Prompt Post

Dec. 7th, 2016 04:06 am
[personal profile] ffxv_kinkmod posting in [community profile] ffxv_kinkmeme
 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.

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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.





 
From: (Anonymous)
Time for me to go to hell, all aboard the hell train, beep beep

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It’s been two weeks since that night at the hotel, and Ignis can’t seem to relax.

He hates himself for being so caught off guard, hates that he’d been there, on his knees for Ardyn, with not a thought but for a base desire for pleasure. He finds himself thinking about it on long rides in the car, when the road seems to stretch out in an ongoing curve with no end. The feeling of stepping out of himself, of not having to analyze or plan or deal with petty squabbles and debates over what to cook for dinner. And then the ease in his shoulders and neck that had lasted for quite a few hours after—Ignis had slept well for the first time in weeks, that night, and that fact alone troubles him more than anything else.

He hasn’t told the others. They don’t need to know.

He’s on edge by the time they finally pull into Lestallum. Noct and Gladio are fighting over the last skirmish with Imperial soldiers, Prompto is begging to go to an arcade for five minutes, guys, and Ignis, Ignis just wants…

Just wants. He tells the others that he’s going to check in at the Inn early, maybe go shopping for supplies, but stresses that for once, just for tonight, he’s going to do it alone. Noct gives him a funny look, and Gladio sighs, but Ignis gets his night off. He decides to head straight for the Leville, first, just to square away their rooms, but when he gets to the counter, the man at the front desk holds up a hand.

“Room 207,” he says. “Second floor.”

“Pardon? No, I’m here to reserve a—“

“207,” the man says, again, and hands him a key. Ignis takes it, and a weight drops in his stomach as he eyes the winding stairs to the second floor.

The muscles of his back lock up tight as he makes his way down the hall. Room 207 is at the very end—a balcony room, no doubt, one of the suites that Noct occasionally asks for when he’s tired of sleeping in tents for days on end. Ignis takes a breath before he sets the key in the lock, and the door swings open at his touch.

“Good evening, pet.”

Ignis straightens at the unmistakable sound of Ardyn’s voice from within, and doesn’t move.

Do come in. You’re letting the cold air out.”

Ardyn appears from the adjoining room, broad shouldered and smiling, but Ignis notes that his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He gently grabs Ignis by the collar and pulls him a step into the room, and closes the door after him.

“There,” he says.

“What is this?” Ignis asks. “How did they know to give me a—“

“Ignis,” Ardyn says. He places his hands on Ignis’ shoulders and looks down on him. “May I call you Ignis? I feel as though we’ve reached that point, don’t you? I simply wanted to do you a favor.”

“A favor?” Ignis chokes out.

“Indeed.” Ardyn taps Ignis’ chin and chuckles when the younger man turns aside. “I’ve seen you, pet. So responsible. So reliable. So deliciously high-strung. You need someone to put you at ease.” When he says the last word, there’s a brief, wondrous moment of pure pleasure and mindless languor that pours through Ignis’ body, before it drains away like a sudden chill.

“Yes,” Ardyn says, as Ignis shudders with the loss of it. “Like that.”

Ignis considers his options. His mind is still clear. He can turn around if he wants to, fight Ardyn off if he has to. Gladio, Prompto and Noct are a phone call away. A dozen scenarios run through his mind in a rush, clamoring for attention.

He drops to his knees.

Ardyn’s smile broadens, and that slow, hazy fog of comfort rolls over Ignis in a wave. His shoulders slump. He rests on his heels, takes a deep breath, and marvels at how right it feels to see Ardyn from this angle. He wonders why he ever felt trepidation about this in the first place. Why should he? It has always been Ignis’ job to bend and obey.

Ardyn’s hands grip the back of his head. “Poor little slut,” he says. “How you missed this.”

“Yes,” Ignis says, and tears of relief spring to his eyes as Ardyn drags him to the bed.

“You will come from this,” Ardyn tells him, later, as Ignis’ lips wrap around the chancellor’s cock once more. Ignis moans in affirmation, feels his own length pressed hard and tight against his stomach at the command in Ardyn’s tone. And when Ardyn yanks Ignis down and leans into his mouth, making him twitch and swallow around his girth, Ignis comes, messy and hot and so hard that his vision goes white. Then he’s being stripped by Ardyn’s strong, deft hands, and he sighs at the wondrous feeling of being positioned and shifted and molded until there’s nothing left of him but want, but need.

When Ardyn finally presses himself into Ignis’ entrance and pushes his way inside, Ignis rolls his hips back to meet him. Ardyn’s cock burns as it stretches his sensitive rim, but Ignis feels nothing but pride that his body is so well matched, so perfect, so ready for bringing Ardyn to release. That’s all he wants, all he’s ever wanted, and he cries out with the joy of it as Ardyn pulls him deeper into his true, undeniable purpose.
From: (Anonymous)
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck yes. You are truly a blessing to this fandom. So hot, so dirty, so perfect <3
From: (Anonymous)
OP here - you are ENDING me, author anon! Good lord! How is this legal?!!
From: (Anonymous)
I didn't... I didn't know how much I wanted this
From: (Anonymous)
Thank you so much for this m(-_-)m
From: (Anonymous)
This was all kinds of hot and horrible and I love you for it *_*
From: (Anonymous)
I agree with everyone here, super hot, i never thought of this pair before but woops here we are....

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