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kittyamore0 · 2 years ago

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Hey there!! Can I get an Ethan landry scenario where the apartment Scene in scream six Isn’t him but Quinn as ghostface and reader goes through what Anika does after Ethan told Quinn not to do anything to them?? Thank you!

A/N: i was so pissed because i loved Anika and that whole scene gave me 36 panic attacks and 67 heart attacks!

Knocking at death's door...

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RATING: SFW

PAIRNG: ETHAN LANDRY X GN! READER TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen

FANDOM/GENRE: Scream 6, ghost face, dark romance, horror

POV: 2ND POV

WRITING STYLE: one-shot, slight angst

Reminder: Do NOT translate, transfer, modify, copy or steal my ideas!

CW: Attempted murder, faked death, blood, height mentions, GN! Reader, swearing, shouting/screaming

The cold wind hits your face hard, your body trembles at the sight below you. The fall was too high. Banging of someone trying to break in can be heard from behind you, Ghostface.

Ever since receiving that picture on your phone about Ethan 'dying,' things just went downhill. Now, leading to you being on a timer at death's door.

"Oh, god...I can't do it, I can't do it...!" You sobbed as Anika frantically gestured to you to hurry as fast as possible. The drawer wasn't going to hold Ghostface for so long.

You began slowly crawling over, your breathing uneven. "You can do it! That's it! That's it!" Sam and Anika shouted.

You sobbed, as you noticed Sam, Mindy, and Anika had gone quiet, staring at what was not you, but behind you...

"What?" You stared at the back, confused. "[Name], you have to move right now!" Mindy shouted and pointed behind you.

You turned around to see Ghostface stabbing his knife beside the ladder. "No! No!" You gripped onto the ladder weakly, your heart hammering in your chest.

"Move!"

"You gotta move!" Sam and Mindy tried reaching out to you, but the ladder suddenly shook back and forth and up and down. "Stop! Stop!" You ducked down your hugged the ladder, as Ghostface violently shook it.

"[Name], MOVE!" Anika cried. "Anika, I don't wanna die!" Your heart felt like it had stopped when Ghostface lifted up the ladder and tilted it. "No, no, no! Stop it! You fucker!" Mindy gabbed onto what she could of the ladder.

To their surprise, you didnt fall. You stuck on to the ladder and hugged it for your dear life. Legs tangled and curled on the steps, arms engulfing the sides, but you were upside down. There was still a chance for your downfall.

"What...? Mindy stuck her head through the ladder to see a distressed you. Sam, and Anika laughed in relief and disbelief. "Im still alive! Oh, shit!" Seeing you still clinging to the ladder had gotten him furious. He started shaking the ladder up and down again.

Until, all sudden movements stopped, and you almost slipped because they stopped during his mid-shaking-the ladder. You craned your neck to look up slightly. Two Ghostafce, but they didnt look like they were helping each other...no...they were...fighting?

Another Ghostface appeared, but swung a punch at the Ghostface trying to kill you. "What..?" Sam whispered and Anika just stared in shock.

Suddenly, the second Ghostface comes up to the window. "[Name], go...GO, NOW!" He shouted with his deep, moderated voice. That was enough to get you going, because even though you were backwards, you started crawling up slowly. One by one...

Sam, Mindy, and Anika cheered as they picked you up. Anika arms held under your arms, Mindy was holding your stomach, and Sam got your legs. They hauled you in the apartment on the count of three.

Anika, and Mindy hugged you. "You did it! You did it...!" Anika cheered. Sam crouched down and came up behind you.

"What was that..?" You shook your head. "I dont know...I think that Ghostface knows us, or rather...me."

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reptisoil · 2 years ago

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"Oh let me hold you." || Martin Kratt x GN! Reader ||

Summary: Lazy day with Martin, taking the break you desevre

Warnings: None

Notes: This isn't the Martin fic I was talking about, this is different. That one is coming but yall need to be fed so. I was listening to Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez and Em Beihold while writing this and its really short. (I was also pretty sad when I wrote this and in need of comfort so um, sorry)

Today was just one of those days where you just didn't want to move. The only issue with that was you were currently using your boyfriend, Martin, as a pillow and he would most definitely need to do at least something today. You sighed, taking in the peaceful moments you had before he woke up. You moved your arm toward the ceiling, something you found yourself doing sometimes whilst laying down.

"Oh, you're awake! Good!" You tilted your head back to meet eyes with him, seeing him wide awake. You were suddenly overcome with guilt, thinking you woke him up - even though you barely moved a muscle. "Oh, I didn't mean to wake you up, Im sorry Martin. Go back to sleep, please. I'll get out of the hammock-" He effectively cuts you off by tapping your nose.

"Oh let me hold you, please. I think we both need a break for at least a bit." He practically begs whilst holding you tighter, his body seeming more comfortable than before. You let out a content sigh before closing your eyes and nodding a bit. "That sounds great."

After a while of not seeing his brother or you, Chris decided he should at least look for you two, knowing all the mischief you two can cause. He walked into the main space in the Tortuga before looking around, seeing Aviva, Koki, and Jimmy Z but not you or Martin. "Where are the lovebirds?" All three of the Wild Kratts crew turned to shush him. Aviva pointed to the blue hammock the couple often shared. Chris looked at it and then smiled at what he saw.

Just you and Martin snuggling close, having the day off you both earned.

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 4 months ago

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Vivarium Martin Drabble: Changing his mind on trapping you

Ok so fun fact he is played by the actor who plays Anderson in BBC Sherlock, and he has that neurodiverse rizz so. If you don’t know him but would like to, I highly highly recommend you watch the movie. If you don’t mind spoilers and want to read this now go watch this clip of him!! He’s so cute like-

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Height difference, Spoilers for the movie

Martin was good enough at being human, at least his understanding of their behavior was sufficient to lure couples like the Thompsons into their assigned housing units. It was important to coax them into a house viewing, it took practice to say the right words and often enough the humans had left beforehand, promising they would come back another time. He had smiled, drumming his fingers on the desk in anticipation of their visit but found himself confused when they didn’t return. Why didn’t they return?

The quicker they agreed to come along and view the house the better it was, he found. Because he didn’t spend much time with them, but it was apparently enough for them to start finding him ‚off putting‘. He heard them well enough when they went to look at the back yard, and that phrase was like an echo to him like the seemingly indistinguishable houses all around them. Off putting. Off was wrong, wasn’t it? ‚Your sock is off Martin‘. ‚Fuck off kiddo‘. ‚She ran off.‘

He doesn’t have a deep understanding of the things they said to him back then, they talk differently from his species. But they have the same facial structure and that makes him understand what it meant when they furrowed their brows at him. Or when they grimaced and shouted.

Martin tries to do his job right and he feels like he is getting better at it. Being a Salesman seems to work better than being perceived as a person, they accept it much more than citizen-him when he closes the shop. Every shop closes at some hour so they have to do that too.

Never before since he took over the office did only one person come in. They always came in two. Yet there you came in without a partner who looked with you.

You looked around a bit, he watched you from his seat for a moment longer than he usually did before approaching the clients. You were young and you didn’t wear a ring. Most who came here wore a ring in different variations, but always on the same finger. Your hands were empty though except for a shopping bag.

„Hello!“ He exclaimed after a few moments and stood up to walk around the desk. Your head turned to meet his eyes and you replied with a enthusiastic hello of your own. Your pupils widened, he recalled possible reasons for this in his head such as benign episodic unilateral mydriasis, migraines or attraction.

„Do you have a migraine?“ You slightly tilted your head to the side and raised your brows in wonder, „No, but the heat outside might honestly work up to one. Do you?“ You answered, to which he nodded thoughtfully. „No.“ He seamlessly transitioned to offer you his hand for a handshake, „Lovely to meet you!“ You laughed and took his hand, „Lovely to meet you too, I‘m Y/n.“ He noticed how easily his hand engulfed yours. You were a shorter one. At least much shorter than him.

You squinted your eyes when you laughed and slightly opened your lips. Unlike other animals this was the opposite of a threat in humans, smiling so broadly that the other person could see their teeth was a sign of real friendliness.

Martin introduced himself as well. He used the last name of the family who fostered him, Bailey. His Nametag didn’t say so, but he liked to introduce himself as such regardless.

„This neighborhood is really something special, we already sold most of the houses to some lovely couples.“ He recited. „We are hoping to build a strong diverse community.“

You approached one of the miniature houses, you didn’t have to bend down as much to look into them. There was something hard to read in the way you looked at it. It was one emotion distilled clearly into this moment, one that he had seen before, but blurred by other things. This thing his parents had in their eyes when they said they wanted to go home. But you did not look sad or angry. Just that.. third thing, that he couldn’t name.

He came to stand next to you and eyed the miniature. „I grew up in a home like this.“ He went to houses like the one he was fostered a lot but it was not his. It started to drizzle outside, the humid air tearing from the rain. He didn’t know why he told you that. You looked up to him again. „You grew up in a house from this company?“ Well, that was technically correct. What you didn’t know was that it was this exact setup too in front of you, because nothing ever really differed from the design. „Yes.“ You hummed and looked at the miniature again. „Was it nice?“ Was it nice? He wanted to repeat but managed to hold it back. When he was in the presence of humans it was hard not to do it.

„I don’t know.“ He said truthfully, for once, because neither did he know what would be appropriate to answer to specifics about his personal experience nor did he even really know what he felt about it to begin with. When he took over this office he looked up human data on the word as well, the variety of definitions were confusing but nonetheless enlightening. Because Hotels were also supposed to make you feel ‚at home‘ even though you didn’t permanently lived there. Apparently it was about being welcomed and being around like minded people. He did not have that experience there, so did Home still qualify for it?

„I understand. It’s not as easy as perfect or awful, a home is always kinda both.“ You said and nodded at him. Martin blinked. He didn’t even have to scramble for words to explain it any better, you seemingly understood what he meant just like that.

His species mimicked their words and behavior, but expressions were something that he genuinely seemed to share with them in a way. It was clumsy and sometimes less attuned, but it overlapped to an extent were it wasn’t just mimicry. So he felt a smile further tug at his salesperson-friendly-welcoming-human-attitude, something from inside, when you send him an understanding smile.

Your eyes caught sight of the rain, and turned slightly to look outside. It was really starting to pour now. „Oh finally, look how lovely.“ You exhaled with relief. „The rain is lovely?“ He asked, because when someone came in while it rained they would usually very verbally complain about it. They didn’t like to get wet except for cleaning.

