Have you ever been so pissed off at being susceptible to a person or character that you just had to let off some steam?
No?
WELL YOU’RE MISSING TF OUT, BECAUSE THIS IS MY GODDAMN LIFE NOW *flips a table*
Extra in every sense of the word. There’s no plot whatsoever. Right off the bat Gladio gets slapped, so that just sets the whole damn mood. Don’t actually try any of this at home. I also tried making this a drabble but unless 3000 words is the new Drabble, I’m just lying to my damn self.
That was the message Noctis had left you alonside the very pretty knee length babydoll dress he had bought for you for tonight. You nervously squirmed in your seat, at the table right at the back of the restaurant Noctis had booked for dinner tonight. You were hyper aware of the fact that you wore nothing under your dress, not just your panties. Your bra would have made the dress look awkward so you had forgone it. Every movement you made caused the fabric to brush against your nipples, erect from the cold air. And the thought of getting caught wearing no undergarments by anyone had your thighs pressed together.
Noctis wasn’t late per say, but every moment you sat alone made you paranoid someone was going to find out just how under dressed you truly were.
“Sorry I’m late.” Noctis’ voice came, making you jump slightly in your seat. You hadn’t noticed him, too absorbed in your thoughts. He smiled at you, taking off his jacket and draping it over the chair right next to yours, seating himself and throwing an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and leaving a chaste kiss to your temple. “There was an accident on the road.”
You tried to smile reassuring him that you didn’t mind, but his hand on your waist dipped down to your hip, fingers pressing against your dress and skin. You felt him smirk against your hair when he confirmed that you had indeed followed his request, making your face light up a bright red at his audacity to do this in such a public space.
“I hope you don’t mind. Iggy’s ordering for us.”
You froze, eyes snapping to look into Noctis’ mischievous expression. You opened your mouth to protest before being interrupted by Ignis coming over with an apologetic smile.
“I apologize for interrupting your evening, Y/N. His highness insisted considering I’ll probably only make it home very late with the traffic tonight.” Ignis bowed slightly, taking the seat opposite you. “I ordered your favourites for you, I hope you don’t mind.”
Noctis squeezing your hip in warning before pulling away from you. You put on a cheerful smile, chirping your acceptance even as Noctis laid a hand on your thigh, your dress crinkling under it as he squeezed.
Dinner arrived with little fanfare, but Noctis kept one hand on your leg, occasionally massaging and slowly making its way under your dress throughout your meal. The heat of his hand on the warm skin of your thigh, slowly inching up to the apex of your thighs had you abandon whatever conversation you had with Ignis and leaving you scrambling to apologize when Ignis prompted you.
Noctis looked nonchalant through all of this, his royal upbringing leaving him looking like he wasn’t feeling you up under the table, his fingers teasingly inching closer and closer to the wetness between your thighs. And gods were you wet. You could feel your dress getting damped the longer Noctis teased you, refusing to touch you directly but coming so close to actually touching you. Ignis had already expressed his concerns as your face grew red with arousal, your breaths coming in short pants.
It was finally when Ignis excused himself from the table to pay the bill that Noctis touch you, wasting no time pressing a finger into your heat. The loud squelch your body made when he penetrated you had you biting back a moan, your shoulders bunching up as you leaned on the table. Noctis chuckled at you, leaning close to breathe into your ear. You shuddered at his warm breath, his tongue peaking out to tease the shell of your ear before playfully biting at it. His fingers never stopping its current mission of fucking you into a shuddering mess slowly.
“I wonder if you can keep yourself quiet enough so Ignis won’t find out I’m fucking you in the car.”
I’m also low key hoping for ignis to know exactly what was going on the whole time and only show his hand once he parks the car while y’all mid-fucc and joins in. AYYYEEEEE
The only way I got a damn chapter out this fast is because I got a mega-boost in creativity and shit half of it out in a day. I never do that. But I got hella caught up in writing action scenes and had a lot of fun doing it!
Also, I know the links for the other chapters are missing at the top (for now); I’m gonna run a Tumblr experiment about that rumor concerning posts with links not coming up in tag searches. After like, a few days of me comparing metrics on the response of this chapter, I’ll plug the navigation at the top, but if you’re new to the story and came across this series just now, you can always go to the masterpost linked in the header of my blog and find the others.
