Prompt Post

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 Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.

 

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Gladio/Noct, Face-slapping

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio slaps Noct across the face to shut him up, and figures out that Noct likes it.

Re: Gladio/Noct, Face-slapping

[(Anonymous)]

damn yess seconded, wondering why hasnt this been filled yett!

Gladio/Noctis, rough make-up sex

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio and Noctis go from casual bickering to a full-blown fight, which then leads to steamy and rough make-up sex.

Fill: Gladio/Noctis, rough make-up sex

[yeaka]

Hella belated fill on Ao3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/20913644

Ignis/Noctis, 24/7 D/s Relationship

[(Anonymous)]

According to the anime tie-in, Noctis doesn't really know how to take care of himself/his home. Ignis decides that since Noctis won't take care of himself, someone else has to make him.

Re: Ignis/Noctis, 24/7 D/s Relationship

[(Anonymous)]

Defiantly seconded! !!!!

Noctis/Any, car ride

[(Anonymous)]

Please for the love of god have someone make that boy put on his seatbelt.

FILL: Noctis/Any, car ride 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis hadn't meant to doze off; in fact, he'd been aiming for the opposite. He'd unbuckled the seatbelt and resettled on the back of the Regalia in an effort to stave off how exhausted he felt, and it had been working, at first.

But he'd blinked, and then blinked again, and the landscape had changed, and he though, vaguely, that perhaps he'd better get back down, and then he'd blinked again, and a sharp smack against his thigh brought him back to awareness.

He gasped and flailed and then Gladio grabbed a fistful of his clothes and hauled him back down onto the passenger bench, and he jerked a little and ducked his head and tried to get back into his seat.

He didn't say anything, because what was there to say? And Gladio didn't either for a long, tense moment where Noct was half-afraid he'd get smacked again, even though he hadn't really felt it through the leather, and even though he was pretty sure even Gladio wouldn't get mad enough to really hurt him.

Then Gladio shoved him back into his place and grabbed the seatbelt, buckling it securely around him.

"Seatbelt, Highness," Gladio growled, and Noctis swallowed hard and nodded.

"Good. Now, take your damned nap."

Noctis nodded again, but he was wide awake, now. He knew that Gladio knew that, but he didn't reach to unbuckle his seatbelt again, because he wasn't stupid enough to press his luck twice in the same trip.

Gladio/Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis riding that D, y'all.

A Minifill Appears!

[(Anonymous)]

I just couldn't resist...

“Gl-Gladio...gimme a sec.” Noctis says suddenly, pausing his movements. He can practically feel the swears rising in his friend. “It won't take long.” He reassures, voice still breathless. He doesn't want to get up off of Gladio's cock, and it's a struggle to reach what he was looking for - a black bag he had sitting next to his sleeping bag.


“Goddammit, Noct, what the hell!” Gladio growls, his fingers digging into Noct's hips in an effort to refocus the prince’s attention.


Noctis ignores his friend and manages to grab the handle of the bag he'd reaching for. Inside it is a black cowboy hat he'd bought just for the occasion. He puts it on, and before Gladio can say anything, he says in his best country drawl, “Gonna be a tough ride, cowpoke.” He grabs hold of his hat with one hand, places the other on Gladio’s abdomen to steady himself.


“Hope yer ready.” Noctis says with a playful grin, looking down at Gladio. He resumes grinding against the throbbing cock inside him. “Yeehaaaw!!”


“...seriously…?” Gladio doesn't want to know and doesn't care to know where Noct got the cowboy hat from. In fact, he continues like nothing ever happened. It's a little difficult when every time Gladio brushes his prostate, Noct pants and moans out other western sayings. It's every bit silly and ridiculous. If Prompto were awake now, he'd be laughing his ass off.


By the time they both finish, Gladio’s had more than enough. Noct is tired and sleepy as he usually is after sex. He's pretty much asleep as soon as his head hits his pillow. He doesn't even feel it when Gladio snatches the cowboy hat off his head.


He’s only in a pair of boxers but Gladio steps out of the tent anyway. He marches to the edge of the campground and with a mighty swing, hurls the cowboy hat as hard as he can into the wilderness beyond. Satisfied, he turns around and finally notices Ignis, who had been quietly sitting by the campfire.