„Yes! It makes everything much cozier, and it smells so flowery in the spring.“ You explained. „I used to work in a small shop like this too, not real estate, but it was always nice when we had a rainy day. It gives you more privacy, you can make yourself a coffee and just watch people walk past.“ He watched you intently as you talked about it, it seemed to be something that makes you happy. „You used to work in a small shop like this too.“ He repeated, „We have that in common.“ He noticed, because truly everything else about him wasn’t alike anyone, it was just copied off everyone- except this thing right here. „That’s true.“ You said, and you didn’t even seem weirded out by the way he recited your words.

Martin found it interesting that you also watched people go by. He knew why he did it, but he didn’t know why actual humans wanted to observe each other. Yet there you were, also observing him back when you looked back up at him. „What do you like to do on the job?“ You wanted to know, and it felt like you were more on a common place now. Because you weren’t asking the representative of this company in front of you, you asked Martin the Person who was also in sales like you.

He genuinely needed to think about that. „I like learning new things about people.“ New phrases, new gestures, it was exciting. He especially appreciated this thing he saw the other day, where two people walked and they unnecessarily entangled their arms with each other. Why did they do it if it meant that they could only use one arm now? It was funny. „Thats true, coming by so many different customers every day is really interesting!“

He looked outside as well now, hearing the rain drum against the glass. The clouds darkened the sky so much that the contrast to the light inside became stronger. It never rained where he grew up, there was no weather at all. Seeing Humans enjoy different kinds of weather was unknown to him. „We could drive to Yonder right now if you’d like! It’s only half an hour drive away.” He offered now, eyeing you from the side. “Do you have a car?” You shook your head, “I don’t have a car, would you mind if I come along in yours?” “Certainly, let me get my keys.” He went to the back for a moment and you took out a small umbrella from your bag. When he came back he really only got his keys, no bag, no jacket or umbrella of his own. When you both stepped outside you unfolded the umbrella while he locked the door, turning a sign that said that he’d be right back.

Then Martin found himself in yet another unexpected moment, because you shuffled close to him and held the umbrella over both of your heads. He blinked down at you, you were ducking your head towards him so you wouldn’t get hit by the rain. The umbrella was quite small and probably only meant to fit one person, but you tried to make it fit anyway. You were trying to protect him from the rain too? “Ok, lead the way.” You said, and smiled up at him.

Martin didn’t say anything as he was still surprised by this gesture, and first he walked way too fast, but as you paced up as well he understood that he needed to be patient and match your smaller steps. He curiously looked at you from the corner of his eye, your arms were touching. When you stood so close it was even more obvious that you were shorter than him, you even struggled to extend your arm to make sure you didn’t accidentally hit his head. And then you.. did that thing, your hand came up to gently loop itself under his arm, holding onto him. “May I?” You asked, making sure he was comfortable with you getting a bit closer in the moment. It was.. restricting, but somehow comfortable? Like the compression of a hug but on a smaller scale.

He smiled slightly and nodded yes, eyes flickering to your hand on his lower arm for a moment. He felt your warmth through the fabric of his dress shirt, it was strong against the cold from the rain. “May I?” He repeated now, offering to the take the umbrella from you and you nodded with a smile. Martin took the handle from you, hands slightly brushing against each other as he did so.

You walked like that together for a while until you reached the car. He opened the door for you to get in before going around, quickly figuring out how to close this thing before getting into the driver’s seat next to you. When he looked over you were smiling, looking out of the front window at the rain. „We should listen to some music.“ You said, „Let’s turn on the radio!“

He obliged, this one took more calibrating, but eventually some tunes came out as the engine came to life and he exited the parking spot. It was a soft melody, and you seemed to recognize it because you started to sing along the words. Martin hummed along, trying to mimic the melody as well, because he didn’t know how to sing. You drove through the street and he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you were both mimicking the music. And you smiled widely and glanced at him while doing it, squinting your eyes once more in this disarming way.

He never thought he could do these things with a human.

You kept on listening to music for a while, traffic was holding you up quite a bit. You yawned a bit and snuggled yourself further into your coat, but to no effect. The cold from outside was still crawling into the car the longer the traffic jam continued. You closed your eyes and laid your head back. „I hope I‘ll like it there. I hope there are people I can sing in cars with too.“ You said, just like it was a sidenote, but it made Martin look at your tired form. He didn’t really know how this made him feel. But the fact that there was something he felt about it to begin with was making him insecure in a way. You yawned again without opening your eyes, „When we drive back you gotta show me the music you like too.“

He gripped the steering wheel harder. You were so casually.. everything that he never had before. Humans were cautious not to show that they didn’t care, he was mostly being tolerated to some extent by every one of them up to now. He was only aware of a lacking because he saw them interact with one another, how much more authenticity there was to their relationships. How did everything you said to him feel so fully different from the way they interacted with him before?

Martin didn’t do anything different, no matter how hard he tried to discern the reason why someone would actually like him now this time. He had only told you something about him, the fact that he grew up in a house like that, because you were also candid towards him. You evoked him to differ from the script, but was it all that more significant than what he did before?

He didn’t say anything for a while and neither did you, and at some point he found that you had fallen asleep. Martin glanced over at you and blinked, his eyes then drifted to the backseat. If he remembered correctly.. and he most certainly did then- he pulled a blanket out of the stuff that was crammed in the back from the previous owners of this car. When he stopped at a red light he carefully placed it over you. It would help with the cold. During sleeping periods the body temperature of humans became even lower and you already seemed to be shivering before.

He remembered how his foster parents tucked him in even though it wasn’t cold there. It was neither particularly warm or cold, there was no weather to shelter from but they insisted to do that with him and themselves as well. It was one of the many rituals they participated in even though there was no outlying reason for it. So he did this to you as well, and he was careful to put the fluffy fabric over your shoulder so it wouldn’t fall. You let put a small sigh but did not awake, and his eyes flickered over your face. You looked.. nice. You looked as nice as you were as a person.

Martin turned towards the steering wheel again and drove further, but when he saw the sign for Yonder he stopped the car. He did not enter the neighborhood.

He didn’t want you too live and die in there, never to be seen again. He didn’t want to drive someone else to the house that you had died in. He wanted to drive back with you now and show you the music he liked like you said.

And he let you go, would he be able to see you again at all?

He heard shuffling from the blanket and looked to the side, seeing how you sleepily opened your eyes again. When you caught sight of him you smiled, even though there was no social prompt for you to do so. You just did. „I fell asleep goodness..“ you mumbled and straightened yourself again. „Are we there?“

Martin looked at you, his eyebrow twitched and he breathed in before closing his mouth for another moment. „Yes. But. I was called just now which is why I stopped the car. And the agency informed me that another real estate agent has just sold the house that I was going to show you. And unfortunately the other ones are already reserved.“

You slightly weighed your head to the side, „Oh.“ you slightly bit your lip, disappointed. „Well, I was too slow then I guess. But.. well this was still fun enough don’t you think?“ He raised his brows, you chuckled. „Singing along to music with someone I just met and taking a nap in a real estate’s company’s car isn’t an ordinary experience, I like it.“ You explained, amused despite the rejection of a viewing.

Martin couldn’t help but smile himself too. The way you were, how you acted and spoke and were so forward and positive towards the things around you was something he didn’t want to disappear and be covered up by the trap that was this neighborhood. It was something he wanted to be around more, not just observing but partaking in as a person. Because you saw him as such.

The rain drummed loudly on the windshield. He swallowed as there were no specifics for him on what he was trying to say now. „Would you like to drink coffee and watch people together when we come back?“

Your smile grew wider. „Yes! I‘d love to.“

I hope you liked it! Idk if this will get any notes or comments because thats one if the mist niche characters I‘ve ever written for but I still really wanted to write this. I‘m so endeared with this guy

#gender neutral reader #vivarium movie #vivarium martin #vivarium martin x reader #jonathan aris

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verstappensrealwife · 9 months ago

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cupioromantic-simp · 1 year ago

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Martin x spiral avatar

“Well it’s like… it’s called Michael but that’s not what that is it’s who he might have used to been but it’s also a real name that is called and when it’s called they’ve’d answer

You know? Like

it’s not it’s name because it is it’s ‘what do they call you’ because it used to be what they’ve’d whold have bean if it was he and he is Michael … does that make sense?”

Martin stands at the counter pouring tea the cup has been long since filled boiling water spills over as he stairs in to nothing not noticing the heater scorching his hand

“Good lord Martin!” you stand and rush over taking the cup and kettle out of his hands “are you okay?!”

The skin on his hand is already starting to blister and bleed

“P-pardon? What- ow oh my god! What’s happened?!”

“That’s not the problem these look like serious burns martin, I’ll drive you to the hospital”

“I- yeah that- that’s a good idea…”

“We should tell Jon before we leave, he’ll freak if we leave without telling him,” you Gide him out of the staff room “you can take a seat and wait for me if you need?”

“I’ll- yeah”

…

Knock knock

“Heyyyyy Jon” you close the door behind you “me and Martin might need the day or so off”

He sighs loudly and you can hear the faint whirring of a tape recorder

“I told you you can’t just take days of to go on dates with martin this is the second time this week and I-“

“No it’s not that, I need to drive Martin to the hospital”

“Why what’s happened? Is it those damed worms again! I said to be careful!” He sighs and mumbles something about how incompetent everyone is

“No, um it’s not that he um- burnt himself making tea spilled hot water on his hand, I was explaining Michael to him and guess he-“

“What?” Jon turns and looks at you

“I need to take him to the emergency room it’s pritty bad and-“

“No no I herd that I don’t care. You were explaining Michael? H-how”

“Well it’s really simple actually if you remember what he looks like it’s not it but it’s them because he is it but it’s not he and vice versa he’s full of nothing and so he’s empty because it’s everything which means they’re are something and they’ve are Michael Because that’s what he’s always been so that’s what it’s not choosing to be, it’s like vanilla flavouring a drop is vanilla and a bottle is vanilla the difference is the concentration even though it’s technically the same concentration the difference is just the amount it’s exactly the same but also extremely different, you understand right?”

He looks just like Martin did a few minutes ago completely frozen in place look around with his eyes trying to calculate something in his head

“I can’t deal with explaining things to you I need to get Martin to the hospital” you walk across the room to the door “huh? I didn’t know where ales to paint our office doors? You made a good choice on the colour though Jon, the yellow really brightens up the room”

Jon perks up “Wait do-!”

