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make you regret. | miguel o’hara x spiderwoman!reader

[ao3 | masterlist | part 2]

summary: “keep talking shit and i’ll show you the other things i can do with that mouth of yours.” & “aw, it hurts? too bad. you’re gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied.”

part 1 • wc: 2.4k • warnings&tags: nsfw, minors dni!, fluff (so little), chocking, oral > m!receiving, kissing, pet names, explicit language, angry and mad!miguel, SPOILER FOR THE MOVIE, biting, licking, squeezing, dominant!miguel, mentions of miguel’s features such as his teeth, brat!reader, no use of y/n, growling, moaning, getting used, roughness, harshness, and more in the story. enjoy! • couldn’t resist to write about him since I saw him in every app I use and well, I have a thing for him like the rest of you, so, hoping you will like this one. part 2 will come soon! [credits for the prompts]

miguel was angry. you knew it. the moment you entered his personal room to give him a piece of information about the spot and miles morales, a spiderman from earth-1610 dimension, both are anomalies, and miguel needs to stop them before all things crash into each other. he thinks he has to do it - to keep everything in line, in order to prevent any unexpected event happen in a non-canon way.

however, you don’t agree with him, not after you and gwen talked about miles, seeing how she believes in him - how she has a soft spot for him. you know she tries to save miles, nothing wanting him to get hurt. you see your own reflection in her eyes. she cares for miles and you care for miguel but still, you believe he isn’t right completely, no, you believe there is another way to make everything right without hurting anybody.

so, he is mad at you and you know it from the way he looks at the door, then when sees you, he rolls his eyes, turns to the window, and looks outside.

“what is it?” he asks, clearly wanting you to leave soon because, well, you know how he acts when he is mad like this - nothing soft, just roughness that he chooses to show within his body language by fucking you hard and well, you are in a state in which you want him to devour you because you need it too, so, you tease him.

“what a beautiful greeting you have there pretty boy.”

“don’t call me that.” he nearly growls in annoyance.

chuckling, you get what you want; a miguel on edge, ready to make you regret speaking to him like that. “oh, you liked it yesterday, though, when you were -“ pointing to your thighs after sitting on his big bed. “between my thighs.”

only the memory of it made your stomach twist in pleasure and anticipation. he looked so pretty with his cute and teary eyes, looking up to see your face overflowing with the pleasure he was giving to you. your mind goes from his presence to last night and your thighs press into each other to feel something – but you stop when you hear his voice so closely than before. looking up, you see him right in front of you, his tight suit is on like yours, but you believe his suit is the best of you all – probably because of how his body looks thanks to it. his arms folded on his well-built chest, making him look bigger than before. his one eyebrow raised as he talks, “you have guts to come here after you tell me I am doing wrong in front of every fucking else and keep talking about last night?” he is more furious than he looks, you realize and well, it doesn’t help at all, especially when you feel the excitement. luckily, you are his ally, maybe more than that as you hope, not his enemy.

“yeah, I kinda do,” you say with a smirk on your face, being a brat, totally. “the expression on your face at that moment was surely worth seeing! I should take a photo of it only to put it on my wall and see –“

“huh,” he interrupts you, realizing what you’re trying to do and it makes him calmer now but you know he will make you going to pay, and when he says, “you sure have bravery today, not that I complain,” he smirks, holding your chin with his two fingers, making your head raise up as he kneels a little closer, “keep talking shit and I’ll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours, pretty girl.”

the air in your lungs decreases each second as your nose can’t find a source of air to breathe because of his words that made you freeze in your place, looking up at his determined face – he is about to make you regret.

“m – miguel – I.” you try to say when you see his eyes getting darker with each passing time and his fingers play with your parted lips.

“shh, keep it,” his fingers travel to your hair, playing with it softly, “you will have all night to say you’re sorry – that you didn’t mean to get me so angry, right, my pretty girl?”

gulping in both excitement and fear, you let him hold you by your neck, kneeling down to your level, pulling you closer, and beginning to kiss you passionately – reliving a lust through his lips mixed with madness on it as well which can be felt clearly since his hold on your neck become unsteady, making your hands grip the sheets of his bed.

moaning into the moan, you realize your legs begin to shake due to the weakness you begin to have – only because of knowing what will come next, still excited as hell for it to come sooner but you can’t say it aloud, not when he only acts to give you pleasure full of pain. “miguel! I – fuck –“ you moan when he bites your bottom lip, his teeth begin to appear slowly, alerting you that the night will not be easy.

