#martin x male reader

[nouearth]

a star in the making.

chad meeks-martin x male reader x danny brackett.

wc: 4.8k. genre: smut. warnings: explicit sex, threesome, spitting, gagging, throat-fucking, slapping, rough-handling, double-penetration, dirty-talk, video recording, top!danny, top!chad, bottom!reader.

a/n: and i thought i couldn't get nastier.......

request: anon.

“and...” chad centered the tripod by the foot of the bed after locking the legs sturdy to the ground. the camera was tilted down at a slight degree, framing the bed into position, and once the stability met his standard, he pressed the record button with a smile. “we’re set.”

you’ve been watching him, bare except your briefs, kneeled on the bed while curiosity trapped your mouth into a vault. one, two, and three tripods surrounded the bed; one at each side, and the final one settled in the middle, directly feasting your obedience with its camera lens. when you looked to the left, so was danny, transfixed by the eagerness you held, and even sprouted, when all three cameras blinked red.

“all set from here.” danny chuckled, a gentle pat to the arm of the tripod assured its stability.

normally, others would be nervous, confidence beaten by nerves, if they were to be recorded like this.

as cliché as it sounded, you weren’t like others.

everywhere you turned, all eyes were on you, and you warmed another smile, shy yet alluring because you wanted this, and so did they. every blink of red fueled a need inside of you. a desire to perform, and you were motivated to make a stunning debut, even if it would only be in the hands and eyes of the two men.

“do you always record these stuff?” there was admiration in your eyes, and it reflected onto their smiles, egotistical and cocky, as each man gave the camera one more check.

“only those that are willing, and…” chad climbed onto the bed, towards you, until he found your lips in its scurried endeavor. sweet at first, but his tongue pushed your mouth open wider, merely having his fix of the taste of your desire. you took him in with a laugh, moaned when his tongue slid to you, over you, in an open-mouthed venture.

“those we think can take it,” a low whisper rumbled in the other side of your ear and before you could break away from the kiss, you were pulled to another pair of plump flesh, rougher now as danny held your jaw, tasted the remnants of chad, and most importantly—you. “take us with no problem.”

both of their warm bodies sandwiched you into a comforting embrace of heat and need. chad pressed his palm to your inner thigh, squeezing while his lips found a home near your clavicle. “introduce yourself.”

it was a pain for danny to tear himself from the kiss, but he does so at chad’s demand, pecking you once more on the center of your swollen pair before nodding towards the center camera. “scoot up a little. name, age, and why you’re here.”

you do as you were told, scooting up, though not too far from the nude pair, and gazed into the void of the camera lens as you revealed your name and age. “i’m here because…”

“i…” wary eyes found their way back to the two men, and they nodded, assuring you of the process, but also for you to continue it because you can smell it—lust. “want to be fucked.”

“whoa, someone has a potty mouth.” chad cracked, and danny joined with a chuckle. “quarter in the swear jar, (m/n).”

danny then reached over to pinch at the soft flesh on your waist, sucking in a lower lip because the gentlest touch made you jolt. “how do you want to be fucked?”

“you too, danny.” chad laughed, nudging the aforementioned man’s bare side with his elbow, and danny abided with another squeeze to your waist, dropping air into chad’s jar.

“i guess, well… hard.” the thought trailed your words into a mutter, and you took a beat before confessing, a rush of heat fled to your cheeks and neck. “i want to be wrecked.” your thumb began drumming on the mattress, hands planted by your hip. “don’t get me wrong, i love vanilla as much as anyone, but sometimes, you just need to spice things up.”

“i get that,” you felt a rough hand spider down your spine, then explored the canvas of your skin like a fresh book. the tensed muscles in your back told a story. from the way you shivered when he caressed near your waist, to the way you exhaled a heavy sigh he squeezed at your right shoulder, he wanted to dissect every fiber of your being—every chapter to the story. “so, you’re saying you’d do anything to get wrecked?”

“anything.” another breathy sigh fell to your lips when danny leaned forward to latch to the other side of your neck, suckling deep and hard enough to then draw a moan. a soft one, but nonetheless, he was endeared by it, persuaded to dig another one out of you, and he does so easily.

“anything?” danny mumbled into the sore spot of your neck before moving onto another patch of skin, repeating the same process while blindly taking your hand to rest on his erection, growing bigger and thicker in your palm.

in midst, chad stroked himself silently to the melt of your body, to the wet sounds of danny’s hickeys, to the goosebumps on your arm when he began fondling your thigh, to the sudden spring and hop of your cock, when danny made you squeeze your hand around him, guiding you in loose pumps. 

you can’t let go. not that you would want to in the first place, because he filled you up with girth, thick and heavy in your sweaty palm, unshaven thick hairs woven into the indentation of your fingers as you stroked danny’s cock, squeezed the pulsating veins until he was throbbing hard.

“you like that big cock?” danny unraveled your fist before slapping the thick of shaft onto the center of your palm, a smirk sprouted while you watched agape. hypnotized by the stiffness of his meat, then the bounce of his balls when he brought your hand beneath the sack, stroking himself to your enchantment. the thick and loose sack bounced heavily into your palm, even with the slowest rhythm, and it was embarrassing to admit how easily you could come undone from this.

“or do you like this big cock more, hm?” suddenly, your other hand felt warm, hot now as your fingers wrapped around another thick girth. more curved compared to the former, and you pleasantly confirmed it with your eyes, gulping down any forthcoming opinions. 

you couldn’t answer. they were both… so different. danny’s cock was bushier, plumper in the head with a thick skin covering majority of the glans, and curved downwards as if it was made to fuck your throat, as if the sheer weight of his own cock wasn’t able to sustain itself. while chad’s cock sported a proud curve, a slope that was practically made to accommodate the size of your hand and your needy strokes, and most importantly, as if it was made to break you. both of their cocks were, if you were being honest. you’d have no complaints if one were to switch roles with the other, because in the end, you’d have them either way.

in any way.

“both, you know i can’t decide, i—“ you swallowed and looked at chad, licking your lips when you switched your gaze back to his cock, then to danny’s, then back to chad’s again. a delirious dilemma ruined you, and your mouth itched to solve it.

“well, if you can’t decide then,” danny began kneeling tall on the bed, towering over your position, and chad followed suit. two shadows loomed over you, engulfed you with darkness, and you swallowed any amount of pride you had left because you never felt smaller. your hands released their cocks and you watched as their shadows swung heavily over your face like tree branches over a windowsill. “you’re going to have to work extra hard tonight.”

“i said i’d do anything,” musk was heavy in the air, and even more so when you inhaled beneath danny’s cock, the tip of your nose trailed along the downward curve, and then you juxtaposed it with chad’s, sniffing upwards like an animal in heat, touching yourself through your tightened briefs. “right?”

“right.” when your nose reached the tip of chad’s cock, chad took the perfect opportunity to shove your promise down your throat. 

thick and heavy on your tongue, your mouth stretched wide to lodge his length as far as you could, wetting and swallowing him with difficulty. it was further helped by danny’s palm on the back of your head, his fingers locked into your hair while he pushed you lower, denuding you into a gargled mess of gags and coughs.

“fuck, that’s a good boy. look at how well you’re taking chad’s cock.” danny’s grip on your hair was stronger, harder, as he yanked you up for barely a breath. you inhaled with a gasp, in what felt like a millisecond, before it was exhaled into another gag when he pushed the remaining oxygen into the pit of your stomach. your eyes closed tight when danny’s hold on you kept your mouth grounded to chad’s pelvis. chad shivered, exhaled with a guttural groan, while you swallowed him whole, with tears in your eyes, with a force on your head that refused your pleas to be released, and you liked it—no, you loved it.

you loved having your jaw ache, having to breathe through your nose and into chad’s shaven hairs. when you were pulled back, you loved feeling that cathartic release of stealing back the oxygen that was taken away from you. you also loved seeing your spit drench chad’s heavy cock, coating it with thick sheen and small bubbles enough to weigh—swing—him down because your gags were uncontrollable, undeniably resistible. the spit was a bridge from your lips to the plump, swollen tip of his cock, and you drove through it on your own terms with eagerness. an amused laugh flushed your skin, and you could feel danny’s hand drop to the back of your neck, grasping the skin as if it could close your throat around the mouthful of cock.

“god, your mouth is fucking made for this.” chad breathed out, his muscles flexed when you swallowed him in your hot throat. another gag curled the inside of your stomach, and you pulled back up to slurp around him, sniffling fresh air, then spitting back out when you just slurped. your hand worked soundly, spreading the thick and sticky mixture of your saliva over his entire length in one buttery stroke. “you’re a cock whore, aren’t you? look how much of a mess you are. look how eager you are to take us both.”

“practically foaming at the mouth.” danny’s grin was replaced with awe as the swell of your lips beat redder. then astonishment when you greeted him with a lazy, spitting smile. “fuck.” 

several wet strokes now before you turned towards danny to take him down your throat, conforming to the portrait they’ve expected—anticipated—of you. they remained kneeling, each by your side, and while you pumped chad’s wet cock, you deviantly inhaled danny’s with a prideful smile, the sound of their collective groans only fueling it further. saliva dripped copiously from your mouth, and you slurped whatever would try to leak out, even if your mouth was full.

“shit, that’s what i’m talking about,” he gently slapped the side of your cheek that bulged from his cock, groaning louder when you pressed the inside of the flesh harder to the swollen head. then again, and again, and you profusely took the several quick slaps until your cheek memorized the shape of his cock—every vein and every inch. “you like that big cock, don’t you?” the sound of your moan vibrated around him, and danny shuddered. “yeah, you do. fuck.”

there would be moments where your mouth felt overstuffed, so you’d release danny in one smooth, moaning pull, and tongue his balls. they bounced heavily on the flicking muscle, rolled within the messy slobber of your mouth, and twitched when you dragged the heavy weight all over your face, smearing the spittle and musk over your chin, lips, nose, forehead. back again, until it inked deep into you. you slapped danny’s cock several times onto your cheek, hard and wet on the bone, and you moaned, delirious, as you stuck your tongue out for him, staring up at the doting gaze that laved over you. 

until you smelled of nothing but a whore.

you then did the same to chad, because you were greedy. cock was all you could think about, and you wanted to drown yourself in it even if you couldn’t breathe. danny’s gaze over you were hazy when you alternated between sucks, and when you switched over to sucking off chad again, his were enlightened. “you look so good like this, fuck…” 

as if they read your mind, the two men scooted closer until the flush of your cheeks was surrounded by their cocks, dripping in your matter. the cameras winked with red, and you smiled towards the center while you stroked both the heavy weights simultaneously, alternating your tongue back to the glans after you refueled your breath.

“fuck, this is what i’m talking about.” your face scrunched when you pulled danny’s foreskin forward, squeezing the skin till it masked the swollen head, and you drooled when a thick string of pre-cum leaked from the slit. his moans fell along with the web of fluid, low and guttural as if you pulled those sounds straight from him.

before you could have a turn with chad’s cock, he was set on his own endeavor to rapture you as your mouth was back to being filled again. a gasp buried deep into your wet throat, words gargled now because danny unexpected pushed into your mouth as well, and all you could do was take it. you took their two cocks in your mouth, breathing quickly because you’ve never felt so full.

“holy fuck— that’s a good boy, fuck.“ chad breathed heavily, his hold on the back of your head stronger as he pushed you forward to their thrusts.

“god, where did you find him? haven’t felt a mouth like this in fucking forever.” danny groaned when your teeth brushed against him, and your heart raced because you needed to open your mouth wider. impossibly bigger to properly take the both of them. passion was fortified by their astounded comments, and you heard every appraisal in the book, quickly took your briefs off and stroke your cock to it, because you could come from this. 

from being full.

your mouth stretched with a sting building at the corners, and no matter how many times you tried to blink the feeling away, they only pulled the flesh open, wider, more and more, as they did their best to fuck into your throat. minuscule thrusts, careful not to hurt you, but nonetheless, driven by their animalistic need to wreck you. their cocks rubbed and poked together, against one another, veins throbbed unevenly into the back of your throat. there were lazy attempts to slurp the copious amount of saliva dripping out, but it was futile at this point when you were practically like a waterfall at this point. 

the cameras shamed you for who you were in this moment, calling you disgusting names as they watched you become a bubbling, gargling mess. as they watched chad and danny fuck into your gargles. helpless, but they weren’t here to save you. 

they were here to watch.

“fuck, baby—“ chad yanked your head back and you thankfully coughed out a mixture of a choke and a gasp before it could be trapped down your throat when he pulled you up for a kiss. sloppily and heavy, and you moaned heavenly when chad’s tongue was the completely opposite taste of his cock. “i think you deserve a reward, don’t you think, dan?”

“a big reward,” behind you, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a cozy embrace. the hairs on danny’s chest tickled your back at first, but soon it warmed you, chasing away the goosebumps the draft had left on you. though only briefly, because the familiar bumps returned when his lips found their way to your shoulder after you both fell back onto the bed. his arms around you guarded the impact, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for the warmth that engulfed you. “i think we should fulfill his wish to be wrecked, right? can’t have him leaving empty-handed, chad.”

ironically, you were sure that you were going to leave the night memorizing the shapes of their cock.

“i agree,” you could feel danny’s cock brush against your ass when he lifted your legs, his hands locked together over the bent of them while he pushed your knees to your chest, your body pinned to his. chad blew a playful whistle when the position exposed your hole to him, puckering and aching for some type of fill, and slathered a careless amount of lube over his cock, his hands, and your hole. “damn, i just know it’s going to be a tight fit. bet you haven’t gotten fucked in weeks, right?”

“m-mm...” a finger stammered your words as it slid in, gently pumped inside of you, worked you open until you were open enough to fit another digit. “it’s been a while—i need to be fucked, please.” you pleaded to chad, then to danny when you turned your head to kiss him on the lips, and the soft rubies vibrated when he chuckled, amused at your neediness.

“how badly do you want to be fucked again?” chad asked, a feign of cluelessness while he curled and parted his fingers, now three, inside you. knuckle-deep, wriggling within your tight walls.

“s-shit—so fucking bad, please. i’m begging.” your voice cracked, desperate to remind him, but you’ve lost the ability to form sentences, mere babbles now when danny stroked your cock with one hand, and held you back with the other. “please, i want to be wrecked—“

“okay,” his broad chest rose when he pulled himself out of you, amused by how truly desperate you were by the suction of your hole, clinging onto the loss heat and the air that had replaced him. he then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the taste of your musk off with a delighted hum, before positioning himself. “you earned it.”

in one smooth move, chad pushed your awaiting rapture back into you, and he was granted with the utmost exhalation. he held onto your knees while you captured him, welcomed him, whimpered for him, and blossomed for him, with warmth and keenness. “shit, fuck, danny. you gotta try him.” you felt yourself cling onto him, not wanting to let him go, when chad selflessly pulled himself out again despite your whines.

