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"By the fury!" They both froze, they had expected it to be Artoirel returning. But the figure that stood there was not the young lord, but Count Edmont. The Count averted his eyes but it was too late, there was no mistaking the act he had caught them with. "Edmont, we can explain-" Aymeric began. He held Jara close to him still as she reeled in the shock of them being caught. "I think it best that you remove yourself from each other this instant."

There was no anger in his voice, but a direct authority neither of them had ever been on the receiving end of. Jara carefully clambered off Aymeric, searching at least, for the discarded trousers Aymeric had tossed aside in his haste to be in her. Edmont tapped the top of his cane impatiently waiting for them to make themselves decent. When her heard her approach he turned around carefully. "Lord Edmont-" she began. "Enough, you should know better than to engage in such an activity when the Lord Commander was lying almost dead not half a bell ago." "I- " "Furthermore, there is unrest sweeping this city and you are in bed taking your own pleasure when the City burns around us."

His words cut into her, hitting her deeper than the blade that had cut her face. She remained silent now as he refused to look at her, disappointment radiating off him. "Who else knows?" The question was directed at them both. "Haurchefant knew, not that it matters now, and Estinien." Aymeric confessed. Edmont flinched at the name of his departed son, he turned slightly to Jara to see if she had anymore to add. "Artoirel..." She admitted. "And apa." He took a breath and steadied himself before he pointed to the door. "I suggest you make yourself decent, and inform the First Commander of Ser Aymeric's condition and put yourself to use." "Yes milord."

She didn't dare glance in Aymeric's direction. With her head hung low she left the room holding herself together as best she could.

Once she was gone he turned to Aymeric. "What were you thinking?!" "Edmont I-" "Even without the Archbishop governing our churches such unions are forbidden in these walls. You put her in considerable danger by engaging with her thus." "I know..." "How long has this been going on. Or is this mercifully the only time?" Edmont stood in front of him both hands clasping his cane. When Aymeric didn't answer right away, he knew which it was. "How long?" He repeated. "A year?" Aymeric offered. "Since before I took the post of Lord Commander. "Fury have mercy Aymeric. If anyone had found out they could have killed her!" Anger finally rose in his voice. "I know Edmont, we ended it. We did!" Aymeric protested. "That didn't look ended to me." "I love her Edmont, truly." Aymeric's hand came to rest on his jaw. "I tried to let her go, but I can't... I won't."

Edmont looked at him, pain in his heart as he looked at Aymeric's defeated face. Memories swarmed him, unpleasant memories that bubbled beneath the surface. Things he wanted to say and couldn't. "Love is dangerous Aymeric. Even now. Ishgard will not change overnight, I do not wish to see you torn apart if she is forced out of the city like your mother was."

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You are a literal god who pretends to be a d-list superhero. You’ve grown extremely attached to the people of the village you protect. You get news that an epic battle is taking place near your village and would most likely destroy it…

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Alphinaud: I have a bad feeling about this...

WoL: What do you mean?

Alphinaud: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going into trouble?

WoL: No?

Alphinaud: ...That actually explains so much.

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Diplomacy

Here is another for my pitiful Kinktober! I meant to put this out faster, whoops. The next one is Zenos+cockwarming. I'll try to get the others out too but who is to say.

Pairing: Solus zos Galvus/Emet-Selch x f!princess Reader Kink: Vibrators/Overstimulation Tags: Explicit, dub/non con, bondage, Word Count: 2.6k

A while back I mentioned Emperor Solus taking advantage of a poor foreign princess for strictly diplomatic purposes.

Gifts, he told you, were an important part of diplomacy. He said things like that a lot. Lessons. His Radiance Solus zos Galvus, the Emperor of Garlemald, taught you a lot of lessons. The most important had been that a princess shouldn’t ever trust the charm of a foreign ruler, and even the most innocent of feelings could easily be twisted and used, and that inequality would never result in cooperation, and that you were a fool for believing a single word out of his mouth. There were others though, so many things of which you were ignorant. Late at night, when he appeared in your private chambers like an evil spirit, when he took advantage of impulses you didn’t know how to control, when he abused the dominion he’d so easily claimed over your ruined body, he taught you many things.

