#ARE YOU READING CLIVE X GAV?

[olessan]

BENJAMIN...

[drabblesandimagines]

Bedrest

Bit of a follow-on from Prescription, from this request Clive Rosfield x female reader, as fluffy as puppy Torgal, but then a lil' spice tease at the end

“You be sure to look after him, Torgal.” You scritch the wolf’s head as he noses into your side, enjoying your attentions. You’re in bed – feeling quite the lady of leisure this long after sunrise. “You might’ve noticed I’ve grown quite fond of your master.” Clive smiles warmly at the scene as he finishes putting on his leathers. He has business to attend to in Dhalmekia – Jill and Torgal attending alongside. It was a matter to which he had already delayed in addressing, wanting to savour a few undisturbed days within your company after your confession in the infirmary.

Tarja had insisted you rest and to keep off your injured leg to allow the muscle a chance to heal. There were no healing magicks to be undertaken in the Hideaway after all, not when you all knew the cost to the Bearer casting it. Patience, rest and herbal medicines were the only things for it.

Clive had thrived in the role as carer, immediately whisking you up in his arms and carrying you off to his chambers for the past few days. You’d tried to dissuade him from delaying his trip – his work was far more important, you’d stressed – but every time you’d protested, he’d rather rudely silenced you with a kiss.

“I wish you’d allow me to leave Torgal here with you.”

“I’ll feel much better knowing he’s with you. After all, if I’m not there, I’ll be reassured you have him and Jill to keep you out of mischief.”

You’d thought you’d return to your own bunk in the lower decks for Clive’s upcoming departure, but he’d insisted you continue convalescing in his chambers. Tarja had been checking in on your wounds daily – reapplying salve and fresh bandages. She’d noted concern about the way the one on your side was healing, noting the stitches had pulled apart a little but it should still heal nicely.

“It’s in an especially awkward place, prone to being tugged in natural movement,” she’d said that with a peculiar look at Clive, the man ducking his head bashfully when, truthfully, he’d been nothing but respectful of the healer’s specifications in regards to your recovery.

The Fire Dominant had even gone as far to count the stairs you’d have to conquer from your bunk to the ale hall – the daily exercise Tarja did allow - and compared it that of the one from his chambers. You wished you’d seen the hideaway’s face as Clive walked slowly down the steps, counting them one by one – he’d always taken steps two at a time with the length of his stride. He concluded it made far more sense for you to continue your recovery there, as to not put the stitches under any further strain with any extra steps.

“You’ll rest, won’t you?”

You force a tired smile. “I will.”

“I know it is difficult but, please, have patience. It’ll be worth it in the end.” He places a hand on your cheek and bends down, kissing you softly on the lips.

He draws back with a boyish grin, before heading towards the chamber doors.

“I miss you already, my darling.”

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Three days have passed and you’ve stayed true to your word - staying in Clive’s chambers and only leaving to break your fast and partake in supper in the ale hall, someone’s eyes always tending to mind your slow and cautious journey there and back.

You’d tried to pass your days reading – the shelves had an extensive collection and Harpocrates had ferried over a pile of fairytales for your consumption - or making conversation with Otto, or Gav, or Cole as whoever came in to drop off missives, awaiting Clive’s return, and endless attempted naps, though they seemed to achieve little but make you more tired as you’d stare up at the ceiling half the night, feeling wide awake and hoping that Clive was okay.

Tarja would visit in the evening – applying salve and changing the bandages, determined to keep you free of infection.

“Is it healing all right?” You ask, as she finishes tightening the last strip.

“I think we’re nearly…”

“Tarja!” Gav’s voice boomed from the hall below before thunderous footsteps came up the stairs and the chamber door swung open, revealing an out of breath scout. “Bearers just came in – four in total, three in bad shape…”

“Coming!” Tarja gets up and departs swiftly, Gav following at her heels.

You wish you could help.

