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fastlikealambo · 2 years

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Bloodsinger: Vampire! Eddie Munson x Black Reader

Part 5 Smutty Sneak Peek

Summary: Out of every news source in the country, the one and only lead singer of Corroded Coffin and self proclaimed vampire Eddie Munson has decided to do a sit down interview with The Hawkins Post. Instead of your boss, you’re sent to a mansion on Halloween Night and you’re in no way prepared for what’s in store.

Trigger Warnings: violence, gore, blood k!nk , a tinsy bit of cardiophilia if you squint, 80s workplace sexism

Trigger warnings for this chapter: blood k!nk, a sprinkle of voyeurism, primal play,

Inspired by: The Vampire Chronicles, Dracula, Lost Boys, Vampire Diaries, Twilight, honestly every single vampire trope and cliche is in present and accounted for in this fic.

minors dni, I check.

just a little steamy moment but you’ll just have to wait for the next chapter for the hotter stuff!

“ I don’t think I can sleep Eddie, I’m too wired.” You said with a yawn, leaning back on the dining room table.

“I can make you some tea, maybe something stronger? You need to rest, baby.”

Maybe it’s the near death experience, the way he looks in those pants, or the fact you haven’t been able to stop thinking about the first time his teeth met your skin, whatever the reason may be, you stand to your feet.

“So why don’t you tire me out?” You asked, slipping your own underwear off this time.

“That I can do.” Eddie smirked and reached for the offered underwear, but you held it just out of reach.

“I think I wanna make you work for it. So if you want me, you’re gonna have to catch me.” You explained with a cheeky smile.

“You do realize this is my house and I’m a vampire right? I am literally the high ground, angel.”

“I guess I’ll have to play by myself then.” You said, moving to the opposite end of the table before slipping your own fingers into yourself. Eddie looks on, eyes dark, hands gripping the end of the table as you let out a small whimper of satisfaction when you find that sweet spot without his assistance.

“Come here baby, come to Eddie.” He whispers, rubbing at his cock over his pants in rhythm with your own inner pleasure but you shake your head.

“You’re the one who said you’d have me soaking wet all over your floors. Or was that a one time deal?” You slid your dripping fingers out of yourself, holding them to him. He’s in front of you before you can say another word, guiding your wet fingers into his mouth, gently sucking on them.

One of the pads of your finger catches on his fangs, pricking it. A tiny bead of your blood bubbles on his lips, and he growls when you pull your finger back.

“Let me taste you, princess.”

You take a few steps back, squeezing your finger and a little drop of blood falls to the floor with every step you take.

“You want me? Come and get me.”

Eddie laughed darkly, slipping off his jacket.

“Then be a good girl and run.”

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seriiialkiller · 5 months

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Some screenshots of Nancy’s house 💗

#tcm #Nancy tcm #it’s so pretty #my Christian gyal #she’s a freaky young gyal a bisexual!!#cottage core baby #is the guest room Johnnys old room #I have so much to say

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poguesprincess · 2 months

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pope with island gyal reader. like she came as part of a package deal w cleo. and she's a freaky lil thing. she is on pope day and night and what is he supposed to do but entertain her ;)

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as an island gyal, yes yes and yes

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you were a loose cannon, to put it nicely— loud, intense, sporadic— a good balance for your partner in crime, cleo. who was, though a bit tempestuous, far more rational than you were. when the two of you became a part of the pogue’s crew, it was easy for you to get along with them. one of them, however, you got along with a little too well.

you weren’t shy by any means, and you always knew what you wanted. the second you laid eyes on him, you knew that something was pope.

you’d flirt shamelessly with him— in front of everyone and alone— unphased by the displeased groans and gags towards your unadulterated attempts to seduce the boy. what made it worse, was how shy he got. it only egged you on more.

“hey, brownin’!” you’d call out to him, snickering to yourself as the group— him included— dropped their heads back with a sigh, tired from your antics. he stumbled over to you, avoiding eye contact.

