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CHAPTER II

- MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?

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summary: the night of your brother’s annual birthday ball takes an unexpected turn

paring: knight! clive rosfield x princess! reader

word count: 9,613

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI! you will be BLOCKED!) heavy plot, oral (f! receiving), fingering (f! receiving) handjob, power imbalance, dirty talk, spit, slight humiliation kink, parental loss.

disclaimer(s): although this series is inspired by the medieval and regency time periods, they are not 1:1 representations. although i will always do my best to represent both as accurately as possible, there may be some minor changes.

some of the plot points in the original game story have been altered or taken out to fit this au better. there are no eikons

a/n: i want to dedicate this chapter to my AMAZING friend, and fellow writer, jordy (@cryptictongues) who not only let me bounce ideas off her constantly, but also beta read some of this chapter as well. thank you for everything!!!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

dividers by @/saradika-graphics and art is by edmund blair leighton

A month or so passed since your last tryst with Clive, leaving the relationship between the two of you to be strained with pent-up tension. In light of the momentary heat of passion, you both agreed that such conduct would be better kept private, in places where no wandering eyes could intrude, so as to not arouse any more suspicion. There were to be absolutely no dubious behaviors in public, which proved to be undoubtedly difficult.

With every promenade you'd take around the castle grounds, you'd see him training, all sweaty and flush in his fit form, and all you'd be able to think about was mounting him then and there, riding him until you were both run ragged.

Your confidants and lady's maid have caught your prolonged glances during your strolls in the sunshine, but you've always met their accusations with a dismissive flap of your hand fan, stating that you were "simply curious about the training regiment that the knights were conducting," even if your eyes always lingered on one knight in particular. Baddies

There was talk around the palace for a while about the sudden disappearance of a certain scullery maid, but seeing as the crown had more pressing matters to deal with than the loss of a single maid, one who could easily be replaced, any investigation resulted in the conclusion that she had simply "fleed her duties," and it was left at that.

In reality, though, you had visited her late in the night after your passionate affair with Clive many moons ago, offering to pay off her debts and then some if she swore to secrecy that nothing she saw that night would make its way into the ears of the public.

The amount of gil being offered was unlike anything she could have ever imagined. Seeing as your father amassed insurmountable fortunes during his reign, idle gossip wasn't worth the consequences if she were to be found out as the source of the rumor, so she took the small fortune and fled the palace walls that very same night.

Now you find yourself sitting in another store room, one that's presumed to be in less use than the previous one, perched upon an old barrel.

A royal ball was in attendance, and all nobility within the realm were invited. The occasion? Your younger brother and future heir to the throne's birthday. He reached the tender age of one and twenty, which just so happens to be the legal age of marriage in your country, so, of course, your father invited all the reputable debutantes in the realm in hopes that your brother would secure a future queen, though he'd never admit to such schemes out loud.

You were hoping that tonight would be another secret rendezvous with your lover, but you haven't so much as gotten a single word with him all evening.

All you had thought about during the preparation was how you were going to tease him throughout the night. The gown you had selected to wear was chosen with him in mind. The silhouette hugged your figure to perfection, and your cleavage was heavily accentuated in the lavender muslin. The hem was detailed with a layer of tulle tulips, and crystals of various sizes decorated the bustline. Put simply, you looked ravishing—the epitome of the most elegantly cut diamond.

Your father would spare no expense when it came to his son's birthday ball, so you were in luck to some degree, but the only man whose eyes you wanted on you was nowhere to be found.

The ball was supposed to provide perfect cover. All the orderly staff would be at your father's beck and call all evening, and he'd be too busy showing off your brother like a prized chocobo to notice your disappearance, leaving you to your own devices after a certain amount of time.

You and Clive would be able to sneak off without a trace or care in the world, but for some reason, every man of nobility just happened to be extremely insistent upon getting in at least one dance with you, all whilst having meaningless conversations regarding topics you couldn't bother yourself with caring about.

The ball started off well enough. You knew you couldn't immediately disappear into the shadows; you owed both your father and brother a dance to start the evening, as was tradition for the royal balls in your country.

The three of you walked out into the ballroom together. Your father went first, then you and your brother in succession.

The room was lavish, as it often was whenever such events were hosted in your kingdom. Multiple chandeliers holding long wax candles filled the ceiling, and the light reflecting off the gems on your gown made you shine beautifully. A golden hue encapsulates the entire room, casting wispy shadows and twinkling shapes on the hardwood floor. Your family emblem was painted in stark white chalk at the center of it. Various flowers from the royal gardens hung in sconces around the perimeter of the room, with vines filling out the empty space in between. Fine fabric in your kingdom's colors was draped over the windows in high arch shapes.

Scanning the room, you look for where to make your grand escape. After a few dances and perhaps some intermingling at the refreshments table, you'd be skittering along the ballroom walls, hiding in the shadows, before making your exit.

There was still a short amount of time before the guests started to file in, so after the final touches were made to the decorations, you took your place on the dais next to your family, with your father in the center and your brother to your right.

The royal knights line up in front of the small stage, and though Clive is always the pinnacle of orderliness while on duty—excellent posture and great form—you swear that you catch his eye as he files inside the room. He's not so careless as to let his emotions wear on his face while in the presence of others, especially your father and the Lord Commander, but you're certain that the slightest tinge of pink floods his cheeks at the sight of you.

As the knights continue to get into position, your gaze falls upon Clive's shaggy hair, reminiscing about how the thick yet soft tendrils felt between the length of your fingers as he made his presence known between your legs moons prior.

Your father's voice reels you back from your fantasies as you clear your throat slightly and hope that the bright lights of the chandelier won't give way to your previous thoughts.

Nobles from all across the realm begin to file in and make their greetings, some familiar and some new. A part of you is surprised that all these people traveled from their home countries just to visit your brother, but you supposed that none of the nations wanted bad blood between your kingdom and theirs.

After all the introductions were made, your father began his long-winded speech about your brother, the future of the country, and how proud he is of how far his children have come. The smile plastered on your face feels stiff, and your thighs feel as though they're about to collapse from the amount of curtsying you've been forced to do.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you're granted some relief from the spotlight while the band sets up on the stage where you and your family previously resided.

You make your way over to the refreshment table, nodding and curtseying to the fellow noble ladies as you make your way over to procure yourself a glass of iced lemonade.

It was not even three seconds later that your father was introducing you to some nobleman.

"Dearest daughter," he starts. You take a deep breath and settle your princessly smile on your face once more before turning around.

"I'd be pleased to introduce you to the Archduke of Rosaria and his mother." You gaze upon the both of them; this is the first meeting you've had with the current Archduke of Rosaria. You met the previous archduke, Elwin, when you were still of tender age, before your brother was born. You scantly recall the details of the meeting, only that he gifted both you and your mother bouquets of Rosarian wildflowers and that he had a penchant for making you laugh (as later on confirmed by your mother).

It's clear, though, that the man standing before you bears no resemblance to his father, sharing the same icy eyes and pale hair as his mother.

"His Imperial and Royal Highness, Joshua, the Archduke of Rosaria, and her Imperial and Royal Highness, Annabella, the Dowager Archduchess of Rosaria," your father continues, giving you room to make your formal introductions.

"It is an honor, your Highness," you state, giving a swift curtsey to the both of them, and although Annabella merely nods to you in acknowledgment, her son gives a full bow in return.

"Come now, Joshua. There's no need for that," she chastises, as if her son were still a child and not a grown man.

"But mother, how could I not marvel at the beauty bestowed upon me?" He responds in full. At your astonishment at his bold declaration, he takes your gloved hand into his own and presses a delicate kiss to the back of your knuckles.

"Might I say that your gown looks exquisite tonight, my lady? You shine bright like a diamond." Both you and the Dowager Archduchess share a similar look of shock on your faces, and even though you can't see your father's expression from behind you, you're sure that he mirrors both of yours.

Heat floods your face as your eyes meet Joshua's, then his mother's, and although their eyes bear the same shade of cerulean, her gaze pierces through you like daggers of ice, whereas the strawberry blonde beside her carries a lot more warmth.

Time stands still, and you wonder if such flirtations were a product of his father, seeing as his mother held very little kindness or regard in her heart.

You feel your father's hands on your shoulders and realize you've spent the last minute or so gawking at Joshua and his display.

"Please forgive my daughter; she isn't used to such blatant declarations of affection from esteemed gentlemen." It's at your father's statement that your brain kicks back into gear. Your hand is withdrawn, and an immediate curtsey follows in its place.

"My sincerest apologies, Your Highness." As you raise your head, your eyes meet Clive's just across the way from behind Joshua, but he's quick to refocus and march forward in front of him.

"No apology is necessary," the Archduke smiles, "though if you truly wish to win my forgiveness, you'll allow me your hand in a dance."

Before you even get the chance to respond, Annabella interrupts, "Joshua, you mustn't. Think of your health."

"Mother," a domineering smile plasters itself on Joshua's face, "certainly I have enough energy to last me at least one dance with the most elegant princess in all of Valisthea."

Annabella sends another harsh glance toward her son before muttering, "Of course," and taking her leave elsewhere.

Joshua heaves a heavy sigh before extending his hand, silently asking for your dance card. You raise your wrist and allow him to pencil himself in before he gives one final bow, and retreats toward his inconsolable mother.

Your father exhales the breath you were unaware he was holding when the band gets in position for their first song. Both you and your father take place in the center of the ballroom as the first dance of the evening.

You couldn't help but notice as you scanned the faces in the surrounding audience that someone was missing. As the starting notes boomed from the instruments, you whisper to your father, "Papa, where's Dion?"

Prince Dion, next in line to be the Emperor of Sanbreque, had grown to be one of your close friends—well, as close of a friend as a princess could have when confined to castle walls for most of her life. You were close in age, and given that there weren't as many young heirs throughout the realm at the time of your childhood, it was only natural that the two of you would become fast friends.

Rumors quickly spread that you and Dion would become betrothed when you were older, securing an indisputable alliance between both nations, but as the years trickled on and both of you came of age, no such proposals were made. After he became leader of the dragoons, it was apparent that one such proposal would never come, but you weren't deterred; if anything, you were relieved.

You held love for Dion in your heart; you'd known each other since you were children, but the love you held wasn't the type of love fostered between two individuals who were passionate about each other romantically.

Your father's face held a quick grimace before lowering his voice as the two of you prepared to take your first steps in tune together. "Dion is busy preparing for a war effort; he sends his regards."

"What?" You mutter, trying to keep the look of shock from developing on your face.

Though you and Dion couldn't frequently meet in person, the two of you penned missives back and forth. In none of your most recent correspondence with each other, had he mentioned anything in regards to an oncoming war.

Your father wasn't a gossip, but being the ruler of an entire kingdom, one must be well knowledgeable about the state of other nations.

He lowers his voice even further: "It seems that the King of Waloed is insistent on reclaiming his territory from Sanbreque."

"Dion never mentioned anything of the sort in his letters."

Your father gives you a lopsided smile in an attempt to reassure you: "He probably didn't want to worry you unnecessarily, especially with the ball coming up."

Your father was more than likely correct in his assumptions, but you couldn't shake the sinking feeling in your stomach.

"I'm sure Dion will be alright," he adds, brushing his thumb over your hand after noticing the newfound stiffness in your movements.

You nod. Dion was and is strong; he turned the tides for Sanbreque in battle many a time before. This was a fact, but something about him having to go against Waloed's army shakes you to your core.

Your father and the king of Waloed, Barnabas Tharmr, were amiable allies for the most part, but you've heard stories, many in particular when he visited your kingdom after the death of your mother. You were still young then, so you couldn't quite grasp the weight and meaning of the whispers your handmaidens had shared in secrecy upon his arrival.

He visited annually for some years after his initial visit before they died down altogether, though you could never ascertain what the meetings were for besides the first one.

