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Prompt Post Round Five

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This wasn't written entirely for this prompt because I'd already started on it before I saw this, but for anyone interested: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12011649

hello the only type of watersports I'm interested in, nice to see you in this fandom haha

SO. DOWN. FOR. THIS. I know someone else is working on a fill for this and idk if i'd do a second fill but I have to ask, how do you feel about roleplay where noctis pretends to be ardyn?

Noctis first time is horrible and traumatizing plus the guy breaks up after. I just want the guys treating him delicatly as they can to give him a better experience. Bottom noct only please.

yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss oh my god just imagining Noct's phone sex voice /drool emoji

OP - Dude, I just saw the link to a fic that another anon posted and went to 'thread from start' to see if it was for my prompt, and lo! there's this whole other fill that someone made that I never even noticed!

Thank you! This was really hot @v@

OP - Thank you! I'm always down for gladnoct rough sex >D

When noctis first moves out into his apartment he starts getting withdraw symptoms because he's never been that far away from the crystal.

I'm guessing he has a really strong connect due to the prophecy so his body kind shut down because he hasn't been accessing it power.

... aka Nox Fleurets act in bed in exactly opposite way of what people would expect from them.

Ravus is tired of playing "tough guy" role as High Commander, he needs a partner, who can strip him of any responsibilities and authority.
Luna is Oracle and Princess, she doesn't have rights to expose her true feelings, to show any signs of anger or displeasure. She is forced to be ultimate nice girl by her duty.

Sex is one and only opportunity for Ravus and Luna to do what they actually want, without hiding they true wishes behind the masks.

+10 Healing (?) sex. Good fuck is helping Oracles with recovering their powers and ability to heal. Ravus is like giant mana potion for Luna.
+100 Luna has a hot temper and she hurts Ravus occasionally. Ofc, she can heal him, but still feels terrible.

Noctis loses his virginity to Gladio, who rocks his royal little world. He knows exactly what he's doing and it drives Noct wild, especially since he's oversensitive from having not been touched that way before. Can be gentle, rough or anything in between. Or all of it because why not go all out?

Bonuses for overstimulation and multiple orgasm kinks but those are optional.

I couldn't resist filling this! The first part takes place when Prompto is a kid, but there'll be a time skip.

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When Prompto Argentum was eleven years old, he raced into the living room in a rush of dirt and grass cuttings, and announced that there was a man lying under the orange tree.

Mrs. Argentum went pale and ordered him to stay put, but Prompto followed her anyways, pattering at her heels. When they reached the orange tree, its branches laden with frothy white blossoms, Prompto's guardian stopped and frowned.

"There's no one there," she said. "Are you sure you saw him?"

"He's still here," Prompto said. He pointed to a bare patch of grass and clover. "Look, he's got a hat on his face like he's sleeping, and his hair's all purple, and his jacket has roses on it--"

"Honey." Mrs. Argentum placed her hands on either side of his shoulders. "We discussed this when Uncle Verstael brought you to live with us. No stories."

"I'm not lying," Prompto said, in a soft voice. "He's there, look, I can touch him."

"Prompto. You're a nice boy." Mrs. Argentum's eyes were pinched tight. "You do your chores, you're obedient, you don't talk back... But this. Talking about... about little people in shrines, or imaginary men, or birds that aren't there..."

"But they were."

"Your father sent you here for a reason, Prompto," she said, and Prompto's indignant expression fell apart, piece by terrible piece. "I'm sorry. But if you want to go home one day, you need to put this play-acting behind you."

Prompto was silent.

"Oh, please don't act tragic." Mrs. Argentum straightened and wrung out her hands. "I'll have lunch ready in an hour. Try to clean up before you come in."

She turned and strode across the lawn, leaving Prompto under the wide orange tree, staring after her.

"I thought this was home," he whispered.

"I can turn her into something, if you like," said the man lying under the tree. Prompto twisted around in time to see him lift the silk hat off his face, revealing a tilted smile and the suggestion of stubble. His hair was dark in the shadow of the leaves, but it had a tint of purple, just like the scarf that wound around his neck.

Prompto rolled his eyes. "That's impossible."

"So is talking to gods, and yet here we are." The man sat up, and Prompto noticed that his hair didn't have bits of grass or dirt in it the way Prompto's always did when he played in the yard. Even his clothes looked perfect.

"Oh!" Prompto said. "You're like the god down the street! The one in the little house under the apple tree."

