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allsassnoclass · 3 years

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i cannot help myself i'm sorry here's another one: “No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!” with mashton please i love you i love your mashton i love your writing

I! love! mashton!!!! in case anyone didn’t know!!!

This one takes place in the same college AU as this fic but it is also very much a standalone

mashton: “No, mom, don’t tell him I said that about him!”

Michael is incredibly nervous. He's not having a panic attack, but that's mostly because Ashton is standing next to him, holding his hand and with just as much tension coursing through his bloodstream, even though Ashton is trying so hard to hide it and be reassuring.

Michael has never met someone's family before. Well, obviously he's been to Calum's house and met his family, but he's never been introduced to family members as someone's boyfriend. All of his brief relationships in high school were very surface-level, nothing lasting long enough to require a meeting with family, and when Ashton first broached the idea of meeting his, Michael reacted like a deer in headlights.

"Your family?" he had asked.

"Yeah," Ashton said. "My mom and siblings are coming up from family weekend, and they want to meet you."

"They want to meet me?" Ashton had nodded, and said please and that it would mean a lot to him, and at that point Michael was powerless to refuse.

He likes what this represents, in any case. It's a lot of pressure, because Ashton adores his family and Michael wants them to like him, but Ashton wouldn't ask him to meet them if he wasn't serious about this. Everything about their relationship feels so casual and effortless, and it's nice to have an indicator that they're not just passing time together, because Michael certainly has fallen head-over-heels.

Still, now that they're standing outside of the restaurant, the panicky feeling is definitely overshadowing how nice it is that Ashton wants to meet this relationship milestone with him.

"What if they don't like me," Michael says.

"They'll like you," Ashton replies, staring at the restaurant resolutely. "They'll like you. Just try not to get overwhelmed, okay? They can be a lot. They might be embarrassing, so don't think differently of me afterwards."

"I won't," he says. Ashton squeezes his hand, then pulls him towards the restaurant.

Michael can tell the moment Ashton spots his family by the way he lights up. All of the tension leaves his body, and they bypass the hostess and navigate to the table like it's a lighthouse in a storm. Before they fully reach it, Ashton's brother is out of his seat and running towards them, flinging his arms around Ashton's middle at breakneck speed.

"Hey Harry," Ashton laughs beneath called greetings from the rest of the family. "I'm glad to see you, too."

"I missed you," Harry says, then pulls away from the hug and studies Michael critically. Michael straightens up. He feels like he should be in a tie, or something. This feels more important than meeting royalty would, and Michael definitely would be wearing a tie if he was saying hello to a monarch.

"Hi," Harry says, sticking out his hand. "I'm Harry."

"I'm Michael," he says, cautiously taking the outstretched hand. Harry gives it one solid shake, then beams. He and Ashton have the same smile, and Michael feels himself relax a fraction.

Ashton's mom and sister join them, tugging Ashton in for hugs and giving quick introductions to Michael while he mostly tries to stay out of the way of this family reunion and simultaneously make a good impression. When they descend into their seats, Michael is relieved to see that they left a spot by Ashton open for him. He didn't think they'd split them up, but it's reassuring to have confirmation that they can brush elbows and knock knees if Michael needs it.

Michael is going to need it. He's already wondering if they'll judge him based on what he orders, and he hasn't even seen the menu yet.

"So," Anne-Marie says when they sit, "we know what's going on with Ashton, because he calls home all the time, but what about you, Michael? How's your semester going? Ashton said you're a music major."

"Music business," he says, because he sounds much more likely to get a job that way. "I want to write music for video games, or be a music supervisor."

"What's that?" Harry asks, and Michael explains about how he'd choose and acquire the rights for different songs in the background of movie trailers or tv shows. Harry then asks about his favorite video games, and Michael finds himself settling into an easy conversation with him. He wishes that Harry could be the only one he's meeting right now, because 11 year old boys are easier to talk to than 14 year old girls or his boyfriend's mom.

Michael answers sporadic questions from the rest of the family until their food arrives, at which point he finally gets a break. Ashton asks Lauren about something at school they talked about on a recent phone call, and Michael tries to be attentive even though he has no context. He's so confused trying to figure out the situation that he blurts questions before thinking, and Lauren launches into a story involving her, her friends, a teacher, and a game of truth-or-dare that makes Anne-Marie roll her eyes while hiding a smile. Lauren looks immensely pleased when he laughs with her. Something in his stomach unclenches the more the family talks over each other with him joining in.

He can do this. This is fine. Ashton’s family is funny, kind, and happy to have him here. Michael knows that Ashton can tell when he relaxes, because Ashton’s smiles get wider and he touches Michael more, little brushes of their hands or pressing their shoes together under the table. Neither of them overly indulge in PDA, but Michael loves every piece of contact. It’s easier to make conversation with Anne-Marie once Ashton drapes his arm across the back of his chair.

Anne-Marie orders dessert, because “this counts as a very special occasion,” and Ashton alternates between taking spoonfuls of Michael’s sundae and forkfuls of the cake Lauren and Harry are supposed to be sharing. Anne-Marie watches with a smile on her face and a fancy cappuccino in front of her.

“It’s been so good to meet you, Michael,” she says. “Once Ashton called you the love of his life, we couldn’t get down here fast enough.” Ashton’s fork clatters onto the plate.

“No, Mom, don’t tell him I said that about him!”

Michael turns and blinks at him. He knows what the words mean in theory, but his mind is still whirring like a computer trying to open too many files.

“The love of your life?”

Ashton scrunches down in his seat, cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink.

“Oh,” Anne-Marie says. “Have you not told him yet? I’m sorry, honey.”

Michael barely hears her. He clears his throat.

“That’s, um… Those are some big words to be throwing around.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you yet,” he mumbles. “You don’t have to say it back, or anything, but it’s out there now.”

It’s too early for Michael to say those words. They might be true, but they’re still so young, and the relationship is so new in the grand scheme of things. Michael doesn’t want to say them until he knows they’re true without a shadow of a doubt. Once he calls Ashton the love of his life, he never wants to have to take it back.

He reaches out and squeezes one of Ashton’s hands, then brings it to his lips so he can kiss the back of it.

“I love you, too,” he says. It’s a compromise, but it’s not a rejection and Ashton gets that. His lips turn up slightly, then he gives his mom a look.

“If you have anything else to embarrass me with, now would be the time, Mumma.”

“Well,” Anne-Marie says, “I do have a few of your baby pictures on my phone.”

“I want to see those!” Michael says. The kids roll their eyes and Ashton groans, but he doesn’t let go of Michael’s hand, keeping their fingers tangled while they lean forward to look at a young Ashton giggle at the camera. Michael can see this scene and dozens like it playing out in the future in different settings. Eventually, he’ll get to see Ashton’s childhood home and the physical photo albums that these pictures are housed in. Maybe he’ll get to attend Irwin family reunions and build his own inside jokes with Harry and Lauren.

Michael glances at Ashton out of the corner of his eye, but Ashton catches him and smiles. He’s not the love of his life yet, but he very well could be someday. His family isn’t Michael’s family, but he thinks they could be, at some point in the distant future.

#my writing #drabble #mashton #hmmm meeting the fam fics.... I like them but they're hard to write

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honeyoongiah · 4 years

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Most beautiful coincidence

Pairings: Yoongi x Elly (reader)

Genre: Bookworm! Yoongi AU, fluff

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: none!

Summary: Yoongi spent most of his time in the universities library with his nose in some books to escape from reality. At least until Elly decided to sit on the other side of the shelf and showed him that love stories don't just exist in books.

A/N: another Oneshot that has a special place in my heart. I hope you'll feel the warmth that I felt during the writing process.

It was a surprisingly hot november day as Elly walked down the hallways of her college. Packed with countless books, she made her way to the library to learn how she always did for exams.

The room was cold because the air conditioner tried its best to fight the heat, so she quickly started to shiver in her top and cursed the long summer.

"Isn't it supposed to be a little colder outside?", she mumbled to herself while walking through the library searching for that one book she knew she'd need. Everyone was silent so she tried to be as well, but apparently someone on the other side of the shelf noticed her.

"Global warming."

It was the voice of a boy, but she couldn't see him through the books. He sounded a little annoyed but maybe that was just his normal tone, she wouldn't know.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't want to disturb you.", she said in worry. Most of the people here got really mad for being interrupted and she understood. This was a place of silence to study, but she couldn't control her mumbling sometimes.

The voice buzzed something that sounded like "it's okay" and Elly started to relax again. Just as she looked for a table to sit on, she realized that she was a little too late with that. Every single chair was already taken and she ran her fingers through her hair.

What should she do now?

Well, obviously there were people sitting on the ground in between the shelfs just as this mysterious boy she couldn't see. "Hey uhm, sorry for bothering you again but would you mind if I sit here? The library is full."

"No.", he answered shortly before there was silence again. "Thank you.", Elly answered and smiled friendly until she realized he wouldn't see it.

