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Noct is afflicted with a status effect they've never dealt with. It isn't quite what they expected.
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“So remind me what the hell we're after again?” Gladio grunted, tugging Noctis through the bushes behind him. They had asked if they could take an alternate route to the hunt site, but Ignis had insisted the most direct path was the best. It would provide them cover in the bushes should they need it.
“A basilisk. You're familiar with them I assume,” he replied.
“Well, yeah...”
“I'm not! What are we looking out for?” Prompto chirped behind him. Ignis ducked below a tree branch, pushing up his glasses that had slid down his face and peering around a boulder. When nothing ambushed them he waved them on.
“Sharp spurrs, and a sharper tail. However you must be sure to avoid its gaze first and foremost. It has the power to petrify one at a glance.”
“It what now?” Prompto asked.
“Petrification. I'll admit I've never seen it in person. From what little texts that have been written about it, some talk about becoming still as stone, others mention bouts of freezing. There is no definitive answer, however I doubt it's pleasant regardless.”
They stumbled across a large tail feather on the ground as long as two or three of them laid end to end. Prompto bent down to peer at it.
“Okay, that's kinda freaky...”
Noctis leered at him with a grin.
“I thought you liked birds.”
Prompto stood and frowned at Noctis.
“I like chocobos. I don't like things big enough to eat me.”
Ignis had stepped past the feather and held out his hand to silence them.
“I've found it.”
The bird was strolling around the clearing, pecking at the trees and completely oblivious to the fact that it was being watched. Ignis kneeled with them and drew close.
“Noct, you'll need to be a distraction, you're quicker than the rest of us. Gladio and I will need to take it down while it's distracted, otherwise it will be too agile to hit. Prompto, stay at a distrance and fire from there, you'll be best able to see when it's getting too close to any of us and you're in the least amount of danger.”
The plan was set.
Prompto snuck around the perimeter of the clearing, looking for a good vantage point. So far he had escaped notice, but halfway through he stepped on a branch with a loud crack and the creature swung its head towards him. He was still deciding whether to run or shoot when Noctis's voice came from across the clearing.
“C'mere you stupid bird!”
The stupid bird diverted its attention from Prompto and he darted to a boulder on the far reaches of the clearing. In a flash Noctis was out of reach again and Ignis and Gladio took the chance to jump in while he warped around the clearing.
“Noct, at this rate it will wear us out! Pick a spot out of reach and stay there!” Ignis ordered. Noctis scoffed but obeyed. He lodged his sword up into a tree and hung, praying he was high enough. The first time the bird lunged, Ignis jumped and deflected it and Noctis tried to wrench his blade free so he could go even higher. The second time it got him by the ankle and he lost his grip on his sword with a startled cry as he started to fall. Gladio launched himself in his direction, breaking his fall by sending him skidding away from them. Noctis groaned in pain and scrambled to his feet when he saw the bird turn in his direction. He called his sword and reared back to throw it, when he caught the birds eye. His body stiffened as a fear overcame him. He was going to die, of this he was absolutely sure. He could hear them yelling, but his body wouldn't move. He didn't even have the ability to flinch as the bird drew nearer until, finally, Gladio's massive figure came in from the side and with a smattering of blood jammed his broadsword into the creatures neck. It struggled and gave a last cry before it stilled.
Gladio stomped over and grabbed Noctis by the shoulder.
“What the hell was that?!” he demanded. He expected Noctis to laugh it off, or shrug, or even get angry. What he didn't expect was for Noctis to turn his wide eyed gaze on him and break free of his grasp to stagger backwards. Before Gladio could say anything, Prompto came bounding up.
“Dude, that was some fall, you okay?” he asked, reaching out for him. Noctis put more distance between them.
“Get the hell away from me..!” he shouted. Prompto looked equal parts confused and hurt. Noctis, meanwhile, looked around him and when his eyes landed on Ignis approaching he nearly tripped over himself running towards him and hiding his body behind him.
“Noct, are you-- Oh!” Ignis looked at him in surprise as he practically used him as a human barrier. His hand came up to the back of his head as he studied him, petting it absentmindedly while he stood absolutely still, staring at their companions.
“Why the hell's he so scared?” Prompto asked.
“Scared? He's--”
“-- Petrified,” Ignis finished grimly.
Along the way back to camp they ran into 3 voretooths, 8 sabertusks, a dualhorn, and a friendly young wild chocobo who followed them curiously (much to Prompto's delight) for a good 10 minutes. Ignis couldn't help counting because Noctis froze in fear at the sight of every single one. As well as a frog who croaked loudly as they passed. Ignis would have to stop and speak low, comforting things to him to ease him out of his tension. It was strange, seeing him act almost normally until he was confronted with... Well anything it seemed like.
Back at the campsite, Noctis wouldn't let Prompto or Gladio within a few feet of him.
“Come, Noct, these are your friends. They're hardly anything to be afraid of,” Ignis said softly, still brushing his hand through his hair as Noctis tucked himself under his arm.
“Wait, so how come he isn't afraid of you?” Prompto asked.
“I'd been wondering that myself, and I think it's likely I'm the most familiar thing here. Remember I've been allaying his fears since we were very young. The mind can only take so much fear.”
Ignis had talked him down by evening, and managed to get him into the tent with Prompto and Gladio. However, when Prompto reached to put out the lantern, Noctis grabbed him in a panic.
“Wait. You're turning that off?”
“Uh, yeah? To, like, go to bed?” Prompto responded with a worried look at Ignis. Noctis shifted then slipped out of his sleeping bag.
“Yeah, I think I'll just... Sleep out by the fire...”
The three of them stared blankly.
“You're seriously afraid of the dark now?” Gladio asked, baffled.
“I can't sleep in the dark!”
“Dude, yesterday morning you cussed out the sun for waking you up too early!”
Ignis held up a hand, readjusting the glasses back on his face and heaving himself up with a sigh.
“You two sleep, I'll keep watch.”
Noctis collapsed heavily into a chair by the fire and Ignis joined him.
“I know I said I was coming out here to sleep, but I dunno if I'm gonna be able to... Out here with all these daemons...”
Ignis frowned.
“Would you rather sleep in the tent?”
A shake of the head.
Ignis sighed and stood.
“I'll make the coffee then,” he offered, kissing the top of Noctis's head as he passed.
A low whistle caught Ignis's attention as he was fighting to stay awake in the rising sun.
“You guys stay up all night?” Gladio asked. Ignis sighed and stood, stretching his limbs and ambling over to the stove and pouring more hot water.
“I'm afraid so....” he turned to Prompto, who was ducking out of the tent, and smiled apologetically.
“You may have to drive for today.”
Noctis bolted upright in his seat.
“Hell no.”
“Hey!”
“Gladio?” Ignis tried.
“Mm. If I have to.”
They heard no objection from Noctis, but he sat close to Ignis in the back seat.
“So where're we headed?”
Ignis pulled out his phone, scanning the screen before answering.
“Meldacio, it's the only place that seems to have what we'll need.”
“And what's that?”
“Something entitled a Gold Needle, at least by the hunters guild.”
Noctis leered at him.
“I don't like needles...”
“No, you never have. But it's the best chance we've got.”
They all looked at the delicate needle resting in Ignis's palm. It was so small, what could it possibly do?
“So... How is this,” Prompto emphasized by gesturing at the needle, “supposed to help us with this,” he finished by pointing at Noctis.
“Well, it was a long held belief that fear was an essence that travelled through the blood. Bloodletting was frequently used to treat patients with nervous disorders. We've since learned that isn't true of course, but I suppose that was the inspiration. Now, they are laced with a spell, and when you prick your skin--”
Noctis interrupted with a shake of his head.
“No way, that is the exact opposite of what I wanna do with this thing.”
Ignis reached for his hand but he pulled away.
No, Ignis would have to be tactical about this.
In order to get Noctis to trust him again, he made a big show of handing the needle off to Gladio, who slipped it back into Ignis's hand when they got the chance. Still, his gaze was always shifting towards him, expecting something. Wisely, Ignis thought. The drive to Galdin was not an issue, trying to get Noctis onto the pier or anywhere near the water was.
“C'mon dude that spot looks perfect for fishing!” Prompto tried. Noctis looked skeptically at the dock.
“Out there? By deep water? No thanks.”
“Now Noct, we won't be on the pier long, we've just got to reach the hotel...” Ignis pleaded a little. Noctis only crossed his arms stubbornly. Ignis smiled slyly.
“Well if you'd rather camp, there's a perfectly good campsite down by the water, around where the tide comes in to the rocks...”
Noctis took the bait.
“Fine.... Hotel it is.”
Ignis insisted Noctis be allowed to shower first, it would give him time to formulate a plan. He was sorting laundry when the opportunity fell into his lap. Rather, onto the floor. If he could count on one thing, it was Noctis being untidy. As he walked out in fresh clothes, shaking out his hair, his old clothes dropped to his feet.
“No, off the floor. I'm doing laundry tomorrow, bring them here.”
Noctis sighed but bent down to pick them back up, and Ignis used the chance to slip his hand into his pocket to retrieve the needle. He kept it hidden in his palm until the last minute when Noctis's hand brushed his. Then he gripped Noctis's wrist and poked his palm just enough to draw blood. The look of betrayal Noctis wore almost made him feel guilty. Almost. Until he could see Noctis swaying on his feet and yawning. He cradled him before he could drop into a dead sleep on the floor. In his tired state, he needed Gladio's help getting Noctis to the empty bed.
“So you put him to sleep?”
“He only needed to sleep it off, really. The problem was he wouldn't.”
On a whim, he climbed into bed next to Noctis, who clung to him even in his sleep.
Noct:
- He’s autistic too so he gets stuff the others don’t.
- He’s more turned into his partners shut downs/meltdowns and when they’re gonna happen
- And also more aware of what to do when they happen
- Since he shuts down too
- He is however not very good at picking up or articulating emotions
- So communication between the two can get difficult and frustrating.
Ignis:
- He is very aware of sensory aversions
- Especially taste and smell
- He knows all his partner’s favorites and what they absolutely hate
- He will warn them if he’s cooking something they can’t stand
- He has a problem with samefood partners
- He tries not to show it, but he gets disappointed that he can’t get them to try something new or show off to them
- And having to cook 2 different meals for himself and them takes a lot of work sometimes
- But he never gets angry or frustrated about it
Gladio:
- If his partner needs to pressure stim he is 100% down to lay on them or some such
- No need for weighted blankets when you can sleep with your enormous boyfriend on you!
- Sometimes they sit on his lap and sometimes he sits on theirs.
- But he can be a bit rough other times
- He doesn’t quite get sensory/touch aversion yet and he has a hard time telling when its okay and not okay
- His partner doesn’t blame him but it can lead to difficulties and sometimes arguments
- But he loves them and always makes it up to them and tries to remember to like just ask or something
Prompto:
- He looooves hearing about his partner’s SpIns
- Like he will get really excited with them whenever he hears about it
- He’s always encouraging them to talk about it
- Sometimes he will use the promise of infodumping as a bribe
- It doesn’t always work after their partner figures out he’ll gladly listen anyways
- Sometimes he’s too loud though
- He gets excited and rambunctious and when he gets like that he’s loud
- But he’s become more aware of his partners body language
- And also makes them feel welcome to tell him anytime hes being too loud
- Or just hit him when they can’t talk
The car hummed along, bumping down the coastal highway at a surprisingly reasonable speed. You didn't really peg Ardyn for a law abiding citizen, then again he always avoided drawing unnecessary attention to himself. Most of the time. You stretched and glanced sideways at your driving companion. He always looked so laid back when he drove, in a way that wasn't fake. His easy smile always rested on his handsome face. Yet you knew there was something else there usually, something he kept hidden from you and the rest of the world. Something you hoped to allay one day, if you could. You were so lost in thought you hadn't noticed him looking at you out of the corner of his eye, and his smile turned a little smug.
“Does my driving concern you, dear, or is there something else you need?” he asked, his voice saccharine. You huffed and flushed, looking back out the window.
“Don't flatter yourself.”
His laughter trickled over you.
“Oh I needn't do so, dearest. Not with you here.”
It was true you stroked his ego probably more than you should.
“You've still not answered my question,” he said suddenly. It took you a second to realize what he was talking about as you reclined in your seat.
“It was nothing important.”
He didn't press, just made a non-committal hum.
Several minutes had passed. You were focused on your phone, playing a game, when you felt a pressure on your knee. Your eyes flitted past your phone to see Ardyn's hand simply resting there. Your eyes trailed up his arm to look at his face, which was as impassive as it ever was, and he was not looking at you. You figured this was just one of the ways he was deciding to show affection. He was a bit strange with things like this, and you still hadn't quite figured him out yet. You mostly let him do whatever as long as it doesn't hurt (when you don't want it to, at least) and he pretty much listens when you're serious about it. Then, after a moment, you noticed his hand was moving up your leg towards your thigh. At first, you simply watched, trying to determine whether he was actually doing what you thought he was doing. He was. His hand squeezed your thigh on its way to your skirt, making you squirm in your seat.
“Ardyn.... What are you doing...?” you asked, not entirely displeased. It must have shown in your voice because his smile widened microscopically, though he didn't look at you.
“As you said, 'nothing important'.”
Ardyn was a damn liar. Well... You knew that already, but it was like his entire being existed to torment you. Barely 3 minutes had passed before his hand continued its journey up your skirt, pressing a few fingers against your clothed heat. You didn't bother trying to keep yourself from scooting your hips closer to his hand and letting out appreciative noises. His fingers stayed tauntingly out of reach, only stroking your clit lightly outside your panties making you squirm. The feeling was making you excited, and it was only after a little teasing that this fingers came away slick.
“You seem to be lacking a tremendous amount of self-control, sunshine. That's unfortunate for you,” he said, still not looking at you. You pouted, but gasped when he stroked it away.
“W-What are you talking about?”
Ardyn simply sat quietly, his fingers starting to dig into the fabric of your underwear.
“You're not to come,” he said simply. You blinked at him, trying to figure out if you heard him right.
“What?!”
“I don't believe I mumbled, but if it bears repeating, so be it. If you climax, you will be punished.”
