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Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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The prince's shield/advisor do take advantage of their positions to influence and mould Noctis' behaviorism, making him into a desperate, cock-slut that depends on them for everything in private, but still a respectable, kinda lazy prince in public.
I'm pretty sure this is grooming, and I'm high key not ok with that, but also low key fine because Noctis isn't real...
+praise kink
++chocking
+++fisting
I have no excuse for this...

I want to read this like super want to read this but I do here is a question where does Prompto fit in to the mix. I mean he does kind of pop out of nowhere around Noctis teen years and he is there too for the super awesome bro road trip. Does he like sit awkwardly out of the tent while the others do their business because if so that's kind of funny.

He's just sitting outside the tent, sadly petting the Chocobo's, listening to the others fuck while them camera slowly zooms on his face while 'the Sound of Silence' plays somewhere in the distance. I would literally die laughing omg.
Or he could walk into Noctis' apartment back in insomnia while he's getting stuffed like, "Noct, you missed some work in ancient history today and I know you said it's easy "'cause it's just about your dead family" or whatever, but I also wanted to see if you were doing o-OH GOD THAT'S A PENIS!"
But he could totally join in, help share the burden of the monster they created.

I'm dying of laughter right now! Poor baby Prompto just him and his chocobo!

http://imgur.com/QMyLaqx
Despite all of the negative attention this question got, i found it really funny and yes the rules do say only one fill per prompt, but it's my prompt, and it's a different medium, and really, it's filling something else completely.
Here is sad one sad chocobro.
(it's not great but I felt compelled to atleast try.)

Haha, cute!

Actually, the rules say "Only one prompt per comment". Multiple fills are allowed (and encouraged!), even if the prompt is currently being filled by someone else or has already been filled in the past :)

HOW DID I READ IT SO WRONG.
also thank you for the nice words :)

(Psst! It says one prompt per comment. This meme is multi-fill friendly!)

Hehehehe, that pic is funny. Like: *sex noises in background* *smiles* *smiles awkwardly* "This is fine."

*****hello darkness my old friend******
A+ Well done!

just thought I'd jump in, prompts aren't limited to one fill. It's multiple fills welcome, so you're not breaking the rules at all

I was the original person you were talking too who ask about where to put Prompto and started this random mess. Honestly I just wanted to know where to put a main character if a situation like this had happened. Sorry.

But I have to say that this picture is ridiculously funny and exactly what it sounded like when you described it the first time! You're a fantastic artist don't sell yourself short!

Everybody was just really fired up in this thread, like idek if more than 4 people were actually interested, everyone else just seemed to have misdirected frustrations. There were too separate arguments, both trying to protect the my prompt and me, and while I appreciate the sentiment, neither my prompt nor I were attacked at any point.
Even though the prompt was filled by a lovely anon, I just felt bad that it'd probably ruined at least 6 people's days by this point, so this is essentially my condolences chocobo, I am sorry that so many people wasted their time arguing over subtext that didn't actually exist for my shitty prompt, pls accept this outdated meme. Also thank u for the artistic compliments;)
Also you shouldn't feel sorry because your words were mistaken as something else, intent is always hard to make out over text :p

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I can't believe someone really asked where Prompto was in a prompt that didn't include him at all.

OK so this is the most porny porn I have ever written. I have no excuse, either. Tried to hit all the bonuses.

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There are a limited number of truly talented slackers in this world. They spend years honing their art: The dull-eyed gaze that drags itself past whoever is trying to engage them in conversation, the aggrieved sigh of one who has found even the compulsory eye-roll not enough to express their disinterest, the hunch of the shoulder that makes passers-by skirt around them in distress and shock. Most of these skilled souls move past this stage and one day enter society with only a few back problems and a tendency to scowl at the notion of hard work, but Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum seemed to be immune to the civilizing effects of time. At nineteen, he trudged through the halls of the Citadel like a heavily sarcastic stormcloud, and the Council members and Crownsguard who passed him looked to his advisor and shield with nothing short of pity.

Better them than me, they whispered, as Ignis Scientia and Gladiolus Amicitia dragged the prince through his duties. Poor things.

Noctis left on foot to his apartment in the upper east side of Insomnia, his bag slung over his shoulder, looking for all the world like a man who only just oozed himself out of bed. He yawned a hello to the guard out front of his apartment, fidgeted from foot to foot as the elevator pulled him up to the top floor of the building, and pressed a thumb to the DNA lock at the side of his front door.

He stood there at the foyer for a moment, frozen in place. The clock on the kitchen microwave said 5:34. Twenty-six minutes. He could make it in twenty-six minutes.

Slowly, his shoulders straightened. His eyelids fluttered open from their half-lidded stare. Noctis threw his bag on the countertop and feverishly started untying his shoes. He tripped out of them, saw how they lay tangled up in his socks at the entryway, groaned, and arranged them so they were in a straight line. Then he ran to the bathroom, shedding his jacket and shirt as he went.

Toothbrush. Mouthwash. Face cleanser. He rushed through what had to be the quickest late-afternoon cleanup known to man, then frantically unbuttoned his jeans and slipped out of them. He glanced to the shower and sighed. Right. He had just enough time for that, too. Didn’t want to disappoint them.

He kicked off his briefs and stumbled into the shower.

When the apartment door opened, Noct was kneeling just in front of the foyer, naked and damp from the shower. He hadn’t had time to dry his hair, and shivered at the way water rolled down his chest and back, bringing goosebumps to his skin.

The men who entered didn’t look at him.

“One day,” Gladio said, dropping his duffel bag next to the foyer. “You gotta let me drive.”

“Please, I’d prefer to keep the use of my limbs,” said Ignis. He stopped in front of Noct, who immediately started untying his shoes. “Or did you forget the incident last year, with the traffic pole?”

“I still think it moved.” Gladio waited for Ignis to step away, then took his place. “Did you bring the cakes? Come on, Iggy, don’t pretend you didn’t. I saw the bag.”

Noct paused halfway through tugging off Gladio’s left boot, and glanced up at his advisor. Ignis looked down at him, one brow raised, and Noct quickly went back to work.

“If someone’s good,” Ignis said, with meaning, “then yes. Maybe I do have something in my bag. Glutton.”

“You love me.”

Ignis snorted, and touched Noct’s hair as he stepped out and into the kitchen. Noct leaned into his hold, trying to keep the feel of Ignis’ fingers as long as possible, and Gladio chuckled.

“You did good in training today,” he said, in a low rumble that Noct felt right through his toes. A large hand cupped Noctis’ cheek, and when Gladio’s thumb brushed over his lips, Noct opened his mouth obediently, taking it in.

“I think he’s needy,” Gladio said, replacing this thumb with two fingers, which thrust into Noct’s willing mouth.

“He’s always needy,” Ignis replied. “Greedy little cockslut.”

Noct moaned around Gladio’s fingers, and felt his cock twitch, spurred on by the coarse language coming out of his advisor’s mouth.

“Good boy,” Gladio said. Noct closed his eyes, and whimpered when Gladio pulled away, heading for the living room. Ignis snapped his fingers, and Noct looked up. It had taken him ages to learn what Ignis meant when he snapped twice—but Ignis had been so thoughtful, so patient, more patient than anyone else had ever been with him. He’d always been there for him, always would be.

Noct crawled to Ignis’ side. At a nod from his advisor, he leaned up and pressed his mouth to the crotch of Ignis’ trousers, mouthing at the hardening bulge he felt there. He could barely remember a time when he didn’t want this. It was though he’d been made for this, made for the scent of him, the taste of his release spilling over his tongue and down his throat. He moaned faintly, and Ignis grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back.

“Yes,” he said. “I’ll say you earned this, pet.”

