#alstor smut

[thewinchestah]

"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: i lost count. it's big.

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A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!

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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths. 

He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.

Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you. 

He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes  glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel  just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room. 

“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.”  Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head 

“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.

“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.

“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie” 

As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming. 

“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.

“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness. 

Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.

And as quick as it started, it was over. 

Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away. 

It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place. 

“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”

Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon. 

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They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it. 

Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair. 

Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward. 

-

You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen. 

Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine. 

“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.

Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile. 

Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.  

“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first. 

He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin. 

Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-

“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me” 

You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed  you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors. 

This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”. 

“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash. 

He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.

the door locks behind you.

 if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class. 

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence. 

“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out 

“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room” 

Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.

Twice now, in a sing-song voice.

Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???

“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.

 “I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?” 

Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?

“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-

“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”

You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it. 

Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission. 

“Take my breath away, Alastor” 

Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious. 

Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back. 

“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.

It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.

Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard. 

You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.

 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.

“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie

“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it. 

“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.

“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.

He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.

“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him. 

His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.

“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing 

“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him,  making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be  begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down. 

Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. 

“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started” 

his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper

“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way” 

Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs. 

His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver. 

Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control. 

The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.

You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.

Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined  he would, if he had more time to work on you. 

You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much. 

“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more. 

The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you. 

Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure. 

He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.

Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.

“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”

You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.

“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.

 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief “you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.

Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.

“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”

Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame” 

He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this  pain of being broken feels good. 

Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face. 

Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.

Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth. 

“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”

You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this”  Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”

You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice 

“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again

“Good girl, you can come now”

instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back  when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture. 

You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep. 

The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”

You might be dreaming now.

-

You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.

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[senseichaos]

I'm going to cry I wrote literally like a whole half of pathetic and then I go to save and tumblrs like 'network connection flaked' I'M SO FUCKING DONE WITH THIS APP.

@staff

FIX THIS

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[heartlessfujoshi]

HI SENPAIII. it me, anon-chan-san-kouhai. i'm here to request..a request you might not have expected me to for Reasons but know that i am still me and i love u 5ever. how's about some fluffy promptis - “Because I love you, you asshole!” (post/611417486793015296) ???? is that okay??? i promise this is me and i'm not someone pretending to be anon-chan-san so u'd write for me. ilu ok?? ILUSFM ENJOY WRITING THIS

HELLO ACCS, I AM MORE THAN HAPPY TO FILL THIS FOR YOU (EVEN THOUGH YOU SENT IT LAST YEAR WHOOPS). I HOPE YOU ENJOY WHAT I CAME UP WITH FOR THIS! :) 

Title: Senior Trip Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Promptis (Prompto Argentum x Noctis Lucis Caelum) Rating: Mature (Brotherhood Era - Fluff and Smut - Love Confessions)  Word Count: ~3410 Prompt: “Because I love you, you asshole!”

Summary: The third years are heading out of Insomnia to go on the trip. Prompto is worried that he’s going to accidentally ruin things between Noctis and himself, but as it turns out, he had no reason to worry. 

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Prompto saw the bus sitting outside of their school, students already piling onto it. He turned to Noctis, and saw that the Prince of Insomnia already looked bored, not that he could blame him. He knew that neither of them really wanted to go on this trip, but since they were graduating third years, it was a right of passage. He shifted the bag against his arm as he leaned over and dug his elbow into Noctis’ side. “Don’t look too excited, Your Highness.” He teased, happy to see a smile appear on Noctis’ face as he continued to rib him. “You know that we’re doing this for you.” 

“Hah.” Noctis rolled his eyes, but he saw the smile staying put. “Come on - you’re sitting with me, aren’t you?” 

“Who else would I sit with??” Prompto nodded his head, as the two of them made their way down the steps and to the line of their fellow classmates that had paid to go on the trip. “I wish we didn’t have to go to this. It’d be so much more fun if we stayed home this week.” 

“Yeah, well. At least we’ll be miserable together, right?” The smile on Noctis’ face made Prompto’s hands turn somewhat clammy, as he both hated and loved to see that smile. It was meant for him - he’d never seen Noctis smile like that at anyone else, but it also confused him because he really didn’t know where they stood with each other. Sometimes it was apparently obvious that Noctis was into girls, but then there were some moments when he’d comment on the attractiveness of a guy, and then it was all over for Prompto. 

He’d known he was gay since he’d turned thirteen years old, and had accidentally stumbled upon some gay porn on the computer. The two men had been doing very naughty things that had made him watch until the very end, when his own cock was painfully hard. He’d touched himself and had made himself come for the first time that day. Trying to see if it was a fluke, he did a search for het porn, and as he watched it, he found his eye was always on the man and was annoyed by the sounds the woman was making. He went and found another gay porn and found himself jerking off again as he watched the two men going at it. 

Noctis, though - it was a hit or miss. He knew that this week trip away was going to be hell for him, as he didn’t really want to be a part of any flirtations that Noctis might have with some of their prettier classmates. He would always support his best friend, though, because that’s what best friends do. He would ignore the feelings that he’d begun to develop for Noctis in their second year of school, and push them aside to be the proper friend. 

They found a seat in the back of the bus, Prompto choosing to sit on the aisle so that Noctis could have a little bit more privacy. The bus trip was supposed to take five hours, taking them out of the city walls and to a place called Alstor Slough. Prompto had brought his headphones and offered one bud to Noctis, who took it and put it into his left ear while he put the one he kept into his right ear. Choosing a playlist he’d made just for the trip, he started the music and leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes. 

He startled when he felt Noctis put his head on his shoulder, but then instead of freaking out too much about it, he put his own head down on top of his, the two of them sitting comfortably with one another. This was their normal behavior, and again, more reason for his speculation about what feelings Noctis had for him. Grabbing his blanket from his bag, Prompto draped it over the two of them, and once they were hidden from the rest of their class, he felt Noctis lace his fingers through his, the two of them holding hands comfortably with one another. 

The song played in one ear while the other listened to the conversations around them. No one was paying them any attention, which he supposed was a good thing. He felt Noctis press his fingers against the back of his hand, so he returned the touch to his own hand as a new song came on. Prompto had a feeling that this next week was seriously going to make him question his own sanity, as he agreed to room with Noctis - again, who else would he have roomed with - and that worried him. Sure, he spent the night at his place on the weekends, but he slept on the couch while Noctis slept in his bedroom. This trip? They were going to be sleeping in the same hotel room, hopefully in separate beds. If there weren’t separate beds, Prompto literally didn’t know what he was going to do. 

“Alright, everyone!” Their literature teacher’s voice came through the horrible speakers on the bus a few hours later. “We’ve arrived at our destination. You guys will have a few hours before we go out to our first shrine visit at sunset. Room keys will be handed out to you. Do not lose them.” 

Noctis pulled his hand away from his, the two of them returning to an upright position. “Guess we’re here.” Noctis said, rubbing his eyes. “What’d she just say?” 

“That we’ll get our keys when we leave the bus, and to not lose them. Oh, and we don’t have to be anywhere for a few hours - guess we’ll meet at like 5 to go to our first shrine.” Prompto informed him. 

“Cool.” 

Getting off the bus turned out to be a monumental task, as it seemed everyone had issues getting their keys. When it got to be their turn, Prompto took the key and signed his name off on the sheet. “These are double rooms, right?” 

“Some have doubles, some have singles. We didn’t have a choice.” His history teacher handed the clipboard to Noctis, who took his key and signed his name. “It’s for a week. If you have a single, deal with it. Please.” 

“R-Right.” Prompto knew he couldn’t argue, as it seemed like his teacher had already been yelled at by quite a few students. “Come on, Noct - let’s go see what we wind up with!” 

“Okay.” The Prince of Brevity nodded his head, the two of them walking towards where their room was at the motel. 