“With me,” Ignis says with a heavy sigh, “he wore a turkey hat.”


“Guess you could say he got stuffed.” It’s awful, but Gladio just couldn't resist that pun.

Gladio/Noctis, car blowjob and/or handjob

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis give Gladiolus a blowjob or a handjob in the car while they're on the road.

FILL: Gladio/Noctis, car blowjob and/or handjob

[(Anonymous)]

Writing this fill while doing laundry so excuse any shitting typoes. I warn that English isn't my first language and commas confuse me.

"H-hey," says Prompto, when Noctis slips between the back of the front seat and Gladio legs, sliding between Gladio's knees. "Are you guys sure this is a good idea? While driving?"

"His Highness lost a training bet," shrugs Gladio, as Noctis starts undoing his belt.

"By all the stars. . ." complains Ignis, without taking his eyes off the road. But he doesn't try to stop them, which Noctis appreciates.

"Can I take pics?" asks Prompto.

Noctis pauses. "Okay, but we're deleting immediately after. Maybe I won't even let you guys look."

"No problem; whatever you want!"

Noctis hears the first clicking sound of his camera going off, and frowns. He hasn't even done anything yet.

"Come on, less dallying," says Gladio, gently pushing Noctis' face towards his crotch.

Noctis glares up at him, resists a childish urge to stick his tongue out, and starts trying to pull Gladio's black boxers out of the way. "Come on, help" He makes his tone extra whiny because it annoys Gladio so much. "Your stupid pants are too freaking tight."

"I won't stand for this nonsense once the sun goes down," says Ignis. "We must still be on guard for demons."

"You heard him," says Gladio, shimmying his pants down past his knees. "Let's put that mouth to good use."

"Whatever, give me your coat too," says Noctis, licking his lips as he stares at the head of Gladio's cock, already looking a little flushed.

"Then I won't be able to take my pics!" complains Prompto.

"Just take them of Gladio's dumb o-face," says Noctis, lying down on Gladio's lap and throwing the coat over them.

He regrets the coat idea almost immediately because he can't see shit under it, and the coat is starting to smell like Gladio's sweat. Only the musk of Gladio's arousal, and his fingers, guide him towards his prize. The sight of him squirming under Gladio's jacket must be more interesting than he thought, because he hears the click of Prompto's camera going off as he manages to wrap his lips around the head of Gladio's cock. Or maybe Gladio is posing for the camera, the great big douche.

Noctis keeps licking at it, teasing, refusing to take it any deeper though he knows Gladio is not the biggest fan of foreplay in the world. That thought gets him a little more into it, and when Gladio starts feeling around for the back of his head, ready to push his head down, he feels his own groin getting little heavier. He still refuses to take the cock any deeper, instead using his hands to tease the base play around with Gladio's balls.

"Come on, I wanna see!" says Prompto, clicking away. "There's no one around these parts, anyway!"

"You make a good point," says Gladio, lifting the coat off Noctis.

Noctis considers letting Gladio's cock slip out of his mouth, calling the whole thing off, but it is true that the streets are almost always empty, and who would think about car blowjobs if they passed them by anyway? He still glares up at Gladio, who responds by brushing a few locks of dark hair off Noctis' forehead with a dumb, fond smile on his face. Noctis hopes Prompto got a pic of that, and takes Gladio's cock a little deeper.

"That's it, you're doing really good," says Gladio, as Noctis takes more of his cock, until the head bumps against the back of his throat.

Noctis would snort or something, to distract from the way he probably flushes a deeper red at the praise, but it's hard to make a noise with his mouth full of cock. He hollows his cheeks in retaliation, sucking and contracting his throat so Gladio feels it. Gladio groans, and Noctis imagines that he throws his head back, like he does whenever Prompto is in Noctis' place and does something Gladio really likes.

Within a few minutes, Gladio's got a fistful of Noctis' hair and is slowly, but inexorably, pushing more of his cock down Noctis' throat. Noctis inches back to suck in a deep breath, bracing himself, then relaxes his throat and takes in as much dick as he can, until his nose is buried in Gladio's pubic hair.

