𑁍ࠬܓbaby fever hits neteyam— and hell yeah he’s gonna fuck you until it sticks.
☽ fem! na’vi reader, nsfw as fuck, baby fever! neteyam, being folded in half like a lawn chair, neteyam stuffing you full and then fucking you prone bone to “make sure it sticks.”
☽ m.list
Neteyam says he’s exempt from baby fever.
Liar.
Look, it’s not because everyone his age has suddenly started popping babies out like the clan made it a challenge and forgot to tell Neteyam. Or even the fact that Lo’ak— yes Lo’ak, has managed to become a father first.
When he thinks about, truly pictures it in his mind’s eye, it’s the sight of you— parading through the clan, belly round with his baby, that settles a heat in his blood that’s impossible to ignore.
The intensity of his longing for it hit him all at once, and it left him with unsteady legs and a hammering heart.
Neteyam would give his left arm to pin you in a mating press and watch your features twist as he sinks inside every other hour of the day. Loves to see his cock split you open then pull out even slicker than before.
“You are so tight,” Neteyam murmurs an inch from your face. “I can feel your heartbeat around my cock.” His fingers dimple the skin on the backs of your thighs as his grip tightens, pinning your knees to your chest.
You fist the soft grass below, nails digging into soft soil, and cry out when he thrusts harder. “Neteyam!” You cry, neck arching when he repeats the same heavy motion, rocking you against the dirt.
“Yes,” he breathes, the rhythmic wet smack of skin connecting filling the air. “I want to see what kind of baby our love will shape.” His voice is breathy and low, thick with arousal.
You tighten around him and his hips stutter with a hitch of his breath. “Do not stop—” you choke. “You better give me a baby!”
“Eywa..” Neteyam moans, the word roughly torn from his throat. He kisses you hotly, sucking on your lower lip and letting it go with a pop. “Close— I am going to—” Neteyam gasps against your mouth, thrusting one last time as he grinds his hips against your ass, cock twitching heavily as he spills.
Shocks flashes across your face when he pulls out abruptly and manhandles you onto your belly, dirt suddenly squished against your cheek. “What are you doing?”
Neteyam straddles your thighs, pushing his cock through the mess and back inside you with a moan. “We have to make sure I put a baby in there, yes?” He braces a hand on either side of your shoulders and rolls his hips deep.
His name echoes in the trees, and Neteyam shushes you as he fucks you into the forest floor.
@rawme-price got me in a baby fever with this posts, so I sketched something inspired by his version of Ghost :P Rommy if you see this, please keep up the amazing work, I adore your writing 🙏
I know I have pretty boy syndrome, please forgive me
you rested, tucked under covers and wrapped in megumi’s over sized shirts as your husband sat beside you in bed, dabbing a wet towel on your forehead tenderly. The weather had brought your body down, leaving you in sniffles and a burning fever.
“Still feeling bad?” He murmured, even though he knew the answer to that. You gave a weak smile before coughing violently.
Fushiguro frowned before lifting you up and huddled into his arms. His one arm was a back rest for you, holding you firm while the other one rubbed your sides and under your legs.
“Gumi’, you’re gonna get sick..” you weakly protested, yet snuggling into his embrace. “Then, you’re just gonna have to take care of me.” He shrugged, like that was the most obvious thing in the world.
You sighed, fondly. That was your husband.
His words didn’t carry as much value as his actions and touch did, well… for most people.
Megumi could see a peeking pink fluffy bunny through the small gap of the door, maybe only three apples tall. “Aiko, you alright?” He called for the toddler.
She pushed the door open and waddled towards your bed, struggling to get up before Megumi easily scooped her up and placed her on a cushion.
“Mama?” She questioned how dull and pale you were looking.
“Hi baby,” you cooed at your daughter.
She looked like a copy and paste of Megumi, with emerald eyes, jet black hair and chubby cheeks that resembled baby Megumi when he was little. But she had an extroverted personality.
“Mama sleepy?” She babbled.
Megumi nodded. “Yeah, she’s just feeling a little.. icky.” Aiko crawled towards your tummy and used her tiny fingers to slightly squish it. “Mama have baby in?” You and Megumi weakly laughed.
“No, sweetheart. Mama’s just sick.”
Aiko tilted her head with curiosity.. her mama? Sick? But her mama was so strong!
Megumi had placed you back onto the bed, giving you a tender kiss on the forehead before whispering to you. “I should keep her away from you..”
and he had gently placed his hand on your face, covering your eyes to lull you to sleep, just like what he did with Aiko when she was on the brink of sleepiness during late nights.
Megumi picked up Aiko, his forearm carrying her as she curled her tiny fingers into her dad’s ragged t-shirt from ten years ago.
“Come, mama needs to rest. How about we help make her some soup?” Aiko excitedly clapped her hands and babbled incoherently, despite Megumi nodding and humming along as if he understood.
