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Prompt Post Round Five

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I saw someone on reddit say that this would be a great way to flesh out the story elements and you know what I just really want it right now.

What if every time that Noctis acquires one of the Royal Arms, the second it slams into his chest, he gets a flashback to a past king? Moments from their lives. And understanding of who they were, how they felt, what it was like to bear their burden. My thinking here is that it would be much more fun to have a connection to the past beyond the ring draining the Prince's life, right?

+ Noctis gets to see his own father go through the pains of ruling, or his own roadtrip.
+ The bros notice nothing when Noctis gets stabbed, it looks exactly the same to them as it does for us in the game.
+ Noctis develops anachronistic habits or reminds Gladio/Ignis/Cor of Regis out of nowhere.
++ Memories of Regis losing Aulea.
+++ Any kind of attempt to guess at lore (eg: why do the Lucian crowns look like antlers SOMETHING TO DO WITH IFRIT? :O)
+++++++ Literally anything to do with Ardyn, all of Ardyn's everything, his past, his betrayal, his fall, his resentment.

This is absolutely an excuse for angst, lore deep diving and a shameless excuse to get more Ardyn. Could get shippy with anyone! Primed for some h/c.

AU where the King of Lucis is merely a cermonial figurehead that holds no real political or military power, so when Nifleheim comes forward their offer of "peace" it's rejected because Regis is the only one who knows what's at stake and he has no say in the matter.

Fuckyeah lore! Seconding!

+100 for any reason to explore lore

Oh, this sounds fantastic!

Hey does anyone remember what item Noctis stole?

And the laws of comedy insist that no one notices the switch, aside from a few comments about Cloud's new photography habit, or Prompto's sudden penchant for giant swords.

I can't be the only one thinking this, right? Right?

+++ Prompto gets a little too into Chocobo breeding.

A/N Thanks for all your lovely comments folks! We finally get some action in this part. Also in case it wasn't clear I'm posting this literally as I write it completely unedited, so I apologize in advance if I missed anything stupid. I promise we'll get to the sex and virginity kink eventually.

***

He shows up at Noctis's apartment prepared with a folder full of educational materials, marked up with sticky notes and highlighter, and a dark plastic bag with some DVDs. Noctis is on the couch playing video games, but he looks up when Ignis comes in.

"Hey Ignis," Noctis greets him, "did you bring dinner?"

Ignis hefts the bag in his other hand, which is full of takeout. "From the dumpling place by the Citadel."

Noctis's stomach growls immediately, and Ignis can't help chuckling. He sets down his papers and starts unpacking the food as Noctis sets two places at the table. "What are these papers for?" Noctis asks, curiously opening the folder. "'What is consent?' Is this about--"

"Yes, I gave some thought to our conversation the other day." Ignis selects a few pork dumplings and sets them on his plate before sitting down. "I put together a lesson plan."

Noctis lets out a short, bemused laugh. "Of course you did."

"Yes, well. I brought some materials for you to go over on your own, then we can discuss them when you've finished."

"Discuss them?" Noctis asks, biting into a shrimp dumpling.

"Mm. I believe we can accomplish our goals without . . . direct instruction."

Noctis flushes, then nods his head. "Okay," he says, and Ignis relaxes.

***

Noctis: iggy there are like four dvds in here

Noctis: they're two hours each

Noctis: did you want me to watch all of them?

Ignis thumbs through the messages, then types back, yes, they demonstrate a wide range of activities.

There's a long pause before Noctis replies.

Noctis: ok.

***

There's a DVD case on the floor by the TV the next time Ignis comes over. It's "Feminine Mystique," the one featuring all women. He'd selected it because it contained a number of close-up shots showing female anatomy, and because he figures part of becoming comfortable with sexuality is for Noctis to identify what appeals to him. Ignis closes the empty case and sets it next to the DVD player as he cleans up the room. It's hard not to imagine Noctis sitting on his couch watching the couples, probably touching himself, but Ignis cuts off that train of thought before it goes too far.

He doesn't mention it when Noctis arrives home, instead drilling him on the contents of the immigration report he'd left the previous week.

***

It's two days later that he gets a text from Noctis that simply says, I'm done.

He replies, that was quick. i'll be by after school tomorrow and we can discuss. pls consider what questions you have.

***

The DVDs and papers are stacked neatly on the table when Ignis arrives. He's not expecting Noctis for another fifteen minutes or so, so he opens the folder to see if Noctis has left any notes.

There are some underlined passages, some question marks scribbled in the margins, and a few places Noctis has written, simply, "Why?" However, there aren't any specifics, so Ignis busies himself with preparing dinner. Noctis is pleasant enough when he arrives, and doesn't seem inclined to jump right into conversation, so Ignis waits until they've finished dinner, cleaned up, and settled on the couch to address the elephant in the room, as it were.

"So," he says, "you reviewed all of the materials I left?" Noctis blushes and nods, suddenly very interested in his own hands. "And did you prepare a list of questions?"

Noctis sighs. "I don't really know where to start."

Ignis considers his hesitance, then decides to try a different approach. "Alright then, let's start at the beginning. Tell me about what sort of experience you have."

"E-- Experience? None, that's why we're doing this, isn't it?"

"Yes of course, I meant . . . Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Noctis's face turns an attractive pink. "Um. I kissed Prompto once."

Ignis raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Once?" he asks.

"Yeah, we-- he-- he said he wanted to practice, you know, so he wouldn't mess up with girls. I figured it wouldn't count as . . . fraternization. He was here in my apartment, it's not like anyone would see."

"I appreciate that you considered the ramifications," Ignis says. "How was it?"

"Uh, wet? I don't know. Messy. Good. I like Prompto." Noct's voice gets quieter. "It was only one kiss. I didn't want to-- I was afraid I might--"

"Do you have feelings for him?" Ignis asks, a little hesitantly. This could certainly introduce some complications.

"I don't know. Maybe. But I can't anyway so I just-- laughed it off, and he was okay with it, and we didn't do it again."

"I see. And has there been anyone else?"

"No," Noctis says softly. "That's it."

Ignis pushes his glasses up his nose as he thinks about how to proceed. He clears his throat. He's going to have to push through the awkwardness and embarrassment of the subject matter soon or later, so it may as well be sooner. "Do you masturbate?"

Noctis's head jerks up, eyes wide. "What? Um." He blinks a few times, then says, "Specs, you made me watch eight hours of porn videos. Are you seriously asking me that?"

Ignis thinks he may be failing in his attempt not to blush, especially as his stray thoughts from earlier are confirmed. "I'll take that as a yes, then. It's quite healthy, nothing to be ashamed of."

"Uh, sure. They told us that in sex ed in school anyway. I don't really know what difference it makes though."

"Well, you can never hope to have a successful sexual encounter if you don't first know what you enjoy. It's important to communicate with your partner about your preferences. That's-- part of why I brought you the videos. I thought you might want to see what appeals to you the most." Ignis pulls out the folder of papers and grabs a pen and notebook, in case he needs to take notes, though he's still not quite certain how this is going to go. "What do you think about when you masturbate?"

He wasn't sure it was possible for Noctis's face to get any redder -- he doesn't have the same fair complexion that his friend Prompto does, after all -- but somehow it does. "I dunno. Nothing much I guess, just -- it just feels good."

"That's fine," he says reassuringly. "Were there any parts of the videos that you particularly liked? There are no wrong answers, here."

Noctis stares down at his knees. ". . . I liked the kissing. And when they were-- making out, I guess? When they still had their clothes on."

