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Anthropophagous || Narsha + Crowley
He felt the soft touch of the spider on his body and he could not help but to smile. “You’re so nice to the touch…” He said quietly. Of course Crowley still did not move, understanding that the widow is very cautious and could attack out of fear at any moment. He dimmed his light a bit to make sure not to blind the nocturnal creature.
He raised his temperature to make the room a little warmer wondering if that will calm the female even a bit. “I am willing to repent in any way you deem good enough, Black Diamond. I am here unarmed save from my own powers. If it will make you forgive me, I am willing to promise not to use them…” He knew he was risking a lot but then again even if she killed him, he’d only get reborn anyways, so all he was risking was a little pain and he was more than used to that.
"Why..?" The question caught him of guard and he stumbled to look for a credible answer "Have you seen yourself? You are a beautiful gem, a creature of myth and magic just as myself…" He smiled at where the deep voice was coming from. "I just… wanted to see the majestic beast. I wanted to give you your due respect, possibly study your behaviour - if you let me. I am… how should I put this. I am an amateur of everything extraordinary and you, my dear, are exactly what I mean by ‘extraordinary’…” He shrugged “I just could not help myself.. I am sure you know the feeling…” he winked at the Spider.
It was hard to make the widow budge on her stance. A determined creature of will, she remained fearless though he bore no threat. It could almost be said that she wasn't interested in him, simply because his eyes sparkled and he was like a child in a candy shop. He wasn't frightened, he was elated. Overjoyed at what he found instead of filled with terror. The last Phoenix she knew, well he wasn't fond of her per say, rather wary, yet this one was not.
"Oh shush." frankly this wide-eyed wonder boy was a little annoying with his ever so keen interest in her. Almost wanting to bear a frown though the compliments that were floating into her mind made it hard for her to do so. "Whilst flattery is sweet, it is not your saving grace." in other words it was getting under her skin for now. One of the reasons could be due to the simple fact she had never been treated this way. So it had to be lies or just someone trying too hard to suck up.
She moved cautiously, examining, waiting-- the fibers of black silk that held the phoenix captive coiled even thicker "I can be many things to the touch." nice, was not something she heard.
Penumbra ; Narsha & Yongguk
As he tried to cut the strands holding him down, more appeared to push and pin him in her hold. He growled in frustration, huffing as he got nowhere, lips pursing as he was shoved like a boat on tempest waves. “That I am.” He admitted, though still quite wary of how she’d accept his observation of her. The dark was no obstacle for him; in fact he quite thrived in it, being adverse to the sun’s burning rays. In this, he could see her clearly above him, able to watch her as the abundance of her hair toyed with him. It wasn’t a situation he enjoyed being in, though normally being underneath a particularly beautiful female would have him all smiles. Undoubtedly he could free himself if he put in a little more effort, but the task might wind up breaking more than the woman’s intricate web. In fact, if he did so it could ruin any good-natured relationship that could possibly form between them.
As brutish as Yongguk could be, he tried to think ahead at times like these, attempting to find the spot of least resistance in the web that he could. “If you would let me explain, I think we could find some common ground. Not to mention, I doubt you’d find my flavor all that enjoyable. I’m rather decayed within.” He tested the waters, though she seemed quite as ruthless as he was prone to be on occasion. She might not care for his silver-tongued whispers beneath the star speckled sky. “I’m not human either.” It seemed careless to throw that out now, as she could likely infer it from his ramblings thus far, but then it never hurt to cover his bases. “I was just… interested. You seemed so fascinating, so elegant. I wanted to know more about you.”
“I was just observing you, but I happened into your web by accident.” He was pattering now, wasting time as she made up her mind to make a meal of him or not. A mess would certainly be made if she did, as he had no intentions of going easy, but if her web was any indication of her strength over all then he would have a hell of a time escaping. Preparing for the worst, he glanced around him, estimating how far the branches were that held the web in place. He would bring whole trees down if he had to, and certainly they could be of some help deterring her from swallowing him whole.
