Just Him Ig

just him ig <3

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the og post was way too long so I'm making a new one

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You're stuck in a room with the last character in your gallery how safe are you

very safe

the worst thing that could happen is him being clumsy, so I think I'm alright (unless monsters find him I guess)

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HEY GUYS OH MY GOD LOOK AT THIS YO WTF

it's just my sideblog @stardustvacuum, where I will now be posting all of my writing tips, advice and non-fanfiction related material. If that's what you have been following me for, head on over there! I'll be moving my stuff over and hopefully be done by tomorrow PST (fingers crossed). I will not be updating this acct with writing tips and life advice stuff anymore.

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Hi!!!! Idk if you’re taking requests right now and it’s totally cool if you don’t but I was wondering if you could write the boys with aftercare?!?! One or all, writings choice! If you’d like with one of them maybe the reader safewords? If you’re not comfortable with that I completely understand ASDGHJKL

But anyway I love love love you’re writing you’re so fucking talented 🥺

ROMANA I LOVE YOU OMG YES

So we’re going to go with Marc on this one because I truly cannot imagine safewording with Steven (I mean he’s really hot, but a dork y’know, and I think he’s probably pretty vanilla? So I can’t imagine a scenario where you guys are having kinky enough sex to establish a safe word. He probably fixes you both tea after sex lol) and I could write for Jake but an idea came to me with our dear Marc Spector. I really hope you enjoy!!

(Tags: Marc Spector x Reader, overstimulation, safe word use, unprotected piv, afab!fem!reader, pretty fluffy, not a whole lot of angst!)

How Many Does It Take

You can’t really tell how many orgasms you’ve had by this point. Marc had started between your thighs, eating your pussy like a man starved, sucking at your clit until you had soaked his face not once, but twice.

He’d barely given you a change to breathe through the aftershocks before he had sunk two of his thick fingers into you, under the guise of stretching you out for his cock. But you know better. You know because he had immediately sought out your g-spot, pressing into it and chuckling like a bastard when you gasped and your hips twitched.

He’d worked you through two orgasms like that, his two fingers turning into three.

Your mind had already been hazy, your vision slightly blurred when he had sunk his cock into you. You were already so sensitive, and the way he had pounded unrelentingly into your g-spot had made it fucking worse. You had sobbed, hips twitching hard, but Marc held you steady, telling you how good you were. Telling you to cum on his cock. Telling you to cum again. 

And you had, clenching around him hard as you shook in his arms. He floods your pussy with his cum not long after that, and you breathe hard, exhausted and ready to wrap yourself around your boyfriend as you sleep like the dead.

But Marc pulls out of you and you feel his cum leak out of your sensitive pussy. And he takes those thick fingers that you hate to love, and pushes it back in.

He stuffs his cum back into your abused entrance, pressing two fingers into you all over again, and you want to scream when he presses them against your g-spot.

“Marc, ah, ‘s too sensitive. I’m so fucking, so fucking sensitive baby,” you whimper, hips attempting to jerk away, but Marc keeps a strong hand pressed to your lower stomach, holding you still as he plays with your messy cunt. 

“C’mon gorgeous, you can give me another one. So good, so pretty, you gotta give me another one,” he mutters, his muscles bulging as he works his fingers into you, ruthless and unrelenting. He feels it when you cum again, your pussy fluttering softly, and he smiles. “Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl. Another, c’mon. Another.”

You can only whine, tears slowly leaking down your puffy face. You can’t cum again, you can’t. The last one had hurt, a little bit, your stomach cramping up. It feels like he’s ripping orgasms out of you at this point, forceful and violent. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t feel it the way you do. They’re not good orgasms anymore, there’s no satisfaction, only aching.

He leans down to pepper kisses under your jaw, soft pecks that are usually a source of comfort, but not now. Not now. He’s still playing with your g-spot, his thumb rubbing hard circles into your clit. You’re numb, but your body still clenches up involuntarily with another orgasm, and oh god, it hurts.

You’re whining high in the back of your throat, little mutters of “too much, ‘s too much Marc, oh fuck,” whispered between you both. But he isn’t stopping, doesn’t show any plans of stopping anytime soon, and another orgasm wracks your body, feeling like you’ve been struck by lightning. 

“Red, red, Marc, oh god, red,” you gasp, barely able to fucking breathe. You want to sob in relief when you feel his fingers immediately leave your puffy, abused cunt, but you immediately want to mourn again as his heavy body lifts off of you. His thick hands leave you, leaving you suddenly cold, and you whimper softly.

“Hey, hey,” Marc’s gruff voice filters into your ear, close to your face, but keeping his distance, not taking the chance of touching you when you don’t want it. “Hey, baby, are you hurt? Are you hurting anywhere?” You try to answer, but no sound comes out, your throat sticky and choked. “Just one word, baby, yes or no. Are you hurt?”

“No,”  you mutter, your voice breathy and ruined to your own ears. “Just,” you cough, “hold me?” 

Marc doesn’t hesitate, moving next to you and gathering you up against his naked body, his warm skin a comfort against yours. He’s a little sticky with sweat, but you know that you’re even stickier. You feel wrung dry, the area between your thighs too tacky with a mixture of you and Marc. You’ll need a shower later, but you content yourself with just breathing in Marc’s scent, warm and musky, with a hint of his woodsy deodorant. 

He holds you against him like you’ll disappear, tracing his fingers up your spine as you sync your breathing with his. Neither of you speak, simply existing together as you come back to yourself. You’re not sure how much time passes, only that Marc holds you steady, strong and unyielding in only the way that he can be.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble against his chest, and Marc jerks suddenly, arms hugging you tighter.

“No, baby,” he says, so vehement that you giggle softly. “You never apologize for using the safe word, okay?” You feel his hand come up to nudge your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I am so, so glad you felt safe enough to use it, okay? That took a lot of strength, and I am so proud of you.”

You can’t help how your eyes start to burn at his words, and you desperately want to bury yourself inside of this beautiful, strong, understanding man, and never come out.

“What happened, sweet girl? Just so I don’t do it again, okay? I just need to know,” he whispers, voice cracking just a little bit, and it breaks your heart. You lean up to press a comforting kiss against his lips.

“Just because I can cum multiple times Marc, doesn’t mean I should, okay handsome?” you croak out, and you watch Marc’s brows furrow. 

“You get so hyper-focused on making me cum, baby, and even though that is like, every girl's dream, it starts to hurt after a while, you know?” Marc nods at your explanation, and you smile softly at him. “You are so, so good in bed baby, but my body can’t really handle that many orgasms back to back. Maybe we can keep it to a maximum of four?”

Marc smooths his hand over your cheek before cupping the back of your head, guiding you into a soft kiss. “Okay, baby, four it is,” he mumbles into your mouth, and you giggle in response, bringing one of your hands up to brush a thumb over his stubbly cheek. 

“I love you Marc,” you whisper, and Marc whimpers softly, almost like he’s relieved.

“I love you too baby, so much. So fucking much,” he says against your lips. He kisses you softly, again and again, chaste and warm and loving.

“Think you could carry me to the shower, handsome?” you whisper after a few minutes. “Don’t think my legs are in working condition yet.”

Marc chuckles, before standing up off the bed and scooping you up into his strong arms. “Bath instead?” he asks, carrying you through the apartment.

Your heart swells, threatening to choke you. “You’re too good to me, Spector.”

“Well, a trusted source did tell me that I’m every girl's dream,” he chuckles. “Gotta live up to the name, right baby?”

“You already do.”

oki found it nvm it's on ao3

HELP ME FIND THIS FIC

I think it's a miguel o'hara fic (or maybe javier pena) but it's when reader is like a babysitter and she sings the 'hole in the bottom of the sea' song to calm down the baby????

WHAT IS ITTTTT

FEN??? DO U KNOW? YOU KNOW EVERYTHING HELP

FEN U BETTER WRITE THIS ILYSM I WOULD DIEEE FOR THISSS

hey guys i'm still figuring out the two blog situation so if I respond with stardustvacuum ITS STILL ME I JUST FORGOT