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oh my god i just had the most amazing thought for a steven grant one shot

so what if you’re a librarian that works at a library near the museum where steven works at and after a particularly hard shift he comes in all needy, so you fuck him in a private room and his whimpers and moans are loud so you’re like “shhh you gotta be quiet my love or im gonna stop” and he’s like “no no please don’t stop ill be quiet just please don’t stop”

IM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS

At the Campsite || Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Summary: your new, fitted shorts have Marc going wild while on camping with you

Warnings: smut without plot 🔞

Word count: 846

Author: Rouge

You've yearned for it and craved it. And you couldn't have been happier when Marc agreed to go camping with you. Preparation took a few days because you needed to buy a new tent and sleeping bags, as well as some other items and food to bring with you.

Marc would do anything for you, even if he wasn't thrilled with the idea at first.

You chose a campground with a variety of cycling and hiking trails.

When the two of you arrived at the location, you began erecting the tent. You couldn't shake the feeling Marc was constantly scrutinizing you, and you began to wonder if it was because of the new shorts you bought for the trip. "Marc, could you help me with these steel profiles?"

"Sure," Marc replied, eager to assist you with the tent. Even though he didn't like the sudden idea of camping in the middle of nowhere, he couldn't say no to you. "Should you go take care of the fire? This is something you can handle, baby."

Your reply was a quick nod. "That's a good thought."

It took you a long time to collect some brambles for tinder. After gathering some large stones, you excavated a small pit and circled it with stones to protect the grass from catching fire.

"Well, well, look at you, I'm beginning to think you're a pro camper," when you got back to your feet, Marc ruffled your hair.

You simply smiled at him and went to look for marshmallows in your backpack. "Do you want to eat?"

Marc's gaze never left you, especially your stick out ass when you leaned against your backpack. "I like your new shorts," he said lightheartedly.

You quickly turned your head to face him. "Do you? They're just material shorts."

"Which hug your ass so nicely," Marc got closer and placed his large palm on your buttock, squeezing it.

You let out a loud gasp as you stopped looking for the items in your backpack and turned fully to wrap your arms around his strong neck.

Marc yanked one of his hands under your ass and easily picked you up in the blink of an eye.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips to keep yourself from falling. "Did my shorts just turn you on?" You inquired teasingly.

"Mhm," was the only response he could muster.

Soon after, you two found each other in the tent; you laying down on the sleeping bag, Marc hovering over you, kissing your neck, his hands slipping under your t-shirt. When one of his hands reached into your shorts, he discovered you didn't wear underwear. Marc cracked a grin. "Aren't you being a naughty girl today?"

You nodded, rolling your hips at the sensation of his thick fingers rubbing against your clitoris. "You know I like to be a bad girl every now and then."

Marc didn't waste any time and quickly removed your t-shirt, followed by your shorts.

With a loud grunt, you reached for his belt and unfastened it with your skilled fingers.

Marc assisted you by pushing his jeans down his legs along with his boxer shorts while you wrestled his shirt off of him.

Marc yanked one of your legs around his hip, lining his cock with your entrance, pushing into you with ease because you were dripping wet at the time.

Your head rolled back as you muttered a quiet fuck.

Marc thrusted into you in slow but powerful thrusts, making sure to bury his entire shaft in your core every time. With time, his groans turned into moans.

As you gazed into his beautiful, brown eyes, you wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his right bicep. "Marc... Just like that, love."

He leaned in to kiss your lips, the kiss sloppy and messy as he moaned loudly into your lips.

You snatched a handful of his thick hair as he quickened his pace, sliding in and out of you faster than ever before.

"I love you," he said quietly, the first drops of sweat forming on his forehead. "So warm and wet for me."

You wrapped your other leg around his hip, allowing him to penetrate you even further than before. It was met with his grunt of endorsement.

You soon felt your walls spasming around his throbbing cock, tightly hugging it. You moaned his name and proceeded to milk his member with your warm, thick release.

Marc lasted for a few more seconds before backing himself out of your pussy. He jerked himself a few times before cumming on your belly with a deep grunt, his head rolled back. Soon, Marc rested his forehead against yours, and you cupped his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing against his light stubble as you both panted heavily, coming off the peak.

"I love you," you whispered.

He chuckled deeply, kissing the base of your nose. "I love you too, Y/N."

"I think I should wear shorts more often, if they make you go that wild," you joked, licking your lower lip.

𝓓𝓪𝔂 9 - A Slow Foreplay || Marc Spector x fem!reader

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Summary: Marc heats you up slowly, taking his time to play with your boobs.

