#but my ass that looks at the hour constantly when im out to calculate how many hours i have left on it gets rib pain??

[bugflies00]

has anyone else gotten this problem where like. ive had my binder (spectrum) since spring last year and i never had any problems with it for months. i didnt have to size up because my dimensions were exactly one size in particular . i wear it every day but never more than 8-9 hours like is recommended (i put it on at the very last minute before leaving my house and take it off the moment i get home i cant do much better than that), i have a day a week where i dont wear it bc sports, and on weekends i often dont wear it at all apart from like a dinner outside . like just in general i only wear it to go out and not at home . so i'd say im pretty much following all the safety stuff ? but for the past month or so ive been getting rib pain . so i thought i just needed a break which was a good coincidence bc i had like 2-3 weeks at home where i wore it essentially like maybe once . and now im back in school except . it still hurts when i wear it for a while ? im so confused like i thought giving it a rest was what i needed and i thought 3 weeks would be ample time? and it's not like my ribs have . Expanded? i dont think ive gained any weight either so like . why would i need to move up a size. and its kind of a problem because a) getting a binder at all was a hassle without my parents knowing so getting a 2nd one owuld be . Complicated b) i really really hope i havent fucked up my ribs somehow bc idk how i'd explain that to my parents??

[tj-shmt]

A Day of Curation

Unless its Wednesday, it should be around 11am right now when i get up. First things first, put in my headphones and go get some good music! Its Monday - time to listen to my Discover Weekly playlist, which Spotify usually tailors perfectly to my tastes.

1. 🎶 SPOTIFY 🎶

Fun fact - this weeks "Discover Weekly" suggs. Usually I get the best music from there. I don't really recall the last time any of my friends really showed a song I didn't already know or was adequately good. Tho, I have to give Amelie some credit here, she constanly hits me with great Spanish tunes. (Also to Jasi and Safae which hit me up with some dope music from time to time) I mostly get inspiration from (sad to say but its true) tik tok or by randomly shazaming the world. I also really hate to limit myslfe to music i understand. On the contrary I LOVE LOVE LOVE music arround the world. Trust me i hear Tibetian Throat Singing to Russian Electro and even Islandic and Nativ American Tribal Music. To give you an impression of how important music consumption is for me:

Last Year i spent a total of 210 441 minutes on spotify alone. That is about 9 Hours a day. The average person uses Spotify for about 18 000 minutes a year. (My friend took the freedom to calculate how much money Spotify "looses" by my consumption. i pay $30 a year an Spotify gives $0,004891 per stream to the creator. An average of 3 minutes per song (70.000 streams) means spotify pays $342.37 to the creators. Thats $312.37 of deficit LOL)

Apart form that i cant really give Spotify a certain schedule when i listen to it cuz i listen to it all the time. During gaming, during coding, laundry, gym, work, class, before sleep. ✨Always✨

2. 💬 WhatsApp 💬

There is nothing better than sleeping for an eternity while everyone is already awake for probably 4 or more hours, working! *laughs in privileged design student* Since everyone is already living its live while I still drool, I gotta get up to date in the morning. Before i even leave bed, i checke my messages there. Similar to Spotify, I use WhatsApp the whole day and can't really tell when I would not use it. Except, my phone is always on silent (casual zennial phone call phobia) meaning i wont notice anything while zoning out or gaming (which usualy is the same).

3. 👨‍🏫 TEAMS 👩‍🏫

Yeah Yeah i can already hear it. "You wake up 5 minutes before class withouth breakfast or anything..." - bla bla bla. Yeah that is the case! I would usuly go on teams and enter the classroom, while preparing a breakfast (if you can call it breakfast after 12) sit down at my desk and listen to class. Causally everything that is too theoretical with music and whatsapp. Other classes that are interesting I`ll put my full attention to it.

But i hate teams in gerneral. Not cuz its sh**, no, usualy people that do their clases there have a weird way of using it. Finding material or looking up homeworks is such a struggle sometimes. (Props to you Kevin here, I have never seen anybody using teams in such a clean and struktured way than you do. Even tho you dont neccesarily use it as it was meant to be. (which might be the turning point on why its great))

4. 📺 YouTube 📺

Yup YouTube is usually the place to go after (sometimes during (I NEVER SAID THAT!)) class.

Actually, YouTube is the place to go for me. Relaxation, Entertainment, knowledge - anything! After class I'd usually watch "Cut" or other channels that produce let's plays or entertainment of some sort.

But it's also THE place to go during coding. I rather listen to Lofi or (Slowed, Reverbed) Music that doesnt really distract me. ALSO, during coding watch A SH*TLOAD OF TUTORIALS, cuz I am proud selftaught Zennial. #BestOfBothWorlds

5. 👨‍🍳 CHEFKOCH 👨‍🍳

I love to try new things and I constantly stalk the web for new recipes. Lately a lot of Asian and Vegan stuff. Chefkoch is the app to go where i also write down my own recipes to have them with me all the time. Great thing here is, i share this account with all my family members (currently 13, including my mom, aunts, other relatives). Great way to share the secret family recipes at any time!

(Cant recommend the recipe in the img, tho!)

6.🏐 ADDIDAS TRAINING🏐

Unlike all my sporty friends that used to hit the gym before covid and not got lazy, I started to use Training Apps like Addidas Training with its free Workout plans. I use it regularly and am happy i finally found a way to stay sporty.

7. ⌨️ VS CODE ⌨️

Its either Visual Studio Code, where I would code on my current project, or gaming. As mentioned above, I would get most of the inspiration from tutorials or using dev tools on different platforms.

8. 🎤 DISCORD 🎮

I´ll use Discord as a general term for Gaming since I play a lot but many different games, tho, always use discord to communicate with my freinds while gaming.

A great place to share random BS with friends and talk about anything that comes to my mind. I spent most of the evenings on Discord with my friends. Always did, in fact. Maybe the reason why I don't really feel so affected by the pandemic. I am used to being separated from my friends since they live all over Germany or the world in general. I always enjoy Online Live Events WITH my friends.

For me the web as always been a "with" not an "alone", which is why I never understand why so may struggle with feeling "alone" on live events online. JUST GRAB A FRIEND AND DISCOVER IT ✨TOGETHER✨!

9. 📼 DISNEY+ / NETFLIX 📼

Since I use both the same amount there is not thos or that. I never Really let anybody recommend me anything, cuz ... trust me, I WON'T watch it. IDK why that is, but I need a specific mood for each show. And nobody but myself can provide that. Probably why most ove the algorithms (esp Netflix) do not have an effect on me. I'm not in the mood for your ****, sorry!

