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pinkkittysaw · 8 months

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HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF

title is based off the song hungry like the wolf by duran duran

halloween night of horrors masterlist can be found here!

pairing: werewolf clive rosfield x f!reader

summary: your lover always disappears on the night of a full moon every month and you’re determined to figure out why

word count: 8,331 (don’t perceive me 🫣)

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI you will be blocked) minor plot spoilers, monsterfucking, teratophilia, knotting, blood, choking, established relationship, slight dumbification, minor breast/nipple play, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, size kink, manhandling, belly bulge/pushing, spit, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, scent kink, scratching, biting, one spank, hints of degradation, praise, pet names (sweetheart, darling, love) reader is wearing a dress

* i want to give a BIG thank you to @strawberrystepmom for answering all my anatomical questions and helping me through my writing process! she also has a werewolf fic of her own if you want to check it out ^_^

a/n: AND I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAKKKKK LIKE A GGGGGGGGG. this was inspired by the beach scene with clive and jill, iykyk. I WILL NEVER BE NORMAL AGAIN THANKS TO THEM!!truly did not expect this to get as long as it did but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

recommended listening for this fic is MONSTER by lady gaga

divider by @/benkeibear

Waves crash at your toes from where you stand on the shoreline, and the fire you made from scattered kindling on the rocky beach crackles in the background, its golden flame shining bright against the navy blue sky.

You sigh, staring into the dark ether, hoping and praying for an answer to your troubles. The cold water laps at your feet, manifesting a shiver in your spine that flows throughout the rest of your body. Grumbling, you glare back at Metia and the full moon with disdain, acting as if the two of them were in cahoots with each other, taunting you. You huff, shoving your arms to your sides with clenched fists as you continue to bitch, arguing with the moon and stars above.

"You're not even going to help me? Even though you're the cause of all this?"

Your index finger is shoved into the sky, pointing directly at the hunk of rock that floats within it, and it's not long after that gust of wind blows through you, billowing through the skirt of your pale dress, causing it to fly in right your face, a protest of sorts in response to the little tantrum you were throwing.

You fold the fabric back down onto your legs, holding its hem while letting out a snide, "Well, I hope the two of you are enjoying yourselves," before you turn your back in defiance and slosh through the ankle-deep water toward the fire, choosing to settle down on your bed roll for the night.

You shouldn't be surprised. All your prayers turned out to be for naught; it'd be foolish to think that this time would be any different.

You pout and pull your knees to your chest, settling your cheeks on the joints of your legs as you stare into the fiery embers, the sand scratching the skin between your toes as they curl into the seashore. You had long since forgone your sandals, as keeping the granules out of the material proved to be a losing battle.

"This was such a foolish idea," you mutter to yourself, choosing to reflect on the actions that brought you here.

You and Clive had been courting for several months now, and in that time you began to notice a particular pattern he developed. During the three days surrounding every full moon, he always disappeared without a trace, unable to be found anywhere in the hideaway.

It wasn't uncommon for Clive to be away from the hideout; if anything, he was probably away from it more than he wasn't, always coming to someone's aid. As long as they roamed the lands of Valisthea, he'd be there.

But after three separate occurrences of him disappearing around the same set of circumstances, it began to look less and less like a coincidence and more like a habit. The first two times he "vanished," you had attributed the cause to "business as usual," assuming he was off assisting the curse breakers or aiding in the transportation of recently freed bearers, but the longer the two of you stayed together, the more prominent his disappearances became.

You had confronted him about it once, apprehensively inquiring if he had taken on another lover during his time away. You heard the tale of his time in North Reach before he, Cid, and Jill eventually set their sights on destroying Drake's head. Maybe he'd found a courtesan at The Veil on his returning trip to Sanbreque after word of Isabelle needing his assistance came in.

He immediately shot the notion down, sympathizing with your cause of concern. He reassured you that you were the only one for him, and you believed him, of course. He's been nothing but loyal and devoted to you throughout your whole relationship so far. Even Jill stepped in and vouched for him at one point, stating that "cheating was far beneath him" and that he "treasured you more than anything else in the realm."

Yet he still didn't do much in providing an actual explanation for where he was going, stumbling through an excuse about the Mothercrystals and needing to stay away for your protection, but the risks of danger hadn't stopped him from brainstorming strategies with you before, so why now all of a sudden was he coddling you like a child? If not a secret lover, then what else could be hiding from you? Not even the collection of books residing in the Shelves provided an answer as to why your lover would disappear for three days time every full moon.

The longer this went on, the more you assumed everyone was just taking the piss out of you. Sure, most people in the hideaway were often busy with their own assignments, but you couldn't have been the only person who noticed a similar pattern of behavior, right?

You took to asking people around the hideout if they noticed a change in Clive's demeanor, with most of them stating that he'd been acting as he usually would, nothing out of the ordinary, while some others, mainly Tarja, thought it'd be funny to get a bit cheeky with you, commenting, "Wouldn't you be the one to notice if he was behaving strangely?" She means no real offense, so you try your best not to get frustrated with the more empty answers you're handed. It wasn't their fault that your lover was so cagey about his whereabouts. It's not like they were his keeper, as he was the one everyone answered to. You even took to inquiring Otto about it, though it didn't prove to be any more fruitful as he spat out the same Mothercrystals excuse as Clive did.

Your last and final hope was Jill. She had known Clive the longest—since they were children; if anyone were to have insight on what was going on with him, it'd be her, but you're met with similar responses as Clive and Otto. An apprehensive look crossed her features when you asked her if she knew why Clive was disappearing each month or where he went. She simply shrugged her shoulders, shook her head, and stated that she hadn't noticed anything strange going on with him, which only proved to make you more suspicious.

Having had enough of the unanswered questions, you decided that the (not-so) smartest thing to do would be to take a little trip during the week of the full moon and not tell anyone. Was it a bit selfish? Desperate? Yes, but you rationalized that if you disappeared during that time, Clive would have no choice but to come out of hiding and look for you, thus leaving you free to discuss his whereabouts. It definitely wasn't the most well-thought-out plan you've ever come up with, but the lack of transparency was beginning to drive you mad.

The next few weeks were spent making preparations for the trip ahead in secret, taking on extra assignments to save up gil so you could spend a few nights at an inn. The night before your departure, you decided to take on all outstanding alliant reports on the bulletin while everyone was asleep so that you could circumvent a scolding from Otto about skipping out on your duties when you returned.

Early to rise the next morning, you gather a small pack of your belongings and shuffle off toward the pier before Clive awoke, careful to slip from his gentle embrace so as to not rouse him from his slumber. You glance down at his sleeping face, taking in how peaceful he looked while resting.

You gather your pack and make your way toward the boats. The sunrise on the open water is a stark contrast to the scowl that Obolus greets you with so early in the day.

"Good morning!" You beam, your smile shining brightly in his direction, as you carefully step onto the ferry.

"Someone's rather chipper this morning," he snickers, preparing to set sail in the blighted waters.

"You could say that," you respond, taking your seat on the wooden boards as the vessel starts to bob in the water and glancing back as the hideaway comes to life, everyone beginning to start their day.

When choosing a destination for this little excursion, you soon realized that there was only one correct choice, so you set your sights on Rosaria, having expressed wanting to return there to Clive before, so if he truly knew you as well as he claimed, he'd have no trouble finding you.

The majority of your time was spent at Martha's Rest, helping her out with the ever-growing cray claw population that seemed to be terrorizing most merchants traveling in the area. It was peaceful, with most nights spent exchanging tales with the locals over pints of ale.

On the day before the full moon, Martha half-joked about keeping you stationed with her, finding your company to be most pleasant, and though you couldn't make any promises, you assured her that you would stop by whenever time allowed.

It was only on the night of the full moon itself that you decided to take to the sea. The salty air and crash of the waves gave you a sense of tranquility unlike any other. It was almost as if you could sit back and forget all the horrors of the world around you.

As you draw swirl patterns into the sand with your finger, you begin to wonder if Clive will ever find you. Maybe he never even realized you were gone, and you'd be forced to return home with your tail between your legs, not having gotten any closer to the answers you so desired.

Unbeknownst to you, though, Clive was actively on the hunt, having noticed your disappearance shortly after your departure that morning. The space beside him in bed was cold and empty when he awoke. Though confused, he didn't think much of it; sometimes people are being sent away as reinforcements without much notice.

His day went pretty much the same as normal, though an underlying discomfort lay deep within him, wishing to share details of upcoming plans with you but being unable to.

It's not until you don't return that evening that he begins to get antsy. Deciding that he doesn't want to come across as overly possessive, he manages to hold his tongue, only voicing his concerns about your absence that night at the ale hall during supper, his dining mates recounting that they haven't seen you but to "not fret as you were probably just sent away on an overnight assignment."

He nods, taking some solace in their words as he sips from his mug, washing down the food. They were probably right; you were just off helping someone somewhere, but knowing that doesn't make his restless nights go by any easier, leaving him to toss and turn in his sleep without you.

It's not til three days go by without so much as a whisper of your whereabouts that he decides to go looking for you, finding one of your undershirts and stuffing the material into the pouch on the back of his belt. He goes out in search of Otto, hoping to find some information in regard to your whereabouts, but it's when he comes up empty in regard to your station that he really starts to panic. He informs the elder man that he'll be out for an unspecified amount of time and to make sure all missives are delivered to his desk upon his return, then storms off to the pier with a look something fierce in his eyes as he demands Obolus take him to where you disembarked. Obolus, not wanting to argue with a clearly pissed-off Clive, rows him to the destination.

You're distracted from your wallowing upon hearing a shrill howl in the distance. Quick to refocus, you swivel your head back and forth in all directions to try and determine the location of the sound. That's when you see it—a dark figure perched upon one of the nearby cliffs. The midnight sky shrouds the size and shape of the creature, though its piercing azure eyes remain distinct amongst the sea of black, piercing right through you from the tall height.

Just as quickly as you make eye contact with the creature, it lurches from its spot on the cliff, prowling toward you like a predator honing in on its next meal, sniffing as if it smells your fear and your very blood running cold. Only when it's within range of the fire's flame are you able to tell what lingers in the dark. A wolf. Its fur is as dark as a raven's feather, black like soot, and much different from the standard mix of greys and whites of the usual worgens. Rosaria was no stranger to wolves, but they were never of this magnitude; its body was almost double the size of the usual stray. You're confused as to what it was doing so far out from the greenery; was this a newly created breed? Made solely for the purpose of hunting lost damsels wandering the coast at night?

As it draws near, you're unable to look away, its eyes drawing you into a trance, captivating yet familiar, almost as if you've seen them before.

It snarls at you, its ears and lips drawing back to expose the glint of sharpened canines that await you, its tail sharp and stiff, a warning sign: DANGER! DANGER!

You scoot backward in the sand toward your sword, buried in the sand. The wolf is still approaching just as slowly, its bark and growls echoing off the ocean and ringing back into your ears. Was this how you were going to meet your end? Slaughtered and torn to shreds by a rouge wolf, becoming its dinner, never to be seen again while your corpse decays on an abandoned beach?

You feel the cold steel amongst the granules and unsheath your blade, drawing it slowly as you rise to your feet. You do your best to steady your nerves, your heart hammering in your chest so wildly that you're assured that the beast can hear its drum as well. Though skilled with a sword, the circumstances couldn't be more against your favor; the instability of the sand and poor lighting make it more likely that you'll topple over and impale yourself before ever slaying the creature.

It growls once more, rearing its hind legs, ready to pounce. You brace yourself for impact, taking your best stance as the wolf leaps into the air. You're knocked flat on your back on the bumpy terrain, your sword falling from your hand as the air is strangled from your lungs, your body aching from the collision. It stands over you now, nose to nose with the beast that'd be your undoing. Its drool leaks onto your face; puffs of air are exhaled and manifested into the ether as it breathes in and out. You clench your eyes shut as it leans closer, praying that your death will be swift when you feel...a lick?

The long, fleshy tongue makes a slobbery mess of your cheeks and face as the wolf wags its bushy tail back and forth. This was bizarre, but you'd much rather be covered in sloppy hound kisses than be torn to shreds, so you accept your strange fate while continuing to giggle.

"I never expected to make a friend all the way out here," you coo, giving your best baby voice as you scratch the hound behind the ears.

A few moments later, you're blinded by a bright, pale light, transforming the once yipping black wolf into...Clive? Or at least you think it's Clive. It looks like him, the figure possessing the same crystalline eyes and dark shaggy hair, yet he still looks vastly different, as if he were half-beast, retaining the increased height, bulk, and hair as he did in wolf form. The rounded, fluffy ears and sharpened fangs are still present as well. You don't even realize he's naked at first due to the amount of thick, coarse hair covering his body, only being able to tell when you catch a glimpse of the few more intimate scars that lay between the follicles, reflecting in the flame's light.

