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sanospet · 5 months ago

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✩ GAME OVER ✩

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘎𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘙!𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘒𝘐 𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : collecting the nectar, you pressed them to his lips with a smile, following the actions he often displayed to you, tomura letting you set your digits on his tongue with a playful roll of the eyes, lapping at the liquid as you pulled them out with a sweet pop, "you're having too much fun," hitched breath cutting his words short as your fingers clasped around his length, pumping, a breathy moan all that he could manage. "you look so pretty like this, can you really blame me ?" whispering, tomura's skin burning as your lips grazed his ear, his mind whirring as the 'game over' screen's music echoed off of the walls. eyes squeezed shut, face contorting in bliss, a thin layer of sweat offering subtle highlights to his skin as you worked him, your thumb circling his tip, giving gentle squeezes.

warnings and notes!

18+ . mdni . smut . pwp . quirkless au . gamer tomura x gamer reader . oral (amab & afab receiving) . handjob . deep throating . edging . cum denial . fingering (afab receiving) . tomura lets the reader dom him a little . casual sex . they’re playing ff15 (heavily mentioned throughout but you don’t need to really know the game to read this imo) . whiny/pouty reader . usage of nicknames (“kid” , “baby”, “love”) . teasing & lots of giggles . sweet filth . reader is afab . reader’s gender is mentioned . reader’s pronouns aren’t mentioned . reader’s sex is mentioned . proofread though there may still be some spelling mistakes, enjoy!

authors note!

i haven’t posted anything in months but i’ve been writing, lol. coming up with a lot of different concepts as well as sparsely working on the next chapter of “veiled blossoms”, it’s just kinda heavy so it’s hard to write, haha. i feel slightly rusty and as if this isn’t my best work but i hope it’s good enough, i’m treating it as a warm-up (?) of sorts, as i get back into my flow. a lot has been going on and a lot has happened in my life in the past few months, life-changing things and i’m just trying to navigate it all as well as tap into my creativity more frequently and freely again. thank you so much for reading, i deeply appreciate it and i hope you enjoy this quick read! <3

- linus

the dull buzz of the game console echoed off of the white walls of tomura's bedroom, the paint tinted with a soft blue hue alongside the posters which adorned them, due to the television. the soft knocks of the knobs on the controller among the gentle, yet frustrated, grunts that slipped past tomura's lips offering a comforting ambiance, something you'd grown quite used to.

a subtle scowl, of which you were sure he was unaware, sewing his features together as noctis' movements slowed down on the screen for the nth time, tomura shifting to zap him to the nearest warp point, prompto falling in the meantime, leaving the low hp duo of gladiolus and ignis amidst the chaos of battle. your gaze shifting between the screen, tomura, and the urgency of his thumbs as countless coeurl's shredded through his team, depleting their health further as tomura frantically distributed health potions to evade death.

rigid posture cushioned by an array of pillows, tomura's gaze remained fixed on the screen before him, eyes darting from the gameplay to the wavering health status of each member, concentrating deeply, a slight furrow in his brow. he sat upright, alert, on edge almost, in contrast to your laying form beside him, attempting to watch his gameplay earnestly, yet failing to do so.

with his over-washed, slightly faded band-tee riding up his torso, almost matching the one you'd currently adorned, having stolen it out of his closet earlier that day. the shoulder seams hanging slightly lower on your arms than they ever did his, the faint musky scent embedded within the threading, mixing with the wafting vanilla candle you had lit not too long ago, offering a sweet sense of solace. with the thin trail of hair peaking beneath his shirt, exposed by the sliver of skin that was on display, crawling beneath the hem of his underwear, you'd found it increasingly difficult to keep your eyes straight before you.

you loved watching tomura game, just as much as he loved watching you. sessions filled with giggles and exasperated sighs, pushing the controllers into each others hands once things got too frustrating, celebrating your joint wins with high-fives and gentle kisses. yet, your offer to take over had been declined this time around, tomura refusing to let his pride wane in the face of his third "game over" screen, a controlled sigh leaving his lips as he entered the bounty's vicinity once more, teeth gritted.

niveous tendrils framing his soft features, shaggy hair resting on the tense, slightly raised, muscles of his shoulders. tomura's skin was slightly illuminated amidst the dark surroundings, ruby gaze darting across the screen in focus. his grip on the controller tightening as he moved with fervour, jaw clenching. your sight trailing over his disgruntled form, a small smile playing on your lips at the display.

tomura had the unyielding tendency to get riled up whilst gaming, often vocal in his distresses and victories, his concentrated glare on the screen something you'd grown quite fond of, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, immersed.

fingers lifting, moving to tuck loose tendrils behind his ear, earning a soft smile from the other, his muscles seeming to ease up slightly at the subtle action. touch shifting toward his exposed skin, drawing shapes on the flesh of his abdomen as your lips met his neck, tomura's head cocking to the side, offering more access, a shaky breath leaving his lips. "you're distracting me, kid," voice laced with gravel, your lips grazed his ear and he could feel your smirk against him "would you like me to stop ?" words whispered, a kitten lick, the tip of your tongue gently dragging up the edge of his ear, goosebumps rising in response to your touch, breath offering warmth to his skin, "i never said that," through a controlled exhale, "just continue on for me, then, love," setting a gentle kiss to his cheek.

fingers inching beneath the fabric of his joggers, resting upon the cloth of his boxers, you began to palm his most sensitive part, lips moving against the rough skin of his neck delicately, offering pecks and soft suction, marking him, a sharp gasp leaving tomura's chest. motions slow, grating, softly chuckling as he spoke, "you know i hate teasing, baby," a small scoff, brows knitting, "you tease me all the time," you pushed, "that's different," shrugging, tone relaxed, "is not!" you retorted, "and you never let up, no matter how much i beg," lips curling in response to your pout saturated words, his gaze remaining locked onto the screen, "i don't beg, kid," a gentle shake of his head as he spoke.

your fingers moving to slip from beneath his clothing, his hand leaving the controller, flying to catch your wrist, slowly turning meeting your gaze. with a taunting a quirk in your brow, smirk sewing your features, you sat in wait, teeth chewing the inside of his cheek as he took a beat, sighing in defeat, "please, baby," the words dripping with plead, guiding your grip beneath the layer of his dampened underwear, pre-cum soaking through the thin fabric, the sweetly spoken words sweeping a rosy blush across his cheeks, "anything else ?" you teased, head cocking to the side, a small smile curling his lips at the prod, "thank you," your nose brushing past his with a small smile, setting a kiss to his lips as his gaze returned to the screen, unpausing, "you're lucky i'm nicer than you are," a chuckle leaving his lips, "aren't i just."

shifting his hips as you pulled down the constricting pieces of fabric, a sharp hiss slipping past his lips as your fingers grazed the tip of his hardened cock gently. collecting the nectar, you pressed them to his lips with a smile, following the actions he often displayed to you, tomura letting you set your digits on his tongue with a playful roll of the eyes, lapping at the liquid as you pulled them out with a sweet pop, "you're having too much fun," hitched breath cutting his words short as your fingers clasped around his length, pumping, a breathy moan all that he could manage. "you look so pretty like this, can you really blame me ?" whispering, tomura's skin burning as your lips grazed his ear, his mind whirring as the 'game over' screen's music echoed off of the walls. eyes squeezed shut, face contorting in bliss, a thin layer of sweat offering subtle highlights to his skin as you worked him, your thumb circling his tip, giving gentle squeezes.

"fuck, you made me die..." through a laugh, it soon morphing into a chesty groan, a lazy, open-mouthed smile on his lips, "there's no way i'll be able to beat this when you're-" setting a gentle kiss to his tip with a change in position, licking a ring around it, offering gentle circles around it with a curved tongue before slipping his length into your mouth. pulling out, your gaze locking with his once more, your hand continuing to stroke him, "when i'm what ?" tone innocent with a cocked head in question, legs swaying in his playful kicks behind you.

