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baby, what's your blood type (is it mine) by unojuno
Fandoms: Just Roll With It (Podcast)
15 Dec 2023
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Three times Emizel resists the urge to feed on Soda, and the one time he doesn't.
Title taken from Vampire Boys by Trillian
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Emizel is dead. Soda is going through it.
The Suckening Ep 4 + 5 Spoilers
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JRWI: The Suckening Writing Requests! by ThatOne_BluJae
Fandoms: Just Roll With It (Podcast)
10 Jun 2024
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A collection of Suckening fics requested by you!
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My teeth will only cut your lips my dear, but if you're fine with that, you can be mine like that by Sadtimeohnos
Fandoms: Just Roll With It (Podcast)
09 May 2024
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I Infect another blorbo with Werewolf!
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“So you’d like me to help you look presentable for your date with Theo?” His eyes are wide with wonder when he asks again: “Emizel, you are asking me to make you over?”
Emizel nods, then throws his hands over his face when Shilo beams in response.
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- Part 1 of big day for the bathroy brothers
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cover of darkness haunting out by the reeds (you'd swear that death was upon us) by EthanTheAnnus
Fandoms: Just Roll With It (Podcast)
11 Dec 2023
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Soda pulls his jacket sleeve up, extending an arm. Thin skin covers the visible veins on his wrist and Emizel hates the way his mouth waters like he’s been presented with a fine-cut steak.
“You can’t be serious, Soda,” he says, but Emizel wants, saliva pooling in his mouth as he breathes in like a hungry wolf stalking its prey. He itches to sink his teeth into Soda, into the fragile, tantalising flesh of his neck, or the presented thinly stretched skin of his wrist. Hunger pools in his gut, festers in his stomach, clouds his senses, but not enough to break the shaky self-restraint he has left.
“No. I’ll find someone else. Maybe… Maybe some fucking Fangs guy-”
“They’ve been laying low since you went on a rampage, man.” Soda swallows visibly, the fear radiating off him practically tangible. It’s clear he’s not offering this lightly, or without understanding of what could happen, if Emizel loses control for even a second. “There isn’t anyone else.”
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With no other choices left, Emizel feeds on Soda.
(Title is lyrics from Curicó by Kiltro! I was listening to it most of the time I was writing.)
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- Part 37 of JRWI fics