NEW SMUT JUST DROPPED!!

But like it’s also an exploration of Haurchefant’s character, from his pov~

Louder than Sirens, Louder than Bells by OGMadster

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XIV

Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Complete Work 21 Mar 2023

Ships Haurchefant Greystone/Warrior of Light

Other Tags WoL!Kyler Drake (OC), Haurchefant Greystone, Shameless Smut, but also yearning, Character Study, Romantic Fluff, Pillow Talk, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Sweat, Hint of Angst, Scars, Implied/Referenced torture (past), Aftercare

Summary Sweeter than Heaven, and Hotter than Hell… -- Haurchefant has fallen fast and hard for the Warrior of Light. Grappling with it, as ever, is the difficult part, especially when he looks so lovely in his bed, in his arms... -- Post ARR quest 2.3.14, Brave New Companions The first scene is a direct sequel to the last work in this series, Longings Realized. The second scene takes place a few days later.

Part 5 of Kyler Drake, Warrior of Light

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This is the piece I teased in that reblog meme from @ainyan ! If you end up reading, I hope you enjoy~

Accompanied by a note that simply said,

You don’t get to have all the fun. - ♠ P.s. You know where to find me.

@vazaymir

Asks for a Fic Writer! 🔆

Well! I've been tagged by the very nifty @eemamminy-art, so how can I refuse? Thanks, mate! <3

1. how many works do you have on AO3? Only 41. It feels like more, but that's because I've got a couple of works that are obscenely long. Like, two series that are (so far) over half a million words, each

2. what's your total AO3 word count? ...1,524,864. That...is intimidating o_O

3. what fandoms do you write for? At the moment, just Stardew Valley and Final Fantasy XIV. I'd like to write for a couple more fandoms (like Baldur's Gate 3, as I am having a blast), but I just don't have the time as it is to work on the current series I have going D:

4. what are your top five fics by kudos? I don't have a lot of kudos on my fics because most of my works are long series with lots of chapters, so while they get quite a few hits and many return readers, only one kudos per visitor @_@ Friends With Benefics (FFXIV, NSFW), a spicy Thancred/Urianger one-shot that I really wanna revisit and turn into a mini-series :3c Sunshine on a Cloudy Day (SDV, SFW), a soft Sam/Sebastian work, one of my first ones, dealing with depression, and how it's hard to get people around you to understand that. Fortunately, Sam does :) Tales of Loss and Fire and...Love (FFXIV, SFW), a fluffy piece, just Thancred and Estinien being bros, having some drinks and bonding, before the Scions leave for Sharlayan. They have a lot in common, like shared trauma that they can finally talk about :( Formality and Debauchery (FFXIV, NSFW), the second of my Estimeric Week works, the prompt was "gala," so I decided that Aymeric had to figure out a way to get Estinien to join him at a high-society event, and did so creatively ;) Rose & Sunflower: The NSFW Chapters (SDV, NSFW), as my first Stardew fic series (Rose & Sunflower 1: The Music Within) was initially being posted to the SDV forums, before being cross-posted to AO3 several months later, I decided that any spicy scenes would have to have their own work so that I could keep posting on the forums. Thus, the NSFW Chapters are all of the naughty parts that couldn't make it into the "main" story. ...And gave me the chance to try a few "what if" ideas, too, that aren't "canon" to the rest of the story but are a lot of fun >:3c 5. do you respond to comments? Absolutely! Comments make my entire hecking day, and I love being able to interact with my readers, I'm just all, THANK YOU FOR EATING MY FOOD, I HOPE IT WAS DELICIOUS <3

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? An End to Hope (FFXIV, SFW), just for the challenge, for the second Estimeric Week event, I decided to see if I could actually do a "bad ending" fic. So this is what might have happened if Aymeric had been possessed by Nidhogg's eyes instead of Estinien >:D 7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I want to say the first book in my Rose & Sunflower series, since I was so chuffed to have completed a project I wasn't sure I could follow through on. But I had been going through a bad patch for a while when writing book 3 (A Different Perspective), and almost didn't finish it, as I lost the drive and physical ability to write for over half a year. So it was both a happy ending for both the characters and myself to see the entire trilogy completed ;_;

8. do you get hate on fics? Thankfully, no. So far I have been so fortunate to only have had positive and constructive feedback, and I treasure every person who has left those remarks :D

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? Of my 41 works, *checks and does math*, 16 or 17 are smut/nsfw in some fashion, and is a lower number than I'd have expected. But again, I am prone to lengthy works, so while the number of dirty fics is relatively low, the lewd content per word is very high. All of it is m/m (so far), mostly 'cause the characters I'm working with just work that way. It's also diverse; some of it is normal pr0n, often there's poly/multiple partners, a bit of BDSM, and a few light kinks here and there. Heck, I forgot all I've done, 'cause now and then I go and backread things to check something and go "wait, I don't remember writing that! ...Hot" XD

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written? I enjoy writing crossovers, but don't do them that often. The best/craziest one is Ishguardians- The Factions of Coerthas, which, yeah, isn't so much a "crossover" as it is "Ghost in the Shell meets FFXIV," but it's more than just a futuristic AU. It was basically one lengthy excuse to flex with several of my personal knowledge sets, and was a heck of a challenge to get so many "moving parts" working smoothly, and I'm quite proud of it \o/

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Not yet, to my knowledge, and I'm hoping it stays that way. Hooray, I'm too unimportant! :P

12. have you ever had a fic translated? I haven't had that, either. While my work is interesting, there's just not been enough interest in getting it translated/localized

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Yet again, nope. I've got a few RPs with a couple of people, but as far as fics go, I've always been working on my own

14. what's your all-time favourite ship? OOF, that's a hard one. I've got a lot that make my brain go brrrr, but... Funny as it is, Elliott (SDV) and my OC (Lysander). I played Elliott's romance route the first time I played SDV because he looked like a sweetie (and an aspiring writer? Heck yes!), and was floored at how closely our respective stories/motivations/desires paralleled. I'd been wanting to pursue a writing career for ages as well, but never had the courage, so after completing his story and seeing him find success with his novel after we helped him get there, I smashed down my fear and gave writing fic a go, at the same time fully developing and fleshing out an OC I'd had a hard time properly giving life. And the success with that series gave me the confidence and experience to keep doing more fics, and eventually my own original works. I just got a second original short story accepted for publication last year, so yeah, those two will forever be precious to me <3

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Probably "Rose and Sunflower 4." I've got a few ideas (technically, I have ideas for both a fourth AND a fifth book), but with work and life just being loopy, and lacking proper meds for ADHD and other things, I just don't have the spell slots at the moment. I'm also neck-deep in my FFXIV OC's lore, doing a crazy long series that follows his own version of the story, and that's taking up pretty much all of my writing time not devoted to specific projects for exchanges or events or the like :-\

16. what are your writing strengths? Action sequences, and character-driven dialogue. Again, "Ishguardians" was the opportunity to write an action film, more or less, and I have a surprising knack for not only snappy one-liners and comebacks, but also some deeply raw and heartfelt moments. I've got range :D

17. what are your writing weaknesses? I am shit at creating conflict. It's why I've not been able to get a writing career completely off the ground. I'm an engineer, a gamer, and a soldier; I solve problems on purpose! So deliberately creating situations that drive the plot and characters that doesn't feel contrived or "but this shouldn't actually be a problem/a thing" is genuinely difficult for me

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Done right, it can add to the work. I've done it myself, as while my OCs aren't necessarily multilingual, they have picked up a few phrases and the like, so now and then that gets used to convey something specific in a scene. My personal rule is that if I haven't taken at least Level 1 in a language myself, I don't use it. Because while I can use Google Translate or the like to get my result, I still want to check it myself to make sure it's got the right context/grammar/whatever, which can sometimes be lost with automatic translation. ...But, since I've done level 1 with about six or seven languages so far, I've got a decent range to work with ;P

19. first fandom you wrote for? Stardew Valley. I had tried to write for something else in the past, like, in the 90s, but I don't remember what it was, and I crumpled it all up/deleted it before I could post it anywhere, so it's all been (thankfully) memory holed and lost to time. SDV was my first true foray into fics and creative writing. Well, creative writing that I actually enjoyed >_>

20. favourite fic you've written? Again, oof, that's tough. It's a tie between R&S1 and "A Song of Memories," as both are my OC's stories in SDV and FFXIV respectively, but R&S was where I finally took the terrifying plunge into fics, and therefore started my career as an author. Conversely, ASoM is a goddamn epic, and all of my strengths as a writer, storyteller, and worldbuilder are on full display. The R&S series still holds up, and you can definitely see what the characters would "evolve" into in ASoM, as well as looking back and seeing just how much of R&S influenced them :)

Okay! Time to tag some d00ds so they can have their turn! @yaminohere, @burgiethewriter, @nateharmonica, and @nanasamantha, feel free to have at it! I had wanted to tag a few more people, but apparently I don't follow that many writers after all, and several of them haven't updated their blogs in a few years o_O

okay but your wife had a good point about you playing ffxiv that i really think should be considered more carefully. ngl i feel like this is an addict trying to draw another person into addiction and i'd be more sorry but at the same time if it got you to thirst for these characters HOOOOO oh man I'd die (also thank you so much your comment was really super sweet you are a star)

SHE DOES... a huge amount of her friends play it, but she wasn't able to get into it. she's an OSRS enjoyed, lmao. alas, i know i need to try FFXIV... i'm simply a dumb bitch and it looks complicated. so much to do. so much to look at. but i am nothing if not a dumb bitch who will play a game just for cute characters.

i feel like we have to do an FMA-tier equivalent exchange. you get me to play FFXIV, i get you to play genshin. (or at least watch the cutscenes and read about the characters. u know. plenty of characters to be cupcake'd into debauchery) two addicts peddling each others' wares.

(and ofc, u deserve all the nice comments!)

A Dangerous Game

Fandom: FFXIV Rating: E Pairing: Estimeric, Implied Past Aymeric de Borel/Artoirel Fortemps Word Count: 5.7k Tags: Established Relationship, Masquerade, Jealousy, Teasing, Possessive Behaviour, Marking, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Semi-Public Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Spit as Lube, Spanking, Rough Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, POV First Person, POV Estinien Wyrmblood

Summary: All in Eorzea knows lavish balls are ubiquitous in Eorzea, but only those among the chosen few know the truth behind the annual masquerade. A carefully guarded secret where nobles are free to let loose and none shall claim to remember what happened in the morning, it provides the perfect locale for Aymeric and Estinien to flaunt their relationship without fear of any consequences.

It also grants Aymeric a chance to finally make good on his promise to tease Estinien into a jealous frenzy. But when that playful spark ignites into something more fierce at the sight of his lover in Artoirel's arms, it's Aymeric's hide that's going to reap the punishment - and the reward.

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Masquerades were something of a tradition in Ishgard, an extension of the grand balls favored by the nobles, but with their own particular set of unspoken rules. One: you must wear your mask at all times. Two: even if you know who is behind a mask, you maintain the pretense of anonymity. And three: what happened at the masquerade was not spoken of once the masks came off. The last was a rule very strictly enforced by those who enjoyed the freedom of such events, to the point that even the most notorious gossips of the Pillars did not whisper of what they had seen.

Naturally, this made them a tantalizing locale for all sort of licentious and morally unrestrained activities, as the duty-bound nobles shed their responsibilities for but one night and indulged in whatever their hearts desired. The policy was very much 'don't ask, don't tell', and so long as any true debauchery took place away from the public eye (and was fully consensual), everyone pretended not to notice the various games being played between partygoers.

Of course, it was still a social event at its core, and not even the most salacious-minded among the attendees would ever consider promiscuity to be the intent. There was drinking and dancing and socializing as well, and those who had friendships outside the alliances of their houses were allowed to indulge them as much as those who had licentious intentions.

