#carrie speaks

[carnations-fixations]

God, listened to something the other night and I can't stop thinking about like, working a terrible office job an just totally zoning out for an hour, playing solitaire or tetris on your computer until your boss calls you into her office

And you're just like oh fuck oh fuck she's gonna fire me oh shit oh shit-

Then you finally get into her office and she's sitting at her desk, rubbing her temple and staring at her computer with pure fucking disdain

You manage to squeak out a small "You wanted to see me?" And she looks up, her face relaxing almost imperceptibly. She tells you to sit and you do, not giving your obedience a second thought. You're still terrified you'll be out of a job.

"This meeting is killing me, and I know you're not doing any work in there, so you're going to stay here with me until it's over."

You look at her confused.

"I've seen you check me out more than enough times by now, love. Now, you can absolutely walk back out that door and keep not-working, I assure you no one's stopping you, or you can stay here and earn a little bonus."

Now you understand what's happening. She points to the floor next to her and you stand, walking over and kneeling. You think about leaving. You think about quitting. But she's right, you've been very attracted to her since the moment you saw her, and you struggle to keep your eyes off her body. So maybe this isn't so bad

She starts by just petting your hair as you sit there, staring forward and feeling a cocktail of anxiety, fear, and excitement bubbling in your chest. Then she gets even more bored, and slowly turns her chair so that you're facing each other instead of being side by side

"Last chance," She says, staring lasers into your skull. You can't bring yourself to meet her gaze, but you stay right where you are, obediently making your allegiance clear.

"Good girl," She says, opening her legs. She puts your head between her thighs, not taking off her pants, at least not yet. You finally look up at her, and she's staring at you with the most intense adoration you've ever been subject to. She's surprisingly gentle, simply petting your hair and looking down at you. Her pants are starting to bulge, the sight of you between her legs enough to get her aroused.

You feel daring enough to, while keeping eye contact, kiss her inner thigh. She grins and nods.

"Go on, doll."

Your chest feels like it's wrapped around a nuclear core. Jesus Christ this is hot- you look away, blushing profusely, and she slaps you. Not exceedingly hard, but it stings and sends a message.

"Eyes up here, doll."

You nod again, looking back up at her and placing gentle kisses on her thighs, moving higher... higher... until her grip on your hair becomes somewhat sadistic, pushing you closer to her now-prominent bulge.

You kiss and nuzzle and- god she smells fucking good- it's already enough to get you feeling high off her scent. She nods and pets you, pushing you down, although you don't need it. You'd already be grinding your face against her regardless.

Finally, you get brave, and reach up to her belt.

"That's it, dolly, go ahead- You know how to please Mommy, don't you~?"

God- No one's really talked to you like this before, and it makes your head swim, forgetting the inappropriate nature of all of this. All you want is to make her happy- You undo her belt with shaking hands and unzip her pants, just pulling them apart enough to get to what you need-

She's nice enough to help you pull her panties down, and you finally have access to her long, throbbing cock. A sound escapes you, like an excited squeak.

"Aww, little puppy wants a treat?"

You feel hot and fuzzy and strange and all you can think about is sucking Mommy's cock like a good little whore- you don't even know where these impulses come from. At this point, you don't care. You just inhale and let the scent of her musk erase all your thoughts.

"Open."

You obey.

She lowers herself onto your tongue.

"Suck."

You obey.

She pushes your head down, lower, until you're gagging harshly.

"Good fuckin' girl- Mnh--fuck, you're not too bad at this, I should keep you around-- nnNNgh-"

Hearing her voice break only makes your mind break double, looking up at her and sucking like your life is on the line, She bites back loud moans, dictating your pace with a hand in your hair. As she starts to get rougher and rougher, you can't help but feel so, so needy- hitting your uvula and making you gag, something you never thought you'd like, is like heaven in her hands.

"Mmn-- God you're such a good little whore for Mommy- NHfh--"

The praise only makes you more excited, and you find yourself starting to grind on her wing-tip Oxford's, whining on her cock. She doesn't notice, too distracted by your mouth, she starts to roughly fuck your face, hold you steady as she bucks her hips.

You feel her tense, and you whine, pushing yourself down all the way as she cums down your throat. The noise you make is depraved, and she responds with a low, gutteral groan, holding you down and breathing heavily.

Finally, she let's you up, her seed dripping down your chin from what you couldn't swallow. She takes her finger and runs it up your chin, gathering up the string that's fallen out, and shoves it in your mouth.

