#SEPHIROTH WITH SHORT HAIR

[vinnigami]

before ever crisis manages to what do you think young genesis (~16) looks like, i think the young first trio is wonderful but both sephiroth and angeal look too normal /j

if teenage genesis doesn’t have long hair I will be so disappointed

[dreamquestofunknownkadath]

Whatever happened to smexy bishies. You guys used to love smexy bishies.

[justsomeunsurefancat]

W-W-Wait- I haven't been keeping up with Ever Crisis. WE GOT YOUNG SEPHIROTH??

[anakinh]

popping in from rebirth-induced exile to ask why did they make glenn ever crisis into ardyn??

[midgarangel]

ꗃ leave them on | Sephiroth 🪽

summary: sephiroth comes home and needs you more than anything.

contents: nsfw! sephiroth x fem reader, late night n lazy but soft, kinda messy, needy and greedy lol, he literally can’t do anything else once he gets home besides being with you.

words: 724

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Exhausted after a long day of training and difficult missions, Sephiroth just desperately wants to be in your arms. After walking in, he curls up with you as you read your book. Head nuzzling into your lap.

Your hand cards through his hair idly, nails softly scraping across his scalp so casually. His hair was still so perfect after a long day you were often dumbfounded. Playing with it could've lulled him to sleep if he wasn't so desperate for you.

“Do you have a bookmark angel?”

You nodded.

He pressed soft kisses to your thighs, practically burying his face between them until you shift enough to give him room.

“Missed you. A lot. He says in between kisses.

“Missed you more.” You respond while watching him. You spent all day wondering if he was ok.

His gentle kisses to the soft flesh of your thighs turn messier, more intent, with purpose until he's straight up mouthing at your skin. His teeth nip at the soft skin there until your legs open up even more, the scent of you, the heat of you overwhelming him until his face is just buried right in between your thighs.

Not even bothering with your shorts. His hands knead at your thighs, lazily mouthing at your shorts until they're all sopping wet. It’s so much because it's just not enough.

“Seph wait let me take them-“

“Don’t bother..”

He’s just so lost in it. Before you can protest, his mouth is on you, eyes closed, humming and huffing each time your nails scratch his scalp or he draws another little moan from you. You reach down and tug on his hair, suddenly feeling too shy to make eye contact.

He groans into you, making you even more aware of how starved he is. He sits up a bit and slides your shorts and panties to the side, taking in how pretty you look in this state.

“These are my favorite.” He watches for your reaction as his finger drags up and down your slit making you squirm.

“Can you kiss me?” You beckon him to you, feeling his lips on yours in an instant. Both of you moaning into the kiss as he still plays with you below.

He shuffled down, lips making contact with the skin of your stomach. He leaves a fluttering of kisses there, licking a stripe up your centre, tongue momentarily inserting itself into your belly button. 

“Sephiroth..” you whisper, hand on his cheeks, reaching up slowly so you could gently grasp his hair. He kisses the inside of your palm, letting out a soft laugh.

“needy baby…” He coos. Then the feeling of his breath against your most sensitive area causes your body to jolt forward.

His tongue trails down to your folds as it settles on your entrance. His free hand spreading you open for him to fuck.

He places a kiss on your clit again, making you shut your eyes. Taking a sharp intake of breath, your hole clenches around nothing. Making him smile and bite his lips.

"So greedy too..." he muttered before licking a long stripe up. His voice was so soft yet deep. If he could shove his face in you and not be able to breathe, he'll happily take that. Till his lips are numb and face drenched with spit and your arousal.

“Only for you. Always.” You said muffled with your own fingers in your mouth.

You opened your eyes hazily as you looked down at him. His eyes were closed. The room filled with the sinful noises of slurping, whines and muffled moans. He’s lapping at you eagerly.

You don’t even realize he’s rutting into the couch. He’s ridden out the best orgasms that way, creaming in his already-sodden boxers whenever this would happen.

“I-i’m close..” your back arches up off of the couch as your entire body jolts with pleasure.

You swear you black out for a second. Sephiroth taking great pleasure in the way your lashes flutter and your eyes roll back, he falls apart right after you do.

Not a drop from you goes to waste. He’s still moaning against you when your own whimpers die down. A firm kiss is placed against your inner thigh before he rises back up your body to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You want him to kiss you again and he does.

“Thank you angel.”

He lays his head on your chest and listens to your heartbeat, drifting off into a deep sleep.

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hoping to put out a longer fic soon! xx <3

[emmyc0z]

Sephiroth X Stressed!Reader

pairing : sephiroth x stressed!reader

cw : none!

a/n : i have ZERO motivation but i’ve gotten a few requests for more sephiroth fics. please accept this as a peace offering until i write something real!

divider by @cursed-carmine

you’ve been short with him. frustrated by tight deadlines and a constant lack of satisfaction in your work. and you’ve been taking it out on him.

probably not the best choice on your part considering, while appearing placid, calm and imperturbable to the untrained eye, he does not possess an easygoing personality.

despite this fact about him, he humours you and allows you to snap at him again and again.

“sephiroth, stop lurking behind me. god, i can’t work with you breathing down my neck!”

“can’t you read somewhere else? the flipping of your pages is driving me insane, i can’t focus like this!”

“no! for the fourth time, sephiroth, i am not hungry! stop asking me! leave me alone so i can get this done.”

and of course, he’s feeding off your energy. frustration growing the longer you brush him off. jaw tensing, teeth clenching tight to keep his tongue from slipping and saying something that will only make things worse.

he can’t help that, as much as it curdles his stomach to think, he cares about you. more than any living thing on this planet.

and to see you hunched over your little computer screen, eye getting so heavy that they droop, hair messy and unkempt, fingers tapping anxiously against the surface of the wooden living room coffee table when they aren’t viciously typing away against the laptops plastic keys, its pains him.

you won’t eat. so he can’t bring himself to enjoy a meal. forcing himself to cook for two every night, even though he knows you won’t eat, and inevitably packing both portions into plastic containers after sitting at the table for over an hour, picking at his food.

you won’t go to sleep. so he tosses and turns in your shared bed at night, a bed that once felt too small to fit the two of you without squishing together now feeling like a lonely, open valley of space, knowing that if he comes out to get you it’ll only start an argument. which is the last thing you need, he knows.

you won’t put down the computer. so he tries to invade you’re space in the living room, just to be close to you, he doesn’t even want to talk. but the slightest shift in his breathing makes you angry. which is why he doesn’t stay for long.

and then, one night when he returns from work, you finally let him in again.

he enters the living room to find you're computer in pieces beside the table, while you gasp for breath behind your hands, body racked with sobs.

sephiroth would drop everything, rushing to your side, on his knees beside your defeated body. gentle hands on your arms pulling your palms away from your face.

he has fought thousands of creatures, ugly and terrifying, and still nothing has made him feel the fear that he feels upon seeing you’re teary face. the disappointment in himself that he did not, could not, prevent this.

a pit forms in his stomach and a compulsion to care, a need to show he’s there, that he has been there the entire time, fills every fiber of his being.

his warm hands would cup your face, the rough pads of his thumbs wiping the wet streams of tears off your cheeks. softly saying you’re name.

he is unsure if he’s any good at comforting. he’s never had to do it before. he’s not used to this. but he’s trying and for that you appreciate him more than he knows.

