#sub Kratos
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blessed be i
kratos x reader
cw: nsfw (minors dni), sub!kratos, dom!reader, gn!reader - amab, anal fingering, body worship, praise kink, strength kink, mating press, the reader is one cheeky mf, creampie, cum eating, uhhh magic cum?, etc.
word count: 1366
“You know,” You casually begin, a smile tugging at your mouth as you sink a third oil slick finger into the tight heat of Kratos’ asshole, “this isn’t usually how I receive a god’s blessing.” Though your tone is filled with teasing, you can’t help your excitement. It’s not often that you have the pleasure of enjoying new experiences, much less those that don’t involve violence.
The god grunts, rolling his eyes, but rolls his hips into the scissoring of your fingers. His cock rests over his belly, flushed and weeping precum over his muscles. You can feel his strength, his power, simmering right under his skin. The fact that you didn’t need to go on a ridiculously complicated quest or fight him like you have other gods ignites a deep desire within you. A god like him, strong enough to slay an entire pantheon but kind enough to spare the world, is more than deserving of the worship you offer.
You grab the bottle of oil and withdraw your fingers, taking a moment to admire the slight gape of his asshole. You tip the glass, thoroughly wetting your digits before setting it aside again. Kratos groans lowly as you slowly slip four fingers into his hole, up to the last knuckle, and gently press the pad of your thumb against his perineum. The teasing of his prostate from two places makes his fingers curl and fist the furs, little pearls of arousal wetting his length.
Kratos glances at the closed door of the hut, possibly worried that his son will come looking for him. You curl your fingers with enough pressure to make his back arch and smile down at him. “Atreus is safe and entertained.” You reassure him, then proceed to bend down and use the flat of your tongue to trace the prominent vein on the side of his cock. “My steed will make sure of that.” You’d more or less shoved the boy towards the griffin, who was more than eager to receive Atreus’ pets and hugs.
“Make this quick.” Kratos says roughly in response, as if his thighs aren’t shaking in pleasure.
“Yes, sir,” You shoot back mockingly, working on stretching him open for your cock. He might consider doing this again if you make him feel good. The wet schlick, schlick, schlick of your fingers breaching his hole fills the room, the depraved noise nearly drowning out the crackles of the fireplace. Once you deem him loose enough, you take your fingers away to pour the reminder of the oil onto your erection.
You brace yourself, placing your hand next to his head, and use your other hand to guide yourself into his asshole. You slowly inch inside him and sigh in satisfaction as his walls clamp down on your cock. He feels so hot and snug, stretched wide by the thickness of you. A mortal would’ve needed more time, more preparation, maybe even mercy, but Kratos can take it. You look at his face and lift a questioning brow. His forehead shines with sweat from your previous teasing, his jaw clenched tightly, and he gives you a short nod.
You sit up on your knees, withdrawing, and place your hands on his hips. They don’t dwarf him like they would a normal human and, strangely enough, it serves to arouse you further. The first thrust is experimental, firm enough to make him grunt, but gentle enough that his body doesn’t jolt. You keep your eyes on his face, mindful of the way his lips part and his eyebrows knit together.
“That alright?” You rasp, repeating the action.
“Harder.” Kratos says— because gods don’t beg, they demand. It doesn’t matter that it sounds more like a plea than an order. You don’t mention it. (You need his blessing, after all.)
You use your grip on his hips to keep him steady, channeling more strength into the thrusts of your hips. You don’t need to be particularly gentle, he won’t break. Kratos groans as the tip of your cock ruts against his prostate, adjusting his legs so his thick thighs bracket your body and his ankles lock behind your back. “Fuck,” You grunt when the change in position makes you reach even deeper. “Stars above, you feel magnificent.”
His head tips back against the pillows, and he moans, a little louder than before.
“Oh,” You let out, feeling the way he spasms around your cock. You smile, slow and hungry, and tilt his hips up as you sink down into him. “You’re my favorite, you know? So strong, so powerful. For countless nights I wondered if I would ever be worthy enough to come across you, deserving enough to be blessed by you— never once did it occur to me that it could be like this.” Your rhythm is firm and deep, drawing small groans and moans from his throat. You grasp his cock, which sits hot and heavy in your palm, and stroke it in time with your thrusts. Kratos’ body jolts, his legs tightening around your body, and you swipe your thumb over the head of his cock to collect the pearly droplets to make the glide of your hand easier. “There we go,” You mutter, twisting your wrist with every pump. “Does that feel good?”
Kratos grits his teeth, trying to bite back his groans, and nods. That’s not enough for you. You click your tongue and give the base of his cock a little squeeze, slowing the pistoning of your hips to tight circles. He scowls at you, which is admittedly both intimidating and arousing. “Tell me.” You say anyway, a teasing grin on your face.
“...Yes,” Kratos finally speaks, his fingers flexing around the furs, “you feel good. Deep.”
“Mhm?” You hum, slowly working up to your previous tempo.
He eyes narrow into an irritated glare, “If you don’t—”
A quiet laugh spills from your mouth, and you reach down to grasp the back of his thighs and bend him in half. Kratos curses loudly as you bear down on him with your entire weight, skin slapping wetly as your cock plunges in and out of him. His weeping erection ruts against your belly, and you find your eyes straying to his parted lips. When you glance upwards, you find him staring back at you. He tips his chin up in silent permission, and you waste no time.
Kratos’ mouth is soft, wet and hot. One of his hands leaves the furs to hold the back of your head, strong enough to crush your skull if he so wished, and his tongue glides over yours. He tastes of mead, with honey and nutty undertones. You wonder what it would be like to take his mouth, to breach his throat and have him swallow your cum. Your fingers dig into his ashen skin with bruising force at the thought, though you highly doubt you’ll leave any lasting marks.
The god sucks on your tongue, which only feeds the fantasy of his lips around your cock, and you moan heavily into his mouth. Heat coils in your belly, and you shove a hand between your sweaty bodies to stroke him quickly. He pulls away from the kiss, his body tensing as he groans and unravels, cum painting the muscles of his torso as Kratos unravels. You groan and shudder, filling him up to the brim with your own spend. It oozes out from where your bodies meet to form a small puddle on the bedding. You run your fingers through the cum on his chest, both to smear it further and to taste him. His seed is thick on your tongue, almost bittersweet, and you suck your fingers clean. Tiredness leaves your body as the feeling of renewal soaks into you like water pouring over your flesh.
“Blessed be I,” You chuckle in satisfaction, bending down with the intention of capturing his mouth again, only for him to shove your head away with an unamused stare. Smiling cheekily, you reach for his half hard cock, and he doesn’t stop you.
You’re sure Atreus won’t mind spending more time with your griffin while his father gives you more blessings.
#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ nick writes !#god of war brainrot#dom reader#dom!reader#top reader#top!reader#sub character#sub kratos#sub god of war#kratos x reader#god of war#kratos#god of war x reader#n/s/f/w#n/sfw
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Kratos desperately riding his fingers while grabbing your pillow and shoving his face into that and the sheets to inhale every bit of your scent after you've been gone for a few hours - goblin anon 👺
little thing 4 2nite, hope y'all don't mind !! can b read as olympus or norse kratos idc
FEM ALIGNED AND MINORS DNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
It was embarrassing to think about. To think that he missed you so much that he’d be doing something like this. Kratos’ restless nights in your shared bed was very much attributed to your absence in the home. It was pathetic, he thought, that your scent lingering on the satin sheet would make him so… aroused. It was a brief thought at first, about your past encounters with the man– sparring, fighting, being beaten bloody and bruised… He shudders a bit and swallows thickly, a raspy moan slipping past his lips.
His fingers, slick with oil scented like olives and figs, slip into his own tight heat. The scent of the oil and the musk of your cologne stuck to your pillow, it made him whimper slightly. How would you react seeing him like this? The God of War, ass up in the air, his own slick running down his thighs– truly, you would tease him to no end.
He can hear your voice in his ear now, “Kratos… did you really miss me that much?” He imagines your fingers as his own, prodding his sensitive clit and just barely grazing your fingers into his dripping pussy. “Gone for not even a day and suddenly, you’ve completely lost sense of yourself. Cute.” Your fingers slip into him, deeper and he lets out a whorish moan into your pillow. Kratos can’t bring himself to say anything, it feels like he’s going to lose his mind. He’s already been at it for a while, so to feel his gut tightening already wasn’t a surprise.
“Look at you, such a slut. I haven’t even properly fucked you yet and you’re already about to cum. Tightening up on my fingers, you wish I were here to fuck within an inch of your life, right?”
He lets out a deep moan and shakes his head, “G-get on with it.” He mutters through shaky breaths, curling up his fingers deep within. His pale thighs are shaking, and he feels like he’s going to collapse.
“So demanding… but Gods don’t beg, now do they?” You chuckle, the speed of your fingers increasing and so do the frequency and loudness of his delicious noises. “Cum for me, gorgeous. I want to hear you.” You whisper, kissing his cheek gently and trailing down his neck. His eyes roll for a moment and he sees white, surrounded by nothing but your very musk. Kratos is on cloud nine briefly, his head swimming as he thinks about nothing but you.
He bites down hard onto your pillow, almost tearing it as he lets out a loud, animalistic deep groan as he crashes into his own orgasm. He can almost hear you now, cooing in his ear about how good he did and how well you’d reward him. Kratos gently thrusts his fingers into himself one last time before collapsing into the sheets below. His face is flushed, closing his eyes for a moment before coming to terms with what he just did. His face blooms a deeper red colour before he lets out a frustrated groan and throws your pillow away.
He needs to clean up before you get home or Gods forbid he try to explain his little fantasies about you.