"Do you find that you prefer women? Or men?" It's a bit of a loaded question, when they both know that Noctis is going to be tasked with producing an heir at some point. If he has no interest in women it could cause some problems later, but Ignis is fairly certain he's seen Noctis ogling female celebrities in movies, so he doesn't think that's the case.

"Uh, both? I think?" He glances up at Ignis, then down again. "There were things I liked in all of the videos. And--"

"And?"

"And some things that I didn't really get." Ahh, finally, Ignis has reached the point they've been headed towards: finding out what Noctis actually wants to know.

"I'm not surprised," he says. "I'm sure your class didn't cover all of the different sex acts. Please, tell me what you found confusing and perhaps I can explain."

"Well-- Okay, first of all, all of the guys in the videos had really big--" Noctis makes a vague, somewhat lewd gesture that gets his point across quite clearly. "Like way bigger than me, but I thought in school they said that the range of normal sizes was smaller."

"Ah, yes, of course. I should have mentioned in my notes, but the physiques of porn stars aren't exactly reflective of most people. The men they hire are hired specifically for their large penises, as the women I'm sure you noticed have particularly large breasts. Pornography is frequently not reflective of real life."

"Well if it's not reflective of real life, then why did you give it to me? Instead of . . . "

Noctis has a point, but Ignis doesn't think they need to go there yet. "While there are many unrealistic aspects of it, it does do a good job of illustrating various positions and anatomy features. I'm sure you noticed some differences between the content of the videos and the handouts I gave you."

"Yeah, like you gave me five pages about consent and then in the video the woman just starts stripping down in front of the electrician?"

Ignis clears his throat. "For example."

"Okay then, let's go back to the kissing. Is that part realistic? It looks really-- nice, but then, there's lots of tongue, and saliva, and isn't it kind of gross? And how do you do it anyway? The one time I tried, it was good, but it was also a lot of like, noses and teeth and stuff. How do you breathe?"

It's not exactly something easy to explain. Ignis's first real kiss had been with one of the other Crownsguard recruits, and it had definitely been awkward to start. He didn't really get the hang of it until they'd been stealing moments to make out in empty conference rooms for at least a couple of weeks. "I'm afraid that's something that's rather easier to demonstrate than to describe," he says, a little hesitantly.

"So kiss me," Noctis says, the blue of his eyes standing out against the pink of his cheeks. "It wouldn't be my first." It's not horribly inappropriate if it's for educational purposes, is it? Ignis can't help his gaze traveling down to Noctis's mouth, his lips plump and inviting.

Ignis takes a breath. It's just a kiss. "Very well," he says, "but you must tell me if you want to stop." He puts his hand on Noctis's face, tilting his head for a better angle, then leans in and presses their lips together. He starts slowly, mouth closed, gentle pressure against Noctis's lips which are every bit as soft as they look. Pulling back, he opens his eyes to check in on Noctis. Noctis's eyes are still closed, and his lips are slightly parted as he leans forward for more. Ignis presses in again, slotting his mouth against Noctis's, lips parted but still no tongue.

When he pulls back again, he tells Noctis, "Try to make your lips a little firmer. I'm going to use tongue this time, alright?"

"Yeah," Noctis breathes, "alright," and when Ignis kisses him again it's a little bit better, Noctis's mouth a little less slack, and when his tongue slides into Noctis's mouth, Noctis meets him there.

It turns out that Noctis is a very quick learner, and after a while, Ignis realizes with a start that he's forgotten all about what he's supposed to be teaching and is just kissing Noctis for the pleasure of it. He pulls away, opening his eyes to see that Noctis is breathing hard, lips wet and pink, eyes dilated. Sitting back to put some space between them, Ignis says, "How was that?"

"Great," Noctis says, then blinks and says, "I mean, I think I'm starting to get the idea."

"Why don't we leave it here for tonight, then," Ignis says, suddenly feeling like he needs some space. "I've got meetings tomorrow, but I can come by again Wednesday. I'd like you to write down all of the things you had questions about. If there are specific scenes in the videos that are relevant, write down the time stamps so we can review them." He stands up and starts packing up his things, trying not to move too quickly.

"Okay," Noctis says. Ignis already has his hand on the door when Noctis says, "Hey, Ignis?"

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Uhm, thanks. I know this isn't really-- this shouldn't really be part of your job."

"Noctis," Ignis says sincerely, "you are my job."

Please?

*gleeful whisper * oh my god... this is amazing... @v@

Oh darn it...

I have way too many fics I'm working on but...you've caught my interest. I will try to fill this.

yessss I love how this is developing (and all the flustered Ignis). /o/ These updates brighten my day!

Prompto leans down and licks a stripe up his dick. Noctis makes a truly embarrassing noise, his head dropping back against his pillow. From this angle he can see the clench of Prompto's slit, slick dribbling down onto Noctis's chin. Noctis kisses his folds, spreads Prompto's slick back and forth with his tongue and fingers as Prompto's mouth works warm and wet around his dick, and it's so fucking good.

Noctis jerks his hips up when Prompto does something amazing with his tongue, and Prompto coughs, chokes and keeps on going, taking Noctis in so deep that Noctis can't even think straight, base and single-purposed, thrusts up a little harder as Prompto swallows sharply, then again, again, again until he spills into Prompto's mouth and Prompto's thighs start trembling, needy and desperate.

"Noct," Prompto says, his voice rough, as he pulls himself up and turns around, sits himself on Noctis's belly and gathers up the strings of jizz spilling down his chin with his fingers and sucks them into his mouth like some kind of delicacy. It's the hottest thing he's ever seen. "Fingers, fingers, inside, c'mon-"

Noctis lets Prompto guide his hands between his legs, slips a finger inside the wet heat of Prompto's slit and touches Prompto's dick with his other hand. It's just the right size for his palm to wrap around it completely, so he makes a fist and lets it slide back and forth, until Prompto makes those pretty gasping moans and starts rolling his hips against Noctis's finger, and he says, "More, another one, Noct, c'mon, faster," like a demand.

"Uhh," Noctis says, and slides another finger into Prompto, not really sure what to do.

Prompto makes a breathless noise that's just this side of frustrated, says, "Is this your first time?"

"Yes?"

"Okay," he says, "Okay, okay. Move your fingers, circles, that's it- ohhh, that's, that's good, Noct, mmhm-"

Noctis is hard again. He's so hard he thinks he can cut diamonds with his dick, and Prompto writhes and screams while he rides his fingers and god, that's so hot, Prompto's just gorgeous all over.

"Harder harder harder, Noct, harder!" Prompto tugs on Noctis's wrists, an order, until Noctis thrusts his fingers in and out so fast it's almost violent, and Prompto rolls his hips, his slit clenching down hard around Noctis's fingers and he comes, shaking, trembling from the aftershocks as his orgasm drips wetly against Noctis's skin.

They're both panting. Prompto flops backwards, unceremoniously, spreading his thighs pointedly, kind of lazily, gesturing between his legs like 'hi, figure it out on your own', and it's not exactly difficult. His dick, Prompto's slit, everyone's happy.

"Fuck- I, can we- I want-" Noctis babbles, not knowing what sentences are anymore. "If we just- if I- fuck!"

Prompto laughs. "Go for it, Prince Charming," he says, low and amused. "Put some of that lube on first. I'm don't produce that much slick when I'm not in heat."

"Okay," Noctis says, throat bone dry. "Okay, okay. We're making this happen. I've never done this before! And I'm kinda freaking out, haha holy shit!"

"Shh," Prompto says. He tugs Noctis down, lets Noctis tuck his face against the crook of his neck, breathing his scent in until he calms down a little, and everything doesn't seem so bad and intense. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Noctis says. "Yeah, yeah, yes. I'm okay. I'm okay."

"Are you really?" Prompto cards his fingers through Noctis's hair, scratching at his scalp soothingly.

"Yeeaaahh," Noctis groans. "Just- first time jitters. Don't laugh if I straight up nut when I put it in, okay. I'm a fragile virgin."

"I promise to try my best," Prompto snickers. He kisses Noctis on his cheekbone, lips glancing off skin brief and sweet.

"Okay," Noctis says. "Okay. Doing this! Definitely. Doing this. Right now!"

"Go slow," Prompto says, scratching gently at Noctis's scalp again. "I won't go anywhere. Promise."

"Yeah, Prompto, my first and foremost concern is that you'll just get up and leave," Noctis says. "Yep. That's it. Nail, head."

Prompto rolls his eyes. "That's not what I meant and you know it, asshole."

"Ooohhh," Noctis says. "You meant like, emotionally. Ooohhh."

"I'm leaving you," Prompto deadpans, but he's laughing a little, which means he doesn't mean it. Probably. He probably doesn't mean it.

"But don't you like me and my body?" Noctis whines, rubbing his head against Prompto's shoulder. Prompto laughs, swats at him, then tugs him down so that their bodies are pressed together.

"Your body, definitely," Prompto says. "Don't know about that other part..."

"Prompto Argentum, how dare you," Noctis laughs. "I am your prince, you disrespectful little shit!"

Prompto bursts out into half-hysterical laughter. "Oh my god, Noct!" He tries to hide his smile behind his hand. Noctis pulls it away, tangles their fingers together, pressing a kiss against Prompto's wrist.

"High praise, but I'll take it, darling," Noctis says. He leans down to kiss the back of Prompto's hand.

Prompto's blush spreads across his cheekbones. "Dude, I don't know if I wanna kiss you for being romantic or hit you for that joke."

"Kisses only please," Noctis says, pursing his lips into a ridiculous duckface. "Hey, Prompto, look at my sexy face."

"Stop!" Prompto laughs so hard he snorts. It's cute. Very cute. So extremely cute. "Noct! Seriously, stop it! My ribs hurt, and if they hurt more, there'll be no sex happening!"

"We don't want that," Noctis says, as solemnly as he can manage, before losing it, dissolving into snickers. "Sorry. Sorry, sorry. Sexy times now."

Prompto knees him in the hip, smiling warmly. "Lube up that dick, Your Highness."

"Got it, got it."

Noctis reaches for the lube. He watches Prompto watch him, sprawled there all gorgeous, eyes half-lidded. He smells beautiful.

"I love your scent, you know," Noctis says. Admits, really, a small secret shared while he rubs the lube between his hands and then on his dick.

Prompto dips his head a little, steadily turning pinker. "Yours too. I mean. I like the way you- ghh. Never mind."

"What, what? Finish your sentence, Prom, don't leave me hanging."

"You... kinda smell like pepper. I- I like it."

"That's just your love of spicy food talking, isn't it," Noctis laughs.

"Maybe," Prompto says. "Maaaaybe."

"Dork," Noctis says. He nudges Prompto's shoulder with his nose, arms braced around his head, careful not to accidentally snag on Prompto's hair, spread out across his pillow prettily.

It's such a contrast. Noctis's dark sheets and Prompto's bright hair. His freckles like stars on his skin. Sunshine in his bed.

Prompto loops his arms around Noctis's shoulders and pulls him in. Their noses touch before their mouths do, and Noctis feels Prompto smiling.

"The mood's back," Noctis says. "You feel that? The mood is definitely back."

"If you mean your dick rubbing against me," Prompto says. "Then yeah, definitely! I feel it."

"Smartass," Noctis says.

"Talking bout yourse- mmmph!"

Noctis leans down to kiss him again, just to shut him up. Then he kisses Prompto again, because he kinda wants to. And again, and again, and again.

"Condoms?" Noctis pants against Prompto's skin.

"Not unless you want to," Prompto says. "Lucian technology is amazing!" He turns his wrist to show Noctis the little medical patch stuck on his skin. "See? I got the patch!"

"Cool," Noctis says. He raises himself up a bit to look down between their bodies, stroking his dick firmly, rubbing it against Prompto's slit. It's slick and warm, and Prompto sort of gasps and shudders, spreading his thighs a little more.

"Noooct," Prompto groans. "Hurry up!"

"Yeah," Noctis says, too eager to say anything witty and annoying. "Yeah, yeah, coming right up."

Prompto whines, arching his back, rolls his hips up against Noctis, catching the tip of his dick with his slit. Noctis watches Prompto throw his head back, baring his neck, and he immediately presses his teeth into his forearm.

"Noct," Prompto says, his hips rolling, rolling, until he loses his patience and lines Noctis's dick up against himself and sinks down, gets the tip inside.

Noctis groans, drooling all over his arm. "Prom," Noctis manages to get out, "Prom, Prompto. Your neck, don't, I can't-"

It feels so fucking good. Prompto is so good around his dick, the sweet clench of his slit and the trembling of his thighs against Noctis's hips, the way he stutters out his moans, quiet, shy. It's amazing- everything is amazing. Prompto is so amazing, so soft and wet and hot.

"Good," Prompto murmurs, his fingers clenched in Noctis's hair, tugging a little too harshly. Noctis hisses, and his grip goes slack, and Prompto turns his face up to kiss Noctis apologetically. "Nnffh, Noct, that's good, yeah, like that, ohhh-"

The heat of everything travels down low, the base of his dick tingling where his knot is swelling, and he feels that giddy rush of pleasure that makes him all stupid, incapable of anything other than grinding his hips forwards sharply into Prompto. He braces an arm against the mattress, the sheets slipping as he bats them away, annoyed, his other hand crawling down to grip at Prompto's hip.

He moans, a little helplessly, his entire body already shaking, his muscles locking together, tense, ready to knot his sweet, beautiful omega, that unhappy urgency slowly fading, left only with the building warmth and the sharp gorgeous scent of Prompto's arousal all around him.

He sighs blissfully, kissing at Prompto's freckled shoulder, licks at his jaw and throat, careful to keep his teeth away.

"Knot me already, Noct," Prompto says, wriggling a little impatiently. "Good boy, good boy Noct, you're doing so good-"

There's that sharp thrill that turns all his organs at once- the base need for approval, for praise, and all his muscles go tight with the satisfying ache of holding himself up when Prompto moans his name just that little bit louder, and he whines, makes a short sharp little thrust, shoving his knot inside Prompto, who startles and claws down his back and screams.

It's so good that he slumps down against Prompto, for a bit- goes limp when Prompto clamps down around his dick, locking them together. The tension in his belly unravels, little by little, Prompto's fingers tensing and relaxing against his shoulders, smoothing down his shoulder blades then back up again, a senseless little pattern.

"This is going better than I expected," Prompto says, breathing hard.

"Yeah?" Noctis mumbles, breathing even harder. "Am I good at this sex thing or what?"

"I'll give you a six out of ten," Prompto says. He wiggles a bit, testing out their lock. "Your knot feels- really nice. Really, really nice. Could improve on technique, though."

"Uh," Noctis says, "Rude? I'm trying my best here. Fragile virgin, remember?"

"I guess even the prince can't be naturally gifted at everything," Prompto sighs, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically.

Noctis pinches Prompto's nose. Prompto yelps, swatting his hand away, pouting in mock hurt.

