#it was sooooo hard to narrow it down even this far lol

[kirby-the-gorb]

MY favorite gorbs of all time (so far)

[261], [364], [764] [798], [953], [972] [1034], [1104], [1379] [1401], [1636], [1706] [1770], [1880], [1891] [1894], [1901], [1932]

(doesn't include anything from november or december because it's too fresh to properly look back upon)

[singeramg]

Finding Forever: Chapter 4

Pairing: Henry Cavill/ OFC

Rating: E OR M however you want to say it 

Warnings (: Dom! Henry, Sub OFC, Smut, Some Angst, Oral, female receiving, Unprotected sex, (Don’t be silly, wrap your willies people) 

A/n: Sooooo it wasn’t that slow of a burn. I think four chapters is good enough to start the smut lol

Catch up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 

In honor of Henry being a cheeky boy this morning, here is this gif and the story...

The ride back to the hotel was quiet as I regretted my hasty words. I knew I had effectively ensured Henry would dislike me if not right out hate me. Not to mention Mia would always feel some type of way about me if she and Henry decided to give it a go. I knew she wouldn’t outright cut me out for him because we had been through too much together for that to happen, but that didn’t mean I wanted my friend to look at me differently because of this. All because of my stupid inability to keep my mouth shut and my emotions down. 

I trudged up to my hotel room, flinging my shoes off and adding the chain to my room door. I headed to my bathroom, shuddering at the reflection in the mirror. Her ponytail was loose, her eyes red, eye shadow smudged and  looking downright tired. In short I looked a mess. 

I turned on my shower, grateful for the warmth of it falling on my skin. I stayed in far too long contemplating on how I would face the two of them tomorrow. I could fain a hangover but that wouldn’t save me from Mia and honestly she would figure it out that I was faking it. Frustrated, I cut off the shower and got out, pulling on a pair of grey spandex type shorts that had outgrown being appropriate to be worn in public and comfortable enough to sleep in, along with a thin black cami that had the words “killin’ it” written on the front in white. Pulling a black almost floor length on, I had made the decision to deal with everything  head-on tomorrow. As much as it would kill me, I was going to have to apologize to Henry. I told or at the very best implied something that he asked me about in confidence. I knew how that felt, as I had former friends other than Mia that I thought I could trust and they turned to use those secrets against me. I was a shitty person to do that to him. I cut on the TV in my bedroom for more background noise than anything and went out to the front of my suite to grab a bottle of water. 

I hadn’t bothered to cut on any lights as this was a quick trip over to the desk where I had been leaving my bottled drinks.

 “You know this hotel should really invest in better chains for their doors. I was able to slide that out of its place with a comb.”

 Is familiar accented voice said and I yelped, jumping a foot in the air, before trying to find a weapon in the darkness. The lamp near a red and gold accent chair cut on to reveal Henry sitting there looking as calm as ever, however I was the one freaking out. 

 “Holy shit Henry, you almost gave me a damn heart attack! What in the fuck? How did you get in here?”

 He gave a small smirk, holding up a rattail comb with the metal end. 

 “I told you with a comb. More specifically Mia brought me this comb and her copy of your room key, when I called to tell her I couldn’t reach you.”

 My eyes narrowed at the mention of Mia and while I winced on the inside, the outside showed no change. I crossed my arms across my chest, jutting a hip out.

 “You do realize there is thing called knocking. How it works is you tap from the outside, I hear it on the inside and decide if I want to let you in.”

He chuckled.

 “I knocked. You didn’t answer so I got to thinking maybe I could wait for you to come back to your room. I realized you were in the shower so I waited. I thought I was going to have to rescue you considering how long you were in there.”

 “It’s my room I can stay in the shower as long as I want. Now what I want is for you to leave.”

 I pointed a thumb toward the door. His response was to lean forward, elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands together in front of him. I noticed the worry lines across his forehead.

 “You make everything so hard.” 

 “The only thing hard about this is you still sitting here.”

 He stood abruptly crossing the room quickly with his long legs. He was in front of me before I could retreat away. 

 “No. What is hard is that you are so fucking hard headed. I came to talk to you, sort this whole thing out like rational adults.”

 “Look Henry. I apologize for outing you to Mia like I did. I know that was messed up...”

 “Stop. Where did you get this idea that I was interested in Mia?”

 I stepped backwards again trying to put more distance from being able to smell his cologne. He wouldn’t allow it as he stepped forward again.

“What are you talking about? Henry you literally asked me if she was single.”

He began to laugh, affronted,  I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“What is so funny?”

 “Aura darling, there has been a major misunderstanding. I am not interested in Mia, not now, not ever.”

 I somehow let a breath of relief that I didn’t know I was holding. Embarrassed, I didn't want to deal with this right now.

“Whaa... But... I can’t do this with you tonight. Get out.”

I shook my head and moving backwards. Henry looked at me, incredulous  then his eyes narrowed slightly and seemingly got darker. 

 “No I don’t think I will.”

 “It wasn’t a request Henry...”

 “Not a request... Do you want to know the true reason I asked that question about Mia?”

 He moved closer and this time I didn’t move. Something about his gaze kept me pinned in place. I didn’t say anything either which also wasn’t like me when I was pissed, as evidenced by my little club outburst earlier. I nodded my head, noticing that my throat was now dry.

Close enough to me now, Henry reaches up brushing some of the wayward hair away from my face pushing it back behind my ear. The action screamed gentle and soft, but his eyes said otherwise. 

“I prefer if you use your words when you address me.” He prompted. Intimated by the tone he spoke in coupled with his actions I looked at him and spoke.

 “Yes go ahead and tell me.” Fake bravado won out in the end.

 “I asked about Mia because Jay, who is one of cameramen for the movie really wants to get to know her. While Mia is certainly pretty, she is not who I am interested in.”

 “So you are interested in someone just not here. Oh my bad, hopefully I didn’t mess anything with whoever you actually like.” 

 I couldn’t tamper down on the attitude, trying to keep a wall up between us to help save face. I began to walk away, but Henry only let me get but so far, then he ended up catching me by the waist. His grip was sure, but not painful. 

 “I am interested in someone who is currently acting like a brat because she can’t take a hint. I tried the subtle thing with you Aura because I didn’t want to scare you off. You however are stubborn.”

 His right hand came up to my face, grasping my chin to make me stare him directly in the eyes. My hazel crossing with his blue and I couldn’t look away.

  “Let me be clear, the only one I have an interest in is you.”

 White noise rang out in my ears as I felt my breath hitch in my throat again. As the tension in the room was about to boil over.

“Me?”

 “Yes you Aura.” 

 Slowly I moved in and he moved in until our lips met, the kiss ignited a fire in me as I pressed myself flush against him and both of his hands drifted down the side of my body landing on my hips and making sure I could feel how he had hardened against my stomach. I slid my hands up his torso, linking around his neck. I was breathless by the time he pulled back, a smug look on his face, lips redder than normal from our kissing. 

