#I'm going to mimir now
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dxrkl1ght · 1 year ago
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I love them, your honor
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@nebuladreamz take your sillies
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cero-sleep · 11 months ago
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Resurrected
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lynaferns · 2 months ago
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I just decided to tag all my OC art by "oc 'character name'", example: "oc Richard", "oc Drifkrah", so I can find it or people want to find a specific OC of mine. Some OCs don't have names yet so I'll tag in the future.
I also tagged "Lyna Ferns" every art I found where I drew my sona, and "human Lyna" when I drew me irl 👍
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iamespecter · 2 months ago
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I KEEP HITTING MY FUCKING RIGHT ARM AND SHOULDER INTO EVERYTHING BECAUSE MY ENTIRE RIGHT SIDE IS JUST A BLIND SPOT THANKS TO THE (STILL PRESENT) PINK EYE
GOD IT'S SORE ALL OVER
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digo3d · 3 months ago
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Currently obsessed with the Stressors oneshot so I'm actually gunna turn it into a full story because all of what I want to do in it is too long for a oneshot so yeup
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viaetor · 1 year ago
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tips my toes in back here, hello ;;;;; thank you so much for all the supportive messages and asks you guys sent ! i'm doing so, so, SO much better. thank you so much for the good wishes 💕 friends DO heal u. this is me:
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bistaxx · 2 years ago
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Hola soy el verdadero shadoune666! necesito tu tarjeta de crédito y tu dinero porque el twitch me fallo y ya no puedo comprar caramelos :(
Nunca pense que te veria aqui Shadoune666! Soy yo, Luzuvlogs! Ignora que tengo una 'b' en lugar de una 'v', algun loco impostor robo mi nombre antes de que pudiera conseguirlo. Que coincidencia, yo tambien necesito informacion de tarjeta de credito porque Twitch me fallo y ya no puedo comprar caramelos 😔...
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marciliedonato · 2 years ago
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Sleepy girl at the vampire mansion 😴😴💤
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angstandhappiness · 7 months ago
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LMAO ACCURATE YES
*Valhalla making Kratos face his Greek past for some unknown reason*
(Also Mímir there for emotional support)
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constellationcrowned · 1 year ago
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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 2 years ago
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asp1diske-art · 4 months ago
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guess what game i've been playing
(script under cut)
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I just- I thought- hoped- that he'd come around by now.
Mm.
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Remind me again, lad. How old are you right now?
��? 14. Going on 15.
See, that's the problem.
3.
When you live as long as gods and dwarves do, your sense of time goes fuzzy. You could let a dozen winters pass and not notice. It doesn't really matter when you are hundreds of years old.
What are you trying to say, Mimir?
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I'm saying, that this is going to take time. Time on a scale that you can't comprehend at your age.
Oh.
5.
Cheer up, lad. You're a god, after all. You'll probably even live to see it.
…Probably.
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r0-boat · 4 months ago
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It's me again teehee~
I came with another request for headcanons because I'm thirsty for these men. So, let's imagine that the 5 kings + Belphegor are gonna do the mimir, but suddenly MC just enters into the room in flirty mode, starting to undress and they're wearing lingerie. Loved to see their reaction hehehe~✨
Aaaaahhhggggg
Going crazy for this ask!
Whb Kings+belphegor reaction to S/o in lingerie
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Satan
He likes tight ribbon-like fabric that hugs your skin not too tight but just enough to show a little bit of your body pudge. Good Lord he loves pudgy thighs. If he sees just a little bit of that sweet naked body bulging through the fabric he will go Feral.
Speaking of feral you cannot have nice things with Satan. Any clothes he deems nice he will just tear it off your lingerie, especially lingerie which is not an exception. He will toy with the tight little ribbons with his claws slowly cutting it like he's unwrapping a little gift. Smiling like an idiot when he watches your chest or your thighs come free from the snug bindings.
He will still leave some of the damaged and discarded lingerie on you just so he can see you scratched up, marked your ass bruised, and the pretty little clothing now tattered and broken.
