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nightowlfandom · 1 year

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Evil! Noctis Lucis Caelum- The Dark Side Of Things Part 3/?

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Trigger Warnings: Fem! Reader, talks of demons, evil, death, murder, suggestive content, unaliving people, slight misogyny directed towards the reader, stockholm? not canon so please don’t expect that.

I got spammed for a part 3 like 4 times so here it is. PLEASE do not spam me to get me to update old series. I just decided to out of nowhere. My therapist told me if I wanted too I could update every month until I felt secure enough to return to the internet...so that’s what I’m doing.

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... Picking up right after part 2 ended

You sat at the edge of the bed as Noctis trailed his fingers up and down your arm. “Where do I start?” he laughed nervously.

“The beginning?” you joked. With a funny look, Noctis kissed your lips, gingerly holding your cheek in his hands.

“After that night, I thought I died. The I woke up in a dark room. I could barely see, or breathe for that matter. I was dragged off shortly after you ran off.” he sighed. “Fuck, I’m glad you got to safety...come here.”

He practically pulled you into his lap as he spoke. “A daemon found me and resurrected me and my friends...for a price.”

“ A PRICE?” You repeated. “You’re scaring me.”

“I had to give up my mortal life, Y/N.” he sighed. “My humanity if you will.”

“...I don’t understand?”

“What’s there to understand, cute little thing?”

You practically snapped your head in the direction of that voice. It sounded so much like Noctis, but so much deeper and sinister sounding. You watched as a clone of Noctis (the same one you had seen while you were watching him fishing AND when you were in the bathroom) step out of the mirror. “He’s evil and he’s trying to tell you he’s a monster blah blah blah~”

“So I’m not crazy!” you clutched onto Noctis’s arm. “W-who is that?”

“He’s my daemon who doesn’t understand the meaning of subtle.” he growled in reply, protectively wrapping his arms around you. “I told you to fuck off!”

“I just wanted to see the girl you wouldn’t stop talking about.” this Daemon Noctis scoffed. “Y/N was it?”

“Y-yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. “Um...Noctis?” you looked at your boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry.” he sighed. “I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t know how?”

“No idiot, you were a scared little bitch boy-”

“SHUT UP YOU IDIOT!” Noctis snapped. “Y/N! I’m sorry! Did I scare you?” he took note of the way you jumped at how deep and raspy his voice got. “This moron makes me so mad.” he kissed your temple.

“So in the water...the mirror? That was you looking at me?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Glad you noticed, clever girl. I wanted to introduce myself to Noctis’s delectable pet.” he waggled his brows at you. It was weird. It was Noctis’s face, but not his voice.

“I’m not a pet.” you tried to say with confidence.

“Oh but you are.” Daemon Noctis bit his lip. “You’re so cute too.”

“Watch it.” Noctis warned. “Y/N...look at me.” he made you look at him.

“I knew I saw something. When we went fishing I saw...him.” you looked over at D.N. who winked at you again as soon as you faced him. “I saw him in the water. I saw him in the mirror not too long ago.”

“When we were-”

“Yeah...” you found your face heating up violently.

“DAMNIT!” Noctis took a pillow and hauled it at his demonic doppelganger. It disappeared in a cloud of dark mist and you two were left alone again. “Y/N...I’m so so so- hMM?”

He was shut up by you kissing his lips. Noctis quietly groaned against your lips, holding the side of your face.

“I just got you back.” you pouted. “I don’t care how you’re alive...I’m just glad you are.”

“Even if I’m...evil?” he hesitated to say it. “You heard him-”

“I don’t give a shit what he says...unless you give me a reason to believe it...I don’t care what he says.” you pecked his lips again.

“You’re too good for me baby and you’re way too good to me to...” he bit his lip. “Shit, come here.” he pulled you back onto his lap. “What do you wanna do tomorrow?”

“Hmm...feel like taking me shopping?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You want me to take you shopping...first you steal my heart then you steal my wallet.” he winked.

“Hey! You always used to spoil me.” you pouted.

“I didn’t say the answer was no, princess” he pecked your lips, rolling his eyes at the way you pouted. “I’d love to dress you up.”

...

“Noctis, are you sure about this.” you groaned. You weren’t one for bodycon dresses, so why he wanted you to wear one so bad.

