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selective smut focused indie blog featuring mature themes / taboo / dead dove / kink ... as penned by cherry ( 25+ , she / her ). interacting with 21+ ONLY & on tumblr or discord
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he's the one they care the most about — vaughn has made sure of it. he's the reason they eat, they breathe, they live to see another day. without the guidance of a leader they'd be goners by now. monster food. consequences find those who disobey leading to the same fate, making a show of those who don't listen to his charge. “that's what i thought. don't you trust me?” it's easy to ask someone like georgia. so blind and trusting and caring, safe and warm when she's with him. vaughn knows what he's thinking is bad. an abuse of his power. and, yet, he's already thinking of plans to get her under him. on a night like this … “you think so?” a chuckle, shaking his head. turns the key, car fully off. the radio will still sound – leaving two in almost silence. he opens the door, walking to the back of the van. “come here, georgia.”
survival these days meant you lived or died by the people around you, and georgia sure did have some powerful players around her. vaughn was the person that everyone wanted to be close to, and here she was in a van with his hand on her thigh. georgia knew it was wrong, but that damn schoolgirl crush of hers didn't care. she couldn't tell if that was why her heart was beating so loudly, or simply how much she hated being out here. either way, georgia was on edge and she knew it must be annoying. "always." she breathes the answer, sincerity ringing in her tone. feelings aside, she knew she could always trust him. georgia sucks in a breath when he speaks again, curiosity ringing in her body as he turns off the car. the blonde doesn't speak again, just watches him with wide blue eyes. she can practically hear her heart in her ears, but she obeys, slipping out from the car and moving to the back with him. "what are you going to do?" she manages to ask without a shaky voice, but fuck is she nervous.
trouble finds her anyway. her brother, always the more rational and level headed of the pair, has always taken care of it. why should serena care if there's one more thing he'll be upset about? teeth sink into her bottom lip, eyes screwed shut at the pleasure. soft moans as the speed increases, hand grabbing the back of the booth. something, anything to keep her grounded in this moment. “that's not what i meant.” serena doesn't quite know what she had intended to say, drowning in pleasure as her hips roll against the vibrations. her short skirt barely covering the flesh of her ass, thighs press together in an attempt to keep herself afloat. julian was temptation personified. serena didn't care if her brother was upset – she just liked to hold it over his head, not that it matters. “it just s-seems like you'd like something a bit more .. real.” she glances at the crowd, happy and dazed to pay too close attention to the pair.
his hand reaches out to grip her thigh, anchoring her into the moment that she seems to be easily swept up into. he couldn't help but enjoy every moment of this, watching her squirm desperate for a release. and fuck, did julian want to see that happen right here. he was already throbbing hard, cock going neglected in his pants and pleading to be let out just as she was begging to feel it. "what did you mean then, dove?" asks he, amusement leaking into his voice. he can't help it, she's adorable like this. he leans forward, free hand picking up his bourbon glass and swirling it before taking a sip. the bottle is one that's left behind the bar just for him, unshared with any but his tongue. they knew to keep it coming when he was down here, on the rare occasion he was, though he's glad it's not entirely empty yet to draw more attention to their spot. unless.. "oh i do, but the waitress is about to come back to refill our drinks. do you want her to see you riding my cock like a needy little thing, or can you contain yourself for a few more minutes?" it was a tense game, he loved edging her on but fuck if he was growing more and more tense for it.
“because — you're not supposed to!” it sounds childish the way she screeches it, far too loud for this kind of interaction. rosalie doesn't know how to explain it. her father has reiterated this from the moment she was born: listen to him. do what he says. be pure, be kind. purity is everything to him, and thus, it's everything to rosie. “you're only supposed to have that when you've been blessed with it.” what that entails, she's not quite sure. her father had forbade suitors from even trying, instead taking the idea upon himself to find someone suitable. “yes. impurity is infectious, avery. haven't you heard the saying one bad apple infects the tree?” the group only works when they're all in agreement. it's how her father keeps his place. the male sits and rosie thinks, staring straight at his face – as much as her wandering eyes beg her to stray downwards upon his naked body, her will wins out. “tell me what you were watching. what you were thinking." there's wetness pooling in her panties, ignored in favor of staring at his face. "you need to expose your sins in order to get rid of them.”
