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Hi I don't plan on using this blog very often but! This is the spicy sideblog for @heartbinders! This is just a really quick pinned post for now and honestly it probably won't get any fancier than this but ground rules:

Minors DNI, obviously. If I find you out I will blast you into the sun

No r*pe, inc*st, noncon, dubcon, etc.

Minor muses will NOT EVER appear here, not even aged up. If they're shown grown up for more than 3 seconds in their source material then MAYBE we can talk. But if you're looking for aged up minor muses here you are talking to the wrong person

This does limit the available pool of muses to: Noctis, Prompto, Cloud, Aerith (when I do her icons eventually), Red (Sun/Moon onwards only), and Baku. N from the secret menu is an adult but mine is asexual so he probably won't show up here. Everyone laugh at the multimuse roster being trimmed down so drastically

Baku is a piece of shit creature so romance at your own risk. It WILL be one sided. Nothing will ever be noncon but he's not in it for romance.

Interactions here can be hypothetical/non-canon and don't have to lead to/come from a ship.

I reserve the right to delete any asks / drop any threads that make me feel uncomfortable.

All content will be tagged #nsft tw/cw and/or #suggestive tw/cw. Yes that's the whole point of the blog but I wanna avoid flashbanging anyone who's scrolling the dash at work.

This blog basically just exists to spare those who followed my main before I decided I wanted to explore saucier hcs and such in my writing.

Spicy questions

Oh this is so funny thank you for the ask

Yeah Prompto laughs at boob. And butt. Like. If he's trying to dirty talk it's more likely he'll say "tits" or "ass" bc "boob" and "butt" are just such funny words. If he's deep enough in the throes of things he might keep it together, but like. This guy says "nice" every time 69 comes up, you can't tell me he wouldn't snort if you just said "boob" to him with no further context

Everything in Prompto's mind screams that this is wrong. He's in a motel bed with Ashley Graham, daughter of House Graham, close political allies of the royal family. He's supposed to be bringing her back to Hammerhead, so he and the rest of the guys can guide her the rest of the way to Lestallum. And, well...he's him. If anyone should be sitting here, it should be Noct. Or Ignis. Or Gladio. Not him.

And yet, she takes his hesitation in her gentle hands and responds with nothing but kindness. Her fingertips ghost along his skin, tracing the contours of his body, ending behind her back to encourage his fingers toward those troublesome hooks. Prompto's hands follow the bra as it slips down her shoulders, fingers hooking onto the straps to pull it away from her body with her encouragement.

Ashley's grateful she slipped him her number, otherwise this wouldn't be possible.

[sent!: attachment]

Should he check his notifications, he'd spot a proposal, one left up for grabs, left to be abandoned if not desired. He's a busy guy, after all.

The attachment holds a selective angle, turtleneck bunched up, bra nowhere to be seen. A tasteful peek, she thought, alongside the straps of her undergarments peering over a mostly discarded skirt. No leggings, tights to be seen, only too much skin, haloed by only distant sunlight, a curtain hauled aside. Shadow beats out some of the finer details, but that adds to the tease of it all, she feels; the mischief.

[txt sent!: help me find my perfect angle? xo]

Hot photo hype man!! || @ghrahm

Oh, Ashley. Cheeky, cheeky. The text finds him when he's in between training sessions, most definitely not in the privacy of his own bedroom. And oh, how unfair that timing is, because where he is now? There's nothing he can do about his own flare of emotions and physical sensations upon seeing the picture.

He's still wondering, on some level, how he ended up in his current...loosely defined, currently unlabeled, but decidedly enjoyable situation with Ashley. Especially considering how he almost fumbled it the first time. But now that it's not the first, and she's bringing one of his passions into it?

Yeah, he can muster up a little more courage.

...

Is being considered cute in that context weird?"

(for goofy prompto!)

We stay sillay!!! || @ghrahm

❝ Nah, I'll take being called cute, ❞ he reassures her with a grin. ❝ But do you wanna test the limits of that? 'Cause I could hit you with an ❛ oh, boy! ❜ in the middle of things and see how you feel after that. ❞

Within my blog canon, my Noct and Prom muses have experimented together and helped each other figure out that they're also into men ( I don't write the ship between my own portrayals; I'd rather save that for an rp partner ). So Prompto has some practice with guys, but he still gets super jittery around girls. Hasn't had as much practice with them.

He has to stop and ( shamefully ) put his ear to the door, just to confirm. He lingers for a bit, drinking in the absolute symphony going on just beyond. And when the sound of his own name hits his ears...oh, that sensation goes right down south.

It's gratifying, in a salacious sort of way, knowing that the mere thought of him is enough to send Ignis into such a state. Validating. Reassuring. But on the other hand, hearing the grunts and groans from the other side of the walls and not playing an active role in causing them? Well, that's just causing all sorts of frustration.

Prompto squirms, fighting with himself on how to proceed. Would Ignis be mad if he were to walk in right now? Ashamed? It might be kinder to let him keep his dignity intact...but, well...selfishly, Prompto wants to come in and help him finish the job. The thought of his rosy cheeks, those labored breaths, those sweet, soft sounds as he tries to maintain some semblance of composure...it's all doing such unfair things to Prompto.

He can play it off like an accident, as long as Ignis doesn't notice Prompto's own growing arousal within his pants. Which might be too much to hope for, knowing just how observant he is. But, well...he can ask for forgiveness later.