#brat reader

But anyways! It's another Michael fic with the reader (or oc) is a singer! They have like a Gyaru style or something similar to it, she's kind of a brat she can easily tell people what to do and boss people around, and is a really good dancer. On stage they're always doing some type of dance and couldn't stay still for their life. And they also do flips sometimes (look up singers doing flips on stage and you'll see what I mean). And Michael sees them at the Grammys and watches their performance and is so surprised (and attractive obviously) by how much work and effort they put into their performance, and after they end up winning the Grammy. At the after party Michael noticed that they have tattoos, because she's actively hitting that shit on the dance floor with Janet.(I'll put a reference to what they look like) And Janet introduces them mike. After she leaves Michael asks about them and reader flirts a lil bit (cause why not) Michael blushes being the shy king that he is and they end up going on dates and allat but when they do eventually end up in their bedroom (with a very drunk reader) after a celebration party they hit it off. (Reader most definitely topped tho lol)

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OHHH hot !!!

Anyone have info? I love the concept! brat tamer Joel, my baby

Brat tamer Matt!

Warnings: pure FILTH

I don't remember if I proof read it before but I'm too lazy to do it right now💔

You don't know how you got like this.. well that's actually a lie, you do. You had been teasing Matt all day.

Purposely brushing against him in all the right but wrong ways in front of his brothers. Under the dinner table you put your hand dangerously high on his thigh. And now? Now Matt's making you pay.

Now he has you completely naked and sprawled out on the bed, he has your hands cuffed above your head to the bed frame, and you recognize those cuffs, they're the fluffy purple ones he bought for that challenge with Chris. Thankfully he never got to use them with Chris because now he gets to use them on you.. Whenever he wants...

He's smirking at you, standing at the foot of the bed wearing that slutty pink teddy bear shirt he knows you love and those gray low-rise sweatpants "look at you, sweetheart. Lookin all perfect just f'me, hm?"

You nod helplessly, growing impatient as heat pools between your thighs. He hasn't even done anything to you yet and you're already squirming.

He smirks, enjoying this too much. He slowly kisses up your legs, once he reaches your thighs he starts leaving wet open mouthed kisses, watching your face the whole time. You whimper as he kisses higher up your thigh, eyebrows knitted together.

He smirks at this "oh, baby.. don't worry, I'll take good care of you. I promise.." He says before pulling your thighs apart. He licks a long line up your cunt, groaning like this is the first time he's ever tasted you. (It's not)

You let out a soft moan at this, wanting to move your hands –but you can't because you're still cuffed– he smirks up at you before placing a soft kiss to your clit.

"Mmm, you taste s'good baby.." he mumbles before eating you out like a starved man. Holding your thighs apart, squeezing them like it helps him eat better. Making your back arch and eyes roll back, pulling on the cuffs, wanting to grab at something.

He continues eating you out, tongue fucking you. He brings his hand up from it's firm place on your thigh and starts stimulating your swollen bud with his thumb.

You let out a loud, shameless moan at his actions. Making him groan into you, the vibrations bringing you closer to finishing.

Then he stops, and you let out a whimper.

He looks up at you with a smirk "hm, you thought I'd let you cum that easy after you were being such a fuckin' brat today? Yeah no. You're gonna take everything I give you like a slut."

You moan slightly at this, "Matt, please.." he smirks "please what, hm?" You whimper slightly "please.. I need you s'bad.." he lets out a soft hum like he's thinking it over "what do you need from me? Do you want me to keep doing this.." he says, licking a long stripe up your cunt, receiving a soft moan from you "or do you need me to fuck you till you can't walk?" He finishes.

You whine "Matt I just- I just need you.. Do whatever you want to me... please.." he smirks "are you gonna be a good girl?" You nod helplessly "yes, I'll be a good girl- just- please.." he lets out an approving hum, "you're so pretty when you beg.." he says before slamming into you, setting a relentless pace from the get-go, not letting you adjust to his size. The burn hurting in the most euphoric way.

He smirks, watching your face contort in pleasure "feel good, baby?" He asks. You nod helplessly, unable to speak at this point. He lets out a deep chuckle "look at you.. all cock drunk and I've only just started.. baby we gotta get you better at takin' me, hm baby?"

