#noctis x prompto

[lavandulastorms]

they’re both stupid

[marevision]

prompto’s favourite subject

[bitchsince1976]

Replaying Final Fantasy 15 again (curse you PS4 Pro and corrupted files) and came up with this little Promptis plot bunny.

Noctis has separation anxiety due to his 10 years stuck in the crystal.

Prompto has been away for 10 days in the now deserted Niflheim Empire gathering all the dirty little secrets, since his barcode tattoo is the key to the city.

Ignis walks into the throne room, and takes the picture.

Pictures are not mine, but the plot bunny is.

[hyperfixatingtime]

They’re boyfriend your honor

[to-fangirl-or-not-to-fangirl]

“there’s a girl i know, he loves her so. i’m not that girl.”

[heyhollow]

Just a drawing for fun

The prince and his personal support human

Click for better quality 💖

[savage-rhi]

Weird request but could you write a prompto/Noctis drabble based on those emojis? ❤️🫴🫶💐🍝🧋💍

It had been five years since Noctis gave his life to the world.

It had been five years since the monarchy ended, and a new government had risen from the ashes.

It had been five years since the boys had been on a road trip, and it had been five years since Prompto and Noctis celebrated their anniversary—the day they became friends in high school.

Prompto quietly gazed out his apartment window, overlooking the world of Insomnia below him. His eyes admired the endless lights that kept the darkness at bay. He felt proud of himself for how far he, Gladio, and Ignis had come in the restoration effort. Patching up a broken city was no easy task, much less helping the new government find its feet.

Surrounding Prompto and the coffee table in his living room was a plate of burnt spaghetti, wilted flowers, cheap boba, and a plastic ring—its color chipping off over the years. These items were irrelevant to most, but to Prompto, each was priceless.

Prompto purposefully overcooked the spaghetti noodles, just as Noctis did the night he first came to the prince's apartment. Their ideal gaming weekend was ruined as both became sick to their stomachs. That didn't stop the teasing or the laughs that lasted into the early hours, by which point Noctis thought he would die and called Ignis. The man was so angry that he had to run to several markets to get medicine. It was also the first time Prompto met Iggy; he was confident it would be the last. After all, who would throw their lot in with a young cackling teenager who couldn't help the royal prince with food poisoning? Prompto was shocked that Ignis pulled him aside after putting Noct to bed, shook his hand, and told him to keep coming over as Noctis never had company--and, of course, Ignis gently pointed out he needed a break from the prince's shenanigans.

Prompto's eyes then stared at the wilted flowers, remembering when he made Noctis a flower crown during the spring festival—plopping it upon his head in front of a group of ladies who had been ogling him and sprinkling sylleblossom petals at his feet while skipping around. Prompto teased Noct to the point where the ladies he was trying to woo ended up laughing and leaving since it seemed Noct was "already taken." He gave Noct so much shit that night that Prompto was surprised that he never sought vengeance.

Prompto looked at the empty container of boba, remembering the nights both Noctis and himself would go to the corner market past midnight, too restless to sleep. How they tried to cram in as much studying, only to end with playing video games and sharing personal stories. Prompto wished he knew then why Noctis didn't like talking about the future because, deep down, Noct knew he wouldn't live long enough to see it through.

I was such a foolish boy--such a damned foolish kid...

Prompto let out a breath, making a fist against his knee. He forced his gaze to the plastic ring. It was one of the last gifts Noctis ever gave him, a prize he got from a cereal box.

"You need the opal one to complete the King's Knight set, right? There's no point in buying crates of Cactaur Flakes when I can give it to you. Also, happy friendiversary! Marry me while you're at it? Haha!"

Prompto sniffled, wiping away the tears that flowed down his cheeks. His heart beat so fast as he remembered those words. He picked up the plastic toy and gazed upon its cracks. It had seen better days and no doubt would be obsolete in the coming decade, but the piece of plastic was the closest thing Prompto had to hugging Noctis again as he placed it over his chest and took a deep breath.