"So we'll practice," Noctis says, before his brain can catch up with his big, stupid mouth, God he is so fucking dumb, why did he say that. But then he chances a look at Prompto and Prompto is smiling, blushing, looking like he's happy with what Noctis just implied. It makes Noctis relax, just a tiny bit.

"Yeah?" Prompto says. His voice is soft, warm and Noctis wants to map the curve of his smile against his lips.

"Yeah," Noctis says. Promises. He hooks his pinky against Prompto's. "If- if you want to? Uh. No pressure, or anything like that. It's cool if you don't want to! I'm cool- I'm cool with that, I'm-"

"Noct," Prompto says. He sounds like he's trying not to laugh. "Dude, calm down. I like you too."

"Okay," Noctis says. "Okay, good, that's good. Great. Because if you didn't say what you just said I think I would've died of embarrassment."

Prompto rolls his eyes. His hands shift, holding on tightly, and Noctis has just the right amount of time to realise what he's going for when Prompto surges upwards, knocks Noctis off his knees onto his ass, settling his weight on their knot, sinking down so hard that Noctis loses all of his brain functionality, all at once.

"That's good and all," Prompto gasps, his hips grinding down in a slow, sweet back and forth, "But this- this is better. Focus on this, okay? Sex first, future plans later."

"Wow," Noctis says, very faintly. "Wow. Okay. Uh, do I-"

"Don't move," Prompto hisses. "Don't. Move. Stay right there, right there right there-"

Noctis doesn't know what to do with his hands. He settles for gripping at Prompto's hips, tilting his head back to rest on the pillow. It's good like this- Prompto huffing and moaning on top of him, his belly heavy with contentment. He smooths his palms over hot skin and sharp hips, licking over his teeth in attempt to sooth his aching gums.

It doesn't work. Noctis whines, bucking up, instinct taking over, trying to get Prompto to flip over and let him bite, let him fuck into his sweet warmth and let him sink his teeth in- even with a little voice in the back of his head telling him to knock it off, sounding suspiciously like Ignis, he wants, he wants-

Prompto bares all his teeth and hisses right up against Noctis's face. It's like a cold splash of water, terrifying and unpleasant. He shrinks backwards timidly, going limp under Prompto's hands.

"Be good," Prompto says, sternly, tapping Noctis's nose with a finger. "Got it, Noct? Be good. Stay still."

Noctis gropes for some semblance of higher functioning and finds none. He makes a vaguely affirmative noise, sighing happily when Prompto pets his hair, murmuring affectionately, "Good boy, good boy, you're mine, you're mine, mine, mine-"

"Mmm," Noctis mumbles, as Prompto's hips starts moving a little faster, a little more urgently, and it feels better, exciting, pleasure building up, coiling pleasantly through him.

Don't you tell me that he isn't biggest Promptis shipper in game. He basically called Prompto heart's desire of Noctis and treated him as love interest in distress.

Ardyn is crazy promptis fangirl, of course, he writes promptis a lot. The most stereotypical, horribly clichied promptis, where Prompto is either - useless, whining uke or allmighty prompto-sue (Oracle!Prompto, Prince!Prompto, etc), while Noctis reduced to beautiful emotional sponge with personality of that one sparkly vampire from Twillight. Ardyn's prose is very flowery, something straight out of your grandma's favorite romance novels.

Ardyn shares his fics and ideas with almost everyone from Empire. He discussed about omegaverse with Verstael, he asked Ravus to bet his fics. Bonus points if Aranea secretly likes his stories (like Cassandra from DAI). When Empire is no more, Ifrit become the poor victim of his talent.

Might be done in 5+1 format.

AU where MTs aren't straight-up clones infected with plasmodium, but made from breeding clones with daemons. The clones are modified to be able to successfully breed with daemons and then kept constantly pregnant until they die or turn into daemons themselves from plasmodium exposure.

When Ardyn captures Prompto, he decides to give him a taste of the fate that would have been his if he hadn't been rescued as a baby.

+Ardyn doses Prompto up with aphrodisiacs to make it as physically pleasurable as possible; he wants Prompto to suffer the psychological torment of getting off on being impregnated by a daemon.
++Accelerated, inhuman pregnancy.
+++Up to you whether Prompto is eventually rescued or not, and what state he's in if he is.

Prompto decides it would be a good idea to go up the big scary looking dog owned by an equally scary looking ninja dude and start petting it and say thing like "Whosa good boy.

Gladio and Ignis noticed. Noctis noticed too and well, he felt a bit differently about it. Prompto apparently had lost a contact lense and had resorted to wearing his old glasses again. He brought them along the trip just in case something like this happened. Noctis had never seen him in glasses before and maybe he's getting a little red in the face and his palms are sweaty and his heart is hammering against his chest.

Maybe he's just a wee bit turned on by them.
The prince had a small crush on Prompto and glasses weren't helping his feelings. The glasses framed the blonde's face so well and it accented his already pronounced freckles even more. He looked so cute in those frames in Noctis’s eye but the prince wasn't going to think this. No, he can't give in to impulses. He didn't even know if Prompto had a crush on him so he definitely didn't want to make their already good friendship weird.

The were all sitting around the camp and it was about midday. They finished all of their early morning hunts so now they had time to relax for a couple hours before they were back on the road. Ignis was making some food to eat and Prompto and Gladio played King's Knight together. Noctis didn't realize it but he was staring. Staring into those framed blue eyes. He thought about those blue eyes looking up to him behind those glasses all pleadingly as he rammed his cock down his-

No, no giving in to impulses.

The food was served and Noctis did his best to focus on his food. He failed though. He watched Prompto's every movement. Gladio nudged him and smirked and he glared back at the shield with a flushed face. He fixed his view back on his food and ate it while giving small glances towards the blonde. They soon finished up and they decided to go out and get some supplies before they had to leave in a few hours. Ignis had insisted that they didn't need all of them to go along and voted that him and Noctis should go causing the prince to groan in annoyance. Gladio spoke up though and said he'll go instead and winked at Noctis, wiggling his eyebrows and the prince tried to suppress the blush forming on his face. Ignis took note of this but disregarded it and he and Gladio were off.

The youngest were left at camp and they sat in the chairs in complete silence on opposite sides of the haven. Prompto was on his phone while Noctis tried his best not to look into his general direction. Fuck, those glasses were just so cute on him. He stares. He's stares for a while until Prompto notices and waves over to him.

“Hey buddy! What's up? You're staring off into space which is totally something you don't do. What's eatin’ atcha?” Prompto asked with the smile that could literally bring sunshine to any gloomy day. Noctis gulps and he just shakes his head and stayed silent. The blonde got up from his seat and walked over towards where Noctis was sitting.

Great.

Those not so clean thought were circling through Noctis’s head right now as Prompto sat down next to him and nudged him.

“Come on dude, talk. You aren't usually this reclusive especially not with you best friend… did I do something…?” Prompto asked in a worry voice this time and damn it, Noctis made Prompto feel bad which was something he definitely didn't want to do. He knew Prompto had some validation issues and not responding would make this the opposite of where Noctis is trying to get this to go.

“N-no it's not you it's just… your glasses… I like them…” The prince's face flushed and Prompto eyes grew wide and his cheeks were tinted red.

“Oh… uh… Thanks…” He scratched the back of his head and let out a chuckle. “Ya know, If you liked my glasses so much you could have told me you dork.” That small laugh almost broke Noctis. He was getting more and more turned on and he shouldn't be turned on by his best friend's laugh; his best friend's glasses; his best friend in general. Gods, Prompto was just so cute.