“This color suits you far better than the drab dresses you have been favoring as of late,” Solus mused, tugging the neckline of your silky candy-colored nightgown down a little further. Just enough to expose your nipples, to further prod at your indecency. You squirmed, but with your hands bound, there wasn’t anything you could do. “Mayhap you believe darker hues will assert your maturity. I assure you, my dear, nobody will take you seriously either way.”

“Don’t,” you said, looking away in embarrassment. It didn’t matter if you hid your face, your body was on full display, bound flat on the bed without any underwear, your nightgown hiked up around your waist. Solus wasn’t undressed, another assertion of his control.

“It was a compliment. If you were smarter, you would realize how to use that perception to your advantage.”

“I don’t… I don’t need your advice.”

“You ought to be grateful that I’m wasting so much time on such a silly little creature like you. Time, energy, and resources.” He sighed. “Never mind about that. I brought you a gift.” He held up the strange device. Your present. Its design was unfamiliar, although it looked to be fueled by magitek, the handle glowing with bluish energy. “This clever little tool was originally of Allagan design. To relax overworked muscles. Of course, it wasn’t long before perverted minds found other applications for it. A fitting gift for the virgin princess, I think. Especially when you have been such a dear friend of Garlemald.”

“What does it do?” you asked, ignoring his barbed remarks to focus on the device. It didn’t look like much, a handle with a bulbous head a little smaller than your fist. The magitek part was what worried you. Garlean weapons didn’t always look like much, it was the Ceruleum that made them dangerous. Solus didn’t often hurt you, but he could. He had. All you had to do to remind yourself of that was look down at the pale, raised imprint of Garlean chains branded on the flesh above your womb.

“Are you afraid, princess?” Solus asked. “Why might that be? You know very well I would only hurt you if you were deserving.” His hand dropped, one long finger tracing the chain link. It was the permanent reminder of your attempt at defiance. Back before you realized that Garlemald didn’t have allies, they had acquired territory. “Have you done aught to earn my ire?”

“No,” you said quickly, loudly, shaking your head. “I haven’t—I wouldn’t.”

Solus smiled. “Then you needn’t be afraid.” He pressed a button on the handle, and the device’s bulbous head began to vibrate with enough intensity that it seemed to blur, filling the room with a low hum. He pressed it against his hand. Gods above, it sounded aggressive, not unlike the engines on their infernal vehicles.

Without any sort of warning, Solus pressed the large, vibrating head right between your legs. A fraction of a second passed before the sensation registered, it was just that foreign to your nervous system. And then it hit, and the feeling was that of hot, horrible fire. Every single nerve ending blazing with the agonizing heat of very abrupt and very mean overstimulation.

“No-ooh—no! Stop-stop it!” you squealed, your hips twisting in all directions to get away. Your violent reaction caused the ropes binding you to the four corners of the bed to snap taut, the sheets dragging off of the mattress to form a wrinkled pile beneath you, and the wooden bed posts to loudly protest.

Despite that, Solus added more pressure, pushing it past your labia and to the far more sensitive flesh beneath. You screamed. You couldn’t help it, you screamed like an animal would, in a way that would make your throat hurt later. He leaned forward to clap his hand over your open mouth, stifling your wailing. Holding you down.

“Hush now, my dear. They might begin to suspect that you’re not as pure as they believe you to be,” he said, his voice low and intimately close to your ear. Now that he was so close, he was all you could smell. Leather and cold air and a sharp woody scent. You didn’t care that someone could hear, if anything that just made you scream louder. You needed it to stop, you couldn’t handle even a second more of this torment. He huffed, rolling his eyes impatiently. “Do you think I might begin to pity you? Now? Well, rest assured that I won’t. I’ve given you a unique gift. Be grateful.”

