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Welcome |Lio Fotia × Reader Fem|.
Summary: Mad burnish dissolved like flames against the wind and the Burnishs struggle with the daily life of normality, they were finally considered human. Why was it so hard?
Cw. angst, fluff, etc.
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Normality slowly settled after the combustion that had consumed the entire planet to make way for the separation of Burnish's life species from humans, it was both a blessing and an official declaration of a humanity taken from those who randomly did combustion.
They woke up without hearing the voices asking them to burn more intensely.
He was genuinely strange, more than welcome but strange nonetheless. Even more so for those who had fought all their lives to control their flames, to retain them deep within their being and continue to be human. The comfort of not supporting the intensity of some flames that were crying out to come out was painful.
That present tasted bitter.
Lio had simply had it easy to carry on with her life, he had been almost cornered in the fire rescue team at the request of the Leader and Captain; Ignis after seeing her potential, which still left a bad taste in his mouth. It hadn't been fighting potential or anything, it had been his feelings and instincts that had come to the surface irremediably in the form of flames that she couldn't control, not when Kray had taken everything from her hands; friends, colleagues, family and partner. Her hatred for Kray had taken her peace of mind out of her veins, because she no longer had anything to lose. If Ignis realized his own mental debate at that moment, he didn't utter a single word, he didn't ask him to think about it and he didn't give him time to decide, there was only that opportunity to continue, he had lived with Burnish's fire since he he had a memory and dealing with actual fire was an afterthought.
They were calm days only with occasional breezes and drizzle, some fire a day or week.
He found himself in a terrain whose characteristics he had completely forgotten, it was impossible for him not to remember the fire vibrating in his veins and the voices asking him to burn more, to burn as much as possible. He now understood that they were lives crying out to return home, the same house from which his own fire snatched him away forever.
Even to this day, there was that itch on his skin now without fire and that he could never soothe even if he ripped the skin off. The fresh rejection of his own biological family, the loving words of who remained a part of his soul and the hatred towards those who differentiated them from humans, always in his imperturbable and semi-permanent memory. No outing of hers with her new colleagues and friends could silence those memories, only her voice could, only her had that effect.
And she had not seen her since they had to separate again before finding Guiera and Meis.
It was something I couldn't stop thinking about, couldn't stop searching the sea of faces (which I still hated) for their unforgettable features and searching for their specific tone of voice, paying attention to the white noise around them in the hope of coming back to it. find her. Even when his old group continued looking for her, they couldn't find her, and he had so many people he helped (he couldn't give a face to each of them) willing to help him as he had, and he thought that if there were more people from all over the world world searching would be faster.
He was irrevocably, unequivocally, hopelessly wrong.
He felt faint when he thought he saw her, when his mind betrayed him and exactly replicated her tone of voice, how it reproduced and replicated her laughter at random moments, how it made him believe he saw the exact color of her eyes in someone else's eyes. He was going crazy, and no one could understand the depth of his dilemma if they tried.
Varys had spoken to him after one of the first real fires they attended to after their integration, congratulating him on his quick action and the ease with which he dealt with situations of imminent risk (he bit his tongue not to say that this was how he dealt with himself at the same time). beginning), culminating with words that gave him some peace of mind at that moment; everything will fall into place and that pain will calm down.
I appreciate it.
Remi had been more pragmatic and direct, he had congratulated him on returning to a normal life and told him that he would understand if something was difficult for him both at work and socially speaking, it was strange and somewhat awkward but hey, it was his best attempt at seem.
He was fine, uncomfortable but fine.
Aina treated him as if they were lifelong friends, normally and carelessly, as if he were just another human (he hated how he still thought of himself as an outcast), he was gratifying but strange.
Strange but okay.
Ignis had stopped to listen to what he thought after the fire cases controlled by the rescue team and when he couldn't utter words he respected him, he only affirmed commenting that afterwards he would stop feeling numb and move forward without pain.
He never knew if his look was so incredulous and surprised, because he only received a half hug that he knew was bittersweet.
Lucia was easier to deal with, he never paid attention to her when she was a 'terrorist' for her it was still what it was (as strange as it was for hers) as long as he was still willing to try her inventions together Gallic.
Just fine, he had nothing to think or say. He was the one he felt most comfortable with and never scrutinized.
Galo was a completely different subject, he knew that he was not as stupid as he appeared and that he could see beyond the usual appearances of tranquility or disinterest in him, he knew it more, he never said anything, he only made him do more daily things together with everyone; go to the movies, to eat, for a walk, to the park, to go out alone to explore the city, to meet Guiera and Meis after everything that happened, and I also encourage him to have a pet, one that he adopted after a fire, a puppy abandoned by its owners in the fire that unfortunately lost a paw because it had been crushed by a burning piece of furniture that fell on it.
He had begun to live his normality in the company of Tandem, his new company.
It was strange living normally and not having her by his side, after all the promises they had made to each other, those nights when they had taken a few minutes to doze and relax against each other's bodies, daydreaming about the vine they hoped they could have someday. day; not having to run away and not having to see friends die again, being able to create a home, live, wake up and have breakfast together. They were dreams that he still remembered well, and how your voice was relaxing that night sleeping near a volcano to hide them. He lived those dreams with his Tandem friend who was happy when he came home and always waited for him, it was something that calmed his growing anxiety.
He until he found her.
They had responded to a fire call in a building, the fire was such that two rescue teams had been required, the fire and the medical training, apparently they were a team that had existed before the Burnish but was extinguished and returned now because the fire was normal and if it killed more people. The smoke was merciless with the equipment and more when any equipment did not extinguish the flames, with masks they had to enter to get the civilians they could but on the top floor there was only one person for which the medical rescuers came, all covered had descended from the sky to enter through the windows breaking them in the process so that the smoke could escape and give them entry to put out the fire, he went with Remy to look for more fire and put it out properly. Until the other team found injured people, out of the corner of my eye I managed to see how they became even faster to pull the less injured people towards Galo and Varys, the most injured had remained in the company of a single rescuer.
Both he and Remy watched as that rescuer did everything possible to return his pulse, even though the stretcher had been lifted by the other two who didn't flinch from the additional weight and advanced towards Aina who was waiting to take them down. And at that moment, he barely recognized her voice, as he gave shouted orders to the doctors waiting below before disappearing into the smoke. After putting out and putting out the fire, he didn't stay to listen to Ignis, he needed to know if it was her or not.
Aina and Galo watched him speed off on his motorcycle, leaving behind only his remaining equipment and a trail of dust in his wake. Nobody asked and they left him, it was the first time he did something moderately impulsive. However, the team couldn't help but worry about him, so they followed him from afar to the general hospital.
Lio almost left the motorcycle badly parked but he calmed down and left it well positioned, before entering the chaos that was the hospital with nurses and doctors running from one side to the other, treating the injured in the waiting room due to the crowding of everything and between So much chaos recognized her, she had her back to him, standing in front of a stretcher where she was attending to someone and she found nothing in herself to make herself known. He saw her in element, helping and helping people, and she shone like the sun itself. And when panic attacked her she turned around, she was able to admire her surprise in her look and since she got stuck in her place before reacting, by inertia she responded with a smile. She watched as the head medic smiled brightly before pulling her in her direction until they were face to face.
"Hello" "H-hey" they said at the same time.
She hugged him before letting her embarrassment win over her, she did not hesitate another second and did what I so hopefully can do again, feel him in her arms and listen to her breathing pattern, feeling her arms around her tightly and how she hid her face. on his neck, despite the height difference and the fact that he had to make an extra effort. She could smell the scent of smoke and sweat on hers, but there was still that unmistakable scent on her skin that she made him feel at home.
"I missed you so much, you don't know how much" Lio commented with a weak and stuck voice, refusing to let go.
Whether everyone or no one saw the couple hug each other tightly, no one said anything, they let them have their precious time together. Doctors and rescue team stayed away from them, by their appearances they deserved it.
"I missed you so much Lio, dear" she finally spoke with a shaky voice and strangled by the lump in her throat, before separating a little from Lio to cradle his face in her hands, feeling the texture of his skin and the exact color of her light hair "We don't have to part again, y-yes?"
Lio could only laugh, a broken and weak laugh, the first laugh she didn't feel was fake on her lips.
"I'll make sure of that love"
She just giggled before sealing her lips against the taller ones, unable to resist it any longer and devoting herself to savoring the smoke, heat and sweat on her lips slightly dry from the fire. They knew Lio, there was no doubt and it was finally in her hands, after months with the idea of her disappearance and possible death of her.
"Welcome back honey"
Lio felt complete, how her being entered into peace and her concerns calmed her screams, finally he had her in front of him and he would refuse to leave her back, until she allowed it. There would not be a day where he did not love her.
Her new life was welcome with her by her side.
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*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— just for tonight, i don’t hate you + katsuki bakugou.
૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — when there’s a bounty over your head and a reward for your safe return to your soon-to-be husband and future king, touya todoroki… you should be mindful of who you fall for. you should pretend to hate the man who seeks the prize money you’d bring. and the dragon prince, katsuki bakugou, should probably do the same.
⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up, smut, angst, arguments, one-bed trope, enemies to lovers, love confessions, arranged marriages, fingering, marking, biting, scratching creampies, hair pulling, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, slight!infidelity, fantasy!au, fem!reader, dragon prince!bakugou.
⭑ words — 2.8K.
⭑ notes — happy valentine’s day my sweets!! here’s a precious little fic for you, a commission from the darling @peonies-and-teacakes and beta read by @yuki-no-akumu !! i hope you guys enjoy and remember that ily <3 mwah mwah !! - m.list ✩
“s-sir…i am so sorry.”
don’t.
“t-there’s been some kind of mistake!”
don’t you say it.
“unfortunately the room at our inn you’d requested for tonight has been double booked…”
don’t you dare say it.
“we can only offer you the alternative which is a single bed, again sir, i-i’m so sorry.”
it’s not the clerk’s fault, it’s a simple mistake that anyone could make at an inn located in one of the busiest travelling towns in all of Aethopia— but it shouldn’t have happened to katsuki bakugou. it’s the worst thing that could have ever happened to katsuki bakugou. “you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” the dragon prince snarls, almost resembling the mystical creature acting as his tribe’s crest— teeth white, sharp and menacingly on display. “all this fuckin’ coin spent on a useless, shitty inn ‘nd you can’t even book the right room?”
the clerk shrinks back, visibly shaken as they hand over a set of room keys to the blonde. “s-so sorry! s-sir!” they add timidly, flinching as they clatter into bakugou’s palm and he snatches the metal away from them.
