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discodreaming · 5 months

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characters: gladiolus amicita x reader

general warnings: none, it's fluff and kind of nsfw some parts. headcanon based mostly

You’d always known Gladio was a hopeless but passionate romantic; he always showered you with his seemingly limitless love. It was new for you; your other boyfriends couldn’t live up to Gladio’s level. He’d always go beyond the bare minimum, not by a little but by a lot. And every little thing he did sent a flutter of butterflies to roam through your chest and stomach, causing you to giggle and kick your feet happily.

Gladio loved you and wasn’t afraid to show it, whether you be in public or even in private. His hands were on your waist, on your hips or even holding your hand as you walked through the streets of Lucis. He’d always be touching some part of you, especially if you weren’t comfortable with PDA.

If you were having a bad day, he’d be there in an instant - even if he was supposed to be dealing with Noctis. But he has been warned he was only to watch over Noctis, not fully babysit him. Besides, it was his day off when he came to your apartment, using the spare key he had to come right in. He’d have everything for you too, from the snacks, favorite drinks, blankets and even getting your favorite movie ready. His arm rubbing your back as he listens to you cry and vent out your problems. And if you didn’t feel like talking? Don’t worry he’s still gonna c uddle you and wait for you to talk as you two simply sit there together.

Even if Gladio is having a bad day, he does have somewhat of a habit of not wanting to talk about things. Especially since he was the one to take up the family mantle of the shield for the crown. But with gentle hands on his arm, his face and a little kiss he can find himself fully relaxing into your arms as he tells you what’s happened, his body falling lax as he lays his head on your stomach.

Noctis and Prompto are most def jealous of Gladio being able to pick someone like you up so easily. Gladio having to listen to the way they rant. “One day you two will find someone.” he would always say as he sends a text to you, asking how you would like to go on a date that night.

I wanna tell you how much he worships the ground you walk on, calling you his little prince(ss) sometimes. Or even his flower. My god this man if you were to marry him he’d go way above and beyond, even more so for you.

Some angst: He’s always worried over you, protective over you especially when the fall happened. To which he does end up double texting you or he’ll go radio silent due to the issues happening. He always makes sure to reassure you everything will be okay, everything is alright, that you guys will get through this together.

And Gladio is a family man, he’s very protective of those he does consider family. So he would be all for marriage, and having kids with you. And i’m not talking about just one or two, he would want a lot of them. But he’d be fine with one or two if that’s what you want.

GIRL DAD CODED HE IS T H E GIRLDAD

He is WHIPPED FOR YOU. absolutely whipped, he has you as his background, especially with a cute picture of you two together.

NSFW DOWN BELOW

Breeding kink. Even if the two of you aren’t trying for a child, he’s very much still wanting to try and breed you, fill you up with everything that is him. So this could also count as a possessive kink too.

He rarely ever fucks, he’s more of a passionate and love-making type of man. But if you do ask him nicely he is willing to be rough though.

He gets off to you being smaller than him ( which isn’t hard, man is 6’6. ) but only because he can see the bulge in your stomach and he likes pressing down onto it because of all your little reactions to it.

Now for the rougher kinks? He likes to overstimulate you, likes to make sure you’re feeling good and that does mean he is giving you the upmost pleasure and won’t stop until he thinks you have had enough or you say a safe word.

He’ll fuck you in the truck but as a treat and if you two are just too needy to help yourselves, but that’s mostly reserved for the special date nights in the back of his truck, especially picnics.

Although he prefers slow love making, if you two need it he will go for a quickie and sometimes if you’re begging hard enough for it he will pound you and make sure you can feel it for days.

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sanjismywhore · 1 year

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Breaking The Bed

Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Warnings: nsfw, rough sex, afab reader

Gladio is a giga chad and breaks the bed

Re-upload because something glitched

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Gladio’s hips rutted against yours. His palm perched up on the swell of your ass while his other hand pressed into the curve of your spine. He used his strength to keep you pinned flush against him, chest to chest, while you rocked back and forth on his lap; kissing him softly.

The softest sigh escaped your lips as a low moan echoed through his mouth. He felt the vibration course through him, causing him to smirk and suck gently on your lower lip. His mouth slid down your neck. The gentle kiss was followed by his tongue licking at the sensitive spot under your jaw.

He moved lower to nip at your throat, making sure to cover every inch of skin with his kisses. You hands tangled in his hair as his fingers trailed down your front. Teasing the skin along stomach before settling over your clit, rubbing circles around it as he kissed you hungrily.

Your legs wrapped tighter around his waist, squeezing his length, letting a whimper slip smooth off your tongue like silk to his ears. “Gladdy…”

A moan ripped deep within his throat, pushing himself harder against your center. His hands moved from your clit back up to cup your ass.

As if sensing your need, Gladiolus lifted his hips upwards, burying himself deeper within you. His thick cock stretching you out even more, “You drive me crazy, y’know that?” He grunted with pleasure as your walls hugged him tight.

You could feel every thrust, every slight movement of his cock perfectly. Moaning his name once again, you tried to bury your face into his chest. His chuckle, as boisterous as it was, gave you goosebumps.

Gladio brought one of his rough hands up to cup your face. As he stroked your cheek with his calloused fingers, he mumbled. “Eyes on me sweetheart.”

Your gaze shifted upwards so fast it almost made you dizzy, but it never left his face. You didn’t think you would ever get tired of watching him; the way the darkness in his amber eyes bored into your soul with hunger and desire. Or how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth when his gaze drifted towards your lips.

“Just look at me.” He grunted. You could feel his other hand press harder into the small of your back, forcing your hips to roll against the movement of his thrusts.

Your breath hitched with each one, feeling the burn in your core build. Gladio leaned forward to capture your lips again. Moaning softly in the entanglement of your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your hands ran through his locks, pulling him closer. Gladio let out a deep moan in against your lips deepening the kiss even further. As you began rocking more urgently into his body, he squeezed your ass. You gasped against his mouth.

He chuckled under you, “You want more?”

You swallowed thicky, nodding vigorously. Your hands fisted the fabric of his tank-top, tugging him closer to you until his head dipped into the crook of your shoulder. Thanks to his sturdy build, you could lean all your weight against him as he hugged your smaller form.

Enveloping your body into a tight embrace, Gladiolus grunted against your skin as he worked to increase the tempo of your movements. You moaned louder to which he snickered against your lips. With his firm grip never falterting, he leaned backwards with you in his arms until his back hit the plush mattress. You yelped in surprise.

The springs groaned, the wood creaked, and the bedframe knocked against the wall. His cock throbbed within you as he bent his knees, planting his feel firmly on the bed with you still in his lap.

Gladio’s laugh sent a chill down your spine. He covered the side of your face with wet kisses, tickling the skin with his facial hair. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were begging for it, princess.” With his lips close by your ear, you could practically hear the smirk plastered on his face.

His movments slowed momentarily, giving you a moment to catch your breath and adjust to the change in gravity.

With every slow thrust, Gladio whispered sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to get lost in your own rapture. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.” He kissed the top of your head. His words filled your entire world, wrapping you in an intoxicating cloud of lust.

And suddenly he pistoned his hips hard, thrusting up into your soaked cunt with exertion. The loud smacking of his hips became drilled in your head as he drove into you repeatedly.

You laid on his chest helplessly as he held you down with his own brute strength. His grip was tight on your body as he buried his face into the space between your shoulder and neck.

He slammed his cock into you relentlessly, balls smacking against your ass with each thrust. He pounded into you as if he was trying to fuck himself through every inch of your body. ”Fuck me,” You huffed as the wind got knocked out of you.

It was an order, not a request. Gladio didn’t hesitate to comply. Grinding his cock into you, he thrusted his pelvis hard against yours as if that would help you find release faster. He just kept fucking into you harder and harder. Your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, soaking the entire length. And he still fucked you with everything he had.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you down as he pounded into you. His breathing was heavy, labored. His chest heaved with each thrust. His eyes were closed, his face contorted in ecstasy.

He moaned as he felt you clench around him, your wetness dripping down your thighs.

As he kept thrusting, he realized that he would only continue to get lost in you. No matter how far he could climb to chase his high, his desire remained insatiable.

Even now, hours later, dawn was approaching. After what had felt like a lifetime to Gladio, his dick still throbbed, desperate for more.

Straddling your figure as you laid on your stomach, he ground his hips down into you. Either of his hands rested on your hips as he fucked you mercilessly from behind.

The sheets were wrinkled in your grasp, pillows scattered around. Both of your bodies were drenched in sweat, hair disheveled. Your clothes were no where to be found. Presumably somewhere scattered on the floor, but you paid no mind.

He was still pounding into you, stretching you open so that you could take him, and only him. Every time his hips made contact with your ass, it jiggled—to which he found amusing.

Gladiolus smiled slightly, running his finger down your spine. A shiver of delight rippled through your body. His smile grew into a full fledged grin. Sitting up straight, he continued to pound into you. “Beautiful.” His purred to himself.

He knew he had you completely enthralled by his cock. “Gladdy,” You moaned his name, arching your back against him. He smirked as he watched you writhe beneath him, continuing to pump himself into you as your thighs shook, clenching around his cock.

Occasionally he would hold your waist tight and push your face down into the pillows below, whispering the most vulgar obscenities to your ear.

“Shit, babygirl.” “Yeah, you like that?” “Fuck yeah, take that cock.” “So fuckin tight.”

He would slam into you over and over again, abusing your swollen pussy with such ferocity that it caused a sharp pang of pleasure to shoot through youe core. Then he’d shealth himself deep inside, growling through clenched teeth. “You’re takin me so well.”

Every second you spent with him felt like forever. But it couldn't have been any more satisfying. He was make love to you until you shattered from his lips; his touch; his words, his cock.

His fingers dug into your hips; nails scraping against your skin, creating small trails of bruises. “You’re mine, y’know that?”

You could only respond in moans or whimpers. Your speech barely comprehensable to him, but he didn’t care. Every sound or movement you made told him all that he needed to know.

It was a wonder how no one knocked on your door to complain about all the noise. Not Prompto or Ignis, or the other motel quests. Not even Noctis. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the others had been listening throughout the night, but the thought was soon drowned out by your own moans.

The bed croaked in response to your passionate lovemaking. The wooden frame beat the wall over and over and over again in sync with Gladio’s thrusts, scratching off the paint.

You felt his bare chest make contact with your back as he leaned down, mixing his sweat with yours. His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your skin. Your name fell from his lips with a grunt. The sound was music to your ears.

You swore to the Astrals that you could’ve fallen apart right then and there.

You let out a soft cry into the pillow, shuddering from every overhwelming sensation.

“Fuck (Name),” He kissed your shoulder blade, leaving light trails of teeth marks as he slowed the ferocity of his thrusts while still making sure to reach the most peasureable depths inside you

Gladiolus growled against the crook of your neck, feeling your cunt flutter around him. “Oh shit…” He grunted, grinding into you harder. His breathing grew heavier as he wrapped his arms tight around you. Your body was practially buried beneath his weight.

You bit down on the pillow, muffling out a moan into it. His large hand caressed your lower abdomen as he pulled you tighter to his body. The bed squeaked under him as his hips rolled along with yours.

Your back arched against his hard chest, your legs trembling from both the excitement and exhaustion. Your muscles tightened in an instinctual reaction whenever he took you this far. “Please.” You whimpered just loud enough for him to register, aching for relief.

Picking up speed yet again, Gladio shut his eyes and clenched his teeth. Sweat beaded his forehead, dampening the strands of hair that hung onto his forehead. His muscular thighs tensed and flexed as he continued his relentless pounding.

You whimpered weakly, burying your face deeper into the pillow. Every thrust caused your clit to sting from overstimulation.

Coincidentally, every hard thrust caused the bed to croak louder and louder behind the lewd sounds.

Gladiolus let out a loud grunt, slamming into you with renewed vigor. Your breath caught in your throat, you couldn’t believe that this was happening. He continued to thrust with an intensity that left you trembling, unable to stop yourself from cumming right away.

A faint cracking could be heard coming from somehwhere in the room, but you didn’t pay any mind to it. As a final thrust brought forth your orgasm, it felt as if the walls came crumbling down. You emitted a loud cry of ecstasy.

And with yet another orgasm for the night, the bed finally gave out one last croak before collapsing in on itself.

CRACK

The bed’s legs cracked first, then the entire bedframe gave in and fell flat to the ground.

There was a pause that lasted way too long, leaving you both dead silent. It was like the world had stopped. Neither of you moved, almost too scared to break the bed further.

It took a few seconds to register what happened. Thankfully the mattress didn’t slide off during the event, so neither of you got hurt. Both emitting soft gasps, Gladio was the first to lift himself up to check out the damage.

You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and still trembling from your orgasm. And while his cock was still standing proud, still leaking with want, he ignored it entirely.

He got off of you. Rubbing the back of his neck as he grimaced at the state of the bed.

“Shit…” He cursed, reaching for the broken bed frame.

“Is it bad?” You weakly sat up, cheeks flushed and eyes puffy. “It’s gonna cost us a couple thousand Gil...” Gladio shrugged, glancing back at you.

Groaning, you pushed yourself up from the pile of pillows. Your legs wobbled as you stood, letting the blood rush to your limbs once you regained your balance. “You think Iggy’ll lecture us later?” You chuckled softly, leaning forward to grab onto Gladio’s forearm, using it to steady yourself.

