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visionsofmagic · 6 months

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day 23: heimdall [dom/sub]

࿓ synopsis • heimdall likes to be on his knees for you.

―❦ nsfw, sub!heimdall, goddess!reader, ownership, necklace, pet names, eating out, cumming, fingering, begging, edging, ‘is all! • 0.7k • it has been a long time since I’ve wrote for him, yet, it’s still so fun! enjoy! [kinktober m.]

looking down, a magnificent sight of purple eyes come into view - they look at you as if the owner of them is worshipping you - well, he does, isn’t he?

or else why he, the almighty god who sees everything - fearful to others, would be on his knees, letting your hand hold his hair, pulling it closer to yourself, making his warm mouth and tongue hit your pussy’s entrance harder, and looking so vulnerable like that.

he’s sure so beautiful that it seems like a daydream rather than reality. weren’t it the sense - the high pleasure coming from your soaking pussy and flowing through your entire body so great, you would think it was a dream. yet, here he is, standing between your inner thighs, hands under them, pulling you closer so that he can taste you better - further as he whimpers, and moans without even knowing how messy he looks - something he will not let anyone see it but for you, oh for you, he can do anything if it satisfies you.

a hand travels on his braids, smiling, biting your lips to shutting your moans for a moment, just watching how amused he is as he eats you so good with his hot tongue. the hand moves to his cheek from there, purple eyes shine brighter, and find his sharp chin only to reach your destination, finding the golden necklace he has around his beautiful neck - your own name written on it.

playing with it, you praise him as the other hand is caressing his hair gently as if it wasn’t the one which pulled it a second ago, “oh my pretty boy - you’re doing so good for your goddess - ohhh, heimdall!”

he smiles widely at the sounds you begin to make when he begins to finger your already abused yet still greedy pussy through the wetness you have, “ohhh - mmmhp! keep going, baby boy, please keep going!”

“anything for my goddess,” he says, shoving both his fingers and tongue into you at the same time and pace - perfect, completely - only he can make you like this - clenching, cumming so many times, being greedy for him and only you can have him like this - on his fucking knees, getting the pleasure he can never have with anything else only by licking and sucking and eating you.

moaning his name loudly, you move your hips, pulling by the necklace, you leave him no time to breathe, to think - only having his mouth full of your cum as your juice flows from you into him, dripping onto his chin, finding the messy floor from there that is covered with wetness because of previous cum of you.

“ohhhh - heimdal! gooood boy - aggh, so good!”

“mmmhp!” he drinks all of it, even licking his fingers as he looks at you - so fragile yet powerful at the same time. “tastes as wonderful as always my goddess,” he adds between his heavy and rapid breathes, smiling at you with pride of making you cum for a few times, earning sweet voices from you, having you ready to take his cock after you give him permission of course.

so, he stays still, obedient as ever, waiting for you to come to your senses, eyes turning to normal, and allowing him to fuck you finally.

“please -“ he says the moment he sees the way you look at him - trying to decide whether you should make him have his hardened and aching cock for attention inside his pants, the bulge staying visible to your eyes, getting him weaker and weaker. “need you, my - my lady - agh!”

kneeling down, you pull him by the necklace once again, nose to nose, you look into his eyes - angelic looking even though he commits the best sin.

“did I allow you to speak, pretty boy?” you tease him, humiliating, and receiving another twitch on his cock - looking at it, you grab it, playing, and sending jolts of pleasure to heimdall’s body, you listen to his cute low moans. “but since you were so good for me, I will allow you to fuck me whatever you want. would you like that?”

he nods, getting up fast after you leave his greedy cock free, holding his pants, beginning to unzip it - lust washes over him, the mind is so blurry, only desiring to have you under him finally - taking control for a while even when doing what you want him to do. “don’t worry my goddess, I will fuck you so good that I will show how good I can be for you.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina 🩵 @snowprincesa1 🩵 @dookiemeshibear 🩵 @manuusrw

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samieree · 5 months

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God of War: Ragnarök Masterlist

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin Also on fanfiction net: Samiere]

Heimdall x Reader one-shots:

Heimdall x Greek Goddess part 1 [request]

Heimdall x Greek Goddess part 2

Heimdall x Greek Goddess part 3 (Mature content)

Reader was away on a mission for a long time, "friends" with benefits relationship [request]

Heimdall x Reader (childhood friends) [request]

Heimdall x Reader (childhood friends) part 2 (Mature content)

Reader is a Greek Girl, who wants to make her revenge on Kratos by killing Atreus [request]

Heimdall x Pregnant Reader

Heimdall x Reader (you slept together after alcohol)

Arranged marriage [request]

Reader is Heimdall's shy, servant girl (Mature content) [request]

Jealous Heimdall x Reader (Mature content) [request]

Banished Heimdall x Reader (Goddess of Nature) [request]

You wanted to learn how to fight, and Heimdall teaches you [request]

Heimdall x Reader with breathing problems [request]

Heimdall x Shy reader, childhood best friend [request]

Heimdall x reader on her period [request]

Heimdall headcanons:

Heimdall x Reader with ADHD [request]

Goddess of Muspelheim || GOW Ragnarök (Heimdall x OC) fanfiction:

Introduction + Prologue

*Chapter 1 || We have to make some rules*

Chapter 2 || Time to see the sun again

*Chapter 3 || Baldur*

*Chapter 4 || What a...!*

Chapter 5 || Goddess of fire

*Chapter 6 || Friends?*

Chapter 7 || Understanding

Chapter 8 || Vanaheim

My tik toks with Heimdall, because I can:

Edit to my fanfic

She do that thing she usually do 🎵

Heimdall being Heimdall

Another Heimdall being Heimdall :D

And another one 😅

Your body language, speaks to me 🎵

Beautiful boy 🎵

Do you like the way I grind, do you like the way I flirt 🎵

I do it for the ladies 🎵

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trashingfish · 1 year

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Thoughts Part 2 (afad version)

Warning/contents: Afad reader/rough sex/light degradation/dry humping/sloppy makeouts

Let me know what you think! As well as any errors!

For once The Great Lodge wasn't bursting with aesirs, einherjar, or gods. Well expect Odin of course, but he was down in his library and had asked not to be disturbed. Yes, it seems that everyone was much too busy to come relax and drink some mead. Almost everyone. You and Heimdall had been set out on a mission to get another artifact that Odin so desperately needed. But, you two finished faster than expected and in return got the rest of the day off.

As of right now, Heimdall is sitting on one of the benches to the tables with a book in his hands trying to read its contents. Key word "trying" as you were sitting next to him, with those thoughts. You sat there eating and pretending like you're not currently thinking about how Heimdall should reward you for helping with the mission. How you were so good and didn't start a petty fight in the middle of retrieving the artifact. How you listened to every command he gave to you. After all Odin did spend you with him to protect and watch over him. Not that Heimdall even needed to be protected, but Odin was very insistent that you went with him. So you went and stayed out of his way, only stepping in when asked to. So why hasn't Heimdall thanked you by holding you down and fucking your cunt until you felt like you couldn't take anymore of his ruthless pounding?

With a sigh, Heimdall harshly closed his book -obvious that he wouldn't get any reading done with you beside him-. This action caused you to look over to him, confused by his sudden out burst. Oh how that innocent look on your face really pissed him off, but made his cock twitch and harden slightly.

Standing up Heimdall said, "I would ask if you always think about me in such a perverted way but I already know the answer." Heimdall loved how your eyes widen in surprise, your face immediately turning the brightest shade of red he's ever seen.

"I umm...I-I didn't think you were listening..." You somehow stammered out, your voice the smallest and weakest Heimdall has ever heard. Your eyes avoiding his wondering ones. Oh how he's never seen you look so weak before.

"You didn't think I was listening? What a pathetic excuse. My job is to know what everyone's intentions are, but you didn't think I was listening?" He had started pacing back and forth, but stopped in front of you. He lifted your face up with the simplest touch of his index finger. This shy and embarrassed expression of yours was going to be the death of him.

Shaking his head, he continued with, "And now you want to act all innocent and shy. Too late now sunshine, I've already heard your pathetic thoughts," Heimdall got closer to you, stopping when his mouth was right beside your ear. "How you wish I would just ravish you like a madman. How you wish I would stuff your mouth with my cock to finally shut you up. I've heard how you just oh so need me to touch your body because your hands can't satisfy you anymore. I can hear your dirty thoughts right now even." Heimdall moved his hand to your throat, squeezing down so you could barely breathe anymore. His other hand coming down right beside your neck, on the table, along with his right leg coming up and meeting your heat. Your voice caught in your throat, but you let out the sweet whimper. He had successfully caged you in, and you couldn't be more excited.

He chuckled before saying, "Oh? Just my leg would do? Of course such a filthy body such as yours would be satisfied with just my leg on your pussy. Tsk tsk tsk, what am I going to do with you?" His lips touched your ear, slowly making his way down. He made sure to leave the faintest kisses, ones that would leave you begging for more. He stopped at your lips and lifted his head, staring into your blow out eyes.

"Use your voice sunshine, I'm tired of reading your thoughts." Of course he could have just read your mind to know what you wanted, but he wanted to hear you try and say them. He really doesn't think you'll be able to just a simple word out.

"N-No it's embarrassing. You know what I want so just...please just do it...please." You tried to plead with him, tried to move your hips slightly so you could get some friction.

Heimdall looked in your eyes and sighed, "I'm very disappointed (Y/N), I thought you really wanted this. I guess I was wrong for once." Heimdalls face turned into one of false disappointment, but in your heated state you couldn't tell. He removed his hand and leg from your body, and started to walk away. Your panicked look almost made him stay and drop his act.

"W-Wait! I'll say it please don't leave! Please!" Tears started to prick the corners of your eyes, worry and panic filled your body. You're finally about to get what you want and you're not about to let it go. Surprisingly, Heimdall stopped in his tracks. He looked at your body over his shoulders, your hands clinging onto to him as if it that would stop his movement.

"Well? I'm waiting." He pushed your hands off of him and turned to look at you. You wished he hadn't because his piercing eyes on your body had your throat dry up and voice rendered useless. His disappointing face was turned into his usual annoyed looking one, his arms crossed on his chest.

"Umm...I want, no need you to umm...," you swallowed, and looked down. You heard Heimdall sigh, but then immediately felt his hand on your chin. Forcing you once again to look into his eyes. You felt so dazed, like he put a spell on you. Your mind didn't even register that your mouth was moving.

"I need you to make me cum. I don't care how, just do it please..." Heimdall smiled his signature cocky, arrogant smile.

"As you wish, sunshine." Without even having a second to process his words, Heimdall had you bend over the end of one of The Great Lodges tables. He had put your arms behind your back, keeping his hand on your wrist to keep them in place. His hips flushed against your ass, you could feel his clothed cock pressing against your clothed cunt. He could feel your wetness and heat seeping through your leather pants. Oh how he was going to absolutely destroy you and leave you thoughtless. You swore you heard him let out groan.