On the fourth morning, after another off and on sleep, you are thoroughly fed up of reading and staring at the ceiling and resting and surely, by now, the skin should’ve begun to mend. Afterall, Tarja had said pretty much so last night, hadn’t she? The ale hall had been full of talk of the state of the new Bearers joining the ranks and Tarja would be rightly preoccupied looking after their hurts. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to stretch your legs a little further than the twice daily trip to the ale hall…

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Late afternoon and you’d perhaps tackled more stairs and walked around the outer decks a little more than planned but having the freedom to do so once more had been wonderful... until your side had started smarting. You’d been up in the atrium and, to avoid any possible run-ins with Tarja by going past the infirmary, you’d gone back down the stairs and planned to return to Clive’s chambers cutting through the forge. Blackthorne is hard at work at the anvil as usual and used to people walking past, so he doesn’t even raise his head as you stride past.

As you enter the main hall and walk clear of Charon’s store, you can see Gav is stood at the ale hall counter, deep in conversation with Clive, who clocks you immediately with an amused look.

Oh.

You walk forward cautiously to meet the two of them at the counter – there’s no point in trying to flee.

“My lady, you do appear to be lost.”

“You’re back,” you try and swerve the conversation. “We weren’t expecting you for another two moons.”

“Yes – it didn’t take as long as I’d planned and I was eager to return to you, but you don’t seem to be resting as instructed.” He takes a step forward then, and you unconsciously take one back.

“No, I have been. I just feel it’s time to…”

Before you can blink, as if he’s used the Phoenix’s blessing to increase his speed, he hooks his arm under your knees and one around your back, scooping you with ease.

“Gav, would you be so kind to accept any missives for me whilst I deal with this?”

“Clive…!“ You start to protest, feeling blood flush your face as you were pressed against his chest. The men quickly enter into conversation once more, ignoring you.

“What’s in it for me?” Gav smirks, folding his arms.

“Molly, open him a tab, please. I’ll settle up in the morning.”

“Howay – that’s what I’m talking about.” The scout grins. “Not a missive will slip through on my watch.”

You keep quiet as Clive carries you through the hall and towards the stairs. Charon takes a deep puff of her cigarette as you catch her eye – her expression gives nothing away.

Once in the chambers, he walks over to the bed, lays you down gently without a word, before heading back over to the chamber door and closing it, sliding the bolt across that he had Blackthorne forge to provide the two of you some privacy at certain hours.

He removes his sword from its sheath, placing it against the wall and then strips his cloak, leathers and belts in moments, leaving him in his undershirt and trousers and returns to the bed, sitting to the side of you – giving you that look.

“I’m fine, honestly.”

“May I?” His hand hovers at the hem of your shirt. You nod, and he pulls it up, his fingers ghosting around the bandages wrapped tightly around your abdomen. “Hm. A few spots of blood – I do hope we stopped you causing further damage, as well as prevented Tarja’s wrath.”

“Really?” You twist your head, trying to see but it’s an awkward position. “But I did rest - I only left the bed to break my fast and take supper the past three days.”

“I know it is frustrating, but you must remain patient. Your excursion today may have even undone all that hard work. Tarja will be able to confirm, though.”

You sigh, flopping your head down on the pillow dramatically as Clive tugs your top back in place.

“It’s a good thing I returned when I did, hm?” He squeezes your hand. “I can clear things for a couple of days again.”

“No, you shouldn’t put things off just because of me.”

“But how else will I get you to behave without my keen eye on you?” He picks your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of it, before he smirks with a thought.

“Do I need to restrain you?” He quickly takes your other hand and lifts them both above your head, bringing them together before pinning them in place with one large hand. He leans over you, enjoying the tease.

“Perhaps I’ll need to bind your hands to the bed so you actually rest.”

“You wouldn’t.” You scoff, but you don’t sound as confident as you think you should. Your heart is pounding at the idea.

“Do not tempt me.” His voice has a dangerous edge to it now. “I did tell you that you had consumed my thoughts in all ways, did I not? Perhaps that was one of them.”

Clive lowers his face closer to you, biting his lip as he takes in the adorable flush of your cheeks, how your breathing has increased, squirming slightly under his gaze…

“However…” he sits upright then, pulling you up gently with him before he releases his grip upon your wrists and smiles, innocently, “..not whilst you’re injured. Use it as motivation, if you so desire.”

“You’re cruel.” You pout, folding your arms across your chest.

