#tharmr barnabas x you

[sylusjinwoon]

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die for you; barnabas version

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

{ i don’t want this feeling | i can’t afford love | i try to find a reason to pull us apart | it ain’t workin’, ‘cause you’re perfect | and i know that you’re worth it | i can’t walk away… }

the king of waloed was turned into shambles the moment you went missing from his chambers. steel blue eyes were felt widening in shock the moment he enters your shared chambers, feeling his heart freeze upon not seeing the sight of your silky hair fanned against the plush pillows- naked and ready for him.

running his hands through his ebony locks of hair, he calls upon the sleipnir he had placed by you, his sole purpose was to protect you and to alert barnabas of any hasty decisions you have made.

his gauntlets fist at his hair in frustration, and he listens closely to the sounds of the chamber opening, hearing the graceful sounds of sleipnir’s footsteps.

“you called for me, my king?”

he hears the knight and summons his dark blade, facing him while pressing it against sleipnir’s throat.

“where is she?”

unfazed by his king’s temper, sleipnir backs away from him with his hands held up in mock surrender.

“relax, my king, for your beloved is safe and sound. she simply wished to take a swim within the ocean waters, just near the borders of our castle.”

barnabas could feel his anger mounting. “and you left here there unattended?”

“she is safe and deserves some moment of reprieve, my lord. i was given strict orders by your queen to remain behind. she said that if you were to stifle her any more, then she will grow to despise you.”

he could feel the veins against his temple pulsate in response. the nerve of you- actually disobeying him?

he supposes that you were lucky enough to have his heart and soul, for if he didn’t, then he would freely punish you the moment he laid eyes on you once more.

still donned in his armor, he dismisses sleipnir and allows the wisps of darkness to surround him. “you shall live another day, since your purpose is to serve my stubborn wife and follow her orders, regardless of how foolish it may be.”

“naturally.” sleipnir simply bows down to his king, watching as he disappeared- knowing that barnabas was making his way to you.

barnabas knew you like the back of his own hand; so when he travels to the shores of the beach, feeling his armor sink just the tiniest bit in the sand, he looks out into the waters for any sight of you.

as if drawn to you, like the moon chasing the sun, he finally sees you, hearing the light sounds of your laughter as you swam within the ocean.

the king of waloed had told you many times that swimming in such tides were dangerous, yet you didn’t seem to care. being the stubborn wife that you were, you often spent your free time swimming within these waters, finding comfort within the tides.

he lets out a grunt, already working on taking off the heavy set armor that surrounds his powerful form. finally hearing him, he watches as you turn around to face him, eyes going wide as your arms were crossed over your naked chest.

when barnabas was left just as bare as you were, he dives into the ocean, not even flinching when the icy cold waters surrounds him. you continue watching him inch ever so closer to you with wide eyes, not looking away until barnabas reaches you.

with a grunt of your name, he stands back to his full height, bringing you closer to his naked chest. his large hands squeeze at the fat of your thighs before giving the back of them a hard slap.

you gasp and nearly fall back into the water, had it not been for barnabas’ hold on you.

“what a naughty wife you are.”

his deep voice was dripping in amusement when he holds you closer to him, chapped lips already latching on to the side of your neck when he gently bites down against your skin.

“and what an overbearing old man you are.” your words held a tiny bite to them, but your actions were proof that they held no ill will at all. barnabas could feel the way your hands gently caressed at his hair, holding him even closer to you while you pressed you back against his chest.

“hn.”

he hides his face within the curve of your neck, gently kissing at your skin. he whispers to you; his voice becoming so soft that it could easily get lost within the waves of the ocean.

“sleipnir told me that if i became too overbearing, that you would hate me.”

a moment of silence passes between you and him before you let out a sigh. turning your head, you allow yourself to kiss at his damp strands of hair.

“forgive me. that was too harsh, i was just… feeling a little stifled from being in the castle for too long.”

he smirks against your skin, mood already lightening up considerably upon hearing your explanation. it was pathetic how deeply his emotions were tied to your own happiness, but he would never admit such a thing-

at least, not to anyone that wasn’t you.

“…i would die for you.”

he whispers while pressing a kiss against your hair.

“hm, what was that, my king?”

barnabas gives you another smirk before lifting you up into his arms. he spins you around while in the midst of the ocean waves, basking in the sounds of your laughter, further filling his heart with light.

“how do you feel about me taking you on a voyage on the einherjar? we can travel to the kingdom that’s filled with flowers and purchase all the cakes of your choosing.”

your face breaks out into a wide grin, with you whispering your husband’s name briefly before pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. your old man smirks against your lips, holding your bare body closer to him as he delves his fingers into your hair.

you bask in the feeling of each other, only pulling away when the need for air became too much. you rest your head against his, all while smiling down at him.

“you would do that for me?”

barnabas looks back at you with a strange glint within his eyes.

“for you, i would do anything.” he completes his oath by placing a kiss against the back of your hand, causing shivers to run down your spine as you could feel your love growing for him, basking in such feelings while in the midst of the ocean.

a.n. - i miss barnabas so much; also, this is so ooc, but it’s made from my own fantasies about him 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[kianaflame23]

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

Cidolfus Telamon, Barnabas Tharmr and Dion Lesage

NO MINORS! ONLY 🔞 SO I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DO NOT SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO!

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!

[xxladyballadxx]

Worthless

Barnabas Tharmr x reader

ANGST (Heavy drinking and a bit of violence is involved)

He tossed you out of his kingdom because you failed to complete your mission.You’ve angered him by doing this way too many times. Normally he would give you one last chance but ended up giving you a ton. 

Lord Barnabas no longer needed you anymore. He threw you straight out of his life. You were ordered to kill Clive Rosfield and his fellow comrades, things didn’t go well as planned. 

‘But, Master Barnabas, I-’

‘You, (Y/n) (L/n), already disappointed me. Here I thought you were worthy. Seems like I was wrong. Pathetic, weak, worthless little sheep…that’s what you are…’

His harmful words became a poison to you, you kept the hurt inside when he slipped those words out of his toxic mouth while he pointed the tip of his blade underneath your chin towards your neck. Those things Lord Barnabas said, you will never ever forget them for they will haunt you forever.

No longer a loyal follower of Master Barnabas’s, you became a stray and a loner. Just a lost little girl who had nowhere else to go. Your life began to fall apart miserably when Barnabas kicked her out of Waloed. 

 You drowned herself in ale, thinking it would make her forget about Lord Barnabas and even his sad, gloomy kingdom. Often get into fights with drunken men whenever you go to a tavern. 

‘What is the pointing of living when you always feel fucking miserable everyday?’ you wonder, drinking more ale and wine as you laugh in such a depressing way. 

They say drinking makes you forget about everything in the world. Or to help you from a harsh reality. Something like that. Would you be able to forget about Barnabas Tharmr?

Not an easy thing to answer…

By causing a mess and breaking a man’s nose, you got kicked out of the tavern due to your violent, brutal nature. You grabbed an empty bottle and smashed it against the door before you stormed off. 