Prompto put the key into the electronic lock and said a quiet prayer to the Astrals, then opened the door. Disappointment flooded through him as he saw that they were one of the lucky ones that were stuck with a king-sized bed. Great. He put a smile on his face and turned to Noctis, who had his head down. “What side do you want? Left or right?” 

“Uh….right, I guess.” Noctis finally looked up and saw the same thing he saw. “One bed?” 

“One bed.” He grimaced, hating that this was actually going to be a thing. And there was no couch in the room - there was a small dining table with two chairs, and then the bed itself which had two nightstands, one on either side of the bed. “Come on - let’s get our stuff unpacked, and then we’ll go explore.” 

“Sounds good to me, Prompto.” 

He put his clothes away in one of the dresser drawers, then put his bathroom stuff away. Noctis did the same, and before Noctis was tempted to suggest a nap, Prompto went over to the door. “Got your key? Let’s go!” 

Their motel was near some dense woods, and he could see a few of their classmates were already exploring the grounds. He turned to look at Noctis, who had the same bored expression back on his face that had been there when they’d left campus. Hoping that he wasn’t that bored already, Prompto reached for his hand and then saw a smile appear on the Prince’s face as the two of them set off to go explore. 

The afternoon running through the woods had been just what Prompto had needed. They met up with their classmates outside the motel at five, and then hiked up to the first shrine they were going to visit - the whole purpose of this trip was to go and explore some of the shrines in this area that they normally wouldn’t be able to go. By the time they got back to the motel, it was almost nine at night, and dinner was handed out by their teachers which could be taken back to their rooms to enjoy. 

Prompto sat down on the bed with Noctis, and grabbed the remote. “You think we’ll be able to find anything good out here?” Prompto asked, as he started to flip through the stations. “I’m going to guess no.” 

“Probably right. Find a music channel - let’s listen to music.” 

“Okay, Your Highness!” 

Music channels were in the high number channels, and Prompto found one that played music from a couple of decades ago. They ate their dinner in relative silence, Prompto bopping his head up and down as the music was good. He turned to Noctis and saw him staring at the wall with a strange expression on his face. 

“Noct?” He asked, and watched him blink a few times before turning to look at him. “You okay, buddy?” 

“Not really.” Noctis shook his head. “But I’ll get through it.” 

“You want to talk about it?” 

“No.” Again, the Prince shook his head. “I promise, I’m okay.” 

“Alright.” Prompto had to trust that Noctis knew what was best for him. “You tired? You want to get some sleep?” 

“Yeah, I think sleep would be best right now.” 

“Okay.” 

He threw out their empty containers, then helped Noctis turn down the bed. He let the Prince go and take a shower first, leaving him alone with his thoughts as he tried not to panic about sleeping in the same bed as him. There was nothing wrong - best friends shared the bed all the time. Once the shower was turned off, he felt his heart rate jump again, realizing he was going to have to shower too. Noctis came out, dressed in a pair of black boxers that were covered in skulls, with the towel around his neck. 

“Your turn.” Noctis said, sitting down on the edge of the bed as he continued to dry his hair. 

Prompto grabbed his clothes and slammed the bathroom door shut, panic still working its way through his system as he tried to get the image of Noctis in his underwear out of his head. He’d seen him in his underwear plenty of times, so why did it feel different right now?? Oh, because they were far away from home, with only each other to be with right now. 

Thankfully Noctis was already in bed with the lights off when he came out of the bathroom. Prompto crept to his side of the bed and quietly got under the covers, hoping to not startle the Prince with his presence. He could hear him snoring, which took off a tiny bit of the edge that he was currently feeling, but not by much. He stayed at the very edge of the bed, knowing full well that he was going to be getting zero sleep tonight because he was too afraid of what might or might not happen between him and Noctis. 

The nocturnal sounds outside were a lot different than what he was used to hearing in the city - sounds of owls, and other creatures could be heard making noises in the forest behind their motel. It was a bit nerve wracking, as these unfamiliar noises kept him in a constant state of panic, along with the person who he was madly in love with was sleeping right now to him. 

“Prompto.” He froze as Noctis’ voice sounded close - too close - his heart jack hammering hard in his chest. “What’s wrong?” 

“N-N-Nothing.” Prompto stammered, feeling like a complete idiot, as he never really stuttered around Noctis that often. “Did I wake you up?” 

“No. I woke up.” The bed shifted, and he felt the warmth of Noctis’ body dangerously close to his own. “Something’s wrong.” 

“Please, Noct. Nothing is wrong.” He prayed again to the Astrals to give him strength, as he wasn’t in any condition to continue this conversation. “Go back to sleep.” 

“Why are you so far away?” 

“I’m giving you room!” 

A hand touched his side, Prompto biting down on his lower lip to stifle an unwarranted noise as he felt Noctis’ hand find a spot on his hip. “You’re trembling. Are you cold?” 

“I’m fine. Please, Noct. Please - just turn over and go to sleep.” The hand on his hip felt like it was molten lava, the heat soaking into his skin, his mind going haywire. 

“Tell me what’s wrong. I know when something’s wrong, Prompto. I’m not stupid - I can hear it in your voice right now, and I-” 

“I’m uncomfortable, okay?” Prompto quickly made him stop talking, because he couldn’t take it any longer. “I don’t like sharing the bed with you.” 

“What?” Turning his head, he saw Noctis staring at him with confusion in his eyes. “But we’ve slept together before. What’s so different about it now?” 

“Because.” He couldn’t do this. Prompto thought about getting up and putting his things in his suitcase. He could go and stay with Terrance and Bobby. Anywhere would be better than here right now. “Just go to sleep, Your Highness.” 

“Stop trying to push me away. Tell me why you can’t sleep with me.” 

“Because!” 

“Because why??” 

“Because I love you, you asshole!” 

Prompto felt his heart stop in his chest as his own words echoed back in his ears, fear now gripping him in a way that caused him to shut down. No. I didn’t. I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t. Noctis stared back at him, the confusion no longer there, but what was there - he couldn’t really tell. He was waiting for him to say something back to him, preparing himself to hear something that he didn’t want to hear when Noctis moved forward, the hand on his hip holding him a little tighter as their faces got closer. 

“Is that all?” Noctis’ voice was a whisper, Prompto trying to calm himself down as he struggled to not freak out. “I knew that.” A kiss touched the corner of his lips, making him whimper softly. This had to be a dream. 

“N-No, you didn’t.” Prompto shook his head, his lips still tingling where Noctis had kissed him, his heart continuing to pound hard in his chest. “I’ve never told you. You don’t like me like that.” 

“Oh?” The hand on his hip moved to be down a little lower, Prompto gasping softly as he felt Noctis’ fingers brush against his crotch. “I’m pretty sure I knew you liked me the minute we started hanging out together. Because I felt the same way about you.” 

“What??” 

“Why is that so shocking?” Another kiss touched the opposite corner of his mouth, then Noctis’ lips dragged across his with a teasing kiss. “We hold hands. We cuddle. We hug. We fall asleep together. Haven’t you realized that I love you too?” 

“But you can’t.” Prompto shook his head, still trying to piece together what Noctis was saying. What the Prince was confessing to him. “You have to be married. You have to-” 

A finger touched his lips. “That’s not for a long time. Maybe things will be different when that becomes an issue. For now - I know that I love you, and want to have the best trip with you. May I kiss you now?” 

If he hadn’t been laying down, he would have swooned at Noctis’ comment. “You can do anything you want to me, Your Highness.” Prompto said the words with complete conviction. 

“Be careful with what you say, because I will take what I want, Prompto. And I want you.” 

He didn’t have a chance to say anything else, as Noctis’ lips touched his with a kiss that he knew he would remember for the rest of his life. The way Noctis’ tongue fit into his mouth was something he knew he was going to dream about whenever they weren’t kissing. Rolling his tongue back and forth over the Prince’s tongue, Prompto found himself getting swept away by the kiss. Putting his arms around Noctis’ neck, he felt him lay on top of his body, the two of them breaking off the kiss they were sharing as the lower halves of their bodies connected. 

