#thcrnedcrown

#SOURCE | ACCEPTING. TO AND FOR @thcrnedcrown14: KISS ALONG THE HIPS

desires too strong. she can feel her fingers twitching despite her hiding them beneath the sides of her body. lilith adores the feeling of bodies pressing against each other, she happens to enjoy the feeling of pleasing people even more. suggestive nature is enough to keep many men interested by her despite the beauty painted over her face being the first thing they see. 

lilith was molded to be this way.

“don’t hold yourself back.” she spills out from her lips, warm breath lingering over another pair of lips. smirk painted over the other’s before her fingers bring themselves along the underside of his shirt. touch laid over porcelain skin, eyes resting over one another. 

this is all a sinful game played for the both of them. 

she isn’t afraid to display herself in vulnerability, her skin is shown when clothes were discarded to the side of the mattress. knees pressing into the bed, silk sheets crumpled beneath both bodies. curious touches laid out from the both of them, figuring where it’s most pleasurable and sensitive. 

she’s settled on top of him, dominate hands guiding her to where he wants her to be placed. black lace concealing what he wants to see though his finger traces the outline of the strap before it was brought over to her colored locks. fingers tangling themselves into the softness of her hair before she brings herself lower. 

her lips met his own. 

and within a second she’s bringing it over his abdomen, sounds released from leo’s lips and it was encouragement. “keep going,” he breathes out and she sinks even further. feathery kisses over bare hips, fingers brought over the hem of his pants. eager to continue, heart racing in anticipation before she looks up at him for a brief moment. 

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                         Living in the woods, Saebyeok was used to all sorts of animals lurking around his cottage. He doesn’t blame them, living in Seoul in the woods, a cottage is out of the norm for a woodland creature. Though once those who lurk around finish their investigation, they come to find that the cottage and the witch that lives in it is fairly welcoming and kind. Saebyeok loved it when animals came to visit him, he tended to like the furry creatures a lot better than humans. They didn’t talk as much, which Saebyeok found very relaxing and they were always honest. Animals didn’t know how to lie, their emotions were genuine. 

It also wasn’t uncommon for the witch to find an injured animal near his cottage. Sometimes animals would get caught in traps, sometimes squirrels miscalculated their jump and fell too hard, or hit into a tree too hard. There were also holes that got covered by leaves, a fall would hurt the animal. Saebyeok tried hard to make sure physical traps and holes were disarmed and filled in around his place, but sometimes he missed one or two, or they were added by an outside force. Mostly human hunters.

Doing his weekly clean up of the area around his home, he can feel a strange aura. They were scared, in pain. Frowning Saebyeok tries to follow those intense feelings and finds himself a fox, and injured one at that. Tilting his head a bit he starts talking to the creature in a calm and steady voice as he approaches. Usually normal animals don’t understand human speech, but they can take away the mood from the tone in their voice. 

“Hello there...you seem to hurt. Would you like some help? I could help you if you like.”

Saebyeok says softly with a gentle rise of his voice. Crouching down a bit away from the creature  he holds out his hand, letting the fox smell it before he tried to make any further move. Last thing he wanted to do was scare an injured animal more, it would be bad for the both of them. 

         THE GAZE OF Leo’s eyes stuck on the other’s slender frame whilst he had listened to her words. Blonde streaks fell over his almost black coloured orbs while he shook his head. “Not exactly.” The demon murmured with a rather deep baritone. “I wasn’t designed by the hands of Lucifer to obsess anything. I have my own beautiful shell to appeal the human nature as the sin of Lust.” A brazen grin of sort adorned his rosy lips. He felt sorry for those that had to obsess something or someone if he was honest.