“Thank you,” Noct whispered, as Ignis unbuttoned his trousers. “Thank you. Thank you.” He whispered it like a mantra as he helped pull out Ignis’ hard, weeping cock, and had to stop himself from taking it all in his mouth at once. Ignis had spent months teaching him how to do this right. Sometimes—the best times—he would hold Noct’s head still and fuck into him, but Noct was too desperate to ask. He suckled at the head, drawing his tongue along the sensitive underside, and hummed in pleasure when Ignis tightened his hold on Noct’s wet hair.

Then Ignis’ hands drifted down Noct’s face, and stopped just at the curve of his neck. His breath hitched in anticipation, and he bobbed down to take all of the length at once, struggling not to gag as the head brushed the roof of his mouth on the way down. Ignis slid his thumbs in small circles, and Noct held himself in place, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“Stay, pet,” Ignis said, and squeezed. Noct made a gurgling noise around Ignis’ cock as his throat constricted, and his advisor started to thrust in a shallow rhythm, bringing Noct down so far that Ignis’ balls brushed his chin. He let go just as spots began to dance in Noct’s vision, then squeezed again. When Noct started to sway, made dizzy by the lack of air, Ignis removed his hands and pulled him flush to his groin, coming in thick spurts down the prince’s throat. Noct savored it even as tears sprang to his eyes, and hollowed his cheeks as Ignis withdrew, trying to milk him dry. He couldn’t swallow it all, and strands of come trailed from his lips as he was left empty, panting for breath on the tile floor of the kitchen.

“That was wonderful,” Ignis said, petting Noct’s hair. “Little slut.”

“Yes,” Noct gasped. “Th-thank you. Thank…”

“Go to Gladio. If you treat him well, we’ll have cake later.”

“I want you later,” Noct risked saying, but Ignis didn’t seem displeased. He simply waved his hand, dismissing him.

Gladio threw Noct onto the couch as soon as he came within arms reach, and Noct laughed. He loved being handled by Gladio. He hadn’t always, but whenever he’d protested, Gladio wouldn’t touch him at all for days and days, and he learned soon enough that he’d been a fool not to realize how thrilling it was to give himself up to his shield completely.

“Cock in your mouth’s not enough, is it, princess?” Gladio asked, slapping Noct’s ass sharply. Noct grinned. “Thought so. Let’s see how well you prepared for us.” He spread Noct’s cheeks and made a noise of approval, sending a flush to Noct’s face. He tore a packet of lube, but when he saw Noct looking, turned his face away. Noct gasped when he felt the press of Gladio’s slick forefinger pushing into his entrance.

“So loose,” Gladio said. “One cock’s not enough for you. You’re ruined for anyone but us, princess. We’re the only ones who can fill your greedy little—“

“Yes, I know,” Noct interrupted, and froze as Gladio stopped thrusting into him.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Noct said, quickly. “It was nothing. Please. Please don’t stop—“

“Ignis,” Gladio said. “I think we need to gag this one.”

Ignis sighed. “Already? If we must.”

And that was how Noct found himself being pushed forward by Gladio’s fingers in his ass, while Ignis guided his only partly hardening cock into Noct’s mouth again. Noct had to concentrate to get Ignis up this time, which was hard to do when Gladio inserted a third finger, then a fourth, stretching him sloppy and frantic with need. Gladio pulled back for a second, and then his hole was stretched further, impossibly full, full beyond anything Noct had felt before, Noct had to pull away from Ignis’ cock and scream into his thigh. He came untouched, streaking his chest and the couch with ropes of come, and Ignis twisted his chin and came on his face, only just hitting Noct’s open mouth.

When it was over, they cleaned him up and kissed him gently, telling him how good he’d been, how perfect. Then Noct ruined the cleanup by riding Gladio to completion while Ignis brought over the cakes, but no one minded. He was theirs, and theirs alone, and everything was as it was supposed to be.

Your did a really good job thanks for sharing this! Not op

Thank you for making my sin a reality, all of the writers on this kink meme are talented af.
-OP aka, the one who started this mess.

This was amazing! :D

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