ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post

Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

CLOSED for prompts | OPEN for fills

Please have a look at the extended rules here.

The important rules in short:

Post anonymously.
Negative comments on other people's prompts (kink-shaming, pairing-bashing etc.) and personal attacks of any kind will not be tolerated.
One prompt per comment. Warnings for common triggers and squicks are encouraged, but not required.
Prompts should follow the format: Character/character, prompt.
Keep prompts to a reasonable length; prompts should not be detailed story outlines.
Fills should have the word "Fill:" at the start of the subject line.
Otherwise please avoid changing the subject line.

Please direct any questions or report any problems to the Ask a mod post.

Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!

(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)

UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)

I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!

UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.

UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

A/N: Obvious spoilers for Ch9+ (anything after Altissia). Oh, this will be finished in 2 or 3 parts. I hope you enjoy~♡

“How long do you reckon it's been, Prompto? Days? Weeks?” Ardyn said, his voice echoing in the dimly lit chamber. He turned to the blond chained to the bed in the corner. Prompto sat on the floor, staring at nothing at all, looking a bit catatonic. Oh my. He'd better breathe some life into his guest. Ardyn couldn't fathom the boredom of fucking a zombie. Not when just a few days ago Prompto had been feisty enough to spit in his face. Ardyn had to wrestle him onto the bed and tie him up with one of his scarves, but not before receiving a nasty kick to his face. In the end, though...Prompto’s screams had been delicious. He was growing excited just remembering it.

Ardyn walked over to his motionless captive. “No response?” He said, lifting Prompto's chin up with his fingertips. He rubbed a bruise on the corner of the pretty mouth he'd had fun abusing yesterday. “Perhaps it has already been a month and still your king has not come for you.”

Silence. Prompto refused to meet his gaze. He jerked his chin out of Ardyn’s grasp, and a fresh pair of tears fell from his eyes. The little blond still had some fight in him, it seemed. Well, no matter. Ardyn had a feeling he was close to breaking him. How beautiful would he be then…?

“How long did you say you had been a friend to him? Five years? Maybe it was only you who felt the warmth of friendship. After all, your precious Noct is royalty and you are but a plebeian, a peasant. Even Gladio and Ignis are of noble stock. In fact, if it weren't for you working oh so hard to be accepted by the prince, I doubt they would have even given you the time of day. I'm afraid that's how it is with the highborn.”

More silence.

Ardyn lifted Prompto’s chin once more, this time making sure to have a firm enough grip so he wouldn't be able to move away. Prompto still diligently avoided looking at him, instead staring at the wall behind him. “Perhaps they saw fit to finally be rid of you. I must say, they seem better as a trio, considering Noct’s royal power, Gladio's strength and Ignis's intelligence. You've always been the odd one out, my dear.”

“N-no...N-Noct said…” Prompto finally spoke up, his voice trembling. More tears trailed down his face. He just looked so cute like this. Ardyn wanted to him cry more.

“Hmm…? Noct said what, darling?”

“...I-I’m...I’m not…”

“Go on, you can tell me.”

“He said…I’m not...u-useless…!”

“Ohhh….did he really? And you believed him? He could have saved you after pushing you off the train, couldn't he have? Yet he chose not to. Maybe he caught wind of your dirty little secret.”

Prompto let out a small cry of despair. More tears fell as he began to cry, hanging his head. It was so beautiful, finally getting him to crack. It had been a long road, but Ardyn was starting to see the end of it...and he was very excited to reach it.

“Oh my, touchy subject? His reaction is only natural, you know. Not many people would want anything to do with a MT. Only other forsaken ones would understand you. Which means you are very lucky to have me.” Ardyn knelt down and wrapped his arms around Prompto's shaking body, rubbing his back reassuringly. He felt the primal rise of his arousal and briefly wondered if Prompto could feel how hard he was. Not that it mattered for one, he was getting it one way or another.

“Oh no, sweetheart, save those lovely tears.” Ardyn cooed with a voice dripping in honey. “I was only trying to get you to open your eyes. Noct, Ignis, Gladio...They were never your friends. You will never be able to fit in with them, understand? You'll simply get in the way.” He rubbed the back of Prompto's head slowly, in what was supposed to be a soothing manner but he ended up grabbing the boy by his hair and pulling his head back. “But...I don't think you're useless at all. I saved you from the train...And subsequently, from your king all because I could see that you had a gift.”

