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౨ৎ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒
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𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒
༅ manor chambers (rules) ༅ the great hall (masterlist)
༅ the undercroft (disclaimer) ༅ mooncrest garden (warnings)
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❝ 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥 + 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ❞
content warning ; fem!reader, sexual interaction, heimdall being heimdall, sexual wording
↳ details | quick dabble ; just dabbling my way into writing again in hopes that my motivation and enthusiasm will come crawling back to me so that I can write longer scenarios. until then, you sweet readers are dealing with this lady being lazy! (p.s. - might add more to this… haven’t decided!)
. *. ⋆ HEIMDALL ODINSON
“you look pathetic like this…”
“close your legs again and I’m not going to be gentle anymore.”
“nuh uh, keep it in your mouth. you’re going to swallow it.”
“crying already? I haven’t even started yet.”
“such a good obedient whore you are, sucking my cock in like that.”
“aw, done already? that’s too bad, because I’m not stopping.”
“keep taking my cock like this. it’s so satisfying watching you cry in such a pathetic way.”
“let me see your pretty eyes.”
“that’s right, keep babbling your little nonsense.”
“didn’t you say that you could take me? now look at you, such a disgusting mess.”
“look at you, so eagerly sucking me into you like that.”
“aw, you’re shaking, sunshine. don’t tell me that’s all you can take.”
“fuck…”
“keep your eyes on me.”
“come on, sunshine, I know you can keep cumming for me.”
“just like that, take my cock~ it’s all yours.”
❝ 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 + 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ❞
content warning ; fem!reader, sexual intercourse, heimdall being heimdall
↳ details | quick dabble ; kinda coming back from being inactive for the past while?! can’t believe I’ve been neglecting my work here and on Wattpad—but no worries, your lady has returned! this is basically me slowly crawling back into working again!!! and like always, please enjoy! ♡
. *. ⋆ HEIMDALL ODINSON
➤ degradation ; everyone knows that insults pours from his mouth on an daily basis—and the same could be said in the bedroom. insults upon insults will be thrown at you in the most ‘loving’ way, practically spurring and babbling about how much you're a dirty whore—his dirty whore—the closer he gets to his orgasm. every word he speaks gives him an edge, one that he enjoys making you wither underneath him from.
➤ praise ; while he does undoubtedly relish degrading you until you nothing more than an puddle of a disgusting mess, he can also be quite gentle on rare moments, which does depend on his mood. whispering low and quite words on how pretty you look beneath him, taking every inch of his cock like you were molded for him. perhaps even how utterly gorgeous you looked sinking yourself into his cock, and taking him ever so generously for his pleasure—or regardless of how overly stimulated you were you would still push yourself against his hips for him to continue, he couldn’t help but praise you for it.
➤ dacryphilia ; particularly on his worst days that were filled with sibling or annoyance from bystanders, he will more often than none enjoy taking his frustration out on your poor body. watching the tears streaming down your cheeks from those gentle and soft doe eyes, and pleading out words—begging for him to slow his pace down and give you mercy does something deep down inside him. every tear you shed brings him the most unadulterated euphoric satisfaction he could ever feel.
➤ overstimulation ; being at his mercy and every whim was something he always took absolute pleasure from. at any moment you were so close to cumming on his cock or his slender fingers he would immediately deny you that pleasure, watching you squirm in uncontrollable desire and sadness. he’ll coo soft words of degradation, mocking how much you looked down right pitiful begging for his fingers or cock to be back inside you, and apologizing for being mean—to which he never met. you could only cum when he saw fit that you were deserving of it, which he always give you—he wasn’t that cruel.
➤ size difference ; while he would never admit this, seeing the difference in size between you both causes him to go feral. how small your hands were compared to his, how small and fragile you looked hiding behind him, how he stood above you from such a high difference—or, how his cock could barely fit inside your tight cunt when he thrusted inside you while pushing your head down against the pillows to muffle your sweet moans—the very thought of it nearly makes him cum.
➤ eye contact ; possessing the prowess to read inside someone’s mind, he does and will utterly adore forcing your eyes to gaze into his bifrost ones while he ponders through every little thought that crosses inside that pretty head. his teasing words would reach your ears, saying how disgusting and filthy you were—as if he wasn’t thinking the same way, or savoring the thoughts himself—how ashamed you should be, and would say every venomous word while staring directly into your eyes with every thrust he gives you. he adores watching those eyes of yours rolling in the back of your head from utter bliss or how they dilate the longer he watches you.
