Ava22345 - Ava's Writing Blog

Got my first comment on Ao3. Dopamine has never his like this before.

i'm still learning about tumblr... do people.. look for mutuals on here? ive been writing for my entire life but im trying to get back into it in my old age (literally 25)

i'd love to make writing mutuals and like/support each others works whenever we have the time or just support each other in the writing journey !! reblog or follow or like or whatever & we can be mutuals !!

Hello

Just thought I'd make a pinned post to introduce myself a bit and to make it easier to find my stuff.

25 -- English -- He/They -- Ace

You can call me Ava (Pseudonym I use for writing) or Cam (My actual name), either works for me.

As the bio says this will mostly be for me to post my OC smut works and a few WIPs and thoughts on writing I guess.

Feel free to send me asks, and feedback is always welcome.

Reblogs are welcome but reposts without credit are not.

My Works:

[Untitled fantasy smut project] - Read Here

Summary: Lawrence Viscara, an aristocrat vampire from a famous noble family, is afflicted with a hex that causes him to go into heat. To help him recover and keep him from embarrassing the Viscara name he sent away from prying eyes to live with Syrath, a high class Incubus escort, who is hired to tend to his needs.

[Sci-fi f/f project] - WIP

Summary: Whitney & Georgina were always at each others throats back at the academy, their heated rivalry leading to more unexpected heated emotions between them. But when Whitney becomes a wanted criminal due to an attack on the citadel, Georgina is put in charge of the task force hunting her down.

Title suggestions for any of these are welcomed also.

Title: [Untitled fantasy smut project]

Genre: Fantasy, Smut

Chapter: 5

Chapter Rating: NSFW 18+

Series Summary: Lawrence Viscara, an aristocrat vampire from a famous noble family, is afflicted with a hex that causes him to go into heat. To help him recover and keep him from embarrassing the Viscara name he sent away from prying eyes to live with Syrath, a high class Incubus escort, who is hired to tend to his needs.

A/N: TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE NIGHT??!!?!

Read here

once again:

I WROTE THAT??????????? ME??????????? I WROTE THAT WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS???????????? NO FUCKING WAY. I WOULD NOT WRITE SOMETHING THIS DISGUSTINGLY HOMOSEXUAL.

Title: [Untitled fantasy smut project]

Genre: Fantasy, Smut

Chapter: 4

Chapter Rating: NSFW 18+

Series Summary: Lawrence Viscara, an aristocrat vampire from a famous noble family, is afflicted with a hex that causes him to go into heat. To help him recover and keep him from embarrassing the Viscara name he sent away from prying eyes to live with Syrath, a high class Incubus escort, who is hired to tend to his needs.

A/N: New Chapter!!! What's this? Plot? In my PWP?! Stay tuned~

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FR Lol "so.. guess we're skipping the plot to get right into THE PLOT"

Title: [Untitled fantasy smut project]

Genre: Fantasy, Smut

Chapter: 1

Next Chapter

Chapter Rating: NSFW 18+

Series Summary: Lawrence Viscara, an aristocrat vampire from a famous noble family, is afflicted with a hex that causes him to go into heat. To help him recover and keep him from embarrassing the Viscara name he sent away from prying eyes to live with Syrath, a high class Incubus escort, who is hired to tend to his needs.

Chapter Content Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Explicit smut, Male masturbation, M/F smut scene, Oral (F receiving), Foreplay, F Edging

A/N: This is a story that began with the idea of two characters starting with an intense physical relationship but then developing into an emotional one. I'm hoping that the longer this story continues the more it will go from smut to fluff. I'm hoping this prologue will introduce the two leads well, and I know I'm not the best at writing and I would appreciate any feedback. Anyways without any further ado, I hope you enjoy!

Also special shoutout to @g00-d0mens for giving me encouragement and feedback while writing. Love ya hen.

— Chapter 1 —

Lawrence blinked in confusion. His ruby coloured eyes wide with disbelief. Hexed. He, a vampire aristocrat, hexed. That couldn’t be right. He was above the tricks of human sorcery. He was Lawrence Viscara, pure blooded vampire royalty. There must have been some other explanation. Perhaps his family’s physicians had missed something. Yet the same pride that drove such thoughts also told him that all who served the Viscara house were second-to-none, his blood would tolerate nothing less. 

“It’s quite a peculiar affliction.” the physician chimed, “It’s a tailored variation of the Amor’s Arrow Hex.”

“I don’t care what it is. Merde!” Lawrence snapped, “Why, or better yet, HOW is it that a mere love charm is affecting me?!” he spat. 

“Well I did say it was tailored…” the physician murmured.

Lawrence pinched his brow and let out a frustrated sigh, “And what exactly does ‘tailored’ mean in this sense?”

“Well,” the physician began, his eyes lighting up, “much like curses, hexes are stronger when their target is better defined or, as I mentioned, tailored. In a case like this for something a simple as an Amor’s Arrow hex to affect a pure blood such as yourself means-”

“-that someone is targeting you specifically.” a woman interrupted. 

