Hiii could you do a Steve x reader fic where he’s got like a breeding kink ??? Thank you x
OKAY so this, this kink, I actually live for agh!!! Btw I’m sorry it’s so long y’all, I got carried away....
It started out as something so simple.
“I wonder if our kid would look good in that.”
It wasn’t a remark you’d expected your Avenging full-time superhero fiance, husband to-be, to spout out at such a time. At any time, truthfully.
Given your sister was due to give birth to her first child, a baby girl, in less than a month’s time you and Steve had opted to buy her a more practical and logistical baby shower gift. She’d told you all the things her nor her wife had got for their baby yet, you saw the list and after verbally brainstorming with Steve over your morning coffee’s, you agreed that the best gift for the new addition would be a practical and gorgeous baby changing unit with fitted padding lining for the little bundle to lay on.
You saw the exact one your sister had ‘mentioned’ and ‘helped’ Steve to lift the flat-pack into your trolley. You say ‘helped’ because who are you, regular human, to come to the physical rescue of the most enhanced human specimen on this planet? An idiot, if so.
Luckily for you both, the early Saturday morning was taking its toll on the shops and through the entire shopping trip you were granted unceremonious peace and quiet to just be and to shop with no threat of obsessive fans tracking your boyfriend out for selfies. He hated them, not like he’d say though.
It was while you were picking out one or two outfits to put alongside the baby change unit when Steve said it. The thought of children never really crossed your mind realistically as of late, sure you’d want to be a mother and sure, you’d preferably like it if Steve could be the father of the said child or children, but that was always spoken of as the ‘one day’ future. A hypothetical future where all the if’s and but’s did and didn’t come to fruition.
For Steve, it was suddenly becoming more and more of a realistic thought for the imminent future. What could you say - he is a traditional man.
You turn to look back at him with a questioning yet soft gaze with a hum. Steve looks from you to the little deep blue and white stripped baby-grow with a shy and, albeit, an embarrassed smile on your lips. “Well y’know, a baby would be cute and all and-” You cut off his rambling with a tender hand on his and a peering look up into his glistening blue azure eyes.
You smile warmly at his attempts to gloss over his words. “You got baby fever, have you Stevie?” You purr with a knowing look.
A brush erupts over his ever-so slightly freckled cheeks and gives him a hard-time trying to gather his thoughts. Did you- were you two on the same page right now? “I guess I have, yeah.” You take that as all the confirmation you’ll need at the moment and take one last glance back at him before trotting towards the tills. “Good.”
“Good? What’d you mean good?”
It had been a month since that day and since then, you had become the aunt to a very bubbly and very gorgeous little girl. Your sister nor her wife couldn’t be more happier and neither could you - nor Steve. All it took was a look at watching you holding the little cooing bundle of joy with a look of pure happiness and refreshing promise that told him all he needed to know; if he ever wanted a family with you, which he oh so definitely did, you would be a stellar mother. It was in your nature every time you saw the bundle of joy and Steve knew he couldn’t keep his secrets concealed much longer.
He needed to open himself up to you.
That night, Steve kept wringing his hands as he sat on the edge of your bed, the sounds of water being swilled down the basin as you did your nightly routine. What if you were repulsed by the idea? Had he ever let it slip before that time in Babies-R-Us? Were you just saying nothing because you detested the idea and were just letting him down softly?
“Hey, you alright babe?” Your hand flashing before his eyes woke him from his trance and before he knew it, the time had come. No holds barred, he thought before allowing you to slip into his lap, your white silk nightgown riding up in the process.
Your arms wrap around his neck with a soft tenderness. “Penny for your thoughts?”
Steve swallows the invisible lump in his throat. “Uh I wanna talk to you about something, really important.” He lied, it wasn’t that important in respect.
“I-I think I have a new kink. Well it’s not so much a new kink but it’s one I thought I-” You silenced him with a single finger to his lips and a smile gracing your lips.
“You have a breeding kink, don’t you?” Bingo.
Steve’s whole wording stumbles and falls at that moment, his hands growing still on your hips. “I do, y-yeah.”
Steve fails to understand what ‘good means - again - until he can feel your hands sliding down his abs and down to his growing erection settled deep in his boxers. “Well?” you look back at him expectantly.
Steve, the ever-intuitive Silver star hero, is a loss for words and his mind blank as the unused pages in his sketchbook. “Huh?”
“Aren’t you gonna fuck a baby into me, Mr Rogers?”
It had been seven months since you had, ever-so politely, asked your husband to give you a baby and true to his words, he did. Mornings had always been your favourite time of the day, a slumber rising off the neighbourhood and bringing in the usual day but for you it was always nice to enjoy the mornings when you had absolutely nothing to do.
Except to keep two very hungry and active semi-supersoldier babies sated in your womb.
You fail to notice the door creaking open and the smell of pancakes waft into the room until you saw a cup of coffee placed at your bedside - decaf, of course. “Thanks babe.” You give Steve a sweet and quick kiss on the lips, watching him with soft eyes as he rounds the bed and places the tray with an obscene amount of pancakes on in between the two of you.
A stray hand finds its way to your bare and rounded stomach as you begin to tuck in to the heavenly breakfast before you. You smile at the caress of Steve’s hand against your bump. “How are they?”
You gulp down the food in your mouth with a gasp. “Happy to see their daddy.”
You suddenly feel the itch of your loins burning back up again with a distant roar. You push the tray aside and allow yourself to clamber onto Steve’s lap, your growing swell nestled deep between each other. He loved that, although he’d never say it directly. “Very happy.” You allow the wetness gathering on your panties to do the talking as you ground down and slow against Steve’s crotch.
He groans at the contact. “You really want me to fuck that third baby into you, don’t you?” The idea of you swelling up even more with Steve’s children, your breasts swollen obscenely and dipping with succulent milk, your hips and ass taxed and widened by the added weight seemed to all but swim around in your heads like curse.
Biologically impossible but still so hot.
You sigh at the friction. “You know I do.” Steve grasps at the swell of your plush ass to stop you before he creamed his own boxers before it was too late.
Steve simply smiles at you with a devilish look in his eyes before sliding onto his length, rich and girthy in all aspects. “Good.”
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