#sub final fantasy

[sh1-n0bu]

hehehehheheheee pretty birb bf

winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to “hang on” before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky

winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you

winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. he’s still worried, let him worry for you in peace😠

winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket — wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes

winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just… well, touch them to your heart’s content really. he doesn’t care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesn’t care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesn’t care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. he’ll indulge in your silly shenanigans

winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project

winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy

winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him

winged bf who knows that it isn’t your fault. you probably don’t know, you don’t have a wing after all, so you don’t know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself

winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation

winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being “s-sensitive! aaah… f-feels too sen—♡︎ sensitive! y-your haaandd♡︎” as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast

winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this… could he really ever refuse you?

winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a “cuz’ ahh haamgh—! [n-name], please! please don’t—♡︎ d-don’t touch them...? they’re sensitive too aanh haagh mfgh♥︎!!” when you ask him why

winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips

winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didn’t felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that “f-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]—! it mnggh♡︎ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weird♥︎♥︎!!”

winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldn’t flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises

winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt… so good?

winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isn’t exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time

⇨ sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!

[lisutarid-a]

"-Still just a child, aren't you? A pigheaded, pathetic, daddy-hating child. And under that brattish exterior? Loneliness. -I don't deny it. Why would I? It's brought me all this."

[deathberi]

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) // FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE (2020)

[zylphiacrowley]

(Making It Official)

<previous - next>

[avianautopsy]

Finding out new Ardbert lore dropped and feeling normal about it

[telamons]

Jill: This isn't just your struggle, Clive. It's ours. And when we see how hard you fight, it inspires us to do the same. Or... would you rather we left you to save the world all on your own?

Clive: No, that's not... Ignore me.

[alexapayne24]

Come eat me out🫢🤤

[altocat]

Sub Sephiroth is way overdue. I noticed that people that really enjoy/understand his character from both sides of Nibelheim prefer it. Truthers unite ✊

😈😈😈😈

In all seriousness, I just think it fits best for him in certain types of relationships. I'm personally a Switch!Seph person as I do think he enjoys being dominant at times. But with that said, sub is very important, at least for Sane!Seph. It helps him experience a sense of safety and control, regaining a sense of trust after years and years of giving it away for free to Shinra. Sephiroth relishes the idea of being good, of being so good and safe and cherished. Of having something genuine he can receive from others because he is WORTH that effort. Not as the hero. Not as a weapon. As a human. It's very therapeutic for him. Obv he likes having something he can personally provide, as well as taking direct control when he needs to. But he enjoys the bittersweet security of surrendering as well. They are both critical components of his identity.

[zariyen]

Need to awkwardly slide in here because I only have my priv Twitter left BUT I just wanted to say that your WoL illust looks gorgeous

I love her does she have a name? 😳👉👈

HIIII omg thank you so much AAH 😭😭💖💖💖💖 i'm so happy you think so!! i put a lot of love into a sketch for once (HAHAHA) because I love my wol sm....... i'm so glad u do as well!!

her name is Hallow Himaa!! 🥺🥺🥺 no special meaning behind it - I like the word Hallow, and I wanted to give her some lore so I made her part of the Himaa tribe hehe 🥰🥰

(if you have a wol too.... pls tell me all about them i'd love to know 🥺)

i'll also post the rgkg here since I forgot to do it before hehe

[sh1-n0bu]

yall really thought i was done with monster reader? nuh uh. VAMPIRE READER WITH A SHY MONSTERFUCKER CHARACTER

a shy monsterfucker who didn’t knew they were a monsterfucker yet, who didn’t knew of the kinks they had yet to awaken in themselves, who only thought of themselves as vanilla meeting you for the first time and thinking that you feel not so human. don’t get them wrong, there was nothing about you that was out of place. you looked human but you just… didn’t really felt like it at times

maybe it was the way you sometimes yawned and your jaws opened just a little bit too wide. maybe it was the way you were able to see so damn well in the darkness, eyes sometimes nearly glowing until they shake their head and your eyes looked just fine. maybe it was the way they slowly noticed that you barely ate anything whenever you hung out together, merely ordering a black coffee with extra shots or asking for the black coffee to be made just a little bit thicker. maybe it was the way your smile stretched just a little bit too big to be normal, sharp fangs and canines glistening

either way, you didn’t feel normal. you didn’t feel entirely… human, to them. but they find themselves shrugging it off, still thinking of you as their friend and a close companion

it all gets thrown out when you go radio silent one day. no phone calls, no notifications, no messages or hell, letters. just silence. worried sick, they make their way over to your house, using the spare key you gifted them and stepping inside to a dark and messy home. blinds closed shut, home miserable and, were those claw tears in the back of the couch?