At this point you're just a babbling mess of moans, moaning his name, and saying "fuuuuucckkk" so naturally all you can do is nod and moan. He slows his pace "I need words baby.." he says sternly but sweetly. You whimper slightly at the slowed pace "fuck- yes Matt-" he smirks and slams into you, hitting your cervix, causing you to scream in pleasure and your back to arch.

He continues rutting into you. Hips slamming into you each time he thrusts. Watching the outline of his cock in your lower stomach each time he thrusts into you, the sight bringing him closer to his release.

He brings his hand up to rub tight circles on your clit. Massaging the little bundle of nerves to bring you over the edge. You moan, feeling the knot in your lower stomach build as he continues thrusting into you harshly "f-fuck- m'cumming!" You finish with a scream, back arched. He follows not long after, hips stuttering as thick white ropes paint your insides. He stays there for a moment, catching his breath. As he pulls out a mixture of his and your own release spills out of you.

He gets up to get a towel to clean you off. After doing so he kisses your forehead "y'still with me, love?" He asks as he uncuffs you. You nod slightly "mhmm.." he chuckles "you wanna go to bed, baby?" He asks softly, although there's a hint of teasing to his tone "yeah.." you mumble quietly, he smiles softly "alright let's get you some clothes first, yeah?" He says before grabbing you a pair of panties and one of his shirts. He helps you put them on before laying down and pulling you to his chest.

"Y'so perfect.." he mumbles into your hair, placing a soft kiss to your head and closing his eyes. And just like that, you fall asleep. Limbs tangled together and completely worn out from how good he fucks you. And you wouldn't ask for anything different.

brat tamer!clark who lets his mouthy, spoiled girl talk to him however she wants in front of other people; calm smile, hands in his pockets, letting everyone believe he’s too soft to put you in your place. but behind closed doors, that smile fades, and he has you trembling, voice breaking on apologies he coaxes out of you in whispers.

brat tamer!clark who knows people wonder how a man like him, polite, kind, gentle, could handle someone like you. they’d never believe what happens when that front door shuts, when his voice drops low, and your defiance melts right out of you.

brat tamer!clark who makes you repeat every sharp remark you threw at him during the day, voice shaky as he pushes deeper. “go on, sweetheart,” he drawls, “what was it you said about me earlier?”

brat tamer!clark who understands that every bit of your attitude is just a plea for his attention. and he always gives it, slow, deliberate, until you’re soft and pliant again, his name spilling out instead of sass.

brat tamer!clark who pretends to be annoyed by your stubbornness, the eye rolls, and the teasing, but secretly adores it, the contrast between his calm steadiness and your fire. it keeps things interesting, keeps him chasing that look on your face when you finally give in.

brat tamer!clark who murmurs praise between every correction “good girl,” “that’s it,” “knew you’d come around for me” until you’re nothing but shaky breaths and quiet yes sirs.

I saw it😍

Bribe accepted☺️

Alpha Neteyam x Omega Reader Sneak Peek

*unedited*

Neteyam doesn’t hesitate to send the other male a small smile before saying, “She is coming along now.”

“No I am not.” Your instant response is tainted with a gasp of offense. How dare he speak for you! “I am not moving from this rock until my clan comes to get me.” You insist, slapping his hand away. 

Neteyam remains unperturbed, simply giving a shrug before murmuring, “Have it your way then.” 

You aren’t afforded a second for a sense of victory to settle in before the prince is tossing you over his shoulder. Strongs arms wrap around the back of your thighs to keep you pinned there and decrease the range of motion for kicking. It doesn’t stop the gasp of outrage and pure spite that emanates from you. Limbs swinging in every which direction to deliver damage, you quickly resent the way his strength greatly overpowers your own. 

“I am not some fresh kill for you to carry home. Set me down right this instant!”

“I gave you the chance to walk over with dignity, princess. What else am I supposed to do?” He tries to retort but you can detect the grin in his voice. Even more humiliating, from your upside down position you are still able to spot the other males squirming to not laugh at your compromising position. 

“You are a mongrel of a man!” 

The scratchy venom of your tone is morphed into a surprised squeak when you are let back onto your feet. Regardless, you remain trapped in Neteyam’s arms as you are wedged between him and a direhorse. 

“Don’t waste your energy, tiyawn. It will be at least a few more days before we reach Omatikaya soil.” 

Rest of the fic coming soon 😉