The man sitting before him sputtered in outrage. "Like the... Do I look like the guardian of a tree? A fawning creature that gives out... good luck, and petty blessings?"

Prompto shrugged. "I dunno," he said. "The god down the street doesn't really bless people. He just eats apples and sleeps a lot."

"Well." The god under the orange tree adjusted his cuffs. "I am not that type of god."

"You were sleeping, though."

"Will you--" The god closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I," he said, placing the hat on his head at an angle, "am more than just a god." His voice lowered, taking on a sing-song quality, and Prompto leaned closer. "I am one of the few who stand apart, who opened their eyes after the frailties of the flesh failed them and saw the world laid bare for what it always was. I can make this tree small enough to crush in your fist. I can turn that woman into a beetle, or a sparrow. I can snap my fingers," he snapped, and Prompto jumped. "And bring your father here, kind and loving and dreadfully sorry."

"He's never sorry," Prompto said. He took a step back, and the god stood, towering over him.

"I can paint over the stars," the god said. He took a heavy step forward, and Prompto's heart clenched in terror. "I can twist time, pull apart the fabric of reality, make one sunset last eighty years. I can make every tree in this town wither and bring all those little useless gods to their knees..."

"And you can see me," he said, when he'd backed Prompto into the garden hose. "And I know your face. Lucky you."

Prompto looked into the god's eyes, merciless and cold as a summer storm, and fled for the door. The god appeared before him, brows lowered, arms crossed in front of his chest. He tsked, and Prompto glanced at the fence, where a dog he'd looked after once had dug a hole that no one bothered filling in. Maybe if he ran...

"I've decided," the god said. "I think I'd like to keep you."

"You can't," Prompto said. "People will notice."

The god smiled. "Will they care?"

Prompto bit down on his lower lip, sighed loudly, and turned on his heel. The god laughed.

"Oh, bless you." He appeared at Prompto's side, easily keeping pace with him. "I have a proposition for you, if you'll consider it," he said. Prompto gave him a baleful look. "I can use a servant. Someone with spirit, who can serve as a bridge between the miserable wretches of this town and myself. I believe you would do quite nicely, given time."

"Wow, thanks."

"Don't mention it." The god tucked his hands in his pockets. "I can tell you aren't convinced. Let's see..." He halted, and Prompto craned his neck to watch him track the movement of clouds scuttling across the sky.

"I know," he said. "How about a wager?"

I'm not the OP but HO BOI I imagined like Ardyn!Noctis from 13.2 and that... That's good

Color me intrigued

+💯

...Yeah, that's. That's a thing. +1

not the op but I'm super psyched someone is filling this! love how it's starting out!

Noctis has sex for the first time and manages to throw his back out and completely ruins the mood.

After hearing my radio play Tom Jones's Delilah for the umpteen zillionth time (seriously sick of the song at this point).. Omen!Noct in the role of the singer, Luna as Delilah, Nyx as the other man

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=icTSPpyub4g - the song for those curious

Oh my goodness, yes PLEASE

Contains homophobic language from minor asshole character that we don't see much of.

"Don’t stand there staring, shrimp. They kick queers out of the Crownsguard, you know!”

Cor couldn't remember exactly when Gaius Antonius said it to him, but he knew it was within his first few months of securing a place on the Crownsguard at thirteen. He’d mislaid his locker key and had been scouting around the changing room when the older man had made his remark. The meaning went over his head at the time, though of course he’d been aware that Antonius was a cruel, bullying dick who’d been giving Cor a hard time ever since he’d joined.

Having survived more or less on his own since his mother died when he was nine, Cor’s early adolescence had been focussed relentlessly on being good enough to become one of the guard . As such, concepts of love, human sexuality and the like were total unknowns. He’d found his locker key and thought no more about it.

Until he was fifteen and, soon after returning from his roadtrip with Regis, Clarus and the others, he'd realised that he was attracted to men.

It had started innocuously enough. He’d been watching TV with Clarus one evening, some period drama that the Shield enjoyed and Cor liked to tease him about. The hero and the heroine had just confessed their love for one another and gone tumbling into bed. The hero, a handsome man with dark, curly hair, knelt on the bed to tug his billowing shirt over his head, exposing a smooth, flawless chest.

Wow, he’s gorgeous, Cor thought and then started in surprise. Where the fuck had that come from?

