ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post

So its always been the Amicitia family's duty to protect the royal family? So if there were no Gladio (never born, dead, run to live in the wilderness with his cup noodle, whateves) it would probly fall to Iris to be the Shield to Prince Noctis.

So just imagine canon, but instead of a big wall of muscle, the Prince's shield is adorable teenage girl who knows ten ways to kill you with a plushie.

idfk know where im going with this it just popped into my head and wont leave me alone

This is wonderful, do you know how wonderful this is?

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Whenever Prom hangs out with the guys, he's always late when coming to the castle and by the time he makes it, Gladio notoces small bruises here and there. Gladio decides to see what's going on so he hides where the guards won't see him and witnesses the guards harassing/beating up Prom before letting him inside. Cue protective Gladio because no one expects the King's Shield to be friends with Prom

+++the guards use taser or something on Prompto at one point

Seconded I am here for this

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We don't know much about Aulea other than the fact that she was childhood friend. Well what if instead of coming from a noble house or a position of power she was a regular person maybe middle class or even dirt poor. It would be cool to see a story exploring a regular woman who isn't special becoming queen. How do the people of Lucis react? How do the noblemen and councilmen react to Regis's decision? What about the regular people? What does Aulea go through?

OH YOU BET I'M ON THIS OH BOY OH GOLLY OH GEE

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Aulea was a resourceful girl.

When she was six, she learned how to pick apart the threads of her old blue dress to let down the hem another two inches, how to hide the string that tied up her hair, and how to wash her face in the West Park fountain in the early morning before the guards came. She would walk three miles to the closest public school, where she smiled and laughed and ate her free dining hall lunches with the careful slowness of one who did not want anyone to know she was hungry. She raced off by Ruby Street on her way out, where she would slip in the back door of Penwell’s Fine Cloth & Tailors and spend hours untangling ribbons, listening to Mr. Penwell teach his fidgety assistant how to tailor clothes for the nobility. Then she would collect a few credits and run to the tunnels.

Trains used to run there, once upon a time. Now, the alcove where passengers used to stand in wait to be ferried off to the Citadel belonged to Aulea and her mother.

She would clean the worst of the mess, first. Then she’d urge her mother to eat, or drink, or open her eyes, and when that was done, she’d climb up into the light of the tunnel steps and do her homework on the abandoned open-air platform.

When she was six-and-a-half, Aulea borrowed a shovel from the gardener in West Park who always smiled at her on her way to school, and she learned how to dig.

She was fine, after. She knew she was fine. Her mother had told her, over and over, “You are a clever girl, Aulea. A resourceful girl. You don’t bow your head to no one.” So she kept her chin eye, and her eyes bright, and her voice rang out in the gardens above her home clear and true.
When Aulea was seven, Mr. Penwell allowed her to come into the shop and stitch lines in working class women’s dresses. Aulea was a hand with a needle, and she found the work comforting. Only she could control how small the stitches were, how straight the lines, how the folds of the cloth draped over each other to sweep the floor like ripples on the park fountain. She would sing, sometimes, little songs from her mother’s home beyond Insomnia, and Mr. Penwell’s assistant would lend a low voice to hers on quiet afternoons.

She dreamed of one day learning how to make cloth this fine, create her own clothes that even the King and Queen would stumble over themselves to buy. It was a silly dream, but it did help to pass the long, quiet hours before sunset.

The day the monster boy came, however, was hardly quiet at all.

“I don’t know why I have to be here!” The voice in the waiting room was young, like Aulea, but plaintive, with the hint of a drawl that she was starting to associate with the upper class. She could hear soothing noises coming from the other room, and then the mortifying thump of a foot slamming into the floor.

“I don’t care!” the voice cried again. “He said he would come with me, and he didn’t. I can be fitted at home just as well as here.”

The assistant sighed and got to her feet, giving Aulea a familiar grimace. “Little princeling,” she whispered. Aulea smiled.

“Children,” she said, shrugging. The assistant grinned at her and disappeared round the corner, cooing in her best customer service voice.

