Summary: You and Steve wanted to have a baby. With a little bit of sex pollen and a fertility ritual you were ready to make it happen.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader
Warnings: swearing, breeding kink, sex pollen, witchcraft, size kink if you squint.
(A/N: so clearly I have a thing for breeding kink with Steve, but can you really blame me?)
It was a beautiful sight to behold. Your gorgeous husband kneeling across from you, waiting patiently for you to join him. Steve was already naked and looking at him like this made you swoon. His cheeks were flushed and his chest was falling up and down with deep breaths. As he turned to look at you there was this fire in his blue eyes already. Fuck, he must have been feeling it already.
It was almost 3am with a full moon. The witching hour was going to be upon you which was the perfect time to go through with the ritual. Even though Steve was human, though there was a possibility that he may actually be a god, it was still the best time. Your magic was at its most powerful and you didn’t have to wait any longer.
Let’s say Ari requested that you trim his hair ( just the ends). So you get him all situated in the chair etc. while you are cutting his hair would Ari shamelessly check you out? Being so close to him. Maybe even touch?
Oh, anon, I had such a sexy idea when I first started writing this, but it kinda fell away. I'm sorry. Hope you like it anyway.
You folded your arms over your chest, leaning against the front door frame of your home. Shaking your head at your neighbours sheepish grin, his hair a disheveled mess falling around his face.
Ari lifted the empty Tupperware container up high, "Returning all cleaned and with a very satisfied stomach."
You snapped the container from his hand, spying a crusted piece of pasta still left on the rim and raised an eyebrow in humour at him.
Ari smirked, "Mostly clean?"
You pushed off the frame, walking further into your home, shouting back. "Did you eat today?"
Ari closed the door, following you into the kitchen, taking a seat at your little kitchen island. "Some nachos around noon."
You rinsed the Tupperware and put it in your dishwasher before turning to face him. "Ari, you're a mess."
"Sweetheart, we're in a pandemic, we're all a mess. At least I'm trying to still have a little fun."
"By ordering dinner from 711 and calling old girlfriends for quickies?"
"Jealous, sweetheart," Ari remarked with a twinkle in his eye. "You know my door's always open - I've never been shy about that."
You felt a cramp in your belly but you waved it off. "Thank you, but even though I'm younger than you, I feel like your mom some days."
Ari quirked an eyebrow, a smile lighting up his face, "I mean, I could he pursuaded to explore that particular kink, if you like."
You scowled, reaching over the island to muss up his hair, a few bits of dust falling to the counter. "Jesus, Ari - when's the last time you washed your hair? Or trimmed it?"
"One - I washed it last week. Two - I was sanding that old table in the garage I'm refurbishing for the Barbers. And three - I like it long."
"So do I," you commented, but quickly followed it with "that doesn't mean it doesn't need a trim," so he wouldn't linger on your admission.
Ari pulled his head away from your fussing. "So do something about it. You've been doing your own hair since everything shut down - do mine."
You may have let out a little squeek of joy, and Ari may have noticed and enjoyed it wholeheartedly, but chose to not embarrass you with it.
"If you're serious, I'll do it," you challenged.
Ari slid off the stool and opened his arms wide "All yours."
You set up your scissors and comb, laying them out on the towel on the kitchen counter. Grabbing your shampoo and conditioner from the bathroom, Ari smirked as you placed them next to the scissors before pulling your dining room chair to the sink.
"Sit," you instructed.
You tossed Ari a small towel as he walked over slowly, shrugging off his denim shirt to leave him in just a white tee before wrapping the towel around his neck. Sitting down, you ran the water to find the perfect temperature before encouraging him to lean back.
You scooped water over his hair and Ari hummed quietly as you washed his hair.
With all his jokes and teasing, Ari had been pining over you for nearly two years. It wasn't just infatuation - it was something more. It all started the night you knocked on his door - completely drunk - asking for directions to your house cuz the uber driver dropped you off at the wrong address All he had to do was point across the street and laugh.
"That feels nice," Ari spoke softly as you ran your fingers through his hair, rinsing out the conditioner.
You just smiled until the water ran clear, squeezing excess water from his tendrils. He sat up and you brushed the towel over him, drying his hair. When you pulled the towel away, his hair was sticking out at all ends and you laughed so hard you nearly doubled over as tears spilled from your eyes.
You wiped away the wetness from your cheeks and smiled. "I'm sorry. It isn't even that funny. I just really needed -"
"You have never been more beautiful."
It wasn't the words so much that caused the lump in your throat. It was the way he said it, the mood of his face - the sencerity. You coughed, clearing your suddenly dry throat.
Leaning over, you picked up the comb and slowly began to work it through the knots in his hair, moving back and forth and reaching behind.
You settled in front of him, running the comb down the sides, eyeing the length. Only a little, you told yourself - just the ends.
So caught up in your work, your heart skipped a beat when you felt his hands on your legs. His palms were warm as they smoothed up your thighs. Your eyes met his and Ari held your stare before rising, running his hands up your hips until they rested on your ribs, his thumbs lightly brushing your breasts.
Your heartbeat screamed in your ears, unable to look away from the deep pools of blue that studied you. He spoke a silent question and you nodded.
Ari leaned down, his eyes still on yours as he drew in, capturing your lips with his. It was slow at first - tentative - his mouth tasting yours until you opened in response to his questing tongue.
Two years of lustful glances and drunken nights with lots of laughter, caught up with you and the comb fell from your hands to the floor below as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
Ari leaned down, picking you up so you could wrap your legs around his hips. Your hands moved all over him, feeling the thick muscles underneath his shirt as he walked you toward your bedroom.
Your kisses grew like a bonfire on starry night, lighting up the sky. His tongue danced with yours as you nibbled his lips. Ari quickly broke free, his lungs demanding air. He stared up at you, your lips swollen, your eyes glassy and lust blown.
"I'm going to make your body sing, sweetheart. Not because you need it. But because I'm selfish and have wanted you in my arms since the day I met you."
You shook your head ready to speak, but Ari smashed his lips to yours before gently lowering you to the bed. You groaned, humping his knee he so graciously placed in the perfect position for you. But you clawed at his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it away.
Ari leaned back on his heels as he looked down at your writhing body, admiring the beauty of your body finally setting itself free.
You humped his leg and cried for him to fill you, but Ari just spread himself over you, his lips finding your ears, "I'm gonna need you to get off a few times before that happens, sweetheart. That pretty, needy, pussy of yours needs to be soaked for me to fit," he kissed your forehead. "First ones a freebie, honey. Next one is going to be on my tongue, and I can't promise the third and forth won't be as well. Now, take what you need to dull the ache, you're in for a long night."
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