#brat things

A Bullet a Day

Synopsis: Being bratty was one of Sylus’ biggest pet-peeves. But you know what was worse? Ignoring ‘doctor’s orders’.

Warnings: Mention of being wounded, Spanking, Degradation, Choking, voyeurism , brief mention of our face Doc.

Sylus had dealt with some of the cruelest, most evil, dangerous criminals as the Leader of Onychinus.

But nothing, nothing made him break his cool faster than the bratty girl bent over his lap.

Her ass was raw and red, tears springing to the corners of her eyes as he lounged in his leather armchair. He had lose count of how many seats he landed on her ass after 30. His phone was tucked into his cheek and shoulder, his fingers drawing shapes into her sensitive flesh.

“P-please Sy-“

“Silence.”

Thwack!

That tone sounded almost bored. MC choked back her sob, biting her bottom lip. She had pissed him off again, it wasn’t entirely her fault this time.

Sure, she took a bullet in the arm for him, but that wasn’t TOTALLY her fault!

But Sylus didn’t see it that way. The conversation on the phone had something to do with a shipment that had went missing in the N109 Zone. But MC was trying to ignore how the blood rushed to her skull from being folded across his lap.

He ended the call with a less than kind response. His phone was tossed somewhere on the side-table. His strong fingers tangled in the hair near the nape of her neck, wrenching her head back so he could lean down next to it.

“How does your arm feel now, Kitten?” In truth, her arm barely ached. Being the girlfriend of the Leader of one of the most dangerous organizations this side of Deepspace, had its medical perks.

So when she sniffled and she tried to give him her best puppy-eyes, he clicked his tongue.

“You can take a bullet shredding your flesh but you can’t take 50 spanks? You’re so pathetic.”

Sylus release her hair, letting her tip forward. She barely managed to catch herself on her hands and knees between his legs. Sylus was quick to grab her throat, guiding her lolling head against his muscular thigh that was bulging through his dark dress pants.

“Do you want to make it up to me?” His thumb stroked her trembling lower lip.

“Y-Yes! Yes I’ll be s’good Daddy!”Sylus bit back his chuckle. He wasn’t sure she had been good in her entire fucking life.

Sylus tsk’d down at that sweet face, lounging back in his chair. “Use that pretty mouth for something other than ‘bitching’, yeah?”

She didn’t need to be asked twice. She reached out for his bulge but Sylus let out a sharp whistle, a sound he had trained her to snap to attention for.

“No hands.”

Was he for real?

MC chewed her bottom lip before leaning forward. She gently grasped the edge of the fabric around the metal button, jerking her head quickly to pull the fabric away. Then with a delicate bite, she unzipped his pants, eyes never leaving his crimson orbs as she slid it down.

Sylus took pity on her enough to pull his aching length from his pants. The pure size alone never failed to make MC blush.

Many of Sylus’ enemies talked about the huge balls he had for many of the heist he pulled off.

They were wrong.

He had a huge dick.

A dick that was tracing wet precum across MC’s cheek. The pre-cum covered tip left a slimy snail trail under her mascara lines.

“Open up, Kitten. Nice and wide-good girl~.” He praised, tapping the leaking head once, twice-before pushing into her warm mouth. “Biggg stretch, Little One.”

Big stretch was an understatement. The burn from his cock filling her throat made MC tear up. Sylus had trained her well. With just a little resistance, he was snug in her throat. Her nose nestled against the neatly trimmed white pubic hair at the base.

Sylus held her head there, finger tracing over the bandage over her arm. “Now, you’ll stay right like this. Breathe through your nose. I have to make a call to your doctor.”

He grabbed his phone again, ignoring her frantic gags and choke.

Kinktober Day 17: Brat Tamer I headcanon that dazai has moods where he gets really mean and sadistic during sex (inspired by my boyfriend calling me a brat) My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

You opened the door and stepped inside the apartment, your boyfriend following behind you. He kicks the door close with his foot, caging you up against the wall.

“All day,” he says quietly, “all day you’ve been ignoring me, being a brat and teasing me” he accuses

You look at Osamu with a clueless look on your face, whilst you were guilty, you weren’t about to back down. Was it petty? Yes. Did you care? No.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dazai”

“Osamu” he corrects you instantly

You stare at your boyfriend, amusement gleaming in your eyes, “Today was a busy day for me”

He wraps his fingers around your neck, not squeezing just holding firmly. “Behave, and tell me what you want” he says sternly.