He wished he had done it that night before the final battle, offering Noctis his hand and telling him every unspoken word. Every feeling he had placed upon that shitty cereal box ring the moment Noctis jokingly asked for his hand in marriage. Alas, it wasn't meant to be, just as Noctis wasn't meant to see the new world Prompto and the boys had built.

Prompto didn't know which truth made him sadder.

He missed him so much.

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[honey-bunny-sushii]

I know this is completely different then what I normally post but I've been getting in the game and I need suggestions

Noctis x prompto x Ignis x Gladiolus

Prompto, ignis, and Gladiolus end up having more free time and going out on small dates while noctis is busy to the point they start making memories and inside jokes without noctis which makes noctis feeling neglected and pushed to the side.

I need a fic with this idea please

[triotascha]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Underage Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Iris Amicitia, Aranea Highwind, Cor Leonis Additional Tags: Noctis is a Frog, Prompto is NOT a virgin, Gladiolus bought three bags of cup noodle powder, Ignis is tired, a little fluff, A little angst, Humor, First Kiss, Alcohol, Minor Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia, Mention of underage engagement in sexual acts, Because they need to find a virgin to kiss frognoct back to normal, Mild Hurt/Comfort, This takes place when they travel to Cape Caem, Aranea is a lesbian, I'm not giving you more tags, That would spoil it, Swearing Summary:

Prompto wakes up, there is a frog that looks like Sasuke in his bed, Noctis is not around anymore and they ran out of maiden's kisses.

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I wrote this short fic some time ago and actually still like it a lot, so I’m gonna share it a little to let people know it exists :) You can kinda ignore the underage tag, it’s there for safety since we’re mentioning Iris’ sexual activity as well.

[kittywritesfic]

Chapter 12 is up!

Prompto POV

[reddorp]

Red's New RP Infos

Hello everyone

So my life got a bit packed lately, I'm currently in University and also working on 2 different RP, so you can imagine that my mental capacity is a bit...full and because of it I have to get a bit more selective on the RPs I decide to join. So I have decided to do an RP Info that I'll modify every time my Interest/hyperfocus change...hoping I Remember I have this-

So Here are the New and Improved RP infos!

My Infos:

26 yo || She/Her || Central Europe GMT+2 || Highly Active || Prefered Platform :  Discord @ ReddoDotto#2199

Ground Rules:

🔸Submit only if you are over 18

Please understand that, since I’m 26, roleplaying with minors (Especially difficult topics or NSFW) is highly problematic for me.

🔸Be Consistent 

I understand life goes on even out of the internet, but I would highly appreciate not being ghosted for days, just warn me you’ll not be available for a period of time [I’m highly anxious, so this would help me grately]

🔸Be Safe

Be sure to be okay with difficult topics [smut, gore, heavy angst etc...] I’ll be open to discussion and always ask before dropping something in a roleplay

Roleplay Styles

🔸Semi-literate:

A paragraph or less of text, no single phrase [My favourite]

🔸Script:

A script-like text  [Example:  A: It finally stopped raining *Close umbrella*  B: Oh you are right!*take off hoodie*]

Current Hyperfocus Fandom:

🔸FFXV

Characters I play as:

🔸Prompto Argentum

Ships:

🔸Noctis x Prompto 🔸Gladio x Prompto 🔸Ignis x Prompto 🔸[Poly] Gladio x Noctis x Ignis x Prompto 🔸[Any combination with Prompto really...]

Prompts And Settings:

you can find a more detailed list of Aus and Prompts I would really like to do Here [Of course they are all modifiable! they are not set in stone]

🔸 Omegaverse [Big love for this one-] 🔸 Forbidden love 🔸 Arranged Maggiage 🔸 Many More, Click here to find more

Final Notes

-Keep in mind I'm in Central Europe, so if you are from other places with a big difference in timezones I might replay later or disappear (sleep or university)

-Please be mindful that I'm not a native English speaker and I have dyslexia so sometime I can’t see errors, it would be greatly appreciated not to make fun of them, just point them out and I'll fix them.