“sorry ain’t gonna cut it, what a waste of my coin! i ain’t ever comin’ back to this shithole.” he continues to snap, and with a swish of his red woven cape, bakugou’s gone— storming away and outside of the reception, filled with enough rage to fan the flames of a dragon’s fire. you’re waiting for him with his horse, tending to it as he steps into the cool outside. the forest trees sway with the prince’s arrival but don’t do anything to distract you from running your fingers to the snow-white coloured steed.
you’re beautiful and that angers katsuki. you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen in all of the moons he’s existed— you shine under the light of the silver crescent, as if glitter is speckled all over your skin or you’re covered in a layer of diamonds.
your smile as his horse chuffs and nudges you with its head is precious, more valuable than any gem found in this world’s greatest mines. your dress isn’t made out of the finest materials, but it fits perfectly around your sweet dips and curves— it’s pretty. you’re pretty. there’s something about you that makes a mess of katsuki’s pulse, that steals his breath away and he hates you for it.
you’re supposed to be an ordinary girl, you’re supposed to be just a pile of coin to him— a reward for returning you, prince touya of Ignis’ runaway bride. there was a hefty bounty hanging over your head for your safe return to his royal highness’ side, for you were to be the tool that helped to clean up prince touya’s act and get him prepared for kingship. again, you weren’t meant to be anything more to katsuki, in fact, if he had to he would force himself to despise you— you make him miserable, he has to remind himself that you’re just a prize. nothing more, nothing less.
despite the blonde’s plan to have you back in the hands of the todoroki family— he’s had his doubts. rumour has it that touya todoroki, better known to lesser folk as dabi, is an evil brute. one with little regard to the women he’s kept or invited up to his royal chambers. other whispers on the street have mentioned that you were a spoiled little village girl from within their kingdom, refusing the life the todoroki’s were to offer you.
that was another reason for bakugou to hate you— you were a brat that ran away because touya wouldn’t feed you with a silver spoon, because he was the first man in your existence to be unkind and you couldn’t find it in yourself to put up with it despite being set for the rest of your life.
katsuki bakugou of the dragon tribe had found you just outside of his territory— half dead, your clothes torn and a second away from being hunted by the mythical monsters that prowled them. you resented him, for what he did next. you had the audacity to be mad at the dragon prince for saving your life and nursing you back to health. you blame him for the miserable outcomes of your life and for having his heart set on returning you back to touya todoroki, blaming him for it all.
at the time, the pair of you had argued. bakugou had called you a stupids and naive little girl— who wouldn’t want to be married to a future king? you wouldn’t have a single thing to worry about if you did, your every need would be taken care of without you even asking. you wouldn’t have to kill for your next meal, worry about when or where you could sleep next, spend every day fighting for survival. clearly you both had different views on the world, and what should have been gratefulness turned into hatred.
bakugou had tied your wrists, dragged you kicking and screaming back on the route straight to the todoroki castle— reuniting you with your Prince Charming. so far, you’d made this journey hell, almost cost him fights and got him in trouble with clients or employers. you were embarrassing.
and in your eyes? katsuki was your fairytale villain. he was a selfish, ugly bastard who wouldn’t let you steal your freedom, all for some money. you hated bakugou with every fibre of your being and every ounce of your heart and he knew. he knew this, but that didn’t make it any easier to handle when you look at him like his every step scorches the earth.
scowl at him like you do now.
like he was the most awful man in the world. like he was touya. who he had heard from stories didn’t handle women in the best of ways.
“what, ya still mad at me, princess?” bakugou asks as he approaches you, the twigs snapping under his boots grabbing your attention.
before arriving at the inn, the dragon wielder had told you that you were a useless airhead— one that couldn’t survive on her own and needed a man to save her. you’d slapped him hard without hesitation and neither of you’d spoken until now. “of course i am, don’t ask stupid questions, you barbarian,” you spit harshly, turning back to the horse at hand. “did you get the room? i’m tired and sick of looking at your face.”
he almost flinches back to avoid being hit by your venomous words but instead retaliates. “i did ‘n yer stuck with me, sweetheart, there’s only one bed.”
“you’re kidding, right?” your eye twitches as you spin on your heel to face katsuki once more and the blonde braces himself for an onslaught of your slander. “oh! bakugou. you’re such an incompetent fool. you can’t even book an inn on your own, so you need a woman to do that for you?” you throw his words from earlier back into his face like an acid burn that’s been waiting underneath your tongue.
“i didn’t wanna be stuck with your ass anyways! quit complainin’!”
“well, if you insist on not being stuck with me, perhaps releasing me before we reach the todoroki’s is a good idea—“
“— fat chance, princess.” bakugou scoffs back. “not with the bounty over your head. puttin’ up with your shitty attitude will be fuckin’ worth dealin’ with until you’re back with ‘em.”
he doesn’t give you a chance to retort, heading back into the inn whether you follow him or not.
katsuki is glad that you don’t, at least not straight away— wanting to calm down the ache you’ve inflicted upon his hatred-blackened heart.
though he might hate you, katsuki can always tell when you’re crying.
around the same time every night and throughout your travels, your shoulders shake as sobs rack your body while you think he’s fast asleep. of course, the dragon prince feels bad— he’s practically handing you off to the devil in exchange for a lump of cash. you’ve been down on your luck and the blonde feels partially responsible for that.
rolling over to face you, bakugou watches with a deep frown as you keep your eyes on the wall opposite you— not daring to acknowledge him. “‘m sorry… about what i said,” he feels guilty but only just, unsure of his next words. “‘bout this touya thing… and all the men that have hurt you. i’m—” he takes a breath. “sorry about everything. i only treat you that way ‘cause i don’t want ya to end up lost like me…” he doesn’t want you to fall for him, to stay with him.
silence echoes between you both but katsuki can tell that you’ve calmed down from the way your body stops shaking and your hiccups quieten down. “you care about me, bakugou?” rolling over, the blonde finds himself lost in the sparkle of your galaxy eyes yet again— hating you for it, fighting down his love for you.
you’re close, way too close and everything beneath the sheets is hot. “shut up, princess.” bakugou whispers, not realising that the warmth of his breath is coasting over your lips wetly. before either of you know it, you’re kissing— mouths slotting against one another, tongues rolling over each other sloppily as you swap spit and pour undisclosed feelings into one another. his hands slip under your flimsy excuse for a night-gown, trailing up the good meat of your thighs, the soft curves of your waist and hips. you have him in shambles, with the way you gasp quietly at his thumbs swiping at the swell of your breasts— just brushing over your pebbling nipples. you coo and cry and he takes more from you, tugging on your lower lip with shining rows of pearly whites and licking into your mouth to swallow your whistle-tone moans.
“quiet, princess,” bakugou’s mouth is hot, blisteringly slow— his tongue leaving trails of clear, thick saliva along the planes of your skin. “gotta be quiet, baby, can’t wake anyone up, yeah?” the sharp edges of his teeth just graze your salt-licked flesh, barely nipping it. katsuki knows better, he can’t leave marks. he can’t return damaged goods to the soon-to-be king. to the touya todoroki. “so good, such a good girl.”
“o-oh! k-katsuki!” you stutter out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and locking away the stars as the dragon prince’s hand fumbles between your hot and heavy bodies. he finds your clit, swollen and sticky— pulsating beneath rough fingertips. “p-please, i need you. please, katsuki. n-need–!” you sing your praises to the high heaves, the letters of his name rubbed into your pretty pussy as he plays with it between your slick, doughy thighs.
a single finger slips past your fluttering entrance, but he doesn’t dare let up on your pleasure nub— circling it diligently. “shut up, yeah?” the man slurs into your neck, spreading your pussy lips apart to finger you deeper, faster— losing his sanity listening to the sound of you squelch. “i hate you…r’member that. h-hate you— fuck…”
“hate you, s’much. o-oh, right there!” your own set of fingers curl in sandy blonde locks tightly pulling him back up to your face for a kiss. but his eyes, your eyes, they both speak forbidden and unspoken love. your other hand grasps at his throbbing cock, arousal spilling over your knuckles and straight from the tip. his chest rumbles in pleasure, hips rutting into your closed fist languidly before he swoops down to lure you into the forest of temptation, the haze of another uncoordinated, messy kiss.
you mewl into one another’s open mouths, swollen and cherry lips meshing together— this? whatever you’re doing together, a pile of sweaty limbs moving in sync with one another…it’s everything either of you have ever wanted. playing pretend, hating one another face to face and loving one another in secret. katsuki curls his fingers, pressing down on your g-spot and you run your thumb through the seedy slit of his cockhead…eager to please one another. to love one another.
“put it in, katsuki.” gasping but demanding, you call to him— hungry for more, to have his everything. he wants to, god he wants to. but what if he hurts you? what if you fall apart like fragile glass? what if touya—? you grab at the blonde’s chin, guiding his gaze up to yours and his thick girth to your clenching, unfilled hole. “just for tonight, one night. show me how you truly feel about me katsuki…make love to me.”
you’re giving him a chance, giving him this one last night to deflower the prettiest, most beautiful thing katsuki bakugou has ever held in his bare, monstrous hands. wrapping your legs around the slenderness of his waist, you lock your ankles at the small of his back and squeeze to draw him closer. his milky shaft pushes through your arousal soaked folds, clear strings of it clinging to every vein that decorates the length of him.
both of you shudder once he’s bottomed out inside the warmth of your velvety, silken walls. he’s as deep as he can go, stretching you over him with slow rolls of his hips and his balls heavy with cum, seated at the curve of your ass. “f-fuck, you’re tight, princess,” katsuki whines, wrapping his arms around your head to pin you to the bed beneath him. he fills you to the brim, brings tears to your eyes as he splits you apart and pieces you back together with every single thrust. your g-spot is a victim to endless ectasy given to you by his mushroomed tip as it rams against you, desperately.
rolling your hips up to match his pace, you swallow the saliva pooling on the palette of your tongue— skin buzzing with lust while you mark up the blonde’s back. you leave tiger-claw patterns across his tanned back, red and raw before mussing up his hair pulling him closer until either of you have room to breathe. his breath is ragged against the shell of your ear, thrusts rampant each time he plunges into your souse, salacious pussy.
katsuki drowns himself in you, and like an alcoholic reaching for another drink— he’s addicted. he groans pathetically when you bite him, kiss him and spit into his mouth until he’s babbling and brainless. you bite his shoulder to keep quiet but the bed creaks loudly enough to cover your harmonised moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin harshly.
“i love you,” you breathe weakly, body wracked with shakes when bakugou slips out of your cunt from how fast he's pounding you into the sheets, tied to you only by strings of slick.
he says it back, instantaneously while forcing himself back into your addictive heat, desperate to get you both to your highs. “i love you.” next he finds your clit again, using three fingers to tap at it so that you tremble cutely beneath him. “hold it, princess. hold your orgasm. p-promise it’ll feel good, kay?” the dragon prince pulls back only just, dragging his seedy tip along your insides and you whine at the loss of being so full. “promise me that when he’s fucking you, when touya makes you his bride a-and weds you, his pretty virgin bride…that you’ll think of me ‘n me alone.”
