“What about Prompto trying really hard to impress his crush by winning them a stuffed chocobo from one of those carnival games where you have to shoot the moving targets? (Who says Noct is the only one who gets to enjoy the Moogle Chocobo Carnival?!) His crush loves the plush, but tells him that he’s still their favorite chocobo. (Maybe they even kiss his cheek?)”
Chatting in Discord led us to start talking about what morning (or dead of night) sex might be like with the crew, and I couldn’t resist making some of my own.
After dating, some couples have pretty gross habits. Here are you and the bros’ gross habits!
Noctis
Noctis will walk into the bathroom while you’re using it, he doesn’t care. You eventually don’t even bother closing the door
It goes the same for him. Sometimes he calls you in while he’s on the toilet because he’s lonely
He sheds like a monster and you’re always playing a game of “Is-that-a-bug-or-did-Noctis-not-finish-cleaing-after-brushing-his-hair”
Prompto
Sometimes he forgets to get his own, so you guys share a toothbrush
He also takes gum from you when you’ve finished chewing, if there’s still flavor
At least once a week, one of you shoves your armpit into the other’s face and asks if you smell okay
Gladio
Gladdy loves to fart and then hold your head under the blankets. He thinks it’s hilarious when you shriek and flail under the covers (get him back by returning the favor)
Sometimes one of you is so impressed with your fart that you actively encourage the other to bask in it (and you do)
Sometimes he just randomly licks the side of your face to see your reaction
Ignis
Ignis puts his cold feet up your shirt, down your pants, and even on your face to annoy you
Like Noctis, the bathroom isn’t very private. But where Noctis just sort of hangs out, Ignis will at least brush his teeth or shave while he’s with you
When he’s cooking for just the two of you and he gets a runny nose, you hold the tissue for him while he blows
requested: no, this is going to be the start of my “starter preference” series. it’s basically the usual preferences that people post to get their blogs going, ie: how they kiss, how they hug, nicknames, etc. be sure to request some of these if you think of any! as long as they’re simple and easy, they’ll be written and posted asap.
warnings: fluff, angst, not blind ignis!au in prompto’s section, gladio’s really got away from me lmfaoooo can you tell he’s my favorite?
Noctis ;
Pre-game noctis would’ve definitely been more relaxed and without a care in the world.
Niflheim hadn’t proposed the peace treaty and he wasn’t arranged to be married to Lunafreya yet, either.
The two of you would be taking a stroll in the Citadel Gardens, holding hands and smiling at each other.
You would take this time to stare at your boyfriend, admiring the way the sun shone on his pale skin. the way his baby blue eyes stood out in the golden hour.
He would dip his head to blush and grin widely, letting out a giddy laugh whenever he caught you staring.
This would lead to the two of you stopping in your place as he went to hold both of your hands.
He would take his time with his kisses, resting his forehead against theirs and gazing into their warm eyes.
He would slowly pull you in, taking your soft hands and wrapping them around his neck before leaning in.
He let out a hum of approval the second his mouth made contact with your pillow soft lips.
He was loving and passionate, his eyelids fluttered shut as he smiled into the kiss.
His hands would then move to your neck to hold you in place.
His touch was gentle yet urgent, as if he needed reassurance that you wouldn’t leave his arms.
Prompto ;
His kisses were desperate, clingy and loving.
But because of his general nervousness, you usually needed to take charge when being intimate with him.
You would cup his face and pull him towards you as you stared into his wide doe eyes as you pressed your lips to his.
He would always let out a gasp into your mouth and his freckled skin would flush
His eyes would slowly close, rolling back a bit in ecstasy
His shaky hands would finally make their way to wrap around your waist, after laying limp at his sides for a few seconds too long. (he doesn’t know what to do sksk)
He would let out a whine into your mouth as you explored his, tangling your hands into his blond locks.
His hold on you tightened into an embrace as you continued making out, as he felt the need to keep you close to him.
He needed to know that his feelings were reciprocated in full, and that you weren’t going anywhere any time soon.
Unfortunately, he soon had to pull away from your intense liplock.
When he opened his eyes again, they were slightly glossed over and his plump lips wore a doped out grin.
His cheeks were burning up and his cute freckles stood out on his skin.
