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giant submissive werewolf boyfriend lapping at my cunt and pathetically humping the mattress until he cums everywhere WHEN
#sorry im in a werewolf mood#werewolf nsft#mlm#trans nsft#nsft#ftm nsft#mlm nsft#werewolves#monster#lycan#lycanthrope#monster fucker#monsterfucking#monsterfucking nsft#we need to make werewolf boys real so i can get them pregnant#who said that
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i missed uuu, been waiting for this to be open again but hear me out, been thinking about this,
a werewolf girlie and her vampire lover⊠who really never thought of settling down before meeting her addicting pussy- i mean personality (lmao)⊠amidst their world breaking sex he proposes to her and it only drives them crazier and rougher⊠im sure u can make this idea an amazing story đđ sorry babes, ignore it if it doesnât make sense.
i hope lifeâs treating u well! bisous
" 'm gonna marry you- fuck- make you my pretty wife. mmm this pussy is all mine baby, gonna make it all fucking mine," You usually don't listen to the rambling nonsense your boyfriend spouts as he fucks you. Usually, it's just "You feel so tight" over and over again, but this time it's different.
"What did you say?" you ask, almost laughing, he doesn't look like he's joking though, his pale cheeks are flushed his eyes watering with over stimulation, he's already cum twice but he just can't stop fucking you, it's too good to stop.
"I said I'm going to marry you- mm fuck gonna make you my wife," he whines before lowering his mouth and biting your neck, you cry out in surprise as you feel the skin break, his rough tongue lapping at your blood. you growl and dig your claws into his hips, he knows what it does to you when he bites your neck, usually, he feeds from your wrists or your thighs, but clearly, he's in a mood tonight.
"I thought you said you just wanted something casual," you groan when you first started seeing each other he'd insisted on something no strings attached. you still weren't officially dating, but you'd become more than just fuck buddies.
"Changed my mind- best pussy I've felt in 200 years, I can't let you go. you're mine- my, what's the fucking word you mutts use? My mate?" he's only half teasing, he really does want to keep you as his, forever if you'll let him.
You growl and flip him around, pinning him down on the bed, his poor throbbing cock still deep inside you. you hold his wrists down and hold him there for a while, using all of his inhuman strength still isn't enough, to buck you off, or even to fuck himself up into you.
"I'm going to make you regret saying that, pretty boy," you say and this time it's your turn to sink your teeth into the side of his neck.
#monster imagine#monster#monster fucker#teratophillia#werewolf#werewolves#werewolf x reader#werewolf x vampire#vampire boyfriend#vampire smut
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Tokyo Debunker as Romance Tropes
Feel free to ask me to write a longer imagine/oneshot for any of these!
Pt. 7 | Obscuary
Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6
Rui - Forbidden Love
You see Rui around campus fairly often in your time at Darkwick, and you think heâs wonderfully handsome and always seems to be in a good mood. You finally get the chance to properly meet him in the cafeteria one day when you turn around and almost run into him. He panics a bit and steps away from you quickly, which you interpret as a bit of a rude overreaction since you didnât even actually touch him. He quickly apologizes and tells you he runs a bar on campus, inviting you to come let him make you a drink to make up for his reaction (hastily adding that the majority of the drinks he makes are in fact non-alcoholic). You take him up on his offer and find that heâs actually wonderful company, and he seems to quite like you too, though youâre not completely convinced heâs not just a flirt. Even so, you find yourself spending a good deal of time at his bar, talking to him late into the night, and after getting back to your dorm you usually message him on WickChat once heâs closed the bar down. You know youâve gotten close with him, he genuinely seems to appreciate and enjoy your company and doesnât seem to have many people heâs actually close with, but over time you feel like heâs starting to pull away. One night while thereâs no one else at the bar and youâve finally got his full attention again, you give in to your feelings and ask him out. You sincerely think youâre in love with him, and want nothing more than to hold him close while you talk rather than being on different sides of campus texting each other in the middle of the night. When you ask him out, his expression turns oddly sad, a look on his face you couldnât have imagined he could make. He corrects it and gives you a polite, lopsided smile, but his eyes belie how he really feels as he lets you down easy.
âLook, thereâs, thereâs something I need to tell you. I canât be with you, not in a way thatâs more than what we already are. You ever notice how I always avoid touching you? Im cursed; I donât want to hurt you. Iâm sorryâŠâ
Lyca & Ed - Vampire vs Werewolf
Lyca is a newly integrated student whoâs having some trouble adjusting to his new life. It doesnât help, though, that the other students treat him poorly or differently since heâs a werewolf. You see him for the person he is rather than his supernatural afflictions and treat him as such, working to help him fit in better with the human students. He ends up protective and a bit possessive of you and treats you like youâre the most important person in the world (of course besides Subaru, who was his first friend, and a man named Neros who youâve gathered basically raised him). Things are going well until one of his dormmates comes into the picture. Heâs complained about him before, and the first few times you visit their dorms Ed stays closed in his room. After your classes, you head over to Obscuary to find Lyca; he hasnât been answering his WickChat today. When you get there, Edâs door is open. You canât help but cast a curious glance inside as you walk past to Lycaâs room. After all, youâve never seen a real vampire. Heâs gorgeous, with porcelain skin and well-kempt hair framing sparkling red-violet eyes. A small gasp leaves your lips and his sharp eyes flick up from his computer to meet yours. He grins, his expression a mixture of devilish and curious, and he rises elegantly and gets to his door surprisingly quick. You think to yourself that itâs good for Romeoâs ego that Ed acts like a hermit, because he has an enrapturing beauty about him that could definitely rival Romeo. Ed gets almost uncomfortably close, and you have a suspicion that heâs⊠smelling you? When Lyca hears Ed talking to someone, he quickly comes out of his room, placing himself between the two of you. His big silvery ears showing and flattened back angrily, he spits threats at Ed to stay away from you, but Ed just chuckles, winking at you before backing into his room. It doesnât take long for you to realize this is your life now, Ed making sly, often suggestive comments and subtle advances and Lyca losing it with him over it.
âDonât you look like a vision today? Any special reason?â
âI swear you moth-eaten Casanova, touch her again and Iâll rip your hand off myself!â
#tokyo debunker#tdb#tokyo debunker x reader#obscuary#rui mizuki#edward hart#lyca colt#I couldnât not put Edâs and Lycaâs together I had to do it to âem#I made the header picture for this one myself too bc there wasnât one đ€Ș
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Yoko and Bianca find Enid giddily texting in the library
Bianca: Someoneâs in a chipper mood.
Yoko: Who the hell are you texting?
Enid smiling: Wednesday! Sheâs in the room sick right now and Iâm texting her!
Yoko: Wait sheâs using her phone?
Bianca: And sheâs texting?
Enid: I know right?! I knew sheâd come around to using it! And Iâve never been so happy!
Bianca: Wait sheâs sick? I saw her running to the woods like twenty minutes ago.
Enid: What? That canât be Iâve been texting her the whole- wait a minute.
The girls head over to the room and barge in
Enid: Wednesday?!
The werewolf finds Thing using Wednesdayâs phone on her desk.
Enid: THING?!
Thing signing: Im sorry, Enid. Wednesday told me to because she was going to continue her investigation.
Enid angrily stomps out of the room.
Enid: WEDNESDAY FRIDAY ADDAMS!!!
Bianca: I knew it was too good to be true.
#wednesday#wenclair#wednesday addams#enid sinclair#incorrect wednesday#incorrect wenclair#wednesday x enid#emma myers#incorrect quotes#incorrect wednesday quotes#incorrect wednesday addams#netflix wednesday#the addams family
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Youâre So Pretty III (Remus x Reader)
A/n: Remus wants more than anything to kiss you, but he just cant. He doesnât want to hurt you, but avoiding you is even worse. (Also, note that reader in this is shorter than Remus since heâs like 6â2 canonically. Im really sorry if youâre taller than him)
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Sirius had snatched her up from the couch and spun her around in so many circles she felt dizzy. The skirt to her dress swung back and forth. Music from the old, muggle record player rang out in the common room. Y/N couldnât stop laughing. She moved so gleefully, barefooted on the carpet to keep her from falling over some clunky shoes.
James was dancing with Lily, and Y/N felt her chest inflate with a bit of pride. For James getting the girl heâs always been dreaming of, and for Lily finally facing her biggest fear of loving that mischievous boy.
She felt light as air. The spiked hot chocolate running through her veins, the smell of peppermint and pine needles in the air, and the flickering light from the fireplace behind her. She couldnât remember the last time she laughed so hard, nor could she remember a time she felt this alive.
Remus sat on the couch, not a drop of liquor running through him. He preferred to stay sober anyway, just to make sure everyone made it out unharmed. He couldnât help but stare at her though, Y/N L/N, with the most beautiful smile heâd ever laid eyes on. She was dancing with Sirius, as her friend twirled her around and dipped her backwards a bit, causing a squeal to leave her lips.
The two of them looked so incredibly happy to be with each other. Remus felt like he was intruding on their privacy just sitting there taking a peek. The way she smiled so brightly at Sirius, her cheeks flushed and her corners of her eyes crinkled from smiling so much. He could hear her laughter and the way she yelped and clung to him when he dipped her a bit too far back.
Remus was convinced that those two belonged together. They had such a strong friendship. It ruined his mood whenever he saw them so close with each other, not having come to terms with his eventual heartbreak no matter how hard he tried.
