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Thigh Riding with the FFXVI Boys

Rating: 18+ Pairings: Reader/Clive Rosfield, Reader/ Cidolfus Telamon, Reader/ Barnabas Tharmr, Reader/Joshua Rosfield Author's note: I had some vile thoughts about Clive's thighs, which evolved into this. I truly have no shame.

Clive Rosfield

You’re both lying in your shared bed chambers, what started as a chaste kiss soon turned into more, the heated exchange leaving you aching for more. His lips assault your own, large hands bringing you closer and closer into his lap as you grind against him.

“Founder, you’ll kill me,” he groans with a smile, rolls his eyes as you straddle his leg.

“Come on Clive,” you whine. Dragging yourself higher and higher on his thick thighs. “Lemme ride you? Please? I promise it’ll feel good, just let me—”

A clench of his thigh and you shut up, whatever you were going to say interrupted with a cry of his name.

Clive shakes his head, holds you down and moves your body faster. “This is your punishment, for being a tease the whole day—”

You’re aware of your actions, how you had bent over in his favorite sundress, pressed your ass against him as he walked past and let him wanting in the middle of the hideaway. Even so you beg for forgiveness, cradling his head between your hands.

“I’m sorry,” you plead, kissing at his jaw. “I just wanted to mess with you a little, please—”

“You certainly did,” he grunts, watching your body shake with fascination. “And now you reap the rewards. You come like this or not at all, understand?”

You want to argue, but his steel gaze makes your words die on your tongue. Another whine, your hips move on their own, faster and faster still. Pawing at his bare chest, the hard plane serving as an anchor as he manhandles you.

He swallows every noise you make, every high-pitched sob and wail you make only spurring him further. “What’s wrong? Can’t take what you dish out?”

There’s a cruel laugh that leaves him, but you’re too far gone to care, aching for more until his fingers find your clit. You fall to ruin with his name on your lips, your release dripping against his thighs.

You share a moment of calm, breaths entangling with each other, the silence broken when his cock presses at your entrance.

Strained, he sighs into your mouth. “You’ll be the death of me,” before flipping you onto your back.

Cidolfus Telamon

When Gav mentioned Cid needed you in his solar you had an idea of his intentions, but you never expected to find him shirtless in his chair, legs spread.

“I was just thinking about you,” he said as you entered. Fully turned and beckoning you toward him, his voice invites you closer.

“Here, come take a seat on your commander's lap.”

He’s a tease to the highest degree, you knew this already, but he still manages to surprise you. You look to his legs, and back to him, biting your lip in hesitation.

“Come now,” he drawls, patting his leg. “I know you’re interested.”

Damn him and his smug grin because he’s right, and it only grows wider when you walk forward. One step, and then another, his eyes follow you closely as you straddle his leg, finding just the right spot that makes your breath catch in your throat.

Observant as he is, he feels your reaction, leans in close to say: “Right there?”

He moves your hips just slightly and you answer with a sigh. “Yes, right there.”

He makes a noise in agreement, and then rocks you back and forth, drawing out the cutest moans from your lips.

“Told you it’d feel nice,” he sighs. His voice echoes in your ears, makes your body hotter as he drags his thigh against your pussy.

“Suppose that’s all you need then,” he teases. His hands grip your ass tighter when you grind into him. You’re lost in the feeling of the soft leather against your clit, your head hanging down as you pick up the pace.

Don’t, don’t say that—” you gasp, whimpering when he lands a slap to your rear.

“That’s not what it looks like to me.” Another slap echoes through the air. “Seems to me you’re enjoying yourself plenty. Willing to bet I don’t even need to fuck you, just let you sit pretty on my lap just like this—”

His leg rises higher and higher, laughing as you tremble above him. “I’m right aren’t I?”

Grunts bounce off the walls, a rhythm forming between the two of you. “Don’t even need my cock, do you?”

