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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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Ignis is a dom who is into some heavy stuff. Maybe he really likes roughing up his sub, choking him, leaving him gagged and blindfolded with a vibrator, humiliating him with words, or all of it and more together. Anything works as long as it's something Ignis would reasonably feel ashamed or even disturbed about. Maybe it's all been in his head so far or he's given in with subs he didn't know well, but either way he obviously can't subject Gladio, whom he loves a lot, to any of that. Except Gladio finds out and offers to play along.

+bottom Gladio
++Ignis still feeling guilty during the aftercare, Gladio reassuring him

Any squicks? I'm very interested in filling but I don't want to aim for heavy dom and overshoot the mark.

OP here. Ooh, that'd be great! No, there's not much that squicks me, really, other than scat and serious permanent mutilation (scars would be fine, but no one should lose any fingers or anything).

The tub Ardyn carries him towards is a big, polished marble affair, steam rising from the water filling it. Prompto braces himself as he’s lowered down, but can’t help but gasp and hiss through his teeth as the scalding water envelopes his feet, his ankles, his calves. The whole time, Ardyn keeps shushing him in a low murmur. He holds Prompto carefully until he gets him settled, then pulls back and begins unbuttoning his own shirt.

With Ardyn’s arms gone, Prompto falls against the high, sloped back of the tub, which seems big enough for someone Ardyn’s size to soak in and thus swallows him up completely. The tap is still running, the water up to Prompto’s neck and rising, and for a panicked second he wonders if Ardyn’s trying to drown him (this would be a needlessly elaborate way to do it, but then, that would put it right in his wheelhouse). Then the tap shuts off, and Ardyn’s hands are back, sliding under Prompto’s arms to shift him up so the water's lapping around his shoulders.

Ardyn's fingers trail slowly over Prompto's collarbone, leaving droplets of water in their wake. "You really are a beautiful boy, you know," he comments in a voice like velvet, and Prompto presses his lips together to hold in a helpless noise of distress.

Ardyn picks up a bar of soap from a niche in the wall, and the smell of sandalwood drifts up as he works it into a lather. He takes hold of Prompto's wrist to lift his arm and run the soap along it; there's a soft, disapproving tch as he notices the lingering red mark where Prompto tried to burn his barcode off a few days ago, and he takes his time there before working up Prompto's arm to his shoulder.

In spite of himself, Prompto starts to relax. Now that he's adjusted to the temperature, the water feels nice, and as much as it freaks him out to have Ardyn touching him like this, he can't deny that it feels good, too. The steaminess of the room and whatever he's been drugged with are making everything soft and hazy to the point where this could almost be a dream, and maybe if Prompto just lies here and closes his eyes, he can pretend it is.

That works for a while, as Ardyn finishes with one arm and washes the other, then starts on Prompto's torso, his nipples tightening automatically as the soap rubs over them. He hears a sloshing sound and then warm water trickles down his chest, and it's...nice. Weird, but nice.

Then Ardyn's hand dips below the surface of the water, skating over Prompto's belly, and another spike of fear-sour adrenaline punches through the haze. Water splashes wildly as he tries to scramble away, feet sliding on the slick bottom of the tub as he makes an attempt to push himself up.

Ardyn gives a long-suffering sigh and lays one heavy arm across his front. "You're going to get hurt if you keep this up," he says sternly, and leaves it up to interpretation whether he means Prompto's going to slip and hurt himself, or the other thing. Still pinning him with one hand, he undoes his pants with the other and shoves them down his hips, and that makes Prompto keep flailing even though he knows he should stop. "You're making this all rather more difficult than it needs to be."

He has to let Prompto up briefly in order to climb in the tub with him, and Prompto makes one last bid at fighting, trying to get up, to make Ardyn trip over the side of the tub, anything. There's a brief, wet struggle, water going everywhere and Prompto banging his elbow against marble in a spot that makes his whole arm go tingly. It ends with Ardyn seizing Prompto around the middle and dragging him back against his chest, murmuring "Easy, easy," like Prompto's a spooked horse or something. Prompto's arms are pinned at his sides, his hips bracketed by Ardyn's legs, and he goes from "fight or flight" to "freeze" as he realizes that's Ardyn's cock he can feel nudging the small of his back.

Prompto's definitely still feeling the effect of whatever Ardyn gave him; his head is spinning, his breath coming in ragged pants from just that much exertion, and he just lets his head thump back against Ardyn's shoulder and shuts his eyes, whispering, "Fuck, fuck."

Ardyn lets out a sympathetic hum and pets his hair, then gropes around their tangled legs until he finds the soap.

:D Thank you for a very inspiring prompt! I haven't written a lot of noncon anything, so this is not my wheelhouse, but something about the idea of Ardyn noncon taking care of something taps RIGHT into my id, apparently.