Futile attempts of freedom gave the widow a hearty chuckle that merely purred in her throat, sounds muffled behind tiers of plush roseate. Even if the male in her grasp was not filled with terror, he had the reaction of any captured prey. A desire to escape, it was a just want to be filled with though it could be a simple fairy tale for most. For superior creatures, it must be difficult to accept that their life hang in the balance of the widow's choice. That and it was a feeling the widow had experienced herself, knowing herself how she disliked it.
Now, with every word that could drip from between his lips, the widow was examining her prey, in such a way that may seem... like an action of pity. Taunting him with her dark and endless gaze, a grin waking in the spread of rosy lips revealing pearls of teeth. If she received a nickle for every prey that tried to convince her otherwise of how they should not be eaten, she would probably be a wealthy widow. It was such a sad and pathetic attempt for escape; pitiful that he even suggested it, as if he were the first to ever grace her ears with such foolishness. "Actually-- what you should know is that your flavor sits upon my tongue quite well." it certainly would not be the first she's ever bitten into a vampire. Yes, from his scent alone she figured as much-- his personality slightly giving it away as well.
"I knew you were not human the moment you found yourself tangled up-- though I should say... you fell into my trap like a stupid human would anyway." so much for his observance, she thought. "Mmh-- accident, right." she chuckled, hair binding him as the shoving come to cease with a snug embrace. A large and bulbous creature above began to crawl down with the extension of her long and lithe limbs. "I suppose I am quite flattered though... a shame I can't see your face at this hour." and the widow never would. Him needing darkness, her eyes failing to see in it, but that wasn't an underestimation of what she could do in it. "Something tells me I'd enjoy watching you suffer." and her distance was still kept, the control of her webs able to keep the male at bay for when her limbs finally planted upon ground.
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The King of Hell looked into the blackness that was the female in front of him and opened his arms in a sign of full acceptance, well aware that he looked a little bit like a jester. “Well, Queen if I really would be so delicious then it would an honour to be your delicacy. But promise me that you will, tell me how tasty I am the moment I am reborn. Would that be a deal you were willing to make?” His smile never leaving his face, he waited for an answer calmly and patiently.
Teasing the huntress, and as the manner that he would be her delicacy, was titillating, the seed already planted into her mind. Her lust for hunger and the intense desire for it to be him was not something she would pass up as the widow rolled in the way that induced her flexibility. Stomach sucking in toward her spine as her body rolled down and forward. The fluid sensation to crawl toward him as her body transformed. "Don't tease~" she purred as her spine arched and her large form stretched as she rose, her abdomen grazing him as one limb pressed under his chin. "--but I do promise. I'll share with you every detail."
"I am someone.." He blinked and laughed out heartily. "Why that is one of the nicest compliments I have ever received, Beauty." He opened his arms in a sign of surrender and nodded "How could I not let you nibble from time to time when you are so charming? If I were to be eaten I would at least want to be consumed by someone who would appreciate me in the process. You make me sound so delicious, even I’d like to try me" He took a bow a smile never leaving his face.
She would soak up any compliments or praise if one were so inviting to hand them out to her. Being called Beauty, among the general way he so kindly obliged her, were growing on her rapidly. Though she would keep a keen eye on this progress. "Yes-- how could you not~" she so cheekily smirked with a light shrug rolling in her shoulders. The more they spoke the more entertaining he became, a comical source of relief. "Ooh-- you know... I never had any prey of mine dine on themselves with me. Almost sounds romantic." she chuckled as her hand softly placed on her cheek and she tilted her head in adoration. "To me, you would be the most delicious treat."
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bang haneul — twenty-eight years old — astronomer
the streets were bustling with life, of a life he had not seen in months. wide eyes were taking in the change of pace — the wonder deeply set inside his veins, speaking so hushed in the drums of his ears — which shifted so slight under his skin in briefness.
seoul was different from what he last saw, the memory bleak against the mountain ridge of chile — different. tastes, scents — people. constantly at change in dynamic woven words. and deep within the streets, he thought of people like the universe; constant under change — expanding and growing, exploding under closed eyelids.
