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❛ pretty pills for broken hearts.

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closed starter for @notfrsale​ ( shen & yongsun )

— the two had finally made their way into the piercing studio, following the mortal inside before shutting the door behind him. shen had been to this place as of recent, but it was only a meeting with one of the staff members. let’s just say shen were fucked into the closet door by one of the men who had surprisingly been the one chose to cater to his friends new piercing.

shen took a moment to look over yongsun and then to the staff that they were talking too. tatted, robust arms adorned with a black crop top plastered on sculpted flesh, the beard that tickled his insides alongside the exposed skull that were smooth like melted butter. the toreador couldn’t help but stare, taken in the secretive glances they gave him and the soft smirks that followed them. the sexual tension was already beginning to seep out into the open.

— while he were here with yongsun, shen wouldn’t mind giving the other a quicker after the piercing were given. but it were to be rude to leave his new friend here alone for a few minutes just to suck a mortal off, but maybe he could convince yongsun to join them in the closet. it would be fun to not only cater to both his new friend and his recent fling. but only if he said yes, cause consent mattered.

— they were led to a room at the end of the hall, shen taking a seat beside yongsun. it were a shocker that he out of all people were called to give comfort. the only way he knew how were physical, so as quick as the other laid down his hand reaches out for the other. “ have you decided what you’re gonna get? “ he asked, tilting his head as shen’s legs overlap each other. he wanted to say more, but the gentleman who were intimate with him days ago seemed to be staring not only at him but yongsun as well. perfect, maybe this was the opportunity he needed to get into his new friends pants. but if not, he could wait. right?

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closed starter for @notfrsale​ ( sylas, yi & dagger )

sylas had been awaiting yi’s arrival within the destination he had given him on that fateful night, he had hoped this were to be the right person. he wasn’t in the mood to kill.

— pacing back and forth in the alley way, the sudden footsteps that creep up on him has a look between a grimace and a smirk arise without a moments notice. the disgustingly wicked mortal had come on time, earlier in fact as he checked the watch that he had underneath his sleeve. “ hmm. i didn’t know you were so eager to meet me, i take it that you had gathered everything i had asked for? “ the arrangement were to ask the gentlemen to bring his equipment and a canvas. while sylas supplied the people they were to gut open and paint with.

 — the kindred tilts his head down slightly, taking a look with the tip of his glasses as if her were judging them via appearance. sylas were impressed, not only were they attractive but they seemed to prep well and appear cleanly and sophisticated. something sylas deemed relevant within individuals that were considered more than acquaintances, because for the tremere a mortal with such a sick, twisted mind as yi’s were deemed useful to him. and surely from what he’s seen from the other’s work there was loads of potential to be held. 

— dagger had wandered into the discussion unwillingly, brushing dirt off his red, leather jacket as he makes his way over to the two unaware. but before they could spot him, he sneaks behind cover nearest to where he stood. he begins to eavesdrop on the conversation. these were the two he met the other night. it seemed there was a deal happening between them two, and dagger felt like it would be a good idea to not only push his way into the conversation, but join them out of pure boredom. 

but he doesn’t interfere just yet, he had to hear what they were up too before he decides it would be a good idea or not. but to dagger it didn’t really matter, he enjoyed living on the edge. while it were risky, it seemed to be a lot more fun then dealing with the feelings that taint his mind whenever he’s alone and nothing were available to him. 

— so he sits, wiping at his bloodied knuckles with the towel he had stole from the drug dealer he had assaulted recently. he weren’t going to need it, so to dagger it was simply a gift alongside the drugs he had accommodated from the unconscious body moments before. dagger’s head lean against the metal behind him, trying to peak a view at the two before him. whatever this arrangement was, he wanted part in it. especially since he were growing needy and maybe, just maybe these two were to give him attention?

it seems like fate with how they were meeting all in the same place a few days after their initial conversation, there’s no way it could be a coincidence. the druggie was curious, wiping his nose as the cocaine begins to hit him. hues widening only slightly as he takes in the sensations overwhelming his body.

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  “Ah, a man with a one-track mind is something I can appreciate. You sounds like quite the brute. I like brutes. Throttling and fucking are two very important skills to have. Sadly, you’re leaving me wanting here though, Isaac. There has to be more to you than that.” They glanced around at their nightmarish surroundings. They’ve banged in shadier places, besides they neither expected nor enjoyed to be spoiled.

  “Trust me, you haven’t seen me at me easiest. I used to be real cheap when all this mess first started.” Coyote gestured over their entire body, “Something about dying just really got me going, I guess.”

  “I’m Coyote, like the animal donkeys hate. Malkavian, if you haven’t figured it out. I’d hope you would have, at least. I like philosophy, I like guns, I like cats, I like to read, and I like to bite.” This was an extremely watered down introduction of course, but as far as they could tell, this was just the same old song and dance with a likely one-night stand. If he popped up again, or maybe even if he asked around, more would be revealed about them. 

  Though they’d have to keep him away from the rest of Coyote’s gang down at Tooth & Knave. The “kids” had a tendency to make up absurd rumors in an attempt to make them look cooler; from Diablerizing of the Prince of London to taking out squads of the Second Inquisition with nothing more than a wimpy six-shooter. As absurd as they were, the spun up urban legends were on the lines of ’Bigfoot is real and actually an alien and he tried to suck my dick’. Maybe it gave them an edge in terms of politics but as far as dating or hookups went, it just came off as silly.

  “Pardon me.” Coyote planted their weight down onto Isaac’s lap. “I’m sure you don’t mind. Being all big and strong and all that. And don’t worry about leaving here unsatisfied, so long as you won’t let me, yeah? That said, play the conversation game with me a little more so I can get a little more comfortable.”

isaac can’t help but find the malkavian somehow endearing. there were similarities with coyote and lynx, but they were also surprisingly different. if anything he’d be annoyed by now and wouldn’t give another malkavian a single glance. but something about coyote intrigued him. “ well this brute is all for you tonight. “ he replies chuckling as he tries to think of what to say to that. “ well, what can i say. i’m a simple guy. i like to be direct and get to the point. there is much more, but i guess you’ll have to figure that out with time, eh? “ he can’t help but nod once the other mentions of being a child of malk.

“ i noticed when ya first walked up to me, it’s easy to spot one when you lived with one for so many years. “ 

he doesn’t fully understand just yet but he allows himself to open his thighs as the other so rudely sits upon him without even asking. but that distasteful nature was what turned the brujah on more than anything else in the god forsaken undead life. “ ah if i haven’t heard anything so god damn relatable. “ he scoffs when the other states the fact of being easy when they first turned. isaac knew that all too well, but for him it wasn’t sex it was brutality and the adrenaline of picking fights, doing what normally would be against proper edicate. 

there’s a smirk that rises from his visage, feeling himself sink deeper into the bean bag as they weigh him down just a bit. “ coyote. i like that. it’s very uh, what’d ya call it. “ he stops for a moment, face scrunching as he does his best to think of the word he was seeking. if only the undead life changed more than just his physical strength, he’d be able to think much more precisely. “ unique. “ he states, embarrassing himself without really knowing he was. 

“ i wouldn’t leave anyone unsatisfied, i have the stamina of a horse with the power of an aggressive bull. “

he states this proudly before continuing it one with much more flirtatious commentary. “ i’ll hit every. little. spot. in that little tiny body of yours, ya be begging. screaming even. for meh not to stop. “ isaac cant help but fuel his ego, knowing damn well how easy confidence can turn n mortals and beings alike. but then there’s a soft chuckle that falls from his rim, his arms slinking themselves around their tiny waist, almost as if he could break them with just one squeeze. that delicacy only made him more hungry. soaking the bag beneath them, he can’t help but allow himself to get closer. “ well... “ he states, pausing for a moment as he thinks about what they could talk about. possibly knowledge on topics that will benefit themselves tonight? “ what about kinks, or fetishes. ya got any of those? “ he asks, being considerate as he keeps his hands where their should be and not venturing where they shouldn’t. at least not without consent first.

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icxnix​:

Logan was excited and nervous all at once. He took deep breaths before locking his front door. The blonde took off his bag while walking into his room seeing the other undressed. Shen’s well sculpted body left him speechless, he placed his bag on a chair that sat by the curtain that covered the balcony door’s of his room. Logan proceeded to strip himself of his own clothing, starting with his shoes, his socks, the cargo pants her wore and lastly the graphic shirt he was wearing. He was only left in his black briefs, his own sculpted abs on display. The model then placed his own phone down on the night stand after removing it from the bag, putting it on ‘Do Not Distrub’.  “I’m a bit nervous but excited all at once” He nervously laughed as he got onto the bed moving closer to the older man. “You’re breathtaking..”

