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Dorn should be out of bed by now. A small chronometer hummed softly, out of sight but not inaudible to him. He could hear the tiny power source humming as it tracked the time, the soft glow radiating from their side of the bed. They needed it far more than him.

Still, he should have gotten up thirteen minutes ago. He should be dressed, face shaven, boots laced. He should have already kissed their temple, fixed their blaket, and set their alarm to a delay. There was always work to do, but they had more than earned the rest.

He should be and, yet, here he was. Laying on his back, his arm wrapped around them, hand resting over their beating heart. Their smaller, softer body pressed against his side, pressed and molded against him, their hand resting on his chest.

He didn’t want to get up yet. He’d had a rare dream, a very pleasurable one. He’d woken aroused, his hearts beating harder than ususal. He could have retreated and taken care of it, purely to avoid waking them, as he should. Or, ignore it until later, when it was a far more suitable hour.

Instead, he laid here, staying in late, cock still hard, thinking of every slight dip and curve of their body. They’d gone to bed nude - a common occurrance, especially when they’d made love only the night before and their warmth radiated off of them, trapped by the shared blanket. He could still feel their soft, strong thighs in his hands as he folded them back in half.

He licked his lips, mouth oddly dry. He should get up. He should take care of this ache himself. He should leave them to rest…

They let out a soft sigh and rolled away from him, earning a deep frown from him. They settled down, though, the blanket following the gentle curve of their back and shoulders, settling over the small of their back. One leg bent up and they let out a slow exhale, breathing in deeply.

He should leave them alone. He should get ready. He should take care of his own problem.

Instead, he guided their blanket down and to the side, exposing the plump, relaxed meat of their ass, their thighs spread and revealing the space between their thighs. His tongue slid out, the taste of last night still in his mouth. His cock twitched as he reached out, rubbing the side of their leg.

The bed dipped as he settled atop them, his cock hanging fat and heavy between his legs. His eyes darted to the side, staring at their chronometer. It continued to whirr almost silently, cutting through the darkness. He reached out, deft fingers stalling the alarm for its designated time.

He gave his cock a slow stroke in a thick palm and tilted his hips down, settling himself between their thighs. He eased their thighs close, a slow exhale leaving him as their soft warmth embraced his cock. Even through his cock, he could feel the stretch marks.

Exhaling slowly, he lowered himself and started thrusting slowly. He rocked his hips back and forth, eyes closing as he bowed his head low. Their thighs were soft, almost silken, the stretch marks a wonderful texture to his cock. The heat of their genitals, now trapped against his cock.

Lowering himself on his forearms, he pressed soft kisses to their bare shoulder. They breathed slowly, their eyes fluttering as they drifted between sleep and wakefulness. They weren’t all softness and soft skin, small scars littered their body, muscles at rest but not entirely unseen. They were his and they were perfect.

He thrust between their thighs slowly, kissing their skin within reach. They made a soft noise and his eyes softened when theirs met his. Pressing his lips to their shoulder, he mumbled, “Forgive me for disturbing you. Just lie still for me.”

They made a soft noise and arched their ass back against him, crossing their arms under their head. They exhaled heavily, mumbling under their breath, a soft, “It’s fine…” Their lips quirked slightly and he pressed his nose against their shoulder, breathing in against their skin.

He continued his slow pace, eyes closing as he breathed heavily against them. Their thighs were so soft, especially relaxed as they were. The stretch marks were an added bonus, the uneven texture rubbing against his cock. The thick veins under the skin of his cock pulsed gently in time with his pulse.

His hot breath fanned over their skin and he quickened his pace, thrusting into the trapped warmth of their body. Thick cum dripped from the tip, beading and smearing across their thighs, slicking their skin. It eased his path and he ran his hand over their side, palming their hip and thigh. He pressed their thighs together, huffing against them.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed softly in the room, overpowering the tiny power source of the chronometer. His heavy sack hit against their thighs with every deep thrust. His own seed dripped and smeared over their skin, smoothing the way.

He slowed his pace again and pulled free of their thighs, pressing his cock against their ass as he spilled over their back. Their skin twitched at the sensation and he groaned low in his throat, rocking back and forth, enjoying the plush feeling of their ass. He pressed his blunt nose into their hair, breathing in deeply as his cock twitched.

They breathed in deeply, mumbling, “Better clean me.”

He smiled, kissing the curve of their ear. “I will. Thank you, my love.”

