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Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

Here is the Prompt Post for Final Fantasy 15! As the most recent individual instalment, FFXV has a dedicated post in anticipation of higher activity. This round will close when we reach 5000 comments.

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Someone fucking Prompto while they wear the chocobo mascot suit (which is apparently named Chocobro lol) and Prompto is 6000% into it and has the best sex of his life

+ Dirty talk about Prompto having and laying a chocobo egg

++ It's a casual hookup and Prompto never finds out who it was because they left before he could get their number and he's all wistful because this just might be the one who got away

Noctis and Prompto start dating and Ignis is so jealous he starts plotting on how to get rid of Prompto - even getting him killed 'on accident'. Ignis is not evil but only in this circumstance does he have such dark thoughts. If he succeeds is up to you.

Noctis takes revenge for Iggy making him eat his veggies and anally fucks Ignis with a veggie like a carrot or cucumber. He and Ignis aren't in a relationship either. No noncon plz but I am ok with dubcob.

Any giving Ignis an enema. NO detailed scat please.

++ dubcon/noncon
++ Iggy has never had one before and it makes him cry

While Gladio or Prompto are in werewolf/weredemon form and Noct is human.

+knotting/unusual penis
+overstimulation
+gaping

Hurts so good, those last lines killed me. Am dead now. Fuck.

One of the bro finds out Prompto's into BDSM and somehow lets on that they are too although they've never acted on the urge. Prompto offers to show them the ropes.

(Prompto can be a switch and not a sub, but I'd like to his offer be to sub for the inexperienced bro.)

Mirrorverse!Noct, who uses his retainers as sex toys and literal slaves, somehow misplaces his Ignis and goes to canon!universe to kidnap its Ignis and take him back so he could take alt!Ignis place.

Alt!Noct and Gladio ambush Ignis in Noct's appartment, overpower and rape him, and then steal him to their own universe to "train" (read: torture, rape and brainwash) him into proper obedience.

+alt!Gladio fucking Ignis and forcing him to suck alt!Noct off.
++real Noct, Gladio and Prompto finding alt!Ignis and trying to rehabilitate him, while frantically trying to rescue their own Ignis.
+++real!Ignis being horrified but unwittingly turned on by being made to serve alt!Noct.

So FFXV takes place in a world that has at lease some tech similart to ours, so it's possible that anon kink_memes are a thing. Including RPF kink_memes involving their hot political figures. What kind of prompts and ships are most popular? How fierce are the ship wars?

Because it killed me when Luna cried to Gentiana how much she wants to listen to Noctis's voice again. The last time she heard Noctis he was 8 years old child, so the whole scene gave me a very, very unsettling vibe.

Let Gentiana (or Ravus? whoever you want, really) make Luna realize she idolizes a pictures of a child she met once. It could be cute when she was 12, but now she's over 20.

++++ bonus points for someone pointing out to Noct "you know she's not the same 12yo girl you once knew, right?"

any suggestions for names would be most appreciated
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When Ignis stirs the covers have been dragged from his edge of the bed, and he rolls over already half exposed and chilled in the morning air. He manages to tuck back in under the available edge, shoving his frigid toes out of the cold and enjoying the warmth of Noct's body curling around his back.

Ignis' comfort is short-lived as the blankets are drawn away again by rustling on the far side of the bed.

It's a common annoyance these days. The king-sized sheets are meant to accommodate the bed and its king, not the king and his three closest retainers, particularly when one of them is the size of two and even the smallest of them manages to occupy enough bedding he might as well be. Ignis, unwilling to suffer the stifling consequences of sleeping in the middle and of both normal size and blanket-sharing disposition, is ever the odd man out.

He wouldn't give it up for the world.

A firm tug at the blankets grants him nothing but resistance and Gladio's eye half-open. The blankets are a mountain on top of him, spikes of blond hair peeking above the duvet's edge along his chest. Wherever Prompto had started his night he has ended it laying full bodily on top of Gladio.

"I don't suppose you're getting up?" Ignis says.

From under the blankets comes a muffled, "No."

"Is that so?"

Gladio shrugs; the mountain ripples. "Pinned down, see? No way I can move." As if he couldn't rise as he is and go for a jog still carrying Prompto. Left to their own devices they're both reasonably early risers. Together, however. . .