“Y-yeah… No problem and sorry for acting all weird.” He let out a nervous laugh and Prompto laughed with him. Fuck, this was difficult and maybe he should stay quiet now because he didn't want his voice to start cracking. Noctis also didn't want the blonde knowing he was having a- erm growing problem. The silence thickened with either one of them speaking up after the revelation of the glasses talk.

He senses Prompto getting up, probably to get his phone, but he grabs at his arm pausing his movements. The impulses were taking over. His body and mind were working on their own right now but it seemed Prompto didn't resist. The blonde turned to him and they met eye to framed eye. Noctis pulled his arm to get him closer which turned into him grabbing his shirt to get him closer before kissing the blonde hard. Again, Prompto didn't resist, if anything he kissed back. Prompto was in his lap now and they made out with each other. Teeth clashed and tongues intertwined, as their lips were briefly in use.

Noctis was definitely hard now and Prompto pressed closed to him which just made him even harder. They pull away to catch their breath and Prompto smiled at him. Noctis was definitely gonna lose it if the blonde kept looking so damn cute.

“Dude if you wanted to kiss me so badly you could have just asked.” He said teasingly before going in for another heated kiss. His arms draped over Noctis’s shoulders and the prince had his hands on the blonde's hips. They stayed like this just kissing each other passionately. Noctis moved his hip up slowly, experimentally against the blonde which elicited a soft moan from him. Prompto pulled back and began to get up from his lap which made Noctis look confused. His confused face pulled a smirk when Prompto got on his knee in front of him and began to undo his pants.

“Hey y-you don't have to-”

“I want to. It may come as a surprise, but I've wanted to do this for a while now. Now sit back and enjoy.” Noctis said nothing else after that and just relaxed in his chair. Prompto started to take his glasses off and the prince stopped him.

“Leave those on.” He told him and Prompto obliged. The blonde easily undid his pants and pulled them and the boxers down to the prince's thighs making the hardened dick spring free. He nuzzled it at first before kissing all over it which made the man above sigh. His tongue was in use now and he licked the underside, following the vein that led to his balls and licking them lightly. He goes back up to lick the head, wiggling his tongue over the slit and soon took the head in his mouth. Noctis took a sharp intake of breath and placed his hand on the blonde's shoulders. Prompto sucked hard on the head before sinking a bit further down his dick. He hummed around what was in his mouth and that shot up through the prince. A hand came up to stroke the part not in his mouth and he started up a slow, languid rhythm.

Noctis was already losing his mind. Prompto, his best friend, was blowing him and it was fucking fantastic. Prompto took more of his length down and moaned when it hit the back of his throat. Noctis let out a groan himself and move one if his hands into those blonde strands. Prompto moved all the way until he was at the base and looked up to the prince with big, pleading framed eyes. Fuck, Noctis involuntarily bucks his hips up and he feels bad for the choking sound he heard, but Prompto kept it up. The blonde sucked and bobbed his head back and forth, his cheeks flushed and precum mixed saliva dripped down his chin. His glasses were a bit askew but he kept up his space and bobbing. Noctis was already on the brink of orgasm and Prompto sped up his movements. The prince was groaning a bit louder and his legs started shaking. Noctis felt bad again when his hip started moving as he practically faced fuck Prompto. This felt good and he was so close.

Prompto got into it though. He was also hard and he reached down to undo his pants, letting his own member free as he strokes it hard. He moaned around Noctis’s dick as he reaches for his own climax. He does so very quickly and he moans heavily around Noctis and came in his hand and on the ground beneath him. His movements never ceased as he eagerly kept up his slurping and sucking. He knew Noctis was close.

“Fuck! I'm gonna cum!” Noctis voiced out and Prompto pulled off, jerking him hard and fast to his completion. The prince moaned out a string of swears and Prompto's name upon his lips as he came in heavy spurts over Prompto's face. Some got on his glasses and even under the lense. He licked away some cum from his face and grimaced at the taste. Noctis was breathing heavily as Prompto worked him through his release he too was breathing hard. They both came down from their high and Noctis began laughing.

“Dude if you wanted to blow me you could have asked a long time ago. That was so fucking good.” Noctis said and soon Prompto started laughing.

“Didn't know if asking ‘hey can I give you a blow job’ was appropriate. Also side note, you taste disgusting. You should totally eat more fruits.” Noctis rolled his eyes.

“Maybe for you if you'd do that again some day. Now it may be weird but your glasses are very hot on you. Wear them more often.”

“What so I can give you awkward boners at the wrong time? Actually, that'll be fucking hilarious. Maybe I'll consider.” They both laughed and soon got up to cleaned themselves off before the other two returned and asked questions. They both knew they had to talk about there um new relationship if that's what they want to call it. But for now, they'll wait it out.

Ignis and Gladio returner and both Noctis and Prompto were on their phones playing King's Knight. They were laughing like friend do really, nothing out of the ordinary. Gladio looked to Noctis with a smirk and Noctis just rolled his eyes but smiled. He then looked to Prompto who looked back at his phone blushing. Ignis eyed the three knowing something was up but just disregarded it. He sat some supplies down where Prompto was sitting and something caught his eye.

“Prompto, if I may ask, what is on your glasses? I can clean them if you like.” The blonde eye widened and his face flushed dark red. Noctis was in between laughing and screaming because this would be embarrassing to explain. Gladio just laughed out and Ignis grew even more confused.

“I… Uh… I got it… Thanks…” Prompto squeaked out and got up quickly to get his glasses cleaner.

“I'll help…” Noctis got up to and went with him. Ignis was left there with furrowed eyebrows and Gladio step to him and patted him on the shoulder.

“Is there something I don't know?” Ignis asked and Gladio let out another laugh.

“Yeah and maybe we should go before you find out what's going on.” Gladio spoke and Ignis looked to him. They both soon left and he didn't hear it but there was a soft moan that could be heard that Gladio definitely heard.

Damn, glasses really were a good thing.

High School AU in which Prompto and/or Noctis to be bored in class and they just start texting each other out if the blue. It starts out simple until one them sends a not so innocent message. (Established relationship)

+If they are in different classes, one them sends how much they want to see the other.

+Wanting to see turns into wanting to kiss

++Which turns into wanting to fuck

+++Completely filthy messages to one another that they both are trying not the blush and get caught by a teacher.

++++One sends a dick pic from the bathroom and the other comes in immediately and they make out heavily, which is all they can do for now

+++++After school is over they go back and do EVERYTHING they said to one another

OP and ahhh this is everything I wanted! I love their silly banter (yes, Prompto, you should absolutely give Noct awkward boners at the wrong time) thank you A!anon for bringing more glasses!Prom to the world 👌

~~haha nvm about the canon item I just went with a hi-potion~~

hi, sorry if gross pwp isn't what you had in mind for punishment, but the idea wouldn't leave me alone. > <; So this ended up being about Ardyn using light mind control/magic of suggestion to get Noctis to submit to being fucked by a rando stall-owner as punishment. There's only a little hands-on Ardyn/Noct (Ardyn gives him a handjob ;)

warning: very dubious consent (but YMMV)

Call the Shots

When the princeling—ah, king—plucked a can of hi-potion from a stall in Lestallum's marketplace without the slightest intention of paying for it, Ardyn stepped in.

"Really, Noctis. Already so adept at stealing from the peasantry? I hadn't picked you for a tyrant," he said.

Noctis spun around. "What!? You!"

"Yes, it is I, the man of little consequence."

"What do you want?"