It didn’t go well. Five minutes later, the assistant stormed in, hands flapping like the feathers of a ruffled bird.

“Little princeling, indeed!” she hissed, and flounced into the back room.

Aulea set down the gown she was working on, curious. She’d only heard children make such a fuss on the first day of school, when the little ones were too scared of leaving their parents to appreciate what they were there to learn.

Despite Mr. Penwell’s warnings not to disrupt noble customers, Aulea inched her way to the door and peered into the waiting room.

The voice belonged to a boy, standing alone in the room against the wall, arms crossed, face like a stormcloud. He was about Aulea’s age, with fine, dark hair and skin so pale she was certain he had to walk around under a parasol all day. His clothes were exquisitely made in black silk, and his expression was so dour that she had to laugh.

He looked up sharply, and caught her eye. For a moment, he looked like he was about to be angry, but then his brows knit in something more like curiosity.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“That’s a way to say hello,” Aulea said. The boy flushed pink and looked away. “Aw, don’t you be cross, boy.” Aulea couldn’t help but smile. How funny, that a child so well off could look so grim! “I ain’t your mother. You can learn how to talk respectable on your own time.”

“Don’t call me a boy,” the boy said, archly. “You’re my age. And you don’t have to teach me anything, you’re common.”

“Common?” Aulea bridled. Resourceful and clever as she was, she didn't take kindly to insult. “I ain’t common. Common is stamping your foot when good folks want to make you look nice. Common is being a child long past the time you’re meant to be a man. You’re as common as rainwater, little boy. I’m as common as the moon.”

The boy stared, slackjawed, twin spots of fury high on his cheeks. She half expected him to fly at her, but instead, he closed his mouth and grinned.

“Goodness,” he said, sounding much less like a brat than he did half a minute ago. “You’re something else.”

“I’ve a right to be, don’t I?” Aulea said, still angry. “Don’t you laugh at me.”

“I’m not, I’m not!” The boy raised his hands in surrender, and stepped forward. “I’m sorry. I was rude. My name’s… my name’s Regis. What’s yours?” He extended a hand to her. Aulea looked at it warily, as though it were a snake about to strike.

“Aulea, if it please you,” she said, and sank into a wobbly curtsey. Regis giggled, and she took his hand.

“It’s very good to meet you, Aulea,” he said.

“There,” she told him, smiling once more. “Don’t it feel nice to treat people like people?”

Regis opened his mouth again, and Aulea laughed in his face.

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So Any fucks Noctis so hard he can't walk straight the next day. Mama bird Ignis noctices him limping and starts to fuss over him and Noct is too embarrassed too say why. Misunderstandings and hilarity ensue!

For some reason Prompto keeps taking photos of Gladio eating in my file, so why not take this opportunity to request a fic about oral fixation!

+ Gladio gives Prompto head
+ Dirty talk is involved

WAAAANNTT

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So what if Pryna lets you look into the future? But just like using Umbra's powers to look into the past, you can't change anything from the events you see.

Then after years of secretly keeping in touch with Lunafreya, Prompto finally figures out she's the Oracle and the dog is magic

+ Uses Pryna's ability to relive saying hi to Noct for the first time BC HES SO NERVOUS
++ Manipulative!Luna because when Gentiana suggests to "find out" who Prompto is, they do it in the most astral-y way possible: looking into his past AND future which is why she assumes they're friends in brotherhood. Also that he's got a certain set of codes that would be handy for Noctis
+++ Prompto doesn't take it seriously at all and uses the ability to find THE PERFECT TIMING to take pics in battle
+100000 If it gets sad later on, knowing that he can't change the future but it's still so hard for him to go through things again :(

Sometime before they leave Insomnia, Prompto's white/green wristband snaps off. He's about to have a panic attack, but Noctis just understandably hands him his right hand glove.

Up to you how this all plays out!

Exactly what it says on the tin. Noct and Prompto have some private time away from the others and Noct works out his frustrations (sexual or otherwise) by riding Prompto aggressively. I'd prefer if they were in a relationship but I don't mind either way!