When Sirius let go so he could go pour himself another drink, Peter was quick to jump in his place, taking Y/N by the hands and dancing back and forth to the upbeat song. Peter was always quite shy around girls, but Y/N made him feel comfortable. She was just so soft and sweet, kind to a fault. Remus Lupin understood why everyone was so endeared by the girl.
Y/N didnât mind his furry little problem. Despite all his fears and his doubts, she promised him time and time again that she didnât mind that he was a werewolf. She would sit in the infirmary for hours just holding his hand and telling him jokes, trying to cheer him up the best she could given the circumstances.
Every time he looked at her, he felt a pang in his chest. Something so strong he thought he might be having a heart attack at times. She would gaze at him with that dreamy look in her eyes, and he would positively melt under her glance, under her smile. She was the prettiest thing heâd ever seen.
She was too good for him. Y/N was pure and innocent, never one to get in trouble or hurt anyone else. He was a monster, that much was clear enough. He could harm her if she ever found a way to interfere with his transformation. She might be okay with things now, but if they got any closer, there was a good chance he might chase her away. Still, it was tempting to stand up and wrap his arms around her to dance just like his friends did.
Yet, he wasnât them. He wasnât a harmless flirt like Sirius Black, nor was he a quidditch star and hopeless romantic like James Potter, he wasnât even friendly like Peter Pettigrew. He was just himself, the guy who turned into a beast every full moon and injured himself horribly every time. He was the guy who had scars all over his body, certainly too ugly in comparison with her smooth, soft skin.
So he buried his nose further into the novel he was reading and tried not to think about her. He tried to tune out her contagious laughter, and the beat of the songs. Godric, he tried.
She clutched at Peterâs hands and swung her hips to the music. Even through her slightly tipsy haze, she could feel tension running off Remus into the common room. His hesitation was palpable. Quietly, she excused herself from her dance with the short blond boy, saying she was just gonna get another shot before returning.
She made her way to the coffee table in front of Remusâ seat on the couch. She poured a bit of hot cocoa into her mug and just enough fire whisky for a kick.
âRemus,â she hummed, taking a seat beside him. He shivered at the touch of her thigh flush against his. She was so warm. Her fingers tapped at the edge of his novel, urging for him to shut it.
âY/N,â he replied, watching as she took a sip of her drink and sighed, feeling that familiar burn in her throat. âTaking a break for a minute?â
âI suppose, but I came over to see you. You donât seem like youâre having a good time,â the girl told him softly, âDonât you want to dance with us? Or at least with me?â
His heart skipped a beat at her question. Yes, he would very much want to dance with the girl of his dreams, but he just couldnât bring himself to do so. He was just so afraid of messing up.
âIâm just people watching.â
âOh, come on now. I promise I wonât laugh if you step on my feet,â she giggled, poking him gently in the side. âIâd love to get at least one dance in with each one of you. Iâve already danced with Sirius, Peter, and Jamie. Youâre the final piece of the puzzle.â
âSweetheart, try as you might, Iâm not getting up to dance around, even if it is with you.â She felt her heart skip a beat at the nickname. Sure, everyone had names for her, but coming from the dirty blond felt so much more enchanting. She loved when he called her sweetheart, darling, or love. Maybe he used the same terms with other girls, she didnât know, but she still felt special regardless.
She grabbed the book from out of his hands and stuck the bookmark in between the pages to save his spot. Quickly she took another sip from her mug before extending a hand to him. âPlease. For me, Remus,â she asked.
His heart couldnât say no, even if his brain was begging him to. He took her hand in his, which normally he wouldnât think so much about, only now he felt like his skin was burning up.
He just liked her so much. He was completely, madly in love with her.
Marlene stood by the record player, looking through Lilyâs collection of vinyls, finally deciding on one. Her eyes found their way up to Y/N, where she winked with a little smirk on her lips. The expression confused her for a moment until the record started playing a much slower song than the previous one.
That snake. The betrayal she felt from her friend was too real.
She turned to peer up at Remus, giving him an awkward grin. âWe can wait until the next song if you like. This one is more up James and Lilyâs alley,â she said nervously, trying not to make it weirder than it already was. Her hand had slipped from his to fiddle with her other hand, picking at her chipping nail polish.
He knew she was right. Maybe they should wait until the next peppy song. Only, he really didnât want to. He wanted to pull her close to his chest, hold her hands, and twirl her around. Remus shook his head, taking her hand back in his.
Her heart was racing. He wanted to dance with her. Even if it was awfully romantic, he still wanted to. For a moment, she felt hope building up in her chest that this crush she had on him wasnât unrequited after all. She still smothered down the thought however, considering it more of a fever dream than the truth.
She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, while his gentle hands sat on her waist. Everything around her was so overwhelming, the touch against her waist, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, the feeling of Marlene and Dorcas staring from their place at the record player. Her eyes couldnât meet his, instead peering down at her feet.
He took that opportunity to gaze at her; how bashful she was, the way her cheeks were flushed and her nervous smile, her gaze focused down on the floor no doubt because she was embarrassed.
How could she be so comfortable around Sirius for dozens of songs, yet so nervous when it came to a single dance with him? Did she not want to dance with him? Was he too close? He didnât know what was going through her mind, but naturally his brain went to the worst case scenarios before the positive ones.
âDid you have a fun time tonight?â He asked quietly.
âYeah. Itâs been great. Wish youâd joined the festivities a little earlier though,â she commented, âI know youâre not shy.â
âI just liked seeing everyone happy together. Thatâs more than enough.â
She nodded, agreeing with him. He was also so observant, watching everyone while they fooled around. He never instigated pranks, but you could bet he was there watching from the side. He was always there trying to make things better for everyone. There were so many things to appreciate about him, like how he offered her chocolate when she was hurt, or when he would sit in the Astronomy tower with her when she was crying.
âI want to see you happy, too,â she told him. âYouâre always looking out for everyone else, but what about you?â
âJust being with you is enough,â he confessed, but quickly corrected himself, feeling a bit too awkward with that answer, âWith all of you guys, of course.â
If only heâd have kept the first statement, she thought. Of course she wasnât special like that. She didnât brighten his day, not like the others did. She was the least beautiful of all the girls, not the smartest either. Remus liked smart girls. Ones that would sit and read with him, study together, talk about random things for hours. She wasnât that smart, not like the Ravenclaw girls.
Lily was still dancing with James as she peered behind Remus, and Sirius was trying to get Marlene to slow dance despite her opposition to the idea. Peter sat at the table drinking another cup of hot cocoa, but his eyes would trail up every now and then to his group of friends, noticing things about everyone. No doubt the boy noticed the way Remus was staring down at her with puppy love in his eyes, or the way she was now stumbling a bit on her feet as the nerves got to her.
It was wonderful, she thought, as his hands held onto her waist a little tighter, as if she was going to blow away in the wind. Everything was so perfect. The twinkling of the lights around the room, the wreaths with mistletoe hanging from them, the big Christmas tree towards the center of the room lit up with enchanted candles. The windows were frosted over from the snow that day, and she could see the individual snowflakes sparkling when the light hit them just right. It was beautiful.
Y/N was beautiful.
He wanted to kiss her. He never wanted to kiss anyone more than he did right then as the girl pressed her body closer to his so they were rocking back and forth. His heart beat against her ear that rested on his chest, and he prayed it wasnât racing.
He reached down, tilting her chin up with one hand, the other still wrapped tightly around her. Finally, she had to gaze up at him instead of wandering the room.
It felt like he was going to kiss her. She couldnât think of anything else. By Godric, she wanted to be kissed by him. It would complete what she already thought was a perfect night. To finally get a kiss from the boy sheâd come to fancy far more than she should.
âRem, what is it?â She whispered. He felt himself leaning closer, but paused before he could go any further.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything really. Yet, no words came out. He just stared at her e/c eyes for a moment before a wave of guilt washed over him.
He shouldnât be doing this. He shouldnât be holding her so close. He shouldnât be falling in love with her. He didnât deserve to. A monster, thatâs all he was. A disgusting and dangerous beast. Even if she disagreed, it wasnât fair to her. He hated that his friends helped him with his problem, and he hated even more the thought of Y/N getting swept up into it as well.
He dropped both his hands from her body and took a step back, his eyes now glued to the floor. âI donât know what came over me, Y/N. I should go.â
As if she could keep him from leaving, the girl grabbed his hand. It broke her heart when he tore his hand from her grip, walking over to the table and grabbing his book for the night.
âRemus, Iâm sorry. Whatever I did wrong, Iâll fix it. You donât have to leave,â she tried to reason with him, practically begging for him not to go. She felt like sheâd fucked everything up somehow, made him uncomfortable. She knew it was a wrong idea to dance to this song with him. To try and make something that was just friendly into something romantic.
He just sighed, shaking his head. âYou didnât do anything.â
She watched as he walked up the stairs to the dorm rooms, listening to the door shut and the handle click into place. Her shoulders slumped and she caught the eyes of Marlene and Dorcas by the record player, seeing their sympathetic expressions.
It was okay if Remus didnât like her back. She wouldnât have a problem with that. It just hurt to know he didnât want to do something as simple as dance with her. It hurt to know that he grimaced when he looked down at her. That the sight of her made him want to run away.