"I'm so glad you asked. I'm here to humbly remind Your Majesty that everything has a price. Or do you have so little feeling for your taxpayers?"

"What?"

"You there, good sir. This young man took a hi-potion from your stall without paying for it. Do you deny it?"

"Hey, yeah that's mine! You're stealing from me now? Let me see what's in your pockets."

"I'm not stealing!" Noctis hissed, glancing around nervously. "Look, don't I have a tab or something? Ignis'll pay for it later. Why're you making this into a big deal?"

"Come along, dear boy," Ardyn said, draping an arm over Noctis's shoulders. "This is not something to be carried out in public, unless you prefer a good old-fashioned town-square punishment?"

"What the fuck—!?" Noctis squawked, while Ardyn began dragging him towards a nearby building.

The stall-owner followed, quite oblivious to his unattended stall. So practical when humans had weaknesses that were easily exploited by a little daemonic influence. The man's gaze had been following Noctis around the market the whole time. Not at all subtle. This particular man—somewhat middle-aged—had a certain taste for pretty, slender, naive young men. People these days seemed to have a word for that—twonk, twing? In Ardyn's day, Noctis would have been one of those gorgeous haughty youths a king or noble with good taste would be longing to employ as a page. Alas, Ardyn no longer felt strong desires for the physical pleasures of the world. Though truthfully he might still make an exception for the pretty little king. It was far more droll to influence the dear simple people around him to acts of infamy. The daemons quite agreed.

The stall-owner had keys to a storeroom in a nearby warehouse that would give them some privacy.

"I'm sorry, okay?!" Noctis spluttered as Ardyn shoved him into the room.

It was something like a break-room combined with an office and storage. It had a tiny kitchenette, an office desk, a few chairs, and shelves full of boxes and other merchandise. The only window was high and narrow, and covered in grime. Plenty of privacy, and a few options for surfaces to fuck on. Ardyn nodded to himself as he glanced around.

The stall-owner still looked annoyed. "Why would you even bother lifting something like this?" he said, waving the hi-potion in Noctis's face.

Noctis's expression scrunched up with frustration. "I'm telling you, I didn't mean to steal it. I can pay you back. I just don't have the money on me right now, okay?"

The stall-owner clicked his tongue. "Well, I guess this was your first offence; so we don't need to get the police involved."

Ardyn placed his hands on Noctis's shoulders from behind, and lightly squeezed. The startled shiver than ran through Noctis as he whipped his head around was delightful.

"My dear boy, how do you intend to pay this gentleman back when you have no ready cash? Do you suppose he can trust you to go find some money without running off?" Ardyn said.

Noctis fished his phone out of his pocket, while saying, "Look, if I text Iggy he'll—"

Ardyn plucked the phone out of his hand and pocketed it. Noctis just looked stunned for a moment.

"You rely on others to solve all your problems. Is that how you intend to rule?" Ardyn asked innocently.

"Now, now. I'm sure we can reach an agreement," the stall-owner said.

He slid a hand up Noctis's chest and squeezed lightly, making the young man freeze up.

The stall-owner continued: "In this case, I'm willing to let the whole thing slide and forget about it… but first I think you need to be punished. Learn this lesson with your body."

One hand was still on Noctis's chest, and he raised the other to Noctis's ass to squeeze it.

"No way! What the fuck?!" Noctis spat out.

Noctis jerked away from the touch in shock, but Ardyn was blocking him from moving far. He hummed his agreement with the plan, satisfied with the performance he was drawing out of the stall-owner. Noctis's reactions of confusion and fear were nice too.

Noctis was trembling and seemed disoriented. For a moment he glanced up at Ardyn, looking so young and lost it was a revelation. Ardyn wondered if he'd really never been sexually harassed before. He was so handsome, pretty even. But he looked severely knocked off-balance by the realization that anyone would grope him and threaten him for sex.

Ardyn gently stroked the back of his hand down Noctis's cheek, putting a hint of enervation and mollifying magic into the touch. He wanted Noctis more pliant and agreeable, though still lucid enough that his reactions weren't simply controlled by Ardyn.

"This reasonable gentleman is offering you a chance to solve your own problems for a change. And your friends need never know about your little shopping mishap," Ardyn said.

Noctis frowned. "And what if I don't? You can't stop me from leaving here. You don't have the right to— I'm—"

"You're the king, and that makes everything you do right?"

"No! That's not what I meant..." Noctis said.

"Then you should compensate this man in the best way you can." Ardyn added another caress of magic, and Noctis's eyelids drooped, his eyes going unfocused. Perhaps a little too much, but it would do for now. Noctis wasn't fully under Ardyn's control in any case.

"That's right," the stall-owner said, pawing at Noctis's again. "Here's your chance to make up for your mistake. I'll even let you keep the hi-potion if you need it that bad."

Noctis was still hesitating, chewing his lip, but then he grumbled, "Okay."

Looking up at Ardyn, he asked, "So… what should I…?"

"On your knees, dear boy."

There was a little internal struggle, but then Noctis slowly sank to his knees on the carpeted floor. So ungainly, but his beauty could lend a sense of grace to almost anything he did. The uncertain way he looked up through his thick eyelashes while he rested his palms on Ardyn's thighs could have probably broken the self-control of a lesser man.

Ardyn chuckled, faintly delighted, but corrected Noctis. "The other way, my dear." He made a spinning motion with his hand, and Noctis clicked. Was it just Ardyn's imagination or did his face fall? Interesting.

There was already a tent in the stall-owner's trousers, and when Noctis was facing him on his knees, the man lost no time opening his fly and pulling out his erection. It would do—not too large, but still enough that Noctis would need to put in some effort to take it all in. The stall-owner gripped his cock in one hand, and Noctis's head in the other. He rubbed his dick against Noctis's cheek, while Noctis flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. His lips were a tight line.

"Smell that? I've been sweating all day, working my ass off to sell the stuff you think you can just steal," the stall-owner hissed. "Taste it. Maybe you'll learn your lesson."

He rubbed the head over Noctis's lips, until they parted a little, and Noctis tentatively licked the underside near the tip. The man's dick twitched, and Noctis's cheeks were burning red.

"Push the skin back from the head and clean up that sweat. Really get your tongue in there, boy. Lick off every bit of grime you can find," the man said.

He groaned when Noctis raised a shaky hand to push at the foreskin with his slender fingers. He made Noctis wrap his hand around the shaft, moving it to stroke him. Meanwhile Noctis continued licking around the head of his cock, and then down along a large vein. Tired of only being licked, the man held the back of Noctis's head, and with his other hand guided his cock between Noctis's lips.

"Mmmph!?"

Noctis tried to reel back for a moment, startled by suddenly having his mouth filled. But the man didn't let him back off.

"Suck it in deeper. I'm not letting you off the hook easy," the stall-owner said.

Drool started to escape the corners of Noctis's mouth and dripped down the man's hard length.

"Come on, boy. Take it all in. That's it."

The man groaned watching Noctis's stretched lips almost reach his pubes. Noctis choked, and the man let him ease off a bit, but not enough for his lips to pop off his dick. After a moment of letting Noctis swallow and relax his throat, the man pushed him back down to the base.

The stall-owner grunted. "Faster. Bob your head. And suck in your cheeks. Suck hard!"

Noctis gurgled and hummed. There were unshed tears making his eyelashes damp. With the man keeping a hold on his hair, he started a bobbing rhythm, his flushed cheeks hollowed.

"That's it. Good… keep that up," the man panted.