“first of all, i told you i don’t entirely understand what that means, and i’m not sure it’s exactly acceptable to say—“ you rolled your eyes, americans, “and i thought we agreed you’d stop calling me it?” he mumbled once he reached to you, glancing nervously behind him as jj and john b fake made-out with each other behind his back.

“we never agreed to it, pretty boy,” you reminded him, smile like a cheshire cat as you looked him up and down. you cut him off before he could begin arguing with you. he was always chatting back.

“come hang ‘round with me for a bit. i’m not feeling the beach just yet.”

he thought about it for a second, turning back to the group with an apologetic smile before taking your hand and running back to the chateau with you. he couldn’t say no to you— not with your perfectly sun-kissed skin, effortlessly tossed curls, and wild eyes. he thought you were gorgeous, to put it simply, and he found that his senses faltered whenever you asked him of anything.

thats how the two of you ended up with your mouths hurriedly pressed against each other’s, kisses all but wet and sloppy and frankly, gross. you were pushed up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and hands cupped to his face as you giggle in between kisses.

“my— what happened to the shy boy i was just with outside?” you managed in between the attacks of his lips. the minute he got a taste of you, he was hungry. you could hardly find time to breathe— but you were sweet and tasted of sea salt and mango and he couldn’t find it in him to care.

“not my fault you’re a freak,” he rasped, moving to attach his mouth to your neck, sucking on that one spot he’d discovered not to long ago and has since not left alone. it made your eyes roll to the back of your head, and the facade you often put on shrink down. you hated putting your walls down, but you found it progressively got easier with him.

“—and for the record,” he started again, “i’m not shy, you’re just vulgar”.

“that’s up for debate,” you smiled as he raised his head to meet your eyes, giggling as he dove his head back to your soft, plump lips.

the afternoon had long passed by the time the two of you finally made it back to the beach (not without you sneaking in the boy a handjob. you were addicted to the way he called your name when he came), and you swore that he would pass out from the amount of teasing the two of you received when you got back. you— you could handle it. you entertained it, even, joining in on the jokes and poking him in his side as you did. he struggled to do the same, hiding his face in his hands and groaning as jj shook him playfully.

when nighttime came around, he was usually the one to initiate with you. the sun was hotter in the caribbean than in obx, so you were more used to prolonged days in the sun, its fatiguing effects having less of an impact on you than it did him. it wore him down, making him downright clingy.

he’d drag you to the sea, both of you laughing as you tripped and clamored as you ran in the sand, before easing you into the water, a possessive hand at the back of your neck as he clashed his lips to yours for the millionth time that day, hand sneaking to rub you through the thin material of your bikini.

“who’s the freak now?”

“shut up.”

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱#εïз pope prompt !#pope heyward prompt #pope heyward #pope x reader

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skinnyazn · 11 months

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Lick Your Wounds

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader (Jaguar) Chapters: 3/3 Notes: VERY EXPLICIT MINORS DO NOT ENTER 18+, shit gets freaky—Ghost is a very freaky gyal, very graphic knife battle scene with lots of blood, followed by some freaky seggs, TW blood and stabby stabby, Thank you to @solidly-indulgent for inspiring the fic with their request of Jag getting injured and Ghost being sad feral,

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Everything ached. From the surface of your skin and below to the bones and soft, tender organs. The tinnitus in your ears muffled out the other noises. There were no squawks from the jungle creatures. Just a high pitch ringing that drilled into your head as you stared up at the perfect blue sky amidst all the rubble. And there it was again, that odd flow of time. You knew you were awake, alive—breathing. But everything moved so slowly. Maybe if you just closed your eyes for a little bit…

A wave of nausea hit you and you rolled to your side and dry heaved. Sweat dripped from your face onto the crumbled concrete below. It dug into your palms. You groaned as your focus slowly sharpened. The sound of gunfire made its way past the ringing in your ears. That’s right—you were on a mission. You looked down at your dirty fatigues. Smelled the smoke and dust that surrounded you from the building. A subconscious part of you groped around the floor, searching for something second nature. What was it? A glint, a few feet away from you, buried under the rubble. That’s it. Your rifle.