She had to admit it was somehow calming to know that there was someone right next to her, even if they weren't talking and didn't even know each other.

Sitting down and taking some notes, she didn't realize how time flew by.

"Ohh god I gotta go or I'll miss my lecture.", she talked to herself again and got up, packing her things in a rush.

"Don't run with books in your hand, though. It'll be dangerous for them... and for you too.", the boy answered again, sounding a little amused by his own comment.

"I won't be a threat to the books, I promise. I don't know if I can say the same about me, though.", Elly chuckled. She didn't feel right to just go without saying anything. "So uhm... Goodbye."

"Bye."

With that said she began to rush, but without running, so she wouldn't miss informations that were relevant to her exam.

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Just a day went by and she had to visit the library again. Without really thinking about it she ended up in the same spot she was yesterday. It had something calming not to sit together with all that stressed and desperate students.

Elly sat down again and leaned her back against the shelf made of wood. She was curious now. Was she alone, or did he happen to be here too?

"Mysterious boy from yesterday? Are you here?"

First there was silence and she already thought that he wasn't here, until she heard a dark chuckle from the other side. "Mysterious boy, huh."

"Oh hello, you're actually here again."

"Well, actually this is my favorite spot since I first entered this college. So I'm rather surprised of you being here again.", he explained and Ellys eyes grew big. "Oh I didn't intend to steal it from you, I'm sorry."

"You didn't. You're on the other side of the shelf."

"Well that's true."

The silence broke over them again, although she began to like talking to him. It had something carefree and noncommittal. So unlike what she felt at the university. He cleared his throat and seemed to be focussed again to what Elly couldn't see from here. Again many minutes passed before he was the one breaking the silence for the first time. "Are you doing well? The subject should be particularly difficult this semester."

Elly sighed and when he heard that, he immediately laughed. "Okay, I have my answer."

"No joke, it's terrible. But I can do it. Thanks for asking."

Suddenly she felt an object pressed against her back, but without hurting her. Amazed, she looked at the book the boy had handed her through the shelf. His hand was thin, his fingers long and also narrow and defined by bones and veins. "Here, that helped me a lot last year."

Fleetingly, she flipped through it and realized immediately how useful it would be for her. "Oh my god, thank you, that will help!"

"My pleasure."

"By the way, my name is Elly. You said the book really helped you last year, so you're a year above me?" For a few seconds she had to wait for an answer and thought he hadn't heard her or didn't want to talk, but then she heard him. "My name is Min Yoongi and yes, I am one year ahead of you."

Elly gave a low ah and nodded her head. "I have never heard of you, although I know so many students here." A few students tried to pass her, but with so many books in the way it was a lot harder. Elly looked at them with an apologetic look. "That doesn't surprise me. I don't even think my lecturer knows that I exist. At least they can't connect my name with a face. I don't go to many lectures, because I rather teach everything myself and spend my time here."

"It's impressive that you can teach yourself.", she marveled, shuddering just at the thought of trying. Sure, she was good at learning on her own but it helped immensely if someone explained it to her. "I just don't like being around People much, I prefer the company of books of all kinds."

"You just weren't around the right People then, Yoongi.", she spoke her thoughts out loud and hoped she didn't cross a line. "You're probably right but I don't even try anymore."

"That's sad though. You might miss someone very special."

The usual silence greeted them again as Yoongi thought about her words.

He really didn't have much emotional connections since he was young, he early began to bury his nose in books he found interesting. The genre didn't really matter to him as long as it had a happy ending.

Yoongi knew that sounded cheesy but he just didn't feel right when stories ended with heartbreak or other pain. He liked to feel that comfortable warmth of satisfaction when everything turned out to be okay.

It was so far from reality, maybe that was what kept him reading all day. He found the real world terrible, not knowing if there will be a happy end for anyone and not being able to skip through the bad parts if he'd like to.

Books never hurt your feelings or leave you behind.

Books were so much more comforting than dealing with his actual life and the people around him. It was definitely way more fun.

"I have to go now.", he told her and got up from the ground. Elly heard the rustling noises next to her and tried to see him through the mass of books next to her, but besides his black pants she didn't see much.

"Okay Yoongi. I hope we'll talk tomorrow?", she asked casually which made him froze in his movements. Why would she want to talk to him again? "Sure. I'll be here.", he answered though, a light smile gracing his face.

_____

A few weeks passed by and Elly couldn't imagine not being in the library every day anymore. She started talking to Yoongi in her free time on the same spot as the day before. And they talked about everything.

The topic didn't really matter, they always managed to find something to say. Either they discussed something and shared their opinions, which were very often the same, or they opened up about personal issues and feelings.

He opened up about his past and why he became so distant, the whole issue with his parents and how they never understood him the way he needed.

Yoongi never did that before. But it felt right to finally do and when he heard Elly saying that this wasn't his fault he knew that he needed to hear that at least once.

Elly talked about her past broken friendships and relationships who hurt her deeply and made her insecure. She told him that she often felt she wasn't enough and he reassured that this feeling wasn't valid.

To him she was enough.

He held her hand through the shelf when he heard her snuffling and brushed his thumb over her skin to calm her a little.

Sometimes they just enjoyed knowing the other one was right beside them when they had tough days or were feeling like a more silent day. They didn't need to talk.

Slowly they became really close although they still didn't know how the other one looked like. It didn't matter to them, they found it funny and special.

Even her grades got better because he always helped her when she needed someone to explain it again. He was calm, patient and didn't set her under any pressure. She felt comfortable telling him when she had a problem.

"Hey Yoongs, I'm back.", she greeted him and sat down on her favorite place in this university. Maybe even in general. "Hey Elly, I've missed you."

"I missed you too. How was your day?", she asked and placed her hand in the shelf which he immediately took into his. That was a new habit that neither of them knew how it began but they enjoyed it.

"It was fine. I took a look on the new curriculum for my semester and learned a few things in advance. Then I started a new book and read it until you came. What about you?"

"You're incredible. How do you teach yourself the whole fucking curriculum? I'll never understand. Can I have your brain please?", she grumbled but still with admiration for him. "You're incredibly intelligent Elly. Don't put yourself down so much." - "T-thank you."

He squeezed her hand and chuckled when he noticed that she was flustered. "It's the truth. I really think you are amazing in any way possible but you need to see it yourself."

"You're so kind. So supportive and caring. I think you are amazing too Yoongi.", she answered while smiling and stared out of the window.

"Would you mind coming over to the other side and sit next to me?", Yoongi asked and took her by surprise. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but that somehow made her nervous. "How come so suddenly?"

"I don't know... I just feel like it. You don't have to though."

"N-no I want to! Wait I'll come.", she quickly said and let go of him to stand up, which made her feel incomplete for a moment. With these words Yoongi felt nervous now too.

He would look the person who knows him best now, with his good sides but all his flaws too, in the eyes for the first time.

Elly was thinking about the same things too. It was somehow scary, but in a good way. She was curious how he looked like, but she was insecure about showing herself. Will he think I'm pretty? Why does that matter to me?

Slowly, but not too slowly for Yoongi to notice how unsure she was, she walked around the shelf that separated them for the past months now and immediately met two dark brown eyes looking at her.

She smiled shyly and sat down next to him.

Yoongi was too overwhelmed to really hide his staring. He admired every inch of her, trying to imprint the details of her face in his mind. She truly was beautiful to him.

He gently stroked a wisp of hair behind her ear and made her blush. Without him noticing she was admiring him too. His blonde hair she'd really like to touch, his brown eyes which sent out warmth and looked so vulnerable and his soft looking red lips.

"So... uhm what are you reading at the moment?", she tried to break the tension between the two, even though it felt good having his eyes on her. "Oh, I'm reading a novel about- wait do you really want to know?" - "You like the book don't you? So yes I do want to know."

His lips parted while he thought about where to start. He took the book in his hands and let his fingertips run over the cover. "Well, it's about a young detective who tries to solve a murder in the city he lives in, near his own home. He consults a lot of people and there is where he meets this woman for the first time."

Elly listened to him with honest interest and Yoongi didn't feel so good in years. He wasn't used to people caring about what he was reading, but she did. "He starts to develop feelings, but she's the prime suspect in his case. Although he really wants to believe her that she is innocent, everything speaks against her. So he's in a big discrepance."

While he continues talking about how they try to find the real murderer and that Yoongi still isn't sure if she is innocent but hopes for it because he wants a happy end, Elly noticed the sparkle in his eyes.

She could see how comfortable and happy he was feeling right now and she couldn't suppress a loving smile. "And then he- wait why are you smiling?", he interrupted himself and looked at her confused.

"You just look so happy. It makes me smile.", she blurred out and felt shy about it right away. "I uhm... yes I am. I enjoy spending time with you."

Elly didn't know how much time passed while she looked into his eyes, she could drown in them. Only his voice brought her back. "Would you like to spend time with me outside of this library?"

