*slides into ask box* okay so I need something where Prompto puts a loaded gun into his s/o's mouth during sex. PLS WRECK ME
How fitting to reopen with the original Sinpai’s request ;3;. Hope you enjoy, bb. Apologies if it’s darker than you’d originally meant. Thanks for keeping us all supplied with sin and inspiration. 💛 - LV
TW: Dubcon, gunplay, rough sex. If you have trouble with noncon of any degree, best to skip this one.
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You watch as Prompto twirls his guns, firing off rapid-fire shots in succession and nailing the cans he’s set up some distance away.
“You’re amazing, Prom.” You flash him a smile, but he seems to be lacking his usual pep. He gives you a rather uncharacteristic sidelong glance.
“You like that, huh?”
“Of course I do, that was cool as hell.” You can feel the smile on your face beginning to waver—the air is strangely tense between you two. Prompto studies you for a moment, but he returns to his target practice.
“Like you like me?”
Your stomach churns—something is wrong.
“You know I like you. I love you.”
“Mmm.” He doesn’t look at you, reloading his gun and spinning the barrel. When you reach out to touch his arm he doesn’t react, tensing beneath you.
“Prom-”
Your world flips upside-down—one moment you’re on your feet, and the next you’re staring up at the pretty blue sky, your vision blurring for a moment with the impact of your fall. Prompto looms over you, his hard body caging you in.
“You’ve been getting close to Gladio lately.” It’s a statement, not a question. His blue eyes are icy, twin glaciers where once there was sunshine and sweetness. You try to push him off, but he’s deceptively strong.
“We’re just friends, you know that.” His grip on your arms is becoming painful.
“Just like you and I were friends?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, bending down to kiss you roughly. You’ve never seen him like this, but there’s something strangely compelling about this side of him. Arousal pools between your legs even as your heart hammers in your chest, and you know you want him more than ever, even if it feels a bit off. When his hands tear at your clothes you help him, yanking your shirt off, pulling your breasts out of the cups of your bra. He rips your panties right off of you, and when you cry out he reaches down to cover your mouth.
“You hoping Gladio will hear you? Be quiet.”
You nod beneath his hand, the unsettling feeling in your stomach rapidly overtaken by the throb in your cunt. Something about the steel in his tone makes you want to submit yourself to his every command, to let him take anything he wants from you.
“Mmm.”
“What’s that now?” He lifts his hand, leaning in to allow you to whisper into his ear. Your tongue darts out to lave up the shell of his ear, your breath hot on his neck.
“I’m yours, only yours. Fuck me, I don’t care if they hear us. I want them to.”
Your words have an unexpected effect on Prompto—they only seem to push him further into this strange, tense space. But he wastes no time freeing his arousal, only pulling his pants down far enough to take you. He plunges into you with no warning, the only thing distracting you from the pain of his abrupt entry his hungry lips on yours. His kisses send a clear message—you are mine. Mine to have, to use, to rule.
Just as you’re growing used to his hellish pace, you feel something cold against your side.
“Guns are amazing aren’t they?” Prompto’s voice is a breathless grunt. “Point, squeeze, bang. Anyone can use one.” The pistol travels up your side, tracing the curve of your breast. “Real dangerous things. If you don’t know what you’re doing…”
He aims the gun to your left, firing a shot that just grazes the top of your breast. You can feel the heat, your ears ringing from the sound in such close proximity. You let out a small scream, panic coursing through your body, your burnt skin throbbing in pain, but he continues as though nothing happened.
“…someone could get hurt.” The smile on his face is chilling, and yet somehow it suits him. The gun continues to travel up your body, nosing around your neck, gently caressing your pulse point as he continues to fuck you mercilessly.“Prom,” you whimper, paralyzed with fear, and yet somehow enthralled by the sheer power of him in this moment. Your life is in his hands, and both of you know it.
“Tell me you love me.” The gun is brushing your lips now, the hand holding it shaking visibly.
“I-”
“Say it.”
“I love you, Prompto!” Your voice quavers, and before you know it the gun is shoved in your mouth, the taste of metal and smoke heavy on your tongue.
“Say it again.”