He falls to his hands and knees, scampering toward you, pulling you close by the arm for a chaste kiss.

"Ouch," you squeak, scuttling backward as something sharp pricks your skin. He's quick to pull away, and that's when you notice the claws extending from the tips of his fingers, curled and sharpened to a fine point.

"My apologies; I'm, uh, not used to touching people when I look like this." He reaches out to cup your face, frowning a little as you twitch backward at the sight of his large hand. His fingers are gentle as they caress the sensitive skin of your cheek and neck, not wanting to startle you further.

"What are you doing all the way out here? Where have you been? What if something happened to you? What if-?" He begins to question, losing himself in the possibility of what ifs

"Clive," you cut him off, raising your eyebrows to stare at him like he's just grown two heads. He tilts his head to the side, perplexed, while you ask, "Are you not going to explain what's going on with you?"

"You're... a beast."

He sighs, sitting back on his hind with a dejected posture. "This," he gestures up and down his body, "is what I was trying to protect you from."

His eye catches a glimmer upon your flesh, trailing from your bicep to your forearm.

"You're bleeding," he mutters, turning your arm in his grasp to get a better view.

"It's alright," you stammer, reaching up to apply pressure to the cut when he looms over you, extending his head and tongue toward the abrasion, lapping at it quickly. You're taken aback at first, quirking an eyebrow in his direction, but soon realize that this is his means of comforting you, in his own dog sort of way. His tongue also maintained its wolf-like qualities—long, pink, and rough—yet it didn't feel too unpleasant on the skin. The cool breeze against the wet saliva on your skin creates goosebumps along your body.

He continues to tend to your cut til he's assured the bleeding has stopped and the metallic tang no longer gracing his tastebuds. He pulls back, sitting on his rear once again. "You still haven't answered my question."

"You haven't answered mine. I've seen a lot of freaky things in my lifetime, Clive, but this...this requires an explanation."

A beat of silence passes as the two of you sit in front of the fire, illuminated in its orange haze. A small breeze of wind blows through the both of you, the moon and stars shine down from above.

He exhales defeatedly. "I'm... a werewolf."

You scoff, finding the words a bit silly coming out of his mouth. "I'm sorry, what?"

"It's true. I was turned that night at Phoenix Gate all those years ago. It was the only way I could've survived." He pauses, lowering his head and drawing his ears back once again. "I never found the person who turned me—I don't believe I ever will. Though sometimes I wonder if saving me was worth it, seeing as it turns me into a monster."

"Clive..."

He shakes his head, ruffling his fur, a toothy grin adorning his features. "Never mind that."

"Every full moon, I transform into this beast against my will. That's why I'm away so often. That and well..." His words trail off as his eyes make contact with yours across the fire, scanning your face and body.

"Well, what?"

"Nothing," he smiles, eyes softening as he continues to look at you. "Now it's your turn; what in Founder's name are you doing all the way out here?"

You chuckle timidly, heat flooding your face—the likes of which you hope he can't see as you scoot away from him slightly, wishing you could bury your head in the sand for reacting so poorly.

"It's silly... and dumb," you mumble, trying to wave him off, turning your back toward him in an attempt to hide any further embarrassment. He grabs your hands in his, the size of them eclipsing your own, while he pulls you closer to him.

"It's not dumb, not to me," he says, running a fur-covered finger up and down your cheek. "Besides, it can't possibly be any dumber than me turning into a wolf," he chuckles.

You sigh, closing your eyes in preparation. "I was getting frustrated with the lack of communication, so I decided to just..."

"Run away?"

"Aye." You hang your head low in shame, kicking up a cloud of dust from the sand with your toes, feeling stupid and childish for having reacted this way.

"I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. It wasn't fair to you."

"It's alright."

He cups your jaw, nudging your chin up between his grip so that you're both on eye level, his eyes much sharper than before. "It's not alright, love, we're a partnership. We're supposed to trust each other, and we can't do that if I'm not being honest with you. I'll do better from here on, alright? I promise."

You give him a sickly-sweet smile, nodding in agreement as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss.

"So how did you find me? I mean, I was hoping you would, but still, I'm curious."

"You really want to know? It's quite embarrassing."

"Now I most definitely want to know," you giggle, leaning toward him.

"Well, I uhm..." He becomes more bashful as he continues on. "I tracked your scent."

"I pulled one of your tunics from the laundry bin and used that to help me track you down."

"My scent?"

"Mhm," he grumbles, slowly leaning into you more and more, causing you to fall back on your hands as he draws near. "Your musk is very distinct. There's nothing else in Valisthea quite like it." He gets closer and closer, nudging his head under the skirt of your dress, getting incredibly close toward the apex of your thighs before taking a big whiff. "And oh, so addicting." Your eyelashes flutter in surprise, building heat throughout your body. This had to be some wolf thing, right? He never acted like this before.

You place your foot on his shoulder, pushing him back on his haunches, trying to shoo him away from under your dress with a subdued "Down boy."

He snarls faintly before wrapping his hand around your ankle and pulling you toward him, effectively dragging your body through the sand, scratching up your back, and getting the granules caught in your dress and hair. It'd take weeks for you to wash it all out.

He tugs on your leg til you're dangling in the air, holding you up as if you weigh nothing, yanking you higher and higher til your sweet cunt is pressed against his nose once more. He takes another huge whiff of your pussy and relishes in the scent that fills his nostrils. Your body contorts slightly, your abdomen tightening while you hold down the part of your dress that's fallen in your face, only to see him nosing at your underwear, licking his lips, and staring at you like you were a big piece of meat.

"I can smell you, you know," he whispers, licking a broad stripe against your folds through the gusset of your underwear. You can't help but thrash in the air, your back arching as the width of his tongue reaches every crevice of your cunt in one fell swoop. Oh, this was certainly different, but you liked it.

"I can smell your arousal, Founder, your scent is so addicting." He nuzzles into your pussy again, rubbing his nose back and forth over your clit through your underwear, grinning at your desperate mewls and whines.

"You smell so fucking good," he murmurs and delivers another broad lick to your panties, effectively soaking them with his drool. "And taste even better," he winks. "But your scent isn't the only thing I can sense. Your heart rate has increased quite significantly, as well as your breathing." Partly from fear but mostly from arousal.

another broad lick and a sniff

"You're probably debating whether or not it's okay to be attracted to me while I'm like this."

another lick

"Mmm, fuck," he growls as more of your essence pools in your knickers. "But don't worry, I can make the decision for the both of us." He gives an airy laugh.

another sniff

His claws graze the seam of your panties, slightly unraveling the stitching. "Please let me taste you," he pants. "Please don't deny me your sweet nectar."

"I've gone far too long without it," he mumbles as he begins to make out with your pussy through your underwear, while his claws start trailing over the rest of your body as you continue to hang in the air. Clive was never one to shy away from pleasuring you with his honeyed tongue, but this was a whole new level of desperation.

"Please," he pleads.

"Alright alright, just put me down. I'm starting to lose feeling in my legs." He grins and happily obliges, his tail wagging rapidly as he drops you slowly onto the sand by your ankle. You lean back on your elbows so as not to get any more sand in your hair, and spread your legs wide for him. He gets on his hands and knees, crawling over to you seductively before lifting the hem of your dress over your pelvis, exposing your soaking wet knickers to him once again.

He smiles down at you, admiring the view of your disheveled state while dragging a claw on your inner thigh, making you shiver before he tucks the nail into the crotch of your panties, tearing them straight off your cunt with little resistance. The fabric is left in tatters beside you when you gasp, your slick folds now fully exposed to the chilly evening air.

He groans as he lifts your hips into the air, throwing your thighs over his broad shoulders as he makes eye contact with your bare cunt, all wet, spread, and exposed just for him. Your bum is in the air slightly as he settles himself on his elbows, his large hands wrapping around the plush of your thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh slightly. He gets on eye level with your pussy, the hairs on your mound drenched from his salvia. You look so appetizing to him that he can't fight off the desire to sink into your wetness.

"Do you want to know the real reason I stayed away all this time?" He asks, bringing his mouth closer to your cunt, nibbling on your inner thigh with his teeth, causing a slight blood trail to trickle down from the skin.

You whimper but nod your head in response.

"Your scent tempts me like no other." His rough tongue laps up the blood spilled from the nick he created, leaving you writhing for more pleasure.

"It'd take everything in me not to mount you right where you lay and take you as my mate." You groan at that, causing a chuckle to escape him while he continues to nip and lick at the skin surrounding your pussy, neglecting where you need him most.

"Clive, please," you whine, having had enough of his teasing and desperately wanting him to push you over the edge with that sweet tongue of his, so after deciding that you've had enough, he gives you what you so desperately crave: a long swipe of his tongue from your entrance, all the way to your needy, swollen clit.

You arch your back while he groans at the taste. Something about being in this form enhances his senses and the pleasure he receives from pleasing you.

He gathers a pool of salvia behind his teeth and spits it on your cunt before he pulls you even further into his mouth, swirling the wetness all along your poor neglected pussy. The change in texture brings you heightened pleasure as his tongue drags along your clit over and over, making you mewl and whine in his hold.

Your hips begin to buck against his face, and he's gentle when he pulls the sensitive nub between his sharpened teeth. Your fingers find themselves in his shaggy hair, curling into the roots, where you give a slight tug, pulling him even closer into your cunt. He groans into your pussy as more of your arousal leaks from your quivering hole.

He detaches himself from your clit, moving down to your entrance, where he laps at the escaping juices. It's like a drug to him, one that he simply can't get enough of, so it comes as no surprise when he wiggles his tongue into your tight hole to collect even more of your flavor on his palette. He pushes the warm muscle further and further in, slurping up every last drop you provide, not letting a single one go to waste. It's such a foreign sensation, but you can't deny the pleasure you derive from it when he begins thrusting it in and out of you, effectively fucking you with his tongue.

"Fuck, Clive," you moan as his efforts hasten, greedy for more of your flavor.

Your hips continue to rut against his face, clit knocking against his nose with every buck upward. You're whining, whimpering, and writhing all over the place while his strong, calloused hands keep your hips pressed against his face. He takes over for you and grinds your pussy all over his face while continuing to tongue-fuck you as you're reduced to nothing but whimpers due to the sensations, your cunt beginning to pulsate around his warm muscle as the whiskers on his face tickle your clit in ways you've never felt before.

His rhythm against you is brutal; your legs are beginning to shake and your toes starting to curl. A slew of pleas fall from your lips, begging him to bring you to your sweet release, and he's always been one to please. He growls out "cum for me" before suckling your clit back between his lips, hard.

You wail loudly as you see white behind your eyes, your thighs squeezing around his head tight while continuing to tug on his hair, slowly bucking your hips as you continue to ride out the rest of your high.

Clive keeps up his efforts on your clit, making your hips jolt as he overstimulates your poor pussy. With a simple tap on the side of his face and a muffled "enough," he lowers you back down again, being sure to cover your exposed sex with the skirt of your dress once more.

"That was..." you begin to rave, lifting your head up to meet his eyes only for your attention to be drawn elsewhere, particularly toward the protrusion from his lower half that's now sticking straight in the air.

Heavens above, was that his cock?

Your eyes are diverted once again as he begins licking his chops, swirling his tongue all around where your wetness graced his face. Poor thing, he always did get unbearably horny when eating you out.

You reach out toward him, wanting to provide some relief, when he backs away, shuffling in the sand.

"You don't...you don't need to do that..."

"In fact, it's probably best that you didn't."

"Are you sure? It looks like it hurts..."

His cock looked a lot different than usual. It was angrier, meatier, thicker, longer, his whole shaft red in color instead of the pretty pale yellow tone you're used to, and it was hard, so incredibly hard, with precum leaking down onto the sand below. You've never had anything like it before, but you knew you wanted it, and you wanted it BAD.

"It's alright, I can take care of myself when I turn back, besides, if we do this, I won't be able to stop myself, and I- I don't want to hurt you." He attempts to cover himself up from your wandering eye, but that serves to only work against him as he whimpers every time he bumps into his erection, his teeth digging into his lower lip.

You crawl toward him slowly, your hands and knees sinking into the sand as you move forward. "I trust you, I know you won't hurt me." You settle between his legs, dense, dark, coarse hair covering the base of his cock. "Let me make you feel good too," you mumble, grabbing his shaft with your hand. It's hot to the touch, with way more veins, the base more rounded and bulbous than usual. You pump him up and down slowly as he mewls and growls against your touch.

"This is your last chance," he huffs. "I won't be able to hold myself back."

"I want you just like this, Clive," you lean in, pressing a wet kiss to his lips while you continually stroke him. "Don't hold yourself back," you whisper, smirking against him as the two of you kiss some more, both beginning to pant into the other's mouth as the excitement builds.