“what’s wrong, my love? hm? i was only gone for a few hours, what happened?”

“this stupid deadline! my boss thinks i’m some sort of robot or something.. i- i couldn’t handle it. i just got so frustrated and.. and i threw the computer. which i see now.. only makes things worse. god, i’m so stupid” you can only bury your face back in your hands, more sobs leaving your tired body.

“don’t say that. you’re not stupid, don’t talk about yourself that way” he gently pries your hands from your face.

he’s not a big talker. he’s not good with his emotions. so he makes you feel better in his own, quieter way.

he’d clean up the computer. even though you insist he doesn’t, he still would. and he’d even offer to buy a new computer for you, what else would he do with he soldier salary.

he would sit on the couch with you, holding you in his strong arms until you’ve finally settled. offering quiet words of reassurance, reminders that’s he still there even if he’s not very talkative.

when you try to rectify the way you had spoken to him earlier in the week, explain your shortness, your irritability, he would shake his head and tell you he’s already forgotten. he knows “his girl was just stressed.”

and he won’t leave your side again. he’s known distance between you for less than a week and he never wants it again. so he stays planted by your side the next time you decide to work, planting gentle kisses to your hand which he keeps firmly held in his despite your protests about how you need both to type.

he’s not the touchiest, certainly not the feeliest, but he tries for you.

[ajalholland]

Lipstick (scenarios)

Characters: Young Sephiroth, Zack Fair, Cloud Strife, Sephiroth

Young Sephiroth

Sephiroth with, at the moment, an unruly mop of silver hair falling into his piercing cyan eyes, was sprawled comfortably on the couch. His fingers danced over the buttons of the sleek, handheld gaming device that (Y/n) had recently gifted him.

(Y/n) walked out of her room, a small smile tugging on the corner of her lips. She approached Sephiroth from behind, her footsteps silent as a cat. She watched him play his video games, her gaze lingered on his unruly silver hair for a moment. Before she leaned over the back of the couch, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and giving his cheek a smooch.

"Mwah!"

Sephiroth's concentration on the video game was abruptly interrupted by the sudden smooch on his cheek. He jolted a bit, nearly dropping the device in surprise. His cyan eyes darted towards (Y/n) as a warm flush spread across his face.

"W-what was that for?" he asked, a mix of shock and embarrassment in his voice.

(Y/n)'s leaned further forward, her lips planting a second kiss on his face, then a third, and then a fourth. With each one, her lips lingered just a tad bit longer, leaving bright red lipstick marks behind. She couldn't help it, he was too cute!

Sephiroth's cheeks turned an even darker shade of pink as (Y/n) continued to shower his face with a trail of kisses. He instinctively tried to lean away, but the feeling of her warm, soft lips against his caused a flutter in his chest.

"H-hey, stop it," he protested weakly, his voice betraying a hint of a smile. He tried to maintain his composure, but the way her touch made him feel was making it increasingly difficult.

(Y/n) chuckled softly as Sephiroth tried to lean away, his cheeks now a bright pink. She tightened her grip on his shoulders, keeping him from escaping her affectionate gestures. Her lips continued to rain kisses on his face, leaving several more bright red marks on his skin.

Sephiroth's half-hearted protests gradually faded to soft laughter as he resigned himself to (Y/n)'s relentless affection. The sensation of her soft lips on his skin was both embarrassing and enjoyable.

"Alright, alright, you've made your point," he said, trying to sound annoyed, but the slight grin on his face betrayed his true feelings.

(Y/n) finally relented, her playful kisses coming to a stop. She pulled back to admire her handiwork, his face now adorned with several bright red lipstick marks.

"Hmm, perfect." She studied his face with a satisfied smirk.

Sephiroth's face was now flushed red, a combination of both from (Y/n)'s playful affection and the realization that he was now adorned with lipstick marks. He tried in vain to rub them off with the back of his hand, but only managed to smudge it more.

"You know, I'm going to have to wash my face now," he said, trying to sound irritated but failing to hide the amusement in his tone.

"Not my problem." (Y/n) laughed at his attempt to rub off the lipstick marks, as she got up and left like nothing happened.

Sephiroth let out a sigh as (Y/n) left the room, leaving him alone with his blushing face. He tried to continue playing his video game, but the lingering feeling of her kisses made it difficult to concentrate.

Eventually, he gave up and went to the bathroom to try to wash off the persistent lipstick marks. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and a strange sense of affection for (Y/n)'s playful antics.

Zack Fair

Zack lounged lazily on the couch, his lean muscular frame clad in a snug black tank top, and baggy shorts. His legs were stretched out in front of him. The late afternoon sun streaming through the window casting a warm glow on his handsome face. His piercing blue eyes, framed by long lashes, scroll through the screen of his phone with a bored expression.

(Y/n) leaned against the doorframe, her gaze fixated on him. She couldn't help but appreciate his masculine figure, especially with his tank top hugging his muscles so well. She took a step into the room, a devilish gleam in her own eyes.

Zack continued to idly scroll through his phone, completely oblivious to (Y/n)'s presence leaning against the doorframe. His mind was preoccupied with trying to find something interesting to do, but nothing seemed to catch his attention. He sighed, exasperated, and ran a hand through his spiky black hair, tousling it even further.

With an effortless grace, she glided across the room, coming to stand directly behind him. She leaned down, her hands coming down on the couch armrest, and smooched Zack's nose.

Zack's phone slipped out of his hand, clattering to the ground as he jumped in surprise, not expecting the unexpected kiss on his nose. His eyes wide, as he found himself face to face with (Y/n). The sight of her made his heart skip a beat, and a mix of surprise and a hint of a smile played on his lips.

"Hey," he said, his voice soft and low, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You can't just sneak up on a guy like that."

(Y/n) chuckled, but continued her trail of kisses, starting from his nose and moving to his cheeks, then his forehead, and then his chin. Everywhere but his lips.

Zack's breath hitched as (Y/n)'s lips traveled across his face, sending a wave of sensations through him. He tried to feign indifference, but his cheeks had already taken on a hint of a blush. He couldn't help but enjoy the attention, his eyes fluttering shut. "You're relentless, aren't you?" he teased with a smirk.

(Y/n) merely hummed in response, her lips not missing a single spot on his face. Each kiss was slow and deliberate, her breath warm against his skin. She knew she was pushing his buttons, but it was just too fun to resist.

Zack's resolve crumbled with each kiss, his body betraying him as his skin tingled with every touch of her lips. He let out a low groan, his hand reaching up to cup her face, bringing her in for a real kiss.

(Y/n) gently caught his hand, a sly grin on her face as she pulled away just before their lips could meet. "Ah ah ah," she chided, before she left to the kitchen.

Zack let out a frustrated huff as (Y/n) evaded his attempt at a kiss. He couldn't deny the thrill he got from her playful tease, but he was also annoyed at his own eagerness. He quickly stood up from the couch, following her into the kitchen, a determined look on his face.

"You can't just leave a guy hanging like that," he said, leaning against the counter, his eyes following her every movement.

(Y/n) glanced over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, can't I?" she retorted, feigning innocence. She set down a glass of water before walking back towards him, her footsteps light and playful. She pecked his lips softly, and with a wink said "Go look in the mirror."

