แฏ NOCTISโ love is unusual, a kind of love thatโs like an inside joke only the two of you are privy to. a warm kind of string between you both, plucked with the most unconventional timing.
itโs the way he snickers when you pretend you didnโt stumble on your way over to him, or maybe the way you grin at his awkward choice of words when it comes to speaking to you. either way, the two of you have something oddly endearing. ignis will shake his head fondly as he watches the two of you walk side by side, close enough to brush hips although not quite. noctis will only do it to make you laugh, a sweet sound he canโt help but mimic.
his social skills often lack, but his love shows in the smallest ways. holding up his fork, a tomato stabbed in the pointed edges, as a silent offering for you to take. in return, he takes whatever you donโt like the next time. a head rested on your lap, black hair splayed out as he shifts around and tries to get comfy. itโs a sign he trusts you, even with little things like that.
he is also a yearner, through and through. even older noctis, who admires the way you trace his scruff and preen at his lapel. eyes following your every move with nothing but pure adoration; a king soft as mush in the creases of your palm.
his handโll reach for yours in the middle of the night, pawing at the sheets until it finds the warmth of your pulse. it only takes a try or two before he succeeds, though. itโs like he knows where you are, even when his eyes are blurred with sleep and soft yawns slip past his lips.
แฏ IGNISโ love is thoughtful, something that can be easily passed off as minuscule but one thing you canโt miss is the way it roots itself into the hearth of your core.
on his trips or outings he may take with the boys, heโll never admit it (and youโll have to find out by yourself), but whenever noctis takes over the wheel for a while, ignisโ eyes are glued to the scenery in hopes of finding ingredients for a new recipe he can bring home to you.
ignis is often very busy with his royal duties and escorting the prince around, but youโre always on his mind in one way or another โ inhabiting the space in his prefrontal cortex and worming around in unorthodox ways, even little stuff reminding him of you.
you complain about how your feet have been hurting for a while? ignis is already there with lotion and comfortable shoes. you need a bit more salt on your food? ignis is already getting up from the table to fetch it from the kitchen for you.
he never expects, let alone asks, for anything of the sort in return. it brings him joy knowing he can do something for you, and he fancies it an admirable trait of his. if you were to ever do something back, or also show your love through acts of service, heโd try to politely decline with a soft smile before you insist. itโs got him thinking about it for days on end, and he swears his heart beats a bit too quickly the following week.
older ignis would especially appreciate this considering his lack of sight, and he only finds salvation within the loving pads of your fingers tapping at his wrist.
แฏ PROMPTOโs love is bright, too warm to be contained in one vessel; like the head of a flashlight cradled in your palm, beaming rays seeping through the cracks in your fingers and leaking out in vivid streams.
he talks the boysโ ears off with fun facts or small things that remind him of you โ which is more like everything, because he constantly finds correlations to things you like and stuff they see on the road. thumbing at the buttons of his camera for the day only to find a selfie you and him took, it makes his heart flutter and his cheeks hurt with the painted smile on his face. gladio doesnโt even have to ask whatโs got him smiling, he already knows.
and when he sees you, he canโt help but feel on top of the world. he loves talking to you, and words for affirmation / quality time he definitely does adore. heโll listen to you speak, practically buzzing as he waits for his turn once youโve asked him about what he likes, or youโve started talking about what you like. prompto wants to know you to your very core, the same way his ribs are splayed open with your sweet words wrenching their way into him; bared open for you to see.
falls head over heels for you and will constantly make excuses just to see you. all he craves is a hand on his and a smile on your face. thatโs all it takes. he has this thing where if he doesnโt have his camera on him, and he sees a really nice sight, his brainโll conjure up the perfect aperture and filters and everything for an imaginary photo he only wishes he could take. your smile is one of the things he wishes he could always catch.
youโve made a home in his heart that beats with a happy signal every time he sees you โ almost like a doorbell that always knows when youโre home.
แฏ GLADIOLUSโ love is protective, a rock with a mess of lava and sunlight bundled up inside of him with ties too tight, where everything ends up spilling out of him anyway.
being the royal shield, his nature and job is naturally to protect. his friends, his family, his honor. gladio doesnโt mind it, in fact, he welcomes it. within the warmth of his grasp, he hopes you find solace because thatโs the only way he can rest. heโs constantly looming over you, even without a hand on your shoulder, you can feel his heat radiating off of him.
anybody who sees the two of you will see a tall, dark figure constantly behind you; fooled by the intimidating shadow of your boyfriend constantly lurking around you. gladioโll even try to fool you himself, but all it takes is a soft hand in his hair and a smile thrown his way and all of a sudden heโs just a big dope. trace over his scars and heโs resisting the urge to get down on one knee.
no matter how tough he thinks he is, gladiolus is never too tough for you. you wanna show him a flower you found in the garden? hell yeah, heโll keep it in the front pocket of his shirt all day. you wanna go to lestallum? sure, let him just stock up on gas and youโll go.
and if you manage to get along with his family, heโs absolutely whipped for the rest of his life. seeing iris drag you along the city makes him grin with ease, noctis clapping a hand on his back as he huffs out a small chuckle.
gladiolus amicitia is a true believer that stars dim out just to let you shine, and heโll tell you as such however many times you crave so long as you are looking for proof that you are worth loving.
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Ignis cradled the tiny bundle in his arms, his breath shallow with wonder. "You're so... small," he whispered, voice trembling from emotion. "I can't believe you're actually here, my little Leilia."
His thumb gently brushed her soft cheek, and when she made the tiniest sighing sound as she slept, his heart cracked open completely.
Ignis sat perfectly still, afraid that any movement might disturb her. His green eyes, softened into something tender, almost reverent. He leaned down slowly and pressed the lightest kiss to her forehead.
