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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.
Twilight 1-3
Date: 2016-12-22 07:12 am (UTC)The warm sun during the twilight hours might be one of his favorite things in the whole world. The blend of colors in the horizon, the way they reflect against the water, it is something not just beautiful but breath taking. The stars are slowly starting to show themselves, peeking from between the clouds as the moon shines brighter. It is something you have to stop and admire, specially when you are going to be camping out during the whole night. The campfire cracks in the background and the sound of a hammer gently nailing a thread down on the ground echos quietly. The smell of a promising meal starts to invade the air and there is a soft clicking noise in the background from pictures that are being taken. The scene is perfect, and harmony prevails. It is so relaxing.
The cold, icy water that splashes on top of his body wake him up from his day dream. Noctis' eyes go wide as his conscious is back to reality. All of sudden his senses are awake, the buzzing in his ears gets louder and his blurry vision cannot focus on anything. He tries to stand up just to realize he is still tied to the same chair that has been his prison for the past couple of weeks. The raven has a hard time breathing, his lungs feel like they are about to burst and his body can't stop shaking. He is reminded of his wounds, the several cracked ribs and the harsh bruises on the rest of his body. It was possible that one of his ankles was twisted and two of his fingers were for sure broken but with hardly any room to move there was little he could do to disturb those wounds. The leather bindings on his wrists had long left bruises there, and the skin was scratched raw on some spots, leaving blood around the edges that had long gone dry. Both of his arms were firmly tired against the chair's arm rest and both of his ankles were in the same position on the leg's chair. The cold metal chair was bolted to the floor, making it impossible for him to even move it.
The prince was panting quietly, water droplets dripping down his hair as he tried to focus on something, anything, but the pain his body was going through kept him docile and almost at the verge of passing out, not allowing him to be fully alert. It isn't until a hand reaches for his hair and gently tugs it to move his head back that he is able to focus his eyes on something. Ardyn is looking down at him, the same playful smile he always seems to wear showing on his lips. The hand gently pets his hair. Ardyn's fingers slowly move through the thick raven strands, almost in a loving way, like a cat owner would pet their beloved companion.
Noctis struggles to even move his head away from the hand, his head tilting against his shoulder right away. He can feel a headache crawling its way behind his eyeballs and the pain forces him to close his eyes. But the hand goes back, this time pulling his hair and snapping his head back until a hand his holding his face as well. The back of his neck is leaning against the chair, digging against the skin there until it becomes painful. He starts to struggle, his hands jerking on the leather cuffs until he reopens old wounds.
“I'm just here trying to be nice and offer a good morning dear prince. You looked very peaceful but I'm afraid over sleeping is not an option this time.”
Noctis tries really hard to open his mouth and say something in return, his fighting spirit still there as he wants to scream at the older man, but his throat doesn't allow it. The hand pressing against his neck keeps pushing down, making it hard to breathe and impossible for him to say a word.
“Aww, is your throat sore...” The mocking concern is infuriating, “ To be perfectly honestly I think you look your best when you don't speak.”
The hands are gone and his head hangs against his shoulder again, his lungs trying to get as much air as he can just for him to choke and cough loudly, increasing the pain of his cracked ribs. It hurts. It's painful and he wants it to end but it hasn't so far.
Noctis hears Ardyn's footsteps around the room, his blurry vision following his feet. The black boots keep moving around him, from left to right as the other quietly talks to himself, his tone cheerful and excited as always, such an odd contrast for the mood Noctis is in.
The raven squirms, hissing quietly in pain and closing his eyes before they snap open once more. He isn't even able to register the cold metal touching his side until the electric current spreads through his whole body, his jaw instantly shuts down and his body becomes stiff. He is shaking, his whole body is but at the same time he isn't moving, his body stiff and tense as the shock keeps moving through his body. He could hear noises coming from his mouth, even though he can't even feel them on his tongue and his toes are curling up underneath his boots.
As quickly as it came the shocking session ends and then his body is limp and won't respond. The little bit of consciousness he has left is slowly leaving him, his vision is dark even though his eyes are open and he isn't even sure if he's breathing anymore.
Something soft is brushing against his face, and he isn't able to register that his hands and legs are free now. The back of the chair is gone and is replaced by something cold, something his head is leaning against as well. He doesn't know it but by now he is on the cold metal floor, his half lidded eyes not registering anything around him, his whole body was numb and wouldn't respond. He is manhandle without any problems, his slim form easy to maneuver. A weight settles on his chest and the pain on his ribs should be killing him and making him squirm in pain but his body cannot move nor register everything that's happening.