"You bring out the worst in each other in this, I hope you know that," Ignis says as he sits up and swings his feet to the floor.

For both general sanity and public appearances they all have their own rooms, if only by technicality in Prompto's case. The only space he seems to require to experience any sense of solitude is that behind his camera. Home is wherever he rests, and he rests wherever they are. He likely has more things spread between the other's apartments than he does in the ones that are nominally his own. Ignis, to his own detriment at the moment, is not so free with his belongings. The downside of spending the night in Noct's room unprepared: his clothes from last night are in a rather incriminating array across the rooms of the royal suite, and everything else is down the grand hall in his own apartments, an onerous distance and not one he can travel in his current state.

His consideration is interrupted by a ring of warmth curling around his hips and the glimpse of Noct's dark hair under his arm. They're all in the same boat then this morning: awake yet unwilling to give up their moment of peace and the warmth they'd kept under the covers—until Ignis was left with no covers at all, anyway.

"You're leaving?"

"As soon as I determine where my clothes are. I can hardly manage the breakfast you requested if I stay."

"Who needs 'em?"

"Grease splatters. I would prefer not to face the cooktop unprotected." He's half-expecting Noct to offer something of his own.

"You've got an apron," Noct says as he begins to kiss the tender skin of Ignis' side, a sensation that robs him of any resentment towards Gladio's resistance to rising. "A whole pile of them."

Ignis leans his elbows on his knees—how can be expected to stand against that? He's forced to swallow down the lump in his throat before he can speak. "Your Majesty's powers of observation are unparalleled." Noct truly is an observant and incisive opponent, unafraid to ferret out and use any possible weakness. "To what end, may I ask?"

"Do I need one?"

"Whatever you might need I would hope I could give it." It never fails to feel like a grave admission, no matter how many times and how many ways Ignis makes it. Noct makes a noise like a purring cat against his hip, then there is a sudden chill at his back, a rustle of the blankets.

"Okay, it's cold out there. Go make me breakfast, Specs."

Ignis rises, a touch gingerly courtesy of Prompto's concerted effort to put Noct's headboard through the stone wall last night. He's fully prepared to deliver a teasing earful regarding Noct no doubt seeking solace under the covers at the same time he orders Ignis into the cold. When he turns, though, Noct is grinning up at him, sleepy and beautiful. His head is all that's visible, hair shining blue-black across the stark white sheets. An army of retorts die happy deaths on Ignis' tongue.

"Shall I attend to anything else while you're giving orders?" The tone at least holds a proper amount of sarcasm even if his heart doesn't.

"Shower later," Noct says. "You smell good."

Ignis gives Noct a deferential tip of his head. If he doesn't answer because he doesn't trust his voice at least he can consider his reputation for being of few words well-tended.

Gladio's eye slits open again. "Sucker."

"The Shield of the King is 'pinned down,'" Ignis points out as he puts on his spectacles. "By Prompto."

"He's got a point," Noct says over the muffled protest from under the covers.

Helpfully with Gladio occupying Noct's attention Ignis can escape to the kitchenette off the main sitting room unwatched. On his way he recovers the singlet he wore under his dress shirt from the bookshelf, his trousers in a puddle in front of the sofa where they'd been stripped from him.

He holds them for a moment, and even weighs putting them on. He's sure Noct would not begrudge him.

Ignis will give his life and loyalty for his king, and all that and more for Noct, the bounds of which are lovingly tested by the whimsical edge Noct's requests often take in private.

Not that Noct has technically made a request.

He often doesn't need one of those either.

Ignis prides himself on anticipatory service.

With a pointless glance out the picture windows, he drapes the trousers and shirt over the arm of the sofa. There's no building as tall as the spire of the Citadel in what remains of the old city center, and those beyond it lie empty. For the moment he is alone.

Noct was exaggerating the state of his aprons; he has only three. He chooses the heavy black one in the hopes of some measure of protection, a decision he second-guesses when he drapes the thick fabric over his neck. Even without the treatment he'd received last night he would be sensitive. He is as a rule, and it is no small part of why he avoids such physical exposure, a vulnerability Noct is well aware of. He knows all the ins and outs of Ignis' foibles and weaknesses—as they all know each other's. Which is also why Ignis ties the apron around the front, all too aware of the probability of enterprising hands loosing a knot in back without him knowing.