As the soup simmered, since Aiko couldn’t really contribute, she sat in her chair with plastic toys and a wooden toy knife to pretend she was chopping vegetables.
And Megumi watched her, small smile with admiration and love in his eyes.
This was his home, with you and Aiko. His two loves, his two girls, the only people who mattered.
And life meant nothing anymore when he lost the both of you.
I didn’t really know how to end it… I’m sorry @megumisrighttoe @sugerfilled @kissthesword @mayegasm @nonchalantfiend
Superman: "Don't worry ma'am, we had Batman watch your baby while we found you."
Woman: "B-batman? Like... scary, grumpy Batman?"
Superman: "Oh, don't worry! He's great with kids!"
Woman: "I'm not so sure-"
Batman, appearing out of the shadows with a baby wrapped up in his arms, and a diaper bag: "Are you the mother?"
Woman: "Oh! Yes-"
Batman, eyes narrowing: "Prove it."
Woman: "Excuse me??"
Superman, sighing tiredly: "Batman..."
Batman: "Prove. It. Which foot has a birth mark?"
Woman: "Her left??"
Batman, eyes still narrowed, slowly holds the baby out and only relaxes and gives the baby back when she makes grabby hands for her mother.
Woman, hugging the baby to her chest: "Oh there's my little girl!"
Batman, handing over the bag and a notebook: "The notebook has every time she fed and how much she ate. Every time she slept and for how long, along with any disturbances. Every time I changed her, and if there was anything concerning - which, there wasn't. She's very healthy. You should be proud."
Woman: "... thank you?"
The woman and the baby leave. Batman visibly deflates.
Superman: "You already miss the baby, huh?"
Batman: "She was so small..."
Superman, fondly: "Do you want to help with the calves on the farm?"
it happens when you’re visiting an old friend of yours. she’s got a little boy no more than a year old, pudgy cheeked and clinging to his mama’s leg when she opens the door.
you crouch down right away, cooing softly and squeezing his chubby cheeks, but megumi hangs back, hands stuffed in his pockets and eyes flicking off like he’s already planning on how to excuse himself, he’s never been good with strangers—especially small ones.
but then—the baby leans forward so obviously reaching out his tiny hands to megumi, and his entire body freezes. “he likes you.” you say to megumi laughing as his little fingers stretch out and wiggle to megumi. “go on, say hi.”
“I don’t—” megumi starts, but the child makes this happy little squeal and somehow that cuts through every wall he has so, slowly and awkwardly, megumi bends down and extends his hand. the baby’s tiny hand closes clumsily around his finger, gripping tight.
and something in megumi’s chest just breaks. his whole face softens in a way you’ve never seen before. he doesn’t pull away—just stares at the tiny hand clutching his big one at the big brown innocent eyes blinking up at him like he created the universe, and you swear his breath hitched.
“you okay?” you ask megumi.
he swallows, nervous. “yeah.”
the baby babbles happily, and a quick smile appears on megumi’s face before he responds to the baby’s incoherent words. “I hear you.”
your old friend comes back from the kitchen, “ah! he likes you!” she announces at megumi. “which I’m surprised he has a hard time with strangers.” and that—that makes megumi feel even more special. “since he likes you, can I steal y/n away and catch up with her, now he doesn’t require much, just that you build blocks with him.” your friend explains.
“ah um—“ and megumi looks up to you for your answer, and you give him a nod. “yeah sure.” your friend claps her hands, “great!”
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later back home, you two are curled in bed together, your back against his chest, “hey—y/n” you smile, he can’t see it, but you knew what was coming, “hm?” he lets out a heavy exhale before speaking. “I—“ you interrupt him, “what—you got baby fever?” you can feel him freeze up.
“shut up.” he murmurs, and you turn around to face him, pecking his lips. “you’d be a great dad megumi.” and his face turns to a light shade of pink which causes you to snort, “don’t just say things like that.” he grumbles.
“but just imagine us with a little girl or boy.” he murmurs quietly, “they’d drive you crazy.” a small smile forms, “yeah, but I’d love them like hell.”
a/n: megumi so cute !! again requests are open!! I’m in dire need of them.
summary: After Frank sees you holding your niece, he’s overcome with baby fever. So of course, when you get home he can’t stop himself and long story short he begs to put a baby in you!! 😃
authors note: read part 1 here!! okay this is basically just the after events of them getting home, Frank tells her how he feels and yk what’s next 🤷♀️🤷♀️ can read this without reading the first part!!
content: fem reader, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), uhh- major breeding kink, desperate!frank, size kink, spoiler- it doesn’t fit, husband!frank, pet names (mama, sweetheart, baby), praise, yearning!frank, he begs?!, aftercare!! because frank is a real man 🫡
word count: 4.6k
The front door had barely clicked shut behind you before the weight of the evening started pressing down on Frank. The drive home from your brother’s house had been thick with silence, his hand gripping your thigh, thumb stroking over your bare skin like he could somehow imprint the memory of you holding your niece right onto your skin.