“Chingada madre!” You felt a rough grip on your hair as a Buluc Chabtan soldier yanked you up. His fist met your face repeatedly and split open your lip and cheek, blood splattering to the floor. You groaned, willed your brain to focus. “Sabes que le hacemos a las putas como tú?” He threw you to the ground. Somewhere, in the distance, you heard an explosion.

The silhouette of the man blocked out the sun overhead. You watched as he pulled out his pistol. Aimed it at you. Felt the adrenaline pump through your body again, speeding up that flow of time. Your heart was pounding in your chest now as your hands sought something rough on their own.

“No puedes matar a una jaguar,” it came out raspy when you spoke. “Nosotras te matamos.”

The man chuckled—no, full on laughed at you. It was a grating sound.

“Crees que eres una jaguar cuando solo eres una puta—” but his words were cut off as you sunk your bowie knife into his achilles, slicing the tendon and bringing him screaming to the floor on all fours.

You mounted him, locked your legs around his waist and squeezed. He reached back to grab you but you stabbed into his jugular, ripping the knife out to cut the cord, then sunk it in his chest—into any part of him you could. The man writhed, slamming the both of you onto your back as he exacted his own death roll. It fucking hurt but you didn’t let up—wouldn't unlock your legs. You just held him in a tight embrace as his hot blood coated the both of you, sinking your knife in again and again. He clawed and scratched and gripped but you never relented until his body started to spasm. Finally, his arms fell limp at his side and your shirt was soaked crimson.

Releasing him, you gasped for air. Shoved his still-warm body off of you and scrabbled away. You wiped your hands and arms on your pants but that just smeared the red around. Waves of vertigo rushed over you as you struggled to find your breath. A shadow approached you on the ground and you whipped around.

The figure caught your wrists as you tried to sink your knife into them, holding onto you with a firm grip. You tried sweeping your leg behind theirs but they blocked.

“Jag, it’s me!” a deep Manchester voice. You knew it, you were sure. You thrashed anyway. “It’s me, Ghost!”

Ghost. Simon.

You met his eyes as he took account of you. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, luv. I’ve got you.”

His intense gaze raked over your injuries and the blood soaked shirt as you gave up your struggle. Somehow, you had no problem focusing on him and his skull mask. But his eyes behind the bone and blood… you’d never seen that expression before.

“It’s not mine.” You loosened your hold on your knife, letting it fall to the floor. Rested your hands on his chest as he released his grip. Felt the damp fabric underneath your fingertips. “Most of it, anyway,” you breathed.

Simon took of his gloves to hold your face, turned it to the side and looked at the blood dripping from your lip. His palms were so warm against you; his grip, frantic. Like he wasn’t sure if you were really alive before him.

He pulled you into him, constricting you with his embrace. “Thought I lost you.”

You groaned softly. It hurt but you wanted more of it. Pain. From him.

“Thought I’d fucking lost you.” There was a timbre in his voice. It almost sounded like anger.

“I’m here,” you mumbled into his chest; your hands moved to span the width of his neck. He sucked in a deep breath.

Pushing you away, he ripped off his mask. His dirty blonde hair caught the sun’s rays. It caught you off guard as your mouth went slack—it was the very definition of shock. You couldn’t breathe. Your skin went clammy and your heart felt like it was about to burst while you took in Simon Ghost Riley’s face for the very first time. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life, in spite of the smeared eye paint, sweat, and all his scars.

“Oh,” you breathed. It was all you could managed as you reached to touch his face, getting red on his cheek. His jaw flexed.

Then he crashed against your lips, tasting your blood. You still couldn’t find your breath but you opened for him—tongues vying with each other’s. He engulfed you, kissed your mouth and then your split-lip and along your jaw. Up to your cheek, licking the blooming bruise and metal of your open wound—the saltiness of your sweat. You couldn’t see straight but it wasn’t from the concussion this time.

“I need you, Simon.” It came out desperate and barely a whisper but he heard it all the same.

He pushed you backward a few steps toward a piece of wall that was still upright. Spun you around as his teeth found your ear. You gripped the concrete for stability. Wetness was already pooling between your thighs.