Though it's rare that it rains in Lestallum, the drops have never sounded louder and angrier against the window pane. It's all Prompto can focus on when he can't sleep, recent events still drilled deep into his bones, keeping him on high alert. All that surging adrenaline makes his heart pound furiously even while his body lies in place on the bed, and he listens to the rolling air from his own throat just to try and latch onto something to calm down and relax. He has half a mind to try and fix himself some tea downstairs, but moving feels like a chore, especially when he's waiting for the others to return. Gladio and Ignis had gone out for some provisions, and Noctis had wordlessly beelined into the shower the moment they got back from dealing with the imperials and being dropped off in the middle of nowhere in Duscae.

Noctis hadn't said much the entire time even when they'd rode along the wet roads with their chocobo, his body clutching tiredly at the bird like he wanted to drop dead right there. His face had been paler than usual, skin sunk deep around his cheeks and his eyes looking unnaturally lighter when his pupils had been reduced to mere pinpricks. Prompto imagines dealing with a god had taken its toll on him, and he had asked him over and over again if he was okay only to be met with a quiet brush-off that's so typical of Noctis when he's not okay.

Losing the car had been a tough blow to him just like hearing that they'd been personally guided into the Disc by the Chancellor of Niflheim, of all people. To think that guy had been dancing beneath their noses this whole time and probably playing them since the very beginning. He can understand Noctis' upset, but he also doesn't know what to tell him to get him to unwind this time -if there's anything at all he can say. Maybe words don't serve much purpose when the wounds dig that deep, something he's well-acquainted with as his fingers itch to touch his wrist like they've had many times before on sleepless nights.

The stress of nearly losing Noctis and nearly getting killed off himself had left him more unsettled than he likes to admit, and he's struggling to smile around the jagged pins digging into his lips while finding some reprieve in the darkness of the room. He fully expects Noctis to pass right out next to him when he comes out of the shower, so he doesn't even bother to prep any conversation in his head, remaining uncharacteristically quiet himself.

When the bathroom door finally opens, he can see in the faint light the outline of Noctis' body still drenched completely, and his towel rides low on his hips, a view he might have appreciated more on any other night. As it is, he just watches idly through peeked lids, pretending to be asleep while Noctis drags his weight around, though instead of grabbing a fresh set of clothes from their bags, he just tugs out a bottle that's familiar enough to Prompto by now -enough that his heart automatically starts to race fast beneath the sheets.

"Noct?" he asks quietly, breaking the illusion of sleep quickly as he raises himself on one elbow.

The rest of his body flares up underneath an invisible ball of heat rolling savagely down his center while Noctis blinks blearily at him, and his eyes seem to glow for a moment before he looks downwards, almost ashamed as he hesitates near the foot of the bed. Something is definitely off about him and this whole scenario, and Prompto can't shake off the feeling that maybe forming the covenant with that god had rattled him more than he'd have thought. He definitely looks a little spooked out and unlike himself at the moment.

"You okay, Noct?" he presses, one hand reaching out to brush along his arm, trying to offer some kind of physical support.

The bottle falls on the bed next to him, and Noctis nods quietly.

"Do you mind-?" he asks, voice soft and hopeful -definitely more vulnerable than he's used to hearing his friend sound.

It's not like it'd be the first time they ever offered each other that kind of relief, though they'd broken things off before they left Insomnia. With Noctis' oncoming plans to marry, it just didn't feel right to keep fooling around, but the Noctis from then is definitely different than the guy standing before him, absent of his usual smile and relaxed manner around him. This is more like playing with a ticking time bomb about to go off, and Prompto isn't sure what to really say or do at the moment, so he ends up agreeing even when he knows he probably shouldn't.

It's just hard to turn him down when his face looks that sallow and tired in the dim lighting and when Noctis' body is already moving over his, covering him like a blanket of flesh.

"You sure you don't wanna talk or something?" Prompto whispers, half-afraid he'll scare him off if he's too loud, which he knows is ridiculous. It's not like he's dealing with a wild animal here, but it sort of does feel like he's toeing into unchartered territory with him.

