#<- yeah i got sidetracked HARD when it came to OC making

[analexthatexists]

HAHA UH SORRY DID I SAY I WAS WORKING ON A SPOOKY MONTH OC? YEAH SO I GOT SIDETRACKED AND...

its not that i lied, it's that i got hyper-fixated on something else and failed miserably to resist the urge to make a pony-sona...

So this is Cheery Pit, and I spent a little too long last night workshopping her design because my motivation to do specific things back and forth in my head like a rubber ball in a room full of rats, but I'm proud of how she turned out!

She's the oldest sister in the Pit family (Haven't figured out names or designs for any of them, but she has a brother) and is a Pinkie Pie obsessed FREAK. Cheery can't see herself gathering the courage or strength to host a party or perform on her own, meaning she's VERY dependent on Pinkie getting everything started so she can shine. Cheery heavily dislikes being the pony that everyone relies and depends on, so this strategy helps her greatly to do the thing she loves. Plus, Pinkie's just her biggest inspiration and idol!

Surely nothing bad can come out of this dynamic, right? Like, this is Pinkie Pie we're talking about! When's she ever going to STOP partying?!

what do you mean pinkie pie's the element of laughter and that she's going to be away from ponyville solving friendship problems

and so arrives the not-so-cheery pit of despair that the clown must find herself in, im sure she'll be fine totally 100% what could possibly go wrong right???

[venusiangguk]

gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 9.9k um?

>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists

>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !! 

>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.

Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”

When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.

“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”

Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”

Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”

“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”

“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.

Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.

A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.

His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”

“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.

Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”

“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”

Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”

Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.

“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants. 

Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.

“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

okie

wanna have sex instead of helping me study 

me:

yeah but im not gonna 

just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a 

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

🙄

When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.

“You think she’ll be down?”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”

Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.

“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”

Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.

“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”

Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.

“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”

As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”

Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?

“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.

~~~

Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.

“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.

His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.

“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.

He groans. “I-  am just thinking.”

“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.

The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing. 

He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about. 

Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”

You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”

Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.

You pout. “What?”

Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.

With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.

“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.

“Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile. 

“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself. 

You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.

He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.

You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”

He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.

He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”

Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.

“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side. 

He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.

“When did you want to? Tonight?”

He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.

You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm. 

“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.

Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.” 

His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”

He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.

“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.

He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”

~~~

A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.

Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts. 

You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.

“Which one do you want?” You ask.

“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.

Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar. 

“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night. 

“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.

Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.

Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”

The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.

“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”

He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.

You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”

A side glance. “Not yet…”

You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.

“Uh, not that one.”

You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.

“No.”

You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.

“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.

He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”

He pauses.

“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?” 

Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.

You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”

He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”

“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”

You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.” 

“We need the harness now.”

You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found. 

“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.

“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists. 

“Let’s not.”

“Koo.” You say giving him a look.

He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.

He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.

The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.

You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”

Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”

You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”

He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”

You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.

“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.

Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”

Jeongguk gapes at the ���nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going. 

With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.  

Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.

“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.

It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.

“He’s cute.”

You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”

Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”

You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”

He shrugs. “Don’t care.”

“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”

He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.

There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.

“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”

“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.

“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”

He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.

“Baby, we have lube at home.”

“But do we have enough?”

“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”

He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”

Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.

After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”

“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.

You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later. 

“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.

Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.

When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.

“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.

“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.

You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”

He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.

You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.

“I love you.” You smile.

He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.

It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer. 

You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.

“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.

You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”

He shakes his head. “Always about you too.” 

Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.

“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.

He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”

He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.

You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace. 

“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.

“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.

When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”

You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.

You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.

“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.

You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.

You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.

“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins. 

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”

“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…” 

He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.

He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”

“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad. 

Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”

He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.

You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.

“Want some?” 

He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!

He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?

“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.

You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all. 

“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”

You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.

“More,” He begs. 

You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.

When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.

“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.

You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.

“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”

With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.

“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls. 

You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”

Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”

Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over. 

Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.

“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.

Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene. 

“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand. 

He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.

When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.

It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.

You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.

While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.

Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.

“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”

You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.

You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.

“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.

You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?” 

He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”

Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.

You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.

“Cold.” He says.

“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.

“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.

“Tell me to stop if you need to.”

He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath.

“You okay, baby?” You check in.

“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”

You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.

“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.

He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.

He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.

“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.

“You c-” 

“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.

When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.

“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.

He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.

“Well, your butthole is pretty.”

He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.” 

He sounds so wistful and just ready.

But you’re not.

You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.

“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.

He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.

“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”

You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.

Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd. 

He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it. 

“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.

He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.

He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.

He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.

You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.

You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.

“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.

Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.

Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.

You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether. 

You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.

“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.

“Yeah.” He says softly.

He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you. 

“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.

You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.

“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”

You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed. 

“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.

“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.

“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.

You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.

You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up. 

“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.

With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.

“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone. 

“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.

Point taken. 

Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.

A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.

You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.

“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.

He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.

“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.” 

He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.

You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair. 

He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.

You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock. 

He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.

You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”

He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”

The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.

He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.

He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.

“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.

He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.

“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.

Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, wanna.” 

He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room. 

The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.

“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”

You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”

He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum. 

It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.

He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.

“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.” 

He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.

You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”

Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.

“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow. 

“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”

He grunts in response.

Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.

When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly. 

“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.

Another grunt.

Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.

“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”

His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.

You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.

“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”

He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.

“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.

He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”

You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both. 

You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is.  But he still winces.

“How bad is it?” He mumbles.

You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.

He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”

You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.

“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.

You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.

“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.

“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.

You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.

“I’m so tired man.”

“I bet man.” You tease.

He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.

“Yeah roll over.”

It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.

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Got Me Thinking This Might Be Love (Coco x OC/Reader)

I was feeling some kinda way last night and this came out of it. Don’t @ me if you find yourself pregnant after reading.

I highly recommend you play the song on repeat as you read. Really sets the mood.

Playlist: Between Us (feat. Snoh Aalegra) - dvsn

Word Count: 4,160

Warning: Swearing and explicit themes. In other words, steamy, hot, baby making type of sex

She was leaning into the counter. Gazing over her bowl of cereal at the TV in her living room. She wasn’t really paying attention to it. She had her phone tipped down in her other hand, her best friend berating her through a video chat.

She rolled her eyes, “I’m fine, bored but fine.”

“See girl, this is why you should be getting dressed to come out with us.”

She shook her head at that.

“Don’t you dare shake your head at me. It’s been two weeks, babes. He ain’t coming back.”

She groaned and her friend booked the slouch in your shoulders.

“If he hasn’t called, texted or dropped by after that fight, you gotta come to terms with the result.”

She had a point. The pre-going on a run argument had everything falling apart. It had been a bad day that only got worse. She wasn’t expecting to ever see him again. Especially considering he’d dropped off the face of the planet.

“You need to get your back blown out.” Her friend clapped her hands between each word to emphasize her point.

She laughed. Of course, that was the main concern. The group chat was always popping when she mentioned he was around. They loved hearing the recollections of what him and her got up too. Two weeks without seeing or hearing from him had all them worried about her satisfaction. She got the impression that the whole group of them was rooting for them in some strange star-crossed lovers kind of way. It amused her but she also knew that no matter what, the girls would always have her back. Thankfully, she didn’t actually slander him when they got into their fight. So they knew she didn’t have hard feelings about it. She was more disappointed that it was over more than anything.

She rolled her eyes, begrudging to admit that they were right. She’d been holed up at home all this time. Only going to work and shopping for the essentials like food. She wasn’t waiting for him to come around. She figured it was done and gone. Both of them having said some inflammatory things to each other. She wasn’t interested in engaging with anyone besides the group and even that was at an all time low.