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"Midnight Kiss"
His eyes opened to the sudden weight pressed against him, taken aback by how she managed to creep up on him undetected. The fact that the sun was out and he had been asleep were the only reasons he had to blame, weakened without the darkness to strengthen his limbs. Her lips pressed to his and he was filled with dread, his arms like dead weights at his sides. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, her poison stilling his movement. He wasn’t the type to feel fear, to be encompassed by it, to let his entity be shaken by it. He concluded it must be another part of her poison, but all he could do was lay beneath her, staring up as her form lowered to steal another deadly kiss from his lips.
The healing properties in his blood worked to counteract the poison quickly, but with her constantly moving her lips against his he wasn’t getting very far. His hand moved to her thigh, and his body ached with the effort. It had been so long since he’d felt what it was like to ache, he almost thought he could thank her, in fact he admired her technique. As much as she transfixed his mind, he couldn’t let himself fall to her wonder. It was unclear whether she was simply toying with him, or if she really was prepping him for a final death, but either way he needed it to stop.
His hand pushed at her thigh, forcing her off of him, brows furrowing with the amount of energy it took just to accomplish such a simple task. “If you wanted in my bed, there are other ways to reach bliss than poisoning me.” He mocked, cheeky until the end of his days. “I wouldn’t mind showing you some other places that are wonderful to kiss.”
Anthropophagous || Narsha + Crowley
He could’ve taken an eternity only looking at what the beautiful creature was doing. The sheer sight of how enthralled she was in eating was enough to keep his interest at its peek. He felt like he was taking part in a sacred — or rather unholy — ritual and that anything he would do would simply disrupt the perfection in front of him.
Only then did she start the ever-so-beautiful process of wrapping her meal in the silk of her web. The demon sighed in awe and delight looking at the liquid pouring out of her that slowly enroped the male she had been consuming. The beautiful silk did not stay liquid for long as the Phoenix watched in joy as it hardened turning into the strongest material known in existence. It was a sight to behold and he could not get enough.
She put him away - an unusual thing for a creature of her species. Then she started descending. 'She noticed me' he thought too happy to feel fear. Upon hearing her words and realising she had still not fully located him, he let his inner fire illuminate him ever so slightly. He smiled and spoke. “I am ever so sorry for the rude intrusion. I am afraid that I am the one who startled you and not the other way around. How may I make this faux-pas better?”
In so many ways the demon gave himself away, this bird she was sniffing, a concoction of beasts, he was quite alluring though she remained gravely upset for the interruption.
She paused mid walk, a slight startled and defensive step back upon the illuminating glow that shot up like a flame in the dark. He became a beacon for her in the night. Something she could hold a slight gaze at to draw her closer like a moth to a flame. "I doubt you can." she cooed rather sternly. The mixture of tones was a thing her voice learned to control. Adapting both the widow and human to speak in harmony inside her. Ribbons of silk still swam around the area, at first they were searching for him but when he lit himself up for her benefit that had been when her atramentous hairs coiled around his feet and swimmingly found them spiraling up his long legs.
"Why show yourself to me?" she moved no closer to him and there was still quite the distance. Because the last time she was within a demons reach-- she had lost something. She learned from that mistake, which was why he had silk rope already chaining him to where he stood. He was not allowed closer either.
! - Haneul ( the sky missing its star )
(Sobs a little)
Who was the one to propose: Haneul
Who stressed more over wedding planning: Neither— it’s a small and quiet wedding so there isn’t much to stress.
Who decorated the house: They both did, Narsha wanted to do something with stars and Haneul needed to help.
Who is more organized: Haneul— with all his fascination on stars and his readings and findings he tends to keep everything tidy so he can find things easier, but Narsha helps since she is cleanly too. Since she is old fashioned she has this housewife way about her.
Who initiates bedroom fun: Haneul a little more than Narsha and he understands why. He has to make sure she is comfortable and understanding of her urges, needs, desires. The possibility of things that could happen, but they can be careful.
Who suggested kids first: Narsha— but Haneul already knew she wanted them by her actions and gestures. And he wouldn’t mind a happy family, though it’s a little scary to think about sometimes.
Who’s more dominant: Narsha— her body tends to react even against her will of thinking. Haneul is not as frightened as he could be, because he knows her, she gave him all the warnings to be cautious of.
Who’s the cuddler: Haneul— but Narsha loves his scent and the touch of his hands and arms around her waist.