“yes, like that, take everything I give to you while just moaning like a dumb for me,” he chuckles, that dark side of him taking some control of his soft side. fear and passion can be felt at the same time by you. “I bet you wanted it even before coming in here, didn’t you?” he asks, not seeking any answer to his questions – he just loves to talk in order to make you weaker each moment before him. “thought about it, planned it, wanted to make me wanna use that mouth of yours with the way I like most.”

he was right – he knew you more than you knew yourself and when words left his mouth, you came to the conclusion that you did it all on purpose all along the moment he looked at you with an angry expression and left you in there and still, letting you go after him no matter how he was angry with you. the bond you have is a complex one, both you and he knew it; him being what you need fully and you being his blood – the only taste he finds amusing to have.

“then, I will make your dreams come true,” you look at him with hope but his smirk only grows wider and darker, “In my own way, of course.”

oh, shit – you thought, he was going to do it roughly.

taking a little back, he looks down at your body, making you close your thighs together but he stops you, putting his legs between your thighs, opening them wider as you go back a little, palms behind you – on the surface of the bed, head raising up. “wider.” he commands, the voice turns into something that gives chills down to your spine as you open your legs wider – wide open that he can look at right into thighs, watching how the suit cling to your body fully, leaving lots of specific parts of your body visible to his eyes – another thing you did on purpose before arriving into his room.

“good – “ he says, “good girl.” so, he begins to use pet names now, well, it is a sign that these are the times he still acts soft before turning into a beast.

“miguel,” you try to say before his hands found your breasts over your suit, gripping them with his big hands. you can’t feel the warmness of his hands though and it only makes you want more, to feel him closely, not over your suit and not when his gloves are still on, “please. let me – let me take this off.” you point to the suit, hoping he will let you before it continues to give you half pleasure and half annoyance.

“huh,” he chuckles, playing with your hardened nipples, squeezing them not so gently. “did you believe I would be – nice enough to let you get pleasure so easily like that? oh, how delicate of you,” he kisses you again, biting it again. you sure he will leave a few red marks on there. “to think that I will be soft tonight.”

he then goes back, standing with his all glory, taking his hands back to put them on the lower part of the suit, and before your mind can make a comprehension of his actions, he opens his zipper, freeing his half-hardened thick and long cock right into your shocked face. saliva begins to appear on your half-open mouth when you see it. your hand makes an attempt to hold his cock but he is faster, gripping you from the wrist, tightly. you look at his face, “not hands. mouth.” he is not smirking or teasing no more, he just stands there, waiting for you to use your mouth.

“c’mon, open it,” he orders, and you listen to him without wasting any time, opening it widely enough but still, he is bigger than you can take. however, it isn’t like he used your mouth before – gently of course, but now, it doesn’t seem so gentle. “yeah, like that. a cock dumb – I will make you a cock dumb.”

you already are – just for him. however, you can’t tell it when he gives a few strokes to his cock, making it hardened and put it right into your open mouth in an instant, making you choke on his cock.

“m- mi – guel!” your voice is blurry as you close your eyes when he makes you take it all as much as you can.

“can’t speak freely when you have my cock in your wet mouth, huh?” he smirks again, taking his cock back, leaving so much salvia on your mouth that even a few of them connects your mouth with his cock, dripping into your suit from there and you only can cough in pain. pain – it is what you get a minute ago but still, you want to take it again. so, you look up at miguel’s face – satisfied expression on.

“again,” you say, confident of yourself. “I want it.” then, you open your mouth wider than before, leaning closer to his cock enough that its tip touches your lips from time to time as he strokes his length.

he chuckles, a little surprised by your words. “you are already a cock dumb for me, don’t you? fuck – I want to ruin you without even making you suffer. but, it should wait,” he puts his hand on your cheek, caressing it and then, moving to your back hair, pulling it roughly, earning a low growl from you which he enjoys – always. “I need to fill up that mouth of yours first fully.”

he nods to you and you know what you should do. firstly, you let your tongue slide on his cock from tip to the end, even giving a few licks on his heavy balls, making him growl – coming like melodies into your ears that you keep licking more and finally, you take half of it, trying to get used to it but miguel has other plans with you – rough and harsh ones; he holds your hair, pushing you forward. his cock touches the back of your mouth and you literally begin to cry in pain, choke on his cock, gasping, you try to take breaths but it is so hot – he is so hot.

salvias appear in your mouth, dripping from your lips onto his cock, making you move easier than before and you know he will not stop until he cums, so, you let him have his way with you; holding you from the hair, pushing your head forward and backward rapidly – roughly, moaning as he looks down at your pathetic face, his cock disappearing inside your wet eager mouth, earning beautiful sounds from you too.

holding his thick thighs, you try to find a source to stay still, not to fall into the ground because of the impact of him – fucking your mouth without thinking about the air you need, the pain you get, blurry vision because of tears running from your half-closed eyes to your cheeks, finally finding their places on his cock.