What really got you though, was his left hand on your hip. His grip was squeezing you so roughly but just how you wanted. You could only think about how that hand would feel as he plunged his cock deep inside of you.

"Tsk, you're so pathetic. I have barely done anything and your already this wet. I think if I even make the slightest movement, you're going to cumming in your pants. So fucking needy uh?" He pulled on your wrists, lifting you up just a little bit.

"Answer me, sunshine." Heimdall demanded, his mouth next to your ear once again. His body adding extra weight onto your back. If you could move before, you surely can't now

"Y-yes." You meekly answered, you heard him scoff at this. Acting like he didn't already know the answer.

Heimdall stood up, making you miss his body heat on your back. You wanted to move your hips to try to convince him to move, but didn't in fear that he would take ever longer to make you cum.

"You're so impatient." Heimdall said with a roll of his hips, making sure you felt how hard he is. He wanted to tease you more, threaten that he's going to make you wait longer so you can learn some patience. But truth be told, he couldn't wait anymore either. He had waited to finally execute this moment for too long. He was as impatient as you.

He rolled his hips again, using the hand on your hip to help push you back further. Just these movements had you sighing and panting with pleasure. Didn't help either how the movement also made you breast rub against the table, rolling your nipples against your shirt.

After the third thrust, Heimdall sighed in annoyance. His long, white shirt and leather armor was two layers too many for him. He couldn't get enough friction on his dick, he felt like he couldn't feel you enough.

"Stay right there, don't even think about moving a muscle or I'll leave you here." He warned before letting go of your body. As quickly as possible, he tore off his white shirt and piece of leather armor. With how loud the rustling was, you wanted to turn around and watch him take it off. But your determination to be obedient out won your curiosity. It wasn't long before you heard a sigh of relief behind you, letting you know Heimdall was finished.

Finally his hands returned to your body, right back in their same spots. However, what you didn't expect was to feel his harden, naked cock on your backside. You could feel the heat of his cock pouring onto your skin, making you feel impossibly hotter. You felt a moan bubbling in the back of your throat. But you did have one question, why are your pants still on?

"You're still clothed because for the first time I make you cum will be in your pants." Heimdall told you sternly. God damn his pride, couldn't even let it go when you two are fucking. You felt a harsh smack met your ass. It was warning, you can feel his eyes glare daggers into your skull. It only turned you on more.

Sighing, Heimdall finally continued rolling his hips. Your pleasure intensified now that he had his cock out. You swore you could feel is twitch and throb with every thrust, you swore you could hear Heimdall let out the tiniest moans. Of course he was trying to hide them with grunts and sighing. You thought it was cute how sensitive his body also seems to be. Another spank found its way on your ass, this time though on the other side. You responded in a moan, smushing your face further into the table. In turn, also pushing your ass out further as well.

You could hear Heimdall scoff and chuckle at your reaction. You could practically see him shaking his head. His thrust started to get harsher and faster, you swear if didn't have pants or underwear on his cock would catch on your clit every time without fail. God oh how you wish he would just stop the teasing and rip your bottoms off. How you wish he would grow tired of this and just start fucking into your cunt. His moved his hand off your wrists and pulled your head up by your hair. Roughly digging his fingernails into your scalp, while tugging on your hair.

"What did I say, sunshine?" He asked behind gritted teeth, giving your ass another smack.

"Y-you want me to first c-cum in m-my pants..." You managed to get out between moans. You knew if you didn't answer he would leave you just like this.

"Exactly, so stop complaining and appreciate what I'm giving your worthless self." He finished with another smack to your ass-cheek, his words stinging in all the right ways. You were close, you just needed something a little more. Having hearing this thought, Heimdall stopped. He repositioned himself behind you, having the hand in you hair move in order to have his arm wrap around your waist. His hand was directly on where your clit was, applying pressure and rubbing the spot in quick circles. You lost your balance and your head hit the table, not enough to seriously hurt though. You tried to use your arms to help push you up and push more onto Heimdalls cock. If someone was behind the entrance to The Great Lodge, you are sure that they would hear your moans and Heimdalls groans. With how you both were rolling your hips, the pressure added to your clit, and the feeling of his cock, you truly felt as if he was actually fucking your pussy with no layers between you two.

"H-Heimdall I'm gonna-"

"I'm not stopping you." Heimdall said into your ear, angling his face so he kiss you. With one more push of his hips, you finally came. Moaning into his mouth while his tongue explored your mouth and swallowed your noises. Your body tensed up, your legs started to shake and your arms gave out. Making you break the kiss. His thrust didn't let up and his hand was still circling your clit, you quickly became overstimulated. Your voice reduced to pants and broken moans.

"S-slow down..." You slurred out, reaching your weak arms behind to try to grab him. Surprisingly Heimdall stopped his movement, and stood up. You could still feel how hard his cock was, begging for release. So why did he stop? Why didn't he let himself cum?

Finally tearing your leather pants off, Heimdall told you, "I want to cum inside you so you'll remember who made you such a pathetic mess. Not that I think you even need to be reminded, I'm sure you'll still be having those dirty thoughts again right after this. Never satisfied, how truly greedy of you, sunshine. Tsk tsk tsk." The cold air hit your cunt and Heimdall let out a small gasp. He knew your pussy would be soaked but not this soaked. Your wetness was dripping out of your cunt, going all the way down to your thighs. Your cunt was still throbbing and clenching from your orgasm. He couldn't help himself, he just had to get a sense of what your pussy is going feel like.

One of his hands held your hip, and the other he used to put his index finger on your pussy.

You gasped and stammered out, "H-heimdall stop I'm s-sensitive!" You don't even know if he could understand what you were saying, your voice being mostly moans. Oh but he understood what you said, but he didn't care. He's finally getting to touch your pussy after having to hear your thoughts about him, there was nothing that could stop him right now. He pushed his finger inside of your cunt, trying to get a feel of just how tight you're going to be. God how he wanted to stop getting a feeling and just ram his cock inside you, but he was being nice for once. Instead he put another finger insider, now making a scissoring motion. The small stretch felt so good, you swore you were going to actually lose your mind. He didn't hesitate to put a third and final finger in. You didn't know his long and slender could make you feel so full. It only got better when he started to move them, moving them around and stretching them out.

"R-right there!" You moaned out. It felt so good for him to finally hit your g-spot, having your question answered on how it would feel if he hit it. It was so much better and different from how you do it. Every movement of his fingers hit that spot, reaching places your fingers never could. It wasn't long before you felt that bubbling feeling.

"Fuccck...I-im gonna c-cum again..." You were torn between wanting him to stop or wanting him to make you cum again. You didn't know how much orgasms you had in you. However, Heimdall chose for you. He stopped his movements and slowly pulled his fingers out, hoping you were prep enough. He turned you on your side, putting one of your legs on his shoulder. You both finally saw what each other looked like.

Heimdall saw that your face was still flushed with a bright red. Your eyes even more blown out, your pupils extremely dilated. Your chest was heaving up and down, as you struggled to feel like you had enough air. Your hair was no longer neat, now strands were going in different directions.

Heimdalls was no different. Eyes so dilated that you could see into them. Chest rapidly going up and down, having the same problem you are. His braids were still put together but looked messy for once. You don't know how he managed to get them like that. The only difference was that his face wasn't flushed. He still looked so composed and put together, even though you both know he's not.

He looked at your lips, he needed to have another taste. So he did. He bent down and stole another kiss from you. It felt passionate and loving, while being rough and harsh. The kiss was filled with teeth clashing and you both trying to pull one other close as if one of you would disappear. It was sloppy and messy, with tongues battling each other making spit go down both of your chins. It was perfect. It said everything that needed to be said.

You felt the tip of his cock probe your entrance. You had forgotten what you two were doing, so consumed by the kisses. Heimdall chuckled when he felt your surprise moan, finally breaking away from the kiss. A line of spit still connected you two. Wasting no more time, he finally started to sink his cock slowly into. You could feel every ridge and vein with his pace. God you were beginning to go thoughtless. Wasn't helping that Heimdall couldn't hold back his moan anymore. They were so addictive, you needed to hear them till the end of time.

When he was fully in, he moved to put his head on your shoulder. He seemingly was already out of breath. Meanwhile you felt too hot, too sticky. You needed to at least take your chest armor off. You began to try to take it off, fumbling with the straps and buckles. Sensing your growing frustration, Heimdall moved your hands out of the way. unbuckling the armor, he pushed the leather piece off of you. The cold air colding your sweat-filled shirt. You sighed with relief.

"You can move now." You let Heimdall know, finally adjusted to his size. Also your first almost clear sentence during this whole situation.

Heimdall started with a small and slow roll of his hips. He sucked in a breath, having to adjust to your warmth. He wanted to go ahead and pound into your pussy. But he knew if he did, he would cum too soon. He wanted this moment to last for a little while. He was also trying to not overwhelm you. Little sweetheart didn't want to render you thoughtless just yet.

Heimdall had started moving his left hand towards your shirt, wanting to feel your tits. The tits he could never keep his eyes off of, the ones he wanted to lay his hands on and never have to take them off. God he needed to finally feel them in his palms. His hips kept the same slow pace as his hand slipped under your shirt. Your skin was so hot, so sticky with sweat. He could get addicted to touching you like this. Your skin felt so good, it felt so right against his fingers. Letting out a groan, he grasped your breast. Squeezing and rolling it between his fingers. Giving quick swipes to your hard nipple. He started hitting deeper inside you, as if touching your boobs had given him motivation to change pace. Your mouth is right near his ear, so not only can he hear your thoughts. Now he can hear every sound that comes out of your mouth. He can hear the little gasps, the pathetic whimpers, and the moans mixed with curses. He's going to have your sounds stuck in his head forever, not that he mind.

He pushed your shirt up, exposing your chest to the chilling air. It made your nipples even harder somehow. To Heimdall, they looked like a little treat just for him. When he thought he couldn't love your tits even more, he was proven wrong quickly. With his slow and deep thrusts, your chest was bouncing in such a hypnotic way. His thrusts got faster, needing to see your tits bounce more. With one of your legs still on his shoulder, he bent his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. God is he good with his mouth. As to expected, all that talking has to be for something right? His tongue licked your nipple in just the way you liked it. His teeth would graze it, giving it that slight rough treatment it needed. The pleasure from sucking your boobs went straight to your clit. Pushing his head a little to catch his attention, you looked into his annoyed eyes -why did you have to interpret his boob sucking?- but one look into your eyes and he heard what you needed.

His pace fastened and he made his hips came down harsher. He removed the hand on your torso and put it to your clit. Once again rubbing it fast little circles, but this time it was different. This time you can actually feel his fingers on it and not just the pressure. This time you can feel just how precise and nimble his fingers are. If it wasn't for his body between your legs, they would have snapped shut. It was too much pleasure for you at once, only used to your smaller fingers and needy movements. You needed more though.

You wrapped your other leg around his waist, holding him in place.

