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Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

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Ignis is holding together pretty good but he seems terrified D:

<3 this is so, so good. I love how Prompto is at ease and the one with answers while still letting Ignis be more dominant.

Hope this works for you, OP! https://archiveofourown.org/works/16601072

Thank you! If Ignis is anything it is very aware of his (apparent) weak points, but hey, now he's got Prompto to help him learn to chill out. :)

Thank you! Ignis might be a little out of his depth, but he's a determined guy, and now he has Prompto to help him pull through.

Prompto turned in his seat, pulling one leg onto the sofa so he could lean in more comfortably. He pressed a palm to Ignis' cheek as he kissed him again. The lulls became a space Ignis didn't know how to fill. Prompto's shin was pressed against the length of his thigh, but Ignis' fist stayed clenched on his own knee, unable to breach the same gap Prompto had. Prompto's hand slid to his neck, calluses scraping over Ignis' jaw.

Ignis was tugged by a gentle hand at his nape as Prompto slouched back against the arm of the sofa and drew his leg up to give Ignis room to kneel between them.

"Have at it, dude. You won't hurt me by accident and I'll stop you if I need to."

Prompto's artless honesty left him little room for fear in the heat of their bodies and the skid of denim. He guided Ignis down, hands drifting to his shoulders as Ignis planted his hands on either side of his stomach. Pressed so close the dimness was no obstacle: Prompto's easy smile nearly glowed.

"You're not going to squish me, either."

"I'll have to take your word on that."

"Hey, I'm tougher than I look!"

Ignis lowered himself to kiss the crooked smile. "Not exactly a difficult prospect."

Prompto didn't falter. "Oh, I see how it is. Y'know—mm—some people are into that kind of thing."

"Some people are attracted to women, too. I don't intend to take it as personal instruction."

Prompto threw his head back laughing. Ignis couldn't rely on Prompto's encouragement forever: he took the chance to kiss over his Adam's apple while his throat was exposed. The skin was rougher, saltier, and Prompto's laughter dipped into something lower and needier as he arched even farther.

Ignis breathed against his neck. There was something in the scent, fresh sweat and a subtle woodsy hint of some product he couldn't name, nothing like his memories of a cocksure teenage boy who'd bathed so heavily in cologne that no quality could have overridden the quantity. The stubble that scraped his cheek was invisible at a distance, previously notable only when Gladio teased Prompto for lacking it. If Ignis had had an opportunity like this in his younger days he would have easily laid to rest every moment of doubting whether he was attracted to men or merely surrounded by them and drawn to the familiar. So long denying himself and in the thick of things it shocked him how easy it was to give in to the familiar heat of arousal instead of trying to manage it.

"Since you're down there," Prompto said. "If you care, biting's good, but not real pinchy."

"You'll have to explain that."

"Here, I can—" Prompto wriggled to hold Ignis' arm in his hands, dragging Ignis away from his exploration to bring the tender underside of Ignis' wrist to his mouth.

"See, you can do it light," Prompto said, and he drew his teeth across Ignis' skin above the hem of his glove, only a gentle tug. "Or pinchy." He nipped just a small line of skin between his incisors, a sharp sting even though he wasn't using much force. "And then you can do," and then Prompto took in a full mouth of Ignis' flesh. His expression was amused over Ignis' arm while he dug in. To call it biting seemed only technically correct. That brought to mind a sudden attack, something savage, not Prompto's teeth working Ignis' arm in an ache that ground deep into the muscle.

Ignis had hurt worse, certainly, even at his own hands, but Prompto released him and it was like a flood of pleasure flowed in to take the place of the fading ache, a dizzying rush now that his attention wasn't occupied. He sagged into the hand he was leaning on and turned his wrist up to look at the pink dents Prompto had left. He had to swallow so his mouth wasn't too dry to speak.

"And the last is preferable?" It certainly had been for him, though he could see the use of the other varieties.

"Mostly."

"How hard is acceptable?" Ignis bent to lightly scrape Prompto's neck, kisses with only a hint of teeth.

"I'll, uh, I'll let you know?"

Ignis tugged a bit. Prompto's breath rasped in his ear.