Hours later, your house was quiet except for the hum of the city outside the windows. You’d changed into one of his worn t-shirts, the hem brushing your thighs as you moved around the kitchen making tea. Frank had tried to distract himself by flipping through channels, checking his phone, even loading the dishwasher. But nothing worked. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you cradling the baby against your chest, that soft smile on your lips as the little one wrapped her tiny fingers around yours. The way you’d rocked her so naturally, like it was the most effortless thing in the world. Like you were made for it.
He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop imagining it was your baby- his baby- sleeping against your chest instead.
Two hours have dragged by in this strange, warm feeling. You’ve curled up on the couch together watching something on TV, but Frank barely registers any of it. His arm stays locked around you, fingers tracing slow patterns over your stomach. Every few minutes he presses a kiss to your hair, the curve of your shoulder, each one lingering longer than the last. His body is tense, a low thrum of need running under his skin that wouldn’t settle.
By the time the clock ticks past midnight, his body is aching.
Frank finally stands up from the couch and crosses the room to where you’re standing by the window, staring out at the scattered city lights. He comes up behind you without a word, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest with a shaky exhale. His hold is tighter than usual, almost desperate, like he’s afraid you might slip away.
“God, baby,” his voice is rough, overcome with yearning as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. “I haven’t been able to think about anythin’ else since we left your brother’s. The way you looked holding her. Like you were meant to be a mom.”
“Aw, sweetheart,” you say gently, letting your head fall against his, as he breathes into your neck desperately. You knew something’s been up, especially with the way Franks been so quiet, almost something pensive about him.
A large hand of his slides down, splaying wide over your lower stomach, as his fingers press in with a kind of reverence. You can feel how hard he is against your ass, his hips involuntarily rolling forward as if his body is already trying to make it real. You try to stop yourself from letting out a whine, obviously needy now that he’s making all this baby talk.
“I keep picturing you like that with our baby,” he whispers hoarsely, his lips brushing your ear. His breathing is hot and uneven, like he’s not in control of himself. “Your belly full because of me. Your tits all heavy. Fuck, I’m losing my mind thinkin about getting you pregnant tonight.”
He turns you slowly in his arms, cupping your face with both hands. His eyes are glistening with pure, aching want. Gently, his thumbs brush over your cheeks as he searches your gaze to figure out what you think, his breathing ragged.
“I need it, sweetheart. Please-” His forehead drops to rest against yours, voice dropping to a broken murmur. “Let me take you to bed. Let me put a baby in you.” His voice is dripping with desperation, like he needs to see you like that. Holding his child.
“Alright baby, alright” you whisper, moving your hands behind his neck so he can anchor you, knowing the extreme weight of your words. You pull your head back, and nod gently. “I want that too Frank.” you whisper, a little emotional. “I wanna make a family of our own.” You let out a small, choked noise as Frank nods, moving your hair out of your face for you.
He presses his lips to your forehead, still being gentle for you despite how out of control he feels. “C’mere” he says, hands trailing down to your hips, before he lifts you up firmly, your legs wrapping around his torso. You can’t help but squirm, almost bucking your hips into his abs. “Easy, baby,” he murmurs, moving his face to your neck, peppering you with gentle, wet kisses.
You whine, head lolling to the side, and Frank gets it. “Mhm, I know baby, shh,” he coos, lips on your collarbone as you hold onto him desperately. He holds you steadily with one arm, the other reaching down, his fingers brushing against the hem of the fabric of your shirt. Well, his shirt. He lifts it up, and you help pull your arms out of it as he tugs it off, over your head.
You curse yourself for wearing a bra and panties under the shirt, because you need him so bad- but now there’s an extra barrier between you. Your tits are sore and aching, pressing against his chest as he pulls you closer, wanting to feel you against him.
Holding you steadily, he starts taking heavy steps towards the staircase, holding your head against his shoulder carefully, as if to keep you safe. Like a steady rhythm, he presses a kiss to your shoulder each step upstairs. Before you know it, you’re in your room, your bedside lamp filling the space with a golden glow.
You can’t help but gasp and whine at every graze of your skin on his, you don’t know what’s made you so sensitive tonight- besides your desperate want for Frank, to have his babies. “I know, sweet girl, I know,” he murmurs against your skin, voice thick with need. He’s laying you on your back, nestling you in the middle of the sheets on your bed.
You gasp at the contrast of the cool sheets on your skin, your body on fire with want. “Frankie,” you whine, clawing at his chest, trying to pull him closer onto you. He’s hastily moving his hands down your body, desperately kissing everywhere he can reach.