"Not in the mood," Noctis replies, and his mouth captures his, all teeth and bruising force pushing into him, numbing him fast.

Whatever protests left he has about the situation fade away quickly, especially when Noctis is already uncapping the bottle and dipping his fingers messily into the liquid. He can barely see anything in the darkness, but he can hear the sound of slick skin rubbing together, getting the faint impression that Noctis must be stretching himself out with his fingers, a sight he really wishes he could see. There's a lot the darkness him veiling right now, and he's a little desperate to make out the outlines of Noctis' face at least, wanting to see what expression he's giving him -if it's angry, sad, pleasured. It's hard to read him at all like this, but Noctis is doing a good job keeping him distracted at the moment as his teeth scrape down his chin and over the side of his neck. The edges of them keep sinking hard into his skin, tugging and sucking around his flesh, and there's more squelching noises, the sound mixed in with Noctis' breathing picking up, his voice hitching when he does something to himself that either hurts or feels good.

It's frustrating trying to figure out which it is at the moment, not wanting Noctis to hurt himself but also recognizing that Noctis probably needs whatever this is right now. He's left ambling to keep up with him as his own fingers slide towards his frontside, grasping blindly at his cock and stroking him there, the touch clumsy but eager.

"Prompto," Noctis breathes out all of the sudden, and Prompto immediately worries he did something wrong.

Fortunately, those worries are put rapidly to rest as Noctis thrusts into his grip and pants heavily against his ear, starting to lose more control over himself and his own body's reactions as Prompto touches him. Considering how guarded he used to be whenever they'd do this, it's a little startling, and Prompto is fighting a losing battle trying not to feel aroused by it.

"You don't have to get all quiet, you know. You can tell me how I should… you know- I want to help."

The words are a struggle to get out, feeling his own body further swallowed in the heat of the moment, growing possessed by whatever Noctis is going through as his friend shifts over him. In the faint window lights, he can catch glimpses of Noctis' body rocking over him, riding his own fingers feverishly as he stretches himself out, and he struggles wildly to see his face more clearly, feeling guilty for wanting to enjoy him like this yet not guilty enough to stop. It doesn't help that he'd missed doing this so badly since they left Insomnia and still has a hard time not reacting physically to Noctis' close proximity, especially all those nights when they'd been crammed together in tight quarters and he could feel Noctis breathing into the back of his neck or tangling fingers into his tank top while he sleeps. Each time, he'd wanted to turn around and just hold him tight like this, capture him between his hands and clutch him until morning, unsure if he'd ever get a chance to really be like this with him again.

That desperation urges him to keep stroking Noctis' dick, feeling it hot and heavy in his palm as he pumps it within his cradled grip, and Noctis is already reaching fast for his belt, quickly unfastening it and popping the button to his pants open. Prompto isn't given much time to really come to terms with what happens next as his pants and underwear are abruptly drawn low enough over his thighs to free his erection before Noctis pours drops of lubricant all over it. He hisses between clenched teeth at the cold sensation and tries to find reason through the jungle of complicated thoughts and feelings filling his head at the moment.

"Don't you think you should slow down there, Noct? Not that I'm complaining. Don't get me wrong. I really, really like this, but you know, you… and Luna-"

His voice breaks around her name, and he feels Noctis hand as it winds around him, fingers squeezing tight around the length of his cock before jerking him upwards. It's harsh and unmeasured, desperation laced into every action that illustrates too well Noctis' impatience at the moment as he readies to slide down over it. Prompto still wishes he could see him, trying to force his eyes to adjust enough, but at the same time, it's also more intense when he can't tell what's going to happen next, only subjected to the feeling of Noctis' body as he lowers himself onto him and envelops him completely in pure heat.

Then, Noctis moves without waiting, rocking down onto him and pushing his body past whatever limit he knows he should possess, his movements wild and charged with the way he sinks heavily onto his cock, and Prompto can hear the dry and broken way Noctis breathes as he rides him. It's just as worrying as everything else he'd done that night, just as unsteady and uncontrolled, and Prompto scrabbles to hold down his hips and try to keep Noctis balanced over him as his friend rams himself down on him with abandon.