Ardyn's fingers were quick to peel away the fabric and dig under it, but you didn't mistake it for eagerness. No this man had enough patience to make you want to scream sometimes. This was purely for your benefit, or detriment, depending how you looked at it. The touches were light to start off, one or two of them running the length of your slit and occasionally a calloused tip would brush against your clit. It made your hips squirm but ultimately, you were able to gaze out the window and do your best to put it out of your mind. It wasn't constant, sometimes he would go seconds or minutes just resting, and you were dismayed to find how much it frustrated you. Not only that, but the anticipation heightened your senses. Soon afterwards, every delicate stroke felt like a small electric shock, and it was becoming more difficult to keep your mind busy.
“This certainly doesn't bode well for you, does it?” he remarked lightly. You groaned and gripped his arm, trying to move it. He responded by squeezing your thigh.
“Ah, did I not mention? Interfering is also punished.”
The real struggle came when Ardyn slipped his fingers just barely inside you, and then back out. Never quite breaching you but the silent promise was beginning to drive you up the wall. Not only that but it was soaking you and that was getting uncomfortable. You just wanted your underwear off and some part of him inside you. Thus far, you'd done a decent job of keeping quiet at least. Until the car rolled to a stop at a light, and another convertible sidled up alongside in the next lane. Even though you knew Ardyn would try something, it still caught you by surprise when he suddenly plunged a finger completely inside you. You brought a fist up to your mouth to keep quiet, and stared resolutely ahead, just as Ardyn was. He kept thrusting his finger at an almost agonizing pace, occasionally curling it just right with every push in. It took all your stength to keep quiet until the light turned, and the car reached speeds that let the wind carry your moans away.
By now, you'd stopped bothering to try and keep quiet and ignore it. With two fingers thrusting and curling inside you, and his thumb stroking your clit in strong circles it was nearly impossible to ignore. For all your moaning and writhing, Ardyn did not look at you once. You couldn't even detect any minute change of facial expression. Not that you were too focused on looking, or keeping your eyes open for that matter. Several times you found yourself clutching at his arm, having to force yourself to let go so as not to interfere.
“Ardyn please... W-Wait I can't...” you tried deterring him. It seemed to only make him thrust his fingers faster. You knew it was fruitless to try and keep yourself from tipping over the edge, but you wanted to prove him wrong. The pleasure was coiling in your abdomen, spiking every time he pressed down on your clit.
“I can't hold back... Ardyn....” you pleaded again. He was merciless. Curling his fingers right into that spot inside you that made you gasp and cling to his arm, arching your back. He pressed on it relentlessly, causing your body to tremble and your moans to get louder and louder until you couldn't take it anymore. Pleasure flooded through your body and you tightened around his fingers as a climax overtook you. To his credit, he stroked you through it until you started to come down, and he pulled his fingers from you. They hovered at your lips and you flushed as you took them in, tasting yourself. To your surprise Ardyn said nothing, but you knew you were in for it.
Either Ardyn had timed his attack perfectly or you were completely unlucky, as mere minutes after you lost control he pulled up to a hotel. He said nothing, or perhaps you just didn't hear him over the pounding of your heart, as he climbed out of the car to go in and book a room. The locks (now useful since the top was up) sounded menacing and you hated the way it excited you. He really had you trained for all his sick games. You were tense from the anticipation, from the drive to the room, to feeling him pushing a bag in your arms to carry inside. The whole time he didn't talk to you, but his face was pleasantly neutral, if it weren't for the fact that he never let naything go, you would have thought he'd forgotten about his game. The one you hadn't signed up for, you would remind him later.
The second the door was closed and you'd dropped your bag on the floor, he was on you. His hand gripping your wrist and tugging you over to stand at the foot of the bed where he sat.
“Surely you didn't forget,” he said, feigning surprise at your gasp.
“How could I...?” you said wearily. His gloved hands were already working on stripping you of your clothes, and despite his quickness you had no hope of releasing for a second time anytime soon. If this punishment was to be like any of the others he ever dealt.
“Well, I've noted you have a remarkable talent for disobeying instructions,” he replied hautily. You pouted at him, trying to hide a soft moan as he grazed his palm over your exposed breasts.
“O-Oh come on. How the hell was I supposed to do that? You were trying to make me come.”
He hummed and nodded.
“I do always seem to get what I want, don't I?”
“Imagine that.”
The warmth of his tongue as it brushed against your sensitive clit made you jolt, and he gripped your hips to keep you steady. He leaned in again and let his tongue graze over your slit slowly, just barely dipping in as he reached your clit again. One of his hands slipped to your backside and squeezed.
“On the bed,” he ordered. You climbed up and laid on your back, he seemed to be rooting around in the luggage for something. When he returned, he threaded your hands through the bars of the headboard and tied them together with a scarf of yours. Now you were at his mercy. His hands stroked delicately down your body as he took in the sight of you.
“Well, if you're finding it difficult to listen to instruction then I'll simply have to enforce it.”
The next instant, your legs were hiked over his shoulders and he gave your inner thigh a bite before diving in with no respite. His tongue was agonizingly direct, pressing against every sensitive spot with incredible accuracy. Suddenly you were cursing how much sex you've had with this man, and his remarkable memory. You tried tugging your arms down, but they only got so far before being snagged on the bar over your head. His eyes had darkened with lust as he watched you struggle from the oversensitivity.
“Really now, you can do better than that...” he chided, his warm breath settling over your quickly cooling skin. You pouted at him.
“Fuck you.”
“Well, you're halfway there already,” he mused, and slipped two fingers back inside you.
His knowledge of your body was far too expert for your liking. It really didn't take long at all to bring you right on the cusp of climax again. You thought perhaps if you didn't notify him he'd just let you go.... You knew right away that wouldn't work. You could see it in his eyes, he knew exactly when you were about to come. He withdrew his fingers rapidly and you groaned as the feeling started to fade.
“I did warn you, did I not?” he asked innocently. Your jaw worked as you resisted the temptation to snap back at him. It was what he wanted, and besides, he really had warned you.
“O-Okay Ardyn... I get the picture.... Please....” you said feebly. Ardyn frowned as he let your legs down on the bed, hands stroking your thighs.
“Oh, sunshine. Let me remind you, as you seem to have forgotten: I decide when you come,” he answered with false pity lining his voice.
Ardyn had gone digging through your luggage as you laid there, cooling down.
“I took the initiative to pack something of yours,” he said as he searched. He finally emerged with one of your vibrators. You squinted at him.
“How long were you planning this...?” you asked suspiciously. He seemed unfazed.
“You know I never leave anything to chance, dearest.”
The bullet pushed into you without any hesitation, and the light vibrations started on a low setting. Enough to feel, but not quite enough to give any real pleasure. This would be easy if it stayed this way, but you knew it wouldn't. Ardyn sat between your legs, watching the show as he upped the speed. Now your hips were writhing a little on their own. One hand secured your hips while the other grabbed hold of the toy and began thrusting it into you. His thumb rested against your clit and began stroking in circles, making you moan and arch up into the feeling. You knew he would only deny you again but you couldn't help losing yourself in it. Might as well enjoy it while you can. He increased the speed and made you jerk against your bindings. You opened your mouth to plead some more then closed it. You knew what would get him to let you come, and begging wasn't it. Not this time at least. His response was naturally to thrust harder into you and rub your clit faster. Try as you might, there was no distracting yourself. No keeping away from teetering on the edge of release. Much closer this time.... Maybe he would actually let you..! But no. As soon as he could see you starting to give in he withdrew the toy and his fingers. You willed yourself to relax, trying to come down. You watched each other, his eyes were daring you to say anything. You held your tongue and he seemed more than pleased by it.
You watched as Ardyn wandered around and lazily stripped himself of his layers. He took his time, and you waited every second, watching patiently. His hat found its way to your head, the rest of his clothes met the floor. You were pleased to note he was hard, and looked like he had been for some time. It was a small victory to know you had any kind of power. Finally he climbed on top of you, the heat and the weight was at least somewhat satisfying.
“I won't deny I'm impressed how quickly you learn,” he admitted, moving in to kiss and suck at one breast.
“Perhaps your punishment is overdrawn,” he hummed, switching to the other breast. You didn't reply, it was what he wanted. He trailed his kisses up to your jaw, positioning the tip of his cock to your entrance. It took all your willpower to keep from squirming.
“Though you do make a lovely sight,” he finished, thrusting in unexpectedly and making you cry out. He paused, more for his benefit than yours, most likely. The kisses turned to bites, up and down your neck as he began to thrust at a steady pace. He chose every spot that would make you moan and bit hard enough to leave marks. The way he filled you up fogged your mind from the pleasure, and you stopped caring about hiding how good it made you feel. The most you could do was spread your legs wider, so you did, inviting him to go deeper. He obliged, gripping your hips and lifting them ever so slightly to thrust in deeper at a quicker pace. You let your eyes drift closed, letting the friction build sparks of pleasure in your abdomen. Then he hits that spot for the first time, making you moan louder, bucking your hips up and nearly out of his grasp. He held on tighter and used it as leverage to pound harder into you, into the rough patch that made your vision go cloudy. His voice, gruff and a little more disshevelled, brought you out of your reverie.
“Do you want to come?” he asked lightly. You weren't sure whether this was a trick, best to keep your mouth shut. Until he slowed his pace so one hand could grip your chin tightly to look at him.
“Do you want to come?” he repeated, more enunciated. You nodded weakly. He smiled almost fondly before tugging you into a bruising kiss and resuming his thrusting. This time he was merciless, fingers digging into your flesh and his cock pushing as deep as he could go. You were lingering on the edge when his fingers moved back to your clit to stroke quickly. Your moans got louder the closer you came, and they were swallowed up by the kiss he would not let up on. It was so close, so so close, and he wasn't stopping. You struggled against your bindings and moved your body restlessly until an orgasm tore through you and made you practically scream into the kiss. It didn't take long, you noticed, for him to follow suit. Soon the bed was marked with your mixed fluids as you both carried each other through your climaxes.
As your mind cleared and came back down to earth, Ardyn was placing multitudes of kisses on your lips and jaw, making you smile. It was his way of thanking you for playing along. As he gathered his strength, he pulled out of you, making you groan at the sensitivity.
“You really are quite a sight, perhaps I should leave you like this...” he husked out in post-orgasmic weariness. For a second you were worried he might actually do it. Then the next second he was reaching over your head to untie your scarf. He must have heard your sigh of relief because his smile widened slightly. He carefully brought your arms down, rubbing along the length of them and over your wrists to make the blood flow again. The warm sensation made you think perhaps he had also done some healing to aid it.
“Mm... I'm filthy and exhausted....” you complained. Ardyn reached for your dirtied shirt and used it to clean you off, making you scowl at him a little. But you were too tired to keep it up, and he knew it. He tiredly picked you up, carrying you to the other bed and setting you down.
“Sleep now, sunshine. They'll clean the sheets tomorrow.”
You grimaced at the thought, you definitely didn't envy whoever had that job.... You hoped you'd be out of there by then... Ardyn tucked one arm under you and the other under his head. You fell asleep sore and exhausted, and more relaxed than you had been in some time.
A discussion about sexual history leads to a much more innocent favor.
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Prompto sat in front of you, sipping his soda with his phone in the other hand, pointed at you. He hummed and glanced over his phone at you.
“Definitely cat filter.”
He snapped a picture.
“What? I'm totally a dog!” you protested.
“Yeah but the dog filter is ugly...” he said. The waitress came back over, Prompto procured straws and ordered dessert.
“You gonna get anything?” he asked. You shook your head.
“I'm just gonna steal some of yours,” you said, smiling. He frowned.
“Yeah right.”
Prompto tore the top of his straw wrapper off, launching the rest at your face with a puff of air. You hissed and aimed your own straw between his eyes and fired. He yelped and tried to duck.
“Well, now we know your blowing skills are in top shape...” he suggested. You rolled your eyes but smiled.
“Well yours must be too. Been practicing?” you teased. You definitely didn't expect him to go red, picking up your wrapper from his lap and fiddling with it.
“Oh my god, seriously?” you leaned in and spoke lowly.
“I-I didn't confirm or deny anything!” he insisted. Your eyes lit up with mischief.
“Was it Noct?” you pressed. He choked on his drink, bringing a hand to his mouth.
“Did you seriously just--” he cut himself off when the waitress returned with a sundae in a tall dish, looking curiously at the two of you.
“Did you seriously just ask me if I blew my best friend? The Prince of Lucis?” he asked desperately once the waitress left. You smiled and shrugged, picking up a spoon and reaching for the dish, which he immediately tried to slide out of reach.
“All I'm saying is you didn't deny it...” you responded, standing out of your chair to reach over and snag a spoonful.
“W-What if I asked you if you ever blew your best friend?!” he argued, still red. You grinned and eyed the ice cream on your spoon.
“Well, you're my best friend. So no. Not yet.”
This time you heard the clatter of his spoon hitting the table.
Prompto squinted at you as he placed another spoonful in his mouth.
“What about you? Had any practice of your own?” he asked curiously. You laughed, having long since lost the bitterness in your voice.
“Are you kidding? I haven't even been kissed yet.”
“Bullshit!” he cried, he sounded appalled. You looked up at him, amused.
“What makes you say that?”
“Because! You're super cool! Plus you're cute! There's just no way!” he insisted. You smiled.
“That's sweet, but it's true. Just never happened.”
You snagged another spoonful and he let you.
“Well... Have you ever wanted to kiss anyone?” he asked.
“Sure. I've had plenty of crushes, they just never worked out.”
He hummed and picked out the cherry with his spoon, scrunching up his face at it. When you zeroed in on it he smiled and held his spoon to your lips to take it in.
“So is there anyone you wanna kiss now?”
You chewed your cherry thoughtfully and nodded.
“So what about you?” you prodded. Prompto shrugged.
“I mean, yeah. But I haven't kissed anyone in a while, I don't think they'd want to.”
You tapped the spoon to your lips and stared into the mid-distance, thinking.
“Well, I think the best solution is for us to kiss,” you announced, smiling a little at his baffled look.
