#❥ cid

[pinkkittysaw]

Thigh Riding with the FFXVI Boys

Rating: 18+ Pairings: Reader/Clive Rosfield, Reader/ Cidolfus Telamon, Reader/ Barnabas Tharmr, Reader/Joshua Rosfield Author's note: I had some vile thoughts about Clive's thighs, which evolved into this. I truly have no shame.

Clive Rosfield

You’re both lying in your shared bed chambers, what started as a chaste kiss soon turned into more, the heated exchange leaving you aching for more. His lips assault your own, large hands bringing you closer and closer into his lap as you grind against him.

“Founder, you’ll kill me,” he groans with a smile, rolls his eyes as you straddle his leg. 

“Come on Clive,” you whine. Dragging yourself higher and higher on his thick thighs. “Lemme ride you? Please? I promise it’ll feel good, just let me—”

A clench of his thigh and you shut up, whatever you were going to say interrupted with a cry of his name.

Clive shakes his head, holds you down and moves your body faster. “This is your punishment, for being a tease the whole day—”

You’re aware of your actions, how you had bent over in his favorite sundress, pressed your ass against him as he walked past and let him wanting in the middle of the hideaway. Even so you beg for forgiveness, cradling his head between your hands.

“I’m sorry,” you plead, kissing at his jaw. “I just wanted to mess with you a little, please—”

“You certainly did,” he grunts, watching your body shake with fascination. “And now you reap the rewards. You come like this or not at all, understand?”

You want to argue, but his steel gaze makes your words die on your tongue. Another whine, your hips move on their own, faster and faster still. Pawing at his bare chest, the hard plane serving as an anchor as he manhandles you.

He swallows every noise you make, every high-pitched sob and wail you make only spurring him further. “What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out?”

There’s a cruel laugh that leaves him, but you’re too far gone to care, aching for more until his fingers find your clit.  You fall to ruin with his name on your lips, your release dripping against his thighs. 

You share a moment of calm, breaths entangling with each other, the silence broken when his cock presses at your entrance.

Strained, he sighs into your mouth. “You’ll be the death of me,” before flipping you onto your back.

Cidolfus Telamon

When Gav mentioned Cid needed you in his solar you had an idea of his intentions, but you never expected to find him shirtless in his chair, legs spread.

“I was just thinking about you,” he said as you entered. Fully turned and beckoning you toward him, his voice invites you closer.

“Here, come take a seat on your commander's lap.”

He’s a tease to the highest degree, you knew this already, but he still manages to surprise you. You look to his legs, and back to him, biting your lip in hesitation. 

“Come now,” he drawls, patting his leg. “I know you’re interested.”

Damn him and his smug grin because he’s right, and it only grows wider when you walk forward. One step, and then another, his eyes follow you closely as you straddle his leg, finding just the right spot that makes your breath catch in your throat.

Observant as he is, he feels your reaction, leans in close to say: “Right there?”

He moves your hips just slightly and you answer with a sigh. “Yes, right there.”

He makes a noise in agreement, and then rocks you back and forth, drawing out the cutest moans from your lips.

“Told you it’d feel nice,” he sighs. His voice echoes in your ears, makes your body hotter as he drags his thigh against your pussy. 

“Suppose that’s all you need then,” he teases. His hands grip your ass tighter when you grind into him. You’re lost in the feeling of the soft leather against your clit, your head hanging down as you pick up the pace.

Don’t, don’t say that—” you gasp, whimpering when he lands a slap to your rear.

“That’s not what it looks like to me.” Another slap echoes through the air. “Seems to me you’re enjoying yourself plenty. Willing to bet I don’t even need to fuck you, just let you sit pretty on my lap just like this—”

His leg rises higher and higher, laughing as you tremble above him. “I’m right aren’t I?”

Grunts bounce off the walls, a rhythm forming between the two of you. “Don’t even need my cock, do you?”

“I do,” you moan, uncaring of how loud you are. “I need it, please—”

“What was that?” He huffs, bites at your neck and licks at the marks he leaves behind. “I can’t hear you dear, speak up.”

“I need your cock, please Cid!” you cry, holding onto his shoulders. Your legs burn with exhaustion, back arching into his touch. He bounces his thigh once, twice, growling in your ear as he does.

