ignis smut

How does each boyo react to pleasuring their partner, using their mouth/hands?

@nifwrites has inspired me so much through this new smut journey I’m on!! Thank you so much to them, and a few other tumblrs who I will tag momentarily.

Noct- Of course he enjoys when his s/o feels good. Genuinely, he does! He’ll ease you out of whatever underwear you have on (after a passionate make out session). But before he strips you down, he’ll hold you , almost palming your sex using his thumb to apply pressure over your clit. He enjoys feeling your warmth through your underwear.

Moving your underwear down your legs and dipping a finger inside you, Noct goes almost entirely by feel. One at a time at first, then two at a time. Who cares what everything looks like- it’s the feeling that matters. Seems to make sense just fine to him, and work out excellently for you. He doesn’t need to see what he’s doing to know it feels good. Call it a prince’s intuition.

Supporting himself on one arm, and using the other to pulse his fingers inside you, he begins to pick up a treacherously slow and steady rhythm - simply to watch you writhe underneath him.

The thing about Noct is, as giving as he truly believes he is, the selfless act is never 100%…well, selfless.
Knowing he’s the reason for a kind of bliss so closely a relative of agony, and that you’re quite literally at the mercy of his hands lights a dangerous fire in him, causing him to pump faster with his fingers. If the mood is right, you swear he sometimes goes into a kind of trance. Not a strong one, but a trance nonetheless. Like he’s feeding off your energy, or you his. Or even a sharing of both- you’ve never been exactly sure.

“You’re close,” he’ll say. As more of a statement than a question. He’s right. You are.

He can feel your walls tightening around his fingers with every stroke.

Your chest is heaving, and for some reason his is too. His face is just inches from yours now. You can’t help but tilt your head back and moan. His fingers pumping quicker as If he was chasing his own release, and not yours.

As his breathing grows louder in your ear you feel heat welling up within you, moments away from coming undone.

He lifts his chest up so that you’re in full view, revealing his simmering hot fuchsia eyes. “Come – now” he says. And as if he spoke it into existence, you come undone around his palm as he massages your clit through your orgasm, and you both cry out. His simmering eyes flicker out as he drops his head to your shoulders, the both of you tightly holding the other as the steadiness of your breath returns.

Gladio-
Gladio is definitely a surveyor, which makes you feel embarrassed at times. Especially with the essence of how much you want him dripping from your core onto the mattress. Most guys don’t care to look, but Gladio- he wants to know every part of his girl.

He further parts your thighs and you brace yourself for him to enter you. When he doesn’t, you lift your head to see what he’s doing.

You catch him kneeling at your entrance lazily stroking himself, fixating on your dripping heat. “Babe-”
“You’re beautiful” he cuts you off. “You know that? Anybody ever tell you that?” He says, continuing to stroke himself, and run himself along your folds, probing your entrance, and just barely dipping himself in the pearlescent liquid beginning to pool towards the bottom of your sex.

You’re embarrassed now, and attempt to close your legs. Gladio leans over you, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, “No,” he says, shaking his head a small frown appearing across his lips, “apparently not. Let me look at my baby girl” he pleads with you, his amber eyes looking more earnest than they ever have, his cock still throbbing.

This is the most erotic thing you think you’ve ever experienced. He stretches your folds to further expose your sensitive budding pearl, and you feel…oddly sexual being on display for him like this. What he’s doing..it feels good. He holds you there, unable to resist bringing his mouth down to your sex, rolling the tip of his tongue over your clit in slow steady circles. And so would the night continue until he mercifully brings you to climax.

Prompto-
Prompto loves your scent. There’s no other way to put it than the fact that he loves your smell. His tactic is to get you dripping wet. Then and only then, once your underwear is soaked through, will he grant you the relief of taking it off. But not before he burries his face between your thighs and runs his nose up and down your heat, taking in two or three large breaths through his nose.

The Prompto that emerges is not the one who submerged his face between your thighs. He’s resurfaced incomprehensibly drunk on your scent. His blue eyes have become searing and half lidded, lips parted, his mouth hanging slightly open. Your stomach churns in anticipation. Like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde- this Prompto is unpredictable.

Hungry, carnivorous even, he looks at you practically radiating heat. “Hey, flip on all fours,” he says. It’s almost shocking when the voice that comes out of him is still his. Cheery and sweet as ever, yet quivering. But not with uncertainty. Quivering with what you could only describe as…restraint.

You oblige, and turn on all fours facing the headboard, unsure exactly where this was going, half expecting him to nail you from behind. Instead, he slides his body underneath you, his face stopping at your heat, and pulls your hips down so that your folds and his mouth are a perfect match.

This new angle is making a hell of a difference. He cups your ass, urging you to buck your hips as he sucks on your clit, and rocks you in tandem with his rhythm.

Devouring you from underneath, his moans ring out in pleasure as he continues. It’s not long before your arms give out as you climax and he slides up from under you just in time to catch you with open arms as you fall onto his chest.

A semblance of the Prom you know returns to his features in satisfaction, as he holds you while you both drift to sleep.


WHEW *fans self* OK IGGY after the break! Christttt

anonymous asked:

I love how you write Dom!Prom and I was curious about a Dom!Iggy: 163?

Thank you for your kind words love! ^^ Dom!Ignis is not exactly my strong suit, buuut I couldn’t say no… He kicked the bejesus out of me. Took me three days to write this. *facepalm* Hope you enjoy! 

