Would you be willing to write a breeding kink for justin herbert? I really like your others ones!
- breeding kink Justin who doesnât fuck you with the intention to get you pregnant yet
- breeding kink Justin who loves you and put a ring on it to prove itÂ
- breeding kink Justin who wants to let a baby happen when it happens without trying too much
- breeding kink Justin who regrets his decision the first time he watches his cum drip out of youÂ
- breeding kink Justin who knows you agreed to just let fate decide
- breeding kink Justin who wants to say fuck fateÂ
- breeding kink Justin who wants to keep you on his dick until he gets you pregnant
- breeding kink Justin who wants to cum in you again and again and again
- breeding kink Justin who wants to hold your hair back when you go through morning sickness, drive to the grocery store at 3am because you were craving something, pick out babynames together
- breeding kink Justin who wants to see you heavy with his child
- breeding kink Justin who needs the validation of knowing you chose him, not just as your life partner but also as the father of your child
- breeding kink Justin who goes out of his way to treat you like a goddess
- breeding kink Justin who knows you deserve nothing but the best and he wants to be the best he wants to deserve you and your baby
- breeding kink Justin who is overjoyed when you tell him heâs going to be a dad
- breeding kink Justin who reads baby books by day and fucks you by night
- breeding kink Justin who makes sure you know just how desirable you are
- breeding kink Justin whoâs hand is basically glued to your stomach while youâre pregnant
- breeding kink Justin who talks to the bump all the time
- breeding kink Justin who wants to make sure the baby knows just how loved they are
- breeding kink Justin who already thinks about the next baby before youâre even out of the hospital with the firstÂ
- breeding kink Justin who follows your lead but craves
- breeding kink Justin who waits because he doesnât want to try anything before you fully recover
- breeding kink Justin who is just a little bit too eager to talk about the future of your family when you bring it up
- breeding kink Justin who just wants to be a dad to as many children as youâre willing to give him
- breeding kink Justin who picks you up and carries you to bed the second you mention the possibility of baby number two
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youruser: surpriiiiise! this has been the hardest secret to keep, but we figured there was no better time to announce than mother's day. baby hughes due october 1st, we are so excited to meet you little one<3
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lhughes_06: aren't you like, twenty
âł jackhughes: shouldn't you like, mind your business?
_quinnhughes: gonna pretend like i didn't already know. congratulations!
njdevils: baby devil on deck! congratulations, y/n and jack! we hope they're better at hockey than jack is!
zita: *doesn't order a mimosa at brunch* "y/n...."
âł youruser: you were the first one to know besides jack:)
âł zita: I DIDNT KNOW THAT WHAT
cam.york: my mind is blown right now. congrats!
âł youruser: my mind is more blown that z didn't spoil the surprise:')
ehughes: i cannot begin to tell you how excited i am for you twoâ€ïž
âł youruser: i could not have gotten through first trimester without you!!!! i love you to the moon and back mama e<3
colecaufield: i was not expecting to see this today!!! congratulations guys!!!
âł youruser: miss you coley!!!
_alexturcotte: goddamn time flies. see you this summer you guys! we'll bring gifts
âł youruser: cant wait turcs!!<3
jackhughes: youre sitting right next to me but i still jeep coming back to this post because i just cant believe this is real
subby quinn oh my god bestie you cannot do this to me rn. get a lil high and have a few rounds of giggly sex and then order an obscene amount of takeout??? give him head in the shower one more time before yâall go to bed?? please
heâd wash your hair in the shower and mess up your hairwashing schedule but heâs so sweet and you canât help calling him a good boy and then taking him to bed and just cuddling under a mountain of soft sheets
the bords/briss tinhatting lately is really not cool. please knock it off. please especially stop commenting about it on their accounts. it is only fun to call them boyfriends if (a) you don't ACTUALLY MEAN IT and (b) you don't SAY IT TO THEIR FUCKING FACES. please respect the fourth wall and don't make this fandom an embarrassment.