“Alright yeah, I need good session, something to make me forget my own name but tonight’s not the night.” She licked her lips, “It’s already almost midnight. I don’t have any time to go through the routine. Next weekend.” She promised.

She zoned out after that. Her friend was talking but she wasn’t listening. She was tired. Mentally. She’d been stressing about how careless she’d been with her words towards him. How inconsiderate she’d been. He hadn’t been any better. He was equally as mean to her. Spouting hurtful comments right back at her. However, it had been the first time either of them had ever spoken about the situation between them. The first time either of them had bothered to speak on the expectations they had for their state of affairs.

They weren’t a secret. His hermanos knew she existed. He wasn’t hiding her. Though, he made it clear that what they had wasn’t heading in the direction she assumed. That was partly her fault though. She got caught up. For building a set of expectations around them without making her intent clear. Neither of them properly communicating about what it was they really wanted. She sighed to herself. She needed to go to bed. Stop thinking for a while.  

~(MMC)~

He pulled up in the beat up Chevy, letting it idle at the curb. He was exhausted. A week and a half in Vegas and then down into Mexico for another few days. He wanted rest. Comfort. Somewhere that was better than home. He hadn’t consciously made the decision to drive here. He didn’t even know if he’d bother going up. All he knew was that when he recognized the diversion on the route he was driving, he wanted to see her.

He noted the darkness of her apartment but the light from her kitchen shone. He double checked the clock, noting the late hour. This wouldn’t have been the first time he showed up this late. However, he never left her hanging for more than a day or two. He’d dropped off the face of the Earth for two weeks. He knew what he was doing when he did it. He pulled out a cigarette, bowing forward to light it.

He kept his head ducked down as he watched the shadows move back and forth in the illuminated window. He wondered what she was doing. What she’d been doing. He narrowed his eyes, the word who popping into his mind. He exhaled, his gaze never waving and mentally shook the jealousy that rose away.

He knew he had no claim on her. Not after the things he’d said. He figured she’d slam the door in his face the second she saw him. He pulled the smoke from his mouth, leaning on the steering wheel and keeping a weather eye on the shadows in her apartment as they moved. From what he could tell, she was alone. That soothed him somewhat. Even when it shouldn’t. He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t have even pulled up.

He hung his hand out the opened window and flicked the ashes off his cigarette. He leaned back in the seat, cutting off his view of her apartment. He stared out the windshield, contemplating his best course of action. If he went up there, she was going to expect him to talk to her. She’d want to discuss their prior argument. He didn’t want too. He wanted to pick up from where they left off before that. Wipe the record clean and never look back.

He blinked, knowing that was never going to happen. He missed her. As much as he hated admitting to that. It was easier if he ignored how her presence made him feel. She helped keep the demons at bay. Helped him chase away the intruding thoughts. He counted backwards, trying to figure out where and when things started to morph into something different between them. He shook his head, irritated over it. It didn’t matter. In the end he still felt a way and there was no turning that around.

He couldn’t leave it alone. Even if they ended up in another shouting match, he needed to see her. For a moment in the least. If she kicked him to the curb, he’d understand. He was poison. Him coming back after everything was proof of that. He killed the engine. His mind made up.

It didn’t take him long to get access to the building and taking the stairs two at a time. He wasn’t in a rush but the faster he got there, and the faster she denied him, the faster all of this would be over. Give him a chance to tell her how horrible he was and then be on his way.

He reached her door, hesitating as he looked at it. After a long couple of moments, standing in silence, he reached his fist to knock. When he touched the door, it pushed backwards. He creased his eyebrows looking at, suspicious that she had seen him standing there and opened the door. He waited another moment but when it didn’t open further he flattened his hand against it and pushed.

He lifted his hand to grip the top of his piece, hidden inside his kutte as he surveyed the hallway. He listened intently and could hear her speaking and a tinny voice accompanying hers. He took quiet steps forward, entering the main living room and kitchen and settled as he spotted her silhouette leaning against the counter and holding her phone up to her face. He exhaled and dropped his hand away from his gun.

He leaned against the door frame as she hadn’t obviously heard him enter. There was a small voice of concern in the back of his mind. One that was telling him to implore her to be more careful but he was sidetracked. The sight of her athletic shorts riding up her thighs at the angle she was leaned over, had him swallowing. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, that was dangerously close to hiding the fact that she had shorts on in the first place. His fingers twitched at his sides and he lifted his arms to cross them over his chest. Keep them pressed down to stop himself from grabbing her.

His gaze roved over her legs, up her torso and down her arms. Her hair was in the messiest updo he’d ever seen and he liked it. It gave off a very particular kind of vibe. A vibe he’d drilled into her more than once. He stopped that train of thought abruptly, knowing that it would be short-lived as she was not about to take up with him again. Not after the things he said to her.

He refocused his attention on the set of her shoulders and listened in on her conversation. His eyebrows shot up at the topic of discussion. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one with the idea on his mind. He let a few visuals seep into his mind’s eye. Recalling a few of their past exploits. He was pulled out of his session of reminiscing when she admitted to wanting it too. His eyes flicked back over to her. Thankfully, he knew how to aide in that particular problem of hers.

“I think I can help with that.” He said, his voice low and carrying over the space between them.

~(MMC)~

She screeched, jumping up and pulling her hands in towards her. She spun on her heel to stare at him in astonishment. She had her phone cradled to her chest and could hear her friend shrieking to tell what was going on. She swallowed, her heart in her throat and struggled for words. Where the hell had he come from. Appearing out of nowhere.  

She shook her head at him, waving a hand out in a vague gesture, “How did you get in here?”

“Door was open.” He shrugged, giving her that coy crooked smirk of his.

Her mouth dropped open in annoyed shock. She relaxed her shoulders down and gave him a deadpanned, not at all amused expression. She booked the sarcasm and fought to keep up the annoyed vibe she was giving him. Who did he think he was? Sneaking into her apartment in the middle of the night? Eavesdropping on her conversations?  No explanation for where he’d been? No, nothing at all. Only a flimsy promise of giving her an orgasm. Which, if she was being honest, she could do herself. She didn’t need his help. No matter how good he happened to be at it.

His eyes dropped to her phone and back up to hers, his smirk widening. He was clearly still listening to the conversation, even when she wasn’t. Her friend continued the holler through the phone and she groaned before lifting it away from her chest to her face again.

“I’m good. It’s good. It’s just Coco.” She explained, flipping the camera around to flash a view of him for a second and then back to her face.

She nearly burst out laughing at her friends sudden 180 in attitude. She was now smirking at her on the screen and wagging her eyebrows theatrically. She made a show of pointing at her wrist to note the time and then laughed out loud. “I better get a follow up call tomorrow. I want details.” Then she shouted even louder, wanting to make sure she was heard, “Don’t leave her wanting, Coco!”

Her mouth dropped open and she ended the call swiftly before dropping it down on the counter, screen down. She was going to make her girl wait an extra day for that little outburst. She swore they were the worst. For whatever reason they were all cheerleaders for her and Coco. Even when they were trying to get her to go out and bang a random to blow of steam from their breakup. If you could even call it that. He wasn’t even her boyfriend. One of the glaring points he drove home two weeks ago.

She crossed her arms over her chest, and poked her hip out as she stared at him. Waiting for an explanation. An apology, even. Something to get them started but she knew she was never going to get it. However, it was worth putting up the front. A front that she wouldn’t immediately take him back at the mere sight of him. She groaned internally, annoyed at herself. His presence shouldn’t have this much of an effect on her.