Simon reached around you, undoing your belt and sliding your pants just below your ass as your back rested flushed against him. Heard the metal of his own belt and zipper before feeling him already at your entrance. He pulled your hips back and you sank onto his hard cock, groaning as he stretched you wide. Your head hung heavy as you watched his hips pick up pace and snap against yours. Heard the slick sounds from your wetness over the ringing in your ears. When you rolled your head back, Simon gripped your neck, bringing you in for a kiss while he fucked you hard; your arched back formed a hollow against him. You tasted your blood on his tongue.

And you’re not sure when the tears came but he licked them away all the same. All you could feel as you closed your eyes was a numbness over your body and that sweet heat in your core—a heat that only your Ghost brought out. Simon grunted and panted in your ear as you tried to keep your moans down.

“J-Jag,” he huffed as you gripped the wall, knuckles bone-white under the blood—your name sounding like a prayer on his lips.

Simon was the only one who could ruin you like this. Bring you to this state of ecstasy. And so you made a guttural sound as fucked deeper into you, threatening to open you—take root in every part of you up and never leave. You slammed harder against him.

“Haaaa fuckkk,” he groaned against your face, slamming your hips once, twice before slowing them. You felt his cock throb inside you—felt his hot cum fill you as he fucked the fluid deeper inside. Simon’s thick arm wrapped around your waist, securing you against him, as he struggled to calm his breathing.

“Are you alright?” he muttered softly against you. You could barely hear him as the blood pumped through your ringing ears, but attempted a nod. He rubbed his nose against your cheek before drawing away. His hot cum dripped down your leg. Simon pulled up your pants and redid your belt as you stared at the bloody handprints left on the concrete. You turned around when he was done, leaning against the wall for support. Your legs shook.

“We've gotta go, luv,” he said as he fixed his own pants.

You stared at his face. Tried to commit every detail of it to memory. Simon stared back at you tenderly. He kissed the corner of your mouth gently before slipping on his mask.

“Soap, what’s your status? Jag’s alright,” he spoke into the comms. Nodded at Soap’s response. “We’ll bring a truck to you.”

“C’mere,” he turned toward you and knelt down. You ungracefully climbed onto his back, barely able to wrap your legs around his thick waist. He supported you with his left hand while his right grabbed his rifle.

“Getting blood on you,” you spoke as you placed your arms around his neck for support.

“Long as it’s not yours, we’re good.”

You hummed into his warm neck, head feeling unbearably heavy now.

“Stay with me, Jag. We’re nearly finished,” he murmured as he strode across the compound.

“I’m here, Ghost. I’m here."

#screams #idk this went really dark #and angsty #but hope y'all enjoyed #cod fic #mw2 fic #Simon ghost Riley x reader #Simon ghost Riley x female reader #Simon ghost Riley x you #ghost x jaguar #ghost fic #mw2 ghost #my fic #fanfiction #lemon #tw bl0od #tw blo0d

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘. + 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. when Armin first attended his English lecture, the last thing he expected to get from it was a girlfriend that just couldn't keep her hand away from him.

pairing. college student!armin arlert x college student!reader

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, established relationship, pwp, really fluffy, mutual pining, college au, soft!armin, black coded reader, shy flirting, femdom, movie talk, reader being a FREAKY GYAL, chair sex, needy reader, unprotected sex, whimpering, slight sub/dom, creampie, smitten couple, inspired by me writing this instead of finishing an essay, not beta'd cause i literally wrote this in a hour | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Armin absolutely adored everything about you being his girlfriend, from the curve of your smile to your signature scent of coconut oil that lingered against his pillows anywhere you would lie down.

At first, Armin thought he was a bit too interested in you because of the way his heart would flutter at the sight of you. Even after a full year of being together, you were constantly all he would think about.

He considers himself too lucky to have you sitting next to him during his first year lecture. With the professor running late, all the other students could do was make conversation or entertain themselves until time passed.