 “I have been wanting to do that since I met you. It was not a disappointment.”

 “Is that all you have been wanting to do since you met me?”

 I questioned with a mischievous grin. I’m response he raised an eyebrow.

 “Oh no actually I have been thinking about just how good you are going to look after you’ve cum 5 times...”

 That was it. I felt a rush of wetness leave my body as I tried to clench my thighs together. Henry noticed and his gaze was intense as he didn’t break eye contact, which could be unnerving but it wasn’t as much as it should have been for me. I untied the black robe in the front and let it fall to the floor, well aware of my lack of bra and tight shorts that clung to me. 

 “You talk a good game, but can you back it up Cavill?”

 I turned and walked toward the bedroom. I didn’t even check to make sure he was following because I knew he would be. I walked in turning the dimmer on in the room so it was a soft glow, but not pitch black like hotel rooms could be. I guess my stop to mess with the dimmer was all the time Henry needed to catch up to me because he was in the door quicker than I had only taken 4 steps, grabbing my hips again, stopping my forward motion. 

 “It’s sir to you Aura and where do you think you are you going?” He questions.

 “Umm to the bed?”

 “Did I tell you to get in the bed yet?” He questioned his hands grazing under the edge of my shirt, drawing small circles with his fingers. His breath warm against my right ear. 

 “No but I’d imagine if we are going to do this, we need to be in the bed.”  I snarked to him. All that earned me was a sharp slap on my ass. I yelped in surprise as I heard Henry give a chuckle.

 “Ouch. That hurt.” 

 “ You’ve earned a lot more than that one, but if you’re a good girl for me. I’ll suspend your punishment.”

 I bit my bottom lip in anticipation.

 “What if want to be bad?”

He laughed again.

 “Trust me baby girl. You will want to be a good girl for me.” 

 With those words, I turned around to face him again, and instead of standing there so I could kiss him as planned he walked over to the bed. Sitting on the edge of it, he looked at me and beckoned me closer. I smirked.

 “You just want to be in control so bad don’t you.”

 “And you want to give it up so bad. I sensed it in you from the moment we met. So why don’t you let me Aura?” I find myself nodding.

 “Give me a safe word.”

 “Raggamuffin?”

 I say with a smirk. He returns it back then agrees. 

Henry reaches up, gasping my neck lightly again, then down into a kiss. His hands slid down until the reach the hem of my shirt, then breaking the kiss, pulling it over my head. Bare from the waist up, Henry makes my face feel warm, as my body is under his direct gaze. He strips my shorts and panties off in one smooth pull. He breathes in deeply, as I  try to anticipate what he will do next, my legs still trembling slightly as his hands run from the back of my knees to my ass. 

 “You smell absolutely delicious.”

 I began unbuttoning his shirt, wanting nothing more than to see it on the floor. He helped me get it off then began kissing my stomach, his lips drifting lower and lower around my bikini lines, but never where I wanted his lips to go.

 “Your legs are shaking darling. I think you should sit on the best seat in the house.” 

 He slaps my ass again, but this time not as hard. I moved backward, as Henry moves backward resting his head on the pillow, then beckoning me up there to him. I did as he asked, crawling up his body, feeling his jeans brush against my bare skin, then the thick, dark chest hair.The sensation dynamic played a role in the power imbalance, and I was loving it. I was headed for the button on his jeans, when he spoke.

 “The seat I want you on is up here.”

 I had to be dripping by now, he kisses me one more time and I pulled myself to hover above his full lips. His hands glide up my thighs, then  he kisses both of them stupidly close to my sex but doesn’t touch it. I could feel his breath against me and it frustrated me further, but his strength kept me held up. 

“Please Henry”

 I whispered. He squeezes my thighs just enough to sting and make me whimper. 

“ What did I tell you to call me?” 

 My fuzzy mind struggled to come up with the answer but I soon found it.

 “Sir please. Please touch me.”

 Finally his tongue sticks out and touches me. I lower slightly and he actually allowed me to move. I gripped the grey hotel headboard as best as I could. He started drawing what seemed to be random patterns. I wanted to grind down against his face and take my pleasure but he was having none of that. He stopped for a second.

 “Let’s play a game. Let’s see if you can guess the letters I am spelling out. You get them right, I’ll keep going. Get them wrong and I’ll stop.”

 I whimpered not wanting him to stop. He chuckled, the vibrations traveling directly into my core. Then he went back but this time it took every ounce of my collective concentration to even guess at the first letter.

 “Umm...shit.... it’s a H.”

 He didn’t respond but kept moving. When he swirled his tongue around my clit in an unrecognizable letter my mind went blank until he suddenly stopped. 

 “What is the letter baby?”

 “I..I  don’t know.”

 “ You ready for the game to be over already?” He asked me with a chuckle, which sent the vibration directly into my center. I bit my lips and then whispering quickly,

 “No please don’t stop.”

 He does the pattern again.

“W!”

 “Good girl”

 He moves on me getting the remaining letters of D, and C. His initials. He thought I wouldn’t notice but I did... somehow. He moved on with me guessing the spelling for Daddy and Sir correctly.

He finally took mercy and sucked the bud he had been torturing for the better part of 20 minutes. Crying and convulsing I came, head tossed backward. 

Sensitive, I tried to pull away, but actually wrapped his hands around the outside of my thighs, pulling me fully seated, forcing me to accept his tongue inside of my body until sensitivity became pleasure again.

 “Fuck Fuck Fuck!”

 He let go of one thigh to move his hand up where he rubbed my clit again combined with licking and sucking until I came again.

Coming down from the high, I gasped for my breath, finally being allowed to move off of his face, I dropped to the bed next to him, feeling my eyes begin to drop closed after a few moments but Henry was not with that. He climbs over me, pulling me into a kiss, waiting until I was engaged again before pulling off to get out of the bed. Just as I was about to ask him where he was going but he only took two steps back, sliding his jeans down, finally revealing himself to me. The pictures online of him in tailored trousers had done him no justice and that was saying something. 

 “See something you like?”

 “I’m waiting to find out if I like it or not.”

 I couldn’t turn the snark off if I wanted to. I think I was testing him on purpose. At the look he shot me I knew he was going to make me regret that.

 “Keep testing my patience and you won’t. Turn over.”

 I tried to comply but the second Henry thought I was too slow he moved me quicker, positioning me on my hands and knees. 

 “Do you remember what I told you at the beginning of this?” He asked caressing the soft flesh of my ass.

 “Umm...”

“About you being a good girl.”

 “You would suspend my punishment.” His fingers grazed the strip between my legs, lustful again already. 

 “Now do you think you’ve been good?” 

 I shook my head, my bold nature leaving just as quickly as it had come. Then I felt his large hand come down on my ass again. I yelped.

 “Henry!” He did it again.

 “You keep adding to your punishment and we haven’t even started it yet.”

 “What was that for?”

 “You keep breaking my rules.”

 “What rules?”

 I was confused slightly, he rubbed my ass.

 “You should be using your voice to answer my questions AND you address me as Sir.”

 “What if I don’t want to call you sir?”

 “You don’t have a choice. Either you do it or you safeword out and not to be a shitty person love but if you can’t handle calling me sir, you certainly can’t handle what else I have in mind. You may want to tap out now.”

 I turned around, looking over my shoulder.

 “You think I’m a quitter...sir.”

I raised my eyebrow as I looked at Henry whose arms were crossed over his chest. He looked at me for a moment, resolved he motioned with his finger for me to face the opposite wall again.

 “Alright little miss “I’m not a quitter”, just don’t forget your safeword. Now I’ll be nice tonight, you get 10 total. 5 for not coming to talk to me when you have a problem and 5 for being a brat. Count them. You mess up, I start over.”

 And with that he hand came down across one cheek, the force matched the others he had given me.

 “One.”

 *SLAP*

 “Two”

 *SMACK*

He moved to an opposite cheek for three and also increased the force a little, but this time he rubbed the spot, kneading the flesh of my cheeks.

 “Four, Five”

They were in quick succession and harder. I thought this would be a turn off but he was proving me wrong. 

 “Six!”

 I yelped, the sting leading to wetness gathering between my legs even more. 

 “Seven!” 

 Henry noticed when my arousal starts to run on my legs, and I thought I heard him groan before sliding his fingers through it. I can feel myself struggling to stay in the position he put me in. 

 “Eight!” I cry, the pain having gave way to pleasure somewhere around smack 6.

 “N...nine.” 

*Smack*

 “Ten!!!”

I say as he gives me the hardest spank of the night followed by an immediate plunging of a finger into my core. 

 “You are so wet baby. I think you might have enjoyed your punishment too much.”

 His fingers moved in and out of me for a moment, but pulling away, leaving me whimpering. Henry immediately moves me onto my back, and yanks me to the edge of the bed, pulling my legs apart like a pair of pliers, they fan to either side of his hips. 

 “You took your punishment so well. I think it time for a reward.”

 He rubs his hardened cock in my folds collecting some of the wetness that gathered there, then slid into me. Henry was surprisingly gentle in this, taking his time, letting me adjust. His own eyes closed. From the angle we were in with him still standing I couldn’t reach him to touch him. 

“Damn Aura. You are tight been waiting for me all this time have you.”

 “Mmm...yes” I moan out, distracted the pulsating of his cock inside of me. He was thick and long, I could feel myself flutter around him. He held still for a moment and I got impatient, moving myself against him slightly as a signal to move.Henry seemed to have gotten the hint, because he began to rock, moving himself in and out slowly. Torturing me with his deliberate strokes. I tightened my legs around his hips, trying to move into him. He took this as a challenge or at the very least motivation, tilting his chest down to mine, changing his angle just enough that he deepened, hitting a new spot that had not been reached before. 

Henry leans down, strong arms on either side of my face pressing his lips to my body, peppering small kisses across my chest and neck, my nails to his back. 

“Fuck, harder.”

 “Oh darling where are your manners?”

 He said teasingly,slowing down, drawing back until he was almost all the way out, leaving only the tip in then froze. I wiggled my hips, but Henry just moved one of his hands to my hips, stopping the movement. Frustrated, I groaned, looking down at where we were connected, but no movement. 

 “Please sir, please fuck me harder.”

 Not much warning before he slammed back in, taking my breath away when he did. A polar opposite to how this began, his strokes deep enough that I could feel them in my stomach. Me making whimpering sounds, my breasts moving with the force of him, and honestly it had moved me up the bed some from where I had been on the edge. I truly couldn’t tell if I was running from him or not, but it all for damn anyway because  It seemed the word sir activated the primal part of him, as he leaned back, sliding out, and having made just enough room for his knees to be on the bed, grabbed the back of my knees, folded me up like a pretzel and went back inside. 

I knew I had to be yelling, but I couldn’t tell you what I was saying, it was all hazy jibberish to me, all I could really feel was the pleasure rising inside of me, my walls clenching around him, building. He was giving me those deep strokes, you know the ones that made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your stomach tighten, and you feel the full weight of your partner body pressed against yours, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit sinfully. I was damn close and I could feel it, Henry had been making noises of his own, manly grunts and hisses that added to my pleasure, knowing he was being satisfied by my body. 

At the feeling of my clenching, Henry, already close to my ear says

 “You hold it, you don’t get to cum until I tell you to.” 

 As one of his hands moves up the side of my body, until it latches onto my neck, tightening, adding just enough pressure that my orgasm doesn’t come, but instead keeps building and building as his hand tightens some more to the point of black spots invading my vision. I could tell he was close and I was about to cum regardless of any commands. 

 “Cum for me baby. Cum all over my hard cock.”

 He said, his words snapping and invisible tether inside of me that caused a shout and a physical body shaking as I came all over us my wetness covering his thighs. My orgasm lasting longer than it ever had, especially as Henry let’s go of my neck and his thrusts become faltered, his hips stutter and freeze as I feel him coat my insides with his seed. 

 “Aura!”

 Both of us breathe heavy as he stays inside of me for a moment, the with a groan, he slowly rolls out of me. Then after a beat of silence he gets up from the bed, my body too exhausted to move much. Henry comes back in a few moments with a small washcloth and  bottles of water. To which he hands me the water but not the towel, instead using it to wipe my center clean of his essence, tossing it aside and then demolished his water bottle. 

 “Thank You for taking care of me...sir.”

 I said attempting not to stumble of calling him sir when he wasn’t blowing my back out. Then  somehow I found the energy to move, moving from my position from laying sideways to lay the correct direction on the bed and get under the covers, sliding over once under to make room for Henry. He follows suit, getting into bed next to me, and in a surprising move pulls me into his arms. 

I hadn’t pegged him for an after-sex cuddl-er especially after the type of sex we just had where he seemed to be all hard edges and tough words. I half expected him to redress and leave, so when he didn’t I kept my surprise quiet and relaxed at his side, tossing a leg over his and my arm over his abs, head on chest, with his arm drawing random swirl patterns on my skin. Yawning, as my adrenaline came down, I snuggled into his warmth, content to lay with him for however long he would lay here. We didn’t talk, we didn’t need to, my breathing begins to even out as I fall asleep 

 “You know Aura, I could take care of you forever if you let me...”

 Henry says trailing off, I was too close to sleep to respond, letting his words send me into the land of satisfied and content sleep....

A/N:

Alright y'all tell me what you think! I had loads of fun writing this, maybe i’ll do some Headcannons....

[kunderdogs]

VAV / Calling Them Daddy In Front Of The Members

So I might have had a little too much fun with this...It’s long lol to all my hispanics/latinas, don’t hate me for Ayno’s...oh god I feel like i need to go to church after this one. I’m not even gonna front, this was probably the most I’ve laughed doing a reaction.