“Patience, my lady.” He gets to his feet and you think he means to leave you alone in your pity, only for him to clamber in behind you in the bed. He coaxes you back to lean against his chest, his legs now spread either side of yours and wraps his arms gently around you – ever mindful of your wound.

“Allow me to rest with you. Share the burden, so to speak.” He rests his head upon your shoulder, his voice vibrating through your cheek.

“I’m not tired,” but still you sink in deeper until his embrace, closing your eyes.

“I am,” he admits. “You said you haven’t been to Dhalmekia?”

“I haven’t.”

“It’s hot. Sandy – every breath I took I felt as if I was breathing it all in, and I fear I’ll be encountering sand in my boots too for moons to come.” He murmurs in your ear. “On the journey back, every time Torgal shook it was as if we’d walked into another sandstorm. We may have to bathe him to be rid of it…”

You smile at the idea of the sodden wolf in the hideaway’s bathing chambers.

“Which reminds me – they have hot springs in Dalimil. I don’t believe I’ve seen water so blue before. There’s a bath-house in the city too. The owner, in fact, owes me a favour. Perhaps when you’re recovered we can go. I hear it’s meant to be most relaxing.”

“Mm,” you agree, softly.

“The market is bustling - I think you’d like looking around at all the different wares, especially the offerings at their bakers. I’ve never seen so many types of bread, and some quite unique. There was a cob shaped like the former Drake’s Fang, even…”

Clive trails off, noting the change in your breathing. For someone claiming not to be tired, you’d soon fallen fast asleep to the dulcet tones of his voice. He suspects it’s from the overexertion from the day, but he also hopes it’s from the comfort you’ve found wrapped in his arms.

Clive presses a kiss to your crown before he lays his head back on the pillow, allowing himself to close his eyes.

“Rest well, my darling.” -- Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi

[flowersbane]

The Series Of Unfortunate Events That Lead To Putting Carrots In A Cake

Joshua Rosfield X Reader

This is the second version of this request. It's a bit similar in some parts, but I like having fic variants. ( ^_^ ) b

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Baker!Reader, Finally Getting Joshua To Eat Some Gosh Darn Vegetables, Fluff, Teasing, Unedited, Fun, Cutesy.

It was truly a wonder how this recipe book had fallen into your hands.

A trader from the Crystalline Dominion had been making his way to Rosaria when a flock of chocobos had attacked his wagon. Clive had happened to cross the man’s path and while most of the man’s merchandise had been destroyed, he was still able to repay Clive’s kindness with a tattered recipe book. And yet, as Clive was returning from Rosaria, the book toppled over a cliff, never to be found again. However, as luck would have it, a group of bandits happened across the book. They tossed it in with their collection and forgot about it. Months later, the bandits stole from a supply caravan that was carrying goods meant for the Hideaway. Otto had intended for the Cursebreakers to retrieve their stolen goods, but Joshua offered to go instead. After some convincing, Otto agreed. Joshua, Jote, and Torgal confronted the bandits. Joshua had intended to only take what the Hideaway needed, but one of the bandits called Torgal a mangy mutt, causing his mercy to dissipate. After a short battle, Joshua and Jote hitched the wagons to some chocobos and made for the Hideaway. During their travels, Joshua rummaged through their loot until he found something suitable for you. A baker’s book. Perfect. He grinned, ignorant of the way the stars aligned for this one moment.

Now, you leaned against the counter of the Ale Hall, leisurely flipping through the pages of recipes. A recipe rut had been plaguing you for the past week and you were hoping that this new book might put an end to it. You had just turned to the next page when commotion on the Main Deck caught your attention. You turned your head a little to see Gav rising from placing down a heavy-looking, wooden crate. One of many, from what you can see.

“Founder,” Gav muttered, “what a mess this is.”

“It could be worse,” Cole commented, having dropped off a box of his own. “They could be turnips.”

“Eugh, turnips.”

Gav crossed the Main Deck and ordered a mug of ale. You leaned closer to him. “What’s with all the boxes?” you ask.