“yeah?” your body moved with danny’s as he adjusted himself beneath you, shifting into a more comfortable position, and once he does, you immediately felt swollen when he pulled you back again, opened you, and filled the loss of warmth with his own. it throbbed and pulsated heavily the more he slid his thick girth into you, and your arms sprawled out to grasp at the bedsheets, groaning and whimpering when you feel yourself stretched to the fullest. “fuck, everything about you is perfect, isn’t it? that fucking mouth of yours, and now this hole? fuck...”

they took their time with you, alternating between filling you up and stroking themselves when one sated their desires to completely ravish you with a thrust, and another, and another. you took each of them with pride, dazed because you were completely exhausted at this point, your muscles like jelly, but the stretch never failed to remind you where you were, ground you to reality, as the feeling burned into your brain.

a drunken stupor removed you of your thoughts, feelings, and sight. you thought of nothing but incredible, eye-rolling pleasure. you saw nothing but the sweaty bodies colliding against you, rocking into you. you felt nothing but the feeling of being full, of being stretched to your best ability. you were brain-numbingly fucked, sweat dripping from hairline to your cheek fucked, to your chest fucked, until you felt an incense of pain again. 

and the sweat seemed to have stung now. it was near your fill, a prod to your hole despite danny already occupying his rightful spot, and you felt a slow push that roped a groan from within you. “shit—“

“hold still,” danny breathed into your ear, then suckled on your earlobe to distract you from the painful intrusion down south. his palm squeezed your cock, stroking it now, while he rubbed your stomach as if it would open you up from underneath. “just keep breathing.”

“you’re a good boy, right? be a good boy for me—us, hm?” chad was huddled over you, his shadow masked the pain in your expression, but it melted when he kissed you again, sweetly compared to before. you could only return it shortly before you choked out an uncomfortable moan into his mouth. he pushed himself further into your occupied hole with a staggered groan, joining danny in its burial, and kissed you once more to let you adjust to the stretch of their two cocks.

“o-oh, god…” it knocked every breath out of you, even when you were laying still. your walls burned uncomfortably, stung around the two cocks that had fill you up with so much weight, yet you couldn’t have been more grateful. you were intoxicated in this state, and one would describe you as fucking mad for even attempting to take the two men at once.

but you weren’t like others.

“fuck me,” you hadn’t even had a chance to adjust to the stretch, but you knew you would eventually. impatience ran through your blood, and adrenaline followed in another route through your veins. “fuck me.” you said clearer, rocking your hips against them, and they collectively groaned when you squeezed tight. your cock twitched during this matter, and with one final kiss to your lips from chad, a wet one to the underside of your jaw, you felt yourself blossom completely.

danny began with slow ruts, rubbing his thick girth against chad’s while he held onto your waist. you groaned at every moment, but with every thrust, the pain began to slowly subdue itself into a river of familiarity. “shit, fucking feels amazing, fuck.”

then chad followed once you opened up for them, impressively more and more within minutes, and he thrusted with alternating patterns. slow at first, but he picked up the pace when you pulled him down for a kiss, begging into his mouth for more. more of him, more of danny, more of their cocks, more. 

whenever danny would roll up into you, chad would pull his hips back, and it didn’t take very long for them to establish a see-saw like rhythm. you were in a constant state of elation as they repeatedly filled you, slamming into your sweet spot like hey had memorized it from the first time they brushed against it. 

“fuck!” your body bounced in correlation with danny’s own hips, roughly thrusting up into you, while chad was the top layer that sandwiched you into a behemoth hold, chasing after his own high with eager plunges. the bed creaked louder, adding into the symphony of wet skin becoming vulnerable with one another, opening for one another, entering and filling one another. and your moans, their moans. they were the consonance and dissonance of the explicit music that your bodies had constructed. 

labored breaths tickled your ear and thick air surrounded your folded body. you have never felt so stretched, so pleasantly used, and the two men thought same same, fucking into you at the same rhythm now. both of their cocks drove into you, shoved themselves into you, forced themselves past your limit until they broke you. you screamed in delirious might, clutched at chad’s chest, then reached back to tug at danny’s hair, then released to fuck your fist. it was a sight to behold, a feeling many would be envious of, and you were reminded that the cameras were on you. all of this could be known, could be shown, and everyone could know how incredible you were. 

how much of a star you were, how perfectly constructed you were made to be fucked, and your eyes rolled back, denuding yourself of those thoughts with several strong pulses. “s-shit!”

you came with a splatter, shooting all over your chest and body while you continued to stroke yourself through the messy reelease. your fist was drenched in cum, as was your body, and you felt some of it leaking to your side as the motions of danny’s thrust and chad’s rocked you. “f-fuck! keep fucking me, fuck! fill me up—“ 

fuck,” back and forth, they did. they propeled into you with a similarly hysterical state of mind. in and out, your ass burned with their two cocks constantly digging inside of you, violating every crevice while you rode out your orgasm. your hand naturally fell back as you took them, and danny’s mouth wrapped around your cum-covered fingers, suckling them off, and the salty taste was the final garnish that winded him into staggered pants of your name. with one last exertion of his hips, his thick cock pulsated once, twice, three times before completely spilling his load into you. “oh fuck… fuck, that was good.”

the warmth of danny’s thick cum pooled around chad’s cock, and he panted, his muscles flexing under the ceiling lights while he plunged himself deep into you, deep into the warm seed untill his shaft was practically covered in it—lubed thick. his shallow thrusts splattered the cum onto his heavy sack, webbing it to your ass, and chad pressed one more kiss to your lips again, tasting you before his sense of reality was sucked away by the holy gods, then expelled out into a series of unholy moans. “i’m going to come, fuck—“

with danny’s cock softening, chad added onto the pile of his cum, shooting load after load inside of you, spreading the thick of his seed all over the violation that they had caused you with sloppy thrusts, creaming the inside of your breached hole and his swollen dick until the pull of softening cocks released all that cum that had resided in you. they came out in squelches, thick and drool-worthy as it ran down your ass, and your hole twitched unevenly, not used to the feeling of emptiness. you clenched at whatever was left inside of you, a layer of cum that continued to naturally ooze out like whipped cream. if chad had another load left inside of him, he’d easily shower you in it. but instead, he watched, marveled in the beauty of your red, sore, and puckering hole, beating and pulsating from the wreck it had endured.

“fuck…” you exhaled a sigh of relief when you were able to finally put your legs down. they immediately tangled into danny’s as soon as you rolled off of him, and joined his side. 

he took you in, an arm around you pulled you closer, and the man took a moment to examine your face. a gentle hold to your chin, then a caress of his thumb to your lips. “you good?”

“yeah...” a half-smile graced his thumb, and you kissed the pad of it before averting your gaze to chad. sweat dripped from his bare body as he stopped the recording for each individual camera. the red blinked once more, and never returned for the remainder of the night.

you curled into danny’s embrace, using his chest as a pillow, and closed your eyes to the sound of his heart slowly approaching its normal rate.

“so,” a weight shifted on the bed, and then a strong, yet gentle hand caressed your arm. “i have a favor to ask.”

“what is it?” you murmured, eyes still shut. the comforting skim of chad’s palm anchored you to danny’s chest, but you gathered enough energy to drowsily peek behind you once before returning.

“there’s this frat party, and…” large digits spidered your arm in a playful manner, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “was wondering if you’d like to come?”

“yeah?” laughing, you tore yourself from danny, who was already in deep sleep snoring his high away, and turned to face chad. he was leaning over the side of the bed, one foot to support his weight, and your hand moved to play with the soft curl of his hair. “how many guys?”

“wanted to keep it a surprise, but…” he pulled the rest off his body onto the bed, embracing your sticky body close to his own. “may or may not be in…” he trailed off, looking up to silently count sheep.

“in...?” you sang inquisitively, though a whisper to not wake danny, and chad’s smile awakened foolishly before confessing.

“in the double digits.” 

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[chris-prank]

This with Esteban, Vincent, Atlas (and Martín if he comfy) but reader wear the boxers so they HAVE TO wear the thong.

This idea is so funny and it gave me the opportunity to really show the subtle differences in their personalities! 😆

CW: Suggestive stuff 

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Vincent would feel really embarrassed and need a lot of convincing to show you the result. 

“Are y-you sure about t-this?” He asked while putting his hand between his legs in a feeble attempt to cover the front, “It-it’s not really k-keeping anything… in…”

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Esteban knows he’s good looking and that he can rock feminine clothes, so he would make a little show out of it just for you. 

“It does look good on me baby.”Esteban rolled onto his stomach, showing you his perfect ass cheeks, “but don’t you want to see me without it too?~” 

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Atlas wouldn’t think much of the thong in itself, actually he’d be more focused on the fact that it's a gift from you. Like you want to have matching underwear with him and gave him the cutest pair?! You’re the most thoughtful human on earth! 

“May… May I really keep it?” He whispered in awe as he looked down at his new underwear, a slight flush contrasting with his pale skin. 

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Martin may not be used to wearing panties like this, but he doesn’t mind humoring you.

He let out a deep laugh when seeing your reflections. “I have to say that you have particular tastes darlin’, but I’ll wear them if it makes ya happy.” 

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Esteban just being the horny slut (affectionately) that he is  

[g4yforethan]

super shy

pairing: chad meeks-martin x male!reader

summary: reader catches chad in the act and stays to help

warnings: cursing, top!chad, bottom!reader

a/n: ok this might seem a lil weird but i thought of this randomly in bed and had to start writing! my mind thoo. also they are 18 in this story not tryna do some underage shit that's nasty af.

you were tired and sweaty after gym class and decided to take a quick wash in the locker room. most of the guys in your class had already finished and went home since it was the last class of the day. you also liked it that way since you were a little shy around the guys as well. as the room seemed to get less quiet, you made your way into the showers. you heard the water running so you figured someone had left it on. you took off your clothes and stepped into the shower room. there, you saw him.it was chad. he was pleasuring himself. he moaned as he stroked his long cock with his hands. you were turned on by this as you have had a crush on him the entire school year and it seemed like the universe was working in your favor.

he paused at what he was doing and looked at you. your face was red and you were flustered. "i'm sorry i just got in here right now. i can leave." you said as you started to put your clothes back on. "no no stay here y/n. it's just the two of us. you wanna help me?" your eyes locked with his as he had a devious expression on his face. you walked over to where he was and began stroking his cock. his moans were loud and echoed throughout the room. "fuck. can you suck it?" you nodded your head and went down on your knees and shoved his dick inside your mouth. chad started to grab your hair to make you swallow every inch of his cock. you gagged on it and pulled out as he wanted more of you. “god i wanna fuck you so bad.” he says as he eyes you up and down and grabs ahold of your ass. “then fuck me right now.” you gave him a devious look and he was turned on by this.

he turned you around and smacked your ass before getting on his knees and opening your hole. he stated licking your hole and left hickies on your ass as you moaned out his name. he continued doing this until he couldn’t wait no more and made you get on all fours. there, he teased your hole with his dick and slowly went in at a soft and slow pace. you moaned as his huge cock dug deeper into you and the pulsing sensation of his dick drew you closer to him. “fuck baby you fuck me so well.” you moaned out as he smacked your ass and grabbed ahold of your waist. “yeah just like that baby boy. take this dick.”

he started going at a faster pace and soon enough began wrecking your hole as each stroke became stronger and faster. “ah fuck baby. i’m gonna cum.” “cum inside of me baby.” he came inside of you and filled your hole with his white thick fluid. afterwards, the two of you laid down to catch air. “wow so you’ve been in this class this whole year?” chad asked you. “ha yeah i just stand in the back during tag football. i’m pretty shy.” he came closer to you. “a pretty boy like you shouldn’t be shy at all.” he gave you another kiss on the lips and walked up and left the shower room. before you left, you saw him leave as he winked at you and motioned with his hands to call him. you were going to that night.

[livingdreams97]

Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 3)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

Summary: Having a normal life is difficult after the one she considered her best friend tries to kill her and causes distrust in everyone she meets. But something or rather someone manages to enter her heart and hiding that person is the best thing that occurs to her.

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The walk to Tara's apartment happens in complete silence. I can feel my girlfriend's grip on my hand soften the further we walk and the closer we get to her house.

When I can make out the building in the distance, I can't help but a certain feeling of disappointment and sadness invade my body. Because arriving at that place means that my time with my girlfriend is over and I will have to say goodbye to her.

The worst thing of all is that everything was going well, we were having fun and we were together. For once in a long time, I was spending time and having fun with my girlfriend outside of college.

Plus, from the moment Tara told me she was going to the party and that we could be together, I had been so excited. But it was too good to be true.

Y/n: I guess we'll see each other on Monday in class.- I say when we enter the apartment lobby.

Tara: What are you talking about? - She asks me confused.

Y/n: That we'll see each other on Monday in class.- I respond just as confused as she is right now and I see some recognition in her eyes.

Tara: No, silly.- she laughs, pulling my hand towards her. -You are sleeping with me today, one way or another you were going to end up sleeping next to me.- she comments, starting to climb the stairs with me behind her. -And now that everyone knows you're my boyfriend, I don't have to sneak you into the house.- she assures me without importance, raising her shoulders.

Y/n: And your sister will agree? - I ask with some fear, since she didn't even know me and she has already given me an electric shock in my private parts.

Tara: Let my sister say whatever she wants, but after what she did tonight you're going to stay the night. - she assures, considering the topic settled.

I remain silent and decide to continue climbing the stairs with a small smile. Since, in the end it turns out that I won't go to my apartment alone and I will be able to spend more time with my girlfriend.

Once in front of the door of her apartment, she takes out her keys and begins to open some locks. And by some I mean about 3 or 4.

Tara: My sister is paranoid.- she tells me when she opens the last lock.

Y/n: I think she's just cautious, taking into account what happened last year. - I whisper with some insecurity, not wanting to say something that will anger or bother her.

She just gives me a pout with her lips in response and opens the door. She grabs my hand again and guides us through the apartment to her room.

Tara: Welcome to my space.- She introduces me to her room with a shy smile.

I look around the room, seeing the posters, books, plants and other objects in sight. He smiled, feeling the room be a perfect mirror of my girlfriend's personality and tastes.

Y/n: It's very you.- I assure her walking towards the bed, while I take off the gun holsters from my shoulders next to the "bullet" belt and letting myself fall into it.

Tara: Is that a good or bad thing? - she asks me walking towards her desk, taking off her boots along the way and waving her asthma inhaler to take a puff.

Y/n: Anything related to you is good.- I respond with a smile, watching how she uses her inhaler and smiles at me while holding her breath.

Quinn: Hey.- a girl comes in wearing short pink pajamas, who I recognize as the roommate my girlfriend told me about. -I'm sorry for telling Sam about the party.- she apologizes, not realizing my presence and I just watch in complete silence.