Noctis's soft reddened lips were shiny with spit and pre-cum, and he looked so resigned to being used. Ardyn tilted his head and watched Noctis's pretty blue eyes squeeze shut while the man kept pounding into his throat. The stall-owner was panting, sweating, his greedy gaze on Noctis's face.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is working retail!? The service industry is hard enough without thieves like you."

The stall-owner seemed to enjoy watching Noctis struggle with the pace and lack of control; Noctis was huffing through his nose, and shuddered when the man pushed him all the way down and held him there. Unsure of what to do with his hands, and needing to keep his balance while the man's thrusts jolted him, Noctis had clung onto the man's jeans. The way his fingers twitched and curled helplessly told more than his sulky face. The little king was quite a sight.

"Ngh! Gonna come. Take it like a good boy," the stall-owner gasped out.

"Mmf!?"

"This is your punishment, remember?"

The stall-owner pulled out just enough that he could get a hand around his shaft to jerk himself off. Oh, he was going to come in Noctis's mouth. Ardyn approved.

With a hold in Noctis's hair, the stall-owner rocked forward into Noctis's mouth a few more times before tensing up and spilling over Noctis's tongue. Ardyn saw the moment Noctis felt it—his pale fingers digging into denim; his head trying to pull back; the spasms of his pale throat; eyebrows scrunched and eyelashes full of tears; the shivers that ran through the length of his narrow body. The muffled noise Noctis made sounded like a sob.

The stall-owner groaned deeply as he slowly pulled his dick from between Noctis's lips. Noctis's mouth hung open, his tongue covered in a thick load of cum. A white trail spilled down his chin mixed with saliva.

"How's that taste? Bitter, huh? That's the taste of justice served." The stall-owner smirked down at Noctis.

Noctis seemed to be trying to hold back from gagging or coughing, still not closing his mouth. The man gripped Noctis's chin and forced his mouth to snap shut.

"Now swallow it down. Don't let another drop go to waste. You're meant to be learning a lesson here," the man growled.

"Indeed," Ardyn said lightly, stepping in to place a hand on the man's shoulder. "Nicely done, my friend."

Ardyn touched Noctis's head as well, before disgust could drop Noctis out of his suggestive mood. He was shaking too much to not be on the edge of panic.

"You've done very well, Noctis," Ardyn crooned, still stroking his hair. "But I think you still need to be punished a little more."

Noctis looked wide-eyed and slightly impressed that the stall-owners dick wasn't going soft. Ardyn chuckled to himself. Ah, the joys of daemonic influence and a little revitalization magic.

"Come along, up you get. No need to remain on the floor the entire time." Ardyn held out a hand to Noctis, who cautiously took it.

Noctis stood up shakily, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Now remove your clothes for me, dear boy," Ardyn said.

Noctis regarded him uncertainly for a few seconds, and then slowly moved to obey. He did it with no finesse, seeming rather shy about baring himself, though he had a beautiful lithe body under those baggy garments.

Ardyn was aware that Noctis was no virgin, but his hesitation and clumsiness were spice Ardyn found particularly appealing. One day. One day he would have Noctis begging for him and he would savor the feast.

Noctis stopped when he was standing there in only a t-shirt, and kept his hands in front of his groin.

"You want to leave the shirt on?" Ardyn asked with mock gentleness. He knew about the prominent scars on his back and wasn't surprised. Noctis nodded shyly, stretching the hem of his shirt down towards his thighs.

"All right, Noctis. You may leave the shirt. But turn around for me. Let me see you." Ardyn made a flourish with his hand, and Noctis turned.

Noctis had such a narrow waist and slim hairless legs. Barely any ass, but what was there was firm and smooth, and would make delightful little handfuls to squeeze. Ardyn would need to test this further at some point. Maybe lift Noctis with his hands under his ass, while Noctis wrapped his legs around his hips. Hold Noctis squirming off the ground, and perfectly control the pace and depth Noctis sank onto his cock. Seemed plausible. The poor little king was so lean he probably weighed nothing at all.

"Gorgeous," Ardyn said with perfect honesty.

There was no denying the Lucis Caelums were an attractive bunch. Two-thousand odd years had certainly showed him the truth of that—though he was often feeling too bitter to really appreciate it.

"Now sit up here, Noct." Ardyn carelessly shoved all the papers, pens, folders, and useless knick-knacks off the side of the office desk in one sweep. It was a bit exhilarating to find himself so motivated. The stall-owner moved like he was about to complain, but then he was mollified by the sight of Noctis sitting on the edge of the desk, legs spread.

"Don't you just love a delicious youth spread out for you like a main course?" Ardyn asked the stall-owner, making a gesture of kissing his fingers.

"Sure do." The man chuckled, slowly stroking his dick.

The daemons cackled and chattered at the prospect of the Chosen King being further violated by this nameless peasant. Ardyn hummed in amusement, and called to hand the little bottle of lubricant he had thoughtfully stashed in his magical arsenal recently. Noctis had that kind of effect—making him want to be prepared to take advantage of any tempting situation.

Noctis was half hard, and Ardyn wondered how long he'd been aroused. He was also curious to see how Noctis compared to the rest of the Lucis Caelum line when he was fully hard. It was something of a running joke to him that Lucian kings were well-endowed. He supposed his own cock was more than generously proportionate to his height and build. Noctis was such a slight little creature though.

Ardyn looked down at Noctis's cock and gave it an experimental tug.

"Agh!" Noctis grabbed on to Ardyn's wrist, but let him continue.

Ardyn worked his hand up and down Noctis's cock slowly, feeling the young man’s erection growing. Ardyn loosely ran fingers over his entire length, circled his thumb over the tip of Noctis's cock and picked up pre-cum to smear around. He smiled at Noctis's frustrated groan when he paused to add some actual lube to his palm. The added wetness made Noctis shiver when Ardyn's fingers wrapped back around his cock and squeezed.

"Hm, so you are a grower," Ardyn said, letting Noctis's hard dick slap against his abdomen. The thought of getting his mouth or ass around that held a certain appeal. He'd have to consider more thoroughly later. Right now Ardyn was more interested in watching Noctis get punished.

"Are you ready for the rest of your punishment?" he asked, not particularly interested in an answer.

The stall-owner had been stroking himself while watching, and Ardyn tossed him the lube before taking a seat to resume observing the entertainment. The stall-owner wasted no time slicking up his cock and getting between Noctis's spread legs. Noctis bit his lip to stifle a noise of discomfort when the man hooked his arms under Noctis's knees, to pull him closer and leave him more unbalanced.

"Tell me what a dirty little thief you are," the stall-owner said, red-faced with arousal. He ground against Noctis's ass.

Noctis winced. "I… I'm a dirty little thief."

"You need to be punished, right? You'll accept any punishment. You deserve it. Say it."

"I… I need to be punished. I'll accept any punishment. I d-deserve it."

The man let out a guttural groan. He was rubbing his dick into the crevice of Noctis's ass, working himself up. "Damn right you will, boy. You'll get your punishment and thank me. Now say you want it—say you want to be punished by my big hard dick."

Ardyn was laughing silently behind his hand. Noctis worried his already swollen lower lip. He swallowed hard and glanced at Ardyn as though he'd put a stop to this humiliation. Ardyn sat there at the side of the desk, propping his face on his hand. He was all smiling expectation for the next line. Noctis looked away, blushing even deeper as he mumbled, "Please… punish me w-with your big hard dick."

"You asked for it," the stall-owner gloated.

Noctis yelped when the man pushed into him with one hard thrust.

"Ngh, no!"

"There! It's all the way in." The man took a tighter hold of Noctis's legs, keeping him firmly in place as he started fucking him with harsh deep strokes. Noctis practically wailed and his head fell back.

