#ffxv gladio

Ending.

Happy 5th anniversary.

A little story about how Gladio got his scar for the @ffxvreversebang2021 . Some blood, some violence and some Gladnoct. Art by me, fic written by the amazing NightflowerPanda that you can read here

The CHOCOBROS are back baby!!!

God I love them to death. Their cute little interactions in the game are worth playing it a hundred times over… And I have.

I had a blast drawing them in this style. And I can’t wait to make some more! I’ll be posting them individually too just for the heck of it.

This one is another one of my story, but it also serves quite nicely for today’s anniversary of Episode Ignis. The artwork once again is an old one, hence the step back in quality to some of my recent works. I still like how Somnus came out and I still can’t recreate the effect I used to this day.

Posing and rendering in Blender Cycles, edits in Photoshop.
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Author’s Note:(shows up six months late with Starbucks, completely disheveled and underfed) Aren’t you Gladio the new Stroke’s here? It’s time to get wetwith the king’s Shield, dudes! This took me forever lmao. Why u gotta be this way Gladio, hm? Even Iggy was easier to write than you. I hope you’re all still interested in this series hah. My slow-writing ass is making an attempt to be better. Shout-out to the absolute angel of an anon who pointed me in the right direction, I owe you one bby. ❤

Contains: semi-public masturbation, light bondage

Number 5: An Accidental Boner™

Hand-to-hand combat had always been something of an intimate affair for Gladio. Sweat, blood and tears were shed among participants, building a bond that withstood both time and trial. The Shield found that he could always see a person’s true colours after having matched strength with them; there was just something very telling about the way one fought. It showed who had honour, bravado and loyalty to their companions.

Lasting friendships were formed amidst the heat of battle and it was Gladio’s way to express camaraderie –which was why he’d invited you to spar in the first place. To get to know you a little better. And boy –did that backfire.

Fighting you one-on-one was unlike anything Gladio had ever experienced before. It was obvious from the many battles you’d had together that you were a formidable fighter, but this was the first time your attention was directed at him, and him alone. You moved with unparalleled grace, hitting his blind spots with precise strikes –all the while remaining this graceful, untouchable figure. Gladio was big, and you used this to your advantage –going for speed and manoeuvrability rather than strength to combat his techniques.

Smart, but not smart enough. Gladio knew that at some point you would start to get tired, and that’s when he should strike. You danced around him in circles, only striking when you knew for sure that the hit would land. But Gladio was patient. Eventually, you slipped up.

You went down with a yelp, flailing in an attempt to grab onto something for support. Gladio threw his weight into you and locked an arm around your neck, leaving you caged in against the floor –chest to chest, nose to nose. You squirmed a bit, causing a near unnoticeable shiver to roll over him.

You’d fought before, he’d held you down before –been this close before. Why now did this happen? There was just something about the way you smiled, even as you were steadily losing the fight, that stirred something in his gut. You had no right looking this cute beneath him –no right to gasp so sweetly as he pinned you down on the training mat. Anyone could see that you were a cute little thing, Gladio wasn’t blind, but whatever urges he had were under control. At least, they were supposed to be. Gladio considered just letting go and ending the session, but his pride wouldn’t allow it –even as a growing problem presented itself inside his trousers.

He had to win.

Unfortunately, you were intent on coming out on top just as much as he was. You squirmed, trying to wrestle yourself free from his hold –brushing your leg up against his thigh by accident. Gladio let out a strained groan at the welcome friction –which you mistook for a cry of effort to keep you in place. Lucky for you, your indirect intimate touch was enough of a distraction to create an opening; his hand slipped from your throat. You forced your knees up between your bodies and kicked him off, rolling back to safety.

When the proverbial dust had settled, Gladio tapped out and rose to his feet, half-turning away so you wouldn’t notice the defined outline of his erection ghosting behind the loose fabric of his training sweats. He needed to take care of that –quickly.

“You got lucky this time, kid.”

“You think?” You wheezed comically, exaggerating your breathing as you bend over to lean on your knees. “You had me on the ropes!”

Gladio smirked. Oh, you were precious. If this was any other day, he would have loved to stay for some post-session banter –but this was an emergency. Before you could recover your breath and approach him for your usual ‘good fight’ handshake, Gladio hurried to his duffel bag and picked it up, using it to strategically shield your eyes from his crotch. He needed to excuse himself and take care of business lest you became any wiser as to why he was so keen on keeping so much distance between you.

“Next time I won’t go easy on you any more.” He took your hand and shook it, fighting the urge to stroke his thumb across the back of your palm. “I’m gonna hit the showers. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure thing, Gladio.” With a wink and a smile, you exited the gym. The fine shape of your retreating form did nothing to douse the fire in Gladio’s groin, however: his eyes lingered on your back-side, greedily drinking in the sight and committing it to memory.

