sara

she/her 18 master list is a current wip

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[9ky]

KEFKA SMUT PLEEAAASE I NEED KEFKA SMUT!!!

MAKE IT WHATEVER U WANT JUST KEFKA IS MY SKRUNKLY CRAZY BOY!

OF COURSE?!?!? KEFKA BEST BOY? (IGNORE HIS CRIMES :3)

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CW: sexual themes, gagging, gender neutral (i think), dacryphilia, kefka might be a little ooc (shh)

IF YOU ARE A MINOR (UNDER THE AGE OF 18) CLICK OFF AND DO NOT CONTINUE!

"Oh, my doll. Such a good doll." He muttered, fingers stuffed in your mouth, as he pressed his body against yours. It was another night with Kefka. He was stressed out from everything, and you had become his outlet for release. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hip as his cock thrust into your used hole. Tears spilled out of your eyes from his fingers pressing deeper into your mouth, his nails now on the opening of your throat. They rest on your cheeks as your eyes roll back, your brows twisted up as you continue gagging on his long, thick digits. "Love when you cry... G-God I love it when you cry!" The pain mixed with pleasure—a twisted dance that kept you both coming back for more. His face paint dripped down his face, and the pale skin beneath it flushed a bright pink, glistening with sweat. His eyes, usually filled with mischief, now held a hint of desperation. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, as if every touch and every gasp carried the weight of his burdens. He buried his forehead against your shoulder, his fingers escaping your mouth to press your cheek against the pillow. You could feel his ragged breath against your skin, each exhale a desperate plea for release. This was his way of showing love. The only way that felt normal to you. His arms moved and wrapped tightly around your frame, holding you to his chest as his face buried itself into your sweaty hair. Kefka was always loving in a sense during this. Sure, he was sadistic, but it was at these times that he'd come back to the tower after a long day of chaos and destruction, seeking solace in your embrace. In those moments, you couldn't help but wonder if there was a glimmer of humanity buried deep within his twisted soul, yearning for connection and intimacy. With one more pitched whine in your ear, he released, his load filling you with heavy white ropes that left you with a warm, sticky feeling inside. His hips stuttered and his body shook, chest heaving as his breath grew heavier and his grip on you tightened. You could feel the intensity of his climax as he buried his face in your neck, whispering words of ecstasy. The aftermath left you both panting, basking in the intimate connection you had just shared. In a state of fatigue and satisfaction, he rolled off and panted while gazing up at the ceiling. You both felt a sense of intimacy and connection as you lay there, catching your breath. As you savored the afterglow of your powerful experience, the space was filled with a lingering aroma of desire.

"My dear, you always make me feel so human," He whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability. It was in those intimate moments that you realized the power of your connection, transcending the darkness that consumed him and reminding him of the fragile emotions he had long suppressed. "I don't want you ever leaving my tower." You traced your fingers gently along his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. As you looked into his eyes, you could see his fear of losing you—a fear that mirrored your own. In that moment, you knew that your love had become his lifeline, one that kept him grounded in his goals and ambitions. He smiled, beginning to giggle at the sight of his purple lipstick smudged across your body. The laugh that terrified everyone who dared to hear it was like music to your ears, a sweet melody that brought joy to your heart. You were content with the man you had, your rose-colored glasses causing your eyes to pass over every red flag as if they were nothing. He was your Kefka.

[9ky]

bruno: okay… let’s say there’s a problem right? say you’re arguing with someone about something small like if they took your favorite thing… how do we solve it?

giorno: well first, deescalate the situation by talking… communication is key.

mista: violence

narancia: violence

abbacchio: violence… but torture.

fugo: well… they’re all not wrong… talk to them and strike when the victim is vulnerable.

bruno beginning to sweat:

[9ky]

laundry…

a/n: It’s literally 6:30 am pls bare with me. These are my absolute HONEST head-cannons guys don’t kill me pls… (Sorry Mista lovers, his is low-key crack.)

characters: Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista.

(not proofread.)

*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

Bruno is very neat with his clothes, ironing and making sure there are little to no wrinkles in them. He ALWAYS folds them neatly. Has drawers for every clothing item, even having them color sorted too... If you were to date him, you better get ready because the laundry room is gonna look more full than the whole house/apt. All types of laundry detergents and fabric softeners. (p.s. he’s quite basic and prefers the clean linen scent, yet sometime’s he’d go for floral scents such as lavender and jasmine.) Plus whenever he wore his floral scented shirts, he’d always say some cheesy romantic pick-up line or joke. Whenever he does your laundry, everything changes… it’s like heaven! You walk into your room, going to get your pajamas to come face to face with a very beautifully organized closet. He even left a little sticky note reading, “Hope you don’t mind the rearrangement! I love you!” Househusband material. He’s very fancy! Always makes cheesy jokes after wearing his floral-scented shirt.

“Am I your flower, bellissima?” *nosebleed*!!!!

