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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.
FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 1 / ??
Date: 2016-12-27 04:10 am (UTC)He was the last one awake, as usual. That’s how it had been for a while now, since his dad died.
Gladio was usually the first; he had a very structured sleep schedule, and just like clockwork, would turn in to bed at the exact same time every night. Prompto would follow, giving in with a series of little yawns and a big stretch, and he’d slap Noct across the shoulder and retreat into their shared tent.
Ignis would usually stay up the latest, and sometimes they’d talk, but more often they would just sit in silence around the fireplace. Ignis knew him well, sometimes knew Noctis better than he did himself, and the presence, the simple silent companionship, was exactly what he needed.
“Noct,” Ignis said, as he rose to go to bed, “remember, don’t leave the campsite. Don’t go wandering around alone at night.”
“Mmm,” Noctis acknowledged, staring into the bright fire.
“Noctis,” the words repeated, more sternly.
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Noctis said this time, waving a hand dismissively.
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Of course, Noctis never listened.
He shifted in his camp chair, impatient. The magic in his veins got restless, sometimes, told Noctis that he needed to move, needed to pull out his sword and stab something. It was quiet, except for Gladio’s faint snores coming from the tent, and the crackle of the fire as it began to die down into smoldering embers.
Noctis was starting to feel tired, but instead of getting sleepy, it had the opposite effect. He felt alive, he wanted, needed to get out of here, to pretend that his life wasn’t spinning him toward kingship and trying to save his country. The blood of the ancient kings put the magic in him, and sometimes it pushed him in directions that he didn’t understand, but was helpless to resist.
He sighed, stood up from his chair, grabbed a lantern, and prowled off into the night, unsure of where he was going or to what purpose, just knowing he couldn’t be here.
FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 2 / ??
Date: 2016-12-27 04:11 am (UTC)Tonight was different, and Noctis felt so fucking alive.
The first daemon had almost snuck up on him; it oozed wetly out of the ground, and it was only the sudden surge of Noct’s magical instinct that made him spin, pull his sword out of mid-air, and warp through the creature even as it pounced, his lantern tossed to the side, tipped over, spilling pale light over the battle scene.
This was what Noctis had been seeking—it was just him, in the darkness, the dark thrill of danger urging him on. There was never just one daemon of course, more appeared, silently and darkly, and he met them head on. Noct’s blade ran wet with dark, oozing viscera. Hot black blood seared the ground, a streak of it burned brilliantly as it sprayed across Noct’s face when he took one out with a vicious slice through the belly.
Power of the Lucii ran through him, pushed him forward, made him bold. This was what Noctis was made to do, on the most primal of levels. Even as complex as the crown prince, boy turned king, could be—when it came down to it, he was a fucking weapon, a weapon for the people to use against the darkness.
He wrenched a dagger out of the air, tossed it, sliced through the head of a goblin, spun mid-air, warped through another one, and landed, panting for breath, covered in gore and sweat, full of battle-induced adrenaline. There were daemon parts scattered about him, others had melted back into piles of fluid and gore, staining the dark ground even darker against the still-flickering lantern.
Crouched down, one palm against the ground for support, the other covering his face as he frantically panted for breath, Noctis was vulnerable. He let his guard down, for a split moment, and then it was too late. Traveling at night was dangerous, and he was alone, and his magic was surging, but Noct’s magic couldn’t be entirely trusted.
Noctis felt something surge into him, something wild and clawing and frantic, and he lost his balance. His legs shook, the hand bracing himself slipped, and he fell face forward into the slick grass. There was a moment of clarity, a moment where Noctis felt the dampness of the grass, wet with moisture and slick daemon blood, against his face, as the hot mass leapt onto him, shoved his face down, clambered over him. Noctis closed his eyes, concentrated, called to his magic to warp away—but nothing happened.
The moment of clarity faded, and the sudden panic of being pinned down, alone, in the dark, by a blood-thirsty daemon rushed through him.
Noctis tried to steady himself, hands grasping to find purchase on the slick ground, to steady himself enough to throw the daemon off and get to his feet, but instead he felt something—claws?—in his hair, pressing his face deeper into the mucked ground. The dark scent of gore and death and blood filled his lungs as he choked a little, tried to breathe in but got chunks of gore and blades of grass stuck to his face instead.