No because going on vacation w Brendan and his family but youâre wearing a bikini. You look hot and confident and Brendan just takes you into your hotel bathroom and bends you over the sink
warnings: nsfw below the cut, unprotected sex, language
âwhat are you gonna get?â jordan nudges your side with his elbow, trying to look over your shoulder at the menu like he didnât have one sitting in front of him.
âwould it be terrible if i got a burger because,â you use your index finger to point to the specific one that had piqued your interest, âthat one sounds really, really good. i think that they got it over there and my mouth hasnât stopped watering since they brought it out.â
âwhy would it be terrible for you to get a burger, y/n?â kim looks up from her phone with a raised eyebrow. she spares a glance at her youngest son, âjordan, text brendan and ask if theyâre on their way.â
you shrug your shoulders and close the menu, âi mean, weâre in cabo. i feel like i should be getting something a little more authentic and not-â
âsomething really american?â jordan finishes your statement for you and you nod. he sighs, âwell, i think- yo, where the fuck are you?â
âjordan,â kim sends a sharp kick to her sonâs leg and you only know that based on the broken cry of pain that slips past his lips, âthat is not what i told you to say and you know that.â
âi paraphrased,â he tries to argue, but the look that his mother sends him makes him shrink in his seat and turn his attention back to his brother, âif youâre not here soon, your girlfriend is gonna be my girlfriend and iâm not sorry about it.â
âis that so?â you hear brendan ask.
âitâs mutual, weâve discussed it,â jordan lays his head on your shoulder and turns the phone so that youâre in the frame, âisnât that right, babe?â
brendan hangs up the phone and you and jordan share a look. before either of you can say anything, brendan and pat round the corner. kim sighs, âi thought i was gonna have to send a search team out for the two of you.â
âthe group in front of us were taking their time. bachelor party or something,â pat shrugs before taking a seat beside his wife. brendan pauses behind his parents and you watch as his eyes trail down your body. his dad turns around, âbrendan?â
âsorry, some guy just got tackled and i got distracted,â brendan shakes his head and rounds the table, bending down to press his lips to yours before taking the empty seat beside you. he pulls your chair closer and wraps his arm around the back of your chair, fingers gently caressing your shoulder as he opens his menu, âwhat did you order?â
âwe were waiting for you,â you mumble, leaning into his body.
âalright you three,â kim says, drawing your attention towards her, âgive me a big smile. this oneâs for the christmas card.â
âhow many cards are you sending out this year? youâve said that for every picture youâve taken for the last three days,â jordan grumbles, but goes willingly when you throw an arm around his shoulder and drag him into your side. âeveryone say cheese!â
âcheese,â you and jordan say in sync, but brendan stays quiet.
when you pull away you turn and look at brendan to find him look, well, uncomfortable. you poke at his side, âbren, are you okay?â
âson,â pat calls and brendan shakes his head, looking between you and his dad, ây/n was talking to you.â
brendan sighs, âiâm sorry, babe. what were you saying?â
âi was asking if you were okay. you look like youâre hurting,â you raise your hand and press the back of it to his forehead. heâs warm, but you remember that he has been in the sun for most of the day. his cheeks are pink and thatâs when you look towards pat, âwere you staying hydrated?â
âhe was,â pat supplies and you look back to your boyfriend.
âiâm fine, babe. just a headache,â he shakes his head and his eyes divert to the waiter when he approaches your table. your fingers dance along his arm as he places his order, deciding on some seafood dish that his dad had ordered the night before.
âdo you want to go get some tylenol? i have some up in the room,â kim offers and you look towards your boyfriend.
he sends you a pout, âwill you come with me?â
âyes, you big baby,â you roll your eyes and push your chair away from the table. you listen as kim explains where it is and take the room key from her fingers. you tangle yourself fingers with brendanâs when he holds out his hand, turning your head to spare a final glance at jordan, âyou better save some of the wraps for me.â
âno promises.â
brendan leads you around the first floor of the hotel to where the elevators were. he presses the button and as the two of you slip inside, a group of college-aged guys join you. you can feel their eyes on you and you subconsciously feel the need to turn more into brendanâs side. the only thing shielding your body from their uncomfortable gaze was a bikini top and a loose pair of denim shorts you had pulled on just before going to dinner.