shen can’t help but watch the other as they undress, something about logan captivated him more than he himself could understand. but he’s use to it, use to that beauty he craves so much, use to obsessing over people and over sex. it was all normal to him, too normal to be normal. he feels his body relax as logan wanders into bed beside them, he can’t help but begin touching the other’s body, leaning his jaw against their forehead as he takes lead of the reign, guiding the nervous male. “ relax. “ he hums, nuzzling their neck as his hands sculpts the other’s chest and then down towards their abs, feeling them up in hope to fuel their ego.

there’s a cocky smirk that rises as the compliment seems to leave the blondes mouth, nodding as if he already knew that he was. “ have you ever had you body worshipped before? “ he asks, placing a delicate kiss upon their shoulder before moving up their neck. the urge to bite into them becomes almost unbearable, that hunger boiling in his blood as each second he’s with logan it’s hard to control. but he must refrain, it was not the time to feed just yet. his kisses lead across logan’s jawline, tongue peaking with each wet kiss he delivers before finally whispering into the other’s ears. “ top or bottom? “ he asks against an earlobe, biting his lip as he seeks his hands lower, but just before they reach the hem of his boxers, they are leading back up. teasing them all while wearing a perverted smirk, preparing to give logan the time of his life.

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YOON CHAN YOUNG as LEE CHEONG SAN Netflix’s All of Us Are Dead 지금 우리 학교는 (2022 - )

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leoxmoon636​:

duri’s face was the same shade of pink that was in his hair. his lips were still pursed and his eyes were still closed when the other had pulled away from him. he shyly opened those little doe eyes and listened to what xen was saying. 

he was shocked at the other’s confession, “w-wait.. you actually want to?” he said, eyes lighting up. “i… now i wish i said something earlier… heh.”duri rubbed the back of his neck and guided his gaze to the floor. “i love being kissed and held… and i’d love to receive that from you… i’ll never force you to do anything so… please if you wanna stop dating… let me know?” 

— xen can’t help but smile at the other’s expression, their reaction were exactly what the male sought for. that relief burning in his chest as he stares at thier lips in awe, his thumb gliding against their lower lip with ease.

                       “ yes. i have never wanted anything more in my life, but you... “ 

— he’s bold in his approach, ready to lay down all his cards in order to get what he wanted. and what he wanted were duri... “ no, no, no... there will never be a day that i would want to. i can’t see my life without you... “ be breaks the air between them, laying his forehead against his with a that soft look in his eyes.

— the smaller male allows his lips to seek the other’s again, but this time it’s a peck that trails off their rim and down their jaw and neck, allowing his lips to massage against their prominent adam’s apple. his digits seek pink threads as he pulls his rim from their neck, resting his head on their chest as tears of joy begin to peak from his irises. “ i love you, duri. “ 

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WI HA-JOON as DO-SIK in MIDNIGHT (2021)

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A shiver ran down the mans spine, but he wouldn’t let it be known to the monstrous man - no not a man, a demonic creature of sorts. Perhaps. It was always easier for humans - even a monster such as himself - to imagine that the unknown, the beings that found a haven in the darkness, were not like them. Even though the man before him had a human form, he’d seen those incisors like the sharp fangs of a vampires rend through flesh so easily. The smell of which he was very used to, the sight of which made his stomach turn into sharp painful knots. As he clenched his jaw slightly, he felt that burning sensation in the back of his throat and the convulsing feeling in his stomach - a sign that he might soon see his lunch again. Swallowing he glowered at the man, standing tall and strong as one does against the threat of a Black Bear attack. But he didn’t hold his arms up comically, rather he stood confidently and scrutinized the man - eyebrows knitted together.

Stepping into the light, sternness ever present in his face but remaining vigilant he swallowed. “Why do you need to know who I am?” He looked down to the table and clenched his teeth so tight they might crack. Taking a deep breath to sooth the incoming nausea, he looked back at Kyro. “I really should be asking YOU what you’re doing here. Besides eating another person like a wild animal.” No doubt Yoon-bok was in no position to talk as he was holding a 2 gallon sized bag containing someone’s liver and - possibly another persons - foot. “Besides, you took my prey, a client I had been negotiating with for a few weeks.” Hoping to get close to them so he could watch his blade slice right through their Adam’s apple, as it bobbed up and down. “I do not take lightly to that. But I suppose you also made my job a lot easier. So I should, perhaps, thank you for that.” He picked up another stray piece of an organ from the floor, plopping it into the ziploc bag and returning the bag to the duffle bag that rested on his shoulders.

