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[divintiies]

fuck, he just might be in love with her.

sun is like an erotic portrait brought to life ; dark eyes peering up at him from below, lips parted and plush -— he breathes in anticipation and exhales tendrils of desire. watching how glossed, dual-toned lips wrap around the pad of his thumb through the lens of his camera feels vulgar. she laves it with slick, hot movements, tongue running along each ridge and groove. for one long, lustful moment he wonders if this is what ascension for a God felt like.

he presses deeper to watch the saliva pool, messy and wet, clear beads trailing down her chin and dripping onto her bare thighs. he lights up from the inside as he presses harder, further in, staring into the depths of her blown out eyes. " You're fuckin' perfect. " It's reverent and rushed when tumbled from his lips, punched from his chest in a rush. he wants to ruin her, claim her from the inside out. hands tremble as they push her lips further apart, applying pressure, the whirr of his lens capturing each second of how he plays with her to his hearts content.

there's something pooling inside her as kota shoves thick fingers down her throat. swallowing down, heady, buzzing under her skin. she wonders when it started to feel like this. feel like she would fall apart under his fingers, under his touch, under everything he encompasses. she looks up at him and he's looking back at her, gazes meeting. she sucks harder on his thumb. watches his eyes darken. she wants him to consume her from the inside out.

her teeth graze the pad of his thumb, mascara coated eyelashes fluttering as she does so. he presses harder and her fingers twitch where they rest on her bare thighs. she wants to touch, wants to drag her nails along his skin and mark him like he's marking his territory on her. instead she inhales deeply through her nose and drools around his fingers. she wishes it was something thicker, something heavier weighted on her tongue. she's needy for it, now. she strays a glance into the camera, makes sure it captures her dilated pupils, before looking back to kota. she lolls her tongue out and waits.

kota feels almost like he's edging himself as he watches sun dribble around his fingers. there's a keen awareness that she's putting on a performance, the camera catching every trembling breath she takes ; every doe eyed expression she gives from under thick lashes ; every suckle of sinful lips that take in his fingers like they would his cock. he lets her and watches with rapt attention, gazed darkened with lust.

he watches her tongue slip out between pretty, thick lips and kota feels the growl rip from his throat -— primal and animalistic. the barbel in her tongue glints in the soft atmospheric lighting of the room and he deftly rips lathered fingers from between her pillowy lips.

he commands her with his gaze alone : ' Eyes on me. ' the clanging of his belt - buckle echoes in the air as it unlinks ; nimble fingers tug his zipper down with a practiced sort of ease, metal teeth carrying over the soft music playing in the background. nimble fingers slide into soft, thick curls, twining around them before yanking sunshine's head forward with force.

" Put that pretty mouth to use, baby. "

waiting was always the hardest part. needy, impatient, she feels herself lightly sway as she waits. his fingers slip out from her mouth and she knows there's a pitiful desperation in her tone when she whines, loud and needy. his warning growl has heat shooting through her to her core, feeling like a defenseless rabbit waiting to be preyed on. kota holds her in place with his gaze alone; they're like hands pinning her down, leaving her unable to move.

the sound of his buckle undoing is loud in her ears, ringing, breath hitching, as she prepares and anticipates his next move. such a good girl, she feels like, keeping her heavy gaze trained on his own, even when he pulls his zipper down. it's quiet in her head as he takes her hair in hand, precious curls growing from her scalp, pulling her forward with a force that has her whimpering something soft and depraved. he's not gentle, and she doesn't need him to be.

no, she instead admires how pretty her bubble nails look against his erection as her fingers wrap around it. she lets him push her forward until her lips wrap around him, finally tasting him as she craved. hollowed cheeks and a lidded gaze from under dark lashes are all for him despite the camera in his grip capturing every single moment. the lens can see how she pushes him down deeper, wet and messy, swallowing the weight of him down her throat. knows the audio picks up how she moans, low and heady, as she tastes him with her tongue. it's almost poetic, how she sucks him down amidst the flutter in her chest. amidst the desire that pools between her legs; gaze now back up to look at him, letting him know that even with the camera in place, she was only bruising her knees for him.

there's something to be said about a pretty girl on her knees for you. none of the words in either language kota fluently communicates in could accurately detail the vision sun makes between his legs. she's a dream, mouth stretched wide around his thickness, suction tight and hot. she is a lewd depiction of all his youthful fantasies ; each sound and flick of her tongue is enough to start truly work toward sending him over.

fingers flex in their hold in her hair, tugging just enough against her sensitive scalp to find stable ground as she takes him down even deeper. his wrist flicks to capture more of her beauty, pretty eyes peering up at him with a sort of darling reverence that has him pushing his hips forward to hear the gag and gurgle as her throat stretches past its limits. fuck. he just wants to bruise her throat until his dick left a imprint ; instead he lets her pace herself and swallow him like her favorite treat.

he wants to tell her how gorgeous he finds her, sucking him off with a sort of worship one could only find at an altar. wants to whisper how much he's dreamed of this, of her. wanted to let every loose lipped emotion that connected to his heart for her every time she was in close proximity to him. instead, he whispers, " You look so good sucking cock, baby. Made for it. A perfect little cocksleeve. "

without true preamble, kota quietly mourns. he can't tell her he dreams about making her only his. he can't relay how he wants more then late nights behind a camera, her dressed in her slutty sunday best. he craves like a starving man -— and, yet, he is more then willing to be pitiful and snatch up any scraps she tosses his way.

and when he finally releases down her throat, he hides the adoration for her from his eyes. she wasn't ready for him like that yet ; even if he felt a small part of his heart chip away at the thought.