She suddenly felt sick. With a thud, she plopped down on the couch beside Sirius and Peter, picking up her mug to take a long sip. âMind pouring me another, Siri?â Y/N asked, holding out her cup to him.
âY/N, Moony really didnât mean anything by it. Heâs just confused,â Sirius tried to reassure her, but she only shook her glass, waiting for her drink. At least she could get so drunk she forgot about everything that happened. The raven haired boy poured her another shot.
âItâs okay. I donât even know why Iâm disappointed. Weâre only friends.â
Peter looked at Sirius knowingly. Everyone knew except for her and perhaps Remus, but he was good at picking up on things. She didnât want to be friends, but she couldnât just ask him out. It was too intimidating.
âListen, youâre a great girl. Any guy would be lucky to have you, you know that, right?â Sirius asked her, and Peter was quick to nod in agreement.
âI donât like Remus.â That was a blatant lie.
âWell, if you did, donât give up on him. Heâs rough around the edges, but he really is a good guy.â
She knew he was a good guy. Thatâs why she fell for him in the first place. He was so kind and charming. Remus was so smart too, leaving her swoon whenever he tutored her in something she struggled with.
She tried to hide her expression, looking off to the floor away from the boys. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, and she bit her lip to hide her quickened breaths. It was always hard accepting the fact that Remus didnât like her, not in the way she liked him.
âOh no, angel, please donât cry,â Sirius pleaded, noticing the way her eyes had begun glistening with fresh tears. He raised his hand, one lifting her head softly while the other ran a thumb across her cheeks, brushing away the droplets that fell. âI promise, itâs going to be okay.â
âThen why does he do that?â She asked, quite pathetically. She appreciated Sirius for talking to her about this, and chose to keep her secret safe and sound. âHe leads me on and then runs away. Does he not realize what heâs doing?â She wiped the tears from her eyes but they were quick to gather again. Remus had to make everything so difficult sometimes.
She was so confused in how she felt. On one hand, she absolutely, without a doubt, loved Remus Lupin with all her heart. On the other hand, she felt like giving up. Time and time again he made her feel special, made her feel loved and cared for, only for him to correct himself. He would leave her standing there, crestfallen and thinking she had done something wrong.
A sob escaped her lips, and she was quick to latch onto Sirius. Her hands clutched at the back of his shirt while she pressed her face into his collar. She just cried while he brushed down her hair and rubbed her back comfortingly. She could count on the Black to be there whenever something happened between her and his best mate.
âY/N, youâre a catch if Iâve ever seen one. Donât let olâ Moony bring you down,â Peter tried to soothe her, reaching up to place a hand on her knee.
âHe doesnât deserve you, angel,â Sirius muttered against her head.
Despite his soothing, she kept crying until sheâd run out of tears for the night. She bid Sirius a goodnight before heading into her dorm. She curled tightly into a ball once in the comfort of her own bed. In her hands was Remusâ sweater, which she hugged to her chest. She was such a dumbass for getting attached to an emotionally unavailable boy.
The worst part is, no matter what he did, she still loved him.
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âYou absolute prat! Youâve got to stop fucking with her feelings,â Sirius scolded after entering their dorm room and shutting the door so anyone left lingering in the halls or the common room couldnât eavesdrop. He glared at his friend who laid in his bed with a pillow covering his head.
âLeave me alone, Pads,â the boy groaned, refusing to move the pillow from his head, instead hugging it tighter to his face. A part of him wished he could smother himself and make all of this end.
Sirius rolled his eyes, walking over to his own bed and sitting back against the headboard while his feet stretched toward the end of the bed. He crossed his arms over his chest. âYou didnât have to make her cry.â
âShe cried?â
âYeah, not that you stuck around to see it. She thinks you hate her. That youâre disgusted by her,â Sirius told him with a scowl. He was awfully protective of the girl, finding her shyness adorable and her excitement for the little things in life to be admirable. It sucked seeing her chasing after someone and having her heart broken time and time again.
Heâd never tell Remus that Y/N had a crush on him. That wasnât his place. However, he wouldnât let Remus get away with treating her like shit while they were âjust friendsâ.
Remus sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, finally tearing the pillow off his face and letting it drop to the floor. âI donât know what to do.â
âMaybe bloody kiss her when youâre clearly thinking about it. Ever thought of that?â
âAnd if she doesnât like me? Then what?â
Remus was still convinced Y/N had a thing for Sirius. She was always smiling when she was with him. She let him flirt with her all he wanted and he noticed the way her face flushed when he was particularly bold. He noticed them hanging out when no one else was around. He noticed all of it, and it hung over him like a storm cloud. Genuinely, it made him feel so isolated. His best mate and the only girl heâd ever really cared for like this, together doing Godric knows what.
âThen you go back to being friends. Does she seem like the judgemental type?â
âNo, but it would be awkward.â
âOnly if you make it awkward.â
Remus sighed deeply, rolling over on his side to face his friend, his head propped up in his palm. âIt doesnât matter anyway. I canât be with her.â
Sirius already knew all about what Remus was talking about. He had droned on about it before, how he was so afraid of him being a werewolf and being in a relationship with anyone, much less Y/N. âDonât start with the self-deprecating shit, mate. You know she doesnât care if youâre a werewolf or not.â It was a pretty lousy excuse if you asked him. âShe loves you, Moony.â
âShe does not love me,â Remus argued back, confident in his reply, more confident than he was in most anything in the world. She loves you, he wanted to say. The thought was headache inducing, making him sick to the stomach.
And that was the end of it. No matter what Sirius said, it all went right through Remus. He was determined to keep this girl at armsâ length, even if it tore him up inside to do so. She was just so lovely. She plagued his every waking thought when she was in the room, or even when someone simply mentioned her. Yet, she didnât care for him that way. They just happened to be friends.
Not to mention the boy was far from blind when it came to love, like the ones he read about in his novels. The looks and touches heâd seen between Y/N and his friend were remarkably full of love and care, something she didnât have with him. If only Sirius could see that, maybe then he could be the one to make her happy. Instead, he was here lecturing him on how to make Y/N happy. Perhaps if he wasnât such a flirt, none of this would even be a problem.
He just groaned into his pillow and shut himself out from the world around him, no longer responding to what Sirius had to say to him. He was done. He was done with all this nonsense. All this romance bullshit, no matter how much it made his heart race or the gears turn in his mind. He was done.
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Only, that was harder said than done when seeing her in person after that night.
She continued to be lovely, friendly, normal - only now he could sense the waves of sadness and discomfort that poured off her person when the group hung out together.
Her heart ached since Remus ran away from her. He had done similar before, but she always forgave him. He was complicated. He was secretive with his emotions. That was one of many things sheâd come to respect about him after knowing him for so many years.
She cried that night, and when the other girls came to bed, they comforted her. She didnât have to tell them what happened. They already knew. It seemed like everyone around her knew about her crush on him.
But life goes on, and she woke up the next morning to the rest of the girls getting ready for class. She pinched her cheeks to bring some life into them, and watched as her smile turned up in the mirror, making sure it was as genuine as it usually was. She was a strong girl, and one incredibly handsome and charming boy was not going to bring her crumbling down. Sheâd done enough crying.
Sitting next to Remus at the table was far from comfortable, but she was able to do it. She just leaned a little bit further into Siriusâ side than she normally would, something that made Remus feel more defeated than anything. He had given up on pursuing her, almost entirely, only the remnants of his heart still yearning for her. As he watched the way she cuddled up on him, it wasnât hard to see she found comfort in the raven haired boy.
He could only sigh to himself, dipping his spoon into his porridge for another depressing bite.
She also talked a bit more with James than she ever would in one sitting, with the two of them having so little in common. She took the time to compliment all the girls on their hair and makeup that morning. She talked to Lily about their Potions class that afternoon, and the book she had propped up in front of her. Anything to keep herself from having to discuss with Remus what happened that night before. Anything to avoid talking to him in general, actually.
Breakfast went by slowly, as did their Transfiguration class where Y/N sat in her normal seat beside her friend, who she desperately wanted to be more-than-a-friend. She tried to think of a way she could find herself escaping this terribly unfortunate situation involving unrequited love. She could confess to the boy on the off chance he actually did reciprocate, but that seemed highly unlikely.
She could try and find someone else to fancy for the rest of their seventh year, but she doubted that would happen. He was just so perfect, no one else would compare. No one looked like him, nor did they sound like him or smell the same. There was no one as intelligent as him besides sweet Lily, and she certainly wasnât going to fancy the red headed girl.
The only option seemed to be just living with her crush until it naturally went away. As miserable as that suggestion seemed, it was the most sound of all her ideas.
She found herself so distracted that she didnât even notice when McGonagall called on her, âMiss L/N, please do answer the question.â
The seconds passed like minutes and she found her mouth growing dry from embarrassment. How could she be so careless? She almost never zoned out during class, much less found herself being challenged by a professor. She wasnât lovestruck like James, was she?
Just as she was about to admit defeat, Remus tapped the edge of his notebook. Written down was the word, âavifors spellâ which she quickly found herself repeating aloud.
âThank you. Please pay attention, everyone.â
An exhale of relief left her lips, and she peered over at Remus with grateful eyes. She mouthed a âthank youâ and he just nodded with a small smile.