Tara: It's okay.- downplays it. -She never leaves me alone.- she assures her, starting to walk towards me and it is at that moment that the red-haired girl realizes my presence.

Quinn: Hello, handsome boy.- she greets me with a suggestive smile and I shift uncomfortably. -I didn't know you had a visitor.- she says to the girl who sits next to me.

Tara: Quinn, meet my boyfriend Y/n.- she introduces us by placing her hand on my thigh.

Y/n: Nice to meet you.- I say politely.

Quinn: Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.- she winks at me without removing the smile from her face.

Tara: Do you need anything else Quinn? - she asks, trying to sound friendly and squeezing my thigh with obvious annoyance.

Quinn: I just wanted to say that I understand what it's like to be suffocated.- she responds walking towards us. -After ah... we lost my brother, my father... he doesn't even let me breathe.- she says with some emotion, sitting next to me and leaving me between the two girls. -He even asked the New York police for a transfer when I started college, what a stalker.- she comments with false humor.

I clear my throat uncomfortably at the information, feeling that it is something quite sentimental and that I, a complete stranger to her, should not be listening to it.

Tara: Thank you Quinn.- she thanks her with a smile and the three of us remain silent for a few seconds.

Quinn: I'll leave you alone.- she says with a smile, getting out of bed and leaving the room, closing the door.

Y/n: That was awkward.- I whisper to make sure only my girlfriend hears me.

Tara: And you haven't listened to her fucking day in and day out.- she assures me, letting out a laugh.

Y/n: Okay, that does sound awkward.- I agree with her letting out a small laugh, amused by the face she makes at my comment.

Tara: You tell me.- she says ironically, joining me and allowing me to delight in her harmonious laughter.

This is something I will never admit to my girlfriend, but one of the few things that can brighten my day in a second, even on the worst of days, is her laugh.

I don't know why exactly, but something about the way she closes her eyes slightly when she laughs, her head thrown back, the way her dimples appear to adorn her beautiful face, the melodic but slightly raspy sound she makes, and the way her face lights up when she laughs makes me feel lighter.

Especially when out of shyness she covers her mouth with her hand so that her mouth cannot be seen and that makes her look even more cute and perfect.

Tara: Hey, are you okay? - she asks me, getting me out of my head.

Y/n: Yes, why? - I ask confused, looking into her beautiful brown eyes with a smile.

Tara: Because you've been staring at me and you've stopped laughing.- she responds with some confusion and amusement in her tone of voice.

Y/n: It's just that I like to see you happy and laughing even if it's only from time to time. - I whisper with sincerity and insecurity, not knowing how my comment is going to be taken.

Because there are precedents in our conversations, where I make an innocent comment about something and she completely changes her attitude in a single second.

I know that many times that reaction is due to the trauma she suffered, but there are times when I am afraid to say something and that she will react in a negative way as has happened before.

Tara: When I'm with you I'm happy.- she assures me in a whisper and I feel my body relax completely at her answer.

Y/n: I'm glad, because the feeling is mutual.- I assure her with a light smile.

She smiles back at me and we stay for a few seconds looking at each other in complete silence. Little by little we unconsciously get closer to each other and I lean forward, but stop when I am a few centimeters from her face.

Tara: Now is when you kiss me.- she whispers amused.

I deny with my head letting out a small laugh, before eliminating any space between our faces and joining my lips with hers in a calm kiss.

One of her hands is immediately placed on the back of my neck, where she caresses the place with her nails and I can feel how her other hand grabs my shirt, pulling at it to bring me even closer to her body.

My hands in response are placed on her thigh, where I can feel the material of her mesh leggings and the warmth and softness of her skin that the leggings leave exposed. While my other hand is placed on the mattress on one side of her body, so that I can have comfortable support and not end up falling on her body abruptly.

Quinn: I left my phone.- We hear after the door opens and we both quickly separate from the kiss. -Did I cockblock you?- she asks with a gesture that's somewhere between regretful and amused.

Tara: What did you say? - She asks her with some embarrassment and astonishment.

Quinn: Cockblock you? I've cockblocked you, didn't I? - she repeats the question several times, causing me to shift uncomfortably in my place and feel the heat rise up my neck out of embarrassment.

Tara: immediate no. - She denies just as uncomfortable as I am.

Quinn: Obviously i cockblocked you.- she nods confidently, alternating himmediate gaze between my girlfriend and me.

Y/n: Oh my god.- I groaned even more embarrassed, covering my face and letting myself fall backwards onto the bed.

Tara: What did you wanted? - she asks himmediate softly, changing the subject.

Quinn: My phone.- she answers and I hear something light move.

Tara: Call next time before entering.- she asks her roommate.

Quinn: Don't worry.- she assures her with a calm tone. -Good night.- she says goodbye and I hear quick movements.

Tara: Quinn!- she whispers quickly and with a nervous tone.

Quinn: I'm so sorry.- I hear her whisper back and I open my eyes to see her leave the room, closing the door behind her.

My girlfriend falls next to me, covering her face with her hands like I did just a few moments ago and letting out a big sigh.

Y/n: What was that for? - I ask a little amused, leaning on my elbow and looking at my girlfriend.

Tara: Nothing. - she denies quickly and I can see the reddish color adorning her cheeks when she removes her hands from the face.

Y/n: Well, tell it to your face, because it's redder than a tomato. - I assure her amused, poking her cheek with my ring finger and laughing when she slaps it away even redder.

Tara: It's not funny.- she denies covering her face with her hands again.

Y/n: A little bit, yes it is.- I assure her with amusement, leaning over her body and trying to remove the hands from her face with my free one.

Tara: Idiot.- she growls at me with amusement, allowing me to remove her hands from her face and looking at me with one of her perfect smiles.

I look at her amused, before leaning completely over her body and joining our lips again. She kisses me back immediately, once again placing one of her hands on the back of my neck and the other on my back under my shirt.

I remain supported on my elbow, while my other hand is placed on her neck and go down until it lands on her waist.

Tara: You're wearing a lot of clothes.- she assures me, separating from the kiss and pulling my shirt so I can take it off.

I quickly break away from the kiss, taking off my shirt in one motion and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Now shirtless, I join our lips again in a kiss that is more needy and abrupt than the previous one. Feeling her nails gently scratch my back and causing my skin to tingle from the action.

With my free hand, I begin to push aside the black vest she is wearing and with her help I take it off. She gently pushes me on the chest to separate me and I do so, looking at her confused.

But my confusion disappears in a second, when she sits on the bed and takes off her white blouse, leaving her in a white lace bra. She throws the blouse somewhere, before turning to me and leaning in to reconnect our lips.

With her hand on my chest again, she pushes me to lie on my back and I do. She climbs on top of me, leaving one of her hands on my chest and moving the other towards my hair.

My hands move to her waist again, where I can feel the contrast between the softness of her skin and the material of her shorts between my fingertips.

The kiss becomes more and more hungry, her body begins to move on mine and both of our hands begin to explore the other's body.

I feel how the hand on my chest descends dangerously, reaching the waistband of my pants and how two of its fingers go inside the material.

My hands run over her back and sides feeling the different textures, before ending up on her butt and leaving a squeeze on it causing a muffled moan from her.

Tara: Pants off.- she orders me with heavy breathing, getting up from above me and lying down on the bed next to me.

I watch as she unbuttons hers, moving to take them off as quickly as possible as well as her mesh leggings and throws them to the ground.

I imitate her action by unbuckling my belt with some difficulty due to nerves, which makes her desperate and her hands begin to help me take off my pants.

But as soon as she starts to take them down, a quick loud knock on her bedroom door scares us.

Chad: Come out now! - he exclaims with some urgency in his voice. -Tara, come to the living room right now, you have to see this!- he exclaims after stopping knocking on the door.

Tara: I'm coming! - she growls annoyed, letting out a big sigh full of frustration and anger.

She lets her head fall onto my chest, trying to relax her breathing and trying to calm down.

Y/n: It seems like this isn't the time.- I comment, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere in the room.

Tara's POV

I can not believe it. They can't leave me alone even in my own room. I'm tired of being watched all the time and not being left alone for even five minutes.

I move away from my boyfriend's chest, getting out of bed and walking towards my closet. I pull out the first thing I see, which is a white long-sleeved t-shirt with black stripes and jeans, and put them on.

I put on a pair of sneakers and notice that my boyfriend is sitting on the side of the bed fastening his belt.

I sigh with some guilt and frustration, feeling that because of me he has already suffered enough tonight and for not being able to finish what we have started. I can still feel his hands on my body, the heat of his body on mine, and the discomfort in my underwear.

But for now I only can ignore it and hope that whatever Chad wants isn't too important.

Tara: I'm so sorry.- I apologize with guilt, letting out a sigh and catching his attention.

Y/n: Why are you apologizing? - He asks me confused, getting up from the bed without a shirt on and walking towards me.

Tara: For everything.- I answer honestly. -But especially because of what has happened in the last few hours.- I comment, unable to look anywhere other than his exposed torso.

Y/n: You don't have to apologize for anything Tar.- he assures me, calling me by my nickname, grabbing my face by the cheeks and forcing me to look at his face gently. -Nothing that happened was your fault, nothing.- he emphasizes, looking me straight in the eyes.

Tara: But Sam and everything...- I try to defend my point, but he interrupts me with a kiss.

Y/n: Nothing was your fault, so don't you dare apologize.- he murmurs against my lips. -So if you don't want me to get angry with you, don't apologize again.- he finishes before leaving another soft kiss on my lips.

Tara: I think it's better that you wear a t-shirt to go out. - I commented amusedly when we separated from the kiss.

Y/n: That's what I was thinking of doing.- He answers, looking at me with half-closed eyes.

Tara: Well, hurry up, before someone else comes banging on the door of my room. - I asks him, leaving a soft slap on his bare chest and separating me from his body.

He searches for his shirt quickly, finding it on my desk and putting it back on. Once he is fully dressed, I grab his hand and pull him towards the living room.

When we get to the living room, we see that my friends and Quinn are watching television with their faces full of worry.

Mindy: Sam is already coming up.- He tells me when he notices our presence and I sit in the armchair without taking my eyes off the television.

On the screen you can see the news of a murder of two Blackmore students. I only realize that my sister has entered through the door, because she enters quickly asking what is happening and that catches my attention.

Quinn: The handsome guy.- points to the boy who lives in front of our building entering behind my sister.

I don't pay attention to him and quickly return my gaze to the TV. I open my eyes in surprise when they announce the names of the victims and they turn out to be Jason and Greg, two students that almost all of us know.

Mindy: Damn, he's the geek in film class.- she comments immediately. -The one obsessed with Argento.- she points out while eating popcorn.

But the worst part comes when they announce that they have found ghostface costumes in their apartment and that makes me look at my sister immediately.

Sam: The suitcases.- she orders walking towards the kitchen. -We leave in ten minutes. - warns bluntly.

Tara: Sam, wait Sam! - I ask walking behind her.

Sam: We're leaving town.- she announces to everyone present, but especially to me.

Tara: Sam, are you kidding? - I asked her in disbelief at her disproportionate reaction.

Sam: We're leaving.- she assures me while she chooses one of the knives in the kitchen and leaves with the knife in her hand.

Tara: Sam, wait.- I ask her without stopping following her. -Let's talk for a moment, because maybe this has nothing to do with us. - I try to convince her so that we don't have to leave and because I have the hope that the same thing from last year won't happen again.

Sam: Are you kidding? - she asks me with obvious sarcasm.

Tara: It's New York, on Halloween everyone wears masks and... - I try to explain but she interrupts me.

Sam: Tara, this is not a coincidence.- she denies seriously. -You knew him.- she refers to Jason.

Tara: Barely.- I defend myself quickly.

Sam: Chad, Mindy back me up.- she asks my friends.

Chad: It is a little bit...- he begins and his sister finishes for him.

Mindy: Close to home. - She shrugs her shoulders when I say it when I look at her wrong.

Sam: See.- she tells me when my friends agree with her.

I quickly think about the situation and how I can find a way so that Sam doesn't go crazy and force me to leave without giving me any other option.

Tara: Quinn, your father is a cop, right? - I ask her, remembering the times he has mentioned it to me. -Well, call him and let him find out what's going on.- I ask my friend with some desperation. -Before you make a lateral decision and make me abandon my college studies, my boyfriend and flee the fucking state.- I turn to my sister at the end with reproach.

Quinn: I'm calling him.- she comments out loud, placing the cell phone to his ear.

Tara: Thank you.- I thank her immediately.

I look over at my boyfriend, who looks at me with some nervousness and some fear from his spot next to Chad. 

I try to smile at him to reassure him, but as soon as we hear the ringtone of Sam's cell phone we all look towards the object and the atmosphere becomes so tense that it is suffocating.

Sam walks over to the cell phone with me behind her and takes it in her hands, allowing us to see the name of the person who is calling her. Gale Weathers. My sister rejects the call and the room is silent again for a few seconds.

Ethan: Why everyone freaked out when the phone rang? - he asks with a small nervous smile.

Anika: You got to keep up, my dude. - she says with a tired face to Chad's roommate.

Quinn: Sam, my father wants to talk to you.- she says approaching us and handing him the phone.

My sister receives it immediately, placing it in her ear and starting to talk to our roommate's father.

They don't spend much time talking, before the call ends and he hands the phone back to the redhead.

Tara: What's wrong? What did he say to you? - I ask my sister, watching as she walks towards the entrance and grabs her blue bomber jacket from the coat rack. -Sam?- I call walking behind her.

Sam: I have to go to the police station, you stay here and don't go out under any circumstances.- she says looking at everyone present. -It won't take long for me to get back.- she assures us, putting on her jacket and walking out the door.

I take a deep breath, trying to think of something and hastily grab my pink bomber jacket and go out after her.

I start to go down the stairs quickly, feeling my heart beating fast in my throat and the fear that something could happen to my sister.

Y/n: Tara! - I hear behind me. -Tara, wait.- he asks me, standing next to me. -Where do you plan to go?- he asks me quickly.

Tara: With my sister as commissioner.- I answer in a simple way.

Y/n: Your sister said not to leave the apartment and I'm sure she was referring above all to you. - she reminds me without stopping following me.

Tara: And when has my sister respected my space or what I ask of her?- I remind him with a frown, seeing that Sam is one floor below me.

Y/n: Well then I'll go with you.- he tells me confidently and I look at him quickly.

Tara: No, you stay here with the rest.- I order him without looking at him and speeding up my pace so that my sister doesn't escape from me.

Y/n: Are you serious? - he asks me with some disbelief. -If you really think I'm going to let you leave alone in the middle of the night and after that news you're crazy.- he lists his reasons for accompanying me.

Tara: Okay.- I agree, letting out a tired sigh, but feeling a warmth invade my chest at his concern.