“Get out here!” he wolf-whistled. “I wanna see you!”

Groaning dramatically you came out of the dressing rooms.

“Holy sh-...I sure know how to pick out clothes for you.” he bit his lip. “Who gave you permission to look so god-damn gorgeous?”

“Noctis.” you whined, feeling your face heat up. His praise was not something you were used to but you liked it nonetheless. He sauntered over, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“This dress reminds me of the one you wore on our first date...remember that?”

“When you spilled Lobster Macaroni on me?” you recalled.

“I still got a second date.” he winked, kissing your lips. Each kiss got more and more deep, his hold on your waist becoming almost desperate.

Noctis had to be sure to pace himself. He didn’t want to let you go, but he also knew he had to work slowly with you. He just couldn’t expect things to go back to normal, especially after the ball he dropped on you last night. However when you began running your hands through his hair, he couldn’t help but get a little handsy.

“Change back into your clothes, so we can go home, so I can get THOSE clothes off.” he smacked your ass, ushering you back into the dressing room.

“Ack! Okay okay. Mr. Handsy...mind getting my zipper?”

“Anything for you.”

...

After you changed back, and purchased said dress, you had greeted Noctis who was still outside the fitting room.

“Ready to go?”

“Yep! Ready as I’ll ever be-”

It was then you saw a huge flash, nearly blinding you. You dropped your shopping bags and shielded your eyes. “Ow!” you whined.

“Shit! Princess, you okay?”

“If I didn’t need glasses before, I might now.” you winced, rubbing your eyes. When your vision adjusted, you saw some dude with a camera, smirking.

“Well if it isn’t the Crown Prince himself. You know, everyone is saying you faked your death? Instead of addressing it you’re out with a groupie.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Noctis glowered.

“Hm, I wonder how much the news would pay to see the crown prince getting cozy with some rando girl in a mall dressing room of all places.”

“Noct, it’s fine-” you put a hand over it, only to yank it back when you felt the searing pain of a burn against your fingers. His skin was hot, about as hot as concrete during the hottest day of summer. “Shit!” you winced. Thankfully the pain lasted less than a second, but it didn’t ease your confusion, not in the slightest bit.

That’s when you say it...his eyes turning bright red...like that night.

“You wanna say that again...buddy?” he slowly walked up to the slimeball of a paparazzi.

“I said...it’d be a shame if the press found out you were out playing with one of your wh-” he didn’t have time to finish his insult because Noct wrapped a hand around his neck. Now he was gagging, and gasping for air.

“Big mistake...” he growled. Before you knew it...Noctis’ demon had come out of the mirror.

“Having fun yet, princess?” he winked at you as he stood with the real Noct.

“Kill him.” Your Noct demanded.

“Hey shopkeep, you were never here, go and take your 30 minute break.” he looked back at the cashier who suddenly appeared to be under a trance, when they walked away from the register. “When are you gonna learn to respect boundaries, good sir?”

“P-please...don’t-” the man choked.

“Sorry...I don’t take kindly to being insulted, but you made the mistake of bringing my princess into this...and I can’t forgive that.” Noct cackled. “I’d cover my eyes if I were you Y/N.”

“Noctis no!...” You risked it and grabbed his hand again. “Please don’t.”

“Y/N, didn’t you hear him? He called you a-”

“You don’t have to waste your energy on him...um..I-” you tried to think of something to save this idiots life. You didn’t even care that he took your picture, or insulted you. You just wanted him to go away. “Please?” you whimpered. “We were having fun..and-”

“...” you watched your boyfriend’s eyes shift back to their beautiful ocean blue color. “This woman just saved your life, asshole.”

“If I even so much as see one of her FINGERS in the news, let’s just say I hope you can take pictures with your feet...IF I let you live that long.” His demonic counterpart threatened, and like that he disappeared.

“Now get the fuck out of my face...before I change my mind.” Noctis let go from his grasp on the mans neck. Before you could say anything, Noctis took you into a huge hug. “I’m so sorry Y/N...Did I scare you?”

“A little.” you confessed. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know....I just- I can’t control it sometimes. When it comes to you...I get so-” he paused. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing...not a thing is wrong with you Noct...I love you, you know that right?”

“...Yeah...yeah. I love you so much, princess”

Noctis pulled you into another hug again, opting to ignore his daemon morph out of the shadows.