#achilles' thirsts ⭐#👺 — goblin anon !!#this was fun to write teehee#ftm kratos cuz i said so <3#top male reader#dom male reader#top reader#dom reader#sub character#sub kratos#sub god of war#kratos x reader#kratos x male reader#sub gow#kratos posting again#hes my babygirl
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Could you write a Smut for Kratos x trans male reader?🥺 I love him so much but there is almost no fanfic about him with male readers or ftm.
Active/Dominant Kratos vs Passive/Submissive Reader, Please🥺
Write only if you feel comfortable with the request, I love your writing❤️
Sure! Theres not enough fics for him and especially ftm. Thank you for loving my writing and I hope you enjoy this one!
Warnings! A part where Kratos is a service dom, fingering, riding, thigh riding, wall sex, cunt is used. DETAILED SMUT basically.
Dom Kratos x sub ftm reader
“Right here Y/n.”
The larger man says, patting his thigh staring down at his naked lover. Y/n looks up at Kratos before crawling over to him and sitting on his large thigh. Y/n moves his hips back and forth rubbing and grinding his wet cunt onto Kratos thigh as soft moans and whimpers escape his lips.
Before any of that Kratos and Y/n were walking around the forest with Atreus. All three of them were walking around with one another until something caught Y/n’s eye and caused him to wander off. The father and son didn’t even notice until Atreus asked him a question and got nothing in response.
“Stay here. I’ll go get him.” Kratos tells his son before eyeing his surroundings and gives Atreus one last look before leaving.
It took Kratos a while to finally find Y/n. He found Y/n on the ground playing and “talking” to a group of rabbits. “Time to go.” Kratos says picking up Y/n not leaving any room to protest. Y/n squirms around in Kratos tight hold trying to break free.
“The boy is waiting for us. Stop playing these childish games.” Kratos says giving Y/n’s thigh a large squeeze before rubbing it.
Y/n lets out a dramatic sigh before giving up and holds onto his lover giving his neck a few kisses. The two of them have small talk about the plans for the day and mostly Y/n rambling about different things. “Kratoss~ I love you.” Y/n sings cupping the gods face in his hands. Kratos mumbles something under his breath, probably an insult, but shortly after he responds back “Love you too.” The two begin to be silent only enjoying each other's presence.
“Hey kray. Can we stop real quick?” Y/n asks, earning a deep hum from Kratos as he puts the smaller man down. “What is it Y/n?” Kratos asks, looking down at Y/n. The god brings his large hand up and places his hand on Y/n’s cheek pushing his head up so they make eye-contact.
Y/n stares up at Kratos with lust in his eyes and Kratos immediately recognizes the look in his eyes. “Go back home. I want you naked and on your fours. Got it?” Before Y/n could open his mouth Kratos leaves, going back to his son.
TIMESKIP
Once Kratos was back home with his son Atreus was too tired to even care about what his fathers were doing. He just went straight to his room and went to sleep.
With the two men currently one is bare naked on the floor looking up at his partner. “You're already so wet.” Kratos says putting his large hand on Y/n’s chin raising his head up. Kratos stares in Y/n’s eyes watching every single movement he does. Y/n moves his hand going between his thighs and runs his fingers back and forth down on his pussy with small moans escaping his lips. Y/n move his hips back and forth onto his fingers grinding onto them. Kratos gives him one last look before moving, going to the edge of the bed and sitting on it.
“Right here.”
The larger man says, patting his thigh staring down at his naked lover. Y/n looks up at Kratos before crawling over to him and sitting on his large thigh. Y/n moves his hips back and forth rubbing and grinding his wet cunt onto Kratos thigh as soft moans and whimpers escape his lips. Y/n throws his head back bouncing on his lover's thigh.
Once Kratos grows bored of Y/n riding his thigh he puts one of his large hands on Y/n's waist stopping him from moving as he holds him in the air. Before Y/n could even make a noise he moves his free hand up Y/n's thighs until he reaches his cunt.
Y/n tries to grind down on Kratos fingers, but always earns a harsh squeeze on his side. Kratos begins to finger Y/n at a fast pace prepping him and just toying with him. Kratos moves his thumb to Y/n's clit pressing down on it and rubbing it earning loud moans from Y/n. "Kratos!~ I-I about to cum!" Y/n moans throwing his head back on his lover's shoulder. "Then cum." Kratos orders moving his thumb around Y/n's clit even faster helping him out a little. Y/n cums hard onto Kratos fingers coating his fingers with cum.
Once Y/n calms down from his high Kratos lift Y/n up and lay him down on the bed. Kratos strips himself out of his clothes fully becoming naked before getting on top of Y/n trapping him under him.
Kratos spread open Y/n's thighs staring down at his wet cunt before moving his cock onto it. Kratos moves his cock up and down lubing himself up from Y/n's wet and sticky cunt. Once Kratos decides it's enough in one quick motion he pushes the large tip inside Y/n.
After Y/n gets used to the feeling of his tip inside him Kratos puts both hands on Y/n's thighs pulling Y/n's body down while also moving him deeper inside his cock. With all the noises Y/n making Kratos move his body down lower kissing Y/n deeply as he thrust the rest of his cock inside him. Kratos doesn't waste anytime rocking his hips back and forth at a steady pace.
"Such a good boy, but you have to be quiet."
Kratos doesn't even talk much during sex but when he does its usually not a praise. So once Y/n heard the praise he couldn't help but smile uncontrollably.
Kratos begins to speed up his thrust. The god thrust becomes rough and faster no doubt causing something to break. Skin slapping and quiet moans and groans and be heard throughout the house no doubt.
The god begins to loose himself from caring about making to much noise as he picks up Y/n off the bed before pressing him against the wall fucking him even faster. Y/n's moans become louder as well screaming out "Faster!" or "Harder" a few times.
Y/n cums hard again for the second time. Cumming down on Kratos cock makes the wet skin slapping against each other even louder. Y/n lays his head down on the wall moaning about whatever as Kratos abuses his cunt. It doesn't take Kratos long before cumming deep inside Y/n. The two let out huffs and groans. While not pulling out Kratos moves both of them back on the bed. After the two calm down from their highs Kratos pulls out watching his own cum ooze out of Y/n.
"Kray...I think we broke something." Y/n teases earning a deep.
"Shut up." From his boyfriend.
THE END.
#x ftm reader#x male reader#male reader#kratos x male reader#god of war ragnarok#god of war x male reader#gow x male reader#kratos#the bear club#x transmasc reader#x trans male reader#x sub male reader
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How many characters have I made Tails befriend? Yes
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sonic au#sth#tails the fox#tails#miles tails prower#doom slayer#doomguy#doom eternal#doom#sub zero#kuai liang#mk scorpion#mortal kombat scorpion#mortal kombat#mk#kratos#gow ragnarok#god of war#kano#mk kano#mortal kombat kano#super sonic#knuckles the echidna#metal gear rising revengeance#mgrr#samuel rodrigues#glamrock freddy#asriel dreemur undertale
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You know, im disapointed there is (Almost) no content for spawn's mk11 ending. It would be so intresting, the story, the dynamic between him, hanzo and kuai. Maybe add kratos and some other 'demon/hell fighting' characters in there, like dante, maybe. The story could be great!...
... Or the most edgy fanfic(that was not made in 2010-16)
Imagine them all living in the same apartment after purging all the hells and having nothing left to do🤣 (that idea just randomly came to me)
#mortal kombat#Spawn#sub zero#kuai liang#scorpion#hanzo hasashi#Kratos#Dante#<-im tagging them cuz i mentioned them
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now!! about mr souterelle! he dubbed gan and jason and kratos and endeavor and - literally many morally grey or dark characters because of his raspy voice.
watch tokyo ghoul in french dub with exported subtitles in english if you want to hear gan's voice yell "i will eat you whole" (or well, i will eat you all raw if you want a rougher translation from french) and many more iconic voice lines
i loved to listen to him as jason because ALL of his lines could be said as Ganondorf ough
WOAH... thats so cool honestly! I LOVE Souterelle's raspy voice as Ganon, so I'll try to check out more of his work-- I wonder if his voice is just naturally raspy like that, its very nice! :O
I'll see if I can set up eng. subs when I check out TG :D
#ALSO if he's Kratos I'll see if the game will let me set FR audio with Eng subs when I can afford Ragnarok ! :D#nico responds
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i really really hope erron black or skarlet are in mk1. if peacemaker, omni-man (my main man probably) or homelander are in it, i'll probably buy it, but most of the mortal kombat cast don't really entertain me. i've slowly decided i like them more over the years, and there's a few standouts that i really like, but the main guys? idk. not my thing
#like raiden#kung lao#lui kang (i think that's how you spell it)#i don't really like them#johnny cage is. ok. annoying.#sonya is probably the best#jax is usually alright#i like weird characters. like skarlet. erron. sub-zero when he isn't steve blum#sub isn't weird but. i have always liked him.#noob saibot made me like him less lmao#takeshi is cool. kenshi is cool. but there's so few characters i like playing#i like the dlc characters#like kratos. freddy. terminator. predator. joker. rambo. etc#wish they'd make an MK ultimate with all of them but they'd never
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I think the one thing that I love the most about GoW (2018) and GoW: Ragnarok is the fact that the women of the world have the most power out of all of their male counterparts. And it isn't because they have higher power or any special abilities.
It is because they are women. And they are messy and angry and don't always have the best view of the world, themselves or others.
And that they are actually respected by the story itself.
Like, say what you will about how Faye had to die to kickstart Kratos' redemption arc, but I find it unbelievably badass that said dead woman played the long-game of the century, made herself a living legend in all of the 9 realms, knew fully that she was going to die young, but instead of wallowing in despair, she chose to smile and love her husband, son, her heritage and friends to the fullest despite it all.