“I bet he’ll make us cook for a week.” He laughed, assuring you with a soft peck to your cheek. “I’m gonna have a great time explaining this to the owner...” He grunted, briefly leaving your side.

Walking around the room, he picked up the clothes scattered all over the foor. “We really outdid ourselves didn’t we?” Gladio added with a small grin, looking down at you with amusement.

You laughed softly to yourself and pulled yourself together. “Yeah, definitely did.” You glanced at the mess of the bed again, then looked at him.

“Never expected you to be so… passionate.” You smiled sheepishly.

Gladiolus scoffed, sliding his boxers back on. “Well you weren’t expecting a gentle giant, were ya?” He teased. Walking over to where you stood, he pulled you towards him and kissed your temple.

“Nah, never.” You grinned up at him, resting your hand over his chest. “You made it worth my while.” You whispered, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

He let out a satisfied hum, “That’s not all I got in store for you, babe.” Playfully squeezing your ass, Gladio pulled you in for a kiss. After a couple more minutes he broke the kiss and turned away from you, grabbing his phone.

“Get yourself dressed and go see Iggy. He’ll probably let you sleep in his room.” He uttered as he put his pants back on.

As you picked up your clothes and shuffled towards the bathroom, you turned back to look at him momentairly. “And what about you?” You asked.

“I’ll stay here and call the front desk.” He answered as he grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it back on. “Don’t tell Ignis just yet. Wouldn’t want him getting pissed at you for my mistake.”

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suvidrache · 4 months

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Don't Worry

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Word Count: 225 | Read it on AO3

Coming home late from work. You nearly drop everything in your hands as you try to search for your keys. You cursed under your breath; you wanted to cry, and maybe you were. You slammed your hand on the doorknob and threw open the door. The door had been left unlocked. Gladiolus heard the noises and had moved to the door. Your stuff fell, and Gladiolus picked it up and led you inside the house.

“Don't worry about it. It's okay.” He said as he sat you on the couch. You buried your head in your hands as Gladiolus went about putting your stuff away and came back with a cup of noodles. He wasn't much of a cook, but it didn't matter. He made you food, and it was still warm. The baby started to make noises, and you closed your eyes.

“Don't worry, I got it.” He said gently as he left to take care of your child.

You finished your food. You couldn't remember what happened next, but you woke up in bed, and your shoes were gone. Gladiolus had moved you to the bed. He didn't want you to sleep on the couch. Your pajamas were neatly folded beside you. If you wanted to change into something more comfortable, he knew your nightly routine. He made sure everything was easily accessible.

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sheep-and-lykos · 6 months

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Hi, it’s been a while and it’s nice to see you writing again. 🫶🏽 Anyway, could you write a fic where werewolf!Gladio gets a bit worried that he could not find his mate!reader (if you could make it cute, it’ll be awesome). And when he does find her, it gets full on spicy? 😬 Like he assert dominance spicy.

When they’re done, he whispers, almost childlike, “don’t disappear on me again.”

Where the fuck were you?

He felt something awful stirring in the pit of his gut. It felt both red hot and icy cold at the same time, like a knife had been plunged in his tight core and someone was twisting the handle. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

His eyes searched the crowds of Lestallum, amber orbs starting to strain as he felt his heart pounding in his ears. He scanned then faces and heads in the crowd only to go off to the next head then to the next.

Where were you?

His nose burned. There was only so much he could do without making it really obvious that he was literally trying to sniff someone out. The smells of the city didn't make tracking you down any easier: oil, street food, people that don't know how to use deodorant- it all muddled his senses and dampened your scent. Normally, he could pinpoint it without an issue. Why was it a problem now?

It felt like a daemon had raked its icy claws up his spine. His skin became gooseflesh despite it being oh so terribly hot. It was like someone had dumped an entire bucket of freezing water over the shield and set off a blizzard.

He was starting to become more frantic.

One minute he spotted you with Iris and Monica with supplies in your arms and then the next you three had split up. Iris and Monica were accounted for, but even they didn't know where you had wandered off to. He didn't want you alone now with the Nifs getting more bold as the days pass by. He could feel it move under his skin, he hated how it clawed at his insides and fought against his mind. He felt the hair on the back of his neck start to prickle as they stood up on their ends. He could taste putrid bile at the back of his tongue.

He can't lose control here.

He swallowed the lump that had grown tight in his throat and started towards the hotel again when the scent of your sweet body smacked him across the face. It nearly took him out, the shield having to stop his lumbering tracks that made some of the locals look at him with confused glances. His eyes frantically searched the parting crowd where he finally saw you with a grocery bag held in your arms.

Relief poured over him like sweet honey as he started towards you quickly. You didn't seem to notice your lover approaching you until it was too late, until his brawny body that had been sculpted by the gods was suddenly pressed up against you while his arms wrapped around your person. You gasped as he buried his face in your throat and inhaled your sweet scent.

It made him dizzy.

He liked it.

He could still feel the beast inside of him squirming and crying out, begging to feel you, pleading to hear you - it didn't care how you did it, it just really needed your warmth.

"Gladio," you couldn't help but laugh. You fumbled with the grocery bag in your arms as you tried to turn to face the mountain of a man at your backside. "What's all this about?"

He almost felt childish like this, but he really couldn't give less of a shit right now. He wrapped his strong arms around you even tighter and pressed heated kisses to your throat. He needed this, he needed you.

He was craving you something awful and he needed to satiate it now.

Gladio spun you on your heel suddenly, broad hands grabbing at your shoulder to make you look up at him. You've never seen him so frazzled before. His amber eyes searched yours for a moment, brief flickers of gold broke apart the fire in his eyes. You felt your heart slam against your ribcage as your eyes widened. Was he about to-?

He ushered you into the hotel, his hands snatching at your waist and clothes as he hurried you up to your shared room. The bag of groceries had gone missing from your hands somewhere in the mix of it all, but it was completely out of your mind the moment the door closed behind you both.

He pinned you to the door, his bulky weight pressed against your front. His eyes were like a roaring campfire and you were the hot iron rod that poked and prodded him in all of the right ways.

You could feel it stirring beneath his skin, the raw power swirling just under your fingertips as you grabbed onto him to steady yourself.

"Don't you ever disappear on me," his voice was just barely over a grumble.

Just the way he was looking at you had you stirring under the collar, you felt warmth start to pool in your core. Your breathing was starting to grow heavy as your cheeks ran hot.

His hands started to travel south of your chest.

#werewolf gladio #gladiolus x reader #gladiolus #gladiolus amicitia #ffxv imagines #ffxv

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sageteapost · 1 year

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Hello! Can I please request a depressed!reader x gladio? Gn pronouns please

| Gladio Amicitia With a Depressed Reader |

[ Gladiolus Amicitia x GN! Reader ]

TW/CW + Tags: Topic of depression. Mostly fluff, no dark topics whatsoever. (Established relationship. GN! Reader.)

Summary: HCs of Gladio with a depressed reader and how he would support you.

[ (A/N): Hey everyone! So sorry for the silence on my blog. The year is almost ending so it's been hectic these past weeks. I'll try to get some stuff out, but no promises yet. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ]

At first, Gladio wouldn't be able to tell that something is wrong directly. Or maybe he would, but he won't say anything as to not be invasive.

When he does notice though, he’ll approach you in private about it. He won’t say his reason directly for why yet, instead asking things like how have you been doing as of late and of anything new going on.

If you did tell him what’s going on, letting him know of your depressed mood as of late, he’ll lend an ear.

Gladio may look tough and scary on the outside, but he’s always a softie towards the people he cares about. Including you.

He’s the kind of guy that will either give you a lot of advice or ask questions. Like giving you ideas for healthy coping skills or asking how he can best help you through it whenever it gets bad. You can always tell him no if you prefer.

Take meds? Once he gets used to it (which is rather quick), he’ll remind you to take them. Therapy? No worries, he’ll make sure there for those appointments by driving you.

As for comfort, if you let him he’s down for cuddles. Always. Movies? Bet. Need some space? It’s yours.

If there’s really anything he wants you to know, it is that you can always talk to him. He cares for you. So much.

Communicate with him about your needs. It might take some time in the beginning, but soon he’ll do his damn best to make sure that those needs are met.

“Babe, please know that you can always talk to me whenever you need it. I might be the king’s shield, but I will always be there as your personal shield.”

#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ request approved #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ potentially triggering #gladiolus x reader #gladio x reader #ffxv gladio #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus amicitia x reader #gladio x gn reader #gladiolus x gn reader #chocobros x reader #ffxv x reader

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daddy-suguru · 2 years

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𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 ▸ 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ▸ nsfw, hints of gangbang, hints of pussy eating, hints of handjob, pussy kissing, maid!reader, mainly noctis and gladio, noctis made a bet for extra sleep, pussy inspections

adding a picture for those who don’t know them…this is them older around dilf age

Noctis pushes your panties to the side while you're bent over picking up some of his pants that he left on his bedroom floor. He runs his fingers up and down your pussy lips. And he says,

"I get to sleep in by an hour tomorrow." You stay bent over for Noctis, as you look past your legs and your eyes widen as you see Noctis's three friends and guards, Ignis, Galdio, and Prompto watching you.

He slips one of his long, thin fingers past your lips. And you hold your hand over your mouth as you whimper, "She is dripping still. You can touch her and find out for yourself. My friends here didn't believe you would still be wet for me after I was gone all day." You clench around him, as Noctis pushes up your fluffy black skirt up with his other hand. And he pulls his finger out, moving your panties back into place. So they can see the way your pussy looks puffy with your panties soaking wet.

Noctis moves in front of you, telling you, "So I wanted to prove them wrong, and for being a good girl, I'll let you have whatever you want tonight." He normally spoils you anyway, he could find any reason to reward you for. And he loves hearing a whine for him as you get more pleasure drunk.

You stand up and your skirt falls. You watch Noctis go sit on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to come closer with two fingers. And you walk over, he points down and you bend over, as Gladio whistles before he says,

"You've been training her, I thought you were a blushy virgin but here you are, being a cocky dom with your sweet little service sub. And one of your maids, no less." You press your knees together as Gladio walks up behind you.

Grabbing your ass with a large, rough hand, your face is burning. As you whimper, "Noctis," after hearing everyone but his friends call him the prince, it was nice to hear you the way you call out his first name. Noctis encourages you by telling you, "Use your words for me, let me hear your pretty voice."

"How far are three of them going with me?" Gladio takes his hand off your butt and you push your hips back. As Noctis smiles and tells you,

"As far as you want them to go, all of them are going to inspect your pussy so they can see I'm not lying. You can always use your safe word and this all stops." He had talked about this with you beforehand, that his friends all found you attractive.

It had happened when you were doubting yourself. He was also really worked up that night from a very stressful day

"I'm good, I want them to see how wet I am waiting for you. I've been thinking about having your head between my legs." Gladio gets on his knees behind you and pulls your panties halfway down your thighs, stopping just past your white thigh-high socks.

Gladio asks you, "Do you want me to eat you out instead? You can sit on my face. And Noctis can watch me make a mess out of you. While you use both of your hands to make sure that Iggy and Prompto aren’t left out.”

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houdinicorbini · 1 year

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Hiii ! I’m at my aunt’s house but I got enough Wi-fi to send my request 🎉. Could you please write a touch starved and really clingy reader with Ardyn and maybe Ravus or Gladiolus ? I don’t know if you write for the others but I love them sm jdkdbxk ANYWAYS love your writing it’s so pleasing to read ! You’re one of my fav writers on tumblr even tho I just discovered you!! Have a nice day !!

Oh thank you so much! And I’ll write for almost anyone in the game

But this will be my first time writing for Gladiolus specifically

I hope you don’t mind it being headcanons since I am going to do all three!

Trigger warnings: none

🗡️Ardyn 🗡️

✧ Ardyn wouldn’t never shame you for being touch starved, especially if he knows the reasons as to why.

Hell, he’s a bit touch starved too after everything he’s been through as well.

So you’ll both have your moments of needing extra attention, it’s just Ardyn has learned to hide it more and suppress it.

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✧ If you’re having a day where it is particularly bad, Ardyn will do his best to try and comfort you through it.

Like telling you that everything is going to be alright, cuddling, just making sure that he’s near you until he sees that you’re alright.

I can see Ardyn reading as he has his arm wrapped around you while you’re also doing your own thing.

He’ll make sure you have moments like that with him. No matter the time of day.

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✧ Now with the clinginess, he really understands, but he tries to slowly get you out of that habit.

He has to travel a lot and he doesn’t want you having a near breakdown when he isn’t there.

Ardyn won’t do anything big at first, just small things to slowly become less clingy.

It’s not that he finds it annoying, he just overly worried and wants to make sure you’re alright.

And Ardyn definitely has his moments where he can be clingy, but again, he hasn’t experienced love in so long so he can sometimes get a tad bit carried away.

But you two are definitely in it together!

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✧ Even though he’s the villain, Ardyn used to be good guy, and he had a lover of his own. So I can see him being great at comforting when he needs to be.

And like I said before, he has his own issues so there’ll be times where you’ll have to help him out too.

You both can be a clingy mess on bad days.