Armin, being the introvert he was, just kept his head down, already drained from getting into an argument with his ignorant roommates about their lack of taking care of cleaning the place.

The last thing Armin wanted to do was snap at some innocent stranger just trying to make conversation to pass the time. So Armin used his free time to wind down with his AirPods, drowning out most of the noise in the room. He hunched over the table, resting his chin in his palm with his laptop open playing a movie commentary YouTube video.

What he did not expect while stretching was to see you out of the side of his eye trying your absolute hardest to make it seem like you weren't focused on what was playing on his screen, your eyes flickering from your phone up to his computer when you thought he wasn't paying any attention to your interests.

Armin decided to help you out a bit, adjusting his brightness and even turning on the captions so you could tell what was being said without headphones, and much to his surprise, it had turned into an afternoon routine with you.

He waited to hit play once you sat down next to him every day, even spending time after class making a playlist dedicated to videos that he thought you’d enjoy. He even had the courage to let you use one of his AirPods, leaving the case open beside him, hinting that he very much wanted you to use it.

The routine would silently continue on for months, still not yet on speaking terms with each other until the start of the holiday break.

Just when the lecture was over, just about to walk out of the room, you pulled him aside and he swore his knees almost went weak at the sound of your voice.

"Hey, I know this is kinda random," you said with a small smile as you adjusted your bag strap and looked up at him, his face flushing red as your hand remained gripped around his forearm. "But do you maybe want to watch a movie at my place later?"

Armin had managed to contain himself enough to give a proper response, but still, you did most of the talking, not that you seemed to mind.

After getting his number, all you two did was text back and forth until you nervously invited him into your apartment. Armin tried to make himself look as comfortable as possible, but it was starting to get difficult to hear the movie playing on your flatscreen from the sound of his heart trying to escape from his chest.

He had let you have a choice of what to watch, surprised that your pick was some newer films he hadn’t heard of because one of your favorite actors was in the cast.

"How the hell do you not know who Kid Cudi is?" Your excuse of having two other roommates made you move the movie party to your bedroom.

Armin mentally noted how you rearranged your furniture and decorated your space with little trinkets that seemed to fit your personality so clearly, from the vines hung from your ceiling to the dark pink led strip lights that gleamed your posters to a neon bright color.

Your posters cluttered walls throughout your entire bedroom, setting a vibe. Armin was a boy laying down in a pretty girl’s room. He felt out of place even with you snuggled into his chest, your head resting on his chest, feeling how tense he truly was.

He knew that you could hear how fast his heart was beating and was happy that you never showed any acknowledgement of caring or pointing it out. Seven, as you shifted closer to him, your thigh hitched in a more comfortable position, bent against his leg Armin was praying, begging, that you would stop moving before you would feel his erection growing through his jeans.

When you went wiggling about, Armin genuinely found the start of the movie pretty interesting. He was the type of film nut that pretty much praised the art style that most films produced under A24’s production put out.

He slowly but surely was able to unwind the further the movie continued to play out. Nodding his head when you would grasp his shirt a bit tighter when an actor that you recognized came on screen trying to explain which other film you had seen them from, even chuckling alongside as you spoke in a shitty impression of the thick accents of the actors to each other, but then the premise of the movie finally set in…

Armin’s glance shifts constantly to the screen to you laying there nonchalantly playing with the bottom hem of his shirt, oblivious to his anxiety-ridden state. Watching the two actors rail against each other on screen was not something he had thought to consider when 20 minutes before the movie started, you were telling him about how the actors were so talented.

Then you have the nerve to ask if he’s okay and wants to change the movie. "No, it's fine, it's a good movie so far, just wasn't…expecting that." He reassures you not to ruin the mood.

“Then…do you maybe wanna try to do what they're doing?”

“...what?”

On the first date, Armin quickly found out that you were, in fact, very interested in him in the events that had unfolded during your first night together. Since blooming, a very interesting relationship dynamic that included him being himself and you being extremely turned on by every cute little thing that he did.

As if you and he were stuck together like glue, Armin loved spending time with you. Just being in your presence was enough for him.