“Carrots. Blasted things. You know, it really is quite the story, how they got here.” You wordlessly motioned for him to continue. After a swig of ale, he did. “One of our suppliers, ah, one that has a deal with Clive’s uncle, was meant to be sending us a shipment of vegetables. Well, at the docks, his son made a mistake. Put all the carrots on one boat, all the turnips on another, and all the potatoes on another. Ordinarly, something like that doesn’t just slip by unnoticed, but the man in charge of inspections had eaten a bad breakfast, didn’t agree with his stomach, so he just stamped the papers before running off to deal with his, uh, returning breakfast.” You wrinkled your nose at that. “So the ships set sail, all with the wrong contents. Now, we’re stuck with a dozen crates of carrots and no potatoes.”

“And no turnips,” you pointed out.

This time, it was Gav’s turn to wrinkle his nose. However, his attention was quickly caught by the book laying out in front of you. He motioned to it as he lifted his mug for another drink. “What’s that?”

You glanced down at the book. “Oh, this? It’s just something Joshua brought me after…” You did a double take, something on the age having caught your eye. You trailed off as you began to read.

“Hm?”

“Ah, right, sorry, it’s just…”

The book spread out the solution to your problems in one simple, sweet, perfect recipe. You grin widely. “I know what to do with the carrots.”

“All of them?”

You rolled your eyes. “No, not all of them, but some of them.”

Without bothering to explain further, you leapt from your seat and began dashing around to get to work. Otto gave you a skeptical look when you asked to take from the supply of carrots, but agreed without need for any further convincing. The recipe was completely new to you and, as strange as it sounded, you knew you had to give it a try. Perhaps it was even because it sounded strange that you knew you couldn’t just let it pass you by. The opportunity was perfect. And your curiosity was insatiable.

In a matter of hours, you had baked enough cake for the entire Hideaway. Just in time, too, as supper was coming to an end.

“There’s a sweetness in the air that completely distracted me from my supper,” Joshua teased as he approached the bakery’s counter. He had an easy smile on his face as he leaned against the wooden edge. “Must you tease me so?”

“A bit of anticipation can be a good thing,” you countered. “But, worry not, your wait can finally be over. They’re ready.” He took a seat on one of the stools, eyes wide and expectant. You stifle a giggle. “So eager.”

“You haven’t seen the half of it. He was glancing in the direction of the bakery for the entire duration of our meal,” said Clive as he and Jill approached. “I thought he might get up and run off if I so much as glanced away from him.”

“Clive…” Joshua casted his brother a look that only made him chuckle.

You laugh behind closed lips. “Alright, alright. Here, Joshua, you can have one of the first slices.”

His expression immediately brightened. He accepted the small plate with a grin, one that he quickly flashed at Clive in an almost boastful manner. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you continued passing out slices of cake.

Joshua made an approving sound at his first bite. “This is quite delicious. Well, that much should be expected. It is your baking we’re speaking of.”

A blush dusted your cheeks. Jill nodded her agreement as she had her first taste of the treat. “Truly remarkable.”

“You’ve outdone yourself. This is… different, somehow, from what you’ve made in the past.” Joshua looked up from his plate. “What is it?”

“Carrot cake,” you declared.

He froze. Jill’s chewing slowed. The corners of Clive’s lips twitched upwards as his gaze glided towards his little brother.

Your brows knit together with concern. “Joshua?”

Complicated emotions pass over his face. Confusion and horror, as well as a handful of other things you couldn’t quite place. It seemed that Clive was unable to hold back his amusement any longer. A sharp laugh escaped from his chest. Joshua glared at him, but the expression lacked any true anger. Clive’s laughter only grew louder, encouraging giggles from Jill as well.

“Not you too,” Joshua muttered.

“I’m sorry, it’s just–” She couldn’t even finish her sentence for the mirth that stole the words from her mouth.

Joshua sighed and shook his head. “What sort of unfortunate series of events leads to putting carrots in a cake?”

“You don’t like carrots?” You frowned. “I’m sorry, truly. I–I didn’t know–”

He soothed your worries with another shake of his head. “No, no, you have nothing to apologize for.” He looked back down at the cake. “I suppose I shouldn’t complain. If I couldn’t tell in the first place…”

“It seems we have found the only way Joshua will eat his vegetables.” Clive snickered. “Baked into a cake.”

“All they have to be is coated in sugar and cream,” Jill added.

Joshua gave them both a tired look. It only made them laugh more.