You close the door in front of you and turn forward to move to his left you run walk move wander continue stumbling for days which takes seconds to get confudelling to be interested

“This isn’t sensefull” you go in the top of the stairs and turn to you forward and walk out of a painting and are met with a person With curling eyes and panicked hair “oh hello what might you be?”

She turns forward and cocks her head at you “are you the.. thing.. that.. lives? Here”

“Hmm? Do I live or am I just an existence, I think I’m a person I still have existing so I’d say no… so yes I do-not live but I might do it here” your voice comes out crisp and warm like burnt tinfoil you have spoken in a long time so it’s rattling to hear a video and listen to the clear crystallized frames of your voice producing those pictures of words

“Is this it? What door do I take to get out” she shoves a map into you

“Shit! My map! God damn it!” She starts to scratch at your senter trying to grab you out of the map you hold her away from it with your hand

“That’s not vary nice, if you wanted to leave you could have just ask”

“Bloody hell? Fine? How do I leave?” She pops out of nowhere and in to somewhere away

“See all you had to do was ask” you whisper in to her ear

You stand up to the side you head just barely touching the floor no it’s not quite the floor it’s the inside of what what’s you before you whet it

“Ah.. that’s it I’m not Michael.. what am I?.. we should go find out” you walk out of the in and in to the out of the door in the middle of the archives

“Um.. h-hello is someone there?” A voice calls out of a door to and office with the label ‘head archivist’

“If it’s you me.Lukas I-I already told you my answer..”

you close the door and walk out

The man inside stars at you slowly and calls a name

“Is that mine?” You ask

“I-is w-what yours?” He looks around nervously and alert

“My… ‘name’… is that it? Do I own a part of that name, is sounds like a very stupid name,” you repeat the name over and over once

“M-mayby” he seems to be breathing heavily tears stabbing his eyes

You move a finger to his eye he is frozen in fear and you slowly smooth the tear out of his eye with your thumb

“Martin… you should’ve not done that… your much to pretty to be leaking from your eyes…” you stand up straight “hmm strange… how do we might know your name” you laugh like a whiny kicked puppy with four sharp inhales and a soft sigh at the end “how fun..”

White Smokey tendrils form in the corners of the small office as ‘Martin’ stares blankly at you

He sits down in his chair and blows a tendril of smoke of his tea

“Gosh! That’s a nasty burn there! How’d you get it?” He bites his lip and shakes trying to hold back tears but fails miserably as he grips his mug in his hands tendrils of smoke reforming on his tea as more smoke fills the room “what’s wrong Martin? You look upset?”

He shakes in place “leave.”

“Pardon?-“

“LEAVE!” His cup shatters in his hand spilling hot tea onto his hand “fuck!” He runs his hand over his face and chokes back a sob

“Are you alright? That looks like it might’ve been painful if it was hot did you do that on purpose Because if you did it on purpose you shouldn’t have done it at all beca-“

“Stop… just leave… please..”

“Hmm.. alright i suppose,” you walk through the wall in to your door “Good bye, have fun without me I hope”

(I fucking live for writing spiral content!)

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the-force-of-imagines · 2 years ago

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Y/N: If you had to choose between Tara and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Chad: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Tara: Chad!

Y/N: 63 cents.

Chad: I'll take the money.

Tara: CHAD!!!

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dolicekiss · 5 months ago

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Hiiiii I love ur writing!!! If it's too much of a bother, I totally wouldn't mind if you don't write this😭😭 I understand that you might be busy with other things, butttt could you write about Martin from Another Round?? Him as reader's teacher (in like uni or something one where reader is legal) and like a punishment sort of thing that's happens to the reader while he's trying to teach them something after school bc they've been falling behind in their grades, and he eventually makes a deal that if they were to do a little "favor" they'd get an A?? Idk I just really like Martin😭😭 If possible, could you make the reader fem?? If not, gender neutral would be greatly appreciated, thank you!!!

- 🫧anon

♡: sorry this was so late, i just finished it and requests r piling up :[ hope u like it anon!

Good Grades

PAIRING: Martin X fem!Reader

CONTENT WARNING: SMUT (18+, mdni), age gap (obviously), unprotected sex, perverted martin, oral (male receiving), degrading, humiliation, hair pulling, biting, filthy martin, power play.

SYNOPSIS: You've always struggled with your history subject, more so when it came down to remembering which historic event took in what year — the numbers screwing you up. It wasn't a surprise when you were called in by your teacher to scold you about your downgrading grades but you didn't know there was a much easier to fix them right up.

You were in a state of panic.

When your teacher had asked you to stay behind, you knew damn well what it was for.

History wasn't one of your strongest suits, especially remembering the numbers. You tried your best to embed your mind with it but you failed at the end.

Your nails scratched the skin around them in anticipation, stomach twisting in nervousness and anxiety knocking at the doors of your brain to allow it in.

You only had to wait for the bell to ring and once it rang, all the students left. Rushing to catch their breaks and some letting out sighs of relief to finally be freed of this soul sucking boring subject.

You were alone with him.

Martin’s gaze captured you as he picked up the papers he'd graded, setting them aside after picking out one.

It had to be yours.

He walked over to you, dragging a chair and sitting down on it in front of you. You could feel your pulse throbbing in your neck, heart hammering rapidly in your ribcage. Your forehead had perspired and you let out a breath.

“What is this, miss?” He asked, holding your paper out for you.

Immediately when you saw the grade of it, you felt like passing out. Martin eyed you as you averted your gaze from him and the piece of paper, looking around.

You had no courage to face your failure.

“I'm asking you something.”

You licked your lips. “A paper.”

Martin leaned back into the chair, thighs spreading open. He sighed. “I know it's a paper and it is your paper, which you almost failed.”

You flinched at his tedious tone, not enjoying how he spoke to you. Truth was, Martin had kept an eye on you for so long. Unbeknownst to you, he always tried to focus more on you and make you learn.

But you didn't want to.

Head anywhere but here, in his class.

“This isn't the first time. If you keep falling, I'll have to kick you out of the class.” It was a threat and your eyes widened immediately, shaking your head.

You leaned forward, the unbuttoned shirt revealing your chest which Martin captured a glance of. His cock stirring in his pants at how your tits pressed together — forming the perfect view for him. “Please, no. You can't do that. Just give me a chance, I'll do anything to fix my grades.”

Martin raised a brow.

Anything you said.

“I'm sorry but there is nothing I can do. I've had enough of this. You never pay attention and you're always chatting with other students.”

You shook your head. “Sir please, I will focus more. I will pay attention.”

Martin eyed you.

You seemed so desperate. He could see the raw desperation in your gaze and something inside him snapped, seeing how your pupils had blown out. He swallowed tightly and after debating with his own mind, he finally came to a conclusion.

He had power over you.

Why not abuse it?

“Get up and lock the door.”

You blinked at his abrupt command but nodded nonetheless, rising up from your seat to lock the door. Once you had snapped the little lock in place, you turned around to look at your teacher.

“Come here." And you obliged again.

Sauntering towards him, your pale skirt flowing by your side when you moved towards him. Nervousness had crawled all the way up to your throat and you licked your lips, in an attempt to wet the chapped skin.

You stood in front of him.

“There's something we can do to fix your grades.” He spoke, voice now a few octaves lower. Your fingers engulfed the material of your skirt as you raised a brow.

Martin reached for your hand, taking it into his. His brown eyes drowning in yours and his lips holding a sweet smile as if he wasn't about to make an immoral offer. “How about you be a good girl for your teacher and suck his cock?”

Your eyes widened in horror.

Pulling your hand out of his grasp, you retreated and stared at him. You'd never thought about your teacher in that sense. Yes, he was very attractive and you had a thing for older men but this was completely unethical and unprofessional.

You inhaled sharply.

Confusion clouded your judgment. You didn't know what to do. The proposal wasn't as bad as your mind was making it appear. Just give him head, get your grades up and work harder next time.

That easy, yeah?

Your knees dipped in front of Martin’s spread thighs and his smile widened. A tent already visible in his crotch. He was so excited, as he would always wonder how your glossy pink lips would feel wrapped around his cock — your tight little throat fighting to make space for his length.

You blinked, profusely as you reached for the zipper of his pants. He noticed the tremor in your hands and smiled softly, loving how innocent you appeared. Your hand managed to unzip his pants and pull out his cock but the moment your fingers caressed his hardened length, Martin hissed.

Your mere touch felt like embers on his skin.

Your eyes widened upon witnessing his gaze, the sheer length and girth of it leaving you completely bemused. How was that even supposed to fit in your mouth? You wondered if you could grow used to his size.

“What you waiting for, pretty girl?”

You looked at him with your pretty eyes as you leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to his tip. It leaked with precum and the salty taste glossed your lips. You ran your tongue over his pink cockhead and then wrapped your lips around him while your hand began to stroke him from his base — upto his length.

Martin slumped into his chair leisurely as his palm opened and rested over your head, forcing you to take him further. His lips fell open as he shuddered, enjoying the warmth your mouth produced around him.

The more you took him into your mouth, the harder it became for you to breathe properly.

You tried to inhale oxygen through your nose, your hands both resting on his parted knees. Martin’s hand pushed you further down on his cock and you fluttered your eyes shut, feeling his cock glide over your tongue and make way into your throat.

“Fuck, such a tight little mouth you've got, baby.” Martin groaned and as you peeled open your lids, you saw a sight before you which made your cunt throb.

A few straight strands had fallen over Martin’s forehead, his lips parted as his chest heaved up and down. Chiseled cheek bones reflexing everytime he let a gasp slip.

You took him deeper, feeling his cock head slip into your throat and you whined, sending vibrations and tremors down his cock into his groin. His cock throbbed and twitched like crazy and you could feel every little movement inside your tight cavern.

Your windpipe felt like it was being crushed and you pulled back from his cock, to take him deeper again.

“You're pretty good at this.” Martin groaned, staring down at you with hazy eyes. “How many cocks have you sucked, hm?”

You shook your head, telling him that this was your first time. Martin thrusted his hips upwards, driving his cock deeper into your throat. He managed to catch a glimpse of his dick print in your throat and lost his restraint.

Callous hands grabbing your head, holding it in place as he began to fuck his cock into your throat. Thrusts harsh and vigorous, your heart galloped in your ribcage. Your eyes fell shut and Martin’s fingers engulfed your hair.