He glanced hurriedly at Clarus to see if his surrogate older brother had noticed anything. But thankfully, the man’s eyes were glued to the TV; thoroughly enjoying the sentimental climax of the story.

Later that night, as Cor had touched himself in the shower, his hand sliding up and down his manhood as he braced himself against the tiled wall, the hero’s face had popped into his mind. Curly dark hair rumpled, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded with pleasure; his tanned, bare torso heaving with excitement, staring down at Cor the way he’d stared at the heroine…

Cor whimpered as he came hard in his hand, hips stuttering to a halt. Oh hell, he thought feverishly, as the water washed the evidence of his climax away.

They kick queers out of the Crownsguard you know…

The sharp, mocking voice of years ago made its way into his head unbidden, and Cor felt himself go cold all over, even though his shower was set to a high heat.

It didn’t mean anything, he told himself firmly. It had just been a one off. He’d touched himself before and never thought of anyone at all. It wouldn’t happen again.

But it took him several hours before his anxiety had died down long enough to sleep.

The next time he touched himself, a few days later, Cor determinedly tried to think of a woman…any woman would do, apart from Aulea or Clarus’s wife Vidia. But it didn’t work; the more he fixated on breasts and curves and the more secret places that some of the other guards had shown him in magazines, the more his erection wilted. He tried to imagine kissing one of the maidens of the court and realised with a rush of panic that he didn’t actually really want to.

He tried watching porn. He knew Clarus would flip if he found out Cor was accessing some of the more X-rated sites at fifteen; the Shield had assumed the role of his older brother post-road trip with all the protectiveness of a mother lion. In most circumstances, it touched Cor, and he made great efforts to make sure he was never at odds with Clarus. He had to work around the rules this time though, typing a fake age into the website, he had to know…

Conventional porn did nothing for him, much as he tried to be aroused by the moaning, vocal videos. He tried lesbian porn and liked that even less. Then, shaking, knowing he was only going to torture himself, he tried a gay video.

The two men were both young and fit, probably in their early twenties. Their skin shone in a way that suggested oil, displaying their taut muscles to best advantage. They were kissing languidly, open mouthed and wet, while their hard manhoods rubbed against one another. They made continuous, pleased little whimpers into each other's mouths.

Heat flooded Cor’s veins at the sight and he felt his own cock stirring in his pyjama bottoms. He sat on his hands before he could give into the urge to touch. He needed to turn this off.

He didn’t.

The taller man, blond and blue eyed, smirked smoulderingly at his partner and slid to his knees. He kissed the tip of the other man’s cock and then…oh gods... leaned in to take it in his mouth. His partner groaned in pleasure and the blond man swirled his tongue around the length before lavishing attention on the swollen head. He began to bob his head back and forth, reaching down to stroke his own cock in tandem.

Cor shuddered and felt wet heat flood his briefs as the men in the video came. There was a warm contentedness in his body for about two seconds, before abject panic and terror took hold. He hadn’t needed to touch himself. He’d been so turned on by the sight of two men pleasuring each other that he’d come right in his pants. Oh Gods, oh gods, oh gods. Tears began to sting at his eyes.

"They kick queers out of the Crownsguard you know…"

He couldn’t deny what he was now, not with the evidence of his shame cooling stickily in his underwear. Cor sobbed as he stripped them off and stuffed them in his laundry basket and was crying harder by the time he got into the shower.

If anyone found out about this, his entire world was over. The Crownsguard was his life. It had given him purpose, meaning, a reason for being. More than that... it had brought him a family. Cor had never had siblings as a child, but when he’d joined that journey to Accordo, he’d found two older brothers. Regis and Clarus had let him know on no uncertain terms that he was part of their family now, and they treated him accordingly. Regis was good-humoured, encouraging and caring; Clarus fiercely protective, affectionate and tactile.

Bad enough to lose his position in the guard, but to lose Clarus and Regis too…Cor wasn’t sure he’d survive losing another family and being alone all over again! And seeing disgust and contempt in faces which normally looked at him with pride and affection would surely kill him.

No one could know what he was, he told himself angrily. No one.

The more strategic part of his brain overrode his frenzied panic. This could be managed. It did not have to ruin everything. No one would ever suspect he was attracted to men if he never permitted himself to dally with one. And when his brothers, or any of the other guard members, teased him about finding a girlfriend, he would tell them that his duties were his life.

