"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ᴄʟɪᴠᴇ ʀᴏꜱꜰɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴄɪᴅᴏʟꜰᴜꜱ ᴛᴇʟᴀᴍᴏɴ, ʜᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴜᴘᴋᴀ
✭ pairing(s): clive rosfield, cid(olfus) telamon, hugo kupka (seperate) x gn reader
✩ inspo: feel like shit need my head between someones boobs rn
✩ in which: he gets to find comfort in your chest, so why don't you give it a try?
✧ a/n: i wanted to add jill to this SOOO BAD but i fear it'd seem sleazy... sigh... also i kinda Want kupka... i dunno. i could make that man reevaluate his sexuality
✦ taglist: @shinysora
🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, lots of boob talk. if it wasnt obvious, this ones kinda longwinded :P, not proofread
✎ wc: 1.4k
⎯ Clive Rosfield
CLIVE tends to be a bit awkward. It doesn’t matter how long you two have been together, if you point out that he’s so much as a centimeter close, he flusters. Part of it is stubbornness, that he doesn’t deserve such tenderness when his work isn’t nearly halfway done. He deprives himself of your touch simply because why would he deserve it? Those kinds of gentle acts and lingering touches are wasted on a man like him. The other part is because he’s… Clive. Thirty Three and he still blushes like a boy, even if you hold hands, or so much as look at him in a slightly flirtatious manner. Despite all this, however, there is one thing he allows himself. On the very rare occasion that he allows himself to rest, he quite enjoys laying on your chest. It’s the steady beat of your heart and the rise and fall of your chest that truly lulls him to sleep. He finds himself lost without it.
While his reasoning is quite adorable, when you start thinking about how… well endowed he is, yours isn’t quite as pure. Who can blame you though? An outlaw in your hands, body sculpted and refined over the years. You ought to give that rack attention or else all is for naught. So, of course you hatch your plan. You’d hate to catch Clive in one of his most vulnerable moments, what if he never let you get close again? You lay in wait, passing the time by pacing around his room. He had sent a Stolas earlier, with good tidings. He would be back soon, and that he would at least have one day of off time to spare. Such wonderful news, it practically made you skip around the room as you waited.
And when he finally opens the doors to his chamber, shucking off his sheath and blade from his shoulder, you’re all too eager to pounce. He barely has time to process the fact that you’re in the room before you practically jump at him, face landing in his chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze, letting out a sigh of contentment to finally have your head between these two majestic peaks. You stay like that for a minute or more, head in the clouds. Clive is horrifyingly still. When you finally look up at him to acknowledge him, a mix of horror, confusion, embarrassment, and levity flashes across his face. He doesn’t know if you meant to do that (oh, you full well did), or if it was a horrifying mistake. One that you took great enjoyment in. Slowly, he gives in, with your cheek pressed against his chest. He finally wrapped his arms around you with a sigh, muttering an ‘I missed you too, my love.’
⎯ Cidolfus Telamon
Oh, your sweet and charming CID. Gentle, yet rough in all the right ways, unabashed with how much he loves you and what he loves about you (everything). That being said, behind closed doors his touches grow more bolder. Aged as he is, he’s not one to curb his wants or needs. In between his little jaunts, he always spares you a kiss, a little touch here and there. And if he’s lucky, he enjoys just holding you. Allowing himself to just be. For all his jokes and remarks, he’s quite the soft man. Doesn’t mean he won’t get a kick out of teasing you, though. Kissing your cheek, down to your jaw, to your neck, past the collarbone– “Oh, do you mind if I go lower, love?”, yet he never does. He simply enjoys feeling your pulse jump, skip, and stutter against his lips.
Well, you aren’t afraid to go lower, that’s certain. The problem is how you’d find a way without him reading into your tricks. Any little scheme you were up to was quickly caught and snuffed out, and returned with mischief tenfold. Or, if he was in a no-nonsense mood, he’d set you out on errands. Fill up your schedule so you couldn’t scheme anymore. Even for a silly little kiss. What a pain in the ass, You’d be better off just asking him, but then again, where’s the fun in that? Might as well do it when you can, when he’s locked away in his quarters. It’s not like he minds when you’re there, anyways, so there would be nothing out of the ordinary. It was a matter of how you’d be able to slip into his lap and finally get him to trip over himself.
On a rainy evening, Cid had taken it upon himself to get busy. Not the fun kind, where he showers you in kisses, his hands wandering everywhere. No, the real kind of busy, where he could only give you nods and grunts as a form of acknowledgement. You didn’t want to interrupt his work, but you also had nothing else to do aside from sweep around the Hideaway– a never-ending task. And, to be honest, you were starting to get sick of the lack of attention. You stalk over with a cocky smirk on your face, your hands sliding over his shoulders. You give him no time to protest, kicking the leg of his chair and sweeping it away so you have just enough space to sit on his lap. All he can stammer out is a simple “love–”, before you pressed your cheek to his left breast. Ah, this life is worth living. You can hear his heart pick up for just a second, while you no doubt look a little blissed out, if not pervy. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, he places a large hand on your hip. For the next couple of hours, you sit in his lap, pampered like a cat with your head against his chest, too stubborn to move. Founder, if you left his bosom, it’d truly be the death of all things beautiful.
⎯ Hugo Kupka
You’ve really won the lottery with HUGO. A big strong man, tall and broad, and an excellent rack to match. His heart was about as big as his boobs, and Founder, how he doted upon you. He could berate an entire room of councilmen, and turn around and be just so sweet on you. Big and brutish he may be, but he’s as sweet as a babe in your arms. When he wants to be, at least. Most of the time he’s as fierce as a lion, needy and ready to get his fill. Yet there are some times where he’s as docile as a sheep, comfortable to lounge about with you. Play with your hair, maybe indulge in a little dance or two. Not that he’s any good at it. But it doesn’t matter, does it?
One of his favorite things seems to be pulling you in for an excessively long (and tight) hug when he’s sick of all the dribble he’s had to hear from the political figures. His mind is brighter when it comes to fighting, and sometimes it makes his head spin. Not that he can’t keep up, of course. Either way, you are just lucky enough to be tit-height, while he is blissfully unaware of your perversion. Who can blame you, though? He pulls you right in, and you aren’t going to push away. You do your best to make sure your mind doesn’t stray too far, worried that he may catch on and not afford you such kindness anymore. He wouldn’t, regardless, but… something about him knowing, you have no idea how he’d react.
Regardless, you find your way to enjoy such moments as much as you can. When you two lay down, you lay down on top of him, which he is all too happy about. Sitting in his lap, acting tired so you get a chance to rest your head against his chest, and much more silly things that would make you look like a spoiled royal to the guard, despite being a near opposite. Spoiled, yes. But not in the way you’re feigning fear or illness just to steal Hugo away from his guard and what not. He enables you, even if he doesn’t know it, and you just can’t get enough. His body hardened by his own ways, and yet his tits are just so soft. The world is a cruel mistress, not allowing you or anyone else a moment of proper rest, no matter how blessed they were. So why not enjoy the simple things?
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