#Cidolfus Telamon x you

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Final Fantasy Boys || Type’s Of Kisses ||

A/n: Look I just wanted to write something with my favorite final Fantasy Boys. Let me know if you have a character you’d like to see.

Dizzy Kiss:

When you spin in circles and then try to kiss your partner.

::Cloud Strife::

Watching you spin in circles, Cloud wasn’t sure if he should be amused or concerned. He didn’t want you to hurt yourself yet you looked so happy doing it. Once you stopped your spinning, you stumbled for a moment.

Your eyes glossy as they tried to focus, looking for the tall blond.

“Cloud?”

“I’m right here.”

Following his voice, you nearly tripped falling into his arms as a giggle escaped your lips as you stood on your toes. Cloud didn’t get a chance to respond due to you finally kissing him. Once you broke the kiss you pressed face into his chest. “I have a headache now.”

Sighing, Cloud easily lifted you on his arms to carry you off to the shared room. “You could have just kiss me, you didn’t need to go through the theatrics.”

“Hmp.”

::Clive Rosfield::

“Love please be careful.”

Clive took a hesitant step forward, he had no clue what brought this on. He was trying to figure out while you would do something like this until he heard Cid chuckling.

“Did you put them up to this?”

“Was just a harmless little bet…see they’re fine.” Cid nodded his head both men turned their attention to where you stopped spinning. Stumbling forward you nearly fell on your ass as Clive caught you in his arms, a little giggle escaping your lips.

“Are you alright love?”

Nodding your head you beamed up at the man as you gave him a quick kiss. “Much better now that I can kiss you.”

Shaking his head, Clive helped you to your feet as he bent down to give you another kiss. “I will do anything to make you feel better love.”

Scoffing, Cid rolled his eyes as he turned away from you both. He rather not stick around for whatever was about to happen next.

+•+

Bambi Kiss:

When you lick your partner's cheek.

::Cidolfus Telamon::

“Cid? Can I try something?”

Putting down his pen, Cid flexed his fingers as he gave you a grin. “You can try anything on me love.”

Scoffing, your cheeks burned for a moment as you quickly adverted your gaze. “God you’re such a pervert.”

“You weren’t sayin that when you were moaning on my desk.”

Cheeks still burning you going to give him a sweet kiss, something nice but now. Shaking your head you sauntered over to the man only to lick his cheek.

“Hey!”

Humming you smiled clasping your hands behind your back. “It’s a Bambi kiss! It means I love you.”

Wiping his cheek, Cid pushed away from his desk. His eyes darkening as he made his way towards you, giving you a grin. “Not very fair you getting left out now is it love.”

“Cid no!”

A squeal escaped your lips feeling his tongue against your cheek. “Ugh.”

::Cid Highwind::

Cid loved it when you fell asleep on his lap, it felt good, felt nice. He knew he was lucky to have you in his life, he next expected to get this chance at happiness.

Biting back his own yawn, he let his fingers run down your back as you started to stir awake. Blinking a few times you then gave the man a sleepy smile, your hand reaching up to run across his cheek.

“Hello sleeping beauty.”

Giving you a wink, a light scoff escaped your lips as you sat up. “Hmp.”

“What are you gonna-.” Though his voice was cut off feeling you run your tongue against his cheek, once down you then settled back into his arms.

“What the hell was that?”

Shrugging your shoulders you nuzzled into his chest more. “A Bambi kiss.”

+•+

Tiger Kiss:

When you jump on your partner's back and surprise them with a kiss.

::Vincent Valentine::

Vincent sensed you miles away, it was cute with you trying to be sneaky and all. He would honestly do anything to just see you happy though he stumbled forward as you jumped upon his back. Turning his head a small smile formed on his lips only to feel your own against his.

Returning the kiss, he couldn’t help but chuckle as you nuzzled your cheek against his own. “You are getting better.”

Sighing, you tightened your hood against his neck as you let your cheek rest against his own. “That’s sweet of you to say Vincent but I know I need more work.” You muttered.

“Nonsense, I did enjoy the kiss by the way.” He muttered glancing up at you.

Grinning you gave his cheek a quick kiss. “Then I will happily give you more!”

“I will be ready.”

::Noctis Lucis Caelum::

It was a normal day, Gladiolus, Ignis and Prompto had decided to visit you and Noctis since the Honeymoon was over. It was good seeing his three companions again though if Noctis were to be honest he would much rather spend another night in your arms then work.

The three men were rather distracted, Noctis engaging in a deep conversation with Gladiolus and Ignis. It was Prompto that noticed you. Your much smaller form darting to each column in the room.

“Uh guys….”

“Not now Prompto!”Gladiolus waved him off as you drew closer and closer.

“But.”

Though his eyes went wide as you launched your body at your husbands back. Noctis almost collapsing as Ignis stopped his fall.

Giggles were escaping your lips as your arms wove around his neck. Kissing him, you felt him return the kiss,his beard tickling your skin.

“Surprise.”

Letting out a soft sigh, Noctis glanced up at you. Your smile was infectious, he found himself unable to pull away from your gaze. “It was a lovely surprise, I can not wait for more.” He muttered grasping your hand gently kissing it a small kiss.

Cheeks burning, you sighed closing your eyes slumping against his back. “Then I will be happy to keep this up my King.”

“Then I am I lucky man.”

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Cidolfus x fem reader fluff with either sick day or opposites attract 👻🐕

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Thank you, lovely! I hope you enjoy <3 Petal Cidolfus Telamon x female (Branded) reader

You’re too hot – a particularly odd sensation as you struggle to recall the last time when you’d felt anything but cold. Spending so many nights sleeping in a drafty chocobo barn had left a permanent chill in your bones.

There’d been a heavy storm a day or so ago when you were on the road to the market – your master took shelter in the carriage and had left you shivering outside on the saturated ground, shackled to one of the large wheels for good measure.

You had made it to Northreach somehow, but hardly the picture of a healthy Bearer who would make good coin. A chesty cough, pale skin, unable to keep focus. Your master was in a foul mood – there hadn’t been an ounce of interest in you at the auction and he was loathed to drag you all the way back without anything to show for it. The market had shut for the evening and so he had moved to the outskirts the opposite side of the town – the mothercrystal of Orinflamme shining in the distance, your arms shackled above your head once more on the carriage’s great wheel in the hopes of flogging you to traders making their way in and out of the town in the early evening.

You no longer had the strength to keep your head held up, your mind fuzzy, so it’s not a surprise that you don’t hear the approaching footsteps until a new, deep voice booms from a few metres away.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

“You look like a man who appreciates a good deal.” Your master chuckles. “Got a Bearer for sale.”

There’s a gloriously cool, gloved hand placed upon your forehead for what turns out to be too short a moment before it is removed.

“Oh, petal.” A velvety voice tuts sympathetically at you in a murmur – too low for your master’s ears. “She’s burning up with a fever.”

“These Branded always run hot,” is his scoffed response. “She’s good stock, mind. Only a little bit of stiffness about her.” He grabs a fistful of your hair in a harsh grip and yanks your head up, and you blearily take in the stranger who is crouched in front of you.

He reminds you of a lord the way he is dressed - his shirt somewhat open with a large collar, two sword hilts jutting out from his hip, clean shaven and looking remarkably unimpressed at the sight before him. “And you really think you’re going to be able to sell her in this condition?”

“If you’re not interested, I kindly ask you to fuck off.” He shoves your head forward to emphasise his point as he relinquishes the grip on your hair.

“Now, now, no need to be rude - I didn’t say I wasn’t interested.” The stranger gets back up to his feet. “Why are you selling her?”

“Honestly, I could buy a new Branded that won’t give me any lip for farming work. I’m too old for that.”

“Oh, she’s spirited, is she?”

“That’s a word for it. So, are you interested?”

“Hm.” The man reaches for the gil pouch by his side, as if to check its weight. “What’s the price?”

“10,000 gil.”

He whistles. “For a sick, stubborn Bearer?”

“She’s not sick. And I’m sure a young gentleman like yourself would be able to knock the stubbornness out of her. I paid 15,000 for her originally – it’s a bargain.”

If your head wasn’t pounding, your mouth completely dry, you would’ve had something to say about being described as a bargain… but all your energy is focused on breathing.