"Y-yes! Of course. I know a better library only 20 minutes away from here.", she teased him and he laughed. It took every nervousness away. "I'm serious Elly. I don't know much about these things, but I know that I want to spend more time with you. Would you like to go eat something after lecture today?"

He found her so cute with red cheeks, it suited her overall cuteness he thought. "Yes Yoongi, I'd love to."

Her words made him weak, he never experienced something like this before. Yoongi only read about it in books.

Was it really his turn this time? Is it possible that he could be as happy as the characters in his books? Was he really blessed to experience something like that too?

These thoughts didn't leave him when they both left the university for today. Yoongi suggested to go to one of her favorite restaurants if she has one, since he didn't really go out much.

Quickly they figured they didn't want to sit inside though, but just get something and go to a place Yoongi told her about a few times. It was a single bench in the middle of nowhere but with a beautiful view of the city.

"You said you like reading here if you're not in the library, right?", Elly asked when in between her bites. "Yes. It's so calming and silent here. It's my special place."

Elly put her box down and parted her lips, just like she wanted to say something, but remained silent. "What did you want to say?", Yoongi asked because of course he noticed. He looked only at her, even though his favorite view was right in front of him.

"It's nothing. I'm embarrassed to say it.", she admitted and buried her face in her hands. Yoongi was sure he never saw something so pure. "It's okay, you don't have to be ashamed of anything. Just tell me.", he said and came a little closer.

He took one of her hands and held her just as he did many times while they were hanging out in the library. Both thought they were fitting into each other perfectly. "I think you made the library to my own special place, Yoongi."

If she was a book, Yoongi would read her again and again. He thought she was so perfect, every little bit of her. She was that type of girl people were writing books about he enjoyed and he never thought they existed in reality.

But it seemed like he found her and therefore his own story.

"I'm glad I started talking to you out of the sudden and got to know you. You are the most beautiful coincidence of my life.", he confessed and stroked her cheek with this thumb.

She smiled at his words, her heart beating so fast when he leaned over with half closed eyes and his nose brushing against hers. "Can I kiss you now?", he whispered and she felt his breath on her skin.

An almost not audible "yes" left her mouth and he gently lay his lips on hers. He felt so soft against her, she could feel how careful and loving he was treating her.

After separating again he kissed her nose and made her chuckle before saying: "I really like you, Elly."

#bts #bts au #bts scenarios #bts drabble #bts oneshots #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #min yoongi #bookworm yoongi #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #BANGTANARMYNET

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just-my-sickly-pride · 5 years

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The Old College Try || Brian May x fem!Reader

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS A RE-UPLOAD OF A FIC THAT I POSTED LAST YEAR TO A DIFFERENT BLOG. I DID NOT STEAL THIS; IT’S MINE. The version on my other blog has since been made private. Minor changes have been made.

summary || of all the new experiences you thought you’d have in your time at college, falling into an extended friends-with-benefits situation was not one of them - but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. you and Brian had tried every kinky thing you could think of. except calling Brian ‘daddy’, of course, because, y’know, bleugh. you both thought the idea of that was gross. so gross. right? modern day au. college au.

rating || explicit. 18+ only. do not read if you are under eighteen. there’s a bit of what i’d like to call platonic fluff? but mostly smut. daddy kink, choking, some slight dom/sub dynamics, but not much.

word count || 6.9k. this was clearly written back when i actually used to write reasonably-sized fics.

author’s notes || i’m re-uploading this because i have a part two written and ready to be uploaded. i’m sorry the gif below is so big but it’s just too pretty!

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If someone had told you that, within the first few months of starting university, you’d have made a new friend who would quickly become more than a friend, you’d have said that that someone had no idea what they were talking about. You weren’t interested in dating, at least not at this point in your life. You just wanted to focus on university, at least for the first year.

If that someone had clarified what they’d meant by ‘more than a friend’, you would’ve been equally as confused.

Well, maybe not that confused. You’d been attracted to Brian the second you’d first clapped eyes on him, when he’d asked if the seat next to you was taken in your second lecture of the day. In fact, after that first hour, you’d thought you’d probably develop a crush on him — but, surprisingly, you didn’t, even after the two of you became friends. Great friends, actually. You shared similar interests, and you could talk for hours about absolutely anything. He was good fun to argue with over silly, trivial things, like where the best place to keep ketchup was, or whether it was acceptable to drink wine out of a cup. And he was always open for late-night conversations about life and the universe. And you loved making him cringe. Your favourite way to do it was to say that his love of animals revealed he was actually a furry. Or saying that he had a foot fetish. You found it hilarious how easy he was to wind up. He did not.

So yes, above all else, you were friends.

You’d just added a little something extra to the mix along the way.

You couldn’t remember how exactly the whole ‘with-benefits’ component to your friendship had started, but you could remember very clearly when: three months into uni, into being friends, and you’d both been at a mutual friend’s party. You’d both been drinking, and you’d been flirting, like you always seemed to be, and then, next thing you knew, you were making out. You’d spent the rest of the night making out, actually, and then Brian had come back to yours, where’d you’d made out even more, but with less clothing. You hadn’t slept together, but you’d fallen asleep in the same bed.

And the next day, things had seemed… completely normal. Nothing had seemed to change between you two at all. It wasn’t as if either of you pretended the night before hadn’t happened, but more that it just didn’t need to be something really that worthy of note. It had happened, it had been fun, and that was all there was to it.

The next time you two had gotten drunk — at your place, playing a dumb drinking game while watching Zootopia, of all things — the same thing had happened. Except, this time, you’d gone all the way. And it had been great. No awkwardness, no pressure to impress. The next day, again, the dynamic had remained the same.

So, after a brief conversation to clarify things, you’d settled on friends-with-benefits.

That had been two months ago. It wasn’t a secret, per se, but you weren’t exactly rushing to tell anyone. You actually had no idea how many people knew.

But what you did know was that, while neither of you had had a friends-with-benefits arrangement with anyone else before, you were both fucking good at it.

It hadn’t taken long at all for things to become more adventurous in the bedroom. Every time the two of you slept together — which, given that you were both young adults who had needs, was fairly often — you were experimenting, trying out new things, almost in competition to see who was the kinkiest.

Which was new, again, for both of you. You’d never thought of yourself as particularly kinky, and Brian had told you he’d never really considered anything more than just vanilla sex. But one day, during a lecture, you’d found yourself staring at his hands, and had wondered what they would feel like wrapped around your throat.

As it turned out, it felt incredible. And so had been just about everything that had followed after it.

You were staring at his hands now, as he fiddled with the lid of his water bottle. You were at lunch with your friends at uni, celebrating the end of a painful three-hour lecture, but you’d zoned out of the group conversation long ago.

Brian’s hand drifted down the side of the water bottle lightly, deliberately slowly, and you could tell without even looking at his face that he’d caught you staring. His fingers glided back up the water bottle, and curled around the top of it, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek.

Brian’s hand flexed around the water bottle, tightening, and you squeezed your thighs together. You shot a glance up to his face. He wasn’t looking at you, instead politely engaging in the conversation, but he had a small smile on his lips. He knew he was getting you hot under the collar with just the movements of his hands, and he was enjoying it immensely. You simultaneously hated that it was so easy for him to tease you, and loved that he enjoyed doing it.

You sighed, sitting back. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” you said, completely cutting off whoever was talking; you didn’t care.

You stood up, leaving your belongings there with your friends, and walked to the bathrooms. There were two sets of bathrooms: the food court ones that everyone used, and the much quieter ones that were in the building next door, down a corridor. There were no security cameras there, either. The bathrooms weren’t abandoned, exactly, but you could have about five to ten minutes of privacy if you were lucky.

You leant against the wall of the corridor, tugging on the sleeves of your shirt, rubbing your hands together, bubbling with nervous energy.

Brian rounded the corner an agonising two minutes later, and you said, “You’re a fucking menace,” before he grabbed your hips and pinned you against the wall, kissing you hungrily. You knew you had barely any time — not even a minute — before your friends started getting suspicious, so you made the most of it.

Well, the most of the twenty or so seconds you were given. Someone exited the bathroom, and you and Brian sprung apart from each other, and you looked down at your hands, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from laughing. The guy who’d left the bathroom mumbled, “Sorry,” and hurried past you.

You and Brian shared a glance, and then you started laughing. Brian covered his face with his hand, shaking his head. “I…” He sighed. “The number of times that we’ve gotten caught by strangers… And it never gets better. It’s always horribly awkward, every time.”

“Maybe we should just stop making out at uni then,” you said.

Brian lowered his hand, looking aghast. “That’s out of the question. What am I meant to do, wait till the end of the day?”

“Maybe we should,” you said with a shrug. “Maybe we should stop making out basically every day. It might make things more… rewarding. Or at least interesting.”

“I don’t think I could last an entire day,” Brian said. He rested his hand against your collarbones, applying just enough pressure to push you back into the wall, and his thumb moved to press against the front of your throat. Your lips parted instinctively. Brian’s eyes were on his hand — he’d told you that he liked how his hand looked against your skin — and your eyes were on his face. The concentration and heat in his gaze, coupled with the feeling of his hand, was enough to make you squirm with need.