We continue down the stairs quickly, staying a few meters from Sam just when he reaches the main doors of the building and leaves them.

Tara: Sam, wait! - I call her, leaving the building behind her so she can wait for us.

Sam: Tara, no.- she tells me turning around. -Go back inside and lock the door.- she tells us, walking towards me and pushing me towards the entrance through which I just came out.

Tara: Are you kidding me, now you don't want to stick together? - I ask her in disbelief, ready to defend my position and reasoning for accompanying her.

Sam: Fine, but if I tell you to run, you do it and you don't stop until you reach the police station. - she points her finger at us, before turning around and heading towards the police station with us at her side.

We walk to the police station in complete silence, with me between my sister and my boyfriend. A few minutes after starting the walk, my boyfriend linked our hands and clung close to my body, giving me a feeling of protection.

But our walk stops when Sam's cell phone rings again and when he takes it out of his pocket we both freeze when we see the contact's name.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

- anon

Ewan as Martin in the Fontaines D.C. music video "in the modern world" with the song "emo boy" by Ayesha Erotica specifically with the lyric "he may not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches", would it be okay if you could write something based off of this? i know it's super vague but i'd like you to have some freedom with this request and let loose and write whatever comes to mind with this as the basis of the smutty, slutted–out oneshot/blurb/drabble (whatever writing form you'll use x)

Modern world and modern love

Martin x girlfriend! reader

warning : +18, smut, mentions of wounds/blood, pain play, body whorship, fluff/comfort

Summary : In a modern world it's hard to be sure of anything, he knew and she knew but while she helped with pain Martin needed the pain a difference between them that brought them both together again and again in the early hours of the morning in a heated encounter of love, lust and pain.

info : thank you very much for the request dear anon i thank you for all the freedom and hope you like how it comes across, enjoy reading and have a nice day :)

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It was always the same in the city, you woke up, went to work, the day passed you by and at the end of the day when the sun went down you were already back in bed trying to sleep.

A never-ending cycle of doing nothing and living and yet feeling nothing, something almost everyone knew about but only a few could do anything to feel something again.

They existed together, a nurse and he a dark spot in the night, a sentient young man who ‘helped’ others to feel again in a way that may have seemed unusual but in a city where there was infinity it was necessary.

A nurse in white to contrast with his black who cared for the victims and made them realise with hope that there was always something to feel…until she always came back to her heart in the morning hours.

The sun slowly faded and then the foggy city with the heavy clouds loomed, a car pulled up in front of his house, the lights of the headlights always pointed at his room, showing him for a moment that she was back, that she would be with him again as soon as the lights went out and he heard the front door key.

,,I'm back!" her voice echoed through the house but only reached his ears which still seemed to be ringing from the punches, kicks and choking he thought he could barely hear his own voice as he returned a mumbled ,,I missed you” and heard her take off her shoes and hang up her coat before heading towards the bedroom.

The squeaking of the door like the ticking of a clock seemed to be the same every time and yet he didn't straighten up he lay sideways looking at the slowly brightening window ,,Oh I missed you too my bat" she mumbled her mood more cheerful than his it was always like a sun coming back to him and his gratitude for her was almost greater than the love between them.

The bed squeaked as she lay next to him her gentle hand over his body he had just laid down as well the smell of disinfectant, blood and rain seemed to cling to them ,,I'm sorry" he said as he winced the cracked knuckles ached as her fingers touched them but she just grinned gripped his hand tighter hearing the sharp intake of his air not afraid but excited for what was to come.

It was always the same every time she came back he lay there on the bed messy hair, cracked knuckles, bleeding lips and scratches on his face that were as dark as the strangulation marks around his neck and in return she did what always brought him back to loving him now.

She let her hands wander slowly over him, cuddling her upper body against him, pulling lightly at the strands of his hair, she would comb them later and braid them a little, ,,You seem happy," Martin realised and his slightly trembling hand stroked her cheek, leaving a slight hint of blood behind as she cuddled her head in his hand, his coldness still seeming to cling to him, the night not wanting to leave him.

She nodded, running her hand over the choke marks on his neck and told him how she had treated a few sex workers in the last few hours and they had associated her with him, ,,They seemed almost embarrassed to ask but they wanted to know if I was sleeping with you," she said and couldn't help but laugh when she saw that Martin was laughing too and his hands held her tighter, it had happened somehow since she had seen Martin on her night shift at the hospital.

He had been hanging around outside too unsure to go in until she had intercepted him another night and just fixed him up since then it was like an unofficial rumour that they were like sun and moon together but someone like Martin with blood on him was hard to imagine that he could do something so intimate for some.

The cool tip of his nose touched hers as he asked her, ,,What did you tell them?‘ curiosity resonated in his voice as she felt his hands wandering under her shirt, pain and lust close together that they both knew, ,,Honey that dick was 11 inches" she said in a proud tone and an almost proud grin came to her lips before his lips captured hers in a long awaited kiss.

Martin opened her bra and the two of them kissed again and again, pulling the clothes off her body, she wanted his coldness and he needed her warmth he needed her softness she was different from the pain and his pain he had for her was something hard in a soft environment.

The more fabric the two lost the more different they became blood and colourful wounds on his body seemed to become more and more and her kisses barely kept up as she kissed his wounds, her hands pressing on them his moans filled the room as his hands explored her perfect body.

Not a single mark, scar or blood to be found on her was an angel who never seemed to be in pain, a thing that excited him, that he wanted to claim and that he loved when his dirty bloody fingers were on her, massaging her soft breasts, he could see exactly how she closed her eyes in pleasure, presenting her body for him, her lips moaning his name when he caused her anything more than pain.

,,Need-Need…you’ she breathlessly released his rough hands buried themselves in her hair and pulled her into another kiss his centre rubbed lightly against her thigh a shudder seemed to go through both their bodies a taste of what they would both get.

A throaty moan left her as his fingers lightly pinched her nipples she held herself against him trembling her fingernails pressed against a blueflecne making him moan too the pain he had was her arousal.

The knowledge that she was the other half of both of them was like a mirror that was reflected when they were together, ,,I'm here, dear," he hugged her from him so that she could be beneath him as much as he liked it when she put her hands around his neck when she rode him, he seemed to crave her completely today.

Her hands clung to the dark duvet as he kissed his way up her leg, caressing and cherishing every centimetre of her, ,,Perfect" she heard his voice every now and then he heard the lobe miest in front of him babbling barely audibly and yet full of love as he kissed his way up to her centre, her hands gently cupping his face, ,,I want you" she said to him as he overcame the moment to kiss her again as his hands went to her hips, taking the position they both wanted and entering her.

The kiss was punctuated by muffled moans and grunts as the feeling of familiarity seemed to be ever new her hands clutching at him he helped her through the moment with kisses and praise massaging her flesh scratching over his injuries before he saw her head nod slightly ,,I'm-only yours" he replied before he began to move still slightly cautious her hands still holding onto him at the beginning seeking the support that was hardly needed.

Her sounds were his spur her lust veiled gaze met his bright eyes the dark ones seemed dark with lust and blood he lost himself in her is one hand placed on her hip her body adjusting to his rhythm but never too firm he would never harm his heart, an angel, ,,Ahh-fuck my pretty shadow" her lips trembled as her body was once again reminded of his size and width she held onto him lightly.

Enjoying his touch as he used his other hand to cup her breasts and she massaged the mottled spots with her squeeze, the red of the blood resembling the warmth between them, the wet shudder running through the man's and woman's bodies as she wrapped her legs around his hips as she began to feel the pull in her abdomen, the tingling in her nipples and his thrusts that slowly became uncontrollable, the lust that seemed to merge the two more and more.

,,I'm here," she heard a mumbled, unspoken phrase somewhere between the moans, whimpering and grunting as she moved quickly, this time entangling him in a kiss, her hands scratching his back, his throaty moan resembling hers as he let go of her sleeve and ran his hands over the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing her to squeeze her back slightly, the intense feeling of arousal overwhelming both of them.

She could almost feel the twitching of his shoulders and his eyes, which seemed to darken further from the lust despite the increasing brightness outside, they were both close to climaxing, ,,I-I gonna fuuck cum," he heard her murmur and felt him pull her closer to him, the thrusts becoming faster but more intense, the closeness almost unbearably hot, threatening to engulf them both before their loud moans echoed through the house.

His pain mingled with her softness and vice versa the moans of two lovers as he held her close and she heard his own twitching as their bodies leaned together, shaky hands holding each other, murmured praise and sloppy kisses reaching cheek and lip.

The rays of the morning sun slowly fell on them both and they saw the beauty of each other an angel in white with wings of healing and a shadow with a bloody body merged for another night with the words they exchanged I love you before they lay together safely under the covers and would stay in this room together until the angel flew away and the shadow struck again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[gayf1hoe]

Sleep is of the Essence

Request - Y/N is a driver for Aston Martin and he just falls asleep in random places. Like between races and red flags and even interviews. He also falls asleep on max a lot. People are confused how he is a really good driver because all he does is sleep.

It's a typical race day, and by that, I mean Max is being forced to wake Y/N up from another one of his “I just closed my eyes” naps. Despite racing for two different teams, Max often has to make the voyage from Red Bull to Aston Martin to wake up his boyfriend because the guys at Aston Martin are undeniably scared of waking him.

It's like waking a monster; he gets incredibly pissed off if his sleeping session is abruptly interrupted by anything other than a life-or-death matter. But Y/N's incredible and unparalleled performance on track makes up for his rather sharp attitude after being woken up, so the team has learned to accept his flaw outside the car for his amazing talent in the car.

When he was asked to replace the outgoing Fernando Alonso, no one thought he could replace the Spaniard. But to their surprise, he was extraordinary behind the wheel—so much so he would teach his seasoned professional teammate, Lance Stroll, a thing or two. Of course, Lance didn't like taking advice from a junior driver, but he accepted it, wanting to do just as well.

On one occasion, in the middle of the Singapore Grand Prix, Y/N was trailing behind his boyfriend in P2 when the red flag was brought out because Ocon and Gasly had taken each other out of the race. After checking that all parties involved were fine, he had one thought on his mind: sleep. The interval between red flags and the restart can differ depending on the severity of the collision, but Y/N worked out that he could get at least 25 minutes of quiet rest. The only problem was he had to find a quiet place near the car.

He couldn't stay in the car as the temperatures were incredibly high, almost suffocating the drivers, so he decided to line up some of the pit crew's chairs and lie across them. It was unconventional and in no way looked comfortable, but as long as Y/N had a place to lay his head, he didn't care where it was. Most drivers were talking with their teams about changing the strategy, but Y/N had faith in Aston Martin and their ability to know what they are doing; after all, they are one of the top teams. But then again, so is Ferrari, and we don't need to talk about their strategy.

Once again, the job of waking him up was delegated to Max, so 8 minutes before the restart, an Aston Martin mechanic was seen frantically running down the pit lane to borrow Max. By this point, Christian and Max’s engineer, GP, were used to this routine, so they didn't really care all that much. Max walked into the garage, sticking out like a sore thumb wearing the dark blue Red Bull race suit amongst the sea of Emerald Green suits worn by the mechanics in the garage.

He gently ran his hand across the side of Y/N’s face so as not to startle him when waking him. Y/N stirred quietly and was about to go on a tirade of cuss words at whoever woke him, but when he realised it was Max, he simply let out a slight smile and rose from the chairs with one of the worst cases of bed hair after a 15-minute nap. But he was going to be wearing a balaclava and a helmet soon, so it didn't really matter what his hair looked like. Many would argue that after just waking up, Y/N wouldn't be prepared for the testing nature of the Singaporean track. But in the end, he overtook Max in a risky yet stunning manoeuvre on the last lap for the victory in one of Formula 1’s most physically and mentally testing tracks.

During the Canadian Grand Prix Free Practice, Y/N had to be wheeled into the garage to make numerous setting changes, and instead of getting out of the car, he decided to stay in it. It was much warmer as the engine acted as a heater, and as it was cold and raining as usual in Canada, he decided to just stay put. But the warmth was too comforting, and the engineers were taking their time making the changes, so he ended up falling asleep.

“Y/N, we are ready to go back out.”

“Y/N, radio check.”

“Y/N, hello?”

In the end, one of the engineers lifted up the visor of the young driver and used one of the brake fans to abruptly wake him. It worked, but at the cost of the driver cussing out the entire garage before going out and being top of the timing sheet for FP1. The team still question how he did it, but they don't really care.

On another occasion, during the British Grand Prix press conference after the race, it had taken the interviewer some time to get round to Y/N, and after a hard-fought 70 laps, the young driver had fallen asleep in his chair. But rather than wake him, Danny Ric and Max asked the interviewer for a sharpie and proceeded to draw over Y/N's eyebrows and give him an Italian-style moustache. It wasn't until he got to passport control in Heathrow Airport that he realised what the two had done to him. He then proceeded to shout, “I'm going to murder you two,” which he learned wasn't the best thing to shout around airport security in one of Britain's main airports.

But after an hour in detention, he was finally let go and proceeded to change his seat to sit as far away from Max and Danny as possible. And after about 3 or 4 weeks of endless apologising, he eventually accepted their apology. But that doesn't change the fact Y/N had to stand on the top step of the podium in Hungary and shake the country's leader with a ridiculous moustache and eyebrows. No matter how much he tried to get rid of the sharpie, it didn't seem to come off.

It's often asked how this man is one of the top drivers in motorsports, and well, it's simple—much like a lot of the other drivers, he just has a natural talent that enables him to excel in any type of car.

[bumblesimagines]

Tara Carpenter

how've you been since we last spoke?

can we take this outside?

can we take this outside?

how've you been since we last spoke?

Pronouns: He/Him/His, Male!Reader

Love that when Melissa and Jenna leave they're suddenly more than happy to pay Neve what she's worth. Smh.

You absentmindedly listened to the girl dressed up as a Nurse from Silent Hill babble and whine on and on about her classes and sorority sisters, occasionally reaching out to stabilize her when she stumbled over her heels. You'd long replaced the alcohol in her cup with water - not that she'd even noticed in her inebriated state - and wearily watched her until your friend could swoop in and finally take her roommate back home. 

Peering over your shoulder, you searched for your friend until you found the familiar Kara Zor-El you'd watched her excitedly work on for weeks. Lucy still looked deep in conversation with her ex-girlfriend, irritation beginning to seep into her features the longer she spent talking with Anika. She'd seemingly had enough and rolled her eyes, turning her back to Anika and stomping her way back to you. 

"Seems like that went well, huh?" You chuckled, a soft hiss leaving you right after when she slapped your forearm. Lucy scowled, grumbling under her breath as she took her roommate's cup and tossed the contents into the sink. Her roommate began whining about it but her protests and groaning went in one ear and out the other. 