Zack rolled his eyes at (Y/n)'s teasing, but couldn't help but feel a thrill at the brief brush of her lips. With a curious frown, he walked over to the bathroom, his eyes scanning his reflection in the mirror. His face was a canvas of bright red lipstick marks.

"(Y/n)!" 

Cloud Strife

Exhausted from a grueling day of being a merc, Cloud kicked off his shoes and collapsed backwards onto the plush bed. The soft mattress embraced his weary body as he let out a content sigh, staring up at the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead.

(Y/n) silently sauntered over to him, her footsteps light and almost inaudible.

Cloud felt movement on the bed, sensing (Y/n)'s approach. he shifted his gaze towards her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Hey," he murmured, his voice slightly hoarse from exhaustion.

Then she pounced! She tackled him down against the bed, pinning his wrists above his head. A wide smirk plastered across her face.

Caught off guard, Cloud let out a surprised grunt as (Y/n) tackled him down onto the bed. His instincts kicked in for a moment, but he soon relaxed. "What are you doing, (Y/n)?" he asked.

A laugh escaped her lips, a playful glint in her eyes. "You look so cute when you're tired," she teased. Without warning, she pressed her lipstick covered lips to his forehead. "Mwah!"

Cloud let out a sigh, both exasperated and amused by (Y/n)'s antics. "Cute? Yeah, sure," he deadpanned, though a hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth. "You know I'm exhausted, right? You could let me rest for a bit before jumping all over me."

"But then I wouldn't get to do this," she said, before suddenly peppering his cheeks with several more kisses, leaving a trail of red lipstick marks.

"Hey, hey," Cloud protested half-heartedly, trying to turn his head away but failing to escape the barrage of kisses. "You're leaving lipstick marks all over me. I'm going to look ridiculous. Hey, (Y/n)—stop—"

(Y/n) ignored his half-hearted protests. She let go of his wrists to cupped his face, her eyes twinkling with mischief. With each press of her lips, she left another vibrant mark of cherry red on his skin. She couldn't help it; he looked adorable when he was flustered.

"W-wait a minute," Cloud protested again, his cheeks growing increasingly warmer with each kiss. "You've marked up half my face already..." However, he didn't push her away, enjoying the attention far more than he wanted to admit.

(Y/n) finally let up, pulling back to admire her handiwork. His face was now adorned with several vivid red marks. Satisfied with the result, she gave him a sly smirk.

"Now for the best part," she murmured, her voice low and tinged with excitement, before capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

Cloud melted into the kiss, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as (Y/n)'s lips claimed his own. He let out a soft hum, his hands slipping around her waist to pull her closer.

"H-hey," Cloud protested as (Y/n) pulled back, his hands still gripping her waist. "You're not leaving me hanging like that, are you? Come back here." He reached up to cup her face, pulling her back into the kiss.

(Y/n) smirked against the kiss, returning it with equal fervor.

Sephiroth

In the quiet solitude of his home office, Sephiroth sat hunched over the polished desk, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the late afternoon sun streaming through the window behind him. The golden light danced across his silver hair, casting a warm hue over the sharp lines of his jaw and the piercing cyan eyes that scanned the papers before him with intense focus.

(Y/n) couldn't help but admire the sight before her; Sephiroth, in all his concentrated glory, completely engrossed in the papers in front of him. The intense concentration on his face was endearing, yet it presented the perfect opportunity for her to carry out her little plan.

Unaware of his wife's presence, Sephiroth's gaze remained fixed on the words in front of him, fingers drumming on the desk as his mind ran through the details of the assignment given to him. The silence, only interrupted by the occasional rustle of pages, provided the perfect cover for (Y/n)'s silent approach. The soft sound of her footsteps barely registered in Sephiroth's mind.

Before Sephiroth could even realize it, (Y/n) was standing right behind him. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she span the chair around to face her, before smooching his cheek. "Mwah!"

Sephiroth's train of thought was abruptly derailed by the unexpected smooch on his cheek. His intense concentration shattered, he swiveled his chair around to find himself face to face with his grinning wife. "(Y/n)..." he said, raising an eyebrow, "I didn't hear you come in."

(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at the surprised look on Sephiroth's face, his intense concentration replaced with an adorable mixture of confusion and amusement. "That was the whole point," she replied, her voice filled with playful mischief. "I was trying to be stealthy." She then kissed his other cheek, her lips lingering longer than before.

Despite himself, Sephiroth felt a small smirk form on his lips at his wife's playfulness. He leaned back in his chair, the papers momentarily forgotten as he reached out to gently pull (Y/n) closer, tugging her into his lap. "I suppose I should be impressed by your skills, then," he teased, his eyes locked onto hers.

(Y/n) giggled, finding herself comfortably straddling Sephiroth's lap. The close proximity only fueled her playful mood. With a grin, she leaned forward and planted a trail of light kisses along his jawline, her lips leaving faint red marks along his skin.

Sephiroth's smirk deepened as he felt the light trail of kisses on his jawline. He raised an eyebrow, his hands lightly gripping her hips. "You're in a rather playful mood," he observed, amused. "What's gotten into you?"

(Y/n)'s laughter filled the room as she continued to shower Sephiroth's skin with kisses. Her lips left a trail of bright red marks along his jaw before moving down to his neck. "Because I wooove you." she teased, a smirk playing on her lips.

Sephiroth's laughter joined hers, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He tilted his head to the side, allowing her better access to his neck, feeling the warmth of her lips against his skin. "I can tell," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're marking me up like a possessed fangirl."

(Y/n) leaned back to admire her work; his pale skin now adorned with a series of red lip marks. "Hey!" she gasped in mock defense, punching him lightly on the chest.

Sephiroth mock-winced at the playful punch, a playful glint in his eye. He took her hand, bringing it up to his lips and kissing her knuckles gently. "Careful now," he warned, his voice taking on a mock-scolding tone. "Don't start a fight you won't win."

(Y/n) leaned in close, her lips hovering just above his. "Hmmm, but you're at my mercy." she said in a playfully dramatic tone.

Sephiroth's eyes narrowed, the corners of his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. He leaned in closer, his breath fanning across her face. "Am I now?" he said, his voice low and filled with mock-defiance. "And what do you plan to do with me, milady?"

(Y/n)'s eyes gleamed with a mix of playfulness and determination. She leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against Sephiroth's lips, whispering in a hushed tone, "Running away."

Without a moment's hesitation, (Y/n) abruptly pushed herself off Sephiroth's lap, her feet hitting the floor with a soft thud. Before he could even register her movement, she darted across the room with remarkable speed, heading out the door.

Sephiroth's eyes widened in surprise. He sprang up from the chair, a mix of incredulity and amusement flickering across his face. "Oh no you don't!" he called out, a chuckle escaping his lips.

[mastomysowner]

by @Jiugeart

"Finally done! so I have the <their path> set of Cloud,Zack and Sephiroth, I got the idea of short hair kid version Sephiroth from dear

@boooshow, and I designed lab clothes for him as well."

[sephifrog]

Mako Treatments

(NSFW) MINORS PLEASE DNI

sephiroth x fem! reader

You hum to the tune in your head as you wash the dishes, wishing you could have gone with Sephiroth to his monthly check up but Shinra wouldn’t allow it, well more so Hojo wouldn’t allow it, he never liked how close you and Sephiroth grew over the years you've worked at the Shinra building, Hojo had all but banned you from the science wing.

