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[disasterofastory]

Reward (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Reward // Brahms Heelshire Masterlist Brahms Heelshire x Reader Kinktober 2023 - 6/14 Warnings: mommy kink, titfucking, sub!Brahms

Summary: Brahms was a good boy so you reward him.

The tension is thick and heavy in the air. The breakfast on the table is long forgotten since you reminded Brahms of the men coming here to take care of your internet problem. A sigh leaves your lips as you glance at the clock on the wall while the man continues to stare at you with a scowl on his face. There is a deep wrinkle between his brows as he eyes you with opposition and annoyance. His hair is still a mess of dark curls on the top of his head. "We talked about this, Brahms," you break the silence, turning your attention back to the man in front of you. Even though you are afraid he will throw a tantrum even before you can feel the effect of your coffee, you can't help but notice the fullness of his lips as he pouts at you. One of your best decisions was to trim his beard a little. He really looks like a fallen angel.

"Why are you smiling?" He asks, still scowling at you. Even though he wants to use his childlike voice, sleep is still heavy in his tone. "You are just pretty," you tell him honestly, making him blush and turn his gaze away from you for long seconds. "It won't work," he grunts, still not looking at you. Your grin widens at his behavior. Going around the table, you cup his face until he can't avoid your eyes any longer. His large hands slip to your waist automatically to pull you closer. "They won't be here for long," you tell him. "I promise." "I still don't like it." "I know," you nod. "And you don't have to like it, Brahms. I just ask you to be a good boy for me, okay?" He doesn't reply immediately, so you continue. "Can you do that for mommy?" A muffled whine breaks free from his closed lips. Your thumbs smooth over the soft pink of his cheeks. "You can't scare them away, Brahms, and you can't hurt them. They come here to help me." "I won't hurt them if they don't try to hurt or take you away from me." You nod in agreement. "Of course, Brahms, I know you will protect me." His posture straightens at your praising tone. "If you will be a good boy, I will reward you later," you promise him just to make sure he won't cause any chaos behind the walls. "What reward?" "It will be a surprise," you grin at him, playing with the rough hair of his beard. "But we didn't do this before." You already know he will love it.

You can't lie, you are worried about the men the whole time they are in the manor. You watch them from a safe distance while your eyes scan the walls every now and again. You know Brahms is here somewhere. You can hear him. "The house is old," you tell the men when they look at you questioningly when something thuds again. You know your manchild does this on purpose. He can be silent when he wants, but patience is not his strong suit. "Okay," one of the men says after a while. "It should be good." "Thank you," you smile at them, trying to hide your relief when they open the entrance door. "You know our number if something is wrong." "Yes, I know," you nod. "Thank you again, and have a nice day."

When you go back to the living room, Brahms is already there, staring at your laptop with another scowl on his face. "What's wrong?" You ask him. He just shakes his head, still pouting. "You were a bad boy, Brahms," you tell him, getting closer and closer to him. "What?" He asks, almost shocked. "I wasn't." "You made a lot of noises." "But I didn't scare them away," he reasons. "You told me I can't scare or hurt them." Well, he is right. "So you think you deserve your reward?" You coo at him, pushing him onto the couch. You can see his Adam's apple bob as he gulps, staring at you with wide eyes. "Yes," he replies, nodding. "Yes what, Brahms?" Your voice is firmer now, but you can't hide your taunting smirk as you watch him already fidgeting. "Yes, mommy." His tone is already whiny. "I want my reward."

Without saying a word, you climb up to his lap, resting your knees on either side of his hips. Your hands land on his chest and move up to his shoulders to brace yourself against him. "Then kiss me, Brahms." You barely have enough time to end your sentence when he leans even closer and latches his lips on yours. His beard grazes your skin, and his tongue invades your mouth immediately.

He is still inexperienced when it comes to intimate things, but he learns quickly and lets you lead him and teach him the way you want. You love to see him whimper and writhe when you dominate him.

His hands are warm on your hips as he squeezes your flesh there until his hold slips down your ass. His fingers dig into the rough fabric of your jeans, and he grunts with annoyance. "It's okay, Brahmsy," you break away from him for a few seconds. His lips are already swollen and red, and his eyes are glassy with need. So beautiful. "I only need to get rid of my shirt and bra for what I have planned." At the mention of your bra, his hands leave your ass immediately to push and tug on your shirt until they are on the floor. "The bra too, Brahms," you remind him, grinning. You can't help but bask in his star-struck expression.

Maybe your relationship with Brahms Heelshire is not ideal or normal, but you never felt so desired and wanted before him. There are times when you notice him staring at you like you hang the moon, and you can't even imagine leaving him. You are definitely not sane for being with a man who used a doll to live instead of him while he was hiding behind the walls, but at least you found your perfect match.

