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@girlgvn
GIRLGVN / private indie smut blog. will softblock those i don't intend to write with. extremely kink friendly. writes taboo and problematic content. minors and personals dni you will be blocked. currently active only here / discord available for partners but not being written on !
mobile links: rules, muses, kinks, plots, fcs, opens
looking for 2-3 writing partners interested in writing specific dynamics/kinks on discord or tumblr. more details under the readmore, like this or im me if you're interested. very down for old partners if you'd like to revive our discord stuff.
searching for writers interested in writing smut and kink heavy content. taboo is fine with me. please check out my kink list as a general courtesy.
current preference is to play dominant muses. down for m/f and f/f. i enjoy writing characters with dicks, so whichever it is that will probably be the case.
i much prefer writing against a sub who truly enjoys everything being done to them and a dynamic that also recognises an emotional connection between the characters. i want the kink but i also want the romance, preferably. please be willing to explore an emotional thing between them potentially too.
any ships/threads would preferably be heavy on eager body worship + body worship as a form of submitting. this would include obvs cock/balls/breasts/pussy etc but also pits/feet to an extent (also as a note here at most there would be elements of sweat but all body parts would be clean obvs). rimming is also a must. i also very much enjoy for the body worship to go both ways and also be given by the dom, though that can extend to whatever we want.
other kinks that would be prominent: spitting, slapping, object insertion, squirting, spanking, tit play, watersports. if you do not want to write everything in the last two dot points don't reach out at this time, i specifically want to be able to write those rn.
i don't write noncon, orientation play, anything with underage characters or abuse etc, don't come to me suggesting it because you will be blocked.
very interested in using stephen kalyn, belmont cameli, joshua jackson, angelina jolie, zendaya or odessa a'zion, as somewhere to start.
Pathetic
it's humiliating more than anything else as gray watches him, feeling something hot and sick twist low in their gut at the expression on his face, the harsh tone of his words. it makes them feel like a scolded child, and they attempt to curl in on themself slightly before the belt is yanked once more, stealing all the breath from their lungs. they yelp quietly, all the words dying on their tongue as the belt tightens around their throat enough to make them feel a little light headed. it's clumsy, their movements as he begins to make them walk, and it has their whole body going hot once more, truly feeling like a bad dog at his feet, being led to their punishment. they're watching him with hot, careful eyes, the blues sharper than usual out of fear and something else entirely. their whole body aches with exhaustion, and as they sit back on their heels, it has them shaking, mouth going dry. they've been running for so long — yet another game he'd like to play with them, making them feel like a prey animal that knew they couldn't run away. they enjoy it more than they'd like to admit, and that realization twists in their gut, having yet to swallow down another sound. they whimper as he kicks at their knee, gray almost immediately shuffling their legs open further as they try to ignore the throbbing that is sure to leave a bruise. they like it, and they hate the fact that they do. that he wants them enough to leave marks, and they shiver, before everything in their brain whites out at the stiff leather of his boot presses between their thighs. a moan tumbles from their lips before they can stop it, and blood rushes to their cheeks, sure that their heartbeat is pounding so loud that he would be able to hear it. their hips rut involuntarily, an action that has them realizing just how wet they are, and gray whimpers again at the rough drag against their cunt, tdick throbbing with the friction. “please —” they gasp out, their eye contact almost piercing as more tears well up in their eyes, knowing the pleading look probably wasn't being convincing of saying anything beyond how badly they want it.
finds he's pleased with the result of pushing his boot between their legs almost immediately, the result a resounding moan that cues instant humiliation. it all feeds the monstrosity of his ego, affirming what he already knows quite clearly — gray wants this more than they could even know, let alone express. his knife sits now on the dirty, worn mattress beside him, in reach if he needs it, but for the time being he wields his belt and boot with just as much cruelty. he watches it, the way their hips rock, searching for more without thought. desperation leads them, their pathetic nature taking over all survival instinct. jaw clenches as he watches intently, not giving away whether he's pleased or disgusted. "hmph." he grunts, loosening his hold on the belt to allow them to breathe if only so he can shift back lazily, leaning on one palm. he continues as if it's nothing, as if he's playing with a toy, pressing his boot up and forward, forcing more pressure against their cunt. a switch flips in his mind, another quick decision made as he reaches for his knife and tightens his hold. "better stay still, pup." the most generous thing he's given them thus far is warning before he brings the knife towards them, trailing the sharp edge along their shoulder. he removes his boot from between their legs and brings the end of the belt over to the rusted corner post of the bed. he ties it there as tightly as he can manage, forcing gray to be bent over to be close enough to it, which allows the positioning he needs. leans down behind them, grabbing a handful of their dirty shirt and then slices through it before ripping the fabric, tearing it with strong hands until the shreds just barely hang off of their body, revealing skin he's yet to touch or scar. he treats them like cattle, positioning their thighs so he can sit between them and drag his knife over the curve of their ass, feeling the way they shiver for him. he allows the tip to follow the seam of their ass, low enough to reach heat but not pressing firm enough to rip the fabric. then, again the knife tears through the hem of their pants and he uses rough, strong hands to tear what doesn't come easily. he tugs and rips, forcing them off balance until he's satisfied with their mostly naked form and ford stands once more, tucking his knife into his belt. "now what were you sayin', hm?" he asks, before forcing his boot right back between their legs, now with no buffer of fabric to fight against. "please sir let me hump your boot? was that it?"