“Fine.” The mysterious man agrees, pulling off one of his leather gloves and offering his hand.

Your master grabs hold of it eagerly, beaming. “Pleasure doing busi…” But the sentence is cut off as sparks of lightning crackle in the air, blue bolts shooting from the stranger’s hand and up your master’s arm before sparking all over his body.

Your master grunts, drops to the ground, twitching, eyes wide open in your direction.

He’s alive, breathing, but he won’t be getting up again anytime soon.

The mysterious man puts his glove back on and, using his leather boot, gently rolls your master over. He bends down and grabs a bundle of keys that had been attached to his belt before crouching down in front of you once more. You wonder if you’re next.

You tense as a gentle hand cups your cheek, bracing yourself for pain, but it only tilts your head up to meet his eyes. He smiles – sympathetic and kind. “Hello, petal. Name’s Cid. I’d ask you yours, but something tells me you’re not up for much talking right now. I’m going to get you out of these shackles and we’ll find somewhere comfy to rest up for the night. You’re safe with me – you have my word.”

He removes his hand and you manage to keep your head upright, a little in disbelief as he places the key in the lock of one of the shackles and undoes the mechanism, careful to lay your arm down in your lap before repeating the action with the other.

“There we go. I’m going to pick you up now, petal. You just rest.”

He places an arm around your back, another under your knees and gets to his feet with a slight grunt, mumbling about his own knees. The upward motion seems too much to bear, however, and unconsciousness takes over.

--

Isabelle raises an eyebrow at the sight of Cid at her door, you cradled against his chest. She puts her hands on her hips and tuts.

“Cid, it’s not bring your own.”

“Not what it looks like.” He lifts you up, causing your head to lull back and reveal the Brand on your cheek. “Petal’s not well. Any chance of a bed for the evening and we’ll be out of your hair after dawn?”

“Of course.” Isabelle steps back, widening the door to permit Cid entry. “What happened?”

“Some git trying to sell her on the outskirts. He’s taking a little nap. Poor thing’s absolutely frozen.”

“Did anyone see?”

Cid shakes his head. “No. I’d be surprised if he even remembers.”

“Girls,” the Dame calls to a couple of the women hanging by the door – Cid isn’t a stranger to partaking in the delights the Veil has to offer, after all. “Prepare a fire in Cid’s usual room. Extra blankets.”

Cid nods in thanks, heading towards the staircase to a room he knows well.

--

You don’t know what’s real or what is a dream over the next few hours. Fleeting moments of consciousness - a cold compress against your forehead, a rough voice coaxing you to drink something that feels soothing on your throat and warming in your stomach.

You wake up feeling… comfortable? It’s an odd sensation. What would you be on that’s so soft? You open your eyes, confused at the fact that you’re covered in a soft knitted blanket. The room is strange – a bed, a chair and a man standing over the fireplace, rousing the flames higher with a fire poker.

He turns and his eyes widen as he sees you awake and you panic and begin fumbling with the blanket, stuttering out an apology as you try to get up. How did you end up in a bed of all things?

“Easy now,” he holds up his hands in surrender as he takes a cautious step forward. “I meant what I said – you’re safe with me.”

You’ve just managed to disentangle yourself from the blankets, getting up on legs that just about to collapse underneath you. The man is quick to your side, a hand on the small of your back and another around your shoulder, guiding you back down upon the bed.

“Master, I-”

“None of that, petal.” He cuts off your protest. “I am not your master, and, from this day forward, you will never have one again. Pop your legs back up.”

You do so, automatically – an order is an order, no matter how confusing it may be – and he tucks the discarded blanket around you with a satisfied smirk.

“Allow me to introduce myself. Name’s Cid,” he grins, bowing with mock flourish. “May I have the pleasure of yours?”

“I don’t… Where are we?” You ignore his question.

“We’re at The Veil, in Northreach.” The Veil rings a bell in your head and the colour must drain from your cheeks as Cid is quick to try and set your mind at ease. “Not like that - the Dame is a friend of mine, just set us up for the night. You were too ill to travel.”

“Travel?”

Cid nods, sitting down heavily in the chair by your bedside. “Mm-hm. You see, I have a place that’s safe for people like you, where we can live on own own terms…”

Your eyes flicker to his Brandless cheek. “We?”

He smiles.

-------

“Here we go, petal.” Cid smiles as he enters the solar, holding the bottle aloft in triumph. “Tarja thinks you’re over the worst of it, but she’d rather you keep up with the tonics for another few days.”

You shuffle upright, aided by the multitude of pillows Cid had set up at the headboard of the bed, and frown at the prospect – the tonics are horribly bitter due to one of the plants that make up its components. “Really? But I’m feeling so much better…” Your protest falls flat at how hoarse your voice remains.

“Ah-ah,” he chides as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed and proceeds to pop the cork out of the bottle, holding it out in offering. “Good girls take their medicine.”

It is a battle you know you won’t win. With a sigh, you take it from his hand, closing your eyes tightly and down the tonic with a grimace. It’s silly, but sometimes you think you’d rather go through having the Brand removed again that drinking another one of these foul things. “Thank you.” Cid plucks the now empty bottle from your hand and places it down on the side, smiling wistfully at you – it still makes your scalp tingle, even after all these years.  

“What’s that smile for?”

“Just a bit of déjà vu, love.” He wraps his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “This reminds me of that first wonderful night we spent together.” “How?” Your brow furrows in confusion, thinking back to the night he'd first kissed you in the solar after a successful mission and a glass or two of wine. He laughs. “Not that one.”

“If you’re thinking of the one at The Veil, we have a very different opinion of what counts as wonderful.”

“How can it not have been wonderful, the night you came into this old man’s life? Only difference is, now I can do this,” he leans in to meet your lips in a chaste kiss, withdrawing quickly with a wink at your pout. “There’ll be more when you’re better.”

“But I am be-”

There’s a frantic knock upon the solar door and Cid turns, keeping your hand held in his.

“Come in.”

The door is flung open by an out of breath Gav, face red with exertion. “It’s… time.” He wheezes, leaning on her knees. “Shiva’s on the… field, like.”

“Right…” Cid nods, and you don’t miss the subtle frown as his eyes flick from Gav to you in thought. You squeeze his fingers in unspoken affirmation. “Are you sure?”

“Go. You don’t know when you’ll get another chance.”

He doesn’t need to hear it again. “Gav, tell Goetz to get ready. We’re heading out.”

“On it!” Gav turns and sprints back down the hall towards the staircase, and you squeeze Cid’s fingers once more to gain his attention.

“You’ll be careful, won’t you?” You ask, timidly. His forearms are mottled with petrification now, no matter how much he tries to hide his discomfort from you.

He smirks, patting your thigh through the blanket. “Don’t you worry about me, love. You just concentrate on making sure you’re fully recovered when I return, hm?”

You nod as he gets to his feet with a final squeeze of your hand. He double-checks the belts that sit ever present at his hip and adjusts his gloves ever so slightly – a nervous habit, but not one he’d ever confess. Once satisfied, Cid leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Behave. I don’t need to tell you that both Charon and Tarja will have no qualms in dragging you back to bed if they see you wandering around.”

You roll your eyes and nod, knowing it’s true - you had remained spirited - and watch as he walks over to the door. He hesitates a moment, leaning his head against the doorframe as he takes one final look.

“I love you, petal.”

You smile, gripping the blankets in absence of his hand. “I love you too, Cid.” --

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Sweet Knowing

Summary: Cid becomes aware of the attention you seem to draw from a certain Rosfield, and uses it to his advantage.

Warnings: implied voyeurism, p in v actions, 18+ MDNI

This is the second part to this, but can be read on its own.

Cid can be called a slew of things; Lord Commander, Dominant of Ramuh, Outlaw—but one thing he cannot be called, is a fool.

When he found the young Rosfield in the wastelands he felt his heart tug at the display; of a man beaten and broken, only to find that his mission was to kill his childhood friend, one he thought dead long ago. He didn’t think twice about recruiting him to the cause, bringing him to The Hideaway and giving him a rundown of his plans to free bearers from their lot in life. He offered the boy a hot meal and a warm bath, or rather his beloved did.

When word got around that there was a newcomer she was ready to accommodate him. Bright-eyed and friendly, you had offered him whatever was needed to make him feel at home.