“O-Oh.” He moaned softly, as Noctis gave a little roll of his hips. “Noct…” Prompto pushed his hips down, wanting to feel more of that hardness that was pushing against his own stiffness. “Gods….” 

“I’ve wanted to do this with you for so long…” Noctis whispered into his ear, sending a fresh waves of moans to leave his mouth as he clung to the Prince’s body. “You don’t know how long.” 

“I think I do.” Pushing his hips down, he groaned low. “S-Should we take off our underwear…?” 

“If we do, I might want to take this further than we should.” 

“Why shouldn’t we?” 

“We’re here for a week, Prom. Wouldn’t it be better to build up to it?” 

“Fuck no.” Prompto shook his head. “I want your dick, Noct.” 

“Okay, then.” 

Now that that was settled, they both took off their underwear, and luckily Noctis had brought some lube with him. What for, Prompto didn’t want to know - unless it was in case of a situation like this happening. Which made him feel warm all over, that Noctis actually felt the same way about him. It didn’t take long to get him ready, and then he was feeling the tip of Noctis’ cock pushing up against his loosened hole. 

“We can’t go back.” Noctis stared down at him, Prompto getting lost in his eyes. “Do you want this, Prom?” 

“Bad.” He nodded his head. “I don’t want to go back. I love you, Noct.” 

“I love you too.” 

The moment his cock slipped into Prompto’s body, he could swear he heard fireworks happen. Everything seemed to stop as he felt Noctis’ cock push further into his body, his own body feeling like it was on fire as pleasure began to spread through him. It took them both a full minute of total stillness, and then they moved together as one. He snuck his hand between their bodies and began to jerk himself off, moaning Noctis’ name as he felt him go deeper and deeper into him with every roll of his hips. He began to come hard, his body going rigid from head to toe, and then he felt the warmth of Noctis’ cum spreading against his inner walls as he listened to him come for the first time in his life. 

Panting hard, he stared up at him with a smile on his face. “Guess this means we’re boyfriends?” He asked, hoping that this was more than just sex. 

“Boyfriends.” Noctis nodded his head, the two sharing a sweet kiss before the Prince gave a suggestive roll of his hips, to which Prompto responded with a loud moan. “More?” 

“More!” Prompto agreed, and then they went about having another two rounds of sex. 

The rest of the week flew by, each night Prompto looking forward to going to bed with Nocits, as they had sex after dinner each night. Falling asleep in his arms had been the best. On the bus heading back to Insomnia, they held hands again under the blanket, Prompto feeling content at confessing his feelings to his best friend. 

“Spend the night tonight?” Noctis asked, as they got their items off from underneath the bus. “It’s the weekend.” 

“Can I?” He knew his parents wouldn’t care, and really - a few more days with Noctis was exactly what he wanted. 

“You’d better. Come on, let’s go.”

Prompto knew that things might change in a few years, but for now - he was going to enjoy the ride that he was on with the Prince of Lucis, his best friend Noctis Caelum. 

XxX

Cross-posted to AO3

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[fortheloveofeos]

Reader and Noctis are married and after the 10 year wait, they reunite but when Noctis has to go fight Ardyn, the reader is worried about him and he comforts her and a smut scene happens. Then after that, the reader tells Noctis that she loves him and will be waiting for him once the fight ends. And they see each other in the afterlife.

Whew, so this request covered a lot of ground and I only hope that this is something like what you were looking for! I love Older Noctis! This was my first Noctis fic and I’m excited to see it finished. 

Some smut below cut! 

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Darkness had become your normal. It had been ten very longand lonely years since you had seen the sun and its warming light. It had alsobeen ten lonely years without Noctis – your king and your husband. It was still so strange for you to even think the words.After Luna’s death and Noctis realized what his future could become, he hadpulled you aside on the train to Gralea. He refused to ignore his deep feelingsfor you and claimed that whatever future he had, however much time he couldget, he wanted to spend it all with you.

At first, you had been surprised by his confession. Youloved Noctis, sure. But the two of you had done your best to stay away fromeach other knowing that your relationship would end in heartbreak for you both.Still, he had kissed you once on the dock looking out over Alstor Slough andyou had known from that moment on that there would never be anyone else foryou. When he had materialized a plain silver band and asked you to marry him…youfeared you had been hallucinating. Using his power as king, Noctis had declaredthe two of you linked on the noisy train as the two of you sat tucked into anempty car.

When Noctis had disappeared into the crystal, you felt as ifyour world had ended. You knew Noctis’ fate and you had tried to prepareyourself for it but nothing could have prepared you to lose the man you lovedso dearly. You heart broke anew each and every time you relived the sweetmoment on the train and the battle that would lead to his disappearance. Youprayed for his return each and every day.

It had taken a while for any of the other’s to notice thesilver band you refused to take off your left hand. It was just a simple thingwithout any sort of ornamentation that Noctis had picked up somewhere along theway. You couldn’t help the joy that swelled in your heart when he had slippedit onto your finger and it had fit as if it were made specifically for yourhand. You had a habit of twisting it when you worried and rubbing your thumbacross it whenever you thought of the young king. It had taken a beating overthe years from the hunts you had taken on and your refusal to take it off.

Prompto had finally asked about the ring as the four of youhad piled into the truck on the way to a supply run to Hammerhead. “So, uh, didNoctis give you the ring?” Prompto had remembered him buying it on their lasttrip to Lestallum. He had mentioned something about having it engraved oncethey got to Altissa, but he apparently never got the chance.

Gladio and Ignis had been deathly silent as your handstightened around the steering wheel. It had been about a year at that point andyou still weren’t sure you were ready to talk about it. “Y-yeah, he did,” youstammered as you focused on the pitch-black road that stretched out before you.

Gladio had chuckled, shaking his head so that some of hislong hair fell over his shoulder. Ignis had smiled slightly, his head incliningjust so. Even without his eyesight he was perceptive. “I suppose that explainswhat you and Noct had been discussing on the train for so long then,” Ignisoffered you a smile. None of the three men knew what else to say and theconversation had died off.

You jumped slightly at the sound of your name being calledas you were pulled from your thoughts. You had been twisting the ring aroundyour finger so long the skin was slightly raw from the action. Prompto wavedfrantically as he raced towards you and your spot in Takka’s. You had beentrying to clean your guns before you got distracted. “Prompto? What’s up?”

The blonde’s blue eyes had darkened in their time withoutthe sun but they glimmered brightly in the lamplight. Pure joy had his true andhappy smile that you missed so much plastered on his face and he hadn’tbothered fixing his windblown hair. Your heart hammered in your chest as if youalready knew what he was about to say. “He’s back,” he nearly screamed beforepulling you in for a hug.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes at his words and youwere thankful his grip was so tight or you were certain you would have ended upon the floor. When you managed to open your eyes, you king stood between Ignisand Gladio who seemed to be speaking to him. However, his eyes were training onyou alone.

He met you halfway and you crashed your lips to his. Thewhimper that left your throat was so endearing that Prompto had to wipe hiseyes at the sight. “Noctis, you’re here! Gods, you’re really here.” Your armswrapped around his neck as you pulled him close.

His grip tightened around you as he pulled back to look atyou. Even after ten years he was still the most handsome man you had ever seen.His hair was longer and he had stubble you had never seen before but it somehowsuited him. You had been afraid that you had forgotten small details about himduring the ten years that had passed – like the exact shape of his eyes, howone section of his bangs nearly always refused to lay just right, or how whenhe smiled at you the right side of his mouth lifted slightly higher. As youtried to burn his image into your brain, Noctis seemed to be doing the same.