A hand is on his jaw, forcing his mouth open and something thick pushes pass his lips. Noctis is sure he's going to choke, but his throat remains slack. Part of his brains wants to warn him of what's happening, force him to move but another part is trying to make him ignore it. Pushing his consciousness away as far as it can, because he doesn't want to know what's happening, he really doesn't. The headache is back and pounding against his skull, his half lidded eyes dark as tears slowly fall from the corners. It isn't happening. It isn't happening. It isn't happening.
The wind is gently blowing against his hair. How long had they been riding around he wasn't sure, but he loves it. With a loud yawn he stretches his arms over his head, giving a content noise when his back pops and his whole body relaxes. Gladio is reading one of his many books, his face resting on his hand without much care. Prompto keeps snapping pictures away, sometimes urging Ignis to slow down so he can get a better shot of something. Ignis being who he is of course decides to spoil him a tiny bit by doing it once in a while, but the whole time he reminds them that they have a schedule to follow and there is not much time for horseplay. Noctis feels himself smiling and the gentle wind keeps caressing his face as he looks at his friends.
Something warm is choking him. He tries to squirm and shake his head but there is a pair of hands keeping him in place. He needs air, the liquid is filling his throat and going to his nose, making it impossible to breath. But the hands do not budge.
“Oh my, did I interrupt your day dream?”
Noctis is pushing and clawing at the body in front of him, trying his best to struggle but he feels so weak and dizzy. It isn't until his body instinctively starts to swallow whatever is in his mouth that the hands let go of him. What was blocking his mouth slips out and he is able to breathe now, except he quickly vomits instead. Whatever had crawled down his throat is quickly forced out as he raven gets on all fours on the floor. He is coughing loudly, choking and panting loudly through his noise. The burning on his throat won't stop and it only gets worst when a swift kick lands on his stomach, forcing the rest of the cum out of his mouth.
Noctis' arms are shaking, and so are his legs but his body responds by quickly trying to crawl away from the attacker, except a pair of arms quickly move around his waist pulling him back and into a firm chest and Ardyn's lap. The older male is holding his arms, keeping him from struggling against his hold as he forcefully embraces him. The hand hands that were forcing him to swallow the others cock were now caressing his lower back, and neck, touches that only feel like a burning torch on Noctis' skin.
“We have to keep working on that don't we, you can't just throw up every single time. Everyone knows the point is to swallow dear Noctis.”
He lost count of how many times it happened, but he also couldn't remember never not doing this. It was an odd feeling, how you suddenly become so used to something that you can't remember a life without not doing it. If Noctis was to take a guess, it was his own way of keeping sane, or at least keeping some of the sanity that was still clinging to him.
That bit of sanity though, would hide away as he did this. He pretended he didn't have it, or maybe his brain was trying to do it on its own. But as he swallowed Ardyn's member and moved his head along with his thrusts, he liked to pretend he couldn't think or feel. The way his mouth worked around the hard length inside of it was by now very skilled. He sucked the head gently and then would hollow his cheeks as he swallowed the rest of the length, until his nose was buried against the coarse pubic hair there. He was used to the older male thrusting his hips as he deep throat him, and by now he wouldn't choke but relax his throat to allow the other to easily fuck his mouth. The hands that once held onto his jaw to keep his mouth open were now holding onto his hair, pulling gently on the strands or simply keeping his head in place.
Noctis could feel how numb his body and mind were, the old bruises he had a couple of weeks ago had been replaced with new ones, the two broken fingers were somewhat healed and his ribs didn't hurt as much even though it was still hard to breathe if he tried to do much. The twisted ankle was fully healed too, but now his chest and neck had bruises all over, his wrists had almost black bruises from being held down so much, and his back probably had more burn marks that he could count from the tasers that kept being used on him.
Sometimes it was just easier if he did what Ardyn wanted, the twisted friendly smiled promised him less pain, and at this point Noctis was clinging to anything that would ease the torture he was going through. The survival instinct took over and ended up stomping on any kind of pride he still had left. It was the reason why his tongue was now pushing against the slit of Ardyn's cock, slowly sliding down his length until one of his sacs was in his mouth and he was gently sucking on it, his soft lips pressing against the sensitive skin. Ardyn's hand pushed his hair back, forcing his tired eyes to look at him.
“Such a good boy Noctis, I'm proud of how you have developed.”
Noctis wanted to snap back at him, but the will to fight was so slim, so tiny, it was stomped on by any other feeling going through his body, specially the one that promised him less pain and even satisfaction over the fact that he was doing well. Maybe it meant he could stop hurting so much.
Ardyn didn't cum on his mouth this time but his face, the thick seed spilling across his face and some of his hair, clinging to his lips and cheeks. Noctis turned his head, but Ardyn's held onto his chin, turning it back so he could clean what was left on his cock.
“Don't clean up love. I think you look fantastic like that.”
And Noctis didn't.