“Look at me. Show me those pretty eyes, baby.” You obliged, fluttering them open. Your lashes coated the apple of your cheeks and tears emerged from your tear glands — droplets sliding down. Martin discarded the chair as he stood up, using his full strength to chase his orgasm.

You sniffled, gagging over his cock. A white ring of spit accumulating around his length from all the choking. Your mouth was covered in drool as well as chin, streams of precum mixed with saliva going down.

Martin’s balls throbbed and his pace fastened, fucking your throat like it was a cunt. You felt a stinging sensation spread in your knees from how long you'd been kneeling on the floor. His stomach was taut and his thrusts grew slightly slow — hinting at his upcoming arousal.

Loud groans and gagging sounds filled the whole of classroom. “Fucking whore. On her knees just to g-get good grades. How desperate can you be.”

Martin was a mess. His forehead was sweaty and then after a harsh thrust in your tight throat, he finally released inside your cum. Though that didn't last long as he pulled out halfway, shooting ropes of cum all over your face. You closed your eyes as the warm liquid stained your face wet.

You breathed like you'd ran a fucking marathon. Shallow breaths being inhaled while Martin stared at you, admiring how his climax covered your cheek. You reached to swipe it off your face, sticking your fingers into your mouth to suck them clean.

“You look fucking pretty like this.” He praised, running his hand over your messy hair.

Your cheeks warmed up. “I-Is that enough? Will you fix my grades now, sir?”

He tilted his head, contemplating you. Lost in complete dilemma before he came to a conclusion. Martin didn't waste time lifting you up from the floor and you yelped — bemused by this abrupt action. He set you over the desk and smiled, causing his smile lines to appear.

“I can't let you go this easily, pretty girl. I need more now.” You blinked and stared at him, knowing what he was hinting at. You'd sucked him dry, there was no way he could regain his strength this quickly but when your gaze lowered and you caught onto his cock hardening, you realised his age did not work as restraints to his desires.

Martin took a step back. “Open your legs, show me that pretty cunt of yours.”

“Sir but you—”

“You want to fail?” He asked, brow raised. Deep voice hiding a threat underneath and you shuddered at the unexpected change of tone.

You nodded your head, face flushed and hair sticking to your skin. Parting open your thighs, you revealed your sticky panties and Martin’s chest rumbled with a primal growl at the sight. Your panties had a wet spot and that only worked to heighten his arousal for you.

His large hands held you open, staring at how your cunt produced more and more essence of desire. Your thighs shuddered when his knuckles caressed them, his hands tugging off your panties and slipping them inside his pocket.

“But..” You complained at the perverted action of your teacher.

Martin grinned at you. “Sh, I might need them for later when my cock becomes hard at the memory of being inside your little pussy.”

Martin didn't even care to prep you. He only held his cock in his hand and rubbed his tip up and down your moist puffy cunt. Then he entered you and the stretch of your pussy made you arch your back. Your palms gripped on the edge of the table as you whimpered.

You were all over the place.

Embarrassment crept up your body like vines when you registered the situation you were in.

Willing to sleep with your older teacher only to achieve good grades. If your parents were to find out, they would look down upon you and you'd probably be expelled from your university but none of that mattered.

You needed good grades and this was the only way.

“Fuck— you've got such a tight little cunt, baby.” Martin moaned, entering you till he's pelvis had pressed up yours. Soft little whimpers escaped you when you were filled to the brim. “I'm gonna fuck you, gonna dumb you down on my cock.”

You sniffled, a lone tear sliding down.

Martin leaned in and captured your lips in a kissing, licking and sucking at yours. A hungry kiss it was but it made your cunt throb around his hard cock.

He started to pull out, only to thrust back inside you with vigor. His hips snapped repeatedly, finally losing all sense of control.

Martin’s hands held your hips, digging into them as he drove himself into the warmth of your sweet cunt. He was fucking hysterical, each thrust delivered with passion and driven by need.

Crying out from pleasure and ecstasy, your body jerked upon feeling his cock nestle into your sweet spot. You reached for his sweaty nape, wrapping both arms around it for support. The desk underneath you quaked whenever Martin would snap his cock into you.

“S-Sir, oh my god. Sir please, someone might h-hear.” You sobbed uncontrollably from the unbridled lust.

Martin brought his hand upto your face and shoved his fingers into your mouth, pressing along your wet tongue. You choked a little but allowed him to shove his fingers down your throat, tips brushing against the palate of your mouth.

“Keep quiet, yeah? Don't want anyone to know you're getting fucked by your teacher for some high grades.” Martin shushed you, staring at you with pure lust swimming in his gaze.

You kept your thighs apart, abdomen shivering from your upcoming climax and your fingernails dug into Martin’s nape, scratching at the skin. He hissed and the pain only increased his strength, thrusting harshly inside you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your release pounding at your taut stomach and with a loud cry you came all over Martin’s cock. He didn't give you any time to calm down, instead seeing how beautiful you looked when you made a mess on his cock only made him fuck you harder.

He grabbed your leg and pulled it up to his shoulder, leaning down and pressing his body firmly against yours. Martin dug himself deeper inside your tight cunt, as it clamped down on him and the man felt like you would snap him in half.

“You'll fucking cut my dick in half, baby. Relax a little, yeah? I'm close, so fucking close.” He reassured you, pressing onto your stomach to feel his cock push up against your cervix. His length grazing your walls.

He buried his face in your neck, digging his teeth into your skin. Tainting the unmarked canvas of a skin with red and blue.

Martin’s hips stuttered as he felt himself near, soon spilling inside you. His load heavy and filling you up to the brim. Thankfully you were on birth control so it didn't really matter but the feeling of his cum inside you made you twitch.

He pumped into you, emptying himself inside you for the second time but in your puffy cunt. You'd buried your head in his chest and Martin let you, finally getting what he needed from you.

He pulled out from you after you both had calmed down and caught a breath and you whimpered at the loss of contact. The blonde watched your gaping hole release his seed in drops, trailing down and making a mess on his wooden desk.

“Such a pretty, swollen cunt.” He whispered, shoving his cum back inside with his long fingers.

Your walls had grown extremely sensitive and you let out a whine when he did that. His tan skin glistened with sweat, making it appear gold like to the gaze. Hair a mess, similar to yours and his flannel shirt crinkled up. Martin fixed your skirt, pulling it down over your thighs and you realized he had fucked you in your skirt, which made this rendezvous even more hotter.

Your face flushed and sweaty, lips swollen and eyes watery.

Martin wanted to take a picture of how fucked out you looked. But he didn't — it would only cause problems if he was ever caught. Especially by his wife.

“W-Will you fix my grades now?” You asked, once you'd ran a hand through your hair and slid off the table. Lower body barely having any strength to support the upper one.

When you looked up at Martin, your eyes still held remnants of your innocence and he nearly swooned.

He nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “With how well you took my cock, I'll fucking give you the highest grade.”

You smiled, pleased with the result. This was all you ever wanted. To pass and not be a failure and knowing your teacher’s weakness made it a whole lot easier for you.

#martin #martin x reader #another round #mads mikkelsen smut #mads mikkelsen #hannibal lecter #another round smut #mads mikkelsen x reader #mads mikkelsen fanfic #martin another round #smut #hannibal smut #hannibal one shot #martin one shot #hannibal #hannibal nbc #duncan vizla

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andcars · 2 months ago

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MASTERLIST . . . TAGLIST . . . AO3 REQUESTS : 10 / 15

──── 🗒 request me on my inbox! i don’t do custom prompts but i will update this list occassionally and you’re free to mix up the prompts however you please. take in mind that i'm mostly available on the weekends so it may take a while for me to finish in fics! especially if it's socmed fics [ SOME OF THESE TAGS MAY BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME ] a '★' is placed before a potentially triggering tag as i cannot add a spoiler texts on tumblr. there are six potentially triggering tags in this.

INSTRUCTIONS . . . # you can select multiple dialogue prompts as well as multiple tags! for the additional tags/car model. for multiple tags, simply put a dash (-) between them! (1A4B-0112). for drivers ship requests, please specify which one bottoms (if nsfw, ofc) by saying they're 'in the passenger seat'. or the top is 'driving'.

EXAMPLES . . . # 'max verstappen on a porsche and rolls royce , 1A1E-2714. it's for a race!' ── (translates to: max verstappen "i don't wanna seem like a stalker..." + "remember your safe word..." tags: masc/bottom reader + famous reader + obsessive behaviour)

'lewis hamilton and max verstappen on a honda and a lambo, model 072936 w/ max on the passenger seat!' ── (translates to: max verstappen/lewis hamilton "you want me to beg..." + "you were fast years ago..." tags: rivalry + one night stand + power imbalance with bottom max)

( 💋 ) DRIVERS

#33 Max Verstappen

#44 Lewis Hamilton

#63 George Russell

#3 Daniel Ricciardo

#16 Charles Leclerc

#2 Logan Sargeant

#81 Oscar Piastri

#55 Carlos Sainz

#43 Franco Colapinto

#87 Ollie Bearman

#333 Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo

#3344 Max Verstappen/Lewis Hamilton

#3316 Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc

#POLYDRIVE Driver/Driver/You (basically just put your ship here!)

( 🏎️ ) CAR BRAND / dialogue prompts

PORSCHE “I don’t wanna seem like a stalker but… I think I know you”

HARLEY-DAVIDSON “Mommy/Daddy… it’s my first time so please—!”

BMW “I still remember the way you taste”

ASTON MARTIN “You're not usually my type but fuck, you look so good"

JAGUAR “Do you like scary movies?”

FERRARI “He was just my summer boy”

AUDI “My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it”

BENTLEY “We can run away together. Somewhere far away”

CHEVROLET “Don’t you ever think that there is anything that I will ever put in front of you”

LAMBORGHINI "You were fast years ago. You know that rookies like me always prove themselves to be better, right?"

MASERATI "You've been staring for a while"

FORD "Don't go... not yet, not now, preferably"

NISSAN "I wish things were different"

TRIUMP "We'll only be caught if you're loud"

HONDA "You want me to beg? I don't think a winner should beg"

MERCEDES-BENZ "This is a strange request, but can you pretend we're dating for a while?"

BUGATTI "Wait, you're famous?"

ROLLS ROYCE "Remember your safe word, because I'm not fucking stopping"

ALFA ROMEO "It seems like we've got a bit of teammate rivalry happening"

LEXUS "Almost forgot I'm getting paid"

CHRYSLER "I didn't mean it but I did, in fact, kinda reveal us to the public"

CADILLAC "It's complicated."