“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” Noctis spokequietly but you still caught the way his voice cracked. He cleared his throatand tried again. “My queen,” he smiled at you and you would have sworn she sunhad reappeared for a moment, “I have missed you.” Noctis gently pulled yourarms from around his neck so that he could look at your hand. When he saw thatyou still wore the plain silver band and just worn it was, he kissed your ringbefore raising his gorgeous blue eyes to yours. Your breath caught at the sightof them: so familiar and warm despite their cool color.

Tears fell in hot tracks down your face without your consentbut you made no move to stop them. “My king,” you choked just as Noctis pulledyou against his chest. You vaguely heard the other speak for a moment beforeNoctis gently wrapped you in his arms and guided you to the repurposed dinner.

You group found an empty booth to slide into. Immediately,the guys started asking Noctis question while he returned with questions of hisown. You watched as their easy banter fell back into place between them. Gladiowas more open than he had been, there was a hardness to Prompto that he hadearned over the last decade, and Ignis expressed so much through his slightfacial expression. Noctis listened more closely to everything being said thanyou had ever seen him before. Yet, somehow it was all the same. You chose tolisten to most of the conversation and only input when necessary so that thefour of them could catch up. As time dragged on, a heaviness washed overeveryone as the conversation turned to the future.

Noctis’ hand had remained in your grasp nearly the entiretime. Suddenly, he squeezed you hand to get your attention. Tomorrow all the preparationswould be made and the five of you would head into Insomnia to face destiny. Aftersaying goodnight to the others, you pulled Noctis to the makeshift quarters inHammerhead. Your group were the only hunters in the area for the night thatwould be needing them and the others were giving you space.

Turning to Noctis, you opened your mouth to speak when hislips captured yours before you could utter a word. “Please,” he begged you, “Ithas been a lifetime since I’ve seen you. Let me be selfish tonight?” Noctiswith such fervor you forgot to breath.

Panting, you nodded against his shoulder. You had ached forhim for a decade and now he was standing right in front of you. “Anything formy king,” you whispered into his ear before a giggle escaped you.

Something close to growl ripped from Noctis’ throat as hepushed you backwards onto the bed. He climbed onto the bed to hover over youand his body fit against yours just as you remembered. Clothing was shed inrecord time and Noctis made quick work of your underwear. By the time he waspositioned above you and he reached down to tease your entrance, you werealready dripping for him.

“Guess I’m not the only one that’s missed this,” he groanedbefore nipping at your neck.

You gasped as he bit down hard enough to mark you. “Please,Noct.” Tears pricked at your eyes due to the intense need you felt for him atthat moment. You couldn’t recall ever wanting anything else so badly. Youcupped his stubbled jaw with your hand and smiled as he leaned into your touch,squeezing his eyes shut. “I love you.”

Noctis’ eyes snapped open at your words. “I love you,” hepromised you as he bore his eyes into yours. You felt the conviction in hiswords as he lined himself up with you. “So much,” he groaned as he pushed himselfinto you so that he was fully seated within your burning heat.

Having Noctis inside you after so long was pure bliss. Youhad been unable to allow yourself such intimacy with anyone else and had alwaysimagined this moment. Noctis wasted no time in setting a fast and steady rhythmto his movements. The bed squeaked in protest and the sound of your couplingechoed around the otherwise empty room. You wound up in his favorite position:Noctis leaned back against the headboard of the bed with you positioned overhis lap. “Imagine what it would be like,” he grunted into your ear as he thrustup into you, “fucking on the throne.”

Leaning forward so that your forehead rested against hisshoulder, breathy whimpers escaped your swollen lips. “My king,” you gasped ashe gave a particularly hard thrust. You weren’t going to last much longer andNoctis knew it.

“You feel…so good,” he groaned. His hand lightly grippedyour jaw to guide your lips to his. “I want to,” he paused to increase hisspeed and press a finger against your sensitive clit, “to fill you up.”

Noctis’ well times thrusts mixed with the fast circles hewas rubbing against your bundle of sensitive nerves was too much. His wordswere enough to push you over the edge and your back arched. Noctis attatchedhis mouth to your nipple, biting and sucking harshly. “Oh Six, yes! Noct.” Hisgrip on your hip tightened as he laid you back onto the bed. The new positiongave him the perfect angle to hammer into your sweet spot with each of hissloppy movements to prolong your orgasm. He gave a few more thrusts before youfelt him twitch as his pleasure filled you to the brim.  Collapsing beside you, Noctis pulled youclose for a while so the two of you could remain close.

Finally, you turned so that you could get a better look athis handsome face. The stubble really was a good look for him. “So,” yousmiled. “You’re not going to try and make me stay behind tomorrow?”

“I know better than to try that,” Noctis kissed you sweetlybefore finally looking for his clothes. “You wouldn’t listen.”

Laughing, you redressed quickly. “Of course I wouldn’t.”Biting your lip, you took a deep breath. “So this is it, then?” You couldn’tlet yourself cry.

Noctis pulled you into the warm circle of his arms andsnuggled the two of you down under the covers. “I promise you,” he mumbledagainst your hair. He breathed deeply in hopes of memorizing your scent. “I’llbe waiting for you. I’ll always be yours, my love,” he kissed the ring still onyour finger and pulled you even closer.

XXX

The sun rose over the horizon for the first time in adecade. You had felt your soul fracture as your king had left this world. Theadrenaline rush that had been keeping you on your feet began to fade and youstumbled. You went down hard on your knees before catching yourself on yourhands. Blood dripped from the wound in your side and you spat the blood thathad risen in your mouth.

“He did it,” you mumbled as a bitter smile pulled at yourlips. You caught sight of Gladio, Prompto, and Ignis as they battled back thelingering daemons. They each sported a few injuries but they all appeared inbetter shape than you. Just as well, you thought. Noctis promised he would bewaiting for you and you weren’t afraid. You knew you would see his smiling faceagain. Pulling the ring from your finger, you pressed your bloodied lips to itand laughed.

Gladio called your name as you collapsed onto your side.Three sets of black boots pounded towards you but you knew they wouldn’t reachyou. You closed your eyes and felt as if a weight had been lifted from yourbeaten body, Noctis’ ring still held tightly in your grasp.

When you opened your eyes, you gasped and inhaled deeplysurprised to find that there was no pain. You were wearing a golden gown thathugged your figure carefully and fell in graceful ripples onto the marblefloor. Glancing around, you realized you were in the throne room on theCitadel. The rubble was gone and the atrocious sight of the bodies suspendedabove the throne was no where to be seen.

“Noctis,” your breath caught in your throat at the sight ofhim. He was seated in his throne slouching as he always did with his headresting on one of his hands where he leaned onto the arm. He was clean shavenand, although his hair was still as messy as ever, it looked to have beentrimmed somewhat to at least appear regal. Luna sat at his side with a kindsmile on her face as she spotted you, dressed in her trademark white. Youcoulcn’t help noticing the empty throne at his left.

Noctis rose to his full height and you couldn’t helpblushing at the sight of him in his kingly outfit. Flower petals had beensprinkled along the steps that lead to the throne and banners hung from theceiling announcing Noctis’ reign and you marriage. Your name left his lips ashe began to descend the steps toward you. He offered you his hand as he met youhalfway. “We didn’t get a chance to celebrate our wedding before,” he smiled.

Luna rose and wrapped you in a light hug. “Welcome home, myqueen,” she inclined her head slightly and stepped back as trumpets soundedfrom somewhere  in the room.

You gasped as Noctis slipped a glittering ring onto yourfinger just above the plain silver band. “We’ve got eternity to celebrate now,”he pulled you in for a breathtaking kiss.

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[thatbloodycountess]

Unwind

 I really want to give Prompto some love. He really needs it! This is the first piece of smut that I’ve shared with anyone and I hope you enjoy it.

 Prompto x Reader. NSFW! More under the cut.

 Prompto trudged into the small house, his muscles screaming at him for a reprieve. Dave needed help with a daemon nest near Alstor Slough. The nests started appearing after the sun disappeared and only increased in number over the past three years. This meant more daemons which required more hunters to deal with them.

