open post 2025

[impractical]

leave a starter or prompt; happy to plot first via pm or plurk.
muselist here.
spoilers and nsfw possible, will mark in tls.


wip list of tropes and stuff i pretty much always want to play:

• lotus-eater situation, aka "you're living your perfect life and don't realize it's killing you!"
• pining! you know the hand flex gif from p&p? of course you do
• vampires...
• misunderstandings between people who have feelings for each other, i.e. thinking one of them is interested in someone else and it comes to a head in heated admissions of Feelings
• slow burn over a psl
• ALL the h/c, whether one or two-sided
• fwiw some of my favorite bstreet memes are morning after, train to the afterlife, drunk meme, find them dying, and insomnia
• text is always going to be a yes from me dawg
• classics: only one bed, huddle for warmth
• amnesia???

 

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[magike]

( sane or-- rowena had warned him before they'd started that feeding from someone was intimate, and she can hardly fault anything else there, not when heat pools between her thighs also. this had been a line she'd told herself never to cross, but as much as she enjoys pairing sex with feeding, it's a stronger boundary she's holding with samuel.

she doesn't want to muddy their friendship irreparably, and this is already going to have to be something to navigate after.

her lips are bloodstained as rowena sits back up, unconsciously rocking over his hips, and her thumb brushes slowly over his jaw )

This will hurt-- at first. And then-- ( her cheeks are a little pinker, though whether that's arousal or bloodlust is harder to untangle. rowena leans back in, lapping the blood that had slowly trickled, humming softly against him ) You taste wonderful, Samuel.

( and it's why she can never drink from him again. there's power in his blood-- demon power, magic, and to someone without her control, it would be far too easy to drain him to taste it all. irresistible.

a second passes-- she presses a soft kiss over his neck again before he'll feel the points of her fangs against his skin. one more second-- two-- rowena sinks them quickly into him, letting the sharper pang of pain pass quickly, and blood fills her mouth as she drinks from him. pleasure floods her, filling her, and she moans.

it's over as quickly as it had begun. her mouth drips with blood as she leans back, her eyes closed, and as her fingers touch his neck, her magic heals the wound. from someone else, she would have drank for longer, from samuel-- well, she was polite, taking only what she needed to stave off the hunger until their work was complete.

she released a sigh, fondness in her expression as she looks at him, her hand cupping his cheek )

Thank you, my dove.