Barnabas was kind enough, as one of his nature could be on his trip, but you could never help the feeling that something more sinister lingered beneath the surface when your young eyes met his.

You did your best to quell the unease in your heart and continued to dance with your father. Although he had gotten up there in years, he still moved swiftly across the ballroom floor, even if you had to slow your steps a bit.

It seemed that just as soon as the dance with your father began, it was over, and you were anxiously anticipating the next dance with your brother. You go hand in hand with him while the band begins to play.

"So, Crown Prince," you begin, filling the air in an attempt to quell your nerves. "Future heir to the throne, how does it feel to be Papa's favorite?" You smile, albeit teasingly.

"Surely you jest, dear sister. For without you, I'd be hopeless."

"Now who's jesting?" Your grin graces your face once more as the two of you glide across the ballroom before a somber expression soon replaces your previous jubilant one. "It pains me to think that this ball may be the last time we see each other like this."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Look at all the people here," you whisper to him, "surely you don't think Father is just merely celebrating your birthday. You're twenty-one years of age now, dear brother; officially legal to be wed."

"You don't truly think he'd see to it that I'd be married right away, do you?

You both twirl around, and your father comes into view, standing next to the royal guard.

"Maybe not right away, but you know how he is. Ever since Mama died, all he's wanted is to see our futures secured, and in your case, our bloodline. If that means marrying us off early, then so be it, I suppose. At least you have the luxury of choices in who you'll marry."

"Then how come you weren't married off as soon as you came of age?"

"Because you still needed me. You had no mother to set an example, so I needed to be in your life to show you how proper noble ladies should act," you snirk as he rolls his eyes. "If I'm speaking honestly, I feel the answer is more sentimental than logical. I don't think Father wanted to lose another member of our family before we were both of breeding age."

"I suppose you're right. It's more than what most fathers would do. Now that I'm able to be wed, do you suppose that'll hasten his plans for your marriage?"

You sigh, the thought has lingered in the back of your mind since your brother grew out of being a child. "I'm not sure, but who knows?"

"Don't look so down," he smirks. "If you reach spinsterdom, you'll always have a place here with me."

You smile kindly. "Thank you."

As the instruments die down, signaling the dance coming to a close, you once again find yourself on the outskirts of the ballroom. You snag a look at your dance card to check where Joshua has penciled himself in. A waltz, of course. He'd undoubtedly use this opportunity of close quarters to flirt with you some more.

His name was listed far enough down the line that you could make a break for the storeroom now, and...

"Your Royal Highness!"

The next hour and a half was filled with nothing but dancing, with only a few minutes of rest provided in between.

You had been skirting along the edges of the ballroom when you just so happened to catch the eyes of an old presiding duke who resides in your kingdom, and it was all downhill from there.

What was supposed to have been a "romantic" evening was turning into a disaster. At every turn, you were swept into the arms of yet another elderly gentleman looking for a younger and more agreeable wife.

As you twirled and spun around the hardwood flooring, you were afforded only mere glances at your lover from afar. Every time you laid your eyes on him, he always appeared to be preoccupied with something else. Not that any of your concurrent dance partners would've noticed your wandering eye, as theirs were doing much of the same.

If there was one thing that all these men had in common, it was the ogling. Some of them "tried" to be more polite about it than others, going for glances at your cleavage in between the minimal required time they had to actually look you in the eye instead of blatantly staring at your chest the whole time.

It was clear, though, that all of them were oblivious to just how obvious they were being with their gaping looks, not realizing that you could tell when people were talking to your chest instead of your face.

Though you're certain that a drink limit was set for this ball, it was becoming quite clear that a majority of the "gentlemen" had imbibed to their pleasure, the smell of port lingering on their breath whenever they'd lean in close.

After a while, you had managed to escape all your suitors and camouflage yourself in a nearby group of gossiping noble ladies, the majority of them being mothers, who were well-equipped with an onslaught of questions about your brother and the future of the kingdom.

After quelling their curiosity, you nestled yourself in a corner, facing the wall of the ballroom, and let out an exasperated sigh, taking a few moments to collect yourself.

You were beyond frustrated, both sexually and mentally. All you desired was to climb between the sheets with your lover and have him pleasure your body until your thoughts were reduced to a mindless fog. To say you were having intense urges was an understatement.

It'd be easier to deal with if Clive wasn't a member of staff that you saw often, like a cook or a coachman, but being your sworn shield, he was in your presence a majority of the time. So close, yet so far.

His touch was often the source of your fantasies at night. Your mind wanders, flitting between thoughts of his scruff against your neck, his breath on your skin, and how his strong hands would grip your body.

You were never able to help but wonder what your first time together would be like. What does he look like when he comes? What does he sound like? Does he moan, grunt, or whimper? Would he be gentle with you? Similar to how he grasps your hand when helping you step down from a carriage, slow, languid thrusts into your heat as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, both of your bodies clinging onto each other for purchase. Or would he be rough? Similar to how he fights: powerful, unrelenting thrusts into your cunt, overwhelming as he batters into you, stealing the breath from your lungs. You were often unable to decide which scenario you liked better as you reached your climax, whispering his name as you came down.

You know you shouldn't have such intense lust for someone who's working in your service, but knowing that just excites you more.

"Princess!"

You release another deep exhale as you turn around. You're really starting to get irritated at the word "princess."

"Your Highness!" you exclaim with a half gasp. Apparently, Joshua was set on keeping his promise of a dance.

"My sincerest apologies," you curtsey.

He gives a dismissive wave of his hand before extending it toward you. "You owe me no such things, my lady. Are you still willing to accept my dance proposal?"

"Of course, Your Highness," you place your gloved hand in his as he walks you to the dance floor, and you can't help the smile that rises on your face as you take your place together.

"I know it's against propriety for you to deny me a dance, but I'm not so cruel to force a lady when she doesn't want to."

"It's a pleasure, Your Highness. I assure you. You're perhaps the most polite man I've danced with thus far, besides my father and brother, of course."

His hand makes its way to the small of your back as more couples fall in toe behind you and the Archduke. Your conversation lulls until the music picks up, your hand delicately resting on his shoulder.

"Although I am most disappointed to hear that these gentlemen would treat a beautiful woman such as yourself with little regard, I can't deny that I'm pleased to be the only one who's seemed to win your affections."

This man.

As much as you try not to fawn over the attention, his words are like silk in your ears, as if they're the most natural sound you've ever heard.

It doesn't register that you're smiling so brightly until he comments on it: "You have one of the most radiant smiles, my lady."

You shake your head from side to side as if trying to regain your composure. Despite all the time you shared with Clive over a month ago, you weren't used to such blatant flirtations in front of so many people at once. Even if they couldn't hear your conversation, the smiles on both your faces single you out from the other couples on the floor. It leaves you feeling exposed, as if a bright light has been shone on both of you.

"Forgive me if I speak out of line, Your Highness," you inhale, "but where on Valisthea did you learn to become so charming?"

He offers a chuckle and a swoop of his strawberry-blonde hair. "I'm quite a fan of the written word. It was often one of the few escapes I truly had as a child, so I may have picked up a few techniques after reading a romance or two."

"Perhaps you could lend your novels to some of the other gentlemen here so they can learn how to properly woo a lady."

"And risk losing being the sole recipient of your affections?"

"Feeling insecure over your abilities?" You cock your head to the side, a small smirk appearing on your lips.

Joshua ponders the question for a moment, putting on a good face of deep thought as if he's truly rolling the question around in his head before responding, "More so like...I don't want to give the poor blokes false hope when I'm sure to come out on top anyway."

"It seems that you're very confident indeed."

The two of you chuckle as he twirls you around, only to be met with the scorn of Annabella's icy gaze after locking eyes with her from the other side of the ballroom. The joy in your expression quickly dies off, and the figurative noose tightens itself around your neck, suffocating the life from your lungs.

With your newfound stillness, Joshua has to guide you back into his arms. He looks off in the direction of your eye line and sighs before speaking once more, "I apologize on behalf of my mother."

"You needn't do so for my sake," you're quick to respond, attempting to reassure him that you were unaffected by Annabella's glare.

"Do you think I can't sense the dread in your eyes?" He smirks, and you offer a strained half-laugh in response while waiting for him to continue.

"I was frequently ill as a child, thus it was very rare to step foot outside the archduchy," he clears his throat, "after my father had passed, it seems that her protective nature only grew."

"I'm sorry about the loss of your father. I've only met him a handful of times, but he was always very kind. My mother once told me that I frequently laughed in his presence." You understood Joshua's pain well, having lost your mother during the birth of your brother years before the former Archduke passed.

A solemn look graces his features before he relaxes once more. "He was a good man, from what I can recall from my memories of him," he pauses, "I can only hope that I can be half the man he was when it comes to ruling the archduchy."

You take a moment to mull over your words before voicing them. "It seems like you've managed to capture his kind and generous spirit. I'm sure you're already well on your way to living up to his name."

"You're very kind," he nods, and a genuine smile fixes itself on his face, unlike the charming one he's graced you with before.

The music slows to a stop, indicating the end of the waltz, and Joshua walks you back to the fray of the ballroom as slowly as possible. "Perhaps this is inappropriate to say given the present company, but I'd love to call upon you some time."

A part of you is surprised, not expecting a courting proposal from someone you could actually tolerate. Being thoroughly charmed, you agree.

"There's a jousting tournament within the next fortnight. It's always an invigorating time. You should attend if you're able."

He takes your gloved hand in his, raising it until your knuckles graze his lips. "I'd be most delighted to attend. Until then, my lady." He releases your hand and turns off in the direction of his mother, who looks all too unhappy with him, and you, by extension.

You sigh, ready to be completely done with the evening. You move toward your father, ready to meander around where he sits near the dais, hoping that any lingering suitors would see him situated nearby and turn the other direction.

Once you've raised your head and made your way toward your father, Clive comes into view. He's moving toward you at a fast pace, and before you can stop yourself, your feet turn to guide you in his direction instead. Momentarily forgetting your place, you call out his name, though it's difficult to hear over the chatter of the ballroom.

At the same time, two overlapping voices call out to you. One is Clive's; the sound of his voice is more familiar to you, but there's another that cuts through the air.

A gruff "princess" is all you're afforded in terms of a greeting.

Both you and Clive come to a halt and turn in the direction of the unknown voice.

The man has a familiar face, though you can't exactly place from where you know him. He's around your father's age, with wrinkles lining his eyes and forehead as well as dashes of grey in his facial hair, so you conclude that your father must be how you've made his acquaintance before.

The man is decently handsome, more so than the other creeps you've had the displeasure of dancing with. He has stark eyes, almost crystalline in nature, which are a sharp contrast to his raven-colored hair.

These traits prove to be startlingly similar to those of your current lover, but you decide it's best to dissect that later.

Clive is the one who breaks the silence. "My sincerest apologies, Your Majesty."

Your majesty?

You offer the man a curtsey in apology while Clive bows, but the stranger pays you no mind, choosing to focus on the knight instead.

"Is something the matter?" Though it's merely a question, his voice carries a wealth of command behind it.

"Nothing that can't wait," Clive begins, his eyes flitting between you and the unknown—at least unknown to you. "Please pardon my intrusion." He bows to the both of you before stalking off toward your father.

You suppose you'll be informed later if it's truly so important.

The silence fills between you and the man again before he asks, "May I have this dance?" His mouth quirks up in a smirk.

“It's only a country dance; nothing too intimate,” you think to yourself.

If you were being honest, the last thing you wanted to do was begrudgingly endure a dance with this gentleman after having more than your fair share of imbeciles indulge themselves in your assets, but propriety comes first. So instead of telling this man to kindly fuck off, you put on your best princessly smile and place your hand in his.

"Of course," you reply, and he leads you toward the floor.