"That's nice. . ." he hears Prompto say, faintly. "Iggy, look."

"I'm driving."

"Just for a sec. . ."

Gladio starts fucking his mouth, slowly and relentlessly. Noctis times his breaths as best he can, his eyes tearing as Gladio leaves his throat stuffed for longer and longer. Drool slips down his chin around the time Gladio's pre-come gets more bitter, signaling that he should prepare himself to swallow a nice load. He massages Gladio's balls to get him there faster, mouth too full for him to be able to suck properly. Prompto clicks away, which should probably be more embarrassing than it is.

"Good boy; you're doing so good," Gladio breathes, and it should be annoying but Noctis just shivers, wishing he could moan or make some other embarrassing noise.

Next time he swallows, Gladio chokes out a groan and hot, bitter jizz fills Noctis' mouth. He tries to swallow, but some of it spills down his chin, especially because Gladio starts pulling back instantly. He coughs, licking his lips, and looks up. Gladio is lying boneless on his seat, and Noctis' chest puffs with pride. And Gladio dares say he's bratty and ungrateful.

"Noct, you alright?" asks Ignis.

"I'm good," says Noctis, absurdly proud of how raw his voice sounds.

He straightens up and settles down on his seat, ready to enjoy the view.

Ignis/Noctis, food porn

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis brings his culinary skills to the bedroom.

Seconded: Ignis/Noctis, food porn

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded. Ignis/Gladio food porn is also acceptable IMO, since Gladio seems a bit...eager whenever Iggy has a new recipe idea.

The bros/Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

The bros triple team his highness in burdoir. However you spell that.

Minifill: The bros/Noctis

[yeaka]

Random belated minifill on Ao3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/20913752

Noctis/bros, sub!Noctis

[(Anonymous)]

Noctis is subby, and each of his three bros has a different way of domming him.

I'm also open to Prompto being a sub too, but really I just want Noctis getting dommed.

Thank you! ♥

Fill: One Bro at a Time (Gladio/Noctis) 1/3

[(Anonymous)]

1/3 because I can't do group sex writing. Too many cocks and asses to keep track of.

Noctis has A System for Gladio, and yes, he does capitalize it in his mind. His most dedicated of bodyguards has some unnecessary hang ups about how a guy his size is suppose to be careful of his strength, especially with a lover, and blahblahblah. Noctis' convinced that's just thinly-veiled bragging about how strong he is. Regardless, the trick is to irk Gladio a little bit, needle at him until he's pissed enough to do Noctis the way he wants to be done.

First, Noctis starts slacking off during training. Not so much that Gladio knows he's faking (boy, would Gladio probably take his head off if he knew Noctis was faking it), but enough to be annoying. Taking a little too long to get up after he's been knocked down. Sighing in his whiniest tone, the one that he knows make Gladio grit his teeth. Finally, he starts asking to finish a little sooner, before either of them is out of breath.

A few days into that, he starts refusing to train altogether.

"I'm busy," he tells Gladio.

"Busy doing what?" demands Gladio. "Not reading reports about Imperial advances? Not cleaning up after yourself? Not bothering to do some schoolwork?"

Why would he read reports about something that he can't do anything about? Why clean up after himself when Ignis is more than happy to do it? Why bother with schoolwork when his teachers never fail him?

"There's a new chapter of King's Knight coming out tonight."

Gladio puffs up like he's about to eat Noctis alive, which is kinda what Noctis wants. He bites his lower lip to suppress a smile when Gladio grabs his shirt collar and drags him to the dojo, dragging his feet a little just to get Gladio more pissed.

The "training session" is closer to a legit fight than anything Noctis can enjoy, considering his station. Too bad that he has to go at it like he's drunk or ill, angling his body so he gets as much contact as possible. When Gladio pins him, he goes lax. When Gladio grinds his face to the floor, he raises his ass so that it rubs against Gladio's groin. When Gladio tightens his massive arm around Noctis' neck, Noctis lets out a thin, pleased moan.