You dry your hands with the kitchen towel when you hear a commotion in the hall but before you get too far out of the kitchen the front door opens and you see a feverish Sephiroth, his teeth grinding and body tense. You rush over to him and reach out, placing your hand on his cheek and playing with a strand of hair that fell out of place when he rushed inside.

“Oh sweetheart” your voice seems to snap him back into reality.

He holds back a wince when he opens his eyes and inhales your scent, dick throbbing when it hits his nose-he knows he should stay away from you when he’s like this but your soft and tender hands always help him feel normal, and after treatments, all he wants is to imagine having a normal life with you, so when your hand glides against his cheek he can't help but pull you close and inhale your comforting scent.

“That bad huh?” your voice is soft as you tighten your hold on the man.

He can only grunt and nip your neck, smirking at your yelp he nuzzles into you, dick straining in his tight pants-something you’re all too aware of. when you pull away from his hold and lock eyes you can feel your pussy throb at the dilated and needy look in his.

He pins you to the wall chest almost rumbling with the growl he lets out, you Hated when he got his Mako treatments but god you loved how enthusiastic the man got after. Feeling him grinding against your thigh again you open your legs and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss one full of need and submission.

His breath catches when you whimper his name against his lips, losing all control he sucks your lower lip and thrusts his dick against you, grunting into your mouth as he slips his tongue between your lips, laughing into your mouth when you submit with little fight he explores your mouth with his tongue, guiding your tongue into his mouth so he can suck on it

Sephiroth grips the back of your thighs lifting you and pushing you further against the wall, cock now pressed against the seem of your shorts he can feel your pussy pulsing, warmth flows through his body at the thought of you like this all flustered and pretty just for him.

Only for him.

 his sweet girl.

his good girl.

His.

He suddenly pulls away, a string of spit connecting you before it splits apart and falls against your chest. he rests his head against yours, Your whimpers are like music to his ears as he continues his slow grinding against your clothed cunt.

His flustered face and shallow breaths make you lock your ankles around his waist, arching your body against his, pussy flush against his weeping cock you giggle when his breath hitches and shivers run down his spine.

you unwind your arms from his neck and run them down his chest undoing his chest straps and running your knuckle against his nipple, you move down and kiss his pec, relishing in his panting as you move to suck his nipple, teeth grazing over the bud as you buck your hips against his.

when you pull back his nipple has hardened and a blush has spread across his neck and cheeks, you run your hands up his chest again, taking the abused nipple and pinching it in between two knuckles you use your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. “Your chest is so sensitive seph~” your coo seems to egg him on.

He chuckles darkly, eyes narrowed when he smashes his lips against yours again, hand moving between the two of you and sliding into your shorts, he moans into your mouth when he feels your wetness, fingers hooking around your flimsy panties and ripping them with ease.

his knuckle brushes against your clit as he does and you almost cum from the action, head hitting the wall as you throw It back as he starts to stroke his fingers against your sensitive folds, not pushing them in just yet.

He buries his face in your chest and you can feel him kissing your tits through your shirt, glad you didn't put a bra on this morning, you buck against his fingers causing one to slip in leaving you breathless, he takes this chance to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking roughly and using his teeth to hold the bud in his mouth.

looking up at you through his lashes he smirks and lets go of the bud with a final kiss before he takes the fabric in his mouth and jerks his head tearing your shirt enough so your tits spill out.

"Seph!" your yelp causes him to smirk.

in retaliation you reach between the two of you and pull his crying dick out of his pants, gasping at how much precum has already spilled from it, he thrusts into your hand and pulls away from your breasts, spit making his mouth glisten.

he rips your shorts off with ease just like he did with your panties and helps you position his dick against your entrance, the hand he has resting against the all almost cracks the cement when his tip pushes past your entrance.

"fuck, sweet girl I, won't be able to hold out much longer"

his plee almost turns into a whimper as your pussy clenches around him, moans spilling from your mouth as your pussy seems to suck him in, you tug his face closer to yours and nip his lip, and breaths mix together as he starts to lose his rhythm.

"Seph! I-I'm-"

"cum for me sweet girl" his voice is strained but you know he refuses to cum first even after treatments.

your world flashes white as you feel your orgasm rip out of you, Sephiroth's head falls against your chest as he fucks you through it, reaching his release not too long after.

he refuses to let you go as he stumbles to your shared room, planning on having a short rest while cockwarming you.

[vivsteria]

I see that u like Jing yuan AND SO DO I I LOVE KING YUAN URGHH I HAVE A POSTER OF OUR GLORIOUS KING. Anyway, could I request a small short little fic with Jing yuan😼😼w a reader who (kinda like us) obsesses over him but not like in a creepy way. More like ‘omg ur so handsome abahfjfj ur so gorgeous omg I’m gonna eat u up’ 🙏🏻🙏🏻pls and thank u😼

⊹₊⟡⋆ sugar overdose!! (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ a/n: omg hello my first ask i'm so excited!! thank you so much for requesting!! you're so right that we're obsessed in a totally normal healthy way ofc, if i hear "buffs erudition" i immediately think of jing yuan and prep my stellars ready to use for him; king yuan never falls out of meta, he stays fed 🙏 i'm also planning to make an itabag of him, but i gotta financially recover after finishing my sephiroth itabag (੭ ;´ - `;)੭ also, included this segment lol ㅤpair: jing yuan x gn! reader

⟢ warnings: fluff, reader works at the sleepless earl, tingyun is alive, so pre-canon(?), a bit of embarrassment from reader (but it's okay, i would also stumble in front of this baddie), not beta read

"here you go," you reach below the counter, waiting patiently as the kid takes the cup of startaro. they take the cup, eagerly yelling, "thank you!"

you wave goodbye as their parent guides them away.

you shift back to the counter, ready to see the next customer. however you're pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face. "tingyun!"

"hello, (name)." she smiles, leaning against the counter. "i'll have the usual, please."

you smile, already anticipating and giddy. "of course! did you get.. new stock?"

"of course, you're the first as always to get your pick." she giggles behind her fan before shutting it to reveal her hands holding up photocards. you're about to squeal, but tingyun taps your lips with her fan. "ah-ah.. let's not cause a scene."

you nod eagerly, eyes scanning over the delectable new photocards she has. there he is.

his hair, colored like clouds during sunrise. puffy and messy, yet perfectly styled to shape his face. his eyes, golden like the ichor of aeons. and most of his, his adorably placed mole!

despite all the superstition on the said mole placement, you thought it complimented him so well. it really completed his look, so perfectly, just like the rest of him.

"all of these are for you." she smiles, sliding them over the counter. you gasped, quickly picking them up, "all?? all four?"

"of course, consider it a souvenir. since i recently traveled to a world full of.." you nod and listen earnestly as you prepare her drink. earl milk tea with twenty five percent ice and eighty percent sugar. "unfortunately, i couldn't find anything you'd like, so i just made sure to get premium quality.. stuff!"

"thank you so much, tingyun!" you giggle, taking a quick peak at the cards before carefully sliding them in your apron pocket, free of crinkles until you were off-shift and could place them safely on your pack of other goods that tingyun procured for you.

"oh, miss tingyun." a voice called from behind her, causing you both to turn and look. a young blond kid, one that you see quite often here. tingyun greets him first, poking her straw through the paper lid of her boba order, "hello lieutenant."