His shirt pulled tight across his back from Prompto's fists clenching in it, but there was no fear in him as Ignis sank his teeth into Prompto's shoulder. Imagining Prompto at someone else's hands had been a terrible approximation. The sounds were mere shadows of feeling his low groan vibrate against Ignis' chest. The immediate feedback was electric. He kneaded the taut cords of muscle with his teeth and Prompto's moans wound higher like an engine revving. Primal heat surrounded him, trembled under him, and then finally the frantic tapping of Prompto's fingers against his side.

Ignis carefully unclenched his jaw. When he lifted his head Prompto was panting. He drew his gloved fingers over the stark, red-ringed outline he'd left.

"You must bruise like a peach," Ignis said, caught somewhere between awe and guilt. It was shortsighted for him not to consider it before.

Prompto wriggled his shirt overhead to fling it back over the arm of the sofa. "There. Anyone who's looking under here gets what they see."

All attempts at working to keep him from the grasp of unworthy partners were forgotten. Ignis' only thoughts for having him were selfish. He ran a hand up Prompto's bare ribs. Two together would've spanned the whole of his rib cage. "I assume the same principles apply to hands?"

"Little more to it than that, but it works for now."

"Anything else I ought to know?"

Prompto's chuckle was still a little breathless. "You probably know more about how it's safe to hurt someone than I do."

"The question applies to more than hurting," Ignis said, a fingertip brushing lightly over Prompto's nipple.

"Whatever—ah!—whatever you want to try's good with me. Don't stick your finger up my nose or spit on me or something without asking and you're all good. Just do something."

"Is this not?" Ignis was the picture of innocence while his thumb swept back and forth.

"Not enough," Prompto complained, threaded with desperation so enticing Ignis could never call it a whine.

Ignis squeezed. "Better?"

Prompto bit his lip as they both watched his nipple harden under Ignis' touch. "Getting warmer."

"Ah. Is it warmth you want?" Ignis bent, and took a moment simply to know the feel of new skin against his lips, under his tongue as he kissed at the dip between Prompto's pecs.

He acquainted himself with Prompto's other nipple in patient cat licks, savoring the feel of it crinkling into hardness under his tongue. Ignis was fascinated to think of the blood rushing through Prompto to show off his pleasure, that his body responded so easily to Ignis' touch. When Prompto was rocking under him, making small breathy pleas of come on, Iggy, and pounding in frustration at the sofa, Ignis sank his teeth in there too.

Prompto's moan was high, sharp.

"Too much?"

"Just a lot," Prompto said with a shake of his head.

It was too hard to see Prompto's face and bite at the same. Ignis stretched up to kiss him, squeezed a handful just above Prompto's hip bone. "And this?"

Prompto's eyelashes fluttered and his mouth worked, plush and pink, wordless until he finally gave up on the notion altogether and only laughed. Ignis twisted until the laughter stopped, choked off.

Then he did it again.

They kissed wetly as Ignis worked his hand in the soft flesh of Prompto's side over and over. Like the penetrating bite Prompto preferred Ignis sank his fingers deep: Prompto's skin was only a barrier to impacting the muscle below.

Prompto panted, laughed, moaned into Ignis' open mouth. Heat pooled between them, the friction of moving against each other and the drag of fabric, Ignis rutting against him when it wasn't enough. Prompto rolled up to meet him, hands digging into Ignis' hips. The heat wasn't Ignis alone, and pressed against him was—heavens—Ignis slid his hand down between them, brushed over the bulge and Prompto's breath came in a hiss. It was obvious even through denim, through leather gloves, that Prompto was hard in his jeans because of Ignis hurting him.

Prompto scrambled for his fly, shoving them down as the far as they'd go around his thighs.

"Should we—" Ignis looked toward his bed.

"I'm good here if you are."

"Be a bit messy, won't it?" Ignis said.

"Come all over me, it's okay."

"You might warn me if you're going to say something like that."

"You want me to warn you for dirty talk?" Prompto laughed. "Hey, Iggy, heads up. If your hand's on my dick stuff could get sexy at any time."

"Ugh, just a moment," Ignis said, striding off to the nightstand to fetch the one thing he did have, tugging the strap of one glove with his teeth on his way. They'd kissed for so long evening had folded up around them so he had to turn on the bedside lamp to see in the drawer. He tucked the bottle he found under his arm so he could remove his other glove, and crawled back into the inviting space between Prompto's thighs. Heaven help Ignis' sofa but there was nothing for it. A steam cleaner, maybe.