"Good fucking girl, perfect for Mommy... Now, clean her off."

You lick and suck at the tip of her limp cock, cleaning off all of the cum you can before putting her dick away. You're still grinding on her shoe, not even really thinking about it, but you're making noises that tip her off, and now that you're not choking on her cock you notice how close you are.

"Aww, little slut got so worked up she couldn't help herself, huh?"

You nod, whining and holding onto her leg.

"Are you close, doll?"

You nod again.

"Go ahead baby, keep going. I want you to cum for Mommy, okay? Just keep going and say Mommy's name when you cum, doll"

You nod again, quickly and appreciatively, grinding and whimpering as you feel your orgasm flood closer. You manage to whine out a single word as you cum, ruining yourself in her office.

"Mnhhh- Mm-Monmy--!!"

She pets your hair and smiles down at you, clearly pleased at your obedience as you ruin yourself on her shoe.

Well, now there's a problem. You're panting and shaking on the floor, covered in her cum and your own, and you still have another 3 hours of work.

"You can clean up in my office's bathroom, darling, take your time. I want you to finish out the day in that skirt, though. Some people have been getting a little too friendly with my doll, and they need to be reminded who you belong to."

You mumble out a slurred "Yes Mommy" as you sit limp against her leg, catching your breath.

Something tells you this isn't a one time deal.

[smolvenger]

Moots, SAS, and other friends, this is how we should call each other!

@muddyorbsblr @lokisgoodgirl @holdmytesseract

[queen-paladin]

Always thinking of her (female character who is punished by the narrative for not being “as cool” as another female character)

[kloppool]

guys my best friend/roomie went to london over break and she got me a liverpool scarf and literally spent half of her last day running around trying to find something liverpool for me, even tho she dosen't even like or care about football and could've easily found something else to get me. i'm gonna hang it up above my bed n show you guys

[faslaidir]

I wish I was strong enough to move somewhere by myself and build my own life, but I am periodically unstable and I need my family or I fall the fuck apart. Like I don’t begrudge my family and I’m so grateful to them, I just wish I knew how to do this on my own.

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hey guys, I am going to close requests for now, to let you know. And it will be pretty permanent.

The thing is, I feel so bad about it, but I have lost inspiration and motivation to write fanfic about Queen, Beatles, and the BohRap actors. It feels so weird and sad, considering I was such a big fan since 2019, but I feel like internally I have moved on and have ideas for other fandoms and fics that I am more into and passionate about. Some of them can be read on my side blog @smolvenger or at Archive of Our Own with the username VasaliaTheWise. And at my Etsy shop, Breathing Daydreams, I will write for anyone for a letter who has the ability to pay me!

Don’t get me wrong- I am still a fan and will listen to their music and watch their movies with passion and joy. And I still want to write for The Great, too!!! I just don’t feel the pull and inspiration to write as much for those previous fandoms and people for free. And I get all these requests from people begging me to do so and then don’t get as much as a comment or a reblog and sometimes a thank you.

I will get to working on everyone’s requests in my inbox, true to my word. And if you are or know a blog who writes for one of these fandoms, let me know at once so I can share them!

I just don’t want to feel like I am wearing myself thin and forcing myself to write too much for something that doesn’t excite or inspire me as much to write. I know I will disappoint a lot of people here, but I have to stick to my guns and advocate for myself.

Thank you guys for listening and your patience!

[carrie-whites-whispers]

Alanka quietly stood there with her eyes on the floor

Ahoj {Hi}

Carrie squinted. Right. There was still a bit of trouble between them because of Norman.

[paper-mario-wiki]

know well that you cannot bestow Jester's Privilege upon yourself.

being as it's directly related to how people react to you, that's something that's earned. that's something that you are awarded by another.

the true fool is the one who thinks they can get away with it every time solely through virtue of being silly. silliness alone does not a jester make. silliness is the foundation. it's the well from which you draw the water. any clown can be silly.

how you draw the water, how you channel it, and how you deliver it. that's what earns your privilege.