"god, you're so annoying sometimes," through a choked giggle, earning one in turn from you as you set sweet pecks on his length, tomura's alertness dwindling. his gaze failing to stay on the screen for longer than a second, entranced by your performance, dusty rose setting deeply in his cheeks as your eyes fluttered shut, a loose smile hung on your features as your lips worked him, setting gentle kisses and kitten licks to his cock, soft moans slipping past your lips, offering subtle vibrations to his length as you took him into your mouth.

his core tightening at the sight of you seemingly worshipping his cock, goosebumps trailing his skin as your head bobbed, suppressed groans escaping his lips as your throat relaxed, nose kissing his pelvis in chase of his melodic sounds. the muscle contracting around his length as you choked, fingernails digging into your palms as you held yourself in position, a flurry of moans soon escaping his lips in tow. head thrown back, hips staggering, bucking reflexively as his back arched off of the slew of pillows in which it rested upon.

pulling back, a thin string of saliva, the only connection between the two of you before your hands moved to work him once more, gaze lifting to meet the screen behind you before shifting to him. lust swimming within the fire in his eyes, hot embers offering licks under his hooded gaze, piercing your skin with desire. tousled shaggy hair sticking to his skin, lips parted, pants falling from them with each breath he took. the pit of your stomach contorting at the sight, a small whimper threatening to leave your throat under the harsh gaze, tomura's trance like state snapping under your hooked forefinger, directing his attention back to the screen before him, "noctis is dying," a small gasp as his thumbs moved once more, "fuck-" through a chuckle as he gave him another elixir, "too distracting ?" you questioned, words laced thickly with tease, as you set a soft kiss to his tip once more, earning a small smirk from the man, "not at all," sarcasm drenching the reply.

a giggle leaving your lips at the snide remark, your hand shifting his own, threading his fingers through your locks, guiding your mouth onto him once more. tomura's free hand shifting to pause the movement on the screen, hips bucking as your throat relaxed around him, a whisper of a whimper falling from his chest as his hips rolled, head dropping back against the pillows once more as he used you. movements slow, inching deeper and deeper down your throat before pulling just up to his tip, pushing your head down once more with fervour, repeating the movements over, growing desperate as he continued. sweet, chesty groans falling from his lips, choked and growing in volume as the coil in his stomach tightened, your face deepening in rose as oxygen evaded you, fists tight, eyes squeezed shut as he decorated your throat with pearl.

with matching pants, your gaze met once more, the sight of his breathy and fucked out form erupting butterflies within your stomach, tomura thumbing your bottom lip in wait, the pond of his seed within your mouth inciting a smile from the man, needing nothing but for your eyes to meet once more to recognise his desires, soon displaying your tongue after a swallow. tomura's hand remained tangled within your hair, pulling you closer as your lips interlocked, tasting remnants of himself on your tongue as your lips moved.

pulling away, lazy gaze raking over your features, your eyes filled with yearning, breaths intermingling as he smoothed a hand over your messy hair, "such a sweet girl," the soft words whispered, filled with praise as he tucked unruly strands behind your ear, rose dusting your cheeks, heart swelling as he spoke. shifting to lay you down against the pillows, "you wouldn't mind taking over for me, would you, baby ?" pushing the controller to your chest with a smirk, situating himself between your legs.

"you don't actually expect me to beat it, do you ?" brows knitting as the paused screen met you, "what, you don't think you can ?" teasing, setting a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, "t-that's unfair," you pushed, a ghost of a pout, "what was it you said earlier about you being kinder than i am ?" chuckling, "but listen, i'll be nicer this time, yeah ? a reward is in store," the words convincing, "well, can i at least know what i'm working toward ?" eyes round, pleading as his fingers drew shapes on your skin, "cumming."

a sharp intake of breath, "you wouldn't..." brows knitting as your bottom lip jut out just so, "and why wouldn't i ?" a smirk curling his lips, teasing, "i hate edging and you know that..." your whines met with a shrug of his shoulders, "and i hate being teased, but here we are, love," a soft laugh, tomura setting encouraging pats to your outer thigh, "you oughta be more confident, kid," your silence erupting another giggle from the man, "what, you gonna call me mean ?" head cocking, teasing, faux pout decorating his lips, "no need to say it if you already know it," murmured words earning another laugh, "stop pouting and play the game, kid."

tomura's fingers inched beneath your shirt at the click of the unpause button, soon resting atop your bare chest. kneading the mound, squeezing harshly, earning a wince as he tugged at your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. his lips planting kisses between your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving blossoming marks that matched his own.

tomura's stomach tightened, throat forming a lump at the sight of your underwear, the only bottoms you adorned beneath his oversized band tee. the dark patch of fabric clinging to your skin, outlining your folds with precision, the soaked cloth practically peeling away as he removed them. throwing your legs over his shoulders, hooded gaze flicking over to your frazzled form, shoulders tense as his nose dragged over your bundle of nerves ever so slowly, causing you to jerk slightly, swallowing a moan through a clenched jaw. "relax, baby," setting soothing strokes to your thigh, "and let me hear you."

pushing gentle kisses to your heat, curled tongue offering circular strokes, lips wrapping around your nub, adding the slightest bit of suction before pulling away with a wet pop. diving back in with laps, nose dragging your essence up and through your folds, his arms wrapping around your thighs, holding your shifty form in place as your thumbs moved against the controller, attempting to heal your team despite having only half the brain to pay attention.

tomura's head dipping lower, your gaze unable to stay on the screen as he made out with your most sensitive part, his eyes shut in bliss as he tongued your entrance, soft mewls escaping you at the act, the coil in your stomach tightening at the sight, tomura swiftly retracting at the dull hum of the 'game over' screen, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips at the act, head thrown back in defeat, earning a laugh from the man.

"fuck," through an exasperated breath, drawled out with a whine, earning a soft laugh from the man, "try again, love," your fingers shifting as you entered the bounty's vicinity once more, a ghost of a frown haunting your features. tomura's movements continued, earning somewhat of a cry as he slipped a finger in, your frazzled mind attempting to win as you haphazardly switched weapons, healing team members as best as you could, the coeurl's seemingly appearing in endless streams.

doubling the dosage, his fingers curled, hitting that spongey part that only he could ever reach, a sharp intake of breath was all you could muster as his thumb continued to stroke that sweet bundle of nerves, tomura peppering kisses along your thighs. a soft laugh leaving his lips as your hips began to roll, meeting his stride as moans sat heavy on your tongue, his mouth meeting your heat once more, the pace of his fingers quickening as he pumped you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls squeezed around tomura's fingers and soon, nothing at all, eyes flying open with a frustrated whine.

"rules are rules, kid," offering soothing strokes to your stomach, a wicked glint in his eye, shrugging, "but it's just...it's hard when you're-" a smirk, "when i'm what ?" pitch high, tone mocking as his hands were on you again, resuming his prior movements, earning an eye roll and a disgruntled sigh, tomura laughing at that.

thumbs moving swiftly against the controller, you were down to one coeurl and fresh out of both potions and elixirs, heartbeat rising as noctis, the only moving member on your team, performed his warp attack, his health depleting rapidly. tomura's gaze shifting to the screen for but a moment, a soft smile on his face, "you're so close, kid, c'mon," he pushed, lips on you once more as you finished the last one off through gritted teeth, the controller soon hitting the bed with a bounce as you dropped it.

tomura allowing your fingers to thread through his locks as your hips rolled against his tongue with a fiery need, his fingers pumping you at an unforgiving pace. the coil in your stomach tightening for what seemed like the hundredth time, soon coming undone in waves, goosebumps rising on your skin as your body shook, a flurry of moans leaving your lips as tomura worked you through your high.

chest rising and falling, tomura hovered over you once more setting a soft kiss to your lips, "that's a good girl," lips grazing yours, "i think a bigger reward is in order, don't you ?" his hardened cock dragging between your folds, gaze hooded as he spoke, your eyes rounding with plead, "please..."

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surgeoftheshadows · 2 years ago

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My mom is going back through this game and, I may have seen these two, and know I have fallen into a hole of absolute adorableness I may never get out of. So, Yeah that's how my life is going.

Also, I just imagine Noctis and Gladious fighting over something while these two make out behind their backs!

😻😻😻

Promnis Week 2023: Day 6: Feather

This ship can be so soft for the soul

#Final fantasy 15 #FF15 #Noctis #Gladious #Ignis #Prompto #Ignis x Prompto #Prompto x Ignis #Prompnis #Going back through games.