“Wait.... Are you being serious?” he asked suspiciously.
“Yeah. I get my first kiss, and you get some practice. Seems like a win-win to me.”
He fidgeted and looked down at his nearly empty dessert dish.
“Well...”
You dropped your spoon into it.
“Only if you wanna.”
You heard him set his spoon down, and before you could register, he was leaned across the table, his cold lips pressed against yours. Despite being taken off guard, you smiles and leaned into it quickly enough. It only lasted a few seconds, but it left you happy and dazed. From what you could see, it did the same to him.
“Man, whoever it is you wanna kiss is really missing out,” he mumbled. You laughed and hooked a finger under his chin to bring him back.
Noct:
- Usually likes ciders or sweeter cocktails. He figures if it doesn’t taste good why would he drink it?
- He doesn’t really like getting drunk. Doesn’t see a point in it. Like he might do it if he’s bored but
- He’s a really sleepy drunk so he doesn’t change much.
- Its basically drink and sleep or just sleep
- So why bother?
- He enjoys getting buzzed enough to relax a little though
- Especially when the Bad Feelings come
Prompto:
- He likes slightly more bitter cocktails and sparkling wine
- They make him feel grown up
- He doesn’t really care much for getting drunk
- Its mostly a social thing for him
- Also the fact that it really doesn’t take a lot
- Its sort of just sober or kind of drunk there is no in between
- He’s a super giggly drunk
- He’s probably also a bit of a flirty drunk
- He’s a little more bold than he normally would be
- Because he’s too drunk to think about his insecurities
Gladio:
- This guy never gets drunk
- At least it takes a ridiculous amount
- like enough to give any normal human being alcohol poisoning
- he has an iron stomach
- He really only drinks beer though
- He doesn’t like complicated drinks
- So he drinks as much as he wants
- on the rare occasion he does get drunk he’s louder and more rambunctious.
- And more of a show-off
- No matter who you are he will probably try to impress you
- You could be someone he hated 2 hours ago he wants your attention
Ignis:
- He’s definitely a red wine kind of guy
- He’s only ever been drunk twice in his life
- The second time was after he lost his sight AND Noct
- Nobody knows when the first time was
- He wont tell anyone
- He doesn’t even really enjoy getting buzzed
- He just wants to relax okay let this man relax
- Everyone thinks he would be really smooth and flirty when he’s drunk
- That is not the case
- Being disoriented and feeling out of control of his body makes him grumpy
- So he’s just kind of a pouty drunk
- Although it is entertaining to hear him complaining bitterly about things in a way he would never do sober.
Noct has a very obvious Special Interest
(Sometimes) his boyfriends let him infodump about it.
That is all.
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When Prompto stirred late in the night, turning in the bed and expecting to find a warm body next to him, he discovered Noctis missing. A flash of worry went through his half asleep mind, remnants from their travelling days. Then he sat up, taking a breath and sighing when he saw a faint light seeping under the door. He swung his legs over the bed, stretching as he rubbed his eyes and tugged the door open. He peeked his head around the corner, looking at Noctis sitting looking fascinated at his computer screen.
“You all good, Noct?” he asked quietly. Then he saw Noctis smiling, and some kind of article in front of him, all he could make out was a picture of a fish. Prompto smiled warmly and went to sit next to him.
“Uh, Noct? Shouldn't you get some sleep?” he tried again. Noctis finally roused from his blank state.
“Yeah, yeah in a minute,” he said distractedly, turning back to the screen. Prompto sighed, smiling and nudging his shoulder.
“C'mon Noct, it's like midnight. Since when do you stay up this late?” he pushed. Noctis started to turn his face away, having to tear his eyes away from what he was reading.
“Dude I just found out about Lucian Micro Catfish...” he said, in what sounded like a plea. Prompto sighed, but he was smiling.
“Mm... Okay.... How about you shut the laptop, and then you can tell me all about it...” he offered. Noctis whipped his head around at the opportunity to tecite. The bait was too tempting. He shut the laptop and set it on the coffee table, then let Prompto tug him onto his lap.
“'Kay so this catfish is like super tiny... It lives in like all the rocks and crevaces cause all the other fish eat it...” Noctis allowed himself to be laid down on top of Prompto. Immediately Prompto could see the effect, or rather feel and hear it. Noctis's body relaxed on top of his, and his voice got even sleepier. Prompto smiled and yawned, wrapping one arm around him and petting the back of his head with the other.
“Yeah?” Prompto replied.
“It likes... It likes to eat tiny shrimp, freshwater... And... And they...” Noctis struggled to keep awake, but was quickly losing. Prompto did all he could to ease him into sleep. Only when he could hear his breathing slow did he close his eyes and let himself fall asleep too.
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Ignis was delicately deboning a part of a salmon when Noctis poked his head in the kitchen to observe with curious eyes.
“Something I can do for you, Noct?” Ignis asked, not looking up from his fish. Noctis slithered in the doorway and sidled up beside him.
“Just lookin'...” he mumbled. He gazed around the kitchen.
“What're you gonna put on it?” he asked suddenly. Ignis finally looked up at him, blinking as if struggling to understand. He nodded to a bowl next to the sink filled with some kind of mix of oil and spices. Noctis dipped a pinky in it, ignoring Ignis's objections and tasted it.
“Y'Know if you put in some orange and clove it'll balance out the taste of the fish more,” Noctis said casually, and Ignis stopped deboning to look incredulously at him.
“I was... Thinking lemon but that's a bit beside the point, since when have you known so much about cooking fish...?” he asked, half amused and half hopeful. Noctis shrugged.
“Not really the cooking part, but the fish part... I mean the Leide River Salmon is kind of a sweet fish so I read up on cooking one since I caught it and...”
Well that did explain it a bit...
Noctis nudged Ignis aside, inspecting the fish.
“Also you forgot one bone. The Leide salmon have this weird extra bone here, and most people don't know its there...” he informed, grabbing a utensil and using it to lift some of the flesh and avoid dirtying his hands. Ignis peeked inside and immediately set to work digging it out.
“Your trivial fish knowledge is coming in handy after all,” he mused. Noctis pouted a little.
“I mean I was gonna go play games but just for that I'm gonna stay here and talk about fish the whole time.”
Ignis sighed.
“At least make yourself useful and pre-heat the oven...”
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“Noct, it's already been two days, you can't go three days without training,” Gladio practically pleaded. He'd tried everything, and everything was failing. Noctis simply smiled at the tv.
“Sure I can, I'm doing it right now.”
Gladio sighed in frustration, but decided he would have to use his last resort after all. It was time to pull out his final weapon.
“Alright, I didn't wanna have to do this... But for every round we go I'll let you tell me one stupid fish fact...” he offered. Noctis looked at him out of the corner of his eye, sizing him up and trying to figure out whether he was being serious. Then, Noctis being Noctis, he pushed it as far as he could.
“Make it two facts.”
Gladio took sips of water while Noctis talked, not like he'd get a chance to say anything anyways.
“So the Cleigne Carp was actually a Niff fish. It likes the cold but Gralea eventually got too cold for even them. So they swam around Lucis until they found Cleigne, and--”
Gladio shut him up by pushing the water to his mouth.
“We said two facts.”
Noctis pouted.
“That was--”
“Techinically three,” he counted, holding up a finger for each one, “Carp was a Niff fish, it likes the cold, took a trip and settled down in Cleigne. Three.”
“Oh come on I was just getting to the best part!”
Gladio stood and offered a hand to haul him to his feet.
“Well you know how to fix that, then,” he challenged. Noctis took his hand and summoned a sword.
“I'm gonna kick your ass and you're gonna hear about fish all day.”
Blow Jobs, Dirty Talk, Some Body Worship
No Pronouns, Anal Sex (Reader has a dick)
Series: In The Cathouse
Stories of your different patrons as a worker in the most well-kept and prestigious brothel in the continent.
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There was a several second pause after you opened the door where neither you nor the man standing outside it said anything. Then his eyes widened alarmingly and it seemed like he didn't know whether he'd rather bolt or stay where he was.
“Y-You're the one I--!” his own shyness kept him from finishing his statement. He was completely red and it took you a second of contemplation before you figured it out. Your cock twitched at the memory.
It was the time of the Assassin's Festival and it was one of your resting days. The good thing about being in such a large crowd is that you were less likely to be recognized. It wasn't so much the recognizing that bothered you (after all, they were the ones coming into the brothel), but sometimes patrons got handsy when they met you outside. When they were drunk it got worse, and some of them didn't like being told 'No'. Plus, it was fun to dress up purely for your own enjoyment. It seemed to be attracting the eyes of another man who was equally costumed and certainly not bad to look at in the least. There were several instances where you would catch him looking your way, only to have him turn away quickly. Whenever he caught you, you simply smiled and he would go red and stare down at the ground. It was cute, and you wanted to pursue him.
You finally managed to catch up with him and surprise him at one of the food carts. You tapped on his shoulder and when he turned to face you, he looked like he wanted to die. You couldn't help smiling.
“I just happened to notice you couldn't stop looking at me,” you said. He opened his mouth, probably to protest, or apologize, or stumble a lot over his words, but you tapped a finger to his lips to quiet him.
“But I'm sure you noticed I couldn't keep my eyes off you either.”
That shut him up, and his cute, freckled face was even more red. He looked completely baffled too. Poor thing.
“Wait... What?”
“What's your name?” you asked politely.
“O-Oh... Um... Prompto...”
You smiled and touched your hand to his briefly.
“_____. It's very nice to meet you, Prompto.”
It was a blur how you two ended up in an unused alley, lip locked with his back against a wall. You had one hand behind his head, woven into his soft hair, and one up his shirt. He had one down your pants, stroking you like it was giving him life. Every so often your kiss broke to let out a gasp, a moan, a growl, or so you could murmur things to each other.
“Gods, I want your cock... Can I suck you off?” you breathed next to his ear. He let out a low groan and nodded. You dropped to your knees.
You stepped aside and waved him into the room.
“It's nice to see you again, handsome. Did you come here on purpose or is this fate?” you inquired. Prompto stepped in a little cautiously, looking around your room.
“I-I had no idea you worked here...” he assured. You sat on the bed, legs crossed and reclining on your hands.
“Need another blow job?” you asked, smiling at how flustered he got. He was cute when he was shy.
“Are ya offering?” he eyed you hopefully. You motioned for him to come closer and opened your legs so he could stand between them.
“I sure am.”
Your hands lifted his shirt and you leaned in to press kisses over his abdomen.
“Or... We could pick up where we left off. I never got to feel you inside me after all.”
Prompto groaned at your words.
“S-Six... I dunno what I want more...” he whined. You unbuttoned his pants and took him out, kissing the tip of his cock as you stroked it to get it completely hard.
“Then we'll do both,” you proposed. He didn't object.
His slender hips fit easily into your hand as you guided him forward, sliding an arm around his waist to keep him close to you. Your tongue ran across the head, and his hands wove through your hair. You took the tip into your mouth, pressing your tongue against it and enjoying the moans it pulled out of him. Just as beautiful as you remembered. You took him in slowly, savoring the long, low moans and whines he made in response. You opened your throat and kept taking him in until he was completely buried in your mouth.
“Astrals, ______...” he panted, and you glanced up to see him looking dreamily down at you. It was flattering that he remembered your name. You moaned around him and began to move your head, slowly at first with long languid strokes of your tongue. When he began trying to move his hips you quickened the pace. Still, you gripped his hips and moved them, encouraging him to thrust into your mouth. Certainly you've taken a lot worse. What you couldn't take was how fucking hard you were getting from the noises he was making, it was agonizing in the pants you were wearing, which were regrettably tight. You added a little suction, keeping up with his thrusts and digging your nails into his hips. The pressure from your tongue dragged along the underside of the shaft with every stroke, and you let yourself moan so he could feel the vibrations. You moved quicker, taking him in just before your gag reflex, swallowing around him every so often. Whenever you did, his hands would tighten in your hair and his moans would get louder each time. When his body starts shaking you can tell he's close, you remember it from last time. He thrusted faster and faster, your name falling from his mouth until he gripped the back of your head and cried out as he came down your throat. It was surprising but not unpleasant. You kept giving him licks and strokes until he finished with a sigh and you pulled back. You swallowed easily, and when he came back down and realized what he did he tensed.
“S-Shit...! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I-It just...!”
You pulled him onto your lap before he collapsed.
“Nonsense, I love the way you taste,” you assured, making his face redden.
Prompto mercifully unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, freeing your cock and making you sigh against him. He gripped you familiarly, the way he did that night in the alley, and began to stroke. You buried your face against his neck, kissing and biting.
“D-Do you want my cock, pretty boy?” you asked shakily. To your surprise, a confident grin formed on his sweet face, and he pushed you down onto the bed by your shoulders.
“Yeah, but I'm gonna do the work this time,” he said.
“Oh?” you asked with intrigue. He squeezed you and you arched your hips up.
“C'mon, get further up on the bed,” he ordered.Well it was hot seeing him take a little control, you gladly obeyed.
“Lube?” he asked, wandering around your room. You pointed to a cabinet.
“Third shelf, take your pick.”
He opened the door and you heard a 'Woah' float over to you, it made you laugh. You definitely had a collection for every type. Prompto straddled you while he poured a generous amount on his hand, stroking you and covering you liberally. When his own fingers were properly slicked up, he tugged at his pants, and eventually you had to help him slide them completely off. He pushed inside himself, letting out a low moan for you. His eyes closed as he got wrapped up in the pleasure, thrusting his fingers inside himself and riding them. Your hand caressed his thighs as you watched the show. Finally, he took a breath and positioned himself over you.
“Ready...?”
Your hands on Prompto's hips guided him down, even if you didn't need to. He was more than eager to take you in. The heat was overwhelming, and it took everything you had to keep from thrusting up into him. When he bottomed out, he sat for a minute, breathing and getting used to the feeling. He looked so sweet, almost angelic as he sat there flushed and tracing shapes on your stomach with his finger.
“You're so...” he began, and then flushed and quieted down. You shakily reached a hand up, stroking his cheek.