Gilded in lamplight Prompto's pink flushed cheeks and acres of skin were an invitation of their own.

Oh my god this is perfect.

Holidays and flu season and food poisoning, oh my. I'd been hoping to keep up with an update a week but that's probably going to stay a little dicey until at least the new year.
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"Nice stuff. So do you only use it for this or for, uh, other stuff too?"

Ignis paused. Their arrangement would likely cause many words to cross his lips for the first time, and if he couldn't say them he shouldn't have been laying on a shirtless man holding a bottle of lube. "If you're trying to ask if I've ever fingered myself, the answer is yes." It was more than worth Prompto's expression.

"If you want more than fingers sometime we can definitely do that. I'm really good at it." Prompto said it as matter of factly as he had everything else, and so Ignis was tempted to believe him. Without a gun or a camera in his hand Prompto was inclined to err on the side of too little confidence more than too much.

"And yourself?"

Prompto went wide-eyed. "We can try it!"

"Have you ever?" Ignis said, suspicious.

"Oh, yeah. Been a while, that's all."

It was like hearing a tinny recording of Prompto's usual enthusiasm. He wouldn't flat-out lie; it was something else hitting a sour note in his voice. His chest moved slow and even under Ignis, like prey who'd just come face to face with a threat and thought it safer not to make any sudden moves. He'd been less scared with teeth around his carotid.

"You don't actually like it, do you?"

"It's not a big deal. I know it usually comes with the territory, so if you want to we definitely can."

"That won't be necessary," Ignis said as he leaned in.

"Mm. You're sure? It wasn't like I hated it. I'm sure it would be better with you anyway."

"You're already accommodating me beyond all reason," Ignis said against Prompto's jaw. "I won't repay you by taking advantage of your generosity."

"Oh good," Prompto breathed as he rebounded. "I'm not really a 'rail me on the first date' kind of guy and I've been too busy with training and work for a while for anything else, so it's just—really been a while. And sort of, been there, done that, more trouble than it's worth. This, uh, this back door is locked from the inside these days. Exit only."

With the power of knowledge back where it belonged it was as though Ignis' feet were on solid ground after he'd had them swept from under him. It was easy to occupy himself with Prompto's throat while he let Prompto dispel his nerves; he was feeling very magnanimous.

"You've obviously stopped doing other things," Ignis murmured against his Adam's apple. "Do you ever stop talking?"

"When I'm bottoming? Ha. Only when someone makes me. You can do that if you want, too, sometime. Make me."

"I'll keep it in mind," Ignis said, and slid his hand over the front of Prompto's underwear again. "I thought I might make you do something else at the moment."

"You too, right?" Prompto said, oddly fearful again, though not enough to dissuade him too much judging by the firm outline against Ignis' palm.

"Unless you know of some reason I shouldn't?"

"Just checking," Prompto said, placating, like Ignis was the one who'd hesitated. "Always good to be sure of these things."

Prompto was even hotter, harder with only the thin cotton of his boxer briefs between them. Ignis brushed his bare fingertips over the trail of hair between Prompto's navel and groin for the first time while he watched Prompto ruck up Ignis' shirt only to fumble with the hook and eye of his trousers. Their hands jumbled as Ignis went to help, both of them laughing at the pile-up and settling for managing their own.

Prompto went digging for the lube beside his hip where Ignis had left it. "Hey, hey, here," he said, and flipped the cap open with his teeth. "Hey, Iggy," he said, grinning up at Ignis through cornsilk lashes as he drizzled lube over Ignis' palm. He folded his hand over Ignis' to wrap it around—oh, heavens, around both of them together. "Just so you know, if our dicks are touching things could definitely get sexy."

Ignis forgave himself for allowing Prompto the last word.

With Prompto's encouragement he gave a slow twist to smear the slickness around and between them, shuddering at the feel of it. The heat of Prompto through his underwear was nothing compared to feeling it bare in his hand, sliding thick and hard against his own. It took a few fits and starts of friction before they smoothed into a rhythm of the two of them thrusting against Ignis' hand and each other, fucking.

