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deathbyignis · 8 years ago

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Drautos x Reader

I have no idea how this ended up to be so long, but whatever. Annoyed with the lack of love for our Captain, I might have gone a bit overboard. My first foray into FFXV Smut. Very very smutty. You have been warned! You almost fall to your knees as your name is called. The rugged voice of the Captain ringing in your ears. Your brain has shut off, but your sore feet automatically carry your weary body forward to the center of the training ground arena. The chilled air that you breathe feels more like water as strain to inhale. You then wait for the Captain to announce your next opponent. "Luche" comes the bellowing voice from above. The Glaives encircling you begin to laugh and cheer as they know that Luche was praying to the Six, hoping to avoid this matchup. Nonetheless, he arrogantly walks to the center of the arena with his hands held up in a Victory pose. His disgusting display wipes any hesitation you had of facing the gunman away, and replaces it with rage. You steal a glance up to your superior, and your eyes connect. He is amused by Luche's display, and appreciates your reaction. You cannot help but to send him a grin. As you turn your head back to face Douché, you cock your head slightly to the right, anxious to wipe that disgusting smirk off his face. Drautos speaks for all to hear; "You know the rules". "No magic". Your audience of war-hardened Glaives begin to boo their Captain, to which he replies, "No Guns", eliciting even more colorful language from your friends. Without saying a word, Drautos gives them a side-look that only a father could illicit to silence his rowdy children, to which The Glaives make futile attempts to disappear into the ancient walls, which in-turn earns a small chuckle from you. "Knives, swords, and hand-to-hand only". "First blood wins, Understood"? The two opponents lock eyes. You nod. Luche nods. "Good, lets go" comes the voice from the balcony. BOOM! The sound of Drautos' gun erupts in your ears, signifying the start of your tenth battle on this never-ending training day. As is customary in the fine art of samurai, you bow to show respect for your opponent. In this particular instance, however, the bow is not for Luche, but for your Master. Stationed next to Drautos on the balcony, Cor watches you intently with slivered eyes, looking for any mistakes so he can "correct" them in your next training session. Luche quickly raises his knives and steps clumsily to his left, so loud and ungraceful you could land a death-blow on him in the dead of night, you think. Your instinct takes you to your right. And so the dance begins. Luche owns all the tell-tale signs of fear. Sweat collecting on his brow, even on this rare chilly, overcast day. His eyes race from your hands, to your feet, to your eyes, and back again. His movements are jumpy and skittish. His visible breath is quick and shallow. This is what happens when Luche has his toy guns taken away. Coward You must admit, though, that you too weren't your usual self. After fighting your entire platoon of Glaives, you were tired and hungry and just done. Drautos locking all of you up in the training ground at 4:00am yesterday and seemingly working and starving the lot of you to death, was his way of "simulating real-world war conditions". Asshole. One more, you thought to yourself. One more victory and you could go home, take a luxurious hot bath, eat a delicious dinner, crawl up to your man, and get some sleep. Just.One.More. And so the not-so elegant dance dragged on for several minutes. Growing weary of watching this man make a fool of himself, and desperate to get out of here, you roll your eyes, take a deep breath, and you strike at Luche with the speed and ferocity of a Coeurl. First swing to his head, then to his torso, immediately down to his thighs. Luche shifted north, south, east and west to avoid the razor-sharp blade that was whistling all around him. Your goal was not to maim or kill the man, however amusing that may have been, but to get him on the dirt floor so you could end this quickly and efficiently, and just go home. Desperately out of his element, the gunman did his best to put distance between himself and his samurai foe, and after several successful dodge rolls and blocks, Luche clumsily tripped and face-planted himself a mere 10 feet from you. The strange sound his vocal chords made as he hit the floor reminded you of spring days in Duscae hunting Anaks. Whoopsies. Cheers and applause from his peers erupted in the small arena as he looked up at you pathetically, silently begging for you to take mercy...he had an image to uphold, after all. He was a terrible mess. His normally well-groomed dome was disheveled, and he had a pretty bad raspberry on his chin from the fall. You almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Looking directly into his eyes, you raise your blade just enough to place it on his clavicle. At that moment it was Luche who sprung. Pushing the blade away from himself with his forearm, he raised his leg, reaching for something at his ankle. A gun. He pulls the huge revolver it out of its holster, hand shaking uncontrollably. Luche