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Re: Ardyn/Regis, political marriage/wedding night
Date: 2017-01-25 08:24 pm (UTC)Ardyn/Prompto + Noctis, Gladio and Ignis, non-con + psychological violence
Date: 2017-01-25 08:26 pm (UTC)And if he spoke through a microphone?
And if Ardyn left the mic open and harassing verbally and physically Prompto?
Re: Ardyn/Prompto + Noctis, Gladio and Ignis, non-con + psychological violence
Date: 2017-01-25 08:27 pm (UTC)Ardyn/Iris - dubcon, noncon, seduction, whatever!
Date: 2017-01-25 08:39 pm (UTC)FILL 2/? Re: Gladio/Noctis sugardaddy/sugarbaby
Date: 2017-01-25 08:54 pm (UTC)“Hell,” Noct says. “You have a driver?”
“Better than an Uber,” Gladio says. “Come on.”
The inside of the car is nice, and the leather seats remind Noct distressingly of his father’s favorite vintage model, before Gladio’s hand is on his thigh and his tongue is parting his lips, and honestly, who gives a fuck about leather anyways…
He isn’t sure how they make it to the top of Gladio’s penthouse apartment. Noct is a careful drinker, and he can already feel the buzz wearing off on the way up to the apartment, so when he’s let in, he asks to use the bathroom first. He sits on the edge of the tub and texts Prompto and his roommate, Ignis, to let them know that no, he isn’t in the clutches of a serial killer and yes, the bathroom tiles are heated, oh my god.
When he cleans up a bit, he steps out to see Gladio standing at the door to a room across the hall, checking his phone.
“C’mere,” Gladio says, and Noct obeys, lifting himself onto his toes to get a better grip on Gladio’s thick brown hair. The phone drops to the carpet, and Noct feels Gladio’s large hands grip his ass, dragging him up. He wraps his legs around Gladio’s waist, and the two of them stagger into the dark room beyond.
They already had their awkward conversation on how long it’s been since they’ve each been tested, but Noct is still relieved when, halfway through divesting each other of their clothes, Gladio fumbles in the bedside table for condoms.
He expected Gladio to be larger than normal, and isn’t disappointed, but what he hasn’t planned for is how gentle the man can be. Gladio spends a good amount of time just kissing him, exploring his body, brushing calloused hands over his nipples and running his lips along sensitive places that even Noct hasn’t bothered to consider. Noct can be, in the words of former lovers, a needy little shit sometimes, but this treatment is almost soothing, keeping him on the edge of pleasure without tipping over into discomfort.
“You’re beautiful,” Gladio says. Noct flushes—he’s no good at taking compliments—and Gladio grins. “You ready?”
“Yeah. Yes, just do it.”
“As you wish, princess,” Gladio says. Noct scowls, but it doesn’t sound like an insult, and suddenly he can hear the click of a bottle cap and Gladio’s fingers brush his entrance and oh, oh god—
“Relax,” Gladio says, and Noct takes a long breath as Gladio presses a finger in to the second knuckle. He squirms against it, desperate for more, and Gladio laughs a little and traces a tongue over Noct’s left nipple as he pushes a second finger in and crooks it just so. Noct reaches for his own erection, but Gladio pushes his hand away, and he whines.
“That’s a nice sound.”
“Oh, fuck you.”
“You want me to stop?” Gladio looks at him seriously, and Noct shakes his head.
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
By the end of the night, Noct is pushed up against the headboard with one hand clutched on the brasswork while he frantically jerks off with the other, trying to match Gladio’s relentless pace as the larger man thrusts into him. This is hardly gentle, but it’s overwhelmingly good, and Gladio’s cock hits his prostate with almost every forward thrust. Noct comes first, and his hand slips from the headboard as he slumps onto the pillows, gasping. Gladio grunts and holds him up by the hips, and pounds into him so fiercely that Noct is pushed forward on the soft sheets. He keeps going even as he comes, and finally stills, running his hands over Noct’s trembling thighs.
“Fuck,” he says. “That’s—Noct? Noct, are you okay?” He pulls out a little too quickly, and Noct winces, but he doesn’t understand the sudden concern. It isn’t until Gladio’s hands touch Noct’s cheeks that he realizes, and he laughs.
“Oh, no,” he says. “I, uh, this is embarrassing, but I’m—“
“Didn’t take you for a crier,” Gladio says, relief pouring from him in waves. “Was it too much?” He sits back and removes his condom, then ties it and clambers off the bed.
“Not too much,” Noct assures him, and rolls onto his side. “Hey, come back.” He knows he’s whining, but he doesn’t care. Gladio returns from the other end of the room and pulls him into his arms.
They kiss slow after that, and Gladio asks him if he’s in college, how come he was on the run from an ex who looked at least twice his age, what plans he has for the future. Noct stumbles through it, painfully aware that he has no plans other than to go home and beg forgiveness for the crime of trying to exist on his own terms for a while.
Gladio isn’t very pleased with that.
“Honestly?” he says, “That has to be the worst plan I’ve ever heard.”
“I didn’t say it was a good plan,” Noct admits. “It’s the only plan. I’m getting evicted in two weeks, and Prompto isn’t allowed to have any more hangers-on at his place.”
“So you’re going to lie? Get married to a girl you don’t like?”
“I like her fine,” Noct says, a little defensive. “Just not like that. And trust me, the feeling’s mutual.” He groans. “This is depressing. So what’s your story? You do this often? No offense, but you don’t seem like the pick-up type.”
“I don’t really have time for serious relationships,” Gladio says. “But no, I’m not into random hook-ups, either. This was a… rare case.”
“Huh. Should I be flattered?”
“Easy on the ego.” Gladio smacks him on the ass, and Noct pulls a face that makes the other man laugh. “I guess. Look. Don’t go to your dad’s tomorrow.”
“Don’t have much choice.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, but I have experience in this kind of thing.” Gladio runs a hand up Noct’s cheek and brushes a thumb under his eye. “Take a day to think about it. You can stay here, if you want—I have to go to work in the morning, but it won’t be a problem.”
Noct looks around at the bedroom, so well furnished that it would put even his room at home to shame. “I don’t know, I don’t want to impose…”
“I’ll bring you something back from Rosa’s. It’s a patisserie on 45th and Weston. Tiny iced cakes the size of your finger. Come on.”
Noct laughs. “Are you bribing me?”
“If it stops you from running headfirst into a miserable situation, sure.” Gladio presses his lips to Noct’s neck and bites down, making him gasp. “And if you’re up for a repeat of tonight, I won’t say no…”
Noct runs his hands over the feathers of the tattoo on Gladio’s back and thinks about it. “Alright,” he says, at last. “Just for tomorrow. Still not sure why you’d even care, though.”
Gladio chuckles against the curve of Noct’s shoulder, raising goosebumps on his skin. “Let’s just say I’m a soft touch for hopeless cases,” he says, and sits up to pull Noct into a crushing kiss, full of promise.
Noctis/Iris- Au Noctis lives
Date: 2017-01-25 08:58 pm (UTC)Ardyn/Prompto (Noctis/Prompto or Gen) - A Queen Fit For A King
Date: 2017-01-25 09:14 pm (UTC)+Prompto in a dress...
++Ardyn has Prompto sitting on his lap when Noctis arrives
+++Optional mpreg (I don't know, maybe Ardyn wants an heir)
Re: Clarus/Regis, Gay Married w/Kids Domestic AU
Date: 2017-01-25 09:23 pm (UTC)Regis + Ignis/Other Royal Shovel Talk
Date: 2017-01-25 09:48 pm (UTC)So I want Regis, King of Lucis, giving the shovel talk to the poor unfortunate bastard who first tries to date Ignis.
Re: Ignis/Gladio/Noctis/Prompto, insecure!Prompto, supportive boyfriends
Date: 2017-01-25 09:54 pm (UTC)Any Age!Noctis, Separation Anxiety, Any Pairings OK
Date: 2017-01-25 10:19 pm (UTC)Would love to see that his separation anxiety relates mostly to him missing his father at first, then extends to missing the chocobros after his father dies, or perhaps to Luna (should you choose to keep her alive instead of killing her).
+Lots of Hurt/Comfort
++OT4 Polyship Goodness
+++Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU, just so more characters can see Noctis' episodes, and more characters to potentially comfort him.
Re: Clarus/Regis, Gay Married w/Kids Domestic AU
Date: 2017-01-25 10:22 pm (UTC)Gen, Noct is angry about the arranged marriage
Date: 2017-01-25 10:51 pm (UTC)So, I'd like to see the argument that took place when Regis broke the news that Nifleheim decided that Noct had to get married, and to who.
Or maybe Noct getting snappy after one too many jokes about "lover boy" this, or "wedding bells" that.
Re: Clarus/Regis, Gay Married w/Kids Domestic AU
Date: 2017-01-25 10:55 pm (UTC)Re: World of Ruin AU; Noctis is around for those 10 years
Date: 2017-01-25 11:03 pm (UTC)Fill: Re: Ignis/Noctis cross dressing 1/?