But now was not the time, nor the place.

You sighed, letting your head fall back against the wall and your eyes slide closed. “Bri,” you said slowly, a warning.

“Mm?” Brian said, his warm voice low.

“We’re in public.” You opened your eyes, and lifted a hand, placing it on top of his, gently taking it away. “We have to go back.”

Brian was tense, his jaw clenched, and you smiled. “Come on,” you said. You spoke lightly, but you knew that Brian would obey you.

Brian breathed out sharply, and he turned away from you, rubbing his eyes with one hand. “Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad,” he growled. “Fuck.”

You felt that all through your body, but you just took his wrist and went to leave, dragging him after you. He stayed stuck to the floor, his eyes boring into yours, and you could see the gears turning in his brain, knew he was seriously considering grabbing you and taking you into one of the bathrooms.

You knew he wouldn’t. You both had limits, and actually fucking at uni was not on the table for either of you.

But still. The fact that Brian seemed damn near overwhelmed with desire — desire for you — made you feel like the most powerful motherfucker on the planet.

It also helped that you just tugged on his wrist again, just once, using barely any effort, and he became unstuck, following your direction without another word.

“Maybe later I can dig out the old furry suit,” you said as you headed back to the food court, making your voice as sensual as possible.

Brian snatched his wrist back as if in disgust, but you could tell he was trying not to laugh. “Jesus, you know how to kill the mood really fast.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, blinking at him innocently. “Don’t you want to see me in my suit? It’s a badger one. I got it made just for you. I thought you’d love it.”

Brian shook his head. “I hate you so much.”

“Maybe we can try something even better tonight,” you said, giving him a pouty, sexy look that you knew looked ridiculous. “Something new. What do you say, Daddy?”

Brian’s step faltered, and the wildly taken-aback look on his face made you laugh. You skipped ahead, sliding back into your chair, and Brian joined you soon after.

A week later, you and Brian were in your dorm, books and textbooks and pens and laptops strewn all over the living room floor as you tried to study. Brian was always much more studious than you were, so it helped to have him there to steer you back to your books when your focus strayed. Unfortunately, having him there served as the worst distraction you could’ve had.

After about fifteen minutes of you mildly irritating him, flicking his pen as he tried to write, poking him in his side where he was most ticklish, making stupid noises at him and demanding some kind of response, he’d sent you to the kitchen to make a snack and get you both something to drink.

You hummed to yourself as you waited for the popcorn to microwave, scrolling through Instagram on your phone. You came across a horrifically awful meme, and you laughed. “Hey, Bri,” you called. “Dude.”

“What?” Brian replied from the living room.

“Come look at this meme. It’s the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Just send it to me.”

“No, come look at it.”

You heard Brian sigh melodramatically, and soon he lumbered into the kitchen, stretching out the kinks in his muscles from sitting on the floor. “All right, show me.”

You showed him your phone, and he looked at it for a second, then his eyes flicked to you, accompanied with the most intense are you shitting me expression you’d ever seen on another human being. “That’s horrendous.”

You giggled. “I know.”

“I can’t believe I walked all the way in here for that.”

The microwave dinged, and you went to get the popcorn. You almost burnt your fingers, but you managed to get it out of the oven and peel it open.

“Ouch,” you said as you grabbed a few pieces and tossed them into your mouth. “Bri, open up.”

Brian opened his mouth, and you threw some popcorn at him, not aiming at all. It went all over him and the floor, and he sighed as you laughed. “God, you’re so fucking annoying,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking up.

You shimmied your shoulders. “I know,” you said happily, trotting past him. You paused in the kitchen doorway to shimmy again, this time adding your hips, wiggling your butt at him, and then continued to the living room with the popcorn, getting comfy on the floor.

“You can’t just shake your arse at me,” Brian protested, following you. “That’s not fair.”

“You called me annoying,” you said. “I can do what I want.”

Brian groaned. “You’re so…” Before you knew it, he’d fallen to his knees beside you, snatched the popcorn bag from your hands, and captured your lips with his.

You still got a thrill when you kissed him, even after two months. It felt naughty, in a way, like there was something taboo about it. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that everyone else you knew was getting into relationships, or wanting to get into relationships, and your arrangement with Brian was the antithesis of that. Maybe it was because you wasted so much time doing it, when you should’ve been studying, or working on an essay. Maybe it was because you’d never been so physically attracted to another human being before that there had to be something wrong with you, didn’t there?

Brian kissed you deep, kisses that were slow and controlled and drove you insane. You tried to go for his jeans, but he straddled you and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides. Every time you tried to take some of the power back, escalating things or speeding them up, Brian just didn’t rise to it, didn’t take the bait, and it was so frustrating you wanted to scream.

Brian pulled back just enough to end the kiss. You tried to continue, but he ducked his head, as if to kiss your neck, so you let your head fall back, but he just pressed a single, infuriatingly light kiss to your pulse point.

“Oh my God, I hate you,” you growled.

“Oh, I’m annoying you, am I?” Brian said, beyond smug, and you wanted to kick him in the ribs.

“You fucking… This is entirely different,” you said. “You—“

Brian licked a stripe up your neck, and you felt the air leave your lungs like it had been sucked out with a vacuum.

“You bitch,” you said, but it came out sounding breathless and needy.

Brian chuckled, and you felt him bite your neck, softly, teasing.

Your lust-addled brain was scrambling to find a way to get control of the situation, to not let Brian win, so you fell back on instinct: making Brian feel repulsed. “Are you imagining I’m a hedgehog? A sexy, spiky hedgehog?”

It worked a treat. Brian recoiled, letting your wrists go, his nose screwing up. “Why? Why do you do that?”

You leant into the bit, refusing to back down. “What about a fox?” you said, giving him a salacious smile, putting your hands on his chest. “Want me to put on National Geographic?”

“You disgust me,” Brian said, sounding more tired and exhausted than anything else, and it delighted you.

You leant forward, into him, smoothing your hands up his thighs, your lips hovering just over his. “What do you say, Daddy?”

Brian went very still. He swallowed.

You paused, confused by the lack of reaction, and pulled back. “What?”

Brian’s face was red. “That was… uh. Um.”

“Sorry,” you said. “Nickleback?”

It was your safeword. Nothing kills the mood like Nickleback, Brian had said when he’d suggested it.

“No,” Brian said stiffly. “Not Nickleback.”

Wait. “Did you… Do you like me calling you Daddy?”

Brian blinked, looking away, and he cleared his throat. “I— Well—“

You took a moment to consider this, and then, taking it slow, so Brian had time to refuse if he wanted to, you kissed his neck just the way he liked, and he let out a breathy moan, one of his hands coming to twist itself into your hair.

You slipped your hands under his shirt, your nails scratching up his back, and your kisses moved down his neck. You bit at the hollow of his throat, making him moan, and you murmured against his skin, “You gonna fuck me good, Daddy?”

Brian let out a shaky breath. “Jesus Christ.”

You broke out into a smile of victory — it was always a bonus to discover a new kink, whether it was yours or Brian’s — and Brian roughly pulled you away to tilt your head up towards him, and he kissed you so passionately it made your head spin.

As if you weren’t wet enough, he let go of your hair to wrap his hand around your throat, and your stomach leapt with anticipation. He began applying pressure, and it felt so fucking good that you stopped kissing him, just feeling the way your body reacted, the way your veins fizzled with adrenaline as your fight-or-flight instincts kicked in, the way your airway opened to try to suck in as much air as it could, even though Brian wasn’t even restricting your airflow.

When he let go, the effect on you was instantaneous. Nothing turned you on more than Brian choking you, and it never failed to send you in a kind of frenzy. You grabbed onto Brian, kissing him, biting him, shoving your hands up the back of his shirt and clawing your nails down his back, just as he liked it, and he responded in kind, gripping your hair.

Brian broke the kiss, your foreheads pressing together, your eyes still closed.

“How long do we have the place to ourselves?” Brian asked.

“What’s the time?” you replied, blinking your eyes open.

Brian’s grip tightened on your hair — he was irritated that he had to let go of you, and you loved it — and he leant back, craning his neck to look at the clock on the wall. “Five to five.”

“It’s a Tuesday, so that means Lucy finishes later,” you said. “We have until about… ten past six.”

“Good.” Brian swooped in to kiss you again, but only for a moment; he got to his feet, wincing as his knees cracked, making you laugh, and he took your hands and helped you to yours. You made your way to your bedroom, having to pause your journey every so often when either you or Brian got too handsy and you couldn’t resist making out again, but eventually you made it, and Brian wasted no time in throwing your shirt off.

“I have to admit, I’m surprised,” you said as you easily slipped Brian’s shirt off him - you had to go on your toes to get it over his head - and dropped it to the floor.

“What?” Brian said, his hands going to your belt. The conversation was put on hold as he ducked his head to kiss you, and you moaned into his mouth. You both managed to undo each other’s belts blindly, but you had to separate again when Brian struggled with the button on your jeans.