You stand next to each other in between other couples before the band begins to pick up once again. The melody starts slow enough, so you take this time to ask the man exactly who he is, keeping your tone light and polite.

"Forgive me, Your Majesty; it seems that I remember the face but not the name.”

He must've made his entrance later on in the evening after the formal introductions, because you certainly would've remembered him during the greetings.

He offers a light chuckle before muttering, "Barnabas, King of Waloed."

King of Waloed. The very same king who's planning to go toe to toe with one of your closest confidants. He's aged quite a bit in the fifteen-odd years it's been since you've seen him last; it's no wonder you didn't recognize him.

Your body language gives you away despite your best efforts, and his laugh pierces through you. "It seems my reputation proceeds me."

The disdain is thinly veiled in your voice. "Don't you have a battle to prepare for?" you grit, and he laughs again as if the prospect were beneath him.

"I'm not worried," is all he offers in response. His presence must've been what Clive was trying to warn you about.

You take a deep breath, seeing it best not to stir anything up in the public eye.

You get a better look at him when the succession of people in the line with you turns around. He certainly doesn't dress like a king—definitely not one like your father. There are no bells and whistles to his outfit, no ornate capes lined with exotic furs, or gilded crowns.

If anything, it seemed like he'd dressed down for this event, and you can't tell what pisses you off more: his pompous attitude toward heading into battle that may surely send Dion to an all too early grave or his nonchalance in showing up to a royal ball in only a blue tunic and black leathers. It felt like a jab. Though his pompousness in battle may be deserved, this blatant display of disrespect was not.

He gave the impression of a venomous snake, intriguing to look at but ultimately best viewed from a faraway distance.

It takes everything in you not to grind your teeth together and overemphasize the stiffness in your movements.

As if sensing your irritation with him, Barnabas probes, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

No, you're quite simply NOT!

"I've gotten to the age where these sorts of gatherings lose their luster."

It wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. As you got older and balls became more about finding matches, you started to dread them. You were hoping that it being your brother's birthday would be enough to spare you from marriage prospects, but alas, you were clearly wrong.

"A shame," he mutters, his words lacking enthusiasm.

The group moves along to the beat of the tune when Clive comes into your view, talking to your father.

"Who's that brooding fellow you're staring at?" Barnabas asks, trying to cut off whatever is taking your attention away from him.

The two of you move in succession toward the back of the group when it registers just how much you've been gawking at Clive in Barnabas' presence.

"Him? He's my first shield," you answer nonchalantly, letting no indication of fondness slip into your voice.

Barnabas snickers, "I had no idea noble ladies were so heavily invested in the lives of their shields."

"I know naught of what you mean," you scoff, acting like the princess you are.

His voice rises in volume as he declares, "Why don't you let a real man take care of you?"

Heat floods your body at his words, and you do little to hide your disgust.

"Excuse me?"

"He's nothing but filth," he continues to say, and the rage inside you reaches a boiling point.

"You speak of him as if he's nothing but a lowly street rat."

"He might as well be, compared to us. You could have an entire kingdom of knights protecting you as well as one of the most powerful men in the realm, instead of just one lowly feeble knight."

"Are you always so incorrigible toward those who are beneath you? It's a miracle that your kingdom still stands."

He laughs out loud, beside himself. You were sure he'd have your head. Instead, his volume just gets louder, so those dancing alongside you can hear.

"I've heard rumors that your precious first shield is actually a royal bastard, but from whom he's a descendant, I've no idea. A man of his standing is simply not fit to be in the position of protecting a princess. I'm just looking out for you."

If you were feeling rage before, now you're furious. As much as the people in your dance group tried to be respectful, heads couldn't help but turn at Barnabas' accusations.

Whether Clive being a bastard was true or not didn't matter; you refused for someone who valiantly defended your life to be made a mockery of over such trivial matters in your eyes.

"I was the one who held the sword that knighted Clive!" You start off loud, similar to him, but your voice gets lower as you draw near.

"My father gave him a title under his tutelage. Clive's been protecting me since I was the tender age of twelve years old and is the only man I'd trust with my life outside of my father and brother."

There's a pause before you continue.

"If you wish to win my favor, it'd be wise to watch what you say in regards to him," you grit.

You're not sure when the rest of the group stopped dancing alongside you, but by the time you realize it, all their eyes are on you. Though the people outside of the circle couldn't hear your conversation, the crowd caused those on the fray of the ballroom to turn their attention toward you.

Barnabas only snirks, scanning your face plainly when you turn back to face him. Your glare is prominent as he escorts you back off the dance floor once the music dies down.

He speaks in a low voice, right in your ear, "You're a feisty one, but don't worry, I enjoy a challenge." He smiles menacingly before releasing you.

All the wandering heads seem to return to their original activities upon the group's dispersal. You don't want to cause any more disturbance, something you're sure you'll get a lecture for later on, so you give a curtsey to Barnabas, lowering your head.

"I shall bid you adieu, Your Majesty." The words are choked out, and not a moment later you're turning on your heels and making your exit out of the ballroom.

Which is how you ended up in an old store room, with nothing but your various frustrations and the ebbs n flows of silence to keep you company.

You're not sure how long you've been sitting there, but by the time you hear the door open, you're convinced that it was a servant sent to escort you back to the ballroom, but instead, it's Clive.

There's no hesitation in his movements as he steps toward you, catching your face in his gloved hands as he reads your expression.

"Are you alright?" He asks. Even if there's no threat of physical danger, that doesn't mean emotional scars weren't left after your interaction with the king.

"I tried to warn you...I tried to-"

You cut him off, "I'm okay, Clive. A little embarrassed, but it's nothing I couldn't handle." You smiled softly at him, which he returned in full.

"What were you two talking about?"

Warmth flows throughout your body once more, and you don't want to admit that the cause of the outburst you had was because of him, so you act nonchalant.

"Nothing of importance."

He raises his eyebrows like he doesn't believe what you're saying at all, but he doesn't press you on it, not now at least, and you won't give him the chance to when you ask, "Jealous?"

He smirks, shaking his head back and forth slightly. "Do you enjoy tormenting me, my lady?"

"I beg your pardon."

"Do you enjoy watching my torment? Does it give you pleasure?"

"I'm afraid I know naught of what you mean. Have you perhaps forgotten your place, knight?" You put extra emphasis on the word as you toss a smirk his way.

He backs up from where you're sitting on the barrel. "All those men, dancing with you, ogling you. All the while, I'm forced to stand by and watch them all make a pass at you."

You offer a faux pout. "Aw, come on. They're not all bad."

"Enough of them are."

"Are you truly so jealous of those who're above your peerage?" You can't help but snirk in amusement. This was the first time you'd seen him act like this.

"Yes, no!" He takes a deep breath to collect his thoughts: "The Archduke and that bastard king."

Your eyebrows rise at his declaration. "You hate them so much that you've forgone proper titles?"

He rolls his eyes at your statement, and you're unable to hold back your giggles. You hop off the barrel and take his face into your hands.

"There is absolutely no affection for that king in my heart, I assure you. As for the Archduke, though he is roguishly charming, I happen to prefer meaner mugs to delicate pretty features like his," you move to press a kiss to his cheek.

His head hangs low in shame. "I cannot deny that jealousy and resentment burn in my heart at the thought of you with another."

"Believe me," you say, stroking his cheek, "I'd much rather spend my time with you than with stiff men who smell of port. I've been looking for an escape practically all evening.“

"They don’t deserve you at all, my lady. Those men don’t deserve to know the softness of your skin,” he lowers his mouth to place delicate kisses on your neck, then moves toward the exposed flesh of your bosom above your gown.

"Clive," you gasp, tangling your fingers in his thick locks.

“They don't deserve to know the sweetness in your voice when you cry out in pleasure," he whispers, pulling away from your skin to trace his thumb along the frame of your face.

“I’ve missed you," he states.

“I’ve missed you too.”

He pulls you into him for a kiss, one full of hunger and desperation, eager to taste each other once more. The kiss is sticky; the clear gloss painted on your lips transfers onto his. He’s licking into your mouth as your lips brush against each other, tongues wrestling each other for dominance.

You're moved backward until you're pressed against the storeroom wall. Clive reaches down, grazing your bum with his palms over the fabric of your skirts before lifting your legs in the air. The back wall holds you steady as he wraps your legs around his waist.

Desperate to get close to him once more, not even wanting to separate for a second, you pull him back into you and kiss him fervently, not wanting to be parted from each other. He angles his hips toward you, teasingly grinding himself into your heat, causing you to whine into the kiss.

“Looks like you did miss me, hm?” He separates from your lips, moving to kiss down your neck once more.

“Let me make it up to you for being so neglectful of your needs.” He continues kissing down your neck, moving over to your décolleté, and then finally down the swell of your breasts.

“Founder, how I wish I could mark these tits,” he murmurs, dropping your legs back down onto the floor so that he can skim your torso and squeeze at your chest through the fabric of your gown.

“You have an intense infatuation with my breasts, don't you?” You giggle, laughing at his awestruck countenance while he continues to knead the fat in his hands.

“You've no idea." He smirks at you, then suddenly kneels before you.

“What are you doing?” You pet his hair softly as he looks up at you.

“I’m just being a good knight, my lady. On my knees for you, like I should be.”

"Oh, really now?"

"Mhm," he mumbles, taking your gloved hand in his. “I truly did miss you, and I plan on showing you just how much.” He reaches towards the hem of your gown, bunching it up over your navel.

"If you'd be so kind as to help hold up your skirts, my lady."

"I suppose I should be so kind." You lift the hem of your dress over your hips as Clive places your leg over his shoulder.

“Now this is how I shall swear fealty to you,” he leans towards your bare mound, planting a few kisses upon your mons before blowing cool air onto your cunt.

“I’ve missed your taste. I dreamt about it for so many nights." His thumbs trace slow circles into the skin near your pelvis as he continues teasing. He trails his tongue where your thigh meets the stark white stocking covering the majority of your leg.

"Fuck." He leans his face into your pussy once more, inhaling the rich scent before finally dipping his tongue into your wetness. He groans into your cunt.

Holding up the skirts of your gown the best you can in one hand, you snake the other into his shaggy locks, taking hold of his roots. Your chest heaves in anticipation.

“Please, please, Clive, don’t tease me," you whine, "it’s been too long.”

“Aw, did my sweet princess miss me?” He goads, sticking his tongue in your entrance and greedily sucking up your arousal on his wet muscle.

“Did her princess pussy miss how good I made her feel?” He kisses up the seam of your cunt until he reaches your clit.

"Did she miss how I made love to her with my mouth?” He spits on your pussy, the glob of saliva sticking to the hairs that cover your mound, some of it dripping to the ground.

He's quick to remove his gloves, tossing them aside before he takes his thumbs and spreads your folds apart, watching as your quivering hole twitches in anticipation.

“She must have missed me, with how much she’s leaking just for me."

All you're able to do is bite your lip and nod, feeling embarrassed as his words generate heat in both your cheeks and core.

He plugs your warm hole with his tongue, not wanting a single morsel of your essence to be wasted.

“It’s alright, princess; I’m right here.” He speaks directly into your cunt, looking at you with a deeply enamored gaze.

"I’ve missed her too, you know," he says, sliding his tongue all around your sopping pussy.

“I’ve missed her wetness, her sweetness, and her warmth. I missed how she clenched around me as I gave her pleasure," he groans.

Making his way to your clit, he gives it sweet kisses and drags the length of his tongue along the entirety of the bundle of nerves before pulling it into his mouth. His teeth graze the nub, causing your hips to jump forward, pressing more of yourself into his face.

Your fingers curl into his shaggy locks, struggling to keep your dress in your hold as you lose yourself in the feeling of pleasure, his pretty face proving to be useful for more than just gazing upon.

