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Welcome to Round Six of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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From: (Anonymous)
AWWWWWW ♡♡♡♡ Thank you Authornon! Happy 2018 to you too!
From: (Anonymous)
Happy new year! :3

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When Ignis arrives at the gates of Insomnia, a duffel bag over one shoulder and knives strapped to his back, the streetlight over Caelum Way and 26th Street turns on. It flashes green, flickering like a porch light in summer, and beyond it, the light at the next intersection snaps on. Then the next, and the next, in a straight line all the way to the Citadel.

Ignis' fingers tighten on the strap of his bag.

The walk is quiet. Daemons prowl the side streets and subways, butIgnis is untouched as he treads the main road, leaving his mind with plenty of time to twist itself into a knot.

He knows he shouldn't do this. He knows that it would be better to go home, to crawl into Gladio's bed and pretend that what he wants is something fast and rough, a fist in his hair or an awkward attempt at dirty talk. And goodness knows there are clubs in Lestallum that might cater to more particular tastes.

The service door to the residential wing of the Citadel is already open. Ignis enters.

His rooms are still there, untouched by the fighting of the year before. Ignis looks through his old clothes, folded so neatly in hopes of a swift return, and he picks out something in black, with faint gold coeurl markings on the front. It's too tight now--the past year has put a swell on Ignis' muscles that no amount of private training could accomplish--and he has to leave the top three buttons undone, but it's a relief to wear something new. He sighs and turns to the door.

"My," Ardyn says, from where he stands at the doorway. "You've come after all."

Ignis freezes. The long, slow walk to the Citadel has filled him with second and third thoughts, with guilt at the yearning that tugs in his belly, the heat that rises in his skin when he thinks of Ardyn's fingers on his tongue. Now, with Ardyn standing before him, Ignis is left desperate and dry-mouthed with want.

Ardyn lets him stand there a moment, and then he crosses what feels like a suddenly vast distance in two strides, taking Ignis' face in hand. A thumb brushes over his lower lip, and Ignis lets his mouth fall open slightly. Ardyn smiles.

"On your knees, pet," he says, and Ignis gratefully complies.

There's a woeful amount of waiting, this time. Ignis' experience thus far largely involved late night begging and a half-hearted, uncertain stuttering of hips as Noctis, bless him, broke under the pressure and shame of giving Ignis orders, and Gladio thought submission only took place during sex. Now, Ignis is ordered to remain still, to wait as Ardyn slowly removes his jacket, adjusts his hair in Ignis' mirror, and lays out rules that send a shudder down Ignis' skin.

He waits for Ignis to speak up after each one, to give assent or negotiate, but every word feels like a blessing after a lifetime of chasing a thrill that wouldn't come. He is to ask permission to speak. Yes. He does not come without Ardyn's approval, even between visits. Yes. Sir will do if Ardyn must be addressed. Yes, of course, sir, yes. Ignis looks so lovely on his knees, perhaps he should stay there.

"Yes, please," Ignis says, and Ardyn waves him over, sitting on Ignis' unused bed. Ignis crawls to him, a lump forming in his throat, heat building in his cheeks as his knees slide across the carpet.

"Good boy," Ardyn says, and Ignis nearly sobs with relief.

He needn't have worried about his clothes. Ardyn has him hold his hands up for inspection, and he removes Ignis' gloves so swiftly that Ignis nearly overbalances. The shirt is next, dropped unceremoniously on the ground at Ignis' side, and Ardyn pauses to admire the picture Ignis makes, half clothed and yet stripped bare, unable to keep the slow, sly smile from his lips.

"If you behave well," Ardyn says, "I'll have something nice for you before you leave."

Ignis tries to figure what Ardyn could possibly consider to be nice, beyond leaping up to reveal Noctis free of the Crystal, ready and able to bring back the dawn, but his gaze keeps returning to the line of Ardyn's belt, heavy and secure under too many layers of clothes. He shifts forward, raises his hands to brace himself on Ardyn's knees, and looks up into amused amber eyes. Ardyn clicks his tongue.

"Hands to yourself, pet," he says. Ignis wants to whine, but he forces it down.

"Yes, sir."

Ardyn spreads his legs just enough to be inviting, but Ignis holds himself back, waiting for a signal. Ardyn's look of approval sends a shiver through Ignis, and when Ardyn says, "Attend to me, my dear," Ignis almost falls forward.