➤ breeding / creampie ; perhaps his most significant and shameful secrete that he would never confess to. doesn’t want to confess that cumming inside your tight cunt and watching his cum seeping out makes him feral. doesn’t want to confess how beautiful you look with your stomach full of him stuffed inside you. doesn’t want to confess how he shamelessly will wither from the image of you carrying his child, making it known to all of the realms that you were his. while he won’t confess through words alone, his actions will speak otherwise.
➤ control play ; like before, having you at his whim and mercy is absolutely satisfying and pleasurable for him. knowing how effortlessly he could overpower you in an instant floods him with an uncontrollable urge of corruption and lust. wrapping his hands around your throat so lightly that causes you to gasp on small breathes, gripping your body until his hands bruise that smooth surface of your skin, grasping your hair tightly around his fingers and forcing you to stare into his eyes, his honeyed words whispering out demanding commands that take control over you—it’s relishing to him.
➤ body worship ; to have his absolute attention and focus is astonishing, and while others believe him to be heartless, he’s actually a devoting man if you are deserving of it. behind that tough facade he parades around everyone with his rude and cruel behavior, behind closed doors he’s kissing every inch of your body—speaking in hushed words that only you can barely hear about how godly you looked spread out before him, legs parted from his roughen hands as his tongue worked wonders on your cunt. while he may not expression or speak his love for you enough through mere words, his actions will show.
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౨ৎ 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 — 𝐦𝐤1 (𝐨𝐧𝐞)
content warning: fem!reader, slight yandere, suggestive sexual intercourse, obsessive behavior
details: kuai liang x female reader, quick dabble
“please tell me you love me,” he begged.
kuai liang was reduced to downright whining at this point. he would not stop until she told him those three little romantic words back to him. the pryomancer hugged her tighter and tighter, and were she to be honest, she could not tell if he was crying or not when her back was facing him.
the two lovers were laid together on their shared bed, with kuai liang’s arms wrapped tightly around (y/n)’s waist. as her back pressed against his chest, she felt like his held more possession rather than protectiveness—though, she did not mind.
“i love you,” he whispered genuinely against the skin of her cheek.
kuai liang stayed silent, waiting for her to respond. he planted messy kisses along her soft cheek—she didn’t even realize that familiar growing ache between her thighs, nor the positioning from his hips grinding against her.
her entire mind and body felt caged within the pryomancer’s tensed arms, and she felt she could melt under his warmth. (y/n) was held by someone she both loved and feared.
he turned her body around to face him, and then planted a kiss atop on her forehead so loving, that it was past her breaking point.
“i love you,” he repeated again.
there was nothing else to say or do now, expect to become submissive to him.
kuai laing’s hold on her was desperate itself. the way he held her clothes balling in his fist were rough and suggestive. his lips traveled from her head across her neck, both tempting her and pleading with her to answer him back. he wanted her more than anything else.
and as she moved her body to place underneath his much larger one, she had let go of every cautionary restraint she held on herself. she searched his brown eyes for any signs of deception, and she only saw his eyes clear.
“i love you, too,” she admitted below him, consenting to give herself away to him.
the pryomancer responded almost immediately with an uncanny smile of both relief and delight.
kuai liang pushed her down roughly, pulling apart the top of her dress almost desperately in an attempt to open it. he could not stop the desire that clouded his mind as her bare skin revealed itself to him, waiting to be touched.
she allowed him to take her, because she truly loved him, and she would be brutally lying if she said she didn't want this, too. she consensually guided his mouth to lock with her own deprived ones in an desperate need.
౨ৎ 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 — 𝐦𝐤1 (𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨)
content warning; fem!reader, slight!ooc!bihan, yandere behaviour, yandere tendencies, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, forced close proximity, forced physical contact, delusion behaviour, stalking (?)
details: bi-han x female reader, quick dabble
YANDERE!BI-HAN who becomes so fixated on obtaining everything he deemed as perfection devouring his mindset; her being everything he wanted to keep and more; perfection.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who at whatever end, he wanted nothing else than to rule alongside (Y/N) (L/N), a woman who understood and accepted him for what he was, despite his betrayal.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who was so enamored by his darling to the point of such hopeless obsession, he would believe anything and everything she told him in a heartbeat; to be granted the only person deserving of her attention, and no one else.