You were a nice-looking treat, for sure.

As soon as the door shut behind you, he was on the move. Trying his very best not slam any doors in his hurry, Gladio made a bee-line for the changing rooms. The last thing he wanted was to attract too much attention and have Crownsguard cadets storming in to check what all the ruckus was about. Luckily for him, the locker room looked to be abandoned. He checked the hall for stragglers one last time and turned on the tap. Making sure to lock the stall, Gladio slipped out of his sweats and into the shower.

Alone at last.

As the hot water began to cascade down his muscled back, Gladio felt the tension in his shoulders ease somewhat. Normally a shower after sparring was enough for him to relax and clear his head, but this time, whenever he closed his eyes, all Gladio could see was your face; out of breath and flushed that adorable shade of pink. Okay, so maybe this was a bit more intense than your usual crush. Who’s to say you felt the same way, though? A braver man would have just acted instead of running away to hide in the showers, Gladio scolded himself.

The more he thought about it though, the more Gladio came to realize why you had such an effect on him. For that very brief moment where he had you pinned beneath him, Gladio was in total control. You couldn’t move unless he willed it so –and there was something incredibly arousing about that. If he hadn’t been so distracted, maybe he could have made his move then and things would have ended differently –maybe you would be sharing this shower instead.

“You had me on the ropes!”

When you said that, an image flashed into Gladio’s mind that he hadn’t been able to shake since. Oh, how he’d love to tie you up; bright red ropes running over your flushed skin, knotted on your back to keep your hands tightly bound together. The mere thought sent a ripple of arousal down his spine. Gladio groaned, allowing himself to indulge in this fantasy. His hand reached down, gliding over his abdomen with feather-light finesse to finally land around the base of his cock, grabbing it in a firm grip. He was rock hard, almost painfully so, and you’d barely even touched him. Your soft, gentle gasps echoed in his mind, fuelling the rhythmic pumping of his wrist. What he wouldn’t give to pull your strings, making you writhe and squirm with pleasure –slowly, deliberately winding you up only to pull away at the last second to prolong your release. You’d look nice with some rope burn, struggling against your bonds to try and touch him.

With a needy groan rumbling in the depths of his chest, Gladio’s fist collided with the tiled shower wall –causing a deep crack to fan out beneath it. He wanted you so badly. Gladio wanted you to beg, teasing your sensitive skin with light touches and kisses. He’d then bury his fingers inside of you and edge you along until you were right on the brink of orgasm.

His cock twitched at the image of your face, contorted with pleasure and annoyance as he denied your release once again. Gladio picked up the pace, feeling a dull heat building in his groin. Your name tumbled from his lips like a desperate mantra, each syllable whispered lovingly into the tiles as his forehead came to rest against the cold shower wall.

Gladio’s fist tightened around his cock as he threw his head back, releasing an outrageously loud moan that completely drowned out the sounds of the water hitting the stall. Had anyone been around they would have no doubt heard it echo all the way down to the gym, but at this point he didn’t care. Gladio propped himself up against the wall with one arm and leaned his hips into his fist, frantically bucking against his palm. He closed his eyes and immediately your face popped into his mind. His cock –hot, heavy and pulsing in his hand– bobbed to the fast-paced rhythm he’d set for himself. Gladio flicked his wrist upwards in one fell swoop, gathering the beads of pre-cum on the tip and dragging them down his length and right back up. His thumb traced over his cock-head –teasing the rim just the way he liked it. Meanwhile, his other hand came down to pay special attention to his sack, kneading the sensitive skin with practised precision.

He knew it was a poor substitute for the real deal, but for now, his imagination was all he needed. In fact, Gladio was so lost in the fantasy of watching you ride his cock after hours of lustful teasing and sexual torment –unhinged and passionate– that he didn’t even feel his climax approach. It caught him by surprise. He shivered as a searing hot wave of ecstasy crashed over him, eyes snapping open just in time to see the mess he’d made get washed away by the steady stream of water cascading down his chest. Cum leaked from his cock as he continued to pump the base, absent-mindedly watching it swirl down the drain. It’s a shame it all went to waste like that –Gladio would have loved to paint your flushed, rope-burned skin with his seed, smearing it out with the tip as he watched you catch your breath, coming down from the well-deserved fucking he’d given you.

Gladio stumbled out of the shower, still a bit shaken from the experience, and dried himself off. Was there any reason not to persue you? Not that he could think of. One thing Gladio did know: 

This time tomorrow, you were going to be his.

A/N: I hope you Gladihoes enjoyed that! :D Next up is the boy prince himself, Noctis! Previous - Next

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