"S-slow down, Noct-! Seriously-!" he manages to breathe out, and he wishes he had more upper arm strength to get him to stop moving for a second, his own head whirling too fast to even comprehend what's going on. He just knows that he's being too deeply swallowed up in Noctis' unhinged temperament at the moment to properly fight against it, and it's troubling him quite a lot.

Both his hands are immediately dislodged at that moment and shoved down to the bed, pinioned on either side of his head as Noctis laces their fingers tightly, and he feels Noctis' breath wash over his mouth as he leans over him and whispers-

"Do you really want me to stop?"

No. No, absolutely not. Prompto would burst if he stops now, his whole body thrumming with the desperate need for release now that Noctis is sitting over him wet, naked, and looking the way he imagines him to look in his head -beautiful and unbridled at the moment.

"Just take it down a notch before you hurt yourself," he tries, though he doesn't sound as convincing as he wishes he would, especially when his own cock is aching to press in deeper into him, to bury himself harder into the overwhelming heat of his body.

He doesn't know if Noctis is nodding in agreement or what, but he suddenly starts moving against more calmly, building up momentum as he rolls his hips forwards and shoves himself down on his cock at the same time. It's more hypnotic this time, easier to follow the rhythm and move with him, and Noctis gradually releases his hands to move his palms to lie flat on his chest as his pace picks up steadily.

Prompto's still clamoring to see what he looks like but is gradually becoming immersed in the tight pressure of Noctis' body and the torrid sounds of his groans from above as he fucks himself onto his cock even harder, and it doesn't take long for him to grow merciless again, savage and unbidden in the way he drives Prompto deeper into himself. It's not hunger or even lust that's overtaken him at this point -definitely something closer to rage and anguish, and Prompto welcomes the release, not knowing what else he can do right now. If Noctis needs it, he'll gladly help him, though he never even had a choice to begin with when it comes to Noctis.

His own hands try desperately to cling to him, nails dragging down the small of his back as he lurches from the bed, arching to push in higher, every last complaint dead in his throat as he resolves to surrender to the frenzy. Fighting against it is pointless at this rate, and he's being driven to the brink, tangled up in Noctis' body likes he's always dreamed about being for years since they reunited. It's undeniable now how deeply he wants him sometimes, how much the need digs into him and how inexorably drawn to him Noctis must be in return if this is how they constantly end up when they're alone together -both urgent and clawing at one another, trying to race to find their release as their bodies meet one another frantically.

When Noctis finally comes, it's with a hard shudder that he can feel everywhere over him, racking through his body as his release dribbles onto his stomach, and Prompto feels so deeply screwed up into his body, jerking off the bed to keep pushing inside until he comes, too. The sheer force of it blanches out the rest of his thoughts for a moment, pleasure winding through so wildly and thoroughly that he can't breathe as he holds Noctis in place, letting everything come out in quick, hot spurts inside of him until he's too tired to move after.

Noctis' weight ends up crushing him, heavy and sagging where his limbs grow immobile, and Prompto tries to catch him and roll them over carefully before running a gentle hand through his hair to calm him down. He's still shaking long after his release, which is worrisome enough.

"Wanna talk now or pass out for like a week after that?"

"Probably choice B," Noctis mumbles expectantly, edging his way off of Prompto's cock before turning towards the wall and curling up like that, "I'm beat."

"You at least feeling better? Kind of scared me a bit back there."

His own body turns to face Noctis' back as he absently touches his fingers lightly over his arm in a soothing gesture, hoping he at least helped him just a little even if he feels like most of what he did was lie there and try not to panic.

Noctis' fingers shift to cover his, squeezing lightly around them, and even though he can't see Noctis' expression, he can tell he already looks more relaxed than he did before.

"Yeah, thanks, Prompto," he whispers, not offering much more than that as his fingers remain around his.