Prompto shoved one hand down the back of Ignis' trousers to pull him in tighter, pressing the back of the other to his own mouth. Ignis knew it wouldn't take long, couldn't imagine how it could have after so much wanting, but it was Prompto who came first, spurting across Ignis' palm and over his own chest.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Prompto panted, even as he jerked, spent, in Ignis' hand. His sounds went muffled, as though he was biting his own hand to stifle them.

Ignis tightened his grip and pumped his hips into the slick clench of his hand and Prompto against him. Prompto tossed his head, abandoned staying quiet to claw tight into the cushion beside him as his thighs clamped around Ignis' hips. The overstimulation must have been unbearable, but Ignis wouldn't have stopped himself even if he could have. Prompto's face was creased with something too complicated to be pure pleasure: the tremor of working to exhaustion, the ecstasy of a martyr. He writhed as though he never wanted to stop. Ignis never wanted to stop watching.

It couldn't last. Even then the tension was building inexorably from the perfect glide, Ignis in complete control, this brief, shining moment when he could be thoroughly, gloriously selfish.

Ignis watched Prompto suffer and came all over him.

In increments: Ignis pushed himself up on his shaking arm, sat back on his heels, shifted a leg under him. They were shaking too. He was still catching his breath when Prompto swallowed hard and patted his knee, unfairly clear-eyed.

"Like I said. You're a natural." Prompto groped blindly down against the sofa for his bag. Ignis heard the sound of a zipper. A pack of disposable wet wipes materialized in Prompto's hand. "Can't fix me, but I can fix this. All the boys and girls love a well-stocked toybag," he said as handed one over. Ignis took it out of engrained politeness. Prompto looked down at himself again. While Ignis had escaped unscathed, he was a mess of streaks and puddles up to his collarbones. "I'm. . .gonna take more than a wet wipe. Any chance you have something I can clean up with?"

In Ignis' opinion nothing needed fixing at all, but demanding Prompto stay would've been a betrayal of himself.

"Flannels in the closet," he admitted. He focused on quickly wiping down—at least his body was in no position to betray him as quickly as his thoughts had. He'd scarcely finished zipping his trousers before Prompto had whisked away the cloth in his hand.

Prompto kissed him on the cheek, tugged the pleats of his trousers smooth, and finished with a friendly little pat over the placket as he slipped off the sofa.

Listening to his socked feet pat down the hall, Ignis sagged with the lassitude of what was, if he were honest, the best orgasm he'd had in months. Longer. His fitful experimentation had petered out years before. Since then he'd retracted his focus to his work, his service. Fulfilling his needs in the most perfunctory way possible.

All of it, unraveled.

Ignis didn't look up from scrutinizing the very faint teethmarks in his wrist when Prompto returned.

Instead of sitting beside him Prompto folded cross-legged to the floor in his line of sight. "You okay, dude?"

Though he'd hiked them up as he strolled away Prompto had left his jeans unfastened. The soft swell beneath his navel taunted Ignis with the scattering of fine, light hairs—clean and dry, no evidence.

"I'm perfectly fine, Prompto."

"I don't want to leave you hanging, but I also don't want to, like, step on your me-time, so just let me know if you want me to leave."

"No," Ignis said, surprised at his own vehemence. "No, that's not necessary in the slightest."

Prompto had drawn his knees up, hands clasped loosely around them, and was toying with his wristband. "So it was okay?"

"It was—" Ignis found himself reduced to brutal honesty, robbed of his usual restraint by the arc of his own teeth in Prompto's pale shoulder, the reddened starbursts of pinchmarks down his side, "—a revelation."

"Well, whatever you want to try, I'm there," Prompto said. "Mostly."

Ignis looked at him archly.

"Don't worry about it. Nothing you're probably going to get into without some fancy gear, and like I said, if it's real new or weird, just ask first. And no needles." Prompto was rubbing the inside of his wrists along his knees nervously. "But there's still lots to do. Lots to try."

"Quite," Ignis said, and impulsively pulled Prompto in to kiss him. Prompto made a sweet noise of surprise as he rolled up to his knees, planting his hands on Ignis' thighs.

"There's lots of time too," Prompto said as he pulled away. "No reason to rush into stuff. Not saying you need to stop. Just—there's only one first time for everything, right? You've got to remember the moments when you have them, not just race to the next one." For a moment Ignis could see the glimmer of him on the other side of things as well, walking some doe-eyed naif through their own myriad of first times, as he had with Ignis' wrist in his mouth.