Follow him...and if he tries anything...kill him.

Already on it...just make sure you don’t scare her again.

yeah....I’ll try

...

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autumnslance · 11 months

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Wolcred Week 2023: Memories|Shadows

(Apparently this week is when I indulge the spicy writing. Cleaned up and finished a draft. Aeryn's finally starting to get the hang of something, part of comforting her man with too many bad memories of particularly nasty shadows. 1400 words, M rating.)

The dark was cold and thick, drowning him. The skies burned as a black bird’s wings fluttered over all, her Song killing his family but he couldn’t see he was drowning in the cold black as he tried to swim to the surface but Lahabrea was pushing him down, the red mask leering over his own face, clawed hands piercing his form and he couldn’t see because the dark was thick and cold while the skies burned and Lahabrea laughed and the black bird sang…

“Thancred!”

He gripped Emet-Selch’s robed arm. The sorcerer contemptuously flicked him aside and he fell through the dark and cold and the black bird called down the flames as Lahabrea screamed in rage, claws piercing his form…

“Wake up!”

He jolted awake into the warm, humid darkness of a Thavnairian night, the familiar dimmed lines and colors of the Cooperative apartment around him, and Aeryn’s silhouette leaning alongside him, looking down.

“It’s all right,” she whispered, carefully reaching down to brush her fingers over his face. He was covered in a cold sweat, and he wondered how much he’d thrashed.

“Sorry to wake you,” he managed hoarsely. Thancred pulled away from her to stand, lighting the lamp—he couldn’t handle the dark in this moment and even a faint light was better than none—and walked unsteadily to the wash on the far side of the chamber. He used the commode, then stepped into the shower, letting warm water fall over him for a long moment.

He couldn’t stand the stink of his own fear-sweat.

Aeryn was still awake when he returned to their bed, on her side, head propped on her hand. “Sounded like a bad one.”

“It was,” he said.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly,” he answered as he settled in next to her. Her other hand rested on his chest, and he covered it with his own. “But…It felt like both Lahabrea and Ultima Thule all at once. Ascians and the Final Days, and all that’s behind us now and yet…” He sighed.

“In some ways it will never be over,” she said. “Not for us. But we’ll muddle through as ever. Tell me what you need right now.”

He smiled. Then turned toward her, pulling her close. “Just you,” he answered.

“All right,” she answered, embracing him. She did lean up and across to put out the lamp, plunging the room back into darkness.

Thancred swallowed a curse as his nightmares instantly rose behind his eyes, surrounding the bed, waiting for him to sleep again. He hated this; he had been raised in the darkest shadows of Limsa, had fought like hells to bring the night back to Norvrandt, but their enemies had taken its safety and comfort from him, now that he knew what all lurked in the darkness…

Aeryn’s arms held him close, a long leg hooked over his own. She murmured something he didn’t quite catch and kissed the top of his head, her fingers playing with his still-damp hair just above the nape of his neck.

He couldn’t seem to pull her close enough, even with his arms tight around her and his face pressed to her chest. She was his only anchor in the dark, his assurance he was here, now, as himself.

“Darling?” she whispered as he shivered.

“Don’t let go,” he said. “I need—I want—” He lunged up to kiss her, to cover his inability to form simple words.

Aeryn pushed him back, laying on top of him, and he ran his hands along her slim form, feeling every ilm and ponze weigh down on him. Her lips left his to press over his cheeks, his eyes, his jaw, his neck. Her clever hands massaged his chest, his arms; her fingernails traced his scars. Her mouth continued, leaving a sweet trail along his shoulders, across his collarbones.

Thancred began to relax under her slow, steady ministrations. The tension of the nightmare—of the memories—fading in favor of the here and now; of the warmth of the room, the night sounds of jungle plants and insects outside the window, the softness of the bed. The sweet scent of her flowers and the slight tang of her sleep-sweat. The silken feel of her long hair, the softness of her skin and where it was slightly marred by various scars, overlaying her wiry strength. Her breath was warmer than the humid air, her kisses lightly damp. She knew just where to rake her nails and where to smooth her cool palms over and across his skin.

Her teeth teased a nipple and he couldn’t suppress an appreciative grunt. Her lips curled into a smile as she continued her explorations.

