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Look what my boyfriend got me!
Thinking about how Coyote and Angel can pass as fraternal twins because they look so alike and were both embraced at 24. Coyote's a total of ten years older than him. I feel the lines of their relationship has become really uniquely blurred.
Yes, they're siblings but there are a few instances where Coyote's his deadbeat parent, they're not quite twins but post-Embrace they develop a dynamic that's similar to that of twins. In a new category that's entirely different from typical mortal relationships, they're previously blood-bonded childe and sire.
After an entire 24 years of Coyote trying to keep him on the right path, the signal's changed entirely to "If you can gain an advantage, take it. If you need to survive, do it by any means necessary. You're your first priority, don't worry helping anybody else until you can afford to give things away for free."
⋆。‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧。⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!
[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional
[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail
[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head
[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough
[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower
[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances
[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs
[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering
[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion
[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly
[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart
[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them
[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"
[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it
[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive
[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame
[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish
[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them
[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more
[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”
[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time
[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard
[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back
[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow
[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will
[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release
[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control
[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t
[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way
[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.
[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air
[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again
[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch
[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work
[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver
[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch
𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞
❝ get on your knees—now. ❞
❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞
❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞
❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞
❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞
❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞
❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞
❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞
❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞
❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞
❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞
❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞
❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞
❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞
❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞
❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞
❝ take it. like that. good. ❞
❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞
❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞
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01. a television series i recently enjoyed is …, The Vampire Lestat, The Sopranos, Aeon Flux, and Spawn. 02. a meal or food that brings me the most comfort is …, Sushi but also Cane's chicken tenders. If there's two food I can put down a lot of, it's those. 03. one to three songs i've had on repeat lately are …, Snake Dance by The March Violets, Cherry Pie by Sade, and Burnin' For You by Blue Öyster Cult. 04. my favorite go-to hobbies or pastimes are …, Reading, writing, tinkering with Blender, and mobile sorting games. 05. the pets i have at home (if applicable) are …, I have three German Shepherds. Ammy, Dempsey, and Xochitl. 05. the apps on my phone with the most screentime are …, Tumblr, Discord, and probably one of my stinky sorting games. 06. something that always gives me heavy nostalgia is …, Very early summer mornings. The kind where the sun's harsh on your skin but they air's still cool. 07. the earliest fandom i can remember joining was …, Devil May Cry. Met my bestie through it! 08. my zodiac sign is …, Scorpio 09. the last book i finished reading was …, My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell. Excellent but holy shit, emotionally speaking, it's a difficult read. 10. my opinion on ghosts and hauntings are …, I'm a skeptical believer as somebody who's experienced a lot of odd shit in my life. But I believe a lot of things can be rationally explained. 11. a few of my all-time favorite films are …, The Crow (1994), Nosferatu (1979 + 2024), Suspiria (1977), Death Proof, Candyman (1992) 12. if i could cast an actor to play myself, it would be …, I would like to be portrayed by a muppet or somebody who doesn't look like me at all for comedic effect. 13. i'm currently obsessed with … My own OCs. I need to pop them like water balloons.

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I've been completely alone. Eating alone, spending my nights alone and I never questioned it. Not once. - from heather!
. ݁⋆⁺₊✧ 🔪ཀཀ : BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ...
"Isolation is a killer. I used to be the same. Had a whole little stint with some self-imposed exile. Nobody but the stray cats that'd take my offerings, but scattered when I stepped out into my patch of dirt the landlord called 'the backyard'. The world is full of killers anyway. So why not hide away where I'm the only one who can get me?" Coyote fiddled with their lighter. A firm thumb tried to dislodge the jammed flint wheel to no avail. They softly huffed as they realized they were just going to have to wait until they got home to fix it.
They flipped it shut with a hollow, metallic sound. "You get hungrier, you get poorer. You have to find bigger killer to suck up to, and hope you don't get tripped onto their plate." Looking up at Heather, their voice lightened for only a second. "What a drag!"
