#fucking BARKINGGGG

[letgomypartypiece]

how havent i found these pics yet

Käärijä at Tallinn Flex Fest, 17.6.2023 part 1/4

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[hyunsvngs]

UMUMUM JUNO UM K SO I DONT READ A LOT OF A/B/O BUT UM

You raise your head, cheeks bright red, and Chan stares at you. His eyes darken, and he raises an eyebrow, before he’s smirking. “Oh, baby. You want our Iyennie for your heat?”

UM THIS CHAN is going to destroy me before i even get to jeongin ohmygodtnebufkwnshxhsj not the loving little taunt oh my fuck

okay im so sorry for screaming im just losing my fucking mind<3

- 🌸

NO CHAN WAS SO SEXY IN IT AND I FUCKING WROTE IT I WAS BARKINGGGG

[stargirlfics]

please lord tell me youve seen that video of oscar issac and jessica chastain bc its all ive been thinking of for days. that tender motherfucker owes me rent the way hes been chilling in my skull. and then gab union of all people liked a tweet saying "I know he talks you through it" like......if that man talked me through anything I think id fucking die, i think, actually! just. into the abyss.

I SURE HAVE AND HE IS A MENACE TO SOCIETY

I’m gonna go feral thinking about him looking at you like THAT talking you through x,y,z…..she is barkingggg 🥵

Then I’m getting flashbacks to when he did that virtual play/script reading thing and his character was saying a bunch of dirty and suggestive shit and I-girl

[celestianstars]

This was such a fun, sexy read!!!! I love a little jealousy and thrill and something about Carmy calling you “cowgirl” has set my brain on fire ahhh!!! Truly you write him so well, I can picture and hear what’s written in his voice it’s so good! Carmy keeping a watchful eye and also his “that’s because you fucking work here, fucko” LMAO I can just picture him seething about the creepy workers who won’t take the hint. And what a way to break in the new couch am I right? The smut was divine bestie, the thrill of having to keep quiet, the fact that anyone could see at any moment, just the pure need they have for each other, the dirty talking…pussy is barkingggg! This was so good and very yummy and that ending had me laughing! This duo is the best! Your writing is just wonderful, Rosie! @matchamorphosis 🤠🤠🤠

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ❞

summary: you and carmy go on a little adventure through the antiques shops that Chicago has to offer.

pairing: boyfriend!carmen berzatto x fem!mena!reader

genre: smut with plot. wordcount: 2K

warnings: 18+ only. oral sex: fem + male receiving. carmy with rings. heavy spanking kink. public sex//exhibition kink. wrap it before you tap it kids. hair pulling kink. dirty talk. huge praise kink. a hint of jealous!carmy. petnames: “baby”, “sweetheart” and “cowgirl”. creepy men alert.

w.note: this is connected to bebadadobe but this takes place way into the future. reminder that reader is middle eastern north african (that’s what mena stands for). hope you guys enjoy reading, make sure to reblog and give some feedback. muah!

“Shhh, baby we need to stay quiet if this is gonna work.” the stroke of your maybelline lips makes Carmen Berzatto obey with a shiver in delight.

you taste sweet — is the first thing that comes to his mind when you place a single manicured finger to his lips. sweet like the pinkness of a fig — he can’t get enough as he laps up your essence that shimmers under the golden lights of the antique shop.

Gazing down on him, you drink in each motion of his lips with attention. Admiring the way he throws his head back against the green velvet of the sofa as his thin lines of pink open to release their restrained moans. Relishing in the way they close quickly afterwards to slip groans that send vibrations up and down your core.

It makes your pussy hotter, needier as you brush the lips of your cunt against his standing dick. Carmy’s hips thrust forward in response to the contact and you giggle in his ear, slipping your finger out of his mouth.

I know you know I need more of you — he internally pleads, his eyes reflecting off of yours as you mold your lips against his. I want you always, I need you to know that — Carmy wants to say but he’s kissing you harder to get rid of every sentiment of neglect your seemingly harmless finger coated in your cum riddled him with.

Your boyfriend holds you closer in his lap, rough hands soften in pressure when he runs them over the curves, hips, dips of your body. They stop at your lower back and embrace you with a rough spank on your ass, the coldness of his rings sting just a slight but it makes you crave that pain more.

“Harder baby, harder please.” you whine against his lips, one of your hands twining into his hair as the other holds onto his bicep that flexes underneath your touch.

“I should know by now how much of a pervert you are but you always surprise me sweetheart.” Carmy whispers as his rough hands come down on your ass hard, his slender fingers spread as his fingertips dig into your flush.

again baby, again — you know those words are all due to the jealousy that clouds his head in shades of green the same color of his eyes. give me more, you know I need more — your lips seperate from his to give you room to breathe, hot breath wafting between your parted mouths.

“Only good surprises I hope. You know how much I love working you up.” you whisper, your arms hung around his neck whilst your hips rotate in a dirty grind that makes Carmy groan and grip your hips harder.

“You didn’t say a single thing when I was gripping this ass for those creeps to see and you’re getting off to the idea of us getting caught by them?” Carmen whispers those words against your lips. “C’mon cowgirl, explain yourself.” he plays with you before spanking your ass roughly this time to make you whine against his mouth.

God the very thought about the owner of the antique shop and his little band of friends catching you both fucking on one of the sofas did get you special kind of excited. Of course, Carmen knew you both were going to spiral in this mess the moment you two stepped into The Malachite Butterfly.

The Malachite Butterfly was the third antique shop of today, hidden behind the green trees and brownstones of Bridgeport. His girlfriend was in desperate need for furniture for her apartment, although she had a knack for restored items and with her looks and negotiation tactics she got them for a much cheaper price.

As you entered the store hand in hand, you were astounded by the grandeur of the interior and the array of bright, shiny, and polished antiques, trinkets, curiosities, and treasures that were hanging from the walls and ceilings as well as expertly arranged on glass cabinets and wooden shelves arranged in a labyrinth of aisles.

The musty smell of old fabric, wood polish, and candle wax hit Carmen’s nose as his eyes continue to take in the endless sceneries. He’s getting dizzy just from looking everywhere until he snaps to attention when he hears you laugh, although he knows that laugh isn’t genuine at all.

“Hello hello, cowgirl.” is what Carmen thinks he caught from a series of voices in the shop, your grip on his hand tightens a slight and he looks at you after instinctively squeezing back.

“What brings a southern flower like you up here in Chicago?” the voice belonged to a man that stood behind the register counter, Carmen correctly assumed that he was the owner as he inspects the other faces in the venue of the shop.

Four other men either sit or stand around the crowded space near the counter, grinning grins that Carmen knew were nothing but bullshit as they all latched there eyes onto you.

“Oh no no, I’m from here. Born and raised actually.” you give a little smile, your fingers twirl the charms of your shoulder bag. “I just like to get dressed up in my boots whenever I have the chance.” you laugh a little as you halfheartedly kick your black and white cowgirl boots in the air.

The little action gets a crowd of wolf whistles and hollers from them, Carmen scoffs — fucking creeps. He gives them an untamed glare of disgust, they don’t even catch onto the way your smile turns into a straight line of discomfort.

“That’s even better, we don’t see many cowgirls ‘round here. You could be our Chicago cowgirl.” They speak but not directly to you, more so amongst themselves as they have their own little fucked side conversations and laughs that make Carmen’s blood boil.

Carmen wants to say something but you’ve spoken to him about this, you love him with all heart but he’s not your knight in shining armor when it comes to handling these situations. You’re more than capable to deal with weirdo creeps like them and you don’t want Carmy to throw unnecessary punches no matter the pick up lines.

“Yeah, no. I’m actually here with my boyfriend. We’ll just be looking through, if we have any questions we’ll let you know.” you speak up, all ounce of sweetness that usually is ingrained in you gone and replaced with a very reserved politeness.

“No no that shouldn’t be a problem, I’ll assist you and your friend. I know the whole shop like the back of my hand.” the owner of the shop speaks up, not even catching onto your words as he maneuvers from behind the counter to make his way towards you.

that’s because you fucking work here, fucko — Carmen takes your arm in is and you lock it as you hold onto his bicep. Those hands so warm to the touch, they give you a comfort as you anxiously play with the thick rings on his fingers.

“Don’t worry that isn’t necessary. My boyfriend and I are more then capable of getting around a store.” the fakest smile Carmy has ever seen you smile spreads sourly on your face as you both make your way through the entrance of the store.

Leaving the owner and his friends behind, not bothering to look behind your shoulders but Carmy hopes those fucking creeps see him lay a hand and take a handful of your ass before you two disappear behind the large ceiling high paintings.