Cradling his face in your hand, you use your thumb to caress his bottom lip. His mouth opens immediately, tongue peeking out to taste your fingertip. "I love you, Brahms," you tell him, giving him a few seconds so your words can really sink in. His eyes widen, and his lips fall open even more. His hands on you tighten. "Really?" He whispers, shocked. "Yes," you nod, pecking his nose. "I really love you." A loud shriek leaves your throat when he tugs you against him until his face is at the crook of your neck. His breathing is heavy, and his arms around you are almost painful. "I love you too," he murmurs. "I love you so much." For a long while, you just sit on his lap, playing with his hair. Your heart is still wild against your ribcage, and you can feel the vehement pace of his heart on your chest. "So," you break the silence. "Do you want your reward?" You ask him, and even though he nods, he still holds you tightly. "Brahmsy," you coo, leaning closer to his ear so every word you utter trembles through his nerves. "Mommy's tits ache for your mouth." A low whine is your only answer before he pushes you away just enough to take off your bra and latch on your nipple. Brahms squeezes and gropes your breasts for long minutes, letting his saliva soak your skin until it shines under the sunlight filtering through the window. His tongue flicks your other nipple, drawing small circles around the hard pebble as your fingers grab his hair to pull him closer. Your back arches with pleasure. "Make sure mommy's tits are wet, sweet boy," you tell him. "We will need them wet and slippery." "Fuck," he grunts into your cleavage, feasting on your breasts. He sucks, licks, bites, and tugs on you while thinking about how easily he could spend his whole life like this. "That's enough, love," you hum, pushing him away. "It's okay," you peck his lips when he whines and grabs onto you harder. "I promise you will love what I have planned." When he lets you go, still not sure anything is worth enough to let go of your tits, you sink onto the floor between his legs. You sucked him off before like this, but the sight of his hard dick in your mouth still mesmerizes him.

"Don't cum without my permission, Brahmsy," you warn him firmly. Your breath fans over the tip of his cock while your hand strokes his shaft, twisting your fingers around the soft skin. The man can feel his blood pumping as his cock swells into a full hard-on. Brahms wants to whine at your command, but his mind melts the moment you take him back into your mouth, and instead, he grunts as his cock twitches in your wet channel. With your eyes still on the man, your head starts to bob up and down on his erection. Your hand is around his thick base, jerking him in a steady rhythm with your mouth. You slurp and gulp around his cock, letting your tongue swipe over his length wherever you can reach him. Soon, his cock is soaked in your saliva and his pre-cum. Small drops flow down to his balls, making the man whimper and fidget in his seat. "We have to make you nice and wet," you grin up at him when you come up for air, gently squeezing and tugging on his cock to smear your juices all over his shaft while the man huffs and puffs in your hand. A thin layer of sweat shines on his skin, and his cheeks are bright pink. There is a point when he can't even breathe anymore as he watches you spitting on his cock. "Mommy," he cries out, desperate. "Please! Let me-" "No," you tell him, letting go of his cock. The loss of your touch is so sudden that tears gather in his eyes as his erection throbs angrily at you. "Pleasepleaseplease!" "Don't you want to know what I have planned?" You ask him with a feigned gentleness. He can hear the taunting in your words clearly and loudly. "I do," he gasps. "I do." "Good boy," you praise him. "You are my good boy, Brahms. I'm so proud of you." "Fuck!" "Come closer, Brahms," you tell him. "Sit at the edge of the couch." Brahms's whole body feels numb and heavy as he obliges. "Good boy," you tell him again. "And here is your reward because you were such a good boy today." Brahms's inhale is sharp and loud as he watches you cupping your tits to bring it to his cock. His world stops spinning for a second when you press your breasts around him, enveloping his length in your soft warmth. You massage your flesh and his cock slowly and sensually as you stare at him with half-closed eyelids. "Does it feel good, Brahmsy?" You ask him. "So good," he replies. His voice is barely louder than a whisper. He is still shocked at the sight of his cock between your tits and the feeling of your softness around him. The top of his cock appears and disappears in your cleavage, and your nipples are hard peaks between your fingers. "You can move, you know," you grin at him teasingly. "You can fuck mommy's tits if you want."

The angle is a bit awkward and uncomfortable, but Brahms doesn't have enough focus to care about it. Bracing himself on the couch, he starts to move his hips up and down, watching his cock slide between your tits.

Knowing how much he loves your tits, it was a long-time-coming position you wanted to try with him. And you are not disappointed. Your pussy throbs for more, soaking your panties, but your hands are too busy to do anything about it. There is something exciting about the fact that he fucks your tits for his own pleasure. His chest heaves and his muscles tense every now and again. His glassy gaze is on your chest while you stare at his face. His lips are open with occasional whines and grunts falling out of them, and his curls fall in front of his eyes. "You are so beautiful, Brahmsy, fuck," you tell him honestly. The pink of his cheeks deepens. "I don't want you to wear your mask anymore when you are around me, Brahms," you continue. "I don't want anything hiding your pretty face from me." "Mommy," he whines, pumping you faster. You have to tighten your hold to keep your breast around his vehement pushes. With a knowing grin, you bend your neck just the right way so your tongue can reach the tip of his cock every time it appears between the swell of your breasts. Your tongue flicks and swirls around his head, letting your saliva drop as a lubricant. "Fuck!" He gasps again. His balls jerk and his cock swells with blood and the need to cum. "You can cum, Brahms," you tell him. "Cum all over your mommy's tits." The words are barely out of your mouth when his body stiffens, and his cock spurts with cum. His warm seed splashes over your skin, painting your tits and chin.

Brahms has to force his eyes to focus because he will be damned if he doesn't burn the sight of you soaked in his cum deep in his mind.

[wolvesofinnistrad]

Gonna say something maybe controversial. Despite Wades bratty bottom energy i actually think Logan is the bottom between them.

