urge to flick you on your forehead. The way your nose scrunches up when you're concentrating makes you look…cute. "I think you might just like me just as much as I like you. You were simply avoidant because you couldn't figure yourself out, huh?" You smirk up triumphantly, meeting his eyes, at last. Eyes alight and bright, you fight to seem confident in your question, but he can see you're doubting yourself, asking yourself if you've misread the situation. He huffs internally and berates himself for having to agree with you in the long run.
Throughout the centuries, you've been deployed by his side. You were merely a thorn to him at first; an easy footstool for him to gain more approval from the All-Father. But something had certainly changed a couple of decades ago. He had recently come to terms with it. He had fallen for you; your confidence in your abilities, the way you held yourself, kind and open to new possibilities, the warrior side of you he was only able to see, your patience and perseverance. You wanted to help him, heal him, and soothe the old and fresh scars of his mind with your love, a tenderness that had never once been reserved for him, at all. He wasn't exactly sure what had initially drawn him to you.
Perhaps it was the way you sought approval from him, willing for his trust and companionship, going out of your way to spend time with him, filling the lonely silence with your hums and stories recalling what you had done and seen that day. You gave him a chance, even when he was cruel to you; even when he had made you shed tears from his words. He wanted to apologize, wanted to tell you that he did in fact like you, pour out his heart for you and bear himself and his mind naked and vulnerable for you to know what he was thinking rather than the other way.
But, actions speak louder than words, don't they? So he connects his lips to yours, relishing in the soft gasp you give when he pushes you back, flush onto the wall. Your eyes mist over with the overwhelming amount of feelings running through your mind, doubt erased completely by his reciprocity. He longs to speak the three words he knows you want to hear, but not yet. He needs to show you his adoration in other ways. Your arms curl over his neck to place your hands to the short hairs at the base of his neck, playing with the ends of his braids. He parts from your lips, thumbing the apple of your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. "Such a little cry baby. Don't get in over your head, vixen. We aren't done here yet." You simply smile sweetly at him, and push your face into your arm, gazing at him with your head tilted, bringing your body as close to him as you could. You kiss and nibble at his skin, carding your hands lovingly through his hair. His hands trail down your body, briefly grasping at the base of your throat, before replacing his hands with his lips.
The snuffed out fire was quickly reignited at the feel of his mouth on your skin, marking you as his. Your hands tightened their grip on his hair as he bites down onto your skin, a breathy moan slipping from your lips. Snickering, he palms at your ass, grabbing you and arching your back so your pelvis was directly onto his. You feel the fabric of his pants and the print of his cock, leaking with precum. "Feel what you do to me," he groans, hand trailing down into your pants, feeling your sopping pussy through your panties. He draws gentle circles onto your mound and traces his fingers around your labia, evidently everywhere but where you wanted him the most.
"Dirty tease." Huffing, you admonish him for teasing you. He simply responds by pushing his hand into your underwear, index finger onto your hood and pushing it back, pressing down onto your aching clit with his middle finger. He rubs slow methodical circles onto it, placing more pressure on it the more sounds you let out. You bite back the needy sound that fights to escape you from the feeling but fail, unable to concentrate. Having his body so close to you; you're caressed and enveloped by his scent, things that could only possibly be attributed to his person, making your mind be filled to the brim with only thoughts of him. "Please, i, fuck…i want you," breaths picking up in speed, you claw at his clothed back and rock with his fingers, longing for them to be inside of you.
He dips his index and middle finger into you; clit briefly forgotten, but quickly remembered when he thumbs at it. You whine as your hole parts to welcome his fingers, willing yourself open further. Hissing subtly at the pull that your pussy gives to his fingers, he laughs at your body greedily fucking itself into him. He follows the movement, longing to hear the obscene sounds your body makes for him before removing them. "Fine, I'll give you what you want. But not here." He relishes in the excited clench you give around him, hoping for his finger to be replaced with his dick, instead. He makes a show of licking your slick off of his fingers, dipping his digits into the cavern of his mouth. He kisses you once he licked off every bit of you he had on him, and you jump when his tongue finds itself tangled in yours abruptly.
Tasting yourself on his tongue was a new experience, but the ferocity of his kiss makes your head spin and inhibitions crumble into mere dust. You palm him through his pants, thumbing at the weeping imprint of his cock, tracing the generous impression with your hand. You moan breathily into his ear, squeezing his bulge. “Take me, Heimdall. I'm yours.” The sound that slips from his mouth is nothing short of animalistic, and he grabs your arm roughly, dragging you into the great lodge, glaring at every asgardian that dares to meet his eyes. They send pitying eyes to your form, yet you can't find it in yourself to care, he wasn't going to do what they had thought, anyways. You feel more of your arousal coat your underwear as the anticipation grows. You reach his room, finally. He shoves the door closed, not minding the loud slam it gives on impact.