“I didn’t know you that was a — thing, for you,” you continued, watching Brian’s fucking gorgeous fingers finally undo the button and yank down your fly. “Y’know. Being called Daddy.”

“I…” It was Brian’s turn to watch you work on his button and fly. “Um, neither did I.”

“I thought you—“ You finished your task and began shoving your jeans down your legs, and Brian did the same. “I mean, the other day, last week, whatever, when I called you Daddy, you looked, like, not at all happy. You made a face.”

“That was not an unhappy face,” Brian said. “That was a— a ‘wow, I did not expect to like that’ face.”

You laughed. “But we always make fun of people who say ‘Daddy’ unironically. Everyone jokes about it all the time. Especially Roger,” you added, “but you do too.”

“Yeah, I know,” Brian said. “But the way you say it, I just…” He abandoned the thought to finish taking off his jeans.

You bit your lip, watching him, waiting until he looked at you. When he did, you gave him a slow smile, basking in how transfixed he was by you, and you murmured, “Daddy.”

Brian shuddered. “Yeah,” he said weakly. “Yeah, like that.” He hesitated. “Do you— It isn’t too weird for you, is it? You don’t have to—“

“Dude,” you said, stepping over to him. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t okay with it. Honestly, at this point, it would have to be something mind-blowingly weird for me to not be okay with it.” You cupped the front of his underwear and gave him a squeeze, and he clenched his jaw, his eyes dark on your face. “Whatever turns you on, baby,” you said with a wink.

Brian gripped your hips, tugging you against him. “You turn me on,” he said. “Jesus, I— I’ve never met anyone who turns me on as much as you do.”

“Really?” you said, your fingers and toes tingling with excitement.

Brian nodded emphatically. “God, yes,” he said. “It never even occurred to me before you that I could just always be mildly turned on all the time just by being around another person. Especially not someone I’m, y’know, not romantically interested in. But the number of times I’ve thought about you when I’m—“ He cut himself off, glancing away, rubbing his jaw. “Um. Yeah. You… Yeah.”

Your heart was galloping, and your thoughts were occupied only by the desire to get Brian naked. “What do you think about?” you whispered.

You slipped your hand into Brian’s boxers, and curled your hand around him, jerking him off, not enough to frazzle his brain too much, but enough to get him interested.

He still wouldn’t look at you, closing his eyes, making a sound in the back of his throat.

“I bet it’s hot,” you said. “You think about fucking me hard? Making me scream like you always do? You’re so good at it. You always fuck me so good.”

Brian’s breathing grew uneven, and his hand went back to your hip. He was holding onto you like it was the only thing keeping his knees from buckling.

You kept your touch light, not changing the pace.

“Do you think about choking me?” you said. “Think about how hot it makes me? Think about how perfect your hand looks around my throat? Maybe how pretty I look when you tie me up and I’m all spread out for you. Maybe how fucked-out I look when you fuck my mouth. I know how much you love it. Do you think about that?”

“Fuck,” Brian groaned.

“Do you think about my nails down your back? How pretty and red your skin looks all scratched up? Maybe all the times I’ve sucked you off when our friends are in the room next to us, and you have to put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.” You tightened your grip just slightly, and Brian hissed, trying to buck forward into your hand, but you slipped your hand from his boxers, leaving him bucking into thin air, and he moaned.

“Is that what you think about when you get yourself off?” you prompted.

Brian nodded wordlessly, and went to kiss you, but you moved out of his reach. “You gonna use your words?” you teased.

Brian moaned again. “God.” It almost came out in a whine of frustration, and you felt warmth run down your body all the way to your toes. “Yes,” Brian ground out, finally opening his eyes. He had such pretty eyes. Dark and bright. “Yes, fuck, I think about all of that. I think about you in every single— scenario you could imagine. Literally whatever you can think of, I’ve thought about it. Because you drive me mental. And none of it compares to the real thing, which I’m really fucking hoping we’ll get to within the hour, if you’ll stop fucking about.”

You grinned. “You’re so patient with me,” you said. “I’ve trained you well.”

“I’m getting increasingly less patient,” Brian muttered.

You took one of his hands, bringing it to your face, slowly. You let his fingers rest against your lips. “I’m sorry,” you said, though you weren’t sorry at all.

Brian’s eyes were focused on your mouth. Watching his face, loving how horny it made him, you opened your lips, sucking two of his fingers into your mouth.

He moaned, biting his bottom lip. “You look fucking incredible doing that,” he murmured as you swirled your tongue around each finger. His other hand moved to your back, his fingers ghosting up and down your lower spine.

You let his fingers slide out of your mouth to say, “I love doing it. I love your hands.” You ran your tongue up his fingers and drew them into your mouth again, feeling the texture of them.

Brian’s other hand came to rest on your collarbones, his thumb against your throat. A promise. You felt excitement fizzle through you. “Good girl,” he said softly.

You paused. You’d never heard that one before.

“Sorry,” Brian said immediately. “I don’t know why I said that. That was too much.”

You let the new words sink in. You liked it.

You pulled off his fingers again. “I don’t think it was, Daddy,” you said.

Brian’s mouth fell open. “Oh my God,” he breathed.

“Unless you think it was,” you added quickly.

Brian shook his head. “No,” he said. “It— it sort of… works, doesn’t it? With me calling you — when you’re calling me…”

“Call me that again,” you suggested. “We can always veto it at any point.”

“That’s true,” Brian said. “I’m— It feels a bit weird calling you that, like, right now, so I’m just going to— I’ll wait.”

You nodded. “Okay. But I liked it, I think.” Brian’s fingers still rested against your mouth, and it was nice, in a strange way, to have them there. “It was hot, y’know, in the moment.”

“Good,” Brian said. “Otherwise that could’ve been—“

“Awkward, yeah,” you said with a laugh. You kissed his fingertips. “So, you gonna choke me, or…?”

Brian snorted a laugh. “You’re not exactly delicate, are you?”

“Never have been,” you said happily. You took his wrists, guiding his hands away, and leant in to kiss him.

You ended up on the bed somehow, with Brian kissing you while he held your wrists down above your head. If you’d had more time, you would’ve used the scarves that you kept in your closet for just this purpose — you hated wearing them, so you were glad that they were useful for something — but time was ticking, and both of you were anxious to move things along.

Brian had to let go of your wrists to move further down your body, tearing off your bra and giving your boobs the love they deserved.

You made a soft sound of pleasure, scratching your nails up and down Brian’s back where you could reach, and along his shoulders, and Brian tensed at the sharp pain of it, but you knew it wasn’t too much. You’d only ever had to stop when you’d almost made him bleed, and even then it had been you who’d noticed it, not him.

Brian went to move further down your body, but you tugged him back up, shaking your head.

“No?” Brian said.

“Choke me,” you said.

Brian nodded eagerly. “Yeah, of course.”

“Choke me, Daddy,” you added with a laugh.

“That is funny,” Brian said, “but also, please say that in your sex voice.”

You quirked your eyebrows at him, and then grabbed his hand, pressing it against your throat. “Please choke me, Daddy.”

Brian sat up and leant over you, then applied pressure on your throat, and your eyes slid closed, your head tilting back. “Yeah,” you breathed. “Yeah, Daddy, just like that. Feels so good.”

“Fuck,” Brian muttered. His grip tightened, and you whined.

Your mind went quiet, focusing only on the feeling of Brian’s hand around your throat. You couldn’t have thought about anything else if you’d tried.

Brian released his grip, and you felt your heart jump.

Your eyes opened. Brian was watching you with an expression you knew well, his cock pressed against his stomach, leaking pre-come. He looked delicious.

His hand stayed where it was.

“More?” he said.

You nodded. “Please, Daddy.”

“God, that’s so fucking hot,” Brian said, and did as you asked.

He kept his grip tight on your throat for so long that your body’s instincts really kicked in, giving you a surge of adrenaline that, in any other situation, would have made you panic. But not right now. Right now, it did something very different.

“Good girl,” you heard Brian say, and you whimpered.

He let you go, and you gasped, almost trembling with need. “Fuck me,” you demanded. “Fuck me literally right now, dude, I’m not even joking.”

Brian chuckled. “Choking you always works. Every time.”

“Yeah, because it’s really hot,” you said bluntly. “I’m like a waterfall down there right now. Get your dick in me. God.”

Brian laughed, and you batted his hand away to sit up, grabbing onto him and kissing him. You fell back onto the bed, Brian coming with you.

He was laughing against your lips, but you didn’t care. You did care, however, when you felt his fingers nudging at your entrance, and you nodded. He pushed a finger into you, and you spread your legs, making a muffled sound of frustration.

Brian pulled back. “What?”

“Hurry up,” you said. “Get those fingers up in there.”

You didn’t exactly help speed things up; you kept distracting Brian, nipping at his lip and neck, raking your nails up his back, taking his cock in your hand and jerking him off.