"M-More..." Your broken voice moaned out. Surprisingly he complied to your demand. His hips went faster, along with his fingers. He made sure he bottomed out at the end of every thrust, wanting you to feel all of him. His tip always hitting your spot as it went by, making you see stars. He doubled over, the pleasure being too strong for as well. Heimdall doesn't remember the last time he has felt this good. Being face to face once more, you grew shy. You felt so exposed with him looking at you while he's fucking your brains out. His gaze was too intense.

You moved your hand to your mouth, attempting to hide behind it.

"Oh now you're shy? Where was your shyness when you thought about me taking you wherever, not caring who saw or heard just as long as you got your fill? Where was your shyness when you thought about my cock inside every time you looked at my face? Uh? Why was your embarrassment and morals then, sunshine?" He didn't remove your hand, but he didn't need to. His eyes were still piercing into yours. His talk also made it seem like your hand was completely useless, like he could still see all of you.

Defeated, you put your hand back down. You wanted to respond and try to come up with an excuse but you couldn't. Not with how he changed his angle to continuously hit your g-spot, it was like he was trying to bruise it. You think he might bruise it actually. Satisfied at your defeat, Heimdall went to kiss you again. It felt exactly like how it did before. Passionate but also rough. Loving but also messy. Teeth clashing but no tongues battling. Heimdall easily overtook your mouth, claiming every inch as his.

That bursting feeling finally came back. You tried to pull away to warn Heimdall, but he kept your lips on his. You repeated in your head that you were coming to cum, hoping that Heimdall was still listening. Fortunately he was.

He pulled away, "Go ahead, sunshine." He kept his same bruising pace but circled your clit just a little bit faster. His eyes on you, his ears listening to your whines. He would be listening to your thoughts but you were just repeating the same thing: "I'm gonna cum".

He felt your cunt clench down and throb around his cock. He felt how your whole body tensed and shook. He saw how your eyes went into the back of your head, he sure you saw nothing but white. Your moans surrounded him, along with the little curses that followed.

"There you go, sunshine." Heimdall encouraged, loving how you felt around him. He wasn't far behind you. He doesn't know how he is going to last much longer with how your cunt is creaming around him right now.

With just a few more sloppy thrusts, Heimdall came with a moan. He couldn't stop his hips from doing quick thrusts. This time you could see how his eyes shot into the back of his head. You see how his whole body tensed up and was shaking when he finally relaxed. Although you could hear his moans and groans better. Your vision was a little blurry from your mind breaking orgasm.

As you both try to relax your bodies, calm your breathing, and steady your minds, Heimdall had this to say.

"We're not done yet, so rest up while you still can." He picked your limp body off the wooden table, and took you to his room.

#hehehehhhehe Im done with the afad version :)#ill do the amad version tomorrow #ive been writing all day #I hope you guys like it :)#god of war #gow #god of war heimdall #gow heimdall #heimdall #god of war heimdall x reader #gow heimdall x reader #heimdall x reader #heimdall smut #god of war heimdall smut

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churnedbutterr · 1 year

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I'm sorry to all the people who were looking forward to this for almost 2 months now. I hope this satisfies your needs for now.

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Part 1/?

It was a typical day of Heimdall trying to annoy Atreus. The boy was only trying his best not to listen to the self-absorbed prick, however, as for most of Heimdall's victims, he snapped. A little quarrel broke out. Atreus tried gruelingly to hit Heimdall with his arrows, but eventually got pushed down into the mud, getting covered in it. As Heimdall was praising himself and degrading Atreus, the boy sought a perfect opening to get back at him. Throwing mud at the man's beautifully ironed clean clothes, leaving Heimdall dazed and dumbfounded, and Atreus snickering. Clearly agitated and previously having Odin on Heimdall's tail, he had to go to his room to get a change of garments without further hurting Atreus. Having to leave Atreus to fend in Asgard's mud for himself. Fortunately, the All-father has given you a quest that would require you and Heimdall to leave Asgard for a little while. So, let's go get him, shall we?

"Yes, yes, I hear you. But I have no other choice! He has been pestering Atreus for days, and I can't have that boy leaving! Just take Heimdall with you to Niflheim and distract him for a good while." Odin had had enough of your whining about taking Heimdall on your mission. Knowing, that if he wasn't going to be bothering Atreus, he was going to be bothering you instead.

"But, All-father!" Trying to bicker with him further was just a waste of time at this point. He already had made up his mind and wasn't going to suggest anything else.

"I've got a lot of stuff to do and I have to fix this mess. Now, shoo! Go!"

Sighing, you left the old man to his papers, research, and any other stuff he was working on. Still not being able to believe that you'll need to spend time with Heimdall. It's not like you despised him but there was something about him that just made your stomach twist and twirl in a weird way.

Making your way from Odin over to Atreus, you noticed the massive amount of mud on his clothes, making you gasp.

"Atreus! What... What happened? Are you alright?" You exclaimed while jogging up to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. That Heimdall sure is... a lot." He said, wiping the dirt off his armor.

"Heimdall? Heimdall did this?" You asked, although, you already knew the answer. I mean, who else could it have been?

"Yeah! Of course, it was him! I can't believe Odin hasn't sent him permanently to the top of that large wall! He just haaas to be everywhere and annoy everyone."

His snout scrunched, but just seconds after you saw a smile creeping onto Atreus' face.

"Buuut, I managed to get some mud on him as well, I'd call my payback pretty successful." He said proudly, putting his fists on his hips and puffing his chest.

"Hah, that's awesome! How'd he react?" Starting to get enticed in this story, you started to forget your main goal of talking to Atreus.

"Oh, right! Speaking of Heimdall, I need him for something. Do you happen to know where he is?"

"Heimdall? You NEED Heimdall? Am I having a nightmare right now?"

"Ah, no, no." You dismissed Atreus' joke by waving both your hands in front of you. "I need him for a mission."

"Oh? Why not take me instead?"

'Uhhhh, shit.' Seems like you didn't think about this far enough.

"The All-fath- I mean, Odin told me to get Heimdall and uh get a thing from a place, and uhm he said..."

"He said...?" Atreus waited patiently for you to continue.

"He said... That only Heimdall could help! He said he had another mission for you soon so he wanted you to have some well-deserved rest first!"

Great save.

"Oh, well, alright." Yes! He bought the excuse!

"Haha, yeah. But DO you know where he is?"

"Considering that I got mud on him, he probably went to change." Atreus answered, attempting to wipe off the now caked-on mud from his clothes.

"Oh! Thank you, thank you. Alright, gotta go, bye-bye!"

"Wha- Bye?"

Leaving Atreus to ponder the conversation, you continued on your search for Heimdall.

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Nearing the end of the hall and the door to his room, you took in a quick breath before seeing the face you dreaded seeing the most. Raising your hand, you knocked on the heavy wooden door. Standing, waiting for an answer. Hearing light footsteps, you readied yourself for discouragement and name-calling. The door creaked open, leaving you stunned.

The very last thing you expected to show up in front of your face was his pale chest. His... pale, beautiful chest. 'No, get that out of your head.' You said to yourself, not moving an inch. However, you kept staring. Staring... at his chest, collar, neck...

"Come on, sweetheart. I know that I am stunning but stop admiring. What is it you want?" He said as you finished your eye journey to his face.

His voice snapped you out of your trance. Blood started to rush to your face, making your cheeks slightly pink.

"The All-father told me to..." Taking a small gulp, you continued. "to get you. For a mission. To Muspelheim." You said, hoping that he hadn't noticed the sweat dripping from your forehead.

"Muspelheim?" He asked in a teasing voice, questioning what you had said, knowing that that was definitely not what you meant.

Realizing your mistake, you quickly corrected yourself.

"Niflheim! I meant... Niflheim." You started to feel slightly embarrassed that you had said the wrong realm. Trying to calm yourself from the interaction was proving to be difficult, though, it wasn't helping that his face was inching closer to yours, as to inspect it.

"Seems as if you already went to Muspleheim before coming here."

He smirked. Noticing the blush creeping up to your ears.

"No. I. I didn't." You corrected him before continuing your proposal.

"Listen, you don't have much of a choice. Also, we need to be gone from Asgard as soon as possible, and for the rest of the day, so, get dressed." You spoke, looking over his abdomen, which had his pants almost falling below his hips, before averting your gaze to the side, to not let your thoughts wander further.

"Sigh. Well if the All-father says so." He murmured.

"I'll be out in a moment, just wait-"

Before Heimdall could finish his sentence, you both heard heavy footsteps almost rounding the corner.

"HEIMDALL."

"Shit." You and Heimdall whispered simultaneously, hearing Thor nearing your way. Turns out, Heimdall had an unfinished argument with him, that's why he exclaimed profanity. But you? You said that because you were about to be caught speaking with a man who was half-naked and leaning on the door frame. Both of you wouldn't have had a fun time explaining that to Odin if Thor were to see you.

Quickly reacting, because of reading your thoughts and agreeing with them, Heimdall pulled you by your waist into his room and pushed you with his hands on your half-exposed back into the half-empty wardrobe to hide. Naturally, he joined you, pulling you close to him and lightly holding your head to his chest. Your cheek touched his exposed skin and sank into it. Hearing every beat that resonated from his heart.

Meanwhile, Thor had barged in and was looking around for Heimdall in the room.

Your face grew redder and your thoughts started to foster in the middle of your mind rapidly, making you have a impossible way of ignoring them. What if his pants just happened to slip down further? What if you both fell out of the closet and he fell on top of you? What if you looked up at him and his purple eyes stared you down with lust? What if you made a move that would fluster him and make him suddenly want you? What if-

"Please," With a heavy annoyed sigh, he whispered, twisting his head slightly away from you. "silence your thoughts for a minute."

"Sorry." You dug your ear into his chest which appeared to be getting warmer by the second. Was his pulse quickening too?

No, no way it was. You were just overthinking, right? No way such a god would have feelings for someone like you.

...

Right?

Hold on. Did you have feelings for him? You're the one getting all flustered. No. No. This is bad. You shouldn't have feelings for him! First off, he'll never reciprocate them, and second, IT'S HEIMDALL! IT'S-

"SHUT UP" He whispered as quietly as he could.

Heimdall had swiftly leaned towards you, making you almost fall backward, the only support being his hands grabbing you by the shoulders, seeming as if he wanted to shake you and your thoughts out of your brain.

"Please, PLEASE, shut the FUCK up."

You stared at him in his glowing eyes as he scolded you. Although there was little to no light in the closet, you could feel the warmth radiating from his face and you knew that he was blushing too. Maybe even more than you.

Thor left with a loud slam of the door and angry footsteps. Leaving you and Heimdall frozen in the closet.

"Is he gone?" You whispered.

Heimdall peaked out to inspect. The thin ray of light caressing his face showed how red it had gotten. Clearing his throat, he said, "Yes, it appears so."

He hurriedly stepped out of the closet first, letting go of your shoulders. You, on the other hand, being clumsy and all, managed to trip on clothes and strings that got scattered on the floor by Thor.

