midgarangel

[midgarangel]

nsfw alphabet 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.

[midgarangel]

hii i took a tiny break and got a few requests that i’ll get to sometime this week.

also a dom!sephiroth post that’s been sitting in my drafts is going up tn :3

i miss writing for cloud so ty to those who sent some ideas for him!!

xx <3

[midgarangel]

Can you do more Sub!Sephiroth 🙏🏿🙏🏿

ꗃ feverish | sephiroth 🪽

summary: he’s sick, a cold maybe, but he swears you can help him feel better.

contents: nsfw! sephiroth x fem reader! dry humping, counter sex, sub!seph, penetration, sickness (the germophobe in me would not do this js.)

words: 1k

authors note: ty for requesting :3 i hope you like this one!!

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He only had a small cold. Or at least, what was a small cold. And of course he acted like a helpless animal, asking you to feed him, to bring him an assortment of vitamins, even to help him shower. A sly smile that he hardly tried to hide displaying on his face when you did entertain his antics.

“You can’t take any more meds, Seph. Not for another few hours.”

Sephiroth always prided himself on his flawless immune system. Now that his body had been compromised by harmful bacteria, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. But thank god he had you.

For the past two days all he could do was mumble and groan from the couch. Exasperated noises and whines of sickness filling the living room as the over six foot man struggled to lift his arms, begging for your help with the remote.

That’s why it surprised you to feel the searing warmth of his arms wrap around your waist as you stood in the kitchen. Your working hands coming to a stop on the meal you were preparing.


“Seph…you’ve already contaminated our living room! I don’t wanna be next…” You argued while attempting to shrug out of his grasp, finding your efforts ineffective.

Over the past couple days you had made a valiant effort to sanitize the house and frequently wash your hands. You knew he would take care of you if you fell sick, but you also knew that the idea of wallowing in the two of yous illness together was appealing to him as well.

“Mmm..I need a break, this fever…” he murmured while burying his face into the crook of your neck. Laying hot kisses in his wake.

“Then let me make you a cup of tea. Or go take a warm shower don’t—!” His hands began to roam your body. Grasping at the skin of your stomach before moving to knead at your chest.


“Not what I had in mind,” His words came out breathless. Whether that was because of his aroused state, his clogged sinuses, or both, you weren’t sure. But the needy grips his calloused hands laid on your body began to have an effect on you.

“You can go a few days can’t you?”

Sephiroth responded with an unconcerned hum, a low groan soon leaving the back of his throat as he grabbed your hips. Grinding his half hard erection against the flesh of your ass.

“You’ve been so good to me. Can you help me some more?” His fingers dug deeper into your flesh, rutting the length of his bulge languidly against your backside.

“Please?” He whispered. His hand came up to your neck, his index and thumb taking your chin and turning your face to meet his. It was too late to save yourself when his lips met yours, his tongue greedily working the wet room of your mouth as his hands massaged your breasts.

You sighed into the kiss, accepting the hunger that overtook you as well as the heat that gathered between your thighs. You soon gasped into his embrace as he was now turning you to face him, one hand resting on the back of your thigh as the other moved behind you.

Haphazardly pushing the cutting board to the side so he could swiftly lift to place you on top of the counter. The cold stone of the counter caused you to arch your back as you pushed your chest into Sephiroth, who now hurried to remove your top and bra. Exposing your hard nipples to the cold of the air that had previously worked to cool his fever, which only proved to be a futile attempt as the crimson on his cheeks only grew.

He pulled your waist so his erection could meet your clothed core. His eyes hung low with a fevered lust as you moved your hips to work against him. The both of you moaning as he hung his head forward between your chest, releasing sinful whimpers as he urgently rutted into you.

Your brain began to cloud with its own brand of Sephiroth induced fog. He was so desperate that you only wanted to provide for him. Your boyfriend hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts pulling them down alongside your damp underwear to your ankles.

Kicking them to the floor as he lowered his boxers and sweatpants, revealing his hard cock. The tip smeared with a bead of pre-cum that you reached to run your fingers against.

He shuddered at the sudden attention from your delicate touch. His body was practically on fire. Having to separate himself from you only caused him to become pent up, needy for any attention that you would provide his weeping cock.

Your hand wrapped around his length as you stroked him with expertise. Heavy breaths flooded the room. He placed his hands on the edge of the counter to steady himself as you worked his shaft. Your left hand came to cradle the side of his face.

Poor thing.

Twisting your hand around him, your thumb swirled the sensitive skin of his head as you whispered in his ear.

“Is this helping you?”

His head nodded fiercely against your neck. “Mmm Mhm, thank you—” His delicious whines filled your ears as he began to lightly shake. Your own sex was becoming neglected when your left hand lifted his face so his eyes could meet yours.

“Can I fuck you,” he near but begged. “I can take care of you too.” His lips connected with yours for a passionate kiss. Butterflies spread in the pit of your stomach at his adoration for you. It wasn’t often he got like this but when he did you happily let him succumb to his urges. He parted his mouth from yours, a string of saliva connecting to your now glossy lips. Sephiroth still pumped himself into your hand. “Make you feel good.” He enticed.

You nodded your head when he took the head of his cock to swipe between your folds. Circling the slickened tip around your swollen clit and dragging it back in between your folds.

His hands came to rest softly against your lower waist, thumbs digging into the crest between your thighs and torso. He began to push his hot length into your even hotter walls, his eyes closing to keep him from cumming right then and there.

“F-fuck” He sputtered pushing himself deeper into your core.

“Seph, please” Your legs lifted to wrap your calfs around his back.

Your heels were digging into his ass to encourage his strokes. Sephiroth got the message and pushed the rest of his cock into your begging cunt. Engulfing him with a boiling heat as you began adjusting to his size. He began to move in and out of you. His eyes locked to yours as he provided your pussy with slow, hard thrusts.

Each slap of his skin against yours elicited a moan from your lips that he returned with animalistic grunts of his own. Two days too many away from your perfect cunt, and he was never a man of patience.

Your pussy squelched as he dragged the full length of his cock out of you before bottoming out again. His hand moved to the back of your head, bringing you in for a messy kiss while the other moved to your clit. Sephiroth was amazed he had even lasted this long and as his orgasm began to approach its horizon he worked to bring yours to as well.

You gasped into the kiss. His hand quickening its assault as his thrusts entered you at a new angle. Sephiroth pistoning his cock against the patch of nerves that lay within your walls, your hold on him beginning to tighten as he talked you through your imminent climax.

“Cum on my cock honey. I know you need it. I need it.” His words came out in a gravel like tone. He couldn’t hold it in any longer when your cunt began to spasm around his shaft, milking his own release from him as the coil in your stomach snapped. You threw your head back, your mouth falling agape as he growled against your neck. His hot seed filled you with a satiating intensity.

“So,” your breathing now labored, “So good Seph.” Your hand came to massage the back of scalp, wrapping the locks of his hair around your finger as he littered your neck with kisses.

It wouldn’t be until another two days when he denied his involvement in your oncoming fever. His own having been broken when he suggested a new at home remedy to cure you.

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<3

[midgarangel]

Caleb accidentally finds your vibrator and curiosity gets the best of him... MDNI 18+ !!! DUH!

3,929 words!! Oops!!! This was supposed to be a one-shot but I got extremely carried away (・・;)

This one is different than usual it took like 6 days... happy birthday birthday boy ily

Tags/cws: voyeurism, app-controlled toy, vibrator play, remote control, mutual consent, soft domination, emotional tension, powerplay, grinding, lap sitting, overstimulation, teasing, orgasm control, begging, post-orgasm intimacy, dirtiest dirty talk, filthy sweet, deeply intimate, character-driven smut, creampie, desperate sex, body worship, (nicknames including pips(queak) duh sorry not sorry.

It starts innocently.

Caleb’s folding your laundry like he always used to—perfect corners, sleeves aligned, like the fabric might get offended if he didn’t treat it right. You’re in the shower, steam softening the air, and he’s out there, helping. Like nothing’s changed.

But then he opens the wrong drawer.

Not wrong exactly. Just not where you’d have wanted him to go.

You weren’t hiding it, exactly. Just... tucking it away. Inside a sock.

Stupid. Lazy. A mistake. Because now he’s holding it in his hand.

You don’t hear any of this, of course. You’re humming softly under the water, dragging shampoo through your hair, while Caleb—sweet, curious, too-smart Caleb—stares down at the bright pink, silicone curve resting in his palm.

It vibrates when he touches the button.

He jumps, and then freezes.

His first thought isn’t what it is. Not really. He just stares at it, confused, before his brain catches up.

“Oh… fuck.”

Definitely a vibrator. Yours.

He sets it down like it’s radioactive, rubs his hand on his pants, and immediately picks it up again. His face burns hot. His throat’s dry. And he shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t. But his fingers move faster than his shame.

He opens his camera and scans it.

The image search is mercilessly fast.

“Lovense Lush 2: App-controlled wearable vibrator. Remote-operated. Hands-free.”

Remote-operated.

His stomach knots.

He reads. Scrolls. Reads more.

Synced vibrations. Custom patterns. Long-distance partner control. Phone access. Live syncing. Music-matching mode.

His cock twitches in his jeans.

Has someone else used it with you? Has someone controlled it for you? Did you sit on this very bed and let someone else make you come from miles away?

Or… did you just do it yourself?

Did you pull up the app with trembling fingers, thighs clenched, face flushed, and think of… him? When he was away?

He shouldn’t even be in this drawer, but now he’s hard, his mouth’s dry, and he needs to know.

He downloads the app—just to see... Just to understand. At least, that’s what he tells himself as it installs. That’s the excuse.

When it opens, the interface is sleek and pink, deceptively innocent. A smooth control dial. Pattern options. Bluetooth connection.

And one bright button:

“Connect to Device.”

He hesitates… then clicks it.

The toy hums faintly in his hand.

And then: “Caleb?”

Your voice cuts through the air like a knife.

He panics, dropping the vibrator into the pile of laundry like it’s on fire, locking his phone screen too late. When you walk into the room—damp, towel-wrapped, soft from the shower—his face is red.

You slow when you see him. You pause.

Then you see the drawer, and the sock, a little too unfolded, and him, sitting on the edge of your bed, face flushed, thighs spread.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. “You didn’t.”

He tries. He tries to play it cool. But his voice is too calm, too even.

“Didn’t what?”

“You found it?”

He glances toward the drawer. “Maybe.”

“You weren’t supposed to—Caleb!” You grip the towel tighter, heart racing, throat dry. “You were supposed to fold T-shirts!”

“That drawer was open.”

“And you decided to… investigate?”

He tilts his head. “I was curious.”

Your jaw drops. “Curious? You downloaded the app?”

“I didn’t say I did.”

“You totally did.”

He smirks, just a little. It’s smug. Dangerous. Too aware. “It connects through Bluetooth, you know.”

“I KNOW HOW IT WORKS.”

His eyes drop—slow, lazy—to your bare legs under the towel. He doesn’t move from the bed. His phone is still in his hand.

“Why’d you hide it?” he asks softly. “Were you embarrassed?”

You go stiff. “I—I wasn’t hiding it—just—just—storing it. In a sock. For… safety.”

His gaze is devastating, his eyes bore through you. “...Safety?”

You hate how hot your face is. Hate how shaky your voice is when you try to take the upper hand.

“You’re… seriously? You’re such a perv, Caleb, you can’t just—just dig through my drawers and—and play with things—”

“Play with things?”

You glare. You want to sound furious. You probably just sound breathless.

“Who controls it when you use it?” he asks, voice quieter now. “Is it just you?”

You stare at him, trembling.

“Do you give access to anyone else?”

Your chest tightens. Your breath stutters.

The towel suddenly feels too thin. You don’t know what to say.

You’re too exposed. And he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“Answer the question,” he murmurs.

“W-Why are you even asking?”

“Because the thought of you using that,” he says, voice hushed and thick, “without me knowing… kills me.”

He opens the app.

Your eyes widen.

“Caleb, don’t—”

The toy hums from the laundry.

Your legs tremble. The vibration is faint—but you can hear it. You know it.

You gasp, knees nearly buckling. “You—!”

He doesn’t move from the bed, he just sits and watches you. His voice is careful. Curious.

“What do you think?”

“Turn it off!” you snap, voice shaky.

“Say please.”

Your jaw drops.

“You—” You can't finish. The flustered heat crawling up your spine makes your words fail.

He stands slowly, towering in front of you now, his phone still in hand, his cock hard beneath his jeans. He leans in close, his voice a husky whisper.

“…So this is what you like, hm?”

Your stomach flips. You can’t speak.

Your mouth opens—no words come.

He’s too close. Close enough to smell the faint hint of clean laundry on his shirt, the musk of his cologne softened by the heat of your skin. Your heart hammers in your throat like it wants to escape.

“Should I get it for you?” Caleb repeats, his voice quiet, careful, curling with heat at the edges. “Is that what you want?”

You shake your head, once, sharp. “You’re an ass.”

He smiles at that—lazy, dangerous. “And yet you’re trembling.”

“I just got out of the shower.”

“Sure,” he murmurs, eyes flicking down to your legs again, where the towel’s started to shift with the motion of your thighs. You’re pressed so tightly together it’s like you’re trying to stop the vibration that’s not even touching you. Just hearing it has you on edge.

He taps his phone screen. The hum fades.

You exhale shakily, trying to step back—but his hand lifts. Doesn’t touch. Just hovers in the space between your bare shoulder and the towel’s edge.

“...Was it for you?” he asks quietly. “The toy. Was it for when I wasn’t here?”

You go still.

His eyes flicker up to yours, something almost nervous beneath the teasing now... a real question... and maybe that’s worse.

“I—” you start, but your voice catches. You clear your throat. “I don’t owe you an answer.”

“No,” he says, gently. “You don’t.”

You hate that he respects that. Hate how it makes you want to answer anyway.

You glance at the bed. It's rumpled from laundry, and the drawer is still half open. That stupid fucking sock, limp. The vibrator, pink and obscene in its neat little pile of folded cotton.

“You weren’t supposed to find it,” you say, voice thin. “It’s… private.”

Caleb nods slowly. “But you kept it close.”

Your brows knit. “What’s that supposed to mean?"

His eyes are soft. Hungry. “You could’ve hidden it better. Somewhere I’d never look. But you didn’t. You left it where I’d find it… maybe.”