"what perfect timing you have, i got some souvenirs for you too!" tingyun chews on the tapioca pearls as she reaches down into her bags to dig around. yanqing rests a hand on his waist, before nodding at you in greeting. "did tingyun get a souvenir for you too?"

"ah.. aha, yeah!" you greet awkwardly. he stares at you expectantly, waiting to see what it would be. you stare back, a forced smile.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"aha! found it!" tingyun eagerly pulls it out, before holding it before yanqing. "a mini-blade! it's a metal replica of the one that the flower martial god wielded!"

"the flower-crowned martial god of the heavenscape?!" yanqing gasps, extending both hands to accept it. tingyun looks back and winks at you. you nod, thankful for the distraction. oh!

"oh, hold on yanqing, before you leave, let me make you something!" you gasp, turning around and quickly getting to work. well, one free drink for tingyun, since her compensation was her souvenirs, and now two more.. well.. since you got one free drink per shift, you would just not make drinks for the next three ones... this was important! your hands were shaking as you prepared the order, accidentally spilling a bit too much sugar in one.

yanqing is busy aweing the sword, staring deeply at the engravement and grooves, even giving it quick mini slashes. he turns to you when you motion to him with a bag. "here you are! please take this!"

"ah, two?" he peaks in the bag. a cup-holder with two cups, one being yanqing's frequent order of peach oolong with tapioca, and the other being a brown sugar with tapioca and an extra box of cream puffs on the side. yup that one's getting deducted from your paycheck, but it was fine. "can you.. er.. can you give that one to the general?"

"ah, sure." yanqing said, dubiously. he squinted at it before looking back at you. you stared nervously back at him. "oh.. more customers!.. i'll see you two later!" you turned back to the cashier, ready for yanqing to leave and to attend to the growing line. yanqing shrugs and makes his way back to the seat of divine foresight. tingyun hums happily, already halfway done with her drink. "bold move, (name)! good job though!"

you happily shuffle around making the orders as you bid goodbye to your foxian friend.

it's become a tradition that every week, yanqing comes to the sleepless earl and tries out a new drink everytime, if he really liked a drink he would experiment with the sugar level. "y'know, i think you gave me extra sugar during that time with miss tingyun! think you made me get a sugar tooth.."

you were already acquaintances with the young lieutenant, but now you were pretty close. well, closer than before. he would come, order, complain about the general slacking off and not training with him again, or how he had exceeded his allowance with new swords. and boba.

there were several occasions where you had to give him your shift drink (not like you used them a lot, especially since you used them a lot when you began and now you basically got sick of drinking it..). "don't worry about it!" you'd say, "at least you're using them! i wouldn't have today."

some days (which is actually most), you would give yanqing a second cup and ask him if he could give it to the general, which yanqing did. or you assumed. not like the lieutenant would lie to you!

of course, you never expected that your kindness would actually.. get you face-to-face with the general himself.

"this is (name)!" yanqing introduced. the general, in his 191cm/6'2 glory. "she's the one supplying you?"

his voice, so velvety and smooth. and deep. oh my. you've only heard it through your phone when he made announcements and whatnot. you never thought you would hear it in person though.. you felt your face heating up.

"i'm sorry for the trouble young yanqing has caused you," the general smiled down at you, yanqing pouts off to the side. he takes out a generous sack filled with strales. "and thank you for giving me drinks as well."

he smiles down at you, his head slightly tilting. however, after a moment of silence he straightens it and furrows his brows. "are you.. alright?"

"ah!.. uhm.. general.. you.." you felt like you ran a mile. you understand your friends now, ranting on and on about how the famous intergalactic singer robin had signed their photocards of her. "you're so.. gorgeous."

okay. maybe.. you shouldn't have said that.

jing yuan and yanqing are both wide-eyed staring at you. and you're staring at them. a hand flies to your mouth. if only tingyun had been here to cover you. "no! i'm sorry! i didn't mean that- well, i'm not saying you're not gorgeous, but.."

you gulp, your face hot. "i can't accept, please, it's the least i can do for you protecting us-"

okay you were rambling. when you were daydreaming this chance-encounter, you were confident. you knew what to say. this wasn't it.

it was silent, only for a heartbeat before you heard the general chuckling. his cheeks were puffed, his lips pressed together, his eyes squeezed tight as he tried not to burst out laughing at the extent of you. all he managed was a, "thank you..".

"i see young yanqing is in good hands. why don't we exchange numbers so we can stay in contact, hm?" jing yuan grins as yanqing furrows his eyebrows, wondering how it went from paying back a debt of free drinks to his father finally finding a suitor. you nod, not trusting yourself to speak now. he gives you his phone to enter, and you type it in, hands slightly trembling.

he bids you goodbye, smiling joyously as yanqing follows him, giving you a thumbs up.

you lay in bed later that night, fingers furiously typing to tingyun what happened when you get a text from the general.

general jing yuan: pardon me, (name), but i was wondering whether you have the time to come to the seat of divine foresight for a game of starchess?

general jing yuan: if you don't know, don't worry. i can teach you.

your fingers tremble and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from squealing.

you: yes of course! i'm free tomorrow!!

you only have to wait a few moments before jing yuan responds.

general jing yuan: haha, i look forward to it.

⟢ wc: ~1.4k tysm for the ask, hope i did you justice! also whoops this wasn't short at all my bad;; hope you still like it tho!

[ittybittypixel]

You know Sephiroth had to have gone through an awkward hair phase, trying to grow out his short hair to what it is now. 😩

[taintedbenevolence]

not sure if you know about Wuthering Waves yet, but,, i figured maybe because calcharo looks like sephiroth, so...

general thoughts of yan calcharo?

Hello there <3

I have been playing Wuthering Waves as of lately. And Calcharo.. Yeah, I've seen him.

I do think Calcharo most definitely falls into the stalking category when it comes to his interest. I think he's more disappointed in the fact he has these feelings, but isn't entirely against them.

Calcharo doesn't care whether they are seen as unhealthy either; it's not like any of his assigned commissions contain saintly activities, so, why would morals and healthiness concern him?

It also doesn't help that in the slums, no one knows who is allied with the silver-haired mercenary.

Many went to Calcharo during their time of need and ended up, in turn, becoming his eyes and ears whenever he wasn't present, which means you can no longer risk going to certain areas.

And even then, there's no guarantee Calcharo won't be wherever you're going. He prefers to merely observe and to eliminate obstacles once you're no longer present, although he has no issue doing it in your face.

And if you had a lover, he'll ensure they disappear relatively quickly. Calcharo cares not about his actions bringing about suspicion, because any sort of similar occurrences are disregarded as any ordinary commission the man might've had.

Generally speaking, it's hard to go under the radar and avoid him when he's notoriously known for dedicatedly hunting down all and any individuals and capturing them without fail.

So all in short, it's probable that your chances of escape are slim to none, if any at all.

Calcharo has never failed to live up to the reputation he has built, and with you as his personal target? You're not going anywhere.