Trying to quickly react, you reach out for the thing in front of you, which just happened to be Heimdall.

You grab him, and since he had busied his mind to not read any more of your thoughts, he wasn't paying attention.

You made him fall to the ground with you. You however, face-planted on the floor.

"Ouch..." Your voice got muffled by the floorboards.

You slowly looked up to see if he had gotten hurt from the fall. But instead of scolding you he was just sitting there on the floor, staring at you with wide eyes and a clogged throat.

Wondering what it was, your sweat turned cold and your eyes opened wide once you realized the pose you had fallen in.

Chest down, on your knees with your ass up. One hand grabbing his forearm that you tried to hold on to for support during the fall and the other clutching the clothes on the floor. And now, staring at him with your cheek hugging the wooden floor.

It practically looked as if you were begging for him. Not to mention, you were between his bent knees, your face merely steps away from his shaft.

You stared at each other not saying a word. It seemed as if both of your minds had gone blank.

His features started looking far too good in the morning light, hoping for something more you slowly rose up and cautiously inched closer to him as you noticed him leaning closer to you too. Your lips gravitated towards each other, leaving barely any room for breaths. Your noses almost touching.

But before you could get a taste, he stood up and grabbed the fresh shirt he had laid out on his bed previously and put it on. "Ahem, you said we needed to get out as soon as possible, right? Let's go." He said in a hurry, buttoning his clothes and tightening his belt, adjusting something in his pants.

Shortly after, he left you alone in his room with a loud thud of the door.

'That prick.'

You said to yourself, knowing damn well he just chickened out of a moment you both wanted.

You wouldn't let him get away that easily.

---part 1/?---

Soo, how'd I do? Constructive criticism is strongly appreciated. If you're looking forward to the next part, please let me know! I'll try to write it way faster this time~.

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nepeta-cata · 1 year

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I know I don't usually post these kinds of things but I'm still stuck in my Heimdall obsession so BEWARE! SMUTTY THOUGHTS AHEAD!

Imagine Heimdall degrading you. He's naturally so good at that, it'll be easy for him to carry that over to the bedroom. Him telling you how pathetic you are for needing him so bad afjskks he knows he's superior and it's so hot

#god of war ragnaröck #god of war heimdall #heimdall x reader #gow heimdall #heimdall smut #god of war smut

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tarithenurse · 1 year

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Consummation

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Heimdal x fem!Asgardian!reader Content: Just pure fluff and smut. A/N: This is the followup to “Heimdal’s Question” which you technically don’t have to read in order to enjoy it, but I’d love for it to get some more attention.

Consummation

You are tired and slightly tipsy as Heimdal leads you to your temporary lodgings at the palace. The royal family had extended the courtesy, insisting that the last you should have to worry about was house-holding, cooking and tidying up the first 48 hours of your marriage. The gold and white gown drifts in the early morning breeze as you pass an open door to a balcony with a view over Asgard where the sky is growing pale – the wedding party has lasted til just before dawn. Your shoes makes your feet ache but you know you’d follow your soulmate anywhere at any time.

You’re caught off guard by the sound of a door closing behind you, too lost in thought to have realized that you’ve entered a fabulous room. A room that’s yours for the next days.

Even though the fireplace is cold, the place is bathed in a golden light from dozens of candles and flower petals are strewn upon the creamy silks of the bed making you giggle slightly at the thought of what is about to take place.

Heimdal looks at you. “It is your choice how we proceed...if you just want to sleep th-”

But you notice the flickering, hungry gaze to your body and it makes you feel warm and tingly. Wanted. “Please,” you whisper sultry, “don’t make me wait any longer.”

All night, you’ve been admiring the man of your dreams and now you’re finally alone. How could you delay any longer? Heat pools in your belly and you reach up to unfasten the veil from your shoulders. It drifts to the floor and is soon joined by the sash.

Heimdal catches the idea and he too begins to undress, revealing a firm and broad torso that further ignites your hunger. Strong arms and hands work effortlessly to remove boots and socks before hesitating on the belt buckle all while his eyes never leave you. Your own gaze roving, you notice the prominent bulge twitch as you release your dress, allowing it to pool at your feet. Stepping out of it, you walk up to your husband and reach forward, caressing his cock through the leather of the trousers.

“Please?” you whisper and he nods breathlessly.

Hands begin to move frantically, shedding the last shreds of clothes as Heimdal walks you backwards to the bed. The last thing he does before laying you down slowly, is to step out of the trousers, revealing a proud erection that takes your breath away.

He’s gentle, even as he stalks you across the mattress until you can get no further but rest against the fluffy pillows. And then, finally, his mouth find yours. A hand cups your face, lips gently brushing against lips while warm breaths fan your face softly. There’s a sweet, honeyed taste of mead. He’s hovering over you, encompassing your entire world. Candle light flickers across his beautiful skin and reflects in the gold of his eyes, making it seem like molten pools of amber.

Then his lips move to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Further down over the tops of your breasts which his hand cups and squeezes gingerly, rolling your already sensitive nipples between the fingers until your back arches and he can’t help but lower his head and take one of them in his mouth. Licking. Suckling. Biting teasingly.

Yourself are trying to breathe evenly, hands massaging his shoulders and arms when you don’t cup his head to steer him further down your body, impatient as the need builds in you, making your hips roll in search of some friction but finding nothing.

Still, he gets the point and moves further, fingers dancing to your mound before deftly tracing your folds, each stroke ending with a little circle around the bundle of nerves that is tingling with anticipation. It makes you gasp, writhing to chase his movement that so effortlessly seek out what you want.

Heimdal chuckles, planting a last kiss by your hip bone before delving between your thighs.

Heat rises within you. Throwing your head back, you can’t help but moan his name and he answers with a growl that vibrates through your pelvis. All you can do is hold on to his head, trying not to push or pull too much. You wish you could do more.

And then the idea strikes.

“Wait, hon,” you gasp, pulling away awkwardly. “Lie on your back, please.”

He does as you ask without hesitation and you crawl down his body until his face is between your legs once more and you, on the other hand, can place kisses and licks to his weeping cock head.

Heimdal begins before you get a proper grip on his cock, lapping eagerly at your folds which means that you can feel him stutter the moment your lips encircle him. Taking him as deep as you can without choking, you begin experimenting, bobbing your head up and down until you find the right angle to take him deeper. With each trip to the tip, your tongue darts around the crown and as you do that again and again, his mouth parts from your cunt and he groans deeply.

“I can’t...I can’t concentrate if you continue,” he gasps, making you smile at having such power over him right now.

Your lips let go with a soft plop. “Then just enjoy it, my love.”

Continuing, it becomes a game to distract each other the most and for you to pull the sweetest sounds from his mouth, the buzz of groans heightening your own pleasure which he stubbornly seeks to continue providing.

Still, you’re the one who’s unprepared for the moment he inserts a finger, wriggling and pumping it along to the speed you’re following. Then two and you feel your cunt clench, wanting more and yet being so close to the edge as he has found that special spot deep within.

“Let me...please, let me see you,” he growls.

He manoeuvres you easily, getting you on your back before he slots himself between your legs and lines up. You bend your legs in anticipation, wanting to grant him easy access and he smiles, equally eager and rubbing his cock between your folds to ready himself.

Kissing you, he drives in slowly, stealing away the air from your lungs with each inch. It’s quite a lot of inches and all of them adds to the growing pressure in your abdomen. Red hot desire and desperation for more. Reaching down, you grab Heimdal’s ass and pulls him further, urging him as deep as he can.

“Very well,” he too is breathless but he follows your less than subtle hints and fills you up before finding a steady rhythm back and forth.

Your body tightens automatically, overwhelmed by the fullness and the delight that’s coursing through your veins. Clenching around his cock, it’s all you can do to remember to breathe as he picks up the pace.

“Touch yourself, my love,” he pleads.

Who would you be to deny him? One hand coasts to his shoulder, feeling his muscles work under the skin, while the other delves between your bodies in search for your clit, finding it expertly. Slow at first, you begin to rub tight circles but soon you find his and your speed increasing, driving you to the edge sooner than anticipated.

You’re babbling, whining as the tension in your core is about to snap.

“Cum for me, love.”

Legs spasming, body shaking, you do as you’re told. Searing light and a rush that makes you feel like you’re flying. Your cunt grips him like a vice and you are vaguely aware that he spasms, ramming deep within you with a deep groan.

It takes a while before the two of you calm down enough to move let alone talk but when you come to your senses, Heimdal lazily kisses you.

“My beloved,” he whispers hoarsely.

“My soulmate,” you answer, legs now jelly.

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rolling-storm-writing · 7 months

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Can you please write Týr x Kratos??? It can be headcanons of fluff, smut, or both!!! Just write whatever comes to mind!!! I'll be thankful with anything you write for me!!! 😊💖💖💖

Tyr/Kratos- Headcanons

warnings; NSFW

Two words… SLOW BURN, first and foremost both are still deeply hurt and grieving. Tyr is fresh from being imprisoned and Kratos still reeling after Ragnarok.

Kratos is quite weary of the former god as he brings Mimir to speak with him. If anything the two don’t truly interact without outside help.

Awkward to the outside eye as they sit in an ominous silence around a camp fire.

The two find common ground when it comes to god hood and what it means. Learning from one another and finding solace in their differences and similarities.

Their relationship is a very slow but meaningful one in my opinion.

Occasional trips to other realms or taking time to hunt together. Quiet storytelling or quick “hello’s” when in passing.

There is no big gesture or ask the two simply just fall into place at each other’s side.

Tyr is the more openly romantic one of the two with physical touch and words of affirmation being big things for him.

After being locked away for so long tho he’s very hesitant about opening up to another.

Kratos doesn’t mind and often finds the gentle touches and closeness to be perfect. More meaningful than some swooning kiss could ever be.

“May I?” Would come his lover’s quiet voice as they walked together. And without fail Kratos would offer his hand to him.

Tyr’s larger one wrapped ever so delicately around his own as they continued on their walk.

One thing about this pair is communication and proper boundaries are a must. Very tentative and careful with one another no matter the occasion.

“Is this alright?” Kratos would mutter running his fingers through the giant’s soft hair. A soft hum of approval and he’d continue on twirling the soft locs through his fingers.

And in the morning when those larger hands massaged at Kratos’ waist, and soft lips pressed against his shoulder all it took was quiet “continue” and they’d be all over each other.

On his back Kratos looked through hooded lids as Tyr loomed over him. Legs spread wide and held up at his lover sunk deeper into him.

“So beautiful…” watching as his cock nestled deeper inside, kratos’ hole speared and puffy with glistening silk with every filling inch.

Tyr is so much bigger and it drives the both of them mad with lust. Kratos is a pillow princess and Tyr’s only cowgirl and the god can’t get enough.

Losing himself as he plows into the smaller man with each bed rattling thrusts. hands on his hips, pulling Kratos back and pushing into him over and over.