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eclipixels · 2 months ago

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I love seeing more ffxv content on my tl. I was wondering if you’d ever write for noctis x reader getting nasty in the regalia and trying to stay quiet so the other guys don’t hear. Maybe voyeurism

Quiet Down

Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader

Content: Noctis trying to keep you quiet.

Wanings:🍋

[1,561 words]

Regalia hums under you, miles of open highway stretching out into dusky green hills. The sun is soft, the windows down. In the backseat, Prompto hums along to the radio while Ignis quietly scrolls through maps, one leg crossed over the other.

Noctis is driving. One hand on the wheel. The other… isn’t.

You’re in the passenger seat, trying to look relaxed like nothing out of the ordinary is happening.

Like the crown prince of Lucis doesn’t have his fingers between your legs right now, hidden beneath your dress. You breathe slowly, eyes fixed on the horizon.

He doesn’t even look at you, his profile calm, hair ruffling slightly in the breeze. His lips twitch, just barely.

His fingers move with maddening precision, rubbing lazy circles over your clit, just light enough to make your thighs twitch. You shift slightly, pressing down into his hand, needing more. He hums in amusement.

He gives you one slow stroke between your folds, then slides a single finger inside you. You tense, heart pounding, breath caught.

Ignis leans forward between the seats suddenly. You freeze.

“Noct,” he says, voice steady. “Turn left up ahead. The road forks into a dirt trail that leads to a campsite.”

“Cool,” Noctis replies easily, giving a small nod. He doesn’t stop touching you. Doesn’t even slow down.

You’re dying. Prompto chirps from the back, completely unaware, “Man, I could totally go for Cup Noodles tonight.”

You almost laugh, but it comes out more like a strangled gasp. Noctis curls his finger just right, and you grip the edge of your seat so hard your knuckles ache. Sweat beads at your temple. You glance toward the back, Ignis is focused on the map again, Prompto has headphones in, Gladiolus is taking a well deserved nap.

No one knows. You feel his breath near your ear as he leans slightly closer, voice dark with amusement.

“Imagine if they saw what a mess you are right now. Soaking wet, squirming, trying to stay quiet. Such a good girl.”

The praise goes straight to your core. You clench around his fingers involuntarily, and he lets out a sharp exhale. He picks up the pace, subtle and efficient, each stroke measured and cruelly quiet. You’re trembling now, legs tight, breaths shallow. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

Your release hits without warning, rushing over you in a silent wave of heat and muscle. You squeeze your thighs together, trying not to make a sound, biting the inside of your cheek until your vision blurs.

Noctis finally slows. His fingers slide out, soaked. He casually brings his hand to his mouth, licks one knuckle clean. You whip your head toward him, eyes wide.

He shrugs, smirking. “Gotta keep my hands clean while I drive.”

You try to breathe normally. From the backseat, Prompto looks up, cheerful as ever.

“Hey, why’s your face all red?”

You glare forward. “Sunburn.”

Noctis just laughs under his breath and takes the next left.

The car’s engine clicks softly as it cools, the scent of warm metal and dirt drifting through the air. You step out on unsteady legs, stretching like nothing’s wrong. Like Noctis didn’t make you come in the front seat twenty minutes ago with three of his best friends less than three feet away.

You’re still slick between your thighs. You can still feel the ghost of his fingers when you move. And when you glance at him over the roof of the car, he’s smirking, just faintly. That same infuriating, knowing look he gave you when he licked his fingers clean without shame.

“Come on,” Ignis calls out, already unloading the gear. “The sooner we eat, the sooner we can rest.”

Noctis stretches, cracking his neck lazily. “Mm. Yeah. Tired.”

You roll your eyes. He is not tired.

You help Gladiolus set up the tents, trying to stay busy. But every time you bend down, you feel his eyes on you. When you sit around the fire, you catch him across the flames, eyes half-lidded, staring like he’s still got his hand under your hoodie.

He hasn’t touched you since the car.

Prompto’s babbling about something, a new camera filter, but you’re only half-listening. You can’t concentrate when Noctis is sitting next to you, knees brushing yours, close enough to smell the warmth of his hoodie.

Then his fingers brush your hand. Just once. You shoot him a look. His eyes are focused on the fire, face completely blank. He does it again. This time slower, fingers gliding along your palm like a secret. You flush, hard, but before you can snap back, Ignis stands. “I’ll clean the dishes. Don’t stay up too late.”

Prompto yawns. “I’m crashing. Got, like, zero sleep last night.”

Noctis raises a brow. “You snored for seven hours straight.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t restful,” Prom whines, disappearing into the tent. Gladiolus was already knocked out cold. Now it’s just the two of you.

The silence is immediate. The only sounds are the distant crickets and the soft crackle of the fire. You glance at Noctis. He’s already staring.

“You gonna keep teasing me all night?” you murmur, voice low.

His lips twitch. “Thought I was being subtle.”

“You were not.”

He shifts, closer now, arm brushing yours. “You liked it.”

“I liked it when I could actually touch you,” you shoot back, eyes narrowing.

That does it. He leans in, slow and deliberate, his voice like smoke. “Car. Now. Or I swear to the Six, I’ll take you right here.”

Your heart stutters. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You stare at him, eyes narrowing in hard. He didn’t look like he was bluffing. “Fine.”

Regalia creaks slightly as Noctis slides into the back seat with you, the car doors barely clicking shut. It’s past midnight. The fire’s out. The others are asleep in their tents just a few feet away. And yet, here you are, pressed against black leather, Noctis’ hand sliding under your shirt.

“This is a bad idea,” you whisper, breath shaky.

His mouth finds your neck. “Then stop me.”

You don’t. In fact, you grab a fistful of his hoodie and tug him closer, kissing him like you’ve been starving for it. You kind of have. All day he’d been stealing glances at you from the driver’s seat. His hand brushing your thigh during pit stops. That smirk when you caught him checking out your legs while pretending to clean his glaive.

Now, he’s not pretending anything. His palm cups your breast, thumb teasing over your nipple through your bra. You gasp but his hand shoots up to your mouth, muffling it instantly.

“No sound,” he whispers, his voice all gravel and heat. “They’ll hear.”

Your thighs clench at the command in his tone. You nod. He kisses you again slower this time, more deliberate. Like he’s savoring it. His hand dips between your legs, and you’re already wet. embarrassingly so. His smirk is smug against your lips.

“Fuck, baby…” he breathes. “You’re soaked. Is this all from sneaking around?”

“Maybe,” you mutter, already breathless. “You’re hot when you’re bossy.”

He huffs a soft laugh. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

But his fingers slip under your waistband anyway, stroking you in slow, devastating circles. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. Then he’s tugging your pants down just enough, shifting you onto your back across the seat. It’s cramped, awkward, and still the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

He kneels between your legs, head low, breath hot against your thigh.

“You sure about this?” he murmurs.

You thread your fingers through his messy hair and pull. “Get over here, Prince.”

He doesn’t need more convincing. Noctis pushes inside you slow, burying himself inch by inch, stifling his groan against your shoulder. The car creaks faintly again, but it’s drowned out by your sharp inhale and the way your nails dig into his back. He moves slow at first, trying to be careful, trying to stay quiet. But the tighter you squeeze around him, the harder it gets to behave. His lips brush your ear.

“Don’t. Make. A. Sound,” he growls, hips snapping a little harder each time.

You nod frantically, barely able to think, let alone speak. Your legs tremble around his waist as he fucks you slow and deep, hand covering your mouth when a particularly rough thrust makes you keen.

“Gods, you feel so good,” he pants. “I’ve wanted this all day. All week.”

You want to tell him you’ve wanted this since you first saw him asleep in the car, mouth parted, shirt riding up to show a sliver of skin, but you can’t form words. You can only cling to him, biting down on his shoulder as your climax builds like fire under your skin. He feels it, the way you tighten around him. He picks up the pace, rougher now, barely restrained.

You come hard, back arching, head thrown back against the cool leather. He follows a moment later, hips grinding deep, breath caught in his throat as he pulses inside you.

When it’s over, he collapses onto your chest, both of you heaving, slick with sweat and sin.

Silence.

Then—

“Next time,” Ignis’s muffled voice calls from outside the tent, “at least try to cast a silence spell.”

You freeze. Noctis chokes on a laugh. “Worth it.”

#noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #noctis caelum #noctis lucis caelum x reader #prince noctis #noctis x you #noctis lucis caelum x you

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reflectionsofacreator · 5 months ago

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[takes a long drink from my Arizona iced tea] so like one of the central themes for FFXV is like, growing up, sure. You know that, I know that, whatever. Coming of age, coming into your own, taking the mantle of king, whatever you wanna call it. Cool, awesome, we love a good coming of age story!

But I find the sub theme of that one to be probably the most fascinating? By and large, all the chocobros have to deal with the fallout of being lied to by the adult figures in their lives, and it's the most prevalent with Noctis and Gladio. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of it in Ignis and Prompto too, but the particularly insidious way that Noctis and especially Gladio were lied to sometimes gets me.

See I don't even really think it was actually all that intentional. Not really a conscious act by Regis and Clarus, or the society around them? More like... I dunno, the lies that you get told by your parents as a little kid and you grow up to realize that the world is a lot different than you thought.

That being said, Noctis was absolutely lied to by his father; both about the nature of the King of Light and the idea that he'd succeed Regis as reigning monarch. Regis did it out of love, knowing that Noctis would die young, and reasoned that Noctis should get to have a relatively normal life, but it was still a lie. Gladio, likewise, was lied to by his father and Regis, told that he would be the next monarch's Shield, that he would fulfill a role that's got a pretty set expectation in their society.

See, Gladio expects Noctis to act a certain way, to act as King, and he gets increasingly frustrated when Noctis doesn't, or can't live up to that. He's not precisely wrong to expect it either, given their roles and their statues, and knowing that they're taking the throne during a full blown war. The problem is that Noctis was never taught how to be the thing that Gladio was told Noctis was going to be? And that's what causes friction with them all the time. It's fascinating, watching it play out and realizing the underlying issues with their relationships actually have very little to do with them as people and instead because of what they were told to expect from each other.

Gladio is also his own kettle of fish that I don't think the narrative is quite self aware enough to articulate properly, or even get into. Gladio falls into the trap of toxic masculinity very often -- struggling to articulate his feelings, expressing most of his feelings as anger, picking fights rather than talking about what's going on, using his strength as both a character aspect and bonus, etc. The list goes on. There's also the fact that he's sort of portrayed as a bit of a womanizer and the masculine ideal; tall, rugged, strong, etc which plays into all of that. XV plays him very straight (and straight) with these concepts, and just sort of ... expects it to be fine? Which is at odds with how the other three bros interact and are more emotionally available towards each other, leaving Gladio as one of the weaker bros in canon.

It kind of sucks too, because like, there's so much to unpack with him? His DLC is about wanting to have the strength to protect Noctis on the surface, but really when you look at it... you could also argue that the DLC is about Gladio's fears that he'll end up as dead as his dad did (ha, try that for alliteration) and the crushing weight of failure. Gladio has every right to fear his mortality, fear the fact that he is, nominally, the first in line on the battlefield and the the last defense for Noctis. If Noctis is to die, they will go through him first, and that's! Scary! But the game doesn't really get into that, hardly at all, and it makes picking up the pieces for Gladio kind of frustrating. Out of all the bros, he's the one I have to dig the most to find any kind of depth despite being prime real estate for it.

Anyways Gladio and Noctis' dynamic is fascinating if you actually start to unpack it, especially because it's built on the lies that their fathers fed them as children (that they themselves also bought into). I'd go so far to argue that between the two pairs, Noct/Gladio is in much more of a dire need to sit down and actually hash out what they are to each other, outside of their king/shield dynamic. Noct/Iggy certainly has shades of that, but Ignis has decided that they are friends and that he will defy fate if he must, let the world burn if he must, to save Noct's life. That has some depth beyond king/retainer that they're presented as. Noct/Gladio are sort of just... falling into the king/shield dynamic because they're expected to, and it sort of hampers their relationship and their communication.

I'm gonna scramble them both like eggs, probably into an omelette. They make me Think you know

#creator's xv meta #creator plays xv #final fantasy xv #noctis lucis caelum #gladiolus amicitia

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meteortrails · 7 months ago

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there really was a lost opportunity with episode gladio bc like. his fucked up, resentful, overly devoted relationship with Noctis comes through at certain moments, but it is not nearly the overt subject that it is in episodes prompto and ignis??? like you play episode prompto and you go oh wow! his entire sense of self has been turned on its head, and all he can think about is what Noctis and the boys will think about him if they find out. episode ignis is basically nothing but ignis thinking about noct and grief. and as you play them you get this fascinating look into everything they’ve been keeping in a death grip deep inside themselves for noct’s sake, and it really drives home how all encompassing their relationship with Noctis is. and then episode gladio is half just cor talking about himself, and a quarter gladio obliquely coming to terms with the fact that his dad is dead and he’s not sure that he’d be proud of the person he’s deciding to be, and meanwhile Noctis is a constant looming specter of who this is ostensibly all for that they basically refuse to mention. this is probably bc episode gladio came out first but like. still.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #like ‘a shield sacrifices his life for no one but his king not even himself’ should’ve have more of a hold on the vibe yknow?#this isn’t even my shipping goggles it’s just like. such a fundamental piece of gladios character to be explored so little #gladiolus amicitia #gladnoct

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 1 year ago

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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.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #gladiolus amicitia #gladiolus x reader #gladiolus amicitia x reader #ignis scientia #ignis scientia x reader #ignis x reader #prompto argentum #prompto x reader #prompto argentum x reader #noctis lucis caelum #noctis x reader #noctis caelum x reader

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cup1d-ends-here · 2 months ago

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Heat Between the Lines | Gladio x Reader Smut

Summary: You and Gladio have been going back and forth for weeks. The heat gets to you both and you have to sort it out.

Warnings: smut, swearing, jealousy

Word Count: 7.3k

The Regalia was silent, save for the low thrum of the engine and the breeze running through your hair.

You sat in the back, wedged between Prompto, who’d thankfully passed out with his head against the door, and Gladio, whose thigh had been pressed against yours for the last two hours.

Two hours.

Two hours of stolen glances, that stupid smirk he gave you when you caught him looking, and the slow burn crawling up your spine every time your knees bumped on a sharp turn.

You swore the man was doing it on purpose.

"Hot there?" Gladio’s voice was low, teasing.

You didn’t look at him. "It’s summer. Of course it’s hot."

He chuckled. "Didn’t mean the weather."

You definitely didn’t look at him then.

"Maybe if you didn't man-spread I'd have more room to air out," You scoffed at him and Gladio chuckled deeply.

"Sorry, babe, it's not my fault I have big ba-"

Ignis cleared his throat from the front seat. "We’ll be arriving soon. Best prepare for nightfall. We’ll need to make camp before we get too close to the nest."

“Great,” Noct muttered, eyes still half-lidded behind his shades. “I could sleep for a week.”

“I could eat for a week,” Prompto said, somehow awake again. “Please tell me we have Cup Noodles.”

You blinked at the window, trying to will your pulse to slow. Almost there. Then you could breathe again. Maybe.

Or maybe not.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The fire crackled, throwing long, golden shadows across the edge of the clearing. The tents were pitched, bellies full, the rest of the guys already turning in.

You sat outside a while longer, poking at the fire with a stick, lost in thought — until you heard his footsteps behind you.

"You always this quiet after a hunt?"

You glanced up. Gladio stood just behind you, firelight licking up his skin like it wanted to taste him too. He was shirtless, of course he was. A towel slung over one shoulder from the nearby stream.

“I’m tired,” you lied.

He stepped around the fire, crouching next to you. "Bullshit."

Your eyes met, and that was the worst mistake yet. His gaze was heavy, searching, like he knew.

"You keep looking at me like you want something,” he said, voice low, rough. “But then you keep pulling away."

You swallowed. “You’re imagining things.”

"Am I?"

His hand found your knee. You didn’t stop him.

"I don’t do casual," you whispered, voice breaking before you could stop it.

"And I don’t start something I can’t finish," he said.

Silence stretched, and then—

"Then why haven’t you started?" you said.

That was all it took.

Gladio leaned in, one hand braced in the dirt beside your thigh, the other coming up to brush your cheek. You thought he might kiss you, finally, but instead he whispered against your skin:

"You’re the one holding the match. Just say the word."

Gladio’s breath lingered against your skin. Your heart pounded, hands twitching with the urge to grab his face and just do something about it already.