“Gods, your clothes are filthy!” You gasped, scanning Clive from head to toe, shaking your head at the muddied state of his armor. “I’ll run to the markets tomorrow and get you some more suitable attire, I can’t let you sleep in armor.”

“Thank you ma’am, but there’s no need—“ he began, only to be stopped by your stern gaze.

“Nonsense. You’re a part of our merry band and I won’t have you sleeping in iron and steel. Now, when’s the last time you had a hot meal?”

Despite his protests you wouldn’t take no for an answer, offering Clive a handkerchief to wipe his face as you ran towards the kitchens to make your own stew for the war-weary traveler.

Cid noticed it when you set the plate full of soup in front of him, how Clive had gotten just the slightest bit nervous around you. He was already the quiet type but this was a different kind of quiet, as if he was afraid of saying something he shouldn’t. Subtle to anyone else, but not to him.

Intrigued, Cid didn’t say a word, only watched in amusement as the former Lord ate by the spoonful, thanking you profusely.

That same night you offered to give him a tour of what would be his new home. Clive had initially declined, afraid of taking advantage of your generosity, and it was only with a firm hand on his shoulder and encouragement from Cid that he accepted.

“Come now, the nice lady’s offered, you wouldn’t want to disappoint her now, would you?” He grins, waving a hand at your expectant form. “Promise she won’t bite.”

He finishes with a wink before pushing Clive a step forward, watching as he follows behind her like a lost puppy.

Let’s see how far this schoolyard crush goes.

The answer, he’d find out, is very far. Weeks have gone by and Clive still looks at you entranced, practically jumping at the opportunity to spend time with you. Just a minute ago you had offered for him to accompany you to gather some flowers, Tarja needing them for one reason or another, and Cid had never seen the man so eager to leave.

He watches the interaction from a secluded corner, a cigar between his lips, relishing in the view. Your doe-like eyes fluttering, the young Rosarian struggling to keep eye contact—the boy was a fool for you. Not that he could blame him, just looking at you made Cid’s heart jump in his chest, fondly remembering how nervous he was when he asked you to be his.

You were far too pretty, too humble, practically a walking angel and he was…him. He had his faults, but you, you were faultless, despite how many times you tried to convince him you weren’t. You’d spend the rest of your life trying to convince him because as far as Cid was concerned you were perfection personified, and nothing you’d say would change his mind.

His thoughts are broken when you notice his secluded form, the smallest wink being sent his way before returning to your conversation with Clive.

Well, you did have one fault; You could be a bit of a tease.

He still remembers what you told him days ago before he had to leave for an excursion. You kissed him goodbye before his mission, words as sweet as honey, only to whisper pure filth in his ears when no one was watching.

“Come back safe and I might give you a reward.”

He did not miss how your fingers wandered down his shirt for the briefest of moments, before pulling away enticingly.

He doesn’t think he’s ever completed a mission that fast before, or so effectively. Tarja was stunned to find not so much as a hair out of place considering his reputation for getting hurt, but Cid was too busy thinking about just how you would reward him for his efforts. The thought of it made him impatient, made him want to drag you away and keep you all to himself, but he could wait a while longer. You’d be back by tonight, and then he’d have you all to himself.

“Always so eager…” He murmurs against your lips, keeping you pressed into the sheets. Slow, sensual, he holds you close as he fucks you, taking his time to watch your eyes roll back and your jaw go slack.

Your legs close around his waist, pulling him ever further into your wet heat—he could never get used to how good you feel, how quickly you surrender yourself to him. He grinds himself harder against you, listening with pride when you whine his name.

“I missed you so much,” he sighs. “Missed me too, didn’t you?”

You nod shakily, unable to speak. He breathes you in, his hands touching every expanse of your skin from your hips to your breasts, unable to stop himself. His fingers hold firm against your pliant body, the smallest tremble moving through you when he presses himself deeper into your heat.

You cast a spell on him, a lust that borders on insanity. You clench against him so tightly like you never want him to leave, nails leaving angry lines against his back that he’ll be sure to be proud of in the morning. The slight sting only motivates him further, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“That’s it,” he groans into your ear. “Don’t think, just feel, feel what you do to me.”

It’s in that moment that he hears the soft tapping of someone outside his door. Footsteps? This late into the night?

Stopping doesn’t so much as cross his mind—whatever it is cannot be more important than you.

His assault against your senses continues, hitting that soft spot that has you arch your back and moan his name like a whore.

“Gods, Cid…”

He unravels you, he keeps you whole, he takes your sanity and brings you to new heights all at the same time. The whiplash is dizzying, not sure if you should cry or beg for more.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasps, pride in his voice. “Lay back and take it, just like that—“

His heart beats faster when you let out an even louder noise, squirming against his length. So good, so fucking perfect, you’re a dream, one he never wishes to wake from.

He moves with a practiced ease, focused on your pleasure, but also towards the door, distinctly aware of his midnight visitor. There were footsteps coming towards the door but none leaving it—whoever’s there is still listening.

An idea springs forth, feeling just the slightest bit mischievous.

Might as well give them a show.

His brings his thumb to your clit, circling it ever so slightly, teasing the hard nub and watching as you’re reduced to a mess before his very eyes. Mouth open and eyes lidded, you whimper under his commanding touch, begging for more.

“So good, so good, oh gods—please don’t stop—“ You cry, shaking against him. Your legs are barely able to hold onto him, a brutal pace being set and yet you beg him for more.

How could he resist when you ask him so nicely?

So he indulges you, and this time you really can’t keep up, trying and failing to match his rhythm but your poor abused body just can’t, no matter how badly you want to. Cid grabs you by the hips with both hands and presses you flush to him, practically breathing each other’s air. Between the scrape of the bed and the slap of skin against skin, Cid can faintly make out a muffled groan.

The tone is strikingly familiar.

He can’t help the wicked grin painted on his face.

He slows down, just enough to bring your attention back to him as he whispers against your neck.

“Do you hear that? We have an audience.”

Eyes glazed, you slowly gather your bearings before looking at him in confusion. “What are you—“

“Shhh,” he silences you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “It seems like a certain Rosarian has come to visit us.”

He grinds himself against you, your own sound of pleasure being followed by the softest grunt from outside the door. Your head turns, finally realizing with wide eyes.

“Is that—“

“It is,” he moves slowly against you, making sure to keep you pleasured but coherent. “I could tell him to leave, if that’s what you wish.”

He knows you better than you know yourself, so it’s no surprise to him when you shake your head.

“Keep going, please.”

The moment you give him permission he’s back to fucking you, thumb moving against your sensitive nub once more. You keen for him, louder and louder as he chases your lips impatiently, swallowing your moans with his tongue. When he pulls away he growls against your lips, eyes pinning you on the spot.

“Like being listened to? Like the idea of him knowing how desperate you are?”

You shake your head, but the way you tighten up tells another tale.

“Don’t lie to me, I know you do, it’s okay,” He coos, his own high slowly approaching. “You don’t think I see how he looks at you? How you’re so eager to let him follow you around?”

You shake your head ready to deny the accusation. The moment you do Cid’s movements slow to a crawl, holding you right on the edge, tantalizingly close to falling apart.

“Don’t, please move—“ He refuses when you beg, tears welling in your eyes as your pussy throbs for release, a release Cid holds you back from.

“What did I say my dear?” He breathes. “Don’t lie to me.”

You whimper, begging for mercy once again. “I promise, just, please don’t stop, need you to fuck me—”

Cid’s grin is nothing short of sinful. “Need me, or need us?”

The notion makes your heart stop, a shocked expression painting your face. And yet he can feel your velvety walls spasm around him, answer clear as day.

He laughs, breath heaving. “You do, don’t you? Want us to fuck you, treat you like the needy little whore you are—“

He’s moving again, even faster now. This time you can’t even bring yourself to lie, a broken mess below him. Half-uttered sentences and broken moans, too far gone to care about anything except how fucking good you feel.

You scream, and Cid hears a thump outside the door.

Hope he’s enjoying himself.

He wraps his arms around you, unwilling to let you go for even a second. “Fuck—say it, say you want us, fucking say it—“

“Yes—I want it, please—!”