YANDERE!BIHAN who would look upon another who was around his darling, wishing he instead was there in their place—just making him feel an uncontrollable, bloodthirst, possession and angry filling in him to the brim—wanting to be more important to her than anyone else.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who painted his darling to study her like she was his muse, or like she was an prize only he had to privilege to see with.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who so desperately craved the emotions which relied upon her was addicting; to be the next subject of her tricks—he wanted it to be (Y/N) that could him feel something, regardless of what emotion is was. obsession, devotion, jealousy, dependence, admiration, possession—the emotion didn’t matter, just as long as she made him feel something.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who desired to feel the loving arms of the woman he longingly adored for so many years embrace his cold skin; to feel that cherished warmth of prized intimacy.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who wanted to bound her existence, her freedom, her world by the reach of his chilled arms, because that’s all he believes she could ever need.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who could not take his eyes off his darling, quite literally could not help but keep gazing at her; wondering at her features in childlike amazement as his eyes would fixate onto her like she was gold, an loving daydream meant to be watched.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who would creep around at night within her home, when his darling could not understand or control her body or anything in her dreamlike state as he finally would get to hold her in his arms, forcing her closer to return his embrace; having her body lean against him just felt so nice and comforting, that he would want more.
YANDERE!BI-HAN who with dripping unadulterated pride and vanity acknowledged almost joyously: “we can rule together—two godly beings walking this land of earth among lesser beings: doesn’t that sound acceptable to you? me and you, only us…”
౨ৎ 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭
character ; heimdall odinson
synopsis ; fairytales were an interest he did not share in, as the predictable and endearment plots of true love, or it’s tragedy we’re cliche and annoying at worst—until he unintentionally met her.
caution ; fem!reader, slight!ooc!heimdall, cheating/adultery (non-sexual), angst, character death, suggestive forced marriage, suggestive abuse, slight obsessive behaviour
࿔ edited ; October 21, 2024
(y/n) (l/n) was her name, and she was truly a kind one.
when meeting (y/n) (l/n), a frail mortal from the realm of Midgard whom he easily could’ve ignored and dismissed, felt like one of many fairytales he heard of, he could not hesitate to deny it, even though he wished to.
the sad gleam and lack of light in her eyes, the unwavering meagerness of terror she had facing upon the watchman of the aesir, the way her skin glowed against the moonlight, the stoic expression that made her look almost like a picture perfect porcelain doll—it all felt like an surreal fantasy come true. the turning point of the wrong story he crossed into and wanted to leave the existence of it.
but he was captivated by her, and at that moment, when she raised her hand to the night sky reaching out for the glistening stars, and showcasing the unmistakable and irritating wedding ring around her finger—he felt an immense consternation from such an object.
it was plain and simple, nothing breathtaking to the eyes, which was unlike (y/n) herself, in Heimdall’s opinion, and he was right.
though he did not miss that look of hopelessness and regret lingering within her eyes as she gazed upwards upon her wedding band clasped on her finger. the moonlight couldn’t even shine light into them.
that was their first appearance together from one another, and Heimdall wondered what she felt.
was she shocked or disheartened that he had not spoken to her and ignored her, or relived and beckoned that he had not?
Heimdall could not tell. her mind was an empty shell.
their second meeting was also unintentional, or spree of the moment for Heimdall’s case.
but he found her a little too interesting, much to his dismay, and so he decided to humor himself with her for just one night—or so he wanted to.
“what’s it like being immortal?” (y/n) questioned.
the said aesir god hummed as a sign of pondering his thoughts from the (h/c)’s haired girls question. the two were seated against one another on the dirt, leaned up against the wall of her home.
“repetitive, and boring. for me,” he trailed off, turning to face the girls direction, “it’s an constant annoyance. nothing changes even when it does.”
she nodded in consideration, copying his actions and turning to face him as well. heimdall stared at her for an moment, absorbing in every detail of her glowing features.