Prompto raised his pretty blue eyes to meet Ardyn’s. There was a smaller glimmer of hope shining in their depths, as opposed to their lifeless state over the past couple of days. It had only been a week since he'd kidnapped Prompto but there was absolutely no sense of time here in the Keep, a fact Ardyn could abuse quite thoroughly with a bit of magick.

“Gift…?” Prompto's voice held hope like that of a child's on Christmas morning.

“Oh yes, my dear. You are exceedingly talented. Traveling with the baby king, you weren't allowed to use your skills to their full potential. A shame, really. However, with me...I will see to it that they become well developed.” Ardyn's smiled, letting go of his cute little blond who stared at him as if witnessing a miracle in that very moment. It almost broke his heart... now that was a funny thought. He tenderly rubbed one of Prompto's wet cheeks with the back of his hand. “The only question is, are you ready? Are you done thinking of yourself as useless? Are you prepared to show the monarch who abandoned you how worthy you are?”

“Y-yes…!” Prompto's answer was the most enthusiastic thing out of his mouth since being held prisoner, besides those beautiful screams.

“That’s a good boy.”Ardyn stood and sat on the edge of the bed behind them. The edge might have been the cleanest part of it, now that he thought about it. He tugged on the chain leading to the shackle around Prompto's neck. “I'll unchain you once you've earned it. Now… something tells me you would be very good at sucking. Care to prove me right and use that mouth on my lonely cock?”

Prompto moved so he was sitting between Ardyn’s legs, face to the apparent bulge in his pants. He tugged on the zipper slowly at first, like he was expecting a beast to pop out. An amusing sight, truly.

“It won't bite, I promise.” Ardyn said with a chuckle.

Swallowing, Prompto quickly finished with the zipper. He hesitated for a moment, looking up at the other man questionably.

“Oh, did I forget to mention? I don't particularly care for undergarments, I find they get in the way.”

“Okay...here I go.” Prompto took the head into his mouth, gingerly like he was still afraid of it. He started off slowly again so Ardyn decided to be a good sport and help him. He grabbed a handful of golden hair and began to thrust into the welcoming, moist cavern that was Prompto's mouth.

“Swallow it and keep it down this time, darling. I'm afraid these sheets can't take much more of me.” Ardyn was a bit surprised at how breathy his voice was already. He'd been more excited than he'd thought. Well...this was surprising...he was going to come soon and Prompto was trying so hard for his approval. He would have wanted to enjoy this moment more.

“...Ah...Yes, you're doing so well…mmm…” Ardyn tightened his hold on the soft blond locks in his hand. Prompto seemed to grow a lot more enthusiastic after being praised. He even began to massage Ardyn’s balls with one of his hands. So, he got off on that kind of thing…

Ardyn only lasted about a minute after that. He decided to let Prompto know he did well by letting out a low moan when he came. He flopped backwards on the bed. After catching his breath, he sat up. “Did you swallow it all? Let’s see.”

Prompto opened his mouth, showing that he'd indeed done as Ardyn had asked of him. “...how’d I do…?” He waited for an answer with bated breath, as if he'd never been praised before.

“You'll receive no complaints from me, my dear. Now...” Ardyn ruffled Prompto's hair as if he were a puppy. He smiled and patted his lap expectantly. “Allow me to reward you for your excellent work.”

Hell yeah, this is excellent

Oh my good golly gosh, I am BRACED.

This fic is 100% evil and I want to read it 10,000 more times. It's wonderful. The unsettling setting, Prompto's reactions and Ardyn's manipulation of his low self-esteem, the character's voices are so well-done I can hear them in my head, fucking everything about it is awesome.

I pray one day this is continued! It's was so good!

Prompt Post

Fill: Stockholm's Puppy 1/?

Re: Fill: Stockholm's Puppy 1/?

Re: Fill: Stockholm's Puppy 1/?

Re: Fill: Stockholm's Puppy 1/?

Re: Fill: Stockholm's Puppy 1/?