“m – mi –!” words can’t go out of your mouth which is getting used by miguel.

his gloomy eyes found yours, and the sight he sees makes him go deeper, want to remind you that silly actions and talks mean no good for you, not when you use them against his, even if they only have a purpose to be in a state like this, but apparently, you didn’t wait for him to be this rough. he didn’t too. nevertheless, he is having one of the best moments of his life.

“aw, it hurts? too bad. you’re gonna keep taking it until I’m satisfied,” he says, closing his eyes again as he throws his head back, feeling your warm mouth and lips around his cock. your nails scratching his thighs. “you gonna make me cum hard.”

and you do. it doesn’t take him any longer when you begin to moan in pleasure rather than pain, sending radiations to his cock, hands hug to his wrists, and you literally bounce on his cock. his hands hold you from the cheeks.

moaning, leaving a few growls, he says, “fuck, fuck – so good, so fucking good – !” and he cums into your mouth.

he stays still for a moment before looking down, seeing you look at him too. his one hand leaves your cheek while the other stays to caress it. he slowly takes his cock back from your mouth, letting all his semen stay in there too. when he takes off, you close your mouth, gulping a few times in order to leave no semen to go wasted, not after he gives you all.

breathtaking voices come from both of you. hotness spreading through your veins, keeping you warm. he says, “open your mouth.” you do, opening it. he nods in a satisfied manner.

your chest raises up and down while you are taking deep and rapid breaths to calm yourself down and miguel’s fingers find your eyes, cleaning tears away, getting softer.

“you look so pretty now,” he says, kissing your forehead, “but you will look prettier when you have my cock buried deep inside your walls doll.” he gives you a smirk and you realize it is not over – you're not even close to it.

“still wanna make me regret my words?” you ask, smiling, knowing damn well this is going much better than you think.

“no, not at all,” he shrugs, “I just want to put you in a position that you forget what you were having regret for.”

to be continued.

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rezwrites · 1 year

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Non Portae Caeli

Pairings: Dark!Priestess!Wanda/Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: You reap the repercussions for trying to leave your Priestess.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, TW graphic depictions of murder/parental death/blood, noncon/dubcon, beginning of loss of faith, pregnancy, vomit, religious upbringings, bloody Wanda in cleric’s clothing, unspecified age gap(reader is in college), Somno(tiny bit) cunnilingus, fingering

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Masterlist :: Peccata et Paenitentiam

“For I have sinned against you,” she pleaded on her knees in front of you, hands clasped around her rosary, as if it was her only lifeline at the moment. Her eyes gazing into yours, “Please forgive me.”

“You hurt me. You defiled me!” Raising your voice, clenching and unclenching your fists. Turning your head up to the ceiling, you tried to stop your tears from forming. Wanda’s cold hands slipped under your shirt splaying over your stomach, kissing the small bump growing there. Head falling down, “Why did you do this? I tr-trusted you.”

A soft “l love you” left her lips as she lifted her tear filled eyes to yours. She had told you that after every session for the last two months, always touching your belly when she said it. “Let me take care of you,” her voice sounded so shattered while she tried remaining composed. Shaking your head, “No. No, I don’t want anything to do with you,” pushing her away.

“They have everything to do with me!” she screamed, catching your hand in an iron grip. The fire in her eyes growing as she stood to her feet, tugging you closer. Gripping your chin harshly, “You can try running all you want, but I will not stop until we are a family.”

“You’re sick,” you spat her with such disgust, finally wriggling free from her grasp, running out of the classroom.

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You had come home late after school to avoid your parents, hoping to evade another argument about who could have possibly been leaving flowers at the doorstep in the middle of the night. Being raised in a strict Christian household your parents were already upset with you for skipping church and your afternoon sessions for the last month. On top of that, they are firm believers that pre-marital sex is a major sin. You wanted to tell them because there will be no point in hiding it and hopefully things would work out but you knew deep down they will be absolutely livid when you tell them.

