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Just watched Alien: Romulus now I want to make an Alien AU with Ettore
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THE SIMPLEST SOLUTION. PT 1.

MDNI.
Martin x reader x Michael Gavey
Word count: about 3.7k
Warnings: porn with very little plot, afab reader, she/her pronouns, cunnilingus, messy feelings, Martin's chill, Michael's not.
A/n: hi hello welcome to my random unbeta'd fic please enjoy
"I don't fucking get it." You groaned, your fingertips coming up to rub at your temples - though what you really wanted to do, was rip your hair out, and smash the mathematics textbook over —
"I didn't expect much from you, but really."
His head. Michael Gavey. Your math tutor. You had made a deal with him a few weeks ago, and who knew that the unassuming genius would turn out to be the devil incarnate? Certainly not you. It had been simple; his brain, your fingers.
Not like that. He wanted to learn how to play guitar, and you, with your band that played on the weekends at the local pub, considered yourself to be damn good at it. It had seemed fair, at the time. But now, tears pricked at your eyes, and you felt like a child again, sitting across the table from your father as he explained long division to you again, and your brain refused to comprehend it.
"Asshole." You muttered.
He smirked, and set his pencil down. "Perhaps if you spent more time studying, and less time with your greasy boyfriend, you'd understand."
"And maybe if you got laid once in a while, you wouldn't be such a cunt!" You spat back at him. You stared at each other, glaring fiercely, anger bubbling beneath the surface. He exhaled slowly, through his nose.
"One more try. Then we'll call it a night. Deal?" He asked, trying to reason with you.
He liked seeing you angry. It excited him, thrilled him - but he didn't want to make you too angry, and have you leave him. He knew you had a boyfriend, that imposing cryptid that you kissed on the cheek, and the lips, and—
He coughed, mentally wiping his mind of that image. He knew he was jealous, he had come to terms with it weeks ago, after a quick and hot rub of his crotch made him cum so hard he saw stars, face buried in the pillow you had plopped on your lap. It wasn't fair that Mark, Matthew, whatever his name was, got to hold you, got to touch you, taste you, and Michael only ever got to frustrate you.
He knew he was jealous. But you couldn't know that. It would ruin everything.
"Michael, no matter how many times you explain this thing, it doesn't make sense." You said, utterly frustrated with yourself. Your hands did go up to your hair then, tugging.
Michael pressed his lips together, and patted your shoulder. It was the only part of you that he permitted himself to touch, beside your hands when they brushed, knees when they knocked. "Let me try to show you a different method. A new perspective, if you will." He offered, his voice softer, and a touch sweeter.
You agreed - without much of a choice. Despite your reservations - by the end of the night you understood the problem, and Michael even had you explain how to solve it to him. He'd never say it, but he was proud of you, it was written all over his face.
You gathered your things and tucked them in your old black backpack, the one with the straps that you had to resew every six months. Michael watched you for a moment, then turned and started to rifle through a drawer. As you turned to say your goodbyes, he was there, holding a crunchy bar.
"For you." He said.
You smiled, brighter than the moon on a clear night. "You're sure?"
"Of course."
You took it from his hand, your fingers brushing against each other. Michael opened his mouth to say something, but your phone pinged before he could make a sound.
It was a text from Martin, your boyfriend.
[ just got dinner. Omw. ]
You smiled, and shot a quick text back. "I gotta go, Michael. Thank you so much, for the candy, for everything."
You bade a quick goodbye, and jogged down to the parking lot, where Martin was pulling up.
In his room, Michael seethed with jealousy, now that he was free to show his true face. He paced the room back and forth, so hard that he might wear a hole in the carpet - that's when he noticed you'd left your jacket behind. Black, oversized, with some band logo on the sleeve. Martin's, probably. With a twist of his stomach, he thought, you'd look better in one of his sweaters.
Michael plucked the hoodie up by the collar, holding it away from him like it might bite him. He licked his lips. Slowly, he brought it closer and closer, until his lips brushed over the ratty fabric. He inhaled, deeply.