"I can't wait to see her little girlfriend's face when she gets dumped too. I mean, what type of nickname is 'Mindy', anyway? For Melinda? Go with Mel or Linda like every other sane person." Lucy huffed, shoving her hand in her purse and searching around for her keys. The small grin on your face immediately dropped and you straightened up, looking back in the direction of Anika and, sure enough, spotting Mindy Meeks-Martin staring right back at you wide-eyed. 

"Oh, fuck." You murmured. The blonde beside you glanced up at you questioningly, her hand still in her purse and shuffling around the various makeup sticks, folded papers, mints, and gum packets. If only you'd listened to your gut and driven to the party instead of hitching a ride with them. "Could you hurry up?"

"I'm looking, (Y/N). What's the big deal?" Lucy questioned, lifting her purse closer to her face and squinting through the dim lighting of the kitchen. Her roommate had taken to leaning on the counter, her head leaned back against the fridge, and her eyes beginning to flutter close. Part of you wanted to snatch the purse from Lucy's hands and search for the damn keys yourself but you resorted to tapping your foot impatiently. 

By the time you heard the familiar jingle of her charm clinking with her keys, a hand had already landed on your wrist and squeezed lightly. Rolling your lips into your mouth and inhaling deeply through your nose, you released it in a heavy sigh and turned around to face your ex, Tara Carpenter. She stared up at you, her big doe eyes widening with surprise and her maroon-colored lips surprisingly spreading into a wide smile. She hadn't changed in the slightest, despite everything she'd gone through back in Woodsboro. 

"Found it!" Lucy thrusted her keys up into the air with a victory laugh that quickly fell short when she noticed Tara. Her brows furrowed and she tilted her head, her gaze flickering between you and the brunette. 

"Wait for me in the car." You told her, and after a beat of hesitation, she nodded and wrapped her arm around her roommate's waist before making their way through the sea of students. You watched them disappear into the crowd and tugged your wrist free from Tara's hold, offering the shorter girl a forced smile. 

"Can we take this outside?" She asked over the music and you reluctantly nodded, allowing her to take your hand into hers and lead you through the frat house. Tara stepped out into the backyard, briefly eyeing the people skinny-dipping in the pool before she turned around to face you again. 

"So, uh... how've you been since we last spoke?" 

"Shitty considering I almost died."

"Yeah, fair. I... I don't know why I asked." You winced, raising your hand to rub the back of your neck and ease the tension forming there. Seeing Tara again after everything only brought up past feelings you'd rather long forget about, as well as trickles of guilt. Tara pursed her lips, crossed her arms over her chest and cleared her throat, lifting her hand to toy with her necklaces. 

"You didn't call. Or text. Or anything. It was all over the news and my ex-boyfriend who I dated for almost three years never once bothered reaching out to check on me." Tara's nails lightly dug into her forearm as she spoke, a frown forming on her face. "I waited. I-I waited to hear from you, (Y/N). And you never called."

"What'd you want me to do, Tara? Call and be like 'sorry the girl you dumped me for right before my graduation tried killing you and your buddies'? I didn't even know if you or Sam or any of them wanted to hear from me. They were always your friends, not mine. Hell, I bet they didn't know I was coming to Blackmore until now. I bet you didn't even know."

"I..." Tara trailed off, her bitterness that'd briefly passed over her features fading. She swallowed and nodded, her gaze dropping down onto the ground. "I knew you were coming to New York. I just... I didn't think you'd be coming here. I honestly... I thought that maybe we'd cross paths eventually but not at a party in a frat house of all places."

Sighing softly, you let your hand fall limp at your side. "For what it's worth I'm glad you're okay, Tara. I'm sorry you lost Wes and Liv. And... I hope we can be friends again, Tara."

[spermeboy]

pairings: jack sheridan x male reader

summary: you come home from work after a stressful day at work, and Jack wants to help you relieve the stress.

warning: SMUT ! , anal sex, swearing, bath sex.

MDNI + FNDI

You pull up into the driveway, locking the car door and drag your tired, lifeless body to the front door. You push open the cabin, dragging your feet across the wooden floor flopping onto your bed.

Jack creeps up behind you. He snuck in after he was done at the bar, "BOO!" He shouts out, but you don't flinch because of how exhausted you are. "Ahh.. you got me." You say with limited emotion on your face and in your tone.

"Busy day?" He asks with a concerned look on his face. All you do is nod too exhausted to respond, "Why don't I run you a bath?" Jack suggests in an excited tone, you lift up your hand with a thumbs up.

Jack goes into the bathroom and runs the hot water, filling the bath up just over halfway. He throws some salts and a bath bomb just to try and make it as relaxing as possible.

He finds some scented things and just decides to throw them in there aswell, not entirely knowing what they are. He takes in a big whiff of the bath, making sure that it isn't too over powering.

Jack begins to strip off, throwing his clothes in the hamper and climbs in the bath, "In here!" He shouts out to you, which then forces you to climb off the bed and drag your tired body into the bathroom.

You open the door, and to your surprise, Jack lays in there, his muscular body coated in water and bubbles. "Why don't you get in?" he asks in a seductively tone, you waste no time stripping off and hopping in the bath with your lover.

You gently rest your back against his wet, soapy chest, his hands slide out of the water, and roam around your body. His fingers trace along your body, around your nipples.

Your body shudders at the feeling of his fingers grazing against your erect nipples. He lightly pinches them, causes pleasure, run up, and down your body. You let out a sharp moan.

"I'm gonna make you feel good, baby boy," Jack whispers in your ear, his words cause your body to shake with excitement. You turn your head upwards to face him, he gently begins to slide his tongue into your mouth as his hands guide down towards your cock.

His soapy hands wrap around the tip of your cock and gently slides his hand down, jerking you off. I bite my lip to hold back, already wanting release.

Jack's hand speeds up, edging your cock his other hand darts up to rub against your nipple. The rubbing against your nipple turns into pinching, the stimulation of your nipple and cock gives you a euphoric feeling run through your body.

"Just relax and let me make you feel good," Jack reminds me, giving me the greatest pleasure as the water sloshes against my body.

The warmth of the water against my balls, causes my cock begging for more, more than my body could handle. Jack's cock hardens in the water and begins to poke against my hole that's begging for some cock.

My hole begins to pulsate, every time Jack's shaft hits against it. My hand goes in the water, grabbing Jack's cock and pushes the tip against my hole, slipping it inside me.

I gasp, my body adjusting to his size. "You forget how big I was, didn't you?" He says with a flirty tone as he gently thrusts of his hips into your hole.

The sound of the water sloshing against the sides echoes throughout the cabin, Jack continues to gently thrust into your hole, his cock rubbing against your sweet-spot.

"A-Ah!" I whimper out, through my gritted teeth as his cock continues to rub against my sweet-spot, slowly but surely edging me closer to release.

Jack's thrusts begin to speed up, his hips thrust up into you. Your body begging for its euphoric orgasm. "L-Let me cum!" I moan out and Jack listens; He jerks my cock, fiddles with my nipple and jerks my cock, "come on baby, cum for daddy" Jack whispers in my ear.

You listen to your daddy and shoot your load against your chest. You watch it run off your body and drip into the bath, Jack' orgasm isn't too far behind you as he shoots his load inside you almost immediately.

Jack's cum paints your walls white, coating your insides in his love. You both breathe heavily, panting. Your hot body lays on his muscular one.

Jack lifts your out of the tub, drying you off. He lays you down on the bed, covering you with your warm duvet. He lays next to you, smothering you in kisses as you slowly drift off to sleep.

taglist - @starboye @mailmango

[think-like-a-poet]

Do you do headcanons?

If so, can I request f2 headcanons, like ollie and victor martins

Headcanons

f2 edition

Let me know if you want an other driver

I dont know a lot about martins, so not all drivers would have the same head canons.

Ollie Bearman

Foto's you would take while dating them

What makes them blush

Ollie is a tall person, the height difference between you two is something he always loves. How you look at your beautiful eyes as you talk to him. But mostly, when you grab his Collar of his shirt to pull him down to kiss, or your arms around his neck, he turns into a blushing mess.

Favorite kind of quality time

Ollie liked to just do anything with you. A romantic candle light dinner or a movie night in bed, anything is good. Even the boring things, like grocery shopping, are nice as long as he has you in his presence. He walks grab your hand and let you guide him trough the store while he has to grab the things on the higher shelves for you.

Realize the were in love/ First time I love you

It was after the first race you attened that Ollie knew he wanted it more often. Your presence felt normal and confronting to have. He needed you by his side the whole weekend and when he wasn't it felt empty. That night when you were sutting in the hotelroom enjoyimg some roomservice, those three words sliped out of his mouth. Did he plannee it to be more romantic, yes, but it was perfect for you.

Meeting their family

You met his father when Ollie did his debut in Jeddah at the start of the 2024 season. Your relationship was still quite new and with all the traveling he did and your school, there wasn't much free time. When he got called to fill in for Carlos Sainz, you weren't going to miss that. It was awkward meeting his dad for the first time like this, but it helped as you were both nervous the whole race. After you went back to England with them and met the rest.

Can they cook

Ollie knows how to cook some basics, like pasta and eggs, but everything with more then three ingredients needs a little help.

"Love, can you help?" ollie yells softly through the hotel room as he stands in front of the stove.

You hurry off from the couch towards the kitchen. The stove was filled with milk and Ollie looked confused while holding the pan into the air. "It just exploded." he says and you laugh at his stament

"you have to keep stirring it and always look out. When milk boils it spills over the pan." you say as you put out the stove to let it cool of and take the pan from his hand to put it under water.

"I see that now."

Love language

His love languages is definitely quality. Being away all the time is difficult and he loves spending his free time with you. It doesn't matter if it is a fancy date, or a lazy night on the couch, as long as it is with you it is perfect.

Perfect date

On the first date Ollie took you to the arcade. It was really nice. You spend the day enjoying the games, while getting to know each other. He helped you score some points with basketbal, as he is taller and easier to reach the basket.

"Here, let me help you," ollie said while standing behind you. A blush spread over youe fave drom the thouch of his finger on your side and arm.

" you have to put your hands in a triangle," you did what he said and after some more tries you got the Ball inside the net.

" See i knew you could do it."

Gift giving

On your first date, Ollie gave you a bear stuffed animal, wich you later named, bear, kind of basic but fitting. He said he would be with you, even when he was away. You loved it, and every race weekend you couldn't attend, you and Bear were seated on the couch while cheering for him.

Victor Martins

Foto's you would take while dating them

What makes them blush

You and Victor have a little language barrier sometimes, ( if you speak french, you don't ;:) ) Sometimes he doesn't know the English words for something and says it in French. You have picked up some words, mostly the nicknames he would call you. in the beginning he called you cherie and bebe, but that changed to mon Cherie or mon amour for most of the time. Once when he came home from a training, you let the nickname slip out

Victor opened up the door to your apartment, seeing you seated on the couch.

"Hello, Cherie. How was training?" you walked up to him to give him a kiss. His head shot up bu the sound of the name as a bright blush spread around his cheeks.

he looked you into the eyes, before saying, "say it again."

you smirk at the effect it has on him as you walk closer to him,"Cherie'

"Putain, I love when you speak french." he kisses you deeply.

Favorite kind of quality time

Victor is someone who waork out a lot. Not only for his job, but he likes the morning runs. When he is at home he trains in the livingroom as you sit on the couch and try to not look at his shirless chest. Between his sets you keep him company with little conversations. He likes it. It makes the training go faster and after wards he could take you into the shower with him.

Love language

Gift giving, victor would always get you a little something when he was away with racing. Sometimes it was a local food product, if it wouldn't expire fast, or a Magnet for on the fridge. You liked them and have kept all of them since his f3 days.

Perfect date/ Gift giving

You attended the Australian grand prix, cheering for your boyfriend from his garage. It was a good weekend for him scoring points in both the sprint race and feature race. Afterwards he took you to a zoo, and got you a koala stuffed animal. You spent the whole day admiring animals together and it was a great day.

[supercap2319]

"Let me guess... I have to choose which one is my best friend and which one is my boyfriend?" Y/N asked as the two Ghostfaces looked at him and nodded wordless.

The young Carpenter-Loomis boy looked them up and down as they just stood there and let themselves be examined. He looks at them and smirks. "The one to my left is Chad. And the one on the right is my sexy boyfriend, Ethan."

"What? How do you know?" Chad's voice could be heard as he pulled off his mask and costume and so did Ethan to reveal that Y/N was right.

*Yeah, Y/N. We were identical. How did you do it?" Ethan asked.

Y/N shrugged his shoulders. "You could put a paper bag over your head, and I'd know it was you. Besides, you're wearing the shoes I got for your birthday underneath your costume. I know you better than anyone, Mr. Landry."

Ethan blushed.

[miloformula123fan]

Masterlist :)

(coming soon cause i needed to reset it up!)

before requesting, please read my guidelines here :)

alex albon

andrea stella

andrew 'shov' shovlin

arthur leclerc

carlos sainz

charles leclerc

cyril abiteboul

daniel ricciardo

doriane pin (coming soon...)

esteban ocon

fernando alonso

general

george russell

gianpiero (gp) lambiase

jack doohan

james vowles

jenson button

jerome d'ambrosio (coming soon...)

kimi raikkonen

lance stroll

lando norris

lewis hamilton

liam lawson

logan sargeant

mark webber

max verstappen

mick schumacher

nico rosberg

oliver bearman

oscar piastri

paul aron

peter 'bono' bonnington

pierre gasly

sebastian vettel

susie wolff

toto wolff

victor martins

yuki tsunoda

[untilwedont]

Think you can handle one

Then try two

RQ: TOP!Ethan x TOP!Chad x BOTTOM!Male reader smut plz. Where on the night of the collage party ( the one in the movie ), the reader and chad end up sneaking of to have sex, and ethan stumbles in and joins them”

Pairings: Chad Meeks-Martin x Ethan Landry x Male!Reader

Warnings: Oral sex, rough sex, slight degration kink?, cum eating

Summary

A/N: time to get into my slut boy era and do some of my smut requests 🥰 also i literally had to rewrite half of this story so if this sucks its because i got lazy and just wanted to finish this

You arrived at the college party with some group of friends, one being with Tara. You decided to go as a one of a kind, slutty cowboy. The plan was to party, have fun, drink tons of alcohol, and maybe get laid.. like any normal college student would.

And so, you walked in. The music was blaring and there were colorful lights that covered every inch of the house. There was either two things you saw while you were there. People drinking and dancing, or people making out against the walls.

You were one of the people that decided to drink and dance with some of the friends you came with, living the night away. You stopped when you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning around to face a friend of yours, Chad.

“Hey there, M/N. Enjoying the party?”