He emits a low growl and picks you up by your hips, planting you down on all fours in front of him. The hem of your dress is torn by his claws as he lifts it over your bum, your cheeks on full display. His hand comes down with a swift SWAT to your ass, leaving tiny abrasions on your skin from his nails. Your body propels forward from the impact as you squeal, your pussy starting to drool with arousal once again.

He leans himself over you; his broad body is heavy on your back as it casts a large shadow in the moonlight. You can feel all the hair that covers his legs as he presses into you, the follicles tickling the back of your thighs as he lines himself up with your entrance.

"I'd much rather take you on your back, spread you nice and wide, have you laid out all pretty underneath me like you always seem to enjoy," he murmurs in your ear, trailing his hand from your thigh to knead at your breast through your clothes.

"But unfortunately, your choice of locale for throwing this little tantrum prohibits that sort of thing."

"We wouldn't want sand to get where it doesn't belong, hm?" He removes his hand from your breast and interlocks his fingers over top of yours, where they've sunk into the sand. Though his hand is so large, he might as well be clenching his fist around your own.

He sniffs your nape, then presses a kiss to the back of your neck. "I'll be as gentle as I can til you're ready for more, alright?"

"I'll make this as pleasurable for you as possible," he coos. When he notices your body shivering, though he's unsure if it's due to the cold or nerves, he runs his free hand up and down your side in a soothing manner, in an attempt to help calm you a bit. He plants a sweet kiss and a lick on your cheek, and it manages to pull a short giggle from you, which he smiles at.

"I'm ready."

With your fingers still interlocked together, he carefully begins to insert himself, and it takes all of his will to not buck his hips and go balls deep inside you. The hug of your warm, wet walls on his weepy, swollen cock is almost too much for him to bear.

You bite your lower lip and grunt as he pushes in, feeling like you're being torn open from the inside out. He can sense your discomfort; your heart rate skyrocketing due to the pain. He's quick to move his other hand from your side to your clit, rubbing smooth, soft circles on the bundle of nerves with the pad of his fingers.

His ears pull back at your discomfort, and he nuzzles his nose into your neck further, trying to soothe you through more licks and kisses to your neck.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whimpers, and your heart all but breaks at the sound.

The ministrations on your clit start to overtake the burn of your nethers and you encourage Clive to keep pushing in further. It's a prolonged effort, with him moving in short increments every so often til he was as deep as you could allow, stopping just short of the bulb inflating the base. He was already quite well-endowed, having little to no trouble bringing you to sweet bliss on his cock, but this was a whole new world. His cock felt like it now resided in your guts and that your guts were now in your longs. His girth, the likes of which you've never felt before. Your cunt strangles him with everything it has; every bump against your ridges fills him with pleasure.

Once he's as deep as he can go with minimal resistance, he brings you over the edge by playing with your clit. Sadly, there's not enough prep in the world that would make taking him an easier feat, but he's hoping that the now relaxed muscles in your cunt will make the whole experience more pleasurable.

He continues to coo and coddle you as you come down from your second orgasm of the night. The squirm of your smaller form against his fills him with amusement. There's something so primal about him mounting you like this, caressing your soft skin while making sure to comfort you through lots of kisses and nuzzles as he whispers words of affection in your ear. You're pretty sure your cheek is going to be rubbed raw by the end of this.

"You're such a good girl," he murmurs in your ear. "You're doing so good for me."

He stalls his hips while you gather yourself, collecting your thoughts as you try to bring yourself back into the moment. It's only when you give the go-ahead that he starts to move, taking care to make sure that this part is done with caution as well until you're accustomed to any sort of rhythm with his size.

Your fists dig deep into the shore as the veins of his angry cock drag along every single bump and groove inside you.

"Fuuuuuuuuck," you growl between your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut tight at his slow and methodical thrusts. You knew he was just making sure you didn't get hurt, but it felt like him going this slow and deliberate might actually kill you.

"Clive, you can move a little faster," you pant.

"Are you sure? I don't want to-"

"Yes, I'm sure just-" you clench down on him harder, hoping that will drive the point further. "Just please..."

"Alright then," he mumbles, settling his face on your shoulder, his big, bulky body still encompassing you. He moves his hand down to your hip, where his thumb draws soothing patterns into your skin while his hips start to rock back and forth. It's a slow rhythm at first, which admittedly you're thankful for, knowing that you'd probably regret telling him to go all out once you're forced to waddle to the infirmary and explain to Tarja why your nethers looked the way they did.

It takes everything in you not to groan out in pleasure, and after noticing this, of course, Clive goads, gaining a more steady rhythm, his pace quickening with every passing second.

"There's no one else here but you, me, and the stars, love."

"You can be as loud as you want." After heeding his proposal, you let out a loud moan into the open air, which echoes softly over the ocean.

"That's it," he praises, licking a stripe on your neck. It's not long before you feel the coil winding in your belly once more, signaling your impending orgasm. You attempt to reach down toward your clit when Clive smacks your hand away, replacing your fingers with his own as he rubs fast circles on the pearl.

He's grunting and huffing in tandem with your moans, the two of you fucking like wild animals as his hips snap in quick succession against yours. His cock glides against the soft, spongey spot deep inside you over and over with no end in sight. Your toes curl as your cunt squeezes down on him even harder than before, screwing your eyes tight as you brace yourself for the impact of your oncoming orgasm. The weight of his cock makes you see stars as you reach ecstasy once more.

"Fuck," he groans against you, digging his face deeper into your neck, inhaling the scent dripping off you from your sweat, your body lunging back and forth as he continues to fuck you. You presumed this would be the finale, but soon realize you're dead wrong as he grabs you by both hips again and sits back on his heels, effectively spearing you on his cock as your legs are spread wide over his thick, hairy thighs.

His claws come out to shred at the material of your bodice, ruining the fabric of your dress and making it so your tits bounce wildly with every powerful thrust he delivers underneath you.

Your body is akin to puddy at this point, your head resting against his shoulder as he bounces you up and down on his cock. His fingers come down to pinch at your nipples as you writhe against his body, the cool evening air making them hard as rocks while he plays with the rest of your body to his own enjoyment.

It's not long after that you find yourself on the brink again as you succumb to becoming his personal fleshlight, his thrusts unrelenting while he whispers more sweet nothings into your ear, his fat cock bullying your sopping hole. The crashing waves are the only sound capable of drowning out the squelch of your cunt from him fucking into you so well.

You cum again with a loud cry, your body falling against him as you fully lose yourself in pleasure, becoming weak and limp in his arms while he holds you upright.

"Think you can handle one more?" he smirks.

You nod and mumble incoherently while he stops thrusting, positioning himself on your bedroll to lay fully on his back.

Your legs are spread as wide as possible over his lower torso and hips, your sloppy cunt exposed for all the stars and heavens to see.

You tilt your head slightly when Metia and the full moon come back into view. You mouth a breathless "thank you" to them, as it seems your prayers for having Clive come to your aid were answered.

In your delirious state, he guides your hand down to your lower abdomen, right where his cock lies inside you. He then takes his other hand to the back of your head and eases your neck upward to look at the protrusion, his cock causing your abdomen to bulge out. You go a little cross-eyed at the sight, and he takes your hand under his and presses down on the bulge, which draws out a low whine from you both.

He snarls, "Can you feel how deep I am inside you?" You nod haphazardly, not able to do much else. He chuckles at your disposition and begins to slowly thrust back from underneath you.

"By the end of this, I think you'll be molded to the shape of my cock, your cunt ruined for anyone else." He laughs while you whine and writhe; his slow, languid thrusts not enough to drive you over the edge.

"Awwww, sweet little thing just wants to cum again, huh?" He mutters in your ear, smirking as you mewl, your pussy clenching down on him while he laps up your sweat.

"Alright then, darling, I'll give you what you want," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before increasing his rhythm once more, his bulky arm coming down to scoop underneath your knees and pull your legs toward your chest, allowing him to reach even deeper inside you.

You do something unexpected; in your bliss-induced delirium, you bring his hand that's pushing down on your belly up toward your throat and wrap his thick fingers around your neck slightly. He huffs down at you, his body still hard at work, pounding into your sopping cunt.

"You want to be choked now, do you? This is new. Are you sure this is what you want, sweetheart? I don't want to hurt you." You nod as enthusiastically as your aching body will allow, closing your hands overtop his once again.

"Alright, alright, I get it," he chortles, slowly but surely pressing down on the sides of your neck, reducing the blood flow.

From behind, he starts foaming at the mouth, his thrusts getting more brutal both in pace and intensity. How he managed to last this long is beyond you.

He releases his hold on your legs and moves down to rub quick circles on your clit, his other hand squeezing down tighter as you get closer to release. Your hands come up to squeeze your own nipples, and the edges of your vision get hazy as you start to lose consciousness and feel extreme bliss.

"Cum for me," is whispered in your ears, and all of a sudden, your brain and lungs are flooded with oxygen as you experience the most intense orgasm of your life, letting out nothing short of a silent scream as your body spasms and arches wildly. The rush to both your head and cunt is greater than anything you've experienced before.

Clive keeps thrusting into you as he drives himself toward his own release, the bulb on his cock continuing to knock into you, ever so slightly entering you with every movement.

"Clive, w-what is that?" You rasp, your voice shaky from its extended use over the course of the night. He takes on a much more shy attitude after hearing your question, continuing to groan.

"It's m-my knot."

"Your what?"

"It's a wolf thing; it helps keep me inside after I... you know..."

"It helps with mating, but you don't have to take it if you don't want to."

You shake your head back and forth. "No, I want to. I want to take it."

"Fuck," he growls. "Are you sure?"

"YES," you wail.

"As you wish, darling."

It's a few short, sloppy thrusts later when Clive sinks his teeth into your shoulder, grunting and howling as he stuffs you full, pushing his knot fully inside you while he goes balls deep into your cunt, your pussy swelling and stretching to accommodate the excess girth.

"Heavens above," you cry, your back arching toward the sky as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, ropes upon ropes of his warm spend shooting deep inside you as he's milked for all he's worth.

You both slump against each other in the aftermath, his hands coming up to caress your body. "We're going to be stuck like this for a while."

It's sometime later that you're snuggled up on Clive's body as you lay both bare underneath the stars together. His huge body keeps you warm while you twirl your fingers into his chest hair, his mouth coming down to press multiple kisses to the crown of your head.

"So you won't fully transform back until sunrise?"

"Correct."

"And you've been like this for over fifteen years?"

"Mhm," he mumbles.

"Where do you go for those three days? Clearly, you're not at the hideaway."

"Do you promise not to laugh at me?"

"Who do you take me for? Of course, I won't laugh at you."

He sighs, trailing his fingers up and down your back. "I actually go back to Rosalith. I've got a little den set up there."

"How adorable," you tease, making a kissy face at him. "You'll have to take me to go see it sometime."

"I don't think so," he smirks.

"Wha- why not?" You huff, an adorable pout forming on your face.

"Let's just say that I really wouldn't be able to hold myself back in that instance, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there." He presses a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Okay, okay, last question. Did you really mean all that filth you spewed about why you disappeared all those times?"

"It's partially true. All my senses are heightened, and you truly do become irresistible to me. Not that I'm any less attracted to you normally, but it's...different." He pulls you closer to his chest.

"Though I suppose I was mostly afraid that you'd look at me differently and that you wouldn't want to be with me anymore."

"Clive, I've watched you prime into Ifrit with my very own eyes; do you truly believe that I'd leave you because you transform into a hound?"

"Wolf," he corrects.

"Same difference," you chuckle, raising your head from his chest to peer into his eyes. A lovesick, dopey grin is plastered all over his face when he looks at you, despite his words of insecurity.

"I'm with you no matter what, Clive. No matter the challenges or struggles you may face. I'll always stand by you. I love you, and that will forever remain true," you murmur, pressing a kiss to his lips, and you swear you can see his pupils double in size as he repeats the phrase back to you.

You rest your head back on his chest once again, enjoying the feeling of contentment before speaking out, "We're going to have a lot of explaining to do back at the hideaway, won't we?"

"Oh, most definitely."

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iliektehhaxs · 11 months

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Pairing: Clive Rosfield/Reader (AFAB, female pronouns. no Y/N) Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI Word Count: 1.9k words Summary: After Clive returns from another mission battered and bruised you finally give him a piece of your mind. He doesn't take too kindly to your words. Read on AO3! Warnings: Dom! Clive, angry sex, elements of degradation, p in v actions, unprotected sex, fluff (if you squint) Author's Note: Hey y'all, the world was sorely lacking in Clive fics, so I'm doing my part to change that. I love this depressed man and his slutty little waist too much to NOT write for him. Spoilers for a certain character's death, so if you haven't gotten that far, don't read ahead. Update: There's a sequel now!