[noctunis]

since requests are open and i just read about ur reply yo the soft sephiroth anon, i was wondering/hoping if u could write something domestic about cloud!! maybe a simple day between him and reader, something sweet and calm after yhe whole mess of what their life is, you know? always fighting, adventuring, here and there! obviously if this is too vague or/and u dont like it, it’s fine! honestly ill take any cloud x reader i can bc ur works are always Perfect. Amazing. I send u a kiss mwa!!! 🩷

cloud doesn’t get why you like seeing the scars on his body.

not fresh, of course — as he can always notice the pinch in the center of your brows get a little tighter whenever he comes home with a fresh bandage or when one of the others has to tell you about what happened first.

but at times, when you lay at night, he’ll see you tracing the scars that litter his body. regardless of whether they’re from a paper cut, a bruise from an old hinged door, or a gash from one of the more infesting creatures in the slums. certain scars that spells can’t take away, as they always leave a little patch of pinkish skin behind rather than its original color.

exhausted, your limbs sprawl out across your bed, wincing at the bruises from your body after earlier that day. a hot shower can’t even scrub away at the difficulties of your job.

cloud hops in bed next to you, watching as you shift around. he sheds his second skin (his buster sword) and lets it rest against the desk next to your bed, turning on the lamp as he sits in the bed and allows the ache in his muscles to just rest.

(a tired sigh slips past his lips, and these pillows have never felt better.)

his hair’s still a little damp from the shower earlier, droopy like an umbrella soaked from the evening rain. you stifle a chuckle at his similarity to a wet cat, big eyes and all.

your hands find his leg, almost in search of something; twisting and turning as your eyes follow the slope of his toned calf. eyes widening fractionally, a small hum escapes you as your eyes land on a small mark extending across the bone of his ankle. your hands warm against his leg, a feeling that cloud has gotten used to after being able to sleep soundly within the same bed as you.

azure eyes peer down at you, the dim glow of your apartment light gracing your face as you hang upside down, feet propped up on the headboard of the bed as he sits upright — your thumb grazing a long scar on his ankle. his face twists, a head tilt in confusion.

“what’re you doing?” he asks.

your hand pauses in its ministrations. “what do you mean?”

“you always do that,” cloud’s brows furrow in confusion. “look at all my scars. how come?”

you shrug, though it’s a bit awkward from how you’re positioned. looking back up at him, you cross your feet together at the ankles and gaze in thought.

“i just do, they’re like little stories,” you give a small laugh, dripping in sincerity. it makes cloud’s breath hitch a bit, admiring the way you tilt your head with the engulfment of dingy, warm lighting, before he scoffs and crosses his arms.

“cheesy.”

“you love it,” you grin. he hates how he really does.

he huffs, and lolls his head back against the headboard. “why don’t you lay down like a normal person?” his hand gestures to how you’re sitting, fingers now splayed and interlocked on your stomach.

“because i have to get all these stories, even the ones down at your feet,” you say, finger tickling at the ball of his foot. he grimaces and tucks them away from you.

“if you do that again, it’s not my fault if you get kicked in the face.”

you smile, and do it again. turns out, he wasn’t joking. you now restrain yourself from tickling cloud.

taglist ; @meowieesilly @akerasia @alieeelinn @ch3rryfiles @xiansiii

requests are open — may fourth, 2024

sorry this is like actually so short and so buns.. it is currently 2:58am and i am very delirious and have been studying all day. hope this was okay 💔

[rottenpumpkin13]

What's AGSZC idea of romance? ❤️

Sephiroth: Poor man's idea of romance is so endearingly mundane it's almost painful to watch. When his person of interest remembers his coffee order, he practically short-circuits. They send him a "good morning" text, he'll analyze it for hours with a small smile he thinks no one notices. He melts when his someone asks if he's eaten today, because apparently basic human concern is the height of romance when you've spent your life as Hojo's science project. Brushing his hair? He's already planning the wedding in his head. The man gets emotional whiplash when his person remembers small details about him, like his secret love for cats or how he actually enjoys sweet things but is embarrassed to admit it. The mighty Sephiroth, brought to his knees by his special person simply asking "are you taking care of yourself?"

Angeal: This man's love language screams domestic bliss so loud it's deafening. His idea of a perfect date is cooking together, trading stories while chopping vegetables. Gets absolutely weak when his partner shows interest in his plant collection or asks about his family recipes. Dreams of Sunday morning farmers' market trips and waking up in bed together. The way to this man's heart is through showing responsibility and stability; pay your bills on time and he'll swoon. Nothing says "I love you" to him like discussing retirement plans or showing genuine interest in his opinions. He's definitely thought about what herbs he'd grow in his future shared garden.

Genesis: A dramatic romantic to the bone. Needs affection like others need air—to both give and receive. His person can expect constant cuddles, random sappy poetry, dramatic declarations of love. Will absolutely spoil his partner rotten with gifts, attention, and affection, but expects the same energy in return. Physical touch is essential; he's always finding excuses to hold hands, fix his person's collar, or simply lean against them while reading. Gets ridiculously happy when they quote poetry back at him. Loves being pampered but equally loves doing the pampering; will run his person a bath complete with rose petals and the most expensive salts available. Probably has a dedicated drawer just for love letters he's written.

Zack: Unconditional love and enthusiasm. His entire concept of romance is "how can I make their life better today?" Will remember the most obscure detail they mentioned once in passing and turn it into a thoughtful gesture months later. Gets excited about doing mundane tasks together—grocery shopping becomes an adventure when he's involved. Would literally run across continents if his person said they missed him. The kind of person who leaves little notes in their lunch box and sends random "thinking of you" texts throughout the day. His idea of romance is being completely, unabashedly devoted. Has definitely injured himself trying to recreate romantic scenes from movies.

Cloud: His idea of romance is sweet, but his actions are so subtle his person might miss them if they're not paying attention. His romance is all about the little things—making sure his person's car is maintained, standing slightly closer to them than necessary, accidentally-on-purpose brushing hands. Gets flustered at direct affection but will fight Bahamut bare-handed if it threatens them. Physical closeness is his secret weakness— melts internally when his person leans against him but tries to play it cool. His love language is practical care wrapped in shy affection. He'll spend hours upgrading his person's equipment but gets tongue-tied trying to say "I love you." Has probably memorized his person's schedule just to make sure they're safe, but will claim it's "just coincidence" that he's always around when they need help.

[cloudluvrrr]

give some fluffy sephiroth headcanons and my life is yours (i’m not sure where to put requests so i’ll just do it through inbox)

notes - YAYAYAY ofcc mathing userrs 😍 💗💗

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sweet- lana del rey

-- crisis core

- He’d be very gentle, since he has a lot of strength and is fucking huge

- He’d be very gentle hugging and cuddling you (he thinks he’ll crush you like a bug)

- From all his missions he’d bring you a small souvenir

- I also feel like he wouldn’t be much for pda, but he does lead you places. and sometimes holds your hand and kisses the back of it.

- On his days off he’d spent the entire day with you. Either shopping or in your shared apartment.

- He’s very cuddly

- He’s a little dumb about simple things since he spent a lot of his childhood in a lab so it’s bound to happen

-he'll read lifestyle books with reading glasses

- Whenever he has the chance he talks about retiring, living in a small town and living a domestic life (and potentially finding his mother)

- He’ll get into whatever your interests are even teach you new things about them

- He lets you play with his hair while he looks through paper work or if he’s in a really good mood do his makeup

-he'll let you brush it, braid it, put it into bows.

- I also feel like he’d fall in love with Someone from a small town rather than someone from midgar

-potentially bringing them from there to midgar.