But I guess it actually works out a bit.

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✧ Overall, you both help each other through the problems you have, each having a reason as to why you have them.

And he’ll always be there for when you need him, just like you’ll be there for him too!

So you two really balance one another out.

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🤍 Ravus 🤍

✧ Because of losing his parents at a young age and the empire taking over his kingdom, Ravus is also very touch starved and clingy to those he really cares about.

So the both of you can also be a very clingy mess.

And like Ardyn, he’d hide it. But that is also because he kind of has to do to the empire.

But he’ll do his best to help you. When he has the time of course.

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✧ He can definitely relate to how you feel so he can get an idea on what to do and how to help, even if it’s just sitting in each other’s company on a couch.

Ravus wouldn’t mind something like that at all

In fact, he’ll even try to set aside time so you two can have moments like these.

But that’s only when you two have known each other for a while and you’re deep in a relationship.

He unfortunately has an image he has to uphold.

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✧ There are days where the two of you can just spend hours doing nothing but sitting in silence, but you’re both content with it.

Sometimes it’s all about the presence and not the talking.

Ravus understands that a lot and relishes in moments like that.

Unfortunately they just don’t happen often enough.

But he tries to make time for them to happen.

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✧ Like with Ardyn too, Ravus has days where it’s harder to mask so you’ll have to help him.

Which you never mind, you’ll definitely give him the same love and curtesy that he’s given you all those other times.

Even if he denies that he needs it.

He’ll soften up if he sees cuddling or any form of hugging is going to be involved.

Ravus definitely returns the favor for you as well. Almost immediately too.

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🖤Gladiolus🖤

✧ Out of the three, Gladio is not as touch starved, but he does do his damndest to make sure you know you’re loved and all that.

He may not be all too good with words, but his actions are louder!

Much louder.

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✧ If you have bad days where things are worse, Gladio will offer to go out and do something in each other’s company.

Even if it’s something like working out or going to his favorite ramen shop.

He is also someone who wouldn’t mind just sitting down with a good book while you either read or do whatever you want near him.

Actions are definitely easier for him to handle.

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✧ You might’ve had to explain a little bit about how you are and why, but he understands.

I feel like he has a harder time with emotional things and tries to tackle the problem head on, which can be good, sometimes.

But he quickly learns that this is not something that can be dealt with so easily.

He means well, but he can be a himbo at times.

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✧ There are times he has seemed a tad bit insensitive, but it has always been a misunderstanding and he means well.

Again, emotions are not his strong suit so you’ll have to be patient with him.

Gladio will definitely to his best to make you feel content and loved in the best ways he knows how.

Cuddles.

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I know it took a while and it’s short for as long as it took, but I hope you enjoy!

Do give me feedback if you have any!

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 7 days

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A Lesson To Be Careful: Chocobros x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Poly sex, anal sex, oral sex, spanking, biting, power play, BDSM

Your back pressed against the marble flooring, head pound, eyes burning with tears and teeth grit while you writhed beneath the heavy foot pressing against your chest. You looked up at the MT, a hiss escaping from the back of your throat as you looked up into its hollow red eyes. The MT only pressed the tip of the blade harder into the skin of your chin. You winced when a small shot of pain cut through you, you soon felt something warm starting to slowly drip down your throat. Blood roared in your ears, your pounding temples made it hard for you to pay attention to the chaos springing around you.

The pressure on your chest tightened, a soft cry escaping your lips and your head tilting back in pain.

“(Y/n)!” you heard someone calling you.

Your sagging eyelids pulled up just a bit, your eyes scanning the horizon only to have the pressure on your chest suddenly stop just as your body gave way.

“It is truly is a good thing you only came out of that with just some scrapes and bruises, love,” Ignis tutted as he closed the door behind you.

“Gladio, I have legs,” you sighed, glaring at the man that held you tightly in his arms, acting oblivious to the fact that he was actually doing it, “I can walk on my own.”

“Mmm,” Gladio hummed, thinking, “no.”

“Gladio!” you huffed, pinching the top of his ear. He flinched and huffed himself. “Put me down, it’s just a few bruises.”

Gladio sighed, taking a few more long strides until you were both inside of the massive bedroom with the three right behind you. Gladio slowly placed you on your feet on the ground, only to be brought back to his rock hard chest, his hands kneading at your waist and hips, leaning over to nip at your earlobe.

“Maybe we should teach you a lesson on how to be careful,” he growled in your ear.

“Perhaps we should,” Ignis tutted, eyeing you as he slipped his jacket off of his lean shoulders.

Gladio moved your hair away from your neck, his lips pressing against your soft flesh as his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your pants. Ignis circled around in front of you and cupped your chin, tilting your head up as to capture your lips in his. You felt Noctis lace his fingers in your right hand, pressing kisses to the side of your head and down the length of your jaw. You felt Prompto take your left hand, lace his fingers with yours and press kisses to your knuckles, kissing up and down the expanse of your arm, taking extra time on the small bruises that stained your skin.

Gladio spun you around, but your lips still clung to Ignis’, his cold hands brushing against your cheekbones. Noctis and Prompto let go of your hands, your chest ached as you wanted them, fingers flexing as a soft whine left your lips.

Gladio’s hands flew to your button up shirt, yanking at the seams and popping off the buttons in one hard tug and flying off in different directions, his large calloused hands going to your bra to pluck at the strands, snapping them against your skin. Noctis, now behind you, tailed his nimble fingertips over the waistband of your pants, nails digging into the band and running along the rim until his fingers were fumbling with the button and zipper, quickly revealing your panties. Prompto nuzzled into your neck, licking and kissing and mouthing soft promises along your bare throat, his soft and warm hands trailing along the under curves of your breasts and trailing down your stomach, nails tracing invisible patterns into your heated flesh.

You felt Noctis struggle with the clasp of your bra behind you, his finger frantic as you could feel him start to heat up. He cursed softly, pressed hard kisses into the back of your shoulder until your breasts were finally freed from their cloth prison. Gladio ripped the loosened bra off of your figure with your ruined shirt in tow before he attacked your throat and jaw, placing hungry kisses on your skin.

Your hands fumbled, one hand quickly threading into Noctis’ locks, scratching his scalp as your other hand was cupped by Ignis’, his lengthy fingers tangling with yours. Gladio’s roughened hands stroked at your breasts, thumbs and index fingers pinching and scratching at your nipples. Noctis’ hands running along your spine to the curve of your ass, grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh and plucking at your panties. Prompto’s hand danced down your stomach, finally settling on your panties, hitching a notch into the soft fabric and tugging gently. The friction of the fabric pulling on your dripping clit made you moan, tilting your head back.

Gladio’s hands left your breasts, nipples now aching from the torment, his lips leaving the underside of your jaw. The telltale sound of jingling and a crack of leather had the other three quickly release you.

Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Gladio with his leather belt in his hands, his leather pants sagging slightly on his waist, his clothed erection obvious as ever. You heard the others shuffling, belts jingling and hitting the floor behind you.

Gladio advanced towards you, one hand leaving the belt and grabbing a hold of your shoulder and forcefully turning you around. He grabbed a hold of both of your wrists, looping the leather belt around your soft skin and yanking on it tightly, pressure enclosing and binding your wrists until Gladio’s hold lets up.

You now saw the other three mostly naked, kicking their clothes out of the way while pulling their underwear off, revealing their penises to you. Their faces were flushed, hair a complete mess, Ignis’ glasses now missing from his structured face. They each eyed each other, then to you, then the bed before quickly moving.

Noctis laid down along the foot of the bed, Ignis advanced towards you, relieving you from Gladio’s strong grip only to be snared in his firm and unforgiving grip. You could hear Gladio quickly yanking off his clothes, tossing his jacket and tank top and loose pants and hiking boots somewhere behind him carelessly. Ignis had one hand wrapped around the leather belt, his other hand fisting your hair and firmly tugging your head back just a bit. Prompto simply stood there, you could see the debate in his eyes whether he should do something or touch his erect cock.

Ignis nosed your throat, the bulb of his nose rolling over the splotches kissing your skin, they were still raw and tender, a soft whimper escaping your lips.

You could feel your panties were soaked, your knees wobbling as a coil tightened in your belly. You whimpered once more, when Prompto finally moved forward, his fingers knotting into your panties and yanking them down, making a soft wet splat when they hit the floor.

Suddenly, your head was jerked back roughly by another hand, a moan snapping out of you as tears were brought to your eyes. Ignis moved aside when the leather belt was snatched up from his grip, Gladio’s body heat pressing firmly behind you as you felt his erect cock press against your asscheeks. He drew your head back until your crown was pressed into his collarbones, he lowered his head to your ear and nosed around its shell, nipping at your earlobe.

“You know the safe word, right?” he growled into your ear.

You nodded, whimpering when you felt your hair pull against your scalp before Gladio pushed you forward towards the bed.

Noctis lowered himself from his elbows when your knees hit the edge of the bed, your body buckling when Gladio hoisted you up. Noctis’ clammy hands felt amazing on your heated skin, his cold nails digging into the meat of your shoulders and angling your body until you were hovering just above him, the perfect height for Gladio behind you.

Ignis slowly came around to the other side of the bed, his knees on either side of Noctis’ head, Prompto next to you his fingers dancing alon the curve of your back.

You felt Noctis first, the head of his cock tapping at your passageway, pushing past your soaked nether lips and quickly pushing up. You winced at the pressure, crying out softly when his cock finally entered you. Slowly, Noctis started to pump his hips, being careful with you above him.

But it was agonizing, he was moving so slow inside of you, it made you whine. You wished your hands were bound behind your back, your fingers flexed and ached, wanting to clawing at the sheets on the bed and scratch at Noctis’ shoulders.

But Noctis kept you still, slowly guiding you along his shaft slowly and carefully.

Gladio was next. He let go of your hair but kept a tight grip on the leather belt wrapped around your wrists. You felt his erection glide along your asscheeks, his head slowly pushing past your ass to stop at the pucker of your hole. His free hand came down to your ass, pulling at one of the cheeks far enough to help him slide into you as easily as he could.

You cried out, throwing your head back and sobbing softly at the stretch in your ass. Sweat shined, blanketing you in a moist layer.

You felt so full with the two of them inside of you, their cocks slowly starting to move up a pace, their hands guiding you along the lengths of their cocks, whimpers leaving you and you looked up from Noctis to see Ignis waiting patiently for you to open your mouth, his nimble fingers dancing up and down his cock. You jaw slowly unhinged, Ignis moving forward until the tip of his cock pressed against your lips, pushed past your teeth and now housed itself in the warm, moist confines of your mouth and throat. He too started out slow, a steady pace as he rocked his hips back and forth, both hands coming up to your scalp and gently massaging the raw skin and combing through your beautiful locks.

Tears filled your eyes as a guttural moan failed to slip past the penis caged in your mouth. Your scalp burned in a good way, your body was starting to shiver, a tightness coiled up in your belly the more the three cocks pumped into you. Your shoulders rolled backwards, the sweat making your wrists slip and roll around in their leather bindings until one wrist managed to slip free, only to land on Prompto’s flat stomach and work its way down to his erect cock where your fingers pumped quickly, not even starting out slow.

The four men were a flurry of moans, heads thrown back as their nails clawed at you, making crescent moons in your skin and scratching down your soft, hot flesh.

Your head rolled back, a whine bubbling from your lips before the tightness coiling up in your belly became too much and you cried out loudly, your orgasm rocking your body and making you see stars. And yet, they still ravaged you and your grip on Prompto only tightened, the blond whining at the added pressure, his nails biting your skin harder.

Time seemed to have escaped you all, your mind now numb as they worked you out, wringing and milking as much as they could, working out orgasm after orgasm until one by one they finally came. First Prompto, his hot seed splatting you in the face and dripping down onto Noctis who only groaned, his cock shuddering inside of you before you soon found yourself having your insides coated in his cum. Ignis moaned softly, his fingers knotting tightly in your hair, gently and firmly pulling at the strands until your mouth was finally filled with his own seed, you couldn’t help but gag as you swallowed most of it, some of it dribbling out over your swollen lips and down your chin. Gladio was the last as usual when it came these sessions, but when his grip tightened on the belt still cuffing your one wrist, you cried out when he roared, fingers grabbing harshly at your abused asscheek as you felt his hot seed fill you.

The belt loosened around your wrist, slipping off and falling onto the floor with a loud clunk. Your body fell over, curling up next to Noctis as Gladio stumbled away from you just a bit. Ignis had let go of your hair and Prompto had quickly disappeared only to return with a soft towel for you.

Noctis rubbed his fingers over the red marks on your wrists, fingers running along the sharp cuts in your skin as your eyelids felt like iron bricks.

But before you could finally lull off to sleep, you could hear Ignis’ stern voice cut through the silence.

“Do you need us to repeat that lesson, kitten? Or will you be more careful next time?” he purred.

You thought for a minute, only to smirk as you nuzzled into the sheets.

“I may need another lesson later,” you murmured.

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itsgeecheebitch · 5 months

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Until Darkness Descends

Chapter: 42/?

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: Explicit

Series: The Fall Part 1 of 4

Main Pair: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

Sec Pair: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

A few days passed when the team finally located the regalia. Turns out the empire had it all along just as Gladiolus had suspected. With the car back in your possession, and your plans for Cape Caem falling into place, you and the boys made your way to Lestallum. None of you had any intention of leaving Iris and the others in the city while you sailed east to Altissia.