~(MMC)~

“I missed you, baby.” He spoke quietly as he looked her legs up and down.

She fought the shudder rolling up her spine as he used the nickname and scoffed, “Yeah? Good.” He didn’t respond. All he did was continue letting his eyes wander, briefly meeting hers again. She shook her head and unfurled one hand to wave him away, “If that’s all, you can leave.”

She watched as he arched one eyebrow at her response. She cursed herself. Knowing that he loved it when she gave him attitude. When she dismissed him. His smirk widened, his teeth showing before he pulled his expression down into a mock pout of hurt. She pursed her lips together and made an obvious show of shaking her head slowly. She kept up the front of being unamused. Internally she was a mess. She was ready to rip all his clothes off right there, with her front door half open behind him.

All she could think about was how well he know how to use that mouth. The smirk wasn’t the only thing he was an expert at. Her eyes tracked the expression he was sporting and they both knew the effect he was having on her.

“Let me make it up to you,” He murmured, taking one step towards her. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”

That did it. Her emotions pooled and she was ready to melt into the floor. He was skirting the whole issue, but he was giving her some of the power. He was admitting to being wrong at some point. She ground her teeth together, tightening her arms across her chest. She watched the slow, deliberate steps he took towards, stopping less than an inch away from her.

His head leaned in next to her face and he loomed in her personal space, looking down at her out of the corner of his eyes. She glanced up at him, tilting her chin up to regard him fully. His smirk spread into a wide grin as he watched the conflict in her expression. She should say no. They both knew it. But, she wasn’t going too. She didn’t want too. Boyfriend or not. Fight or not. He knew her body, better than anyone else before him.

“C’mon babe,” He coaxed, reaching out and ghosting his fingertips along the outside of her arm.

She shivered, visibly this time. He bowed in further, pressing a hot kiss to the side of her neck. She sighed, giving in. She uncrossed her arms, bringing them up to grip the collar of his flannel shirt. He pulled back, catching her gaze in his. Heat coursed through both their eyes and she slid one hand behind his neck and flexed her grip around it. She yanked him forward, tilting her face up to meet his lips. Capturing him in an intense reunion.

She nipped at his lower lip and he growled in delight. He broke their kiss to run the tip of his nose along her jaw. His teeth grazing her ear. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back with a sigh. He knew every spot that elicited a response from her and he played each one of them. Her knees went weak and she curled her hands into fists into the front of his shirt.

~(MMC)~

Both of them stumbling over each other as they made their way to their next destination. Their clothes being stripped off in a blur of whispered promises, and lips connecting with various body parts. The next thing she knew they were both naked and in her room. She was laying back on her bed as he crawled up from the bottom. His hands lined her sides, flipping her over onto her front as his knee knocked hers apart. She gasped as his hands continued upwards and skimmed the outside of her breasts. Using his thumbs, he traced the edge of her nipples.

His hands ran back down her body, cupping her hips. She lifted her lower half, giving him room. His fingers hooked into the fold between her hips and thighs and tugged her body up farther. He smoothed one hand over her side and then down the length of her back and pressed down on her shoulder, forcing her top half into the mattress. She turned her face, cheek lined against the sheets and let out a breath at his firm hold on her.

He used his other hand to run along her center, pausing only to circle her clit lazily. She could feel his breath cascading across her lower back. She dipped her hips, causing her bottom to raise higher. She heard his quiet chuckle. He responded to her reaction by gliding one finger through her, sinking in when he felt how ready she was. She let out a tiny moan as his fingers entered her. Every touch, kiss and breath between them had her wetter than she would’ve been if she’d done this alone.

He slid his finger out, not wanting to waste any time. He lined himself up against her and taking his time, pushed into her. He inched his way in. Gradually, until he bottomed out entirely. She let out a breathless gasp at the feeling. Tilting her body back into him, encouraging him to keep going. He began a slow grind. A steady in and out. His hand firm on her shoulder to hold her down. She rolled her hips back into each one of his deep, slow thrusts.

She ground her teeth together at the pace he set. She wanted more. The torture of him taking his sweet time having her in throws. She had no control over the moans escaping from the back of her throat. She tried to speed up the momentum, but he clutched at her hip, steadying her.

“Slow down, querida,” He rumbled, the impact of their motions coursing through him. He caught the bottoms strands of her hair between his fingers and tugged, “I gotchu.”

She groaned in frustration and pleasure as he pulled back and then slammed back into her. She mewled, arching her entire lower half into him. She heard the grunting chuckle he elicited. Telling her he was feeling the same as her, even if he was amused by it. He continued with his leisurely pace. Keeping the snap out of his hips, but entering her in a way that had himself buried in her.

She loved it. He knew how to shift just so to have her feeling every last inch of him as he moved in and out. Filling her up so that he ran along the sides of her walls in the most epic way. She cried out, begging him to go faster. Or harder. Or something but he never let up. Never lost control.

He brought her to the edge, reading each one of her movements. Listening to the sound of her breathing. Knowing exactly how close she was. When she was panting, trying to get the words out. He pulled out, resting his cheek on the middle of her back. She whined at the lost of every sensation and he pacified her with open mouth kisses along her shoulder blades.

“Paciencia bebé.” He murmured against her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.

After another long moment, he picked up from where they left off. He rocked every one of his emotions into each of his thrusts. Everything he appreciated about her fuelling his motions. Each time she felt herself getting closer to her release, he’d immediately pull back and out, to leave her a panting mess. He was doing it deliberately and it was driving her crazy. It took her up until the third time he pulled out to realize what he was really doing. He was edging her. Her eyes rolled back as she threw back into him, only to have him dodge her.

“Coco,” She growled against the sheets.  

He let out a huffed laugh, knowing exactly what she was feeling as he was doing the same thing to himself. “Si baby? Dime que quieres.”

He knew what she wanted. He knew what he wanted. After several times of being on the brink, he was ready to let go. Give up the pace. Take her fast and hard.

“I want you to fuck me.” She demanded, her voice coming out breathless but her tone clear in its aggression.

He grinned, “I gotchu.” He repeated the statement from earlier and slammed into her harshly.

She cried out as he started up a rough tempo. Her breathing came out erratically. He started losing his rhythm. Knowing he was close to losing everything, he knew he needed to give her what she wanted. He abruptly pushed down on her lower back, twisting her hips and hooking one of her legs around his middle while still holding her face down with a strong hand on her shoulders. He thrust into at the new angle and she screamed. Actually screamed. He smirked at her reaction, refusing to stop the rough pace he’d picked up.

She came undone. Crying out her pleasure for everyone to hear. He hit every sensitive spot inside her. Her body shook as he coaxed her orgasm out. It was wild and explosive. Her hair was mussed in her face, and she panted, feeling the sweat drip down her temple. Tears formed as he continued to hit from his position, working through his own release. The over stimulation both painful and satisfying. She didn’t want him to stop. She threw back, helping him work through to his own arrival. He let out a guttural grunt, ripping her forward and squeezing his forearm around the front of her abdomen and keep her firmly in place as he came.

He let out a string of Spanish curses. All of them filthy and had her laughing breathlessly into to the blankets. He dropped his forehead against her lower back, a slow grin forming on his mouth. He held her close for another moment, waiting until they both came down from their highs. Pulling back, he turned and collapsed into the pillows next to her.

She stretched out and sighed before flipping over onto her back. They were silent for a little bit. Both trying to ease their breathing. She glanced around the room and smiled at the state it was in. Their clothes had been tossed in every direction. The only thing that was properly set down was his kutte. It was hanging on her vanity chair. Pristine and smooth.

