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Needle in my veins
I can't drown my demons,
They know how to swim.
Chanyeol. 23. human
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“/That bad/ you ask?” Chanyeol said on a mocking tone, rather amused by the question since Jongin could not remember even a spark of what he had done. It was a damn massacre. He ruined that female. It would have been pure luck or a wild guess if anyone could recognize her. Her face was ruined, her body ... well, almost disassembled. Chanyeol couldn’t understand how his friend did not enjoy those things. Having the pleasure of ruining people like that was art. Chanyeol looked up to his friend’s work, even if Jongin was disgusted and scared by his own doings. Chanyeol still stayed by Jongin’s side because he knew the struggle of putting up with others who deemed them “insane”. Their voices were real. Their subconscious was talking to them and they were blessed with it, at least that was what Chanyeol thought, in his distorted reality.
“It is absolutely horrible, Jongin, but I have to say I am impressed, as usually. A great piece of art, if you ask me. /They/ would never understand. You cannot either, but it is fine.” He said with a light smile as he patted the other’s head, his fingers threading through the damp silver strands, humming lowly at the feeling of wetness filling the spaces between his digits. /They/ were the sane ones who thought a crime was something bad. What was so bad about being a criminal anyway? Chanyeol only shrugged subtly as he didn’t want to think about such things, but in the end it all mattered if he had lived his live like he wanted to and not like how others dictated him. His voices were there only to help him.
Chanyeol’s eyes were now focused completely on Jongin’s, staring deeply in the depth of darkness, shaking his head slowly in response to the other’s string of questions. “Of course not, Jongin. I won’t ever leave you alone.” He said honestly, Chanyeol knowing he wasn’t lying and that he would never lie to the other about it. Jongin was special in his own way of being and he often screamed for protection. For some reasons, Chanyeol was there to help him and he wasn’t bothered by it. Sure, there were times when he felt the urge to hurt Jongin as well, but protecting him was more important. “You can sleep at my place, if you want, Jongin. I do not mind your presence and no one will bother you at night.” He added, still looking in his eyes, fingers brushing through the silver abundance, a smile subtly tugging at his lips.
Stepping backwards, Chanyeol looked around and tilted his head from side to side, a few bones cracking in the process. “I will go clean it all up. You just rest. I will come back when I am done.” He said and walked inside the bathroom, grabbing a bucket, filling it with water. He looked through the cabinets while the water was filling the recipient and grabbed a towel, which would be soaked in blood soon. After adding some random cleaning solution he came acroos, Chanyeol made his way out of the bathroom and of the bedroom, ignoring Jongin’s presence for now, closing the door. Looking at the tainted hallway, he found himself shaking his head slowly. “Let’s get this done fast.” He spoke to himself on a calm and quite tone, beginning to clean the blood off the walls, rubbing the towel against the massive whiteness, rewarding it with its almost initial state. The psychopath was soon accompanied by a low hum in the back of his mind as he continued to do his work, each wall receiving the same attention as the hallway. He would have to do something with the carpets which were a big problems, but probably burning them would be the best. Taking them somewhere in the wild and just setting them on fire so no proof would be left. Of course, that might have just happened to the body as well. Chanyeol just had to decide what his demons wanted to do with that beautifully massacrated corpse.
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ✚ CY & JI
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Lick Me
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Chanyeol had no idea who that person was. He was clueless about his whereabouts. How did he even land there? All he was aware about was that intoxicating aroma delighting his taste buds, a mixture of blood with smoothness. It was dark and silent and every move echoed in his ears. It was just them alone in the dark and he smirked at the power between them, fighting to push one or another against the rough walls. And he damn right liked it.