He paused, waiting for the response you couldn’t give, not budging even as you bucked up against him. That was involuntary, you were physically unable to keep your body from convulsing. But you did stop screaming, hoping that it would make Solus relent. His expression softened.

“There, that’s not so bad, is it?” Solus cooed, saccharinely sweet. “Now do the only thing you’ve shown even the slightest hint of aptitude for and come for me.”

With that command ringing in your ears, he sat up to watch, his hand still firmly clasped over your mouth and the toy painfully pressed against your vulva.

The order terrified you. That was impossible, you absolutely couldn’t. You pulled at your bound arms and legs with all your might, desperate to get away, but the ropes had no give, you were more likely to hurt yourself than you were to escape. And the harder you struggled, the more you ground against the thing. All you could do was wail into his hand, tears squeezing out of the corners of your closed eyes, your body impossibly taut, drawn in an arc between the ropes and his hand.

“I’ll wait. I do so enjoy watching you like this, writhing and struggling against the inevitability of my will. Take as long as you need, my dear.”

You couldn’t. If you came, it would hurt. Then again, if you didn’t, it would hurt more. He couldn’t hear your pleas, so you tried to beg with your teary eyes. You couldn’t do as he asked. It hurt and you couldn’t, he had to realize that, he had to understand, he had to. It hurt, and even if there was a stirring sort of pleasure within the bombardment of sharp, agonizing heat, you couldn’t do anything with it.

Solus met your pleading gaze. He didn’t care. Amusement shone bright in those pale eyes, twisting his lips up into a familiar smile. It wasn’t like what you imagined with other men. Pity or sympathy was useless against most of them, but Solus couldn’t be manipulated through his desire either. Self control—or maybe it was more accurate to call it sadism—kept him from ever wavering no matter how long it took to force your compliance. You would obey, or you would suffer. He would wait. There wasn’t actually a decision for you to make, just the painful fulfillment of Solus’ merciless order. Obey now, or obey later.

As soon as you gave in, closing your eyes to try and cling to the pleasure within the overwhelming heat, he moved the vibrating head just a little bit to the side, your swollen clit rolling with it, providing a new point of stimulation. It hurt just like everything else, an endless fury of too much, of hellfire. Gods, you nearly blacked out at the excruciating intensity of it. But it worked. You didn’t even have the time to brace yourself before you were coming. It was, like everything else, a painful, sticky, hot, wretched orgasm. Your body locked up like you were having a fit and you twitched and trembled and drooled and cried your way through it, unsure if the cresting pleasure was even good or if you were just twisted enough to interpret pain in the same way as long as it targeted the same parts, as long as it was at Solus zos Galvus’ command.

When you were done, returning to the weeping, whining excess of torturous overstimulation, Solus removed the thing from between your legs and his hand from your mouth. He finally turned it off and, in the absence of the hornet’s nest buzz, your ears rang. You barely reacted when he wiped off his hand, slick with your saliva, on the bunched up material of your nightgown.

“You will forgive me,” Solus said. He didn’t bother to hide his amusement as he dragged two fingers between your labia. The overstimulation was too much, you almost saw white, crying and shaking. But then he sunk two fingers into your pussy, and you were beyond wet enough to make it smooth, and all you could do was choke back a confused moan. It hadn’t felt good, but you had come, and one was never enough. Was that something he had taught you, or were you predisposed to being so depraved? “You will, won’t you? As long as I let you come again, you’ll forgive anything.”

“No,” you moaned hoarsely, trying to squirm away. For all the good that did. He curled his fingers as they dragged out and your mouth fell open wordlessly, any further rejections poofing away like smoke.

“No? It is a wonder that word remains in your vocabulary, considering how worthless it has become.”

You sniffed, knowing better than to rise to his petty bait. “Are you done? With that… that thing.”

“Are you so eager for more?”