You whine, feeling molten as his hands burn into your bare skin. “Mhm sweetheart, we’ll make you feel so good” he coos, kissing your forehead, as one arm lifts your torso from below so he can undo your bra. It’s quickly thrown to the side, and his lips are all over your chest as he feels you with his calloused hands. “There we are baby, s’that better?” he whispers against your skin, palm kneading one of your tits, as his stubble grazes the other one.
His tongue is between your tits, moving lower as he worships his way down your body, kissing and licking until he reaches your stomach. His calloused palm rubs over it gently, his yes filled with longing. “Gonna make you the prettiest mama ever.”
His fingers are tracing the waistband of your lacy panties, and soon he’s sliding them down, discarding them to the side as he settles between your thighs, both his arms hooking under one to reach you better. “There’s my girl, all wet and ready f’me” he groans, inhaling your scent. “Been thinking about this pretty pussy all night.”
Slowly, he lowers his head, the flat of his tongue pressing against your slit. “Ohh, you taste so sweet baby” he murmurs against you, which makes you shudder.
He licks at you slowly, with purpose- like he has to savour the moment. His tongue parts you gently, your slick gathering in his mouth as you whine. “Mph, fuck- you’re perfect mama.” He’s loving on you, pressing messy kisses against you, his tongue working soft kitten licks against your folds, like you’re something fragile.
“Frankie I need you so bad” you moan breathlessly, his gentleness driving you to the edge. He mutters something against your core, and then he’s licking more messily, more fervently. His arms are still wrapped around your plush thighs while he starts to devour you now. You moan every time his nose nudges your clit, back arching up desperately. “Mm, oh- fuck!” you moan, legs feeling like jelly as he eats you like a favourite meal. “Frank- fuck!” you cry out, desperate for release.
Your hands move to his hair, and you push his face down- a little too frantic. He chuckles into your heat, but understands what you need. “Alright baby, easy.” he says lowly, licking noisily at your pussy, moving up to suck on your clit. That nearly breaks you, and you can’t do much but whine helplessly.
“Aw my baby’s so needy,” he groans, voice laced with faux sympathy. His eyes meet yours, mouth still clamped down on you, and his tongue meets your entrance. “Let go baby, alright?” he coos, tongue fucking you gently.
Your hips buck against his face as sweat gathers above your brows. “Frankie I’m so close-” you all but cry, knees weak as his mouth is back on your clit, the pressure deliciously perfect. “Shit- mph- Im gonna cum-” you mumble, barely able to get out a proper sentence.
“Cum f’me baby, that’s it” he praises as you finally break, thighs shaking around his head. Your orgasm hits you hard, back arching as you gasp and cry out his name. Frank licks you through every wave, murmuring sweet filth against your sensitive flesh.
He moves back, climbing back up, beginning to kiss you so deeply that you can taste yourself on his tongue. “My sweet girl” he praises, pulling the shirt off his body in one tug. He hovers over you, undressing himself as you watch him, both your legs limp. Still, his eyes don’t leave yours as he pulls his trousers off, your clothes now in a pile to the side of your bed.
“Look at me, baby,” he whispers, climbing back onto the bed, his cock bouncing against his thigh. He’s big, but thick too, and it’s a real stretch getting him to fit most of the time. He climbs between your thighs again, lifting your head gently to fix the pillows beneath your neck. “There we are mama, get’cha all comfy.”
Though it’s never been said, and he never pressures you into anything, you know one of his favourite positions are missionary. You don’t know it, but it’s because he can see your beautiful face, feel you against his chest as he holds you, makes love to you.
His mouth is beneath your ear, peppering kisses down your neck as he moves further down. He can’t hold himself back anymore, so he takes his dick into his palm, tugging himself a few times, head falling back in need as he groans. He looks back to you, lining himself up at your dripping slit. His aching tip nudges against you, slipping past your clit since you’re both wet with need. You twitch at the brief contact, and Frank tries again, pushing against you till his tip finally slips inside, plopping in place.
You gasp as he finally enters you, pushing in slowly. “There we are baby- god, you’re so tight” he groans, a hand on your hip. He bites his lip in concentration, pushing further as he watches your face. Your eyes close, wincing at how overwhelmingly big he is. “Think you can take it?” he asks sweetly, trailing a hand to the side of your face and cupping it lovingly.
You nod, eyes still squeezed shut as he stretches you out further. “That’s it baby,” he says, thumb moving along your jaw, “let me see those eyes.” You open your eyes and they meet his dark ones, all while he’s still gently pushing into you. “Almost there, you’re doing so well” he praises, leaning down to kiss your forehead. None of this matters to him if you’re not feeling loved.
He’s almost fully in, lips still brushing past your hairline, murmuring words of praise. You gasp sharply, digging your nails into his shoulders at the intense fullness, and he hasn’t even bottomed out yet. You feel like you’re going to tear. “Frank-,” you moan, but youre wincing; it sounds like you’re in pain.