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" why are you so gentle with me? "

and, oh. nath is so pretty as he looks at him, eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks. his hand rests on jaewon's wrist, feather light, as if he was afraid to apply any more pressure. as if he could break him. as if, somehow, he was the dangerous one. a finger drags along the area where his pulse should be, tracing the blue veins almost in a trance. it's quiet where they are, standing in the middle of nathaniel's bedroom, the curtain drawn just enough to let a sliver of moonlight in. enough to cast a shadow on the mortal's face, his eyes dark but attentive as they stare into jaewon's own.

nathaniel wondered if jaewon was even aware of his own desire. the way his form trembled in his hold -— a shaky, subtle thing that had the vampire's lashes fluttering and lips torn to shreds by sharp canines -— drove him crazy. there was an intoxicating cocktail of innocence and need that surrounded him like a pheromone, casting a spell that had all the blood he held in his form rushing south. he can hear the click of his throat as he swallows the saliva gathering in his mouth, then speaks: " ...'cause you deserve to be treated gently. You deserve to be shown how special you are. "

he then moves in closer, as if he can't help it. his eyes land on those same lips, his own parting slowly as if to mimic the beautiful way they are spread. " Can I show you? Will you let me? "

it was as if jaewon couldn't help the hitch of breath at the way nath speaks to him, gentle and honest. he wants to turn away, shy in a way that he shouldn't in anyone's presence after almost decades of being on earth. being told he was deserving, that he was special was almost overwhelming when every other obstacle in his life called him an abomination. he can't cry but he feels himself choking up, unable to speak in return. the surge of emotion overwhelms him, intensified by their bond. he ducks his head down as he tries to collect himself. it's too much.

"i'm sorry if the... if the imprint is making you say these things. i don't want you to feel obligated to anything because of the blood bond. i can't..."

' Will you let me? '

his head snaps up quickly at the question, and nathaniel is so much closer now. he's watching jaewon with such intensity, as if he looked away jaewon would disappear. there's nothing but honesty and unbridled desire in nath's eyes as he looks at him. a vicious wave of want takes over him, and he reaches out to take the other man's shirt in his fists before realizing it. the motion grounds him. he's never wanted another person so much before in his life. not mortal or immortal.

he speaks before he can stop himself. "please. please show me."

nathaniel watches and waits with as much patience as he can, unable to keep his hand from exploring the expanse of pale, unblemished skin that jaewon's arm offers. it has only been warmed from the shower he had taken, giving the illusion that he was thrumming with blood in his veins. he tracks every minute movement with his eyes -— how stands of damp, dark hair sticks to jaewon's forehead as he looks away ; how he hunches his shoulders, appearing smaller in nathaniel's too large t-shirt ; even the way his lips purse as he tries to form an apology that was sure to fall on deaf ears.

but when he turns his gaze back upon nathaniel, it's like the rapture. big, cat-like eyes stare deeply into his own, nothing hiding the lust and desire that they hold. nathaniel lets the plea wash over him, allowing himself to become intoxicated at the feeling of how jaewon finally folds into the feelings that he's held back.

fingers gently tangle into the damp strands at the back of the smaller mans nape and brings him forward, allowing their mouths to slot together in a kiss so bruising it almost had him buckling his knees.

jaewon hesitates for only a heartbeat as nath stares him down, gaze intense. then, he feels a hand on the back of his neck and his eyes are slipping shut as nathaniel kisses him as if it was the last time he ever will get the chance to. it's heavy from the start, full of passion so intense a moan startles out of him. he pulls himself closer, closer, closer. he wants to burrow himself into nath and make a home there. to keep away from the world outside of the passion they both share.

he wants so much his gums ache with it, fangs gently scraping against the plush of nathaniel's lip. he wants to drink into him again, both in desire and of blood. wants to consume every part of him so he could keep him close. he wants so much more then he's ever allowed himself to before.

nathaniel's blood sings louder and louder with every beautiful sound that jaewon emits -— a symphony for their ears only, playing off the four walls of his room and amplifying the notes. he eases them back towards his bed, motions gentle as he gives only a few moments of repose to let the other lie down. he is everything nathaniel has ever dreamed about, spread on his covers and looking every bit as the muse he couldn't replicate on paper.