“No! No, I can’t, no, I-” You didn’t finish your babbling denial, his fingers driving deep into your pussy with a harsher thrust. “Please. Not again, it… it hurts.”

“Begging is unbecoming of a princess,” Solus chided you. “If you truly want me to stop, you do not beg. You offer something of equal value in return.”

“What?” you asked, more than a little distracted by the fingers that hadn’t stopped pumping in and out of you with terribly slick sounds, moving too slowly to provide any substantial friction yet just fast enough to keep you on edge. You were still jerking in random bursts from the aftershock pain of overstimulation.

“Have you learned nothing about the art of negotiation?” Solus asked, his fingers snapping forward in a way that made your entire body jolt, made you whimper. “Mayhap I wasted my time trying to educate you.”

“I… I do, I know,” you exhaled shakingly, trying to ignore his fingers. “I don’t want that… again… and… And you want… Something. Please, I’ll do anything you ask—whatever you want.”

“I want to watch you come over and over. Until you’re reduced to nothing more than a dripping, trembling mess,” Solus said, emphasizing his words with sharp thrusts, his fingers curling in a way that had you keening. “So you see the problem with your pleas, pathetic and heartfelt as they are. Our wants are not compatible.” He hesitated, considering that. “If you had been smarter in the first place, we might have reached this point of disagreement on equal footing and found a middle ground that would suit us both. Unfortunately, you’ve put yourself in a terribly disadvantageous position. You’ve no power to stop me, and nothing to barter with.”

“It’s-ss not my fault,” you told him, too wrung out and frightened to argue with his cruel interpretation. “You’re the one who-”

“Me?” he demanded incredulously, raising an eyebrow. “You think this is my fault?”

It was. Everything was his fault, the results of his meticulous manipulations. But you didn’t dare say that, not when his eyes were narrowed so dangerously.

“I thought so. Your decisions are what put you in this position,” Solus told you. “You’ve nobody but yourself to blame.” With that, he pulled his fingers out of you entirely, picking up the toy from where he’d left it on the sheets. “We’ll try a lower setting to start with, hm?”

“Nn-no, Your Radiance, please,” you begged, pulling at your legs. You’d have bruises where the rope was cutting into them. He turned the thing on, filling the room with its loud, low hum. “Please, you don’t understand, I can’t… Please, it hurts, please don’t-” When he pressed it directly against your vulva, the vibrations didn’t hurt and burn like before, but it still made your body jerk against the ropes. The bedframe creaked unhappily, matching your own broken cry.

Already you were trembling, the vibrator made it worse. And still, now that it was lower, now that you could differentiate the sensations, now that it wasn’t as furious and intense, you could feel the stirrings of genuine pleasure, hot and twisted in your gut. The low buzzing hum was more insistent than simple friction. There wasn’t any place from which you could draw to know if it was good or bad, not after earlier, but you moaned. And then whined. It was impossible to help. Without his fingers you felt empty, and the excessive stimulation only exacerbated that hollow, anxious sensation.

“That’s much better, isn’t it?” Solus asked, smiling as he looked down at you.

All you could give as an answer was a panicked sort of whine because it was better. A lot, lot better. Good enough to have saliva pooling on your tongue, and your muscles all pulling tense despite your best attempts to relax them. Good enough to make it hard to breathe, especially because he was watching, entertained by the pitiful show. You wondered, even with your head full of lustful fog you wondered, how you had missed the cruelty in his delight for so long, back when you believed him to be a good and noble man. The darkness in his eyes as they watched you squirm and whine, helpless to the pleasurable vibrating, seemed so obvious now. It was his fault, you knew that. But it was also your fault, your mistake, the lesson you couldn’t seem to learn. It didn’t matter that you knew he was cruel, or that he had and would hurt you, or that he was using you. You were going to come anyway, your body was already tightening up, your brain on fire from the unfamiliar stimulation, unable to focus on anything else.