Cid had informed you of a safe house he built near the lighthouse in Caem. Quiet, spacious, remote, a perfect hiding place from the empire. Iris, Talcott, and Jared would be safe there unlike in Lestallum. While Iris and the others were currently living amongst refugees from the capital, strength in numbers didn't mean much when they had a close connection to the five most wanted ‘fugitives’ Nilfheim was after.

Leaning your head back, the sun beamed down on your face, turning the inside of your eyelids red as you closed them. You hoped they would agree to go. While Cape Caem wasn't as exciting as a bustling city, it was safer and they would be surrounded by guards who would protect them. The deep rumbling of an engine disturbed your musings, alerting you to something huge flying overhead.

Opening your eyes, you saw a massive platform soar through the sky. The insignia for the empire stared back at you from the platform’s edge. A dizzying bout of unease rushed through your system. It was flying in the direction of the city. Lestallum had remained a free city state for so long, but something told you it would be the empire’s next destination…and soon. So soon it made the back of your neck prickle with raised hair. You needed to get the three of them out of the city before that could happen.

The sounds and smells of the city greeted the five of you as you arrived. The fetid stench of sulfur from the factories curled around your nose, nearly burying the savory scent from the food stalls that dotted the industrial landscape. Parking the car, you and the boys made your way to the Leville.

The sun was on your back, heating your skin till it glistened with sweat. Once you arrived at the hotel, you found Iris standing in the lobby alone. Her cheeks puffy and her eyes rimmed red. Dread froze your stomach solid. You knew something terrible had happened even before she said it.

“Oh Gladdy…”, she whimpered.

Muscles tensed, Noctis approached her. “What's wrong?”

“It's Jared…something happened!” Iris cried. Without another word, the boys escorted her to one of the rooms you had pre-booked, your gut in knots as she revealed everything that had happened. A few days ago Niflheim soldiers had stormed the Leville, looking for you and the boys after you had regained the regalia. Enraged that you weren’t there, they slaughtered Jared in your stead.

Ice spread over your chest like a tumor till all you could feel was guilt. You knew Jared for as long as you knew your boyfriend and his sister. Although he had alway maintained a certain level of decorum, as dictated by his profession, he was always warm. Kind. He didn't deserve to die when he did nothing wrong. A tear slid down your face before you realized it had fallen.

You wondered who it was that ordered the manhunt. Was it Ardyn? Was that why he allowed you and your friends to drive off with the regalia? A shudder rushed across your body. You knew they would retaliate for what you did to their base, but you didn’t think it would result in one of your own paying the price for it.

The door hinges keened as it was forced open. Your heart broke in two when you saw it was Talcott standing in the doorway. Rising from his chair, Noctis knelt in front of him, opening and closing his mouth while he tried to find the words to say. “It's not right, we should've been here.” He said.

“I…I couldn't stop them!” Talcott cried.

A part of you wanted to comfort the boy too. Pull him into your arms and promise that everything would be okay, but you knew it wouldn't be. At the end of the day he would still be left without his grandfather, the only family he had left. It was probably Ardyn's fault that he was orphaned a second time.

You missed the rest of the exchange and watched as the little boy walked away. The ghost of his tears haunted you and made your chest swell with unshed tears.

“I'm taking Talcott and we're going somewhere else.” Iris said, wiping her eyes with the backside of her hand. “Lestallum isn't safe anymore. We can't just stay here and wait for them to come back!”

Gladiolus knelt down beside her and placed his hand over hers. “We actually came here to make arrangements for you and Talcott to go to Caem. We'll make sure you guys get there safely so you don't have to worry.”

“Who's taking us?” She asked.

“Monica more than likely. she seemed on board when we last called.”

“Okay...are we leaving together?”

“Unfortunately, no.” You whipped your head around to Ignis who was leaning against the wall. A frown was on his face as he delivered his next words. “It'll take Monica a little over two days to reach here from where she is currently stationed. We cannot risk delaying our arrival.”

A shadow of disappointment darkened her crestfallen face. It didn't seem fair to leave Iris and Talcott all alone after what happened. They already spent so many days alone with their grief only to be told they had to do it a second time. But it couldn't be helped. Noctis needed to get to Altissia as soon as possible. During their encounter with Gentiana, the group found out Lunafreya planned to awaken the water goddess.

You guys had no way of knowing when she planned to do it, which was why you had to get there as soon as possible. But still, this situation didn't feel right.

Your boyfriend seemed to agree since he said, “don't worry I'm not going anywhere.” Then he turned to address the rest of you. “I'll hitch a ride with Monica and keep Iris company.”

“No, I'll stay back.” You said before you could stop yourself. “Noctis needs his shield, he can't risk losing you while the empire is on our trail. In fact, if any of us is going to stay back then Iris may as well ride with you guys. there'll be room in the back and I'll just hitch a ride with Monica and Talcott.”

Gladiolus stood up from his position on the floor and folded his arms over his chest. “Nah, it'll be too dangerous.”

“So is leaving her with Monica as her only defense.” You reasoned. “The empire knows our faces, they may even know that Iris is an Amicitia. if the empire wants to strike someone close to the crown, then they would do it whether or not she is with you. Iris would be more protected riding with the four of you than with Monica.”

The room fell silent with everyone contemplating your words. Ignis was the first to break the ice, rubbing his chin in that way of his that let you know he was thinking. “You make a rather compelling argument.”

“I say we take her with us, it might be fun.” Prompto said.

Noctis turned to you. “You sure you're okay with staying behind?”

“Yeah.” You replied. “It's the least I could do.” It took some convincing but Gladiolus agreed eventually. When that was settled, Iris went back to her room, leaving the boys to discuss their frustrations over Jared. Prompto proposed getting revenge on the empire and Noctis remembered the flying Niflheim base they rode passed on the way here.

It was a unanimous decision once the suggestion was made and the boys took off in search of the base, leaving you to watch over a heartbroken Iris and tearful Talcott. You tried to cheer them up as best as you could for the rest of the day, rented movies from the hotel’s cinema library, played cards, and strolled through the building.

But at night with the kids tucked in bed, it was you who was swamped with thoughts. The room was dark with only a thin stream of silver light to illuminate the four walls of the room. Noctis and the others weren't back yet and would more than likely not return till tomorrow. It was in that moment that your mind began to play, haunting you like a tune echoing through an abandoned opera house.

Memories you hadn't thought about in a while floated into your head like notes of sweet perfume, making your chest twinge with bittersweet nostalgia. You remembered the first time you met Jared. It was on a cool evening. The desert wind was cruel as it whipped your face and brushed the ring of inflamed flesh that was around your neck.

You were eleven at the time. Ardyn hadn't visited you in over three weeks and your parents were becoming crueler by the day. Thoughts of running away were what propelled your legs despite the burning in your chest. Pins and needles danced on your face, freezing the tears rushing down your cheeks. You turned a corner and bumped into something solid and warm before crashing onto the ground.

When you looked up you saw wisps of white hair and a face weathered by years of hard work. Panic bubbled in your throat at the first trace of recognition. You’ve seen this man a few times before. At a distance and occasionally accompanying the Amicitia family heir. He worked for them. If he worked for a powerful noble family then that meant he more than likely knew who you were.

The bubble in your throat popped, flooding your body with searing adrenaline. What if he asked where your parents were? What if he took you back? Your mind raced, competing with the thrashing of your beating heart. But instead of one of your nightmare scenarios coming to life he knelt down on the ground, dropping his bags of groceries as he did.

He asked if you were alright. When you didn’t answer you saw his eyes zero in on the angry welts wrapped around your neck. You slapped your hand over the marks and quickly healed then. Much to your surprise, he didn't ask about them and instead offered to buy you tea and a warm meal, which you accepted after a brief moment of hesitation. Since then, Jared had become something of a grandfather to you. He was aware of what most people pretended to not notice. He helped you befriend the Amicitia children so you could have a home away from home whenever you needed an escape.

You released the balloon building in your chest and sobbed into your pillow. He was a good man. He didn't deserve to die. Never again would you be able to see his warm smile, or taste his pancakes, or even talk to him. A sharp pain cleaved a chunk of your heart. You just keep losing the people you care about left and right. You lost your circus family and now you lost Jared…and it could've been Ardyn's fault.

The door groaned and you sat up. Wiping away your tears, you expected to see Talcott or Iris when the clawing scent of citrus hit your nose. Your eyes hardened at the towering shadow moving through the dark. A blade of silver light peeled the shadows from his face, revealing his brilliant amber eyes.

You turned away. “What do you want?”

“I came to check on you, my dear. I know my...affection must've troubled you.” Ardyn said. Warmth leeched down your legs at the memory his words had inspired.But you choked it down quickly before it could reveal itself on your face.

“That kiss is the farthest thing from my mind right now” You mumbled. Your glare cut through the darkness till you found his gaze. “Did you send them? The soldiers that came here, did you order them to kill someone close to the prince?”

The floorboards creaked the closer he came to your bed. “No, but I was aware of it nonetheless. It was Lieutenant Fleuret who orchestrated the ambush. I advised against it, but it seems he heeded none of it. I truly feel sorry for your loss, my dear.”

You felt your animosity, as fragile as it was, crumble to dust and float away on the wind. An all encompassing despair took its place, slamming into you like violent waves against a rocky cliff. The bed dipped. His hand wrapped around the back of your head and guided you down to his chest. Your fingers curled into his coat as you sobbed.

You breathed him in, soaking up that tropical scent that accompanied him wherever he went. It flooded your lungs, warming the melancholy that trapped your insides in a block of ice. Then you remembered yourself. “You need to go.” You pulled away but Ardyn refused to let you go. “You can’t be here.”

“I come as a friend and nothing more, you have my word.” It was a weak argument but it was enough to shatter the last of your defenses. You didn't fight him as he guided you back into his arms. You knew this was anything but platonic. There was love in the way he rubbed your back. His lips were a feather light touch on the top of your head. Now that his affections were made clear as day, you couldn't read his touch as anything else than what it truly was.

Instead of turning it away, you invited it with open arms. You cried into his chest, knowing it wasn't right to find comfort in the arms of another man. You just made a promise to yourself that you would be a better girlfriend for Gladiolus, all it took to discard that promise was one little visit from the man you never truly stopped wanting.

You were foul in every sense of the word but at this moment you didn't care. Gladiolus was miles away and left you to face your grief on your own. You weren't strong enough to stand under the full weight of it by yourself. Nor were you strong enough to withstand the full depth of your failure. Twice had you failed the people who needed you most. You weren't there when king Regis fell to his enemies and you weren't there when Jared met his demise.

Glittery green light swirled around your fingers like fireflies, as if reminding you of the power that coursed through your veins. You sighed and the light faded away from your hand. What was the point of having the ability to undo death if you couldn't use it to save the people you cared about?

Your face lit up with an idea. You looked up at Ardyn with a face damped with tears. “What did they do to his body? to Jared's?” You said. Hope rode hard on your lungs, making your breaths come out in thin gasps. Maybe there was a way to bring Jared back. Ardyn was a prominent politician in the empire, one with enough power to bring you Jared’s remains unquestioned.

Sympathy flitted across his face and your hopes died on a whimper. “There is nothing left to salvage of his remains, I'm afraid.” His arms tightened around you. “Even if I could scrap up what is left, it would not be enough to revive him, I'm sorry.”

Ardyn rocked you, silencing your anguish with gentle shushes and feather light caresses. He tucked you in once your tears finally stopped. Without a word, he rose from the bed and approached the door. Only stopping when you whimpered, “don't go…”

The shadows masked the way his shoulders tensed and he came back to the bed. Your side warmed as he laid down beside you and pulled you back into his arms.

It was about an hour or so ago when you fell asleep, but Ardyn remained. The moon shone brightly against your face, illuminating every lash that laid against your cheeks. His finger whispered across your jaw, so softly, barely touching, as though you were a freshly painted portrait he didn't want to disturb.

Almost two weeks had passed since he began to wonder who you really were. The more he looked at you, the more that crushing agony devoured his chest. He had longed for you for so long. Longed to touch you, to kiss you, to talk to you, now that he had you he was about to lose you all over again.

This time by his own hand. Over the past two weeks he agonized over his options, combing through every scenario in the hopes that one would leave you alive. He considered just killing Noctis. But just like you he was under the gods’ protection. He wouldn't die until he became the chosen king and fulfilled his role.

Ardyn considered stealing you away ahead of time. Hide you within the heart of the empire and kill Noctis when the time comes. But just as the prophecy dictated, if he allowed himself to be happy with you, to fully embrace his love for you, his powers would weaken and he would succumb to his brother’s descendent.

No matter the scenario the end result remained the same. Unless he was willing to forsake his revenge he had no choice but to hurt you. Ardyn held you tighter against him. There was another option he considered, but only briefly. He could spend his final days with you before offering himself up to the slaughter. It was the only option that would leave you happy and live, the only one where he would be able to enjoy his wife before losing you forever. But it was an option he could not take.

He had come too far to let it all go to waste now. No matter how much he cared about you it would never be enough to quench his need for revenge. If that was the path he chose then he did not deserve to be with you. He did not deserve to hold you in his arms and bask in the temporary peace it gave him. Peeling away from you, he rose from the bed and conjured a piece of paper from thin air.