Watching over her features, her red hair and green eyes lined by dark glasses. "You're a pretty girl. It's shocking that you're so alone. Unless you mean the 'alone' where you're surrounded all the time, but everybody seems so far away in a way you can't put into words. You can barely even put it into thoughts. Like having a conversation with somebody at the end of a long, dark hallway."
"I can't promise I'm the best company, but how about I hang around with you for the night?" Coyote suggested. "Two loners just talking the night away. I have a few hours before I have to get home."
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"The lucky ones go to Hell."
"When I was still alive I would throw my things. My dolls. I loved them so much but in my rages I would break their little faces but I loved them enough to glue them back together. I really do miss my dolls."
She hummed nodding. "He's still beautiful. Just disappointing. Very disappointing." She said with a frustrated huff. "It was wonderful. She felt like she had been reborn. Like none of her awful human life mattered. This was a new chance. A new fresh start. She took to the gift quite well. She was a fierce predator like her maker and how she loved going hunting with him. Back in those days she felt no one understood her better and both fathers showered her with gifts and all the affection they had for her. For a time they were happy."
Coyote shrugged. "Maybe some new dolls are in order. I have a few lying around. I can bring them to you. They haven't been played with in a long time and they could use a little love." Although it might sting to part with a few, they knew they shouldn't cling so hard to things they don't have any use for.
"It's good that she took to the transformation so well. It's not an easy one transition for most who have it imparted to them." A child, a fierce predator. They try to imagine it, reborn directly and permanently into the role of the ingénue. This reality sounded like a double-edged sword. "This foreshadowing is harrowing. You're good at telling stories. That happiness didn't last, did it?"

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Coyote wiped the imaginary sweat from their brow as they stepped out into the alleyway. Out of the poker room and through the nondescript blank door into the dimly lit open. All they'd been doing was overseeing their boss rake in the dollars, having been banned from the table for cheating at the last game. If they didn't want anybody cheating, maybe they should've hidden their hands better.
It'd gotten stuffy and panicked. The ghoul sitting next to them was sweating up a storm as he bet his domitor's saving away. All-in-all, boring and suffocating with that guy's BO. "Who let that guy in, anyway?" They pulled up a milk crate and sat under a pale blue light.
Abruptly, their head whipped around. A small scuttling somewhere in the alleyway. They craned their neck, unable to locate the source of the sound. "Ayo?" They called out. Bemused, they lit a cigarette with a furrowed brow.
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The sun had set over the city once more and like clockwork, Coyote's eyes snapped open as they did the moment it was suitably dark outside. With the summer nights being so short, they hardly took any time to linger in bed this time of year. Which bummed them out more than anything. It didn't even get hot enough for them around here. They missed the disdainfully hot and arid summers of the ranchlands they spent their childhood in, the dry lightning and golden grass. It was just a tepid-at-most concrete jungle around here.
Dense rubber soles on an ancient pair of army surplus boots beat the concrete as they strutted through the night, trying to catch the gazes of strangers through their mirrored sunglasses. Like nimble fingers flipping wildly through a filing cabinet; faces of young lovers, elderly women with small dogs on the end battered leashes, bland businessmen, and gaggles of gangly teenagers registered. All of which were thrown out of their mind as quickly as they registered. They found none of the specific kind of worldliness they were looking for.
For a moment, Coyote had almost missed him. The faintest glint of cool-toned violet passing them by in the endless flurry of faces. They stopped abruptly and disrupted the foot traffic to the irritation of the sunburnt middle-aged man walking behind them. His utterances didn't disturb them, they just continued to blatantly stare at the younger man who had just passed them by.
After a split second of deliberation, they stepped to the opposite end of the sidewalk to catch up with him. "Hey, man. Long night?" Despite the fatigue on his youthful face, they could feel something simmering behind his eyes. Something insatiable. They were curious as to what it was. "Sorry for bugging you. I'm just looking for conversation and you just kinda stood out to me. Reminded me of somebody I knew back home. Weird guy. Into ham radio. Died after college." Coyote lied.