-Fell free to tell me if an idea is not up to your liking, communication is a must in this

-out of roleplay chitchatting is not a must-have, but I would love to make friends…

- IF YOU WANT TO STOP RPING YOU MUST TELL ME, DON’T GHOST OR BLOCK ME, IT’S A RUDE AND COWARD THING TO DO, BE A GROWN MAN/WOMAN/??? AND TELL ME, I WOULDN’T BE MAD

*I'm open to problematic topics if they are discussed beforehand, I'll do the same.

Send me a pic of a Chocobo to prove that you had read all the Info

Contact me directly on discord, I don't get Tumblr notifications nor do I check it often...

[bitchsince1976]

A short Noctis/Prompto video I posted on tiktok.

Noctis is dead but didn't marry Lunafreya. Prompto is alive.

I don't know why I did this to myself!

[cherubfae]

May I request cock warming with the final fantasy boys? Specifically cloud, Zack, and noctis please!!

𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 & 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪 || {𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶}

ft. Cloud, Zack, Sephiroth, Reno, Ignis, Gladio, Noctis, & Prompto

tags: smut, nsfw, gn!afab!reader (afab anatomy described), established relationships, comfort/gentle sex, descriptive injuries, injured!reader and injured!protective!boys, dirty talk, breeding kink, Reno is a yapper, slight dom!reader in some

Cloud

Your bedroom would be the only place he would feel comfortable doing this in. Comforted by the scent of you, of your blankets and pillows, the small collection of stuffed animals. Your scent caresses his troubled mind, filling him with longing; for the home he found in you.

Pretty Mako eyes glitter in the dark, shining like the night sky, as you and Cloud are drenched in pale moonlight. His gaze solely focused on your never wavered, even when had shimmied out of your sleep shorts and underwear. The second you climb back onto the bed, he's reaching for you, pulling into his lap and sealing your mouth in a soft kiss. His cock already lined up against your silken folds.

"Thought I lost you today." Came Cloud's soft admittance. "Scared the hell outta me. Need to.. I need to feel that you're real. That you're here. Please." Your warm palms cup his cheek, pulling him out of his dark thoughts. Grounding him to reality. Eagerly, he leans into your touch, embracing you tightly.

"I'm here, Cloud. I'm safe. I love you." You remind, repeating the mantra the two of you came up with when he'd get a little too lost within himself. Cloud kisses you again, cupping your jaw gently. He quietly repeats those last three words to you, barely above a whisper.

A tiny whimper leaves both of you as you sink down onto Cloud. His arms wrap around you tightly, burying his face into the side of your neck. The panicked rose and fall of his chest slowly subsided as the minutes wore on. Gently shifting your position, Cloud lays the two of you down. Your leg tossed over his hip. His protective hold remains on your ass and across your back, his fingers lightly pressed into the skin of your shoulder blades. It's only after you fall asleep in his loving embrace that he allows himself a little cry. Spending the night holding you, unable to fall asleep until the first songbird begins its morning tune.

Zack

"Are you sure this is okay, baby?" Zack's pink cheeks are bright in the dark bedroom. Though, you can't see his expression, you can, however, feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. With his face hidden in the crook of your neck, you can feel how they burn against your tepid skin. Ever so grateful that your boyfriend runs hot like a furnace. At your nod, he carefully lifts up your bandaged thigh with one strong, warm hand.

His other arm, previously wrapped around your tummy and slightly pinned beneath your body, is able to reach down between your legs and rub slowly, gentle circles around your clit until the nub becomes erect. Pushing your wet underwear to the side, you shiver at the contract between his warm fingers and the leather that conceals the rest of his hand. Spreading your folds open, you let out a pleased moan as his weeping cock rubs at your hole.

