Prompt Post Round Six
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Prompto/Noct, Prompto sells himself for money
Date: 2018-02-06 09:47 am (UTC)I want to see Noct realising (or maybe Ignis or Gladio make him realise) the truth; that Prompto does still love him but he still has to make a living.
+ for Prompto thinking that Noct is disgusted by him and that's why he got angry. It didn't even occur to him that it could look like cheating.
++ Ignis or Gladio comforting Prompto and reassuring him that Noct isn't disgusted
Re: The guys bring Noct back from the dead
Date: 2018-02-06 10:08 am (UTC)Re: Fill: "Naughty Leviathan" Noctis/any or solo, bros keep giving Noct dildos as gag gifts
Date: 2018-02-06 11:25 am (UTC)Re: Gladio/Noctis, Bottom!Noctis domming Gladio
Date: 2018-02-06 11:45 am (UTC)Gen or Gilgamesh/Gladio – suicidal Gladio
Date: 2018-02-06 12:25 pm (UTC)Except Gilgamesh doesn't kill him. He thinks Gladio is very worthy, and somehow gives him a new desire to keep on living.
Gen or something porny, I'm open for anything.
Fill (5a/?): Promptis, ABO, non-con, bonded couples can share feelings
Date: 2018-02-06 12:33 pm (UTC)-
It felt like forever when they finally went back for him.
Prompto had dozed off lightly for a while, lulled by the feelings of comfort and reassurance Noctis had sent him earlier—he must have sensed his distress, thank Six, Noctis would surely find him—but he was rudely awoken when he heard noises from outside. A while later, a few people came in and easily manhandled him. Prompto was brought to another room full of men, and their Alpha smells were so overwhelming, Prompto felt dizzy.
“Is this Lucis Caelum’s Omega?” A man with a thin moustache asked from his regal seat, and Prompto assumed that he was the head of the Family. “He doesn’t seem like someone who’ll catch my attention.”
“Boss, your high taste of Omegas can’t be compared to Caelum’s,” beside him, the man he head-butted this evening cackled. He had a bandage on his forehead, and Prompto felt a temporary surge of satisfaction for giving the asshole a nasty bump. He caught Prompto smirking, though, and barked back at him. “What’re you looking at?!”
“Now, don’t be so hasty,” the Family head stood up and walked towards Prompto, lifting his chin as he assessed the Omega. “Hmm, he’s got a pretty face, really. If he wasn’t mated already, I’ll surely take him as part of my... collection.”
Prompto spat on his face. “Fuck off,” he scowled. Disgusting. “An Alpha, treating Omega like a property? When do you come from, the 15th century?”
He gasped when the man tightened his grip on his chin, trying to crush his jaw. “Feisty,” he hissed. “I will watch you slowly being opened up and broken so much, Caelum won’t recognise you even if he finds you.” He turned. “He’s yours, Diethel. Break him good, but don’t damage him too much. Understand?”
“Certainly, Boss,” the man he head-butted—Diethel—smirked. There was a hint of sick cruelty in that smile, it instantly sent bone-chilling terror to Prompto. He watched as the man pulled up a switchblade knife and tore his shirt apart, tossing the ripped cloth aside and leaving him bare-chested. Prompto immediately felt all eyes on him now, and the smell of lusting Alphas began hovering on the air, heavy and nauseating.
“Damn, he’s so pale,” he heard someone whistle. “Look at those nipples. For once, I envy Caelum for getting such a pretty slut as his mate.”
“You think he’s a virgin before he got bonded? He can’t even walk two blocks before he gets raped, I bet,” another spoke up, and Prompto, again, had to suppress a terrified whimper at the condescending remarks. Being cared and cherished as Noctis’s mate for two years almost made him forget that even until now, there were still Alphas who look at Omegas as lower beings than they were; that they were just sex objects, numbed by needs and lust especially during their heats.
“I can’t wait to fuck his hole. See how loose he is down there,” someone from the far wall said. “Hey, do you think Caelum pass him around to be used by his subordinates, too?”
“His Shield is an Alpha, right? Heard he isn’t bonded yet. Maybe he gets off by fucking Caelum’s mate behind his back!”
