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cryptictongues · 7 months

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Beyond Our Vessels

pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x Sleipnir Harbard x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 4.4k summary: Barnabas lets you and Sleipnir enjoy each other and realizes something along the way.

warnings: porn without plot (this is pretty self-indulgent LOL), polyamory, threesome, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, minor pain play, making out, body worship, voyeurism

Author's Note: Spoilers about Barnabas's background and connections, and some mentions of things revealed from FFXVI Ultimania. Going to put an Ultimania spoiler note at the end for those interested. Nothing crazy, but of course read with caution!

Also, I wrote this in Barnabas's POV so please forgive me if some parts sound strange. It is something new I'm trying out.

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Barnabas Tharmr is a patient man. Through his stoicism and endurance, he has learned that patience is everything and in time the things he commands will fall into place. While others are one step ahead, he is three steps further; calculating every possible move that would fall into his lap and how he would bend it to his liking. He is patient because he knows he is always in control, which brings him to the displays of affection happening right before him.

Here he is sitting in his chair in the corner of his chambers, watching you and Sleipnir kiss hungrily: with Sleipnir on top of you palming at your breasts, while you keep your hands in his silver hair and rub your thighs together to relieve the want stirring between them. To see the both of you so needy for one another, the two people he trusts and loves with his whole being, is the most beautiful thing he has ever witnessed.

Barnabas Tharmr can’t deny that he is a possessive man, especially when it comes to you. So much as a look from another man in your direction is a reason for punishment of the highest order, as no one is to look at you with such lust and need. You are his, and his alone… until now.

Barnabas had found you during his time in Kanver after their fight for independence was over. You were a barmaid, serving ale to the Kanver army and citizens in celebration. He was captivated by many things: the way you made barmaid garb look elegant and how you had the voice of an angel when you sang songs local to the area, just to name a couple. However, the one thing that absolutely drove him mad was the innocence you exuded; an innocence he so desperately wanted to break… and he did just that. He brought you to his kingdom, made you his queen, spoiled you with all the luxuries he could grant you, and had you submit to him at your own will, which you willingly gave away with his own when you both became Akashic to better serve his Master. Since then, you and Sleipnir have been the only two members in his council that mattered; everyone else disposable.

You and Sleipnir’s devotion to him is undeniable, serving him in all ways that he commands willingly. However, over time, he had noticed subtle shifts between the two of you. Sleipnir was often ordered to keep watch over you when he was away, and every time he would come back he would sense the atmosphere was different. He had always conjured it up as you both grew closer due to such close proximity, which pleased him regardless.

It wasn’t until one night where he had woken up to your dream induced whimpers and curses that he knew the connection between you and his lord commander was much deeper than anticipated. He remembers hearing Sleipnir’s name as more pretty sounds would fill the room. He remembers thinking he should be enraged that you were dreaming of another, yet all he felt was the immense thrill that ran straight to his cock at the thought of watching Sleipnir take you.

To say you were surprised when he approached you on the matter is an understatement, for you had broken down and fallen to your knees, confessing that the love you have for him extends to his second-in-command. You cried that you had tried to push the wavering feelings down, as he was everything you needed and wanted and more, but the harder you would push, the faster it would spring back up. He felt he should be angry at what would be considered emotional infidelity, but instead he had knelt down and cradled you in his arms, whispering in your ear how he wasn’t upset and how much he loves you. In his mind, he kept thinking maybe the soft spot in his heart for Sleipnir makes this so easy to forgive, even when there was nothing to be forgiven.

Little did he know, it was much more than that.

A gasp brings Barnabas back to the moment, and he sees Sleipnir inserting one of his long fingers into your pretty cunt, leaving your mouth agape as you watch him play with you. He is leaning over you as he draws his finger in and out of you, cupping your face as he seemingly whispers words between shared kisses. Barnabas takes notice of one of your hands traveling down to Sleipnir’s cock, running your fingertips along the sensitive flesh. He is mesmerized at the chemistry the two of you have, both loving each other in rhythm.

Sleipnir leans down towards your ear, muttering something Barnabas can’t decipher. Your head turns towards him as a second finger slips in, and his fists clench in self-control as your face contorts with a moan. He can feel his cock straining in his trousers but refuses to palm himself. He just tilts his head, admiring the sounds and faces you make as Sleipnir continues to get you ready for his own cock. Barnabas can tell you are overwhelmed with both the pleasure you are receiving while having to look at him, and he wants to see you fall apart.

“Sleipnir, why don’t you prepare our sweet angel with your tongue?” Barnabas suggests, causing your eyes to go big.

Sleipnir looks at Barnabas from your neck, and grins. “As you wish, my liege.”

He sits back further in his seat as he observes Sleipnir make his way down your body, placing open mouthed kisses on your skin. Your head turns back to him only for him to seize your chin to keep it facing Barnabas. “Keep your eyes on your majesty. Let him watch as I please you.”

Barnabas keeps his eyes on you, and knows instantly when Sleipnir’s tongue makes contact with your delicate flower: eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling more rapidly, and lips parted as sweet little moans enter his ears. Your hands reach down to Sleipnir’s hair, pulling the strands causing him to hum into your cunt and trail his free hand from your chin to your thigh, squeezing the flesh.

“Oh stars please, Sleipnir!” You moaned, pushing his face more into your heat. Sleipnir picks up his pace, ravaging you in a way that has you squirming. This only makes Barnabas groan at the push and pull game the two of you are playing, and he decides to take a closer look. He stands from his seat, walking over to you two with the primal urge to be close. He kneels beside you, cupping your face in his hands before gently kissing you, a big contrast to the animalistic actions Sleipnir is performing between your thighs. A gasp from you breaks the kiss slightly, making Barnabas look to the cause. He sees how Sleipnir is devouring you, mouth sucking on your clit and fingers working you open, a third one being added to the mix sometime during his escapades. Watching him pleasure you in this manner feels so different and new, and it feels so right.

Barnabas turns back to you, seeing how your eyes have not left him. He smiles wickedly, loving the way you are being so obedient to the two of them. “How are you faring, my dear? Is he making you feel good?”

You nod, a small curse leaving your lips at what he knows is from Sleipnir’s doing. “Hmmm feels so exquisite with his tongue, doesn’t he? Especially if he is making absolute sin drip from your own.”

“Yes, my king! He feels so good!” You praise, causing a loud groan to hit your clit from Sleipnir which only makes you grow louder.

Barnabas looks over at Sleipnir and to see the sight of his lord commander up close consuming your cunt with his fingers buried deep inside you is a sight to behold. While he cannot see the vigor of Sleipnir’s fingers, he can see him going back and forth from his pinkish gray lips sucking your pretty pearl to his tongue caressing it to make you last evermore. It’s hard to tear his eyes away from the glorious sight, but that sight will have to wait. After all, he wants to watch you surrender to the rapture you are about to fulfill.

He turns back to you, hands going to your cheeks, so your focus stays on him. He feels your hands wrap around his wrists, a grip of a thousand men clutching for dear life at your impending release. He can feel himself smile, teeth and all, for the desperation and need of release from you is apparent. And he is more than willing to give it to you.

“Are you going to let go, my beloved? Are you going to give your lord commander the nectar he starves for?” A whine comes out of you, eyes shutting and head turning to the side. He is quick to turn your head back facing his, one hand leaving to grasp the back of your head by your hair. “Oh no, we can’t have that. You will keep your eyes on me when you finish.”

Barnabas is barely holding on, the pout and tremble of your lips from the overwhelming stimulus happening makes him want to finish you off himself. But once again, he is a patient man. He will wait for Sleipnir to give you your first release of the night. A sudden gasp comes from you and a shake of your head starts as you start to fall over the edge. “Mmmm goodness Sleipnir please!” You wailed, the grip on Barnabas’s wrist growing tenfold with nails digging into his skin. He moans, the pain feeling so good, and he goes down to kiss you, swallowing your cries as Sleipnir draws you out of your orgasm.

Barnabas feels movement on his right and releases your lips to see Sleipnir sitting up from your thighs, lips glistening with your arousal and hair a mess from your earlier pulling. He holds up the fingers that were once in your cunt and moves forward to bring them to your lips. “Open up.” Barnabas sits you up, and watches you lean over to lick your juices from Sleipnir’s fingers, purring at the taste as you clean them off. “That’s it, our sweet angel. Clean up your mess.” Sleipnir murmurs, a trance apparent at the way you work your tongue.

Barnabas can’t keep his eyes off Sleipnir in this moment. Watching his chest rise and fall as he watches you, swollen, wet lips agape, small amounts of perspiration on his body. He looked like an absolute God, and Barnabas could feel something snap in his chest as realization dawned on him. He loves him.

Barnabas loves Sleipnir. He created him to fill the loneliness and the void; to always have someone by his side for all time. When he doesn’t have the words, it is Sleipnir that knows what he is thinking. It is Sleipnir who knows what action needs to take place before Barnabas commands it. Before you, it was Sleipnir who protected Barnabas from his fears. His lord commander has always held a special place in Barnabas’s heart and the realization of those feelings have led to this moment: that the love he has for Sleipnir goes beyond companionship.

Sleipnir’s focus is on Barnabas, curiosity in his eyes as he awaits his king’s next move. This sets Barnabas off, for he was going to admire the beautiful being before him so help him. He is quick to take his trousers off, now fully naked, and gets on the bed kneeling by your side. Barnabas takes no time at all to grab Sleipnir by the back of his neck, and bring him down for a deep kiss. He feels Sleipnir encircle his arms around his waist, pulling him in closer and urging him to keep going. Barnabas growls, biting Sleipnir’s bottom lip causing him to grunt, granting him full access to his taste; tongues greeting one another for the first time in 47 years. It feels so natural, and all he can think is that this is right. The three of you together as it should be. As it should have always been.