She tried to ignore how he made her feel the rest of their day together. When they studied in the library because it was a Thursday and they werenât going to break their schedule, she tried smothering the butterflies that fluttered. She felt his soft gaze trained on her as she stared down at her homework. She tried her hardest to swallow her gasp when he leaned over her shoulder, his face dangerously close to hers, pointing out her mistakes on the worksheet. She desperately wished she could ignore the smell of parchment and chocolate wafting off his body as he spoke to her.
âY/N? Are you alright?â he asked, breaking her from her daze. She nodded, quickly marking the paper where he had questioned one of her answers. âWe can stop for the day, if you want-â
âYouâre probably right. I feel like my brain is totally fried from all this studying,â she replied quickly, shutting her textbook and setting her quill on the table beside her worksheets. She was dying to finish up this study session so she could crawl back into her bed and pretend that she didnât spend the first half of the day with her massive crush who definitely didnât like her back.
He furrowed a brow, having thought the dayâs session had gone by quite fast. He didnât like it. Usually she sat with him for a good hour or two just discussing the day, talking about books and gossip and whatever else she had on her mind. Instead, it seemed she was running away from him. He should have expected that though, knowing what he had done the night before.
Regardless, he packed up his belongings right alongside her, making sure the last of his inkwells was thoughtfully tucked away before motioning for her to follow him out into the hallways. With a ducked head, she followed him, not wanting to seem weird going her own way when they normally would walk back to the common room together. She tried to ignore the shivers that went down her spine when their fingers skimmed against each other walking side by side.
If she were brave, or maybe stupid, she would have reached out to hold his hand. She itched to touch him. To feel him pressed against her again like the night before when they danced together. God, she just wanted to hold his hand. It wasnât crude or vulgar at all, but she felt so inappropriate - so wrong for wanting him when he clearly wasnât interested in her.
Perhaps he could sense her trepidation, or maybe she was just very obvious in how uncomfortable she felt, but he cautiously approached the topic, âDarling?â he asked quietly, with all the sincerity and care he normally displayed.
She couldnât deny the skip of her heart at the sweet nickname, one of many that he used for her. Whether she was his dove, love, or darling, it made her heart jump. âYes, Remus?â she replied, stopping and turning to look back at him, craning her neck up to meet his eyes, his gorgeous eyes that caught the sunlight coming in from the windows, honey brown and golden.
âI can tell something is wrong,â he started, rubbing the back of his neck and fluffing up his hair nervously.
âReally, itâs okay-â
âNo, itâs really not,â he said firmly, Siriusâ lecture from the night before running through his mind. He thought of her crying when he ran off to his dormitory, feeling like shit after being abandoned like that. He thought of her that morning at breakfast doing her best to ignore him, biting her lip to keep the frown from reaching her lips. He continued, âIâm so stupid. It wasnât my intention to make you feel unwanted.â
Unexpectedly, Remus reached out, taking one of her delicate hands in his own, running a thumb along her knuckles. She stood there as calmly as she could, but her heart was beating a mile a minute and she prayed to Godric that he couldnât tell from her expression. He was too busy worrying about his own racing heart and sudden dry mouth to notice anyway. âI was scared.â
She asked, so quiet it was a wonder he even heard her, âScared of what?â
He took a deep breath before explaining himself, drawing her towards the corner of the corridor, away from prying eyes. She felt herself grow even more flushed, knowing they were tucked in this secluded little corner while he held her hand so carefully in his own. She had that familiar feeling creep up and sink its fangs into her, daring her to act on thoughts she shouldnât be having. Thoughts that entailed reaching up on her tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his lips, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. Thoughts of grabbing his cheeks in her hands and pulling him down to meet her halfway.
The heavy grandfather clock at the end of the hall ticked as time slowly passed, and she waited with baited breath for him to reply.
âScared of how much you mean to me. Youâre my best friend, Y/N. I know youâre a smart girl, and youâre incredibly brave, but you know I have my problemsâŠâ he tried to say.
âRemus! Shush. You know that means nothing to me. Youâll always be my best friend no matter what.â
âWhich is exactly why youâre blind to the reality that I am dangerous, and I donât want you getting into harmâs way,â he argued back as she stared at him, her eyes glazed over with something he didnât quite recognize. âIâm worried about you. I care about you so fucking much, Y/N.â
âBut-â
âBut, the more time you spend with me, the closer you get to seeing the worst parts of me. Thatâs what Iâm scared of.â He paused, his chest lifting heavily and falling back down. âI need you to understand that. I-I need you, and I canât keep you if I scare you away.â His words shook, and she felt his hands begin to shake as they held onto her own. She clutched him a bit tighter, trying to calm him down.
She swore her heart nearly stopped beating in her chest at his words, those desperate words that fell from his lips. It was almost like he was telling her he loved her. Almost.
But they were only best friends. Heâd made that clear.
âI care about you, too, Remus. Iâll do whatever is best for you. Thatâs what I want.â
âWhatâs best for me is that youâre happy and safe.â
She flushed at his words, finding herself growing hot in the face and lowering her head to hide her flustered expression. He had such a way with words, one that made her positively swoon. How did he not notice? He was awfully charming and romantic for someone who seemingly refused to even try and date.
The words hung off his lips, waiting to fall out in the open after all this time. I love you, he wanted to say. I love you so fucking much it hurts, he wanted to cry. Yet, he couldnât do it.
He peered over her shoulder at the walkway, catching sight of James and Sirius walking down the corridor towards them. He motioned in their direction, and quickly he dropped her hand, taking a modest step away from her. With confusion and hurt in her eyes, she looked back to him as the blood drained from her cheeks. Was he embarrassed to be close to her around his guy friends? Was holding her hand that serious of a crime that it warranted such abruptness?
Much to her displeasure, she was caught off guard when Remus seemingly bumped her in Siriusâ direction, actually causing her to stumble into the dark-haired boy and latch onto his arms to steady herself.
She turned back to peer at him, questioning what he was doing, only to find his eyes glued elsewhere. He stared at the broom that James held in his hands, the one he was excitedly talking about. His eyes were clearly just there so he could avoid her gaze, one that flashed with heartache. That boy sure had a way with breaking hearts, she thought, feeling herself beginning to fall limp against her other friend.
âWhy hello, angel,â Sirius laughed, helping her regain her footing. The laughter from his mouth, however, was awkward, and his eyes flashed nervously between Remus and Y/N as they had come to do so often recently. He sensed the tension, and he noticed the sadness that plagued Y/N like a rain cloud perpetually above her head. âNot interrupting, are we?â he asked cautiously.
âNo, we were just talking.â But he knew that was a lie. James seemed to be the only one oblivious to the situation at hand. She frowned, her eyes leaving Remus and lifting to find those of her concerned friend. âHey, Sirius, James.â
âHey, guys. We were just heading to the dining hall for lunch. You coming with?â
âSure,â Y/N said, but Remus had other plans.
âActually, I have somewhere Iâve got to be. Iâll see you at dinner though,â Remus said, waving to his friends as he took a few steps backward. The three of them watched him go, and when he finally turned the corner, Y/N let her shoulders drop heavily, a sigh leaving her lips. So much for the little moment they were having before.
He certainly had a habit of running away when she needed him there the most, didnât he?
Part Four is out. (Honestly, as I write this Iâm finding myself rooting for Sirius a bit ngl. Should I do two endings, one for Sirius and one for Remus perhaps?)
#harry potter#harry potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#harry potter fanfic#remus lupin#marauders era#hp fanfic#remus lupin fanfic#remus lupin one shot#remus lupin x you
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"but where's her werewolf form?" IM STUPID I CANT DRAW IT PROPERLY AAAAA SO SORRY
but anywayyyyyy, the basics but more detailed:
Full name: Valerie Yuhara Akagawa (her realm's culture allows her to have more than one last name, but usually referred by her second last name by most)
Age: 23
Birthday: April 26th
Sexuality: Panromantic greysexual
Species: Werewolf
Elemental Powers: Crystal Elemental Power
Occupation: Assassin and captain for MVRR (Mort Vivant du Riviere Rouge) gang.
Personality: Valerie was always outspoken and would speak up for other people and herself, having little to no filter, sometimes on purpose. Occasionally, Valerie likes to make people uncomfortable, but not always and it's usually when they're trespassing some limit she imposed. She can read people well and usually knows when someone is hiding something or lying, and tends to manipulate them to get what she wants (which doesn't mean it's a bad thing, she mostly uses it to discover what people want as gifts for birthdays and other festivities).Â
When it comes to meeting new people, Valerie tends to be closed, but gives enough information to keep a conversation if she judges the situation to be the right one, and opens herself more and more if she's feeling safe. She can certainly be gentle and empathic, but mostly hides and avoids these feelings due to the kind of work she does. However, she easily attaches herself to those she likes.
After the events that happened to her twin sister Vanessa, Valerie entered a gang, which altered her personality a bit. She likes cracking jokes, but in her late teens it became a coping mechanism, like her enjoyment of discomfort of others. Although, she feels a lot of guilt that she shoves down, having panic attacks and mostly being in a bad mood due to lack of sleeping (due to stress).
Story: Valerie was born in one of the realms outside of Ninjago. She was born into a very loving family that she really adores. Her mother Aurore and aunt Yurisa taught her all she knows about music, flourishing her musical intelligence, while her dad made her and her siblings clothes. She was a very outspoken and filterless from a young age, annoying other people sometimes unintentionally, like her teachers.
She discovered her elemental powers as a tween, after her sister, Vanessa, woke up and yelled about crystals growing in their bedroom. Somewhere around this time, she took interest in war fan fighting.
Her brother, Kenichi, is the founder of the MVRR, making her the captain as soon as she decided to join.
(there are lacking parts, I'm just gonna hide it for a while because I wanna make a comic...)
TRIVIA AND HEADCANONS!
Likes hot drinks;
Pyrophobic;
Smokes, but not exactly addicted to nicotine;
Wants to be a music teacher;
Not a fan of wind instruments;
Favourite instrument to play is the kotĆ;
Still uses the iron fans given to her by Kenichi when she was 16;
Likes spending time with Nya as she works on her projects and Valerie plays random tunes on her guitar;
Doesn't stay near Wyldfyre or Kai (again, pyrophobic, but actually likes both those dorks);
Has a weakness for blonds;
Loves reading horror romance and horror comics.;
Knows kulning singing technique (her favourite);
She has a (slight) British accent.
Her siblings will get ref sheets sometime later this year or 2025, who knows, right
#ninjago#digital art#lego ninjago#ninjago oc#ninjago oc valerie#ninjago oc related#ninjago oc art#lego ninjago fanart#ninjago au#dont expect to see these outfits again#art on tumblr#artists on tumblr#ninjago oc valerie akagawa
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light sub xavier thorpe x wolf!reader who's in heat đ€đ€
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WARNINGS : SMUT !! scratching , fingering ( masturbation ) , mentions of hair pulling , biting kink if you squint
summary : in which, xavier's gf is ignoring him as to not hurt him cause she's going through her first cycle of heat, while he doesn't know why until a pink haired werewolf spits out the truth đŻïžàšâĄà§Â ֎° â
Days passed, weeks passed. Each day getting longer and longer for Xavier. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into days. Time passed by so slowly when you weren't next to him.
Your sweet and lovely boyfriend, Xavier Thorpe who you oh, loved so much and had no choice but to ignore him as you were going through your heat. You loved that boy with your whole heart and you wouldn't dare to hurt him in any way possible, even if it meant not seeing him for literally weeks.
Today he finally decided he had enough. He was confused on why you were ignoring him and barely showing up to any classes, so he tooks the matters into his own hands and went to ask Enid if it was a werewolf thing, and surely, she did give him a whole lecture about what "heat" was,so he went to your dorm in case you needed any medicine..
You, laying there, with your pussy stuffed of your fingers and your tits hanging out of the pink sweater Xavier gifted you on your birthday last year. Juices flowing down your thighs and your eyes seal closed while your mouth was hang open.
You didn't notice until you heard his whine, looking at him with your legs spread open, your pussy on display as you desperately searched for the cover.
"What are you doing here?! Leave!" You yelled in concern ( and also embarrassment ). You could almost feel yourself about to cry, your orgasm ruined and your mood changing every minute passing by.
"I-i- just came here to check up on you- Enid explained to me what a "heat" is and i wanted to see if you needed any medicine" Xavier said slowly, careful not to make you angrier. Your head fell down and now, hot tears were streaming down your face.
"Im sorry, i really am. It's just been difficult for me, i didn't know it'd happen here" You explained while looking him in the eyes. He took small steps towards you while caressing your face and wiping your tears.
"It's okay angel, don't worry. Do you need help with continuing what you were doing?" An angelic smile plastered on his face, while his words were quite the opposite. You nodded and immediately grabbed his belt so you could take off his pants.
He smirked and looked down at you, thinking you were gonna wrap your lips around his cock, only to be met by your cold and demanding gaze that was instructing him to sit on the bed.
He sat down, unsure of where your sudden personality change came from, but when he felt his dick getting enveloped by your pussy's warmth, he forgot everything that was previously on his mind.
You rocked your hips against his own, grinding on his lap and moaning as he brushed against your g-spot.
You took a handful of Xavier's hair and watched him as he whined all over again, begging for you to go faster. Instead, you slowed down and grabbed his jaw, while still making sure he was balls deep inside you.
He cried out and grabbed your hips trying to make you move again, but instead you just smirked and laughed at his pathetic tries.
"Beg for it" You demanded, waiting for him to talk only to be met by his pleading eyes and his red, plump lips.
"Please mommy move, i need it so bad just ugh- im begging you, let me cum please" His pathetic begs were heard throughout the whole room and that did more than just satisfy you as you began bouncing once again on his dick.
His dick was covered with your juices, the sound of your pussy squealing only bringing him closer to the edge.
Your clit rubbed against his waist as you fucked him,the intense pleasure making you bite his neck while accidentally scratching his back while trying to steady yourself.
The loud whimper that left his mouth gave you the permission to suck harder on his neck, feeling him moan louder, knowing he was closer.
"Come for mommy, fill me up with your cum, fuck give me all your cum" You screamed while continuing to ruin him with all the strength you had in your body.
He came, shooting his load into you with a loud gasp as he felt you clench around him and came with him. He pulled out of you with a groan, already missing your cunt's sweet warmth.
He fell on the bed and looked at you with sleepy eyes. "Feel any better now?" He asked with a concern laced voice as his eyes traveled to your peaceful face with a smile.
"Yeah, much better. Thank you" You laughed and kissed his rozy lips. An "I love you" fell from your lips along with a "goodnight" and a sweet kiss on the forehead as he smiled at your gentle actions.
He laid his head on your chest while you played with his hair in your half awake half asleep state.
"I love you too" He whispered before drifting off to a deep sleep.
#xavier smut#xavier thorpe x you#xavier thorpe smut#xavier thorpe x reader#wednesday x reader#wednesday
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writer's meme
tagged by the illustrious @dickpuncher420
How many wips do you have currently?
let's say ⊠three? docs are entitled: renaissance indulgence ch 5, sublimation, and body talk. (guess which one is like the sun lolol)
Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?
all of them? lol. sublimation is stalled because i successfully sublimated my troubles into the draft so far and now i don't really care, at the moment, to finish resolving the story. body talk is stalled because idk man i gotta be in a certain mood to write in a werewolf-esque a/b/o universe. renaissance indulgence is not necessarily stalled but it is slow going because god won't let me settle for a normal word count
What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?
usually starts with "oh my god what IF â" and then a scramble for something, anything to write down the thing my brain just spontaneously birthed. alternate option, but far less frequently occurring: letting my mind wander on long airplane flights. do i look like im zoned the fuck out staring at the seat back in front of me? shhh. she's rotating blorbos in her head
Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?
long ago i'd usually inadvertently associate a song w/ a fic (the reason why so many fic titles are modified song lyrics) but now i work on such fat ass stories that by the time i've completed a story (or a chapter) i've gone through at least 10 different album/genre phases
Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?
organized chaos! there's a general map, and typically a final destination as well, but i let myself consider detours
tagging the beautiful bitch reading this post <3 (aka im so sorry, i'm so offline idek who's still online atm)
#COMING OUT OF MY CAGE AND IVE BEEN DOING JUST â#i feel like i've said this somewhere but#i've had the final paragraph of like the sun written for like a YEAR already#ask game#tag game#ider how i tag things on this blog asldkfjsdlkfj
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ALSO what is newton's motive for unleashing the sludge thing in this au or is it just a "haha oops" accident kind of thing
newtons motive for unleashing the Sludge is a little complicated but iâll try explaining it in the simplest way possible
newton in this AU struggles with intense psychotic symptoms and acute paranoia, which affects him on the daily. he hallucinates on the job (his work being a tv show host) has several panic attacks a day, and has terrible mood swings that leave him feeling exhausted afterwards
his only relief was taking nasty pills to help alleviate his symptoms, but it usually either didnât help or when he would take them irregularly he would see static
this was until one night he has a dream or vision of sorts. he canât really tell whatâs happening other than the sludge communicating with him and explaining that they are the cure to his suffering. he wakes up and tries to get to the sludge, locked away in his parents house behind locks, but they donât trust him due to his symptoms. he breaks in one night and releases them from their slumber, immediately getting possessed ^_^
sorry if this is a lot to read!! im just trying to flesh this all out. im also considering not making newton in this AU a werewolf. it was purely an aesthetic choice but i realize it doesnât really fit him that well and the story. but i am making an American Werewolf in London lbp AU with marlon and newton where he gets to be a werewolf but i probably wonât get to work on it for a bit
#my art#cartoon#fanart#newton pud#little big planet#lbp#newton#lbp3#planet home#AU#alternate universe#the sludge
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as a society we donât talk about werewolf!carlos enough. like heâs got all the qualities heâs got big brown puppy eyes and soft fluffy hair and like hairy ass arms itâs all giving wolf vibes. heâd be such a good bf to reader, so protective and cuddly heâs a life size heater too. so sorry im just in a soft cuddly mood
LETS TALK ABOUT HIM, BABE!!!!
he would also just be so territorialđI fully believe he would be the worst of the boyfriends. like heâs one of the beefier guys as well, so heâs not afraid to puff his chest out a little or growl at anyone getting a little too friendly with you
but behind closed doors? biggest puppy around and he makes you promise never to tell anyone but you have a whole album of him just whining for ear scratches and cuddles
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SUUUUPER LATE IKIK AND IDK WHAT YOUVE ANSWERED OR NOT FROM THAT ASK GAME YOU REBLOGGED FROM ME BUT
woah caps lock was on oops. Not changing it
6, 12, 16, 77?