That's when he finally takes you, sliding his cock inside but not finishing inside you no... He wants to finish his masterpiece. Instead taking out his cock to stroke until he cums all over your body. If he could he would Take a photo of this you fucked out drunk and beaten scratched and bruised and save it on his phone screen.(He doesn't because you would kill him)
Mammon
One favorite? Why does he have to choose one favorite? Why can't he just buy and have you wear All of them. Yes master That's a good human, that's it, come closer, strip for him and give him a proper fashion show...
He politely asks you to show yourself turn around let him see everything, You may own him but that doesn't stop him from admiring who owns him. He is hard and he knows you're staring so he parts his robes just enough for himself to spring out. He wants you to know what You do to him.
At the end he still rock hard as he gets up to hug you from behind He asks you which one is your favorite. He likes all of them. And he really likes that you put on a show for him. He will definitely do this more often, He does have a third closet he doesn't use for anything so maybe that's where He will put all the sexy clothes and jewels he wants you to wear for him. He only wants you to wear these things because you own them everything he owns is yours.
He wonders how you would look in the fanciest get up not just lingerie He wants you to parade around your wealth in the fanciest of Tartaros parties. Well maybe you should wear the lingerie underneath,hehe
Leviathan
Wanting the tease the demons of envy you tied him up The rope you used to strangle him now tying his wrist so tightly. As a little treat you do have one of those strangulation collars around his neck just in case he gets a little too rowdy. And with a little extra treat a gag in his mouth. He glares at you if looks could kill you would be dead 20 times over snarling as he sinks his fangs into the rubber ball so hard you think it might break.
But his eyes immediately soften when you take off your clothes revealing soft white lace, He drinks you in, His heart pounding in his chest the urge the need to touch you yet not getting what he wants burning jealousy inside him. His mindswarming with thoughts of how long You have worn that underneath your clothes this whole time. You see his mind wandering giving you that look you know so well You pull on his choker.
He can't spit nasty words, He can't tell you to hang He can't break from his strangulation rope to fuck you till you can't stand. All he could do is feel the tightness in his pants tightening more as you break him down with each tug on his choker. He can't even buck his hips when you sit in his lap.
When Levi is done being difficult you finally let him go his eyes no longer filled with resistance dropping his facade to just pure want. When he finally touches you he looks as if he's in a trance.
Beelzebub
You wore that underneath your normal clothes as you went clubbing with him in Abyssos. He didn't even realize you were wearing that He didn't even know because he wasn't taking you to any of the sex clubs. It was just a normal night of fun until his hand slipped underneath your shirt his eyes widened. Now he wish he did to a sex club.
He thought his mind was playing tricks on him at first before dipping down again and... He never took you to a bathroom so fast he practically ripped off your normal clothes his breaths heavy. He has never been so hard in his life! There you are wearing this underneath your clothes The whole time no underwear no nothing just this!
He's upset that he didn't take you to a sex club so he could properly enjoy you but that will have to wait. For now he's going to take you in bathroom. He will push the Lacey clothing aside and fuck you His mouth and tongue running across the fabric.
After the quickie, which wasn't really quick because he lasted multiple rounds. Your clothes are ripped off but he didn't care He needed you back at the castle in his bed right fucking now carrying you in his arms His jacket over you.
Lucifer
You caught him off guard.... How dare you. He didn't even know you could do that. You child of Adam are full of surprises. He expected a lot of things when he turned his chair but not for you to drop your clothes. Sure he should have because you were a whore of a human being/affectionate But he did not expect what you were wearing underneath. The moment he took his eyes off the paper he was holding in his hand then unto you His eyes widened, His breath hitching. He turned around before getting up out of a seat.
You feel as though the end of your holes is near as he slowly walks up to you, He inspects you at first. Making a noise that you've never heard him make before It sounded like a hiss kind of? Or maybe a pur??
He knew the existence of lingerie but he didn't know he would see it's in person today. It is a surprise but to be honest a welcome one But he will have to punish you for your rather bold decision of showing it off in front of him. A punishment he is excited to enact.
Oh don't worry he will make you scream and rise but the lingerie will stay intact. He's having way too much fun playing and feeling the fabric as you ride and scream on his cock. You look beautiful... Like an angel, albeit a lewd one.
Belphegor
Lingerie soft fabric very comfy. Makes you look sexy makes him want to touch you 10 out of 10 would fuck you in his sleep again.