"Goddamn it!" Gladio drops the chokehold and pushes Noctis head against the training mat. "You're not goading me into that shit again."

"Yeah, I am," says Noctis, sighing. "Stop wasting time and fuck me like the big, scary man you are."

Gladio grunts, but he doesn't stand up and storm out, so Noctis knows he's won.

"Fine," Gladio practically spits at him. "But not here."

"Here might as well be church," mocks Noctis as Gladio gets off him.

"Just get yourself ready and wait for me in your room."

If Gladio had a single underhanded bone in his body, he'd let Noctis open himself up with fingers and lube and leave him hanging. Thankfully, Gladio values his word, even when given in anger, so he's in Noctis' room by the end of the hour.

Noctis spreads his legs wider and plunges his fingers in and out a little faster. He almost turns around, but Gladio likes it better doggy style. He lets out a whimper when Gladio grabs his hand and pushes it aside roughly.

Still, he's a little too gentle and patient when forcing that gorgeous, thick, long cock into Noctis' slicked ass.

"Oh, wow your dick is amazing," babbles Noctis, trying to relax and take more in. "Seriously, when I'm king and I'm gonna have someone model a dildo out of it it's so good."

"Shut up," growls Gladio, slamming in.

Noctis' laugh ends in a gasp. "Make me."

Gladio grabs the hairs at the back of his head and pulls, then pushes Noctis' head into the pillow and starts pounding him, no rhythm or reason to it. Noctis barely knows when to relax and when to clench his ass. He reaches down to jerk himself.

The moment Gladio notices, he stops. "No. If you want my cock so bad, you can come from it alone."

Noctis still gives himself a nice tug before letting go and grinding his ass against Gladio's dick.

AN: Idk idk this is not turning out like I expected at all. Jesus take the wheels of this fill. Is Gladio even "topping" in this?????

Any/Gladiolus, rimming and general ass worship

[(Anonymous)]

Gladiolus' ass being worshipped by anybody after flaunting it in those leather trousers all day.

Re: Any/Gladiolus, rimming and general ass worship

[(Anonymous)]

Pretty much my first thought right from the car-pushing scene in the beginning. Dat ass!

Gladio/Ignis, muscle worship

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis loves beef and not just for dinner.

semi-fill on ao3: "Telltales", Gladio/Ignis, muscle worship

[(Anonymous)]

i was supposed to fill this but started sidetracking at some point and kind of... lost... focus. therefore dont take this as a 100% fill, even though your prompt inspired me to writing it !

you can find it here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/9184705).

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Telltales
Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia, Ignis Scientia/Nyx Ulric (mentioned)
Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, mentions of others + ocs
#Porn With Plot #Blow Jobs #Frottage #Face-Fucking #Character Study

"He told me you had a thing for hair pulling, elemental magic, tattoos, and being pinned down, while also sporting an unrequited crush to someone. Let’s just say that he kind of figured it all out before me.”

One-sided Ardyn/Noctis, optional non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Ardyn is a sadist who really likes torturing Noctis and either fantasizes about raping him. . . or goes right ahead and does it. Bonus points if Ardyn rants that he doesn't understand why the whole world is up Noctis' ass.

Re: One-sided Ardyn/Noctis, optional non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Why yes, hello, seconded!

the bros, sex work

[(Anonymous)]

What Noctis doesn't know is that the money they make on hunts isn't nearly enough to cover their expenses, so the boys are doing a little sex work on the side. Noct find out and is horrified... and then horrified to discover it turns him on.

Re: the bros, sex work

[(Anonymous)]

omg yes please.

actually i might try to write this. but i do have a question: do all three of them (Ignis, Gladiolus and Prompto) have to be doing sex work?

Gladio/Noctis, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Regis loves his son, but his duties as a king keep him busy and Noctis has been starved for attention for most of his life. As a result he has a big old praise kink. Good thing Gladio loves telling his prince what a good boy he is.

Re: Gladio/Noctis, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded! especially if Gladio starts to notice Noct getting turned on everytime he says he's done well .

Gladio/Noctis/Prompto, daddy kink

[(Anonymous)]

Gladio takes good care of his boys who are very eager to please.