and jaewon looks like a painting come to life underneath him ; as he cages him in with his arms, there's a shadow that softens the room and raises the temperature between them. " Thank you. " he speaks it into the air thick with their shared desire, searching jaewon's eyes as he does so. " Now... " he leans in slowly, maintaining their eye contact until his kiss - swollen lips press against the vampires neck almost tenderly. " I'm gonna show you how special you are to me... " a heart beat passes before he whispers, " Don't hold back. I wanna hear you. " his hand eases lower until they caress soft, mournfully unblemished skin. then, they slip under the thin material of jaewon's boxers and finally touches him where he's been craving all night.

jaewon doesn't know where he starts or ends, everything so overwhelming and intense he can't keep a single line of coherent thought going. all he could focus on was nath's lips on his and how right it felt to be pressed against him. he was so wrapped up in his want and need that he was startled when his knees hit the edge of the bed, gently falling backwards onto the other mans sheets. he lays there and watches nathaniel watch him, their gazes intense as it holds. he feels safe caged in between the human's arms, hair spread around him like a halo and shirt lifting up ever so slightly to expose his abdomen. he felt desired in a way he hasn't before, much more carnal despite the softness it was nestled in.

then, nath thanks him. his eyes widen as he feels the shyness creeping back up, wanting to turn his head away as if he could escape. yet the gaze holds him in place like a invisible hand. he watches without blinking as nathaniel leans in closer, until lips press to his neck. his hand shoots with lightening speed to clutch at the other mans shoulder, wishing teeth would sink into his skin and break the flesh. instead, he exhales harshly, lashes fluttering shut as more desire, far more intense this time, surges through him.

he barely has time to process the words nathaniel speaks before a hand slips into his boxers, causing his back to arch off the bed and a sultry moan to rip from his throat. "nath-!"

" Just like that, " nathaniel murmurs against his throat, allowing himself to succumb to his own desire as he gently flicks his wrist, already slick with jaewon's essence. " You sound so pretty baby. I wanna taste you, " he whispers next, before widening his mouth and sinking his teeth into soft flesh with as much force as he could muster.

"oh, fuck," he finds himself cursing as nathaniel touches him just right, unable to contain any sounds of pleasure he feels despite the mortification of it happening. then, teeth sink into his neck and he's all but screaming in pleasure, the feeling of his human wanting him so much he would want to taste him again after the first time causing a sob to leave his throat. the feeling crests as nath's hand speeds up, movement sloppy but no less wonderful.

he realizes that this was what madame had warned him of. the intoxication of forming the blood bond, of the imprint. but he realized with startling clarity that it didn't scare him. no, he wanted it so intensely he could bend to its will. and as nathaniel's lips slick with his blood searches for his and they bring their mouths together for a kiss so intense he feels himself succumbing to every want he's ever known.

and that, he would realize later, would be the start of their downfall.

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hyeseong could easily kill doyun if he wanted to.

at that moment, every instinct from his training is screaming at him to end doyun's life right then and there. instead, he’s trying to be patient enough for doyun to come to him. "if you wanted to bite me you would have tried before now and we wouldn't be having this conversation. come here." he grabs doyun's arm and gently brings him closer, pointedly making sure it was close to his lap. "need to figure something out, so hurry the hell up."  doyun relaxes a little when hyeseong has a point and allows himself to be pulled closer until he's practically in his lap. "mm, guess you have a point," he says and puts his palms flat on hyeseong's thighs, still hesitant, but willing. and then he asks, "figure what out?" 

hyeseong doesn't answer him verbally, instead pulling doyun even closer until he really was on hyeseong's lap, hands placing on doyun's waist with a firm grip. he looks into his eyes for a moment and studies them, wages a war inside himself between his hunter roots and the person who hyeseong had over time grown to become by being with doyun. he then sighs and lets his hands slip from doyun's hips and gently along the lower half of his back, forehead resting gently on doyun's chest and goes, "figuring out if i can ignore the fucking voice in my head that tells me i should kill you." a few beats before he softly goes, "apparently i'm good at tuning dumb shit out. it's a learned trait." it's pointed, a jab at doyun but it has no malice behind it. instead he digs his nails down the lower part of doyun's spine and asks, "are you finally done worrying about stupid shit? you should have been sitting on my dick ten minutes ago."

doyun's studying hyeseong studying him but doesn't fight being pulled into his lap further even though everything in him is screaming to put distance between them. but he doesn't move when hyeseong's hands move from his waist to his back, or when he presses his forehead to doyun's chest, or when he speaks. he arches his back when hyeseong's nails dig into his back and lets out a soft breath as his eyes slip shut. "you should kill me," he says softly, though he's not sure if hyeseong even would. and as he nudges him to lean back, doyun straddles his waist a little more surely. "but if you're not going to, i can definitely ride you instead." hyeseong hums, leaning back when prompted, props himself on his elbows and runs his hands along doyun's legs. he wouldn't kill doyun, even though he knows he should. the voice was loud but not as loud as his heartbeat as doyun sat upon him, looking every bit ethereal and having hyeseong want to curse that fate would be so cruel to them both. his expression barely changes but his eyes darken further with lust, gently squeezing the meat of doyun's thighs and goes, "be a waste to kill you now with the offer of you sitting on my lap like a good little slut is on the table. get to work. owe me for making me wait so damn long."

his skin feels both cold and warm where hyeseong runs his hands on his thighs. doyun's heart is beating quickly, but he doesn't know if its because he's scared of him or excited by him (probably a little of both). and he offers a hum in response at first as he rolls his hips, a little to tease and a little to test, before he sits up just enough to reach behind to wrap his hand around hyeseong to line him up. "mhm," he says, lowering his hips down slowly, "guess you can always save that 'til after you come down my throat, huh?" and as he sits all the way down so hyeseong bottoms out, doyun lets out a sultry, "holy shit," and plants his hands firmly on hyeseong's chest to keep himself grounded.

