#ava threads

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 for @bxdhabiits // first point on this post She’d moved in to an apartment just across from campus two days before classes were supposed to start, and while the college itself was small, and religious - it was in a city large enough that Ava had felt confident no one would ever remember her when she went to the club, wanting to enjoy a single night to herself before classes picked up. Now, come Monday morning, the hangover had only barely worn off as she walked though the halls, stopping outside of the classroom to check that she was in the right place.  Reassured, she pushed the door open, glancing around the room for an open seat - only to make eye contact with a face that was familiar, and Ava blinked for a moment before she realized who she was looking at - memories of that night flooding back, in vivid technicolor. Her cheeks burn, and Ava knows that she’s probably blushing a bright red, but she tries to remain still -act like she’s unaffected by this new, unexpected meeting. 

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Open to: f/m/nb connections: family member, fellow church goer, classmate from college backstory: ava is the daughter of a local pastor, who has a pristine reputation, known to nearly everyone in town as a quiet, well mannered girl, content to help around the church when not at school. behind closed doors and out of eyesight however, she runs a cam show, and likes to sneak out to frequent shadier clubs that deal for more of a ns.fw crowd. 

On the outside, Howl looked like any number of seedy bars dotting this area of town- grimy windows, scuffed up door, and a few neon signs decrying which beers you might be able to find inside, if you managed to get inside that is, since the front door was always locked for some reason. If you knew enough to go around back and slip through the door half hidden between a perpetual pile of wooden pallets however, you’d find quite the opposite of what the exterior suggested. Inside, Howl was packed, a low constant pounding of music filling the space, bodies filling the makeshift dancefloor, and, if you took the tucked away set of stairs down a lever - a space with slightly quieter music, plenty of tucked away, shadowed corners, and, depending on who was there, a couple of couples - or more ignoring the shadows in favor of going at it in public.

 Howl just happened to be one of the most popular, and most discreet, sex clubs in a twenty mile radius in Ava’s area, and so it was where she typically found herself when she was looking to spend a night having fun. And tonight, she was. Ava had waited until her father had left for something before exiting herself, leaving a note stating she was out with a girl from her bible study group before making her way to the club, abandoning the oversized sweater and jeans she’d worn in in favor of changing into a black bra and undersized shorts as her only clothing, before throwing herself into the rhythm of the club. That had been nearly an hour ago, and, as she broke off from heavily making out with someone against the wall, she realized she wanted another drink. Halfway to the bar, Ava swore briefly as someone grabbed her, a curse rising to her lips as she turned, only for her jaw to drop and the blood to rush from her face as she met the persons gaze. “What - how - What are you doing here?”

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Ava didn’t know where she was. At least, in the grand scheme of things. She knew she was in some room that screamed of wealth, seated on a surprisingly comfortable couch against one wall - but where that room was, could have been literally anywhere in the world. She could only faintly remember someone coming up to her on the street - a conversation that she grasps only snippets of, something about alphas and searching, perhaps? And then, there was someones hand wrapped around her, and darkness. She assumed she had been drugged with something - there was no other way to explain how she had gone from a quiet residential street, wearing jeans and a hoodie, to a luxuriously decorated room - wearing a dress with a low neckline and high hem, covering barely anything. Ava had no way to know how long it had been - but it was long enough that she was almost starting to get lost in her own thoughts before the only door into the room - previously locked - clicked open, sending her leaping up from the couch. // @tcllmcprcttylics​

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In the beginning, when they’d first taken her to “train” her, Ava had cried, and pleaded, and begged to be released, for them not to hurt her, to be left alone. Now, after the training they’d put her through - and the incredibly cruel punishments they’d made her watch being inflicted on the others in their “care,” Ava knew better. She followed where she was lead, head down until the collar dug into her throat, only speaking when addressed. They’d made themselves clear - she was to be a present, though to who, she still didn’t know - and she would do what she was told, when she was told, unless she wanted to suffer even worse than she had. Today, apparently, was the “big day” - the day she was being all but sold to someone she knew nothing about, expected to get on her knees and do whatever was demanded of her. As they had taught her, Ava followed two steps behind, collar around her throat like a screaming brand, declaring what she was, and, as the seeming cherry on top - a bow tied to the loop on it, as if she’d been gift wrapped for delivery. It was humiliating, and shame fought with uncertainty as Ava was forced to face her fate. // @patrickoharaandco​