It began to pour as you slipped into the desolate cave, the weather set you off more into a gloomy mood. A sigh escaped your lips, you felt drained by the rain and were starting to feel cold. You set off to pick up some wood to make a campfire.

You used your little magic to set fire on the woods you grabbed from the forest. As the flames lit up gently, you motioned yourself close to it to get warm, being extra careful not to get burnt.  

As you just sat there depressingly by the fire, you started to recall the things you did with Lord Barnabas. Couldn’t help the fact that he was still in your mind. You tsk yourself in annoyance. 

Somehow…you missed Lord Barnabas praising you for doing well in your tasks. You missed him for embracing you in his arms with him saying sweet nothings to your ears. Lord Barnabas making love to you in bed. The way he touches you and kisses those soft, salted bruised lips of yours. Sadly, those momentous days are over…

You left the cave and headed to a market that sells a bottle of wine and ale. You brought yourself three and returned to the cave. Luckily no one has stolen your spot for tonight. Again, drowning yourself into a pool of alcohol, drinking with no regrets as if there were no tomorrow for you.

You dropped your whole body to the ground and carried on drinking all your faults and sorrows away. Licking the taste of wine across your lips, you began to think if…you were probably better without King Barnabas…

In some way, you feel…free. You never gained this much freedom before.  

Strange…

Perhaps you are better off alone without Lord Barnabas.. 

(A/n) - I have fallen WAY TOO DEEP into that angsty hole but that's okay! who on here doesn't LOVE being emotionally damaged when it comes to angsty fanfics? (இ﹏இ`���)

[drabblesandimagines]

Hello Ghostdog, I saw your event and thought about Barnabas/fem reader with the idea of ​​amnesia. It would be really interesting, but of course it's up to you😺💖

Amnesia

Barnabas Tharmr x female reader You awake, slowly, to a gentle sway – back and forth. It’d be comforting if not for the ache radiating around your skull. It takes a few attempts to open your eyes, wincing at the lanterns that illuminate your surroundings. Were it not for them, the room would be in darkness – a circular window the other side of the room appears to be shuttered.

A silver-haired man sits at your bedside, slender legs crossed, looking unamused as you sit upright abruptly, eyes flickering around the room in confusion.

“Do not try anything foolish. My liege would prefer you in tact.”

If you had a clear head, you would’ve questioned the strange man’s words.

“Where…” You swallow, though your mouth remains dry. “Where are we?”

“The Einherjar.”

“The what?” The swaying notion finally makes sense, the circular window… “We’re on a ship?”

The man’s smile seems cruel. “Do you not recall?”

“Recall what? I…” You wince again, clutching the side of your head. It’s as if something’s on the tip of your tongue, something you’re meant to be remembering, alongside a feeling that if you reached out to grab for it, it would turn into vapors between your fingers. “I don’t remember… I don’t remember anything.”

“Anything?” He seems dubious at your claim. The chair creaks as he leans forward, grabbing hold of your chin with a gloved hand and forcing your eyes to meet his. “What is your name?”

“My…” You squeeze your eyes tight, as if the action might squeeze the answer out into your head, but nothing comes. “I don’t… Why don’t I remember my name?”

The silver-haired man lets go of your chin and stands up abruptly, bowing as he speaks. “Excuse me a moment.”

He is out the door, a clunk of a lock following his departure, within the blink of an eye. You stumble up to your feet – everything aches in protest – and try the door, pointlessly. “W-wait!”

You sit back down heavily upon the bed, pulling your knees up to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut again, hoping and praying that everything will make sense in a moment. Yes, in a moment, everything will all click into place and you’ll feel foolish for getting so flustered. The moment does not come despite many moments passing, but the door eventually unlocks and you jump up in reflex. The silver-haired man returns, but not alone. A tall, dark-haired man with cold blue eyes accompanies him, dressed in a royal blue shirt and a high collar, a black doublet layered over the top with billowed sleeves, two belts around his waist and seemingly more around his thighs – a scar peeking out between his shirt’s laces.

He seems familiar.

“Sleipnir informs me you are… not well.”

You take a heavy step back as a wave of light-headedness washes over you, expecting to crash down against the bed, but the strange yet familiar man wraps his arm around your waist with a fast reflex and no hesitation, steadying you at once.

“Sorry, it’s my head, it’s-“

“Do you remember me?” He interrupts, his tone impatient.

“No, I don’t… I don’t remember a thing.” Your voice breaks in frustration. “What’s going on? I don’t-” A heavy hand presses your head into his chest, cutting you off again – he smells of salt and brimstone.

“Hush now, treasure.” He soothes, leading you back to sit upon the bed, his arm remaining tight around your waist. “I will explain. Sleipnir, leave us.” “As you wish, my liege.” You cannot see the silver-haired man leave – your vision obscured by the blue and black of the man’s shirt, but you hear the door open and shut, signaling his departure.

You tilt your head up as he removes his hand and try to take in his face. There is something comfortingly familiar in those blue eyes and black hair of his deep down, you think, even if the term of endearment he seems to be using is not. “Treasure?”

“Ah. Allow me to��� reintroduce myself. I am Barnabas Tharmr, King of Waloed, Warden of Ash, Dominant of Odin…” He trails off, suppressing a grin as your brow only continues to furrow in confusion. “But, most importantly,” he takes your wrist and presses a kiss against your pulse point, “I am your lover.”

“My…”

“But you are more than my lover, you are my future queen. You fell and knocked your head on the deck when the seas grew rough. It must ache still, hm?”

“It does, yes,” you nod, keeping your eyes fixed on his.

“You adore being out in the ocean air, treasure. I blame myself for not insisting you seek shelter inside. If I had, you would not be in this state right now.”

“But I… I don’t recall anything. Nothing from before I woke. I surely should-”

“Hush now, do not fret.” He presses calloused fingertips against your lips, silencing you once more. “We will make land soon and return home, to Castle Black, where I will summon the finest healers. We will have you reunited with your memories before long – I promise. You just have to trust me, my love.”

He laces his fingers through your own, raises it to his lips to kiss your knuckles as you feel tears burn at your eyes in frustration.

“My name.” You demand, steadying your voice. “What’s my name?”

Barnabas whispers his mother’s name into your ear.

--

Clive comes to with a groan – a myriad of faces all gathered above him, but not the one he is desperate to see.

He shoots up, too fast for what his body’s been through – sliced through by Odin’s sword - and Byron and Gav try to push him back down against the pillows, but he holds firm as best as he can.

“No.” He murmurs, trying to shrug them off, his heart pounding in his ears. “Where is she?”

No-one replies – Jill and Mid turning away from him to hide the tears in their eyes.

“I’m sorry, brother.” Joshua begins, tentatively, leaning forward in the chair by his bedside. “We were so focused on getting you out… They’ll be halfway to Ash by now.”

The Dominant of Ifrit howls.

--

The Einherjar cuts through the waves at pace. They are expected to make land at dawn, but Barnabas Tharmr has no plans to sleep. In his bed chambers, he presses a long kiss against your temple, your slumbering form cuddled into his chest as he runs his fingers up and down your arm. It had been far too easy to get you to drink the elixir laced with nepenthe petals to keep you drowsy and confused – passing it off as a painkilling draught to soothe the thudding pain in your skull.

