#clive rosfield x male reader

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clive rosfield x male reader [he / him] (main - joshua rosfield x male reader)

sypnosis: clive watches as his younger brother falls in love with his childhood best friend. (clive and [name] pairing is meant to be platonic, joshua and [name] pairing is meant to be romantic.)

the lowercase is intentional !

- ffxvi spoilers under the cut

clive always saw joshua and [name] together. the two were always together, no matter where they were or whoever else was with them. it was almost as if the two always ended up finding eachother.

clive felt happy for his younger brother. it was nice to see how happy joshua looked whenever he was with [name]. clive was just glad his brother had a friend, even though if the two weren't both men people would assume they were dating.

the first time [name] and joshua met was when they were both 10. clive was out on the training grounds, practicing different sword tricks to help become a better shield for the phoenix of rosaria. joshua was coming to watch before he tripped and landed on his face. clive rushed to help, before was cut off by a young boy who brought joshua back up on his feet.

joshua coughed a little as he stood up on his feet again, slightly wobbling. he then turned to the boy who helped him and smiled, bowing a little. "thank you.." the phoenix spoke. the young boy nodded and smiled back. "no problem, i'm [name]. i didn't think i'd get to see the phoenix!" [name] exclaimed, being an estatic 10 year old in the presence of joshua.

clive also smiled as he watched the two young boys interact from a distance. he was happy his brother finally found a friend and that joshua wouldn't have to cling to him and jill now, even if he didn't mind joshua's presence really. clive went back to practicing his sword skills, occasionally stealing glances of joshua and [name].

months passed, leading joshua and [name] to grow closer and closer and closer. the two were inseparable, even though they had only known eachother for such a small amount of time. clive always saw the two boys together. he was looking out for his brother most of the time, even if joshua was out playing with [name]. clive was the older brother, so it was only natural to feel worried about his younger brother.

joshua and [name] would play in the streets of rosalith, they'd chase after torgal or sneak up on clive and jill. it was all good fun and it'd end up in the two boys laughing and giggling a bunch later. joshua loved it so much, he often thought about the times he and [name] spent together when they were younger. however, he wasn't going to admit that.

then, the inevitable happened. joshua was sent to phoenix gate with his father and brother, whilst [name] stayed in rosalith, awaiting for his best friend's return. clive remembered the look on [name]'s face after he heard of the news. [name] was devistated, he didn't want to be alone from his friend. yet, it was joshua's duty, and [name] was of no position to change that.

all of the chaos then struck... a second eikon of fire appearing out of nowhere, joshua missing and supposedly dead, and rosalith being invaded by another foreign army.

luckily, [name] and his family managed to flee rosalith, finding themselves residing elsewhere for the time being. the 10 year old [name] was devistated. he didn't want to be apart from joshua. his heart ached, yearned for his best friend to be okay, for his best friend to come back to him. yet, he'd only hear from his friend years later.

18 years later, clive, joshua and [name] all reunited. joshua and [name] had found eachother around 5 years earlier on accident, but they've been by eachothers side ever since, and clive could tell.

clive saw the way joshua looked at [name]. it wasn't the innocent, sweet look in his eyes that he had when he was younger, it was a different look, a look that had a deeper meaning behind it. clive thought it looked like.. love. but that couldn't be, could it? two men in valisthea, his own brother for that sake! he couldn't believe it.

then, clive noticed the way joshua was practically all over [name]. joshua spent time with clive, yes, but he always ran back to [name], no matter what. the two of them stayed by eachother's side all the time. clive thought it was because the two of them were best friends and they had a lot to catch up with, but he was wrong. he was so wrong.

the older rosfield brother realised his younger brother was in love. joshua was in love with [name] even if the two were men. it all made sense. everything came into place, everything since the beginning. clive couldn't believe it. how could he not have noticed?

clive rushes to find joshua who's hanging around the hideaway on his own, no sign of [name] this time. clive then put his hands on joshua's shoulders, looking into his eyes deeply. "joshua.. you have something to tell me, don't you?" the ravenette spoke.

joshua was caught a little off guard by his older brother's sudden approach, but he realised what clive meant. "yes. i do have something to tell you, yet you already know what i want to say." joshua sighed, shaking his head slightly. "please do not hate me, brother. i didn't think i'd feel this way towards [name], but alas i cannot change how i feel."

clive wrapped his arms around joshua's frame, smiling. "how could i be angry at you, joshua?" he chuckled, squeezing the phoenix tight. "i was just shocked at first, but then i realised and it made sense." clive spoke quietly, not wanting anyone to hear this conversation between him and his brother.