"You're perfect," he breathed against her skin. "Absolutely perfect." A single tear slipped down his cheek before he could stop it, but for once, Ignis didn't care about composure. Not right now.
(Y/n) sat silently in the hospital bed, her eyes watching Ignis cradle their daughter with a tender awe. A small smile graced her lips, seeing how gentle Ignis was with their child. "Fatherhood looks good on you," (Y/n) whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of joy and amusement.
Ignis looked up at the sound of (Y/n)'s voice, his expression shifting instantly, love flooding his features like sunlight breaking through clouds.
He didn't say anything at first. Just gazed at her, eyes glistening with emotion. Then slowly, carefully, he got up and walked toward her.
Without a word, he sat down, and pulled (Y/n) close and kissed her softly on the lips, a quiet, deep kiss full of gratitude and overwhelming happiness.
When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers for a second before whispering back.
"Motherhood looks even more beautiful on you."
"Smooth talker," (Y/n) teased, her voice light with fond amusement.
Ignis smiled at (Y/n)'s teasing. She always had this effect on him, melting his usual reserve into something warm and openly affectionate.
"I still can't believe she's here... Our little girl," (Y/n) murmured as she gazed down at Leilia again, marveling at every tiny feature, from her button nose to the faint tufts of blonde hair on her head.
Ignis gently shifted Leilia in his arms so (Y/n) could see her better, adjusting the blanket with careful precision.
"She has your nose," he said softly, studying their daughter's face. "And your eyes."
A quiet chuckle escaped him. "Noctis is going to lose it when he sees her."
(Y/n) chuckled at the thought, imagining her brother's reaction. "He might try to steal her and keep her all for himself," she said, gently stroking her daughter's soft cheek.
(Y/n)'s heart swelled with love and protectiveness as she watched Leilia sleep, completely oblivious to the world around her. "She's perfect."
Ignis hummed in agreement, his thumb tracing the curve of Leilia's tiny ear, so delicate, so new.
"She'll have half the kingdom doting on her by tomorrow," he said dryly. "Noctis will probably show up with a stuffed animal before breakfast."
He glanced at (Y/n) again, that softness never leaving his eyes. The woman who had just given birth to their child, his wife, looked exhausted yet radiant.
Without thinking, Ignis leaned over and kissed her temple tenderly. "You did beautifully."
(Y/n)'s expression softened even further at Ignis' words, and she leaned into his touch, her weary head resting against his shoulder.
"And you were great support," she murmured, a hint of teasing still in her voice. "Though I still feel bad for having crushed your hand in the process." She reached up with her own hand and squeezed Ignis' lightly, the gesture both an apology and thank you.
Ignis flexed his hand slightly, still a little stiff from (Y/n)'s death grip during labor, but he didn't care. Not one bit.
He turned his head and pressed a kiss to the top of her hair, inhaling her scent, familiar, safe, home.
"Worth it," he said simply. "I'd let you crush every bone in my body if it meant keeping you and Leilia okay."
"The pain was temporary. The joy is eternal." He whispered, before kissing her cheek. "My hand will recover."
"Your hand might recover," (Y/n) said with a small laugh, "but I'm afraid my body won't be forgiving me anytime soon." She shifted slightly where she sat, testing the soreness in her body. The exhaustion was creeping up on her now that the adrenaline had faded.
Ignis noticed the subtle wince in (Y/n)'s face, the slight tension in her posture, and his protective instincts surged.
Without a word, he carefully shifted Leilia into one arm and reached out with his free hand to gently guide (Y/n) back onto the pillows.
"Lie down," he murmured, voice low and soothing. "You need rest. Real rest." He adjusted their daughter against his chest, and pulled an extra blanket over (Y/n)'s once she was settled.
"Thank you," (Y/n) murmured, sinking gratefully into the softness of the pillows. The warmth of the blanket was comforting.
(Y/n)'s eyelids grew heavy as she listened to their daughter's quiet breathing, slow and steady in sleep.
Ignis stayed perfectly still, watching (Y/n)'s eyes grow heavier with each breath. Her chest rose and fell in rhythm, exhausted but peaceful, and he knew she was moments from sleep.
He smiled faintly, adjusting the blanket around her shoulders with quiet care. Leilia slept soundly against his chest, a tiny warmth nestled in the curve of his arm.
The room was silent except for their soft breathing, the two most important people in Ignis' world resting safely before him.
And for onceโฆ everything in the world felt right.
Reno held his newborn daughter in his arms, gently and lovingly cradling the tiny bundle of joy in his embrace. The soft breathing of his sleeping wife, (Y/n), filled the room, the only sounds in the otherwise quiet night. As he looked down at his daughter's peaceful face, he was still in disbelief. How'd a guy like him get lucky enough to have a wife and child.
"Do I even deserve you guys," he whispered, his voice overflowing with emotion.
"I used to think being a Turk was all I needed," he murmured, thumb brushing over her tiny cheek. "All that mattered was missions, and the pay wasn't bad either."
A quiet laugh escaped him, uncharacteristically soft for someone usually so sarcastic.
"And now here I am... scared stiff just holding my own kid. What a mess I am."
The baby's fingers twitched slightly in his hold. Reno instinctively lifted her tiny hand, letting it grasp his finger. The strength with which she held on was staggering given her size.
The baby stirred, her little face scrunching up as she began to wake. A soft whimper escaped her lips, followed by a series of small grunts and squeaks. She blinked slowly with those big turquoise eyes, so much like Reno's, before letting out a small yawn.
Reno's heart melted, his expression softening even more than he thought possible. He gently traced a finger along her tiny, perfect features, his touch unbelievably gentle.
"You've got my eyes, don't you, princess?" he mumbled, the term of endearment slipping out before he could stop himself.