He grins as he feels a ripple disturb the aether in the air and can’t resist another kiss on your temple.

“Come and reclaim her, Mythos.” --- Thank you so much for your request, @ironicsss! I couldn't resist going a bit darker cos it's Barnabas, little bit of Clive thrown in there for you too xxx Masterlist . 1,000 followers event Comments and reblogs make my whole day!

[findtheflamexvi]

Title: In your dreams.

Warnings: Smut, oral sex, pleasure...

Pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x FemReader.

Fandom: Final Fantasy XVI

—How does it feel to be between the king's legs?

You would like to answer his question, but your mouth is too busy to do so you simply make an amused sound through your nose, a pleasant snort that brings a soft smile in Barnabas' lips.

You look up as your tongue continues to soothe the ever taciturn monarch. And when you do, when you see those deep blue eyes, a shiver runs down your spine forcing you to look away. It is then that you see his tempting lips, and think how much you want Barnabas to devour you.

—Be careful, my dear—he murmurs coldly and softly— you are straying from your duties.

And it is true. Because you are here to please him, not the other way round. Never the other way around. It is only in your wettest dreams that you allow yourself to imagine the forbidden. Where the king is prostrate before you, eating you, kissing you, licking you. In your dreams it is his hands that explore the inside of your body, while his rough quiet voice sings in your ear a prayer of desire.

In your dreams the king desires you.

In your dreams the king dreams you.

In your dreams the king rides you.

But here, in the present, it is he who dominates you. And boy, do you like it, almost as much as he does.

Barnabas holds the moan between his lips. He never allows himself to fully express his emotions, but you know the day will come when the king of Waloed will embrace your naked body as he gives you the full sound of his orgasms.

[hiebies]

hold me (i wish that we were laying in the same sheets)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; to love is to hope, to hope is to hold, to hold is to be secure- until it isn’t.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; barnabas tharmr -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist

sweet air on a spring morning. sweet like dew on blades of grass and honeysuckle blossoms birthing into bloom. not like powdered sugar, not like perfume or incense, not like slathered honey dripping onto your tongue.

sweet air on a spring morning and cold cotton sheets that swathe generously over naked skin, an arm stretched out over an expanse to trace an empty hand and reaching fingers to a place no longer occupied. of course, why would it not be unoccupied? no one lays there to leave an indentation in the sheets, there is no reason to anymore. pointless.

the reaching fingers drag the empty space, adoring in their caress, arcing back to the body of their owner to curl against a chest. the fingers tap against the chest of the body, pressing against skin, hard enough to meet the resistance of muscle and bone, to feel the staccato rhythm underneath.

a sigh. cotton sheets ruffled. body awakened.

feet press to the cold ground without much protest, scuffing quietly against the floor. the careful machinations of the hopelessly ardent hands lift the body encasing the soul that remembers all, feet sliding over wood until a sudden stop is made at the mirror on the far side of the room.

tired eyes are reflected back through the mirror, lips curled into a frown and face appearing puffy. hands, ones that are practiced in their art, poke and prod at the face until the articulated smile sticks.

a knock on the door. a sharp tap followed by a pause, then three more sharp taps. familiarity breeds contempt for the memory of this. the head that appears when the door twists open is out of focus from the mirror; good.

“are you ready?” speaks the voice from the body in the doorway, achingly familiar.

you cast me aside, says the soul in a hateful whisper. i am cast, far out to sea, sinking within the froth of the waves you have created. the soul consumes itself in its grief, in turmoil as the face slides more into focus.

“give me a few moments, won’t you?” answers the voice from the body, swallowing the cries of the soul, letting itself be consumed. “close the door.”

the face becomes clearer in the mirror, just barely, darkness of the room creating pleasant shadows. hand pushed against the smoothness of the door, the person by it is clear now, frowning, seemingly something to say on the tip of the tongue. say it already. eyes clash in the mirror and then shatter apart. the visitor is silent.

“could you not find a better time than this?” asks the voice, level in volume but not its intent. stagnation permeates the air, carried across the space, cutting through the particles between them and being consumed into ears that are reluctant to listen.

footsteps approach. a hand brushes against a shoulder of another. silence.

the articulated smile flares and muscles tense, stretched thin like rubber bands, preparing to snap back to their fixed state; away from the visitor. the visitor speaks again in reply, “now is best.”

another sigh, the soul gasps for breath in the crushing waves stirred by the open wound the heart bares; only because it suits you. the body contracts, moving away from the visitor once more, one final time.

“Your cause has cost us everything, I am lost to you. I stay, because you’ve buried me in responsibility here I can’t shake.”

sour air on an autumn evening. twilight reflecting on fallen carpets of leaves left to rot and nurture new life, the contemptuous finality of changes made. like footsteps leaving an occupied room with the soul of the body left behind. like the merciful end of familiarity caused contempt hidden within the changing of seasons.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; okay so,, i wrote this originally to b able to b read with multiple ppl, original plan was to write something able to be read for clive, barnabas, dion, benedikta & cid,, haha whoopsies it ended up being barnabas solo :’) this is really about nothing, but references past conflict- honestly that’s all i had in mind, i apologise incredibly if it doesn’t make much sense<3 on a final note!! i start a diploma soon (yay!) so activity will be diminished (i plan to finish asks before then, iv jus been swamped irl i am v sorry to reqs sent in & so far unanswered)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ hiebies 2023 ©

[drabblesandimagines]

Please everyone get hype with me for this!

Please, please, please a snippet of anything with Barnabas in it. Please x

Here is a snippet from the Barnabas x Leviathan!Reader story I'm working on!

"I see you've found the library."

Your head snaps up, getting slight whiplash due to hearing such a loud voice that contrasts with the quiet shelves. You are curled up on the couch, reading a book on legends regarding the Eikons. You knew about most of them, but you were focused on reading more about the Eikon you possess, trying to gain some kind of ground on what she can do. What you can do.

"You are reading a very old book on the Eikons. So old that record of Odin is nonexistent." He is standing in front of you now, looking upon you with eyes that convey interest.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed. What else do you like to read?"

You ponder for a moment, shuffling through all the genres in your head. "I read a lot of books about heroines. I've always liked the idea of strong women. You don't see many of them."

"Strong women are the reason we even have the pleasure of existence, so I must agree." Barnabas smiles, moving to sit next to you, causing you to sit up straight. "I will make sure to import some books you'd like."

"Oh please, your majesty! There is no need I-"

"I insist. I treat my guests with the utmost respect. Your wish is my command."

"O-okay," you stutter, not expecting such hospitality from the dark king.

Unexpectedly, you see him move so he is laying down, his head in your lap. Your hands are lifted up with the book, confused as to where they should go and what you should do in this moment.

"Read to me." Barnabas commands, with little authority behind it. You knew this was more so an invitation to let him in, and you knew of you backed off he would accept it. You knew you shouldn't give in, as he is keeping you here against your will. The problem is, however, you want to.