"you'd love that, wouldn't you? drooling and gaging on my cock like it's the last thing you'll ever do. would probably die happy, wouldn't you?" hyeseong takes doyun's ass in his hands and gives a harsh squeeze, nails digging into the flesh and mumbles, "get to it. want to see you fall apart on my cock and i'm getting tired of waiting." doyun wanted him so bad it was almost painful. despite that, he's careful as he starts his rhythm, rolling his hips around leisurely. because fuck if he doesn't feel so full, and fuck if it doesn't feel so good, and fuck if he didn't want this more than he could breathe in that moment. and hyeseong let’s himself just feel doyun for a few moments, biting his lip at each roll of the hips, each time he easily took him, as if he was made for it. sometimes hyeseong feels like doyun was crafted just for him, made to be with him, upon him like that; letting himself finally fall flat onto his back on the mattress, slightly shifting their positions so doyun hovered more over him.

hyeseong slides his hands up to take a hold of doyun's hips again, plants his feet on the mattress and barely warns doyun with a simple, "hold on," before he thrusts up the moment doyun comes back down towards him. hyeseong sets a brutal pace from the start, giving deep, powerful strokes as he does so. doyun barely had enough time to lean forward and grip the sheets on either side of hyeseong's head before he thrusted hard. the only thing he can offer in response then is, "fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, right there," in a way that bordered on screaming. all thoughts of how they shouldn't be doing this are fucked into the back of his mind while his head falls between his shoulders and his body feels like it's on fire everywhere his skin meets hyeseong's.

and hyeseong would never get tired of this, of being connected with doyun in such a way. even if he shouldn't want doyun as badly as he does, he aches too much with it to give him up. to act like he doesn't crave him. "look at you," he taunts, one hand slipping off doyun's hip to reach up and push bangs from the vampire's face, hands gentle, a contrast to how aggressively he was snaping his hips upwards. "already screaming like a whore, making sure everyone can hear how good i'm fucking you." he grips a doyun's hair to maneuver it up enough so that hyeseong was looking him in the eyes, makes sure doyun can see his desire for him even though his words are a taunt. "fuck, already falling apart and i barely did anything. pathetic."

it's almost overwhelming, the way that hyeseong is all around him, invading every heightened sense that doyun possesses. the only thing he can feel, the only thing he hear. it's all hyeseong. hyeseong, hyeseong, hyeseong. and he doesn't know if the mantra is only in his head or it's coming out of his mouth, too, but he can't be bothered to care, not when his hands are gentle while his hips are anything but. not when when he grips doyun's hair to pull him back so he can see, not when doyun's so captivated by the heat in hyeseong's gaze that he can't help but let his own eyes flutter shut. hyeseong lets go of doyun's hair in favor of trailing his hand downward, along his throat, lingering there but not applying pressure yet. he wanted to hear doyun beg some more before he made it so he couldn't make any sound, at all. doyun can feel the wetness on his face (sweat, tears, or spit, he doesn't know) as he processes the silent demand. and doyun's all too willing to oblige. "please," he says, but it comes out as half a groan as he opens his dazed eyes to look at hyeseong below him again. "please, fuck, please."

hyeseong wants to engrave how doyun looks above him in his memory, wants to play it again on repeat later when he's alone and thinking of him. doyun looks beautiful on top of him, moaning his name over and over again, saying it like a prayer. his thumb is gentle as it rubs along the side of doyun's throat, and once those desperate pleas hit his ears he lets himself smirk, a dangerous, cocky thing. "good boy," he all but purrs before he finally wraps his fingers around doyun's throat and applied the pressure he knew the other was craving right at the same time doyun's hips slammed back down onto him. he counts down in his head before ever so slightly loosening his grip on doyun's throat, allowing him to breathe for a moment. doyun’s breath comes back to him all at once only for it to be expelled again in a rushed and loud, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as hyeseong thrusts again and again, his movements stilling after the second one. 