Everyone in the room laughed. Prompto had to grit his teeth in anger. How dare they spoke about Gladio that way?
“Even if he does fuck me,” the Omega hissed, “I bet he’s a better fuckbuddy than all of you combined.”
“Bitch!” Someone punched him on the face. “Looks like we need to shut up that filthy mouth of his!”
“I’ve got just one thing here,” Diethel cackled and lowered his pants, enough that he could whip out his half-hard cock. He pressed the head to Prompto’s bleeding lips and the Omega retaliated, thrashing around and tried to escape, but the others held him down and pulled his head back by hair. His blue eyes widened in terror when he realised a gun was pressed to his temple, the sound of its safety lock being released was heard afterwards. “You better be a good slut and suck my dick if you don’t want the content of your brains to paint these walls,” he threatened. “I heard a separation of a bond is quite... painful... And although we don’t mind seeing Caelum be broken forever because you die, we won’t let it happen this early.”
Prompto trembled again when the tip was pressed again to his lips, the muzzle of the gun digging painfully into his skin, as a silent reminder if he didn’t comply.
If he was like Ignis, or Gladio... Perhaps they wouldn’t mind dying for Noct, even if that hurt the Alpha, rather than breaking the code. But Prompto was different—he was Noctis’s mate, and if he let them kill him, then it would mean that they succeeded in whatever their goals were. These people weren’t for information, or even ransom—they wanted to hurt Noctis as badly as they could, directly, through him.
Prompto gulped silently and closed his eyes.
I’m so sorry, Noct, he silently thought.
Fill (5b/?): Promptis, ABO, non-con, bonded couples can share feelings
Date: 2018-02-06 12:37 pm (UTC)Around him, the people started talking, murmuring, but Prompto couldn’t register any of it. He felt hands on his skin, touching, groping, fingers brushing against his nipples and the blond jerked away, but someone held him still and he couldn’t move.
His jeans were pulled down as Diethel came into his mouth, white spurts filling his mouth, and when he released Prompto, the Omega keeled over and threw up. They didn’t give him time to rest, though—a moment later, his hair was pulled up and another cock rammed into his mouth.
A hand stroked his flaccid cock and Prompto struggled weakly, trying to fight the building arousal. He could feel his slick started dripping down his thighs, staining his pants and the floor, and shame overcame him as he felt his own cock starting to harden, twitching, because of just a few strokes from a stranger’s hand.
“Look at him, he’s so sensitive, he gets hard just by me jerking him a couple of times,” Prompto heard a snarl behind him. “Maybe Caelum is neglecting him.”
“He’s dripping down, man! Gross!” There’s a finger probing on his wet entrance now. “But damn... He smells so good right now. Being bonded sure is dulling his scent, but the slick can’t hide it anymore.”
Prompto wanted to scream. He wanted to bite the dick on his mouth, and run away, back to the Lucis Caelum Family. He wanted to go back to Noctis, feeling his warmth against his, telling him that everything was only a bad dream. However, the bonding bite Noct gave him on his nape started to burn, a sign that his body was rejecting the assailants. Everything was real—this was real.
His mouth was released and they let him drop on the floor, pulling his jeans away completely, leaving him naked and vulnerably exposed. He tried closing his legs, but powerful hands shoved them apart, every last of his dignity stripped away from him. Prompto inhaled sharply when something blunt was pressed to his entrance, realising what they were up to, and he begged weakly. “No—stop! Please, don’t—“
His plead went to deaf ears as the length went in smoothly, the slick he produced helping the entry, but his body retaliated; Prompto retched again, although there was nothing left to be thrown up, and every inch of his skin screamed pain. He had heard about how bonded Omegas who had sex with other Alphas would undergo severe rejection pain—it was an agony he never imagined he would ever experience, yet he did right now. He cried out and thrashed, trying to get away, but his knees were weak and the hands holding him down were not budging. All he could do was lie there, screaming and crying and begging, no more, no more it hurts it hurts it hurts—
He couldn’t help the plethora of feelings flooding inside him. Fear. Humiliation. Terror. Shame. And then, the most intense of all—pain. With every thrust, his stomach lurched and his head spun, the hurt building up until he couldn’t take it anymore.