"Certainly, your majesty." You squeak, opening the page you were on about the history of Drake's Horn and Leviathan. You read, your fingers having a mind of their own as they stroke Barnabas' hair. You swear you can hear him hum under your touches and feel him chase your fingertips as they run through his locks.

And it wasn't long after that you two fell asleep, book forgotten, with Barnabas' arms wrapped around your thighs and your arms cradling his head.

[aerverics]

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

~Character Ai~

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

¦ Symbols Meaning ¦

(✧. ┊ ) fantasy AU

(ׂׂૢ) Work partners or so

(✰. ┊) modern / step / highschool au

(ꕥ) Start with angst

(ღ) Soft = sibling / lover / friendly

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

═ ⋆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

[pinkkittysaw]

wip tag game

rules : post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

i come up with my titles absolutely LAST so my apologies for so many untitled projects. also if i post snippets not all of them will be juicy and enticing as some of these projects only have a paragraph to their name (or lack thereof)

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG SAINTYY!!!!!!! @saintokkotsu i did not realize how many wips i actually had until now ummmmm 😅

no pressure tags!!: @cryptictongues @drabblesandimagines @meownotgood @mrsackermannx

MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE? (18+) (series)

knight! clive rosfield x princess! reader

UNTITLED I (18+)

anthony bridgerton x reader

desc: anthony makes love to you four times during your wedding night

BLOOD OATH (18+) (series)

clive rosfield x priestess! reader

ME AND MY HUSBAND (18+ POTENTIALLY) (series)

barnabas tharmr x reader

UNTITLED II (suggestive) (series)

cidolfus telamon x priestess! reader

desc: the beginning of the end

UNTITLED III (series)

barnabas tharmr x priestess! reader

HOLIDAY BLUES (temp title) (hurt/comfort) (fluff)

clive rosfield x reader

UNTITLED IV (18+) (completely forgot i written this)

leon kennedy x vampire! reader

UNTITLED V (18+)

clive rosfield x pregnant! reader

UNTITLED VI (18+)

clive rosfield x reader

desc: “the bitter chill of the midnight air has me longing for the warmth of your embrace”

UNTITLED VII (18+) (series)

noctis lucis caelum x reader

UNTITLED VIII (fluff)

clive rosfield x reader

ALL BARK AND NO BITE (18+)

clive rosfield x puppy hybrid! reader

UNTITLED IX (18+)

clive rosfield x reader

desc: body worship with clive

WHETHER YOU COME AS A LOVER OR EXECUTIONER, I AM READY TO RECEIVE YOU (18+)

clive rosfield x vampire! reader x barnabas tharmr

[yuukoii]

I have yet to go far in the game, but should I write a Barnabas Tharmr x Reader?

Ps.

If there's a specific request or idea you'd like to share, please do let me know. Also keep in mind that my grammar and such is not top notch. Thank you for the votes, I'll get on to writing asap♡.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 102 }

home is calling.

barnabas tharmr x fem.reader

{ on dreamless nights when i feel blue and lonely, i call out for you- home is calling out my name. }

she was lost in the midst of the chaos.

"my love, where are you?!"

the flames that surround the kingdom that was once her home chokes her, the black smoke lifting up toward the air as it seemed to mar each and every one of her senses. surrounding her was a hellfire blaze that turned all that she loved into ashes.

yet she found herself not caring, for all she wanted to see was him, the one who gave her the utmost strength in the most trying of times. the man who accepted her love, and made her dreams come true the moment it had been requited.

despite how she could feel the flames licking at her skin, the woman pushes forward, uncaring of the wounds she would sustain so long as she could forever remain by his side. for if her beloved was no longer a part of this world-

then she would have nothing to live for.

smoke was quickly filling at her lungs, making the tears dot her vision as it seemed to blind her. it was suffocating, getting so much harder to breathe due to the heat of the flames and the destruction left at its wake.

yet still, she pushes forward.

her cries and aching feet lead her to the great hall, where she was certain her beloved remains as she pushes the door open. as her eyes trail towards the front of the room, hope began to blossom from within, filling at her veins upon seeing his familiar form settled against the throne.

"barnabas!" his name falls from her parted lips, tasting as sweet as a reverent prayer when she comes to him, ready to take him in her arms and away from the wreckage had it not been for the truth that ends up stopping her.

his eyes were lifeless, the once powerful, steel blue gaze lost within the expanse of darkness. he was unseeing, with a trail of blood trickling down from the corner of his open lips, as if he had been crying out to someone just as the dagger was driven straight into his heart. midnight locks of hair appeared like ink when they fell across his ashen face, and her heart was pounding, pumping ice through her very veins when she reaches out to him.

his name falls from her lips once more, this time with an anguished cry. gently, oh so gently, she takes her beloved king within her arms, slumping against the cobblestone floors with him. she holds his lifeless form tightly against her, cradling his head within her chest while crying, holding on to him as the world went up in flames.

it was a cruel world, their people not wishing to give her king even the slightest chance as they made their revolution against him evident. they had destroyed everything she had ever held dear to her, yet, the young queen found herself not caring, for at least she could perish peacefully while embracing him.

she clenches her eyes shut, placing her chapped lips against his temple, kissing him one last time as she murmurs to him, "the world is on fire, but i don't care-as long as we are together..."

the flames had risen now, the ash and fire spreading as she presses her lips against his cold ones, tasting the coppery taste of blood as she said against his lips, "let's perish together, my love."

{ ... }

a startled gasp was ripped from her throat, her heart pounding as she could still feel the pinpricks of agony coursing through her veins. her skin was hot to the touch, becoming damp with a considerable sheen of sweat.

tears were streaming down her face, the pain of losing him becoming so palatable that she couldn't even breathe. as if recalling that it was all just a dream, she looks over to her right to see her husband sleeping peacefully beside her.

his arm was laid across his eyes, and she could see the way his chest rose and fell in tune with his soft breaths. biting down on her bottom lip, she chokes back a sob before landing on top of his form. she could hear the light grunt that escapes from his lips, yet she was too desperate to bask in his mere presence alone to realize how quickly she had awakened him. hiding her face within the curve of his neck, she breathes in the scent of steel and the ocean wafting off of his tan skin, running her lips across it all while saying his name.

"barnabas...barnabas, i-i..."

"what's the matter with you?" his voice was hoarse, becoming a tad bit grumpy from being awakened so suddenly. yet the moment he could feel her salty tears dropping against his skin like rain, his response was immediate.

the king of waloed wraps his arms around her, blue eyes losing its hazy quality due to sleep as he allows the tip of his nose to run against her hair. he calls out to her in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "what happened? why are you crying so much?"

she takes a moment to bask in the way his hands drew gentle circles around her back. his warmth was steadily seeping through her veins, yet still, she made sure to breathe him in. while she was holding barnabas tightly, he lets out a soft grunt of her name, all while adjusting himself so that he was sitting up in bed.

the deep burgundy mantles falls off their forms, and barnabas remains quiet, allowing his wife to run her lips along his skin, tracing against the curve of his neck to his shoulder. he lets out a huff, tracing his nose against the crown of her hair as he waited patiently for his queen to tell him what was bothering her.

barnabas' skin had become damp from the sheer amount of her tears, yet still, he held on to her, never letting her go as he kept whispering comforting phrases to her. after what felt like an eternity of being subjected to her tears, he hears her voice whispering, making him strain his ears to hear her. "i had a nightmare that you had died, that our kingdom was drowned in the flames of a revolution a-and someone had killed y-you w-with a d-dagger through the heart!"

the anguish was evident in her tone, and barnabas listens as she broke down once more. he remains silent, simply tightening his hold on her as he allows his wife to cry on him.