It was, in short, the perfect place to flaunt our relationship without risking anything at all. So long as we both wore our masks, no one could say a word about what they saw, and Aymeric's reputation as Lord Commander would remain intact even if he were caught on his knees before me. It also meant he could finally make good on his promise to make me jealous.

My jaw clenched to see the flirtatious way he dragged his hand down another man's arm, a dark-haired fellow in a black and red beaked mask that I suspected was Artoirel de Fortemps but honestly wasn't certain. The only person whose identity I knew for sure was Aymeric, the blue swirls on his mask unmistakable, at least to my eye. Maybe-Artoirel laughed at something he said, a throaty sound that had me mildly concerned for the survival of my teeth as I ground them together.

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FFXIV Write Entry #2: Cursed Covenant

Prompt: aberrant || Master Post || On AO3

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“Do you even know how hard it is to make the front page of the Eye for a night of drunken debauchery?” Rereha said disparagingly, pulling herself up onto the chair.

The newspaper—indeed, a copy of the Mythril Eye, its front-page reporting on the aftermath of an orgy-turned-somnus-bust in lurid detail—being held in front of the table’s other seated patron folded over, and Nero glared at the lalafell over the rims of his tinted glasses. “First, don’t think I didn’t notice that deliberate choice of word in there,” he sniped, and sniffed derisively at Rere’s delighted, juvenile giggle. “Second, how the fuck did you know I was here?”

“Saw you from the third-floor solar of the Rising Stones,” she said, gently laying her bow on the tabletop and unceremoniously dumping her pack next to it. “And ain’t no mistaking that particular combination of platinum blonde hair and bloody red doublet. If you don’t want to be recognized from a distance, wear blue.”

“I’ll wear blue when Synnove decides she isn’t going to decapitate that Hannish fop with her bare hands.”

Rereha cackled in amusement, tipping her hat in a salute as Nero snapped his broadsheet back into place, and gave the waitress her breakfast order when the hyur came over.

Gloom hung over Mor Dhona, as it was wont to do five times out of six; Synnove had stayed overnight after conferring with Urianger and the twins (the elezen ones, not the carbuncle ones) about something arcanima-related, but had immediately teleported home to Limsa Lominsa that morning as soon as the weather began to turn, her face twisted into the peculiar grimace she wore during a synesthesia-induced migraine. Heron was assisting Slafborn with some sort of planned sortie with a number of other adventurers deep into gigas territory, and Alakhai had been gone to who-knew-where before anyone else had awakened, while the rest of the Scions were scattered about Eorzea on assorted business.

And Rere, not having any current immediate obligations since the Twin Adders had her out on permanent ‘loan’ to the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, had spotted Nero sitting at a back table on the House of Splendors’ patio among the breakfast rush, and decided now was as good a time as any to see about implementing a little idea of hers.

A fun little idea she’d been rolling around her brain for a while now.

Rereha grinned into her newly arrived tea, and settled to the task of devouring her breakfast. Never conduct business on an empty stomach, after all.

As she scraped the last of her cheese-smothered scrambled eggs and smoked sausage and dragon pepper sauce into a pile of gooey, greasy goodness, Nero closed his newspaper and folded it in half, tossing it onto the table next to his own empty plate. He stared at her as she shoveled her perfect final bite into her mouth.

“All right,” he said waspishly, picking up his coffee mug, “what is it that Eorzea’s premier degenerate wants?”

She chewed thoroughly and swallowed, because while she was a degenerate, but she was a degenerate with manners. As she dabbed her mouth clean with a napkin and pushed her plate aside, Rere said, “I’m hurt, Nero. You’re a friend! I like to spend time with my friends, even the ones who wanted to shove me into a primal-eating warmachina at one point just to see what would happen.”

The lalafell smiled, angling her head just enough that she was sure she could catch the morning sunlight on her teeth in a blinding smile against her dark skin.

Nero pushed his sunglasses up his nose, and took a pointedly loud slurp of coffee.

Rere pouted. “Damnit, too thick again.” She glanced at him and said, sly, “It’s like your accent when you get too worked up and slip back into Garlean, the Echo translates it so you sound like an Eastern Thanalani hick who’s never had tea served properly with goat’s milk.”