“Tati!” Lawrence exclaimed, uncrossing his legs and straightening his posture. 

“Madame Viscara,” the physician uttered, standing to bow. 

Eleanor Viscara flowed into Lawrence’s bedroom as if she were the very embodiment of ancient lineage, her stride a living testament to generations of power and prestige. Each step she took was measured, each stride of her majestic gait deliberate, as to invoke a sovereign majesty, born not of mere descent, but of a sacred, violent heritage. Her hair, the same pale blonde as her nephew’s, was neatly fashioned in a traditional braided updo. She wore a purple brocade dress, hand woven with an intricate design, telling the stories of bloodsoaked battles and fallen kings. The various jewels, necklaces and rings that adorned her whispered to the preferences of previous heads of the Viscara bloodline. 

“Laurie, ma poupée, you look haggard.” Eleanor stated, a hint of affection in her tone, as she took the seat the physician stood from. 

“Tati, I-”

“Don’t fret, you’re not the first of our blood to fall victim to a curse or two,” she jested, “just a handful of millenia ago, before you were born, your cousin got on the wrong side of a Djinn. For a decade the blood he drank tasted of what he could only describe as wood chips and pencil shavings. Although he seemed to have acquired the taste, even today he’ll often drink blood with a vile accompanied bottle of Malört.”

“But why would someone hex me?” Laurie implored, “And why with… This?”

“You,” Eleanor began, stroking Lawrence’s cheek,  “are too beautiful for your own good, and I would imagine that whoever did this had… rather perverse intentions. Rassure-toi, ma poupée, our blood is strong and will fight this with time, during which I will have to keep you out of sight.”

“Out of sight?” Lawrence questioned, “for how long?”

“Until this affliction subsides, Laurie. You know how important it is for us to maintain our public perception, we cannot allow any hint of weakness to show, and unlike with your cousin this isn’t something you’d be able to bear with and hide.”

“I-” Lawrence hesitated. He wrestles with the idea of trying to hide it, but memories of the previous night when he experienced it for the first time told him otherwise. The unforgiving heat that welled up inside him. His futile attempts to quench the fire that burned at him from within. His whole body flushed, sensitive to every touch, even the smallest brushing against his bedsheets sending shocks to coursing through his body. By the time sunlight began creeping through his curtains and the effects subsided he was left breathless in sheets soaked through with sweat and cum.

He had to submit to the truth. She was right. 

“If I may,” the physician offered respectfully, “although there is no ‘cure’ to an amor’s arrow hex there are recommended treatments. The method with the most studied benefits is-” the physician paused, reading their gazes and trying to come up with the best words as not to insult. 

“Well, go on?” Lawrence huffed, “If there’s any way to speed up the process just spit it out already.”

“Physical intimacy-” the physician muttered before clearing their throat, “Physical intimacy has been noted as the fastest method of causing the effects to subside.”

“Ah… oui. There is always the chance that the caster will try to approach you, or worse this could be a planned attack on our standing. I’ll make arrangements.”

—

Syrath was busy when his agent called him. His tongue buried deep within a woman he’d met only a few hours prior. 

“Sy… please… ” the woman begged.

Syrath let his teeth scrape softly against her, a silent warning. He was enjoying every moment of her frustration, relished every whimper, every jolt she couldn’t control. Her thighs clenched around his head and her fingers gripped the pitch black wisps of his hair. He instinctually knew exactly where to lick, where to poke and prod to take her right to her limits, and when to stop to keep her from going over the edge. He gripped one of her thighs and pushed it aside, freeing his lips to wander up her body, against her abdomen, brushing her ribs, over her breasts, against her neck, along her jaw, nipping gently at her earlobes. He pulled back and licked his lips, darkened and wet with saliva, a satisfied smirk on his face. His sunset coloured eyes met hers, and he savoured every drip of her ecstasy. 

“I told you, I’d make you beg.” Syrath purred, his voice smoother than silk. He ran his hand along her thigh, teased his thumb on her clit and spread her with his fingers, his tip pressed against her opening. He loved it, seeing his partners laid bare before him, a thin sheen of perspiration coating their body. It filled him with dark and wanton desires.

— End of Chapter 1—

Next chapter

A/N: I just want to give a massive thank you for reading this all the way to the end. I know I left it on quite the tease, but I think it makes sense for introducing a character like Syrath lol. I'll hopefully be posting a new chapter once a month as long I can keep myself from procrastinating and life doesn't get too hectic. Again any bit of feedback would be greatly appreciated and I hope you'll continue this story with me. Who knows where this'll end up?

Edit:

Chapter 2 Teaser

“Do you have any qualms with any of our terms or any other questions?”

“I’ve got the gist. But there is one thing,” Syrath turned his attention to Lawrence, “So, are you a virgin?”

I swear my the shift key must have some sort of gravitational field because when I'm reading back stuff I've written the most random words will have their first letter capitalised.