Re: Gladio/Noctis/Prompto, daddy kink

[(Anonymous)]

im thinkin about filling this...

Any of the bros/Noctis - Orgasm denial with light cock torture

[(Anonymous)]

One of the bros challenges Noctis to not to jerk off for as long as he possibly can, possibly with taunting that he couldn't go without even a couple of days. Noctis holds up, but eventually needs "help" not coming via creative punishments when he feels like he's close to giving in. Feel free to use rings and other toys to keep Noctis in check. Bonus if Noctis still has to service the other bro with his mouth/ass but without coming.

Make it bros/Noctis, for all I care. Have no real preference for pairings here.

FILL: Denied 1/? (Gladio/Noctis)

[(Anonymous)]

AN: Not sure if I can fit in the entire prompt.

Gladio' big enough to hold Noctis with his body alone, but sometimes he likes to use other toys. It lets him catalogue his prince's reactions more closely, to see how deeply his liege craves discipline under all the reflexive laziness.

"Is it enough, Highness?" For once, the title escapes Gladio without a hint of mockery.

He's got Noctis trussed up right: arms tied to chains hanging off the ceiling, raised high enough so Noctis almost has to stand on the tips of his toes. There's just a bit of strain on his shoulders, and the long line of his body is exposed. A spreader bar keeps his legs open, limiting his ability to clench around the thick dildo Gladio fucked him with earlier in the evening. A black ball gag and heavy blindfold complete the gorgeous picture.

Gladio wishes Noctis could see his cock, flushed pink and swollen, yielding droplets of precome to the floor. Tonight, Gladio had not employed a cockring, eager to test the prince's discipline. Every time he'd look closed, trashing against his bonds and keening, Gladio had given given his cock a slap or two. Nothing particularly harsh, just a concrete reminder that for Noctis to get a hold of himself.

"Is that enough, Highness?" repeats Gladio.

Noctis lets out something that sounds like a sob, then nods vigorously.

AN: I have to get ready for work lol. Can't be late because I'm writing porn.

Ignis/Noctis, Somnophillia

[(Anonymous)]

Ignis/Noctis Somnophillia,
Sleeping princess syndrome and a sleepy prince...

Re: Ignis/Noctis, Somnophillia

[(Anonymous)]

Question for you! I'm not really familiar with somnophilia, so I wanted to ask, do you prefer like sweet sleepy sex with previous consent, or are you looking for non-con/dub-con with Noct not really aware of what Ignis is doing?

Gladio/Noctis/Prompto: Impromptu threesome.

[(Anonymous)]

Gladious and Noctis are heavily engrossed in foreplay/making out when Prompto walks in. Prompto's initially embarrassed and tries to leave, but Noctis and Gladio manage to get him to stay and join in.

Ardyn/Any, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Ardyn being tortured or raped - maybe by Bahamut, maybe by Cor, maybe by someone else - it's up to you, Anon. I just want to see Ardyn on the verge of tears.

+ bonus points for Noctis seeing the torture and deciding to help Ardyn because even he doesn't deserve this

Re: Ardyn/Any, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

/sits here eagerly like a bird of prey

Must be balls deep into Ardyn. Like royally messed up!

Clarus/Regis

[(Anonymous)]

Old man love ftw~! Let's do this.

[artfill] Re: Clarus/Regis

[(Anonymous)]

Very vanilla artfill for these daddies doing the do :D http://agi92.tumblr.com/image/158086342317

Gen or Noctis/Ardyn, Undying King

[(Anonymous)]

What if every time Noctis dies, he wakes up at a save point (aka the last camp or motel they stayed at). At first he thinks he's dreaming, but then it becomes clear that he's actually reliving hours or even days. It makes him reckless because he can do things over anytime they go wrong, but then he finds that some things can't be changed no matter what he does (such as Luna dying). He gets super frustrated because what's the use of a power like that if he can't actually make a difference?

Optional: By the time he gets to chapter 13, Noctis is so full of rage that he's just smashing his way through uncaring of anything, including himself. If he dies, he just starts over, right? In comes Ardyn, who's also kept his memories during the rewinds and finds the whole thing amusing as fuck. Hatesex ensues.

