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bit-dodgy-innit · 2 years

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Trying for Two

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in my SHAPE OF YOU AU

The Prompt: You and your husband begin talking about if you’re ready for baby number two. Steven, being the sneaky little shit he is, does everything he can covertly to make sure you conceive so he can get your milk-filled tits back

Requested by: a few lovely fellow heathen nonnies and the wonderful @fangirlfreakingout

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader, with background Marc x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Word Count: 2k (short but horny I promise!)

Spice-o-meter: 🌶🌶🌶, Rated Explicit, Minors DNI!

CW/TW: Talk of pregnancy, breastfeeding, lactation and conceiving, p in v sex, nipple play, lots o’dirty talk, daddy!kink, breeding kink, mention of bondage, unprotected sex, a smidge of unprotected cumplay

A/N: THANK YOU EVERYONE for the amazing response to last full, hope y’all enjoy this fun romp!! Our 🍈🍈 loving daddy!Steven is back in full force in this one, using his big brain and…other things for horny purposes!!

It couldn’t have come at a more unexpected moment. You and Marc had finally wrestled Nyla down for bed and collapsed on the couch with the telly on, watching 8 Out Of 10 Cats of all things. Perhaps something on the quiz show had prompted Marc, inspired him to share with you, but you nearly dropped your wine glass when your husband remarked, seemingly out of nowhere, “It’d be good for Nyla to have a sibling.”

Out of the four of you, Marc had been the hold out on Baby Number Two. Steven had wanted another kid basically as soon as you’d popped Nyla out, and when you mentioned it to Jake about a year ago, he was on board. Understandably, Marc had his reservations. He was so protective of your daughter, and you knew however irrational it may be, Marc was petrified that a similar fate would befall his children as he and Randall.

It was almost a blessing in disguise that Nyla had been a surprise, since she drastically reduced the potential overthinking about kids. Once you’d discovered a baby was already on the way, both of you knew wanted her without much doubt.

You schooled your face to appear cavalier and casual, the last thing you wanted to do was spook him. “That’d be nice wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“I’ll give Doctor Slater’s office a ring in the morning.”

Your statement was a test. If Marc walked it back, then you knew he really wasn’t ready. But he didn’t say anything, so you took his lack of protest as confirmation. It was downright strenuous to keep your cool for the rest of the night and quell any urges to rejoice now that Marc had finally caved on another baby.

It was not a surprise however to wake up next to Steven since he lectured on Wednesday mornings. When your alarm went off and you rolled into his arms, the first thing he whispered to you was “We’re having another baby.”

“We‘re having another baby,” you echoed with a wide grin.

The two of you shared a chaste kiss, then Steven pulled you closer to him, no doubt for you to feel his morning wood. “What do you say we start trying right away?”

It was a tempting idea, but it was also a miracle that Nyla hadn’t burst into your bedroom yet.

“Later baby,” you promised him. “She’ll be up any minute.”

Steven surrendered with another kiss. He was willing to wait…for now.

***

This time conceiving was so different than with Nyla. There were cycle tracking apps, appointments with Dr. Slater, and not to mention a two-and-a-half year old to manage in the midst of everything.

Most experts said the best way to ensure a pregnancy ASAP was to have sex everyday, which of course the boys were thrilled to hear. Even though you had no trouble getting hot for each other still, the difficulty was finding the time and energy. You had been back at work for a while now, and Nyla was non-stop.

So Steven decided to take things into his own hands to help the process along. He started waking up extra early to jog on the mornings he fronted, since exercise supposedly helped sperm count. He threw out Marc’s beer and Jake’s “secret emergency” pack of cigarettes due to a study he’d read about them compromising one’s virility, royally pissing off his alters in the process. Your husband wouldn’t let you so much as move after sex either, fetching everything you’d desire to keep you still and try to increase conception.

Disappointment was inevitable when you got your period the first month after you and your husband started trying for Baby Number Two. The last thing Steven wanted to do was put pressure on you, stress was the worst thing for fertility. Besides, he loved you and didn’t want you to feel like you were lacking in any capacity.

He did however, intensify his covert conception efforts. He read that yams increase one’s chance of fertility and added it to the weekly shop. You were slightly puzzled that Steven was suddenly so keen on having sweet potatoes at least once a week for dinner, but Nyla liked them and your husband always offered to cook when you had them so you weren’t going to complain.

He also learned that morning sex was marginally better for conceiving, so he began waking you up with head so you’d be all pliant and open to sex first thing. Though that was no great effort on his part, his favorite thing to eat was your pussy.

Obviously, Steven wanted to have another child with you because you were his soulmate, and the vision of two little pairs of feet pattering around your home never failed to choke him up. But there was another, more selfish, more horny reason he was so eager for you to get pregnant again.