He was hungry. The psychopathic student sank his teeth deep in the nephilim’s neck, but soon after released it. His tongue traced a slow line up to the limit with his jawline and pressed it flatly at a certain point, feeling the addictive pulse. After a light nip between his sharp teeth, Chanyeol lightly traced the tip of his tongue up to the earlobe, whispering lowly. “You are damn delicious, stranger.” this low, husky voice released the sounds which broke the silence in the darkness, his tongue once again tasting the other’s skin. Earlier he abused his lips with harsh bites so that his tongue could have fun soothing it. Truth be told, the dulcet flavour of flesh combined with the metalic taste of blood was a heavenly delight and an addiction. Maybe he should repeat it, Chanyeol thought and followed suit to his thoughts.
#himchancel#meme#thank you for sending#sorry for taking decades to write UGH T_T#sorry it sucks orz#lacking so much T_T
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Leave me and tease me (squeals because there's another human hunter in this rp and welcome btw ^^)
Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
A fellow co-worker from the Organization. The location, a club. From a tracking and chasing mission it turned into a “Let’s just take a break and have fun tonight.” night. The music was loud, the noise was rather disturbing, but the alcohol in their blood did good in making all the inhibitions disappear and all the fun kick in. Chanyeol was normally a very chill person, especially with his mental illness, but this time he was in the mood to loosen, but still keep up with the amusement.
Their dance was drifting to a sexual zone and Chanyeol knew way too well where it could lead that night. He could see his co-worker just as interested in him as he was, but maybe it was fun to tease her. Easily towering over her, hand secured around her neck, holding the glass of alcohol, the hunter male brushed back a few strands of the female’s strands behind her ear, cupping her cheek. One more moment and they were already kissing and almost devouring each other, all thanks going to the alcohol. A passionate game of tongues and different exchanges of taste, saliva and warmth and Chanyeol felt the tight hold on his clothes. Surely it could have ended with a nicely sex session, but, of course, Chanyeol was a prankster.
After some intense moments of kissing, touching and flirting, Chanyeol pulled away from the other, his eyes flying completely somewhere else and smirked once he spotted another prey. “Oh, look there.” he said as he took a step back and brushed a thumb along his lower lip to erase the amount of saliva there, looking at his fellow colleague with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Have fun for the rest of the night~” he said as he waved his hand and turned around, getting lost in the crowd.
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Give Me
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift
Chanyeol was in the mood to have some fun. So he picked one of the files from the Organization which read the name -Kwon “Megan” Yuri- and decided to check a few details and her background. He was surely going to have some fun with this one.
Unlike the other times when Chanyeol usually approached them and threw different baits at them, this time he decided to play incognito. He called a fellow partner and ordered one of his “beauties”. What was a beauty more exactly? A particular arachnid called Tarantula. He had it specially ordered in a glass box. Just imagine the shock of seeing the beauty and then dropping it. Free. The beautiful spider would wander around and maybe, just maybe and luckily, bite that damn creature.
Chanyeol had it nicely wrapped in a red printed paper, carefully with a black ribbon on top. Maybe he could give her a little warning about the misfortune that would come in her way. Or maybe it was just a nice combination of colours. Setting it in a medium square box, he sent it off to the address he had discovered in his research and waited. Hopefully the tarantula would bite the target and save him some work.
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torture me
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
It had been quite a while since Chanyeol caught someone. It was truly embarrassing for him, who took pride in his adventures, to not have had any activity in the past month. The subject was one of those heavenly creatures and Chanyeol was having the time of his life. Blood graced the hunter’s vicious expression, licking his lips in order to taste the metal flavour of the red liquid which sprayed from his victim’s body.
The sharp blade twirled around Chanyeol’s fingers and he smirked at the chained angel, whistling an addictive tune. “Do you know why we are here?” he asked, his smirk being barely visible in the undergroud hideout. “Because I like to scar my victims before I hand them out to the scientists. They will have fun with you as well, but I am offering you a special treat for what is waiting for you.” he said on a low tune, before reaching the scalpel to the bare torso, slitting the beautiful pale skin, the subtle string of vivid red exiting through the fresh wound, the whine coming from the subject being a true soothing tone to the psycho’s ears.