The baby's face lit up with the most innocent, gummy smile, her first one. It was wobbly and lopsided, but absolutely radiant.
Reno felt his breath catch in his throat at that first smile, it hit him like a bullet to the chest.
"Holy shit," he whispered, voice cracking slightly. "You're smiling at me? Seriously?"
His usual cool demeanor was completely shattered as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. This tiny human had him utterly wrecked with just one expression.
"Mmm..."
A groggy sound came from beneath the mound of covers where (Y/n) had been sleeping. With a little more stirring, her messy (h/c) hair appeared as she slowly propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes were bleary with sleep, but the corners of her mouth tugged up into a knowing smile. She stifled a yawn as she looked over at Reno, taking in the sight of him cradling their baby.
Reno glanced up at (Y/n), he couldn't help but smile back at her, soft and unguarded in a way few ever saw.
"Look," he said softly, voice tender as he turned slightly toward (Y/n). "She smiled."
There was a rare vulnerability in his turquoise eyes, the cocky Turk completely undone by fatherhood.
(Y/n)'s smile deepened, warmth filling her chest. She pushed back the covers and slowly sat up in bed. Her gaze softened as she looked at their baby girl and Reno.
"Did she?" she asked softly, voice hoarse from sleep.
(Y/n) scooted herself closer to where Reno was sitting, leaning her head against his shoulder gently. Her eyes traced their daughter's features, so similar to her husband's, and her heart swelled with affection.
Reno shifted carefully so (Y/n) could get a better look at their daughter. "Yeah," he murmured, as he leaned into (Y/n)'s touch.
"Tiny little thing finally figured out how to smile," he murmured, not taking his eyes off their baby. "She looked right at me and just... smiled. Like she's happy to see me or something."
There was a hint of awe in his voice, as if he still couldn't believe the reality of it all.
(Y/n)'s free hand reached out to gently caress their baby's delicate cheek, her fingers moving in feather-light strokes.
"Of course she's happy to see you," she said softly, her tone was filled with affection, as she pressed a tender kiss to Reno's shoulder. "You're her daddy."
Reno felt a lump in his throat at (Y/n)'s words, his heart melting further. He'd been through the worst the world had to offer, death, violence, loss. But holding his daughter in his arms, hearing his wife's soft words... damn if it didn't feel like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
"Think I'm deserving of that title?" he asked, he looked up at (Y/n), his gaze filled with uncertainty.
(Y/n) immediately cupped Reno's face in both hands, her thumbs brushing over his cheeks with overwhelming tenderness. Her (e/c) eyes locked onto his turquoise ones, serious and unwavering.
"Are you kidding me?" she said, voice thick with emotion. "You're the best damn father anyone could ask for."
She leaned forward suddenly and kissed him, a long, slow kiss full of all the love she felt for this man before her.
Reno melted into the kiss, careful not to jostle their sleeping baby between them. When (Y/n) finally pulled back, he chased her lips for just a second before remembering they had an audience, their tiny daughter who was now blinking up at them with wide turquoise eyes.
"Damn," Reno whispered against (Y/n)'s mouth. "You always know how to knock me sideways."
He was completely smitten, by his wife and this perfect little family they'd made together.
(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh softly at the sight of their baby girl blinking up at them before the little girl let out a small cry, that soon turned into fussing.
"Looks like someone's awake and wanting attention," she teased gently, giving Reno one final lingering kiss before reaching over and carefully transferring the fusdy baby to her arms.
Naru immediately squirmed in (Y/n)'s arms, little hands flailing in the air, as she cried.
"Someone's hungry," (Y/n) said with a grin, before glancing over at the clock on the bedside table. "At 4 am. Of course."
Reno exhaled a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Classic newborn timing," he muttered.
He watched as (Y/n) adjusted their daughter in her arms, preparing to feed her. The sight was so domestic, so normal for other people but still surreal for him.
"Need anything?" Reno asked softly, already shifting like he might get up to grab something if needed.
"Just stay here with us," (Y/n) said warmly, patting the spot next to her on the bed.
Reno leaned his head against hers, watching the tender moment between his wife and child. This peaceful domesticity was foreign to him, something he'd never dared to dream he might have.
"It's kinda perfect," he mumbled after a moment, voice uncharacteristically soft.
"You, me, and our baby."
Rude stood frozen in the hospital room, his large frame casting a shadow over the tiny bassinet. The baby girl stirred slightly, her tiny fingers curling as she slept peacefully.
He swallowed hard, staring down at her like she was some fragile thing he wasn't sure how to touch. His hands hovered awkwardly near the blanket but didn't reach out.
(Y/n) sat in her hospital bed, worn out from labor, watching Rude with a mixture of concern and amusement. She knew he had no idea how to handle a newborn, and his awkwardness was quite endearing.
"You can touch her, you know," she said gently. "She won't break."
Rude finally glanced at (Y/n), his hazel eyes wide behind those ever-present sunglasses. He hesitated a second longer before slowly removing them and placing them on the side table.
"Right.."
He leaned down carefully. One hand reached out with surprising gentleness, fingers barely brushing against the baby's delicate cheek.
Then, almost instinctivelyโฆ he smiled. A real one. Rare as hell to see from him outside of home.
(Y/n)'s heart melted at the sight of Rude smiling down at their daughter. It was a rare expression on his usually stoic face, one reserved only for her and now their daughter.
The baby let out a tiny sigh in her sleep, completely unafraid of the intimidating man looming over her crib.
"See? She likes you," (Y/n) whispered, watching the exchange.
Rude's voice, usually deep and gruff, came out softer than (Y/n) had ever heard it. "She'sโฆ so small," he murmured, more to himself than to her. His thumb gently traced the curve of the baby's ear before pausing near a wisp of (h/c) hair that looked exactly like (Y/n)'s.