Moments where you would come to his dorm and just lay silently on his bed in your own little world, scrolling through your phone while he sat at his desk finishing up the last of his essays, lazily typing away at his laptop, but then you would get bored changing the narrative, crawling into his lap with a content sigh.

Pulling his attention away from the screen, sometimes Armin thinks that you don't realize that you are the most attractive woman he has somehow gotten the pleasure of dating, because if you did, you wouldn't act so surprised every time you brush against him and only minutes later notice that he had an erection.

Just a simple brush against his skin and it was all over him, still not used to your touch and affection, being the touch starved nerd that he was. You were his first everything, from kiss to sex. It was like you had unlocked a whole new world for Armin to explore, all thanks to the fact that you couldn't last a week without jumping on his bone.

Times like now for example, how you would crawl into his lap faking innocent intentions. Combing your fingers through his hair, peppering light kisses down his jaw, even tracing your fingers over his collarbones, were all just a play to get attention all to yourself.

Armin didn’t really mind much about your neediness. Being single for the majority of his life until you came along, he had certainly had some years of sexual fantasies to catch up on and was a complete mess realizing that you too were just a horny mess waiting for him to give the nod before turning him into a whimpering, begging mess.

You knew what you wanted and made sure to get that out of him, which Armin was completely okay with. He very much loved the control you had over him, and he loved the way you would tease him all the time until he could barely take it.

The time you two would spend alone always ended up with him struggling to hold back his moans for his roommate's sake while you had your way with him under the blankets.

This time wasn't much different.

The blood from his brain was already draining down to his dick, throwing him into submission the instant your hand grabbed his chin to deepen the kiss that made his body jolt into a pathetic whimper vibrating against your lips.

"Shh!" you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest. "You don’t want them to hear, do you?" Armin knew that he would die from embarrassment if he had to acknowledge his roommates in the living room hearing him.

Practically begging your name but it was sometimes very difficult to be as quiet as when he was completely at your mercy, with your dangerously wandering hands freeing his erection from the zipper of his jeans and that alluring glint in your eyes as you hooked aside your panties, lining his mushroom tip with the lips of your cunt.

You weren’t one for patience. Armin had quickly gotten to know you never sugar coated anything, and was always clear about what you wanted and when, and right now you wanted him, right there in his desk chair.

Using one hand to stabilize yourself perched against the armrest of the chair, as the other held your palm against his lips, the force of you dropping against his lap made the metal of the chair squeak under the constant shift of weight.

Armin’s feet were planted flat on the ground to keep from rolling around the room, his head leaning back to watch you at work with squinted eyes, his hands holding the bone of your hips with such strength that he knew would leave bruises later on.

He could tell from the way that you looked at him that you had enjoyed how pathetic and needy he looked just because of the things that you were doing to him. How easily he could come undone just from being under your control, that smile that sent him into a frenzy knowing that you got off just by him trusting you enough to let his guard down so much.

Armin was practically in a mess when he had cum undone, his hips rutting up against yours to chase after that feeling of being buried deep inside of your pussy as he released everything he had inside of you. He whimpers your name as if it were a plea against his tongue, begging you for mercy.

Your orgasm would quickly follow his, loving the way his arms wrapped around your waist, hugging against his chest as he let you overstimulate him to the point of tears just to make sure you were truly satisfied.

"Maybe…we should get our own place," Armin mentioned soon after he had caught his breath.

"Yeah, but I kind of like the idea of your roommates catching us." And with that, Armin was ready for round two.

#[ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ ★ — t.wrks. ]#armin smut #armin x reader #attack on titan smut #armin arlert smut #aot smut #aot #attack on titan #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #aot x reader

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peachesfather · 7 months

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Omg can you do a Shuri fic where Shuri and reader are together and let’s say the reader accomplished something and is having a dinner and Shuri misses it because she’s busy in her lab and then just like angst with some smut or fluff

I love this sm

Warning: +18 Shuri being a disrespectful prick, grammar errors, angst, and fluff at the end of the fic (freaky gyal)

note: this a short one so please enjoy :D

summary: Y/n celebrating her time as the biggest journalist of the week, but while doing her speech, she didn't see her own girlfriend in the crowd clapping for her. The end gets so interesting.