ACURA "You wanted to be seen? You wanted to be caught? You're so fucking turned on right now."

LAND ROVER "Take it slow—shit! You're eager"

GENESIS "You came" "You called"

( 🍒 ) CAR MODEL / additional tags

1A male/masc reader (he/him)

1B female/femme (she/her)

1C gender neutral/nonbinary/androgynous (they/them)

1D top!reader

1E bottom!reader

1F dominant reader

1G submissive reader

01 breeding kink

02 sugar daddy

03 daddy kink

04 age gap

05 degradatory kink

06 praise kink

07 rivalry

08 secret relationship

09 leaked sex tape

★ 10 non-consensual

★ 11 dubious consent

12 size kink

13 bareback/unprotected sex

★ 14 obsessive behaviour

15 virginity kink

16 anal sex

17 vaginal sex

18 body worship

19 consensual drugging

★ 20 non-consensual drugging

21 alternate universe — not f1 drivers

22 pining

23 friends with benefits

24 scent kink

★ 25 infidelity

26 alternate universe — cam/porn/sex worker

27 famous!reader

28 just the tip

29 one night stand

30 omegaverse

31 porn tropes

32 pregnancy

★ 33 mind break

34 touch starved

35 teammate!reader

36 power imbalance

37 thigh fucking

38 public sex

39 semi-public sex

40 baby fever

41 jealousy

42 riding

43 cum play/inflation

44 face sitting

00 andi's choice/surprise me!

( 🍒 ) PURPOSE / type of fic

FOR A RACE WEEKEND fanfic

DISPLAY socmed and/or texts

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . please do not harass any requesters, especially if they request a tag that triggers you. again, do not engage in content you know that you will not like. my blog is a safe space for everyone and i do not shame anyone, and i hope you do the same as well. ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.

#' 📍 ' important info #smut prompts #prompt list #formula 1 #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 fic #max verstappen x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #george rusell x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #charles leclerc x reader #logan sargeant x reader #oscar piastri x reader #carlos sainz x reader #franco colapinto x reader #maxiel #3344 #lestappen

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chris-prank · 3 months ago

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Do you have any fun facts or ideas about your little guys (gender neutrally) that you haven't shared/ properly shared yet?

I’m glad I can share some LOREEEE 😆

･*:.｡..｡.:*･*:.｡..｡.:*･

Martin

🪓 I don’t know if it was clear from my drawings in part 1, but Martin is in fact trans! I didn’t mention it explicitly because I didn't find a way to write it in organically. In future works his transness will be mentioned and have more of an importance, but don’t worry guys he won’t be defined by it only!

🪓 When the apocalypse started, he stayed by his mothers side to protect and care for her, just like she did to him when he was small. He really loved his mother dearly. One of his earrings is actually from her!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Atlas

💿 Currently in his timeline, Atlas is the most advanced android on earth and not only because of the coding Hydrotech gave him. When he was saved by the reader, his program changed, making him more independent and capable of human feelings

💿 There’s a childproof setting on Atlas, meaning that his private parts can be retracted inside of him. In his main story, it is still active, since the reader didn’t canonically do anything with him yet so they don’t know about it.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Esteban

📈 He has ✨ daddy issues ✨, but more seriously he really has a bad relationship with him. When Esteban was younger he wanted to prove to his father his worth, but in adulthood he realized that he would never be proud of his accomplishments. There’s still a part of him that yearns for it, but he doesn’t expect it anymore.

📈 I hinted at it in my previous posts, but Esteban really enjoys cooking and he is skilled at it too! He especially loves to be able to make food for his partner! To him, the effort that goes into a meal is the best way to show the extent of his feelings!

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Dr. Seraph

🧪 He turned to a life of crime because people in the scientific world didn’t believe that his ideas were possible, so he couldn’t explore his whole potential. Fatalité was the one to approach him and to offer him a job in exchange for limitless funding.

🧪 Vincent even used to have a small crush on Fatalité, since he was the first to believe in him. But soon it died down because of the verbal and physical abuse.

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screamingcryingandthrowinguprn · 2 years ago

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Jealous (Wally Clark x Reader)

A little Wally Clark blurb, because I love him.

Warnings: A little angst, but fluffy comfort! Tried to keep it gender-neutral, and did not use (Y/N)!

Hope y'all like it, and other people will start writing for Wally too!

xXx

You loved you boyfriend exactly as he is, an outgoing and very likeable guy, extremely welcoming. This extended to everyone he met, with the new girl, Maddie, being no exception. You were sympathetic to her situation. It was not easy finding out you died, especially considering she was murdered with no recollection of her death.

It seems like Wally made it his life mission to cheer her up or at least make her feel a little less miserable. While you loved that he wanted to spread his cheer, you felt a little left behind as he shifted his focus to her.

So, when Field Day came, you saw it as a way to not only trash the school on retaliation for your imprisonment, you could also blow off a bit of your anger at the Wally-Maddie situation. As soon as you made it to the field, you picked up a metal bat and began swinging on a wooden pole nearby you. When you heard a vehicle pulling up, you perked your head up, hearing the laughs of Wally and Maddie. You watched as he guided her swings against the vending machines, then whipping off his shirt as he runs around cheering.

As stupid as it was, you could feel angry tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You quietly slipped away from the group, heading back to the school. You had almost made it back without being noticed, until you heard Mr. Martin softly call your name. You stopped, wiping your eyes, and turned towards him.

"Where are you going? Field day is out here," he asks, motioning towards the group of ghosts causing unseen chaos a few yards away.

"I think I'm done for the day. Just need to go take a walk inside, Mr. Martin. A little break from the crazy," you explained, trying to come off as nonchalant. You could tell Mr. Martin did not fully believe you, but he let you go without any further questioning, letting you know you could talk to him later if you needed to. You nodded and slipped back inside.

You roamed the halls of the school, allowing memories of your time whilst alive swirl through your head, some from after your death as well. Anger and sadness swelled in your chest, and paired with your slight jealousy of Maddie, as ridiculous as you knew it was, sent you over the edge. Hot tears blurred your vision, leaking down your cheeks as your forehead met with the cool metal of the lockers. Your fists slammed against the red, the sound echoing down the halls as a soft sob left you.

You were angry at yourself for getting this upset. You knew Wally loved you, that he would never intentionally hurt you. And you were sure Maddie was not looking for anything more than friendship, if she was even looking for that among her investigation.

Your loud thoughts and sobs left you deaf to the boy calling out to you from down the hall. you weren't made aware of his presence until his hand made gentle contact with your shoulder. You whipped around, startled, until your eyes met the rich brown eyes that you love so much. His eyebrows furrowed together as he glanced at the wet marks running down your face.

"Hey, what's wrong," he asked, concern laced in his voice.

"It's nothing, Wally. I'm just being silly," you replied, moving your arm to wipe your face.

"It's not silly if its making you this upset." His hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks and tenderly wiping the wetness from under your eyes. You groaned, wanting to hide your face from him as you realized he wasn't planning on letting you go without an answer.

"Okay, okay, I have been feeling a little off lately," You started, only continuing once he nodded at you to. "I feel like I should be used to being dead by now, and I am pretty accepting of it, but days like this just remind me that I AM dead. Then I start thinking about my life, which sucks. But also… I haven't seen much of you recently."

He urged you to continue, bringing his face closer to yours.

"You've been a bit busy lately… With Maddie. Don't get me wrong, I love that you are trying to make her afterlife a bit better, and there is no one who can do it better than you. I am just feeling a little left behind."

Wally's eyes widened as a panicked look shot onto his face, dropping his hands from your cheeks, opting for wrapping his arms around your shoulders, crushing your body against his.

"No, no, no. That's not even close to what is happening, I swear. I just want to be friends with Maddie, nothing else," sincerety was apparent in his tone. You let out a quiet chuckle, wrapping your arms around his midsection and holding him as close as you could, burying your face in his chest.

"I know, I know. Call it paranoia. You would never hurt me," you mumbled against him. He pulled back, cupping your face again, staring into your eyes.

"Never ever. You're it for me. All I want and more."

"I don't regret meeting you. You are my everything, Wally Clark."

Your lips met in a sweet, firm kiss, trying to convey all the love you held to each other.

#school spirits (2023)#School Spirits #wally Clark #wally clark x reader #school spirits x reader

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reptisoil · 2 years ago

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Beach Day! || Martin Kratt x GN! Reader ||

Summary: Y/n and Martin break away from the gang to have a day at the beach. Chaos is what they return to but the day away from everything made life so much easier.

Warnings: None

Word count: 885

Note: Antoehr WK fanfic! Yippe! Yall seems to enjoy "Im stuck" so yea!

The Createrra stopped on the sand as Martin shut it off, already reaching back to grab stuff that he and his s/o, Y/n, would need for the day. They turned around in their seat and griped the headrest, surveying what Martin wasn't grabbing and then grabbing it themself. He managed to grab a lot of the heavier stuff as the two made their way toward the water. "See, completely alone!"

As if on cue, a crab appeared out of the sand and tripped Martin. He fell flat on his face as Y/n giggled, grabbing what they could while asking if he was okay. "Im fine." He picked his head up, spitting out sand for a minute while Y/n made their way to the water line. Martin picked up what was left and ran to them. "Now Im even better! You're here, we're at the beach, all is good."

Meanwhile, the crew at the HQ was not having a good time without their main organizer, Y/n, and Martin knew where half the things people needed were! They two left their creature pods in the Tortuga so they could detox for the day completely. Chris lets out a wale of frustration, "WHERE IS MY CREATURE POWER SUIT?!"

After a few minutes, Y/n and Martin managed to set up a decently laid out set up with the extra towels they brought to lay on the sand so drying off wouldn't be so sandy. The couple planned to be here all day if all went well. Y/n pulled out the sunscreen and put some on their face and what skin was showing on their body then did Martin the exact same way. The cool liquid felt like a shock to his skin at first but then the warmth of Y/n's hands made it better after a few seconds.

The two had gotten there just after sunrise so they had all the time in the day to exist in the pure niceness of the other's company. For the first twenty (20) minutes, they did just that, Y/n put their head on Martin's shoulder and the two just basked in the sun and each other's silent show of affection.

Back at the HQ, things had slightly calmed. That was until they realized the keys to start the Tortuga were in Martin's bag... On the beach... with Martin. Chris let out a sob, missing his brother and the calmness both he and his partner brought to the Tortuga.