Never the less, i periodically Binge a Series and then feel empty after it ended. Then i need some time to face reality again.

Funny tho, I binged Starwars Rebels on Disney+ and after it ended i just decide to buy 4 books on amazon that expand the story to starwars (#nerd i know). I will spend the next few months reading and probably not watching anything on both Streaming services.

10. 🤤 TIKTOK 🌈

... YUP.... I grew up with vine ... but TikTok got me. And honestly I don't regret it. It's the perfect algorithm that constantly finds the best videos that feed my thirsty queer ass. I mean ...

LOOK AT THE IMG ABOVE. YES, give me more....!

Its prolly not good for my digital wellbeing or my mental health but do I care at the moment..? noooooo...

Just give me more of Starwars Parodies, Sleepwalkers, Best off's of streamers, Queer content (cuz its time this heteronormativity world is fed with it! and no i do not indentify as anyting, im just the + at the very far end!) and yeah, even some sexy content if the creator feels good about it.

AND DONT YOU GIVE ME THAT SIDE EYE OF JUDGEMENT HERE - WE ALL THIRST FROM TIME TO TIME!

TOODLES!

[unholyplumpprincess]

Guys My Age

Summary: Octavio blows off his legs in the ring, again. Ajay needs time to fix them up- about two weeks. That is absolutely unacceptable for a man who needs to constantly be on the move. Bugging Alexander should be a fun time, right? OR. In which: Octavio and Alexander high key are pining for each other and sexual tensions finally bring us to this moment.

(Older content)

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Caustic/Octane

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Octane has hella body mods, mutual pining

Words: 5k

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It had been a great match! Truly! Octane had held the lead as kill leader for a good portion of it, delighting in the rush of being on the watch list for other champions and newbies alike. He was much more interesting in bouncing around from place to place, sprinting ahead of the group and listening to Caustic hiss in his communicator to get his ass back and stick with the squad.

Especially when there was only the two of them, as the newbie said they could do this themselves, and well. Poof! Off and gone and probably lying in a ditch somewhere until the dropship would get them and transport them to the med bay.

Octane didn’t worry too much about it, too much in his own brain than to listen to Caustic’s deep voice.

Every time he hissed for him to get back there, he’d laugh back. “What? I get the feeling you’re starting to like me, amigo.” Only to be met with silence back in his ear until Caustic caught back up and would haul him to cover so they could at least hunker down somewhere.

Each touch felt like electric- not that Octane would admit it. Or be the first to admit it, that was.

~Rest under the cut~

Caustic was a hard ass in the ring, everyone knew that. He used it as his personal lab to experiment new toxins on champions, newbies, the wildlife- it didn’t matter. Octane shouldn’t have felt a thing for him, but he was so vicious in his speech and his mannerisms. Hauling Octane over his shoulder when he was in danger even if Octane could do it himself and do it twice- no. Thrice as fast!

But, when he picked on the big guy, all he got in reply were grumbles, telling him to shut up and focus on the match. Victory was just around the corner.

Couldn’t help himself sometimes, could you blame him?

Admiring the back of Alexander and sighing wistfully. Sure those layers hid pretty much all of him- but Octavio could tell that that man was built. Not full of muscle like Gibraltar- no that guy was PACKED. But Alexander was strong with a soft tummy and- wait what were they doing again?

RIGHT! Right the match. Right. Fighting- where's Caustic?

That’s about right when he hears it. The ticking underneath his body and then the familiar heat of pain searing his lower half and the sound of one of his legs busting from the explosion.

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Alexander isn’t pleased when they’re in the med bay. They’d been the top three of squads, but with only two people they were doomed from the start. Or at least, that’s what Octavio heard him grumble in annoyance about. Doesn’t even check on him- the bastard.

The explosion leaves him with one leg, Ajay wouldn’t be able to make him another until two weeks out. TWO WHOLE WEEKS! And not only that, but she needed his still intact leg to calibrate the new one! UGH.

Which meant boredom. For two weeks. Now that had to be a joke. But, no.

So, he’s sent home on Ajay’s watchful and annoyed gaze feeling more like a damsel in distress than a legend out of commission for the time being. The compound is quiet when he makes his way to his apartment, sitting on his couch and pouting.

It takes not forty-eight hours before he caves. His wheelchair becomes his act of vengeance for the confinement of his room. The halls in the middle of the night are heard of him sliding up and down the halls laughing to himself. No one seems amused, but no one can really stop him either.

It takes a total of seventy-two hours before he’s texting. And boy, does he text. Fingers flying over the keys to anyone who will be stupid enough to reply.

He’s lounging on his couch in a pair of sponsored black and green boxers that are cut short to show the cut off edges of his thighs, only enough to wrap hands around to feel them, still strong from the help of Ajay’s inventions. They can only lift ever so much when he tries to move them by themselves, frustrated at the lack of ability to run around and get rid of extra energy. A black crop top is fit snug to show off his abdomen, his mask long since discarded for comfort.

His black hair was shaved into an undercut, left longer on top with a few inches left to the length. A green streak zipping through the fluffy mess. Piercings covered his ears and a scar through the arch of his left brow. His eyes frantically zipped over the screen of his phone, a vivid hue of green to his irises as much as his favorite color. He bites his bottom lip, feeling his snake bites and sliding his tongue over his teeth just to feel his tongue stud nudge and click against them.

He’s got Alexander wrapped up in conversation. At least, that’s what he tells himself he’s got. It’s more like he’s writing paragraph after paragraph about how bored he is, about how he wishes he could have some FUN, do something. And Alexander is replying with ‘ok’ like he’s an ancient father who doesn’t know how to text.

It’s not like Octavio should know that he’s pissing him off. It’s not like he would care if he was, either. Nothing would become of it, even if he wanted something to. To feel that man’s fingers wrapped around his throat, nails biting into sensitive flesh, oh that would be thrill enough to satisfy him for weeks. Or, well, minutes at the very least.

It isn’t until his fourth back to back text without Alexander responding does he pick up something is wrong.

O: cmon man im soooooooooo bored see how many os there are

O: just bring some booze or smth

O: please alex just help ur amigo out

O: now ur just being rude

All back to back with little read symbols next to them. Dick.

He’s hopeful he’s coming, but there’s something about the aura shift that tells him maybe he should have shut up a little bit ago. Alexander had a key, Octavio didn’t need to worry about him busting down the door because he didn’t answer it. Or maybe he’d given up on responding and just automatically started clicking on them just to shut up Octavio? Nah, he was a dick, but he wouldn’t leave a guy on read.