- He likes animals, I feel like he’d be very happy if his s/o had a cat (bonus if it looks like him 🤓☝️)

- I feel like he lives in a big fucking apartment with no furniture cause he sees no point, but eventually when he started to court you he’ll slowly add more furniture. (His hearts flutters when you compliment it)

- I feel like he can cook nibelheim doesn’t count) he’ll often cook, it’s simple but they’re yummy (like him)

-He'll do most of the chores, since he's always does them anyways.

-He wears a pink cat apron

-hes so cute i wish he wasn't fucking insane

-

he sat in bed reading one of his cook books, as the bathroom light was on. Meaning you were of course getting ready for bed, eventually getting into bed with him. You read along with him making a few comments at the dishes that were pictured

Till he put it away and got comfortable with you.

"I think I'll retire after this mission" he began burying his nose into your freshly washed hair.

"oh? so soon" you asked playing with a few strands of his hair

"yes.. perhaps it can help me find my mother.. nibelheim has intersting history i hear"

"oh.. when do you leave?"

"ah, tomorrow afternoon, this will be our last night together for now"

he adds with a small chuckle. and a sigh.

"goodnight my love" he said softly kissing your hair and turning off the lamp

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this was short but hopeu liked 💞

im tryingto be serious but i fear im too funny

NY STUPUD ASS SAVED AS A DRAFT INSTEAD LF POSTD IT 😭😭

Also when u make first class u can choose ur uniform WHO MADE HIS SLUTTY OIFIT

im so nor mal about this game

feel free to request more for ff7 😈😈😈

[midgarangel]

ꗃ first date | cloud strife ☁️

summary: after you and cloud’s frequent hookups, he finally asks you out the proper way. leading to a night spent in your apartment.

contents: nsfw! cloud strife x fem reader, switch cloud & reader (they can’t choose a dynamic to save their lives), fingering, handjob, mutual masturbation, oral m receiving, sephiroth mentioned.

words: 2.2k? i think

—

“Did you have fun tonight?” Cloud asked. Your arms were locked, as you strolled down the busy streets of the business district in midgar nearing your apartment.

“Mhm! so much fun.” You smiled, a bit tipsy.

It was a lively night, one of the few times the city felt normal and safe. Cloud was also a little tipsy but didn’t show it, his stoic nature in full effect. Your first official date started out late in the evening, browsing the wall market for little trinkets. The night was still young so you made your way to the honeybee inn, dancing the night away although Cloud was reluctant to bust a move at first.

“Good. I’m glad.” He smiled back.

There was a slight breeze in the air and soon you both stood outside of your building. This was the first time he had ever been in front of your place. He finally got to see what your side of the sector looked like.

“Thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed myself.” You said reaching your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug.

He hugged you just as tight, his hands resting on your hips. Although you guys had hooked up twice already, this was a cliche moment for you two. Neither of you had brought up the What are we? question yet.

You pulled away, a slight smirk on his face.

“Yeah. Of course. I figured we could both do with a night out.”

You nodded in agreement then giggled at how curt his response was. What he said was true though. Lately Sephiroth seemed to be taking over his thoughts again, he didn’t mention it to you but you had caught on pretty quick whenever he’d suddenly wince in pain these days.

“It was a date right?” You asked, giggling.

He looked at you like a deer in headlights. This whole time you thought this wasn’t a date? Surely he had made it obvious, he thought. He paid for everything, including your trinkets, danced with you back at the honeybee, kissed you under the lights, and just walked you home.

“It definitely was. I thought I said it was when I asked you.” He chuckled.

“My memory sucks, i’m sorry.” You say grabbing his sweater sleeve. You look up at him rolling your eyes then smiling.

He shook his head and ruffled your hair with his free hand. The gesture so soft and silly. Then he studied your face. There weren’t any stars visible from this sector but he swore he could see them in your eyes.

“Do you…wanna come up? I just realized you’ve never been inside.” You broke the silence.

If he came upstairs you both knew you guys would probably end up fooling around. Maybe that was the goal, but he also wanted to see the place you decompress in after those crazy and hectic missions you both share. Cloud was quiet and in thought.

“Or-or not, I’ll see you tomorrow anyway so it’s no big de-”

“I’ll come up.”

He was quick to respond and with that you led him up the two flights of stairs hand in hand.

—

Opening the door, the scent of strawberries and fresh linen hit his nose. Everything about you was delightful, so he wasn’t surprised your home smelled nice. You offered him some water to sober the both of you up a bit, to which he gladly accepted.

He followed you around, deciding to give him a short tour of your one bedroom apartment. When you got to your room the only thing that caught his eye was your bed. You were setting the trinkets you got today down on your shelf where the rest of them were. Satisfied with their placements and after turning on some music, volume low, you turned to find Cloud sitting on your bed messing with your chocobo plush.

The bed dips from your added body weight, sitting next to him so your knees touch. He put the plushie to the side, looking at you.

“Can you stay the night?” You asked softly.

“You’re tired? Of course I’ll stay.” He said, even though he promised he’d help Biggs with an errand tomorrow.

“I said stay the night. I didn’t say anything about sleep.” You nudged him with your knee.

It didn’t take long for Clouds hands to be on your body. After you had gotten up standing in front of him, he folded instantly. You played with his hair as he kissed your stomach, your eyes closed as you feel him peck every single birth mark adorned on your hips and lower chest.

“You’ve got me so hard in that skirt.” He said, snapping you out of your state.

It’s true. There was a tent forming in his pants from what you could see. It had been there all night since the club but you were oblivious to it back then, more focused on getting him to dance with you.

“I can leave it on if you want.” You giggled.

“Give me your panties.” Cloud said as he hooked his fingers on the loops of your jeans skirt. He stared into your eyes hoping you would.

Swiftly stepping out of them, you left the skirt on, handing your undies to him. He took your underwear and put them in his pocket. Surely he’ll make great use of them when he’s back home.

"I could probably play with you all night." He murmurs against your lips, capturing your lips in a wet lewd kiss.

“I want you to.” You replied chasing his mouth.

He scooped you up and placed you on his lap. This was the position you usually found yourselves in. Cloud just loved the feeling of you sitting on him. Feeling encircled by eachother, your bare pussy grinding on top of his clothed dick, the friction felt amazing for both of you.

Your mind floats away as he delves into your mouth, sounds muffled by his lips on yours. It could’ve been minutes, or hours, but you can’t bring yourself to wonder. Not when his lips are so soft, when you can slowly rock yourself on his lap.

You were the first to break the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. The music still played lowly in the background as you slid down towards the floor. You hadn’t gone down on him since that first night you were in his room. Drooling at the thought of doing it again, you proceeded.

“You look good on your knees like this.” Cloud confessed, watching as you unbuttoned his pants. He took off his gray sweater; tossing it behind him on the bed. The look on your face was enough to make him cum on the spot. You loved it when he complimented you. Especially during moments like these.

“God you have no idea how much you turn me on.”

“I think I do.” You whispered jokingly, fascinated at the state Cloud was in.

You brush your fingertips against the heated skin of his dick, gasping just as he does. Looking up to him, you see him squeeze his eyes shut. With your confidence growing, you dip even lower in order to wrap your fingers loosely around his shaft. A breathy moan leaves him, sending shivers down your spine. 