He takes a moment to breathe carefully and slowly as drafts of air swirl around against skin that's seldom exposed, then sets about preparing the breakfast he planned. He turns the oven on straightaway. It's a welcome if finicky tool, the product of modifications to turn existing quarters into full apartments while the palace kitchens lie in a rubble heap.

To cook in bare feet is unusual, but not enough to be distracting despite the chill of the hard flagstone.

The apron is a. . .peculiar experience. The cold air rolling out of the bottom of the refrigerator against his legs when he opens it, the coarse twill's gentle abrasion everywhere the air does not touch, they are a level of stimulation he could not deal with on a daily basis, not so. . .loose, so uncontrolled. He is adrift, swaying and sensitive in the breeze, and must anchor himself in the meditative rock of his knife on the cutting board, cracking egg after egg.

Days ago, long before any mention of the apron, Noct had asked him to ensure their schedules were clear for a quiet night and morning, a brief respite from the turmoil that still rages in the world as the last vestiges of the Empire collapse and Eos rebuilds. Capricious clothing demands notwithstanding, the opportunity to cook a large indulgent, breakfast for the four of them is a welcome method of offering care when their preferred methods don't come quite so easily to him. Breakfast will be pancakes with berry compote for the sweet tooth Gladio won't admit he possesses, frittata because Noct finds it too difficult to pick out the vegetables to make it worthwhile, two flavors of sausage, both by Ignis' choice although one is hotter than he would prefer. Prompto has a broad palate, a taste for spice, and a reluctance to ask for anything for himself.

At least now that Ignis is up and moving about in a warming kitchen he's rather comfortable.

His comfort is short-lived at the sight of Gladio emerging in his jeans and tank top from last night, as if to taunt Ignis with his ability to do so.

oh this is lovely so far!

Ignis has giant tits but keeps them under super strength underwear in order to do her gymnastics.

If Ignoct, would prefer female Noct, Gladio or Prompto can be male or female.

Possibilities: the first time Prompto sees Ignis without a bra or with a non-sports bra

Noct dedicating time to appreciating those tits, to Ignis' exasperation

Dirtybadwrong option: (male or female) Ardyn creeping on Ignis, anything from leering to rape

"Is it wise to leave the two of them alone and expect they'll make it out of bed?" Ignis says, doling a batch of pancakes out onto the griddle.

"You think I'm some kind of amateur? I threw Noct in the shower."

Ignis watches Gladio round the counter to lean an elbow on Ignis' shoulder and eyes the dangling fingers warily. He's disappointed he's finished his knifework. Gladio isn't one to let an opportunity like this pass by, but the line between incurring Ignis' annoyance and his wrath is fine, and risking his cooking is a well-known way to cross it. If he can stay sufficiently occupied Gladio will have no opportunity left.

"So's the kitchen working out okay?" Gladio says.

"The oven's a bit temperamental regarding temperature. Beyond that no complaints."

"That's about how it's sounded for the other ones that got fitted too. There've been questions about a second round, but I don't know it's worth doing if we don't have people to fill 'em. There's a lot of work that could be getting done."

"Quite," Ignis agrees, and they fall into discussion over the headache-inducing list of repairs. Eventually Gladio turns to lean back against the counter beside the stovetop, and Ignis cooks round after round of pancakes while they discuss how to prioritize their limited resources, whether it would be better to restore more living quarters on an as-needed basis and focus rebuildings efforts elsewhere in the city, or plan now for a fully-occupied building in the future while the process is at its most efficient.

When the platter is piled high, he unthinkingly asks Gladio to take a step back so he can get into the oven. He takes the frittata out, and turns the oven off, replacing the pancakes in it to keep warm.

"You'd wondered how the oven was performing," Ignis says, waving towards the frittata with a mitted hand.

"Yep. Looking pretty good," Gladio says easily. "The tart's not bad either." And in that solitary moment when Ignis is standing back with the oven closed and without his hands on a tool, he gives Ignis a stinging slap on the backside and steps away.

Ignis grabs at the counter in his shock: the sting of knowing he was lured into a false sense of security with logistics is much worse than one modest smack. Weaknesses, indeed. "The one on the counter or the one taking liberties he should know better than to take?" he says after a deep breath, pulling off his oven mitts. "And it's a frittata."