“So tell me, what are you? Certainly not human.” He got closer to Kyro, though not so close that the others fangs should find a home in his neck. He had no doubt that the other would tear through his flesh if given the chance. And being dead wasn’t good for business!

— the bold reply has kyro’s brows thinning, his arms wiping away at the flesh beneath his chin as he keeps his distance from the mortal who’s bag was filled with organs alike. his teeth seem to reappear once commented on, a warning for what’s to come if the other provokes him enough. his blooded arms cross his chest, seeping within his leather coat as he begins to reply to the puny mortal before him. an evil grin appears, teeth as sharp as razors unveiling themselves as he begins to speak upon the ill-mannered, ‘ scared ‘ boy before him. “ have you ever heard of the expression- ‘ don’t ask a lady her age? ‘ ...well that applies here to boy. “ his palm finds itself slowly inserting itself into the cavity of the victims chest, ripping part of the spine with ease before dismantling it from the flesh with one single pull. “ ...even if i were to tell you, i’d have to kill you right after. see, i’m only a wolf in sheep's clothing. yet i haven’t always been. “

— kyro takes a moment to watch as they pick up the organ from the crimson stained tiles below, eyes widening slightly as his meal were practically being stolen before him. but he doesn’t question it, as he knew once he were done eviscerating the frail human before him, he’d get it all back. “ oh, and i’m suppose to care? “ he bites back, flamboyant in nature as he mocks the other before him with a frown before switching back to his devilish expression moments before. “ say, mortals need to eat in order to live. to sustain that ‘ hunger ‘ deep within, hmm? “ his head tilts as he continues. “ i on the other hand have to eat one thing, and that’s mortal’s flesh- “ his free hand trails over the corpse below him, claws gripping at the skull before pulling, ripping it apart as it’s sever spine follows. pulling through ever tendon with ease. “ here, fetch. “ he chuckles as he throws the disembodied head across the room, watching it fumble against white before painting it with red. “ i only asked because a mortal being interested in body parts are, interesting. to say the least. “ his hand pools the blood spraying from their neck before throwing it at the one before him in a playful manner, licking his palm clean with a sadistic chuckle. 

                               “ i am what you call an abomination, a nagaraja. “ 

— he reveals his kind to the boy before him, tongue slithering through teeth in order to savor each and every smear of blood against enamel. “ ...but i am far from it. see, kindred seek me as one, but i am just like them. “ he compares with a sadistic tone, a chuckle following his next statement. “ you may see me as a monster, but i do what humans do. the difference is, is that i have rules and altercations i need to follow to live. and i wont let a puny, sick individual. such as yourself, stop me from enjoying my meal. “ he states, looking the other from head to toe with a smirk. “ i’ll eventually have seconds from what i see before me- “

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— forest did not ever expect to be confined within an apartment, aroused and in the presence of his neighbor. a stranger with a stranger, it were daring to take that risk but with that neediness bulging against thin boxers were almost too strong to deny. he needed a release and frankly, this was the only way it seemed he were to get it. forest could make the reasonable decision of going back into his own apartment and finishing with his hand, but where’s the fun in that? besides it only seemed to crave that tightness one cannot receive from just a palm. so being the idiot he was, he accepted the offer. “ ...uh, i’m fine with it. “ he replies, the panic in the other’s eyes once he tries to deny his provocative antics.

                                                  “ if anything, i’m the pervert. “ 

— he states willingly, a grin planted on the naïve visage so perfectly chiseled to perfection. “ ...i came knocking at your door after hearing those sounds, so i should be the one taking blame. not you. “ he approaches, tense in his shoulders as he puts all his trust in the stranger before him. “ may i hold your hand? “ he asks first, and as he gets an answer he snatches it gently. he then guides the other’s palm towards the length bobbing within his boxers. “ ...see what you did. “ a sly and obnoxious grin finds it’s way onto his rim, leaning into their touch with sensual ease. 

— “ -i am more than willing to help you with your work. “ he states, that grin having some endearment beneath it as he allows himself to find digits curling around the hem of their shirt, lifting it slightly to see what were beneath it. “ you don’t have to hide from me. “ his palm rising from the other’s hand to pull down his boxers down beneath his length, the organ out in the open as he lets their hand rest upon it. “ it’s all yours... shall we get ready to record? “

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icxnix​:

Onyx found himself smirking before quirking a single brow at Kyro’s comment. “You gotta take me out on a date first of course” He responded as he grabbed the water bottle from the fridge. Onyx usually had never flirted this much with another person before. Let alone a very handsome man such as Kyro. He watched as the man continued to eat before taking a sip of his own water that he had kept to the side. 