You could tell he’d been drinking a bit from the slight stench of alcohol slipping out of his mouth and up into your nostrils. “For sure, this shits the best!” You laughed, slightly eyeing his toned abs from time to time.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to Chad. He certainly had that jock personality, but he definitely wasn’t a douchebag like any typical jock would be.

He smiled at you, “So what’re supposed to be?” He yelled over the loud music, but quickly spoke before you could say anything. “Wait, lemme guess… A cowboy?” He furrowed his eyebrows and slightly tilted his head, smile still remaining.

You pointed a finger in the air, “Actually a slutty cowboy. Can’t forget the slutty part.” He nodded and laughed, eyes eyeing you up and down.

“And what exactly are you supposed to be, hm?” You tilted your head, slightly running your tongue against your teeth. “Well I too am a cowboy,” he looked down at himself, “A slutty cowboy if you will.”

You laughed and nodded your head, “Well looks like we both had the same idea.”

The two of you went silent for a moment, an awkward tension starting to grow. You continued to slightly eye his abs, but only for a split second so he wouldn’t notice.

He leaned in against your ear and whispered, “I can see you eyeing my abs. You aren’t so slick y’know.” You were stunned for a second, a faint red appearing onto your cheeks.

He placed his hands on your waste, slightly pulling you closer. “You look really hot right now, but I bet you’d look even hotter with your clothes off. Why don’t you come with me. Promise you’ll have a funner time with me than dancing with your friends.”

He waited for a response but it’s like every word in your vocabulary disappeared. The only thing you could do was look at him and nod, wanting to so badly to have raunchy sex with this man. He took your hand in his and lead you to an empty bedroom, closing the door and immediately smashing his lips onto yours.

His hunger for his lips to be on yours was inevitable. You backed up against the edge of a bed and he pushed you onto it. He removed everything he had on but his pants, which was almost nothing. He got on top of you and placed lips soft lips back onto yours.

Both your tongues fought for dominance, but his won the battle and he explored your mouth. He deepened the kiss while his hands explored your waist, muffled moans coming out of you.

He removed his lips from yours and explored your neck, eventually finding your sweet spot. “Fuck Chad- I want you so badly..” You ran your hands through his back, all the way up to his head.

“Is that so, hm? Why don’t you suck my dick?Always wanted to see what else that pretty little mouth could do.” You complied with his command and got up from the bed and down on your knees.

You kissed his growing bulge through his pants, being a little tease. He through his head back and groaned slightly. You unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, revealing his hard, throbbing cock.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, stroking it slowly. You gave his tip small kisses before fully putting his length into your mouth. He groaned, placing both his hands on the side of your head, forcing you to take his full length.

He held you there for a few seconds before letting you catch your breath. You coughed and wiped the drool the oozed out your mouth. You licked the end of his dick all the way to his tip, slapping it against your tongue.

You placed it back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, stroking the parts you couldn’t suck with one hand and cupping his balls with the other.

“Fuck baby, gonna make me cum down your throat!” He moaned, grabbing the sides of your head and thrusting his dick faster and faster until he finally came undone in your mouth. “Fuck, I’m cumming~!”

He shot his load down your throat, ropes of cum shooting out of his cock. Some oozed out and dripped off your chin, but you managed to swallow it all.

You removed his length from your mouth and he helped you up, laying you down on the bed. “We aren’t done yet baby. Haven’t gotten to abuse this little hole of yours.”

He began to kiss your chest, all the way down to your stomach and stopping at your waistband. He looked up at you, asking for consent. You nodded eagerly and he pulled your pants down along with your underwear, your cock flinging out and hitting against your stomach.

He got down onto his knees and started to eat you out while stroking your dick with one hand and placing a finger in your hole with the other. You gripped the bedsheets, moaning and whimpering as his tongue did unspeakable things.

“Fuck~ please Chad.. I need you so badly..!” You moaned and he looked up at you while smirking. “Alright prince, I think i’ve prepped you enough. Time to give you what you’ve been asking for.”

He lined his dick up with your hole and placed the tip in. Your grip on the bedsheets tightened as he slammed into you with no warning. “Augh~ fuck!”

Chad began to thrust into you at an ungodly pace, completely abusing your hole. “Fuck, after all that prepping and you’re still so fucking tight!” He threw and head back and shut his eyes, groaning as he continued to hit and abuse your sweet spot.

He abruptly came to a stop when you both heard the bedroom dorm open. In came Ethan, only wanted to lay down and rest a bit. “Fuck, Jesus, I-I’m so sorry!” Ethan yelled, covering his eyes, tints of red appearing on his face.

Chad purposely left the door unlocked, hoping someone would stumble in and join them. Chad laughed at his blushing friend, “Hey man, no worries! Why don’t you come in and join us? I’m sure M/N can put his mouth back to good use, right?” He looked at you and you nodded towards Ethan.

Ethan was hesitant at first since he’d be losing his virginity, but at the same time he was really wanting to lose his virginity, so he complied. He shut the down and made sure to lock it before taking off his handmade costume. Chad continued to thrust back into you, this time going at a slower pace.

You whimpered as he went in and out of you. Ethan, now fully undressed, walk towards the bed you laid in and climbed on next to you. You turned your head towards his cock and he placed it in your mouth as you opened wide.

Ethan slightly groaned, the vibrations from your moans sending a pleasurable sensation. He grabbed your head, forcing you to go completely down on his cock. All that nervousness in him seemed to have quickly gone away.

So now not only were you getting your guts absolutely annihilated, but now you’d be having a sore throat by the end of the night.

A/N: 3 stories in one day WOWZA. Got too lazy to try to go more in-depth for this fic so im ending it there.

[chris-prank]

Yandere Hunter x GN reader

Peace-Pocalypse Part 1

CW: Manipulative behavior, Obsession, Mention of kidnaping, Implication of murder and mention of blood

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

This guy is more of the soft dominante type, so yay no subby yandere this time.

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🪓 It was surprisingly peaceful for a post apocalyptic world and Martin liked it that way. He found it to be similar to the far west, but with modern technologies. 

🪓 Most big cities were destroyed, only leaving behind small villages secluded from each other. Between them were miles and miles of luscious nature. Pretty but dangerous for solitary travelers. 

🪓 You were one of these adventurers, going place to place to create new connections. That’s when you ended up at a village called Flowermore. The name was fitting since there were flower fields all around it. 

🪓 When you arrived, you instantly became an oddity for the townsfolk, since they didn’t get to see new faces often. 

🪓 You were just another stranger for Martin, nothing extraordinary, at the very least he was even a bit wary of you. Flowermore was a peaceful place, where a real community created itself, but that didn't mean people outside were the same. That’s until he got to talk to you and not just eavesdrop on conversations you had with the people of the town. This encounter happened after two weeks of you staying at Flowermore and of him watching you from afar.

🪓 Martin lived a bit outside of town, in a forest nearby. He was a hunter, meaning he took care of bringing meat to the village and he would often leave for multiple days or weeks– hunting animals was not his only line of work, but he kept that a secret. 

🪓 It would be a lie to say that you didn’t notice him when you first arrived and that you didn’t thought he looked cool. He seemed like an interesting guy with the scars on his face and his attire making him look like a pirate. You were so enthusiastic when you got to talk to him for the first time. 

🪓 Martin thought you were so cute while he listened to all your questions, notebook in hand. He could stare at your amazed face all day if he had the opportunity. In addition, he was truly invested in the stories of your own life, contributing to them to make the conversation last longer. 

🪓 Martin wondered how a bubbly thing like you survived alone all this time. Not that he considered you weak, just that it looked so easy to gain your sympathy. He was glad that no one seemed to have taken advantage of you until now. 

🪓 The more he spended time by your side, the more he could feel his feelings grow stronger. Maybe a bit too much. 

🪓 After a month, he asked if you wanted to crash at his place for the rest of your stay. Saying that you could sleep in his bed and he could use his couch. He totally wasnt hoping that you would feel bad and offer him to join you in bed.

🪓 “It's really no problem for me darlin’ and I can sleep anywhere really. At least that way I'll have the chance to show you more of my skills.”

🪓 You were a bit unsure by this offer at first, the thought of living with him was making you all flustered, but you ultimately said yes. 

🪓 Martin soon started to note down in his journal every time you mentioned something you liked.  Once, while he was in a ghost town, he found a cassette of your favorite singer. He relishes the huge smile you made when you saw the gift. 

🪓 He could also feel himself melting in his combat boots when you played it and started dancing. Watching your body sway like that was making his mind go into overdrive. The indent of his grip on the couch was proof of that. 

🪓 If one of your favorite animals happens to be a species that lives in the surrendering area, be sure that he will find a way to capture one for you (without harming it of course.) 

🪓 Martin is not very a plant guy, but he will ask the apothecary of the village what your favorite flower looks like so he can go pick some for you.

🪓 If you’re down for it, he’ll show you how to hunt small animals, by using his crossbow or by putting traps in place. He positions himself behind you, his hands going from your shoulders to your wrist to readjust your posture. 

🪓 “Yay, just like that darling. You’re doing so well.” His face was so close to yours, as he whisper tenderly in your ear, that you almost feel his lips ghosting your skin. 

🪓 Is this just his method of getting closer to you in more ways than one? Maybe, but at the same time he is teaching you crucial survival skills! So he doesn’t feel too guilty about it. 

🪓 Seeing you and Martin spend all of your time together, armless rumors spread around. Could you really blame them? Gossiping was one of the rare sources of entertainment these townsfolk had. You tried to ignore it or just straight up tell people that you were just friends. 

🪓 Martin wasn't bothered by this, that's for sure. When people asked about the two of you, he would respond in the most vague way possible, fueling the imagination of everyone.

🪓 “Mm them? Oh you know how it is… we get closer everyday.~” 

🪓 One day, when he heard from one of the elders that you were planning on leaving, it’s like his whole world was falling apart. You couldn’t leave him, especially after all this time! At this point, you two were literally living like a couple! And weren’t you happy by his side?! 

🪓 “I heard you were leavin’ soon…At least you had a good time with me, right sweetin’ ?”

🪓 Behind his unbothered words, he was trying his hardest not to lock you up in his cottage. He had the strength to do so, but he knew you would hate him if he did. The idea of you disliking him was worse than death, so he decided on a more subtle approach. 

🪓 Martin had a lot of connections outside of Flowermore, some that he wouldn’t want you or anyone else to know of. He ended up asking some guys who were indebted to him to scare you a little. The plan was to fake a bandit ambush when you would be outside the village surroundings. 

🪓 Now, he just had to wait for you to come back to him and act shocked at the sight of your crying face. You can bet that if any of these guys went too far during the attack, he will definitely make them regret their life decisions. 

🪓 “Aw darlin’ I’m so sorry, it must have been horrible! Come here, let me give you a hug.”

🪓 Despite the traumatic experience, you kept telling him that you were determined to continue your travels. That one bad occurrence shouldn’t discourage you from trying again. 

🪓 Oh, how Martin admired your courage and dedication, so much that he could have kissed you right then and there. But in the time being your motivation was going against his plans. He tried to play the reasonable one, using his deep soothing voice while arguing with you. 

🪓 He finally convinced you to settle here by saying that you could just come with him every time he had businesses out of town. That way you could still travel (and he could keep an eye on you.) On top of that, the winter season was rapidly approaching and it wouldn’t be wise to travel by foot in these extreme temperatures. 

🪓 You slowly started to notice how much more protective he had become over you, but you figured it was just out of concern since the attack. You were a bit sad to not be able to explore like you used to, but it’s true that it was nice to have a more stable life. 

🪓 When the snow came by, it truly changed the scenery of the town. Since the end of the apocalypse, winter has become way more magical. You felt like you were in these cheap Christmas postcards just by taking a stroll in town. 

🪓 The cold was a completely different story though. It was so intense that even with the fireplace you still had to wear several layers of clothing around the house. It was one of the cons of living in an old cottage. 

🪓 One evening, you were wrapped in a hand-knitted blanket made with real sheep's wool. The good quality material weighed on your shoulders and gave your body much-needed warmth. You stared out the window and into the distance, your eyes focusing on nothing in particular. 

🪓 Suddenly a black dot appeared between the trees and seemed to grow bigger each second. It was Martin, probably coming back from hunting. Your speculation ended up correct, because the moment his features became more visible you could see the striking contrast of red on his brown clothes. 

🪓 You ran to the door and opened it for him. The man flashed you a subtle grin and with heavy steps he crossed the threshold of the door. Despite the blood, it was endearing to see him covered in snow, his shoulder length hair covered with bits of frost and his cheek burned from the cold wind. 

🪓 After he had taken off his now soiled coat, he took you into his arms and lifted you off the ground. He nuzzled his face into your neck, his beard scratching your skin. The lack of dead prey to be seen on the ground made you think that it had maybe ran away despite successfully harming it. Martin always came back home feeling down when that happened. 

🪓 When he spoke up his voice was low, almost sleepy.

🪓 “I need help to recharge, d’you think you could do that for me ?”

🪓 You cuddled for the rest of the night. Despite feeling a tad of frustration that he always seemed to find the right excuse to make you stay in Flowermore, you couldn’t deny how good it felt to fall asleep in his arms. 

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So this was my terrible attempt at writing an accent that's not even in my native language... If you guys have any tip to make it better/realistic, don't hesitate to comment!

These two drawing of him are from last year, but I still kinda like them, so here they are!

[g4yforethan]

protection

pairing: ethan landry x chad meeks-martin x male!reader

summary: after an attack by ghostface, ethan does everything to make sure reader is taken care of

warnings: cursing, n lots of fluff

a/n: this is all over the place im sorry y'all :((

"okay on one, two, three!"ethan helps you getting onto your bed. after an attack by a psycho in a ghostace mask, they left you with a stab to the side. you've been scared ever since but ethan has been there for you the entire time. "thank you ethan for everything really. if you want, you can go. i think i'll be fine." "no fucking way y/n. i almost lost you the other night and now i'm gonna make sure no one comes near my baby boy." he kisses you on your forehead and accidently puts his hand near your wound. you moan in slight pain and ethan apologizes a good 50 times. "well is there anything you need? water? food? kisses?" you laugh in response to his sweet and cute sense of humor.

"well i am feeling a little hungry and i do enjoy some kisses." he blushes as you say this. "i'll go get us some pizza. be back in a bit." he gives you a kiss and leaves. soon, you hear a knock on the door. you figure it's ethan. "it's open!" the door opens as you hear footsteps coming to your door. "ethan?!" the door opens and it's...chad. "oh my god chad! why the fuck would you scare me like that?!" "i'm sorry for not announcing my name as i've been over here plenty of times before. but anyways, ethan texted me that you were out of the hospital so i came back from class to see you for a quick second." you smile at him. you and chad had a little fling over the summer but decided you two weren't a match for each other after all.