âbren,â you mumble and his fingers curl possessively around your hip.
thankfully, the doors slide open to your floor and the two of you slip out, brendan sending a sharp glare to the boys as he passes. you push open the door to the room and go straight to the bathroom where kim said the tylenol would be located.
you bend down and you feel brendanâs presence behind you. when you grab the bottle you stand upright and thatâs when brendan pulls you back just slightly and you feel something pressing into your back. you scoff, âis your big head hurting or is it your little one?â
âwell i couldnât tell my parents that my girlfriend got me hard, could i?â he pushes your hair to the side and starts trailing kisses down your neck.
âi guess not,â you sigh as you place the bottle of tylenol down on the counter and turn around in his arms. âa quickie?â
âi donât put it past jordan to give us five minutes before he convinces mom to come check on us, so,â he pops the button on your shorts, âthat seems like the plan.â
âfucking jordan,â you gasp as he lifts you up onto the counter.
âfucking jordan,â he agrees just before pushing your bikini top to the side and taking your nipple into his mouth. his fingers hastily undo your zipper and you jump as they push your bikini bottoms to the side, dipping into where you were already wet for him, âyou too?â
âyou popped a boner at dinner with your parents,â you swallow a moan as his finger slips inside of you, âyou really arenât in a place to judge.â
he works his way up to two fingers before you push him back slightly. he watches as you kick off your shorts and pull him forward by his belt. he smirks as you free him, pumping him a few times before guiding him to your entrance, âbeen thinking about this since i saw your instagram story.â
âi posted that so you would see it,â he runs the tip along your slit before pushing into you. with a broken moan, you finish your statement, âwas hoping youâd leave golf and come and fuck me.â
âshit,â he grunts as he bottoms out, âyou were getting massages with my mom and brother and the whole time-â
âi was thinking about you,â your hand wraps around the back of his neck and you pull him forward, pressing your lips to his, âcâmon bren, donât make me wait anymore.â
âfuck,â given your location, it was a little bit harder than normal for you to properly move, but you somehow worked out a rhythm. you throw your head back as he nails into your g-spot, fingers working on your clit as his mouth encases your nipple to occupy himself. âdo you remember the balcony-â
âin aruba?â you gasp, tightening around him, âi swear that guy saw us-â
âand my dad? i had to cover you up with a blanket so he wouldnât see you wrapped around me, but you didnât stop did you? no, you kept going, clenching around me while he was trying to lay out the plans for the day,â he chuckles before sucking a mark on your breast, just far enough to where it could still be covered with your swim tops. âlittle slut.â
âyour slut,â you repeat, digging your nails into his shoulder as his pace falters, âiâm gonna cum.â
âme too,â he goes to pull out, but you pull him closer.
âi want you in me while weâre down at dinner,â your voice drops to a whisper as though you were at risk of someone hearing you in his parentâs empty hotel room, âi want to sit across from your parents while youâre leaning out of me. i want to be thinking about what we did all night and when we get back to our room, you can just slip right back insideâŠâ
âbaby,â he groans just before filling you up. youâre not far behind, his fingers and his mouth leading you to your finish. his breath is hot against your neck as you both come down from your respective highs. he nips at your neck gently, âi think itâs been more than five minutes.â
âoh, definitely,â you sigh.
