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Prompt Post Round Five

Welcome to Round Five of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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Intrigued

+100

It's usually omegas being gifted to alphas, but Noctis is a prince and therefore the one who receives the gifts. He's given Ignis, Prompto and Gladio as his alphas to form a pack with him and help him through his heats.

+ he refuses to fall into the typical omega stereotypes and the bros quickly learn that he won't lay back and beg and blush and let them do all the work (unless he's feeling pillow princessy that day, but it's still his choice)

++ having more than one alpha tends to be a bit too much for one omega. Noctis takes this as a personal challenge and regularly takes all three of them in his bed at the same time

+++ he treats them like people, not possessions, but he still finds himself getting a little possessive over them when other omegas are around them

Hell. Yes.

lol, Sounds like my childhood. I was very adept at entertaining myself.

Yes please

Yes
everyone in this game needs a hug

Yes

What it says on the tin.

totally could see him doing this

+100 (hell, him and any of the Glaive warping to cheat at tag)

Not OP but this just made me imagine Noct and the glaives playing tag together and it just being this blur of blue streaks and sparks everywhere as they all try to warp tag each other.

A!A It's not like Ardyn LIKES him or anything. :3
Thank you! I'm happy you like it!

A!A Thanks! I have to admit that I'm definitely feeling the Halloween spirit... in September...

And then coming all over them.

Please?

The bros all wear lace panties under their clothes and just like to casually pet/fondle each other while wearing them

+Prompto sometimes leans over while Ignis is driving and shove a hand down his pants to rub the soft lace against Ignis's dick

++When Gladio is reading, Noctis will cup Gladio's junk to play with the little bow on his pair

+++Ignis gets Prompto to rut into his hand while in the panties before going to sleep

++++Gladio likes having Ignis in his lap, fondling Ignis's underwear while they watch Noctis and Prompto play with each other

When Prompto walked through the gate to the festival grounds, the first thing he saw was the bonfire.

The bonfire sat in the center of the field, with green wood stacked at the top to give the effigy of the witch more time to burn. A crowd was already gathered around the fire, with people throwing in herbs and sachets to give off fragrant smoke, and young teens tossed wishes scrawled on bits of rolled-up paper. Beyond that, there were musicians on a raised stage, playing string instruments and drums, while a young woman in a black dress moved in what Prompto assumed was probably a dance. Proper dancers moved in spirals throughout the field, following steps Prompto never learned, framed by the colorful awnings of food carts and prize counters.

When Prompto was young, he used to beg to go to the yearly festivals. The Argentums had only told him that if he wanted to be a true Besithia one day, it would be best to avoid anything that encouraged dangerous notions. But it seemed that regardless how hard they tried to keep him on the narrow path, Prompto was always wandering off.

Now, Prompto stared at the masked, costumed figures twirling in the damp grass of evening, and felt a small, fierce joy unfurl in his chest. He rubbed the ribbon at his wrist—another reminder—and let the crowd consume him.

That Ardyn would be there was a given. He liked to people-watch, so Prompto passed the food carts first, idly checking the stoves of each stall just in case Ardyn had hidden his elusive fire there. He was bending over a tray of tarts at Ignis’ café’s cart, when he felt a small hand grab at his sleeve. The girl with her hand on his costume had a plain white mask, with small eyeholes that shone with a steady orange light.

“You’re the boy who can see us,” she said. Prompto crouched so he could be on eye-level, and nodded.

“Do you know where Ardyn is?” he asked. “You know Ardyn, right?”

The girl laughed and pointed to the bonfire. Prompto glanced up, but the crowd was too thick, and he couldn’t make out anything beyond the occasional flash of a bright costume.

“Dance with us,” the girl said. She tugged at Prompto’s sleeve, then turned at the sound of voices coming their way.

“Susie, what are you doing?” asked a girl in a butterfly mask. “We’re gonna go dancing!”

“I’m coming!” the girl cried, and let go of Prompto. When she looked back, her mask was painted like a winking owl, and it was the girl who had called out to her who wore the faceless mask this time. She waved, and Prompto waved back.

Prompto did try to make it to the bonfire, but a few yards in, his hands were gripped by a tall man in yet another faceless mask. His gold eyes shone, and he laughed, stamped his feet, and swept Prompto into the throng of dancers. He released Prompto into the arms of a woman, whose golden cat mask went white and unpainted the moment his hands went to her waist, and she called him beautiful and guided him through the steps of a song Prompto had only ever heard in passing.