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. “But, you liked it, right?”

He seemed to have sensed that you were in need of more reassurance, for he forsook his brother’s teasing and focused his attention on you. His closed his other hand over yours. “Of course, my dear.” He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on your knuckles. “I would love anything these hands crafted.”

The blush returns to your cheeks, accompanied by a bashful smile. “Then, you’ll keep eating, right?”

A flicker of wariness flashed across his face, but it was gone as soon as his eyes met yours. “Gladly.”

[vprosper]

Chapter 10 is up! AO3 here

Clive Rosfield x fem reader

A part of the chapter below, where reader has been avoiding Clive since she drunkenly slept over at his chambers. He finds you at the docks, and you were both not ready for the conversation.

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Mishaps

Clive found you at the docks when he was done for the day, in your usual spot. You didn't even hear him coming closer. “There you are.” He started, earning him a jolt as you jumped in surprise.

“Fuck. Don't sneak up on me like that.” You said, staring at him with eyes widened.

“I wasn't trying to.” Clive replied, holding up his hands. He quickly checked, you weren't eating. “Can I join you?”

“...Sure.”

“We're leaving for the crystalline dominion soon. Are you still-” Clive started.

“Yeah. Don't worry.” You said quickly. Dusk was approaching, and you had your eyes on the sky. Clive sat down next to you, after setting his sword to the side against the wall.

“I read some missives today praising your work.” He looked up at the sky, a smile on his face.

“Really?” You seemed surprised, looking at him.

“You did a great job.” Clive added, driving the point home. You looked away, hiding your flushed face. It was not often that your work was praised.

“They didn't need to do that. Just doing what I can.” You downplayed your efforts. It made you quite uncomfortable, getting praised. Perhaps they wanted something from you in the future, buttering you up. Well-used tactic from yourself in the wild.

“You're actually quite selfless, for the fact that you've been a thief for years.” Clive said, a quick glance over to you.

It earned him a wry smile, as you were still staring at the sky. “I did what I had to to survive, now that everything is provided for me, I can give back. So others don't have to go through what I went through. I'm privileged to be here, I realized that even more when I was away.” You hugged your knees, lowering your gaze to the sea. No one needed to be this kind to you. But they all were. If they needed something from you, they could just tell you, and you would give it if you could. “That brings us to you.” You looked to your side at Clive, who looked back at you. “Do you need anything from me?” It could've been phrased nicer, but you had been avoiding Clive and weren't up for another confusing conversation.

“Not really. I had some free time and I came to check on the loner of the Hideaway.” Clive said, leaning back, but never leaving your gaze. Your eyes narrowed at him. You were not into this nickname.

“You don't need to check on me. Why not spend your time with Jill? Or Gav. Or maybe take care of yourself for once.” Your eyes rested on the scar on his cheek. A permanent mark of the hardships he's had. And more to come. And here he was, still finding time to dangle his legs off the pier and check on you.

Clive chuckled. “Gav and Jill are not avoiding me. I caught up with them this afternoon. And the day before that.” He ignored your other suggestion.

Ah. Was it that obvious?

“Fair enough.” You replied, turning your head back to stare at the ripples in the water from the quiet breeze setting in.

“You don't seem to want to prove me wrong.” Clive said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I don't want to lie to you.” You replied, embarrassed you got caught.

“I hope I didn't do anything to hurt you.” He said with a crestfallen look on his face, and you felt your heart break.

“You should not have asked me to sleep in your room.” You failed to go into detail.

“You need to give me a bit more than that.” Clive replied. You could not read his expression. He had always been hard to read.

“I can't.” You said after a moment of silence. You were unsure what you felt, and this man had his sights on someone else.

“Why not?” Clive said, and looked ahead.

“Because….” You bite your lip. “..I'm not a loner.” You whispered. You didn't want to be one. Sure, you sometimes need time to yourself. But you preferred helping people out, and moving around. Clive gave you a confused look. You hugged your knees tighter. “I… don't want to talk about it with you.”

“...I can see that you're hurt. Is there anyone else I can get for you?” He was hurt by your reply, but if someone else could help you, that was more important.

“No. Just… just leave me be, Clive.”

