#// again MINORS DON'T YOU FUCKIN DARE. ABSOLUTELY NOT.

[thebearer]

could you please write a daddy!carmy spanking blurb? she’s just been being a brat all damn day and he has had absolutely enough and ends up forcing her over his knee

absolutely. i love a spanking blurb don't look at me. esp with dom!carm ok? lol minors dni 18+ everything is consensual and pre-consented to :)

"What's the matter with you?" Carmen's tone was tired, exasperated even, eyes pleading softly with you. A look you didn't return.

Oh no, instead your lips twisted together, arms crossing over your chest furiously. You'd been like this all day- mean. Mean from the moment he'd picked you up. Mean on the train ride into the city. Mean at the store, even when Carmen held your bags for you. A permanent snarl on your lips, snapping and rude comments that left Carmen retreating.

It wasn't your birthday, anniversary, no important dates he could think of. He'd cancelled the night before, staying too long at the restaurant, but you sounded fine on the phone, especially when he made it up to you by taking you out today. Carmen couldn't figure out what was going on with you, but he was slowly teetering out of concern and edging more towards annoyed.

"Hey," Carmen tried again, hand snaking under your jaw lightly. "Baby, what is goin' on with you-"

"-Nothing." You snapped, fierce and mean, louder than you should have. The people beside you on the L cutting their eyes only for a moment before turning back to their own tasks.

Carmen's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, dropping his hand from your grasp, knee bouncing furiously. You knew he was fed up with this attitude of yours, that you'd probably be in for it when you got home- you hoped you would be. Carmen had been so busy at the restaurant. Staying late hours and early mornings, and you couldn't help but feel jealous. Absent of his affection. You tried to coax it out sweetly, yet it still wasn't working, so you decided to get it the only other way you knew how to: by being a brat and pushing him to his limit.

The ride back was silent, an even quieter walk back to Carmen's apartment. He still stood beside you, still carried the bags, still held the door open for you when you got home.

"You gonna help me?" Carmen grit, putting the groceries away.

"Why?" You snapped, rolling your eyes. "You don't know where it goes?"

"Alright, are you bein' serious?" Carmen snapped, whirling around to face you, brows furrowed and eyes bulging in anger. It made your tummy flip with excitement.

"Being serious? I mean, do you seriously not know where it goes?" You huffed, stomping towards a bag. Carmen's hand caught you by your upper arm before you could.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Carmen barked, your eyes lifting to his with a slight roll. His jaw flexed making your lips twitch. "What the fuck has gotten into you?"

"Nothing, Carmen, Christ." You huffed, yanking yourself out of his grip. "You're so annoying today. It's pissing me off."

You didn't miss the flash of hurt that fell across his face, making your heart skip. Maybe you were taking it too far. Being too mean.

Carmen's lips pressed together, shaking his head. "You just tryna piss me off?"

"Why? Is it working?" You sneered, that familiar glint in your eyes when Carmen caught them. Dark and daring, one he knew all too well. Of course this was what you were doing. Carmen rolled his eyes, slamming the fridge shut.

"Yeah, you're bein' such a fuckin' brat today. It is really startin' to piss me off." Carmen sneered, stepping towards you. "Better watch that mouth."

"Or what?" You challenged, heat of excitement pooling between your legs, hoping your excitement didn't show. "What are you gonna do? Just bitch some more?"

"Really?" Carmen tilted his head to the side. You just glared at him, leaving him scoffing. "Fine. Wanna be like that? I can be mean too." His hand was on your arm, dragging you over to the couch.

You squirmed in his grasp, huffing and pushing on his arm. "Carmen, stop, holy shit. You are pissing me off now-" You were over his knee with a slight grunt, Carmen's hand yanking your leggings down easily.

"This what you wanted? Wanted me to be mean?" Carmen's hand cracked down on your upturned ass, a loud clap that had you gasping, arching off his lap.

That delicious sting spreading over your ass, leaving you aching between your legs. You bit back a cry of pleasure, taking a cleansing breath instead before looking at him over your shoulder.

"That didn't even hurt." You sneered.

Carmen scoffed, his free hand pushing on your spine so you were flat against his lap, other hand lifting to crack down on your ass again- harder this time. You gasped, squirming as he settled in his rhythm, alternating from cheek to cheek. You keened, whimpered, outright moaned. You were enjoying yourself far too much, Carmen thought, but he didn't dare stop.