Yes, Cor decided, forcing calm upon himself. Celibacy was the answer. And no one would ever know the truth.

god yes

With the same determination that he applied to every other aspect of his life, Cor managed in this way until he turned twenty one. He steered clear of romantic entanglements, brushed off ever offer to set him up on dates, and cried with shame on the rare occasions where he permitted himself pleasure at his own hand, thinking of hard muscles and strong arms. Otherwise, he cured his arousal with cold showers.

Halfway through his twenty first year, Regis announced that he was to take the position of Marshal of the Crownsguard at the beginning of winter when Marshal Lucius retired. He would be the youngest holder of the post in history. Regis squeezed his shoulder and said that Cor had grown into an exceptional young man he was pleased to call his brother. Clarus had nearly hugged his head off and told him he was ‘fit to fucking burst with pride, kid’.

Cor was deeply honoured and more determined than ever to not ever be a source of shame to these two wonderful men.

The week before he was due to be sworn in, Insomnia’s annual winter gala was held at the citadel. Regis had insisted that Cor attend as a guest, not a guard, and made sure that he was not on duty; saying that it was important he get to know some of the dignitaries he would have to interact with when he came into his new post.

Clarus’s wife Vidia, who had decided as soon as she met Cor that he apparently needed a mother figure, fussed over his clothes and insisted on taking him to get a new suit.

When he’d looked over to Clarus for help, more than a little alarmed, the burly shield had just shrugged and said with a rueful grin: “Pick your battles, little brother. That’s the secret to staying alive. Have fun shopping!”

A harrowing afternoon of endless shopping later, and Cor had Vidia-approved new formal wear fit for the ball. Usually on such occasions before, he'd been standing like a statue at one of the doors and not moved all night. He found himself almost beginning to look forward to this one.

Until the ambassadors from other kingdoms started to arrive and he laid eyes on Florizel Treville from Tenebrae.

An aide to the Tenebraen ambassador, Florizel was a tall, slender young man in his mid-twenties with shining blond hair, wide blue eyes and features that might have been carved from marble. High cheekbones, elegant jaw, full, sensual lips...

He took Cor’s breath away.

Cor was part of the delegation of Crownsguard members welcoming and directing the visiting dignitaries in the king’s absence. When they were introduced, Florizel favoured Cor with a warm smile and held out his hand amiably. Dumbly, Cor shook it, his throat dry, and noticed something flicker in the blond man’s eyes. He could not read what it was, however.

“It’s a great pleasure to meet you,” Florizel’s remarked in a mellow, melodius. “I have heart much about the exploits of the famous Cor the Immortal. I hope we will have the chance to talk at length sometime during this visit. I gather you will be at the ball, yes?”

Suddenly, Cor began to dread the ball.

This prompt is gold and I hope it gets filled.

Suddenly my eyes are sweating. It's not tears, it's sweat.

Alternatively, how about Noctis is both a prince and the author of a highly successful shoujo manga lol

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Prompt Post Round Five

Re: Gladio/Noct, rough sex, Gladio completely wrecks Noct

Re: Prompto/Noctis

Re: Prompto/any - Rape Fantasy

Ot4 - noctis recovery

Re: Gladio/Noctis - Noct is a Phone Sex Operator

Re: Fill Gladio/Noct, rough sex, Gladio completely wrecks Noct

Re: Gladio/Noct, rough sex, Gladio completely wrecks Noct

Gen Noctis- withdraw symptoms

Dom!Lunafreya/sub!Ravus - incest, bondage

Gladio/Noctis, Cherry Popping

Fill: 1/? Re: Trickster God!Ardyn/Prompto

Re: Prompto/any - Rape Fantasy

Re: Gen Noctis- withdraw symptoms

Re: Dom!Lunafreya/sub!Ravus - incest, bondage

Re: Fill: 1/? Re: Trickster God!Ardyn/Prompto

Noctis/Any, Noctis throwing his back during first time

Omen! Noctis/Luna + Luna/Nyx - "Delilah"

Re: Noctis/Prompto; Dress-up

Fill Part 1: Cor hides his sexuality for fear of judgement.

Fill Part 2: Cor hides his sexuality for fear of judgement.

Re: BottomDom!Noctis/ServiveTop!Prompto

Fill Part 3: Cor hides his sexuality for fear of judgement.

Re: Noctis/Prompto, they're both bottoms, double-ended dildos

Re: FILL (5/5): AU ending, Noctis trapped on the throne for all eternity

Re: Brotherhood Era Noctis/Prompto, Nozaki-kun AU