ａ ｔａｓｔｅ ｆｏｒ ｂｌｏｏｄ × Vincent Gallo Cremon × 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟑, 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭﹠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 rpg, strictly in character, mature themes: gore, sexual content, triggering language

It's official: he's tired of being a virgin

Alright

// IM STEALING THAT

Oh... Hello

... when's a good time?

Someone told me I should do this

Is this outfit incognito enough

Give me ten minutes.

Well, that's. True. Unfortunately.

It takes two to tango. You could help me live a little —. Cross out the word and write a new one.

Worship in the bedroom

He's there, a cross-bag pulled to the front, one hand digging into the fabric as he raises the other to knock. He's nervous.

Hand hanging in the air, the priest couldn't keep his jaw from going slack as he looked the man up and down. His face was bright pink and his eyes practically glued to the man's thighs. "Hi—. Hello, Murphy."

OH COME ON

Punch that one cop in the dick

Throwing uncapped pens at him

Hmm... Okay. Drawing stars and swirls all over. Aaand a mustache.

He's nervous, and it shows. He stutters a yes and thank you before stumbling into the house. Make yourself comfortable. He was three sweaters too thin for that. Still, he stuffed himself into the corner of a couch and smiled. "... How are you?"