“I didn’t—” You stop. Realize the truth of it halfway through your denial.

Maybe you hadn’t hidden it very well on purpose.

He sees the flicker in your expression. His gaze darkens.

“I think you wanted me to know,” he murmurs. “Or maybe just… wanted me to wonder.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Every inch of you is tight and hot and pulsing. You're wet and not wearing anything to catch it. Self conscious.

Caleb leans just a little closer, head tilted, breath warm against your ear, “Let me try it… I've been very bad, let me make it up to you…”

You almost say no. You want to say no. (You don't. You're trying to lie to yourself though).

But your thighs are clenched. Your breath is shallow. And you hate how close you are to saying yes just because he asked like that.

“…You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, voice cracking.

He hums, low and amused. “Maybe. But I’m still asking.”

You close your eyes. His breath ghosts your cheek. You feel him before he even touches you—heat and presence and the slow throb of your pulse answering his.

“And if I say no?”

“I’ll turn it off,” he murmurs. “Put it back. Never speak of it again.”

Liar.

You open your eyes. He’s close, but not touching. His hands are still at his sides. His phone glows faintly in his palm. He looks flushed, a little wild, but he hasn’t pushed.

He’s letting you decide.

But his gaze… his gaze is asking all the questions his mouth won’t. Would you let him? Would you let him push that little thing inside you and sit across the room—watching, controlling, listening? Would you whimper if he turned it too high? Would you beg for more?

You clench without meaning to. The ache between your legs is embarrassing.

You’re silent too long.

He tilts his head, and for the first time his voice slips past teasing into soft—sincere.

“…Do you want it, pipsqueak?”

That name. It makes you stupid. Weak. Warm all the way down.

You nod once, tiny. Almost ashamed.

“…Yes.”

He exhales slowly, relief softening his jaw. His eyes flicker toward the bed, the folded laundry, the drawer still ajar.

“Then come here,” he says quietly.

You hesitate.

“I’ll be good,” he promises. “I’ll go slow.”

Your feet move before your brain catches up. You drop the towel when you reach him, and he doesn’t react—not at first. Steel. His eyes stay on your face, and just your face. Like he’s waiting for permission to look.

So you tilt your chin up. Just slightly.

His eyes drop.

And fuck—you feel it, the weight of his gaze like a hand between your thighs.

“You’re not wearing anything under that towel,” he murmurs. “Were you going to get dressed before I saw you?”

“…I didn’t think I’d need to.”

He smiles faintly. “You don’t.”

Caleb kneels in front of you.

No rush, no show, down on his knees like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The phone rests on the bed. The toy sits in his hand.

“You still sure?”

You nod.

“Say it.”

“…I want it.”

He kisses the inside of your knee.

“Sit.”

You do. Slowly. Shaky.

He parts your legs and gently sets the toy on the bed between them. Then he kisses the inside of your thigh. Once. Twice. And then again—higher.

“I’ll put it in,” he says. “You just stay still.”

You nod, dazed, already breathless. The anticipation is worse than anything.

He lifts the toy. Clicks the button. It hums softly in his hand.

“Lay back for me,” he murmurs.

You do. The sheets are cold against your skin, and you’re trembling now, fully exposed, legs open. You hear the shuffle of fabric—he’s taken off his hoodie—and then his fingers are brushing up your thigh again, light.

“Lift your hips.”

You obey.

His fingers part your folds and you gasp—sharp, wet, startled.

“You’re soaked,” he says, almost reverent. “Was it the idea of me finding this? Or the fact that I did?"

You don’t answer. You can’t. Your face is hot and your eyes are fluttering.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “I’ll make it feel good.”

He slides the toy in, your wetness guiding it through. It’s bigger than you remember the egg goes in, bigger and smoother, the tail hanging, curled up against your clit, but it still stretches you slightly, suddenly. You let out a soft whimper at the intrusion.

“Too much?” he asks immediately, hand on your knee.

You shake your head, gasping. “No… it’s okay…”

He exhales. And then…

The toy buzzes to life.

You moan.

Your hips jolt, thighs tensing as the toy hums deep inside you, steady and quiet but so fucking present. Caleb’s still kneeling beside the bed, watching your body react, his hand firm on your thigh.

“Jesus,” he whispers.

You bite your lip and try to squirm.

He touches your knee to still you. “Stay.”

The vibration shifts—he’s changing the pattern.

It pulses now. Short bursts. Then a long one.

You can’t help it—you arch your back, a whimper catching in your throat.

He looks transfixed. His free hand curls into the sheets like he’s grounding himself.

“You like that?” he murmurs. “You’re already dripping. I haven’t even touched your clit.”

You want to snap at him, say of course I like it, but all that comes out is a shaky, “Fuck…”

Caleb leans in. His lips ghost over your stomach, then lower. His breath hits your inner thigh as he speaks:

“I want to know how many patterns it has. I want to know which one makes you cry.”

You moan. You can’t not.

“And I want to be the one holding the dial every single time.”

You reach for him blindly, your hand tangling in his hair.

He growls softly. “Tell me what you want, pips...”

You can't. He pulls back so that he can see you. He’s quiet for a long moment, just watching you.

Your legs are spread, the pink tail of the vibrator curled against your clit like a secret. You’re trying to stay still, thighs trembling, your breathing light and high. The toy pulses again—gentle, teasing. You gasp.

Caleb’s jaw is clenched.

His knuckles are white around his phone.

And he’s hard.

You can see it now, the outline in his jeans obvious, obscene. He’s kneeling beside the bed, but it’s clear in the way he shifts… his hips twitching forward like his body’s begging, even if his mouth stays quiet.

He breathes through his nose, slow, trying to control himself.

And fails.

“Sit on my lap,” he whispers. His voice is strained. Rough. “Just like this. I want to feel it. I need to feel it.”

Your lips part. “Caleb—”

“I won’t touch it,” he promises quickly. “I won’t even move. I just—” His hand flexes against the mattress. “Please.”

You nod, stunned by the heat in his voice, and he helps you—guiding you with both hands, gentle, reverent. You climb into his lap, careful not to jostle the toy too much, your knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him. He leans back slightly, hands on your hips to balance you. His face is flushed, pupils wide, lips parted.

Then the toy buzzes. It's sharp and low and deep inside you. You let out a soft moan and collapse against him, forehead to his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he chokes out.

You feel it—the way your body vibrates through him. The way the hum travels from your cunt to his lap, pressed flush against his cock through two layers of fabric. His hips jerk instinctively.

He groans into your neck.

“Oh my god,” he breathes. “You’re shaking.”

You are.

Everything is hot and melting and pulsing. It’s perfect and torture, a slick, slow throb building in your stomach. You rock your hips just once—barely—and he moans like you bit him.

“Don’t,” he gasps, fingers digging into your hips. “Don’t do that—fuck—”

You grin against his throat. “You said I could sit.”

“You’re greedy,” he hisses. “You’re…fuck…you’re evil…”

You clench around the toy, pressing it in with the bulge of his cock. He bucks up beneath you with a sharp, broken groan, like he’s being pulled apart cell by cell.

You feel drunk on the power for a moment, and he’s falling apart.

“Can you take more?” he whispers, pulling the phone up again with a shaking hand.

You hesitate… but you nod. “Yeah…”

He turns the dial up, carefully and not all the way. Just enough.

It purrs inside you now, every pulse kissing your walls, grinding against your most sensitive places with perfect pressure. Your hips jerk.

You whimper into his neck. “Caleb—”

His hands stroke your back. He’s panting. “I’ve got you,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You moan. Loud. Thoughtless.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans. “You’re dripping. Right on me. On my jeans. My cock…”

You bury your face in his collarbone, trying to hold still. Trying not to move. But it’s so hard. It feels so good.

“You’re making a mess,” he pants. “You’re fucking soaked, baby, oh my god—”

You can feel his cock under you, twitching, trapped and leaking. You rock forward a little on accident and he shudders, groaning ragged into your neck.

“Stop—don’t—I’ll come if you do that again—”

“You haven’t even touched me,” you whisper, dizzy.

“I am touching you,” he groans. “You’re on me. You’re fucking trembling all over me, I can feel every—” He cuts off with a moan, hands gripping you tighter. “Fuck—fuck—you’re gonna come, aren’t you?”

“I—” You can’t even form words. The pressure is building too fast, too sharp, and the way his voice sounds in your ear is tipping you over the edge.

“Come for me,” he whispers, raw and wrecked. “Right here. Just like this. Come with me under you, baby. Use it. Use me.”

You do.

You cry out, hips jerking and grinding, legs locking as the orgasm tears through you. It's fast, electric, too much. The toy keeps going, humming inside you while your body pulses around it, breath ragged, muscles tensed. Caleb groans as you come undone in his lap, his cock pinned between you, the wet heat of your release soaking through both your bodies.

You collapse against him, twitching. He catches you instantly. Holds you. Breathes through it.

His lips press to your temple, worshipping.

“You’re unreal,” he whispers. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

You smile, dazed.

“I hope so,” you murmur.

He chuckles. Then shifts just enough to press his hips up into yours. You can feel how hard he still is. How desperate.

Your grin returns.

“You want me to take care of you now?” you whisper sweetly.

He groans into your neck.

“Don’t tease me,” he pants. “I begged for that. You know me.”

You tilt your head and kiss him. Once. Soft. Deep.

“I know.”

Caleb's shaky breath is warm in your ear as he pulls you close, arms around your waist. “Are you too overstimulated for…” He pauses, voice breaking as he feels you shift in his lap. “Fuck. I want to be inside you.”

Your head turns slightly, cheek pressed to his shoulder. Your breath is hot. “Then do it.”

His breath catches.

“You’re sure?”

You nod, weak, your voice like silk barely clinging to your throat. “I’m dripping for you, Caleb. What the fuck do you think?”

He groans. The noise is wrecked, shaky, as he flips you so gently you almost don’t feel it until you’re on your back again. His hands are everywhere: your thighs, your hips, your waist. His eyes are molten, blown black with need, but his fingers stay careful, as he's pulling the toy out with a slick pop that makes you whimper.

You feel so empty when it’s gone. But not for long.

He fumbles with his jeans, breath ragged as he yanks them down just enough to free his cock…and then... fuck...

You both look.

He’s so hard. Veined and thick, flushed deep with need. The tip is wet and twitching and leaking, and you stare, wide-eyed and stunned.

You’d forgotten how big he is. Or maybe you just didn’t realize how needy your body was now. How soft and open he’d already made you.

He presses forward, then slides in.

You both gasp. It’s obscene how easy he goes in. No resistance. Just slick, tight, hot pressure and then full, stuffed, stretched around him like your body was already waiting for this. Begging for it.

“Holy fuck,” Caleb chokes. He’s not moving. Just inside, balls-deep, jaw slack, hips trembling. “You’re—you’re already this wet? You—shit, I can’t—I can’t believe this—”

You moan, helpless, legs wrapping around his waist, hands grabbing at his back. “Move—please, Caleb, you have to—”

He jerks forward with a groan and pulls out an inch—just enough to see his cock shining with you—then slams back in. You cry out.

“Oh my god,” he breathes. “You’re taking me—so fucking easy, baby—fuck, this pussy—” Another thrust, sharp and deep. You arch. “You’re already open for me. That toy got you ready, didn’t it? Got you all soft and dripping, just so I could fuck you like this.”

“Y-yeah,” you gasp. “Fuck—please, don’t stop—”

“Greedy little thing,” he growls, voice hoarse with disbelief. “You wanted me to find it. You wanted me hard and jealous and ready to ruin you. You fucking planned this.”

You shake your head, whining. “Didn’t—just—just didn’t hide it—”

“Same fucking thing,” he snarls into your neck, slamming into you faster now. “You know what it does to me. Fuck, you know—you knew I’d lose it. And now look—”

He pounds into you, relentless, each thrust punching air from your lungs. Your nails dig into his back as you try to hold on, but he’s not giving you a break, not now.

“I can’t believe how good you take it,” he growls. “So fucking wet. I’m sliding in like it’s nothing—nothing, baby, you’re sucking me in like you missed this.”

You sob out a moan, your whole body thrumming. You’re stretched wide, filled to the brim, stuffed so good you can’t think.

“I did,” you cry. “I did, Caleb—I missed it… Your perfect cock…”

His rhythm stutters—just a second—and then it gets rougher. Harder. Messier.

“I’ll give it to you,” he pants. “Every time. Whenever you want. I’ll fuck you open and ruin you, baby, I'll take good care of you… you don’t ever have to beg again.”

He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, and you scream.

He presses his forehead to yours, breath coming in sharp, hot gasps. “You’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”

“I—I can’t—”

“You will. I feel it. I feel you clenching on me—fuck—you love it raw, don’t you? No condom, just skin to skin, me buried in your fucking pussy like I belong there—”

“You do,” you gasp.

That breaks him.

He snaps his hips, brutal and desperate. “You’re gonna come. You’re gonna come with me, and I’m not gonna pull out—I’m gonna fill you up.”

The sound you make isn’t even a word. It’s raw. Wet. Animal.

He’s soaked—you’re soaked—your arousal painting his cock, his thighs, pooling under you. He can barely breathe.

You’re clenching, right on the edge again, thighs trembling.

He sees it. Feels it.

“Come, baby,” he begs, forehead still against yours. “Come for me, pipsqueak. Let me feel you—fuck, I wanna feel you milk my cock—”

You snap.

Your walls spasm around him, tight and fluttering, your body locking up as your orgasm rips through you. You sob, moan, scream—you don’t even know what sound you make. Just that it drags him with you.

Caleb cries out your name like it hurts. Like worship.

His cock jerks and he thrusts once, twice—and then he’s coming. Deep inside. Hot, thick pulses of it, flooding you while your body still twitches around him. He groans into your neck, shaky, broken, lost.

You hold each other.

Breathless. Destroyed. Connected.

After a long moment, he whispers against your skin:

“You’re never using that thing without me again.”

You laugh, weak and giddy, and pull him closer.

“Deal.”

[midgarangel]

rufus ur nextttt (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

no but fr i need to lock in and write something for him even though no one asked.

[midgarangel]

Hiii, I didn’t see the one u wrote abt noctis, but I would like to give u a suggestion in case u still planned to do it, maybe something like he gets jealous of u w other guy and the mc finished sucking him off or smthing like that. Btw I love sososo much all ur fics and u have such a good taste !! Tysm for everything ^_^ ♡

ꗃ seven minutes | noctis

summary: partying was never your forte but you find yourself at one with the crown prince, who you happen to have a crush on.

contents: nsfw! noctis x fem reader! p*rn w plot, smut, noct is jealous, secret crush, drinking games (they’re not drunk), seven mins in heaven, oral (both receiving), penetration, semi public sex, alt universe kinda, prompto, luna, and cindy mentioned.

words: 10k…damn i went crazy.

authors note: you’re so sweet, tysm for requesting this!! jealous noct was such a good idea, i hope it’s similar to what you had in mind <3 i couldn’t resist adding some kind of plot lmao.

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It started out as a simple favor for a friend. You were never really the type to spend your weekend partying and drinking in some house on the outskirts of the kingdom, but the crownsguard trials had just ended, and the past week was spent pulling all-nighters. Studying in the library had left you feeling utterly drained. You usually preferred the quiet and peaceful serenity of curling up with a good book in your room, or the occasional coffee and bookstore date with Cindy and Luna. But tonight, you found yourself in the unlikeliest of places, all because you had promised Luna you’d help her ‘unwind’ after a stressful week. 

The bass thrummed through the floorboards, rattling the plastic cups strewn across all visible surfaces of what appeared to be an extremely packed house. Everywhere you looked, you could see other people at ease—laughing, dancing or playing drinking games to take their minds off of how badly they’d gotten their asses kicked by the trials. 

Luna was in her element. She was always the more social of the two of you, and she already had roped you into drinking with her. She grinned over the rim of her cup, nudging you with her elbow as she shouted above the music.

“Wow, so many people came out tonight!”

You nodded, scanning the crowded space with a contemplative gaze. Some faces were familiar, most were not. Citadel was a huge city but you were among a smaller cohort of future advisors, with whom you shared most of the same interests with. It was unsurprising that you didn’t see many of them here tonight. 

Except for one—no, two—standing at the far end of the room leaning against the wall, looking just as out of place as you felt. It wasn’t the fact that you recognized them or that you felt your heart flutter inexplicably in your chest. No, it was the fact that among them stood Noctis—the guy you’d been silently crushing on for a year now. Not to mention he was the crown prince.

For a moment, you considered looking away and pretending you hadn’t seen him at all. It certainly would’ve been easier that way, instead of having to admit that you were staring at him in a very obvious way. But your gaze lingered, unable to take your eyes off of the way his fingers gently grasped the red solo cup in his hand, the way his black hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d either run his hands through it multiple times, or he’d just rolled out of bed and was dragged here, just as you were.

The latter was most likely. In the times you had seen him around the city, whether it was in passing, in the library, or out by the docks fishing, you’d find him either zoning out or completely locked in on what he was doing. You always found the sight endearing and slightly hilarious.

Despite the fact that you’ve spent the better part of a year admiring him from afar, you hadn’t really talked to him much at all. The boy standing to his right, looking much happier to be here than Noctis, was Prompto, who you were much more familiar with. 

There had been more than one occasion in which you had to borrow one of his cameras for a project or had been recruited into a study group with him and others in the library. Therefore, your sort-of acquaintanceship, sort-of friendship with Prompto had begun to blossom over time. The fact that he also happened to be Noctis’s best friend was really just a coincidence. 

And the fact that Noctis’s blue eyes had now caught your gaze from across the room, and was staring right back at you? That was just poor luck. 

You could feel the flush creeping onto your cheeks as you quickly looked away, back to Luna who was now dragging you through the sweaty crowd to refill her cup with the suspiciously strong and not totally horrible tasting jungle juice. You let her refill yours without much protest, though you could still feel eyes burning through your back as you handed her your cup. 

“Who’s the guy?” Luna asked, her smile almost teasing as she clinks your plastic cups together before taking a large gulp. She never misses a thing. She knew exactly who he was.

You fake shrugged, forcing yourself to not crane your neck around to stare at the pair again.

“Huh? Oh, just someone from my program. You’ve met Prompto, right?”

He’s definitely come by your apt before to swap cameras, although the interactions were often brief, but polite. Still, you’d be surprised if she didn’t know who he was by now.

“I know Prompto,” She nodded, her eyes crinkling with an almost amused expression, “But I was talking about the hottie standing next to him.” She said, still acting oblivious. She just wanted to hear you finally admit it after all these months.

Your cheeks flushed an ever deeper shade of red. At the sight, she chuckled and exclaimed.

“I knew it! You do have a crush on Noct!” 

“Luna!” You hissed at her, but thankfully the sounds of the party drowned out the noise.

It was hardly a secret to Luna that you had a crush. You just never found it pertinent enough to actually warrant a conversation about it. It’s not like you stood a chance with him anyways. He was quieter, yes, but there was no denying that he was popular. He was next in line to become king. Noctis was rarely alone, without Prompto or other members of the official crowns guard following closely behind him. The times you did catch him alone were usually in the library while he was knocked out, and you were trying to find your next read.

Ok, so maybe it was more of an obsession than a crush, but you’d always assumed you did a good job of hiding it. Clearly, you were wrong since it didn’t go unnoticed by Luna. But who could blame you, when Noctis looked like that?

“I can definitely see the appeal,” She smirked. Before you got the chance to reply, she cut you off and asked, “Why don’t we go over there and say hi?”

Your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat at the idea. Say hi? Now? You’d barely spoken a few full sentences to Noctis in the year you’ve shared trials with him. What the hell would you even talk about here, in a smoke-filled, loud house basement? 

“Are you serious?” You almost scoffed at her, shaking your head in vehement objection. “No way! Absolutely not—” 

But before you could reject her proposal, she had already started to drag you by the arm, shuffling past scantily clad bodies on the dance floor, to the opposite end of the room. A part of you considered running away right then and there, but the moment Noctis popped back into view, your brain stopped functioning. The sight of him leaning against the wall so nonchalantly in his black tee and dark washed jeans, his head thrown back in a laugh from something funny Prompto must have said, had left your gut stirring and your mouth going dry. You weren’t nearly drunk enough for this. 

Prompto spotted you first, his face visibly lighting up as you and Luna slipped past the beer pong players and approached them.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming out tonight.” 

You forced yourself to smile, purposely avoiding Noctis’s eyes as Luna’s hand still gripped your arm.

“Oh, hey Prompto. Yeah, I'm here with my friend. You remember Luna, right?”

He nodded in recognition and Luna dropped your hand to wave, her grin infectious, “Nice to see you again.”

Prompto suddenly turned to Noctis, his tone lilted playfully, “Noct, you know her, right? She’s in trials with us.” 

Noctis stiffened ever so slightly, his hand tightening around his cup as the attention was brought back to him. The movement was so miniscule, you doubted anyone else had noticed it but you. When his eyes suddenly met yours, you were struck by how breathtaking they were, how they almost seemed to swallow you whole, forcing all semblance of speech or thought out the window along with the rest of your ability to reason. You were left breathless when he spoke, his voice deep and measured.

“Yeah, I know her.” 

He knows you. You opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what to say next, but the words died on your tongue. That was it? No elaboration? Even Prompto had expected Noctis to say more, but when he didn’t, Prompto awkwardly cleared his throat and looked back at you and Luna with an almost sheepish expression.

“Right…well, I’m glad you guys could come out tonight. So how do you think you did on that makeshift mission?”

The conversation continued, but Noctis’s attention was already directed elsewhere, as the nearby sound of chanting from other students participating in a drinking game filtered above the blaring music. You watched as he shifted his eyes from yours, almost purposefully not looking in your direction. You weren’t sure why it bothered you as much as it did.

So, as the night progressed, you, Luna, and Prompto continued to converse. You made it a point to not bother attempting to include Noctis in on the conversation. Not that he seemed particularly interested in it anyways. Maybe it was the alcohol starting to infiltrate your system, disinhibiting your usual introverted personality, or maybe it was just the fact that he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but beside you, and your already fragile ego had been wounded. Regardless, your laughs came easier, your smiles wider, your demeanor overall more friendly and familiar with Prompto as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder when he said something funny, your eyes softening when he said something sweet. 

If either Luna or Prompto seemed to notice the difference, neither of them commented on it, though Prompto didn’t seem to mind the subtle flirting. It wasn’t your intention to do so out of pettiness. Prompto was cute, and he did seem to like talking with you. But he wasn’t Noctis, and both you and Luna were well aware of that fact, since your eyes would occasionally and inconspicuously veer towards Noctis, who continued to lean against the wall, looking rigid and impassive.

Eventually, the sound of chanting in the next room grew louder and Luna arched an eyebrow.

“Sounds like they’re having fun over there…you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play drinking games.” She said, nudging you with her elbow.

Prompto smirked, “Is that so? Maybe we ought to change that.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Noctis’s back straightening at the comment, the liquid in the drink he’s been babysitting sloshing around uneasily. You leaned a little closer to Prompto then, your shoulder grazing against his arm as you roll your eyes.

“I’ve played drinking games before.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Prompto asked, his tone teasing, “Never have I ever? Two truths and a lie?”

Luna giggles at his comment, and you can't help but snicker in response, “No, smartass, this isn’t high school. I mean real drinking games.” 

“Well, I’m down if you guys are down,” He offered, to which you can only look nervously at Luna. You knew automatically that her response would be a quick and resounding yes, but you still felt apprehension, especially when Prompto nudged his stoic, stupidly handsome best friend who’d barely spoken a word.

“What do you think, Noct? You wanna join us?”

You held your breath and waited for Noctis’s response as he shrugged nonchalantly, looking almost bored as he answered,

“Sure, I guess.” 

Both you and Luna blinked at him, surprised. Neither of you were expecting him to agree. Another round of cheering from the room forced you to look away. You took another long sip of your drink to steady your nerves, though seeing Noctis push himself off the wall so effortlessly, stalking over to where the commotion is coming from, made it just a tad bit more difficult to ignore the thumping of your heart against your ribcage. 

The four of you walked up the stairs to enter a crowded living room where everyone sat in a circle, the music blasting through a bluetooth speaker. You shuffled past the people blocking your view in the congested hallway, accidentally brushing your hand against Noctis’s when you stepped into the room—the slight contact sending shockwaves through your body, forcing you to sharply pull away as if he burned you. 

It was only then that he finally looked at you, your bodies practically squished together as you tried to adjust your standing position to give him some room. The moment his eyes flickered to yours, you felt your breath hitch in your throat, the sudden close proximity making your pulse quicken. Up close, he looked even more striking. The air was suffocating, and you realized when Luna pressed her body against you from behind, that there was simply no room for you to scurry away, no place to hide in and wait for the partygoers to eventually leave.

This room was even more full than the rest of the house, with people jam-packed together like sardines. When a couple emerged from a nearby closet, their clothes disheveled, lips swollen and breathing heavy, you understood why the sound of cheering was so loud before. 

Noctis turned still as a statue, his eyes peering over you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, you were sure he was going to finally say something, but the overhead lights of the living room flickered and your attention was momentarily diverted. 

The other students, crouched around the circle with an empty bottle centered between them, notice his presence. Noctis, being the popular guy he is, is immediately called out. 

“Look who it is!” A girl you didn’t recognize smiled at him coyly, and you were once again made aware of how out of place you seemed to be. “You’re just in time! We’re starting another round of seven minutes in heaven.”

Your stomach dropped, not just because of the fact that Noctis was immediately dragged into the shenanigans—of course he would be, he’s the prince, he’s good-looking, and people eat up that brooding quiet charm like dessert. You hardly know the man standing beside you at all. 

Luna, standing conveniently behind you, had lightly shoved you. The force propelled you forward, causing you to stumble into the circle, making your presence known. 

“I-” Noctis started, shaking his head slightly as if to decline. 

“Nope, no backing out.” Prompto pushed on his shoulder, almost knocking him into you. Prompto’s smile was mischievous as the girl finally acknowledged that you existed, scanning you up and down as he added, “You too. Time to prove that you can handle a real party game.”

You stammered out a protest, shooting Prompto a look that could set the house on fire, but the girl simply shrugged and said, “Sure, come on over.” 

Luna beamed at you as you were forced into the game, watching the bottle spin round and round. The first couple chosen stayed inside the closet for the full seven minutes, and maybe a few seconds longer. The entirety of that time, the group had listened in, cackling as the sound of thumping against the walls of the linen closet and a loud moan were heard. You were utterly mortified having to sit there and watch the scene unfold. At least Noctis, who was sitting criss-crossed on the floor next to you, appeared to be just as uncomfortable as you were. 

When the timer went off and someone knocked on the door, the couple tumbled out of it, looking pleased and flushed all at once. You quickly ducked your head when the bottle spun again, exhaling in relief when the next two people were called, and neither of them were you.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you found yourself muttering under your breath bitterly as the minutes dragged on. “What a nightmare.” 

Noctis let out a quiet laugh and your eyes widened, your head immediately whipping to the side towards the sound. “Tell me about it.” 

Heat crept up your neck at the realization that it’s you he’s talking to. A small, lopsided smile tugged on your lips as you replied, “Well, you look as thrilled to be here as I am.”

A pause ensued, and for a split second you started to feel the fear flooding your nervous system once more. Had you said the wrong thing? Was he just trying to be polite? Does he secretly hate you, and that’s why he’s barely said a word this entire time?

“That obvious, huh?” He voiced after a moment, scratching at his nape. His fingers brushed against his disheveled, dark-colored hair. Your legs felt like gelatin when he smiled at you. It’s a small, almost strained smile, but a smile nonetheless. 

Before you could respond, a loud voice cut through the music and chatter, “Alright, seven minutes is up!” 

Someone stood to knock on the door and the game continued. You’re not sure how many couples had entered and exited the closet, nor how many minutes you’ve been sitting there, quietly reeling over the fact that Noctis actually spoke to you.

Eventually, when the bottle spins again and lands on Prompto, you're so swept up by that brief interaction with Noctis, that you didn’t even notice the second spin of the bottle, or the fact that it landed on you. 

A hand shakes your shoulder, your face crumpling in confusion as Luna chuckles, “Your turn!” 

“Wait, what?” You fumble over your words as faces you can barely place names to, hands you don’t recognize tug and pull on your body. 