Walking into the house you noticed that kitchen light is on, as well as the television. The digital clock under the television reading 8:56pm, normally your father would be up but the house was dead silent. Slowly walking to your parents bedroom door, you noticed it was slightly ajar. Swinging the door open, the stench of rusted iron hit you immediately. Face twisting in panic seeing Wanda standing over your father, dark sticky patches coating her shirt, white collar stained crimson. Your father was on his back, sputtering up blood, a knife deep in his chest.

“I know why you didn’t want us to be a family now, baby,” she shot a hard look to your mother hogtied and struggling on the bed, “You were afraid of your parents. Well I’m taking care of them so we can be together,” stepping over your father, Wanda outstretched her arms. Letting out a terrified scream, you dashed to the front door trying to get away, to outside so you could call for help. Kicking the door closed mid-swing, Wanda muffled you with her hand, her other hand trapping you against her. The metallic odor on her made you queasy. “You know better than to fight me,” she seethed through gritted teeth, but you weren’t paying attention, too busy emptying your stomach. Each time a smell hit you, you retched again. You hadn’t noticed her taping your arms behind your back or your ankles together until you were on the floor dry heaving, using your forehead to hold yourself up, vision blurring momentarily. Carding her fingers through your hair, she gently sat you up trying to force you to drink a glass of water but your stomach refused anything.

Placing a piece of tape over your mouth Wanda carried you back to your parents room. Your fight resuming once you were placed on the bed, struggling to rip the tape. Wanda crawled over you placing her hand on your stomach, her long red hair falling on your face. “Stay still. You could hurt the baby,” you froze in complete horror watching your mothers eyes widen. You frantically shook your head trying to tell her it wasn’t true. Effort, unfortunately, in vain when Wanda turned you on your back lifting your shirt to show your baby bump. Closing your eyes, cries racked your body as your mother screamed in shock. You prayed that this was all a nightmare and that you’d wake up soon.

"Didn't think I was serious, did you?,” you opened your eyes to Wanda’s viridescent orbs, “I always mean what I say.” Sliding off of you she bent over the edge of the bed, yanking the knife out of your father’s chest. Her eyes darkened, lips curling into a smile as she looked at your mother. Wanda ripped the tape off your her mouth. Your mother screaming obscenities to both you and Wanda. You backed up until you felt the cool metal of the footrest, curling in on yourself as much as you could, trying to dig your head under the covers hoping to block out the curses of your mother, and get rid of the oncoming nausea. Scooping you up in her arms, you kept your eyes closed as Wanda carried you into the hallway setting you against a wall. Hearing her footsteps fall away and come back Wanda covered you with a blanket. Wanda was quiet, you knew horrible things happen when she is quiet. The second the door closed you let it all out, trying to block out your mother’s screaming. Soon the house fell silent again, save for your sobs as you cried yourself to exhaustion.

———

Waking up your throat was sore, head pounding as you tried blinking your fuzzy sight away. You attempted to move your hips to dissuade the tingling feeling between your legs but Wanda kept her hold, sinking her teeth into your inner thigh.

“Please, stop,” moving to push her head away but she caught your hands, rubbing her thumb on the back of one of your hands. Her hair messy, eyes wild as she devoured you. Her fingers met your walls as she wrapped her lips around your clit, your back arching as you let out a moan. You felt Wanda smile as she sucked harder, curling her fingers. Your head fell back into the pillows, questioning why God would allow this to happen, or if there even is a God. Wanda gazed up at you, thanking God for bringing you into her life, she won’t ever let you go. Wanda refocused her attention, striving to bring you to the edge. A strangled cry left your lips as the knot in your abdomen snapped, your thighs unintentionally squeezing Wanda’s head as the she worked through your orgasm.

“I want to go home, please,” pleading as she stalked up your body like a predator, your juices dripping from her chin. Peppering kisses to your cheek she covered both of you up.

“But angel you are home, with your family,” Settling behind you, her hand falling to your belly, “And nothing will ever change that.”

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blink182times · 6 months

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Just Percy and his wee lizard

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leviachansbaka · 2 years

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#obey me #my edit #reposting #obey me leviathan #obey me moodboard

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thiziri · 2 years

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Sir Tim Laurence greeting his wife, Princess Anne, with a kiss as she arrives to open the Commonwealth War Graves Commissions new visitor centre in Beaurains, France, on 25 June 2019 🥰💕

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moerusai · 2 years

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How to embed GIFs (part 1)

First rule of Tumblr: REBLOG NOT REPOST

Hello Twitter migrants, this is for you. Fair warning that this is how we treat reposters on this hellsite:

(yes that's a piss bottle.)