Right?

Oh come on, that was even crueler!

Just as he’s about to send his fifth text, there’s a noise at the door. A jerk of the knob makes his heart jump in his throat, pulling himself onto his elbows before the lock is turned.

In the doorway is Alexander himself, some nice casual wear on him of a v neck black t-shirt, jeans, and a black jacket thrown over everything. He looked decent- but boy did he look pissed. Octavio hardly has time to eye him up before the door is slammed and locked again.

“Ah! Alex! Finally- jeez I thought you gave up on me!” Octavio’s smile is bright and cheeky, eyes narrowing in delight as he sees Alexander’s look.

Alexander’s jaw is set tight. Octavio hardly got to see him without that damned gas mask in the way, revealing a salt and pepper beard, his hair pushed back but a few strands curling onto his round, freckled and liver spotted face. His lips look chapped but Octavio nearly bites his own at the thought of them pressing up his neck.

Not the time when he’s mad at you.

Upon no response, he flops back onto his back and makes a waving motion. Not feeling the calculated stare on his face and hair, something Alexander had seen briefly in rings before when Octavio had to pull his mask up, but never his full face, sans goggles and everything. It was...pleasant to see.

“Make yourself at home, compadre.” Octavio says nonchalantly, not taking note to the stare on his lips as his own eyes shut as if he’s trying to block out the company. When he’d just been rearing to go on the phone.

He still is. His fingers tapping insistently on his toned stomach, body seeming to bounce in place without the aid of his legs to get rid of the itch to move. Octavio isn’t stupid, he knows when something is off- and Alexander not taking a bite at him counted as something off.

He opens his acidic green eyes once again, only to be face to face with said man studying him like he’d been nothing more than an insect. Or perhaps a kitten with the fondness in his eyes.

Octavio only grins ear to ear, showing off dimples and sharp canines. “Ey, take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Perhaps not how he wanted his last words to be, because in that instant his hair is grabbed and he’s suddenly jerked.

A yelp he’d deny later leaves his lips, shouting out ‘Hey hey hey!’ like trying to soothe an angered animal as he’s lifted, like he weighed nothing, from around his waist. He’s pretty sure Alexander is going to chuck him out the window or destroy his phone but- then he’s...he’s sitting.

Sitting and putting Octavio in his lap. A firm hand in his hair still, keeping Octavio’s head to the side and back to expose his neck. His heart starts pumping, feelings mixing hard together, but two stand out the most.

Adrenaline- the adrenaline he’d been wanting to feel for days now. And pure want, molten lava heat blossoming in his belly as his eyes flutter to the rough treatment.

“Stop. Talking. You have been insistent that I show my presence here, and now you are going to listen to me this time. Got it?” The way Alexander speaks is calm and calculated, but there’s this edge, a bit of a tilt to it. Something not quite anger- desire, maybe? Octavio doesn’t get to think long on it when his hair is jerked and he gasps out.

“Yes! Yes, yes, si!” His voice is rushed, hurried, as if he couldn’t say it quick enough. He’s practically vibrating in Alexander’s lap, lack of legs driving him insane by now. Especially because only Alexander’s grip could keep him afloat atop him right now. One hand gripped in his hair the other grabbing onto a hip.

Octavio’s scarred thigh tissue doesn’t bug him when all he can do is essentially wiggle them. Splayed out across Alexander’s lap- open like this? Oh, this was better than any drug hit straight to the bloodstream. The utter power behind those hands, calloused and near making him groan when a thumb brushes so sweetly over the skin of his hip, just barely skimming the stud to a hip dermal exposed over the top of his boxers.

“Good.” Alexander says after a moment before Octavio feels lips brush over his pulse line.

It should have been sweet, could have been too, but then teeth dig in sharply. He inhales just as sharp, body jerking and hands going up to grip at the other man’s shoulders. Digging his nails in as a dark bruise is sucked into his flesh.

He breathlessly laughs at the rush running through his veins as his hair is pulled tighter until his neck is strained and more exposed. He would have taken Alexander to be an old-fashioned sorta guy, take him out to dinner and then talk his ear off about experiments. Not show up at his door and absolutely ravish his neck in hickeys.

Octavio’s hard already, dark lashes fluttering when the hand at his hip drags him forward against something that is unmistakably the other’s dick. Wow, and he was going to make a joke about Viagra. Unfortunately, it seems Alexander knew him all too well because the hand gripping his hair and straining his neck slides down to his throat instead. Mouth pulled away and there’s a slight pressure on his neck.

Just hard enough to get him to grin brightly to show sharp canines and roll himself challengingly forward into his grip.

The hand on his hip jerks him forward then pulls him back once again. Without the balance of his leg muscles, Octavio would have fallen flat trying to hump Alexander as much as he’d like to, like a starving dog. The scientist is careful about keeping a tight enough grip. The hand on his throat going to the nape of his neck and Octavio falls forward without much other prompting.

Arms wind around broad shoulders, his face buried into the crook of Alexander’s neck and feeling his pulse racing as hard as his own is. Alexander’s breaths are heavy and deep, while Octavio is much higher pitched, whinier and trying to get his partner to speed up the process.

“C’mon- you’re going to slow! Speed it up, c’mon, c’mon-” His voice is a near sob dropping at the end syllable when Alexander growls at him in return.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” His voice is deep, his eyes monitoring Octavio for just a moment to see if he’d say anything else.

Pulling him back just enough to see the glassy eyes and flushed face of the smaller man who looks about love sick when he nods agreeably in return. “Good. Do not make me remind you a third time. You are at my mercy until otherwise you change your mind.”

An offering. An opening. That if Octavio wasn’t comfortable, he need only say the word and he’d be off the hook.

He opens his mouth to say something about hurrying up, but upon Alexander’s narrowing eyes, he shuts it again in favor of whining low in his throat to sound pathetic. Bouncing as best as he could to try and get friction and when all he gets is a chuckle, he just about cries.

Well...Until Alexander is gripping the back of his head and shoving their mouths together.

It’s not the most romantic of kisses, but his hands fly to grip Alexander’s salt and peppered hair. Twisting fingers within it to keep him firmly right there and earning a grunt from the older man when his teeth sink into his chapped bottom lip. The groan is enough to allow Octavio a boost of confidence, licking his way into the other’s mouth until both are sighing with pleasure.

There’s...a mutual, unspoken thing here. Octavio can feel it in the way the control of Alexander’s grip flutters towards the curve of his waist instead. How he’s held tenderly instead of bruising. He expected hard and fast, wham bam thank you ma’am.