The shock is evident on your face as you’re pushed and shoved into a small, cramped space. Prompto’s body practically collides with yours before you even get the chance to fully register what’s happening. And yet, despite the staunch dismay and bewilderment of the situation, your eyes stay fixed on the only face in the crowd who doesn’t look as exuberant as the rest. As the door slammed in your face, the only sight you see, etched into your mind like a tattoo that will probably never fade, is that of Noctis clenching his fists at his side, his jaw tightened and his eyes displaying an emotion you’ve never seen on him before.  

The light in the closet, a single, dimly-lit exposed bulb above your head flickered. Your heart stuttered, your body frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. You didn’t even try to move from that spot until Prompto cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged pink as he says, “Well…this took a turn.”

A deep exhale escaped your body, a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in flowed through you and your back slumped against the wall. A part of you wanted to bury your head in your hands and groan, but you didn’t want to hurt Prompto’s feelings. This was the very last thing you wanted to happen tonight, and had you known while you were getting ready in the mirror earlier that evening that this was how the night would turn out? You would’ve kept your ass inside your room. 

Outside, the party carried on, the sound of muffled laughter and drunken chatter seeping through the cracks of the door. Your hand reached for the door handle. Locked. Of fucking course it is.

“Umm…” Prompto spoke hesitantly, his eyes shifting away from yours as he too slumped against the opposite wall, his legs pressing against yours in the confined space, “Are you alright?”

You could’ve lied. Or you could’ve let the alcohol take over and just do what everyone expected you to do. But you didn’t do either of those things. 

“Fine,” You croaked out, your mind still racing with thoughts of Noctis watching you being thrust into a linen closet with his best friend. 

Why does it matter? Why would he care? He’d barely spoken a word to you all night—if you really wanted to let loose and forget about your stupid, pointless infatuation with him, this would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Yet, the iciness of his gaze, the cold, dead stare as his eyes met yours…something about it had set something off inside of you, flipped a switch you didn’t even know was there. Your body felt hot, too hot, and you couldn’t get the image out of your head. 

“We don’t have to do anything,” Prompto offered awkwardly, his voice small as he finally met your eyes again. “We can just sit and talk, if that’s what you would prefer.”

You nodded and swallowed a lump in your throat. You’re unsure how much time had passed before you found your voice again. “I probably shouldn’t have come to this stupid party.” 

Prompto didn’t reply right away. When he did, his eyes softened, “You’re not having fun?”

“No, not really.” You admitted, reluctantly. Another sigh escaped you, and although you know Prompto, know that he’s not the type to judge you or do anything untoward, your anxiety remains.

He probably sensed it, since he didn’t make any attempt at moving closer, nor pressing you for further explanation. He eventually let out a quiet chuckle.

“Yeah, I kind of figured that. Noctis isn’t really the partying type either. I’m guessing Luna is the reason you’re here?”

You let out a sound halfway between a scoff and a sigh, “Pretty much, yeah.” 

He adjusted in his seat, his knees knocking against yours as he tucked his knees to his chest, allowing you more room so you don’t have to touch him. He really is such a gentleman. You almost felt bad for resenting this as much as you did. 

“Can I ask you something?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself. 

He nodded, prompting you to continue. 

“Is Noctis usually like that?” The question slipped out before you could stop it, your cheeks heating at the mere mention of him. 

“Like what?” Prompto arched an eyebrow, “Emotionless, with a stick up his ass?” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, but his teasing does help relax you a little. “I was going to say quiet. He’s barely spoken a word all night.” 

“Sometimes.” He shrugged, “Depends on who he’s with.”

You hummed in response, and when Prompto shifted his eyes back to yours, his smile curved slightly, as if he knew exactly why you’re asking, “He’s weird like that. It’s like he’s a different person around people he likes.” 

“People he likes?” You repeated, hating the way your tone almost sounded hopeful.

“Not like that,” Prompto chuckled again, shaking his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him interested in anyone like that. Well…maybe one person. But he’s the type that likes to bide his time.” 

You’re not quite sure how to respond to that. Your mind goes back to the that girl who seemed to know him but the fact that he responded to her makes you wonder. Is she that one person? Is he just not the type to date, after all?

You’d spent so much time watching him from afar, when you could’ve found out all of this information yourself. What good did it do, wasting your time yearning for him? Where did it land you? Here, inside of a closet with Prompto.

The topic shifted back to something more light-hearted as Prompto attempted to make you feel more at ease. It worked after a while, and the two of you fell into easy banter, joking about pointless topics. That is, until the seven minutes were up and the knock on the door came. Your body physically relaxed at the sound. Those few minutes felt like an eternity, and the last thing you needed was more teasing from the crowd. Thank god it’s over, you thought to yourself as it swung open, revealing the rest of the party leering over the sight of you.

Your eyes immediately fell onto Luna, whose grin stretched from ear to ear. Her smile dimmed, however, when she realized that not a hair had been moved out of place, not a stitch of clothing had come undone. It’s obvious she was hoping for a little bit of excitement to gossip about later tonight, while drunkenly walking home. You might’ve rolled your eyes at the pout on her face had you not noticed Noctis standing a few feet away, watching you. He leaned back against the wall as his arms crossed over his chest, his steely gaze fixed on you.  

Your steps faltered, and your breath caught in your throat. Why was he looking at you like that? 

Noctis had watched you disappear into that closet with his friend. Not only had you not volunteered to participate in the ridiculous game, but you weren’t even given the choice of entering the closet with someone of your own choosing. What had he been thinking, when he watched that door slam in your face? He couldn’t possibly care that much, not when he could barely stand to look at you, could barely breathe any utterances in your direction. 

Prompto, stepping out behind you, let out a low chuckle as he stretched his arms, “I need a drink. You want one?”

You barely heard him, your frown deepening as Noctis walked away, disappearing into the crowd as he exited the room. What the hell was that?

“I’ll take that as a yes,” You heard Prompto say as he quickly shuffled out of sight.

Luna emerged at your side a moment later, looping her arm through yours as she cackled loudly, “Don’t tell me you just sat there and talked for seven minutes.”

Your face burned. “Shut up.”

She just laughed harder in response, shaking her head at you, “When are you going to learn to live a little?”

You rolled your eyes and ignored her comment, but as time passed and you continued to stand there, watching the ridiculous spectacle continue to unfold as more couples entered and exited the closet, you couldn’t stop wracking your brain over the strange encounter. 

You tried to shake it off, sipping at your drink that Prompto had returned with, even smiling a little when Luna was eventually selected and winked at you before disappearing into the closet with some dark-haired stranger. Still, Noctis lingered in your mind—the fact that he hadn’t returned had stuck with you, as did the expression on his face when he left. You weren’t sure why you were still standing there. Maybe you were simply waiting for Luna to be finished. Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you weren’t actually thinking about him. 

Regardless, your attention was divided when Luna eventually came out with her lipstick smudged and a giggle at her lips. You smirked at the sight, and at the crowd whooping and cheering. 

You didn’t notice the presence lurking behind you at first. It wasn’t until another hand was placed on the bottle, to spin it once again that you felt a shiver go down your spine. 

“I’ll play again,” A low voice spoke above the chatter, and your body stilled at the sound. 

You turned your head slightly, the air suddenly thick and charged with something you couldn’t name as your eyes met Noctis’s. The air was ripped from your lungs. Your heart stuttered. He didn’t say a word, didn’t acknowledge your presence as he turned to the girl running the game.

“Didn’t get picked the first time?” She teased, stepping back as he leaned down to spin the bottle himself. “Go ahead. Dealer’s choice.”

The entire group reacted instantly. A ripple of interest, some laughing, others watching intently. Even Luna’s eyebrows shot up to her forehead, watching with clear intrigue as the bottle spun round and round. Everything felt in slow motion, as if time itself had stopped the moment the bottle finally came to a stop, and all eyes flickered to you.

No. No, that can’t be right. 

Your eyes lifted from the glass bottle, catching the flickering of the overhead lights reflected against its surface. There was no mistaking it. The bottle was pointed to you, and you alone. 

For a moment, you wondered if Luna was playing a prank on you. You wondered if Noctis had made a grievous mistake and meant to land it on that other girl, who he clearly knows better than he knows you. But the second you faced him, the moment you saw the way his jaw had set, his blue eyes expressing something you couldn’t name, you were struck by reality like a slap across the face. 

And in that moment where everything had paused, the only thing grounding you to the present was him. You couldn’t even imagine what your expression must have looked like as Luna’s hands began to push you forward, back into that small, restricted space. The strange thing about it was that he didn’t even look shocked. He didn’t seem surprised at all, when you went in there with him. 

The door slammed shut and the force of it must have caused the single, exposed lightbulb in the closet to blow out, because you were suddenly entrenched in darkness. Your heart was beating so rapidly you were sure he could hear it, could feel the way your body burned beside him. 

He shifted on his feet, unintentionally trapping you there in front of him. In the somewhat darkness, you could just barely make out the tips of his hair, or the blue of his eyes as they locked onto you. Your back pressed against the wall, and you could feel how close his body was to yours.

“The…the light went out,” You said foolishly, feeling the need to speak just to fill the silence. At least then, maybe he wouldn’t hear the shaky exhales escaping you.

“Yeah.” He replied, and the softness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. 

You could feel the heat coming off of his body, though he wasn’t quite touching you. Even the noise of the party outside was drowned out by the sound of your shared quiet breaths and you silently prayed to whatever deity that might be watching your pitiful self flush scarlet, that he wouldn’t notice.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, his voice low and even, cut through the silence.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

Your stomach twisted, your nervousness palpable. The words were meant to reassure you, and on some level it did. But this was seven minutes in heaven and you were here with him . When else would you ever get this chance to be close to him again? What opportunities would you be rewarded, going back to admiring him from afar—your latent, hopeless crush?

“I know,” You said in response, your voice barely above a whisper. “Prompto said the same thing.”

Based on his reaction, it was probably the wrong thing to say. The silence thickened and the darkness amplified every sound—the slight rustle of clothing as he shifted again, the barely-there hitch in his throat. He was closer now, close enough that you could feel him towering above you, and if you moved just an inch, your chest would be pressed against his.

“Prompto, huh?” He spoke again, his voice lower than before, a slight rumble in his tone, “Did you want to be in here with him?”

Something in his tone made you falter. You could barely see his eyes in the dark, but you could feel his breath against your face now, could tell by his expression that the question wasn’t joking, nor was it casual. 

Your tongue felt swollen in your mouth, your throat dry as you replied, “No, not at all. I didn’t want to be in here with anyone.” 

Another pause ensued. 

“But you’re here now.” 

You swallowed a lump in your throat, “I am.”

Seven minutes. You had seven minutes to make the most of this opportunity. You knew logically that after tonight, you might never interact with Noctis again. Outside of this moment, with his breath mingling with yours in this tiny, cramped space—the warm air hitting your cheek as you gazed up at him—you might never have the chance to be courageous like this again. 

“Noctis,” You began to say, noticing the way his body visibly stiffened at the sound of his name, “Did…you choose me on purpose?”

His breath hitched in his throat again, and for a split second, you immediately regretted asking the question out loud. It’s a stupid thought—he barely knows you.

But your anxious thoughts were laid to rest when he finally replied.

“What if I did?” He whispered, his hand coming to rest against the wall, effectively caging you in. 

Your fingers clenched at your sides. You hesitated to speak, licking your lips before forcing yourself to breathe again, “I—”

The way he asked the question, soft and sure, sent a sharp current through you, curling at the base of your spine, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Heat rushed through you in a way you’ve never experienced before—a desire so formidable it took you by surprise, ripping the words right out of your mouth. 

“I meant what I said.” He interrupted, his expression unreadable as his palm against the wall clenched to a fist, “We can just stay like this. No expectations.”

His body, still hovering over you, tensed. He hesitated, and in that brief moment of reluctance, you realized what was so difficult for you to see before. He chose this, chose you, for a reason. It wasn’t because of the alcohol, or the stupid game.

You took a deep, shaky breath, mustering up the confidence to look him in the eye to see a heaviness in his gaze that you’ve never seen before. You didn’t need to use your words to show him what it was that you wanted. You’d wasted enough time, trying to come up with the right thing to say, only to chicken out at the last minute. Slowly and unsure, you lifted your hand in the darkness, grazing against the fabric of his shirt. It was barely a touch, hardly anything. And yet, the moment you made contact, he froze. 

For a moment, he was rooted to the spot, as if turned to stone. Then, as if a dam had burst inside of him, he surged forward. Something in him finally snapped and he pushed you back, pinning you with the weight of his body. The motion stole the breath from your lungs and you gasped when you felt the hard, solid heat of him. He used the opening without hesitation, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back as he leaned in. 

“Tell me to stop,” He murmured feverishly, his lips centimeters from yours, “and I will.”

Stopping was the last thing on your mind. All you wanted, all you needed, was for him to keep going. Your lips parted, but no protest came. For once, you let your actions speak for you as you pressed your lips to his, lost in the heat of the moment. 

It was a soft, tentative kiss. Your lips barely tasted his before he let out a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Before you got the chance to pull away, his grip on your hair tightened and he hungrily claimed your lips with his own.

It was heated, hungry and messy—and it was everything you had wanted and more. There was no hesitation, no room for second thoughts, only the inevitable. A soft, broken sound escaped you, and it wrecked him. He pulled you closer, his mouth moving against yours with a desperation that left you reeling, as if he were trying to consume every last piece of you. You deepened the kiss with an urgency that surprised you, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders as if to tether you to the present.

He groaned softly against your mouth, his tongue delving past your lips. His other arm circled around your waist, anchoring you to him as you slowly began to lose yourself in the sensation of him—his intoxicating scent, the hint of alcohol on his tongue, making your head spin. Your spine was practically glued to the wall, his body crushing you in a way that should’ve hurt in such a confined space, but the intimacy of it all only strengthened your hunger for him. 

You should slow down before it goes too far. You should put an end to it before these seven minutes are up. You should stop before you're forced to face the world outside of this small slice of darkness, of depravity, that you could only ever experience in your innermost hidden fantasies. But the idea of stopping now, especially as Noctis’s knee slid between your thighs, nudging them apart as his hand slowly traveled down your side, was inconceivable to you.

His hips rocked against yours, the thick ridge of his erection grinding against the softness between your legs, forcing a low moan from your lips as your fingernails dug into the muscles of his back. His deathlike grip on your hair tightened as his mouth moved to your jaw, his breath coming in rapid pants as he nipped and sucked at the skin. 