“I would love to see your heart. Or feel it. Or hold it.” he said, licking his lips and stressing the line, deeper on the skin to cut the muscles underneath as well, smiling brighter and brighter. “Ah, look how beautiful.” he whispered to himself holding the other’s chin and pushing it backwards, his scalpel beginning to draw another line, starting from the angel’s Adam’s apple and going down, down, lower on his neck and chest, easily reaching his torso and slitting a perpendicular line as well, but this time mindlessly and carelessly on the abdomen. Chanyeol heard in return the beautiful scream of desperation and pain. “Louder, you godly creature, I want your God to hear how bad I am and send me to the deepest pits of Hell, because I want to see how bad he can be.” his mad tone was soon followed by his maniacal laughter and threw a set of punches in the victims face. “I’ll show you attention until you lose your consciousness five times.” his eyes glowed in the darkness, stepping back a little, landing a hit in his sides to watch more blood leave the weak body. “Prepare yourself mentally. This is just warm up.”
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“Newsflash, Kim Jongin.” Chanyeol announced as he forced his feet inside of his sport shoes, sighing heavily, considering he was in no mood to bend down in order to untie and tie his laces once again. The student tried his best to make himself comfortable in the shoes he slipped out forcefully without undoing them earlier in the day. “I am not your nanny to take care of you 24/7. I have a life, which, by the way, is entertaining. I am trying to live between all those fuckers in university who think we are “mentally unstable”. Fuckers, they ain’t knowing what good life means. They are the mad ones.” he spat the words viciously as he made his way outside of his apartment and slammed the door, locking it afterwards. “Gotcha. I will run to you and rescue you, Juliet.” he said jokingly, hoping that he would find his friend safe and sound...or at least conscious.
When the call ended, Chanyeol tapped the phone screen lightly, the location of his friend appearing soon and he smirked subtly. Not that far, much to his convenience. Taking a deep breath, Chanyeol arranged the snapback on his head and pulled the hood over it, securing the backpack on his shoulders before he sprinted towards his destination. He had to get there as fast as possible and clean all the evidence, carry the body out of the premises, make it disappear as usually and, last, but not least, drag Jongin out of the murder scene. For some reason, Jongin managed to get under his skin quite easily. Maybe it was their voices that brought them together. However Jongin was different from him, but they understood each other. Jongin was more human than him, Jongin knew fear, Jongin knew love and disappointment, whereas Chanyeol only looked for and found amusement. Chanyeol may have been a little luckier with his psychopathy. Chanyeol might have also been unfortunate to not be able to experience a wider range of feelings.
It took him about fifteen minutes of sprinting to get to the location, cheers to all the morning jogging which helped him reach such scores. He looked around the apartment unit, sniffling something rotten at the third floor and once he started looking around, he noticed a small crack along one of the doors. Without hesitation, he entered the apartment and closed the door after pulling the paper out of the way, locking it just to be sure they would not receive any surprises. He heard the faint sound of shower and walked through the generously blood-decorated hallway, entering the (surprisingly) blood-free bedroom. He slipped his backpack off and pulled out the fresh clothes out, taking a note and writing down.
“You owe me 3 shirts, 4 pair of jeans and a dozen of boxers as interest rate for doing this job for free.
P.S. Don’t exit the bedroom until I tell you.”
He drew a smiley emoji sticking his tongue out on the side before silently opening the door of the bathroom and sliding inside the clothes, closing it once again silently.
Time to get down to the real business, Chanyeol thought as he aimed one of his pills between his teeth and munched on the bitterness with the inevitable scrunch of his nose and a twitch of his left eye. Medicinal gloves covered his hands soon and he opened all the cabinets and wardrobes widely until he managed to find a luggage, quite a big one. It was his lucky day. He pulled the trunk after himself, smirking widely when he found the corpse laying on the living room, but, as many times before, some parts were missing.