It smelled like you. Not entirely like you, there were still hints of him. Of Martin. Sweat and oil and other godawful chemicals he liked to play with. Him and his models. Michael sneered, but only for a second. He pressed his face fully into the hoodie, smashing his glasses against the bridge of his nose.
He moaned.
Martin greeted you with a smile as he pushed the passenger door open from his side, the hinges squeaking in protest. You climbed in, and he tapped his cheek. With a laugh you obliged him, and planted a warm kiss to his jaw. The car smelled like dinner, ramen from a local place that held many of your memories together, laughter, fretting over bloodied knuckles, all of it.
"How was it?" He asked. He watched you buckle in, and took off once you were secure.
"Well," you said, pulling out Michael's crunchy bar. "I did so well, he gave me a reward."
Martin chuckled dryly. "Wait 'til we get home, I'll give you an even better one." His hand fell from the steering wheel, and onto your knee. His fingers found the holes in your jeans, and he started tracing the skin of your knees with light, teasing strokes.
You shivered. "Don't start, or I'm going to have to start, too."
In response, Martin squeezed your thigh. "I'm a good driver, but I don't know if I'm that good." He mused. "Besides, I couldn't look at you. That's the best part."
After dinner, while you were brushing your teeth in the bathroom, Michael texted you.
[ you left your jacket here. I only just noticed. ]
You swore quietly, and smacked your forehead. "Stupid." You muttered.
[ will you be there tomorrow? I can pick it up in the afternoon. I'm swamped in the morning. ]
You waited for a long moment. Then finally,
[ I'll be here. ]
[ thank you, Michael ❤️ ]
"Everythin' alright?" Martin asked, leaning against the doorframe. "I heard you swearin'."
You nodded. "I left my hoodie at Michael's. He was just letting me know."
"Awful nice of him." Martin mused. "Better than what I'd have done."
"Oh?" You asked, setting your phone down. "What would you have done?"
Martin grinned that evil smile of his, and sauntered closer to you. He was shirtless, post-shower, and just in a pair of gym shorts. You, meanwhile, wore one of his shirts, and a pair of boxers. He leaned down, and flicked the tip of his finger over your chin. "I would have fucked it until it smelled like me." He whispered, so close you could feel his warmth radiating off of his skin. He licked the tip of your nose with his ever-blue tongue. "Every time you wore it, you'd think of me."
His arms snakes around your waist, and brought you flush against his chest. His wet hair tickled your cheeks, like his lizard's tongue did when he had her 'kiss' you goodbye. Martin kissed you then, his fingers pressing into your flesh. You hooked your arms around his neck, and he pushed you against the counter, his desire evident against your stomach.
An hour later, you were both fast asleep, the scent of sex lingering in the air. You were curled against his chest, and his arms were around you, just like they always were - protective and possessive.
The next morning, he drove you to college as usual. You shared a long kiss goodbye, and went about your day. You took notes, studied, did everything a good student should do. Then at about 2, you made your way up to Michael's dorm room. You lifted your hand to knock, but Michael opened it before you could.
"Oh, hello-"
"What are you . . Oh, yes. Hoodie." Michael shook his head, as if to say 'duh'. "Come in."
"I can just grab it and go if you're busy—" you offered. Michael was unusually out of sorts, his hair unkempt, wearing the same clothes from yesterday, his eyes staring only at your neck.
"No, no. That's alright." He said. "I was just going to go to a vending machine for a snack." He met your eyes finally, something simmering beneath the surface. "I see Martin's made a snack out of you."
You frowned. "What do you-? Oh, shit—" You pushed past him and took a look at yourself in the mirror; Martin had left his mark on you indeed, four hickeys in the vague shape of an 'M'. "He knows better, damnit." You sighed, rubbing your forehead.
Michael watched you, and tilted his head to the side. "You don't like it?"
"I go to an ivy league college with a blue collar background, I just —"
"You want to make a good impression on people you'll never see again." Michael deadpanned. "You don't want them to think you're a slut."
