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Ignis x Fem!Noctis
Date: 2016-12-20 08:26 pm (UTC)Bonus: Ignis feels slightly guilty afterwards due to the fact he thought she was in love with Prince Lunes of Tenebrae but she really loves him and they start a secret relationship
(As for the name of gender flipped Noctis you can use whatever name you want I just used Noctia because it was the only thing I could think of you can use whatever name you want I've even seen some people use Stella as the name for fem!noctis.)
Re: Ardyn/Noctis, NonCon, Humiliation kink
Date: 2016-12-20 08:29 pm (UTC)Re: Gladio/Noctis, Princess
Date: 2016-12-20 09:01 pm (UTC)Ardyn/Ravus Omegaverse
Date: 2016-12-20 09:06 pm (UTC)P l e a s e
Prompto/Aranea, one night of fun
Date: 2016-12-20 09:37 pm (UTC)Re: No pairings - Gladio takes a hit for Noctis, serious injury
Date: 2016-12-20 09:44 pm (UTC)Re: Gladio/Ignis or Gladio/Ignis/Noctis/Prompto - welcome back sex, Gladio receiving
Date: 2016-12-20 10:36 pm (UTC)Bonus points if Prompto takes pics of this for his naughty collection. Instant jerk off material
Fill: Taking That Step, Aranea/Noctis, getting stepped on
Date: 2016-12-20 10:37 pm (UTC)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.
Aranea/Lightning, badass girlfriends
Date: 2016-12-20 11:21 pm (UTC)Cid/Regis, falling out
Date: 2016-12-20 11:34 pm (UTC)Ravus/Any or Any/Ravus
Date: 2016-12-20 11:51 pm (UTC)please. He deserves it.
OP here!
Date: 2016-12-21 12:12 am (UTC)OP
Date: 2016-12-21 12:27 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Taking That Step, Aranea/Noctis, getting stepped on
Date: 2016-12-21 01:06 am (UTC)Thank you, filler, for this magnificent beauty
Hellyeah
Date: 2016-12-21 01:25 am (UTC)Re: Cid/Regis, falling out
Date: 2016-12-21 02:14 am (UTC)Regis carving out that comment on Cid's hammer pretty much convinced me that they boned at least once.
Re: Gladio/Ignis or Gladio/Ignis/Noctis/Prompto - welcome back sex, Gladio receiving
Date: 2016-12-21 02:17 am (UTC)Cor/Regis (or/and) Clarus/Regis, Nipple Play
Date: 2016-12-21 02:23 am (UTC)FILL: Torturous Fantasy, Ravus/Noctis; Ardyn 1/1
Date: 2016-12-21 02:54 am (UTC)The hounds of hell couldn't drag it out of him, but Ravus had been intrigued by the Chosen King the instant he'd laid eyes on the sickly boy. Such an insignificant uninspiring creature he'd been, afraid of Luna's gentle attempts at friendship, afraid of his own shadow. That such a frail and timid child had been bless with the blood of Lucian kings had been just another reminder that fate was a cruel mistress with a poor sense of humor.
He'd kept tabs on the boy, of course, especially after Regis proved to be as timid as his slight child in the face of Nilfheim's invasion of Tenebrae. A perfunctory performance at school, shy and soft-voiced when it was time to interact with his subjects, unwilling to give it his all in athletic competitions. . . only gossip rags sang Prince Noctis praises. Or rather, they sang praises to his delicate features and quirky sense of style.
Ravus feared that he would have to push Luna to the brink just so that Noctis might unlock the power of his bloodline, and just for the slim, mad possibility that he might be able to grasp that power once Noctis played his part. They could not count on such a boy to dismantle Niflheim, much less put an end to the Starscourge. It would be Ravus, or no one else.
Seeing Noctis' rage after Nilfheim took Insomnia should provide Ravus some reassurance. The boy, still much too slim and pretty for any proper warrior, took to his powers like. . . well, like he'd been born for them. He warped around battlefields like a Starscourge himself, annihilating enemies while his previous targets were still stumbling to the ground. His magic ate the atmosphere, scorching his enemies and making his sub-par retainers tremble.
Then, just when Ravus thought he might respect the prince-ling, Noctis would abandon all his duties in favor of running errands for common merchants, indulging his blond friend's photography habit, irritating that clumsy mountain of muscle that followed him around with obvious love in his gaze, and catching wild fish for his butler to cook.
Ravus watched it all from the Imperial recordings collected by the zeppelins, envying Noctis' power while cursing him for being able to disregard all tragedies and enjoy himself. Ravus goes to sleep every night with images of Noctis playing in his mind; the neon mirages he leaves in his wake, his joy when he reels in a large fish, the way his dark clothes cling to his frame when he's wet.
One evening, while he's cursing Noctis for dallying on his way to Lestallum, the prince himself appears in Ravus' chambers. Ravus starts getting up, but Noctis warps in front of him and pushes him back onto the bed. The power of the Gods makes his eyes glow red, and all of Ravus' protest die in his throat. With a satisfied smirk, Noctis begins crawling on top of him, looking like a beast that's caught an interesting prey, than shimmies down so that his face is level with Ravus' groin.
The realization that he is painfully aroused clues Ravus into the fact that he is dreaming. He knows that fighting dreams doesn't make them stop, but he cannot possibly allow the phantom his mind has conjured to service him like a common whore. He does not want Noctis that way, and even if he did, Noctis is promised to Luna.
But he cannot fight, for his limbs are as heavy as concrete. His clothes vanish, the way clothes are wont to vanish in nightmares, and Noctis swallows his cock in a manner too rough and automatic to be possible. Ravus has no frame of reference, but the wetness and warmth of his dream's mouth feels painfully real, and a moan escapes him when Dream Noctis starts sucking. Ravus cannot move his arms to tear Noctis away, but someone's hand grabs Noctis' dark hair and pushes his face against Ravus' groin.
"Doesn't he look pretty like this?" asks Ardyn, and Ravus knows that this is no normal dream.
He would never dream of Ardyn in this context.
"Doesn't he feel good?" asks Ardyn, and Dream Noctis lets out a moan that goes straight to Ravus cock, making it ache from the inside out as the back of Noctis' throat contracts around it.
Noctis' eyes are still glowing red, and a glimpse of them rips a powerful orgasm out of Ravus' cock.
He wakes up in his chambers, alone, come cooling on his clothed groin. Ardyn's laughter rings in his ears.
AN: Uh. . . um. Ravus got off?
Gladio/Noctis, forced exhibitionism
Date: 2016-12-21 03:00 am (UTC)Ardyn/random villain chooses Gladio because he's the biggest in the group. Little does he know that Noctis loves getting fucked by Gladio and has no trouble putting on a show.
Gladio/Noctis + Prompto watching/taking pics
Date: 2016-12-21 03:05 am (UTC)Fill.
Date: 2016-12-21 03:27 am (UTC)With the mood significantly less heavier than before, Prompto feels less guilty about taking his time to poke around at all the amenities -a snack bar, a liquor cabinet, free cable, a Jacuzzi tub, and giant walk-in closets. It's practically paradise, surrounded by tall windows overlooking the ocean front and the salty sea breeze perpetually soaking the air around him. He could stay here forever if they'd let him, glad to be far and away from intimately getting to know the great outdoors.
Hey, Gladio may find it appealing, but he's already had his fill of sleeping on top of sabertusk shit for a lifetime while exotically-sized bugs either try to claw out his face or suck his blood. No thanks. Fortunately, they'd made enough money from hunts to splurge for a single night, and with Ignis out grilling the local chef for recipes and Gladio and Noctis doing some late night fishing together, that frees up the large tub all for himself.
-Except the damned thing comes equipped with more knobs and buttons than Prompto knows what to do with, and he gets stuck trying to decipher the control panel for 10 minutes when he hears the door to the hotel room slam open. The impact is hard enough to make some of the decorative pictures rattle, which, in turn, causes Prompto to immediately tense up thinking it's either the Niflheim army finally catching up to them or a really aggressive room service attendant. Neither are good news, so his gun is summoned swiftly to his hand as he opens the bathroom door just a crack to peek out.
With his limited vision, he manages to spot Gladio and Noctis, which is a relief. No one out to kill him today! Though, it worries him that they look like they're about to break out into a nasty fight, especially with how tightly Gladio's got Noctis pinned to the door, arms pushed over his head as he stares down the prince and practically breathes into his face. Noctis' teeth are clenched tightly together in return as he glares up at him, refusing him to budge.
Should he interfere or let them argue it out? He really doesn't want it to escalate to the point where they'd start throwing punches, but they also might be having an argument about something personal. If only he could hear what they were whispering to one another, subtly opening the door just a few millimeters wider to try and listen. He manages to pick up a few muffled phrases-
"…don't have much time. You sure about this?"
Gladio's voice sounds soft for a guy who's supposedly pissed off, and the more he observes Noctis' face, he doesn't really look all that agitated.