 “Okay…have a good night then.” Clive replied, still crestfallen. He bid you farewell, still having some reports to go through. 

So there you sat silently on the docks, feeling like you wanted to throw anything into the water. You'd throw yourself in if you could. His kindness was too much for you to handle. Everything of his was too much for you. You admired Clive. He had what you so sorely lacked. Those icy blue eyes could make you feel alive. Make you feel seen. You sighed heavily, getting on your feet. You should distance yourself before getting disappointed in the future. And you felt that you had already made the first step.

[vprosper]

Slightly edited Clive Rosfield x reader porn. Had to get it out of my head, so here you go. Might edit and include in the AO3 fanfic I'm currently writing.

Warnings/tags; BDSM, Edging, Vaginal sex, forced blowjob, dirty talk If you're not 18+, please don't read, it's filthy.

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Overworked

“...Clive…” You pleaded, but he was having none of it. His arms crossed, he looked down at you. Arms tied behind your back, and thighs to your shins, you were laying on your bed, a blindfold snugly wrapped around your head. “I’ve warned you multiple times, Y/N.” He replied, not moving an inch.

Rebuilding Rosaria had come with the needed work, and you had both been extremely busy with getting things moving. Clive is overseeing most of the reconstruction, amassing the right funding and directing the right expertise where it needed to be. You on the other hand, would help with the actual reconstruction itself. You had read up on architecture and building houses in general. You had no problems with physical work being fully recovered, and were helping building houses and shops daily. This resulted in the current predicament. You were often home late, and too tired to spend time with Clive. It used to be the other way around, but Clive had learned from his past mistakes and always left enough time in the day for you. The last months you had brushed him off multiple times, and when he had seen you out drinking with some of the male workers and coming back home smashed, he’d snapped. “I’m not sure if you have been doing this on purpose, knowing your masochistic needs, but you’re not getting off easy this time.” Clive said, his brows furrowed. Not that you could see that. In any case, you’d sobered up quickly. “I’m allowed to drink with other people, aren’t I? Is it because they were male? Are you jealous?” You retorted. You made Clive’s blood boil, your hypocrisy beyond his understanding. “Jealous? Is that what you’re getting from this? Do you realize what you’ve been doing for the past months?” You were not taking pleasure from this, as you struggled with your restraints. “I’ve been trying to help rebuild Rosalith!” You exclaimed. Clive growled. “Working twelve hours a day, just eating, drinking, and sleeping left, is that your plan? While I deliberately plan my work to be with you? Y/N, what’s gotten into you?! It used to be the other way around!” He raised his voice, desperately trying to make you understand him.

“...The sooner it’s done, the faster we can spend our lives together.” You replied after a moment of silence. “Aren’t we already?” Clive said angrily. He wasn’t getting through to you. But yes, he had been jealous. He would never admit that to you, but when you were out drinking, he saw you smile and joke. Something the both of you hadn’t done for a long time. Rosalith wasn’t going to be rebuilt in a day, and you were both committed to seeing his old home restored. You gave him the silent treatment, and Clive sighed. Seeing you naked made him hard as always, but he wanted you to beg for forgiveness. He took out the heated lubricant, courtesy of Gav, and generously coated his hand with it. “...L-like this?” You had recognized the sound, and were panicking slightly. This could’ve been one of your fantasies, if you weren’t angry with Clive right now. Couldn’t he see that you were pouring your heart in this? That you were doing it for him? He’d tricked you by some filthy words in your ear, but when you were splayed out on the bed, you realized that this was a punishment. “I called you in sick today.” Clive said casually, getting on top of you, straddling your hips. “Perhaps you should’ve not been drinking so much.” He added, groping your breasts. He coated your hard nipples with the lubricant, twisting and pulling however he pleased. Coaxing a moan out of you, Clive smirked. “Enjoying yourself?” You refused to answer him. He didn’t mind.