I’m not a big fan of the daddy kink. I’m more a “papi”, “sir” but I can really see the appeal in it. Lord please forgive me for I have sinned...

St. Van: 

Geumhyuk is the perfect example of daddy, idc idc idc. But you hadn’t noticed the boys in the house when you bust in the front door, wine drunk after your friends had a girls night. You had been missing your incredibly handsome boyfriend and, instead of crashing at your friends house, you called a taxi to take your drunk ass home. On the way back home, you forgot the members were over to watch that new superhero movie.

“Daddy~! Daddy, where are you~!” You called, voice loud in the hallway and almost purring. “Your baby girl is home for some good dic- JESUS FUCK!”

There were seven wide eyes staring at you. In the darkness of the living room, you noticed that the members were either huddled under blankets or on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn on the ground. Ayno smirked and smacked his leader playfully.

“Ooooh, what is this?!” He teased, before the others quickly recovered and focused on a red-faced Geumhyuk, who looked absolutely mortified.

He would be so shook that you would say that in front of the members even if you didn’t remember they were around. Is sooooo embarrassed for them having found out one of his kinks. He doesn’t blame you though, it’s not your fault you’re drunk and horny. He takes the teasing very well because as soon as the boys had their fun, he gives you a dark look and in that authrotive deep voice he knows has you weak in the knees, he says, 

“Get in the room. I’ll deal with you in a second.” DADDY MODE ACTIVATED.

Ohhhh yeah, he’s going to punish you even if he’s not mad at all. If anything, he’s a bit smug about it but will hide that well just so he can justify spanking you. Is it really a punishment if you like though...

Baron:

It slips one night at dinner when the members were talking about kinks and the nastiest shit they’ve ever done. Chunghyeop was naturally shy, the opposite of you - who had no problem talking about the details of your sex life with your girlfriends. You kept your mouth shut to save him the embarrassment though as you figured he wouldn’t want his closest friends to know what y’all did in the bedroom. During that conversation, Jacob teases you two that you seem like the most vanilla couple ever but you just roll your eyes, one foot rubbing the side of Chunghyeop’s leg under the table.

An hour later, when the rest of the boys were distracted with cleaning or playing video games in the living room, you leaned over Baron’s shoulder as he sat on the couch to whisper, “Come to bed, daddy. It’s cold without you...”

There was a choking sound near the side of you and you saw Lou pounding his chest, water cup in hand as Ziu smirked at you before looking to his older member. “You guys are into that freaky shit?”

“What freaky shit?” Jacob was immediately interested and you two didn’t get to stop Heejun from spilling what you just said. 

Soon enough, they were whooping and hollering you two like a bunch of teenagers (save for Lou who was still semi-choking off to the side).

At first, Chunghyeop is so embarrassed. He’ll bite his lip, hide his blushing face in his hands or into your body so you’d shield him from all the teasing they were throwing at him. Feeling your reassuring hands rubbing his back to comfort him would make him realize that you two were both adults and having kinks were normal and healthy.

He would glare weakly at the giggling members and say something along the lines of, “At least I’m getting some. Don’t kink shame me.”

He was too cute to be taken seriously but they wouldn’t push him too far. For the next month, he would definitely have to endure them giving him kissy faces and calling him daddy.

Ace:

When he unlocked the door to your apartment, flicking the lights on to see the romantic set up of candles and rose petals scattered along the living room floor with a single chair in the very middle, he knew he should’ve called instead of texted you. The six boys behind him piled in then stopped immediately as they noticed the atmosphere. St. Van was saying something about how they should leave just as the sharp sound of stilettos echoed when you rounded the corner. “I’ve been waiting for you, Daddy. It’s been such a long t-”

Wooyoung bit his lip, eyes narrowing on you instantly. Yep, he really should’ve called you so that you would’ve gotten the memo that he was bringing the guys over to drink in celebration for their successful tour.

You were dressed very scantily in a crimson babydoll lingerie set, a matching silk robe slipping down your shoulders. Upon noticing more than one person at the door, you screamed a very loud “WHAT THE FUCK”, quickly scrambling to cover yourself with the robe before rushing back into the bedroom as fast as you could in those damn stripper heels. With the loud slam of the door behind you, you knew the damage was already done. 

There was such a tense silence that followed that Wooyoung did not know how to break it. All of them were wide-eyed at the place you had been standing previously.

It felt like an eternity passed before someone cleared their throat and Ace heard Baron say, “So...daddy, hm?”

It took about two seconds for him to push them all out of the apartment, and lock it loud enough to cause chuckles to be heard through the door.

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, Wooyoung quickly stripped of his shoes and the hoodie he had was discarded on the back of the couch before he stalked into the room you were in. Out of all the members, Wooyoung wouldn’t care if you said it in front of them on accident. A slip of the tongue is just that. However, he is very possessive and does not like sharing, even going so far as trying to monopolize your attention when you were with the group. So this incident would test him in ways he was not ready to be tested. You were punished for “ignoring” his texts but rewarded for planning such a sweet surprise for him.

Either way, the boys couldn’t look you in the eye for weeks after that but Wooyoung was ten times more cocky whenever you were around them all. His kink was exposed to the members but hey...he was the only one you called daddy so he didn’t mind them knowing that little bit of information.

Ayno:

Just before VAV went on tour, you had mentioned to Ayno that you wanted to try the daddy kink after hearing one of your friends say it was a huge turn on. He had blushed and stuttered so hard you felt bad for bringing it up. He reassured you that he would try it out but when you saw his cherry-red face, you dropped it all together. It wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t enjoy it as well.

Weeks went by and honestly, being as busy as he was, Yoonho totally forgot about it. That was, until they were on tour and you called him while all the guys were huddled in St. Van’s and Baron’s hotel room, all hovered over the large spread of food on the floor.

Unfortunately, you had chose the worst of times to call him that little nickname.

It was a long day for you, full of bullshit at your job only to come home to a cold home. You tried to distract yourself with a movie, only to find out there was an erotic sex scene in it. It was suddenly too damn hot and you had to get some kind of relief. However, after forty minutes of working yourself, nothing was working!! You reached for your phone - usually just hearing Yoonho’s deep voice was enough to send you in a frenzy so you hoped this would be enough. If you had known he was around all the guys there was no way in hell you would’ve called.

Casual conversation was going around the circle as they discussed their upcoming concert the next night when Ayno saw your smiling face light up his lockscreen. Not thinking anything of it, he answered the call, putting it on speaker so he could hear you over the music coming from Ace’s bluetooth.

“Hey baby, I-”

A moan cut him off, completely taken him for a fucking loop. “Daddy, I need you right now. I can’t - Fuck, I wish you were here and I wish these were your fingers on me instead of my own-”

He dropped the phone in his utter panic, fumbling for the damn thing while you continued your dirty spiel, unknowing of the bug-eyed members of his group that were gawking at their blonde rapper. It was so silent on their end that they could hear everything.