“Hey, hey..” he says, eyebrows furrowed in concern as he moves back slightly to see you, “want me to stop, baby?” He rakes his fingers through your hair, tilting his head as he watches your face.
“I can take it” you say, shaking your head, wanting more.
“I know you can sweetheart, but I can’t let myself hurt you.” His voice is soft and caring, like he’s talking to something fragile. Still, his fingers are running gently through your hair as he watches you with his big dark eyes.
“Please Frankie, I want all of you,” you protest, shaking your head, “I promise I’m okay.” He can’t help but sigh, like he’s fighting with himself. He tilts his head, quiet for a second before he speaks.
“Baby, we can still do it like this, I can’t have you hurting yourself.” he says softly, shaking his head. He looks upset, like it’s his fault you’re hurt. “It ain’t worth it-”
“Frank.” You cut him short, and his hand makes its way to cup your face. “I can take it. I want all of you.” He frowns, watching you like the most treasured thing in his life before he sighs in defeat.
“Anything hurts, and you tell me to stop- okay? Anything.”
You nod, your sweet eyes never leaving his. “Alright baby,” he whispers, clenching his jaw as he pushes himself even deeper. “Deep breaths f’me, that’s it.” You hold his shoulders as he gets impossibly deeper, inhaling and exhaling deeply like he said. His own voice is strained when he speaks, “Attagirl, you’re doing so well.” It’s like he forgets his tight you are every time you fuck.
“Fuckkk” he groans, bottoming out into you. “I’m all the way in, sweet girl. Right up against your womb.” Something about the way he says it so bluntly makes you moan. His thumb drags across your bottom lip as you cry out, he hasn’t even started moving yet.
“Mm, please Frankie,” you whine, bucking your hips against him subconsciously.
“I know mama,” he murmurs, slowly starting to rolls his hips into yours. Your legs burn from having them up for so long in the air, and as if Frank can detect it, he helps you rest them around his hips. “There we are baby,” he groans, a little more need in his thrusts now, like he’s setting the rhythm.
You whine each time his cock grinds in and out of you, deliciously dragging past your walls. One of his hands is working at your tit, squeezing and moulding like you’re made of dough, just so he can feel every part of you. His other hand trails down to your side, stopping at the crease where your hip meets your thigh.
He keeps his hand tight there to keep you steady and continues thrusting- deep, needy rolls of his hips that quickly turn desperate. Skin slaps wetly against skin as he fucks you harder, eyes locked on yours the whole time. "You're so warm," he groans, head lolling back "m'gonna pump you so full tonight, baby."
He looks down, watching your stomach in awe, before guiding your hand to rest over your own stomach. "Feel that sweetheart? I'm so deep inside you." You nod, biting your lip at the overwhelming feeling of being so full. All of your senses are going insane. His own hand presses gently but possessively on your lower belly, feeling the bulge of his cock with every thrust. "That's where our baby's gonna grow.“
You moan and whimper beneath him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, trying to pull him impossibly closer. “You're taking me so well, my sweet girl.” The eye contact makes it even more intimate- his breath mingling with yours as he pants dirty, loving words into your neck. "Gonna cum so deep inside this pretty pussy. Fill you til you're stuffed."
After long, desperate minutes of missionary, his body presses flush to yours as he pants, sweaty and breathless. He kisses you hungrily, your tongues clashing all needily, and then slowly pulls out with a reluctant groan. “On your stomach f’me, sweetheart. Wanna breed you even deeper.”
He helps flip you over, his hands running down the slope of your back, lips following them to press hot, wet kisses all the way to your ass. Carefully, he hovers over you, then covers your back with his much larger body. He pulls your hips up just enough with a soft: “Attagirl,” and places a pillow beneath them. With a few more kisses against the back of your neck, he sinks back inside you in one smooth, filthy thrust. You cry out at, glad he did it slowly before, so at least you knew what to expect.
The new position lets him press you into the mattress, caging you in completely as he starts pounding desperately, like a dog in heat. “Oh fuck, baby, this is perfect. I can feel every inch of this sweet pussy.”His thrusts are deep and urgent, hips snapping against your ass with obscene sounds. If you weren’t so horny, you would’ve told him to quiet down, “incase the neighbours hear”. One hand reaches underneath to rub your clit while the other strokes your back lovingly. “Feel how deep my cock is, baby? Gonna pump load after load into you till you’re leaking me for days.”
You’re crying out into the sheets, pushing back against him desperately as your pussy flutters around his thick length. Frank’s voice stays sweet but deliciously pervy, the way you like it, right by your ear. “That’s my girl. Love how wet you get when I talk about breeding you. Gonna keep you stuffed every night till your belly starts swelling. Can’t wait to see these tits get heavy too- mm, all for our baby.”