"such a pretty, fucked out look you have on your face. ah, just love getting used like my little fuck toy, don't you? don't worry. i'll fill you up just like i know you like. sloppy slut." and doyun's incoherent, can only offer a whine as he rolls his hips chasing the friction he wants, no, needs. he's desperate now waiting for hyeseong to continue, he was so close and now he can feel it slipping away slowly as a hand tightens on his throat again. "'m your.. your slut."  hyeseong groans softly as he feels the pulse of doyun around him, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the sensation. "i want you to come untouched on my cock, understand?" he then eases doyun up almost all the way off him before thrusting again, picking up the brutal pace he originally had, this time with his only goal in mind to have doyun fully come apart on him. 

and when hyeseong finally gives doyun what he needs, when he finally fucks into him with the sole purpose of ruining him, doyun can only let out a strangled moan as he moves his hands to leverage himself on hyeseong's chest. he needs to feel his skin under him, needs to ground himself as he can feel it coming now, quicker than before, that warmth starting low in his belly spreading through him until it feels like he's playing with fire.  "close," is all he can get out around hyeseong's hand on his throat, and doyun digs his nails into his chest as he feels his body draw taut, a wire ready to snap. "close," he repeats in the same choked moan. 

and then it hits.

all at once his thighs tighten around hyeseong's chest as he paints them both in streaks of white and his eyes all but roll into the back of his head. hyeseong moans at the feel of doyun tightening around him as he does; barely feels the sting of the marks, instead letting doyun ride out his high before going to chase his own. hyeseong lets go of doyun's throat finally and fucks into him with abandon, no longer caring how sloppy his movements are, only chasing his own high as he thrusts deeply inside doyun. when he feels like the string is drawn too taut, feels like he's about to fully fall over the edge he grabs doyun by the back of his neck and brings their mouths together in a searing kiss. it's uncoordinated and sloppy, him licking into doyun’s mouth just to get a taste of him, before he's groaning low in his throat as he feels each pulse of his release as it fills up doyun. 

doyun can feel it. the way hyeseong's hips stutter as he finally reaches his own climax and stills inside him. the only thing he can really do at that point is collapse down on hyeseong's chest, his own heaving as he searches for his grip on reality. once hyeseong feels like there's nothing left to give he finally lets go, gently massaging the spot his hand gripped in a silent apology before falling lax. he closes his eyes for a moment to catch his breath, free hand running along doyun's back to massage in soothing circles, a stark contrast to just how aggressive they were only a moment prior. he leaned in to give him another kiss, this time a bit more gentle, tinged with something sweet. a soft kiss. it’s the juxtaposition doyun needs as he comes down.

but then hyeseong felt the trickle that ran down doyun’s thigh and almost groaned out loud, realizing why. quietly in almost a murmur, he tells doyun, "on your back, baby.” he wanted to see it, wanted to run his fingers along the mess he made. 

and when doyun’s like this, he wonders how anyone could think that what they have is wrong. then hyeseong was laying him back and sliding down his body—

they definitely weren’t finished yet.

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he trembled where he knelt, heart thudding in his ears as he felt the wetness seep through his jeans.

it was everywhere, on his hands, arms and seeping into his shirt. his vision was spotty but it was quiet, so quiet. too quiet. the running water from the shower had turned off possibly sometime between the tenth stab and the thirtieth, but hanuel still hadn’t of left out the room. why? why? was he avoiding him? did he not love him? did he want to prove that chinhae wasn’t worth his time? did he disgust him? he felt the tears well in his eyes, felt them hot and searing as they rolled down his cheeks, mingling with the blood splattered on his face.

then the door knob turned and he yanked out the knife from the woman's chest, standing on shaky legs. turned to see the older man leant against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. he looked disapproving. chinhae hated it. he hated it. ‘you caused this! you made me do it! this is your fault!’ his mind screamed, clutching the handle in a white knuckled grip.

“ You know how to make a terrible mess, ‘hae. You couldn’t control yourself for a few moments? ”

“did you invite the bitch up here? Huh? did you tell her to get on her fucking knees for you? ” he questioned instead, pointing the soiled knife at hanuel, eyes wide, crazed, tears still running tracks down his cheeks. “ ANSWER ME! ”

“ I did. ” poised as a statement as he took in the other’s appearance -— the bluewash of jeans stained red at the knees, stamped there almost prettily ; the shine of crimson, slick along his body, a pretty hue against tanned, unblemished skin ; the wide, trembling eyes that bore into his own amused ones, shiny from fresh tears that continued to trail down his face. it was unsatisfactory. he wanted to see chinhae fall apart so he could rebuild him again to his liking.

“ y-you...” chinhae mumbled brokenly, eyes widening as his heart cracked in his chest. no. no, no, no, NO, NO, NO-

“ But you were the one who said you didn’t care what I did, right? You were the one who pressured me to do what I wanted. I did what you asked me to, Chinhae. ” he pressed harder -— knowing his words could fissure, could splinter just so. could have what was his crack open like a pomegranate for him to dig the seeds out of. pushing himself from the frame of the door, dark eyes took in the decimated corpse of the executives daughter, chest open wide and dark in the dim lighting.