Clive had the whole day to get you to understand. He continued to toy with your flesh for a bit longer before he got off of you to move somewhere else. You already felt the lubricant tinge on your chest, sending warm waves through your body. Another squeeze of the bottle. “You don’t need to answer me, you’re already staining the sheets.” Clive chuckled. He knew you well enough by now. Going straight for your clit, he massaged the heat straight in. Your hips buckled, your body spasming to his touch. “A-h!” Clive held you down on your stomach with one hand, inserting two digits between your wet folds. With your eyesight gone, the waves of pleasure hit you twice as hard. You had no idea what was coming next. Clive started pumping you with three fingers, fast and hard while the other hand still circled your clit. You moaned loudly. “I’m-” Before your orgasm could hit you, Clive removed his fingers. “J-jerk.” You whined, the heat subsiding quickly. Still, your body burned from the lubricant, and your sensitive spots were getting assaulted without Clive doing anything. “Let me quote you on this, sweetheart; Only good girls get to cum.” Clive said darkly.

You groaned in response. You’d tied Clive up once. Seeing how he’d react. His arms behind the back of the chair, that same blindfold you had on you over his eyes. You’d almost made him cum then with your hands and mouth before you moved away. You had told him the same thing then, until he was begging for a release. You groaned in frustration. Clive smirked. “Please, let me cum.” You asked, body slightly trembling. “These ropes hurt.” “Earn it.” Was Clive’s only reply.

He undid the leather strings from his pants, taking out his half-hard cock. He shuddered slightly when he smeared your slick on his reddened tip. You felt his weight on you again. A knee on each side of your head, Clive rubbed his cock over your lips. A few pumps before he gripped the headboard of the bed to steady himself. Clive grinned when you were hesitant to open your mouth. “You know how this goes, sweetheart.” He swore he could feel you roll your eyes. You liked to challenge him. And even in this position, you were dead set on not cooperating. His now stiff cock hung above you, and your reddened cheeks made him want you even more. He pinched your nose with his free hand, cutting off your air until you opened your mouth. Then it was just a matter of grabbing your jaw and making space. “Ugh!” You gagged when Clive pushed as far as he could. “That’s it.” He growled, grabbing a fist of your silvery white hair. Your tongue was warm, his length grinding over it. He facefucked you with abandon, like there was no tomorrow, his hips thrusting fast. He admired your face, tears running down below the blindfold, snot running from your nose down to the side of your face, and drool from the corners of your mouth as he pushed deep inside you. He groaned, not far off from letting you taste a load of his cum. But he stopped before reaching that point, seeing that you were going to choke.

“Guhh…” You panted, trying to return oxygen to your lungs. Your body was still twitching from heat, but it just wasn’t enough to get anywhere. You growled in frustration. Clive was treating you like a damned cocksleeve. You let out a delighted whine when Clive pushed his cock straight into your gushing folds. “Ffuck!” Only to be disappointed with how deliberately slow he was. The even slower circles on your sensitive nub. “Please..” You cried out, a real plea this time. “Come on sweetheart, you need to be able to take what you dish out.” Clive teased, slipping out of you before teasing his tip at your entrance again. “I apologized for that, didn’t I?” Your voice was hoarse. Clive rewarded you with a full thrust, his hands on your hips. You cried out in surprise, new tears running off your cheeks. “I could leave you like this and go back to work. And when I return we could start all over again.” Clive threatened, in contrast to the gentle massaging of your hips with his thumbs.

You shook your head quickly, not looking forward to hours of being on edge, never able to get off. Clive got out of you again, this time flipping you over. Your face was pressed into the sheets, the only thing keeping you stable with your arms snuggly tied on your back. Your knees were steadying you, your plump ass presented to Clive. “Ahhh…” You felt Clive fill you up again, and your toes curled up. “You take me so well.” Clive commented, feeling you clench around him. He didn’t move, so you made a futile attempt to move your hips. You got a devilish laugh in response. “You’re so desperate for me, Y/N. I didn’t know, seeing you’re spending so much time away.” “Please Clive… I never meant it like that..” You stuttered, small sobs in between. “Easy to say… when you’re at my mercy right now.” Clive responded, a firm grip on your hips again.