Warnings: smut (nipple play, cumming without penetration)

Word count: 962

Author: Rouge

A/N: the prompt for today is: Nipple Play

Marc's eyes glisten at the sight of your beautiful eyes, already filled with need, lust, and nerves.

“Hi, Y/N,” Marc says, grinning. Your rapid breathing is slowed by his confident voice. He holds out his hand and guides you into the room.

“Hi,” you reply briefly, biting your lower lip.

Marc doesn't let go of your hand, he pulls you toward him, past him, spinning you around; it feels uncontrolled, but you gave him your complete surrender when you crossed the threshold and now you trust Spector implicitly. An involuntary moan follows the thump of your back against the door. Mark's passion for you and your body is sparked by the look in your eyes.

Marc lifts both hands above your head, effectively pinning you in place with his body. No fighting or overpowering here, which pleases and disappoints Spector; he holds your wrists tightly with one hand and runs his unoccupied hand behind your head, into your hair, and kisses you deeply.

Your head is controlled, his lips are on yours, his tongue explores and dominates you; you kiss him back, then yield, demurring to the sensations, to the feeling of warmth building inside, half embarrassed and half loving how wet you are already for Marc, wanting that moment to never end but at the same time wanting to be fucked hard as soon as possible.

He is tightly hugging you, applying pressure with his hips, making sure you can feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock across your hip. Your wonderfully pert breasts and rigid nipples are exposed by Marc's hand sliding down the elasticated top of the dress; he ends the kiss to marvel at the sight, taking the hard nipple between thumb and forefinger while cradling your breast in his warm hand.

When you roll your head away from his, you let out just the most perfect mew of arousal, exposing your neck and ear to his warm lips and sharp teeth. His lips are at your ear and he whispers softly, his voice full of lust and promise. He tells you how hot you are, how much he needs and wants you, and how he will fuck you senseless.

Your breathing is rapid again.

His fingers release your nipple as he runs his tongue around and over it; he flicks his tongue around the hard nipple and draws it into his mouth, rolling it over and over, grazing his teeth over it, creating sparks of pleasure in your vulnerable body as he does this. He gently eases your dress down towards your hips, over them, and then lets it fall to the floor; his hands firmly grip your hips, making your prettiest, most revealing knickers crinkle under the pressure, as he kisses your hips and feels fingers in his thick hair.

Admonishing, he stands over you, fully clothed while you're all but naked. As he leads you to the bed, you step out of the dress, stopping by its side, eyeing the improvised restraint already in place. His hand runs over the curve of your ass before gently positioning you in a seated position as he slides your knickers off.

The only guide you have are Marc's eyes, which command as firmly and unambiguously as if he was speaking. Your plump, wet, quivering pussy is offered up to Marc as you look up at him with beautiful, submissive eyes.

A few seconds later, he firmly tightens your wrists together above your head, testing the restraint. "You are absolutely fucked,” Marc whispers into your ear as he lowers his head to kiss your cheek.

When he caresses and kisses, he runs his hands over the restrained body, and your nipples harden, but they don't interfere too much with his eager hands. 

As Marc positions himself between your spread legs, your pussy is perfectly presented to him, your plump, smooth, full lips glistening enticingly already. The man leans forward and reaches for your breast. He holds it tightly, the pert flesh sensuously in his hand, eager to focus more attention on your breasts by firmly rolling your nipples. Marc squeezes your nipples tightly between his fingers as he grinds his clothed, hardened erection against your dripping pussy.

“Marc,” a tiny whisper escapes your lips as you roll your head back.

While he grinds his hips into you, Marc smiles as he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples. His tongue flicks against it and soon Marc is sucking on it slowly.

You moan louder and tug on the restraint that keeps your arms above your head, unhappy about not being able to touch him. “Marc, I’ll cum, baby,” you tell him, your voice barely audible.

His head rises up and he leans toward you for a kiss, one hand cupping your breast and slowly, gradually squeezing it; shortly, he returns to sucking your nipple, his fingers pinching your second, hardened nipple.

You also start grinding against his crotch; the sight of his throbbing erection sends shivers up your spine and you can only utter his name as you whine. The restraint is strained to its limit as your body writhes in perfect pleasure, followed by a loud gasp. “Oh my God, Marc, I'm cumming!”

Your nipple is still in Marc's mouth as he feels himself cumming within his jeans. He catches your nipple with his teeth before sucking harder than he ever has before, grunting at the same time.

You whimper under him, still grinding your pussy against the damp spot on his jeans, licking your lower lip as you watch his blissful expression.

He reaches for his pants to adjust his cock as he whispers, "I love you. Are you ready for more?”

Nodding, you look Spector in the eye with an innocent smile on your lips.