“Come for me love, and I’ll let you have it.”

There’s a moment when your body goes numb, before you become awash with emotion. He comforts you through your orgasm, mumbling praise as you press yourself into his hold, shaking.

A moment of quiet, you feel the press of his bulge against the side of your leg as he speaks.

“That was only the beginning, we still have the rest of the night.”

Barnabas Tharmr

Sleipnir informed you that Barnabas would be missing all day, with him being unable to return until nightfall. Diplomatic duties, he called it, and even though you knew it was a requirement of being king of your own nation, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit lonely. That loneliness soon turned to longing, and when he left you alone in your shared bed to continue his work, that longing turned to lust.

You knew he was busy, but you didn’t really care. You wanted to see your husband, manners be damned.

Your entrance is announced with the gentle creaking of the door. Instantly his head lifts to admonish, only for his gaze to soften at the sight of you.

“My love, what are you doing here?” He asks, neck deep in a stack of papers. He usually looks exhausted, but it’s as if the sight of you alone gives him a boost of energy. 

Wordlessly he opens his arms and you stride toward him, falling into his embrace. He holds you tight, breathes in your scent and sighs blissfully.

“I’ve missed you, my king,” you mumble in his hair, your voice carrying an all-too familiar whine to it.

“Is that so?” He chuckles, watches you nod with a pout on your lips. “I apologize for neglecting you, my dear. As you can see, I have been otherwise occupied.”

He waves towards the messy stack of documents half-heartedly before looking back to you.

“I know, I know,” you agreed. You move to sit onto his lap and he lets you, the feeling of his warm hands against your waist making your body relax. “Couldn’t you take a break? For me?”

For once you take advantage of your charms, give him the best doe-eyes you can and stroke his jaw. There’s a moment of weakness, the temptation to give in visible in his eyes, but he soon shakes his head.  “Unfortunately I cannot.”

The disappointment is visible on your face. A kiss to your temple does little to help.

A beat, he takes your chin between his fingers and gives you a sinful smile. “I have an idea, if you’re interested.”

You nod, following the movement of his body. He relaxes further in his chair, pulling you forward.

“I can’t stop my work, however…”

He shifts, places you fully onto his leg and purrs into your ear.

“...you are free to take what you need.”

He looks at you expectantly, your facing getting hot at the implication. Your eyes flick between him and your position, easing yourself onto the thick muscle with a languid pace. Slow, calculated, you glide onto him until your lust catches up with you, burying your face in his chest as you rock back and forth.

“That’s it…” he coos, leaving a kiss to your cheek before working on his papers once more. “Behave, and when I’m done I will make sure you’re taken care of.”

Back and forth, you move erratically, and even though his eyes are on his paperwork his attention is on you, the slight bounce to his leg bringing you to new heights. You whine into his tunic, a familiar heat blossoming in your core.

He takes notice immediately, holds you down and presses you further as he clenches his leg, comforting you as you shake and shudder on top of him, struggling for breath.

“Such a pretty sight, my beautiful queen falling apart.” he mutters, his eyes ripped from whatever he was doing before to watch you. You’re certain you’ve left a mess of his pants, but he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. 

“I barely have to touch you, desperate thing that you are.” he hums. His words bring you to completion, thighs shaking with the force of your orgasm. His strong hand rubs your back when you collapse on top of him, kissing at your face and tasting the sweat from your brow.

“So well behaved,” he quipped, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Now, are you satisfied or would you rather I lend my efforts?”

Joshua Rosfield

When Joshua suggested trying something new in the bedroom you were on board immediately. You fully trusted him heart and body, but you will admit, you had your doubts in the beginning.

“So, I just sit?” You ask. He nods excitedly, beckons you close and pats his leg. You follow, letting yourself settle into his embrace.

“You trust me, right?”

“I do, it’s just…a little simple, don’t you think?”

He kisses away your doubt, your body relaxing under his touch. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”

The answer comes to you easily. “No, but—“

He interrupts you with another kiss. “Then trust that I will not start now.”

And so he kept his promise, within minutes you were helplessly moaning into his mouth, descending into madness with each push and pull, his hands glued to your waist.