“That’s more like it,” the Garlean muttered into his cup. He frowned, then, and tilted his head at her. “Why wouldn’t one have goat’s milk with their tea?”

“Argh!” Rereha shoved her hat back and faceplanted onto the table, hands flat next to her face. “Stupid northern farmer stock, stop making my insults fall flat!”

“Get new material. Get to the point, too, while you’re at it.”

“Fine, fine.” She grabbed her pack, opening it and digging into it. After a moment’s rummaging, she yanked out a rolled-up piece of parchment, and shoved the pack aside once more. Dropping it next to her, she crossed her arms on the table and stared at Nero. “I want you to build me a bow. A very special kind of bow.”

His sunglasses of course hid his eyes, but she recognized that particular twitch of his left cheek that usually meant he was interested. “And why should I do that?” he said, because he wouldn’t be Nero if he didn’t play a little bit hard to get.

Rereha smiled, and held up a finger. “One,” she said primly, “Cid won’t, because he doesn’t create weapons. We are going to ignore the whole thing with the G-Warrior, because we shouldn’t judge a man wanting to get his grubby little engineering hands all over a hot pristine Allagan warmachina.”

Nero muttered something that sounded like, The audacity of not telling myself or Synnove.

She didn’t comment. That had been very rude of Cid.

“Two,” she continued, raising another finger, “this would not be Synnove’s specialty. She likes engineering, but this requires precision and knowledge currently outside her wheelhouse, and while I have no doubt she would become a master in the course of this project, I’d rather not wait the extra time this will take.”

He hummed noncommittally; he’d become significantly less likely to bristle at the mention of other people’s brilliance in the last few years…so long as those other people weren’t present, at least.

“Finally,” Rereha said, holding up a third finger, “and most importantly: you do create weapons, you do have the precision and knowledge already to pull this off, and you have exactly the kind of creative deviousness necessary to ensure this is a masterwork.”

Nero tipped his sunglasses back down his nose, and harrumphed. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” he drawled. “What’s the project?”

She slid the parchment across the table towards him.

He picked it up and unrolled it, so it was flat before him. For a few long moments, he merely looked at it, absorbing what she had roughly sketched out, his blue eyes darting over to the corner to read some of her notes. And then his eyebrows began to rise.

“This,” Nero said, precise in a way that was deeply judgmental, “is an abomination.”

Rereha hummed in agreement.

“Absolutely disgusting.”

She shrugged, a what can you do? gesture.

Nero’s eyes glittered with manic energy as he looked at her. “I love it.”

Her grin was wide and demented and absolutely evil.

Pretty fatphobic of FFXIV to only have fat people in the city denounced for its debauchery and gluttony and whatever other hedonistic sins take place there.

How to not be fatphobic? Let there be fat characters that AREN'T symbols of lazy idleness. Also give us fat options on the character creation screen. I can swashbuckle with a belly and still be cute af.

FFXIVWrite 2019 | Prompt #25: Angel

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

FFXIV Write 2019 | Prompt #25: Trust | Rating: E

Warnings for: sexual content, NPCxWoL, religious imagery being applied to sex, my usual brand of dom/sub, and so on. Further warnings under cut because they’re all kink-related!

Do not press that Read More link if you are under age of majority!

Warnings (contd.): praise kink, dom/sub, usage of the phrases “good boy” and “ser” in a sexual setting, WoLxAymeric, gender-neutral WoL, Aym being made to admit his kinks, orgasm delay/denial

All those good to you? Read on! If not, please close the tab/press the back button!

The Warrior of Light is an untouchable entity. They are sacred, sanctified by divine providence and unprecedented might, and yet Aymeric watches them peel their clothing off piece as if he is worthy of such a sight. They smile at him while working at the clasps on their earrings, setting each piece of jewelry on his vanity without asking permission, and ask, “Do you trust me, Aym?”

“Always,” he answers in a rush. 

