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Nyx Ulric X F.Reader - Secret desire

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Summary: Nyx would die to rip off your dress here and now and fuck you in front of all the guests! But his job as a guard can't allow him to do that. Knowing that, you take the opportunity to tease him a little... with pleasurable consequences for you.

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Warning: Nsfw! 18+

Nyx Ulric X F.Reader - Secret desire (18+)

Clearing his throat repeatedly, Nyx tried as best he could to stand still at his duty position while he grew increasingly hot and simply felt the need to open his jacket. His blue eyes followed every graceful movement of the young woman in the white dress. Y/N was her name and Nyx had admired the beautiful woman from the first moment he had seen her. It hadn't taken long for the young kingsglaive to ask her out, and they had been a couple for three months now. A smile flashed across Nyx's lips as he watched his girlfriend talk to the other guests, her charming manner sparking interest in her listeners. Then she turned her head in his direction and she immediately gave him a bright smile that was meant for him alone.

Nyx raised his brown eyes, his gaze sliding from her feet up to her head and thereupon he gave her a seductive smile, followed by a wink. She looked simply stunning. The white fabric accentuated her skin and her hair fell in great waves down her delicate back.

"Babe..." he said silently, but Y/N could clearly read those words on his lips and she gave him a sensual smile. It was too bad that Nyx's task at the moment was to take care of the security of the guests and the king, while the birthday party of Prince Noctis was celebrated. Here under the starry sky and on the roof of the royal building, one could look down on the whole city. Definitely a great view, but Nyx could hardly take his eyes off his girlfriend, as she was too desirable and a blessing for his eyes.

Y/N turned away from the guests and wished them a pleasant evening before she made her way to Nyx. The black haired man purred softly at the sight of her smooth movements and Y/N knew exactly how to arouse Nyx's excitement without having to do much. When she had seen the white dress in the shop window, she had to buy it, because she had known Nyx would love it.

"Mmm, that dress looks wonderful on you" he purred in her ear after she had leaned over and kissed him softly in greeting.

Nyx's eyes wandered all over the area. He just wanted to make sure that everything was in order and that there was harmony among the guests. Not everyone was a sympathizer of the king, so the king's guards were always on hand.

"You smell wonderful," Nyx whispered as he stroked his hand over her lower back, then pulled her close to him.

Y/N's hazel eyes shimmered as she looked up at him and Nyx felt his desire for her grow, making it harder and harder for him to concentrate on his work. Her body was warm, tender, and all of that he was intensely aware of at the moment, because she had pressed herself against him and she knew exactly what she was doing.

"It's a shame you don't have time for me, Nyx."

She moistened her lower lip with her tongue, giving him a lascivious look as her hands stroked his chest. The young man closed his eyes for a moment to escape the sight of this delicate creature. But her scent, her warmth and her touch, made that impossible.

"Oh, baby girl. You have no idea what I'd love to do to you right now," he whispered, deeply aroused, and yet inside he was just desperate, because he couldn't just leave his post. A soft giggle was heard from her and Nyx couldn't help but smirk as well. Oh, she knew exactly how to tease him and he had to admit that he enjoyed it very much. His fingers slowly slid over her back, up and down, while he looked into her eyes.

"I would love to lay you across a table right now and have you in front of all the guests..."

"Nyx!"

Y/N gently slapped his chest before he could finish his sentence. She shook her head while her cheeks reddened. Nyx laughed in amusement when he saw her shocked expression. Lovingly, he cupped her delicate face and kissed her sensual lips, whereupon Y/N sighed contentedly and wrapped her arms around his neck. As passionate as his kisses were, this moment was as sweet as sugar.

"Mmm... Y/N, you're really not making it easy for me right now."

Smiling, the young woman closed her eyes as Nyx pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Very well, Nyx. I'll leave you to your work in peace," she replied, finally detaching herself from the Kingsglaive.

So she headed back into the crowd, leaving a very agitated Nyx. The latter racked his brains as to whether he could leave his post for ten minutes to secretly disappear with his girlfriend into one of the many rooms in this building.

"Sucks when you can't leave your position, huh?"

Libertus, a longtime friend of Nyx, approached him with a broad grin. Nyx rolled his eyes in annoyance. Yes, Libertus was right about that, but he didn't need to be told that as well.

"Why aren't you at your position, Libertus?"

"Good news for you, Nyx! We're supposed to switch places! Drautos arranged it."

"Drautos arranged this?"

Nyx raised his eyebrow, looking at his friend somewhat skeptically. Why would Drautos have arranged this?

"Are you going to switch with me or not? I mean... there's not a soul inside except for a few guards, and I could send Y/N to you with an excuse. But if you don't want to, I'll flirt with your girl a bit. I... ouch!"

Nyx didn't let Libertus finish the sentence, giving him a good smack on the back of his head, but they both laughed.

"Shut the fuck up, Libertus!"

And with a smirk on his lips, Nyx accepted Libertus' offer and switched positions with him. His eyes wandered among the many people, but he was only looking for Y/N and when he caught sight of her, he walked towards her with smooth movements. His deep blue eyes literally devoured the young woman. Hungry like a wolf approaching its prey. But as gently as a lamb, Nyx grazed her hip as he walked past her. His eyes looked deep into hers and she looked up at him with a somewhat surprised expression. But when he pointed his eyes in a certain direction, she immediately understood what Nyx was up to. Y/N instantly felt her stomach start to tingle and heat flooded her abdomen at the thought of what she and Nyx were about to do.

The young Kingsglaive was already walking ahead of her and threw her another wink before turning his back on her.

The young woman waited a moment before sneaking off as well.

"Nyx?"

There was not a soul to be seen on the corridors of this floor. It was noticeably quieter than outside. The music still reached her ears, but it was somewhat muffled.

Without warning, someone grabbed her wrist and she knew immediately that it was Nyx who was about to pull her into his arms. She allowed it to happen and immediately she wrapped her arms around his broad neck as he began showering her delicate neck with soft kisses.

"Nyx... mhm"

Her fingers gently slid through his black hair, which felt so deliciously soft. It wasn't long before she felt Nyx pushing her against the wall, and she more than welcomed it. His hands wandered over her entire body, almost greedily, while his lips caressed the soft, sensitive skin on her neck. Panting softly, she leaned her head against the wall behind her and with her eyes closed, she enjoyed the moment.

The young man's hands slid over her hips, further down to her firm, buttocks, where he gripped them a little tighter. His tongue slid over her throat, up to her chin and finally he gently reached out to kiss her lips. Their tongues instantly played off each other, in a very natural way.

She withdrew from the kiss after a brief moment, but the young man used that to continue caressing her skin with his lips.

"We should... oh... mhm, Nyx..."

She whispered his name with desire as he bit her earlobe.

"If we're seen here... Nyx, please"

His tongue slid over her neck, and he knew exactly which spot to caress to drive Y/N out of her mind.

"I don't... care about that right now, babygirl. The only thing I want to do right now..."

He growled softly, deeply aroused by her and this whole situation, he pressed his body close to hers and his knee slid between her legs.

"... Is to fuck you till you lose your senses!"

Nyx voice was full of lust and full of desire for the brunette. Her fingers clawed desperately at his jacket as she realized that he really didn't seem to care if they were both caught here making love. Sure, it had a certain appeal to do it secretly in public, but in the end it was nobody's business what she and Nyx were doing together.

"Nyx, please. Let's go somewhere where we can be undisturbed!"

Nyx couldn't deny his girlfriend this wish, especially since he knew Y/N would never concentrate on the real thing if the fear of getting caught tormented her. Nyx stroked through her thick hair before kissing her gently and pulling away from her a bit. With a soft smile on his lips, he took her hand. Wordlessly, he led her with him, looking for a door that could also be opened and was not locked.

Nyx seemed more than impatient and this made Y/N laugh a little. Hearing this, the young man gave her a lascivious look.

"You can't wait yourself, baby girl. I know you!"

Nyx wasn't wrong about that.

"You think so?" she countered in a cheeky undertone, letting Nyx lead her further down the long corridor. She laughed softly as Nyx finally found happiness, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Finally!"

As soon as they entered the empty room, Nyx lifted his girlfriend into his arms and kissed her hungrily, while she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave herself to him completely.