“I do,” you moan, uncaring of how loud you are. “I need it, please—”

“What was that?” He huffs, bites at your neck and licks at the marks he leaves behind. “I can’t hear you dear, speak up.”

“I need your cock, please Cid!” you cry, holding onto his shoulders. Your legs burn with exhaustion, back arching into his touch. He bounces his thigh once, twice, growling in your ear as he does.

“Come for me love, and I’ll let you have it.”

There’s a moment when your body goes numb, before you become awash with emotion. He comforts you through your orgasm, mumbling praise as you press yourself into his hold, shaking.

A moment of quiet, you feel the press of his bulge against the side of your leg as he speaks.

“That was only the beginning, we still have the rest of the night.”

Barnabas Tharmr

Sleipnir informed you that Barnabas would be missing all day, with him being unable to return until nightfall. Diplomatic duties, he called it, and even though you knew it was a requirement of being king of your own nation, you couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit lonely. That loneliness soon turned to longing, and when he left you alone in your shared bed to continue his work, that longing turned to lust.

You knew he was busy, but you didn’t really care. You wanted to see your husband, manners be damned.

Your entrance is announced with the gentle creaking of the door. Instantly his head lifts to admonish, only for his gaze to soften at the sight of you.

“My love, what are you doing here?” He asks, neck deep in a stack of papers. He usually looks exhausted, but it’s as if the sight of you alone gives him a boost of energy.

Wordlessly he opens his arms and you stride toward him, falling into his embrace. He holds you tight, breathes in your scent and sighs blissfully.

“I’ve missed you, my king,” you mumble in his hair, your voice carrying an all-too familiar whine to it.

“Is that so?” He chuckles, watches you nod with a pout on your lips. “I apologize for neglecting you, my dear. As you can see, I have been otherwise occupied.”

He waves towards the messy stack of documents half-heartedly before looking back to you.

“I know, I know,” you agreed. You move to sit onto his lap and he lets you, the feeling of his warm hands against your waist making your body relax. “Couldn’t you take a break? For me?”

For once you take advantage of your charms, give him the best doe-eyes you can and stroke his jaw. There’s a moment of weakness, the temptation to give in visible in his eyes, but he soon shakes his head. “Unfortunately I cannot.”

The disappointment is visible on your face. A kiss to your temple does little to help.

A beat, he takes your chin between his fingers and gives you a sinful smile. “I have an idea, if you’re interested.”

You nod, following the movement of his body. He relaxes further in his chair, pulling you forward.

“I can’t stop my work, however…”

He shifts, places you fully onto his leg and purrs into your ear.

“...you are free to take what you need.”

He looks at you expectantly, your facing getting hot at the implication. Your eyes flick between him and your position, easing yourself onto the thick muscle with a languid pace. Slow, calculated, you glide onto him until your lust catches up with you, burying your face in his chest as you rock back and forth.

“That’s it…” he coos, leaving a kiss to your cheek before working on his papers once more. “Behave, and when I’m done I will make sure you’re taken care of.”

Back and forth, you move erratically, and even though his eyes are on his paperwork his attention is on you, the slight bounce to his leg bringing you to new heights. You whine into his tunic, a familiar heat blossoming in your core.

He takes notice immediately, holds you down and presses you further as he clenches his leg, comforting you as you shake and shudder on top of him, struggling for breath.

“Such a pretty sight, my beautiful queen falling apart.” he mutters, his eyes ripped from whatever he was doing before to watch you. You’re certain you’ve left a mess of his pants, but he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“I barely have to touch you, desperate thing that you are.” he hums. His words bring you to completion, thighs shaking with the force of your orgasm. His strong hand rubs your back when you collapse on top of him, kissing at your face and tasting the sweat from your brow.

“So well behaved,” he quipped, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Now, are you satisfied or would you rather I lend my efforts?”

Joshua Rosfield

When Joshua suggested trying something new in the bedroom you were on board immediately. You fully trusted him heart and body, but you will admit, you had your doubts in the beginning.