Kratos isn’t a loud man but with Tyr he’s a growling mess. Low moans filling the room to mingle with slapping skin and creaking bed frame.

These two have so much stamina it’s almost unreal how long they can go. “So good for me…” Tyr would whisper finally as he buried his cock fully, Kratos holding onto with dear life as he was folded like a pretzel.

cum dripping from his hole as and down his thighs. Eyes rolled to the back of his skull choking on a breathless moan as he too reached a mind numbing climax.

Tyr is very much a service top and lives to make sure his love is satisfied. Slowly pulling out and peppering Kratos with soft kisses. Lips pressed together in a soft kiss as hands grasp and caress the other.

Aftercare and just taking care of one another is simply a must as well. Relaxing in the bath some time later or cuddling up after a previously prepared meal.

These two are honesty just goals in my eyes. Very sweet and slow in a way that’s just perfect…

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A/N; WELL I finally wrote something!! Honestly I really do like this ship and maybe I’ll write more for em.

If y’all have any other suggestions feel free to let me know ! And don’t forget your umbrella<3

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pascaloverx · 2 months

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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

chapter two

Chapter One

A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...

"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.

"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.

"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.

"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.

"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.

"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.

"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.

"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.

"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.

"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.

"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.

"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.

"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.

"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.

"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.

You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.

"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.

"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.

"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.

"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.

"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.

"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.

"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you

"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.

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kakashiislut · 1 year

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please PLEASEEE do heimdall SIMPING OVER A THICK THICK SEXY MAMACITA PLEAAASEE(please take your time,luv you gurl)

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I Love Reading the “luv you gurl” in a funny way 💕💕

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Warnings: simping. Sexy simping over a sexy mommy. Also sorry I’m on crack at 3 am.

Authors Note: Heimdall hornyness.

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Just a blurb~ Heimdall X Thick!Reader

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Oh he’s absolutely horrible and he knows it. He’s out of his mind, but he can’t stop looking and he can’t stop staring and he can’t stop thinking. If he even does use his stupid head.

The thighs. THE THIGHSS. He wants them, he’s never seen anything like them before and he NEEDS them. Of course she’s way too good for him. Way too tall, way too thick, with a tummy he wants to smack his face into and just sleep on.

And the boobs? Oh he’s a dog. Barking. Yearning. Growling. He wants to stick his dick between them and thrust. How? He doesn’t even know if that’s possible.

So he does what he shouldn’t do. He pretends to drop something Infront of your room door when it’s open. Bends down to pick it up and acts like he didn’t see you when you greet him.

“Oh hey Y/N. Just dropping my stuff, which I usually never do, I’m not clumsy or anything- unless you like them clumsy- shit”

You’ve caught him staring. So many times. SO. MANY. TIMES.

You’ve even raised an eyebrow at him and literally asked him “what chu looking at, boy” making him do a full 180 and walk away.

But when he’s in??? Oh he’s in.

You’ve finally let him do stuff to you. Finally let him suck on your nipples and scratch at your thighs. He’s sits funny when he fucks your chest and he gets mad when you make fun of the height difference. Who cares. He’s cute.

He purrs.

It’s comes from his chest and his eyes flash all sorts of colors.

He wants you to sit on him and ride him.

He has his dirty hands all over your boobies (boobies hehe) squeezing them and knocking them together.

Oh he’s feral.

And tired.

He fell asleep after and you just stared at him.

But he’s cute. You think he’s cute…and maybe his dick is way too big for his body and maybe…just maybe….JUST MAYBE- you might fancy him a little. Just a baby crush.

A small one.

(It’s a very big crush, you guys get married and have kids and die old)

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samieree · 8 months

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Jealous Heimdall x Reader (Request)

I'm sorry you had to wait so long 😣🙈 But I hope that you're gonna like it! 💗

Request: Can you do a smut one where heimdall gets jealous and decides to breed you?

!MATURE CONTENT! !MINORS DNI!

“Who was it?”

You had barely time to sit back in the armchair after a hard, busy day, when Heimdall came into the room with a clear grudge in his voice. You sighed heavily, turning in your chair to look at him.

“You mean the nice boy who gave me a seat in the mead hall, or the one who went to refill my tea?”

“I didn't know about the second one, but now I know, thanks.” You rolled your eyes. There, before you stood Heimdall, with his usual envy. It doesn't matter that you're married, he acts the same as when you weren't even together. “So?” He moved closer and leaned over you. “Who was it?”

“How do I know? I don't ask the name of every person who looks at me.” You shrugged, resting your head against the back of the chair and closing your eyes. But not for long.

“You should.” You opened your eyes as you felt him tap you on the shoulder.

“Why? So you can stalk them later?”

You already knew how it would end. Once one of the dwarves made you sad, and not even on purpose, later it turned out that you misunderstood his words... But it was enough that you felt sad for a moment, a few tears fell, soaked into your beloved's shirt, and that he knew exactly by whom you felt like that...

Now the dwarves don’t speak to you anymore, except honorifics. You didn't know what he did or said to them, but something that shut them up forever.

A similar situation happened with a certain Asgardian. He accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your coat in the mud. You didn't make a big deal out of it because all you had to do was wash it. You even refused that boy when he offered to wash it himself. You were surprised when you put your coat away for a while at home to take care of it later, and when you came back, it was gone. And the next day that boy knocked on your door, clearly very stressed, and handed you a cleaned coat.

Okay, this is where Heimdall might have gotten a little nervous because the coat was a gift from him, but come on, it was just a mud stain.

“I'm not stalking anyone.” You raised an eyebrow, looking at him carefully. His expression remained the same, questioning. He was still waiting for you to give him a name.

“Dwarves don't talk to me anymore. Only with Thor and Baldur I can talk freely, although it happens that you peek from the side anyway. Yes, I have eyes and I can see it.” He wasn't too surprised that you knew he was following you from time to time. But only sometimes! At least that's what he says. “And I have enough of your jealousy.”

“I'm not jealous!” He stopped leaning over you. He straightened up completely, folded his arms over his chest, and his face was filled with the typical expression of an 'offended' boy.

You had to fight with yourself not to laugh at your husband's attitude. He was a master at playing a pissed-off teenager. In fact, he played this role brilliantly throughout his whole life.

“Then how do you explain?” You asked with a slight smile on your face. The situation was slowly starting to amuse you, not to annoy you.

“I just…” He paused. He didn't know how else to explain it. He was silent for a few moments, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before continuing. “I don't like to see anyone thinking they can get close to you. Too close.”

“So you're jealous.” You replied, barely holding back a laugh, which he noticed.

Suddenly he leaned over you again, but this time your faces were very close and he was studying you intensely. His purple eyes stared into yours and you immediately stopped laughing, now you just stared at each other and you wondered what he had come up with.

“Maybe I should make it clear to everyone that you're mine?” You felt a blush spread across your face as you heard those words. Spoken softly, in a gentle tone, coupled with the touch of a hand on your thigh. “Would you like this…?” His lips brushed yours, clearly teasing you. “Walking around with my baby in your belly so everyone knows they have no chance…?” He placed his free hand under your chin and lifted it up slightly, kissing you.

You didn't have to answer with words, just returned the kiss, deepening it.

Would you like to have a child with him? You never thought much about it, because neither of you brought up the subject. But the child, being part of you and part of him... Maybe even with his shining eyes... You'd like to see that. You would like to see how he holds your child in his arms, how he braids its hair when it grows up a bit...

You let yourself be lifted from the chair and moved to the bed for comfort. You felt his hands at the bottom of your shirt, lifting the clothes up and finally over your head and landing somewhere on the floor. You felt warm kisses on your lips and elsewhere on your face as he quickly stripped you of your clothes.

He was thrilled by the thought that you wanted to have a child with him. He was thrilled with every kiss you gave back. He was excited by every touch he felt, first through his clothes and then on his bare skin. No matter how many times your hands are on his body, he enjoys it just as much each time.

He loves kissing your perfect lips, being naked in bed with you, watching and feeling your body respond to his touch. He loves to hear the moans that escape your mouth as he kisses and licks your breasts as he does now.

Teasing you is one of his favourite pastimes, as he often waits for the moment when you start asking him for more so he can finally touch you where you want it most.

On the other hand, he struggles with himself, feeling your hands in his hair or nails digging into his arms or back.

“That's what you want?” He whispered the question in your ear, playing at your entrance.

You nodded, moving your hips, wanting to touch him harder, to feel him against your womanhood. You waited for a while, hoping that he would take pity on you. But no, you had to say it. Beg him.

“Please…” You moaned underneath him, turning to his face by your ear and kissing him. You had to wait a while for the answer, when you were kissing deeply, with tongues.

“How could I refuse such a beautiful woman who needs my help?” You finally felt it. You felt him inside you and a shiver ran through your body.

It was a wonderful feeling of the perfectly fitting bodies. When your movements synchronized, when each thrust released a moan of pleasure. Every moment that passed in this state was filled with pleasure and completely unique. Every kiss, every touch, every single element that made up the whole was significant and pleasant.

When you both felt that you were close to the end and it was getting harder and harder to endure, but at the same time there was even more motivation to see it through. The movements were faster and stronger, the breaths shorter and shallower, until all the tension gathering in the bodies found a way out, flooding you with a wave of pleasure.

Breathing heavily, Heimdall rolled onto his side, one arm behind his head.

“You scratched me again.” He said as he caught his breath, looking at you meaningfully.

“Your clothes cover your entire back, so I don't see any problem.” You replied with a slight smile, moving closer to him and resting your head on his chest. You closed your eyes, remembering the fresh moments you had with him.

“You don't think it's over, do you?” He put his finger under your chin to make you look at him. “I won't stop until I'm sure you're carrying my child.”

Oh, you had no doubts about that.

~Author's note~

I don't know what to think about all those smuts I have written 🙈 I feel like I'm still not brave enough to use strong words 🤷‍♂️ But what do you think?

-> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

@izzy-star1223 It was for you If I remember correctly 💖

#heimdall #god of war ragnarok #gow heimdall #god of war heimdall #heimdall god of war #god of war #gow #heimdall gow #heimdall x reader #heimdall one shot #heimdall smut

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trashingfish · 1 year

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Thoughts Part 2 (amad version)

Warnings/contents: Amad reader/rough sex/light degradation/dry humping/sloppy makeouts/

Let me know what you think! As well as any errors!

People who asked to tagged: @imllsn

As of right now, Heimdall is sitting on one of the benches to the tables with a book in his hands trying to read its contents. Key word "trying" as you were sitting next to him, with those thoughts. You sat there eating and pretending like you're not currently thinking about how Heimdall should reward you for helping with the mission. How you were so good and didn't start a petty fight in the middle of retrieving the artifact. How you listened to every command he gave to you. After all Odin did spend you with him to protect and watch over him. Not that Heimdall even needed to be protected, but Odin was very insistent that you went with him. So you went and stayed out of his way, only stepping in when asked to. So why hasn't Heimdall thanked you by holding you down and fucking your ass until you felt like you couldn't take anymore of his ruthless pounding?