Freya rallies armies, beats the shit out of her ex, regains her warrior spirit, reunites and rekindles her relationship with both her Valkyrie sisters, Kratos and Atreus and twin brother, heals from the death of her son and regains a new family.
Angrboda uses her companionship, trust and gentleness with Atreus to show him a glimpse at the life and skills of a giant, peace and comfort and overall domesticity that he had been lacking back home due to odin and fimbulwinter, as well as give him the skills needed for his journey into who Loki is.
The Valkyries are able to be well respected warriors who are fully proud to be fighting aside true commanders and fighters and not have to follow Odin's command.
Thrud becomes worthy to wield her fathers hammer, is respected by her mother and those around her for the first time.
Sif controls, rallies and persuades Thor, the meanest of the aesir to nearly kill Atreus and Kratos for revenge against the deaths of their sons, just by her words and love for him alone. SHe even tries to be a better mother to Thrud due to having lost Magni and Modi.
The Norns freely use their creepiness and vast knowledge of fate and time and wisdom to scare the shit out everyone they meet and because of that, people don't dare mess with them, not even fucking mansplain-manipulate-manslughter Odin.
The Lady beneath the water is so respected and worshiped that it's factually known that you don't talk to the lady, she talks to you.
A lot of GoW is about swinging axes and ripping apart enemies. But the most powerful characters don't do that. They use their emotions and smarts and intelligence rather than their fists.
the true character arc for God of War isnt about Kratos at all.
It's the fact that God of War went from a dudebro power-fantasy hack-n-slash game where the women were either relegated to sex minigames, sub-par emotional justification for *why* we are killing gods, and villainous roles---to actual 3-dimentional characters who are given proper respect, courtesy and value, who are integral to the story as a whole and are crucial to the long term consequences of the game.
#god of war#god of war ragnarok#gow ragnarok#kratos#atreus#angrboda#freya#the norns#thrud#sif#gow faye#gow spoilers
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Vegeta x Reader -
Hihi!! The last fanfiction I wrote was the Kratos x Reader. I love Vegeta, so I'm writing a fanfiction. This has also been cross-posted on AO3 here: Link
Enjoy this Smut-fest.
Warnings: afab!reader and Male Smut, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Choking, Dom/Sub dynamic, Use of Pet names/Nicknames, Praise and Degradation, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Fighting, Blood, etc. Porn with Plot, basically
Vegeta is also a little OOC, especially after seggs, so warning for that too!
WORD COUNT: 6197 Words (Jesus Christ)
Hope you enjoy this story ~
It had been probably, the WORST week of your life. You got evicted because your landlord ended your lease - can landlords even do that? what a dick, you thought to yourself. That, plus the massive training block you've been experiencing AND the fact you had just ended the worst date have really made you crave a night of forgetting everything.
You're so grateful for alcohol and Bulma. Both were incredible distractions and can help you forget everything.
"Thanks again for letting my stay here until I could get back up on my feet." You tell her after taking a sip of your rum and coke. She waves you off, lifting her feet up onto the couch, tucking them under herself and getting comfortable.
"(Y/N), I'm serious when I say you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. You don't understand how much I need a friend in this house." You giggle.
"What do you mean?" Bulma groans, and takes a massive gulp of her vodka sprite.
"My parents... are my parents-" That, you could understand. They are a handful. "And Vegeta's always been a pain in my ass. Especially since I got back with Yamcha-" You almost spit out your drink.
"WHAT?!?!" You gasp out loud, before whispering, as if you were conspiring. "Since when? What happened to 'working things out' with Vegeta?" You were curious, as she went on and on... and on and on about fixing things with Vegeta for the sake of Trunks.
"I mean, there's definitely love for him as the father of my son. But that love can only get me so far. We understand that we aren't meant to last. Plus Yamcha has gotten better at communicating his feelings and his wants. He's definitely not the same person who cheated on me years ago." Bulma stated matter-of-factly. You furrow your brows.
"So why's Vegeta still live here?" Bulma takes a sip of her drink and ponders her response.
"Well... At the beginning it was because I would miss him too hard, and I couldn't imagine a world without him in it. Now, its partially because of Trunks, and partially because-" She leans in close, and whispers in your ear. "I feel bad for him. He really only has Trunks now..." She bites her lip as she moves back to her spot.
"He'll find someone. He's... very attractive and sets his mind to things and sticks to it. I mean, sure, his pride is his greatest weakness, but he definitely has more pros than cons, especially now." You always found Vegeta attractive, but that was a given. Both Saiyans (and Broly, when you think about it) are very attractive beings. You wonder if its Saiyan genetics that make such handsome men, or if it really is just pure luck.
"Ou~" Bulma purrs. "Want me to set you two up? I'm sure he wouldn't mind. He can already tolerate you and has complimented your strength-" Your eyes widen.
"What has he said?" You lean in, excited. Bulma smirks knowingly.
"Maybe this planet isn't doomed after all." She puts on her best Vegeta impression, which makes you giggle.
You spend the rest of the night chatting and getting drunk with Bulma, by the time you both head to bed, its almost 3 am. You stumble through the halls, bumping into different doors. You open your bedroom door, and walk to your bed. When you collapse, your eyes are closed and notice that your bed is warm... and hard?
"Woman! Is there a reason you're in my bedroom? It's 3 AM, some of us train around here." You snuggle deeper into the mass.
"S-ry 'Geta. M'drunk." You slur out, with zero environmental awareness.
"GO IN YOUR OWN ROOM!" He whisper yells, trying to push you off. You whine, cuddling your face into his neck and inhaling. He instantly freezes up, and you feel heat pool up his neck towards his face. Eyes still closed, you smile softly.
"Mmm... smell good." You lay your face directly on his pulse point, blissfully unaware of the speedy pitter-patter of the Saiyan's heart.
"Woman-" He whisper-yells. "Please get out of my room." His voice is pleading, and your mind seems to begin feeling guilt.
"Can't. Can't walk. 'M too drnk." You whisper into his neck sadly, sniffling as tears spring to your eyes. Your body was vulnerable, especially so under the effects of alcohol, and Vegeta feels concerned. On the one hand, he is uncomfortable with physical touch, but on the other, the way your breath hits his pulse point has brought his Saiyan instincts out, and he does not want to take advantage of one of the only women in his life who finds him tolerable- semi tolerable? he thinks to himself. He sighs.
"Lemme carry you then." You hum.
"Thank you, Princey." You leave a small peck on his neck. Insignificant to you, probably, but meant too much to Vegeta. From his limited understanding of Earthlings and their tolerance to alcohol, it lowered inhibitions, but also could bring out instincts. Do you trust him? That question unloads a can of worms in Vegeta's head, as he lifts you in a bridal carry and walks towards your room, which is a short walk from his door. Despite this, it feels like centuries. He watches your face as you slowly fall asleep to the rocking of his movement as he carries you.
What if you DID trust him? Vegeta knows he is not a good man, perfectly shown through his relationship with Bulma, or lack of. He couldn't keep a woman, who, he would never admit, helped him through a lot and even gave him a son. A son he hasn't even taken care of much! Vegeta's brow furrows and he stops walking in the middle of the hallway, which stirs you from your light slumber.
"'Geta?" You ask him confused, still drunk. He looks into your eyes, and can't help but admire their colour.
"Almost there-" He whispers softly. You gaze at his face, before reaching a hand to his forehead. The soft touch to his face makes his eyes widen.
"You should smile more. You're handsome when you do." You whisper, before your hand falls from his forehead, and lingers on his cheek, holding him softly. Vegeta's brow unfurrows, as he watches you. He then walks you to your room, and prepares to leave you at the door.
"Tha-nk y-ouuu 'Geta." He helps you out of his arms so you could land on your legs, though you did so a little unstable. You kiss his cheek quickly, and giggle before opening and closing the door behind you. Vegeta is stunned in place, holding the cheek you kissed as a raging blush flushes his entire body.
"Ugh, my head." You groan as you walk into the kitchen, where Vegeta and Bulma are bickering.
"Yeah I'm in pain too. Wish I could use a Senzu bean-" Bulma jokes, but Vegeta cuts her off.
"What a stupid use of a Senzu bean. You'd be wasting it to get through something ridiculous." He bites at her, and she rolls her eyes.
"Normally, I'd fight you, but I'm in too much pain and care too little about your opinion." You wince, and can tell those words hurt Vegeta a little, no matter how much he hides it.
"Woah Bulma, 'ts a little much. Let's all just have coffee, breakfast, and then we'll all feel better." You speak up as you walk past Vegeta, brushing his shoulder with your hand as a sign of respect, and defense. Vegeta looks at you with an eyebrow raised, and you raise one side of your lip slightly, smirking at him. You loved Bulma, but sometimes she says things she regrets, especially when hungover. She groans.
"Coffee sounds great." You giggle, as you make coffee for you three. You pass everyone a mug, and take a sip and sigh into the warm mug.
"I'll make us breakfast. What do you want, Vegeta?" You ask, looking at him over the rim of the mug. Bulma raises a brow.
"Why are you asking him?" You hum looking at her.
"Cause he's gonna be eating the most portions. I'm already making eggs and bacon, but he'll probably want something else, right 'Geta?" Your eyes switch from Bulma to Vegeta, and you can see the tips of his ears blushing, before he crosses his arms and turns to look away from you.
"Tch. Make me three steaks on the side, woman!" You roll your eyes at Bulma, who chuckles.
"All right, your highness. I'll make them rare and also feed them to you?" He smirks at that.