“i-i promise,” you murmur, playing with the baby hairs on the base of katsuki’s neck, looking up at him lovingly as you clench down on him at his claim— dripping sweet nectar down his balls.
only then does katsuki put his entire weight on you, jutting into you all at once, nearly breaking the bed as it hits the wall behind you over and over. his cock swells inside of you, close to bursting and cumming inside of you. with one, two, three more calculated thrusts you’re thrown over the edge— the dopamine high of your orgasm crashing over your brain while you squirt clear streams over his lower tummy and cock.
he’s right behind you, following the stream of your sweet essence that nearly forces him out of you. thick, hot ropes of cum paint your insides belonging to the man that you love, filling you up to the brim. katsuki collapses on top of you with one last kiss, your foreheads pressed together and the crude mix of your arousal leaking from your tiny hole, onto your shared sheets.
“i don’t…i don’t hate you,” you stutter once both of your breathing has evened out, teary eyed because you can’t say that you love him again. it’ll make it too real, neither of you can have that if you’re promised to touya and bakugou has promised to take you back to the ruthless future king.
“niether do i,” katsuki breathes back, wiping your eyes with the pad of his thumb, using a delicate touch.
he couldn’t help it, loving you but at least he got to…just for tonight.
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𝐄𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐑𝐮𝐧 ☀︎︎
pairings - Ignis Scientia x Fem! Reader
(softdom ignis req from anon)
𝐂𝐰- car sex, semi-public sex, cum eating, one singular pussy slap, 99% smut, 1% fluff, idk if this is considered a blurb but ❦
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You’re woken up earlier than expected by Ignis gently shaking you in your tent. “Up for a drive?” he speaks softly, lowering his voice so the others don’t overhear —if they’re even awake.
“Why so early…” you grumble, mulling over and burrowing back in your sleeping bag.
“I’m going to get some ebony,” he pauses. “And I figured this would be a good opportunity for you and I to have some alone time for once.”
In other words, he’s horny.
You both agreed to keep your relationship on the low. At least for now. But doing so makes it hard to even be together.
The boys were always there, giving you little chance to have one on one time. It was almost like having children. You had to constantly find alternatives. Like sneaking out together at night, or in this case, in the morning.
He flips your messy hair between his fingers, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. Part of you wanted to go back to sleep, but you’d feel terrible leaving him hanging. Plus, you were feeling a little pent up too.
“Just a minute,” you eventually reply, rubbing open your tired eyes.
“I’ll be waiting in the regalia.” he leaves you to further wake up and get ready. He understood ‘a minute’ could mean twenty, but he didn’t mind. He’d just listen to the radio in the meantime.
You finally come out after fixing your bed head, zipping up your tent and making your way to the car and hopping in on the passengers side. “Sooo…where to?”
“I was thinking just outside of hammerhead? Not very romantic, I’m aware.” he replies, starting the car and shifting into drive.
“Anywhere is fine with me. You know that.”
“Right,” he sighs. “It’s just sometimes I feel like i’m not doing enough for you.”
His constant self doubting made you want to slap him. He did more than plenty. Not just for you, for everyone. Honestly, he held the group together.
“Where would I be without you and your cooking?” you tease.
“I suppose you have a point. I’d make a lovely wife, wouldn’t I?”
You both share a laugh and he keeps his eyes on the road as he drives. “In all seriousness, I’d like to take you on a real date one of these days.”
He glances over, reading into your giddy expression. It was clear you were waiting for him to offer, which he found adorable.
The second he pulls over, putting the regalia in park, his lips are on yours. Your eyes flutter shut and his hand tangles in your hair, pulling you as close as possible, though the car was a bit close spaced. The center console is the only thing that separates you and he hardly cares about it digging into his hip as he leans further into you.
His lips are as soft and as sweet as they look, taking over yours in slow, deep strokes.
“Get in the backseat,” he breathes out, telling rather than asking. He unfastens his belt, slipping out of his tight fitting pants while you crawl to the back of the car.
He soon follows after, one arm on either side of you to prop himself above.
He uses his knee to push up your skirt as he leans down to kiss you again. He runs his tongue along your lower lip, asking for you to open up and let him in.
His hand comes down to cup you through your panties, and he realizes you’re not wearing any as he makes contact with your bare skin. “Naughty girl today, are we?”
“I think i’ll treat you like one then.”
You curve a cheeky smile and he shoves his fingers into you, forcing your mouth to an O instead. He keeps them in deep, only pressing upwards and spreading you open for him.
You clamp your thighs together with a whine and he removes his digits, instead bringing his palm down with a soft slap to your cunt. “Spread your legs for me darling,” he orders, to which you comply immediately.
With your legs wide open, he lowers himself to you. His arousal was growing to be almost painfully hard, he couldn’t wait any longer.
He grips the base, slowly guiding the head of his cock inside your tight opening with a low moan. You never fail to impress him.
“You feel amazing, as always dear…” he says, starting to slowly rock the car with the force of his thrusts.
Your hands find their way to his waist, encouraging him to go faster. “So needy…Do you want it harder?”
“Please yes!” you cry.
“Say it clearly, and i’ll give it to you.” He was struggling to hold back. Still, he wanted you to say it outright.
“Fuck me harder..!”
At your plea, he picks up the pace as much as the cramped backseat will allow, quickly losing composure. He jabs that sensitive spot over and over, making you gush and flutter around him. It doesn’t take long for him to climax as well.
He pulls out quickly, shoving his length into your open mouth as he finishes. His load coats your tongue, trickling down your chin with its warmth.
“Can’t make a mess on the seats. It’s Noct’s car.” he reminds you as he travels further down.
His tongue works its way through your slick folds, sucking up all your juices so they don’t stain. “We should do this in a hotel next time…” you suggest.
Ignis finishes cleaning you up, separating and revealing his glistening wet face. He’d never admit it but he’s a messy eater. At least when it comes to you. He loses all sense of etiquette.
“Indeed,” he agrees. “It would be much more comfortable for the both of us.” He fixes your skirt for you, making sure you look as you did before.
He traces his thumb along your lip, collecting the excess of his mess and you open for it, cleaning off his finger. You looked right into his emerald green eyes, making him feel weak all over again.
“Perhaps i’ll get the ebony another time. If you’re up for it, we could just go on that date now.” he suggests confidently. “I want to be able to show off the pretty girl on my arm for once.”
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A Long Rest Is Overdue
pairing : ignis scientia x (fem) reader
summary : in a moment of over-tired weakness you let your insecurity affect your performance on the battlefield. ignis takes it upon himself to change how you're thinking.
warnings : weapons used, talk of feeling useless but nothing else. mostly fluffy.
With every swing of your blade you feel your arms growing weaker and weaker. Your body is tired due to Noctis refusing to admit he was also tired and keeping the group on the road all day. The sun is setting above you but the heat from midday continues on. Despite the sunset Noctis still refuses to rest. Another swing, and a cramp in your wrist. You know that if you let your sword fall you will be viewed as a failure. You’d be failing as a guard for Noctis, the training you went through with Gladiolus for moments exactly like this one would all be for nothing. Prompto, even as your best friend, would look at you differently. And most of all you’d be disappointing Ignis.
But your legs are giving out, and your sword is becoming much too heavy to carry in your hands. You try to focus on your breathing, channeling all your strength into your arms to keep your sword up. Another swing. Another. A shot from Prompto's gun rings out and kills the enemy in front of you.
“You okay?” His voice is laced with worry, even as he continues to fire his gun around. More eyes are on you now. This is exactly what you didn’t want. They couldn’t see you like this. They needed to focus. You shoot Prompto a curt nod and move on with your blade hanging dangerously close to the ground. Another enemy, a heavy swing, and a swift jab to finish it off. Your blade sticks in its chest and you're unable to pull it out.
The battle is over and every enemy surrounding you is now lying around you on the ground, killed by other members of the group. Still embarrassment pulses through your body and you continue to pull weakly at the handle of your sword.
“Goddamnit!” You send an aggressive kick into the animal laying in front of you, pulling your sword out finally. It doesn’t get very far and you hear the metal clang as it hits the ground.
“That’s quite enough. The battle is over.” Ignis’ heavy hand lands on your shoulder but you refuse to look up from the place your sword rests. Your breath is heavy as you feel Ignis bend his shoulders looking to meet your eyes. You know the view he’s getting, sweaty face, red from over exertion and growing ever redder from embarrassment. Your muscles are sore enough to make your whole body shake, and your skin is covered in a layer of dirt wetted by the sweat running along your body.
His face finally meets your eyes, brimmed with tears and still refusing to look into his. You know he sees, and it only makes you more embarrassed. You blink and a single tear makes a slow journey down your cheek, dripping off your jaw. To your surprise, though, Ignis doesn’t say anything about it.
“Alright Noct, I propose we set up camp for the night. I believe we’ve had enough for today. I’ll prepare something for us to eat.” Noctis is silent and for a moment you honestly think he’s going to refuse, but your shoulders fall in relief when he agrees to Ignis’ idea. You fling your sword onto your back, wiping your face of any wetness before turning back to the group with a tired smile on your face.
With Noctis and Gladiolus in the front, Ignis following close behind and Prompto holding himself back to wait for you. “Hey..um.. Are you okay?”
“Hm?” You look at him, eyes red, but you don’t make eye contact for very long to keep him from suspecting anything.
“It’s just you seemed unfocused on the field. And, right now, you look like you're about to cry.” You notice that Ignis slows in front of you, walking just close enough to hear you speak.
You look at Prompto again, putting a smile on your face as best you can, “No need to worry bud. I’ve never been better! Let’s just get to the regalia.” Prompto looks like he wants to say something else but he stays quiet.
When you finally get to the Regalia you hop in the backseat so you don’t have to speak to Ignis. You feel worthless and the possibility of him looking at you with pity or shame in his eyes has your stomach rolling just thinking about it. You don’t speak the whole car ride, even though Prompto's fingers play with the bracelet on your wrist and you can feel a pair of eyes burning into you from the rearview mirror.
You think about what had started these thoughts that were hindering your abilities. Two months ago, you remember, you had made it clear to Ignis that you had gained strong feelings for him and to your surprise those feelings were returned. However ever since that moment you had been pushing yourself much farther than usual to keep him impressed. The last thing you would ever want to do is make him disappointed. But your performance had been worsening as you continued to overwork yourself. Instead of making yourself stronger you were just making yourself a bigger liability.
His eyes still bore into you from the mirror, you can feel them. When you move your eyes to meet his, he keeps eye contact for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. You let out a heavy sigh before looking back at the land passing by the car, a wet line traveling down your cheek once more, quickly wiped away by your hands. Though, your sniffle is hard to cover up and you feel that same set of eyes on you once more.