You rolled your eyes. "I hate when you do that."
"What?"
"Make a good point but deliver it like an asshole."
He grinned, cheekier than you'd ever seen him. "Your hoodies on the edge of the bed - I had to move it to sit." Michael explained.
You nodded gratefully. "Thank you." You said, immediately tugging it on. You sniffed it as you did - and it smelled like Michael. That made sense, it had been in his room all night. He smelled different than Martin, very clean, with hints of cologne and sweetness. It made you smile, a soft fondness crawling into your heart.
Michael let out a quiet sigh of relief. He hadn't, as Martin said, fucked the hoodie. He'd slept with it, his face buried in the fabric, inhaling your scent as much as he could - and he humped the mattress. For a very long time, longer than he'd realized. He only woke up a half hour ago, and tidied everything in a mad dash, and hoped you wouldn't notice anything amiss.
The little 'M' on your neck made his mouth go dry. For a moment, he pretended that you were his, and that 'M' stood for Michael, not Martin. He swallowed.
"Are you alright?" You asked. You stepped closer to him, brow furrowed in concern. Michael looked like he might be sick. You pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. "Michael, you're burning up." You whispered.
He let out a strangled noise. "I'm fine." He insisted. He took your hand in his, then looked at it like he didn't quite know what to do with it. "I..." He took a breath, and shook his head. "I think I just need to eat. I was up late, erm, reading."
You frowned, not believing him for a second. "Michael, I—"
The world stopped. He pulled you flush against his chest, and he smashed his lips against yours.
You never saw it coming.
Well - maybe a little. The two of you had some sort of tension, but - you had Martin, and Michael didn't seem the type.
You pushed him away as suddenly as he had tugged you in. "What the fuck, Michael?!" He tasted sweet. Like a crunchy bar.
He ran his hands through his hair, his eyes wide. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry - I don't know what came over me—" As you watched, tears welled up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, his voice cracking.
"Why did you do that?" You asked, hugging yourself tightly. "You know I'm dating Martin..."
"I know." He said weakly. "I know you are, and, and it kills me."
You stared at each other, tears streaming down each other's faces. You didn't know what to say. You liked Michael, you did - he was kind when he wanted to be, smart, sometimes even funny - and sure, he was cute, but —
"I have to go." You whispered.
"Don't tell him." Michael pleaded. "I'm begging you."
You shook your head. "I have to, Michael."
"He'll kill me." Michael said, his hands starting to shake.
"No, he won't, I promise." You wiped your face with the sleeves of your hoodie. "He's not like that."
"He does that ... car-jitsu!"
"He's got daddy issues, not anger issues." You laughed weakly, and Michael's heart broke a little. "I'll talk to you... sometime. I'm sorry." You said, unsure why you were apologizing.
Michael nodded, and hung his head. "I'm sorry." He whispered again, and you knew he meant it.
You took the bus home, and waited on the couch for Martin to get home from work. You tried to stop the flood of tears, but it was all for nothing. When he came home, you were sobbing softly into a pillow, and he curled around you, immediately comforting you.
When you told him what happened - he didn't have much of a reaction. In fact, he chuckled.
"Martin, it's not funny!" You said, smacking at his chest. "How am I supposed to go back there and face him?"
"Seems pretty simple to me." Martin mused, a shit-eating grin on his face. "An easy solution, if you will."
You frowned, and smacked his chest again. "You're not Gandalf, stop speaking in riddles!"
Martin laughed again, rubbing his chest. "What I'm sayin' is, I don't mind sharin'."
You squinted at him. "But I don't—"
"You do. I've seen the way you talk about him. Even if you don't know it, you're sweet on him, just a little." Martin shrugged, totally nonchalant.
"I am not, he's an asshole, and a know-it-all—"
"First, isn't he quite literally a genius? Sort of his job, innit? Second, you're blushing."
You clapped your hands to your cheeks, and were utterly dismayed to find that he was correct. Your face was flushed, and your skin practically burned underneath your fingertips. "I hate this." You whispered, utterly mortified.