Scribbling a quick note, he left his number at the bottom of the page and left the note for you on the nightstand. His heart was heavy as he reached for the door. He knew he shouldn’t have but he looked back at you one final time. You didn’t deserve what he was about to do to you. But Ardyn was no longer the selfless healer you fell in love with 2,000 years ago. He was a hardened monster that could only deliver pain and the only thing you would ever receive from him was pain. Opening the door, he walked away with his heart breaking off piece by piece.

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of-stars-and-pens · 1 year

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“Hotel Room”

Pairing: Gladiolus Amicitia x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Final Fantasy 15

Inspiration/Request: A co-written fan fiction between my friend and I. This was a “fade to black” scene I decided to write out.

Warnings: Daddy kink, gender specific, smut, self stimulation, panty sniffing, Daddy kink, oral

A/N: Damn this is a long piece.

The rush back to the hotel room had left you breathless.

“Gladio!” You laughed. “Slow down!”

“Nope,” he said simply, instead he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, continuing to the hotel, his pace continued, unafraid to maneuver through the crowds with the appropriate “‘scuse me”s and “comin’ through”s.

“Gladio!” You laughed, attempting to push yourself up so you could see, but found yourself unable. “My skirt!”

Gladio smacked your ass. “Quit movin’. I don’t wanna lose my balance.”

“People are going to see my ass!” You cackled, still bracing against him some so you didn’t bounce around.

“Sounds like the opposite of a problem to me.”

You just laughed more. This was fun and amusing and you were so happy that this was your life.

“Almost there, Fiancé,” he said. You could hear the cheesy grin on his face.

In moments, you found yourself being carried through the lobby of the Leville and up the stairs. You squirmed and giggled, trying to break free so you could walk.

“Babe,” Gladio scolded, smacking your ass again. “Stop it.”

Down the hall you went, giant steps bringing you to the room in no time at all. “This fucking door,” Gladio grumbled as he struggled to unlock it. “If you let me down I can–” As if on cue, Gladio opened the door. “Watch your head,” he warned, ducking down as he crossed the threshold.

In no time at all you were in the hotel room, and you listened to the deadbolt turning, laughing. He wasn’t laughing as he dropped you on the bed. You continued to laugh as you propped yourself up with your forearms.

“Are you hard already?” You asked, giggling, unable to stop yourself from looking as he stood in front of you. “Yeah. So what?” He asked, crossing his arms and looking down at you seriously. The grumpy charade didn’t last long.

He watched as you sat up, starting to play with yourself. One hand was massaging your breast and the other slid down to play with the hem of your skirt before slowly pulling it up to reveal more and more of your thigh. You could feel his eyes on you, burning you, as he watched quietly. In a teasing move, let your hands fall before leaning back. Your hands rested above your head, one landing closer to the side than over.

“Who said you could stop?” Gladio growled at you, crossing his arms.

“Wouldn’t you rather do it yourself, Daddy?” You asked deviously, looking up at him with bedroom eyes. You could feel yourself getting wet just at the sight of him.

“I want to watch,” he instructed before quickly walking over and pulling one of the chairs to the spot he had been standing, but a little away so he wasn’t so close. “Play with yourself for Daddy, Baby Girl.”

And you did just that.

Your hands slid down, gently running over the side of your face as your eyes closed. One hand stopped at your breast again, starting to caress it, your other hand lowering to the hem of your skirt again, before slowly coming back up, gently caressing your lips over your lace panties when you arrived. You rubbed yourself a little before caressing your thigh, just outside of your pantyline, teasing yourself.

“I’d rather feel your big, calloused hands on me, Daddy,” you sighed, opening your eyes and looking at him as you continued. “It’s just not the same.”

“Keep going, Baby Girl,” Gladio said plainly, his gaze focused on your panties like the eagle on his back. “Don’t stop ‘til Daddy says.”

You didn’t say anything, just slowly moved to rubbing yourself over your panties, searching for the little bundle of nerves hidden behind its hood, still over your panties.

“Don’t tease me, Baby Girl,” he breathed.

You looked at him, palming himself before he undid his belt, removing it in a smooth motion, tossing it off to the side, his gaze never leaving yours before it slid down to your finger rubbing against your panties. He undid the button and zipper of his pants, adjusting himself.

Slowly, you went back to palming yourself, slipping your finger under your panties from the side, running it up and down before hooking it and moving to the side, your other hand now joining in the fun. You watched as he maneuvered his dick out, palming it a couple times before licking his hand and starting to run it up and down his shaft.

You held your panties off to the side while your finger returned to your clit, starting to rub that sweet spot once more. You could feel your wetness growing, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Daddy,” you whined, “I want you.” “What did Daddy tell you, Baby Girl?” Gladio asked. “Play with yourself.” You watched him with a pout. “Listen to Daddy and do what he says.” Something about his tone made you shiver. You stopped rubbing yourself and slid a finger inside yourself with a hum, curling it and pumping as your eyes closed. Wishing it was his fingers inside you, you added a second finger with a sigh, the other hand starting to rub the side of you again.

You heard him stand up, removing his pants and kneeling in front of the bed.

“Stop,” Gladio instructed in a tone that made you shiver, but you did as you were told.

Your fiancé grabbed your legs and pulled you closer to the edge, watching you for any sign of discomfort or lack of interest. Anything that would say you didn’t want this. He maneuvered your legs over his shoulders as he knelt, caressing your outer thighs and kissing the inside. He got closer to you and took a long inhale, sighing as he exhaled. He noticed your legs tense.

“You good?” He asked, raising his head to look at you. “We can stop, if you want, Baby Girl.”

“No,” you assured, watching him. “I’m good.”

“Do you want me to not eat you like the whooole buffet you are?” He teased before getting serious. “All fun aside. If you don’t want to this time that’s fine, but–”

“No,” you repeated. “I don’t want to stop. Just… Your exhale. It felt…” You sighed. “It felt good.”

“Ah. Gotcha. Should I get back to it, Baby Girl?”

“Help yourself, Daddy,” you said, bracing yourself on your forearms again so you could have a better view.

You didn’t have to tell him twice.

Gently, he started nipping your thighs, working his way closer to you. A sigh escaped your lips as his tongue ran over your panties, and you fell back, allowing yourself to feel the sensations he was giving you. They were always strange, but no longer unfamiliar.

What was unfamiliar was him literally ripping your panties for easier removal. He leaned back, bunching true fabric together and taking a long, deep inhale of your leftover scent while you watched. He sighed before taking another deep inhale, taking in even the tiniest scent and committing it to memory before tossing them to the chair behind him. It was hypnotic and erotic to watch.

“Daddy’s saving those for later,” Gladio said with an almost drunken sigh. “Delicious.” He turned his attention back to you, taking one long and deliberate lick, causing you to gasp and you to arch slightly. “Settle.” His command came with his maneuvering of your legs over his shoulder, his arms reaching around so his hands could rest over your lower abdomen, keeping you in place. He watched you for another moment before lowering his mouth to you. “Ready, Baby Girl?”

“Rea—“ You were cut off by your moaning as he set to work.

You could feel his smirk as he ate you out, licking and sucking on your clit before starting to enter you with his tongue. It was clear he was enjoying himself—and he always did.

“You’re so fucking delicious, babe,” Gladio couldn’t help but growl against you, causing you to whimper. “Oh? You like that, Baby Girl?”

His thumb slid down some to gently rub your clit as he went back to licking up every drop of you he could find. Eventually, one of his hands left your abdomen and his attention moved up, focusing in on the head of your clitoris, pulling your skin back ever so gently to expose it more. A finger entered you and you gasped, having to grab handfuls of the sheets, whining and mewling incoherent words and noises.

“Stop wiggling,” Gladio growled, waiting for you to behave before continuing. It took a while, and you were left panting. “Good girl,” he said before giving you a nice long lick from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit, ”listening to Daddy…”

He dived back down. A long, thick finger entered you, causing your back to arch. A moan escaped your breathless body, and he chuckled, the vibrations making you whine.

“Daddy takes such good care of you, don’t I, Baby Girl?”

You nodded and hummed an affirmative and he went back down.

“I could do this all day,” he admitted. “Fuck, between your smell, your taste, I wish I could live down here. Have you for every meal of the day.” He knew this built your confidence, which you struggled with. All he cared about was getting you off, and the focus and work he put in to make it happen made you feel so soft and warm with love.

He added a second finger, curling and pumping at a steady pace as he hummed against your clit.

You whined, the coil in your gut tightening

“Awww,” your fiancé chuckled. “Are you going to cum already?” He added a third and you gasped, eyes watering and blindly reaching for him before grabbing his hair. “Hey,” he scolded, pulling back to move your hands away. “No touching.” You whined, but moved your hands to grip the sheets next to you before reaching above to hold the pillows as Gladiolus went back to eating you out. In no time at all, you found yourself coming undone, riding out the high as he continued, prolonging your orgasm until you were left panting and whining and overstimulated.

“Baby Girl,” Gladio said, voice low. You watched him watch you with that crooked smile he always had when you were a hot and bothered mess, completely high on the bliss of an orgasm he gave you. “Feeling good?” You hummed and nodded, watching him with hooded eyes.

He sat back, his elbow resting on his knee while his other hand stroked himself. “You doin’ okay?” He asked seriously.

You hummed and nodded again. “I need you to say it for me, Baby Girl, please.” “I’m okay,” you assured with a sigh.

He smiled softly. “Ready for more?” He asked.

“Yeah,” You whimpered, knowing he wouldn’t be done with you until the sun came up.

#gladio x reader #gladiolus x reader #gladio amicitia x reader #gladiolus amicitia x reader #ffxv x reader #ffxv #fan fic #i made this for you #a queue like you #naughty

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the-blind-geisha · 4 months

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The Bride of the Four Horsemen - Chapter 7

A/N: Commission for DestiniDestati! Thank you so much again for your support~! Chapters 8 and 9 will gradually release in the coming weeks as I work on them!

Chapter 7: The Truth Whispered Through the Night

Prompto was apparently up at that hour, stretching from the small amount of sleep he was able to obtain. Noticing me there at the docks, he called out to me.

I wasn't too startled, but my own thoughts had caused me to tense just for a moment; especially given all that Ignis and I had discussed prior. “Oh, Prompto,” I greeted, trying my best to hide the sorrow that labored my words. “What are you doing up?”

“I could, uh, ask the same about you,” he wearily chuckled. Making it to my side, he kissed my cheek with that same smile that could always light up the darkest of nights. “So what’s on your mind?”

I breathed out a small sigh at his question. “You know me too well, it seems.”

“Of course. We’ve been together for over ten years.” Prompto shrugged. “I know you about as well as Noct, or at least, I want to say I do. Rarely do you walk away on your own unless something is bothering you.”

I managed a smile to the best of my ability. Felt like even some unknown force was desperate to have me spare a moment to tell Prompto about what I and Ignis spoke of earlier.

But… not here.

“You’re not too tired to go for a walk with me, are you?” I asked, grabbing his hand to hold tightly.

He raised his brow at the tone I no doubt carried when I spoke. He was quite perceptive, that was for certain. All those years, and it seemed his best qualities only got stronger. “Sure. I am fine with that.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “I think they have a lot of the brighter lights on near the coast. We can head there just to avoid any daemons.”

That would be best. I didn't want to get interrupted and lose my nerve to tell another beyond Ignis. “Sounds wonderful. Let’s go.”

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sanjismywhore · 11 months

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Joyride

Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Warnings: None

Requested by @justasidebloglol

Tysm for making this request! I’m so sorry for the wait, I hope you like it 🫶🏽

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The group of four walked down the steps of the palace entrance, heading to the Regalia parked outside.

Just as the men approached the vehicle, the king’s advisor called out to Noctis: “Your Highness!”

The men stopped on the steps, turning a full 180 to the voice that called out. Noctis stepped in front of the others. The advisor bowed deeply to him, before addressing the rest of his companions.

"Deep apologies. It seems we failed to mention another thing before you all set off.” The advisor straightened up and turned to his right, revealing King Regis beside him.

“Sir, if you may.” He faced the king and motioned with his arm to step forward.

Regis nodded, stepping aside from his advisor and turning to Noctis. “It appears there will be an addition to your journey.” The king enlightened the men.

“They have offered their assistance in the coming events.” He made a silent gesture with his head as if nodding, pointing in the direction ahead of the group.

The men turned their heads in the other direction, curious about who it could be.

Then the sudden thunderous whirring of a bike engine alarmed the four, causing Prompto to instinctively reach for his gun. Despite this, the rest remained calm.

The sound grew louder until it became a cacophony of noise as one motorcycle burst through the courtyard gates. This was followed by another car and another, and another… and another.

They all stopped near the gates while the motorcycle continued towards the palace steps.

As the rider got closer into view, the group could see a few noticeable features. A woman was astride the bike with a black helmet, black leather gloves, leather jacket, and leather boots. The motorcycle matched the all-black aesthetic with a sleek shimmer to the front.

Rock music blared, seemingly from nowhere as the bike slowed almost to a complete stop, but not before drifting cinematically just to show off. As soon as the engine was cut, the motorist dismounted from the bike and took off the helmet.