He bit his bottom lip as he panted a bit, trying to catch his breath.
His hands were still tightly wound around your waist, seeking intimacy, and he had no intention of letting go.
other kisses would be desperate and filled with urgency, like when he was brought to you after being taken by Ardyn.
➢
You were sitting on your shared bed, tapping your foot nervously against the floor as you waited for the boys to return from their mission.
Noctis had texted you that they found Prompto, and that he was alive. They were on their way back to the hotel and you couldn’t stop fidgeting for the life of you. You couldn’t imagine what Ardyn put him through, what condition he might be in right now. Was he conscious? Did he lose a lot of blood? Your heart pounded at the unknown.
Your wide eyes darted to the hotel door when someone, Gladio probably, pounded on it.
You broke into a sprint to open the door for them as fast as possible.
They hurried inside the room. Noctis led the boys inside while Gladio and Ignis were helping Prompto in, letting the blond use them as a crutch.
Your mouth went agape as you saw him barely conscious, littered in bruises and cuts. His hair was limp and lifeless, and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat.
Gladio quickly led him to one of the other beds and laid him down. Him and Noctis made quick work of assessing his injuries to determine which ones needed to be addressed first. Ignis started setting up supplies for them to use.
You offered to help the three of them with cleaning his wounds and stitching any open wounds. A few hours passed and the three of you were done with his injuries and you were about to head to bed.
You took the liberty of bundling Prompto in blankets and propping his head and feet up before carefully crawling into bed with him.
Once you got under the covers, you couldn’t help but look at him. You brought your hand up to his face and traced his delicate features, being careful not to wake him up.
Leaning over, you pressed a tender kiss to his lips as your eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
You smiled against his lips, thankful that he was alive and well, and in your arms once again.
You felt your Sunshine let out a content sigh in his sleep, making you smile once more. You kissed his forehead before laying back down. You gently wrapped an arm around his sleeping form before closing your eyes.
Ignis ;
Ignis’ kisses would be gentle yet filled with intense heat and passion.
His gentlemanly nature made him ensure that he treated you with respect and kindness, always taking it nice and slow when you kissed.
One hand would cup the back of your neck to pull you in, then the other would move to the small of your back to hold you in place.
His eyes were warm with admiration and love as he leaned down to meet your lips.
His brows would furrow, savoring your taste as his lips moved against yours.
You let out a soft moan as his tongue met yours.
You brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, after laying limp at your sides.
His kisses always turned you into putty in his hands, soft and pliable.
After he loses his sight in Altissia, his kisses change.
They become more fervent and urgent, filled with need and lust.
His arms would wrap around your midsection completely, holding you impossibly close to him.
You would bring your hands to his cup his face as you returned the kiss in full.
He needed to know that you were close, that you wouldn’t be another thing he’d end up losing.
Gladio ;
Before the fall of Insomnia, he was a lot less appreciative of your relationship.
Sure, he felt strong feelings for you but he never quite felt the gravity of his love for you until he almost lost you in the fall.
➢
You were a member of the ‘glaive, and you were sent with your best friend Nyx to escort the princess to safety.
You were there to see Crowe lying in a body bag on the metal table in the infirmary room. You were there to witness General Glauca kill your love’s father, Clarus Amicitia. You were there to witness King Regis die at the hands of General Glauca.
Lastly, you were there to witness General Glauca reveal himself as Drautos, before Nyx ordered Libertus to take you away with them.
“no! I’m not leaving you here!” You screamed at Nyx, just before being dragged away kicking and screaming.
you never heard from Nyx again.
➢
Gladio had called you time after time, sent text after text, left voicemail after voicemail. all to no avail.
He was sure you had died in the fall, buried underneath the rubble of fallen buildings or killed by a magitek soldier.
you’ll never forget the look of pure relief in his glossy, amber eyes as he saw you safe with Iris in Lestallum.
You were standing outside, admiring the scenery of the city. You’ve never visited Lestallum before, and Iris was just about to show you the sights when someone called your name.
“Y-Y/N?” Your head immediately darted up, in search of the voice you thought you would never hear again. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met the striking amber orbs you thought you’d never look into again.