He pulls away from Sleipnir’s lips, now looking more swollen and glossier than before, and he can’t help the genuine smile that forms. Sleipnir huffs out a laugh, his hand reaching up Barnabas’s cheek to soothe the handsome wrinkles under his eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. How long I’ve waited for you, my king.” Barnabas thinks that Sleipnir deep down must have known it would come to this and must have known his feelings for him early on. The corners of his mouth turn up, the fingers of his free hand trailing to meet the hand on his cheek to bring it to his lips. “Forgive me for my late realization.” He mutters through the kisses on Sleipnir’s fingers. “For my ignorance nearly led me astray from you, my star.”

It feels like they are both in that position forever before Barnabas senses a shift on the bed, and next thing he knows his cock is being touched. He looks in between him and Sleipnir to see you on your knees beside the two of them, one cock in each hand and slowly stroking them in sync. He can only chuckle, seeing you serve your King and Lord Commander during a sentimental moment. Such a naughty little thing.

“It seems someone wants attention.” He hears Sleipnir snicker. All you do is smile innocently, and Barnabas leans down to press a sweet kiss against your lips. “You’ve been so patient, my dear.” He goes to leave a kiss on your temple. “You’ve cooled down quite a bit.” He goes to kiss under your ear. “Would you like us to warm you back up?”

“Yes, my darling. I beg you. I beg the both of you.”

Barnabas acts fast, crawling to rest against the headboard before grabbing you swiftly. He gets a yelp and a fit of giggles from you before settling you in between his legs, your back against his chest with his cock snug against your lower back. He keeps his head on your shoulder as he watches Sleipnir approach you on his hands and knees, crawling to you like a lion about to go in on the hare. He sets his thighs under your knees and starts to rub your thighs up and down. “My Queen, is this truly what you want? You shall only receive what you wish.”

Barnabas watches you nod determinedly. “I want you, Sleipnir Harbard. I want all of you.”

Barnabas observes Sleipnir slowly push inside your cunt, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the intrusion. He watches as you open up, the preparation serving well for his new lover’s cock. While Barnabas’s cock is well-sized, girthy and uncut, Sleipnir’s cock is undoubtedly longer with protruding veins, so he knows it’ll rub against areas that will have you feeling enlightened.

Barnabas wraps his arms around your waist as Sleipnir goes at a leisurely pace, his hands gripping the crease of your hips. Barnabas takes this time to drink you in, kissing your neck gently to start and letting his hands knead your tummy. You keen as he continues his trail, starting to nip at your skin as Sleipnir grows notably faster in his pace as your lower back starts to grind into Barnabas’s cock. He trails his hands up your tummy to your breasts, deciding to knead them roughly, causing you to whimper at the treatment. He senses Sleipnir pick up the pace again, rocking his cock in and out in a smooth rhythm. This only makes Barnabas up the antics, biting down on your neck hard enough to leave indents of his teeth all the while taking your pebbled nipples between his fingers and pulling on them.

“MMMM Barnabas!” You choked out, and Barnabas chuckled against your neck, letting go of the skin of your neck to lick it soothingly. “My little masochist.” He tugs at your nipples harder, making you squirm in his hold. “It’s no wonder you chose an old sadist like me.” He continues playing with your sensitive nipples as he watches Sleipnir continue to take you, soft grunts leaving his lips every so often.

“How does our sweet angel feel, my pet?” Barnabas asks, curious as to what is playing through his lord commander's head.

“She feels absolutely delicious, my liege.”

“Delicious?” Barnabas smirks. “If she feels as such, why aren’t you showing her?”

Sleipnir simper’s, leaning forward slightly. “I’m simply enjoying the view, my liege.” He leans down, placing a gentle kiss against Barnabas’s lips, juxtaposing the roughness of his cock entering your cunt, causing a cry to leave your lips. “I’ve been left speechless.”

“You may not be as loud now, but don’t worry.” Barnabas lets go of your nipples, wrapping one arm back around your torso while his free hand wraps around Sleipnir’s throat, a soft gasp leaving his lips. “Next time, it’ll be you who begs for release at the mercy of myself and our queen.” He growls. “Now, give her what she wants.”

Sleipnir groans deeply. “As you wish, your majesty.”

Barnabas lets go of his neck and the first thing Sleipnir does is go down to you, kissing you deeply as his cock continues ravaging you. The particular thrust of Sleipnir’s hips affects both you and Barnabas; a shriek of pleasure at a certain spot Sleipnir hits inside you and a loud moan from the gravity of his thrust pushing you further into Barnabas’s cock. Barnabas can feel himself in need, needing to worship his lovers as they take on one another, for it exhilarates him knowing the both of you love each other in the same way he loves you both.

He maneuvers his arms in a way that allows each of his hands to weave his fingers into yours and Sleipnir’s hair. He pushes both faces together, watching as you and Sleipnir swallow each other’s sounds. The sound of panting kisses and the wet smacking of Sleipnir’s hips is driving Barnabas insane, and so he pulls them apart so he can bring Sleipnir down to his own lips. They both groan hotly, heavy breathing intaking them as their tongues battle for the others' mercy. Barnabas feels you tilt your head back, feeling your eyes on him and Sleipnir as he claims the latter. He releases Sleipnir, their lips stringing saliva, and goes down to meet your lips to give the same treatment. You whimper against his lips as he claims them, and he feels your hand rest against his jaw, scratching against his facial hair lightly. He notices Sleipnir move his head in his grip, and he decides to push his head down to the crux of your neck. Barnabas captures your gasps, glancing down to see Sleipnir nipping love bites into your skin, small pink marks forming.

Barnabas pulls away, and stares at your blissed out expression. You have never looked more beautiful than you do now, and all he thinks is you deserve everything, especially for bringing all three of you together like this. He clutches his fingers in your hair a little harder, making sure your focus is on him. “Tell me how your lord commander is making you feel? I want to hear you say it.” He bids, but you only twist and turn, making Sleipnir push against your hips to hold you down against Barnabas. Your hands latch around Sleipnir’s back, your head falling on his shoulder. Next thing Barnabas witnesses is Sleipnir lifting his head, a shuddering smile on his face; the same one Barnabas equips when he is the one worshiping you. One of his hands leaves your hips and travels to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and pushing lightly so your neck would stop turning away. “That wasn’t a request, my queen.” Sleipnir hums. “It’s an order from your king. Tell him, tell us, how I’m pleasuring you.”

“You feel incredible!” You sobbed. “You both do I- It’s too much.”

“But not enough.” Barnabas hums into your ear. “Next time, you’ll get to have both of us and our spends. At the same time.” You start to shake, and he can see how his words are reeling your excitement. “But for now, clench your walls on him. Let him really feel you.”

He knows you are doing as you’re told because Sleipnir starts to grunt obscenities, his hand going back to your hip. Barnabas takes the opportunity to let go of both heads, throwing one arm back around your torso and letting his free hand run past the two bodies of his lovers, landing right on your clit as he starts to rub small, tight circles. A sob leaves your lips, a telltale sign that you were right there.

“My king, I can’t hold on much longer. Please let me be relieved!” You cried, your hands coming to clutch on his arm holding you to him.

He kisses behind the shell of your ear, nipping and licking slightly at the cartilage to tease you further before he gives in to your desire for release. “Let go for us, my dear.”

He watches as your climax takes over you, seemingly possessing you mind, body, and soul as your back arches against him. He sees Sleipnir is at his wits end, his hips pistoning back and forth brutally as he rides out your release. Barnabas smirks, as seeing Sleipnir Harbard, his lord commander, his newfound lover, utterly tranced by you makes him feel euphoric.

“My dear, why don’t you help our star out, hm?”

You nod, and your hands let go of Barnabas’s arms to wrap back around Sleipnir again, pulling him in closer with the back of your heels. His breath hitches as he goes forward, his hands catching himself as they plant on the mattress on either side of Barnabas’s thighs. Barnabas moves his arms so you and Sleipnir’s chests touch, wanting the two of you as close to each other as possible. He lets his hands go down to Sleipnir’s hands, stroking them as you work on Sleipnir’s release.

Barnabas can vaguely hear what you are saying, your voice low in Sleipnir’s ear as you coax him. All Barnabas can think of is how you and himself can bring such a snarky, matter of fact being into such a submissive state. The way he is gasping and muttering a variety of affirmations, like he is begging for you to give him what he needs, brings a whole new side to him. Barnabas feels like he has fallen in love all over again.

Barnabas leans over your shoulder, Sleipnir’s other ear available, and whispers his command. “Release inside her. Fill her with your love as I do.”

That is all Sleipnir needed, a chain reaction setting off as Sleipnir moans hoarsely as he releases his spend into you, causing you to whine as another orgasm hits you from the constant stimulation of his cock. His arms give out, Barnabas catching him by wrapping his arms around him alongside your own. “You two did so well.” Barnabas praises, his hands going to rub your side and Sleipnir’s back. There is only heavy breathing in response, bearings working to be met as everyone calms down their hearts.

Sleipnir is the first to move, placing kisses on both you and Barnabas’s lips before slowly pulling out of your cunt, a groan leaving your lips in the process. Sleipnir flops graciously on the bed, sighing with utter thrill as his eyes rest for a moment. Barnabas goes to move you to the side when you turn in his hold, going to your knees in front of him. He is perplexed for a moment, only to see you staring at his hard cock.

“My darling, you didn’t get to have a release. Let us please you.”

This perks Sleipnir up, rolling over to his front to crawl over. “Yes, my liege. We want you to feel as good as we do.”

Barnabas laughs and shakes his head. “In due time. I can assure you both that I am completely satisfied. Let’s rest for a moment, only then will I let the two of you have your way with me.”

You and Sleipnir look at each other, smiles plastering in agreement. You move off the bed, ushering Sleipnir to go back to his side of the bed. “Okay, but at least be in the middle so we can both love you.”

Something shifts in Barnabas’s chest, a sense of belonging settling in deeply. He inclines, moving to the middle of the bed and under the covers where Sleipnir is already settled in. Sleipnir latches to him, his left arm wrapping around Barnabas’s torso. Barnabas feels another weight on the bed, his right shoulder now being used as a pillow as you snuggle up close to him. There is a buzzing throughout the room; hums, sighs, and gentle kisses summoning a calm atmosphere. Barnabas has never felt so complete; to be adored and loved like this by the two people he considers home is elating.