Thancred felt able to breathe again; a different, kinder tension rising to replace that of his dream. He idly played with her midnight locks in his right hand and looked up into the dark toward the ceiling, its colors muted and the difficulty to trace its lines enhanced not only by the hour but the lovely distractions of his lady.

He honestly wasn’t expecting more in his comfortable daze, until she reached his groin, hands and mouth teasing in a new way and he hissed in a breath, back arching. “Oh, gods,” he gasped at the unexpected feel of her tongue on his most sensitive skin. The hand in her hair tightened, as did the one resting on the sheets.

“I didn’t mean—You don’t have to,” he said, looking down. This wasn’t her favorite activity; partly because she was entirely unpracticed when they had first begun their relationship, and like most perfectionists, Aeryn fussed when not immediately good at something—and she hadn’t been in her first few reticent attempts, though he’d always found it charming (as it certainly hadn’t been provocative). They only sometimes tried it, but she had to be in just the right mood.

Aeryn looked back up and smiled, though even in the shadows he caught a mischievous glint in her eyes. The minx meant to tease him.

He began to say something but all that came out was a moan of pleasure as she took him entirely. The next however long was a haze of sensation as her hands and mouth worked him, bringing him close to the edge and then easing back to gentler caresses and kisses on his hips and thighs, repeating the process a few times, until he was shaking and sweating, panting out her name and threatening to leave her denied even longer when next he had opportunity. Aeryn giggled in reply, her blush impossible to see in the low light but he knew it was there, and then she took him in her mouth again.

Thancred shouted when she finally allowed him release, falling back to the mattress and letting her go as she hurried from the bed, unconcerned with the dark. He caught his breath, vaguely aware of her rinsing her mouth while reorienting himself.

Well. She certainly had improved at that since those early days.

Aeryn soon returned, pulling the cool sheets over them again as she crawled in beside him, nuzzling close.

He ran a hand along her spine. “Still don’t like the taste, eh?”

“Uh-uh,” she replied, using his shoulder as a pillow. “Feeling better?”

“Very much so. A far more pleasant out-of-sorts than before, I must say.”

She laughed, turning her face into his chest in a way that meant her blush was flaring again. “That was the plan. You needed grounding, and a distraction.”

He let out a deep breath and embraced her. “I did, thank you. While the finale wasn’t necessary, it is certainly appreciated. Although,” he said, turning toward her. “I’d hate to leave you unattended in return…”

She pressed a finger to his lips. “I’m fine. If anything, we can play in the morning,” she said, her smile clear even in the dim light. She leaned in and gave him one more gentle kiss. It tasted like her toothpaste. “For now, love, just rest; I have you.”

Gods, he had done naught in his life to deserve her, to deserve this. He embraced her again, her limbs wrapped around him as he sighed, feeling sleep coming to claim him once more. She’d done quite a bit to keep him weary and assured; he didn’t think the nightmares would return tonight.

And in the morning, they were going to get a very late start on the day, as he intended to thoroughly express his appreciation of her.

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thelaughtercafe · 4 months

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All's Fair In Love And War

Tea Type: Half and Half with a lemon (Tickles with jealousy and some suggestive tickling)

Potential Triggers: Nothing except suggestive tickling, and speaking of it!

Pairing: Thancred x F!Mi'qote! Reader x Estinien

Length: 2.2k+

Summary: A sequel of sorts to my tword headcanons for FFXIV. You can gather it fine from reading, but I’d recommend giving them a gander if you want to get the full picture!

“So , who’s this Estinien fellow Alphinaud told me you bonded with on your travels?”

You flinched, looking behind you to see Thancred with a taunting grin on his face and glittering eyes. You hadn’t even heard him enter House Fortemps. It hadn’t been long since you’d found him and healed the Dragoon in question from Nidhogg’s all encompassing affliction and seeing Alphinaud’s cheerful grin behind his back you growled his way, ignoring Thancred for the moment.

“You little brat- he hasn’t even been back a full week!”

Your upset only amused him further as the Summoner took a casual sip of his tea, meeting your gaze from over the rim of his book, Refia chirping happily from around his ankles.

“And? I thought it would serve to cheer him up to hear of your exploits. Besides, it felt only right to inform him another was in competition for his affections.”

You went bright red and were left sputtering.

“I-how-whatever gave you that idea?”

