#you're a brat-

[fluffylino]

angry sex with mean!dom minho

things get heated when the two of yall decide to have a petty argument.

-contains mature themes (minho is mean but its all consensual...sir kink?!?!?)

minho's pissed.

you're pissed.

the atmosphere in the apartment is beyond unimaginable. you came back from university, in a bad mood. sometimes people merely existing made you angry.

you couldn't explain it but you weren't in a great mood at all, and you weren't in the mood to try and make yourself calm down.

minho comes home, half an hour later. quietly entering and slamming the front door behind him.

not even bothering to keep his keys on the glass table with more care. walking right past you to the bedroom.

he has that look on his face when he joins you in the kitchen. drinking the water you had poured for him absentmindedly.

"wash the glass, will you" you mutter, sighing in exasperation. you knew this would only make things worse.

"what?" and his tone gets laced with irritation.

"i had a bad day, okay and i'm not in a good mood" you say to him. leaning back on the fridge.

"yeah? you think i'm not having a fucked up day too?" he spits back, crossing his arms, ready for battle.

"i never said that. stop being so bitchy"

"fix your attitude." minho warns. looking down at his feet before rolling his eyes at your behaviour.

"stop rolling your eyes at me" pointing a finger at him in annoyance.

"don't point a finger at me"

raising an eyebrow at you with a challenging look in his eyes.

"why don't you just go pick a fight with chan or seungmin"

you seethe out, not wanting to argue. if the two of you got more time to calm your nerves this wouldn't have happened.

"pick a fight? what the fuck"

he mutters under his breath. and it makes your eyes burn with tears. now he's mad at you.

"what fucking attitude do i have. i'm sick of dealing with people"

you raise your voice, exhaling heavily.

"and you think i'm not? i just had dance practice for nearly six hours and they told me i needed to do better"

minho says through gritted teeth. running his fingers through his messy hair.

"maybe you do need to do better" you snark back. wanting to get on his nerves just for the hell of it.

"watch what you say."

he warns for the second time and you take it as a challenge.

"or what? you're going to give me a lecture on how to..."

bringing your hands up to gesture quotation marks

"...fix my attitude?"

.

🐱

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"not gonna fight back huh." your mouth opens to curse at him. and he uses it as the opportunity to pull you back.

ramming himself deeper into you.

"fucking brat"

minho grits out, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your sides. grip strong enough to have him holding you up singlehandedly if he wanted to.

"took it too far. i'm a bitch?" his voice shakes when your arms give in. falling face down into the sheets. back arched and ass up. the position makes things more sensitive.

"answer me."

you can't. teething at the pillow while you fisted at the soft bedsheets beside you. trying to ground yourself.

the feeling of his length pushing in and out of you with slow hard thrusts. torturing himself just to torture you.

"answer." eyes widening at the way he lays a sharp slap over your cunt. all while pulling out all the way.

"me."

sliding past your swollen walls with a filthy squelch. his force strong enough to have your whole body jerk forward. gasping in ecstasy.

you shake your head. or atleast try to, eyes rolling back at the strength he uses to meanly shove your thighs even further apart.

till you're practically presenting to him.

"open that smart ass mouth and use your fucking words." his tone dropping. theres a heartbeat of silence as he gives you a few seconds to answer him.

"ah- m-minnie"

moaning embarassingly loud when he slides his hand down the curve of your back. tugging a fistful of your hair, forcing you up on your arms. till you're on your fours.

"minnie? its sir to you. you don't deserve to even call me minho."

scalp burning with a mix of pain and pleasure.

your mind buzzing when he also gets on his fours. body pressing into yours from above.

"who's a bitch now"

minho says in your ear. brushing his lips against your earlobe. it sends a wave of heat straight to your cunt. throbbing uncontrollably around his dick.

the position has you thinking of how pathetic you are. cursing him out, only to be fucked like a dog from behind.

"are you my needy little bitch" hooking his chin on your shoulder. his arms on either side of yours.

thick thighs framing your smaller ones. you feel small under him. small and weak.

"y-yes sir" whispering softly. chest burning with humiliation. he clicks his tongue. not satisfied.

"speak up, mutt."

"yes sir...m'your needy bitch"

fucking the sentence out of you, in a way that has you breathless. arms trembling as you struggle to hold yourself up.

"taking it like you're in heat."

slowing his thrusts to roll his hips into yours. hitting that spongey spot that has you keening for him.