“Tell me, Prompto. Because I don't think I've ever seen anybody as beautiful as you,” you purred. His shocked eyes met yours and he kept running his hands over your torso.
“B-But you're...! I mean... In that Assassin's outfit...” he stumbled. You laughed as you sat up and kissed him.
“You're so sweet, I wish every patron was as kind as you,” you mumbled against his lips. He smiled shyly. Of course, you could feel him squirming on top of you, trying to coax out more pleasure. In retaliation you bucked up into him, and it made his fingertips dig into your flesh as he moaned.
“Um... Do you have a shower here...?” he asked. You blinked at him, puzzled.
“Well I've got a bath... Why?”
Prompto pushed you back down onto the bed.
“Cause I really want you to come inside me...”
With that out of the way, he showed no hesitation in moving his hips, using your shoulders and arms for leverage as he shifted his body to ride you. You helped him along, hands around his hips as you eased the weight of his body and made him move faster and easier. The position allowed you to go deeper and with every thrust back inside his moans got louder. Suddenly you wondered what it would be like to hear him scream. He was hard again, it was little surprise, and you stroked him in time with his movements. To the best of your ability anyways. He was making quick work of undoing you with the way he kept tightening around you and the beautiful noises he kept making. Not to mention you heard several pleas and your name all mixed up in his string of moans. It was driving you closer and closer to the edge already; that was not easy, you had good stamina after all these years. Your thumb grazed the tip on every upstroke, spreading the precum that was already beading at the top. Every time he tightened around your cock it sent a sharp burst of pleasure down to your abdomen where it was building up. The friction was also steadily feeding it, sending shivers up your spine. When Prompto changed the angle and you thrust up to meet his body, he let out a loud cry and his body tensed as he came on your hand and stomach. You hadn't expected it to happen so suddenly! But you were right, hearing him cry out like that was absolutely something you wanted. It made you pull his hips down on your shuddering body so you could bury yourself inside him to fill him up until you were leaking out of him. As his body grew tired he gave a few last movements before collapsing on top of you.
Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, until you nudged him so you could pull out.
“How was that, handsome?” you asked sleepily. Prompto gave a tired smile and rolled over onto the bed next to you.
“B-Better than I imagined...”
You brushed a hand through his hair.
“I didn't know you thought about me afterwards, I'm flattered.”
He rolled on his side to look at you with wide eyes.
“Are you kidding? I'd never felt anything like that before..! I kept hoping I'd run into you but...”
“I'm glad you found me.”
“Me too.”
He looked so sincere about it, it made your heart melt a little.
“How about that bath?” you asked tenderly, and he nodded with a yawn.
“Better do it before I fall asleep...”
He started to get up but you held onto his arm.
“I'd really like it if you stayed the night... If you haven't got anywhere else to be... I would love another round. After all, I still haven't felt that cock of yours inside me,” you coaxed. He was flushed but looked delighted.
“Y-Yeah! Course...!”
“Well then, let's get you in the bath, pretty boy.”
Birthday Sex, Oral, Magic Play, cock ring, Coming in Pants
Female titles, Vaginal Sex
Series: In The Cathouse
Stories of your different patrons as a worker in the most well-kept and prestigious brothel in the continent.
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You'd just finished affixing a clip to your hair, a present from a patron, when someone knocked at your door. You were thankful, at least, that it wasn't busy today. You unlocked the door and opened it, smiling widely when you saw Nyx standing in your doorway. With something behind his back no less. You tried to peek around him and he turned, stepping forward to press your bodies together and kiss you, keeping you occupied while he swung his arms, and whatever he was holding, behind you.
“Pretty sure I told you you weren't allowed to work today,” he scolded playfully. You tried to look behind you but he captured you in another kiss instead, making you laugh.
“But if I didn't, I wouldn't get to see you,” you reasoned. When you tried to look again he nosed your face back towards him and nodded towards the clip.
“That new?” he asked. You nodded.
“A birthday present, from my favorite patron.”
“Your favorite, huh? Ouch,” he joked. You nudged him.
“You're not a patron, you're my lover, so you don't count,” you explained.
“Good, cause I don't think I can top that,” he said, nodding again at your clip as he finally revealed what he was holding. A bouquet of soft colored flowers, wrapped up nicely. You smiled and took them, resting your face lightly on them and loving the way they felt.
“They're beautiful,” you cooed, giving him a kiss and going to put them in water. As you arranged them his arms wrapped around you from behind and he kissed along your jaw.
“Don't think I'm done with you yet, I've still got the rest of your birthday to spoil you,” he murmured against your skin.
Nyx let you help him drop his armor, but nothing else, instead choosing to focus on you. You sat carefully on the edge of the tub as he started a bath.
“You're wrong, you know,” you prompted. He looked sideways at you with a raised brow.
“I hear that a lot, but I'm assuming you're talking about something specific.”
You reached for the chain around your neck, tugging lightly on it.
“You've already topped this,” you said, pointing at the clip which was now sitting on the counter. As you pulled, the gold ring he'd given you emerged from your robe, clinking down on its chain. He watched, a little awed for reasons beyond you.
“You're wearing it...”
You laughed at his bewilderment.
“I always wear it... Except with new or greedy patrons.... And in the bath,” you replied, slipping it off your neck and setting it carefully next to the clip.
“I would sooner give up everything else I own before giving this up, and not without a fight,” you promised. He took your hand and stood you up so he could undress you.
“My mother would've liked you,” he said, and it gave you a feeling of peace.
Nyx let his fingers trace over your neck, down the swell of your breasts, until he found the sash holding your robe closed. He tugged it gently, letting it fall away and sweeping the robe off your shoulders in one swift motion. He moved in to touch you and paused, face hardening, at the bruises that littered your body. Your hands cupped the sides of his face and you leaned in to kiss him.
“Just a rough patron. Entirely consentual I promise.”
Even still, his eyes darkened.
“Doesn't stop me from wanting to punch their face in.”
Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your body even closer.
“I'm alright, don't ruin tonight for yourself,” you insisted. He took your hand, kissing it before leading you to lay down in the tub.
“What about you?” you pouted. He kneeled behind your head and started to unpin your hair, smoothing it out. Every so often he planted soft kisses on your face or the side of your head as he worked. You let your eyes close and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.
“You're getting old,” he said, and you smiled.
“I'm younger than you, what does that make you?” you teased. The next second, you felt his stubble against your neck as you gasped and tried to squirm away.
“A lucky old man, I guess.”
You weren't allowed to walk after stepping out of the bath. Nyx wrapped you up in a soft bathrobe and carried you to the bed, sitting you down with your back to him. He picked up the book sitting on your side table and handed it to you.
“I didn't think you were the romance novel type,” he teased, facing you forward. You opened your mouth to answer but a soft moan escaped you instead as he ran a brush through your hair. You decided just to read. Every so often you felt Nyx peering over your shoulder. It was a good ten minutes before he spoke.
“Does he seriously think that's gonna work?” he spoke from behind you. You blinked and it took you a minute to realize what he was talking about, it made you smile but you kept trying to read.
“She'd never fall for something like that...” he said again, and you giggled, nudging him in the side.
“Shush! This is the first time I've ever heard backseat reading!” you tried to scold.
He returned the nudge.
“Hey, I'm just enjoying a book same as you,” he responded. You smiled mischievously and turned back a few pages.
“Maybe I should read out loud for us then,” you purred, and his hands paused for half a second.
“Maybe you should...” he said curiously. His hands moved in quick memorized patterns as he started to braid your hair. You chose the filthiest scene you could find to read out loud, which wasn't saying much. You couldn't keep a straight face past the first few lines.
“Mmm... Don't know about you, but this isn't doing much for me,” he said, putting the final band in your hair. You laughed and set the book down, turning over in his arms and straddling his lap.
“You have any other ideas?” you asked, brushing his hair back. He scooped you up and laid you back, keeping your legs over his shoulders.
“As a matter of fact I do.”
Warm lips traveled down the inside of your thighs, making you sigh happily and your eyes close. Nyx tugged down your panties, ducking under them to toss them away and get back closer to your heat. He placed a kiss to your clit just barely showing out of your folds. Even the small teasing touch made you shiver. He ran a finger over the slickness that had gathered.
“You didn't seriously get turned on by that book did you?” he asked, amused. You huffed and swatted at him, completely unable to reach him.
“Of course not. I've been thinking about that sassy mouth of yours all night.”
He grinned and let his tongue stroke a broad stripe over you.
“Guess I shouldn't make you wait any longer then.”
His warm tongue pressed between your folds, licking from your clit, down to your entrance and back. The attention made your hips wiggle in his grasp and he gripped your legs to keep you as still as he could.
“Nyx...” you whined, just stopping yourself from wrapping your legs around his damn head and pulling him in. He laughed and you felt his breath ghosting over you, warm and teasing against the cooling wet skin. His tongue dove back in with more pressure this time, pushing against the bundle of nerves with delicious accuracy this time. It pulled long, low moans from you, and when you locked eyes with him desperately you could spot something fierce appear behind them. Something that showed you his self-control was breaking just a little. He must have wanted this more than you thought. He buried his face completely between your legs, licking fervently before pushing his tongue inside you, making you gasp and writhe against him. After a minute he licked back up, pressing sharply against the head tucked away underneath, before taking your clit and sucking hard. You rewarded him by not muffling your moans, urging him on and showing your appreciation the only way you could. He switched between the minstrations irregularly, putting your body on edge waiting for the next change. It was this constant anticipation that caused the warmth to coil quickly in your abdomen. You felt like you might suddenly go over the edge every time he changed tactics and his mouth worked you into a mind numbing pleasure, as it always did. Then, as he switched back to sucking hard on your clit, he unexpectedly thrust two fingers into you and curled them in just the right spot to throw you into a climax, tightening around him and pouring loud moans into the air. He worked you out of your orgasm and gently set your hips down on the bed. You tugged him up for a kiss.
“Mm, I'd keep doing this all night if I could, but I forgot I have another present for you,” he said, giving you one more kiss before climbing off the bed.
“You're my present,” you pouted, trying to get him back in bed. He wouldn't fall for it.
“I'm your present every time I visit, I want this time to be special. I promise I'm not going far.”
You closed your robe before he opened the door and stepped out.
Nyx was true to his word, you only had enough time to light a few candles before he slipped back into the room. He was carrying a silver domed tray and once again hiding something behind his back.
“I'm going to start suspecting you of assassination if you keep bringing hidden objects into my room.”
He smiled as he brought the tray to you, setting it down on the bed.
“Well then you'd better fire your footmen because they gave it to me.”
You lifted the lid carefully and gasped a little at the two crystalline glasses and the small fruit tart. Then he pulled a bottle out of hiding and handed it to you. It was a Lucian flower wine, sparkling from the looks of it.
“This is.... I think you spoil me too much,” you said, looking at it a little in awe. He snatched the bottle and poured it out, setting it on a side table.
“And I think there's no way I could ever spoil you enough,” he replied, taking a sip. You'd heard some of the filthiest things on the star in this room, but somehow this man could make you blush without really trying. The two of you picked at the tart, occasionally exchanging fruits with each other.
“I can't believe you don't like mogfruit,” he said, spearing a piece and putting it in his mouth. You scrunched up your face.
“I don't even like the name mogfruit! It just tastes like dirt to me...” you said, stealing a strawberry as a trade-off.
The tray was set aside, and as you finished the last sip of your second drink you set it on the nightstand.
“I don't really want tonight to end...” you lamented. You were laid out next to him, resting your head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around you.
“Well, I don't work tomorrow, so it doesn't have to really.”
An idea struck you, and you smiled wickedly as you climbed on top of him.
“Good, because I want something...” you said. His eyes roamed your body and he looked at you warily.
“And what's that?”
You aligned your hips with his, your slickness dampening his pants. He groaned and bucked up.
“I want you to lay there, and not touch me,” you replied primly. The look he gave you was both pained and confused, but he obeyed, gripping the blanket under him tightly in his fists. You ground down against him, feeling his hardness through his pants. You undid your robe again and tossed it aside, then let your hand travel to your breasts. You made sure he was watching your every movement as you massaged and tweaked. It held his attention for a bit, until his eyes wandered hopefully down to your exposed core rubbing against him.
“Is that what you want? You want to watch me touch myself?” you purred as your hand moved over your torso and you teased yourself, dancing around your thighs and not quite moving between them.
“Actually, I want to be the one touching you, but this is almost as good,” he corrected.
“You'll get your chance,” you promised, still rocking your hips. His breathing had become labored already, exactly as planned. You coaxed his hand into letting go of the blanket and brought two fingers to your lips, locking eyes with him as you pushed them into your mouth. His own lips parted needily and his breath hitched as his eyes focused intently on you. As you pushed his fingers further in, your tongue brushed along them, first along the underside, then over the tips.
“S-Shit...” he groaned, exactly where you wanted him. You pumped his fingers faster the harder you rolled your hips against his, sucking on them, even nipping at them. Every so often you pulled soft moans out of him, time to up the game. Your free hand finally snuck over your clit and began rubbing in hard circles.
“S-Six...” he breathed. His moans were becoming more constant, and his hips were meeting yours rapidly, at least the best they could. You made sure to moan for him, keeping the stimulation going on both his fingers and on yourself. You met his eyes while you let out a particularly loud, lurid moan and he snapped.
“Fuck..! Fuck...! ______,” he panted, bucking under you until you heard him groan and felt a wetness spreading under you. You gazed down to watch eagerly as he squirmed through his orgasm and finally relaxed and caught his breath. You released his fingers and let out a real moan this time.
“T-That's what you wanted? You wanted to watch me come in my pants?” he asked in disbelief. You smiled dreamily and nodded.
“And now, you get to do whatever you please with me,” you purred, climbing off him. He sat up, and thought for a moment before smiling impishly.
“Remind me where you keep your blindfolds?”
The last thing you saw was his now naked body climbing over you before Nyx tied the blindfold around your eyes. Almost immediately, the rest of your senses heightened. Every touch made you twitch. Some unknown object popped, it sounded like a cap. A few seconds later you jumped as his hands, now covered in a silky smooth oil or lotion, started massaging your legs, working their way up.