he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing, not wanting to actually anger rosalie. teasing her, toeing the line of watching her fall prey to the same sins he was already a slave to.. those things were fun. angering her to where she went screaming of his impurity and rule breaking was not on the cards he wished to play tonight. "rosie.." he trails off, not really sure what to say. but his tone is soft, gentle in a way he didn't really show anyone else. despite his knowledge that her father would never approve, it didn't stop him from treating his little rose differently than most others. her finding him in this moment was almost poetic justice. "what if the creature of my desires is being kept from my grasps?" he could have married any other girl, was certain he'd have been given approval, but that didn't matter to avery. he only wanted one. "you don't always have to kill the infection to end it, sometimes a person can be saved." though the salvation he was after was hardly what she might have in mind, but he was hoping she'd get there with him. sitting back on the bed, avery can't help but reach and slowly touch himself, fist wrapping around his cock lazily and wondering if she was going to yell at him for it. the question she asks finally brings that cocky charmer to the surface once more, and he can't help the expression on his face. "i was watching a man and a woman have sex.. i was thinking about how much i wanted to be doing that same thing to a beautiful rose here, how i've been dying to touch her for so long it might just be my undoing." he confesses it plainly, she'd asked for him to expose his sins, after all.
his eyes feel like laser's against her skin. the metaphoric sizzle against flesh turns into actual goosebumps the longer they linger, rosie doesn't know what to do about it. her father has always had her on a short leash. picking out the perfect suitor for her, someone he could mold to take his place once he's gone. as ruthless and authoritative as himself. rosie's eyes roll, displeased. “you know what impure means. they've spoken to you about it.” if that's the truth, she's unsure. sir knows a fragile mind is easier to break – avery seems to do so as well. “you know we're not supposed to keep secrets.” she's chastising him, now. that's another rule, though unspoken. the group is simple: no secrets, no impurity, do what you're told and don't question authority. “anything..” rosie knows the consequences better than most. a low hum, as if truly considering it. “if you'll truly do anything – sit down.”
avery truly hasn't decided how to play this just yet, he only knows he wants rosalie not to tattle and.. well, he knows what else he wants from her, just not how likely he was to get it. hopeful, but not entirely stupid. his smirk never falls, that maddening boyish grin that seems to get him off the hook for more than it should. "tell me how it can be so impure when it feels this good?" he knew the answer, knew the company line they sang, pleasure was a sin of its own but he was so addicted to it. "secrets can be dangerous.. but only when they're actually harmful. am i doing anything that could hurt someone in the group?" he wasn't, at least, but he knew she still wouldn't want to keep the secret. avery could only hope his charm was enough. he tries not to let it show when she gives the order, but it thrills him more than he cares to admit. ave obeys, backing up until his knees hit the bed and he lowers to sit. "tell me what you want, rosie." his voice is thick, the desire he feels for her seeping out into the space.
when your brother is co-owner of the nightclub, that means special perks: getting in with no cover, getting the best seats in the house and .. this. the toy inside her tight cunt makes her squirm, thighs clenching together as if to hide it. her eyes roll at his words, punctuated with another whimper as the vibrations increase. “ i – i was just asking .. ” leans in closer to him, fingertips dancing against the fabric of his shirt. “why use a toy when y-you're right here?” bites her lip, eyes flit to the crowd around them. everyone is too drunk to notice, the lights low and bass pumping. “unless you're too scared my brother will see.” it's goading – after all, it seems like they both have better use of their time for the same outcome. her brother isn't even here, probably having left with people of his own for the night.