He can hear Sleipnir lightly snoring, a dreamlike state having taken over him. Barnabas turns his head to you and goes to kiss your forehead. You purr, stretching into him as your eyes open to meet his. He reaches his free hand to your face, brushing your cheek with his knuckles as he admires your glow. He is so in love with you, especially in this moment.

“Thank you.”

Your eyes glint, confusion striking them. “For what, my king?”

“For bringing the three of us together, for if you hadn’t, I’m afraid a part of my heart would have never unlocked.”

You move up slightly, and kiss his lips, both of your hands on his cheeks. Your lips linger against his own as your next words flow. “Thank you for opening up your heart for us. He has loved you for a long time, just as I have.”

Barnabas sighs against your mouth and moves to lay his head into the crook of your neck. “I truly love you both. I adore and admire you both. I hope you know this.” Your chest vibrates, your hand still holding onto his face. “I know because I love you. I love him. I love us three.”

“It is us three beyond our vessels.”

Ultimania Spoiler Note: Sleipnir was created in the Year 826 when Barnabas was 18 using Odin's magick, meaning up to Year 878, they have been together for 52 years. This story takes place in 873 only because I felt like in 878 a lot is happening.

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inkyclive · 10 months

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no but wait let me add. can you imagine being cid’s spoiled little brat at the hideout. like after he saved you, he always took a particular liking to you and it went to your stupid little head. he made you feel like his little princess, always showering you with attention and molding you into this devoted little thing to the point where you’re always ready to greet him on your knees in his office when he returns from a mission, head empty and eyes wide and bright for everything little command that falls from his lips.

and it’s almost funny bc like everyone else is so sick of you calling yourself his little wife. and maybe while you don’t explicitly say it you imply it so loud with your actions. especially when cid is away. it’s the way you put yourself in charge of maintaining his study and keeping his belonging fresh for his arrival. you’re always making sure everyone stays in line or else ‘cid won’t be happy when he gets back’. you 💯 call him daddy in some occasions and tarja is ready to strangle you. it doesn’t help that gav is just as delulu and follows you around like a little puppy.

and oh when cid here’s about this he just gets this smug little look. tells everyone he’ll deal with you before bringing you to his study. there he picks you apart, teasing you by calling you his little brat, his little wife who can’t keep his name out of your mouth. so he spends all night making you say it until your voice is hoarse 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

clari you are single handling fueling my unhinged behavior for this ff series ( once again sorry for the spam pls tell me if it’s too much ~)

omg anon what a fucking DREAM

warnings: female reader, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, extremely bratty reader, morally ambiguous cid, a lil bit of degradation words: 1.2k

okayokayokay so the thing(s) i’m writing for him (one is completely focused on him and pure filth like i mentioned, the other he’s a main character but he isn’t the focus) kiiiinda touches a similar idea because i just think cid would LOVE being with a brat. a playful brat; someone who provides a bit of a challenge without it feeling like any sort of tedious work, someone who keeps him on his toes and is FUN without truly acting out (those genuine tantrums seldom but fierce, only occurring when you don’t get something you desperately wanted, and that’s when he gets to go really Daddy on you, all strict and stern and steely eyes; but he can’t quite quell the self-satisfied little smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, threatening to shatter his entire act to bits).

i just feel like if you were his girl, you’d be spoiled fucking rotten, no matter how hard he tries not to. he just can’t say no to your pretty pout and your puppy dog eyes, and he LOVES the way you giggle and squeal his name or his title whenever he gives you something you want—it’s so goddamn precious and it makes him go all melty and starry-eyed for you <3 he’d treat you like such a little princess 97% of the time and i can totally see some people at the hideaway being a lil sour about it because you get special privileges, you don’t pull your weight, you’re protected by the boss and if anyone dares to say anything they will be respectfully but sternly told to cut it out. cid always has the perfect excuses, expertly crafted and readily on hand or in his back pocket, whipped out the moment anyone even attempts to criticize you for your lack of contribution and work.

if anything, gav loves you so much that he’s even worse, snapping at anyone who dares to say a single bad thing in your name, effectively earning him the title of your lovesick guard dog; so even when Daddy’s gone, and you get to play queen of the castle, they can’t say—or do—anything at all. it’s rare that you’ll leave your cid’s chambers alone when he isn’t around, gav glued to your side, ever-protective and watchful, ready to bark and bite at anyone who even looks at you wrong.

you really are cid’s precious little princess, they spit between themselves in hushed tones, with screwed up faces and soured tongues, making the word sound like an insult.

there are definitely moments where cid absolutely has to tell gav to tone it down or reign it in, because in gav’s eyes you can truly do no wrong, an angel among mere mortals, ready to bend over backwards, snap his fucking spine, to your every wish and whim and will.

and it isn’t like cid doesn’t understand the other inhabitants frustrations, doesn’t listen to their complaints and criticisms—it’s just that he really, honestly, genuinely can’t help but give you every single thing your sugary sweet heart desires. that doesn’t mean he won’t scold you for your behaviour, of course, when you’re bent over his desk and sobbing into the wood, when he’s balls fucking deep inside of you, head pressed snugly to your cervix, his voice a peculiar mix of fond condescension. his reprimands almost come out as coos, almost come out as praises, as if he’s proud, as if he finds it all so fucking cute, because as much as he wishes he didn’t, he enjoys this sick little game just as much as you do.

he calls you his spoiled little brat, his snobby little slut, his bratty little bitch as he pounds into you, thrusts so hard they send his heavy desk skidding across the floorboards, each ram of his hips shoving it another inch or so forward, wood scraping against wood.

he spits curses about how you’re so fucking pampered, how Daddy gives you too fucking much, is too fucking lenient with you, and now, what? you think you’re the boss all of a sudden? and oh, Daddy guesses he’ll just have to put you back in your place, remind you of who’s truly in charge, even though he knows his bad little girl will have slipped from her ‘proper place’ by morning time—an inevitable outcome, just like you always do, just like he always lets you, just like he always looks forward to.

and he’s so big, his cock is so big, it routinely rips you apart no matter how much you’ve been prepped, and he just loves watching you take it, either down your throat or in your cunt, stuffing your orifices fucking full of him, until you’re bulging and gorging on him, and then he fucks himself into you some more <3 by the end you’re oozing with him—his cum and his sweat and his spit, a whole mess of Daddy, a masterpiece.

and even though he knows he shouldn’t play favourites, knows it’s wrong and unfair and essentially goes against everything the hideaway is supposed to be, he just can’t help but get this rush of arrogant pride anytime you dote on him, just can’t help but mollify under your requests and demands, always dripping like syrup from the prettiest pout, smooth and sweet and slathered all over him. but everything you do is harmless anyway—it isn’t like you’re hurting anyone by being a brat, so what’s the big deal?

so what if you prance around in those silly, slutty lil milkmaid dresses he buys for you—the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered decent, the edges of your fluffy petticoat just barely visible from beneath layers of linen, the lacy trim of the pretty panties he always gives you (after he ruins yet another pair) teasingly peeking out from under the fluffy frills when you bend over?

so what if you get a little bossy in the name of your Daddy, voice ringing with the slightest implicit threats—a saccharine lil warning sewn into your words, ghosts of my Daddy will...! haunting each sentence—when the other bearers don’t do what you want?

so what if you don’t exactly do anything, your job nothing more than to sit there and look pretty, Daddy’s perfect little trophy wife, ready to serve him whenever he needs it, wherever he wants it, however he wants it?

so what if your room sits empty and abandoned, reduced to nothing more than storage for the outrageous amount of dresses your Daddy gifts you, while you live it up and lounge around in his quarters?

what’s it all matter? it’s just a bit of innocuous fun, isn’t it?

any sparks of guilt are immediately snuffed out as he sinks into your cunt or rams down your throat at the end of each day, silenced by your gentle lips pressing soft kisses to his slit, or your cute tongue wrapping around his shaft, or your precious little gags and sobs and coughs as he spurts load after load of thick, hot cum down your throat.

because the way you look up at him, the way you admire him so much, makes him feel like king of the fucking world, your love and adoration rushing through his veins like a potent drug, endlessly reinvigorating him—and that, well, that makes it all worth it, sin and culpability and remorse instantly erased from his mind.

and oh, god help them all when he puts a fucking baby in you.

#cidolfus telamon x reader #cidolfus telamon x you #cidolfus telamon smut #losing my mind for this man lately i swear to god #inky.cid #inky.bb #clari gets mail #final fantasy #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy smut #final fantasy xvi smut #ffxvi smut

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tommypatters · 8 months

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Dion Lesage x Male Reader PART 2 THE SMUT VERSION

Well here it is the continuation, i finally finished ffxvi and now this fic too, i can finally rest in peace DVGFDGDFNJUDSNFI I DID MY PART >:D

Warnings: well smut duh 18+

Top reader but also 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 reader that cares about his bottom's pleasure ;P

fingering Dion receiving

reader gives oral and well uh sex pretty vanilla methinks

“I love you” You looked down to Dion, he looked like a scene out of a play, his golden hair contrasting your kissing, you could hear his shaky breaths, you felt overwhelmed in the moment, you wanted to lose yourself in him, you wanted to shower him in all the love you’ve held back all these years

“Dion… My beloved’ you softly whispered as you brought your mouth down to his neck softly biting his silky skin, your mouth tracing his jawline with kisses “Ah…Y-Y/N” Dion softly whimpered, his hand softly combing through the back of your head

You traced your hand down his chest, caressing every inch of him you could get until your hand reached his tightening pants, you felt take a sharp breath and Dion slightly jump at the sudden touch, he grabbed your hand “Y-Y/N, we mustn’t… Not here” He stood up gently prompting you to get off him

“come” Dion said eagerly taking your hand, leading you out of the royal gardens, the two of you walked at a hurried pace through the thankfully empty corridors of the lower palace since it would’ve been rather difficult to explain why the two of you where walking hand in hand sporting an obvious tightness in your lower regions, you felt excitement and arousal, your body felt hot, the urge to grab Dion pin him to the nearest wall and take him right there and then grew with every step, it didn’t help that you kept ogling the young prince’s behind… Damn him and his insistence at wearing tight pants