[janeacular]

So we all joke that Sam Reid is lestat irl, and he's an actor that plays lestat but he does it so well that the joke came about in the first place. Okay now in season 3 we are gonna get rockstar lestat. Canonically the books exist (the way they do in our world) and they have a fandom (like this world) and from public perception this rockstar guy is just insanely committed to the cosplay larp. of this fictional book character. So if I said it would be a really cool and fun idea for lestat's "Human" name to be Sam, like when fans are like "we know you're lestat from this book and you're like a vampire and all but real talk what's your name" I imgaine at first he'd be like "Dude i stg it's lestat" (way fancier and french than that but yk what i mean) but fandoms are crazy relentless and would stop at nothing to dox this man, so what if they wore him down until he's like "I changed it legally to lestat" on and on and on etc etc etc until eventually he just goes onto babynames.com and picks the first top 100 boy names that he sees Sam reid the actor that plays lestat in our lil tv show based on the books. And lestat the actor that plays "sam" when pestered by fans what his "real" name is.

i jus think it would be a funny little inconsequential easter egg

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Do you think Harry and Hermione will have an affair after being married into Weasely family? How all are they going to do if something like that happens?

Thoughts on Harry/Hermione. Thoughts on Harry's sexuality.

Do I Think They'll Have an Affair?

No.

Ultimately, what Harry and Hermione both need/want is to be joined through the Weasley family and not lose the golden trio. Because of this, it was very unlikely Hermione would ever go for Harry over Ron or that she'd ever end up with anyone but Ron. Both other options would rock the boat too much and throw off the group dynamics.

Nothing would throw off the family/friendship dynamics more than Hermione and Harry having an affair after she's married Ron.

Instead, I think Hermione and Ron will have a terse, difficult, marriage where they're almost always fighting the same way we see their relationship in canon. Neither is particularly happy, but they believe they're happy and better off together.

Harry and Ginny will keep doing whatever Harry and Ginny are doing with Harry half the time oblivious to the fact that he even has a wife (much the way Ginny was treated in canon when Harr would leave her behind to go have adventures with Ron and Hermione).

I don't think Harry and Hermione would be drawn to each other like this or risk what they have (the Weasley family).

If They Did It Anyway

Oh boy.

Well, we know how Molly would react if given Goblet of Fire and reaction to scandalous rumors that Hermione was trying to date Harry and or Viktor Krum. This would be that but ten times worse as Hermione cheated on her beloved son with Harry, seducing him away from her beloved daughter, and being the world's ultimate homewrecker and Judas when Molly always thought that would be Fleur.

Hermione earns Molly's intense loathing in a way that even Fleur didn't manage in canon.

I imgaine, in part due to his own jealous rage and in part due to pressure from Molly, Ron immediately divorces Hermione and starts rebounding on the first person he can find who is willing to date him. (The Wizarding World is very small and most people around Ron's age at this point are in committed relationships so... we'll see who he ends up with).

Ginny, desperate not to lose Harry, blames Hermione for all of this. Harry was seduced! Molly agrees, Hermione's to blame! Harry's not sure how to feel about this. Hermione now expects him to divorce Ginny so they can be together for real. Thing is though, Harry likes being a Weasley.

Hermione may not be able to anymore, but Harry really would like to stay and not lose the only family he's ever known and his best friend.

Harry tries to stay neutral which means he stays married to Ginny and tries to have vigorous sex with her to make up for banging Hermione and meets Hermione in secret on the sly.

This doesn't go well as I imagine Harry becomes the victim of Hermione's vengeance and wrath which is... god even knows what will happen to him.

[weird-tea]

So the continuity of BBC Merlin is a mess, for a lot of reasons, they clearly did not have a plan as to how they were adapting certin elements/chaaracters from the legend more than a season ahead. And don’t get me wrong there is something endearing about how much of a mess it is, and over planned tv shows can be bad as well because it doesn’t allow for creativity in the same way BUT that doesn’t mean I don’t wonder about an alternative universe version of the show that actually knew what it was doing a bit more and was more into acknoledging continuity.

Like, can you imagine if Agravaine has been forshadowed? As in way back in season 1 when the wraith of Tristan de Bois turns up and we get the story of Igraine’s brother challenging Uther to a fight to the death because he blamed him for Igraine’s death - imgaine if they had also mentioned that Igraine had another brother who is still alive but left camelot after Tristan’s death and has never even seen Arthur. Nothing big, just a throw away line seeding the idea that Arthur has a living maternal uncle out there who wants nothing to do with him. It would have been an intresting element for Arthur’s character to be established so early on, that Uther isn’t actually his only blood kin (They didn’t know about Morgana yet) but he is the only one who has anything to do with him. And like obviously it’s awful that Uther seems to hate Arthur, or at least not love him as he should, because of how Igraine died giving birth to him, but hey at least he didn’t just send him away to be raised by strangers, at least he still wants to have his son in his life. Where as igraine’s own brother seems to blame Arthur so much.

And then seasons on when Arthur is show Igraine’s ghost and almost kills his father, it’s not just that Uther got his mother killed and then blamed magic, there is the added twist of the knife that this Uncle we’ve only ever heard mentioned probably blames Uther for his sister’s death not Arthur, and Uther let Arthur beleive that Agravaine hated him. Then when Uther is ill and Arthur is regent and suddenly Argraine is there and helping him that message is doubled down on. That his uncle never hated him, just Uther. Agravaine could have a scene saying how guilty he has felt not being there for Igraine’s boy but he just couldn’t stand to be around Uther when he’d killed both his siblings (continuity reference to Tristian who I don’t think show Agravaine ever mentions). So Arthur’s apsalute trust in Agravaine dispite him acting shady as hell and Merlin’s warnings makes so much more sense because we’ve had his quiet longing to actually know his mother’s brother built up from season 1. And then the reveal that Agravaine really does hate Arthur and is plotting against him would hit the audience so much harder because he was actually a character we had wondered about and wanted in Arthur’s life for seasons.