By the time you assured him that you were ready, you were both sweaty, breathless messes, and Brian’s hands shook with adrenaline so badly that he dropped the condom as he was trying to open the packet.

You, again, weren’t helping.

“Come on,” you whined, kneeling behind him, pushing his hair aside to kiss his neck, your hand curling around his front and squeezing the base of his cock.

”I’m trying,” he said. “It’s a little difficult when you’re— Got it.” As he rolled the condom onto himself, you moved your lips to his ear, kissing the bone behind it.

“You gonna fuck me good, Daddy?” you murmured. “I’m so ready for you. So wet for you, Daddy. All for you.”

He shuddered, a full-body shiver that made you grin.

“Done,” he blurted, and turned around to shove you onto your back.

You laughed, bouncing as you hit the bed, and Brian pounced on you, kissing you deeply. He took a brief pause to lube himself up, and he pushed into you soon after; although the burn was familiar, you still took a few moments to adjust the further he sank into you.

You threw your legs around his hips, and he began thrusting into you, and you wondered how the hell you’d gone your whole life up until a few months ago without him fucking you.

Soon, he panted into your ear, “Can I choke you?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you said, and he paused, getting to the right position, making sure he could keep balanced, and then he was fucking you again. One hand came to press on your throat, and your eyes slid closed.

You’d come just from this before — Brian fucking you nice and deep while he cut off the blood supply to your brain. It didn’t happen all that often, and neither of you ever expected it to happen, but once or twice it had.

You could feel yourself teetering on the edge now, very nearly almost there, but you knew you’d need more.

Brian let your throat go, and you made a sound that was halfway between a moan and a gasp, and then his fingers were at your clit, and he said, “Good girl, Jesus Christ,” and no one was more shocked than you when you came unexpectedly.

Brian’s hips shunted forward at the feeling of you pulsing around him, and he moaned, and you were panting like you’d run a marathon, jerking from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

There was a moment of confused silence. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not.

“Did you just come?” Brian said, his voice pitched high in surprise.

You nodded. “Yeah,” you said breathlessly, pressing your palm to your forehead, staring at the ceiling. “Oh, God.”

“I thought I was going to finish soon,” Brian said with a laugh.

“That was… wow,” you said. “Okay. All right. I didn’t even realise I was that close.”

Brian hummed, and leant down to kiss the hollow of your throat. “It was sort of hot,” he said. “If I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?” you said.

“Mm.” Brian’s tongue brushed over where his lips had been, and your shoulders tensed, a light giggle slipping from you.

“Stop it, I’m ticklish there,” you said.

Brian kissed further up your neck. “Am I all right to keep going?” he said in between kisses. “You’re not too sensitive?”

“If you can make me come again before you’ve finished, I’ll buy you your groceries for the next two weeks,” you said.

Brian paused, then lifted his head. “My groceries, or my household’s groceries?”

You thought about it. “Just yours. I’m not made of money. And it would be a little suss if all of a sudden I was forking over, like, all of my savings to pay for a fortnight’s worth of food for four guys. You’d send me broke.”

“I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about it too much,” Brian said. “I was pretty close already.”

“Fine,” you said. “Two weeks’ worth of food. For the entire gang. If I come again before you do.”

Brian laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, all right. Already prepared to lose this one.” He kissed you, and you rolled your hips up to his, and he picked up where he left off.

You spent the next couple of minutes floating in that grey area of arousal, feeling turned on beyond belief, but knowing that you weren’t going to come. It didn’t matter, though, because you were more than happy where you were, and you also knew that you wouldn’t have to pay for a shit-ton of groceries.

Towards the end, though, you felt the beginnings of something within you, and, okay, maybe you did really want to come again.

You could tell Brian was close, and you urged him to go faster, harder. “You’re fucking me so good, Daddy, yes,” you panted.

Brian groaned. “I’m…”

You clenched around him, and his rhythm stuttered. “Come on, Bri,” you murmured. “You’re so close, I can feel it. Come on. Daddy. Daddy, please.”

Brian cried out as he came. You grinned, and let Brian take a moment before you rolled both of you over, so you were straddling him. His arms flopped out to the sides, and you laughed.

Your second orgasm was just out of reach, an itch you wanted to scratch, but it was easy enough to ignore, for now.

Brian ran his fingertips over your thighs, looking beautifully dishevelled. “How are you?” he said. “Do you need me to—“

“No,” you said. “No, I’m good.”

Brian squinted at you. “Are you lying?”

“No,” you said. “You don’t have to do anything. I’m fine.”

Brian sighed. “Right. All right.” He sat up and helped you dismount, then discarded his condom in the bin across the room. He climbed back on the bed and shoved your legs apart.

You gave him a quizzical look. “What are you doing?”

“Eating you out,” Brian said, like it was obvious.

“You don’t have to,” you said, unconvincingly.

“If you don’t want me to, I won’t,” Brian said.

“Well, do you want to?” you said.

“I always want to,” Brian said.

“You don’t even want to take a break first?”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” Brian said, getting comfortable and kissing the inside of your thigh. “I’m not done until you’re done.” He kissed your thigh again, much further up. “And are you done?”

You debated your response.

Brian’s kiss moved even further up. “You going to be a good girl for me?” he murmured, looking up at you with those dark eyes, and you felt your stomach jolt with arousal.

“Not done,” you blurted, shaking your head. “I’m not done.”

Brian huffed a laugh, and you let your head fall back.

This — Brian eating you out — was something, amongst other things, that the two of you had perfected down to a T. Usually it wasn’t something that happened straight after sex, but you’d done it before. And anyway, you were both very adaptable when it came to sex. Specifically, sex with each other.

Brian could just about slide three fingers into you without any further preamble, and his tongue really was something divine. You curled your hand into his hair, giving him murmurs of encouragement, you breath catching whenever he got just the right angle, just the right pressure.

It didn’t take long. You felt it building and building within you, and you breathed, “So close, yes, that’s it.” Brian knew exactly what to do, exactly how fast to go, and then your back was arching, and you came with a gasp and a cry.

Brian peppered kisses to your stomach, and you pushed at his shoulder. “I’m fucking ticklish, dude, stop it,” you said, squirming, and Brian crawled over you, landing heavily beside you on the bed.

“Done?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

You reached over and wiped off his face with your hand. “Yep,” you said. “Thanks, Daddy.”

You’d said it just to make him uncomfortable, and it worked a treat. Brian made a face. “Eugh. Not like that. Sounds weird if you say it like that.”

“Like what?” you said, feigning ignorance.

“Like I’m actually your dad and I’ve just, I don’t know, dropped you off at school.”

“What if I called you just ‘Dad’?”

“I would never speak to you again. And immediately get a restraining order.”

You laughed. “What about—“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Brian said. “Before I regret ever telling you anything in the first place.”

You shuffled onto your front, letting your arm fall across Brian’s waist. “Can we just skip the lecture tomorrow?” you grumbled. “Let’s just stay here and have sex.”

“That’s a very appealing suggestion,” Brian said, “but I don’t think our future selves would be all that pleased when we don’t know anything for the exam.”

“We never know anything for the exam,” you said. “Everyone always has to teach themselves everything anyway.”

“Well, be my guest, if you want to stay home,” Brian said. “But I’ll be going.”

“Maybe I’ll just sleep with someone who’s available, then,” you said.

“Feel free.”

“Maybe Rog.”

Brian made a face. “Gross.”

You grinned. “In your bed.”

“All right, no, I know for a fact that Rog would never have sex in my bed. That’s crossing a line.”

“Would you have sex in his bed?”

Brian thought it over. “Maybe. If it was you, then maybe.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh?”

“That wasn’t a challenge,” Brian said. “I don’t want to have sex in Roger’s bed. I’m just saying, if there were no other options—“

“We’re definitely going to have sex in Roger’s bed,” you said with a grin.

Brian groaned. “No.”

“Okay, I’ll just have sex with Roger, then.”

“No!” Brian groaned even more loudly. “Then he’ll never shut up about it.” He paused, and then said, “Actually, he makes a lot of Daddy jokes. I’m curious now - do you think you could do some recon and figure out if he’s into it, too? I bet he is, the hypocrite. If you could, it would bring me so much joy. I’d be eternally grateful.”

You laughed. “We’ll have to see about that one.” You sat up, and climbed off the bed. “I’m going to shower. You can join me if you like, but you don’t have to.”

“I’ll shower after,” Brian said. “We always end up wasting water when we shower together. Which completely defeats the purpose of showering together.”

You shrugged. “Up to you,” you said lightly, heading to the bedroom door.

You hadn’t even opened the door when Brian blurted, “Okay, fine, I’m coming.”

You shot him a smile over your shoulder. “I wasn’t even trying to change your mind.”

“I think you were,” Brian said, as the two of you headed to the bathroom.

“I don’t think I was.”

“Hm, I think you were.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re so annoying.”

Brian laughed. “Ah, how the tables have turned!”

“Shut up,” you said. You swatted his hip. “Get in the shower.”