"I was talking about the food, but I'm not gonna turn down a compliment."

Gladio is alight with the same friendly antagonism as sparring as he strolls away, and it brings the same spark of pleasure in the pit of Ignis' stomach. Balance between them isn't equilibrium so much as a seesaw of give and take, and Gladio's arrogance is always as annoying as it is attractive, the first step on two diverging paths: slapping such an attitude out of his smart mouth, or giving into it entirely.

"When you receive so few I suppose you can't afford to be choosy."

Gladio takes a seat at the table, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "I guess if I got as many as you I'd be a lot pickier, huh?" He gives Ignis a long look up and down that as feels as strong a touch as his hand. Ignis had resented the charisma that let Gladio flatter so skillfully in their youth; now it brings the same weightless anticipation as being aloft in Ignis' stomach, waiting to see how far he might fall.

Ignis is left speechless until Prompto shuffles out in a faded tee with the sleeves cut off, well oversized—once one of Gladio's, most likely. The hole at the arm dips down to show the curve of his ribcage as he stretches lazily, singing, "That smells a-mazing."

To Ignis it is akin to being presented with a picture-perfect pastry in a bakery window: hunger, appreciation for fine craftsmanship, and the necessity of preventing himself from needless indulgence at an inopportune moment.

Prompto is oblivious to the temptation he poses as he drapes himself against Ignis' bare back, pressing a few nuzzling kisses to Ignis' neck above the loop of the apron. Unlike Gladio, he doesn't presume to mention Ignis' deshabille. His opinion makes itself known all the same in the heft of him nestled against Ignis through only Prompto's thin gym shorts, and it is evident he too hasn't showered, unfairly so. The scent of their bed lingers, mouthwatering in a respect completely unlike the savory-salt of the cooking meat.

Because Ignis apparently isn't content with engaging in only one form of masochism, he swirls a clean teaspoon through the simmering pot of berries and holds it up to his shoulder for Prompto to close his pink mouth around.

"You didn't give me anything," Gladio jibes from the table as Prompto moans in pleasure.

"As I remember you snuck a sample on your own," Ignis says, though he does swirl another clean teaspoon through the simmering berries and hands it to Prompto. "Take that to him so he'll stop whining, please."

Ignis expends a great deal of effort in turning the sausages over in their pan as Prompto, his own spoon still turned upside down in his mouth to clean every trace of compote, holds up the one intended for Gladio.

The small island is a boon when faced with the terror Ignis remembers from being a much younger man: while his body has not yet betrayed him it's only a matter of time. Desire aches in him fiercely, a weak spot in his meager defenses that the three of them prod relentlessly simply by virtue of their existence.

It would be easy to say he's becoming aroused against his will, but it is not against Noct's will and so he cannot say it is truly against his own. A sucker, Gladio called him, a misnomer that implies an ignorance of one's situation. The depths of the carnality he works so hard to control are so easily plumbed as to be laughable; to be sure, Ignis has walked into his humiliation with his eyes wide open

Noct does unfortunately know him all too well.

"You want me to set the table?" Prompto says, suddenly beside him as he drops the dirty spoons amid the dirty dishes piling in the sink.

"If you would."

Prompto has managed the plates and silverware, and Ignis is dispensing the last of the pancake batter when Noct finally emerges. Sweatpants and a t-shirt, the most covered of all of them, of course.

He's shameless in plastering himself to Ignis' side, and his obvious pleasure as he runs an appraising hand from Ignis' hip up across the apronstrings prods a pang of guilt out of him for even considering his trousers. Ignis turns into his arm—the pancakes will take a moment to set and concentrating would be impossible anyway. Noct's arm folds around his ribs, grazing the sensitive skin of his side on its way to rest in the small of his back. Noct's presence is a match put to the kindling Gladio and Prompto have lain, the shower's unnatural warmth wrapped around Ignis with only the soft cotton of Noct's t-shirt where the apron doesn't cover.

"A bit hypocritical," Ignis says, tugging at Noct's shower-damp hair, though in truth it's entirely in Noct's purview, just as the wandering hands can hardly be called taking liberties when it's only what Noct is due.

"Gladio's fault."

"As per usual," Ignis says.

Noct gives him a pleasantly routine kiss on the mouth. "How are you feeling?"