Martin grunted. "Eat dinner with me. Sleep it off. We'll go see him tomorrow. What's his schedule?"
You pressed your fingers into your forehead, gently massaging yourself. "It's Saturday, so - nothing. And knowing him, he'd be holed up in his room anyways. He thought you were going to kill him."
Martin laughed. "Poor guy. I bet I could make him cry."
"Martin!"
"I'm kidding!"
You woke up the next morning groggy and sleepy, but feeling a little better than you had last night. Martin kissed your nose, and you smiled, curling into him, burying your face in his chest. He held you there, running his fingers through your hair. You stayed like that for an hour, just enjoying each other's presence.
"Get dressed." He whispered, patting your hip. You looked up at him with a soft smile, and he squeezed your ass in return.
So you got dressed, in jeans, a t-shirt, and the hoodie from yesterday. You ate breakfast with Martin, pancakes and bacon. Then, you got in the car, and drove to college.
"He lives on the third floor." You said, taking Martin's hand to lead him to Michael's room. Your stomach flip-flopped every step of the way, and once you reached Michael's door, you hesitated. "Martin-"
"Go on." He said. "I'll behave."
"Bullshit." You snorted. But, you knocked.
Michael opened the door - he'd showered and changed clothes, you noted. He looked awfully sorry for himself as he looked at you - then he glanced at Martin, and he gulped. "Hullo." He whispered.
"Hi..." You said. "Can we come in?"
"I thought you said he wasn't going to kill me."
"He won't." You promised.
Martin rested his chin on the top of your head, and he winked at Michael. Michael shivered, but he let you in.
"What's going on?" He asked, closing the door behind you two. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I don't know what came over me."
"I know. I get it." Martin said. To prove his point, he kissed you, lifting your chin up with two fingers. Michael watched, his lips parted. "Believe me, Michael, I understand..." Martin purred, his arm snaking around your waist. "It'd be awful rude of me not to share."
Michael coughed, choking on his own spit. "If you're fucking with me, this isn't funny."
"We're not." You said. "I promise we're not. Michael... you don't have to. But you can if you want." You held your hand out to him, the black nail polish on your fingernails chipped.
He pressed his lips together, fidgeting in place. "I've never - I don't know what to do." He admitted, guilt flashing across his face.
Martin grinned. "Take her hand. We'll show you."
Michael stared at the pair of you, and after a long moment, he did take your hand, his palm sweaty. You smiled, and pulled him closer, just as close as he had you yesterday. You kissed him, slowly and softly at first. Michael was slow to reciprocate, but soon enough he was whining against your lips.
"Easy, poindexter." Martin chuckled. He slid his hands up your waist and under your shirt, his hands cool against your skin. "How badly do you want to taste her?"
Michael gasped, his pretty cheeks flushing a bright red. "I - that's -"
"It's a simple question." Martin said, his hands sliding up your chest, to cup your tits. You hadn't worn a bra, and your breath hitched in delight.
"I mean - I suppose I would - I don't know what to do." He stammered.
Martin grinned. "I'll teach you. Hey, get on the bed."
You obeyed, laying down on your back. Martin took your hoodie off, and looked over his shoulder at Michael. "Get in between her legs. Have you ever seen a pair of tits in real life?"
Michael shook his head as he climbed onto the bed with you two, his hands shaking. You smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows.
"Tell you what, if you can make her come, you can touch them. How's that sound?" Martin asked.
You nodded. "I like the sound of that."
Martin licked his lips, equally eager and nervous. "A-agreed."
"Arms up, babe." Martin said. You obeyed, and your shirt was removed. Michael's eyes went wide when he saw your tits, his mouth gaping wide.
"Watch." Martin instructed. He bent down, and kissed your chest, dragging his tongue over your skin. His lips wrapped around your nipple and you moaned, wrapping your hand in his hair. He suckled there for a moment, his hand teasing your other nipple. He lifted his mouth to speak.
"Take her pants off." He instructed.