Date: 2017-01-25 11:29 pm (UTC)--
Ignis didn't particularly want to be out; he had a meeting with the King at noon about Noctis’s welfare since graduation and then plans to spar with Gladio after. Then it would be returning to Noctis’s apartment, making more Tenebraen pastries, helping the prince with his calculus homework whilst pining over what could never be.
At least, that was how Gladio phrased it when he threw a leather jacket at Ignis’s head.
“We’re going out. Just looking at you is making me sick. All this woobly emotional crap is getting hard to wade through, Iggy.” His friend stared at him with big brown eyes, pleading. It was almost comical coming from a man who could bench press a car. “You’re even making me sober. Just go out there, find yourself a hot piece of ass, fuck it senseless and let it go.”
Let it go.
“I don't need to gyrate against someone in a club like a common animal to take care of my base urges. I assure you, if I have the urge I’ll take care of it myself.” He was hardly a virgin; there was a time in university where he had taken to trying new things that had been off limits before… it had been when Ignis was away from Noctis for long enough to realize that the pull he had to the prince was more than just lust…. He had felt lust before. Whatever was happening, it was something that certainly had another layer under the surface.
“You wouldn't be so uptight if you did.”
“It is absolutely none of your concern--”
“Look, Iggy. I get it. You’re in love, you’re devoted, yada yada ya. Fine. I’m not here to try an’ convince you otherwise. What I am trying to do is getcha to come out with me, get drunk, get fucked, and let off some of that tension. It isn’t good for you.”
Gladio was trying his best to be a good friend, but all Ignis could see was black hair and blue, blue eyes.
Gladio sighed. “Just come out with me, be my wingman?”
Fighting with the Shield was futile. He may as well have given up, and it was clear to Gladio that he had already won the round and the night.
So there they were, packed into one of the popular clubs in Insomnia like fish. The name “tHe sIXx” was emblazoned across the doorway, though Ignis was not sure what could have made anything in the place holy. In fact, from the garbage bags piled high outside, Ignis could certainly imagine that the Six would certainly not enjoy a place of such… ill repute.
It smelled just as bad, too. The moment they were through the door the music and scent of bodies and sweat made Ignis feel a little lightheaded.
“Think he recognized us from those shots in the magazines,” Gladio said as they passed, though Ignis would have been shocked if anyone in Insomnia didn't know who they were as of late. The paparazzi made it their mission to track down the prince. Ever since the gag order ended after Noctis graduated, the prince’s photos could be taken at any function or public place; prior, only the King’s carefully selected official photos were available to allow Noctis the “chance to learn and experience life in a manner befitting any young person of Insomnia.”
Ignis hated it only second to Noctis, who had already quit his part time job at McCaelum’s after one photojournalist caught him dozing into his burger during a break, his Kingsglaive flicking fries at his head.
Since then the prince had found himself spending most of his time in his apartment goofing off, at least until the shock of the prince with drool down his mouth, nose covered in fast food grease disappeared from popular culture.
Ignis wasn't sure when that would happen, but to be fair neither did Noctis.
Gladio caught his attention by slamming a glass tumbler into his hand, a stream of steaming liquid sloshing out and onto his hand. It didn't burn, but it definitely wasn’t cold.
“What is this?” Ignis asked as he stared down at the concoction Gladio handed him, seeing that the flames were real, though they didn't seem to be hot. How peculiar.
“The Infernian,” Gladio explained as he showed his own glass--solid blue with only the top of a beautiful clear ball of ice sticking out of the liquid. “I got a Hydraen. Drink up, Iggy. Let loose.”
Ignis did not particularly want to let loose, but he knew from the look Gladio was giving him that if he didn't drink he would only delay the inevitable.
There was no getting out of this one, he surmised.
Ignis held out his drink, letting the flames flicker in the light. “To…” Ignis stared at the drink and the fire.
“To getting laid and moving on,” Gladio raucously laughed until his voice seemed to echo through the room. A few people had looked up and over to the two of them, and Ignis could only shake his head and down the drink in its entirety. The flames puffed out and the liquid went down, burning a fire down his throat and straight to his belly. It filled him, letting a pleasant feeling rise through his skin, making his cock jump at the feeling of his pants digging into him.
He should have known better than to have trusted Gladio as he looked up, eyes narrowing.
“What was in that concoction you just gave me?”