“So, I just sit?” You ask. He nods excitedly, beckons you close and pats his leg. You follow, letting yourself settle into his embrace.

“You trust me, right?”

“I do, it’s just…a little simple, don’t you think?”

He kisses away your doubt, your body relaxing under his touch. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”

The answer comes to you easily. “No, but—“

He interrupts you with another kiss. “Then trust that I will not start now.”

And so he kept his promise, within minutes you were helplessly moaning into his mouth, descending into madness with each push and pull, his hands glued to your waist.

Somewhere between begging him for more and crying out his name you apologized for ever doubting him.

The desire you feel suffocated you, grips you tight and doesn’t let go. A particularly hard bounce has your eyes closed in pleasure before Joshua brings your attention back to him.

“Don’t close your eyes dear, look at me,” he whispers. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders, but you look up anyway and stare through half-lidded eyes.

“There you are, that’s it,” he gasps. “I knew you could do it.”

He surges forward, capturing your lips as you squirm on his lap. He swallows every noise you make greedily, a desire to consume your very being. His fingers sneakily find your clit and circle the sensitive nub, forcing you to pull away and cry out in bliss.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he coos. “I’ve got you, just let go for me.”

You do as he asks, letting your juices run down his leg. Your hips stutter against him, body soon falling limp and succumbing to pleasure. Your mind still feels heavy with lust, mouthing half-finished sentences until you can manage to catch your breath.

“Where the hells did you learn that?” you mumble.

He chuckles at your weakened state, running his hands across your body. “I may have heard Cid mention the idea.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

Your laughter falls in sync with his as he speaks. “Even so, I thought it was interesting. I enjoy looking at you. It’s not everyday I get to witness someone so pretty.”

Your face runs hot at his words. “You see me every day though.”

He places a chaste kiss on your lips. “And yet it’s never enough.”

He maneuvers you onto the bed, crawls between you and plays with the waist of your underwear.

“Now, be a dear and let me see more.”

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iliektehhaxs · 8 months

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NSFW Alphabet - Joshua Rosfield Edition

Pairing: Joshua Rosfield/Reader Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI Author's Note: Good god this took me a hot minute, apologies for the delay! Enjoy reading about everyone's favorite blonde bird.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Out of all of the FFXVI boys, he is the KING of aftercare. Knows what you need before you even ask, meticulously kisses every bruise and mark on your body, wraps you in his hold like a cocoon and doesn’t let go.

Dedicated to your comfort, he gently wipes at your shaky legs, voice soft and soothing.

“I know my love, you did so well,” he coos, a hand rubbing comforting circles against your thighs. “Let me take care of you, just sit back and relax.”

Once he’s done he massages every ache, kisses every bruise. He pulls your hair back, smoothes it over and revels in how you melt into the sheets.

Eyes closed in bliss, you reply. “What have I done to deserve you?”

A soft chuckle escapes him. “I often wonder the same about you.” While sex with Joshua is amazing, you could argue that the pampering you get afterward is even better.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your breasts. He loves how they look in a tunic, he loves how they look bare, he loves how they move when he thrusts into you, Joshua is simply a boob man.

Similarly to his brother, he loves watching your face, your cute reactions are the highlight of his day.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

The first time he made you squirt it was unexpected. You thought he would be angry, so when you looked up and saw him staring at the bedsheets you were ready to apologize, only to be interrupted instead.

“You can do that?” He asked, fascinated.

Nervously, you nod. “Rarely. I didn’t mean to do it but your fingers felt really nice and I couldn’t hold it back—”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘hold it back’?”

Silence, then his thumb gently rubs on your oversensitive clit. “My love, have you been hiding this from me?”

This time you can’t keep silent, his fingers drawing out soft whines from your lips. “I didn’t want you to get upset—”

There’s a determination in his eyes, as if a fire had been lit underneath him. Suddenly his fingers resume their vigorous pace, your pleas falling on deaf ears.

“If I had known…” He chuckles, watching your cunt squeeze against his fingers. “Well, I guess I’ll have to make up for lost time.” And make up for lost time he did. A new record was set for how many times you could come in one single night, and it was not an exaggeration to say that you could not walk in the morning. It was, however, an awkward conversation when Joshua had to ask Otto for new sheets.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not much of a secret, but he is very, VERY submissive. Initially he was the dominant one but a slip up in the bedroom made you realize just how willing he was to let you take the lead, and ever since you’ve been the one who takes care of him.

Your thighs burn with exhaustion, holding onto his shoulders as you bounce on his cock. He looks so pretty underneath you, red and flushed while he holds your hips steady.

“My love, my love…” He’s lost himself in the feeling of your cunt, not truly aware of anything beyond how tight you feel around him. You’re no better off, a thick haze of lust clouding your senses.

“I’m yours, gods above—“ he whines against your collarbone, pulls you down against him and mouths desperately at your chest.

“Yeah? You treat me so well Joshua,” you moan, stroking his head as you grind into his lap. “So well behaved, aren’t you?”

Something changes in the air, you can practically feel him fall apart when you speak. You test your theory, bringing his head upwards to meet your eyes.

“Such a good boy for me, aren’t you Joshua?”

The noise he lets out is pornographic.

“Yes, yes, so good, please—“

You move faster against his length, pushing him into the sheets with a heavy hand. “That’s right, darling. You like it when I compliment you, don’t you?”

He cries, whimpers your name as you lean in to speak his praises in his ear. “My pretty boy, mine to use as I wish, isn’t that right?”

You feel it before you hear it, the warmth that spread throughout your body as he calls your name with a shout. His breathing is ragged, hips thrusting into you with abandon as his seed spills into you. Already he stutters between moans, apologies leaving his lips.

“‘M sorry, sorry—“ Another shudder renders him pliant. “Didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, let me—“

You cut him off with another rise and fall of your hips, watching in bliss as he falls against the sheets limp.

“It’s okay baby, don’t worry,” you gently caress his cheek, kiss sloppily at his lips and swallow his delicious pleas. “I know you can’t help it, so I’ll help train you, alright?”

You coo at him, fall back onto his cock with force and grin when his eyes roll back. “We’ll keep going until I’ve had my fill, my love.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Had no experience beforehand, so everything he knows is from experimentation with you. I have a headcanon that he may not be physically experienced, but he is a very learned man, and probably read some less-than-appropriate material in his adolescence.

It was actually a surprise when he told you he never had sex before, because he sure didn’t act like it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl, goes absolutely nuts for it. The sway of your breasts, the loud slap of your thighs against his, the lost expression on your face when he hits just the right spot—

Anyway, he really likes you being on top.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s fluid, he can switch it up at a moment's notice, it just depends on the mood. It’s not uncommon for him to crack a sly joke or two. However, when he really gets in the mood he goes total subspace, so you have to be very attentive to his wants and needs and take care of him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very groomed. A habit he learned growing up as the prince (and was also hammered into him by his mother).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He shows his intimacy through action rather than words. Holds you close, kisses you anywhere he can, rubs your aches and pains and warms you with his body heat.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t (unless you tell him to.)

He is a very patient man, and thrives off the wait. He will purposely hold off his own pleasure until he can pull you away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise - He will never stop complimenting you, even over the littlest things. Pleasure Dom/Switch - If he doesn’t make you come at least three times you’re not leaving, period. Could be crying with overstimulation and will still hold off to watch you shake above him.

Intercrural - Sometimes he doesn’t need to slide into your cunt, your thighs do well enough.

Mutual Masturbation - Watches mesmerized when you touch yourself, just the thought of him watching makes you this horny? He’s on cloud nine.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom, or anywhere where he’s certain you won’t be interrupted for at least a while and you’re allowed to be loud. He doesn’t enjoy the idea of someone walking in, and would rather take his time.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you subtly tease him throughout the day. The kind of touches that linger just too long, or the kind of looks that betray what you’re thinking of at the moment.