“Shit, daddy, I miss you,” you whined and he finally grabbed the phone only to scream internally when he realized it was locked. “Daddy, I’m so close- ah, I’m almost there - Yoonho oh god-!”

Finally, fina-fucking-lly, he managed to unlock the phone and promptly hang up on you. There was absolutely nothing he else he could’ve done in that moment. Not with how there were six pair of eyes burning holes in his head. The phone was now in front of him on the floor, his hands tightly wound together as they pressed against his lips and your picture flashed on the screen again.

He didn’t dare fucking answer it. Nope. He swallowed the saliva in his throat and felt like the room was way too small in that moment. Had his pants shrunk? He had to leave before they said something about this.

Too late. Ace, his water bottle frozen in mid air, recovered first and gave him a sly-smile. “Does our Ayno have a daddy kink?”

Pink-faced and panic rising, Yoonho nearly threw his hands up in defense. “Wha- No, no, not me! I’m not the one, I swear! It’s her! She had - she -” 

Seeing the shit-eating grins on their faces only grow, he did the only thing he thought of at the moment. He grabbed his phone and bolted back to his room to hide out. They did not let this go, oh no. The remainder of the tour, they spent almost all their down time to tease him and reveled in how red they could make their usually confident rapper. When he got home, he was still sulky about the whole thing, even if you apologized and promised not to call him that again. Yeah the members ruined it for him. But when you called him papi one day, he realized that’s the most arousing thing you ever called him.

Jacob: 

Anyone could’ve guessed that Jacob had a slight daddy kink. It was so subtle though. You two had been good to not share too much of your sex life - it was private after all but it just slipped out one night when you were staying over the dorm. Usually you’d say without thinking and this time was no different. It was a pet name to you, even if it made his blood boil in lust. You thought his kink was kind of cute, and also you liked how his tongue rolled when he called you babygirl.

So when you stood up from the couch as he and the rest of the maknae line played FIFA with a weird intensity, your tired brain didn’t think to censor yourself when you said, “Daddy, I’m tired. I’m going to head to bed.” 

With a kiss to his temple and one last squeeze to his muscled arm, you bid the others goodnight, oblivious to the looks thrown at your back.

The door closed behind you and chaos erupted in the living room as the others had too many questions for Jacob. He sat, rubbing the back of his neck while his teeth chewed his bottom lip. He would rather them not know about his kinks, but he knew you didn’t do it on purpose. You had been hella tired all day and it was a natural thing for you to say. He wasn’t upset with you, but it did arouse him just a bit to hear you say it in front of the others like that. Either way, he wouldn't really mind/didn't honestly care since it was an accident. He would let it go this time but if it happened again, you were in for punishment - and it would not be pleasant.

Later that night, when they were done poking fun at him and he was done entertaining their shit, he would wake you up with soft kisses, the exact opposite of his bruising grip parting your thighs. “Wake up, baby girl...Daddy needs some attention. Can you be a good girl for me?”

Lou:

Hosung’s voice was your favorite thing in the world. Being honest, it was the thing that attracted you to him in the first place. The way his voice could go deeper than it was normally, and made your insides turn to molten lava, heating the blood in your body made you crazy.

He didn’t even need to touch you to get you wet and it was soooo frustrating. Especially when he figured out his voice was your one true kryptonite. He used it to every advantage he could. In public when he knew there was no way you could avoid him leaning over to whisper dirty things in your ear, when you were driving, when you were miles away from him at work and just about every time he wanted you sexually frustrated.

Fed up with being teased so mercilessly, you did some experimenting to find out some dirt on him. It took a few history searches for you to find something. One day, when the members were finishing up practice for the night, you showed up to accompany Lou home.

He smiled and went over to greet you when you tippy-toed and kissed him sweetly. He pulled back after a minute, hands on your hips and a cocky smile.

“Can’t resist me for a minute, can you?” He teased, that damn voice of his thick like honey.

“I can never resist you, daddy,” you smiled innocently, tugging on his belt loops so you could feel his front on you once again. This was your first time calling him that title and you hoped your snooping was worth it.

His reaction was instant and just what you wanted - his dark pupils blown wide, narrowing on you like you were his prey and his fingers tightened their grip on your waist, yanking you into the hard surface of his chest. You two were too wrapped up in each other that you hadn’t notice the others make their way closer when you said with confidence, “Come home with me, daddy.”

The loud gagging caught your attention and you hid your face in Lou’s chest when you realized all six of them had bare witness to your dirty talk. Hosung smoothed down your hair before shrugging away their howling and banter, “What can I say? I’m daddy material.”

“Oh god, stop talking and take your nasty asses home.”

Ziu:

When you met Heejun, nothing in your mind told you that he would be into being called daddy. It did make sense when you thought about it though. He was the maknae, although he damn sure didn’t look it, and had no position of power or dominance in the group dynamic. It’s only logical that he’d want some kind of dominate role in the bedroom and you didn’t have a problem with calling him that. Not when he would push into the wall and devour you like a starved man whenever the nickname slipped by your lips.

So, after a particularly difficult day at work and not having any kind of sexual release in two months since your schedules were so busy, you were beyond needy. Rough sex against the wall sounded heavenly right now so when you strolled into your apartment, tossing your heels and purse, you didn’t take notice of two pair of shoes that were not your boyfriend’s.

“Daddy!” You whined loudly when you didn’t see him in the living room. Removing your sheer stockings, you let your back fall on the couch before kicking them off you with a huff. “Daddy, please, come here and fuck me! I need you, today was terrible. I need your mouth on me, ugh-”

Your lips clamped shut when you lifted your head up as you heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. However, Ziu was in the back behind St. Van and Baron, who had blushes on their faces before grabbing their things and nearly tripping over themselves as they bolted out of the house.

You didn’t get to feel mortified for your words because the heated glare on your figure directed to you made your eyes turn to Heejun. His jaw was clenched just how you like it, arms crossed over his solid chest and head cocked to the side.

“You’re naughty as soon as you get in the door, huh? Get your ass on the ground, on your knees. You need to learn some manners.” He growled, fingers making quick work of his belt and jeans.

Honestly, you had no qualms about this punishment. He knew just what you needed to relieve the stress of the day but afterwards, one glance at his phone had him groaning and smashing his face in a pillow. Not after quickly typing out a text. 

Asking him what was it, he just grunted and handed you the device. The messages were of the members group chat and they were blowing it up.

Is it true Heejun? Tell me this is a lie. It will ruin the pure image I have of Y/N - Lou

I heard it with my own ears even though I wish I didn’t - Baron

HEEEEJUNNNNN-IE YOU ARE A CHILDDDD STOP BEING SO KINKY - Ayno

My man! I’ve taught you well - Jacob

YA HORNY KIDS JFC LOL - Ayno

Dear God I need to wash my ears with soap - St. Van

I can’t believe it, our precious maknae is a man now! - Ace

We should celebrate - Jacob

Wtf is wrong with you lol - Lou

This is a historic day! Heejun-ie is probably laying the wood right now - Jacob

STOP OH GOD T-T - St. Van

The imagery in my head rn...smh - Baron

STOP THINKING ABOUT ME HAVING SEX - Me

Hmmm, you responded thirty minutes late - Ace

YeeeeAAAAaaaahhhhhHHHH what were you doing HUH YOUNG MAN? - Ayno

There’s no way Ziu is ever going to forget this. Not just cause the sex was fantastic either but because the members will not stop talking about how he was now a “man”. They clowned both of you though so he didn’t feel too bad since you were in this shit show with him.