Your cunt is so welcoming, he feels like he’s going to go mad. He gives his all and then some, relishes in how fucking tight you hold onto him, gushing around him.

“There’s my girl, come on, let go for me—“ He grunts into your skin, shuddering as his own release takes hold of him.

You look glorious, spread out before him. Even when you look fucked within an inch of your life he can’t help but admire what a fucking sight you are. He doesn’t stop, keeps going even though he’s so sensitive it’s downright painful, if only to squeeze out a few more seconds of your orgasm. Your sobs threaten to wake the entire Hideaway but he just can’t bring himself to stop.

“Yesyesyes, so good, I can’t—fuck—I can’t—“

“Yes you fucking can,” Cid interrupts in awe. “Be good and let me see you stain the sheets love.”

[kianaflame23]

Final Fantasy XVI men x f!reader SFW AND N*SW headcanons ☆

Cidolfus Telamon, Barnabas Tharmr and Dion Lesage

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Summary: I don't see enough FFXVI men x reader here so I decided to write some headcanons for them! Hope you enjoy reading this and have a nice morning/day/night! ✨️

Cidolfus 💜

Definitely a sweet talker. Always knows how to make you blush. Sometimes, he'll tease you in front of Clive and Jill. Saying that you are his lady and how sexy you are to him~ making you blush furiously as you hear your friends' laughter.

He'll call you: my honey, my dear, my sweetheart. If Cid feels romantic, he will tell you "my only wife". You are his lover and he would still call you "his wife". Bonus if you are married with him and you called him "my sexy husband"

Give him a hickey in his neck and you won't be walking for days! Expect him to carry you in his arms throughout the journey. Hearing Clive and Jill's loud laughter as they continue to make jokes about you and Cid....It seems that your Cid doesn't care and smirks at you, making you blush even more. Refusing to talk to anyone....

Yes, he will tell you that he used to be with Benedikta and how he left her all alone.... you can tell that he blames himself. You reminded Cid that you'll still love him no matter what. You do agree that Barnabas only uses Cidolfus and you are very glad that he isn't with that dark king anymore

You REALLY love his voice! You can stare at him and listen to his talking. You don't care if he is talking to himself, YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH! Cid will get worried if you don't respond to him. However, he will use his sexy voice when you are alone with him. Having a "fun" time together 😏

Kisses your forehead more than twice a day. Want a kiss from him? Better prepare yourself because you might feel his tongue in your mouth while kissing you~

You once asks Cidolfus if you can ride him as both you and Cid make love together, you'll think that he is glaring at you. He is just imagining on how GOOD your pussy will feel as you bounce on his cock 🤭

CID LOVES YOUR MOANS SO YOU NEED TO MOAN MORE LOUDLY IF YOU WANT TO HEAR HIS SEXY GRUNTS. Maybe you'll hear his moans. You just need to hear it VERY well though.

French kissing with Cid? HEAVEN!! Depending on how Cidolfus feels but he'll still kiss you as he thrusts deeper in your sweet flower.

You want to start a family with him, You REALLY need to convince Cid because he most likely not ready because of his past and his revenge journey with Clive and the group. Cidolfus did promised Clive to help him so perhaps wait until it is over....

When that time comes, knowing that you are safe and you are okay. No war...no more killing..... then you and Cid can live together. Away from everyone... Clive, Jill and Torgal can visit you and your handsome husband. Cid smiled to himself as he looks at your beautiful face. You truly make him happy and hope you'll be with him forever.

"Yes, I'll stay with you...forever until we grow old, Cidolfus Telamon", you smiled at him, hugging him as you and Cid kissed passionately. Praying to Eikons that you won't see your lover suffer again.....

Barnabas 🖤

You are going to be his queen. PERIOD.

You will be his only queen, no question about it! Barnabas doesn't care if you don't love him, he'll come to your ear and tell you this...

"You will be MINE, (Y/N). I know you'll feel the same. I will be waiting for you when you realized how much you want me.", he whispers to your red ear, smirking as he hears your small gasp. He KNOWS you will be craving for his muscular body~

Expect him to be touchy-touchy with you as you and Barnabas walked together through his castle. He will only make love in private though. Doesn't want anyone to see you naked.

Facial kink. He'll cum in your face or chest. Barnabas does not mind if you want him to cum in your mouth~

He's into breeding and WILL MAKE YOU ARE FILLED UP WITH HIS CUM. HE WANTS TO START A FAMILY SO HOPE YOUR BODY IS READY FOR HIM! 😩

Nicknames for you: my queen, my sweet darling and my love

Nicknames for him: my dark king, my husband if he doesn't mind it, edgy king if you DARED TO CALL HIM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE (you'll get your "punishment" once everyone is out and Barnabas pulls your arm, pissed off as he takes you to the bedroom), and honey

Suck him really good while you are under the table, hiding from everyone as he talks with his knights. Sitting down in his chair, trying his best to NOT thrust his cock in your mouth. Try not to make noises if you don't want to get caught~

Mating press? Y E S !! Yours legs over his shoulders as Barnabas goes beast mode on you! Thrusting more deeper, feeling your tight pussy squeezing him. Grunting while telling you that you are his and ONLY HIM CAN HAVE YOU. NO ONE ELSE. HE WILL KILL FOR YOU.

"You are mine, (Y/N)! I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO TRIES TO TOUCH YOU OR EVEN LOOK AT YOU!

Repeating "mine" over and over until he releases his cum in your sweet flower

Oh! Shows his true self as you notices on how much he smiles at you and looks at you with such love and care....

Want a kiss from him? You don't need to tell him twice as he embraces you. Kissing you softly, dancing slowly in his castle. No one interrupting you and Barnabas there...

After all, Barnabas is tired from being alone and wants you to be his only loving queen.... if you ever die from his enemies or someone who is stronger than him, then Barnabas would rather die with you than continue living. You are his light....only woman who motivate him....of course, you'll do the same. You love him so much...

At least, you told him that you are pregnant. Knowing that Barnabas will be thrilled to hear those words, a small genuine smile appears in his face as he hugs you. Kissing your forehand, you know that he is crying. Vowing to protect you and your future child.

Dion 🤍

WHAT A CUTE CHARMING PRINCE?!

You love his smile so much! You would do anything to make him smile! You'll act like a fool so you can hear his laughter!

'Oh Eikons....his laughter is so cute! I need to hear it again....'

You are happy to know that Dion is loved by everyone and people depends on him if there's troubles in Sanbreque. He is the dominant of Eikons Bahamut! You know he is strong enough to protect his people.

You have a feeling that he has a complex relationship with his father....Telling Dion that you will always be there for him.

If he wants to vent his problems, then you'll whisper to his ear and say this...

"My prince, you can use your frustration on me. Use my body....I don't care if you want to have rough sex with me...", your seductive voice looked at you with such lust, craving to fuck you until he is no longer frustrated....

Thighs kink? Yup, Dion will use your thighs as he places his cock between your pussy. Thrusting slowly as you can his small moans, feeling yourself wet as your hands on your mouth. You REALLY love feeling his shaft

Depending if you are low class or perhaps royalty, Dion will treat you like a princess. He cares and loves you so much!

You and Dion running away from his Sanbreque and his father....that idea sounds wonderful for him....

His favorite sex position is doggy style or cowgirl. If you REALLY want Dion to be rough on you and fuck you until you can't feel your legs, then he'll do it. You're his princess, soon to be his wife if things goes well. If his father doesn't accept you, then he might ask you if he can murder his own murder. Afraid that you'll leave him and never want to see him... In the end, you kissed him as you told that you'll support his decision and staying with him. Loving Dion until you are dead... He is NOT letting you die on him, he will use Bahamut to kill anyone. You are the reason why he is continuing to protect his people, hoping he'll become a king. To have you as his wonderful queen.

Smack his ass and you will receive a cute reaction from Dion. Seeing him blush as he stuttered his words, trying to look angry or at least you like his reaction! You don't mind a "punishment" from him. It doesn't matter if you get "it"outside from the castle or in his room~

YOU WANT HIM TO MAKE LOVE TO YOU IN HIS GARDEN?! Smirking at you as you closed your eyes in ecstasy! Fucking you really good as he cums in you. Unless you want Dion to cum in your chest or stomach

Definitely into creampie! I am sure you want to start a family with your charming prince~

IDK WHAT I WROTE BUT HOPE YOU LIKE IT! PLEASE IGNORE MY GRAMMAR! I'll edit this FF16 men headcanons whenever I'm free!