Instead, he let you lift you hips up, raising them so he could strike where you needed him. His own cock throbbed, knowing he was already leaking every time he saw your puffy, slick lips peeking out and teasing him. His mouth watered, desperate do dive in and lick you until you were screaming.

He'd wait. Wait until it was right. He had to finish this first- you had to finish first.

Carmen's hand tingled with every sharp smack against your ass, focusing on the center of your ass, pleased with how you'd whine and your breath would hitch.

"You gonna be nice?" Carmen asked, free hand pulling you by your hair when you didn't answer. "Better fuckin' answer me. You gonna be good?"

"Yes!" You panted. You were so close. The vibrations from Carmen's palm were sending waves of pleasure right to your core, combined with the friction from rubbing yourself on his thigh, and that brilliant sting of pain that left you throbbing- you weren't going to last much longer.

"Who?" Carmen sneered, hand cracking again, then again, sharp and purposeful. "Who're you talkin' to?"

"You." You snipped. Carmen's hand fell hard against your cheeks, actual punishing smacks that had you crying out. "You, D-Daddy!"

"That's right." Carmen hummed, continuing his pace, letting go of your hair. "You better be good f'Daddy, or I'll bring out the spoon again. You hear me?"

You didn't reply, strangled words caught in your throat while you shook and bucked over his lap, body twitching with pleasure. Carmen's hand ran over your hot cheeks, squeezing them lightly while you whimpered, lying limply over his lap.

"Ready to be good?" Carmen rasped, lips hovering over your cheek.

You nodded, eyes glossy still shuddering at your own orgasm. Carmen's fingers dipped between your legs, sliding through your slick folds while you whimpered and shuddered above him. "Good. Be good for Daddy and let me taste you."

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[goddamnitchuuya]

Chuuya with a really shy s/o shsggdgsgd

I feel like he’d treat them so gently and praise them saying it’s okay for them to let out their noises

This man has me weak in the knees 😩

EXACTLY and we're all weak in our knees for this man

contains: soft dom chuuya x f reader, fluffy smut, penetration, creampie, slight cum play, cunnilingus, basically headcanons.

minors dni.

Chuuya, whose ginger locks tickled your cheeks when he whispered sweet nothings into your ears while pratically worshipping your whole being.

Chuuya who secretly laughs knowing you don't dare whimper on how big he is.

Chuuya... he doesn't like it when you cover your face as he enters you. Whether it's your hands over your eyes, face deep in the pillow or hiding in his neck, accidentally biting down to stiffle your most embarrassing moans. He gently interlace his fingers with one of your hands to keep it in place, bringing your other to his lips to press a reassuring kiss. Tells you it's okay, he wants to see your lewdest expressions and hear you babbling on how good he's making you feel.

"So good for me, pretty girl." "Nah, move your fuckin' hands, let me see you." "So tight, that's it..." "D- damn... do you have any ideas of what you do to me?" his list goes on. As much as he likes claiming you as his over and over, Chuuya absolutely loves every single mark you leave on him, the occasional hickeys on his shoulders when you squirt on his cock, the long scratches on his shoulder blades and forearms when his tip hits a particular spot, the purple adorning his back because of how hard the heel of your feet digs into it. Don't even get shy over all of these, he'd happily show them off to everyone if they asked.

When you come, back arched beautifully to his body and tits brushing against his chest, his hands are quick to support you. Chuuya closes every gap left between your bodies. Extra points if you don't bury your face in his shoulder anymore.

Chuuya who stares for way too long at the clear white thick and sticky cum lining from your cunt to his still hard cock when he pulls out. It's only when you close your legs out of embarrassment he snaps back, smirking to himself as the fluids can still drip down from between your thighs and onto the sheets. It doesn't stop there, though. He's crawling back and lifting your thighs up around his waist, the underside of his dick glided between your folds and coating it further of your mixed fluids. His thumb caresses your lower lip ever so softly as he asks if you're okay, if you want more, he'd give you the whole world.

Chuuya, who's willing to spend the whole night on his knees, eatin' his baby out as if it were the last meal of his life, letting you push him in deeper for more, tug at his hair as freely as you wish, anything except muffling the cute sounds he's pulling out of you. He won't stop until he has pushed all the shyness out of you, leaving you finally begging and he'll indulge everything you want. He also gets off on your pleasure so don't worry about him.