His teeth nip at your inner thigh, “getting greedy now, aren’t we princess?” He traces the divots of your thighs with his fingers, enjoying the feeling of your skin.

You don’t say anything, choosing to instead respond with an angry huff and pull his face back into your cunt by his hair.

“Point taken,” he smirks against you before pulling your clit back into his mouth again.

He moves his hand from your thigh and down to your pussy, sliding his middle finger back and forth between your folds, coating it in your slick. He slips to your entrance, circling the quivering hole and waiting, drawing out a whine from you.

“Please,” you exhale, your head rolling back against the wall, desperate to have him deep inside you. Though you’d much prefer squeezing down on his cock, that’d have to wait for another day.

He chuckles, the vibration from his voice moving through you, causing you to keel over slightly. Clive breeches your warm hole, slowly, letting you enjoy the feeling of his thick finger stretching you out.

“Fuck yes,” you whimper.

“That’s it, princess; you’re so wound up. Just take what you need," he coos, murmuring against you, his breath hot on your skin.

He curls his finger into you, the pad of his digit hitting the spongey spot along your walls.

“Looking for another audience? Was the poor maid not enough the first time?” He’s smirking against you now as he begins to pump his finger in and out of your cunt.

“What if your father were to catch you with me, hm? How do you think he’d react to his little girl stuffing her cunt in the face of someone he deigned worthy enough to protect her?"

Your breath is ragged, unable to form words due to the sound of his voice, deep and gravelly as he spews more filth at you.

“Keep moaning like that, and we’ll soon know the answer yet.”

He moves to your clit once more, slurping and sucking at your swollen pussy, desperate to push you over the edge. He fucks his finger into you at a rapid pace now, and his tongue is quick to catch whatever dribbles out onto his fingers, dining on your essence like it’s the finest ambrosia known to man, and to him, it might as well be.

Your head is lulled back against the wall as heat creeps onto your face and into your core. You don’t dare look down at Clive, who's nestling his face further in the hair that covers your cunt, knowing that you’ll surely come undone at the sight.

After the night you’ve had, you more than deserve this a thousand times over, and if it were up to him, he would happily oblige in all your desires.

The tips of your fingers cinch into his scalp, tugging him impossibly closer to your core, your orgasm building rapidly.

Clive pulls no punches, suctioning his lips around your clit and sucking it like a piece of hard candy. His index finger has joined the middle digit, fucking in and out of your cunt.

With practiced strokes, he contorts his fingers until your climax is upon you. Your lips part with a silent scream as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

Your thighs shake as they try to close around his head, and his steady palms hold them apart as he removes his fingers from your pussy. Every drop of arousal that leaks from your womanhood is lapped up by his tongue til your hands are pushing his face away.

Clive gets the hint, removing your thigh from his shoulder and setting it back down on the floor. You attempt to move away from the wall, but he holds you in position until the jitter in your leg ceases.

He wipes the remnants of your spend from his face onto your inner thighs, and the roughness of his facial hair sends a shiver up your spine.

Once you've settled, he moves to help with fixing the skirts of your gown.

"Do you like it?" You smile brightly. "I wore it with you in mind."

You twirl slowly, your dress billowing slightly, wanting to show off all the detailing. His face warms at the gesture, and he presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I think lavender may be my new favorite color."

You allow yourself a moment to indulge in the blissful feeling before Clive speaks up once more.

"We should get moving. The break for supper will be happening soon, and we don't want any whispers of our whereabouts if we're not in attendance."

He moves to make a break for the storeroom door when you grab his forearm.

"Surely you're not going to go out there with your... predisposition," you flit your eyes down to the front of his trousers, where a prominent erection has made itself known.

"I'll take care of it myself, later."

"Let me help you..." There wasn't much time for you to return the favor with your mouth, and any other activities would leave you disheveled in a way that everyone would know of what happened between the two of you, but you could provide relief with your hand.

Despite the time restraint, you wanted to tease Clive a little, putting the tips of your silk gloves into your mouth and pulling them off of each hand slowly with your teeth before setting them aside nearby, so as to not be sullied with bodily fluids.

You wanted to get a good look at what you'd be working with, so you sink to your knees and pull his trousers down to his thighs. You give him a wide-eyed expression as the appendage bobs free, hitting his stomach gently.

His cock looked a lot different than those pictured in the medical texts that you've snuck from the royal library. He had extra skin and hair and garnered a much bigger girth as well.

As tempted as you are to swallow the whole of him into your mouth, you settle for a simple kiss right on the tip, and his cock twitches back at you cutely in appreciation.

You rise to your feet once more with his aid and grasp him in your hand. His fingers are quick to cover your own, the size of them dwarfing yours.

"Are you positive that you want to go through with this? I truly don't mind taking care of myself," he asks.

"And not return the favor?" You chuckle. "I promise, I am doing this out of my own desire." You move to the column of his throat, placing soft and delicate kisses on the skin before moving toward the junction of his jaw.

"Now just relax," you coo, running your fingers delicately up and down his shaft.

He's so pent-up that it won't take long for him to climax, but you do your best to be as teasing as possible. His head lulls back as muffled sounds are delivered from his throat, and you can't help but admire how pretty he looks like this.

Not only does he have an impressive amount of girth, but his length is nothing to scoff at either, with a protruding vein running along the underside of him. The sheer size of him fills up your entire palm as you continue to pump slowly, the softness of your skin akin to silk upon his cock.

"So tell me, Clive, how many nights have you been fucking your fist to the thought of me?" You whisper in his ear, and his eyes shoot wide open as he takes in a gulp of air.

His hips buck lightly against you in response, giving you all the permission you need to continue your questioning.

"Come on, tell me. It can't be that bad." Your kisses continue on his neck as his hips continue to rock.

He takes in another gulp of air before answering.

"E-every night.”

"Every night? How cute," you tease, speeding up your movements on his cock. He bites his lip in an attempt to hide his noises while the rhythm of his hips meets your hand every time.

"I touch myself thinking of you too. Except my fingers are nowhere near as filling as yours," you chuckle to yourself as he groans out.

"Founder, above."

His cock is fully slick now, and at any moment, he looks like he's ready to burst, taking to wrapping his fist around yours and creating a vice-like grip with your fingers. All his movements are hurried and rushed as he chases his release.

For the final blow, you mutter to him, "Fuck my fist like you would fuck my pussy."

Clive full body shudders, tightening his grip once more before thrusting wildly. It's only a few short moments later that he's removing your hand from himself and laying his seed on the floor below, groaning your name in the process.

Afterward, the two of you take a few moments to collect yourselves and tidy your appearance. Old rags were used to wipe off the remnants of Clive from the floor, and you were just about to make your exit when the melody from one of your favorite songs played through the door.

"Clive, may I have this dance?" You extend your hand toward him, giggling to yourself.

From looking at your dance card earlier, this song was the second-to-last song to be played before the break for supper.

"And don't give me the excuse of not having enough time. We'll make it back to the ballroom before everyone's filed out for the evening."

"Even if that is true, my lady, I assure you that I know nothing of ballroom dancing."

"Did I ask you if you knew how?"

There's a momentary pause, one that he fills with a shake of his head. You nod in return.

"No, I did not. I simply asked you to dance with me. I'd still wish to so even if you had two left feet."

There's another pause as you extend your hand toward him again.

"I even saved you a spot on my dance card," you smile, shaking the parchment in front of his face, where the line for this dance is indeed left blank.

In his indecisiveness, you take his hand in your own and press yourselves close together.

"It's just you and me," you whisper, resting your head against his frame, the sound of the music filling the silence. His opposite hand moves to the small of your back, and the two of you end the evening in each other's arms, swaying to the sound of muffled music.

#clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield smut #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy smut #final fantasy xvi x reader #final fantasy xvi smut #final fantasy 16 smut #final fantasy 16 x reader #x reader smut #knight x reader #knight x princess #✰ミ angel writes

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nocompromise-noregrets · 9 months

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King Arthur 20th anniversary celebration, 1-7 July 2024

King Arthur turns 20 on 7 July 2024! This is an interest check for a potential celebration event to be held here on Tumblr and on AO3 in the week running up to the anniversary - please let me know if you're interested! I'm thinking of a week of prompts, much like other themed fests, with a few prompts per day (home, love, loyalty, etc) and some alternates.

If enough people are interested I'll make an event blog, and if anyone fancies helping me mod the event, that would be great. Also, if anyone out there with graphic skills would like to make some banners, that would also be awesome, since (as you can probably tell) I have the graphic skills of a brick.

There is already an AO3 collection for the anniversary, run by the lovely sasha_b, so if anyone wants to post anything there outside the first week in July please feel free!

And if you're not familiar with the movie - if you like angsty OT3s, ride-and/or-die brothers in arms, badass women warriors, a lot of UST and a good bit of snark, this may be the movie for you! It's not exactly faithful to the legends, it suffers from Smurfette syndrome and doesn't get anywhere near even a Bechdel test pass, and it does have its wobbly story issues and a good few daft plotholes, but it's enormous amounts of fun and has so much scope for fannish interpretations, transformations and extensions. The cast includes Clive Owen, Keira Knightley, Ioan Gruffudd, Joel Edgerton, Hugh Dancy, Mads Mikkelsen, Ray Winstone, Ray Stevenson, Stellan Skarsgård, Til Schweiger and Ken Stott, many of whom went on to much bigger things...

So...come and join the little fandom that could as we celebrate TWENTY YEARS of our beloveds!

Please reblog and signal boost - and if you were in the fandom when the movie was released please come and say hi! I was going by another name at the time (trinityc) and I'd love to get back in touch!

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snekatiemainy · 11 months

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RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @another-clive-blog <3333

Okay so uhhhh I don't think I can go through ALL wips, so I'll just list recent/relevant ones

Assassin au bit lol

Noraa

Bill Hawks Die (not really a wip but it has unused writing bits so I'm adding it for the bit)

Haunting Past (it counts ;))

Eva Anniversary Writing

Leslie Kaira hurt comfort

As for tagging um uh. @pastel-player @themiserymarquis @sinnamonbunannon @sockth and whoever else. This doesnt meet the number but yeah

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robo-writing · 1 year

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Masterlist

(Updated as of 9/21/2024) I always post under the Robo Writes tag on my blog! Requests are currently open! Feel free to send an idea over ��️

Marvel Comics/MCU ♡ Logan Howlett NSFW Alphabet Cowboy!Logan How different Logan’s would go down on you

Final Fantasy XVI

All Thigh Riding with the FFXVI Boys (18+) ♡ Clive Rosfield Words Unspoken, Actions Taken (18+) Summary: After Clive returns from another mission battered and bruised you finally give him a piece of your mind. He doesn’t take too kindly to your words. Spoken Beneath the Stars Summary: After sleeping with Clive things become tense, and you want answers, even if he doesn't want to give them. NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Sweet Longing (18+)

Summary: Clive’s hopelessly in love with you, but you’re already in love with someone else.

Clive pegging ask (18+) ♡ Cidolfus Telamon NSFW Alphabet (18+) Lady-in-waiting ask (18+) A Commander and His Second (18+)

Summary: You’ve had a crush on Cid for years, little did you know he felt the same.

Cid jerking off to his crush (18+)

Sweet Knowing (18+)

Summary: Cid becomes aware of the attention you seem to draw from a certain Rosfield, and uses it to his advantage. ♡ Barnabas Tharmr NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Vampire! Reader ask (tw//bloodplay)

Bladesmith! Reader ask

♡ Joshua Rosfield NSFW Alphabet (18+) What happens after the fight with Ultima Call of Duty ♡ Captain Price

Soldiers With Benefits (18+)

Summary: You’re interested in the Captain, and he’s interested in you.