One little thing led to another as you written down all the things you’re considering on your little notepad. Carmy couldn’t keep his hands to himself, the store was huge and it seemed like you two were practically on your own planet so he just couldn’t help but grab at your ass every now and then.

The more he groped at it, the smoother and arousing his remarks he whispered in your ear became. Of course, this game wasn’t as fun than when you both took turn getting the other to make the first move and you ultimately won when you straddled his lap on this very couch.

Of course, you didn’t think that you were going to be taking your game this far but you aren’t complaining now. It was exhilarating, the thought of someone walking into this corner of the shop literally sent electric sparks of pleasure up and down your spine.

Carmen licks his lips and you know you’re done for. “Carmy stop fucking doing that.” you whisper shifting in his lap, grinding against his throbbing cock. Those hands in his hair pull at his curls, not soft enough but hard for him to moan in pleasure as his blue hues meet your sweet mascara one.

“Doing what? This?” Carmen says as he licks his lips again, he knows it drives you crazy and he stands correct when you pull his hair harder. “It’s a bad habit sweetheart, I can’t help it. Why don’t you like my little imperfection?” Carmy playfully comes back softly but the quick slap he gives you on your ass is anything but soft.

You yelp into his neck at the impact, bracing your hands on his broad shoulders when he spanks you once then twice, not caring anymore if those bastards at the counter hear. Right now it seems as though you both understand what you need without having to express it because your limbs, motions, and lips work in sync.

Taking his cock in one hand as his other cups your waist and racks up the hem of your satin slip. You know it’s going to wrinkle by the time you both are done but you don’t say a word as Carmen guides your pussy just over his leaking tip.

“Because your little imperfection drives me absolutely mad, that’s why.” you whisper and he laughs, before giving him two quick kisses on his lips before you slowly bring your hips that Carmy’s hands possessively hold down, taking his thick, throbbing cock into you.

One reason is because you know Carmy’s mouth gets so lonely when you give his dick your undivided attention. Second reason is because you love the way he spills his moans into your mouth when you’re walls squeeze around him.

Biting your bottom lip when you see how deep his blush has spread from his face to his neck. The way his blue hues close shut, those brown lashes curtaining the skin under his eyes. Taking your finger, you trace down from his hairline down to the hill-like slope of his nose, then down the space above his lips then stopping at his open mouth.

Carmen’s lips curve into a smile at the action, he maintains his hold on your hips, and your own trace the tattoos on his fingers, forearms, and biceps. His rings reflect the light of hundreds of gleaming chandeliers above you both, casting gleaming glimmers across the mirrors and polished vases.

“God Carmy, you feel so fucking good.” you cry a moan into his neck, continuing the up and down motion of your pussy enveloping each inch of his cock. “You’re so perfect baby, everything about you is perfect.” you’re praise ignites a match within him, turning his bloodstream into fire.

more, more of your sweet words please — that thought flickers on and off in his mind as both his hands slap on your ass before gripping your hips. i’ll do anything for them, I know you know that — his hands help rock you, finding a rhythm that helps make you both whimper and moan into each other’s mouths.

“You feel so— fuck, so so good sweetheart, you’re so fucking good. Don’t stop, please don’t.” Carmen rasps, wanting you closer and closer but with so little time and the knot twisting inside his belly he’s instead thrusting his dick deeper and deeper into you.

“I’m close, shit I’m close. Keep doing that, yeah baby just like that. You’re doing such a good job.” you moan in his ear following a little yelp when he speaks your ass again, your breath hitched in your throat when his cock rubs against your sweet spot just fucking right you tighten around the thick width of him.

“Fuck! Y/n sweetheart please do that again. Fuck me, do that again please.” your boyfriend whimpers into your mouth, his hips thrusting forward with a single purpose and it’s to see you crumble into nothing in his arms.

“Like this baby? This is what you want? Take it baby, it’s all yours. All of me for you.” you whisper as your grind increases, the velvety wetness enfolding his cock with every compression of your walls.

Carmy’s teeth grit at the burning pressure building up in his abdomen, he’s swimming in a sea of pleasure and he’s happy to let the waves swallow him up when you bite that little bit of ear that makes his cock jump and his weight melt into the couch.