"Finally, someone who can understand the worth of a Prince-" Bulma rolls her eyes.
"Being the prince of 3 people is like calling me the queen of nothing." Vegeta's head snaps to her, and he growls.
"What a fitting title for someone who brings nothing to my life-" Bulma's eyebrows raise, and so do yours.
"Okay Vegeta, let's calm down~" You hold his shoulder, and rub it, eyes widening as you can see his hair flicker between blonde and brunette quickly.
"Tch. She's insufferable!" He cries out, effectively calming himself down.
"You're BOTH insufferable, actually. Both of you need to fucking relax." You tried not to swear often, but they were annoying you. Both of them shut up, eyes wide.
"I'm gonna finish cooking, we are going to eat calmly and quietly, and then I can go train for a bit before I-" You're taking the bacon out of the oven when your phone rings, and Vegeta grabs it for you.
"Who's calling?" You ask him as you grab the device from his thick hand.
"Tinder James? What kind of a first name is Tinder?" Vegeta raises a brow and you cough, eyes wide.
"He's calling you back?! PUT HIM ON SPEAKER." Bulma shouts, excited. You roll your eyes, but answer and put him on speaker while you cook.
"(Y/N) here." You respond.
"Hey sweetheart. Sorry I had to cut our date short yesterday, you know how it is haha-" You roll your eyes as Bulma mimics the movement of vomiting. Vegeta stays silent, watching your face. You had a date yesterday? He's upset at this information, but would never tell you that.
"Its fine-" You start to respond. "I mean, if you wanna continue the date tonight I'm game." He cuts you off.
"Continue... our date?" You ask confused.
"Yeah? I didn't hit so I thought you'd want me to hit it-" Both you and Bulma actually guffaw at that.
"Something funny?" He asks confused.
"Listen here, sweetheart-" You start sarcastically "You weren't gonna hit. You spent the whole date checking your phone and texting. I'm not stupid and I'm not someone who you can push around. We aren't gonna fuck, so stick your dick elsewhere. Oh! And delete my number." You hang up before blocking the number, turning to grin at Bulma. She laughs and high-fives you after you turn off the stove-top, eggs ready. You pile the eggs and bacon onto plates and get going on the steaks while handing the plates of food to Bulma and Vegeta. They start eating, and by the time you finish the steaks, Vegeta has finished his portions.
"Here you go." You hand the pile of steaks to him, and eat your meal. He doesn't touch his food, and looks at you expectantly. He harrumphs to get your attention.
"Yes?" He raises a brow.
"Why aren't you feeding me?" You laugh in his face. You pick up a piece of bacon from your plate before shoving it in his mouth. He choke on it, eyes wide looking at you.
"Eat your damn steaks." You tell him as you shovel eggs into your mouth and wink at him. Bulma laughs at him, as she picks up the empty plates and puts them in the dishwasher. Vegeta stays quiet and starts to eat his steaks, but you can see that his hairline is flickering blonde, but he wears a small smirk on his face.
The next couple days you don't see Vegeta at all. Normally, it wouldn't affect you, but you felt... saddened by the lack of his presence.
You are walking past the Gravity Chamber when you hear a massive explosion, and shouting. You sprint towards the Chamber, worried.
"Stupid Earthlings and their stupid creations!" You smirk at the angry Saiyan, who is hugging a robot, his hair a dark blue.
"Cute look, Vegeta. Is she your new girlfriend?" You tease, smirking at him. He turns to looks at you, and the tips of his ears turn pink.
"Woman! How dare you joke about the Saiyan Prince and his taste in women?" He grumbles loudly, walking closer to you. His hair goes back to brunette, and you can't help but admire his handsome looks.
"It's okay Vegeta. I won't tell Bulma~" You say in a sing-song voice, winking at him. He drops the robot before crushing it with his feet. You raise an eyebrow and smirk at him.
"These ridiculous jokes must end! Where is the respect for royalty? An understanding of- of greatness?" He asks you, getting closer. You look up at him, and bite your lip.
"I apologize for my humour, my prince-" You tell him, as you curtesy. "I'll make sure to only sing my praises of your existence, your majesty." The tips of his ears are deepening into a dark blush, and his cheeks are also discolouring.
"That's more like it, woman! Though, Saiyans always greeted me on one knee-" you cut him off, grinning.
"You want to see me on my knees? Dirty prince." His whole face turns red, and you can feel his Ki rise significantly.
"Y-you vile woman! Such tactless behaviour- such a dishonourable sneak attack!" He stutters angrily, his eyes becoming a beautiful teal and his hair a vibrant blonde, once again. You giggle before rubbing his chest to calm him down.
"I'm only kidding 'Geets-" he grumbles looking away from you, face still flushed. He snaps out of Super Saiyan, and his blush lowers significantly. "Hey, wait a minute! Why don't we train together?" His head snaps back at you, intrigued.
"Why should I train with you?" He asks unkindly. You roll your eyes at his attitude.
"Well, for starters, your little playroom is broken-" his eyebrows furrow and he is reminded of his loss. "Secondly, I've had the worst training block in my life. I can't do anything right and having someone like you train with me will surely help!" He ponders this for a moment.
"Fine. But only because, as you put it, "my playroom is broken"." You smile at him, and grab his wrist to drag him to an open field far away from Bulma's ire.
"Tch. We could've flown here." He crosses his arms, raising a brow.
"Yeah, but sometimes walking through nature helps clear the mind, and prepares me for a battle." You say, as you roll your shoulder and stretch your body.
"C'mon Vegeta, I know you've said that I am a competent fighter-" Vegeta cuts you off angrily.
"Does that putrid woman share all my secrets?!" He goes back into Super Saiyan, getting into fighting position. You giggle as you also stance up.
"She's being harmless, 'Geta." He comes towards you first, fist almost breaking through your block.
"Jesus Vegeta. You need to slow down so the rest of us can catch up!" You huff out, faces close together. You blush as your eyes wander to his lips.
"I will never "slow down" so that a mere Earthling can catch up to the Prince of all Saiyans-" You punch his gut as he speaks, and he barely reacts to it, eyes widening. You aim a kick to his ribs, but he quickly grabs your calf, and spins you. You use your other foot to kick his sternum, and fly up in the air. You dodge and hit eachother, nothing that would really need a Senzu. Then you decide to up the stakes.
"I've been practicing this technique- CATASTROPHIC CANON-" [note: idk man im trying] A massive ball of red-hued Ki shoots towards Vegeta. In his mind, the move sounded idiotic, so surely he could handle its power. The ball then splits into three and hits him from all angles. He's never seen a move that did that! He was impressed, but it could be stronger.
"That was cute, woman! Let me show you a real show stopper- GALICK GUN!" You tried to dodge, but it was too late. Like a meteor, you crash into the ground under you, creating a crater around your body. Vegeta's eyes widen as he flies towards you, worried.
"Woman!" When you don't answer, he walks closer, concerned.
"Woman?-" Your eyes were closed, but your chest was still moving. "Y/N?" He's right next to you now. You grab his ankle, and flip him so you land on top of him. You sit on his lap, and hold his arms up over his head, panting loudly. Blood is dripping down a gash from your forehead, and he can't help but find you to be the most beautiful being he's ever seen.
"I-" You inhale. "Win-" exhale, looking deep into his eyes. He tries to break out of your hold, but you grip his wrists tightly, and he flinches.
"That was dirty!" Vegeta protests, blushing. You get closer to him, your breathes mingling.
"I'll make sure to play nicely next time, Prince Vegeta-" His lips catch yours in ah instant. Your lips mold to his perfectly, and the small moan you let out is not unnoticed by the Saiyan. Your grip on his wrists loosened, and he takes advantage of your vulnerability to flip you under him. Your thighs wrap around his small waist, and you pull him closer to you, grinding up to him.
Your open your mouth and you begin another battle. His tongue and yours lash against eachother, and you further explore his mouth, tracing your tongue over his teeth. Your tongue caresses over his canines, which were sharper because of his Alien heritage. You puncture yourself on them, and he moans out when a drop of your blood lands on his tongue. You pull away to look him, eyes wide.
"Please-p-please Vegeta." You whimper. He looks at you, panting slowly.
"Call me by my real title, sweetheart." You moan, pushing forward to kiss his neck. You lick up and down his pulse point. He moans into your hair, and you feel a rush of slick leave your body. He sniffs the air around you before groaning.
"I can smell you sweetheart-" You whimper into him, before licking up to the shell of his ear.
"Please Prince Vegeta. Please touch me." He pulls you up off the ground, still grinding into you softly.
"As you wish, princess-" He shoots off the ground, flying quickly back to Capsule Corp to continue what you had both started. As he flies through the skies, you continue to lick and kiss his neck, before biting down on junction between his neck and shoulder. He growls in your ear before pulling away to look into your eyes.
"Do that one more time and I'll make sure you can't ever walk again." His focus goes from one eye to the other, and you can't help the surge of need that flows through you from his attentiveness.
"That better be a promise, my prince-" Before you could end your sentence, he's already landed on his balcony, and has slammed the door open with his foot. He kicks the door shut behind him and lays you on the bed. He watches you for a moment, as you wriggle to lean on your elbows and look up at him.
"Why are you staring at me?" You ask curiously, a blush forming on the apples of your cheeks. He bites the fingertip of one of his gloves, pulling it off, before mirroring the action for his other hand.
"You remind me of the women from my planet-" You roll your eyes at him.
"Usually during sex, you don't tell the person you're about to sleep with they remind you of someone else." He barks a laugh at that, trailing his hands near your ankles, pulling off your shoes and working his way up your legs, caressing the muscles there.