Alphinaud’s eyes flicked behind you and he snickered with a hum.

“Oh? Am I wrong then? You’re blushing mighty hard for one meant to be apparently unaffected.”

“I-I don’t have to answer that.”

You huffed, crossing your arms and were surprised as Alphinaud merely shrugged and stood, beginning to leave.

“Alright then. I’ll leave you to it; do try not to kill her, yes? She does have duties to attend to in a day or so.”

With that he was gone and the back of your neck prickled which could only mean…

A hesitant turn of your head and you smiled nervously at Estinien, the unmasked Dragoon staring you down with the faintest of smirks playing on his lips. Thancred looked to be on the verge of laughter at your back.

“…Do I want to ask how much you heard?”

“Much and more than you would’ve liked I suspect, as seems to be customary in our relationship by this point.”

Amusement was thick in his deep voice and you hid your face in your hands as Thancred approached and slung an arm over your shoulder.

“Well I for one, should very much like to know more about this relationship you developed in my impromptu absence."

His grin was sharp and from the tightness of his grip you knew he was the slightest bit jealous of Estinien, not that he’d ever dream of letting the Dragoon know of it.

Estinien, for his part, remained stoic as ever save the smallest of smirks, his eyes taking in all and giving away nothing.

"Hmph. I’m surprised she hasn’t already told you as much. Well, I’ve nothing to hide in any case. I believe she should be the one to tell all, however. What say you to taking this somewhere more private?”

You nodded eagerly, desperate to not be caught by Emmanellain or worse Haruchefant . He’d never let you live it down if he caught you like this and you were already drowning in embarrassment. You looked to Thancred to see his smile had strained thanks to Estinien’s prodding. You opened your mouth to suggest your quarters but Estinien was already opening the door for you all to exit.

“We can retreat to my quarters. The Dragoon barracks are all but abandoned in the wake of our victory and they’ve moved back in with their families. The building is essentially mine to do with as I please, according to Aymeric. No-one will overhear us.”

The walk to the barracks was silent until you broke it, trying to distract Thancred from glaring into Estinien’s back and instead speaking of your other Ishgardian friends and the other Scions alike. That relaxed him and his grip around your shoulder loosened. Even Estinien’s shoulders relaxed and you swore you caught him glancing back with a fond expression more than once.

“I can’t believe Alphinaud truly fell for that hair-dye prank. Alisaie near laughed herself hoarse.”

You playfully nudged him as you entered the barracks.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you stifling laughter too in the corner. You’re not as slick as you like to think, sir thief.”

Estinien opened his mouth to quip and you cut him off with a knowing smile.

“…and you’re not any better. You act all broody but I catch you smirking at Alphinaud and I’s antics all the time so don’t even try to deny it.”

He seemed affronted as he led you both up to his room but by the time he was closing and locking the door he was smirking again.

“True enough. That scene where you laughed yourself hoarse and nearly came from my voice alone was particularly smirk worthy, if I may so.”

The smugness was thick in his voice and you coughed, laughing nervously as Thancred froze.

“Y-You shouldn’t joke like that Estin-”

“Oh I assure you I’m not. Your friend wished to be informed of our relationship. Besides, you and I both know there’s better ways to make you laugh.”

“I’m going to end you. What happened to keeping it secret or regretting it!?”

“I didn’t explicitly say it, now did I? It’s still up to you if you wish to tell him and be punished.”

You sputtered at that in outrage but when you finally looked up at him, the impassive look on his face ensured you stayed silent.

Thancred finally broke his silence, removing his arm only so he could cross them across his chest and stare down at you.

“I see you’ve developed a bratty streak in my absence. Hmph. A pity. We’ll have to see that remedied.”

His eyes glittered in competition and you swallowed, hard.

“Either you tell me plain this little secret you and the Dragoon are dancing around or I’ll deliver a punishment all my own. I suggest you choose wisely which of us you’d prefer.”

His hands moved to his scabbard, and belt deftly removing both and you looked away to see Estinien removing his heavy armor as well, revealing a white t-shirt just underneath along with black sweats.

Great. So you were to choose between a punishment you knew what to expect and one you didn’t. Unfortunately, you really wished their positions were reversed. Estinien wasn’t the type to change his method over jealousy- Thancred was and if you chose to keep your mouth shut you had no doubt he’d have no problem making you regret it. Thancred would never hurt you but he wasn’t the one who typically interrogated your enemies for nothing.