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His body leans over your hunched form, securely resting between his parted legs. He cups you through your pants, relishing in the sharp inhale you take when he squeezes and traces slow figure eights on your clit. His breath fans over your exposed neck, lips slowly, teasingly, roaming around the expanse of your jaw and throat. He sucks onto the unmarked skin with fervor, hands palming at your chest and tweaking the stiff peaks of your nipples. You jolt into his hot touch with a weak whimper of his name, grinding your ass into the tent of his pants, fabric taught and tight. Your hips wax and wane to the outline of his cock, begging for the friction you know only he is capable of granting you. Condescendingly, he chuckles, and bites down at the junction between your neck and shoulder— hips finally canting into your sex at the sound of your broken mewl with drawn out purpose. He thumbs the outline of your arousal with practiced ease, as if second nature.
You keen at his touch, unable to stop yourself from following the movement of his fingers, your hips refuse for his touch to leave you, unwilling for the fire in your pelvis to snuff out. "Fuck, please, more?" Mouth propped open and eyes glazed over with unreleased lust, his eyes meet your own, and you're unable to catch the pathetic sound that crawls its way out of your throat at the look in his eyes. Heavy with lust and dominance, his lashes flutter over his cheeks as they narrow to look down into your own. His free arm thumbs at the inside of your thigh slowly, inching to your center but never meeting its point. He brings himself to your ear, removing his hand from your thigh to roughly grasp at your throat, making your breath hitch and hips grind down onto his bulge on impulse.
"What is it that you want?" Huffing a dreamy sigh and leaning into his firm but gentle embrace, you stare up into his violet eyes and watch as he trails his gaze over the blotches blooming and decorating your skin with the utmost pride, a small smile tugging at his lips. His eyes meet yours once more as he waits for your answer, grip tightening and eyebrow arching with question. "You. Only you, heimdall. Please?" Clawing at his tunics cuffs, you grab his wrist and press it down onto your heady provocation shamelessly. He hums low and inquisitively, tracing small figure eights onto the spot that makes you buck into his touch harder. With his unoccupied hand, he keeps your hips down flush onto his own, refusing to give away the pressure your backside gives his growing cock. Your lips desperately search for his, tongue wetting your bottom lip.
The burning want and overwhelming need of having all of him on every part of you is making your head spin. Sensing your struggle, he huffs out a laugh through his nose before tilting your head back to meet your mouth with his own. His love is bruising and rough, only with the smallest undertones of the gentleness lying within, but you don't want him to be gentle. Not now, atleast. The kiss quickly becomes heated and messy, drool trailing down your chin, down to the hand that restricts your breathing. His tongue finds yours quickly, sloppily meeting with your own as you quickly submit to the onslaught. You drink up the taste of his tongue and spit, the feeling of his hand pushing you onto his clothed cock with increasing rhythm, his labored breathing mingling with your own, together with the small grunts and moans that he lets escape into your oral embrace.
He smirks cheekily, patronizingly squishing the apples of your cheeks with the hand that was once on your trachea.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" You shake your head in agreement, eagerly shifting on his lap, pelvis taught from his teasing caresses. Impatient taps at your thighs bring your attention to his hands, he murmurs an uncharacteristically soft, 'up.' and obediently, you follow his command. You allow him to get up from his seated position, watching his every move with heady anticipation. He unties his pants and steps out of them, unhurried and calm, moving to remove his tunic and gear onto his dresser. He takes his time, that much was clear, yet you fidget and marvel silently as more of his skin becomes visible to you. He has tattoos, you notice, gold markings spanning across his arms and ending before they meet his elbow. Intricate yet small, they still catch your eye.
His body is littered with small and (at first,) unnoticeable clusters of beauty marks and freckles. You yearn to feel him, to revel in the sensation of running your hands over his fair skin. So, you reach to touch him; yet hesitate, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. A sudden wave of softness washes over Heimdall. Your interest in him was always a breath of fresh air, a clear reminder that he was more than just the watcher of the aesir, more than a mindless puppet with no free will. There was more to him than his brutal work ethic, his (frankly) tiring and overwhelming amount of loyalty and insecurity. He grabs your wrist and places it on his chest, giving you the nonverbal confirmation you needed. You hum, and slowly run your fingers around his arms and stomach, stopping to thumb at the gold markings briefly.
"You should feel honored. To gaze upon me bare." He smirks cheekily and hardly moves when you rake your fingernails along his pecs in retaliation. You roll your eyes and sigh with mock wistfulness, removing your hand from his body. "Truly, the highest of honours." Bowing dramatically, he merely lets out a small chuckle and begins to advance on you. Backed into the headboard of his large bed, you let yourself lay down; appreciating the view of him above you. You catch the way his eyes soften a smidge when they meet yours. He reaches to remove your clothing, briefly checking your face for permission before proceeding. Raising your hips so your underwear can be removed, Heimdall's breath hitches the more he sees. Prodding your legs open slowly, you shiver from the heat of his gaze trained on your pussy. "What? Like what you see?" You smugly use his earlier words against him, letting out a squeak when he pinches down onto your clit. Brows furrowed, you pout up at him; expression falling for a moment at the look on his face. He's smiling.