"You're strong- physically and mentally. You're talented in many trades, multi-faceted. Powerful-" he begins to kiss his way up your torso, his warmth bleeding through your clothing. "Intelligent. Beautiful. Alluring. You have an air around you-" He cuts himself off then, having kissed his way up to your face and stopping.
"You possess much more than any of the women of this planet. You call to me in ways the people of my planet never did. You're much more than the sum of all these things together. I've always thought this." He murmurs as he looks into your eyes. He sees your eyes shine before you speak up.
"I've always admired your strength-" You begin to say as you caress his arms, before pulling his calloused hands towards your lips and kissing each fingertip, each scratch and mark that makes him, Vegeta. "You're much more than your physical prowess Vegeta. You're mental fortitude, after everything you've been through- continue to go through-" You exhale loudly. You hold his face in your hands.
"You are the ultimate warrior. You always compare yourself to Goku but in my eyes you will always be more than he is." You thought you saw his eyes water, but he burrows his face into your neck before taking a deep breathe.
"Princess, I need you. I've wanted to conquer this body like the thousands of planets I've conquered in the name of the Saiyan Army. I want to watch you quiver underneath me as I take everything you have to offer- and much more." He growls out, showing his teeth. You whimper, once again getting wet at his words. He plays you like an instrument- and he's the maestro. You quickly pull off your clothing until you are naked under him. He admires your body quietly, before looking into your eyes.
"Fuck me Vegeta. Breed me like I'm yours." He bites his lip looking at you.
"You already are mine. I'll make sure to mold your body to mine, woman-" You bite down on his neck, as a form of chastising him.
"Don't call me woman-" You warn him softly. He groans in your ear and his hands roam your curves. His fingers find the peaks of each breast, twisting and rubbing with the pads of his fingers. Your hands wander across the planes of his body that are still covered by his blue training gear.
"What should I call you, Y/N?" He asks you softly, before taking your right nipple in his mouth.
"F-Fuck Vegeta. Please call me yours, call m-me princess~" He groans at your words, his arousal showing through his clothes. "Show everyone who I belong to-" You never felt so dirty in your life; pleading for a man to call you his, never in your life could you imagine the submissive turn this took. You want to take control back, so you flip yourself back on top. He looks up at you, biting his lip.
"Such a good princess for me. Pleasing your Prince like a good girl~" You growl at that, grinding down hard into the clear outline of his heavy cock. You begin to tug on the collar of his training gear.
"I'm gonna rip this off of you and ride you. I wanna be a good girl for my Prince." He smirks at that, before his eyes widen at the ripping sound his gear makes. You pull the tattered fabric off his body, nails lightly scraping the surface of his skin.
"So handsome, and strong. Perfect for protecting me~" You whisper in a sing sing voice, before kissing down his body. You start from his lips and work your way down. You can tell your bites and hickeys are already mostly healed, so you leave a couple more before kissing his pecs and lavishing his nipples in attention. He covers his mouth to muffle a moan, as he squeezes his eyes shut.
"Don't shy away from me now Vegeta. Let me hear you." You tell him, pulling his arm away. He pants at you, eyes wide.
"T-these damn sneak attacks!" You grin at his words.
"I'll show you a sneak attack-" You begin the sentence, before gripping his cock in your hand. Its girth is unimaginable, your hand barely closing around it. His length is above average, and you could already tell you would spend many days worshiping his cock if you could.
You slowly thrust your fist up and down his length, watching how his cock pulsed under your hand. You could tell there was something peculiar about it, like the small ridges near the head and the particularly thick vein on the underside. Your other hand goes to his balls, which seemed to have already been straining for attention.
He whimpers as you touch him, but swears as soon as your tongue touches his slit.
"Fuck~ just like that princess-" You moan around his cock, taking the head into your mouth and giving it small sucks and kitten licks.
"Such a good little Earth whore for her Saiyan Prince- f-fuck. Can't wait to fill you with my royal seed." You didn't realize Vegeta was so vocal during sex. You pull your mouth off him and sit on your haunches, slowly stroking your up and down his cock.
"W-why'd you stop?" He asks angrily, hair flicking to blonde for a moment. You hover over his body, before grinning.
"Let's put that mouth to good use-" You sit on his face looking down at him. You hear him inhale through his nose deeply, before he looks up at you, lust prominent in his eyes. You bite your lip before tugging on his hair, and in a moment his fingers latch onto your thighs, and his tongue takes a wide lick up your slit. You look into his eyes to see him staring at your face. His tongue continues to take wide licks, before it enters inside your pussy. He licks up the juice that leaks out of you, groaning under you. You moan out his name as he does so, and hear him muttering under you.
"Taste so good for your Prince. Such a good girl-" You moan out loud, before you have to use your left hand to hold yourself up. You stretch your right arm behind you, and grip his cock, before giving him a sloppy handjob. He grunts under you, before unhooking his left hand from your thighs and spreading you open. You caterwaul when his tongue finds your clit, swirling and giving it attention while he lets his thick middle finger stretch you out by entering in and out of you slowly.
"F-Fuck Vegeta." You knew you were being too loud, and were worried about an audience outside the door.
"That's right princess. Tell everyone who this pussy belongs too." The slurping noise he makes is whorish, and your mind instantly clears of all thought.
"Fuck-fuck-FUCK!" You begin to grind on his face, slick leaving you in waves.
"That's right Y/N. Tell me what you want-" He enters a second finger inside of you, the stretch delicious.
"Want to cum- need to cum so badly Vegeta! Please please please-" You beg him, your hand and body moving in tandem with one another.
"Gonna make this pretty pussy cum all over my tongue-" He mutters, grinning. You look down and see the predatory look in his eyes.
"Please Daddy- please let me cum~" You're just blabbing random words, brain short circuiting at the intense pleasure between the apex of your thighs.
"Daddy?" He grunts at that.
"Want me to be your daddy?" You don't answer him right away, but he gets a response out of you when he takes his mouth away from your pussy and bites down on the side of your thigh, canines breaking skin. You groan in pain, the pleasure being elevated by his roughness.
"Answer me princess." He demands, fingers still entering and exiting your body languidly.
"Y-yes Vegeta. Be my Daddy, my Prince. F-fuck. Just let me cum!" You beg him, tears in your eyes at the edging Vegeta put you through.
"What a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy-" His lips latch onto your little pearl, sucking and licking, with his canines bumping into the sensitive bundle of nerves. The attention serves to be too much, and your sight goes white. You cum on his face, but more than that you squirt a little. He continues to suck on your pussy, the twitching and wailing from the body above him not stopping his actions.
He licks up your mess, enjoying that all his senses are surrounded by you. When your body goes lax he releases you, laying you under him to continue his caressing and kissing on your body. He pays particular attention to the junction of your neck, where he leaves a deep bite. The bite snaps you out of your euphoric ride, eyes widened at the sudden pain. You must've made too much noise, because Vegeta covers your mouth with his hand, as he licks up the mark. You can already feel the skin begin to mend itself, as his Saiyan saliva speeds the healing process. His hand releases your mouth when you're no longer whimpering in pain.
"Now everyone will know who you belong to-" He grunts at you, his hands caressing your torso and the undersides of your breasts. You look into his eyes, panting at his attention.
"Fuck me." You tell him, touching him on his forearm. He grins at you, sharp canines stained with your blood.
"Excuse me?" He asks you, acting galled at your words. Without answering him, you push him to sit on his haunches between your thighs. As you do so, his eyes wander your body, his tongue reaching out between the seam of his lips to lick them. Your hand trails down your body, and as you begin to pant with need, you spread your pussy open, and his eyes widen at the sight of your slick leaking out.
"Fuck me, Saiyan." Your voice was authoritative, and without warning, Vegeta growls and pulls your thighs closer to him.
"With pleasure, princess." He pushes your legs all the way down, your knees bumping into your shoulders. You grab your legs by the backs of your knees, and he takes his cock in his hand and strokes your pussy. When his tip would bump into your clit you'd moan loudly and he'd chuckle at you, breathless.
"Look at you; your crumbling resolve left you cock hungry for the Prince of all Saiyans." He begins to push himself into you, the stretch of his cock nothing like the stretch from his fingers. You find yourself flinching at the intrusion, and Vegeta notices. He pushes himself all the way in slowly, before putting you both into a mating press. Your nipples were sensitive dragging against his chest. He looks into your eyes and whispers.
"You're doing great, sweetheart. Such a good princess for daddy-" His hand snakes between your bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he begins to move. The minor pain from the girth of him begins to ebb away, and pleasure begins to take its place.
"F-fuck Vegeta. So b-big." He chuckles, before groaning.
"Princess. You're so fucking tight. Gonna fuck this pussy good. 'N make you squirt again." He mumbles out, words slurred by the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. You whimper at his words, beginning to grind into his cock as he moves.
"H-harder Daddy. Fuck me good. P-Please-" You beg, almost weeping with tears running down your cheeks. . He wipes your tears before using both hands to brace himself onto the bed.
"Anything for you." He says passionately. It struck a cord in you, the sincerity of his words making you gaze at him with love. The intensity of your coupling is one you've never experienced, and your body and soul feel overstimulated by everything Vegeta. His thrusts are strong, and your legs slip out of your hold as you grip the bedsheets under you, needing something to ground yourself.
Your legs wrap around his hips, and the heel of your foot bumps into the patch of fur at the small of his waist where his tail used to be. He moans out, his voice loud. You notice him blushing as he looks into your eyes. His thrusts go harder, and he grabs both your hands to lock his fingers with yours.
"Just like that princess- fuck." He grunts. You reach up to lock your lips together. Your bodies have become one at this point, with a feeling of oneness you had never felt in your life. You begin to purposefully rub the heel of your foot into the patch of fur, as you near your release. After a couple strokes of your foot, he shouts into your mouth, cumming into your pussy.