You’ve been teasing him all day, subtle in all the right ways. Of course it’s natural for couples to hug, but what the others don’t see is your hand creeping up to play with the strings of his tunic.

Of course you can kiss your boyfriend, but when you bite his lip softly as you leave he wonders if it’s simply the summer heat or if you’re the one who has made him sweat.

He might go insane if you keep this up.

There’s only so much he can take, he is only a man. He watches you from behind, admires your figure as you bend over, only to feel his cock throb when he notices your bare thighs underneath your dress.

Your thighs, and a lack of underwear.

This isn't fair. None of this is fair, and when you walk over to him with a coy smile there’s a sick little voice in his head that wants to grab you by the arm and bend you over—

“What are you thinking about Joshua?”

Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

You sway side to side, and his eyes can’t help to be glued to your dress, suddenly aware that anyone could have seen your little display.

“My love, are you busy?”

“Not at all,” you hum. “Why do you ask?”

“I think maybe we should have a very long chat,” he says, holding you by the hand before briskly dragging you away. “It would be best for us to continue this in our bed chambers.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves permanent damage to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Guys, listen to me, and listen to me well. All of the FFXVI boys are munches, but Joshua is a DEVOURER. PUT THAT PRETTY BLOND BIRD ON HIS KNEES. HOLD HIM BY THE HAIR AND WATCH HIM GET PUSSY DRUNK, HE HAS A VERY REAL CHANCE OF SUFFOCATING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS.

Just hear me out for a second: You’re lying in bed, Joshua’s between your legs working magic against your pussy, you’ve come at least twice now but he’s not stopping. The third has you floating, pushing against him for a break but he just pulls you back with an unknown strength and doesn’t let his mouth stop moving for a second. From the little you can see his face is completely drenched, pupils fully dilated and you can barely see the blue in them anymore. Boy is talking MAGIC to your pussy as he grinds against the sheets, a small part of you wonders if he’s come yet but it doesn’t seem to matter, he just keeps fucking going and pressing you down each time you arch away from him.

Anyway Joshua Rosfield is the munch of munches don’t argue with me on this.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When he’s domming he’s very relaxed, a very romantic and sensual lover. When he’s being dommed he gets so whiny and desperate it’s beyond adorable, will grab at you and beg and won’t shut up unless you give him a reason to or gag him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t have an appetite for it, maybe if the two of you were especially desperate he’d indulge, but Joshua would rather take his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, but you’d be the one to initiate.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s always been sickly at a young age, and the effects of that have carried over as he’s grown. However, unlike the other men, what he lacks in stamina he makes up for in detail. While he may only be able to go for two rounds, they are very long, drawn out sessions.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you’re comfortable with the idea, he’d be willing to try. He’s most interested in being tied up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s very fair, but 9/10 you’re going to be the dominant one in the relationship. Please tease him, he’ll be so well-behaved for you.

He breathes in deeply, holds you tight to him as your hand languidly strokes his length. Up, down, and back up again, you squeeze a bit and revel at the pathetic keen that rises from his throat.

You shush him gently, spreading the precum that drips from his tip with your thumb. “Gimme a color darling.”A sniffle, and then— “Green, please, keep going.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s LOUD, he wants you to have zero doubts about how good you make him feel, whines and whimpers and begs like a good boy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mommy kink. This counts as a dirty secret as well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

5.9 inches on the skinny side, uncut and REALLY sensitive. His tip turns a pretty bright red when you overstimulate him and leaks like crazy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

While more behaved than the other men it really doesn’t take him a lot to get going, if you pull him away to a secluded room and kiss him until his lips bruise he’ll do anything you say.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Makes sure all your needs are met, and then it’s lights out. Likes to press himself into your chest and spoon you as he does.

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