Ignis pulls over maybe a half hour later, your eyes are teetering on the edge of closing but when the car comes to a full stop you climb out with an uncharacteristic rush of energy. They set up camp, sharing jokes with each other, everyone but Ignis. He’s quiet as he sets up a place to cook dinner. He places a stool on the side, an unusual sight for someone who usually stands but it makes sense when his eyes meet yours and he points to the stool sternly.
You feel weirdly as if you were in trouble so after your sword is placed safely by your tent, you walk over to the stool sluggishly and sit in front of him. The sternness he wore before is gone as he speaks to you now. “What would you like to eat my dear?”
The pet name rolls off his tongue so fluidly it would make you weak in the knees if you weren’t already seated.
“Will you make my favorite?” Ignis nods, a warm smile on his face before he begins cooking. All you can do is stare at him, he looks so at peace when he’s cooking and it almost puts you at peace too. Almost. But suddenly your mind is racing to your thoughts from before and you are thinking about how disappointed he must be in you. You turn to look at the fire where Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio are all sitting talking with each other and you think about going to sit with them instead but when a bowl is placed in your lap, the idea leaves your head.
“Thank you, Iggy.” You lock eyes and you swear you see pink glide across his cheeks before he turns to make dinner for himself and the boys. You didn’t know why but he always ensures that you eat whatever you want him to make, before the boys have eaten at all.
After you finish eating you move to clean your bowl off, and you feel a presence behind you. His low and tired voice sends a shiver through your bones.
“I need you to sit up on the table once you're finished.” It’s Ignis. His voice makes your stomach stir again but you do as he says. The other three boys are still at the fire, far enough away that they wouldn’t hear the words leaving his mouth. Their laughs echo through your campsite. Your eyes stay glued to your boots, legs hanging off the edge and swinging around. You were waiting to be berated, or for him to say he was disappointed in your performance, or chastise you for showing weakness on the battlefield.
But none of that ever comes. Instead his hand moves to cup your cheek, lifting your face up to look at him. In his other hand he holds a washcloth, which he dips into a bucket of water he had already filled. “You have a cut on your cheek, may I?” With warm cheeks, you nod at him, giving him your permission.
Slowly he lifts the rag up to your face, gently wiping away a layer of grime and dried blood from the side of your face. Even though you didn’t feel it before, the water dripping down your skin and the roughness of the rag makes the cut sting and your skin tingle. As he wipes away at your skin, and the stinging becomes more noticeable you try to focus on anything else.
His hand is still on your cheek but the warmth is not enough to distract you from the tingle on your cheekbone. Your eyes scan around for something more, landing on his face. His hair is down, a rare occurrence. It’s his lazy hair, his after the shower hair, his ‘I ran out of gel’ hair. Your fingers twitch, a reflex from wanting to run your fingers through it, but they don't move. You don’t feel the stinging anymore.
He tosses the rag back into the bucket of water, but his eyes don’t leave yours. It almost feels like he’s caging you on the table with the way his hands are resting by both of your thighs.
You take the opportunity to touch his hair like you had wanted to before. His hair hangs in front of his eyes and you lift your hand to move it out of his face, running your fingers through his hair towards the nape of his neck. But his eyes are still on yours and the thoughts come back all at once, hands falling to your lap and eyes following quickly after.
“So are you going to tell me what’s wrong? Or do I have to figure that one out on my own?” Your eyes are glued to your hands still, and a sigh leaves his mouth moving the hairs in front of your face. Your hands are shaking in your lap when one of his own hands finds your face again. But you still don’t answer him.
“My darling..” He moves your face to meet his once more , “I know something is bothering you. Please, will you tell me so I can help you?” Even with his glasses on, the softness in his eyes shines through.
“I feel useless Iggy..” A breath you didn’t realize you were holding flies from your lips, and your eyes cloud with tears. “I have been trying..so hard..to keep you impressed with what I can do. And Noct has been staying on the road longer than at our campsites, so I’ve been using all the little energy I have to be a better fighter and to make sure you're not disappointed in me.” You continue to blubber out, “And I’m so sorry Ignis. I know I screwed up today. Please don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to cry. I’m sorry for crying.”
You struggle to form coherent sentences in between trying to catch your breath. You become flush from embarrassment, crying like a little kid while his eyes never leave your face. Your eyes red from wiping at tears before they fall and your nose pink from sniffling. Even your lips become puffy, and you wear a pout as you try to stifle sobs from falling out. His thumb rubs your cheek, wrapping his other arm around you to the small of your back to pull you into a tight embrace.
The smell of his cologne fills your nose, and as you stay in his arms clinging to his torso, your sobs begin to lessen. Slowly, after making you take some deep breaths, he pulls away to look you in your eyes again.
“First of all. You could never disappoint me, get that idea out of that pretty head of yours, and in no way did you ‘screw up’ today. Shedding tears does not make you weak, even if you do it while holding a sword. And I could never be mad at you for crying,” He cups your cheeks in his hands, both this time, wiping away stray tears with his thumbs, “You are not useless, my dear, you are one of the strongest people I know. You pushed through exhaustion to keep Noct safe and I am so proud.”
Your lips curve at the corners, just barely, but just as quickly leave when Ignis speaks again.
“However. You will not be pushing through said exhaustion anymore and I will be ensuring that we stop much more often to prevent this. No matter what Noctis says about it.” He places a soft kiss to your cheek, and the curvature returns to your lips.
“One more, for me?” You puff your lips out towards him in a half-teasing manner but when his hands that cup your cheeks pull you in with a smile dancing on his own lips, your face breaks out in flames of pink.
His lips meet yours softly, yours wet and plump from crying and his slightly cracked from being out in the sunny desert for so long. Ignis is gentle, like he’s scared to be too rough due to your fragile state, but he holds his lips against your long enough to make you flustered. He pulls away, removing one hand from your cheek but keeping the other on your face to feel the warmth of your blush under his palm.
“Now let us join the others by the fire, yeah?”
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💌┊₊˚⊹꒷ TOO SWEET PT. 1 .ᐟ
⤷ leo valdez x fem!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅
ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus
ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . street racing au
ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname
ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 946
ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . . y/n and leo are the queen and king of the shinjuku and shibuya street racing circles, respectively. they meet for the first time at the annual tokyo races to see who's better. (ft. best friend!percy fanboying over racer king!leo + an appearance by passenger princess!leo <3)
ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . uhtgufshew tokyo + leo + street racing is such a fever dream for me,, and this one, I wrote bc of my love for leo and fast and furious (esp tokyo drift <3) and I totally based y/n's car off han's from td sue me I love him (: so, enjoy! i'll start working on part 2 soon (:
✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov
'the next station is . . . shinjuku.'
I was busy icing the bruises on my forearm from last night’s race when my best friend barged into the bathroom without knocking.
“HE’S COMING TODAY, N/N!” he screamed, and giggled like a school girl.
“I could’ve been naked, you know,” I muttered, shutting the first-aid box and shoving it into the cabinet under the sink. “who’s coming?”
“ignis-”
“percy, come on, not this again,” I groaned. “you’ve been fanboying about him for the past 48 hours, and I really just want to sleep. and besides, I really don’t see what the big deal about this guy is.”
“uh, hello? he’s the king of the shibuya street races!” percy exclaimed, following me as I walk out, and flop onto my bed. he stops at the foot of it.
“and the people have crowned me the queen of shinjuku’s. so what?” I asked.
‘ignis’, as the others call him, is someone called leo valdez. and apparently, he’s a pretty good racer.
“look,” I continued, interrupting percy before he started fanboying again, with hearts in his eyes or whatever. “if he’s that good, he can come and beat me at the annual tokyo races.” I declared.
“oh yeah, he probably will,” percy commented. I flung my pillow at his head, and smirked when I found I didn’t miss. “OW!”
“whatever. tell me more about him. what’s he like?”
it was almost as if I asked him to marry leo. and this time, he really did have hearts in his eyes, I fear.
“okay, so supposedly, he builds his own car, like you, and started racing at 17! isn’t that cool? I mean, you did too, but still. it’s cooler when he does it. anyway, he’s locally the undefeated champion of street racing, and oh my god, he drives a 1966 ford gt40, it’s so cool-”
“okayyy, i’ve heard enough. I guess it is going to be fun meeting him at the car meet for the races.” I smirked. “let’s battle it out on the roads, ignis.”
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✮⋆˙ leo’s pov
'the next station is . . . shibuya.'
“jace, how much farther is the hotel?” I asked, knocking my legs onto the dashboard, and crossing them at my ankles. simultaneously, I pulled down my sunglasses.
“relax, passenger princess, just a few more minutes and we’ll be there.” he replied.
jason glanced at piper in the mirror and smiled.
I would never admit it, of course, but it was terrible being so good at one thing and horribly bad at another. honestly, who would ever believe that the king, ignis, had never been in an actual relationship? the one-night stands didn’t count, obviously. I’d never felt anything close to… love.
pondering my status of being single, I fell asleep in jason’s car.
“dude, bro, homie, my man, whatever, WAKE UP, WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE-”
“did you… did you carry me into bed, jason grace?” I opened one eye and grinned at him lazily.
“you were sound asleep, even worse than a log. I tried kicking you awake, but it didn’t work, so I had to pick you up, ufortunately.”
“aww, don’t sound so happy.”
“shut up. if you don’t get ready to get to the car meet, we don’t get a ticket to race for the entire next month,” he said.
“what- OH, I forgot about that. one ticket’s enough for all 23 races, right?”
“yeah, i’ll explain the details to you in the car, go get ready, dumbass.”
I grinned. “jason grace is cursing, the world is healing-” a pillow hit my face. “i’m going.”
timeskip
“okay, the serious ones you need to look out for are python, shooting star, and tsunami.”
“shooting star?” I choked on my water. “what-”
“weird name, huh?” a girl chuckled behind me, and I whipped around.
“oh no no no no, i’m sorry- are you shooting star? uh, shit, I apologi-”
“nah, but it was funny seeing you get so flustered, valdez.” she smirked.
“do we… know each other?” I asked, confused. her smirk widened.
“not yet, but real soon,” she said, her smirk never faltering and confidence never wavering. she turned and began walking away, and I stood there, mouth open.
“she’s pretty, but she’s also tsunami,” piper commented. oh.
“who said she’s pretty? I didn’t. did you? I don’t know,” I rambled. whatever. “she’s my competition. she’s just in the way of me and my golden trophy.”
“there’s no trophy, dumbass.” jason reminded me.
“a 700$ cash price is equivalent to a trophy, man,” I corrected him.
“ok, well, listen up. she’s called tsunami for a reason. she’s vicious, takes everyone by surprise at every race, and is the queen of shinjuku’s street racing. and most importantly? she’s never lost a single race.” piper explained. I took in every bit of that info, and filed into a part of my brain labelled ‘dangerous and pretty competition, stay away’.
“what’s her ride, then?” I asked, a little curious.