Gladio clucked his tongue. “Nothing dangerous. Nothing illegal, either. Just a bit of a Mettle VX. Should help with your vitality; makes you horny as fuck, too,” Gladio said as he pounded back his own drink. When he finished it he licked his lips and winked at Ignis. “You can thank me later, but Iggy-- turn around and look at that number in red.”
Ignis didn’t want to turn around, because turning around meant admitting to Gladio that perhaps, fine, it was better of him to have done something like this than to have fallen to pieces in front of Noctis, but… he did it anyway.
He didn’t regret it. Maybe it was the liquid rushing through his body, the way the Mettle VX was giving him an edge that he hadn’t felt since he sinfully allowed himself to bury his nose into Noctis’s hair one night when the prince had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Maybe it was loneliness. But, Ignis was pretty sure it was something more like lightning… or perhaps, like fire.
She looked like him.
Ignis wasn’t sure what he really saw first--her black long tresses, her lush lips, her dainty nose, or her vivid blue eyes. Those eyes, so full of life and laughter made something inside of Ignis pull tight. She was close enough that Ignis could see her silhouette in the constant sway of changing colors. She was wearing red, like passion and blood and the drink he had downed a moment ago; it was the way Noctis’s mouth would look if he had dared to crush their mouths together.
She really, truly looked like him; it was in her lashes, in her cheeks… and yet Ignis knew that she was different.
He could have her, couldn’t he? No one would accuse him of abusing his station, no one would look twice. She was a woman; Ignis wasn’t usually inclined to women, but…
She wore his smile like Ignis wore his heart on his sleeve.
“Go get her, Iggy. She’s too pretty to be there all by herself.” Ignis turned to see Gladio with another drink in his hand, rocking on the balls of his boots. “You’ll thank me later. Trust me.”
Ignis took a look at the drink in Gladio’s hand-- a violent purple that made Ignis’s eyes water, but he quickly took that from him and downed it, not even wincing when the electricity in his mouth went down like a spark. He needed the courage-- Ignis was not typically a shy man, and he had been involved in sex many times before and would no doubt many times after…
Yet there was something about her that Ignis could not quite put his finger on…
Ignis was pretty sure it was the Mettle VX and whatever was in the last drink he had downed, because there was something like a sheer fog in his mind; he could handle his liquor, but this was something different….
He realized it very quickly when he crossed the dance floor toward her, seeing her turned around. A pert, round ass and a long, sinfully delicious neck and there, nestled at the base of her throat at the point her dress met her choker, could Ignis see the hint of an Adam’s Apple.
That suited him just fine.
So, using the courage of the booze and the Red of her dress, Ignis boldly reached out and let his fingers sun against the lace of her dress and around her, pulling her body taut against his.
“You look utterly ravishing, my dear,” he murmured into her black hair.
She even used the same cologne he did.
Re: Ardyn/Prompto (Noctis/Prompto or Gen) - A Queen Fit For A King
Date: 2017-01-26 12:11 am (UTC)Re: Prompto/Any, Cloud is an overprotective parent
Date: 2017-01-26 12:13 am (UTC)Brot4, deaging, child soldier MT!Prompto
Date: 2017-01-26 12:23 am (UTC)Then one day he gets deaged on the journey with bros, and all the training/programming resets and now his bros are super freaked out and worried and maybe a little scared and as they understand better a lot angry.
Prompto can't do anything without direct orders.Even the most basic self-care that you'd expect a child of that age to know. He doesn't know what toys are or how to play, he can't talk because who would converse with a weapon. He's an even better shot than adult Prompto, but like hell they'll let him fight.
Just gimme all the fucked up child soldier angst that was missing in canon, and BB!Prompto getting help from his from his bros.
Re: Ardyn/Prompto (Noctis/Prompto or Gen) - A Queen Fit For A King
Date: 2017-01-26 12:29 am (UTC)(frozen) Any/Any, DRABBLE TREE
Date: 2017-01-26 12:36 am (UTC)The next person continues the trend, taking a sentence or phrase from any of the existing drabbles and creating their own.
Ignis/Any, knifeplay
Date: 2017-01-26 12:57 am (UTC)I'd prefer it was one of the Chocobros but whatever works.
Bonus points if he leaves his name/initials on his lover somewhere.
Re: Ignis/Any, knifeplay
Date: 2017-01-26 01:30 am (UTC)Re: Brot4, deaging, child soldier MT!Prompto
Date: 2017-01-26 01:49 am (UTC)Re: Da
Date: 2017-01-26 01:59 am (UTC)