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kuroshironekos · 3 months
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Cidolfus: That Sword Sharp?.
Clive: You'd Better Hope So.
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kuroshironekos · 6 months
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Chibi dominants that I’ve been working on :3 I’ll make them into stickers and maybe into charms 👀
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kuroshironekos · 6 months
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NSFW Alphabet - Cid Telamon Edition
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Pairing: Cidolfus Telamon/Reader Rating: Explicit, 18+, minors DNI Author's Note: There isn't enough about this chain-smoking DILF, and that's just a shame, ain't it? Be the change you want to see in the world fellas.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Cidolfus is affectionate both in and out of the bedroom, but especially so after a session of lovemaking. He becomes very vulnerable, so don’t be surprised if he keeps you all to himself after the fact.
He peppers you with kisses, from your neck, to your chest, and back to your lips. It’s almost reverent how he worships you, how he makes you feel alive, seen. 
“Cid, come now, we’ve got to get cleaned up—“ You whine, pushing him away with little success.
He barely acknowledges you, grinning ear to ear as he kisses you slowly, fingertips dancing at your sides. “Let me enjoy myself a bit, it’s not everyday an angel falls into my bed.”
You’re tempted to say something, but his verdant gaze locks you in place, memorizing every inch of your body. 
At this rate you won’t leave the bed until sundown, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Everything, he loves everything about you, but he especially loves your hips, how the plush skin curves perfectly in his hands, how they serve as the perfect grip when he wants to bend you over the desk of his solar, and even more so when they fit perfectly against his pelvis when he presses you into the mattress. A close second would be your neck, for the sole reason that you fall to pieces when he places his lips against it, the prettiest noises threatening to spill from your lips.
For himself, he’ll say his voice. He never thought about it much, but after seeing how his words have an effect on you he uses it fully to his advantage.
He walks behind you, one hand on your hip and the other pressed right below your stomach, just shy of what would be appropriate. He slots himself against your backside, enjoying how deliciously you brush against his cock, the thin fabric of your dress just tempting him to lift it.
“How long have you been at those records my dear?” He groans against your neck, voice like gravel. “I’ve hardly seen you all day.”
His presence is a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. You bite your lip, silencing yourself when he nibbles at the skin of your throat, smirking. “Cid, please, you know I can’t…”
Your pleas fall on deaf ears, and when he starts to suck a bruise you can barely hold the moan that threatens to spill. “Don’t worry about Otto, I’ll talk to him. For now, let’s take a break in my chambers.”
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
If you let him finish in your mouth, show him how well behaved you are by opening it and swallowing his spend, it’ll drive him crazy. If you bring your fingers to your mouth to lick off any excess while staring at him, be prepared to not walk straight for the next few days. You look up at him, exhausted but pleased. After catching his breath for a moment Cid’s fingers press against your cheeks, a signal you’re very familiar with. “Open.” Wordlessly, you part your lips to reveal his seed, sat heavy against your tongue. A moment passes, and then he nods, watching transfixed as you swallow, gladly sticking out your tongue as proof. He wipes away a stray drop and you bring the digit to your lips without question, never letting your eyes leave his. A visible shudder runs through his body before he drags you upwards, lips meeting in a searing kiss. “You’ll be the fucking death of me woman.” He groans, before pulling you back in for more.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
In his days of travel he’s been experience to plenty of unique locations and even more unique characters, but some of his more odd encounters have been in pubs, surrounded by men of varying morality simply sharing stories around a cup of ale. He recalls one man sharing the tales of his favorite pleasure girl and the various things they do in the bedroom, and he gave mention of how she tied him up once and let her have his way with him. He never thought about the conversation, but when he met you suddenly his curiosity peaked. 