You’re not surprised you ended up like this, quite the opposite in fact. Clive Rosfield, also known as Cid, your faithful leader and the very symbol of hope to every lost soul who found their way under his wing. A beacon to guide them towards a better life, and to change the world for the better. The very same leader who regularly risked his life for the greater good, much to your dismay, without so much as any concern to himself.

He was already somewhat of an errand boy when you had first met him, but after Cid died it grew tenfold. The hideaway, the resistance, the increase of bearer violence, it was all too much. He told you as much after you found him one night drinking alone in his room, a hushed confession under the cover of night that without you he wouldn’t have made it this far and you’d be a liar if the memory didn’t make you feel some kind of way. Despite that, he kept on shouldering more and more responsibility, to the point that it was commonplace to have him leave for days on end, returning one day only to be gone the next. It was concerning to the other residents, but most of all to you.

You admired his efforts, truly. It was noble, but eventually it would catch up to him. You tried to tell him as much, but he would just wave you away and reassure you that he can handle himself.

You’ve seen him fight, you’re well aware of his talents with a blade, but all the training in the world can’t substitute a good night's rest. What happens if he worked himself to death, found himself behind enemy lines and never returned?

You couldn’t stand to think about it. You worried about him, and in your worry you found yourself growing resentful of his apparent ignorance towards his own well-being. But you held your tongue, forced to keep your emotions to yourself because if nothing else, having him worry about you would only serve to be another item on his long list of responsibilities. You tried, you really did. And then he came back from a mission beaten to hell. Tarja, talented as she was, only barely brought him back from the brink. He was in bed rest for weeks before he was allowed to leave, and in that time your resentment grew to anger. Was it immature? Yes. Did you care? Not particularly. Your attitude change was obvious to anyone in the Hideaway, most of all to Clive, but he figured you were just in a mood, maybe something had happened while he was recovering. In any case, you two were close, you would tell him eventually. It was only after he returned from his latest life-threatening mission that he realized that you were mad at him. Again, you tried to hold yourself back, but when you saw how ignorant he was you couldn’t take it anymore. Words were said, some of which came from a place of genuine care. The others, however… “You’re an idiot if you think I’m going to stand by and watch you kill yourself—” You hissed at him, pacing around the floor of his office. It was there the two of you stood, a back and forth with no end. “I need to carry on his name, his legacy—” He raises his voice before stopping himself to take a shaky breath. “I need to live up to his dream. Don’t you understand that?” “Oh I understand plenty,” You fume. You’re not quite sure where this malice came from, but it was all consuming, ever burning. “Don’t you know that I—we need you here? Alive?” He shakes his head and he says something about his duty and his obligations and you’re completely over it, obviously anything you say is going in one ear and out the other. “Do you think Cid would want you to work yourself to death?” You ask, concern written on your face. “Do you think he’d be proud to see you take no care to yourself?” He doesn’t even look at you anymore, his head bowed. “If it’s for the good of the cause—” You interrupt him before he can say another word. “If you genuinely believe that then you’ll end up dead, and his sacrifice would’ve been for nothing.” The silence that follows is deafening. His footsteps ring heavy in your ears, moving closer and closer. “What did you just say?” The anger in his voice is apparent. You’ve never seen him like this before, a rage normally reserved for his enemies directed towards you.

You probably should’ve stopped, but you didn’t. “I said, if you truly believe that then you’re wasting the chance Cid gave you.” You look up at him unwavering, consequences be damned. He needed to hear this. Clive stood unmoving, an unknown emotion swirling in those vibrant blue eyes of his. “Be careful of what you say next.” And then it broke. The dam holding everything you held back before shattering into pieces and before you knew it you were awash with emotion. “You’re a bastard Clive, if you truly can’t see how you’re hurting the people around you by acting like a complete fucking idiot, then you don’t deserve his legacy or his name.” You wanted him to get mad, wanted him to feel the way you’ve felt for a while now. What happens next is a blur, limbs entangled and skin exposed, but based on how fast the front of your body met the desk, you met your goal. “Couldn’t just keep your mouth shut, fuck—,” He hisses above you, but you’re too far gone to care. You have been for a while, too lost in the feeling of his hands against your hips, his cock dragging against you deliciously. “Just had to keep testing me—” It’s almost embarrassing how easily you let him have his way with you. Your body completely under his control, every gasp of his name only serving to feed his ego, encouraging him to go faster, harder, more, more, more—

“Clive—!” “That’s right, say my fucking name—” If the squeaking of the old wooden desk he’s taken you on wasn’t already a sign of what was happening in the room, the shameless moans escaping your lips would be. “Let the entire hideaway know whose cock you’re begging for.”

You do, without any thought to how loud you may be.

The force of his thrusts are brutal against your backside, your body aching and yet you can’t stop moving, desperately trying to meet his every thrust. It’s hopeless, but he seems to enjoy your attempts at least, a wicked chuckle escaping him as he watches your body move on his own. “Is this what you wanted, hm? To be used like a pleasure girl?” His body is pressed against your back now, the full weight of him blanketed against you. Your breath catches in your throat, his lips whispering absolute filth into your ear. “Upset you couldn’t have me all to yourself? Don’t worry, I’m right here.” His tone is cruel, mocking. “I’ll make sure you never have to worry again.”

He doesn’t stop moving, how could he when you sound absolutely debauched below him, a picture perfect image of sin to be molded by his own hands. He fucks you just as he fights, ferocious, unyielding, unrelenting, finding every single one of your weaknesses and taking advantage of them until you cry out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, and doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve. A glutton of your own making. He laughs, a sound so far separated from his normal self that you almost don’t recognize it as him. “Come now darling, you were ready to spit venom at me before, where’s all that fire gone?” He breathes unevenly, a hand moving to push your head further down. He’s taunting you, dangling your own shameful display in front of your very eyes. Even if you wanted to respond you couldn’t, the sound of your hips meeting, echoing through the room proved answer enough. “Clive—fuck—please ‘m sorry—” Your body is racked with shudders, whimpering when he runs a single hand down your spine, forcing you to arch even further and have him reach that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. “What was that? I don’t think I quite heard you.” He sneers from above. You mumble into the desk, unable to bring your head up to speak. “I’m sorry, please, can’t take it, too much, pleasepleaseplease—”

A hand around your throat silences you, his lips grazing against your ear once more. “Oh no, I don’t believe that for a second.”

He lets you go, only for that same hand to grab your face, fingers pressing against your cheeks. He forces your tear-rimmed eyes to gaze at him from below, a contrast to the sinister look in his own. “Can’t take it? Too much? I don’t think that’s true—” Another hard thrust has you keening, back arching, a fog of lust clouding your brain. “—I think you’re going to take everything I give and more.” He’s right of course, and you do, graciously. Your legs threaten to give out, shaking, barely holding on, and in an act of mercy he grabs your weakened limbs with a strong hand. Practically a rag doll at this point, he lays you onto the desk, legs wrapped around his body to bring him as close as possible. You can see him in this position, see the way his brows crease and furrow every time you clench onto his cock, the pleased grin that lingers when you grab onto his arms, seeking purchase. It’s filthy. Clive doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful.

To watch his advisor fall apart at his hands, to drown in waves of pleasure begging for more, please, I need more—

It’s addicting, sadistic in ways he never thought himself capable of. He can’t get enough. A painful dance of give and take. He gives pleasure and takes your very sanity with it. He takes and takes until you’ve nothing left to give, until you’re a writhing mess of slurred words and half-mumbled promises. He can barely understand you at this point, your mind far away, but he doesn’t need to. He can understand your body well enough. “Clive, please—” You gasp, nails dragging deliciously against his back. You don’t have to speak, he knows what you want before you do. Without another second of hesitation his fingers move vigorously against your sensitive nub, and if he thought you were gone before the feeling of his deft hands working against your sex send you to new heights. The choked noise that escapes you is downright heavenly. “Gods above—!”

He’d be flattered if he wasn’t so busy fucking you into next week. Sweat clings onto your skin, and for a moment he conjures up an image of an angel, the sheen highlighting you in such a way you almost seem to glow. And then he watches your eyes roll, feels your pussy clench against his cock and you fall over the edge with his name on your lips like a prayer, and thinks to himself that you’re more of a devil than a saint. Your breathing is ragged, completely spent, nearly delirious with desire.

But nearly is not enough for him.

So his hips still grind against you, and you’re far too weak to resist him, not that you would have in the first place. A give and take, and Clive was always a little greedy.

“We’re not done yet, my dear. Not by a long shot.”

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inkyclive · 11 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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cryptictongues · 5 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.”

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zaynesaurora · 2 months

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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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chosokamolvr · 8 months

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pretty lips...

joshua rosfield x male reader

- nsfw under the cut

"has anyone ever told you that you've got really pretty lips?" [name] asked, running a finger over joshua's lips. they were so pretty, a nice shade of pink, glossy, and so plump looking.

joshua shook his head, chuckling slightly before moving [name]'s hand away. "no, nobody's ever told me that. you are the first person to do so i suppose." he hums, tracing over the spot [name] touched with his own finger.

[name] smiled at joshua's reaction. "well, i am glad that i am the first. can i kiss those lips of yours?" [name] speaks softly and gently, which caused joshua to swoon and nod his head frantically.

the two men then kissed. it was sweet, but it seemed like there was an underlying tone of passion as their tongues clashed against eachother. joshua let out a small yelp as he felt [name]'s tongue enter his mouth, but he didn't pull away.

and then that's what lead the two men to this moment..

[name] had a hand in joshua's hair, gripping it tightly as he was backed into a corner. joshua was on his knees, his tongue lapping at [name]'s dick.

"shit-" [name] grunted, tugging onto joshua's hair tightly. "just put it in already.. stop teasing.." [name] groaned, clearly dissatisfied by joshua's actions.

joshua then did as he was told and put the whole length of [name]'s dick into his mouth, head bobbing up and down his throat. all [name] could do was watch as his whole dick disappeared down joshua's throat, and it was honestly such a sight. who would've known the dominant of the phoenix would be doing something like this?

[name] kept staring at joshua's lips that were wrapped around his dick. it made him more turned on than he was before. he kept gripping onto joshua's hair, slowly thrusting his hips forward to get a pace on. joshua's eyes widened and he gagged a little before adjusting to this new pace.

"fuck.. joshua.." [name] groaned again, picking up the pace of his thrusts. joshua just kept moving his head up and down to the pace of [name]'s thrusts, looking him in the eyes as he did so. "you look so pretty.. slobbering all over my cock." [name] chuckled, ruffling joshua's hair before gripping onto a handful of it.

joshua started to tear up. the pace [name] was going at was fast - but it wasn't painful. yet, it still made joshua tear up because it just felt so good. he felt like the luckiest man ever right now..

[name] then suddenly tensed up, his grip on joshua's hair getting tighter. "fuck- fuck.. i'm about to cum" and before the man could pull out, his finished inside of joshua's mouth. [name] then pulled his dick out of joshua's mouth, some of joshua's saliva and his own cum coating it.

joshua swallowed [name]'s cum, opening his mouth to show [name] it was all gone. at the sight, [name] got another boner. it was going to be a long day for joshua...

the next day, [name] and joshua are in the ale hall at the hideaway, waiting for clive to show up. when he shows up, he greets the two men, confused why joshua isn't speaking.

"ah... i think he got sick, a sore throat i presume, when we were out on a comission yesterday. poor boy." [name] chuckled, but in reality, it was a whole different story he would rather not tell clive.

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michpat6 · 8 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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findtheflamexvi · 10 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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pinkkittysaw · 11 months

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SICKLY SWEET

summary: soft sex with vampire clive

pairing: clive rosfield x plus sized f!reader

word count: 1k

content: NSFW (minors and ageless blogs DNI you will be blocked!) smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it) creampie, praise, cursing, bloodsucking/drinking, pet names (honey, baby, etc), dirty talk

a/n: inspired by that one scene of clive and benedikta, iykyk. i SCREAMED!!!! also this is my first actual smut piece so please be kind ty ^_^ i am very proud of myself for this one huehuehue

dividers by @/cafekitsune

reblogs and feedback heavily appreciated :)

A cold winter's night, you and Clive are laid up by the fireplace. Soft, languid thrusts are delivered to your heat, a warm hand is placed upon the back of your thigh, pushing it toward your chest. You're woven so tightly together, holding each other so close, his pants and soft groans reverberating in your ear. He grips the softness of your hip tenderly.

"Clive..." you exhale, sweat starting to form on your brow from the heat and passion.

"What is it, honey?" He says this while pressing soft kisses into your hairline.