“Gods, it can’t be. I thought you were-,” his voice broke as he seemed to be close to tears at the mere sight of you. His legs moved on their own accord as he broke into a sprint to where you stood, pushing past tourists that were in his way.
The moment he was in front of you he pulled you into a tight embrace. His muscular arms wound themselves around your body, desperate to keep you safe and close to him. He nestled his head in the crook of your neck and deeply inhaled, trying to memorize your scent all over again. He pulled back after a minute to get a good look at you. He took your face in both of his hands with a sad smile on his face. His eyes searched your face, taking in every dip and curve. He grimaced when he came across a new bruise or cut or burn, all he could think of was how he wasn’t there to protect you.
All of your breath left you as he finally smashed his lips onto yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned into him completely, losing yourself in the moment.
Your hands went to his hard bare chest, feeling the strong muscle underneath skin. A sheen of sweat covered his tan, tattooed skin.
You could feel his heart beat underneath your palm, and you smiled into the kiss as you felt his heart rate quicken.
You took your time tracing every curve and plane of his hard muscles, committing them to your memory. You felt every vein and callus and scar on his warm skin.
His kisses were feeling you, tasting you, breathing you into his memory.
His kisses were close, intimate and warm because he needed to feel you. He needed to know that you were alive and that your heart was beating and that he wasn’t going to lose you like he lost his father.
➢
LMFAOOSKSK gladio’s really got away from me I hope y’all don’t mind though. I hope y’all liked that and that it’s enough to tide y’all over while I work on requests. PLEASE leave a comment and REBLOG. 🥀
I have never gotten wasted, I typically stop at buzzed and call it a day. So being around people who have gotten like this and being the mom friend…I know this all too well.
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Noctis
“Heck off.”
Noctis chuckled, you looked so cute all flushed and attempting to pull away from him. Apparently, you weren’t aware that tonight’s drink at this royal get together was rather spiked, and you had been downing glasses left and right until you started swaying. Ignis found you clutching to a planter to stay up straight and moved you to a sitting room.
“Come on sweetie, let go home.”
“I told you to heck off.” You hissed flailing at him, as he attempted to help you up from the couch. “Who do you think you are? I am!”
It was a simple day and you were at a meeting (be it work or school) when you suddenly felt that. The blood flow. You quickly and promptly excused yourself from the meeting, pushing back your chair and walking off before anyone could stop you and you swiftly made your way to the nearest bathroom. When you got there you realize that yes, you were on your period even though it technically wasn’t due for another day or two. The icing on the cake was the fact that your bag had no more pads in it. You exhaled, thought quickly and pulled out your phone.
Noctis:
Blushes so hard that his face becomes pure red, and trips over his words to have you repeat it.
Awkwardly says, “…Oh,” when you tell him once more that you need him to run to the store to get you pads.
Is clueless about periods.
The babe is also very embarrassed about the task, but will go ahead and do it anyway.
At the end of the day he will do anything for his S/O !!
Will warp to the store if you timidly ask, “Please?” in that cute tone and puppy dog eyes.
He’s whipped on a regular occasion, but more so when you’re on your period.
“Can you get me the maxi ones, unscented with wings? The brand doesn’t matter.“
Is super confused
Wtfuck do wings have to do with this???
How the hell is he supposed to tell if they’re unscented?
In his flustered state he probably doesn’t even notice that it’s written on the front.
Ends up trying to smell different brands and types in the middle of the store, and the people around him would just look at him weirdly.
Tomorrow’s newspapers will say something along the lines of, “The crown prince has a pad smelling fetish?!"
Ignis will deal with the media right away.
Also, why are they so darn expensive? And tiny?
The poor baby doesn’t know that they’re folded.
As king he will fight against the absurdly expensive price of feminine hygiene products.
Prompto:
Will blush as well, but not as hard as Noctis.
He’s more shy than embarrassed.
He’s not the most knowledgeable about pads, but was pretty attentive during school and the Sex Ed unit, so he’s not completely clueless.
But then he pumps himself up to go to the store. Like hell yea, [Name] trusts me enough for me to let me do this for her.
Will almost literally skip to the store to get it once he has this revelation.
He sees it as a labor of love.