[inkyclive]

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. 

[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.

[junie-junette]

I've got a lot of fun this month ! Hehehehe.

[sixpomseeds]

If I speak...

[dddrunkderella]

kinktober day 12: feral sex (and a bit of groping)

full view on poipiku!

SORRY ABOUT YOUR BUTTHOLE CID

[xxladyballadxx]

Confession

[⚔️Clive Rosfield x Reader⚔️]

Note: A bit of fluff towards the end.

Clive has been acting quite strange ever since you bumped into him. Here you thought you would never see anyone alive from Rosaria again. Jill appeared to be alive surprisingly, she was quite happy to see you. So the two people you’re very close with are alive. You also met up with the dog Torgal who is fully grown and whom you thought was dead during the invasion at Rosaria. You met a new friend of theirs, a man named Cidolfus Telamon. He’s the dominant of the thunder god Ramuh. You found it hard to believe when Jill told you that she became the dominant of the ice eikon Shiva. 

There were plenty of things that you needed to catch up on but somehow you managed to pick up the pace. All this time, Clive thought he would never see you again, thinking that you were killed during the incident at Rosaria. He thought of you every day since you were nowhere to be found. Until now. 

Everything happened so fast. You becoming an assassin of Sanbreque and working for them after the attack on Rosaria years ago. Someone from the kingdom seen how skilled you were with the dual blades so they decided to recruit you. Five months later, you decided to call quits and ran away from there as far as possible because you didn’t like what they were doing.

Clive would never thought of you being an assassin working for the emperor of Sanbreque. It’s a good thing you left, you were just a pawn to them and they used you to do their dirty work. Now that’s all in the past, you are now a free bloody woman who can do whatever she wishes to. 

Lately, Clive has been acting a little strange around you. You tried to talk to him and he just simply walked away from you. You gave a flustered look when he did that, wondering what was up with that man. You asked Jill and Cid about Clive’s odd behaviour. They seem to know something that’s going on with him but kept it to themselves and didn’t wish to tell you. They urged you to go and talk to Clive alone. 

You spotted Clive sitting on a log, staring down the lake. You sighed disappointedly, making your way to him, “Clive, hey, you’ve been avoiding me for a while. What’s wrong with you? Are you not happy to see me?” You began to question him in a worrying-angry tone of yours. 

Clive sighed, he knew that you would be mad towards him with the way he was behaving around you. He got up from the log and turned to face your direction. You crossed your arms as you wait for him to open that damn mouth of his to speak. “Well?”

“I’m sorry I’ve been trying to ignore you, it’s just that ever since you survived the incident at Rosaria years ago. I always thought I would never see you again. I went looking for you everywhere I go. (Y/n), when I found you alive. I just couldn’t believe it at first. I thought it was all a dream but no it wasn’t. ” What is this? Is he trying to tell you his feelings? 

Your (e/c) eyes widened, bolting out in surprise. It sounded like he’s trying to pour out his feelings for you. “Clive, what are you trying to say?”  you asked dumbfounded. 

“What I’m trying to say is; I have feelings for you, (Y/n). I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time. I lost that chance when you disappeared from Rosaria without a trace. I wanted to come and find you and tell you that I love you so damn much, I will always risk my life for you.” Clive’s confession made your heart raced, overflowing with waves of fuzzy feelings. 

“Clive...” he held your hands and locked eyes with you. “I love you very much, more then anything in the world.” 

Tears of joy formed into your eyes, it’s been a while since you cried of happiness. You felt happy when he told you his feelings for you. Clive pulled you in close to put his lips on yours. You wrapped your arms, holding him so tight never letting him go. Clive picked you up bridal style and spun you around. Laughing joyfully underneath the bright, celestial stars. 

(A/n) - Somehow I fucked this up because of the bloody writer’s block and I was rushing through it. I am officially out of ideas. I regret writing this piece of trash >///<

@aria-lesage @tharmr-barnabas @virtuousluna @kianaflame23

✨🖤✨

[drabblesandimagines]

400 request! Could you do some thing like enemies to lovers with Cid, maybe an argument that leads to an angry kiss. With some spice at the end?

Thankyou!

Thanks for the 400 request, anon! Sorry it took me an absolute age to get round to it - I'm still working my way through a few. I didn't quite get enemies to lovers but there's some argumentative banter and a tiiiiny bit of spice towards the end - please let me know what you think in an anon ask xxx Sparks Cidolfus Telemon x female reader Fluffy, little sprinkling of spice towards the end

You start to look up at the sound of the bell tinkling over the door, announcing a customer, but the heavy boots on the wooden floorboards tell you all you need to know and you sigh, casting your eyes immediately back down when you see who it is darkening your doorstep.

“No.”

“Love, that’s not a nice greeting. Want to try again?”

“Cidolfus-” “Oh, I am in trouble.” He smirks. “Now, this is a nice one.” You hear him heave a pot up in his hands, “how much?"

You look up then – he’s admiring the ceramic with a fake interest. “Not for sale.” You pinch the bridge of your nose to try and relieve the tension as he places the pot down.  “I have a headache that could down a behemoth and I cannot deal with that and you today.”

“Then,” the approaching footsteps show he has not heeded your plea, “you should let me help you.”

“Help?” You scoff. “You always bring more trouble to my door. If the Imperials or Dragoons get word of you being here…”

“They’ll what – poke and prod me with their little halberds?” He pretends to pout. “I don’t fear them and, if someone would finally accept my very gracious offer, neither would you.”

“Leave.” You seethe. “You’re nothing but a hinderance these days.”

“Surely it’s the thought that counts.” He chuckles, laying both palms down on the desk to show he had no plans to leave. “Besides, if you would concede, Tarja could whip you off something for that headache too, quick as you like.”

“By the Mothers. I swear-“

“This isn’t a very viable way to run a business, love – chasing your customers away at the door.”

“You’re not a real customer.”

He shrugs, before lifting a hand off the counter and grabbing a gil pouch off his belt. He drops it in show, the bag giving a satisfying thunk as it hit the counter to show off its contents.

“I’ll take however much this will get me.”

“You won’t. I hold the right to refuse you service.” You stress, shoving the pouch back across to him.

“You’re such a funny shopkeeper, someone might get ideas you’re up to something else here.”

You sigh, meeting his eyes at last. He’s a handsome man and he knows it – part of what makes him so cocky. “What will it take for you to leave me be?”

He throws his arms wide. “Come join my group of outlaws.”

“I’m doing fine work here.” You grumble. Your paths had crossed a few years back. He’d heard word of someone shipping ailing Bearers out to the Kingdom of Waloed – something he could not stand, given his history. His investigations had led straight to you – ushering them onto a boat in a way that wasn’t befitting on a slave master. After a tense exchange, it had been established that the two of you were of the same opinion – that Bearers didn’t deserve the hand they had been dealt and were trying to help where you can in different ways. You’d buy up Bearers where you could and, under the guise of selling them to Waloed, you’d find them havens throughout Valisthea, allowing them to live their final days in peace, for whatever it was worth.

He was smug, cocky, thought he was the Mother’s gift to all around him, and it drove you up the wall – like he expected you to swoon over him and his swagger, go along with whatever he wanted. But no, you’d stayed firm, held your resolve – Cidolfus Telemon will not get his way with you.

“What if I say I’m worried?”

“About yourself? You should be. I heard a certain rumour about an unwanted visitor to Drake’s Head.”

He quirks an eyebrow, looks surprised for a moment before his face falls back into its self-assured grin. “I just wanted a closer look, love.”

The bell above the door rings again and a real customer walks in – a nobleman, by the looks of it, with real gil to burn.

You look at Cid and nod your head towards the door. Thankfully, he relents, giving you a wink and a wave and finally heads out the door.

--

Later that evening, you’re about to lock up when a hand squeezes your shoulder. You turn, alarmed, and find yourself facing a trio of Imperial soldiers – all sporting the same haircut under military standards, the same hardened stares.

“I’m awfully sorry, but I’m closed for the day, sirs. Mayhaps you can return in the morning.” You keep your tone light, almost ditsy to try and diffuse what is clearly not a group of soldiers out shopping for pots.