He’d hidden it well until you two had a date night. Nyla was at home with your trusted sitter Sam, and Steven took you to a restaurant on the river you both loved. Despite his steadfast commitment to veganism, your husband insisted on ordering oysters for the two of you (another fertility-friendly food, not to mention an aphrodisiac too). It hadn’t helped that you’d worn a low cut top that perfectly framed two of his very favorite parts of you.

When you’d gotten home, you wanted to check on Nyla even though Sam had reported she’d fallen asleep a few hours ago without much fuss. Steven undressed in your bedroom while you kissed your daughter in hers, sporting a very prominent hard on by the time you joined him.

“Mmmm, is that all for me, Doctor Grant?” You purred as you climbed on the bed and reached into his boxer-briefs.

He answered you with a groan and crashed your lips together.

“I think I’m feeling the effects of those oysters,” you lilted while you stripped out of your top and jeans.

A devilish smirk spread across his lips. “Let’s hope so.”

Steven had tremendous willpower, but all bets were off when he was inside of you and you talked dirty to him.

“Oh yeah Daddy,” you moaned as he hammered his throbbing cock into your slick cunt. “You gonna fuck a baby into me?”

“Mmhmm,” he responded, his tongue darting out to wet his lips while he pounded you from above. “Gonna shoot so deep in your pussy.”

You whimpered, “Make me all big and swollen with your baby.”

“Fuck…ungh, yeah,” he assented, and you clenched down around him, which short-circuited his brain “Can’t wait to watch you grow so big with Nyla’s little sibling.”

You dug your fingertips into his biceps. “You’ll have to take good care of me when I do.”

“Going to take the best care” he vowed. “I’ll rub your feet and shoulders, lick this tight little cunt whenever you want…and-ah-I’ll drink from your titties when they get too full.”

There it was. Steven was bloody desperate to get your huge, milk-filled boobs back, and in his opinion, they couldn’t return soon enough. Thankfully, you were turned on enough to go with it without asking any questions for the time being.

“Wanna start as soon as your milk comes in,” Steven revealed, cupping your boobs in his hands, trying to recall the size they’d grown to when you were breastfeeding. “We wasted so much time before.”

“You can have as much as you like,” you told him, mewling when he licked over a nipple.

Steven straightened up and hoisted your hips to wrap your legs around his waist, effectively putting you into a version of a bridge yoga pose. The switch in position made him even more frantic as he watched your boobs bounce harder from the force of his thrusts.

“Good, because Daddy needs his milk,” he rambled. “Need to bury my face between your huge, dripping titties, suck all of your sweet milk down.”

You keened at the image your husband described as he speared you on his cock, the incline allowing his pubic bone to grind against your clit just right. “Ohhh honey, gonna come.”

He spurred you on. “Yeah? You gonna come for Daddy?”

“Uh huh!” You shrieked as your climax surged through you, the force of it strong enough to white out your vision for a moment. That didn’t stop you from babbling, “Come on, Daddy, fill me up with your cum…give me that big load.”

“Bloody hell,” he swore. Steven was so aroused by your back-and-forth he could hardly keep his grip on your hips while he hurdled toward his release. “Want me to pump you full?”

“Please,” you whined through the haze of your post-orgasmic fog.

Steven came so hard he was sure that he triggered a switch, since he had no memory of flopping down on the bed next to you. As soon as he came back to himself and waved a thank-you in the mirror toward Jake who presumably laid him down, Steven scrambled upright in bed, fighting off the lethargy that always followed a particularly good orgasm.

“Don’t. Move.” He whipped back the blankets to make sure none of his cum had leaked out of you.

Your husband did in fact spotted a little drop trickling from your hole, and swiftly collected it on his finger to push it back in. A little whimper escaped you when Steven did, still sensitive from your climax. “Sorry babe, but we gotta make sure it takes.”

“We only just started trying,” you countered.

“True, but we’ve already waited ‘cause of Marc,” he pointed out, rising from the bed to grab both of your pajamas. “We’re also not getting any younger, you know?”

Part of you wanted to slap Steven for making even the faintest reference that you were aging, but it was then you started to put two and two together. “Is that why you wanted to try out bondage last week? Because if you tied me to the bed I wouldn’t move after sex?”

“No!” he denied while pulling on the old UCL t-shirt and boxers he slept in.

Your husband was a lot of things: brilliant, nurturing, incredible in bed, but one thing Steven was not was a good liar.

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed. “The morning runs, the oysters…it’s all to make sure you knock me up!”

Steven blushed. Come to think of it, his body was in great shape for its age, and most people were having kids later. Doctor Slater didn’t have any concerns on your end either. So when the source of his enthusiasm dawned on you, you couldn't believe you hadn’t reazlied it sooner.