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Star gazing, walks, talking and sipping coffee together whilst talking about books they have read.
Who kills the spiders: Neither— Haneul isn’t afraid of them, he loves one. And he would their children if they had any.
Who falls asleep first: Whomever gets tired of looking up at the stars first. Even though Narsha can’t see them it humors Haneul she finds fascination in them with him. So when she gets tired he lets her lay her head on his lap as he continues to stargaze.
Who is louder? Narsha— but Haneul thinks she has a beautiful voice even when she’s loud and pleased, hence why he wants to hear it.
Who is more experimental? They both experiment together.
Do they fuck or make love? Love— always love.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Neither— both are content to please each other.
Who comes first? Narsha— ladies first~
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Haneul— not that Narsha isn’t good but pleasing her is better.
Who usually initiates things? They are very mutual in their feelings, seeming to read each other well.
Who is more sensitive? Narsha— which is why Haneul can’t ever truly leave. Who would make her feel better? Who would stay by her side all the time, even if they can’t physically be there, but need to watch over her? He wants to do that.
Who has the most patience? Haneul— they have never been able to kiss but he doesn’t mind enduring that small preventative detail because they have found ways around it. And when his time comes he won’t mind her being the death of him.
Credit goes toward my friend Elenore who made this for me ; u ;
! (Cause why not)
(Because this is why lol)
Who was the one to propose: No one. These two would never marry.
Who stressed more over wedding planning: Neither since there is no wedding to plan.
Who decorated the house: Narsha— she not so mistakenly hung Melyria to the wall as hideous art… in their basement.
Who is more organized: Either— Narsha doesn’t own much (aside shoes) so it’s all material things for the home that are organized and she doesn’t touch anything that belongs to Melyria.
Who initiates bedroom fun: Neither— Narsha finds Melyria repulsive, so they wouldn’t touch each other with thirty foot poles.
Who suggested kids first: None— Narsha wouldn’t raise a child with Melyria.
Who’s more dominant: Depends— Narsha easily has long distance as a weapon and unless Melyria is armed with anything silver and can draw it on time, she’s fucked. Magic is not as effective for damage like silver is.
Who’s the cuddler: Narsha— she loves choking Melyria with her long hair.
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Threatening each other.
Who kills the spiders: Melyria and when Narsha discovers dead spiders she finds the woman and hangs her upside down whilst blood drips from her wrists.
Who falls asleep first: Narsha— she doesn’t have to fear for her life when she leaves plenty of webs for Melyria to trip on and trigger those silent alarms.
Who is louder? Melyria— she doesn’t have to say a word, just tripping one of Narsha’s webs is loud enough to wake the widow.
Who is more experimental? Narsha— she gets to be creative with her webs and traps for Melyria.
Do they fuck or make love? Neither— as stated these two wouldn’t touch each other unless it’s to draw blood. More likely Narsha disemboweling Melyria.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Neither— too busy hunting.
Who comes first? Neither— too busy hunting.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Melyria has a giant ass mouth that Narsha would love to spit in, seal with silk, or shove the elf’s own foot in.
Who usually initiates things? Narsha— she hates Melyria
Who is more sensitive? Physically— Melyria, just one bite in a major vein will do her in. Narsha has a strong pain threshold even if it’s excrutiating. Mentally— both, they just have to trigger each others red flags.
Who has the most patience? Narsha— with all the traps she sets up, she just waits…
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Who was the one to propose: Yongguk— Narsha is far too old fashioned and sees it a man’s responsibility if he loves a woman.
Who stressed more over wedding planning: Narsha— as always lack of experience in something can be overwhelming and she is a particular type of perfectionist. It doesn’t have to be exact it just has to make sense and look and be how she imagines it.
Who decorated the house: Narsha— she’s a bit of an architect herself and may be fussy about certain decor. She would want it to have a natural look.
Who is more organized: Narsha— everything has a certain place and must be in that place.
Who initiates bedroom fun: Yongguk— (Narsha is technically a virgin still) Narsha is quite persuasive and alluring but it’s all just a show. She is use to seducing with her body and normally does not actually go forward with the outcome, mostly just a giant tease. Though it’s possible Yongguk may play along, he would be the one to stop it. And that might get a slightly moody and feisty widow— so yay rough sex \o/ (though bear in mind she could kill him during sex, nom nom nom)
Who suggested kids first: Narsha— she wants children badly and is at the stage to do almost anything to have them.