You finally reach a door that leads to a fairly luxurious chamber, you don’t recognize it as Dion’s chamber but you’re far too aroused and cloud minded to care, you grab Dion’s arm and turn him around to face you “Y-Y/N” you closed the distance between the two of you planting a kiss on his soft lips “Dion, my prince, please let me take care of you”

You took his hand and led him to bed, you slowly starting undoing the buttons of his overly complicated white shirt one by when you were done you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked in the soft lighting of candles

You kneeled as you moved on to undoing his belt, pulling his pants and underpants down revealing the prince’s cock, His beautiful cock, you wanted nothing more than to shower him in your love, to worship him, make him cry out in pleasure

You closed the distance between his cock and you, you parted your lips tracing him with your tongue running your tongue and lips all over him exploring every inch of his cock with your mouth “Y-Y/N Please… must you tease me so much?” the prince said in a soft whisper

You decided you had teased him enough and took his cock into your mouth sucking it gently putting your hands on his thighs you started to bob your head up and down his length, Dion let out a soft moan as he softly combed your hair with his fingers

You pulled your head back taking his length out of your mouth “Y-Y/N? I-Is something wrong…?” you ignored the prince as you took two of your fingers in and out your mouth wetting them with your saliva you moved your hand around his leg and into his backside, you rubbed around the outer edges of his hole, you pushed inside it, Dion let out a high pitched moan as you gently moved your fingers in and out of him, you took his cock back into your mouth taking it as deep as you could

Dion let out another moan as he took his hand to his mouth in some attempt to silence himself, you continued to bob your head up and down, building a steady rhythm using your tongue to lick all over his length you continued bobbing your head up and down until you heard Dion softly whimper “Y-Y/N P-Please…. I’m close…” you dragged your head back taking his length out of your mouth as you took him into your hand gently closing your fingers around his length you started stroking him up and down when he suddenly let out a loud shaky moan as he released into your hand, hot seed dripping from your fingers, you looked up at your prince he still had his hand around his mouth, his eyes were watery and half lidded, his breath agitated

He sat back into the mattress of the bed, you rose up from your kneeling position and started undoing your clothes, you noticed Dion staring at your well built chest and arms as you removed your shirt “Enjoying the view your grace?” you asked ogling his own beautiful body back

“Very…” he said smiling “Now come to me” he said laying back in the red silken sheets of the bed and that was all the encouragement you needed as you crawled into bed positioning yourself on top of him, you caressed his cheek and closed your distance enjoying every bit of his soft lips against yours with every kiss after kiss being messier than the last one until you finally pulled back

You locked eyes with him, it was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen, even the giant waterfalls of Altissia paled in comparison to the beauty of the prince of Sanbreque below you, his now messy golden locks sprawled against the pillow, his beautiful amber brown eyes looking directly into yours, his half erect cock resting against his stomach

You took your hand to his face, caressing his cheek, you brought two fingers to Dion’s mouth, he parted his beautiful lips allowing entrance into his mouth, you felt his tongue lick them up and down, you slide your now wet fingers out of his mouth and bring them down to his entrance, Dion takes a sharp breath as you gently push them inside of him, your cock twitches and you feel a quiver of anticipation as you feel him around your fingers, you slide your fingers out of him only to push them back in and out, the prince lets out soft shaky moans as you quickened the pace of your fingers, after some more moments of fucking the prince’s hole with your fingers he let out a high pitch whine as you pulled your fingers out of his entrance

You positioned yourself in between the prince’s spread legs, caressing his thighs you dove into the prince’s neck landing kiss after kiss, your hands wandering around his hips wanting to feel as much of his silky skin as you could, your teeth nibbled at the skin of his neck as you heard the prince let out a playful whine, “Y-Y/N I can’t wait any longer please take me!”

That was all the encouragement you needed as you grabbed your throbbing length aligning it with his entrance, Dion took a sharp a breath as you sunk yourself into him, you let out a low groan as you felt every inch of your cock being wrapped by his tight warm walls, putting your hands on his hips you pulled back and thrusted back in again, thrust after thrust what brought you most pleasure was seeing Dion’s teary expression lost in pleasure, hearing his soft moans and whimpers as you sunk yourself into him again and again

He wrapped his legs around your hips and his arms around your neck, your lips sharing kiss after kiss as you thrusted into him muffling his moans with your mouth, one your hands wandered down his back groping and grabbing every bit you could of his plump backside as the other grabbed his cock stroking up and down his length

You couldn’t tell how time had passed in the passion of your lovemaking, the two of you now were now slick with sweat, breath ragged lost in pleasure as Dion held onto you with every bit of strength he had, his head rested on the crook of your neck, his throat aching as he loudly whimpered every time you thrusted into him, one of his hands caressing the back of your neck, you could feel yourself coming closer, your thrust becoming erratic as you sought your release, your grip tightened around his cock and you quickened the pace of your strokes, until finally you pulled back only to sink yourself into him once more deeper than you’ve ever been since your lovemaking started, with a low groan you felt yourself release inside the prince, his legs tightened around you and his hand on your head pulled you closer as you felt his warm seed release into your hand once again

Both your breaths slowly stabilizing as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking, you pushed yourself off him and laid to the side sharing one more kiss as you whispered “My beloved, I am yours forever”

i luv dion so much bijbgidjbgidbg dont get me wrong i also love terence so i love dion and terence BUT I ALSO LOVE DION AND TERENCE but this is was all mostly cuz i had this whole fantasy in my head ᵃ ᶠᶦⁿᵃˡ ᶠᵃⁿᵗᵃˢʸ notice how i made the reader leviathan in the first part but never mentioned it again i dunno im just weird like that honestly id love to write more levi!reader x dion but only this 1000 words took me like 2 days, i have a newfound respect for writers NOT THAT I DIDNT BEFORE MIND U just more now also also also if any writer is reading this PLEASE feel free ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶦᵈᵉᵃ ᵒᶠ ˡᵉᵛᶦ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˣ ᵈᶦᵒⁿ ᵒʳ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡᵉᵛᶦ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶦⁿ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃˡ ᶜᵘᶻ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗˡʸ ᶦᵐ ˢᵒ ᵒᵇˢᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦᵈᵉᵃ ᶦᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃ ¹⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰⁰ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ᶠᶦᶜ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ but yes now that this is whole brainrot is out of my system ᶦᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷˢ ᵖʳᵉ ᶜᵃˡᶜ ᵖˡˢ ᵈᵐ ᵐᵉ

#male reader x dion #male reader x dion lesage #male reader x ffxvi #male reader #top male reader #ffxvi #ffxvi smut #smut #does order matter in tags?#dion lesage #dion lesage x male reader #Dion Lesage x Male Reader #Dion Lesage x male reader #does this matter i dunno #terence smut when #final fantasy 16

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michpat6 · 6 months

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It starts, innocently enough, as a dream about Jill.

Not so innocently, it’s half of a memory from their first time in Dhalmekia together, where they had to enter a brothel and blend in to escape the pursuit of Kupka’s men. Jill was pressed up against him in a shadowed corner, half grinding on his lap to make it look like they were meant to be there, and it had taken all of Clive’s self-restraint and common sense not to reach between her legs before they had to move on.

In the dream, he throws his caution aside and curls two fingers inside of her, swallowing her moan and licking into her mouth to muffle the others as his thumb circles her clit once, twice, three times-

Clive, she whines into his lips, her eyes squeezed shut as she clenches around his knuckles, Please, please-

He slips a third finger inside—

Yes, Ifrit rumbles, stubble scraping against his jaw, Yes, Clive.

Clive has a wet dream about Jill that becomes a wet dream about Ifrit. When he wakes, his Eikon is eager to make the dream a reality.

When Jill walks in, she and Shiva are all too happy to help.

OR OR

A Clive/Jill and Ifrit/Shiva pseudo-foursome.

OR OR OR

im obsessed with final fantasy xvi and im making it everyone else’s problem

#ffxvi #clive rosfield #jill warrick #cliji #warfield #clive x jill #clive/jill #ffxvi ifrit #final fantasy xvi #ffxvi shiva #smut #ffxvi smut #clive rosfield smut

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zaynesaurora · 1 month

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ꜰꜰxᴠɪ ! reaction to you being sick—

ft— clive rosfield & joshua rosfield // sweating, symptoms of a common cold, fainting.

clive ! is kinda overbearing to begin with, constantly on your case about something- do you need water? food? can he get you extra blankets? he told you to wear more layers, you didn't listen.

once his mother hen questions subside though, clive is very much a 'we belong in bed until your better' kind of caretaker, revelling in being able to live a slower lifestyle if even just for a couple days at most. He'd trap you in his arms below the thickest blanket he could find, claiming that- 'sweating it out is good for you', your own dazed expression breaking just enough to cock an eyebrow at him before a fit of sneezes and caughs ensues. miraculously though it does in fact work and he's just as cocky about his remedies as he is his need to be proven right. don't worry though because being well again doesn't mean he'll be able to ease up on swaddling you, that continues no matter your state of health.

joshua ! likes to try and force you to your feet, encouraging you to do something that keeps your body in motion and your mind engaged- preaches it like its gospel as soon as you so much as mention that you may be coming down with allergies or a common cold.

only changes his tough love approach when you drop to your knees whilst walking to the nearest resting point- a distance that you would usually cover in mere minutes. Unbeknownst to you, a panicked joshua would gather you in his arms, shedding his own overcoat to cover your shivering form as he makes a bee line for an inn you guys frequent. you wake up a few hours later, a replinishing meal on your bedside- cold of course by now, and him sat in a chair at the end of your bed. his neck bent an angle you can only expect to be uncomfortable as he snores into his palms. next time you so much as look pale he's gonna sit you down immediately.