Their smile grows a little lopsided (familiar and so much more attainable than the way they look down at him with the spirit of a saint taking residence in their bones) and they finish slipping the remnants of their smallclothes off. He very pointedly does not note how well their underwear hugs the muscle of their hips and ass when they turn from him to step out of them. Had Aymeric not been blessed by Halone and baptised into her service, he knows he would not have been able to resist such temptation as the curve of their bare neck. As it is, he salivates not unlike a beast at the pang of hunger that overtakes his mind for a long moment. 

The Warrior is kind to him and does not leave him waiting, but Aymeric still feels underprepared for their lips on his. They touch him in a way that suggests he obey, guiding him to lay down and allow himself to relax, and it’s such a joyous way to give in to their will that Aymeric is all but lost before they begin. They pull back from him, breathing the same air with how closely their lips mirror his, and ask, “Tell me what you want, Aymeric. You’ll be good for me.”

Aymeric, for all his many virtues, is still a creature of need. When given such an order, he is all but helpless to resist even when the thought of voicing his wants causes his face to flush all the way to the tips of his ears. “Pray, grant me a moment to…” He falters, voice caught in his throat when his mind cannot avoid the many images of his dearest Warrior in states of undress and debauchery. “...think. A moment to think, if you please.”

“Take all the time you need, love,” they soothe, smoothing a hand down his chest to begin working at the buttons of his underclothes. “We have all night.”

Aymeric bites back a groan at the thought of them lounging around for hours on end, naked as the day they were born, and admits, “I have not given these desires much thought past avoiding them.”

The Warrior laughs goodnaturedly. “So they appear at inopportune times?” “Usually, yes.”

“Like when you’re at work,” they guess, “and leading negotiations, then. What are you thinking of? A warm mouth on you under your desk?” Aymeric jolts and they watch with a satisfied simper when his hands twitch toward the front of their pants. “No touching. We agreed I would do whatever you like after you tell me what you want most. Treat this like confession, Ser Aymeric, and tell me what trials trouble your soul.”

“By Halone,” he curses, “I doubt there will ever come a time confession will seem so innocently cathartic again.”

“Maybe I should filch one of those uniforms and see if the Fury smites me─”

Aymeric allows himself to imagine the sight of them in the familiar colors and cut of the church’s uniform but the image is quickly perverted to something far less innocent than the Warrior kneeling to pray. He wants them in his colors more than that of Halone. He wants to wrap them in the blue of House Borel and see to it that his claim to their hand is publicly known. 

“Have something to say?”

He manages a quiet, nearly choked off, “My clothing. If you would be… amenable to wear it.”

They shuffle off of the bed to grab his customary coat, pulling it on without any other layers made to line the inside, and climb back on top of him. “This is rather comfortable. I may be so inclined to steal it again in the future.” 

“I meant it casually, but now I feel nothing you touch will be left safe to Sunday confessionals,” Aymeric laments. 

They shrug and reply, “I know you won’t be much for puritanical sermons after I finish giving you everything you need. Tell me more?”

“I would like to see you atop me more often, like now.”

“And?”

Aymeric swallows, knotting a hand in the sheets as if the feel of fabric could ground him more than the heat of his love sitting squarely on his hips. “You could order me to do what you like.”

They hum happily and lean down to pepper his face in kisses. “You know how to tell me to stop, right?”

“Wyrm, yes.”

“Good boy,” they praise. It’s a test, a new name they are not sure he will take to in the least and they enjoy the shudder Aymeric give them in response. “Did you like that?”

He hisses when they shift and press a little too harshly on the bulge in the front of his pants, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting up his spine. “I… yes.” They reward his honesty with a smattering of marks reaching from his jaw nearly down to his collarbone, each one light and easily healed by a potion or flash of white magic, until Aymeric stutters through an exhale and asks, “More, please?”

They draw further confession from him with each action─dirtying his coat when he admits to his wish to see how they take their pleasure, denying him the release he all but writhes for when he says he doesn’t want their session to end so soon, not allowing him to hide his face when his mortification in asking for their fingers becomes too much (a requested step beyond their usual go-to way of comforting him)─until Aymeric is near incoherent. 

“Are you ready, my love? We need to bring you down.” 