"Oh, fuck, honey. Such a pretty noise." Zack's eyelashes flutter. Slowly pushing himself inside of you, mouth dropping open into a fucked out expression. He places a pillow under your injured thigh, letting it rest against his own leg. "Fuck, baby. You're sucking me in so sweetly." He fidgets. "I promised not to move, but I can still make you cum on my cock." Lowly, he growls; his warm fingers return to your aching clit.

Sephiroth

"Are you sure you want to warm my cock, dearest?"Sephiroth frowns, deeply. "I am certainly not opposed but I worry about your health. You took a rather nasty spill today. That vile creature breaking into our home and harming you," Sephiroth bared his teeth in a snarl.

"Are you certain? Hmm, come here then, my love." Undoing his trousers, he frees himself just enough for his tall, heavy cock to stand proud between his parted thighs.

Wrapping a protective arm around your waist, he lifts you. Rubbing his slit against your folds, collecting your juices. He smiles at your cute moan when his cockhead swipes against your clit, repeating the motion several more times. "I will go slow, my angel. Hold onto me." His grip is firm as he slowly pushes his head past your outer lips, easing his thick girth into your hole. A satisfied growl rumbles from his lips once he's fully seated inside of you. Stroking your hair, he pushes your head to rest on his shoulder. "Rest, dearest."

Reno

"Fuck! How are you still this tight...?" Reno gasps, unable to make up his mind on where to touch you first. His hands scramble from gripping your hips, to wrapping around your upper body to cradle you to him, to your breasts, to back to your hips. "You're killin' me, doll. I'm injured, take pity on me?" The redhead pouts, his lower lip jutting out. He looked more like a puppy begging for its owner's food at dinnertime rather than an supposed injured warrior. He was playing with a cool dagger and cut his finger, please take pity on him.

Seeing you glower down at him, Reno stilled, a cheeky smile reaching his face. He had disturbed you while you were working on a thick stack of paperwork, again. He can be quite the yapper when he's around you. Snapping your hips down, he gasped, bucking himself wildly into your warm cunt. Look, he's not above whining if he's in your presence.

"You're really not gonna let me move? :(" He groans at your stern stare. "I know, I know. I was a tad reckless on this last mission, I'm sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you."

"You can make it up to me by being quiet and let me work. If you're good, maybe I'll deem you worthy enough to cum inside my cunt." Holy shit. Reno has never been so fucking turned on in his life.

Ignis

While he appreciates the practice in improving his healing techniques, Ignis isn't quite fond that you have become his primary companion in building said techniques. This time it was particularly gnarly and you were left with several gashes across your body from a fierce daemon attack. He had been ridiculously worried for your safety the moment he saw the creature send you flying back into the cliff side with a swipe of its beastly claws. He will be forever thankful to Noctis for being the first and closest to rush to your aid, allowing Gladio to slay the foul beast; cleaving its head from its miserable shoulders.

Helping you remove the last of your bloodied clothing, the chef clicked his tongue at your ruined, bloodied bandages already haphazardly unsticking from your chest and abdomen. Thank the gods the wounds were shallow enough to not need many stitches. Sitting at the edge of a hidden hot spring, Ignis was determined to help wash away the grime of the day now that your wounds had healed a bit more thanks to his delicious cooking.

"You worried me today, darling." Ignis spoke softly into the cool night, naked as the day he was born, barely audible above the roar of the waterfall. Not too far away, the rest of the group sleeps soundly around a warm, roaring campfire. Your pained expression made his heart ache and with a sigh, pulls you into his warm embrace. You press your nose against his neck and let out a shaky sigh. Ignis holds you a little tighter.

Easing into the pleasant warm water, Ignis wades into the shallow depths with your legs wrapped around his waist. There's a long stone, closest to the waterfall, smoothed into the vague shape of a bench over hundreds of years thanks to the minerals and magical properties of the water. Situated in his lap, your palms rest flat upon his shoulders leaning back to give him a look. Ignis smiles knowingly, unable to fight the adoring chuckle that leaves him.