After the shower, you both got dressed and went back to studying. The popcorn was cold, and your roommate Lucy complained about the mess on the kitchen floor when she got home.

Nothing had changed, and it was perfect.

#brian may x reader #queen fanfiction #smut #rpf #mine #try verse

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September’s Featured Game: Ghost Hospital

DEVELOPER(S): Lev, Kip, Rose, Tredlocity, C, Bittersweet ENGINE: RPGMaker MV GENRE: Adventure, RPG WARNINGS: Anxiety, Body horror, Implied child harm SUMMARY: Ghost Hospital is a game about anxiety, depression, despair, mental rock bottoms, and, of course, ghosts. You play as Robin, a twelve-year-old girl who has an anxiety disorder and is very much alive in this hospital meant for beings that are not alive. Frankly, her anxiety was already bad enough before she landed in a hospital full of dead people, the still-shambling shells of ancient ghosts who try to take her down for a sweet taste of life, and the hospital directors hellbent on keeping her contained, and more importantly, away from the reason she's REALLY there. Thankfully, you have your new friends Jay and Sarcastic Ghost- Jay is a ghost about your age, and still a very new arrival to the hospital, and Sarcastic Ghost…well, he's an amorphous blob of a ghost, who talks a lot despite not having a mouth.

Download the demo here!

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

Introduce yourself! Lev: Hey, my name is Lev! I'm an artist and storyteller, and though I've wanted to make games for a long time, this is my first serious attempt! Most of my work is about my experiences in mental illness. Kip: I'm a freelance artist being allowed to write cheap jokes in ghost form. Rose: I'm a freelance writer and editor for the game! I also work on dialogue and story drafting. Tredlocity: My name is Tredlocity! I do some character designs and writing in the game! C: c / ghoul is a character designer, comic artist and Halloween enthusiast. They're currently apart of several indie game teams and are writing the webcomic, This Dark Forest of Ours. Bittersweet: I'm Kendall (AKA Bittersweet), and I'm the resident music person (one of two, technically, but the other left the project unfortunately.) This is my first (and thus far only) major soundtrack composition project, but thus far, it's been a satisfying one!

What is your project about? What inspired you to create your game initially? *Lev: Ghost Hospital is a game about anxiety, and the game was born out of an idea to put someone in the shoes of someone with clinical anxiety and depression without going for the prototypical 'horror game' or 'walking simulator', giving more game-friendly, practical narrative and gameplay examples of how it effects people.

How long have you been working on your project? *Lev: The game started development in late 2016 as a thesis project for college. At its inital completion, it was more of a beta or proof of concept than a demo- in its current state, it's far closer to what we have envisioned for the final project.

Did any other games or media influence aspects of your project? *Lev: Absolutely! The biggest influences are OFF, Yume Nikki, and Sweet Home, and a lot of Gameboy Color graphics and aesthetics- namely, Pokemon GSC and the GBC Zelda Games.

Have you come across any challenges during development? How have you overcome or worked around them? *Lev: RPG Maker is a versatile engine, but still fairly restrictive, so getting all the effects I wanted to work was challenging. Mental illness and real life have been taking a toll on development time, too. Getting things to work took teaching myself some javascript, and after being in serious development for this long, I've found ways to motivate myself to keep working. Having other people checking in on you helps, too.

Have any aspects of your project changed over time? How does your current project differ from your initial concept? *Lev: In its very first inital pitch, it was much closer to Yume Nikki, being more atmospheric and serious. At some point in character and world development, though, I couldn't bear to make it a stoic adventure, and with most of the stuff I already take inspiration from, it's hard for me to not put jokes into the media I make, anyway.

What was your team like at the beginning? How did people join the team? If you don’t have a team, do you wish you had one or do you prefer working alone? *Lev: At the beginning, it was just me working on everything. The first people I brought on board were my concept artist, Kip, my writer, Rose, and my musician, Bittersweet. I can't do music on my own, and I knew from word go that I wanted this to be the kind of game with a strong story and a lot of unique NPCs.

What is the best part of developing the game? *Lev: Call me biased, but the most fun part is making the art for it. It's hard for me to motivate myself to keep working if I'm just using default placeholder sprites, I have to make new NPCs to keep myself interested. It's not the most convenient, but it's fun to do, and it actually really does help with my workflow.

Do you find yourself playing other RPG Maker games to see what you can do with the engine, or do you prefer to do your own thing? *Lev: Oh, absolutely. RPG Maker games have a bad reputation for being very cut-and-paste, and there's a lot of those out there. But it just takes a bit of effort to make yourself and your game stand out, and it can be done absolutely beautifully! The latest one I've played was Hylics, completely surreal and wonderful.

Which character in your game do you relate to the most and why? (Alternatively: Who is your favorite character and why?) *Lev: Robin is a sort of proxy character for myself, so...I'm a bit biased on her. I love Jay a lot, too, he's kinda the friend I wish I had in elementary school when all this first showed up, haha. *Tredlocity: As someone who faces anxiety on a daily basis, I relate to Robin a lot. Though I would say my favorite character is Jay, since he can shoot plasma and has blue hair. *C: I'm partial to Coop [upcoming character], not just bc I designed them but bc I love big sister types. *Rose: I also relate to robin and jay! i try to control my anxiety while remaining positive and hopeful about situations. *Bittersweet: As an anxiety-riddled person, I relate immensely to Robin. However, my favorite character by far has to be Carna. (There's another character I'm particularly looking forward to when the full version of the game is released, though~)

Looking back now, is there anything that regret/wish you had done differently? *Lev: Honestly, there's a few things I wanted the game to be able to do at the start that I wasn't able to make happen. I spent a LOT of time trying to get it to work without having to go in and code it myself, and I wish I'd been able to take a step back, remind myself that this is my first serious project, and just stop worrying so much about what, in the end, would've been a minor detail, anyway.

Once you finish your project, do you plan to explore the game’s universe and characters further in subsequent projects, or leave it as-is? *Lev: Chances are I'm gonna leave it alone, but if I go back, I HAVE had a bit of a 'Ghost College' AU where they're exploring a haunted old library on their college campus instead of being trapped in a ghost hospital. It'd probably be cool as a point-and-click adventure, but it wouldn't exactly be a canon exploration of the postgame.

What do you look most forward to upon/after release? *Lev: I'm actually working on a few other projects, so being able to work on those more freely would be great, especially considering I'm really bad at keeping my own limits in mind, haha.

Is there something you’re afraid of concerning the development or the release of your game? *Lev: Mostly, I'm afraid that making a game about a subject like this, as a minority and with other people in my team that would be considered minorities, that releasing this game to the mainstream public would get me a lot of negative attention from people who think that people like us don't belong in the gaming sphere. It's pretty nerve-wracking, but after the positive reception of games like Undertale and SLARPG, it's getting easier to convince myself that I should be more afraid of people just generally not liking the game, haha.

Do you have any advice for upcoming devs? *Lev: Have someone to work with! DEFINITELY have someone to work with. Even if it's just a friend to bounce ideas off of or someone to ask if you've been working on the game, having someone else involved helps a lot. And specifically for RPG Maker- if you can, replace your default font with a different one. It's a minor detail, but it goes a long way towards making your game feel more original. *C: Always have a backlog of different projects. I have about four or five ideas constantly on rotation so I don't burn myself out on just one. *Tredlocity: My advice for any creatives is to start small, and just get it out. Feedback is a great motivator, and the only way to get better at something is to keep doing it! *Rose: I think some good advice is to write a few drafts of whatever it is you're working on in order to see which version you'd like to continue! let your work have different scenarios and situations based on various elements you insert or take out of a story, game, or other piece. *Bittersweet: Don't pressure yourself to a dead-set deadline. I know, you want to get this project out eventually, and if you're on a roll with development then all the power to you, but if you're struggling, don't let it burn you out. That's just unhealthy.

Question from last month's featured dev @toxicshroomswamp: How do you feel about your main character(s)? What piece of life advice would you give them? *Lev: I love my main characters, I love them like my own children. I would probably tell Robin that she'll learn to handle everything, it won't be so scary forever. I'd tell Jay that stopping for a minute and thinking is way more important than it seems. I'd tell Sarcastic ghost to shut up.

We mods would like to thank Lev, Kip, Rose, Tredlocity, C, and Bittersweet for agreeing to our interview! We believe that featuring the developer and their creative process is just as important as featuring the final product. Hopefully this Q&A segment has been an entertaining and insightful experience for everyone involved!

Remember to check out Ghost Hospital if you haven’t already! See you next month!

