my clone headcanons: brat tamer vs. brat (or both?)
a/n: im so dumb and accidentally deleted a draft to a brat tamer ask but hopefully whoever sent it sees this 😭 i'm so sorry i'm an idiot ... what happens when ur overworked and underfucked 🤬🤬🤬
fem reader
warnings: bdsm themes, sexual content
brat tamer. he knows his way around the fun of disobedience, a familiar game that’s given him the reputation he upholds. his enhanced senses allow him to hear all the little things you mutter under your breath when you think he’s not listening, but he always is, and he makes you regret it later. “you still talkin’ back to me?” he rasps, hovering over you with a cocky smirk as he rolls his hips into yours, his smile widening at the sound of your sharp gasp and the feeling of your nails sinking into his back muscles. “mm, yeah, i thought so…” he murmurs softly.
both; more of a brat. he can fuck you into admitting you were wrong, but his smart mouth can only get him so far, suddenly at a loss for words when you ride him into a needy, pathetic mess. you slide down on his erection as he squeezes your hips with his head thrown back and his breath shaking in broken, hissing pants. “oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” you tease. he whimpers quietly and swallows hard, his round brown eyes blinking up at you. “don’t play dumb now, and i might let you cum,” you murmur, gently stroking the side of his pretty face.
both. his brat taming side is like poking the bear. he doesn’t always feel the need to put you in your place, but he reminds you where all that hungry power can go when he catches some of your attitude. he fucks you hard against the wall, ignoring how it shakes from the pressure of your joined weight, his thick, heavy length stretching out your sore and swollen pussy. you wrap your legs around his waist and moan in pleasure, pushing him inside you closer and deeper. “oh, you like that, huh?” he growls low, “you like making me fuckin’ mad, mhm…”
both; more of a brat tamer. his attitude is insufferably bratty on the daily, which is exactly why he loves whenever you mouth off to him. he smirks at you like you’re just a cute little thing trying to get his attention, and this is the same expression he wears as he pins your wrists above your head, fucking your tight hole until you’re a begging, dripping mess around his cock. “please, crosshair—fuck, i need you,” you moan, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts. he snickers under his breath at your desperation. “hmm, not quite good enough.”
brat tamer. he runs a strict program despite being the sweetest soul ever. “fuck, echo, i’m sorry…” you moan, desperately grabbing at his backside as he teases his cock into you slowly, staring at you through every inch you take. “oh, i know you are,” he murmurs in a low voice, leaning down to kiss your forehead. you whimper and tilt your chin up at him, trying to catch his darkening gaze. his lips linger on your skin before pulling back, gently kissing down the side of your face as he whispers, “i just have to make sure it won’t happen again.”
BRAT. TAMER. he literally invented the sport. he handles your attitude with a firm grip on your ass and his mean cock bullying you into the bed from behind, fucking you roughly as you sob against the pillows cushioning your body. “mmpf—i’m sorry, wolffe,” you moan. “aww, you’re sorry, huh?” he mocks, slapping your ass to get your back arching properly, joining your slick, sweaty bodies at a deeper angle. you nod desperately, feeling his lips graze your ear as he leans over you, groaning softly when you squeeze him with a mess dripping down your thighs. “oh, baby, i’m sorry, too,” he whispers sarcastically, “…’cause you’re not getting let off that easy…”
brat tamer who needs to be tamed. your thighs burn from exhaustion as you ride his cock, bouncing up and down to please him. you whimper when his hand comes down on your ass with a hard slap, and he grunts, “harder, baby, c’mon,” squeezing a rough fistful of your soft, plush skin. he watches your pouty face through his heavy-lidded stare, murmuring, “look at you—can’t even fuck me right and you’re mouthin’ off to me like a brat…” you let out a breathy, “please, i’m sorry…” as he cups the back of your head and strokes your hair, his touch gentle but his tone stern. “please, sir,” he corrects you.
brat tamer. he pretends to forgive you and makes you think you’re finally going to get what you want when you feel him fuck into you deeper and harder, exactly what you begged for. “oh, yes, cody, don’t stop,” you gasp, your legs draped over his shoulders as you dig your heels into his backside. your back arches when you moan, “fuck, i’m close…” giving him free ammunition to tease you more. he chuckles under his breath and kisses your ankle, whispering, “better not push your luck, baby…” and flips your body on top of his. “still have to earn it.”