Then he carefully scooped the tiny bundle into his arms, supporting her head like heโd seen the nurses do. The baby girl shifted slightly but stayed asleep, completely trusting the strong embrace of the man who was her father.
(Y/n)'s heart swelled as she watched Rude gently scoop up their daughter. She had seen him in action, fighting with brutal efficiency, but now he was cradling their precious child with the delicate touch of a father.
"You look like a natural," she teased, a smirk playing at her lips.
Rude kept his eyes locked on the baby's sleeping face, but he still acknowledged (Y/n)'s words. "I've.. never held a baby before," he admitted quietly. His arms adjusted slightly, rocking her almost unconsciously in that small way fathers seem to do without thinking.
"She has your face."
"Oh, does she?" (Y/n) asked, smiling. "I think she looks more like you."
Rude finally lifted his gaze to (Y/n)'s, studying her face like he was memorizing it. "It's definitely your features," he repeated, his voice firm, but not unkind. "Maybe my eyes."
A moment of silence passed before the baby made the tiniest squeak in her sleep. Rude immediately tensed again, glancing down at her with mild panic in his expression.
(Y/n) couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped her lips at his reaction. "She's just adjusting," she reassured him gently.
"Oh," Rude said, exhaling slowly. He relaxed his shoulders again and continued cradling his daughter with careful focus. After another quiet moment, he glanced toward the window where sunlight was streaming in. "โฆWe should name her."
(Y/n) shifted against her pillows, still weary from giving birth but determined to make this decision together. "You're right. We've been calling her 'sweetheart' and 'baby' for long enough," she replied. "Do you have any ideas, my love?"
Rude glanced back at their daughter, his eyes running over her tiny form. Something softened in his expression that was hard to pin down. It might have been pride, or even protectiveness. "She looks strong. And stubborn. Like a fighter." He paused, one hand gently tracing her cheek again as if he couldn't help himself.
"How about Meara?" he finally said quietly.
"Meara?" (Y/n) tested the name on her tongue, rolling it gently. It suited their daughter perfectly, strong yet delicate, just like Rude had described. "I love that," she said sincerely.
Rude nodded, his gaze still fixed on Meara. She stirred slightly in his arms, her tiny fists flexing. He shifted her, rocking her a bit more as she made another sleepy noise. It was strangeโฆ he didn't even question the natural rhythm of it, even though he'd literally never held a baby before.
"She's gonna be trouble," he murmured, half to himself and half to (Y/n).
(Y/n) chuckled. "With Reno as her uncle? She's absolutely going to be trouble."
Reno would spoil Meara rotten, teach her all the wrong things first, how to pick locks, show her how to throw a punch before she could walk properly, probably even teach her a few cuss words.
Rude exhaled sharply through his nose, already picturing Reno holding Meara upside down like a sack of potatoes.
"Gonna have to put my foot down," he grumbled. "Or we're screwed.."
Gladioโs hips rutted against yours. His palm perched up on the swell of your ass while his other hand pressed into the curve of your spine. He used his strength to keep you pinned flush against him, chest to chest, while you rocked back and forth on his lap; kissing him softly.
The softest sigh escaped your lips as a low moan echoed through his mouth. He felt the vibration course through him, causing him to smirk and suck gently on your lower lip. His mouth slid down your neck. The gentle kiss was followed by his tongue licking at the sensitive spot under your jaw.
He moved lower to nip at your throat, making sure to cover every inch of skin with his kisses. You hands tangled in his hair as his fingers trailed down your front. Teasing the skin along stomach before settling over your clit, rubbing circles around it as he kissed you hungrily.
Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, squeezing his length, letting a whimper slip smooth off your tongue like silk to his ears. โGladdyโฆโ
A moan ripped deep within his throat, pushing himself harder against your center. His hands moved from your clit back up to cup your ass.
As if sensing your need, Gladiolus lifted his hips upwards, burying himself deeper within you. His thick cock stretching you out even more, โYou drive me crazy, yโknow that?โ He grunted with pleasure as your walls hugged him tight.
You could feel every thrust, every slight movement of his cock perfectly. Moaning his name once again, you tried to bury your face into his chest. His chuckle, as boisterous as it was, gave you goosebumps.
Gladio brought one of his rough hands up to cup your face. As he stroked your cheek with his calloused fingers, he mumbled. โEyes on me sweetheart.โ
Your gaze shifted upwards so fast it almost made you dizzy, but it never left his face. You didnโt think you would ever get tired of watching him; the way the darkness in his amber eyes bored into your soul with hunger and desire. Or how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth when his gaze drifted towards your lips.
โJust look at me.โ He grunted. You could feel his other hand press harder into the small of your back, forcing your hips to roll against the movement of his thrusts.
Your breath hitched with each one, feeling the burn in your core build. Gladio leaned forward to capture your lips again. Moaning softly in the entanglement of your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Your hands ran through his locks, pulling him closer. Gladio let out a deep moan in against your lips deepening the kiss even further. As you began rocking more urgently into his body, he squeezed your ass. You gasped against his mouth.
He chuckled under you, โYou want more?โ
You swallowed thicky, nodding vigorously. Your hands fisted the fabric of his tank-top, tugging him closer to you until his head dipped into the crook of your shoulder. Thanks to his sturdy build, you could lean all your weight against him as he hugged your smaller form.
Enveloping your body into a tight embrace, Gladiolus grunted against your skin as he worked to increase the tempo of your movements. You moaned louder to which he snickered against your lips. With his firm grip never falterting, he leaned backwards with you in his arms until his back hit the plush mattress. You yelped in surprise.
The springs groaned, the wood creaked, and the bedframe knocked against the wall. His cock throbbed within you as he bent his knees, planting his feel firmly on the bed with you still in his lap.