“then you must be damned for eternity, my friend, or perhaps maybe fortunate,” she replied in attempt of an pathetic laughter, only that it sounded attractive to the scion of the aesir’s ears.
her statement was quite curious, and even more so when she had no drop of fear in her despite sitting next to the threatening presence of one of the strongest aseir gods. with that in regard, Heimdall understood the comprehensive mortal perception of aesir gods.
heimdall lightly scoffed, and he almost scowled as he said, “and what makes your pretty little mind think I’m so lucky as an god?” there wasn’t any mortal who could precisely thought that way.
“your passing moments of eternity are lived in freedom,” she sadly smiled, and Heimdall was fully convinced and much more concerned that she lost her touch with reality.
only when he noticed her saddened trail of sight connect once again towards that irritating wedding band around her finger did he finally understood and figure what she metaphorically meant.
and so was the second ‘unintentional’ meeting, and the third, and then the fourth—he called each countless encounter unintentional until he couldn’t no longer lie to himself.
in sooth, he wanted nothing more than to see her, and even she clearly showed interest in him, regardless of being an married woman—although, he didn’t see her in that light.
he allowed her into his life and she was the beginning of that warmth of emotions. she was the first “friend” he had considered, she made him feel pleasant, and it seemed like every time she came to him, that gleam in his eyes would appear.
but on their last official unintentional meeting, when they stood alone together atop the highest peak of Midgard’s mountain, overlooking the vast landscape of the realm, he subconsciously could not take his glowing eyes off her ring finger. the mere sight of the object was the only mere obstacle that separated him and her in a place where he could not have her to himself.
that repulsive, clawing feeling within his chest ate at him—the dripping animosity he felt knowing that he was introduced to this mortal through unknown circumstances, only to have an barrier between them was downright disgusting.
(y/n) placed her hand soothingly on her wrist, an bandage wrapped tightly in restraint, and Heimdall never before felt this emotionally grey, and it was swarming—her spouse did not deserve her in his life.
and in a flurry of choices and instincts—though he did not even know what happened—that small, plain wedding band was suddenly clutched in the palm of his hand, and then released out into the air, falling down into the landscape in front of them. he thrown it without any thought or process, and only when (y/n) herself shirked in shock that reached his ears did he realize his unconscious actions.
“heimdall!” she whispered, reaching out her frail hand to the descending ring in an state of panic and terror. heimdall had to stop her body from moving, for she almost fell outwards.
her body tensed and her eyes became widened, visibly tingling from fear, and heimdall had known that throwing that ring would result trouble for her back at her home with her spouse.
“heimdall, do you realize what you—”
“leave this place and come with me.” heimdall said, that rush of instinct overcoming him in his frenzied state.
“what?”
he knew that something so outlandishly bold would sound so preposterously wayward—he knew and did not care. but when he stared into her eyes, there was clear light emitting that held an aura of hope behind them; that itself gave him the final push to continue moving forward. those loving eyes now held an sense of warmth—the sense of warmth that sheltered him with love and with care. it was subconsciously longed for over the course of his eternal life.
without another word, without instinct—his subconscious mind clear of everything—he pulled her warm body flush against his and kissed her deeply, pouring out all of his bottled up passion for her and emotion onto her lips.
though, he expected her to reject his advances, push him away from disgust and resentment; instead, she easily fell into his kiss, accepting every fiber of love he gave her, and returning all her affection she reckoned useless to him, with gleaming tears trailed down her cheeks.
and no longer, the two lovers ran away that night, hoping to achieve their desires of eternity together.
“so, this is where you’ve been.”
confounded was an understatement of the wave of immense emotions that heimdall was feeling at that moment. when he had walked into the isolated shelter—one that he had been hiding his beloved (y/n) in after they ran away together—he did not expect the all-father, his father, to be standing at the center of the room.
the king of the aesir had a stare of disappointment and bare displeasure on his face, sternly eyeing heimdall down.
“won’t lie, i was surprised to find this mortal when i arrived. and honestly, i was hoping for something more.”
the sudden rush of blood in his veins spiked coldly into heimdall with internal panic, and his thoughts were racing as could not any longer sense (y/n)’s living soul in the shelter. the presence of his father before him did nothing to suppress his unhinged worries.