OKAY HOMIE I CANT FIND THE ONE YOUR TALKING ABT BUT I DID FINE ANOTHER ONE I REBLOGGED- (also, im doing Monster AU!Ruby bc that's been on the brain for a HOT second now lmao-)
note for the road ahead: Ruby is a jaguar hybrid (was finna make her a siren but then i was like NO. BIG CAT. so yeah. welcome to my brain and her fuckass thots-), Soap is (unoriginally) a werewolf, Ghost is a Siren who had his powers taken away by Roba (i am NOT sorry), Roach is a bug-shifter (he can change into all kinds of bugs-), Farah is a lioness hybrid, Alex is a Fae, Gaz is a Fairy, and Laswell is a selfaware android, oh and Price is a minitour and Nikolai is a Vampire bc i say so.
NOW LESS GET IT-
warnings: mentions of poison,
6. Does your OC know magic? Were they born with magical ability or did they train to acquire it? What is their favorite type of magic? Least favorite?
EhHhHhHhHh-not really-i mean...she's semi-immune to Spine's poison (he's a diamondback rattlesnake hybrid-) but she can still get severely sick from too high of a dose from it.
and well, kinda sorta given her breed but, she's a real fast swimmer. (not as fast as Ghost tho-) that and her teeth are a lot stronger (not as strong as soaps or as Farah's but yeah-)
12. Is your OC cynical or optimistic? Who or what shaped their outlook on life?
She's pretty "glass half full" tbh (she has to be, she's a mom and the smallest thing in 141-) but uhm, fair warning, she has days where her mood just spikes and then dips and the spikes up again and then all of a sudden her day's ruined and she's the scariest thing Soap has ever laid eyes on-
16. How does your OC make money? Do they have a respectible profession or work a series of odd jobs? Are they a criminal? Or do they get creative in the pursuit of coin?
....Special Forces??? WAS THAT AN ACTUAL QUESTION GUYS-
SHE WORKS FOR THE FUCKING S.A. FUCKING S.
ahem i mean, yes she has a perfectly legal job that pays her very well and not bc she scares the shit outta her buff ass boss out on the feild.
AND WHAT WAS 77???? IF YOU FIND THE ASK GAME I REBLOGGED FROM YOU TAG ME AND ILL DO ANOTHER VERSION OF THIS-
#call of duty#task force 141#cod ocs#cod oc#call of duty oc#cod original character#call of duty modern warfare#ruby âjewelâ Ramirez#im too lazy for all the tags yall im sorry
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omgosh whatvis Ros' fav anime? Does she have a fav genre?
Oh bless thats so sweet, they must love eachother so heckin much it makes me feel mushy they are so cute!!! Sorry if this is an odd question but does ros have autism? (Does she stim over things she gets excited about?)
Dawww thats adorable!!!!
NausicaÀ and the valley of the wind (also known as warriors of the wind), its a very beautiful film !!
i enjoy animal crossing as well! Stardew valley is (imo) a fun and simple game, you just farm crops,look after animals and befriended/romance the townspeople, id highly recommended it (i also enjoy playing it with other people).
im sure all the players are going to heckin love that design!! (If you ever share it outside of the campaign id love to see it, i bet it looks amazing!!) I also just love making ocs for other people it makes me happy plus I love doing fun lil design challenges with friends basically everyone using the same inspiration to make thir own design to see how others interpret things differently its v fun to do, using 3 emojis for one design, a mood board, aesthetics and more. I also enjoy redesigning cartoon characters its a fun exercise!
Oh! If you are sure! The baker loves forest animals and the colour green, her baked goods normally resemble lil cute animals like mice and squirrels. Her fav colour is a deep green and she decorates with lil cute ornaments and music boxes (enesco mice music boxs are the inspo for that). She was scared and startled to see his partly transformed werewolf form near the bakery, but she saw he was shaking and just really wanted to help him, she could still recognize him and thought he was weird and a lil bit of a prick but also funny because she barely talked to him before (again how he was raised made him really shit at communicating with people) but that didn't change the fact she wanted to help. She lets him live with her as long as he helps around the house/apartment. But she also nursed him back to health and comforted him because he was in a ton of pain when transforming. She also helps him with his self confidence because he hates how he looks now (going from a pretty boy twig to big monster man). She thinks he's handsome and actually they get along well because they both love books. She warms up really fast to his personality when she realises he's actually very sweet and most of his issues was because he just didn't know how to interact with people that weren't rich. He fell in love with her from seeing her interact with other people and the rare occasions hed go into the bakery (his " friend " group didn't like the idea of him going and made sure he'd eat small and pricy things) his favourite thing to buy was a chocolate chip cookie, he find them very comforting. He thinks shes extremely pretty and sweet, his heart races whenever he sees her. In his fully transformed state if he wishes to go outside he has to wear a hoodie she made him (to accommodate his size and features). He doesn't like leaving the house much especially without her, he gets very excited when she comes home from work and he lays her on top of him if she is cold (hes very warm like a heating pad) and he likes comforting her and holding her close. He checks her ingredients for her and keeps the house clean when she's away. She is really thankful for it since she forgets easily. When they go outside together he is very protective and a lil posessive, not liking others looking at her. She doesn't mind (she finds it attractive) plus she loves going on picnics with him. With his speech being rough and not full scentances (he still thinks in them he just doesn't know how to express it in his fully tansformed state) he worries that she will get upset with him but she never does and understands him very easily. (His speech is very much like big mac from mlp). She realises she has fallen in love with him when she leans against him after he comforts her after a hard day at work. She kisses his cheek to let him know. Both of them are very easily flustered. She covers her face when she blushes and he looks away (his tail wagging like crazy unable hide how happy he is).
Sorry if non of the makes any sense (i struggle to explain things a lot!) Please let me know if you want to know more!! (About any of the ideas)
Thank you!! Im just being honest and i care about people. If you are busy you should take as much time you need and if you are upset but don't want to talk id give you time, but if you wanted to talk I'd listen, its the least anyone can do. You are human no one should expect more from you than you can give that includes yourself. Take the time you need and focus on yourself because you deserve to be the best and happiest you, you can be!
Roslyn's top favorite would be Kiki's delivery service. She would mostly watch slice of life type animes but she also loves magical girl type of genres too.
Hmmm, I don't really know much about autism so I don't think Ros would be on the spectrum. I mean she does little stims and even clap her hands when she's very excited about something but, yeah, I'm not fully in the know about it.
I wouldn't mind making some of my characters be on the spectrum, but I would have to look into first so I don't accidentally get things completely wrong and offended anyone. The last thing I want to do is bullshit and call it a day.
OOOH, I wanna check the film out!! đđ
Also, maybe when I have time, I'll probably check out Stardew but I can't make any promises. đ
It's most likely gonna be a while before I actually get to post them, but I'll definitely post the characters when they get to them.
OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH, I never tried the mood boards and the three emojis thing before!! I sorta just combine characters I like and make them the exact opposite of what I got it from.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, I LOVE THAT!!!!
I suck at questions, but who was the first to admit they had feelings for the other? Was it spoken or was it like one of those moments where the just knew they loved each other and no words were needed because everything kinda spoke for themselves?
And also, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, you're just too incredibly sweet, honestly, you are a blessing!!! I love your patience and I truly appreciate you in my inbox!!!!!
#NonFat Ask#NonFat#Anon#This really gives me something to think about!!!#just thank you!!!#I also always thought of Darnell possibly being on the spectrum...
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hi..
ok u know i dont really like making long reblogs but i feel like this deserved one MMSLDKWJLFWE i will try my best to do this cat style.. listening to bthb (does not fit the mood i know) at 12am.. lets go!!
idk if anyone's ever told u this but im obsessed with how u write inebriation.. coming from someone who hasnt drank before i feel like u make it so much more abt the thoughts and feelings rather than impulsive decision after impulsive decision.. it just adds a lot of character to me. small irrelevant tidbit but i felt like i should mention it bc theres not that many fics out there that lean into characterization like that imo..
also i love the dynamic between them too bc they're both yappers LAMSOWIJFWE like yn is probably not even drunk but they go off on a tangent it just shows how awkward they are around each other.. they have enough of a relationship to still know each other in and out but not enough to communicate those feelings properly.. Ugh..
see this is why i dont do long reblogs bc i feel like im yapping abt nothing
(everyone looked at heeseung and minjeong when they said their vows. the words creep up his throat; he pushes them back down. i thought of you instead.)
ugh. UGH!!! see they have so much to say to each other but they wont.. even though jake is literally drunk enough to get these words out he cant..
also im obsessed w how loser u made jake here like. its just him begging yn to come like dude its probably 2am and theyre trying to sleep. MMSMSLDKJWLKFWE. ugh but when his first instinct is to ask if they didnt come bc of him.. geumanhaja..
theres this interview of jake where he talks abt fame and the fear of not being able to make it in the industry.. not being good enough.. i feel like that emotion is conveyed so strongly w that line like he's blaming Himself.. even if it may not completely be his fault his first instinct is to put himself down for yn.. what a Giver man.
maybe there were some things he needed to say, after all.