He’d never say it outwardly, but if you were to bring some rope the next time you had sex, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s experienced, without a doubt. There was a time when his face was known by several women of Waloed who were looking for a good time, even if it wasn’t for a long time. Those days are long behind him, but he’s grateful if only for the fact that he can now use those skills on you. “Didn’t know you were such a charmer Cid.” You taunt playfully, pressed against his side. “Mhm, those days are long past me now. I’d much rather spend my time with a certain someone.” He hums, content to enjoy your company. You smile, asking even though you already know the answer. “Pray tell, who would that someone be?” A kiss is pressed to your forehead, followed by another hum. “Someone very special to me.” 
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary, Cowgirl, anything where he can see your face. Watching your reaction is half the fun, and he’s a tease, so expect him to embarass you in the best way.
“I love seeing you like this, all pretty on my cock—“ He raises his hips to meet yours, your mind going blank. On instinct you look down, hiding your face until his rough hands hold you by the neck, unyielding even for a second.
“No no no, don’t you dare look away,” He coos softly, almost as if he isn’t keeping you bouncing on his lap. “Keep those pretty eyes on me or I’ll stop, understand?”
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
More on the serious side, but occasionally he’ll crack a joke or two. Don’t expect any humor from him past the foreplay stage though, he’s here for one thing only and he takes your pleasure very seriously.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He tries, but he really couldn’t care about his pube situation. If you mentioned it he’d probably take more care, but he’s lucky enough that it doesn’t grow out into an absolute jungle.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He has his moments, there’s always a hint of love in his actions even if he’s whispering absolute filth into your ear. He really becomes a romantic after the deed is done, as mentioned in the aftercare. He’s also more of a romantic when you two are alone behind closed doors, where no one can see you.
You lie beneath him, rendered breathless as he thrusts into you viciously, every grind of your cock inside you making it that much harder to function. He tears you apart at the seams, exposes you to your very core, and with a gentle press of his palm in your own, puts you back together once more. “You’re so fucking beautiful—” He grunts, the throaty sound of his voice bringing you back to reality, just barely. “So majestic, so perfect. All fucking mine—” And even when tears brim your eyes, when you struggle to keep your sanity under his skillful touch, he grounds you. A hand at your thigh, or a kiss to your lips, he brings you right back, then pushes you over the edge once again with another sharp thrust. 
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
High sex drive, but usually doesn’t jerk off. He’s often busy with the hideaway, so he tries to focus on something else and deal with it later. Besides, he’d rather wait for you to take care of his needs, it’s more fun that way. On the occasions that it’s just too much to bear he’ll relax in his bed and think of you, ignorant to anything that isn’t him and his dick in his hand. 
You walk to his bedchambers, searching for his opinion on the latest food shipment when you hear a groan in the hallway. When you get closer to his door it gets louder, and the faintest smirk pulls at your features when you recognize where you’ve heard that noise before. Without warning you walk inside, met with an enticing image of your lover sat against the headboard, thrusting into his hand languidly.
Eyes closed and mouth open, he whispers to himself, hints of your name dancing on his tongue with each grunt, just slightly hunched over with need. At the sound of your voice calling for him he turns, unashamed of his display.
His hand doesn’t stop moving as he speaks, licking his lips at the sight of you. “There you are, I was looking for you. Think you could help?”
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dominance - Either giving or receiving. He tends to dominate you but as mentioned before, he has no qualms about letting you take the lead.
Orgasm Denial - He’s a tease, it’s almost downright evil. He could sit there for hours just holding you right on the edge just for fun, he likes how high your voice gets when you’re frustrated.
Praise - Cid would sing your praises to the entire hideaway if he could (and he’s tried, only for Lady Charon to “kindly” tell him to shut his trap.)
Facesitting - Please, sit on his face. He’ll damn near cry at the feeling of your thighs on his ears, please do yourself a favor and sit on his face and you won’t regret it. Sloppy eater.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
His bedroom, or on the desk of the solar. He likes to hear you scream, so anywhere he can be sure you’ll make as much noise as possible is fine with him.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Those pretty dresses you wear around the hideaway when you’re not adventuring. You look good in anything but something about a nice dress is so domestic to him, makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It’s also a bonus that it offers easy access. 
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything pain-related, or anything that can draw blood. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so any and all weapons are off the table.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He enjoys a nice blowjob as much as the next guy, but he goes feral at the thought of eating you out. If he had his way he’d suffocate himself between your legs and die a happy man. He’ll wring orgasm after orgasm out of you and still not be satisfied, locking his hands together and forcing you still until he's had his fill of you. Tears streak across your face, the pleasure bordering on painful. How many times has he made you come at this point? You’ve lost count after three. Every movement feels strained, your legs have developed a permanent shake, and yet his mouth still moves against your vigorously, no hint of stopping. You beg for him to stop, to let you have a break, but he’s far too engrossed in the taste of you to pay attention. “Please, I need—I can’t—” Words fail you at this point and it hurts to talk, hurts to do much of anything except lie back and let Cid worship your cunt.
“Just one more darling, let me make you feel good.” He gasps against you, barely able to finish a sentence before descending on you again. “One more and I'll stop.” But you know better, because that’s what he said last time. 
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Sensual, with a hint of roughness. He wants to treat you like the princess you are, but he just can’t seem to help himself when you look so damn good underneath him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes, more often than not he has to leave for one reason or another, and there just isn't enough time for a full session. He’s sure to make it up to you when he gets back.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Doesn’t mind a bit of experimentation, he’ll try anything once as long as you respect his boundaries.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Have you seen this man fight? He can go on as long as you need to, and oftentimes you have to beg him to stop. Whether he listens or not, however…
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, and he doesn’t need to. He can do plenty by himself.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Incredibly unfair, downright evil. The only thing he loves more than his cigars is the sound of his name on your lips.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Deep groans and hushed whispers, tends to talk you through whatever you’re feeling. Gets real loud when he’s about to come, and likes to bury himself further into you when he does.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Likes when you call him Sir. It started as a joke between you two, calling him the Lord Commander as a joke, which eventually turned into you calling him Sir. He found that he liked it more than he cared to admit, and during a make-out session you actually felt him twitch at the name and made it a point to tease him about it from then on.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
6.5 inches, average girth, well-endowed and knows it. Has a vein running along the underside that makes him see stars, but be careful with that information, because Cid likes to return the favor tenfold.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High, but he knows the importance of time and place. He isn’t thinking about it 24/7 but it's fairly obvious when he’s eyeing you from across the Hideaway that he isn't exactly thinking the most tame things about you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Not quick at all, he enjoys the quiet time between you two after having sex, tracing every line and curve of your body slowly, taking his time with you. Need water, clean up, conversation? He’s down for it all. He does find it easier to fall asleep with you in his arms.
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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The Phoenix Feather
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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FFXVI REQUESTS ↳ for @bestworstdm & anonymous
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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So I swore to myself that I'd always be right behind him, ready to catch the stubborn sod if ever he should fall.
But I couldn't even do that...
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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waloed 🌪️👑⚡️
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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"What are we? We are Dominants. That is our fate."
EIGHT EIKONS FOR EIGHT ELEMENTS: Fire Unforgiving (Phoenix & The Twin Flame, Ifrit) / Ice Unfeeling (Shiva) / Levin Untamed (Ramuh) / Gales Unrelenting (Garuda) / Earth Unyielding (Titan) / Light Undying (Bahamut) / Darkness Unending (Odin) + Leviathan the Lost (part i)
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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Your gonna break your pop's heart there, lass
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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strong contender for best Cid in the franchise
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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To Oriflamme.
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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Remember boys, the walls are thin...
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kuroshironekos · 7 months
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The Oath
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kuroshironekos · 9 months
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The Hideaway. - "Go on, have a look around."
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kuroshironekos · 9 months
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Cid's Sollar. - "My brother was murdered by a second dominant of fire." - "The Phoenix's evil twin? Well, bugger me."
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kuroshironekos · 9 months
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⚡ Cidolfus Telamon ⚡
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