smutember 2022 » 8 » be quiet
story: RPG storyverse (canon)
genre: noncon/dubcon smut
rating: 18+
characters: avien & caedes
challenge: smutember 2022
CN: incest, highly romanticized noncon/abuse/coercion/manipulation (perpetrator's pov), victim complies & maybe even appears to enjoy what's happening; vampirism & blood; mention of supernatural vampire charm; public setting, kissing, hand over mouth, (manipulative) praise, oral sex, mentions of penetration & creampie
author's note: did i overuse -, ... and italic font in this? yup. would this have fit the 'don't get caught' prompt better'? also yup. do i have another, way better ficlet in the making that is basically about the exact same setting just a slightly different ship and dynamic and i noticed too late so i didn't change it and i'm trying not to be salty about it? y u p is this any good? i have no clue, but i got it done in time for cae's birthday, plus it was fun & easy to write even though i don't usually write these things from avien's pov, so i'm not gonna complain. enjoy <3
»avien, please … this is such a bad idea.«
it’s music to your ears - the way he says your name, the way his voice is trembling. it’s divine - the way he leans into your touch instinctively, saying one thing while his body says something entirely different.
»oh, please.« you keep on kissing his neck while your hand wanders between his legs, feeling him through the fabric, already getting hard for you. »who are you trying to convince that you don’t enjoy this just as much as i do? me or yourself?«
»n-no one«, he stammers, stumbling over the words as you slip your hand past the waistband of his trousers, feeling for something more thrilling than an outline through fabric - naked skin. »it’s just … we shouldn’t be here. we could get caught.«
which is technically true: both of you should be at the ball, making polite small talk with boring people and twirling around the dance floor to amuse the crowd. instead, you’re hidden behind the thick, well-trimmed bushes of the garden maze, shrouded in cold air and moonlight. you’re all alone out here, at least for now, but of course, anyone could be walking through the winding paths between the greenery, ready to come around the corner and catch the king’s niece and nephew fooling around any second-
»that’s part of the fun, silly.« you can’t suppress a giggle. »you’re so cute.« so innocent. »don’t worry your pretty little head. i will listen for anyone nearby, vampire senses and all, i swear. all you have to do is be quiet and behave. can you do that for me?«
slowly, he nods, eyes glued to you, looking … awestruck. it’s almost as if you charmed him, except you didn’t; he’s just that into you, that hypnotized by your sheer presence. he really loves you that much.
»that’s what i thought.« you raise one hand to his face, running your thumb over his cheek. »you’re so devoted. so eager to please. i love that about you.«
now he’s blushing, which brings the intoxicating scent of his blood even closer to the surface. with a low growl, you pull him in for a kiss, and you smile to yourself when his lips part and his tongue searches for yours. he sighs into the kiss, a shaky, desperate sound that makes you shiver in the best kind of way.
as soon as you break apart, both gasping for air, you wrap one arm around him, keeping him close and stable, and you go straight for his neck, needlepoint teeth piercing through his skin effortlessly. you cover his mouth with your hand, the very same hand that caressed his face so gently just seconds ago, muffling any sound, dulling it down to the point you can’t tell anymore whether they’re sounds of pain or pleasure.
when you’re done, you lick the puncture wounds clean until they stop bleeding. another flick of your tongue, coating the little red dots with your saliva, and they are already beginning to fade away. »you did so well«, you whisper against his neck, planting a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin, savoring the feeling of him shaking in your arms. »now let me do something nice for you.«
you raise the hems of your dress and petticoat while you get on your knees beneath the layers of luxurious fabric. your thirst for blood has been satisfied, but you’re still hungry in another way, too desperate to care about the dirt on your skin and clothes, even though you probably should.
»just promise me one thing«, you say as you fumble with his trousers, sliding them down so you can finally properly see, feel, taste-
»anything.« he runs his fingers through your hair, and now it’s you who is leaning into his touch, turning your head to place a quick kiss on his wrist. »anything for you, avien.«
»promise you will hold yourself back until you’re fucking me.« you’re fighting hard not to avert your gaze, to keep looking up at him, let him see the hunger still lurking inside of you, the pure, greedy craving reflected in your eyes. »i really need to feel you come inside of me.«
you like to think that you’re always in control, and for the most part, that’s true. but saying things like that, confessing to your desires instead of just taking what you want - it makes you feel vulnerable, more vulnerable than you’ve ever been with anyone else.
to your relief, he simply replies: »i promise.« no questions, no hesitation, no rejection, just a smile tugging at his lips.
it’s music to your ears - his sweet promises, his barely suppressed moans. it’s heavenly - his taste on your tongue, his fingers tangled in your hair, grip tightening as you put your mouth to good use.