“Your idea of revenge is a full body massage?” you asked suspiciously. His hands gave your thighs a squeeze.
“Who said it was revenge? You said I could do whatever I please,” he retorted. His hands moved over your hips and caressed your midsection, occasionally pressing his thumbs in and making you squirm. The hands covered your torso, touching everywhere they could reach. You sighed in content when they passed over your breasts and arched up into them, but he simply moved on to the rest of your body. When he reached your shoulders, you felt his body shift on top of you, and his breath on your neck made you shiver.
“That feel good?” he murmured against your neck, beginning to kiss and bite. You whined and intertwined your legs with his, arching your body up.
“You know what would feel good? Your cock inside me,” you pleaded. He groaned against your neck, but a laugh followed closely. The refractory period was ending, and you could feel him starting to harden against you.
“You're impatient... But I guess since it's your birthday you get a pass,” he said. His body disappeared from yours and you whined.
“Just gotta do one more thing,” he promised. You heard him rummage in what was probably your toy chest, judging from the sounds and the distance. He crawled back on top of you.
“You ready for me, Princess?” he purred.
Nyx lifted your legs and hiked them around his hips as the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance.
“A-Are you gonna make me wear this blindfold the whole time?” you asked.
“Just a little more.”
As he pushed into you, you gasped and and moaned lowly. He felt bigger, harder, and that generally meant one thing. The more he filled you up, the tighter you clung to him with your legs. Then you felt it, the telltale vibrations on your clit of a cock ring.
“Nng... O-Okay now I have to see you,” you pleaded. His breathy laughter reached you and the next minute you felt the blindfold loosen and fall.
“Mm... How do you know me so well?” you asked as he pulled out just a little and thrust back in.
“'Cause we've had a lot of sex...” he answered honestly, leaning in to brush his fingertips over your cheeks and kiss you. You laughed into the kiss, but it quickly turned into a moan as the friction started to build. Your fingers played with his braids as your moans got louder, and it didn't take long for you to need to breathe. Nyx took the opportunity to grip onto your hips and speed up his thrusts. His name fell from your lips as it had so many times before, strung together in between moans and pleas. Despite your pleas to remove the blindfold, your eyes closed themselves the deeper into the pleasure you got. He lifted your hips, allowing him to go deeper and harder and brush against that rough patch inside you. Even though the vibrations no longer reached your clit. Nyx's fingers did. And his fingers were a damn good source of magic. You didn't let him use magic often, mostly because you knew it had some kind of health deteriorating properties, but he also knew how good it made you feel. A deep warmth shot through you, the familiar feeling of fire enveloping your clit. You cried out his name, begging and pleading for just a little more. Nyx absolutely defined the term 'fucked senseless'. The closer you got, the louder you got. As your body trembled, he gave one hard thrust, letting a hot flare overtake you and that undid you. His thrusts carried you through your orgasm as he chased his own pleasure. It was mind numbing how good it felt, and you almost didn't register when he bit down on your neck, burying himself inside you and filling you up.
Neither of you dressed afterwards, it was too exhausting and both of you were hovering on the edge of sleep. Nyx's hand idly wove through your dampened hair, snuggling you closer to his body.
“So... Anything else you need for your birthday?” he asked tiredly. You smiled and turned your face towards him.
“Just one more kiss.”
He sighed dramatically.
“Damn, you're needy.”
His fingers stroked your chin as he pulled you in for a goodnight kiss.
Bondage, Suspension, Spreader Bar, Roleplay, Riding Crop, Overstimulation
Light Warning for the sort of "pure blood" supremacy rhetoric Loqi kinda has.
No Pronouns, Vaginal Sex (sorta)
Series: In The Cathouse
Stories of your different patrons as a worker in the most well-kept and prestigious brothel in the continent.
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The door swung wide unexpectedly, drawing your attention from tidying up the bed. The newcomer was small, certainly he looked younger than you, but considering Loqi was a Niff General he couldn't possibly be that young. Though you'd never had his as a patron before, you knew who he was, with the empires constant presence in your city absolute. He was not someone you looked forward to bedding, but as long as he was paying and didn't break the rules, you didn't have a whole lot of choice.
“I hope the day finds you well, General,” you said politely, despite the fact that he had burst into your room unannounced. Amazingly, you could see a small pout forming, making him look even more boyish.
“Those goblins in the front disarmed me and removed my armor,” he huffed.
“No patrons are allowed to bring in anything from the outside unless they are on a special list. For the protection of all the employees,” you explained. He sighed and closed the door.
“And what about the safety of your clients?” he demanded.
“I assure you, you're all quite safe here. There is only one door and we rarely ever kill our paying customers,” you forced a smile. He hummed in response and looked around the room.
“However, if you're in need of props, we have plenty available in the toy chest,” you offered, nodding to the large cabinet. Loqi opened the doors with flourish, as he did everything. You were unsurprised that after some time of examining the toys, he chose the riding crop. He started back towards you then paused, looking up and pointing above you with the crop.
“What is that?” he demanded. You looked up at the gear.
“It's... For suspension and restraint.”
A ferile smirk formed.
You tried not to flinch when the crop caressed over your cheek and under your chin. His eyes wandered over you.
“Where are you from?” he questioned, it caught you off guard.
“I'm Lucian born, but I've lived in Accordo most of my life....” you responded cautiously. Loqi narrowed his eyes in thinly veiled disgust and he sighed.
“I thought I smelled Lucian filth,” he grumbled, continuing to look you over.
“Seems a veritable waste of your good looks.”
His eyes flicked upward towards the gear again and he turned back to the cabinet.
“Undress,” he ordered. You obeyed, the sooner you got this over with, the sooner he would leave. He pulled down the gear and began to hook your arms and torso through the harness. You were thankful to have the support of the harness so you didn't ruin your shoulders, he didn't seem particularly experienced. You had to help hook yourself up. What you hadn't expected was for him to capture your ankle next, securing it to a spreader bar, followed by the other. While you were particularly fond of being at the mercy of your patrons, you weren't quite sure what to expect from him. The crop slipped between your legs and ran lightly over your folds, making you shiver in spite of yourself. He seemed a little delighted with himself.
“I can see you're familiar with the crop,” he said.
“I can tolerate it, if that's what you mean.”
It caressed your thighs, moved over your stomach, ran across your breasts.
“I'm sure I can condition you better than that,” he said. You doubted it, until he pulled out the next toy.
The vibrator slipped inside you easily without much trouble. Evidently, Loqi was hoping for some kind of resistance. You, mostly, were surprised you were as wet as you were. He fit the external piece snugly against your clit and secretly, you were relieved he knew at least that much. He affixed the straps to hold it in place and stepped back to look at his work.
“You're remarkably well bred.... Surely you're not fully Lucian,” he said, as though he genuinely thought he was complimenting you.
“I assure you I am,” you said shortly. He simply shrugged. The crop tested its place on your backside, running smoothly over the curves as the vibrator inside you began buzzing at a low hum. Loqi had his free hand slipping the remote into his pocket and already taking out his half hard cock. You watched his hand move, letting your tongue run over your lips to fuel his ego. You watched his hand tighten around his cock in response.
“You seem a bit eager, General,” you taunted. The crop came down on your skin with a light smack, but the vibrations ramping up the speed simultaneously is what made you gasp.
“You'll want to watch your tone with me,” he warned, and you'd felt more threatened by a rabbit.
Loqi circled around you, his hand now grazing over the soft skin of your back.
“I'll give you another chance to tell me where the rest of the resistence is hiding,” he began. It took you a minute to register the scene he was attempting to set up. It was unsurprising really. You pretended to struggle.
“I would never betray my kingdom!” you argued, preparing yourself. Predictably, the crop slapped against your bare backside again, harder than you expected.
“I can make it difficult for you...” he started. Then the external part of the vibrator turned on, making you utter a real gasp.
“Or I can make it worth your while,” he purred. You never expected to hear that voice coming from him. He turned the vibrator up at the same time as the crop came down on your hip. Your hips bucked and you moaned loudly before he turned it down again.
“Now I'll ask again, where are the resistence headquarters?” he demanded. You caught your breath.
“I believe you have my answer, General,” you replied. Loqi changed his technique. Every sting of the crop was accompanied by increasingly high speed bursts from the vibrator, with brief reprieve between them. The punishment went longer this time, making the skin red and raw before he stopped.
“You are unusually stubborn... How much more do you think your body can take?” he asked, and he dragged the crop along your folds and over the toy. It came away covered in your essence.
“I suppose we'll find out...” you panted. His eyes narrowed at the crop and a smug smile formed.
Loqi paced back and forth in front of you, looking deep in thought.
“It appears conventional methods are ineffective,” he mused. You huffed.
“Then let's see how you handle this,” he said. The remote was in his hand and the vibrator was turned up to its maximum setting both inside and out. You let out a shout into the room, your body writhing in its restraints. Your thighs tried to close but your legs were held firmly. He stood and watched you struggle intently, his hand stroking quickly at his cock. You expected to feel the crop lashing your skin, or to feel the vibrations die after a moment, but they just kept going. Your suspicion grew as the pleasure built up, driving you closer and closer to a climax. Still, the closer you got, the less you found yourself able to care. When your body was shaking and your breathing labored as you were right on the edge, all the vibrations ceased. Just as you expected. You couldn't bite back a groan of frustration as the feeling already started to fade.
“Are you prepared to cooperate?” a pestering voice asked in front of you. You locked eyes and shook your head. Despite the fact that there were no real stakes, you felt determined to hold out as long as possible. With a scowl, he turned the remote up full blast again, paired with the sting of the crop against your thighs it sent you hurtling into an orgasm nearly immediately. You could feel the toy getting even more slick, you could feel yourself dripping down your leg. Still, even after you rode out your orgasm, after you expected it to stop, the vibrations kept going. The overstimulation was bording on painful, making you cry out and squirm your hips, as if it could free you from the torture.
“You know how to make this end,” he crooned. You swore, struggled, yelled, but ultimately you couldn't take it anymore.
“I'll talk!” you shouted desperately. Loqi strode forward, stroking himself just a few more times before letting out his own needy cry. You felt something warm and wet on your clit, then watched it drip down onto the toy that was still buzzing agonizingly. To your relief, he turned off the vibrator the next second. You were both panting and trembling a little, which you felt was unfair because you did most of the work.
Loqi unclasped your ankles and did the bare minimum to help you out of the harness. There wasn't much left to redress. He left unceremoniously, not bothering to see if you were okay. It wasn't new to you, there were plenty of selfish patrons. But there were plenty of good ones too. In the end, this was just one of those nights where you were left to run a bath and soothe your own aching body.
Piss Kink (No contact, just desperation play/bladder control)
It's morning. Prompto really has to go.
His boyfriends are being little shits.
That's really all there is.
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Prompto slid out of bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning as he cast a look over his shoulder. The other side of the bed was empty, as expected. Ignis always woke up earlier than anyone, no matter how hard they tried to get him to stay in bed. As his brain unfogged, a bolt of pressure throbbed in his abdomen. It hit him that he had sort of passed out last night without using the bathroom. He stood and stretched, but it immediately sent another jolt through him and he stopped immediately. He had to get to the bathroom.
Prompto hurried down the hall as quickly as he could without disturbing his bladder too much. He hadn't even noticed Noctis peeking at him through his cracked door before striding out easily and smirking as he started to close the bathroom door.
“I got here first,” he said. Prompto reached out instinctively and groaned.
“No! Come on, Noct! I really need it...” he admitted, squirming. Noctis shrugged but behind his eyes there was a glint of mischief.
“Sucks to be you.”
Prompto could feel the click of the door in his bladder.
“Iggy!” he whined, rounding the corner into the kitchen. Ignis didn't look up from the stove.
“You seem distressed,” he said calmly.
“Noct stole the bathroom!” he said desperately. He wasn't sure what he expected Ignis to do about it, but he usually had a fix for things and he was tired and desperate.
“Well, he does live here so it can hardly be considered stealing,” he replied, a soft smirk gracing his lips. Prompto pouted.
“You know what I mean! I really need it...”
Ignis smiled a little sympathetically, but there was something else in it that Prompto couldn't quite identify.
“Come help with breakfast, it will help keep your mind off it,” he suggested. As he did so, he washed some spinach, hoping he might be able to sneak it in while Noctis was in the bathroom. Prompto groaned and tried to ignore it.
“I dunno if that's a good idea...”
Ignis waved his protests away.
“All you'll need to do is watch the stove,” he promised. At that precise moment, the sound of the pipes in the walls groaning with the rush of water from the shower interrupted them.
“Is he taking a shower?!” Prompto whined. Ignis shoved a large wooden spoon into his hand and turned him towards a big pot.
“May as well stay, now. Stir,” he instructed. Prompto peered into the pot, dipping his spoon in to stir.
“Who has soup for breakfast?” he asked. Ignis was busy chopping up something Prompto didn't recognize.
“Many people. However, that's beside the point. The soup is for lunch.”
When Prompto felt like he couldn't stand still staring at soup anymore, he excused himself from the kitchen. Instead, he paced the hallway. The shower wasn't running anymore, but somehow Noctis had still found something to do in there that was taking way too long. He was about to hammer on the door again when a pair of strong arms wrapped around his middle and hefted him back into a solid body. He gasped and struggled to free himself as they pressed into his bladder.
“You're noisy,” he growled tiredly. Prompto groaned.
“W-Wait... Gladio, seriously..! Lemme go..!” he said in a panic. A sudden wave of urgency washed over him. Gladio moved his arms higher but kept him held fast.
“Or what?”
Any other time this would have been kind of sexy, but right now Prompto just wanted to get into the bathroom.
“Or I'll piss on you, seriously..! Make Noct get out of there!” he practically sobbed, keeping his thighs closed tightly. He felt the scratchiness of Gladio's stubble on his neck and gasped, squirming away. He didn't want to let himself be lulled into relaxation. The other man let his hands play delicately on his stomach, his sides, his hips. It was torture! He could swear they were plotting against him! Finally Gladio pulled him flush against his body and hummed in sympathy.