#myths—#ffxvi #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #ff16 #ffxvi fluff #clive rosfield x reader smut #clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield fluff #joshua rosield fluff #joshua rosfield x reader fluff #joshua rosfield x reader #joshua rosfield #clive rosfield #final fantasy 16 fluff

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kawaiixriot · 10 months

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FFXVI SPOILERS

WHY DIDNT ANYONE GIVE YO GIRL A WARNING I MEAN JESUS CHRIST

#I mean SQUARE I MIGHT BE ABLE TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT I MIGHT NEVER SEE CID NAKED IN THIS GAME BUT THIS MAKES UP FOR IT #before y’all say it’s not that serious it is that serious you don’t understand #I am OBSESSED with Clive like #and your telling me that I wrote a Clive smut fic before I saw this scene #it’s fucking on now #also this is a lie bc if Jill was hugging him his dick would be standing up #ffxvi spoilers #ffxvi #clive rosfield #I literally started screaming and paused the game because my aunt came to my door #I am weak #I’m so djjsjsjs #final fantasy 16 #Clive #ff16 #final fantasy just got serious #Torgal is me that whole scene #just fucking 👀👀👀‼️‼️

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geekout-f-t-w · 9 months

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I'm Writing Again

New fandom, new muse-- i just sat down after a 3 year dry spell and wrote almost 10k words about these two adorably damaged boys and i am not even remotely sorry.

Porn with LOTS of feelings; Clive/Cid-- canon compliant into fix it, so spoilers for some of the early story plots. (exerpt below)

“Oh don’t thank me yet,” he huffs, “we haven’t even gotten started.” It takes everything in him to keep his hands to himself as Clive moves forward, tentatively placing a knee on either side of Cid’s hips and settling in his lap. Clive needs this- well, arguably Cid needs it too, and has wanted it for a while- but Clive needs it more than he does so he watches and waits. Clive settles his weight, and only when he rests both his hands on Cid’s shoulders and scoots in even closer does Cid allow himself to touch, his hands coming to rest on Clive’s slim hips, thumbs sliding along the skin just above his trousers.

“I was expecting to have more of an argument,” Clive breathes with a small smile.

“I may not be easy but there’s no sense in denying myself some fun.”

Clive shifts forward again, a warm weight in all the right places and Cid hums happily. “I thought I wasn’t your type.” Cid appreciates the snark in the use of his own words against him.

“Yes well, just ‘cause you think something, it doesn’t make it true.” Cid reaches up, his hand resting on the back of Clive’s neck as Clive leans in, resting his forehead against Cid’s, sharing his air as their breathing starts to come quicker. Cid brushes his lips against the brand on Clive’s skin, a gentle and reverent touch that Clive initially shies away from, but as Cid continues his feather light touches Clive relaxes, leaning into him as his lips ghost across Cid’s.

“I need you.” It’s said so softly Cid almost isn’t sure he heard it, but he reacts anyway, arms sliding up Clive’s lower back and closing the last bit of distance between them. Clive’s arms wrap around his neck and their lips meet.

#final fantasy 16 #cid x clive #clive rosfield #cidolfus telamon #ffxvi #i got feelings in my smut #i love them your honor

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findtheflamexvi · 9 months

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Title: In your dreams.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, pleasure...

Pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x FemReader.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI

—How does it feel to be between the king's legs?

You would like to answer his question, but your mouth is too busy to do so you simply make an amused sound through your nose, a pleasant snort that brings a soft smile in Barnabas' lips.

You look up as your tongue continues to soothe the ever taciturn monarch. And when you do, when you see those deep blue eyes, a shiver runs down your spine forcing you to look away. It is then that you see his tempting lips, and think how much you want Barnabas to devour you.

—Be careful, my dear—he murmurs coldly and softly— you are straying from your duties.

And it is true. Because you are here to please him, not the other way round. Never the other way around. It is only in your wettest dreams that you allow yourself to imagine the forbidden. Where the king is prostrate before you, eating you, kissing you, licking you. In your dreams it is his hands that explore the inside of your body, while his rough quiet voice sings in your ear a prayer of desire.

In your dreams the king desires you.

In your dreams the king dreams you.

In your dreams the king rides you.

But here, in the present, it is he who dominates you. And boy, do you like it, almost as much as he does.

Barnabas holds the moan between his lips. He never allows himself to fully express his emotions, but you know the day will come when the king of Waloed will embrace your naked body as he gives you the full sound of his orgasms.

#ff16 barnabas #barnabas tharmr #barnabas tharmr x reader #barnabas x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #barnabas x you #final fantasy xvi #ffxvi #ff16

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cryptictongues · 4 months

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To Kiss is to Hunger

pairing: Joshua Rosfield x Fem!Reader rating: Mature word count: 5.0K summary: You are terrified to kiss Joshua. Joshua has an idea to remedy that.

warnings: practice kissing, grinding, touching, intimacy, mutual pining, insecurities and self-doubt, just straight up romance

Author’s Notes: Ngl I know I said it would be a little frisky, but just so happens I made it just a little bit friskier because Joshua is just a touch starved man. Just a heads up, please read my pinned post before following me! Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked as this blog’s content is NSFW.

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You couldn’t fathom why you are in the Shelves this late into the night. ‘It’s silly.” You think, walking around, trying to find anything to help you with your little dilemma. You tried to put your brain to rest, to calm its ravenous thoughts of anxiety, but the efforts were futile. And it is all because a teasing strawberry blond tried to kiss you.

You and the young Lord got quite close after his arrival to the Hideaway. You help out as a barmaid for Molly in the Ale House, and the first night of Joshua being out of the infirmary after the fall of Drake’s Tail had been all the talk. You would overhear conversations about how charming he was, how he was very knowledgeable about the lands of Valisthea, and how he is the brother of the leader of the Hideaway. He piqued your curiosity, as most newcomers do, but you didn’t think anything to come of it.

There was one night, however, where service wasn’t off its rig, and you had decided to take that time to practice your reading. Reading and writing are forbidden practices for Branded, and you were only able to learn reading due to old, scribbled writings thrown into the trash bins. You would rummage through for every written scrap in the dead of night and return it before your enslavers came to. To you, it was a piece to the puzzle of your freedom. But only a piece.

You were reading an old children’s fairytale: a prince in search of the long-lost princess who searched day and night to find her. You were immersed, so much so you hadn’t noticed the presence in front of you, seemingly still but present all the same.

“Ah, I read that story many times as a child. A true classic.”

Your head had snapped so far back you thought you would’ve fallen backwards. Your eyes jumped until they landed on the man before you, and you remember how wonderstruck you felt. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen, and the way he was looking at you had your stomach producing butterflies. You felt a sense of embarrassment, however, as the book you were reading was adapted for children. You knew those born with a silver spoon were highly educated, so to have someone as handsome and surely intelligent as he watching you read made you nervous to be a laughing stock.

“Yeah, but it’s more of a watered down version of it. I’m sure I’ll get to read the original someday.” You had awkwardly explained, waiting for him to make a joke of your lack of ability to read at a level that matched your maturity. That joke, however, never came. He stayed and asked you questions, such as who your favorite character was, what your favorite part of the story was, and so on. That conversation led beyond the book, and it is a fond memory of the golden boy.

It wasn’t long after that he offered to tutor you and made an extraordinary effort to give you books about topics you liked. Hell, he would even bring books back from long expeditions that him, Clive, and Jill would go on. “I found this story about sea fairies that I thought you would like.” “I saw a merchant selling a copy of this book I think you’ll enjoy.” “This book made me think of you.”

After many nights and days passing, it had become apparent that your heart had let him in, and you were relieved to know that his heart blazed for you also. However, unlike you, he is very evident about how he shows his feelings for you. He initiated the first hand holding, the first embrace, every tender moment you both have shared has been started by him. It makes you nervous, he makes you nervous, but in a conflicting way because you want everything he has to offer, yet your life of being treated less than for so long has put in the fear of not being enough. You fear you will misstep, embarrass yourself, he will realize he can have someone better, and let you down gently. He is a gentleman, after all.

All of the insecurities and doubts you hold have led you to the shelves due to this past evening's events.

A gathering of many members of the Hideaway was taking place, enjoying each other’s company, exchanging stories from the road, and eating and drinking so good that spirits were at an all time high. About halfway through the evening, Joshua and Clive had returned from their mission that had kept them away for well over a week, and joined everyone in the festivities. You could feel Joshua’s eyes on you constantly as you worked, soft gazes in your direction as you brought over more ale. You hadn’t seen each other since he had left, and you could see from the look in his eyes that he wanted you close, longing for your time.

And you weren’t the only one to sense it.

“Go on.” You heard Molly speak as you polished the cups.

“Hmmm?” You turned to see her smirking at you, nudging her head in the direction of the young Rosfield.

“You are free of your duties. You spend some time with everyone, especially you know who.”

You shook your head, your cheeks flushed. “I appreciate it, but Molly there is a lot to clean up. I can’t ask you to do this all by yourself.”

“Nonsense.” She scoffed, walking to you, taking the scrub and cup out of your hands, only to set them aside to grab your own. “We all deserve a little down time. Please, I insist.”

You hesitated, and her eyes softened. “In these troubling times, every moment counts; for anything can happen at any time. We must be selfish with our time.”

That alone had set you into motion. You had walked over to sit beside him, hip to hip, his arm draped around your side with his head leaning slightly against your own as Clive shared his and his brother’s adventures.

You could tell Joshua was more touchy than normal, not that you minded. You would feel him squeeze you from time to time. If you shifted slightly, he would adjust so you were still close to him. You would feel him turn his head to bury his face into your hair, gentle caresses of his lips against your scalp. No words were spoken between the two of you, just enjoying the night together with everyone. But even nights like these had to end.

You called it a night, telling everyone that you were going to head to the bed chambers, but not before Joshua insisted on walking you there. The two of you had bid goodnight to the others, and with your hand in Joshua’s grasp, the two of you walked to the bed chambers, small talk between the two of you as you both headed there slowly.

“I can’t believe you let Clive do that.” You giggled, Joshua’s story about his older brother shoving a carrot into his mouth to make him sick.

“He had reason, for we were in an unfortunate situation. We needed a reason to slip away.” Joshua grimaced, vaguely remembering the taste of the raw carrot. “Besides, I have always had a soft spot for my brother. I’d do anything for him.”