You walked up the steps to the palace with your helmet in hand, then you stopped right as you approached everyone.

You observed the men just as they observed you. The short blonde was cute, but you had no opinion of him. The tall one with glasses looked lame, and the muscular one was quite handsome.

And of course, you already knew and heard of Noctis, though he didn’t look too enthusiastic to meet you.

King Regis cleared his throat and approached you, taking your side and facing the men. “Gentleman, this is (Name).” He introduced.

The men stared at you for a while, some smiling as if they were excited to see you, some unfazed.

From the corner of your eye, you thought the muscular one looked at you up and down. He seemed curious but also pleased to see you. Grinning to himself, his gaze lingered on you for some time. He added a subtle wink before flickering his gaze at your bike, clearly intrigued.

When you surveyed him back. There was something roguish about his appearance. His hair was styled like a wild, unkempt mullet. A large tattoo covered both arms; you could make out a bird's wings and face. His eyes were the right shade of amber, like honey. And to add to his sculpted features, he had a nice patch of facial hair.

You could tell he was striving for the “bad boy” look. Out of all the four, he caught your eye the most.

Smirking slightly, you ignored his gaze and instead focused your attention on the King. He said, “(Name) has agreed to assist in the coming events. Keep in mind they are here to aid us, not harm us.”

Stepping forward, you outstretched your hand towards the men, “Nice to meet you.” You took a moment to introduce yourself to the two blondes, greeting them with a polite handshake.

However, when you got to Noctis, he refused the handshake. Unwilling to make eye contact, he faced away from you and muttered, "Hey..." before apathetically walking away.

It wasn’t the most eloquent greeting, but you still appreciated the effort. You could tell immediately that Noctis would take a while to warm up to you.

Ignis, who observed the interaction, stepped toward you two. “I apologize for his apathy. He’s not exactly the social type.” He apologized.

“It’s cool, I get it.” You responded with a shrug, giving him an understanding nod.

Then Ignis continued, “Noct will get adjusted to the arrangement in no time. Again, It’s a pleasure to have you joining us.” His tone was polite and hopeful.

You nodded at him again.

Turning your gaze toward others, you spotted the muscular one inspecting your bike. He was bent over, running his hand over the vehicle's side. From your distance, you could hear his tongue click as he grunted in approval of the vehicle.

“Sweet ride ya got here.” He called out to you in a deep tone full of intrigue, his gaze fixed on the bike.

You watched the man feel up your bike before flickering your gaze at Prompto sneakily climbing onto the seat. As desperate as he was to hop on, his attempt failed because he was too short.

Laughing softly to yourself in amusement, you approached the two men with a smirk. “Wanna take her for a spin?” You raised a brow, nudging the muscular one’s side with your elbow.

His brow raised as he glanced at you. First, he stared at you blankly before a small smirk tugged at his lips.

His fiery amber eyes sparkled with charm before he asked, “How fast can she go?” He folded his arms against his chest, standing back up to his full height.

Pleased to know that someone is interested in your lifestyle, you asserted, “Come and find out?” You smirked back, making a gesture to the bike.

The man let out a deep chuckle that nearly caught you off guard, “Only if it's cool with his highness.” He remarked in a murmur, turning and gesturing at Noctis.

Noctis, who was already sitting in the Regalia’s back seat, looked up at the two of you. At first, he gave the man a judgemental glare before shrugging indifferently as he replied, “Do what you want.”

The muscular one made a face at Noctis, then looked back at you and extended one of his previously folded arms, “Name’s Gladiolus. Call me Gladio.” He grinned down at you and shook your hand firmly.

You shook his hand, responding, “(Name).”

He laughed at that, smiling proudly. “No need for introductions, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You were caught off guard for a moment, “Didn’t know people still talked about me…” You muttered under your breath, blushing a little.

“You kidding, who hasn’t heard of you? (Name), the fabled crowns guard who got exiled for “

Suddenly you stepped on his foot, making him grunt. “Shut it!”

Gladiolus released your hand and placed his own inside the pocket of his leather jacket, muttering a curse to himself before chuckling. “The stories were right.” He remarked.

Turning back to the others, he called out, “Ready to hit the road?”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Ignis hopped into the driver’s seat of the car while Prompto took the passenger’s side. Once everyone was settled, Gladiolus looked at you.

You took your place on your bike, leaving enough room for Gladio to sit behind you. “Hope you don’t mind the arrangement.” You commented, “I’m not used to riding with big guys like you.” Turning the key, you felt the engine purr beneath your feet.

A hum left his lips as he stepped closer to the bike, “I’m sure I’ll get used to it.” He sat behind you, leaning forward slightly to wrap his hands around your waist for support. “You mind?” He uttered directly behind your ear, tightening his grip teasingly.

“Just don’t get too touchy.” You teased in response before pushing the kickstand back with your foot.

You heard Prompto make a gagging sound in response to the two of you flirting, making Gladio turn around to glare at him.

“Excellent.” King Regis spoke, bringing everyone’s attention toward him. Looking at you, he smiled royally, “I appreciate your help, (Name). We’ll leave you to your business now.” He waved kindly at you and the men as you began to make your exit.

Ignis drove the Regalia in front of you, expecting you and Gladio to follow close behind.

As you followed the car, you couldn't help but notice the beauty of the landscape around you.

The city building incrementally became less frequent along the roads, and soon there was only land.

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over everything. The sky was a beautiful mix of blue and pink that complimented the sunset perfectly.

The air became slightly warmer with every kilometer you traversed. Finally, after a few minutes of driving in one direction, you are surrounded by desert sand; ways away from Insomnia.

It felt more comfortable than usual; almost relaxing. Most cars were gone, except for the occasional vehicle passing by. All kinds of creatures roamed the blank terrain.

After about an hour of riding in silence, Gladio decided to break the ice. “You gonna show me how fast this thing goes or what?” He teased, nudging you playfully in your side.

Chuckling lowly under your breath, you pushed your helmet down to hide the playful smile that stretched across your face before answering, “Just hang tight. You’re gonna get a surprise.” Your reply sounded more like a tease.

You revved the engine loud enough for everyone in the Regalia in front to hear it, a playful attempt at startling them.

It worked, they jerked around and turned toward you with shocked expressions. But before they could regain composure, you and Gladio whipped right past the Regalia at impossible speeds.

The wind curved around your helmet but blew through Gladio’s hair wildly. You felt him hold onto you with a death grip while leaning forwards onto you for wind resistance. He grunted from the shock, “Whoa!”

As fast as you went, you knew you could easily run off course and crash. But you kept going; hoping that Gladio was enjoying the ride.

Then laughed as he exclaimed, “Holy shit!”

Prompto’s laughter grew softer the farther you drove away from the Regalia. He stood inside the convertible to catch a glimpse before you were completely out of sight. “That’s so awesome!” He yelled, cheering loudly.

Looking back, you yelled, “Try and keep up!” A laugh escaped your lips as you sped up even more.

Gladio seemed to have gotten used to the speed and held onto you tighter than before. Lost in the fun of it all, you both laughed and cheered.

Your little detour managed to turn into a session for sightseeing. The farther you got from the road, the more interesting the environment became to you.

The land was grazed by all sorts of creatures that you had never seen before. In the middle of nowhere, it was breathtaking.

There were a couple of times when Gladio had to remind himself to breathe when you took the corner unexpectedly, but ultimately, you proved to be an excellent rider.

When you could no longer see the road, you knew it was too late to turn around.

In the distance, you made out the shape of a giant scorpion charging at the two of you. “The hell is that?!” You shouted in awe, pointing at the creature. Even though it was pretty far away, you knew better than to underestimate its size.

Gladio leaned a little closer to look at it too, “Shit. I didn't think those existed anymore.” He grunted after a pause.

A wide grin spread across your lips as another reckless idea came to mind. Tightening your grip on the brake, you slowed down and drifted the bike so that you circled the mysterious behemoth, “Wanna fight it?” You looked back, grinning at the big guy as you finally stopped.

The question caught him off guard. Cocking a brow, his face held a quizzical expression as he looked down at you, “You still know how to fight?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Please, the beast ain’t that big. Plus, I know my way around a fight.”

Pushing the kickstand down, you and Gladio got off the bike once again. Reaching behind yourself, you pulled out a shotgun from the large holster on your back.

You twirled it between your fingers skillfully before letting it rest in the palm of your hand, “What do you say? Wanna see my skills?” You were beaming with confidence.

“Guns aren’t my thing. I prefer blades.” Gladio responded with indifference. His expression remained stoic as he crossed his arms over his broad chest, “They’re more efficient if you wanna take that beast down.”

“Is that a challenge?” You raised a brow, smirking as you eyed him.

He hesitated for only a second, “Well if it’s one you wanna take on,” Grinning victoriously and whipping out his large blade, he added, “I won’t hold back!”

Then the both of you set off on a race to see who could take the beast down. It was fun.

Neither of you would realize how much you’d bond over the short timespan of knowing each other.

After a quick round of combat, you had the upper hand with your superior weapons.

But it wasn’t over.

You and Gladio were able to land a few quick blows, enough for the beast to fall to its knees.

As quickly as possible, both you and Gladio jumped atop the creature with your weapons ready to strike down at it. “Come on, boy! Give us some blood!” You urged the beast with a snarl.

It roared at you and knocked you back with the force of it. Gladio grabbed the back of your jacket to steady you, “Hold on tight. Don’t let go!” He yelled before swinging his large blade at the beast’s head.

The blade connected with a satisfying hit causing the beast to cry out in agony. You jumped off the creature’s head and landed near Gladio on the ground.

You took the chance to shoot at its joints and neck to make sure the beast could be rendered immobile.

A few more attacks and the challenge would end in a draw. Neither of you could tell who killed it.

After having fun with the beast, it would take another hour for you to regroup with the others.

It was getting close to dusk when you returned. The others were chatting among themselves, seemingly tired and annoyed by your antics. They all stood aside from the Regalia, sharing equal piercing glares in your direction.

Prompto was the first one to exclaim, “Where have you been?! We were looking all over for you two!”

Ignis joined Noctis in his tirade, “We thought we lost you two for good.” He turned his attention completely to you.

He noticed the two of you were covered in monster blood and bruises, which made him narrow his eyes. “You’ve been fighting, haven’t you? Why in the world would you fight alone? What if neither of you came back?”

You couldn’t tell if he was mad at you since his expression never showed a hint of anger, but his voice was laced with sternness.

“(Name),” He sighed, “If you’re going to work with us, you need to take this more seriously. It’s all fun and games now until we’re leading a war against the empire.” His tone was gentle, yet firm as if he was talking down to a child. “We need you to be responsible, not reckless. It’ll get you killed.”

Gladio interrupted, causing Ignis to narrow his eyes at him. “Hey, don’t be so hard on her. So what, we went on a little joyride? We came back in one piece. If anything, it was my idea-“

“You of all people should know better. I wouldn’t have expected you to encourage this. I’m holding you accountable for this as well, Gladio.” Ignis eyed him before turning his attention back to you.

He continued, “She’s right to want to go on these excursions, as well. However, It can be dangerous. Especially when you’re unprepared.”

Your cheeks were burning under his scrutiny. Looking down, you apologized. “I’m sorry. I let the adrenaline get the best of me…”

Gladiolus was about to interject, probably with something sarcastic in reply to the insult, but Ignis cut him off, “To fill you both in, we are camping here tonight at the Hammerhead. Rest up while you can.”

The three walked off towards an RV, presumably the “camp” Iggy mentioned. Leaving just you and Gladio alone.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, Gladio cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “Sorry about that…” His apologetic tone caught your attention.

“Don’t worry about it, man. No harm done.” You replied nonchalantly, kicking up some dirt. You walked back over to your bike and brought it to the fuel station, leaving it there next to the Regalia.

Gladio silently watched as you then made your way into the convenience store, but not before mouthing “Later.”

Moments passed, and you would walk over to where the RV was parked. The lights inside were on and you could make out the silhouettes of the four men.

Deciding not to bother them, you sat in one of the yard chairs out front and cracked a cold one alone.

As the sky began to darken, the air started to feel chilly. Wrapping your jacket around you, you stared into the night sky, thinking things over. Knowing your past, you predicted that something would go wrong. Something always does.

And as you thought about your reputation within the group, especially as a newcomer, your mood turned sour.

Then all of a sudden you heard voices arguing from within the RV. All you could pick up on was, “You should’ve done something,” “She's a liability,” and “She could compromise everything!”

But Gladio’s voice was able to outshine the others, “Giver her another chance!” He demanded. Noctis sighed, “You know her past. She’s trouble.”

“If she was so bad, then why did your father let her come with us?” Gladio snapped angrily, “She has potential. Giver her a chance!” He pleaded.

A few more words were exchanged between the men before Ignis finally spoke out, “We’ll speak about this in the morning. Everyone should get some rest.”

You were grateful that Gladio was willing to stand up for you, but it didn’t help the sinking feeling inside you. Everything you did mess something up. It always did.

You crushed the now-empty beer can and leaned back in the chair, closing your eyes and sighing. “Fuck…”

The door of the RV opened and then slammed shut as Gladio stepped out. His gaze lingered on you before he walked slowly over to the fire pit. Taking a seat next to yours, he gazed into the flames quietly for several long seconds.