Not his usual smile, but a true and honest smile. His expression is a picture perfect replication of 'soft' and 'content'. He stares at you as if he adores you; unspoken words looming in the air between you both. You long to hear him say it, but understand that it must be hard. His visage tells you everything you need to know. Heat creeps up to your neck and core; why did you find the thought of him loving you back so appealing? To feel so loved by a man as high as he, self-centered and selfish, possibly being able to love another? You clench around nothing at the thought, embarrassment crawling up into your mind. "Will…" he starts, his voice leading you to meet his eyes once more. "Will you let me have you?" Thumbing your inner thigh, he doesn't break contact with you. His face is the most relaxed you've ever seen it be. Though, he seems unsure. Hesitant and a fraction of afraid that you'll reject him. "Mn. I'm yours, Heimdall." Lips meeting each other halfway, slow and methodically the kiss prolongs. You both gasp when his cockhead prods at your hole; lubricating himself with your slick. Breaking the kiss, you look down to where you will eventually become one and your breath gets punched out of your throat. He was thick and long; yet clean shaven and hair taken care of. It wasn't your first tryst; but you were unsure if it was going to— "Don't worry, it'll fit." He lays a kiss on your forehead, letting his head hover next to your ear. "If not, I'll make it fit." He pushes into your heat as he finishes, making your muscle tense at the intrusion.
You will yourself to calm down and welcome the sting, crossing the line between pleasure and pain. "Fuck, let me in, darling." The pet name catches you off guard as you tighten on him, rewarding you with a groan from his red bitten lips. "Gods! It wont fit, " inching himself deeper inside of you, you whine into his neck, curling your arms around his back. Panting heavily he reaches to circle your clit, hoping to relax and distract you. "There we go." finally bottoming out, he plants soft kisses on your face and neck; mindful of the sore bite marks blooming there. The fingers circling your clit don't let up, accelerating in pace as he starts to slowly work up a pace that leaves your mind foggy and eyes hazy. His nails dig into your legs, raising them to fold over your waist. Your knees take the place of your arms around his neck and you fall back into the soft furs of his bed. Feeling stuffed full, you resign yourself to fall into the pleasure he generously gives you. Mindlessly whimpering his name, your whines up in pitch when he hits the spongy spot inside you.
His rapid rhythm makes your eyes clench shut; senses bombarded by his scent, the feel of his skin on yours, burning hot. You jolt when his hand wraps around your sore throat, breath stuttering. "Don't take your eyes off me." He pants, yet hardly breaking a sweat. You obey his command, fighting to keep your eyes locked with his, even as you fight the urge to throw your head back to get away from the stimulation. Eyes glassy and mind hazy, your nerves are set alight with each thrust of his hips, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with a particularly deep cant of his hips. The sting of the hit nearly sends you over the edge, making you momentarily forget how to breathe properly. "Look at me, look at me when you cum. Gods, i want to see you when you do." He grits through clenched teeth. Heimdall's brows are furrowed, muscles taught and clenched with barely concealed restraint. Overwhelmed, you begin to cry. Fat tears slipping down the apples of your reddened cheeks with a fervor akin to the enthusiasm he uses when kissing you. Babbling incoherently, you claw and mark his shoulders and arms with red and pink trails.
Heimdall hardly even registers the sting of blood seeping from one particularly hard scratch, focusing on you only. "Love you— oh fuck, i love you!" You cry into the pillows as you cum, shaking and twitching as your mind blanks. Your cunt squeezes his cock with a vice grip, walls trembling throughout the waves of your orgasm. Your eyes never leave his, mind assaulted by the inordinate amount of adoration and love pouring redoubtably from your eyes into his own. He realizes it now, that it's alright for even someone like him to be loved. That what was once a broken man, merely valued for his loyalty and need for approval, could become whole again. You trusted him enough to give yourself to him. Wholly and carnally, you resigned your body to him and allowed your pleasure to be in his hands.
Letting him know that it was alright for him to not always be on guard, always seeing nothing but the worst in others; allowing him to trust rather than push away. He has never felt so loved before, tears foolishly mist over his eyes. He doesn't remember crying past his childhood. It's an odd feeling, one that takes over his chest and makes his heart stutter and pulse madly whenever he looks at you. He realizes it now, he truly fell hard for you. One more weak clench of your cunt triggers his own orgasm, and Heimdall allows himself to fall prey to the pleasure creeping up his spine and setting his muscles afire. "I, gods- i love you too," he removes his hand from your throat before he empties himself inside of your womb, bringing it to your chin, wiping off the stray trail of drool and tears. "You're mine." He damn near sobs those words as he cums, eyes locked into the hazes and hues of your own.