at first, julian had a rule about messing around with those who were related to his business partners.. but he was young and ambitious then, stupid even. he had no idea just how much fun he could have with that forbidden fruit, and serena certainly fit that bill. julian didn't even care if her brother found out, if he was mad.. everything he was doing with serena was consensual and she was more than willing to endure each of his twisted fantasies. which is why he knows despite her whines, she's loving it, though her words do draw a chuckle from his lips. "that's right, i am right here." voice calm, just loud enough to carry to her over the music of the space as he slides the dial up to turn the vibrations even higher. his eyes move from her every so often, checking out who remains at the club before returning to the delicious girl writhing beside him. the smirk on his lips is cocky, he knows it, arrogance rolling off him in waves. "i don't care if he sees, little dove. you're mine to play with and right now this is what you deserve."
open to: f/nb - 21+
muse: julian vale (hetero, dom )
plot: x
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it was rare for him to actually come out to the nightclub he and his best friend owned, but certain behaviors brought out the side of him that wished to make a spectacle. as they sit in the vip area he can see them squirming, and julian can't help but look over. "what was that?" as if they were speaking instead of just whining and offering inaudible begs for him to stop. instead, julian just uses the control in his hand to turn the vibrator up more. "i hope you weren't asking me to stop, because i have no intentions of doing that until you've made a puddle in your seat, baby girl." and he wasn't even done then, just moving on to the next part of his delicious torture.
it's not unusual for those within the group to do things they shouldn't. they just don't get caught — and maybe rosie is too much of a rule stickler, but she's seen the aftermath when they've been found out. there's a reason her father has her on such a short leash .. but the knot is slowly coming loose. eyes blink at him a few times. trying to ignore the impurity of it all - she's not stupid. rosie knows what the sounds were from. “i would if you were being impure.” that's how her father describes it: impurity is for the wicked, of which they were not. to her core, rosie believes that. but sometimes .. eyes flit to the phone then back to his face, pointedly ignoring every other part of him. her brow raises. “of course it hasn't. i'm not depraved .. ” it has, but avery doesn't need to know that. her arms cross once more, thinking. “your father would be very upset if he found out. he might even – ” kick you out goes unsaid. lest even worse.
avery doesn't initially move closer to rosalie, he stays by the bed, eyeing her. he wants her to come in further, to close the door behind her and help him with the throbbing hard on she'd interrupted him with, but avery isn't stupid either. he knows rosie's mind enough to know this isn't something he can rush with. he's been watching her for so long now, had she even noticed ? the beautiful brunette was the perfect temptation, wrapped in an innocence he wished to unravel. his father would be all for them getting together, not so much for the depraved things in his mind. and then... well, he had no idea her father would allow his precious princess to even look at him that way. "define impure." he drawls, lazily like everything else he does. that was a sin in itself, though hardly the one they were focused on at present. his brow cocks when she denies it, and avery chooses not to push that topic as much as his mind begs to. he finally moves, stepping closer until only a few feet remains between them. "this could be our secret, rosie." begins he. "i'd do anything."
he does what he has to do. that's just how it is. vaughn knows that some disagree with his methods – but if he catered to everyone's will and bent his own, they'd be nowhere as successful as they are now. “you might, but they're necessary. would you rather them be stranded out here with no quick way out if it came to it?” something to scare her. as much as he was endeared by georgia, the aspect of fear was no longer in his vocabulary. anyone who attempted a coup over his reign was quickly disposed of, and vaughn feels a bit invincible. wandering eyes never hurt anybody. and if he's invincible, she will be, too, when they're together. like right now. his hand squeezes her thigh a second time, eyeing out into the darkness in front of them. “would a distraction help calm your nerves, georgia?”
some may wander why georgia wasn't entirely scared of vaughn, but she'd grown up around scary men. they became par for the course, and it was really no wonder why her father had clicked so well with the man. birds of a feather and all. "of course not." she says softly. the world was a terrifying place, she knew she was safe here of all places. in all reality, nothing georgia was worked up about had to do with safety, it all had to do with being right next to vaughn and the perception of her being this spoilt princess in the group. the heat of his hand on her thigh doesn't help either, her mind racing even more and causing her heart to join suit. the blonde can't help but bite her lip as he talks, as she feels his hand squeeze her once more. it sure did stop her from bouncing, that's for sure. "i think so." the words sound far too innocent, eyes looking at him with curiosity as to what he had in mind.