Gladioโs laugh sent a chill down your spine. He covered the side of your face with wet kisses, tickling the skin with his facial hair. โIf I didnโt know better, Iโd say you were begging for it, princess.โ With his lips close by your ear, you could practically hear the smirk plastered on his face.
His movments slowed momentarily, giving you a moment to catch your breath and adjust to the change in gravity.
With every slow thrust, Gladio whispered sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to get lost in your own rapture. โJust relax and enjoy the ride.โ He kissed the top of your head. His words filled your entire world, wrapping you in an intoxicating cloud of lust.
And suddenly he pistoned his hips hard, thrusting up into your soaked cunt with exertion. The loud smacking of his hips became drilled in your head as he drove into you repeatedly.
You laid on his chest helplessly as he held you down with his own brute strength. His grip was tight on your body as he buried his face into the space between your shoulder and neck.
He slammed his cock into you relentlessly, balls smacking against your ass with each thrust. He pounded into you as if he was trying to fuck himself through every inch of your body. โFuck me,โ You huffed as the wind got knocked out of you.
It was an order, not a request. Gladio didnโt hesitate to comply. Grinding his cock into you, he thrusted his pelvis hard against yours as if that would help you find release faster. He just kept fucking into you harder and harder. Your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, soaking the entire length. And he still fucked you with everything he had.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you down as he pounded into you. His breathing was heavy, labored. His chest heaved with each thrust. His eyes were closed, his face contorted in ecstasy.
He moaned as he felt you clench around him, your wetness dripping down your thighs.
As he kept thrusting, he realized that he would only continue to get lost in you. No matter how far he could climb to chase his high, his desire remained insatiable.
Even now, hours later, dawn was approaching. After what had felt like a lifetime to Gladio, his dick still throbbed, desperate for more.
Straddling your figure as you laid on your stomach, he ground his hips down into you. Either of his hands rested on your hips as he fucked you mercilessly from behind.
The sheets were wrinkled in your grasp, pillows scattered around. Both of your bodies were drenched in sweat, hair disheveled. Your clothes were no where to be found. Presumably somewhere scattered on the floor, but you paid no mind.
He was still pounding into you, stretching you open so that you could take him, and only him. Every time his hips made contact with your ass, it jiggledโto which he found amusing.
Gladiolus smiled slightly, running his finger down your spine. A shiver of delight rippled through your body. His smile grew into a full fledged grin. Sitting up straight, he continued to pound into you. โBeautiful.โ His purred to himself.
He knew he had you completely enthralled by his cock. โGladdy,โ You moaned his name, arching your back against him. He smirked as he watched you writhe beneath him, continuing to pump himself into you as your thighs shook, clenching around his cock.
Occasionally he would hold your waist tight and push your face down into the pillows below, whispering the most vulgar obscenities to your ear.
โShit, babygirl.โ โYeah, you like that?โ โFuck yeah, take that cock.โ โSo fuckin tight.โ
He would slam into you over and over again, abusing your swollen pussy with such ferocity that it caused a sharp pang of pleasure to shoot through youe core. Then heโd shealth himself deep inside, growling through clenched teeth. โYouโre takin me so well.โ
Every second you spent with him felt like forever. But it couldn't have been any more satisfying. He was make love to you until you shattered from his lips; his touch; his words, his cock.
His fingers dug into your hips; nails scraping against your skin, creating small trails of bruises. โYouโre mine, yโknow that?โ
You could only respond in moans or whimpers. Your speech barely comprehensable to him, but he didnโt care. Every sound or movement you made told him all that he needed to know.
It was a wonder how no one knocked on your door to complain about all the noise. Not Prompto or Ignis, or the other motel quests. Not even Noctis. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the others had been listening throughout the night, but the thought was soon drowned out by your own moans.
The bed croaked in response to your passionate lovemaking. The wooden frame beat the wall over and over and over again in sync with Gladioโs thrusts, scratching off the paint.
You felt his bare chest make contact with your back as he leaned down, mixing his sweat with yours. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your skin. Your name fell from his lips with a grunt. The sound was music to your ears.
You swore to the Astrals that you couldโve fallen apart right then and there.
You let out a soft cry into the pillow, shuddering from every overhwelming sensation.
โFuck (Name),โ He kissed your shoulder blade, leaving light trails of teeth marks as he slowed the ferocity of his thrusts while still making sure to reach the most peasureable depths inside you
Gladiolus growled against the crook of your neck, feeling your cunt flutter around him. โOh shitโฆโ He grunted, grinding into you harder. His breathing grew heavier as he wrapped his arms tight around you. Your body was practially buried beneath his weight.
You bit down on the pillow, muffling out a moan into it. His large hand caressed your lower abdomen as he pulled you tighter to his body. The bed squeaked under him as his hips rolled along with yours.
Your back arched against his hard chest, your legs trembling from both the excitement and exhaustion. Your muscles tightened in an instinctual reaction whenever he took you this far. โPlease.โ You whimpered just loud enough for him to register, aching for relief.
Picking up speed yet again, Gladio shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded his forehead, dampening the strands of hair that hung onto his forehead. His muscular thighs tensed and flexed as he continued his relentless pounding.
You whimpered weakly, burying your face deeper into the pillow. Every thrust caused your clit to sting from overstimulation.
Coincidentally, every hard thrust caused the bed to croak louder and louder behind the lewd sounds.
Gladiolus let out a loud grunt, slamming into you with renewed vigor. Your breath caught in your throat, you couldnโt believe that this was happening. He continued to thrust with an intensity that left you trembling, unable to stop yourself from cumming right away.
A faint cracking could be heard coming from somehwhere in the room, but you didnโt pay any mind to it. As a final thrust brought forth your orgasm, it felt as if the walls came crumbling down. You emitted a loud cry of ecstasy.
