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𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔄𝔱 𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢. Rafe Cameron.
Werewolf!Rafe Cameron ❥ Mate!OC Gracie Grant.
"Dear god, he's so hot it hurts.", Gracie let out a sigh along with the makeup artist and other female crew members on set. The women stood huddled up together off to the side of the loft apartment watching as Rafe Cameron posed for the camera. The Outerbanks trust-fund baby had blazed into the modeling industry overnight. Mainly swimsuit and underwear modeling. His fanbase had grown overnight once he had been interviewed at a Calvin Klein photoshoot. His arrogant and snarky attitude gained him fans versus being disliked by the media. Gracie didn't care much for social media but working in an industry where the majority of the staff couldn't get off it or stop talking about trending topics kept her in the loop.
Like the endless parties that he either attended or threw himself every weekend. Friday through Saturday he'd be party-hopping from dusk till dawn, literally. And the scandalous but delicious tea-spills of his sex life reddit threads from both famous and regular women. Gracie had overheard runway model Tanya Sweeney bragging over the phone to a friend that Rafe had one of the thickest dicks she'd ever sat on. Gracie nearly burnt the model's face with a curling iron when she heard that. She'd been flabbergasted by the news and curious. The sex stories just kept piling in over the last few months by various models that Gracie worked with. The hairstylist couldn't help but daydream about him. She nearly made an instagram account just to follow his activities on his stories. Her eyes nearly crossed as she watched the way he flexed his biceps and grasped at his groin in the gritty "Wild Wrangler' photoshoot for FireStarter Magazine.
"Gracie! We need you in hair and makeup now, not later!" Yelled one of the staff members, causing the hairstylist to snap out of her daydreams. Quickly adjusting her glasses, the hairstylist scurried from one side of the room to the bathroom.
"I want his hair to have a very wet look. Like he just got done having the filthiest sex of his life." The photoshoot coordinator hissed as Gracie passed her.
"Got it." She said timidly whilst scurrying off to the bathroom.
The bathroom luckily was spacious enough for a high wood stool to be a few feet away from the large mirror and porcelain sink. She felt so hot that she used the few moments she had to herself to turn on the cold water from the faucet and begin to splash her face and neck. The coolness against the heat of her skin felt like pins and needles. Ruckus and laughter suddenly crowded in front of her door as Gracie padded her face dry with a towel. The heavy scent of musk-similar to a bear swept through her nostrils. Deeply earthy like fresh rain sinking into forest dirt. It made her heartbeat speed up and her stomach start to turn. Nausea bubbled in the back of her throat. Her fingers gripped at the terry cloth material of the towel as she choked down the sudden feeling. When she opened her eyes she was met with Rafe's blue eyes.
There he stood. Standing in the once spacious space that now felt as small as a closet. Rafe was attractive. That was a given. But this…this felt different. Familiar yet eerie. He stared her down in a way that made her feel like prey. The eerie part was that he made her feel this sense of comfortability and warmth. Like seeing a lover again after a long day of work. The pair drank each other in lust and quenched their yearning thirst…almost. Rafe cracked a smile at her as he swaggered his way over to her and it felt like the sun had kissed her skin.
"You usually stare this much when on set?" His coy question caused her cheeks to heat up. Rafe took a seat upon the stool and flexed his triceps as he sat hunched over. His hands rested against his meaty, muscular, toned thighs. Gracie narrowed her eyes in on his nails. They were a porclien-white color with hues of brown or more like black at the roots of the nail bed. The shape reminded her of claws. Stiletto-like but shaper and thicker in density.
Gracie cleared her throat and quickly grasped her paddle brush and hairspray. "No, sorry about that.", she apologized.
"It's cool." Rafe grinned, "You're pretty hot for a hairstylist."
"Are hairstylists not supposed to be hot?" She challenged him.
"They usually aren't" His robust laughter made her smile as she worked the wet and jelly products into his hair. Gracie was far too bashful to carry on conversing with him. Instead she worked on achieving the instructed hairstyle. With each movement she made, Rafe's eyes followed her as he watched her from the mirror. It caused sweat beads to form underneath the folds of her breasts. Rafe's animalistic scent grew stronger as she moved closer to him. His chest rose and fell heavily as time went on.
"So…um…what type of dog do you have?" Gracie asked to break the tense silence.
"What?" Rafe questioned as his thick eyebrows knitted together. His eyebrows rose as if realization overcame him, "A Kangal."
"Really?" A look of amazement swept across Gracie's face. "Those dogs are huge. Bigger than most humans. They remind me of wolves. Not like the regular desert wolves but werewolves." She rambled.
"Oh yea? You got a thing for werewolves babe?" His arms crossed over one another as he turned his head to look at her. A sinister smirk swept over his lips as he slouched back a bit with his hands gripping the back edge of the wooden stool.