He carried her in his arms like a bride and Y/N felt like a princess. And he was her prince, the Kingsglaive Nyx.

"Well, aren't you going to carry me to bed, Nyx?"

They had actually found a empty guest room, which had undoubtedly not been used for several months. It was a bit dusty, but that was no reason for them not to pursue their desire.

Nyx didn't let himself be asked a second time, so he took Y/N to the large guest bed and he had to admit that this large room was a welcome change from his small apartment. Nyx wanted to be able to offer his Y/N so much more than his small, gray apartment. He could definitely imagine moving in with her. She did him good, made his life worth living in the first place, because he knew she was waiting for him, that she loved him and valued him. Something Nyx had been looking for for so many years and out of the blue Y/N suddenly came into his life.

"I'm afraid we don't have too much time for this!" Nyx said regretfully as he laid her down in the soft sheets. Y/N pulled Nyx down by his jacket and began unbuttoning it.

"Then we should get moving, Nyx!" she smirked as she already undid the first buttons of his uniform.

Nyx's hungry kiss made her gasp in pleasure as she returned it. It didn't take long for Nyx to unbutton his pants and lower them enough to pull out his already highly aroused penis. His cock was eagerly waiting to sink into her warm, wet pussy.

"Your jacket and shirt, Nyx!"

It would be a shame not to show off his wonderful, well-toned torso. But Nyx whispered between hot kisses that they didn't have enough time for that, while his hand slipped under her dress and caressed the tender skin beneath.

Her head fell back invitingly and a fierce desire overtook Nyx, whereupon he wasted no more time in pulling the dress over her head and burying his face against her wonderful breasts to inhale her seductive scent.

"Oh, babygirl... you're so sexy."

His hand gripped her left breast after he undid her bra and threw it carelessly aside. His body pressed against hers as he took her stiff nipple into his mouth and sucked on it greedily. Y/N could clearly feel his big cock against her inner thigh. She could clearly feel how much it was pulsating and that excited her deeply.

The young man let go of her breast with a soft smack before he sat up and looked down at her. This desirable creature was still dressed only in her lace stockings. Oh, he was into that kind of thing! He loved it when she wore those silky stockings for him. They reached all the way up her firm thigh.

"Oh, yeah, that's exactly how I want you!"

Y/N smiled seductively and curled up in front of his eyes, knowing exactly what he liked. Playfully, she let her hands slide over her tits as she opened her legs, giving him a glimpse of her glistening pussy. Nyx's eyes were dark with desire as he lowered his head between her legs and began licking her. Instantly the young woman closed her eyes and her fingers clawed into his black hair as she moaned lustfully. His tongue circled her clit before he closed his lips around it and began to suck on it with pleasure.

"Ahhh!"

Hearing her pleasure was pure music to him and he enjoyed feasting on her juices to the fullest.

"Oh my god, Nyx..."

He was damn good with his tongue! His blue eyes looked up at her as his tongue circled over her clit and he watched her face contorted in pleasure. Her cheeks were flushed all over and her thighs began to tremble. At the sight, Nyx's cock swelled even more until finally it was almost unbearable. He released his lips from her womanhood and licked her nectar from his lips before covering her mouth with his and kissing her fiercely. Her arms wrapped around his broad neck as he made himself comfortable between her legs, taking his cock in his hand. He circled her clit with the silky tip of his penis, slid between her wet folds, and finally pushed into her with a powerful thrust. They both moaned together.

She pulled him close, her hands sliding over his hard buttocks where she dug her fingers into the firm flesh as he fucked her hard.

"Y/N!"

The feeling of being inside her was indescribably beautiful and so damn arousing. His hands gripped at her buttocks and he lifted her to meet his thrusts. His movements became faster, rougher, and the young woman beneath him clawed at the soft sheet as she melted with lust and desire.

"Ahh! Nxy!"

Her head fell back into the pillows as her upper body rose up and she was taken by a hot wave of pleasure that gave her an incredible orgasm. At the sight of his beautiful girlfriend, Nyx couldn't hold on any longer and he moaned in deep lust, thrusting hard into her a few times until he too finally came and shot his cum deep inside her. Nyx pressed tightly against her groin as he unloaded inside her and Y/N watched him do so, seeing how beautiful he was as he savored his climax.

Full of love and affection, he looked at Y/N before kissing her tenderly on her mouth. Both still panting and satisfied by their climax, Nyx withdrew from her and lay down next to Y/N on the soft bed. His chest rose and fell in a quick beat as he looked up at the ceiling with a grin before turning his gaze to Y/N. He gently pulled her to his chest and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Wrapping his arm around her, the young woman snuggled against his chest.

"Mhm, that was fantastic", she whispered, purring softly. She would love to fall asleep in this bed right now, but unfortunately that was not possible. Especially since Nyx had to get back to his duty.

"How long will your duty last?"

"Until all the guests go home, or our prince decides to end his birthday party early," Nyx replied while caressing the tender skin on her shoulder. She curled up against his body and sighed soundlessly, but she smiled.

"Then I'll wait for you and we'll go home together," she whispered, and Nyx was pleased by her idea. He looked down at his girlfriend with a warm smile and gently brushed a few strands of hair from her cheek.

"That would be wonderful," he whispered, hugging her closer to him. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment with his beloved before he would have to return to his duties.

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diejager · 2 years

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Together, yet World's Apart

Cw: angst, fluff, implied smut, war, bad family relationships, hate towards refugees.

Note: not proofread, was simping for Nyx Ulric-

Wc: 2394

His touches were gentle, feathery soft as he ran his thumb over the curve of your lips, almost hesitant in fear of hurting you. Blue eyes peering down at you with pure adoration, lips curving into a content smile. His other hand came around the waist, tugging you towards his uniform-clad chest - a mark of who he worked for and who he was - fingers deftly massaging you over your own shirt. His character oozed of softness, light and adoring, it clashed with his gruff appearance, hair buzz-cut on both sides and locks braided in the traditional galahdian style, with his stubbled chin that tickled your cheek and neck whenever he would nuzzle into you. He was the softest lover you could ask for, protective and caring of you even if he was miles away fighting for a Niff-free kingdom.

"Nyx," you sighed, mouth moving to kiss his thumb with the loveliest face you could pull to show how much you missed and worried about him. "I missed you."

Nyx Ulric, the man you promised yourself to as he did to you, not yet married, but your hearts pounded for each other, wanting, needing only one another. He, a galahdian refugee that fled from Galahd after the Empire took over, and you, an Insomnian native, born and bred into nobility that had promised riches since childhood. A refugee turned glaive, truly something he should be proud of, along with his moniker of hero - he is - but it came with glares, hateful words that pointed at all refugees who sought peace in the crown city.

"A refugee?! Are you out of your mind, (Name)?!" your mother screeched, flinging her arm out to show how repulsed she was. "You're from the (L/n)! You shouldn't be with a dirty rat! I didn't raise you to have such low standards!"

You cried out in defence of Nyx, telling her all that he had shown you - what other men never showed you - he gave you his time, his heart, his love. Other men you met through your mom only cared for the fame and luxury your name gave, not you. You despised greedy men and women, heartless with eyes only for what they could get from nobility.

You lashed out at your mom with the same aggression she had, cursing her for calling Nyx derogative names, and slandering his selfless character.

"I don't care what you raised me with! I love him as he does with me, he likes me for me, not the money marrying me could give! Everyone you showed me were pigs!"

"How DARE you say that to me! I raised no daughter of mine like you!"

"You didn't raise me for shit, mother. Madeleine did! You didn't even see me at my graduation, you didn't care for me at all until I turned 18! So don't come at me with your 'I raised no daughter like you' bullshit!"

"I thought of you whenever I was out of battle, you're the face I wish of seeing, " he mumbled, smoothing his calloused thumb on your puckered lips before meeting them with his own.

They were dry from his time in war, thickened from exposure to all sorts of dangers. He kissed with desperation, a deep and hungry kiss filled with want. You reciprocated with the same vigour, nails digging into his leathery coat and pushed your chest closer to his warm body, standing on your toes to push back. Your nose bumped his as you pulled away to breathe, gasping for the few seconds he gave before searching for your lips once more. His fingers ran through your hair and pulled lightly, letting you breathe between heated kisses and tilted your head to deepen every kiss, his tongue running against yours as you lapped each other up.