You parted your lips.

"Gladio, I—"

“Dinner is ready,” came Ignis’ calm, precise voice from behind you — far too close for comfort.

You jumped like you’d been caught doing something illegal.

Gladio, to his credit, didn’t even flinch. He sighed, low and long, like it physically hurt to be interrupted. “Timing’s a goddamn art form with you, Specs.”

Ignis raised a single brow. “Forgive me for fulfilling my role as camp cook. We can’t all make a meal out of tension and unfinished sentences.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Great. Now everyone knew.

As Gladio stood, stretching to his full height, Ignis added casually, “Also—slight tenting issue.”

You blinked. “Tenting issue?”

Ignis adjusted his glasses. “There was a pole missing from the extra tent. Noctis insisted it’d be fine sharing with you two. So. You’ll be bunking with him tonight.”

You stared.

“Sharing. A tent.”

“With Noctis.”

“Correct.”

Gladio ran a hand through his hair, clearly holding back a groan. “Hope His Highness doesn’t mind a little heat.”

You elbowed him. Hard.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The smell of Ignis’s stew filled the camp like a promise. Savory, rich, and comforting. It pulled everyone in, even the ones who barely had energy to sit up straight.

You took a seat across from Prompto, who was already halfway through his first bowl and making dramatic sounds of delight.

“No offence to every diner in Lucis,” he said, mouth full, “but Specs could make Cup Noodles taste gourmet.”

Ignis didn’t look up from his bowl. “I have.”

Gladio sat beside you again, of course. His arm brushed yours as he leaned forward to grab the ladle, then stayed just close enough to make your nerves fray like overused thread.

You didn’t move away. Neither did he.

Noctis sat nearby, poking lazily at his stew. “We making a plan for the daemon nest tomorrow?”

“After dessert,” Prompto said, lifting his bowl dramatically. “This deserves my full focus.”

You tried to focus too — on anything but the heat of Gladio’s thigh next to yours, or the way your knee kept bumping his under the table. That little moment earlier at the fire still lingered in your blood, sticky and unresolved.

Gladio ate slow, quiet for once. You caught him glancing at you over the rim of his bowl more than once. Like he wanted to say something.

Prompto noticed, of course.

“So…” Prompto said with a sly smile, gaze bouncing between the two of you. “Anyone else feel like the temperature around here jumped a bit since sundown?”

You stiffened.

Ignis didn’t miss a beat. “Campfires tend to generate heat. Shocking, I know.”

Prompto grinned. “Sure, sure. Couldn’t possibly be tension or anything.”

Noctis raised an eyebrow, finally engaged. “Tension?”

You tried to drink from your cup and nearly choked.

Gladio, unbothered, leaned back with a smirk and threw his arm along the back of your chair. “Prompto’s got a wild imagination. Doesn’t know the difference between weather and body heat.”

You gave him a sharp look. He just smirked deeper.

Ignis cleared his throat. “Regardless, finish eating. We’ll be waking early — and you three will be sharing the main tent.”

“I could sleep under the stars,” you offered quickly. Too quickly.

“No,” Gladio said at the exact same time as Ignis.

The silence that followed was thick.

Prompto snorted into his stew.

“You okay sharing, Noct?” you asked, trying to play it cool.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “Just try not to kill each other in your sleep.”

“Or worse,” Prompto whispered, just loud enough for you to hear.

Gladio’s hand settled on your lower back as he stood to clear his bowl. You flinched — not from the touch, but from how much you didn’t want to move away from it.

He leaned down as he passed behind you and murmured near your ear, “still your move, sweetheart.”

You sat frozen, cheeks burning hotter than the stew.

And of course, Prompto noticed that too.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

After dinner, the sky deepened into a thick navy hue, and the stars blinked into view overhead. The fire crackled low now, reduced to embers. The others had already retreated to their tents, Ignis to his pristine setup, Prompto curled up with a blanket half off his face in the Chocobo-stamped tent nearby.

You stood awkwardly just outside the large tent you were sharing. The flap was open. Inside, a sleeping bag on each side, and one in the middle.

Of course.

Noctis was already sprawled across his, half-changed into a ratty old t-shirt and sweats, blinking up at the roof like he was trying to disappear. “I call left side,” he mumbled.

“That’s not how shared spaces work,” you said, stepping in. He didn’t move. Gladio ducked in behind you, ducking slightly to fit through the flap — shirt already off, because of course it was. You tried not to stare. Failed. Looked down.

“Middle’s mine,” he said simply, tossing his jacket off into the corner and kicking off his boots.

Your jaw dropped. “Why the middle?”

“Because Noct’s dead weight and you toss like a storm at sea. I’ll survive between you.”

You tossed a pillow at him. “You just want to crowd both of us.”

He caught it easily and threw it onto his bag. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Noctis rolled over and muttered into his pillow, “Can you two flirt more quietly? Some of us are trying to pretend we’re already asleep.”

You flushed. “We’re not flirting.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow at you — and said absolutely nothing. The silence was louder than words.

You knelt to unzip your bag and changed into your sleep shirt under your blanket, trying to move fast and not make a scene of it. Your limbs felt too warm. Too aware. Gladio’s presence radiated like a hearth behind you.

By the time you slipped into your bag, he was already lying down, arms folded behind his head, gaze fixed on the canvas ceiling.

You were so close.

Close enough to feel the heat of his skin through the sleeping bags.

Close enough that one small shift in your sleep would have your hand landing across his chest.

He let out a slow breath, voice low enough that only you could hear:

“You always this jumpy when someone lies next to you?”

Your throat went dry. “Only when they look like you.”

His head turned toward you, slow.

And there it was again — that look. Molten, deliberate, full of something that felt dangerous to touch. You held it. You shouldn’t have.

But you did.

Noctis coughed pointedly. “Still here, you know.”

You broke the stare, curling in on your side. “Goodnight, Your Highness.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled.

You closed your eyes. You didn’t sleep.

Not really.

Not with Gladio’s breath so steady beside you, not with the phantom feeling of his hand almost brushing yours between your bags, not with the fire in your chest that refused to die out.

Not with the memory of his words: Still your move, sweetheart.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

You weren’t sure what woke you.

The wind had died down, the air inside the tent still and warm. Noctis snored softly a few feet away, wrapped like a burrito in his sleeping bag. The camp was quiet — but your heart wasn’t. It hadn’t slowed down once since you lay down beside Gladio.

You’d rolled onto your back sometime in the night, the thin barrier of your sleeping bag twisted low around your hips. The material clung to your skin, warm and uncomfortable. You turned your head slightly—and caught Gladio already looking at you.

He hadn’t slept either.

His eyes were half-lidded, gold in the moonlight bleeding through the canvas, sharp even in the dark. You could barely breathe.

“You’re awake,” you whispered.

“So are you,” he murmured, voice low and rough like gravel underfoot. “Didn’t think you were gonna sleep with all that tension between us.”

You tried to laugh it off, but it came out as a shaky exhale. “This is a really bad idea.”

“I know.”

His hand slid across the space between your bags — slow, deliberate — and settled on your hip. You sucked in a breath, the heat of it lighting a fuse straight through you.

“You gonna stop me?” he asked, voice just above a breath, his palm dragging slowly up your waist.

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t want to.

Instead, you shifted toward him, the sound of fabric whispering under your movement. His hand flattened against your side, drawing you close until your noses nearly brushed.

“Gladio,” you breathed.

“I’ve been patient,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “but you’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

“I noticed,” you said, and your hand found his chest — solid, warm, steady under your palm.

“Then do something about it.”

And gods help you, you did.

You leaned in, finally, letting your lips find his in the dark. It was slow at first — a testing kind of kiss — but he didn’t stay soft for long. He gripped your waist and pulled you in hard against him, kissing you like he’d waited years. Like it would never be enough.

Your hands tangled in his hair, in the sheets, in anything that could anchor you to reality. Every sound had to be bitten back, every breath stolen through the kiss. His mouth moved to your jaw, then your neck, each brush of his lips stoking the fire higher.

“Still think this is a bad idea?” he murmured against your throat.

“Absolutely,” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Then we better make it worth it.”

He rolled on top of you, slow and careful to avoid waking Noct — but that hardly softened the weight of him pressing you down, the feeling of skin and heat and tension finally breaking loose. Your legs wrapped around his thick waist, breath hitching as your hips met his—

“—Hey.”