See that sweet citation "GIF by moerusai" on the bottom right of the embedded gif? Yes, there's a way to add your fave gifs to a post and still properly credit the creator.

Contrary to popular belief, us gif-makers tag our posts with #user[name-goes-here] not because we’re egomaniacs, but because we want them to be searchable by others.

For example: if you search “moerusai” on Tumblr's GIF keyboard, you'll see every gif I've ever made. Here’s how.

This guide works for both the app and the web’s new editor. For the legacy editor, please read part 2.

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2. Enter keywords

EDIT: You can even search multiple keywords separated by a comma to bring up more specific results.

3. Choose one and Tumblr will automatically link to the original gifset. I also get a nice little notif that warms my heart:

Feel free to use my gifs for analysis and reaction purposes, etc. through this method. Please don't repost or bring them outside of Tumblr though.

Anyway, welcome and once again.

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lovelywetdreamer · 2 months

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💜🌸~Thank You~🌸💜

Anyone who has reposted my stories, I just want to say thank you very much. You might not know this, but I don't reread my stuff after I get done posting it. To me, it is just never good enough like I know I can do so much better. Just thank you from the deepest part of my heart because you remind me that my stuff isn't so bad. I do feel truly honored.

#just thank you truly #thank you #honor #reposting #reposting from blog

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noisy-little-raccoon · 2 years

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Lucas and El’s hug “I’m sorry”

#hopclair #lucas sinclair #eleven hopper #reposting #el hopper #jane hopper #jane byers #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4 #eleven x lucas #stranger things gif #because i couldn't find gifs of their hug on tumblr ???#and i was like-- why its not fair #they are important to me #okay???

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odysseushelps · 2 years

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DIAN SASTROWARDOYO in ARUNA & HER PALATE ( 2018 ) !!

by clicking THE SOURCE, you will find 92 gifs of DIAN SASTROWARDOYO from the movie, aruna & her palate (2018). All of these gifs were made by me for roleplaying purposes. Feel free to use them, as long as you don’t claim them as your own. Likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!

ETHNICITY: Indonesian (Javanese) BIRTH YEAR: 1982 CONTENT WARNINGS: eating/drinking

#dian sastrowardoyo #dian sastrowardoyo gif pack #dian sastrowardoyo gif hunt #rph #rpc #searph #asiarph #dian sastrowardoyo*#gp #gp*#gif packs #reposting #bc i deleted the original #rip

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penis-overlord · 4 months

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#got flagged by tumblr #reposting #hot as hell

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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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⎯ one in nine realms [mini series] “chapter 3”

[masterlist] & [taglist]

[previous chapter] [next chapter]

▸summary: making a new friend from the asgard, her journey begin to sprout. finally finding atreus, y/n take a good relief but her inner thoughts and odd feelings she feel about heimdall was becoming dangerous. the bond they hold was growing but none of them was going to admit it. not yet. but new journeys with heimdall begin to bring what is irrepressible; falling in love.

▸wc: 3.1k

▸warnings & tags: heimdall is still as an asshole [he probably will not stop being one], pet names/nicknames, y/n’s old memories, finding atreus, heimdall become a little bit jealous & protective of y/n, a new original character is introduced [hrafn – raven. he is created by me, he is not from the game or norse mythology], new journeys begin with heimdall, touching, closing gaps, staying too close, mind reading. [and one more thing, we will see y/n’s real power on the next chapter. let’s wait a little longer and see how heimdall will react to her power!]

[the gif is mine <3]

“Another!”

An Aesir man shouted for waitress woman, wanting more drink like he wasn’t drunk at all. As much like him, other people from different realms but mostly Aesir ones were in the bar, drinking and chatting with each other. Everyone nearly looked as they didn’t realize your presence. This was something you liked about your magical abilities; hiding your presence from eyes including Heimdall’s apparently. There was no such intention to make yourself invincible to his eyes but outcome of it was good, letting you visit the Asgard. Now, you were using this magic consciously, to get information about the place without making them realize an outsider, you, listening.

It wasn’t an unknown fact that Aesir people protected each other like they protect All Father from any outsider, especially the one who is close to Odin’s enemies.