And with yet another orgasm for the night, the bed finally gave out one last croak before collapsing in on itself.
CRACK
The bedโs legs cracked first, then the entire bedframe gave in and fell flat to the ground.
There was a pause that lasted way too long, leaving you both dead silent. It was like the world had stopped. Neither of you moved, almost too scared to break the bed further.
It took a few seconds to register what happened. Thankfully the mattress didnโt slide off during the event, so neither of you got hurt. Both emitting soft gasps, Gladio was the first to lift himself up to check out the damage.
You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and still trembling from your orgasm. And while his cock was still standing proud, still leaking with want, he ignored it entirely.
He got off of you. Rubbing the back of his neck as he grimaced at the state of the bed.
โShitโฆโ He cursed, reaching for the broken bed frame.
โIs it bad?โ You weakly sat up, cheeks flushed and eyes puffy. โItโs gonna cost us a couple thousand Gil...โ Gladio shrugged, glancing back at you.
Groaning, you pushed yourself up from the pile of pillows. Your legs wobbled as you stood, letting the blood rush to your limbs once you regained your balance. โYou think Iggyโll lecture us later?โ You chuckled softly, leaning forward to grab onto Gladioโs forearm, using it to steady yourself.
โI bet heโll make us cook for a week.โ He laughed, assuring you with a soft peck to your cheek. โIโm gonna have a great time explaining this to the owner...โ He grunted, briefly leaving your side.
Walking around the room, he picked up the clothes scattered all over the foor. โWe really outdid ourselves didnโt we?โ Gladio added with a small grin, looking down at you with amusement.
You laughed softly to yourself and pulled yourself together. โYeah, definitely did.โ You glanced at the mess of the bed again, then looked at him.
โNever expected you to be soโฆ passionate.โ You smiled sheepishly.
Gladiolus scoffed, sliding his boxers back on. โWell you werenโt expecting a gentle giant, were ya?โ He teased. Walking over to where you stood, he pulled you towards him and kissed your temple.
โNah, never.โ You grinned up at him, resting your hand over his chest. โYou made it worth my while.โ You whispered, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.
He let out a satisfied hum, โThatโs not all I got in store for you, babe.โ Playfully squeezing your ass, Gladio pulled you in for a kiss. After a couple more minutes he broke the kiss and turned away from you, grabbing his phone.
โGet yourself dressed and go see Iggy. Heโll probably let you sleep in his room.โ He uttered as he put his pants back on.
As you picked up your clothes and shuffled towards the bathroom, you turned back to look at him momentairly. โAnd what about you?โ You asked.
โIโll stay here and call the front desk.โ He answered as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it back on. โDonโt tell Ignis just yet. Wouldnโt want him getting pissed at you for my mistake.โ
Ravus x reader who where friends before the fall of tenebrae and got separated during the chaos, the y find eachother again in Altissia before its attacked
now ravus is def one of the og babygirls if you don't think so argue with the wall.
nav.
You think to yourself, well how did you get into this situation?
For all intents and purposes, you were a plain Altissian diplomat preparing for the arrival of the Prince of Lucis and his entourage. Now you were in a hotel across the city surrounded by soldiers of Niflheim, and sitting from you, is a pair of familiar siblings. You were aware of their presence too, as they had 'accompanied' the Oracle. (Everyone else knew that she was essentially a hostage.) But Secretary Claustra, your boss, had instructed you to go about as normal, something far more easily said than done.
You clear your throat, and a cup of now lukewarm tea in your hands is still full. You did not have it in yourself to take even a sip, much less snack on any of the delicious-looking tea cakes being offered to you.
"It truly has been some time, but I am delighted to see you doing well," is what Lunafreya breaks the silence with. Quite frankly you're just glad that she is here. At least you could still get the feeling that she was the same kindhearted girl you had met years prior. Ravus on the other hand? You could only hide your grimace so well. But you couldn't blame him for that.
"Same here, Lady Lunafreya, I have fond memories of our childhood, and while it is a bit late, you have my congratulations on your upcoming nuptials as well," Your smile is tight. Polite and practiced, but you could only hope she knows that truly, you were glad she was happy.
"Please call me Luna."
"Luna it is."
The short conversation continues without any problems. An attendant, who seems just as nervous as you were, is announced at the doorway. With so many gazes on her, she stutters that it was another fitting for the Oracle's wedding gown.
Lunafreya smiles gently, more for the young woman's sake than anything, as the poor thing shook like a leaf. Before quietly excusing herself, she takes your hands in her own, giving them a gentle squeeze. Ravus only nods in response to her goodbyes for the afternoon. You hear her footsteps, alongside the attendant and the guards assigned to her, retreating down the hall.
Which left you awkwardly sipping at the same cup of tea you had received when you sat down.
"I am... I am glad that you are doing well too," You almost miss it. Placing your teacup down onto the small saucer, you see now that it was Ravus being far more hesitant now that Lunafreya was gone.
A part of you thinks, that maybe he had not changed as much as you thought he did. As you grew up in Tenebrae, you had considered Ravus just as much of a friend as you did for Lunafreya, best friends even. But then, it all went terribly wrong, as all things in this world seemed wont to do, and now you had made it here.
"You don't need to be a stranger Ravus," Your tone is much lighter, "If I remember, you were the chatty one, even talking us out of trouble for a lot of your pranks."
Across from you, you might have thought he blushed. Poorly hidden behind your hand, you snort.
"I suppose not," He agrees. For a time, it was just you both reminiscing about your shared childhood. But like all good things, this meeting too comes to an end. You hesitate in saying goodbye because it sounds final. Like with Lunafreya, you take Ravus' hands into your own, much to Ravus' surprise when you even take hold of his metal one too.
