Baby of mine- trust the process final part
Ugh! This terrible terrible man that I love and hate.
Why couldn't you become a cool Dilf like Nolan😔
Soooo I present you with Dilf Thragg the hottest
I saw a post where the artist(I cant remember who but I absolutely loved their art) drew Thragg with Ursaal and Onaan as babies and he had his bigggg hands holding the tiny purple babies AGAHAGSSH AT HS
Can be read as a Part 3 to trust the process or be read on its own! This is longggggggg, like you might hate me because of his long it is, cause mama is not doing a part 4 sorry kids
Veryyyyyyyy ooc, like I might have created a completely different person.
I give you regretful breeding kink himbo, wife you wants to jump his bones now that she actually likes him, and three pet sperms
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It was the first weekend without your kids in MONTHS and the second your parents took them off your hands the two of you hadn't left the bedroom.
He had you ass up face down now, moaning and crying into the torn pillows as feathers knit into your tangled hair. He's got one large hand on your hip, the other splintering your headboard, fucking you from behind so well you might pass out from pleasure.
“Oh-fuck-Thragg! Baby pleaseeeee!”
He groans above you, hiking you hips up higher to split you open. The new angle sent you spiraling, eyes rolled back as he leans down to press his sweaty body onto your bite-marked and hickey-painted back. He kisses your shoulder, “come on…you got one more in you, yeah? One more for your Regent?”
He didn't mean orgasms, he pulled 6 from you already from the multiple positions he had put you in. He wanted another baby, you knew that, he has been asking for a while.
With two boys Thragg was very pleased, but one look at Kregg and his newest daughter sent your husband into a girl-dad frenzy.
“Please my life…? Would you give me what I desire-ah…can you do this for me one last time?”
Oh fuck when he called you that? His life? His reason for existing?
You moan, clenching around him as you cum again, nodding and crying, “YES! FUCK THRAGG PLEASE!”
The screaming of an infant awoke the great and powerful Grand Regent, and he groaned into the pillows. He looks over at your sleeping face, a new head wound from you last battle wrapped tightly by him. He was going to let you sleep, you earned it.
He sat up with a sigh, reaching on the floor to pull his boxers on and up before moving to the crib. Big tearfilled eyes looked up at him, and his crankiness vanished.
“Hello starlight…” he whispered, picking the infant up and holding her closely to his chest. She was so little, fitting into the palm of his hand easily as he hushed her softly. He moves back to the bed, mindful of you and the baby girl on his chest.
“Mmm, hey.” you mumbled, and he looks over at you.
“You should be resting, my life,” he whispers softly, pointer finger stroking the babes back as she hiccups and snores softly.
“Can't leave you up alone…” he smiles at you, his free hand brushing a stand of your mused hair from your face. You're beautiful to him, absolutely gorgeous and You had give him everything he could have ever asked for. A beautiful wife, wonderful boys and a sweet little daughter, a new chance at life. He owed you his existence for that.
“You should sleep, I've got her…”
You huffed, cuddling into his side as you pass out, his two favorite girls with him.
“Why doesn't she have hair?” your youngest boy asked, eyes narrowed at the baby in the carrier. Lips pursed, brows furrowed, he looked like his father.
It wasn't fair, his stupid Viltrumite genes trumped yours. When your first boy was born, you were actually mad at Thragg because the baby you carried for 9 months and labored for 5 hours for looked like the guy who knocked you up.
“You keep telling yourself that, my life.”
Now, with the third and hopefully last child looking like him too, you lost hope for a “mini me”.
“She has hair, its just wispy.” Thragg spoke, looking way too good in a apron as he packed two lunches for school.
You pinch his ear, “be nice.”
He whines, swatting you away, “I'm just asking a question!”
“Mom, do you know where my homework is?! I left it on the kitchen table and now its gone!” your oldest cried, frantically looking around the house for his notebook.
Thragg sighs, when he first pursued you and constantly asked for kids, he didn't expect the work he'd have to do. He thought you'd take care of it, stupid right? But he literally had no record and couldn't work Inna human setting so he became your reallllll sexy trophy husband.
You work, he keeps house.
“Oh shittttt-su. Shih tzu. Like the dog.” Thragg glared at you, and your two boys looked bored. You winced, answering Cecils call.
“Quick, whats the thing that goes around an angels head?”
“Halo! Hey Cecil whats up?…uhuh…right now?”
That's how Thragg ended up in the tiny car(tiny for him) with his three pet sperms he begged for. The boys were fighting, pushing and shoving and giving Thragg a headache. He loved his kids, yes, but he'd also love for them to be quiet.
“Dad?! When are we allowed to train?”
Thraggs eyebrows raised in slight surprise at the kids question, he knew it would come up sooner or later, but he didn't expect it so soon. He took a moment to consider how to answer the boys.
"Because times are different now then when I was born... your mother and I... we didn't think it was necessary to train you two from birth. You two don't have to be soldier…" He said in a cautious tone, the true reason he didn't want his kids trained is because he didn't want them to have to face the same childhood he did. Bred to be a weapon, he never expected love to ever be in his cards.
“Mom told you no…didn’t she?” your oldest spoke with a bored tone.
Thragg's gaze averted a bit as he heard what the kid said, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly, he let out a small sigh.
"She did." He said in a slightly low tone, confirming what the kid said. It was true, you had strongly opposed the idea of the kid being trained from birth to be a warrior. At the time, Thragg was angry, but now he couldn't agree more.
“Moms the worse…I could have been cool.”
Thraggs eye twitched slightly at hearing the kids say that, he let out a small but gruff huff
"You are cool kids, you got my genes in you after all."
He said in a bit of a gruff tone, he knew the boys didn't mean it as an insult, but he still didn't like it when his children spoke ill of their mother. He loved his fiery human wife.
The car stopped in front of the elementary school, and oldest boy scoffed, getting out of the car and slamming the door.
The youngest shrugged and waved with a smile, running off to his friends.
Thragg watched the boys get out of the car, he let out a small sigh as he saw the kids expressions.
"Have a... good day at school boys."
He sighed, looking in the back seat at his little princess and smiled sadly, “ hey baby girl…”
She blows raspberries, looking out the window. A small smile forms on Thraggs face as he looks down at the baby girl, watching as she blows raspberries out the window.
"At least you are pleasant..."
He leaned his chin on his hand, lost in thought for a moment, still thinking about his sons complaints and attitude. The kids attitude was starting to wear on him.
Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking him out of his thoughts. He looked down at it, seeing it was a call from you.
Thragg can't help but have a small smile form on his face, hearing your voice.
"Hey." He says in a slightly gruff tone of voice, he doesn't want to admit to himself how much he missed your voice already.
“You miss me?” you giggled through the phone.
A small gruff scoff leaves his lips, as he hears you ask that question.
"You've only been gone for a few hours, love."
He says in a flat, yet slightly amused tone. He doesn't want to admit how much he missed you, even though it had barely been any time at all.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
He can't help but roll his eyes, knowing damn well that he missed you.
He said with a grumble, he knew you were grinning from hearing his reluctant admittance to missing you already. He played with the baby, large finger waving and entertaining her as she tried to gum on it.
“How were my little crotch goblins?” you snickered and he rolls his eyes again as he hears your giggling, he can't help but let out a small huff of amusement.
"They're fine. The boys are currently giving me a headache with their complaining and whining about school. And the girl is blowing raspberries at me."
“They have names Thragg.” you giggled. He lets out another small huff as he hears you say that, he can practically hear the smirk in your voice.
"Yes, I know they have names. I just find it more entertaining to refer to them as 'boy' and 'girl'."
He said with a smirk, leaning back in the drivers seat, he couldn't help but have a small amused look on his face as he talked to you like this. He enjoyed the way you two would bounce off each other, it made things entertaining.
“Oh how lovely…some children get “baby” or “cupcake” or “champ” but my children get called their genders.”
He lets out a small chuckle, enjoying this little banter he's having with you on the phone.
"Hey, I'm not good at cutesy names, you know that. Boy and girl are good enough for me."He says with a smirk, unable to keep the small amused look off his face as he spoke you on the phone. 
“Okay so ill call you alien.”
He barks a laugh, "Fine. Then I shall continue calling you human."
He said with a smirk, the word "human" left a bitter taste in his mouth, not having used that word to call you since day 1, but at the moment he is finding teasing you too much fun to care.
You burst into giggles, sighing, “okay...hey, I'm gonna meet you and the baby girl at our favorite coffee shop, kay alien?”
"Alright, human. I'll meet you there.” He says with a smirk, the thought of seeing you again makes him feel a mix of excitement and anticipation, he couldn't wait to see you.
You were waiting for them when Thragg walked in, his 6’10 ass having to duck under the door frame. You grin, taking the baby from his arms, holding her and smiling, “ohhh my baby.”
He huffed, slightly ticked off and in a brand new shirt. Tag still on it.
"Yes. Your baby. Not mine. Don't forget that." He said with a slight hint of frustration in his voice. He leaned against the wall, watching you coo over the baby.