If you don’t give him the brand and type that you will usually use, he will literally spend hours trying to see what’s the best one for you, (if he wasn’t in such a time crunch), or be tempted to buy one of each.
No baby those things add up.
Will probably ask some random lady for help.
"Excuse me? Can you help me pick out a pad for my girlfriend? She needs some right now, but I’m not sure which one to get, and I really want to help her out. ” Cue adorkable smile.
Every female from teen to middle aged will have their heart melt then and there.
Prompto receives Feminine Hygiene Products 101 in the middle of the store from multiple women.
Unflattering pictures of you that he saved on his phone will probably end up being passed around.
“Yup! That’s the love of my life!"
Even though he is now a Pad Connoisseur™, Prompto will be biased towards pads with flowery, lacy designs, because he thinks they’re pretty and cute.
"Look, [Name]! I found these ones at the store and they have these flower-like designs on them! Aren’t they cute?"
"They’re going to be useless because I’m going to be bleeding all over them, but okay."
Will strut to the feminine hygiene aisle with no hesitation.
He’s already used to this from Iris.
As a matter of fact, you don’t even have to give him the name of the brand and type that you usually use, he has some recommendations of his own.
Will rip into the "overly masculine” teeny bopper cashier who tries to make fun of him for going out and getting pads.
“What’s so funny about getting pads, huh?"
With a simple cross of his arms, his muscles will practically tear the fabric of his sleeves.
"Does it look like I’m the one with the period? I don’t get where the misunderstanding here is, kid. This means that there is a woman out there that I love so much, I’m not embarrassed about going out and buying these pads.”
Will probably go on a passionate rant about how close, trusting, and intimate your relationship is. Women swoon, cheers and clapping will be heard.
That’s nice and all, sir, but you’re holding up the line at the cashier.
AND ANOTHER THING:
“This also means that I’m having hot sex with a beautiful lady every day!"
He will start carrying some of your pads for you just in case you forget.
Ignis:
He’d probably be keeping track of your period, and is always prepared for any situation, so the fact of the matter is that he would already have some pads handy at home or in his bag.
But if your relationship is still fairly new, and the two of you haven’t breached that subject yet, he will listen carefully to your instructions, and will do some research of his own on the way to the store.
For Ignis it is fairly simple. His trained eyes can hone in on the particular pads that you want, and he will get in and get out just like that.
Along the way he will also pick up some mild painkillers, a heat pad, a bunch of water bottles, snacks, and groceries to prepare your favorite foods with vitamin rich ingredients to help you along your period journey.
However, as efficient as this mom friend is, he won’t be discreet when he delivers you your items.
The menstrual cycle is natural, and he just doesn’t see how the subject is taboo to some.
He didn’t go to a regular school, so he wasn’t surrounded by boys his age who were squeamish about the subject. Nor did the subject ever come up on any other occasion other than when he was learning about it.
He would probably end up giving you your large bag of stuff in the middle of the room for everyone to see. He announces that he not only got you pads, but also painkillers, and heated your heat pad, got you a thermos of hot water along the way, and reminded you to drink your water to relieve cramps.
At the end of the day everyone knew that you were on your period.
But you were thankful for what he did. You just made a note to yourself to ask him to deliver your stuff discreetly next time.
Like Gladio, he would end up carrying some pads with him at all times for you.
Extra:
In the wonderful fictional kingdom of Lucis, there is no luxury tax on your pads or tampons because even an old man like Regis would know that having your period is not a luxury.
Cindy got two new ‘helping hands’ at the garage They’re just not helping all that much because they’re too busy with each other to actually do anything useful…
Them thigh boots… Them happy trails… THEM FRECKLES.
I’m posting from mobile which is weird af from my current phone (i recently got a new phone) so… formatting is different. (Edit: Fixed it up on my computer.)
Loved this request once I finally got it done. I pondered on it for a while… After writing it I realized that the verb tense is everywhere at once and the other bros are mysteriously completely missing? I wonder where they went??
He didn’t even realize what he’d done until after he did it. Everything slowed to a stop, his mind replaying the events of just seconds ago.
He smacked your butt. One full on, hearty, open-palmed smack directly dead-center on your right buttcheek.
Prompto wanted to die.