then jets himself upright to his feet, and points the massive thing square-on at your head. You stop moving. Coward The End, you think, as you stare with disdain and disgust into your opponents eyes. He was heaving, mouth open, pupils blown, eyes darting from you, to the balcony, to your crew, and back again. Being careful not to upset him greater, you simply lower your gaze, sheath your sword, and wait for Drautos to sound his gun signaling that the match had ended. You wait. And wait. Perplexed at the silence, you furrow your brow and turn your gaze to the balcony above. Looking down upon his two soldiers was Drautos. Smug grin on his face. Your eyes connect and you silently beg him to end this. Drautos, ever the gentleman, throws his hands in the air as if to say "continue, please". Asshole. You turn back to Luche, gaze still lowered so as to not tip him off to your next move. Sword still sheathed, you throw it onto the ground in defeat, and as a true samurai does, you kneel to accept your fate. In that moment, Luche made is fatal mistake. He lowered his gun to his side....and smiled. Your hand shot up so fast he had no time to react. The wall you surrounded yourself with gave him zero opportunity to land his shot when he fired a round at your head. As fast as your wall went up, it came down again and a bolt of lightning hit him square in his abdomen, sending him flying into the concrete wall behind him. Clearly stunned from possible head trauma, he tried to regain some sense of lucidity as you approached his position, your face and chest rose-red with anger. The gun was within his grasp, a mere two feet from his hand, so you quickly kicked it away with such intensity that it slammed into Tredd's boot, standing some 20 feet away with the other Glaives. Looking down at Luche, you kneeled next to him and dragged the sharp nail of your thumb along his cheek, an instant four-inch welt appearing, a minuscule trail of blood making its way southward. Taking hold of his chin, you force his head to the side away from you. You position your lips within millimeters of his ear, and use the faintest whisper to ensure he understands who won. "First Blood". BOOM! Your chest heaving, you stand, and turn to glare at Drautos. Your breath hitched. Bloody hell curse the Six! No wonder your peers were being uncharacteristically quiet. Standing between Drautos and Cor was The King himself. Your eyes darted from one man, to the next, and back again. "Bravo" shouted King Regis from his perch. "Bravo"! "Never have I seen a Glaive utilize my magic in such a manner, a rare treat indeed"! Stunned, you turn to look at your crew. They are all kneeled, looking at the ground nervously. You turn back and drop instantly to one knee and begin your apologies. "Forgive me, your majesty, I did not realize..." "Stand, please...all of you". After the day you have had, you really didn't feel like standing, but you rose up in unison with the rest of the Glaives. You sneak a look over your shoulder at Pelna, silently asking your friend "WTF"? He shakes his head, and starts counting the rocks on the dirt floor. "What is your name, Glaive"? The king asks in a much softer tone than before. Glancing up to see who King Regis is addressing, you see that his almond shaped eyes are peering directly into your soul. "Y/N", your majesty" "Lovely, and where are you from"? "Born in Tenebrae, your majesty". "Wonderful. We should have much to discuss over dinner". Of course, leave it to fate to get a bug stuck in your throat at that very moment. You begin to cough uncontrollably, believing that the king just asked you out for a date while your love is listening. Sensing the source of your coughing fit, King Regis chuckles toward Drautos and elaborates on his invitation. "You are all invited, of course. But for now, I must take my leave. Fine work, Titus. It would please me greatly to see all of you tomorrow evening". Drautos nods and gives you a grin. As the King exits the training grounds, small audible chuckles can be heard in unison with your hacking. You do the only thing you can. You fall back down to your knees and throw up what little liquid is left in your stomach. Crowe is instantly at your side, not knowing if she should laugh or cry. Maybe both? "You ok there, sister"? "Fine" you say hoarsely as you silently beg the Six to return moisture to your still ticklish throat. Suddenly you recall the battle happening just moments ago, and your eyes dart over to Luche. He is still on the ground, mumbling something about Yojimbo. Tredd and Sonitus are applying potions to his head and face, shaking their heads while shooting you darts. You look back at Crowe, who by this point is pissing herself with laughter. "Stop", you plead with her. "Not if I wanted to" she replies, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "He's fiiine" Nyx interupts. "Should have never brought that gun out in the first place, you'd have no cause to fuck him up like that if only he would have played fair" he says, mocking Luche. You shoot him a knowing grin and nod your head. "He got what he deserved" Nyx says giving you a hand to raise you to your feet. "Whatever, I'm fried like a three minute egg. I'm going home" you state so quietly with utter exhaustion that only Nyx and Crowe can