They took their sunglasses off to reveal amber irises, turbid with specks of gold and brown. "You smoke?"
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It was the middle of the night. He was tired and exhausted, but work didn’t exactly wait. And now was the only time tourism and nightlife in general died down enough to slip in and out of the port without arousing suspicion. The cameras all around were, uh, conveniently all undergoing a server update for a limited one-hour window; security had been paid off to look the other way, and a brawl had just broken out at a nearby dive bar that kept law enforcement temporarily occupied.
Everything went exactly according to plan, as they pulled in with a van, several men jumping out of the back as soon as it came to a standstill. Long Zhi got out of the passenger side himself, scanning their surroundings while the others headed towards the dock the boat would be arriving at. It wasn’t a huge delivery; just a few boxes full of guns, some rifles. All with scratched-out serial numbers and virtually untraceable as long as one was careful enough.
But something was off—they weren’t alone.
The port should be empty, even if only for a short amount of time. They had made sure of that ahead of time, and yet, Long Zhi could see someone off in the distance. From the looks of it, they hadn’t realized someone else had just shown up. So, after signaling his own men to be quiet, Long Zhi quietly made his way across the plentiful shadows, remaining virtually soundless as he moved.
Once close enough, he pulled out one of his knives and pressed it against the person’s back, ready to strike if necessary. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Coyote had been waiting here for an hour, skulking around like the rest of the shady figures that lingered around the edge of the water this late at night. The ports and piers stagnated around this time of the night. Tourists had long since cleared the streets, leaving Cainites to prey on the vagrants, drunken stragglers, unsavory types, and people leaving their graveyard shifts on the docks.
They eyeballed any man who passed them by, making sure they knew they were being watched with either a playfulness or downright malice. As tempting as it was to lure them into dark corners, they were here for work. Silvestre would tear them a new one and thrown them into the bay if this didn't go any other way than flawless.
This cargo was precious. The Camarilla had already tried to get their hands in on this little piece of territory. The Sabbat had already brazenly stolen from those guys at a dead drop in Portrero Point. The only person Coyote feared in this situation was their boss. 'Imperative to our survival, not only as an organization but as a species,' as the old man had said.
A movement behind them. They could see it before it even happened, the phantom of a blade pressed to their back before the vision came to fruition, still they didn't move. Silent rage flared in their stagnate organs. "Put that thing in my back. I'll ruin everybody's night." They snarled as a hand slipped under their leather jacket. Eye over their shoulder, a scry. All they could discern was aggression. "I've got an appointment I'd rather not miss. So let's rein it in and I won't have to be mean to you."
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"Why the fuck does Coyote have the tastes and hobbies of an elderly heterosexual man?" I FORGOT THEY WERE MOSTLY RAISED BY AN ELDERLY HETEROSEXUAL MAN. This also happened when I was like "Why are they so into western wear?" It's the entire part they lived on a ranch for a bit and wanted to be a cowboy.

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Gun smoke and carnage were one thing, the overt reek of something infernal was another. A miasma of it surrounded them and the man they could assume was the perpetrator. Coyote's face twisted into a grimace. "Eugh..." The back of their hand covered their nose. "Not you, the smell." Despite all the awful things they've had the displeasure of sniffing in their life, this smell was one they could hardly abide by.
"It's your lucky day. I'm not in the mood to lay into somebody based on their methods of destruction." Way too flashy, way too messy. "No snacks. Unless you want a cigarette to chew on." On that note, they lit one up in hopes the smoke would force everything else from their senses.
Coyote was here alone. A threat, maybe. A threat to Dante, not at all. They scoffed, dark brows furrowing. "I'm not with these bozos, if that's what you're thinking." The burn of abhorrence tainted their voice. There was something about Coyote, something entirely different. Not at all demonic, still malicious, but stagnant. "Dig the sword. Compensating for something?"