Words were spoken between gasping and kissing, lost to the moment that hazed your minds, too occupied with your makeout. Pulling and pushing until your back met the wall of your shared apartment, Nyx laid his forehead on yours, both panting after minutes of senseless kissing. Heaving heavy breaths, you peered into each other's eyes, filled with an undying love.

"Fuck- I missed this- missed you," he closed his piercing blues with complete ease, nuzzling into your neck. "Missed you so, so much."

You could smell him the musk and sweat that rolled off him in waves made you melt within his hold, his stubble familiarly scratching your naked skin.

You stormed into your father's office, frown twisting into a scowl as his bored expression greeted you. Your loud and overdramatic entrance left a boom echoing through the halls of your house, you left them open, you didn't bother keeping this conversation a secret.

"You told Nyx to stop seeing me," your tone was deathly quiet - the calm before the storm. "How could you? Isn't keeping me here enough for you?"

He hadn't stopped his work, he prioritized his work over family - he always did without a single hesitation - it was naive of you to think that he would let you do as you pleased.

"I did as I saw fit, (Name). For you and your future," his reply was curt, short and inexpensive as he was with you and every one of your siblings.

Most of you had grown to despise your parents, growing to cherish your refugee nannies like a child loving their parents. Most of you had grown distant and rejected the idea of being a normal family, you knew you did.

"For me? HA! don't make me laugh, father. All you did was for your own good," you spat, still standing near the open entrance, feeling the worried stares you got from the workers.

"Be respectful when you talk to your father, girl. I did it because I know what's good for you and what is not. Am I understood?" he didn't look at you once, from start to bottom, his eyes never met your face.

Your blood boiled inside your veins, and a snarky remark almost slipped from your tongue at that moment, but you knew rage would be wasted on your dad, calm and thought-through words would shake him from his stoic stupor.

"Respect is earned, not given, father."

You saw him stop whatever he was doing, millimetres away from the paper.

"You have done nothing to earn such high regard from us, your children, in all our lives."

His hand shook, pen creaking under the pressure placed on it. He was trying to hold back his rage beneath his cold facade, and you wouldn't let him, you would shake him to his core before you left this household for good.

"Our nannies, all refugees, have earned more respect from us than you and mother. It would be wise to rethink your ways if you ever wish to have an ounce of respect from me."

His expensive pen broke, splintering in pieces as he slammed his hands over the desk's surface, abruptly standing up. His (e/c) burned with wrath, glaring at you through his lashes. You almost chuckled at his face. You turned and walked off, ignoring his angry shouts with a smirk. Workers bowed and showed their admiration for your actions through their small smiles, careful to hide it from your screaming father.

You hid your face further into his jacket, closing your eyes to have a clearer smell of him. You could feel and smell him, nothing was holding you back from touching him, from smiling at him, from kissing him and from loving him.

"Just the two of us here, "he hushed, walking backwards until his feet met the sofa and fell back into the soft cushions. "Together, nothing else matters."

You hummed, curling into him with the intent of sticking to him for the rest of the day. You gazed up, fingers carding through his long locks with swollen lips perked in a smile.

"Just us, Nyx."

Those words had sealed the deal. You embraced him that evening until the sun gave place to the moon, his warm touch lighting fires across your skin, tracing lines written in his confession of love to you with his lips and hands. He went over your face, down your neck and shoulders until they wrapped your hips and finally your thighs. Clothes strewn messily around the bed during the heated exchange, mind numb to all outside your apartment.

The night was young by the time you laid still, legs hooked under the covers and arms around each other. Hushed words were shared in the tired daze, memories uttered that made you laugh and the reassuring scratch of Nyx's stubble. His tone chest, littered with scars felt soft beneath the pads of your fingers, tracing the tattoos that painted his cheek, neck, arms, back and fingers, none were left unattended by you.

"You have a new scar, Nyx," you peppered his shoulder with a kiss, over the new mark. "When?"

"An accident, but if it means getting kisses from you, I might have to rethink my strategy," he laughed, pressing his nose to your hairline. "Months ago. Six, it sounds so long ago. Reminds me that I've been gone for half a year, missed you, huh?"

"I'm flattered, but I prefer having you return to me in one piece," you couldn't help but smirk at his little joke.

Nyx snickered, hearts filled with enough love to drown the world in it. You were all he could ask for, having you made him the happiest man alive.

He had his back turned to you, shoulders down and head lowered in submission, defeat painted his face with a frown. He wouldn't listen to you, he couldn't bring himself to do this to you. What if something happened to him during one of his expeditions, if he died, you'd probably get the news months after, whenever the glaive returned to Insomnia. He could see how heartbroken you'd be, crying with snot and red, puffy eyes - you would still be pretty to him even if you had snot everywhere. He couldn't face you with the knowledge that you needed someone who could care for you at all times, to be able to care for you without having to leave for weeks on end without any news, to be able to build a family with you and help you nurture your children. You needed someone who wasn't him . It broke him in pieces knowing how much you deserved and how much he couldn't be able to give you.

"Nyx... is this- is this about what father told you?"

His silence only affirmed your fears. You knew him as strong and selfless, always putting others before himself - in this instance, your future over his heart - he could be brave and powerful, but people often forget that he was but a man. He would let his insecurities take the best of him, made him distance himself from those he cared for and ignore his needs.

You reached out to him, palm flat against his back. You urged him to face you, he complied with the slight tilt of his head. How painful it was to look at him. His blue eyes - the ones you loved staring at for hours upon hours without getting sick of it - shone with unshed tears, darkened with sadness that showed you just how mu h he put you before himself.

"Nyx, I don't care what he says. You make me feel whole, you feel like home," you confessed, tears brimming from your eyes, ready to fall from your lashes like dripping rain. "My place is by your side, nowhere else. 'You're mine as I am yours', isn't that what we used to tell ourselves?"

"(Name), I- us, glaives, could die any day, and you'd never know how or have a body to bury. I can't imagine giving you this pain, you need someone who's always here, not me-"

"I don't need a goddamn leech, Nyx! I need you! You're all I've ever wanted and all that I want."

You grasped his arm, forcing Nyx to face you. You saw how his hands were clenched, his visage contorted in pain, sadness and want, a devastated state of a great man. Your hands felt his cheeks, rubbing the tattoo under his right eye with tearful words. You didn't want him to push you away because he feared you'd cry or be heartbroken from his passing - you would, naturally - you trusted him far too much to think he'd curve over and die from the Niffs. You had confidence that he would always return to you, either wounded or sick, he'll always be back where you needed him to be.

"Do you have no faith in yourself, hero? You're the Nyx Ulric! The one all glaives, refugees and I look up to. I don't care if you're rarely home or can't build a family with me, none of those matter. What does, is you. You, Nyx Ulric, are the one I am ready to die for," you mumbled, lips inches from his frowning mouth.

He gulped, lips twitching slightly as his breath hitched, it looked like he would cry. You pecked him, trailing from his lips to his eyes, kissing his pain away like he would do to you. It seemed to work, his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you as close as he could without hurting you. His trembling lips pressed hastily on yours, a messy and urgent kiss that led his tear to fall; finally, the facade of a hero fell and his weakness as a man surfaced. You'd take care of him, and you'd share the pain and sorrow like lovers do.

You cried with him, hands grasping his back and face, pulling him in with the intent of never letting go of the man you gave your heart to. He didn't complain, only succumbing to the torrent of emotions between you two.

"Don't ever leave me, Nyx," you wailed, fingers intertwining with his, nose and forehead pressed together to gaze into your eyes.

"Never, I promise."

"I know you'll always come back to me."

"And I know you'll always be here waiting for me."

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marmolita · 18 days

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Lita's Kinktober/Promptober 2024!!

Okay let's do this thing!! I haven't found any official kinktober prompts list so I'm making up my own. I will provide three choices of prompt for each day (2 kinks + 1 trope), and if you want me to write a ficlet for you, please send me an ask with the day, prompt, and ship that you'd like it for and I'll put it on the list!

At this time, I'm open to writing fic only for the fandoms/ships/characters listed below. If I change my mind and add more fandoms I'll update this post. If you think you know me well enough to convince me to write something else you're welcome to come talk to me about it!

Who can send requests?