- Mods Gold & Platinum

#rpgmaker #rpg maker #indie games #pixel games #ghost hospital #ghost hospital (game)#game of the month #gotm #game dev #game making #gotm september #september 2018 #2018

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h4rin · 6 years

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prompt: hi hi! i love love LOVE all of your writing SO much! specifically the soulmate!chan and changbin aus that you’ve done. i was just wondering if you’ve written any more of those for stray kids (since the latter isn’t linked in your masterlist so idrk if you have or haven’t)? also, would you ever consider doing a jiseong or seungmin one? thank you in advance and have a wonderful day/night! ☺️❤️

word count: 1,764!

a/n: so happy to have posted this!! i’ve been working on it for a while and i finally feel ok about it ^^ i hope you enjoy ~~ also, thank you for the prompt!! jisung might be next, unless i work on another request first, but enjoy!! (i’ll post your ask after jisung, ok? luv u!!)

so in this au

you’re in college

you’re an enviromental science major

and this is your first year!

you haven’t met your soulmate yet

which isn’t super uncommon, tbh

but it is slightly uncommon

just uncommon enough for you to be the odd one out in your group of friends

anyway

the marks change with the generations

so your parents couldn’t see color until they made eye contact

which was really cute

but you? your generation?

you’re incapable of causing physical harm to your soulmate

which is, to say the least

less cute

but it didn’t make it too terribly awful for you to meet your soulmate

if you couldn’t hurt them

they were the one

so you cruised along high school and through half of your first year of college

and by december, you were kinda done with living in l.a.

like, it’s a great city, and you were so thankful for the opportunity to study at the university that you were at

but nothing was happening

so you started looking into studying abroad

you were looking at thailand!

since they had a lot of english speakers, it really seemed to be your best bet

almost as soon as you applied, you were accepted

...and then you got sick the week before you were supposed to be going

which, of course, was the worst case scenario

so your friend was stuck taking care of you while you were moping about

because you couldn’t go and see the world when you had planned to

(and because you didn’t get your money back wtf college)

but then your friend got sick

like as soon as you got better

wtf

so y’all quarantined yourselves

in your dorm

(lucky you had a solo, right?)

but your friend was, sadly, a caffine addict

so one day, she sent you out to the closest coffee shop on campus, just to get a few coffee-y things

and, since you were a good friend

(and since you got her sick)

you begrudgingly went out and got her the coffee

and holy shit, it was busy

you were kinda shocked at first, but the main thing was, nobody was really ordering???

people were just kinda chilling around the shop, avoiding leaving??

as far as you were aware, there was nothing terrible going on around campus

and there was nothing to suggest that there was any type of deal or competition in the cafe itself

so you were vastly confused

until you saw him

holy shit

he looked like an angel??? and he smiled every time he took someone’s order, and wrote their name on the cup in such an amazing way --

okay, [y/n], b r e a t h e

you’re up

so you managed to get through your order, only stuttering once or twice

(you blamed it on being sick recently)

and then he looked up at you

with those glittering, amber brown eyes

and there were tears in yours oh my god

“[Y/N]?” he paused for a second. “oh, sorry, it’s just...i think you’re friends with my friend felix?”

and you and felix had had a few classes together before, and you had bonded over some dumb shit, so yeah, you would consider the two of you to be friends, so you nodded

“i think he talked about you before, and you seem cool. we should hang sometime!” you nodded because this aNGEL WAS STILL TALKING TO YOU

the next minute or so was honestly a blank, you were recovering from his existence near you

like,, how did felix not tell you his friend was the MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON TO EXIST

buuut you were less salty when you heard seungmin, as you learned his name was, called your name out for your order

and you were nervous, okay? this was your first time meeting him, this was your first impression, so this would make or break you

and you’re an idiot

and you ended up holding the cup too tight

causing the cup to burst

on your and seungmin’s hands

which?? was weird.

the cup in question had your name on it, and you could’ve sworn you asked for a hot drink??

but it wasn’t hot

it wasn’t cold, either

or warm or cool

it just felt...wet. not any temperature, really

well, maybe room temperature

it wasn’t even steaming on your skin

while you were focused on that, seungmin was apologizing profusely

“ohmygod, i’m so so so sorry,” he insisted, “i’ll get you a new one, i’m so tired and that’s no excuse i just --”

“it’s okay, seungmin,” you interrupted him

“it...it doesn’t hurt??” he questioned

“no?” you responded, not totally sure how to respond

“oh.”

he awkwardly handed you the other drink, and you stood around the counter for a moment while you waited for your drink to be remade

the cafe, oddly enough, was silent

uncomfortably silent

you could feel everyone’s eyes on you

seungmin handed you your drink again, this time more carefully

“again, i’m so sorry,” he repeated

“no, no, it’s okay,” you repeated

you walked out the door, your heart beating fast

like,, holy shit, you just saw an angel

your friend looked at you weirdly when you got back

like, you were covered in coffee, probably hot coffee, but you seemed okay

a little dazed, but okay

but she was sick as hell, so she just kinda mumbled “coffee” and sipped on it, eyes closed

the whole thing was sort of forgotten, especially after you showered quickly and changed

as if it never happened

by the next week, your friend was better, and you weren’t sick again, and you’d drank a lot of coffee

like, an intense amount

but you hadn’t gone back to that shop

for some reason, you felt weird about going back to the shop you’d seen seungmin at

you honestly hadn’t felt that way about someone in a long time, if ever

and you didn’t know how you felt about that

he was nice, yeah, and he put butterflies in your stomach

but you had a soulmate out there somewhere, you knew that

and you didn’t want to risk that

but, damn, seungmin knew how to make good coffee

something was drawing you to that coffee shop again, and you could only avoid it for so long

so, one day, your friend essentially dragged you to the little shop

...she didn’t know about the thing with seungmin, you figured it didn’t matter to tell her

your connection to him was through felix, so it wasn’t like the two would connect

...right??

sadly, you were wrong

as hell

“oh, hey, [y/f/n]!” seungmin exclaimed as soon as the two of you. “and [y/n]! it’s been a while, how are you two?”

you froze, while [y/f/n] sort of...paused for a second. “oh, seungmin? french last year, right?”

“yeah!” he responded. “prenez-vous toujours la classe?”

“non,” she replied with a sad smile on her face, “j'ai dû abandonner.”

you were immensely confused, but just kinda dealt with it. they spoke in french for another minute or so, and then when they stopped, your friend ordered for the two of you

luckily, not in french

he offered to bring it to you, the cafe being less busy than usual, and the two of you graciously accepted

it only took a few minutes, but, while you were sitting, you and your friend started discussing random things

specifically, the two of you decided to tell the stupidest story you could come up with

bonus points for it being unrealistic

so you started going bullshitting, making something up about a rat you’d seen that was thiiiiis big

(you stretched your arms out as far as you could to make your point)

...hitting seungmin in the chest, spilling your coffee, this time, on him

the heat very clearly rose from his chest, steaming a little bit in the cold air

but he didn’t seem phased beyond being wet now

“sorry about that!” he apologized

“no, no, it’s okay!” you insisted again

“i’ll go get you a new one.”

your friend kinda looked at you weirdly as he walked off, his head cocked slightly to the side.

“what?” you asked quietly

she raised her eyebrows. “didn’t he spill your coffee on you last time? and it didn’t hurt?”

“yeahh…” you responded, trailing off. “why?”

“and you spilled your coffee on him this time, and it didn’t hurt him.”

“yeah? so?”

“dude, what if he’s your soulmate?”

“there’s really no way to tell.”

she cocked her eyebrow again, sipping at her coffee. “yeah, there is, and you know what you have to do.”

begrudgingly, you followed seungmin to the back, where he was trying his best to get the coffee off of him, while simoutaneously making your new cup.

“do you need help…?” you asked quietly.

he shook a little bit, obviously surprised, but nodded a little bit.

“yeah, if you want. can you pull a cup out of there? and a few packs of creamer. maybe some sugar, too.”

you nodded, immediately doing what he asked. “so, i have a sort of weird question.”

“i’m sure i’ve heard weirder,” he promised. “what’s up?”

you thought for a second about how to ask him. finally, you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to switch schools. “[y/f/n] thinks we might be soulmates, and she told me to test it. did the coffee hurt you?”

“no, it was really more...annoying than anything. just kinda...wet. it didn’t hurt you the other week, either, did it?”

“no. how would we even test this? i-if you want to.”

“yeah, i’m down to.” he paused. “slap me,” he suddenly said.

“what?”

“if it hurts, we’ll know! c’mon!” he grabbed your hand. “please?”

you paused. “i...okay.” you tried to relax your shoulders, ready to grab ice when it inevitably didn’t work.

then you did it

you smacked him

not too hard, your handprint showed up for only a split second

but enough to cause pain to anyone else

but, aside from moving his head slightly from the pressure, he felt nothing

“holy shit,” he whispered, staring at you intently

your breathing was heavy before you wrapped him in a hug

whether you usually would or not, you did this time

that was one stressor out of your life

you knew your soulmate; the person you’d spend the rest of your life with

and you had honestly never been so happy to have been sick

or to need coffee

just

woah

#seungmin #seungmin soulmate au #soulmate!seungmin #stray kids soulmate au #soulmate stray kids #stray kids imagine #stray kids soulmate #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenario #stray kids au #mine #writing #haha i had to use my hotspot to post this fuk u mom

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