how fortunate that he apparently didn’t think this was such a bad idea after all.
genre: noncon/dubcon smut
rating: 18+
characters: avien & caedes
challenge: smutember 2022
CN: incest, highly romanticized noncon/abuse/coercion/manipulation (perpetrator's pov), victim complies & maybe even appears to enjoy what's happening; vampirism & blood; mention of supernatural vampire charm; public setting, kissing, hand over mouth, (manipulative) praise, oral sex, mentions of penetration & creampie
author's note: did i overuse -, ... and italic font in this? yup. would this have fit the 'don't get caught' prompt better'? also yup. do i have another, way better ficlet in the making that is basically about the exact same setting just a slightly different ship and dynamic and i noticed too late so i didn't change it and i'm trying not to be salty about it? y u p is this any good? i have no clue, but i got it done in time for cae's birthday, plus it was fun & easy to write even though i don't usually write these things from avien's pov, so i'm not gonna complain. enjoy <3
»avien, please … this is such a bad idea.«
it’s music to your ears - the way he says your name, the way his voice is trembling. it’s divine - the way he leans into your touch instinctively, saying one thing while his body says something entirely different.
»oh, please.« you keep on kissing his neck while your hand wanders between his legs, feeling him through the fabric, already getting hard for you. »who are you trying to convince that you don’t enjoy this just as much as i do? me or yourself?«
»n-no one«, he stammers, stumbling over the words as you slip your hand past the waistband of his trousers, feeling for something more thrilling than an outline through fabric - naked skin. »it’s just … we shouldn’t be here. we could get caught.«
which is technically true: both of you should be at the ball, making polite small talk with boring people and twirling around the dance floor to amuse the crowd. instead, you’re hidden behind the thick, well-trimmed bushes of the garden maze, shrouded in cold air and moonlight. you’re all alone out here, at least for now, but of course, anyone could be walking through the winding paths between the greenery, ready to come around the corner and catch the king’s niece and nephew fooling around any second-
»that’s part of the fun, silly.« you can’t suppress a giggle. »you’re so cute.« so innocent. »don’t worry your pretty little head. i will listen for anyone nearby, vampire senses and all, i swear. all you have to do is be quiet and behave. can you do that for me?«
slowly, he nods, eyes glued to you, looking … awestruck. it’s almost as if you charmed him, except you didn’t; he’s just that into you, that hypnotized by your sheer presence. he really loves you that much.
»that’s what i thought.« you raise one hand to his face, running your thumb over his cheek. »you’re so devoted. so eager to please. i love that about you.«
now he’s blushing, which brings the intoxicating scent of his blood even closer to the surface. with a low growl, you pull him in for a kiss, and you smile to yourself when his lips part and his tongue searches for yours. he sighs into the kiss, a shaky, desperate sound that makes you shiver in the best kind of way.
as soon as you break apart, both gasping for air, you wrap one arm around him, keeping him close and stable, and you go straight for his neck, needlepoint teeth piercing through his skin effortlessly. you cover his mouth with your hand, the very same hand that caressed his face so gently just seconds ago, muffling any sound, dulling it down to the point you can’t tell anymore whether they’re sounds of pain or pleasure.
when you’re done, you lick the puncture wounds clean until they stop bleeding. another flick of your tongue, coating the little red dots with your saliva, and they are already beginning to fade away. »you did so well«, you whisper against his neck, planting a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin, savoring the feeling of him shaking in your arms. »now let me do something nice for you.«
you raise the hems of your dress and petticoat while you get on your knees beneath the layers of luxurious fabric. your thirst for blood has been satisfied, but you’re still hungry in another way, too desperate to care about the dirt on your skin and clothes, even though you probably should.
»just promise me one thing«, you say as you fumble with his trousers, sliding them down so you can finally properly see, feel, taste-
»anything.« he runs his fingers through your hair, and now it’s you who is leaning into his touch, turning your head to place a quick kiss on his wrist. »anything for you, avien.«
»promise you will hold yourself back until you’re fucking me.« you’re fighting hard not to avert your gaze, to keep looking up at him, let him see the hunger still lurking inside of you, the pure, greedy craving reflected in your eyes. »i really need to feel you come inside of me.«
you like to think that you’re always in control, and for the most part, that’s true. but saying things like that, confessing to your desires instead of just taking what you want - it makes you feel vulnerable, more vulnerable than you’ve ever been with anyone else.
to your relief, he simply replies: »i promise.« no questions, no hesitation, no rejection, just a smile tugging at his lips.
it’s music to your ears - his sweet promises, his barely suppressed moans. it’s heavenly - his taste on your tongue, his fingers tangled in your hair, grip tightening as you put your mouth to good use.
how fortunate that he apparently didn’t think this was such a bad idea after all.