She rolled over, tossing a leg over one of his and cradling her pillow comfortably under her head. She wanted this. Him. In whatever way he could manage. It wasn’t going to be easy, and there was a lot of hurt they were going to have to work through, but she was willing. She closed her eyes, letting the come down engulf her. Relax her.

“We still need to talk.” She murmured.

He rolled his head in her direction. He watched as she opened her eyes and looked up into his. Their gazes held within each other’s and steady.  

He gave her a nod, “I know.”

Their eye contact remained unwavering. Her tone didn’t give anything away but judging by her expression, she was still here for him. He swallowed, his stomach flipping at that thought. She was still willing to push through for him. With him. He inhaled, pushing down on his conflicting emotions of her silent revelation and dipped his arm behind her neck, around her shoulder. He pulled her and the pillow closer to him, letting her get settled into his embrace.

There wasn’t a rush to figure everything out right now. Right now, he had her. In his arms. That’s what mattered. The present. The quiet buzz they were both experiencing was enough to keep up them sated with the circumstances. The only way they were going to succeed was to take it one day at a time. They’d see what tomorrow brought them.

[imthequeenofcordonia]

For the man who has everything

This is my contribution to @choicesfebruarychallenge that’s being hosted by the amazing @bi-cookie​ and @cxld-play. The prompt is: Karaoke. Thank you for including us all. 

Paring: Drake x OC (Lily Rys)  

Word count: 1,573

Warnings: Brief talk about mental health. 

A/N: All characters belong to Pixelberry other than Lily.

Permatag: @desiree---1986

Drake and lily tags: @addictedtodrakefanfic​, @msjr0119​

“So we’re being joined by Crown Prince Leo and his younger sister, Princess Lily,” the Radio host, Gary Hall- a friend of Ana Di Luca’s and the host of Cordonia’s most popular radio station spoke into his microphone in front of him as he adjusted his headphones so they were more comfortable.

He turned to the royal siblings, “Thank you for coming.” 

“Thank you for having us,” Lily answered. 

“First things first, Leo congratulations on your engagement to Countess Madeleine.” 

“Thank you,” Leo smiled. 

“You and the Countess just arrived back from a very successful engagement tour. You got some extraordinary press because of it. 

“We did,” Leo nodded, “It went better than we expected it too. We’re both really happy about how well it went.” 

Gary nodded and turned to Lily. “Lily you also just finished your first solo tour, tell us about that.” 

“It was fantastic. As you said, it was my first solo tour, I went to Aunernal, i was actually able to stay a couple of days longer than was intended and got to see where my mother grew up. Like Leo’s tour I got some amazing press and it went really well,” she explained. 

“When was the last time you visited Auvernal?” Gary asked. 

Lil thought for a second, “I was about seven it was just before my mother passed away.” 

“Now the big reason we invited you is because of your mental health campaign. Lily you’ve been quite open about what you've struggled with in the past.”

Lily nodded, “Yeah, i think if we’re going to be telling people to open up and talk about it, it would be hypocritical if i didn't do it myself. These types of things kind of go both ways, you can’t tell someone to do something and do the complete opposite.”

“It’s a very brave thing to do,” Gary noted. 

“In a way it was but it needed to happen to show that everyone, no matter who you or where you come from, that mental  health issues can affect you. We’re always taught how to look after our bodies but we really need to know how to look after ourselves mentally too and how to talk about it if you are struggling,” She explained. 

“Like your tours the campaign is getting a lot of attention and people are talking about it,” Gary mentioned. 

“That’s exactly what we want. I couldn't be happier with how it’s going.” 

“Good. Now you two agreed to answer some questions that people have texted in.” 

“Yep,” Leo nodded. 

“Are we going to regret this?” Lily asked. 

“Quite possibly,” Gary teased. “Okay first question comes from a woman called jenny. She wants to know if you’re allowed phones?” 

Leo laughed, “We are yeah.” 

“Really?” Gary asked, “Have you got a family whatsapp group?” 

“No, but I  would love that,” Lily said, turning to her brother, “Should we get Liam, Dad and Regina to get in on It too?” 

“I don't think that’s gonna happen,” Leo said, shaking his head with a grin. 

“Next question is from Michael. He wants to know if Leo and Liam were in a fight, who would win?” 

Leo shrugged, “Me, obviously.”

“I sense a little bit of sibling rivalry going on?” 

“Just a bit,” Leo revealed, smiling. 

“ He also wants to know if all three of you were in a fight, who would win then?” 

“Lily,” Leo answered. 

“Why?” Gary asked. 

“I did mixed martial arts for about six years. I could take them both,” Lily said, rather confidently.

“I am learning so much,” Gary said excitedly. “This is the highlight of my career. Okay, we’ve got a couple more. These are one i actually want to know. Kate wants to know what you watch on TV? Do you watch stuff on royalty and you’re like, it’s not like that at all?” 

Lily laughed, “Funnily enough i started watching The Crown the other week and yeah, I mean I've met the British royal family and it is kind of accurate.” 

“Did you watch that movie called ‘Queen Eleanor’? Was that accurate? Because that is based on your life.”

“I have seen it,” she nodded, “There’s a few little bits in there that quite how it happened but for the most part it’s spot on.”

“Do you watch anything else?” 

“I love Supernatural. I’m three seasons behind, i really need to get on that.” 

“What about you Leo?” Gary asked. 

“Me and Madeline have just finished Game of Thrones. We were a little bit behind, just finished it last night.” 

“I haven't watched it,” lily chimed in. 

“You should,” Leo advised. 

“It is good. Now we’ve got two more. David asked if you’re allowed to order takeaways?” 

“Yes,” Lily nodded. 

“They must never believe you when you order it to the palace.” 

“We don't actually order it to the palace. Somebody, that is not us, will go and pick it up,” Lily explained. “Or if your Prince Leo, he’ll do it himself.” 

“I love how normal you two are,” Gary said, which caused the both of them to laugh. 

“We are just people,” Lily said. 

“That lives in a palace,” Gary  mumbled, “Now, last question before we move on. When we see you out and about you are wearing the most regal of outfits, do you have any comfy clothes?” 

“Yeah, definitely,” Leo nodded. 

“Those outfits are amazing but sometimes are a little bit uncomfortable,” she revealed, “ Yeah, of course we have comfy stuff we wear at home.” 

“Okay,” Gary nodded, “Today is a special day. It’s His Majesty's 70th birthday today.” the siblings nodded. “Do you still buy him presents? What do you buy for the man who has everything?” 

“That is the question,” Leo said, turning to his sister. 

“It’s hard. Last year Leo brought him a phone.” 

“That’s perfect for your whatsapp group,” Gary chimed in. 

“He actually spends a lot of time on it,” Lily revealed. 

“I can imagine it: him sitting in the palace playing Candy Crush. That’s brilliant, that is.” 

“He’s flying through the levels though,” Leo said. 

“I was joking. Does he seriously play?” 

Lily nodded, “He’s a little addicted to it actually. 

“Talking of your father’s birthday: there’s a video going around the internet of you, Lily, singing his favourite song for his birthday from a few years ago.”

Lily hid her face in her hands as her body shook with laughter. When she looked back up, her face was red and her eyes were welling. “Did you have to mention that?” she jokingly scolded, “I was fourteen and this was when i was really getting into music. I was learning how to play the guitar, piano and attending singing lessons. Like we’ve said it’s hard to know what to buy him so I sang him his favourite song.” 

“But the thing is you’re actually good,” Gary complemented. 

“Thank you,” Lily grinned. 

“Singing was a passion of yours, wasnt it?” 

“It definitely was. My mother loved to sing when I was a kid, I must get it from her. The rest of the family aren't really into music like I am,” she explained. 

“What’s his majesty's favourite song at the minute?”

“Someone you loved by Lewis Capaldi,” Lily explained. 

“Really?” Gary asked, his brow furrowing, “I am learning so much right now. The king likes playing Candy Crush and likes Lewis Capaldi, is he a Billie Eilish fan too?” 

“Actually he does like to hum the tune to bad guy so maybe,” Lily shrugged. 

“So We’ve got a backing track to someone you loved,” Gary told her. 

Her brow furrowed, “Okay...Where is this going?”

“I think you know, little sis,” Leo grinned at her. 

“We’ve got it from good authority-” 

“Our brother,” Leo interrupted. 

“That his majesty is listening and we would like to know if you’d sing your dad's favourite song for his birthday? We’ve also got it on good authority that you haven't got him a present yet.”

She sighed, “I feel like i’m going to regret this: I’ll do it.” 

Lily put her headphones on, adjusting them so they were properly on her ears and Leo put his on too.  Lily scooted her chair closer to the table and leaned in a bit closer to the microphone. “Happy birthday dad.” 

The music started to play, Lily focusing on when the right time to jump in was. 

“I’m going under and this time i fear there’s no one to save me,” she started, singing into the microphone. 

“Wow,” she heard Gary mutter and she continued, focusing intently on what she was making her voice do, remembering all the tricks and techniques she learnt from her teacher. 

Finally she came around to the chorus, “Now, the day bleeds into nightfall and you’re not here to get me through it all, I let my guard down and you pulled the rug, I was getting kind of used to being someone you loved.” 

And then finally the song drew to a close and the both men applauded the young princess, who smiled gratefully at them, removing the bulky headphones.  

“That was a cover of Someone you loved by Lewis Capaldi from the extraordinary Princess Lily Rys!” Gary spoke into the mic. 

Lily was grinning widely, getting sidetracked when her phone dinged. She peeked at it to see a text from her boyfriend. 

Drake: You were amazing  😉

Which only caused her grin to grow wider.

[gumnut-logic]

👍😍    Please, please another chapter for ‘We’ll Be Home For Christmas’!!! I love that story, and I’ve so been waiting for another chapter! 🥰❤️💕💖    I check every night, and 😭 nothing yet. Are you still going on it?    Virgil is my absolute favourite and that story is so sweet with him and the 🐋!    * 🤞*

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I’m gonna answer this here as well as on Ao3 as there is a certain amount of guilt that needs explanation.

I have two fic priorities at the moment - We’ll be Home For Christmas & The Hero.

So why haven’t I written either of these?

Two reasons.

The first is that both are large fics. When I start a fic, I can write it anywhere, usually with any state of mind. When I say ‘anywhere’ I mean it. When I’m crazy nuts inspired I write before breakfast, in the car, at lunch, at McDonalds, on the couch, in the backyard, even at my desk occasionally which is where I’m sitting now, proper back support and everything.

Because starting a fic is easy.

Once I’m over halfway into a large fic, it starts getting harder. The reasons for this are many, but mostly include:

The need to keep track of the story and not forget major points,

The need to hit major planned story points - because beyond a certain size a fic starts needing a plan, no matter whether it started with one or not (We’ll Be Home For Christmas was a planned fic from before I even started as I needed to do a lot of research to even know what the hell I was writing - what do I know about boats or the ocean north of NZ?)

The need to keep any OC’s consistent and yeah, I have a couple more of those in that fic who weren’t initially planned ::waves at Sam and Liam::

The need to keep track of story threads so I can bring each of them to a proper solution and tie them all together

The need to put my own brain back into the correct mood to write in a consistent way with the rest of the fic - I have an entire suite of music tied to that fic to try and rein in my chaotic brain and keep it in the right headspace in order to have the characters feeling the way they are supposed to - in the last chapter or two, you may have noticed Scott went nuts - he wasn’t supposed to do that, canon!Scott altered my interpretation of him and he got anxious and worried and now I have to dig him out of it again ::sigh:: But as you can see, if I’m not careful the characters can lose consistency.

So, all of these factors slow down the writing process, because I go from being able to write anywhere to needing my note book, needing to concentrate more and needing to get the right mood. There is also a little less excitement and a little more hardwork, because I’ve usually got the story where it was going to go and know what is going to happen, so it requires more motivation to actually do it.

So yeah, the writing process changes and becomes something that needs allotted time - something I am generally short on (my blog header says I should be doing something else and it is not lying :D).

Also, when you throw a fickle mood and muse and even my health into the pot it makes it even harder. I spend the majority of my life bribing myself to do what I need to get done. It is my way of working around a stubborn brain that has the capability of absolutely refusing to do what I want to do and in the process making my life hell. It’s a compromise - I can’t push too hard or the brain will rebel and dig in hard and nothing will get done.

So, long fics switch to allocated time off work to sit down and concentrate.

This leaves all those moments where my muse, which comes up with ideas all the frickin’ time and demands things get written. Also the need to keep my blog alive, react to the latest episodes that just came out, various fic requests and prompts, the occasional inspirational spark that hits me up the head sideways - these things do not stop (except the episodes ::wails::). So I have to cater to little bits of writing that pull me over to the side of the road and demand they get written down. Sometimes these bits become monsters and end up on the allocated writing pile alongside my other wips and that’s when I start having problems. I was really actually quite proud of myself last year when Dirt sidetracked me off VT Green. I was terrified I was going to lose the thread of VT Green, but no, I managed to get back to it and mostly give it the justice it was due. For a kid who had the depressing and life forming statement shouted at her repeatedly through school ‘you never finish anything!’ I feel I’ve come a very long way. Yes, I have a few WIPs on my fic list, but MOST of my fics are complete. And I have to think positively that I will complete most of those still hanging. I do know they are there and they nag me from time to time.

But back to We’ll Be Home For Christmas. I love this fic. It introduced me to a place on this planet I had no idea even existed. I’ve made new friends through this fic. I’ve learnt soooo much through the research of this fic. I will finish this fic.

Work has been intense over the last few weeks as I have been building a website to a crazy deadline on top of my usual routine. This week it got so bad, I actually stopped writing completely. That hasn’t happened in a long time and is a sign that I’m overtaxing everything. When Nutty doesn’t create, things are not good (I create everyday, I have to). So I’m being very kind to myself at the moment. Next week is also going to be disrupted as I’m having dental surgery (yay for the revenge of the The Dentist fic, Virg got me back for that one) and will likely be incapacitated for a bit.

So when am I going to write this fic? Well, I’m on leave for six weeks, so I’m hoping to get my teeth into it asap. Now that Scott will hopefully be a bit calmer, I will have more time and can destress to get my head in the right space.

Anyway, the purpose of all this dribble (I obviously haven’t written in a while, cos look an essay ::headdesk::) is to explain that it is not as straight forward as it looks, and I am trying, and will do my best to write some more of this fic as soon as possible. It may look like I’m ignoring it with all the other bits of fic turning up, but I’m not. I just need to find the right headspace.

So yeah, the fic has not been abandoned, apologies for the delay, I will do my best. Thank you for trusting me with it and for your kind comments.