hear. You take one last look at Drautos, wave goodbye to him and Cor to gauge their reaction, and when there is no dissent, you take your broken body home. --------------------- The hot bath is heaven. Your tight muscles melt away and the fight with Luche seems little more than an after-thought. You decide to not think of it at all, and sink your body lower beneath the water line. Your slumber is interrupted by the sound of a dog going crazy downstairs. You turn your head in the direction of the annoyance, and listen for a moment, when there is a break in the noise. Calm overtakes your spirit once more when the little shit starts back up again. Daddy is home. The door to your utopia creaks open, and you hear the scraping of little feet on the tile floor, tiny whimpers echo in the small bathroom, but you cannot conjure the strength to open your eyes and greet your audience. "How are you feeling" he asks softly, approaching the tub gingerly. "Fine, no thanks to you" you reply quietly, eyelids still heavy as concrete blocks. You hear him sigh, and he leans in to give you a gentle kiss. He pulls away and you blindly chase his sweet lips. You have yet to lay your eyes on him since exiting the training grounds, but listening to the sounds of him removing his layers of clothing is quite possibly the most amazing symphony your ears have ever heard. "Scoot up sweetheart", he whispers, gently touching the back of your neck. You have no desire to move, but you follow his orders and do as you are told. He steps into the tub, his large frame pushing water out onto the tile floor as he sinks further down. When he is fully seated behind you, he puts his hands around your waist and gently pulls you back to lay on his immense chest. Gentle kisses pepper the top of your head, temple, and cheek as you raise your hand up to caress the back of his neck, he speaks. "Mmm, you're an amazing woman", he says as he wraps you in his arms around you and gently caresses your abdomen,. "I love watching you in training". You sigh deeply, reach down under the water and pinch the interior of his thigh causing him to jump, spilling no less than two more gallons of hot water onto the bathroom floor. "Ow! What was that for" he asks, feigning pain, while trying to hold back a chuckle. Your eyes still closed, back nestled into his chest, you don't have energy for much more than a whisper. "That was for today, asshole". You can feel his smile appear in the crook of your neck. Seeing as though it is a rare delicacy for you lately, you finally have a reason to open your tired eyes. Using his thighs for leverage, you quickly spin yourself around to see it. There it is. The thing you love most about his beautiful face, but it has eluded you for months now. You decided weeks ago that it was stress. Stress from the job, stress from hiding your relationship, stress from the Kings decisions, stress from the rambunctiousness of his Glaives. You study his sweet dimpled grin like it was the painting of Etro in the Citadel. The grin fades and he looks you dead in the eyes. "I'm tired" he says, barely above a whisper. You stare into his eyes quizzically, believing that you had set the perfect trap, he eagerly walked into it, and now he doesn't want to fuck? "I'm tired of hiding this...us". The tears came so quickly, it was like you walked into an onion factory. Eyes burning, you cup his chin, raise his face to yours, and kiss him square on his bee-stung lips. It was gentle and sweet...at first. When his mouth opened fully, you knew boss-man meant business. He lifted you slightly so you could straddle his waist, and with one swift movement you were being lifted up and out of the tub while your tongue wrestled for dominance with his. As he carried you swiftly to your bedroom, you moved your attention to his ear, neck, and clavicle areas licking every inch you could reach....it was important that his vision was not impeded by your head...wouldn't want to take another spill because he couldn't see where he was going. Matching non-battle related injuries are difficult to explain in the Kingsglaive, a lesson learned well. He is so strong. You love that about him. He is so gentle. A part of him that you love more. When you reach your destination, he places you on the bed, with the gentleness one would use with a newborn. Legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, you begin to grind your clit against his already hard cock. He delves his tongue into your hungry mouth and it becomes harder for you both to breath. Hands are everywhere, flying blind. As he pulls away, you let out a small groan, to ensure he knows you are not happy about it. He chuckles, places his full weight on your eager body, his muscular arms wrap underneath your shoulders, he places his hands on each side of your sopping wet head to ensure you had nowhere else to look, and drops a bomb. "I love you". This was new territory...he had never said those words to you before. Not sure if he had used them ever. Cue the onions. "I love you", you rasp, and kiss his chin. This has not been an easy relationship for either of you to maintain for a multitude of reasons, but especially given the secrecy. The Kingsglaive & Crownsguard is much like a co-ed dormitory. Everyone knows everyone else's business, and