He prefers the lingerie that value comfort over sexiness. He will be obsessed with touching you when you wear that. He wants you to wear more things like that to bed. Being pretty much his teddy bear when you're wearing something He wants to make sure it's soft.
Tho no matter how much he loses sleep when he is trying to press his cock in between your flushed thighs he will not comment on that. Listen if sex helps beleth sleep that it should work on him.
He likes to play with the fabric well he drifts off. Pressing his whole body against you feeling the softness of your body and the softness of the fabric.
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deftosweet · 1 year ago
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GoW Headcanons!!
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✩ For now, I will continue writing things related to Kratos (He is not my favorite character at all/j 🙄) So here we go! ✩
Author's note: Before continuing I must clarify that I have not played the entire GoW saga, so these ideas are based on part of what I have seen. If I leave out any details from the canon, please be patient and let me know in the comments! I love learning new things about my hyperfixations!
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So today's theme is...Cooking! What does he like to eat? Does he like to cook? If so, what are Kratos' cooking skills like?
I honestly think that Kratos is not the most open person to trying new flavors, much less if it is food from someone he doesn't know very well.
Still, I think because of his homeland and the customs there in Greece, I guess it's not too difficult to get him to eat vegetables (This is based on the diets of the Spartans and the information I could get about them). But considering his physique, training, and the cold environment of Midgard meat will be his first choice when it comes to eating something simple.
Ngl, I don't think he likes to cook
If someone asks Kratos to cook something, (And if they manage to convince him) he will probably go reluctantly and mumbling (Something like the deleted scene from GoW 2018: "I'm the fucking god of war..." maybe he would say something like that lmao).
Even so, considering that Kratos, Atreus and Mimir live alone, the most obvious thing is that Kratos must cook what they hunt during the day.
Very simple meals, Atreus and Mimir are already used to it (If Atreus complains, Kratos will probably tell him he'll cook next time 💀).
The type of person who eats slowly. The other people sitting at the table may have finished their plate and Kratos is still there eating.
Picky eater (medium level). If he sees something he doesn't like on his plate he will simply leave it there on the plate, even if he has never tried it in his life (He just like me fr).
Author's note: That's all for today! Thanks for the support, that motivates me to keep writing (I insist on apologizing for any grammatical mistake or errors in the language) See you later in another post!
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grievedeeply · 2 years ago
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the less time, the better.
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NEXT
pairing: heimdall x gn!reader
summary: as the child of the greek god of war, kratos— you've fought your fair share of enemies. you've prepared yourself for anything, including an obnoxious aesir god who thinks he knows better.
notes: you are already an adult by the events of god of war (2018), and you are the child of kratos and faye. you were not as affected by not knowing your godhood to the extent atreus was. odin invites you to asgard, NOT atreus.
when you set out to spread your mother's ashes at the tallest peak, you made it your goal to protect your brother from anything that may come across. your father, kratos, insisted that there would be bigger threats out there during your youth. you never doubted him. when your mother died, you realized that his words rang truer than you ever expected them to.
years later, you swear you've seen everything.
the more you travelled, the more you saw and the more knowledgeable you became. you learned quickly, how to take on enemies of all different types and sizes. it became a second nature to you, something that took little to no thought to complete. your mind connected every step together with no effort, and it was wonderful to feel strong.
atreus grew into a strong, capable young man and you couldn't be prouder. he became taller, and it nearly brought you to tears. your baby brother was growing up quicker than you would've preferred him to.
with the death of baldur and the beginning of fimbulwinter, things were looking dire. freya was beginning to show herself more often, putting your family in a risky position. living on midgard in those conditions weren't ideal, but home was always going to be home.
thor and odin showing up at your doorstep made things worse. odin had proposed that you visit asgard— see all it has to offer and more.
of course, you denied without missing a beat. your father was out there somewhere, fighting his son. you wouldn't forget everything he did to mimir— to freya. you knew better. of course you did. why would odin invite you to asgard if he didn't need something from you? his goal would always be to manipulate, to deceive.
it was only when things started getting dire that you even considered visiting.