feeling their guts churning with the desire to run away, they call out your name under their breath, akin to a whisper. when receiving no response, they call out again, feeling like they want to run away as they think of their choices. only a one step deeper into your messy home and their vision was swimming, being slammed down onto the floor as something hisses above them before it trails off into a low laugh. dazed, they open their eyes to find… you. except, it wasn’t really you. glowing slitted eyes, wide smile and a sense of danger

“fresh prey, walking straight into my grasp. must be my lucky day…” even your voice sounded weird, as if two people were talking at the same time. one, your normal voice and the other more high pitched. like how some creatures’ voice becomes higher pitched to mimic others and lure prey into their grasp. like… a monster

they tried to flee, to talk sense into you, fear and desperation tugging at their heart as their words trail off into a terrified whimper when your jaws open just a little bit wider, slits appearing at the sides as a long forked tongue runs over knife like sharp fangs before closing again. this felt like a nightmare, something they never really thought of happening before. they could only look away, tears stinging in their eyes when your clawed, stretched fingers tear off a piece of their shirt’s neck area open, thinking that you will tear them apart like how you just did with their clothes just now

a shy monsterfucker who lets out a yelp when they feel a wet feeling on their neck, something long and wet slithering over the skin as if softening the flesh there. despite the fear churning their stomach, they couldn’t help but whine out as their body suddenly started to feel hot. so needy and pathetically hard and wet in their pants like a hormonal teenager as they stare at your long tongue. even as you laugh at the flushed look on their face and make some demeaning remark, all they could do was stare

and to their own horror, they let out a fucking moan when your sharp fangs bite down on the same place you just licked at, head thrown back onto the floor as a loud plea for more falls from their lips. pleas of biting their neck more, tear their flesh apart with your fangs, clench down those strong jaws, absolutely ruin them to your own pleasure. they didn’t get it, wasn’t it supposed to hurt? at least, from all the movies and books, but no, it felt good. even as their blood gets drawn out and your canines dig into their flesh, tearing the skin apart, all they could do was moan out loud like a desperate harlot. mind muddled and body twisting to weakly hump at your knee between their legs, even as your jaws let go of their neck and licked the wounds close, they could only whimper at the loss of the feeling

the next morning, they woke up in your bed, surrounded in comfort and soft beddings. was… last night a dream? were they imagining it all? a wet dream?

their confused brain stops whirring question and theory after one another as the door to the room opens, you stepping in with a cup of steaming hot tea in your hand and a plate of some fruits cut into small pieces in the other. looking just fine and normal, no fangs, no blood, no strange slits at the corner of your mouths, no long slithering tongue, just a normal [name], albeit a tiny bit worried. so it was all just a wet dream…

since that day and that strangely realistic dream that the shy monsterfucker thought they had, it became a bit hard for them to look you in the eye and hold a normal conversation. they were fucking embarrassed, hell ashamed even, by their own thoughts that conjured up such image of you in their own sleep. they always knew you gave off an eerie, not-so-very-human vibes but even then, imagining you as a goddamn vampire who saw them as your prey was... a little bit too much. they didn't even found vampires attractive, but if you were to somehow magically turn into one, maybe they wouldn't mind it much. of being your bloodbag, your sweet prey, your willing sacrificial lamb that you toy and flaunt like a trophy pet

shy monsterfucker who gets too sexually frustrated easily ever since that one specific dream, always staring into your mouth whenever you're looking away and talking or laughing, hoping to see a glimpse of an unusually sharp fangs. who think they do indeed see something and immediately lets out a quiet whimper, thighs squishing and rubbing together as that one dream plays out in their mind again. who excuses themselves from the hang out earlier so they can go home under the guise of a "not feeling very good today", when in reality they would be touching themselves again that night, humping their pillows with pathetic broken moans of your name. sometimes, when feeling bolder, they would say the same pleads they did in their dream, asking you to bite them as they throw their heads back, neck free and pristine. if they shut their eyes tight and imagined hard enough, they could remember the phantom feeling of your slithered tongue running over their skin. humping at their pillow harder with a broken sob of your name as their body shakes, soiling their pillow case with their own cum again for the nth time in the last 2 days, changing it once more

they didn't get it, they usually had just a normal amount of sex drive, who barely got horny unless they were intoxicated or something. this newfound sexual frustration was weird to them. new and scary with the ways it left their body all hot and bothered just by looking at you. staring, waiting and gulping down saliva to wet their throat as their mind goes to the gutter. imagining your clawed hands trailing over their bare skin, maybe leave a few small cuts if you feel like it, hold over their hips a bit too tightly to leave a bruise, bite at their porcelain skin. would you make them your personal bloodbag if they acted good and begged hard enough?