He nods and they give him one last push, feeling wetness spill over their hand as he cums. Aymeric is a vision beneath them, debauched as he is, and they wonder how Halone would create a man so divine and do aught else but keep him with her in the heavens. He shivers with aftershocks and they soothe him through it, cleaning up and making sure he is situated beneath the sheets the moment they finish sponging him down. It would not do to catch a cold from bad aftercare. 

They toss his coat into the hamper and shimmy into a woolen robe before climbing into bed next to him. “Was that alright?”

He pulls them close and speaks with a slight slur born of tiredness when thanking them in half sentences. The Warrior pets his hair gently until he slips off to sleep before slapping their hands over their face and feeling their cheeks warm to the point of nearly steaming. 

To do such a thing! To the Lord Commander, no less! Established relationship or no, they are so thoroughly embarrassed by their own words it’s a wonder they do not immolate. Aymeric enjoyed it, they rationalize, so I was not too terrible, perhaps. 

They drift off to the sounds of his breathing and the thought that maybe (just maybe) they could have him do the same for them next time. 

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“Haurchefant supports sluts.”

-My actual IRL wife

“Two can play this game.- ♠”

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Intoxicating That little potion that you are making A little sip can get your heart to racing I can feel it in my bones From my head to my toes

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Entry #12: More Like Me

FFxiv 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt #12: Caste The Quicksand was a den of debauchery and desperation, as Faye well knew. Unfortunately, it was also a place where people of all walks of life passed through--and often got inebriated enough to loosen their tongues and inhibitions, in the process. All things considered, it was a gathering place, and a wealth of information and connections if one got lucky. She liked to stop by to linger and people-watch whenever any business or errands brought her to Ul’dah. 

She stood along the railing at the edge of the room, idly watching as the tavern’s patrons drank and conversed as the tables and bar.  “That dress looks absolutely stunning on you,” came a male voice from beside her. Her gaze cut toward the man from the corner of her eye, not bothering to turn her head toward him. The Midlander man with a glass of wine in hand, like her, looked notably more polished than most of the Quicksand’s usual clientele. “Thank you kindly, sir,” she responded, unsurprised the man stuck around after he’d paid his compliment. “It’s good to see a woman around here who’s not half-naked. It’s rare to find anyone with self-respect. So what are you doing in a place like this? It doesn’t seem like your kind of environment. Looking for company like everyone else?”  She pursed her lips together for a moment, keeping any thoughts on the man’s words to herself and measuring a careful response instead. “Mm, the Quicksand attracts all kinds, I find. I’m just relaxing and enjoying some people-watching before I board the airship for home,” she explained. He raised his eyebrows in forced surprise, stating as if he hadn’t realized it before he had even approached her, “Oh, I think I’ve seen you around before.” “Is that so?” she prompted. One more observant might have noticed the subtle hint of disinterest in her voice. He did not. “I am around quite often.” He nodded his head. “Yeah. You were with some Miqo’te fellow.” “Ah, yes, that was probably my fiance. Blonde Seeker of the Sun, vulgar mouth, terrible manners?” “Maybe. That does ring a bell. Fiance? I thought you two might be together, but, ah, I didn’t want to make any assumptions. I didn’t think it would be so serious as to be engagement.” Faye quirked a blonde eyebrow. “The world is full of surprises, isn’t it?” “So where is he?” the man asked. She haplessly lifted her shoulders into a dainty shrug. “At home, I suppose. Perhaps off somewhere causing trouble.” “Oh?” The man feigned a look of concern. “He should be here with you. Ul’dah can be a dangerous place. No woman should be left unattended here. You’re okay with him being off on his own and not knowing what he’s doing instead of him being at your side?” She forced a polite smile onto her lips. “I appreciate your worry, but I can handle myself just fine. Yes, I’m quite all right with things as they are. My betrothed needn’t be by my side at every waking moment.” “Oh, no, I didn’t mean to imply that,” he insisted. “I guess I’m just a little caught off guard by it all.” He straightened his jacket, unnecessarily and audibly clearing his throat. “It’s just, you seem to have gil and some measure of importance. I’m surprised you’d choose to be with someone like the man you described--or a Miqo’te in general--rather than some sort of rich nobleman like most would expect.” Someone more like me, she knew were the unspoken words at the end of his explanation. She gave the most innocent smile she could muster. “My fiance may not have gil or status, but he is a good man. Unfortunately, most of those I’ve met who fancied themselves noble types have all been the same. Showering me in empty compliments, treating me like some damsel in distress, talking down to me as if I won’t even notice, fancying themselves as much more intelligent and charming than they truly are. I guess I was looking for something different, and Val did not disappoint. He’s honest, and strong, and fearless.” He cleared his throat once more, lifting a hand to adjust his collar. “Fair enough. It’s unfortunate you ran into that type of man so often; I’m sure there are other sorts of noblemen, but I’m glad you’ve found your happiness. Ah, my drink is empty. I need a refill.” He didn’t wait for a response before hurrying off to the bar on the opposite side of the Adventurer’s Guild, where Faye watched him head straight for a “half-naked” Miqo’te woman and strike up a conversation. He did not return. Faye’s lips rested in a smug grin of contentment. Oh yes, she was glad she had married “down.”  ( @its-the-val-pal )