But there’s a new heat, a new feeling shared between them as he’s pulled forward- not in search of pleasure, but in seek of body to body touching. It’s romantic- it could be, at the very least.

If, you know, both of them weren’t hard and Octavio also didn’t taunt him until he came over with the wrath of God in his eyes.

There’s a sharp sensation in his side from nails digging in, but Octavio is much more interested in discovering how Alexander’s mouth curves in pleasure when he moans into his mouth instead. He could laugh at how easily the scientist could be interested in such simple noises, but he’s truly thrown for a loop when the bigger of the two suddenly lifts Octavio up. Straight up, as if he’s a rag doll.

It’s...kind of hot.

Lips separated, he uses his hands to grasp at Alexander’s hair and pulls to elicit a growl from him. Octavio laughs, naturally amused by his pain until his briefs are ripped off in one go and he’s set back in the older man’s lap unceremoniously.

There’s a pause where Octavio opens his mouth to yell, but obediently shuts it when he’s given a look. He shivers briefly, left in his crop top as his cock bobs back onto his abdomen. A small bead of pre-cum sticking to the warmed flesh there.

His cock has got a nice lean to it, a nice weight and thickness. He’s a nice six inches in length, thick with a few barbells on the underside of his dick going up in four silver barbells of a Jacob’s ladder. The head is flushed a warmed rosy color, shiny from pre-cum, prominent veins against his naturally tanned olive flesh. Silver barbells stick out on the V lines of his hips too, hip dermal piercings with a tuft of soft black curls resting at the base of his cock.

Alexander would never admit how beautiful he was. Now with hands rested on his broad shoulders and the daredevil’s head bowed almost in embarrassment- but judging by his quickened breath he likes it. Especially when Alexander grips his bare hips, digging him downwards into his clothed cock just to hear the younger let out a rush of a breath in arousal.

Alexander wasn’t normally...much on touchy feely sex. He’d come here mad, planned on shoving the brat’s face into the couch and taking him hard and fast and leaving him wanting more. But something’s there- something he needed to reevaluate at another time once said brat lets out a bit of a laugh now. “Gonna just stare or are you gonna keep going, amigo?”

“Thought I told you to shut your mouth?” Is his easy reply back, voice deep and vibrating through his chest. The way it affects Octavio is one to note, the full body shiver and challenging gaze like asking what he was going to do about it.

He should just use the brat like a sex toy, bounce him on his cock with no prep. He’s sure Octavio would like that, he already is flushed head to toe, squirming in his lap, looking to start a fight. So full of energy and rearing to go.

He feels so good on him too, but...

With a switch decision, he moves Octavio. Pulling the couch’s throw pillows so he could rest Octavio’s head and abdomen on the pillow beneath him. Octavio makes a confused noise as he’s flipped onto his abdomen and out of his lap, about to complain until he feels his hips being pulled up.

One arm goes under his waist to keep him up, allowing his cock to brush the hairy and strong forearm around him. It’s a teasing friction that makes him arch, but then another is grabbing at his ass. Shapely from running around, he’ll admit. But then one cheek is pulled apart and oh-

Oh.

Oh!

Wetness brushes over his hole, a warm swipe of a tongue. He’s never- no one’s ever. Oh. He doesn’t know whether to be embarrassed more over the act or that he likes it.

“Ah-” He starts to moan, cut off as he crosses his arms under his head and buries his mouth into them. Normally he liked his partners to know how good he felt, running his mouth. But judging by the sharp nails digging into his flesh, that wasn’t wise to do.

It’s a curious motion, licking, swiping before lips come into play. Open mouthed kisses over his entrance, a tongue peeking in and swiping upwards before a finger comes into play. Already pre slicked with saliva and a hand cheekily grabbing his balls briefly before sliding up over his perineum and making its way inside.

He groans faintly, and he swears he feels a grin with the mouth pressed onto one of his cheeks. Biting gently and making Octavio jerk from the motion.

One finger becomes two, then three. Scissoring him as his cock leaks pre-cum and jerks against nothing. He tried seeking friction, hips trying to bounce, but the arm keeps him firmly in place until he’s left sobbing. Keening for more as Alexander twists his fingers smoothly and presses upwards. Massaging against his prostate as he sucks hickeys into the man’s thigh and hip.

“Fuck me! Come on- come on stop teasing! Just fuck me-” He’s so full of gusto. Bucking his hips, squirming, before it ends with a choked sob when fingers stab upwards into the bundle of nerves.

Octavio feels pathetic- has never felt so pathetic or so small during sex before. He liked switching often enough, but this? This was a new experience for him to be so...well, submissive and obedient.

He knows he shouldn’t talk, but he can’t help it. Talking was in his nature. Running his mouth a mile a minute but he’s spared this time at least.

Alexander sits back on the couch and he’s pulled into his broad lap. Rendered useless yet again as he’s held. Their cocks press together, and Octavio takes the time to look down and really see what he’s been missing out on.

He...Doesn’t expect Alexander to be so big. He’s thick, really thick actually, a fat dick. He’s about maybe an inch bigger, not decorated like his own and uncut with a shiny pink head peeking from the soft flesh there. He’s got some liver spots and freckles at the base, giving the paler flesh some character with thin almost red curls at the base. Ah, so he’s a natural blonde? He’d laugh if he wasn’t so busy trying to breathe.

“You sure you want this?” Comes Alexander’s voice, uncharacteristically soft as he smooths thumbs over Octavio’s hips. Alexander’s still fully clothed, jacket shrugged off long ago and jeans undone to release his dick. Mouthwatering sight, really. Especially when his normally acidic eyes are so gentle, a soft crease between thick brows that makes Octavio’s heart jumps.

Oh, he’s so fucked.

“Yes- yes, yes, yes, please? Please??? Come on I hate begging, just fuck me.” Octavio might as well have been groveling on his knees by now- or well, stumps. But, by God’s gracious being, Alexander just chuckles. Shaking his head as he licks his palm to smooth saliva down his cock for crude lube. Octavio might have told him about the condoms and lube in his bedroom, if he wasn’t excited and squirming in his seat for the delicious friction that was about to happen.

He’s pulled upwards with the same strength in those arms, pulling him up until he feels the blunt head at his hole. His fingers grip at Alexander’s shoulders, digging his painted black nails in even as a soft voice murmurs ‘relax’ for him.

It shouldn’t make his heart twinge, it shouldn’t make him think there was more to this than sexual frustration and anger. It shouldn’t be anything other than a quick fuck.