"i see the way you look at him, the way the two of you are all over eachother and such.. the two of you are so obvious, you should be glad more people haven't found out, or else something worse could happen." clive spoke again before pulling away from joshua. he kept a smile on his face, truly happy for his brother.

joshua nods, smiling back at his brother. "i'm glad you are not angry at me, brother. i didn't think you'd take this so.. well, lightly." joshua shook his head, his thoughts weighing him down.

"go, tell him." clive whispered, putting a hand on one of joshua's shoulder. "go." joshua nods again and he sets off to find [name].

clive couldn't be more happier for [name] and joshua. he saw the way everything played out, but he didn't even realise! 18 years he thought that the two best friends would only stay best friends, but that's not the case anymore. he's glad, really glad.

"go.. joshua.." clive whispered out again as he saw joshua run off after [name], a tear rolling down his cheek.

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

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

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Overworked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[drabblesandimagines]

I hope I'm not too late for the 400 follower requests.

Isabelle flirts with Joshua and makes reader jealous. please with a happy ending.

Hi, anon! You certainly weren't, but I apologise for being super late with writing this one. Please do drop me an ask and lemme know what you think. Bit longer than 1,000 words cos I got carried away... Envy Joshua Rosfield x female reader

You step forward, about to rap your knuckles against the large wooden door of the Veil when you hesitate. You always thought you’d do anything for Joshua, but this is testing your resolve.

“Are you sure?”

“You are soaked through.” He admonishes, stepping around you and knocking on the door with his own gloved hand before you could protest.

He wasn’t wrong, the wet clothing sticking to your skin had left you feeling frozen to the bone. The rain had been relentless on your trip and as you’d reached the outskirts of Northreach, it became clear that your own cloak wasn’t holding up against the elements nearly as well as Joshua’s. With the rain set to continue and the ground too wet to set up camp, it was at his insistence that you found yourselves at the Dame’s door, her name noted down on a list of Clive’s allies.

It doesn’t take long for the door to be opened – a beautiful woman, dressed in pinks and purples, brunette hair swept to the side in an elaborate bun appears, giving you and Joshua a curious look.

“Oh, my, a couple?” She chuckles, stepping back to open the door wider and beckoning the two of you in from the rain. “Well, you aren’t the first to darken my doorstep.”

“Er, no. No, my lady,” You correct, thankful your face feels too frozen from the wet to have any sort of blush heat it up red. “I believe we have a mutual acquaintance. Clive said that if we were nearby, we could seek shelter from the hospitality of the Dame an-“

“You are both friends of Clive?” She shuts the door behind her and walks over to Joshua, who pulls the hood of his cloak down to greet her with a charming smile.

“Actually, I am his brother.” He offers his hand. “Joshua. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady.”

“Well, any friend of Clive is a friend of mine, and my friends call me Isabelle.”

You watch as Isabelle then takes his hand and he raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss across her knuckles, staring into each other’s eyes all the while. The act makes you feel irrationally hot in the moment, a lump of jealousy in your throat. What you’d give for that to be your hand, your eyes that held his focus… You’re drawn out of your fantasy by Joshua introducing you as his companion and your mind spirals – what does that even mean? Is he doing that deliberately to show he’s… available?  

Isabelle smiles coyly, before turning to the group of female and male courtesans who have gathered by the doorway, curious about their visitors. “Girls, please prepare rooms for our guests and a hot bath, then see if we have any dry clothes that would fit this one as well.” She gestures to you. “Poor thing’s frozen from the rain.”

“You are far too gracious, Isabelle. We are in your debt.”

“And you are absolutely darling.” Isabelle lays her hands on Joshua’s chest, right over his heart and your breath catches in your throat at the intimacy. Joshua is not one to be fussed, often shying away when your hands had brushed accidentally, or you’d tried to tend to a wound.

But under Isabelle’s touch, he doesn’t show any such protest, and you feel yourself bristle, wishing that was you, so assured and confident that the object of your desires wouldn’t shy away from your touch, if you could ever find yourself to be so bold.

“Afterwards, you must join me for supper.”

“We’d be honored,” Joshua answers with a smile. “Wouldn’t we?”

“Of course. Honored.” Your voice is tight, fists clenched and nails digging into your palm, trying to control your tone as her hand still rests upon his chest. Joshua’s smile drops in confusion. He steps away from Isabelle’s touch, looking as if he will approach you, when one of the courtesans catches his eye.