Unlike your husband, you weren’t in a tremendous rush to get pregnant. “You want my big boobs back as soon as possible!”

“I…” Steven had no leg to stand on.

You obscured the breasts in question when you pulled on your nightie. “Steven Grant!”

“Shh!” The last thing either of you two needed was Nyla waking up. “I’m sorry, alright? And no, I don’t want to conceive as soon as possible only because we’ll get to…you know…revisit everything we enjoyed when Nyla was born. I do truly want another kid.”

It was impossible to stay cross with Steven when he spoke to you like that, his eyes so earnest and vulnerable. “I know, I know. But, you just…you didn’t need to be so sneaky! I’d expect that shit from Jake, but you?”

“I’m cunning too!” he protested. Leave it to him to get defensive about the strangest things.

“You are, but in other ways usually,” you relented, pulling the blankets back up again. Steven followed suit when you settled yourself against the pillows, turning off the lamp on his nightstand. You laid next to him in the dark for all ten seconds before you asked, “do you think it took?”

He shrugged “Dunno, but I can’t remember the last time I came that much.”

It more thoroughly debauched sex, but soon you, your husband, and Nyla were celebrating the confirmation that Baby Number Two was well on their way.

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A/N: It’s baby number two time!! This one came out quickly and while it’s not exactly the 10k fuckfest my last one was I know it was a popular fill so I hope everyone enjoyed!!

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asgardiandeadpoetsociety · 2 years

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Little Sunshines (AKA, Jake Lockley headcanons as a new father)

So, a kind anon sent me a prompt. I usually write in spanish, but loved the outcome so much I translated it. Enjoy!

-Jake assumed he would become a father eventually. It was expected of latino men, nothing out of the ordinary in his mind, but he was not ready when you confessed being pregnant.

-Jake almost has a heart attack with the news. He was used to being the protector, a human shield, and didn´t feel even worthy of having his own life, hopes and dreams. Deep down, he convinced himself you were with him only because of Marc and Steve.

-He will deny it, but almost broke down in tears when you casually mentioned he was the first of the moon boys to receive the good news.

-All 3 of them eagerly tagged along for the first ultrasound, and took turns watching the little sunshine, as they called it. The third one to front, Jake, took the print and kept it, while you finished scheduling a routine follow up in reception.

-You caught Jake staring deeply at the photo. It kind of made you nervous, but felt at ease with the smile that followed the frown. You haven´t been able to forget the pureness of his face in that moment.

-Jake waited for the moment he felt truly alone, Marc and Steven back in the headspace. He told you he figured out, counting weeks and checking on past dates, that you were together that night.

-It worried you the other boys would feel jealous, so Jake and you agreed to keep the exact dates a secret. When to topic came along, you both deflected the conversation. (Needless to say Jake was over the moon having such a cute secret with you).

-Marc and Steven had already figured, but where overall excited to be parents and thrilled to see Jake allowing himself to enjoy a life of his own.

-The four agreed to nickname the baby little sunshine, at least until a proper name was decided. It worked for any gender and most importantly, Jake had chosen it.

-A couple of times, you found Jake locked himself in the bathroom, staring at the horizon. Getting him to open up wasn´t easy, but he finally confessed he didn´t feel he would be a good parent. He never had good models growing up and wasn´t emotional and open per say.

-You assured him the pure concern was a guarantee he would be a fantastic dad and that both of you would figure along the way.

-When your water broke, the moon boys panicked, but Jake kept a cold head enough to react. He insisted on driving you to the hospital.

-Jake refused to leave you until the baby was born and you started breathing softly, pain temporarily numbed by emotion. He vowed to himself to never forget the first cry and your first smile towards the little sunshine.

-Steven was fronting when the doctors finally convinced the boys to leave the room. In the hallway, his hands, usually kept at his chest, seeked warmth in the pockets of the hoodie. He found a cuban cigar.

-Jake fronted, proud and gloating. He said it was a latinos thing, a sort of tradition when a baby was born. Bad luck a passing nurse didn´t think the same.

-Jake was arguing with the nurse, when he heard you scream. He made his way back to the room.

-In summary, the system almost faints seeing you push again. The little sunshine wasn´t alone, in fact, another sunshine came with it. A pair of twins, boy and girl.

-To avoid bickering, you didn´t let any of the boys be the first to hold the sunshines. You did it first. All three stared in awe, Marc anouncing he was ready to hold them, but ultimately Jake taking the lead, but only seating in bed and under your supervision.

-Being Marc (and Stevens) protector was a burden. He had seen so much blood and abuse, but had pulled through, for love, love for both men who he considered his brothers. It never was his choice, but, he accepted it. Now, he proudly wanted to be their protector. He wanted to protect not only his brothers, but also his twins, you. He wanted to protect his world.

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