vaughn is the leader of a post apocalyptic group. he had a few people out for a patrol, leaving the others to go find more supplies while they stand guard in the van , ulterior motives abound. open to f or nb , 23+. connection ideas: friend of his daughters / long time group-member, a new member, someone he constantly is butting heads with in a power grab.
they're both sitting in the front seats of the van. it's quiet, eerily enough if the bouncing of their foot wasn't involved. he tries not to think about it. their radio only picks up the static every so often, flicking in and out as their fellow members move about the area. the slight rocking of the vehicle is enough for him to reach over and grab their thigh over the console — eyes closed, brows furrow. “you need to relax.” nerves? anxiety? something else? he's not sure. a squeeze to the flesh where his hand is, heavy on and warm above the fabric. “it's only been ten minutes. we have another hour to go.” if they peered into the deep crevices of his mind, they'd see the ways vaughn would want to fill that time.
georgia hated going on these runs, she hated it even more when she had to stay back in the van with her father's best fucking friend. growing up in such close proximity to the group leadership always made her the target for all sorts of things – primarily people thinking she got special treatment for being the favorite. sitting in the van and not helping on this supply run, even if she hated it, only furthered that people whispered. it also didn't help that she still couldn't get over the embarrassment of this stupid little girl crush she had on him... despite how often she tried to tell herself it was foolish. a breath sucks into her lungs when she feels a warm hand on her thigh, and her head turns towards vaughn slowly. "i can't help it, you know i hate these things..." she trails off, uncertain on if she did want special treatment to be let off the hook for future runs or just out of this van.
rosalie is the daughter of the cult leader — she's just caught your muse breaking one of the sacred rules. maybe they planned this, maybe it was on accident - but now she's trying to play a little game of blackmail with them. open to any, 25+. connection ideas: father's right hand man, new member trying not to get in trouble, someone who's become obsesed with rosie.
the door creaks and she takes a moment. the noises aren't unfamiliar to her – the silence that fills the air before they continue is all but visual confirmation. brunette steps in, arms crossed, brows raised. “you know,” says this as if they're lifelong friends, like she's describing weekend plans, as the door clicks shut behind her. “you're terrible at keeping quiet. it's almost laughable.” stone - faced. rosie isn't laughing. she might, later, when she recounts this to her father. “what would sir say? i think he'd be quite disappointed.” a shrug, her head tilts. “give me one reason why i shouldn't go tell him.”
the creaking door draws him to pause, avery sighing heavily when he realized that company was approaching. the phone in his hand – the illegal phone in his hand – remains. the video was too loud to stop, too obscene to silence. he couldn't reason the noises away, he hardly had someone else to play the part of the woman moaning loudly. his eyes drift up to rosalie as she approaches, like a predator watching his pray as he slowly pushes off the bed, standing in his own fully nude glory. "little rosie, you wouldn't tattle on your favorite person, would you?" began he, truly uncertain how he planned to go about this. his father was her own father's right hand, they'd make an example of him in a heartbeat and avery wasn't keen on seeing it. "don't tell me that beautiful little mind of yours hasn't wandered a time or two?"
Candice had never been shy about what she wanted- and today was proving to be no different, her eyes hadn't been able to leave Hazel's since the movie started, her hand moving gently along the blonde's thigh, her attention turning to Hazel's eyes, "What's it look like I'm doing?" she questioned.
hazel was frozen, the hand trailing on her thigh like something she was imagining and not something actually happening. why had she worn a sundress today? her voice shakes when she tries to answer, eyes not moving down just yet. "what are you planning to do?" it was hardly an innocent touch, she knew that, but hazel's brain hadn't caught up to the reality of the moment just yet.
open starter: iris shaw & any muse. plot: inspired from this.
" you kiss me like that but still say we're just friends? " the question was out before she had the chance to stop herself, but iris didn't know how long she could keep going on like this. moving on was impossible when she could always remember how they tasted, how their lips felt.
dae shrugs a bit, the words more than valid but he's still not ready to face it. "are you mad you have kissable lips?" only he'd done it far too many times to play innocent, had wanted to go further more times than he could count. but iris wasn't always the easiest to read, and even from the question at her lips he had no idea if that meant she wanted him to stop or keep going.