"just seeing your lifeless eyes and ashen skin t-tore me apart! the fact that y-you were no longer with me made my soul ache as i cried for you. i cried so m-much because if you w-were no longer here with me, i would never be able to bask in your embrace, would never to feel like i was home ever a-"

when barnabas had enough of hearing her words of agony, he takes a hold of her chin, deep blue eyes unreadable as he let out a murmur of her name. his eyes were lidded, leaning closer to her as he captures her lips in a searing kiss. he could taste the saltiness of her tears lingering against her skin, and despite how much she was crying, all barnabas could taste was hope and love wafting off of her.

the need for air proved to be too strong when he feels his wife pull away from the kiss first, making him let out a grunt of displeasure when he chases after her lips. he feels the way she whimpers against him, hiccuping as barnabas whispers against her lips, "aye, what a silly woman you are, crying over what happened in a mere dream."

barnabas adjusts his hold on her, allowing her to settle herself against his lap. the tears were still brimming against her eyes, cascading down her dampened cheeks like crystalline tears. he repeats her name again, allowing the pad of his thumb to trace at her bottom lip. "when i was a mere boy, i lost my mother. her absence left a deep wound in my heart and soul, and i felt as though i would never find a place to call home ever again."

her lips begin to tremble again, recalling barnabas' stories pertaining to his mother. how she was a beautiful woman with a kind soul; one who loved him unconditionally. the way barnabas had described her, the queen knew that she was truly his entire universe.

"i was lost without her, willing to do almost anything to see her again. for i truly believed that my mother was the only woman who could ever love me. i was almost going mad with the desire to see her again- but then, i met you."

he frames at her face, looking deeply into his beloved's eyes, the pad of his thumb now stroking at the bottom of her eyes, wiping away at her tears. a tiny smile crosses his features, the sight of it being so beautiful that it was enough to take her very breath away.

"you who fell into my life when i needed you the most." barnabas shakes his head while threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer to him as he presses his lips against hers, tasting her as he begged her to open up for him. she whimpers, practically melting against her beloved as he continued to comfort her with his love and affections.

he pulls away from her once more, steel blue eyes shining with mirth, "your dreams are all false, my love. for i shall never leave your side. you are stuck with me for the rest of our lifetimes. and i swear to you, the only time i will die is when i am in your arms, turning old and grey as thy soul leaves thy form-"

"and even in death, i will still find you. we are still bound, and that is the oath we have taken when we tied our lives together."

the young woman was deeply comforted by his words, surging forward as she wrapped her arms around his neck. barnabas responds with a quiet chuckle, returning her embrace while pressing his lips against her skin, giving them soft, chaste kisses. he allows her to hide her face within his neck for a few more moments before using his strength to pull her away from him.

she gives him a questioning glance, earning a smirk from barnabas when he reaches towards her face, kissing away her tears with a plethora of kisses. audible smooches were heard, and she could feel the faint hairs that border the fringes of his face tickling at her soft skin, making her giggle in response, her melancholic state all but forgotten in an instant.

with her clinging on to barnabas' chest, he pulls away from her, not saying a word. but truly, no words needed to be said, for shining in his gaze was an emotion she was certain was reflected even in her own eyes-

love.

a.n. - don't mind me, i wrote this simply as a reminder that i will always always always love barnabas tharmr 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[kianaflame23]

Punishment ☆ Final Fantasy XVI Barnabas Tharmr x f!reader N*SW fanfic

Summary: You REALLY messed up this time. How could you be so clumsy...? Especially in front of Barnabas Tharmr, the dark king himself... you hope you don't die tonight....

NO MINORS!! I WILL BLOCK ANYONE WHO DOESN'T SHOW THEIR AGE IN THE BIO!! ONLY 🔞

Tagging: @tharmr-barnabas @theempressofdarkmagic @aria-lesage @tea-r-re-z @virtuousluna @momowasdreaming @blueflame97 @revoirestbelle @seiyaido

You were roaming around King Barnabas' castle, feeling nervous as you REALLY messed up his chores. Barnabas glared at you, ordering you to go to his room alone. You felt useless as you desperately want him to forgive you. As you continued walking to the castle, you were still wearing your maid outfit. Getting used of being his maid, living in the streets without anyone to rescue you, hoping to find some food or water.... He found you almost dying as your lifeless eyes were looking at Barnabas. He felt pity for you and somehow decided to have you as his maid. How could you refuse his request? After all, he saved your life and you found your reason to live so you can't really denied his commands...

You stood in front of his room, breathing nervously before knocking loud enough for Barnabas to hear

"Come in, (Y/N)"

You opened the door and closed the door gently, not wanting to upset him even more. Standing behind the door as you waited for his command.

"Do you know what you did, (Y/N)."

You gulped and shakily nodded. Began to tell him your mistake.

*Flashback*

You and every chiefs were cooking every dishes, rushing to make King Barnabas' favorite food. You do not want to disappoint him or you might get executed...

As you got one of the dishes, you approached Barnabas in the royal kitchen. Him siting in his own chair, a long table with many different types of food. You felt like King Barnabas is getting impatient so you decided to walk quickly. As soon you were getting closer to him, you accidentally tripped yourself a bit, trying to control your balance. Sadly, you dropped your food dish on him.... All of the food on his armor and his face. Your eyes widened in fear as you knew you messed up badly....

"Your M-majesty! I'm so---"

"(Y/N). It seems that you need your punishment. I'll decide whether you live or die"

"....Yes, Your Majesty...."

You tried to help him but he grabbed your wrist tightly, hurting you as you wince in pain.

"Don't touch me. Leave now. Meet me at my room in 10 minutes ago. Don't be late, (Y/N)", Barnabas spoked with such annoyances in his tone. You bowed your head to King Barnabas, leaving from that place with such pain and regret. Fearing your life as you tried to stay calm.

*Flashback ends*

You're now in front of him, waiting for his punishment as you closed your eyes. Wanting Barnabas to end your life quickly. Imagining his sword beheading you....

However, he didn't do anything until he starts talking.

"Take off my armor, (Y/N). Everything."

You opened your eyes, shocked appears your face but immediately obey his request. Definitely not want to disappoint him even more, finally able to see him fully naked in front of you..... you always dreamed of this moment but you control yourself. You blushed as you looked away from him, waiting for his next command.

