Wow I just had the worst thought ever
Like during Noctis’ rebellious days and even straight into when he’s 20 maybe he didn’t cope quite well enough with what his whole destiny is about how he’ll die and how his dad is dying and how he lost Luna and hasn’t seen her in forever and so maybe he would go out, and rage. And have careless sex, like I can see him being so damaged and kinda fucked up I just have this image of him grabbing some girls hair, pulling her head back and just straight up licking up the side of this girls face when he’s fucking her doggy style because he’s just so far gone that he can barely even feel like what’s right and what’s not anymore.
Then come Sunday morning he’s back to being quiet, spacey Noct again around his friends.
Edit: oh boy oh no I feel a fic coming..
Noctis always takes them doggy style. He doesn’t want to see them. He’s not there for love. He’s already in love. And he hasn’t seen her in years but he’s already in love. He fucks them without looking at them because he needs to curb an edge. The pendulum that swings a hair away from his throat. From his fathers throat. It drops a millimeter each day, but it feels like an inch. So he goes out. And he fucks to forget. Every now and then, when he’s too far gone in his own mind, he’ll let them take him on his back, and ride him. His body is basically lifeless, hands resting on their hips. His neck is barely able to hold his head up, so it will just kind of lul, and bob to the side as he’s used as a human meat stick for some red head to get off on. He doesn’t care. So long as it’s enough to pull him from the depths of his mind. Enough to pull him back to the surface of his own person. Come sunrise he’ll have returned to his room, available once more for his princely duties. But hey, the new game had a chance to update on his phone during his jaunt. That’s, something. He thinks, at the very least.