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Dec. 7th, 2016 04:06 am
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 Welcome to Round One of the FFXV Kink Meme!

CLOSED for prompts | OPEN for fills

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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!

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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.





 
From: (Anonymous)
Motel rooms were a bit easier to handle, but presented more human-oriented threats. Not to mention the air was usually pretty stale from years of not being aired out properly. It made him miss the fresh breeze from the outdoors.

Gladio staked out the bed furthest from the door- it was preferable not to have windows, so the tiny one they had in most motel outposts wasn’t an issue.

“Will you be taking the prince, then?” Ignis asked, eying where Noctis had collapsed onto the bed, not even bothering to take off his boots.

Since he'd been like that the moment they'd gone into the room, Gladiolus kind of thought he wasn't going to be moving any time soon. He hadn't even moved when Prompto took a photo. From three angles.

“I guess so. You want a turn? I could keep watch from the other one. There's a decent blind spot with this layout.”

Ignis was already kneeling to take off the prince’s shoes and coax him out of his jacket. His deft hands made short work of the laces, easing the leather off Noctis’ surprisingly pale, delicate ankles.

“You spoil him.”

“We all have our duties. Mine is to remove distractions--just as yours is to ensure he’s able to bear his legacy.”

“Incisive. As usual.”

“Naturally,” Ignis smirked faintly, pushing up his glasses.

“So that mean you don't want a turn?”

“I hadn't taken you for the quitting sort.”

Unfortunately, Gladio had failed to factor that most beds hadn't actually been designed for anyone six and a half feet tall and built. Or that having Noctis in an actual bed, unhindered by a sleeping bag or other bodies would be like trying to wrestle with an octopus. If he wasn't sprawling all over the bed or hogging the covers, he was tangled in gladios feet, rolled half on top of him like a beached whale.

“Noct,” he grumbled, frustrated after Noctis had somehow managed to wriggle his hands and cold feet underneath him even though gladiolus could've sworn he'd been on the other side some blinks of sleep ago. “Pick a spot and make your bed before I make it for you,”

“‘M in my spot,” Noctis informed him sleepily, unperturbed by the threat. “All of it’s my spot.”

“It's my spot, too.”

“But you're mine,” Noctis said reasonably, and fell back asleep.

The gall of this cheeky brat, honestly.

But he wasn't wrong. For better or worse.

=

It wasn't all the time, but it was often enough that Noctis seemed to start automatically assuming that he'd sleep wherever Gladio was. And the rest of the party fell into place.

Although the times they did switch it up, something always happened.

Like when Noctis and Prompto wound up on the same bed and couldn't seem to figure out whose side was whose, rolling around in intermittent yells throughout the night. Prompto had fallen off. Four times.

“Oh my gods!”

“Whoa,Noct,where are you going?!”

“Hey, I was using that!”

“Uh, dude.”

“You're too noisy,” Noctis grouched, and Prompto squeaked with whatever Noct had chosen to do to deal with the problem.

“Don't make me come over there and strap you both down,” Gladiolus said, safe and smug on the other side with Ignis who seemed determined not to let anything disturb his sleep schedule. “Sounds like you two might like it.”

“I feel violated,” Prompto offered.

“Not like you were saving it,” Noctis snorted.

“Rude, I have a five year plan to ask Cindy out.”

“Try a hundred more years.”

Of course, Gladio wasn't laughing quite so much when he woke up to Ignis slipping a piece of rubber between his teeth.

“The snoring is fine, but you grind your teeth. That's terrible for your molars,” Ignis said. This will help.”

“Wait--Hgh, Ignis, stop!”

“It's clean, I assure you.”

“That doesn't mean you can shove it in my mouth!”

“Uhm, guys, we can hear you… also, it's not actually that far between the beds.”

“Suck a dick, Prompto.”

“It sounds like you guys already took care of that.”

And the occasional time when Noctis announced he was going to sleep with Ignis, usually after losing a round of King’s Knight too many.

Ignis, used to Noctis’ whims, didn't seem to have a hard time accommodating his habits. Prompto, on the other hand…

“Mfh, you are so, so big. I'm not knocking, you've got a great bod, but Seriously, doesn't Noct get crushed if you sneeze?”

“He likes it.”

“I like breathing,” Prompto said. “Doesn't anyone care about what I like?”

“If it's good enough for the prince…”

“I'm not that flexible! Also, wow, you’re like, a c-cup.”

“Sounds like you're more flexible than you thought,” Gladio said, to muffled snorts from the other bed.

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