"Even whilst injured you're so eager for my cock to fill you, hmm? What a tempter you are, darling. A little minx. Come here, I shall indulge a little." Always the one to treat you like glass, he softly slides his tip between your folds, pretty eyes slipping shut into a moan. He looked so pretty like this, biting his lip, and doing his best to stay quiet despite knowing that the prince loved a good show. "We are here to relax, not to fuck like rabbits--" Your slam yourself down onto his lap impatiently, cutting his monologue short. Ignis chokes out a scratchy moan, his hands shooting out to grip your hips. "No, you can't fuck me tonight, oh gods. Be good and sit still. I promise when you are healed, I'll breed you until all you can remember is my name." Ignis nipped at your earlobe in warning.

Gladiolus

Thunder rippled across the sky, dancing in tune with flashes of white-purple lightning. Heavy rain drizzled down the windows, only allowing for blurry glimpses of the outside world beyond the glass. It was chilly. Cold enough to dive deep into your closet to bring your heavier, thicker clothing out from hiding.

Gladio stoked low flames burning in the hearth to life, still choosing to be mostly bare-chested like a sociopath in this cold weather. Still nursing a wound on his lower abdomen, he took his movements slowly. But even when injured, Gladiolus craved physical contact with you. And if you're so cold, how about you come over here and he'll help warm you up a little? ;D

"Shit, dove. Can't believe I'm already all the way in," his deep voice grumbled, partially in disbelief. His cock is impossibly thick, stretching out your cunt wide. The sight alone makes him throb and if he wasn't injured, he'd be fuckin' jackhammering you into the sofa, insatiable, like a bear that found honey.

"Usually ya need more prep to take me. Have you been thinking about little ol' me this whole time?" The playful smack you give his shoulder makes him erupt into laughter, before instant regret makes itself known, and Gladio clutches his side with a wince. "Alright, alright. Don't make me laugh, cutie. M' sorry. C'mere, I'll keep you nice and warm from this frigid weather." Pulling a blanket off the back of the sofa, Gladiolus wraps it around your shoulders and pulls you against his warm chest.

Noctis

"Easy does it, you're still hurt from the fight-- I'm still hurt, too, just be- oh fuck," Noctis whined, bordering on a whimper, "--Careful--," The gasp he let out is sinful. His head falls back against his mass of soft, plush pillows supporting his head and upper body. Your walls pulse and throb around his weeping length, a deliciously slick noise echoing through his room as you sink down completely on his length.

Fighting through every instinct to buck himself into you, Noctis's hands find purchase on your hips. He breathes in deep, shallow gasps, stuttering and with a bit of drool. The sight alone is a heavenly gift from the Six. You throb deliciously around his cock, already collecting slick at the base. Sticky strings drip down your folds, clinging to his pubic bone as he not so subtly sleepily grinds himself into you.

Prompto

What could be more poetic and a clear sign that you and your boyfriend are soulmates than both of you getting bucked off of chocobos and suffering several semi-serious injuries of varied assortment? The tumble was enough to whiplash you two and were then forced by Ignis to stay at the hotel while he, Gladio, and Noctis were to go retrieve supplies in town for dinner tonight. Ignis already planned to have a stern talk with the vendors they'd rented the chocobos from.

To say the chef was perturbed was an understatement. Giving you what he called 'faulty skittish birds'. You and Prompto hadn't done anything to warrant getting tossed off your mounts. It had been a chain reaction. His had been startled first, kicking him off and yours, who had been directly behind his, followed suit. You hadn't noticed much at first until the pain burning beneath your skin grew and spread like wildfire from your wrist up to your shoulder. A broken wrist. Asphalt burned your palms and knees, completely scraped up and throbbing. The small pinpricks of red blood that surfaced from your abrasions were the only thing cooling down the heated, throbbing flesh of your new layer of skin now exposed. Your right knee had been scraped and banged up pretty good, with your ankle most likely twisted.

Prompto had fully broken his arm, being confined to a flimsy cloth brace while his arm remained in his cast-- he was just relieved it wasn't his dominant hand. So he could still take pictures without worry. His pretty freckled skin was also littered with scrapes and bruises.