Literally anyone, anon is turned on as well. I would ask that you only send 1-2 requests to start, then if I don't get very many I'll take additional requests!

What info goes in my request?

Please include the day you want, the kink or prompt you want from that day's options (there are three choices for each day), and the fandom/ship you want. It's fair game to say "any prompt for XYZ ship" or "any fandom for XYZ prompt" or the like, but please give me a little bit of direction instead of just "idk any day any prompt any fandom" because the whole reason I'm doing this is that I can't think of stuff on my own. 😅 If you would like the work to be gifted to you on AO3, please give me your username. I'll tag you on tumblr when I post it as well, unless you specifically tell me you don't want to be tagged.

How do I send a request?

Put it in my ask box please! If you don't have a tumblr account you can also find me on discord and DM me there (marmolita), or go old school and email me, marmolita42 at gmail.

What fandoms and ships can I request?

Note: in all of these, "Other" means an OC that I invent to match the type of person/thing of your choice (e.g. "hunter" or "diner patron" or "Galbadian army soldiers" or "mindflayer" or something like that). I will not write reader insert fic or fic for OCs of other people's creation.

For prompts that aren't sex-related (like "office AU" or whatever) you don't necessarily have to provide a ship, just some characters.

FFVIII: Seifer/Squall, Seifer/Squall/Rinoa, Squall solo, Laguna solo, Seifer solo, Seifer/Ultimecia (including Ultimecia possessing others), Seifer/Other, Squall/Other, Laguna/Other

FFXV: Noctis/Prompto, Noctis/Gladio, Noctis/Luna, Noctis solo, Noctis/Gladio/Ignis/Prompto, Noctis/Other. I may be open to other Noctis ships as well, except not Ignis, Ardyn, or any Kingsglaive characters.

FFVIII/FFXV Crossover: Any combination involving Squall, Seifer, Laguna, Noctis. I could be talked into other characters if you have a really good idea.

Dune (Villeneuve): Paul/Duncan, Paul solo, Paul/Bene Gesserit, and I could be talked into something involving Chani or Stilgar, possibly. Keep in mind I have not read the books.

Scholomance: Orion solo, Orion/El, Orion/mals

Supernatural: Dean/Castiel, Dean/Benny, Dean/Jack, Dean/Claire, Dean/Mary but only for "something made them do it" type prompts, Dean/Amara, Dean/Other, Dean solo

Marmalade Boy: Yuu/Satoshi, Yuu solo, Satoshi solo (yes I realize this is a very random fandom to include but hey if I'm willing to write it I thought I should put it in here lol)

Prompts

I'll cross these off as they get requested.

UPDATE: all have been claimed, thanks everyone!

1. Orgasm delay/edging, Fisting, Sex pollen

2. Electrostimulation, Vore, Omegaverse

3. Exhibitionism, Impact play, Arranged marriage

4. Voyeurism, Uniform kink, BDSM AU

5. Omorashi, Mind control, Enemies to lovers

6. Train molestation, Tentacles, Dubcon

7. Royalty/nobility kink, Intercrural, Magic made them do it

8. Sex work, Bondage, Bad guys made them do it

9. Bruises, Collaring, First time

10. Knifeplay, Sex toys, Oh no they're hot

11. Gunplay, Face sitting, Friends with benefits

12. S&M, Overstimulation, Unwilling attraction

13. Voice kink, Body worship, Truth serum

14. Competence kink, Incest, Guilty attraction

15. Leather/Latex, Breathplay/choking, Trapped together

16. Pegging, Free use, Captured by the enemy

17. Bukkake, Dirty talk, Sex as part of job duties

18. Rimming, Object insertion, Enemies with benefits

19. Frottage, Anonymous sex, Undercover as lovers

20. Waxplay, Begging, Fake Dating

21. Glory hole, Chastity, Amnesia

22. Fucking machine, Clothed sex, Tabloids/gossip

23. Praise kink, Mirror sex, Office AU

24. Humiliation, Sex tapes, Hate doing the thing but have to do it to save someone

25. Sensory deprivation, Manhandling/Rough sex, Child soldiers

26. Cloning/selfcest, Size kink, Power imbalance

27. Noncon, Dehumanization, Seduced by the villain

28. Double penetration, Slut praising, Horrifying revelation

29. Gags, Virginity kink, Under the influence

30. Threesome, Face fucking, Normally reserved character gets to be sexy/horny

31. Orgy, Public/semi-public sex, Fighting as foreplay

(if you want to steal my prompt list for your own October fest go for it!)

#kinktober #promptober #sorry about not including some fandoms I'm sure many of you follow me for #I might add more fandoms if i get into more stuff by October #feel free to tell your friends I'm doing this if you think they'd have requests for me!#fic requests

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daemons-not-rogues · 4 months

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Oddly-specific collections list [AO3]

I use AO3 collections for random niches that I am always looking for new material in - fandom agnostic, just anything that satisfies that *really specific* urge. Sharing because they've always been 'open to public' but recently someone found one and started adding bookmarks and it was SUCH a serotonin boost to get free recs in one of my fave tropes, so I figured it couldn't hurt.

Take it Back [To the Left] Now Y'all: Time travel fics that aren't just 'redo canon but with foreknowledge'. Stories can become entirely new when you take a main character completely outside cannon era, or your time travel gets fucked and they forget the future, or multiple timelines converge into glorious, maddening chaos, etc. etc.

Badass With a Baby: I'm talking literaly BABEEYs here. Like the Mandalorian with Grogu on his hip, but for ALL the fandoms. Gun- and sword-wielding, spell-slinging badasses that do it ALL while protecting an infant (that they may or may not have acquired legally).

Show Stealers: When side characters, or minor characters that are only mentioned like ONCE, or even the author's OCs, completely steal the show. Like, your faves are *there* (maybe. possibly), but they are not MC/hero of this piece. Some authors are just REALLY good at exploring the world beyond the story/hero we know and love. (SWs OCs sub-collection)

Real Heros Have Toebeans: The protag is a cat. That's it, that's the requirement. Could be an animal transformation AU, or a case of reincarnation as a cat (or coeurl, or other magical/mythical feline, etc.) - as long as the MC/hero can PURR, dammit.

Rainbow Fandom Bridges: I had never interacted with the Naruto fandom in my life until I read one of llamallamaduck's crossovers (with GOT in that case). I'd played Mass Effect and FFXV but never seen the Kingsglaive movie or played Assasin's creed so never read their fic or until I stumbled across Esama's and Blackkat's crossovers. Generally, these are works where a foreign fandom character is imported into a different world, rather than whole fusions: just those works that serve as perfect bridges into a new fandom for first-time readers.

Evil Overlords get REKT: Sometimes you just need to read about a win, and it's more satisfying with a side of violence. For stories where the evil overlord or megalomaniacal villian gets what's coming to them - whether that's an ignominious death from a third party that everyone can point and laugh at, or some canon-typical violence in the form of grisly torture, this one is for stories where the big-bad gets got REAL good.

(PS I would love to hear what specific AUs/tropes you can't get enough of, and if you keep any lists for them! Maybe I know of something that fits!)

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kavvehs · 1 year

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋 — 𝐧. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐦

NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST

the chosen king’s fulfilled prophecy welcomes in the light—and an aching heart.

cw : MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, major end-game spoilers, gender-neutral!reader, crownsguard / kingsglaive!reader, loneliness, angst, minimal comfort, unrequited feelings, grief, reader has battle scars, choking, questionable / unhealthy coping mechanisms, reader’s background is implied but left up to interpretation, description of a panic attack.

wc : 4.3k

Your happiness had always been fleeting when it came to him.

Memories playing behind your eyes became commonplace in your newfound routine that they melded into an unlikely and oftentimes unwelcome companion. They followed and nipped at your heels frequently, constantly, that they might as well have been your missing shadow. To some extent, perhaps they were. You didn’t remember them being so tormenting, however, with reminders of his easy smiles when you were given the opportunity to rest or the flashes of his figure walking in your peripheral. Even on your own, it was impossible to travel someplace his boots hadn’t touched when they tracked all the way to the ruins of an archipelago. It was almost embarrassing how many times you fought off the habit of switching into the proper stance for a link strike, only for a daemon to fall and leaving you to be the only one present.