 This meant more time away from home.

 But you understood. Prompto took his job as a hunter very seriously and would drop everything if he got a call that he was needed. He would often be gone for days at a time. Once, he was chasing daemons for two weeks. It was hard but it was the way life had become, and would remain, until the Starscourge was eliminated. You were always there to welcome him home and listen to his stories about the hunt. It was stressful but home was his safe-haven.

 He called you when he was on the way home, giving you plenty of time to get whatever supplies you could scrounge together to make one of his favorite dishes. He dropped his bag by the front door, the wonderful scents of dinner and home filling his lungs. Your immediately ran to him and threw your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He was sweaty and covered in mud and daemon muck but it didn’t matter. He was home.

 “Welcome home.”

 “You have no idea how happy I am to see you.”

 He pressed his lips to yours as one hand came to rest on your cheek. You returned his kiss with fervor and it wasn’t long before his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, requesting permission. You eagerly opened your mouth, allowing him to explore it to his heart’s content. His kisses grew hungrier with each passing moment, the hand at your waist pressing harder into your flesh. You moaned against his lips as you pressed your body against him, feeling heat beginning to bloom in your core. Prompto was the best kisser you ever had and it didn’t take much to get you started.

 But he suddenly pulled back.

 “I’m going to grab a shower.”

 He walked silently towards the bathroom, his shoulders slightly slumped from exhaustion and stress. Your lips curled into a frown but you didn’t give chase. You returned to the stove to keep an eye on dinner as you heard the water in the shower turn on.

 Prompto seemed a little better after his shower, shedding his dirty clothes for a pair of black sweatpants and no shirt, but he still seemed off. He asked how things were going at the clinic you worked at but kept his answers about the hunt short. This was new. He never hid things from you before. But you ignored the urge to press him further. At least his mood hadn’t affected his appetite. He had two helpings of the bean soup you made and raved about how much he loved it. He offered to clear the dishes but you wouldn’t hear of it. 

 He headed towards the bedroom as you put the leftovers in the fridge and began washing the dishes. You had never seen him this stressed out before. Something big must’ve happened for him to shut down like this. You didn’t want to pry but you didn’t want whatever it was to eat away at him. It hurt to see him in such a state. Once you were finished, you headed to your bedroom to find Prompto sitting at the foot of the bed. You sat down next to him and took his hand in yours.

 “Are you okay?”

 He quietly nodded.

 “You’re a terrible liar.”

 “Still?” He squeezed your hand. “I thought I was getting better at it.”

 “Talk to me. I know something happened.”

 He took a deep breath and exhaled. “That nest was huge…the largest we’ve ever seen. Cor insisted on bringing extra hunters along. His instincts were typically spot on so Dave did as he asked.”

 You listened quietly.

 “Daemons were coming out of this thing in droves. Things were going according to plan until a Naga showed up. Some of the hunters we had with us were rookies so they hadn’t seen one before.”

 You squeezed his hand.

 “Dave was with me and we flanked it from one side. I was reloading when he took a nasty shot to his side.” he continued. “Ignis swooped in to help and we both managed to take it down. But seeing him lying there…”

 “You thought he wouldn’t make it.”

 He nodded. “Noct is gone and we don’t know when he’s coming back. Dave is a friend and I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

 “Is he going to be all right?”

 “He’ll be up and around in a few weeks.”

 “And what did he tell you while you worried over him?”

 He chuckled. “To knock it off.”

 You moved behind him, balancing your weight on your knees, and began rubbing his shoulders. His muscles were so rigid, his stress apparent. A soft groan escaped his lips as you continued to work. He loved it when you gave him a massage but his muscles wouldn’t release under your touch. You pressed your lips to his neck.

 “Relax.” you whispered in his ear.

 Prompto’s fingers clenched the fabric of his sweatpants as he felt your lips on his neck again. You sank your teeth into his flesh before using your tongue to soothe the area. You moved one hand slowly down his bare chest and between his thighs. He drew in a breath as he felt you palm him through his pants. His eyes slipped closed, a groan slipping past his lips, as his cock began tenting the fabric. How he missed this. You were all he thought about when he was away.

 You withdrew your hand, earning a whine of protest from him, and moved off the bed. You stepped in front of him and knelt as you looked up at him. His blue eyes bore into yours as you reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. He lifted himself off the bed just enough for you to pull them and his underwear down. You freed his member from the fabric before taking it in your hand, looking up at him as you began to stroke him. His hips moved in time with your languid pace. You felt his erection grow in your grasp.

 You ran the flat of your tongue up his shaft, earning a moan from him. You wrapped your tongue around the head as your thumb ran over his precum covered slit. Prompto grabbed the sheets as he gasped at the sensation.

 “Y/n…please…”

 You really wanted to see him beg, truly, but you quickly decided against teasing him further considering the state he was in. Taking pity on your lover, you took the head into your mouth, your tongue wrapping around it once again. You took him deeper, using your hand to stroke him as your head bobbed up and down his shaft. Prompto’s moans echoed off the walls as his eyes slipped closed and head fell back. You moved your lips further down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you moved a hand to massage his balls.

 “S-Shit…” he groaned. “…So…good…”

 You accommodated him with ease, his cock hitting the back of your throat before bobbing your head again. Prompto ran his fingers through your hair as you continued to work on him, one hand still working his balls while the other left feather light touches on his thigh. He loved the feel of your mouth on his cock, his hips moving in time as you took him deep again. The stress he was under melted away under your ministrations. He silently thanked the Six once again for allowing him to have someone like you in his life.

 You felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm but continued to pleasure him, wanting nothing more than to help him in his time of need. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as his cock spasmed hard in your mouth, thick ropes of cum filling your throat. You eagerly swallowed his seed before removing yourself from his member. He looked down at you, a deep blush on his cheeks and his chest heaving. He grabbed and pulled you into his lap, pressing his lips against yours.

 “Feel better?” you asked.

 He nodded before flipping you onto your back and straddling you. “Your turn now baby…”

#final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv fanfiction #prompto argentum #my sunshine boy

[thewinchestah]

"INTERMISSION" - ALASTOR X READER

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: ,18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, BDSM, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, Possesive! Alastor, Jealous!Alastor, Protective!Alastor, masturbation, I didn't proof read this, english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here, etc etc etC

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Part I  | Part 2  | Part 4

A/N: Hello,hello everyone! Again, thank you all so much for the amazing reception to "Good things come for those who wait". I'm truly touched by your words and praise. I never really tought my writing would see the light of day at this point, nor this much love. My biggest thanks to everyone who takes the time to leave a comment.

So, I'm a bit self concious about this piece. "Intermission" is supossed to be a light break from the previous two fics. A breath of fresh, sex smelling air as I write the next long chapter. (It's gonna be nasty). My intent with this fic was to make it kinda chaotic, kinda rushed like Alastor's mind would be as he masturbates himself at the thought of you and what you are doing to him.

I truly hope I can do your hopes and expectations for my writting justice. I really appreciate feedback on this one.

As always, my special thanks goe to my lovely friend @smallershorteranduncut, who always support my ideas. Te amo amiga <3

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PART I | PART II

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Alastor considered himself a smart man, a cunning, self-sufficient, resourceful man. So, naturally, the irony of him being locked inside the bathroom, his cock in his hands while he tortures himself with thoughts of you made him frustrated at best, murderous at worst. 

He hates everything about it, he hates to admit that his rut indeed makes him on edge and out of control, he hates to admit that before he met you the ways he dealt with his rut were… undignified. And he hates even more admitting that since he had you at his every whim, to fuck, to breed, to inflict the most depraved ways of torture his rut was becoming a pleasurable thing. All because of you, only because of you.