“1997 mazda rx-7 veilside fortune.”
“damn,” I whistled. before I could find out more about her, the announcer on the stage started talking.
“welcome, racers and audience! today is day 1 of the annual tokyo races! here’s a quick rundown about it, in case you haven’t a clue: starting today, there will be 23 races for 23 days, each race held in a special ward of tokyo. we start here, at shinjuku, and end the 23rd race at shibuya!”
everyone cheered and whistled at the mention of shinjuku and shibuya, the two hubs of tokyo’s street racing.
starting at tsunami’s turf, and ending in mine, huh? this was going to be fun.
tags! — @sunnitheapollokid @puffoz
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Frustrating Feelings -Noctis Lucis Caelum-
masterlist | request
Prompt: I would love to request a Noctis x reader where both of them fought non stop and the chocobros kept making jokes about the tension between female reader and noctis being a little NSFW and needed to fix it!
Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum / Fem!Reader
Summary:
Word Count: 846
“When are you going to do it already?” Prompto groaned out of nowhere. The two of you glared back to find everyone else staring at you with crossed arms.
“What?” “Excuse me?” Noctis and yourself spoke simultaneously before stepping away from each other. You both making disgusted face while stepping further way from each other.
Gladio let out a booming laugh before stepping towards the crowned prince. “You really outta just admit it. Before we all go insane.” The larger man threw his arm around Noctis, who looked up with narrow eyes. “We know you have a thing for her. All this arguing you do? It’s all the frustration built up from lack of action, and you just really like her. Just get over it and ask her out for something. Better yet spend a night alone together. Locked in a room, just the two of you.”
Before Noctis would disagree, out the corner of his eyes he notices you and Ignis talking in the corner. At first glance it was easy to tell the advisor was simply trying to calm your emotions. Yet he couldn’t stop himself from having a unwelcoming feeling of jealousy at the sight.
He shook away the feelings before turning back to Gladio. “Why would I even want that?” The shield’s booming laugh could be heard to everyone in the group, causing everyone to turn and look towards the pair.
“Come to room 4, please. There is something we’d like to discuss with you”
Noctis stared down at his phone and frowned. It was rare for Ignis to invite someone out this late.
Cautiously, Noctis left the confines of his rented room and traveled town down to the requested room.
A soon as the door unlatched and swung open, Noctis was turning on his heels. Standing on the other side of the bed, facing away from the door, was you.
The sound of the door caught your attention, causing you to spin around with a smile on your face. Yet that smile dwindled away once you realized Noctis was standing in the doorway instead of Ignis.
Unfortunate for Noctis, before he could sneak out the room and back to his own, your voice rang through his ears.
“Why are you here?”
“I was invited here, what are you doing here? Before Noctis could stop himself, a response fell from his lips.
You scoffed at his response. “No. I was invited here by Ignis, and he promised you wouldn't be anyway near here.” You folded your arms with a slight pout forming on your lips. “Well i suppose that’s the difference between us. I’m mature enough to be around you.”
Your eyes went wide at his words before they narrowed in his direction. A noticeable smirk formed on his lips at the all too familiar sight of your anger.
Before you could stop yourself a strong rebuttal flew from your lips. The smirk fell for a brief second before returning with one of his own.
The two of you continued to argue. Throwing words and arms around, point at each other. All until the voices stalled out and left heavy breathing in its wake.
For a split second you’re eyes met. All the anger that previously filled you disbanded, leaving the feeling of need and want.
Two sets of hands flew around each other as you both drew the other closer. Your hands inching upwards as your nails begin to dig into his soft strands before pulling slightly.
A soft moan left his slightly parted lips while his hands moved down your sides. Feeling your figure along the while before moving back upwards, taking the thin fabric of your shirt with him.
The only time the contact was lost was when you were removing clothes from each others body.
In a messy mix of passion and overdeveloped frustration, the pair falls on the bed. Rolling around the sheets as it begin to jumble up underneath your naked forms.
After several minuets, Noctis finally pinned you down on your back. Before he could pull back, a pain pulsed through his body beginning at his lip.
The prince jolts back at the shock before bringing a fingertips to his lips then into his vision. He left out a soft ‘hmm’ at the sight of his own blood.
His eyes peered down at the innocent look resting on your face. A smirk falls on his lips at the sight. “You’re gonna regret doing that”
♡♡♡♡♡
When the sun finally broke through the darkness of night. the other members of the group slowly crept into the silent room. Each head peeking in through the small crack between the door and its frame.
Prompto coven his mouth to avoid a loud squeal from erupting from his mouth.
Ignis let out a long yet soft sigh, hoping that the long arguments and one-upping days are long gone.
Gladio simply smirked. His eyes moved between the two bodies laying together in the bed to his two friends on either side of him before moving back to the bed.
“Finally”
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A First For Everything: Ignis Scientia x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Contains: First time, light dirty talk
You’ve never seen him like this; All blushing and at a loss for words, constantly fixing and messing with his glasses and his elegant hands to try and calm his mind. He eventually took his glasses off, folding the arms into place and gently putting them down on to the end table next to him.
You weren’t any better. You hadn’t said much since you both entered Ignis’ bedroom. You fumbled with your hands at your lap, eyes trying to stay focused on him but you would pretend to be interested in his rug or the curtains or his trousers and - holy shit he has an erection and it’s all because of you and-
You had to take a breath.
You swallowed and looked back up at Ignis to see he was already looking at you. His pale green eyes looked to be full of hope and love, his thin pale lips were pulled back in an almost amused smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, the two of you suddenly laughing at the situation that laid before you both as you both blushed like virgins.
Well, that’s the thing: You both were.
You both had been dating for a little while and it was your first anniversary together. Ignis did as he always does and spoiled you, pampering you as if you were royalty yourself. Extravagant dinner, a ride in his elegant car, a walk in the beautiful botanical garden the Citadel holds.
And now sex.
You’re both not incompetent. You knew how it worked, the porn you both watched and read can only do so much but it left a lot up to your imagination.
It was all just a matter of getting undressed and rolling around in the sheets with each other.
“We don’t have to do this tonight, my love,” Ignis spoke softly.
His words were always like velvet in your ear. Smooth and easy going, like the finest of whiskies you could ever dream of tasting. His eyes were still on you, awaiting on whatever your decision may be. They followed you as you came closer to his spot on the bed, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders and trailing up to his neck. His dress shirt had been undone by a few buttons, his blazer sat open, you could see the lean muscle of Ignis’ chest as well as that smooth neck some feral little part of you wanted to mark up with kisses and hickies. Your fingers caressed at the back of his neck, toying and twirling the little bit of hair that laid flat.
“I want you, Ignis,” you murmured.
He stood at your words, backing you up just enough for him to stand before you. His lanky arms were slowly wrapping around your waist and drew you closer to him. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. He still tasted of dessert; Sweet with just a pinch of salt mixing with bitter chocolate. His hands grabbed onto you as yours fumbled with his collar, bringing him as close to you as possible until his chest was flush against your breasts.
He broke from the kiss, his green eyes wild as his hands grabbed onto you more.
“Take these off,” he ordered.
You almost fell back when he released you, his support suddenly gone as his hands eagerly awaited for your clothing to come off of your person. You did as he said, unzipping and undoing the buttons of your clothing before shedding them to the floor. You were left in just your bra and panties, the soft white garments were a very welcoming surprise to Ignis. You looked so beautiful in white. His eyes didn’t know where to stay, going between your face, your breasts and your panties where it had been adorned with the littlest white satin bow Ignis had ever seen.
You couldn’t reach behind you fast enough to undo your bra when Ignis’ hands found your body again. You gasped as he suddenly lifted you, your legs absent-mindedly wrapping around his waist as he snatched up your lips once again for another kiss. His teeth sank into your bottom lip, begging for you to let him in to which you graciously allowed.
Your hands grabbed at Ignis’ dress shirt, fumbling with more of the buttons between your persons the best that you could without looking. You moaned when your tongues danced, his tongue so ever excited to explore the cavity of your mouth.
He spun around slowly, carefully bending down low and settling your back against the bed. He pulled away just as your fingers managed to undo the last button of his shirt. He shrugged the damn thing off along with his blazer, the expensive clothing falling to the floor without a care in the world.
You couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend, eyes rolling up and down his very trim body. The definition of his muscles was quite chiseled, almost as though he were carved out of the finest marble to be a statue adored by millions. You knew you were one of them. You only got a taste of the power his body could offer you, it made you drunk on the idea of all that he really could do.
“You look so beautiful, kitten,” he purred. “Did you dress in white lingerie just for me?”
It was honestly just a coincidence, but an amazing one at that.
You nodded eagerly, eyes twinkling up at him as you silently begged him to take you. Fuck, your mouth was so dry.
His hands snatched at his dress pants, easily undoing his belt clasp and allowing the loose pants to pool at his ankles before he kicked the damn thing out of his way. Your eyes widened just a bit at the bulge in his boxer briefs, he looked a lot bigger than you thought he would be.
You jokingly thought that if anything should happen to his job, he could make it big as a porn star.
He peeled away his underwear, hissing softly once his cock had been sprung free. It was fully erect, standing tall and proud before you with a little streak running down the underside, a trail of salty semen that you wanted to lick up so desperately.
Ignis’ eyes landed once again on your bra and panties. Just the look alone in his eye reminded you that this also included you, your hands reaching behind you to unhook your bra from behind you and finally freeing your breasts from their satiny yet supportive prison. You tossed the garment to the side, Ignis’ eyes were pinned on your naked breasts as soon as they had been revealed to him.
It took him a moment, his brain having just been basically flash-banged by the glory of your breasts. He shook his head, clearing his mind quickly before he watched you shimmy off your panties, kicking them until they joined his on the floor with the rest of your clothes.
Ignis stared down at your glory, eyes roaming over your perfect body as his dick just felt like it was getting harder. He wanted to so desperately fuck you, to just wreck you all night long and never leave his bed when morning comes around.
And he plans on doing exactly that.
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Sleepy
pairing(s): noctis lucis caelum x fem!reader
genre: fluff | oneshot
warning(s): noctis being everything and more | cuss words
wc: ?
notes: can be seen as platonic or romantic. bold for noctis' pov!! this was written with sephiroth pre-crisis core in mind but it seemed too ooc so i changed it for our darling noct // im literally a split second away from crying my eyes out pls help // 6:33AM
It wasnt unlike Noctis to rent out a hotel room after a particularly rough day out. Hell, after the amount of dungeons we had gone through, paired with bounties and the ungodly amount of demons that showed up on the way to Lestallum, it was expected of Noct to rent a room.
Even now, after taking a much deserved shower and eating my weight in cup noodles - per Gladio's request - I can feel the lingering discomfort of the day.