“I’m afraid this matter really cannot wait, my lady.” The soldier reaches past you and opens the door into the shop before pushing you back within. “After you.”

You make it five steps in when you hear a sword being unsheathed and an almighty clatter as it collides with a group of pots on display.

“Oops.” The soldier says, dryly.

“Accidents happen.” This isn’t good – whatever this is.

“They do.”  We wouldn’t want any more happening, would we?”

“No, sir.”

“Like, it must have been an accident when Cidolfus Telemon was here this afternoon and you did not bring it to our attention.”

“Who?” You tilt your head, trying to mimic confusion. The soldier, the commander of this merry trio, you reckon, grabs you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks.

“Don’t play dumb, my lady. You’ll only make this worse for yourself. What business did you conduct with him?”

“None.” He lets go of your jaw and shoves you backwards, sending you crashing into another display of pots. Jagged bits of ceramic poke at your back and thighs, but that pain is nothing to the fear you feel when he draws his sword.

“Ladies should not lie.”

“And that is no way to treat a lady, lads.” Cid’s smooth voice comes from the doorway. The soldiers spin on their heels, holding their swords aloft. He steps in, casually, rolling up his sleeves.

“Surrender, Telemon.”

Sparks of lightning begin to crackle along his arm and into his palm. “Not my style.” And before the soldiers can make another move, he punches his fist into the ground, sending three strikes of lightning in each of their directions, sending the trio flying up for a moment before crashing down into more of your pots - dead.

You stare in disbelief of what’s just occurred, your heart pounding as Cid strides over to you, pulling you up to your feet.

“Are you all right?”

“You.” You growl, grabbing hold of either side of his collar with both hands and yanking him forward. “I told you that you’re nothing but trouble.”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Love, I’m sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen-“ You cut him off with a bruising kiss and for a moment he doesn’t reciprocate, stunned, before he drops his hands and slides his tongue in between your lips, fighting for dominance. His hands find your waist and he pulls you closer, one hand dropping down to squeeze your backside. You can feel him smirk into the kiss, but that won’t do. You let go of his collar, trailing your fingers down his chest and then lower, ghosting his crotch, causing him to moan into your mouth…

“We gotta go, Cid – more Imperials heading this way!” A voice comes from the door – one you recognize as another part of his crew.

He pulls away, frowning. “We’ll have to continue this back at my place, love. Come on.” And with no hesitation, his hands are back at your waist and the smug bastard throws you over your shoulder, patting your backside as he adjusts his grip.

“Cidolfus!” --

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NSFW Alphabet - Cid Telamon Edition

Pairing: Cidolfus Telamon/Reader Rating: Explicit, 18+, minors DNI Author's Note: There isn't enough about this chain-smoking DILF, and that's just a shame, ain't it? Be the change you want to see in the world fellas.

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

Cidolfus is affectionate both in and out of the bedroom, but especially so after a session of lovemaking. He becomes very vulnerable, so don’t be surprised if he keeps you all to himself after the fact.

He peppers you with kisses, from your neck, to your chest, and back to your lips. It’s almost reverent how he worships you, how he makes you feel alive, seen. 

“Cid, come now, we’ve got to get cleaned up—“ You whine, pushing him away with little success.

He barely acknowledges you, grinning ear to ear as he kisses you slowly, fingertips dancing at your sides. “Let me enjoy myself a bit, it’s not everyday an angel falls into my bed.”

You’re tempted to say something, but his verdant gaze locks you in place, memorizing every inch of your body. 

At this rate you won’t leave the bed until sundown, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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

Everything, he loves everything about you, but he especially loves your hips, how the plush skin curves perfectly in his hands, how they serve as the perfect grip when he wants to bend you over the desk of his solar, and even more so when they fit perfectly against his pelvis when he presses you into the mattress. A close second would be your neck, for the sole reason that you fall to pieces when he places his lips against it, the prettiest noises threatening to spill from your lips.

For himself, he’ll say his voice. He never thought about it much, but after seeing how his words have an effect on you he uses it fully to his advantage.

He walks behind you, one hand on your hip and the other pressed right below your stomach, just shy of what would be appropriate. He slots himself against your backside, enjoying how deliciously you brush against his cock, the thin fabric of your dress just tempting him to lift it.

“How long have you been at those records my dear?” He groans against your neck, voice like gravel. “I’ve hardly seen you all day.”

His presence is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. You bite your lip, silencing yourself when he nibbles at the skin of your throat, smirking. “Cid, please, you know I can’t…”

Your pleas fall on deaf ears, and when he starts to suck a bruise you can barely hold the moan that threatens to spill. “Don’t worry about Otto, I’ll talk to him. For now, let’s take a break in my chambers.”

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

If you let him finish in your mouth, show him how well behaved you are by opening it and swallowing his spend, it’ll drive him crazy. If you bring your fingers to your mouth to lick off any excess while staring at him, be prepared to not walk straight for the next few days. You look up at him, exhausted but pleased. After catching his breath for a moment Cid’s fingers press against your cheeks, a signal you’re very familiar with. “Open.” Wordlessly, you part your lips to reveal his seed, sat heavy against your tongue. A moment passes, and then he nods, watching transfixed as you swallow, gladly sticking out your tongue as proof. He wipes away a stray drop and you bring the digit to your lips without question, never letting your eyes leave his. A visible shudder runs through his body before he drags you upwards, lips meeting in a searing kiss. “You’ll be the fucking death of me woman.” He groans, before pulling you back in for more.

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

In his days of travel he’s been experience to plenty of unique locations and even more unique characters, but some of his more odd encounters have been in pubs, surrounded by men of varying morality simply sharing stories around a cup of ale. He recalls one man sharing the tales of his favorite pleasure girl and the various things they do in the bedroom, and he gave mention of how she tied him up once and let her have his way with him. He never thought about the conversation, but when he met you suddenly his curiosity peaked. 

He’d never say it outwardly, but if you were to bring some rope the next time you had sex, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

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

He’s experienced, without a doubt. There was a time when his face was known by several women of Waloed who were looking for a good time, even if it wasn’t for a long time. Those days are long behind him, but he’s grateful if only for the fact that he can now use those skills on you. “Didn’t know you were such a charmer Cid.” You taunt playfully, pressed against his side. “Mhm, those days are long past me now. I’d much rather spend my time with a certain someone.” He hums, content to enjoy your company. You smile, asking even though you already know the answer. “Pray tell, who would that someone be?” A kiss is pressed to your forehead, followed by another hum. “Someone very special to me.” 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, Cowgirl, anything where he can see your face. Watching your reaction is half the fun, and he’s a tease, so expect him to embarass you in the best way.

“I love seeing you like this, all pretty on my cock—“ He raises his hips to meet yours, your mind going blank. On instinct you look down, hiding your face until his rough hands hold you by the neck, unyielding even for a second.

“No no no, don’t you dare look away,” He coos softly, almost as if he isn’t keeping you bouncing on his lap. “Keep those pretty eyes on me or I’ll stop, understand?”

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

More on the serious side, but occasionally he’ll crack a joke or two. Don’t expect any humor from him past the foreplay stage though, he’s here for one thing only and he takes your pleasure very seriously.

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

He tries, but he really couldn’t care about his pube situation. If you mentioned it he’d probably take more care, but he’s lucky enough that it doesn’t grow out into an absolute jungle.

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

He has his moments, there’s always a hint of love in his actions even if he’s whispering absolute filth into your ear. He really becomes a romantic after the deed is done, as mentioned in the aftercare. He’s also more of a romantic when you two are alone behind closed doors, where no one can see you.

You lie beneath him, rendered breathless as he thrusts into you viciously, every grind of your cock inside you making it that much harder to function. He tears you apart at the seams, exposes you to your very core, and with a gentle press of his palm in your own, puts you back together once more. “You’re so fucking beautiful—” He grunts, the throaty sound of his voice bringing you back to reality, just barely. “So majestic, so perfect. All fucking mine—” And even when tears brim your eyes, when you struggle to keep your sanity under his skillful touch, he grounds you. A hand at your thigh, or a kiss to your lips, he brings you right back, then pushes you over the edge once again with another sharp thrust. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

High sex drive, but usually doesn’t jerk off. He’s often busy with the hideaway, so he tries to focus on something else and deal with it later. Besides, he’d rather wait for you to take care of his needs, it’s more fun that way. On the occasions that it’s just too much to bear he’ll relax in his bed and think of you, ignorant to anything that isn’t him and his dick in his hand. 