"i'm thinking about going to asgard," you spoke up after a bite of your food. you weren't too sure what it was. týr had made it, with the help of atreus. you were happy for your brother. he had clearly looked up to him, even though he wasn't as much of a help as you hoped he would be.
your father only looked up at you, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw atreus' worried face. "no." your father replied, his voice as cold as the lands of niflheim.
you knew he would say that. you fell silent. you didn't want to go, but you felt as if the situation called for it. "i'll be a pair of eyes on the inside." you reasoned with pursed lips. you knew it would be difficult to convince him to agree with you, but you didn't need his permission. you were an adult. a capable one, at that.
"i said no."
you bit at the inside of your cheek, glancing over at týr— who sat awkwardly at the other end of the table. your gaze shifted to brok, who clearly wasn't paying attention, happily munching on his food.
"that isn't a good idea." you heard freya's voice call out from her room, and you let out a sigh. "maybe not. but i feel like i should try." you muttered, your voice still heard through the silence of the home. what other option was there? you were at a dead end. everything you've found ended up being nothing. if you were going to find answers, they would be in asgard.
"all odin does is lie," she continued after a pause, "and manipulate. i know better than anyone."
"she is right, y'know." mimir said, and you felt your heart weigh heavy. "you learn a lot about a man after bein' tortured by em every day." he let out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.
"all we're finding now are dead ends. we need something real." you said, turning your eyes back to your father. his expression didn't change. it hardly ever did.
"we need you alive. we need you.. safe." he replied without a moment's hesitation. he cared about you. you knew that, and hearing the desperation in his voice made that even clearer.
you decided to end the conversation there. you wouldn't convince him to let you go, but you reassured yourself. you were an adult. you were allowed to make your own decisions, even if they were dangerous ones. you ate your meal in silence, coming up with a plan to leave that night.
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you forced yourself out of bed, slipping on your coat— making sure to take your key of yggdrasil with you. your grabbed your weapons and crawled out of the window in your room, sneaking around the back of sindri's house towards the gateway.
"where are you going?"
you closed your eyes tightly, turning on your heel to be met with the fuzzy face of ratatoskr. "out." you replied, nonchalantly shrugging your shoulders. he shook his head, scampering towards you. "you look.. nervous, master y/n." he continued, not taking your answer seriously. "is there something the matter?"
his concern did put a smile on your face, but you shook your head. "it's nothing. just.. don't tell anyone i went out, okay? i don't want them freaking out over it."
he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, but he nodded. "if that is what you wish. do stay safe, yes?" he looked up at you with a stern expression for a squirrel, and you chuckled. "i will. i'll be back, okay?" you said, returning your attention to the gate. you lifted the key to it, setting your destination to midgard, you pushed open the door and stepped onto the branches of the world tree.
'i'll be back.'
your words rang through your mind like a torturous song. would you be back anytime soon? had you lied to him? all he had done was show you kindness..—
it was bigger than ratatoskr. would you be back to see your father? your brother? freya, freyr, brok and sindri? their faces flashed through your mind, and you shook your head. what did you have to worry about? you were a guest. they wouldn't try to kill you.
maybe you did lie to him. maybe you were making the biggest mistake of your life by thinking this was a good idea, but it felt like the only option. you were doing what you thought was best. you pushed away the guilt that was eating at your mind and continued down the path, waiting for the doorway to open.
being stuck with your own thoughts wasn't something you enjoyed very much, you learned. you pushed the door open with your hip, gripping at your sword. you knew hel-walkers would show up sometime soon and it was better to be prepared. you learned that from your father.
you shivered. this was a bad idea.
you didn't know where you were, and you didn't know how to get to asgard. odin never told you how— so you stood in the middle of the forest and called out for his ravens, huginn and muginn.