The twitching of his cock triggers your release, and you cum around his cock. You stay together for a moment, tongues languidly rubbing against eachother. He pulls away softly, panting. He begins to pull himself up, to watch where you are both connected. He groans again.
"Look at you princess. Creamed around my cock. Such a messy girl-" Your pussy twitches and he bites his lip. His eyes flicker teal for a moment.
"Don't tempt me to ravage you again, (Y/N)." You grin at him, acting coy.
"Sorry my Prince." He smiles softly at you, pushing hair away from your face. He then pulls out, and you whimper at the feeling of cum leaking out of you. He pushes his fingers into you, scooping up his seed and filling you back up.
"None of my seed should go to waste. You're the perfect mate." He growls possessively.
"Is that so?" You ask him. He nods. After a couple minutes of silence, he pulls his fingers out slowly, and you moan softly. He chuckles at the sound, before going into his bathroom. He closes the door for two minutes. You sigh, turning yourself so your laying on your side, leaning your head on your hand. You watch the door, eyebrows jumping when you hear a bang and a muffled "shit" through the door. Not a moment later, Vegeta leaves the bathroom with boxers on and a damp hand towel in his grip. He comes towards you, and slowly pulls you into his lap.
"What's all this?" You ask him softly, voice hardly louder than a whisper.
"After a Saiyan mating bite, the male is supposed to take care of the female. I'm going to clean you up and take care of you." His voice has mellowed out, with a softness which you haven't ever heard from Vegeta.
"Mating bite?" You ask curiously. Vegeta slowly wipes your neck, before moving to the apex of your thighs, cleaning your combines releases from you.
"Saiyans don't normally mate for life, but when we do we bite each other. Some scars, like mating bites, don't heal and we use them as markers of possession. Its to make sure female Saiyans don't get taken advantage of. It also helps mix our scents." You hum softly, eyes fluttering closed at his gentle strokes on your weak body.
"So I am yours?" You ask gently. He hums, before his other hand goes to stroke your hair.
"For life." Your eyes widen as you look at him. He looks nervously at your face. You pout and huff angrily. He flinches at your anger, and before he could apologize you cut him off.
"Well that's not fair. How am I supposed to mark you back?" His eyes widen.
"You're.. not upset at me?" You smile up at him, taking his cheek in your hand and rubbing it with your thumb.
"Out of all the people on this planet I'm the only one who can handle you most of the time. If that isn't an admission of love I really can't think of one-" You get pulled into a hug, and you hear him sigh sadly. You rub his back up and down.
"Listen Vegeta, I meant those words I said before. I really do admire you, and I do want to stick by your side. I mean, a warning would have been nice-" You say jokingly. He huffs a laugh. "But I really love being with you." You pull him away from you, and you see a small tear in his eye. You pull him forward and kiss his forehead.
"But never call me woman again!" You tell him warningly. He laughs out loud at that, and smiles widely.
"Alright, princess." You both lay back down, cuddling and spending the rest of your day in bed, ignoring the outside world.
END
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BONUS:
"Vegeta isn't answering his phone-" Goku says worryingly to Bulma, who he bumped into while looking for the missing Saiyan.
"Yeah, he was busy." Bulma answers, before a full body shiver goes through her. Goku looks at her worried.
"Are you sick Bulma? And Vegeta knows we are training today-" Bulma snaps her fingers in his face.
"Goku, he's with (Y/N)." Goku looks at her confused.
"Are they training?" He asks innocently.
"Horizontally." Bulma says chuckling, before walking away. Goku looks down and thinks.
"Is that a better way to train?" He asks himself.
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Kratos would still be able to kill a titan even after you railed him
ABSOLUTELY
NSFW UNDER THE CUT, FEM-ALIGNED/MDNI.
he doesn't give a damn about who hears the sounds of his voice carrying past the doors of his bedroom or anywhere he deems fit, kratos is letting everyone know who you belong to. having you eat him out before those dull meetings with the other gods, occasional praise of how good you're being for him because to you-- your king's word was law. licking up his cunt as it drips slick sweeter than the finest ambrosia, it's hard not to want to suck at that sensitive clit of his.
or when kratos comes home after weeks of leading his troops, high off of the thrill of blood and the sheer adrenaline of battle— you have little chance against him. he rides you like there's no tomorrow, there really is no chance of you leaving without having properly satiated your god. kratos is insatiable during these moment, pleasure and pain running through his veins like one of dionysus' most addicting herbs.
he allows you to bully your cock onto his needy cervix, leaving you bruised and bitten with his rough touch with each desperate thrust into his throbbing cunt. kratos will let you cum, but don't expect a break until he deems fit. he's a cruel, sadistic god, watching with glee as you cum in him again for the nth time tonight. he took pleasure and seeing how overstimulated you got.
but of course, kratos has a job to do, things to kill. he leaves your sleeping form with a brief kiss to your lips before he cleans himself up and leaves to slaughter those who have wronged him once more.
then he comes home, covered in blood and that insatiable lust in his eyes— this cycle starts all over again.
#achilles' scripts 🌟#he is too fine... aphrodite lucky as hell to have been able to see that pussy#nonnie !!#top male reader#dom male reader#dom reader#top reader#male reader#x male reader smut#x male reader#kratos x male reader#kratos x reader#dom kratos#sub reader#kratos
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pick one pick fav.
heimdall x reader, & kratos x reader
× explanation: so, today (or tomorrow I don't know when I published this) is my birthday and I wanted to make a little and special thing for it. I created this little game in which anons picked characters and an option from three (headcanon, icon/wallpaper, and imagine) for me to write or edit and three of them were about god of war characters; heimdall and kratos. so, here we are! please enjoy!
|| heimdall
warning!: mature content. do not read if you are a minor! touching, pet names, sub!heimdall vibes, heimdall being a lapdog, bossy!reader, explicit language.
note: I saw an art of heimdall, him having a necklace that has lapdog name on it, and I imagined how a goddess would have that necklace. so that art is my inspiration for this image. thanks to its owner! and why the air become so hotter - oh, right - because of this imagination ^^
imagine...
• odin wants you to give him a protection from dangers such as specific figures like freya, and mimir. you, as a powerful goddess, decided not to help him because of thinking his motives weren't enough to make you give him a special protection. however, this deal changed when he saw how your eyes traveled the asgard's one of the biggest garden but stopped where heimdall stood. he was sitting on a beast with his one leg hanging out from one side and other one resting on the beast, giving a cocky posture even from this distant. he was making some jokes about how einherjars couldn't fight good, telling them how they weren't ready to get odin's bless, gaining power of bifrost. odin saw how you studied his right hand man, son. you were liking heimdall. odin was a wise god and from the shiny starts in your eyes, he could tell how you wanted to give heimdall a good punishment. odin could give you warning about it, not allowing you to think like this about his son, right hand man but he didn't. instead, he gave you a smile, saying he can give you heimdall as company for a month if you accept the deal.
• you firstly try to look like you had no idea about it at all but itching to give this cocky son of odin makes you to accept his offer after a long time of pause, thinking it's consequences; taking heimdall will give you just pure satisfaction, nothing else. but this one was an enough to take the offer. so, you said yes eventually, going back to your realm and castle with your all glory, waiting odin to send heimdall.
• the moment he visited the realm, you could see that he wasn't happy, not in slightest. he was so mad, he was feeling so humiliated. being lapdog of odin made him to do every order he give. this one might be the most humiliated one he got, being your own toy to play. you had no bad intentions, well, not that much. you just wanted to know his place, not looking others from above.
• as he made his way to your personal study room, still looking so angry, he said, "who do you think you are sunshine? and what made you think I will be your toy for a month? I am heimdall, I am the protector of -", not letting him finish his sentence you say, "and when did I give you permission to speak, heimdall?".
• and this was the start of your relationship with him; him being cocky and angry because of your attitude to him, and you enjoying every time you are with him.
• in the beginning, you two didn't get along at all. he was feeling so humiliated to being your now right hand man because even if he was like your right hand man, you wanted him to do a little thing. instead giving him jobs, you just had spent time with him, looking at his eyes, making him to feel hot (yes, this couldn't escape from the sight of you. how it could? his pink cheeks were there, looking so cute). also, with time, he has began to feel more secure around you, like he was enjoying this whole thing too. he wasn't giving opposite statements to your wishes. he began to listen you more and more with time.
• wishes, you wanted him to do, were simple. sometimes your wish was taking a massage, making him touch your body. he felt so shy firstly, then, he began to do that with his own wanting. sometimes you just wanted him to tell stories about other realms, the things he saw, the things he heard. you listened all of them with intense love because you enjoyed hearing his voice.
• apart from his cocky behavior, he was really a broken soul. the first time you asked him to open up his memories to you, telling what he likes or dislikes, what a person he really is, he looked like you were an enemy, taking advantage of his memories to attack odin or him. however, he knew it wasn't right, he could see your intentions. then, with using his brain as you recommended again and again, he realized you just wanted his company.
• yes, in the first place your all purpose of wanting him was to show how arrogant and annoying he was. you wanted to show him how someone powerful than him could make him a lapdog, someone who would make him feel humiliated the way how he did for others. and yes, you did those well. every day, and every night, you joked about his disability in fighting, thinking and acting. you showed him how he needed a well training for both his strength and personality.
• in the end, this whole thing turned out to be something he enjoyed too. he began to train. he really began to train; firstly, with a hidden way, not wanting you to feel proud of your jokes. then, he began to train with you. every time you trained, there was something intense about it. the fight was normal, just a training but the feelings were odd. you both began to feel intensity again and again. and in the last training, the one you two stayed in a special training room all alone with some swords and other supplies, you sat down on his abdomen, him being on the ground, a sword's surface right on his neck from left to right, alerting him to hold your hand on the sword to prevent it to cut his flesh. on the other hand, you just looked at him.
• you looked at him for a really long time and he began to wonder what you were thinking. and then, when he looked into your eyes, reaching your soul from there, he saw it. he saw what you wanted to do to him and - and he liked it. he wanted it. he wanted you to make him those things, without questioning anything at all because his body already began to act on its own.
• the moment he moved his hips, you felt his hardened cock on your clothed core, making you begin to taking rapid breaths, feeling so shocked, you said, "what are you doing?"
• he smirked, looking a little shy but confident at the same time. his purple eyes were moving too fast to make you feel dizzy. "isn't this what you want sunshine?"
• as you realized what he was talking about, it was your turn to smirk, "indeed, it is. but is it what you want, sunshine?" mocking him made his cock twitch. he hesitated for a second but then, he just nodded in agreement.
• after that, remaining time you had with heimdall began to flow so fast. it wasn't just joking with him around. he was taking a special place in your heart, soul and body. especially, body. because of being a powerful goddess, you wanted him to beg you. and indeed, he did. in so many nights he was nearly begging to you, wanting you to allow him to eat you, filling you, and fucking you. he wasn't submissive at all, to his statement, he was just feeling so hot when you were in charge to allow him things he wanted to do to you.
• with a great passion, you allowed him to do them but sometimes you just played with him, saying, "tell me heimdall, do you deserve it?" touching his delicate face, playing with his hair while he was kneeling in front of you with shining purple eyes, ready to eat your pussy, making you come to his face and mouth, licking every bit of it, you looked wonderful to him. he would nod every time, saying you how he would eat you so good that you would see starts. and every time, he made those promises come true.
• he was touching every part of your body within your soul. he was being humiliated still, but this time, you were allowing him to enter your bed. and he was feeling so good about the whole situation. he didn't know how you made him feel these things but he didn't complain. he just waited there, for your answer, for you letting him.
• other people from realm didn't know anything about your relationship with heimdall, not even all father. it was a secret, everything you did was a secret for you to hold for an eternity.
• heimdall, he was the only one who was giving you so much pleasure in or out bed. especially in bed. he was skilled, he was good a reading you, and with his mind reading ability, he could see what you wanted him to do.
• placing his head between your thighs, eating your pussy, looking at you with his purple eyes to see how you enjoyed it, enjoyed his tongue and fingers. he loved how you held his hair, pulling it, telling him how a good and pretty boy he is. he loved every bit of it. then, he would drink juice, enjoying tasting you. he then would begin to beg you to enter, to fill that pussy of your, looking all wet because of only him. he would look above, your naught and bossy face, saying "please, let me."
• holding his necklace that you gave, pulling his face closer to yours, you would tell him to do better than this. asking him if he deserved it or not. he would begin to give reasons to you how you would feel so satisfied after you let him to go further.
• the moment you let him, he would really do things as he promised, fucking you against a wall, a bed or a table. listening every voice you made, doing every order your gave him to do, and finally when he is close, finding pure lust because of you. you would give him permission to cum inside you after his cries, "please - y/n," he would say, "let me. let me fill you!"
• you would caress his face, smiling, "then cum my pretty boy, fill me up."
• and with a moan, he would come.
• these intimacy moments were coming to an end, making you have these moments as much as possible, not wanting to waste any time.
• and then, the day he had to go back came. actually, you were feeling sad but happy at the same time. he was going back, yes, but from his eyes, you could see how he would come back to this realm, to you.
• so, you gave him a smile, kissing his lips for a moment. then, you held his necklace which was only visible to your eyes, pulling him closer, kneeling to his ears, "don't worry my pretty boy." you said in a low tone, only him to hear, "you will be on your knees again, begging to eat me."
• you could see how he wanted to stay but in the end, he left, looking back to you 'till disappearing from your sight. he only left you to come back again. and when he came back, you gave him a new necklace which had 'my pretty boy' name on it.
|| kratos [1]
warnings!: fluff, lots of fluff. Between gow: 4 and ragnarok.
note: he needs so much love.
imagine...
· you are the only one who can calm down kratos.
· kratos, famous god of war, can get angry or mad so easily. everything can irritate him. especially his son, atreus. mimir, also, make him annoyed because of his silly jokes.
· being beloved lover of him, you are the one responsible for calming this huge masculine god in order to help mimir and atreus escape from his rage, and helping kratos to feel secure.
· he normally doesn’t show his anger that much. he doesn’t go to your place, wants you to take care of him. Instead telling you he is angry or mad, he just go hunting. and when he does that, you, the one who trully understand him and share a bond with him, go to where he is hunting, waiting for him to notice you and acknowledge your presence. then, without saying anything, he just nods at you. getting the gesture of nods’ meaning, you walk towards him, finding a clear ground to sit on. then, you wait for him to sit beside you.
· no, he is not a type of showing any need for affection but you knew from the heart that he needs it, he deserves it. he deserves all love and affection. the man has a great pain under his skin and you promised to yourself that you will give him what he deserves.
· after sitting side by side, you begin to touch his strong arm, pointing him your legs in the fetal position for him to put his head on. slowly, he put his head on your not too powerful but not too weak legs, not giving his entire weight on them. he allow you to touch his face, his chest, his arms; whatever you like to touch, to make him feel calmer and better. while touching his skin, gracefully like a drizzle gently coursing through the body, you begin to murmur a traditional tale from your realm; a tale that has a powerful but broken man like kratos. you tell him the story, how the man find true peace and love in the end. you make him close his eyes as you murmur the tale and touching his body from head to abdomen slowly, delicately.
· he then opens his eyes to see your face full with beauty he didn’t see in entire realms (including his past ones). he looks so peaceful, because he really feels peace thanks to your presence. then, finally, he touches your face with a hand with the warmest and safest skin in the world, even though it's full of roughness and cold. he caresses your hair, kisses shoulder, then neck, then every corner of your face, making you question if the man is god of war or love. for you, he is both.
· finally, after your long moment of calming down and finding peace within love in each other’s company, he stand ups, offering his larger hand to you, helping you to stand up too. he wants to walk with you, finding it joyful to discover the realms beside your side. feeling safe and happy to be in his side, you take his offer with pleasure.
· while discovering the realm, he makes sure no danger will come closer to you. he knows how you can keep yourself safe but when he is around, when he is with you, you don’t need to think about it at all. he wants you to think about only him. he likes being your the only one in entire realms even if he will not say it aloud.
· he gives you his back to climb higher points, he gives you fresh food and water, he gives you so many gazes from corner of his eyes or evidently with a great love on them, making you feel the luckiest person of all realms. he gives you his heart and soul. in return, he doesn’t want anything but you – you give him everything. because he deserves all of it.
· as you make your way to home, where atreus and mimir stays, you both feel grateful. you both feel being loved entirely, with pure intentions. and this is why you love being kratos’ calming potion.
|| kratos [2]
warnings!: fluff, angst (a little bit), odin being a manipulator, mortal!reader, protective!kratos
headcanon
• odin, all father, and enemy of kratos, wants to take you from him by using his manipulation techniques. he tries it over and over again, making kratos take an action about it.
• you are a mortal, but because of being weakness spot of kratos in odin’s eyes, you become the target of his plan. however, you are not kratos’ weakness at all, you are his strength. he trusts you. he gains power thanks to your trust in him too.
• when odin visits you again, expecting you to wash clothes in a lake, he just sees kratos’ himself, standing right in front of you with his huge body, preventing odin to see you at all.
• you don’t mind them, letting kratos having his way to deal with odin. having no intentions betray kratos or make him disappointed, you refuse odin’s heart warming and good deals, not wanting to be part of this whole situation. you just want to protect atreus and kratos even if you has no power because of being a mortal.
• kratos let odin speak first while you wash fruits and vegetables in clean water of the lake to prepare a dinner for kratos, atreus, mimir and yourself.
• “oh, kratos!” odin says, acting like he is happy to see kratos, “how good to see you!”
• kratos just ‘hmm’s like always and you find it cute, trying not to smile to him.
• odin continues, “I just wanted to speak young lady here, as a friend.” he looks at you. you don’t look him back, you just pick food and stand up. saying you will go and prepare dinner to kratos, you leave them alone. Knowing very well that kratos will not want you to hear what he will say to odin, you decide to give him alone moment with odin. while leaving, you look at odin who waits for you to leave as well, wishing it will be the last time seeing his face.
• the moment you leave them, kratos says, “leave her alone.”
• odin looks taken back from it, touching his chest like kratos said something so mean, “no, no, kratos. I have no bad intentions. I am just here to give this young lady a friendly visit as I said before. can she not have a friend other than you?”
• kratos keeps his calm, “you are not a friend of her. I will not repeat myself.”
• “well, you see,” odin tries to say but kratos now increasing anger stops him to speak any further, “I said what I said.”
• kratos then picks up woods he cut for the fire, positioning it on his left shoulder, he begin to leave odin alone, not glancing him once more. he believes he said enough but no, odin doesn’t agree.
• “a mortal?” he asks, “do you really think a god and a mortal can be a – thing?”
• kratos knows him well enough to see how he tries to manipulate him, using your limited time to play with his mind, holding his biggest pain in the light, right in front of his eyes.
• “believing this bond you share will not last will bring you pain kratos.” he says again, walking closer to kratos, while one of the ravens he has lands on his shoulder, “she will die. maybe now, maybe later. but eventually, she will die, on your arms.” he adds, “I can fix that. I can give her an eternal life to spend it with you, kratos.”