Somewhere between begging him for more and crying out his name you apologized for ever doubting him.

The desire you feel suffocated you, grips you tight and doesn’t let go. A particularly hard bounce has your eyes closed in pleasure before Joshua brings your attention back to him.

“Don’t close your eyes dear, look at me,” he whispers. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders, but you look up anyway and stare through half-lidded eyes.

“There you are, that’s it,” he gasps. “I knew you could do it.”

He surges forward, capturing your lips as you squirm on his lap. He swallows every noise you make greedily, a desire to consume your very being. His fingers sneakily find your clit and circle the sensitive nub, forcing you to pull away and cry out in bliss.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he coos. “I’ve got you, just let go for me.”

You do as he asks, letting your juices run down his leg. Your hips stutter against him, body soon falling limp and succumbing to pleasure. Your mind still feels heavy with lust, mouthing half-finished sentences until you can manage to catch your breath.

“Where the hells did you learn that?” you mumble.

He chuckles at your weakened state, running his hands across your body. “I may have heard Cid mention the idea.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

Your laughter falls in sync with his as he speaks. “Even so, I thought it was interesting. I enjoy looking at you. It’s not everyday I get to witness someone so pretty.”

Your face runs hot at his words. “You see me every day though.”

He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “And yet it’s never enough.”

He maneuvers you onto the bed, crawls between you and plays with the waist of your underwear.

“Now, be a dear and let me see more.”

[pinkkittysaw]

semi ashamed to admit i have been having cid daddy kink thoughts 😔

[starrylothcat]

Ollo! I GIVE THEE A SMUTTY PROMPT

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ���

With... 👀👀👀👀👀💀👀👀👀

Fox or Hunter or an oc of choice if you'd rather

Alright there goes my bravado times to slink back to the blankets

😘💜💜💜

Beautiful Meal

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut, hardly any plot. Oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), kissing, Hunter being horny (what’s new). Reader wears a dress, though dress and reader aren’t described. Established relationship.

WC: 956

Summary: You were supposed to be gathering intel for a mission, but Hunter has other ideas.

A/N: Moonlight my darling! This prompt is so delicious…thank you for inspiring some thots. I had to choose Hunter…because you know me. I just can’t help myself. I hope you enjoy it!

The moment Hunter’s hand traced up your thigh under your dress, you knew what he wanted.

You were in a casino, sitting at a dirty booth trying to gather intel. Or that was the intended plan.

Hunter’s eyes haven’t left your body since you slipped into a dress to blend in at the gambling den. You knew his senses were honed in on you, rather than the crime lord you were trying to track down.

You locked gazes with him, his eyes seemingly glowing in the dark, smoky shadows of the casino. His hand was now tracing further up your thigh, dangerously close to your panty line.

“Hunter…” you warned, knowing you were powerless against his touch, wanting, needing more.

Hunter smirked, grazing his finger over your thin, silken panties.

“You’re wet. I can feel it. I can smell it.” He whispered, leaning into your ear, his lips barely brushing against your lobe. Goosebumps erupted up your legs as he began rubbing small, deliberate circles over your clothed clit.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that was threatening to leave your throat, not wanting to attract attention.

Luckily, your booth was at the back of the seedy gambling institution, and given how dark it was in there, no one would know what was going on unless they had a reason to look at you.

“We…we need this info.” You managed to whisper, his finger still languidly rubbing over your now very wet panties. “We can’t be distracted.”

You were trying to stay professional, but crumbling by the second. It was hard when your boyfriend was now slipping his finger under your panties, reveling in the small sounds you couldn't hold back.

Hunter hummed, his body pressed into your side.

“I’ve been distracted since you slipped into this dress, sweetheart.”

You were gripping your drink so hard you thought you might shatter it, your breath becoming labored.

“Besides, we’ve been here for a while, and from what I can tell, we have the info we need for Cid.”

“Hunter, we - “ Your words were cut off by a sharp gasp as his thick finger probed your entrance.

“What was that?” He teased, teasing you with his finger in such a way you wanted to scream.

“Let’s get out of here.” You whined, knowing you sounded desperate.