"i mean nothing much to see just trying to get some rest you know." he could tell you didn't want to see him right now. "well if you need anything, i can come back later for dinner with you and uh... ethan" he also wasn't that fond of ethan either since he found out that you two were dating now. ethan walks into your bedroom. "hey baby i'm back." he stops and sees chad sitting beside your bed. they give each other a look which made it really awkward for you. "well uh i think i'll head out for now. class starts in a little bit. feel better y/n. see ya ethan." chad walks out and ethan comes over to sit next to you."why was he over here? what did you guys talk about?" he seemed concerned which was really cute for you.

"haha nothing ethan really. he just came over to see how i was feeling since you texted him i was back from the hospital." ethan felt and looked embarrassed for overreacting. "oh god yeah i forgot i texted him. i'm sorry baby for getting a little jealous there." you laughed and found him being protective of you really cute as always. "it's fine ethan. i find it really cute when a guy is overprotective in the sweet way just not in the stalker way." he laughs and gets closer to give you a kiss. he kisses you and you touch his soft, curly hair. you two continue to kiss for another few minutes. "so pizza and a movie?" he asks you. you agree and give him another kiss as he crawls into bed with you.

[livingdreams97]

Tara Carpenter -- "The lies I keep" (Part 4)

Tara Carpenter x Male reader/oc

Summary: Having a normal life is difficult after the one she considered her best friend tries to kill her and causes distrust in everyone she meets. But something or rather someone manages to enter her heart and hiding that person is the best thing that occurs to her.

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Tara's POV

A chill runs down my spine as the name and photo lights up the screen of my sister's phone. The memory of his sadistic laughter as he tried to kill my sister and his voice filling the first floor of Amber's house as he recounted his plan chills me.

Richie Kirsch.

Tara: How the fuck..?- I leave the question hanging in the air without understanding how it is possible.

Sam: I didn't get to delete the contact. - she answers without taking her eyes off the phone. - They're using your number. - she says simply.

Tara: Don't answer, let it ring.- I tell her when I see her thumb move towards the green button.

My sister ignores me and decides to answer the call. She quickly puts the phone to her ear and looks around the dark and almost desolate street.

Sam: Who is it? - she asks seriously. - Think very seriously about whether you really want to do this, because the last two who tried ended up dead. - she says with venom in her voice and I look between my sister's angry face and my boyfriend's confused one.

Y/n: Tara.- he calls me in a whisper and when I look at him he gestures with his head in front of us.

I look where he is pointing, seeing a figure dressed in dark clothing with a hood and walking towards us looking like he is talking on the phone.

I give my sister a quick push, alerting her to the person approaching us. My boyfriend stands in front of us in a projective manner, but the guy walks past us calmly, looking at us strangely.

Sam: So what? You protect us now? - she asks the person on the other end of the line. - Don't believe everything they say on the internet, asshole. - she insults him venomously. - You watch yours. - she threatens him.

Not a second later, I feel an arm go around my shoulders and wrap around my neck. I open my eyes in fear, seeing a knife and Ghostface's mask next to my face.

Y/n: Tara!- he exclaims, moving quickly and grabbing the knife arm, preventing me from being stabbed with it.

I take advantage of the moment and throw my elbow back, hitting ghostface in the face and with the help of my sister we push him to the ground.

Sam: Run!- she tells us, standing behind me and pushing me forward.

We run down the sidewalk, calling for help and seeing Ghostface already standing up running behind us. We turn to the right and see a bodega that we enter without hesitation.

Sam: You have to help us.- she asks the guy from the store at the same time as me.

Tara: Help, please!- I ask as soon as we approach the counter. -You have to call the police, there's a man outside who's n...- I desperately ask the store worker, ignoring the customers and being interrupted by the doorbell.

Ghostface enters the store and walks calmly towards us, without any hurry while we walk backwards.

XY: Any problems, ghost? - a man asks ghostface, standing in front of him.

The guy doesn't have time to react, before ghostafece moves quickly and stabs him several times in the stomach. Another man tries to separate him from the victim, receiving a stab in the side of the neck and being thrown to the side as if he was nothing.

We walk backwards, watching as he walks towards us at a leisurely pace, causing panic inside me.

Shopman: Hey! - he calls and quickly shoots Ghostface with the shotgun. -Go to the back room.- he tells us after coming out from behind the counter and seeing that the person he shot is no longer there.

The three of us quickly move to the door on our left side, attempting to open the back room door and realizing that it is locked.

Tara: Keys, we need the keys.- I say after running back to the hallway and getting the shopman's attention.

He grabs the keys that he has tied to his waist, trying to untie them and give them to me. But before he can let go of the keys, Ghostface appears and before we know it the clerk is already on the ground with a gunshot wound to the face.

Y/n: Fuck.- he whispers, impressed by what he just saw.

Sam: Hide.- she whispers to us, pulling us both through the corridors of the bodega.

The three of us crouch down, trying not to be seen by the killer and to be able to escape. We stay still, trying to listen for any noise so we can know where our attacker is.

By some miracle, we hear the sound of a package being stepped on where it had been when it had killed the owner of the bodega. We barely move a few centimeters before a shot is heard and the glass of the refrigerators behind us explodes.

Y/n: Shit.- he whispers barely perceptibly, causing me to look back and see him with blood on his arm and hand.

But before I can approach him or say anything, the sound of another gunshot fills the warehouse and several things from the shelves fall on top of us.

Sam: Come on.- says rushing us so we can move quickly.

We hide across one of the hallways, trying to hide as best as possible, the three of us stuck together. Sam grabs a can from the floor as quietly as possible and throws it away from us.

The noise the can makes when it falls to the ground causes Ghostface to walk towards the noise and we take advantage of it to move.

But as luck would have it, one of the glass pieces on the floor makes a noise and we freeze. The store falls completely silent for a few seconds, except for the background music.

Before we know it, the three of us have pushed a shelf over Ghostface and run out of the store. As soon as we cross the door, two police cars pull up in front of us and we turn back toward the store.

I notice that the door to the back room is now open and the mask the killer was wearing is now on the floor of the cellar.

I look at my sister, watching as the police enter the warehouse and search for the murderer.

Paramedic: Are you okay? - I hear someone ask us and I turn to see a paramedic approaching us.

Sam: Yes, thank you.- he answers with a small grimace.

Tara: Y/n needs his arm looked at.- I tell her quickly, turning to my boyfriend and seeing the blood stain the forearm of his shirt.

The paramedic takes my boyfriend to the ambulance, where they begin to treat him and heal the cuts on his arm and hand.

I look at my sister, worried about what is about to come and guilty for having brought Y/n into this whole thing.

POV Your

We have been in an interrogation room for more than half an hour, with rather unpleasant images scattered on the table and without knowing when they will let us go.

Tara is leaning on the table between her sister and me, her eyes closed and completely silent. Sam on the other hand is leaning back in the chair, with her arms crossed over her chest and a tired expression on her face.

I, on the other hand, have my back leaning against my chair and my head thrown back looking at the ceiling, completely exhausted and bored of waiting.

A while later, the door to the room opens and Detective Bailey enters. From what Tara told me when we arrived, he is the father of her roommate Quinn.

Bailey: This was found next to the body, on the floor at the crime scene.- he tells us, showing a Ghostface mask in an evidence bag and leaving it on the table. -The DNA says it belongs to someone named Richie Kirsch. Does that ring a bell?- he asks, looking at the three of us.

Sam: That sounds familiar to us, yes.- she answers in a somewhat vague way.

Tara: Whoever attacked us was wearing a different mask.- she tells the detective. -More battered, like an older one.- she explains in a simple way.

Bailey: I have to ask.- he begins, clearing his throat. -Do you have any alibi for today?- he asks us and my girlfriend is the first to respond.

Tara: I was at a party with friends and Y/n was with me too.- she answers and I nod confirming the alibi.

Sam: And I was in therapy, I can give you his contact and he'll confirm it to you.- she answers, making the detective write something on a piece of paper. -And then I saw Tara and the rest at the party, where I tased Y/n.- she finishes telling her alibi and I can see how the detective looks at me surprised.

I just make a face frowning my lips, remembering the moment and feeling my body shudder at the painful memory of the moment.

Tara places her hand on my thigh, leaving a light squeeze there and offering me a slight smile at the memory of what her sister has done.

Bailey: And that was before or after this? - he asks, searching for something on his phone and playing a video in which someone threw a soda at her.

Sam: Before.- she answers simply.

Tara: As you can see, we have been accompanied at all times. - she points out to make it clear that we have nothing to do with anything that has happened.

Sam: So our friend's father happens to be in charge of the case? - she says with some curiosity and distrust due to the coincidence.

Bailey: It's a small world, isn't it? - he shakes his head slightly. - Well, actually, the colleague who was going to take charge of the case offered it to me because it involved Quinn, but I can give it back to you if you feel uncomfortable - he assures the three of us, but at no time does he take his eyes off the eldest of the three.

Y/n: Well, I would feel more comfortable if you returned the case.- I commented, crossing my arms, earning a dirty look from the detective. -Don't take it personally, it's just that I don't know you and I don't think it's appropriate. Besides, isn't it illegal to participate or lead an investigation in which a family member is involved?- I asked him without stopping looking into his eyes.

Bailey: It's okay, because I'm going to be objective at all times.- he assures me firmly, but I can see that he's annoyed by the slight tremor in his right eyebrow.

Y/n: I'm not saying that you can't be objective in case that your daughter turns out to be a suspect, but the law says one thing and that is; no agent can participate in a case when any member of the close family is involved in said case.- I remind him raising an eyebrow. -Or is that not so?- I ask him tilting my head to the side.

Bailey: Yes it is.- he agrees with me, pressing his lips together in clear annoyance. -But in this case there won't be any problem, because I can vouch for Quinn not been involved and that she is innocent.- he assures the three of us, but from what I see I'm not the only one who doesn't completely trust what he says.

Y/n: And who would vouch for you? - I ask him with a slight smile, amused by the reactions I'm getting from the detective and the gestures he's making to keep from exploding.

Bailey: Any of my colleagues can do it.- he replies between his teeth. -So if you want me to return the case, it's up to you.- he repeats again, ignoring that I don't agree and looking at the brunette.

Sam: Okay.- she nods without being very convinced and I look at her shaking my head.

There is something I don't like about this man, he has a weird vibe and is not at all sincere. Besides, coincidences are a thing and this is a clear case of abuse of power.

Bailey: Okay.- he nods with a slight smile taking out another envelope. -If the man who attacked you stole your ID and left it next to the body, it's probably someone close to you.- he assures her leaving the evidence bag with Sam's ID full of blood in front of the owner. -Since when do you know your friends?- he asks mainly directed to the sisters.

Tara: We moved here for the summer semester with Mindy and Chad about six months ago. So Quinn, Ethan, Anika and Y/n have been friends ever since then or so.- she replies giving me a smile when she says my name and I return it.

Bailey: Well, I think I can rule out Quinn and that's one less we have to worry about.- he assures us causing the three of us to look at each other.

Y/n: If that's the case, I canvouch for Tara and Sam, which means two fewer people.- I refute his reasoning. -And Tara and Sam can rule out Chad and Mindy, which would mean two more people less; according to your reasoning. Plus I would expect Tara to also rule me out for being her boyfriend, which only leaves us with two possible suspects.- I commented, looking at him with some superiority when I noticed the slight tremor of his eyelid.

The girls look at me in surprise at what I just said, receiving a slight nod from Sam and a proud smile from my girlfriend.

The detective falls silent, watching me and taking a deep breath before speaking again.

Bailey: Do either of you have anyone who wants to attack you? - he asks the question directed at the Carpenter sisters, ignoring my comment completely.

Tara: No one who is still alive.- she answers after thinking about it for a few seconds.

Bailey: Wow.- he says surprised by the response of the shortest of all those present.

The four's attention moves to the door, when an agent opens it and leans inside the interrogation room.

Agent: The FBI, they say they have jurisdiction over the case.- he informs the detective, who gets up from his seat and leaves the place, closing the door behind him.

The three of us stayed silent for a few moments, during which we all let out tired sighs.

Y/n: I'm going to say it because I'm sure the three of us thought it.- I whisper, breaking the silence and turning my body towards the sisters. -Don't you find this whole situation a little strange?- I ask them, looking towards the door over my shoulder.

Tara: What do you mean? - she asks me confused and looking at her sister for support.

Y/n: I mean, Bailey is insisting on Quinn's innocence too much without giving any reason other than the fact that she's his daughter.- I begin to explain and the eldest of the sisters nods in agreement. -Besides, when he asked if we felt uncomfortable with him taking the case, I said that I preferred another detective and he ignored me because I didn't say what he wanted to hear.- I point out, looking towards the door again.

Tara: But is it true that since he is Quinn's father he can't participate in the case? - she asks me with sincere interest.

Y/n: Yes.- I nod. -If someone higher position than him finds out, they could open a file on him for participating and having access to privileged information, since you could manipulate evidence or alter the course of the investigation. They could also take away his badge and prohibit him from working as an agent again depending on the type of investigation.- I explain it in the simplest way possible so that they both understand.

Sam: Wait.- she says, getting my attention. -How do you know all this?- she asks me with confusion and interest.

Tara: Y/n is studying to be a lawyer.- she answers on my behalf, provoking a surprised and impressed reaction from her older sister at the information.

Sam: But I thought you met in class? - she asks, completely lost.

On the way from the winery to the police station in the police car we had some time to talk. Sam gave me the third degree, asking about my family, how Tara and I met, and about our relationship.

So you could say that's what her little sister has been hiding from her since she met me six months ago in our introduction to production class.

Y/n: And we did it.- I assure her with a smile. -I took the introduction to production class to earn extra credits.- I explain, shrugging my shoulders.

Sam: So you don't trust him either? - she asks me, referring to her roommate's father.

Y/n: Not at all, and the way he tried to remove his daughter from the list of suspects, I don't trust her completely either.- I answer.

Sam: At least we agree that Bailey is not someone to be trusted.- she assures and both her sister and I nod in agreement with what he says.

Tara: And Quinn? - she asks looking at her sister and me.

Sam: Let's keep some distance from her, but we'll continue acting as usual with her.- she answers her sister and she nods in response. -Now let's get out of here and go home.- she tells us getting up from the chair and I do the same.

My girlfriend interlaces her right hand with my good hand that is not bandaged, before starting to walk behind her sister and me behind both of them.

Sam: Kirby?- she asks, stopping next to an open room where Quinn's father and a familiar-looking short-haired blonde girl are.

Kirby: Hello Sam.- she greets her back leaving the room with a slight smile and hugging her.

Sam: But what..?- she asks with evident confusion returning the hug.

Kirby: Tara.- greets my girlfriend and gives me a quick look, making me shake my head discreetly.

Sam: You're the FBI? - she asks the blonde in disbelief, receiving a nod in response.