“ i... i... you... that didn’t mean... you’re m-mine, ‘ue. she shouldn’t have touched you.” he chokes on his sob, arm swinging out to point to the body on the floor, shaking so violently as he tried to swallow the fear in his throat. “SHE WASN’T ALLOWED TO TOUCH YOU! YOU’RE MINE! I LOVE YOU! WHY IS THAT SO HARD FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND?" as hanuel’s hand reached out he shrieked, swinging the weapon, watching him flinch away. “NO! DON’T TOUCH ME!” he could feel it, the breakdown. knew he was fading, could feel the start of the spiral.

“ Oh. I understand. ” a bit more pushing. the tang of his victory was sweet on his tongue ; it was almost his to drink down and let warm his chest. “ I also understand that you would corner every person who came my way and threaten them bodily harm if they dared to pursue me. Don’t look at me like that, Chinhae, not everyone is incompetent. You staked claim from afar but now you finally did something about it. That’s what I wanted, baby. Wanted you to finally show me how devoted you are to me. ”

chinhae’s breathing is ragged but he can’t look away, searching hanuel’s eyes for any sort of lie, any deceit. all he see’s looking back at him is dark eyes, serious as they stared back at him. he feels the knife drop from his grip to land on the floor with a clatter, hands reaching out to take hanuel’s shirt in his grip. he needed to hear it. needed to hear the words come from the older mans mouth. “ you... want me, too? you love me? you love me?”

“ Oh, baby, ” it leaves parted lips like a coo, deft fingers grasping the soft skin of the youngers chin in his own as eyes flashed in the low light of the room. “ I thought you’d have realized it by now -— I’m absolutely obsessed with you. ”

chinhae inhales sharply, eyes shaped like hearts as he stares up at hanuel, grasp fluttering where he holds onto his shirt and stains the fabric red. “i love you. i love you, i love you, i love you, i love—” and when hanuel’s lips press against his own he keens, knees buckling and grip tightening. it was as if he was being put back together again. hanuel loved him. he wanted him. he wanted him!

as the brunette pressed his face into the crook of his neck, hanuel let his gaze fall back on to the body that laid there, coating the marble with red. chinhae was volatile, unstable but oh so beautiful. and he was all his. nothing could stop him, now.

nothing.

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“ but i’m.. i’m broken. i’m not worth anything to you. why do you want me? ”

he knows he looks pitiful, sounds pathetic laying there naked in the bed under the man who could make him disappear in a instant. he doesn’t want to cry, he’s cried enough to last a lifetime, but he can’t help the tears that run down his cheeks. alexis is quiet for far too long, staring at him with what jaxson calls his contemplating face. he wants him to say something, say anything but instead he’s the one crying. he was warned that alexis was a man that couldn’t feel love, only lust, with his only way of expressing any of his feelings was through his body. but jaxson had seen it, swore he felt it when the other man would hold him close, kiss his forehead, held his hand and indulged him in his whims. felt it even when he shot a man in the face for touching him and then replaced that disgust the blonde felt with his own hands. “ You don’t get it yet, do you, bunny? You’re mine. That makes you worth your weight in gold. Now... I’m  going  to  fuck  all  your  broken  pieces  back  into  place so you never question me again. ”  he breathes these words into jaxson’s mouth and it sets his body on fire. fingers dig into supple flesh as their bodies connected, burying his gasp into the other mans shoulder, feeling lithe fingers dance along his spine as it arches. it leaves his mouth before he can choke it down. “daddy!” canines sharpened from lust sunk into flesh -— harsh, unforgiving. a warning that was sure to convey what he was adamant upon: watch it or I’ll tear you apart with my teeth. feel how I’d devour you whole with this craving for you. jaxson whimpered at the contact, fingers digging into long blond tresses, strands tangled between his fingers as the man above made a mess of him. here, in the sanctuary of the penthouse, of a man who had a laundry list long of people who wanted him dead, there he was, laying on silk sheets and being taken by him. he was alexis’ prey. he had been caught, waiting to be consumed. “please.” he’s unsteady even though he’s being pinned down, flesh against flesh, with no room for anything but the rocking motion of their sweaty bodies, of their shared desire. “ Such a pretty little rabbit, begging for me to eat you. Whimper some more. Show the big bad wolf how bad you want to be devoured. ” he watched the blond with dark eyes, feral with their desire to consume, to swallow the gorgeous thing whimpering symphonies under him entirely. kept his gaze steadily trained, heady, as he placed a almost weightless hand to the larynx. hips slowly eased back before snapping back forward, heat drawn tight at the core. jaxson’s eyes rolled back as soon as their lower halves reconnected, the hand against his throat a warning but the feeling of being taken overpowering that enough to make him scream. the force was enough to have him begging, a prayer, a manta of please, please, please. he’s long past the point of being modest, of caring how desperate he looked. “ Say it. Say that you belong to me, bunny. That you’re mine. That I own you: mind, heart, body and soul. Say it. ” “ yours. all yours. no one else’s—oh, fuck! ” the next thrust has jaxson seeing stars. he’s shaking, eyes squeezed shut, blunt nails dragging down the mans back and leaving a trail in it’s wake. alexis is relentless now, driving into him with enough force to drag them higher up the bed, the headboard creaking, knocking against the wall. “ You’re not allowed to leave, understand? ”  the perspiration causes his hair to darken, the force of his pelvis against the smaller man has him almost bouncing against him. “ If you dare try and take what’s mine away from me, you’ll wish I had shot you, instead. ” and jaxson sobs when he comes, sees white take over his vision, screaming loud enough to echo off the walls, for it to possibly reach the lowest levels of the building. he was screwed. so utterly, totally, devotedly screwed.  because alexis choi was a dangerous man, all darkness and allure—the kind of man his mother warned him about. too bad he wasn’t afraid of the dark. he should have been.