But, oh, the way Alexander nuzzles at his cheek when Octavio draws himself close enough to bury into his shoulder, it makes him want to scream in pent up emotions. He’d rather fuck it out.

There’s the drop, the slow burn that makes him feel like he can’t breathe. He whines in his throat, clenching on reflex only to have soothing hands rubbing up his flanks but keeping a hold of him. Keeping him up and easing him down, down, down.

Octavio releases a breath he’s holding as he takes the thick cock inside of him. Taking to pressing his face into the crook of Alexander’s neck tighter only to feel a large hand grab the back of his head. Or rather, just hold him. Threading fingers into his jet black dyed hair and kind of scritching with the tips of his fingers. Alexander isn’t too off either, his breathing heavier, a groan escaping as his dick gives a sharp twitch inside of him.

It’s a raw feeling, being so open like this. So, Otavio fills the silence with a whine beneath Alexander’s ear. “Are you going to- ah- fuck me? Or are you just going to keep me as a cock warmer, eh?”

It’s a mistake to say that.

He’s not allowed to talk, Octavio’s brain helpfully supplies three seconds after the last syllable leaves his lips. The soft hands petting him turn to grips on his hips and a warning of a dark chuckle, “You aren’t to tell me what I can and can’t do with you.” Alexander’s voice did not have the right to be that hot.

And up he goes, dropped right back onto his cock with the slow drag. He doesn’t have his legs to kick at him, or to really throw much of a fight. Even if he loved every second of this, he could be such a brat sometimes.

He’s fucked in earnest at the very least, used like a sex doll. Lifted up then shoved back down or left to drop with his own body weight. Octavio howls with pleasure, jerking his head and his shoulders jumping as the consistent pace and the burning drag feels like it’s going to tear him apart.

The crude use of saliva as lube never truly stays, they work together in tandem now, the harsh slide eased by the pace.

The aching burn for Octavio turning to white hot streaks of pleasure, the tight harsh heat of Octavio’s body only serving to make Alexander groan into his ear. Burying his face into his hair and holding Octavio close with one arm. The other helping him to move, grind, sink down onto his cock as Octavio’s own is cruelly ignored.

It’s a pace they both get steady at. Octavio can only be used like this, heavily panting, cock bobbing and thickened as it leaves strings of pre-cum over his abdomen and connecting back to the flushed head. Alexander is no better, groaning, sharp noises from his throat and ending gruff.

There’s no more words to say, Octavio was for sure Alexander would have a filthy mouth. Hell, normally Octavio HIMSELF had a filthy mouth. Would be chanting name after name, fuck me, harder, your cock feels so good, it went on. But he can’t bring himself to break that little rule of Alexander’s.

It’s so good, so fucking good. Alexander is biting into his neck, leaving more hickeys- almost possessive. His own hips are jerking, trying to work with him but the burn of it all is too much.

“Alex-Alexander. Fuck- don't- I can’t-” Octavio can’t seem to get it out. Squeezing tight around the large man, fingers grasping him firm enough to leave his knuckles white. One hand rests on his hip soon enough, jerking him to grind and thrust Alexander’s fat cock inside of him maybe an inch or two. The other hand coming to rest over Octavio’s dick. Jerking in quick paces.

Octavio whines. Wails. Cumming too soon for his liking, cum shooting into the other’s hand, through the small hole it made and onto the hairy, soft tummy he’s been trying to rut up against for the past few minutes.

Normally he’d be all about a round two, cumming multiple times, maybe slamming stim after stim into his thigh. But that orgasm was so satisfying, making him tear up a little. His body jerking, over sensitive when Alexander keeps milking him through it. It seems like it’s more for himself than Octavio, especially when the poor big guy suddenly shifts.

Octavio finds himself lying back down. Oh how he would kill to wrap his legs around his waist and force Alexander deeper. Octavio hisses when his top is pulled up, exposing the pierced nipples of his as the older of the two slams home inside of him with a pleased hiss of pleasure. Seemed he liked all of his body mods. Good.

A warm mouth latches onto one. Alexander has to hunch a bit to do it, belly pressing flush to Octavio’s flat one and effectively trapping the speed demon. His warm, broad tongue swiping over the sensitive flesh even as Octavio stutters on a gasp, over sensitive, too much.

Especially with that fat cock working its way into him with small, quick, well timed thrusts. He’s worried that Alexander isn’t even close until he hears a telling deep breath through his nose, sharp.

Octavio doesn’t expect Alexander’s mouth to find his so quickly. So starving, kissing him open mouthed and needy. He cums almost silently, save for his quick breaths and choked groans. Filling Octavio up effectively with cum. He clenches down weakly in arousal, cock twitching with interest against the man’s soft belly. Surely smearing cum on the both of them.

When the kiss breaks, it sounds wet. Octavio’s lips are flushed and swollen, parted to pant softly and show off his piercing. Alexander looks a little more composed, tongue flicking over his lips as if to savor Octavio’s taste. Brows furrowed with pleasure as he rocks a little into the daredevil to get the rest of it out of his system.

It’s soft, nice, warm even. The butterflies Octavio felt before come arising again and he can’t help the sly grin as he winds his arms around the big guy’s neck. Playing with the ends of his hair and twirling the strands around them. He relishes for just a moment on how Alexander’s eyes flutter before he comes to a quick thought decision.

“So...Normally this is the part where I ask for round two- but I think instead I want to ask you out.” He starts, laughing when the relaxed face on Alexander turns to shock before it’s composed again. Cool and stoic.

“Well,” His voice is gruff, thicker than before from the sex and sends electric down Octavio’s spine. “I suppose this was not...Too bad of an outcome. However, I am picking the location.”

“Anything you want, papi.”