“Follow me, sir.” A pretty blonde beckons to him, gesturing him forward, whilst a brunette takes hold of your sleeve and tugs you in the opposite direction.

“This way, my lady.”

-- You stare at the dress that has been laid out for you on the bed – it offers no protection in a fight, leaving such vulnerable areas uncovered. It’s a similar style of design to Isabelle’s dress with off the shoulder sleeves, a tight light blue bodice and a flouncy, white lace-trimmed skirt. You pull it on, tug it down into place – whoever had guessed your size had at least managed it spot-on – but you wish you could tug a little more modesty for your taste into it too. However, you can hardly sit around in nothing and wait for your own clothing to dry out. Despite it being near the fire, you know it will take until at least dawn to do so. It’s only for the night, you reassure yourself, this is all only for tonight.

You leave your room and along the corridor - hearing a feminine giggle behind one of the other doors - and quickly head down the stairs, following the directions the courtesan had given you to where supper would be taking place. The door is slightly ajar and you look in as you go to push it open when you can hear Joshua’s voice.

“Should we not wait fo-?”

“I am sure she is on her way.” Isabelle is holding a spoon aloft, poised at his lips. “Please, before it gets cold. I insist.”

Joshua leans forward and you can’t bear to keep watching, feeling your heart break at such an intimate moment. You spin on your heels and hurry quietly back up the stairs and to your room – thank the Mothers you remembered which one it was – throwing yourself down on the bed and muffling a sob within the confines of the pillow.

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You sniff, miserably, having finally got yourself together when there’s a knock on the door. You rub your face on your way over to the door, trying to make yourself presentable. Instead of the courtesan you expected to see, sent to check on you after your absence at supper, you find Joshua, a metal plate of food in his hand and wide-eyed as he takes in your ensemble, momentarily speechless.

You feel embarrassed under his gaze. “It is all they had and my own clothes are still soaked. I know I look foolish.”

“You look beautiful.”

“P-pardon?”

Joshua smiles at your reaction. “May I come in a moment?”

You nod, still trying to comprehend if he said what you think he said and he walks inside, pulling the door closed behind.

“You did not come to supper – I was concerned.”

“I did, but you and Isabelle… Well, you looked quite cosy and I did not wish to interrupt.”

“Cosy?” He placed the plate down on the dresser.

“She was feeding you.”

“Ah,” he looks down at his boots for a moment before meeting your gaze. “She is quite… hands-on, isn’t she?”

“You were not pushing her away.”

“I did not wish to be rude to our host.”

You bite your lip, as if that will hold in the next question, but to no success. “Is that the only reason?”

Joshua quirks his head, curiously, before he smiles and gives a firm nod. “Ah, so that’s it.”

“That’s what?”

“You were jealous.”

“Jealous? I… I wasn’t.” You protest, feeling flustered at the accusation. “I just have good manners and know when I am not wanted.”

“Not wanted?”

“I… Forget it. Please.” You stress, heading towards the door to open it. Thank you for bringing me some supper. I’ll see yo-”

Swiftly, an arm is wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. His fingers grasp your chin, gently tilting your face to look up at him.

“You are very much wanted, my lady.”

You stare at him, almost dumbfounded, wondering if maybe being in the rain so long earlier had given you a fever, maybe you’re hallucinating.

“Permit me to demonstrate?”

You nod, and he presses his lips to yours.

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pretty lips...

joshua rosfield x male reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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𖤓 Rules 𖤓

Please keep in mind that I'll only write male character x male/gn reader sfw work.

Feel free to request anything! If they don't follow the guidelines, or if I'm not comfortable writing it, I probably won’t do the request.

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I'll write...

haikyu (daichi, sugawara, tsukishima, keishin, kuroo, oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, ushijima, tendo) jjk (gojo, yuji, megumi, toge, todo, nanami, sukuna, choso, geto, toji) demon slayer (giyu, rengoku, tanjiro, inosuke, genya, muzan, doma, akaza) genshin impact (alhaitham, itto, baizhu, cyno, diluc, gaming, kazuha, kaeya, ayato, neuvillete, heizou, childe, thoma, tighnari) ff16 (clive rosfield, joshua rosfield, cid telamon, dion lesage, gav, barnabas tharmr, hugo kupka) ocs if you request any or if i come up with my own

[characters will be aged up if needed]

Feel free to request any male character that isn't on the list! These are just characters that I'm more comfortable writing.