He had quite literally just fucked you so hard you passed out, his name a scream on your lips, so loud heaven might have heard it. Some part of Alastor wishes that heaven heard it, so they know they made a mistake, so they know they let one of the most sacred things to exist get down here. In hell, with him. Your heavenly body is his to do as he pleases, to break it, desecrate its holiness as he fucks you into submission, granting him a relief so pure, so all consuming that it shouldn’t even be allowed in hell. And they will never correct this mistake.

Some part of Alastor wishes no know never knew about how you always make a mess of yourself for him, how you gladly sprawl yourself open for him, eyes lustful and hopeful that if you let him take it out just a little more on you tonight he will send you over the edge with those two little words: good. girl. 

And what a perfect good girl you were, doe eyes always seeking for his across any room, with adoration, with barely hidden lust, with love. Such a contrast when compared to his eyes, burning red from desire, anger, lack of empathy. Red condescending eyes filled with excitement about what he is going to do to you, what he is making you endure for him.

It doesn’t make it any easier on Alastor’s painfully hard cock that you are sleeping just a door away after a rough fuck, his seed still coating your thighs.

He flicks his wrist up and down his shaft, slowly. 

Just as slow as how his cock stretched your tight cunt, inch by inch when he first took you.  You weren’t nearly as wet as you should be for the first time taking his cock but you darling thing decided to break one of his rules. Your legs desperately spreading in a futile attempt to accommodate him, the delicious fear in your eyes as you realized what you’ve gotten yourself into, completely at his mercy, enduring the pain of being broken by his monster cock. The scream you let out when he buried himself to the hilt inside you, you liked it even when it was hurting, because the pain Alastor inflicted on you was ten times better than any pleasure your silly mortal lovers had ever given you. 

The Radio Demon has a knuckle white grip on his cock now, even with hands as big as his, Alastor is having trouble fully closing his hand around the swollen member, his need to claim, to mark, to breed you strong as ever. Precum leaks for the engorged red tip and a hiss escapes his lips, the feeling of powerlessness consuming him in waves of a maddening, unprecedented carnality. The only thing the mighty demon overlord can do to mimic the divine feeling of your cunt being spreading the glossy drop around his overly sensitive tip, grip his cock even tighter as he strokes himself harder and faster, like a maniac. 

How the mighty have fallen, he thinks to himself, he’s completely cunt struck by you.

Naturally, he’s gonna make you pay for it. 

Alastor fucks himself fast and hard, trying to pic up the breakneck speed he usually does when he’s burying himself inside your heat, his grip sometimes painful. Exactly how the way he wants to be next time he fucks you.

The raw carnality consuming him is too overbearing, so overbearing he closes his burning red eyes as his brain process the severity of his situation: he found the perfect plaything, a deliciously submissive doe for him to breed until she’s numb with the feeling of his cock thrusting into her, completely filled up by his seed. It made his rut more bearable, it made his rut pleasurable, everytime he needed to scratch that primal need you’re always there, always ready to completely  submit to him, to completely ruin yourself for him. Alastor honestly thought having you always there, as fun as it was to toy with you that way, would make things better. But it actually made it worse. Because now he knows.

Oh fuck, now he knows.

More pre cum spills, running through Alastor’s claws, dripping and staining his pants, making a mess under him. But it’s not enough, because it will never be enough. It’s not your mess coating his cock, running through his claws, it’s not the sinful invitation of your wetness staining his clothes.

Realization hits him like a curse. 

His wrist flicks around his cock with a purpose: to find relief in pain. 

You’re the only thing he wants. You are the only woman he will ever want like that. You are the only one he wants to see the obscene amount of his seed dripping from a perfectly swollen red cunt. You are the only one who could possibly deserve this. Now he knows what it is like to feel, to want someone. To have an irrevocable connection. No one in heaven, hell, and all the other possible realms of creation have the right to even think of you in that way. You are his and that’s final.

Next time he takes you he will make sure you know that. 

Stroking himself erratically now, Alastor pictures you peacefully sleeping next door, luscious body sprawled on the bed like you don’t have a care in the world. He wants the first thing you feel when you open your eyes is fear. Good, you should feel scared. You should be very, very scared of what he is going to do to you. He hopes to relish in fear in your eyes as he enters your tight pussy, stretching your velvet walls apart in ways you’ve never felt before. Being obscenely broken to accommodate the girth of his rut swollen cock.

Fear, because you should be scared. Fear because you aren’t. Fear because as the realization that Alastor needs you terrifies him, the realization that you fucking love the pain of being a submissive slut to the Radio Demon will undo you, in unholy ways.

The scene of your ass on his lap, red with regret from his whipping and a symphony of your soft moans overrides his mind. You were sobbing from those little whips? He’s gonna double that. He’s gonna give you something to truly cry about. He’s gonna see you cum from the pain of being whipped into submission and his voice only. Because it is  what you deserve for making him feel like this. Because it is what you want.

He’s close now, he can tell. He’s gonna cum soon. And it is not going to be inside your pussy. Alastor is enraged about that. 

A clawed hand grips the wall besides him. He strokes himself at a merciless pace. Just as merciless as he is gonna be with you. He knows your body like the palm of the hand that is clawing the wall because of the maddening desire he has for you. He’s gonna lure you so you purposefully make a mistake. Just so you can give him the excuse to punish you into understanding that you are irrevocably his. He’s gonna take all of you as it is his right.

His cock twitches, claws scratch the posh wallpaper all the way down, he spills so much cum, all over his lap, his hand. 

The sight of Alastor’s flustered face, in post orgasmic daze after mercilessly touching himself at the thought of you is something you definitely should see. But he will never let you.

Because now his mind is clear, he knows it and delights in acceptance. You are his, his mate, his love. 

And he’s gonna take his sweet time torturing you into compliance and understanding. With pain, pleasure and all that is Alastor’s nature.

#atençao creuzeback vamos lá que vai começar a baixaria #alstor #hazbin hotel #hazbim hotel fic #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x reader smut #the radio demon x you #the radio demon x reader #baixaria

[heartlessfujoshi]

xvtober day 28: world of ruin

Title: A Close Shave Fandom: FFXV Pairing: Promnis (Ignis Scientia x Prompto Argentum) Rating: Mature (Feels and Smut) Word Count: ~3,565 Prompt: World of Ruin

Summary: Prompto decides to visit Ignis after spending a few months apart, and is surprised to see Ignis with a beard. He offers to help him shave, and things wind up getting steamy. 

A/N: Here’s my next offering for XVtober! :) We’re near the home stretch! Please enjoy!

***

Ignis hears his phone start to chirp, a familiar voice coming through as a personal ringtone. “Pick up, it’s me!” Prompto’s voice comes through loud and clear, Ignis reaching into his pocket to answer the call in time. He brings it to his ear and smiles, holding the phone with his shoulder as he stirs his spoon in the large pot of soup he’s been making. “Hello, Prompto.” He turns the burner down to low and steps away from it, leaning against the counter. “How’re you?” 

“I’m good! I’m heading into Alstor Slough tonight, and thought I might come and visit you.” Prompto’s cheerful voice brings a smile to his face as he listens to him talk animatedly. For being stuck in perpetual darkness, he can’t help but bask in the radiance that emits from the blond’s voice alone. “You still hanging out at Wiz’s?” 

“I am.” He nods, returning to the burner to taste the soup. As if on cue, he hears a few chocobos warbling near his window, almost as if they sense the presence on the other end of the phone. “I’m not due back in Lestallum until the end of the month.” 

“Great! Then I’ll see you in a couple of hours?” 

“When you put it that way…” 

“Shit!” Prompto groans, which makes Ignis laugh. While he’s lived with this blindness now for close to five years, it amazes him that Prompto can still slip up when it comes to how he speaks to him. “You know I didn’t mean it like that, right, Iggy? I’m so sorry - that was super insensitive of me.” 

Chuckling softly, Ignis shakes his head. “Prompto, it’s not a crime for you to be able to see me. So, you were using the right phrasing - it’s just a shame I cannot reciprocate it.” 