The sun was now high in the sky and Martin decided that he and Y/n should swim but without them knowing. "Hey, Y/n, I wanna see if I can still pick you up! It'll be fun!" They chuckled and nodded, standing in a T-pose before Martin picked them up on his shoulder. Their hands managed to slap his butt a few times which made them giggle but because they were so focused on what they were doing they failed to notice that Martin was moving towards the water.

By the time they did notice, they were going back first into a wave. Y/n sits up and tries to catch their breath then is hit by another wave. Martin laughed so hard that he leaned over his knees. Y/n saw the opportunity and yanked him into the third (3rd) wave that ended up taking both of them down. The two stood when they could and Y/n tackled Martin, trying to send him into the waves that went past their waist.

The two spent the next thirty (30) minutes sending each other into various waves before they took a nice swim to relax before they ate back on the beach with each other. Martin got out and laid down first, allowing Y/n to use his chest as a pillow of sorts. After a while of drying in the sun together, they pulled out a small bite to eat before taking a nap together.

Chris decided a while a go that he should nap, this decision later Chris decided a while ago that he should nap, this decision later came to bite him in the butt. A wolf puppy managed to make his way into the Tortuga and he jumped onto Chris' stomach an hour into his nap. He shot up and started coughing. This scares the pup who jumps down and starts barking for help. Soon the pup's pack showed up and cornered Chris. "Help-"

As the two woke up, they saw the sun was setting and decided to head back to Tortuga. They packed up everything they'd brought and shoved it all back in the Createrra. Once they got back, the sun was far gone. Martin was laughing at something Y/n said while they giggled and walked inside. As they walked into the main area, they stopped giggling and stopped walking suddenly which made Martin bump into them. He registered what was happening in front of him and he dropped whatever he was carrying. "What happened while we were gone?!"

Chris peels himself off of the floor before answering his brother, "You don't want to know, bro..." He then fell back to the floor, sticking like gum.

The couple looked at each other, not ready to fix this mess right now, before walking backward to sleep in the Createrra for the night.

Chris decided a while ago that he should nap, this decision later came to bite him in the butt. A wolf puppy managed to make his way into the Tortuga and he jumped onto Chris' stomach an hour into his nap. He shot up and started coughing. This scares the pup who jumps down and starts barking for help. Soon the pup's pack showed up and cornered Chris. "Help-"

Chris peels himself off of the floor before answering his brother, "You don't want to know, bro..." He then fell back to the floor, sticking like gum.

The couple looked at each other, not ready to fix this mess right now, before walking backward to sleep in the Createrra for the night.

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biblio-smia · 2 years ago

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lay close and listen [ethan landry x reader]

pre-ghostface / no ghostface alternate - spoiler free!

masterlist | requests are open!

pairing: ethan landry x gender neutral reader

warnings: brief angst, fluff

part 2 now posted!

Ethan Landry was a loser. It was an undeniable, irrefutable fact that no one could help but admit with a shrug and a small smile. Ethan had friends, yes, but was a loser in the sense that he had no smoothness when it came to romance, unlike the Meeks Martin twins. He had no charm like Tara did and he lacked the ability to flirt that Quinn regularly equipped. He didn't have your magnetism or sweetness that drew everyone in until they were completely, hopelessly, in love with you.

The universal truth that Ethan Landry had no game was suddenly and shockingly disrupted at the news that Ethan Landry had a girlfriend.

You, as his best friend, were the first to find out.

You sat there, on Ethan's bed in the room he shared with Chad, in utter surprise. Your eyes were wide and your mouth agape as you tried to feign happiness.

"Ethan, that's- that's great! Who is she?"

"Her name's Amy and she has Calculus with me." Ethan said proudly, a blush dusting his cheeks.

"Oh, so she's smart," you teased lightly, your brain still catching up to process the information.

"No, she's totally failing. I already promised to help her, though." Ethan was clearly proud of himself, grinning from ear to ear. Your smile, however, faltered at this piece of information.

You knew that Ethan's definition of help was very different from yours. It wasn't a bad thing, but he tended to go above and beyond for people, even when they didn't deserve it.

Your heart clenched as you began to suspect the worst of this girl. It was your intuition, you'd argue, although another nasty feeling was brewing right beside it.

"So, did you guys go on a date? I mean, aren't you moving kind of... fast?"

"Do you think so? I mean, she kissed me already, so—"

"What?" That nasty feeling got bigger, moving into your throat and clouding your head.

"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked, the hurt you felt reflecting in your voice.

Ethan's shoulders slumped as he analyzed your reaction, anticipating a different one. All he could do was shrug, feeling the heat on his face increase and water pool in his eyes.

"That was your first kiss, Ethan." You stated as if he wasn't aware. "Those are supposed to be special."

"Is she not special? She's the first girl to like me, ever. She's the first one to actually see me as something other than—" Ethan's voice broke as the tears forced their way down his face.

"Ethan..." You tried, placing your hand on the one shielding his face from you.

Ethan pushed your hand away, getting up to turn away from you.

"I thought... I thought you'd be happy for me." He stated, voice still quivering despite his arms crossed from his spot in the corner of his room.

You had no reply, other than to get up and leave.

「 ... 」

Ethan didn't interact with you or the group much after that. You thought it was your fault until Ethan sent you a funny post — his way of letting you know you two were okay again when neither of you wanted to apologize.

Ethan's absence was starting to concern the rest of the group, however. It took Chad to say something for it to become a proper discussion.

"It's his new girlfriend," Chad grumbled, swinging his legs off the bench. "I mean, it doesn't even sound right. Ethan and girlfriend?"

You rolled your eyes at the comment.

"It's not just that — I mean, his girlfriend is truly a ... not great person."

"Chad, ever so respectful of women." Anika joked.

"I'm serious! I mean, as soon as he left the room she acted like she owned the place. It's my room too!"

"Sounds like a territorial problem, not a her problem." Mindy concluded. "Just say you're jealous Ethan got a girlfriend before you did." Mindy shrugged, entirely uninterested.

"But he's never around anymore. He barely texts in the group chat, we barely know he's alive!" Chad argued.

"You room with him. I'm sure you see him enough."

"Well," Tara interjected. "He's not wrong." Chad smiled at her gratefully. "He's always hanging with his girlfriend and never with us."

"I'm always hanging with my girlfriend." Mindy countered.

"You kill two birds with one stone." Anika smiled, placing a kiss on Mindy's cheek.

"You guys know how he is. He's probably a mess around her and doesn't want us to see that. He might just not want to introduce her to us." Mindy's eyes fell on you, who had been sitting quietly this entire time.

"Why don't we ask the Ethan Landry expert?" She stepped towards you with a smile.

"What's Ethan's middle name, birthday, and Social Security number?" Mindy moved her phone from her mouth to yours as a fake microphone.

"Very funny." You rolled your eyes playfully, moving Mindy's phone out of your face.

"No but, for real," Chad took a seat next to you, completing the Meeks Martin sandwich. "What do you think about Ethan and his girlfriend?"

Your eyes glanced nervously from Chad to Mindy, then to Tara and Anika closing in on you. You were trapped.

"Well..." You said, staring down at you lap. "I'm not... the biggest fan of her?"

"I knew it!" Chad shot up, a stubborn smile on his face.

"Ugh." Mindy rolled her eyes, head falling onto your shoulder at Chad's ego boost.

You gently pat her arm, comforting her through her loss in the argument.

"Now my friends," Chad began, clapping his hands together. "Is the first order of the Anti-Amy Association."

Collective groans left everyone's mouths as you all collected your things and headed different directions, various excuses leaving your mouths as you left Chad, a determined expression on his face despite his scattered army.

「 ... 」

The complications between Ethan and his girlfriend began small. Ethan began a routine of showing up at your dorm, unannounced and annoyed. You'd let him rant about Amy and comfort him in any way you could. Your final piece of advice was always the same: break up with her. Ethan would leave your room with determination that would disappear once he was 10 feet within Amy.

You began growing tired of the never-ending cycle. You made your annoyance clear the next time Ethan came over with steam to blow off.

"You know what I don't get? How she can be so mean to Mindy. They don't even know each other!" Ethan exclaimed, shoving another angry handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"You know what I don't get, Ethan?" The anger that'd been pent up had finally reached its limit. "Why you don't just fucking break up with her. She treats your friends and everyone around you like shit! How long are you gonna defend her just because she's your girlfriend?"

Ethan's face hardened as your words processed, already making moves to leave, only sparing you one final glance.

"Maybe because she's the only fucking person who actually loves me." Ethan shut the door behind him, but his argument sounded weak to his own ears.

「 ... 」

The next time you saw, or more accurately heard, Ethan was when he came knocking on your dorm room in the pattern he always did. It was uniquely his and it notified you of his presence immediately. You shot up from your seat at your desk, opening the door and allowing space for Ethan to walk in. He was playing with the hem of his shirt and avoiding your eyes. Something was bothering him.

"Ethan?"

His unresponsiveness made you pull him in for a hug, a tight one that you reserve for moments like these.

Ethan relaxed into your touch, letting out a heavy sigh.

After a few of his favorite snacks that you always kept a ready stock of, Ethan was ready to talk.

"I'm sorry." Ethan started, shame washing over him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," you smiled. "We all did."

Ethan sighed, flopping down next to you in your bed.

"It's over." He mumbled. "I just... really wanted her to like me. And, I do think she does, but she doesn't like me me."

"More like the idea of you?" You suggested.

"Not even. She likes my potential." Ethan sighed in defeat and you felt your heart ache.

"She told me..." Ethan took a breath. "She told me I was hot but that was it. She said I was a 'fucking loser with no personality.' She thought I was gonna have sex with her and secretly be this, like, magic sex god, or something..." Ethan tried for a laugh but it fell short.

"And maybe she's right." Ethan went on. "I mean, I think everyone can collectively agree on that, at least."

Angry tears pooled in your eyes, but you wiped them before Ethan could see. You turned over onto your side so the two of you were face to face.

"Ethan. You're a loser who doesn't know how to talk to girls." You stated, watching the shock strike Ethan's face. "But you're more than that. You're smart and you work hard. You're funny and sweet and helpful and kind. Sometimes you're so much of a people pleaser I want to slap you—"

Ethan laughed and you noticed he had tears in his eyes.

"But you're one of my favorite people, ever."

"Even if I can't talk to girls?"

"Especially because you can't talk to girls. It makes me love you a million times more."

Ethan hugged you so hard he knocked you onto your back, his silent tears creating a wet spot on your shirt. You rubbed his back soothingly, playing with his curls in the way you knew he liked.

"So," you started once his tears were dried. "Do I have my best friend back?"

Ethan nodded, laying his head on your chest as you held him close, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. Your hearts raced in tandem, each of you mistaking the other's pounding heart beat as your own.

"I'm not going anywhere ever again."

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 1 year ago

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No Control* // Chad Meeks Martin x Reader x Ethan Landry

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: things are awkward after your boyfriend, chad, walked in on you with his best friend, ethan. you’re terrified that you’ve ruined everything, but chad has other ideas.

warnings: language, smut, threesome, switch!chad, switch!reader, switch!ethan, use of the pet name “good boy” once, p in v, masturbation, hand job, being caught the morning after

word count: 3.3k

a/n: reader has female anatomy, but gender neutral pronouns are used. also im relatively new to writing smut, so apologies of its not the best!

part one part two

Stained coffee cup

Just a fingerprint of lipstick's not enough

Sweet, where you lay

Still a trace of innocence on the pillow case

Chad sat up straight on his bed, staring blankly at the wall. His mind racing with the image of you and Ethan together. His girlfriend and his best friend. He should be furious. Right? So why wasn’t he? Maybe he was a little sad, the thought that you don’t love him anymore staying in the back of his mind. But he knew you better than that. You loved him. You still do. Things were perfect between the two of you, there was no way you suddenly got tired of him overnight.

Realistically? Chad figured that you somehow found out about Ethan’s little crush on you, which he wasn’t that good at hiding, and that you had reciprocated the feelings. You had somehow found yourself falling in love with someone else, while still loving Chad all the same. And Chad couldn’t even blame you. After all, it was Ethan. Chad would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about his roommate in that way more than a few times.

Still, he wished you had just talked to him about all this. Everything would’ve been so much easier. But he knew why you didn’t. You felt like you were betraying him. And in a way, you had. You went behind his back and slept with someone else. But if he was being honest with himself, had he been in the same situation with Ethan, he probably would’ve done the same exact thing you had.

Waking up beside you, I'm a loaded gun

I can't contain this anymore

I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control

“Chad? You here?” Ethan asked, shutting the door to their dorm behind him as he walked inside.

Chad’s head perked up slightly at the sound of Ethan’s voice, but he didn’t make a move to respond. He heard footsteps coming closer, and then the door to his bedroom slowly creaked open. Ethan poked his head in, and Chad turned to face him.

“Hey,” Ethan said, tugging awkwardly at the collar of his shirt.

“Hi,” Chad replied, not quite meeting Ethan’s eyes.

After waiting a few moments, Ethan realized Chad wasn’t going to speak again, so he took that as permission to enter the room. Ethan walked over and sat down next to Chad on his bed. Chad went back to staring at the wall, and Ethan looked over at Chad nervously.

“Look man, I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am. I never should’ve-”

“Do you love them?” Chad asked, cutting Ethan off.

“What…?” Ethan asked, taken aback by the question.

Chad finally turned his head to look at Ethan, and he repeated the question.

“Do you love them?”

After a pause, Ethan nodded. “Well, uhm, yeah. I- I think I do. No, I- I definitely do. I love them.”

Chad hummed in response, looking away again. The tension between the two of them was palpable, but it wasn’t for the reason that Ethan assumed it was.

“Do you love me?” Chad asked, too nervous to take his gaze off the floor.

“Huh?” Ethan replied, almost sounding confused by the question.

“You heard me. Do you?”

“Well, I mean of course I do. You’re my best friend,” Ethan answered, not sure what to make of the question.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that,” Chad said, his voice shaking. He finally forced himself to face Ethan.

“Oh. OH,” Ethan said, the true meaning of Chad’s question finally clicking in his head. “Uhm, yeah. I- I do.”

The look of pure terror slowly faded from Chad’s face. “Why did you never say anything?”

“Well, you were with y/n. And- well I’ve never felt like this for a guy before, I didn’t know what to make of it. I guess I was just… scared.” Ethan’s cheeks turned pink as he met Chad’s eyes. “Wait, does that mean you feel the same way?”

“Does this answer your question?”

Chad leaned in and kissed him, his hand resting on the side of Ethan’s face. Ethan’s eyes widened, and he froze, his brain short-circuiting by the sudden affection. Once his mind caught up with his body, he started to kiss Chad back. They both felt dizzy, months of unspoken feelings all pouring out within a few moments. It felt magical. And even more than that, it felt right.

Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, no control

You laid on your bed, staring up at your ceiling, tears staining your face. Your roommate, Anika, was out on a date with Mindy, so you didn’t even bother trying to keep quiet as you sobbed. You ruined things with Chad, and consequently, you might’ve ruined things with Ethan as well. You felt like you were living in hell, and the worst part was that it was a hell of your own making. Why couldn’t you have just been honest? Or better yet, you should’ve just made a decision.

But even attempting to do that would’ve been pointless, and you knew that. You wouldn’t be able to choose. You loved Chad, and over the course of your blossoming relationship with Ethan, you felt yourself beginning to fall in love with him too. You couldn’t choose because you loved them both. You didn’t have a favorite, or a preference. You wanted them both. But realistically, that wasn’t going to be possible.

You felt yourself finally beginning to drift off to the blissful relief of sleep, when a loud knocking at your front door jolted you awake. Groaning, you forced yourself out of bed. It was probably just Anika, who somehow always forgot her keys. You trudged over to the door and pulled it open, preparing to poke fun at your roommate for her forgetfulness, when you saw Chad and Ethan standing outside your door.

“Oh, uhm. Hi?” you said, inwardly cringing at how awkward you sounded.

“Can we come in? We need to talk to you,” Chad said, Ethan nodding in agreement.

You felt your stomach twisting in knots as you nodded and moved aside to let them in. They were probably here to tell you that they both wanted to break it off with you. That you were selfish and disgusting, and that they wanted to move on and find someone better than you. But when you looked back up at their faces, neither of them seemed upset. In fact, they almost seemed… giddy? That was the only word you could think of to describe it. And that just confused you even more.

They walked inside, and you shut the door behind them. Chad walked into your open bedroom, with Ethan following right behind him. You went in after them, sitting down on your bed, feeling a slight bit confused as they did the same.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

Taste on my tongue

I don't want to wash away the night before

In the heat, where you lay

I could stay right here and burn in it all day

“Do you still love me?” Chad asked, even though he already knew the answer.

You scrunched your eyebrows up in confusion, nodding anyway. “Of course I do. Did you really have to ask me that?”

“What about me?” Ethan asked, turning your attention towards him.

You nodded again, not quite following. “Uh, yeah. I do.”

Ethan smiled, and you felt your heart skip a beat at the sight. How had it taken you so long to realize how breathtakingly gorgeous he was?

“So, we have something to ask you,” Chad said.

“Which is?” you replied, feeling more confused as time went on. It didn’t seem like either of them were dumping you. So what was going on?

“Would you be interested in being with both of us? Like officially?” Chad asked.

Your eyes widened in shock. He wasn’t being serious, right? He looked so upset when he caught you with Ethan a few hours ago. Why was he suddenly in support of it?

“Are you serious? You would be okay with that?”

“Well, yeah,” Chad answered.

“It wouldn’t be like you just dating the both of us. It would be all three of us, together,” Ethan chimed in.

The puzzle pieces clicked in your head. Finally, you understood what was going on. Not only did they both want you, but they also wanted each other. That’s why Chad wasn’t angry when he saw you and Ethan together. That weird expression on his face finally made sense. He thought it was hot. You felt all your nerves disappear, and a smile grew on your face.

You turned to Chad. “You liar! I knew you had feelings for Ethan! You’re not as discreet as you think.”

Ethan laughed, a smile on his face. “Wait, you knew he liked me?”

“Are you kidding? That one time we all went to the beach, he almost choked on his smoothie when you took your shirt off!”

Chad smiled awkwardly, feeling slightly embarrassed by the current conversation. “Okay, okay. We don’t need to talk about all of that…”

“Oh, but I think we do,” you smiled mischievously.

Chad waved dismissively, trying to change the subject. “You still never gave us an answer. Do you-”

You cut him off, “Yes, obviously!”

Waking up beside you, I'm a loaded gun

I can't contain this anymore

I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control

“Oh my god!”

You groaned slightly, being stirred from your sleep by the sound of shouting coming from somewhere near your bedroom door. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and your sight came into focus. Anika and Mindy were standing on the other side of your open door, wide eyed.

“My eyes!” Mindy shouted, her hands flying up to shield her face.

“Mindy, grow up,” Anika said, laughing softly at her girlfriend’s theatrics.

Why were they freaking out? What’s going on? Oh. That was why. Chad and Ethan were asleep on either side of you, all of your clothes scattered across your bedroom floor. The only thing protecting your decency was the comforter pulled over the three of you. But it wasn’t very hard to figure out what happened. Which judging by their reactions, Anika and Mindy already had.

“What’s all the yelling about?” Chad mumbled, slowly waking up.

He looked around, his eyes meeting Mindy, and he dove under the blanket instantly in a panic. You giggled as you watched Chad freak out, finding his panic to be quite hilarious.

“So, when did this happen?” Anika asked, a teasing smile on her face.

You shrugged, feeling quite awkward about being caught in this position. “Uh… last night?”

“Is it safe to look now?” Mindy asked, her hands still over her eyes.

“Chad’s hiding under the blanket if that’s what you’re worried about,” you replied, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

Slowly, Mindy lowered her hands, feeling less nauseated once Chad was out of view. “I know you and my brother are together, but I never want to have to deal with that image ever again.”

“Wait, so was this like a hookup, or…?” Anika asked, still very invested in this whole situation.

“No. We’re together. Like, all of us,” you replied, smiling awkwardly.

“Can we please finish this conversation after we have our clothes back on?” Chad asked, his voice muffled by the blanket over his head.

Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, no control

You, Chad, and Ethan have been together for almost a month now. Everything was perfect. It was everything you had ever dreamed of and more. You had two boyfriends, who you loved unconditionally, and who felt the same about you. Sure, there were still some issues, but every relationship has them. But getting to be with both of them was worth any problem that came your way.

Soon, Anika moved out of your shared apartment to live with Mindy, and your boyfriends moved in. It took a while to get your living situation sorted out, but soon it felt perfect. Everything was so domestic. You had never felt happier, and Chad and Ethan felt the same way. Having two boyfriends just made your life more exciting. You couldn’t even begin to describe all of the feelings this relationship gave you. And your sex life got a hell of a lot more exciting too.

Lost my senses, I'm defenseless

Her perfume's holding me ransom

Sweet and sour, heart devoured

Lying here, I count the hours

“What is it? What do you want, baby?” you asked Ethan, gripping his jaw tightly to keep his eyes trained on you.

Ethan whined and reached out towards you, only for Chad to slap his hand away.

“Use your words baby. How are we supposed to give you what you want if you don’t tell us?” Chad said, his tone condescending.

“I- I want you to touch me. Please, touch me,” Ethan begged, desperation in his voice.

“What do you think Chad? Has he been good enough?”

“I think so baby. He’s always such a good boy for us. Isn’t that right, Ethan?”

Ethan nodded eagerly, or nodded as best as he could, your hand still gripping his jaw tightly.

“Alright then. How do you want us to touch you baby…?” you let go of Ethan’s jaw, your hand sliding down his bare chest instead.

“I- I don’t care. However you want. Just touch me please,” Ethan whimpered, sounding even more desperate for anything you and Chad decided to give him.

You lightly pushed on Ethan’s shoulders, making him lie down on your bed. You moved to straddle his boxer-clad waist, eliciting a soft moan from Ethan at the small bit of friction. You were dressed in nothing but your bra and panties, a lilac set that Ethan gifted you. The sight of you in it always made his head spin.

Chad kneeled beside you, resting back on his heels. He palmed himself through his boxers, sighing in relief at the feeling. You looked over at Chad, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Chad sighed, “No.”

“You know you’re not allowed to unless I give you permission.”

“I- I know,” he said, looking a bit upset at having been caught.

Waking up, beside you I'm a loaded gun

I can't contain this anymore

I'm all yours, I've got no control, no control

You went to say something else, when Ethan flipped you over, straddling your hips and keeping you pinned to the bed. Chad raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. He shifted closer to the two of you, intrigued by the change in the situation.

“Whatcha doing baby?” you asked, looking up at Ethan, seeming completely unfazed. Almost as if you had expected this.

Ethan smiled down at you. “You were taking too long. Need you too bad to wait. I think Chad can agree with me on that.”

“Oh, definitely,” Chad said, moving to kneel by your head.

“So what’re you gonna do about it?” you taunted, knowing full well what they intended to do.

“We’re just gonna take what we want,” Ethan said, leaning down to kiss you.

You kissed him back, your hands getting tangled in his hair. You tugged lightly, causing him to whimper. You smirked against his lips, before biting down on his bottom lip. Just hard enough to hurt, without causing any damage. Chad whined slightly, causing you and Ethan to let out a laugh at his neediness.

“Aww, you want some attention too baby?” you asked, sitting up slightly, pulling Chad into a kiss.

He kissed you hungrily, seeming utterly desperate for your touch. You felt Chad being pulled off of you, and you were confused for a moment, until you saw Ethan pull Chad in to meet his lips. You grinned up at the sight, watching your boyfriends make out above you. You could never get over how hot they were, especially when they were together.

Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, no control

“Fuck! Just like that baby. You’re doing so good,” Ethan said as he pounded into you mercilessly.

You moaned and babbled unintelligibly, your ability to form words long gone from the immense pleasure you were feeling. Ethan had your legs up over his shoulders, his thumb working intently on your clit, as he pistoned in and out of your dripping heat. Chad kneeled above you, jerking himself off above your face, his precum dripping down to coat your lips.

You were a mess, falling apart at their hands. You reached out to Chad, pushing his hand away and replacing it with your own. He let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking forward into your touch.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking good at that,” Chad said, breathless and dizzy with pleasure.

“They’re absolute heaven,” Ethan added, his hips stuttering as he spilled his load into the condom.

You whined at the feeling, speeding up your hand on Chad’s throbbing cock. Ethan sped up his movements on your clit, throwing you over the edge as you came with a cry. Chad followed soon after, his cum painting your face. You let your hand fall, utterly exhausted and out of breath.

Ethan pulled out, causing you to wince slightly from the sensitivity. He pulled the condom off and tied it, tossing it in the trash can. You were still out of it, mind floating in a state of pure bliss. Chad smiled down at you, in awe of your beauty. Ethan returned before you even realized he had left, a warm cloth in his hand which he used to clean you off.

You felt yourself slowly come back to reality when you felt yourself being tucked into bed between your boyfriends, new sheets on the bed, and a comfy pair of pajamas on your body.

No control

You rolled over to face Ethan, an annoyed (but not really) smile on your face. “You asshole! I was supposed to be in charge tonight!”

You shoved his shoulder playfully, trying to appear angry. But he could see right through you. He simply smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Sorry baby. You just looked so good I couldn’t resist. You’ll be in charge next time, I promise. Absolutely no overthrowing.”

He laughed softly at the pout on your face. You both knew you weren’t really upset, with the way he had just made you feel that would be impossible. Still, you felt like keeping up this act for a little longer. You flipped over to face Chad.

“And you! You just went along with it! What, do I just not get any respect around here?”

Chad smiled, kissing your cheek. “Oh come on. You were practically asking for it. You know how impatient Ethan gets. He can only take so much of your teasing before he snaps and flips you over.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless. You turned to lay on your back, Chad and Ethan cuddling up to you. You were always the big spoon, even when you weren’t in charge during your little excursions. You held them close, the warm blanket enveloping the three of you. You smiled to yourself, overwhelmed with happiness and love for your boyfriends. Slowly, you drifted off to sleep, excited to wake up and start the next day with the loves of your life.

Powerless, and I don't care it's obvious

I just can't get enough of you

The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, no control

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thesupreme316 · 1 year ago

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aew stars and their form of aftercare??

darius martin, dante martin, hook, action andretti, ricky starks, eddie kingston, wheeler yuta, santana, ortiz, & mjf??

you could even do two parts if it's all too much for one :)

AEW STARS HEADCANON: Aftercare

Pairings: Darius Martin x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Hook x Reader, Action Andretti x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Ricky Starks x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader, Santana x Reader

Word Count: 952

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, thanks to bae @hooks-martin for requesting this. I hope everyone enjoys it (its a big one boys). Also this is gender neutral. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: not proofread, suggestive content, GIFS AINT MINE

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @eddie-kingstons-wifey @cassie0sstuff @batzy-watzy

Darius Martin

This man is so damn romantic it’s not even funny

First, he would ask if you are okay and get you some water, clean you up etc.

I feel like this man is so with the idea of talk to their lover about everything and nothing

He loves to hear your perspective on various things

He just wants to lay in your presence

Kisses any marks you have and tells you how good of a job you did

“Let me kiss it better”

Darius is so gentle with you that anyone would think that he couldn’t hurt a fly (say that to your ass-)

Hook

Sir is very much gentle with you

Will lift you up and take you to the shower/bath

Washes up with you and even scrubs your back and legs

Gives you a hoodie to wear

Ya’ll will watch a show together while entangling your legs

If y’all get another round on, cool

If y’all don’t, also cool

He’s down with whatever

Hook doesn’t speak much after sex but his actions lets you know how much he loves you

Action Andretti

I think Andretti is so damn sweet

Cleans you up, makes sure you have water and a snack near, everything

Man would message you

If sees any marks on you, he would feel bad yet proud

Like he was able to produce that but is upset that your body prolly feels bad

He delicately kisses you everywhere

Loves it when you wear his shirt afterwards

Will literally do everything you ask and more

Ricky Starks (Round 4 I mean-)

THIS MAN IS A TEASE

He would tease you about how you sounded and great you felt

Will take you to a shower to clean up

But in actuality, you’re having another round in there

He literally can’t keep his hands off of you

Will kiss your marks and any areas that you feel “Insecure” about (BITCH YOU DON’T HAVE ANY)

Ricky will pull you closer as you two just take in each other’s breathing

…

And then you would have another round-

Eddie Kingston

This is your lover and best friend wrapped into one

Will joke about your session to make you laugh

Eddie is a romantic person but not an overly romantic person or soft guy

Has a different way of aftercare (not saying anything negative)

After making sure you’re okay/not hurt, Eddie will throw one of his shirts at you for you to put it on

Then you make your way down stairs where you two are eating pizza or burgers or cake, it don’t matter to him

Will make sure your confidence is through the roof when ya’ll are done

Literally just wants to make sure that you’re smiling and happy

Or he’s out like a light…he can’t help it sometimes

Wheeler Yuta

Mr. I-did-a-great-job-but-i-need-your-validation is here

Will ask you if you’re okay…and then waits for your praise

You have to be careful cause that’s how you turn him on too

At this point, you’re giving him aftercare

He likes to be babied

If anything you have to drag him to the shower to clean up

Wheeler loves to be taken care of (CAUSE HE’S A BRAT)

Immediately is clingy after the shower

Will not let you leave the bed…you tried and he just pulled you back down in a headlock

Santana

MANS CUDDLES AND THEN COOKS FOR YOU AND THEN YOU EAT IN BED (THIS IS MY FANTASY)

You don’t have to move a muscle

He cleans you up, he puts his shirt on you, you literally don’t have to ask for anything (IT COMES WITH THE SERVICE)

As you’re sitting/eating/waiting he’s just whispering sweet things in your ear

If you allowed him to, he would go on a trip about how good you are to him

Santana will hold you for hours on end

I believe that he would ignore the world until you fall asleep

And then and only then can he fall asleep too

Santana is that man who puts your needs before his

Dante Martin

Takes this shit so personal; has a routine for everything

And if he forgets a part of the routine…end of the world

I think he would be a nervous person/ someone who might need reassuring

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

Cuddling makes him feel safe like nothing can harm him in this moment

OKAY LISTEN TO ME I can see cockwarming being his thing DONT FIGHT ME

Mans is tall so he has a size kink or some shit idk

But just wants to make sure that you know that you are loved

MJF

I feel like before Max would simply hit it and quit it

Like he would get what he wants and then leave without even thinking about the girl

But ever since he met you, he’s been more attentive to how he treats people

Especially you after sex

You two talk about everything as Max caresses your skin…and talks about himself

I think Max would also take this time to reflect your relationship and how happy he is

Loves to smother you but you betta not tell anyone…especially Max Caster

Prolly would not move for hours on end…unless you want too wink wink

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