They muttered a soft ‘you’re welcome’, breathing slowing down again. He was glad he hadn’t disturbed them too much. He pressed another soft kiss to their shoulder, pulling back slowly.

I had to draw Ahriman as "Spice up your panic attack with harmonica" meme. I had to 😂

Lion El'Jonson He will stand tall, voice steady, offering you quiet counsel and a hand to hold. He will not speak of his relief, but his eyes will soften when you mention the future, and his presence will be a shield around you.

Fulgrim He will kiss your tears away, voice soft, calling your past a necessary step to this perfection. He will exalt you, and his joy will be woven into every word.

Perturabo In your crisis Perturabo will offer you structure, plans, a future laid out in clean lines. He will not say he is glad you are now single, but his calculations will now include you as central, and his relief will show in the precision of his care.

Jaghatai Khan He will ride close, silent, and let his presence speak. When you mention what comes next, his laugh will be lighter, and his pace will slow to match yours.

Leman Russ He will sit beside you, beer in hand, and say little. But when you speak of the future, his grin will widen, and his hand will find yours, claiming you without words.

Rogal Dorn He will offer you strength, a fortress, a future built on stone. He will not gloat, but his steady gaze will tell you that you are now his, and he is glad.

Konrad Curze He will watch you from the dark, voice low, saying that the past was a curse broken. He will not claim you, but his satisfaction will show in the way he stays.

Sanguinius He will defer to you, letting you lead, yet his wings will curl around you, and his quiet smile will betray the joy he feels at your freedom and ability to chose him.

Ferrus Manus He will press his metal hand to your shoulder, voice rough but warm. He will offer you solidity, and his joy will be in the certainty that you are now his.

Angron He will grip your hand, red eyes burning, and say nothing of the past. But his rage will quiet when you speak of the future, and his relief will show in the way he holds you.

Roboute Guilliman He will be respectful, but a few days later Roboute begins to speak of legacy, of what you will build together. He will not say he is rejoiced, but his efficiency will shift to center you, and his relief will show in his care.

Mortarion He will be cold aloud, yet his grip will not loosen. He will not speak of joy, but he will keep you close, and his silence will carry the weight of a secret thankfulness.

Magnus the Red He will see the threads of fate snap and reform, and his voice will soar with the knowledge that you are now bound to him. He will call it prophecy, and his joy will be undeniable.

Horus Lupercal He will smile, bright and radiant, and pull you into his embrace. He will speak of destiny fulfilled, of stars aligning, and of you finally being free to be his.

Lorgar Aurelian He will kneel, voice trembling, calling your loss a divine sign. You are blessed with new beginning, pressed to his chest. All while he is weeping with the beauty of what is now possible.

Vulkan He will hold you gently, tears in his eyes, and speak of healing and new life. He will not hide his relief, and his warmth will wrap around you like a promise.

Corvus Corax He will linger in the shadows beside you, silent but ever-present. Corvus will not claim your grief, but he will let you know, without words, that you are no longer alone, and that the past is gone.

Alpharius Omegon They will speak as one, voice single: "You are free. And now, you are with us." No more. No less. Their joy will be absolute, and their claim on you unshakable.

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I got to know that some men online have become so upset that the protagonist of the next God of War is going to be a kickass woman who doesn't look like their porn addled fantasies. And so, they've stopped so low as to make slop AI versions of a "game" where all Laufey ends up doing is get pregnant, give birth, and do domestic chores.

First of all, fuck them!

Second of all, who is going to tell them that Laufey, a literal giantess, could do all that and still kick ass while these greasy haired, beer-breathed imbeciles can't even be bothered to shower?!

Third of all, if the gods blessed me with even an iota of confidence these vermin had, I'd have taken over the world! Because, tell me why someone looking like a zombie creeping out of their mother's basement suddenly becomes the decisive authority on what a female protagonist should look like!

Faye is beautiful! She is strong and wise!! She freaking handed Thor his ass even before meeting Kratos. And then, was the one woman who could fight as well as, if not better than Kratos!

Do they think Kratos would agree to these vermin making such derogatory comments about his woman? The man they claim to be a pinnacle of masculinity? He'd probably rip them to shreds for insulting his strong wife! Actually, he'd just stand back as she ripped them to shreds, while smiling proudly at how well she does it!

I am so sick and tired of how these "men" keep acting like they're some sort of high council that will decide what is and what isn't the characteristics of a "good" woman.

Don't like the game? Don't buy it! But to make some shitty AI version that they suppose "shows Faye her place" is crossing a line.