“It’s a shame one of us didn’t claim you first,” she shouted, as they held hands in a line that practically raced around the clapping dancers in the center.

“What do you mean?” Prompto shouted back. Then another faceless spirit grabbed him by the waist and spun him in a dizzying swirl of color and light.

“So many of us wanted you,” the new spirit said. “You’re so nice to us. You do little chores, and lay out offerings, and you never complain. Not once.”

“I complain to Ardyn all the time,” Prompto said. The spirit shrugged, and pushed him into the arms of another.

“He isn’t really one of us,” this spirit said. “Just like you aren’t really one of them.” Prompto narrowed his eyes, and the gold light behind the mask flickered. “You’re human, but you’re apart. Just like he was.”

“Like… like Ardyn…?” Prompto gasped, but he was caught up in another winding circle, borne forward through the force of the crowd. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. He couldn’t tell how much time he had, and if Ardyn was at the bonfire, that was probably where it was all going to begin. A pair of hands pushed the small of his back, and he went staggering out of the line, right into the large, calloused hands of a tall man in a silver mask the shape of a skull. The mask came with a black veil, strung with shredded red and black ribbons, and the eyes behind the mask flashed gold, just for a moment. Another spirit, then.

The spirit led Prompto into a dance that was close to what the people around them were doing, but different enough that they had to give them both a wide berth. Prompto struggled to keep up, made breathless by the relentless pace and the steady warmth of his partner’s body. When the musicians stopped for a break between sets, Prompto was sweating through his costume, panting hard, and one of the spirit’s hands was clenched tight in his, while the other wrapped possessively around his waist.

“That was… amazing,” Prompto admitted, through heaving gasps. The spirit let go of his waist and tilted up the silver mask.

“It was a pleasure,” Ardyn said. His amber eyes glinted in the firelight.

Prompto lifted his own mask. The air around them felt strangely warm, charged like the tickle of unease before a lightning strike. Prompto stared up at him, and was surprised to find relief coursing through him, easing the tension of his shoulders and back.

“Thought I’d never find you,” he said.

“I’m never very far,” said Ardyn. He touched Prompto’s cheek, and Prompto felt a strange thrill race over his skin. It’s the dancing, he thought. I’m just moving too fast right now.

Never mind that they were both standing still. Never mind that they didn’t move, not even when the fiddle player struck up a reel, even when the crowd surged around them like the coils of a snake.

“Black suits you,” Ardyn said.

“You’re ever gonna leave me alone, are you?” Prompto asked. He teased the knot of the ribbon loose with one hand. Ardyn smiled, indulgent and oddly fond.

“Oh, I doubt you’d want me to,” he said. “What would you do without my scintillating company?”

“Get more sleep, maybe,” Prompto said, and Ardyn laughed. This was all going wrong. Ardyn was supposed to ask him about the fire, or make another wager, try to convince Prompto to be his kept servant one more time. He wasn’t supposed to smile at him, or dance with him, or… or hold his hand…

Prompto whipped the ribbon free, and Ardyn’s smile widened.

“If you’re gonna stick around,” Prompto said, “I’m gonna need protection. We’ll do it by my rules.”

“I tremble in suspense,” Ardyn whispered. Prompto wrapped the ribbon around their joined hands, and gripped Ardyn tight.

“By moonlight and breath I bind you,” he said in a rush, before Ardyn could react. Then he stepped forward, close enough that the folds of Ardyn’s strange black robes brushed against him, and stood on his tiptoes to kiss him.

Ardyn’s eyebrows rose, but he allowed only a fraction of a second to pass before he kissed Prompto back. Prompto had meant it to be a chaste kiss, purely ceremonial, but as soon as he felt the scrape of Ardyn’s stubble and tasted the salt on his lips, it was like he was back in the dance, whirling and spinning and unable—or unwilling—to jump out. Ardyn held his mask higher and deepened the kiss, exploring Prompto’s mouth with an expert tongue, and Prompto felt heat rise in his belly, as though the fire Ardyn promised were in him, lighting him up from the inside out.

Ardyn pulled back first, and looked down at Prompto with more than a little surprise.

“That was…” He cleared his throat. “Delightful. But I fear your spell didn’t take.”

Prompto looked to the ribbon and cried out in dismay as it crumbled to dust over their joined hands. He let go, and Ardyn shrugged.

“That particular binding goes both ways,” he said, “and I believe it didn’t soak up quite as much moonlight as you thought. You needed three full nights at least, Prompto. Not two nights and a little shadow.”