Allowing you to slump against his chest in the bath while helping you wash away the mess between your thighs. Chuuya holds you like a delicate flower. Each feather light touch landing on your skin is enough to make you forget the soreness of your legs. But he's always been careful, carrying you to bed knowing full well how shy you could get again if he sees you barely have the strength to stand on your own.

Nakahara fucking Chuuya... he just loves you too much. How many times do you want him to remind you that?

#getyouachuuya

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #🍵writes #chuuya's a king tbh #no one is convincing me otherwise #not even himself

[whaleofatjme1920]

i absolutely LOVE your writing and needed to share.

i’ve been listening to ‘the haunting’ by set it off and good lord is it giving brian vibes. just the idea of him slamming shit while holding reader’s throat saying ‘no one will love you like i did’ and being a jealous ass is oddly hot? strangely? is that anything?

as a formal request i guess it would be brian/hoodie with reader that’s upset you’re not as attached as he is, or obsessive brian?

i love love LOVE your style btw!!! it’s so fluid and well written

Open Flame

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: BIG TW, abusive, dark content/yandere?, choking, there is no SA in here but it is physically abusive. MINORS DNI]

[AN: hey love bug, thank you so so much! Makes my day <3 you caught me in a decent mood for something outside of hcs. Here's a little,,, scenario thing? For you. It might not,,, be the direction you want but it does have,,, elements of what you asked for.

If anyone acts like this to you in real life, GET OUT. This is abusive and wrong.]

His hand is so tight around your throat, the feeling of thinly veiled warmth covered by a leather glove is searing into your flesh as his hazel eyes bore into you with a deep hatred, you might mistake it for love. "Brian," you choke out, eyes rolling up slightly as he squeezes you like you hardly matter to him.

His boots are crunching over broken glass as he walks you back to the wall, shoving and pushing at your growing limp body. His chest is barely heaving, like he wants to pant but won't. "How dare you?" He asks in a steely tone, seconds from slamming you to the back of the wall.

The scent of vanilla and roses float in the air. They're a cruel reminder of a relationship that could have been with someone gentle and sweet, someone who doesn't question you being out of their sight for more than hour. They were so kind and the butterflies that they made take flight in your stomach were beautiful with gossamer wings. There's candles burning in the windowsill, and you pray Brian hasn't seen them as you know he'd burn the house down with them.

You sputter as he releases the grip on your throat just a bit to let you pathetically argue your case. "We b-broke up years ago!" You cry out as crystalline tears fall down from your puffy eyes. You choke again, coughing and hacking as he steals the breath from your lungs by hitting you hard against the wall. You swear you can feel your brain rattle around in your skull as he shakes you wildly.

His brows furrow and his face contorts to straight rage. His lips are pulled downwards into a scowl. "What on God's green fuckin' earth are you talking about?" He spits as his taller form looms over you. He looks different than the sweet, sunshiny boy you fell in love with in college. He's bigger now, sports a lot more facial hair, the circles under his eyes are decidedly dark, and there's little scars decorating his face, his neck, that must tell a plethora of stories you don't really care to sit down and listen to. "You really want to tell me you went outside of our relationship like that?" He scoffs loudly and looks around the room he's trashed.

The meal you were making for your date is burning in the oven. Glass shattered, the smell of wine soaking the hardwood floors, a higher end brand of perfume and cologne tossed haphazardly to mix with the trash and trace of that person destroyed. Hell, he's put his fists through your wall a few times and he's still gripping onto you like you're going to evaporate into thin air if he isn't there to hold you.

Brian laughs coldly, and you almost feel sick to your stomach to refer to him as such. This is a demon wearing Brian's face, you're sure of it. Your Brian would have never treated you this way. Your Brian accepted your breakup with grace despite his heart shattering into a million tiny pieces. "No, no," he shakes his head before letting go of your throat, watching as you tumble down to the floor and let your knees crash on broken glass.

The feeling of sliced, broken flesh doesn't even register in your head as you attempt in vain to steal back the air he'd taken from you before you screech. "Let me go!" You scream, clawing like a caged, wild animal at his covered forearm. Your scalp is burning in pain as he grabs at your hair and tugs hard, almost like he's trying to take it directly from the root. You briefly catch his gaze and in it, see the flicker of a candle.

'Fuck!' You think as kick at him and use all the strength you can possibly muster to free yourself from his grasp.