The weight on him was heavy, wet, hot, and as he felt claws pinning down his hands, as he pawed desperately, hopelessly for purchase on slick ground, air, anything, Noctis realized he was trapped.
He was going to fucking die here.
FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 3 / ??
Date: 2016-12-27 04:13 am (UTC)Noctis tried to kick his legs, but a second weight pressed him down, landing on his lower back and holding him down, and his kicking legs were rendered useless too. There was a sudden burning jolt of pain rushing through him as something impaled his leg, cutting through flesh and utterly pinning him. He tried to cry out, but he couldn’t get enough breath into his lungs, he was half-suffocated against the ground.
Noctis closed his eyes, thought of his friends, of his dad, of Luna—they were going to fucking eat him, and then Prince Noctis, King Noctis now, would be a daemon too, and it would be over for the fucking magic of Lucii.
But it never came—the swift death, at least.
Instead, he felt claws, rough and wet, raking across his back. There was an explosion of pain, and Noctis groaned, but it wasn’t a death blow. He was aware that in this position, a daemon could destroy him in one fatal blow, could devour him without thinking. This was almost playful, like they were toying with him.
He felt the cold air even through the warmth of whatever was pinning him down; the talons had raked deep welts into his back, shredded the fabric of his shirt, and bared his ruined skin to the world. He could feel the sting, too, from where coolness met the wet blood that was running down his back. Still, he wasn’t dead, and Noctis hung on, desperately, for dear life, begging whatever gods would listen, his ancestors, his friends, anyone, to let him live through this.
The thought quickly turned into newly laced fear though, because there was a clawed hand in his hair, pushing his head down, forcing Noct to frantically gasp, gulp at the air through blood and dirt, and he was suddenly intensely aware of claws back again, raking down his legs, over his ass, scratching and ripping fabric as they moved.
Everything hurt – he was losing blood. Noctis almost welcomed it, because blissfully blackness would be nice. He wasn’t getting enough air in; his lungs were heaving, chest burning, and pain everywhere. But that would be too kind, and Noctis hissed when, suddenly, he was pulled, felt an unnatural limb, one that had too many joints, moved too fluidly, burned too hotly, lift him up onto his knees.
Noct was almost grateful, his head lifting off the ground finally, and he caught a few desperate, frantic gulps of the cold night air. It burned in his lungs, but the spinning world steadied for a moment. That might not have been a good thing, though, because Noct was aware that he was practically naked, his clothing hanging off him in wrecked, torn strips, and suddenly he knew.
“Fuck,” he managed to choke out, filled with a sudden new frantic desperation to get the fuck away, as realizing dawned over him, “come on, just let me go—“ he didn’t know why he was talking to daemons of all things, babbling on like a pathetic child. Noct’s hands and legs were scrambling again for purchase, but there were claws on his hips, pinning him, holding him steady, and Noct’s magic failed him again, sapped him of energy, left him a weakened, pathetic husk of a king.
FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 4 / ??
Date: 2016-12-27 04:14 am (UTC)Betrayed by his magic again, betrayed by his body, betrayed by everything, Noctis fucking hated himself as he began to react, despite it all.
He couldn’t cry, he was too goddamn tired, worn too thin. The claw in his mouth moved mockingly, thrust between his lips, pressed sharply against the back of his throat, and Noctis choked, gagged, saliva and blood spilling from his lips and dribbling down his chin. He was getting hard; whatever was touching him was hot and slick—probably with blood, but it still felt good. He was in so much pain, the good feelings were almost overwhelming, and Noctis couldn’t help but buck into it, his hips moving even as his mind screamed for them to still.
He realized there were eyes on him, red and burning eyes, and Noctis wanted to look away. But, he felt compelled, forced his head up. There was a daemon in front of him, dark and shadowy. Its eyes swirled with something—Noct didn’t think daemons could feel anything except hunger, but this wasn’t the hunger he expected. This was—something else. He took a deep, shaking breath of air as the daemon’s claws wrenched free from his mouth, finally, cutting his lip cruelly as they withdrew.
The relief was momentary.
His lips free, there was nothing preventing Noctis from outright moaning as a second rough appendage joined the first, wrapping around his length. He was fully hard now, throbbing with a desire that didn’t make any sense, because Noctis desperately wanted this to end. But the daemon—daemons?—whatever it was, was stroking him with precise movements, driving him forward, making him desperate.