Solus rubbed your thigh, his large hand gentle and strong and warm, almost soothing. You whimpered, that small act of affection feeding the ravenous need in your core. “Solus…” His name wasn’t what you meant to say, to moan. You meant to tell him no, or stop, or don’t, or I can’t, but it was all, just like he said, worthless. Empty words to try and hide the fact that you were moaning, shaking, coming, giving him exactly what he wanted. Just like always.

“Insatiable as you are,” he said as you tried to collect yourself—an impossibility when you were given no reprieve from the relentless vibrations. “I suspect the first dozen will feel quite good. After that, however…” Solus sucked in a breath through his teeth, shrugging theatrically. “I doubt it will be so enjoyable. For you, at least.”

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FFXIV: WoL wants to be bent over the nearest surface (part 2)

A/N: Yep, you read the title correctly. It's based on this request here. I feel it unfair if I do not write this for some of the other characters. I may need to make

Warning: Slightly NSFW

Characters: Erenville, Estinien, Exarch, Fandaniel, Fourchenault, Gaius, Haurchefant, Hien, Zenos

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Note: Established relationships

Context (the ask): Their s/o (WoL) comes up to them, clearly irritated, and just says they have been trying to be subtle about the fact they are in the mood all day but now they just want to be bent over the nearest flat and solid surface.

Erenville

so this was why you were so fidgety today

why didn't you just say so sooner?

he wouldn't have denied you

he would waste no time at all, getting you prepared

you would both get what you wanted in due time

needless to say, this would go on for the remainder of the day/night

Estinien

he wouldn't care too much about what he bent you over

and from your begging, you didn't care either

you pay no mind to the fact that you two have this habit of making love in public places

you both seemed to be a bit too impatient with minds clouded by lust for one another

luckily you've never been caught

Exarch

He's shocked when you tell him what you want

he didn't even realize you were in that sort of mood

are you sure you want that from him?

it's not that he isn't happy to oblige

he is, more than you could know

but for you of all people to ask him, the person he's wanted for the longest time-

he'd clear his throat before telling you to rid yourself of your clothes

he'd need to make it clear to the guard that no one was to enter the Ocular under any circumstances

when he returns to you, he fulfils your ever need and desire

Fandaniel

Oh he knows all about your little "problem"

but he's going to pretend not to know

he has every intention to let you suffer a while longer

should you push his buttons, he might just give you what you want

"This was your intention, was it not?"

a hate-fuck if you will

and it wouldn't be just one surface

and with your permission, he'd test your limits of how many times he could make you release

Fourchenault

Thank the gods you two don't work together

despite his better judgement and his pride, he would have had you right there at his desk

while that may have been a fantasy, it was not a reality

yes, you visited him at work in your "state", but he just couldn't risk anything indecent happening at work, should someone find out

word does spread, and he'd rather not have that be an issue

however, he would have no problem with bending you over his desk at home in his study

with you being away and him working, you two were more than willing to give into your urges

Gaius

"Is that what this is about?"

he'd be happy to oblige

be prepared because you're not going to be able to walk for a week

he wouldn't even tease you, because from how you were acting, all desperate just for him, you'd suffered enough

you deserved some relief with your pleasure

Haurchefant

there was no subtly when it came to you

he would know immediately what you'd want

"Y/N, we have better places to be, do we not? We should hurry back home."

he knew that you were impatient, but you knew that he'd give you all that you needed once he had you against the wall or on the bed

Hien

He'd tease you relentless once he'd figure out what was going on

it wouldn't be fun if he gave into you right away, would it?

eventually he would relieve you

but he was undecisive

"Where should I bend you over, Y/N? Right here, or shall I take you to my chambers?"

Zenos

He knew that you were needy

it was entertaining for him to witness you

and perhaps he's do some things to make it worse

let his hands linger on your waist or deepen the kiss, but pull away only to have you chase his lips

you weren't slick, he saw you press your legs together when he appeared in your shared room with nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist

not to mention he was soaking wet

it was just enough to make your beg him, and he couldn't say no to you

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