you give yourself a few more moments before he slips out of you and tucks himself back into his shorts. instead of slipping back into your denim shorts from before, he finds a pair of black sweatpants and hands them to you. you raise an eyebrow as he helps you step into them, âi just came in you, y/n. if you wear those, everyoneâs gonna be able to know.â
âyou donât want that?â you tease, pulling him forward by his chin and nipping at his lips, âeveryone knowing i love you enough to let you do that?â
âbaby,â he groans, melting into your embrace. you allow yourself to get lost in each other before he pulls away, âwe really have to go back down.â
âfine,â you sigh, giving him one more kiss before attempting to clean up the mess you had made. by the time you finally step back out into the hall, youâre both giggling messes. he canât keep his hands to himself as you wait for the elevator. when the doors finally slide open, your face drops and brendanâs hands come to a stop on your hips, âum-â
jordan has a disgusted look on his face, âi donât even want to know, but you better have had the decency to leave my bed out of it.â
brendan smirks, dragooning you into the elevator with his brother, ânot that itâs any of your business, but if i were you, i would change the sheets before i went to bed tonight.â
summary: the umich hockey team goes to play in minnesota, the problem, charlotte canât come with them
warnings:Â part two of team baby, allusions to a possible relationship in the furture, mostly platonic again :), also small miraculous ladybug reference (if you find it please let me know)
word count:Â 2.3k
âjust let us take your baby,â johnny said, sitting on the floor of your apartment living room. the boys were leaving tomorrow to go to minnesota, where they would play in the big ten championship game, and they were desperately trying to convince you to bring charlotte to the game. âi know you did not just ask to take my baby to another state, on a trip that i will not be attending?â you asked, eyebrows raised. âno he did. we need charlotte there,â briss answered, slightly whining. âthatâs a shame because she is not going,â you replied. the boys all gasped at your response.Â
âwe could take care of her. we are very responsible, right char?â bords asked your daughter, who was currently sitting in his arms. charlotte giggled in response, clapping her hands. âsee! even she wants to go!â kent shouted, referencing your daughterâs actions. you just rolled your eyes. âshe does that whenever someone says anything to her kent,â you answered, getting up to grab a drink.Â
mackie followed you into the kitchen. âyouâll let her watch the game right? on the tv?â mackie asked quietly, almost nervous to ask the question. you laughed at his words. âof course mackie. sheâll watch the game right here, probably from her play pen,â you answered, gesturing to the playpen taking up a corner of your living room. the freshman nodded his head, a small smile creeping onto his face. âgood. otherwise weâll lose,â he said, then retreated back to the living room.
you gently shook your head. maybe the boysâ superstition with charlotte had you semi-convinced when they beat notre dame, but you still werenât one hundred percent sure that she was their good luck charm. yes they won more frequently when she was present, but that was just a coincidence right?Â
A/N: prompt in bold.
warnings: pregnancy, mentions of sex, language.
As soon as regular season for football was over, your entire body and soul relaxed.
Joe was home on a consistent basis. No crazy practice schedules to maintain, no ridiculous flight bookings to keep up with--for the both of you. No crazy stringent eating patterns and physio appointments.
Just you. And Joe.
This regular season he'd convinced you to quit your job, and you did. Keeping up with his schedule and trying to be at his games, along with maintaining a 9-5 job was damn near impossible.
With off-season and no job brought a lack of routine. Consistency. No sense of regularity anywhere in your lives. Which meant you forgot to take your birth control more times than not, and off-season meant Joe had the time, the energy to fuck you senseless non-stop.
Which also meant when your period was six weeks late, you got nervous.
You took a pregnancy test and went lightheaded when two pink lines showed up.
Joe was estatic. Happier than you thought he would be. Nervous, but happy. He's always wanted a family.
He was able to walk through the early days of pregnancy with you when you had unbearable morning sickness. Able to get you any and everything you craved at the drop of a hat because he had no other responsibilities besides tending to your every need and desire. And happy to do it.
But today was the first day of pre-season practice.
And it was the first day that he was leaving you alone. Six months pregnant, your belly swollen with life.
Joe lingered for a little too long, got ready a little slower than he did pre-pregnancy.
"Joe, seriously you gotta go, you're gonna be late!" you urged him, damn near pushing him out the door.
"Baby, I'm just worried about leaving you alone... what if--what if something happens and you need me? Well, actually, I have that covered. Here's coaches number, if you try to call me and I can't answer because I'm on the field, call him and he can get me, he knows you're pregnant."
You roll your eyes. Everyone knew you were pregnant. Joe had called a whole damn Bengals team meeting to announce his impending fatherhood, at which the whole team and coaching staff erupted in fits of cheers and hollering, some of which was obscene, his college nickname coming back to haunt him. Big dick Joe, anyone?
"Joey," you look at him, holding his hands in yours. "I'm pregnant, not terminally ill. I'll--we'll be just fine."
