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"I've gotten really attached to Cor, I need to kiss him and force him to take a goddamn nap," says Adri, throwing aside pretenses and denial.

"I also want to violently suck his dick under the command table while he's giving a briefing," he continues.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Original Character(s), Gladiolus Amicitia/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia, Original Characters, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Emetophilia, Vomiting, Sickfic, Smut, Fever, Trans Male Character Summary:

This is absolutely self-indulgent nonsense, and I plan to upload a non-emeto version, but uhhh. Yeah.

(Character Reference at bottom of page)

HUGE emeto TW

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Something Something Sick In Bed

ship: Lux Astrum x Gladiolus Amicitia source: Final Fantasy XV word count: 1103

Maybe Gladio can't fuck the sick right out of Lux, but neither of them can keep their fucking hands off of each other even when one of them has the flu.

This is the edited version with absolutely no gross shit involved, you're all free to read without having to put up with my disgusting bullshit.

tag list: @wwafterdark @alluredbyalatus @thebeedroomhymns @the-sleeping-city @camellias-and-cayenne @modena-afterdark

The fact of the matter was, if one of them got sick, they ALL got sick.

Which was not to say preventative measures weren't taken, holding up in a motel was a good enough way to quarantine. Or at least provide some respite if the worst would come to worst.

Lux had the honor of being patient zero this time, the brunt of flu symptoms having hit him like a bus. Despite the risk of contagion, Gladio remained at his side, braving the hot zone as it were.

Lux's weak, half-limp body was currently in the bed, one bit of banter had led to something else, and now Gladio was reaching down to unbuckle his pants to free his leaking cock from the confines of his pants.

"Damn that pitiful sick look is so hot on you," he hummed as he gave himself a moment to take in the sight of the mess in front of him, a soft grunt of arousal escaping him as he climbed onto the bed. 

Lux didn't reply, presumably way too exhausted if his fluttering eyelids and heaving chest had anything to say about it. Gladio took the liberty of relieving him of his lounge shorts, making to toss them to the side before a small detail caught his attention. 

"Someone's excited~"

"Hurry up and give me some fuck endorphins, delivery behemoth."

"Yes sir!"

With that little bit of banter out of the way, Gladio wasted no time positioning his sizeable cock against Lux's slit, inciting a small gasp from the dragoon. As his breath hitched, Gladio proceeded to push his hips forward, sinking himself into that tight, wet hole with his own groan, this one of satisfaction.

"Fuuuck, Lux, your pussy's burning up." His head tilted back slightly, closing his eyes as he indulged in the warmth of Lux's fever-hot cunt. "Feels so good around my cock..."

Lux merely moaned, a sound that was dangerously close to a whimper. Though, he had no energy to hold up pretenses at the moment, not to mention clarity to even be embarrassed. That and the fact that being absolutely filled to the brim with Gladio's throbbing cock was already scrambling his brain of course. 

Gladio wasted no time in pulling his hips back and then thrusting into him again, and then again, and again. After all, Lux was too limp to put much effort into reciprocating. 

Which admittedly felt kind of nice on his end, being jostled back and forth as he lost himself in the disorientation of fever and pleasure. His moans were soft and subdued, not having the strength to express his satisfaction.

Gladio was a bit more explicit about his own pleasure, pushing Lux's thighs forward against his chest to reach a more indulgent angle. His grunts and moans were more prominent as he buried his cock in Lux's cunt over and over again, eyes clenched shut and brow furrowed. 

"Gods you're so hot, you're making me sweat," he panted, feeling the fever heat radiating off of Lux's body.

Lux merely replied with a thumbs up as Gladio cracked an eye open, the latter smirking.

"How's about a cold shower after this?" he asked, punctuated by a loud moan. "We're both gonna need it."

"Uhuh..." Lux figurately and literally drooled, his head tilted off to the side as an expression of delirious indulgence overtook his face. 

"Fuck you look so sexy right now," Gladio groaned, his breaths becoming short and shallow as he continued to pound away. 

Truthfully, Lux looked like hell. The absolute picture of unflattering illness.

But that pitiful state plus the expression of overwhelmed pleasure was such a turn-on for Gladio that he found himself unable to keep from running his eyes over him. Lux was always so deadpan and snarky, it was always a treat to see that personality flipped on its head like this. 

Lux didn't really know how long Gladio went at it, only really paying attention when Gladio would stop to make sure he was okay, to which Gladio would receive a telling glare that said 'don't stop, dumbass.' 