"I want you to feed on me." You feel him twitch at your words.

Despite his excitement, he tries his best to remain rational. "Right now? Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to hurt-"

"Yes, Clive, I’m sure." You cut him off, your nails biting his biceps.

"Fuck. Okay, yeah."

The slow pace of his thrusts continues, and he drops his hand from your thigh to the small of your back, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. The other hand comes to cradle your head from behind, maneuvering it to better expose your neck.

He lowers his lips to the pulse point, planting a few soft kisses at the crux, where your neck meets your shoulder. "Are you ready, baby?"

You give a quick nod and bite your lip in excitement, and he smirks in return.

"Alright then." After a few more kisses and soft licks, he bares his fangs and sinks deep into the warm, supple flesh of your neck.

A soft "fuck" is mumbled from your lips, and a grunted "hm" from him can be heard in return.

The sweet taste of your blood excites Clive. His thrusts now harsher than before as he continues to suckle the soft skin. The girth and angle of his cock hit all the right places.

"Fuck Clive," you moan, reaching in between your bodies to rub your clit in soft circles.

Clive releases his hold on your neck, whispering in your ear. "You like that? You look so pretty when you touch yourself." His tongue laps at the puncture wound on your neck, catching any leaking blood.

You clench at his words, a feeling of warmth rushing to your face.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, his tongue pressing against your lips, asking for entrance. You allow him in, groaning at the tang of iron gracing your tastebuds as his tongue entangles with yours. "You've always been my favorite taste," he whispers, smirking between kisses.

His free hand grazes the side of your plush body, gripping at your hip and thigh. "Your pussy feels so good on my cock, honey. it's so warm and soft." He leaves a trail of kisses starting at your lips, then works his way down your neck and sternum to where he finally reaches your left breast, right above your heart.

"You're so pretty, baby. My pretty baby," he mumbles against your skin. His lips continue their path til he reaches your nipple, licking all around the nub before taking it in his mouth and sucking gently, earning a high-pitched whine from you.

"I love making love to you like this." He releases your nipple with a soft "pop," resuming his soft kisses on your breast and tweaking the nipple of the other with his fingers. "I love holding you this close to me, feeling your skin against mine, and hearing all the sweet sounds you make for me." You can feel his teeth pebble your skin before his fangs sink down into the soft tissue.

"Gods," you groan, digging your nails into his bicep once more. Your fingers hasten the circles on your clit.

The sounds of suckling and soft moans n pleas echo throughout the room as the lovemaking continues. Clive’s thrusts get harder and faster, holding your hips as close to him as he can and pounding into you with vigor.

You feel a familiar pit begin to form in your stomach. "Clive, I’m gonna-" You call out breathlessly.

He detaches himself from your breast, resuming his soft kisses from before. His hand soon replaces your own, his fingers drawing quick circles on your clit. "Take what you need from me, baby; I’m right here. Cum on my cock, honey. I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good."

He returns to your neck, sucking the skin softly. A few thrusts and quick rubs to your clit later, the coil inside you snaps, and you twitch slightly in his hold, the warm pleasure washing over you.

Clive’s rhythm becomes uneven as he chases his own bliss.

His breaths are labored as he speaks, "Quick, where should i-"

"Inside," you pant, cutting him off once more and tightening the hold your legs have around his waist, pulling him closer to you. "Wanna feel all of you inside me."

"Fuck, I love you," he groans into your shoulder.

After a few more harsh, sloppy thrusts, he spills himself inside you, shooting ropes of warm cum into your quivering cunt.

"Founder," he sighs.

He lays on top of you for a few moments, his face nuzzled into your neck, enjoying the bliss of being in each other's arms before flopping down beside you.

You're both sweaty and satiated, the light from the fire dancing upon your bare skin. He snuggles into your side and caresses your soft tummy with his hand.

"Was that good for you?" he asks.

You smile contentedly and sigh happily. "Way better than good," you reply.

"Good," he murmurs, placing a few kisses on your sweet face. His thumb gently traces the puncture mark on your neck and places a final, chaste kiss on your lips.

"You lay here; I’m going to get you a snack and something to drink. I can’t have you passing out on me," he smirks down at you before getting up and making his way out of the room.

"I love you, Clive," you call out in the empty air.

Through the crackling of the fire, you hear, "I love you too, honey."

#clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield smut #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy smut #final fantasy xvi smut #final fantasy xvi x reader #final fantasy 16 smut #final fantasy 16 x reader #x reader #smut #vampire smut #vampire x reader #✰ミ angel writes

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iliektehhaxs · 11 months

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NSFW Alphabet - Clive Rosfield Edition

Pairing: Clive Rosfield/Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+, minors DNI

Author’s Note: Might've gone overboard, this ended up being 2.7k words!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Clive makes it his personal mission to make you as comfortable as possible both during and after sex. His arms become your own personal cocoon, kissing your forehead as he cradles you closer. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” Clive asks, checking over you once, twice, before you have to stop him with a hand to his chest. “I’m fine, really, you didn’t do anything that I wasn’t actively encouraging.” You lay a kiss to the hand resting on your cheek, enjoying the smile that blooms on his face. “Are you sure?” He studies your nude body concerned, lightly rubbing the indents where his hands gripped you. You nod. “I’m sure. Now come, lay with me.”

“As you wish.” He answers, moving to hold you close.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It might sound cheesy but he genuinely enjoys watching you smile, it brightens his day like nothing else. For him, it’s his arms, because you get so giddy when he lifts you for a hug, legs dangling in the air. The two of you are walking side by side through a meadow, a rare day of peace where Clive can simply enjoy being in the moment with you. You had insisted on a break, and now that he’s here he feels a sense of calm wash over him. Your stumbling form brings him out of his head, moving quickly to catch you before you fall. “Are you alright?” You both look down, a huff of annoyance escaping you. “Just tripped over some rocks, I’ll be fine.” A closer look and the road ahead is a bit uneven. He couldn’t risk you falling and hurting yourself, so his next course of action was obvious.

Within seconds you find yourself lifted bridal-style in his arms, holding onto his tunic in shock. “What—Clive?” Your legs dangle in the air, secured by strong arms beneath you. You look at him, waiting. His tone is genuine, but the pleased smirk he wears tells another tale. “I can’t have my lady walking in such dangerous conditions, what kind of man would I be?” You raise an eyebrow in knowing, aware that he just wanted an excuse to hold you. “You could’ve just asked me, you know.” He nods in agreement. “Yes, I could have. But this is more fun.”

You feel yourself laugh in his arms as he walks, an ever-present smile on his face.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves the sight of his cum dripping from you, but equally hates the smug look Tarja gives him when he asks for some medicine the day after. He’ll settle for finishing on your stomach to save himself the embarrassment but if you want to watch every thought exit his brain ask him to come inside you, he’ll never say no.

“My love,” he grunts, the scruff of his beard tickling your neck. He’s pushed himself as far as he can go, unwilling to separate for a second. “Tell me to stop, please—“

His movements are uncoordinated, single-minded in their attempt to bring you pleasure. You can barely hear him past the sound of your own moans, but your legs bring him closer either way. “Don’t, stay, please—“

Something snaps in his brain, his thrusts move even faster, a hand on your hip to keep you steady as his hips cant deliciously into yours. “Founder help me, you feel so good, fuck—!”

He cries your name as he stumbles off the edge, a violent shudder moving through his body. When he finally gathers himself he looks down at you through lidded eyes, a dopey grin stretched across your face.

“A smile like that means I must have done well.” He breathes, shallow and ragged. He watches his seed spill from you captivated, a single finger moving to spread you apart and watch more of him drip from you.

Tarja be damned, this was worth it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to be submissive to you, wants to just lay back and take whatever you have to give, but the poor boy doesn’t know how to express it. It might have to take some detective work from you, but if you ever figure it out he’s putty in your hands.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had no previous lovers besides you, but he isn’t totally oblivious, trust me when I say he’s eager to learn.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Good ol’ missionary, also enjoys doggystyle. Something about the sound of you screaming his name into the pillow drives him wild.

Muffled noises leave your lips, a beautiful song of his name harmonizing perfectly with the sound of his hips meeting yours. You’re pressed perfectly beneath him, arched just the way he likes it, a hand running down your back appreciatively.

He finds himself grinning at another whine of his name, fully draping himself over you. His lips meet your ear as the force of his thrusts increases, legs shaking in an attempt to keep up with his brutal pace.

“Just like that my love, you’re doing so well.”

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

To him, having sex is his way of showing his love for you, and he’s very serious about that. He’ll crack a smile or two, but if you joke around too much he’ll probably look at you confused before starting again, making sure that this time you’re too preoccupied to try.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He does keep himself trimmed regularly, a habit from his days as a former royal.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Having sex with Clive is a declaration of his love to you, every action speaks to you in a profound way that extends beyond just pleasure. There's something so affectionate about being with Clive, every action fulfilling a need you were never aware of. His touch, a declaration of his love, his words devout.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Moderate sex drive, doesn’t really jerk off and if the urge does rise, he’d rather just go to you. On the off-chance he does partake it’s very quick, driving himself to pleasure as fast as possible with a hand on his mouth to silence himself.

You had left early in the morning while he was still asleep and when he woke up he found himself missing you, which then evolved into him missing your body, how soft it was under his hands, how it moved for him as he explored it. Further and further did his imagination take him under his fingers squeezed at his hardening cock, a sigh leaving him as he freed himself from his nightwear.

He wanted to take his time but the thought of you made him frantic, hand moving faster and faster against his length. Just when he felt that blinding sensation build up in his core the door opened abruptly, the shock causing him to halt in fear before he realized it was you who walked in.

A look of shock, then of lust passed through your face. “Of all the things I expected to find, this was not on the list.”

Clive moves to apologize, reaching for a blanket to cover himself before he’s stopped by your hands at his wrist.

You eye him up and down, pulling the blanket further away as you sit at his side, lips kissing softly at his neck. He’s confused, hesitant to move from his spot.

“My love?” He asks, looking up and down at you. His cock is still throbbing with need, even more so now that you’re touching him, breath hitched when your fingers trace against his length.

You whisper into his skin, breathy. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here before, but I’m here now. Let me take care of you.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink - He’s always complimenting you one way or another, whether that’s on the battlefield or in the bedroom.

Body Worship - Truly believes you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and he makes you feel like it too. If you’re insecure about anything, he’s going to make it his personal goal to show you how perfect you are.

Frottage - Sometimes the two of you are so eager that you can’t be bothered to take your clothes off. At times like this he’s content to watch you fall apart on his lap, only to have his hips stutter when your fingers press against his clothed erection.

Size Difference - He can’t help the pride that swells in him when you can’t reach something and have to ask him for help, it makes him feel needed. He also can’t help how his dick throbs when you struggle to take it, the smallest little bump forming against your stomach when he pushes all the way in.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, or if you’re on the road, a local inn. He prefers sex to be somewhere neither of you can be bothered.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Spending time with you, holding you close. It’s not unsurprising to have a hand “innocently” rest under your clothes and if anything else were to happen, well, that’s just a happy accident.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything pain-related, or anything that can draw blood. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so any and all weapons are off the table.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Has a preference for receiving rather than giving, only because the sight of you with his cock in your mouth makes him weak in the knees.

His hands are bundled in the sheets, hunched over, trying his best to control his hips. Your mouth laps at the head of his cock, and when you look up at him doe-eyed he nearly comes right then and there.

You love him when he’s like this, such a strong man reduced to his base form, struggling to contain himself under waves of euphoria. When you lift your mouth away he begs for you to return, only to silence himself when you put his hand in your hair.

“Go on,” you goad, licking a stripe against his length. You don’t miss how his fingers tighten in your locks.

Your only warning is a groan of your name before he forces you to take every inch he has to give, a sinful grin curling at his lips when he feels you gag.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, purposefully strokes, enjoys taking his time with you. Might treat you a bit rougher if he’s had a bad day, but he’ll apologize after and give you the best aftercare the world has ever seen.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he’s short on time, sure, but he much prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like before, he isn’t experienced so any risks being taken would most likely be proposed by you. He’s up for trying anything once, so long as it isn’t dangerous.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Former Shield of Rosaria, as well as the Dominant of Ifrit? You’d be lucky if he breaks a sweat.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He probably wouldn’t think about them until you showed him one, all of a sudden a new world has been unlocked to him. This goes back to the dirty secret bit, but he’s also played around with the idea of you using them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Likes to tease you, but can never commit to it because the moment you beg him to keep going he’s quick to give you whatever he wants.

He has you encased in his arms, back pressed against his front as his fingers move across your aching sex, so close and yet so far from what you need.

He laughs at your frustration, keeping your legs held open with one hand while the other makes feather light touches against your exposed folds. He’s enjoying himself, but you’re fit to burst.