His entire bare back is exposed to Prompto and Gladio. Heat from the stove radiates against his bare side.

"As if it isn't obvious." He half-turns in Noct's arm to flip and remove the last of the pancakes, then turns off the burner. "Now if you'll excuse me, breakfast is ready. Prompto, would you mind setting out the food as well?"

Noct frowns. "Where are you going?"

"As I no longer have need of an apron, I'd intended to dress," Ignis says, pulling his hand away, and when Noct catches his elbow his voice hardens. "You've had your fun, Noct. I'm hardly going to sit bare-assed at the dining table."

Prompto has reached for the frittata and frozen on the other side of the island, wide-eyed at Ignis' tone.

Guilt roils in him. "Forgive me, that was ungracious."

Noct says, "It's okay, Prompto, go ahead." He turns Ignis back into the island, leaving Prompto and Gladio in a far off land of dishes clanking somewhere behind him and Noct filling his senses, pressing him into the edge of the island beside the stove.

"Hey," Noct says gently. "You know it's nothing we haven't seen before."

"If the view were more equitable it wouldn't be half so concerning." Ignis' body is well-trained and well-maintained, but it is a tool in his service like any other. He's never seen a reason to pay it undue attention—it, and not the armor of sophistication he's long made a habit of covering it in. He doesn't share Gladio and Prompto's enthusiasm for the aesthetics of their bodies, or even Noct's utter indifference.

"You should be proud."

"I am, on the whole. Preferably while wearing trousers."

"You're only proud of what you want to show off."

"You've never complained about my clothing choices before."

"What are you so afraid of? You think I'd embarrass you for fun?"

And for that Ignis has no answer. There is no justification for the nameless dread of vulnerability that exists even when he is surrounded by the few in the world in whom his trust is absolute, why he longs for armor even as his skin shamefully begs for touch of its own accord.

Noct is silent, patient for a long moment, stroking Ignis' bare hip.

Ignis licks his dry lips. "The food will get cold."

He's looking down while Noct touches his face, his hip, cradling him in careful hands, and coaxes quietly, "Come on, Speccy. You think I asked you to arrange a morning like this for no reason? Or last night?" Ignis will never bring himself to grow a beard if it means he would feel less of Noct's thumb stroking his cheek.

"You should be appreciated. I want you to let us."

The firm compassion and authority in Noct's voice stirs a craving that runs much older and deeper in Ignis than sexual desire, though when they flow together it's like streams jumping their banks to form a river he could drown in.

To think the sullen teenager Ignis served should have become this. Noct has grown out of all of his worst qualities and into all of his best, and Ignis can only be grateful that the whim of the Astrals granted a reprieve to allow the opportunity. If he did not know in the fabric of his own soul how much he already loved him, this would be one of the moments in which Ignis fell. How inconsequential his petty insecurity is in the face of everything they are, how harsh a misjudgement to think his discomfort was Noct's aim.

"Forgive me," Ignis says again.

"Hey, Gladio," Noct calls without looking away, "Ignis is worried about the upholstery, is it cool if he sits with you?"

"Noct," Ignis says, pleads if he's honest, though it is hopeless, helpless, he has no choice. No—he made his choice so long ago and so many times since that it's become habit, and that is where Noct's possession of him truly lives.

"Will you go sit with Gladio for me?" Noct says, and Ignis chooses to kiss Noct's palm and nod, as he always will.

omg this is actually amazing! You have such amazing characterisation, and each of them coming to their own and playing to their unique niche in the OT4. Ignis interacting with Gladio is very different from him interacting with Prompto and again just as different as Noct, but they're all absolutely spot on. It's so rare to find someone writing all of them half as well as this <3<3<3

... Okay, I'm scrolling up to c&p my favourite lines, but seriously, I had to stop because it was just all of them. The way Ignis thinks is perfect – he's very aware of himself, very self-critical, very quick to jump on his own mistakes. But he's also so, so loving of the others, and he knows exactly why he loves them, and it feels so real.

"The one on the counter or the one taking liberties he should know better than to take?"

OMG Ignis that BURN. I said I wouldn't c&p lines but that one was just too perfect. Ignis and Gladio's to-and-fro is AMAZING, so quick witted without being excessive, so natural.