shy monsterfucker who gets caught, mind too fuzzy with filthy thoughts as they moaned out your name into their pillows as you invite yourself inside their home with a bag of fresh fruits that you bought for them to get better, the spare key they gifted you in your hand. who didn’t knew they were caught, thinking of it as simply one of their imaginations again as they see you standing on the doorway to their room, leaning on the doorframe with a low hum

“i knew i used too much calming saliva on you” you say out loud, only getting a broken whimper of your name as their fingers curl inside their hole, tired and confused. vampires had a special aphrodisiac like mixture in their saliva that they used to calm their prey before feasting and to their bad luck, you have accidentally used an excessive amount when you drank from them few days ago

“[n-naameee]♡︎ ahck t-touch me! touch me, please♡︎…?” they cried out, hearts swirling in their pupils, face flushed to the tips of their ears as they whined out deliriously with an open mouth. a sweet prey, right in your grasp. since you were the one to cause it, it would only be right to fix your mistakes right? cooing out words of faux comfort, you step over their sweat clung body, taking in the way they looked so out of it. all wet and hard, too dazed to even say your name properly

shy monsterfucker who immediately lets out a squeal when your fingers push into their hole, while their own fingers were inside too! please be gentle, at least let them get their own fingers out first? who only could let out a broken sob when they could feel how deep your fingers curled inside them, feeling the way your fingers stretched and fucked their pathetic hole open easily. they were nothing but just a weak sex toy for you, a meager little bunny whose legs twitched and shook every time the pads of your fingers jabbed at that bundle of nerves inside them, squeaking like the precious little thing they were

“baahn—! aangh ah haang buh-bite..?” they asked, teary eyes staring up at you with so much love and lust as their wet lashes flutter against their red cheeks. “b-bite me♡︎..? aamh haah i... i’ve been such a go-ooddd♡︎♡︎ good bloodbag for yoouu♥︎!!” they blabber on, arm wrapping around your shoulder as they try to pull you down to their neck. the bite mark of a few days earlier already gone and healed thanks to your healing saliva. you could just hear the thrumming of fresh red liquid from under their skin, heart beat loud and erratic like a war-drum, begging you to tear them apart

shy monsterfucker who lets out the loudest moan, breaking down into pathetic blabbers of gratitude and pleads for more as you gave in to the instincts to feed. back arching up from the bed so prettily, soft chest against your own, a rapid beating heart under their own skin that you could feel against your cold, still one. shy monsterfucker who lets out a filthy squeal, tightening around your fingers as they cum on your hand, soiling it as the tears that built up in their heart pupil eyes finally fall down

shy monsterfucker who begs for a kiss, asking for your lips to be against their own. who lets out a cute muffled sob when you do just as they asked, tasting the metallic taste of their own blood on your lips before something long slithers down their throat. long and wet with a thicker textured saliva coating it, being pushed into their mouth, forcing their jaws open as they choke of their own moan as you continue to torture that tender spot inside their tight hole. gagging as your tongue slithers down their throat, feeling the way their adam’s apple feels a little bit wider due to how deep you showed your tongue inside their mouth

shy monsterfucker who could only cum dry, into your hands, tired and body aching due to their constant actions to try and relieve their sexual frustration. mouth left open, swollen lips wet with your mixed salivas that connect your faces just a little bit longer as your forked tongue comes slithering back out. eyes all hazy, nearly shut close with how low lidded they were. you would have mistaken them for unconscious if it weren’t for the weak whimper of a “mmghh—! s-shoo goowd♥︎ t-tongue... wan’ your tongue inside meegh♡︎♡︎” as they weakly wiggled their hips

shy monsterfucker who watches as you seemingly easily manhandle their body so you could do as they nicely asked, their strong body meaning nothing to you. who watches with their hands on the pillows by their head, neck painted a saccharine red that you loved, lust heavy eyes staring at you as a few tears fall from them. who lets out a broken sob as they see the way your jaws open a bit too wide, slits appearing at the edges of your lips to make it easier for your long tongue to come out. like a snake, it licks at their inner thighs, bloodied fangs leaving cuts on the tender flesh there as their legs violently trembled in your grasp

shy monsterfucker who chokes on their moans, head getting thrown back as your tongue pushes past their tight walls, eagerly humping your face as much as their shaking body could allow, feeling the way your tongue reached deep inside them — more than any meager sex toys or dildos ever could, twisting their insides. wailing out “guhhckk♥︎♥︎! s-sho deEEHNGK♡︎ y-your tongue— f-fuckinnh aanh nyah♥︎!! fuckinng my guts! aah ngaah—♥︎!” as they felt the way your tongue moved back and forth inside their hole, claws digging into their legs and thighs to keep them in place, forcing them to keep their legs open. who blabbers drunkenly about their mind melting, mushing up their words as they slur your name before fucking squirting. shrill noise between a moan and a squeal falling from their swollen lips before losing consciousness

shy monsterfucker who will most definitely ask you to bite them again the next time they wake up

⇨ dan heng, yingxing, argenti, moze, bronya, firefly, gepard, robin, caelus, yukong, legolas, lindir, meludir, baizhu, charlotte, diluc, furina, ganyu, kaveh, nilou, kokomi, xiao, calcharo, jiyan, xiangli yao, rover, zhezi, shorekeeper, aerith, zack, angeal, tifa, vincent, sephiroth + anyone you think will fit, really

[haellen-o]

"My teeth? What about them?" "Show you them?... Uh... Okay?"

[crisiscutie]

Bit of a stupid question: I noticed in a couple of the sub Sephy fics you’ve written, particularly your most recent, poor boy gets incredibly aroused at the idea of breeding darling, but never actually gets to - have you ever written sub Seph actually getting to breed her? I’m not active enough on here to know if you have or not, so you can ignore this if you have 👍

Not yet! But I certainly can. I do love it, as it is an essential part of both the breeding and femdom kinks. And I think Sephiroth, no matter the version, would certainly enjoy working to earn that special privilege. To plant a seed of love into his goddess and nurture it with her is the ultimate dream. And he'd be damned if any other man thinks he can compete with him. He wouldn't even tolerate himself besting him.

pairing: C.C. Sephiroth/EVA (Goddess Darling)

Content Warning: NSFW, Mommy Kink, Thigh Crushing, Futanari, Egg Laying/Birth, etc... Multiple DDDNE Kinks.

Sephiroth devoured your cunt like a ravenous wolf, causing you to moan softly and tighten your thighs around his head.

He's squeezed your fleshy thighs tightly, a sure sign of him begging you to squeeze him more since his mouth is too busy worshiping every little bit of your plump cunt.

He could be such a needy brat. If he wasn't doing such a great job, you would've stopped squeezing him by now.

When he removed his tongue from your cunt, there was a slight resistance because of your muscles contracting around it.

Your growing, trembling clit received a sweet kiss from him when you climaxed, coating his face in your addictive juices.

"Thank you for granting me this treat, Mother..." He said, his twisted kitten eyes beaming at you.

"Now you're happy?" you said coolly. "You were pouting like a brat not too long ago."

You rose, giving him the opportunity to sit up as you settled on his lap, noticing his hard bulge.

"Mother, I apologize. I'll be better for you..." he said, nuzzling apologetically into your neck while rubbing his clothed bulge against your cunt.

You knew what he wanted. He had just served your cunt as you ordered, but there's something you else you wanted.

Your cold JENOVA-pink eyes locked with his intense blue ones as you cupped his cheeks.

"Did you retrieve my crystal from your last mission, Sephiroth?"

He nodded, taking out the small crystal and pressing it against your lips.

You accepted it, devouring it like candy. Your round pupils dilated as the power surged through you.

"Good boy," you whispered, as he pressed your hand to his cheek and nuzzled it.

His smile beamed brighter when you freed his angry, throbbing cock from his pants and positioned your gushing, plump cunt over it.

As he reached for your hips, you shot him a death glare. "No," you said. "lay down. You haven't earned that privilege."

Obeying you, he silently pouted, his smile quickly transforming into a brief frown.

...But that frown turned into a face of pure euphoria when he felt your cunt blessing his cock.

You didn't bother taking it slow. You kept forcing your cunt down to his base repeatedly.

This was the one bone you'd throw him, since getting that crystal couldn't be an easy task.

You grunted when his cock head kissed your cervix.

