a collection of blurbs and headcanons from my tumblr, starryevermore.
ft. steven grant, marc spector, and jake lockley
[18+ MINORS DNI - INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT]
request: Ik I sent a Bucky Barnes request a few days ago but a random character of your choice this time cause idk who to choose. NSFW (is that the right order...or is it nfsw?) anyways Person A returns home and tells B that their friends baby is really cute and they should have a family in a few years and person B is like "why not now..." idk. But if your comfortable with it can you write it? If not it's completely fine!
pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector
word count: 445
warnings?: implied smut, implied breeding kink, pet name (honeybee/baby), not proofread
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"You've been awfully handsy since we left," you laughed as Steven nipped at your neck while you tried to unlock the apartment door. "What's gotten into you? I thought you hated PDA."
"That's the grumpy bloke," Steven mumbled, pressing kisses at the spot where you neck connected to your shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sure Marc loves when you call him that," you said, finally unlocking the door, pulling Steven inside. "Not that I don't love this, but what's gotten into you, baby?"
"Just been thinking of you, and us," Steven whispered, shutting the door with his foot, spinning you around so you were facing him. His eyes were filled to the brim with love as he looked at you, cradling your face in his hands. "Our future, and everyone who comes into our future."
And it hit you. Why Steven was being so affectionate.
You had to go to a little birthday for one of your co-workers and you brought Steven along. While you were there, you played with your co-workers little nieces and nephews and, well, you supposed seeing you with kids really did something to Steven.
"You think about our future?" you asked, running your fingers through his hair.
His eyes fluttered shut for a second, smiling at the feel of your touch. Then his eyes opened again, the corners crinkling as he smiled. "I always think about our future, honeybee."
"Tell me about it," you said.
"We'd have a big house somewhere. It'd be me, and you, and Marc. We'd have a coupla little 'uns running around. They'd look like the most beautiful combination of you and me. We wouldn't have to worry about anything, because we'd be a big, happy family."
"How many kids?" you asked, a smile curling across your face.
"As many as you want."
"How many do you want?"
"As many as you'll let us give you," Steven said. Then, his demeanor changed ever so slightly, and you realized Marc was fronting. "We'd have more kids than you could imagine," Marc said. "We'd keep you nice and full of our kids, having our little family grow and grow and grow."
"Sounds like we're gonna have a lotta kids," you said. "I suppose we should get started, shouldn't we?"
Marc's eyes lit up. "You mean it, baby?"
"You're not the only one who's been thinking about our future, baby," you said. "Now c'mon, show me just how much you want that happy little family."
"Don't need to tell me twice," Marc said, scooping you up in his arms, taking you over to the bed. "Hope you're ready for a long, long night."