“this is…unusual for you. running away, your dissection, the behavior,” he stalked forward, making his way over until he stood directly next to him. his eyes down casted to meet heimdalls glowing ones.
“you’ve become weak, useless to me like this—whatever this is. but,” he sighed, “it’s okay. in your defense, perhaps i wasn’t paying you much attention when i needed to, keeping you in check, reminding you of your duties as an aesir.”
an ample pause reached their conversation, allowing time for heimdall to study the entrance of the shelter. the aesir god’s mind only grew in anticipation at the all-fathers responses, even more so when he still senses no soul in the home.
“just this once, i’ll forgive you. and don’t worry…i already solved your problem.”
that statement only confirmed what he had done. heimdall’s conscious mind clouded with anger, pain, loss, and fear—and if odin was seeing his current situation, he did not care for it.
but it did not matter in the end either way, for it was too late, as she was gone.
(y/n) (l/n)—light of his life—was dead, killed by the hands of the all-father himself. and it all happened before heimdall could even see her one last time.
“do not let this happen again, heimdall. it’s better this way.”
odin heartlessly made his way out of the shelter and into the dimming darkness, leaving the scion of the aesir to stand there alone. the stillness was uncanny, and it did not even register that tears were streaming down his face for the first time in his life.
but as much as he wanted to, heimdall couldn’t blame odin because of this outcome. as the one who was a wrenched god among mortals, it was his own fault.
a god and a mortal can never be together.
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౨ৎ 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥
character ; heimdall odinson
synopsis ; yearning for her touch, the all-encompassing love bestowed upon him, he devotes and vows upon a woman with whom he worships above all
caution ; fem!reader, slight ooc!heimdall, yandere behavior, delusional behavior, possessive behavior, obsession tendencies, slight emotional manipulation, suggestive sexual intercourse
raven message ; after over looking this, heimdall actually isn’t completely out of character; rather, this would possibly seem as more intend as how he would act when infatuated with another person or so—just in an more gentle yet manipulative way. I attempted to make this as somewhat realistic it can be! enjoy reading!
࿔ edited ; October 21, 2024
the feeling of warmth embraced him.
the way her fragile hand held his own tightly, and the way her fingers interlaced with his soft, golden unbraided hair—he didn’t really care about his previous duties towards the All-Father, and forgotten about his godhood.
rays from the nightly moonlight felt like a shivering chill on heimdall’s skin as he eyed the bare skin of his lover’s entire body, bathing within that same light.
heimdall planted an rough kiss on the tender lips of the woman, who now laid curled up below him atop his bed clinging desperately on to him, almost desperately. her essence lingered on his own lips, and those eyes gleaming from infatuation, undoubtedly delicate like the small puff on an dandelion—which was more than adorable under his glowing predatory eyes.
one fatal mistake, and she looked like she would fall apart, crumble relentlessly into ash and dust without him.
he knew everything of how she felt. to her, he mattered. the terrible possibility of being away from him mattered. the notion of heimdall not caring about her mattered. the idea of never relishing in him again mattered.
just the way he wanted her to be…
the prince of Asgard couldn’t mask his mischievous smile from taking over his facial features—was it excitement? it felt so natural and so unmistakably lovely, which was unnatural for him. to hold such immense emotion towards an individual who was viewed as the enemy to others was strange.
he was elated to these feelings and emotions—something completely unexpected and strange, unfamiliar for him—and these sudden new emotions only erupted when she was around him.
(y/n) (l/n), a simple woman who ventured upon him outside the walls of Asgard, along with her half-breed giant brother—also only known to him as his goddess, his muse, his eternal miracle; an blessed deity such as her, heimdall felt mortal.
he hadn’t been interested by her nor blinked an eye when he firsthand saw her, for she wasn’t really anything quite special or even godly enough to peak his interest. but over that time, such short amount of time, she eventually wrapped him around her fingers like a goddess would towards her devoted follower, and soon his mind did not hesitate to worship her.
this wasn’t any sort of spark nor small interest—alas, rather, he was immediately soon after enamored by her. not only was she an sort of savior to him, introducing him to his newly found emotions, but he practically cherished like she was more than an goddess.
the few days that followed after she arrived to Asgard, he later found himself with her in his bed. realistically, he should have been disgusted with himself, had he actually had any sense—but the way his mind and body almost connected around her deprived him of all senses and powers at all.