Hunter hummed and pressed a kiss right under your ear. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・❥・・

Soon, you were back in the small motel room you were sharing, splayed out on the small bed. Your dress was shoved up past your hips as Hunter kissed and nipped up and down your thighs.

He had already thoroughly lavished your neck, leaving love marks precisely where they could be covered by your normal clothing.

He was now working on your thighs, saving himself for his eventual feast between your legs.

Your panties were still on, thoroughly soaked by now, needing him to continue what he started earlier.

“Hunter…” you whined, his lips now ghosting over your clothed cunt. “Please…” Hunter licked a stripe up your clothed pussy, groaning at your taste.

He sat up slightly, gazing at you and your disheveled form with heavy eyes.

You were beautiful.

The way your lips parted as you panted, your cheeks and chest flushed a deeper color, your hair a mess, the desperation in your eyes for him to please you in the ways only he knew how.

“You’re gorgeous like this, you know that?” Hunter mumbled, hooking his fingers under your panties and sliding them down your legs.

“All spread out like a good girl…” His lips met your lower ones, kissing your pussy, sliding his tongue up and down. “A good girl who just wants to be eaten.”

Hunter gripped your hips to keep you in place as he plunged his tongue into you, feeling your body convulse with pleasure as he began his meal.

Your moans and gasps were a melody, your fingers gripping his hair and head tightly, anchoring yourself even more to him, trying to bring his face even closer to your aching core.

The sounds were obscene, your choked cries and the wet sounds of his mouth working you to release.

When Hunter began working your clit with the tip of his tongue, he knew you would be coming undone soon.

He could hear your breathing hitch, your heart rate change, the scent of your arousal becoming impossibly stronger.

With a final circle of his tongue over your clit, your orgasm crashed over you, wave after wave of hot bliss starting at your core and pulsating through your body.

Hunter greedily drank every drop you gave him, still working you with his mouth until you were gently pushing him away from you.

You lay boneless and satisfied as Hunter crawled up your body to lay next to you. He traced his finger up your arm, letting you catch your breath.

You smiled, turning your head toward him. “You’re impossible, you know that?” You let out a breathy laugh. “I can’t take you anywhere.”

Hunter chuckled, kissing your shoulder. “Are you complaining?”

You reached down to palm the large bulge that was tenting his pants. “Of course not, darling.”

You watched Hunter’s eyelids flutter close and his brows knit together as you rubbed along his length, which you knew was aching for attention.

“Now, be a good boy and lay down. It’s your turn to spread out nice and pretty for me.” You gently squeezed his cock, a deep groan escaping his lips.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Hunter rumbled as you sat on top of him, ready to deliver him the same attention he gave you.

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[luneariaa]

☀︎ 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 | 𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧

❥︎ - ; x ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ! ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄɪᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇꜱ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ. 💜

❥︎ - 𝐚/𝐧 : ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴄɪᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴏɴᴇ 💜 ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ!

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

Young (Y/N) jolted awake in the hideaway chamber, clutching onto her blanket and her favorite plushie tightly in her other hand with slight fear upon her features. It seems quite obvious that she has just experienced some nightmares, and it scares her so much that all she wants is for it to disappear-- but it refuses to leave her mind for now.

Cidolfus had just finished fixing some of his tools before he decided to check upon his little girl. He assumed that she has long fallen asleep, due to the pretty late hours of midnight. 

But he is proven wrong once he arrives at her room; witnessing the sight of her being somewhat fearful as she begins to look up at him, which causes his concern to increase and rushes towards her side.

"Oh, you poor dear, are you having nightmares?" The young girl didn't answer at first, simply stared at him for a bit longer before nodding slowly, accompanied with a slight sniffle. Cid gently caresses her hair, trying to bring some sort of comfort for her.

"Shh, there's nothing to fear, for I am with you here." He shushes her ever so lovingly. "Do tell me, if you're alright with it; what is your nightmare about?"

The girl went silent for a while there, gathering up the courage to explain.

"I-It's you, it's just--" She stopped herself, inhaling shakily before adding any of her words further-- to which he nodded understandingly.

"I'm so sorry, my dear.. But what is it about me that has caused you such distress?" Cidolfus doesn't want to be pushy or something like that, but if the dream involves him, he needs to know.