“...I want you” you whisper, holding his intense gaze with one of your own.

“You have me”

“Osam-” 

Osamu sweeps you up in a quick fluid motion, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He drops you onto the bed, making you bounce on the mattress.

Dazai leans over you and cages you in, you smile up at him, the only thing your eyes gave away was the sheer mischief you were plotting.

And god, Dazai was not in the mood tonight. He was angry and worked up, you ignoring him throughout the day brought up old wounds he did NOT wish to address at this moment. 

He grips your face, “Let me hear the safe words” he commands,

“Stop, pineapples”

“Action”

You tap him two times

“Good girl” he slaps you softly, flipping you over and tugging off your clothes. He slaps your ass when he sees the slick between your folds, messy and smeared all over your pussy.

“Nasty slut” he spits down onto your pussy, using his fingers and mixing his spit and your slick, dipping his fingers into your soaking pussy. He pumps his fingers into you, stretching you out for his cock. 

Osamu spreads your cheeks and buries his face into your weeping pussy, eating you like he wants to devour your soul. It’s messy and his face is drenched, yet he laps at your cunt like a dog in heat.

When he finally slips his cock into your, your walls clamp down tightly around him to keep him buried inside of you. His grip on your love handles is bruising as he pounds you into the mattress. 

He pushes your head into the pillow, deepening your arch. Your moans are muffled by the pillow yet they’re needy and whiny all the same. 

He grabs your behind, slowly pushing his thumb into your ass as he keeps pounding into your pussy at an unforgiving pace.

Dazai feels you tighten around his cock and he slows down, you whine in frustration, slapping his hips as hard as your position allowed, it was futile.

“Brats don’t get to cum” he slips out of you, holding your ass spread open as he grinds his cock between your folds to get himself off. When he’s nearing his peak, he dips the bulbous tip of his delicious cock into your cunt.

In, out, in, out, in - and he’s shooting his load into your pussy as you cry out in frustration from having your orgasm stolen for you. 

“The night has just begun, little brat” he leans down and kisses your spine softly.

brat tamer boyfriend!suguru x brat!reader

synopsis: after a very, very, chaotic holiday pushing suguru beyond his limits. your usually sweet and patient boyfriend was going to make sure your tummy was full with more than just turkey when you got home.

content warning: spanking, use of pet names, dumbification, mean!sugu, provoking!reader, mean!reader, use of daddy, orgasm control, brat taming, beginner writing, thanksgiving puns lmfao

word count: 1,276

authors note: third post!!! yaaaaay!! kinda nervous?! and i’m still sick at the time of writing this and probably will still be at the time of posting..🤔

please do not copy, translate, or steal my work

likes, reblogs, follows, and comments are appreciated!

5:27PM, suguru stands in the kitchen pulling the mac and cheese out of the oven. he looks towards the bedroom door, frowning.

“honey, please. we’ll be late if we don’t leave soon!”

“jesus christ sugu! i’m hurrying! do you want me to look good or not?”

his jaw tightens. closing his eyes, he inhales deeply.

“you’re right my darling, i’m sorry. take the time you need.”

eventually, you step out of the bedroom. cozy yet presentable. leaning into his shoulder.

“why does it look like..that?”

“like what, darling?”

“like puke that was swashed around”

suguru frowns “that was mean, baby.”

“yeah, yeah.. let’s just go now!”

suguru feels himself growing more and more annoyed. he sighs, wanting to preserve the holiday spirt he focuses on carefully packing the containers full of food in the back of the car. strapping them in with seatbelts. you stand there waiting till he helps you in the car, trying to kiss your forehead, a common ritual whenever you drove together. you pull your head away with a scowl. he lifts a brow.

he leans in again but to no avail. closing the door with a huff, getting into the drivers seat.

throughout the car ride he kept trying to initiate physical touch rivaled with his hand being slapped away, tender glares met with annoyed glares, question going unanswered.

as you arrive at suguru’s bestfriend’s house. he looks over at you.

“baby, please. i’m sorry i rushed you. please, forgive me?”

you huff a bit, nodding.

“thank you.” he whispers, gently picking up your hand kissing it.

you giggled leaning into his touch, “i promise, i’ll be nice.”