As you made your way to waitress women, working non-stop but not keeping themselves away from chatting, gossips already came to your ears about your arrival, “Did you here that another guest came to visit All Father?” A woman asked to another while pouring the alcohol to big cups. You found a chair next to them, sitting down with your cloak on, keeping your face away from eyes that will have enough power to realize your presence. You didn’t want to put your stamina to hiding because you need to be careful. There wasn’t any ensure that no one would attack you. You were enemy for some of them already, especially Valkyries.

“Do you know who was she?” Another woman asked, “She looked so confident and they say even Heimdall couldn’t see her arrival!” Her voice was filled with surprise.

“Impossible! They are just making gossips!” Like they weren’t… “All Father’s son sees and hears everything. So, shh! Don’t make him come here.”

“Don’t be afraid! I am sure he has more important things to do than listening us, sister. Also, I can hear things better than him! Listen what I found yesterday –“

As they continued to speak about other things like how this or that’s life changed, clearly gossiping, a man who didn’t look like an Aesir stopped them, “Ladies.” His voice was so clean. A childish tone was showing itself though. “Would you mind pouring your finest drink for me and this beautiful lady right here?”

To your surprise, the man was pointing his finger at you, making sisters turn to your side and feeling a bit odd. They probably thought how they didn’t see you. Who was this stranger? You wondered how he saw you while every other seemed unconscious about your presence. He should have a certain level of power.

One of the sisters started to pour the drink into two cups. You looked at the stranger who was patiently waiting for her.

He had a black hair that looked a little messy but in a charming way. There were red colors in some strands of his hair. A line tattoo went over his one eye that came from head to ear. It wasn’t like a scar but it was making his charming increase. The armor he had was black and red colored too; a simply black pants with a furry jacket with a tight grip on the top. He had arrows and a bow on his back and some bottles on his belt with different shining colors, possible elixirs. Even if he didn’t have a huge body, it was clear that the man had a great power of strength.

He took cups gently, thanking the lady, and joined to your table, sitting on the chair right next to you. He left a good gap between your bodies to not disturb you. He was gentle and curious.

“Can I have the name of yours my lady?” He asked, giving you a cup with full of wine.

You had doubt to say it but you were curious about him too. “Y/n.” You said finally. “And you?”

He smiled, charming enough to make to blink rapidly, “Hrafn,” Raven. A name that fits perfectly. “But you can call me whatever you like.”

You smirked playfully. He was fun. You could spend time with him. He would be the one who will give information about the realm and people on it.

“If this is the case,” You put your forefinger to your chin, acting like you were thinking about it, “How about go away?”

He chuckled, “We both know you don’t want me to go,” He showed others, “Or are you willing to spend time with them?” The direction he showed you was filled with man who had a white skin, purple eyes and a black line on their eyes. When you saw their eyes you thought how their eyes couldn’t match with Heimdall’s. It wasn’t the color or sparkle that made purple eyes looking magnificent. It was the fact that Heimdall have them and no other person had the aura of them like Heimdall did.

What were you thinking?! You asked to yourself. Why you were thinking about him? He was no longer here. He should be someone you want to forget, not the one you remember over and over again and feel good about it.

To clean your mind, you turned to Hrafn. “So, will you tell me why you are here?”

He took a spin from his drink, “Why wouldn’t I? It is not common for an outsider Goddess to visit the Asgard, especially when there is a chaos at our door?”

You surprised. He had knowledge.

“I didn’t see you before, did I?” You asked. Knowing your identity was nearly impossible. You really felt curious. How come he learned about you?

He smiled again, “No, not at all. It would be unforgettable for me if we met.” He sounded honest. “I saw your arrival and wanted to meet. I know you from Midgard. The first time you entered the realm, I was there to see the falling.”

“Oh,” You tried so hard to immerse old memories; first time you left Odin’s side, went to all realms and excluding from Vanaheim because of your relationship with Odin. Then, you fell to Midgard, like a sun fell from the sky, as they said. With your time being there, you learned to hide your identity in order to avoid another situation that happened Vanaheim. Then, when you met Freya who was like your sister now, and she helped Vanir Gods to know you, letting you enter the realm. “I see.” That was all you could tell.

He stayed silent for a moment. Then, his hand touched yours, “It’s okay.” He said with a calming voice tone. “Everything passed. The remaining pain will be calmed down with good memories you will make in your future.”

Listening him was making your pain go away a little bit. He understood your pain an you were glad his intentions to make you feel good.

“Thank you.” You smiled, “You are –“

“Someone who like put one's oar in.”