The smell of fresh blood was quite alluring and Chanyeol felt bad that he couldn’t torture that female as well. He stuffed the body in the luggage, curling it in the best way, managing to crack her neck in the process along with a broken leg to make it more comfortable. What a delight. The sound of cracking bones was a sweet symphony to his ears. The luggage would be soaked in blood in no time. “Where the fuck is that hand?” he asked cluelessly, looking around the house and mumbled lowly to himself. “I hope it didn’t fly off the window or something.” he cursed silently afterwards, but the kitchen was the answer, luckily spotting it in the sink. That insatiable bastard, his demons were truly hungry sometimes. Chanyeol threw the hand in the luggage as well before packing it nicely and zipping it closed.
Sitting up, he looked at the overall picture and shook his head slowly, his tongue tracing his mollars and tasting the prickling bitterness. “Oh boy. So much blood.” he mumbled, but rolled up his sleeves, sighing heavily while making his way towards the bedroom where Jongin supposedly was. Entering without warning, he looked around for the other, clearing his throat. “We need to clean this place. Can you handle it or will you rest for about an hour and leave it all to me? The bed looks comfortable enough.” he suggested as he pointed towards it, no amusement in his tone, no trace of joke on his expression either since Chanyeol was very serious. It was safe to say that he cared for Jongin, but it was probably because Jongin reminded him of himself. If he could, he would teach the younger how to lose all those feelings of remorse, but he had no idea how to share his secret of not caring.
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ✚ CY & JI
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celxjia [accidently replied in private]
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
He wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up there. Chanyeol had no idea why he chose such a movie, but he ended up glued to a cinema seat, his eyes sliding from the screen to any other possible distraction because that movie was plain boring. There was something that kept bugging him however. The female next to him, for whatever reason, kept on fluttering her hands around and her arm ended in his proximity, invading his personal space. She probably didn’t even notice from all the giggles with her friends.
Annoying, he thought. She wouldn’t miss that arm too much if we break it and pull it out of her articulations, right? I bet her screams are pretty. his voices added inside of his head and he could only chuckle lowly, barely audible at those thoughts. Truly those were some great ideas, but Chanyeol was too exposed to do something like that. Instead, he thought of something else. Maybe it was a spontanuous act since he didn’t think /that/ much about it anyway.
He tilted his head and without giving much thought, he parted his lips, his canines instantly capturing the female’s wrist and his teeth sank rather harshly in her skin. He could felt all the joints and bones of the thin wrist, furhtermore he let his teeth indulge in the warm skin before releasing it when she pulled it back rapidly and yelped (or was it a scream?) at his action. “Keep your hands in your own seat.” he simply said, avoiding her gaze, pretending to be attentive at the movie. He could hear whispers and curses and he could only smirk. Yes, he was insane.
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break me.
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Chanyeol was looking forward to it, oh, how he wished to crash her dreams and stomp on them. He couldn’t even wait to give her the news. It had been a year since he courted her. He started taking her out on dates, he asked her for a coffee or two at first, he was taking his time to “get to know her”, when in fact he knew more about her and her origins than she could have imagined. She had no idea she was going out with a human who could be worse than the devil himself.
Chanyeol had been there to witness her father’s death and enjoyed every inch of it. The beautiful screams, the bloody tears, the inevitable struggle, all combined were a perfect drug for his sight and hearing. He also heard of his daugher when she was captured by the organization, but that stupid colleague of his let her go. He deserved to pay. Chanyeol would have his share of fun with that human as well at some point.
Chanyeol faked his feelings throughout the months, mirroring hers and just reading and watching a lot of cheesy movies. It was truly disgusting at some point, but he wanted to taste sadness, sorrow and desperation in a cambion’s breath when he would reveal the truth. He had to be sure she had fallen in love.
They swayed to the silent music playing in the background of his apartment and he smiled rather bitterly, but pleased. They were enjoying the silence, but his lips pressed closer to her ear and he whispered lowly as he recalled their most intimate moments and how hot his sheets burned when they became one. “Do you know who I truly am?” he asked as his arm wrapped tighter around her waist and he smirked, his voice darkned, his tongue spilling poison in his mouth.
