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- Final Fantasy XVI masterlist - Barnabas Tharmr Possession (fem reader - possessive, captive) Distracted (fem reader, fluff) Sweets (fem reader - fluff, bit possessive?) Clive Rosfield Prescription (fem reader, fluff) - Bedrest (sequel of sorts to above, more fluff) Pastries (fem reader, fluff) Warm Palms (afab reader, fluff) Pining (fem reader, angst/fluff) Jealous (fem reader, angst/fluff) Dreams (fem reader, fluff) Breathless (fem reader, angst/fluff) Careless (fem reader, fluff) Flustered (gender neutral reader, fluff) Captured (fem reader, angst/fluff Blessing (fem reader, angst/fluff) Fearless (fem reader, fluff) Treasure (fem reader, fluff) Promises (fem reader, fluff, major endgame spoilers) Regrets (fem reader, angst, major endgame spoilers) Under The Weather (fem reader, fluff) Commitment (fem reader, fluff - commissioned piece) Resolutions (fem reader, fluff) Somersaults (fem reader, fluff, pregnancy) Gift (fem reader, fluff - commissioned piece) Libations (fem reader, fluff, mentions of alcohol and drinking) Pendant (fem reader, fluff) Compromises (fem reader, fluff) Sulk (fem reader, commissioned piece)

Snippets (Previews of three potential fics, fem reader)

Safe (Yandere Clive Rosfield x fem reader) 18+ - kidnapping, yandere behaviour, non-con drugging

Joshua Rosfield Lessons (fem reader, fluff) Tranquility (fem reader, fluff) Distraction (fem reader, fluff) Exhale (fem reader, angst) Reunion (fem reader, fluff) Elevation (fem reader, fluff) Lead By Example (fem reader, fluff) Interruptions (fem reader, fluff) Lazy Mornings (fem reader, fluff) Banter (fem reader, fluff) Envy (fem reader, angst/fluff) Bold (fem reader, fluff - commissioned piece) Confirmation (fem reader, fluff) Signs (fem reader, fluff) Binding (fem reader, fluff - marriage) Portrait (fem reader, fluff - commissioned piece) Cidolfus Telemon Spark (fem reader, fluff, bit of spice) Petal (fem reader, fluff)

Gav Jitters (fem reader, fluff)

*last updated 27th May 2024 --

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Commissions/Ko-Fi

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skiesoftwilight · 3 years ago

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Kento Nanami and him fucking you like your glass after you’ve gotten married 🙈

i’m going to stab myself why isn’t this REAL.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

tags: fem! reader, slight dry humping, fingering, slight handjobs, unprotected sex, creampie, marriage, mentions of having children

your wedding dress is expensive, kento’s paid for the best of the best, and he makes sure he handles it that way when he carefully peels it off of you, folding it neatly and placing it gently away as he strips from his own attire. kento also kisses you like you’re expensive—and you are. your skin feels like satin, and your eyes shine like the diamond on your finger, and your lips taste finer than any of the alcohol he has laying around.

your hands trail over his chest and he kisses you passionately, pouring every emotion he has into your mouth, hoping you’ll drink it up and get a taste of what he feels for you. you respond with a soft moan against his lips, and he thinks maybe you have gotten a taste, and the sound makes his boxers uncomfortably tight.

“love you, kento,” you murmur in between kisses, giggling against his mouth as he huffs out his own chuckle. his heart is so full, it almost aches. there’s so much that’s right in this moment, he’s almost waiting for it all to go wrong. but it doesn’t, not as you whisper, “you’re mine now.”

“have been for a while,” he hums, nipping at your neck, and he stares down at you, in nothing but your underwear and laid across the mattress right here for him to take. his hardened cock brushes against your clothed cunt, and he groans at the friction, pressing his forehead to yours as you buck your hip up and search for more.

“want you to take me,” you say breathlessly, “make me yours. again. please, kento.” his fingers are already slipping your underwear down your legs, tossing them somewhere to the side as he slides past your wet folds, making you let out a shaky moan. kento thinks this is the best part, seeing you so focused on nothing but chasing your release, watching as you melt under his touch and lose yourself.

“i’ll make you mine all night,” he promises, much like he did a few hours ago with his vows. his voice is deep and husky against your ear as he speaks, and he traces delicate kisses against the shell. your hands grip his arm, soft mewls ringing through the air as he pumps into you, hitting the right spot with his long fingers and rolling his palm over your clit.

nanami kento has always looked to settle down. he never really thought he’d see the day, but you come and you make him see a whole lot more than he thought he would. he sees mornings filled with a warm body shuffling closer, he sees a phone full of messages checking up on him, he sees a no longer empty house when he comes home after long missions, and he sees a future that doesn’t seem so bad—one where he doesn’t feel so useless, one where he’s given all he is into being a man worthy of something. a man who’s done something with his life, who’s created something, who’s built something from the ground up and made it his.

he watches in awe as your eyes close and your mouth parts as you squeeze around his digits, and he can feel a dull ache in between his legs as his swollen cock seems to only get harder, but he’s too focused on you right now.

“k-ken, like that,” you gasp, and his other hand reaches to cup one of your tits, thumb rubbing over your nipple as his fingers work you up to your orgasm.

“so pretty,” he stares down at you, watching you with equal parts awe and equal parts pride as you squeal when his fingers hit your spot and make your legs quiver. he knows it by heart, just how to make you come undone. “gonna cum?” he questions, chuckling when you whine, nails raking his skin lightly.

“yes, g-god, yes,” you cry, and he pulls you into a kiss as you cum on his fingers, gushing around him and making him groan as he thinks about finally sinking his aching cock into you next. he pulls away, forehead pressed against yours as he hovers over your form, gritting his teeth when your hand pulls him out of his boxers.

“fuck,” he groans, closing his eyes and panting as your thumb smears the pre cum around his tip and strokes it slowly. you smile as he moans lowly, eyes closing as his lashes flutter against his skin. you squeeze around his tip as you stroke up, and he grunts, body shuddering. “that’s enough, baby,” he grabs your wrist, pecking your lips when you pout. “i’ll cum too soon, i wanna cum in you,” he murmurs.

kento has felt your walls squeeze around him so many times before, but they’ve never felt like this. he’s never felt like this. he can feel his heartbeat in his throat, and he thinks maybe he’ll cum on the spot from the way you cup his cheeks, grinning up at him with watery eyes. every brush of your skin against him is almost too much, and his senses are almost overwhelmed as he feels you surround him from every which way. your fingers brush through his hair, and he chokes on a moan when you buck your hip up and make him sink further into you.

“i’m a nanami now, huh?” you ask softly through a giggle, and he lets out a breathy moan as his hips slant to bury himself into you with another thrust.

“yeah,” he smiles softly down at you, cupping your cheek. something warm fills his chest as he stares down at you, something so indescribable that makes his head almost spin as you smile back at him. something about the way you call yourself by his last name makes his blood run quicker and his breath come out shorter. “yeah, you are. you’re a part of me,” he says with a shaky breath. “you’re a part of me,” he repeats.

and there’s a slight quiver in his voice that you catch, making a wanton moan rip from your throat as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. you thread your fingers through his sweaty locks and tug at the roots when he angles his pelvis so that the tip of his cock kisses the spot in your warm walls that makes you clench around him just right. he groans, burying his head into the crook of your neck, nestling himself into the safety of your warmth.

this is home now, you’re home now, and he won’t ever let this home fall apart, crumbling beneath his feet—not after he’s spent so long carefully laying the bricks one by one and building it up.

“the nanami’s, w-we’re—fuck, kento,” you gasp, toes curling as his hips snap against you quicker now, needier, chasing his release. “we’re the nanami’s now, you and me.”

and something snaps in him, and kento is suddenly flooded with images in his mind, images of you and him placing a cheesy little welcome home sign with the nanami’s plastered over it, images of your mail coming in with his last name printed next to your first, images of a child cradled in your arms, taking after your nose and smile, and his eyes and hair.

he gasps, panting erratically, the throbbing of his cock, the heaviness of his balls, the coil in his stomach, all of it making his head spin as he snaps his hips and hammers his cock into your cunt faster. he needs to cum, but more than anything, he needs to cum in you. he needs to remind himself you’re his—but more importantly, he’s yours.

nanami kento is yours.

he’s yours, and he’ll always be yours, and he always wants to stay yours, until the last gasp of breath from his lungs leaves his body. and even then, his soul will forever be tangled with yours.

“i love you. i’m…i’m—fuck, i’m gonna cum,” he chokes, groaning as his cock twitches in you, as breathy moans fall from both of your lips as you approach your highs. “i got you. i got you and y-you’re mine,” he mumbles, “say it. say you’re mine,” he pleads.

“y-yours,” you whine, panting as your back arches off of the mattress, legs wrapping around his hips and chest brushing against his as you cling tightly to his body. “always yours,” you cry. you mold so perfectly against him, he fights the wobble of his lips, wrapping a muscled arm around your figure and holding you closely against his chest.

“let go,” he kisses your forehead, “cum for me, i want to—n-need to feel you.” and there’s a soft cry of his name that feels like cold water on his skin, making his breath hitch in his throat as he watches you cum, back arched and lips parted. your tilts up and your lips find his, and he drinks in your quiet gasps as your walls spasm around him.

he’s so close, and your peak sparks his own. he feels his own orgasm crash over him, making his head fall to your chest—and almost like you’ve been waiting for it, your hands cradle it instantly, holding it near your heart and threading through his locks as he cums with a desperate groan, choked gasps pulling from his parted mouth as your palm lays itself softly on his cheek. he cums in thick spurts, hot ropes painting your walls white, and he ruts his hips wildly, fucking his load into you until he’s shuddering from sensitivity and you’re whimpering.

and nanami kento is so fucking in love with you, he thinks he might break if he has to let you go after this. or ever. but he knows from the sweet touches you let linger over the slant of his cheekbone that he doesn’t have to—and you’ll never let him go either.

“i wish we could stay like this forever,” you breathe, pulling his body to slump over yours, stroking your fingers through his hair as his head buries itself into your neck. your free hand soothes over his back, and kento has never felt a touch that burns his skin so good, that leaves the surface lit up with such desire.

“wouldn’t get bored of me?” he murmurs, planting a wet kiss to your neck, making you giggle at the feeling. he smiles, pressing a few more, chuckling when you squeal lightly.

“never,” you pout. “want to be here like this forever.”

“what about our honeymoon,” he teases, leaning his head up and meeting you to press a soft peck to your lips.

“i guess we can come back to this after that,” you smile, sighing in content as your hand rubs his neck and plays with the hairs at the nape. and kento doesn’t care where you go, he just wants to be able to follow.

#this...#this is a work of art 😩👌

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