::hugs::

Nutty

(the hardest thing about being me, is living with me in this mess in my head)

[koiandjelly]

So Fila’s actual past isn’t very detailed, because she’s not a main OC, and I haven’t spent a ton of time actually thinking about her as a character lol. 98% of my Creativity goes to my original content characters, cuz someday when I finish actually crafting my worlds, I’m gonna write a book. I’m aiming for the lofty goals of making a full, fleshed out, intricate— just fuckin’... a whole ass Multiverse system comparable to the Lore content of Tolkien’s works, or The Elder Scrolls— gah fuck y’know what, I’m changing this post from being about my Fantasy Life OC to being about my creation baby, the effort of about 6 years (I am 20 years old, and although I didn’t know it at the time I started, I was 14 when I made the shitty Fire Emblem Manakete rip-off race that I’m gonna actually now talk about, because holy fuck this ain’t gonna fit in a parenthesis “btw have some info” bubble)

A’ight so I have a hard time keeping track of time, especially in a large scale across years. Apparently it’s related to being severely depressed without medication (communication error on my part, my parents are very lovely and helped me ASAP when I spilled the beans) while also having moderate to severe ADD. So, ya know, keep in mind that I was yet another terribly depressed 8th grader when I talk about my creation’s early days. I wouldn’t experience that time of my life for any sort of payment ever. It was goddamn miserable, because when I was midway through the age of 14, not only did the aforementioned depression spring up, but I also realized I was bisexual (And I live in the infamous state of Alabama, for reference. Don’t fear for me though, I was too unnoticeable to be bullied if anyone did know, and my wonderful mother, whom I love and cherish with all of my heart, is one of the few Christians that actually... like... do what their own God tells em to. That is, Jesus. I’m an atheist and have a general discomfort about the idea of super powerful entities actually existing irl, but I do agree with the stuff I’ve heard and remember from a decade ago in Church about Jesus. Good guy. But yeah my mom not only accepted me and reassured me when I came out, but she’s gone even further and is of the opinion/fact that lgbt folks are, really, good and normal and that God created them, so she really genuinely just... loves and accepts me. There’s no “I love you despite of this” in the equation and I am so grateful. But again. I digress)

Pause after that sidetrack, to recap, all of my medical issues began to emerge about 6 months before I turned 15. Including what I hate most, the emergence of my Fibromyalgia and Sjogren’s Syndrome, and for an added kick to the flesh, an undifferentiated connective tissue disorder. Meaning, as what I understand it to be, a nameless chimaera of many symptoms in a way that the disorder either is it’s own thing, or just can’t easily be recognized as any one disorder. And I had anxiety. If I recall correctly on *that*, forgive me cuz it’s been a while since it’s been diagnosed/brought up in a significant way, I have or had either general anxiety *and* social anxiety, or just lightweight versions of both, or something, but at the time I was horribly shy and I couldn’t even talk to the teacher after class about schoolwork, even though I tried rationalizing it to hell and back that I shouldn’t be scared— as you’ll guess, shit didn’t work out til I got medicine for it, because no amount of logic and rational thought will change the fact that I was struggling because of a literal disorder, an error of the brain, and as with that walking with two shattered femurs ain’t gonna work, trying to talk when the talk machine broke... ain’t going to goddamn work.

God. I am rambling a lot. But anyway, shit fucking sucked as a teen for me, because I got that wombo combo, prepare for trouble, make it double, precision strike at my existence as a person during fucking already difficult puberty— I am rambling. It’s 4:55am as of this sentence lmao. I had a nasty cocktail of both mental illness and physical disorders pop up once puberty hit me, so I, through many events starting from loving to draw as a toddler, to play pretend stories of heartbreak, betrayal, and death as best an 8 year old could understand via playing with Polly Pockets, and all the creative power I inherited from my Dad, plus the motivation borne through a need to escape, I started making my own characters.

So, to return to the present state of my creations, which will now be referred to as Bounding Beyond the Stars, or BBtS, I’m gonna get some things out of the way. Just to clarify, yeah? I have created my worlds in a way that is specifically meant to stand apart from the irl universe as we know it. I’m certainly not a knowledgeable researcher with any level of comprehension on Spacial law and quantum physics and shit like that. So hey, if something ever seems... like, off, or wrong? Unless it’s pretty obviously wrong in the “hey you just googled how a thing works, and misunderstood it, and made a detail based on a failure to understand stuff and that’s dumb in a catastrophic way that even a high school level viewer would notice...” kind of mistake, then hey, shoot me a message. But if some sort of universal rule seems fucky in the way that it doesn’t make sense, but isn’t a catastrophic structural error... well, Imma use that sentence to start a better one. For an example of a catastrophic error, perhaps... this: “This planet has no seasons cuz of its shape and axis! And it is also like twice as big as Earth!” That would be catastrophic alone because anyone with a grasp on planetary gravity or something, may go and think “if it’s that big, gravity’s gonna be way more intense”. And you’d be right! Which is why I usually account for those things with... *Magic*.

Before I split this post for Length reasons, and I’m sorry the majority of this was me rambling about how my general experience with life sucked from ages 14-17, I’mma state something very important about all my creations.

Magic, which will be explained in depth at a later point, is a fundamental, essential, and omnipresent force of not just any one universe in my Multiversal Trio. It is a key piece of Reality itself, as magic is the flow of many multiples of millions of unique and mysterious energies, concepts, and laws existing anywhere that Is.

To end this post, I’m going to put a quick summary and explanation why I’m rambling about any of this: The rant about my age and circumstances at the start are relevant because it’s necessary context for the tone and type of writing my creations are built upon. The foundations of BBtS are borne from a sometimes angsty, sometimes genuinely upset 14 year old who found escape in the art of Creation. There have been many, many, many heavy edits, rewrites, scrapped info and ideas, and even more info built upon it. It used to be pretty pointlessly edgy in a lot of ways, and redundant in grimdark, morphing into *grimderp* plot devices and character traits. The way it’s written today, I like to think the lore of my many high fantasy-alien societies, and all its denizens and creators and whatever else, are still written to be dark, be dangerous, even angsty... but more skillfully so, with the sort of nuance a 14 year old wouldn’t really even begin to understand. Cuz I still like high stakes stories with real consequences and character deaths when appropriate. And I enjoy characters who have tragic pasts, but now that I’m older and I’ve seen and read about and done so much more— I can write that stuff *better*. And more over, what I’m most satisfied with, is that I’m more in touch with myself as a person, and I’ve evolved many of my personal beliefs and ideals and all the things of the world I can have opinions on. But most of all, I’ve reached a point where I have consumed enough content from others to where I have figured out how to write something that should be interesting, and maybe a bit new, because I put a looot of Damn focus on identifying, and understanding, writing structure, cliches, plot holes to avoid, character traits to handle differently, and just generally making something that’ll appeal to both me, and my audience, should I get that far.