You both froze.

Noctis groaned groggily from the other side of the tent. “If you’re gonna do that, leave the tent. Some of us are trying to sleep.”

You slapped a hand over your face.

Gladio just laughed, low and unrepentant. “Guess that’s my cue to take you outside.”

“You’re not taking me outside!”

Gladio grinned like the bastard he was — and didn’t hesitate. His thick arms wrapped around your back and beneath your knees before you could stop him, the motion so fast and smooth you let out a surprised yelp as he stood up, hauling you right off your sleeping bag like you weighed nothing.

“Put me down, you fucker!” you hissed, trying to squirm out of his grip as he shoved open the tent flap with one arm.

“Language, sweetheart,” he said, barely keeping his voice down. “There’s royalty present.”

“You are so dead—”

“Mmhm.”

You thumped your fist against his shoulder as he carried you past the campfire, now reduced to soft embers. The cold air bit at your skin, but he was warm and solid and infuriatingly smug beneath your hands. You weren’t exactly struggling hard.

“You’re gonna wake Ignis,” you snapped.

“Too late for that. I’m pretty sure Noctis already did.”

“You’re gonna wake Prompto.”

Gladio barked out a laugh. “Pretty sure he’s rooting for us.”

You opened your mouth to argue — and then shut it as he turned off the path and into the trees, stepping over roots and brushing past branches like this was some casual moonlit stroll. The dim light filtered through the canopy above, throwing silver patterns over his bare chest, his arms tight around you, his grin unshakable.

Your pulse was chaos.

Finally, he stopped. A small clearing, soft moss underfoot. Still within earshot of the camp — just enough to be reckless.

He didn’t let you down.

Instead, he lowered you slow, your back grazing the bark of a tree as he caged you in with one arm braced beside your head. His hips pressed into yours, heat blazing through your sleepwear, his face barely an inch from yours.

“Comfy?” he asked, voice low and rough.

You stared at him, chest heaving. “You’re insane.”

“You didn’t say no.”

Your fingers slid up his sides, slow, and hooked into his waistband. “That’s because I hate how much I want this.”

“Good,” he growled, leaning in to kiss you again — slower this time, deeper. His hands mapped every inch of your body like he already knew it in a past life. His lips traveled down your jaw, your throat, your collarbone, each kiss setting your skin on fire.

Your back arched, hands fisting in his hair, your mind somewhere between “this is so wrong” and “please don’t stop.”

When he lifted his head again, his eyes were molten. “Say the word and I’ll take you apart right here.”

You bit your lip.

“Do it,” you whispered , breathless, needy, not even pretending anymore.

Gladio didn’t hesitate.

His mouth crashed into yours, not gentle this time, not patient. It was hunger, full and raw, weeks of tension, of brushes and banter and heat and almost , breaking all at once. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you, pinning your back against the rough bark of the tree as your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, dragging a low groan from his chest as he kissed you deeper, teeth catching your lower lip. He tasted like smoke and fire and something sweeter, like you’d already ruined him just by saying yes.

He kissed down your neck, biting softly at your pulse, and your head fell back with a gasp. The night air was cool, but his hands were fire on your skin, dragging under your sleep shirt, tracing your ribs, your sides, every inch of you like he wanted to memorize it.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured against your throat. “So many times.”

“Me too,” you admitted, voice shaking. “So much it drove me insane.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you — his expression dark, full of something dangerously close to affection.

“Good,” he said, hoarse. “Then I won’t hold back.”

You didn’t want him to.

Clothes became obstacles, tugged and shoved and half-removed in the rush. You moaned into his mouth when he finally pressed against you fully, no layers left between you — every part of you aching with how close he was. How much you’d needed this.

And gods, he felt so good — his hands on your hips, his breath warm in your ear, his body pushing you higher with every slow, grinding motion. He took his time, savoring every sound you made, every shiver, every whispered plea.

“Look at me,” he said lowly, forehead against yours, eyes locked to yours even as he rocked into you. “I want to see you.”

And you did, held his gaze through every rising wave, lost in the heat and pressure and the way he touched you like you were something sacred and wild all at once.

You felt yourself coming apart, breath hitching, nails biting into his shoulders. And when it finally hit, sharp and overwhelming and perfect, he held you through it, kissing you like you were the last thing left in the world.

He wasn’t far behind, groaning your name into your neck like it was a prayer he couldn’t stop saying.

The quiet after was almost louder than the act itself.

You were still wrapped around him, both of you panting, foreheads pressed together, hands trembling slightly in each other’s hair.

“Still think this was a bad idea?” he whispered.

You swallowed hard. “Definitely.”

He laughed, warm, low, and satisfied. “Good.”

“...You’re gonna have to carry me back, you know.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

You could barely catch your breath as Gladio gently set you back on your feet after that moment of sheer heat. Your skin felt flushed and electrified, every inch of you hyperaware of what just happened.

His chest heaved in tandem with yours, but he was already moving. His large hand found your wrist, pulling you with surprising care toward the edge of the clearing. The camp was still, but you could hear the faint rustling of the others, Noct’s barely audible snoring from his tent, and the faint sound of Ignis making breakfast.

"Stay close," Gladio murmured, his voice low but intense, a subtle edge of mischief threading through. He leaned down, brushing his lips over your ear, sending a shiver through your spine. "Don’t want anyone waking up just yet."

You nodded, still trying to regain some semblance of control over your body. Every step was unsteady, your legs still sore and a little wobbly, but you forced yourself to keep up.

You both moved quietly, too quietly, as Gladio pulled you deeper into the trees. The moonlight filtered through the canopy above, making the shadows feel like they were closing in. Your heart pounded in your chest as you finally saw the entrance to the tent ahead.

“Almost there,” Gladio muttered, his grip on your waist tightening, but in a way that made you feel like the only thing between him and losing control was a hair’s breadth.

The closer you got, the harder it was to pretend this wasn’t all far too obvious. But you were too close to the finish line now. Just a few more steps.

“Careful,” you warned in a barely audible whisper, hoping your feet wouldn’t betray you.

“Don’t worry,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ve got this.”

When you reached the tent, you exhaled — but the relief was short-lived. You turned to him, eyes wide, and he held a finger up to his lips, signaling you to be quiet.

He crouched, slipping inside the tent first and then reaching out for you. You hesitated, eyes darting back toward the campfire, but then you took his hand and slipped inside, the fabric of the tent closing softly behind you.

The tent was still warm from earlier, the dim light of the morning filtering in through the small gaps. Noctis was still snoring lightly a few feet away, blissfully unaware of the chaos that had just unfolded.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to steady your racing heart as you lowered yourself back onto the sleeping bag. Gladio followed suit, carefully unzipping his jacket and letting it fall beside him.

For a moment, it was just the two of you — silent, hearts pounding, as the night’s events still lingered heavily in the air.

But then you heard a low, grumbling voice from the other side of the tent.

“…I know what you two were up to.”

It was Noctis.

You shot a panicked look at Gladio, who just smirked, leaning back with a cocky grin.

“Ignis is gonna kill us,” you muttered, your heart sinking as you heard the sounds of movement from Noctis’ side of the tent.

“Nope.” Gladio chuckled low in his chest, leaning in toward you, his face just inches from yours. “You’re my problem now.”

Before you could respond, you heard Noctis’ voice again, this time with a faint chuckle.

“I’m just glad you two finally figured it out.”

Gladio’s grin only widened, his fingers brushing against yours once more.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice full of smug satisfaction. “Took us long enough, didn’t it?”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The moment you stirred awake, you knew something was off. It wasn’t just the low hum of the morning; it was the distinct feel of eyes on you. Gladio was still lying next to you, his large frame stretched out in his usual relaxed manner, but your skin was burning. And not from the warmth of the tent.

You hesitated, glancing up at him. His eyes were closed, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. He knew you were both busted, but he was enjoying every second of it.

A sound from outside the tent caused your heart to skip — footsteps, and then the unmistakable sound of snickering.

The tent flap pulled back with little warning.

“Well, well, well… look who finally got some action,” came Prompto’s voice, loud and impossibly cheerful.

You froze. Nope. No way.

“Prompto!” you hissed, your face heating up as you quickly scrambled to cover yourself with the nearest blanket.