8:14PM, everyone’s at the table stacking their plates with all their favorite foods.

your head leans towards satoru’s shoulder. giggling and whispering back and forth. you flutter your eyes at kento when he makes a joke. touching shoko’s hair. all while neglecting suguru. at least thats what it would seem like from an outside perspective.

while everyone enjoyed your company, suguru was enjoying it the most under the table. his semi-hard cock being stroked with your free hand while you use your fork with the other.

suguru looks over at you. gritting his teeth, you could be caught any minute. struggling to maintain his composure he whispers a quiet “stop”.

you giggle, shaking your head. you squeeze his rounded tip leaking with pre. you move away when he needs it most.

by 11:00 you’re home, you had forgotten your little stunts long ago. but suguru didn’t. you stand in front of the bathroom mirror applying your moisturizer when he creeps behind you, gripping you by your hair, a small whine escaping your lips.

he paused, leaning in closer. pushing you against the counter.

“you think you’re cute? snapping at me, insulting my food, pushing me over the edge. and you think you could get away with it?”

he looks at you, tugging on your hair, your head pulls back further. “i asked you a question, you give an answer.”

“fuck you!”

suguru carries you out to the bedroom. he sits down on the bed laying you over his lap, and without warning a harsh smack! your body immediately tenses. trying to run from the pain.

“stay still.” he mumbled as his hand came down on you repeatedly.

“ngh! sugu!” you yelp, kicking and writhing. he grabs a hold of your legs harshly he places them between his own, crossing them he traps you.

“i told you to stay still.”

“sugu! i’m sorry! please—”

“shhh… shhh.. you’ll be okay.”

his hand soothes your now reddening skin, moving up and down. he slowly releases you, guiding you to the floor.

“you’ll make it up to daddy right, sweetheart?”

you nod, helping him out of his pants. your tongue moving diligently against him, licking the pre from his tip, nipping at veins.

suguru throws his head back, thighs tensing as he pushes your head down further.

you comply by moving faster watching as his face contorts, the way his brows furrow as he reaches his peak. just before he could finish you pulled away. giggling.

“oops.. it slipped out..”

suguru sighs, leaning towards you, touching your cheek. “you.. are such a tease.”

he guides you onto the bed, spreading open your thighs. he pulls your panties down tossing them to the side, kissing his way up your thighs.

he starts slow, too slow to feel anything. nudging the tip of his nose against your clit.

“s-sugu.. please..”

“please what? use your words.”

you don’t bother with another reply, grinding your hips against his face.

he chuckles as his tongue laps against your clit, fingers sliding in and out of you. your thighs close around his head. squirming constantly.

“suguru! right there—- ngh!!” you feel him smile before stopping all movement completely.

“oops.”

“sugu! you’re so mean!” you whine, crossing your arms.

“what? you really didn’t think i was gonna let you cum, when you’ve been such a brat.. you can’t be that stupid right?”

suguru flips you onto your stomach, pressing against you.

“what’s your color baby, green, yellow, or red?”

you struggle to catch your breath, whispering out a soft “green”

without any other confirmation needed suguru pushes his full length inside you in one go. you writhe under him struggling to take it all.

he begins moving, snapping his hips frantically. pulling you against his chest by your hair. his free hand tweaking your nipples.

you claw at his forearm, barely able to speak let alone think. he stops once more.

“no cumming, at least not for brats you.”

suguru starts moving again, still taking him from behind, “i’m gonna try something baby. change your color if you need to.” he whispers before shifting. he plants his foot on your head. allowing him to push deeper, harder. he smooshes your face into the mattress chuckling.

“suguru! o-oh god!”

“look at you baby.. so pathetic.. you gonna be good from now on?”

“y-yes! yes— i’ll be sooo—so good for you!”

“hmph. where my bratty girl now? all subby just because i gave you my cock? is that what you needed baby?”

you squeal, trying to nod your head yes under his foot.

“sugu! wanna cum! please daddy- i’m sorry for being a brat! please, please let me cum!”

suguru lays ontop of you pushing himself deeper inside you, “you can do it, cum for me baby.”

a series of squeaks leaves you as you as you finally cum. suguru follows soon after stuffing you full of warm sticky seed.

slowly helping you roll onto your back, he caresses your cheek.

“you were so good for me, stay here okay? i’ll clean you up.”

suguru fades in and out of your vision as he wipes you with a damp towel, leaving gentle kisses wherever he wiped. once he was done he tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead.

“sleep sweetheart. i’ll be here when you wake up.”