#demon!gladio

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Demom!Gladio: :)

Ignis: *nervously cooking*

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Noctis: Iggs seems really uncomfortable with Gladio's new Demonic form.

Prompto: That's cause he's super into it. (Secretly)

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Demon!Gladio: :3

Ignis: your claws are really sgarp. I need to trim them...

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Noctis: You think so?

“Melanie!”

“I’m fine! I’m fine!” She said, “I dropped the carafe in the sink and it shattered. I reached for it on reflex and--damnit!” There was a gash in her palm running almost the width, blood flowing freely from the wound and dripping into the sink.

“Let me see it.” Gladiolus said and turned on the faucet again, holding her hand under the spray to wash away the blood so he could better look at it. “It’s deep.” He said, examining the wound. “You’ll probably need stitches. Unless…”

“Unless?” Melanie asked and he summoned a dagger, slicing into the heel of his own hand and pressing it to her palm when blood began to well. “What’re you---it burns!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He said, wincing in sympathy. “Demon blood. It will heal you.”

“It really fucking--!”

“I know, I know. It’ll pass.” Gladio said, his grip tightening on her hand when she tried to pull it away.

The burning pain in her palm built, feeling as if he was holding a flame to her. It eventually faded to an almost blissful numbness and when he took his hand away, both wounds were healed with just the traces of blood left on their skin. His thumb massaged her palm under the water, washing away what was left. The feeling of his hands on hers felt better than she knew it should have, the rough pads and calluses scraping over her skin making a shiver run down her spine.

She was suddenly so aware of him. The heat of his skin, his natural scent, the gentle sound of his breathing.

“Gladio,” Was that her voice? It sounded husky, needy. “I--” She wasn’t able to finish as he pulled her into his arms, his lips coming down on hers hard, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She kissed him back just as hungrily, her nails digging into his skin as she held onto him. He picked her up, carrying her over to the island and with a sweep of his arm, cleared it of papers and random bits of mail, laying her down on the cool granite. His fingers were at her core, feeling how she had soaked through the material and he groaned against her lips, breaking the kiss and standing over her. Gladio pushed up the large t-shirt she wore, baring her breasts to the cool of the room and she reached above her head, grasping the edge of the island and making her back arch. He pulled aside her panties, pushing down his sweatpants and she felt him nudge her entrance right before he sheathed himself in her.

He didn’t give her time to adjust, his hips starting to piston and she raked her nails down his chest leaving red lines in the wake. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his low back and urging him to go faster. The sounds of her pleasure echoed off the walls of the apartment, mixing with his grunts and the sound of their skin connecting.

Melanie came fast and hard, bucking against him as she clamped down on him in waves, yelling out his name. A few more quick thrusts and he joined her, his breath catching in his throat as his own orgasm washed over him and he spent himself inside her.

The granite under her back was cold against her skin, contrasted by the almost furnace heat of his as he laid over her.

“What. Was that?” She asked, trying to catch her breath.

“I don’t know.” He admitted, “But I’m not complaining.”

“Is demon blood an aphrodisiac or something?” She asked and he shook his head against her shoulder.

“Not that I’m aware of.” Gladio said, “Or else sex between demons would be a hell of a lot kinkier. Don’t get me wrong, we can get downright freaky, but nothing that extreme.”

“Little bit of bondage and a lot of leather and latex?” She joked and he shuddered.

“Babe, if you put the image in my head of you tied up, we are going to go for round two.” He warned and her lips twisted in a mischievous smile.

“I don’t know. The idea has merit.” She said, “Tied with my hands above my head so I can’t touch you, I can only feel what you do to me. Maybe add in a blindfold, too. Or maybe tied up with my ass in the air, completely at your mercy.” The scenes she was putting in his head was making his heart race. He could almost see her; laid out for him like a banquet, restrained and blindfolded while he stalked around the bed.

“Shit.” He whispered and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom.