#sephiroth ffvii

[indigeko]

This is stunning and deliciously detailed 🙂‍↕️⭐️

sephiroth

[fel-09]

I like the way it looks It was worth staying up at night and drawing.

[emetselcch]

headcanon that sephiroth talks like a streamer when he’s lonely and by himself in his downtime from harassing cloud & co.

[yaxh1ro]

[solaceoftheshad0ws]

Him once more 😔

[nightmare11ss]

(*つ▽`)っ

[midgarangel]

nsfw alphabet dom!sephiroth

contents: unhinged sephiroth hc’s, dom!sephiroth x sub!reader, protective/possessive seph, p*rn w feelings, somnophilia, marking, yandere/stalker archetype mentioned in “j.”

— ʚɞ

a · aftercare

It usually goes like this. You remain pressed together, him inside you, above you, gentle kisses dropped onto your oversensitized skin. He is the only thing that exists, your entire world, all-encompassing, a universe of comfort and love and searing heat. You are far beyond words, and even your tears have stopped running, but it doesn’t matter, because he feels his heart beat in tandem with yours, your soul intertwined with his. Your cunt occasionally clenches around his still somewhat hard cock, but he doesn’t move, careful not to hurt, but loathe to leave your warmth. He wants you to feel how much he loves you, because words will never feel good enough. And right now, after loving you so thoroughly that you are both still shaking, he slowly pulls out, slipping two of his fingers inside you to help you slowly close up, minding the whines that tumble out of your mouth, minding your clit, oversensitive from his abuse. “i’ve got you.” and he settles on his side, facing you, pulling you into him, to kiss and caress and hold you until you fall asleep in his arms.

b · body part

Sephiroth likes his body more for functionality than aesthetics. That can’t be said for his hair though. At first, he liked that he was strong, big, and tough enough to deal with the abuse his father and his shitty environment threw at him. He likes how he’s always been so agile and fast. Always catching others by surprise, their incredulous eyes when his masamune is in their throat before they even see him move. He loved when he could finally fight back and win. Then, he came to love and hate in equal parts the way others looked at him, trying to gauge if they wanted to talk to him or run from him. He knows how tall he is, and that his muscles are packed, the width of his shoulders. He likes his dexterous hands, he likes his strong jaw and smooth voice, how it makes anyone shake a little bit. He loves that he can pick you up and manhandle you so easily, like his body was made to worship and adore yours. He likes his cock too, even though you were weary of it at first, not sure if it would fit. He lives for the way it takes everything in you to take him. How he breaks you apart every time, threading the line between pleasure and pain, between worship and desecration. He goes insane for your pussy, his own personal heaven, made for him to lick and fuck and breed. Loves your thighs and covers them in bite marks, your legs wrapped around him, loves your pretty tummy and the way it goes all taut when you’re on your hands and knees as he presses on your back until your arms give out. He loves your dainty hands in his. He loves your neck with his teeth and his kisses, holding your life in his hands. He’ll sometimes possessively grope your ass out of nowhere, just to make you jump, and he loves fondling your tits in the crudest, most vile way possible, to make his good girl squirm and blush, reminding you that your his. A contrast to when he lays on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, your hands running through his hair, making delicious little shivers run down his spine, his hips and into his cock. And what makes his heart burst and his eyes twitch, what makes him so unbelievably hard, is your face, all of the thousand different smiles you have, your plush lips and your delicate teeth, your sweet tongue, your nose he can’t stop kissing, your jewel-like eyes he has to make himself look away from, your elegant cheekbones and the curve of your jaw. The little beauty marks in random places. Can’t forget about your voice, soothing him and exciting him in turn. Sometimes it almost makes him hate himself, that he was born to kill and ruin and destroy, that this is what he is the absolute best at, when all he wants to do is worship your beauty and your life. He’ll have to settle for sex, to make up for all he cannot say.

c · cum

He’s only a man, isn’t he? It’s natural to want to come inside you all the time, he reassures himself. It’s biology. He loves when you swallow him down too, begging for his cum down your throat, on your face too sometimes. He had to pull out of you (ignoring your frustrated whines) to make himself come on your stomach so many times when you were just starting to mess around. Now that he knows the absolute ecstasy of emptying himself deep inside you, of filling you up, making you utterly his, he’s never, ever pulling out again.

d · dirty secret

His intelligence and terrifying laser-focus, his ability to strategize and predict an exact outcome. Mind tricks and invincibility, combined with his physical abilities and talent for violence, it made him a dream for shinras science department and would have made him a nightmare for such a sweet girl if he didn’t love you so much. Being on the receiving end of his full, undivided, eternal attention feels like standing in the eye of an omniscient god who just really, really wants what’s between your thighs, what’s behind your ribs, what’s inside your skull. His frequent deployments and ventures mess even more with his need to claim you, and your need to be claimed, to be held and possessed by him, and because you’re so smart, you do some research and shyly suggest that he give you a toy only he could control. His brain fully stops functioning for a moment, especially since you bring this up during a fully clothed conversation about your mutual feelings. You take his silence for hesitation, or even worse, rejection, so you give him some more arguments, about how you both love and crave when he orders you around and you obey him perfectly, the relief and sense of rightness that floods you both when you’re at his mercy. How he gets off on telling you you’re his, his and only his, making you repeat it back to him. When his hand rests around your throat at all times without squeezing, just because he needs to feel you with him. When he rewards you endlessly for being such a good girl for him, for keeping yourself safe like he taught you, for sucking his dick when he told you to, for showing him how wet his voice makes you. You say all that, and he says “Anything for you.” in that voice of his, desire burning in his eyes.

e · experience

Not much but that doesn’t mean he can’t fuck. Sephiroth was primarily focused on his goals and his connection to Jenova, not on romantic relationships. But then you came along. In a way you helped guide eachother. He hears your wants and needs, turning them into realities. You learn from eachother.

f · fav position

He loves it all, with a preference for anything that allows him to see your face, all of your blushing, see how you look up at him in pure adoration and love. He needs something that allows him to cage you in, hold you against him, all safe and sound, for him to position however he wants. He’s a big fan of fucking you on your back with your ankles crossed behind his neck, folding you until you’re completely at his mercy, opened up for him to take. Really loves fucking you on your side as well, especially in the middle of the night, under the covers, with you all tangled in his arms, your leg high on his waist, every inch of you pressed against him. Prone doggy works really well too, especially when he covers you with his heavy body, better than any weighted blanket, to take away all your anxieties and help you focus on nothing else than receiving his love, and giving him all of yours. Sometimes he takes you against a wall, when he wants to show off his strength, but your height difference can make it somewhat awkward.

g · goofy

Sephiroth = very dry, and dark, sense of humor. He can be witty at times. When you first began your relationship, he tried so hard to make you laugh even if the jokes were awkward, so you’d relax and feel safer with him. He allowed you to make little jokes in bed, because he knew the tension was hard on your poor nerves. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous either. The nervousness melted away eventually.

h · hair

Sephiroths not very hairy on the rest of his body, courtesy of his light hair. The hair on his head is a different story. Sometimes during sex you’d pull on it without realizing, earning a graon and a, “Do that again.” from above you.

i · intimacy

Any sort of relationship with Sephiroth will need a stupendous amount of trust and intimacy to even exist in the first place. He, just like you, is far too intense, too odd, too traumatized to allow for regular human feelings and relationships. Sex with him feels like you could drown if you aren’t careful. If he didn’t keep you conscious and swimming in his arms, in the tsunami of feelings and sensations you bring to each other. It feels like a declaration of love every time, and you cry under him more than a few times (he’s always so proud of you for giving him so much). Everything about living with Sephiroth is intimate, the s necklace around your neck, the ache between your legs, his scent in your bed, his kisses whenever he’s close to you, his voice permeating your dreams. When you bring him a glass of water while he’s doing reading, and he loops an arm around your hips to bring you closer. He looks up at you just long enough to kiss your hip in thanks, and you curl up with your own book on the couch opposite to him, not prying in his business, but still present. He takes you to bed twenty minutes later. When he makes you strip in front of him while he sits with his legs spread. When you both wake up in tandem at three on some random thursday night, overcome with love, even though you already had each other not five hours ago, you lift your leg over his hip he can slide inside of you. Your face pressed against his throat, while he mumbles insane words about how much he loves you, thanking you for letting him inside you, that he knows it hurts, and you’re his little slut and he loves you to death.

j · jerk off

Sephiroth has this uncanny ability to dominate his environment, to use every single piece of sensory information, of material component for his own purposes. He remembers every sensation, every ache, every movement. He remembers every pleasure, every taste, every feel. When he’s deployed, thousands and thousands of miles away from you, the only thing that can put him to sleep is to drown himself in every sensory memory he has of you. When he’s sharing living areas with his fellow soldiers, he sometimes contents himself with remembering the silk of your skin and the weight and texture of your muscles when he gives you a massage, or the sound and light pulsing of your heart when he lays his head on your chest. Most of the time though, he needs more. He can’t help it, he’s only a man. He’s real good at risking his life, at killing, at being a strategist, analyzing, at manipulating intel out of every person and item around him. He’s also a healthy young guy with a really hot girlfriend and very high libido. He needs the release so he doesn’t go insane again, so his aggressiveness won’t make him do something stupid when he’s out on the field, with dangerously high levels of testosterone thrumming through his blood and his brain reminding him of what you look like bent over. He’s always rough with himself, the way he usually is with you, because he doesn’t know of any other way to express his love for you. Other than to utterly ravage you and himself. He usually thinks of something absolutely depraved, like of being a deranged stalker slipping into your bedroom at night, while you’re sleeping naked and feeling all safe, unaware of the predator looking at you. His hand tugging at his cock faster as he imagines standing over you, pulling your covers down and kneeling over you so he can stare directly between your legs, jerking off on top of your dreaming body, until he comes all over your sex, your inner thighs, your lower belly. A terrifying gift for you to wake up to, so you know there’s a monster watching over you. It makes him so hard to think you’ll always have his claim on you.

k · kink

Panty thief? maybe. Definitely has a scent kink, obsessive/possessive, slight stalker tendencies. Light somnophilia. Very into marking and soft restraints. Wants to know everything about you, all the time. Cannot get enough of hearing you whine and blabber “I love you” when he’s inside you, making you come. Feeling safe to be so utterly needed and worshipped by one he worships also. He knows he likes being in control. he also knows how grateful he is that you give yourself to him. Shibari makes sense then and it makes him go berserk. Nothing else exists in his big brain other than the ritual of tying you up, taking you both into this other space, and you, all bound and pretty, at his mercy, it makes him want to spoil you rotten, want to make you come until you pass out. His whole life, his day to day, his work is a continuum of violence and domination. He’s only ever getting more dangerous, endless potential where most men his age have already reached their prime. It feels sane/normal for him to be in command, to know exactly where he is going, to hurt and kill and destroy in favor of a larger objective. Or maybe the opposite when he actually saves someone. It’s just in his nature, and then he comes home to his partner and takes her as he should.

l · location

He has a preference for your place, because it smells and feels like you. Never in public.

m · motivation

He’s heavily touch-starved, touch-desperate, touch-ravenous. Sephiroth cannot get enough of your hands all over him, caressing his face, tangling in his hair, massaging his scalp, his neck, all over his chest, digging into his back, grabbing his ass, caressing his cock. Even just holding hands gets him going, or when you touch his forearm, trace his muscles and veins with your fingers, and he’s got a thing for you kissing his arm when you’re out in public. It makes him feel so wanted by you, helps him understand you truly do love him. Praise. You praising him. You begging for him. Him providing for you. “Sephi, I love you so much,” with tears running down your flushed face, followed by a little hiccup of pleasure, as he methodically ravages you. “You feel so good inside me, so big, perfect fit.” When you finger yourself open and make yourself take four of your dainty fingers in front of him, dripping wet, begging him that you’re ready, that you can take it, and it’s still a stretch when he fills you up. You telling him you need him, can’t live without him, need his cock, need his cum. Giving yourself to him. He loves protecting you, keeping you safe and sound. Making sure you have everything you need. He needs to be your reason for living, the one you want entirely. He needs you to take his love, take his cock, take his teeth on your neck and his hands all over you. Any show of intimacy gets him going, from you crying in his arms to falling asleep curled up next to him, showering together, whispering your deepest secrets. He also has a (barely) hidden wish to get you pregnant, make you fully his. I should’ve added that to kinks. Breeding kink.

n · no

Not a strict no at first, but he doesn’t really like being penetrated. He’s tried it and it just doesn’t do it quite right for him, though it does make him more considerate towards his partner he tops. A bit of spanking is okay in his book but he’d never want to take it further than that when it comes to violence. He’s rough, and strong, and big, and passionate, but he’d never hurt you for real. You feeling safe in his arms, being needy for his touch is what he craves.

o · oral

Oral is a whole topic for Sephiroth. Its very own category of sex he could spend hours on. He loves eating pussy. He loves giving because it feels so intimate, so good, he wants you on his tongue with your thighs shaking and squeezing around his head. He loves to bite your inner thighs, to make you spread your legs wider. Loves to fuck his tongue inside you and feel you clench, feeling you dripping. Gently sucking on your clit until you go from tense and thrashing to soft and crying his name, begging him to stop, but he knows better, right? This pretty pussy belongs to him, and he’ll lick it for as long as he wants. And you sob out a “Yes, Seph..” that makes his cock throb. He adores making you sit on his face, ready to worship you like the little goddess you are. His offering to you white and sticky on his skin where he came untouched, just from the ecstasy of being surrounded by your body. He loves it as much as you love sucking his cock, taking him on your knees with your aching throat stuffed full. You’ve spent just as many hours licking his cock, the two of you training your mouth, your jaw, your throat to open up enough for him to slide deeper, and deeper, like you cannot get enough of him no matter how much it hurts. He learns you need it as much as he does, and as your dynamic progresses, he learns to use it as a way to center you and himself, to fulfill your mutual craving for obedience. When he comes home and tells you to get on your knees before he even kisses you, tells you to keep his cock warm while he’s reading through a debrief. He never knew there would be so much intimacy in fucking your pretty mouth, holding you down, coming down your throat as there is in licking you open, having his face all drenched in you, feeling every fold of your pussy on his tongue. He also really, really loves to 69.

p · pace

Sephiroth naturally tends towards the rough and fast, but he learns to be soft, to be slow, to be gentle not only because he’s concerned about the stretch he imposes on your sweet cunt, but also because you teach him to explain his feelings without violence. It’s hard for him, but he tries, really hard. He’s especially good at going slow and soft when he’s already come once, or when you’re the more assertive one. He’ll usually be softer when you’re particularly fragile and vulnerable, broken down by whatever troubles your mind and the harshness of the world, to remind you that he’s here and always will be. He’ll protect you against everything but himself, and you can let go of everything else if you just hold onto him.

q · quickie

Penetration with no prep is difficult at best, impossible at worst, but he knows exactly how to take care of you when you suddenly get needy for him and he has no time. Gathers you in his arms, “Spread your legs for me.” and kisses you while his long fingers work you open, mercilessly hitting every single nerve inside you without the slow buildup you prefer, and it feels like electricity running through you, too much, too fast, too strong, and he pulls an orgasm out of you before you can get your bearings, putting you in this fuzzy headspace where he rules everything. Sephiroth loves you all out of sorts and fucked out like this, allowing him to take your body, and to take your mind into a place where you don’t need to think. “I need to leave soon, so you just need to open your pretty mouth and let me fuck your throat, can you do that?”

r · risk

His life is molded around risk and danger. He never risks you, but sometimes the heat of battle, of absolutely dominating during a mission , of danger, it makes him hard, makes him see red, and if you were there, he would do things to you he would not be proud of in the morning.

s · stamina

It took months of continuous sex and of you repeating to him that you loved him and needed him, for his dick to finally occasionally get soft after his first orgasm. It’s better now, but he can still spend the night between your legs, overstimulating you both to tears, coming half a dozen times until he physically cannot get hard anymore, and you can’t even sit up.

t · toys

Big fan of them. Especially since he loooooves overstimulating you.

u · unfair

He’s not that big of a tease, preferring to overstimulate you until you’re sobbing. He knows it hurts to not have anything inside you when you’re turned on, but it also hurts when he forces his cock inside you without any preparation. So he settles for shushing you, gathering you in his arms so he can make out with you while fingering you open, the delicious stretch of his fingers so satisfying. You writhe and moan and curl in his arms like a kitten in heat, and he kisses you endlessly, pressing his weight against you to pin you down, not giving in to your pleas for his dick just yet, “need to stretch you a little more, okay?”

v · volume

Sephiroth is vocal for sure. His voice drops an octave when he’s turned on, he can’t help it. When he tells you dirty things it often ends in animalistic sounds, he’s a growler. He tries to muffle those sounds at first, afraid of scaring you, because you’re so pretty and sweet, you don’t deserve to get fucked by someone who can barely keep himself from sinking his teeth into your pretty throat. Then he understood that you like the gravel in his voice, and his breaths, his moans, his whines, his breathless little growls that rumble in his chest. He learns to be a little louder for you. Most of all, he learns how wet his voice makes you, and that his pet names, loving and degrading and praising you. It makes you go insane. He loves making you whine, cry out, and sob his name. Loves when he manages to break through your self consciousness until you forget everything but him and scream.

w · wild card

Can occasionally be submissive, usually when emotion is breaking him down, and your love is the only thing keeping him from drowning, the only light at the end of the tunnel. That usually means you overstimulating him like he does you, telling him you love him while kissing his forehead, and he whines and comes and comes and comes. Will send you dick pics, and videos of himself jerking off, especially when he’s away. He has a secret folder in his phone cause he just misses you. You make him hard even when you’re not there. He keeps a stash of slutty pictures of his love.

x · x-ray

Sephiroth is big everywhere, and he knows it.
“F-fuck Seph, you’re so biiiig” makes his head spin, and when you add “it’s too big, I can’t take it” with wet eyes brimming with tears, looking up at him in adoration, he has no choice but to reply: “It’s not even halfway in, honey. I know you can take it, though, can’t you? Just trust me, baby, give yourself to me.” He shows you he can split you open without pain, bigger than anything you thought was possible for you, taking you to a place beyond ecstasy. It takes all of your focus each time, feels more like a religious experience than anything else, like receiving a god inside you. But for him you’ll do anything. Rearrange your body however he wants, loving him as intensely as he loves you.


y · yearn

Ready to go at a moment’s notice, ever eager for your touch, your kisses. Sephiroth is a frozen abyss of thought and feeling that never learned how to express anything other than what he needs to accomplish, specific objectives. There’s a presence inside him howling for love, bleeding for your attention. He’d like to have you every morning and every night. Have you preen under his caresses during the day, and allow him to do awful things to your body while you sleep. Trusting him like he’s some kind of knight instead of a wild animal.

z · zzz

Sephiroth has had trouble sleeping for years now, never really having a truly safe place to rest at night has messed with his brain. In your cozy little place though, in your plush bed, his body closest to the door, you curled up in his arms, he slowly learns to relax and let go of constant vigilance. Sex helps too, especially when he allows himself to use you until he’s come once, twice, sometimes thrice or more. Then after you’re both cleaned up, he wraps you up in his arms and kisses you until you both drift off. You usually wake up with his arms around your throat and face, pressing you fully against him, an iron embrace you’d have trouble breaking from if he didn’t wake up at the same time as you.

— ʚɞ

i hc sephiroth as a sub most of the time but i love picturing him this way too.

[snacobie]

I miss him

[jadedrrose]

The Reunion

After years of going on without him, your beloved Sephiroth returns to you in a moment of burning desire- resulting in a rather intense reunion.

˚₊· ➳❥ word count - 2173 ˚₊· ➳❥ warnings - nsfw/smut, female reader (feminine pronouns/titles are used), not fully proof-read, insane/post-Nibelheim Sephiroth, slight power play, breeding kink ˚₊· ➳❥ notes - I do not know what possessed me to write this. But here it is. I... am going to go hide away in shame now. Goodbye. (There is now a part two to this)

In the deepest hours of the night, within the dark room that was once a shared sanctuary, you lay, alone. There’s a yearning that can never be fulfilled raging through your veins, driving you to the brink of insanity with desperation. 

It’s been multiple years now since you last saw him, but that didn’t stop your heart from giving him your love. They’d claimed he died- “Sephiroth the hero, killed in action”, they’d said. But you didn’t believe it, no. 

He’d visit you in your dreams; short blissful moments where it was like everything was back to normal, where he was okay. You cherished these dreams, clinging onto the hope that perhaps it was his spirit reaching out from the lifestream, visiting you, comforting you. But sometimes a strange darkness leaked through, like he was hunting you down as though you were his prey. 

It excited you. 

It felt so taboo, to think you enjoyed the feeling of being weak to his mercy. Yet you craved it. Especially tonight, after having a rather intense dream of Sephiroth last night, one that left you desperate for more all day. It led you to where you are now, in the bed you once shared with him, the silk black pillowcase that belonged to him under your head; the one you hadn’t washed since before he’d disappeared. His scent was still there, though slowly fading away. Breathing it in as you bit your lip, you wished you could take in more of his intoxicating smell. 

Your fingers danced from beneath the black lace underwear you wore, a pair Sephiroth had gotten for you long ago. Gathering your wetness between your index and middle fingers, you dipped into your slick folds, coaxing open your hole. If only it were his fingers sliding into you right now.

Inserting them all the way, you sigh, chest rising up high as you clench around your fingers, barely used to having anything inside of your cunt by now. With the years that passed since Sephiroth’s disappearance, your tolerance for how much you could take lowered. Even so, you still longed for the days of when he’d bury himself in you, holding you tightly as you kept his length warm. 

Curling your fingers, you bite your lip again, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to imagine it’s Sephiroth that’s pleasuring you at the moment. Your head falls to the side, and you inhale his scent again, and breathe; “Sephiroth…” Suddenly, the smell of him grows stronger.

There’s a weight added to the bed, and you keep your eyes closed, knowing you must be dreaming of him now. And to think you’d fallen asleep fingering yourself to the idea of him. He’d call you pathetic, but then add “how cute” to the insult.

A hand much larger than your own slides over your bare stomach, leather touch carefully reaching towards your legs. Yes, please, Seph… touch me…

Your lace panties are pushed down and out of the way. His hand catches yours, pulling your fingers from your dripping hole. This feels so real… 

He drags your hand up to his lips, and kisses your fingers before licking your juices from them. 

“Do you always touch yourself like this? To the thought of me, claiming you as mine?” His voice says, and it’s then you realize…

This isn’t a dream. 

Opening your eyes, you find that you are in fact awake, and looking to your left, all of the air in your lungs is sucked away as you gasp, your eyes meeting his cyan, feline-like ones. 

“Seph…?” You say, not believing what you’re seeing. 

He smirks, looking at you in a way he never did when he was alive. His gaze is sinister, yet there’s still a softness to his eyes. He removes his gloves, and tosses them away without even glancing away from you.

“I’m here now,” he releases your hand, now moving to hold your face. He whispers your name, and just as you begin to cry, Sephiroth brings your lips to connect with his own, kissing you with a deepness that can only mean one thing- he misses you.

You kiss him back, your hand that wasn’t just soaked within your panties flying to him, clinging onto the back of his coat. A sob breaks from your lips, but he swallows it, pulling away for a brief second to shush you.

“Shh. Don’t cry, my love. Our reunion is something to celebrate,” he comforts you, though cryptically. 

His hand leaves your face and goes back to the skin on your stomach, gliding down and dipping between your legs. He swirls his index and middle finger around you, lathering them in your juices. As he finds your tight hole, his thumb brushes over your clit, and you gasp, whispering his name.

“This is what you want, no?” He asks, gazing at you the same way he’d look at prey. 

You choke down a sob, but nod. Sephiroth’s smirk grows into a smile, and a deep chuckle escapes him. “Good…”

Inserting his fingers into your cunt, you cry out, feeling yourself throb around his fingers. They’re so much thicker than yours, but it feels so familiar and comforting. You missed this. You missed him.

“My poor little wife… she’s gone so long without my touch that she’s lost her ability to take even my fingers,” he says, shaking his head ever so slightly. “But don’t worry, I’ll help her…”

You continue to writhe, your hips shaking as he fucks his fingers into you, scissoring them and rubbing his fingertips against your gummy walls.

Just as you start to come undone around his fingers, Sephiroth pulls them out of you and unzips his pants, hastily pulling his cock out. When it’s finally freed, you stare at it, realizing he’s going to give you what you longed for. 

“For the reunion to be complete, the seed must be planted,” he says, moving to kneel over you, his knees resting just beside both of your thighs. “My wife… bearing my heir to the planet in her womb… just as mother intended.”

You have no clue what he’s talking about, but you let him continue on. Sephiroth slides his cock all over your folds, gathering your wetness onto his length. The shaft glides against your clit, and you shudder, clenching around nothing. But not for long.

Grabbing hold of your thighs, Sephiroth angles them up, before moving his hands to hold you just under your knees. And then he pushes your legs up, as far as he can without breaking you. You’re completely trapped underneath him, entirely at his mercy. Just as you wanted.

He continues to hold your leg with his right hand, while his dominant one goes to his cock, lining it up with your waiting hole. Pushing inside of you, Sephiroth lets out a hiss while you cry loudly. He’s unearthly big, and while you hadn’t forgotten this fact, you’d simply forgotten how it felt. You want to reach up and hold him, but you physically can’t, so instead you grasp at the sheets underneath you.

He breathes out your name, a devilish smirk on his lips. “I’d forgotten how good you felt- your tightness smothering me like this. It’s wonderful.”

He pulls out just a small bit, before firmly thrusting back inside. You squirm some more, panting his name as you try to get used to the stretch. 

“Should I let you grow more comfortable with this feeling?” He asks, looking down at you with a strangely loving look on his face. “After all, you’ll be carrying my child… it might be helpful for you to get used to being filled.”

You whimper, knees shivering as he lets go of them completely, allowing you more room to move. He lowers himself against you until not even the air in the room can get between you and him, and so you wrap both your arms and legs around him, burying your face into his neck. Sephiroth’s silky silver hair cascades around you, softly tickling at your bare skin. He then returns your embrace, sneaking his arms underneath you to hold the back of your head, while his left hand goes for your waist.

“I cannot wait to see your stomach grow with the seed I plant in you, my goddess… how beautiful you will look, swollen with my heir in your womb.”

As the words leave his lips, Sephiroth places a hand over your stomach pressing against where his cock rests inside of you. The feeling is overwhelming and intense, but lovely. After a moment of feeling his girth prodding through you, he resumes his movement within you, slowly yet powerfully thrusting into your cunt. You moan his name, and he hums pleasantly in return. 

“We will rule over this planet together, along with mother. She will be so pleased to hear that you’ve returned to me… even more so when you birth our child, extending her legacy…”

Sephiroth continues to mumble odd things about his mother, the planet and is especially vocal about how he’s going to impregnate you, calling you his beloved goddess the entire way through. With each word that leaves his lips, he continues to thrust into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. His ramblings grow more incoherent, though, as he grows closer and closer to his climax.

You’re incredibly close, too. It’s surprising you held out this long, considering that you were masturbating before this. 

“Are you ready, my love? Very soon now… my seed,” he gasps for air, “it will fill you… your womb- It will be mine.”

You cry out his name again, much louder than the previous times, as you begin orgasming, your entire body trembling with ecstasy.

Sephiroth groans, grabbing your hips and pulling you as tightly against him as possible, and comes undone. Thick spurts of hot cum spill inside of your cunt, filling you with a warmth you’ve never experienced before. It felt heavenly. 

He’s quiet for a moment, laying completely still on top of you, cock still twitching within you. But he’s still incredibly hard, which tells you he isn’t through with you just yet. “You did so good, my love,” he begins to say, brushing your hair away from your face, gazing deeply into your eyes. “But I’m not quite done… I must ensure you’re properly filled- there’s no point in breeding you if my seed doesn’t take.”

You slowly nod, reaching a hand up, grazing your thumb over his lips. “Okay…” you sigh. “I… love you.”

He holds your face so gently, smiling softly down at you. “Yes…” he whispers, lips inches away from yours now. “Give me your love, my goddess.”

At his command, you press your lips against his, your hand tangling into his hair as he kisses you with passion. Sephiroth suddenly thrusts inside of you again, and you gasp, allowing him to dip his tongue past your lips. Now fully making out with him, your saliva mixes with his own, dribbling past the edges of your mouth as you drool. He chuckles into the kiss, the deep sound echoing through your head as he starts rhythmically thrusting again. This time he goes deeper, pushing the limits on how closely two humans can be connected.

Clutching onto him, you tug at his hair, spilling your moans into his mouth. Sephiroth growls when you tug a bit too hard, but welcomes your roughness otherwise. In turn, he thrusts harder, faster, bruising your cervix with his tip, which is surely swollen and bright red by now.

It doesn’t take long for Sephiroth to start cumming again. He’s super-human, after all, and can go for as long as you want him to. There were times where he’d edged you and himself for hours, but didn’t break once. Now, it seemed he would cum inside of you until you could no longer physically fit any cum inside of your cunt. However, the idea of that excited you even more.

By the fifth round of Sephiroth pumping his seed into your womb, you were completely a mess. Trembles wracked throughout your figure, and you were so spent, you could no longer moan or cry for him. Instead, your mouth hung open, drool spilling down your chin and all over your neck, trailing down to your breasts. Your cunt, now red and puffy, was bursting with Sephiroth’s cum, the white substance leaking out from your hole and pooling beneath you on the bed. 

Still inside of you, Sephiroth moves to embrace you, after inspecting your cunt to ensure that he truly could not fit anymore of his seed inside of it. Clutching you against his toned body with a fierce grip, he made it clear that he never intended on letting you go. 

“And now… it’s done,” he pants, cock slowly growing soft while being hugged by your sticky, cum-slick walls.

“The first step of our reunion…to plant my heir inside of your womb… is now completed, my goddess.”

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[hfj-art]

~Sephiroth~

[dinjoyer]

Redrew a scene from Ever Crisis bc Rosen and Sephiroth are everything to me 🙁 they should’ve been on the playground together…

Tried to go for a retro anime/Last Order style but idk if I rlly pulled it off.

[noctunis]

dear diary …. why can’t i just have sephiroth ….

[tireddovahkiin]

Mommy issues am I right

[Yall cut me some slack i have NO idea how to draw Jenova💀 I basically speedran this shit on the phone with my finger]

Based on this meme:

[emetselcch]

Mister Seph E. Roth comeback soon 🐍🪶

[yaxh1ro]

[solaceoftheshad0ws]

Another sephiroth piece 😼😼😼