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The nastier the better! I'm surprised there isn't much of BDSM within this fandom..

I do think Noctis is a masochist/a gr10 bottom-- (´・ω・`)

A dom!Iggy just...♡♡♡.
Se-se-seconded as a potential writernon!

BEEP BEEP HERE COMES THE THIS ISN'T REALLY ACCURATE BDSM TRAIN BEEP BEEP
I can tell ya that I would never do a scene with Ardyn. Don't forget nonverbal signals, always talk things out first and don't have sex with eldritch villains, folks.

Chancellor Ardyn had run into Prince Noctis in the hall just outside of the unused embassy to Niflheim, shortly after his meeting with the King. A young man alone, all in black, with the same fine cheekbones as the King and the confused look of a man who knew when someone did not belong—it had been an easy connection to make. Ardyn had bowed, sweeping off his hat in a grand gesture, and introduced himself.

“The hell is someone from Niflheim doing here?” the prince had asked. His dark eyes flashed with the same, tense anger that burned in King Regis, and he didn’t bother to listen to Ardyn’s answer. He brushed rudely past, bumping Ardyn’s shoulder, and Ardyn’s had snaked out his arm to grip the prince’s chin in a firm, immovable hand. The prince jerked back, scowling, but didn’t shake out of Ardyn’s grasp.

“Interesting,” Ardyn had said, in his smooth, friendly voice, and felt the prince suppress a shiver under his fingers.

Three days later, it could at least be said that the ambassadorial rooms were seeing use.

“You, my dear,” Ardyn said, looking down at the prince writhing beneath him, “are the picture of a diplomatic incident.”

At that moment, Noct was not in a position to respond. His fingers dug into the leather at Ardyn’s thighs, scrambling for leverage as the chancellor leaned heavily into his mouth. Ardyn had come a few moments before, and Noct struggled to breathe as he spasmed around the thick cock at the back of his throat, the tickle of hair at his nose. Ardyn grasped Noct’s head and pushed him closer still for one agonizing second, and then slid free. Noct gasped for air, head back, fingers trembling on Ardyn’s legs.

“We need to do something about this,” Ardyn said, lifting Noct’s hands with the well-bred disgust of someone disposing of a dirty rag.

Noct felt a thrill at the touch, but he knew what would happen if he were too quick to comply. The first time they’d met, Noct had been pliant, earnest in his efforts to gain praise, and had been horrified to see Ardyn’s interest gradually decline until he was banished from the room with an indifferent wave of the hand. It had taken a biting insult and a refusal to be gently pushed out the door to regain Ardyn’s enthusiasm, and Noct had since learned that while Ardyn wanted his obedience, there was no use to it unless there was a payoff. It was almost easy to oblige: Ardyn’s sarcastic tone, his flippant way of turning Noct on and off like a light, was frustrating, and Noct was never one for politeness at the best of times.

“The fuck we will,” he said. Ardyn patted his cheek twice, a warning, and Noct braced himself as the chancellor hauled back with an open-handed slap. It was more loud than painful, but the sting of it sent a rush of pleasure through his body, a constriction at his chest.

“Royal we,” Ardyn said, not without a trace of irony. He rose, and gently nudged Noct down with the toe of his shoe as Noct tried to stand with him. Noct sat back, watching the chancellor pull out a pair of joined leather cuffs from his bags. They were longer than ones Noct had seen in use before, meant to bind the arms rather than secure hands to a restraint.

“Padded,” Ardyn said. “Only the best for a prince of your caliber.”

“Was that supposed to be comforting?” Noct asked. Ardyn thought about it a moment.

“I like to think so. Sit up.” Noct searched the chancellor’s eyes, trying to judge whether this was an order or a suggestion. Ardyn answered the question for him, roughly pulling Noct into a sitting position and yanking back his unresisting hands. The cuffs were indeed padded, and even as they pulled tight around him, Noct could feel them slide along his skin with just a hint of a give. But he was thrown off balance now, and only Ardyn’s hand kept him from falling back.

“You’re a bit of a sick fuck,” Noct told Ardyn, straining to put heat behind the words. It was hard, very hard, not to give in and beg. “You know that, right?”

Ardyn let out a long-suffering sigh and ran his fingers over something in his hands. He straddled Noct, his jacket brushing over Noct’s bare chest, and looked down at him.

“While I will pine without the dulcet tones of your voice,” the chancellor said, pulling Noctis’ head back by the hair in an almost lazy grip, “Your disrespect wounds me.” Firm fingers squeezed Noct’s jaw, and Noct opened his mouth. Ardyn pressed a thick gag between the prince’s teeth, adjusting it with deft movements so that he couldn’t nudge it loose. He tied the strap of the gag just tight enough to tug at the edges of Noct’s lips, and Noct could already feel saliva pooling under his tongue as he struggled to accommodate the heavy ball.

“Yes,” Ardyn said, and rested a knee on Noct’s belly, pressing him into the floor. “This is just about where you belong, your highness.”

The hateful look Noct gave him was too masked with desire to have any bite. Ardyn laughed, and slid gloved fingers under Noct’s ass, lifting him up so that he lay at an angle on the floor. Ardyn slowly slicked his cock with lube, watching Noct’s breath rasp from around the gag in his mouth. The young man’s legs were swung up, but Noct, already overcome, felt his right foot slip down Ardyn’s side, catching on the fabric of his scarf. Ardyn rose and positioned Noct so that he was lined up with the head of the chancellor’s cock, and thrust into him with no preamble.

Without preparation, the sheer girth of Ardyn’s cock was almost unbearable. Noct cried out around the gag as Ardyn pounded into him, thrusting downward, making Noct’s head loll against the wooden boards at the foot of the bed. Noct lost the careful control over the tilt of his head and felt drool run down his chin, moaned thickly as the force of Ardyn’s thrusts sent bursts of pain up his spine, laced with senseless pleasure. At this angle, he couldn’t even try to set the pace.

“Perfect,” Ardyn said, and Noct moaned again, no longer able to keep up the pretense of defiance. “What would your dear father say, Prince Noctis, if he knew what sounds you make under my—“ He thrust deep, for emphasis, and the carpet seemed to burn as Noct was pushed back with the strength of it. “—careful ministrations?”

Noct was too far gone to do anything but whimper.

“Behold, the crown prince,” Ardyn said, his pace building, deliberate and deep. “The chosen king of the light.”

Noctis shuddered, and was dimly aware that there was the faintest hint of malice at the edge of Ardyn’s words this time. Then Ardyn’s hand was on Noct’s aching, neglected cock, and he was lost in heat and fierce pleasure as the chancellor quickly drew the prince into orgasm. Ardyn came not long after, and pulled out of Noct with an almost vague look in his eyes. Noct felt his chest tighten with anxiety—had he done something wrong after all?—but Ardyn said nothing, only looked down at him for a long moment, eyes unreadable. It only occurred to Noctis now that perhaps this whole thing had been a mistake.

Then Ardyn smiled. “We’ll have to try something a little more interesting next time,” he said, and leaned down to gently remove the gag.

...that was magnificent.

OP here/person who requested!
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i've read this too many times than i'd like to admit-- it's just so well written!

Ohhhh my goodness this is. Good shit. Ardyn's disinterest in wanton obedience and Noct having to learn to act more resistant bc he really just wants it so bad is PERFECT.

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Ignis/Noctis or Ardyn/Noctis bondage?

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Fill: Ardyn/Noctis 1/2

Fill: Ardyn/Noctis 2/2

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