The man behind him shuddered and Prompto could feel that he was close to his orgasm, but when he didn’t make any move to pull out, the Omega cried. “No!” he whispered in horror. “Pull out! D-Don’t—aah!—p-please! Anything but it!”
“But that’s the whole point, isn’t it?” Diethel’s voice hovered over him, cackling. “Knot him good, will you?”
Prompto’s body shook as the man fucking him came, his knot forming and locking them together, filling the Omega with his cum. He was pulled upright and then teeth sank to his scent glands, over Noctis’s bonding bite, and it sent the most intense pain of all across his nerves, he could only lay limply on the man’s arms, a trembling and sobbing mess.
“Wow, man. You realise you can’t make him yours by biting him like that, right?”
“It’s instinct. I don’t even know why I did it. But hell, it feels so good,” the man traced the bite on Prompto’s nape, bleeding and most likely wouldn’t fade for a couple of days. “You won’t believe it—he’s so tight, just like fucking a virgin. And he takes my knot like he’s born for it.” He leaned back and raised Prompto’s leg, showing the others his knotted hole. The blond bit his lip and averted his gaze in shame.
“Damn.”
“I want to be the one fucking him next.”
“How about we...“
They were chatting more, but Prompto couldn’t hear anything anymore. Everything was fading out for him, beneath the aching burn of rejection pain that tormented him. Before long, he let himself fall into the endless abyss, the darkness consuming him entirely.
Noc... t...
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Ardyn/Noct - (Non-con) kinky restraint
Date: 2018-02-06 12:50 pm (UTC)Ardyn captures Noct and puts him in a full-body restraint suit. It covers every inch of him, even his face and head, and he can't move. Can barely breathe. There's only an opening for his cock and ass, and Ardyn proceeds to get him off. But because of the suit, he can't move to even thrust when he starts to get turned on.
Bonus points for: cock cage, sounding and vibrating dildos
Ignoct, nipple play
Date: 2018-02-06 02:57 pm (UTC)DNW daddy kink or BDSM but no other squicks so go wild.
Re: Ignoct werewolf sex-- Shape of You (2/4)
Date: 2018-02-06 04:18 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: "Naughty Leviathan" Noctis/any or solo, bros keep giving Noct dildos as gag gifts
Date: 2018-02-06 04:21 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Noct - (Non-con) kinky restraint
Date: 2018-02-06 04:46 pm (UTC)How do you feel about vacuum beds?
Re: Noctis/Prompto: Noctis manhandling Prompto
Date: 2018-02-06 05:00 pm (UTC)Re: Fill (5b/?): Promptis, ABO, non-con, bonded couples can share feelings
Date: 2018-02-06 05:20 pm (UTC)Re: Ardyn/Noct - (Non-con) kinky restraint
Date: 2018-02-06 05:25 pm (UTC)Prompto/Any, cracky ffx-2 crossover(?)
Date: 2018-02-06 05:32 pm (UTC)By Any, I mean Any. Can be someone from XV or someone from X-2.
+++++ stuck in another world trope where he's in danger because he somehow ended up in Spira (can be with or without the bros)
Re: Prompto/Any, cracky ffx-2 crossover(?)
Date: 2018-02-06 06:35 pm (UTC)But now I’m kinda eager to know what Prom’s Songstress outfit looks like......
Re: Ignis wins against Ardyn, he's Regis's other son.
Date: 2018-02-06 07:12 pm (UTC)(Just saying though, even if Ignis is older than Noctis, he isn’t the true heir to the throne. Regis never married the mistress)
H/C, Clarus/Cor, Cor turns himself into a human pincushion on a cactuar hunt
Date: 2018-02-06 08:04 pm (UTC)Clarus finds out the hard way that Cor managed to turn himself into a human pincushion and due to some of those needles sticking in a rather *delicate* area, he won't let anybody but Clarus pull them out.
+ Clarus keeps cracking all the bad puns he can come up with while plucking cactuar needles from Cor's body
+ Clarus realizes that Cor might be poisoned when Cor transitions from being grumpy and mortified to finding Clarus's jokes hilarious
+ Cor ended up with cactuar needles where the sun does not shine because he took a rather stupid risk and starts rambling all about it while poisoned
+ Upon realizing just how beat up Cor is, Clarus talks him into staying the night and makes him comfortable
+ Poisoned Cor suffers from fever dreams and scary hallucinations and Clarus calms him down until the antidote kicks in
FILL 1/1 Re: Noct/Ignis, overheard (nonconsensual voyeurism?)