A crimson-red almost aged blood color tinted her cheeks as smiled and shyly nodded her head, "Yeah I do actually. I don't know, I just…" she bites at the side of her lip, " I'm envious of their wildness. Their freedom. Also, the lure of being a child of the moon and having a mate. Someone that'll love you unconditionally and never leave your side is really beautiful." The more she spoke, the closer he had gotten to her. A daydream look swept over her face.
The moment that Gracie had broken out of her day-dreamer state due to the photoshoot coordinator yelling for Rafe was when Gracie realized how close the two were. The tip of Rafe's nose was less than an inch away from her nose. His eyes held this golden hue to them that she hadn't noticed before. Perhaps she was imagining things but she swore she could hear this low-almost barely audible- growl humming from behind his closed lips.
She couldn't look away. He had pulled her in and held her close. Just with his eyes. And then it happened. He kissed her. Ravished her mouth suddenly with his own. His lips were warm and soft as he pressed them deeply against hers. His tongue overlapped her own as she melted into their sudden lip-lock. Gracie whimpered against his mouth as she eagerly kissed him. Feverishly, their lips overlapped and their tongues entangled. A sharp jab struck Gracie's bottom lip causing her to squeal as she began to pull back. But she was only pulled back by his hand grasping onto the back of her head. His grip was stiff and firm to the point where she couldn't move an inch without a pange of pain shooting down her neck. His teeth sank deeper into lower lip as a feral growl escaped his lips. Tears started to form in Gracie's eyes as blood began to spill from her broken skin.
Her whimpers of pain soon turned into low muffled moans of pleasure as Rafe sucked the blood from her lip. Her clit began to throb against her pale pink panties causing Gracie to squeeze her thighs together.
"Rafe! Get out here now!" yelled his agent.
A displeased snarl left his lips before he broke their lip lock. When Gracie opened her teary eyes, they widened. Rafe's eyes were no longer blue but a bright nearly fluorescent topaz yellow. She stood there frozen in place as she watched the color dim down and change back to his normal blue that she once saw. He only smirked at her as he licked her blood off of his lips.
"I'll catch you later babe." He proceeded to hop off of the stool and make his way out of the bathroom.
Gracie only blinked before letting out a shaky breath. She then turned around to face the mirror and edged closer. Her lower lip started to swell and turn a deep shade of purple. "Fuck." she whispered to herself.
For the remainder of the shoot Gracie stayed in the bathroom. She couldn't shake what had happened and couldn't get his smell off of her. He was embedded in her skin. He overtook her mind and body to the point that she felt ditzy. To keep herself occupied, the hair stylist packed her equipment and tidied up the bathroom.
"Gracie?" A male voice called out from behind her.
"Yes." she answered as she turned around. She was face to face with a tall blonde haired guy. He had a standard frat boy look to him. Ralph Lauren khaki pants and a blue button down shirt.
"Sup, I'm Topper. Rafe wanted me to give you this." he passed her a piece of paper. "Don't be late." he said before leaving.
Gracie tilted her head to the side as a look of confusion swept across her face. She then looked down at the paper which read :
Building Number : 93286
Street Name : Rosenbaum Ville
Street Address: 636 Parisian Port Apt. 127
Gracie looked apprehensive and wondered if she should go or not as she fiddled with the paper in her hands.
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Ceramics? I live in an apartment where are u going to put a kiln dude?
But they are so shiny I want that soft and shiny art glazed porcliene plz
But like I use like sculpt and like this weird ass doll clay that takes forever to like mix and make smooth
But that's the option queen that's the option cobi
But I gotta be positive and believe in myself ya know?
Like making sculpture has been so rewarding
Sure I cant make my own winter2015snowmikuexclusivesculpt
But this pug I sculpted is fun and brings joy when I think about how I made a physical object so YEEHAW WHOOOO YEEEEAH
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Kinda obvious, but Kitsune for Denji? 🦊🎭
The first thing he noticed where the way his eyes glowed, not his usual power up glow, but...they just shined in a sort of predatory way. Looking into the mirror, he noticed that the pupils of his eyes were slit, almost like a cat’s, and he gripped the sides of the sink to look closer, only to hear what sounded like a sharp scratch against the porclien.
Looking down at his hand, he brought it closer to view to see that his nails were now sharp and claw-like, yet very neat and smooth, but he imagined it wouldn’t take much for him to cut through something with them.
When he tilted his head slightly at this view, he felt something moving on his head and once more stared in the mirror, noticing not just a pair of fox ears but also, multiple fluffy tails from behind him.
He counted them.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Nine.
“Well....this was unexpected.” He finally spoke, wondering how exactly this happened and when his form would end, yet, there was a childish joy inside him.