"For your punishment, I'll be using your body for my own entertainment. Your body is mine for the rest of your life, (Y/N)", Barnabas huskily said to you, forcing you to look at him. His eyes filled emptiness yet lust, not caring if you agree with him or not.

Barnabas kissed your lips, as you felt his tongue touching yours and gasped. Feeling his hands gropping your ass as you moaned softly. Barnabas pulled away from you, feeling the saliva splattered a bit in your face. He pulled away from you, whimpering as you want Barnabas to touch you more. Barnabas smirked as he sat on his long mattress bed, exposing his cock as he strokes himself in front of you

"I'm going to make you beg for me. Start using your mouth now!"

You gulped yourself as you knew that tonight will change your whole life. Barnabas using your body every single day... you don't mind it though. You will always serve and obey your only dark king~

"Y-yes, your Majesty..."

"You can say my name, (Y/N)..."

"But I can't! I'm just a lowlife ma-", you didn't finished your sentence as you noticed his glaring eyes towards you. Closing your mouth immediately and looking down in fear. Somehow, it excites you even more as you covered your mouth. Not letting Barnabas see your shit eating grin, him still looking at you and sighs in disappointment. Barnabas was about to speak again until he hears your voice...

"Yes....I'll listen to you now, Barnabas...", you spoked softly as your eyes looked him. Barnabas felt his shaft throbbing in excitement as he smirked darkly at you. Satisfied with your answer, watching you in silence as you walked slowly towards him. Feeling yourself burning in ecstacy and embarrassed but determined to pleasure Barnabas. You stood in front of him as your knees goes down to the ground. Your delicate hands touched his thighs, his legs shivers slightly as you began to kiss the tip of his cock. Barnabas groaning as his eyes stares at you.

"(Y/N)! Do not tease me! Do you want me to thrust my cock in your pretty little mouth of yours?

"Yes! Please use my mouth! I want to taste your cum, Barnabas~♡", you smiled gleefully as you finished your words, realizing your silly mistake too late for arousing him more as his eyes widened in astonished. Covering your mouth once again, not believing yourself for saying it in front of Barnabas... you want your cruel punishment already....

"B-barnabas, I'm sorry! Forgive m--", Barnabas stopped you from speaking as you felt his hands grabbed your hair tightly, pulling you with such force as your mouth crashed down on his thick cock. Thrusting in and out of your mouth rapidly, Barnabas moaning as you gagged on how big his dick is. Feeling tears coming down from your eyes, however, you're enjoying yourself as you decided to take off your panty. You used your fingers to receive pleasure from yourself, thrusting in and out of your pussy. Wanting Barnabas to cum all over your mouth and face as you climax yourself at the same time. You moaned as you continued to pleasure yourself. Barnabas opened of his eyes, noticing your fingers in your pussy and snarled. Not liking the idea of you trying to climax on them. Barnabas pulled away your mouth as you whimpered. Wanting him to cum on your mouth....

"Fuck! You're such a naughty maid! Do not use your fingers to pleasure yourself! Only me! Do you understand?!", he spoked huskily as he used his strength to tear your maid outfit apart. You squeal in excitement, exposing your breasts and your whole naked body in front of him. Barnabas groaned, liking the view as he tugged you in his lap. Feeling your pre-cum over his shaft, both you and Barnabas moaned. His hands are on your hips, his cock twitching between your gummy walls. You gasped as you hugged him tightly, closing your eyes in ecstasy.

"(Y/N), I want you to ride me. Do it."

Your eyes widened as you didn't dare to look at him, nodded slowly as you pulled away from him. You grasped his cock with your fingers, Barnabas hissed in pleasure as you stood up from his lap. His cock were between your gummy walls. Moaning softly as you tried to insert his cock in you....

"Fine, I'll help you and then, you can start riding me, (Y/N)."

Barnabas pulled you down on his shaft without any warning, you screamed in pain and pleasure. You hugged him instantly as you start to ride in and out from his cock. Couldn't control your loud moans as you used your nails to scratch his well-toned back, Barnabas enjoying the pain as you continued to leave some marks on him while riding him. Him grunting as he felt your sex squeezing him tightly. Already want your sweet nectar on his cock, placing his hands to thrust more in you. You arch your back in ecstacy, feeling your climax getting closer and closer....

"Barnabas! My dark king..... I'm going to cum!", you spoked loudly as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your walls began to convulse around him. Releasing your sweet nectar on Barnabas, whimpering as you still felt his cock thrusting more deeply in you.

"Good! That's it....I will fill you up with my cum soon. Prepare yourself, (Y/N)!!", Barnabas yelled as his muscular back landed softly on his bed, having access to go more deeper in your pussy. Slapping noises can be heard all around the room. Your eyes widened in shocked, your tongue sticking out as you felt your second climax approaching once again...

"So good~ Please fill me up! I need it, my dark king~", if only you knew that your words are making Barnabas go insane. Enjoying so much as he sees you lose yourself in such ecstacy. Barnabas grabbed your chin with his forefinger, kissing you with such dominance and lust. Feeling his tongue roaming all around and your tongue too, knowing too well that you're going to climax again.

"I'm about to fill you up! I need your sweet cum in me now!"

Both you and Barnabas came together as you two moaned loudly, you never felt so much pleasure before and you're so happy that your first time is with him. You don't even allow any men touching nor be with you at all. You don't mind coming to his room every day~

Your head falls softly to his chest, already asleep from your exhaustion. You smiled as you snuggled towards him. Barnabas looked at your sleeping face and a genuine smile appears in his lips. Caressing your cheek as he continues to see you sleeping well.

"I know you can't hear me....You're the only one who captured and saved my cold heart. Filling them with love and passion for you..."

"Perhaps, I can say this words... I love you, (Y/N)...."

He knows he was cruel to you earlier but he will make it up once it is morning and began with your lovemaking as soon you wake up from your slumber. For now, Barnabas closed his eyes as he felt drowsiness taking over him. Smiling for one last time as Barnabas thinks of you in his sleep. Dreaming you and him having children together and being his queen. Barnabas is tired from being alone for so long.... Hoping you'll forgive him and accept him as your future husband. He'll just wait and see~

The end ☆

[xxladyballadxx]

𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

Barnabas Tharmr x reader (Headcanon)

Summary: Just a dark king falling in love with a maiden he laid his eyes on♡

Barnabas never needed anyone in his life. Truly he prefers to be alone. Alone in a very gloomy, dark castle. Whenever his name is mentioned throughout some places, people get terrified. They cower in terror by the mention of his name. Lord Barnabas always keeps his distance from people, never talks to anyone besides two allies that serve him. Like Benedikta and Sleipnir. Loyal to the dark king, no one else. 

His life changed forever when he locked his blue orbs on a very beautiful maiden. She smelled of lavender and roses, her scent crawled onto the dark king. Lord Barnabas got lost in the beauty of that fair maiden, his mind wandered off to somewhere else. The lady wondered why he was staring at her. Barnabas thought she would be scared because of his unpleasant appearance, seeing how terrifying he appears to be.