[shima-draws]

Actually yeah it’s insane to me how Luffy carries Law around in Dressrosa and Law just. Lets him. Like he could easily struggle out of Luffy’s grip but nope he goes full boneless and allows Luffy to carry him like a sack of potatoes. And this isn’t a brief thing either Luffy literally lugs him around over the course of like 20 episodes and Law’s so quiet that sometimes I forget he’s even there but then I remember and I’m like OH. MY GOD?? He’s STILL draped over Luffy’s arm like a fucking coat. And it’s so fucking funny when I look over and see him with his hood up hanging over Luffy like this

Like. He’s going through it rn. He’s got zero dignity left in him to care

[kanskje-kaffe]

Silco was born in the dark. Home to him is the greasy green of oil-lamps and the buzz of the electrics, powered with bunched cables that trailed overhead and fanned out at the tunnel junctions. It's the smell of coal and tallow, stone dust and diesel backwash. It's the crunch of grit between his teeth. It's thirst. The fissure folk were always wary of miners, said they could see in the dark. It's true. Silco can. --- Silco endures wounds upon wounds, and still he doesn't die—but he's not the only one. Don't all monsters come from the dark? Tell me about Zaun again, Vander.

Howl Right Back on AO3

Pairing: Silco/Warwick, Silco/Vander Rating: Explicit Chapters: 1/3

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This is a gift for the amazing @wishfulsketching and their bomb ass Silco-meets-Warwick fanart. I was sooososo inspired by the image of Silco screaming the fuck back into Warwick's face! That's a love language babey! I think Silco deserves a werewolf boyfriend who eats people!

(Thank you to @withercrown and @spicedrobot for the beta and edits! Mwah mwah!)

[carnations-fixations]

Sometimes i hear people on here dissing Class-Hs, the hypnotics, and i think they forget about haustorics. like, imagine this:

You're waiting by the door for your Mistress like you do every day, sitting and waiting and sitting and waiting. You feel so, so bored. Despite that, you can't think of anything else to do, and you do really want to be at the door, on your knees when Mistress gets home.

You wait, and you fidget, and you wait, forgetting that Mistress has cameras all over her house, that she's always watching her little pet. So when you finally feel like it's too much to bear, a hissing feeling, like gas let out of a tank, overwhelms your body. Your eyes flutter, your mouth lolls open, and your bored expression is replaced with a plaintive, silly smile.

You suddenly drop, dropping deep into your Mistress. She sees you do it. She's aware of just how open you are.

She knows.

She thinks you deserve a reward, and you only think what she wants you to think.

Your hands move without the permission of your body as you suddenly begin stripping off your clothes, crawling on all fours away from the door and returning with Mistress's favorite nine-inch dildo and a bottle of lube. You are going to be very, very open for her by the time she gets back.

[smolvenger]

I don’t know what’s wrong with me lately. It’s maybe burnout from my job(s) and being in a show. Then I think it manifests on me being online all the time and I get peeved online so easily and get tempted to say things back

I get peeved when someone says that being girly is already “winning” in society and that “girly” things and doing them is being oppressed and following gender roles bc I am naturally a girly person.

I get peeved when people cry that with stories and the debate about morality and that there shouldn’t be morality in stories or morality control and then say I am the morality police when something happens in a story I don’t like or find triggering.

I get distracted from my writing and can’t focus lately.

When I see hate on certain fictional characters that I find I project myself onto, I get emotional and want to yell and do things and say things on impulse when they hate on said character….like I am defending myself.

And I find myself just staring at my phone just wanting to scream and rant and then I….dont know what to do.

Could I….have a hug, guys? I may have to schedule more therapy for all that🥲

@liminalpebble @holdmytesseract @muddyorbsblr @eleniblue @five-miles-over

[kloppool]

guys im from pennsylvania btw so pls keep my sanity in ur prayers tmrw

[faslaidir]

Becoming a gym regular really is the final anxiety boss battle. Like you really have to learn to take up space, look ridiculous, and ask for help from strangers.

On the plus side I am getting swol af.

[bunnyflrt]

nah nah but like the "treat her like a princess fuck her like a slut" concept. devotional doms. doms that love sinking to their knees for their sub and kissing your legs and thighs and giving you head until you cry. doms that service and obey everywhere but the bedroom. keeping their sub up all night, making you beg for every touch, then taking you shopping the next day and carrying all your bags for you, refusing to let you lift a finger. doms that worship, not out of submission, but out of a loving devotion. doms who will say the filthiest things when you're falling apart beneath them and then whisper praises up your body. doms that kiss your stomach, your fingertips, the insides of your wrists, the back of your knees, the small of your back, all before leaving bruises and marks all over your pretty body. doms who tie you up as if it's prayer, tracing the ropes along every inch of you. doms who fuck you like a whore but love you like a devotee.

[likesomekindofcheese]

When I realize I Want to share WIP snippets just because I want the attention already and that I'm rushing the revising process a bit because I want the reactions.