Date: 2018-02-06 08:44 pm (UTC)***
Prompto has unusual dreams from time to time. They're not necessarily nightmares, just strange things that wake him up feeling vaguely confused until he rolls over and goes back to sleep. Or, as the case may be, to the bathroom -- he's definitely had more than one dream about trying to find a toilet and being blocked at every turn, only to wake up with his bladder aching.
Tonight, though, his dreams are about fish. Specifically, watching Noct fishing, and the wet smack of the fish flopping through the water while he gets his camera ready to take a picture. It's an auditory bombardment, the splashing and slapping of the fish louder than normal, mixed with Noct chuckling with a secret smile on his face. He finally lands the fish, reeling it in, and Prompto snaps a photo as Noct presses a big wet kiss to the fish's mouth.
"Ew, gross," he tries to say, but no sound comes out of his mouth, a sure sign he's about to wake up. He can only listen to the moist sucking sound as Noct throws the fish back into the water with a pleased hum.
"Shh," says a voice, and that's what wakes him up, nudged into awareness in the tent. The wet smacking continues, and it takes him a moment to realize that he's hearing kissing. Specifically, Noct and Ignis kissing, the sleeping bag rustling around them as they move.
It's not like he didn't know that the two of them had a thing going, but they've always been so discreet about it that if Noct hadn't told him he probably wouldn't have ever figured it out. In fact, Noct always seemed so uninterested in sex and romance that one day Prompto had straight up asked him if he was asexual, only to have Noct laugh and admit he'd been fucking Ignis for years. Or being fucked by him. Or whatever, Prompto never really thought about it too hard. It was none of his business.
Except now, listening to them making out not two feet away from him, it kind of has to be his business. Prompto has a minor crisis about it -- very quietly, of course. He should probably make a noise, or move, or something, so they know he's awake. He should probably laugh it off and make a joke about how they should wait until they're at a hotel. He should probably do literally anything other than holding himself as still and quiet as possible and listening while Noct says, low and dark, "Think you can keep quiet while I fuck you?"
Oh. Em. Gee. Prompto presses his face into his pillow, infinitely glad that he's facing toward Gladio so even if he wasn't squeezing his eyes shut he wouldn't have to look. Ignis's voice is a whisper but it's loud in the quiet of the night. "Noct, really, Prompto and Gladio are asleep. Can't we just--"
"Royal order," Noct interrupts. "I've been waiting for your ass all day. You think I didn't notice those tight pants? You think I didn't notice you squirming around in the driver's seat when Gladio insisted we camp instead of getting a room? Don't pretend you don't want it, Ignis, I know you too well." Holy shit. Prompto may not have thought about Noct and Iggy's relationship very much, but he'd had some kind of vague mental image of maybe holding hands while watching a movie or kissing sweetly over a fancy dessert. If he thought about it any harder, he figured maybe it would involve Ignis making tender love to Noctis in a bed with silk sheets covered in rose petals and with some candles for mood. Certainly not Noct pulling out some kind of magic skill for dirty talk.
"They'll wake up," Ignis objects, but weakly. There's more wet smacking, then a hitch in Ignis's breath while Noct does god knows what inside the sleeping bag.
"So stay quiet. Too bad we didn't bring any gags along." Any-- fucking hell, what kind of kinky shit do those two get up to? This is probably the point of no return. If Prompto moves now, he can still get out of this, distract them so they'll stop, pretend he just woke up and had to go take a leak or something, but if not, it's gonna be too late. He shifts just a little to test the waters, curling his hands up by his face.
Noct and Ignis don't seem to notice at all. Fuck.
The heavy breathing picks up along with the rustling under the sleeping bag, and a snap of what Prompto can only imagine is a bottle of lube being opened up. He's pretty sure his cheeks are bright red by now. It's one thing to know your friends are sleeping together but it's quite another thing to be confronted with it so directly. There are more wet sounds then, rhythmic and slick, mixed up with the kissing and harsh breathing. Prompto bites down on his finger and tries to imagine he's anywhere but here.