WHATEVER. whatever.
but in the end, this is all there is to it: a him, and a you, and two versions of each other that you both canât come back to. not anymore.
im fine đđđđđ (what if we all just killed ourselves)
sorry but like. reading this after ur werewolf headcanon. UGH. like thats a man who wld give up his identity for u so to see the fact that it didnt work out.. that shit is probably tearing him apart inside MMSLKDJWELFWE he's stronger than me frl
ok how do u end one of these. im still listening to bthb it didnt fit the mood but fuck it wtv. i feel like spiderman depressed rain crying reaction picture above rn How the fuck am i gonna sleep. i hate you (please keep writing).
â things we never said
s. jaeyun x gn!reader
wc: 1.8k genre: angst (i think) content: exes!au, mentions of alcohol consumption, aespa's ningning and winter cameos for naming purposes only. normal people inspired. misc. notes: thank you to the jake fuckers (@gluion @mosviqu) for being my motivation to 1) write this drabble and more importantly 2) Finish this drabble. kept you in my thoughts when i wrote this xoxo. also a specific thank you to @sungbeam for being the first person to read it in full. and lastly, a special thank you to paul mescal for being just the perfect amount of pathetic i needed in bbc's miniseries normal people.
synopsis: in which it's heeseung's wedding, jake's had too much to drink, and really, he just misses you. perhaps what happens after are the things he should never say.
jakeâs shoes squeeze too tight around his toes.
realistically, through the haze of the alcohol, he knows he should be worried about other things. maybe any other thing, like how he needs to figure out how to get this champagne stain out of his shirt before his company dinner on friday, or how the bass of the dj's last set is still ringing in his ears, or how he's pretty sure this little escapade would probably qualify as date-ditching, considering the way yizhuo has been texting him 'where r u??' for the past twenty minutes.
jake's head buzzes, the aftertaste of his last beer resting firm on his tongue. in retrospect, perhaps the fourth glass he filled right before they cut the cake was one too many, but itâs too late to regret it now. the glass is sitting empty on the table, and instead of being out on the dance floor with the rest of his friends, jake is hereâunder the gazebo, heart in throat, phone in hand. his thumb hovers over the contact, still saved, and stares for a long time.
he shouldnât. he knows he shouldnât.
(not that it really matters. knowing better and doing better are two things jake has never been very good at keeping the same.)
he hits call.
the dial rings and rings and rings. jake canât tell if heâs breathing or not, he just keeps listening to the endless tinny trilling. and thenâÂ
âhello?â
âhi.â his voice catches. âitâs me.â
you pause, the silence crackling over the speaker. âwhatâs up?â
jakeâs throat goes tight, tongue heavy as he tries to fumble his way around his words. your voice is just like he remembers, intimately close even from the speaker. he wonders what he can say, to make up for the months of not speaking to each other. how are you? howâs work? do you still set 5 alarms in the morning before you have to wake up so you can enjoy the feeling of going back to sleep?
âitâs heeseungâs wedding today,â he says eventually. you didnât show up.
thereâs a beat of silence, before:
âi know,â you reply gently, the silent accusation he doesnât mean to throw landing softly between the two of you. âi already called him this morning to say congratulations. thereâs a wedding gift that should be shipped soon, actually,â you continue, as if it makes your absence any better. âi think heâll like it, you know. heâs been talking about getting that coffee grinder on his wedding registry before that registry even existedââ
ây/n.â
the line goes completely quiet, like youâre bracing yourself for what he could say next. normally he would leave it be, set down the phone and apologize and go back to the venue to celebrate with the rest of his friends. but right now, jake is drunk, and his head hurts, and all the sounds ring around him and merge together into a single sound, pressed tight against his ear. his chest feels rubbed raw, the burning question flickering and coming out all in a rush. âdid you not come because of me?â
âjake,â you chide, almost immediately. he missed the way you say his name, even like this. âyou know thatâs not it.â
he laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck, feeling scolded. just like old times. âisnât it?â
thereâs a disapproving noise on the other end, like you take offense in him even having doubts. âyou know i wish i could have been there.â
jake hesitates, just a little. itâs a stupid thought, and it would be even stupider to say, but he supposes he should keep the streak going, since heâs already started tonight. âyou could still come.âÂ
you let out a small laugh, entertaining the thought. âyeah?â
jake nods, as if you can hear it. maybe you can. maybe you didnât have to, to know. âyeah, the night is still young. iâm sure everyone would be happy to see you againâyou could come right now, if you really wanted to.â
âand do what, exactly?â you tease.
he shrugs, smiling. âgive a belated toast? we all gave one, you know.â
âoh, and heeseung agreed to that?â
âas if he could stop us,â jake counters. âwe had to make sure the bride knew what she was marrying! one embarrassing story from each of us!â
âand pray tell,â you say, bemused, âwhat story did you share with the audience? no waitâlet me guess.â you hum, as if tapping your chin for the exaggerated effect. âthe time he tried to flirt with that senior in the library and fell on his ass because he missed the chair? or the time whenâoh! what about when he got drunk and wanted to get matching tattoos with everyone and then started crying the second it started cause it hurt so bad?â
âno, actually,â jake laughs. âsunghoon and jay already took those. mine was about when he accidentally hit on rikiâs mom the entire night and found out the morning after.â
âyou better have turned those stories into anecdotes about how happy their marriage is going to be,â you warn wryly.
jake waves you off. âsunoo and jungwon got the sentimental part. we were in charge of making sure minjeong knew what she was getting herself into.â
you sigh exasperatedly, something rustling on your end. maybe the papers you were reorganizing on your desk, or the tinfoil on the table as you tried to heat up a late night snack. âso much for adulthoodâall you boys are the same.â
the same. as if he wasnât here and you werenât there, so, so far away.
âyou could still come.â jake repeats. itâs a sobering effect. at least, heâd like to think so, but heâs still trying his hardest for his tongue to not stumble over some words, and he canât look at the fairy lights adorning the top of the gazebo for too long before his head starts to pound again.Â
âyou could tell your favorite memory of heeseung to make up for ours,â he continues, âwrite down your congratulations on the wedding book yourself. theyâre even playing your favorite song right now, you could come and show everyone how itâs done.â jake fumbles with the ring on his index finger, twisting it with his thumb. the heel of his shoe scuffs once into the wood below his feet. itâs all too tight. âcomeâhave fun. we could even pretend not to know each other.â
the line goes quiet. a breath drawn. and then, softly, âi would never pretend to not know you, jake.â
he blinks, swallowing hard. it would be funny, if it werenât so sad, the way jake was the one who called you, yet heâs the one without anything to say. rather, the things he wants to say, he canât. you would have cried at the vows, he thinks. the exchanging of promises at the altar, rings slipped onto each otherâs fingers. you were always soft for those kinds of things.Â
(everyone looked at heeseung and minjeong when they said their vows. the words creep up his throat; he pushes them back down. i thought of you instead.)
jake is sure everyone knows, to some degree, at least. itâs why heeseung looked at him a little strange when he saw his date at the entrance, why everyone seemed to avoid mentioning your name like the plague around him. itâs not for lack of tryingâmoving past you. itâs why he brought yizhuo along in the first place, why heâs been doing everything he can to distract himself, why heâs been trying his best to not think of you again.
but tonight was different. tonight, where all his friends are gathered to celebrate, and the alcohol in his system warms his skin as the evening air grows chilly, and everyone he loves is here within reach except for you, jake finds that heâs still admitting it to himself, even months after.
(i miss you. more words he canât say to you anymore. i miss you, i miss you, i miss you.)
âsorry,â he says eventually. jake isnât really sure what for. maybe all of it.
âiâŠâ you start out, but it trails off into silence. maybe it would have been an apology to match, but he thinks you knew it wouldnât have sounded right either. there wasnât really anything left to say. jake is here, and youâre there, and that distance isnât really something either of you can fill anymore.
across the garden, jake can hear his name echoing across the venue. heâs pretty sure itâs sunoo, telling him to get his ass on the dance floor to get down to the djâs newest rendition of apple bottom jeans, but it all sort of meshes together between the bushes and the trees.
âyou should go,â you say lightly. âdance off the rest of the alcohol so you donât wake up with a massive hangover tomorrow.â
you knew. jake burns a little out of embarrassment, feeling a bit like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. he doesnât know whatâs worse, the fact that you could tell he was drunk from the beginning, or the fact that this meant you knew the first person he thought to drunk-dial was you.
âoh, donât act surprised.â itâs a light-hearted jibe, but jakeâs heart crawls up his throat and sits there, thick. âyour pronunciation always gets sloppy when youâve had too many drinks.â
of course you knew. you always did, like he never needed to say anything at all.
âyou got me,â he responds, hoarse.
âwhat did you get this time? whiskey? margaritas? no way you got this drunk off hard seltzersââ
âbeer.â sunoo calls his name again, closer, more insistent. âone too many.â
you laugh, and he wants to drown in it a little more, until he remembers it enough to not miss you anymore. âthe great jake sim, taken down by an IPA.â
maybe he should thank it, if it got you to speak to him again. the skin sitting underneath his ring burns red. he needs to take off his tie. his shoes are still too tight around his toes. âi wish you were here.â maybe there were some things he needed to say, after all.
you smile, fond. he canât see it, but there are some things about you he just knows, too. âbye, jake.â
but in the end, this is all there is to it: a him, and a you, and two versions of each other that you both canât come back to. not anymore.
and thatâs something that never needs to be said.
jake looks at the center of the altar, and he thinks he sees a glimpse of something elseâthe afterimage of love, a vision of two people left stranded from time. it disappears as quickly as it came. his breath hitches. thereâs nothing left but this.