Ignis and Gladio are having a rather heated debate on what they deem a 'real meal' while Prompto lays at the end of one of the beds, phone above his face and threatening to fall when he loses his grip. Noctis is washing up in the bathroom, making the most out of the almost lavish effect of actually sleeping inside.
I've taken it upon myself to sort everyones clothes out, as to avoid Gladio accidentally wearing and effectively ripping a pair of Prompto's boxers again.
It's a wonder how they've all gotten this far without breaking more than what they already have, even with Ignis taking charge.
I make one last check around the room. Everyone's washed up and changed into actual sleepwear for a change. The place is reletively clean despite the dirt we tracked in and our rubbish is in the bin.
Noctis strolls out and into the room, musing with his now wet and unstyled hair. His hair is mostly flat save for the random locks sticking out after his hand's gone through it.
I chuckle at the sight of Prompto slapping Noct's ass while he moves to the empty bed. Noct practically jumps before swatting back at Prompto.
I take the chance to walk up to the two, wrapping my arms around Noct's waist from behind and leaning into him.
"As entertaining as it is to see you two playing around, I seem to recall a promise of relaxing before bed"
Prompto laughs at Noctis' face of realisation.
"Ah~, I did promise that, didn't I?"
I let go of him then, sitting down on the empty bed.
"Mhmm, right after we fought that damned Jabberwock"
Noctis chuckles then, turning towards me and running a hand over the top of my head.
"Better keep my promise then, hm?"
He practically melts into the bed when he sits at the headboard, an immediate look of content covering his face.
I can hear Ignis and Gladio moving out to the small veranda then, Prompto almost sliding off his bed in his effort to talk to the two.
My eyes zero in on Noctis once again. He's looking at me curiously, a flicker of amusement passes.
"Well? Come here"
He pats his thighs then.
"... what?"
He's a second away from laughing.
"You heard me"
I hesitate then, conflicted.
He leans forward, taking my hands in his before leaning back, forcing me to move with him despite myself.
I'm sitting on his lap before I can stop myself, legs on either side of him and chest pressed almost against his.
"I can't imagine this is comfortable for you"
I'm about to push off of him but he's already got his arms around me, pulling me back down.
"You'd be surprised"
He's got me pinned down, not just with his arms around me but also his stare. He looks utterly delighted, and not only that, he's smiling.
"Relax. I made a promise, right? Let me keep it"
I sigh after a moment, letting myself sink further against him. My arms are around his shoulders, head resting comfortably in the crook of his neck. One of his arms remains around my waist while the other comes up, hand in my hair and running through it.
With the low buzz of the outside world, the chatter of the boys, the steady breath and movement of the boy holding me, even the dim lighting of the room, it's surprisingly comfortable.
Truthfully, I wish I'd asked Noctis for this before.
It's a much deserved break from the world, not just for myself but also Noctis.
I can feel myself dozing off, relaxing further into him.
"Y/n..."
I murmer a response, pulling back blearily to look at him.
He stops short of whatever he was about to say, staring back at me.
I can feel the tired pout on my lips as he continues to do nothing but stare.
"What is it?"
That seems to break him out of whatever trance he was in.
He blinks back at me.
Then his head is tilting slightly to the side and I can feel his hand moving away from my hair and to the side of my face. I lean into it subconsciously.
"It's nothing. Go to sleep, alright?"
"You- you made me look at your stupid face just so you could say it's nothing?"
He chuckles, brushing the hair out of my face.
"Sure, Y/n, I wanted you to look at my stupid face"
I almost groan at his words.
"You know I don't mean it," I let myself relax again, leaning further into his hand.
"you're pretty and you know it"
I barely process the words leaving my mouth, but he definitely does.
It takes a moment, but then I'm hot in the cheeks and hiding my face in his chest.
"You think I'm pretty?"
I whine despite myself, swatting lazily at his shoulder.
"It's okay, I think you're pretty too"
His words linger in my mind as he runs his hand over the back of my head comfortingly.
I find myself drifting off in his arms, content despite his words taking up all my thoughts.
Prompto's voice carries over as he comes back inside, Gladio and Ignis in tow. It's loud and carefree, and usually I wouldn't care, but with Y/n sleeping on top of me, there's a certain level of noise in mind.
" -then he said that there was a demon lady who-"
"Prompto"
My voice cuts through his words and three pairs of eyes dart to me.
"Would you mind?"
Prompto's eyes seem to take in the sleeping form on top of me and he claps a hand over his mouth.
"Sorry, Noct!"
The three of them practically tip toe their way over, sitting on the empty bed.
"I take it Y/n's asleep, then"
Ignis eyes her curiously.
"Fell asleep a couple minutes ago"
My response is quiet, cautious. My hand is running over her back now.
"I see. The days events have taken their toll, it would seem"
It's quiet for a moment.
Until Gladio speaks that is.
"Guess you're sleeping with us, bud"
His hand clasps over Prompto's shoulder.
Prompto looks unusually disturbed by that statement.
"Do I really need to, Noct? Please tell me I don't"
The beds are big, but they sure as hell aren't fit for three people, especially when one is Gladio. I cant tell Prompto to sleep with him and Ignis, and he sure as hell cant sleep on the floor after today.
"You can sleep here, just be quiet"
Prompto nods eagerly, standing up and rounding the bed to lay down on the other side.
Ignis has turned the light off by this point.
"Goodnight everyone. Oh, and Noct, please do remember to lay down, else you'll hurt your back"
I let out a noise of recognition as Prompto and Gladio say their goodnights.
The night feels ever more present now, with the darkness, the quiet, the warmth on top of me. It's a wonder if I'll fall asleep like this.
I dont mind if thats the case.
Y/n shifts slightly, burrowing further into me. I can hear Prompto letting out a quiet "so cute" and I fight off my smile, holding onto the sleeping girl just that bit tighter.
I definitely don't mind.
#noctis#noctis lucis caelum#noctis x reader#final fantasy#final fantasy xv#ffxv#final fantasy noctis#ffxv noctis#ff15 noctis#ff15#final fantasy 15
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all the right moves
Summary: You’re a struggling mid to late 20’s MBA student trying to fuel your fire for your family’s struggles. As you work with some friends, you meet a random and charming businessman who tries to sweep you off your feet. However, he’s not all he says he is. Can this spell disaster? And what exactly does he have to do with your past?
Pairing: Childe x fem!afab!reader
Smau and written
Genre: fluff, angst, smut, comfort
Warnings: 18+, modern au, business au, slight ooc, cursing, drinking, smut (will be tagged at the right time)
Start date: late November
Tag list open
Character profiles
Chapters:
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
More to be added
Taglist: @zireaels-igni @mrskreideprinz
#surprise!!!!#new fic#genshin smau#childe#childe smau#coming soon#childe x fem!reader#childe tartaglia ajax#tartaglia#tartaglia x reader#tartaglia x fem!reader
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funky radfem follow list
okay, i'll make the follow post now, and add any new ones later. (perm reminder, click for full clarity, it makes it far bigger and very clear)
@mad-little-witch
@hecate-fem
@wirbelwindria
@denizen-mars
@rf-times
@realasslesbian
@battlefemme
@underliv
@ignis-divine-eleison
@radical-whovian
(ahhh, i did already add myself to one lol! i forgot)
@legitimate-wren
@made-of-dead-dreams
@menneedtoshutup
@radfemtaquito
@ohwomania
@diaryofanarcissist
@sbeefs
@rad-fem-r-us
@imagine-magic
@blackmosslane
@donatellavertalkshit
@men1cide
@meghan-volt
@acidbath-princess-of-darkness
@edwardbateman
@its-a-cattastrophe
@foreverdisappointed
@helenreddy
@octoburfrost
@femaleconsciousness
@bunnymasks
@youll-never-rid-of-me
@lilleisak
@curse-of-macha
@maria-scariotes
@dasfeministmermaid
@apple-pie-42
@ivyblooms
@bitterbadfem-harpy
@mayisleepwithdanger
@0atm11k
@r4diofem
@radically-bitter-coffee
@frogburglar
@etesienne
@t0chterders0nne
@bisexualwomensupremacist
@radhyena
@notcisjustfemale
@y-ou-rs-tr-ul-y
@suzanne3841
@ancientdriftwood
@antisuicide
@hannifem
@13thpassage
@gravebian
@aphee-sheiz
@deanwinchesterf
(ignore that i'm on the charts twice total lmao)
@letsgetwayhaught
@woolfem
@roses-in-your-ribcage
@mrdyketator
@jazloveswomen
@jkroflingg
@radlymona
@willgrahamsofficialblog
@redheddebeauty
you ever commented, sent an ask, tagged, etc. and i missed you, just do it again so i can see :)
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10 characters/10 fandoms/10 tags
Tagged by @shroudkeeper & @ubejamjar - thank you both! ♥ It's SO hard to narrow down my favorites but I'll try!
Tagging (if you wanna! feel free to ignore!) @renjinguji | @sealrock | @tsunael
@paintedscales | @aethergazing
@sasslett | @chadhunkler | @snotsloth | @abalathia | @lavampira
1. Kainé - NieR Replicant.
In trying to limit my answers to 10 separate fandoms, I had to narrow it down to one character for NieR including Drakengard, Automata, and Replicant. It's GOTTA be Kainé, though. I still get so emotional thinking about her.
2. Qifrey - Witch Hat Atelier.
Witch Hat Atelier is an ongoing fantasy manga series and probably one of the best I've read. Qifrey is fascinating, flawed, and so much fun to watch (read?). Honestly, there are so many amazing and brilliantly written characters in WHA, it's hard to pick just one.
3. Solas - Dragon Age: Inquisition.
I'll get some funny looks for this one, but Solas is THE Dragon Age character for me. I will not be explaining myself or taking any questions at this time. (Varric and Morrigan are strong runners-up though.)
4. Commander Shepard but specifically fem!Shep - Mass Effect.
THE PROTAGONIST OF ALL TIME.
5. Kim Kitsuragi - Disco Elysium.
Disco Elysium is a phenomenal game, and so much of that experience (for me) is due to Kim's presence. He's a professional, he's a dork, he's calm and collected to balance out Harry's, well, everything else.
6. Dale Cooper - Twin Peaks.
I don't know if I have the words to accurately describe my love for Special Agent Dale Cooper.
7. Heather Mason - Silent Hill 3.
My baby girl. My strong, god-killing daughter. I love Heather.
8. Cid Highwind - Final Fantasy VII.
There are WAY too many Final Fantasy characters to choose from, but Cid goes here because he's the one who kickstarted my love for dragoons. (Other meaningful characters are Garnet, Kuja, Ignis, Rinoa, Freya, Ardyn, Ysayle, Fordola — honestly, I could fill out a separate list JUST for Final Fantasy characters.)
9 & 10. 2B & 9S - NieR Automata.
Okay I broke down. I'm including them too.
