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.
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Heisenberg is in the middle of one of his heated and theatrical rants with you being his patient listener. At some point, you reach out to brush his arm in comfort as he strides past you, and he comes to a sudden halt. He goes from a hot-headed solid to a docile liquid in seconds. All of his anger goes out the window within seconds as he leans against you, weary from his former displays, and needy for nothing but your warmth.
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