"Ready?" Noct asks, and Ignis whispers back, "Yes, Highness." Another snap of the bottle lid and a louder rustling in the sleeping bag and then the sound stops, both of them holding their breaths for a moment. Noct must be putting his dick in (holy shit Noct is fucking Ignis two feet away from him what the fuck) because after a second of silence there are two matching sighs, and the sleeping bag starts to rustle rhythmically.
Okay. Okay, he can deal with this. He'll just-- think about Cindy, and pretend those sounds are the fantasy he's had so often of bringing Cindy along with them and fucking her in the tent when nobody else is around. Yeah, that's a better way to deal with the growing problem in his pants than thinking about what's actually happening next to him. Cindy's breath might hitch like that; the crinkle of the sleeping bag might sound like that. It would be good, her soft curves under his hands as he--
Ignis moans, low and masculine, and Prompto's fantasy falls apart. There's a slap and then a wet slide, and Prompto's pretty sure that's the sounds of Noct putting his hand over Ignis's mouth and Ignis sucking his fingers, and then Noct is whispering, "Shh, you're doing good, Ignis, you can keep quiet a little longer, I'm -- ahhh -- almost there, fuck, get yourself off, okay?"
Ignis whimpers, and the rustling speeds up along with their breathing. Prompto's dick twitches sympathetically and he bites harder on his thumb. It's like accidentally watching weird fetish porn you never wanted to see and are totally not into except for how your dick is somehow throbbing. Sometimes, Prompto hates his dick.
This is one of those times, because despite all that talk about keeping quiet both of them moan when they hit their climax, the rustling coming to a sudden and complete halt. Prompto finds himself holding his breath too, then letting it out slowly as Noct and Ignis start kissing again. Gods. He's not going to be able to look either of them in the eye in the morning.
In front of him, Gladio shifts suddenly, then snores. Ignis laughs quietly, and Noct says, "See? Some shield he is, he'd sleep through it if someone tried to attack me."
"I think you're the one who did the attacking," Ignis replies, but he doesn't sound upset about it.
They settle back down, and soon enough, Prompto is listening to the slow and even breathing of three sleeping men. He rolls onto his back, finally able to move, then frowns down at his dick, which is still hard. Traitor.
"I am not getting off to that," he mutters, "so you're just gonna have to wait, buddy." His dick twitches in reply, still straining against his shorts.
It's gonna be a long night.
Re: FILL 1/1 Re: Noct/Ignis, overheard (nonconsensual voyeurism?)
Date: 2018-02-06 08:58 pm (UTC)Ardyn tortures Noct
Date: 2018-02-06 09:04 pm (UTC)Specifically, Ardyn slowly torturing Noct by breaking his bones, or cutting him with that dagger. And then making Noct heal himself so start again. Making Noct beg him not to kill him (or making him beg to keep hurting him instead of going after his friends).
Just nothing sexual please.
Re: Ardyn tortures Noct
Date: 2018-02-06 09:08 pm (UTC)Re: Gen or Gilgamesh/Gladio – suicidal Gladio
Date: 2018-02-06 09:32 pm (UTC)+1000
Noctis/Prompto + Ignis/Gladio, voyeurism and misconceptions
Date: 2018-02-06 09:44 pm (UTC)sue me though, I love this tropeThe guys are staying at a motel one night and Ignis and Gladio had left for some alone time. When they get back, they hear Prompto and Noctis having sex. And they'd always thought that the two would be the sort to have really dorky, really silly sex where neither of them took it very seriously. They were wrong. Someone's definitely getting pounded into that bed. Curious, they open the door thinking that it's probably Noct topping and maybe being a little too hard on Prompto there. Nope. Noct's the one bent over while Prompto tops him. They think it probably won't last long since they're most likely too inexperienced. It lasts through three position changes and two orgasms. Each.
And Ignis and Gladio can't. Stop. Watching.
okay I'm also a huge top!Prompto and rough!Prompto fan sorry not sorry+ Iggy and Gladio totally get off on watching
++ Noct and Prompto know they're being watched