parthmakeo replied to your post “Butler Attire”

sadly no...I think EU is the most expensive version because of the debauchery that was the Magazine subscription thing. sorry :( I do hope they put them in the Mogstation at some point. I dont think it should be restricted like that

@parthmakeo: I hope so too! They look really cool and I have a weakness for tailcoats. I have an NA account even though I live in an “EU” region, which is regularly a headache for me whenever I try to buy anything FFXIV related.

*pokes the Post-Grand Melee Sexing fic idea with a stick* Unfortunately I think this one is gonna be tabled. There are just...too many ways the sequence of events could go? Like the basic premise is, “Synnove and Aymeric are high off victory and adrenaline and screw all over Aymeric’s office” but the actual specifics of the debauchery... Too many possibilities, horny brain can’t even settle on how they start (or if perhaps they, uh, get started in the elevator). Like, I’m so indecisive about it that it’s distracting (and in the annoying “will you please just get on with it” way).

Sooooo I’m gonna set it aside for the time being. Maybe FFXIV Write in September will give me a prompt that helps shake it loose.

For now: baby carbuncle shenanigans. There’s a variation on the reaction fic to the beginning of 5.2 MSQ (plus Werlyt) that veered into crack, that involves Amandina and Roksana showing up where they shouldn’t via Severe Breaking of Physics that also results in Synnove’s brain going into full cascading Blue Screen of Death. Except I’m gonna yoink it out of the original context so that it’s less cracky (and also because I don’t think Synnove would forgive me if she went BSOD in front of You Know Who).

Chapter one of the XXXtended Scenes is up! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

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A Saucy Starlight | The Best Season Xtended Scenes by OGMadster

Fandoms:Final Fantasy XIV

Explicit No Archive Warnings Apply M/M Work in Progress 08 Mar 2023

Ships Warrior of Light/Haurchefant Greystone/Aymeric de Borel/Estinien Varlineau warrior of light/g'raha tia

Other Tags WoL!Kyler Drake (OC), Haurchefant Greystone, Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood, G'raha Tia | Crystal Exarch, Shameless Smut, Further tags in chapter headings, Porn with Feelings

Summary When you put four husbands (Kyler, Haurchefant, Aymeric, and Estinien) and one of said husbands' boyfriend (Raha) all in the same house, things are bound to get exciting.

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The Best Season had a few fade-to-blacks. That can't stand, now can it?

Please note that in the beginning of each chapter, there is a little bit of Best Season text to offer context, whatever felt right for the scene.

Series Part 3 of A Song of Love

Chapter 1: Take Him to Pieces | Four Days: Estinien, Aymeric, and Haurchefant

Summary Kyler leaves his husbands in the kitchen, and they don't stay there long, either...

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Chapter Tags: male threesome, draconic features Estinien Varlineau, anal sex, blowjobs, facials, aftercare, porn with feelings