“Still no luck with the healing?” 

He’d told his friends back after the events of Altissia that it would eventually heal, when he knew that that would never be the case. But after Noctis had gone into the Crystal, he’d never really bothered to tell them the truth - as it wasn’t something he really wanted to share with them. He did what had to be done, and he still stands by that decision. 

“I’m afraid not.” He hears Prompto sigh. “Don’t be sad for me. I’m managing quite well, thank you. I’ll see you soon, you said?” 

“You will, Iggy. Bye!” 

“Goodbye, Prompto.” 

Ignis sets the phone down on the counter, then takes a few steps to the stove where he does one final taste of his creation. Satisfied by what lingers on his tongue, he turns the burner off completely and serves himself a bowl of soup. He should be hungry again by the time that Prompto arrives, already thinking about what he can make the two of them for dinner tonight. 

***

“Oh my Gods, what is on your face?!” 

Turning towards the noise that would be his dear friend, Ignis’ lip curls up in a smirk. “Hello to you too.” He brings his hand to his face and touches the beard that’s been growing over the last few months. “Do you not like it?” He turns his head to the side, then back as he hopes he’s still looking in the general direction of where Prompto is standing. 

“I….don’t know.” Prompto’s voice comes from right in front of him, and reaching his arms out, he feels the blond come close to him, and puts his arms around his body first. “Gosh, it’s good to see you, Iggy.” 

He holds him close, inhaling the smell of soap, cologne, and an underlying fried fragrance that he knows is due to the machinery weapons Prompto tends to use when fighting enemies. It’s a scent that is forever cemented into his mind as Prompto’s own unique scent, and one that he’s happy to have back in his presence. “It’s very good to see you too, Prompto.” He returns, keeping his arms secure around him as they hug each other tight. 

After Noctis had gone into the Crystal, the three had remained with one another for a year, and then decided to split off as it would be easier to keep the Lucian continent under watch if they were alone. They met up from time to time, but as the years dragged on, the visits with one another grew less and less. Ignis knows that his friends have important things to do, while he chooses to stay here with Wiz to keep a vital part of their ecology alive. Besides, with his condition, he relies on his use of magic which is in short supply at the moment due to Noctis continuing to sleep. 

Prompto steps away from him. “Wiz says things are good here. That true? Or is the old man lying to me?” 

“They’re good.” Ignis smiles, feeling a tad bit shy as he is very aware that Prompto is staring at him right now. “Would you like to take a picture?” He teases, hoping that he doesn’t alarm the blond. 

The nervous laugh that leaves Prompto’s mouth has his smile growing larger. “Ah hah hah, can you really tell I’m staring?” He inhales sharply as he feels Prompto’s fingers touch the short hairs on his face. “It’s just….so different, Iggy.” 

“I’m afraid that I don’t have an electric razor at my disposal here, and while Wiz and I may be close I don’t think we are that close.” He keeps any emotion out of his voice, not really sure why he’s defending his current life choices to Prompto as he feels him touch his beard more. 

A hand touching his startles him, but then he relaxes as he knows it’s only Prompto. “We’re sort of twins now.” His hand is brought to Prompto’s face, and he feels short coarse hair on his chin. He gasps softly, surprised by the facial hair that he’s sporting, and blushes when he hears Prompto laugh at his reaction. “Do you like it, Iggy?” 

“I bet you look very handsome, Prompto.” In his mind, he can see Prompto’s face as clear as day, and can somewhat picture what facial hair might look like on him. “I bet all the ladies vie for your attention.” 

The fingers touching his face slide down to rest against the nape of his neck, Ignis’ breath catching in his throat as he feels Prompto step closer to him. “There’s really only one person that I want their attention.” 

“Oh?” He swallows, feeling a bit more nervous than he has in quite some time. “Do share your secrets with me.” 

“I will - soon.” Prompto’s breath touches his lips and then it’s gone. “But first - how about you let me shave your beard?” 

“You hate it that much?” Ignis can’t hide the disappointment from his voice this time. 

“No! But I’m sure living here - where it’s humid, even though there’s no sun I’m sure you’re still miserable.” 

Prompto does have a point. It is always humid in Alstor Slough, but he just deals with it since he doesn’t have an electric razor, and doesn’t really trust himself to use a straight blade. The irony that his favorite weapons are also his own personal challenge is not lost on him one bit. “Alright - if you wish to do that, I won’t say no.” 

“Okay!” 

His guest guides him to his bathroom, where a chair is dragged into it. He sits down and waits for Prompto to do something, and then hears him go back out to the main room, probably to get something out of his bag. “We might have to do this a couple of times, Iggy.” Prompto’s voice startles him, not realizing that the blond had rejoined him in the bathroom. “You okay?” 

“I am, Prompto.” He feels something touch his face, the consistency somewhat foamy. “Shaving cream?” 

“Yep!” Prompto puts a hand on the top of his head, and tilts it towards him. “If I cut you, I’m sorry.” 

“Just don’t cut a major artery, darling.” Ignis teases, his heart beginning to beat a bit quicker as he realizes that Prompto might accidentally do that. “I have phoenix downs in the other room, if it becomes necessary.” 

A groan leaves Prompto’s mouth, Ignis able to picture the look of annoyance on Prompto’s face quite clearly as it’s a noise he’d heard often on the battlefield. “Would you please trust me? I swear, both you and Gladdy are so mean to me. Noct was never as bad as you two. Sure, he ribbed me, but it wasn’t ever like this.” 

“I’m sorry.” He means it, as he puts his hand on Prompto’s wrist, tilting his head back to where he hopes his face is. “I was only teasing. I didn’t mean any ill will towards you, Prompto.” 

The touch of the blade against his jawline brings a soft hiss out of him, as he stays perfectly still to allow Prompto to do his thing. “I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be on edge - I’m just, I’m nervous. But, I just gave you a close shave and nothing bad happened! So, I think I can do this.” 

“I know you can, Prompto. I believe in you.” 

“And now you’re making my knees weak. Stop that, Iggy.” 

This time he does laugh, but then quiets down as he feels the blade return to his face. Chocobos warble outside the shack, Prompto humming the familiar tune that Ignis catches himself humming himself while he tends to the birds. He moves his head to the other side, guided by Prompto’s hands, and then feels the blade start to go along the other side of his face. The way Prompto’s fingers hold him in place, he can’t help but wonder what else those hands are capable of - the strength he can feel is one that makes the lower part of his body respond in a way that might not be entirely appropriate. Shifting a little, he hopes Prompto doesn’t notice that there’s a slight rise in his slacks. 

More shaving cream is lathered to his face, the chill of the air one that he doesn’t expect to feel as it’s been quite some time he’s been growing his beard. He feels the razor scrape against his skin, taking deep breaths as Prompto’s hands expertly take away the hair he hadn’t been able to get before. Tilting his head back, he feels the blade scrape at the pesky hairs underneath his chin, staying perfectly still again as he doesn’t want him to accidentally slice him. 

“You’re finished.” Prompto says, Ignis hearing the relief in his voice. “No nicks or cuts!” 

“I’m impressed.” He feels a heated towel touch his face, Prompto wiping away the leftover soap from his cheeks. He puts his hands on his face and feels tears start to collect in his eyes. “Thank you, Prompto.” Ignis speaks no louder than a whisper, his voice thick with emotion as he realizes this gift that the blond has given to him. 

Prompto’s lips touch his with a quick kiss, startling him again as he doesn’t expect it. “Always happy to help you out, Iggy. I’m glad I didn’t do a bad job!” 

“You did a magnificent job.” He grabs onto his arm, and pulls him to sit on his lap. Prompto doesn’t struggle, which makes him somewhat relieved that maybe there is more there that he can’t see with his own eyes. “Now - explain why you just did what you did.” 

“I….” 