• kratos is not angry. he is just feeling a great pain in his chest. he doesn’t want to leave you, he doesn’t want you to leave him. he is selfish yes, but he is in love, that’s all. he knows how odin says the truth. however, he will not give him any satisfaction. he will not accept his offer. he will not take your freedom from you even if he will feel so much pain.
• “then, I will spend my time with her rather than listening your non-sense.”
• after finishing his sentence, he leaves odin. as he makes his way to where you cook dinner, odin disappears by leaving raven’s flapping of wings’ sounds.
• when you see kratos, you don’t ask him what they talked, what odin said to him. you know how he will not tell and you respect that, so, you just let him put the wood a side, then, you hug him with your smaller body. your hands find their places on his neck, standing on tiptoe, you say, “it’s okay.” kissing his cheek, you left his body as his arms leave your waist slowly. you take his hand, “come,” you smile, “I prepared a beautiful dinner for you!”
• yes, one day, you will day. but in the rest of his life, kratos will remember the moments you had together over and over again. you will leave the world but not his soul.
thanks for reading! I hope you liked each of them. I don’t do headcanon or imagines that much but I hope I did well. ^^ thanks for your birthday messages too, you really make me so happy! have a good day and life. ^^
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Hi! Can I please request Kratos asking strong independent reader out? For some reason I see him being shy/nervous and maybe stumbling over his words ☺️.
I am a huge fan of fem Dom/sub male and I know a lot of people might not see Kratos being a sub but I can't help but to since I'm a Dom. 😝💚
Your’s~ Kratos & GN!Reader
NO! THIS ISNT A YEAR LATE. I’m sorry, please don’t yell at me, I’ll cry. @domnamewoman
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“So, what are you saying?” You quirk an eyebrow up, face stoic and expressionless. The giant man stares at you nervously.
“Do you want to get a drink.” He Hums, Voice shaking the trees and the floor beneath you.
“You’re hiding something.”
“I am not.”
“Say what you really wanna to say.”
“I…have said enough.”
“Have you?” You Go back to lifting the heavy rocks up and into a barrel.
“Let me help.” He tries to inch forward.
“No,” you’re quick to stop him, “unless you tell me the truth.”
“I…I like you…go out with me…”
Quirking up a smile, you look at him and tap your lip. “Huh…do you know?”
“Why must you act this way!” He commands, though his face turns pink a bit.
“What a miracle…” you whisper. “Alright then, I’ll go out with you….but on one condition.”
“And That is?”
“You’ll call me ‘Yours’ the entire time we are out, so no one will talk to me.”
“Y-yours?” He seems flabbergasted for a moment.
“Yes, you like me, no?”
“I do…”
“Then I am yours.” The wind picks up your hair a bit as you smile.
“Yours…”
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WIP Tag Game!
Tagged by the amazing @lazuliquetzal, whose fic Lie by Omission is one of the best fics I’ve ever read and even if you know nothing about God of War you should go read it right now.
When I did one of these a million years ago (like eight months ago), I had 22 docs in my WIP folder. I now have 45 😳 which is still a lot even after acknowledging that a couple of months ago, I broke up a couple of my fics into multiple docs so I can write on my phone more easily. You can tell which ones those are because they are the only ones that are organized. I actually have only 31 WIPs and for all of y’all’s sake because a lot of those WIPs are somewhat incomprehensible, I’m going to simplify even further here and only include the fics I’ve really worked on in the last few months. But don’t worry, there’s still a bunch of funny WIP names!
Tagging @aeide and @auroralykos and @zephyrwolf5 and whoever wants to do this!
In order of the fic most recently worked on, and then by sub WIP if applicable 😂:
CoK: Korinth/Naxos, Pylos/Athens, Mykonos/Sparta, Sparta III/Korinth II, Elis/Arkadia/Achaia, Phokis/Boeotia/Sparta II, Alt POVs, Kythera/Krete/Kos, Pre Korinth
Kass x Allie time loop better version 2
Rebirth: Act II, Act III, Epilogue
NaMR Not Posted: zombie cave, Phoibe II - Ron I, Brasidas III - who fucking knows, WEDDING!!!
Electric Boogaloo
DDD
In the Shadow of Zeus
TAKE 3 Kratos and Kassandra bitch about the gods and both have brothers called Deimos clearly there is something there
Modern AU
An Injury to the Living - depressing do not write!
Bacon bits crack outtakes
PJO x ACO - stop making crossovers Michaela ffs
A Flap of an Eagle’s Wings
To Live by Another Name
An Honorable Spartan Woman
The Caged Bird name change???
Golden Eyes, Dark Wings
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10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags
Tagged by @rakimaiirisa ❤️💅✨
1. Fallout 4
Paladin Danse (OBVIOUSLYYYYYY)
2. TES5: Skyrim
Miraak (favorite tentacle-looking mf)
3. Valorant
Harbor (blob blob)
4. Apex Legends
Mirage (bamboozled)
5. Overwatch
Hanzo (nom nom nom)
6. Mortal Kombat
Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang (GRANDMASTER BLUEBERRY ICE)
7. Street Fighter
Rashid (RAAASHIIIIDDDOOOO-)
8. Romance Club
Kamal Rai (I’m so sorry (actually I’m not (Лан, не бейте тапками…)))
9. COD: MW2
König (squishy baby boy)
10. GOW: Ragnarok
Kratos (best daddy (in all senses))
@metalforhands @bosdansefanatic @queen-of-the-danse @that-blue-vault-dweller @returnn-of-the-mac @danse-or-farkas @purrpletartan @danses-with-dogmeat @nataliens
WHO ELSE AAAAAH-
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♚ ╼ ⟨ @altosk ⟩ | spring festitales
for naught was it was, this village of festivals, spring rise. it was a place so foreign, so whimsical as a fairyland brimmed with ethereal panoramas, beryl lagoons, sequoia forests constellated into flower blooming labyrinths. where reeds sway lazily along rustically booth stalls clustered amongst makeshift settlements spatter sporadically throughout fields of celadon. circumjacent to kratos was a mind inundated from such a world transcending and hellish lamentation. aeons bygone and present times held steadfast onto his subconscious alluring observance binding the angelic god-king into a habit appearing chains of repetition. a trauma so hollowed mayhap the despondency began within his adolescence, genesis from knighthood, or a thousand raging embers of the great kharlan war, when he learned that not all could be saved.
alternatively kratos could sway that his beloved had both been his divine rebirth and his niflheim revelation. mayhap it was something else, conceivably it could be as an ill fated brew that was steeped deep within his maw. nonetheless, it was an incessant endeavor that was all too newfangled, too memorable in his psyche. kratos was and would always be full of these regrets. today was just another year on the same day. but instead of standing at her grave to weep, he was kissing the gravitating petals of spring, landing beneath ancient feet.
ambiences of flora and fauna provided glimpses of reprise. this place he did not know from any manner of region, creed, nor nation was of sub consequence. the obstructed snow-smothered mountains that stretched above cumulus, cascading waterfalls like a gaping goliath’s gullet. ❛ here for the festivities or adrift such as i? ❜ the man he approached was aged yet still young compared to he, as green as malachite, but then, who wasn’t a mere budding neonate when juxtaposed to he, living whispered mythos?
#altosk#❛ ♚ holy psalms flow from a ruined throat. ╼ ⟨ ic ⟩#❛ ♚ verse: o how worshipped is thou that sits upon an invisible throne ┊ ⟨ main ⟩#springfestitales2024#spring festitales ‘24
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(Source is a Dexerto article)
Normally i wouldn't comment on leak/rumor stuff because there's always a chance of it being fake and it's better to wait when something is confirmed but the idea of Doomguy ever being in Mortal Kombat is interesting.
He's an iconic character that somehow wasn't in a fighting game yet and both Doom and MK are iconic gaming franchises with roles in videogame violence.
(And i guess both series having digitized real stuff like actors/models being used for graphics or Midway)
I do hope that Doom's portrayal comes off as "series celeberation" in a way and not just based on Eternal.
That was fine in Fortnite because it's clear crossovers there are either promotions or for the sake of memes i guess.
And with Smash, most people had low expectations and accepted the Mii outfit (Which also had the 2016 pistol).
Though you look at how Smash fused both Snakes to represent MGS and a certain mod i don't shut up about and you'll kinda get why i bring this up.
It did made me think: If Doomguy was in a 2D fighting game before, would that serve as reference for a potential Smash moveset?
(Probably not)
Something kinda funny is how people said Eternal's gore was too cartoony/safe yet with the recent MK games, there's people saying they're too realistic/have too much focus and then there's stories of devs being forced to look at real gore for reference (Like with TLOU2).
I remember seeing someone say Doomguy could be an Xbox exclusive as MS' response to when MK 2011 had Kratos in the PS3.
That did reminded me of how Halo in fightning games was either the Arbiter in Killer Instinct or an original female character in Dead or Alive (SPARTAN-458).
(I guess Chief was in Brawlhalla now that i think about it)
(I do still think a Halo and Doom crossover should be an FPS)
I can also see some people not like the idea of Doomguy being "ripped and torned" by other characters because "he's supposed to be the strongest".
Even though 2016 had first person death animations, Eternal brought back the pain noises and you know, classic bloody face, pain sounds etc.
Why else do you think Duke Nukem called him a "Doomed" space marine?
I wonder what a trailer will be like: Imagine a basic sprite animation based off the older MK games where Scorpion's about to do a fatality on Sub-zero before a BFG9000 shows up and kills him instead and then it switches to modern graphics/designs so Scorpion faces up Doomguy.
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