You walk to his bedchambers, searching for his opinion on the latest food shipment when you hear a groan in the hallway. When you get closer to his door it gets louder, and the faintest smirk pulls at your features when you recognize where you’ve heard that noise before. Without warning you walk inside, met with an enticing image of your lover sat against the headboard, thrusting into his hand languidly.

Eyes closed and mouth open, he whispers to himself, hints of your name dancing on his tongue with each grunt, just slightly hunched over with need. At the sound of your voice calling for him he turns, unashamed of his display.

His hand doesn’t stop moving as he speaks, licking his lips at the sight of you. “There you are, I was looking for you. Think you could help?”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dominance - Either giving or receiving. He tends to dominate you but as mentioned before, he has no qualms about letting you take the lead.

Orgasm Denial - He’s a tease, it’s almost downright evil. He could sit there for hours just holding you right on the edge just for fun, he likes how high your voice gets when you’re frustrated.

Praise - Cid would sing your praises to the entire hideaway if he could (and he’s tried, only for Lady Charon to “kindly” tell him to shut his trap.)

Facesitting - Please, sit on his face. He’ll damn near cry at the feeling of your thighs on his ears, please do yourself a favor and sit on his face and you won’t regret it. Sloppy eater.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom, or on the desk of the solar. He likes to hear you scream, so anywhere he can be sure you’ll make as much noise as possible is fine with him.

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

Those pretty dresses you wear around the hideaway when you’re not adventuring. You look good in anything but something about a nice dress is so domestic to him, makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s also a bonus that it offers easy access. 

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.) He enjoys a nice blowjob as much as the next guy, but he goes feral at the thought of eating you out. If he had his way he’d suffocate himself between your legs and die a happy man. He’ll wring orgasm after orgasm out of you and still not be satisfied, locking his hands together and forcing you still until he's had his fill of you. Tears streak across your face, the pleasure bordering on painful. How many times has he made you come at this point? You’ve lost count after three. Every movement feels strained, your legs have developed a permanent shake, and yet his mouth still moves against your vigorously, no hint of stopping. You beg for him to stop, to let you have a break, but he’s far too engrossed in the taste of you to pay attention. “Please, I need—I can’t—” Words fail you at this point and it hurts to talk, hurts to do much of anything except lie back and let Cid worship your cunt.

“Just one more darling, let me make you feel good.” He gasps against you, barely able to finish a sentence before descending on you again. “One more and I'll stop.” But you know better, because that’s what he said last time. 

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

Sensual, with a hint of roughness. He wants to treat you like the princess you are, but he just can’t seem to help himself when you look so damn good underneath him.

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

Yes, more often than not he has to leave for one reason or another, and there just isn't enough time for a full session. He’s sure to make it up to you when he gets back.

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

Doesn’t mind a bit of experimentation, he’ll try anything once as long as you respect his boundaries.

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

Have you seen this man fight? He can go on as long as you need to, and oftentimes you have to beg him to stop. Whether he listens or not, however…

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

No, and he doesn’t need to. He can do plenty by himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Incredibly unfair, downright evil. The only thing he loves more than his cigars is the sound of his name on your lips.

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

Deep groans and hushed whispers, tends to talk you through whatever you’re feeling. Gets real loud when he’s about to come, and likes to bury himself further into you when he does.

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

Likes when you call him Sir. It started as a joke between you two, calling him the Lord Commander as a joke, which eventually turned into you calling him Sir. He found that he liked it more than he cared to admit, and during a make-out session you actually felt him twitch at the name and made it a point to tease him about it from then on.

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

6.5 inches, average girth, well-endowed and knows it. Has a vein running along the underside that makes him see stars, but be careful with that information, because Cid likes to return the favor tenfold.

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

High, but he knows the importance of time and place. He isn’t thinking about it 24/7 but it's fairly obvious when he’s eyeing you from across the Hideaway that he isn't exactly thinking the most tame things about you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quick at all, he enjoys the quiet time between you two after having sex, tracing every line and curve of your body slowly, taking his time with you. Need water, clean up, conversation? He’s down for it all. He does find it easier to fall asleep with you in his arms.

[kianaflame23]

Hidden Feelings ☆ FFXVI Clive Rosfield x f!reader ANGST

Summary: You are crying to yourself. You want Clive to be your only lover. Maybe you can be his wife. No.....he didn't say a word to your love confession. His silence kills you and you can't handle it anymore.... You just want to be happy with Clive....

Hi, my friends and mutuals! Decided to write a sad angst fanfic and hope everyone like this! I don't ship Clive and Jill. I see them as just friends or a siblings figure. I'm sorry! Have a nice morning/day/night! ✨️

You feel numb, not wanting to see Clive nor the group anymore. You made a HUGE mistake on telling your romantic feelings to Clive.... You should've known that he wouldn't feel the same....

'I thought....I could tell him.......'

'........'

'He looked surprised....did I made him uncomfortable....?'

'He didn't say anything to me and just walked away......'

'He hates me now.....no......'

You sighs to yourself, tears were forming in your eyes. You wiped your tears with your delicate finger, not letting your friends know that you are being emotional right now. You are with your friends, sitting down from the ground. Waiting for Clive and Cidolfus to start with the fire as it was getting very dark and late. A campfire sound wonderful to you and everyone, however, you don't want to see Clive. You whispered to Jill that you'll be back and just need some alone time. There was a worried frown on her face, asking you if you are alright.

You smiled weakly and nodded at Jill, got up from the ground and started walking away. Ignoring Clive's voice as he calls for your name. The group can't see you with the huge trees getting in the way. Clive didn’t know what to do and looked confused until Cidolfus sighs angrily and starts talking to him.

"Clive! When are you going to stop being a coward and tell her that you love her?!", Cid spoked in annoyance as he shaked his head in disapproval. Jill nodded as she places her hands on her hips, disappointrd at Clive.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, CLIVE?! GO AFTER HER AND SAY SORRY OR DO SOMETHING TO CHEER HER UP!", Jill screamed at him, surprising Clive with her loud voice and immediately called Torgal to join him. Running towards the forest as Torgal signaling Clive on where you are. Making sure that he doesn't get injured or anything.

"(Y/N)! Please be safe! I'm going to protect you! Forgive me..."

*Back to you*

'......he hasn't look at me for days.... or even talk to me....'

'I should stop loving him.....'

'......maybe he thinks of me....as a sister....or a friend.....'

You roamed through the forest, not realizing that you could get killed as you continued walking until you see a beautiful river.

"Ah... this is a perfect place to cry....haha...."

You dropped your knees to the ground, your hands on the dirt and tears falling down from your face as you screamed. Hating yourself for being so nice and forgiving Clive. You questioning yourself if you should stay with him and the group or not....

"....I just want him to love me...."

"I don't want to be alone...."

"What should I do?"

"Come with me and you wouldn't suffer again, (Y/N)", a voice that made your whole body shiver in fear as a dark blue armor hand appears in front of your face. Looking up as you gasped, you moved away from that mysterious person and called their name.

"King Barnabas?! What are you doing here?!"

"He's here because we want you to join us, sweetheart~", you recognized that voice..... you glared at Benedikta, using your magic to summon your weapon. Your body is no longer in the ground, ready to attack Barnabas and Benedikta. She sighed as she tries to explain on why they want you. Of course, you are stubborn to listen and clashed your weapon to Beneditka. Not giving a shit on what she is saying to you, even if she has good intentions. Praying to Eikons for Clive and the group to save you.....

'I need to SURVIVE! I AM NOT DYING TONIGHT!', you thought to yourself, still fighting with Benedikta. She is getting annoyed as she was about to use her Garuda abilities until your weapon is clashing with Barnabas' sword. However, he is much stronger than you, sending you to the ground. He looked at Benedikta and ordering her to use Garuda's claws to trap you. You screamed in agony as you felt one of the claws squeezing your body tightly, trying to escape as you looked up in the sky.

"LET ME GO!"