Nearly toppling over and losing balance, Heimdall doesn't think that he's ever been this mentally and physically exhausted before. Your hand reaches to touch his cheek, hands gentle. Your fingers collect his stray tears and wipe them away, the action making his cheeks redden a twinge. "You finally said it." You smile so wide your eyes wrinkle at the edges, making your cheeks hurt. Heimdall rolls his eyes, smoothing over the bruised imprint of his hands on your thighs. "Don't get in over your head." He mutters, helping you stretch your sore limbs. His words hold no bite whatsoever, a stark contrast to when you had first met; it makes you laugh. "There he is." You bring him down to meet your lips, tangling your arms into his loosened hair. He leads you upright before breaking the kiss, reaching for a stray towel near a washbasin.
Movements thorough and gentle, he cleans his cum from your skin and lathers your body with calming oils. Once cleaned, he climbs under the furs with you, quickly circling your waist and bringing you flush to his chest. "Too bad your braids got undone." You point out, brushing away a few stray strands from his forehead. His jewelry glints with the light filtering through the curtains. "You may braid them for me tomorrow." Excitedly, you begin to think about ways to plait his hair until your exhaustion finally catches up to your tired body, excitement simmering.
You murmur into his chest before it can claim you fully. "Thought you didn't let anyone braid 'em." Sleepily, you twirl a fibril of hair absentmindedly between your fingers. He hums, rubbing a comforting hand up and down the small of your back.
"Be honored, you'll be the first." He whispers into your scalp.
"Mhm…g'night ástin mín." You kiss his skin before closing your eyes, finally giving into your fatigue.
"Goodnight, elskan."
Heimdall falls asleep shortly after you, thinking about the future he was finally willing to admit to wanting to be a part of with you. Calm and content,
Heimdall? Bored as hell. Decides to walk around outside. Nothing interesting. Goes back to his room to discover a thief/assassin/someone sneaky (reader) stuck in the wall, between fallen furniture or something. next - smut. Smut smut smut.
Alright, alright, before smut heimdall talks with reader and reader begs to not be revealed and promises to never show up again buuuut heimdall asks for payment. How they managed to get into a smutty situation? Up to you~
Write however long or short you'd like! ♡
+for extra:
Maybe reader is someone Heimdall knows.
This is actually a brilliant one, sorry I just saw this today but I'll make it. Just bear with me, yeah?
anon from last time! GN or Femme reader would be alright thanks so much for tuning into my request <3
-Anon Gel
That's pretty much appreciated and I finally finished it. Sorry if it took so long but I hope you like it.
Too Dangerous
The day has been ending to your forging state, many had requested for new weapons accessories or any type of smithing needed for the daily lives of Asgardians. Even Odin himself seems to be fond of knowing the skill of a Smith such as you. Perhaps too ogling on how you make your own properties no matter how difficult things would be.
A different way as you are, the thought of thousands always runs. Perhaps the day had been tiring as ever or maybe, a certain day you wanted to rest it out or maybe relax. And that's where you put yourself, a place that always seems to put you in a better mood and that is taking a bath in a hidden springs in Asgard.
No one seems to know about these specific springs, but you find it better than letting many join. Not that you want company, besides you wanted it for yourself alone. After the day passes, you quickly close down your forge, pulling down the window that signifies it's the end of the day for it to be closed. Settling your own thoughts you finally lock the door of your shop before heading back to your selfless home. Many would greet you on your way back, and some would give you a brief smile to acknowledge your form, of course, even the Valkeries know your skills of making weapons as it builds you respect from them as well. Thor even nods on your way, you did the same. Once you pass a few more homes away, you finally reach your home. You step inside as you open the door, you quickly go to your room where you pick up some few clothing you will need for this little self care you're planning. Of course, you have to be discreet about getting out of the back door of your house, carrying a small bag with your things in it.
The walk was quiet, the part where you take your time since all you can hear are little crickets and few fireflies flying around. The lamp in your hand helps you see the path you're taking with ease and somehow feels tranquil towards the moonlit night.
It did not take any longer for you to arrive at the hidden springs, setting down your bag, you smile at how the steam folds in the area, so quiet and so...relaxing even just looking at it. You can already feel the calmness from it and you went ahead to remove every piece of your clothing, leaving yourself completely naked.
You test the water first with your toes and smile before taking a step in it. The warmth of the water makes you moan in satisfaction as you sink down your body up to your chest. Leaning back at the edge of it and removing the pin from your head to let your hair fall in the water as well. You lean back on the edge of the spring, washing away the stiffness from your aching body after a whole day's work. You sighed once more, with your eyes closing to let the silence engulf this relaxing feeling.