Also, I feel like the fact that Uther cheated on igraine, his supposed great love, was not brought up nearly enough on the show. Like it focuses almost entirely on the betrayal of Uther hiding the truth from Morgana and Arthur and like a tiny acknowledgement that it’s fucked up he had an affair with his best friend’s wife but like, he cheated on Igraine. Arthur should have a lot of feelings about that! Especally when the whole Gwen/Lancelot thing happens. 

And speaking of the affair - where the hell is Morgana’s mother? We’re told she had a daugher, Morgause, who Uther belived was dead but was actually snuck out to be raised by a high priestess. And that is never explained. Is Morgause’s father Gorlois? Who knows! And then Vivienne has an affair with Uther and has Morgana who is raised by Gorlois beleiving he is her father, then he is killed in battle when she is a child and she is taken in as Uther’s ward - where is her mother in all of this? Did she die? It seems more like she left? What’s up with that? I feel like she got a lot of build up for her with the mystery of Morgause being stuck out of camelot. Imagine is Vivienne was a character in later seasons! Imagine if we got a scene with her and her daughters reuniting? The fact that Vivinne was made to leave camelot, leave Morgana, could have been part of Morgana’s reasoning for turning evil. Like her mother was forced to flee because she had magic or something and no one ever told her. And we could have had Vivinne and Uther scenes where she is worried about the dark path her daughter is on and blames Uther for being a shit dad. We could have had Vivinne talking to Arthur about his mother, about the person she was and how gulity she felt for betraying Igraine with uther. 

I know so many of these things can be ‘fixed’ in fanfiction form, but part of me mourns for the show we could have got. I love the show as is but there is so much wasted potential that just drives me mad. 

[hollyhomburg]

oh, i just had a thought, if this is the way that i feel when jin leaves, is this how it’s gonna feel when i leave the boys i nanny for? i’ve been such a part of their lives for so long, it’s like im their big sister and fuck the little ones just- i can imgaine how jin feels. leaving the others behind, not because he wants too but because he has too. 

[chanstopher]

😂 your kpop story amg! The grown men eating with a DO NOT REPOST underneath made me giggle bc it… really is a kpop experience 😂 I can’t really pinpoint my first encounter with kpop except very vaguely in 5th grade.

My bestie at the time got into Girl’s Gen and Shinee at the same time Boys Over Flowers was blooming (will never forget buying a ridiculous amount of F4 stickers like I was obsessed) I was still deep into my shoujo anime loving hours to care and was frustrated I couldn’t sing along so I didn’t bother looking too much into it while everyone around me was talking about their biases 😂 kpop was really big where I lived that I would witness irl fanwars during lunchtime like it was always army vs exo-l vs a lone justin bieber stan every other wednesday 😂😂😂

As for me, I got into it like years and years later bc a friend introduced me to some groups they based their oc on. Then while checking out Pentagon’s Dr Bebe, I came across their telepathy game vid and laughed so hard the rest is history 😭

— Chia 🐏✨ (also www sending my hi hellaurs and love from my forest, Dreamy bae!! Miss you lots 😭)

omg that is wild i cant imgaine what school would have been like with kpop fan wars going on lmao i was such a little emo kid in school i dont even think i know what was popular at the time asdgffgb i guess bieber, but i just knew he was some youtube singer who got big and liked purple lol because ppl would walk around in purple hoodies all the time asfdg

but omg i think ptgs telepathy game is so iconic ur so valid for it being the final nail in ur kpop coffin lmao (i love youuuu too my lil chia bean!!!!)

[darkhoneybrowneyes]

Episode 5

"Without wind, how can the windmill spin" yep, i love kaghan now. 🥰

This is how i like my sponsorships- ft. Cute boys being cute together.

"Saliom must be a friend you truly love". Grandma is the captain of this ship.

"I don't love him, i despise" kaghan you lying liar. 🤣

Why is kaghan father like this? It irks me.

Girl there's nothing on the board.

"Your intended major in college" enginneering? Enginneering for kanghan. Bl boys in uni = enginneering. And maybe architecture for saliom.

I may have a weakness for engineering x architecture. Blame it on pat x pran (bad buddy)

Yes, i agree. Saliom calling out kaghan for doing a 180 in the presence of his crush.

Kaghan wants it to be a date however pimfah hasnt even thought of it as a date for second.

Kaghan stop trying impress her, its never going to work, she just not into you.

I felt so sorry for kaghan when the lizard pooped on him and then everyone laughed at him. If that was me i would have broken down in tears from the embrassement right then and there. 😥

Imgaine your crush's crush having a crush on you. I have mixed feelings. But i do not approve of kaghan smiling like that at pimfah when he should be smiling towards saliom instead.

If they give us ponsorships like this i might just pay attention to them.

An indrect kiss? What in the hidden agenda is this?

[abooknerdfrommiddleearth]

I'm gonna be on the edge of my seat for the rest of the season because I don't wanna be taken by surprise should that freaking hamster randomly show up again

[princemick-archive]

Mick Schumacher getting annoyed by Charles Leclerc during the 2022 Hungarian GP practice 1 'what is it with staying on the race lines?!"

[hella1975]

“Sokka you are going to feel loved if it kills the man” that alone makes me wanna cry, fuck you, I’m so excited for the things

next few chapters have a recurring theme of me shoehorning at LEAST one scene of 'sokka is going to be appreciated and everyone is going to sit and listen' and that's so hip and trendy we should all be doing it

[crankynewt]

okay, so i’ve officially lost my mind.

but like, what if i wrote a quicksilver script on my own and just like, sent it to marvel.

like “hey, we all hate what you did. here’s your solution big kev.” (your saviour is here lmao)

maybe it’s just my burnout and is just today’s mental breakdown, but like, maybe it’s so crazy it just might work??

idek, either way i’m writing one for fun. please send me ideas :))

[yandere-daydreams]

Can I have something involving apollo having a darling that wanted to be monogamous?