"i want to go to asgard!" you said, voice clearly showing your frustration. "no one knows i'm out here!" you continued, your shoulders slumping when there was no response.
that was, until there was.
a large swarm of ravens surrounded you, flying around you. their feathers were everywhere, and your vision was blocked by the sheer amount of them. it took a few moments, and then—
you were cold.
the water made you even colder with the added frost from midgard you carried with you, and you cringed at the feeling. you pulled yourself to shore, your arms getting tired from all of the work you'd had to do to get to that point already. so much walking— it felt as if your legs were going to fall off.
you coughed, laying down in the dirt for a few moments to catch your breath. "seriously.." you spoke breathlessly to yourself, pulling yourself to sit up. as soon as you opened your eyes, all of your efforts to catch your breath were put to waste.
it was beautiful. different shades of greens and blues, birds of all sorts flying above you. in the distance, you could see snow capped mountain ranges. you were surrounded by uninhabited highlands. the bridge above you stretched thousands of miles, and you swallowed. it was gorgeous, but the severity of your actions were only just starting to set in.
you walked for what felt like forever, a massive wall obstruction your vision to anything behind it. this was asgard. you knew that well enough.
"figured asgard would be safer than this," you grumbled to yourself as you killed yet another nightmare. the plains were filled with dangers, and your fathers words from your childhood echoed through your mind.
'there will be greater threats.'
the thought of him now was calming. you hung onto it for as long as you could as you walked, your eyes glued onto the massive wall in front of you. it was covered in large, rusted nails. hrimthur did build the wall. you thought of the flaw he had supposedly put in place, and you suddenly regretted not asking freya what he had told her earlier. you pushed it aside. regretting the past does nothing for the future.
you made it to the bottom of the wall, hands at your hips as you stared up at it. it looked easy enough to climb, so long as you don't look down. you felt weak already, but you figured you could make it.
with a deep breath, you forced yourself to begin the climb. as you expected, it wasn't too hard. your hands were sore from the rock, but you found spots that were easy enough to grab and hold onto. your legs ached, but the adrenaline kept you going.
the feeling of solid ground made you laugh in joy, and you decided to revel in it for a few seconds. you looked down and across the plains and at the mountains in the distance. you saw a village below you, and you furrowed your eyebrows. you noticed it when you passed through, but you saw no one. perhaps you were too focused on the task at hand.
your brother would've stopped. the thought made you chuckle. he was too kind. you wished he were with you. you sighed. you were doing this for him— for your father.
with a grunt, you pulled yourself up an awkward part of the wall, practically walking up the section adjacent to you. you extended your hand, finally feeling the top of the wall. you were so close. you inhaled and..—
the feeling of a hand wrapped around your wrist made you look up, and you were met with the face of a man. blonde, tall— eyes purple and strangely beautiful. "hello." he said, and you raised an eyebrow. what was he doing up here, anyway? there were people who monitored this thing?
"what part of the enormous wall made you think, 'oh. visitors must be welcome!'" he spoke sarcastically, looking down at you coldly. "well, there wasn't a gate. so." you replied, slight laughter escaping your lips as you looked up at him. he rolled his eyes.
"i was sent for," you continued after a moment of silence, "by odin." your voice was loud enough for him to hear you over the wind, and he raised an eyebrow. "the allfather sent for you?" he chuckled dryly, a cocky smile on his lips, "then why are you out there.. and not in here?"
"i wish i knew." you shot back, "let's ask him." you proposed, trying to put a friendly smile on your face. you could feel yourself slipping from his grasp, and you had nothing to hold onto. your shoulder was going to pop out of its socket if he didn't pull you up soon.
"what could odin.. king of the aesir, possibly want with the likes of you?" he spat out. his tone was gentle, but filled with venom. "that's between me and him." you told him.
silence, again.
"so.. think you can pull me up?"
"i don't think i will. i think, actually— i'll just drop you." he let you slip even further out of his grasp, and your feet searched for anything below you to hang onto. "wait, wait, wait— please," you pleaded but your words went unnoticed to him.
your other hand desperately grabbed onto his wrist, "think of what the allfather would say.. finding out you killed his guest. y/n of the jötnar.."
his jaw clenched, but his eyes looked down at your hands at his wrist. "the jötnar?" he chuckled just as sarcastically as he had before, "enemy of my people?"
"i am not your enemy."
his eyes met yours, and for a moment you thought he was going to drop you anyways. he groaned, standing up and pulling you with him. you laid on the ground for a few seconds and he stood above you with crossed arms. "i will be the judge of that." he said in response to your previous statement, and you let out a sigh of relief.
pushing yourself up to your feet, you noticed the horn that hung from his hip. this was heimdall. of course he would be the one patrolling up here. the less time you spent with him, the better it would be for you.