Removing any and all emotional impulsivity, especially on the battlefield, to maintain a clear head and a single-minded focus on the safety and reign of your prince was a demand given by the Crownsguard. Namely on the battlefield. You, however, wore your scars and now-faded daemon-born wounds with pride, contrary to the exasperation that dripped off the mental image of your instructor. But now, past the age where the light shone bright, things were vastly different that you weren’t allowed to be lenient. You knew that biting back the cause of the blur in your vision and the ache in your chest would only develop into a bad habit. You went through with it, anyways, knowing fully well you couldn’t convince yourself to break it. Or maybe you weren’t ready to, not just yet, and each passing night was another you spent reinforcing it.

It was a coincidence that you were on your way back to Hammerhead when your phone buzzed. You considered, if only momentarily, outright ignoring it, but the hypotheticals swarming your imagination decided otherwise. You shifted your weapon, heavy and sticky with pungent gore, into your opposite hand to smuggle the device from your pocket and answer it with a measly greeting. Maybe it was the creeping exhaustion getting the best of you, but you allowed yourself to hope. To be a little reckless. The knowledge you’d have another mission kept your feet from dragging before; Talcott’s news had you sprinting like your life depended on it. All consideration flew out the window, stealth long foregone. Looking back, you refused to believe it was some sort of angle from the divine, not when they’ve done nothing to earn your good graces.

After ten years of indulging in it, you liked to think that you had a good grasp on that bad habit of yours. And yet each memory associated with Takka’s Pit Shop hit you so violently that you nearly stumbled through the doorway and fell flat on your face as unceremoniously as one could imagine. Almost. You were better than that. Your heels dug into the concrete and you steeled your expression before the tears could bubble, steeled your heart and shoved it a little further into that little box you couldn’t stop it from peeking out of. Taking one impossibly heavy step after the other, you waded your way through the swamp of memories as if they weren’t dragging you deeper and deeper into your own self-inflicted agony. It proved to be a sudden reminder of why you tended to avoid the restaurant.

Past the countless crates of dwindling supplies and parts and the tables covered in potions and weapons, it was almost exactly how you remembered it. The grills and stoves were covered in fine layers of dust, yet reeked of grease and meat that simultaneously burned your nose and prodded at your hunger. Only one of the many booths were occupied by actual people, but indistinct chatter and the clatter of dishes wandered through one ear and out the other. The outline of Takka’s figure hovered behind the counter, offering the menu and new hunts to your group between requests for ingredients. The familiarity of a forgotten routine hit you like a back-strike from a daemon and you suddenly became ten years younger, unburdened by the responsibility stained deep within the material of your uniform, of your title as a Kingsglaive.

Shared glances were your only welcome and returned greeting as you dropped into the seat beside the Shield, accepted by the mix of confident anticipation hovering around you all and the suffocating silence. Reminiscing on how much time had passed sounded like an actual nightmare so you didn’t bother, but your body soaked in the feelings that came with it like a sponge. You could reach out and reassure yourself that the four of you were still here, after all this time. Gladio’s comfortably and most likely instinctively arm curled over the seat behind your neck, but the space next to you was terribly, uncharacteristically empty. You could still feel the phantom of his leg hooked over yours so casually as dark hair poorly hid his burning ears, or how he leaned against you like a pillow while he picked his vegetables off of his dish and plopped them onto yours.

You half-expected someone to speak up, for Prompto to say something positive in an attempt to lighten the heavy mood, though it never came. You could see his jaw, framed by facial hair, working towards verbalizing whatever was churning back and forth in his head that never came. Ignis’ fingers drummed over the table in a slow rhythm that could have been mistaken for boredom or giving himself something to do, but it was an action you knew exposed everything his expression did not. Gladiolus, meanwhile, tossed less than subtle glances out the window and over your head every few seconds, frowning when the subject of his attention was nowhere in sight. It was when the front gates squealed, loud and sharp, that everyone sat straighter and rose to their feet in an instantaneous reaction.

He maneuvered so smoothly around Talcott’s truck with long strides and even steps that he might as well have been gliding, strands of black bouncing with each movement. He eventually stopped and stood tall before the four of you, taking everyone in with a breathtaking fondness. Prompto beamed and tugged on your sleeve with poorly restrained enthusiasm while Ignis spoke on everyone’s behalf on your other side. Countless words fumbled along your tongue, but none of them became coherent enough to meet your lips as your heart fluttered in your chest. The advisor’s, however, were a million years away and only grew farther as the world shrunk in on itself. Your friends faded into faint presences and the dangers stalking in the darkness went with them until the only ones remaining were you and him.

The reunion between you and your prince had always been a figment of your dreams; other times of your nightmares when the fear of being too weak to witness his return crept up your spine and soaked deep into your bones. You refused to let the hope of it all slip through your fingers, however, no matter how steadily or how much time passed because you knew he would come. It was destined, but the part of you that kept scuttling back after being kicked to the curb pleaded to whatever Astral would listen that even a sliver of his motivations would be to return to you. For so long you prepared the words, the actions, of what you would when you could reach out and touch him, but now they had become so distant. Not because you lacked the confidence or had forgotten them—they were so meaningless to someone so untouchable.

The man before you wasn’t a stranger nor was he your prince, but you knew it was him deep down all the same. He was dressed for the part, you would give him that, with dirt and ash staining the same clothing you last saw him in, down to the slash in his coat from the monster Ravus had become. You expected him to remained as young as he was back then, you realized in that moment, but he wasn’t. He was so much older, so much wiser, than the prince you were helpless in pulling out of the Crystal. His hair was much longer and brushed almost entirely out of his face and fluffy in its own flattened way, and his eyes still sparkled like stars in the night sky, yet held a strange sadness and longing beneath enlightened wisdom. Yet that smile and the soft rumbling of his voice was so familiar that it hit you without a shred of doubt.

The man before you was your Noctis, yet all of the delight bubbling within you was gnawed and spat on by an inexplicable, gut-churning dread.

Your king took the lead and you all fell into step behind him, beside him, in a routine you believed had become long forgotten, as if no time at all had passed. It was almost too easy when your steps, once heavy and losing their sense of direction, regained that airiness and purpose until you didn’t care where you were led. If he was there, you knew everything would be alright. You would be alright. The words tumbled so effortlessly from your tongue and your very soul quivered when a laugh rumbled from deep within his chest, a smile cast your way over his shoulder that was so genuine and utterly handsome. Though the solemness of his questions was distinctly palpable, the answers seemed to replace it with something considerably more hopeful and resolute that spread among those within Hammerhead.

You hated how you could remember that single night out of the hundreds as if it was burned into your memory; engraved and carved into your skin until it left gnarly scars you could never hide beneath clothing or smiles. The relief and joy settled into worry and then dissipated into dread and heartbreak so quick it was a wonder if you ever felt that way to begin with. The clatter of silverware had fallen into silence as Noctis spoke—or rather, tried to. The campfire illuminated his face in a gentle orange light that you considered picture perfect in that moment, each word stumbled over like a fawn using its legs for the first time. His gaze refused to linger on any of his Kingsglaive for more than a few seconds and hesitance tinged every part of him. It wasn’t born by the responsibility forced upon him, but it was certainly the catalyst to revealing it for everyone to hear.

The savory aftertaste of the meal so tenderly crafted lost its flavor within seconds as silence permeated the night sky until the crackling of the fire filled it in. Your respect for Ignis and your self-restraint were the only reasons you didn’t let his belongings clatter to the ground. Your king continued to speak between commentary from your friends, voice soft and resolute, yet finished with another stab to your heart that was barely being held together with duct tape and glue. Everyone was so...so accepting. Hurt, you could see it too well, but they were all so strong. Why? Why did they have to be that way? Why did you have to be the odd one out again? Why wasn’t anyone saying anything to stop him? Why weren’t you? You weren’t sure who nudged you or when the attention shifted onto you, but you swore to follow him and would always be there. That much was the truth; your trembling smile was not.

It isn’t healthy to be strong forever. Let yourself be “weak.” Someone told you that once upon a time, but who? Nyx? Cor? Cid? Aranea? Perhaps someone from back home, before you were considered an outsider? You didn’t remember and it didn’t matter. Not when that advice felt so insignificant and worthless. Everybody was visibly crestfallen, yet twice as adamant and determined. Inspired, even. Everyone but you. Why were you the only one struggling? Why couldn’t you be as strong and composed as them? You didn’t want to struggle. You couldn’t. The daemons within the Crown City would kill you and you were sure you would have because your mind happened to slip elsewhere if it wasn’t for the potions on hand. Maybe the Chancellor would toy with you and your insecurities like some kind of puppet if you weren’t careful.

