Maneater Reader Prompts
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Plus size!maneater!reader ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
You are the most popular girl on campus simply because of your confidence and ability to get along with everyone. Everyone wants a piece of her, but she wants him. He’s not necessarily popular, but he’s known. The orgs he’s involved in and his easy going personality means that he gets invited to everything without having to try. But he keeps to himself. Nobody really knows much about him. They have psych together and he sits three rows back. He always knows the answers and engages in discussion. He doesn’t seem affected by the glares or groans that earns him sometimes. But what really intrigues her is how he doesn’t seem interested in her at all. Not when his friends are crowding her or when she asks him for help on assignments. He’s friendly, respectful…nice. Well, it doesn’t matter because soon he’ll be hers. ⋆.ೃ࿔:･ˏˋ°•⁀➷
Ceo!Maneater ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚
Your new personal assistant was all your office could rave about. He graduated in the fall from some prestigious university; a marketing major that found himself taking this job so he could ‘learn the ropes’. Your ex assistant interviewed him and sang his praises, swearing to you that he’s the one. Begrudgingly you agreed. He was fairly good at his job but he was arrogant. You’d watch through your office window as he’d shamelessly flirt with the girls that would leave snacks or drinks on his desk. He walked through your office building as if he owned the place. You even caught him scolding someone for getting his coffee order wrong. You wanted to knock him down a peg, you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face. You knew exactly what to do; you were going to show him exactly what you do to fresh meat. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
Vampire!Reader (Queen of the Damned vibes) ﹒⌗﹒🦇﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧
You’d been living for more than 1,000 years. You’d seen all types of people come and go, and only a select few left a lasting impression on you. But he was different. He knew you were dangerous, that you sometimes killed men just because. Yet, he wouldn’t leave you alone. You admit you were impressed, no man dared to stay in your presence long after find out who—what— you were. He’d get jealous, his feeble human emotions getting the best of him when you’d bring a kill back to your castle (you long stopped kicking him out when he’d just return to your doorstep) and you’d always remind him of his place. You two eventually found a happy medium; he’d find men for you so you wouldn’t spend too much time luring them and he’d do the clean up. You thought it was cute, that he wanted all your attention. When he comes to you on the eve of his 26th birthday, practically begging to be kept, to be turned…how could you say no?
. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚•∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒꒱ .⊹˙∘•˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱∘˙⊹. ꒰ঌ ᧔ෆ᧓ ໒⊹