“She spit up on you didn't she?”
"Yes, she did. All over my shirt."
A small look of displeasure briefly flashing across his face as he remembered the incident, but quickly replaced by an expression of amusement as he looked at you, holding the baby girl.
“Awww, did you spit up on daddys shirt? Did your little tum tum hurt?” you coo, sitting in the booth. Thraggs eyebrow twitched at hearing you say that, he can't help but feel a mix of annoyance and amusement at the way you were cooing at the baby. He sat down across from you in the booth, and let out a small sigh.
"Yes, she did spit up on my shirt. But her little 'tummy' didn't hurt. She's fine."
He said, a hint of irritation in his voice, he was tired from dealing with the kids all morning.
You smirk, “Hey, if I remember correctly someone told me the first time we ever spoke that he wanted an ARMY of babies.”
Thragg's eyes widened slightly as he heard you bring up that memory he had almost forgotten about. He leaned back in the booth, a look of mild irritation, as he remember what he had said so long ago.
"I... I was being facetious. I didn't mean an actual army."
He said with a small huff, his irritation replaced with slight embarrassment.
“You were actually very persistent.”
He glared at you, and you grinned at him. Still a black cat…
“I thought it was cute, In a weird breeding kink gone extreme kinda way.”
Thragg's expression shifted to one of flustered annoyance as he heard that. He let out another small sigh and rubbed his face with his hand, slightly embarrassed by your comment.
"It... It wasn't a 'breeding kink'."
“…you knocked me up first try.” not the first time you two had sex, first time going raw.
Thragg's expression went completely stoic, as he realized you were right.
He averted his gaze for a moment, his embarrassment growing as he was forced to realize that he had, in a way, fulfilled his request for an "army of babies", by getting you pregnant so quickly.
You giggled, taking a sip of tea.
He lets out a small huff, as he sees you start to snicker and take a sip of tea. His expression remains stoic, as he tries to think of a retort to your amusement. But he can't help but feel a bit embarrassed at the situation.
He can't find any words to say, and the only sound he makes is a small grumble under his breath. He can't help but grimace a bit as he sees his daughter gum on the muffin and drool all over it.
He was never one for messes or anything wet and sticky unless it was your puss-
You say, not looking up from the menu.
He gives another small sigh as he listens to you. He knew you were right. Despite his best efforts to ignore the messy little baby, he couldn't deny that he did have a soft spot for her. He let out a small huff and said, in a gruff tone.
"I suppose I do.." He said, reluctantly admitting that he had grown fond of all his babies, despite how annoying they might be sometimes.
“No matter how gross or annoying they are, remember, they are more you then me.” you smirk.
He can't help but chuckle a bit at your observation. "Yes, they are more me than you. And I suppose that means they're stuck with my annoying and gross habits as well."
“You always were…messy.” you flirt, smirking.
His eyes narrow a bit as he hears you flirt with him. He can feel a slight smirk forming on his face, despite himself
"Don't. Finish that sentence." He says, his voice taking on a warning tone. He knew where you were going with your sentence, and he couldn't let you finish it in public.
You giggle, “What? We literally have a baby with us, that's like a big banner saying “we fuck!””
He let out a small groan as he heard you say that, knowing it was true.
"Yes. We have a baby. And yes, that does imply certain... activities." He said, his voice growing a little huskier as he looked at you, the reminder of your very passionate physical relationship making him want you even more.
“I can drop her off at my moms…”
“Yes…do that. Check please!”
You two weren't even out of the hallway of your apartment building, lips locked together like horny teens as you both stumbled to the door of your home. his point finger in your pants, rubbing experienced small and tight circles into your clit and he keeps his front to your back.
You moan, fumbling with your keys.
“My life…i will rip the door off its hinges-” “got it!”
You both stumbled in, your back hitting the counter before he picks you up with little effort and places you on it. His hands are under your shirt, palming your breast as you mewl. You were still so sensitive sense the birth of your daughter, so needy for your husband.
“Thragg, get this offensive shit off me!”
“You mean your clothes?-”
He chuckled, pulling your shirt off, bra, and then your pants. He grinned at you, admiring ever scar, mole, and stretch Mark.
“Do you understand how much you've ruined me?”
You giggle, biting your lip as you watch him strip. He was soooooo delish, so hot and sexy and everyone was always so envious because you bagged this hot ass man. Granted, you hated him at first, but now you don't so who cares? Not you, not when he's stripped down to his boxers and kneeling before you and licking and kissing your thighs…
Yeah, you might love him.
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