Gladio wasn't really keeping track either, to his merit. It's not like either of them were allowed to leave the motel room and convene with the others, they were on strict quarantine so might as well pass the time in the most preferable of ways. 

But as always, Gladio eventually found his composure faltering, not afraid to be a little loud about his indulgence as his previously steady rhythm began to break off into inconsistent thrusts.

"Oh FUCK, Lux, I'm so fucking close," he panted, being so courteous as to keep his boyfriend up to speed. 

Of course, Lux could only make a drooly 'blehhhh' of confirmation, eyes rolled back as he limply shifted back and forth. A spasm of pleasure would wrack his frame every now and again, and Gladio wondered if he'd be able to finish from this.

But he sure as hell was going to, closing his eyes again as he squeezed Lux's thighs and picked up his erratic pace.

"Godsdammit... Fuck, I'm so close... I'm so CLOSE, I'M-!"

He choked suddenly, feeling Lux's inner walls beginning to throb around his cock. He opened his eyes, seeing Lux's expression had now become a dazed, weary smile of indulgence. 

"Oh fuck are you cumming? Gods, that's so fucking HOT, you're totally out of it aren't you? FUCK, don't mind if I-" Gladio let out a sharp moan, doubling over and managing a few more moments of desperate humping before slamming his cock deep inside of Lux's throbbing cunt, groaning in indulgence as thick ropes of cum shot inside of the tight, hot hole with every twitch of his cock.

This got an audible reaction out of Lux, who made a sound akin to a hiccup before shuddering in satisfaction, stiffening before going limp again with a groan. 

Gladio grunted, allowing himself to ride out his mind-numbing orgasm until the last twitch of his cock dribbled the remainder of his cum into Lux. 

Both of them sat or lay in their own respective positions, panting, and sweating, and thoroughly satisfied.

"Fuck, Lux..." Gladio breathed, trembling a little bit from the intensity of his orgasm.

"Mhmmm..." Lux mumbled, his eyes closed and his expression back to one of weariness. 

"Heh. Looks like someone enjoyed himself. Your welcome for your respite of pleasure from your hellacious-" Gladio began to before a few small coughs rose from his chest.

Lux's eyes snapped open just in time to make eye contact with him, the two staring at each other for a second.

"... Fuck."

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Well fuck, who needs zaleplon when you can just admit your most embarrassing kink in a fit of fever delirium?

And THEN write a whole sickfic based off of it? Where is this motivation when I WANT to be productive?

Anyway, I edited it into a non-disgusting version, so hold on while I upload that.

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Adri deliriously admits one of his "what the fuck" fetishes under cut

(emeto mention)

God the thought of a guy rubbing my back and hair while I'm barely trying to cling to lucidity and repeatedly vomiting into something is such a turn on

Either comforting me or lightheartedly poking fun at me because "Damn, you just keep going"

And then when I'm done and barely capable of keeping myself upright, he pulls my head back for me and is like "Good boy, you got it all out?"

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Maybe *I* couldn't survive a three-way between Angeal and Gladio (not that I wouldn't TRY) but you know who could?

Terra

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New Adri at the Disco song "I ride beards not bicycles"

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I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO LAUGH OR CRYYYYYY, but also YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT

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Thinking about him breathing heavily and groaning out my name while he fucks his hand. His other arm is thrown over his face, and his eyes roll back a little as his hips buck up to meet his fist. He's thinking about how I have to look up at him to make eye contact. How I look doing it, how easy it is to use that seemingly innocent image for other purposes. Imagining me on my knees looking up at him, and he's stroking up and down in front of my face, or maybe I'm on my back underneath him. Pretending that his hand is actually me, that it's warm and tight and wet, that he can hear me making little noises each time he fucks his cock inside.

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I've already got a spicy fic in mind are you kidding me???

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big, stoic man with a rich voice that caresses your flesh and warms your body. he can say anything and leave you shivering in delight. you expect him to grunt and groan in bed—that’s what tall, strong men do, right? and he does. but he also has the sexiest moans you’ve ever heard. the sound is unexpectedly vulnerable, tinged with desperation; the palpable sweetness is barely enough to whet your appetite. because once you hear one? you want more, more, more.

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love when boys arch into a handjob <3

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Tentacle-like tongues tho

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Buzz

not quite smut but toes the line so hard it's here

@wwafterdark I FINALLY DID IT and that one line got in here c; god I hope I wrote Kayn right this time

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K: hey. ez-kisser. consort of the pop star prince.

B: Good afternoon, Rowena’s handsome steed

K: i think you mean stud.

