avien & caedes » passion & violence
Story: RPG storyverse (could be canon, could be AU, i have no idea yet)
Genre: badwrongstopit
Rating: 18+
Charaktere: Caedes & Avien
Challenge: this challenge with tons of kissing prompts (stolen from unpolar)
CN: Inzest, abusive/manipulative Dynamik, Übergriffigkeit, NonCon/DubCon, hints of sexual stuff, Trauma & Gewalt
Anmerkung: not sure if i feel dirty in a good way or in a bad way after writing this, but i definitely DO feel very dirty (idk man, this whole scene is kinda hot, but it also kinda breaks my heart bc i know it's basically just avien being her usual manipulative self & using cae's trauma against him in the worst possible way, ya know?) also idk how to write in english but steamy dialogue is too cringey in german, so pls bear with me? |D anyway, FUN PROJECT, 11/10 would do again
starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion
»i missed you, cae«, she whispers. you can feel her breath on your skin, her fingers caressing your cheek. her lips brush against yours ever so slightly -
before you realize what you’re doing, you have already grabbed her by the wrists, pinned her against the wall, a growl rising in your throat. (your time as an assassin for hire might have done you some good after all, you think grimly. sharpened your senses, trained your reflexes, lowered your inhibitions.) a small gasp escapes her lips as she stares up at you, eyes widened, expression … puzzled.
she tries to break free, but your grip is relentless.
»i’m not helpless anymore, you know.« your voice doesn’t tremble, you didn’t flinch when she touched you, and, to your own surprise, you’re stronger now, maybe strong enough to overpower her, if you dare to try.
»mhh«, she hums, lips twitching into the semblance of a smile, »i see.« you can’t help but keep your gaze fixed on hers, her bright eyes suddenly sparkling with excitement and adoration. »makes me want you even more.«
she wriggles, playfully trying to escape, as if to test your strength, or maybe your will to keep holding on.
»tell me, brother dearest«, she croons, »what would you do to me if i was completely at your mercy?«
you pause, blinking at her in confusion. »avien, i’m not -«
»think about it. is it painful? is it gruesome?« the possibility doesn’t seem to scare her. if anything, she seems genuinely curious, almost uncomfortably so. »is it passionate or hateful? is it both?«
as your thoughts run wild for a split second, she slips from your grip, using that tiny little moment of perplexity to her advantage. before you know it, she has you up against the wall, grabbing your throat with one hand, sharp nails digging into your skin, the other hand roaming your body, trailing over your side, your hip, then -
she smirks, obviously pleased with what she feels between your legs. »did you really think about fucking me, of all things, or does it run in the family to get turned on by violence?«
you can’t tell whether you’re blushing with embarrassment or a sudden rush of desire.
when she kisses you again, there’s no softness left, no careful touch, no longing whisper. it’s raw, it’s dirty, it’s brutal -
(in theory, you’re not helpless at all; you’re stronger, faster, braver than ever before. more skilled and more dangerous than you ever thought you could be.
in practice, she still gets to you. her mind games still trip you up, the sound of her voice still makes you shiver, her lips on yours still bring back memories you thought you had locked away for good. you still let her do whatever she wants - because you can’t not let her - as you silently wonder if you’ll ever be immune to whatever the hell it is she does to makes you this goddamn weak.)
- it’s everything you’ve learned to crave, with the sheer wrongness of letting her do it added on top.
Genre: badwrongstopit
Rating: 18+
Charaktere: Caedes & Avien
Challenge: this challenge with tons of kissing prompts (stolen from unpolar)
CN: Inzest, abusive/manipulative Dynamik, Übergriffigkeit, NonCon/DubCon, hints of sexual stuff, Trauma & Gewalt
Anmerkung: not sure if i feel dirty in a good way or in a bad way after writing this, but i definitely DO feel very dirty (idk man, this whole scene is kinda hot, but it also kinda breaks my heart bc i know it's basically just avien being her usual manipulative self & using cae's trauma against him in the worst possible way, ya know?) also idk how to write in english but steamy dialogue is too cringey in german, so pls bear with me? |D anyway, FUN PROJECT, 11/10 would do again
starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion
»i missed you, cae«, she whispers. you can feel her breath on your skin, her fingers caressing your cheek. her lips brush against yours ever so slightly -
before you realize what you’re doing, you have already grabbed her by the wrists, pinned her against the wall, a growl rising in your throat. (your time as an assassin for hire might have done you some good after all, you think grimly. sharpened your senses, trained your reflexes, lowered your inhibitions.) a small gasp escapes her lips as she stares up at you, eyes widened, expression … puzzled.
she tries to break free, but your grip is relentless.
»i’m not helpless anymore, you know.« your voice doesn’t tremble, you didn’t flinch when she touched you, and, to your own surprise, you’re stronger now, maybe strong enough to overpower her, if you dare to try.
»mhh«, she hums, lips twitching into the semblance of a smile, »i see.« you can’t help but keep your gaze fixed on hers, her bright eyes suddenly sparkling with excitement and adoration. »makes me want you even more.«
she wriggles, playfully trying to escape, as if to test your strength, or maybe your will to keep holding on.
»tell me, brother dearest«, she croons, »what would you do to me if i was completely at your mercy?«
you pause, blinking at her in confusion. »avien, i’m not -«
»think about it. is it painful? is it gruesome?« the possibility doesn’t seem to scare her. if anything, she seems genuinely curious, almost uncomfortably so. »is it passionate or hateful? is it both?«
as your thoughts run wild for a split second, she slips from your grip, using that tiny little moment of perplexity to her advantage. before you know it, she has you up against the wall, grabbing your throat with one hand, sharp nails digging into your skin, the other hand roaming your body, trailing over your side, your hip, then -
she smirks, obviously pleased with what she feels between your legs. »did you really think about fucking me, of all things, or does it run in the family to get turned on by violence?«
you can’t tell whether you’re blushing with embarrassment or a sudden rush of desire.
when she kisses you again, there’s no softness left, no careful touch, no longing whisper. it’s raw, it’s dirty, it’s brutal -
(in theory, you’re not helpless at all; you’re stronger, faster, braver than ever before. more skilled and more dangerous than you ever thought you could be.
in practice, she still gets to you. her mind games still trip you up, the sound of her voice still makes you shiver, her lips on yours still bring back memories you thought you had locked away for good. you still let her do whatever she wants - because you can’t not let her - as you silently wonder if you’ll ever be immune to whatever the hell it is she does to makes you this goddamn weak.)
- it’s everything you’ve learned to crave, with the sheer wrongness of letting her do it added on top.