[shaddy-bee]

I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 300 YEARS BUT-

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Right now theres uhh Notebooks, both school and 1 art. Drink mix ins, with such great flavors as sour apple jolly rancher and crush pineapple (tm) Two packs of cards, one of which steam punk themed and the other your regular ol bicycle. A calculator. Its a shitty old one but its for tests, i have google and shit for anything i need myself.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

A roommate. Idk if he is gay or what but he isnt straight, name’s will. Chill dude. Sleepin rn, what a fella MY SICK ASS COMPUTER IM MISSING OUT ON BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE IS ASLEEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANNA PLAY ROCKET LEAGUE WITHOUT LAGGING TO HELL also programming my mods. Need to upload that shit. Shit what number we on, 3? Okay cool. A bed. Wow really a bed in your bedrooM? yeah its pretty fuckin spectacular i know. I dont have posters n shit so like i gotta be creative you feel. A microfridge. Now i know what youre thinking, “ah a small fridge whats the big deal?” but no you dont understand, its a microwave fucking bolted onto the top of a fridge. They gave zero fucks attaching these two together and apparently the name is the same way, WHY NOT A FRIDGEWAVE EVEN LIKE MICROFRIDGE JUST SOUNDS LIKE A SMALL FRI- Last but not least, im tempted to just say my wallet here tbh, cuz its old but like, youd EXPECT that now would you? Something boring and mundane for me to fill out the word count with making everything super exciting so nah man, fuck it. Theres air in my bedroom. Fight me.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

Make a videogame. Like okay, a lot of stuff on this list is jokes and stuff, and I know im going into too much detail and my followers will probably murder me in cold blood for this shit, but im serious about this one like - i have some ideas, but i never have the motivation alone to like work whole-heartedly and finish one but like, at some point in the future id love to sit down and just go at it and make a game. Doesnt matter if its popular or big or small just i wanna make something that i love ya feel? I wanna like, go to newark, delaware. I know, its delaware and all, no one lives there, but ive met a bunch of cool people there and i was promised a donut run sometime, so lookin forward to that. Yknow that post awhile back that was like “i dont wanna be rich and like buy shit, i just wanna have enough money to throw at kickstarters whenever i want without having to strain on my food and rent costs” thats me. 100% Like i wanna have just enough money to be able to donate to cool people and watch them do cool shit - it wont always work out but thats fine, I just love shit. I wanna be able to donate like the high prize and fly out to meet these game studios for coffee and shit and just talk with em and see their passion and ideas. I love it. Im not actually really sure besides those. Like idk. I think itd be cool to enter a game tournament with my brother and win, but i doubt thatll happen and its not super like on my desires just itd be cool cuz we named ourselves Sora and Shiro after NGNL and to see that like, have us win would be great. Yeah. Ill make my fifth to think of a fifth one.

5 things on my to do list

FLOPPY DICKS i mean disks. Floppy disks. I do binding of isaac ab+ modding shit, and im currently working (its mostly done for what i want it to do) which adds a new consumable called floppy disks, effects are based on viruses, bugs, and just computer based shit. Like BSOD for instance, which makes the screen literately bluescreen. Or atleast look like it. Cant wait to watch people play with it. I gotta work on the programming class project too but honestly i dont waannnaaa. Like its cool as shit. Recreate a card game using c++ code. But man, i just love Apocrypha and Floppies so much more. Eat today???? Please. Dining hall opens in 3 hours. Its goddamn 4 am. I want my food. Dunno if ill get it - if ill stay awake till then. But i want it. Probably draw some stuff? Like i posted one drawing already (check it out if u wanna ;) kay?) but like theres wacom tablets here i can just kinda use whenever???? its great. I love being able to just draw stuff on em. Even if i suck at drawing, even if it took 10 hours to make the one i posted here, still love. Probably play more rocket league. Sleep first, soon as i get that food im CRASHIN BOI IM OUTTIE HA but uhh, rocket league has a halloween thing rn and i like playing it. Was playing earlier today and i matchd with a dude in 2v2 that had the same car, skin, AND colors set up as mine. Totaly random. We kicked some major ass together. I kept thinking of the same hat comic the entire time. (also my card was superior because it had furry ears on it ;))

5 things that make me happy

Getting an idea for a thing and working at said thing until like boom it went from this abstract idea to now it has a physical form and it works! And its fun and its great and i can share it with other people and they can have fun too!!!! that feeling is wonderful.  Obviously friends man. Just doing shit with people can be so great sometimes - like not all the time sure but like man. Its nice to talk to people and share experiences and just smile and tell bad jokes and have them groan but like it anyway like thats the shit. Going out at 2 am and walking to a nearby run down schoolyard and swinging on the swingsets and watching shooting stars burn up. Thats the good shit. Getting tents and setting em up in your friends back yard when your friend from far away comes up for a few days, and playing ridiculous games in a group like kick the can or fuckin zombie screaming your lungs out in the dark to freak em out, or just talkin around a fire about fuckin life man. The people make life great. Shits worth living for. I realize that last answer covered a LOT of shit but like, im just gonna add here videogames. Would be amiss if i didnt mention that, considering the rocket league rant above lmao. Yeah i better not make this category any longer.

5 things I’m (currently) into

Isaac modding, probably will be for awhile. Its good shit. As a suggestion from one of the people I work with (we also fuck around its a good time) i have started watching space dandy. Its a slow progress through lol like an episode or two a day but god man like its pretty ridiculous and the main character is pretty much everything i was expecting from seeing him everywhere. Rocket league again. It comes and goes with various different games to tide me over, give me a break from working. Bout 2 months ago or so said relaxing time was dominated by anime - i suddenly went on like a massive streak of watching shit. By that i mean, i watched all of hunter x hunter in like 2 weeks, among other shows prior to it. But yeah. Fuck man HXH I LOVED THE KING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I have too many emotions about that. I wrote a rant to the Groupchat (tm) about the fucking battle and how everything is in slow motion but it fucking like makes it like foreshadowed and have so much of an impact and still so much fucking happens even while everything runs at super slow mo just GOD KLASFJBHUGHASFIUHIPJASK anyway. Yeah. Music, as always im listening to like constantly. Wireless headphones are a wonder for this, but uhh....i cant say im especially into any specific thing rn right? Like a bit ago i was super into joywave and then that faded out and now im just listening to whatever random shit, yknow? But I am into music in general. Its good. Art! A lot of times i dont do shit like for drawing right, like especially not in like pencil in notebooks but like, i sorta started doing a lot more art stuff? Like i had a period awhile back last year where i stopped using pencils and used only pens and i just loved the aesthetic of the ink like how it looked (funny how im doing the opposite of the fucking inktober though, huh?) but yeah im back into using pencils to draw shit occasionally. Im still terrible at drawing people (which is what i see mostly everyone drawing on tumblr lmao RIP) but its fun to sketch stuff out and just let my thoughts run and bounce to some music and shit right? Also the tablets. Especially with the tablets.

5 things people may not know about me (at least on tumblr)

I basically constantly wear sweatshirts, and they all have like earbuds where the strings go. All the earbud shits are broken pretty much, like occasionally they work (the one i have rn does) but like, i dont ever really use them? i have wireless headphones for my phone and a headset (because i need the mic for my computer) for said computer so like, idk. But yeah. I rarely take em off when im not home, and sometimes even when i am i just kinda keep em anyway? (also just now i realized i talked in the section for room shit about all the stuff in my current dorm, my room at home has all KINDS of wierd fucking shit in it. Really missed an opportunity there.) Like many people i like to stay hydrated and shit, but drinking water all the time seemed like a chore more than anything so i got like drink mix ins and shit, mio’s or whatever offbrand version you can find at your local SUPERSTORE CONGLOMERATE. I drink em like all the time pretty much so atleast im health in one way :P. Also gummy vitamins. I dont excercise but you can only ask for so much. Idk, its hard to think of things for this section because tumblr knows so little about me yknow? Like i never make my own posts or shit like its SUPER rare so im pretty much just tryna find random facts but that might not be interesting? Like i have a bad habbit of like talking way too loud when im excited about something right? Not quite yelling but like getting there and like idk. See? Thats not super interesting but it is something no one online would be able to really know ya feel? Idk. I mean physically im kinda fat as you do, but im also like wierdly strong? Like for someone who never works out i sure do have arm strength if nothing else lmao. My endurance is shit tho. Honestly? I can only blame it on osu and groceries. Osu is just a game i like where you mash buttons to the beat of weaboo shit tier music. The groceries is just because like, well, my policy is Least Trips Possible which means carrying in 13 bags at a time if need be it, fuck it milk too? And a watermellon? Bring it. 

Who am I tagging? Idk man. Just for shits and stuff tho i do wanna tag @theoriginalyami just to see what all’s changed in teh long time since i actually went to fill it out :P Dont feel like you have to add as much as me tho omg @milkchocolateowl because honestly? love you. Think about you a lot, just like glad im mutuals with that ray of sunshine. Good. @fantaledfish <3 (this is the friend i mentioned earlier, runs a QUALITY blog i guarantee it, better than mine for sure) @dragonfucker-supreme always top in my notes, a silent bond, like two guards assigned to watch back to back in the early dawn. Birds gather round. I can only tag so many people (i set myself a limit of 5 because...idk why i just mentally it felt right) so for my last trick gotta go with @ask-oncies-jizz like cmon man name changes for the win, also has quality icons and quality shitposts tbh, supreme top meme. Have fun yall.

[the-seductive-historian]

This is kind of an odd scenario request, but picture this. Prompto develops a crush on Imperial Soldier. Trust issues, angst, passion, the whole shebang. 😱

I’m sorry if this is not what you had in mind but this is all that came out this is one of my harder requests I've had to do. Also you didn't say if you wanted it to be just any soldier of you as a soldier so I went with this I hope you like it. I'm also sorry it too so long.

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The Problem Girl ~ Prompto X OC

Prompto dashed about fighting with the others when the Imperial soldiers had dropped down surround them.  He fought fiercely, his guns blazing, he was on fire today. He smiled as he turned around to see one last soldier that had run behind a large rock it was using as cover. Which was odd behavior its a machine right he jumped onto of the rock both pistols pointed at its head. It backed away startled and held a hand up waving it for him to not shoot. Did this machine have a glitch? He shrugged it off and jumped onto its torso pinning it down and putting the pistol to its helmet.

"For the love of the six please don't kill me!" A soft voice sounded from the metal helmet. "What the...." He jumped back confused. The figure on the ground before him took its helmet off slowly. Prompto was stuck as if he had been slapped across the face he seen the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her face was soft and pale and had such beautifully striking features, she pulled a pin out and her hair and her shoulder length hair was freed her hair was white and ombre down into a pink type tint. "You're a woman?" He asked his guns slowly lowering. "Yes, I'm sorry I fought you all just please don't kill me!" She looked down starting to strip from the magitek armor that she had adorned.

"H..Hey wait! Your still one of them! machine or not!" He raised his gun to her face wondering if he would have the strength to pull the trigger he never felt bad killing machines or monsters or ferocious animals that tried to attack them, but a human. "Please, I swear I, I'm an Imperial supervisor I wasn't supposed to fight today. I watch after the battles calculate the amount dead and how many more machines we need to replace the ones lost. I was forced to fight today, I understand if you don't trust me but please don't kill me. I was just doing my job." She slowly stood in her Tight black underclothes from the armor they were like pants and a tank top. "You have a really fucked up employer lady!" His hand started to shake. He sighed looking into her bright hazel eyes. "Damn it." Fine but you're coming with us. "What why?" She stated confused. "Because we can't trust you," Prompto said with as he nods his head.

" Listen the others won't like that I am bringing you with us. So you're a hostage of the magitek they shoved you in a suit and forced you to fight thinking you would be killed. Deal?" He said smiling proudly with his plan. She looked into the boy's eyes and smiles as his freckled face lit up. "Whatever you say." She smiled back at him her cheeks starting to blush slightly. "Awesome now to get the others to believe it." He sighed and grabbed your hand tightly as a blush rose from the poor boy's cheeks as he ran out from the cover of the large rock back to the others.

"Guys! Hey! Check this out!" He ran toward them. Her legs stumbling as she tried to keep up with the blonde. He explained the story that he had come up with and to his surprise, the group believed it well almost. "How can they force you to fight? Shove you in a suit and bring you out here against your will yes, but how can they force you to fight, pray tell?" Ignis' eyes narrowed at the pale face girl. "Ummm robotics..like remote control it's in the armor.... I umm couldn't control my arms or leg." She sighed saying hoping it was believable. "Mmmhmm, and prompto how did you discover it was a hostage how did you know without killing her." Ignis' hand was on his chin know as he looked at both Prompto and the new girl.

"W..w....w...well, I shot part of the armor and I guess it malfunctioned and she took her helmet off cause she could move then." He stuttered out nervously. Ignis stared the two down before cautiously standing aside and motioned for her to get in the car. Gladio laughed, "Hey at least we got a hot chick with us now." he put his arms around her once in the car. "Whats your name cutie?" Gladio suavely asked. "My name is Ravina." She said. "That's a weird name, but you're not a normal girl I guess, If they held you hostage and then tried to kill you. You must be of some importance." Noctis looked at Ravina and then pushed Gladios large arm off the back of the seat.

"Yes....." Ignis said coldly as he looked at her in the rear view mirror. "Good thinking Prompto if she is really important we can use her against them as a bargain." He said. "Ignis what you can't be serious?!" Prompto exclaimed, "Of course I am we have something they want dead say we tell them we will hand her over on a set of a few conditions once they agree we could ambush however the circumstances would have to be precisely right for such a plan to work." Ignis replied as he pushed up his glasses. "Oh, Okay." Prompto turned around in his seat and started talking to Noctis and the others.