Nonnie holy shit I am so into this oh my god literally every word of this is perfect and working for me and just so, so fucking hot. Thank you.

Prompto holds very, very still as the soap drags up the inside of his thigh. So far, Ardyn hasn’t made any move to touch his cock or his ass, and his own cock is still just pressed against the base of Prompto’s spine, a constant reminder of how this could go if Ardyn wanted it to. He’s hard, and so is Prompto, but he’s trying not to read too much into that—being terrified and touched all over really gently at the same time does weird things to a guy’s body, it seems.

Ardyn pushes Prompto forward to soap up his back and pours cupped handfuls of water over his skin, then guides him back to lean against his chest. He holds him tenderly, like a lover.

“Why are you doing this?” Prompto asks softly, and Ardyn skims his hands up and down his arms for a moment before answering.

“Call it a temporary reprieve. You’ve been through so much already—“ he says it with all the sympathy in the world, like he had nothing to do with any of it, “—and I’m afraid that what awaits you while you await your friends is going to be...less than pleasant.”

It’s not like Prompto couldn’t have guessed that there’s something more unpleasant than a hot bath in store for him. He still can’t hold back a little whimper at the confirmation.

Ardyn croons soothingly and strokes his hair. “Oh, I know, poor thing, but there’s nothing for it. We all have our roles to play. So, were I you, I’d make the most of this little break.”

Prompto’s more confused than ever. Ardyn’s talking like this is all some unavoidable tragedy, like he has no more choice in letting it play out than Prompto does, and he wants to ask why.

Instead, he lets Ardyn push him forward again to wash his hair, lets himself be moved around and handled like a doll. He lets himself sink into the feeling of strong fingers massaging his scalp, closes his eyes as water sluices over his head.

After that, Ardyn holds him again for a while, running his fingers through Prompto’s wet hair. He seems to enjoy this part, cradling Prompto against his chest with his arms wrapped around him, and Prompto has the dizzy thought that maybe he’s not the only one this is meant as a reprieve for.

The water’s starting to go cold and Prompto’s sunk into a half-doze by the time Ardyn shifts him to the side so he can stand. Ardyn gets out first—Prompto can hear the water running off of him and the sound of wet feet on tile—and a few moments later he’s back to help Prompto out, hands cupping his elbow and waist as he guides him to stand on shaky legs. Prompto’s toes sink into a thick rug and his shoulders are draped with a towel big enough to wrap himself up in like a blanket, which he does eagerly. Ardyn rubs his hair with a second towel and pulls him close again, and at this point it doesn’t seem all that strange when Prompto feels a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“Time to get dressed,” Ardyn says, rubbing his arms through the towel. “I’m afraid there’s not much time left before we have to get ready.”

Prompto closes his eyes and lets his head tip forward onto Ardyn’s chest. “Please,” he says quietly, without any real hope that pleading’s going to get him anything.

Ardyn curls a hand around the back of his neck, squeezing gently. “That’s good,” he says in that soft, caressing voice. “You already know your lines.”

That was both terrifying and awesome. Ardyn's last line made me shiver. The whole time I was second guessing Ardyn's moves like Prompto and I'm not sure if Ardyn is not going to touch him in any sexual way. That kiss makes me wonder.

Thank you for this great fill.

Thank you! When Ardyn’s last line popped into my head it gave ME the shivers, so I’m glad it worked for you and glad you enjoyed the fill!

AU where are the bros are just a bunch of hunters trying to make a buck and not starve in the wilds of Lucis. There no Kings or prophecies or destinies just each other the open road ahead.

What it says on the tin.

+ he eats her out afterward

This sounds fun. Would you want OT4, some other pairing combination, or Gen?

Any of the above good honestly - I'm a shameless multishipper and the only NOTPs I've got are incesty ones.

with Cindy as the daddy, please.

“Fuck,” Noct gasps, his hand reaching down to grasp his cock. “Yeah, just like that.”

His legs are hooked over Gladio’s shoulders and Gladio’s pounding into him hard and fast, just the way he likes it, and it’s not going to take more than a few strokes for him to come. Noct closes his eyes and sinks into the feeling of Gladio’s relentless thrusts and the slick glide of his own hand, and it’s so good, it’s perfect, and then Gladio grabs both his wrists and drags them up to pin them above his head.

“Not yet,” Gladio says in response to his whine of protest, his voice all low and gravelly, and Noct really wants to come but also, that’s hot as fuck.

He twists his wrists in Gladio’s hold and wriggles a little, but it’s half-hearted at best. It’s so easy to just lie back and let Gladio take care of him.