But suddenly, someone cleared their throat that made you gasp softly and look around, the other area of the spring is somewhat dark but your eyes widened in shock to find a pair of Bifrost eyes staring at you intently in the dark "What do we have here? Little Black Smith found my secret springs." You knew that mockery tone and you groan softly but that was cut off in your mind as you remember that you're totally naked in the springs and duck down to hide more of your skin. You also noticed his skin as well, the paleness of his, and few of his beauty marks showing. His hair is also down from his usual braids. You felt embarrassed being there with him "Heimdall..." You whispered "I did not know you were here as well..." You responded, not really sure how it will be going between the two of you. "I...I'll leave..." You muttered before you turned away from him "I did not say leave, now did I?" He interrupted, making your own head turn over your shoulder to find him leaning on the edge with a smirk "H-how did you...?" "Find this place? Mhmm...well, this is my spot. I come here at this hour every other night. And what about you, little smith. When did you start coming to this place?" The way he look at you made you a bit uncomfortable, his eyes never leaving your back, as if tracing it with his gaze alone. "I found this place when I was...looking for some berries and light minerals..." You confessed, it's no use lying since he can read your mind. He hummed at your response, not really caring how much of a privacy he needed and he knows that you need it as well, he did not dare to utter any more words towards you which you find off "Staring is rude." He stated, somewhat calmly in your taste when he knows your eyes seem not to move from his features, you immediately turn away again, feeling warmth growing to your face but you're glad that the springs hid it or at least that's what you wanted to believe. He has his eyes close the whole time and you find yourself relaxing as well with him not too far from you but still having a respectable distance between the both of you. "So, I'm sure you're aware that this atmosphere getting more awkward with your thoughts alone, let me help you understand, you did not see me tonight." Heimdall said, not sparing a chance to open his eyes to you, nodding at this you continue to cleanse your body with your back facing him completely.
But he open one eye to watch you, seeing how the water roll down on your velvety skin. He knew well why you wear such covered clothing and so does he. He never shown much skin like his half-brother Thor. He do not need to show skin on how strong he is, but what made his eye trail is your shoulder when you pull your hair to the side, exposing your soft back. How your neck crane slightly when you pour the warm water with your hand and how it glides gently down to your arm. But he did not say a word, however he felt something inside him. Was he mesmerized by your movement? Is he seeing the same Black Smith that is ruthless on making weaponries for his All Father? As if he's only seeing a gem shining, with the water falling ever so beautiful with the light of the moon, he's captured. He knows that you're not trying to seduce him with your movement but he can't help but feel seduced at the same time. Before he could think more provocatively with the way he watches you, he stand up from his spots before he got out of the water to get his own clothes. The sound of the water splashing and moving made you turn to look, but immediately turn away again as he was indeed butt naked like you, his back looks defined, he's not muscular nor skinny, he have a good physic. You saw how slim his waist is and how pale his skin was. You all saw that with one glance and you can't help but blush madly at the thought, and Heimdall chuckled at your flustered state, turning to a cocky statement towards you "Ah yes, of course, its not everyday you'll see such beauty from a god myself. Look at me." He demanded, it takes you a moment to feel the urge to return your eyes towards him and so you did, he's squatting down near you and stare at you. You noticed he have his pants on already but he's staring you down. You eyes scan from his torso up to his eyes, his face is much closer than normal "Do you feel the urge to touch, Black Smith? Yes, yes you do. Of course you do." You can't form any word from how he is there. You wanted to say something but you only back away from him, and catching a glimpse of his eyes staring down at your chest that made you raised your arms to cover them "I um..." Nothing, your own brain betrayed you and that made his ego grew even bigger "Well, this is fun. Perhaps you could join me often in this little secret place." It's not a request...it's an order. However as you were about to respond, he already left. As you stare where he was squatting down, he's no longer there, and you felt your own breath released not knowing you've been holding it after the intense stare down
"Fucking hel...."
Many days have passed since that encounter with Heimdall, and your mind has been fogged up with an image of him like that in front of you. The way he grinned, the way he speaks at you, his tone sounded like he's trying to tempt you, everything is coming back and forth and it's driving you mad. 'that asshole did this on purpose...' you lay the hammer down, picking up the sword that you have been hammering for too long since your mind would not focus at all. The tension of your muscles are starting to ache, you crane your neck to the side as you let it crack for a moment and sigh in relief before dipping the hot metal to the cold water barrel next to you. You hear the bell of your own shop, telling you a customer came in, you did not raise your head as you keep the metal sizzles in the water "Welcome, what can I help you with?" You spoke, taking out the metal again and grabbing your hammer to pound it once more, when the person did not say a word you raised your head to see who they are but your breath hitch to find Heimdall there "Um...hi?" Right, first thing is to sound squeaky, this caught Heimdall laughing at your reaction "is this how you greet gods? A hi? Really? You can do better than that, sunshine." He tease, crossing his arms together and leaning on the door frame of your shop, he's watching you, you felt... uncomfortable. "Ahem, apologies, Heimdall... Is there something you need?" You asked, not looking at him in the eyes while hammering the metal again before putting it in the blaze "Well, I do have something that you can work for me. Bracers, I need new ones." He says, walking towards your station and set down some fine materials for you to use "Ah...but, there's nothing wrong with your current ones..." Looking at his arms and seeing that his current bracers are not worn out or anything "Well I need a couple spare. Not quit your questions and work." Demanding you to go on with it, or is it an excuse to mock your state of tiredness, you do not know. "Oh dear me, you wound me with your thoughts, Black Smith. Here? Mocking? Oh no no, I'm simply giving you the privilege to make something worthy, not everyday I come to ask for your talent to make me one." Showing his signature sarcastic smirk, you can't help but roll your eyes. As soon as you were about to pick up the materials he brought with him, he grab your hand and pull you, making you bend slightly on your table with him leaning next to your ear "I would love your company tonight at the spring. Don't be late, sunshine." Your eyes widened with his words, he lets you go and head towards the door "Don't forget." This time his eyes look at you seriously, as if giving you a warning if you did not come. You did not manage to utter a word but another sigh leaving your lips as you hear the door close as he leaves
"...that bastard..."
