WORDS: 1K
SUMMARY: Telling Kratos you want a child he wastes no time fulling the request and you.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Smut, Intercourse (Gender-neutral), Breeding Kink, Kissing, Mention of Spit
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Wrapping your arms around Kratos' broad waist, cheek resting against his back, smelling the forest on his skin. Hearing a deep breath release from his nose, standing in your small kitchen, cutting up the deer he brought home. Insisting he'd do the messy work so you would only have to cook it, it was your turn to make dinner.
Body following his movements, hands lovingly caressing his torso, earning a quiet hum. Missing his touch since the crack of dawn, leaving you in a cold bed for an easy, earlier hunt.
Alone without his presence, allowing thoughts to fester and grow, thoughts of what it would be like to have a little one running around. To keep you company, to see your face mixed with his, to love them forever. A smile creeps along your lips as his name bubbles up your throat.
"Kratos," speaking his name softly, hearing the knife he holds stop, replying only with a hum. The air hangs with a silence, trying to form the words, still deciding whether to build a conversation before bringing up the topic.
"I want a baby," you say, fighting the shakiness in your voice. Nervous at the man's next words, as neither of you had brought up the subject before. Even after many winters of being married, the thought had never before crossed your mind.
Hearing him place the knife down, turning around in your arms, brown eyes meeting yours. Noticing the small smile stretched upon his lips and the brows that furrowed softly before his lips met yours, happily catching them, moving your arms around his neck. Pulling Kratos closer, feeling his big hands hold you, slowly walking both of you towards the bed.
Landing on the pile of furs, collected, skinned, and cured all by him, for you, as if his body warmth wasn't enough. Kissing trails down your neck, hands moving you up the bed, allowing your head to rest on a pillow.
Thick thighs planting themselves between your legs, touching his bare chest as his hips fit against yours. Chest strap was stripped off the minute he settled into your shared home, leaving only his bottoms for you to struggle with. Removing your clothes with a loud rip, throwing them off to the side, allowing the chill in the air to capture your skin.
Fingers find the hem of his pants, pulling the worn fabric down with growing desperation as Kratos' hands find yours. Moans harmonizing, hands finding one another. Wrapping around the girth of his hard cock, stroking the skin of the length, turning all of his movements on your body weak. Deep, breathy moans fill the space between you, his hot breath falling upon your cold chest, giving it small blooms of warmth.
Curling the head of his cock with your thumb, earning a much louder, hoarse moan from Kratos. Leaning back, sitting up by his knees, peering down at your bare upper body. Watching his chest rise and fall with small moans escaping with each breath.
"Kratos, please," you pleaded, "I want your baby, Kratos." Witnessing your words spark something within him, cock growing, twitching harder in your palm.
Grabbing ahold of your leg, moving it to the other side of his body, roughly pulling off the rest of your clothes, slipping them up and off your legs. Thrown, disappearing out of sight, pulling your legs apart, releasing the warmth between them. Watching the beast of the man take over his length, resting atop his forearm, fingers digging into his hard flesh as he guides his cock into you.
Back arching at every inch, gasping as your mind starts to swirl, feeling Kratos lean down only as his hips press against your ass. Lips finding yours, kissing you with a warm hunger, thrusts picking up quickly.
Moans bubbling up your throat, singing to the demi-god's ears, thick hands finding the sides of your body, holding you still as his thrust finds a stable rhythm. Moans rumble against your soft lips, hearing only his heavy breaths, moans, and the wooden bed shifting.
Hands moving up Kratos' body, up his warm cheeks, fingers finding, caressing his beard. Cupping his cheeks, still devouring each other's lips, encouraging his hips to thrust faster. Filling you full with the girth and length of his cock, drunk off the thought of him, fill you up with his babies.
Licking his bottom lip, barely evading your teeth. Pulling away, looking down, seeing a smile in the hurricane of pleasure on your face, his own face twists. Face flushed, lips parted, allowing the flow of his small rumbling moans, growing your arousal for the man inside you.
"Kratos," you moan, eyes barely able to keep the image of him. Leaning forward, bringing back his lips, kisses becoming sloppy, spit mixing together as heat swirls within your body, flooding the rest of your body.
Cheeks becoming flush, feeling a fuzzy wave that prickles under your skin, wrapping your arms around Kratos' neck and hips. Trapping the man in, as if he would have wanted to pull out. Pelvis rubbing against you, building your orgasm better than his cock. Moaning between kisses, body tensing up under the large man, shaking, gasping Kratos' name.
"Cum in me, please, fill me," you beg, in the haze of your orgasm, using every bit of clarity to speak.
Groaning your name, over and over, hips thrusting, deep halting thrusts. Cumming, covering every deep wall in you, hips slowly coming to a stop. Feeling the warm liquid swim inside you as his lips trail down your neck before breaking away.
Sitting up, buff arm shaky, holding himself up, pressing into the sides of the bed. Eyes exploring down his broad upper body, hanging onto every inch of skin, catching him staring down at yours.
"Imagining me pregnant?" you tease, hands reaching for his hips, squeezing the skin of them.
Leaning in, kissing trails down your chest to your stomach, humming, giving a big kiss before pulling away. Kissing your lips, grabbing your hips, bringing you with him as he lies down next to you. Cupping your cheek, giving your lips one last kiss before pulling you onto his chest, allowing you to rest.
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A small break from my tlt obsession cause my boyfriend has been playing God of War Ragnarok (which means I have been playing it too cause he hates puzzles) and it's been so good to see those two again, the best father-son duo