“You look beautiful like this, a pleasure for my eyes only.” He whispers into your ear.

Even when he’s teasing you he’s a romantic, even if you’re ready to cry in dismay.

“Clive, I’m begging you—“ You reach a hand to his wrist, pressing his hand further to touch your clit. “Touch me, please.”

He looks down at your glassy eyes, and his heart tugs at the sight of you so desperate. He obliges without a second thought, enjoying the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not a moaner, but a chatter. Likes to tell you exactly what you do to him as he fucks you.

“Founder, I could spend the rest of my days like this—“

A sharp thrust leaves you keening, a jumbled mess of what would be his name leaving your lips. The sound of his cock entering you is obscene, only made worse by your own voice crying out for him.

“—you, ah, you want that, right? Want me buried inside you until you can’t stand—“

He can barely finish a sentence without moaning, too far gone in the feeling of your wetness clenching around him. You don’t reply, but your body tells all, your back arching off the sheets.

“Ah, I knew you would,“ He hits that spot inside that has you seeing stars, and before you could scream he swallows whatever sound you make with his mouth against yours, sloppy and unrefined.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls away to admire your supple body laid bare before him. With a growl, he continues. “Don’t worry, I want that too.”

He doesn’t stop moving, not for a second.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Likes to use Ifrit’s flames to keep you warm in the cold winter nights. It’s also an excuse to keep you close.

Even as you sit in front of the fireplace a chill is settling deep into your bones. After the third shudder you find yourself lifted into the air by a familiar pair of arms, enveloping you in a warmth that causes you to relax instantly.

“You didn’t have to Clive,” you murmur, moving closer into him. “The fireplace would have gotten me warm soon enough.”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Would that have been before or after you turned into a block of ice?”

You smile at the joke, relaxing even further when he presses a kiss into your hair. He places you on the bed, quickly maneuvering himself behind you as a blanket of heat spreads across you.

“Sleep well, my dear. I’ll keep you warm instead.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 inches, very girthy, needs to work you up a bit before getting anything done, but once you’re nice and prepared you feel so full.

No matter how many times you’ve had sex, Clive always marvels at how tight you are, how small you look beneath him or how wide your eyes get when he rests himself at your entrance.

The first time you had sex you had told him unsure, “I don’t think it’ll fit.”

He proved you very wrong that night, as he did every night since. Even now, as your eyes roll back at the delicious stretch he provides, he’ll prove you wrong once more.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate, he's always thinking about you and making sure you're comfortable.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The moment he’s certain all your needs are met he’s falling asleep alongside you. Will also take some time in the morning just to admire you before he has to leave.

#final fantasy xvi #final fantasy xvi smut #clive rosfield #clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield smut #ff16 #big man with an even bigger heart #please just give him a hug he needs it #robo writes

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anymethynker · 11 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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the-lady-frost · 10 months

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"I never thought a smile could bring me so much joy."

After a lifetime of loss, the greatest weapon is forged in the hottest fire - love. For a handful of moments, they found it...and nothing could cast them asunder.

(on that forsaken beach, love grows. As even in the most barren of ground, life takes root.)

#final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #clive rosfield #jill warrick #the beach scene #fanfic #theladyfrost #fanfiction #smut and feels #fluff and love

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cryptictongues · 9 months

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Follow the Morgenbeards

pairing: Clive Rosfield x Fem!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 8.1k summary: Reader accompanies Clive for an errand. Mishaps occur.

warnings: porn with plot, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cunnilingus, masturbation, sex pollen, rough sex, possessive behavior, praise kink, creampie, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering

Minor spoilers that take place right before the five-year time split and a little bit after it. Certain quests from the game are referred to. Please read with caution.

[AO3 link to story]

You didn’t leave the Hideaway often. The only time you ever left was to run small errands for the people of the Hideaway when they were unable, such as picking up linens to make clothes for new arrivals and delivering tools to Martha and Quinten. Today, however, was a little different.

You were in the Shelves looking at a book for different needle threads and sewing techniques when you heard the doors open. Turning your head, you see it is none other than Clive Rosfield. You turn your head to act like you were still reading, trying to calm the warmth that’s trailing up your cheeks. No matter how comfortable I’ve become around him, he always seems to have an effect on me.

“What are you reading?” You hear that gravelly voice beside your head.

You turn to look at him only to look back down at the book. “It is a book on sewing. With more arrivals potentially coming, I want to learn how to better make clothes so I can help Hortense out. Making garments for a lot of people is a lot for one person.”

Clive laughs. “Says the lady who seems to enjoy taking the load off of others.”

“Well, there isn’t much else to do. Especially when you stay at the Hideaway most days.” You smile.

Clive pulls up a chair to sit next to you. You notice how close he is, practically feeling the heat his body seems to produce from the leather he wears. Oh Founder he is going to be the death of me.

You shut the book and turn to him fully. “So what do I owe for this visit?”

“I can’t just come to see how you are doing?” Clive remarks.

“Well, of course you are welcome to do that. I just know you are a busy man. Have a lot of things on your plate as of recently.” You shrugged. He has been gone more and more these days and you can’t blame him. He has a lot to live up to as Cid the Outlaw.

“I always have time for you, my lady.”

You can feel your heart flutter. He is genuinely too much.

Clive continues. “However, I do have a reason as to finding you today. Nigel wants me to collect Morgenbeard seeds, and I was wondering if you’d accompany me to collect them. He said they are native to Rosaria but I can’t recall the name or what they could look like. I could use your expertise.”

You’ve always loved flowers. You grew up in the Dhalmekian Republic, which is mostly desert. There was a vendor at the Dalimil Inn that would always sell fresh flowers. How they got them? You never could figure it out. But ever since seeing them, you have been fascinated; read all the books you could find on flowers native to different areas of Valisthea. The fact that Clive remembered how much you love flowers and learning about them made you smile. He has a great memory, apparently.

“I would love to! I know there are a lot that grow in Sorrowise. Perhaps we could check there first.”

“Sorrowise it is then. Once you are ready, meet me at the pier so we may press on.” Clive states. You nod and with that he heads out the doors.

If only you knew how the journey would take a turn for the worst.

Sorrowise was nothing but wide fields with swampy areas. The perfect place to find some Morgenbeards.

You were strolling ahead while Clive trailed a couple steps behind you. For someone so tall, you’d think he’d be able to keep up. “_____, slow down. There are beasts around here.”

You pivot on your tiptoes and continue walking backwards with a pep in your step. You are genuinely happy to be spending your afternoon with Clive. It has been forever since you got to be with him alone, and the fact he asked you to come run an errand with him personally has set the tone for the day. “Stop worrying, Clive. I’ve been out to Sorrowise plenty of times. Besides, nothing can go wrong because I have you to protect me.”

You turn back around and continue along. You can hear Clive sigh behind you as he catches up, walking now side by side with you as you lead him to where you think some Morgenbeards will be. Up ahead, you see a glimmer of yellow in the distance and you feel your pace quicken. “Clive! They are over there!” You are about to run up to them before Clive grabs you by the arm to pull you to his chest. You grunt at the surprise contact and look up to him. Damn I forgot how tall he is compared to me.

“Let me scope the area before you head over there.” Clive said in a hushed voice. You feel a shiver down your spine with him being so close to you. “O-okay.” You whispered. He squeezes your arm before heading towards the Morgenbeards, taking in his surroundings as he approaches. He sees something move in one of the bushes nearby and sees there is a Goblin lurking in the area. And another. And another.

And another.

Goblins were swarming the area of the Morgenbeards, like the Rosarian flowers called to them. Clive knew this wouldn’t be a bad fight, as his experience with Goblins is fairly frequent. But with so many, he won’t be able to keep a close eye on you. He turns his head slightly so he has the beasts within his peripherals. “_____, stand behind that shrub over there while I take care of this. Please.”

You nod your head and bugger off to the shrub, peeking out from it to see Clive in action. You’ve never seen him fight before, but you know he doesn’t get the Outlaw title for nothing. This was going to be a good watch.

Clive fights with heart. His movements are precise and the way he escapes attacks to deliver brutal swings of his sword is stunning. He is most definitely a professional, not that there was any doubt, but seeing is better than believing. The Goblins seem to keep popping out of nowhere, but that doesn’t stop him from slaying each and every one in his wake. You start to watch his face as he attacks. You can’t hear him from where you are, but you imagine with every hit there is a grunt and with every pull of his sword from his enemies there is a curse falling from under his breath. His face says it all; it makes you wonder if that’s what he would look like with his cock in your…

You hit yourself on your arm. No! You have got to stop having these thoughts about him. You will go mad if you keep daydreaming about him and how he would be in bed. Especially yours. It’s not worth the risk and you’d rather not ruin the relationship you have with him. You need him, but you will put your needs down so he can keep being the leader that the people of Valisthea need.

Leaving your thoughts, you see Clive kill the last one and he looks around to ensure that every beast has perished. Once cleared, he waves you over with a gorgeous smile on his face. He is truly a human embodiment of art.

You leave your perch and meet up to where he is. You clap your hands in excitement. “My knight and shining armor saved me. You have my thanks.” You say with a little curtsy. You like to tease him every now and then with royal courtesy and manners. Clive laughs and bows, but not before taking your hand in his. “Anything for you, my lady.” He places a gentle kiss on it and you are so flustered. Just when you think you have him, he takes the upper hand. Cheeky bastard.

You pull your hand away and turn away to hide the flush of your cheeks. “Well, we better not keep Nigel waiting. Let’s get some of these so we can bring them back to the Hideaway.”

You both walk to a patch of Morgenbeards and start picking them. You hand them to Clive as you go so he can add them to the pouches he keeps on his pants. The silence is comforting. The hustle and bustle of the Hideaway is a lot and there is always something going on that needs attention. It’s nice to be in the moment and enjoy each other’s company.

“There is something familiar about these.” Clive breaks the silence.

“Hm?” You pause to see him staring at one in his hand.

“They remind me of home; times at the citadel.”

You stand up to get a full look at him. He is smiling at it; almost like he has conjured a memory from it. You smile. “Well you did grow up in Rosaria so that would make sense, right?”

Clive sighed. “They must have been something that we grew in the Citadel gardens. I would spend many nights on my balcony looking out at them. I suppose they are ingrained in my memory.”

You grinned. “You know something? I read they were used a lot by Rosarian royalty as they symbolize nobility.” You said as you plucked the flower from his hand. “Funny though how this flower can represent that ideal yet they grow from the very swampy ground we stand on.”

Clive plucked the flower back from your hand and placed it right behind your ear. He let his hand trail along your hair as he pulled away. “It’s because they know how to be beautiful, even in the most drab places.”

If your blush was bad before, it is certainly bad now. You shy away from him in the hopes some steps away will calm your rapid heart down. You beam at him, still flustered from the poetry falling from his lips. “I think we have enough, but I want to get a few more just in case.”

You go over to the other Morganbeard patch closest to the brush along the swamp. Clive draws closer to you when he sees something pink from within it. He gets a closer look and once he realizes what it is, it’s too late.

“_____, step back!”

It all happens so fast. One moment you are picking up flowers and the next you find yourself coughing on the ground, accidentally inhaling whatever was released at you. You sense Clive smashing the beast while you are trying to pull yourself together. You feel arms help you sit up as you continue to cough. His hand rubs your back as you come down from your coughing fit and you start to breathe heavily.

He can’t believe he let this happen. He should have been more thorough, meaning checking the bushes for more wild beasts. But even more so, he doesn’t understand how there could be vampire thorns out here. They are more populated within the regions of Sanbreaque.

It doesn’t matter now. Regardless, this is all his fault.

“Are you alright, _____?” Clive worries.

You nod your head, afraid that talking will send you into another episode and go to stand up only to fall back down in Clive’s arms. He catches you and slowly stands up with you under his arm. “We need to get you to the infirmary. Do you think you can walk?” You hum in the affirmative and you both start making haste.

As you both continue on, you notice you are starting to feel weird, and not in an unpleasant way. You felt tingles all throughout your body and as the trek continued, the stronger it got. Clive noticed you slowing down and the concern rises further. He needs to get you to the infirmary. Now.

He bends down a little and scoops you in his arms, cradling you close to his chest. He feels how hot you are, which only gets him to push harder into getting the both of you back. Just as he enters the area of Hawk’s Cry Cliff, he feels something on his neck and looks to see you kissing his neck. Shock enters his system. The feeling of you kissing the sensitive part of his skin has him in overdrive. What the hell is she doing?

