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: "Hey you can marc spector x reader pregnant ? smut?" I am this request so i want marc comes back from Egypt and sees the reader in a short tank top that shows their baby bump and marc turns on the image - anon
pairing: marc spector x pregnant!fem!reader
word count: 701
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, oral (f receiving), pet name (baby), not proofread
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The worst part of Steven living in London, Marc decided, was the damn heat in the summer. The majority of the buildings in the city—in the country—were not equipped for air conditioning, and Marc was about ready to melt into a goddamn puddle. He'd almost prefer remaining in the desert than coming back to London's heat wave. But, he supposed, there were some pros to it.
When Marc walked into Steven's flat, his breath was taken away. His breath was usually taken away when he saw you, an absolute goddess living amongst men, but this was different. It was so, so different. When you first told him you were pregnant, he thought he was ready for it. Well, not exactly ready, but he knew this was something he wanted. He sat with you every time you had a bad bout of morning sickness. He was there at your doctor's appointments. He read every book under the sun so he knew how he could be there for you. But god, nothing could have prepared him for how fucking beautiful you looked carrying his kid.
Especially now, with your tight little tank top and little short shorts on. You had half a dozen fans blowing on you, your tank top riding up your stomach, revealing that beautiful baby bump. Fuck. Marc just wanted to drop to his knees and worship you.
Your head lifted as you heard him shut the door. A smile stretched across your face. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. "Marc! C'mere, I missed you."
Marc surged forward, kneeling in front of you. He pressed a kiss to your bump, resting his cheek on it. "Hi, baby. Everything go okay while I was gone?"
You carded your fingers through Marc's hair. "Mhm. Haven't really left this spot too much beyond going to the bathroom and getting food."
Marc hummed. "Poor baby. Must've been real hard, not having anyone to take care of you."
"So hard," you pouted. "Missed you so much. Was ready to start crying when you came in."
"Oh no, we can't have that. Can't have my pretty girl crying at all, can I?" Marc sank a little lower on his knees, hooking fingers around the waistband of your shorts. "I think I gotta lot of making up to do, huh? Better get started right now, don't you think?"
"Fuck, Marc, please," you whined, throwing your head back.
"Yeah? You want me to fuck you? How do you want me, baby? My fingers? My cock?" he asked, sliding your shorts and panties down your legs.
You shook your head.
"Oh, you want me to eat you out, hm? Want to cum on my tongue?" He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh. He lifted one hand, starting to slowly rub your clit. "Mm, getting wet just at the thought of it, aren't you? I've really neglected you, haven't I, pretty girl?"
"More, baby, gimme more—"
And, god, you didn't have to ask him twice. He buried his face between your legs, taking his clit between his lips. He pressed one finger into your cunt, then a second one, scissoring his fingers in you as he lapped at your juices. Fuck. Was it not enough for you to be so gorgeous? Was it really fair for you to taste so sweet, too? He couldn't believe he was so lucky to have you.
You let out a moan, tugging on Marc's hair, trying to pull him even closer to the paradise between your legs. And of course Marc was more than happy to oblige. Marc pressed a third finger, relishing into how you spasmed around him. God. Marc could die happy doing this, making you feel as good as you make him feel.
"Marc, I'm gonna—"
"Go ahead, baby, I got you," Marc said.
You came with a shout, your legs closing around his head as you rode out your high. Marc slowly pulled away, sucking your juices off his fingers as he rose up your body.
"You're fucking perfect," Marc said, kissing you gently. "And you can expect a lot more of that, yeah? Gotta lotta making up to do."