Time sped up again and he watched you jump in surprise, your hands flying to your butt defensively. A small squeak left your mouth and, despite the circumstances, Prompto found himself thinking about how cute that was, and how cute you looked all flustered like that – no, Prompto, no. The aforementioned squeak was, however, eclipsed by his own shrieked out expeltive and prompt apology.
He couldn’t look you in the eye as he spoke. Yeah, he does that to Noctis all the time, but that didn’t mean that you were okay with it, too! That was so inappropriate of him, he swears he’ll never do it again. He just wasn’t even thinking, and no, he doesn’t know why the ass-slap greeting is his go-to hello, it just is – yes, it’s weird, he knows, and really, he truly is sorry, he just – gods, he’s sorry –
A hand on his shoulder breaks him out of his dazed rambling. He straightens up (as he’d dropped into a bow at the waist to beg for forgiveness) and looks directly into your eyes, only to immediately look away again. His cheeks burn and he knows he must be some ridiculous shade of red. He apologizes one last time, worrying his lip between his teeth.
He’s caught off guard when you start laughing (perhaps a bit hysterically), and then his face is red for entirely different reasons. You call him by that nickname that you always use – that one that sounds like heaven, that one that makes him feel like he’s on top of the world – and tell him that it’s all right, that he just surprised you.
Relief floods him and his shoulders sag a bit as he allows himself to laugh alongside you. It’s okay. You don’t want him dead for smacking you directly on the ass. Everything was fine.
And wow, that smile on your face. He could kiss you right now (he could kiss you anytime, really) but that would be crossing a line he wasn’t sure was okay to cross. So, he remained a safe distance away, simply laughing with you and wishing.
Needless to say, startled is a huge understatement of Prompto’s reaction when you smacked his butt in return exactly two days later. His wide-eyed stare was met with your wink and a mischievous little giggle, and he almost passed out on the spot, barely able to keep the swoon under wraps.
Prompto could only watch as you skipped away. Even when he finally got his brain into a gear where he could move again, he couldn’t keep that dumb grin off of his face.
I’m endeared to Prompto’s freckles. I want to count them and draw constellations between them and kiss them all and just… he’s so cute. Have a dose of fluff.
69: Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck
The chocobo farm was always the best place to take Prompto when he was feeling down. Just the sight of the giant yellow birds was usually enough to perk him right back up, and then he was back to being the goofball that he was.
Today was different.
Even being at the chocobo ranch – even holding a baby chocobo – only lifted his mood slightly, if at all.
You watched him from off to the side, frowning as he robotically pet the bird in his lap. This wasn’t like him. This wasn’t like him at all.
You strode over to him in quick movements and plopped down on the ground next to him. He startled at your sudden appearance, but otherwise didn’t move. You stared him down for a minute before taking the hand that wasn’t on the chocobo into yours, running your thumb over his knuckles. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Prompto looked at you, his expression blank, and then looked away. “No.”
You breathed out a sigh, but nodded anyways. “Whenever you’re ready, then.”
He gave a little noncommittal hum, bowing his head. Your heart ached. He just looked so… desolate.
You leaned closer to him, pulling your hand from his and putting it on his cheek instead. “Prom, baby, look at me.” He turned his head towards you, gaze meeting yours expectantly. You smiled at him. “I love you. And I want you to smile.”
And he did, but that smile was weak at best. Determined to at least bring back some of his happy mood, you quickly leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. And another. And another.
“Wh-what are you doing?” There was an amused lilt to his voice, and that was exactly what you were aiming for.
You let out a giggle yourself. “I’m going to kiss all your freckles. Every single one.”
Prompto let out an embarrassed squawk as you made good on your promise. You could feel the heat of his blush underneath your lips as you kissed all over his cheeks, then down to his chin. Your kissed trailed to his neck and finally, he laughed.
“That tickles, (Y/N)!” He pushed lightly on your shoulders and you moved away from him, allowing him space to collect himself.
You stared at him, a fond smile spreading across your face. He was flushed and he looked a bit frazzled and he was a little breathless, but the large grin on his face was just as radiant as ever.
You leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. “There’s the smile I was looking for.”
Prompto’s face must have gotten redder, somehow. He pouted, but returned your kiss nonetheless. “Thank you.”
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