Bailey: Do you know each other? - he asks with some frustration in his voice, looking between the two older women.

Sam: Yes.- she answers looking between the two agents. -We went to Woodsboro High Toghether. She was a senior when I started.- she explains simply.

Kirby: We have something in common, yes.- she confirms with a slightly lost look. -Look, I don't want us to measure who has the largest jurisdiction, I just want to help. I'll scratch your back, etc.- she says to Agent Bailey, handing him some documents and I bite my lip to hold back my laughter.

Tara: Don't laugh.- she whispers to me when she sees my face, giving me a light punch in the stomach with her elbow and giving me a dirty look.

Bailey: Good.- she nods, receiving more documents from a police officer. -Thank you.- he thanks, looking at the bag with the Ghostface mask. -The mask was left in the store. There are traces of DNA from two individuals: Charlie Walker and Jill Roberts, both already deceased.- he reads what is written on the mask and I look at the blonde quickly, feeling a phantom pain in my back.

Kirby: The masked killers of 2011.- she says receiving the mask and giving me a subtle look. -Charlie Walker did this to me.- she explains lifting her shirt a little so the scars on her side are visible. -That's why I'm interested in these cases.- she explains lowering the edge of her shirt. -Is this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?- she asks the girls directly.

Tara: No.- she immediately denies, since the one the murderer was wearing when he attacked us was older and worn out.

Bailey: So, he leaves them on purpose.- he announces looking at the FBI agent.

Kirby: Whoever is behind this has studied previous killers who came before.- she says, looking at the mask in her hand.- Maybe he believes Sam is the latest in a long line.- she says, looking at the one mentioned.

Sam: Okay, good luck with that.- he says to both agents. -We're leaving town.- she says, looking at her sister, and the two of them start walking, with me being pulled slightly by my girlfriend's intertwined hand.

Bailey: I'm sorry, but that's not possible.- he denies causing the three of us to stop and look at the two police officers. -You three are persons of interest on a double homicide, so you can't leave New York.- he tells the three of us and I glare at him.

Tara: Are you serious? - she asks the older agent, letting go of my hand and taking a step towards him.

Kirby: He's right.- she supports with a lost look. -But if we work together...- she begins to say looking at the oldest of the Carpenters.

Sam: Let's go.- she says to her sister and the two of them walk away.

I stand still for a few seconds, watching Kirby and trying to have a mental conversation with her. She gives me a slight, almost imperceptible nod.

Tara: Y/n!- I hear her calling me, so I make a face at the agents and run to where my girlfriend and sister are.

The three of us walk in complete silence, with Sam in the lead and me behind, keeping Tara between us. As soon as we walk through the doors of the police station, we see a group of reporters who, as soon as they see the sisters leave, approach and start asking questions.

Sam glances at me quickly, motioning me towards the group and then to her sister. I nod as I walk over to my girlfriend and pull her against my chest and quickly walk behind her sister through the reporters.

Gale: Gale Weathers, Channel 4.- I hear behind me and my body immediately freezes. -Do you think you're the reason Ghostface has come to the Big Apple?- she asks the Carpenters.

Y/n: Shit.- I mumbled through my teeth, closing my eyes tightly for a few seconds.

I stand still with my back to her, not wanting her to see me and recognize me. But out of the corner of my eye I can see Sam making a sudden movement, so I turn with my eyes wide open and watch as Gale dodges a punch.

Gale: Nice try, sweete, but i´ve done this dance before.- she replies proudly before his eyes stray from Sam for a few seconds. -Y/n.- she whispers in surprise when she sees me.

But the reporter doesn't have time to say anything else, as my girlfriend's fist hits her left cheek with force and turns her face.

Everyone around us exclaims in surprise at the blow. Gale turns around holding his cheek and looking at my girlfriend completely shocked by the blow.

Tara: Don't even come near us.- she threatens, grabbing my hand again and pulling us away from the reporters.

Gale: Are you still mad at me? - I hear her ask behind us.

Sam: You said you wouldn't write a book about what happened and then you wrote it. - she reproaches her with obvious annoyance.

Gale: Come on!- she exclaims exasperatedly. - Someone was going to write about it! It's my job. - she argues defensively.

Tara: I hear you couldn´t sell the movie rights- she reproaches her with an impassive face.

Gale: It´s... it´s all about true crime limited series these days.- she tells my girlfriend in response to her attack.

Sam: After everything we've been through together.- she reproaches the reporter. - What would Dewey think? - she asks her maliciously and I open my eyes in surprise.

Y/n: Sam, you've gone too far, that's not the point.- I tell her with some annoyance at the use of the reporter's late ex-husband who died last year.

Gale: Don't worry, Y/n.- she tells me, causing me to grimace. -That was a low blow.- she reproaches the eldest Carpenter.

Sam: So is your book.- she reproaches her back taking a step towards her. -You called me "unstable" and "a born killer."- she reproaches her lowering her voice.

Gale: That´s taken out of context - defends herself, trying to lighten the mood.

Sam: It's a literal quote. - she reminds her annoyed by the description.

Tara: You don´t think what you wrote has something to do with what is happening to us? - she asks her with a certain accusatory tone.

Sam:Come on.- she tells us starting to walk towards one of the taxis.

Gale: Hey, I talked to Sidney.- she says causing the girls to stop and look at her.

Tara: She's not coming here, is she? - she asks with some uncertainty.

Gale: No.- she shakes her head. -She sends her love, but she is going to a safe place with Mark and the kids.- she explains, reassuring the sisters. -She deserves to have her happy ending.- she assures with a certain sparkle in her eyes.

Sam: On that much, we agree.- she says to end the conversation, turning around and opening the taxi door to get in.

Gale: Hey, I want to catch this fucker as much as you do.- she says as she approaches the car.

Tara: Maybe.- she says before getting into the taxi. -Or maybe you're just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you're gonna fade away.- she attacks her to get into the vehicle with her sister.

Y/n: Call you later?- I ask in a whisper, receiving a slight nod from the reporter and with that I get in the car as well.

The driver starts the car, at the same time I close the door and put on my seatbelt.

We started to move towards the sisters apartment, or at least that's what I concluded. Sam's intention was to go home and pack her suitcase. Plus, the rest of their group will probably still be in their apartment and want to know what happened.

Tara: I have a question.- she says after a few moments of silence, drawing both her sister's attention and mine. -How did Gale know your name?- she asks me, looking me straight in the eyes.

I swallow heavily, looking at the intense look my girlfriend is giving me and the tension building inside the cab.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Helloooo! I've been wanting to share rhis idea of mine for our emo boy Martin.

What if the reader and Martin were like friends. And he always has a thing for her as he should because this us, hello? And then when the reader went to his place and saw him all bloodied and beaten up, she started taking care of him, and he was not used to it so he became sobby babyboy overwhelmed and couldn't helped it so he kiss the reader and things got escalated. iykyk

That's all for my rambling, thank you so muchhh!

Friends? But more and more

Martin x fem!reader

warning : +18, smut, oral (f reciving), small fluff/comfort, kissing, pain kink, wounds and treating

Summary : Friend or more? Was there something between them? Did it just take a trigger at the end to realise that there was more than just the hurt and the caring? Whatever it was, it seemed to be everything because when she felt his lips on hers, all worries seemed to be over and this something between them could finally be free and love each other.

info : Thank you very much for this request dear anon i'm glad i could give your rambling a little space. And I mean of course he loves us what else ;) Have fun reading and see you next time :)

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In the morning hours of the small foggy town, a car with its owner makes its way to a relatively single house. A place she had been to many times, at least so often that she knew the way by heart, the things she could always pick up a few days later, whether it was a new seatbelt, a box of beer, a coat or just cigarettes.

It was a relationship between them like friends, like a salesman and his regular customer, she gave him what he needed and he…yes, what did he give her besides money and a little talk between them.

But maybe having him around was something she needed and had learnt to appreciate, because when the fog settles over the city you can get a bit lonely, the streets are barely visible, the houses are barely visible and you yourself are barely visible, you're glad of any contact, she knew that and she knew that Martin knew it too.

,,How bad will it be this time?" she asked herself as she turned into his street, her fingers drumming lightly on the cool leather of the steering wheel, no rhythm and looking ahead of her rather expectantly, knowing that it always looked different every night.

Sometimes he had little more than a bruise and some days she could almost have taken him to the hospital but he always waved her off, not only too annoying but also ruining his fun or so he had once mumbled to her.

Whenever she came to him he sat on his bed smoking, playing or just seemed to be living his life so tragically and yet so pitifully he didn't want that, whatever it was for him it no longer mattered as she parked outside his house and got out of her car wondering as she used the key if her helicopter was still intact.

The opening of the door always caused a creaking noise she heard moving around the room in the small flat, ,,It's me!" she shouted through the living room knowing he heard her, putting on a shirt and trying not to look quite so broken even though she was already used to the sight.

Her footsteps approached his room and the wooden door opened, her surprise was immediate when she saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, ,,Hi…glad you're here," he said, his long black beams falling into his mind almost as if his own body didn't want her to see what had happened to him again.

But she could have guessed it instead she just sighed slightly saw that the helicopter was back in its box and standing on the dresser ready to be picked up normally she would have taken the fifty dollars and sat in the doorway with him for another thirty minutes.

Talking about everything and nothing and would have left but now she was on her way to his kitchen knowing that she was once again doing him the etxra favour because maybe it was her heart that was stopping her from leaving.

Without a word she came back with the first aid kit she needed, stood in front of him and put her hand under his chin, ,,Please show me Martin," she said quietly, knowing how quickly he could change when he nevertheless gave in and looked up at her, a look of pain and satisfaction in her eyes, ,,You-You don't have to do it," he almost whispered as she told him to slide back a little further onto the bed so that she could position herself better next to him.

She could almost see how he went from relaxed to tense and wanted to push away from her while she came closer to him at the same time. Uncertainty ran through him as if he didn't know what to do, as if he was overwhelmed by her presence or maybe it was because he loved her closeness, he loved it when she was with him, her voice, her loving nature and also her body. But all this remained hidden from her for the moment.

She took care of him, gently stroking the strands of hair from his face, seeing his somewhat guarded expression, the warmth radiating from his body almost inviting as he held still, the warm cheeks almost pink as she was so close to him she would be lying if she said she didn't like him. He might have been a bit strange but who wasn't?

Everyone had a strange way about them and Martin she had often seen him like this, beaten up but happy, making videos, smoking and doing other special things in his world where she only had a small place.

But maybe this small space meant more to him, ,,Almost there" she said as she tried to wipe the crusted blood off him so that she could finally put the plasters on him properly when she suddenly felt his hand on hers, almost carefully he held her hand and she saw that his gaze was probably on her the whole time.

He held her hand not out of pain but out of affection, ,,Martin I-" she wanted to say something as they slowly got closer but the words were forgotten when she suddenly felt his lips on hers, he overcame the last moments between them and it felt like something had finally opened up between them.

It was as if this around between them, the looks, the touches had finally become worth something, ,,Finally" she murmured between kisses as she felt his hands on her body Martin seemed almost overwhelmed as he seemed too overwhelmed to finally have her, to finally be able to pursue his love heard the almost elated sigh of relief at her approval.

He had never looked sweeter, his eyes full of love and devotion, his hands on her, ,,May I?" he asked almost shyly as his hands were about to take off her clothes, smiling as she put her hands on his cheeks and gave him a gentle kiss, stroking his injury for a moment before she lay down on his bed and gave him permission.

Martin did not tear her clothes from her but rather carefully for every piece he took from her he kissed her skin caressing her and seemed to love every sound she made as if she was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to him, he was unlike anything she had ever had.

He loved her he loved her like she was his everything with every kiss, with every touch and with every sound she made out of lust he only seemed to love her more as if he was grateful to her, as if she alone kept him alive.

She felt his kisses leave her torso and kiss up her legs, his fingers almost cautiously touching her centre, unsure if he was even good enough, ,,Mhh do-you do well," she said slightly breathlessly, straightening up for a moment to stroke his head, seeing him nuzzle his head against her hand, kissing her fingers, ,,I promise," came the muffled reply from him as she leaned back, caught by the soft mattress and blanket.

He planted a few last kisses on the inside of her thigh before she felt his fingers brush over the bundle of nerves, the first relaxed, pleasurable sounds of her lips leaving the pleasure of his previous touches, the kisses leaving marks from her neck, to her breasts, which he caressed even more gently, to her stomach and legs.

Her fingers clung to the bedspread as she felt his warm tongue on her fingers and he slowly began to make love to her physically, still a little insecure.

But with every sound she made, her fingers from the bed cover first clinging to his shirt, scratching his shoulders and burying themselves in his hair, she also heard the grunt as she pulled too hard on his black hair.

A noise she didn't know if it was too much pain or something else as she was beginning to understand why he was fighting with others in his car at night.

At first, wanting to let go of him in her mind, she only heard Markus say, ,,Go ah-on…please" as he let go of her and looked at her, his bright eyes filled with the veil of lust that had settled on hers, nodding faintly, barely perceptible but understandable as he disappeared between her thighs again and her fingers in his dark hair.

With each lick, each further sensitive electrifying shudder of her body through his caresses, she not only came closer to her high but elicited more and more moans from him, the pain as she held on to him pulling at his strands, tousling his black hair and using him for her pleasure as he wanted, he seemed to give her more and more.

He seemed to want to give her so much more from the start, unable to express his love in any other way than to love her so much that he would give her anything to show her how serious he was.

As she continued to surrender to him with each slight rise of her body as she was caught by the pillows and the mattress, the clutching in his hair, the muffled moans that escaped him, the tingling in her continued to increase, ,,Ma-Martin", she eventually burst out breathlessly, barely able to say anything right as she lost herself in his love and lust.

His breath came hotly towards her as he entangled her in one last kiss as his fingers slid in and out of her one last time, the taste of love and herself she could feel as she writhed against him, her moans mingling with his sighs as her climax was his pain and watching her melt beneath him.

Eyes closed, her chest rising and falling, she realised that the matzo was threatening to lighten as if he wanted to leave, ,,I'll…wait outside," she heard his soft voice, saw that he was licking his lips, reddening his cheeks at this obscene act as if he hadn't just seconds before pressed her completely naked against me and licked her centre.

She moved her fingers slightly, searching for his hand, ,,Please stay with me, Martin," she said, her voice slightly more composed as she pulled the blanket over him with some effort and stroked his cracked knuckles, which were little more than coloured spots.

It took the black-haired man a moment before he almost smiled a little and lay with her, the two of them looking at each other as she placed his hand on her hip, telling him that it was all right as he held her and she could finally close her eyes in peace as she felt his arms around her and kissed him peacefully as she fell asleep with a ,,Thank you…sleep well my heart" from him before her tired mind drifted off into a peaceful relaxed but above all pleasurable sleep.

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