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Matt, her cousin’s fingers tightened on the mouse, knuckles white. The anger, a slow burn beneath his skin, finally flared. He pulled the headphones off, letting them clatter to the desk. The silence in the room stretched, taut and brittle. His eyes, dark and stormy, swept over her, taking in the full, provocative display. A muscle jumped in his jaw.
“Come here,” he said, his voice low, a dangerous rumble. He crooked a finger, beckoning her forward. The command hung in the air, sharp and undeniable. He didn't move, just watched her, his gaze unwavering, waiting.
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kiara knew she was walking a very fine line, playing with something that could very easily burn her, but she was bored, and well, when the brat was bored... she made some very questionable choices. the idea of right and wrong exited her brain the longer she kept going, the more she caught the way matt's eyes gazed her way. it lit an excitement in her belly that encouraged her even more. the smirk on her lips was downright sinful when he finally spoke, and kiara couldn't help but take her time walking to him, hips swaying, cool air brushing against her very exposed ass. "so you don't want me to go out with the girls?" the brat insists as she stops a few inches from her cousin.
Jasmine was fully aware that the other was trying to get her attention, the question was ultimately whether or not she would play along. Turning from the game she'd been playing the woman smirked, "You are on one today, aren't you?" she asked, but it was clear she was amused. Shutting the game off she turned to look at Kiara "C'mere." she instructed.
kiara knew she should have been a bit more restrained, but boredom did wonders to a brat like her. getting a rise out of the other was her only goal, and when it was evident she had achieved that.. well, the cocky smile on her lips refused to fade. "i'm just so bored." the pout on her lips is pathetic as she moves slowly towards jasmine, hips making the skirt that doesn't even cover her ass sway. "so are you going to help me out?"
It started small, walking into the room with less clothing on each time, bending over in their line of sight to pick something off the floor... and ending with kiara coming back in dressed in a skimpy little school girl outfit. "i mean, if you want to keep playing your game, i guess i can just change or go out with the girls..." she was being a brat, and knew it too, but kiara couldn't seem to care. Finley's eyes flickered from the glowing monitor to Kiara as she sauntered into the room, her hips swaying in that deliberately provocative way that always made his mouth go dry. He'd noticed the pattern tonight. The gradual decrease in fabric, each entrance more calculated than the last. The bent-over-to-pick-something-up move had been particularly effective, especially when she'd lingered just a moment too long, giving him and his teammates on Discord an eyeful of her lace-clad ass.
Finley's jaw tightened. He'd been trying to focus on the raid, but his concentration had been shot to hell for the past hour. His friends' teasing comments in his headset hadn't helped either. Now, as Kiara stood there tapping her foot impatiently, Finley made a decision. He clicked his microphone button. "Guys, give me five. AFK." Before anyone could protest, he muted his mic and stood up before making his way towards her. "You are playing with fire here and you have no idea." He said to her softly.
kiara didn't really stop to think about what she was doing outside of this yearning desire to push against limits. clothes strewn about her room to pick the outfit she believed would draw the biggest reaction, a triumphant smile when she thinks she's finally found it. a classic, short plaid skirt not even fully covering the round of her ass, tiny little white top doing all the work to give her cleavage. she was putting on a show, each costume only making her bolder and bolder. kiara had always been a confident girl, teasing her step brother in a way she knew she shouldn't only made her that much more daring. each glance of his eyes, each time she knew she was being watched? it had tingles shooting through her entire being. wrong or not, it also was leading to a small wet spot on her lacy panties... she couldn't help but wonder if finley noticed that yet too.
cocky, a bit too bold, but she can't help but grin at him when he finally seems to break from the game. boredom may have started this venture of her, but now she'd walked too close to the fire to want to stop. kiara doesn't move when he approaches, rooted in her spot as her eyes track each stalking step he takes. "so what are you going to do about it?" her challenge may be given without thought, kiara honestly didn't think he was going to do much but she couldn't deny the excitement in her body that he would.