Re: Gen or Noctis/Ardyn, Undying King

[(Anonymous)]

I'm working on this right now! May take a while, but I swear I will fill this prompt if it ends me.

Noctis/Lightning or Noct/Aranea, getting stepped on

[(Anonymous)]

I get the feeling that Noctis would enjoy being stepped on by strong female characters. Make of this what you will. :3

Fill: Taking That Step, Aranea/Noctis, getting stepped on

[(Anonymous)]

Set during Chapter Twelve


Noctis is breathing heavily, knocked to the ground again, his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, his skin flushed the loveliest shade of pink. Aranea can feel the heat in her smirk as she stares down at him, watching him push himself up on to his elbows, legs sprawled across the dirt.

He needs this; she can see it in the way Noctis’ eyes have grown glassier the longer they’ve sparred, can hear it in the way his taunts have given way to grunts and soft little growls that make Aranea want to pull his hair and taste the frustration from his lips.

He’s so close to losing it, and it’s the most delicious thing, all that rage and hopelessness and stubbornness and pride cracking at the edges. He needs it, needs her, and he doesn’t even know it, but Aranea’ll take good care of him all the same.

His eyes snap up to her face, flying wide with surprise, when the toe of her boot presses to his chest. It’s as easy to push him down as she knew it would be, and the back of his head thuds dully against the grass as she nudges him roughly on to his back.

Noctis looks younger like this, eyes as dazed as she’s ever seen them, lips parted. A flash of blue light washes over him as his daggers flare and disappear from his hands, a surrender he probably doesn’t even realise he’s offering her, and Aranea can see the flutter of his eyelashes as she eases more of her weight on to the foot planted firmly on his chest.

“You’ve had a long journey,” she murmurs. His expression is somewhere between wary and wanting, and it suits him perfectly. “And you’re not done yet.”

He frowns distractedly, his hand reaching for her calf. “I know,” he huffs, and for a moment there’s clarity creeping back into his eyes.

That just won’t do.

His breath stutters when she pushes down harder; she can see him struggling a little as he has to work for each inhale under the pressure from her boot. That fleeting clarity fades as quickly as it flared, and Aranea can’t help but wonder how long he’s been craving this, been needing someone to hold him down and turn him inside-out.

“Do you?” she whispers, smiling for the way Noctis’ fingers grasp weakly at her ankle, clinging to her like he’s frightened she’ll stop.

There’s no chance of that - she’ll see this mission through to the end, and relish every moment.

They’re skirting the edge of the floodlights, a little too close to the dark. The daemons have taken Tenebrae, and she and Noctis already shouldn’t be this far from the base camp they’ve set up at the train station; they can’t afford to stray any further. It’s not the most private of settings, but Aranea trusts her men to be discreet, and she’s sure Ignis and Gladio will usher away any prying eyes. So the location will have to do - a compromise between safety and seclusion.

His fingers slip from the shining leather of her boot when she drags the sole of it down over his stomach, his arm falling limply to his side. There’s confusion on his face, yearning, like he understands that he wants something but hasn’t allowed himself to realise what it is.

Aranea shows him exactly what his body wants, and his eyes roll up as her boot pushes down between his legs.

She can feel how hard he already is, his hips bucking, hair dragging against the ground as his head tilts backwards and his back arches up for her. So very pretty, and she nudges her toes against his balls, watching through her peripheral vision as the heels of Noctis’ own boots skid uselessly across the dirt.

His moan is loud; he’s a naturally quiet person but Aranea can only imagine how long he’s been bottling this desire inside. If any heads turn in their direction, she can’t bring herself to care, not with him spread out for her, and she rides the jerk of his hips, pushing her foot down again. Not hard enough to be spiteful, but enough that it’ll hurt - the right kind of hurt, the kind that’s not about pain but instead about pleasure.

The noise Noctis makes is close to a keen, animal and desperate, and Aranea feels herself throb beneath her armour, growing wetter with every helpless sound that she coaxes from him.