"You.. something happened to you, a-and I couldn't do anything--" Painful sounding sobs begin to escape from her while slowly admitting about her nightmare; her voice becoming slightly muffled.

"I'm sorry.."

Cid suddenly feels very guilty within his heart; continuing to provide all the comfort that she needs as that's all he's able to do at this very moment. When he finally gave his response, however, his voice remained soft and as soothingly as possible.

"No, I'm sorry-- but you need not to apologize over something that you can't control." He sighs softly, before resuming with his reassuring words.

"It won't ever happen, alright? I promise you that-- I will never leave your side no matter what." The young girl didn't reply anything at first, before dropping her plushie on the bed, then went to embrace him as tightly as possible; as if to reassure herself that he's alive and well, with her.

The embrace alone felt akin to a daughter wanting some comfort from her dear father. He may not be her real father-- merely the one person who actually cared enough to adopt her, yet he treats her with full of love and care; often ensuring her safety above anything else, that's for sure.

Without hesitation, he returns the embrace as well, stroking her hair all the way. Cidolfus could even feel the sudden wave of warmth and fatherly affection coursing through his body. 

Just by the fact that she trusts him enough-- feeling safe around him... It truly made him feel very lucky. A small kiss on her forehead was being placed after.

"You don't deserve to dream anything as such-- but don't fret. It's not real, and merely a dream." Cid reassures once more, smiling tenderly down at her. "Now, let's get you back to bed, shall we?"

With a slow nod, she slowly lies back down on her bed-- hugging her beloved plushie back tightly within her grasp.

"Can you.. stay with me here..?" Her request made him smile a bit, agreeing to do so without hesitation. 

"Of course, my dear, I will."

Cidolfus tucks her in, sitting by her side as he had promised for now. His hand gently made its' way again to caress her hair; all the while humming a little tune that he knows all too well on how much she loves it-- attempting to calm her and letting her rest peacefully.

"You are very dear to me, I hope that you always remember that."

"I love you so much. I've known you; raised you as my own.. And I have no single regrets in doing so. There's nothing in this world that I would rather do than to watch you grow, and your happiness and safety is my top priority."

Despite still being quite young and can't fully comprehend what he has spoken to her, she still somehow understands how much the man, who has provided her care and safety, loves her dearly. 

A small grin is present upon her features, her eyes are now slowly closing.

"I love you too, papa.. Thank you.."

God knows how he truly felt that time. She barely calls him that-- to which he understands completely, but this time was different.

It feels as if the heavens above have smiled down on him; granted him a special wish, a gift to him alone.

He observes her for a little more as she begins to sleep peacefully. Cid wasn't naive enough to believe that he would be around forever, thus he wanted to cherish every single moment with her. She is the most precious treasure that this world has blessed him with.

After some passing minutes, his eyes begin to grow tired, and he decides that it's time for him to retire into his own chamber. Cid leaves her room after as quietly as possible, but not before leaving a small kiss on her forehead.

When she awakens by the morning, he will remain there by her side; ready to get on through their lives together with her as his main strength, his little light of hope.

𝐞𝐧𝐝.

-✰-

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[nievea]

・❥・@adureus asked ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐀 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 ⸻ 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭. A sense of normalcy had risen, offered them a shift in responsibility that exists so removed from violence. Now, it's the nurturing, tending hands of a mother and father. The former slumbers, the latter takes his role this day. Swaddled light in cotton and arms is their son, still new, still young to the world. Just shy of a glimpse of his eyes : a blue to mimic the staunch of his sire. Elsewhere features are softened and project a strong reflection of his mother ⸻ they oft remark it, the village women. Clive doesn’t mind the underemphasis of his genes. Dawn had newly broken, golden and sweet, its warmth unfurls through thicket and bough, sweeps the grass, grants a gilded glimmer to dew mottled about the expanse of their lot. It was strange, to be at a standstill, to savour this tableau. Save for the gentle rise and fall of the babe’s breath, the occasional babble, the cling of the tiniest of fingers, no motion animates the room. In a past life, Clive would roam the realm with urgency and tasks at his back. Now, deterring beasts and honing a green thumb seemed so trivial in comparison. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀It was fine. A fulfilling life need not expedience and action. He deserved the calm. They deserved the calm.