You don’t know what is taking over you. Clive’s pheromones are infesting your brain, turning it into rot. It has a mind of its own and you can’t stop the need to shred his clothes off and let him have his way with you. You take your hand and touch the exposed skin of his chest, slipping your hand under his shirt while continuing to kiss and suck at his neck. You get to one particular spot right above his collarbone and you feel him shudder. You suck hard on the spot and he lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. You kept sucking that spot to try and get him to moan again and go to unstring the leather corset he is wearing. You are, however, stopped when he takes the hand by your head and pulls it back by your hair. You moan as the slight pain sends signals to your pussy.

Clive looks at you, about to reprimand you for acting like this, and in the process giving him a hard on, when he sees how dilated your pupils are, as well as how fast your heart is going. The words that were on his lips vanished, and instead his concern is raised more than ever. The spores the vampire thorn shot out are giving you side effects that he has never seen before. This could be bad.

“What are you feeling right now, _____?” Clive asked, needing to know what was happening.

“I don’t know but it hurts, Clive.” You moan out.

Clive keeps walking faster as he is almost at the lip of the deadlands, that much closer to the Hideaway boat, with his focus still on you. “Where does it hurt? Tell me.” He pushed.

You take a hand and bring it down to your pulsating clit and unintentionally rub it. “Fuck, right here.” You crow.

Clive can’t believe this is happening. He let you become infected with aphrodisiac pollen and now you were a mess in his arms. He has fucked up big time.

“_____ we are almost there. Please try to control yourself.”

You whine because you want him so badly, but you try to keep it together. Clive gets you to the boat where Obolus is. Clive tells him to go post haste and with no questions asked, Obolus sets way for the Hideaway. Clive keeps you close, knowing it isn’t helping you being so close to him but he decides he needs to keep your arms, legs, and head secure so you don’t do something you’ll regret. However, he doesn’t have enough hands to ensure nothing filthy comes out of your mouth.

Clive has your head secured against his head so you couldn’t reach his neck, but the sounds coming from your mouth are devastatingly filthy. Small whimpers and curses caressing his ear with desperation for relief. He wishes he could do something for you right at that moment, but he first needs to see what he’s dealing with.

“Clive.” You draw out. “I need you so bad.”

Oh, good gracious not now.

He avoids eye contact, knowing that will be his second mistake if he does. “What you need is to go to the infirmary so Tarja can help you.”

“But you can help me right now. Give Obolus a show.” You purr.

You are too far gone. The mere suggestion of him pleasing you in front of Obolus was absurd. From you it’s basically heresy.

“_____, that’s enough.”

“Tarja can’t help me. She can’t bend me over your desk to fuck me with a big, fat cock. You can though.”

“I mean it, _____.”

“She can’t stretch me out like you can. Oh heavens you fucking my pussy would ruin all men for me, not that I imagine anyone else but you.”

“This is your last chance to stop. I’m not playing around. I-“

“You fucking me until I am begging for you to cum in me so I’m stuffed full and-“

That’s it.

Clive presses his lips to yours so your fantasies could no longer be spoken out loud. He feels your tongue wanting entry but he keeps his mouth shut. He wants to taste you to the fullest but this isn’t right. He will not take advantage of you and scar Obolus in the process.

The boat arrives at the dock and Clive quickly gets you off the boat, mouthing his apologies to Obolus for anything he had seen or heard. He rushes to the lift and as soon as the lift takes him to the main walkway, he dashed to the stairs and up to the infirmary. He bolts in and sees Tarja and Jill talking, seeing them suddenly alarmed by his presence until they take one look at you.

“Tarja I need you to give _____ something that will help her relax. I am begging.”

Jill goes to his aid immediately, noting the immense distress, while Tarja starts rummaging through the medicine cabinets, laying out different items to concoct something for you. Jill helps him get you into a bed and you are a mess.

“Clive I need you please!”

“Tarja!” Clive yells. She rushes over with a small potion bottle. “Sit her up.” She instructs. He and Jill hold onto an arm each and lift you up so Tarja can force the medicine down your throat. Seconds later, you start to go limp and are layed back down.

Your mind, however, is still going haywire.

“Why isn’t it working, Tarja?” Clive calls.

“It is. It has relaxed her body to the point she won’t be able to move for a little bit.”

You are crying now. The poisonous spores are havocking your body. “Clive!” You cried out.

Tarja turns to Clive. “Leave this to me.”

Before Clive can interject, Jill pulls him to the other end of the room. “What happened? This is not what I meant when I said to take her out on a date.”

Clive groaned. Jill knew how much Clive adores you. She loves to constantly tease him as if he’s a lovesick puppy. He explains what happened at Sorrowise and while he doesn’t go into detail of what you said, he is sure the evidence on his neck says it all.

Jill thinks thoughtfully and then it hits her. “Why don’t you talk to Tomes? He may have some knowledge on vampire thorns. May help us get some insight on how to heal her.”

Clive nods. “Alright. I’ll report back when I get word.” He goes to leave but not before looking at you before exiting. You are sobbing quietly as Tarja inspects you, and his heart sinks at how you look in that moment. Because you don’t look feral like before. You look defeated. And he can only look away as he leaves.

“Harpocrates, what can you tell me about vampire thorns?”

“Ah those weeds. Well, they are related to the death blossom. However, they aren’t nearly as deadly due to the defense mechanisms they possess.”

“What kind of defense mechanisms?” Clive pushed.

Harpocrates put his right hand on his chin, as if he was thinking hard and long about what to say. “Well, it’s rare, but when threatened they will release spores that can be inhaled by the creature they encounter. The reason it’s so rare, however, is because they only release them when they sense the creature they’ve encountered has a compatible mate with them.”

Clive’s breathing halts. A compatible mate? How does that make any sense for defense? Harpocrates can see the pause in Clive’s demeanor and continues. “As you may know, arousal can be a cause for distraction. Heightened arousal will lead the person to put their focus on the person they are being drawn to. This lets the vampire thorn make haste away.”

Clive is in disbelief. He truly has never heard of anything of the sort in all of his time alive in the Realm. The more he thinks about it, the more he starts drawing conclusions of what needs to be done.

And oh Great Greagor if the cure is what he thinks it is then by the flames help him.

Clive stumbles out of his thoughts and swallows the saliva slowly collecting in his mouth. “So what remedies those symptoms?”

Harpocrates smiles, sensing the tension coming off of Clive in waves as he reveals new information. “As far as the knowledge goes, the only remedy for ridding the poison is to reach sexual enlightenment and oftentimes it would need to be reached multiple times depending on intensity. It can be rid of through masturbation but according to the research I have read, the poison leaves quicker when another individual is involved, especially the one at the encounter.”

Clive sighs at the information. Of course that would be the remedy and he doesn’t know how to go about it. He wouldn’t mind taking care of you. Hell, he would enjoy every minute of it. He has had his eyes on you from the very first encounter he had with you at the old Hideaway.

He remembers seeing you care for the new arrivals Cid had brought, ensuring that they were set up with a place to sleep, food to fill their bellies, and water to drink. Seeing you care for the people of the Hideaway and how you interact with them to ensure they can live comfortable lives made Clive’s heart shift in ways he has never felt before.

He remembers how he felt when he heard from Gav that the old Hideaway had been torn to shreds and people slaughtered by the order of Hugo Kupka. His anger and worry knowing that man murdered innocent people, that just wanted to be free, was undeniable. However, the anger and worry he felt not knowing if you had survived or not was indescribable.

It wasn’t until after he had gotten the procedure of removing his brand, however, that you both had talked for the first time. Clive remembers lying down in an infirmary bed, in pain from the brand removal, when you came in to put on new bandages for his wound and wipe away the sweat that kept appearing across his body.

“Lady _____.”

You laughed. “Sir Clive, pleased to meet your acquaintance after all this time.”

He laughed roughly, his throat dry from the lack of water he had been drinking. “My apologies. Our meeting is much overdue.”

You stayed for a long time that night. Both of you talking about your lives before everything went to shit up till now. Both laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until Clive fell asleep that you left but early the next morning you were right back to taking care of him. Even though he was in a lot of pain, he looks at those times fondly all because spending time with you was all he wanted to do back then and even now. The more he spent time with you, the deeper his feelings got and the more he craved you.

There have been many nights where he lied in bed, stroking himself to the thought of him having his way with you, imagining you looking absolutely delirious while he bounced you on his cock. He wants you so badly, but he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to say yes, especially now that he is leading the charge at the new Hideaway.

But in this current situation, neither of you may have a choice if it means curing you of your ailments sooner than later.

Clive thanks Tomes for his service and heads towards the infirmary to see how you were doing. Once there, he sees Tarja dabbing your forehead. He can see how shiny your skin was from the perspiration that formed on your forehead and shoulders. As he walked closer, he saw your eyes were closed and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully in comparison to what happened earlier that afternoon.

“Tarja, how is she?”

Tarja stands up and walks away from you. “I gave her something to sleep for the meantime. Don’t know how long it’ll last for but hopefully she will wake up with a little more clarity. What did you hear from Tomes?”

Clive sighs. “The only remedy is multiple counts of sexual release. Masturbation is an option but could take a while depending.”

“What’s the other option?” Tarja raised her brow.

Clive crosses his arms, contemplating how to go about his answer. “To have sex with someone. He said these plants release spores as a defense mechanism but only when compatible mates are together.”

Tarja’s eyes widened. “You mean… you’re going to have sex with her?”

“Only if she agrees to it. I will present her all the options. I will not do anything that she doesn’t want.”

Tarja stays silent, staring at Clive. He could see it wasn’t in a way of judgment but in a way of trying to get a read on him. She seems to get to her conclusion, which makes her smile and laugh under her breath.

“You really like her, huh? If it helps, she definitely likes you too. Maybe the both of you sleeping together is just what you both need to admit that to each other.”

Clive goes to say something but Tarja speaks before he could start. “So what should we do? I won’t be in the infirmary tonight. Rodrigue will and while I could definitely handle her, I don’t know how he would react to her or how she will react to him when she wakes up.”

Clive thinks for a moment before deciding on an idea that is either really stupid or really smart. “Let’s take her to my chambers. I have a few errands to run before the day is over. By the time I come back, hopefully she’ll be starting to wake up so I can talk with her. I’m sure she’ll be calm enough that she will think clearly of her options.”

“Alright then. Let me get her dressed and we can head on up.” Tarja stated.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll be waiting outside. Call for me when you’re ready.”

Clive leaves to let Tarja do what needs to be done. As he waits, the more he thinks. He doesn’t know what will happen tonight but all he wants is for you to be safe and to feel better.

He will do all that it takes.

You slowly come to and everything feels so fuzzy. You don’t remember falling asleep during your episode of horniness. All you can remember is how devastatingly aroused you were and how much you needed to feel some sort of release. How you wanted Clive to fuck the daylights out of you.

Clive.

Remembering how you acted with him as the side effects took over your system is giving you the worst embarrassment of your life. You’ve had the biggest crush on him for years now and with this stupid ailment you’ve been given, you feel you may have fucked it up. What a tragedy .

You look out into the distance and see nightfall has descended. You sit up to take in your surroundings when you realize where you are. You’re in Clive’s chamber.

In his bed.

You make the mistake of taking a deep breath. You can smell Clive everywhere. His scent takes over your senses, which makes your body remember the urgency it needs in finding release.

You moan at his scent. You lay back down and smell his pillow. For someone who doesn’t use his bed often, his smell is so strong and it is making the wetness that didn’t disappear from early get worse. You needed release. You needed to fucking cum.

You let your hands wander down to the gown you are wearing to pull it up past your breasts. You see your nipples are pebbled and you wish you had Clive here to suck on them. But your fingers will have to do for now. You lightly trace your nipples, making you moan at how sensitive they are. You start to pinch and tug them, imagining it was Clive’s rough fingers doing their magic.

You could feel your eyes watering as your arousal was starting to kick back in ten fold after its long slumber. You could feel it stirring in your loins and it was painful when little pleasure was happening. Or at least the amount of pleasure you needed wasn’t enough with your hands alone.

You were getting impatient. With one hand still toying with your left breast, you let the other one travel down to your center. You graze your heat with your fingertips and feel how slick you are. You dip your fingers into your pussy and draw them out to see cum dripping from them. The sight alone makes you even more wet.

You trace your slicked fingers to your clit and you moan at first contact; the coolness of your essence making your sensitive clit feel so good. You swirl your clit as you keep playing with your breast and while it feels good and provides some relief, it’s not even close to enough. You keep at it, overwhelmed at how you can feel so close yet so far to a release all at once. In frustration, you smack your breast and immediately grip it. You wish so badly that Clive was here, taking you however he pleased.

You keep at your clit and let your mind wander, once again imagining that Clive was here. You’ve always wanted that man. Always wanted him to one day confess that he wanted you too and that he would move Heaven and Storm for you just as you him. You wanted to be loved by him and you wanted to love him in return. But until that day happens, if ever, you will continue to support him and his endeavors as his cherished friend.