Somehow, she wasn’t afraid of the tall, handsome man. Barnabas felt his whole body trembling in such buzzing-fuzzy thoughts when that maiden walked over to him. She wondered why the dark king was laying eyes on her. 

Lord Barnabas was just admiring her beauty. The woman found him very mysterious yet quite devilishly charming. 

The dark king couldn’t get his head thinking straight since he met this ravishing woman. Barnabas bumped into her a few times whenever he leaves his gloomy castle just to go out for a stroll. This maiden took a liking to the dark king, villagers began to gossip about them being together. 

They spend a lot of time with each other, Barnabas has never felt this special kind of…feeling before. 

Six months later, Barnabas asked the lady to be his queen, to come and live with him in the castle. Was the lady dreaming or something? Did she hear him correctly?

King Barnabas proposed to her, asking to be his Queen. The lady took him by the hand and looked at the eyes of a dark king. ‘Yes.’ was the only thing the fair maiden said to the Lord. 

Barnabas’s whole world changed into something anew. He let her bid farewell to her own family. Barnabas will allow the maiden to visit her family anytime she wishes, which is very strangely,surprisingly nice of him. 

This is the day where you officially became his beloved queen. Barnabas, your lovely dark king. If anyone puts a finger on you, touches you, or flirts with you, Barnabas will lay down his sword and strike those who have laid a finger on you. 

You belong to Barnabas Tharmr, King Of Waloed. Dominant of Odin. Only him. No one else’s. 

(A/n)- Couldn't be arsed writing a long fanfic for some reason. My lack of writing is really getting the best of me (๑•́ -•̀)

UNTIL NEXT TIME (^-^)

[drabblesandimagines]

Sweets

Barnabas Tharmr x female reader, fluffy, lil' bit spicy? @cryptictongues Not gonna lie, I wrote this for you so I hope you enjoy it especially!

Though you know Barnabas adores every fibre of your being - the ways he praises your body with both words and actions from his lips truly says it all - you still cannot help but feel a little forlorn as the Day of Lovers arrives. A staple in the calendar of your small village, a keepsake from the Kingdom of Veldermarke before it became the glorious Kingdom of Waloed, of course.

Barnabas had risen and left early – to where, you were unsure. You’d learnt not to ask, for if he thought it necessary for you to be aware he’d divulge, to let you know you’d be, regrettably, alone in bed for how many moons. You'd been yanked from the embrace of sleep that morning when he'd cupped your face with cold palms, assaulting your lips, greedily, wanting his fill before his departure and, wearily, you’d bid him safe travels.

Your handmaidens had brought you food and drink to break your fast in bed – as they always did when Barnabas was away – before readying you for the day. That was something you were still getting used to as they made sure not a hair was out of place, nor a wrinkle in your skirts before finally leaving you be.

You’d retreated to the parlour with a book – romance, foolishly - a place you found yourself spending most of your time when Barnabas was away. He often had you sit in on meetings with him, a hand on your thigh if he did not bid you to sit in his lap, as he took in correspondence and reports from across Storm. The hearth has been lit and you nod at the stoic figure stood against the wall, arms crossed, but from the glaze of his eyes you knew that Sleipnir was not yet present.

It was an unintended sigh as you read a passionate scene between the protagonist and his love interest that roused the silver-haired man.

"My lady, what troubles you?" Sleipnir is with Barnabas, of course, but another is still with you, in the way that the egi works. There is always one with you - Barnabas insists it if he can't be there in person. 

"Nothing, Sleipnir."

The Lord Commander walks over to you, slowly, and grasps your chin – forcing you to look up at him – and you are too slow to rearrange your features into a false show of contentment.

"It'll pain the king upon his return to see his heart in such turmoil. Allow me to assist."

“You cannot.”

“Try me, my lady.” It is clear he is not going to let the matter drop.

You pause, hoping to compile a diplomatic answer. “I fear that if the king discovers what I’m feeling forlorn over, it will upset him. I do not wish for that. He has many burdens.”

“You are not a burden to him. Tell me.”

You adjust your posture in the chair. "It’s silly... It is one of my favourite festivities on this day, but it hails from the Veldermarke.”

Sleipnir lets go of your chin at last – you wonder if he is feeding this back to Barnabas, how his queen is lamenting for the previous rule.

“The Day of Lovers.” He replies at last, his tone giving nothing away.

“Entirely foolish of me, I am aware. I-“

“I beg my lady’s leave – one of the Royal Intelligencers remains outside for your protection, however, until my return.”

Sleipnir spins on his heels and heads towards the door, pausing only to bow before he leaves you alone in the room, a lump firmly in your throat.

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The Lord Commander appears hours later, bringing news of the king’s return. The lump in your throat has not shifted – had he gone to tell of your disloyalty? It is unwise to keep Barnabas waiting, though, so you get to your feet and allow Sleipnir to escort you to his side.

He leads you not to the audience chamber nor your bed chambers – two of Barnabas’ favourite places for reunion – but down a corridor you seldomly find yourself travelling, to see your beloved standing outside a door. Your heart swells to see him in the flesh – whole – but you cannot dismiss the twist of anxiety in your stomach. Surely what you had revealed to Sleipnir earlier has caused this change in routine. Barnabas’ expression gives nothing away, as usual remaining stoic until he has you in the very throes of passion where he allows himself a smile. However, he is picking at a loose thread on one of his sleeves. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was fidgeting. You curtsy and bow your head as you reach him. “I am glad you returned safe to me, my love.”

You brace yourself for his hand around your throat, fingers digging into your jaw to angle your head – he favours this method to draw you in for a bruising kiss, one of which he sets the pace and takes exactly what he wants – but it does not come. Instead, Barnabas takes your hand and presses his lips to the back of it in greeting.

"And I am glad to have returned to you, sweet one. Leave us, Sleipnir.”

“As you command,” the egi bows, before stalking back down the dark hallway.

“Come,” Barnabas tugs you forward by your hand still in his grasp, another now on the small of your back, ushering you into one of the less frequented rooms of Castle Black – one you’d never stepped foot in before.

Your eyes widen as you take in the scene before you. It is a small room, though there are windows allowing the last light of the day to trickle in. There is a large, roaring fire in the hearth and a multitude of furs have been draped over the stone floors, atop lie plates upon plates of various treats that you hadn’t seen in so long – berries, fruit, cakes, pastries - accompanied by two goblets and a large carafe of wine.

“Is this…?”

“Indeed. The Day of Lovers is not a celebration I ever partook in, so it was overlooked. This will not happen again.”

“You are not displeased?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Should I be displeased that my heart wishes to celebrate our love?”

“I thought it being a Veldermarke tradition…” You trail off, nervous.

“I will permit this one – only for you, my love. Let us sit.”

You make to walk forward to the furs but he sweeps you up in his arms before you can, taking a few steps forward before gracefully sitting down, adjusting you so you’re sitting sideways in his lap, an arm holding steady around your waist in support. He reaches for one of the sweets on the plate with his other – layers of thin pastry infused with berries, glazed with sugar - scrutinizing it like a foreign artifact. Though Barnabas indulges in wine and ale, you don’t believe you’ve ever seen a sweet food pass his lips in all of your time together.