While I hesitate to involve myself in anything that involves monogamy, I do love watching our second favorite Sun God struggle to compromise. It’s fitting, for someone as… /generous/ as Apollo.

Title: Divided Attention.

TW: Implied Kidnapping and Emotional Manipulation.

~

You learned quickly that Apollo was a man of great extravagance.

You’d always known it, really. Even when you were simply a bystander to the antics of his cult, you didn’t have to travel far to find one of his gold-plated temples, his altars always decorated with the rarest of flowers and his sacrifices more akin to feasts than the sparse, sparable scraps other deities required. You had no great desire to participate in his theatrics, not beyond an annual festival or two tradition demanded you attend. It had been no surprise that, when you were whisked away to a palace closer to the sun than any other, there were dozens of guests who’d received their invitation long before Apollo had thought to send yours. Every room was full, every conversation shouted, and you didn’t care for it. You loathed it, some days.

Almost as much as you loathed the God who brought you here.

You were the newest toy in an overflowing collection. Countless eyes, all young and clouded, watched your every move, appraising your value as they parted to either side and made a path down the center of the massive, blinding throne room that occupied the majority of Apollo’s domain. You did your best not to be intimidated by it, keeping your eyes on the creature you were being directed towards, a man too tall and much too happy to see you. Promptly, you decided it actually was not a good idea to look at him, and instead directed your attention towards the velvet carpet guiding your advances.

Alas, avoidance wasn’t a sustainable method. As you came to a stop in front of him, you moved to kneel, but a strong arm was quick to correct your posture, taking you by the midriff and lifting you onto Apollo’s lap unceremoniously. He nodded towards the amassed crowd, and without further argument, they blended back into one lingering, unattentive group, conversations picking up where they’d been cut off and activities proceeding as if they’d never been interrupted. You watched, for a moment, but another intrusion was quick to steal you away. You didn’t try to decide which disturbance was more unwelcomed.

“You haven’t changed,” He began, his hand coming up to cup your jaw before trailing towards your neck, a long, painted nail tapping twice against your chest. You knew what he was referring to without further explanation - he’d made his hatred for your drab, grey frock more than clear. You were given clothes, a wardrobe in every color of the natural world, but every piece was just as lavish as your surroundings. You’d forgone it without much thought. “I was excited to see you in attire more fitting of your beauty, you know. Is there something wrong with what I’ve provided?”

You were in a strange place and you weren’t allowed to go home. You were surrounded by people with dead eyes and silver tongues and none of them had any interest in befriending someone as separate as yourself. Apollo had stolen you and he wouldn’t give you back, and you resented him for it and everything else and a million other reasons you couldn’t name in polite company. 

“They’re not my taste,” You answered, knowing better than to purposefully displease him. “I once heard Athena say a great mind needs no decoration.”

“And I once watched Athena start a dozen different wars over a single bronze breastplate she could never seem to get her hands on.” Despite the delight in his tone, he was quick to let out a long, labored sigh, pulling you closer to his chest as he went on. “This is your home now, my love, do you understand that? I want your comfort, and if there’s anything I could do to gain your trust, all you need to do is say the word.” Once again, his fingers ran through your hair, tilting your head back and allowing him to capture your lips in a soft, fleeting kiss, romantic by intention and onesided by execution.  You remained rigid, present only in a physical sense, but that was all Apollo required. He pulled away with a noise of contentment, if only to better stare you down with a gaze far too concentrated. Far too intense. “Your desires are my own.”

You could practically taste the opportunity. You didn’t allow yourself time to falter, you’d spent far too long waiting for an opening. “The only thing I desire is commitment, my lord.”

There was a pause. This time, Apollo couldn’t seem to summon an elegant rebuttal. “Commitment?”

“I do not wish to be a piece of a set.” It wasn’t a lie, just a truth out of context. You did not wish to be Apollo’s, alone or with company, and you knew he could never be satisfied with the lover he already had. It was an impossible bargain, and surely, it was a bargain he couldn’t risk accepting. “I am not a jewel to decorate your riches, and I refuse to be another facet of your ever-growing harem. Either send me away and be done with it, or prove that you’ll be loyal to me. I don’t want to be with someone who isn’t willing to make sacrifices in my name.”

There was silence. Rigid, frozen silence. You swallowed, and Apollo forgot to pretend he was human enough to blink.

Then, abruptly, he laughed.

“My stubborn disciple has no faith in me,” He chuckled, his voice completely and utterly rejuvenated. He held up an arm, beckoning his reluctant lovers forward and wordlessly calling them to gather, to be ready for his next demand. “You don’t think you’ll be cared for. You forget that everyone here shares in my love, and they’re just as prepared to distribute my affection as I am.” He paused, a hand coming to rest on your hip, squeezing playfully as he turned you on his knee, leaning forward just enough to let his grin press against your bare shoulder. “It’s my fault, really. I should’ve ensured that you received a proper welcome, but a delayed celebration will have to do. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive my negligence, my love.”