"next time you act like a fucking brat, don't expect me to be this kind"

he warns, subtly rubbing at the redness on your sides from how hard he was gripping your waist.

you nod vigorously. quietly mumbling apologies.

"is my needy puppy gonna take me all the way in her tight wet cunt hm"

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"if i'm your bitch, you're my bitch" you whisper, lightly smacking him on the chest.

"i never said i wasn't a bitch" minho smirks, successfully teasing you.

"y'know i love you, right baby?" he mumbles, kissing your cheek lovingly.

"you're my cute little puppygirl or WAIT MY KITTY CAT!!!"

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tada!

[the-ominous-owl]

Rio Vidal, Embodiment of Death:

also rio vidal, embodiment of death:

[delulustateofmind]

A lot of times, everyone thinks Suguru will bring you home, punish you, and give you that hard, rough sex as the brat tamer he is. But what about the Suguru who understands what it’s like to be grumpy and frustrated? Who knows the struggle of being woken up too early, dragged through mundane tasks, weighed down by exhaustion before the day even begins? Who understands that maybe all you really need is some food, some water - maybe even a little treat to make things better?

Thinking about you throwing a little hissy fit in the store, arms crossed, walking ahead of him, overstimulated and barely keeping it together. You’re running on empty - no nap, no water, just pure exhaustion. Suguru just watches with a smirk, violet eyes dancing with amusement as his long, dark hair shifts over his shoulder when he tilts his head, debating whether to pull you in and calm you down with that deep, honeyed voice of his. But Suguru knows better. You'll snap and bite. Instead, he moves subtly, grabbing the things he knows will make you feel better - your favorite snack, your go-to drink, maybe even some flowers, because he knows you’ll smile when you see them later.

And as soon as you’re home, he’s running a hand through his thick dark hair, exhaling softly before telling you to go nap while he puts the groceries away. He’s making you food while you sleep, setting a glass of water down for when you wake up groggy, rubbing your eyes as you stumble into his arms, clinging to his broad frame while he murmurs, "C'mon, angel, eat first." That voice of his warm, patient, laced with that tenderness he saves just for you.

Because he understands - days can be hard, and you’re not some brat that needs to be punished. You just need care. And Suguru loves nothing more than when you finally curl up against him on the couch, letting him press slow, lingering kisses against your lips, his hands tracing gentle swirls along your back as he holds you close. Because no matter how many thorns you have, you’re still the sweet girl he fell in love with.

[teeskzagain]

T E A S E R

⁺⋆｡°✩⁺˚｡Party Favors ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

୨୧₊ Prequel to You're Such A Brat₊ ୨୧

» pairing: arrogant!sunghoon x bratty!reader

» summary: it's nearing the end of mid-term season, and sunghoon is truly on the brink of death. luckily, his roommates have a solution to help him recuperate from the treacherous week: one large ass, big ass, loud ass party. even if it may not be his scene normally , sunghoon figures there's no harm in trying it out. little did he know, from the moment he would step foot into that house, the night was going to be full of mistakes.

This takes place in October, about 5 months before You're Such A Brat: link to YSAB summary found here!

» genre + warnings: college au, alcohol consumption, heavy kissing + hard make outs, lots of arguments, hickies, rough sex (like rough), choking, unprotected sex (DONT DO THAT), cream pies, dirty talking, t e n s i on, mean!dom sunghoon, batty!sub reader, enemies to NO lovers, shitty depictions of sim jake and lee heeseung (don't take this seriously)

» w.c: tbd.....

» release date: 2/22/25- sometime that day....

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» taglist: a taglist will be created

disclaimer: this is merely a work of FICTION. This does not hold any accuracy to real life people, or their depictions.

✦ . . ✦⁺ please look forward to the upcoming fic.... ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Party Favors: 01

You're Such A Brat: 02

Tutor Me: 03

[glitterpinkfemme]

Here’s an idea: what if you pick out some lingerie for me, I text you pics of me in it, me edging myself in it, videos of me moaning your name and how desperately I want to come while wearing it. Then, the next time you see me, I force you to sit and wait while I do a striptease until you just can’t fucking take it and rip it right off me, making me feel how frustrated and angry you are for being teased.

I think it could be fun.