Prompto cursed, but there was an edge to his disappointment that he couldn’t place. He tried to step back to get a closer look at Ardyn without craning his neck, but Ardyn wrapped both arms around his waist.

“Dance with me again,” Ardyn said. “Then tell me where I hid my fire.”

“It’s in the bonfire,” Prompto said. “In the witch.” It was the logical place. Ardyn would probably think it poetic justice, taking out half the town with the effigy of someone their ancestors wrongly executed. “That’s not important. If you knew it wasn’t going to work, why’d you kiss me?”

“Good question,” Ardyn said. “Dance with me again, and perhaps we’ll both find an answer.”

Prompto fit his mask back on, and reached up to lower the silver skull over Ardyn’s face.

“Alright,” he said, just as the reel ended. The drummer and guitarist took over, and Prompto gasped as he was sent into the crowd again, sinking into the heady thrill of the dance, of the night, of Ardyn's warm eyes watching him, always, always.

yes, totally here for this

Regis hates this situation. Cor brought back an MT, and when he found out MT's are children, and being experimented on, Regis decides to let Cor take care of the boy as if he were his own, as it's obvious Cor has become attached to the boy as well (the kid is most comfortable around Cor and listens to him)

But Regis now has to sit here and watch his council fight over this child who's obviously terrified and just wants to go home

So the council overrides Regis's decision and forces Prompto to prove his loyalty lies with Lucis: he's outfitted with a shock collar and if he truly is now loyal to Lucis, he would shock himself to death

So here is Regis watching this scared teenager crying and trying to press this button and panicking it wasn't working

But there were no batteries in the collar, the council reveals. They wanted to make sure Prompto would not be a threat. And Prompto passed the test but Regis is furious as he runs from his throne to console him and tell him it's okay but Prompto is still crying and asking why the button isn't working

Gonna steal Ardyn's line here... that was delightful!

So apparently Ardyn is as tall as Gladio. But Ardyn is a Lucis Caelum! Gladio's an Amicitia, and taller than pretty much everyone. WHAT IF Ardyn and Gladio are also distantly related? After all those generations of kings and shields, being so closely bonded, someone had to have been getting it on.

Reference:
https://valkyrieofardyn.tumblr.com/post/162889640293/did-some-gladio-and-ardyn-height-picturesand
http://dirtyffxvconfession.tumblr.com/post/162718961307/crying-over-the-height-difference-between-noct

Noct stuffed full of dildo? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!

+1

Just noctis desperate to be filled fingering himself, sucking on whoevers fingers or getting his nipples pinched.

context, what context?

While you wait for a specific fill, I'd suggest reading (if you haven't already; I almost feel like this prompt's maybe inspired by it?) this fic cause it's absolutely amazing and has a lot of what you're talking about here in it!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11725950

Noctis needs to learn how to keep his face impassive through all manner of situations. It's Iggy's job to teach him. He enlists Gladio and Prompto and a lot of alcohol to help.

Somehow, teaching Noctis to keep a poker face when someone is hitting on him doesn't work so well when it's Prompto in his lap.

This is so good. IDEK what to say I just...damn I really like this.

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Prompt Post Round Five

Re: Noctis/bros- rut+aftercare

Noctis/Bros, ABO omega prince is gifted alphas

Re: Noctis/Bros, ABO omega prince is gifted alphas

Re: Baby Noctis alone with his toys

Re: Prompto/Iris fluff

Re: Gen or Cor/any - hurt comfort

Re: Noctis/Bros, ABO omega prince is gifted alphas

Noctis, Using Warping to cheat at Tag

Re: Noctis, Using Warping to cheat at Tag

Re: Noctis, Using Warping to cheat at Tag

Re: Fill: 4/? Re: Trickster God!Ardyn/Prompto

Re: Fill: 4/? Re: Trickster God!Ardyn/Prompto

Prompto fucking Cindy's breasts

OT4 + Lace Panties/Petting

Fill: 5/? Re: Trickster God!Ardyn/Prompto

Re: Prompto fucking Cindy's breasts

Gen Regis + Prompto, MT!Prompto Forced To Show His Loyalty

Re: Fill: 5/? Re: Trickster God!Ardyn/Prompto

gen or any/any Gladio and Ardyn are related

Re: Noctis alone with his toys

Noctis- fingers

Noctis/Ignis + Regis/Prompto on the same bed together

Re: Gen Regis + Prompto, MT!Prompto Forced To Show His Loyalty

Prompto/Noctis + Ignis + Gladio, royalty has to have a perfect poker face

Re: Fill: 5/? Re: Trickster God!Ardyn/Prompto