You moved to contest, to argue and tell him exactly what he could do with his negligence, but before you could speak, a woman’s hand had latched onto your ankle, a man’s wrapping around your wrist. They pulled, and willingly, Apollo let you fall into the mass, each and every one of its many occupants dead-set on contributing to something terrible. There were cheers, sounds of celebration and a few rough jostles to your form, but there was no changing their aims, escaping the fate you’d talked their deity into carrying out. And, as someone grabbed at your back, clawing until they’d torn through thin fabric, it dawned on you just how vile your fate was going to be.

Apollo was a being of indulgence, after all.

You weren’t sure why you expected his lovers to be any different.

[danghyuk]

lips like cherry. [min yoongi]

► au info: none

► summary: though your relationship is hidden behind locked doors, the two of you always find time to relax with each other - especially with you on the floor, between yoongi's spread legs.

► pairing: min yoongi (suga) x male!reader

► word count: 1513

► warning(s): s m u t - bj, mxm

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Low creaking noises mixed with breathy gasps who steadily grew in volume filled the warm room and created a needy tension. It wasn’t the bed, but the light blue couch placed against the wall that created the small noises the two males inside the room knew what caused them.

If someone were to pass by the door they wouldn’t hear a single thing.

They knew how to be subtle and secretive.

Not that it was necessary per se, but it created a sense of thrill and excitement deep down which just added to the sultry mood.

Secrets were fun and especially this one.

This one caused hidden glances and hungry smirks to be shared between the two males. It caused deep lip bites and subtle touches. Brief and breathy kisses.

A quick fling – someone would say based on the lack of feelings in between the waves of lust.

Oh-so wrong they would be.

Despite the variety of touches and need for caress, this secret also included long and loving gazes at the other without them noticing. It included encouraging and heartfelt messages sent in the middle of the night. Missing each other even if the other was a room away.

Slowly the creaking noise ceased, and the boy seated on the couch peered down at the one kneeling between his spread legs.

“Hmm?” A wet pop echoed through the small room, and you, seated on the floor, licked your spit slicked lips as you met the heated eyes of the black-haired male above you through your full lashes. “Why did you stop, Yoongi?”  

Your question was ignored as he chuckled breathily and leaned his head backwards again.

“I thought we had an agreement here, [Name].”

“Oh?” You feigned innocence and batted your lashes. Not that he could see your small effort though.

“You’re being a tease,” as he growled out the words a big, warm hand reached out and found its previous place buried in your (h/c) hair. “And we don’t like teases, do we [Name]?” Yoongi purred as he stroked his hand over your hair, grabbing another fistful and tugging harshly so your eyes were once again locked with his.

A low moan escaped your lips the second he tugged at your hair strands and a knowing smirk spread over his lips, causing a set of shivers to crawl down your spine in anticipation. The way he knew to push the right buttons drove you crazy, just the slightest touch from Yoongi could leave you breathless or aroused for an entire day.

Pleasure and pain took turns to shock your body as Yoongi’s grip tightened around your (h/c) strands to guide your head back towards his crotch. Placing your own hands on his thighs only to stroke them slowly back and forth caused your boyfriend to halt in his movements for a brief second.

“[Name]…” It was obvious that he struggled to keep himself under control by the way he breathed harshly through his nose. That was your second warning and there wouldn’t be a third.

Lashes dipped in mock submission, and you let him guide you towards his throbbing, veiny flesh. No matter how many times you had repeated this ‘routine’, his thick girth still intimidated you to a certain extent and made you wonder if your lips actually could stretch that much.

Pressing one last teasing kiss on the small patch of exposed skin on Yoongi’s thigh, you gently nuzzled your nose against the throbbing erection before you let your soft tongue glide all the way from the base to the head. Refraining from doing it ever so slowly, you settled for flicking his slit a couple of times which made him groan throatily and his cock twitch.

Yoongi couldn’t finish the first groan before it dissolved into a much louder moan when he suddenly felt your warm mouth engulf his member in one go. If he hadn’t already been seated in the loveseat inside his room, his knees would have buckled. The small tremble in his legs told you so and if it hadn’t been for your lips stretching and aching in the best way, you would’ve chuckled.

Nothing could compare to sucking dick – especially when it came to Yoongi’s. There was no way you were used to his size, but it was a mix of senses and feelings that made you crave everything it gave you. The stretching of your lips around his throbbing sex, the aching in your jaw after a rough skull fuck, how heavy it felt on your tongue and not to mention your boyfriend’s breathy gasps and moans of pure pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck-,” The word ended as a low growl when Yoongi felt you hollow your cheeks as your started to bob your head up and down, taking him further and further down your throat with every head motion.

Deep-throating wasn’t something that scared you, but when it came to your boyfriend it became a challenge- a challenge you were willing to take.

Peering up through your thick lashes you were met with a wonderful sight. Your boyfriend leaning his head backwards, biting down on his bottom lip until it turned white and an expression that read nothing but ecstasy. His cheeks were flushed in the absolute best way and his shiny, black hair tousled by his own hand.

Suddenly the other hand, who lost its all of its power the moment your luscious lips surrounded him, regained its strength and tugged you even more forward. Surprised by Yoongi’s unexpected move you choked some, though it came out muffled. Yoongi definitely heard it but ignored it and proceeded to bury your nose in his pubes.

“You look s’good like this babe,” he chuckled, breathless, “your pretty fuckin’ lips spread over my dick. Fuck, I wanna fuck your face.”

Nodding in consent, he wasn’t far behind with trusting his hips lazily as the hand in your hair changed between petting and tugging on your strands.

The ache in your jaw increased as Yoongi fucked your mouth, causing more precum and saliva to dribble down your lips and jaw. You didn’t mind it one bit, instead, you were lost in your own world of pain and pleasure- feeling your own cock twitch against its containments with every trust Yoongi made.