"Let's stick to territory we've covered previously then, shall we?" Ignis said, then caught Prompto by the ribs to push him to the floor and follow him down.

There was wisdom in what Prompto said. Every act should be explored and catalogued as thoroughly as possible, not hamfistedly rushed through. He'd demonstrated an array of sensations with his teeth in only a few moments. With the urgency leached out of them even kissing became an end in itself, immeasurable refinements and gradations.

Ignis wouldn't leap into preparing a six-course meal when he'd barely handled a knife, and just as in cooking or driving or any other discipline a solid grounding in basic techniques would provide the necessary foundation for real mastery of the skill.

He always had been a determined pupil.

By the time Ignis walked Prompto out to the waiting car that night—as late as he'd kept him paying for a taxi was the least he could do—he'd easily agreed to Prompto's proposal of a second meeting. As long as Prompto was satisfied enough to continue his reasoning held. He was particularly pleased that Prompto had suggested the following Friday evening; another weekend with Ignis was another weekend he wouldn't be at The Silver Circle.

Yay! I’m so thrilled to see this again! I love the way you wrote Prompto’s own insecurities, both because it’s nice to have both their insecurities in play and because I totally want more BDSM where the dom gets penetrated. And I love overstimulation and that was great.

And man, Prompto is a lucky, lucky man to be exploring kink with Ignis.

Where Prompto is in a relationship with Ignis that begins before the roadtrip but all his canon interactions with/about Cindy are the intact.

Why Prompto acts that way is up to the writer/their interpretation. A crush, platonic idol worship, etc. Similarly how Ignis responds is up to the writer but I'd like some angst and ruffled feathers.

DNW: permanent break-up, cheating (accidental emotional cheating on Prompto's part is fine)

Prompto has a kidnap kink, so Noctis has Gladio chloroform him, tie and gag him in the car trunk, and take him somewhere for a non-con roleplay. Kinks are somnophilia, heavy bondage, gags, chastity.

i have a rec, if you don't mind!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/17148143

Timeline shenanigans, hallucination, Astral shenanigans, technology mishap, don't care. I just need bratty, sullen teenage Noct getting utterly destroyed by a highly experienced gladio with crazy stamina for days.

+ bottom Noct (obviously); prefer he not be a complete virgin
+ dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, crying, size kink, rimming, rough handling
+ Noct is preferably 16-18, but can be up to 20 (before the road trip)
+ he's the one who initiates things, but Gladio sure as hell isnt complaining
+ Gladio is pretty mean to/rough with him, but he does love and respect Noct
+ Noct has definitely bitten off more than he can chew but he's not backing down

Established OT4, observer POV: Ignis getting sloppily fisted and made to gape in front of the others, who spare no amount of objectifying dirty talk about how easily he takes it, how this is the only thing he's really good at, "imagine if everyone at the Citadel could see you," etc.

Preference for Noct to be the one fisting Ignis but will honestly take anyone or all three. Some level of D/s is kinda implied but doesn't need to be stated outright; dub-con tone is fine as long as it's somehow clear that Ignis actually does want this (even if it was someone else's idea).

Bonuses:
+ Ignis starts crying/begging
+ the bros talking about Ignis like he's not even there
+ Prompto takes pictures (or says he'd like to) and "threatens" to sell/distribute them
+ Ignis pisses himself at one point
+ someone/everyone fucks Ignis afterwards
+ aftercare

Don't want: scat or detailed descriptions of prolapse

Noct has a rape fantasy... only it's about Ignis getting raped and not him. He secretly spends bucket loads of money on hiring a man to break into Iggy's room and rape him while Noct watches on surveillance cameras he installed unknown to Ignis.

+ The more Ignis screams and begs the more it turns Noct on
++ Iggy tells the rapist that Noct will punish him for raping Ignis
+++ The rapist threatens to hurt Noct unless Iggy complies
++++ Ignis cums while being raped and the rapist makes him eat his own cum
+++++ The rapist also chokes Iggy, gives him a facial or does ass to mouth
++++++ Iggy comes to Noct afterward looking for comfort

Anything in particular you want to see?

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OT4, Ignis fisted/gaped in front of the others

Dark!Noct hires a man to rape Ignis

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