Mr. Scientia (Ignis x Reader) | NSFW

Warnings: SMUT! Dom!Ignis, bondage, oral, jealous Ignis, unprotected sex 

Words: 1682

A/N: I REGRET NOTHING! 


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The Green-Eyed Demon

Finally it is here. My Muse took the idea and ran with it turning it into this large piece of works. It is set in the same universe as Demon Gladdy Daddy and 666. I may write a few others in this au, so if you have suggestions or ideas let me know. Credit goes to @stunninglyignis for giving me the idea why the reader would try and sell her soul, and to @atlerion for supporting me and cheering me on.

Summary: Your sister is ill, and you have become so desperate that you have decided to try and sell your soul to a demon to cure her. Will a demon called Ignis help you cure her?

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Ignis Scientia / Fem!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Words: 6406

Warnings: Illness of a sibling, talk about selling your soul.

Tagging some who have liked my previous posts, and my usual darlings: @themissimmortal @angelic-guardienne @blindbae @louisvuittontrashbags @diabolik-trash-heap @dirtyffxvconfession @ffxvhoe @ridingchocobros @ponkita @supernaturalffxv @insomniacapples @mapleslushpup @majessteck @cupnoodle-queen @hypaalicious @mod-eg @sonsoflucis


The brick building looked unassuming, the door tucked away in a dark alleyway, and the only way you knew that it was the place you had to be was the curious symbol carved into the back wooden door. An all-seeing eye like symbol, in blood red…well you hoped it was paint. Seconds thoughts plagued your mind as you tucked on the hem of your black dress. Honestly, it had to be a joke, right? No way that across this door was a lounge where demons frequented. It must be some kind of tall tale your friend told you. How did they even knew in the first place? Never mind, you didn’t want to know why.

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Best Friends - Prompto Argentum x Fem!Reader

So, I may or may not have gotten carried away here. But I am also definitely not sorry about this story. I LOVE Prompto with a passion so any excuse to write for him is so wonderful. Definitely some smut ahead. 

Word Count: 4782

And no, that is not a typo

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a little fic of some sort with Noctis' sister dating Ignis and ignis proposing, and it being a big deal in the kingdom with their beloved princess getting married, maybe nsfw? Of course you do what cha want with this request if you choose to write anything like this, anyway thanks for your time, love your work, you're a very talented writer!

Underdressed

Ignis x fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,789
NSFW

Have I ever mentioned how the “Noct’s older sister” trope is one of my favourites when it comes to FFXV fics? I love love love it. So here is some fluff and a touch of smut, but also some feelings because I love writing tender moments. 

Tagging some friends! @iinkpools @chocobro-daydreams @ladyscientia <3 Enjoy!

When Ignis had invited you over to his apartment for dinner, you thought nothing of it. He cooked for you all the time, always had a new recipe that he wanted you to try, so you went over to his apartment after a council meeting with your father.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you rode the elevator up. It was from your younger brother, Noctis. You checked it and quirked an eyebrow. All he had sent was a photo of him and Prompto, exaggeratedly winking at the camera. You rolled your eyes and put your phone back into your purse and walked out of the elevator once it had reached Ignis’ floor.

You knocked on the door and when Ignis opened it, you saw that he was dressed in a suit. You glanced down at your clothes, an ordinary black asymmetrical top and ripped up jeans, and then back to his formal attire.

“Something tells me I’m underdressed.”

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Knight In Shining Leather


FFXV Prompto/Reader Oneshot

Word count: 22,514

Rating: Explicit (NSFW)

Summary: After saving you from a bad fall, Prompto asks for a kiss in return, only to realize that he wants much more.

(Originally posted on Archive of Our Own and AdultFanfiction.)

Disclaimer: I do not own FFXV or any related characters, nor do I own you. No money is made from the writing of this story.


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Birthday Surprise - Gladio Amicitia x Fem!Reader

Whew, here it is - first time Gladio smut. This was actually a little hard for me to get out but I am so in love with the ending. Not quite as long as the Prompto fic but still something. (I just can’t write short stories :) ) I hope y’all like romantic Gladdy as much as I do. *Swoons at the thought of him quoting Shakespeare* tagging @cupnoodle-queen because Gladio.

Up next, some OC and Prompto love 

Word Count: 3145

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blindbae-deactivated20170910  asked:

“May I have this dance?” Omg Noctis :O Like what we talked about the other night xD <3

FINALLY! Kept changing a few things. Damn inspiration or whateves. :D

Word count: 3,271 Warnings<?>: JEALOUS NOCTIS, possessive Noctis, rough sex.

Also a few cameos and hints at things that I like the idea of. Like Cor and Talcott being related. Wonder if everyone will pick up on the little things. hehe

Tagging: @themissimmortal @stunninglyignis @stephicness @neko-otaku13 @insomniacapples @cactwerk @laili2104 @mistressoli @miss-scientia @misssarahdoll @major-artery @sylleblossompetals @lupanaoflaminar @gudetamazing @nifwrites


“May I have this dance?” A ambassador asked her again it was at least the fifth dance she has been apart of since the start of this gala event.


Not once has she danced with her husband, the King of Insomnia Noctis Lucis Caelum the Savior, the one to end the Starscourge and live to tell the tale. The gala was to celebrate the first birthday of the heir to the throne, Iskra the little one was finally making her first birthday and this was a formal party for her. Of course the “star” of the party had gone to bed hours ago but all the adults were still up and going because this really was just a party of pleasure.


Expect Noctis was not having any pleasure at all.