"Just give me your list of what you need. I shall purchase them if I see them. We'll buy you two some desserts if we come across something especially delicious." Ignis promised, leaving with the boys not long after, Gladio giving a teasing wave as they left. They would definitely be gone for at least a couple hours.

Turning to look at Prompto, he gives you a bright smile managing a tiny thumbs up with his broken arm. The small scratches marring his freckled face make your heart ache. Today could've gone much worse than it did. You were thankful the worst was only broken bones.

"I know something I'd like for dessert." Prompto spoke aloud. His purple-blue eyes squinted into slivers as he grinned cheekily; a tiny flush of pink crossing his face. "We've got a bit of time. Think I could tempt you to hop on a different mount?" He giggled at his own joke, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What if I want to say yes to that ride?" You smirk at him, Prompto immediately going silent with flushed cheeks. He was good at fishing out flirtatious comments when it came to you, even after all these years together, but still wasn't able to handle them being given right back to him. Instantly he's scooting himself to rest his back against the headboard. He struggles with his belt buckle, wiggling down his jeans far enough to pull his cock out. Already dripping precum down his shaft.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, with the both of you dealing with broken limbs, each one on the opposite side. Prompto steadies you to the best of his ability, pushing your hips down onto his cock fully. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, held tilting back as you cover his neck in little kisses.

"Missed how warm you are, pretty. It feels like it's been forever." Prompto pants, half-lidded and oh so smiley. "Guys are always getting in the way, not lettin' me have any alone time with you. Wrap your arms around my shoulders. Need'ta touch you." He groaned.

Doing your best to avoid any bruises, you do as he says. Pressing his thumb to your clit, you gasp loudly. Prompto is quick to pull you into a firm kiss, stroking your clit with messy circles. Very thankful to have the shoddy motel room to yourselves.

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[bitchsince1976]

Only Prompto can get away with that little love tap on Noctis's cheek.

[savage-rhi]

Giving them permission to do something they wouldn't let anyone else do. Noct let's prompto draw on the scars on his back

In the quiet evening, Noctis sits with his back exposed, his muscles taut beneath the skin. His silence carries a rare offering—permission, something he doesn't grant easily.

The scars mapping Noctis's back are etched into him like open books, each a chapter of hard-learned lessons.

The jagged line running down his spine recalls a reckless attempt to take down a Coeurl single-handedly, only for Gladio to step in at the last moment, pulling him from the jaws of death.

Lower down, puncture wounds from a Reapertail sting are reminders of Ignis's forewarning, something he dismissed until it was too late.

Each scar carried a moment where his pride left him vulnerable, pride unbefitting for a future king.

There was one person whose warnings Noctis always heeded—Prompto. Unlike the others, Noctis has never collected scars from defying him. Perhaps that's why he lets Prompto do what no one else can—touch the wounds, not in pity, but with an understanding only someone closer to Noctis's age could relate with: boys who wanted to prove their worth.

As Prompto's fingers trace over the raised bumps, there's a trust in the silence between them. When he begins to draw over the scars with ink, it's more than an act of creativity; it's a quiet ritual. The ink is cool and smooth against Noctis's skin, and its essence lingers long after he washes off. It's a fleeting reminder that nothing is permanent—not mistakes, scars, or touch—and that he too will fade someday. So it was best to take as many pictures with him as possible, even if only in memory.

For a moment, Noctis lets go. In Prompto's hands, he feels something rare: safe. He can breathe briefly and be a young and foolish boy without the burden of being a king.

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[rkcarts]

Kind of a Nijijourney remake of this art I made a couple years ago. I guess I have a soft spot for Prompto and Noctis taking naps outside??? Let them enjoy their peace.

If their outfits look unfamiliar it's because I've been working on changing up their style for my FFXV werewolf AU (ㅅ´ ˘ `). I wanted to put them in something more medieval/fantasy/dnd-themed