You broke the silence with a soft murmur, “They don’t trust me, do they?” Your head hung low as you spoke.

He shook his head no, sighing deeply. “It’s not like that…” He scratched the side of his neck, "They’re just being… cautious.”

Sighing, you placed your chin in the palm of your hand. “I don’t blame 'em….” Your tone had dropped to near a whisper. A sad sigh slipped past your lips, “I’m known for my recklessness… You know how the stories go, I always fuck something up. Charging headfirst into fights.”

Gladio uncharacteristically chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not how I saw it.” You furrowed your brows at him curiously, causing him to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, “I uh... I mean… I think you’re a total badass, not a failure.”

His voice was much softer than what you were used to, “The stories were right about one thing, you’re a damn good fighter. But everything else was insignificant to that.” He smiled at you gently, leaning back in his seat.

“I’ve never seen anyone who can handle monsters and danger like you do. And I’d bet my life that you know exactly how to use every weapon you have. You’re tough.” He winked and flashed you a grin, hoping to see a smile on your face.

Consequentially you smiled at his words, even if only a little. You hide your face in your hands, not wanting him to see how hard you were blushing. “You mean that?” You asked.

“Of course I do. Don’t you forget it.” You felt his arm wrap around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him. The warmth of his body was comforting, although you were still embarrassed.

“I just have one question,” He started. “Why did you wanna join us?”

You bit your lip, debating whether or not you should answer. When you finally decided to tell him the truth, you looked him straight in the eye and responded, “I don’t want those stories to define who I am. I want to prove that I can protect something…”

Your head hung again, “But old habits die hard, right?” You added sadly.

Gladio grunted, shifting in his seat, “Don’t feel too bad about today. I was a part of this too.” He laughed a little, “Wouldn’t want you taking all the blame.”

Silence fell upon the two of you yet again. This time, however, it wasn’t quite as awkward. It almost seemed peaceful.

Gladio’s arm stayed draped across your shoulders. He was just starting to zone out when you spoke up again, “Thanks for having my back.”

His brow raised slightly, confused by your statement, “What? You don’t gotta thank me for that.”

"It means a lot to me." You looked at him directly and smiled. Your eyes seemed to sparkle with the moon’s reflection, making Gladio blush a little and glance away.

He cleared his throat, “Don’t mention it.” and continued looking out into space.

You shifted closer, resting your head against his shoulder. He tried his best to stay cool, but he couldn’t help noticing how cute it was.

Both of you watched the stars twinkling above, content to stay sitting together for the remainder of the night.

Neither of you wanted to break the comfortable silence, knowing that it might become awkward if you left. Eventually, you found yourself drifting off. As soon as your breathing slowed down, Gladio followed shortly after, snuggling up close to you. You were so warm, so inviting. He had no desire to leave.

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rosiewritesstuff · 2 years

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No Name

Part 4/4

Gladiolus X Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk.

Story based on Anon Request! See Part 1 for full details!

Thank you so much everyone for your continued patience with me and the continued love I get on this page! Life has been using me as a punching bag, and unfortunately it's only the beginning!

I am overjoyed and beyond thankful for the support. Seeing comments and likes towards my work throughout the day breathes life into my very heavy lungs. I appreciate all of you! I am still writing some pretty fun stories, so stay tuned! I am accepting requests, so if there is something you want to see, hit me up!

Anywho— here is the last and final piece of this story. It was a pleasure to write. I personally love the idea that Gladio's love interest is just as snippy as he can be on occasion. The testing of power. I totally think that Gladio would be smitten for a woman who tries his patience and isn't afraid to speak her mind. I think he'd gain something from not being treated like a celebrity!

I hope I did Gladio and Anon's request justice! Enjoy! -Rosie

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"Ignis, I need your help. Do you have a second?" Gladio stated, leaning against the Advisor's open office door. Ignis glanced up from the heap of paper work littered against his desk and open computer to throw a look of question at the Royal Shield.

It had been about two weeks since your last run in with Gladio, and the man had been waiting on you ever since. He found himself showing up at the training room during ungodly hours of the day, just to see you. And since you suddenly, without any warning signs, disappeared— he had begun to worry. Did you stumble across the wrong person while in the Royal Training Room? Did you end up getting hurt even despite your incredible fighting skills? He didn't show it on the exterior, but he felt anxiety spike whenever your face wasn't spitefully looking up at him.

The Royal Advisor flickered his gaze back to the covered desk, before shifting it to the shield once more. "I suppose I have a moment," Ignis' lilt heightened as he slouched back into his office chair. The shield huffed a breath of relief. "What is it that you need assistance with?"

"I need help finding someone," Gladio slid into the room, closing the door behind himself.

"You need my assistance with a mundane task such as that? Use the government website—"

"I would, but I forgot my password. Again," Gladio tried to mask the slight embarrassment he felt by crossing his thick biceps against his chest. "I attempted too many times and I am locked out. I have to go to the IT department to get everything reset. Look— that is beside the point. I need to find someone and you are the guy that I find most reliable."

Ignis tilted his head, fingers now intertwining within each other— he held them in front of his face. "Did they cause a problem? Does this need the attention of the authorities?" He sat up, eyeing the situation closer.

"No, I have been training with this individual and they have neglected to show up the past few times. She is a glaive. I wanted to see if she had been deployed and never told me." Gladio approached the desk Ignis sat behind— He leaned forward, palms resting flat on the desk on either side of the Advisor's laptop.

"She?" Ignis questioned, slouching back into the chair again, faint smirk painted onto his lips. "Is this one of your paramours?"

Gladio rolled his eyes, before focusing them back to Ignis. "Careful with your tone, Iggy. Your jealousy is showing."

"Hardly the case. Just shocked is all." Ignis sighed before reaching to type on the computer. He pulled up the website and went to the plug in that displayed the entire employee database. "What is her name?" Ignis asked, eyes not looking up from the glowing screen. Gladio swallowed thickly, big hand finding the back of his neck to scratch the base of his scalp.

"I don't know."

"You don't know her name?" Ignis' tone took on a slight mocking one, his sharp manicured eyebrows knotting with confusion. "Did you not ask her?"

"I have tried. She just… won't give it to me." It was true, he has asked. And if Ignis knew just how many times he had asked— He would have been floored. At least Gladio felt that way. In some sense, he supposed it made sense. You were skeptical of his intentions, figuring he was there to get you in trouble rather than let you slip by fully unscathed. It had been months of this however, and he figured you would pick up his jig at one point or another… He didn't expect you to just— stop showing up.

"Gladio, I figure I shouldn't have to break the news to you. Merely because it is you who has luck with the women.. But if she isn't giving you her name then she isn't interested in your advances." The smirk seemed to grow larger on Ignis' usual stoic face, green eyes firing with a playful and mocking glint.

"Sounds like you heard that a lot." Gladio quirked a challenging eyebrow back— spiteful gaze matching to the caliber of Ignis'. "Plus, it isn't like that. It is a complicated story. I just need to see if she's on the deployed list. That's all."

Ignis bowed his head at the slide as if to accept it and he looked back up. "I don't have access to that documentation."

"You don't? I thought we had access to those lists—"

"No, unless it directly effects the Prince and his whereabouts, we do not have access." Ignis relented while slouching back into his seat. "We would need a higher access to view all of that. If anything, you would need to discuss this with Noctis. He has the capabilities to see everything."

"So, I have to ask Noct."

"Essentially, yes." Ignis was ready to close the window on the computer before Gladio pressed forward. This was a problem.

He sighed with defeat, head falling limp. "I can't go to Noctis. You know that." He pushed himself off of Ignis' desk and rested his hands on his hips; Amber gaze now searching the room for any hidden answers. Gladio knew that Noctis would never let the big guy live it down for being "stood up" or "rejected" Even though that wasn't the case. "Don't you have all of Noctis' login information?" Gladiolus was no stranger to Noctis and his habits. It was known and a constant pressure point between the small knitted group, that Ignis did most of Noctis' work for him. Ignis occasionally played the role of Prince when the actual Prince struggled to do so. Of course when the time called for it. Having Noctis' login information only made sense… For two reasons.

So Ignis can check up on Noctis to make sure he is completing tasks that require his attention.

Noctis has more of a tendency to forget passwords and all of that information. One of them had to brandish responsibility and it might as well be the highly trained, dutiful Advisor.

Ignis once again cocked his head in confusion, now sitting up again in his chair. "Are you asking me to infiltrate the Prince's government profile so you can locate a woman who shows little to no interest in you— all in leu of protecting your pride?" Damn Ignis never did pull any punches.

"Yes. That is exactly what I am asking." The confidence was unyielding, and Gladio stood taller now.

"Very well." Ignis sat up and typed at the computer for a small length of time before slowly turning it to face the Shield. "Here is the list," Ignis deadpanned, elbows digging into the desktop. "Says they are touring the western most Cleigne border. In search for any notions of any enemy military upheaval. Appears they will be returning soon."

The Shield hunched over the laptop and scrolled downward using the mouse pad. He skimmed the pictures, searching for your most prominent features. He skimmed until he neared the bottom and saw your face. He could recognize that smile from anywhere, even though you only gave him such a look a couple of times. He swore he wouldn't forget it. His stomach tensed, eyes slowly moved from your face, to the name in boldface, starting with your last, comma, your first name. He grinned, "Gotcha," His voice fell hushed onto the desk in front of him while studying your name closely.

He felt like he won some sort of unsung battle— like you were a boss that had shown no weakness, but with ample research and many helpful individuals he unlocked your secret. He had finally, at long last, knew your name. Countless battles lead him here and he was satisfied.

"Let me see her," Ignis pried, eyes stretching to the computer. Gladio flipped it around again as if he were showing you off. "Pretty thing she is," He hummed, with a nod of approval.

"She is, and is quite a spit fire to go along with all that hot stuff. Do you have a piece of paper and a pen I can borrow?"

Ignis dug around for a moment, shuffling of papers and clanking of writing utensils seemed to fall on deaf ears— Gladio's intense amber eyes only focused onto you and your name. He mouthed it, repeating it with a whisper as if it were a secret that only he could know. Ignis slid a sticky note and a pen towards Gladio's palm that was pressed onto the desk once more.

"May I ask what you are writing down?"

"Just the information I need, don't you worry about it." It took no time at all for Gladio to scrawl your name and a few other bits of information about you, down on a bright yellow sticky note. He looked at his penmanship, your name written in a sloppy, all capital, print. He knew that only his eyes could read such a mess of words and lines. He smiled at the information, your name falling from his lips once more before standing straight. He peeled the note off of the pad and smiled at it. "Thanks Specs. I owe ya." The sticky end of the note stuck to his fingertips and he fluttered it as he turned to leave.

"I wish you luck, Gladiolus," Ignis slid the pad and pen back into their proper locations, catching the Shield's confident grin as he turned to shut the door.

"Thanks, Iggy."

You were exhausted. In fact, you felt that the word did little justice for the way you felt. Your eyes were heavy, their lids trying to droop shut— if it weren't for the sweltering van you were crammed into, you would have easily drifted into slumber.

You were on a routine surveillance mission that happened every so often. A group of glaives, selected by the Marshal and the General, were sent to scout different areas of Lucis— all in search for any suspicious movement of the Niflheim military. This was always randomized, and you almost figured it would be you. It had been a few months since you were sent out, and it was only a matter of time before you were called again to do your time. Many people called these trips, deployments— that was the more official term. You were deployed. And damn was it the worst.

There was nothing more damning then riding across the country, crammed into a small, poorly ventilated van; stuffed like sardines with 10 other glaives. Nothing drove you more crazy then crashing into your seat neighbors every time the driver hit a bump or pot hole. You swore at one point, the driver was doing it on purpose. That or the glaive next to you sensed your frustration and craved to piss you off further.

You were almost home, now trailing through the outskirts of Hammerhead; The last outpost until you reached the limits of Insomnia. From the gate, you calculated, you would be home in 40 minutes. You checked the clock on your phone and sighed heavily. 4:15. Your head hit the back of the seat, causing the glaive next to you glance down at you. You paid his strange stare no mind as you began to mentally wallow in your own misfortune.

It would take you two hours at the earliest to get back to the Citadel. You didn't even bother to factor in rush hour traffic. Your exhaustion seemed to overtake your frustration and you swore you would cry if it wasn't for the several witnesses crammed around you, trying to ignore each other.

Around a quarter after 8, you were finally shuffling out of the Citadel with your personal effects tugged over your shoulder. You decided, halfway home while crossing a busy street— Cooking was absolutely not an option for the evening. Your limbs wanted rest, your body wishing to finally crash onto your couch and watch the TV show you had been neglecting. Nothing can sedate your exhaustion and hunger like a bite of fast food. You took a long way home and stopped of at a fast food joint that you frequented.

With your bag of food in one hand, your personal effects slung over the other arm— you shuffled for your keys that seemed to find the deepest depths of your pants pocket. You turned the corner abruptly, finally pulling the keys from your pocket. It almost felt like they grew hands and were tugging on the hem in a fight to stay warm and secure. Your exhausted mind seemed to find that image hilarious, and you stifled your amusement with a sigh and a gentle shake of your head. You gazed down the hall towards your final destination, at long last— wait… what was that?