“I know having him back in your life has been a gift.” You smiled, waving his arm back and forth as you both approached the bed chambers. He pulled your arm back gently, causing you to turn into his arms. The way he was looking at you left you speechless; a thousand words being spoken through one look.

“Why yes, it has truly been a gift by the Founder to be reunited with my brother.” He brings your hand up to his chest, right above his heart; the thumping gingerly warming up your palm. “It has also been a gift to have the honor of being allowed your time, my lady.”

You shook your head, but before you could’ve said anything, Joshua had spoken once more. “On the topic of gifts, I have something for you.”

He slipped his free hand into the large pouch of his belt and pulled out what you can see is a book. He placed the book in both of your hands, grazing them before allowing you to inspect it. You recognized the artistry of the book: hardbound leather, intricate gold lining, and a sturdy weight in your hand. You looked at the title and you found yourself releasing a shaky breath.

“I thought you said there were no more copies.” You whispered, in disbelief as to what you were seeing. Enchanting thy Fair Maiden. It was a copy of a book Joshua has praised over. He would recite lines to you from what he memorized as a child, and you would ask him to retell them to you over and over again, never tiring from hearing his smooth voice telling you a tale.

“It took some bartering, but it was worth it if it means I could grant you a copy.”

Snapping from your mind, you looked to him, shaking your head in disbelief. “Joshua, I can’t accept this. This is one of your favorite stories. You should keep it.”

You tried pushing the book back into Joshua’s, but not before him grasping both of your hands and gently pushing it back into your vicinity. “My lady.” He begged. “I can reassure you that nothing would please me more than you accepting this gift.”

You stayed silent for a moment, a brief pause in the timeline aside from you and him, before smiling shyly, looking away from him in a flush. “I will cherish this for all days, Joshua. Maybe you can read it to me properly sometime.”

“Anything for you, dearest.”

Your gaze stayed down, not knowing how to bid farewell for the night, before you felt Joshua’s hand lightly touch your cheek, lifting your face for him to look upon. You sensed a certain hesitancy, his eyes seeking for something on your face before landing back on your own.

“May I try something?”

Everything started to go slow and fast at the same time, your mind racing and hyper focusing on every detail. You focused on how much closer Joshua had gotten to you, how his body heat had your body melting tenfold, how his face leaned down to yours, his hand stroking your cheek. You realized what he was asking to do: he was asking to kiss you.

Sudden flashes of self-doubt came crashing down onto you, Joshua’s hand on your branded cheek making you feel self-conscious. What is he doing? How can he want to kiss me? Oh, Greagor be with me, I have never kissed anyone. I am going to make a fool of myself!

Out of reflex and fear, you stepped back and away from Joshua’s reach. He looked startled, not expecting your reaction, and all you could do was stare at him as you calmed your heart down. You felt embarrassment shudder down your spine, but you knew that it would have been worse if you had attempted to kiss him.

You tried to shrug it off, chuckling awkwardly as if that would erase the last few seconds of shame you felt. “It is late. I’m afraid I must turn in. Goodnight, Joshua.”

You flung the chamber door open and closed it just as fast without a glance in Joshua’s direction, your back hitting the wood as you worked your anxieties down.

Now you’ve really done it stupid stupid STUPID!

So here you are, looking for a kissing manual that doesn’t exist.

“I can’t believe it has come to this.” You moan, shaking your head at how pathetic you currently feel. You want to kiss him; of course you want to kiss him! But the thought of kissing him and making a complete fool out of yourself has strung itself high in your head. You will do anything to ease your anxieties, and if finding literature that will help you is the way, then so be it.

You keep searching the shelves, and finally you see something that catches your attention. You see a book with a deep red spine, and immediately you become curious. Red means romance which maybe means kissing, right? you think and go to reach for it, your tippy toes giving you an extra inch that helps you grab the old spine of the book. Once the book is grasped, you give it a once over and what you see is nothing at all. The book has no title, no author, no nothing. Just hardbound leather that looks as if it had been dyed with blood.

You move to sit at a table, the kissing debacle hiding in the back of your skull as a new curiosity peeks. You stare at the book intently, like it was going to open up for you to tell you all of its secrets. A book with no visible identity, no mark.

The curiosity killed the cat as you finally flipped it open, the crackle of the pages singing, showing its age. The first few pages are barren with no offering until you reach the first official page. You read, smiling because you can read everything on the page in comprehension, but also because it’s a love poem. You never have had the chance to read poetry thus far, so this was a treat for you. Just the thing I need to ease my mind.

You continue reading the poems, most being about love, companionship, and things in the realm of romance. As you read them, you picture Joshua and yourself, like the two of you were living in the reality of this book full of lovely prose. In a way, it makes you recognize that maybe what Joshua sees in you is what you are imagining right now: a lover, a partner for life. You feel a sense of confidence swell in you, so you read on, addicted to the words written out.

Until you get to the next page.

What you read next halts your breathing, slowing it down to stop fire from growing in your chest. This poem is about the same things previously stated, love, romance, companionship, but in a much more intimate form. The words strung together formed the most erotic sentences, words of longing for the senses. They make you blush hotly; they make you antsy in your chair while locked in, but most especially they make your mind run wild with fantasies of you and him.

Oh, you and him.

You mind wanders as you read, zoning out into a reality where you exude the confidence to give into Joshua’s desires and more. The words dig into your skin, warming you up that your thin nightgown felt like plenty of layers on this cool night. You are so immersed that you don’t hear the large doors open, and the calling of your name feels like a figment of your imagination. It’s not until you feel the warmth on your shoulders that you are brought back, feeling like a bucket of cold water has been dropped over your head from the cold sweat.

You slam the book shut, turning so quickly that the room starts to spin before the warmth on your shoulders grows firm, steadying you in your seat. You look to see Joshua staring at you, worry showing on his face seemingly from your reaction. “I deeply apologize, my lady. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

You breathe a chuckle, seeing him here at a time like this would be your luck. You cross your arms, becoming extremely aware of your lack of clothing under his gaze. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same of you.” He retorts and pulls out a chair to sit facing you. “Truthfully, I couldn’t sleep much. I came here to see if doing more research would tire me, but it seems fate has chosen a more direct route to my restlessness.”

You see why he can’t sleep, and sigh because this is from your doing. “Joshua, you have nothing to fret over. You did nothing wrong.”

“But I’m afraid you are wrong, my lady. I shouldn’t have been so forward, and to know I put you in an uncomfortable position upsets me greatly. I would never dream of making you uneasy, and for my mishaps I must apologize to you. I cannot bear the thought of you keeping your distance because of my foolishness.”

You watch him as he apologizes for his directness, which internally makes you laugh because that isn’t the issue. You love his directness, just as he is being direct with you right now. It’s you. It’s your cowardice for wanting something more and not having the courage to pursue because of the what ifs, the buts, the howevers. It’s your fear of rejection because of your lived experiences. It’s you, not him.

“Joshua.” You state, moving to grab his hands within your own. “You did nothing wrong.”

“My lady, please I-”

“Shhh,” you hush. “Let me speak.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, and I apologize for making you feel you need to.” You exhale, preparing to open yourself up for display. “It’s all me. I’m inexperienced, and I’ve been viewed as nothing for so long that I’m fearful that one misstep will set you away; that you can have someone who knows what they are doing and have the confidence to show for it.”

“Is that really what this is about?” Joshua asks.

You nod, looking down at the two of your intertwined hands. You see Joshua’s hands pull away from yours and your breath shakes. This is it. He is going to leave. That’s until you feel the heat that only the Phoenix could exude on your cheeks, your head being brought up to see him smiling. “My dearest,” Joshua whispers, as if talking any louder would damn him. “You are my everything, for you have captured me: mind, body, and soul. Also, your inexperience mirrors mine, I can assure you.”

Your eyes widen. “There is no way that can be true. You are a Lord.”

He’s laughing now, shaking his head as his hands go back to you, grasping them with care. “I was only a child then. Besides, the Undying were very protective of me under their care. There was no time nor place for such things. Even then, the only person that was always allowed in my vicinity was Jote, and we have never viewed each other romantically.”

“So, there really has been no one?” You whisper, your mind stuck between disbelief and credence.

“No. Not until now.” He squeezes your hands. “My heart belongs to you, and you alone. There is no one else I’d rather give myself to.”

You shiver, the idea of experiencing forms of intimacy together for the first time spreads a raging fire in your stomach. “You sure have a way with words, Joshua Rosfield.”

“You can thank all of the romance novels I read in my youth.” He chuckles. “Speaking of books, what were you reading?”

“What?” You ask, forgetting about the erotica sitting inches away from you.

“The book you were reading. I don’t believe I have read that one yet. May I take a look?”

You are panicking, knowing the contents of the book and who is asking to take a peek. You go to grab it, reacting as fast as you could, but alas you reacted too late. Joshua now has the book, opening the page you had left off on, and starts to read. You see his eyes go wide, his pupils dilating, his fingers fidgeting against the page he is holding. You freak out, going to reach for the book before he reads further. “Okay Joshua, that’s enough.” A smile creeps up slowly on his face, humming as he moves to stand up before your fingertips touch the book, backing away slowly as he continues. You stand up, walking up to him to get that god forsaken book away from him.

“Oh Joshua, please give me back the book!” You panic.

“By the Founder, what possessed you to read this smut?” Joshua smirks, seamlessly avoiding your grabby hands as he reads the pages. “Especially in the middle of the night?”

He wasn’t meant to see this! He wasn’t meant to see you reading the abhorrent words you were consuming. He wasn’t meant to see you like this in your flimsy gown. Damn me! Why did I not cover up more?!

“To taste the lips is to be fulfilled, for the instinct of man is to claim, conquer, and revel in the midst of her flesh. To kiss is to hunger, to feast among the softest of petals that call to him, beckoning for his return to get both of their fills.”