[unidentifiedgothamite]

the batboys chillin' on WE's roof after patrol

jason, bored & horny: oi goldie, bet ya 10 bucks you can't do 10 consecutive backflips across the roof

dick, never backs down from a challenge: ha! prepare to be 10 bucks lighter, jay

damian, sweet summer child: what are you doing? we all know grayson can do that

tim, just wants to go home: he just wants to ogle at dick's assets clearly

[hualianschild]

[thebramblewood]

I'm everywhere, I'm so Julia

[glittergroovy]

spring breakers • charli xcx

[cherrywhite]

There are so many callbacks in tsv that destroy me but this one absolutely gutted me

[graveyardgayme]

Part II of WillMack being Totally "We Are A Set" Normal about each other, ft. a recap of the BU vs BC rivalry and living arrangements.

Will "We both got lucky... to live with the Thornton family and I'm living with the Marleaus" Smith and Macklin "It's awesome, we were both blessed by both their families to take us in" Celebrini when asked, individually, about Sharks mentors/their specific living arrangements.

[Full 10 min on sharks site & my twitter thread where I posted it split up into clips.]

[charactercandyart]

it started as a warmup that turned into a pose study that turned into some sketches of me making Matt my dress-up doll (feat. Lukas because i love him)

this was mostly me throwing darts at my color wheel to decide which shade of green to give Matt each time, i like to imagine he has the clothes to theoretically be fashionable but chooses to mix them in horrendous ways for funsies. also i was listening to Ke$ha while drawing this so he gets the T-shirt i think he'd like her

(bonus under the cut)

feeling self indulgent so have a doodle of a scene from my fanfic wip :3c

no i will not be elaborating, yes it will get finished eventually, i love them :(

[casualavocados]

What are you proud of?

KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 03 / Ep. 06

Bonus:

[skulls-and-wishbones]

@potatus-et-molassus 's marella design because I have been going MAD she's so cool!! i hope you don't mind that I drew ur girl <33

[yandere-yearnings]

I feel very ashamed to ask this, but f*ck it I’m anonymous anyway and I need to know:

Would Dice take it like a good boy?

dice says fuck around and find out🫵 (also you've got nothing to be ashamed of here nonnie❗❗ it's a no judgment zone🥰)

slightly suggestive content under the cut!

It was always raining when you were with Dice, to the point where you could convince yourself the heavy clouds followed him. That his misty greys were just reflections of a suspended downpour sprawling out on the skyline in wait. You'd come to accept it as just another constant in your life. Learned to like it. One more thing to look forward to, one more thing to keep you grounded when you felt you were slipping away.

Oh, but it was cold.

One of the walls in the penthouse kitchen was entirely end-to-end glass. No draft came in, yet everything still felt too open. Goosebumps rose on your arms watching the droplets drum down rhythmically. Quickly before you, they became a screen of water that made the world outside seem like it was melting. Streaking green and terracotta from the potted plants on the terrace where the soil was surely being washed out, and the fairy lights you'd strung up once on a dreary morning haloing into sharp, blinding yellow. You felt a little numb the more you stared, so you turned to the room to bathe in more human attentions.

The sleeve of the hand wrapped around his decanter was the only one rolled up. You'd daresay Dice did it on purpose, because he knew well your eyes always lingered on every sliver of skin he showed you. Burnt umber into a marquise-cut glass, fire in refracted fragments, to his lips — and now you wanted nothing more than to take the warmth that they had surely gained.

"It's Scotch," he said when you walked over, when your hands found their place at his hips and you pressed his body right into the counter with yours, "want some?"

"I want you." Your breath came out heavy, forehead to the broad plane of his back. Heat from flesh you couldn't feel properly through chiffon barriers taunted you. A carrot hung for the starved animal that you were.

On this quiet night his laugh was velvet and red wine served chambré, something rich enough to send you into a haze — a fever — if you were to let it suffocate you as deliciously as the desire held its depth. Your fingers took his wrist like a lifeline, pressure realised enough to leave your thumbprint right there against his beauty marks; your mouth desperate on his neck.

"Then take me."

Dice made no move to stop you, not even when your nails lined crescents into him. You were burning out on everything he was, and he bore your ashes like they were what he was made for.

[whatlurksbean]

Hello Aru, I have a non-WLB question Is Yoshi a Belgian Malinois? *You don't have to answer right away, I understand your inbox must be flooding rn

yeah he is! my little baby man

(him and our other dog koda, koda is a husky/shepherd mutt)