He leaned casually in the entrance, looking far too pleased with himself. “I mean, I’m glad to see you two finally took the plunge.” He gave a dramatic wink, leaning in as if to whisper to you. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. I’m not gonna tell anyone… unless I can get a free photo op.”

“Prompto, for the love of—” Gladio groaned, half-awake and still trying to pull the blanket over his head, but it was too late. The damage was done.

“Too late, man,” Prompto interrupted, practically beaming with amusement. “I saw your faces last night when you two thought nobody was watching. You guys were way too obvious.”

"You pervert!" You hissed.

“Ignore him,” Gladio mumbled, but you could see the smirk tugging at his lips, clearly enjoying the chaos.

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, pulling the blanket up higher, desperate to avoid more teasing. “But seriously, if you tell anyone…”

Noctis woke up, glancing over at you both with half-lidded eyes. “You were practically screaming in the trees.”

“Noct, shut up!” You snapped, embarrassed beyond belief.

Prompto was absolutely howling now. “Oh my god, you two were loud? I knew it. I KNEW IT!”

“Shut it, Prompto!” Gladio barked, sitting up with a scowl, but even he couldn’t hide the small grin on his face. The morning-after smugness was infectious.

"Seriously," Noctis continued with a lazy smile, "at least wait until we’re asleep. It’s a little rude."

You were ready to curl up and die. “This is why I didn’t want to sneak back in here.”

Prompto jumped onto the bed with you and Gladio. “Oh, come on, you can’t be embarrassed now. We’re all friends here,” he teased, poking you in the ribs. “Now, tell me everything! How was it? Was he as good as he looks?”

“Nope.” Gladio grinned, his voice low and teasing. “Better.”

You kicked him lightly in retaliation, but it only made the whole thing worse. Ignis’ voice, cold and calculating, cut through the chaos like a knife.

“Will you all shut up already?” Ignis said, his patience clearly running out as he emerged from his tent, adjusting his glasses. “I’m trying to cook breakfast here, and you’re all making a scene.”

You managed to stammer, still covering your face in humiliation, “We didn’t do anything…”

“Sure,” Ignis said, clearly not buying it, his eyebrow arching. “And I suppose I didn’t hear the two of you sneaking back in here last night either.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, wishing the earth would just swallow you up right there.

Prompto was on the floor now, laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, I love this so much.”

“Well, at least we’re not sleeping through it like someone else,” Gladio said, poking Noctis in the side. “I don’t know how you can sleep through the noise, man.”

Noctis just waved it off with a smirk. “I’ve got a talent for it.”

“But we’re not talking about this anymore, got it?” You shot back, your face still burning, trying to shift the topic before things got even worse.

Prompto was still grinning. “Oh, we’re talking about it all day long, trust me. Just wait ‘til we get to the diner later, you two.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you could’ve sworn you saw Gladio’s smirk widen.

"Anyway," Gladio said, clearly enjoying the banter far more than you were, "you guys hungry?"

Noctis gave him an exaggerated sigh. “Are you really changing the subject right now, Gladio? After all the teasing?”

“What teasing?” Gladio chuckled. “There’s no teasing happening here. Just truth.”

You buried your face in your hands. "I can’t believe this is happening."

"Alright, we're hitting the road soon." Ignis shouts as he walks away.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The bell rang as you and the Chocobros entered a diner. It was a cozy little spot on the side of the road, always a welcome place to rest after a long trek. The atmosphere inside was inviting, the hum of conversation and the clinking of plates filling the air. But as soon as you stepped in, you felt the tension coil in your chest. You all sit down at a table and a waitress approches.

The waitress , tall, blonde, and absolutely radiating confidence, was immediately there, practically gliding over to your table like a predator circling its prey. Her eyes landed on Gladio, and you could already tell she was interested.

“Hey there, handsome,” she purred as she leaned over the table, just a bit too close to Gladio. “What can I get for you today?”

You glanced over at Gladio, who was blissfully unaware of the flirtation. He shot her a charming grin, stretching his long legs out beneath the table, looking relaxed and completely at ease.

“Prairie-style skewers, thanks,” Gladio said, his voice smooth and casual, not realising the attention he was drawing.

The waitress flashed him a smile that could’ve melted steel. "Coming right up. I’ll be sure to make it extra special for you." She lingered, eyes flicking between Gladio and you, and you felt your stomach twist.

You clenched your fists under the table, a sharp wave of jealousy washing over you. She was way too close. And Gladio—he wasn’t noticing how obvious she was being. Not at all.

“Anything else I can get for you, hon?” she added, her voice dripping with flirtation.

Before you could open your mouth to respond, a voice from across the table interrupted.

“Oh my God, again?” Prompto let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “Gladio, you’re making it way too easy for her.”

You could see the waitress’ eyes flick to Prompto with a slight glare, but she quickly went back to focusing on Gladio.

You swallowed, trying to suppress the rising irritation in your chest. "I’ll have the skewers, too," you said, your voice sharp, the words coming out before you could stop them.

The waitress finally turned her attention to you, her gaze briefly cold, and you could feel her sizing you up, a clear sense of superiority in her eyes. You didn’t miss the way she lingered on Gladio, almost completely ignoring you as she scribbled something down. She got the others' meals as well.

“Got it,” she said before turning to walk away. The sway of her hips was way too exaggerated, and you couldn’t help but feel the frustration build inside.

As she walked off, you glared at her retreating figure, your face burning. You felt a tight knot in your stomach as you crossed your arms, doing everything you could to keep your cool.

“What’s up with you?” Gladio asked, finally noticing the shift in your mood. He was still relaxed, clearly unaware of the obvious reason you were upset. "You’ve gone quiet all of a sudden."

Prompto grinned from across the table, his eyes glinting mischievously. “Uh-oh, looks like someone’s a little jealous.”

“What? No!” You quickly shot back, your tone a little too defensive. You knew you were being obvious, but you couldn’t help it. She was all over him, and he was acting like it was nothing. It was making your blood boil.

“Don’t even try to lie, [Y/N],” Prompto teased. “I saw the way you were glaring at her. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.” He shot Gladio a wink. “But Gladio, man, I think you’ve got a bit of a fan club here.”

Noctis, who had been quietly sipping his drink, shot a knowing look your way before shrugging. “Honestly, it's not a big deal. Gladio gets hit on all the time. You should be used to it by now.”

That did not help your mood.

“Yeah, but it’s not just about the hitting on,” you muttered, trying to keep your tone steady. “It’s the way she was... hanging on him. A little too much for my liking.”

“Hey,” Gladio said, leaning forward now, his voice softer, “if it’s bothering you, I’ll make sure to keep my distance. I didn’t think it’d get to you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat, but the green-eyed monster inside you wasn’t backing down that easily. You were still frustrated, but you couldn’t deny that Gladio was trying to make it right.

“It's not about keeping your distance,” you said, your voice quieter now, "It’s just... I don’t like the way she was acting like that with you.”

“Well,” Ignis chimed in, his voice calm but sharp as ever, “perhaps if you two were less obvious about it, no one would notice.” He adjusted his glasses and gave you both a pointed look, clearly fed up with the whole situation. “We’re trying to eat breakfast here, not make a spectacle.”

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Great, now Ignis was calling you out in front of everyone.

Before you could respond, Prompto burst out laughing, doubling over in his seat. “Honestly, this is the best thing to happen all week.”

“You’re a real pain, Prompto,” you muttered, shaking your head. "Seriously."

But Gladio just chuckled, his hand reaching over to gently squeeze yours under the table. “I get it, [Y/N]. I really do. You don’t have to worry about her. You’re the only one I’m interested in.”

You looked at him, the tension slowly starting to ease as you met his gaze. “Thanks.”

“I’d take it easy on the jealousy though,” Gladio teased, his grin returning. “It doesn’t look good on you, babe.”

“No, you’re not helping,” you muttered, though the warmth in your chest made it clear you weren’t actually mad anymore.

“Well, I think we’ve had enough fun for now,” Noctis said, his usual indifference masking the slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Let’s just eat before we start really embarrassing ourselves.”

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The day had worn on, and the sun was beginning its descent as the group walked through the quiet town, searching for a place to relax and grab a drink. Everyone was in good spirits, though you couldn’t shake the memory of the earlier encounter. It had seemed like an endless stream of women looking Gladio up and down. It was something you'd gotten used to, but it was still grating.