Unhinged Sex with Price (18+) tbh not even sure I should put this here

Domestic thoughts (suggestive)

♡ Simon “Ghost” Riley

Domestic thoughts (suggestive)

Sex Tape (18+)

Toxic!ex boyfriend Simon

♡ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Untitled Ask ♡ John "Soap" MacTavish Thanksgiving Celebrations (18+) John and his pretty neck (18+)

Pro!wrestler soap

Body Worship

Body Worship Pt. 2 (suggestive)

Chubby Johnny Appreciation 1 2

Summary: Johnny comes back from deployment, and you help him find peace.

So close, and yet so far (18+)

Summary: Johnny’s got a new obsession, in the form of a pretty camgirl.

♡ All

Teaching you how to ride (18+) Resident Evil ♡ Carlos Oliveira Under Cover of Night Summary: A midnight rendezvouz leaves Carlos with more than he bargained for.

Resident Evil Headcanons (18+)

Resident Evil men and their favorite acts with their S/O (18+) Mortal Kombat 1 Baker AU- Kuai Liang, Smoke, Bi-Han, and Liu Kang

♡ Bi-Han One Year Later (18+) Summary: You decide to surprise your boyfriend for your first year anniversary, needless to say he enjoys your gift very much.

NSFW Alphabet (18+)

♡ All

Cockwarming with the MK1 Boys (18+)

Summary: You tell the boys your newest idea for the bedroom.

Overwatch

♡ Cole Cassidy

Shaving his beard (13+)

Peacemaker (Discontinued) ♡ Adrian Chase Sick Leave (18+)

#masterlist #reader smut #robo writes #reader insert #final fantasy xvi #peacemaker #call of duty #overwatch

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blackwidownat2814 · 2 years

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That's a No From Me Dawg (J.Seresin)

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x plus size!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x librarian!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Garcia!reader, Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x latina!reader

Word Count: 935

A/N: Got inspired by this post from @wildbornsiren & @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all and just had to run with it. Thanks once again to the great @jobean12-blog for being my sounding board and an awesome friend. Established relationship from my first Jake story, Pride & Prejudice & Partridges.

Trigger Warnings: None, unless the dog-earring of pages causes you pain.

‼️⚠️I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, translated or reposted anywhere else but on my own blog.⚠️‼️

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Sometimes, you liked to think of yourself as a dragon. Dragons lived in caves (aka the library, in your case) and protected their hoard of gold (the books). For the most part, you kept your inner dragon asleep, ready to pounce only when someone messed with your hoard.

So far, since moving to San Diego to live with your brother and starting work at the library on base, the dragon had been in hibernation. So when the one person you didn’t expect woke the sleeping dragon, you were just as surprised as he was.

“GOOD LORD.” Your ears perked up at your fellow librarian’s exclamation.

Smiling, you slid your new bookmark into the book you had been reading. Jake had given the bookmark to you, ‘just because’ he said, after finding out that The Mummy was your favorite movie. One side had the quote “Hey, O’Connell! Looks to me like I’ve got all the hor-ses!” and the other had “Hey Beni! Looks to me like you’re on the wrong side of the ri-ver!” over black background. It was simple but you absolutely loved it. You loved him.

You took a deep breath and pushed thoughts of your naval aviator out of your head as you walked up to see Cass leaning on her desk with her forehead resting on her hands and grumbling.

“Are you okay?”

“No!”

“Um…why?”

“Look at this!” She didn’t even lift her head, just pointed to a pile of Clive Cussler books and Spiderman comics.

“They look fine.”

“Open them!” You picked up a copy of Cussler’s The Sea Wolves and flipped it open. The pages fell open to a spot and that’s when you noticed it: the top right corner of the right page was folded down. Someone had dog-eared multiple pages throughout. You snapped the book shut and immediately went to another. Book after book was full of dog-eared pages. You picked up What If…Miles Morales and sure enough, more dog-eared pages.

“What in the-”

“Exactly!” Cass lifted her head from the desk. “I haven’t even checked which one of these flyboys returned these. When I find out, I’m going to make sure their commander grounds them for a day or something because this is sacrilege!”

“Hey, don’t worry, okay? I’ll take care of it”, you replied. Cass looked up at you with relief in her eyes.

“Really? You’d do this for me?”

“Of course!” You grabbed a book cart sitting nearby and placed all the offending books on it. “Go get your lunch and I’ll do this.”

Cass popped out of her chair and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Thanks for saving me from the Brig for punching a naval aviator.”

“Relax Cass, they wouldn’t have sent you to the Brig.” She laughed and smiled before leaving to grab her things for lunch.

Your rolled the cart back to your office and sat down to scan the first book’s barcode. You clicked on the record and then on LAST BORROWER. The disappointed look on your face morphed into one of anger as you glared at the name on your screen:

Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Cass was going to have to bail you out of the Brig.

Jake was in the air, running dog-fighting exercises with Phoenix and Bob against Maverick when he heard voices over the coms...and one sounded very familiar.

“Mickey, give me the thing.”

“Hermanita, what are you doing here?” You must of had a Look on your face because Jake could hear the fear in Fanboy’s voice.

“Hondo said I could when I asked if I could come by because it was important. Now, GIVE. ME. THE. THING.” Jake smiled at your tone, letting out a small laugh…which was the absolute wrong thing to do, since Fanboy had remembered to let go of the button that allowed Jake's voice to come through coms. He heard a crackling sound and then you.

“JAKE SERESIN. I WOULDN’T BE LAUGHING IF I WERE YOU.”

“Um, h-hey sweetheart.”

“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me, Seresin.” Jake could hear the others laughing quietly in the background. He even heard Mav, Phoenix, and Bob all let out an ‘ooooh’.

“What’s up?” he asked, audibly swallowing.

“I saw the books you returned today.” Jake wracked his brain, thinking over the books he’d returned. He couldn’t think of anything that happened to them, but maybe he just didn't notice?

“Did I spill somethin’ on ‘em darlin’? I’ll pay for it as soon-”

“No.” He heard you let out a ‘hmph’. “And don’t try to butter me up with darlin’ either!”

“Dewey, what is goin’ on?”

“Jake, what is one of my biggest pet peeves when it comes to books?” He knew it, he really did. Except, in that very moment, it evaporated out of his brain.

“Um…I know, I swear I do.”

“Mickey! What is my pet peeve?” Jake heard Fanboy clear his throat.

“Dog-eared pages. When it’s someone’s own book, you don’t really care because it’s theirs and they can do what they want. But if it’s a library book, or one of yours, well…” That’s when Jake remembered.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no is right…sweetheart.”

“You’re in trouble Bagman!”

“Shut up Mickey.”

“Sorry hermanita.”

“Jake?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

He heard a door slam shut, signaling that you had left the room before the others were teasing Jake with another drawn out ‘oooooooh!’.

Jake felt himself start to break out in a sweat. He gulped before clearing his throat and called out to Maverick.

“Hey, Mav?”

“Yeah, Hangman?”

“Remind me, how long does the gas last in these new FA-18s?”

A/N 2: Do I know this is a ridiculous way to react to something so simple, like dog eared pages in a book? Yes. Do I care? Not in the least. This was written for fun, so read it with that in mind.

Don't forget to leave a comment and reblog! It would be much appreciated!

A/N 3: And many many many thanks to the one and only @notroosterbradshaw. You know why.

#Jake Seresin #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Jake Seresin x you #Jake Seresin x reader #Jake Seresin x female!reader #Jake Seresin x latina!reader #Jake Seresin x plus size!reader #Jake Seresin fanfiction

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discodreaming · 11 months

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HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

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samthecookielord · 11 months

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Drops timeline hopper clive into @another-clive-blog 's amnesiac clive scene because funny (and for some reason i thought it was at the thames arms. I dont actually know if it was gdgsgshrsrh but whatever. Joke funny .i mean i would assume it was since thats where they reveal dimitri and clives motives. Yea ok send post)

#cookie lords art #timeline hopper clive #clive dove #professor layton series #hershel layton #professor layton spoilers #dimitri allen #professor layton and the unwound future

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jillsandwhichs · 3 months

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valenfield fic , chap 6 , day's at the bsaa

masterlist

pairing: Jill Valentine & Chris Redfield

summary: Jill & Chris spend time together whilst at work

status of their relationship in this oneshot: Dating

wc: 2.2k

type: Sfw

a/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Thank you

Sitting at her desk, Jill was keeping to herself, just typing away at the computer provided to her. Currently, she was working on a report from one of her last missions. Every single time anyone gets back from one, they must write up a report, for Clive to read, the director of the BSAA.

Her last mission wasn't like any other ; it was her and her partner, Parker, visiting an abandoned military base, in hopes of finding an Umbrella lab, due to the rumors that the pharmaceutical company could be up and running again.

Usually, her missions are bland and just going with a group somewhere to make sure there is no bio-terrorism going on. While on this mission, it was about Umbrella. Umbrella hasn't been around since two-thousand three... Well, that they know of.

As she continued typing, she felt a pair of hands press down onto her boney shoulders, caressing them softly. She immediately knew who it was ; it was her boyfriend, Chris. She smiled to herself once she realized it was him.

"Hey." He spoke from behind her. Jill spun her head, now facing Chris. "Hi." She spoke kindly, fulling moving her legs so she could view him comfortably.

"Still workin' on that report?" Chris questioned, rubbing her shoulder with a firm touch, making it feel more loving. "Yeah, almost done though." Jill replied, smiling up at her boyfriend as he continued touching her, she loves when he's affectionate, even if she's not all for that PDA stuff.

It had looked as though a light bulb appeared in Chris's head, giving him some sort of an idea.

"How about you take a small break, come hang out with me...?" Chris asked, smirking and moving his hands to the back of the office chair Jill was sitting in. Jill contemplated the great idea, knowing anytime she spends with Chris is well spent, though, she had work.

"Babe, this report is almost done, let me finish it, okay?" Jill stated, trying to make her point clear.

"Sweetheart, it'll just be a bit..." Chris persisted. Jill sat in thought for a second. Either she could get her report done, or, she could spend time with her boyfriend. Suchhh a tough choice, right? "Okay, okay, let's go." Jill scoffed playfully, standing up, placing her hands onto her lowkey back, stretching lightly.

"Follow me, yeah?" Chris added, begining to walk in front of Jill, checking his shoulder to see if she was following behind. Jill obeyed, following Chris as he began to wander out of the small, cozy office, and out to the hallway.

In the BSAA, all hallways had big, open windows that showed the gorgeous environment outside. It's really lovely to have. Especially when you're on break, you're able to just stare outside, and take in the atmosphere all around, and the nature, which Chris and Jill both happen to be nature buffs, especially Chris.

Weather today was radiant. It was bright and sunny, which Jill adored the summertime. July was her favorite month, despite how July was a month that always led to horrific events, such as Arklay.

The halls were long and narrow, leaving only room for three to four people to walk side by side of one another. Jill realized they were leaving the office section of the BSAA HQ, and heading towards the Main Hall.

"Where are you taking me?" Jill denoted. "You'll see, my love." Chris chuckled as he responded, opening the wide, brown double doors, allowing his girlfriend to walk on through first, then him next.

Leading them into the next room, voices and people walking could be heard, which wasn't good for Chris's idea. Chris instantly grabbed Jill's arm, pushing her up against the wall and motioning a 'Shh' sigh with his index finger, signaling her to be silent.

Jill tried her best to not giggle at the sudden action, but remained quiet. She soon caught onto what Chris was doing, he was bringing her up to their spot. And no one can see them doing it, cause it could lead to possible trouble.

A few BSAA members walked past, not noticing the two hiding behind the large door, the dark shadow helping with their stunt, making them less noticeable.

Footsteps began to fade, eventually, inaudible, giving them the clear. "We are good, c'mon." Chris smirked, taking Jill's hand gently in his, leading her up the large staircase.