...Except that Gladio isn’t taking care of him. His cock is painfully hard, smearing precome over both their stomachs, and Gladio’s making no move to touch it. He just keeps rocking into him, pressing Noct’s wrists into the pillow, and it still feels amazing but it’s not what Noct needs.

“Touch me,” he says, and when that doesn’t get him anywhere, adds, “Gladio, please.”

That does it; Gladio breathes out “fuck” and shifts his hold on Noct’s wrists to one big hand, the other wrapping around his aching cock. A few rough, fast strokes and Noct is crying out and arching off the bed, cock pulsing between them.

Noct falls back on the bed, pressed into the mattress by Gladio’s weight as he keeps thrusting, still chasing his own climax. Noct’s mind is hazy with bliss, his limbs loose and his eyelids already heavy. Dimly, he hears Gladio say his name, and then something like c’mon, damn it, don’t—, but Noct is too far gone to hear any more.

***

Gladio sighs, and pulls out. He deals with the condom and tosses it into the little wastebasket near the bed, then takes himself in hand to finish what they started.

He’s not surprised that it happened again, but he is frustrated with himself for giving in just because Noct used that voice, that throaty, needy moan that makes it almost impossible not to give him whatever he wants. Gladio should probably be more annoyed with Noct, but just thinking about the way his voice broke on the please, remembering the way his slim, tight body clenched around Gladio’s cock as he came—it’s not as good as if Gladio were still fucking him, but it’s enough to get him the rest of the way there, push him over the edge into shuddering and groaning as he spills into his own hand.

He goes to get a washcloth and cleans them both up, and yep, as expected, Noct is well and truly out. He barely stirs as Gladio wipes the last traces of come from his stomach, and when Gladio settles beside him and pulls the covers up around them Noct hums and rolls onto his side, nestling into his pillow.

Propped up on one elbow, Gladio watches his prince’s sleeping face for a few moments. As always, it tugs at his heart to see the way Noct relaxes in slumber, throwing the ever-present tension of his waking moments into sharp relief. His lips are parted slightly, his lashes fanned against his cheeks, and he’s so fucking beautiful that it’s hard to be annoyed with him for being a lazy little brat who lets Gladio do all the work in bed.

Gladio leans down to press a kiss to his temple, bundles Noct into his arms, and closes his eyes.

***

The next morning is a pretty typical one; Gladio wakes up obnoxiously early to work out, and Noct rolls himself into a blanket cocoon and stays there until Gladio threatens to carry him blankets and all into the shower.

Before they meet up with Ignis and Prompto in the lobby and work out a plan of attack for the day, Noct says, “Last night was...really nice.”

Gladio barely looks up from stripping the bed. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”

Noct looks over at him, brow furrowing. “Wait, did you not?”

Gladio shrugs, balling up the dirty sheets. “No, it was good. Don’t worry about it.”

“...Don’t worry about what?” Noct presses, and when he just gets an exasperated grunt in response, “Gladio, if I did something wrong—“

“You always fall asleep after you come,” Gladio says bluntly.

Noct blinks. It’s not like he didn’t know he gets really sleepy after coming, but he didn’t think it was that unusual, or bad. “...Yeah?”

“Like, right after,” Gladio explains, and when it still doesn’t click, “While I’m still fucking you?”

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” Noct says. “Wait, always?”

“Pretty much,” Gladio informs him. “It’s not a problem if I come first, but otherwise I get left hanging.”

“Well, why haven’t you said anything before now?” Noct asks, and Gladio shrugs.

“Not like you’re doing it on purpose. And it’s not like I can’t just pull out and finish myself off.”

Noct blinks again. “Wait, so you’ve been...dude, why not just finish inside me?”

Gladio looks at him, eyebrows raised slightly. “I don’t know, because just fucking your unconscious body seems weird and creepy?”

Noct shrugs. “It’s not creepy if I tell you in advance I don’t mind, right? And I don’t.” He walks over and puts his hands on Gladio’s shoulders, stretching up to kiss him. “I mean it. If you don’t feel like pulling out next time, it’s cool.”

“Huh.” Gladio holds Noct by the arms to keep him on his toes for another kiss. “Still seems kinda weird. But I’ll think about it.”

***

It’s a few nights before they end up in a hotel again, after a long day of hunting monsters and running errands that it frankly seems like the people sending them on could be running themselves. The kind of day that leaves them simultaneously worked up and wanting, and so tired that Gladio knows there’s no hope of Noct’s post-orgasm-nap streak ending tonight.

Gladio still kisses him hard while Noct climbs him like a tree, still growls “Gods, I wanna wreck you,” against Noct’s throat and savors the desperate sound he gets in response. He gets them on the bed, gets Noct open and ready for him with his legs locked around Gladio’s waist and his head thrown back, fucks him hard like he wants it. This time when Noct gets close, Gladio doesn’t try to pull him back. Noct comes hard, moaning Gladio’s name and leaving crescent-shaped nail marks on his shoulders, and already Gladio can feel his body going slack and see his eyelids drooping.