You are in your bathroom, getting ready for the event of the night to spark a new future that could bring everything you always wanted. You step out to see your girlfriend getting a few things, and you give her an unamused face.

She stops midway to stare back but continues doing what she has to do to leave to go to the lab. I signed and stopped looking at her, and got my clothes on and makeup on. I spray my favorite fragrance on myself while then a little twirl.

The door shuts in the next room; this could mean Shuri left to go to the lab already. I got upset because it was too loud, but she couldn't even make it to my important event today. I wanted her to cheer for me and clap about how proud she is, but instead she just did her thing to make experiments for Wakanda.

I got out of the chair in my room and made my way to my car to drive to the event. When I got there, I saw everyone greeting me and other nonsense that they threw my way towards the time for my speech.

When time went by, i started to drink before my speech. I went up on the stage with a glass in my hand while talking gibberish and limping. i fell down, someone in the crowd had to call my girlfriend so she had to pick me up.

I was in bed while still being drunk, I saw shuri on the edge of the bed drinking something but my eyes were kind of blurrly. I went to her on the bed and said "why didn't you come to my celebration?" i looked at her and she gave no emotion at all.

"Y/n..you already know" she signed and continues drinking her beverage, she face palm herself.

"NO I DON'T, YOU'RE ARE MY GIRLFRIEND *hiccup* YOU SHOULD AT LEAST SHOW UP TO EVENTS LIKE THESE *hiccup* BUT NOO YOU ARE IN THE LAB like bro make up your mind if you want to be together or not.."

Her face started to soften while she saw tears run down my face to my nose, making boogers form. She hugs me and says, "I promise I won't ever do that again in my life. I shouldve have thought of you more than my work."

"Pinky promise?" I said with me holding her hands together

"yes, pinky promise love" She said while kissing my forehead and holding me tight.

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IK YUKI’S STRAP GAME IS CRAZYYYYYY I NEED IT BAD…. def likes doggy too she’s a freaky gyal…..

titanium strap that hangs low on the floor… mhm yeah

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Ethan Landry x Reader

He's not ghost face like always.

Everyone in this are in established relationships.

U live in the dorm across from ethan and Chad.

As Tara and I stare at ourselves on my tik tok camera, I can't help but laugh at how stupid we look.

We're both wearing our boyfriends hoodies, with makeup on to make it look as if we've got beards, our hair tied up and pulled over our foreheads and tinfoil over our teeth, from far away we could potentially look like boys but close up we look like idiots.

"I think we look beautiful." Tara states with a small nod.

"Not beautiful, handsome." I correct before we both laugh.

"Do you know your part?" She quizzes me and I gasp.

"Of course I know my part!" I exclaim, and she smiles before handing me the fake money.

As I sit in front of the camera, Tara, out of view, I press record with a timer, so I've got three seconds to prepare.

"Don't laugh." Tara coos before it begins.

"Take a look at these diamonds wrong, It's a life of squintin', can't just stare." I lip sync, throwing the fake money everywhere.

"With bae through thick and thin, She already thick, so I'm halfway there." I continue.

"Brown and bad couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there one hundred meters, huh? I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter." I finish before i quickly move out of view, so Tara can get in the camera.

"One hundred eaters. They won't fit in one SUV." Tara then begins.

"S-O-S, somebody rescue me." She continues spelling out SOS with her hands.

"I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got They can last me the next two weeks." She finishes before I quickly come back in the camera, both of us standing side by side.

"Alright, like send the address through please." We both exclaim, not really needing to say it outloud, but we're both on the brink of laughter, so we have to.

Once the video is finished and we've watched it like twenty times on repeat, hardly even watching it just laughing at how weird we look, Tara quickly perks up.

"We should tell ethan and Chad to come over." She gasps, and I nod because by over. She means out of their dorm and straight across the hallway into ours.

"Yes." I state and she quickly grabs her phone.