Michael obeyed. His fingers fumbled with the snap, but soon enough he was tugging them down your thighs, and pushing them to the floor. He eyed your panties, nearly drooling with want.
"Take those off, too." Martin said.
Michael touched you reverently - he was living a waking wet dream, he wanted to savor this. He slid your panties down your legs, and you bit your lip.
"Put them in your pocket." Martin said, sucking a mark into your chest.
Michael nodded, and stuffed them away with a cheeky grin. "Now what?"
Martin chuckled. "Take your best shot."
Michael bit his lip, and slowly lowered his face to your core. He gave you an experimental lick, humming at your taste. He spread your lips, and licked you again - and he clearly knew his anatomy. He rubbed your clit with his tongue, and you moaned softly, your free hand tangling in his hair, too.
"That's it..." Martin purred. "Good boy. Use your fingers, too."
You were already wet for Michael, he was delighted to find. Slowly, he pressed a finger inside of you, his breath hot on your skin.
"Do this." Martin said, demonstrating a 'come hither' motion with his fingers. Michael watched, and committed it to memory. "You'll know if you're doing a good job."
Michael mimicked the motion, and he found your sweet spot with utter ease. Your hand tightened in his hair, and he groaned against you, his hips rocking against the mattress.
It was all so much, being worshiped so feverishly by the pair of them, Martin practically drooling on your tits, and Michael sucking on your clit like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
Which, it was.
It didn't take much to coax you over the edge, and you cried out, squeezing Michael's head between your thighs, the cold wire of his glasses pressing into your skin.
Michael made a sudden choked noise, and by the stuttering of his hips - he had come too, whining pathetically against you. You moaned, and forced your thighs to relax.
Michael sat up from your aching core, his mouth and chin covered in your slick. His glasses were fogged up, and he gave you a cheeky smile. Martin lifted his head from your tits, and kissed him. Michael choked, and shoved him away. Then their lips came smashing back together, Martin hungry for your taste on Michael's lips. You gasped softly, watching Martin's blue tongue disappear into Michael's mouth. Martin took Michael's hand and guided it inside of you. They each had two fingers in your wetness, and they found your sweet spot together.
You squirmed and moaned as Martin uses his free hand to tug on Michael's sandy locks, wrenching his head back. Michael groaned, and as Martin gave him a 'M' mark, his teeth sinking into the genius' skin, you came hard, squirting on their fingers. Your hands twisted in the sheets, so hard they might rip. Your back arched as you cried out their names, your vision going white.
As you came to, panting softly, the boys settled in by your sides. Michael's hand squeezed your tit, and he smiled, nosing into your neck.
"Do you think you're up to fuck her? Martin asked, his voice taunting.
Michael gulped.
To be continued...
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Not me noticing the typo after I ss'd. Ah, well. Here's a preview of Martin x reader x Michael Gavey! Unedited and un-everything'd.
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I wrote this for you based on the Michael and Martin thing you posted in the tags. It's yours to repost or do whatever you want, you can change it a bit too if you want. Post it in the tags so more people can read it (of course if you want) I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰
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Initially Y/n feels a little sorry for Michael when the private lessons start. He's all awkward and embarrassed barely looking her in the eyes when he speaks.
But then she starts to find it interesting, mainly because he clearly has no experience with women. Little by little, she starts to clench her thighs whenever she hears him explain the material to her, and she can no longer even concentrate on what she should be doing.
Y/n then decides to talk about it with her boyfriend, Martin. He just laughs as the two fuck the night away. And when they are exhausted under the sheets he tells her that if she wants to ruin the little virgin nerd he won't be the one to stand in her way.
From the moment Martin gives Y/n carte blanche, she begins to provoke Michael more and more, wearing short skirts and revealing necklines. Feeling her own pussy getting wet whenever she notices the lustful looks he gives her.
He never does anything about it, and Martin just laughs and fucks her when she tells him about what happened that day, unable to understand how the poor guy has the ability to not jump on such a beautiful girl offering herself to him on a silver platter. He would have already spread her legs and eaten that pussy until she cried, which was exactly what he was doing now since that idiot had no ability.