"we don't have all day." his voice cut you out of your thoughts, and you nodded. your feet kicked at the rocks underneath you, following a few steps behind him. you noticed the braids in his hair, and the patterns in his clothes. he was loved by these people. you could tell that much.
"now, feel free to drink in the splendor of asgard's beauty. it is a rare sight for outsiders.. especially giants." you rolled your eyes. all aesir really were the same— but he seemed cockier. more full of himself. you walked past a pouch laying on the ground, and you resisted the urge to pick it up. you knew he would lay into you for it.
"ask your questions, already." heimdall pulled the switch, making the platform the two of you stood on move down towards the town below you. "i don't have any questions." you shrugged with pursed lips, looking over at him. he fell silent for a moment, "everyone does. ask them."
you chuckled, "you're not used to people saying no to you, are you?" he said nothing in response, and you raised your eyebrows, amused. you decided to keep quiet. you didn't want to get too playful with him. you wanted to keep him away from you— to avoid being suspicious.
"we are here. off." he gestured for you to step off of the platform, and he moved ahead of you again. he led you down a flight of wooden stairs, that had clearly been made with care. you looked around. asgard was beautiful. you wouldn't deny it. his eyes lit up at the sight of a creature across the small area you'd stepped into, and if it were anyone else you would've thought it sweet.
you tuned him out as he spoke to the animal, and you looked up at the clouds. no signs of fimbulwinter, as far as the eye could see. "are you coming?" his impatient voice rang out from behind you. he had mounted the animal, and he moved his head as a way to tell you to get on behind him. you pulled yourself up, and a set of doors opened.
"it's beautiful." you decided to say, realizing that the silence was beginning to get more awkward. "obviously." he said back to you, glancing over his shoulder to look at you. "i'm being genuine." you told him, able to tell that he didn't believe you, given his body language. "right." heimdall replied, taking on a tone that almost sounded like he were trying to tease you. you shook your head, deciding the silence was better.
"the great lodge— which the allfather built with his bare hands." he informed you, and you nodded. "impressive." you complimented, assuming that your words would help him see you in a more positive light. you knew that he hated the jötnar, as every aesir would presumably. you thought about your mother. you sighed to yourself.
he stopped in his tracks, hopping off of the animal. he slapped it's rear end, bucking you off and making you land in the mud. "what was that for?" you groaned, wiping the mud out out of your eyes. "helmets! i have a practice dummy for you." he called out to the einherjar, who eagerly jumped out in front of you, ready for battle.
"i thought we were going to odin!"
"change of plans," heimdall chuckled, clearly enjoying the show. "you do have treacherous intent. i am not letting you anywhere near the allfather."
you let out a frustrated grunt as you swung your sword, dodging another one of their bifröst attacks. after a few minutes that felt like hours, all of them had been eliminated.
"my turn." he jumped down off of the animal and walked towards you, a cocky smile on his lips as his eyes met yours. you sighed, and he took a quick step at you, only for you to move out of the way.
you adjusted yourself— took a deep breath and..
you opened your eyes. he had lost his footing when you swung and fell back onto the ground. his breathing was shaky, his gaze glued to the fabric of his shirt— torn apart by your blade. he glanced up at you, his mouth agape as he did so. "what..?" he muttered to himself, his gaze desperately flicking between you and his tattered clothing, hoping as though he thought you would have the answers he searched for.
"sorry.. about the- about the shirt." you spoke quietly. you sheathed your sword. he was beaten. there was no need to continue. your weapon tore right through his clothes, and you could see the blood on his abdomen.
his head turned toward you at the speed of light, his face bright red, but he said nothing to you. he slowly forced himself onto his feet, not blinking the entire time. he averted his gaze from you. as soon as he was standing, he turned on his heel and left you alone in front of odin's home.
all you could do was watch him leave. it was for the best, anyways.. right?