“Noctis…” you gasped, his name falling from your lips like a plea. 

He shuddered at the sound of your voice, as if trying to reign in his desire. You whimpered, your head falling back against the wall as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. He panted against your skin, speaking rushedly in between kisses.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much you occupy my mind?”

A rush of desire flooded you, centering between your thighs and making you squirm against his knee. You instinctively grinded against him, the damp fabric of your lace panties pressed first against the fabric of his jeans as your skirt lifted. 

So much was happening, too much for you to reason or rationalize. You tore at him with an animalistic side of you you’ve never felt before, clawing at his back, rubbing against him, whining and whimpering as he nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, down to your clavicle.  You were sure, right then and there, that he was about to hike your skirt up and fuck you senseless against the wall. You couldn’t stand it anymore, and tugged impatiently on his own hair while he continued to fist yours, to bring your lips to his again. You needed to taste him, to savor him on your tongue, knowing you may never get the chance to do so again. 

And in that moment your mouths collided once more, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into a hole you knew you wouldn’t be able to crawl out from. A part of you wondered if this was all a dream, if you’d perhaps drank way too much and passed out somewhere, dazedly fantasizing about this very scene. But reality came crashing down before either of you were ready, and a knock came at the door. 

“Fuck…” You murmured when he finally lifted his head, his heavy breath mingling with yours. 

When you finally caught his eyes again, the sight of him looking so thoroughly kissed, hair mussed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with desire, nearly undid you. You could feel a sharp throbbing deep within your core, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. He groaned at the sensation, his knee still pressed tight against your soaked cunt, covered only by a ruined pair of panties.

The visceral unease his blue eyes had cultivated within you, the knot in your stomach, the slight tremble of your hands at the thought of his perfect, pale face contorted into something resembling pleasure because of something you may have done, had you thinking utterly sinful thoughts. But then the knock came again and Noctis let out a low, frustrated growl for an entirely different reason. The spell had finally shattered.

You started to push on his chest.

“Noctis, we…we have to-”

He didn’t budge. You were more drunk off of him than you were the alcohol, and even though the party outside was still ongoing and the seven minutes were over, some primal urge took over as his eyes stayed fixed on you, dark and full of lust. You barely registered what was happening when you saw Noctis lift his hand towards the closet door. For a second, you thought maybe he was going to open it and walk out, but he made no attempts at letting you go. 

Instead, he pressed his hand against the door and you could see the lights from the cracks beneath it, filtering from what appeared to be outside. 

“CROWN CITY POLICE! COPS ARE HERE! EVERYBODY OUT!”

The shout came from within the house and you could hear the chaos outside of the door. Your eyes widened in panic as you heard the rush of movement, followed by a chorus of shouting. You felt a pit in your stomach as you struggled to break away. 

Noctis pulled his hand from the door to cage you against the wall again as doors slammed, and people scrambled out of the house. The party was emptying. You had to get out of there, fast, before the cops came. 

You swallowed hard, your breath ragged and your entire body flustered and disoriented as you slowly pried your fingers away from his shirt.

“I…we-”

But before you could fully pull away to reach for the door, before you could put any distance between you, Noctis’s hand shot out again, threading his fingers through your hair and yanking hard, pulling you back to him. You gasped at the sensation, feeling a tinge of pain and desire as he cornered you against the wall again. Your body shivered as he leaned in close to your ear. 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your pulse roared in your ears, your body practically melting against his as he grazed your ear with his teeth.

“Noctis…”

His mouth moved down your neck without any rush or urgency. It was as if he was enjoying it—taking his sweet time in watching you fall apart.

The chaos outside had slowly faded until there was only silence—the two of you forgotten inside of this closet as the party cleared out. He didn’t seem to care at all that there were cops coming, although from the suspicious quiet, you couldn’t help but wonder…

The flashing of the lights from outside, the flickering overhead, and the blown out light of the closet you were trapped in…It all started to piece together. 

He paused, letting the silence of the empty house sink in as he pulled away to look at you. No more shouting, no more rushing footsteps. You blinked, dazedly.

“There are no cops outside, are there?” 

He softly shook his head, smirking softly as you finally pieced it together. You stuttered,

“Your powers-”

“Elemancy. Just a spell.” He finished for you, flickering the light of the closet back on, emerging you both from darkness. It was more apparent now just how close the two of you were. With his body crushing yours against him, his fingers still threaded through your hair, his mouth hovering above your own. “Magic, I guess.” 

He devoured your lips again, tangling his tongue with yours. He wasn’t giving you a chance to breathe, to speak at all. The fact that he’d manipulated the situation to keep you here with him. He didn’t give a fuck about the party, he’d only wanted to prolong this moment of holding you in his arms for as long as possible, damn the consequences.

You let out a shaky sigh, clinging onto him with desperation as you kissed him back. You felt tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. After so long, to know that your feelings weren’t ignored, weren’t being rejected. It seemed too good to be true. 

“Stay with me.” He murmured against your lips. 

It didn’t sound like much of a request. It sounded more like a command, especially with the way he tugged on your hair, baring your throat to him and moving his lips there once again. His hips jerked forward and you could feel the way the softness of your body pressed against his erection, strained against the fabric of his jeans. 

You let out a lewd sound, moaning loudly as he bit at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. His hand slid under the hem of your skirt, fingers skimming along the smooth skin of your thigh, inching higher and higher until he could feel the heat of your pussy through the damp fabric of your panties. Noctis groaned into your neck, his hips jerking forward as he rubbed his fingers along your clothed slit.

“You’re so wet,” He whispered against your skin, his fingers teasing at your entrance as he pushed your panties aside, “Did I do that to you?”

You could only whimper in response as he continued to tease you. His other hand slowly moved from your hair, traveling under your shirt to feel the expanse of skin burning against his hand.

“Seven minutes is not nearly enough time for what I want to do.” He muttered, grazing his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent and reveling in the way you felt—so warm and soft, fully submitting to him. 

“I—I didn’t think…” You shivered as his hand traveled up to the lace of your bra, teasing the edges of it, “you noticed me…”

He paused his movements then, his expression suddenly serious as he pulled his face from your neck, “How could I not notice you?”

You’re speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say when he slowly removed his hands from under your skirt, from the underwire of your bra. You almost whined in protest at the loss of contact, but when you saw him slowly sink down to his knees, your eyes widened. 

Noctis’s blue eyes flickered up to meet yours as he knelt before you, blazing with an intensity that stole your breath. His cheeks were tinged pink, his mouth slightly parted, his eyes hooded. He looked almost delirious with his desire for you as he slowly trailed his fingers up your thighs, hooking around the waistband of your panties. 

His touch lingered on your skin, and you gawked at him.

“I’ve noticed everything about you since the moment I first saw you.”

He slowly began to drag your panties down your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to speak. 

“I’ve noticed the way your cheeks flush when you’re nervous, how your eyes light up when you laugh,” He said in a low voice, tossing your panties aside carelessly, his hands gripping your hips. You could feel the heat of it, the promise of what was to come and you trembled in anticipation. 

“I’ve noticed the way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating,” He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “especially when you’re reading during trials”

Your breath hitched and he looked up at you again, smiling softly, “I’ve noticed you watching me sleep. Why else do you think I go to the library on weekends?”

You thought about stammering out a sheepish reply, a protest maybe. But then his mouth is back on your thighs again, his hands squeezing your hips as you look down at him. 

“And I’ve definitely noticed the way you look at me,” His breath hovered over your bared center, so close to where you wanted him to be. “Like you wanna devour me.”

He leaned in closer, running his tongue along your soaked slit in a slow, teasing lick that has you gasping and fisting your hands in his black hair. He hummed in satisfaction at your reaction, his grip tightening on your hips.

“I wanna do the same.” 

And with that, he delved in, his mouth latching onto your dripping cunt like a man starved. Your head fell back against the wall as a moan tore from your throat. He groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. He ate you out like he couldn’t get enough, like his sole purpose on earth was to be here, between your thighs. He’s determined to make you come as he focused his attention on your clit, sucking on it gently as his eyes flickered up to meet yours and you nearly came undone just like that—just from the sight of him on his knees, spreading you open and feasting on you with wild abandon. 

At the same time, he slid two fingers deep inside of you, fucking you with his fingers and his tongue, as you bucked your hips against him, seeking that friction that made you lose control. You couldn’t help it. You felt your thighs start to tremble, your ragged breathing coming out in sharp gasps. You teetered on the edge so quickly and he knew it, doubling his efforts as his tongue moved against you faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you, all in an effort to feel you coming on his face. 

You gripped his hair so tightly, you’re sure you’re probably hurting him. If he cared, he didn’t show it. He just moved faster, spreading you open with his long fingers, riding the waves of your pleasure as you shattered against his mouth. You could tell he enjoyed it by the way he was lapping at you like you’re the most decadent of wines, the most delicious nectar he’s ever tasted. He didn’t stop licking you, drinking in your ecstasy like he was addicted to it until your orgasm started to subside. He slowed the soft strokes of his tongue over your sensitive flesh, as he felt the way you clamped down around his fingers, pulsating and squeezing him tight. 

“Oh…oh my god…Noctis,” You whispered shakily, your entire body wracked with tremors as he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them dry as he finally moved away to breathe. 

He looks so good like this , you thought to yourself—palming his aching cock in his jeans, face glistening with your release, gasping for air like he’s ran a marathon. 

But he’s not done with you yet, and he wasted no time standing from his knees, mouth crashing against yours as his hands slid under your skirt to grip onto your ass, lifting you effortlessly against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he practically manhandled you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he covered your mouth with his, moaning against your lips.

“You taste so good.”

He rocked his hips against yours. The friction of his hard, throbbing cock trapped in his jeans, rubbing against your bare pussy was absolutely maddening. 

One hand slid up your side to wrap around your throat, his thumb brushing over your racing pulse point, not hard enough to choke you, but enough to remind you who was in charge here. He pulled you hard against him so you could feel every inch of his desire for you. 

Almost crying out at the feeling, the denim of his jeans gree damp with your arousal.

He let out a deep, broken sound from the back of his throat. He reached down with his free hand, fumbling with the button of his jeans before popping it open and shoving them down enough to free his erection.

You watched as his cock sprung out, long and leaking with precum. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight.

He teased your entrance, coating his length with your slickness, and you gasped at the feeling, at the heat of his velvety skin as he slid against you, moving the swollen head against your clit.

“Oh…oh fuck…”

“Tell me you want it,” He demanded, his voice low and guttural as he squeezed your throat again. “Tell me and I’ll give you everything.”

You could barely speak, barely do much of anything but mewl and whimper against him as he claimed your lips again. Even if you could speak, you doubt you’d be able to say anything of substance, but he still wouldn’t fuck you—not until you verbally said yes, not until you made it clear this is what you wanted.

He kissed you sloppily, his fingers pressing against your neck as you mouthed feverishly, “Please…please-”

His hand moved from your throat to rip at your shirt, tugging the fabric up and off in one swift movement. He took a moment to just look at you, the way your chest heaved with each shaky breath, the way your skin reddened and your lips parted as you gasped for air. His mouth moved to the tops of your breasts, his hand caressing and squeezing the soft flesh through your bra, feeling your nipples hardening under his touch. 

“I need a yes” He whispered sharply, moving his hand to guide his hard length to your entrance.

“Yes! I want it!” You practically yelled, impatient and needy. “Fuck…yes, please-” 

He groaned, tugging your bra down to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. You’re a shaking, moaning mess when he finally surged forward, slowly sinking your body down onto his cock. He barely gave you any warning as he buried himself inside of you with one smooth motion and you felt so full of him, so blissfully stretched open that you almost screamed out the wrong name again.

“Noctis!” You squealed, trying to control the volume of your voice, knowing there’s no more chattering or music to drown out the sounds of your pleasure.

The discomfort is there for only a second as you adjust to his size. He lets out a guttural groan, his lips releasing your nipple with a pop as he begins to give the other one the same treatment.

“God…you feel so perfect. Even better than I imagined.”

You clawed at his shoulders, burying your face against his neck as he pulled out to the tip before slamming your hips down onto him again. You whimpered as he set a brutal pace; The impact of him fucking up into you was hard enough to cause the hangers in the closet to fall off of the rod. 

He growled against your skin, biting down hard enough to leave a mark on your neck.

“I’ve thought about this so many times, lying in bed at night, stroking my cock to the thought of you taking me like this, squeezing tight around me. You like it like this, don’t you?”

His hands gripped onto your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into you, the obscene sound of it filling the tiny room. 

“Y-yes,” You admitted, the sound muffled as you sobbed into his neck.

His body was pressed so tight against yours that every moment he made inside of you, had his pelvis grinding against your clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy straight into your throbbing cunt. You could hardly stand it, could hardly stand how rough he was being with you. You hadn’t anticipated any of this, but now that you’ve felt every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock sheathed inside of you, you couldn’t imagine ever doing this with anyone else.

“I wanted to be gentle,” He rasped greedily as he yanked at your hair again, tilting your head back to kiss you, swallowing your cries as he fucks you harder, faster. The head of his cock slammed against that perfect spot inside of you with each powerful thrust, making you see stars.

“I wanted to take my time with you and enjoy this, but I can’t wait any longer.”

“I…I can’t-” You tried to speak, but your words came out a garbled mess as he pulled his lips away, pressing his forehead against yours as he huffs into the air.

“Yes, you can,” He groaned, accentuating every word with a deep thrust, “You can take it, baby.” 

The look of complete and utter desperation in your eyes must have set something off in him because he continues to feverishly rut into you, moaning your name in the most beautiful tone you’ve ever heard, his eyes pinching shut as his face contorted in pleasure. The sight of him so pussy drunk had you coiled so tightly, you felt ready to burst.

“Please,” You cried, lost in the haze of sensation, your voice echoing off the closet walls as your nails dug into his skin, “please don’t stop. I’m so close…”

He could feel you tightening around him, your legs starting to shake, your walls starting to flutter. His radiant blue eyes flashed with something almost animalistic as he kept his dick deep inside of you, grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit with every shallow thrust until you felt your nerves set aflame. 

“Then come for me,” He demanded, his voice raw and desperate, causing the last remainder of your resolve to snap. “Let me feel you.“

All in an instant, before you could even process it, your body seized and you came with a sharp, piercing cry, sucking him in with your throbbing cunt as wave after wave of the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever experienced, flooded your entire nervous system. You clung to him, trembling and mewling as you’re pulled under the waves of rapture, and you knew right then and there that Noctis had absolutely ruined you for anyone else.

He held onto you tight, his hand still fisted in your hair. His other arm wrapped around your waist as he emptied himself inside of you, capturing your mouth in a passionate, almost tender kiss—so unlike the harsh, feral and animalistic lovemaking from before, if you could even call it that. But as you both come down from your high, he doesn’t stop kissing you, doesn’t stop rocking his hips into you to prolong your pleasure as much as possible. He wanted to come inside of you but the pressures of being king one day lingered in his mind.

Noctis kept you there for who knows how long, softening inside of you as he gently lets you down from against the wall. You could barely breathe, could barely stand or move, but he’s so gentle with you as he helped you onto your feet, pulling out of you slowly. You winced from the sensitivity, the slight ache between your thighs, but he continued to kiss you as you felt the stickiness down your thighs. 

“You did so good for me,” He murmured against your lips, his voice softer than before, his touch reverent as he caressed your damp hair back, out of your eyes.

“My good girl.”

“Noctis…” You sighed, your voice hoarse from all the moaning. 

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Yes?” 

You looked up at him, seeing the loving gaze in his eyes, causing your heart to thump in your chest for an entirely different reason. He’s always looked beautiful to you, whether he was smiling at something stupid Promoto said in trials, or dozing off in the library. But here, you thought to yourself—drenched in sweat, eyes glazed over and a goofy smile on his face—he looks more beautiful than you’ve ever seen him.

“Can I taste you too?” You whispered shyly. 

He shuddered as he felt you lightly tug on his cock, peppering his face with tiny kisses was enough for him to give in.

“You don’t have to…”

But you were already kneeling.

“Too late.”

With a soft giggle, you trace your tongue along the length of him. He reaches out, his fingers tangling gently in your hair, guiding it away from your face.

His voice is soft but commanding as he whispers, "Come up here for a second." Obediently, you rise to your knees, leaning in as he places two soft kisses on your lips. The gesture is tender, and intimate. It speaks volumes.

You lower yourself again, your lips hovering just above his dick. Starting at the base, you let your tongue glide upward, slow and carefully. The light touch is barely there, more a tease of your breath and warmth than anything else, but it’s enough to make his body jerk in response.  

A broken whimper escapes his lips, his voice barely audible as he murmurs, "Fuck..." His restraint is fraying, unraveling with every flick of your tongue and every teasing kiss.  

You smile, savoring the way his body reacts to your every move.

As your lips glide over the sensitive head of Noctis’s dick, you gently swirl your tongue in slow, deliberate circles. His sharp intake of breath is a symphony to your ears, and the low, strained sigh that follows makes your pulse quicken.  

His grip on your hair tightens, the pressure both commanding and gentle, urging you to keep going. You slide your tongue down savoring the way his body reacts to every touch. Without hesitation, you take him deeper into your mouth, letting his length sink into the wet heat of your tongue and lips.  

"Ahh, fuck," Noctis whimpers, his voice shaky and raw.

His hand presses against the back of your head, not forcefully, but with enough insistence to hold you in place. You fall into a rhythm, your mouth working diligently as you hollow your cheeks.

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." Noctis’s quiet groans and labored breaths spur you on, each sound proof of his unraveling.

As your hands join in, massaging the base of his cock, you glance up to see his expression. His teeth are buried in his bottom lip, and his head is tilted back, eyes locked on the ceiling then instantly back on you. You started to swirl your tongue back and forth along his shaft as you took him a little deeper, letting his tip just kiss the back of your throat.

“Keep going…just like that.” His praise is everything and his voice is so raspy.

You hum in response, the vibrations making his hips buck against your flushed face. Your delicate licks turned into sloppy gags as he thrusted a bit faster to fuck your reddened little face.

He came down your throat with a low whimper as you tried to drink every last drop of him. You could hear a low shudder in his voice as he watched you lap up his cum.

He helped you up, pulling you in for a kiss. He could taste himself on your lips, a hazy smile on both of your faces.

“Let’s get out of here.”

After a few more pecks, and getting dressed, you and Noctis slowly exited the closet hand in hand.

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<3

[midgarangel]

guys the noctis fic im working on has 10k words..may have gotten carried away lmao

should be up sometime tn :p

[midgarangel]

nooo why did you delete the noctis fic? please repost it

i didn’t save it anywhere else so it’s gone gone unfortunately. plus the idea of it felt very repetitive. it just wasn’t good. :/

[midgarangel]

Will u be interested to write about noctis from ff15?

ofc! i love noctis. also currently on my first playthrough of ff15!

if you have any ideas don’t be afraid to send a request :p

i needed to share this pic i’m crying it’s so funny

[midgarangel]

nsfw arthur drabble

— ʚɞ

Just thinking about how warm and cozy it gets under the covers when you’re cuddling with Arthur after sleeping all night. He can’t help the way his hands roam your impossibly soft thighs. The way he also can’t help but gently paw at your ass over your nightgown.

He’d nibble the shell of your ear and gently lick it, teasing you to get you to lift up your gown and open those pillows you call thighs just enough so he can slip his morning hardness between them. The way he’d groan when your plush, warm, fleshy thighs would encase his throbbing length. How you’d be slightly awake, hearing his soft grunts as he’d roll his hips into your thighs, his happy trail grazing your ass.

Arthur always tried to be gentle in the morning. Usually he was because he didn’t wanna wake up anyone in the camp. He wanted to be gentle with you since you were truly a sleeping beauty. He’d squeeze your hips a bit as he rolled his own into your thighs, getting more desperate by the second. His smooth hardness just caressing your flesh, making your clit throb. His grunts would turn a bit more breathy as he got closer to his release.

He’d always pull his hips back a little before he came, so that he could release his sticky seed completely inside your thighs. He wouldn’t want to make a mess of your pretty sleepwear or your favorite (only, lets be real) set of sheets, after all. The hotness of his release would warm your thighs instantly, and the wetness made them slick and slightly stick together.

When you tried to pull your thighs apart because of the slightly weird sensation, Arthur would gently hold them together in place whispering,

“Keep it safe for me, honey.”

— ʚɞ

[midgarangel]

Just jerked my shit during lunch break 😊

[midgarangel]

RE requiem trailer looks sooooo good..feb 27th get here quicker pls

[midgarangel]

🗡️ | zack fair ⤸

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ FICS:

❥ smut! “mine”

[midgarangel]

ꗃ mine | zack fair 🗡️

summary: the relationship you have with zack proved to be anything but easy. he’s your best friend afterall, so you promise to be his.

contents: nsfw! zack fair x fem reader! eventual smut, protective/possessive/soft zack, oral (fem receiving), penetration, angst, fluff, basically all three.

words: 4k (i love him what can i say.)

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Life was funny.

It had a way of putting you into situations that you often questioned. Was it genuinely fate? Or did you like being put in these situations?

Especially when it came to your best friend, Zack Fair.

Growing up across the street from him, you often found yourself sitting outside waiting for him to get home from school. Your mom homeschooled you, so every day after you finished, you'd sit out on the steps until you saw him walking down the sidewalk.

He was a happy boy. Always was. And he liked being your friend. You were the only one who welcomed and embraced his boisterous personality.

That friendship blossomed into, well, you didn't really know what it was, but it was something that drew you closer to him. Many nights, he stayed over at your parents' house, the two of you falling asleep on both couches. Sometimes, he'd sleep on the floor next to the couch you were on. Your mom would make those snarky comments that'd get your face red as a tomato because even she knew there was love beneath that friendship of yours.

But it was something different about Zack and you. The awkward moments and stolen glances screamed to the heavens above that the two of you were in love. Yet, he never wanted more; never wanted to have you.

His reason?

You didn't deserve to be thrown into his chaotic becoming life. He had dreamed of wanting to be a first class soldier like his many idols.

“I’d be away for too long. Head full of progressing…” He’d say. Zack didn’t want to subject you to the torture of a long distance relationship. Not when growing up the two of you were inseparable. Needless to say, you understood why he never wanted you to be his girlfriend.

Did it hurt?

Maybe.

But you rather have him as your best friend than lose him for good.

Yet, something changed when he joined shinra.

That young, happy boy who used to walk to the store with you had become a man who was going off to do amazing things. And the unknown feeling of if you'd see each other again weighed on both yours and his shoulders.

It was what made you take his hand and bring him to your room a couple of nights before he had to leave. Your parents had gone on a vacation somewhere south, so you were alone with Zack, in your room. He was just as nervous as you were, not having any experience at all, but neither had you. Yet, he was so gentle as he eased his cock into you for the first time.

You whined and whimpered, tensing at the sting of your cherry being popped, but he kissed you wherever his lips landed to soothe the feeling. He had no idea what he was doing, but his hips thrusted and eventually pleasure took over both of you.

You were each other's first.

By no means did that mean the two of you were suddenly in a relationship, but the promise to always stay best friends was enough to keep you thinking about him over the years. Especially when he'd come home from deployment, surprising you at university sometimes, or showing up at your parents' house when you were home for the weekend.

Then came the moment he returned from the mission that would change his life forever. He had severe ptsd from the nibelheim incident and you tried helping him as much as you could. All he seemed to want was to hold you or kiss you. Sometimes, it went as far as having sex. You knew he was battling his own demons; demons that he never talked to you about.

But you, being the best friend that you were, let him be.

When his mentor Angeal passed away, you took it hard. Especially because the first couple of months, you were under the impression that he also died. But when he showed up at your flat, all you could do was leap into his arms. Crying at the fact he was still alive. You couldn't help it, but you kissed him, pouring all the love you tried to bury over the years into him. It was no shock that he scooped you up in his arms and walked into your bedroom, clothes quickly shedding off each other.

That was the sad thing about your friendship with Zack. You wanted more, and the crazy thing was-he did too. But after everything that happened to him, he was beyond afraid to put you through the pain he suffered.

But that's how it went for some time. He’d come back from a mission, show up at your place unannounced, fuck you senseless, act like he loved you in so many ways..then leave whenever he got called for another mission. You never asked him about a relationship; never asked him to be with you even when you so desperately wanted to.

You thought moving to cosmo canyon would somehow put a stop to the heartache of being in limbo. It did. Until you ran into him randomly one day.

He questioned why you left. Why you didn't tell him where you had gone, even asking if you hated him.

It was hard but you gathered up what little courage you had to tell him that the two of you needed to strictly be friends. No sex. No confusion.

Surprisingly, he nodded his head, agreeing that it was best because you deserved more than what he could give you. You hated that was his go to. Always saying that, but you didn't argue with the statement.

But life was just...funny.

You tried dating other men, but they'd always end up telling you they weren't interested after you'd briefly mention to Zack that you went on a date. Deep down, a part of you had an idea of why that happened, but you ignored it. Although, he had no right to stop you from seeing another guy if he wasn't going to do anything about it. Sometimes, heated arguments about how a certain man wasn't "good enough for you" almost caused the two of you to cross that fine line again, but it never happened.

Life really got funny the moment you saw him at the wedding reception of his fellow soldier/best friend Cloud.

You hadn't seen him in months, and the last conversation wasn't a pleasant one.

So how did you find yourself here? At the same place as him? The world seemed so small. Cloud had married a friend of yours, Tifa. She had invited you to the reception.

Life...it hated you right?

The woman clinging to Zacks arm made your stomach twist in a painful knot. She was beautiful in a way that made her stand out, ethereal even. But maybe it was because she wore the most beautiful dress that had everyone's gaze landing on her from time to time.

How dare he say he never wanted to date you, yet here he was with someone else.

You tried staying clear of his vision, thanking the universe that he hadn't seen you yet. But it was short lived once everyone started mingling.

"Come on. I want you to meet Clouds friends," Tifa said as she pulled you toward a group of men and women standing around.

Shit.

The moment the two of you made it them, she had introduced you to everyone. You were sure your face was beet red as they greeted you; when you felt a certain pair of blue eyes stare at you. He hadn't said a word, but his eyes were narrowed as he glanced over the dress you wore.

It wasn't anything like what the woman on his arm wore, but he hadn't seen you wear anything like that before.

How the hell did you get here?

Tifa did just say you were a close friend of hers but still, how did you know her?

You glanced at him, trying to remain neutral even though your heart was damn near beating out of your chest.

"It's nice to meet all of you," You said before peering around at the men and women again.

Cloud and Tifa were ushered off by a photographer, and they excused themselves before walking off. As the group got back into their own conversation, you took another look at Zack, seeing his eyes still trained on you before silently escaping off somewhere more private, like the bathroom.

At least he wouldn't dare to walk in unless he wanted the elderly women in there to scream.

You wanted to leave; not just leave the reception but fucking cosmo canyon.

She looked stunning-the woman on his arm. She looked everything that you weren't. Was that why he never wanted to date you? Because you didn't look like a model?

Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm down. Looking up a the ceiling above, tears threatened to spill.

You’ve got this.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were surprised-well maybe not really, to see the large figure of Zack leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets. His eyes met yours, freezing you in your steps for a moment that seemed to go on forever.

"Hey," he said, voice deep.

"Hey," you responded.

A beat went by, his gaze trailing down your body before meeting your eyes again, "Y'look nice."

Nice.

You looked...nice?

Not sexy, not gorgeous, not beautiful.

"Thanks.” you shifted on your feet, looking down at the floor wishing it would swallow you up. You needed to leave before he saw even a inkling of a tear in your eyes. Raising your head to look at him again.

"It was good seeing you Zack," you tried walking away, but he leaned off the wall, walking up to you.

"We need to talk."

Slightly shaking your head, you began walking down the hall, "There's nothing to talk about."

"Like hell there is," he grumbled, walking after you.

"Don't you have your girlfriend waiting for you?" You snapped back, feet taking faster steps to get away from him.

He reached out, his large hand closing around your wrist as he pulled you back to face him, "She's not my girlfriend," his eyes flickering between yours, studying you and seeing the wetness in the corner. You tried not to let those stupid fucking tears fall, "Don't do that.”

"Do what?" you asked, biting your lip because you knew the answer he was probably about to give you.

Instead his jaw tensed, "I’m not with her. She’s important for work. I just decided to come to the wedding with her."

That made you even more mad.

Why couldn't he ask you?

"Whatever," you replied, trying to pull away from him, but his grip tightened.

"I mean it, I swear.”

He pulled you back close to him, your head almost tilted back because of how much he always towered over you. You weren't short, but still, he was tall.

Now was not the time to argue with him though. Especially when you heard the faint voice of his date calling out for him. It made you internally cringe, and you silently begged him with a shake of your head to release his grip on you. He did, and you scurried off before she could ask why he was in the hallway with you.

Still…you couldn't escape that reception even if you tried. Tifa begged you to stay a little longer. God, you wanted to shoot yourself in the head but agreed to, thinking it would be best to just sit at a table by yourself for most of the time except when you grabbed some dessert. You just hated that the cake had to be where the same group of people were, including Zack and his date.

You tried to squeeze by without being noticed, but you had somehow grabbed the attention of a man who had silently been ogling you since you got there. He walked up to you, attempting to strike up a conversation, as well as flirt. The blush on your cheeks and shy smile across your lips had him thinking if he kept this up, then maybe he'd get more from you.

More nervous than charmed at the awkward situation you were in, you didn’t lead the man on. But you could feel the heat basically radiating off of Zack from nearby. His narrowed eyes were lethal if looks could kill.

—

When you made it back to your home, you quickly discarded your dress, leaving it by the bedroom door and getting in the shower. You wanted the hot water to wash away the pain that you felt, but that was ridiculous. Watching Zack and his date leave before you just put nothing but jealous and depressive thoughts in your mind, and you wanted to just stop thinking about him so badly.

As you laid in the bed with nothing but a t-shirt and panties on, there was a knock at your front door. You glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was just after 11pm. A sigh escaped your lips, wishing you didn't know who was on the other side. But you did.

"What are you doing here?" You asked him after opening the door, folding your arms over your chest.

He glanced down your figure quickly before meeting your eyes, "How long have you been home?"

A question with another question?

Classic.

A sigh left your mouth, "Left right after you. Now, why're you here Zack?"

He let out a breath that you couldn't see him holding in as he lowered his head. A long pause went by and he hadn't answered you yet. That was something he hadn't done before. It made you feel uneasy, "What's wrong?" you asked.

Suddenly, he raised his head, stepping toward you so quick you didn't have time to think when he grabbed both sides of your head and pressed his lips to yours. For a moment, you were too stunned to do anything until you realized what was happening before pushing him.

"Zack, what are you doing?"

He didn't say anything, he just grabbed the back of your head and pulled your lips back to his. You tried to fight him off because you didn't understand what he was doing as he forced his tongue into your mouth. But god, did you miss him. You had to stop.

You pushed as hard as you could against his chest, making him back away. The both of you stared at each other, your breathing heavy and eyes confused.

"Zack, what's gotten into you?" you asked, voice raising up a bit.

He still didn't respond, instead looking off to the side as he realized how he had just crossed that line of your friendship once more,

"Just-“ he tried to explain but couldn't find the words to.

You hesitated a bit before you walked and stood in front of him, making him glance down at you. His eyes bored into yours.

"Just what?" you asked.

His eyebrows were furrowed as the frown on his face deepened, "Just..need you.." he trailed off. Your eyes widened as you subconsciously took a step back, only for him to grab your hips and pull you back into him, "Please?”

You shook your head, "W-we can't-" you whispered.

"Promise this is the last time.” He pleaded, but you continued to shake your head. "Love...please?" He begged as he put his forehead on yours and closed his eyes, making you do the same. "Just really need you right now.”

You didn't know why, what, or how, but for some reason what he said got to you. He had never asked like that before. The two of you kind of just always ended up fucking. But he never asked you like that. Almost like he was going to break if you didn't give in to him…or worse, cry and lash out.

Slowly opening your eyes, you find his still closed. "Okay," you whispered, biting your bottom lip.

He snapped opened his eyes, looking straight into yours. Not needing to hear anything else, he crashed his lips onto yours again. This time, you felt yourself melting into the kiss.

He picked you up into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he walked toward the bedroom, kicking the door shut before gently tossing you on the bed. The dim light from the lamp gave a calming vibe in the room, but the way he yanked his black dress shirt off, you knew it wouldn't be so calm in a few minutes.

"Take my shirt off," he smirked, glancing down at you.

Yeah, the shirt you always slept in, and you hated that he automatically knew it was his. Instead, you playfully huffed and pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties.

His eyes narrowed for a second before he got on his knees on the bed and hovered over you, making your body lie back onto the sheets. His hands were at either side of your head as his eyes darted over you. Starting with your face before traveling down your body and back up. “You’re so beautiful." He said before coming down to kiss you again.

His words had the butterflies in your stomach thrashing around violently.

When you finally pulled away for air, he leaned back on his thighs, grabbing your panties. You tried to help take them off, but he pulled them off quickly and tossed them to the side of the bed.

Standing off of it, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge. You almost felt your heart leap out of your chest with anticipation as he kneeled down and gently kissed a spot on your inner thigh. It made your eyes close as you bit your bottom lip. He moved to the opposite thigh and took a long drag with his tongue, making you squirm a bit as you wanted him to do that on the spot you wanted most.

"Look at me, baby.” He said, making you raise your head up to meet his piercing gaze.

"Want it?" He teased and you nodded. “Tell me you’re only mine," Your eyebrows scrunched together as you leaned up on your elbows to really look at him for a moment.

He hadn't moved from his spot as he kissed and licked on your inner thigh close to your clit again, "Tell me."

There it was.

The reason he showed up to your flat...

The reason he kissed you...

Why you were in your bedroom now...

He didn't want anyone to have you…

Except him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as confusion and curiosity rushed through your mind. But there was also sadness. Sadness that no matter what, you were just his best friend.

"I'm only yours," you whispered.

His cock twitched in his pants before he took one slow, long lick from the entrance of your core to your clit, making you close your eyes and let out a soft moan.

"Promise me, love," your eyes snapped open to see his piercing at you. "Promise me you’re only mine.”

In that moment, you saw the vulnerability flash over his entire face.

He was worried-no scared-that you would somehow leave him one day. Even though he never once asked you to be his; never once let you in his heart like he should have. He was scared you would never be there for him again. That you would move on and find someone to be with.

And he didn't want that...

The crazy thing was, you didn't either.

"I promise.” You sincerely said, watching that devilish smirk appear a little before he attached his mouth to your cunt.

A surprised moan escaped your lips before your right hand reached out to grab the back of his head. His tongue flickered back all over your pussy before he sucked hard on the sensitive bud of your clit.

"Zack…” you fell to your back, grabbing the sheets on either side of you.

A groan echoed in his throat, and the vibration made your legs involuntarily close, but he tightened his arms around your thighs, holding them in place. He licked and sucked on your soaking cunt over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm hit like a powerful tidal wave, ripping through your soul and making you whole again.

And he didn't stop.

He kept sucking, making the moans falling from your mouth get louder in the room. When you tried pushing his head away, he still didn't budge. You raised your head and looked down at him, seeing his eyes piercing into yours in a way you'd never seen before. Like he was an animal enjoying the attack of his prey.

Somehow, you were able to grab both sides of his face, scratching at the skin under his ears as you pulled him up, making him finally stop. He quickly climbed up and smashed his lips onto you, causing you to taste yourself.

Your hands raked over his shoulders and chest, then down to his waist, where you undid his buckle before pulling down on his pants and boxers. He broke away from the kiss, standing up briefly to pull his clothes off completely.

His cock sprang free, throbbing and red with the leak of precum dripping as you took in all of him. The little scars on his chest and abs, the tiny cuts on his face that you would trace with your fingers sometimes, all of him.

He was beautiful.

So were you.

He always loved seeing you; all of you. And you always trusted him with the most vulnerable side of you like this.

You were so goddamn beautiful it hurt.

He didn't wait any longer before he hoisted your legs around his waist and slammed into your soaking pussy, the action making you moan out loudly. A struggled groan escaped his own mouth as he pulled back before thrusting into you again.

Eventually, you ended up on your hands and knees as he pounded into you from behind. You didn't know if he was still feeling possessive from earlier or not, but his strokes were punishing. He pulled your hair, he slapped your ass harder and harder, and you loved every second of it.

He leaned over your back, circling his middle finger over the already sensitive bundle of nerves, and god, you were about to lose it,

"You're mine...all mine," he growled in your ear. His words alone caused a shiver down your spine,

“Promise me again.”

"I promise.” You moaned as your orgasm was getting close. His thrusts were getting sharper yet sloppy in a way that had your walls squeezing around his hard cock. He was close too.

Both of his arms circled around your waist, leaning flush against you,

"Fuck—I love you," he breathed out, pushing you off that edge into the pure bliss of your orgasm. He grunted as he fucked you through it, loving the feeling of your walls clenching around him.

His own orgasm crashed over him, shooting straight through his cock into you, filling the hot seed of him up into your cervix as you milked every last drop. The growl that rumbled in his chest as he bit on your shoulder made you tremble. The grip on your body held you up, but he was afraid to let you go.

Now you were his.

Only his.

—

first time writing for zack, i hope you guys enjoyed this one. i love a good backstory. xx <3

[midgarangel]

requesting more sephiroth pleaseeee and thank you

tension | sephiroth 🪽

summary: There’s obvious tension between you and Sephiroth. So what happens when you sweetly convince him to help you train?

contents: nsfw! sephiroth x fem reader! face sitting, overstimulation, sub sephiroth, light dom/switch reader, oral (both receiving), multiple orgasams, praise kink, penetration, sweaty needy sex (i need him carnally.)

words: 2.4k

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You had seen him snagging glances at you for weeks on end. He had a habit of lurking at the fringes of your vision, like a tall specter of the night that came to the earth in smoke and mirrors.

Once, he'd saved you on a mission, slicing your assailant in half while his dark yet bright gaze burnt you from within.

He didn't talk much outside of the missions, but when he did it was like he couldn't get the words out fast enough so he could escape. But he'd sneak chance looks whenever he could.

There was something between you, thick enough that a knife wasn't able to cut it.

You had enough. The training room was dim after taking a break from your practice. Sipping on your water, your gaze travelled along your surroundings until they landed on a tall figure standing out in the hallway. It looked like he was pretending to read one of the info boards along the hallways walls.

Endorphins burning bright in your system, spurred you forward.

You joined him with a smile on your face, sweat making you shine. Sephiroth seemed startled.

"Ah—" his gaze darted everywhere but your face. "Hello?"

"Hey, Sephiroth," you said casually.

"I didn't see you there," He replied, and you wanted to laugh. He was like a beast in the field, a master of his sword, and here he was incredibly awkward and trying to look everywhere but at you.

It was cute.

"It's kind of boring out here, no?” you mused, smiling a little. Sephiroth chuckled slightly. Shinra corridors were bland and gray. Not much to see while walking to and from.

"The next few missions are posted. I’m hoping I get paired with Angeal. He remarked, and you laughed in earnest. His eyes lit up a little bit, and you could see his rare smile form on his face.

You reached out a hand, letting it pat his shoulder. He swallowed thickly.

“What about us? We work well together right?”

“I-I mean, well yes of course we do. You’re right.”

“I’m just messing with you Sephiroth.”

He chuckled but it didn’t come off as nervous as before.

“I saw you in there. You’re improving.”

“Were you watching me?” You asked with a smirk on your face.

“I wouldn’t say watching. Just noticing. I recall you saying you needed to work on your strength.”

Sephiroth noticed a twinkle in your eye after his statement. You thought it was sweet that he remembered.

“You’ll make first class in no time.”

“Aw, thank you. I just wish I had a trainer, you know?”

He nodded his head in agreement. Your eyes bored into his, trying to telepathically tell him to be your trainer. After a few seconds he finally got the hint. On the few missions you had done together, you’d often joke and say that he should teach you everything he knows.

“Ah, I see.”

“You’re the best soldier in shinra, Sephiroth. Please?”

Hearing you say that word had him wanting to drop everything he planned on doing just so he could help you.

“Ok, ok. Go on.”

—

An hour later, it was more rigorous than you expected. Using practice swords felt real when you practiced with the man a few feet away.

Most of the building was empty, at least on the training level and Sephiroth was busy rolling up the mats you both used. You watched him put everything away as you rested against the wall in the corner of the room.

The entire session he was a sight to behold. His muscles on full display along with his hair flowing every time he moved, you had a hard time staying focused. The looks he gave while helping you with weights made you want to pounce on him. Often, his hands would brush your arms. Your soft grunts as you tried your best to keep lifting, followed by his praises were the only sounds heard in the training room. It all felt intimate in a way.

Walking over to you he joined you against the wall, taking in how tightly your sports bra clinged to your chest.

“I’m so hot…” You said fanning yourself, desperate for cold air.

Sephiroth wished he could tell-no-show you how hot you truly were. He honed in on the droplets of sweat going down into your cleavage. Wishing he could lick them away, but instead he gave a simple suggestion.

“Cold shower should suffice.” He pointed his head towards the showers.

“Mhm. I think I will,” You fake contemplated, “Are you heading home after this?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.”

A pout appeared on your face. You reached out a hand, letting a finger glide up and down his arm He swallowed thickly. 

“I was hoping you’d join me.”

You shuffled closer to him, shoulders nearly touching. Facing him, your fingers played with the bottom of his shirt. He took in a sharp breath, you were so close yet so far.

Removing your hand to tease him, his mouth turned down at the corners disappointed. 

Walking away and grabbing a towel from the rack nearby, you didn't even have to hear his footsteps to know that he'd follow. 

—

Tension was thick in the air when you stood in front of the locker room mirror. It was spotless considering it was now evening, cleaning had already been done. Tying your hair up, you began to strip. Your workout shorts were first, leaving you in your underwear. Sephiroth stood in the center of the room fidgeting. 

You leaned against the sink, canting a hip.

"What's the matter?"

"I—,” He gulped, "What do you want with me?"

"What do I want with you?" You strode forward, grabbing the drawstrings of his sweatpants with your fingers pulling his hips flush against you.

"I want you any way you'll let me have you," you said, sliding a palm over his cock. "That okay?"

"Y-yes.” He whispered, and you grounded your palm down. 

"Good boy," you praised him. His hips shifted against your hand as he moaned. 

You pushed him back a little, letting the back of knees hit the bench in the locker room. He falls backward, sliding yourself up and straddling his hips. 