“Y'know what makes it fucking impossible to piss?” he asked and Prompto groaned and shook his head. He could probably figure it out if his whole brain wasn't focused on keeping them both dry. Which became an immense struggle when Gladio reached down and wrenched his legs apart enough to grab his cock outside his pants.
“Coming.”
Prompto gasped and gripped his arm.
“Seriously, dude?!” he pleaded. Gladio laughed and slid a hand down his pants, and Prompto could have sworn he pressed against his bladder on purpose.
“I am serious. Can only do one at a time, so have some fun while you're waiting,” he insisted. Every stroke and massage felt like it would make him burst, but it was also making him hard, and his body couldn't decide what to do.
“I-It sorta feels like it's not helping...” he whimpered, squirming under the touch. Gladio continued stroking.
“Sure looks like it is, you're pretty fuckin' hard,” he replied. Prompto flushed both from the strain of having to hold himself and from the teasing.
“Just relax, I'll make you come so hard you forget your own name,” he purred lowly. Prompto couldn't argue with that, he'd definitely done it before.
“A-And then what?” Prompto asked, but Gladio simply smirked and kept stroking.
Prompto at least managed to rest his body back against Gladio without trouble. Every stroke of his rough hand brought a moan of pleasure and frustration. Having a full bladder must be making it all the more sensitive. Plus, though he'd never admit it, the threat of relieving himself with every stroke was actually kind of turning him on. Fighting to hold on and feeling like Gladio was pulling it out of him. The strokes only got stronger, rougher, and every time his thumb swiped over the head, pushing down just a little, Prompto felt that much closer to losing it. He was reduced to mumbling a string of half hearted protests and needy pleas that were mostly just moans. Distantly, he heard shuffling to the left of them at the end of the hall, and felt curious eyes on them. Not long after that, he registered the bathroom door had cracked open, and Noctis's face peeking out. The pleasure was pulling taut in his abdomen, mixed with the pressure of his bladder. He was squirming more under Gladio's touch, which only made the man double his efforts and stroke faster. It wasn't until Prompto saw Noctis reaching into his own pants that he came with a soft cry, a small slick spot blooming on the front of his pants. In the aftermath he couldn't help relaxing, and the first small spurt escaped him. He gasped and raked at Gladio's arms.
“S-Shit..! No, no...! Noct!” he pleaded. But Noctis was not looking at him. Curiously, he was looking at Gladio. In the next instant, he felt Gladio's arms tighten around him, and the man nipped at the most sensitive part of his neck while his hands pressed forcefully into his bladder. There was no holding back now. Prompto gasped and struggled pointlessly before relaxing against his boyfriend and jolting as it started to trickle out. He could see Noctis's eyes immediately move to the growing spot on his pants. His body was shaking from the effort of having to hold it in and the relief of finally letting go. It started to stream down his legs, pattering on the wood floors (which he was now thankful for) and puddling a little around them. He hadn't realized just how much there was. The pleasure of feeling his bladder empty was nearly as good as the orgasm that catalyzed it.
When he finally finished, he caught his breath before glaring at all of them with no real venom.
“You guys are assholes...” he pouted. Gladio just laughed behind him and kissed his neck again, shrugging his soaked pants off for him.
“Go clean up,” he ordered. Prompto saw that Noctis had finally opened the door and was looking at him with a mixture of pensiveness, arousal, and maybe guilt. Prompto stumbled to the bathroom door and his eyes wandered down to Noctis still very hard in his pants.
“Dude, did you get hard watching me piss myself?” he asked, scrunching up his face.
“Don't be mad, 'kay?” Noctis replied, offering his hand to lead him into the warm bathroom. Prompto sighed.
“You're gross,” he said before smiling and taking his hand. Noctis looked relieved. Noctis started the shower and shed his own pants again.
“Didn't you just shower?” Prompto asked suspiciously, as though he figured Noctis might have faked it just to torment him (and looking back, it may have very well been the case).
“Yeah but now I've got a hard-on and it's your fault,” he said, stepping into the shower and opening his arms. Prompto snorted and rolled his eyes, carefully getting in and taking his place.
Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Reader, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret
Pregnancy
After growing up together, now married Luna and Noct have a big favor to ask.
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You'd been feeling sick since you woke up, and you were reluctant to get out of bed. When a knock echoed through the room, you groaned and rolled over, mumbling something loudly but unintelligibly. The door opened unsurely and Ignis stuck his head in.
“Noctis informed me you were feeling a bit ill this morning...” he explained, looking you over. You nodded, registering a silver tray in his hand.
“Can you eat?” he asked. You groaned and hid your face, and you heard a soft laugh.
“Well, do try when you can muster it. Nothing intricate, plain rice, with some plum vinegar.”
You peeked out and made a face.
“Vinegar?” you asked, that sounded... Like the exact opposite of what you needed.
“It helps, it really does,” he encouraged, setting the tray on the dresser and offering you the bowl. You sighed and sat up, stilling to help the dizziness before taking the bowl.
You definitely should not have sat in the comfy, poofy chair. Despite how tempting it was, now it felt impossible to get out of with how big you were. While resting after another failed attempt, a scurry of steps and a sweet voice made you look up.
“Hey, lemme help...” it was Prompto, quite possibly the sweetest person you'd ever met. You smiled as he took a hand, using the other to support you overprotectively. As if the child were his. You sighed in relief when you were back on your feet.
“Thanks, I thought it was going to be my punishment for being greedy...” you joked. He laughed and looked at the table.
“Bringing any books?” he asked, ever eager to help. You nodded and reached out to the table. He was quicker, and snatched up the book pile.
“C'mon, I'll walk you.”
The room wasn't far, but when you reached the door he stalled.
“This might sound kinda weird but um.... Could I maybe get some shots of you? Only if you don't mind! I think you're really cute like this and I think Noct would really like em...” he mumbled. You smiled and opened the door, pulling him in.
Halfway through the shoot, Noctis walked into the room. Prompto pouted.
“Aw man, these were gonna be a surprise...” he whined. Noctis looked at him with confusion, then sighed, smiled, and walked out. Prompto punched the air in a minor victory.
You sat on the courtyard bench, one shoe off, rubbing your feet. It had been such a nice day, you wished you could just go on a simple walk without your body sabotaging you. You would just have to wait it out. Gladio walked by and, seeing you in a strange predicament, wandered over to you.
“You alright?” he asked, watching you massage your feet. You sighed and nodded, putting your shoe back on.
“I'm fine. I went for a walk but didn't really expect my feet to swell so quickly. Hurts. But I'm gonna let them rest a bit.”
He hummed and studied you for a second.
“Goin' back to your room?” he asked. You looked at him funny.
“Uh.. Yeah....”
“'Scuse me,” he said, then positioned one arm behind your back and one under your legs, lifting you with barely any strain.
“This okay?” he asked. You blinked and held on tightly.
“Um... Yeah, it's fine.”
Secretly, you were kind of impressed. He sounded a little worked, but not terribly so. Maybe you should have him carry you around more often.
The delivery wasn't difficult, but it was tense. Only Luna and Noctis accompanied you in the delivery room, soothing and comforting you as best they could. The labor was long, longer than anyone would have liked with an entire nation waiting. Then, in the dead of night, on the verge of falling asleep yourself, a tiny baby was placed into your arms. You traced every feature of her face with your eyes. Every bit that made her you, every bit that made her Noctis. Suddenly the thought of having to give her up, even, no especially, living in the same castle. Having her not know you as the one who had carried her and fallen in love with her. You cradled her and rested your forehead on hers, crying with her. A soft hand grazed your cheek and you looked up at Luna's blurry form.
“She'll be every bit as much your daughter as she is ours. She'll know what you've given her, and us.”
You handed her shakily to Noctis, who sat on the bed. The three of you gazed down at the tiny future of Lucis.
Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Reader, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret
Pregnancy, Threesome
After growing up together, now married Luna and Noct have a big favor to ask.
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Lunafreya walked with you to the garden, looking pensive and distracted. She had told you she needed to discuss something important, and it made you nervous just how worried she looked. Finally, she seemed to gather her resolve, taking your hand and sitting you on the bench with her.
“You know that... Noctis and I have been trying to concieve an heir...” she began. You nodded. It was still a source of slight pain that you tried to ignore. No matter how much they involved you in their relationship, that was something that was withheld. Mostly because there was a severe risk of discovery. It wasn't unusual to see the three of you being affectionate within the castle, but if anything escaped into the public things could get bad. The royal line was simply too precious to spread elsewhere.
“We've recently discovered that I am unable to bear a child, Noctis's heir cannot come from me...” she confessed, looking out at the flowers with a sort of resignation. You wrapped your arms around her and rested your head on her shoulder.
“Luna....”
She took a breath and kissed the top of your head, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek.
“We have something to ask, something... Perhaps a bit selfish...” she warned. Your heart beat quicker. You had an inkling where this might be going, but it was hard to believe.
“The child must be of Noctis's own blood, and if... If we were to choose anyone to carry his child...” she said, meeting your eyes finally. Your heart beat even quicker.
“You... Want me to have Noctis's baby...” you concluded. She smiled, and it relaxed you.
“You are under no obligation, we know this is an unusual proposal... We would rather someone we know and care for than to use artificial means. Though we won't object if it comes to that.”
You took a breath. To be able to do something so special for the ones you loved most.
“And how... Would insemination happen?” you asked a little awkwardly. Luna flushed just a little but kept her smile.
“Noctis would like to bed you, as would I.”
That's what you suspected.
“I would consider it an honor,” you answered finally.
Lunafreya guided you down into the bath, and you reclined against the side. The aches in your body were starting to be soothed, and briefly so were your nerves. Luna unpinned your hair, brushing her hands through it and running her hands lightly over your torso. You grabbed her arm and kissed it.
“I'm supposed to be the one bathing you,” you said. She brushed your hair from your face.
“Tonight you are royalty,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“At least join me!” you urged. She didn't need much convincing. When Noctis knocked at the door and opened it to check in on the two of you, he smiled at the sight of you resting on top of her as she ran a soap covered cloth lightly over your body.
You stepped into the dimly lit bedroom with only an airy robe, smiling at the candles and the smell permeating the room. Noctis was reclining on his hands at the edge of the bed with no shirt, watching the two of you enter the room.
“Alright, I know you didn't think of this yourself,” you teased him. He huffed and crossed his arms.
“Says who? Maybe I like candles,” he protested. When you smiled, he returned it just barely and opened his arms. You didn't hesitate to push yourself into them, wrapping your own around his torso. You buried your faces in each other's necks comfortingly.
“You smell nice,” he said suddenly, making you giggle nervously against him.
“You too.”
Lunafreya had climbed onto the bed and now sat on her knees, waving you over. You climbed obediently onto the bed and she kissed you before laying you down with your head resting in her lap. Her hands combed through your hair relaxingly, and Noctis watched for a second before joining you. As his hands deftly removed your robes, he somehow ended up straddling you. He paused his actions catching sight of your face and grinned a little.
“This looks kinda familiar,” he stated. You looked at him with confusion. A half second later, his hands descended and his fingers dug familiarly into your ribs and stomach. You couldn't hold back a soft shriek and your laughter as you writhed under him. You tried to fight him off but Luna had joined in, holding your arms just like she had all that time ago. You finally managed to gasp out a surrender before he stopped, brushing your hair back affectionately.
“Quit being so tense. It's fun, promise,” he said with a smirk. You flushed and nudged him, surprised to find that he'd actually begun to harden on top of you.
“I know it's fun! This isn't my first time, just my first with someone I really like,” you purred and gripped his arm to tug him down for a kiss. He hummed thoughtfully.
“Okay, how about Luna goes first?” he suggested.
“Noctis...” Lunafreya warned but stopped when she saw you smiling widely.
“I think that's a perfect idea,” you answered. Noctis moved off you with a grin and you rolled over, climbing up and kissing Luna while you pushed her down on her back. She didn't let you pull away, instead threading her fingers through your hair and intertwining your legs. When you finally had to break for air, you saw out of the corner of your eye, Noctis slipping out of his pants and palming himself through his boxers.
“I think your darling husband wants a show,” here, Noctis paused his actions, “may I?”
A smile graced her lips and she nodded.
Luna's body arched as you lifted her dress, and you made quick work of her bra. Your kisses trekked down to her breasts and you took her into your mouth, sucking on the delicate skin. She gasped and her leg reflexively came up between yours, grinding against you and making you moan against her.You smiled as you felt her press against the top of your head, urging you downward. How could you refuse? Your mouth explored her skin, wanting to find all the places that made her composure break, that forced soft gasps from her and made Noctis groan somewhere next to you. Your fingers traced over her clothed sex, relishing in how wet it had become. She tried to slide her underwear, the last remaining barrier, down her legs but you batted her hand away.
“I'm afraid you're not in charge tonight, My Lady,” you taunted. Still, you acquiesced, removing the offending article and tossing it off the bed. There wasn't much respite before you situated yourself between her legs, tracing your nails over her thighs as your breath ghosted over her. Your tongue dipped between her folds, turning her gasps to soft moans. Your fingers grip at her hips as she arches them towards your mouth. Your tongue explored every inch of her, pressing against her clit, trying to find all the places that would bring moans out of her. It slipped inside her and she writhed a little under you, making you hold onto her and continue to push further into her. Her breathing was becoming more labored, it was only driving you forward with need. You replaced your tongue with a finger, slipping the digit in easily as you went back up to suck on her clit. You curled your finger inside her and she moved her hips reactively. You lapped at her as much as you could before needing to break for air. You pulled your finger out and cleaned it off, and felt hands grab you around the waist and pull you backwards. You gasped as Noctis curled his body around yours, his cock pressing against you (you hadn't sene him taking off his boxers), and spoke lowly.
“You're greedy,” he accused, giving you a kiss before releasing you. You stuck out your tongue but he simply pushed past you to take your place between Lunafreya's legs, and continued where you left off. It was clear he knew her body far more intimately, from the way she was gasping and moaning. It made sense, and it was kind of a turn on to watch. You decided to assist, occupying your mouth with her breasts again. He wasn't at it long before her body shuddered under you.