Something thin and wriggling and hot snaked between his legs, over his ass, and Noctis clenched. But he was helpless, his legs were spread apart, and just as he was impaled by a daemon from behind, there was a smoking, dripping hand on his chin, wrenching his head up again.
Noctis closed his eyes, glowing purple-tinged with the magic that wouldn’t avail to him, as the daemon in front of him pushed past his eager lips, fucking his face with an appendage that was phallic in nature, but wholly alien. Whatever was behind him was pushing desperately into his ass, and it was only the slickness of blood and gore that kept Noctis from tearing in half, from screaming, from passing out from the pain.
He didn’t know how long he was suspended this way. All Noct knew was that his jaw was numb, his ass burned, there were claws digging into his hips and cutting his scalp as they clawed through his hair. And the strokes on his cock kept him there, grounded in the moment, experiencing it all.
Noct desperately didn’t want to come, didn’t want to give these creatures the satisfaction. But whatever was on his cock felt so good. The strokes were almost delicate, base-to-tip, with a tiny brush into the head of his cock, spreading slick precum. Noct was tense, overstimulated, hurting. When another harsh daemonic hand brushed over his balls, cupping and pulling in time with the strokes, he felt the fire coiling in his belly.
FILL: Uninhibited - Daemon/Noct (noncon) - 5/5 !!!
Date: 2016-12-27 04:16 am (UTC)Whatever was behind him lingered, and the pain blossomed in front of Noct’s eyes, even as his over-sensitive cock rubbed against the grass, sending little jolts of pleasure stabbing through his belly again.
Finally, Noctis heard a strange hiss, felt a shudder, claws raked his back, and there was a strange warmth inside of him.
As quickly as it had begun, it was over—and as he swam in and out of consciousness, Noctis finally realized they were gone; he was alone.
The sun was nearly rising by the time Noctis managed to pick himself up. His clothes were shredded; he was mostly naked. He’d managed to clean himself up in a nearby stream, to wash himself clean of his own fluids, the blood, gore, and other mess all over him. He picked himself up, grabbed the abandoned lantern, still tipped on its side, though its light had long extinguished, and limped back to the campsite to down a potion and catch as much sleep as he could.
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The next night didn’t stop him. Noctis waited until the others were asleep, and headed into the night.
This time, nothing caught him by surprise, and he noticed the flash of recognition in the daemon’s red, eerily humanoid eyes, as he ran his sword through it, decimated it, and then stabbed it a few extra times for good measure.
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(note: sorry, this took on a whole other direction than I wanted it to! it's probably super obvious who wrote this if anyone's read any of my stuff on AO3/tumblr since i fucking love writing noct's magic with a mind of its own, and noct's magic wanted him to get fucked by daemons tonight. thanks anyway if you read this shit, lmao)
OP
Date: 2016-12-27 10:59 am (UTC)Re: OP
Date: 2016-12-27 07:13 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed! I'd been doing such a good job at keeping my XV smut tasteful, I guess it was about time I just totally botch it all~
Re: OP
Date: 2016-12-27 08:05 pm (UTC)Oh! I meant to ask you what your ao3 name was in the previous comment, but completely forgot in my glee of gushing over your fill. (Only if you are comfortable unveiling yourself, that is!)
Re: OP
Date: 2016-12-27 08:54 pm (UTC)I already de-anoned on my tumblr (@destatree), so meh, why not! My AO3 stuff is under the name 'moonside', though I mostly just write Promptis TBH. I have a kink for daemon!Noct though and I've been writing stuff with him so this prompt was just close enough to be something I couldn't resist. ;)
Re: OP
Date: 2016-12-27 09:35 pm (UTC)And yet it didn't stop me from writing terrible terrible things involving them. It's like that gif on tumblr of the guy being put on trial for murder. I would rather admit to a murder I didn't commit than have my internet history made public record kthnx!!!*follows you*! O-oh really, because daemon!Noct is also something that I am keenly interested in. Please do tell me more.
not!OP
Date: 2016-12-27 05:23 pm (UTC)If you de-anon on ao3, I will be sure to give kudos! <3
author-anon!
Date: 2016-12-27 07:11 pm (UTC)(Well, I posted it on my tumblr, so I'll probably suck it up and post it on AO3 as well! I was doing such a good job keeping my smut tasteful, too....)