You hadn’t let it show much, but now, it seemed like the universe was determined to test your patience.

You and the gang had stopped by a small, rustic bar. The mood was casual and relaxed, and everyone was enjoying a round of drinks. The guys were having a good time, joking around with each other, but your attention had wandered to the bartender, a tall, dark-haired man who had a certain... charm. You hadn't meant to notice him, but when his eyes met yours, he gave you an unmistakable once-over.

He flashed you a smile, one that seemed to linger just a little too long for your liking.

"Hey there," he greeted, voice smooth and almost seductive as he made his way over to you, leaning on the counter. "What’s a beautiful lady like you doing in a place like this?"

You gave him a polite, but tight-lipped smile, trying to keep the situation neutral. “Just enjoying the company of some friends.”

Glancing back at the Chocobros, you caught Gladio’s eye. He was mid-laugh with Prompto, but the moment his gaze met yours, something in his expression shifted. It was subtle but unmistakable—his eyes darkened slightly, his jaw setting in a tense line.

The bartender leaned in a little closer, a glint of mischief in his eyes as he addressed you again, completely ignoring the presence of your companions.

"You sure you don’t want to get away from all this noise?" he suggested, voice dripping with charm. "I could show you a better time."

At that, your patience finally snapped. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, especially not in front of Gladio. You weren’t interested in this guy in the slightest, but you weren’t going to let him flirt so shamelessly either. Before you could respond, Gladio stood up from his spot at the table, his posture stiff and his movements deliberate.

The energy shifted. You could feel it—the subtle but unmistakable possessiveness radiating off him. His footsteps were heavier as he approached, and you could feel his presence behind you like a looming shadow.

“Is there a problem here?” Gladio’s voice was deep and steady, but there was a razor’s edge to it.

The bartender straightened up immediately, visibly caught off guard by the sudden shift in atmosphere. He managed a nervous chuckle. “N-No, not at all. Just—just talking.”

You didn’t need to look at Gladio to feel the intensity building. It was like a storm brewing, his body so close now that you could feel the heat radiating from him, the barely contained tension in every muscle. You were surprised he didn’t just outright drag you away.

“Yeah, I think you should back off,” Gladio continued, his tone low and commanding. He gave the bartender a look that was so intense it could’ve set fire to the whole room. “This one’s taken.”

The bartender quickly backed away, muttering an apology under his breath, but Gladio wasn’t finished. He turned to you, his eyes full of that dark, possessive heat that sent a thrill straight through your chest.

“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, taking your arm and leading you away from the bar, away from the prying eyes of the others.

Once you were out of the bar, Gladio pulled you into the alleyway next to the building, his hand gripping your wrist firmly but gently enough not to hurt. He didn’t give you a chance to say anything. He just backed you up against the brick wall, the cool surface pressing against your back as he hovered in front of you.

His breath was heavy, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to read something you weren’t saying.

“I hate it when people look at you like that,” he growled, the words coming out in a rush. His face was inches from yours, his breath warm against your lips. “You don’t deserve to be treated like some prize to be won.”

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. His anger—mixed with something else—was like a fire that fueled your own desire. It wasn’t just jealousy you were seeing; it was raw, unfiltered need.

"I’m not some fragile thing," you said, the words coming out sharper than you intended. “And you can’t just—”

Before you could finish, his lips were on yours, cutting off the words you didn’t want to say anyway. The kiss was rough, urgent, almost desperate as he pulled you closer, his hand tangling in your hair. His other hand pressed against the wall beside your head, caging you in.

It took you a moment to respond, but once you did, the spark turned into an inferno. You kissed him back with just as much intensity, your hands roaming over his chest, pulling him closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours.

"Gladio," you whispered breathlessly, your voice full of tension.

His grip tightened on your waist, and he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. “I don’t want anyone else looking at you like that. No one else is allowed to touch you, [Y/N].”

The possessiveness in his words made something inside you snap. You wanted this. All of it.

You smirk, "now you know how I felt earlier."

Without another word, Gladio kissed you again, more demanding this time, his hands quickly finding their way beneath your clothes, the heat of his skin against yours driving you both toward the edge.

It didn’t take long before you were both caught in the whirlwind of your desire, the world outside of this alleyway no longer existing. There was only the burning need between you, the heady mix of jealousy and passion that had been simmering all day finally reaching its boiling point.

He hiked your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side.

"Fuck, [Y/N], wet already?" He teased.

"Jealousy looks so good on you." You smirk and his fingers dip into your pussy. You moan and he covers your mouth with his hand.

"Don't want anyone disrupting us." He mumers and he works his fingers in and out of your dripping hole, swirling your clit with his thumb.

Your nails dug into his exposed abs. "Gladio..." You whine.

"I know, babe." He huffs as he unzips his leather pants and pulls his boxers down, his giant member slapping against his muscles. He slides his member along your slit as you whine at the sensation. He slowly pushes into you as you gasp and he groans deeply. "Fuck." He holds you tightly around your waist as he thrusts into you, your breasts bouncing at the motion against the brick wall.

"Baby," You whine as your hands settle on his face as he plays with your clit and you rub his cheek. You kiss him deeply. He groans into the kiss. "Im close" you breathe as he chuckles.

"Me too." He thruts a few more times and you both reach your high. You tilt your head back as you see stars. Gladio buries his face into your neck and bites down as he fills you up. After a few moments he pulls back and tucks himself back in and kisses your face gently.

"It's so hot knowing your filled with my cum." He bites your ear and you giggle.

× •-•-•-•⟮ ◆ ⟯•-•-•-• ×

The evening air was cooler now, tinged with salt and heat from the pavement. After the long day, the Chocobros decided to forgo camping for once and check into a modest hotel on the edge of town. The neon sign flickered lazily as Ignis handled the front desk, making sure everyone had a room.

“Noct, you’re with me,” Prompto said, stretching his arms with a yawn. “Try not to snore like a behemoth this time.”

Noctis rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who sleep-talks.”

Gladio was quiet beside you, the tension from earlier replaced by something calmer—but not quite gone. He kept a protective hand on your lower back as everyone made their way down the hall with keys in hand.

You were about to follow Noct and Prompto to your shared room when Gladio’s grip tightened slightly.

“Switch with me,” he said quietly to Ignis, who raised a brow behind his glasses. A knowing flicker of amusement flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing.

“Very well,” Ignis replied smoothly, offering Gladio a different keycard.

You raised an eyebrow. “What was that about?”

Gladio leaned close, murmuring just loud enough for you to hear. “After earlier, you really think I’m lettin’ you out of my sight tonight?”

You felt a blush rise in your cheeks, but didn’t argue.

The room was simple: a king bed, crisp sheets, and warm lighting from a small lamp in the corner. The curtains were drawn, and the muffled sounds of the town buzzed faintly beyond the windows. You kicked off your shoes, toes grateful to breathe again, while Gladio peeled off his jacket and tossed it over a chair.

The silence wasn’t awkward—it was comfortable. Grounding. His eyes found yours in the soft lamplight as you sat at the edge of the bed.

“Earlier... that guy didn’t stand a chance,” you said, half-teasing, half-serious.

Gladio chuckled, walking over to you and brushing his fingers gently along your jaw. “Still got under my skin. Guess I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

You leaned into his touch, your voice quieter now. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

He kissed your temple, arms wrapping around your waist from behind as he pulled you into him, your backs swaying slightly in a private rhythm only you two knew.

“You wore me out today,” you said with a mock scowl.

He grinned, voice low. “Yeah? Let’s sleep, then.”

You changed into something comfortable while Gladio stripped down to his boxers. As you both settled under the covers, his warmth against your back, his arm looped snugly around your waist, you let out a soft, content sigh.

“You really gonna behave tonight?” you teased, nuzzling into the pillow.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his lips brushed your ear.

“Only if you stop makin’ those little noises when you stretch.”

You smacked his arm, laughing. “You’re the worst.”

“And you’re perfect.”

With that, he kissed the back of your shoulder and finally relaxed, his chest rising and falling evenly against your spine.

You closed your eyes to the sound of his breathing, the quiet hum of the hotel, and the comfort of knowing you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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