You moan louder into the mattress, the pillow under your hips tilting you perfectly for him. Every thrust grinds against that spot deep inside you, making your toes curl. Frank’s weight pins you down so sweetly, as a thick arm braces beside your head, while the other keeps rubbing slick circles over your puffy clit. The slap of his hips against your ass fills the room and makes everything sound even filthier.
“Fuck, listen to that,” he growls against your ear, voice rough and loving all at once. “Taking me so well, brave girl.” He nips at your shoulder with his teeth, then soothes it with the flat of his tongue, all while his hips continue bucking into you restlessly. “You’re so tight, baby. Getting close again?”
You nod frantically, words lost in your throat as another deep stroke forces a broken whimper out of you. He feels your walls flutter harder around his cock, and groans lowly, like he’s pleased.
“Yeah? Gonna fall apart while I breed you? Go on sweet girl, lemme feel it.” His fingers press a little firmer on your clit, and he quickens his pace until finally, the coil snaps. You cry out his name, pulsing and gushing around him as pleasure takes over your body. Frank groans like he’s the one falling apart, his hips stuttering for a split second before he continues to fuck you straight through it, drawing out your pleasure for you.
He doesn’t even stop. If anything, he gets more desperate, like he wants even more from you.
“Attagirl- fuck, just like that.” His hand slides from your clit to grip your hip hard, pulling you back onto him with every thrust. “Gonna fill you up baby, keep this womb nice and full f’me.”
He shifts his angle slightly to drive even deeper, the head of his cock nudging your cervix with every snap of his hips. You’re still weak from your orgasm, whimpering as he uses you, his breath hot against your neck. “You okay baby?” he asks, voice gentle. “Think you can take it? Lemme get you nice and full?”
“Frankie- please-” you manage to choke out, voice hoarse. You push yourself back with all your might, and he understands.
“Alright, mama. I’m right there. Gonna pump you so fucking full.” He presses a kiss to your back, before his thrusts eventually turn erratic, grinding against you like he’s trying to bury himself inside you forever. “That’s it- fuck- gonna breed this perfect pussy.”
With a groan that sounds like it was ripped from his the bottom of his chest, he slams against you one last time and stays there, his cock throbbing inside you as he starts to cum. You’re flooded with that familiar substance, white hot like thunder, as pulse after pulse of it paints your insides.
He keeps rocking shallowly through it, pushing his load deeper, making sure none of it escapes. “Right there, baby, that’s where it belongs.” he groans, holding you tight as his hips continue bucking. His eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure as he groans lowly, and you’ve never felt him so vulnerable inside you.
You’re both panting, skin damp with sweat, limbs weak and limp. Frank stays buried deep against your soft ass, as he carefully collapses his weight onto you in a protective cage. He presses wet kisses along your spine and the back of your shoulder, murmuring praise between each kiss, like he wants your skin to absorb his words.
“Took me so well, pretty girl. Look at you, all stuffed and dripping.” One of his hands slide under you again, resting warmly over your lower belly where he’d pressed his palm earlier. “Can already imagine it. You round and glowing, carrying our little one. Gonna keep you like this, sweetheart. Filled up and loved every fuckin night.”
He stays inside you for a long moment, softening slowly but refusing to pull out yet. It’s like he wants to stay in the comfort of you for as long as possible. Lazy little rolls of his hips keep his cum right where he wants it, deep inside you. Eventually he moves himself to the side, pulling you against him so you’re tucked against his chest, a leg draped over his. His hand never leaves your belly, and as if he’s already protecting something precious, his thumb strokes back and forth against you.
He looks down at your hopeful eyes, and kisses your forehead, before moving to your lips, slow and sweet this time. “Rest up, baby,” he whispers, his voice husky and warm. “Gonna need to fill you at least twice more before morning.”
You stay curled against his chest, both of you still catching your breath. You smile softly against the skin of his chest, already feeling the warm trickle of his cum starting to slip down your thigh, but you know he’ll just push it back in with his fingers- or his cock- soon enough. Frank’s cock has softened inside you, but he keeps you pressed close, an arm around your waist while his other hand continues that soothing moment over your belly like he’s already imagining it round.
After a few quiet minutes, he presses a gentle kiss to your temple and gently starts to ease himself out of you. You whimper at the loss and the sudden feeling of being empty, but he’s already shushing you softly, as a parent would to a child.
“I know, baby. I’ve gotcha.” His voice is low, but so full of warmth as he speaks to you. He rolls you onto your back carefully, before kneeling between your spread thighs, his eyes darkening for a second as he watches his cum slowly drip from your pussy. Before you know it, two of his thick fingers push it back inside you, making you twitch. Your lips part and you whine softly, eyebrows furrowed from how overwhelmed you are.