“Sleipnir said sweet pastries were customary – how so?”

“Lovers sharing a sweet on this day is meant to bring them good fortune in their relationship.”

You can see him bite back a scoff, but he entertains you all the same. “And how do we share, my love?”

“We feed each other a bite.” You hesitate ahead of your question, unsure as to what his reaction would be in you taking the lead. “May I demonstrate?”

Barnabas purses his lips in thought. “Very well.”

You take the pastry from his hand and carefully tear a chunk off, holding it up to his lips. He smirks before opening his mouth obediently, and you place the piece upon his tongue, withdrawing your hand, your fingers feeling sticky, only for him to pinch your wrist in place, holding it still as he chews and swallows.

“Mm.” He licks his lips. “Sweet…” He draws your fingers into his mouth and sucks them, teasingly, before pressing a kiss to your wrist, “..but not as sweet as you. My turn?”

“Yes.” You answer, breathily.

He takes the pastry back from your hand, but instead of tearing a piece off he raises it to his mouth and rips a chunk with his canines. The remainder is dropped carelessly into your lap as he holds the offering between his teeth and growls – a demand for you to open your mouth.

You lean forward, mouth agape and awkwardly kiss him, swallowing back the bite of pastry as you try and retreat.

Another growl then, his hand now gripping the hair at the back of your head, staying your movements and forcing his tongue past your lips – both tasting sweet with sugar and fruit.

You moan into his mouth, feel him grin as he deepens the kiss, before he retreats once more, placing his forehead against yours.

"Does this please you, my heart?"

“Very much so.”

“Good.” He presses another kiss to your jaw, releasing his grip on your head and picking up the discarded pastry from your lap. “For we have many more sweets to share.”

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@under-theweight | continued from here [x]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒. Both his servants had told him as much, and neither of them had he humoured with a response to their assessment. Perhaps, their sentiment resonated with the king, who slowly rose to stand from his seat at the table—after all, his noble steed seldom entertained his own thoughts and was happy to follow with whatever direction his liege provided instead. Quiet steps carried Barnabas Tharmr around the table, and only from the corner of his eye did he watch the man who towered over him.

Titan's presence was strong in Hugo Kupka, he could not deny it. But would it be enough to challenge and feed Mythos, Barnabas wondered to himself as he halted next to the other on his way to the door. " Before you leave for Dhalmekia, " he told him in a lowered voice, as if he did not wish for anyone but Hugo to hear him. " The Lord demands your strength be tested, and he told me to see to it. The Gates of Paradise do not open for the sheep with a golden fleece, but not the strength to keep it on its skin. "

Would the love of a woman make a man weak? Would it soften him, or would it motivate him to harden his resolve and strive for a future together in paradise? Hugo longed for Benedikta, and yet Barnabas was uncertain if that connection helped them beyond making the mountain more receptive to their demands. It remained to be seen, he decided.

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hold my hand (as long as you want to)

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | desc; how does it feel to hold a hand, one that fits as if it were meant to do so with your own?

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | pairings; barnabas tharmr : clive rosfield : benedikta harman : cidolfus telamon : dion lesage : joshua rosfield : jill warrick : hugo kupka -> x gn!reader

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | mlist

holding hands with clive is a bit awkward- the first few times, especially. your hands will bump together, fingers half mangled and mashed together; the first few times are those for trying. his hands are warm, always. warm from the heat of the fire they produce, warm from his own nerves that heat his palms and make his skin perspire, warm from nervous tendencies where he wrings his hands together or against his clothes; they are warm, but earnest, as is clive himself, to be held just as earnestly.

when holding hands with benedikta, beware; she is always thinking on ways to pull you in closer. scheming away, thinking of an advantage to seek out further contact with the skin of her beloved. her hands are calloused along her palms from long years of swordplay, though they are long from loosing their softness. typically she prefers to link just a few fingers together- perhaps just pinkies- and progress her way to pressing your palms together, arms knocking together if walking and body creeping closer if simply sat or layed together.

joshua’s hands are softer than one might expect; perhaps even after so many years, certain self care habits are engrained, perhaps it’s his preference in not using a blade perhaps it’s just something so.. joshua, that it just is. his fingers are long and slender, like one might picture of a pianist, slight calluses formed on his thumb and the heel of his palm juxtapose the other parts of his hands. holding hands with joshua is like a new spring- a rebirth for your emotions and his, life anew, peace, every time you hold his hand. the feeling of home.

as much of a titan of a man hugo is, his hands are surprising in their dexterity. large fingers and even larger hands work tirelessly, work until his hands are practically dust so that they may curl around your fingers and your hands. all he wants is their reciprocal touch, their wandering over his- simply holding, admiring the security each lover brings to the other through simple touches. and he does, really does try, to convey the cadence of his admiration through the touch of his hands to your own- caressing your palms, rough fingers dragging over knuckles and lips ghosting over fingertips.. sometimes simple adoration is all he needs.

the feeling of his hands is a conundrum- dion’s hands both provide shelter in their adoration and cause calamity in their overwhelming sweetness. worn but well cared for, his hands are those of a warrior, blemished yet soft and dexterous while while still remaining strong. his thumb is somehow always dragging over your palm- slowly and in small circles when calm, backwards and forwards over your knuckles when sad, gripped a smidge too tight in anxious moments.. his hands, ones that will always seek to cradle, will always seek your hands out.

though his hands are clumsy and calloused, barnabas will never reject the offer to hold your hand. call him greedy, he’s perfectly fine with the acceptance of such a title, just please keep your hands pressed into his. let him feel your fingers tracing the backs of his palms, the dull thrum of your pulse in your fingertips and the one more steady at the junction of your wrist. let him sink into his subconscious, let him feel you, feel how real you are and how steady your presence is in front of him. please stay close to him, let him have this.

upon first thought, holding hands with jill would not ever lack sincerity- she has such honesty that she wears like a suit of armour, such sincerity that breaks through the crack of every falsehood that ever has been, is or will be. holding jill’s hand is like the first night sleeping on clean linen, like the reprieve of being rebuilt with cool air after standing outside in the summer heat to melt, like dandelion fuzz in the wind or the satisfaction one feels upon returning home after a long trip away. holding hands with jill is kisses to knuckles in quiet moments and whispered confessions in moments of twilight wakefulness.

scars, burns and other marks in every shape and size may litter the skin of his hands and arms- his entire body really- but cid’s hands, mighty as they are and have ever been, will always be tender upon the first contact with yours. the faded and fresh scars on his hands, from scrap ups as a younger man and years of continuous use of a blade make his skin rough and raised, not at all smooth but with its own story to tell. each scar, each burn and old battle wound is worn with pride- he will tell you the story of each and ever one (no matter how silly some may be, believe me some are), with an arm around your waist and one hand holding yours, mapping out the stories of the marks on his skin.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | notes; first post done weeeeee!! :D (mayb i’m jus thirsty for content that this was my first one too) i might do more of this same thing for dif fandoms depending on how i feel

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