Shaking his head, he continued with, "And now you want to act all innocent and shy. Too late now sunshine, I've already heard your pathetic thoughts," Heimdall got closer to you, stopping when his mouth was right beside your ear. "How you wish I would just ravish you like a madman. How you wish I would stuff your mouth with my cock to finally shut you up. I've heard how you just oh so need me to touch your body because your hands can't satisfy you anymore. I can hear your dirty thoughts right now even." Heimdall moved his hand to your throat, squeezing down so you could barely breathe anymore. His other hand coming down right beside your neck, on the table, along with his right leg coming up and meeting your bulge. Your voice caught in your throat, but you let out the sweet whimper. He had successfully caged you in, and you couldn't be more excited.

He chuckled before saying, "Oh? Just my leg would do? Of course such a filthy body such as yours would be satisfied with just my leg on your cock. Tsk tsk tsk, what am I going to do with you?" His lips touched your ear, slowly making his way down. He made sure to leave the faintest kisses, ones that would leave you begging for more. He stopped at your lips and lifted his head, staring into your blow out eyes.

"N-No it's embarrassing. You know what I want so just...please just do it...please." You tried to plead with him, tried to move your hips slightly so you could get some friction.

"I need you to make me cum. I don't care how, just do it please..." Heimdall smiled his signature cocky, arrogant smile.

"As you wish, sunshine." Without even having a second to process his words, Heimdall had you bend over the end of one of The Great Lodges tables. He had put your arms behind your back, keeping his hand on your wrist to keep them in place. His hips flushed against your ass, you could feel his clothed cock pressing against your clothed ass. He could feel your hard cock restraining against your leather pants, as well as the heat seeping through the bottoms. Oh how he was going to absolutely destroy you and leave you thoughtless. You swore you heard him let out a groan.

"Tsk, you're so pathetic. I have barely done anything and you're already this wet. I think if I even make the slightest movement, you're going to cumming in your pants. So fucking needy uh?" He pulled on your wrists, lifting you up just a little bit.

"Answer me, sunshine." Heimdall demanded, his mouth next to your ear once again. His body adding extra weight onto your back. If you could move before, you surely can't now

"Y-yes." You meekly answered, you heard him scoff at this. Acting like he didn't already know the answer.

Heimdall stood up, making you miss his body heat on your back. You wanted to move your hips to try to convince him to move, but didn't in fear that he would take ever longer to make you cum.

He rolled his hips again, using the hand on your hip to help push you back further. Just these movements had you sighing and panting with pleasure. Didn't help either how the movement also made you chest rub against the table, rolling your nipples against your shirt.

Sighing, Heimdall finally continued rolling his hips. Your pleasure intensified now that he had his cock out. You swore you could feel it twitch and throb with every thrust, you swore you could hear Heimdall let out the tiniest moans. Of course he was trying to hide them with grunts and sighing. You thought it was cute how sensitive his body also seems to be. Another spank found its way on your ass, this time though on the other side. You responded in a moan, smushing your face further into the table. In turn, also pushing your ass out further as well.

You could hear Heimdall scoff and chuckle at your reaction. You could practically see him shaking his head. His thrust started to get harsher and faster, you swear if didn't have pants or underwear on his cock would catch on your asshole every. You swear that his tip would prob it every single time. God oh how you wish he would just stop the teasing and rip your bottoms off. How you wish he would grow tired of this and just start fucking into your ass. He moved his hand off your wrists and pulled your head up by your hair. Roughly digging his fingernails into your scalp, while tugging on your hair.

"What did I say, sunshine?" He asked behind gritted teeth, giving your ass another smack.

"Y-you want me to first c-cum in m-my pants..." You managed to get out between moans. You knew if you didn't answer he would leave you just like this.

"Exactly, so stop complaining and appreciate what I'm giving your worthless self." He finished with another smack to your ass-cheek, his words stinging in all the right ways. You were close, you just needed something a little more. Having hearing this thought, Heimdall stopped. He repositioned himself behind you, having the hand in you hair move in order to have his arm wrap around your waist. His hand was directly on your cock, applying pressure and rubbing the outline up and down. You lost your balance and your head hit the table, not enough to seriously hurt though. You tried to use your arms to help push you up and push more onto Heimdalls cock. If someone was behind the entrance to The Great Lodge, you are sure that they would hear your moans and Heimdalls groans. With how you both were rolling your hips, the pressure added to your cock, and the feeling of his cock, you truly felt as if he was actually fucking your ass with no layers between you two.

"H-Heimdall I'm gonna-"

"I'm not stopping you." Heimdall said into your ear, angling his face so he kiss you. With one more push of his hips, you finally came. Moaning into his mouth while his tongue explored your mouth and swallowed your noises. Your body tensed up, your legs started to shake and your arms gave out. Making you break the kiss. His thrusts didn't let up and his hand was still rubbing your cock, you quickly became overstimulated. Your voice reduced to pants and broken moans.

Finally tearing your leather pants off, Heimdall told you, "I want to cum inside you so you'll remember who made you such a pathetic mess. Not that I think you even need to be reminded, I'm sure you'll still be having those dirty thoughts again right after this. Never satisfied, how truly greedy of you, sunshine. Tsk tsk tsk." The cold air hit your lower body and Heimdall let out a small gasp. Your cum had made a mess of your cock. Your pre-cum wasn’t helping either. It was dripping out of your tip, covering most of it and running down your length. Both your cock and ass were still throbbing and clenching from your orgasm. He couldn't help himself, he had to just get a sense of what your ass is going to feel like.

One of his hands held your hip, and the other he wet his index finger and put it inside your asshole.

You gasped and stammered out, "H-heimdall stop I'm s-sensitive!" You don't even know if he could understand what you were saying, your voice being mostly moans. Oh but he understood what you said, but he didn't care. He's finally getting to touch your ass after having to hear your thoughts about him, there was nothing that could stop him right now. He pushed a wet finger inside of your ass, trying to get a feel of just how tight you're going to be. God how he wanted to stop getting a feeling and just ram his cock inside you, but he was being nice for once. Instead he put another finger insider, now making a scissoring motion. The small stretch felt so good, you swore you were going to actually lose your mind. He didn't hesitate to put a third and final finger in. You didn't know his long and slender could make you feel so full. It only got better when he started to move them, moving them around and stretching them out.

"R-right there!" You moaned out. It felt so good for him to finally hit your prostate, having your question answered on how it would feel if he hit it. It was so much better and different from how you do it. Every movement of his fingers hit that spot, reaching places your fingers never could. It wasn't long before you felt that bubbling feeling.

"You can move now." You let Heimdall know, finally adjusted to his size. Also your first almost clear sentence during this whole situation.

Heimdall started with a small and slow roll of his hips. He sucked in a breath, having to adjust to your warmth. He wanted to go ahead and pound into your ass. But he knew if he did, he would cum too soon. He wanted this moment to last for a little while. He was also trying to not overwhelm you. Little sweetheart didn't want to render you thoughtless just yet.

Heimdall had started moving his left hand towards your shirt, wanting to feel your chest. The chest he could never keep his eyes off of, the one he wanted to lay his hands on and never have to take them off. God he needed to finally feel them in his palms. His hips kept the same slow pace as his hand slipped under your shirt. Your skin was so hot, so sticky with sweat. He could get addicted to touching you like this. Your skin felt so good, it felt so right against his fingers. Letting out a groan, he grasped your chest. Squeezing and rolling it between his fingers. Giving quick swipes to your hard nipple. He started hitting deeper inside you, as if touching your chest had given him motivation to change pace. Your mouth is right near his ear, so not only can he hear your thoughts. Now he can hear every sound that comes out of your mouth. He can hear the little gasps, the pathetic whimpers, and the moans mixed with curses. He's going to have your sounds stuck in his head forever, not that he mind.

He pushed your shirt up, exposing your chest to the chilling air. It made your nipples even harder somehow. To Heimdall, they looked like a little treat just for him. When he thought he couldn't love your chest even more, he was proven wrong quickly. With his slow and deep thrusts, the fat of your chest was bouncing in such a hypnotic way. His thrusts got faster, needing to see your chest bounce more. With one of your legs still on his shoulder, he bent his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. God is he good with his mouth. As to expected, all that talking has to be for something right? His tongue licked your nipple in just the way you liked it. His teeth would graze it, giving it that slight rough treatment it needed. The pleasure from sucking your nipples went straight to your dick. Pushing his head a little to catch his attention, you looked into his annoyed eyes -why did you have to interpret his nipple sucking?- but one look into your eyes and he heard what you needed.

His pace fastened and he made his hips came down harsher. He removed the hand on your torso and put it on your cock. This time stroking it fast and making sure to cover every inch. He would stop his hand at your leaking tip, mixing together your cum and pre-cum together to easily glide his hand down. This time was so much different from his rubbing. This time you can actually feel his fingers on it and not just the pressure. This time you can feel just how precise and nimble his fingers are. If it wasn't for his body between your legs, they would have snapped shut. It was too much pleasure for you at once, only used to your smaller fingers and needy movements. You needed more though.

You wrapped your other leg around his waist, holding him in place.

You moved your hand to your mouth, attempting to hide behind it.

Defeated, you put your hand back down. You wanted to respond and try to come up with an excuse but you couldn't. Not with how he changed his angle to continuously hit your prostate, it was like he was trying to bruise it. You think he might bruise it actually. Satisfied at your defeat, Heimdall went to kiss you again. It felt exactly like how it did before. Passionate but also rough. Loving but also messy. Teeth clashing but no tongues battling. Heimdall easily overtook your mouth, claiming every inch as his.

He pulled away, "Go ahead, sunshine." He kept his same bruising pace and focused his stroking on your sensitive tip. His eyes on you, his ears listening to your whines. He would be listening to your thoughts but you were just repeating the same thing: "I'm gonna cum".

He felt your asshole clench down and throb around his cock. He felt how your whole body tensed and shook. He saw how your eyes went into the back of your head, he was sure you saw nothing but white. Your moans surrounded him, along with the little curses that followed.

"There you go, sunshine." Heimdall encouraged, loving how you felt around him. He wasn't far behind you. He doesn't know how he is going to last much longer with how your ass is creaming around him right now.

As you both try to relax your bodies, calm your breathing, and steady your minds, Heimdall had this to say.

"We're not done yet, so rest up while you still can." He picked your limp body off the wooden table, and took you to his room.

#sorry this took longer #I had to take a small break #also please let me know how I did on this #this is my first time writing for amad reader #and I feel like I got everything wrong 😭😭😭#god of war #gow #god of war heimdall #gow heimdall #heimdall #god of war heimdall x reader #gow heimdall x reader #heimdall x reader #heimdall smut #gow heimdall smut

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churnedbutterr · 1 year

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This might take a while...