But say you did the opposite, and told? That’d just rile him up more you were sure of it. The fact that you explicitly told Estinien about your little kink before him? When he’d teased you with it for so long while oblivious? Gods you couldn’t take the embarrassment. You risked a glance at Estinien, now fully out of his armor who merely raised an expectant eyebrow in response. Asshole. He was calling your bluff. Of course, all that wasn’t even including the public humiliation of being absolutely wrecked to the point of tears, likely until you safeworded if you told. Like it or not, the choice was made.

“Eyes up here gorgeous.”

You blushed as Thancred drew your gaze back to his, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

“What’s it gonna be?”

“…I can’t. I’m sorry Thancred.”

You could feel the way Estinien stood up taller in pride, the huff of laughter under his breath and your cheeks burned brighter as Thancred took you in.

“So it’s to be an interrogation, is it?”

“…that’s not as scary as you make it sound. I know you’d never hurt me.”

You tried to play it off in some vain attempt to make him change his mind but he only shrugged, easily seeing through you.

“Of course not. Pain isn’t the most effective method anyway until the psyches been worn down some. Not that I plan on using that either. No, I think you and I both know what I’m planning to do.”

You tried not to let it show on your face but you were nervous and before you could think better of it, you were pleading your case to Estinien.

“I didn’t tell, aren’t you going to help me? This is your fault after all!”

Estinien snickered, shaking his head.

“My fault? Interesting phrasing. It’s not my fault you’re so frightened of a little tickling by my hands you opted not to confide in your long term friend. The only help you’ll receive is if he asks for it. You’ll like it anyway, I’m sure.”

Your mouth fell open in betrayal.

“But you said-”

“That you couldn’t say anything without punishment. Nothing about my end. In any case, I’d worry about your current situation before it’s too late.”

Your eyes widened and you whirled to look at Thancred but he was already staring back at you with wide eyes.

“By the Twelve… you really…? This whole time? Ha. And here I thought I was imagining things. You really do like it.”

Your eyes moved past him to the window but you startled as Estinien’s long fingers squeezed your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t try it. I’d catch you even if you did manage the jump and Thancred is too quick for you to run towards the door, not to mention it’s already locked.”

He mumbled into your ear, causing you to shiver.

Thancred cracked his knuckles and you flushed, ducking your head but he was there to corner you against the wall just behind, Estinien moving back to let him do as he wished.

His fingertips once again guided your eyes to his and this time he held it.

“Oh no. You’ve hid your reactions from me far too long as it is. I want to savor this. You’re going to tell me, truthfully. Do you like being tickled? Have you gotten off to the idea of me teasing you until you come undone as many times as I wish? Hm?”

The self-satisfied smirk was evident on his lips as you squirmed and just about melted in his arms; already giving him his answer. He’d never seen their Warrior of Light so red before.

You nodded and Thancred was content to let you go, but Estinien pushed you back by your shoulder, just behind Thancred’s own, his azure eyes burning into you.

“We both know he wanted a verbal response. Give it to him.”

At the familiar dominance in his tone, you folded, eyes rushing to Thancred’s.

“Y-Yes I have. More than once! To both of you!”

You squeaked it out before looking to Estinien for approval, to which he nodded, hand moving from your shoulder to your head where he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Good girl.”

It was a quiet mumble, but the praise filled you with warmth where the adrenaline once was.

“To both of us, huh?”

Your eyes flew open at the playful lilt in Thancred’s voice.

Oh Gods had you really said that?

You were still too content with Estinien’s soothing ministrations to move but you looked nervously to your favorite thief.

But he wasn’t looking at you.

“Estinien. What say you to a friendly competition?

"There isn’t many in Coerthas. What would it entail?”

“Who can make her come undone the most? Winner gets to stay with her for the night and the loser has to be on guard duty and stay awake.”

“Not very high stakes but I’ll take it. As long as she agrees to it, of course.”

“That goes without saying.”

They both turned to you and as sheepish as you felt, you still agreed.

“…Okay. But we’re obviously including the typical safewords. Lahabrea for you, Thancred and Nidhogg for you, Estinien. Still okay to use?”

You always checked, ensuring the words weren’t triggering for them and both nodded.