eventually everyone has fucked someone in the dorm. You had been propositioned multiple times by multiple Glaives & CGs for dates, be it coffee, dinner, bar crawls, and on more than a few occasions, just to fuck. You wanted so many times over the past two years to tell the man-sluts like Tredd and Luche to "go ask The Captain" if it was ok for them to fuck his girl, just to watch them literally piss themselves. Titus never wanted this. You never wanted this. He is your boss, in charge of dealing out life-and-death assignments, including your own. In his past life, pre-Lucis, he lost everyone he cared about to war, ensuring he would spend his life repelling any and all invaders of his heart. Your history in Tenebrae was as horrific as it gets for a young bride forced into marriage. You married very young, believing in love and Santa and leprechauns and happily-ever-afters. The constant rapes and beatings you suffered for 18 months up until the day of your escape three years ago, introduced you to the harsh realities of life. There is no such thing as a fairy tale, even if you do marry a prince. You were adamant that you would never allow another man access to hurt you again. The two of you don't even mention the twenty-three year age difference. But here you are. Wrapped around each other, not giving a single fuck about your past lives. Each believing that the other is worth all the risks. After the gentleness of that sweet moment, you were brought back to your present, your body being ravished by the man you loved and respected. His sweet plump lips release yours, descend slightly south, and wrap themselves around your tender nipple. Titus' skilled tongue teases you in a way only he could, spinning rapid circles before the entirety of his mouth engulfs your little tit, trying to suck the whole thing in. Your breathing became shallow as he took your other titty and performed the same magic maneuver upon it while never losing connection with the first by rubbing the nipple between his thumb and index fingers. "Shit", you whispered, grabbing the back of his head and arching your back off the mattress in a silent plea for more. "Mmmm, you like how I do that", he asked between nibbles. "You know I do baby" you sigh in return. Nothing he could do would ever arouse you faster than playing with your little mounds. What your breasts lack in mass, they more than make up for in performance. It was the fastest route to your core, and he was taking the express lanes tonight. You could remember eleven times exactly when you came hard, just with tit play. Titus is the champion of tit play. You know he is in a good mood tonight, as he smiled for the third time within the hour. Laying gentle, open-mouth kisses down the center of your ribs and abdomen, he continues southbound until his knees are on the floor. Titus reaches up with his right hand to lift your left leg up. "Time for my dinner" he says coyly. You raise yourself up onto your elbows and look at him. "Sorry I didn't cook for you tonight, my boss ran my ass off today" you retort, arching an eyebrow. Another grin. And with that he takes your right thigh in his left hand, spreading you fully, and gives you a full swipe of his glorious tongue from your ass to your clit. "Fuck"! He does it Again. "Uh" And Again. "Gods, baby, fuck me with your tongue". Your affirmation spurred him on as Titus latches onto your clit with the ferocity of a starving man invited to an all-you-can eat buffet. You decide to be a good hostess and vow to feed him well. You place your feet upon his broad shoulders and raise your cunt higher into his mouth. You feel the heat from his tongue spread throughout your body, chest burning, bath water in your hair turning to sweat, small pool between your little tits. The nasty sound of him lapping up your juices just makes you gyrate even more into his face, and he grabs hold of your hips in a futile attempt to slow your roll. Full stop. You look down with a silent plea and see only his beautiful green eyes peering at you from above your mound. Another grin. You know what is about to happen, and you smile back while bracing for impact. His eyes divert back to your cunt and he slams two of his oversized fingers into your sopping wet hole. Gasping for air, you dig your nails into the forearm still holding your right hip, tears forming in your eyes. "Oh Gods, thank you". Another grin. You watch him through lidded eyes as he lifts himself to one knee and turns his body slightly to his right to gain more leverage...he is strategically planning his full-on assault of your body. "Here we go" he whispers to himself. He's not fucking around tonight and sets an unprecedented pace for finger-fucking. Legs spread open, you grab onto your inner thighs and pull hard because, well, not much else you can do in a moment like this. Titus' eyes dart from your sopping cunt to your sweaty face and back again to gauge how long he has until your sweet nectar comes flooding out of your body. Not long as it turns out, as it only takes a few more deep pumps of his long, manly fingers for you to lose your mind. He pulls them out quickly, and you can hear the spray hit him in his face as your body spasms. Not yet content, he begins to tongue fuck you again, licking you clean, and you cum once