[queenofcats17]

I saw your Hell Studio drabbles on AO3 and the Teeny Sammy one was funny. If it's okay, would you be able to please write a prompt where Bendy does a lot of short jokes to Sammy and eventually Henry or Joey has to step in and does "the dad stare". You know that look parents give their kids when they're in trouble lol

Oooh~ This is great

Here’s the original Teeny Sammy story

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Although Sammy had eventually been returned to normal from his miniature state, the time he spent at six inches tall had been unbearable.

Especially since Bendy had taken it upon himself to make all the short jokes he possibly could.

You really couldn’t blame him. He was used to being the shortest person in the studio given that he was ordinarily 3 feet tall. This was the first time he was actually taller than someone else and he was absolutely going to take full advantage of it.

“Sooooo~ How’s the weather down there, Sammy boy?” Bendy asked with a huge grin. Sammy stiffened, almost dropping the pen he was attempting to use. The pen was as tall as he was and he was having a hard time maneuvering it well enough to actually write.

He was in Bendy’s office with Bendy and Henry since Susie was taking care of some things.

“I don’t know, boss,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you come down here and find out?”

“I dunno, you’re an awfully long way down.” Bendy’s grin widened.

Sammy glared at him, wondering how hard it would be to jam this pen into Bendy’s eye. He turned back to his writing attempt with a grumbling sigh. he could stab Bendy later.

“At least your height matches your temper now,” Bendy stifled a snicker. “Short.”

Sammy gritted his teeth at that because the joke was actually pretty good. It also didn’t provoke as much of a reaction since he’d heard it before. His short temper was a common joke around the studio.

“Don’t make fun of him too much, Ben,” Henry said, not looking up from his work. “He’s not afraid to stab you.”

“I won’t!” Bendy said, but he was still grinning.

There was a blissful moment of silence and then Bendy started right up again with his jokes.

“Y’know, I heard the reason short people tend to get angry easily is ‘cause they’re so close to the ground their anger doesn’t dissipate easily.”

“Is that why you’re angry all the time?” Sammy asked, looking back at Bendy with a shit-eating grin.

Bendy narrowed his eyes. “Touche, Sammy boy. Touche.”

“Do you even know what that means?”

“That’s not important.”

They lapsed into silence again, although Henry was sure that it wouldn’t last. And, of course, it didn’t.

“Hey, Snow White called and asked when you were coming home.”

Sammy gave Bendy a deadpan stare.

“Huh…I guess that doesn’t really apply here, does it?” Bendy laughed weakly.

“I’m too small to be a dwarf,” Sammy grumbled. “I’m more like a doll.”

“Like Thumbelina?” Bendy regained his grin.

“Do not call me Thumbelina.”

The jokes continued for a few more minutes, some of them getting more of a reaction than others. Then, Bendy went too far.

“Must be tough needing a step stool to kiss your wife goodbye each day.”

At this, Sammy froze and Henry jumped to his feet.

“Alright, that’s enough, Ben,” he said in his patented ‘disappointed dad’ voice as Sammy began to shake with barely suppressed rage. Bendy knew he’d crossed a line, quickly mumbling an apology and shutting his mouth.

Sammy said nothing, holding the pen so tightly his arms shook. He calmed down a bit once Susie returned to the office, but remained in a foul mood. No more short jokes were made.

[im-no-jedi]

OC Asks: 1, 13, 25, 26, 27

:D:D:D

1. The most recent OC I’ve made - that would be Isaac :3

13. An OC inspired by something completely unexpected - oh definitely Tyzh, I literally only made him cause of those keysmash Galra names I made up randomly one night LOL

25. An OC I’ve changed a LOT - NOVA. O M G. she’s gone through the most metamorphosis by FAR. like, she isn’t even close to resembling her original design and character hahaha

26. An OC that I’m still working on - I’m always working on my OCs, but right now, Isaac still needs some work cause he’s my newest OC and I only just recently decided that I wanted to bring him back from the dead in the canon timeline of my Destinyverse sooooo yeah

27. Someone else’s OC that I really admire - I knew you were gonna ask this one Jazzy LOL. well, I love all my friends’ and siblings’ OCs, so it’s hard to narrow it down. for you Jazzy, you know how much I ADORE Yuji and Xen, and I’m still terribly fond of Junior and Hammerhead as well. I’m also extremely attached to @powerovernothing‘s Elder Scrolls OCs, especially Korbin, bless that boy’s beautiful heart. my youngest sister has a Destiny OC that I really like, and my bro made some OCs for a story he came up with on his own that I really like too. and Harm, I mcfrickin love her Pokemon OCs. Sevilen and Todd are my favs probably. ya’ll got such precious babies ^3^

[kfawkes]

You are a glutton for punishment. I'm the same. For the Kiss Prompts. 14: A kiss on the neck. Any ship.

ALRIGHT IM DOING A PROMPT. 

It’s time like 1983726532987 years later lmao.

I decided to go with a different ship this time! Just to spice things up lol. I know you’re a fan of DA and ME, but unfortunately I haven’t played DA sooooo I’m gonna go with a fresh pairing from ME…. I CHOOOOSE JACK AND MIRANDA!!  :D HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!

The day had already been far too long for Miranda. All she wanted was to curl up with a nice cup of tea while she read some shitty romance novel. But here she was having to discipline Jack… again like she pretty much always was. Between throwing fits when she didn’t get her way and breaking things daily, to her homicidal tendencies… Well, let’s just say it was enough to keep Miranda on edge and most of the time it felt like a full time job. But as small as these annoyances started, they grew much larger after each mission. More and more Miranda felt herself fixating on each little thing Jack would say… Each irritating thing Jack would do… Until Jack was almost all she thought about.

Today, on the longest day she’d had since… Hell, probably since they’d found Shepard’s body- those feelings were no different. She felt that tingle of annoyance shifting low in her stomach, as it turn and spin its strangeness around her. Now as she sit in her office staring intently at Jack, she couldn’t help but… notice her. And more than once she found herself zoning out on the cluster of tattoos marking her lower stomach and chest… 

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Jack pressed her hands firmly on Miranda’s desk as she lean over and eye her with pursed lips sporting her own version of a snarl.

“Nothing… Never mind that.” Miranda shook her head as she straighten her stack of datapads ignoring Jack’s piercing gaze completely. “You can’t keep doing these kinds of things, Jack.”