Much to your liking, you found yourself again walking the same path towards the springs. You know he's there already but you can't help it, you feel nervous. You wanna turn back to your house and just take a regular bath instead. Instead of doing that, you keep walking until you found yourself standing right in front of the springs. A shallow splashing can be heard and there you find Heimdall already enjoying it "Took you long enough." He spoke, his eyes remain close while his body lean back with his arms hanging on the edge of the spring. You roll your eyes to see him there "Well, don't just stand there. Strip." He ordered, you gulped nervously at this, careful putting down your little bag of your belongings as you reach over your should to pull down the sleeves, with your back turn facing him, he tilt his head to watch you. Not saying a word, like he can taste your skin with just his stare. You can also feel the burn of his gaze burning deep on your back, but you did not say a word and let your dress fall to the ground "Your hair, let it down." He speaks, you bite the inside of your cheek and pull off the pin that keeps your hair up and gently fall down to your back. Once you're done stripping, you turn to face him, seeing him coming near the edge where you stand before he offer a hand for you to take as you tip down your legs to the water. "You're strange..." You quip, but he did not say a word, he's just staring before he pull you closely to him that made you gasp loudly. He remained quiet, his other hand finding its way on your bare back "Say something..." You tried again, but no, he refused, he just do whatever he thinks he wanna do, your heart skip a beat as he held your hand close to his lips "Mmh..." A low hum coming from his throat as he trail soft kisses to your palm, moving slowly to your wrist and turn it to kiss your forearm. But before he could reach your shoulder, you pulled away flustered "W-what has gotten into you...?" Staring at him, he must have realized it himself and move away from you as well, he doesn't know, he just felt like it's pulling him to you. Many things rushed into your mind, the way his gaze never leaving your form caught your breath in your lungs. It did not feel weird, you felt good even but it's not gonna leave your lips to admit you enjoyed it even though it was sudden. He read it, he saw it, the way your body heat rising in her. He wanted more but pushing it would make you run away but instead of getting out of the spring, you sink down in the water until to your lips and keep your eyes away from his reading ones, this made Heimdall smirk he's enjoying this more than he should "What? Are you flustered that much? Here I thought you think of me the way I think of you. But no, I did not read you wrong. You ENJOYED it." Pulling up a wolfish grin towards you. You did not respond, but he was right.
That's when you and Heimdall would start to share bath in the springs. The company of his wasn't as pleasant but you grew to enjoy somehow. Sometimes, he would be there first and sometimes it was you who will be waiting for his arrival. Many banters here and there, you're even more surprised when the first time you talked back to him when he said something flirtatious towards you "You wanted to touch me, don't you. I'm sure you do." Earning a rolling of your eyes that made him laughed, but the next thing is when you responded "Oh please, if anything I would want from you is to strangle you, right now." His eyes stares at you after you said that, you were about to apologize but he somehow chuckled "aww, can you even reach my neck, smith?" He teased, his smile growing as you puff your cheeks at him and stick your tongue out.
But for some reason, you stopped feeling anxious, the usual nerves you felt when you step in. You gotten used to his presence even tho you barely see him comes around the shop or at least asking you to create something else for him. However, you noticed that most of the accessories he wants you to make doesn't match what he needs. As if he's using it as an excuse just to tease you. Your mind is currently occupied that you did not hear him coming, you're too immersed with your own thoughts and Heimdall chuckled behind you "Well, looks like someone is daydreaming about me." Busted, your eyes widened. You did not want to turn around at all and you can feel him grinning somewhat a bit too much after seeing your little fantasies about him. He joins you in the spring, and he's closer than he usually do "Pray tell, Smith. You were just thinking about me. You can't lie to me." Gripping on your chin to make you look at him, your own breath released slowly as you stare back into his own. The atmosphere is setting in much more heated way, he's testing you, you and your mind.