Promises to meet again, such as when the wedding preparations and the summoning of the Leviathan were over, were made. You collect your things and make your way out.
Naively you hope that things can stay like this for a while. Yet when you stare outside into the waters surrounding Altissia, all you feel is unease.
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Hi! I would love to request headcannons of the chocobros and how will they react when their s/o leaves a lipstick mark by accident on their cheek. Like, s/o was trying a new color and forgot about it until kissing the bros xD
Oh this is so cute ๐
Noctis
โข โWhy are you laughing?โ He saids as you are giggling at him.
โข You accidentally forgot that you had lipstick on and Noctโs left cheek had to pay๏ฟผ for it.
โข He looks embarrassed when you finally explain to him why you are laughing.
โข He finally compose ๏ฟผ๏ฟผhimself๏ฟผ and tries to act cocky. Like no big deal.
โข But secretly, he still feels very embarrassed.
โข He really likes your lipstick. He wants you to use it more
Prompto
โข SO EMBARRASSED!!
โข HIS FACE IS SO RED!!
โข MORE RED THAN A TOMATO!
โข He tries to act tough๏ฟผ but it fails quickly.
โข He complements your lipstick color. Red? He likes it.
โข He thinks itโs the best!!
Ignis
โข A little Embarrassed but heโs still composed and even smiled!
โข To him, itโs not a big deal.
โข Accidents do happen from time to time๏ฟผ๏ฟผ.
โข He also really really likes the color your using.
โข โThe color you are using, is beautiful on your lips darling. Do not be upset over mark on my cheek. Accidents happen sometimes.โ
โข โOh thatโs wasnโt an accident.โ Ignis: 0_0
Gladiolus
โข He laughs too!
โข Nothing ever fazes him so this was no big deal.๏ฟผ
โข He begs for you to kiss him more with the lipstick your using.
โข Itโs now his favorite!
โข He does eventually wipe it off but he doesnโt ๏ฟผforget it๏ฟผ and neither will you.๏ฟผ
A prince is a refined young gentleman. As a member of high society, there are many ideas that come to mind when thinking of a prince. A prince is smart and witty. A prince is handsome and kind. A prince is loyal and wants whatโs best for his people. And a prince is brave and true.
But a prince does not get on his knees. Not for some girl.
And especially not for some girl like you.
But when a prince is kind, heโll allow you certain liberties when you allow him certain liberties. For example, he wonโt make you kneel on the hard, cold pavement that is the very road he drives at night. Instead, heโll allow you to sit in the passenger seat as he bites his lip, hoping to keep quiet so that the rest of his party sleeps through the way you have your hand down his pants.
โNoct, baby, you almost there?โ Your whisper comes out in a rush, tongue swiping across your bottom lip as your eyes narrow in his cock. Youโre drunk on the sight of it. โYou close? Baby, you close?โ
โYeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah-โ He all but chants, hands gripping the side of his seats, and you squeeze him tighter. Standing at slightly above average in length, his dick is something to drool over. His cock is long and pretty- a nice color with a good amount of veins that you just know will feel good inside of you. The way he leaks all over your fingers is encouragement enough to keep going, to keep pleasuring him. And the way it pulsates, all hot and heavy in your hand? Pure gold. โHaaah, yeah- yeah, Iโm close. Hrggh, pleaseโฆ.please Iโm so close.โ
Itโs hard to keep him calm when youโre doing this to him, but you donโt exactly blame him when the Regalia jerks and jerks anytime he starts to feel too good. Youโre more than happy to do this for him- more than happy to please. But his friends were camping outside, sleeping only a couple feet from where the car was parked. The doors are shut tight, sure. And the top is securely on. But even if the night sky was pitch black and the car was completely closed in, all it took was one little peek and a moan thatโs a little too loud to ruin the moment.
Of course, that didnโt mean you werenโt allowed to tease him, though.
โNoctis~โ Your voice comes out as sweet yet hushed while you pump his dick a little harder. โYouโre so vocal! Itโs really cute.โ
For a moment, he glances over at you. Heโs pretty like this, you canโt help but note. Heโs always been pretty, but you canโt help but admire the way such a power figure falls weak to you. The glare on his face has no fire, no backbone, and falters all too quickly when your thumb rubs at the head of his cock. His mouth parts as a desperate moan spill out, and those beautiful blue eyes of his disappear as he throws his head back against the seat.
Thatโs when you really start to stroke with purpose.
Itโs an uncomfortable lean you have to deal with as you do it, but itโs all worth it in the end.
Everything is to coax a sound out of him. A breathy, quiet moan or a deep, powerful groan. A soft little whine or needy little whimper. So what if you have to reach across the center console to give the prince a handjob. The awkward way you have to stretch across the car just to be close to him tugs at your clothes in a way that makes your mini skirt all too scandalous and your top practically useless at this point.
Give him a little show of what comes with the main course while he receives his appetizer.
โPleaseโฆโ The groan he gives you is downright sinful. It takes every ounce of your willpower to not take your focus off of him and to avoid reaching between your legs. โJust let me- just let meโฆโ
His voice trails off as you lean into him some more, kissing his cheek before whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Youโre just as breathless as him, watching him squirm and come undone. Underneath his midnight black bangs, his eyes squeeze shut as he chases his high. His cock twitches within your hand, veins pulsating as you work your magic on him. Up and down, up and down, his hips buck in time with your strokes that just seem to move faster and faster.
โRight there?โ You ask when his breathing suddenly labors.