Weeks passed and Michael took no action. Martin lost his patience. He went to the nerd's dorm.
-I don't know what part of the fact that my girlfriend wants you to fuck her you didn't understand. - He said as soon as Michael opened the door and entered the dorm without being invited.
Michael's eyes widened in shock as he walked in behind him as the door slammed shut behind them both.
-W-What do you mean by that? - Michael stammered in bewilderment.
-She wants you to fuck that pussy. - Martin rolled his eyes as he looked at Michael's wall. - Got it? Fuck her until she screams.
-Dude, I'm not going to fuck your girlfriend. - Michael said, blushing, looking at the floor, trying to hide the erection that was forming in his pants just at the thought of fucking Y/n.
-Damn, you're hard just from hearing me talk about her, aren't you? - Martin bit his lips in a mischievous smile making Michael blush even more.
-N-No. - Michael's eyes widened. - I swear I've never looked at your girlfriend like that.
-I know you looked man. - Martin laughed looking at the ceiling. - And it's okay.. no problem at all, I don't mind sharing that hot pussy.
-You shouldn't talk about her like that. - Michael blushed, starting to get irritated by the crazy and disrespectful stranger in his room.
-She doesn't mind. In fact, she likes it. - Martin rolled his eyes. - We both share it, and she also doesn't mind if I eat another girl every now and then.
Suddenly a light knock sounded on the door followed by Y/n's sweet voice calling Michael's name, making his eyes widen and Martin smile widely.
-It's her! - Martin ran towards the closet leaving Michael stunned. - Don't tell her I'm here, or that I came here... just... just eat her pussy already!
Michael stood there without moving for a few moments before he walked mechanically to the door and opened it, his face red and still slightly shocked.
-Is everything okay Michael? - Y/n sounded worried and he just nodded positively letting her in while his eyes fixed on her thighs exposed by the very short skirt.
Michael could barely teach Y/n that session, his gaze wandering from Y/n's tits to Y/n's thighs and then to the closed closet door. He could barely hide his own erection anymore and when Y/n looked him in the eye and asked with those beautiful red lipstick lips if everything was okay, he practically begged.
-Can I fuck you? - The smile that appeared on Y/n's face made his cock tingle.
-Of course you can. - She nodded, already taking off her thin blouse and leaving her breasts bare before his hungry eyes.
-Have you ever seen tits before Michael? - She asked very sweetly and he denied it with his eyes glazed over at her.
Y/n then took off her skirt and panties, slowly opening her legs for his animalistic gaze.
-And a wet pussy just for you? - She sighed, running her fingers through the slit and pulling the moisture to her clitoris. - Have you seen it before?
Michael just shook his head once more, completely enchanted by the sight before him, momentarily even forgetting about Y/n's freak boyfriend hiding in the closet.
-You can touch me Michael. - She moaned, looking at him as she slowly masturbated for him. -I want you to touch me.
And Michael did what he had been wanting to do for a long time. He lay between her legs and sucked a pussy for the first time in his life. It was incredible. Her taste was divine and he wanted to suck her until he died while she pulled him by the hair and moaned his name, begging for more.
He was clumsy and had no technique, but Y/n was loving it anyway since his desire to suck her off overcame everything else.
-Oh Michael, more, more. - She pulled him closer and closer. - Fuck me. Put your cock inside me.
Michael almost came in his pants after that, it took all his strength of mind not to let it happen.
And afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it a second time, he quickly undressed and without thinking about anything else he penetrated her, moaning with contentment as he felt her pussy pressing against him.
Y/n moaned and whimpered as she scratched his bare back. And unable to contain herself any longer with her wet and tight heat around him, Michael came inside Y/n, almost crying with pleasure at the overwhelming sensation never felt before, not being able to be compared to cumming in one's own hand not even in a million years.
And when he fell next to Y/n's trembling body, the closet door opened and Martin came out, his eyes dark with desire as he massaged his own cock. Michael felt his whole body burn with shame as he pulled the bed sheet to cover some of his nakedness. Y/n barely seemed to care, still lying on the carpet, panting.