He is about to nudge him a little further when he feels both of Prompto’s hands touch his face, and then the blond’s lips return to his for a more thorough kiss this time, instead of a quick peck. Ignis moans low, pushing his lips against Prompto’s with equal fervor, slowly parting his lips to see if the blond will push his tongue into his mouth. Seconds after he does this, Prompto’s tongue sneaks into his mouth, their muscles touching with soft assured strokes. He moans into the kiss some more, growing more aroused by the second as he feels Prompto’s weight shift on his lap, the realization that they’re still in the bathroom one he greatly wishes he could have ignored. 

Breaking off the kiss, he brings his lips to Prompto’s ear. “We should go to my bedroom. That is - if you’re interested?” 

“Yes, please. Gods, I’m very much interested.” Prompto moans, rolling his hips against his, Ignis feeling just how turned on he is by what has happened between the two of them. “Bedroom?” 

“Bedroom.” Ignis agrees, and then feels the weight on his lap disappear as Prompto stands up. 

Prompto takes his hand, as if he doesn’t remember he’s lived here for a year plus on his own. But he doesn’t mind - Prompto has always been there helping him adjust to his blindness, so of course he would continue to do that. He finds it endearing, and as he’s pulled down onto the bed, his heart is full of love. Reaching up, he puts an arm around his neck and kisses him again, moaning as they get themselves situated to be closer to one another on the bed. He knows they should stop kissing so they can take their clothes off, but the idea of stopping now seems ridiculous, so he continues to keep his tongue in Prompto’s mouth, learning what it takes to make him moan. 

Their kissing stops again, Prompto taking the opportunity to get Ignis’ clothes off. He tugs on the vest that Prompto wears, then pushes it off of his shoulders, his hands pulling it down his arms. It doesn’t take him too long to get Prompto naked, his body returning to be close to his as they resume their kissing, the tips of their cocks now touching as they frot against each other. 

“I want you…” Prompto moans against his lips, goosebumps appearing on Ignis’ arms as he hears the raw desire in his voice. “Do you want me too, Iggy…?” 

“I would think that it’s very clear that I want you.” Ignis rolls his hips, pushing his cock flush against Prompto’s with a deep moan. “But if you insist in hearing it, then yes - I want you.” 

“Lube?” 

“Drawer.” 

“Condoms?” 

“Are you promiscuous?” 

“I haven’t had sex in years.” 

Ignis smirks, then nods his head. “I’m afraid it’s the same for me. I’d say it’s safe without, if you prefer.” 

“I do.” Prompto starts to kiss his neck, Ignis falling back down against the pillow as he lets the blond take control of him. “Do you want me inside of you, Iggy? Or would you prefer to take me…?” 

“Both.” He doesn’t hesitate to tell him. “It doesn’t matter to me.” 

“Guess that means we’re gonna have a lot of sex tonight.” 

Wet fingers touch his entrance, Ignis moaning softly as he feels Prompto’s finger push into his body. “I do believe that is a good assumption, Prompto.” He moans again as a second finger is pushed into him. “Gods, that feels so nice….” 

“Does it?” He feels the scrape of Prompto’s goatee rub against his neck, the gentle touch making his toes curl as a third finger is added into his body. “Is sex more intense since you had your accident?” Prompto’s teeth tug on his ear, as the three fingers inside of him pump slowly. “Or is it the same as it was?” 

He hasn’t had sex since losing his eyesight, and with that realization he exhales a deep moan. “More intense.” He nods his head, a soft moan leaving his throat as Prompto pulls his fingers out. “I can sense where you might go, but it’s a guessing game that doesn’t always work out the way I want.” 

“I promise I’ll take care of you tonight, Iggy.” Prompto whispers against his lips, as the tip of Prompto’s cock starts to poke at his loosened hole. He moans in response, keeping his hips still as he lets the blond set the pace for the two of them, his body growing warmer by the second as he feels Prompto’s cock push into him more. 

Sex had been good before, but now - due to his own foolishness, it feels a hundred times better. Or, maybe he’s finally met the perfect match for him, as Prompto puts a hand on his cock, drawing a bawdy moan from his throat as he starts to jerk him off slowly. Ignis almost loses it completely in under two minutes, but he fights the orgasm off, as he wants this to last a little bit longer. But the way Prompto moves his hips, the way his cock fits perfectly into his body - it’s a race against time that he’s going to lose. As he feels the pad of Prompto’s thumb rub against the tip of his cock, it’s a done deal, as he begins to come hard with a full body shudder. He hears Prompto moan low, and then feels him thrust harder into him. The rush of his orgasm splashing against his inner walls makes him groan low, clinging tight to Prompto as he isn’t ready to have him pull out yet. 

They roll their hips together, the bed creaking with their shared weight as he feels Prompto grow thick inside of him. Pulling his mouth away from Prompto’s, he lifts his head up. “L-Let me turn over for you…” 

“If that’s what you want, Iggy…” 

He nods his head, the thickness inside of him disappearing as Prompto helps him to turn over onto his hands and knees. He gets into the position he wants, and then feels the blond’s cock slap against his ass, his chest lowering to the bed as he gives a nod of his head. “Put it back in, Prompto…” 

This position is ideal in a variety of ways - he gets the full brunt of Prompto’s cock deep inside of him in a way he can’t when they’re in missionary. It also allows him to scream into the pillow, as he feels his body respond to every single thrust that Prompto takes. Yes - the sex with him is incredible and he’s going to have to convince Prompto to come visit him more often if it’s always going to be this amazing. 

Another orgasm is torn from his body, Ignis releasing helpless moans as Prompto brings him to that special euphoria. He hears him moan low behind him, and then that rush of heat spreads deep inside of him again, letting him know that Prompto has also reached his climax. 

Collapsing on the bed, he turns his head towards the side and hears Prompto walk to his bathroom. Something soft touches his body, the towel gently patting at his ass as Prompto cleans him up. “Thank you.” It’s a chore he used to be very familiar with, and while he knows what to do when he masturbates, having someone help him with this is very nice. 

“You’re welcome, Iggy.” Prompto kisses his shoulder, then lays down next to him. “A quick nap?? And then we can go hang out with the chocobos for a bit?” 

“That’s really the reason you came to visit, isn’t it?” He teases, as he pushes his back up against Prompto’s chest, happy to feel his arms around him. “You only wanted to see the chocobos.” 

“Nooo.” A nose rubs against his neck, as he feels Prompto’s arm hold him a little tighter. “I came because I really missed you. If that wasn’t obvious.” 

Hearing his own words used against him makes him laugh. “Alright, Prompto. I understand. Yes, let’s take a quick nap. We still have the rest of the night ahead of us.” 

“Yes, we do.” 

They sleep for an hour, and then Prompto guides him to the bathroom where they share a shower together. After getting dressed, they eat a late meal with Wiz and then feed the chocobos, who are all excited to see Prompto. Ignis tells him as such, as he can hear their happiness in the way they vocalize around him. They wind back up in Ignis’ bed, this time Ignis making love to Prompto. While he likes being taken care of, he likes to take care of him in the same way. 

Prompto rests against his chest, the two of them having share another two rounds of sex together. “Can I just stay here with you from now on, Iggy?” Prompto asks, snuggling close to him. “I promise I won’t be in the way.” 

“You can stay here for as long as you want.” He whispers, happy to hear Prompto wishes to stay. “Your presence here would be most welcomed by myself, and by Wiz.” 

“Maybe I will.” 

“I hope that you do.” 

They fall asleep, and then in the morning make love again, Prompto surprising him with soft kisses to wake him up. Prompto decides to stick around for a couple of weeks, which Ignis is happy to hear. He knows it’ll be a fun couple of weeks, as it’ll be nice to have someone here with him in an intimate manner. It is nice to have someone sleeping next to him again. He knows that Prompto can leave at any time, but he doesn’t focus on that. No, he lives in the moment because that’s how it has to be now.

XxX

Cross-posted to AO3

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