A bout a month has passed of Ravina and the boys being together on the road Ignis was still cautious of Ravina. Gladio was forever trying to flirt with her and Noctis didn't really care one way or the other. "Umm hey Prompto, Can I talk to you for a second please?" She asked looking at the blonde boy's face and blushing as she grabbed his hand walking away from camp. "I wanted to thank you for not killing me. I know I never said it before, but this past month has been the best days of my life. and I wanted to prove that to you with a proper thank you. She slowly leaned in and kissed Promptos lips softly. To her surprise, he kissed back with much more passion than she had expected as you broke the heated kiss Prompto blushed.

"That's one hell of a thank you, ahaha, maybe you should thank me more often." He said timidly. Ravina and Prompto both walked casually talking about many different things as they made their way to a small cliff and looked out seeing the camp below and the stars above. "Ravina, I...I've kinda known for a while now, but um. I kinda... Like you. " Prompto rubbed the back of his neck looking at her nervously. "Hahaha you silly choco boy, I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't like you." She pressed her lips to his once more as prompto smiled against them and held her close as he deepened the kiss and his hands slid down her sides to her firm round ass and cupped it in his hands lifting her up onto his hips. They shared more than just a kiss that night up on the cliff. They were both sure that camp heard the screams of pleasure. That night Ravina had cuddled up next to prompto in his sleeping bag pressed close to his chest as they both fell asleep happy and content.

The weeks to pass were perfect. Everything seemed like pure bliss until Ignis had to intervene. "Prompto I don't like this at all!" Something is very off about that girl." Ignis said in a frustrated tone. "Ignis for once in your life why don't you just back off okay im, not Noctis you can't run my life for me!" Prompt snapped back they had been fighting in the distance away from camp for the past hour now. Ravina Gladio and Noctis had all turned their seats around to face them once they heard the yelling. "I do not run anyone's life. I am trying to make sure that we are all safe. Which seems to me is something nobody else around here cares about you are Noctis best friend and yet you refuse to think of whats best for the party and him." Ignis pushed up his glasses.

"Why Ignis because I have someone here who loves me and your girl is back home probably sleeping with someone less uptight than you." Promptos words were as sharp as Ignis' daggers. He knew that Ignis was insecure about being away from his fiancee. "T...that....." Ignis' voice cracked he cleared his throat and regained himself. "That was uncalled for." Ignis' eyes darted back and forth his mind reeling the idea of someone else with his fiance. "Prompto, She is bad, I don't know how to make you see that there is something wrong." Ignis pleaded. "Shut up Ignis," The sunshine boy was mad, fuming, "Prompto you will find someone else but don't do this." Ignis tried to reason again.

"IGNIS.." Promptos eyes looked at the tall blonde man like he had never looked at anyone. "For the love of the six! Open your eyes Prompto." Ignis said exhausted of talking. Prompto stood staring. "I'm not going to stop loving her Ignis." He said softly. "Prompto, STOP BEING A CHILD!" Ignis raised his voice for the first time. "I AM NOT GOING TO STAND HER AND LET YOU DESTROY OUR MISSION OVER. WHAT!?! A GOOD FUCK." Ignis yelled looking down at Prompto. "FUCK YOU!" Prompto lunged at Ignis with a first and struck the man in the face dropping Ignis to his knees cracking his glasses. Prompto continues his assault on the tall blonde. Ignis jumped for promptos arms to restrains him but prompto had already summoned his gun and had it placed at Ignis' temple.

"STOP!!!" Gladio had started to run over in a full sprint as Noctis warp strike to prompto grabbing the gun. "What the fuck man!?" Noctis asked holding prompto back as Gladio helped Ignis up. Ignis' face bloody his nose was bleeding as was his now busted lip along with a nice cut on his brow. "Ignis straighten up and patted Gladio in thanks as he walked back to camp staring down Ravina before grabbing the first aid kit. and tending to himself. The next few weeks Ignis never spoke. Not one word. He drove he cooked he bought supplies. He never spoke. Noctis had tried to do multiple things right and wrong. to get Ignis to speak. But he wouldn't utter a word. Prompto was back to his cheery demeanor constantly tending to Ravina. Noctis and Gladio were stuck they didn't know what to do. Ignis would often walk outside to try to call his fiance only to leave voicemails from her not answering he was breaking down inside.

The day everything changed for the worse. Ignis was sleep deprived of staying up all night trying to contact home. Noctis was irritated because he didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. Gladio felt useless which was something he didn't like yet Prompto and Ravina were in a world of their own happiness and content. Ignis drove and stopped the car looking around before starting to drive again when a Magitek ship appeared and landed in front of them. Ignis got out of the car and summoned his dagger Gladio and Noctis doing the same Prompto pulled Ravina from the car and placed her behind him as he grabbed his Pistols. The ship opened and the all too familiar tall pale man with white hair emerged from the darkness of the ship. "Ravus!" Noctis looked. "A face I would be happy to never see again," Gladio said as he stood guard.

"Hahaha, we meet again chosen one, even though you drip with disrespect or honor for your talents," Ravus said and looked at Noctis walking closer. "Do not worry I have come to pick up something very dear to me. Ravina" He called out and looked behind Prompto to the pale girl.  Prompto held her closer. "You can't have her." wanting to save the woman he loved.  "That's cute, RAVINA! come here!" she slowly walked away from prompto looking at him. "I'm so sorry." Her eyes watered slightly as she bites her lip and sucked it up. "NOW RAVINA!" he yelled pointing at the ground. "Coming brother," She reached out to try to touch Prompto. He shrugged her hand away from him shaking his head as tears threatened to spill. She sighed and ran over to Ravus.

"How are you my little lily flower." Ravis hugged her as Ardyn walked out behind them and she walked over to him hugging him tightly. "You see my sister is promised to Ardyn here and they are to be married very soon." Ravus said with a smirk "So you see why we couldn't have her running around with for men in a car. People talk you know." Ardyn smiled wide and kissed Ravina's lips and looked back at them all. "Thank you for taking care of her. see you all very soon."  The ship closed as they walked back inside and flew off  Prompto collapsed to his knees sobbing. Noctis and Gladio looked at each other. Ignis looked down. "Gods he must hate his sister if he promised her to Ardyn." Ignis stared looking at the ship leave. Noctis and Gladio looking at him before bursting out laughing as Prompto chuckled even though he was crying. " Prompto?" Ignis said, "Yeah specs?" he looked up at the tall blonde. "I hate to be that person who says I told you so...but I did, in fact, tell you, Also you owe me a new pair of glasses," Ignis said as he got into the car. Prompto got up and nodded through his tears "Okay specs."