He thinks you're beautiful. Stunning. Your entire body is glowing with that pregnancy glow people talk about. Skin lit from within, hair thicker and growing like a weed. You wore his shirts and some biker shorts around the house most of the time. He couldn't keep his hands off you, and his hands always were on your belly. Always feeling for his baby to kick or sweep a hand across your stomach.
This morning, your hair hung in loose waves down your back, his shirt hanging around your frame, loose everywhere except around your belly.
"I know, baby, I just--I just want you to have everything you need." he told you, his blue eyes wide with concern.
"I do, I swear. Now go kick some ass in practice and come home to me in one piece. Baby Burrow needs a daddy they can run around with."
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before walking out the door.
That year was his best damn season.
something with bords, waking up hungover together in the same bed. still clothed because yâall were too drunk to do anything, but itâs still soft and gentle waking next to each other. thank you!!
loveee this vibe, thanks for requesting, hope you love it<3
warnings: hangovers lol, nausea, allusions to sex
Itâs not the pounding headache that wakes you up but rather the regret at bringing the headache on yourself in the first place. As if that wasnât enough the nausea sets in as soon as you move even a fraction. You draw in labored deep breaths attempting to force the feeling back down. You donât even notice the body beside you until it makes a noise identical to the groan you just released. Except in an octave or so lower.
Heat immediately rushes to your face as you scramble to look down at your body to gauge how the hell the night you canât remember ended. Relief is immediate when you see youâre fully clothed in your party attire. Tentatively you draw your eyes to your side to see the face on the warm, firm body next to you.
Thomas. And heâs already looking at you. Though squinty eyed and shy, his gaze flicks over your face. The thought passes through you that if youâre still in your clothes from the night before your makeup must be on too which means you probably look like a train wreck. Quickly you bury your face in the pillow out of Thomasâ line of sight.
âHey youâre okay.â His voice breaks, gravely from misuse and his rather impassioned signing you do remember before you blacked out. His reassurance makes your heart warm but his voice makes that place between your legs flutter. âYou look fine. Still pretty.â He adds, knowing exactly why you tried to hide from him. Shyly you shimmy closer to him, hiding your face in his chest instead of the pillow.
You and Thomas arenât together but thereâs something between the two of you, an emotional investment. Itâs instinctual really how comfortable you are in his presence and how much you gravitate toward each other. His arms snaking slowly around your body to hold you against him is confirmation of the mutual feelings that exist.
âWhat happened last night?â You croak against his chest, body warming all over when he kisses your temple. He hums.
âLot of drinks. Some karaoke. You said you felt sick but wouldnât let me leave. Hope you donât mind I crawled in with you. Your desk chairâs a killer on the neck.â At this you giggle softly. Thomas holds you tighter.
âSo ummâ nothing⊠yknow. We didnâtâŠâ You feel Thomas shake his head against you.
âNope, nothing. But you did look really pretty, I thought a lot about kissing you.â He admits seemingly without shame. You wonder if heâs still a bit drunk. Raising your head from his chest slowly you see his mused hair and bags under his eyes and think heâs never looked more handsome. He brings his thumb up to swipe under your eye and you watch as it comes away black with mascara. His eyes donât leave your lips. You hum softly, hand brushing his messy hair off his forehead.
âGimme 30 minutes to shower, change, and get this damn makeup off. And then maybe, yknow⊠if you still wanted to kiss me I might let you.â His response comes as a peck to your cheek and a firm hand high on your thigh to hoist you up and over him until your feet his the floor.
âGet goinâ then mon amour. I been waitinâ months for you to say that and Iâm not sure I can last longer than another 30 minutes.â
Thomas calling you after a fight that yâall have been ignoring each other for like a week and he finally breaks
*leave a message!*
Fuck, hi mon amour. I couldnât take one more day of not hearing your voice.
Itâs terrifying not having you here to light up my days. You make everything so much more interesting, fun, and worthwhile.
You know how stubborn I can tend to be, but after the first few days of not knowing if you were safeâI got scared. I feel like a douchebag for not reaching out sooner. I love you, and Iâm sorry.
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