[vanaera]

Aera, hi! first of all let me tell you that looking forward to My time. and like, How are you? i read that uni is giving u a hard time, is everything good? i hope so. You asked me about what i think of HHA MBTI and let me tell you what happened hehe. I already had an idea and usually i take a guess based on the vibe lol. But, i really wanted to give a legit answer. So I spent the past few days restudying the theory intensely and rereading HHA which is funny because at the end what happened..1

was that i complicated things cuz I wanted to get the most accurate answer, until i convinced myself to just say what i think of lol. So, I haven't done this before and i hope to improve my analysis skills in the future but i wish my analysis will at least entertain you :D lets start with y/n since she came "clearer" to me. Initially, I thought that she gives a ESTJ/ENTJ vibes. What I'm so sure of is that she definitely has the (Te) function either as a dominant or auxiliary function...2 

Which gave me 4 choices, ESTJ, ISTJ, ENTJ, INTJ. In short, what made me think y/n have Te function aka extroverted thinking, is that it's about conveying thoughts using reason and logic while being unmoved by emotional appeals. Te loves to organize and structure and achieving goals oriented. Extroverted thinkers are assertive, direct, objective, have well researched arguments and would like to convince others of their thoughts. we can see all of that in y/n right? I would've loved to explain..3 

Let me tell you first that i decided that y/n is probably an ENTJ. I would've love to tell (in details, why) but knowing myself it's gonna be so long and messy. So, I'm just gonna explain (Why) lol. let me tell u one of the reasons why I eliminated ESTJ. This type generally when making decisions, they'll make it considering what's important at the moment while ENTJ will consider what's important in the long run. I don't know but y/n strikes me as a big picture person...4 

ESTJs have (Si introverted sensing) as their second function which is a one that's concerned with long term memory, organizing, duty, traditions, routine and learning through past experiences (not experimental). Honestly, this one caused me a lot of confusion of weather y/n is estj or entj. because, for entj, because of the absent of Si in their function set they tend to forget who they were in the past and because they're so focused on the future. while i view y/n as the big picture person...5 

I don't view her as the one to be disconnected from her past self. BUT, i don't know if she is Si user, she doesn't strike me as person that values traditions and routine so much. (I'd like to ask you more about this) what made me also think she's ENTJ is because of the other functions in the set (Te, Ni, Se, Fi) we talked about Te, Ni users (introverted intuition) often described as people with vision of what they want to bring to life. Se-extroverted sensing-is about learning through senses..6 

Se function is about learning through senses so people with this function in their dominant will be eager to experience all kind of stuff in life. In ENTJ case however, this function comes third indicating it's underdeveloped, but it's there, so it'll appear more later in life while entj is still growing up and experiencing more. my clue to find this function in y/n was the Bar scene:D. I think i'm gonna stop here with y/n cuz we still have Yoongi. but i wanna say that i spent one more day.. 

Thinking weather y/n is an ENTJ or INTJ.. I had clues in the story for both and since I'm not skilled/knowledgeable enough my head got messed up lol. So i decided to go with my gut feeling and the first choice that occurred to me which is ENTJ =) So, yeah. That's it -kinda- for our dear y/n. and now, for our yoongi, honestly i was a bit lost lol. He has a vibe, correct, but to several types based on my understanding of them lol So here's how it went....I forgot the number i stopped on*face palm*

perceiving functions (Sensing, intuition) tells you how do you perceive reality, while Judging functions (Feeling/ thinking) is how do you interact with the world and take action based on what you learned. So, if you're a judging type with J in the last it means that the "first extroverted" function in your set is either F/T 

Thinking or feeling. it is "the first extroverted function" because that either can be the dominant function or the second one and it's "extroverted" because that's what the others see from you. Okay I'm getting sidetracked here. what i want to say is that if someone is a P type, it means that his/her first extroverted function that orients them in the world is either Ne/Se which aren't about taking action, but gathering information. That's why P people appear as laid back while J people as.. more of an action takers. Okay, yoongi strikes me as a p type. So, the 8 types that ends with J are eliminated. what remains are ENFP, INFP, ESTP, ISTP, ENTP, INTP, ESFP, ISFP. right off the bat esfp, estp, entp, enfp are eliminated. I have a decent understanding of these types and i can tell yoongi isn't one of them. at least based on what i know. also, when i look at the functions, he's neither intp nor istp, so what remains are ISFP & INFP and i believe he's an ISFP... Also, i'd like to say that my elimination of the previous types was also based on what i read in HHT. Anyway, ISFP have (Fi, Se, Ni, Te) while INFP (Fi, Ne, Si, Te) quite close right?.. what made me decide immediately he's an isfp in the beginning is because of the "Se". the scene in particular that led me to it is when he was describing the prom. he seemed to take things through his senses. and somewhere in the story he said "I like learning the actual stuff in real time" which seems to me Se. Fi, introverted feeling is concerned with values, individualism, seeks inner harmony and strong sense of self, it is "what's important". yoongi appears to me to be all that. Also, for hi, being an isfp, in the general description of ISFP type, it quite describes yoongi. They're quite mysterious, can be difficult to get to know on the deep level. listeners, emotional individuals, sensitive, warm. What sets infp from isfp for me, is that infp appears to be more concerned with world problems.. may be more developed especially yoongi since i view him as pretty much matured and more in tune with himself. and yeah i studied the persona theory. psychology is pretty much an interesting field, and i love the way i see its impact in your stories. one of the reason why your stories are special to me. and of course i would notice what i noticed. there's more and i feel like i could talk to you about it all day lol. This ask box is too small :p.. anyway, stay safe and healthy! and good luck! 3>

Oh my god, Aseel, you did a very in-depth MBTI analysis of The Heart Holiday!Yoongi and OC! This freaking shook me up 🤯😲. I don't know much about doing MBTI analysis. I just effing answer quizzes bc I love answering personality quizzes asdfghjkl. So thank you for this quick crash course about this! I love it and omygod I learned so much from you!! 😆😍😚 I had to google more about the MBTI functions bc of this! (sorry I'm not that much of a smart bean yet)

First off, your analysis of THH!OC and Yoongi are so good! You hit Yoongi on point being an ISFP! He's laidback, a good listener, and has a strong sense of his self! He can be mistaken as an extrovert bc of how well he does with people, too. You're also right about THH!OC having NTJ as her dominant functions! However, I think she's more of an introvert than an extrovert! Hinted by the fact her only friend in the office before the whole arrangement with Yoongz was Mina and that OC is very awkward in dealing with other people (the scene with Yoona, Jeff, and Seojoon while she waits for Yoongi to finish work and the lunch scene with the 3 goofballs). And to answer your q, THH!OC values traditions! With the way she's appalled by Yoongi's "makeup" date with her at a streetfood stand, to the fact Y/N is a hell of a conformist (she's The valedictorian of their HS and A cum laude in uni **me lowkey be like "Y/N, teach me your ways"**). But anyway, you still manage to get INTJ for this baby and omg you're so good!!!

I've never really put much thought in my character's MBTI types bc I just practically sprinkle a bit of my characteristics, desires, fears, and insecurities among them. I'm an INFJ, myself, and I couldn't believe some parts of myself could make ISFP and INTJ characters! What I only do know as when I was writing THH, I was inspired to make a story of two fumbling introverts. I usually come across romance stories with characters who are polar opposites of each other. Although there's nothing wrong with that (and omg I have a vERY weak, WEAK spot for this dynamic), I wondered what would it be like if I wrote about two introverts with so much similarities yet also a lot of differences with each other? So boom trulala, The Heart Holiday was born. Jk, there's actually more factors that led me into writing THH than just that, I think I'll go over them next time bc that is gonna be another massive text post.

Anyway, to have my stories be special to you...is an HONOR, ma'am 🥺. When I started writing here, I didn't expect anyone will actually read the things I write, much less let them occupy some place in their hearts. So having you impressed, much less touched, by my stories is a dream come true, hon 🥺. You're right, this ask box is too small bc I want to give you a massive thank you message much grander than this and I don't think tumblr's ask box can hold it (and also bc I wanna hug you, but bc we're kinda timezones apart, here's a virtual hug instead 🤗💗). Thank you for all the love and support, Aseel. Even if I don't think I deserve them, your words help me believe that I can 💕💞

[fortheloveofeos]

Batteries

Hi everyone!

this is my first post and I really hope you love it. Enjoy this awkward Prompto piece with my oc that I am way too excited for. Maybe you shall see more of her if you like?

Hope you enjoy!

XXX

The early morning sun had only just begun its relentless shining onto the campsite. If only the four young men would have opted to pitch the tent at the haven closer to the mountain side, they could have slept in. For once. But, as Iggy always says, “the early bird gets the worm.”