“You’re not my boss, Cheerleader… Shepard is.” Jack raised a eyebrow as she tilt her chin downward eyeing her through narrowed eyes. “I don’t listen to you.”

“I might not be you boss, but Shepard left me in charge and you will follow my orders.” Miranda still didn’t look at her… because every time she did, she couldn’t keep her eyes still. Actually, they wandered just about everywhere but where they should be. 

Over her hips, her neck, her lips…

“Shepard has been MIA for 2 fucking days, she didn’t leave you in charg-” Jack started but was interrupted when Miranda stood mirroring her stance under heavy eyes, holding her face mere inches from her own. She felt the smallest jump in the pits of her stomach as a whiff of Miranda’s mint and honey scented hair surrounded her. 

“I’m your superior whether you like it or not. If you’ve got a problem following directions, I’d be happy to drop you at the nearest fuel station, or if you prefer I can open the airlock.” Miranda’s voice was stern and there was no hint of what was really going on in her mind present in her voice. Or, at least she hoped. “You pick.”

Jack narrowed her eyes to mere slits as she pushed her face a little closer. Was this her way of challenging Miranda’s orders? Was she testing the dedication to her threats? But more important to Jack, was what the fuck was that look Miranda was giving her? She couldn’t tell and truthfully she didn’t know what she was even doing either. Confrontational and impulsive like always; so here she stood a few inches from Miranda’s face thinking things she really shouldn’t be… Thinking of ways to kill her… but mostly thinking about ways she’d–

After a moment Jack watched those big blue eyes flutter in slight confusion as she open her mouth to speak. Watching as her round lips parted, and as nothing but a faint sigh came out. Watching as she shake her head lightly sending another wave of sweet mint floating towards her. 

Miranda was avoiding eye contact as she slid her top lip between two rows of pearly white teeth momentarily. When she spoke this time, she wasn’t confident, but nervous and her voice was light and quiet. “What?”

“What do you really want to say to me right now?” Jack didn’t move and her eye contact was unwavering. 

Miranda swallowed as she chew the inside of her cheek lightly. “I don’t follow.”

“I thought you were supposed to be a good liar.” Jack smiled slightly as she narrowed her eyes, studying Miranda more carefully. “Here’s an idea… Why don’t you tell me what you really think about me… Lets get all this damn dirty laundry out in the open shall we?”

A fight with Jack was the last thing she wanted, but it was clear she was fishing for an excuse to argue and with the strangeness of her recent feelings- well, it was hard not to react. Miranda sighed loudly, deciding she wouldn’t back down this time. “Fine. If you really want me to play your little game, so be it… You’re psychotic. You’re completely out of control, you’re arrogant, selfish, rude… immature… Yo-you’re messy, bit-” 

But before Miranda could finish, she felt a warm hand grip the nape of her neck as it pull her tightly forward. She felt the fingers lightly scratch the base of her skull as they form a tight fist around her hair. But mostly she felt Jack pressing her soft lips into her own. She felt herself giving in and kissing her back… 

After a moment she pulled herself backwards throwing a hand loosely over her lips as she trace the space Jack had just been. Behind widened eyes she look forward to Jack who stand with brow lowered staring to the ground. “You… What the hell was that, hm? What are you trying to do…”

“I… I don’t fucking know, alright? You just… I don’t know yo-you got in my head, and I’ve been…” Jack let out a soft sigh as she press the tip of her tongue to the corners of her lips still not looking to her. “Am I just fucked up?”

Before Miranda knew what she was doing she walked hastily around her desk and grabbed Jack’s face lightly between her gloved fingertips. A second later she pressed her mouth to hers again as she push Jack into the nearby wall, massaging her tongue gently with her own; sending chills through both their bodies. 

Jack pulled her handful of dark hair to the side now pinning her to the wall instead. She slid her hand up Miranda’s back as she press her body harder into her soft fleshy suit, feeling her firm body beneath it’s surprisingly thin fabric only made her desire grow. With another pull she revealed Miranda’s ivory neck as she trace every small freckle decorating it with small soft bites. When she reached behind her ear, Jack pulled a handful of hair tighter sliding a pierced tongue from collarbone to the tip of her chin. She felt Miranda press her hips forward with eyes shut and hurried breath as she kissed a line from her mouth to the center of her chest…

“We found Shepard!” Garrus busted through the door in a panicked fluster. His voice was strong and full of worry, but he didn’t seem to notice what he’d walked in on. “We have to go NOW. She doesn’t have much time.”

In the seconds of their intrusion they separated as quickly as they joined, both awkwardly adjusting things that didn’t need fixing as they wipe their mouths innocently. Miranda pulled a lip inward, avoiding eye contact with Jack as she straighten her hair uncomfortably and clear her throat a bit too loudly.

“Right, let’s get going.” She nodded profusely as she step forward behind Garrus leaving Jack in her office in silence… but not before sending her the smallest of smiles.

[fluffandlove]

Shoujo Life Update~

Cuddles, tickles, kisses and a liiiiittle bit of angst oooh boy 

Imma type this real quick without rereading it cause it’s almost 2:30 in the morning oh god I need to sleep x’D 

This week was very chaotic as we’re getting used to this new lifestyle and trying to get settled and shit --> reason why I’m so inactive I am so sorry buuuut as soon as school starts, we’ll probably get settled for real 

Trying to settle means walking around Japan, practicing our Japanese (I am legit so proud every time I manage to squeak out an entire sentence, it’s unreal), getting to know each other and all that shizzle. Crush friend and girlfriend and I have been my best mates so far and we’ve been together pretty much everyday, planning together and eating together and I’ve noticed that crush friend is getting overly touchy with me huuuueeee 

So our homeroom teacher showed us our school and once we got showed around and got back in the elevator to go back to the first floor, I suddenly felt two hands cupping my waist from behind, fingers reeeaal gently stroking my stomach, so I freaked the fuck out and started screeching lol 

Crush friend chuckled behind me as he continued to caress and tickle me at the same time while one of my new friends yelled out, “Omg, she’s ticklish!” aND EVERYONE STARTED POKING AND SQUEEZING ME I FUCKING SHIT YOU NOT. IN THE ELEVATOR. I couldn’t even get away bc crush friend kept holding my waist and pulled me against his chest, laughing against my neck and it was really bad hahhahahahahhahaa help  That same day we went to hang out in our shared lobby and I was really cold at some point and I said so out loud so new guy friend, crush friend and new girl friend went, “Let’s warm her up!” 

and they all went to sit/lie on top of me LOOOOL I started laughing so hard because on one hand I was being squished to death but it was also really warm and cozy. Crush friend had his nose buried in my neck, grinning like a little shit, new girl friend was sitting on my legs, and new guy friend was kinda half leaning/lying against me. 

“Hey Jo... your knees are really pretty...” new girl friend randomly said and started tracing them with her nails. I was wearing shorts sooooo I yeah rip I flipped and burst out laughing. “Like, they’re not too prominent and shit... oooh and they’re sensitive, tooo...”