Luna, who was now even more relaxed, sat behind you and massaged circles on your back as Noctis's mouth moved over your now naked body. Mostly searching for spots that made you gasp, and going over them again when he found them. As Luna's hands moved higher, her fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot on your neck just below your jaw that made you gasp. She nudged her husband.
“Noctis...” she alerted him, he looked up. Her fingers ran over the spot again, and you flushed and squirmed, whimpering quietly. His eyes were instantly alight and he slid back up your body, leaving an experimental kiss on the spot. It brought a needy whine from your throat. He immediately switched to love bites and laving the spot with his tongue. The effect had you gasping out breathy moans and tugging him closer, bowing your entire body up to meet his. When his name escaped you he let out his own noises of appreciation and couldn't restrain himself from grinding against you.
“S-Sorry... I--” but you kissed him to cut him off.
“Please... Noctis... I've been trying really hard not to push you down and take you myself...”
Out of your eye you could see Noctis's flushed face against your neck, and the sound of Lunafreya's laughter from behind you.
“So you're... Really sure?” Noctis asked again. He was poised between your legs already, hovering just above you while Lunafreya sat to the side and watched with some interest.
“Well it would be a silly time to turn back, wouldn't it?” you replied. He opened his mouth and you closed it.
“I promise, I'm absolutely positive I'd like to do this. As long as you're sure.”
He studied you for a moment longer before sitting up and pulling you with him. You straddled his lap, shivering as his cock rubbed against your thigh. His hands moved to cup your backside and lift you a little. You took a breath and pulled him into another kiss as you sat yourself down on his cock, feeling him slowly entering you. His moans were immediate, muffled by the kiss. It was still a huge turn on. You let out a shuddering breath, getting used to the stretch of his cock inside you. The sound of his breathy moans as you were completely filled with him was making you want to go faster, but when you moved you started slow. Rolling your hips, then with his help letting him thrust into you. You reached down to stroke your fingers over your clit, Noctis's eyes following them every inch of the way. He growled in frustration at the shallow thrusts and laid you back roughly, hiking your legs around his waist and pulling your hand away from touching yourself. It didn't last long, it was replaced by Luna's, slipping between the two of you and rubbing circles, precise and delicious in the way that belayed her practice. You made sure the moans you gave off for Noctis were loud enough to hear, loud enough to spur him into thrusting harder and deeper. Instead your arms came up around his neck, pulling him close, close enough to start kissing and nipping at your neck. Which only make you moan more, which only made him thrust harder. His own breaths were becoming more labored, and his thrusts were getting erratic. You were both still young, and fairly inexperienced. When he and Lunafreya both find particularly sensitive places, you tighten around him. His moans were now as loud as yours, and Luna was making it her mission to get you to come first. The thought of hearing Noctis like that, feeling him filling you up, getting you pregnant of all things... It made you come unexpectedly, holding tightly to him as you rode it out and moaned against his head. It didn't take much longer for him to follow.
Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Reader, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Noctis Lucis Caelum
No Warnings
After growing up together, now married Luna and Noct have a big favor to ask.
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The bustle of the wedding planning, the sheer enormity of the tasks that needed doing, and the class difference, meant that you didn't get to see much of Lunafreya before the wedding, and even less of Noctis. In fact, you hadn't seen him since you arrived days ago. Part of you was glad, you were worried after all this time, he might be different, or you might be different, or that everything you shared was some kind of complex dream. It was ridiculous, and you knew it, still... You didn't seek him out, for plenty of reasons.
When you first saw Noctis walking towards the front of the altar, your breath caught in your chest. 12 years had definitely made a difference, not that he was an unattractive kid. In fact seeing him now brought up memories of your old crush, giving it a little life once again. When Luna practically floated down the large aisle, you lost your breath again. Even though you'd seen her in her dress before, there was something radient about her, something happy. It was something you rarely saw anymore. You muffled a giggle when you looked towards Noctis, watching her as well, looking very much like you felt. Your amusement was short lived, as she stood next to him it sent another stab through your heart. You were thankful it was socially acceptable to cry at weddings, even though this one was full of a wealth of emotions you couldn't pick apart, both good and painful. The wedding was a many hours long affair, and you felt bad for Lunafreya in her heavy wedding dress, and everyone in suits. When they walked together back down, Luna looked at you and smiled. This finally caught Noctis's attention and he turned to see what she was looking at. Your eyes met and you smiled at him through the tears as he seemed caught off guard. You were happy it didn't take him much time to figure out who you were.
The reception was a little more languid, there were fewer attendees, and there was alcohol which you sorely needed. You skipped the first dance. You felt guilty, but you'd already been set up to deal with enough pain. You'd return to the scene when other people joined in maybe, if only to watch. However, Lunafreya was having none of it. As soon as her first dance with her new husband was finished, she weaved through the crowd, followed by a few eyes, and took hold of your hand to pull you onto the dance floor. A few titters came from the surrounding crowd and you flushed, but you were happy. She moved in close, resting her forehead against yours as the music began.
“Do you know this dance? I do not...” she admitted a little shyly. It sent you both into a fit of quiet giggles. You nodded, and she let you lead.
“Have you been crying?” she asked, a note of concern present. Of course she would notice, you both are practically kissing distance.
“Of course I have, me and the entire kingdom,” you laughed, making sure to smile for her. She studied you for a moment longer before the music changed and a playful smile swept over her face. You were a little alarmed when she distanced herself, holding on barely by the hand and clearly going for another partner. Another hand in yours caught your attention and you couldn't believe you let yourself gasp when you turned to see Noctis grabbing it as he watched his new wife dance away from the two of you with a smile, more of a smirk really. Noctis shook his head and sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his face as his attention turned back to you. You recovered from your shock, glad you had the chance to look at him more closely.
“You look well, Your Highness,” you teased, though it would seem perfectly ordinary to anyone else. Apparently Noctis, like Luna, had no intention of pursuing the ordinary. He rolled his eyes.
“Get over here, already,” he said, pulling you into a hug. You smiled a little dreamily and returned it.
“It's been a while, Noctis...” you spoke a little lower this time, “I'm glad I get to see you again.”
He nodded and positioned you both for the dance, it was hard to get in the habit of following when you led the last one.
“You look... Different,” he said. It made you laugh.
“Well it has been 12 years, is different good?” you asked curiously. He made no effort to hide his gaze as it slid over your form.
“Very.”
“You've become very handsome, yourself. What did you think when you first saw Luna?” you prodded. His eyes tracked her down in the mass and he looked a little wistful.
“Wasn't really sure I deserved to marry her, still not sure if I deserve it,” he admitted. You gave him a little squeeze.
“Of course you do, and she deserves you. Don't jinx it, just enjoy your beautiful wife,” you instructed. He hummed and turned his attention back to you.
“Oh yeah, you were crying earlier right? What's up?” he asked. This time it pulled a genuine laugh from you.
“Yeah, you two are perfect for each other.”
The honeymoon was a difficult time, though you would never admit it to anybody. Not for the first time, you pushed through the doors to reveal the kitchen. You let out a loud sigh before realizing the kitchen was in fact occupied.
“Oh six come on!”
“Has the kitchen offended or might you need some directions?”
The voice to your right startled you and you flushed, turning to look.
“Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize there was anyone here!” you said quickly. You recognized the man, though you didn't have much contact with the Prince's own retainers.
“I'm lost...” you said hopelessly. The man laughed.
“I'd assumed, where is it you're trying to get to?”
“The training room,” you sighed. He took his eyes off the dough he was kneading and peered at you, using the only part of his hand not covered in flour to adjust his glasses.
“Do you fight?” he asked curiously.
“All the able bodied staff who spend any amount of time with the Prince or Princess are encouraged to train in at least basic combat,” you explained.
“I see,” he mused.
“But... With everything going on I haven't been keeping up and... I would like to practice.”
He nodded and placed a cloth over the dough, washing off his hands.
“I'd be glad to show you the way,” he offered.
“Oh! Will it be alright?” you asked, nodding to the dough. The question made him smile.
“Perfectly, it needs to rise. It is also my second attempt...” he said, turning and fetching a plate and holding it out to you. A plate full of cute pastries, and they looked like they might be filled with something. You reached for one and he nodded encouragingly.
“They're not quite right, but it would be a shame to waste them, and with Noctis gone there's no one who will devour them quite as quickly...” he said. You laughed and took a bite as he led you out the door.
“Oh! This is really good!” you exclaimed, a smile sweeping over you. Despite your mood, you couldn't help feeling just a little bit lighter.
“Glad to hear it,” he responded.
“So you cook for Noctis? That must be a chore. Or perhaps it was only our food he was so picky about,” you said. The man sighed.
“I wish that were so. As it is, I'd rather deal with a toddler's appetite than his,” he lamented. Some part of you was glad he hadn't changed so much.
“I'd forgotten you've been with Lunafreya for some time, you were there when Noctis was recovering I assume.”
You nodded.
“We were fast friends, thanks to Lunafreya. After I stopped being afraid to approach him, that is.”
The man guided you around a corner, and you both stepped aside to watch guards march past.
“It must be strange to see them wed now,” he said. You narrowed your eyes at the floor and kept walking with him.
“That's one word for it, I suppose.”
You regretted saying anything when he studied you the rest of the way, and you didn't need to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking.
“It certainly is... Difficult to watch someone you have feelings for choose a path that cannot involve you,” he guessed, leaving it open ended enough.
“Was I that obvious?” you asked nervously, hand on the training room door. He smiled apologetically.
“No, I'm merely that clever.”
Difficult as it was, the time apart from them and the chat had left a nagging in your head you couldn't get out. This was their life now, and it didn't include you, couldn't include you, as anything more than a helping hand. So, though you felt like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home, when they returned from their trip you resisted the urge to make an affectionate display and simply welcomed them back with a smile. A look of concern shadowed Luna's face. Every kiss they shared, every time they urged you to eat with them, every time you ran into them on your walks through the garden. You always found excuses to lower your gaze and leave. It simply hurt too much, and you didn't know what else to do. It was evening, and you'd been told by one of the guards that Lunafreya wanted to see you in her room. You'd heard vaguely that there was a meeting somewhere in the castle, and you figured it wouldn't be so bad if it was just Luna. So you went and knocked on the door. It wasn't more than a few seconds before the door flew open and Lunafreya pulled you inside.
“My Lady, what...?” you started, but the sound of the door closing and locking startled you. Standing in front of it, to your surprise, was Noctis. You looked between them.
“What... Why...?”
“Cause you've been avoiding us...” Noctis answered, stepping closer. Luna surged forward and grabbed your hands, holding them tightly.
“_______.... if we've upset you please give us the chance to fix it...” Lunafreya pleaded.
“No! It isn't... It's not that... I just...” you couldn't think of how to say it. She pulled you closer and Noctis moved up behind you, and you lowered your head, feeling tears escape. Her hands let go of yours and instead travelled up to your face, her thumbs trying to swipe away the tears.
“I-Its stupid but I... Seeing you married now, the two people I love most in the world, knowing you're living a whole other life together, one where I'm a footnote...” you rambled on, finally releasing all the words that had been boiling in you since the engagement.
“I'm sorry, it's selfish and I know that... And you two deserve to be happy... I just...”
Lunafreya and Noctis looked surprised, and then looked at each other. There was a communication you couldn't here, something silent and entirely visual. They nodded with just an inclination of the head and their eyes were back on you.
“You are much more than that, as you always have been,” Lunafreya said firmly, and then her gentle hand guided your face to hers and her soft lips met yours. You hummed into it, perhaps not as surprised as you should have been.
“You seriously thought we'd let you just come here and play servant?” Noctis asked, and when the first kiss was through, his hand grabbed your chin lightly and turned your face so he could kiss you. Standing between them, you felt the most peace you had in years.
Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Reader, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Lunafreya Nox Fleuret
No Warnings
After growing up together, now married Luna and Noct have a big favor to ask.
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Under law, you were a retainer to the house of Fleuret, ever faithful to the Oracle line. As your mother before you, and her mother before her. Nearly every generation raised in the lower wings of the castle, very rarely seeing even the princess or prince. Until your 9th birthday when you were introduced to a likewise 9 year old Lunafreya. Unofficially, you were a loyal friend, one of the few she'd been able to have with her training leaving her unable to do much outside the castle. At first, you had been too scared to even go near her, lest you break some kind of social code. It wasn't until you spotted her reading in the library, a gigantic tome on her lap, that your relationship deepened. When you locked eyes, you panicked, and turned to disappear into the stacks.
“Wait!” she halted you with her voice, sounding far too loud in the quiet of the library. You turned, trying to remember every formality your mother had ever taught you.
“My Lady...?” you prepped. You chanced a look at her as you kept your head lowered, she was smiling.
“Would you read with me?” she asked. Unlike when your mother or her brother talked to you, it sounded like a real question. You were so surprised you forgot to address her properly, and simply nodded. She scooted over on the enormous chair and looked at you expectantly. You scrambled over and sat next to her, nervous at first. Until you looked at the book she was reading. Nestled inside it, small and hidden, was a sticker book, which she was working hard to decorate. The sight sent you giggling, which set her off as well, and you spent several minutes trying to hush yourselves even though you were alone.
The visiting royalty caught your attention, after you discovered one of them was only a few years younger than yourself. You discovered this when you rounded a corner one day and ran straight into the side of a wheelchair being pushed down the hall. You had just enough time to assess the boy in the chair looking curiously at you, and the man pushing him smiling kindly at you, before you yelped and dove out of sight back where you came from. When news first circulated of their arrival, your mother crossed her arms and looked at you sternly as she told you to stay out of their way. You did your best to obey over the next few weeks, you should have figured it wouldn't be that easy.
Mindlessly, you were walking in step with Pryna through the garden. You were mesmerized by her tail and not bothering to look where you were going. She stopped suddenly, making you nearly trip over her, and sniffed the air. Then she took off through the bushes, startling you. Still, you wanted to see where she was going. She went through brush not big enough for humans, and you lagged. You saw her feet disappear behind a hedge and pushed your way there, finally breaking through and falling onto the grass. When you looked up to follow the sound of the dog, Lunafreya was sitting on a bench, petting her. When you stood to brush yourself off, it caught her attention and she smiled, waving you over. You shuffled a little closer.