When you sat down in the underground shelter, the anguish you had kept locked up for so long, had slipped out and made itself known. The panic was quick, pumping through your veins like adrenaline, and you shot forward. Your fingers curled around and pierced into soft skin and the small part of yourself that somehow remained stared back with eyes too bright and emotions too vivid. Then you squeezed until your joints hurt and your muscles rippled. The little you, the lost and hurting yet helpful part that bore your face of ten years prior, choked and gasped for air as their eyes fluttered and rolled back. They desperately scratched at your wrists and writhed while their mouth moved, but only puffs of hair that sounded suspiciously like a name came out. You pushed them down with your remaining strength, slammed the top, and nailed it shut.

As you stood at the crossroads of the beginning to the end, you hated the man before you. The acceptance radiating off of him burned far greater than Ifrit’s flames as he gazed upon the four of you within the minimal light the Citadel welcomed. What few interactions you had with His Majesty had become yet another haze in your memory, but Noctis had never looked more identical to his late father. He stood tall in an outfit he would have once squirmed in and complained about until his voice ran hoarse, and you couldn’t see, let alone sense, any of the uncertainty the Noctis of ten years ago wore on his sleeve. You refused to believe that his eyes—damn him and that fondness, knowing he’s walking into his own coffin— lingered on you longer than it had on the others; you refused to give yourself that sort of hope.

As he ascended the stairs and the rain rolled down his back, everything in your body demanded you to stop him; to run after him; to abandon the oath you swore yourself to in favor of a much more selfish, personal one. But how could you? Why would you? Everyone, yourself included, dreamed of the day that you could be able to bask in the warm such an attain a victory that once felt so distant. That would defeat the purpose of standing beside him all this time and aiding him in reclaiming the Citadel, after all. The single person capable of driving the Starscourge from Eos was finally at the precipice of doing exactly that, and you would stop that? For what, feelings that he was never aware of? Feelings he could may have become enlightened about to be aware of, but went unspoken and undeveloped? You’d damn the world in an endless darkness and misery for that?

Yes, a small part of you whispered. The other: No. He wasn’t even yours and now he never would be because you were too cowardly to say something. Once upon a time the only concern among more day-to-day tasks was that he was your wayward prince and you were trying to create a place for yourself in a city that spat on your very existence. You were never sure where to start when it came to delving into something deeper with him, but it never mattered. You were his friend and he was yours, your light, and that was enough, but you wanted more. You still wanted more. Then his engagement to Lady Lunafreya was announced, an arrangement of peace, and it all tumbled downhill. The Oracle deserved better than to be caught up in your tangle of feelings and the conflict it would create if you vocalized them. So you didn’t.

A low, gravelly moan reverberated through the air behind you while elongated talons scraped against the concrete covered in splatters of a materializing violet liquid. Alongside your brothers in arms, you turned your back to the staircase and gave attention to the daemons that crept from the darkness of which they were born from at your feet. Your fingers curled around your weapon a little tighter than absolutely necessary as your battle-instincts jumped into action. Soon enough, you couldn’t even hear his footsteps. Whether it was from the pelting rain or the steadily growing distance, you didn’t know. You didn’t check. An obnoxious and utterly distracting heat pooled at your eyes and seeped down your cheek, but you furiously blinked them away. You took aim, bent your knees, steeled your weeping heart, and attacked.

The light that blessed the world again was meaningless, or maybe that was just you.

You fought hard for a chance to see this day. You fought hard for a chance of survival against the odds that seemed ever stacked against you. You fought for a fruitless ideal that manipulated itself until it warped into a painful truth, and yet your so-called victory hardly felt like one at all. It was undeniably better than failure, but just barely. Thousands of people were dead, the survivors traumatized and left to pick up the pieces, the gods nowhere to be found, and the world was but a remnant of what it once was. The light was terrifyingly warm as it crashed over you in waves and while it beat the cold shadows and warded off the reminders of what once lived with, it was tormenting all the same. It caressed your marred skin like white magic and the bitter part of you wondered if this was some half-assed attempt at an apology from the Astrals.

Insomnia had seen better days and it would only be with time that it would regain its lost glory, even if you didn’t spearhead the recovery and rebuilding process. Ignis had too much faith in you and your leadership qualities, or maybe he was just trying to direct your focus elsewhere. The entire city was in shambles, with so much debris and torn clothing scattered about haphazardly that it would take an extensive amount of time and work until the streets alone were relatively safe for public use. The looming buildings you recalled once marveling and gaping at were carved in half, shops you loved destroyed, and monuments but a memory and facet for historians to drool over, but it still claimed the sleek magnificence only the Crown City possessed. Not even the distance between it and the haven you were staying at could change that.

You knew you were only twisting the knife until the wound became self-inflicted and infected, but you couldn’t look away no matter how hard you tried. Insomnia seemed to have a newfound respect for you, horribly enough. A whisper of a thousand voices at once beckoned you to return to the space you carved for yourself there, but your boots simply dug into the dirt. Perhaps there was a place for you there, if only by your friends’ sides, but without him would it still be home? You weren’t ready to face your friends, not just yet. Just a little more time you stopped keeping track of. You long lost count of how long it had been since you stepped in the throne room and left as a group of four, but your hand became accustomed to having your weapon at your side rather than some otherworldly arsenal. You weren’t sure how to feel about that yet.

Was it wrong for you to wish that he was still sleeping in that Crystal? There was no changing the inevitable, but delaying it wouldn’t do any harm, would it? You would still be able to dream in beautiful ignorance and motivate yourself to get up with a purpose. Maybe then you’d be able to face your friends and be able to look them in the eye without the stab of poison and shame pumping in your veins. No, Noctis wouldn’t have wanted that and you were sure he would have been disappointed if he heard you now. He gave himself up to give the world a chance and free it from the beasts that inhabited the darkness and reigned over this twisted fate. Maybe in the grand scheme of things, your hurt was just a small price to pay for it. Who knows, he could be happily married to Lady Lunafreya in the heavens or whatever afterlife awaited them.

With a severe lack of elegance, you dropped onto your rear and tossed your legs over the cliffside to dangle over the waves that crashed several feet beneath. The scenery, once quite gorgeous and perfect for Prompto’s numerous gallery of photographs, blurred into a million hues of blues and greens and greys until they meshed into the most hideous combination of colors imaginable. You lowered your head as your lips quivered and your chest ached as if it was crumbling in on itself. You sucked in a breath between your teeth as your throat burned and constricted until it hurt to let out even the most meager of exhales. You furiously wiped at your eyes and the wetness that stuck to your lashes, but it had little effect when the rough leather dragged across the raw skin and only seemed to make things progressively worse.

And then the world shrinks. You’re alone. Your home is gone. Your friends are gone. Your prince is gone. Your king is gone. Your family is gone. You’re weak. You’re desperate. You’re hurting. It hurts. Everything hurts. It’s all you can feel. All you can sense. Noct, where are you? Prompto? Gladio? Iggy? Help. Please help. You’re bent over. Your hands are shaking. You can’t stop. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe. You can’t-

Soft fur and a smooth cloth rested beneath your palm and a fuzzy snout nosed your hand, as if guiding you through the motion you hadn’t realized you had been repeating in the first place. Something smoother than leather but rougher than a concerningly dry leaf glided across your cheek again and again until lines of slobber remained. A weight sat heavy in your lap while dull nails dug into your thighs, all without the pain or discomfort that would have (and should have) come with it. A dark grey that wasn’t quite black engulfed your vision and two tall ears flicked when your uneven breath brushed over them. The world, albeit slowly, gradually, almost unwillingly, expanded around you until the haven and the clear sky with dancing clouds returned. Everything still hurt, but it was a distant feeling when amber eyes stared back.