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chae luka  — 26 — alpha shifter — sinloehada pack

his trope bingo card includes: former teen rebel, sensitive not soft (aka: i’m kind but i can knock you out so don’t try me), positive friend influence & the stepford smiler (happy exterior, sad interior). veterinarian with a deep rooted caffeine addiction. children’s book writer on the side. doesn’t know what he’s doing at any given time but pretends he does.

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mae juyeon — 21 — beta shifter — pyeonghwa pack

literally the personification of ‘looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll.’ pastry chef who just wants everyone to get along. will Fite™ but will say sorry while doing it. doesn’t curse but he really, really should. will be the first one to encourage you when you’re down but will also be the one to yell at you if you walk into the house with shoes on. honestly he’s just trying his best.

@sokchomoonrp

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intro

hi i’m sun, your resident mom friend who needs a NAP but does he get one? NO!!!! i just simply pass out like any degenerate in their twenties. i use mostly masculine pronouns but if you wanna get neutral on me, have at it. i’m preeeetty chill but also a Hot Mess who keysmashes like i never learned how to be normal netizen.

what are your favorite plot lines and character tropes to write out?

found family, friends to lovers (especially childhood friends to lovers who PINE after each other FOREVER?? like?? HELLO???), fake dating to CATCHING FEELINGS, and a healthy dose of fluff and angst thrown in to any plotline are weaknesses tbh. i love characters who are mean but deep down longing for acceptance (aka jerks with a heart of gold), sweet sunshine characters who can beat you up if pushed to far, True Himbos, as well as any and all gremlin characters who are justifiably annoying but you still love them, anyway. i am pretty much open to most things as long as i’m given the same energy back!

how long have you been participating in role-play?

over.. 10??? years?? since school days when i would write back and forth with my friends in our little spiral notebooks aka the time when catboys were still cool (don’t look at me like that).

is there something you’re excited about for the site?

honestly everything? making new friends, exploring the lore of the site, and finally getting to be able to use my two darlings (but knowing me there will be more to come lmaooo).  i love pack dynamics, though, because family, but i also just love the general vibe so i’m just happy to be included, tbh.

show us a gif you think best describes yourself.

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“ just run us through what happened that night. ”

this cop was new, wasn’t he? if he even decided to question hyesung then that means that he had not a inkling of what went on around the area. but, ah… what was he doing that night? oh. he had been refurbishing a smith & weston with higher tech parts to sell to a well paying client, but he wasn’t going to tell the balding officer that. instead he tapped his fingers on top of the cold metal of the table before raising his brow, gaze cynical, doing his best to keep his voice level when he responded. “do i honestly look like i leave the house?” he scoots back a bit, displaying his body clad in the usual gear: a oversized hoodie with a obscure logo on the front with sleeves that covered long fingers to the tips paired with a pair of faded black sweatpants unraveling slightly at the seams. the officer stares him down, unimpressed, which put him on edge. authoritarian figures irritated the hell out of him. “we just want to know what you were doing the night of the shooting. we have a source that says you were the one who sold the gun to the victim before his murder.“ a ‘source’ meant someone was just trying to get at him or the gang again because hyesung which was irritating in it’s own right. so who did they piss off this time? he fought hard not to roll his eyes, instead leaning forward with a heaving, bodily sigh. “i was home playing genshin and watching anime with some snacks. i don’t know anything about any guns or murders. can i go home now or do you want to ask me the same question over and over again?” “hmm. so this doesn’t look familiar to you?” the man held up the plastic bag with the confiscated handgun for him to observe. his eyes zeroed in on the side, the small row of white dots letting him know immediately that was one of his customs. ah, he had finally narrowed down who stabbed him in the back. perfect. but now he was fucking pissed. he morphed his face into something neutral, the sarcastic quip on the tip of his tongue, ready to slip past his lips. he was typically more careful who he sold parts to but this person was a regular which meant they dealt with him enough to know not to fuck with him. he itched to shove the barrel of his new toy down the mans throat but instead he was trapped in a claustrophobic cubicle of a room with cop who’s breath needed major refreshing. getting more tired by the second he decided that he was going to have to play soft to get out of this situation. and as much he hated having to pull the innocent act the interrogation was cutting into his limited free time and he reused to be held up any longer. so instead of shoving his middle finger in the officers face he made himself small, leaning back, looking down and away quietly. with much practice he softened his features, eyelashes lowering to create shadows on pale cheeks, taking his lip gently between his teeth to create a innocent, kicked puppy effect. “no, it does,” he began with a confession to build trust, purposely fidgeting as to appear nervous. “i’m… i’m sorry for getting defensive. i’m just scared,” he continued in a soft voice, seeing the older man in his peripherals slowly soften at his tone. sucker. "it’s dangerous around here and i don’t want to get hurt.“ he fiddled with his sleeve to add to the effect. “i know the guy, he did a lot of bad things and hung around a lot of shady people. he liked to wave his guns around and that looks like one he liked to, uhm, point at people.” he gave a wince, one that implied that it had happened to him before. the officer slid a cup of water his way which he gently took a hold of for effect. he paused to sell it before glancing up, noticing that the older man looked completely open and pitying. ah, that was too easy. truly, all of cops were such idiots. if this one only knew. “please don’t tell anyone i told you. i can’t afford to live anywhere else, and-” the man cut him off, “no, that’s enough. you’re just a kid that shouldn’t of gotten mixed up in all of this. i’m sorry for taking your time. you’re free to leave.” hyesung nodded and gave his best faux soft smile, one that seemed appreciative, knowing he fully sold the man his slew of bullshit when he smiled back. he left the facility and as soon as he was out of sight his expression hardened. he stepped easily out of the general public sight and in a darkened area where he left his things in a unassuming worn-down crate. he kicked the wall with a agitated grunt before squatting own and hastily unzipping his bookbag, pulling out his well-loved bomber jacket, the glaring wolf emblem displaying proudly as he pulled it onto his body. he tucked his gun into the back of his pants and pulled on his black medical mask, grumpily fumbling for his burner phone. still fuming he unlocked it with his digital fingerprint and selected the app he needed, opening it up to the particular contact he was looking for. then he sent what would be his final, yet obscure text to the number: 'nice try. better find a good hiding spot :) ♡ ’ knowing that he could get away with swiping the cctv footage later he gave the security camera a final glance, shooting a peace sign up and holding it for a moment before he twisted his wrist, letting the index fall to showcase his middle finger. then, without another moments hesitation he turned on his heel and made his way down the dark street, ready to finish what had been started.