Brian isn't giving you the time of day. He roughly hauls you up to your bed and works on tying you up, arms connected to the bedpost but not bothering with your legs. He feels your eyes on him as you thrash about, and almost revels in the way that you panic upon seeing him root around in his pockets for a lighter. He flicks it open, and while that light springs to life, your eyes are almost devoid of it.

He brings the lighter close to the bed, close to you, before you open your mouth once more.

"I'm sorry!" You sob brokenly, still moving away from the open flame but too tired and feeling your body break to fight him. "I'm so sorry."

He doesn't cap the flame but stares at you a moment or so too long. "Do you even know what those words mean?"

#tw #trigger warning #minors dni #hoodie x reader #hoodie headcanons #creepypasta x reader #brian thomas x reader

[incarnateirony]

you've got such confidence that everybody ever daring to criticize you is in some secret cult based around your destruction or something. you are wrong sometimes, so what, everyone is! writing paragraphs upon paragraphs "owning" your hater's and wanting to quote "rip their face and nuts off, kick them, then throw them in an acid container so nobody can find the body" makes you look like a weirdo, not someone capable of taking criticism and grow from it.

...No secret cult, just common sense when I catch you guys bitching on twitter in the middle of my anon storm. And the fact that you can't communicate like normal human beings for shit, and are so unplugged you think you can use words like "mistress" while pretending to not be from Over There. Bruh. They're the only ones that use that dialogue. I literally scrolled like a week of a muted cockles channel to find this since you guys went absolutely useless and hid when you realized I was HAPPY to think it was her. So I found it myself and was honestly disappointed. Guess what? Not a single cockles person uses that FUCKING term.

You. Can't. Communicate. Like. Normal. Human. Beings. Anymore. Even if you think you are, you're not. And you're too socially dysfunctional to understand why you're like HOW DO YOU DO FELLOW HELLERS whenever you try.

Again. I put in my post, and listed things I've been wrong about, and when I responded to them then. I also admitted I was wrong about a vague yeah i put on some random anon about who someone might be because it's an area I don't care about because I DONT FUCKING SHIP AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH TV OR LEAKS? I also very clearly highlighted the difference between leaks and memes, because that's confused you.

Not times I've had a human margin of error in day to day life.

LEAKS, MOTHERFUCKER. TELL ME ONE I GOT WRONG, THAT ISNT A VAGUE CLAIM OR A LIE YOU'RE PARROTING FROM 2pO'S CULT. No, you don't have to be IN the cult to be dumb enough to parrot it either, that's not what I'm saying. NOT SHITPOSTS. NOT. I DUNNO. SEEING THE WRONG CONSTELLATION IN THE SKY SOME DAY.

LEAKS, MOTHERFUCKER. SPEAK CLEARLY. WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN WRONG.

LEAKS DONT COME BY PROXY OF GIDDY FAN REACTIONS. LEAKS COME BY WAY OF TANGIBLE PROOF OR DIRECT DISCUSSION WITH CREATIVES AND MULTIPLE TIERS OF CONFIRMATION BEFORE I EVER PEEP A FUCKIN WORD. (with exception to minor caveats I give specifically, such as the capacity limit of a current source or the ability for something to slip through which. GASP. ADMITS MARGIN OF ERROR EVEN IN LEAKS FROM GOOD SOURCES.)

LEAKS. WHAT. HAVE. I. GOTTEN. WRONG. STOP VAGUEBLOGGING. YOU KEEP SAYING IT. FIND ONE.

(Oh, and don't hope for Margin Of Error to save you on Deancas. I can promise you, it won't here.)

I'd give you a half point if you were smart enough to say "you got the episode filming numbers mixed up" (which, by the way, I admitted and corrected), which also has nothing to do with the leaks, because grabbing bulked out footage and trying to mentally attach them to filming days is, yet again, NOT THE SAME AS FUCKING LEAKS. I already CLARIFIED earlier the divisions on sources and where shit is from. Like yeah, 90% of those vids are from insta, 10% good luck chucklefuck try to find it. That 90% I try to plug in by filming and don't get a clapboard for every. Sometimes you skew a couple of days. OH LOOK THERE! HUMAN ERROR ON SOMETHING I ADMITTED AGAIN. Just. Not actually leaks (spare for that 10% or so). As much as. Trying to find the shape the leaks I have are taking visually, which is an entirely different thing you guys also suck bad at.