An experimental tug has him throwing his head back in pain and pleasure, it feels so good it hurts, you haven’t even used your mouth, yet groans are tumbling from his lips.

The sounds reminding you of whenever he’d wince or yell out in pain because of Sephiroth; you stop for a second, weary of continuing.

Cloud is brought back to reality at the halting of your movements. He finds you looking at him still on your knees.

“W-what’s wrong?” He mumbled, his eyes blinking slowly.

You play with your hands, biting your lip, avoiding eye contact. How do you bring this up without ruining the mood?

“Mr. One Winged Angel isn’t bothering you is he?” You decide to make light of the situation, rubbing his thigh as you spoke. Although Cloud picked up you were genuinely worried.

He chuckled, finding it cute you were concerned.

"I know he's watching us. I hope he likes what he sees.”

His response had you squeezing your thighs together, you found it hot he didn’t care if the guy was observing. Was that even possible? Now you were wondering.

“You like that idea huh?” He smirked.

The blush that crept on your cheeks gave you away. Cloud reached out his hand to find your cheek, gently brushing one of your loose curls back behind your ear.

“So can you touch me like that again? Please?”

He found your eyes, a certain desperation shining through as he looked at you. It sounded like he was begging. That was one of your weaknesses. Before you can second-guess yourself, you reach out again, wrapping your fingers around his dick. Slowly moving your hand up and down, you watch him begin to pant softly.

“You’re so cute when you're needy,” You purred and noticed how his pupils dilated slightly.

Brushing your lips along his velvety skin. Cloud shuddered when you reached his tip and let your tongue glide over it. 

His entire body began trembling as you worked your mouth along his length, taking him further and wrapping your hand around his base. When you locked eyes with him again, he stared at you doe-eyed and with his mouth hanging open. 

Moving with a steady rhythm, you could feel how he tensed beneath you, all the built-up excitement begging to be released. Cloud’s moans filled the room together with the filthy sounds of your mouth. Right before he got close to his breaking point, you suddenly let go of his cock. 

“Touch yourself for me.” You whispered.

That was one of the hottest thing you could ever ask him to do he thought. Everything in you was hoping he would, but he wouldn’t let you get off that easily either.

“Only if you do it too.”

Fine. He helps you up to join him on your bed.

“Lean back a little and let me watch.” He demanded, nodding towards the stack of pillows resting against your headboard.

“Wh-what?” The breath leaves you in a rush, about to object. “I asked you first.”

He gave a quiet laugh, “It’s not a competition…cmon, let me watch.” Cloud repeats condescendingly.

The tables had turned, you get comfy while he watches beside you. His eye’s flickering between yours and your puffy aching core.

It starts off slow. Your fingers lightly tracing your lips. You can feel Cloud’s intense stare even though your eyes are closed. The tip of your finger enters you, circling around, making you clench, desperate to feel more.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, voice slightly deeper.

“Mmf-mhm-wish it was you…”

“You look so beautiful coming undone for me. Do you usually think about me when you touch yourself?”

There was no point in lying. Your currently sex filled brain wanted to tell Cloud you think about him just to fall asleep at night. You open your eyes to find him playing with himself too, just like you had asked.

“You know I do Cloud. You’re all I think about.” You admitted shamelessly.

His eyes softened up a bit.

“Here..let me help.”

"fffu-thank you. You whimper, looking up into Cloud’s eyes as your lip puffs out into a pout. His fingertips graze just where you like to be touched with every movement. The heel of his palm grinds on your clit from the motions.

He leans down and steals the sound from your mouth with a kiss, melting that huffy look into something much more compliant.

"Gotta be quiet. Don't want anyone knocking on your door to investigate strange noises.” He teases and pulls at your bottom lip with his teeth.

Your instinct is to whine again, but it is the middle of the night. Even in the privacy of your own room, you really don't want anyone else hearing the effect Cloud has on you in moments like these.

In an attempt to fight back, you give his dick a tight squeeze before pumping up and down faster. He hisses softly and shoots you a look.

"Funny." He says.

Your fist keeps sliding back and forth. You bring your palm to your mouth and lick it, bringing your hand onto his shaft, making your movements more fluid.

A groan rumbles in his chest. He pulls you closer with an arm around your body, nestling the two of you further into the collection of pillows at the top of your bed. His lips move in again, smashing on yours as a way to keep himself quiet this time. The entire time, his fingers continue to curl inside you and gently slide between your walls. It's unfair how easy this version of multitasking is for him.

Pulling away, breathless from the kiss, you look down and watch. The outline of his hand presses against your cunt and then recedes rhythmically.

Next to it, his dick stands angry red and dripping from your hand's treatment of it.

"You’re so wet.” He grunts. His voice sounds as strained as it does when he's buried inside of you. It's accompanied by the wet sloshing noises of your hole being filled.

Beneath his hand, the seat of bedding was soaked through with slick. You leak around his fingers like a broken faucet, getting his entire palm glistening with your need for him.

“Gonna cum on my fingers, hm?" he murmurs in your ear, "Gonna get all nice and tight and make me wish I had my dick inside you instead?"

You gasp out a 'yes' before throwing your head back and letting your body seize up. He smirks at you and keeps working his fingers within. You try to keep your hand going as best you can, but your movements become erratic under the waves of pleasure he's bringing you.

Luckily for you both, the sight of your body squirming for him and the sound of your voice cracking into whines is enough to spur his arousal into a release. His high doesn't crash into him as hard as yours does to you, but he lets out a quiet moan and lets his hips thrust up into your hand.

You watch his abs twitch as ropes of cum fly onto them. It pools on his stomach, dribbling down onto the skin of his pelvis. His eyes flutter and a deep sigh leaves him.

The both of you prolong the mutual ecstasy for as long as you can. You start to come down first. When he joins you in the plateau of the afterglow, you unfurl your fingers from around his length. He pulls his digits from your cunt.

You can see the evidence of your arousal glimmering with the reflection of the light from the little lamp on your bedside table. It would be embarrassing if you didn't know how hot Cloud found it.

He does what he does every time this happens; brings his fingers to his lips and slots them inside, licks them clean of your juices, and then brings them back out for you to suck on and get a taste.

After watching you suck on his digits a few times, he pulls them back out and goes in for one more kiss.

“I knew we’d end up like this.”

“Knew!?” You exclaimed, pretending to be shocked.

“It was a trap all along. The doe eyes when you asked me to come up, the water, this skirt…” He traced the detailing on your skirt.

You were giggling so hard you thought you might cry.

“Maybe…”

Your playlist had ended by now. The room is silent for a few minutes, the soft sounds of midgar punctuated by the heavy breathing coming from both of you. 

Let’s get you into something more comfy hm?” Cloud said, slowly getting up. You point to your dresser saying he could pick out anything. He settles on a cute white set. A tank top adorned with hearts and some sleep shorts. You watch him change out of his clothes, only wearing his boxers.

After cleaning up, raiding your snack drawer, and cuddling, do you two finally go to sleep in eachothers embrace. Cloud didn’t know when the two of you would solidify whatever this was or why he was so hesitant to. He figured he’d have to soon, he didn’t want to lose you or mess this up.

He knew how he felt about you, also knowing how you felt about him. Instead he decided to focus on your light airy snoring.

“My pretty girl.” He whispered into the dark room.

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should i make this into a series?? i love these two so much. hope you enjoyed xx <3