You didn't need words to express it, just the way you stare back at him is a good answer already "I see." He finally said, suddenly, his arm slowly snake around your waist as if trying to feel your skin gently before he pull you to him. Having your bare chest pressed against him. The contact of your skin on him sent fire inside you. Have you been dreaming that he would do this to you? You do not know. "H-Heimdall...I don't think...you should not..." But he hush you, keeping his arm around your waist, he wanted to taste you and the way you bat your eyes at him almost made him growl "I know what you're thinking, smith... And it's not a bad thought." Showing you the same smirk but wider than he usually do, you want to hold back, push him away but his hand caressing flatly on your skin made it impossible. How did you two ended up in this situation? You just wanted to relax after a whole tiring day and yet, you started sharing this place together as if a dirty secret, plus the teasing coming from Heimdall never fail to make you flustered "E-even so... This is wrong..." Your voice reach his ears, how it sounded so breathless just his touch, he wanted more "You see, I can tell that you always watch me. I know you do, perhaps all too well. The way your own eyes burning on the side of my head and yet, I did not stop you. It's quite disrespectful, but you're lucky I'm in a good mood night after night whenever we share this sacred place. But, you're good at hiding yourself away...but I will unravel it, with my own hands." He whispered, dangerously close to ear where his lips touch your lobe feverishly "I know what you want, smith... You do say you hated me or my guts. But I know you meant differently." Busted, he was watching, always aware how your mind runs. From those days after you encountered him, he never leaves your thoughts anymore.
You groan softly when his hand glide back up on the nape of your neck, forcing your head straight"Look at me..." He demand, voice growing low enough to make your head spin, this is dangerous...you need to get out but your body refused to move an inch. You wanted to lean forward to taste his lips, he can sense it. The way your eyes move from his to his lips was enough to yearn for it. He lean closer, closer, until your lips are inch away, just one more breath and you can finally feel them. But before you know it, he laughed. Pulling away from you, and out of the spring. You were dumbfounded and stare at his back as he pick up his clothes "Don't hope too much, smith." He laughed, before he walked away, leaving you all embarrassed and realized what he just did. You hear his voice lacing with tease "if you want it, you have to earn it." And you swore you can hear his grinned from his voice that made your blood boil "Damn it... That asshole...!"
Heimdall knew, it was too dangerous...too dangerous to let his own desire flow. He grinned. No, not yet, not now, he will make sure you will fall first.
But is that how he wanted it to end?
(AN : I kinda wanted to make it a smut but maybe I will on the next if I find the right time)
why hello since you're open to requests may I request a sharing a bath with Heimdall fic, for location they are bathing on a hot spring. This sort of thing where sharing a bath with him was an accident at first, it was weird and embarrassing for Reader to be bare naked in front of HIM of all people but then for some reason as time passed sharing a bath with him has become a norm where they just go into the spring at the same time and initiate conversation, banter, Ect.
This will be on the list, that's actually something I could do. Tho my writing might be a little sloppy but bear with me. Here's a rose 🌹
By the way... How would you like the specifics? Is it Female/Male/gender neutral?
Description : you caught him...you learned that he has betrayed you, everything looks so good with you but he crossed the line... Now it's too late...he will never get you back.
I look up from the ground to see your sad and teary eyes
You look away from me, and I see there's something you're trying to hide, and I
Reach for your hand but it's cold, you pull away again
And I wonder what's on your mind
The way she moved away from my touch made my inside churned, it made me feel... Scared...
And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake
You start to tremble, and your voice begins to break, you say
The cigarettes on the counter weren't your friend's, they were my mate's
And I feel the color draining from my face
The way she said those words to me, it made my heart sink to the bottom of my feet. The realization hitting me like a brink caused me to step back as I read her mind 'She knows...' he thought she wasn't home...but I could have known "Sunshine...I..."
"enough...I..I am done...believing you." Her words stings to my chest, i watch her leave, I wanted to chase her, apologize even...but my ego, my pride won't let me...she's...just...another play thing for me...that's it...right?
He's wrong
And my friend said
"I know you love her, but it's over, mate
It doesn't matter, put the phone away
It's never easy to walk away, let her go
It'll be alright"
I keep calling for a refill of my drink, my soul feels like screaming. It's been a week since the last time I saw her, she never replies to my text...never returns my calls... I started to regret...
Thor also looked at me sadly, I'm even surprised that he came to join me for this self-loathing drink. He poured another cup "You can't change what you've done... You have to move on..." I look at him, my eyes show exhaustion from crying, I never showed anyone this weakened state of mine... I didn't say a word at all and continue to drink this regret away.
So I still look back at all the messages you'd sent
And I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head
And everything deleted like the past, yeah, it was gone
And when I touched your face, I could tell you're moving on
Thor kept giving me warnings not to check on my phone all the time, but I can't help it... I want to reach out to her. As soon as I pressed a call on my phone, Thor took it and turned it off. I glared at him angrily but he wasn't looking at me...but somewhere else...