and so he became entranced by her, sputtering out in pure adoration of how he was contented that she was showing him so much affection in this environment, an loveless land such as Asgard itself—how he owed her his loyalty and respect.
strange emotions developed within him at the simple look her eyes stared into his, just one wave of her hand alone, and he felt remarkably entranced. therefore through deranged and selfish assumptions suffused into his mind, he decided—choosing even for her—that only she alone could make him feel this addicting, eradicating emotion, and she would only have him.
she was like an blessed deity above all, and he was an mere follower that was so enhanced, and delusional. he wanted to be her guardian, her… everything. she was an living dream, within his eyes, and he already achieved his desire to have her.
he swore an oath—an vow—that regardless, he would shield her from any harm, from all danger; including the All-Father, Odin, himself. it should have been his most forbidden sin, betraying the King of Aesir.
“no one can touch you,” he breathed gently into her ear, whispering whilst holding her nude, warm form against him. his sugary words coated along with other sweet promises that had flowed into her manipulated ears. “no one can harm you, darling. you’re safe with me.”
heimdall was experienced with an silver tongue at the illusory truth, coating them into effect and devised deception. after all, the more he admitted this aloud that she was untouchable from others, the same way he was, she’ll eventually understand and believe this, right? this wasn’t a lie, either—he truly meant every word of it, that no one and nothing would harm her.
(y/n)’s freedom and existence would be bound entirely by him, tightening his arms which held her delicately, because that was what heimdall believed she needed. only him. the way she had clung onto his body in desire, like she depended solely on him, wasn’t this proof enough?
the smooth, exposed skin of her glowing body trembled in absolute need against his tracing fingertips; lifting her chin to plant his lips gently now upon hers once again—to kiss holy divinity like this was an blessing. the way she gave herself to him fully despite their once differences against one another…that attestation enough.
but (y/n) wavered nervously. she slightly squirmed within his embrace, as an sense of uncertainty plagued her mind, and he carefully coated his words carefully.
“i adore you,” he mumbled against her lips. his words were genuine—pure, even. his first declaration of genuine love should have been poison to his tongue, burning his mouth from inside and out his body. an immortal god and an half-breed goddess should not be found in collision. but she was an innocent, uncorrupted and unknowing temptress who tangled her way inside his heart, and she couldn’t leave.
“i love you,” he sighed out. the god quite literally could not help staring at her. he looked almost amazed—caught in childlike wonder as his eyes fixated on her. “if only i was deserving of yours. that you could love me, as well.” an quiet plead sounds from those words.
and (y/n) had released an breathy hum, believing his words.
she could not even comprehend her own movements or anything around her as she finally reached to hold his face into her small hands, even closing her body to return his embrace.
“i love you, too,” she softly replied.
her own brain couldn’t comprehend that she had just agreed to something quite monumental.
her voice was barely audible, causing heimdall to pull her closer towards his face into an protective hold. her voice was attractive to his ears, and he instinctively let out a hum of delight.
heimdall’s body jolted in satisfaction. he almost lost his senses again the moment her eyes focused on him, therefore, because he could lose himself upon those shades of (e/c).
“i love you, too.”
she really loved him. (y/n) didn’t even have the right mental capacity anymore to question the reality of her own behavioral state. but those were the words she knew she could say—the words that would keep polluting her mind. and she knew that he knew they were real.
to heimdall, that was an vow of declaration—one of the purest truth; meaning she belonged to him. he truly and honestly valued how she spoke those words to him, how she comfortably had embraced him closer.
ah, how privileged to worship an true divinity. to think she could love such an corrupted bastard like him.
this love built on deception, but that did not matter.
this love constructed from manipulation and selfish desire—an unending one that was planted onto her lips, sealing that bond.
“you can only trust me,” he whispered, eyes darkened with an intense glint of predatory delight. “only i can have you.”
he would protect her from all the dangers of the nine realms, though it didn’t occur to him that he was the greatest threat to her, if not entirely.
and it was promised now and that he would purposely make her forget, and purposely create falsity to her about her half-breed brother and father, who both seemed to be forgotten already. as long as he breathed out every word to her, she’ll believe it, it would be her reality.