It isn't the most sophisticated attempt he's ever made. Ignis makes the mistake of trying to unbuckle Ardyn's belt himself, and has to lie there, mouth pressed to the bulge in Ardyn's trousers, hands crossed behind his back, while Ardyn waits for his patience to stretch to the breaking point. Ignis mouths a damp spot into the cloth, nuzzles his cheek down the line of Ardyn's cock, and stares up at him so plaintively that Ardyn laughs.

There really are too many layers to Ardyn's clothing, and Ignis leans on one firm thigh while Ardyn finally pulls himself free, hard and flushed. He taps Ignis' shoulder with two fingers, and Ignis straightens, pressing his lips to the head of Ardyn's cock. Ardyn shifts forward, just enough to part Ignis' lips, and Ignis moans around him.

Ardyn offers advice as Ignis goes. He urges Ignis to go further, to take him deeper, and purrs encouragement as Ignis tries his damndest to bob down the full length of Ardyn's cock. His jaw aches and he has to keep reminding himself to cover his teeth, but when a hand digs in Ignis' hair he groans so low that he can feel Ardyn twitch on his tongue.

Ardyn doesn't come, though. He pulls away just as Ignis can feel the heat building, his balls drawing up tight as Ignis sinks down. Ignis sits back, bewildered, until he feels the pressure of Ardyn's shoe on his own aching erection.

Ardyn has to hold Ignis up twice. Both times, Ignis tries to apologize, but his words come out thin and strained. Ardyn holds him still with one hand while he strokes himself with another, and Ignis has to employ every ounce of will remaining to him not to rut shamelessly on Ardyn's shoe. When Ardyn's breath comes short and he raises a brow in a silent question, Ignis chokes out a hoarse cry.

"Please," he says. And, because he knows, even now, far too much for his own good, "your majesty."

Ardyn starts in surprise, but his eyes darken a moment later. Ignis bites his lip as the pressure lifts from his cock. "Say that again, pet."

"Your majesty, please," Ignis says, and Ardyn's smile is all the warning he needs before Ardyn spends himself down the line of Ignis' neck, hot and filthy and perfect. They stare at one another, after, and Ardyn cards a hand through Ignis' disheveled hair.

"Yes," he says. "I would so like to keep you."

When it's done, when Ignis slings a bag over his shoulder and faces the main street of Insomnia once more, a glint of gold flashes at his neck. There, hidden behind his high collar, is a fine strip of leather embroidered with gold thread, fit snugly around his neck so that every time he breathes, he can feel it move with him, a constant, welcoming reminder of where he belongs.

Re: Gladio/Noctis Snuggling in the backseat

Date: 2018-01-01 01:49 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
yes please - smoopy is always a plus!

Re: Regis trolling the hell out of his council

Date: 2018-01-01 01:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
all my love for Troll!Regis

(and I totally can see that as where Noctis would get it from if he pulls similar stunts)
From: (Anonymous)
this sounds entertaining

(be careful with what you wish for Gladio XD)

Re: Regis trolling the hell out of his council

Date: 2018-01-01 02:31 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This is precious. So precious!
From: (Anonymous)
Awesome, thank you! Never thought it would be so soon, what a great start to 2018!
Thanks again for the prompt fill and a happy new year to you too! <3
From: (Anonymous)
https://dizzymoogle.tumblr.com/post/169097972209/promptos-guns
From: (Anonymous)
*stands up in the peanut gallery and fuckin claps*

You and OP are the greatest nonnies ever.

This is so hot and ticks all of my dirtywrongbad boxes

Noct/Any, Missed New Years Kiss

Date: 2018-01-01 02:51 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Any wants to kiss Noctis at midnight on New Years and confess their feelings, but sleepy prince is sleepy and falls asleep well before midnight.

Noctis + Tekken 7 Crossover, Gen or Lars/Noctis

Date: 2018-01-01 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
TEKKEN 7 - Noctis Lucis Caelum Reveal Trailer - PS4, XB1, PC
Link - http://tekken.wikia.com/wiki/File:TEKKEN_7_-_Noctis_Lucis_Caelum_Reveal_Trailer_-_PS4,_XB1,_PC

^Searched the Pinboard and was legitimately surprised to receive 0 results for Tekken. Perhaps, these two fan-bases do not align very well at the moment. But, I'm in a festive mood, so I'm going to throw this on here anyways! Pretty much open to any narrative/structure that is free of non-con, situations of that nature, and side-pairings like Gladiolus/Ignis, Ignis/Noctis, etc.