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why was his heart beating so fast?
heimdall rushed to his quarters, digging through his drawers to find a replacement shirt while his current one gets fixed by the seamstresses.
why was his heart beating so fast?
he could feel it— pounding against his ribcage like there was no tomorrow. your face popped into his mind. the smile you gave him while you were hanging off of the wall, the look in your eyes as he walked towards you. you weren't afraid, no.. no, you were confident in yourself.
what was it that let you hit him?
he was embarrassed. he knew that. he had never been touched by anyone else in a fight before, and the thought of a giant being the one to do it made him angry at himself.
what was it about you? were you special, somehow? immune to his powers?
no. you weren't. he knew that.
did he let you hit him?
no. he didn't. why would he?
why was his heart beating so fast?
he thought of you. he shook his head. no— not a giant. a giant couldn't make him feel this way. it was your father that had killed baldur, magni and modi. you were there. you had to have been there. you had to have seen it all. this wasn't right. why was he thinking of you this way?
he lifted his hands to his hair, tugging at it harshly, forcing his breads out with a clenched jaw. he could still feel the blood seeping through the bandage that covered his wound.
not a giant. right?
why was his heart beating so fast?
your smile, your eyes— no, no, no, no.
his arms fell to his sides, and he looked down at the torn fabric of his shirt, defeated.
not a giant.. right?
AHEM. i wrote this in one sitting. hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want a part two because i'm so down to write it if this does well enough <3 their story doesn't have to end here i'm telling yall right now!!
shoutout to the anon who gave me this idea!! i immediately fell in love with the thought of heimdall being head over heels for someone because they beat him somehow. i hope i did this justice!! please reblog and leave comments!! it really helps me out a lot!!
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unholyloaf · 2 years ago
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Kratos NSFW ALPHABET
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A = AFTERCARE (WHAT THEY’RE LIKE AFTER SEX)
Kratos is super sweet after sex. He'll get you water, massage anywhere that is sore, praise you, and tell you how proud he is of you for taking it so well ;)
B = BODY PART (THEIR FAVOURITE BODY PART OF THEIRS AND ALSO THEIR PARTNER’S)
Kratos's favorite body part on himself is his abs. He works hard for those things and he knows he looks good with them. His favorite body part of yours is your breasts/chest. There is something so erotic about seeing them bounce.
C = CUM (ANYTHING TO DO WITH CUM BASICALLY… I’M A DISGUSTING PERSON)
This man LOVES creampies. Like has an obsession with them. He also just feels like cumming anywhere else on you is disrespectful to you, but if you ask him to cum somewhere else he will.
D = DIRTY SECRET (PRETTY SELF-EXPLANATORY, A DIRTY SECRET OF THEIRS)
Every time he cums in you he secretly hopes that you will conceive a child. He already has Atreus and that's enough stress in his life, but he loves you very much and wants to make a family with you. If he can't have a baby with you he'll get a dog.
E = EXPERIENCE (HOW EXPERIENCED ARE THEY? DO THEY KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING?)
Do I even need to say anything?
F = FAVOURITE POSITION (THIS GOES WITHOUT SAYING. WILL PROBABLY INCLUDE A VISUAL)
His favorite position is definitely doggy. He can get a good hold of your hips and ram himself into you better. If it is more than regular sex and he wants to get sweet with it he'll put you in missionary or cowgirl to create a more intimate atmosphere
G = GOOFY (ARE THEY MORE SERIOUS IN THE MOMENT, OR ARE THEY HUMOROUS, ETC)
Kratos isn't really the goofy type. I feel like sex with him would be serious, but once he gets really comfortable with you I think he'd crack a joke or two.
H = HAIR (HOW WELL GROOMED ARE THEY, DOES THE CARPET MATCH THE DRAPES, ETC.)
His pubic area would be the same as his beard. Maintained bush. It wouldn't a full on bush and it would be well kept.
I = INTIMACY (HOW ARE THEY DURING THE MOMENT, ROMANTIC ASPECT…)
Kratos is usually a mixture of sweet and naughty. If you two are super horny then he won't be sweet at all and he'll just fuck the ever-living shit out of you, but if it's a hidden emotional day for him or he just wants to take it slow it will be romantic and sweet.