Heimdall’s voice cut your sentence. He was right behind you, so close to your back. His top armor’s edges were touching to your back from time to time while he continued his speech, “I didn’t know your job was to drink Hrafn.” His voice was playful but stimulating at the same time. Using his superiority, he was trying to make Hrafn be sorry to be in here, with you.

“It’s my free time, Heimdall.” Hrafn said, “Nothing seemed wiser than pending it with a wonderful woman like y/n.” He looked at you, a smile on his charming face. He was confident. I liked that, you thought. He sure wasn’t an Aesir God. You wanted to learn about him more but Heimdall’s sudden movement which was to sit between the two of you, closer to your side, made you dizzy. His intentions were unclear, again.

“A drink!”

Another cup found its place on Heimdall’s hands, a foamy bear. He began to drink it effortlessly, not being affected by the alcohol.

“So,” He turned to Hrafn, “What was your job again?”

How people of Aesir who see him all day and night endure Heimdall? Maybe, he was good to his people but not for you. That was the thing he should realize; every mortal and God meant same. They all had equal value for the realms, not one superior than other. Arrogant would be the death of him, eventually. You could see this but maybe – You thought, a dangerous idea but – maybe he could see the realms clearly. Real foresight. Not the one that shut by the love of Odin. He should learn the reality with feeling a honest love. He needed it. The question was that who would love him entirely and who he would love as much as he loved his father.

“It’s protecting the realm.”

“I see.” He smiled, “I believe you are doing your job very well?” The question sounded more like a statement to warm Hrafn to take his job seriously rather than staying here to chat with you. Heimdall clearly didn’t want you to have friends in here. The reason behind this was unknown though. There could be so many reasons. The God was unpredictable.

Clearing his throat, Hrafn stand up, bowing to your side, “I need to go back but we will meet again.”

Heimdall chuckled sarcastically, “Are you intent to meet an outsider, worker? Do you know how she can mean danger to the realm you had to protect?”

“I –“ Hrafn tried to say but from what you saw, he was really having difficult time to repulse Heimdall’s provocations.

You smiled to him, “My wish is the same Hrafn.”

Your help and words made him smile widely. The man’s wanting to spend time with you wasn’t a secret anymore. It would be nice to have a chance to speak with him before leaving the Asgard, so, this was a promise too.

“I am glad.” With this, Hrafn left you two alone, vanishing from the bar that was half-empty now. Heimdall’s sudden arrival must make them leave for work.

As Hrafn left the table, Heimdall said ‘huh’ under his breaths.

Returning to finish your drink, you kept your eyes on the wall in front of you, not wanting to look into his purple eyes. Those eyes were giving odd impulses to every part of your body.

After keeping silent for a certain time, Heimdall looked at you, not moving from your side for even a bit. He was so close and his skin burning gazes wasn’t helping. You could felt these piercing gazes on your face and body. He had no shame. He was clearly peeking at you. Annoying.

Then, why aren’t you stopping him? – Your inner side asked, mischievously.

“A good question.” Heimdall said, with a big smirk on his face.

You turned to him, lowering your head to left, “I can punch you right now. You know it, right?”

His smirk grew, “I would like to see you trying sunshine.”

You furrowed, ready to punch him but a delicate voice that you missed to hear came from outside.

“I think we make a good team with Thor, don’t you think?! He was a bit angry at me but we found the piece.”

Atreus!

The boy you loved most was near to the bar, so, you rushed to outside, following his voice’s remaining tracks. It was a magic you put on Atreus after losing him in a huge forest. Magic was allowing you to hear Atreus if you were on the same realm. His voice was coming from another home-like place on the right side of the near area. You literally run towards it, rushed to inside, and there he was. Staying in a room with an open door, reliving his little body to sight of you. Rushing inside, you shouted happily, “Atreus!”

The first time he saw you, the shock filled his cute face. Then, he smiled happily too. Opening his arms, he welcomed you, “Y/n!”

As you hugged his back and his to your abdomen, you felt peace and happiness. Relief was the first feeling you had the most. Atreus was here, with you and he was safe.

You broke the hug, kneeling on one knee in front of him, you said, “You gave me a heart attack young man!”

His guilt was reading from his face, making you sad but he should learn to behave well, not going from this realm to that. Atreus was important for you, he was the one who wanted to save you in the first place, with his father of course but the boy had a pure heart. He was someone deserve a great happiness, and a good life. That was something you wanted to give him, alongside with his father and friends of course.

“What were you thinking?” You asked.