Great Greagor, I am going to be like this forever.

You continue to let your imagination run wild, letting Clive’s name slip out a few times when you get very exciting images in your brain. So lost in pleasure and desire, you don’t hear the door of the chamber open and close. You continue your ministrations as you imagine Clive taking you from behind when you feel the bed dip, and as hard as it was to get out of delirium, you open your eyes to see Clive sitting on the bed across from you.

You should feel embarrassed. You should be reaching for the covers to hide your body in shame. But those feelings were nowhere to be found, especially with the way he is looking at you; like a predator on the prowl.

“Clive, it hurts so bad.” You moan.

Clive places his hand on your cheek, grazing it as to comfort you. “I know it does, darling. How long have you been touching yourself?”

All you could do was shake your head. You really can’t recall. It has felt like hours when in reality it could have been only a few minutes. Time doesn’t feel real in this state.

Clive senses your distress. He figured masturbation wouldn’t be feasible. He was hoping you would have still been asleep so he could have been here when you woke up to talk about your options. But now, seeing you glistening in sweat, hair sticking to your face, and laying in a puddle of your own cum, he was starting to lose his composure and he knew he needed to act fast.

Clive steps back into reality and sees you are staring right at him. Tears running down your face from the utter arousal that is shooting throughout your system, making it almost unbearable. He is no telepath, but he senses you pleading to him to make you feel good; to satiate your horniness; to make you his.

You were going to be the death of him.

“_____, would you like me to help you?”

You practically screamed. “Yes! Please fuck me and make me cum please!”

Clive took that cue instantly as he pounced on you, taking the rest of your gown off of you before grabbing you by the head and pressing his lips to yours. He licks the seam of your lips and you invite him with your tongue, both of you toying with each other as both tongues swirl with one another. He tastes exactly as you had imagined and you are afraid you can’t get enough of it.

Clive continues to kiss you as he works on his clothes, removing his hooded cape and all the metal work and leather that made up the upper half of his armor. The little patch of skin that shows with his uniform was a crumb in comparison to the naked skin presented to you. You want to lick the musk that is present on his skin and mark him as a reminder of tonight. Clive went to both of your hands to pin them beside your head, preventing you from playing with yourself. “No more touching yourself, darling. That’s my job now.”

You groan at the lack of contact on your pussy but you know you are about to be taken care of. Clive takes the hand that was on your pussy previously and licks your fingers clean. You couldn’t believe how erotic this all was, especially when he is sucking the cum clean off your fingers while looking at you. You normally would feel shy at a gesture such as this, but all you can feel right now is the primal urge to submit to him in any way that he pleases.

He takes your fingers from his mouth and licks his lips. “By the flames you taste divine. I need more.”

He goes to kiss down your neck as he places himself between your legs. He gets to your chest, only teasing your nipples with a few soft licks on each one before going to your navel, kissing the soft skin presented to him. He arrives at your thighs and licks and bites them in multiple areas while lifting your hips higher so your ass is up in the air. You were going insane, especially with the teasing he is giving.

“Clive I can’t take the teasing anymore please do something.”

Clive smirked. “As my lady wishes.”

It was like a flip switched in his brain because the second his tongue connected to your clit, he became a man starved. The grip he has on your thighs gets stronger as he eats your pussy, taking turns swirling his tongue on your clit and tongue fucking your pussy to collect the nectar gushing out of you. The sounds coming from him are verging animalistic and the vibrations from his mouth are making you see stars. Seeing how much he loves to eat your pussy is doing things for you, and you can feel yourself building up to your first orgasm of the night.

You feel him insert one of his fingers into your hole. His finger slides right in due to how wet you are. It feels good but it isn’t enough. You needed more.

“Please, please please more I can take it.”

Clive looks up at you and places a kiss on your clit. “Yeah? Are you going to take it like a good girl?”

You nodded which earned you a smack on your thigh. “Use your words.”

“Yes I’ll take it like a good girl. I’m your good girl just please I want to cum so fucking bad.” You cried.

This sets Clive off. He has always perceived you as innocent. Not in an ignorant way, but as someone with pure spirit; like no one could taint you. He never imagined seeing this side of you. But seeing you beg for him to make you cum and referring to yourself as his good girl… oh Founder it is making his cock unbearably hard.

He goes ahead and inserts another finger and starts slowly pumping them in and out. You are a moaning mess; chants of “yes” and praises of how good he is making you feel. It spurs him on as he pumps a little faster, adding the curl of his fingers to create a hithering motion to hit that sweet spot every time he enters you. You were on the precipice of release and Clive is aware you are about to fall.

“Cum on my fingers, _____. Make a fucking mess for me.”

The words trigger your release instantly and the moment your legs start to close, Clive keeps them open with his free arm and goes to suck on your clit as you cum. Your hands shoot for his hair as he rides your orgasm and it is too much and not enough all at once. You are a babbling mess and Clive can’t get enough of it. He continues to finger fuck you and suck on your clit causing another orgasm to build back up quickly. “Fuck I’m going to cum again.” You wailed and it washes over you like the biggest tidal wave. You squeeze your eyes shut at the intensity and feel yourself gushing over his fingers as he rides your orgasm out.

You feel post-orgasmic bliss for a split second before you start to feel aroused again and it doesn’t help that Clive is looking upon you like an absolute incubus. Clive with his lips swollen and wet, face glistening with your arousal, hair disheveled from your hands, and the look of exhilaration he was giving you. He is a wet dream. Your wet dream.

He crawls back over you and places both arms beside your head. He places a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling away. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

His voice sounds more rough after eating your pussy and you whine. Clive laughs. “Ah, it looks like someone needs to cum again.” He gets off the bed and starts to remove his pants. “Don’t worry, my dear. You’ll get to cum again. Only this time it’s going to be on my cock.”

He gets his pants and undergarment down and at the first sight of his cock your mouth waters. You knew he’d be big; he’s an Eikon of Fire after all. But your imagination couldn’t have prepared you for how well endowed he is.

And you can’t wait for him to fuck you silly with it.

He gets in between your legs, parting them wide so he can see the full picture. “Fuck” he thinks. You are the most beautiful creature to walk this star. And he gets to have you looking debauched and longing underneath him. How did he get so lucky?

He assumes the position, taking his cock and rubbing the head up and down your folds. He taps it on your clit a few times, making you jolt before giggling at how good it feels. He places the tip of his cock against your entrance, and before sliding in takes his left hand to grip your chin.

“I want you to look at me when I enter you for the first time. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod profusely and he pushes right in, your cum providing easy access. He looks at your face as he enters and oh stars above he couldn’t ask for a better sight. Your mouth agape and your eyes slightly crossing. He settles all the way in, and comes down to meet you in a kiss. You understand what he means when he says you taste divine as you get the remnants from his tongue. His mouth is gentle against yours, and the pace he sets with his cock is languid and slow. It is nowhere to the intensity you need him to be, but Founder you feel so wanted. You could die happy with the way he is cherishing you. You wrap your legs around his waist and place your arms around his neck as he continues his slow strokes, embracing him in his entirety. He moves his head to your jawline, placing soft kisses up towards your ear. “Do you know how long I have wanted you? How much I crave you?”

Clive nips your ear lobe, causing a gasp to escape your mouth. “You have no idea of the things you do to me, and now I’m going to show you.”

He continues his assault on your neck and picks up his pace, pistoning his cock into your tight heat. The atmosphere of this moment is riling you up with the sound of his balls hitting your backside, the grunts escaping his mouth every time he enters you, and the way he is gripping onto you for dear life. It is starting to send you into a spiral of hysteria.

Clive moves down to your chest as he keeps fucking you and takes your right nipple into his mouth, sucking the sensitive bud as a hand grips the other. Your nipples are pebbled to the fullest extent, and with every pinch, pull, and suck your body reacts with a thrash. You are reeling up for your next orgasm and you are so ready .

“Fuck Clive I love you sucking on my breasts.” You whine feeling yourself on the edge.

You feel Clive smirk into your chest and lets go of your nipple with a pop. He looks at you dead in the eyes, ready to take everything you can give him. “Yeah? Did me sucking your sensitive, little breasts make you feel good?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes oh Clive yes!”

He moves to hover over your head as he pounds into your pussy, reaching a hand down to play with your clit. “Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch your face when you cum on my cock.”

You are spiraling at his words. You clench hard on his cock as you cum, gasping and digging your nails into his shoulders. Clive feels himself getting close with the way you are milking his cock and the way you look drunk off the orgasm he is granting you.

But he isn’t finished yet.

He pulls out, causing a whine to leave your lips at how empty you felt. He flips the both of you over so you are on top, but then manhandles you so your back is against his chest. He pulls one of your legs up by your thigh and takes his other hand to guide his cock into your slick heat. His breath is heavy on your neck as he brings your other leg up, making it so both of your thighs are pressed into your body and completely exposed. Being in such a compromising position only spurs on your arousal and you feel your pussy clench on Clive’s cock.

Clive groaned at the feeling. He planted his feet into the bed and started rocking his hips up into you at an intense pace. Messy, wet noises surrounded the room as his cock pushed the cum that you have been producing out of your tight pussy. You were in heaven .

You feel Clive’s breath graze your ear as he continues to pound into you, whispering sweet encouragement that makes your heart swell with the love and adoration you have held for this man for years and your pussy continues to drip as he pushes you towards your descent into sexual madness.

“You are so good, sweetheart. You are taking my cock so well like you were made for it.” He lets go of one of your thighs to take a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back so you were looking at each other. “You were made for my cock, _____. And I will make you take it over and over until my last breath. You are mine.”

Clive kisses you with everything he has, letting his tongue dive into your mouth to continue the dominance he has asserted over you in your quest to sexual fulfillment from the poison. You place your hands under your thighs with one of them intertwining with the hand he still has placed there. You knew this was going to be the most intense orgasm of the night, and you knew Clive was right there with you.

“I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Cum with me please.” Clive begs and you nod. You clench down on him as hard as you can and you start to cum. The oversensitivity in your body causes you to thrash in his arms and moan like an absolute mad woman. “Fuck!” Clive curses as he goes over the edge with you, going as fast as he can as the both of you ride it out.

He sounds so hot when he cums you thought.

He slows down his thrusts and sits up slightly, wanting to see his cum come out of your pussy when he pulls out. He wants you to watch too so he takes your head and pushes it down slightly so you can see where the both of you are connected. He takes both hands to lift you off his cock, and a mix of both yours and his cum flows out onto his stomach. Clive laughs into your neck. “Fuck what a wonderful sight. You took my cum so well.”

You nod and shift so you can kiss him again. You no longer feel insatiable but relaxed. The arousal that once plagued your body officially fucked out of your system. Clive moves you back onto the bed and lays down beside you so you both are facing one another. He rubs your back and cups your face as you let your eyes drift closed, enjoying the peace you are now feeling.

“How are you feeling?” Clive murmurs.

You smile keeping your eyes closed. “Relaxed. Relieved. I feel so at peace.” You bring a hand to his face. “Thank you, Clive. I’m sorry for dragging you down with me.”

Clive frowns slightly. “What do you mean, sweetheart?”

You sigh. “If I had moved faster, we wouldn’t be in this position. You wouldn’t have felt the need to have sex with me. Our relationship would be as it was before. To be honest, I’m scared of what will happen once I leave this room.”

Clive shakes his head and pulls you to his chest, holding your head close to his heart. “I mean what I said, even in the haze of everything. I don’t want what we had before. I want what is to come.”

“What do you mean?” You ask.

He pulls your face towards his. “Believe me when I say this isn’t how I would have gone about sharing my heart to you. There are many ways I wanted to express my feelings towards you, and I apologize that it is here now. But _____, my heart has belonged to you from the first moment I saw you. I don’t want what we had before. I need what we have now, but only if you will have me because I love you.”

You laugh and bury your face back into his chest, your whole body vibrating from the excitement you are feeling. He loves me back. “I love you too.” You whisper into his chest.

Clive pulls you away and looks at you. “Say it again, darling. Please.”

You giggle and bring your hands to cup his face. “I love you. You have my heart for all days.”

You bring Clive down to kiss you and he groans into your mouth. You find him back on top of you, straddling you as you both express the love you have for each other. You pull away and sigh happily. “Sorry for the mess, by the way. Shall we get cleaned up?”

Clive smirks. “I don’t know. I still have to punish you.”

Your eyes widen. “What? Why? I thought I was a good girl.”

“You were, but you weren’t earlier when you made me hard with your filthy words and behavior.” His hand trailed down to your back side. “I ought to give you a good spanking for what you pulled earlier. Maybe then you’ll learn that bad girls get punished. So no, I am not through with you yet.”

“The night has only just begun.”

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