"Quick before Ignis and Prompto come back."
'Prompto's already here!!'
He's just about to announce that very important fact when his whole body freezes, hand flat against the door with his fingers splayed while wide eyes bear witness to the fact that his very engaged friend is kissing his very lady-loving friend on the mouth. With tongue. A lot of tongue. Way too much tongue, and Prompto's so flummoxed by even the idea of it that the actual reality of it leaves him as an immovable pile of limbs, just outright staring.
Gladio abandons Noctis' arms in favor of sliding his hands under his ass and pinning his back hard to the door while Noctis, showing more enthusiasm than he's ever seen out of him (for anything that isn't fishing at least), takes that as a queue to wind his legs around Gladio's waist and bury his hands into his hair, fingers pushing through the long strands and curling them tight around the edges as he bites at Gladio's bottom lips. There are more breathed out words between them, things lost in the whirl of the air conditioner that Prompto is glad he can't hear right now because he's still not done processing the fact that Gladio and Noctis are making out.
'Ohnoohnoohnoohnoaretheygonnadoit?' It's bad enough he's seen this much, but he doesn't actually want to watch his friends go at it -and how long has this even been going on?? Friends for five years, his ass! Noctis could have told him at some point that he and his bodyguard were occasionally using their rest spots for …that. He thought they were best buds, but this cuts him deeply to the core.
Even so, he does want to give them some modicum of privacy, especially since it looks like they're about seconds from defiling that door. Gladio's hand has disappeared somewhere down the back of Noctis' pants, and he can hear his best friend's voice start to crack a little, drawn out groans escalating to the point where they echo off the walls and he really, really, really never wanted to know what his friend sounds like on the verge of coming like that.
Both his hands clamp around his ears as panic sets in, wondering if it'd be a good idea to announce his presence now or if he should just… wait it out. Maybe jump out the window? Except there are no windows in the bathroom, so he's sort of trapped. Maybe he should call Ignis to interrupt? But does Ignis even know about this? He would know about this, wouldn't he? Was he seriously the only one left in the dark??
He and Noctis are going to have a serious talk about this later assuming he doesn't end up traumatized for life. As it is, every time he peaks out the crack in the door, he sees more skin being exposed -Gladio's shirt shoved down his arms and hanging at the elbows while Noctis' own jacket ends up on the ground, and his pants are hanging open, slung low on his waist while he bucks up into Gladio's body.
"You got the-…you know…?" Noctis asks, his voice still strained into heavy pants that Prompto tries to desperately block out because seeing and hearing his best friend like that is …it's a lot of things. Distressing. Disturbing. Kind of hot. Mostly weird.
"Yeah," Gladio answers, "back pocket. Just give me a sec."
'What are they talking about?'
Against his better judgment, he does keep peeking because he has nothing else to really distract himself, and watching the tattoo splayed across Gladio's back move in conjunction with his dorsal muscles clenching and releasing is strangely entrancing. He's always envied him for having a large, powerful build like that, but it kind of nicely contrasts with Noctis' leaner build. They do make a good-looking pair and- oh wow, he did not just think that. Nope, there's no way. He's definitely scrubbing this mental image out of his mind, trying to physically brush it out somehow by tersely rubbing the back of his eyelids.
It doesn't stop the noises from filtering through as Noctis back scrapes against the door with Gladio grinding against him tightly, and he's caught in between Gladio's low and heavy grunts and Noctis' frantic breaths hitching louder and louder as they try to fuck each other through their clothes. Then things go quiet except for the rustling of clothes, and it takes Prompto a moment to realize that Noctis is being further undressed, pants tugged off hastily and discarded with his underwear on the ground before his legs clamp once more around Gladio's waist to cinch the taller man in towards him.
"Hurry up," Noctis hisses out impatiently, "can't hold it much longer."
"I'm going, I'm going. You want to do this yourself?"
"Only if it'll get you to put it in faster."
"We'll see how you feel about that tomorrow when you're stuck sitting in the regalia on your ass all day."
Are they really arguing now of all times? Lucky for Gladio any more complaints Noctis has quickly dissolve into stuttered gasps, loosened from his lips as Gladio's fingers disappear inside, and it feels like it's the point of no return in terms of escaping. There's no way Prompto can interrupt now, so he's left staring in morbid curiosity at the sight of Noctis' face growing flustered as his eyes draw shut and his kiss-swollen lips part, now starting to wrap around Gladio's name in lieu of being able to say anything else.
He looks captivating like that, different than the Noctis he's used to seeing -vulnerable with his normally sharp features softened to that extent. Likewise, Gladio's own face grows more intense as he looks at him, dark eyes watching Noctis with unbidden fascination, like he's trying to commit every second of it to memory. Whatever exists between them it definitely runs pretty deep, which makes him feel all the worst for watching them, for feeling himself stirred by them, for being unable to stamp down the sudden surge of heat sliding between his own legs as he sees Gladio push his fingers in deeper -sees Noctis' head snap back against the door and his voice grow hoarse as he curses loudly (and possibly makes the late King Regis turn in his grave some more).
"Relax," Gladio tells him quietly, withdrawing his fingers just so he can grab a condom. Noctis helps him roll it on fast and coat it with lubricant before pulling it inside himself, and yes, they're officially doing it.
His friends are. doing it. together. with each other.
He repeats those words in his head as he settles one hand over his own mouth and sinks to the floor, struggling to reconcile the sight before him with how hard his own dick is pressed against his underwear and the fact that Noctis and Gladio are so absorbed in each other, they aren't even paying a second's worth of attention to their surroundings. It's for the better as his guilt is only becoming more overpowering at this rate as Gladio's hips start thrusting forward while he holds Noctis' steady against the door so he can bury himself deep in his body. And Noctis encourages it with every tug of his hand against Gladio's hair, every quiet gasped out version of Gladio's name, every clench of his legs around him as his back arches away from the door, desperate to meet his thrusts.
Their pace grows from something careful and slow to frenzied within seconds, and Prompto is left to pick up his slack jaw off the ground as his own body keeps reacting in spite of his brain yelling at him not to. His fingers itch to grasp himself, to move over his cock, to tug and stroke himself raw while he stays glued to the crack in the door, eying Gladio as he pounds into his best friend harder and covers Noctis' mouth with his own to try and muffle him. They barely last long like that, too many locked up frustrations suddenly pried out, leaving them urgent and shaking when they do finally come against each other. Noctis is the first one to snap, eyes squeezed shut and body twisting wildly against the door as his fingernails threaten to break the skin on Gladio's back. That quickly triggers Gladio's release as he slams his way in, knocking Noctis' hips back against the door to empty himself inside, and he lingers there, deep in his body, holding him as their foreheads touch and as he whispers something quiet that makes Noctis laugh richly and gently, in a way that sends another fresh wave of heat straight to Prompto's groin before he mentally kicks himself for not giving them their privacy.
This whole thing is just …wrong. Obviously not them being together. They seem pretty happy, all things considered. But none of this was ever meant for anyone else's eyes to see, a fact that's all too apparent in the hushed, gentle tones they do regard each other with in private and the small matching expressions he's never seen any of them show in broad daylight.
Not wanting to expose himself to any more of it, Prompto finally scuttles to the opposite end of the bathroom and waits patiently for the two of them to get dressed and for the sound of the front door to close so he can finally take his bath …and man, does he need it badly now as he struggles to shift his pants around enough so that it doesn't keep pressing uncomfortably into his neglected erection.
Noctis manages to get dressed in record time after cleaning himself up with a few hotel tissues. Not really his choice, but they'll do in a pinch. Right now, it's more important to regroup with Prompto and Ignis for the night, though his body feels sore all over from the impromptu work-out, and Gladio's throwing him a smug look that's already making him regret the midday quickie. But who knows when they'll get that much time to themselves again, privacy having long ago become a luxury since they hit the road?
Fortunately, Ignis is still where they left him, chatting up the chef and jotting things down in his handy recipe notebook. As for Prompto… that's a trickier question, eyes skimming the surrounding restaurant quickly before asking Ignis about it.
"You seen Prompto anywhere?"
"He told me was heading back to the hotel room a few minutes ago to take a bath."
Noctis doesn't know what he must look like to Ignis and all of the restaurant's onlookers at the moment, but he's pretty sure all the color has drained from his face in record time as he stands there with his mouth agape.
"Are you all right, Noct?" Ignis asks in concern, and all he can do is answer him in a mute nod.
Gladio looks similarly horror stricken next to him before the two of them simultaneously turn heel and start bolting back to the hotel room.
= The End =
well, i tried!
Re: No pairings - Gladio takes a hit for Noctis, serious injury
Date: 2016-12-21 06:58 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Torturous Fantasy, Ravus/Noctis; Ardyn 1/1
Date: 2016-12-21 07:51 am (UTC)Cor/Gladio/Ignis, Ignis in the middle
Date: 2016-12-21 07:52 am (UTC)