You try your best to speak around the pistol in your mouth, but you can’t produce much more than an unintelligible jumble of words. He cocks the hammer back, and for a brief moment you’re certain this is it, but he withdraws the gun and discharges it near your head. Your ears are ringing again, but the the warring hormones in your body are overwhelming you. Fear, adrenaline, and most confusing of all, naked desire, war for control within you, and desire wins.
You come hard, tears flowing down your cheeks, your limbs shaking. You wrap your arms around him out of habit, and to your surprise he breaks down. He comes with a shuddering groan, tensing above you as he spends himself deep within you.
“Y/N,” he moans, his lips shaking as he presses his face to your neck. “Please, don’t leave me. I’ll do better for you. Please, I can be better. I’ll be whatever you need. Whatever he’s giving you I can do it too. Please…”
“He’s not giving me anything.” You try to reassure him, but your near-death experience still has you in a bit of shock, and he doesn’t seem to be listening to you.
“Please, let me do better.”
You hold him close, cradling his head against your chest as you try desperately to calm your racing heart and make sense of what just happened. This is not okay… but I don’t know if I’ve ever come that hard in my life.
You stroke his hair, feeling his heart beat beneath his chest as you listen to his soft cries. You’ll have to address this outburst… but a part of you is already making plans to join him for target practice again.
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how abooout how the bros relieve stress [y'know, SEXUALLY kekekekek] like who gets rough, who uses what or does what to their s/o to get that beautiful, beautiful rage outta their system? ♬so you had a bad daaaaaay, you go to pound town, you get dicked down real good just to turn it aroooound.♪
Hope you enjoy boo 💛
- LV
Noctis: On days when Noctis is feeling angry and helpless he gives himself over to your capable hands, letting you use him as you like. He loves to roleplay scenarios that put him at your mercy. If his partner is a sadist then so much the better, but all he really needs is to know is that control is in someone else’s hands. He loves to be punished and degraded, whether it’s corporal punishment or forcing him to do menial tasks nude, crawling on his hands and knees. When he’s finally proven himself worthy of your love, take him any way you like and watch the tears stream down his cheeks when he cums. As the prince there’s so many things being asked of him all the time, and letting you hold the reins for a short while lifts that burden from his shoulders, however briefly.
Prompto: Prompto is normally up for whatever you want—he’s just so happy to be with you. But on days when he’s stressed, he becomes far less shy, taking what he wants instead of sweetly asking for it with hot kisses and soft touches. He likes to see how loud he can get you, even as he’s putting his hand over your mouth or pushing your face into the pillow. He prefers positions where he can’t see your eyes so he can just focus on the act itself, tossing you around and railing into you with a primal strength he so rarely displays otherwise. Prompto is much, much stronger than he looks, and it’s in these moments that you realize just how much he holds back with you. He will push you until you are overstimulated and shaking, a mess in his arms. When it’s all over he’s back to his gentle self, holding you close and kissing your forehead and thanking you for being his.
Ignis: Ignis is the opposite of Noctis (so if you ship these two they make quite a pair, lol). When things become overwhelming, he needs to be reminded of his control over something… and that something is you. You can tell immediately when he comes home that it’s been one of THOSE days. Ask him if there’s anything you can do to help, ‘sir’, and watch the change in his posture. He’ll snap out an order immediately, already feeling more sure of himself and his place in the world. He loves to see you on your knees in front of him, drawing the stress out of his body with your mouth. His touch is greedy and commanding, but when he’s finished he softens, returning the favor and letting you have him however you want him.
Gladio: As far as stress relief goes, Gladio is a masochist through and through. He normally prefers to be the one in control, but when the stress overwhelms him he likes you to lead, asking you to push his body to its limits. For partners who don’t shy away from such things, he’ll try just about anything—a whip, riding crop, flogger, knives… for partners who are more timid in this area he favors things like wax play and biting. He loves to look at himself in the mirror after and see his tanned skin covered in bites and bruises. Gladio is a powerful man, but he prefers to turn that rage in on himself when things get bad—so you have to watch him carefully to make sure he uses his safe word when he needs it. When the dust settles he’s your gentle giant again, opening his arms to hold you close. Cover his face with kisses and let him feel your heart beating against his chest.
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