#dear tumblr please fix your broken user tagging#please and thank youuuu#i could yap for hours about any of these characters if i'm being tbh#tagged tag
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Fem Ignis and Fem Gladio
Ignis got smol boobies (probably flat) and she doesn't care. Likes purple anything, but that's just as normal as Ignis 💜
Gladio's got big boobies and probably smooshes Noct and/or Prompto there sometimes xD
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Adult dreams.
Seth Borden x Fem! Reader x Nate Hardy
Unedited
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Her heart was racing as Lilly looked at the old Harriette Manor from the car as everyone unpacked and got set up.
She looked at every small detail and thought the house itself was gorgeous but something about it made her shrink in her seat.
Suddenly the door beside her open.
Someone tapped her shoulder causing her to jump.
"Sorry.
You ok?" Seth said as their eyes met.
"Yeah.
Just a little freaked out" she said.
"I can drive you home if this is all too much" he said.
"Hey the tour guide just got here" Nate walked to Seth.
"Sweet.
Hey I might be a little late.
Lilly isn't sure about all this" Seth said.
Nate's face softened as he looked at her.
"I'm ok Seth" she said.
"It shouldn't be too bad.
This place is pretty tame compared to other locations" Nate said as he smiled softly at her causing her face to heat up.
"Yeah im just getting weird vibes.
You don't mind if I cling to the both of you right?" she asked.
"Not at all" Nate said with a smirk.
"Yeah it's fine.
Remember my offer still stands" Seth said.
She smiled before getting out of the car.
"Hey, you alright?" Colby asked.
"Yeah" she said.
Lilly never went to haunted locations with her friends.
She was invited as Sam was out of town and she was good with cameras.
She didn't mind though as she knew that nothing was keeping her here if things got too overwhelming.
Nate put his arm around her shoulder as they filmed the intro to Colby's video.
She blushed as he pulled her close.
She tried not to show her attraction to Nate and Seth as one slip up and it would be plastered everywhere.
They were her best friends but deep down she wanted more then that with both of them.
Once the into was filmed they walked into the house.
Lilly was blown away from how beautiful and preserved it was.
"Hello everyone.
Welcome to Harriette Manor" the guide said as she walked into the room.
She was a middle-aged woman and seemed very kind and calm.
"Hey im Colby.
This is Seth, Nate and Lilly" Colby said.
"Nice to meet you" the guide said.
"Do you mind being on camera?" Seth asked.
"Not at all.
We get a lot of YouTubers here" she said.
"So what's the backstory of this place?" Nate asked.
"Well it was built by Ignis Harriette after his parents mysteriously disappeared.
See once they were missing her got all of their riches and everything so he built this and filed it with women of the night and the upper-class.
He was quite the ladies man as well.
He was charismatic and kind which at that time was the two qualities you would want in a husband.
He had three wives in his youth.
Each of them was gifted with the best of the best and after they had fallen for his charm he would then do some rather questionable things.
He would tie them up in bed for hours and use a very strong aphrodisiac on them so they physically begged him to help them.
He was what you would call dominant but he was also very sadistic.
He would cut them and cause them a lot of pain but because he used an aphrodisiac they would let him.
But then tragically one-night Ignis and his current wife went missing and years later they were found buried in the garden in pieces.
So a lot of things happened here and not many of them were good" the guide said.
"He drugged them?" Lilly asked.
"We think so" the guide said.
"Have you ever experienced anything here?" Seth asked.
"I haven't but a lot of our guests do.
I've lived here for seven years now with my husband and the ghosts leave me alone when he's around" the guide said.
"What kind of things did they experience?" Lilly asked.
"Well it was more the female guests.
The men usually see and feel spirits.
You'll get a lot of Ignis trying to mess with you tonight but for our female guests they report being touched usually around your waist but it can be anywhere and the one thing you need to pay attention tonight.
We've had a lot of female guests that sleep in the upstairs master bedroom.
The covers get ripped off, they feel something beside them or watching them and the one thing you don't hear a lot about.
You will be at risk of more adult dreams so pay attention to that" the guide said.
"How often does that happen?" Lilly asked.
"It's our most reported occurrence.
Women that come here experience a lot of things that Ignis would do to his wives.
When you're walking around he will touch you and usually like I said it's the waist of other more innocent places but other times it's not like that so I recommend keeping these three close as Ignis won't do that unless you are alone" the guide said.
"Don't worry we'll protect you" Colby said.
Lilly looked at the guide as she struggled to believe what she was hearing.
"I've been to a few haunted locations but they've never been like this" Lilly said.
"You don't have to do this" Colby said.
"It's ok.
I'm curious now.
A little worried but if these things do happen it would be cool I guess to see if they really do happen" she said as she leaned into Nate slightly as her heart pounded in her chest.
She was curious, yes but she was still scared.
Hours passed as Lilly sat in the living room in the Manor as Colby set up in the basement.
She kept thinking about what the guide said and thought about if she should annoy the spirits when she was most likely there target.
Suddenly Nate walked into the room.
"Hey you coming?" he asked.
"Yeah im just thinking" she said.
"You ok?" he asked as he walked to her.
"I think im going to miss out on what you all are planning and go to sleep early.
It just makes me nervous" she said.
Nate sat next to her "No ones forcing you.
If you want I could join you so you feel a little more safe" he said.
She looked at him.
"Thanks but im ok.
I know where you'll be just in case" she said.
"I'll tell Colby and Seth.
Sleep well" he said.
Lilly smiled at him as she looked into his angelic eyes.
"Thanks Nate," she said before walking to the only spare bedroom.
The master bedroom.
She felt uneasy but the other two free rooms weren't safe enough and the third was the boy's room whenever they decided to sleep.
She got changed into a baggy shirt before getting into bed.
The bed wasn't the best but the sheets were soft and the room was surprisingly warm.
She went on her phone for an hour before drifting off.
*******
Lilly cuddled into the sheets before groaning as she felt something get into bed with her.
She fluttered her eyes open to see Seth.
She jumped "Sorry.
We're done for the night are we wanted to check on you" Seth said.
Lilly looked around before seeing Nate in the doorway.
"I'm ok.
This bed is surprisingly comfy.
Did you guys find anything?" she asked.
"Yeah.
It was awesome.
Wish you could have joined us though" he said before brushing through her hair with his fingers.
She let out a sigh before looking at him.
"Don't get ahead of yourself" Nate said as he stood on the other side of her before placing his hand on her stomach.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"We wanted to give you what you've wanted for a while.
We know you like us angel" Nate whispered into her ear giving her chills.
"I'm sorry.
I thought it wasn't that obvious" she said.
"It was.
I can see when you blush from a simple glance or touch and when you rub your thighs together when we're around you" Seth said before kissing her forehead "We know you touch yourself while pretending it's our fingers in your pretty pussy darling" Seth whispered.
"I never..." she said.
"Don't lie angel.
We know" Nate said before kissing her causing her heart to nearly break her ribs from how fast it was pounding.
She broke from his as her face turned fully red.
"So beautiful.
Want us to fuck you angel?" Nate said.
She gulped before nodding "Words love" Seth said.
"Yes" she said.
Seth chuckled darkly before kissing her.
He was softer than Nate but more passionate.
Nate tore her baggy shirt before squeezing her breasts feeling her lacy bra.
She whimpered into the kiss before breaking from Seth.
Seth began to kiss her neck as Nate tore her bra releasing her breasts.
Nate then took one of her breasts into his mouth causing her to gasp.
Seth stopped kissing her neck before taking her other breast into his mouth causing her back to arch.
It was overwhelming but euphoric.
She let out a moan as she grabbed the bed.
Nate slid a hand down her body before slipping her hand into her panties.
He looked at her "Open your legs" he said before licking her nipple.
She opened her legs as far as she thought they would go before moaning as Nate slipped two fingers inside her causing a slight burn to surround her dripping entrance.
"You're so tight" he said before kissing her.
She then threw her head back as he curled his fingers causing him to hit the spot inside her that made her see stars.
"That's it.
Lat it swallow you" Nate said.
"Beautiful" Seth as he took off her panties before rubbing her clit causing her eyes to roll back.
She had never felt anything so amazing.
Lilly could feel her abdomen warm up as she got closer and closer to her release.
Her eyes filled with tears as Seth and Nate watched her.
"I'm gonna," she said before moaning loudly as the pleasure got more intense.
She then screamed out as her whole body began to shake.
"Good girl"
******
Lilly shot up as she panted.
She looked around before rubbing her face.
She had never had a dream that intense.
It felt so real that she questioned if she was reliving a memory.
She got out of bed before walking into the bathroom.
She looked in the mirror before washing her face.
It was just a dream.
She walked back to the bed before questioning if she should really test if the ghosts could mess with her again.
Lilly put on some leggings better walking across the hallway to the boy's room.
She knocked on the door hoping one of them was inside.
Lilly then felt her heart stop as Nate opened the door.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
She blushed at his half asleep appearance.
It was four in the morning and she didn't even realise.
"I can't sleep" she said.
"Come in" he said before shutting the door.
"Can't sleep?" Colby asked as he sat in bed on his laptop.
She nodded as Seth continued to sleep.
Lilly got into the largest bed in the room with Seth and Nate as Colby would only cause her to stay awake until six.
Nate got into bed behind her as her heart pounded.
Her mind wandered to a place where that dream laid as Nate wrapped his arms around her causing her to melt.
All that dream did was make her realise how much she wished it was reality.
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Funniest thought:
- Noctis’ wardrobe must look wild, at least if someone were to look in on his apartment.
- One one hand, you have the Crown Prince of Lucis’ clothing. Tailored suits and shirts and trousers, all of high quality cottons and linens and wools and silks and every other fabric under the sun (and/or skirts and dresses)
- Probably fancy dressing gowns and robes for baths/showers, more traditional robes and ‘older’ clothing choices, too.
- Most would still be at the citadel, but in case he has to dress and run for sudden meetings/emergencies, I can see Ignis (and his father. And the council, they would have to debate because it was a matter of security for the Crown Prince / Crown Princess) insisting he takes a wardrobe befitting of his status with him before trying to blend in (as much as is possible) with the citizenry of Insomnia.
- and then you have Noctis’ personal clothing.
- Fishing jackets, baseball caps, carbuncle onesies, and various pajama sets with cartoon-like wild animals or game related imagery printed on them (courtesy of Prompto).
- sweatpants, all of the sweatpants. Or dresses. Simple ones, not fancy or costly ones, kind of flowy like old clothing. Both are nice to just slide on when you’re having a rough day.
Kind of Sad Headcanon:
- This is more for Nocturne (Fem! Noct) but literally works the exact same for Noctis. There’s a reason her wardrobe is segregated between Crown Princess/Citadel and Nocturne.
- For all that her bedroom, study, are called the Princess’ private rooms at the citadel - they aren’t really that private.