The others will probably be back soon, but Prompto can't bring himself to care or even want to move at this moment as the rest of his body shifts closer just so he can bury his nose in between Noctis' shoulder blades and inhale the familiar scent there. He's worried for him and feels like he needs to be here by his side now more than ever.

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Hope this was okay!

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Established relationship, quickie during a dungeon crawl, AU, etc

I don't care, I just want to read about her pegging Iggy, and Iggy loving it

I...really want this

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So, it's been pointed out to me that red soled shoes are kind of a trademark of Louboutins. The boys all wear red soled shoes. Since there's clearly real world influence in the game...

Give me Prompto coming to terms with the fact sometimes your best friend (boyfriend) forgets his privilege and acts like those cute boots you wanted didn't cost more than you make in a year when he just casually gives them to you and it's not even your birthday. Prompto maybe feels like kind of a golddigger here.

AU where Prompto still becomes best friends with Noct but things get complicated when Noctis stats to fall for Prom. a lot of people whisper about the commoner girl using the prince

Second, I would love to see this.

Prompto tries to teach Noctis how to be better at the shooting game and gets a little heavy-handed. They end up in one of those horror games you can sit in... and boy do they get into some trouble. (Handjobs in a semi public place...)

Bonus points if they put in way too many coins for extra time.

Bonus points if they almost get caught.

Extra bonus points if one of them cums on the seat and they freak out.

Ardyn decides to have some fun with his plaything by sending a younger, more psychotic version of himself to bust his ass. Up to any interested writeanons as to whether whether it's dubcon or straight-up noncon.

Luna absorbed Starscourge from people and become corrupted and perverted as Ardyn.
I accept anything.
Luna turned chocobros into her sex slaves? Good luck. Luna goes full Cersei Lannister mode? You are welcome. Luna tortured Iris to death for date with Noctis? Oh, yes.
Any pairings and kinks. Let Luna have some fun.

Wtf I didn't know I needed this

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AU based on this YouTube vid https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXg9CAGUG8M&index=2&list=LL8eUqfgQ3MAmp4D1Ah-7DjQ

what if the council couldn't just accept some pleb (Prompto) to be part of the prince's royal retinue? there's too much on the line for them to have to let a commoner with no obvious use to tag along. like, the council wanted another ignis or another gladio who could be of more 'use' to the prince.

cue noctis' bitch fit
and then cue ignis (or idk regis?) coming up with the idea that they might be able to get prompto accepted by the council if they cite that he's there for sexual relief

I just want angst and things that drag prompto's self-esteem down then get raised up again by the chocobros (I'm sorry I know it's cruel)

bonus points if they have to prove prompto's 'use' at one point

When we get the long-promised FF14/FF15 crossover, we're probably just going to see the Chocobros visit Eorzea, do a few FATEs with them, maybe get an Umbra minion.

And it's going to be a damn waste.

Give us what we really want to see! Prompto obsessed with the Sightseeing Log. Noctis trying to fish in Hullbreaker. Ignis trying to level Carpentry for that sweet, sweet Byregot's Blessing so he can finally HQ those damn tarts. Gladio just so done with everything because he just. wants. everyone. to. stop. screwing. around. and. raid.

Bonus - Ardyn as that one healer who'd be god-like if he didn't keep letting you die to 'teach you a lesson'. They've got him all black-listed but he keeps ending up in their parties anyway, where he's 100% guaranteed to win the mount drops.

HOLY HELL I NEED THIS

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Any Glad/Noct/Ig/Prom combo pairings if author anon wants to go that way.

Drunken shenanigans lead Prompto and Noctis to getting their nipples pierced pre-game. It's not until the Road trip and limited space/privacy that Ignis and Gladiolus find out.

Prompto has weird fantasies sometimes. Carrying the heir to the throne is one of them. Like hell would be ever admit it, though. Cue Ardyn bending his mind a bit, and them both getting off on it. <3

In a universe where mpreg is possible or one where it's just a kinky fantasy?

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I'm just really craving some Regis and Prompto shenanigans (perhaps having to do with Noctis??)