J = JACK OFF (MASTURBATION HEADCANON)
Before you, he never really masturbated much mainly because he was so busy with training Atreus. But now? If he isn't around you for let us say a month he'll masturbate at least once a week
K = KINK (ONE OR MORE OF THEIR KINKS)
I'm just gonna give you a list, breeding, hickies, spanking, light bondage, praise, slight exhibitionism, gagging (specifically you on his cock), orgasm denial, overstimulation, and edging.
L = LOCATION (FAVOURITE PLACES TO DO THE DO)
His favorite places include y'alls house (when Atreus and Mimir aren't there), a tree far away from the house.
M = MOTIVATION (WHAT TURNS THEM ON, GETS THEM GOING)
You. Honestly, that sounds really cheesy but he loves you and trusts you a lot, so naturally, you would turn him on. Another turn-on would be slapping his ass, he would definitely get you back later.
N = NO (SOMETHING THEY WOULDN’T DO, TURN-OFFS)
He would not choke you or hit you with any sort of object. He wants to know exactly how much strength he's putting into the spanks.
O = ORAL (PREFERENCE IN GIVING OR RECEIVING, SKILL, ETC)
He loves going down on you. That man will go to town for HOURS. He also loves when you go down on him. I'd say it's a good 50/50
P = PACE (ARE THEY FAST AND ROUGH? SLOW AND SENSUAL? ETC)
Kratos's thrusts are slow and deep. He knows all the spots to make you scream (scream without the s 0.0) but if he's super horny it'll be hard and fast.
Q = QUICKIE (THEIR OPINIONS ON QUICKIES RATHER THAN PROPER SEX, HOW OFTEN, ETC)
y'all do quickies quite often because of multiple factors: Atreus, Atreus's friends, monsters, and Brok being a nosy little shit. I'd say like 45% of the sex y'all have is quickies. Otherwise, he wants to take his time and properly satisfy you.
R = RISK (ARE THEY GAME TO EXPERIMENT, DO THEY TAKE RISKS, ETC)
He is down to experiment to a certain degree. Anything where he has to hit you (besides spanking) is a no-go, but if you want to try something he's down.
S = STAMINA (HOW MANY ROUNDS CAN THEY GO FOR, HOW LONG DO THEY LAST…)
This man can last a good 30-40 minutes before cumming. I'd say he can go up to 5 rounds. Cock of War
T = TOY (DO THEY OWN TOYS? DO THEY USE THEM? ON A PARTNER OR THEMSELVES?)
I am almost certain sex toys didn't exist in his time period (anything other than dildos) So this is gonna be a modern take on Kratos. After some hesitation, he would be down to use a vibrator on you. He wants to please you the best he can and give you the most amazing orgasms. He would definitely have a fleshlight. In the beginning, he'd feel kind of weird using it, but over time it's his favorite masturbation toy.
U = UNFAIR (HOW MUCH THEY LIKE TO TEASE)
He honestly is not much of a tease. HOWEVER, if he is feeling extra cheeky that day expect a lot of ass slaps/ grazing of the tits and thighs. He would also intentionally flex whenever you're around as well as show off his strength a bit.
V = VOLUME (HOW LOUD THEY ARE, WHAT SOUNDS THEY MAKE)
He's not a very loud man in bed but he does tend to grunt and breathe into your ears when yall fuck. He will also dirty talk to you and moan the word fuck into your ear. Cussing is for the bedroom.
W = WILD CARD (GET A RANDOM HEADCANON FOR THE CHARACTER OF YOUR CHOICE)
This man is a damn good singer. In Sparta, they trained the soldiers to read/play music so naturally, some of them would be good at singing. Kratos has a voice sent from the heavens and stuffed into an angry bearded man.
X = X-RAY (LET’S SEE WHAT’S GOING ON IN THOSE PANTS, PICTURE OR WORDS)
Kratos is packing some serious meat. I'd say he has a good 8-9 inches on him with 2 inches in girth. You're in for the ride of your life.
Y = YEARNING (HOW HIGH IS THEIR SEX DRIVE?)
His sex drive isn't that high. He has mellowed out from his early years and so he'd probably instigate sex maybe 3-4 times a week. If you're in the mood he would gladly love to take care of that.
Z = ZZZ (… HOW QUICKLY THEY FALL ASLEEP AFTERWARDS)
Kratos doesn't usually sleep so he'll just hold you until you fall asleep.
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