Hollowing your cheeks the best you could and sucking harder than ever, you could feel his veiny dick twitch more and more inside your mouth and you knew he was close. You moved one hand from his thighs and trailed it slowly downwards until you cupped his balls. Rubbing your thumbs in circles gently, you felt how they tightened up- ready to burst.

Once again Yoongi lost all of his strength and you felt his hand slowly losing its grip. Casting a look at the flushed boy in the loveseat over you, you felt your own dick twitch again as your eyes landed upon his pleasure-stricken expression. He looked dishevelled in the best possible way, from his swollen lips, sweaty forehead, bliss-filled eyes to his mouth forming incomprehensible sounds, growls and breathy whines.

Bobbing your head faster and sucking harder, you wanted – needed to feel Yoongi brought over the edge as every nerve in him exploded in a pleasure-filled high.

It took him one, two – five more lazy trusts before warmth filled your mouth and him coming hard down your throat. Having no other choice but to swallow you settled for stroking his quivering thighs and lean into his mindless petting.

Languid breathing was heard above you and you could feel every tense muscle relax within Yoongi as he inhaled and exhaled. Relaxation was a luxury especially for someone like your boyfriend with his constant full schedule. Moments like these were rare, but whenever the two of you could spend time together you did everything you could in hope that he felt more comfortable.

You pulled off slowly knowing how oversensitive it felt, despite your efforts you still felt a tired twitch and heard a broken groan escape your boyfriend’s lips. Though you don’t bother tucking him back into his pants.

No, you knew that there’s more coming later. Yeah, later, you chuckled to yourself.

Yoongi was still leaning backwards, almost as if he wanted to disappear into the soft cushions when you tried to stand up effortlessly only to discover that your legs fell asleep from you kneeling on the floor. However, you ignored it the best you could as you seated yourself on the other male’s lap, grinding down in slow circles to make your own throbbing bulge known.

A content smirk tugged at the corner of the rapper’s mouth and turned into a dirty one as he brought his big hands down to your ass and squeezed, hard.

“I feel that someone is happy to see me.” He joked causing you to snort.

“Are you gonna do something about it, hm?”

Another, harder, squeeze was given, making you yelp and Yoongi chuckled.

“I guess I have to, hah.”

The room was once again filled with creaking noises, this time much more frequent and way louder.  

[bubblegumbitch143]

Oh no

[sleek-mendes]

Fratboy Luke! Pt 3

Warnings: Language, mention of alcohol

I don’t know how long I sat there. My mind was spinning and the alcohol swimming in my veins was not helping. A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts.

‘Katherine?’ Haley called softly, pushing the door open.

‘Hey.’ I whispered. Her eyes fell to my neck and she raised her eyebrow.

‘I saw him walk out, I figured you guys got into an argument but clearly you were up to something else.’ She laughed. I wasn’t in the mood to laugh. I wanted to cry, but it felt dramatic.

I knew what I was getting myself into. And my gut told me not to. But I did it anyways. It was my fault. I should’ve listened to my gut.

‘Okay you aren’t laughing or telling me to fuck off so what happened?’ Haley asks, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

‘Things were fine but then he just stopped and told me he couldn’t do this. Whatever that means. And then he left.’ I explain and Haley’s face falls from confusion to anger.

‘That little shit im gonna-‘

‘No. Haley don’t do anything. I just want to go home.’ I sigh, zipping up my jeans and trying my best to cover the hickey with my hair.

‘Ive had too much to drink but, I’ll ask Calum. He hasn’t been drinking for the last hour.’ She explains and I nod. Haley takes my hand and leads us both out of the bathroom and down the long hallway back outside where Calum stands with Michael.

‘Hey, could you take us home? I’m really drunk. But i’ll come get my car in the morning.’ Haley asks and Calum nods, looking towards me.

‘You good?’ He asks.

‘I’m fine. Please just take me home.’

He opens his mouth to say something but Haley shakes her head and he quickly closes it.

‘Let’s go then.’ He purses his lips, eyeing me carefully before leading the way to his car.

‘Katherine, wait!’ I heard Lukes voice getting close but i shook my head and continued walking, Haley’s grip on my hand tightening.

Luke’s hand wrapped around my arm and my movements halted.

‘Don’t fucking touch me.’ I berated, ripping my arm from his grasp.

‘Please just let me talk to you!’ He begged.

‘No. Don’t ever fucking talk to me again.’ I yelled, a few heads turning in our direction but I couldn’t even care if I wanted to. All i could see was red.

‘You don’t get it! I-‘

I laugh sarcastically at his comment and turn to face him fully.

‘No I get it. You won. You wanted to fuck around to prove you could do it? You win. Fuck you for making me think I might’ve been wrong about you.’ I say it calmer than I thought I would and turn away, rushing to meet Haley in the car.

‘Are you okay?’ I’m surprised it’s Calums voice that asks the question.

‘I’m fine.’ I answer shortly.

‘He’s had a fucked up love life. That’s why he acts like that.’ Calum explains quietly.

‘And the rest of us haven’t?’ I ask, raising my voice slightly.

‘No but.. nevermind. It’s not my business to tell’

-

Calums words remained in my head for the entire week. It made me wonder just what Luke has been through that makes him act like such an asshole.

I hadn’t seen Luke around at all. He’d avoided me successfully and i’d done the same. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little disappointed that he didn’t try at least one more time.

But that was also the problem wasn’t it?

I had turned him down, I made it hard to even be my friend, yet I STILL wanted him to run after me? I hadn’t been easy on him. Yet I excepted him to be easy on me.