{  Open your arms and pray ----- // To the  t r u t h  that you're denying }

shoulders hunched and he’s leaning over his knees like a starved pup from the streets - silent, eyes flickering every few seconds to the figure crouched just inches from him in the darkness. a single shard of light splitting the space between them from the door held just a crack open; their only means of checking outside. whoulda’ thunk it?---- so long ago, he’d been sitting in such a similar way, except that time, his heart was beating so fast it stuck in his throat. made him n a u s e o u s  and jittery.---- now? well.... now he was just embarrassed to be caught in the same spot of trouble.

he swallows; his throat bobbing in a painful way, artist’s eyes carefully studying the side profile of a more than known male -- taemin could even detect the faint sense of warmth that came from his body, so close and so far..... apart. how long had it been? maybe a year--- close to it, anyway. back then, he’d been a little different, he’d admit. but gone was the easily scared taemin, and in its place, one that was hardened by heartbreak and hardship. he’d renewed his fervor for sharp answers, for hostile reactions; he’d needed to, right? it wouldn’t do to let someone close again. it just wouldn’t do...

however, he’s sulking now. caught dead by alec -- shoved into a closet and told to shut up. taemin had been snooping too far and the poor little boy had gotten all tangled up in his escape ---! good thing someone else was causing a racket as well --- but now both were holed up in a hiding space, resting silent and in wait for a chance to run. the artist sits with his bony back against the wall of the closet, arms crossed around bruised knees, his lip swollen and sore (taken a punch too before he’d gotten in), grubby sneakers, ripped jeans and long sleeves pooled around his paint-swatched hands. maybe his attitude had changed bu taemin was still the pathetic sight.

aside from family, her sister and cousin mostly --- jess wouldn’t have said she had many close friends in seoul. her attitude was something decisive in korea, it seemed, she didn’t smile enough or give off the warm vibes that most seemed to do;; as such, jess was usually found in her office when she had free time. preferring to keep busy than to aimlessly wander her apartment looking for something to do -- 

a sunday sight of her leaving that very same office in the midst of seoul was not unsual for her, a tote bag slung over her forearm, locking the white-wooden doors into her studio - she’s leaving for the day. lock swung and clicked, she pockets the jangling bunch of keys and turns, short heels clicking against the floor beneath her until they skid to a stop. jess suddenly left looking at a silent figure before her; a passing of surprise crosses her features before she speaks -- when had she arrived?

“Ah--- are you okay?-- What are you doing here?”

SUMMARY: caught in the act of feeding. one meal isn’t enough. boredom of junwoo strikes when the person he immediately kills off barely puts a challenge. and of course, he might as well give a meal to taesun.

boredom strikes this male once again, actually his hunger was beginning to take over. he tells a woman he’s been speaking to, to meet him after work to grab something to eat. surprisingly, he manages to digest the taste of the meal she ended up picking for the both of them because he’s done this so many times. junwoo is a man of charming words, to make someone smile and laugh; make them come closer to him. 

it works, most of the time. like tonight, it happens - his lips pressed against her own. a way of saying goodbye and she acknowledges the darkness of the alleyway, this wasn’t the route to her home. he apologizes softly for what he’s going to do. fingers grasped onto the side of her neck, suffocation as her eyes meet into his own. a smile paints over his visage as bones begin to crack delicately within his touch. 

this was his actual meal for the night. 

“you again?” junwoo says out loud, attraction of death seeps within the other nose most likely which is why they meet eye to eye once again. this isn’t the first time they’ve met, similarity in species somehow connects them together because no one else can attract this scent the way they could. 

index finger glides over his lower lip before tongue pokes out in order to fetch the taste of the woman within his mouth. appearance was different, sharpness on the edges of his teeth, shade of crimson over orbs. he backs away from the mess that was made, the rotten taste from his previous meal wiped away. thanks to this beautiful woman he can’t forget.

recipient: @thcrnedcrown

muse(s): Jaewook

Oh, Jaewook believed. Well, he believed bits of the story at least. He’s met his fair share of ghosts, hybrids and ghouls alike. A familiar, however, was an entirely different thing. Witch communities were quite closed off in general and any books advertising themselves as witch bibles had to be taken with a grain of salt -- the wisdom presented in them was often either outdated or just a huge pile of shite in general. One such fact he read in one of the said witching-witch-books-on-witchcraft was that familiars were closely connected to their charge. Separation could be draining and physically painful and yet...

          he couldn’t pinpoint when they had been standing so close together,   it’s been too long ago      &      he felt how it tingled in his fingertips,   wanting to reach out to hold her face,   hold her against his chest      ------      to kiss her until their breaths were taken away.   all of it had he missed but,   they never grew to the point where kyojin wanted them to.   it was against all his rules of living to be so intimate with someone, who wasn’t his in the form of romance.   minhee was just always that one exception,   the one woman he couldn’t keep himself away from;   he didn’t want to stay away.