-What are you doing here baby? - He asked still panting.
-I came to make sure you got what you deserve, but now I need a round too. - He said lying on top of her still dressed only with his pants open and fucking his own cock into Y/n's sensitive pussy that was still leaking with Michael's cum.
-So fucking wet and hot. - He growled, fucking her roughly. - What a delicious pussy you have, my love.
And seeing Martin fuck her in that shameless way before his eyes while Y/n moaned and asked for more, Michael felt himself harden once more and squeezed his own cock under the blanket.
-Let me return the favor. - When Y/n realized she just smiled mischievously and pulling the scarf brought her mouth to his dick. And Michael thought he would die right there.
As Martin fucked her Y/n moaned against Michael's cock, and with the waves of pleasure growing bigger he came a second time in Y/n's mouth who swallowed it all with a smile, then arched her back and rolled her eyes as she came on Martin's cock, who biting her neck tightly came in Y/n's pussy.
The three of them lay panting on the carpet, and Martin turned to Michael with a lazy smile on his face.
-I told you to fuck her, idiot.
Good morning to me, hot damn! 10/10, no notes anon. Thank you for the gift, and for allowing me to share it! I'm glad my late night tired ramblings inspire some folks /gen

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Something something Ghostface martin
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An idea: you're dating Martin, but Michael Gavey is your math tutor in college... fill in the [your] blanks. Prefaced by a lot of teasing. Like a lot. You get me?
#ewan mitchell#martin#ewan mitchell x reader#michael gavey#martin (in the modern world) x reader#michael gavey x reader
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Ewan Mitchell behind the scenes with British Vogue
#ewan mitchell#so so so pretty#he's definitely one if those that if he was a model youd see every time you go to Pinterest to search for drawing references
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Ewan Mitchell & Tom Glynn-Carney Talk the New Season | Explain This [x]
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I may also take requests for Michael gavey tbh!
#michael gavey#ewan mitchell#i may or may not have rp'd as him for a goodly long while#occasionally it haunts my waking mind
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UPTOWN GIRL / DOWNTOWN BOY.

Request from @slytherincursebreaker
Prompt: Reader all happy and bubbly college student received a text from her boyfriend which her friends were like excited who it was the mystery man like is he handsome or is he a student, the reader describes him tall, sweet, no he's not a student, he's working ( nothing illegal ) and he's handsome, so manly. Her friends are like excited. Then they pointed the bloke who the popular guy in college and has a crush on the Reader and they were excited, until Reader said what no not him oh there he is, she pointed which is Martin which her friends are like wtf, or is she blind or she lost a bet. When she hugged Martin and kissed him.
Word count: 727
Genre: fluff
Warnings: swearing, a slightly shitty friend, she/her pronouns, no beta reader we die like my brain cells scrolling through twitter
A/N: hi hello if you'd like a sequel I've got a few ideas for their date! Hope you enjoy, and have a good day!
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You loved this time of year. The trees had began to shift from green, to yellow, to orange. The skies were always cloudy, the air was crisp and cool - which meant you could wear your boyfriends windbreakers and hoodies as often as you wanted. Which, was every day, and sometimes to bed if you were particularly lonely.
They smelled like him, and in moments when you thought no one was looking, you would duck your head, and tuck your nose into the collar. He was so supportive of you, and so achingly sweet, it was hard not to miss him every second if every day.
You were both busy now, that was the only downside to this time of year. You were in a good college, studying hard, and he was working. He hadn't told you yet, but you had overheard a phone call he had made to a friend, talking about how he was saving up to buy a slightly bigger place so that you two could live together after you graduated next year.
He was so thoughtful, you mused, as a dreamy smile splayed upon your lips, like a child thinking about their favorite candy bar.
"Hey, space cadet." One of your friends teased, waving her hand in front of your face. "Your phone just went off."
You blinked, your cheeks heating up. "Thanks, Sam." You pulled your phone out, your boyfriend's pet lizard as your screensaver. It was a text from him, and you grinned, brighter than the sun.