brat tamer. his dominance is always soft but stern, teaching you a lesson when your attitude is left unchecked for too long. his hard body pins you to the wall from behind as his cock slides into you slowly to get you squirming in his hold. you feel the tickle of his rough beard against your ear as he whispers, “you think that behavior’s gonna get you what you want?” you smile at him over your shoulder. “you’re fucking me, aren’t you?” you tease back, gasping when his hand comes around your jaw. “oh, i’ve barely done anything yet, sweetheart…”
both. he likes being put in his place every now and then, but he takes charge to handle your attitude, too, wrapping an arm around your neck in a headlock as he fucks you from behind. his body towers over yours, and he speaks low in your ear when he whispers, “you just have me alllll figured out, huh? pissin’ me off to get my attention…” you bury your face against his bicep and muffle your moans, but he grabs your jaw to pull your face back up, forcing your humiliatingly desperate noises out into the air. “c’mon, baby, let’s hear that smart mouth…”
both. he can be a bratty little shit just to get your attention, but he also loves your attitude; the word “tame” wouldn’t be accurate when it comes to him because he doesn’t want the brat in you to go away. if anything, he pushes you to give him your worst, because he just eats it right up, grinning as he snaps his hips against yours and drives his cock right into your sweet spot. “eyes on me, baby,” he says in a low voice, grabbing your face to lock your gazes together. he smirks at your responding glare and murmurs, “mm, yeah, there we go.”
brat tamer. a little unexpected because he’s so gentle with you, but his patience eventually snaps. “c’mon, baby, where’d all that attitude go?” he teases softly, kissing a warm path down your neck as you squirm underneath him, gasping at the way his fingers spread your pussy open and press down on your pulsing clit. “quit teasin’ and fuck me, kix,” you whine, and he chuckles at this, shaking his head. “there she is, my pretty girl,” he murmurs, stretching you out with his fingers to get you wet and ready for him, intentionally taking his sweet time.
brat. he’s your hotheaded little troublemaker, and you’re the only one who can rein him in. “i’m sorry, baby,” he mumbles, pressing his face into your chest as he circles his biceps around your body. “please—please let me cum,” he chokes out. you stroke the back of his neck, kissing his temple softly in reassurance. he groans at the feeling of being so close yet so far, his pre-cum leaking out of his tip. “you’re gonna make it up to me, right?” you whisper, tilting his face up with your finger. he stares up at you, his eyes innocently round and trusting.
brat. he pushes your buttons like crazy, constantly rage baiting you into teaching him a lesson. his cheeky little grin when he says things like, “oh, yeah? what are you gonna do about it?” slowly fades as you fuck yourself onto his cock, using him for your pleasure until he learns a thing or two about manners. his lips are parted in hoarse groans, spreading wide in amusement when he hears you moan, your pussy clenching around him so hard that he sees stars. “fuck, i’m close,” he pants hard. you slow down at this and whisper, “i didn’t say you could cum.”
brat. he knows better than to talk back to you—the type of guy who “jokes” that he’s scared of his girl, but he loves that little glare you give him; the pointed look combined with a warning to behave. “make me,” he says, pretending you have him all under control as you hold his body down with your legs straddling his middle. you rock your hips against his erection, teasing breathless groans from his smirk before he grabs your thighs and turns your bodies over, pinning you under him. “oh, baby, you’re gonna have to do better than that…” he chuckles.
brat tamer. he goes on for rounds and rounds until he’s satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson, making you count to a certain number as he fucks you dumb—maybe the amount of times you mouthed off to him throughout the day. and you have to get it right if you want to cum. “nope, start over,” he tsks when you mess up, whimpering through the rough strokes of his cock moving inside of you. “howzer—i can’t—” you gasp, “oh, i’m sorry, please…” but he just isn’t quite finished with you. he lowers his mouth right above yours. “i said, start. over.”
both. she loves punishing you with toys, whether she’s using them on you and withholding your orgasm or forcing you to watch her use it on herself, tormenting you with the challenge that you’re not allowed to touch her. her bratty side comes out when she’s giving you the silent treatment for something, purposefully trying to get your attention—and it works. she hides her smile as you hold her hips from behind and kiss down her neck, whispering, “still ignoring me?” your hand traveling beneath her waistband to touch her teasingly gentle.
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