“You both have more in common than I realized, actually. Huh. So…how are we doing this then?”

Thancred looked vaguely amused as he shrugged.

“I can always run out and fetch some restraints. You’re awfully calm given your earlier flusteredness, you know.”

“No need, I have my own. It’s the hair. Makes her melt. Ears too, and those triple as an extra erogenous and ticklish area so I target it often. Her back will have the same affect.”

Thancred’s eyes lit up at that.

“No way; I didn’t even know she was ticklish there!”

“Wait don’t-eep!”

You yelped as Thancred moved before you could stop him, nimble fingers slipping underneath your shirt and drawing patterns into your back, occasionally spidering or digging in slightly to make you squeak. Nonetheless, you melted forward into Estinien’s waiting chest and sighed in content, small giggles slipping out now and then.

“So this is why you tensed and would jump away whenever I tried to massage your shoulders. Could you get any cuter?”

You nuzzled Estinien and grumbled weakly, taking solace in his warmth.

“This isn’t playing fair.”

“You’ve got a safe word darling. You need only say it if you need us to stop at any time.”

His deep voice rumbled in your ear before his teeth pulled, making you arch a moment before a purr escaped you, making you gasp, flinch away and cover your mouth.

The two men froze.

“…Tell me you heard that too, Wyrmblood.”

“Loud and clear. Naughty kitten, hiding such sounds from us for so long.”

Both men’s voices had deepened in their lust and it was obvious to see it in the way their eyes darkened as well.

“Now then, why don’t we find out what other sounds you can make for us. Shall we truly get started?”

Breathless you could only whimper as Thancred tongued your throat, while Estinien retrieved the restraints.

“I’m fucked aren’t I?”

“Not yet you aren’t. But you will be. Thoroughly .”

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Hello, although I know it's late (I didn't write before because I didn't have a signal at my grandparents' house that I went to visit at the beginning of this month) I wanted to know if you could make a Final Fantasy XV birthday fic for Gladio's birthday. It's April 2, I know it's already happened but I still wanted to see if you could do it since he's one of my favorite characters in the game. The idea of the fic would be the following: Noctis seeing that the next day is Gladio's birthday and He forgot to buy him a gift, he decides to improvise and tells Gladio that as a birthday gift Noctis will participate in the movie he wanted to make, on the birthday after celebrating Gladio, Prompto and Noctis are going to make the movie where Noctis He finds out that it is a documentary-type porn film in which he and Gladio pretend to be the first cavemen and he promptly films them as if it were a documentary. In the video, Prompto talks about how manly Gladio is and his huge cock, while Noctis seems more feminine. with his micro penis (he says this while Gladio and Noctis flex their arms showing their muscles and their penises, while he lifts things and climbs trees, in which both Gladio helped Noctis), while Prompto continues with the comparisons which are humiliating for Noctis since he constantly says how thanks to Noctis' construction, instead of looking like a man, he looks more like a woman since even his penis is so small that it only takes two fingers to be able to take it completely, unlike Gladio's. , then Gladio fucks Noctis while Prompto says that they are witnessing a rare case of mating in which Noctis is treated as if he were a female of the species despite being a man (Gladio fucks Noctis on his back before grabbing him by his legs and lift him up, opening his legs, showing how his penis enters and leaves Noctis's ass), after Gladio fucks him, Prompto ends the video and tells them that it turned out great, to which Gladio tells Noctis that he is very happy for his gift and can't wait to do the other parts of the documentary saga, Noctis still with Gladio's cock inside him asks confused what he meant, to which Gladio tells him that he had planned to do one saga of porn movies of this style and that he is very surprised at how good an actor Noctis was when he refused to participate in the filming of the saga when he was asked to do so 2 weeks ago since it seemed vastly genuine at the time and that this gift pleasantly surprised and appreciates it very much.

Well, even though it would be for Gladio's birthday, I'm not currently writing at the moment.

But I did enjoy reading this! I do love some good primalplay, and Gladio could really make a good cave "wife" out of Noctis. Making sure to show just how to breed a hole and make sure he would get pregnant and have many offsprings.

Also loving the idea of further movies they could do together in different time periods and such.

#gladnoct #ffxv #ff15 #final fantasy xv #nsft #lemon #anonymous #answered ask

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