“Five more minutes,” grumbled the sleepy prince as his adviser roughly shook him in attempts to wake him. He had always been a hard sleeper.

Prompto, angry and already tired from the very few hours of sleep they had managed, sent a rough kick into the prince’s thigh from his position in the sleeping bag beside him. Of course, there was little force behind the movement. This only earned a quick flash of the his best friend’s middle finger before he rolled over and pretended to be asleep once again.

Gladio was up next and dressed in a few moments - he only pulled on his pants and left his shirt off. Just another usual morning. The smell of a fresh and warm breakfast was making rounds through the small tent by now and Ignis warned the others once more that he wouldn’t wait for them. Unable to listen to any more nagging, Gladio picked the still sleeping Noctis up and threw him over his shoulder. Prompto was hot on his heels as they headed for their makeshift table.

Ignis had really outdone himself this time: fresh berries, scrambled eggs, toast, and hot tea waited for them. Only once the food was before him did Noctis bother stirring. The four ate quickly and it near silence, the only conversation pertaining to the plans for the morning. They had found another set of dog tags that needed returning to Dave. Ignis insisted on stopping to buy more curatives and ingredients, Prompto needed new batteries for his camera, and Gladio was sure they had managed to rip the rain guard of the tent.

“It looks like we’re making a trip into the city today after dropping off the tags,” Noctis mumbled around bites of food.

Excited at the prospect of sleeping in an actual bed in the city, the four broke camp quickly before piling into the Regalia and heading towards the next outpost. Noctis dialed Dave’s number, making sure he would be waiting for them. The quicker they made it into Lestallum the better. Luckily, Dave picked up on the second ring. Unfortunately, he was dealing with some sort of Hunter problem at Hunter HQ but promised to have someone else meet them once they got to the city. Satisfied, the made a b-line for Lestallum.

They arrived just after lunch. Gladio headed straight for the Cup Noodles vendor. The other three picked up something from a street vendor before claiming a table in the shade.

“Who are we supposed to be meeting?” Prompto asked Noctis. They needed to make sure the tags found their way home. They hadn’t been easy to find and all four of the adventurers knew just how important they were.

“Didn’t say,” Noctis sighed leaning back in his chair. He felt better than he had in days with a full stomach relaxing in the shade. “He just said that a hunter would meet us. I guess we just wait and he will find us.”

Ignis pushed up the frame of his glasses. “Seems a bit risky. Perhaps you should call Dave back and be sure. We can always return them directly to him -”

“We’re taking the day off, Iggy.” Gladio stretched back into his chair. “It’s been a long time since we relaxed at all and we need to take care of a few things.”

Prompto nodded, his blonde hair falling into his crystal blue eyes. “Dave’s a trustworthy guy. I’m sure he knows what he’s doing.” It was clear from his barely contained excitement that he wasn’t about to give up their night at the Leville.

With a sigh, Ignis nodded. “Alright,” he resigned. “I’m going to set off into the market and have a look at the vegetables. I would like to get the shopping done as quickly as possible. We still need to figure out our next move.” Always business, Ignis parted with his friends in search of the best ingredients.

The three remaining men split up soon after, opting to meet back at the hotel that evening. With his camera hung around his neck, Prompto set off to find a new set of rechargeable batteries. The last set had sort of shorted out thanks to some oozing demon and its grabbiness. He was just thankful the camera had survived.  

It didn’t take long for him to become sidetracked when he spotted a vendor at the market who sold handmade camera straps among other novelty items. When he informed the young photographer that he could even paint a custom design by request, Prompto knew he was done for. He had almost decided on a strap painted with the Crown City skyline when someone called out to him.

“I guess you must be one of the guys I’m looking for.” Prompto glanced over his shoulder to find a young woman with cautious violet eyes and incredibly long red hair pulled over one shoulder. The daggers strapped to her waist told him she was a hunter and her body language said she meant business.

Prompto swallowed hard before nodding. “D-Dave send you?” He stammered. Six, why did he have to be so damn awkward. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck hoping she didn’t notice.

She nodded, one gloved hand resting on her hip. “You got the tags?”

“Not me, but my friend does. We’re supposed to meet at the hotel soon. Let me call him and I can take you to meet him.” He hastily dialed his best friend’s number before taking the hunter to meet him. She was careful, walking a few paces behind Prompto. Her eyes constantly scanned the crowd around them as if ready for a fight to break out at any moment.

Despite her paranoia, Prompto couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful she was. Her hair burned like fire in the fading sunlight, only making the light dusting of freckles across her cheeks more prominent. They were much lighter than his own. In fact, if he hadn’t been looking at her so closely he might have missed them. She wore a dark blue tank top and black shorts, a red flannel tied around her waist. A bandana was wrapped around her left bicep in a similar fashion to the one around his right. A shining silver hoop ran through her right nostril and a beautiful tattoo of a bird drew his attention to the sleeve on her right arm. Despite the thick, heavy combat boots that protected her shins, she walked silently. Judging from her strong, lean build, Prompto imagined she could do some damage. Still, she was one of the few female hunters he had met. And she was young - probably around his own age.

His friends waited outside the hotel and Prompto waived as they came into view. Prompto introduced her to his friends but awkwardly paused when he realized he didn’t know her name.

“Estella,” she supplied for him. “My dad said that you boys had come across a set of tags and asked that I return them home.” She eyed each of them in turn as she introduced herself.

“Dave is your dad?” Prompto asked shocked once the pieces fell into place in his mind. He had never pictured Dave with a daughter. Definitely not with one so…beautiful.

Gladio shook his head before stretching an arm to scratch the back of his head. Prompto couldn’t help the slight anger he felt as he realized that his friend was attempting a trade mark move to show off his muscles. “Didn’t imagine Dave having a daughter.” A smirk accompanied his gruff reply.

“I am quite surprised,” Ignis agreed. His sharp green eyes studied her for a moment before he gave a small nod as if he had come to some sort of a conclusion.

Noctis seemed as indifferent to her presence as always. “How did you know it was us?”

Estella shrugged, moving her hair off her shoulder. It fell nearly down to the waistline of her shorts. “Told I was looking for a group of four guys wearing all black and driving a real fancy car. I saw it parked by the lookout so I knew you were in the city already.” She fumbled with the set of tags around her own neck, pulling them out from within her tank top. They were all shocked when she pulled out several extra sets, each representing a fallen hunter. “I’ve got to return a few others.”

Satisfied, Noctis handed over their most recent find. “See that they make it home.”

“Of course,” she smiled and added them to the others around her neck. “Keep an eye out for any others,” Estella added and tucked them back into her shirt.

“Y-yeah. Of course,” Prompto coughed into his hand in hopes of covering his stutter. “Be s-safe out there.” If she noticed his floundering, Estella made no indication

She offered him a smile that he would’ve sworn should have only been possible from a goddess. Prompto’s heart skipped a beat and he was forced to swallow the lump in his throat. “Nothing safe about Hunting.” Her laugh sounded like hundreds of musical bells somehow ringing in perfect harmony.

She offered a wave, black fingernails flashing as she made her way back towards the main road into the city. Prompto couldn’t help but capture her silhouette against the fading evening sky, her hair burning as if truly on fire.He didn’t have to pull it up on the camera’s screen to know it was his favorite picture yet.

“We had best keep our eyes out for any more dog tags,” Ignis casually pushed up his glasses. He stared after her a moment before turning back to the others. “I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of Ms. Estella.

A stupid smile was plastered against the photographers face and he made no attempt to stop it. He could only hope they would be seeing her sooner rather than later.