“I know baby, I know.” he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower belly, before he slowly climbs off the bed. “I’ll be two secs,” he whispers reassuringly, turning around and leaving your room.
He returns quickly with a damp, warm cloth and a glass of water, watching you with awe as you lay down. He gently helps you sit up first, holding the glass to your lips as you drink. “Small sips, sweetheart. There we go, such a good girl f’me.” You drink obediently as he lets you hold the cup, so that he can move down slightly. He starts to wipe away at the crease between your thighs with the warm cloth, wiping away the mess as he presses small kisses to your inner thighs, urging you to part them slightly.
“Sore?” he asks, noticing the slight tremble in your legs. You nod, and he smiles warmly, setting the cloth aside. “Alright,” he says quietly, moving his big hands to your thighs, starting to work at your them firmly, before moving to your calves.His hands are strong but still gentle as he massages you, until you’re basically melting into the sheets with a soft sigh.
Once he’s satisfied you’re taken care of, he slides back into bed and pulls you beside him, whispering “that’s it pretty girl,” as your head rests near his heart. The covers are drawn up around you, enveloping you both in warmth. The air is warm, but in a familiar comforting way. His calloused fingers trace up and down your back, making you giggle, while his other hand cups the back of your head lovingly.
“You did so well tonight,” he whispers against your hair. “I’m so proud of you, sweet girl.” He tilts your chin up for a slow, deep kiss, and it’s nothing urgent this time, just purely affectionate. His mouth is warm and familiar, and if you could, you’d stay like this forever, with his skin against yours, his lips begging against yours.
“How do you feel? Any pain anywhere?” You shake your head, nuzzling back into his neck. He hums, full of relief and tightens his big arms around you, never wanting to let go.
“I meant every word mama, I can’t wait to watch your body change, to see you carry our baby.” His hand moves back to your belly, rubbing over it tenderly. “Even if it doesn’t happen right away, I’m keeping you stuffed and loved until it does. I’m gonna take care of you baby. Always.”
He reaches over and clicks off the lamp, tucking you even closer to himself as your legs stay tangled together. His voice grows a little sleepier, but it’s still full of that quiet reverence.
“Close your eyes, I gotcha. Gonna hold you all night long. And in the morning, I’ll make you breakfast all nice an pretty, and we can do it all over again if you want.”
You hum quietly, already drifting off to the beat of his heart. All you can feel now is the gentle press of his palm on your belly. You feel safe and cherished, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted.
It’s also all Frank’s ever wanted, after facing all the hardships in his life. A beautiful girl to love, someone he can confide in and call his. And finally, he has it. Nothing could make him happier. And he won’t let anything take this away from him.
He sighs contentedly as your warm breath fans against his skin, knowing you’re lying there, safe and full of him. No matter what, he’ll give you this baby. He’ll help start the family you’ve both always wanted, and be here for you through thick and thin.
As his eyes close, and his arm aches from the weight of your head against it, he thinks about the future you’re going to build together. The sounds of giggles and laughter filling your home. The warmth of a family to call his own.
— 1,550 words ⋆˚࿔ pairing: james x fem ! reader ⋆˚࿔ genre: fluff, romantic comedy, future family, established relationship ⋆˚࿔ warnings: baby fever, teasing, affectionate couple, & overwhelming cuteness. ⋆˚࿔ synopsis: it starts with one innocent tiktok video of a mom and her daughter doing a GRWM video.
saturday mornings were sacred.
no alarms, no responsibilities, no getting dressed before noon unless absolutely necessary.
james was sprawled across your shared couch wearing one of your oversized hoodies because he’d somehow stolen it months ago and declared it’s “ours.” his messy hair stuck out in every direction, one leg hanging over the armrest as he absentmindedly scrolled through tiktok.
meanwhile, you were in the kitchen attempting to bake chocolate chip cookies.
attempting.
“james!”
“hm?”
“do cookies normally smell… burnt after seven minutes?”
he didn’t even glance up. “depends.”
“on what?”
“whether they’re burnt.”
you dramatically frowned.
“you’re no help.”
“i believe in you, baby.”
“you absolutely shouldn’t.”
a small laugh escaped him.
“i know.”
you disappeared back into the kitchen with an exaggerated huff.
james smiled to himself before continuing to scroll.
a dog video, sometimes ramen making videos, basketball edits, a travel blog in japan, a man passionately explaining why raccoons were secretly geniuses.
swipe.
then…
a little girl appeared on the screen, she couldn’t have been older than four.
her dark hair was tied into two pigtails, she wore pink pajamas covered in tiny strawberries.
she waddled into the frame holding two oversized bows.
“mommy!”
a women stepped into view.
“yes?”
“ready for our GRWM?”
the mom dramatically gasped.
“i’ve been waiting ALL morning.”
james paused the video.
the caption read.