Crush friend casually wrapped his hand around my torso, fingers resting on my ribs, just letting them sit there but it was enough to make me jump and squeak more. He was still breathing/chuckling against my neck, which tickled as well, and I couldn’t fucking move because of all the weight so I was pretty much trapped, only able to kick my legs x’DDD 

Afterwards we went to the ping pong table and played a little bit. I was putting up a fight as he was pretty good and he went, “Ugh, doesn’t she ever give up?” Girl friend, the fucking traitor, called out, “Just pull up your shirt! That’s her weak spot!”

“Ooooh?” THAT ASSHOLE SMACKED THE BALL TOWARDS ME AND THEN LIFTED UP HIS SHIRT A BIT AND I FUCKING BLUSHED AND LET THE BALL FLY PAST ME. “It worked! I gotta use that more often!” which he did. I hate him 

There’s also this one part where him and me were waiting for girl friend to get ready and we were standing in her tiny hallway. We were goofing around a bit until he narrowed his eyes, pushed me against the wall and tickled my sides for a bit heeelpppp ad=asfiuasdjfksd I’m so weak for this nGH and he’s been hugging me from behind from time to time and ugh gOD this guy 

and noooow for the drama part...  Both of us were super tired and irritated bc one girl in our group that’s constantly annoying everyone, particularly him  (they srsly hate each other’s guts) and he’s real homesick as I found out today so that was probably also a part of it, buuuut we had a small fight. In front of a few people, things got kinda out of hand and I left the scene to go to my room to cry my eyes out. Now that I think about it, this happens in every fucking shoujo whenever things go too well, I mean, we were being so overly touchy and flirty that something had to go wrong, right? x’) 

I cried a lot bc I hadn’t cried this entire trip yet, really wanted to but didn’t have time/patience so I guess it was a combination of exhaustion, homesickness, shock from the fight, etc. Girl friend came over to calm me down and comfort me, and eventually left after inviting me over to go get breakfast the next morning. One tiiiiny problem: crush friend was gonna be there as well

“Isn’t that gonna be a problem?” I asked “Eeeeh, not sure? I guess we’ll see.” 

BOIIIII it was awkward. The next morning I woke up with swollen eyes, like, I had literally cried so much that I couldn’t see straight and the three of us left to go get food. Girl friend was trying to play peacekeeper, making conversation and trying to get us to talk, but crush friend simply refused to even look at me, which resulted in me not looking at him. He even fucking walked around me and made sure not to get near me.  After a good fucking 20 minutes, I ran out of patience and while girl friend was busy with her umbrella, I looked up at him with watery eyes and mumbled, “Dude, are you so mad at me that you’re gonna ignore me?” 

And then he finally looked at me. He blinked, then looked away and sighed. “Not mad... just, irritated I guess.” I didn’t really know how to reply to that so we just looked at each other. My eyes were filling up with tears once again upon realizing that this was the only thing he was gonna say, so I nodded. “Okay.” and walked past him but then 

I felt his two large hands on my shoulders, keeping me in place. I was really confused and sort of tried to move, but he wouldn’t let me. He was pushing me so gently that I didn’t know what he wanted from me until he turned me around, again super gently, and pulled me in for a hug. I hadn’t noticed that I was shaking yet because when I felt his chest against my face, I felt my hands trembling and the tears pricking in my eyes. 

His hand was on the back of my head, holding me. We didn’t say anything and just stood there in the middle of the store. On one hand I felt like we were the only two people there but then again not? Idk, it was definitely something and he wasn’t about to pull back soon, until I mumbled, “Okay,” again and then he let go. The rest of our breakfast trip went pretty smoothly because, at last, we were talking again 

On that same day I walked up to his room and we talked about it, he apologized, I apologized and he ended it by saying, “I’m glad you were the one to break the ice. I probs would’ve done so eventually, too, but it was you this time. Let’s just forget it happened, okay? I don’t wanna ruin this trip. Wanna go grab dinner together?” 

And so we did. I noticed his change in behavior a bit as he was less touchy and more careful with me. I also noticed that he was being overly nice and quiet, which made me smile because this is probably his way of making it up to me. 

AND THEN THERE’S TODAAAAAY.  Once again we were hanging out in the shared lobby but this time with alcohol and oh boy I got tipsy. It doesn’t take much alcohol to get me drunk so I was tipsy after like 4 sips and already giggling uncontrollably. Everyone else laughed along with me, tickled me because they thought it was cute and playfully made fun of me 

Crush friend was still keeping his distance and it was irritating me trololol I’m such an attention whoooore. The more I drank, the more I kept looking at his lips fuuuuu It was still a lot of fun though, holy shit, at some point everyone was pissing their pants from laughter and having a great time. We ran out of alcohol though, so crush friend suggested we get some more 

I was preeeetttty tipsy at this point. Like, I couldn’t walk straight anymore and new tiny girl friend (she’s even smaller than me and I’m 5′4 LOL) was pretty much drunk. Crush friend had to throw me over his shoulder in order to get me to sit back on the couch without falling and it was pretty fun but also scary x’D And this was after he had to pick me up two times because I kept falling to the floor bc I was laughing so hard pffff 

On our way to the convenience store, I had to make sure that new tiny girl friend didn’t bump into anyone or a pole for that matter, so we stuck together while she babbled about everything. Other new girl friend looked at me, smiled and asked, “Is it okay if I hug you? You’re so funny.”  “omg yeeess, sureee!” I slurred and she laughed, hugging me close it was just... yes 

And now... dun dun duuuun Crush friend, tiny new girl friend and I were waiting outside while everyone else got drinks and I kept saying that I already had too much to drink. I had lost at least 80% of my filter and was more daring and kinda drowsy --> alert alert alert 

“naaah, you’re fine,” crush friend chuckled and I shook my head  “Nooooo, I’m not. I shouldn’t get more drinks,” I said while I twirled a bit on the spot. He had taken a seat on a small bench and was looking at me with a semi scolding look. “Seriously.” “Why? You’ve been worse.”  “No, cause I really wanna do this.” and fuck I walked over to him, held his face and kissed him real quick. I’m not sure if he turned his head or that I was simply so tipsy that I couldn’t coordinate, but I think I kissed the corner of his mouth, or like... half his lips???? xDD I felt them but not entirely, idk, it was stupid of me 

I pulled back and immediately covered my face. “Crap. Sorry.” “What’re you apologizing for?” he said, totally confused “Ishouldn’thavedonethatIshouldn’thavedonethaaaaat,” I mumbled against my hands and looked back up at him, flustered 

He tsk’ed, shook his head and patted the spot next to him. I hesitantly took a seat and he wrapped an arm around my waist, gently cupping it.  “Idiot,” he whispered and stroked my side with his thumb, looking away 

The rest of the night is kinda blurry but it was a lot of fun and holy shit this took me almost an hour to write 

HELLOOOOOO sorry for this messy af post I’m still alive just all over the place godddddd