The pleasure is blinding, fluttering rapidly deep within you like a plethora of butterflies caught within a jar. With every stroke Carmen’s girthy cock has against your walls makes you pull harder on his curls, and with every hit his fat tip has against your golden spot springs tears in your eyes.

“You’re so good to me Carmy, always so good.” you moan as he kisses up and down the space of your neck. “Carmy baby, your cock feels like heaven inside of me—” Carmy’s hips drive upwards, inciting a gasp to escape from you when he pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the couch.

One of his hands hold onto both of yours as he pins them above your head, your legs wrapped around his waist as his other bends your leg to dig his cock deeper into you. “I love your pussy, it wraps around me so fucking good. Fuck! Fucking love you.”

Those golden brown curls curtains both your hot faces as your noses bump into each other, your teeth catch his bottom lip and he can’t help but grunt into your mouth as his thrusts get tougher.

“My pussy loves you too, baby.” you giggle and that sweet sound makes him delirious, he rocks into you harder to the point where you’re mistaking the lights above you as stars.

Each one of the butterflies within you are on fire and you cum all over his cock hard and heavily. Singing your sweet noises as Carmy pumps his cock so deep into you as he reaches his own ending high.

“I’m so close sweetheart, so fucking close.” he pants into your mouth, the ruthenium of hips getting sloppier by the second. “Go on then baby, come for me.” those words go perfectly when he slips your tongue in your mouth and you embrace it as he pulls out and spills each drop of his cum onto your exposed, messy clit.

Spots cloud Carmen’s vision, it’s taking all his power to not let all his tired weight drop o to you but you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you. A symphony of your pants and sighs play in the space, his face in the crook of your neck inhaling you.

“Carmy?” you whisper to him, his head lifts up in attention as he looks at you. “Y/n?” He responds, you tuck a lock of hair behind his ear and he smiles at the action.

“I know I haven’t told you this before but I adore your imperfections.” there’s a shade of guilt within your voice, Carmen easily can catch it but he eases your worries with a stroke of his thumb on your cheek.

“Even when they drive you mad?” he teases, his lips lightly hovering yours, spreading warmth over them like butter. “Especially when they drive me mad.” the tip of his nose touches yours and you feel your heart flutter.

A soft kiss is exchanged between you both and you both clean yourself ups. Getting off the couch, you and Carmen look at the scandalous mess that you’ve left on it. “Yep, this is it. This is the couch.” you grin and take Carmen’s hand as you walk with him to the register.

“So you enjoyed you’re search, cowgirl? Find anything ya like?” The man behind the counter says with a sleazy smile and the same faux southern accent that make his friends cackle.

“Yeah actually,” you smile to Carmen, getting out your wallet from your shoulder bag after kissing Carmen’s cheek and rejecting his offer to pay for you.

“I’m thrilled to hear that. Say, between you and me—” the man leans over the counter, giving you wink. “I’ll give ya forty percent off. This place is a bit busy around this time of the year but since no one’s around I’ll give ya the deal.” he attempts to slide his hand over yours but it’s at a lost when you pull your body away and take the clipboard within his other extended hand.

Carmen doesn’t care that his smirk is really apparent. “That’s amazing! Thank you.” you reply as you write down all the necessary shipping details on the spreadsheet. “It’s the green velvet couch with the wood detailing for $400.”

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific cowgirl. I think me and you are gonna have to take a look in the back together to see what you want me to give you. I got a whole buncha green couches.”

it’s the only one with a cum stain — Carmy wants to snap, annoyed that they still have the audacity to continue to pursue you. However, he snaps his head to you in shock because it’s you who says it.

“It’s fresh too, you wouldn’t mind cleaning it up for me before you ship it would you?” you say in such a matter of fact tone that the owner and his friends can’t help but shut up for a second to register it.

Finishing up with the clipboard and hand it right back to the owner who fumbles as he hands you your receipt. “I-I guess I can give the cleaners a call before I do.” he stammers.

Finally, you grin a genuine smile and take the receipt from him. “Thank you! I’ll spread the word about the shop.” you smile at Carmy as you take his hand and guide him out of the shop.

The bell attached to the door jingles for the last time, letting the owner and his friends know you’re finally gone.

“Cowgirl, we cannot show our faces back on those terrains again.” Carmy laughs and you grin, “I don’t mind that at all.”

carmen berzatto tags: @squidlywiddly87 . @celestianstars . @emilykjh .