You are internally screaming now. You can’t believe he is tormenting you like this. You are still reaching for the book, desperate for this nightmare to end, before you hear an “oomph” as Joshua’s back collides into one of the shelves. You snatch the book from him, running back to put it back where it came from. “Okay, enough please!”

“Forgive me.” Joshua says, although it is said with a devilish grin. “I just didn’t know you had such… exquisite taste.”

“I didn’t even know what was in the book when I pulled it.” You say defensively, hands waving manically in front of you like they would make you more convincing. “I was just trying to find something that would help give me the courage.”

As if that isn’t as embarrassing, or even more so.

“What if we do something that helps us both gain courage? A practice session if you will.” Joshua says from the other side of the room, keeping his distance to see what tone you will take.

“What do you have in mind?” You draw out nervously, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation.

Joshua walks back over to where you both had sat, moving the chair so it was facing you before sitting down. He rubs his thighs a little as if he needed to warm them up, before patting his lap. “Come take a seat.”

Instinct has you taking a step forward before a hitch finds itself in your feet, stopping them all together.

“Do you trust me?” He asks sincerely.

“Of course, I do.” You quickly blurt out, as if answering a second later would draw doubt.

He smiles, his hand reaching out to invite you over. “Then please, my dearest, come to me.”

You take a deep breath and walk over till you stand before him. You grasp his hand, tingles running up your arm as he pulls you to him and guides you onto his lap. Your hands move to steady yourself on his shoulders, while he places his hands on your lower back to support you. Your legs dangle on either side of the chair, your gown riding up your thighs which you are all too aware of. However, you note that Joshua is only looking at you, gauging to see where your head is. “Is this okay, my lady?”

“Mhmm.” You hum, trying to calm your rapid heart. This is so intimate, too intimate, but you want it. You want him. You want to create every kind of intimacy with him, and this is a start. You knew that it is time to take that leap, especially since he will take that leap with you.

“Joshua,” you murmur, eyes still on his. “Will you kiss me?”

“As you wish, my love.”

You close your eyes, leaning in slightly to show that you aren’t backing out. You feel one of Joshua’s hands move to your left cheek, your branded cheek, tracing it with his thumb gently. Soon you feel him move forward, his forehead sitting against yours, his breath hitting your lips in puffs. The anticipation was killing you, your hands squeezing his shoulders to urge him on, and before you know it his lips are against your own. The kiss is light, a sweet peck before pulling away slightly, only to go back to give one more. You both are testing the waters, giving into each other slowly until the two of you start to grow peckish.

The kiss is gradual, pecks graduating to long lip locks and more movement. Your hands have found homage in Joshua’s hair, gripping not too hard but enough to show him how much you are enjoying him. His hands found their way to the crease of your hips, gripping the flesh to keep you in place. You can feel yourself growing restless, needing more of him within your senses.

It’s like he can read your mind as his hands bring your body closer. A gasp leaves your lips as his groin settles against your heat, leaving your head spinning. His kisses become feverish, his hands roaming up and down your thighs, your nightgown receding higher in the process. You sense satiability is nowhere in sight, the movements of his body proving to you that the absence of intimate touch has turned him into a depraved man. Because even though Joshua Rosfield is a gentleman with a heart of selflessness, he is still a man with selfish desires and needs.

Your hands go back to grip at his shoulders, trying to calm yourself from his ministrations. A wetness hits your lips, and your mouth opens willingly, needing to taste him further. Your tongues melt together, creating a unique taste between the two of you that’s so addicting you don’t know how either of you will stop. You lean more into him, your hands going back to his hair to control his movements, causing him to groan in the most sinful way. You pull away, giggling knowing you got him to make such pretty sounds. The confidence from it goes straight to your head, going right back in for his lips to have him make more delicious sounds.

A deep feral groan is released from Joshua’s throat, causing him to pull away in heavy breaths. He looks at you with hazy eyes, smiling deliriously. “You will be the death of me, my love.”

Your hands are now trailing from his hair to his chest, your hands running up and down the fabric of his tunic, feeling the toned body beneath it all. Your head leans back against his forehead, both of your breaths heavy on each other’s lips. “Then shall death keep us together, never parted.”

Joshua leans up back to your lips, kissing you hungrily, your declaration causing him to hunger for more. You still had the high ground, you being on top giving you more opportunity to take the lead. You knew this could be too soon, a little risky, but your sureness that Joshua feels the same hunger as you do is enough to convince you. You start to grind down slowly on top of him, your undergarments and his matching tunic pants the only barriers.

“Fuck,” Joshua draws out breathless, his arms coming up to wrap around you to ground himself.

“Does that feel good, my Lord?” You smile, feeling over the moon that you are making him act this way.

“You have no idea.” Joshua gasps. “You have turned me into a new man.”

You giggle as you continue your movements. “Is that so?”

“By the Founder, yes!” He groans loudly at a particular movement of your hips. “How about I show you.”

Suddenly you are being lifted up, your butt settled onto a hard surface, legs spread apart by Joshua’s hips, and warm lips ravishing your own. Your nightgown is definitely way past your legs now, bunched up at your hips with Joshua’s hands right under the fabric. This new side of Joshua has you addicted, the push and pull the both of you are playing at exciting you more. You release his lips and lean up to his neck, nipping at the skin at the juncture of his neck and jaw. His breath hitches, leaning into you as you nip and kiss his neck. It’s as if he is hypnotized by your love bites, casting a spell on him. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you, but in an instant everything stops.

You open your eyes to see Joshua breathing hard, his hands gripping the table. Your hands go to his face, worry etching into your brain. “Darling, did I do something wrong?”

Joshua laughs, his eyes opening to look right back at you. “Absolutely not.” His hands go to yours on his face, holding onto each one as he brings them down. “I just don’t want to accomplish everything in one night, especially here in the Shelves.”

He pulls you up to your feet, your hands still in his as he looks at you with the brightest smile on his face. “I want to have time to savor you when the time is right.”

Even after all of that, he is still ever the gentleman.

“I agree. I’m sorry if I went too far.” You chuckle, a tinge of embarrassment in your tone.

Joshua embraces you, his head tucked into your neck. “You have nothing to apologize for. I hope you don’t think I had ulterior motives.”

“Never,” you say quickly, squeezing him to you.

“We should head back to our respective beds before people notice we’ve disappeared.” Joshua hums.

You hum in agreement and pull back, so you are now under Joshua’s arm. Both of you head out the doors of the Shelves into the cool night air. You shiver, and Joshua brings you in closer to shield you from the cold. He walks you back to the bed chambers, and before he departs, he places a light kiss on your lips, causing your eyes to flutter close at the bliss you feel in the moment.

“Goodnight, my dearest. I shall see you in the morning.” Joshua says after he pulls away.

“Goodnight, Joshua. But before you go, may I request something?”

“Anything for you, my dearest.”

“Can we practice some more later? You are my tutor after all.” And my lover, my partner for life.

Joshua beams at you. “I would love nothing more.”

#joshua rosfield x reader #joshua rosfield fluff #joshua rosfield smut #ffxvi x reader #ffxvi #joshua rosfield #joshua x reader #my fics #final fantasy xvi

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inkyclive · 9 months

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some more thoughts for science and funsies

do you think cid is open to sharing? not to just like anyone, more specifically gav?

gav who always watches over the princess when he’s gone? gav who always has his baby girl’s interests at heart?

surely that’s worth a reward right? at the very least a show. and if cid is feeling super generous maybe gav even earned a few participation points ??? 🥹🐥

YES, 100%!!!! i can see cid sharing with gav, especially since they’re close and he trusts him, he knows gav does everything he possibly can, everything in his power, to keep his lil princess safe when cid’s away, and cid greatly appreciates that. it enables him to leave her with minimal anxiety because he knows she’s going to be well looked after + taken care of, even if gav does spoil her a little too much, and cid comes home to a baby that’s extra bratty, extra entitled, extra clingy <3 (not that he necessarily minds, of course)

honestly, cid doesn’t strike me to be someone who is extremely selfish or possessive. i think he’s extremely protective, so like you said he wouldn’t share with just anyone, but people he believes genuinely have your best interests at heart, and people he himself loves and trusts, are okay in his book. if they’ve earned it, if he thinks they’re deserving of it, then yeah he’s up to sharing! i could also see him sharing with clive!!! lately i have this idea bouncing around in my lil head of reader/you/us being her bratty, slutty, needy self and being extremely playful and teasing with clive, especially when he’s v new to the hideaway c: just flustering him, ‘accidentally’ flashing him her pretty panties or putting a dainty palm a little too high on his thigh to be appropriate, generally seeing how far she can push until he breaks—gets mad or gives in, not knowing is half the fun!—and then getting to make it up to him (or get punished! by him or cid or both <3).

cid thinks it’s pretty cute, thinks it’s pretty amusing, can’t help but chuckle to himself with a fond shake of his head when he sees her bending over in front of clive or touching him or batting pretty lashes at him as she says something borderline indecent and giggles at the way he chokes on his words or sputters and gargles his drink or growls about how she’s being inappropriate and she should stop this instant <3 cid’s pretty curious to see just how far she can push, too, and how clive will react when he finally snaps and loses it. will he take matters into his own hands immediately, grabbing lil princess’s wrists in a single large palm and shoving her against the wall and snarling at her to cut it out already? will he give into all of her teasing because he just can’t take it anymore, bending her over the nearest surface in a thick lust-and-anger induced haze and pounding the life out of her without thinking twice about it? will he come to cid with shame in his eyes and remorse in his voice and express that he doesn’t know what to do or how to handle this, worried cid might get angry at him, or her, or both? it’s a game to them both <3

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anymethynker · 10 months

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I decided to to draw Gav because I have been lacking fanart of my guy. So if you're like me, enjoy some Gav.

But there is also something that no one is talking about my boy (because there's not a lot about him at all ;-;).

