Okay it's time to talk about a fictional husband near and dear to my heart: Dabi.
He's his father's son and this man has the biggest breeding kink. It's a kink he actually takes very seriously. He's not going around cream pie-ing whatever girl lands in his bed. He knows the reality of his situation in life and he doesn't want to leave a kid fatherless when he inevitably dies or ends up in prison just because he wanted to get his jollies off. Dabi is a lot of things, but he refuses to be anything like his own father.
That doesn't stop him fantasizing about how, if things had been different for him, he'd find the perfect girl, his ride or die and keep her constantly filled with his seed.
Condom? What condom? In his perfect world, Dabi's only method of birth control is the pull out method, if he chooses to use birth control at all.
The only thing he can think about as he ruts into her is getting her pregnant. He wants her belly filled with his swimmers, wants to watch it grow over the next several months. His favorite thing after all is said and done is watching his spunk drool out of her sopping wet pussy. He likes to spend the next several moments finger fucking as much as he can back into her and then plugging her up so that none of it is wasted.
He dreams about those moments. They come to him at the most unexpected times. During breakfast, when they're eating natto over rice. When she's walking around cleaning and all he can think about is slamming her against the nearest surface, exposing the warm, damp, space between her legs and fucking her until a mixture of both of their fluid is running down her thighs and she's calling out his name. It's in the soft moments when they're snuggling on the couch, watching a movie and he's got two fingers stuffed deep inside her cunt, pumping lazily as he peppers the softest kisses to her face.
Dabi never keeps these thoughts to himself either. He makes sure he knows that his girl is aware of what he's imagining too.
When she waddles around with her cute lil baby bump, he wants the world to know that he put it there. That's his girl, his baby.
He enjoys every moment of her pregnancy. Taking care of her when she's sick in the first trimester, taking pictures of her every changing body each week, keeping her well fed and well fucked, massaging her feet, back, or hips, when she's sore.
It's almost hard to say what his favorite part of his girl's pregnancy body is. He dreams of stuffing his face between her growing breasts as they swell in preparation to feed their child. He's constantly grabbing her ass, a bit wider now that her hips have expanded in preparation for birth and a little more plump with baby weight. But her belly? Rounded out and concealing their unborn baby? There's nothing like that. He has a hand on her baby bump at almost all times. He longs to feel each little kick of his son or daughter, and talks to them in the quiet of the night when no one is listening.
When the time comes for the baby to be born he's there every step of the way, in more ways than one. The second he realizes his girl is in labor, he makes it his mission to keep her as comfortable as possible.
He might start by massaging her nipples in the beginning (when contractions are regular enough to be considered labor but not strong enough quite yet to be a nuissance), placing soft kisses to her face and neck telling her how excited he is to meet their baby. When contractions start picking up some, he'd walk with her around their secret apartment, reminding her that gravity is her friend. When labor starts getting really intense though, after her water breaks, that's when he holds her in bed and slips his hands between her legs. That's his favorite place on Earth. He'd slip his long fingers slowly inside of her massaging her walls and then slip back out to rub his fingers over and in between her folds, playing with her between contractions and rubbing her clit during them. And yes, he'd be at least half hard the entire time.
When it's finally time to push, he'd grab her hand and settle himself between her legs to ensure their baby's safe arrival. He'd never stop touching her as she pushes, rubbing her thighs, or gently helping her stretch open, or kissing her knee as he encourages her.
Outside of killing Endeavor, his baby slipping into his arms is the happiest moment of his life. And as soon as his girl is ready, he's more than eager to breed her again, and keep her that way ad many times as she let's him.
Outside of killing Endeavor, that's his strongest fantasy, if only things had turned out that way.