Noctis’ hands scrabble at the grass, catching at the flowers that frame the lithe lines of his body, their blue petals dulled to a dim grey in the untimely darkness. “Let me take you where you need to go,” she purrs, and he nods mindlessly for her like a puppet, begging for what she can give him.

And Aranea will give it all to him - she’ll give Noctis everything he needs to quiet all those angry voices in his mind with the sweet peace of submission.

Noctis/Any, Eat Spell

[(Anonymous)]

Like the Eat spell in Final Fantasy 8, Noctis can eat daemons for strength and power.

fill: the bad ending

[(Anonymous)]

he doesn’t mean to, is the thing. he can stop anytime, except not right this instant. not when he needs the strength, that extra little rush from hot live blood and the snap of magic he can feel to his fingertips.

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the first time had been an accident. he’d just been so tired, so hungry, so frustrated with everything, but especially gladio getting in his face about ignis’ injury and the constant recriminations about him not having the stones to put the ring on. he’d stormed off ahead, ignoring prompto’s pleas for him to wait and gladio’s little snipe about the prince going it alone. fuck them. fuck everything.

the gurangatches catch him off guard, one of them getting in a good swipe before noct slams a sword in between its eyes and it goes down with a shriek. it hurts, but the pain’s good, it’s the first thing he’s been able to feel after luna’s death.

he doesn’t know what makes him think of it, what makes him reach out and phase his hand through the daemon’s chest until he’s gripping its heart, the whole thing like he’s half in a dream as he raises his hand to his mouth and takes a bite. he doesn’t come back to himself until after, when his hand is clean and he feels good in a way he hasn’t in weeks: full, satiated, content.

the next time hadn’t been an accident.

-

the others wouldn't understand, and tensions are already strained to the breaking point. he doesn't want to hear what gladio would say about his newfound habit of taking his meals raw.

so noct sneaks out alone after they've all fallen into an uneasy sleep, the future a looming uncertain spectre that creeps closer with each passing day.

he starts small, luring in a stray sabretusk that's wandered away from its herd, pinning it neatly with his broadsword before tearing its heart out. he can feel the strength fill him, the blood rich and bursting with life, his magic humming as if overfull, eager to be used. by the fifth night, he's digging bare hands into the chest of a behemoth he'd taken out with a single fire spell, and the taste of it is more decadent than the dessert that ignis has yet to perfect. for a short while, noctis feels like nothing can touch him, more powerful than the gods at his beck and call.

-

zegnautus keep is a desolate wasteland of the dead and dying and noct doesn't know how he'd have made it through ardyn’s little maze of horrors if he hadn't learned to consume daemons for sustenance. he tears through them with little consideration for niceties, crunching goblin bones between his teeth as he waits for the ghoul to take a few more steps forward and reaching.

he must look a mess, but,

‘oh noct’, ardyn just says. he sounds pleased. ‘do your little friends know?’

noct bares bloody teeth at him. the crystal is bright and shining behind him, and it hurts to look. he’d reached out a hand and begged it to banish the daemons, to bring the light back, but the only response he’d gotten was a deep aching burn across his palm where he’d touched the edge of it. he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to fucking do. no one had told him anything; not his father, not luna, not gentiana though she’d been happy to feed him endless scraps of cryptic bullshit when all he’d wanted was one clear direction.

perhaps surprisingly, arydyn is the only one who hasn’t lied to his face.

'what now,' he asks, though the real question might be what's left.

ardyn laughs, spreading his hands before him. 'i leave that to you, o king of kings.'

Glaives & retainers/Regis, gangbang

[(Anonymous)]

Regis passes on his magic with sex. Cue all of his retainers and the Kingsglaive fucking him one after another.

+10000

[(Anonymous)]

YES PLEASEEEEEE!

Noctis/Ignis or Noctis/Gladio, praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

A natural consequence of being scolded so often is that Noctis develops a deep seated need for being praised, something does not go unnoticed by Gladio/Ignis (either, or both is fine). He/they use it to their advantage one day when Noctis is being particularly difficult and he/they've had enough.

Non-established relationship please, like to see Noctis fall apart under a deluge of whispered compliments in spite of princely resolve and bad temper.