And then Noct, omg. OMG, nonnie. It would be easy to say he's becoming aroused against his will, but it is not against Noct's will and so he cannot say it is truly against his own. Ignis has just completely given himself to Noct and it's such a freaking stunning dynamic. Reading it is like sinking into one of those giant bathtubs full of it – you don't really smack the reader round the face with it explicitly but the D/s dymanic is there, surrounding you. And Ignis is so, so, so adoringly loving, and Noct is so tender and compassionate and dominant – dead, I am dead. Fuck me sideways, nonnie. This was a simple prompt but you've expanded it into real depth and beauty and I just want to roll around in it forever. All of the damn love <3<3<3 I absolutely cannot wait for the next part.

FUCK that's hot

Gladio just can't get enough of Noct when he's being dominant and aggressive in sex.

Bonus: loyalty/fealty kink

Ignis is happy serving Noct, but Noct isn't the most appreciative employer. In fact, Ignis hasn't really had a proper thanks in months.

Enter Prompto, and Prompto being vocally, enthusiastically, expressively grateful for Ignis' cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, and all the little things he does to help out. Ignis has absolutely zero idea how to deal with this.

Bonus: Prompto praising Ignis in bed

Bonus II: Prompto doing it to deliberately fluster Ignis, because flustered Ignis is hot as sin

When Ignis and Prompto get together, everyone assumed it's Ignis who's the adult, responsible one and Prompto who's got emotional hangups and baggage.

Turns out Prompto has been in relationships before and is experienced, rational, and with considerable emotional intelligence, regardless of his enthusiasm. Ignis, on the other hand, hasn't ever been close to anyone his age other than Noct and Gladio and certainly hasn't been in spitting distance of a romantic/sexual relationship. Ignis is the one with the weird and frankly often unnerving notions of what he should be like as a boyfriend. Prompto is the one to gently disabuse him of them.

After Ignis loses his sight, the only way he can still serve the group is by becoming their sex slave and being always available for their demands. The more filthy/humiliating/rough the sex is, the better!

Bonus points for:
+Ignis serving as a cockwarmer/toilet in the backseat of Regalia during the rides.
++Ignis pimped out to hunters and whatnot for extra gil.
+++Ignis not liking the fucking and the pain at all, but happy at being allowed to serve his king at least that way.

Fuck me I adore this. This mix of domestic with sexy is just so good, Ignis cooking, his helpless devotion to Noct, the way the four of them all slot together so well. Kissing Noct's palm, Prompto pressing up against Ignis's back, Gladio slapping Ignis's ass – MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm yes good.

Someone's ass being held open wide with a speculum and the others jerking off and coming into his gaping hole.

A!A: Aaah, I want to roll around in this comment, I'm so glad you liked it! My favorite part of them interacting as an OT4 especially is how different their relationships are with each other, so I am pleased as punch that came through. Thank you so much for commenting!

A!A: Thank you! Domestic and sexy is my jam, so I'm glad it's working for someone else too.

A!A: Ha, thank you, hopefully it stays that way when they actually get to the good bits.

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Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

Any/Prompto, chocobo suit

Promptis, Ignoct - Ignis wants Noctis to himself

Ignoct, Noctis takes revenge for veggies

Any/Ignis - enemas (dubcon/noncon)

Promptis or Gladnoct - werewolf/weredemon sex

Re: Ignis/Noctis Ignis is the new Accursed [FILL 3/3]

FFXV: Prompto/any bro, new dom/experienced sub

FFXV - Noctis/Gladio/Ignis - Mirrorverse Noncon, Slavery

FFXV Any/Any Crack! In Universe kink_meme

Luna, Gentiana, gen, in love with a child?

FILL: (1/?) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron

Re: FILL: (1/?) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron

Ignis/any, fem!Ignis is stacked

Re: FILL: (2/4) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron

Re: FILL: (2/4) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron

Re: FILL: (2/4) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron

Gladio/Noct, Noct is a pushy, dominant top

Prompto/Ignis, appreciation

Ignis/Prompto, it's Ignis who's the hot mess

Ignis, becoming the group's sex toy after he's blinded

Re: FILL: (2/4) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron

any/many speculum + come dump

Re: FILL: (2/4) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron

Re: FILL: (2/4) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron

Re: FILL: (2/4) OT4, D/s, Ignis naked except an apron