Abbacchio, like Bruno, is very neat with his clothes... well not as neat but you get the gist. He doesn’t color-sort his clothes, yet he does try to give them separate drawers... keyword “try”. This man I swear... He’ll fold clothes and place them neatly in their respective drawers, just to end up yanking them out and throwing them to the floor as he tries to find a good outfit to wear. Plus, he never cleans it up unless you tell him to and when he does, you have to check the drawers to make sure the clothes are folded. Whenever it’s laundry duty for him, this sneaky asshole will take your favorite clothes and hide them in his drawer on purpose. He thinks it’s hilarious watching you run around, wanting to wear your favorite shirt (totally not because he wants an excuse to offer you one of his… yeah). Sometimes, when he’s feeling too lazy, instead of hanging the clothes, he’ll stuff them in the closet, which causes you to lecture him, or what he would like to call your “annoying clean freak moment”. Never would he be caught actually admitting he thought it was cute… wait what?!

“Seriously!? Can’t I just fold it later…?”

“Leone you’ve said that for a week now.”

Moving onto Mista… oh boy. This man has never touched a washing machine. Usually he’d get someone to help out, usually you! Yay…! He’s got some uh… questionable stains on some of the items but hey, it’s okay! We love Mista! We don’t judge Mista! He’s very thankful for the help. Definitely has a ‘special’ sock that he will keep hidden. Makes sure to sneak it into the load to avoid the embarrassment of you seeing it. Mista is a total mess. Absolutely, 100%, definitely folds his clothes! (NOT!). Folding clothes in his words is “just not in his skill set.” Expect to teach him a few things. (Also the sock didn’t clean very well and you ended up pulling out a half hard, half soggy sock… He didn’t have the heart to tell you that there isn’t something wrong with the washing machine.) Struggles, but eventually he manages to fold a shirt. He calls almost everyone. It doesn’t matter what time it is, he folded a shirt and needs to let everyone know! What a cutie… please wash your hands after touching that sock.

“The sock?! U-Uh…”

“Hmm, maybe the washing machine isn’t working right... Whatcha think Mista?”

“Yeah! Not working right! Yep!”

[9ky]

cioccolata: oh no! my dog doesn’t bite. right secco? *smiles proudly and looks back at secco as he foams at the mouth*

bucciarati gang all in unison: what

[9ky]

“oh my, sei così bella...” he whispers, his face buried in your neck, hands resting on your waist. he’s always been a man of affection, always whispering words filled with love or pure adoration. he’s truly the sweetest man, differing from the usual brash and cheeky front. the gyro you know just wants to be pressed against you, able to take in your scent. he moves his head up, whispering in your ear words that send chills down your spine.

“amore mio, you're just too perfect… you’re making me fall in love with you all over again…” his breath is hot on your ear, goosebumps finding their way on your body.

“saresti stata completa con un anello al dito... l'anello più perfetto, per l'amore della mia vita.”

[9ky]

(this was not proof read.)

"I’m only doing this because I’m cold." Abbacchio whispers to you while breathing deeply. A moment of silence goes by as Abbacchio's embrace tightens and you feel his chest heave in and out with his heavy breathing. Your body relaxes as you wrap your arms around his back and sigh gently into the crook of his neck. You can feel his strong heartbeat as his body temperature continues to rise due to the closeness of your bodies. You rest your chin on top of his head and rub small circles against his shoulder blades.

"It’s okay," you mumble in response. Your voice rumbles softly against his ear, making him shiver. "You don't have to pretend." Abbacchio stiffens at your words but doesn't say anything else.

He pulls away just enough so he can look into your eyes with an annoyed expression plastered across his face. His brows knit together as he looks down at you with narrowed yellow eyes. The way his heart flutters differs from his annoyed expression. "What do you mean I don’t have to pretend?" He asks gruffly, trying to sound intimidating, though his face remains flushed with embarrassment.

"I’ve been holding you like this for the past ten minutes, and you’re still cold." You smirk, looking up at him. "Don’t give me that face, y/n." He grumbles, letting his hands fall to your waist before gripping it tightly. Abbacchio takes another deep breath and closes his eyes, leaning his forehead down onto yours.

"Just stop talking. Just... be quiet for now." He mutters quietly and presses his lips firmly against yours. It’s as if the world seems to disappear for the two of you. Your fingers clutch his coat tighter as Abbacchio’s mouth works against yours hungrily. His arm wraps behind your back, grabbing your lower waist with his other hand and pulling you flush against him.

This kiss feels like nothing less than heaven. The way he holds you makes everything seem more real than it already is. In that moment, it feels to him like time itself has stopped, if only for a few seconds. He feels a new emotion rush through his body and mind, and you begin to slowly feel the same thing. Your hearts beat in sync, and your breathing patterns are similar.

At this moment, it seems the two of you are one.

[9ky]

Cloud: Time for plan G.

Tifa: Don’t you mean plan B?

Cloud: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Y/N: What about plan D?

Cloud: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Barrett: What about plan E?

Cloud: I’m hoping not to use it. Aerith dies in plan E.

Sephiroth: I like plan E.

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