“i’m the one who can protect you,” he said. “you don’t need anyone else. just me…”
he wasted no time in continuing his ways with her, making her breathe hitch, screams of confirmation to his words throughout the rest of the night…
and an unbreakable vow sealed through an tender kiss, one she wouldn’t escape.
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𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑: 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐊
─ HEIMDALL
࿔ ethereal | yearning for her touch, the all-encompassing love bestowed upon him, he devotes and vows upon a woman with whom he worships above all
࿔ illicit | fairytales were an interest he did not share in, as the predictable and endearment plots of true love, or it’s tragedy we’re cliche and annoying at worst—until he unintentionally met her.
heimdall + kinks | quick dabble
heimdall + his words | quick dabble
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౨ৎ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋
༅ GOD OF WAR: RAGNAROK
༅ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS ~ coming soon
༅
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౨ৎ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍
IMPORTANT: sensitive topics that are and could be triggering and obtain dark themes of contents which is unsettling towards others mental health; minors do not interact. the purpose for this post was created for the reason to give informative details towards certain topics and content that are featured within my blog for those who don’t understand or know of them.
𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍
⤷ dubcon (dubious consent); for any of those who don’t know what this is, it means there is no clear consent, or it is coerced consent
⤷ noncon (nonconsensual); could be obvious meaning, but for any of those who don’t know this, it means there is no consent, and is an particularly forcible seduction
𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍
⤷ manipulation; there are many different ways that this can be describe, but it’s basically an emotionally unhealthy psychological strategy used by people who are incapable of asking for what they want and need in a direct way or can be described as an type of social influence that aims to try and change the behavior or perception of others through indirect, deceptive, or underhanded tactics
⤷ yandere; a person who is loving and caring to someone they like until their love, admiration and devotion becomes feisty and mentally destructive in nature through their over protectiveness, violence, brutality or all three combined. Yandere is mentally unstable and uses extreme violence or brutality as an outlet for their own emotions. Simply put, a yandere is someone who is lovesick; someone who has been driven to insanity by extreme obsession or love, and thus resulting in abnormal behaviour if not violence
⤷ blood/gore; mostly, these won’t be too descriptive and be featured within some published works; blood and gore are similarly the same thing, which is blood that has been shed, especially as a result of violence and/or some other deadly means
⤷ incest; before the definition is giving, I’ll address that I don’t support or glorify this behavior including this type of action, and only write this for the reason of dark content, and adding to that, I’ll most likely only write this in an form of just having an deep connection relationship type of duo without romance; for those who don’t know the meaning towards this, it’s sexual relations between people classed as being too closely related to marry each other, or the crime of having sexual intercourse with an family member
⤷ mind-break; seemingly relating to that of noncon and dubcon, this term refers to the state of loosing all sense of rational thinking and comprehension of the world around you during sexual intercourse, and put into other words, to the point where the receiving end (more often female then male) experiences such a high degree of sexual pleasure their mind goes into a state of severe stupor. in this state, they would lose the ability to think clearly and register information such as pain
⤷ delusional behavior; is a type of serious mental illness called a psychotic disorder. people who have it can't tell what's real from what is imagined. delusions are the main symptom of delusional disorder. they're unshakable beliefs in something that isn't true or based on reality. based on or having faulty judgment; mistaken.
⤷ virginity loss; although this actually could be defined within an various different ways depending on a person’s viewpoint, the traditional view is that virginity is only lost through vaginal penetration by the penis, consensual, and that the acts of oral sex, anal sex, mutual masturbation or other forms of non-penetrative sex do not result in the loss of virginity.
⤷ stockholm syndrome; an condition in which hostages would develop psychological bonds with their captors during captivity and identifies with and empathizes with their goals; usually find from hostage-taking, kidnapping, and abuse relationships.
⤷ dacryphilia; considered as an non-normative sexual pleasure and arousal in which one is aroused by their partners tears or crying; this is through two different ways—one: through causing pain therefore having power and control over an softer form in submission in an sadistic nature; two: from comforting someone from sadness, in an compassionate and loving way as an carer.
⤷ forced relationship/marriage; meaning a marriage or relationship with one or more ways of force, or coercion, and where one or both people do not consent or give will to the relationship.