“Your father would be ashamed to hear you gave yourself to the one who slit his throat.” he shamelessly lied, though he had been there to see his suffering. “Your father would be ashamed to hear you slept and fell for a hunter. Your mother probably would have died only hearing about it.” he continued as he gripped her hands behind her back to be sure she would not escape his deathly hold or attack him. “It would truly be an honour to take your life as well.” he confessed with a devious smile decorating his lips as he looked in her devastated eyes, tears easily rolling down her cheeks and Chanyeol was no where near feeling any mercy. “I am not capable of nurturing those silly feelings which you or any other human is.” he whispered lowly as his eyes widened and he leaned closer to speak even lower. “They say I am insane. I like to call it “living life better”. Would you like to die in my arms tonight or would you prefer me to drag you to the organization, sweetness?” he asked as he could hear the tremble in her limbs and smell the fear on her silent lips. He ruined a human being. He ruined a half demon and he wanted to forge further and pull her heart out. Chanyeol only wanted to see her crumble and lose everything. Humans in their raw conditions tended to be the most entertaining. Love must have truly hurt for those who allowed it in their lives.
#celbyul#meme#thank you for sending~#went through your background and thought about this#I hope it is fine T_T
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Chanyeol was casually browsing the internet to check the latest news and he saw how the list of missing people, smirking subtly as he recognized a face among some of them. “Losers. Never knowing how to trace down a person.” he said to himself, quite proudly, considering it was maybe the 10th time already that he got away with a crime being filed as a “missing case”.
His phone vibrated announcing a string of text messages and he opened them, frowning slightly as he read them and knew right away who the sender was. He pressed the call button without further hesitation, sighing heavily before he heard the ringing stop. He answered, Chanyeol thought.
“Good day, kind sir. You have made an appointment at “Come and Pick up my fucking victims’ corpse.” We would kindly like to inform you that Next Time It Would Be Nice To Give Me A Call As Well! Fun without “friends” is no fun, Jongin.” he said on a mocking tone at first, before playfully getting annoyed afterwards while making his way to the closet to look for some spare jeans and shirt. Learning from the past was something Chanyeol wouldn’t take in consideration, unless it was Jongin. Taking some extra clothes with him was better than spending money on them to replace the tainted ones.
“I will track down your location from your messages. Just don’t start screaming, don’t look at the body, hide in the bathroom or something, wash your hair in the meantime aaaand pray to that so-called God you aren’t on the other side of the city, okay?” he spoke on a casual tone, just like any other time, stuffying the clothes in his backpack and walking to the entrance to slip into his shoes while waiting for confirmation from his asylum acquaintance. “And do not faint, okay, Jongin?” he asked again just to be sure he wouldn’t have to deal with two corpses and maybe some damn witnesses as well. Chanyeol loathed witnesses. What was why he killed them.
ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ✚ CY & JI
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Bite Me
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Details weren’t all that important. What mattered was that Chanyeol ended up in bed with a petite, but quite alluring female. A deathly vibe continuously surrounded her and Chanyeol sure as Hell loved such vibes. He tasted death before and he wouldn’t regret trying it again, if it involved some pleasure time as well.
Stripped of clothes and of all other inhibitions, he let his curious hands discover the other’s skin, palms registering the smooth texture as his lips soon followed example. From her knee, lower towards the inner side of her thigh, he found a spot which he would mark. Without hesitation his teeth dug in the plush texture, in the layer of flesh, a vibrant and content hum leaving his lip as his canines enjoyed the sensation of sinking into the warmth. He nipped at the spot as his hands gripped firmly from the outer side and held firmly, almost bruising onto the limb. He felt temptation, he wanted to bite until it bleed.
It took only a few moments of teasing before he sucked harshly and forced the blood to nearly reach the surface, creating the beautiful mark which might or might not have the female remember their actions for the following days. He licked his freshly marked spot and turned his gaze up at her, smirking subtly as he suggested his previous moved, licking his lips and diving lower. The would surely enjoy the night.
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