I followed where he was gazing and my heart suddenly hitched inside me, my eyes widened to find her... There with someone "She looks...happy." Thor commented, but I did not say a word and stand up from my seat, making my way to where she is.
Before I could get closer, I felt a tug on my arm and looked back at Thor, shaking his head at me as if telling me not to go to her at all "you will get hurt... Enough." I wanted to protest... But the way she looks at the man she's with was...way happier than we used to be...no...it's just the same as she did with me...the way her eyes sparkle when the line of her smile reaches her eyes...the way she gazes at this man with her shows how much she likes him, and the way he hold her in his arms made my inside boil, I want to pull her away from him...but what also killed me deeply is when the man lean to kiss her lips...the lips I used to savor every minute when she was with me...
I sat back down... Completely defeated, I am a fool...I'm no man...a man will never hurt his woman... Or anyone they love...I'm...a piece of shit...
In a moment of silence, with my head hanging low and a glass in my hands, Thor tapped me on my shoulder, I looked at him in question and he pointed something with his head. I followed where he was pointing at and my eyes followed. My breath hitches in my throat as I find her...right there in front of me, looking down at me with worry. I quickly stood up but the way she smiled almost made me weak. The smile I have been longingly waiting to return. I stutter "Y/n..." "Hey, been a while..." It's been a while...? How long has it been after the break up...? Has it really been that long? I smile but not the usual cocky I can pull off. She can see right through me "You're right... Been a while..." I don't know what to say, nor how to approach this now...I wanted to get her back but now she's here, I lost everything I have to say.
But the silence definitely was painful but I tried my shot, I reached for her face and expected her to pull away. But she didn't...she did not move. Her eyes gazed at me with nothing like before, there's no love...but only concern "I heard from your father...that you've been drinking after that... Please stop..." That's it...that's enough proof...he's lost. "I...I can't...I want to...but I can't..." I whispered, her hand removing mine from her face, she had already moved on..."this is gonna kill you, Heimdall..." I did not listen., I walked away...not sparing a glance to Thor nor her.
That's it...that's...that's the end of it...I should have let go a long time ago...but held on, hoping for everything to return back to normal...but no...I was foolish, delusional even... Believing that we can work it out...but what I did cannot be forgiven...I didn't deserve it anyway. After all this time...for the first time...it's my turn to grief... It's my turn to feel pain... "I'm letting it go now..."
Regardless of why Heimdall hates you, there's something rather interesting he's noticed about you. It's your thoughts. Particularly the ones when your around him and think he's not listening to your mind. He's used to the insults you say when you look at his face, but these thoughts are different. These thoughts are dirty.
Heimdall and you hate each other, you always have. From the first day you met he's had it out for you. You did try to be nice and respectful at first, but when it was obvious that his attitude towards you wasn't going to change, you stopped. You started saying his hateful words right back at him, whether out loud or in your head. Either way you know he could always hear them. Maybe it's because you are Odin right hand man. Maybe because Odin has always trusted you more. Maybe it's just that you know how to perfectly get on his last nerve, how you know what buttons of his press.
You think about how you wish Heimdall would just put you in your place, bend you over to the closest surface and fuck you until you have no more thoughts left. You think about you want him to render you thoughtless, only thinking about how his cock is ramming into you. You think about how you just want his hands on your body, you wouldn't have to cum. You would just be satisfied with his hands roaming you body, touching every spot that makes you weak, touching every spot that makes you let even the littlest of sound. You think about you want, no how you need him.
You don't know when these thoughts started. Maybe it was when his constant teasing started to make you heat up and ache for his touch. Maybe it was when you two would spar together, having his body so close to yours. You always end up on the ground with him looking down at you with that cocky look, you just wishing he would claim his prize and take you. Maybe it was you two started to always be around each other, you have gotten so use to his presence and you don't think you could live without it. Same for Heimdall but he would never let you know that. Maybe it was the pent up frustration you had, and your hands never sufficed you anymore. You needed more but didn't want a stranger to do that job.
Heimdall didn't know when the thoughts started either, but he wasn't complaining. Oh no he was waiting for the perfect time to bring this up.
Excuse the quality, traditional is not my forte but stinky little gremlin children broke my IPad.
OOOOOOMMMGGGG YOU ARE A GENIUS MY FRIEND A GENIUS!! LIKE THIS IS SO PERFECT??? THANK YOU SO MUCHHH AAAAASDKDK😭😭💞💞💞
no but like seriously, it IS perfect lol bc fun fact, in my mind i kind of modelled him after one of my lowkey actor crushes of last year and your version?? LOOKS JUST LIKE HIMM AJSKSKS like admit it you read my mind!!!! trippingoverstars is heimdall #confirmed
(actor under the cut in case you want to preserve your own jörgen image)
if you haven't but need to this is your reminder to check on your laundry, brush your teeth, take your meds, retrieve the mail, eat something and have a drink