- Whenever she’s at the citadel, maids attend to cleaning her room, rather than Ignis - Ignis, who she trusts implicitly not to spread rumors vs Maids that would, unintentionally or intentionally.
- depending exactly on how Lucian upper society works, she might even have ladies-in-waiting outside of the retinue (unless of course, that was originally the function of a Lucian Princess’s retinue…)
- Clothing she chose to wear, how clean and neat her room was, it would be scrutinized and spoken about at least once among the staff, and then somehow that would trickle on up to the nobles and the councils, and then that could lead to rumors of how the Crown Prince or Princess was slovenly, was lazy-
- Which in turn could spiral into worse rumors and gossip, lessening support and respect, for the future Queen (or King) among the noble class, and if it was sold to the press-
- When you’re royalty, everything about you is at risk of being tied to politics. A dirty room for a normal teenager would probably merit a scolding. A dirty room for the Crown Princess? Scandal.
- So at the Citadel, Nocturne’s clothing isn’t…it isn’t just hers. She still likes some of the dresses, the blouses and skirts and occasional set of pants - she was given the option of selecting the cut and style of them, after all.
- But there’s pressure on her that comes from picking out the right clothes to wear, the design, the cost - all because of the effect. There’s pressure on her to keep her room neat and clean, so much so that it’s hard to imagine she lives there - though sometimes she does slip (not to the extent she would at her apartment, at her home away from home that felt safer to just- )
- As a young child, it wasn’t so bad. People would often send her cute cartoon print pajamas as gifts, shirts with funny mottos, wildly patterned things that other kids her age seemed to like. There wasn’t much pressure, though she was still expected to be dressed ‘according to her station’.
- as she got older though, she was expected to grow out of it. Clothes she outgrew were often donated, put into the storage, etc. they were replaced with more ‘mature’ dressing gowns, and so on.
- When she moved out of the citadel for high school (fifteen to sixteen), a lot of that pressure was lifted off of her shoulders. Though, it took a few months for her to really just…relax in her own home-away-from-home.
- She didn’t have a lot of clothes, courtesy of every thing stated above. There were her uniforms for school, clearly upper class but trendy “common” clothing - but nothing silly, nothing ‘immature’ as the upper class would put it.
- Until Prompto got her a gift on her birthday, a cat onesies (because you’re always Noct out, having a cat nap). It was silly, and it was soft and warm - and Nocturne could wear it around her apartment without being scrutinized.
- It was nice. Overtime, on top of her more fancy clothes, she picks up…normal ones. As gifts, or going out shopping herself (or as much by herself as could be, she was probably being tailed by the crownsguard anyway).
- Nocturne always defaults to her ‘Princess’ clothes, though. Even in her apartment, before remembering ‘oh, I can wear this. No one will freak out over it’.
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Expensive Tastes: Noctis Caelum x Fem!Reader (NSFW)
Contains: Lingerie, teasing, dirty talk
Some foreplay and teasing in this one uwu
He could feel the bruises forming silently all over his body, he could feel his muscles slowly tightening from overworking himself during training. Gladio had made it very clear in training today how easy it was to fling the young prince everywhere as if he were a dog’s toy. The number of times he had to warp to avoid colliding with the walls or the floors had run him exhausted and sore. He was utterly drained, left to trudge to his chambers as he dreamed of his bed.
A soft hum radiated from his chest, pale lips flicking up into a very slight blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile. Soft, clean silky sheets that smelled of lavender and a hint of sylleblossom the maids had just laid down on his oversized bed. Overstuffed pillows made of the finest materials sitting, waiting, fluffed up waiting for him to rest his head and slip into the realm of unconsciousness. He wanted to feel your presence next to him, feel your weight pushed up against him, hands balled up in his shirt, your warmth mixing with his under the soft covers.
Only, when he opened up the large doors to his bedroom, he didn’t see you sitting on the bed waiting for him. You normally did when he had training. You were always there waiting, almost as if you knew it would’ve been hell, like you knew Gladio would throw him around like it was nothing or Ignis outsmarting him at every turn. It was even worse whenever he would need to train with Cor (or even worse, the two times he had to train with Clarus). You would always be there at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to come in and start ranting about training, sometimes with a book in your hands from the grand library or sometimes with your phone idly waiting.
But you weren’t there. Not at the foot of the bed, not looking out the window to watch the city from so high up or watching the rain clouds pass by, not in the chairs off to the wall.
Instead, he saw the door to his bathroom closed, the gap under the door light up with the pale yellow lights from inside.
Upon closer inspection of the room, he noticed something by the side of the bed; Your clothes, all pooled and kicked to the side with your shoes. Noctis swallowed, glancing to the bathroom door where he realized there was music playing softly from behind the door.
Noctis stepped inside the room and made sure to close and lock the door behind him. He slowly stepped forward, closer to the bed, keeping his eyes glued to the bathroom door.
It was almost like you hear him in the bedroom as you opened the bathroom door. Light spilled into the dim bedroom. Noctis stood there light a deer in the headlights, eyes suddenly glued to the feminine form standing in the doorway.
He felt his pale cheeks heat up once more, but it wasn’t from exhaustion.
In the doorway to the bathroom stood you.
You had a black silken robe held closed by one hand, long expensive silk draping down your legs and stopping by your ankles. Your hand only protected your chest and stomach from being exposed, it hung open slightly, just enough to create a slit and expose one of your legs.
And boy was it a treat to him.
Your exposed leg was wrapped in skin-tight black lace. You were wearing knee-high stockings, and the hem was frilly and flowery. Black lace against your skin was an art to him, to hell with the paintings and portraits lining the hallways of the Citadel. You had makeup on, eyelids painted dark and lips glossy. He wanted to mess up that gloss.
“I heard training today was rough,” you acknowledged. No doubt you could see the bruises on his hands. You leaned against the doorframe and eyed him from under painted eyes, eyelashes fluttering. “I thought I’d do something to cheer you up.”
Noctis stood there, just staring at your one exposed leg wrapped in expensive Altissian lace, lips ever so slightly parted and his pale cheeks set ablaze.
“And what- how would you do that?” he stumbled over his tongue.
It was as if time had played in slow motion. He saw you let go of the front of the silken night robe hiding the rest of your body from his wanting eyes. The Silk fell back, and with a soft roll of your shoulders, the silk had suddenly found itself pooled to the floor like the rest of your clothing from earlier. Noctis felt his starlit blue eyes widen, felt his jaw unhinged just a bit more, he felt his heart suddenly start sprinting like the time he and Prompto pranked a raging Gladio.
The expensive black Altissian lace didn’t just stop at pricey stockings, you were wrapped in it so elegantly, he would have thought you were a present sent from the Astrals themselves. A present he almost didn’t want to open, you were wrapped too perfectly.
But he couldn’t let such a present go unopened.
Your bra was solid black, lace frilling underneath the cups. The straps were lace and thick and wrapped up behind your neck. In between the cups laid the littlest bow, a shiny stone weaved into the knot. Noctis briefly wondered if he could undo that little bow with his teeth to free your breasts. He wanted to massage them, kiss them, squeeze them; Worship them like one would an Astral.
You wore a pair of hipster panties. The middle was solid material, a shiny black. The sides were lace and hung high on your hips, hugging your hips and showing all of your curves. And just like your bra, the hemlines were lacey and there was a matching bow that sat right below your belly button, same glittering stone and all.
A present sent from the Astrals indeed.
“Wow,” was all Noctis could say, but it was just a mere whisper.
You slowly strolled towards him, swaying those hips of your, your eyes pinned on him. Your pupils were blown wide with lust. Noctis backed up with every step you took towards him, the music from the bathroom suddenly raging in his ears like it were a dream. With every step you took forwards towards him, he backed up one until his knees hit the mattress and he lost his balance, falling back onto the bed. You were standing there before him not too long after, watching him as he sat up on the bed. He was suddenly no longer exhausted from training all afternoon anymore.
“I could use some of that cheering up,” Noctis murmured under his breath, chest heaving at the sight of you standing above him.
Without a second thought you had reached up to behind your neck and unclasped the strap, letting the expensive bra you were wearing fall to the floor like it was some cheap thing.
Your breasts were free and out there on show to him, but something of his wasn’t. He could feel the electric shocks running all through his body, and he could definitely feel his pants getting slowly tighter in the crotch.
You had suddenly caged him. You propped one knee up next to his hip on the mattress, then the next. You placed one hand on Noctis’ chest and pushed him down, trailing a finger along his collarbones and down his chest. He really hoped you couldn’t feel his heart pounding against his ribcage as you stroked him through his shirt (but he really hoped you felt the tent in his pants).
You leaned down slightly and smiled at him. Noctis was sure by now that his face was beet red and he wasn’t sure he could keep a hold of constant eye contact with you. All he could think to do was to grab ahold of you, to steady you for whatever you were planning in that devious head of yours. He loved sinking his fingers into your hips, he wrapped his fingertips around the waistband of your panties.
He couldn’t handle it anymore; The teasing, the soft music still radiating from the bathroom, how the lighting just hit your body just right, how perfect you looked in black lace and silk.
He couldn’t handle the strain and tenting going on in his boxers and why is it so hot in here?
He was suffocating sitting there, looking at you, watching as you coyly smiled, looping your arms loosely around his neck, feeling you move around on his lap. His fingertips dug dangerously deep into your thighs and hips, nails biting into the material.
It was when he felt you grind against his erection did he finally snap.
He didn’t know he could move that fast, all of that training with Gladio and Ignis (and he shuddered as the brief thought of Cor stabbing at his feet with his sword) helped his reflexes, he had suddenly pinned you to the bed by the shoulders, a short gasp escaping your glossy lips.
Noctis’ fingers wrapped even tighter around the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs.
You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.
Without a second thought, Noctis’ sweatpants dropped to the floor, the young prince quickly kicking them out of the way.
“You drive me crazy,” Noctis growled above you, hands snatching at your bare hips.
Your eyes held a sly shine to them, lips cheshire, loosely locking your stocking ankles behind his lower back.
“I’m just catering to your expensive tastes.”
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hi hi hi hiiii!!!!!!! my reqs are open if you're ever so interested :3 im zira and im very oh so incredibly bored.
limits : headcannons : 3 chars . drabbles : 2 chars
i can write : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader & fem!reader, au's / smau's
will absolutely not write : pedophilia, incest, nsfw, anything -dere related, child!reader, toxic relationships, abuse, trauma, disorders & some diseases, character x oc & character x character
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genshin : zhongli , neuvillette , scaramouche , thoma , tighnari , childe , xiao , kazuha , gorou , cyno , ga ming
love & deepspace : rafayel , zayne , xavier
etc : john ward (faith the unholy trinity) , aziraphale (good omens) , persona 5 , final fantasy 15 ( ignis, noctis, prompto only !!!! SORRY )
THANK U HAVE FUN !!! i will delete your req if i dont feel like i can do it :(
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