#heimdall #heimdall ragnarok #heimdall gow #heimdall gow ragnarok #heimdall god of war #heimdall my beloved #heimdall smut

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sloppy-little-witch-bitch26 · 1 year

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now that I'm riding this train, do you have any headcanons of kratos and hemidall together? or how their relationship progresses to something more than "enemies" also how they'd romp around in the sheets too 💀 im sensing thered be some sexual tension, especially on heimdalls side. he's never seen such a man like kratos, someone so physically strong and imposing yet a mind as calm and quiet as a gentle river. interested in your thoughts!

Okay, I LOVE this. Again… NSFW!!! NO MINORS. Seriously, I’ll feed to you Svanna and Speki…

Kratos x Heimdall - Enemies to Lovers. Smut ahead MDNI

Not proof read.. I’m very tired.

Let’s pretend Heimdall wasn’t unalived during the fight (maybe he did still loose his arm) but Kratos is walking away, Heimdall’s head is downcast and he lets out a quiet “I can’t go back, I can’t go back” and Kratos replies with a questionable “hmm?”

Heimdall is just defeated, he’s in pain. No one has ever so much as snagged his clothes let alone BEAT him in a fight. He knows damn well though he’s as good as dead if he goes back to Asgard

Kratos contemplates, Atreus’ voice in his head saying “everyone can be saved father” so he removes the spear and mutters a “you so much as antagonise my son and your fate will be much worse than you returning to Asgard”.

Heimdall follows, full on playing the kicked puppy routine, slowly trailing behind Kratos till they reach the others, too embarrassed to even look at their questionable faces everyone has seeing the spiteful little shit trailing behind Kratos.

Fast forward and Heimdall is being taught and learning what it takes to be his own person without Odin‘s influence and releasing not everyone has cruel intentions as he previously believed. People are being civil to him! He still kinda taunts Atreus though but only in thought.

The more time he spends with Kratos, even though tensions are rife, he’s looking at him, watching him. How can this behemoth of a man be so… calm. The roughness of his face, the lines around his eyes, the grey in his beard but yet those almost golden eyes never show him any contempt.

Heimdall fights within his mind. He’s the scion of the Aesir for crying out loud but when that huge Greek god looks at him, Heimdall becomes this timid shell, completely at the mercy of the Spartans gaze.

He starts thinking of the way Kratos helped him. He doesn’t yell at him. Never raises his hands, never condescends him, never puts him down. He treats him like an equal.

Heimdall starts to loosen up around Kratos then one day he’s outside Sindri’s cabin, hearing grunts followed by logs hitting the ground. He follows the sound and there is Kratos chopping wood for the fire. The effortless way he swings that axe and those muscles… they way they constrict and release with each swing. Heimdall is starting to feel flushed and that flush goes straight to his groin. Embarrassed, he high tails it away to avoid Kratos from seeing the wood Heimdall is now sporting.

Let’s say Ragnarok happens, Odin is dead, Asgard has fallen and Heimdall is in Vanaheim helping the Vanir and Aesir rebuild. Everyone has noticed he’s changed. he’s still offish but he’s trying. Kratos notices this too. Heimdall isn’t uptight any more, he’s actually letting loose a little and do his eyes actually sparkle more now he’s free from the burden of Asgard?

There’s been times late at night where they’ve held conversations. Heimdall enthralled by the stories of Kratos in Greece and something more is starting to stir within both of them. Is this what companionship feels like? Common ground with another being?

One night the thoughts become too much. Heimdall can’t sleep, the god of war plaguing each of his thoughts and he can’t help himself but ease the growing tension in his crotch. He assumes everyone is asleep and he is desperate, his hand reaches down until he grasps himself and by the gods.. the pleasure that runs though his veins the minute his grasps his aching cock.

Kratos awakens to whimpers. He’s confused, it’s must be Heimdall having a nightmare. He figures he needs to check on him, Kratos knows damn well how the past can effect a sleeping conscious. He slowly takes steps to Heimdall’s room. The whimpers are becoming more frequent but he thinks nothing of it until he opens the door and he cannot take his eyes off of the sight. Heimdall is lying there, languidly twisting his wrist and palm over his very erect cock, the slick sounds of skin on skin, the glistening of pre cum coating Heimdall’s shaft and Kratos feels himself hardening.

Too lost in the feeling, brain flooded with thoughts of Kratos, Heimdall’s foresight is practically useless at this point, he doesn’t even hear the footsteps coming towards him until he feels his hand still being replaced by something much warmer and much more calloused. Shock setting in, bifrost eyes widening in fear but when he feels Kratos start to pump, by the Norns, he could’ve cum right there and then.

As always, there’s a calm and collected approach to the way Kratos’s closed palm moves so effortlessly along him but the warmth, the pressure, the heat coming from Kratos and Heimdall is close, so damn close. But he wants, no.. he NEEDS MORE.

Too consumed by pleasure to actually speak but he locks eyes with Kratos and he is BEGGING the man to either make him finish or just put him out of his misery.

What follows is an event Heimdall never would’ve imagined. He’s on his back, legs pushed towards his chest and he’s just so damn FULL. The feeling of Kratos… hard, hot, thick and deep is too much and yet not enough. Kratos is towering over Heimdall. Nothing but brawn and muscle and yet each movement. Each stroke. Every slow, tortuous stroke is hitting his spot just right at every thrust and Heimdall is seeing stars.

For the first time in his life, someone is caring for him. Focusing slowly on his pleasure, his comfort, his well-being and he’s so close and so full he almost wants to cry.

What feels like hours is spent in pure, all consuming ecstasy and Heimdall has never felt this connection before.

Kratos, still as composed as ever is also feeling confused but the way this young man clamps around him is too delicious, he needs more. He’s missed that closeness of another person. It may be nothing, a one time thing. A way to relive stress but with the golden haired man beneath him, the heat enveloping his hardened member, he could not care less.

Both men are spent. Heimdall is half expecting Kratos to up and leave without saying a word. Kratos got what he needed, he had no use for him now but when he’s gently pulled towards the Spartan and strong arms are wrapped around him, one hand slowly moving to play with his hair he’s overcome with feeling. For the first time since he can remember, Heimdall falls asleep feeling at peace.

Probably more Heimdall’s character but this bitch is still INSUFFERABLE at times. Mouthing off, sarcastic isms thrown left right and centre towards everyone and anything still happens on the daily until one day, he’s said the wrong thing to Kratos and all it takes is one look at Kratos’ face and he knows he’s about to be punished.

He knows damn well he’s going to be sore tomorrow and walking with a limp after Kratos is done with him but… he’s the god of foresight. He saw this coming after all… that’s exactly why he chose to push the Spartans buttons.

#went off on a tangent #sorry #not sorry?#heimdall #heimdall gow #kratos god of war #kratos #kratos x Heimdall #I’ve never written anything like this before #smut #mlm

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hrefna-the-raven · 6 months

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Tome of Fate - Vol. 2

Masterlist - Loki masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - Bonus chapter

Summary: This is the continuation of the AU story about Loki, prince of Jotunheim, and the reader, princess of Asgard, after their fateful summer in Jotunheim.

Words: 1252

Warnings: smut (kind of) (18+), unfaithfulness (kind of), drunkenness

Chapter 2

In the heart of the unassuming valley, nestled among the towering peaks, lay a village so small and cozy that it seemed a world of its own. The wooden cottages, adorned with golden light and wisps of smoke from their chimneys, painted a picturesque scene against the backdrop of the harsh icy landscape. Bjalki, along with two other warriors and Loki, wandered through the village streets until they reached the bath house at the far end. As they pushed open the heavy wooden door, the comforting warmth and the enticing aroma of fresh herbs enveloped them in a soothing embrace.

"Greetings, prince Loki", an elderly Jotun woman bowed respectfully, her eyes gleaming with warmth as she ushered them through the velvet curtains at the counter. The hot springs within beckoned, promising respite from the rigors of their training.

As the warriors submerged themselves in the soothing waters, the atmosphere was infused with the vibrant hum of laughter and the chattering of their playful complaints about the training, the tension of their battle-hardened bodies melting away, replaced by a sense of ease. Loki leaned back against the smooth rocks, further away from the others, emptying a goblet of mead, his eyes gleaming with a hint of sadness as the flickering torchlight cast shadows across his features. Amidst the laughter and the gentle splashing of water, the air seemed to thicken with an unspoken lust as four younger Jotun women entered the bath house, teasingly dropping their towels. The flickering flames danced gracefully over their naked features as they entered the water, each of them moving up to one of the warriors.

"My name is Galavi", the woman approaching Loki purred, a seductive smile tugging at her lips.

"Loki", the prince mumbled politely, taking another sip of his mead, his eyes meeting hers momentarily before flickering away, trying to ignore not just whatever sounds came from the others but also her.

"Hm my prince, you seem so tensed, let me help you", she whispered, her hands trailing over his chest, the coldness of her touch searing through his skin.

His mind fought desperately to stay focused on you, the love he felt for you and the longing he had for the calm your presence always brought him. Unfortunately, with the amount of mead that cursed through his body tonight, his thoughts slowly trailed off to your last night together in Jotunheim. The memory of your tender, warm lips pressed against his own, the sensation of his cock buried in your heat as you moaned his name. A silent groan escaped his parted lips as he eagerly finished off the remainder of another goblet, only to feel Galavi's hand gripping his hardening length. Half-lidded hazy eyes shifted towards her, finding her smiling as she tightened her hold, teasingly stroking him. He yearned to resist, to protest against her advances, but his body refused to obey. The intoxicating allure of the hot springs, combined with the overwhelming effects of the alcohol, clouded his judgment and tempted him to cast aside all doubts and forsake his love for you in pursuit of sweet release. With closed eyes and an open mouth, he surrendered himself to the overwhelming desire that consumed him, haunted by guilt as vivid images of you touching him replaying in his remorseful mind.

"Mmmh my prince", Galavi's voice broke through his reverie and ultimately brought him back to reality.

Loki hissed, pushed her away, snatched a towel and hurriedly left the water, ignoring Bjalki's remarks as he hastily dressed and stormed out of the bath house. The cold wind slapped his flushed face, feeling like a thousand needles piercing his skin and he grumbled in discomfort as he staggered back to the camp. How could he have been so foolish? Why did he even join Bjalki? He should have known better, yet he ignored all his doubts and ended up inebriated in a bath house with a woman touching him while you were the one he yearned for. He felt unclean, and for the first time, he was grateful that you weren't present because he wouldn't have been able to meet your gaze. His mind attempted to rationalise while his heart seethed with betrayal, leaving him torn and shattered. Tears streamed down his face and he couldn't care less who saw him in this state as he stumbled through the camp towards his tent. As he sank onto his cot, he noticed the stack of letters awaiting him. He reached out, grasped them tightly against his chest and released a sorrowful sob as he laid down. After several moments filled with silent tears, he eventually succumbed to a drunken slumber, still clutching the letters you had sent. This night would not grant him a peaceful rest; instead, twisted figures, born from fear and guilt, would haunt him throughout the entire night, chasing him relentlessly through the darkness of his mind. He would awaken with a heavy heart and a pounding headache just before dawn, when the instructor would once again pursue them through the icy wasteland.

You crumbled the paper and threw it away, sighing at the lack of words. It has been too long since you've heard of Loki, too many letters sent and it felt is if there was nothing left to say anymore. Why wouldn't he write you back? He was away on his training but he was still the prince, that should have granted him at least some time to write back. Your chest felt heavy at the possibility that he might have forgotten you or moved on. The connection the two of you had seemed unique and special, your heart refused to believe that it meant nothing to him. Just as you were lost in your thoughts, a knock on the door startled you. Your mother entered your chamber with a glint of excitement in her eyes.

"My dear, I have a proposal for you," she said, her voice filled with anticipation, "how would you like to travel to Jotunheim with your brother in a few days? The training of the new warriors will come to an end and be celebrated along with winter solstice. I'm sure you would like to honour a certain Jotun prince with your presence", she winked at you.

"How did you convince father?", you asked.

"We are both well aware of who holds the ultimate authority in making decisions within this realm", Frigga chuckled as she hugged you, placing a gentle kiss on your forhead.

Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of travelling to Jotunheim. The idea of surprising him filled you with a mix of longing and apprehension. Could this be the opportunity to bridge the gap that had formed between the two of you? Although you were hesitant at first, unsure if it was the right thing to do.

Although you were hesitant at first, unsure if it was the right thing to do, but the longing in your heart won over the doubts and so, a few days after the dinner, you found yourself preparing for the journey to Jotunheim. As you and Thor made your way to the Bifröst, your mind was filled with thoughts of Loki and the moments you had shared. As you arrived at the Bifröst, the ever-watchful Heimdall greeted you with his cheerful demeanour.

"Ready?" he asked.

With a nod and a smile, you and Thor stepped onto the shimmering bridge, ready to embark on your journey to Jotunheim. The swirling colours of the Bifröst engulfed you and in an instant, you were transported to the entrance of Utgardhall's palace.

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slipperzipper · 7 months

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Heimdall!Smut fic

18+!!

Wrote a Heimdall smut fanfic with a Afab!reader, Sex Pollen prompt. Pronouns aren't specfied so Reader could be Ftm or Fem.

I hope you guys enjoy it, as I haven't wrote in a hot minute

#god of war ragnarok #heimdall x reader #heimdall #heimdall x you #smut #sex pollen #x reader smut #x reader #fem reader #hes so babygirl #gow heimdall #heimdall gow #female reader #gender neutral reader

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cheesy-mak · 1 year

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"Humiliation for Pleasure and Mercy."

Characters: Kratos & Heimdall

Scenario: During when Kratos and Heimdall start to fight, but when Heimdall senses shit is about to go south, he proposes another way for Kratos to spare him, and perhaps put all his anger onto him. Yes, this will be spicy.

Heimdall if he wasn't such a bitch and used his brain.

Ft. A concerned, and perhaps questioning Mimir at the very end.

Whilst in the middle of a fight with Kratos, Heimdall noticed how the mortal's punches got faster each time he got closer to him. The more faster he punched, the more closer he got to laying a finger on him. That concerned him quite a bit. But no matter, he couldn't get hit, he just couldn't.

Kratos nearly punched him in the face, if it wasn't for Heimdall blocking said punch with his bracers, he would've been knocked out. That made the Aesir god doubt his own powers. Was he truly untouchable? Or was the speed of the mortal combating him getting up and over his own reaction speed?

It was then that Heimdall got hit by Kratos a few minutes later. "You.. Actually HIT ME!" Now he got the answer to his thoughts, he wasn't truly untouchable. It was that he was too fast to hit, well, until now at least. Immediate anger washed over him, and he wanted to really beat down Kratos. But how could he? He could tell he was irritated, and he found it amusing. But the more he mocked, the more he threatened, the more his life was at risk.

There's no way, that Heimdall is going to let himself die at the hands of a mortal.

Suddenly, nervousness and a tinge of fear washed over him, but his face still looked as offended and shocked. "..Wait, WAIT!" He yells out, seeing Kratos charge at him and he uses his bracers to shield himself. Kratos stops, looking at Heimdall with a hint of surprise. "I.. Want you to spare me. I won't hurt the half-bree—" he stopped himself there and looked at Kratos, he could see that his thoughts were full of anger. ".. I won't hurt your son. Just, please, let me go." Heimdall felt as if his ego was ruined, this felt humiliating to him. He sounded so desperate to have his life spared, it wasn't like him at all. "..Hm," was all the other murmured. He looked like he was deep in thought. He then looked away, took Mimir off his belt and placed him down, facing the wall. "Brother? What are you—" "Silence." and the head did just that. Heimdall was plenty confused with what Kratos was doing.

"I cannot simply let you go free, I fear that you may harm my son while I have my guard down." Kratos says to Heimdall, facing away from him. "I can be of assistance, perhaps? I can.. Give you information?" Damn it, what the fuck are you doing Heimdall?! You're supposed to be helping the All-Father and here you are, willing to give shit up about him for your life?

"..You tell me of what you can see," the mortal says, turning and walking towards Heimdall, looming above him and his eyes shooting right through his soul. Heimdall obliged, and he saw what he was thinking of..

Oh.

Oh my.

Heimdall's face became red, why was Kratos thinking of that? Why.. Wait.

Wait.

Is that what he wanted to do to.. Him? To Heimdall? "No.. That's, preposterous! I.. Can't let you do that! It's humiliating!" though, thinking about it, it wouldn't be too bad. No, no. Why are you thinking that, Heimdall?! "Do you want your life to be spared?" Kratos asked, his tone of voice was intimdating, yet it had a hint of lust. No, Heimdall was hearing things. "I do, but.." He got all breathy, his body felt hot and he was sweating a bit. He looked down and noticed he had a little bit of a problem.

He was hard, and it was poking up. "..Shit." Heimdall cursed softly to himself, he then felt large hands wrap around his chest and body from behind. "Hm. Seems like you have a problem, Heimdall." Kratos said, Heimdall yelping in surprise. "Hey! No, no I don't have a problem! Let go of me!" Heimdall got even redder and protested, though he didn't try to squirm or even hit Kratos to get out of his grasp. "I caused it, I have to fix it." his hand trailed down his body slowly, causing Heimdall to let out some groans. "You..Hnng.." Heimdall just accepted it, he wasn't complaining about this happening. Besides, he hasn't gotten this much attention before, not this type of attention.

Kratos's hand slowly and teasingly trailed down, almost touching Heimdall, before then letting his hands slither off his body quickly and kicking Heimdall down.

Heimdall, did not see that coming. He grunted when he fell and hit the ground, and he stayed put when he felt Kratos grip onto his hair and pulled onto it to make him look up. It gave him a tinge of pain, and it turned him on quite more.

He felt the other man lift up his skirt (robe?), he was surprisingly gentle, even though he knew that he was full of anger. Heimdall was expecting and anticipating violence from him sooner or later.

And he was right to expect it. As Kratos simply ripped a hole into his pants and he lifted up Heimdall, using his legs to hover him right above his hard cock.

Heimdall looked down and chuckled nervously. He was handling him easily, and there was a very big size difference between the two. "Oh my.. I don't know if that can even fit—" said the god of Foresight before then his body was quickly lowered and thrusted into by the mortal. The pain stung throughout his body, but he liked the pain. It was a different type of pain to him. It turned him on a lot. "FFFUCK!- Shit.. That desperate..?" Heimdall mocked and teased, wanting more pain, his hole squeezed around him. "What are you talking about? Not all of it is in." Kratos murmured. His purple eyes widened in shock.

'Not.. All of it is in?' he thought. 'No, that couldn't be! It's so, big.. He has to be lying!' Heimdall thought, thinking Kratos was simply messing with him.

Turns out, he wasn't.

He felt him slowly go deeper into him, he felt tiny stings of pain go throughout his body, each sting grew more painful. Heimdall let out tiny whimpers and perhaps a cry, his expression showing extreme discomfort yet it also showed arousal.

"Are you feeling comfortable?" Kratos asked. Heimdall whined, trying to get used to his size and length. "Yeah yeah, I'm okay.. Just get on with it!"

Kratos didn't even mind to start off slow, he immediately got to absolutely destroying the Aesir god's ass. Slaps and noises of their bodies sticking together echoed throughout the battlefield, also mixed with Heimdall's cries and sobs of pain and pleasure. "FUCK! FUCK fuck YES! That's it, fucking USE ME! Use me like the fucking monster you are!" Christ, the most whorish things came out of Heimdall's mouth too. And with the last part, it just made Kratos even more violent with his moves. His leaking cock bobbed with each violent thrust, his nails digging into Kratos's arms, holding on for dear life.

He couldn't last for long, with each sob that sounded higher, came closer his release. Soon, he came hard, bucking his hips foward, biting his lip to stop himself from practically screaming as Kratos fucked him more to fully finish it. His legs shivered, he was sweating, panting and red. His eyes glew softly with a lustful and desperate look, the purple just adding more onto it.

The thing is, Kratos wasn't done. After Heimdall got a little break, Kratos started once more. Heimdall yelped, then whimpered and whined. "What are you— doing?! Mhh, I thought we were.. Done already!" He said, small tears trickling down his face. It was so painful, but it made him almost lose it every time. Everytime Kratos pulled out and roughly went back into him, it made him go crazy, it always hit the good spot in him.

Heimdall cried, overstimulated from his treatment. He could tell Kratos was close, as his thrusts were slowly getting even more violent, and he was being a bit more vocal. Soon cumming once more, of course, it wasn't as much as the first time. And it would be the last time, as Kratos came deep into him. Heimdall yelped, letting out little whines as he felt him twitch inside of him and fill him up all nice.

Kratos pulled out of him, watching as his cum dripped and leaked out of the Aesir god. He sat him down and stared at him for a while, seeing how much damage he had done.

His whole outfit was messed up, cum all over, there were hand marks on Heimdall's lower thighs where Kratos gripped onto, Heimdall looked satisfied, but he was shivering, his legs were unstable.

He can't get back to Odin like this, nor can he even go back to Odin. Kratos sighed and picked him up, the god looked confused. "What.. Are you doing?" he asked. "I'm taking you home to clean you up, and you're staying there." Kratos responded, and Heimdall didn't protest, he just rested in his arms, becoming a limp, tired ragdoll.

He went over and knelt down to pick up Mimir, grabbing the rope he was attached to and picking him up. Mimir looked, concerned and embarrassed, he even looked away from Kratos, and he understood. Kratos ties him back to his belt and heads off.

Shit, how IS he going to explain to the others?

In the distance, a raven watches, before then squaking and flying off.

You have reached the end of the fanfic, congrats! I hope you enjoyed reading this. I'm sorry if the characters seemed out of character, trying to get used to writing them. :(

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