Who’s more dominant: Depends on the situation. Narsha is very dominant for a woman and Yongguk may certainly find himself pinned down by several limbs or Narsha’s incredibly durable silk. Yongguk however is faster than Narsha and they rival in physical strength, Narsha just doesn’t have endurance in which Yongguk can/could easily outdo her. Needless to say there would possible be a lot of kinky fighting.
Who’s the cuddler: Mh— neither? (I don’t see Yongguk a cuddler? Maybe I’m wrong) but Narsha is usually not affectionate (though she would be to her children, if she had any) however it’s possible Yongguk would be all tangled up in Narsha’s hair— so hair cuddles \o/
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Having dinner. It’s almost like have a threesome if they share. At least eating is Narsha’s favorite thing and if Yongguk can be sure she’s satisfied and full he doesn’t have to worry about being on her menu. Plus Narsha can make eating look sexy.
Who kills the spiders: No one, Yongguk’s smart enough to know Narsha would actually kill him. They are like extended family.
Who falls asleep first: Narsha— as nocturnal as she is she still requires sleep where a vampire does not.
Who is louder? Narsha— oh ho ho she certainly can be and will be depending on what she is being loud over ;) though Yongguk might be the loudest if he’s not too keen on having Narsha bite off a limb or body part.
Who is more experimental? Yongguk— Narsha isn’t all that risky, unless it’s got something to do with dinner.
Do they fuck or make love? Debatable. Might be a mixture of both. Depends on how much of a beast is unleashed when Yongguk breaks Narsha’s precious flower— huehuehue
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Neither? Unless they are doing it for show to each other, Narsha wouldn’t see the need for masturbation. She hasn’t done it before and doesn’t see the need if she can get pleasure a better way.
Who comes first? Narsha— her sexual drive is quite sensitive and easy to please, so better for Yongguk if he’d be aiming to get her off more than once. And then give himself time as well.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Yongguk— let’s just say there are some reasons to be wary of having a widow on your crotch. He’ll take the handiwork whilst he takes care of the oral.
Who usually initiates things? Narsha is definitely the suggestive one and Yongguk the initiator.
Who is more sensitive? Narsha— though she may not show that she is, she is. She can easily go from content to pissed, from calm to ripping your body apart in her mouth. It’s smart to be careful what is said around her.
Who has the most patience? Yongguk— with Narsha it varies. Some days she can be and others she is not. She has very little control over her patience whereas I see Yongguk having more.
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He didn’t move a muscle, his smile still big and vibrant, lingering on his lips. “I suppose that is one way to look at it. Unfortunately I am pretty sure you would get bored with the taste sooner or later. Grilled meat is good only when it is a treat and not a regular thing. Especially grilled poultry.” The phoenix looked straight into the onyx orbs of the spideress. “Somehow I see you as the connoisseur of foods. You would never be stuck on one dish for too long.” He tilted his head and lazily narrowed his eyes showing that he was at ease with her.
The widow was use to more... stubbornness-- victims refusing to be her prey. They put up more of a fight with words and actions but not this one. She was not quite use to such behavior, both disliking it and liking it all the same. "You see-- I wouldn't make it a consistent habit. I do like a variety~" her small grin broadened as their eyes remained connected in a gaze. "But you are someone I could always come back to."
He smiled happily at her and winked. “Is that a threat? Ohh did you not notice by my smell? I am a phoenix. You bite a finger off — I shall grow a new one back, the moment I get reborn” He remarked gleefully.
Oh-- she chuckled and her lithe figure swiftly moved. Fingers quickly coiling into the fabric of his shirt as her reach pulled and rolled her close to him. "Oh I know~" finally her plush lips broke apart in a small and simple smile. Pressing closer she brushed her rosy lips against his lobe-- that alone almost as if she could nearly taste him on her tongue. "You're like an endless buffet-- lucky me~" a breathless giggle fell from her lips upon her pull back, fingers relaxing against his chest whilst letting the fabric go.