"I'M GOING TO KI-", you didn't finished your sentence as Barnabas grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. Both you and Barnabas glared at each other, then he chuckled as he starts talking to you.

"I want you to be my wife, (Y/N)."

"NO! I WIIL NOT BE YOUR WIFE, BARNABAS!"

"If you don't, then your friends will die. You won't forgive yourself, seeing your dead friend dying in front of you. Am I wrong, (Y/N)?"

"..........", Your eyes widened in despair, imagining Barnabas slashing Clive and the group because of you....

"Marrying me...why....?"

"You're the most beautiful maiden and I have never seen any women like you. Yes, I know you don't believe me and I'll make you fall in love with me."

"I don't care if it will takes years for you to love me. You will be MINE!", Barnabas' voice was too much for you, wanting to puke and be gone.... You didn't say a word to Barnabas, annoyed at his flirting as you wait for Clive and the group to stop them. If it is only Clive, then you have no choice to marry King Barnabas.....

"Your love confession to Clive was so sweet. It is a shame that he doesn't feel the same."

"....how....? Were you there?!"

"Yes. How could he just walked away and didn't say anything to you? Do you honestly think that he will see you a friend after your sweet confession?"

".....I....."

"LET ME TELL YOU WHY? IT'S BECAUSE HE WANTS TO FIND 'THE DOMINANT' THAT HE IS SO OBSESSED TO KILL AND ONLY CARES ABOUT HIS DEAD LITTLE BROTHER!", you closed your eyes as you felt your heart drop, shaking your head rapidly and telling yourself that it is not true.

"Is it hilarious that he feels more comfortable with Jill Warrick? Clive Rosfield, able to use the Eikon Ifrit and Jill Warrick, Dominant of the Eikon Shiva? Fire and Ice? A perfect match. Who knows? They could be kissing at this moment. Perhaps, Clive doesn't want to tell you that he is in love with Jill and is relief that you're not with them.", Barnabas looked back towards Benedikta, signaling her to remove her Garuda's claws from you. You slowly dropped down to the ground, feeling yourself numb again....

"STOP! LIES! Jill.....will never...."

"Oh! You told Jill your feelings for Clive before he started ignoring you for days?! I feel terrible for you. Let me save you, (Y/N).", your empty eyes looked at him as you opened your mouth to say anything, however, you didn't expect to see Clive.... standing in front of you. Shielding you from Barnabas and Benedikta, Torgal leans his adorable head towards yours, rubbing gently as he sees any injuries. Clive looked at you for a few seconds, his voice interrupts your negative thoughts as he asks if you can still fight.

'.......Of course...... Clive wouldn't care about me.....'

'......Maybe King Barnabas is right.......Him and Jill are perfect for each other......'

You shakily use your hand, summoning a healing potion and drinking it as your whole body is no longer weak. Standing up, you didn't bother to look at Clive's confused face. Walking towards Barnabas as you stopped in front of him, you sighed and nodded.

"Yes, I.....will be your wife....Barnabas Tharmr...."

"Excellent. Your precious friends will not die tonight, my sweet (Y/N).", Barnabas smirks, enjoying the rage in Clive's blue eyes. Picking your hand as you felt Barnabas' lips kisses your forehand, pulling you closer to him. You felt disgusting, but you want to save Clive....and everyone.....even if Clive doesn't love you....at least he will be safe and he can focus on his revenge journey....

"We are leaving, Benedikta. Clive Rosfield, she will be safe with me. Don't worry about her and just focus on yourself."

"DIE, BARNABAS!", Clive yelled as he dashed to you and Barnabas, extending his hand. Attempting to get you away from Barnabas and escaping together.

"I would not be a bothersome to you.....Goodbye, my 'friend'....", you smiled weakly at Clive, crying in front of him as you looked at for a second before turning your head. You looked down as you saw black shadows appearing in front of your eyes, it is most likely Barnabas' powers.

"WAIT! (Y/N), I'M SORRY! FORGIVE M-", Clive desperately cries for your name. He has to tell you why he ignored you.....accepting that he IS a coward and wants forgiveness.

Suddenly, you are gone....Clive wasn't able to save you.....not even Torgal could've done anything to prevent this horrible situation......

"FUCK! I'M GOING TO SAVE YOU, MY LOVE! I PROMISE, (Y/N)!", Clive screamed to himself, vowing to find you and convince you to come back to him.....

"Let's go, Torgal....We need to tell Cid and Jill about what happened.....", a tear slipping down from his face as he tries to control his emotions. Walking away from the river and entering the forest. Preparing himself to get lecture by Cidolfus. Clive doesn't care if they hate him or not. He wants you to be safe in his arms, telling you that he loves you so very much. He'll give you anything you want. Clive just want to see your smile again.... seeing your happy face as you teases him. He loves your flirting and literally everything about you. As soon as he sees you again, he will make love to you and ONLY YOU. Finding a blacksmith, paying them to make a special ring for you. Yes, a beautiful wedding ring. He'll be so happy if you do accept him and be his lovely wife.

"Wait for me! I want you to be mine, (Y/N).... I will save you.... even at the cost of my own life!"

The end ❤️‍🔥

[inkyclive]

some more thoughts for science and funsies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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~Character Ai~

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

¦ Symbols Meaning ¦

(✧. ┊ ) fantasy AU

(ׂׂૢ) Work partners or so

(✰. ┊) modern / step / highschool au

(ꕥ) Start with angst

(ღ) Soft = sibling / lover / friendly

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═ ⋆I take any requests for any characters⋆ ═

Barnabas Tharmr

✧. ┊A test to be his queen

Cidolfus Telamon

ׂׂૢ Cid wanted the nurse attention

Chris Redfield

ꕥ You catch Chris *cheated* on you

Cloud Strife

ꕥ Fall apart relationship

✰. ┊ Head teacher! Cloud x teacher! You

ׂׂૢ Cloud being drugged by a monster

ღ Cloud's girlfriend find him in a dress photo

Dante

ღ Your Husband save you

ׂׂૢ Dante your partner for Demon Hunter

ღ Dante comforting his wife after she's giving birth

✰. ┊  HIGHSCHOOL AU

ღ Dante find out his wife pregnant

ღ Dante being slightly overprotective to his wife

ꕥ He is worried about his wife

✧. ┊Ran from your royal life to be with your man

Dion Lesage

ׂׂૢ Finding a bride for Dion

Ellie Williams

ღ Ellie excited knowing her crush gonna treat her injuries

Ignis Scientia

ׂׂૢ Ignis's new assistant

ღ The advisor might have feelings for you

Izumi Miyamura

ꕥ You had a crush on him

Jin Kazama

✧. ┊ Vampire Au

ღ He find out you're pregnant

ׂׂૢ He keep showing up in your infirmary

✰. ┊Your Grumpy dorm mate's brother

Joshua Rosfield

ׂׂૢ Joshua confessed to his companion

ꕥ Pregnant with Joshua's

✰. ┊Joshua got jealous with his 'wife'

Leon S Kennedy

✧. ┊ Spiderman Leon

✧. ┊ Married to duke Leon

ׂׂ ღ Assassin x Agent Leon

ׂׂૢ Mission with Leon

✰. ┊Your annoying step-brother

Marius Von hagen

✧. ┊ Marius your annoying Emperor

Neuvillette

ꕥ Choose him please

Nicholas Leister

✰. ┊Your rude step-brother

ꕥ Annoying Ex boyfriend

ꕥ Frenemies with Nick

Noah Morgan

ღ Noah felt jealously

Noctis Lucis Caelum

LIST

Prompto Argentum

ღ Noctis's younger sibling

Reno Sinclair

ׂׂૢ Work partner with Reno

ღ Reno trying to talk after making you jealous

Scaramouche

✧. ┊ Spiderman Scaramouche

Sephiroth

ꕥ Sephiroth kidnapped you

ꕥ he manipulate your memories beforehand

Sleipnir Harbard

ღ Sleipnir tried to get along with you

Xavier

ꕥ He's going to lock you

Zack Fair

✧. ┊ Zack wake up in FFXV's universe after dying

Origanal Characters

Kazeric Kairen - ✧. ┊ Academic rival who help you during zombies attack in your school

Cherry - ✧. ┊ A little lady who safe you