"Heh, you're totally hard and dripping," the stall-owner said, looking down to watch Noctis's twitching erection, and the way his own dick was pounding into Noctis's cute ass.

"N-no!" Noctis moaned.

"Godsdamn slut. Are you even sorry for what you did?" the stall-owner growled.

"Y-yes!"

Because Noctis had refused to take off his t-shirt, the stall-owner ran his hand under the hem to grope up to Noctis's chest. He found Noctis's nipples and pinched them to make Noctis jolt and cry out. Noctis's unsupported leg slipped down from the table, and the man grunted at how it shifted his position.

He pulled out, and made Noctis stand and bend over the desk instead.

"Stick your ass up more," the man demanded.

He dug his fingers into the pale flesh of Noctis's ass, quickly returning to a punishing hard pace. Their sweaty skin slapped together, and sticky sliding noises filled the room. Noctis's knees seemed to almost buckle several times. His head was hanging low, wisps of hair sticking to his flushed face, eyes shut tight, and mouth hanging open, letting every panting whimper and moan escape. Ardyn found him surprisingly noisy.

Ardyn also had a fine view of Noctis's hard long cock from where he was sitting. With every rough thrust it trembled and dripped clear pre-cum onto the floor. He licked his lips unconsciously, realizing he'd somewhat underestimated Noctis's sex appeal. Seeing him up close—almost close enough to taste the sweat trailing down the side of Noctis's cheek—was not to be compared to the few occasions he'd used magic disguise to peep into the prince's private life. It was also different because Noctis knew he was there, and sometimes glanced in Ardyn's direction with embarrassment. To Ardyn's pleased surprise his own dick was a bit hard, though not enough to bother with now when he wanted to focus on the show.

Noctis gasped shakily when the stall-owner's hands disappeared under his t-shirt again to grope at his chest. The man was breathing hard, and told Noctis to move by himself for awhile, fuck back onto his dick. Noctis barely seemed to have the will to move, but he slowly spread both hands flat on the desk, and started to push his hips back with stuttering movements.

"Come on, if you really want me to forgive you you'd better put your ass into it," the stall-owner said.

Noctis made a frustrated sound in his throat, and tried to move faster, arch his back more enticingly. The position wasn't ideal for it, though the stall-owner didn't seem to mind as long as Noctis was obeying him. He pulled Noctis's ass-cheeks apart with both hands, giving himself a great view.

"Ngh! I… can't—" Noctis whined, panting softly.

"You're doing good, boy. Just keep shaking your ass like that. Gods, your tight little hole is too much, so fucking hot, sucking me in like you can't get enough," the stall-owner babbled between loud groans. "Shit, I'm gonna blow. Alright, time for your final punishment. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum."

"N-no! Not inside. You can't—" Noctis's shook his head, but his hips kept moving.

"It's your punishment, so take it, you damn thief. Here it comes!" The stall-owner gripped Noctis's hips and resumed thrusting hard. His pace was desperate and harsh, making Noctis wail. After a few more moments the man slammed in as far as he could, holding Noctis tight while his balls emptied into Noctis's twitching body.

Noctis keened and sobbed, his cock dribbling another sticky thread of pre-cum. Probably thanks to the daemonic influence, there was so much cum it already started to leak down Noctis's thighs while the man was still inside him, riding out his climax. Ardyn let out a pleased hum. Noctis really looked deliciously dazed and humiliated.

The stall-owner finally pulled out, and sat down heavily on a nearby box to catch his breath. Noctis was still trembling with unsatisfied need, left at the edge untended and too out-of-it or ashamed to finish himself off. He awkwardly tried to pull on his pants and grimaced at the cum dripping down his legs. When Ardyn touched between his shoulder-blades he started.

"Your majesty, I know I chide you for your blunders, but there are times when you ought to rely on others. Let me help you," Ardyn said.

"Why would you—?" Noctis frowned, and then pressed his lips together to muffle a gasp as Ardyn's fingers circled his neglected cock.

"It's in my best interests to help you, your majesty." Ardyn pushed three fingers into Noctis, and Noctis let out a slightly pained groan. Still he rocked between the pressure of Ardyn's hands, grateful for the pleasure and promise of release.

It took very little to bring Noctis to orgasm, and Ardyn watched keenly as the pretty king lost himself for a moment in the pleasure Ardyn gave him.

Ardyn lifted his cum-stained hand up to Noctis's mouth, and Noctis only hesitated a second before beginning to clean it off with dainty licks.

"Mmm, very good, your majesty," Ardyn purred.

His cock gave another interested twitch, which he tried to ignore. The daemons were uncommonly invested in arousing and enabling his feelings for messing with Noctis. He pressed his thumb on Noctis's slick lower lip, and drank in the sight of his sweaty face and dark, half-closed eyes. The sated languor of Noctis's body, as he shifted and leaned into Ardyn's chest, suggested that the daemons were not the only ones interested in Ardyn taking a personal approach to toying with Noctis. Ardyn would definitely need to make time to fuck this boy properly.

Loved that reddit comment, +100000

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This is so self-indulgent but hey, why not...

Ignis is in a relationship with either Gladio or Noctis who insist on keeping it secret. He agrees initially, thinking they merely want privacy early on, but when six months pass he suggests they tell those closest to them. Gladio/Noct is already out sexually and there's no threat of getting in to trouble with Regis or Clarus.

His partner refuses, making a load of weak excuses, and keeps holding their distance in public; won't even stand too close to him at formal events in case people get the wrong idea. Slowly, Ignis realises that they're not worried about repercussions, they just don't want to admit to their friends that they're dating Ignis, who most of the crownsguard regard as a priggy nerd with no sense of fun.

Ignis may not have the world's highest self esteem but he knows he deserves better than to be treated like an embarrassing secret. Even though he's desperately in love, he ends the relationship.

His partner suddenly realises they've hade a HUGE mistake!

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Prompt Post Round Five

Gen. Noctis + Past Kings; Royal Arms Flashbacks

AU, Figurehead king, Lucis doesn't surrender

Re: Gen. Noctis + Past Kings; Royal Arms Flashbacks

Re: Gen. Noctis + Past Kings; Royal Arms Flashbacks

Re: Noctis is rendered mute

Re: Noctis/Any punished for stealing

Prompto+Cloud, they somehow switch places

FILL (3/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink

Re: Gentiana/Luna - Stockholm Syndrome/brainwashing/isolation

Re: FILL (3/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink

Re: Gen. Noctis + Past Kings; Royal Arms Flashbacks

Re: FILL (3/?) Re: ignoct, virginity kink

Fill: love you've got me wide open [3/?]

Ardyn is Promptis shipper, writes fanfiction about them

Ardyn/Prompto, daemons/Prompto, rape, breeding

Prompto petting Interceptor(FFVI)

Re: Any/Prompto, Prompto giving a blowjob while wearing glasses (FILL)

Noctis/Prompto Texting During Class Turns Dirty

Re: Any/Prompto, Prompto giving a blowjob while wearing glasses (FILL)

Fill: Noctis/Any punished for stealing (OMC/Noct, Ardyn/Noct, 1/2)

Fill: Noctis/Any punished for stealing (OMC/Noct, Ardyn/Noct, 2/2)

Re: Gen. Noctis + Past Kings; Royal Arms Flashbacks

Re: Anybody/Ardyn, ritual torture/sex

Re: Ardyn/Regis, meetings throughout life

Ignis/Gladio or Ignis/Noctis - his partner hides their relationship