Hello, I have a request for you; You mind if you can draw Ford Cruller as a Werewolf, please? (Either Old or Young, whatever works)
Anon, You are making me realize I actually don't know how to draw classic werewolves/lycantropes that aint just a wolf/dog furry
May or may not be a hassle for those midnight canoe dates
Extra helpful for smelling traces of bacon from a mile away or something
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and I have returneth :3
in regards of my last request, basically a part 2
how about reader sitting next to rose, talking about ethan? it could be after Shadows of Rose or before!
of course, you have all the time to do this <333
Why would you do this to me….
Post SoR!Ethan Winters x Reader
The journey to the graveyard was quiet for the most part. The low rumble of the bus and other people talking amongst themselves fills the empty space between yourself and Rose, who is currently clutching the book you used to read to her when she was just a newborn.
She looks so much like him it’s almost painful, but at the same time it’s reassuring. You still have a piece of him left and in a way it feels like he’s still watching over you.
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❦Strawberries & Cigarettes
(Andy Reed × Reader) (Harvest town)
description: you brought a basket of strawberries as a gift. too bad he finds your lips sweeter than any of that.
tw/: make-out session, alcohol & cigarettes usage, slightly suggestive.
His lips burn when they meet yours.
He goes in for another, then another. And another.
Each kiss a warm bliss on his lips, splitting nerves like hot magma wherever they trail.
Andy's arms vine around you, one hand holding the glowing ember of smoke between his fingers, the other tracing the lines of your neck, thumb pressed into your pulse. He can feel your butterfly heartbeat with his own. A groan escapes your lips as his reward.
You don't remember how this all happened. You had stepped into the bar a little earlier than usual, a basket of freshly picked strawberries in your hand, and a timely lit cigarette in his.
One moment, there was charming banter, followed by your strawberry on his tongue and his cigarette between your lips.
The next moment? Trapped above him. One leg wrapped snug around his waist, the other dangling from the countertop. The surface, once clean and ready for another busy shift, is now adorned with scattered cigarette ash and liquor-filled glasses.
Of course, your strawberries are tucked away safely in the corner. He wouldn't want to ruin your hard work after all.
You feel his chest press against yours, and you giggle. Placing a hand on his shirt, right above his pounding heart, you signal him to slow down.
But instead, he pulled away completely, much to your dismay. He didn't go far, though. You gently tug at his collar. He looks at you, breathless. A worry in his eyes that makes you want to kiss him again.
"Do you want me to stop?"
You shake your head, pulling him in just to get that taste of bourbon back on your lips, "the opposite, please." You didn't want him to stop. How could you when he's right there?
Andy still hesitates, thinking how you could ever get addicted to his chapped lips, how he must reek of ash and booze and–oh heavens—he needs to cut the habit if you're gonna keep doing this.
He quells the red hot end of his cigar onto the ash plate, letting the last remnats of smoke fill his senses before burying them with your scent. He cups your face, mushing your chin against his stubble till you swat him away with a laugh. Such a beautiful sound. He wants more. He needs more.
His lips trail down your jaw, from your neck to the little opening of your collar. Your hands brush away the stray hair from his face; strawberry-stained fingertips matching the strands of garnet curling around your fingers.
He lets out a groan, grasping your head gently to expose more skin. One kiss just beneath your ear, and he bites. You gasp, "Andy!"
Andy laughs as you push him away, staring at the fresh mark around your skin. "Sorry, love." He hums, "Got carried away." Lips chapped and eager, meet the love bite in apology, and your complaints die on your tongue.
Your arms wrap around him, and you press your nose in the crook of his neck. You just want to feel him. To prove to yourself this is real. His hands trail up your back and arms, leaving a fire of goosebumps in their wake.
Andy glances up at the wall clock. A whisper, "Twenty minutes."
You perk your head up, dazed and heated. "Huh?"
"Twenty minutes," he repeats with a gentle smile, a playful wink. "That's more than enough, right sweetheart?"
You didn't even need to ask for him to repeat himself. One look into his darkened eyes and you knew what you both wanted.
His hand trail under your chin, lifting it up. One squeeze and your lips part. He places a strawberry in the gap. You grit the fruit between your teeth. He rests his head on your shoulder, nose rubbing against your damp skin. He chuckles, breath ghosting over your ear.
"Wanna see how long we can last till then?"
Oh you're in trouble.
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Hey sweetheart!
I just wanted to let you know that I love your work and your writing! I do like Baring Teeth, but I was wondering if there are other fics you will write?
You don't have to tell me specifically, I just want to know because since stripper!eddie finished i've been empty 😭
Oh thank you so so much! ❤ I also feel empty since DIWK ended, you are not alone in that!
I do have some WIPs, most of them are one shots, and then I have two fic ideas!
One will be a love triangle, the other is just plain filthy.
I won't give much details cause I don't know when I'll release it! But I can give you the POSSIBLE name of one of those fics!
"Into the Spotlight"
toodaloo
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