Spooky & Perverted

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[brattybat]

⚠️ WARNING: This blog contains elements that are not suitable for some audiences. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!⚠️

MDNI!!! MUST HAVE AGE IN BIO. BLANK PAGES & NO AGE IN BIO = Instant blocked!

I guess it’s time for me to make a pinned post about myself since my page is getting some attention.

Hey! I’m Brattybat. You can call me whatever your heart desires. I don’t get offended easily.

I’m in my early thirties.

I live in the southern part of the USA.

I’m a bisexual, cis-female to anyone that wants/cares to know.

I’m recently single💔

I’m have piercings, tattoos and I occasionally color my hair bold colors.

I am a submissive/brat but I am NOT looking for a dom. We can talk and be friends but you’re not my dom.

I have depression, anxiety, and bipolar disorder so my posts may reflect that from time to time.

Like the warning said above; my blog has dark elements that aren’t for most people and I’ll tell you why:

I have extreme kinks which are: Nonconsensual , Consensual Nonconsensual, weapon play(I love knives), somnophilia, choking/breath play, Intox, biting, spankings, hitting, hair pulling, bondage, Masks,etc..

These are all FANTASY!! I do not condone r@pe or any kind of abuse. CONSENT is a MUST.

I’m a masochist if you couldn’t tell by my kinks above lol. I like a little pain to go with my pleasure.

I also like the softer things. I’m pretty open to most things.

I’m NOT into: Anything that goes into the toilet, Bestiality, Minors, Extreme BDSM.

Other than those things I’ll try anything.

Spooky & Perverted became a thing because I absolutely love all things sex and Halloween. I post a good mix of the two. So if you like sex and halloween like I do than you’ll enjoy my blog! Or at least I hope you do! 🤞

My inbox is always open so feel free to message me or send me an ask if you want to know more!

That’s all I have for now!

Enjoy babes!😘

~ Brattybat🖤🦇

[mirrorsinner]

[sadclowngrl-deactivated20250220]

sorry for making u horny, it was on purpose

[black-white-and-leather]

[panikyapma]

@caramellbiscuitt

[mysecretw0rld]

[almondmilkgal]

sext: “did you see the moon tonight?”

[violetmausoleum]

a few bounces on it never hurt a friendship

[princessray-deactivated20250905]

[mist-the-kittycat]

I have fairy wings but u can't see them cuz u don't have enough whimsy u lameass bitch

[demons-are-a-girls-bestfriend-d]

[edgemami]

[peachyxangel-deactivated2016080]

[sex-0-blog]

[yagmur-adam]

[zoja-deactivated20210116]

i hate you (flirtatious)

[grimzexe]

'Are you scared little one?' His voice drifted through the kitchen, Smooth and almost amused “You know what I love?” he murmured. “When you run from me like I’m a stranger.”

She pressed farther back beneath the counter, heartbeat deafening. His head tilted. Slowly. Precisely. Until his eyes locked onto the darkness beneath him. A smile spread across his face, small and chilling. He lowered himself into a deeper crouch on the countertop, fingers curling over the marble edge directly above her head tapping it. Slow. Controlled. Like he was petting something already owned.

“I’m the one who watches the doors lock at night.”

Another inch closer to the edge as he tilts his head.

“The one who checks your windows, Watching your every move.”

Closer.

“The one who knows every sound, every pathetic whimper you make when you’re scared.”

Her breath caught sharply when he suddenly dropped from the counter and crouched directly in front of her hiding place.

“You belong to me,” he said quietly, intensely, like it was the simplest truth in the world. “So stop making me hunt for what’s already mine.”

His hand wrapped around her ankle instantly. Firm. Certain. Dragging her towards him.

His voice was low, almost disappointed from catching her so quick. “There's my little pet“

The words settled heavily in the space between them.

He reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from her face with gloved fingers that contrasted terrifyingly against the softness of the touch.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Hiding under counters like you can escape me.” A quiet chuckle left him as he leaned closer. “You still don’t understand, do you?”

His hand slid to her throat — squeezing, firmly enough to remind her exactly who held the control.

“No matter where you run,” he whispered, eyes locked onto hers, “You’re still mine when I find you.”