Can be either shippy or gen, I like both~

+ If the shippy route is chosen, Noctis not being opposed and actually thinking they're good for each other

Hi anons. Am shy but have something I'd really like to see. I want to see Ignis bound to the bed and Gladio taking his sweet time taking the adviser apart - hands, mouth, whatever. (Big nos are dubcon/noncon)

+ Gladio blindfolds Ignis to make him focus on just what is being done to him
+++ Ignis ends up gagged at some point because he gets too distracted and can't help but think aloud about all the things he needs to do and Gladdy's having none of that today

i need this like i need to breathe

seconded the fuck out

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>///>; Thank god for anonymised requesting.

So... this is something I'd love to see. Humiliate him a little? Make him blush?

Any specifics you'd like but aren't a deal breaker? Pairings? In the Regalia? Humiliation or porn of any sort? Because fuck yeah.

Re: Prompto - desperation and wetting

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Re: Prompto - desperation and wetting

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I have a headcanon that the number on Prompto's barcode is the day he was created. His parents were never home so he never celebrated his birthday because they weren't there and technically he was never actually "born"

The bros realize they don't know Prom's birthday and when they learn of his situation regarding it, they decide to celebrate because everyone should have a birthday.

+++if the boys notice Prom gets kinda sad whenever they have a birthday celebration for anyone else and Prompto just constantly sidesteps the question

++++++ involves the barcode. Like they could find Prom scratching at it or trying to get it off because that isn't a birth date it's the day he was created and they accidentally mistake it for that

I HAVE THE SAME HEADCANON (except there are additional numbers that designate which batch and which Make/Model and other things that dehumanize) but aNYWAYS
YES YES YESSSS

What if Noct somehow travel to a alternative Eos, where he didn't survive in Marilith attack? (Maybe Gods send him there to fix the world, since there's no chosen one or something else) So I would like to see how the world would turn out, how the death of the prince would affect people and how they will reach to the older Noct.

Seconded so hard!!!

SPOILERS

> prompto is an omega. he and noctis have been fwb for ages, but for some reason or another (maybe because of the engagement, or maybe because noct is kind of a commitmentphobe) never marked him.
> ardyn took an instant liking to him / feels instant ownership for whatever reason.
> when he collects him after the train incident, he notices noct never marked him. so he takes the opportunity to do it himself.
> ardyn has prompto long enough for him to go into heat and mates him. he gets him pregnant. there's also constant mindfucking and ardyn plays with him until he's dependent and needy.

optional: by the time the chocobros rescue him he's already had the baby and their plans get derailed.

Seconded! This is all I want! Hopefully someone will fill it (I put up a similar request quite a while ago *_* )

Re: ardyn/prompto, abo/mpreg, dub/noncon, Stockholm syndrome

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Brot3+Iris, Shield Iris

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Gladio + Prompto- Guards harass Prom

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Regis Lucis Caelum/Queen Aulea- commoner queen

Fill: A Weaver's Hands 1/?

Any/Noctis, A good hard fuck & a worried Mama Iggy

Gladio/Prompto, oral fixation

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Prompto/Noctis (and maybe Luna/Prompto)

Prompto/Noctis

Prompto/Noctis, power bottom!Noctis

Fill.

Aranea/Ignis, Pegging

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Prompto + Chocobros [Gen/OT4) - Louboutins, class difference

Prompto/Noctis Fem!Prompto

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Prompto/Noctis in an arcade

Nocticest, Omen!Noctis x Timeskip!Noctis, Ardyn watches

dark!Luna/Any, non-con

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Prompto/Noctis

Noctis/Prompto, prompto's role is to give sexual relief

Chocobros in Eorzea

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Prompto + Noctis, nipple piercings

Ardyn/Prompto - MPreg illusion

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Regis + Prompto - Shenanigans

Gladio/Ignis - bondage and completely undoing Ignis

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Prompto - desperation and wetting

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Gen Chocobros + Prompto's Birthday

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Noctis + everyone, dimension travel

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ardyn/prompto, abo/mpreg, dub/noncon, Stockholm syndrome

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