Amber eyes watched you with such poignant and overwhelming empathy that it ripped another round of tears out of you without so much as your permission. The emotion in his eyes was far too human for comfort, too understanding and relating, but you couldn’t help but lean into it, lean into him. A curled tail slowly wagged behind him and thumped against your knee, inadvertently or not directing your attention to the rhythm it created. His patience was nothing short of divine and he didn’t so much as draw away as you sobbed and clung onto his fur and waited for the world to piece itself back together around you. He whined and nudged your jaw when your attention drifted or the panic set in with a violent and insistent return, simply watching with the most kind eyes you had ever come to know.

You liked to think that Umbra’s presence and constant appearance in your life was meant to be a comfort. He was, there was no doubt about that, but you also wondered if he was meant to be some sort of gift from a god who just so happened to take pity on you. You were a simple human with no fancy title or bloodline, yet the Messenger chose to walk beside you, care for you as though the roles weren’t reserved. You fed him, accompanied him, kept him from walking into a trap meant for game, and though you knew none of that was really necessary, he indulged you. He rode in the sidecar you attached to your bike, laid with you beneath the stars, assured you were fine and okay and safe when you eyed the shadows moving in your peripheral, and became an unsuspecting rock in times like now.

Sometimes you forgot that the Messenger had lost not only Pryna, but a best friend and beloved companion of his own in the late king. You had heard little from Noctis about him, how he and Pryna had been around since his childhood and time in Altissia. He, too, had lost friends and possibly many more that spanned even more before you were even born. Your home was decimated, your king resting alongside his ancestors and his wife, and your idea of normal was on the brink of being nonexistent and barely coming back together to form into something that bordered on sad and pointless. It may have been if it wasn’t for Umbra. You curled your arms around him and let your tears pour. You curled your arms around him and as he rested his head on your shoulder, something dripped onto your shoulder in return.

#[ ❦ ↣ within the starlight ]#ffxv x reader #final fantasy xv x reader #final fantasy x reader #noctis x reader #noctis ffxv x reader #noctis lucis caelum x reader #noctis lucis caelum #noctis ffxv #ffxv noctis #final fantasy xv #angst #ffxv #gender neutral reader #x reader

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 6 months

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Distractions: Ignis Scientia x Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Semi-Public sex/nudity, blow jobs

You followed the familiar path through the Citadel, eyes trained on the gorgeous stained glass windows and centuries-old paintings that lined the stoney walls. Turning down familiar corners and nodding to passing Crownsguard and Kingsglaive, you came to a stop before a very familiar door. Tall and dark, the doors were carved elegantly, the knobs were a polished silver that was cold to the touch. You brought your hand up and struck the door three times with your knuckles.

“Come in,” the voice called from the room.

You turned the knob and pushed one of the heavy doors open and stepped inside, allowing the door to fall closed right behind you. Your eyes landed on the very long and occupied desk, you shifted the basket in your hands. The man at the desk looked up from a pile of papers he was currently sorting through, brilliant green eyes peered over the top of his glasses. His lips that were pulled into a concentrated frown twitch upwards, a soft smile painted over his face. Your heart fluttered; it looked as though his eyes seemed to shine upon seeing you.

“Hello, Ignis,” you smiled brightly at him.

“Hello, my love.” His eyes spotted the small basket held tightly in your hands. “And what might that be, dearest?”

You felt a familiar heat rise to your cheeks. Ignis always made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“You said you weren’t able to bring lunch with you today since you needed to leave early, so I made you some.” You stepped up to his desk and set the small basket down on a clear space Ignis had made for you. “I hope you like it.”

“My dear, I always love your cooking. Thank you so much, (Y/n). This is a great surprise during such a long day.” Ignis leaned back in his chair and sighed, your poor lover looked so stressed. “Long does not even seem to come close, really.”

You rounded the desk and stood beside Ignis, your hands coming up to grasp gently at his shoulders. Your thumbs massaged his tense shoulders, Ignis’ posture slouched slightly into your touch.

“Why don’t you take a break? You look exhausted.”

“I would love to, but I can’t.”

Ignis stood up from his chair and grabbed two messy folders and fixed the mess of papers inside before setting it back down on the desk. You carefully carded your fingers in one of his free hands and pulled him down a bit, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Ignis had stopped you from pulling away, turning towards you, he pressed his lips against yours and sank into your warmth. His hands sat on your waist, your lips were dancing together beautifully.

You both had parted after however long, Ignis had your behind pinned to his desk, his lanky arms caging you in, his face so close to yours. Your eyes bore into one another, breathing was heavy, your faces were flushed with need. Your hands were on Ignis’ chest, fingers squeezing lightly at his button-up still.

“Why don’t you take a break?” you suggested again. “Lock the door? Sit down and I’ll take care of you?”

Ignis shivered with desire at your words.

“Darling, I want nothing more than that. Alas, I have to be on the phone with members of the council to go over their aristocratic nonsense.”

A devilish idea clouded your mind, your lips spread wider in a bigger smile.

“I can still take care of you while you do that,” you cooed. Your hands ran up Ignis’ shirt before you pressed your lower half against his. You could feel the slight stirring of life in his trousers. Ignis’ eyes widened, suddenly getting at your idea. “What do you say, Ignis?”

Ignis opened his mouth to answer when the landline phone on the desk started to ring. You had turned to see who the caller was only to smirk at who it was: Council Conference Room.

You carefully dropped to your knees, the cold and polished felt nice against your warm skin. You had scooted yourself back and underneath Ignis’ large desk, allowing Ignis to sit back down in his chair and carefully come closer to you. The phone kept droning on until Ignis had finally picked it up.

“Terribly sorry for not picking up right away,” Ignis calmly stated.

Your hands came up to his belt and carefully fumbled with the buckle of his belt. You slowly unwove the belt until it was opened before you. You carefully slipped the button out of Ignis’ pants and winced when the zipper felt too loud. You stopped and looked up at Ignis for a moment, your lover was reading off things from his laptop and pulling papers out of folders. You had drowned out his words and went back to his zipper. You pulled the fly down over the silver teeth until it reached the bottom, allowing you to see his erection through his boxer briefs. You carefully pulled the waistband down and freed his cock, Ignis’ stomach flexed and his breathing stilled for a brief moment.

You carefully stroked at his cock, pumping more life into it as it hardened ever more in your hands. You had waited for Ignis to start to relax into your touch before you craned your head forward. You pressed soft kisses to his head, licking the tip just enough to tease out a small drop of semen before you slowly started to take him in your mouth.

He nearly dropped the phone as his body reacted to you. His free hand grabbed at his desk and fumbled down to your head where his fingers tangled themselves in your hair. He had taken the phone off of his ear and sat back for a second, eyes closed and his lips parted slightly. The feeling of his cock in your warm mouth was divine.

You slowly bobbed your head along his shaft, making sure to watch your teeth against the gentle skin. Your tongue massaged the underside as your lips slowly sank closer to his abdomen. With every small thrust of your head, you took him further and further into your mouth. Ignis’ grip on your hair tightened even more, and before you knew it, he was pushing your head further along.

When the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you couldn’t help the gag that had come out of you. Ignis had placed the phone back to his ear and had started responding again as if nothing was wrong. Looking up at him, you saw that he was already looking at you. He had taken his glasses off and had placed them on his desk, his green hues pinning you in your place. There was a glint of lust in his eyes, but he couldn’t yet act on his sinful thoughts.

The moment he took his eyes off of you, you would do something to stir the pot.

And he did exactly that.

He had glanced away to his laptop above you, reading off whatever was on the screen when you thrusted your head forward, swallowing his up nearly to the root. Ignis stuttered and gasped audibly over the phone. His fingers yanked your hair back, eyes blazing as he glared down at you.

“I am so terribly sorry, I’ve knocked over my coffee,” Ignis spilled his pathetic excuse before he muted himself. He looked down at you, he was struggling with himself to hold back on what he really wanted to do with you for being so naughty, opting to snake his hand in your hair again and force you to swallow him up to the root this time. Ignis’ demeanor nearly faltered, but he still found his words. “You little minx, you’re driving me mad, you know?”

You could feel him twitch in your mouth, you could see the strain in his eyes. He was about to cum right down your little throat and you were going to milk him of every drop. He had opened his mouth to say something when a knock on his closed door shot fear right through the both of you.

The door opened and you halted, too afraid to do anything, especially take Ignis’ cock out of your mouth. You heard heavy footsteps walk a little closer to Ignis’ desk before stopping maybe halfway into the room.