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When he finally exhaled a long stream of smoke, he looked up at me and mumbled: "Everything is graceless in the world. We live. We die. We go on and on... workin', and breathin', and livin'. And it's not easy, ya'know? The road we're gonna drive on is bumpy as hell. And there's gonna be slips and falls and that's okay. Because nothin' is smooth sailin'. And that's what makes it beautiful."

Jackie to Benjamin, "Graceless"

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"When he finally exhaled a long stream of smoke, he looked up at me and mumbled: "Everything is graceless in the world. We live. We die. We go on and on... workin', and breathin', and livin'. And it's not easy, ya'know? The road we're gonna drive on is bumpy as hell. And there's gonna be slips and falls and that's okay. Because nothin' is smooth sailin'. And that's what makes it beautiful.""

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And then I realized, that's it. That was the story. And the ending fucking sucked. So I took the pen and crossed out the last line and kept writing. It'll end when I say it does.

excerpt from "Graceless"

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I think I said no to you once, but then I forgot why and said "yes" when you asked me again.

Benjamin to Jackie, "Graceless"

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The first time I punched someone was in the fifth grade. It was a rounded boy with snot on his shirt and bad breath. He kept pulling at this girls hair -- just yanking it. Over. And over. And over again. And she kept telling him to stop, but he kept doing it. And she started crying and I just curled my fist and hit him. They thought I had broken my fingers back then, because they couldn't uncurl my hand. They couldn't get my fingers to move. They sent me to the ER; there were X-Rays, Blood Tests, the works. It wasn't until my mother came into the room where I was sitting on the table, fist still closed, did I find out what was wrong. I had this thing where my body would just freeze up. Be paralyzed for a while. And it should of been scary, but it wasn't. Because in fifth grade, you thought it wouldn't be a problem. But it was. I became a social stigma. And I barely could even figure out my times tables.

excerpt from "Graceless"

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"And then I realized, that's it. That was the story. And the ending fucking sucked. So I took the pen and crossed out the last line and kept writing. It'll end when I say it does."

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jakob couldn’t be any sweeter if he tried, but being constantly walked over can change a person; dustin vibrated with the music and sailed where the wind blew him, but eventually he has to really face the music that’s been turned up on him at full blast; alexander knew what he wanted, but what he wants can make or break him; and jess only wanted to get ahead in life, but does getting ahead mean leaving behind the most important thing to him?

the gamechangers don’t only mix things up, but they are the beginning and the end of much too much, and just not enough.

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michele has no problem being her own person and telling rather then showing, but trying too hard to be someone else can make you jaded; clarke always was honest, bluntly so, but there’s always a chance he’ll loose something special if he speaks at the wrong time; dylan only ever wanted to get through life without problems, but falling in love with someone you can’t have makes you desperate; and blake has been the reason why everything came together, but grasping onto something too tightly will eventually make it break.

the clingers seem to always be grasping at straws, and sometimes they can grab the right one, or loose their grip and fall right off.