"I'll just tell Chad to come through with ethan." She tells me, and I nod before I pick up my phone and save the video to drafts, I'll post it later when I come up with a creative caption for it.

"We should stand in front of the door and give them like a fist bump when they walk in." I tell Tara as I quickly scramble to my feet and position myself in front of the door, Tara following close behind.

"You wanted us ove- oh what the fuck." Chad says with a large laugh as he walks in the door.

"My best friend, what's good!" Tara exclaims as she raises her fist up to fistbump him, and he just stares confused.

"Ethan, my bro, long time no see." I say with a small smile as I try not to laugh.

"Y/n? What're you doing." Ethan quizzes as he walks into my dorm, closing the door behind him.

"Isn't y/n your girlfriend? I'm zack. It's a little freaky if you're getting us mixed up, dude.." I gasp as I back up from him and he just smiles at me.

"Well, zack, it appears that you're wearing my hoodie." Ethan then states, and I shake my head.

"Nahhh, remember we got matching hoodies, man?" I argue and Chad lets out a laugh from behind us, him and Tara are clearly sitting on mindys bed so that ethan and I can sit on mine, so I quickly make my way to my bed and ethan follows.

"So who's that then?" Ethan asks as he raises his eyebrows between Tara and I.

"That's Travis." I tell him, and Tara instantly breaks character and laughs, which then sets all of us off, resulting in my tinfoil teeth flying out.

"Shit!" I gasp and ethan just laughs.

"Oh my god y/n what did you do to zack!?" Ethan screams as he grabs my shoulders and shakes me back and forth, which sets the four of us off again.

"Tara, your package came to my dorm earlier, do you want me to bring it through?" Chad asks her and she shakes her head.

"I'll come through now and get it." She tells him and they just nod before standing up and leaving.

"Oh my god, they planned that! Tara wanted you two to come through so that she could leave with Chad." I gasp as I stare at ethan, before I begin to take my hair down.

"Okay, wow, I didn't know i was such a bad thing to be stuck with." He tells me as he pretends to be offended, I know he's joking because he slaps a hand over his forehead and falls back dramatically back onto my bed, and I just slap his legs which almost fall ontop of me.

"You know you're my favourite person to be around." I tell him, and he happily sits up and kisses me, I jump in shock but kiss back.

Sometimes I forget me and ethan are together, not in a bad way, more because I still have a crush on him, so when he kisses me, I'm always shocked.

"I'm gonna go take all this off." I tell him motioning to the mess I've created on my face.

"You're keeping my hoodie on though, right?" He asks in a panic and I cup his cheek with my hand and nod.

"Of course." I tell him before I kiss his head and walk towards the bathroom, ethan following close behind like a lost puppy.

As I pour some makeup remover on a cotton pad and begin to move it around my face, the makeup coming off slower than usual, ethan wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head ontop of mine.

That's what I love about mine and ethans height difference. When I stand with my back to his chest, my head slips perfectly underneath his, like we're a jigsaw puzzle.

And that's exactly what we are, ethan was the missing piece to my jigsaw puzzle, and he fit perfectly in the space where my heart is.

"I thought you looked quite good as a boy." He says as he stares at me through the mirror and I smile.

"Not as good as you, though."I tell him with a small smile, which he returns as I continue to wash the makeup off of my face.

Once it's finally off, I look crazy, my skin is all red from how much I was rubbing at it with cotton pads, and I cover my cheeks with my hands, really embarrassed for some reason.

Ethan has seen me cry, eat, get angry, sleep, watch me wake up in the mornings, but yet I'm embarrassed at the fact my skin is slightly red.

"What are you doing?" Ethan quizzes as he doesn't budge from our position infront of the mirror.

"My skin is really red." I tell him, and he takes his hands off of my waist and raises them up to my face, where he slowly removes my own hands from my face.

"And? You don't look any different." He states before he twirls me around using my hands and cups my face with his hands before he leans down and kisses everywhere over my face, which leaves me a blushing mess, before he presses one last kiss to my lips.

"You always look beautiful." He states, and I smile, kiss him.

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