GAV WITH HIS HAIR DOWN!!! I've always wondered, ever since I saw him, how he looked like with his hair down. You never see it in the game but I just know that he has to get headaches with his hair up all the time. So I made a Gav with his hair down. :]

#ff16 gav #gav #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #ff16 #ffxvi #fanart #ok so ive been thinking about writing a fic with Gav Cid and Clive #its smut #because you can never have to many of those #but i have a problem #first it will be my first proper smut I have ever wrote #and second i have another fic i need to continue writing for #so i hsve a predicament ;-;

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confusedpandabear · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 ~ Pillowtalk Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clive Rosfield/Jill Warrick Characters: Clive Rosfield, Jill Warrick, Otto (Final Fantasy XVI), Charon (Final Fantasy XVI), Gav (Final Fantasy XVI) Additional Tags: Rating: M, Fluff and Smut, Making Love, Kind of..., Clive x Jill, they're in LOVE your honour, Gav being Gav, No Plot/Plotless, Smut with no plot, Clive just wants to have some time alone with his wife is that too much to ask Summary: When Clive comes home after weeks of being away, there’s only one person he wants to see. Read here below or on AO3!

Pillowtalk by Confused Panda Bear

Clive rose to his feet, steadying himself against the sailboats mast to watch the Hideaway appear on the horizon.

He had been gone almost two weeks; some errands that had held him up in Sanbreque longer than he intended. Two weeks too long, it felt, especially since Jill had stayed behind this time—admittedly, at his insistence as well as Tarja’s—to rest after their last encounter with Barnabas Tharmr.

She had contended this, of course. Even without her Eikon, she could still look after herself, she said, but his decision had been final. It did not stop him from regretting it, however, especially in the moments on the road where he would have looked to her to find the strength to go on behind her smile.

“Alright, lover boy,” said Obolus as they docked. “Home sweet home.”

With a quiet thanks, Clive practically leapt out of the vessel and onto the pier.

He had not made it four steps before he was assailed into conversation with the carpenter on some repairs, and then in another with Mid and her requests for more materials—and by the time he got to the lift that would take him up to the atrium, he had already given his hasty consent to whatever tasks or commissions asked of him to at least five different people.

Otto, most of all, felt the greatest entitlement to his attention.

“Clive! Welcome home…”

He had galvanised him the moment Clive stepped out of the lift, chewing his ear off about something or other and oblivious to the way Clive hardly met his gaze as he craned his head toward the entrance of the main hall, where Jill had greeted him last time he had been away.

Yes, he was home, he thinks, but it never really felt like so until she was in his arms.

“...And then there’s the issue with the delivery—”

“—Otto,” Clive cut into his ramblings, abruptly enough to stagger. “Can this wait?”

The older man looked as if he was going to protest but was not afforded the time to, when Clive took off towards the stairs to the main hall and was darting up them two steps at a time.

“She’s in yer chambers!” Charon called out to him without a word of greeting, chuckling as Clive could only offer her a nod of thanks, taking off again before she could tease him about the blush that was creeping up his neck.

He made for the double doors of his room and all but burst through them, startling the slight frame of her leaning over his desk and studying some papers.

“Jill?”

Her voice was hushed, surprised and relieved all at once.

“Clive…”

She straightened up to greet him and he was by her side in two, long strides.

She opened up her arms to him and he gladly walked into them, grasping her face with both hands as he brought her lips to his.

The kiss is sweet, like a lovers should be, but there is a desperation behind it that is all the more pronounced by the way Clive backs her up against the desk and seals her body against his by the shape of her hips.

The contact makes her gasp and he takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

“Clive,” she holds him by the forearms when he needs to take a breath. She smiles at the way his eyebrows draw together. “How are you? Are you hurt? How did it go in Sanbreque?”

He doesn’t need to make it obvious that he’s not in the mood to chat.

“Good,” he utters, reaching for her again. “We can talk about it later.”

She has to laugh when his hands find their way underneath her thighs and she is lifted onto the surface of his desk in one fell swoop.

Without any lasting hesitation, he moves sinuously between them, aligning their hips and appraising their position with satisfied, half lidded eyes.

There was something dangerously fascinating about the raw sexual charge that emanated from him today. Like he knew exactly what he wanted from her and would not stop—would be absolutely unrelenting—until he got it.

Jill ran her hands up over the familiar topography of his chest, over the swell of his shoulders and tilted her head up to meet him in that excitement halfway.

Their lips come together again with a rumble of his appreciation reverberating to the back of her throat.

At first, it is hard to keep up with his frantic, breathless pace; his insistent hands pushing her clothes aside rather than wait the extra second to remove them.

He does make quick work of her trousers however, tearing them down to the ankles and letting them pool on the floor beneath them, his fingers taking no extra time in skimming over places where she needed them to be.

Her fingernails bite into his shoulders and he sinks two digits into her as an answer.

She breathes the most exquisite rendition of his name and he can’t help but press his lips against hers when she does, like he wanted to swallow the sound of it whole.

He works her like that, her excitement building up in layer upon layer until she can hardly get air into her lungs; and when she comes undone, he aches just from watching her, his skin pulsing and throbbing and tightening over his bones.

Drawing from her what he had sought out to do, his movements become languid, tender and loving; his kisses peppering her face and neck, light as a feather and without the scrape of his teeth and tongue.

“Clive…” Jill whines at the change of pace, and she could feel him smiling against the crook of her neck.

They had spent many evenings together since that night on the beach, acquainting himself with her body and of all of its rhythms and pleasures, so he could be perverse and ask her exactly what she wanted from him, if he felt like it.

He would have done so usually, in another situation where he felt the need to tease her and feed his ego with how much she wanted him, how much she needed him inside of her.

But when he saw the anticipation in her eyes that he was sure a mirror of his own, he answered her wordless pleas by winding an arm beneath her back and pressing her lower body against his so she could feel the outline of his desire for her.

He has to help her with his breaches because all she does is tug at them impatiently, satisfied only when she has him in the palm of her hand and is guiding him to the very core of her.

“Jill,” his head lolls back, his hips jerking towards her. “You feel so—”

“—Clive, I ‘eard you were back—!”

Frozen, mortified, their gazes snapped from each other toward the open door, where Gav had strode in and had stuttered to a halt.

His mouth drops when he sees them, bent over his desk like that, and is struggling to produce an apology that never comes when Jill and Clive yell at him in unison:

“—FUCK off, Gav!”

He not only senses their anger but sees it, glowing under Clive’s skin as he threatens to prime.

He jumps, reaches for the door and shuts it behind him with a muted: “right, yep, I’ll leave youse to it…” as he left.

Jill giggles as Clive looks down at her with a weary sigh, relieved that his cloak covered her and the both of them to enough decency.

Thankfully, the small interruption hasn’t affected his excitement, still poised between her legs and raring to go.

She tilts her head up to him as he smooths her hair away from her face, and passes his thumb over the curve of her lips that part as if to taste him.

“Now,” he murmurs lowly. “Where were we?”

He enters her with a mutual gasp and their bodies rush together in a way Jill could hardly withstand in silence.

She has to brace her hands on the edge of the desk as it moves several inches back with their movements—the strength of his hands on her waist the only thing keeping her tethered in a world that spun and shifted with the most wonderful of sensations.

He wraps her legs up higher on his hips, his pace intensifying with the increasing tension between them.

He is whispering under his breath: “fuck, fuck, fuck, Jill…” and she pulls back so that she could see the face he makes when he says her name like that.

Their eyes locked as they fell over the edge together, gasping for air and grasping for eachother.

Spent, the couple collapse onto the hard surface of his desk and he cradles the back of her head with his hand so she would not knock against it.

Shoulders heaving, Clive hides his face into her neck and the world stops for them for a single moment.

Jill, still coming down from her high, clings on for dear life to the material of his shirt, right over his heart, the beat of it wild.

Hers must have been the same, because it bursts when he mouths: “I’ve missed you,” into the heat of her skin.

“I missed you too, Clive,” she breathes as he draws back to look at her, taking in the rosy colour that had bloomed across her cheeks as a result of the exercise, giving her skin an aching luminescence.

He smiles at her weakly, and lets their foreheads touch; basking in a silent moment of just the two of them until they are forced out of the small eternity they had built by the voices gathering on the other side of his door.

“…I mean, they coulda put a hat on the door knob or summin’.” Gav’s voice, though muffled, was clear as day. “And why the desk? There was a fuckin’ bed right there…”

Clive swore under his breath and Jill pressed her lips together, holding in a laugh.

“I think they’re forming a line outside.”

“They can wait,” he said to her, gruffly.

With obvious reluctance, Clive lifts himself up from on top of her and offers a hand to help her down from off the desk—ever the gentleman.

Still in a satisfied daze, Jill allows him to lead her to the bed to catch their breaths more comfortably. They lie together on their sides, Clive hauling her close so that he could feel every line of her body against him.

She reaches out to sweep the hair from his forehead and the look he gives her is so full of love that his eyes seem clearer than she’d ever seen them before, robbed of the darkness that so often sat within them.

“You got new pillows,” he then said, out of the blue but amused, and without any real consequence.

“Yes!” Jill laughed, shaking her head at him. “I was tired of fighting you in your sleep for the only one you had! I made them myself, Hortense had some spare cloth she said I could use…”

“Have you been sleeping in here whilst I’ve been away?” he asks her with a smile, and watches as she shrinks away from him when she feels her cheeks glowing red.

“Only…for one or two nights…” Jill admits and he gives her a gentle squeeze around the middle.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Jill. It’s your room as much as it is mine…”

They look around the large space together, bare even though it had been their home for the past five years. Or, more appropriately, somewhere to crash in between their many excursions across the continent.

It was no wonder why neither of their personalities had been stamped on it, save the little corner of Clive’s keepsakes.

“…And it could certainly use a woman’s touch,” he adds, pleased with himself when Jill’s face lights up at the prospect.

“You’d let me redecorate?”

“Of course.”

He’d give her anything she asks for, he thinks.

“What would you do first?” he asks and she ponders the thought, before flashing him a wicked smile.

“Well, we should probably start with getting a lock on the door,” she says.

#panda fiction #clive x jill #ffxvi #clive rosfield #jill warrick #cliji #is that the ship name we're going for guys?#because i like #roswick #anyways enjoy the smut #i promise i'm still writing glowsticks btw #i'm just obsessed with these two right now

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