It was so easy to slide your hands under his shirt, rucking it up and admiring the skin underneath. He didn’t have a lot of scars. No typical marks of your trade. How? You wondered. The moan he gave you while you let your hands roam was more than enough to make you grind your hips down. 

His tshirt was standard issue black, and it shifted with every movement as he breathed heavily. 

"Why don't you let me see the rest of you, hmm, pretty boy?" you requested, and he nodded shakily, peeling off his shirt.

You lifted yourself on your knees as he kicked off his sweatpants and boots, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs that did little to hide anything about how interested he was. 

You decided to leave your bra and panties on to tease him a bit more. Not missing the way his gaze darkened, lingering on your chest. 

Smiling, you leaned forward over him. "Like what you see?"

"Very much so.” He admitted. His hands gripped the bench, and your grin shifted to something a little more wanting. 

"You can touch me, you know,"

His hands flew up, skating over your skin. His touch was burning as he roamed everywhere he could reach. 

You leaned back to straddle him, letting your hips slide along him as his hands gripped your thighs. 

"I—" Sephiroth swallowed and shook his head. 

"What, baby?" you asked, letting your hands feel his arms and the muscle beneath his skin. 

"Kiss me, please," He said, and you smiled, grabbing his chin and leaning down. 

He tasted like peppermint and something distinctly Sephiroth, you found yourself trying to get a better taste. His arms wound around your waist, crushing you to him as he kissed you like he couldn't get enough. 

His tongue licked past your lips as he grabbed your hips and ground you down against him. An involuntary moan left your mouth and he exhaled shakily. You bit his lip, and he groaned. 

It was perfect like this, his warm skin against yours as you ground against each other and swallowed the noises the other made. But you wanted more. 

Admiring how dazed and kiss-drunk he looked, you pulled yourself back. Sliding down his body, you looked up at him as you kissed your way down his torso. 

"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes widening. 

"Well," you said, straightening up as your hands played with the waistband of his boxers, "I was going to suck you off."

He cursed, low and long. 

"Is that alright with you?"

"Fuck," he groaned. "Yes."

You slid his boxers down, kissing his hipbone and enjoying the little shifts of his hips. He was hard, and big by the feel of it, and you couldn't wait to get a taste. 

Wrapping your hand around him, you loosely jerked him off, pulling his boxers all the way down.

“Bet you’ve imagined this before, haven’t you?”

Sephiroth nodded quickly but you wanted more confirmation.

“Say it.” you demanded giving his cock a squeeze.

“Countless times. Every time I see you. On all of our-our missions.

He was pretty, all flushed. Licking a stripe up his cock, you reveled in the strangled cry that he gave. 

"Does that feel good?" You asked him.

“Mhm, right there.”

You turned your attention back, licking over his head and holding his hips down so that he couldn't thrust into your mouth. 

"God, you—" He cut himself off with a muffled moan. "You feel so-,” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

"You're doing so good, baby," you praised him, and he cried out again as you wrapped your hand around him and kept moving, leaning up to kiss him. He licked into your mouth frantically, tasting himself on you as his hands tangled in your hair and cupped your cheek. 

You went back down, teasing him with little licks all over. He was nearly shaking underneath you, his hips stuttering into your grip as you kept teasing him. 

"Please, please, please," he begged, whimpering, "please, I'll do anything."

"Anything?" you asked, perking up. 

"Anything," he agreed, shaky. 

You pulled yourself off of him, and he groaned. Gripping his chin with one hand, you looked directly into his eye with a smile.

"What’re you willing to do?"

"I, fuck!" His hips ground against your palm as you rubbed him up and down. "Anything, everything, just fuck me, please."

"Good boy," you rewarded him, sliding back down and slipping your mouth over him, swallowing him down in one go. 

"Ahh.." Sephiroth cried out, his hand tangling in your hair as you slid up and down. Your fingers tapped twice on his hip. A signal that he could let go. 

He didn't need to be told twice. He fucked your mouth brutally, setting a rapid pace, all you could do was hold on. 

His hips began to stutter, and you knew he was nearing the end,. Swallowing down his come, he came. A strangled cry coming from the back of his throat. 

You moved away, admiring the way his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were hazy. 

"How are you feeling?" you asked him, and his mouth lifted up in a lazy grin. 

"Good.” He answered, breathless. You smiled, gently tracing your fingers up his spent cock. 

"I'd hope so," you said, admiring the way his hips jerked away from your touch. "I'm not quite done with you yet."

"Fuck," he cursed, his eyes rolling back, and you laughed, wrapping a hand around him in earnest and lightly jerking him off. 

"Please.” he said, and you backed off. 

"Too much?" you asked. 

"No, please," he answered, gaze sliding away from your face. "More."

He was cute, you thought, and acquiesced. 

Licking up his cock rewarded you with a whine, and you did it again, something not resembling english escaping his mouth as you teased him. You raised yourself up to look at his face while you jerked him off hard, and he whined again, tears catching in his eyelashes. 

"You can let go," you said, soothingly. But he shook his head, tears running down his face. 

"I want to make you feel good too." he said, and you smiled, surprised.

"Okay," you agreed, sitting back. "Make me feel good."

He got up, gently pushing you down onto the bench as he kicked off his boxers in full, leaving him fully nude. You gave him a long look, and his mouth lifted in a smile. 

“Can you help me take these off?”

“Of course.”

His hands instantly pulled the straps of your bra down, setting your tits free with an ease that made you feel warmth pool in your stomach. 

Acting on impulse, his mouth was on them in seconds, licking all over your chest. You whimpered when you felt his hot tongue in-between your cleavage.

Spreading your legs willingly, he settled himself there while you laid down. His hands warm on your thighs as he bent down. 

Tentative fingers pulled your panties down, and you lifted your hips to assist him. His hands bracketed your waist as he lowered himself fully, kneeling between your legs and letting his warm breath skate over the oversensitive skin between your thighs. 

"If you're wanting a written invitation, you could just ask," you remarked, squirming, and he huffed out a laugh, finally starting to move. 

"Good boy," you praised him, and he hummed, circling his tongue around your clit.

When he finally started eating you out, though, it's enough to keep your hips rocking against him. 

"Fuck, Sephiroth," you moaned, wrapping your legs around his head as he did something with his tongue that made you see stars. 

"You're...so pretty when you talk like that," he murmured against your skin, and you could feel his smile on your thighs when he pressed a kiss. 

"If you're going to keep teasing me like this," you said, breathless, "then I might just have to ride your face."

"Then do it.” He challenged you. 

"Lay down," you commanded him, and he did. Basically switching places, his eyes were bright and expectant. 

You settled yourself over his head, about to ask if he was okay. But before you could, he grabbed your hips and forcibly sat you down. 

It was all you could do to keep your composure, grinding down on his face while he licked you up and down and sucked hard on your clit. 

"Oh my god," you groaned, trying not to fall to pieces, "you're so good." 

He smiled underneath you, reaching out a hand. You took it, balancing your weight on your legs. Warmth built in your stomach, and you felt your legs start to shake as you start to climax. 

"Mfff-please, don't stop," you told him, and his hand gripped yours harder as you felt yourself lose control, blacking out and shaking on top of him. 

When you came to, Sephiroth was still lightly licking you, and his tongue teasingly flicked your clit, making you squirm and whine. 

You rose off him, settling next to his hips. 

"I’m not satiated yet." he said, warm and slightly growly. His eyes were glittering as he wiped off his face. 

"Don’t worry." you said, swinging a leg over his hip and grinding down on his member. You both moaned at the sensation.

You held yourself up, positioning, and then sank down onto his dick. Sephiroth hissed out a shaky breath. 

"Fuck me," he breathed out, gripping your hips as you rose up and sank back down again. 

"Isn't that what I'm doing?" you asked wryly, rolling your hips smoothly and enjoying the way he bared his teeth. 

"Mmph," he retorted. 

"Aww," you teased him through shaky breaths. "If you'd like to take control, then do it."

That was all he needed. In one smooth movement, with his super human strength, he rolled you over onto your back once again. One hand on the back of your neck as he kissed you, setting a harsh pace. 

Soft cries were punched out of you as he kissed you roughly. His cock rubbed against your insides in all the right ways as his hips pistoned into you. 

"Shit," he swore softly. "You feel better than I’ve imagined."

Your hands cupped his cheeks, whispering in his ear. "God, you're such a good boy."

"Fuck," he sighed, moving faster. 

He was reaching the end, his movements erratic. One of his hands stroked you, fingers massaging your clit, fast and rough, and you were coming again, back bowed. He was still moving when you came back down, dazed. 

"That's it," you grinned, fingernails digging into his back. "Let go…"

Sephiroths hips stuttered then he came, sinking into you with a muffled curse and a kiss to your neck. 

Laying in a sticky aftermath that was both unbearably hot yet comfortable, he slid out, arms wrapping around you and holding you loosely. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and he smiled. After a while, you came to your senses. It felt like a sauna.

“Can I join you for that shower now?” Sephiroth asked.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, grabbing his hand.

“Only if you tell me what shampoo you use.”

—

i kinda cooked here ngl. xx <3

[midgarangel]

i kinda wanna write for zack next 😭 i have some ideas alr but i’m not sure if they fit his canon personality?

if anyone has any suggestions or ideas pls send them my way!!

xx <3

[midgarangel]

ꗃ worship | sephiroth 🪽

summary: sephiroth makes sure you know how much he loves your body.

contents: nsfw! sephiroth x fem reader! body worshipping, oral (fem receiving, sephiroth munch agenda in full effect), glasses stay on, sub seph if you reallyyyy squint.

words: 1k

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Sephiroth had always been someone who appreciated art in any form. That was why he couldn’t take his eyes off you when you stepped out of the shower with only a towel covering your figure.

“You look gorgeous,” He mumbled as you approached the bed. “It’s almost unreal.”

The small water beads on your body could be seen from where he sat, they dripped onto the floor with every step you took.

You smirked when you suddenly let the towel drop, revealing yourself to him.

“How about now?”

“Even better.”

The truth was that anytime he laid eyes on your bare form, he couldn’t help but think of artists carving statues into marble in an attempt to do a goddess justice. Someone like you must have inspired them. When you stood in between his legs to straddle his hips, he was quick to drop the book from his hands.

Sephiroth couldn’t quite grasp the fact that the greatest masterpiece on earth was there with him, waiting to be admired fully. There was nothing that could ever distract him from his mission to adore you.

He placed his hands on your waist. “Please let me worship you.”

Leaning down to kiss him, you mumbled against his lips, “But i’m all wet.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He whispered as his hands came up to his face to take off his glasses.

“Wait!”

He looked at you, raising a brow.

“You prefer me wearing them?”

Nodding your head and biting your lip, you insisted this was a very serious request.

“Mhm, it’s hot.”

His dark chuckle made him even hotter in your eyes. With one swift motion he turned you around so you were laying on your back with him hovering over you. He seemed almost greedy when he kissed you then, slipping his tongue into your mouth after just a few moments. You welcomed his enthusiasm, even more so when he left your lips to kiss down your neck instead, leaving goosebumps everywhere his hair tickled your skin.

When he got to the curves of your chest you felt him smiling against your body. He kissed and nipped your sensitive skin, content when you began to sing him his praise in the forms of sighs and moans falling from your lips. His hand was caressing one of your breasts while he licked over the hardened peak of the other one.

He took his sweet time, alternating between the two of them until he was sure that he gave each of them enough attention. He started kissing down your stomach when he decided that it hadn’t been enough yet, pawing at them once more before kissing each nipple several times.

“You’re absolutely perfect,” he breathed as he nestled his face against your chest.

His adorable display of affection made you giggle, “I know you love them.”

“I love all of you,” he corrected you.

“Show me.”

He didn’t hesitate any longer to kiss further down your body, exploring every inch of you with his hands and lips. When he got to your hips, he gently bit into the supple flesh, making you squirm underneath him. One of his hands reached around you to grab a handful of the curve of your backside, burying his fingernails into your skin until you were sure you’d see crescent shaped marks on you tomorrow.

The thought of finding the evidence of his worship painted all over your body in the morning let your heart skip a beat. You loved being reminded of his desire for everything you had to offer. When he kissed the soft patch of skin just below your belly, your legs spread open for him to lie down between them.

Instead of kissing you where you were already aching for his touch, he began nipping on the insides of your ample thighs instead. He took his time kissing and licking along them until he reached your knee, only to repeat the same thing on the other leg. When he was done with that, he sat up between your thighs to find your eyes.

Your cheeks were glowing and your eyes half-lidded when he looked at you. The way he showed you his adoration for you aroused you more than you could put into words. It was obvious how excited he was by the large bulge in his slacks. You would have been happy to help him get some relief but you knew that bringing you pleasure was everything he needed right then.

He let his sight roam over your body, his eyes filled with wonder when they lingered on your center. Gentle fingertips made contact with your silken folds, spreading the sweetness from your entrance along your cunt. However, his touch was too light to grant you some much needed friction.

“Don’t tease me…” You whined.

As if he was snapping out from a trance, he quickly apologized before laying down between your legs, “Sorry angel, you’re just so beautiful.”

Your whole body began trembling when he began collecting your honeyed wetness on his tongue. He was mesmerized by your heady scent and couldn’t help but begin to rock his hips against the mattress while bringing you pleasure with his mouth. With your hands in his hair you brought him even closer to you.

After exploring your core with his tongue as if to imprint your uniqueness into his brain forever, he focussed on the small bundle of nerves. By the sounds of your whimpers and moans he knew that you were about to enter a state of pure bliss.

“Mmm so close…” You cried sweetly.

He was eager to please you the way you deserved, relentlessly moving his tongue and lips over you to let you fall over the edge.

Both of you felt light-headed but Sephiroth got completely lost in the pleasure. All the tension suddenly left his body when he found release in his pants without ever being touched. Only moments later did you find your high as well, tremors wrecking through your body as you savored the euphoria.

You practically had to push Sephiroths face away from your core as he was still buried between your legs, a low whine escaping his lips when you denied him access to your ambrosial taste. Your open arms offered consolation and he was happy to take it.

As your hand snuck down his body to make him feel good too, you found him already soft and his pants stained. A small gasp escaped your lips. Often, he’d be too focused on you that he’d forget himself.

“Naughty boy.”

“I can’t help it when you taste so divine.” He whispered. Round two ensued soon after.

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damn i wish he was real. xx <3