“Hey Iggy,” a deep baritone voice cut through the thick and tense air as if it were nothing, “is that meeting with the council done yet?” Shit! Gladio was in the room. You panicked, Ignis tensed up even more. “Sleeping Beauty had training with us today, was wondering if you wanted to start now.” Gladio must have noticed the light pink dusting Ignis’ cheeks and how tense he was in his seat, the silence was horrible and time slowed to a crawl. “You wanna join us?”

Ignis stalled for a moment, fumbling with his glasses and put them back on.

“Of course. I’ll be down in a moment, I need to clean up.”

Gladio hesitated for a moment before taking his answer. He tossed a goodbye over his shoulder and you both were quickly left alone.

Before Ignis or you could process what the fuck just happened, Ignis’ phone went off for a text. His cock was no longer in his mouth as you scrambled up from the floor, both of your eyes frozen on Ignis’ phone screen that lit up with a text from Gladiolus.

‘Lock the door next time.’

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Until Darkness Descends

CHAPTER: 28

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

MAIN PAIR: Ardyn Izunia x Reader

SEC PAIR: Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

RATING: Explicit

Nodding your head, he wove a fantastical tale of far away lands, colorful adventures, and precarious encounters. Despite the anxiety in your gut, you leaned forward with wide beguiled eyes, hanging on his every word. While you were training away at the citadel training grounds, he was cozying up to foreign monarchs, performing great magical feats at royal balls, and traveling by foot across massive continents.

Before you knew it, your nerves settled and your muscles loosened. It felt like you were a little girl again, listening to your “uncle” enchant you with tales of his travels before bed. You giggled at a particularly witty detail he mentioned and he laughed along with you.

The world resumed its languid dance once again, the tree leaves whispering indecipherable words to the wind, while the grass swayed to their foreign tune. Ardyn tipped his head back and smiled up at the sky, the stars smiled back at him. “But enough about me, how have you been, darling? It's been some time since we last had a proper chat.”

The events of the last few days came rushing back to you and you lowered your head. “Okay, all things considered.”

“Yes, it's quite unfortunate what happened to the king. My deepest condolences, I know you were fond of him.” He said, noticing your change in demeanor.

“Thanks, but I'm more concerned about the prince.” You said. “It was his father after all. I wish there was a way I could help him, but I just been a burden this whole time. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even worth keeping around.”

His eyes softened. “I’m sure your friends think otherwise.”

“Yeah, but for how much longer?” You asked, your insecurities bleeding through. “I need to be better, I can't be deadweight. I did all this training, I did even more once I got to Insomnia, and all for nothing. I want to be stronger.” You said. You didn’t want them to leave you, but it was the only future you could see. A useless teammate was only a liability and eventually they would come to realize that too.

It hurt to think about it, imagining their backs turned to you, their frames becoming smaller and smaller as the distance widened between you. You couldn’t let that happen. They were all you had left and you would fight tooth and nail to maintain your place by their side. You just didn’t know how to do it.

Your back curved, head lowered like a blade of grass at the mercy of the heavens. Ardyn adjusted in his seat, his large hand finding yours. “Perhaps I could be of assistance.” He said, “mind summoning your weapons?”

Perplexed, but also curious, you waved your hand, a circular formation of daggers spun before your eyes. It was one of the few magic tricks you knew, one that every member of the courts, both servant and kingsglaive alike, had to master. The weapons found their place between your fingers and you presented them to the redhead.

Plucking one from your hand, a violent pulse of purple mist engulfed the blade in Ardyn’s grasp. It curled around the silver object like a serpent circling its prey. You swallowed, watching the action with a mixture of dread and unabashed wonder. You’ve seen Ardyn perform magical feats before, but never had you seen anything like this. The smoke looked menacing, alive, and dark, sending spikes of ice through your being.

Soon the purple dissipated into the air and he handed the dagger back to you. “Here, aim for that tree in front of you.” He instructed, pointing at a tree with a large thick trunk.

Rising on wobbly legs, you walked a few paces towards the tree. You don’t know what he has planned but you trust Ardyn. Flicking your wrist, the blade sliced through the air. The moment the silver tip punctured the bark, the tree immediately combust into flames. The heat of the fire snapped at your retreating form, shock making you speechless.

You returned your gaze to Ardyn who was standing from his seat, a mischievous glint in his eyes that turned your limbs to stone. You tried to swallow but found your mouth too dry to comply. “Is that….”

“Elementa magic.” The words slapped you across the face. That was not possible. Elementa magic was a tightly guarded secret, an ancient magic that only the Lucis Caelum bloodline could create, so how did it fall into the hands of a nomadic magician?

Looking back at the tree, you watched as the aging oak reduced to blackened dust. He performed elementa magic without any spells, you haven’t even seen the royal family accomplish such a feat. Just how powerful was Ardyn? Your eyes returned to the enigmatic redhead, his yellow eyes gleamed with the hungry flame.

Now that you thought about it, you didn’t know much about him. All these years Ardyn remained a mystery, feeding you tiny snippets of information to keep your curiosity sated, but not enough to answer the bigger questions. He still looked the same way he did fifteen years ago when you first met him, and even after many encounters you still didn’t know the secrets behind his eternal youth.

And now you found out that he could not only create elementa magic, but wield it without a spell. Fear wrapped its sticky limbs around your body, your fingers quivered as realization struck you on the head like a meteor falling from the sky.

What if the dream was real? Ardyn was a powerful magician and an even greater hoarder of secrets. You were certain you hadn't even witnessed the full extent of his magical capabilities. The idea flipped your stomach, sending acidic fire into your throat. Suddenly, you were even more aware of how vulnerable you were. Isolated and in the dark with a man who could’ve possibly harmed you in the past.

You turned on wooden legs, eyes to the ground, unable to meet his gaze. “There’s something I need to ask you.” You whispered, your words inaudible even to you under the roaring breeze.

“What is it, my dear?” He asked unassumingly.

The silence was deafening. You couldn’t make the words leave your mouth, as though your lips were glued shut. Anxiety fueled questions soared through your head at a dizzying speed. Scenarios smeared across your mind, each more horrifying than the last. Did you really want to risk asking your question? An accusation like that could change everything. What if you were wrong? What if it was just a hormone induced nightmare like you suspected before? You swayed side to side, nervousness breathing down the nape of your neck.

If it turned out that that night never happened, then talking about it would reveal that you had a horny dream about Ardyn. Fire bloomed in your cheeks. You would rather die than face that kind of humiliation. But that niggling thought continued to buzz in your gut, its persistence pried your mouth open. You needed to confront the issue, if only to put your anxiety to rest.

You weren’t sure what would come of it. It could ruin the friendship between you, or perhaps Ardyn would laugh it off and tease you about it. A sliver of fear shot through your stomach. Or maybe he would pin you to the ground and show you who he really is underneath that friendly facade.

Before you could make up your mind, an incessant jingle filled the air, your right pocket buzzed to life. You gave Ardyn an awkward glance before pulling your phone out, your boyfriend’s number filled the tiny screen.

Pressing accept, you brought the phone to your ear, “hello?”

“Babe, where are you?” A groggy voice replied.

“Just out for a walk, couldn’t really sleep.”

“Alright, jus’ be careful. It’s not safe being out at night, even in a city.” He said with a yawn.

You nodded your head as though he could see you. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” After hanging up, you dropped the phone back into your pocket.

Your nerves flocked back to your side the moment your eyes met his yellow ones. With no wind left in your sails you said, “I have to go.” You were thankful for the reprieve. All you wanted to do was run back to the hotel and hide from your thoughts as best as you could.

He nodded in understanding. “Of course, you wouldn’t want to keep your friends waiting.” He said. “I could accompany you if you want the rest of your weapons to be enhanced.”

You looked back at the tree that was now a smoldering pile of ash. A part of you wanted the power he offered. It could prove useful in battle, make you an asset, and cement your place in the group forever. It was a tantalizing offer, one that dangled in your face like a carrot on a stick. The fine hairs on your arm bristled with uncertainty. All you wanted to do was be left with your thoughts, possibilities you hadn’t entertained before but couldn’t be left ignored any longer.

But your duty to the crown came first, you needed what only Ardyn could give you. With a rod in your back, you nodded your head, “okay…”

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