His gaze landed on the scars on your muscular back. Your silvery hair cascaded onto the pillows, as he pounded you deeper into the sheets. He took the bottle of lubricant again, squeezing more of the substance on his thumb. “..Clive! Not there-” Your begging was drowned out by the squelching sounds of Clive’s thrusts, still nowhere near fast enough. A thumb rubbed you puckered asshole, the last place Clive hadn’t been yet. He pushed his thumb in, granting him numerous pained swearing. With a bit of movement and shoving himself deeper in your tight cunt again, those turned into debaucherous moans. And then multiple knocks on your front door. You both froze in place. “Fuck.” Clive swore, ripping himself away from you. Quickly, he pulled up his pants and made himself presentable for the person that had decided to crash his party. 

Opening the door revealed a stressed out Sir Wade. “Clive, you need to come quick-” Clive snorted in response, the wording unfortunate. “Why, what happened?” He saw the worried look on his friend’s face. “They’re fighting on the square, I-” He internally cursed, understanding why Wade had knocked on his door. “Who is fighting exactly?” He tried. “A few of the carpenters with the stonemasons. Something about workload… We need to do something.” You could hear the muffled conversation at the door. Your breath was heavy, your body still aching for release. But at that moment you understood what Clive had meant. “I’m sorry Wade. Y/N is not feeling well, and I’m afraid she’ll get worse. I… want to help, but I’m not the right person at the moment. Have you checked with Oscar? If you can get them to split, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” Compared to your time at the Hideaway, Clive would never even think about refusing Sir Wade. He would do it all and be exhausted at the end of the day. Just like you. You rolled over to your side, your knees no longer able to hold you up.

The door opened a few minutes later. Clive stared at you, you parted lips, sweaty skin, twitching pussy. The conversation with Wade had put a hold on his mood, but the moment he laid eyes on you again, his pants became too tight. “...I’m sorry…” You whimpered, just before Clive wanted to apologize. “What?” He asked, climbing on the bed to remove your blindfold. Tear stained eyes looked at him, and his previous anger vanished. “You’re right… I should’ve been more mindful about it.” You continued, voice still hoarse. “I should’ve talked about it with you.” While Clive had changed, you didn’t mean to fill in the gaps. You really didn’t. But it happened, and the both of you let it continue until this seemed the only solution. “Thank you, Y/N. That’s all I need.” He discarded the fabric, his eyes not leaving you. “Shall I untie you?” “Clive… Please… I need you to finally let me cum! It’s been hours, I can’t-” The dark haired man smirked. He moved back in front of you, pushing your knees further out. “How do you want me to do it?” Clive asked, that devilish smirk never leaving his face. He needed you to say it.

You groaned. “You fucking villain.” You replied, glaring at him. He didn’t move, so you slightly panicked. “...Your cock. Please…” Clive saw your eyes roll back when he pushed his stiff length in your wet cunt again. The sloppy noises from his hard thrusting sounded like music in his ears. Your moans his favorite song. “Don’t hold back my love.” He groaned, hands gripping your hips tightly again. “Oh Founder-” You felt the heat pooling in your stomach. “Harder!” You begged, and Clive happily obeyed, rubbing your clit in fast circles with his thumb. And when that orgasm came, which it inevitably did, your body tensed up so hard that Clive winced. “Ahhhh!” You exclaimed, not able to hold back.

The ropes kept you contained, and your walls clenched Clive so hard he immediately came with a loud groan. “Fuck.” He’d wanted it to last a little longer, riding out your highs as hard as he could. But you were on the brink of consciousness, and it was time to remove your restraints. Still he took his sweet time as he was panting heavily, his spent gushing out of you. “Are you okay?” He asked, a little worried as you were still not moving. Your chest heaved up and down, and you gave a small nod. He planted a kiss on your hair, like he always did after the two of you were intimate. “I’ll prepare a bath.” Clive said after he freed you. “T-Thanks.” You replied shakily. “...You still love me, right?” You asked, worried about the anger you felt from him a while ago. “Hmmm? Of course. Even with dried up snot on your face. That will never change.” His words were gentle as he joked, and you could only smile in response. “You even get bonus points for looking hot while your pussy is dripping with my cum.” “You’re a filthy man, you know that?” You were both grinning. “As I recall, I told you I wasn’t a saint. Same as you, I suppose.” “Yeah, fair. I’ll need a massage from you, my joints are aching.” You said, grin wider while you sat up. Not a saint, still a wonderful husband. Clive smiled, nodding without having to think about it. “I’d love to.”