“No, I haven’t been on this side of town before.” He shook his head. “This is my first time participating in the food festival and yes I am indeed a chef. I’ve been going at it for at least 10 years, learned from both of my moms.” He softly smiled before rubbing the back of his head from the compliment. “I learned from my moms before going to culinary school and with their help I’ve got my food truck, and I started a youtube channel.”

— the comment about dating had only made kyro more confident in his attempt to woo the other for a night just between the two of them. he makes a brave attempt at locking eyes with them, an endearing grin following before he comments on it. “ then i’ll take ya out on a date? that sound fair? “ he says in-between bites, spoon in the air as he leans against his elbows just above the bowl that were supplying his quick supper. 

— kyro’s eyes widen with awe as the other briefly explains their background, jaw dropping slightly at the hint of being a youtuber. “ really? you’re a youtuber? “ he pulls out a phone from his back pocket, trying to open the app while they continued speaking. “ i’m impressed. your food is delicious. you must have worked hard to get where you are, and i find that very admiring. “ he says, nodding with that same grin that could light up anyone’s day. 

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unbite​:

    shark, ange can’t help but think. beautiful and dangerous and hungry. wild and bloodthirsty. the lust feeder tended to attract the type. she was gentle and meek, and men were driven to break fragile things just to see if they could. just to see what would happen. ange indulged a majority of them. it seemed that dagger would be part of that majority. 

    i might have jerked off to you a few times. ange appreciates the approach. some men pretend like they’re too good to get off on amateur porn. it was condescending at best, insulting at worst. ange had walked out on a date or two when her company had made a snide remark about onlyfans whores and easy money. dagger, though, was self aware. wasn’t too good for a quick fuck and didn’t act like it. ange preferred when people laid it all out and let her choose. ange got antsy when people held their cards too close to their chest, said red but meant blue.  

     deft hands. the way he flipped that blade so casually. without even thinking. ange’s thoughts go filthy. 

    “dagger,” he repeats and presses close, allowing a hand to wander to the other’s bicep. finally. a proposition. no need to dance around the obvious, they were both attracted to each other and ange was looking for a good time and a decent meal. she’s already feeling that buzz– lust acting like a high end tequila at the back of her throat. smooth and edged but with zero burn. zero deterrent. a shake of her head. she was with friends, but it was easy to text them. they’d be ecstatic to know that she had plans to get her back blown out.  

   “i want you to,” ange replies rather bluntly. shy sweetness melting away to reveal that feral hunger dwelling under her ribcage. she leans into whisper into his ear, free hand moving to rub over the front of dagger’s jeans. promising. “your place or mine?” 

— dagger can’t help but feed into his pride, he knew he was a catch and a force to be reckon with. but watching innocent and not so innocent souls crawl on thier hands and knees for him was something that could only set that dead flame within him on fire. he takes a moments as he adjusts to the touch along his bicep, a grin in response as he stops flipping the blade between slender digits.

 — that simple touch was enough to make him stop thinking for only a second, that carnal desire to kick in as they agree with his previous statement. yeah he was desperate, but that only fueled that fire deep within as his palm with audacity reaches behind the delicate individual before him, gripping at their rear without hesitation. craving to break them with not only looks, but his weapon confined within zippers. 

— but as he allows his hands to wander, so does the stranger before them as then begin to paw at his length, kneading it with hands so soft and small. he gulped as that intense feeling began to fester, pulling him to squeeze plump flesh delicately but with enough force that screams ‘ mine ‘. 

— “ while i’d like to take you back to my place, kitten- “ he tsks as he leans further against wood, expression turning soft once they knead his length just right, a sign of pleasure seeking through before he tries to pull back into the tough exterior before hand. “ it’s not fit for a princess like ya self... “ he states, leaning into their touch as a sly grin pulls at his temples. “ so if you were to be so kind to take me to your place, i’ll make sure you’re taken care of properly. “ a wink follows as he breaks the air between them, closing closer to them with eager irises, having the audacity to squeeze their rear a second time, provoking them with that desire held deep within his chest. he pulls away momentarily, wasting no time at all as he hoards his switchblade within the confinement of his jeans, letting his palm reach for the others, willing to be led like a lost puppy. 

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