GRWM mommy & daughter for brunch ! 💕
curious, he restarted it.
the little girl held up a bow.
“purple… or pink?”
her mom pretended to think very hard.
“hmm…”
the little girl sighed dramatically.
“…pink.”
“excellent choice!”
james smiled.
the next few minutes were nothing but pure sweetness.
the mom gently brushing her daughter’s hair. the little girl insisting she brush mommy’s hair too, despite making absolute zero progress.
matching floral dresses, tiny white sneakers.
the daughter trying to apply chapstick before accidentally putting it on her nose instead.
both of them laugh so hard neither of them could breathe.
at the end of the video, they stood in front of a mirror. the mom wrapped an arm around her daughter.
“who are we?”
the little girl threw both fists into the air.
“THE PRETTY GIRLS!”
the video ended, james stared at the screen.
then tapped replay.
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you walked into the living room carrying a plate of slightly overcooked cookies.
“i brought gifts.”
silence.
“james?”
nothing.
he was still staring at his phone.
slowly, suspiciously, you sat beside him.
“what has captured your attention so thoroughly?”
without saying a word, he handed you his phone.
you watched it.
the little girl, the matching outfits, the bows, the mirror pose, the tiny voice yelling, “THE PRETTY GIRLS!”
when it ended, you smiled.
“aww.”
“…right?”
“they’re adorable.”
“…right?”
“i love her little purse.”
james nodded very seriously.
“it had crackers.”
“and a dinosaur.”
“a very practical child.”
you giggle before looking at him.
he was… strangely quiet.
“…james.”
“hm?”
“you have a face.”
“i’ve always had a face.”
“you have that face.”
“what face?”
“the one that says your brain is thinking some dangerous thoughts.”
he rubbed his jaw.
“i…”
“you?”
“i think…”
“what?”
he looked at you with the sincerity of someone confessing a life altering realization.
“i have baby fever.”
you blinked
“…what?”
“i hav baby fever.”
“you?”
“yes.”
“the same james who said babies were ‘tiny like potatoes’?”
“they grow.”
“i know they grow.”
“and then they become…” he pointed toward his phone. “…that.”
you stared at him for another second. then burst into laughter.
james groans dramatically.
“don’t laugh.”
“i’m sorry!”
“i’m being vulnerable.”
“you are!”
“the algorithm attacked me.”
you laughed harder, nearly dropping the cookies.
“this is serious.”
“you’ve known about this for exactly four minutes.”
“it only took three minutes.”
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unfortunately…
tiktok noticed.
the algorithm smelled weakness.
within an hour…
every fourth video was a baby.
a baby laughing because someone sneezed. a toddler trying to say “spaghetti.” a dad braiding his daughter’s hair. a newborn yawning. a little girl painting her father’s nails bright purple.
james watched every single one.
“…she’s trying so hard,” he whispered as the tiny girl proudly painted every finger except the nail.
you peeked over the couch.
“are…”
he sniffed dramatically.
“…are you getting emotional?”
“no.”
“your eyes are shiny.”
“seasonal allergies.”
“you’ve never had allergies.”
“i just developed them!”
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later that afternoon…
you stopped at the grocery store.
james pushed the cart while you wandered through the aisles.
everything was perfectly normal.
until he stopped walking.
you looked back.
“…james?”
he wasn’t even looking at you, he was staring at the baby section.
tiny socks, tiny hats, tiny shoes, miniature overalls no bigger than his forearms.
slowly, he walked over.
“oh no,” you muttered.
he picked up a pair of dinosaur socks.
they were impossibly small.
he held them in both hands. “they’re…”
he looked at you with genuine disbelief.
“so tiny.”
“they’re for babies.”
“i know.”
“they have tiny feet.”
“i know.”
“they’re dinosaur socks.”
“i can see that.”
his voice softened.
“imagine…”
you folded your arms. “i’m listening.”
“our little girl wearing these.”
you smiled despite yourself.
“or a little boy.”
he nodded.
“or our little boy.”
his thumb brushed over the fabric. “they’re so little…”
you walked over beside him.
“they won’t stay little forever.”
“i know.”
“they’ll grow.”
“i know.”
“and they’ll steal your hoodies.”
he smiled.
“…just like someone else i know.”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“you absolutely do.”
“you stole my hoodie.”
he looked down at the oversized hoodie he was currently wearing.
“…fair point.”
you reached over, gently taking the tiny socks from his hands before setting them back on the shelf.
“c’mon.”
he sighed dramatically.
“i’ve changed.”
“you watched one tiktok.”
“it was a very powerful tiktok.”
you laughed, slipping your hand into his.
as the two of you continued shopping, james glanced back at the baby aisle one last time.
just for a second, then he smiled to himself.
maybe one day. not today, not tomorrow, not next week, but someday…
the thought will no longer feel distant, it felt warm, like a future waiting patiently around the corner.
