deafens | ( talk dirty to me )

( talk dirty to me )

open nsfw post

leave prompts or start something
( links or images )
or pick one of the open prompts to start your own
receive smut
sexting also welcome
any/all ships welcome
f/f or f/m
(or threesome/foursome/moresomes)
kinks list
have fun

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( it's actually surprisingly easy to track the sequence of events that led them here. august had been, for lack of a better word, pretty fucked up when he knocked at her door. apparently hellfire doesn't always play nice or something like tht, she's not quite sure of the specifics. at any rate, nic isn't the best healer in the world at the best of times, let alone when she's stressed, and she'd needed help. the easiest way to boost any kind of magic, particularly within her class, is to use blood. again thanks to the stress, she'd cut far too deep and rough - she'll be surprised if there isn't a nasty scar there for life now - and her hand is still bleeding long after the ritual is complete and august is back to not dying.

it's still bleeding. blood loss isn't a big concern for her, magic users' bodies tend to run everything a little faster, and it's probably replenishing faster than she's losing anything, but it's not a great idea to just let herself bleed away like this. except she doesn't actually get a chance to do anything about it, because before she manages to turn away she feels a hand at her wrist, and she turns back to look at no-longer half dead gus, and- oh.

honestly she doesn't think she's ever seen anyone look at her the way his eyes are zeroed in on her right now. )

I should...do something with this.

( she comments, quietly, but instead of making any move to leave she just watches him with a quiet curiosity, wondering what his next move will be. )

[there's always an allure to being healed after a nasty run-in with something, always a calm before the rush of blood to the head that has him up and running again, again and again. lazy waves of thoughts have him sitting upright, but whatever euphoria came from the healing is quickly broken by the smell and amount of blood that's coming from nic.

it happens immediately, an unconscious, quick effort that has him grabbing her wrist to stop her in her tracks. the pupil dilation is fast and his iris is almost nonexistent with how wide his pupils are now. his breath hitches. he acknowledges that she needs to fix it up, acknowledges that he should let her go, but he doesn't.

his grip isn't tight enough that she won't be able to pull away if she wants to, and he's not exactly doing anything to further open the wound, but what he does start to do is a little strange. eyes half-lidded and in a trance-like state, he is as gentle as possible as he brings her hand to his face, pressing her palm against his cheek before pulling it to his lips.

which is where he stops himself. his grip loosens, his eyes snap wide open and he's letting her go, horrified. nic is his best friend. he hasn't seen her in god knows how long and this is how he's repaying her? he can't even look at her. what a funny sight he must be, blood smeared on his face, tongue darting out to catch whatever is left on his lips.]

I'm sorry. Go -- go [he clears his throat, focusing on the floor,] clean yourself up.

( nic has....a wide taste, that much everyone knows is true. it's probably par for the course with revolving through a lot of hookups, but there's a great variety from one person to the other, from one day to the next. it's all over the place, basically, just like her.

one thing that has never come into it is blood though, she's never even thought about it before now. and then august pressed his lips to the cut on her palm and it's like touching an exposed wire. he's absolutely right, she should go. she should fix her hand up and they should give him time to recuperate and her time to replenish herself and nic suddenly can't think of any reason to think about any of those very reasonable priorities.

instead she moved her hand until she can touch a thumb to his lips, catching a drop of blood that had been left behind and gently pushing it back into his mouth. her eyes squint slightly as she focuses on him, curious and almost as intense as he'd been only moments before with her. )

No...I don't think so. ( she says. her voice is a little faraway, distracted, but she steps in a little closer and waits to see what exactly he'll do next. ) I think I want to stay right here, actually.

[when nic pushes the blood into his mouth, august is genuinely surprised, and even moreso when she speaks. it takes a moment for him to put his next words together, so much so that he repeats her to buy himself some time.]

You want to stay here.

[his voice can only be described as sultry, the kind of low and intimate voice he uses when he's alone with another person. he takes her wounded hand in his once more, thanking himself for never putting his shirt back on after she'd healed him. the blood flow had slowed significantly, but that doesn't stop him from pressing her palm against his bare skin. the smell of iron in the air is pungent; he likes it that way.]

I... like it. The look, the smell, the taste, the feel.

[he's never really told anyone that much about his obsession. he leaves it up to nic to decide what to do next.]

( she just nods her response, taking a step closer in and pushing her palm up flush against the skin. she flexes her hand slightly, nothing dramatic, but enough that it stretches the wound just enough to keep the blood flowing. she can manage it quite well after all, between magic and general first aid there's no real chance of nic bleeding out from a deeper-than-needed ritual palm cut.

really, when compared to some of her habits this one is actually quite safe. )

Yeah, ( she mumbles softly in reply, a little unnecessary commentary. her other hand moves to cup his cheek and she leans in to press her lips against the corner of his mouth. it's not quite a kiss, not yet, but it's almost there. ) how much do you like it?

( sure hope this doesn't awaken anything weird in her... )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( talk dirty to me )

i have no chill and u have no chill this is deffo something

this is a 0 chill zone u r welcome here

no subject

brings this back bitch

gurgles

no really doNT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT