#ffvii x y/n

[kiwicopia]

🔞 Final Fantasy VII — Crisis Core Masterlist | Minors DNI 🔞

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[silverflqmes]

Hai!! I was wondering if you’d be able/want to/feel comfortable with writing a nsfw cloud x reader? Maybe something sweet, like their first time together as a couple. If you don’t like the request is fine ! I hope you’re having a great day :]

໒⦂ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

notes. hi anon, i have not written nsfw in some centuries so i hope this is decent cuz i definitely lost my touch😭 i wrote the reader as female since that’s what i’m used to writing, given i’m.. well, a girl😵‍💫 hope that’s okay with you</3

genre. nsfw + fluff

tw. virginity loss, hand job, fingering, riding, slight uh pillow princess cloud in the beginning..

disclaimer. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 17? please dni.

cloud strife x fem!reader

it was quarter to midnight and the blond still could not find it in himself to sleep. not that he ever could, anyway.. but since he’d gotten with you, sleep came just a little more easily and the nightmares became less frequent.

tonight, however, was a slightly different case.

“cloud..” you mumbled sleepily, lifting your head from his back when you felt him shift against your hold. “still can’t sleep?”

remembering your presence, he blinked in the darkness, feeling your hand on his stomach, which he gently took ahold of, kissing the back of it. “sorry, having a hard time..” he paused to think of a vague excuse, if only to mask his embarrassment. “getting um, comfortable, right now.. nothing to do with you, though.”

his cheeks were twinged with pink under the sliver of moonlight that spilled into your shared bedroom through the curtains, but thankfully hidden from your stare.

while he had said it was strange for him to be the ‘little spoon’, part of him was grateful that he was now..

a pout came to your lips as you urged him to turn over, but he wouldn’t budge — adamant on not being seen. something was.. off. really off.

“cloud, come on- you can tell me. you know i won’t judge you for whatever reason that’s preventing you from sleeping.” you assured, smoothing the hand he wasn’t holding over his arm, comfortingly.

he shuddered unknowingly at the touch, hyper aware of your proximity to him — the way your body had pressed against his back and your light breathing on his neck now.

the fabric confinements constricted in protest, and he willed himself not to make any noises that gave away his sensitivity. why did it have to hit him tonight so suddenly? was it that lack of battling, with his arch nemesis no longer threatening the planet?

“i-it’s nothing.” he shook his head, attempting to steady his tone, but his facade was faltering. “just.. go back to bed, i should fall asleep in a moment or — a-aah.. aaah.”

panic crossed your features at the noise he made as you let go him within seconds, finally catching a glimpse of his expression to see he was not wincing out of agony.. but of pleasure?

curiously, your eyes slid down to his lower half to find him squeezing his legs together for dear life. oh.

“c-cloud, are you — ”

“yes-! fuck, i am..” he breathed out, turning his head to hide his shame in the pillow, but you turned him back over without harming him, pursing your lips together.

“y’know,” you began, heaving a sigh. “you could’ve just said you were feeling things- it’s a normal thing.. instead you had me thinking you had a bad dream again or something.” you shook your head, relief washing over you despite your scolding.

the former mercenary kept his gaze elsewhere, grumbling quietly under his breath. “it’s not so easy to say ‘i’m horny, do something about it’. feels awkward, okay.”

you found yourself rolling your eyes before you pushed yourself up, lavender colored sheets sliding off your body as you moved to situate yourself between his legs. “i suppose it’s blunt, but i don’t mind it. we’ve been together for over a year now.. and have known each other for several more.” you reminded him tenderly, leaning down to peck his lips softly. “if you needed ever needed to.. indulge.. i’m more than willing to do so, at your consent.”

cloud found himself shuddering at the words that spilled over his rosy appendages, rouge splashing across his his nose and cheeks at your boldness. while you had been confident, in contrast to how he behaved and presented himself.. this was a side he had yet to see from you — and goodness.

“but- it’s late..” he muttered back, aware that you had to wake up early to help tifa out at seventh heaven by daybreak. it was tedious work and he knew you weren’t one for getting up at first light.. cutting into your sleep felt criminal.

however your expression seemed unchanging, having made up your mind already, from what he concluded.

“and?” you pressed, hovering over his face. “i won’t be that long, and besides — we live in a society where coffee exists.” you reminded him, clicking your tongue before placing a hand on his hip. “i’ll be fine.”

his back nearly arched at the light caress, but he forced himself to be completely still, eyeing you with furrowed brows for a moment longer before exhaling. “are you.. sure about this?”

a quiet laugh tumbled past your lips as a knowing smile crossed your lips. “would i be offering to help if i wasn’t?”

it was a fair point, and although cloud wanted to continue denying himself for the sake of you getting rest.. he found himself succumbing to his intrusive thoughts the more he stared up at you.

“i guess not.” the blond concurred after a brief silence on his end, averting his mako tinted hues. “you’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

the eager shake of your head was enough of an answer as he closed his eyes in defeat. “okay, fine.. just take it easy on me, it’s..” he paused, pursing his lips together.

“your first time?” you finished in a hum before letting out a giggle when he didn’t answer. “it’s okay, i thought so.” you assured him, hooking your thumbs onto the waistband of his boxer briefs. “if it gets too much, you can tell me.”

a nod of confirmation was all that was needed for you to fully tug down his undergarments, a hiss leaving your lover’s lips as the frigid air caressed his most intimate part.

gingerly, you wrapped your hands around his shaft, never missing the gasp he failed to suppress as you pumped him slowly.

cloud’s hand flew to cover his mouth, eyes squeezing tighter as wave of ecstasy washed over him — gradually erasing the previous discomfort he’d felt.

in all his years, other than that massage back at the wall market of sector six, he’d never been touched in a way like this. a manner that sent bolts and sparks of pleasure down his spine, electrifying him in every possible way.

but the spiky haired male was too shy to ask for help on the rare occasions that he’d found himself pent up. all that fighting quelled any need for sexual release.. but now, with little to no battles to partake in these days, those late nights he’d spend away on deliveries were often occupied by his hand.

“f-fuck, y/n..!” he breathed out, feeling his legs tremble from the pleasure you had created.

you continued at an even pace, sliding your attention back over to boyfriend’s features when he called your name out. “does it feel good?” the answer was abundantly clear, though you felt the need to ask, anyway. couldn’t hurt to be safe.

he nodded his head rapidly, flushed skin glimmering under the glow of the moon. “ngh- f-faster, a-aaah~ please..” he whispered back pleadingly, tears gathering at the corners of his lashes.

it was truly a sight to behold — a part of cloud no one else had witnessed but you. and you had been the reason for his expressions, the noises he made — his reactions.. all of it was by your work.

wanting him to reach his high, to see the stars you had hoped he would see on your first time together, you quickened your ministrations, rolling your thumb over his tip. it was a little adventurous, but his moans was all the encouragement you needed to continue.

in an attempt to address your own aching heat, you slipped two fingers into the thin fabric of your panties, dragging them over your aching bundle of nerves before sliding them into your entrance.

a prolonged sigh escaped your lips, feeling your walls loosen around your fingers with each thrust while your partner became undone at the mixture of his own euphoria and the mere sight of you.

it made him strangely jealous, as he wanted to be the one to please you.

with a shaky breath, he reached down into the drawer of his nightstand for a familiar packet, carefully tearing it open when your breathing transitioned into panting.

you hadn’t even noticed that the self proclaimed ex-SOLDIER removed your hand from his cock, nor had you caught sight of him sliding a condom over himself.

no, it wasn’t until he grabbed your hips and brought you forward that you’d removed your hands at the brush of his tip against your clit, grasping ahold of his shoulders as a whine left your lips. “h-haahh~ cloud..” you drawled out in a needy beg, arching your back just slightly.

and that was all he needed to take you at last, sheathing himself slowly into your warmth.

he brought you impossibly closer to him at the squeeze of you against him, a staggered pant spilling past his appendages as he buried his face into your neck. “s-shit — was that too much?”

“n-no!” you refuted a little louder than planned, shaking your head. “j-just, one second.. a-and you can move..”

despite his worry, he took your word for it, exhaling lowly as he felt you shift.

with another sigh, you rested your chin on his shoulder, allowing yourself to nod. “o-okay, i’m good..”

cloud took it as a sign to continue as he pulled out slowly before plunging back into your core at an equal pace, steadily falling into an appropriate rhythm.

the stars you had thought of before in regards to cloud’s pleasure entered your vision at last when he nailed that special spot of yours.

“a-aahh~! cloud-!”

your whines and cries of his name was fueling enough to continue hitting that same spot, feeling you crash down on him harder.

“almost.. t-there..” he reassured you quietly, and perhaps even himself as well.

the knot coiling in your stomach was on the verge of snapping, one thrust away from unraveling completely.

in light of that, cloud captured your lips in a climatic kiss, swallowing your cries of elation when you met your end at last.

covered in a sheen of sweat, the blond gave you two more thrusts before removing himself from your dipping heat, allowing you to collapse against him.

his breath was far from even, yours no better than his own as he gazed up at the ceiling, eyes half lidded. “we should.. probably clean up..”

a tired laugh escaped you, having put together several other phrases he could have started with.. but then you reminded yourself that this was cloud strife ��� your very awkward, but adorable boyfriend.

“don’t w-worry,” you assured, sucking in another dose of air. “we will..”

notes. good grief i haven’t written smut in ages, i hope this was decent.. i feel like i’ve lost my touch😔 but wishing you a great day too, anon! along with anyone else reading this filth🫡

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[ninibeingdelulu]

Seeing you comforting a child…

ft. leon kennedy, cloud strife

Leon Kennedy would never dare admit it openly, but the stoic, badass exterior melted away ever so slightly at the sight of you tenderly comforting a lost child.

That time in the ransacked village, when the haunting wails of a youngster pierced the air amidst the carnage - Leon instinctively tensed, jaw setting grimly as his grip tightened on his rifle.

But then he spotted you already racing ahead unhesitatingly. Dropping to one knee, arms outstretched in a gentle beckoning posture as the little one startled then sprinted straight into your protective embrace.

Your soothing tones murmured comforting assurances while cradling their trembling form close against you. Fingers carding soothingly through tangled hair with the utmost tender care.

And Leon couldn't tear his widened eyes away from the tenderhearted display. Throat constricting over the unexpected lump suddenly materializing there.

That million-watt smile radiating from your features as you rocked them patiently until whimpering quieted was like the first vibrant blossom peeking through the ash after a nuclear winter.

An oasis of affectionate nurturing shining through the oppressive bleakness suffocating them both for far too painfully long.

Leon found his calloused finger-pads unconsciously drifting up to caress his own chapped lips as if wishing to physically absorb the tranquil serenity you effortlessly exuded.

Eyelids momentarily fluttering closed while permitting himself to just bask in the warmth emanating from your very presence like a soothing balm against all the harrowing darkness poisoning them both.

A tremulous sigh escaped between those parted lips as the barest ghost of a smile tugged at their corners for the first time in...Christ, had it really been years since he last felt anything even remotely resembling that fleeting glimmer of unguarded optimism blossoming in his chest?

The peaceful tableau you presented with the now-placid child tucked securely in your arms struck Leon deeper than any physical combat wound ever could.

Worming past every steel-plated layer of defenses, countermeasures and failsafes, straight down into the most vulnerable core of his humanity he'd sworn died an agonizing death ages ago.

It terrified yet entranced him in equal measure just drinking in the serene display. Eventually those narrowed steel-blue irises regained some of their piercing guardedness while surreptitiously cataloging every nuance etched upon your expressions and ministrations.

As if desperately searing the moment into his consciousness to be revisited and clung onto later through whatever hell awaited them next.

Thank Christ for your influence and the inexplicable balm it provided against the miasma of torment clouding Leon's withered soul more with every passing abyss they navigated together...

The uncompromising mask remained solidly affixed in place by the time you finally lifted your eyes to meet his guarded gaze, the child nestled peacefully into the crook of your neck.

Not a single flicker of that momentary softness penetrated the hauntingly chiseled granite of his features now.

Yet behind that shuttered and fortified thousand-yard stare, the barest ember pulsed with renewed tenacity suffusing Leon's frigid disposition with almost undetectable glimmers of warmth.

All because of your natural radiance and selfless compassion reminding him why they fought on through each grueling gauntlet.

Sure he'd never verbalize sentiments that unbearably raw and guileless aloud. But that infinitesimal spark continuing to miraculously smolder despite all efforts to smother it was enough to propel them onward through any escalating onslaught yet to come.

This time with a renewed fervor steeling Leon's adamantine determination from the inside out.

The desolate, mako-tainted wastes proved no place for a child's cries. Yet the haunting echoes still pierced straight through Cloud's calloused defenses when tiny lungs unleashed their heartrending wails upon the barren landscape.

His gloved grip instinctively clenched tighter around the battered Buster Sword's hilt, jaw tensing as those predatory ice-blue irises immediately snapped towards the source of the disturbance.

Fully prepared for whatever fresh horror emerged after the merc caught fleeting movement through his peripherals.

But the cautious sweep revealed only your slender form already hastening ahead. Moving with fluid grace directly towards the sobbing bundle tucked against a crumbling wall.

His firm chapped lips tightened into a grim line witnessing you unhesitatingly drop to one knee before the distressed child without any apparent armaments at the ready.

From this distance, Cloud glimpsed your gentle features soften with bottomless compassion wholly separate from the usual battlefield ferocity.

Small hands unfurled in placating gestures exuding profound warmth and sincerity instantly easing some of the fractures riddling his own battered soul simply by proximity.

While you deftly coaxed the tiny thing into your embrace with susurrant tones and infinitely patient ministrations, Cloud suddenly found himself robbed of breath altogether.

Those glacial spheres wide and stunned at the exquisitely tender vision you presented cradling their fragility so reverently. A profound ache lodged behind his breastbone at the maternal aura emanating from your whole being.

He swallowed convulsively over the sandpaper abrasions rasping along his windpipe.

Gloved fingers betraying the slightest tremor disturbing his usual uncompromising stoicism while still drinking in every indelible detail of the intimate scene unraveling.

From the tender flickering caresses smoothed across tangled russet locks to your honeyed vocals humming soothing melodies of consolation.

All suffusing the stale, mako-saturated atmosphere with vibrant healing essences Cloud found himself instinctively gravitating closer towards.

Feather-light brushes scritched lovingly along the whimpering child's back forming hypnotic ellipses mirroring your unguarded smile radiating all-encompassing warmth across those cherubic cheeks now drenched in tear tracks.

Until finally after an eternity, the miniature form stilled in your arms. Body unlocking from its terrified rigor mortis into the very picture of youthful tranquility tucked securely against your heartbeat.

Cloud hadn't even realized he'd been holding his own respiration captive until the soft sigh expelled in a shuddering rush between lax lips.

A full-bodied flinch rattled his broad shoulders at its sudden harsh volume intruding upon the sacred tableau before him.

But thankfully, your features remained beautifully serene, wholly undisturbed while continuing to rock the now-quieted bundle in gentle rhythms.

Only then did molten sapphire pools drift up to lock with his widened stare burning with intensity across the slender lacuna separating you. A tremor not wholly attributable to anxiety skittered down his whip-cord musculature watching your radiant smile intensify directed solely towards Cloud.

As if silently communicating your infinite gratitude for him bearing witness to such an intimate and precious moment blossoming in this scorched hellscape...

Whatever parched recesses comprising the haunted mercenary's core still retained the capacity for absorbing nurturing warmth - it suddenly flooded within the confines of his barrel chest when those infinitely compassionate irises shone their benediction upon him.

Unknotting every rigid sinew and ligament hardened into a battle-tempered carapace purely through the power of your tender, life-affirming essence.

Almost imperceptibly, Cloud's chapped lips softened around the faintest half-curved suggestions budding there.

Posture unconsciously opening to welcome your pure light into his long-shadowed world while holding your loving gaze in mesmerized thrall.

As if determined to thoroughly archive this oasis of serenity and unconditional love in his consciousness so it may fortify whatever grueling battles destiny demanded they wage next.

Then in a single blink and a slight dip of your chin, the spell abruptly dissolved back into hyper-vigilance.

Yet even with the mercenary's legendary ice reformed across those exquisite Nordic features, perpetually braced for the next onslaught - a spark continued flickering in the hooded caverns of his stare.

A faint ember of something intangible yet transcendent now eternally kindled behind his armored exterior.

All because you'd reminded Cloud one of his most precious intangible dreams had been manifested into cherished reality...even under the most desolate conditions.

[sugawhaaa]

CLOUD ONE-SHOT

[Exchange]

Warnings/genre:: SMUT, what are we ahh prompt, masturbation, vibrator, reader mentions having a male ex

Pairing:: cloud x fem!bodied!reader

A/N:: I intentionally made this very unexplained so that you can place your own story into this. Are you and Cloud exes? Fwb? Friends? Maybe you both have feelings for each other but won't admit it? I dunnooooo

You moan softly as you feel the vibrations running up your folds and circling around your clit. You toss your head back as your legs begin to twitch toward your body, the pleasure taking control of your body. Just as you felt the layers of pleasure begin to stack up you hear a rather loud knock on your door before it opened to cloud. He had that same blank expression before realizing your situation. He blushes slightly but his expression doesn't change a whole lot...surprisingly.

"Sorry," he quickly turns to leave but you quickly stop him.

"Wait!" You lean forward and he turns to look at you. He could hear the desperation in your voice and he sighs softly. "Could you..." You look up at him but he doesn't look very convinced at all. "Help me?"

"Why?" He responds fast, his eyes avoiding your nude body with ease, he'd rather look at your face when you talk to him.

"Because it..." you huff in frustration. "Just please. You don't even have to touch me directly if that's too gross for you, use a toy on me or something," you explain and you can see the conflict in his eyes. He definitely has an argument going on in his head. He pauses for a long moment in the doorway. "You don't have to but...I'd really like it if you'd do this for me, just once," you plead softly. "Lately I haven't been able to...get the same amount of pleasure. Ever since I broke up with, you know, him, I can't feel the same. I feel...lonely?" You try to sort through your feelings. "It's like I need someone there to help me emotionally and physically," you explain as you sway your feet slightly.

"Fine," Cloud huffs and closes the door over. "What do you need me to do?" He puts his hands on his hips after taking off his sword.

"First take off your boots and then sit beside me," you pat the empty spot beside you. Cloud takes another deep breath before kicking off his worn boots and gently sitting next to you. "You should take the gloves off too, they may be dirty," you point to his hands and he sighs again before taking them off and setting them aside.

"I guess you're right," he neatly puts his gloves on your nightstand before turning back to you. "And now?" He tilts his head at you, almost looking like a lost puppy. You grab your vibrator and set it in his bare hand.

"I'm sure you know what that is," you smile and he blushes slightly.

"Yes," he looks at it carefully, reading the controls and buttons on it. "You just want me to use it on you?" He shrugs and you nod. Cloud nods his head before gently parting your legs. His forceful motion caught you by surprise; you expected him to be a little more confused and need a step-by-step guide on how to even start.

He then turns the vibrator on to level two before bringing it down to your exposed core. You bite your lip in anticipation as he brings the tip of the vibrator to your clit. You hold back a moan but quickly release it. You toss your head back against one of the propped-up pillows and Cloud watches intently, your mouth hung open in a perfect 0 shape.

Cloud tilts his head as he watches your expressions, it was a little hard to tell if you were in pleasure or pain, your brows furrowing before curling up and your eyes flutter closed and occasionally squint. "Is that good?" He asks to be sure, though he didn't sound very convincing. You knew Cloud well after all these years and you could tell he really did care if he was doing good.

"Yeah," you breathe out with a little smirk. "You can press a little harder," you look over at him, your face flushed.

"Kay," he presses the vibrator harder against your clit. Your legs jerk up as you gasp from the drastic change in intensity. His eyes follow quickly at your reactions; he then turns the vibrator up a notch and watches as your back arches.

"Oh fuck," you groan and Clouds eyes follow your body's motions. You squirm slightly and you feel Clouds cold hand against your back. He gently lifts you up to sit up against the bed again.

"You were sliding down the bed," he explains, clearly shy but trying to hide it. "Is it good if I move it like this?" He rubs the vibrator back and forth on your clit and you let out a high-pitched whine that catches his attention.

"Yeah," you smile softly before feeling the vibrations increase again.

"Okay enough questions, just...sit still," that was clouds way of saying he wants to make you cum now. He gently turns the vibrator up all the way and watches the way you contort in pleasure. He uses a little circular motion with the wand against your clit, a hint of a smirk playing across his lips. You abruptly grab onto his muscular bicep, your nails digging in.

"C-Cloud," you moan as you toss your head back, your lips parted beautifully once again. He soaks up the view as you reach your peak, the way your body acts on its own, the way your chest heaves with each stuttering breath, the way your legs shake softly. He wanted to watch you like this for hours...however the orgasm was short lived and you soon returned to your regular self, only out of breath now.

Cloud gently turns off the vibrator and sets it aside, but as he pulls it from your folds he noticed the strings of arousal that stick to it. He feels his face heat up but he tries to focus on you. "Can you hand me that glass of water," you point to the nightstand and he reaches out passed his gloves to grab the glass. He hands it to you and watches as you chug it.

"So...you satisfied?" He clears his throat slightly and you nod.

"Yup, unless...?" You tilt your head and he looks away quickly.

"I-I don't know...I'm fine," he goes to get up but something holds him back, not you, but something inside him. Maybe that image of you replaying in his head.

"Are you sure? You seem a little..." you glance down at the bulge in his pants and he groans. He felt torn. Indulge or walk away? "You don't have to but I'm offering to help you. Think of it as an...exchange~"

[jadedrrose]

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡

Holding the photo from that day in your hands, you look back on that precious memory.

word count: 1016 warnings: fluff, technically fem reader (the only gendered term used is 'wife', no pronouns are used)

Sephiroth hates cameras- something you learned a long time ago when you first became friends with him. With every flash, he’s reminded of how he longs for normalcy. Something he never felt until he found you, the only person who he truly felt like he was at home with. 

So when you were able to get your own, personal photo of him, you promised to yourself to treasure it forever. 

It had been a year or so ago- you two had gone on a date, in a secluded area not too far from Costa Del Sol. Sephiroth had been particularly stressed around that time, and so you proposed going on a small vacation, and on that specific day, you two had gone on a picnic date.

It was around sunset when you took the photo. You were both sitting next to each other, hand-in-hand, watching the sun set beyond the ocean. You had absent-mindedly made a comment about how beautiful Sephiroth looked, and to your complete surprise, he suggested you take a photo. Because even he had wished to remember the peacefulness of that day.

Of course, he’d taken photos of you in return, but none of those mattered. The only one that did was the one you got of him (as well as a blurry photo that had been the result of your attempt to get a photo of you and him together, but you’d struggled to hold the camera backwards). And you’d kept your word about treasuring it- that photo brought you comfort more times than you could count.

And now, sitting in your quiet apartment back in Midgar, snuggled up into the couch with blankets to keep you warm, you stared at the photo once again, something you did whenever Sephiroth was away on a mission, like he was at the moment.

Though you only had a singular lamp lit due to how late at night it was, you could make out the details of the framed photo perfectly. As if the entire thing wasn’t already engraved into your memory permanently.

He wasn’t wearing his regular attire that day. Instead, he was wearing a black tank-top you’d gotten for him to wear specifically for the trip. His hair was flowing with the wind, a golden-ish tint to it due to the sun shining directly on him. And his eyes; how vibrantly they sparkled, even in a photograph. It was harder to see in the photo, but you could easily recall how you’d been able to see every detail of his feline-like eyes. Or how much they reminded you of the ocean you were looking upon that very day. That and, he wasn’t squinting as much as he typically did. His eyes were brighter, a peaceful lightness to them as he looked into the camera. It also helped that he didn’t furrow his brows at all, too. He looked visibly relaxed and… well, happy. Of course, the biggest hint to his emotions at that moment was the smile plastered on his rosy lips- one so big he was even showing teeth.

You couldn’t help but smile as you gazed down at the photo, holding it tightly within your hands. You felt yourself tearing up, ready to cry just from how gorgeous and happy he’d been that day. Bringing it to your chest, you allowed a tear to slip past your eye and down your cheek. 

It was at that moment you heard the sound of keys and your front door being unlocked. You instantly sat up, wiping the tear away quickly. Was he really home so soon? 

Anticipation ate at you as you looked back at the door, hoping, praying, your lovely husband would walk through the door any second now. And when he did, you couldn’t stop yourself; your feet were moving against the cold wooden floor before you’d even realized it.

Running down the front hallway, you instantly leapt towards Sephiroth as he shut the door behind himself. He swiftly caught you, wrapping his arms around you in the most comforting embrace you’d ever felt. As he leaned down to get your feet back on the floor, his silver hair fell over you, tickling at your skin. A feeling you welcomed.

You pulled your face out from his chest, looking into those shiny Mako-infused eyes that gazed back at you, full of love. Before you could even say a word, exclaim how much you’d missed him, Sephiroth leaned in more, connecting his soft lips with your own. You instantly melted into him, accepting and pressing further into the kiss. 

After a moment of staying like this, you began to sway in his arms, about ready to collapse from all the emotions you felt. Sephiroth of course picked up on this, and instantly lifted you up, carrying you over to the couch you’d just been curled up on. 

Just as he was about to set you down, he caught sight of the photograph. So he put you down beside it, and brought it into his hands, sitting down beside you. 

“Reminiscing, I take it?” He asks, his voice soothing your soul instantly.

“I missed you so much that I just… you know,” you quietly said, a bit embarrassed by him discovering your innocent secret. 

“Adorable,” he mutters, setting the photo back onto the side-table it usually sits on. “If it makes you feel less embarrassed, I keep my own photo of you with me on missions.”

“What?” You softly gasp, a little shocked, however you don’t doubt him for a second. “You mean to tell me that you- Shinra’s best, most fearless SOLDIER, keeps a photo of his wife with him everywhere he goes?”

Sephiroth laughs. “No need to make it sound like such a shocking discovery. But yes.”

You giggle with him, snuggling up beside him. “How cute,” you then sigh, “…I love you so much, Seph.”

He wraps an arm around you, kissing your head. “I love you too,” he replies, words muffled by your hair. After a second, he breathes out your name, lovingly, and plants another kiss onto you.

[ariseur]

hello idk if u saw this ask but ill just submit another one !! the prompt "your hands are shaking" anddd perhaps goodbye kisses 🤔 with cloud!!

“cloud, your hands are shaking.”

his reverie is suddenly broken from your soft words as his eyes flicker down to his hands, looking at them with a quizzing brow as if they held the answers to every question that floated in his head. “oh,” he says. his fists clench back before his face hardens again, brows furrowing.

you softly chuckle, taking one hand into your own as you bring it to your chest. he chokes out a small huff of surprise at the gesture.

“you’ll do fine.”

“i know. i’ve gone on plenty of missions without you before.”

“then why’re you shaking?”

he shrugs. he did this a lot. you’d ask him a simple question about his perspective and he’d shrug or pretend he didn’t know. sometimes, cloud really didn’t know. but deep down, truth be told, everything was scary when it came to you. the sliver of chance that could overtake and seize this opportune time resulting in another thing that’s taken away from him. resulting in you being taken away from him.

but of course — instead of saying that, he swallows. “dunno.”

it gets harder and harder to push the uncomfortable tension at the back of his throat down with the way you smile at him, hands behind your back as you lean closer to try and gauge his face.

ever so slightly, he instinctively leans back. not because he wants to, but because it’s almost second nature to him. he doesn’t want that. he tries to inch closer just for you.

you thumb at his fingertips, feeling the way the callouses catch against your skin. he doesn’t pull away.

you can feel his pulse thump quietly against yours, you grin and move your head from side to side to try and regain the eye contact he so desperately tries to avert.

“cloud?”

at the call of his name, his eyes zip back to yours in an instant. at your call of his name.

“come back to me,” one of your hands delicately removes itself from the warmth of his own and instead slithers its way up to his face, thumbing at his cheekbone.

his face is still stone cold with furrowed brows, and from a distance, anybody else would say cloud felt uncomfortable. you knew better though.

“i always will,” he says.

“one last kiss for the road?”

he huffs, yet nonetheless lets his eyes flicker down to your lips and back up again; the strife way of asking to kiss you. you beam, tightening your hold on his hand — no longer shaky but instead lax from your affirmations.

and as you close the distance, his free gloved hand comes up to rest on your face, making sure not to clash against you too roughly.

he feels your lips curl into a grin against his. he doesn’t pull away.

𐙚 dottie’s 500 event — 🍡 ( action and dialogue ) prompts !!

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[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

nex

Summary : You were ordered to kill Rufus Shinra, alas things didn’t go as planned…It could be said that Rufus was the one who got to play with you the way he desired.

Pairing : Rufus Shinra x f! Reader

Word Count : 2.560 words

Warnings : Smut, p in v sex, talking about murder (there is none), RUFUS IS A TEASE 🫠, light choking (sexy), mention of blood (light I think), Dom!Rufus, but a soft one ? (He’s still a fucking tease and control freak but I love him), enemies to lovers kinda ? (But in a quick way), a bit of nipple play, this man embarrasses and praises you at the same time, marking, Rufus cums inside, he plays with your pussy (no fingering), cum licking. Sorry I don’t even know how to TW anymore (please tell me if I forgot anything, thank you🥺).

Author’s Note : This man has me in such a chokehold, it’s not even funny anymore. I don’t even know what this is, sorry if it’s bad, I just got extremely inspired by this man. 🤍 Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language. Though please tell me if I made errors, that would be lovely. 💞

Divider’s Credits : @/strangergraphics

You were assigned to the murder of president Rufus Shinra. A simple task as they said, nothing you couldn’t handle. You laughed internally at the thought of it. Then how did you end up in this predicament ? Your form pressed up against the glass wall of Rufus’ office, your hands locked behind your back by the blonde man who pushes his body firmly against your back, as your dagger was laying on the ground near your right foot.

« Simple my ass », you muttered under your breath. Rufus was quicker and stronger than they told you, it was so easy for him to manhandle you into this position after you tried to slit his throat that Rufus almost thought that this was a joke as he chuckled against your ear, not in the least unsettled by your « attack ».

« Tsk-Tsk what do we have here hmm ? », Rufus pondered more to himself than to you, his foot pushing aside the blade on the floor, eyeing the weapon for a second before asking.

« Who sent you ? Was it Avalanche ? », his tone was calm and stoic. Another chuckle fell from his lips at your silence, he knew he would break you one way or another, he just had to wait and take his time, and Rufus was well provided with patience.

His hold on your wrists became tighter, not to the point of hurting, more to make you understand the position you were actually in. He had you trapped here, alone with him and you won’t escape this building as easily as you entered.

« Cat got your tongue, precious ? It would be a shame to force my hand and hurt such a pretty thing just to get the answers that I’ll obtain one way or another. »

The first answer that Rufus got wasn’t to his liking. You hit his nose with the back of your head harshly, laughing at the groan that escaped from his lips. You thought that would be enough to break free from his grasp but oh how you were wrong. With his free hand Rufus wiped the blood from his nose, creating a red streak on his cheek and on his black glove. Alas, the grin that Rufus wore didn't diminished in the slightest. He was even more eager to discipline you. His blood-coated fingers delicately went to run from your chin, on the column of your throat that gulped with anticipation and to the base of your neck, stopping there for a moment before tightening his hold on the tender skin of your throat, just enough to make goosebumps rise on your skin, a surprised gasp escaping your lips. His breath feels hot on your skin when his mouth comes closer to your ear, his smile evident.

« I’m going to enjoy breaking you, sweetheart. I don’t think you realize what situation you’re in. »

You smiled at the statement, turning your face back just enough to lock gaze with Rufus, the movement barely feasible with Rufus’ grip on your neck. « Care to enlighten me, dear president ? », you asked with apparent sarcasm.

His fingers tighten just a little more on your pretty little throat, just enough to cut some air out of your lungs for a moment.

« Wipe that smile off your face before I do it for you. », Rufus threatened in a composed manner, the frown on his face distracting you for a second, as if his blue eyes gazed directly at your soul, two unsettling gems that were watching your every move. You gulped at the feeling, sensing how small you actually were in front of him. Rufus’ smile widened when his hand that squeezed your windpipe felt you gulping. However, even though your smile faded, a defiant smirk still lingered on your pretty face that almost screamed challenge in its eyes. And Rufus couldn’t lie to himself, he was enjoying this, more than he could ever admit.

« You’re a defiant one, aren’t you love ? », Rufus whispered confidently, the hold on your throat easing just a bit. Your face turned back to the glass wall in front of you, but even though you tried to escape his piercing stare, the glass mirrored his reflection temptingly in front of you. You couldn’t escape him and Rufus hasn’t stopped toying with you. You didn’t know how you felt about this, your brain screamed at you that it was wrong, alas the other parts of yourself wanted to let themself be convinced by the blonde man. Still, you tried to resist, tried.

« Stop calling me that. », you tried to sound harsh, wanting to convince him - you, that you weren’t interested, that this man wasn’t interesting, that the warmth that was building in the pit of your stomach was just an illusion. But Rufus easily noticed the light break in your voice, the fragility in which he could penetrate. His hand that rested against your throat was now sliding teasingly towards your collarbones, smearing some of his blood there as well. His tone became softer, coated with honey, toying with your mind and self-restraints.

« You’re not used to being called sweet names ? To be touched like that ? Is that why you came here ? »

You spat back, « Of course not », but still you didn’t move, Rufus noticed. His fingers softly went down, sliding over your cleavage to rest on one of your breasts. His thumb curiously rubbed your hardened nipple, making you let out a strangled whine at the touch and making Rufus chuckle in your ear. At this point you weren’t even fighting back anymore, your hands in his hold grew limps behind your back. Your body unconsciously leaned towards his torso and he hasn’t barely done anything.

« You’re so sensitive, such a sweet angel, aren’t you ? »

The unexpected praise made you blush, making you hide your face away from his prying eyes, to no avail. Rufus took your chin in his free hand, leaving your breasts aching for his touch, and gently turned your face back towards his. His ice-blue gaze and cruel teasing smile made you feel even smaller now. And at this instant, Rufus really debated with himself if getting rid of you was a good idea, he much preferred to take your mouth in his.

The tantalizing idea wasn’t even rational to him, he wasn’t his usual self, you were a threat, he perfectly knew that eventuality. But the president of Shinra Company also found himself completely lost in the way you were unconsciously biting your lip and gazing down at his own mouth. Brushing the rational thoughts aside, Rufus closed the gap between the two of you, a kiss held with such possessive feelings that even himself felt surprised. Hesitantly you kissed back, even though Rufus kept leading the dance during the kiss, biting your lower lip to make you gasp so he could taste your mouth with his tongue. Your neck started aching with the position you were in, Rufus holding your jaw firmly from the back to keep kissing you. His kisses grew lighter as his breathing became heavier and Rufus broke the kiss to breathe against your mouth. As you turned back to face the glass wall in front of you, Rufus let go of your hands so you could brace yourself against the surface.

Rufus got closer to you, towering over you as he pressed himself against your back so tight that Rufus cornered you between him and the transparent wall, your hands on the wall being the only things creating a small gap for you to breathe. Rufus’ body was so close to yours that you could feel his evident boner that he made sure to teasingly rub against your ass while one of his hands gripped your side, firmly holding you in place the way he desired.

« You can be such an obedient angel when you want to. You just need a little…discipline. » Rufus’ free hand started caressing your body deliberately slowly as a way to show you just how much he held your pleasure in the palm of his hand. He possessively held your jaw from behind with the hand that was not tightening on your side, letting his hand slide down the column of your throat that he felt pulsating with need, letting it rest there just to make you guess if he would choke you like earlier or not. To your disliking he didn’t, toying with you as he preferred to let his hand reach your covered breasts once again. At first, Rufus just let his fingers trail over your erect nipples, passing over them without actually touching them or giving them the attention they craved so desperately. Rufus took great delight in hearing you whine his name out loud, a silent plea that made him feel prideful. Two of his fingers started to play with your nipples cruelly by rolling the buds of nerves between them, alternating with fully groping your chest, making you let out a moan of pleasure that you tried to hold back. The bastard perfectly knew what he was doing, Rufus knew how he was affecting you, a grin plastered on his face as he sensed your heavy breathing, the butterflies dancing in your stomach as his hand trailed down between your thighs that were rubbing against each other in anticipation. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, lapping the skin there as his mouth left a few bites here and there, leaving marks for all to see as his hair tickled your sensitive skin.

His black boots nudge your feet apart in order to part your thighs wider, letting him access below your skirt and to his surprise and contentment his fingers already find you oh so perfectly prepared for him. His hands slide between your pussy lips on top of your already drenched panties, the movement creating a lewd wet sound between his fingers as Rufus groans into your ear appreciatively before pressing a kiss under your earlobe.

« Shouldn’t you be ashamed ? Being this wet for the man you were ordered to kill and yet I’m the one that gets to play with you, isn’t this ironic ? », Rufus chuckles darkly.

At the humiliation you try to unwillingly close your thighs around his hand but Rufus is quicker and forces your legs open again, with a tone that requires only one answer from you.

« Do as I say. », and you do, you became so enthralled by the man, that it almost feels instinctive when you execute and open them even wider for him, causing Rufus to reward you with an open-mouth kiss on the cheek, his hand resuming the teasing movements as his fingers rub between your covered puffy wet lips, the lewd sound echoing even more in his office now as you crave for more.

« Good girl, you finally understood who’s in charge here, maybe we can get something out of you after all. »

Rufus gets off on your soft mewling cries as he continue to edge you a bit more, his fingers now drenched in your own arousal as he plays with your pussy in a way that pleases him, as Rufus try fingering you through your panties, letting you feel only the tip of his finger that can’t reach deeper due to the material blocking his movements.

« P-Please Rufus, you’re cruel… », he can hear you whine desperately, as a pleased chuckle escapes from his lips at your already messy state.

« Since you asked like a polite girl… », Rufus drags the sentence as he pulls your panties to your trembling ankles, the material sticking to your cunt in the process as Rufus admires the effect he has on you. His soiled fingerless-gloved hand reaches to your mouth, you understand the silent demand from him immediately as you open your mouth to clean his fingers, your tongue lapping at them as his fingers massage your tongue with your own wetness. When Rufus removes his fingers from your mouth he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear in an appreciative tone. When you think that you’ll finally feel his fingers where you need them the most, you’re surprised to sense him unbuckling his belt behind you, soon followed by his hard cock nudging at your wet entrance, his hand guiding his cock through your folds, coating himself with your arousal.

Your chest starts to heave more and more when you think that he’ll edge you once again and as you were about to whine out loud to make him move, Rufus thrusts the head of his dick inside you slowly but with enough force that it pushes you against the glass wall. When Rufus is finally sheathed to the hilt inside you, his office is silent except for the sound of your labored breaths, Rufus holds you possessively by your hips as his head rests on your shoulder for a moment. Rufus isn’t known for his reassuring presence, yet in this moment the many kisses that he places on any patch of skin that he can find are enough to appease your beating heart. Rufus towers over you from behind when he places a kiss on your temple, on your cheek and the side of your throat, ending with numerous open-mouth kisses where your neck meets your shoulder.

When he starts moving, his pace is slow and steady, increasing in speed as the vice grip your walls have on him, paired with your high moans, starts to make Rufus dizzy. He knew you were close, his cock could barely move the way he wanted with how tight you got, he just had to give you a little push. Rufus groaned as he nuzzled the side of your face, gazing at your blurry reflection on his transparent wall, smirking at you when he locked his eyes with yours and started whispering with a hint of truth in his last words.

« How do you feel knowing that the entire building just have to look up to see you being fucked stupid by their president ?What would people think, hmm love ? Wouldn’t they think that I own you ? They’ll be smart to think as such. »

With that, you came on Rufus’s cock with a moan of his name, as Rufus finished inside your pussy soon after, moaning in your ear as he painted your walls white, a bit of his seed already oozing out of you as it trickled down your thighs. Even after you came down from your orgasm, your body was still trembling slightly with everything that Rufus made you feel. You were thankful for his strong arms that held you against him, preventing you from falling down out of exhaustion. Your head rested against him as you closed your eyes for a moment, your mind dozing off as you felt Rufus’s face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, pressing a gentle kiss here. You could hear Rufus whispering something that you couldn’t quite grasp but you still discerned his soothing tone as he kept you tightly against him.

« I might keep you after all »

[lexsssu]

so im a little bit nervous to post on your fic and it's almost finished, but I saw you did a zack/reader chapter and was curious, would it be ok to request a Sephiroth/reader? he's so soft in crisis core and so dreamy adasdjk thank you it's fine if you dont <3 have a good one!

TAGS: Sephiroth/F!reader, breeding, smut, pregnancy, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Exquisite…An angel from above gifted to someone such as I…”

Sephiroth had never imagined himself as the paternal type, nor even someone who would become a father, and yet now there is nothing he wanted more than to plant his seed deep into your womb. 

He can’t stop his hips from thrusting downwards into your soft, moist cunt that so easily yielded to the intrusion of his cock. Your pleas are like a siren’s call to his ears, and the way your fingers dug scratches into his toned back like a gentle tickle that only further fanned the flames of his desire.

“I can’t wait to watch you grow with our child. I know they’ll be just as perfect as you…because they’re ours…” 

Despite the circumstances of his own birth and the hardships he has faced throughout his life, Sephiroth is all the more determined to ensure that the fruit of your love will live a life with everything he has never had.

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Around a year’s time later, 1st-Class SOLDIER Sephiroth would be normally found with three identical children strapped to his body whenever he was in his office at Shinra.

It would never cease to amaze everyone, particularly his own friends, just how much the once-cold general would melt when surrounded by his little family. Attending his wedding last year was one thing, but getting to see him be a doting father to his adorable kids was a whole other ballpark.

Well…at least they got to be uncles to such cute ankle-biters.

[frickingnerd]

covering up our love

pairing: zack fair x gn!reader

summary: zack gives you a hickey, despite the two of you trying to keep your relationship a secret...

“zaaack–!”

your boyfriend knew he was in trouble when he heard you say his name like that. he had lost himself in his little make out session with him and before he knew it, he had lightly bit your neck, only to now leave some very hard to miss marks.

“i told you to be careful! do you know how much trouble i'll be in if anyone sees those? what if they realize that you were the one who gave me those?”

zack knew he should've been more careful. your relationship with him was a secret and for good reasons. if the higher ups knew you were dating, they wouldn't let you work together anymore. and seeing you everyday at work was one of zack's highlights.

“h-hey, look at me–!” zack pulled away from you and smiled, trying to reassure you. “it'll be alright! we can find a way to cover that up and nobody will notice a thing. i promise!”

[kyasarinkishinuma]

Rumours

Summary: The new merc in town's been dropping by Reader's café lately, and she can't help but wonder if the food is all he comes back for.

Pairing: Cloud Strife x Reader

Themes: Fluff, café setting

AO3 link

“Today’s special, please.”

There he was again. That stoic merc everyone in town had been talking about lately. Rumour says he was a rather unsociable man, but… 

He came to your café once, and had been coming back since. Once a week, Thursdays, 2pm flat. Every single time.

And for a guy who had such an intimidating reputation… Well. He surprised you with his politeness every time he came in.

“Coming right up. Take a seat.” Bowing respectfully, you retreated within the confines of the kitchen to cook up Cloud Strife’s meal. Today? Spaghetti with garlic bread. Simple, but comforting. Your homemade food was what your regulars coming back weekly. Or at least that’s how it had been before.

“Thank you for waiting.” Within a few minutes you came back to your sole customer of the day. He had taken a seat by one of the three round tables sitting outside the abandoned wagon you had sought refuge in lately. Not as charming as those higher-class cafés and restaurants, that’s for sure. Business… had been rough lately. Yet the mercenary gratefully accepted the meal, mumbling a polite ‘thank you’ before he picked up his utensils, seeming to hesitate in your presence. You smiled warmly.

“Dig in.”

That’s all it took. The switch was immediate, from polite and poised to absolutely famished. It was funny. Endearing, even. Every time the blonde had come into your café, he ate like it was his first meal in days.

“More, please.” 

And with his manners? Almost boyish, the way he’d stare at you expectantly with his hand outstretched as he gave his emptied plate back for another serving.

“I got you covered.” 

Back into the kitchen you went, and back you came with another healthy heapful of spaghetti for the man. Cloud never had much to say, so you usually did most of the talking when he’d drop by. He didn’t seem to mind it. Never really gave any elaborate answers to your small talk, but you didn’t mind it either. Sometimes people just need a break and some good food.

“When’s the last time you ate?” You asked by the time Cloud was on his third plate, and finally starting to slow down a bit. It was almost fascinating, to watch him wolf it all down like it was nothing. And deep down, you didn’t really judge. He didn’t seem the type to have a loving family and warm food to come home to.

The man paused. “This morning,” he answered after a moment, before going back to eating. You raised both brows at that, a hint of amusement gracing your smile.

“And you’re this hungry?” 

Strife shrugged. “It’s part of the job.”

“Is it a SOLDIER thing?”

Cloud stopped eating then, and you found yourself regretting those words. Had they been a bit too bold? Of course most knew about the merc’s former association to Shinra. Whether the rumours were founded in truth or not didn’t matter when the glowing eyes gave it away. You had been about to apologize and to excuse yourself when the man turned his gaze to you, freezing you in place. Those mako eyes… Not annoyed. Calm. Thoughtful. They swept over your surroundings then, the dirt and grime of the Midgar slums.

“Your café hasn’t always been like this, has it?” The man spoke out of the blue, taking you by surprise. He seemed to take your stunned silence as an invitation to continue. “You’re a lot better at this than the other locals. You worked someplace big?”

You could only stare at the sudden bombardment of… Compliments? Were these compliments, coming from a man who fought monsters straight from your nightmares for a living? Finding him staring back expectantly… You could only assume he was being genuine about this. Or perhaps he simply wasn’t realizing the nature of what he had just said.

You nodded then, finally getting your voice back. “Yeah. I used to own a café in Sector 1 before the Mako Reactor blew. My home was destroyed, so I had to move.”

It was Cloud’s turn to be silent, blinking a bit as he processed the information. His emptied plate seemed to have long been forgotten now, the fork sitting idly next to it.

“Sorry about your home,” he spoke after a moment, turning his gaze back to the plate in front of him. You simply showed a smile, genuine and grateful.

“That means a lot.” A pause. “So… Are you still hungry?”

“What’s that damn merc up to anyway?! We told him the meeting was at 3 tops!”

Seventh Heaven was in chaos as always, with the members of AVALANCHE running around in disarray as Marlene chased after them, giggling excitedly. Tifa? Unfazed through it all, showing her impatient friend a smile from behind her counter as she prepared him a drink to calm his nerves. But… Barret was right. Where was Cloud?

“If he’s not here now, I don’t think he’s coming.” Tifa hesitated to speak the words, out of fear that Barret would just explode. Truth be told, though, they needed not be spoken at all. It was a blatant fact. Cloud… was a difficult guy to grasp. And he didn’t seem to care too much about this AVALANCHE stuff.

“Damn spikyheaded ass! I’ll show him!!” Barret’s outburst was almost comedic as he stomped around on his seat, waving his hands around. But even he seemed to come to terms with the situation as he calmed down, heaving a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms and slumped onto his seat. No point in getting so worked up over it. “Y’don’t suppose he’s at that café again?”

“Thanks for the meal.” Cloud always left so soon. He never really stayed for the small talk like most of your regulars had before the bombing of Mako Reactor 1. You never asked him to stay, though, simply showing him a smile as you got his cheque ready for him. But today… You did want to ask him one thing, before he left.

“Cloud.” He hummed, head snapping up at attention to meet your gaze as you spoke his name. “Why… do you come here? Why come here when there’s all those other big, nice cafés in the sector?”

The man furrowed his brows then, his gaze falling to the side as he shrugged. “I like your food.”

You frowned a bit then, watching him attentively. That couldn’t be all of it. You… felt it. There was something more. Was he hiding something?

“I’ve heard rumours…” You felt your heart race in your chest as you gathered the courage to address the question that had been burning in your mind since the first time he had returned for ‘today’s special’. “That… You don’t come here just for the food.”

“Why would he go there when he can have free food here?! It’s part of his damn pay! That guy don’t know how to show some damn gratitude!”

Tifa couldn’t hold back a chuckle as she watched Barret get riled up all over again, swinging his arms around. Even though Barret had a point, and it stung her heart that her childhood friend avoided spending any more time than necessary with AVALANCHE… Tifa was starting to think she may understand Cloud’s motives a bit better.

“I think… It just helps him to have someone who doesn’t expect anything from him.”

No favours, no battles. Just a warm meal and a ‘thanks’.

“...Maybe I don’t.”

Cloud’s answer came in the end. He stood then, your shocked eyes burning into his face as he slung his sword over his back and dropped a generous portion of Gil onto the table.

“Keep the change. I’ll see you next week?”

You found yourself unable to answer, cheeks burning in the slightest as you watched him stalk off back the way he came in that calm, unfazed way of his.

But when he had gotten up to leave…

You could’ve sworn you saw him smile.

[kiwicopia]

Fandom Masterlists

Final Fantasy VII — Crisis Core

Jujutsu Kaisen

Love and Deepspace

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Honkai Star Rail

The Bad Batch

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Characters within the miscellaneous fandoms are not up for requests. If a work was written as a request, it's likely this was done prior to dropping the fandom. They are simply random works that I wished to write on my own accord. However, if I do special events, they will be included.

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄.

synopsis. in which a ménage a trois is had with the savior of the planet — otherwise, your boyfriend, and the calamity personified.

genre. nsfw

tw. threesome, sefikura ( yes, you read that correctly. so if you are not comfortable with the pairing, just click off now cuz this isn’t for you ), penetration ( vaginal for the reader, anal for cloud ), praise, edging, rough sex, virginity loss, false sympathy, choking, bottom-ish cloud ( if you’re uncomfy, again just leave pls. ), overstimulation, corruption.

disclaimer. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 17? please dni.

notes. tysm for 500 followers guys! it’s a little unreal to me still since i was only at 200 or smtn before writing for ff7 so like😭 yeah.. anyway, take this in return, aka me going completely out of what i normally do and giving into intrusive thoughts because some of you guys miraculously agreed with my 2am ideas..

sephiroth x cloud strife x fem!reader.

“good, cloud..” sephiroth whispered into the shell of his killer’s ear, nuzzling into the blond, unruly locks that tickled his skin. “very good.. her wails for release are most pleasant, aren’t they?”

said male’s hips stuttered like his uneven breathing had at the praise, nearly spilling his load right then and there into your ever-welcoming heat.

gaia, he hated how much of a sucker he was for such, it was humiliatingly weakening, especially when it came from him.. but he couldn’t let go just yet. not with the series of explicit instructions he’d received beforehand.

instructions that echoed in the all-too-familiar velvety voice throughout the confines of his mind. hardly any different from every other time it spoke, had it not been for that sultry undertone this time around.

a timbre that was slowly beginning to get to the self proclaimed ex-SOLDIER. in more ways than one, he feared. "s-shut up!” he spat despite the betraying rouge coloring his freckled skin. “i know what i'm doing. i don’t..” a hitch. “need you to tell me shit.." he breathed out, watching through half-lidded eyes as your head lolled back into the pillow, grabbing fistfuls of cotton while you waited for release, too.

..because sephiroth said not yet.

cloud didn’t know how, nor did he want to know how, but the highly anticipated first time sex he was blindly walking into seemed.. to have invited a rather unexpected visitor to teach him a lesson on pleasure. a phantom guest, as one might say, who just so happened to have the potential to destroy the planet at any given chance.

otherwise, his greatest nemesis.

a nemesis that was now demonstrating on him how to fuck his beloved girlfriend, rather than ending her very life.

and what was your take on your boyfriend quite literally being made into a canvas?

“f-faster, please, cloud!”

well, it's not everyday you lose your virginity to the savior and threat of the planet all at the same time. it felt like a crime to refuse something so delectable.

so who were you to say no? a little risk and tension added that perfect kick to the whole experience. the cherry on top, and you were ready to savor it.

the planet would be fine, surely. gaia and jenova could hold their tongues for an hour or few.

tilting his head, the bringer of calamity offered a small smirk. "do you, now? your beloved seems to have a plea.. she might want to share how close she is..” came his hushed observation, paired with a particularly harsh jerk of hips into his rival’s rear. “how in need she is of finally letting that coil snap within her.." he added fondly, pleased with the choked gasp that entered his ears as his eyes caught your hazy stare. "isn't that right, y/n?"

a soft whimper was all that was able to leave your lips because it was true. besides, what could you say with an orgasm so close, yet so far away, anyway?

aside from cries for mercy, of course.

"'m really close..” you mustered after a few sharp intakes of air, shaking your head weakly. “c-can't hold on for much longer, though." you added quietly, fighting the urge to cave at the sight of those mischief glinted jades. part of you wondered how cloud was able to even resist the owner while being given that kind of look in battle. you’d probably throw in your weapon right then and there while waving that tiny white flag seen in old cartoons.

perhaps cloud was simply just.. used to it.

although, that didn't mean he didn't hesitate from time to time.

"poor thing.." sephiroth acknowledged in a soft coo, trailing a hand down your thigh in a feather-light manner that elicited shivers. even amidst the sweltering heat. "while i did say to hold out, i have reason to believe it will be more fun to take your rightful release from cloud.. he looks to be faltering by the second." he prompted lightly, holding your gaze whilst his lips traveled down the jugular of his rival to the curve of his shoulder. “perhaps you’ll fix that, hm?”

and as if to confirm his statement, the former hero dragged himself out completely before sheathing the blond again to the hilt. once more in that same, abrupt manner that now had a symphony of noises tumbling free of suppression from his lips.

each one more erotic than the last, somehow. so very lewd, as you’d never heard such pitiful sounds spill from your boyfriend's mouth.. but undeniably pleasing to the ears. a mellifluous string of gasps and moans you weren’t even aware he could produce. and sephiroth was pulling them out like it was just another tuesday.

no wonder he had wanted to hear cloud so badly during their fights.

spurred on by sheer fervor and curiosity, you found yourself feeding into the one winged angel’s suggestion, "how exactly would i.. ngh- be able to do t-that..?"

mako tinted emeralds sparked with intrigue. “oh, it’s quite simple, really-”

"s-sephiroth!" cloud cut through another groan, glowering warningly at his foe like an offended kitten. it was more adorable than it was intimidating, as were all the other glares thrown his way. maybe on the battlefield and with more clothes on, it might have been taken more seriously.

here, however?

it only earned him a snort.

the villain in question simply couldn’t be bothered by such, not with that contradicting flush adorning his killer’s cheeks. just who did he think he was fooling when his body evidently betrayed his words?

"hush now, cloud." sephiroth ordered softly, tapping his sunkissed throat with two leather clad fingers. daringly. "your manners are lacking considerably. y/n here has asked me a question, it is rude to interrupt your own significant other.” he reprimanded smartly, giving the lightest squeeze — which was apparently still fatal enough if that was in fact a whine that entered his all-hearing ears.

cute.

but not convincing enough. “you'll just have to wait your turn." the former general finished in his ear, nipping down on the cartilage before shifting his eyes back to your flustered self. "now then, where were we? ah, yes.” he chuckled, patting down on cloud’s thigh. “climb onto your lover’s lap."

“climb onto his..” heat rushed to your cheeks almost instantly at the suggestion. 

truthfully, it wasn't like you hadn't done that before, but seeing the pathetic state your boyfriend had been in now.. that quivering, whiny mess. you could only imagine just how far sephiroth was willing to go.

apparently, all the way.

his sapphire hues were practically glimmering with tears already from the simulation he was both giving and receiving. all he needed was to be ridden to come completely undone.

you swallowed unconsciously.

so this was the villain you were told of.

honestly, he was hotter than he was annoying or endangering, or however way cloud had described him.

although tempting, incredibly tempting.

that part of you that wanted to go easy on your partner and stay in the position you were in was practically swallowed up by the malicious glint in the calamity incarnate’s eyes. it pitifully won the favor of your other half with ease, coaxing you into sweet, delectable oblivion.

one that became increasingly difficult to withstand.

shuddering at the tremble in your legs, you pushed yourself up despite the burning sensation in your thighs, letting out a strained exhale at the stretch it caused. “sorry cloud..”

a stuttered noise left the blond's lips as he reclined against his enemy's front, rolling his head back against the plush, yet firm chest behind him. were pectorals meant to feel so cozy? or was it simply his fogged up mind?

regardless, the smirk on sephiroth’s rosewood lips seemed to grow at the nuzzle of gold fluff on his bared skin, and furthermore at your willingness. it was.. amusing, to say the least.

cloud, as it turned, was even more delightful up close. pink dusted skin, furrowed brows, watery eyes — truly a sight.

unable to hold yourself back, you brought your lips together for a chaste kiss, mewling into his mouth at the alarmed buck his lower half gave. it was sudden, without calculation, risky, and divine all at once; enough to remind you of your impending climax. but that, again, could wait.

it had to.

warmth brushed and enveloped your tongue, imploring you to suck down on it, which you eagerly did, peppermint flooding your senses. was toothpaste meant to taste this good?

breaking away, if only to keep yourself from diving right back in with the intent of never breathing again, you were allowed a second of air, and only a second.. before your appendages were claimed by a second pair.

and fuck.. they were as soft as they looked from afar. frigid, yet strangely passionate for the nemesis your lover had described him to be. your mind dared to call it delicate.. until it wasn’t. gentle seconds became half a feverish minute as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself to melt to his flame completely.

icarus flew too close to the sun, well you flew right for the caller of meteor, and clung even as your feathers became ash. uncaring of the way he seared your lips with sin, liquid silver tickling your cheeks like a sheen of mercury.

sadly, your lungs did care.

before any worries of your life quite possibly being stolen and swallowed up by the darkness personified, his lips were torn from yours.. and roughly reclaimed by none other than your boyfriend’s.

it took longer than necessary to register the exchange, with you utterly enraptured by the sight of cloud so.. bothered and lustful, as opposed to his usual composed and indifferent self.

meanwhile sephiroth reciprocated the kiss in full, chuckling at the taste of his own ichor spilled across his bottom lip as his adversary drank like a mortal parched. in return, he gave his tongue a sudden nip, musing at the quiet hiss that allowed him a metallic flavored sample of his own. fair was fair, after all.

in his opinion, anyway.

a knowing look amidst the violent lip lock was your cue to regather yourself, bringing your clammy hands to the curves of the former merc’s shoulders. no going back now.

slowly, your hips lifted just slightly, never missing the twitch against your insides as you lowered them at that same pace with a sigh.

the moan that tore through cloud’s throat was pleasant — encouraging. it beseeched you to repeat your ministrations; faster, sloppier- if only to hear and feel more of your beloved.

sephiroth was no stranger and rolled his own front against the man his life became so intimately intertwined with, devouring every sound that entered his greedy mouth. “such a good boy..” he whispered after detaching from his crimson stained lips, nuzzling into the other’s neck. “taking us so well..”

“f-fuck, haaaahhh~ can’t-!” cloud gasped out, arching pathetically against the toned body behind him. “can’t..!!”

a curious brow lifted. “can’t what, cloud?” the silver haired male hummed out, flitting his eyes to yours. “ask him to reiterate, won’t you, y/n?”

vision blurred, you peered over at your partner through blurry eyes, barely able to hold even yourself together. the words came out somehow anyway, albeit spluttered. “s-say it clearer, cloud — fuck!” you cursed, throwing your head back. “please..!!”

and that was the final straw. as though in slow motion, the ex-SOLDIER gave a finishing thrust before a rush of warmth enveloped his cock, trickling between the mixture of limbs like liquid ivory. 

it didn’t stop there, however, as a chorus of pants joined the no longer withdrawn whines of your lover. meanwhile his enemy nailed his prostate with acute precision several more times before meeting his own climax.

sephiroth gave the smile of a feline satisfied with its work. cloud completely undone alongside his lover and the most satisfying of cries to fill his ears? it wasn’t the same as bringing the planet to its knees and under his rule, but the outcome was just as euphoric.

if not more, certainly at the sight of the his seed trickling out of the bruised hole of his dearest adversary. part of him was almost tempted to fuck right it back into him, but the night was young. time was bountiful.

especially for punishment. “mm.. that reply was no good..” the former first commented softly, tilting his head after a contemplative hum before allowing a smile to cross his lips. “but, not to worry.” he chuckled when the blond looked up at him like a deer in headlights, caressing his cheek ever so gently. “y/n and i shall keep going until you get it right, won’t we, y/n?”

willing your eyes to open, you glanced between the pair before falling back against the pillow, staring unblinkingly. “i’m calling in sick tomorrow..”

notes. my bad y’all this.. required a lot of brainpower as expected</3 but i hope it’s somewhat ok! i’ve been hella swamped w moving and orientation, so i’m a bit late on releasing this for the 500 followers gift.. but yeah! tysm again for your support<3

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[ninibeingdelulu]

How he kiss you ✧ ft. cloud strife

When he’s happy/content :

His kisses are feather-light and languid, more a sensual brush of lips than any rushed heat.

He'll nuzzle his face against yours, drinking in your nearness with a low rumble of satisfaction.

Cloud's usual penetrating mako gaze softens into tenderhearted adoration.

Calloused thumbs map the curves of your cheekbones reverently as he peppers delicate, airy kisses across your skin.

Savoring the quiet moments of solace in your embrace, any pretense of bravado stripped away to revel in unguarded affection.

When he’s angry/frustrated:

You'll know his foul temper by the scorching intensity smoldering behind that cool mako stare.

Jaw clenched, Cloud crowds into your space with broad shoulders thrown back - filling your senses with his commanding presence.

One calloused palm fists in your hair, fingertips biting into your scalp as he crushes his mouth over yours in a punishing, breathless kiss.

His other arm bands around your waist like steel, jerking your bodies flush as he cuts off any retreat.

Cloud's kisses are desperate, tinged with snarling possession - all clashing teeth and questing tongue as he ravages your willing senses.

Only once you've melted pliant against that powerful frame does he ease enough to nip at your swollen lips in a hazy daze of lingering temper.

When he’s desperate/anguished:

In those dark and fragile moments when the nightmares resurface with a vengeance, Cloud's usual icy reserve shatters like shards under intense pressures.

He seeks you out like a moth lured to a searing flame, fingers trembling against your cheeks with unbridled yearning.

His kisses are raw and open-mouthed, devouring you with a bruising hunger that steals the breath from your lungs.

You can taste the metallized tang of barely-restrained anguish on his questing tongue as he chases your taste with reckless, single-minded need.

Cloud's deep groans rumble through your bones as he coaxes your mouths into deeper unions, bodies crushed together in a seamless tangle.

He's anchoring every shattered shard back into place through your scorching connection, kept whole by the gravity of your joined heartbeats as one.

When he’s in need for comfort :

After fresh trauma stirs the ghosts rattling through his mind, Cloud becomes distressingly small and fragile.

You ache witnessing such a mighty warrior rendered so haunted and hollowed by inner demons, instinctively pulling that achingly tense frame into your sheltering embrace.

Cloud clings to you with desperate, trembling need - burying his face into the crook of your neck as you card soothing fingers through his tousled spikes.

His lips brush feather-light, barely-there kisses along the curve of your shoulder, seeking steadfast solace in your anchoring presence.

There's such sacred intimacy, such naked vulnerability in these wispy caresses, like offering prayerful worship to the eye of a tumultuous storm.

You simply hold him as he maps the constellations of your freckled skin - reminding him to exhale, to feel grounded against your shared and steady pulse amidst the thunder.

[silverskyeline]

'you're my favourite' 18+

oneshot - aerith and tifa can't seem to hide their feelings much longer. when they find themselves alone at the bar, it's all too much (2.2k words) pairing - aerith gainsborough & tifa lockhart (final fantasy 7 remake / rebirth) a/n - this is an older piece from around 2022 but i thought it would be good to finally post it to tumblr! tags - table sex, fingering, squirting (oops), wet & messy, friends to lovers, minimal plot, cute / sweet, sort of dom!aerith and sub!tifa? this is utter filth im so sorry

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

it was a sunday night, the night aerith usually helped at seventh heaven. she enjoyed the hustle and bustle and excited chatter from the guests. most of all, though, she enjoyed watching tifa gently tend to customers. there was care in her voice with each one and a warm smile to accompany her kind words.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

the last customers made their way through the door and silence filled the room. tifa let a long, held-in sigh finally escape. the exhale eased her muscles and she placed her hands on the table in front of her, bowing her head slightly.

“weekend officially complete..” she said, defeated.

aerith grins as she waltzes over toward her slightly taller friend. bending over, she brushes tifa’s hair from her face to reveal her eyes. “we did it!” a pause and a chuckle, “well.. you did it.”

tifa matches her grin, cheeks flushing at the gentle contact. she stands straight and places her hands on her hips, “hey, don’t put yourself down like that! i couldn’t have gotten through this without my favourite helper!”

“faaaavourite?” aerith gasps softly with a coy smile, lifting herself onto the table to sit, legs hanging. she noted the flush on tifa’s cheeks, god she was so cute, wasn’t she? none of the men here deserved her, but who was aerith to say that?

a giggle slipped from tifa’s lips and she did her best to stifle it with her hand, “don’t act like it isn’t obvious!” she leans over to grab a bottle from behind the other, brushing aerith’s arm with her breasts. shit. her cheeks flush brighter, time for a joke. “i better be your favourite too!”

the flower girl was blushing too, kicking her legs slightly as a nervous tic. “my most favourite.” she admits, looking up at her with admiration before taking the bottle from tifa’s hand. “sunday is my favourite day of the week, you know, because... well, i get to spend time with you.” she can’t help but smile.

her eyes widened, and tifa’s face was bright red by this point. her heart thoroughly warmed, and now racing, she reached to take the bottle back to take it back to the bar. “..me too.” it was almost as though there was electricity sparking between them, she felt herself being pulled closer but did her best to remain composed.

grabbing her wrist, aerith takes it in her other hand and pushes it down to her lap, resting tifa’s hand on her thigh. a moment passed, and aerith set the bottle down on the table, her eyes resting upon tifa’s once more. they both stared, inching closer, hearts racing, hands shaking.

“kiss me.” aerith finally whispered, inches from tifa’s lips, “please.”

tifa did as she was told, leaning in to softly plant her lips against the others. they both instantaneously melted, letting out soft exhales into their mouths. aerith tucked tifa’s hair behind her ear, placing a hand on her cheek and rubbing softly with her thumb. the kiss grew in intensity, they had waited long enough - the longing stares, the occasional accidental touch, they wanted this, they needed this.

aerith’s other hand found its way to tifa’s chest, grabbing a breast that earned a soft yelp. the two giggled through their kiss and aerith grabbed one of tifa’s bracers, pulling her down onto her. pressed together, tifa felt a moan escape her as aerith continued to massage, it felt.. good, to be touched like this, especially by aerith. she wanted to ask for more, but she wasn’t sure how.

the moans and the pressure of tifa on top of her had aerith on edge, the way she slotted between her legs so perfectly, she could feel the wetness building. the urge to be touched was growing stronger, but most of all, she wanted to touch her, to feel how wet she was, and to have her writhing beneath her touch. her hand made its way from her cheek downwards until it found her skirt, inching underneath it to her shorts.

“p..please..” tifa breaks the kiss to whisper before burying her face back into the kiss to avoid any embarrassment. this had aerith grinning, so adorable...

and so, her hand went beneath over her underwear as she palmed at her wetness. aerith pulled back from the kiss and let out a soft breath, looking at tifa through hooded lids. “is.. is this okay?” she continuously works her hand. she’d… never done anything like this before, but it suddenly made sense.

tifa nods enthusiastically and bites her lip to contain her nerves, reaching down to place her hand over aerith's as she leans in to gently kiss her neck. her hips begin to rock against the friction, feeling soft moans creep up along her throat.

aerith melts, leaning back against the cool wood of the table as she gasps at the wet kisses on her skin and at how slick her fingers were becoming even through the fabric. feeling tifa rock against her touch, shit... it was so hot.

using her other hand, tifa shakily undoes aerith’s dress, going button by button. her dress falls open on either side. the cool air nips at her exposed body and causes her back to arch. more...

she’d had enough playing around, she needed to feel her, to have her warmth in her hands. aerith slipped a trembling hand beneath tifa’s underwear. it was there that she found the true goldmine. her hands were immediately drenched in tifa’s juices, fingers sliding over her exposed clit causing her to bite down on aerith’s neck. in a chain reaction, aerith winced and let out a low moan.

“touch me, i want you to touch me.” aerith says breathlessly through moans, “i want.. i want you to feel how wet i am for you.”

tifa continuously lets out soft moans against aerith’s neck, unbelievably turned on by how she worked her fingers. her legs grew weak. it was her turn.

she pulled back to quickly remove her shirt, breathing through the moans that threatened to escape as she did so. aerith looked up at her and watched how her face twitched with each swirl of a finger, and how the moans threatened to escape even more when her finger dipped further down. and then, tifa removed her bra. aerith’s breath hitched in her throat as her eyes were drawn to her breasts. she’d always admired them, always wanted to touch them, to feel them in her mouth and around her lips. now, she could feel herself drooling, saliva welling up around her tongue.

a bashful side overtook tifa and she gently led aerith’s hand out of her underwear, missing the touch as soon as it was gone. she gave her a gentle smile as she removed her bracers, removing her skirt, shorts, and underwear. tifa stepped out of her garments and stood, playing with her hands, face extremely flushed.

aerith simply admired her, leaning back against the table to take in the full view, it creaked beneath her. “tifa..” she spoke softly, “you’re beautiful.” sitting up to reach out and take her hands to see her full body, the smaller one smiled up at her. it was only fair she shared too. her jacket is tossed to the side leaving her dress to completely slip from her shoulders along with wriggling off her underwear. shyly, she removes her bra. 

tifa watches in awe, admiring the other slender frame. she seemed so delicate, yet she held such a massive and powerful personality, like a little ball of fire. “you’re.. you’re stunning, i..” tifa takes her in her arms, wrapping her in a close embrace and attempting not to let nerves get the best of her as their breasts touch. the skin-on-skin contact, the way tifa slotted in against aerith’s thighs. hot breath was exchanged between them as aerith wrapped her legs and arms around her.

moving her mouth towards her ear, aerith whispers in a hushed tone, “..fuck me. here. now. on this table. i want you to fuck me..”

a shaky breath makes its way out of tifa’s mouth and she nods in response. pulling back, she looks into her eyes for a moment before kissing her deeply. they began to rock in sync, both craving contact, as though they could not get close enough.

she hadn’t forgotten her request, tifa places a hand firmly against the table as she pushes aerith down against it. her other hand explores her body, rolling against her nipples and down along her tummy. her skin was so soft, and she loved the way aerith reacted beneath her. finally, her fingers reached her mound and tifa carefully slipped her fingers between her slit. she tried not to gasp through the kiss as she felt how slick she was, her fingers glided across her folds as aerith mewled and whined as though she had been waiting for this forever.

“you’re so wet for me..” tifa mumbles.

aerith mewls some more in response, hand desperately searching for tifa’s pussy - she craved it, she was hungry for it. when she found it, her body relaxed, enjoying the wetness between her fingers as she worked her clit, over… and over… slowly building. tifa cries out, breaking the kiss, legs shaking. the table creaked beneath the weight of the two, the bottles clanking with each buck of the hips.

their breath picked up as tifa’s fingers edged closer to aerith’s silky hole, a finger slipping in with ease.

“mh- ah!” aerith yells, relishing finally having the one she loved inside of her. she rolls her hips further in an attempt to get her deeper. her pace quickened on tifa’s clit, lost in the bliss.

“you like that..?” tifa whispers, inserting another finger, “does.. that feel good, hm?” her soft nurturing voice was like an alluring song, coaxing aerith further.

a moan was all she could respond with as tifa’s fingers slipped in and out of her hole in a rhythmic motion. aerith returned the favor, tracing her fingers along tifa’s lips down toward her needy hole. shaky moans were exchanged between the two as aerith’s three fingers glided inside. she used her thumb to flick her clit, causing tifa to squirm, she followed suit with her thumb.

the two were a quivering mess, moans growing in intensity as their wet juices flowed along each other's hands. they had wanted this for so long, to feel one another, to see wetness drip from their thighs in hunger.

tifa presses her forehead to aerith’s, picking up the pace to keep up with the intensity of aerith’s high-pitched moans. she was fucking her with force, her fingers working inside, curling. the bottles flew from the table, the wood rocking against the floor threatening to tip. with the combined swirling of her swollen, begging clit, aerith felt herself growing closer. her stomach sucks in, a deep pleasure growing from inside.

the way she was begging without words, the way their juices coated the table below them, the way aerith’s fingers were desperately swirling and inserting and gliding, tifa felt herself close too.

“c..cum with me..” aerith whines, spreading her legs further and throwing her head back before she lets out a yell, “mhhhh! please! more!”

she had to stop herself from cumming on the spot, tifa hunches over aerith completely, a hand swirling across her left nipple. “i’ll cum with you.. i… nghh.. i’m not going to last longer.”

“i’m gonna.. i’m gonna s.. s- ahhh ahh mhh nghhhhh!!” aerith finds herself completely lost, her mind glazing over as the climax grows nearer. her fingers fuck tifa furiously, flicking her clit over and over whilst relishing in the feeling of tifa’s long, stiff fingers inside of her. she felt herself clamping down, shaking, a rushing sensation - she was going to squirt, shit.

tifa places her head down on aerith’s chest, whining and crying - was the table going to collapse? fuck, she didn’t care. she just wanted to cum with aerith, to feel her writhe and beg, to make her feel good.

and it was building.. slowly in her core, rising through her stomach to her chest. tifa felt her orgasm course throughout her entire body, squeezing down on aerith’s delicate fingers. her legs almost gave way as it made its way through her, her sweet nectar dripping down her thighs and landing at her feet.

aerith couldn’t hold back any longer, a large, explosive moan escaped her as she tipped over the edge - squirting and cumming and writhing with tifa’s fingers pumping in and out of her. they both cried out, and tifa hit that spot, causing aerith to squirt, even more, coating tifa’s stomach with her juices. waves upon waves of pleasure came crashing down, the room filled with moans and wet 'shlicking' before a second orgasm overcame the two. this one was more intense, the table threatened to give way as the creaking heightened. harder, faster, more, more, they both begged as they dripped.

slowly, the waves calmed, and the two were a sweating heap on the wet, slick table.

panting, tifa rests her head once more on aerith’s chest, slipping her fingers from her lover and placing her hand on her stomach. aerith too removed hers, bringing her fingers to her lips to lazily lick them.

“...see? you’re my favourite.” tifa huffs, breathless.

“hell yeah i am.” aerith grins, placing a gentle kiss on tifa’s crown.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

[jadedrrose]

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭

a cute lil christmas blurb for sephy :) also my first fic for him!!

word count: 867 warnings: fluff, pre-nibelheim sephiroth, the smallest amount of angst ever, g/n reader

Though you sit in a deserted hallway, the echoing sounds of a chaotic Christmas party reach your ears. It had been the somewhat last-minute idea of some Shinra employees who had nowhere else to go for the holiday- yet it spiraled into a much bigger event once the SOLDIERS caught wind of what was going on. 

You stare out a large window, watching as each snowflake floated ever-so-gently downward. It was rare to see snow in Midgar; and so you were completely in awe, captivated by the white dust that began to cover the floating city. “It’s… so gorgeous,” you sigh, squeezing the man beside you’s hand, tearing your eyes from the snow to look at him. But he wasn’t looking out the window at all, rather, he looked directly at you.

“It’s a rare sight,” Sephiroth breathes, maintaining eye contact. “But perhaps not the most gorgeous thing I’ve seen,” he adds, nodding to you.

You blush at the indirect compliment. “Stop,” you giggle. 

He hums, but says nothing more. Feeling hot underneath his persistent gaze, you look back to the snow.

The roaring of laughter and cheers from the party grows much louder for a few seconds, and you can’t help but wonder what exactly was causing the commotion. “I wonder if they’re doing gifts?” 

“Gifts?” Sephiroth echoes. 

“Yeah. I know I saw a few of them bringing in presents… I wonder if there’s any for you,” you smile.

“I seriously doubt that there would be,” the silver-haired man sighs, and your smile fades into a frown.

“What? Why?”

“No one’s ever gotten me a gift before,” Sephiroth replies. 

As the words leave his lips, you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, a horrific pang of sadness in your heart. “That can’t be right,” you say, voice becoming shaky. “Never?” 

“Never,” he confirms, and your heart breaks for him. Sephiroth smiles though, perhaps trying to act as though the situation were ironic or somehow funny. But as you gaze into his sparkling Mako eyes, you can see sadness behind them. 

Pulling your hand from his, you envelope his large frame into a hug. “I’m sorry, Seph,” you run a hand through his long, silver hair. “You deserve hundreds- no, thousands of presents.”

“It really doesn’t matter to me,” he shakes his head, but his hands rest on your back. “The only thing I need is you.”

His words make your heart skip a beat. You’d technically been dating for a while now, but you found yourself always feeling shy around him, while Sephiroth tended to open up much more slowly. Those two things combined resulted in a rather slow-moving relationship. So for him to say that meant a lot. Heart soaring, you smile. “Well, if it helps… I did get you a gift. It’s back at my apartment, though.”

“I appreciate it,” Sephiroth gives you a gentle squeeze. 

Pulling back from his embrace, though still holding onto him, you look to the floor beneath you. “Although… I have another gift I could give you now,” you confess, and a bashful feeling rises within you. Were you truly about to be so bold?

“Oh, do you?” He raises an eyebrow, giving you a smirk that melts your heart. 

“Mhm,” you sweetly hum. “Umm… could you close your eyes?”

Sephiroth complies, long lashes brushing over his cheeks as his eyes shut. You look between his now closed eyes and his lips, starting to hesitate. But you’d already told him you had this other gift for him, so there was no going back now. Slowly, you bring your face closer to his, heart beating faster and faster as you begin to feel his breath fanning over your skin. Closing your own eyes, you finally close the space between you and him, pressing your lips to his with a soft, innocent kiss.

You half expect him to pull away, but instead, Sephiroth leans into the kiss, moving a hand up to hold your head, pulling you closer to him. You melt into him, tangling your hands within his hair. 

You stay like this for ten seconds, then thirty seconds, and finally a minute, before you completely lose track of how much time has passed since your lips connected with his. It’s the next wave of distant cheering that reminds you both you’re not truly alone, and that anyone could find you at any second. Though, as you begin to pull away, already missing how soft and warm his lips felt against your own, you decide that you don’t care if anyone sees. If it were possible, you’d kiss him until the end of time, anywhere. 

Sephiroth smiles down at you, his eyes slowly opening. His loving gaze makes your cheeks grow red, and that shyness returns to you. Averting your eyes, you look to the floor again. 

“That was by far the best gift I’ve ever received,” he breathes. “Thank you.”

“B-but I thought it was your first one?” You stammer, voice hushed to nearly a whisper now.

“It’s still my favorite one,” he replies.

Your eyes meet Sephiroth’s again, and you return his smile, before tilting your head up and leaning towards him to give him another ‘gift’. 

[ariseur]

childhood friends and reward kisses with cloud strife ❤️

cloud didn’t mind the silence so much, especially considering his chest was not filled with words but with a quietude that only the sound of a quickened heartbeat thumping between his ribs could interrupt. he almost savored it at times, knowing he couldn’t be annoyed with something that didn’t exist.

this wasn’t one of those moments. you patching him up from his recent scuffle with an abundance of shinra’s lackeys and advanced machines. cloud could have easily done this himself, you know that, yet you insisted to do it for him anyways. he didn’t say much in return besides a small, ‘thanks’ as he limped over to your sofa.

it only wasn’t a moment because cloud didn’t mind you, whether you talked or not. although, even if he wouldn’t outright say it, he did find it a little sweet that you still remember small bits of your childhood together that you still recall to this day.

and yet your soft laugh breaks him out of his reverie, a chuckle escaping you and into the air — which almost makes him forget about the dull stinging echoing on the epidermis his jaw while you pressed alcohol soaked cotton balls against it.

you start up again as you brain whirs in search for more memories. “do you remember. . .” you trail off, lips twisting as you try to think of a funny moment. cloud watched for a second or two before your eyebrows raise with newfound idea. you smile again, “when we found that cat in the alleyway? the one that tifa gave some bread to?”

“oh, yeah,” he says in response. he remembers trailing after the two of you, hearing the distant cooing of your voices as you had crouched down to see a small kitten hiding away in the dark alley.

cloud couldn’t help but let a small amused huff of air puff through his nostrils at your antics. he had to give it to you, you were pretty good at taking his mind off of the pain.

“ginger,” he said blankly.

you looked up at him — slender, mako eyes already glued on you. quirking a brow, you waited for him to give you more context. “ginger?”

“ginger. that’s what you had named the cat,” he added. your mouth form a small ‘o’ shape with the realization. you softly laughs. “right, it had a bright orange mark on its forehead.”

he hums in agreement. at times like this there would be some memories he couldn’t remember, even when you blatantly described them with such detail. it was nothing if on the horizon, only blurry shapes and sounds that came with these memories. he was glad you still recall them, though, a greater comfort than you’d think.

“this might hurt a bit,” you say. his eyes flit down to where your hands roam over his arm, the thick laceration evident in the flesh of his arm as you hover a needle and thread over it. “do you want some—“

“you didn’t want to let go of the cat when we had to go home, even when your parents wouldn’t let you keep it,” he keeps going. you notice how his eyes clench shut with a furrowed brow as he cuts you off.

you cock your head.

and it’s almost like he senses it, because when he opens his eyes, he squints at you. “keep going,” he mutters, before closing his eyes again. you realize what he’s doing; keeping the conversation to take his mind off the sting of the sanitizer and the prick of the sterilized needle.

cloud hears you chuckle again. “yeah, said the cat carried diseases.”

he huffs, “it just wanted a home.”

the rest of the time is spent with mindless chatter, you both lose track of how long the procedure goes on. talking about tales of what he remembers back in nibelheim, talking about how different things are now — and before he knows it, you squeeze his hand reassuringly and gently tap his knee.

“we’re all done,” you say. “do they feel alright?”

he lifts his leg and moves it around, craning his neck and checking the rest of his injuries to ensure that there’s minimal pain left behind other than achy bones. “yeah, it’s fine.”

“look at me, don’t even know how to stitch someone up yet i got it perfect the first try,” you grin.

“you didn’t know how to—“

“don’t you think i deserve a kiss for how amazing i did?” you beam, half hoping that he’d forget about the fact that you know little about stitches and medical assistance besides fundamental healing magic.

he pauses, making a small, choked sound of surprise at your proposal of a reward. you tilt your head with a smile before puckering your lips out dramatically — making cloud scoff. hesitantly, his head leans forward as his eyes flutter closed. he can hear his heartbeat thump in his ears as a gloved hand comes to grasp the underside of your jaw, a soft gasp escaping you when he leans in and pressed a quick peck to your lips.

it was only for a second, but when he pulls away, there’s stars in your eyes and he can’t help but huff amusedly at the sight.

his eyes fixate on your figure even when you get up, skipping away to put the medical supplies back in their proper cabinets in the bathroom — leaving him to sit in silence as he waits for you to come back.

cloud enjoys his own company more now that he can include another, the quiet no longer so comforting unless you’re in it. he is on the cusp of insensibility and it only fills him with confusion. maybe you use magic or maybe you’re somehow manipulating him. he doesn’t know. cloud doesn’t know anything anymore except that he cannot sit on your sofa the same way he did before without feeling the phantom warmth of your hands lingering on his.

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