more to his delight. "Fuck babe, I love this shit" he says, spreading your pussy lips wide as his eyes peer over your mound once more. He gives your swollen bud one more languid kiss, flicks your clit several times with the tip of his tongue, and raises himself to his feet. He towers over you, his hands landing at your sides, he stares at your heaving, sweaty body, admiring the mess he has turned you into. You feel like you should look at him lovingly after he so enjoyed the meal you prepared, but lust is in your eyes, and now you are the famished one. You glance down at his fat cock hanging just inches above your wet hole. Beautiful. You feel it instantly. That sharp bee sting deep in your pussy that tells you that you need to be fucked. Fucked hard. Fucked hard right the fuck now. "Get on your back" you command, in a voice that lets him know that you're not fucking around, either. Titus loves it when you take charge. "Eh, eh, eh...What's the magic word"? "Now"! Well, he wasn't going to argue with that, and he completed his mission without further complaint. You were on him before his shoulders hit the mattress, straddling his waist, grabbing his swollen member and rubbing the thick mushroom-head against your slick entrance. Satisfied that he was sufficiently lubed by your own juices, you got to your feet, took a deep breath, and began your descent. The only difficult part in giving Titus entry was always the bulbous head of his cock. Once that entered your pussy, everything else was easy. But damn. "Fuck" you murmured to yourself as you pushed yourself downward. Titus placed his hands on your knees, and looked intently at your face. He didn't like this part because he knew it caused you discomfort, but he also knew a trick to help things along. Titus brought his hands up to your breasts and began tweaking your nipples. Your leg began to shake, and he broke through. The hard part was over, so you lowered yourself the rest of the way until he was fully sheathed inside your warmth. The sensation sent waves of pleasure throughout you and your hips jerked up a couple of times. Your body was wide awake now, and began to move fluidly, and seemingly on its own accord. Hips starting a delicate dance of back and forth, hands grabbing at his chest, breath shallow and quick. You began with slow, methodical strokes up and down while closely watching his beautiful face for responses to your ministrations. "Fuck baby, you feel so good" he mumbles, his beautiful expressive face lets you know he isn't lying. You smile, more to yourself than him as his eyes are closed, and you begin to pick up speed. Eyebrows flutter up at the change in pace, so you increase your uptake and drop, which contorts his face into another direction. His quick but heavy breathing tell you that it won't be long. You drop your upper body onto his so you're chest-to-chest, your mouth within millimeters of his ear. "Feel good baby"? You whisper, followed by a long swipe of your tongue tracing his ear, ending in a teasing suck of his lobe. "Fuck yes"! He gives back a loving slap on your ass. "I love your fucking cock"! You say with a growl as you push yourself upright and increase your speed, slamming yourself down onto his cock, becoming hyper-aware of the sound your bodies make as they connect. "Fuck....I love how you fuck me" he groans, and in that moment you know he is holding himself back. But you don't want him to. He is turning a deep shade of magenta, blood vessels in his neck are enlarged, and his breathing is erratic. He is ready. His body covered in sweat now, you place your hands flat on his slick chest and give him one more command. "Cum for me Titus"! In an instant, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body tight to him. You raise your lower body, but not much, and he begins to pound into you mercilessly, his cock reaching places deep in your body you had no idea existed. His giant hand reaches up to grab a fist full of your hair and he brings you close so the two of you nose-to-nose. "I want to cum inside" he begs. "Give it to me" your reply comes in jagged bursts as he continues his brutal pace. Both of you soaked in sweat, you grab his head and give him quick flicks of your tongue at the base of his jaw before engulfing his flesh. He reaches for your little mounds and squeezes them before using his trick to send you tumbling over the edge. Your cunt immediately cliches his cock into a vice grip of ecstasy, and he joyfully follows you over that cliff, jointly committing the most beautiful form of suicide. You stay positioned on his chest and locked in his arms for some while, not wanting nor willing to move from your personal haven. As your breathing and heart rates begin to return to normal, he pulls out of you, and the two of you roll in unison so he has you pinned beneath him once more. Titus cups your head in his hands, as he did before, and swipes the wild wisps of soaked hair from your face with his thumbs. "I love you" he reiterates. You smile at his touch, look up to your beloved, and reach up to bring him in for a kiss. But he pulls away. A solitary tear falls from his eye. "I need to tell you something".

#FFXV #kingsglaive #nyx ulric #titus drautos #luche lazarus

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