He looked at the room, not ready to meet with your eyes, “I was trying to help father, us and others.” He turned to you finally, “And I am already helping! Look,” He showed a wooden mask, have a missing pieces, to you. “I found a piece, with Thor of course! Odin sent us to seek for its pieces. He trusts me, Y/n.”

Oh, little one, how pure you are to believe in Odin. – You thought. He was so innocent. Everyone could take advantage of his good intentions but you were here to make sure his safety, so, you could kick back every living thing who try to hurt him, even killing them was an option which you could take without questioning.

“We will discuss about all these things, Atreus.” You caressed his hair, “But at home.”

His happy face turned to sad one, “No, Y/n,” He said, “I want to help them. If you are here to bring me back, then, you should go.”

He turned his back to you. It was so hard to get along with a teenager but you would try.

“Hey,” You touched his shoulder, gently, “Look at me.” He turned to you, hope in his eyes. “I am here to accompany you for whatever you want to do but we need to go back. Your father is worried about you, Atreus, so do others. Do you want them to be sad?”

“No, of course not!”

“We will finish what you started here, finding other pieces. Then, we will return.” You hold his arms, “Got it?”

He nodded, “Yeah, got it.” Both of you hugged again, finding good feelings from each others’ presences. “But promise me one thing,” He said, breaking the hug, “You will not tell my father anything ‘till we are back.”

You nodded, “Okay. Deal.” You smiled at him, “You have a new sword, huh? Cool.”

“Right!?” He said happily, showing you moving sword, “Its name is Ingrid. Understands me.” He looked at it, “Right, Ingrid?” The sword made a move like a nodding.

As you both laughed, Heimdall’s voice cut your moment, again.

“Oh, what a wonderful reunion!” He was relying to the door’s surface, arms tied. “Two outsiders at once! I probably should kick you but,” He looked at you, “All Father wants to keep you longer. So behave and don’t make me show my other side.”

You rolled your eyes, “If you don’t like us, why are you on our side all the time?”

He put his forefinger to his chin, “You see, I don’t trust you.” He pointed at you, “I am not here for the half-breed. I am here to watch you. Closely.”

You put your arm in front of Atreus, standing up, “And if you continue to call him that you no longer will have eyes to watch.”

Heimdall’s eyes traveled from head to toe of your body, studying your hidden power. The looking lasted longer enough to make your body burn in both annoyance and shy. His gazes – they were burning your skin. If this was something he had as ability, you didn’t like it. You didn’t like how he made you feel; weaker. No, your strength wasn’t weakening; it was your heart and body. They began to feel shy and torrid.

“Anyway,” Heimdall said after a long silence, “All Father wants to see the boy.”

Atreus looked at you, taking your approval; he left the room, going to meet with Odin. Not wanting him to be alone anymore, you moved to leave the room but as you came closer to Heimdall, straightening himself, he stopped right in front of you. He put his hands on the left and right side of the door, blocking your way out with all of his body.

“No, no, sunshine.” He said, lowering down his head to came closer to your face, flushed with pink. “You are with me.”

You didn’t step back, instead, because of your stubbornness; you lifted your head higher, making your noses nearly touching each other. “You're too close for someone who wants to get rid of me. Don’t you think?”

He touched your cheek, giving you a shock wave, but in a good way, to your dislike. You didn't know where he got the strength to touch you because no one could even raise a hand towards you against your will. But him – Heimdall was touching you without asking for a permission and you didn’t have a strength to push him back. Not this time. What the hell was going out with you? He was like an enemy, not an ally. You should beat him to death but a strong side of you felt good for his touching. Why?

As questions, remained unanswered, were moving on your head, Heimdall spoke, “I am not the one who enjoys other’s company.”

Using his mind reading ability, he showed how he saw you entirely. The man who was caressing your cheek now was the only person who acknowledged both your heart and mind. It was dangerous. You had to go, leave the Asgard, to a realm in which Heimdall’s hearing ability could not reach. If he would keep reading it, he would see who you really are.

While a side of you wanted him to get know you better, your logical side made you take a step back.

“Leave me alone.”

He smirked but not that cocky one but real one. Like he was truly enjoying these moments.

“I can not. We have to visit a realm together.” He said, showing you the way to outside, “All Father said the realm would give something you no longer have but sought for non-stop. Here,” He threw a paper to you. It had nothing on it. “It will appear once we visit the realm, as All Father said,” He began to walk. “So, follow me.”

“Where we are going?” You asked while trying to understand Odin’s motive behind this and the item you sought for non-stop. Was it –

“To Muspelheim.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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