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aspen had always hated that closing that little chapter of their lives had been something that she started. she'd just really felt like she had to. she was the big sister, the responsible one, and since karlie was starting to get attention from people who could actually be with her, like she never could, she'd felt like she had to pull away, especially given she was starting to date more seriously again herself. she just wanted karlie to have a normal life, to have crushes and girlfriends, or boyfriends, whatever her little sister's big heart desired. clearly, though, those complicated feelings that were lurking under all the illicit fun they had together – and there was a lot of both – had never really gone away. the jealousy aspen remembered when she first brought up another girl while they were still messing around came flooding back all at once in karlie's tone, just like it was yesterday. as much as she'd meant to bring up old memories, there were some complexities along with the fun coming up, too. luckily, aspen wasn't out of practice when it came to dealing with a dramatic baby sister. a little levity was usually her friend. "wait, are you really mad i pissed on another girl instead of you? you can't blame me for not seeing that coming, silly." aspen's smile was clear in her soft voice as she playfully smacked karlie's ass through her clothes, then took her shoulder to try to turn her back over, though her touch was gentle. "i mean, i'll do it on you right here on your bed if it'll make you feel better. don't tempt me."
to apply karlie with the label of spoiled would likely be an understatement, though admittedly when aspen had decided to cut the cord on their private, inappropriate moments, she hadn't put up a fight. she played the well-behaved little sister, she'd tried to find validation in people that weren't the other blonde. she'd taken every mediocre experience in the bedroom for what it was, assuming it had something to do with the size of aspen or the forbidden nature of it. she'd found romance in some form, a girl she liked who liked her a lot more, but nothing stuck. nothing made the thoughts of aspen leave her completely. and to think about the older girl surpassing her in experience far beyond anything she had done without her made a strange hurt settle in her gut. she was jealous, yes, but more than that she felt... left out. it was childish and yet the content of her upset was filthy, in a way that should have stopped her from acting like such a spoiled brat, and yet... she made a gruff noise, still firmly turned away from aspen as she glared at the wall. it was hard to keep that grumpy look on her face, though, as she felt aspen smack her ass. she bit down on the inside of her cheek, inhaling as the other turned her over and she inevitably gave in, looking up at her with a look that read more as pathetic than angry. "i don't wanna be your sloppy seconds. or—" squinted then, not sure that was how the phrase worked. karlie groaned, her shoulders slumping. "you have other girls for that stuff, you don't need me. it's fine."
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could have stood there in silence in the doorway for hours just watching her like that, thighs spread open on the bed, tights torn in an effort to more easily get her hand where she wanted it, leotard tugged aside. the sight of jovie like that made noemi's mouth water, her stomach twisting with something like greed. body and mouth moved before her mind, words leaving her as she stepped from where she was hidden. a half-baked plan sprung to life in an instant out of desperation. "you're not doing that right." pointed out to them as she moved towards the bed. "i can't believe you don't know how to."
💗 — closed starter tagging: @maesochists
had spied the other from across the bar, an unfamiliar face in a place that jamie knew well. the stag was one of the few places in which he felt free, not confined by the expectations of his family. he supposed he'd become somewhat infamous there, to a degree. jamie sought out pleasure with a single-minded focus, which had led to him approaching and buying them a drink. he'd smiled and introduced himself, got through the niceties until the alcohol started to kick in and the bar got darker, the dance floor lights switching on as the crowd began to grow thicker with hot, sweaty bodies. want was clearer in his gaze now as he peered at them again, his hand tightening around his beer. "gotta be honest, it's getting harder and harder not to pin you against that bar and kiss you right now." he lets out a warm laugh, but he means it, it's evident in the way he swallows, eyes flitting over them quickly. "maybe worse than that, but i'm trying to be a gentleman."
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"wanting me to suck your dick doesn't make you gay." words are uttered so flippantly that it seems lysander may actually believe them. "we're friends, i can't imagine you've never thought about it." he smiles slyly. "and i'm really fucking good at it, so you'd be kind of a fucking idiot to not want it." except he wants more than that, not that he's admitting as much.
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"sisters help each other with these kinds of things." words are uttered following a scoff at her hesitation. marnie licks her lips, her hand sliding to cover theirs gently, warm in the way she rubs their skin and leans in to peck her cheek. "you can trust me. i just want to take care of you... that's my job."
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the house was dark and quiet as alexander crept outside, escaping the clutches of the woman he was swiftly realising he didn't love to seek out the person who had captured his attention as of late. no matter how inappropriate that happened to be. he'd spied them out the window, lit by the lights of the hot tub as they sat in the warm water. wondered if they were waiting for him, if they knew what a siren they were to him. walked slow, shedding his shirt as he made a path, making eye contact as he stripped down to his underwear. "what are you doing awake?" asked as he slipped into the hot tub across from them, his gaze unsubtle with the way it trailed their body.