B: Either way. What’s up?

K: actually it’s easier if i call you one sec

Bee rolled her eyes at the preamble—he could have just called, then—and readied to answer the phone.

The second it rang, she tapped and lifted it to her ear. “So?”

“Hello to you too.”

“We said hi over text. You called me Ez Kisser, remember?”

“Well, you are.”

“I sure am.”

He could hear her proud smile in her voice and mimed gagging. “And you’re definitely going to be now.”

Bee laughed. “Do you think I need your help?”

“I doubt it. That’s between you and your priest or doctor or something.”

She couldn’t help a snort-heavy laugh at that. “Okay, you got me. What’s the nature of your call, Kayn?”

“So I was looking at costumes. Getting ready for our next shoot and stuff. That dinosaur head was cool, but Yone won’t let us go that low-budget twice. Especially now that we’re ‘successful musicians’.”

She barked a laugh at the audible air quotes.

“And you would not believe the number of sexy bee costumes that exist!”

“No, I probably wouldn’t,” she agreed. “People took the B in BBL too literally.”

When Kayn laughed, she celebrated—getting a good grade in making her friend’s boyfriend (and her boyfriend’s friend and band mate) laugh, something reasonable to want and possible to achieve—but focused up when he did.

“Well, I hope I guessed your size right because I picked one up for you. Consider it a gift. For Ezreal more than you, really.”

She was silent for a moment. “Thank you. That’s… nice of you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m coming to drop it off for you.”

“Oh okay see you soon.”

A horn honking tore her from her ruminating on sexy bee costumes and whether or not Ezreal was even going to like what Kayn had picked out.

She figured he would. These kind of risque outfits were really more silly glorified lingerie, so if he liked her, which he did, then there wouldn’t really be a reason for him not to. Right?

She would have to send a thank you note just for the yuks later.

She opened the door and took the bundle in the party shop bag, and waved. “Say hi to Rowena for me.”

“I will. Go forth and use that stinger.”

She scoffed, but looked in the bag when she’d shut the door.

There was a note. She’d look at it later.

When the day was starting to wind down, as she got antsy waiting for Ezreal to get home, she stripped down and got into the bee costume, mumbling “this is silly” at just about every step.

But she reclined on the bed, scrolling through her phone, until the door opened.

She rose and came through the house, a quiet “hey, Ez, welcome back,” issuing from her as she kissed him hello.

“What’s that?”

“This is… well, the way Kayn phrased it is ‘it’s a gift for you more than for me,’” she gestured at him and then herself to make the meaning clear.

“This is just like the cake.”

“Yeah,” she cried out in agreement. “Not unkind, definitely funny, but really confusing.”

“Mm-hmm.” He played with the strap of the dress—if it could really be called a dress when it barely covered most of her. He just wanted to touch her and that was the most chaste spot. “So what’s the plan?”

“Plan?”

“Did you have any ideas, or do you want to take this off and put on something more comfortable, or?”

“Oh, you know, Kayn left a note.” She turned around and picked it up. “It says—geez.”

“What?” Ezreal leaned over Bee’s shoulder to read the note. “Oh.” He read it out loud. “When the drone gets home, the queen bee should think about repopulating the hive.”

He ran his fingers along Bee’s shoulder and upper arm. “Well, I’ll do anything for my queen.”

“Do not validate this,” she said, giggling, turning her head so they could kiss. She reached back to cradle his head on her shoulder. “But… buzz buzz. Be a good drone, I guess.”

He kissed her shoulder. “Oh, I will.”

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"How do Dione and Svarog fuck, Adri?"

I may or may not have a fetish for robot hands, read between the lines.

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When I'm stressed I start to hallucinate and usually olfactory hallucinations are like... a bloody scent

But I can't say I've ever hallucinated the smell of cum.

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🔞 MDNI OptionalMale AnyReader

Sexy things that make my back arch

Pressing his forehead against yours after you kiss

How he bites his bottom lip when pounding into you

When he buries his face in your neck to hide his moans

When he tells you that you belong to him when he’s deep inside you

How his hands travel up your thighs when you makeout

His horny morning voice 🥵

His hand on the back of your head when you kiss

The veins in his arms protruding when his fingers are curled into you

Him taking his shirt off with one hand

Also just him unbuttoning a shirt

His smirk when he sees how easily you fall apart for him

The way he rolls his shirt sleeves up

When he undresses you but never takes his eyes off yours

Whispering cusses under his breath when he’s inside you.

They basically can do the bare minimum and I would fold like a garden chair 😏