The stairs creaked slightly beneath them as they trotted upwards. It took awhile to reach their location, considering it's all the way on the roof of the BSAA headquarters. This was their spot.

On their breaks, Chris and Jill will come up here, in secret of course, and they'll eat, talk, catch up on paperwork or even some physical time, since Jill's not a huge fan of PDA and this is as private as it gets.

"We're definitely getting caught one day." Jill muttered. "We're as sly as foxes, trust me, we won't." Chris responded with a real, yet quiet snicker, still remaining as silent as possible, he doesn't want to alert another agent, most people here would jump the gun to report others, especially if they're elites like Jill and Chris.

Here, people are very competitive. Jill and Chris made it as elites through hard work and dedication, there are people who are also agents who would kill for their roles, so if they get caught, they're cooked.

Opening the trap door just above the two, Chris slid the black, rusted bar towards the right, then opening it, revealing the beautiful, breezy, summer air.

Stepping up onto the cemented roof, Chris turned around, and kneeled, reaching his hand out so Jill could be helped up. Jill grabbed onto his hand, pulling herself up onto the roof, feeling warm immediately.

"It's nice out today." Jill smiled, jogging over to the edge of the roof, looking up at the shining sun and ocean blue sky, loving the wind and how it blew her long, healthy hair.

"Hun, be careful by the edge!" Chris shouted, but not loud enough for anyone to hear, just so Jill would. "Oh I am!" Jill yelled back, turning back around to face him.

The drop from the roof to the green lands below the building was far, and would almost, if not instantly, kill someone, which is why it startled Chris when she ran towards the edge. That, and the fact she's not careful to begin with. It reminds him of the time they were on a helicopter back to their base and she had almost fallen out of it, due to being tired and weary, not really taking in her surroundings.

He stared over at Jill, watching her as she looked over the rooftop, admiring the stunning view. The view may have been breath taking, but not as much as Jill is.

"Why did you wanna come up here?" Jill questioned as Chris stepped over to her.

"Is it so bad if I wanna spend some time with you... Alone?" Chris asked, a tint of sarcasm included in his sentence. She made a certain face, a face of 'Of course you can' mixed with sadness. "Well no, you can be with me alone." Jill replied, placing her hands around his neck, standing up on her tippy toes.

Chris wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her closer into him, having their bodies touch as they glanced into one another love filled eyes. "I just miss you, especially when we're separated at work." Chris stated. "Me too baby." Jill denoted

Leaning down, Chris placed his warm lips onto Jill's, taking her lower lip between his lips. Jill ran her slim fingers through Chris's hair, pulling him closer into the kiss. They both adored moments like this, I think Chris more than Jill but then again, he is definitely more physically affectionate.

Her mouth opened slightly, allowing Chris entry into her mouth. Chris gently slipped his tongue in, massaging his with hers. He squeezed her hips and tilted his head more, moving his tongue alongside hers. Smiling into the kiss, Jill caressed his cheeks softly, showing as much love as she could for him.

Pulling away, Chris smirked and used his thumb to swipe a drabble of saliva from her inner lip, then wiping it onto his jeans. "Didn't think we'd get like that today." Chris snickered. Jill rolled her eyes, nudging him before hitting his chest.

"It's one way of relieving my stresses." Jill cackled, letting go of Chris and sitting on the roof, criss cross. Chris joined her, sitting across from her, looking at her with a soft look, admiring her breath taking beauty.

Jill glanced up and began to talk, "Are you surprised that we ended up dating?" She chortled, genuinely curious about his answer. "Honestly? Sorta, but also not really." He snickered, looking at her with a alluring beam in his eyes.

"Seriously? I kind of am." Jill stated, fidgeting with her petite hands. "And why's that honey?" He questioned. "I felt as though I'd be to nervous to ever come out and tell you, y'know, how I feel." She expressed, trying to not seem timid. "Understandable." He glistened.

The two could sit in silence and it'd never end up being awkward, that's just how it was, even before they began dating. It's because of their comfortability levels, and the fact they can honestly just communicate with looks and facial expressions, that's their relationship for you.

Getting on her knees fully, she slid over to Chris, gently resting her head on his shoulder, exhaling gently. "You okay?" Chris asked, taking her soft hand within his.

"Of course, I think I'm just tired." Jill responded, lifting her head up and looking at him. "Good, well, once you finish that report, I'll take you home." Chris added, whilst using his thumb to caress her hand. "Will you stay over tonight?" Jill asked. "Maybe, I might not be able too." He replied, a blue tone filling his voice.

"Oh, okay." Jill replied. "What?" Chris asked, even more blue filled his voice, clearly being able to sense something was wrong. "Nothing, I just... You know I hate being alone." Jill spoke softly, muttering even. "I can stay then, okay?" Chris rubbed her back as he spoke to her.

Recently, Jill has been dealing with her sleeping issues again, like the ones she dealt with back in Raccoon, but having Chris with her helps. It helps her feel safe. They don't live together, considering they've only been dating for about three months now, but they've definitely spoken on it and it's something they'd love in the near future.

"Have you been taking those meds I recommended?" Chris asked, playing with her soft, straightened hair as she layed still. "I did the other night, still couldn't really sleep." "Ok then, we'll try something else soon baby." Chris replied, exhaling while looking upwards, facing the blinding sun.

A vibration came from Chris's watch, a message to him was sent by one of his co workers. "Ah shit, I gotta go hun, duty calls." He teased, helping her back onto her feet. "What's going on?" Jill questioned, fixing her hair since it was now not straight because of Chris messing with it.

"Just gotta help Keith out, I'll see you soon though, yea?" He smirked, placing his thumb and index finger in her chin, turning her divine face towards him. Jill nodded in response, moving her lips against his as he kissed her compassionately.

"I love you." Jill said quietly as the kiss ended. "Love you most." Chris replied, smooching her forehead quickly before looking behind him, and heading towards the trap door once more.

Chris swiftly opened the trap door, looking back at Jill and giving her a cute wink before he briskly climbed off the roof, and back into the lofty BSAA building, it was still a fresh and new building, only being established two years ago.

Left alone on the wide roof, Jill strolled over to the corner of the roof, plopping down in place, leaning her back onto the small cement, hard wall. Jill's mind began to wander to places she didn't really wanna think about. Things like her past and all that's happened.

When she's not with Chris, that tends to happen. Without him with her, there's no one else to speak too. Unless Parker is there, which he rarely is, but other than that, there really isn't any friends she has at the BSAA. Back in STARS, it was a lot easier to make friends due to the close knit relationship Brave and Alpha team had, and she enjoyed everyone there very much.

Now, most of those people are deceased. Brad, Kenneth, Richard, Eduard, Enrico... Those are just some of her food friends. Rebecca is still alive and around, but she's always busy with her newly found research.

When she gets the time though, she does spend time with Parker and Rebecca. Sometimes even Claire, Chris's younger sister. Her and Claire got close pretty quickly, due to their similar interests and opinions.

Jill had been so lost in her head that she didn't even catch onto the fact her watch was now buzzing, alerting her that she was receiving a message from someone, obviously a co worker. Oddly, she assumed it was either Parker or Clive, wondering where she was since she quit her report mid paragraph. To her surprise, it was Chris!

The message had read, "I love you, and you better get your ass back to work, so I can take you home afterwards."

Smiling at the message, Jill turned her watch up and stood up, chortling to herself. "Such a romantic." Jill uttered to herself, making her way back to the office.

Art Creds: Nagarenu5

#resident evil #chris redfield #jill valentine #valenfield #valenfieldfanfiction #chris x jill #jill x chris #fanfic #re death island #bsaa #tumblr fyp

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defectivegembrain · 1 year

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Troy’s Clive Owen tumblr headcanons:

You know when something messes up and your dash just goes back to the top? Yeah Troy cries every time (this headcanon brought to you by my dash going back to the top and me picturing Troy crying like some internal reaction gif while I was actually sitting there with a blank face)

He doesn't get much hate because everyone can see he's a sweetie but he gets some because tumblr, and he cries at that too. He cried once when someone just told him Clive Owen wasn't that hot

He has a few mutuals he chats to. One of them is secretly Abed, who made an account to send him nice messages and cheer him up after the previously mentioned "Clive Owen isn't that hot" message. Now it's just kept going so long Abed doesn't know what else to do. He figures it's not lying because he never said he was anyone else

He is mutuals with Britta, who posts political rants he doesn't necessarily understand, and pictures of cats which he always likes

He has a personal blog too, but he doesn't use it that much at first. It used to be mostly random memes, Inspector Spacetime fanworks and Britta's cat pictures. After he went on his trip he started posting updates on that when possible, with pictures from different countries

Britta posts lolcats a lot, and most people laugh at her because it's an old meme, but Troy loves them and reblogs all of them

Goncharov confused him at first, then Abed googled it and they both became obsessed

He loves the spiderman pointing meme

Once he had a public argument with someone who thought he was gay for running a blog about another man, then like two years later he did one of those things where people reblog an old post to be like "guess what I figured out"

#community #nbc community #troy barnes #abed nadir #britta perry

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darklight-owl · 10 months

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Thank you for everything you do for PL women. You are the bravest PL warrior ever o7

Happy to serve o7

I like things but I don't like when said things have obvious misogyny so I usually end up going "FINE. I'll fix it MYSELF."

I love adding detail to underwritten female characters 🥰 makes the "11 year old shonen fan who would latch on to any passing woman in her animes like a stray puppy because there was no main character with her gender" in me very happy.

#on that note i think non binary kids deserve financial compensation from every cartoon they've ever seen #but i disgress #how does one write a character as compelling as Claire but then refuse to give her ANY screentime how tf does that happen #like if Claire was my character I would at least add a scene where she gets to the future and realizes she's going to die #why does Dimitri finding her body get animated but Claire arriving in the future only get a passing mention hmmm #Claire would be far less ignored by fanon if she wasn't ignored by canon #anyway happy Flora Friday everyone! I'll see if I can take the time to draw her today :3c #mutuals #another-clive-blog #pl spoilers #professor layton spoilers #<-because of the tags

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bobbyinthegarden · 2 years

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2023 Reading Challenge. Re-imagined Classic: Alec by William di Canzio

Spoilers for both Maurice by E. M. Forster and Alec by William di Canzio.

For this category I considered talking about one of the many re-writings or sequels to The Secret Garden that I’m planning on reading for this blog, but decided against it, as I consider that reading project to be separate from this one, so instead I chose this book, Alec by William di Canzio.

Alec is a re-telling/sequel to E. M. Forster’s posthumously published novel Maurice, and follows it’s titular character Alec Scudder (the love interest in Maurice), from childhood, through the events of Forster’s novel and beyond, to the early 1920s.

Before I really get into the book and my thoughts about it, I want to first talk about the skin that I have in the game here, so to speak. Maurice is a book that I hold very dear, I first read it when I was thirteen years old, at which point I was already aware that I was queer but had not yet told anybody. Maurice, to me, was kind of a revolution, here was a character whose journey in accepting his sexuality and finding love, despite the times in which he lived (the novel takes place between 1909-1913), was something that affected me in an extremely profound way, and ultimately helped me gain the courage to come out myself. It’s a book that I have re-read several times, I also adore the 1987 film adaptation (here’s a link to where you can watch it for free on YouTube) and I even saw a stage version of the novel several years ago at the Above the Stag Theatre (an LGBT theatre in London, which has sadly since closed down). Though I do like Maurice a lot, I don’t necessarily think that it is Forster’s greatest work (I think that would probably be Howards End) but I do like the book a lot, and I generally like E. M. Forster a lot as a writer, I enjoy his novels and the various Merchant-Ivory adaptations (which you can probably tell from looking at my blog).

My attachment to the book that Alec is adapting, may seem that I’m setting the book up to fail, and I’m really not doing that, I was rooting for this book from the second I knew of its existence, and I wasn’t going to buy it and read it just to hate on it. As somebody who has been known to enjoy a spot of fanfiction now and then and who is extremely interested in adaptation and transformative works, I was stoked to read this book, especially since Alec is my favourite character in Maurice.

I explained the basic premise earlier, but I’ll go into a bit more detail now. The novel Maurice is about Maurice Hall, an upper-middle class young man living in England in the early 1910s (prior to the First World War). While studying at Cambridge University, Maurice falls in love with his friend Clive Durham, thus coming to terms with his homosexuality. The love between him and Clive is mutual but strained, Clive (who is part of the gentry) insists that they must repress their sexual desires, that their relationship should be purely romantic, not sexual. The men are together for several years, before Clive ultimately breaks things off in order to get married, leaving Maurice alone and heartbroken, though they continue to be friends. On a visit to Clive’s country estate, Maurice meets Alec Scudder, the working-class gamekeeper, Maurice initially thinks very little of him, though the relationship eventually blossoms into a passionate romance. However, their relationship gets off to a rocky start, with mistrust and miscommunication on both sides. They are eventually able to resolve these issues, realise their love for one another, and decide to forge a life together, despite the societal obstacles, with Maurice deciding to definitively put an end to his friendship with Clive. The novel ends on an uncertain but optimistic note, with the lovers facing their future together.

Alec is told in nine sections, the first section being Alec’s life from birth to aged 18 and depicts his family life in Dorset and coming to terms with his own sexuality, and the circumstances that led him to being employed as Clive’s gamekeeper. The second section depicts the events of Maurice from the perspective of Alec, how the couple came to meet and fall in love, with large sections that are copied verbatim from the original novel (which was done with permission from Forster’s estate). The following seven sections depict the next six years, following the couple through their early years together, the outbreak and duration of the First World War -- during which time the couple is kept apart – to the couple’s reunion and continuation of their life together, now joined by Maurice’s sister and her newborn daughter.

Reading Alec you do get the impression that William di Canzio cares deeply about this story, and has infused some of his own experiences as a gay man into the narrative, particularly with regard to Alec’s self-awareness and lack of shame about his own sexuality prior to his interactions with Maurice – that is to say, Alec doesn’t hate himself for his own desires, which was something that I found refreshing. Speaking of desire, I was not expecting this book to be as sexually explicit as it was. This isn’t a criticism necessarily, it just wasn’t something that I was expecting. It may even be a strength of the book, as the current climate with regards to sexuality and sexual expression is so different to what it was in Forster’s day, that this book has the opportunity to be much more forthcoming about sex and desire than Forster could have ever been.

One element to this book that I found especially interesting is the inclusion of Forster as a character within the story, as well as other historical figures, namely socialist philosopher and gay rights activist Edward Carpenter (1844–1929) and his partner George Merrill, who were friends of Forster, and upon whom the characters Maurice and Alec are partially based. Granted, it is never explicitly acknowledged within the text that these characters are the people that they share their first names with, however, anybody with even a basic understanding of the biographies of these three men would easily be able to identify them. Initially, I thought that the inclusion of these characters was something of a gimmick, but I warmed to it as the story went on, as they act somewhat as mentors to Maurice and Alec, teaching them about life and love, giving them language and models about how to live as gay men at that time in history.

My review so far seems like I really loved this book, and that isn’t necessarily the case. I think it’s pretty good, though not perfect. I liked it well enough that I read the whole thing reasonably quickly, though there were a number of things that I didn’t like so much. di Canzio’s writing style and narrative voice is not nearly as beautiful as Forster’s, who is able to make even the most mundane moments beautiful and profound (take the moment in Maurice where Alec takes Maurice’s hand for the first time as a prime example of this), but di Canzio isn’t a bad writer either, his work is very readable, but comparison to the original author is unavoidable when adapting/re-telling another book.

One element of the book that I liked in theory, but not so much in practice is the Kitty sub-plot. Kitty is Maurice’s sister, and is a pretty minor character in Forster’s novel – though the unpublished epilogue to Maurice does imply that Kitty may be the lesbian counterpart to her gay brother. In Alec, Kitty was a nurse during the war, fell in love with an Indian Army Officer and became pregnant out of wedlock, thus making her something of a social outsider like her brother. Maurice and Alec take Kitty in, deciding to raise her mixed-race daughter together as a family, something that greatly upsets Maurice’s mother, who rejects both of her children because of this. As a plot element, I like this a lot in theory, unfortunately not so much in practice, as this plot thread is introduced on page 298 of a 337 page book, with Maurice’s mother and sisters having barely been mentioned and never seen before earlier in the novel, and thus this whole element of the story feels incredibly rushed and poorly integrated into the overall story, which is a shame, because I think it could have been really interesting. If I had been Mr di Canzio’s editor, I would have sent the manuscript back to him with a big note in red ‘INTEGRATE THIS INTO THE STORY EARLIER AND BETTER’.

I said earlier, in my summary of Maurice, that the novel ends on an uncertain but optimistic note, with the lovers facing their future together, and this novel ends in much the same way, with Maurice, Alec, Kitty and her daughter deciding to emigrate to New York (presumably because William di Canzio is American). I didn’t really like this ending very much; it seems to go against Forster’s intentions for his characters. Let me explain: a major theme in Maurice is nature and the desire for a rural life that is apart from society (what Forster calls ‘the Greenwood’), indeed in the unpublished epilogue, we see that this desire has been fulfilled, with Maurice and Alec being shown to be living in a cottage and working as woodcutters. Having Maurice and Alec move to New York seems a little out of left field to me, and not very in-keeping with the themes of the original novel, particularly since the idea of America being the ‘land of opportunity’ for LGBT people and POC, is not particularly reflective of the historical record, particularly in the 1920s.

If you haven’t read Maurice, then I don’t really know what you would get out of Alec, just as a standalone story. It works, I think, as a supplementary piece to Maurice, though does not achieve the same tenderness, intimacy, and beauty of its predecessor.

Now go read Maurice, if you haven’t!

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WHAT GOOD IS A SWORD THAT NEVER GETS BLOODY?

pairing: clive rosfield x plus sized f!reader

summary: clive helps you relieve your cramps in the best way possible

word count: 3.6k

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI you will be BLOCKED!) established relationship, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it) period sex, blood kink, breast/nipple play, finger sucking, spit, praise, dirty talk, petnames (love, darling, sweetheart, etc.), clive is hairy and uncut

a/n: i wrote this entire thing with my pussy and i will never regret it!!!!!!!!!!! written during a time when i was achy and in pain. this is uhm, very self indulgent DJDJDJDJDJ.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

You’re on your side, curled in the fetal position, groaning in pain, when Clive comes into the room. Immediately, he’s by your side, caressing your arm gently. "What’s wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, concerned. ‘"Cramps" is all you can mutter in response. "Ah,"

Clive wasn’t used to dealing with periods. Before the two of you started dating, he hadn’t had much experience with them. Sure, Jill was around frequently enough when they were children, but she was never keen on sharing those intimate details of her life with him.

His soothing ministrations on your arm continue as he asks, "Would you like me to run a hot bath for you, love?" "The water should help ease the aches and pains. I can even give you a massage if you’d like."

"That sounds like heaven," you beam.

He plants a kiss on your temple and says, "I’ll get started on it right away and fetch you when it’s ready." Clive leaves for the bathroom and begins filling the tub with hot water, returning a short while later.

"The bath is all set up for you, darling. Come on, I’ll help you up." He brings you to your feet, and the two of you walk to the bathroom.

The warm scent of vanilla fills your nostrils as you step into the room, your eyes fixed on the steaming, bubbly water. "It smells lovely in here, Clive," you comment.

"I'm glad you like it." "One of the vendors sold me this scented oil while I was out. She said it was good for muscle tension."

"Oh, I'm sure she did," you mumble under your breath. You knew the vendor that he spoke of and her "desire" to "help relieve his tension." On more than one occasion, she made a point to flirt with him in your presence, despite knowing you and him were together. Clive, being who he is, is none the wiser. Always the gentlemen, you suppose.

You're pulled out of your thoughts as he continues, "Plus, you're always lighting those vanilla candles around the place, so I figured you'd like the smell."

You smile in response to the sweet gesture. "Thank you, Clive," you murmur before kissing his cheek.

"Of course, now let's get you settled before the water gets cold, hm?"

He helps you undress and carefully places the garments aside. Taking his hand, you're guided into the hot water. As you sink into the tub, you're met with instant relief.

"You feel alright?" he asks.

You nod in response, "Most definitely."

"Good," he bends down to kiss the crown of your head and is quick to follow you into the bath. Soon after ridding himself of his clothes, he takes his place behind you in the water. It's a tad cramped inside due to his huge stature, but you enjoy the skin-to-skin contact nonetheless.

"Would you still like that massage, or have your cramps subsided?" He caresses your hip under the water, rubbing small circles with his thumb. You turn around to face him and deliver your best puppy-dog eyes and signature pout. "Massage please?"

"Alright," he chuckles, leaning over the edge of the tub, grabbing a large vial off the floor. You can't help but roll your eyes at the sight. "Is that another one of your gifts from the vendor?"

"Yes, it is darling," he pauses to unscrew the lid. "I was told this was good for the skin, and I thought it'd make a good lubricant for the massage."

"Clive," you whine. "You know she only gives you free stuff because she's into you."

"Is she?" he smirks. "I haven't noticed."

You sulk at his words.

He puts the vial back down on the ground and grips your chin lightly, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Come now, darling, don't pout. You're the only woman for me," he places a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, then cocks an eyebrow. "Now, do you want to keep talking about the vendor or would you like me to give you that massage?"

"Massage," you grumble, turning your back to him.

His laugh is hearty, and the sound reverberates throughout the bathroom. "Sweetheart, I only visit her to get supplies for you," He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your torso. "She's the only person in the hideout that sells the type of stuff you like." He trails kisses down your neck. "I promise I don't have eyes for the woman who sells us our toiletries."

You burst into a fit of giggles, with Clive's facial hair tickling your skin. "Alright, Alright. I believe you."

A few moments pass before you sheepishly ask, "Will you still give me that massage?" He presses one final kiss on your neck, smiling into your skin, before responding, "Of course, darling."

He reaches for the oil once more, pouring some into his hand before lathering the slippery substance between his fingers. "Can you lean forward for me? I can't reach your back at this angle." You nod as you maneuver your body forward a bit, resting on the edge of the tub.

"I’m going to touch you now, alright?"

Clive is gentle as he slides his oil-slick hands down the sides of your plush body, trailing them from your shoulders to your lower back. The light sheen of sweat and steam from the water helps his hands glide along. When he reaches your hips, he presses hard circles into your back with his thumbs, causing you to groan. He smirks to himself and continues putting pressure on the area until he decides to slide his hands back up your spine. He begins to massage your shoulders as well, his strong and calloused hands expertly working out the knots from pent-up stress. Clive continues to knead any tension built up in your aching body, moving down your neck, shoulders, and back.

"Oh yes," you gasp.

"Clive, you're so good."

He clears his throat. Smooth hands skim down your sides once more, softly grazing your breasts. His nails gently rake down your back, causing you to shudder.

"Clive," you whine, "you’re gonna get me all excited."

"That's the point, love, to make you feel good." He stops all movement of his hands, pulling you close to him once more. It’s at this moment that you feel something prod at your lower back.

"Clive-" you jerk forward, a bit surprised at his sudden arousal.

"Can you blame me, darling?" He murmurs into your ear.

"With all the sweet sounds you were making and the way you were saying my name," you feel his facial hair brush against your skin once more; it's prickly as he plants additional kisses onto your neck and shoulder.

"You know, Cid told me of another way to help alleviate cramps."

"Oh yeah?" You smirk, "And what’d he tell you?"

"I think it’s best to show instead of tell, my love."

"But first-" he heaves as he gets out of the tub, "let’s get you dried off." As the contents of the bath drain, Clive helps you to your feet. He grabs a few towels before saying, "I'm going to get everything ready."

"You stay here and dry yourself off, alright?" He gently cups your face with one hand before planting a sweet kiss on your forehead that gives you a warm feeling in your tummy.

You whistle at him as he turns to leave the room, admiring the sway of his hips and ass while he walks. A soft chuckle is heard as the door swings closed behind him.

You pat yourself dry with the towel to the best of your ability before stepping out to your shared bedroom. It's then that you see Clive perched on two towels that he laid upon your bed, legs spread wide while he strokes himself. His foreskin glides along his ruddy tip while he pleasures himself.

"I'm sorry, love."

"You got me all excited; I just couldn't help myself." He pants, pulling his lower lip between his teeth as he begins to work his cock even faster at the sight of you.

You're unsure of how, in all of Valisthea, Clive didn't find himself attractive. Everything about him was beautiful in your eyes—the scar that adorns his left cheek, the tinge of pink on his face when he's aroused, the flex of his biceps as he jerks himself off, his broad chest speckled with dark body hair, getting denser as it flows down his abdomen, culminating into a furry happy trail before diverging off again to his somewhat unruly pubes and pretty erect cock. The sight of him, especially when he's vulnerable like this, makes you drool.

You're snapped out of your thoughts as his voice picks up. "Enjoying the view?" he smirks. The look on his face comes across as a challenge, taunting as he eases his grip on his cock, letting you see the consequence of his arousal. His cock is wet and leaky as his pace slows, soft moans escaping his lips.

"Fuck," you murmur, biting your lip at the display. You saunter over to where he sits on the bed. "I always enjoy you, Clive."

A soft smile adorns his face as he pats the spot in front of him, "Come sit, darling, let me make you feel good."

All of a sudden, you're hit with a bout of hesitation. "Are you sure you want to do this?" you ask. "You won't think it's gross?" A small frown flashes across his features as he stills the movement on his weeping cock. He turns to face where you stand on the side of the bed, caressing your plush hip with his opposite hand. "Sweetheart, what good is a sword that never gets bloody, hm?" You’re about to protest when he cuts you off. "Before you start, I am aware of how cliché that sounded, but that doesn't mean I'm any less sincere. I love you. I care about you and your pleasure." He pauses to gauge your reaction, and seeing that you're still apprehensive, he continues. "I hate to see you in this type of pain. If this," he gestures between the two of you, "isn’t something you want, then we don’t have to go through with it, but rest assured, I’ve been fighting in battle for a long time. Some blood isn’t going to bother me, love. Especially not if it’s from you." His tough hand gives your hip a reassuring squeeze.

You ponder what he says for a moment before giving a tentative "Okay..."

"Yeah?" The pitch of his voice increases. "You want me to make you feel good?" He nuzzles his cheek against the soft skin of your stomach, his facial hair scratching against you.

"Mhm." You nod, carding your fingers through his shaggy hair. He pats the empty spot on the towel. "Good, now come sit, darling." You crawl onto the bed and sit in between his legs, your back facing him. You scoot backward until you're met with the familiar feeling of his cock against you.

"Can I touch you, sweetheart?" He asks. A soft "yes" is mumbled out in response. Clive's hands descend on your body once more, grazing his nails on the sides of your plush form. The sensation leaves goosebumps in their wake, followed by a small shiver. He gives an airy chuckle, then makes his presence known on the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving soft kisses on it before gently suckling on the skin.

"Clive-" you moan.

"Lean against me, love. I want to try something."

Following Clive's command, you rest against him, the soft hairs from his chest tickling your back.

"Spread your legs a bit, darling."

You spread your legs, albeit bashfully, and expose your warm heat to the cool air as Clive continues to litter your neck with kisses.

"Feeling alright so far?"

"Uh-huh."

"Good," he plants one final kiss on your neck before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the vial of oil once more. After rubbing some into his hands, he skims the sides of your full figure, reaching up toward your tits.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

"Yes, Clive- please," you start to fidget in his hold.

"Okay, okay," he amusedly chuckles once more. Slowly but surely, he begins to fondle your tender breasts, massaging them with his warm, calloused hands and getting them slick with oil.

"Fuck," you moan, digging your nails into the meat of his hairy thighs.

"Yeah?" He goads, nuzzling his face into your neck and biting the skin playfully. Agile fingers work toward your pebbled nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index finger. He continues squeezing the soft flesh; though your breasts are achy and sore, his touch feels so good at the same time.

"Can you lift your hips a bit for me?"

You do as he asks, gripping Clive's thick thighs to steady you. You lift your hips a few inches off the towel, allowing your back to fully rest against Clive's chest.

"That's a good girl," he murmurs into your ear.

A whine escapes you, and though you can't see his face, he smirks at the sound. Reaching toward his hard cock, he guides it to your wet slit and effectively starts rutting against it. The head catches on your puffy, neglected clit with every pass.

"Founder, oh fuck," your breath hitches, and you start rolling your hips in time with his languid thrusts against you, relishing in every bit of pleasure he lets you take from him.

Clive grunts "You’re so wet for me already, love." His cock is coated in a mixture of your blood and arousal.

He speaks against your neck, "Did a little heavy petting really get you this excited? Hm?"

Heat rushes to your face at his words, and a batch of warmth starts to grow in the pit of your belly. You can't find it in you to speak for fear of being unable to produce anything but pants and moans, so you nod aimlessly instead. He gives a soft exhale that sounds a lot like the beginnings of a laugh, clearly enjoying watching your head bobble up and down.

His efforts on your breasts don’t waver, choosing to juggle one in his hand while continuing his massage of the tissue.

"Please, Clive," you pant. "I need you so bad, need your cock, need you inside."

The rhythm of his hips slows. "A bit impatient today, aren't we, love?" He grins. "I need to make sure you’re prepped, that you’re good and ready to take me."

"Please, I wanna feel you so bad." Your whines increase in frequency. "I’m fine, I promise."

"Alright, darling, lay on your side; I’ll take care of you." You roll over onto your left side, supporting yourself on your elbow.

Clive gives a few quick pumps to his cock before lifting your right thigh and pushing it toward your chest. You notice some smeared, stray blood where he's gripping the meaty flesh of your leg.

"Clive, your hand—" you begin to speak. He looks down at his fingers, stained lightly with red. He nuzzles his face in your neck, his soothing words quell your worries. "I know, it’s alright. Just relax, okay?" He pauses. "We can clean up afterward. Right now, I just want to help you feel better." You don't know why, but the sight of both of you covered in your own blood arouses you. A thought to unpack for another day, you suppose.

He guides the tip of his cock to your entrance. "I’ll be as gentle as you need me to be; we’ll go at your pace, okay?" You nod in response.

With that, a squelch can be heard as he slowly pushes himself inside you, both of you groaning at the sensation of him filling you up. He stills his movements, giving you time to adjust to his size. "Just let me know when you want me to start moving, darling." He worms the arm not holding your thigh under and around your torso, pulling you right against his chest. His lips find their way to your shoulder, placing gentle kisses on your warm skin.

A few more minutes pass before you speak up, "You can start moving, Clive." You’re so full; his thick, heavy cock stretches you to the brim. He pulls out slowly, leaving only the tip inside you. Every heavenly inch of his cock drags along your walls.

"Fuck." You clench down on him, and he groans in return.

"So good," he exhales. "Your pussy’s so good for me." His thrust back into your heat is slow as you moan in unison again. "She's kind of greedy, though, isn't she? Sucking me in like she doesn't want me to leave," he teases, speaking right into your ear. You can’t help the wanton moan that escapes you as you rest your head against his shoulder.

"That’s it, Just focus on feeling good." He pulls out to the tip once more. "I’ll take care of everything else." His kisses on your shoulder resume as he maneuvers the hand holding your torso to grope at your tender breast.

"Eikons," you whine.

His pace picks up ever so slightly, but it keeps its gentleness, not wanting to hurt you. His hand alternates from fondling your breast to grasping at other parts of your supple flesh, pulling you as close to him as he can, as if he wants to live in your skin.

"I love your sweet cunt so much, baby," he groans. "So soft and warm, she always makes me feel so good." All that can be heard from you is soft mewls and pleas from the continued pleasure. The effect of his words on you is almost too much to bear. Almost.

"I love getting to take care of you like this, making you feel good."

You take the arm that’s wrapped around you and bring his fingers to your lips, kissing the tips of each one before sinking the middle and ring fingers into your mouth, sucking on them softly.

"You’re gonna kill me, love."

You drag your tongue along the slit of his two fingers, forcing them to part at the base, licking the space in between as you keep sucking. Clive groans at the sensation. "Fuck, sweetheart," he mumbles, pressing his digits down on your tongue, causing you to gag slightly. Your eyes brim with ears as he reaches further into your throat. "I'm not going to last if you keep this up, and we can’t have that now, can we?" Saliva dribbles down his fingers and onto the rest of his hand as he pulls his digits from between your lips. His slightly pruned, spit-soaked fingers move from your mouth to your neglected clit, rubbing it in soft slippery circles.

He readjusts his grip on your thigh; the blood from his fingers and beads of sweat from your leg cause him to slip. He pushes your thigh even further toward your chest allowing him to reach even deeper into your sensitive cunt. The stretch of your leg muscle causes you to whimper.

His pace increases even more but never becomes rough. Damp coarse hairs from his navel rub against you as his balls give a soft "tap tap tap" to your ass. An even more prominent wet squelching sound mixes in with yours and Clive's moans. The volume and frequency increase as he continues to make sweet love to your sopping pussy.

"You hear that, darling?" he smirks. "You hear the sound of your sweet cunt?" he heaves, panting as he thrusts into you faster and faster. "I think she's enjoying this."

You're reduced to a mess of whimpers and pleas, unable to form proper sentences as you beg him to give you that sweet release. "Please, Clive, please, please, please. Wanna cum."

"I’ve got you, sweetheart. Cum on my cock, make yourself feel good."

With the last of your strength, you turn to meet his eyes as you mumble, "K-kiss?" Your emotions are running wild, and the smile that Clive gives you in return almost brings you to tears. "Of course." He leans down, and you meet him in a sweet, sloppy kiss. "Come on, baby," he says as his fingers hasten the circles on your clit. You moan into his mouth as you cum, and he continues to kiss you through it, letting you ride your high.

Clive’s thrusts begin to get uneven and sloppy at the feeling of your release. The hand that was on your clit now finds purchase on your soft tummy, enjoying the soft, squishy feeling underneath his fingertips. "I love you so much, sweetheart, so much." His hand squeezes at the soft flesh of your belly as he hunches into you, leaning in for one more kiss before pulling out. He fists his cock eagerly to climax, the sight of his cock being covered in your blood arouses him to no end. "Fucking-" he groans while he cums, his warm seed coming out in spurts while it drips down your ass and thighs. "Fuck," he gasps.

It takes him a few minutes to catch his breath, enjoying the feeling of your body as he holds you close.

"Are you feeling any better?" He finally asks.

You turn to face him now, giving another sweet kiss to his lips. "Definitely," you respond.

"Good, I'm glad I could help," he pauses for a moment. "Stay right there." Clive gets up and leaves the room, returning with a warm, wet washcloth. He wipes the leftover blood from your body as well as the smears left on his hands before tending to the cum on your backside.

"Alright, here's my plan," he pulls you into a sitting position. "How about we get washed up for real this time, and I'll make you something warm for your tummy?"

"That sounds lovely, as long as I get to cuddle you too."

He grins as he helps you make your way to the bathroom once more. "Of course, sweetheart."

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