💗 — closed starter tagging: @dcrkdcsire
"don't you ever miss that game we used to play?" question is asked somewhat out of the blue, with xanthe extended out on their bed in little more than a tank top and panties. her nipples have visibly pebbled under the thin material at the thought, though she pays them no mind as she continues. "the girlfriend/boyfriend game where we'd practice kissing for hours... i bet we'd be so much better at it now."
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the corner of the club they'd claimed wasn't necessarily private, but it was enough to offer the space for aisha to have what they wanted — them propped on her thigh, rutting against her pathetically. "mm, look so pretty like that." words are cooed into their ear as one hand rests firmly on their ass, coaxing their hips to keep searching for friction. finds she's painfully hard with them like this, but has enough restraint to focus on just them, her free hand cupping their jaw and moving slowly. "think you're gonna be able to even take me, baby?" aisha makes it difficult to answer, considering her two middle fingers are slipping between their lips.
💗 — closed starter tagging: @maesochists
intended for it to only be a brief glance at their browser history and not a deep dive, but alas more wholesome intentions — ideas for a birthday gift — had made way for something darker latching its claws in foster. ever the type to seek out leverage, he'd taken photos, even sending one of the videos of them to his phone. the night had plagued him with inappropriate thought and temptation to look through them again, until he couldn't help palming his cock under the blanket, finding himself travelling slowly into accepting the circumstances. morning brought fresh perspective and a renewed goal. worked like a finely oiled machine, through his workout and breakfast until he spied them in the living room. "you look comfortable." comments as he slips onto the couch beside them, inspecting with fresh eyes. "though i'm surprised you walk around my apartment wearing so much. should take that sweater off."
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their heartbeat is hammering within their ears, a drumbeat that drowns everything else out as they hear his steps grow increasingly closer. the exhaustion has settled fully into their body, they're realizing with an increasing sort of horror, knowing they probably wouldn't even be able to fight him off even if they wanted to. which — deep down, they really didn't. gray hardly has time to think about it, because light is streaming into the closet with ford yanking the doors open, and they're shaking their head before they can stop it, vision blurring with the sudden threat of tears as they're dragged out by their hair. they practically fall into a heap on the floor once they're finally dropped, and a short whimper escapes their lips as they feel the blade of his knife against their shoulder. “please —” they start, but they don't quite know what they're begging for. to be let go, to get a sense of relief, to clean up. their body is shaking, and they know the truth behind their uncle's threat, had seen the aftermath of what he'd done to their friends. it still causes something sick and twisted to heat up low in their belly. the clink of metal against metal as he undoes his belt has their breath catching within their throat, and once they realize what he's referring to, they're shaking their head again despite the fact their cunt is throbbing between their legs. they yelp quietly at the threat of ford stepping on their fingers, pushing themself up before they're sitting on their knees. they can hardly imagine the image they're making on the floor, and they sniffle, unable to stop the way they're leaning into his touch as the belt wraps around their throat. they push up slightly as if they're trying to ease the pressure, but they're suddenly so lightheaded it has them dizzy, whimpering once again as they make eye contact with ford. they feel sick with it — the desire for him to touch them, to make them his, to offer themself up. pup has their whole body going hot — they shudder, before they're shaking their head, trying their best to lie to him even if deep down they knew it was true. “i don't — i don't, please —”
that simple, useless plea withers away between them, sinking to the dirty ground and crumbling to live amongst the dust and trash. supposes some part of them knows as much, having seen the carnage that he doles out without second thought. his connections meant nothing. if anything, the thing that tethered him to gray made him more determined to break them. no loyalty would deter him. it hadn't, in fact. he'd already inflicted cruelty that had led them to this moment, finally catching his prey where no one could interrupt their time together. low chuckle leaves him at the stiff attempt to express distaste, that leather feeling good underneath his rough, calloused hands. always been good at reading people, though he keeps his observations quiet, usually. in this instance, he can see through the shivering and the pathetic, scared look in their eyes. he can see the heat behind their gaze, the way they squirm and if body language weren't enough, the whimper that leaves them as ford stares at them makes a gruff laugh escape him. "huh?" he wraps the belt around his hand, pulling it more firmly taut as he loses that delicious eye contact. "look at me when you speak." he barks, the cruelty seeping back into his tone. "don't what, pup? hm? use your words." hand pulls the belt tighter again, constricting their throat enough to make it difficult to even think, let alone form the words. "guess you didn't have anythin' to say. shame." he keeps that tight hold as he begins to walk. "let an old man get comfortable. been chasin' you long enough." he tugs them along towards the bed where he sits himself down. as he groans, he watches gray, eyes narrowing. "now, let's see what we got here." instead of his hand, it's his boot that extends between them, kicking at their knee to encourage them parting the two. then, the boot pushes between their thighs as he holds tightly, forcing their clothed heat to press against the leather to watch their reaction.