In fact he was feeling, rage, jealously and a headache brewing. Every time he went to approach his beautiful wife and queen someone would either get to her first and ask for a dance or someone would come up to him to talk about the recent rebuilding of the Regis University Building. It was getting on his nerves seeing that beautiful dress hug her perfect form while other men had their hands on her, some were proper holding them practically a foot from her body.


BUT there were others that had their hands practically all over her, from her hips to her sides to her shoulders. It was becoming too much for Noctis to handle things just kept getting in his way to you and he was trying to be civil and adult about it but the little green monster that appeared on his shoulder was taking on a the size of Gladiolus very quickly.


“Hey Noct, smile!” Prompto shouted as he came over to his best friend, his lovely wife standing beside him eying the crowd a smirk on her face as she spotted the Queen.


Prompto was holding his trusty camera right in front of Noctis, there as no way he could even fake a smile at the moment. He wanted to take the newly appointed representative of Lestallum and beat him over the head with a engine blade as his hands traveled low down on your hips. Noctis bit his tongue turning dangerously jealous blue eyes towards the smiling shutterbug.


“Not now Prom.” Noctis said pushing him away some, moving towards the throne where his wine was sitting he needed a drink.


“But it’s for the paper!” Prompto said rushing over to his friend who was downing the wine rather quickly.


“Prompto I don’t care who it is for, okay? I am not in the mood for anything.” Noctis growled as his purple tinged eyes focused on his loving wife.


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“You know your daughter will grow up to be a lovely bride to be you know that? I have a son just a year older…” A member of the council from a newly reformed Nifelheim had said as his hands pressed to your sides making you loose your breath a bit, this was starting to get too much and where was Noctis in all of this?


“That is nothing I want to be talking about right now.” You replied looking towards the throne where you found your husband who was talking to Prompto.


Prompto was snapping photos of him Noctis was no happy you could tell it by the look on his face and that face was so pouty right now you really wanted to kiss it until he smiled.


“Well it’s the best time to do that arranged marriages generally happen by the time the daughter reaches two, consider me a go getter if you will my Queen.” He spoke again the leering tone in his voice strong.


“Ah no that is something that my husband the King will be dealing with and I will assist him in it but honestly I am not all that big on arranged marriages.” You answered him as the song ended, pulling away quickly, you wanted to see your husband.


“My Majesty this dance please!” Talcott Hester had asked of you, looking down at you charmingly with those large brown eyes.


You couldn’t resist Talcott he had rescued Noctis when he had emerged from the Crystal and had been such a great help ever since. Plus he was so sweet. Nodding you started the next song with him, he was really polite where he held his hands looking a bit shy as he realized that a hand needed to go to your waist. Nervously clearing his throat gingerly placed a hand there barely touching the dress itself.


“It was nice of you to invite me to the party, not really royalty or anything.” Talcott said giving you a broad smile, perfect white teeth flashing adoringly.


“Oh of course Talcott all the nice things you’ve done since Iskra has been born and beforehand really, I would have to be foolish not to involve you and your Uncle.” You said as you spotted Cor Leonis conversing with a unknown female.


“I saw how they were treating you earlier, you know? I don’t really know how to dance beyond this little two step.” Talcott replied as you had noticed he was only shuffling his feet awkwardly.


“They were just being drunk nobles.” You said with a sigh.

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anonymous asked:

I'm thirsty for ignoct so- Ignis occasionally getting in a Mood where he wants to hear Noct breathlessly beg and moan while Ignis roughly fucks him within an inch of his life. Noct is absolutely down for it always and loves the bruises Ignis leaves on his hips and the way he feels almost used afterwards. Ignis is relentless and afterwards both of them are exhausted messes. Ignis cleans and tends to noct with such loving care and smothers him in affection the rest of the night

Okay, Anon. I don’t have a beer right now so…. 

Originally posted by damngoodname

Consider this your NSFW warning. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. 

(Also, *cough* @achryathesecond​, @peachypotpourri​ *cough* love you both <3 hope you like this!)

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Electric [Ignis x Female Reader]

Rating: M
Word count: 7,193 [I’m a thirsty binch okay]
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but they never mention what it does for the libido. A week separated from your lover makes the temperature rise in the kitchen.

I absolutely adore the (equally thirsty and) superb quality of blogs like @louisvuittontrashbags @diabolik-trash-heap and @hypaalicious so this is a bit of a thank you to them as well.

Can also be found on my AO3 this way

Electric

Movin’ to the tempo, show me what it takes
Speeding up my heartbeat, playing in the flames
Kiss me, we’re on fire, babe

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Ignis let out a heavy sigh as he finally pulled into the parking garage of the apartment complex. He’d spent the last week at the Citadel, poring over maps with Gladio and attending meetings with His Majesty. He’d spent more time looking at graphs, bills, and official decrees than the backs of his own eyelids. He was pretty sure that Ebony was the only thing holding him together at this point.

He leaned back, momentarily resting against the seat as he shut off the engine. It was all finally done - for the moment at least. And it was this brief reprieve that he’d been looking forward to so much. He’d missed his bed; even though the Citadel offered many luxuries, there was nothing quite like the personal space of his home.

Rounding the car to the trunk, Ignis retrieved his satchel and dufflebag, and then made a beeline to the elevator. He closed his tired eyes as the lift carried him to his floor, and then once off he trudged down the far left end of the hall and to the only door. But then his hand paused, he could’ve sworn he’d heard something, some whirring grind. Cautious now, he quietly turned the handle and slipped inside.

The smell was the first thing to hit him - it was citrus, orange perhaps, and sweet. More curious than alarmed, he straightened from his defensive stance and headed toward the kitchen.

—-

Well, this was just great. You were sure that Ignis was going to be home soon and you still hadn’t finished the cake.  And like the total NON-baker you were, you had a little mishap with the mixer - and you were nearly 100% positive that some of the frosting you had been working on was in your hair. Now you had to start over and clean up.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get any more awkward, a gentle throat clearing snagged your attention. Your breath hitched as you froze, caught, and slowly, you turned around. Standing there in the entryway - bag slung over his shoulder and hair wind-blown - was the man you’d been looking forward to seeing all evening.  You could feel yourself smile at the sight of him, your stomach twisting pleasantly as his lips twitched upward.

“Ignis!”

He dropped the bag there at the door and strode into the kitchen. His smile stretched as he stopped before you. “What a lovely surprise you make.”

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Sleepy

So I think for the first time in my life I wrote something that wasn’t smut. Enjoy this drabble based on Ignis falling asleep on the boat. He just kept doing it in my game last night and I was smitten.

It was endearing, watching Ignis struggle to not fall asleep against the gentle rocking of the boat while Noctis fished. Three times you had watched his eyes flutter shut, his head slowly falling forward and then to the side. You watched as his body rocked in time with the waves as he began to drift off. The tell-tale relaxing of his shoulders, the way the tension leaves his body as he finally starts to look like he doesn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders. The way his body slowly starts to fall to the side in time with the rocking of the boat.

It’s the best part, when he starts to fall to the side and gravity jolts him awake; when he looks around like he’s embarrassed, fixing his glasses and running his hand through his hair. The first time was funny and it had been difficult to stifle your laugh so that he wouldn’t notice you were watching, because then he would stop but now that it had been three times, and you could see that he was slowly heading to a fourth you decided to take some action.

You stood up and moved to sit next to him; he looked down at you with hazy eyes and made to say something to you but he was interrupted by what could only be described as a full body yawn. You chuckled and pulled him against you; his head against your shoulder.

“Just rest Ignis,” you said softly against his hair but it seemed that he didn’t need you to tell him. His eyes were already closing, his breathing turning even and steady as he was finally able to rest.  

A little Surprise - Gladio Amicitia

I’m not sure why, but Gladio’s part to this request was harder for me to come up with. I really hope you like the last part of your request and I apologize for stretching it into two parts – blame Iggy and his cuteness. @exosgirlinglasses88

*NSFW* below the cut

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Change of Plans - Prompto Argentum x Fem! Reader

This little request is for @a-le-lone-wolf​ I hope this is what you had in mind and that today is a better day for you :)

I love sweet Prompto and it’s been a minute since I’ve written anything for him so this was great!

Word Count: 4726

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With a heavy sigh, you flipped on the pocket flashlight clipped to your shirt. “Lights on, guys,” Prompto called the at the same moment. Four more lights flickered on to illuminate the darkened path ahead. Somewhere at the end of this godsforsaken maze of a tunnel system was a royal tomb – or so the rumor went.

“Noctis, please for the love of the six, build your tomb somewhere a little more accessible.” You shuddered as you caught sight of a large spider descending from its web not too far from your arm.

Noctis snorted but agreed as you trudged along right behind him. This made the fifth tomb you and the others had tracked down and only one of them had been an easy task. Since you had parted ways with Cor at the mouth of Keycatrich Trench, things had definitely not gotten any easier. You were thankful for the years of training and the ability to allow your mind to go blank during the heat of battle. Your body knew what to do and, coupled with the instincts of the four men that always had your back, you were certain the lot of you would see the journey to its completion.

Gladio caught Noctis’ arm and motioned for him to stop. You squatted down, leaning forward to look down over the edge of the narrow path you had been following for some time. Daemons writhed and stalked the darkness beneath you but they hadn’t noticed where your group hugged the wall several yards above them. “Something isn’t right. We haven’t faced any daemons since we entered this part of the cave.” Gladio crossed his broad arms over his chest with a thoughtful expression on his handsome features. The cut over his eye that ran perpendicular to the old one was healing nicely.

“Perhaps we should proceed with a greater deal of caution. We were warned that this area has seen a spike in daemon activity recently,” Ignis looked to his young king waiting for him to give the final say.

Noctis nodded before taking another step forward. “Keep your eyes open and watch each other’s backs,” the raven-haired young man summoned his sword before proceeding.

Gladio and Ignis naturally fell in to step close behind Noctis. You summoned your own weapon, a set of chakrams with wickedly sharp serrated edges that had been endowed with lightening magic, and followed your king. Prompto’s grip on his pistols was firm beside you, the promise of a battle heightening his senses as if he had gone through the years of Crownsguard training you had.

You were impressed with Prompto’s aim and his unfaltering loyalty. You had known the blonde jokester for several years thanks to being one of the Crownsguard members trained and intended to serve directly under Noctis. At first, you were uncertain of his intentions and had warned the prince that he shouldn’t trust anyone that would just walk up and already act as if they were friends. Prompto had denied wanting anything other than to call the prince his friend and you just couldn’t understand that. However, Prompto had grown on you with his bad jokes and adorable awkwardness anytime he released you – or any female, for that matter – had entered the room. You the five of you had departed the citadel in hopes of reaching Alitissa, Prompto had stuck close to your side and he had helped you out of a few jams in battle. He had even shared his sleeping bag with you when Noctis had gotten fish all over yours when he carelessly threw his catch into the trunk of the Regalia. You couldn’t help smiling at the thought.

Luckily, the tomb was tucked into a corner of the open cavern not too far ahead. Noctis claimed the weapon of his ancestor quickly and the five of your rushed forward towards the exit. Prompto yelped and Gladio took a defensive position as darkness rippled and filled the air blocking your escape. The daemon that appeared from the inky mist was absolutely huge with jagged, sharp teeth and a strange misshapen form. “What the hell is that thing?” Prompto asked as he aimed his firearms towards the oozing mass.

“What’s the plan?” Noctis shot a nervous look at the resident strategist as he planted his feet, sword drawn.

Iggy summoned his polearm, not willing to risk getting too close. “Until we know it’s weaknesses, use long range weapons and stay out of reach of those…tentacles?” His brows drew together in uncertainty.

A volley of shots rang out, echoing off the cave walls as Prompto fired several rounds into the mass of slithering goo. The bullets, coated in a white hot flame, appeared to burn the gel-like substance the creature was made of and pieces of its exterior burned away. “Hi there, opening,” Prompto snapped in another magazine before firing another round at the damaged area.

“Let’s see how you like a little electricity,” you grunted as you threw each of your chakrams forward. Your heart soared as the electrified circular blades sliced through the creature before the special magnets in your gloves drew the blades back to you.

The daemon howled in pain. Fury made the creature lash out, its tentacles extending forward in search of a target. Gladio and Noctis managed to fend off the appendages easily but one slithered forward and wrapped itself around Noct’s exposed calf. He gasped in pain before Gladio used his greatsword to sever the tentacle from its master. In its place, an angry red welt bubbled on the surface of the king’s skin as if he had been doused in acid.

Ignis called for everyone to regroup as he finished his scan of the enemy. “The only weakness I’m detecting is one to lightening magic. It doesn’t appear to be weaker against any type of weapons.” Ignis used his polearm to block another tentacle as he searched for purchase.  

Glancing over, you noticed the sweat dotting Noct’s forehead and the welt on his leg looked to be getting worse. “Gladio, get Noctis out of here. Iggy, you and Prompto watch their backs on the way out.” You got into position before slinging your weapons at the beast once more. It’s angered screams rattled your bones as you caught of the circular blades before sending it right back at the daemon again. Gladio nodded, understanding that Noctis’ life could be hanging in the balance. He shot you a look, one that you knew was meant to be encouraging and thankful, before helping Noctis to the side. Your attacks had drawn the attentions of the oozing nuisance away from the path and towards you.

“I’m not leaving you,” Prompto took aim and sent another round of fire-charged bullets into the target. He had created a large area where the protective gooey layer had broken away to reveal it’s more sensitive inner layer.

Focusing your attentions on the weakness, you sent your next attack there. “I can handle one extra-large booger with a case of the grab hands by myself. Make sure his majesty is okay and I’ll meet you guys at the haven.” The creature roared as your blades sliced through its exposed skin, a dark purple liquid spilling out of the cut. You dodged it’s counter attack as you caught your returning chakrams with ease.

Prompto started to protest again but Ignis stopped him. You missed whatever he said as a tentacle licked at the exposed skin of your arm and you bit the inside of your lip until you tasted the mettle tang of blood to fight back your scream. Your skin bubbled up at the contact but you continued your attacks. Ignis pushed Prompto towards the door before fending off several attacks of his own. “While I admire your tenacity,” Ignis gracefully vaulted to the side, taking off another tentacle, “you cannot hope to defeat this creature on your own.”

Grunting as you slid across the damp floor of the cave to grab your blade before it spun out of reach, you turned as used your momentum to sling it with the added force as the creature. “I’m not planning on dying in here, Iggy, but I’ve got my own promises to keep. Besides, I’m tougher than I look,” you shot him a trademark smirk before firing another round of attacks.

During his own attacks, Ignis had moved closer to the exit of the cave. The creature had shifted its position so that there was barely any room to escape passed its acidic coating. “I did not mean to imply you were not skilled.”

You caught the nervous look in Ignis’ green eyes as he glanced at his fading escape route. It was now or never and he knew it. “You have an oath to fulfill, Scientia, and dying in this cave is not going to help our king take back his kingdom.” You hissed as welts appeared on your leg, some of the acid-like mucus dripping from your blade onto your exposed skin. “Do me a favor, though?”

“Anything?” Ignis answered immediately. He made his dash towards the exit but turned as he pulled a spell bottle from his pocket and pulling the top.

Another roar ripped through the cavern at your latest attack. “If I don’t make it out of here, tell blondie that…that I wish I could’ve told him I loved him. That I wish things were different.” Tears stung your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

“Of course.” You caught the sad smile of the strategist’s face before he tossed the bottle at the creature. His attack hit its mark and the creature seemed to falter for a moment. Its forward motion blocked the path completely, cutting you off from your only chance of escape.

The others waited for days at the haven a few miles from the entrance to the cave system. Thanks to a couple potions, Noctis had nearly made a full recovery. His leg was still sore and thin pink ring wrapped around his calf but he was able to put his full weight onto his leg and no permanent damage seemed to have been done. It was pure luck that the others had made it out unscathed. However, there had been no sign of you since Ignis left you to deal with the monster.

The fire popped and hissed as Gladio stoked its flames to ensure its continued burning. He fell back into his chair heavily as silence washed over the group. They needed to move on, to see that their quest was fulfilled, but none of them felt good about leaving you. Prompto had wanted to run back into the cave several times but the others wouldn’t allow it saying that the creature could still be lurking and that he didn’t need see what may have been done to you.

Ignis had relayed your message once camp had been set up and Prompto had taken his heavy words with more grace than any of them knew he was capable of. He had been remarkably silent as the days passed, only commenting on going back to search for you. He sat in his chair with one near pulled to his chest, his pale freckled face resting against it. His eyes were red rimmed but no one had actually seen him cry. His bottom lip was raw where he had chewed it incessantly in worry. His blue eyes were nearly grey, awash of their normal bright color, as he stared into the licking flames. “I love her,” he spoke so quietly that Noctis, who was seated directly beside him, nearly missed it.

“What was that?” Gladio looked up from his book in concern. He had read and reread the same page at least a dozen times without their meaning sticking in his mind.

Prompto whimpered, a low sound that akin to a groan but filled with heartbreak, as he pulled his eyes to the starless night above the group. “I love her and I never told her.” He spoke evenly but his voice cracked halfway through the sentence. “…and I left her.” Hot tears spilled from his eyes and he made no move to stop them.

“You did as you were asked, as you had sworn to do in the name of the crown,” Ignis attempted to console the resident sharpshooter as he leaned over to place a gloved hand on his back. Prompto shuttered under the gesture but didn’t try to shove him off. “I believe (y/n) knew of your feelings and felt the same.”

Standing so quickly that the lawn chair he had just been using flipped backwards, Prompto stood and clenched his hands hard enough that his knuckles turned white where they peaked from beneath his gloves. “That doesn’t make it okay! You said it yourself, long range weapons were the way to go and instead of backing her up like I should have, I turned a ran out of there. Her blood is on my hands,” Prompto visibly shook as he squeezed his eyes shut. Turning on his heel, he entered the tent for some semblance of privacy.

Noctis stood to follow his best friend but Gladio stopped him with a tug at his shirt and a shake of his head. “Nothing you can do to make this any better, Noct. Give him some space.”

The young king opened his mouth to respond when he felt his pocket vibrate. Fishing his phone out, he swiped across the screen to answer the call. “Cindy,” he greeted her with mock cheerfulness.

“Hey there, prince. Found something I think you and your friends might be needing. Fixed ‘er up for you and got it all ready for you to pick up.” Shuffling and the sound of metal on metal filtered through the phone as if Cindy was currently waist deep in the hood of a car with the phone sandwiched to her ear. “When do you think y’all will be this way?”

Noctis offered one last look towards the tent before getting the attention of Ignis. “Tomorrow. We’ll be there by noon.”

You sat by Cid, just inside the garage when a flash of light caught your attention. The Regalia pulled off the road and parked by the pumps. Ignis immediately got to work filling the tank as the others climbed out. Noctis seemed fine but each of them looked more tired and worn out than you had ever seen them. Prompto’s hair hung limply, still damp from a recent washing as if he hadn’t bothered to fix it. He was pale his eyes had lost the beautiful sparkle you loved so much. You heart broke at his appearance. Your instinct was to stand but Cid stopped you with a shake of his head.

The old mechanic was in the process of changing the dressing over the wound on your arm. It was the deepest cut and the reason you had lost so much blood. The hunters that had found you had stitched up the worst of your wounds and done their best to keep you alive. Cid had taken over tending to your wounds when the hunters had left your unconscious form with the grease monkeys that knew you. His movements seemed practiced as he finished securing the gauze and wrapping it all in a self-adhesive bandage. “They’ll see you soon enough,” Cid chuckled before checking you over one last time.

If you said you weren’t sore, you would’ve been lying. Your body ached all over but other than the deep gash on your arm, your other injuries resembled small scratches now. A new scar cut its way across your bottom lip, splitting the naturally rosy skin at one side and a few others littered your legs but you would be right as rain in a few days. After you had escaped the cave, you had sent your location to someone you knew was in the area. You were too busted up to make it back to camp where the other waited and you could already feel the blood loss making your beaten body sluggish as the adrenaline wore off. Cor had sent a team of hunters after you as soon as he received the message knowing something was wrong. You were already unconscious when they found you not for from the mouth of the cave, your chakrams still coated in the acidic mucus.

Cindy’s lilting voice drew you from your thoughts as she greeted your friends. Cid helped you to stand on your bad knee – wrapped in a supportive brace after you had taken a particularly nasty fall onto it during the battle – and walked with you towards the entrance of the garage. “Reckon she belongs to y’all,” Cindy drawled as Cid helped you stand just beside her.

Your name left Ignis in a surprised gasp. Gladio moved to support you and carefully wrapped you in a welcomed hug. Noctis was next followed by a stiff Ignis. You assured each of them that you were fine, just a little sore, when you noticed Prompto hadn’t moved. His jaw hung loosely, his mouth open and his cheeks tinted an adorable shade of pink. As you watched him, his eyes began to turn, burning with the icy fire you admired so much before he took a shaky step towards you. He whispered your name before taking another step. “Y-you’re really here?”

Laughing, you did your best to look confident despite allowing Gladio to support some of your weight. “I couldn’t let some daemon do me in before I beat you at King’s Knight,” you smiled as tears stung your eyes.

Prompto took the last several steps separating the two of you and pulled you carefully against his chest. His arms around your waist supported your weight effortlessly as he crushed his lips to yours. Not caring that five of people stood as your audience, you tangled your fingers into his incredibly soft blonde fringe to pull him closer to you.

When the two of you finally parted, your both panted slightly and Gladio whistled. “That’s sure as hell been a long time coming,” he chuckled.

Your group was back on the road the next day after the others had helped Cindy out with a favor as payment for taking you in. Ignis set the course for Galden Quey, happy to agree to the notion that you all deserved a few days’ rest and relaxation. Noct still wasn’t one hundred percent and you knew you still looked pretty rough. Gladio seemed excited at the prospect of getting his early morning workouts in on the beach and Ignis was content to learn a bit more of how to prepare a few more dishes with the fish Noctis liked to catch.

Prompto supported you as you slightly limped up to the front desk. You had fully expected the employee to hand over a key to one room – your typical arrangements put you on the couch to avoid being subjected to unwanted cuddling or groping by a sleeping man – and was surprised when Prompto accepted a second key. “I thought we could use some time…to ourselves,” he blushed a bright red as he helped you towards your room. It was separated from the others’ by a few apparently empty rooms and was tucked into a corner of the building overlooking the sea.

You caught the obscene motion Gladio had tried to shoot Prompto without your noticing and the smirk that Noctis made no move of hiding. Ignis pushed his glasses up and nodded, offering a true smile. “I believe the two of you have more than earned some privacy. If you feel like joining us for dinner, we shall save you both seats at dinner.” The strategist hurried the others into their room. He shot you a wink as Prompto opened your own door.

Two of the four walls that made up the room were entirely glass as they stared out over the calm blue ocean. Light poured into the room and everything was decorated in pale calming colors. “How much did this cost?” you breathed in awe as you stood by the glass wall. It felt as if you were floating over the ocean.

“Iggy arranged it,” Prompto sheepishly pulled you towards the bed to get you off your feet. “He told me what you said.”

Blood rushed to your own cheeks as you studied him carefully. Other than the heated kiss the two of you had shared in hammerhead that morning, you hadn’t spoken about your feelings or made any other advances. Prompto had held your hand the entire drive to the beach having forced Noctis to allow him to sit in the back with you. “I’m glad he did. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it out of there and I didn’t want to die without having told you…that idea seemed worse than dying,” you confessed.

“When I looked back and saw that you weren’t following Ignis out of the cave, they had to force me back to the camp. I tried to go after you a few times but they stopped me.” His arms were careful not to hurt you as he pulled you against him. “I love you,” he whispered into your ear and shuddered at the sensation of his hot breath tickling your skin.

No more words were needed as clothing was shed. Prompto was so careful not to jostle your knee too much or to put pressure on your bandaged arm. His lips ghosted over your new scars and his fingers danced lightly over you sensitive skin. You couldn’t help giggling as you ran your fingers over his freckled chest and sculpted muscles. The evening sun that washed into the room made him glow as if he were truly composed of light. You would have sworn you had fallen into bed with an Astral.

His fingers dipped down to your slit and something close to a growl and a needy moan slipped from his lips as he felt how wet, how ready for him you were without much foreplay. His cock was throbbing and pulsing and you hadn’t even touched him yet. “You’re sure?” His breathy whisper was soft as his eyes stared into yours. They were brighter than you had ever seen them. Like jewels shimmering in the light of the sun.

Breathless, you nodded and worried your bottom lip. Prompto gently pulled at your chin to free it so that he could kiss you properly. The head of his swollen length pressed against your clit before he pushed into your entrance slowly. Your eyes fluttered shut and the soft moan that left you was the most beautiful sound Prompto had ever heard. Though he was thick and larger than you had expected, your body took him effortlessly as if you were made for one another. Once he was fully seated within you, he stilled so that you could both revel in the fullness and the perfection of your union.

Your hips bucked against him and you dug your fingernails into his shoulders before you managed to open your eyes. Prompto was staring at you with such devotion and love in his eyes that it was nearly enough to have you a shaking mess already. “Move,” you whimpered as you ground yourself against him.

Neither of you were hurried and the pace he set was slow and sweet and sensual. Neither of you cared much about teasing the other at that moment. It was all about feeling and conveying emotion. Prompto peppered every inch of the skin he could reach with light, feathery kisses and you traced your fingers over his entire body. You both wanted to commit the other to memory, washed in the light of the evening sun with the blissful ocean and the Astrals themselves as your witnesses.

Prompto changed his angle slightly and you moaned, you back coming off the bed at his ministrations. “Found it,” Prompto chuckled against your neck as he sucked gently at the skin. He wasn’t being rough enough to mark you but it was enough to send and added layer of heat towards your core. He focused his efforts on repeating his motions and moved a hand to cup your breast, toying with the nipple.

Your body naturally moved and rolled in time with his efforts. You had never fit with another person so effortlessly and you couldn’t help gasping as the pleasure built inside your body. “Prom-Prompto,” you panted. Your brain was struggling to string together the proper words but the marksman kissed you sweetly and his hands snaked southward between your bodies as if he knew what you needed. The callouses of his fingers added to the stimulation as he pressed harshly against your swollen clit. You moaned into his mouth and Prompto eagerly released your lips so that he could enjoy your sounds.

Spreading your legs wider, Prompto adjusted himself so that he could move at a much quicker pace inside you. Despite the force behind his thrusts and the need etched into his handsome features, his grip on you was soft and guiding as he was aware of your still weakened state. His finger moved quickly against your clit and you felt the floodwalls inside you beginning to crack. “Let go for me, sweetie. Come all over me,” he begged you in a voice that was deeper and gruffer than you had ever heard from him. Gasping, your body exploded in the most earthshattering orgasm you had ever felt. Your body quaked and you careened beneath Prompto. He carefully held you as stationary as he could so that he could help push you through your orgasm, his fingers still working in time with his cock. Warmth raced through your veins as you searched out his lips, in need of another connection between the two of you.