“U-Um. My Mama said I'm not supposed to get in the way,” you said, glancing around. Another face peeked out behind Lunafreya, a patch of dark hair and curious blue eyes. The boy you'd seen before. Lunafreya smiled mischievously and pointed to the bench next to her.
“Well if you sit over here, you won't be in the way,” she reasoned. You smiled and went over to take a seat, Lunafreya reaching up and plucking a leaf from your hair. You and the boy peered at each other from around Lunafreya's ahoulders.
“You're the girl from the hallway...” he noted. You looked down shyly and mumbled an apology he didn't hear.
“My dad says 'Sorry'” he announced suddenly, making you meet his eyes again curiously. He puffed his chest out and put on a deep voice, to imitate his dad you suspected.
“Do find out the young lady's name next time you see her, and give her my apologies for startling her,” he finished with a soft giggle that spread to you and Lunafreya. You relaxed a little.
“So?” he asked. You frowned.
“So, what?”
“What's your name?” he pushed.
“________” you answered, putting out your hand like you'd always been taught. He reached for it, but it was hard to reach around Lunafreya. She smiled and grabbed both your hands, making them meet and forcing the two of you to lean into her. Her hand stayed wrapped around the two of yours.
“Noctis,” he returned. That was the beginning of it all, really.
There were times you would see them together, in his bedroom, or her pushing him around the halls, and they appeared to be deep in conversation. When you stumbled in on them like this, it was a stark reminder that they were both part of something you'd never be. Not just royalty but saviors in their own right. It left you aching and in those times you tried to escape without being seen, to not feel like you were intruding. Every time, Lunafreya would turn and offer her hand out to you with a smile, and in turn Noctis would gaze curiously at you and offer his own wide grin. In those moments you were reminded that while they were part of something you were not, you had something equally important with them. Together.
When you knocked on Noctis's door, you only heard a mumble in response. You assumed that was meant to invite you in... You pushed a tray into the room and smiled at the sight of him curled up under the blankets.
“Your Highness?” you tested. There was a few moments of silence before his sleepy voice came from the bundle on the bed again.
“Why do you call me that?” he asked, and peeked out at you, finally working towards waking up. You blinked at him.
“Because... You're a Prince?” you said slowly, a little confused. He yawned and smiled sleepily at you.
“Yeah but it's kinda weird when you say it,” he said. You climbed up on the bed with him.
“I get scolded if I don't, but... I guess I can just say Noctis when Mama isn't around...” you conceded. He hummed in agreement and nuzzled into his pillow.
“You can't go back to sleep! I already brought in breakfast! I had to push it all the way here!” you complained. His eyes were still closed, but he was smiling at your complaints.
“I'll eat it later.”
“It'll be gross later.”
“It's already gross...” he mumbled.
“Hey!”
“I'm still tired...”
You huffed and scooted closer.
“You're always tired!”
“No this time for real...”
You sighed and prodded the lump under the blanket. It quivered and you smiled. You poked harder a few different times, and this time he let out a laugh of protest and squirmed. You started to tug the covers off and he held them in a death grip. You were stronger, pulling him up into a seated position. By now, he was mostly smiling and laughing, being a pain for the sake of it. You launched forward to dig your fingers into his sides, making him squeal and struggle out of your grip.
“N-No fair!”
He caught your hands and they ended up locked, both trying to dance around each other. Neither of you noticed Lunafreya enter the room until she crawled up onto the bed behind Noctis.
“Luna! Help!” he cried.
“Luna! He keeps trying to go back to sleep!” you countered. She eyed both of you with a smile before sneaking up and wresting Noctis's arms behind him, locking them in place.
“Hey! What?!”
You smiled triumphantly as you went back in and your fingers skittered over his sides and his stomach, under his shirt that was beginning to ride up. You enjoyed the laughter that burst from him, ringing out into the room. You and Lunafreya couldn't help laughing too.
“O-Okay!” he sputtered out, and you backed off just enough to let him talk.
“I-I won't go back to sleep... Promise...” he panted. You smiled, finally satisfied and removed your hands. Luna released his arms and he caught his breath for a minute, reaching up to swipe away the teariness in his eyes.
“But now...” he said, leering at you. When he lunged you yelped and backed up towards Luna.
“Luna! Help me!” you cried. Your back was pressed against her, and when you felt her hands latch onto your wrists and pin you down, you gasped and met her mischevous look. Noctis laughed and straddled you to help pin you down.
“Wait-!” you tried to protest but broke out into a fit of giggles immediately as Noctis returned the favor. Except he exercised zero restraint as his fingers dug in wherever they could get to. You shrieked and tried to writhe away, but with their combined strength there was no way you were escaping. You didn't last as long as he did before giving in.
“Okay! S-Sorry!” you gasped out. His assault paused and you caught your breath.
“I'm sorry..!” you pleaded again and he rolled off you in laughter. You laid back, Luna joined the two of you, all slowly trying to control your laughter with your heads nearly touching reclined on the bed.
Fire and betrayal tore Noctis from both your lives in an instant. As well as the queen. While the invaders were still present, your mother kept you in the lower levels of the castle. To stay out of sight was to stay alive. You could only hope the same rules applied to royalty. A few weeks passed before things quieted down, and even though the empire was still a presence, they seemed content simply marching and guarding. You wept the first time you saw Lunafreya was alive and mostly unharmed. Many of your nights were spent sneaking into her room and holding her tightly through the night while she cried where there was no one there to tell her to be strong. When the invaders came to the conclusion that Lunafreya and Ravus were far too young to be a real threat, they allowed them each other's company. On those nights Ravus would evict you from the room and take your place. At least you knew Lunafreya was in loving hands.
When news of the engagement came, Lunafreya was sat at the vanity, reading while you brushed through her hair. It came by way of Ravus, who looked as though he didn't know quite how to feel about the situation. It was the first time in your life you had ever seen Lunafreya blush, and though it was slight and quickly faded, you still had to quell the pang of jealousy in you. Still, if Lunafreya were to marry anyone, you would rather no one other than Noctis. She stopped reading, instead becoming lost in her own head as you brushed methodically. She only came out of it when she examined your face in the mirror and saw trails of tears running down your cheeks. She halted the brush and turned, grabbing your face with worry.
“I wish you and Noctis all the happiness in the world, My Lady... But...” you weren't sure how to continue, you felt selfish. She stood and placed a kiss on your forehead, urging you to continue.
“It means you will be swept away to Lucis, and I'll miss you terribly,” you finished. Not to mention, knowing her and Noctis would be together again without you made you feel empty. Her hands wrapped around yours and squeezed.
“It would be a great honor if you would accompany me to Lucis and continue service as my retainer,” she assured. You sniffled and smiled.
“But you have your future doting husband and all his own retainers,” you listed.
“Then accompany me as my friend,” she urged. She brought your hands to her lips.
“I know Noctis would wish to see you,” she continued. You assented, feeling much more relieved.
Lunafreya gasped as you tightened the strings on the back of her dress, you stopped and looked over her shoulder.
“I hate to say it, My Lady, but... This may not be the right dress... I think perhaps you should try the next stylist,” you offered. She sighed and nodded, helping you shed her dress.
“At this rate we'll be lucky to be married by next century,” she said, shaking her head. You smiled and fixed the dress back on the figure while she redressed.
“You need only find something comfortable, you'll look beautiful in whatever you choose,” you promised. She picked up the registry of artists around the continent who had been summoned to design a dress.
“I've heard there's a lovely artist in Altissia who's work is very much above and beyond,” you suggested, turning to the page.
The soft flowers brushed against your face as you both laid in the field, escaping for just a moment.
“Luna? Are you happy to be getting married?” you asked. She seemed to think carefully before answering.
“If I am to spend my life with someone, I am glad it will be Noctis,” she said finally. You nodded in agreement, you would probably be okay marrying him.
“Do you like him?” you pressed.
“I love him, as much as you can love your dearest friend. As much as I love you. I know he feels the same, and that is enough for me,” she answered. She sounded content. That meant it was enough for you too.
Stories of your different patrons as a worker in the most well-kept and prestigious brothel in the continent.
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The loud knocking at the door startled you as you brushed your hair, making you jump and loosen some strands of your hair. You were rubbing your head when you went to answer the door, and any thought you may have had of scolding them dies when you see the man in front of you.
“Gladio !” you exclaimed. He seemed pleased that you remembered him, or maybe pleased that you were surprised. It was hard to tell. He stepped through your door with a grin and gave your cheek a stroke before looking around with a low whistle.
“Looks like you got yourself a lot of fans,” he commented, eyeing some of the gifts you'd collected over your time here. Then he raked his eyes over your body and you smiled warmly at him, offering yourself up.
“And damn you grew up,” he purred. It hadn't been that long, but you certainly felt a lot more mature than the last time he saw you.
“When you didn't drop by I was worried you forgot your promise to visit,” you pouted a little, but your eyes held mischief. He looked genuinely apologetic, running his fiand through the back of his hair.
“Don't get a lotta free time with my job,” he shrugged. You walked over and pressed yourself up against him, wrapping your arms around him.
“So would you like me to show you everything I've learned?” you asked. To your surprise he shook his head, there was a playful glint behind his eyes as his hands roamed down your body and over your backside.
“Nu-uh, I got a treat in mind for you,” he growled, and lifted you up against him to carry you to the bed.
Gladio instructed you to lay properly on the bed, you obeyed.
“And you better have those clothes off by the time I get back from the wardrobe,” he warned. Now you were intrigued. It was a good thing you rarely wore layers, it rarely takes a long time to undo a sash and shrug off a robe and underwear.
“Still cute as hell, too,” he remarked as he wandered back over. You simply smiled graciously. He was armed with a pair of cuffs which you looked at with curiosity. He stole one arm, raising it over your head and closing one cuff over it. He slid it around a post in the headboard before capturing your other arm.
“Not too tight?” he asked. You shook your head.
“I have to admit I'm curious, though. You said this was a treat, but for who I wonder?” you teased. He laughed loudly.
“Let's say for both of us.”
Rough thumbs circled the soft skin above your hips, occasionally dipping lower to brush over your thighs. The entire time he took you in, looking at every detail in your form with a sort of familiarity and adoration. You spread your legs wider for him. You felt determined to prove you were no longer the shy, nervous girl you had been when he first visited.
“What's your safe word, baby girl?” he asked casually. Oh. You squirmed under his body and his smile widened a little at the sight.
“Moogle,” you replied, then smiled smugly at him with a hint of challenge, “though I've never had to use it...”
He took the bait and his grin turned wolfish, like he was prepared to devour you.
“Course not, I haven't been around.”
Fingers were already running up and down your slit, making you move your hips a little.
“Think you could take me this time, beautiful?” he asked.
“Without a doubt,” you said breathily. The fingers dove between your folds and prodded at your entrance, making you whine just a little. Gladio seemed to be satisfied with this, three fingers pushed into you without much fanfare, making you gasp and groan. His fingers were big, and the stretch was a little uncomfortable, but you kept your safe word locked in your chest. He wouldn't break you that easily. Also, you wanted to see where this would go. When he's sure you aren't uttering a safe word, his fingers begin moving again.
The first time you felt his warm tongue grazing your clit you had your eyes closed, lost in the feeling of his fingers stretching you and curling just right inside you.
“Six...” you moaned from the added stimulation. It made him laugh. He licked another broad stripe over you and hummed in appreciation.
“Change of plans... I'm pretty hungry all the sudden,” he said, curling his fingers again and hitting that spot as he went in to lick at your clit again. You would definitely not last like this. Your legs spread wider and he took it as a good sign, going in to suck and lick at your clit with more pressure. His free hand had to hold your hips down to keep you from writing out of his grasp. Even still, when he thrust in particularly hard and added pressure with his tongue, your hips bucked upward instinctively trying to get closer to the pleasure as you let out a moan that made him moan in return. He did it again, and again, listening to the way your breathing got more and more labored and your moans got closer together until you finally tightened around him with a loud gasp. He kept pumping his fingers until your body stopped shuddering beneath him. He only slipped out his fingers and pulled away for a brief reprieve.
You opened your mouth to ask him a question, but when he hoisted your legs over his shoulders and dove back in between them you nearly shrieked his name from the oversensitivity. He waited just a second listening for a safe-word but even though this was going to be agonizing, you wanted it. His tongue explored you more fervently now, licking you clean and slipping inside you. Your body was shaking and he had to hold your hips still again. The buildup of pleasure was already back, much quicker having been preceded by one already. He didn't suck, but his tongue moved in all the perfect spots, roughly brushing against the head tucked away under your clit and making you gasp and jerk in his arms. It felt different this time. You felt like you would burst. He caught you off guard and the moment his tongue delved back into you, another orgasm settled over you like a wave. This time, you could feel your release practically dripping out of you. It surprised him, but he seemed more than happy to help clean up.
As his tongue once again started to lap up everything you released you groaned and squirmed.
“Gladio... I-I can't....” you pleaded. He mercifully switched to leaving kisses on your thighs, for the time being anyways.
“I know you got one more in you, baby girl. You're doin' so well. Just one more...” he encouraged. His kisses continued as he waited for you to safeword. Truthfully... Those kisses were making you desperate to be filled, and unbelievably you didn't want the warmth, the closeness, to ever stop.
“Make me come..” you breathed. He was quick to oblige. Despite having already made you come twice, his tongue moved like he was starving for you. It only took a few light strokes this time, and the orgasm was not as strong, but pleasant and warm. A nice way to end it. When he licked you through it your hips tried to get away from his tongue.
“M-Moogle..” you managed to gasp out. His attention stopped and he pulled away from you panting. He gently set your hips down and wiped himself clean before moving up to unlock the cuffs.
“All good?” he asked, taking your hands and gently rubbing your wrists. You nodded.
“You know I don't mind taking care of you...” you offered, reaching down to rub his cock through his pants. He brought the hand up to kiss it.
“Later, beautiful, take a little break first,” he said, pulling you against him and planting soft kisses on your neck.