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍
⤷ corruption; for those who don’t know this kink, it can be described and put into different words; it’s like when the person gets off to the idea of corrupting the other person, such as taking their virginity or taking another’s innocence and then turning them into someone who’s addicted into doing darker things like crimes, addiction, and much else
⤷ breeding; exactly as it sounds, a breeding fetish is a strong desirable attraction to the idea of getting—or getting someone else—pregnant. also, generally enjoy the risky feeling of having permanent consequences from an sexual act; also they may enjoy a feeling of power exchange, where one partner is becoming submissive to the other. (this isn’t the same thing as an pregnancy kink/fetish)
⤷ somnophilia; also known as sleeping beauty syndrome or sleeping princess syndrome, is a form of sexual fetishism which is characterized by the desires to have sex with an unconscious person who is unable to respond; or in other words, having an sexual attraction in engaging in sexual activities with a sleeping person
⤷ degradation; one of the most common kinks, it’s a form of to treat or regard with contempt or disrespect towards someone in an sexual or humiliating way
⤷ size kink; slightly common and definitely seen within different types of writings, this is a link in which one being turned on or aroused at a distinct difference in size in by comparison to one’s partner, and can go between many different ways; such as height, muscle size, penis size, and weight differences
⤷ cunnilingus; is an oral sex act performed by a person on the vulva or vagina of another person, which is why this is directed only towards females; this also can go being called by eating pussy, rug munching, and muff diving.
⤷ overstimulation; on terms with the sexually meaning, usually occurs right after orgasm when the area, especially the clitoris, becomes hypersensitive
⤷ creampie; also known as internal ejaculation or also seeding and breeding during some cases, is when a male ejaculates semen into his partner's vagina, which results into condomless sex or unprotected sex.
⤷ fingering; means using the fingers to stimulate another person's genitals; is the manual manipulation of the clitoris or other parts of the vulva, the vagina, the foreskin, or the anus for the sole purpose of sexual arousal and other sexual stimulation. it may constitute the entire sexual encounter or it may be part of mutual masturbation, foreplay or other sexual activities.
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౨ৎ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐓
⤷ tumblr theme credited: @noctempoets poets (me, the author) ; the beautiful artwork, however, does not belong to me. The artwork of the girl belongs to Fa Te Ji, the author of Aisha.
⤷ header theme credited: @noctempoets poets (me, the author)
⤷ tumblr theme setup credited: the navigation and complete setup was inspired from AISHA, The Secret History, If We Were Villains, and more.
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౨ৎ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐄
⤷ requests are available when my status is active and for when my pinned post is labeled has ‘available’ for under the request status
⤷ do not pressure me into making any publish works or accepting an request when I am inactive and requests are seen as closed
⤷ as said above, I am not required to do every request that is asked towards me, especially if they do not make me feel comfortable and when I am inactive
⤷ fair warning; any minors who request anything with dark content, dark themes, or sexual content or have read any of works while under age and comes to attention will be blocked or even reported immediately
⤷ be aware; this account and blog will progress within slow updates for any requests or other works; simply depending on my motivation for writing
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆
⤷ I will only be accepting requests that are written for headcanons and scenarios—possibly long stories
⤷ I’ll only write for female reader within all published blogs, and the reader will always be race-neutral
⤷ as stated above, I don’t exactly write for gender neutral and transgender reader (because I am very unfamiliar with that area and don’t want to bring offense to others)
⤷ only at max of five characters per request, and within the same fandom, of course
⤷ please, when you make an request, specify what you want within the scenario or headcanon; giving just some character or characters won’t be enough for the request
⤷ requests with dark content and nsfw are accepted
⤷ male and female characters are both allowed for any requests if you want; from the specific fandom I write for
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒
(from listed below, if any of these are asked for in a request, they will immediately be deleted, along with you being blocked off to prevent from interacting to this blog. not only do the subjects make me extremely uncomfortable, but something I’ll never write)
⤷ beastiality, omegaverse, necrophilia
⤷ vore, scat, pegging
⤷ self harm, self abuse
⤷ OC/character X character (unless poly relations)
⤷ songs fics / message fics
⤷ pregnancy, minor characters
⤷ daddy kink, brat taming
⤷ bodily fluids other than saliva and cum
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