“Iggy,
what’s your status?“
“We’ve
gotten the worst of the mob down on the east side of town, and are
slowly pushing them back.” Static crackled through the
miniature earpiece you wore. “Yet the west wall’s guard may
still be compromised. Are you in route?”
“Yes,”
you huffed out, your legs burning as you covered more distance at an
increased pace than what you were used to. The Lestallum
streets, normally bustling with constant activity, were bare in the
wake of the emergency that set upon suddenly in the everlasting
night, and made it go as smooth as possible, but you had forgotten
how large the city was when you were hightailing it from one end to
the other.
“Be
safe. Stay in contact as you can. Should things settle
sooner than expected, Prompto and I will move to your location post
haste.“
Behold, the phases of mood I went through while writing this shit: 1) Goddamnit I hate every word I’m typing why am I even trying to complete this literally no one cares but you anymore, Hypaa 2) Oh okay this is coming together, but why the fuck am I still writing dialogue I am KILLING MYSELF 3) *weeping* my precious sunshine boy, you are great, I love this chapter, I’m writing FFXV fic after a whole year or so of inactivity, what is life
I just might finish this series before 2019. I just the fuck might.
The
years that passed were relatively uneventful in comparison to the
shock of Noct’s disappearance. Everyone went their separate
ways, under the guise of seeking out the remaining patches of society
and bringing them to central spaces like Lestallum where they would
be safer in the encroaching darkness. It was a task that all of you
were serious about undertaking in the interim of Noct’s return, and
simply switched your combined dedication to the people left on a god
forsaken world. Although the four of you were scattered to the
edges of Eos, you knew your task united you all. It was odd to get
used to; for the first few weeks, it was easy to peer into the
horizon and think that maybe, just maybe,
you saw early morning sunrise coming up in the sky.
But
the night held permanent as well as all of the terrors that came with
it.
I wasn’t quite sure if you wanted scenarios or headcanons so I did headcanons, I hope that is okay. Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy these!
Noctis:
Since he isn’t all that tall to begin with he absolutely loves that you are smaller than him.
Loves being able to rest his chin on top of your head and when he feels like teasing you, will use you as an armrest.
Will deny it but he gets a kick out of watching you struggle to reach something from the top shelf. He likes when you ask him for help, don’t indulge him he’s a little shit.
Noctis enjoys having his smaller s/o be the big spoon every once in a while. It makes him feel safe (hold him please he deserves it).
He enjoys the feeling of you under him. Moan his name sweetly while you’re below him and watch him melt.
He really enjoys seeing his smaller s/o in his lap. It drives him wild to see his small s/o take charge. Boss. Him. Around.
He won’t ever admit it but one of his dirtiest fantasies is having you take the lead and fucking him on the throne.
Gladio:
Gladio is so smitten with his shorter s/o. Sure he may tease you and call you “shorty” but he absolutely adores you.
He likes when you rise up on your tiptoes to kiss him. He often will stand at his full height and make you work for kisses. All you have to do is pout and he’s bending down to your level.
King of head kisses, the top of your head is just so easy to reach because you’re so small.
Indulge him and do that thing where you hang from his bicep, it makes him feel manly.
10/10 best cuddles. His body absolutely engulfs your smaller frame and he loves being the big spoon. His favorite thing to do is rest his chin on top of your head while the two of you spoon.
If you’re feeling cheeky grind against when the two of you are spooning, it drives him wild.
He definitely finds the size difference arousing. Size kink anyone??
Loves seeing you on your knees for him and working hard to try and take his whole cock in your mouth.
He enjoys being able to lift you and pin you to the wall or any surface. He will call you his little girl and absolutely rock your world.
SCOOT THE HELL ON UP TO THE TABLE FOR THIS NUTRITIOUSLY BALANCED BREAKFAST
I may have gotten carried away with this, but whatever. I’m so verbose.
I guess this is where I put up a content warning: rough sex galore. There’s a bit of blood, savage oral, and a whole lot of dirty talk abound. Daddy Gladdy takes center stage and is damn proud of it.