Prompto nipped at your lip, his teeth knocking against yours in need as his motions became sloppy. You wrapped your uninjured leg, still shaking and weak, around his waist to pull him closer and he grunted as you dug your heel into his ass. “I-I’m gonna –“ he panted in warning and you swallowed his whimpers with your mouth.

“That’s it, Prom. Fill me.” Your words seamed to light a fire in him as his pace picked up. A few more snaps of his hips and Prompto buried himself inside you as he released. You both gasped and panted as the feelings of him doing as you asked, of you both belonging so completely to the other.

Prompto fell beside you, pulling you close so that he could trace invisible patterns over your flushed skin. You ran a shaky hand through your hair before he brought it to his lips, kissing the palm. “Wow,” you breathed as a warm smile painted your lips.

A boyish giggle escaped him. “Wow is right. Way better than talking.”

It was your turn to laugh. “I love you, Prompto Argemtum,” you swore in an airy voice as if you had just accepted another duty from the king himself.

Fingers traced along your inner thigh sending shivers through you. “I love you,” he smiled but his eyes grew wide as he withdrew his hand. His fingers were covered in a mixture of the two of you where it spilled down your legs. His grin was impish as he stared at his fingers. “We, uh, made a mess. Sorry.”

Smirking, you sucked Prompto’s fingers clean, giggling at the shock written all over his face. You weren’t worried about the consequences of your coupling, knowing you could pick up a potion in the morning that would take care of it all. You swirled your tongue around his finger once before releasing it from your mouth with a wet pop. “Don’t be sorry. I asked for it.” You winked and sultrily brushed your hair away from your shoulder. Despite the sweet and vanilla session the two of you had just shared, you actually enjoyed things a little…dirtier usually.

Prompto’s eyes resembled saucers as he watched you with a hungry expression on his face. “Change of plans. We’re not going to make it to dinner if you can go another round,” he spoke in a strangled voice.

Laughing, you moved to straddle the blonde. “I’m no quitter,” you shot him a wink.

shadow-hokage  asked:

Reader and Noctis are married and after the 10 year wait, they reunite but when Noctis has to go fight Ardyn, the reader is worried about him and he comforts her and a smut scene happens. Then after that, the reader tells Noctis that she loves him and will be waiting for him once the fight ends. And they see each other in the afterlife.

Whew, so this request covered a lot of ground and I only hope that this is something like what you were looking for! I love Older Noctis! This was my first Noctis fic and I’m excited to see it finished. 

Some smut below cut! 

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Monotone

I started with angst, dipped into fluff for a bit, then this slowly became my first ever attempt at dirty talk. 

I need a drink. 

Tagging the senpais: @roses-and-oceans @cupnoodle-queen @gladiolus-mamacitia @itshaejinju 

Monotone

IgnisXReader
NSFW
Word Count: 2,597

Originally posted by littletaro


“How long are you going to keep this up?” You ask, but Ignis just turns his back to you again with his hands pressed against the shower wall and letting the hot water run down his back. Trying to jump in the shower with your boyfriend had backfired, with him brushing you off and you feel a little silly because you realized that bribing him with sex wasn’t a real way to solve the problem. 

There was no harm in trying, but when he just said ‘I was just about to get out’ in his typical, monotone voice, you can’t help but feel pissed off. If you thought Ignis sleeping on the couch or him not coming home until after you were asleep made you feel low, his emotionless voice always made you feel horrid. You preferred hearing him scream and yell at you, but when he was only speaking to you in a monotone voice…

It was almost like he didn’t care about you at all. 

“It’s been almost a week, Ignis. What, am I not allowed to have any guy friends? Am I not allowed to have a drink with a coworker after work if he happens to be of the opposite sex? If Nyx was a girl, you wouldn’t be having any problems with this, and you know it," 

Still no response. You’re full on crying now at this point, because you’re done with this. This stupid fucking stalemate all because he caught you being a little tipsy with Nyx after work. 

"Do you want to break up with me?” The words burn as they leave your mouth-this isn’t what you wanted. You had hoped Ignis would come to his senses and realize he was being a jealous prick, but if this was how he was going to act, you figured maybe it was better to end things now before you got hurt any more. 

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A Little Request - Chocobros

Request from @choco-hoes : How the boys would react if you asked them to wear a pair of panties.

Alright, so I’ve changed this around somewhat from the original request just because I was having trouble making it work for how I write the guys. That being said, I hope this still fills your request and that you enjoy them. I’ve done my best to write this so as not to indicate the gender of the reader. Things get a little heated.

Definitely some NSFW content ahead.

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Chocobro Tent Cuddles!

(I mostly just drew this as an excuse for more Promptio because…they own me)

I was also really curious about the type of underwear each of the bros wears for, um, reasons. IMO Gladio and Noctis prefer tight boxer-briefs, while Prompto tends to wear boxers that are a little on the too-big side and keep sliding down his skinny widdle hips (Yes, that’s Kenny Crow printed on them, he likes character underwear, too). Iggy strikes me as a briefs kinda guy - all business, even in the pants department.

Sorry-not-sorry for Noct in socks.

Trying to color-fy this, but I am shit at coloring so expect delays D: 

Comments/suggestions welcome!