You pushed aside your goddess robes, revealing that your clit had morphed into a thick alien cock, smacking against his chiseled abs as you rode him like a bitch in heat.

He whined endlessly for you, his slit pupils dilating from your cunt suffocating his cock.

You might just let him cum in you... You wondered if the spawn born from his seed will be human compared to the multitude of other monstrosities you birthed.

His hands quivered, teetering between the urge to grab your hips and brutalize your cunt. Yet, he must stay a good boy for you. He must.

He's all set to make your insides white as snow, but only when you command him.

"You're phenomenal, mother," he gasped, his dark smile spreading wide and bright.

You let out a sharp groan of pain and pleasure, breaking your cold facade!

Fuck, fuck. Inside your alien cock, a cluster of small eggs began to line up, making your cock visibly bulge.

You need to cum now. They were so difficult to expel, especially alongside your seed. So you rode Sephiroth faster than ever, panting as you held onto him tight.

Amazingly enough, he still didn't touch you, even in his euphoric trance.

How cruel it was, not even given the chance to suckle from your bouncing bosom.

And he would've been more than happy to coax the eggs and cum out of your cock, but you wouldn't even let him do that.

But at last, you couldn't contain yourself any further and let out a loud scream, releasing onto his chest and splattering some onto his face.

Peacefully resting in the crevice of his abs, the transparent alien eggs, covered in your cum, revealed the outline of the developing lesser pink spawn within them.

Both of you were trembling violently, yet you managed to gather enough strength to lean down and whisper in his ear.

"Release," you ordered.

As per your command, he screamed while his cum filled your womb, ensuring nowhere of your insides was left untouched.

You ran your fingers over his cheek-length bangs and caressed his head as he recovered.

"My sweet boy..."

[cheriepies]

Drabble fic (kinda??) while I work on my other projects!!

content contains; genderneutral!reader (There are no pronouns used for you!), dom!reader, sub!character, teasing, brat taming (if i take my glasses off and squint) this is more of a thirst than anything ^^ thinking of continuing it

Imagine that you're on the phone with him. You were teasing him like normal, but he seemed to be a little uncomfortable. You heard him groan quietly, his mic barely picking it up. You thought that you might've taken your joke too far, but little did you know, he actually enjoyed it when you bullied him. So much so that now he has a problem that he can't exactly fix on his own, he goes silent for a moment and mutters something along the lines of "God, what am I gonna do now…? " You ask him to repeat what he said, claiming to not have heard him clearly. He starts stuttering and saying that it's "embarrassing" and "naughty." You chuckle at his bashfulness. He's so cute whenever he gets like this! You tell him that it's okay and that you promise you won't laugh at him. He hesitates for a moment before speaking. "I get all excited when you tease me…" Your face heats up at the implications of what he just said, so you decide to tease him further. "What do you mean by excited? I think I need you to clarify for me, love." He lets out a drawn out groan, claiming that you know exactly what he means, but you continue to feign ignorance! It's so much fun teasing him. You tried to hold back a chuckle as he whined out your name, quickly regaining your composure and clearing your throat before responding. "I might have an idea, but I need to hear you say it!" He blurts out an abrupt "No! I can't, I really can't!" You shake your head slightly while grinning to yourself; he just needed one more push. "Well… You're my good boy, right?" He starts to get all excited, practically sounding like a broken record, saying, "Mhmm!! Mhmm! That's me!" You felt a pull on your heartstrings… How could he be this cute? "Well, good boys always communicate their needs, right? And you're refusing to tell me what it is, so I guess you aren't my good boy after all…" Tears start to well up in his eyes, and he starts pleading. "Nononono I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I'll be good! I'll tell you." He takes a few deep, shaky breaths and says, "I get… uhm…'stiff' whenever you do it, and I can never properly calm myself down afterwards because it's never enough, and oh god, I'm rambling too much. I just need you to help me, please." You giggle softly, the warmth from earlier spreading from the apples of your cheeks to the tips of your ears. "Of course I can help you with that. All you had to do was ask!"

A/N; I hope you guys enjoy this!! my friends were going crazy when they were proof reading this for me ^^; they're such sweethearts. p.s. thank you guys for helping me out! I love you <3 .

[shrmply]

i started a ffxiv journal with an old planner i wasn't using :-)

[telamons]

"We don't even know where the fucker went. How about we cool our heads and think this through, eh?"

[foreverfearlessred]

no but like I’m actually ready to THROW HANDS with Williams over how Logan has been consistently treated this season. Logan babes get behind me I can FIGHT.