K HAVE A ENJOY
“So, Noct, how’s about getting your scrawny ass up early tomorrow morning and train with me?”
“Hell no,” the prince replied automatically, slouching back in his chair. “My ‘scrawny ass’ will be sleeping in. Besides, don’t you think that we killed enough beasts and Imperials by now that it counts as training?”
Both you and Prompto swiveled your heads over to Gladio for his response. It was always entertaining watching those two quip back and forth… especially since Noctis would frequently dial up a patented devil-may-care Crown Prince attitude in response to Gladiolus’ natural gruff I’m-the-shit big brother nature. Ignis preferred to stay above it all, sitting across the campfire turning pages in what looked to be a new cookbook.
“Furry animals and possessed robots don’t compare to me, and you know it,” Gladio shot back. “But I wouldn’t blame you if you just wanted to avoid getting your pretty face stomped in,” he sat back with a smirk. “How else are you gonna make your money?”
Dedicated to @antiloquist , based on this ask she submitted to me weeks ago:
What I meant forthis to be: sensually dirty porn without plot older!Ignis fucc
Whatitturnedouttobe: porn with too much plot and feels and idk wtf this shit is really
… sorry, maybe I’ll blame @ka-za-ri for this as that seems to be the right course of action.
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You remembered the first time you saw the man at a Hunters HQ, in front of the board with all of the listings of daemons that were causing the most trouble for those that had survived the settling of neverending darkness upon Eos. You knew enough through rumors that the Starscourge was a part of some important prophesy, but as a seasoned hunter, you only cared about the amount of gil the catastrophe afforded you in the long run. He wasn’t dressed like the hunters that you were used to coming in contact with, but why else would someone be in a relatively isolated outpost specifically designated for hunters to catch up on the next best opportunity?
You found yourself watching him in interest, wondering why he wasn’t closer to the board to get details on hunts that would prove useful in future endeavors… until you came to the realization that he wasn’t as interested in the board in front of him than the ebbs and flows of the conversation around him. You lost track of how long you stayed seated at the table across the room, taking in his subtle yet fluid mannerisms as if he were a puzzle you were attempting to construct piece by piece. Eventually, he turned and walked away from the conglomerate of hunters with a surety that had you following him against your better judgment. You didn’t ever fashion yourself to be a stalker, but you were in inbetween jobs and trying not to let yourself get too complacent while allowing yourself a needed break.
The break wasn’t supposed to consist of tailing the mysterious man as discreetly as possible to an area in Duscae that housed a considerably troublesome Red Giant that had wandered way too close to Lestallum’s city limits on occasion, making the inhabitants of the only major city Eos had left since the Starscourge fell quite uneasy with the way it tested the abnormally bright lights that bordered the hastily constructed wall of the refuge town. You knew of that particular mark, but even for as foolhardy as you could be sometimes, you had stalled on it while you figured out an enticing bargain with a few other hunters to go in with you. There was no sense in dying over a bounty.
You were beginning to worry that this man didn’t have the same sense of self-preservation that you thought all sensible hunters should have, as you watched him leave the relative safety of the fluorescent lights to a wide clearing that was illuminated only by the stars in the sky that shone brighter in a world in which the sun had been taken for granted in the almost-forgotten days it was allowed to thrive.
Watching your own back to make sure that no daemons would sneak up on you, you stayed half hidden in a few bushes with your hand on your weapon, eyes trained and brows furrowed in consternation as you saw his figure nearly blend in with the darkness around him as he stood rather calmly in the middle of enemy territory. The minute the tell-tale signs of purplish-black smoke appeared and rolled over the ground, announcing the arrival of the giant daemon, your heart started beating faster in your chest as the man didn’t even draw a weapon. Does he even have one? You simply assumed he had something small and easily retrievable from inside that suit jacket he wore, but you didn’t remember seeing any harnesses or whatnot on his person. Don’t tell me he’s the dramatic type, wanting to end his life at the hands of the most powerful daemon in the area. You tightened your grip on your blade, already planning on jumping in and saving him against his will as the monstrous being towered over him with a flaming sword. Times may be tough, but nobody is dying on my watch.
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