it was quiet. aside from the fireplace crackling, Torgal's gentle snores & the breaths from their newborn son, their world was still. the three of them lay together, herself along the chest of her beloved, their baby boy nestled within her arms. swaddled within one of the many blankets she spent most of her condition crafting. he would have one for each day of his life the village ladies had joked ⸻ but he was born on quite the winter day. her maternal instincts made she he would always be warm. as the snowstorm gently fell outside as she labored, the inside of their home was loving, warm & safe for his arrival. one of his many blankets laid out waiting for him. sure she went overboard with his blankets. socks, outfits.. hats, even. but she had to be certain he would want for nothing. perhaps part of that was anxiety. she had never loved someone she'd never met so much in her life. luck had never been on their side, so by overpreparing she soothed those quiet fears that loomed within her head. they all subsided the moment he was placed atop her chest.

it was amusing that he was born on a winter day ⸻ looking just like his mother. there were still parts of Clive found within his features, but it was she who he took mostly after. his little tufts of silver hair. her button nose. those silver eyelashes of his fluttered open, revealing the blue that resembled his father. heart melted within her chest as her finger brushed his delicate cheek. he had been in their lives for just a week. it had been the best week of their lives.

❛ I love looking into his eyes. ❜ her voice was soft. eyes never pulling from his. Cid's tiny fingers gripped one of Clive's, letting his father know he was awake. ❛ it's like looking into yours. ❜

[roshield]

hollyhock, sage, violet

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

hollyhock : how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ? what’s something they strive for in life ?

even at his lowest, his sense of ambition was always strong. rather than revenge for his brother's death, now clive strives for a world where people can simply live as they should rather than simply die as men like cid started his journey with. people can choose to die as men but they should also be able to choose to live as well.

sage : what is your muse’s legacy ? what do they want to be remembered for & what might they actually be remembered for ?

something interesting about clive's whole journey in ffxvi is that he is very much fine with not leaving behind a legacy about himself. he's always been someone who stood off to the side, giving his support and comfort to those who need it. of course, his friends and comrades will remember him as a hero and the person who liberated the world from ultima's grasp, but for the most part, i think clive just wants to be remembered as who he is - clive. not mythos, logos, cid, wyvern, or even ifrit. he just wants to be remembered by his name, if he should be remembered at all. his legacy should be something warm, like a pair of arms wrapping around someone.

violet : how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

not super well! he would respond with anger and disgust, and he won't hesitate to take them out if he needs to. but i think the main emotion he would feel especially is hurt, if it's someone he's poured a lot of love and trust into.

[pinkkittysaw]

i believe in mutual obsession with mr. cidolfus telamon

[pinkkittysaw]

YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Okay but hear me out. After he makes you bite his glove off and keep it in your teeth. His other hand with the glove still on, gets to give you that bite of sensation of cooler leather on your bare skin. (Def related to your recent post. Def maybe related to my own cooking over here. Maybe I gave you a brain worm, maybe it's Maybelline.)

Anon no because you get me and our brainworms are communicating rn because you’re so right lemme paint a picture rq

He’s got that self-assured grin, he always does, but moreso now that you’re kneeling between his legs. Your head in his lap, his fingers find a home in your hair, gently pulling at the strands until you’re forced to look up at him with those pretty little doe eyes he loves so much.

His free hand reaches up to glide against your cheek, the cool leather a contrast to the trail of fire he leaves in his wake. His thumb traces at your bottom lip and they part without him needing to ask.

His leather-clad fingers play with your tongue, heavy and lethargic, watches enamored at your jaw goes slack and your eyes slowly gloss over, wanting to bring his digits closer into your mouth but he holds you still, keeps you where he wants you. Your muffled noises only serve to harden his cock and he knows you can see it when your eyes follow the line of his bulge and you whine.

You stay like that for a while, with Cid watching you from above. You get used to the taste of leather, slowly going dumb and he hasn’t even touched you yet. Only when his glove is slick with your saliva does he indulge, smudging your glossy lips further when he commands you.

“Bite.”