âbye, y/n.â
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the best most comprehensive mountain goats album is unequivocally beat the champ and thats not my wrestling bias talking its a perfect album
#sw territory... heel turn 2... stabbed to death... werewolf gimmick... LUNA........#sorry for all the tmg posts in a row im in a mood tonight
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I miss my werewolf orc.. baby come back
#i played skyrim for a bit bc my brother was like. ur playing this now. and i made a very good orc#and then my beother was like. wanna be a werewolf. and i was like#BARK BARK WOOF GROWL GRR WOOF BARK <3#and so he was like. ok đ#and he made me a werewolf .#sorry im in a mood rn im just sayinf shit <3 hey guys how are u#anyway i havent played in a long time i miss his dumb face#howling.txt
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omg could you do vampire or werewolf elvis headcanons? im in the spooky mood and i think youâd write that so well, especially like a darker theme!!
I went overboard with this oneđ
Both scenarios are AU-ish and take place in the 80s. I took from the line âIâve been playing this mausoleum for 1,000 yearsâ for a vampire Vegas-era Elvis but also I love the idea of Graceland being this like creepy old mansion no one goes in because itâs supposedly haunted so...enjoyđ§đ»ââïž
Vampire!Austin!Elvis x Reader
Warning: Dark themes such as emotional blackmail, death, blood, and obsessive and manipulative behavior, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Mild sexual content that involves coercion. Do not interact if you are under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.
Graceland (â50s Elvis)
Growing up, you heard stories of Gracelandâpeople going in never to be seen again, soft music coming from the supposedly abandoned house late at night
It stopped being so scary after you got to high school, but even so, it was an unspoken rule to stay the hell away from there
You go out drinking with coworkers one night, a new coworker of yours unfamiliar with the old place and the stories behind it, which leads to the group of you stumbling through Memphis to get there
Perhaps wanting to prove something to yourself and your peers, you volunteer to go inside, insisting the stories are bullshit and itâs just another eyesore building that the city wonât do anything about
You go in with a little keychain flashlight one of your coworkers hands you and scale the fence surrounding the dilapidated old mansionÂ
The doors are boarded up, most of the windows too, and you can hear your coworkers calling you back, that you made your point, but some inexplicable feeling draws you in, you enter the dark house and go up the flight of dusty stairs
A faint glow comes from beneath one of the doors along with the soft sound of a guitar, and against your better judgment, you open it. Both you and the unbelievably handsome yet familiar looking man you encounter stare at each other in equal shock. As soon as you see his eyes glow red and impossibly sharp fangs, you run
You know itâs probably pointless and heâll find you sooner or later, but you hide in one of the many rooms in the mansion and are in disbelief to find itâs filled with posters, buttons, even pillows with his face and name adorned on all of themâElvis
You barely have time to think before the door swings open. He crosses the room and grabs you by the shoulders. Despite your begging to not hurt you, that you swear you wonât tell anyone, he sinks his fangs into your neck and between the pain and the sound of your skin breaking you pass out
You wake up in the room you found him in, god knows how long ago, because your head is pounding and youâre starving and thirsty. Your now captor stares at you like a deer in the headlights, as if he wasnât the monster
âIâm glad youâre okay. I didnât want to kill you, but I canât help it sometimes,â he says. You balk at his statement, hardly calling the situation you were in okay
Elvis is lonely and reclusive, a sadness in his unnervingly red eyes that makes you almost feel sorry for him whenever he slinks into the room to check on you and bring you an odd offering of food because he isnât sure what humans eat
He refuses to allow you out of the room, he thinks youâre not well enough yet. He entertains you by singing and tell you stories
His voice is soft and low as he tells you that he was at the height of his popularity as a musician when he was turned (he refused to go into the details on that), but afterward he couldnât control his hunger and killed his family and management team
Too horrified and ashamed of himself, he only leaves Graceland to feed when absolutely necessary, otherwise keeping himself in his self-imposed purgatory because he doesnât want to hurt people
You believe him, because besides that first night, he hasnât done anything violent or dangerous, until some of your coworkers return to the house, looking for you
Elvis had always been frustratingly avoidant and vague when you asked how long youâd been there or when you could leave, but when they call out your name saying the police didnât believe their story but they had to come back for you, desperately searching every nook and cranny in the place to bring you home, he snaps
You follow him as he storms out of the room, almost as if heâs floating on air as he descends on each of your coworkers, brutalizing them as you watch in horror, screaming for him to stopâhe does, only after killing the last one, wiping the fresh blood from his mouth and meeting your terrified expression with one of wild desperation
âYou canât leave, Y/N. I canât be alone again,â he pleads, as if you have a choice. He turns you, holding you as you go through the painful transformation to become one of the undead, to be with him forever
Vegas (â70s Elvis)
After an almost frustratingly long interview process, you get a job as a cigarette girl at the International Hotel in Las Vegas. Youâd never had a job make you sign an NDA before, but you figure it came with the territoryâitâs your dream job, but youâd heard they made good tips, even if it meant looking the other way when wealthy patrons got ahead of themselves
Your first few weeks of work are uneventful, and you make more in tips in a night than you did in a week at your old job. Plus, youâd become friends with most of the girls you worked with, but you couldnât help but notice how often they seemed to quit, how long itâd take to replace them, and how none of them seemed to be working there for very long
While getting ready to go out to the showroom before whatever act was slated to perform for the next few weeks, your boss power-walked into the breakroom. âThe penthouse wants a personal delivery,â he says, pointing to you. âDonât keep him waitingâ
You nod, grabbing your tray and rushing out of the breakroom. One of your coworkers stops you, jokingly asking what the rush is for. You feel a pit in your stomach at the way her expression shifts when you tell her
Whoeverâs up there is probably just an asshole, you assure yourself. Nothing you havenât dealt with before, you hope as you push the elevator button to bring you to the top floor of the hotel
You walk up to the door of the penthouse suite apprehensively, feeling like an idiot when you knock and say âCigarette deliveryâ
The door opens a crack, and suddenly your apprehension seems to disappear as you let yourself into the room. The lights are dim, and most of the illumination comes from the glow of the Vegas Strip through the window. You donât see anyone, until the door slams shut behind you, and you jump, dropping half the cigarette boxes in your tray on the floor
âSorry,â you stammer to the man whoâs just made his presence known to you. âI didnât see you there. Sorry.â
He studies your trembling form for a few moments, before kicking the dropped boxes out of his way and stalking over to you. Even in the darkness of the room you can tell heâs handsome, but you canât make out the specific features of his face. He looks so familiar, and you find yourself staring at his full lips until they pull back into more of a snarl than a smile to reveal abnormally sharp canines
âWhat dâyou got, baby?â the man asks, his voice thick like honey as it rumbled from deep in his chest. You list off the cigarettes you have on hand, including the ones on the floor, and he grabs a box of Luckies and hands you a hundred dollar bill after watching you bend down to pick up the boxes youâd dropped
You arenât sure how much time has passed by the time you get back downstairs, but your coworker looks genuinely shocked to see you. You pull her aside and ask her what the fuck is going on
âHonestly, Y/N, I donât know. The girls who go up thereâyouâre the first one whoâs ever come back down,â she whispers, her paranoid gaze traveling throughout the room
When you tell your boss you quit, he pulls out the NDA you signed but didnât read over, which states in one of the clauses that you had to work there at least a year or forfeit all of your earnings since you started. You didnât have that kind of money on hand, not after spending so much of it already
You can hardly sleep the next week, especially when another cigarette girl goes up to the penthouse suite, and when you inquire her whereabouts the following night, your boss tells you that she quitâwhich makes no sense because sheâd been working there less than you had and he wouldnât let you quit. You donât question it to his face, though, but you spend your sleepless hours trying to figure a way out
Itâs only a matter of time before youâre called up to the penthouse again, you know as much, but it doesnât terrify you any less when your boss tells you that the occupant asked for you specifically. You take deep breaths as the elevator ascends, hoping by some miracle it gets stuck
The door to the suite is already open halfway when you get there, and you stand in the doorway, looking around for the man. âWhatâre you so afraid of, baby? Think I bite?â he teases from the other side of the room, though you swear he hadnât been standing there a moment ago
Just as youâre a foot or so away from him, he flicks on the lights, and you gasp upon recognizing Elvis Presley. The resemblance was way too uncanny to be one of the dozen or so impersonators you saw on your first day in Vegasâbut it wasnât possible, it couldnât be him. He was dead, and even if he were alive heâd look much older
He beckons you closer with a curl of his pointer finger, and you find yourself pressed against his chest, the tray of cigarette boxes thrown to the floor as he kissed you deeply, pulling away only to pierce your lower lip with his fangs, lapping up the blood that pooled from it despite your resistance
His crimson eyes raked over your figure as you held your bloodied lip, tears streaming down your face. âI knew there was a reason I couldnât stop thinkinâ about you, babyâ
âPlease donât kill me,â you choke out
The grin that spreads across his face is nothing short of evil, âNo, Iâm not gonna kill you. In fact, I think Iâll keep you around a whileâÂ
He tears off your skimpy uniform like itâs made of paper, sinking his fangs into one of your exposed breasts. As he sucks and licks the blood coming from it, you collapse in his arms, feeling yourself being carried over to his bed
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