It was getting harder and harder to convince myself that everything was working out the way it’s supposed to.

‘I’m leaving! Are you sure you don’t want to come?’ Haley announces as she walks into the living room, fixing her hoop earring.

‘I’m sure.’ I smile.

‘Alright well, i’ll miss you.’ She smiles waving goodbye before leaving to go to the small kickback Calum was having.

I knew enough to know that ‘small’ still meant Luke would be there. Plus partying on a Thursday night put a bitter taste in my mouth.

I would enjoy my Thursday night on the couch, take out and netflix on the tv.

Not even two hours later my phone lights up with Haley’s face, a sigh escaping my lips as I press the phone to my ear.

‘Haley i’m not coming!’

Haley giggles into the phone. ‘You’re so silly, I-I was actually calling to see if you could come get me?’ She’s clearly drunk as she stumbles her words.

‘Come get you? You’re not staying with Calum?’

‘No. Everybody’s still here and i’m really really... really tired. wanna come home yknow?’

I shake my head and laugh at her state.

‘Yeah Hal, i’m come get you. Be there in 15.’ I don’t let her answer as I hang up and stand from the couch, stretching out my limbs from the last two hours of being lazy.

I throw on a pair of leggings and some shoes before stepping in to the cool night air.

I knew I was gonna see Luke. There was no way Haley was gonna get all the way out to the car with ease and I had a feeling a drunk horny Calum wasn’t gonna be much help.

I pulled up to the frat house and let out a sigh before making my way to the door. I didn’t bother knocking because I knew they wouldn’t hear me. The music was blasting from Calums room so I made my way up the stairs, following the music.

I opened calums bedroom door and my eyes fell to the ground where Luke sat, a girl sitting on his lap, her lips attached to his neck.

His eyes met mine and a small smirk started to play on his lips as he saw my reaction.

‘Where’s Haley?’ I ask, looking around the room.

‘Bathroom. With Calum. Normally it’s curtesy to knock.’ He chuckled, the blonde girl pulling away from him to look at me.

‘Normally it’s curtesy to fuck in your own bedroom.’ I spit back, slamming the door as I stepped out of the bedroom, trying not to think about the image as I made my way to the bathroom which I could now hear Haley whining at Calum.

‘Katherine! I’m SO glad you’re here. Everybody’s getting horny and I feel like i’m part of an orgy.’ She giggles, leaning her head against the shower door.

‘She’s better now but I still think she’s gonna puke a couple more times.’ Calum explains and I nod softly and bend down to look at Haley.

‘Let’s go.’ I sigh holding out my hand for her to grab.

A pout falls on her lips as she puts her hand in mine.

‘Are you mad at me?’ She asks quietly.

‘Why would I be mad at you?’ I ask, helping her off the ground.

‘Because I knew Luke had a girl here and I still made you come get me.’ She hiccups.

Calum chuckles beside me and I send him a glare before focusing back on Haley.

‘No baby, i’m not mad at you. It’s not your fault he’s a tool.’ I smile as I pull her out of the bathroom only to be met with Luke’s cocky face.

‘So i’m a tool?’ He asks, crossing his arms across his chest as he smirks down at me.

‘Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, i’m literally right in the middle of something.’

‘In the middle of me!’ Haley shouts loudly, putting her head on my shoulder. ‘Wait,’ she giggles. ‘Not like that. But fuck off Luke.’ I’m the one to chuckle this time as I step past him, pretty much carrying Haley down the stairs.

‘You couldn’t have avoided this forever!’ Luke shouts.

‘Avoided what? You? I could very easily never talk to you again. Don’t get it twisted , Hemmings.’ I scoff, Calum rushing down the stairs and lifts haley off of me, picking her up bridal style.

‘I’ll take her to your car.’ He says quietly, taking the keys out of my hand.

I nod and turn back to Luke who is now half way down the stairs.

‘Last time I checked, you were begging me to fuck you and I walked out. Don’t forget.’ He says lowly, stepping in my face.

‘Are you upset princess? That I let somebody else fuck me? Even after you wanted it so bad?’ He steps even closer, his hand falling on my hip as he pulled me against him.

‘Fuck you.’ I reply reaching my hands up to push him away from me but he grabs them before I can do so.

‘You already tried.’ He smirks.

‘You’re a piece of shit. Whatever the fuck- WHOEVER the fuck did what they did to you for you to be like this- you deserved every minute of it.’ I shout, pulling my hands from his and stepping backwards.

His eyes sadden at my words and I try to push away the guilt I feel for saying something I knew would hurt him.

‘Just... fuck you.’ I add before leaving the house.

‘Everything okay?’ Calum asks.

‘It’s fine. I’m fine. Thanks for your help. I have to go.’ I say quietly.

‘I’m sorry you had to see that.’ He sighs, clearly talking about the bedroom incident.

‘See what? Me and Luke were never a thing. We kissed one time. For a game.’ I lie, my voice getting louder than I intended.

‘Katherine... that fight last weekend had nothing to do with the game. I know what a face of Luke’s victims looks like.’

‘I’m NOT a victim. Don’t call me that. And it’s disgusting you all act okay with the way he treats people.’

‘Hey. He’s been through a lot. Like I said. I’ve seen him more broken than anybody. He has reasons. That’s not an excuse but... I know the real him.’. Calum explains, not letting me answer before he disappears up the driveway, leaving me confused & guilty once again.

-

I know it’s short i’m sorry :( if you want part 4 let me know! Thank you for all your feedback and patience with me. I love that people love it <3