He always thought that kitsunes were cool.
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All right Donnie, you're in a desperate situation. You are a turtle, you have to use your turtle skills for the bills. What would you do, if April wasn't there, you had to survive in dimension X & you had to pick a color for your bathroom. What color would it be? It can't be purple! Has to be neutral & match with the glass soap dispenser. Also the porclien & the door is eggshell.
I can’t choose purple?????
Okay, then I am going to feng shui it. Blue is supposed to be a good color for bathrooms. A light blue, since I am supposed to match.
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In a middle of a quiet afternoon, flame ruptured from the shadows as a young woman stepped out "I'M DONE WITH THESE FUCKIN GIANT LIZARDS" she was short with red eyes and a porclien like face. Her hair was long wild and dark and her lips were blood red. She wore a leather jacket as she looked around "hmmm now what time am I in now?"
I lounged in the black, skull decorated throne, black ripped jeans decorated with chains, red and black knee lace boots, a black waistcoat, a red shirt and black fingerless gloves. My red and black hair was pulled up into a bun, the sides and underneath having been shaved down. I regard the person knelt in front of me from behind the black-red tinted shades.
I tapped my fingers against the arm of the throne, leaning against one hand, I didn't want to wait about. This was dragging on too long, I regard the other and narrow my eyes ever so slightly, the instantly shut up. I smirk slightly, "You tried to steal from me, you think such an offence can be forgiven?" I ask, not even raising my voice, but it filled the room with ease.
The man flinched and tried to apologise, "Shh." It was short but the effect was instant, the man went pale and his mouth snapped shit. I stood up, I knew someone had turned up, the feel told me it was Bee with Amelia, well... When I say with I more meant she was in Bee still.
I move down the steps of the throne and stand in front of the other, a warm smile that was rather creepy in this situation. "I do hope you can sate my appetite, I have been quite hungry as of late." I murmur against his ear and then breathe in deeply, inhaling the man's fear as he let out a choked sob.
I gently run my fingers through his hair, "Shhh, it's alright..." I murmur, gently cupping his face, my thumbs stroking his cheeks, "It'll be all... Over... Soon." I say and with the last two words, screams of pain filled the room as I dug my thumbs into his eyes, a sadistic grin slipping onto my lips. I popped his eyeballs in the sockets and the jelly like substance oozed as he began to bleed.
I then start to dig my black nails into his jaw just under his earlobes, my nails became claws and the screams became horrific shrieks that sounded less human before there was a loud crunching and ripping noise. I'd ripped his lower jaw off and there was a loud gargling as his body slumped to the ground, I licked my fingers as I stepped over his dying body.
"The rest is yours, my dears." I call and as I leave the throne room the doors slam shut and there was a loud guttural snarling, then the sound of ripping flesh and snapping bones. "Now then, how can I help you my dear~?" I ask, appearing behind Amelia.
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A short woman strolled straight up to him."alright you got to tell me your birth name now" she crossed her arms over her chest as her face turned up to his. Razor thin scars ran down her porclien cheeks and far past her blood red lips. Her icy blue eyes scanned him over as she waited for his answer
Progg stared down at the uppity woman. “Well that’s a fine how do you do! I’m assuming you don’t have many friends with that attitude.”
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I just added this listing on Poshmark: Saint Mary's Church porclien plate.
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A small woman with large icy blue eyes peeked from around the corner. Her porclien like face was covered in razor thin scars. She wore a old tattered top hat and old boots. In her hands she clung to a sketch book and pencil "pardon me but may I draw you, sir?" She asked softly to this doctor.
To suddenly see a human was still jarring to the fragment, much less one that didn’t look like a traditional Frisk. At first he ducked out of sight with a startled sound, but…upon hearing her request, he sheepishly came back into view.
“O-oh, ah, f-forgive me. B-but..surely y-you weren’t meaning th-this broken b-bag of bones? Th-there are m-much better l-looking f-fragments out there..”
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🤒 He can tell she is sick. Even without the psychic powers, it was quite obvious. "I'm not leaving a superior in a time of need."
She's been over the toilet all morning, luckily in her own room, but during a day that Lance had called for a meeting. Karen laughed bitterly at Will, why was he so kind? Slowly she turned herself away from the porclien bowl, seating herself against the wall."I'm not a superior." She grumbled. "Just...could you get me some water please."
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Don't Be Nasty Porclien I Know Ya See My Ass. Wait Does The Water See Me 2. Science Is Awesome. Only If School Was Based More On Realism Not Lame As Lies To Keep People Programmed On Stupid. https://www.instagram.com/p/BoXHxI-n9Eg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ocpe8zph1q4s
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I just added this listing on Poshmark: Saint Mary's Church porclien plate.
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