โR-right, right there.โ He confirms, sucking in a sharp breath. โDonโt stop- please donโt stopโฆ.ahhโ
You obey readily, drinking up his every reaction. You kiss his cheek again, speaking soft, dirty words of encouragement as you ask him, beg him to paint your hand with his seed. His skin is warm, feverish even, underneath your lips, and you know he just wants release. He meets your words with a cry, blue eyes flicking open just long enough to flicker down to your lips. He doesnโt have to say anything for you to meet him with a proper kiss- lips molding against him so easily. You take over control, guiding the kiss and being a little more forceful so he could focus on himself and only himself. But when that doesnโt push him over the edge, you pull back and blow softly into his ear.
He cums with a start, voice dripping dangerously between a groan and a growl. White, hot ropes shoot out from his cock and onto your hand. You slow down your strokes to a snail-like pace, but you never fully stop. You like the way he whines as you ease him through his orgasm. You like the way heโs sensitive.
FFXV being Yandere- Gladiolus/Noctis/Prompto/Ignis/Ardyn/Regis
*Covers eyes* I am not here. But you are. You might as well read.ย
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TW:ย MINORS DNIย Dark Content. Yandere themes. Stalking. Dubious Dubious Consent. Slight Daddy kink. Masochism. Sadism. Slight exhibitionism. Fear play.ย
Gladiolus - Geeezzz he's so in love with you. Has been for so long. Just watching you through the castle. He just knows you'd look good in his bed. With a ring on your finger (and neck) crying out his name. He sees the other knights in the castle chatting you up, but he may or may not be standing behind you giving them the death glare. Its only accidental that a couple of knights disappear. Only happenstance that these were the same men that gave you a hard time. When you look at him with needy eyes asking him for help, he has to have you. Wont let you out of his room. Look hes trying to make you feel safe and secure. You may think he's not the kindest when he buckles you in your collar connected to a brick wall and gives you the deepest of kisses. Grips your chin to open your mouth so he has more access- every day before he goes to work. He knows you hate when he leaves and hes gonna make it up to you. He even promised you a baby if youre good. Your eyes are misting, but theres no reason for it. you know he's gonna fuck you into that very same wall when he gets home. Give you all the attention that you've been whining for. "Awww sorry princess, Daddy didnt mean it. Im not letting you go unitl you forgive me".
Noctis- Two words. Cage Beds. Always. He loves you, but he cant trust you as far as he can throw. He was even nice enough to pick the bed with you in the room. ย Keeps one leg shackeled at all times when he doesnt have sights on you. Why would you want to get out anyways? Your sole purpose is to serve him. He would never feel bad for taking your life. Its his anyways. He might use the guards to spy on you, and so what? You like to run. And not that he doesnt like to chase you, no, it becomes a hassle when he has duties to fulfill for the kingdom. Playtime is not 24/7 pet and you know this. He has to roll his eyes because it seems that no one understands that not a single soul is allowed to talk to you in any capacity. At this point he's going to have to pay his public executioner more, he's been working overtime. Probably gonna have to fuck your little mouth shut again just to give everyone a break. ย He would hope you'll get used to being his possession. Its hardly sexual at this point, especially when he can use you like a malleable toy. You're cute,ย but he's really been thinking about...experimentation during his down time. Wonders what you'd do if he held a syringe of anything next to that cute face. ย
Prompto - He doesnt mean to be angry. He doesnt. But you just make him so hot, its hard to cipher his feelings out of something so strong. You were so nice and thats why he took you in the first place; but now youre so hurtful. How is he supposed to deal with that- especially when youre saying mean things to him. How could you say something about his humanity! He has it! He definitely doesnt mean to bruise you, gripping your waist so tight that bruises form, its an honest mistake. But he has to prove it to you somehow that he is deserving of you. He adores it when he fucks you so good that you pass out. Pleas and gasp making an abrupt choked noise when your head hits the pillow. Doesnt mean he's gonna stop his hips from moving. He needs to prove to you that you are it. So he'll fuck you awake so he can remind you. No matter how much it takes.
Ignis- Wants to get inside your head first. To be the only thing you think about. Walks by you and sometimes bumps into you. Says he's sorry and touches you. makes sure that your mind drifts to him. He knows exactly where you're going to be at the exact time. Of course he's input cameras into every point in your house and office. He cant keep an eye off you for a second. What if that "partner" from the other cubicle comes by and hassles you again? He sees the way that man looks at you. Distractingly similar to how Ignis himself looks at you. But that guy doesnt care about you. Doesnt know what you like to eat or what flowers you like first thing in the morning. Or that you even prefer to be bent over the desk rather than pressed against the window. Probably doesnt know that your hole squeezes just a little tighter when someone walks pass. Has to press his hand against your mouth when you get a little too loud. Frown deepens when he thrust into you as hard as he can when your "partner" knocks on the door.
Ardyn- He's so giddy when you wake up and his lips are already on yours before your eyes open. He picked up the change of breathing and wanted to be ready for you. He can mark what belongs to him right? Gods he cant wait until he puts bruises on that pretty skin. He wants to hear you whineย for him. You may be a resistant now, but you'll come around. They always do. He's seen the way your eyes flutter just slightly when he grasps your throat when youre being just a little too bratty. The way you beg gets him so hard- he wants to fuck you where you stand, but he's trying to be patient. Knows that one day you'll come to him crawling on your hands and knees with that cute little collar, leash in mouth, begging for him to fuck you. He can wait. He's waited this long hasnt he?
Regis- In the name of the throne, it has to be done. You have to be his. Does not matter your standing whether high status or low born. You were supposed to be his. The Gods told him so. Its a shame you were taken from your home by his very guards, but he knew you would have a better life with him. He would treat you right. Give you all the little toys your heart desired. He's wanted you for so long. How dare you ignore him? A king? He'd make sure you never step foot out of the castle again. For your own good. You deserved the best. And you would get the best too wouldnt you? His fingers, his mouth, even his time. He wants those beautiful face writhing in pleasure not pain, but if you dont behave, he'll take either.