M: almost there love <3
"So?" Sam asked, leaning forward on the table the four of you were sitting at; a lovely outdoor cafe, on college grounds. It looked like something off of Pinterest, honestly. "Who is it?"
"My boyfriend, he's picking me up for a date tonight."
"Come on, you have to give us more than that!" Jackie protested to your right. Evelyn nodded in agreement to your left, and they all leaned in conspiratorially.
"Is he a student?" Sam asked.
"Is he tall?" Jackie asked.
"Is he handsome?" Evelyn asked.
You laughed, and covered your face with your hands in an effort to hide your fluster, your skin blisteringly hot under your fingertips. "He's not a student, um, he's fairly tall, and he's... beautiful. Yes, handsome, does all of the manly things you'd expect, opening doors, fixing things, reaching stuff on the high shelves, but - he's so sweet." You said, peeking out from between your fingers. “He's an utter dream.”
"Aww." Jackie said. "He sounds so nice. What does he do?”
“Well,” you said. “He works at a music store, and he has a few hobbies, and he does a recreational sport, for money.”
“Oh, interesting!” Jackie said, genuine invested in this. “I've got to meet him—”
A car pulled up alongside the curb, and a handsome man stepped out; tan, blonde, the star quarterback that was bringing a lot of attention to the college; Tommy.
Sam gasped as the man walked over to them. "Him?"
"The whole school knows he's got a crush on her." Evelyn said, raising an eyebrow. "It's so obvious."
It was, painfully so. He always tried to talk to you, chat you up - but it always came off more like a puppy begging for attention than anything else.
Tommy walked right by you with a wink and a wave, but you shook your head, and pointed. Martin had pulled in alongside him. His resting gloomy face lit up like a Christmas tree when he saw you, and he jogged over. You stood up so fast that you nearly knocked your chair over.
"Did you lose a bet, or something?" Evelyn sneered as she pulled her phone out.
"Don't be such a cunt." Jackie said, flicking cookie crumbs at her.
You didn't care. Martin met you halfway, and picked you up by your waist. He spun you around once, and you kissed him, aching for the warmth of his lips against yours.
"Hullo." He whispered, his hands cupping your flushed cheeks. "You taste like cinnamon."
You smiled. "Apple cider donuts. I was going to get some to go." You whispered, happily ignoring the chatter from your friends behind you.
"Good idea. Are you ready to go?" He asked, his voice soft. He brushed his nose against yours, his wild black hair tickling your cheeks.
You nodded. "With you, always.”
#ewan mitchell#martin#ewan mitchell x reader#martin (in the modern world) x reader#ewan mitchell fluff#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#this is my first request in YEARS i hope i did it justice!#elmo stare
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I've had one hell of a week, but fics will be started this weekend! Requests are still totally open for Martin! Have a picture as an apology lol.

#ewan mitchell#martin#ewan mitchell x reader#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#martin (in the modern world) x reader#so basically the power went out twice#the first time was a maintenance thing but yesterday someone duke's of Hazzarded into a power pole#and in all of my years living here the water has never been connected ti the power but the idiots in charge if this place connected it so#now when power goes out the water goes out too which is super funky fresh#i also kind of obliterated my leg yesterday with a piece of tin and had a panic attack about it bshfjfjjff#but damn i missed writing martin so write martin i shall
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Ewan with fans in Derby. Credit: Silvia Chapinal on X.
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Martin reminds me of him, a little bit. Couldn't say why.


#all vibes no logic#ewan mitchell#ewan mitchell x reader#martin#martin (in the modern world) x reader#dark hair strange hobbies parental issues of some kind#also not to get derailed but wtf was the sequel#horrible
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Martin reminds me of him, a little bit. Couldn't say why.


#all vibes no logic#ewan mitchell#ewan mitchell x reader#martin#martin (in the modern world) x reader#dark hair strange hobbies parental issues of some kind#also not to get derailed but wtf was the sequel#horrible
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