There on the doorstep was a vase, jutting out was a small assortment of flowers. "Huh?" You shook your head trying to clean your mind. You were looking at the wrong doorstep, you almost laughed. Who the hell would leave you flowers. You smiled at yourself as you moved to the door your apartment stood behind. You stopped at the welcome mat, your jaw going slack when you found that glass vase and flowers sitting at your feet.

Blinking, you checked the worn numbers on your apartment door. Yeah, that was your apartment. Eyebrows knotting together, you dumped your duffle bag onto the floor to your side and knelt in front of the vase. There was a note tied with a ribbon around the dip within the wall of the vase. With a gentle hand you pried the folded note open with your thumb. The note was written in a neat print, the author wrote in all capital letters which was a unique feature. You hadn't seen many people write like that.

Like a forensic scientist, you began to narrow out your options— who owned penmanship like that? Flittering through the Rolex within your mind, you began to make comparisons to everyone you knew. They had to meet three points of criteria:

They needed to know your address.

Legible handwriting.

Had a reason to buy you flowers.

Well, it couldn't have been anyone in the glaive, none of them had your address on hand. And it couldn't have been the date who stood you up almost a month ago— he didn't have that information either. Prompto? No— He had some half cursive half print handwriting that could hardly be understood. You have harped on him for writing in what you deemed to be the Prompto Language. He was never amused by your slide.

If it wasn't any of them… then who the hell..? You opted to forego the guessing game and decided to read what it said. Second way to know who made this mistake. You blinked a few times before starting at the left hand side of the folded note. It read:

"Glad to see your name wasn't in the paper. The Royal Training Room misses their delinquent. Hope to see you soon,—"

Your eyes stopped suddenly on the gentle way your name was written at the end of the final sentence. "Gladio?" You whispered, eyes intently reading the note for any missing clues. You looked at the vase of flowers, and began to shuffle them around for a listening device or something off the wall. "Flowers?" They were just… flowers? Heat struck your cheeks and carefully you unlocked your door and hoisted the vase up to your chest— duffle bag long forgotten in the hallway.

You turned on all the lights leading to the kitchen and rested your food on the table— it too, long forgotten. The bouquet of flowers looked lovely on your kitchen counter. He had picked a variety, but selected ones that seemed to compliment each other— in color as well as shape. Your eyes flickered back to the note clenched tightly in between your fingers.

You read it again, and again, and again; until your eyes began to spin. You tried to swallow, but your throat was entirely too dry. When the sudden shock seemed to subside, a warm smile graced your face. It sparked warmth that climbed your chest and began to ease your limbs and turn them to jelly. The urge to laugh cascaded over you, and with a bright smile, and completely smitten, you nearly floated to the hallway to get your long forgotten belongings.

Gladiolus Amicitia sent you flowers. That sentence didn't make a lick of sense, but everything else did. Your mind was swirling, and the only bit of information you could keep down was the echoing voice of Prompto: He has his reasons. My guess is… he probably enjoys your company.

The next morning, you found yourself nearly rushing to the kitchen hoping that the random gift wasn't a figment of your imagination— or some cruel dream that the gods had teased you with. But the arrangement stood proudly on your counter, note still dangling gently from the ribbon it was fastened to. Your smile widened further and quickly you gathered yourself together for another risky trip to the forbidden training room, despite it being your day off.

You stood taller, at least that's how you felt. At long last, you were smiled upon— your ugly streak of horrible relationships seemed to be behind you now; disappearing in the rearview mirror. You were confident, and flattered; floating on cloud nine as you rounded the corner to the familiar doors of the Royal Training room. With a practiced, swift maneuver, you tapped the key onto the metal receiver. You were rewarded with a satisfying click, signifying your allowance into the locked room. The metal handle of the door snapped as you shoved it open.

You were greeted with Gladio, perched on the bench with his red covered book in his hands. He looked up, amber eyes softening on your smile. "Let me guess," your smile widened as you spoke, watching as his full attention was now on you; Book long forgotten within his lap. "You tapped the flowers?"

He smiled at you while sliding the book into the side pocket in his bag. "Should I have?" He questioned, his eyebrow finding its way up his forehead in the usual way it would.

You couldn't fight the smile on your face. You felt like a love sick goofball. You shook your head, "Unless you want to hear about all of the other Training rooms I plan on infiltrating, then sure." He stood to his full height, grabbing his bag off of the floor.

"I knew I should have asked for some listening devices." He playfully jabbed. "What are you doing after training today?" He questioned, slinging his bag over his shoulder. A smirk lifted to your face as you looked out at the nearly vacant room.

Your eyes moved back to meet his. They held your gaze gently, softly, you felt the magma begin its high pressured course through your veins. Heat collected to your cheeks and spread quickly to your ears. Swallowing thickly you blinked and looked at the floor. "As far as I know, all I have planned is kicking the Royal Shield's ass."

His grin grew and he laughed, "Well after you kick the Royal Shield's ass, care to join him for dinner?"

You swore the world stopped for a moment— for longer then a moment. And there you sat in an empty room with no meaning, forgetting who you are, forgetting who he is— Your heart nearly hammering out of your chest.

"I would love to," You nearly whispered, the words getting lost in the thickness of your throat.

He tilted his head, eyes still holding yours. "Then it's a date," He spoke just as confidently as ever, his signature smile holding to his soft lips.

"Better not be a set up Mr. Amicitia. I will be livid," you hummed, trying to fight the giddy urge to dance around the room. You spent the energy walking to the locker room to change.

"I would never--" His sentence trailed off, but you caught the faint sound of your name slipping from his lips. the way the timbre of his voice seemed to extenuate the syllables of your name caused your legs to go weak; Heat like never before flooded your face, your body, your mind. You were clouded fully with giddy anticipation. And as you lost your casual clothes, and slipped into your work out outfit; you wondered why the hell you kept your name away from him.

You came to the conclusion that it was all part of the fun.

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sheep-and-lykos · 7 months

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Gladiolus Amicitia - NSFW Alphabet Day 1: Aftercare

The future king’s shield is a lot of things; Stoic, brave, brash, proud, cocky. But over all else, he’s passionate. He’s passionate about so many things; His job, his athleticism, his love for making cheap noodles in a cup taste gourmet.

But something that overtakes that all is you.

Gladiolus loves you more than anything, he’s made that apparent so many times.

And he loves making passionate love to you, too.

He’s insatiable, you fuel his desires and his passions and his very naughty dreams. He could go on for hours, days even if he dared to dream. His stamina can’t be met, and with his strength, he can easily toss you around the bedroom or wherever he may take you. He’s glad to do it anywhere at any time, eager to make passionate love to you and make even better memories.

But when it comes down to the end of the night, when he needs to wind down and rest, he finds it just as enjoyable as when it started. He loves aftercare, and especially what comes after.

He loves the afterglow, the pillow talk, the cleaning up, the cuddling. He especially loves doing it all for you. He was raised to protect and to provide, and Astrals, he’ll gladly do both for you and so much more. Even if he’s cleaning you up after a quickie in the woods, he’s happy to do so.

He loves talking after sex, even if it’s about nothing sexual. He’s happy to talk about whatever; the weather, what’s going on in the Citadel, what new book he’s been reading in his free time.

Speaking of books; He loves to tell you ideas he has for sex. A little secret that he loves to tease into your conversations are ideas for roleplay in the bedroom. Whether it's some sappy storybook dashing knight in shining armor or some slutty nun who needs to be taught a lesson, he’s happy to share.

But his favorite thing to do after the sex and the cleaning and the pillow talk is to read to you a little bit from the current book that he’s on until you fall asleep snuggled up next to him.

You nearly fell, your grip on the desk almost faltering as you tried to keep yourself up. Gladio’s large hands had a near death grip on your hips, keeping you still as he towered over you. He slid himself out of you, panting and finally letting you go. Your pants had nearly dropped completely as you tried to reach for your belt on the floor, managing to snag it by the buckle.

You turned to rest your now sore ass against the desk, hissing as the slowly forming bruises throbbed deliciously. You looped your belt through the loops and turned to look at your lover.

He had tied the condom, tossing it into the nearly full trash can, nudging the papers inside to hide the evidence of your little romp. He had slipped his cock back into his boxers and zipped up his pants.

You couldn’t help your wandering eyes, especially since he had his back turned. The crownsguard members had wardrobes tailored differently to each member, and today they had all received new clothes. Your lover was wearing a t-shirt that looked like it was a bit too snug with the crownsguard logo on the back and some new pants. Tight, black leather pants. Very tight. You could see every detail through the leather, from his chiseled calves to his thick and strong thighs.

And the item that earned you a golden ticket to a quickie in some poor councilman’s office: His ass.

As if sensing your eyes, he turned back to see you looking right at his ass once more.

“I thought you learned your lesson that it’s rude to stare.” His large hands capable of throwing you over his broad shoulders came to rest at his hips as he cocked an eyebrow at you. “I won’t have to escort you off of the property, will I?”

You feigned offense, jokingly placing your hand on your chest.

“Why, Gladio! I’m just appreciating the fruits of your labor.”

Your phone lit up with a message, the flash grabbed your attention for a brief moment as you looked to see who it was. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed something shiny and metallic glinting in the low lighting. Looking back, you gasped softly as you saw Gladio tearing another condom’s packet with his teeth in one hand while the other had returned to remove his belt again.

“What are you doing?”

Gladio had tossed the foil packaging to the floor and advanced towards you.

“I’m gonna teach you another lesson.”

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thatanonymouschocolate · 6 months

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Summer Gladio Sticker!

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daddy-suguru · 2 years

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He could honestly tell me to get on my knees and I'd drop to them😂

Gladdy would be a pleasure dom would want to eat you out first before anything else. But I could see him getting flustered the moment you suck him off. Something about big guys getting flustered is just top teir gold

also this man is 6'6 so he is biiiiiiiiig

look at this man’s face and tell me you don’t want to ride it, also if you look him up shirtless, the man's happy trail is inviting

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸ nsfw, daddy/babydoll titles used, blow job, hints to pussy eat, praise, size kink because this man biiig

Softly you say, "Come on daddy," Pushing his sweat pants down and getting on your knees in front of him. As you look up and continue to say, "Let your babydoll take care of you." Gladio makes no move to stop you as the blood is rushing to his cock, which is no doubt sweaty from working out with his friends.

You take a moment to admire the large bulge that his dark underwear is stretching over. Before you slip those halfway down his thighs with his sweatpants. You lick your lips as you wrap your hand around his cock and hold his veiny, heavy length. You lick the pre-cum that's coming out from his fat tan and pink tip. Before you say,

"Are you sure you don't want me to eat you out?" He loves seeing you squirm, grind your hips, and getting you to cry because he is making you feel too well that you can barely handle it. Overstimulating you is just as fun as when he lets you cool off, and softly kisses you while playing with your nipples. You always got so needy for him again after a few minutes.

Wrapping your lips around his cock and slowly bobbing your head, taking only his tip past your lips. He loves how your tongue ring rubs against his sensitive cock head. As you stop moving your head and hallow your checks.

Swirling your tongue around his head, as he tries not to fuck his cock a little deeper into your mouth. But you can see Gladio's warm honey brown eyes that he wants to. You let him go with a loud pop and he groans, his enormous chest falling with the shaky groan. You tell Gladio,

"I'll ride your pretty face afterward." There is something so painfully good about the way his beard rubs against the inside of your thighs when his face is in between. It's something you crave. So when Gladio starts over and clean shaves, you pout a little..

"Fuck yes, want you to pretty your sweet pretty pussy on my face? So I can make her feel good and suck on your soft clit until you squirt." Gladio has an obsession with making you squirt and counting how many times he could make you cum in one night. Since he enjoys making sure you're fucked out and tired by the time he finishes if it's not a quickie.

Galdio suggests, "How about you put one of the sofa pillows under your knees at least so you're more comfortable?" You let Gladio go and he steps out of his sweatpants and underwear. Before he grabs a pillow that he hands to you. Then pulls off his shirt before he sits down on the sofa with his legs spread apart to sit comfortably on the large square pillow he handed to you. Which he normally kept on the sofa for him to rest against.

Gladio can't help but praise you, "You're beautiful. I love coming home to see your pretty face, and when you greet me wearing nothing but your panties, babydoll you look so irresistible." Grabbing his cock and spitting on him. As his cock jerks in your hand and you smile as you ask him,

Smearing the spit down Gladio's cock towards the dark patch of hair that his happy trail led to as you ask, "You enjoy seeing me spit on your cock that's so fat my hand can't even wrap around it?" You spit on his cock again, as he groans.

"You look so yummy with these veins and you're so heavy inside my mouth. It feels so good having your cock in your mouth. It just makes me what your handsome cock deep my pussy even more." Gladio is smirking as you praise his cock. He reaches down and cups your cheek.

"Babydoll you are so sweet, you love my cock that much. It feels good inside your tiny mouth?" You suck his thumb into your mouth and go,

"MmmMmm." And then swirl your tongue around it. As you pump your hand up and down his cock, the slick sounds of the spit on his dick make your pussy throb. So you put one hand between your legs and push your panties aside to play with your clit.

"I'm so lucky I get to watch you get off to sucking my cock. You can make yourself cum all you like, I promise I'll make you cum even harder with my tongue when you sit on my face."

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