“Hey.” Gladio brings a hand up to trace the line of Noct’s jaw, trying to get his attention before he fades entirely. “You sure you’re good with this?”

“Mhm,” Noct mumbles, nuzzling his hand sleepily. “Want you to come in me, even if I’m asleep. And I trust you.”

“Okay.” Gladio bends down to kiss the side of his face. His thrusts have slowed, but he’s still rocking steadily into Noct. “Good. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Noct’s only reply is a pleased hum, the legs that were around Gladio’s waist falling loose as his eyes drift shut.

Gladio keeps fucking him. It does feel weird at first, just using his prince’s unresisting body like this. But having Noct’s blessing keeps it from being bad-weird, and there’s something about him lying beneath Gladio all sweet and peaceful, trusting him with his body so completely, that sends sparks down Gladio’s spine, makes him shake and curse as he falls apart and spends himself inside Noct’s warm, willing body instead of his own clenched fist.

The part afterward is pretty similar, Gladio cleaning them both up and getting them settled for the night. But it feels a little different, in a good way, as Gladio wraps his arms around Noct and pulls him back into the curve of his body. He presses his lips to the back of Noct’s neck, breathing in the scent of him, and within minutes, he’s sleeping as deeply as his prince.

The Chancellor's had a long day, so his favorite MT decides to give him some stress relief with his toy collection.

+ Prompto is chatty and has a lot of fun
++ Ardyn has a few special things from Bad Behemoth
+++ Prompto finishes him off by riding him

This was so so good nonnie. I will cherish this fic forever and ever it hit all the right buttons for me.

hrrrgh this is soo hot and cute

Hot damn it's sexy as fuck, and they're being sweet as well! I love Gladio taking care of Noct – being unable to resist him when he begs, doing all the heavy lifting, and also cleaning him up afterwards – and Noct's carelessness, casual way of solving things, which is so IC yesss. <3<3<3 so, so good, nonnie!

Also Gladio's little c’mon, damn it, don’t— is hilarious :D

:D ty!

:D Thank you! I had fun writing exasperated-but-devoted Gladio. And Noct just doesn't understand why his being asleep should be an obstacle to getting fucked!

Noct has two pets – a big, scary guard dog called Gladio, and an elegant, intelligent cat called Ignis.

Dog and cat!boy pets, not literal animals, that is! Noct legally owns them but how they're treated (like animals or as servants, or anywhere in-between) I'm easy on. For porn, dub or noncon is as good as con!

++++ Gladio knotting Ignis

The bros find themselves stranded in the wilds, without access to the armiger. Suddenly things are a lot harder when they don't have any curatives, food, cooking equipment, tent or sleeping stuff, weapons...

Would prefer not to have the focus on any one or pair of bros. Share the love!

+ cuddling to preserve heat in freezing cold nights
++ Ignis and Gladio secretly going hungry so Noct and Prompto can eat
+++ exhausted, achy, hungry comfort sex

I am desperate for anything involving sounding. I saw some on the AO3 but they had too many other warnings for me to read them. I just want sounding without BDSM or rape please.

+Ignis sounding Noctis, Prompto or himself
+Noctis sounding Ignis or himself

Ardyn does more than stab Luna with that knife.

Bonus points if Ardyn comes on her face and laughs at her. Even better if Noctis has to watch.

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Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1

Ignis/Gladio, D/s

Re: Ignis/Gladio, D/s

Re: Ignis/Gladio, D/s

Re: Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 2/?)

Re: Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 1/?)

Re: Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 2/?)

Re: Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 3/3)

Re: Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 3/3)

Re: Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 3/3)

Hunter AU

Ignis/Aranea, pegging

Re: Hunter AU

Re: Hunter AU

Iris/Cindy, daddy kink

FILL: FFXV Noct/any, Noct falls asleep after coming (Noct/Gladio)

Promdyn, personal MT Prompto AU, toys

Re: Fill: Ardyn/Any, Non-Consensual Bathing (Ardyn/Prompto, 3/3)

Re: FILL: FFXV Noct/any, Noct falls asleep after coming (Noct/Gladio)

Re: FILL: FFXV Noct/any, Noct falls asleep after coming (Noct/Gladio)

Re: FILL: FFXV Noct/any, Noct falls asleep after coming (Noct/Gladio)

Re: FILL: FFXV Noct/any, Noct falls asleep after coming (Noct/Gladio)

any/any, Noct with his pet cat and dog

any/any, ot4 or gen, wilderness survival

Ignoct or Promnis or masturbation - sounding

Ardyn/Luna non-con with a knife