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@constcllctions​ // this is ur fault for giving me ideas “Yes Alex, I know, I’m almost ready, okay?” Ava was distracted as she spoke to her friend, phone pressed between her cheek and shoulder as she finished angling the headband just right so that the white shone against darker locks. “It is not going to kill you if we show up later than we thought to the party - besides, you’re going to disappear into a bedroom with as many alphas as you can manage when we get there anyways, no matter what time it is.” She stands easily, slipping out of her room and towards the door. “Anyways, are you close? I just need to find my lip gloss and I’ll meet you outside” Distracted as she walks, digging through her jacket - unaware that either of her step brothers are in the living room as she enters, dressed like a stereotype of school girl - meant to match both Lia and Alex when they arrived at the party. “No, Alex, I don’t need you to find me an alpha there - no, no, Al, listen to me. If we show up and theres another group of knotheads standing around because you told them I was “a sure thing” I’m going to use my tazer on you, okay?” A wave of a hand at the two sitting on the couch, as she starts towards the front door. “Yes, I’m serious. I’ll find a knot to ride on my own if it makes you feel that much better”

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They said variety was the spice of life, but for Ava and Circe, it was much more than that - changing up their content and keeping things interesting meant people kept buying their content, kept coming back to see what they had gotten up to. Sure, they had their loyal regulars, the ones who continued to subscribe, but each girl was aware that it was all too easy for their watchers to get bored, to find someone newer, more exciting - which had led them to their idea - they’d had two separate channels, had started to collaborate with each other a while ago, but there was one request that kept popping up whenever they asked for suggestions - a third person joining them. And, after some talk, they’d decided to go for it - it had only been a matter of who they could convince to join them. 

Rhythm had been Circes suggestion, but Ava had been the one to approach - and now, was the one showing the other around while Circe checked over the cameras and computers, always insistent on getting the lighting exactly to her specifications before they could begin. “Thank you, again, for agreeing to do this - I know it might be a little unorthodox, but I was serious when I told you it was all up to you - we can make this one whatever you want it to be, really - we want you to be comfortable with all of it too.” // @esoerotica​

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She was pale, and trembling, Ava knows - she can see the edges of her primaries shuddering at the edge of her vision, small tremors echoing all the way to the end of her wings, breathing harshly as the tinny sounds of Lia emenates from the TV speakers. The distinctive sounds of Lia - in heat. Her biggest secret, the thing they shared, what they’d both fought so hard to hide in order to getin into UA - her best friend was an omega. And now, Ava can see the looks being cast her way, her doormmates considering her, and the brunettes wraps her arms around her torso, stepping back. “Can someone turn that off, please?” Her voice is quaking too, and she turns away. “She - she wouldn’t want to be seen like that. If - “ Her mind is racing, trying to come up with a lie, and Ava has to take a shaking breath before she continues. “If she didn’t tell me she was an omega, it was because she didn’t want anyone to know. We shouldn’t be watching that.” Her wings flex, and Ava takes a deep breath. Lia had gone out to get their next dose before she went missing, and in the time since her disappearance, Ava had run out of the small vials - she estimated she had a day, maybe two, before her own secret was out. “Did any one tell her parents she was missing? I should - go see them.” Should do anything that got her out of the dorms and away from the cloying scent of alpha. // @constcllctions

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@lustfultaboo liked for a starter // Day 11; Incest The garage had barely closed behind the car, tail lights disappearing around the bend, before Ava was slipping out of her room. She’s fairly certain they’re the only ones home at the moment, but she still pauses in the hallway, tilting her head to ensure theres no more noises from downstairs. It takes a moment for her to be certain, and then she moves, further down the hall, feet silent over the bare carpet before she finally presses a hand against the door of his room, sliding inside of it. “They’re gone. We should have a few hours, assuming that they don’t get drunk enough they just crash at the party.”