Potential Ideas

Lars/Noctis – maybe Noctis has developed an unrequited(?) crush on him and, though it puzzles his friends, is the reason why he's so insistent on one-on-one meetings.

“You always take so long to come back.” - is simply Ignis voicing his frustration with Noctis' increasingly long string of cover stories.

Gen, First Encounters – the above flows into this a bit, so understanding the how/why Lars + Noctis became friends in the first place would be cool.

Feel free to leave a comment if you’ve any questions!
From: (Anonymous)
😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰😰
I made an educated guess and it turned out to be canon!?!?!? SHIT! Yeah if you are considering fillingvthis I would Love it to include his moment of realization seeing THAT for the first time.

Noctis/Any, Humping him in his sleep tw:noncon

Date: 2018-01-01 03:35 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
One the of the bros gets into the habit of rutting up against Noctis at night while he sleeps through it all.

-Pulling his pants doen so he fuck the prince's thighs or asscheeks.
-Manhandling the sweetly sleeping prince.
-Having a hard time falling asleep if they don't get to get off on their sleeping friends body.
-Noct has zero idea all this us going on while he's unconcious.

Re: Young Escort!OmegaPrompto/Older!AlphaBros

Date: 2018-01-01 04:00 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
..........a!a here wants to know how op feels about intersex omegas cuz that's my current obsession & i would like to fill this

Prom/Noct, daemon Prompto fucking Noct senseless

Date: 2018-01-01 04:04 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Prompto getting infected with the starscourge, turning into a daemon, losing self control along the way. Basically what it says on the tin. Where and when doesn't matter too much.

+ No established relationship, just awkward mutual crushing until Prompto's a daemon and suddenly in the Prince's pants
++ Prompto sort of maintaining his appearance, but also having all these monstrous features (horns, claws, etc)
+++ Weird daemon dick. Go wild. (Maybe it's huge? Maybe there's more than one now? Maybe it's hard as a horn, or it's just straight up tentacles? Just something Not Normal)

Re: Clarus/Regis, counting down the moments...

Date: 2018-01-01 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Aaahhh so sad! Yes pls!!

Re: Ardyn, hair brshing

Date: 2018-01-01 04:45 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
You say held down but what if he could very easily get out of it but doesn't bc he is either intrigued by the intimacy of it (I don't plan on making it shippy) or he is impressed by the fact that this person has the audacity to call him out? basically Umbra and/or Pryna sitting on him while 16yr old Luna makes him look presentable because he will NOT be looking like a hobo in her castle is what I have in mind

Re: Ardyn, hair brshing

Date: 2018-01-01 04:48 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OP - Hadn't thought if that, but yes that sounds awesome, 10/10 great idea, would not object at all!

Ardyn/Any, painplay with sunlight

Date: 2018-01-01 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
So, like most daemons, Ardyn is hurt and repulsed by light. Sure, he's old and powerful enough that he can just grit his teeth and bear it when he needs to go about his business during the daytime, but it still hurts.

But being immortal, Ardyn enjoys a little pain from time to time. Or a lot of pain.

I'd like to see a fic with Ardyn tied down and his partner using light (maybe a sunlamp?) to hurt him.

+Ardyn squirming and begging, promising to do whatever they want if they just turn it off.
++If they pretend to consider it for a few moments, and then tell him no and turn the light as high as it can go.
From: (Anonymous)
The reverse of this has been prompted (Noctis shooting an apple off Prompto's head with the his bow, o e of the royal arms) but I want to see Prompto shoot an apple of Noct's head with a gun. Bonus points if it's in public and they're doing it as a show to earn money (but not like a circus AU, canon verse please)
From: (Anonymous)
I'm garbage for wanting this but I desperately want this.
From: (Anonymous)
Agreed. I can't believe Lars and Noctis being friends is canon.

Nifs/Noctis, Gangraped in Luna's wedding dress

Date: 2018-01-01 07:56 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Noctis gets captured after Leviathan and the Nifleheim soldiers dress him up in his fiance's wedding dress and gangrape him.

+++They stick him in a corset, stockings, and panties too.
+++Beating him or cutting and staining the white dress red with blood.
+++Noctis wetting himself from fear/pain/stress and being beaten and mocked for it.
+++Tearing off strips of fabric to use as gags, nlindfolds, restraints.
+++Dress and Noct being completely wrecked, covered in blood and cum by the end.
From: (Anonymous)
Hands down, this is my the most favorite prompt this round. Seconded!

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