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archive for fics I like and other writing bc I felt like I should separate it from main lol

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TANKS??? OF HIS BLOOD??!!!

Im actually in shambles right now. imagine how tired Sephiroth was after getting so much of his blood taken and then they probably sent him right back out in the field

sedate meeeee

he is so beloved they hurt him for no reasonnn!!! 😭😭💔💔

🐩anon

Not just blood--Rebirth revealed that there were tanks filled with skin and hair too. So Hojo was taking EVERYTHING. If Sephiroth hadn't died in an unusual way, I have no doubt that Hojo would have confiscated his body and probably would have done some very terrible things with it.

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FFVII is not about Cloud defeating Sephiroth because of some alpha male revenge fantasy. Or a pissing contest over who is more OP. FFVII is an exploration of Cloud's coming of age, his journey into becoming a man. And part of that journey is recognizing his weaknesses and embracing his connections. Cloud processing his trauma and learning to rely on others is the reason why he's able to defeat Sephiroth. Not because he's this ultra cool swaggering badass, but because he has GROWN as a character and has now obtained everything Sephiroth has ever lacked--community and self-acceptance.

Cloud's softness makes him strong. It's the key to his coming of age. It's reconciling his inner darkness and balancing it with his connection to others.

[starlitnpc]

Lowkey about to quit tumblr because if I see one more bad interpretation of Genesis during the reactor scene, I’ve reached my last straw 😭

I too am a Sephiroth fan but it’s exhausting how horribly misinterpreted Genesis’ behaviour in that scene is because most people analyse the scene only from Sephiroth’s perspective.

Genesis is very hurtful yes, but it’s not intentional. Genesis comes to see Sephiroth that day with the desire to bring his friend to his side, to make him hate Shinra the way he does and ultimately to seek his help to cure his degradation. We know him to be a smart guy through the whole game. He’s not dumb to say things if he knows it’ll risk Sephiroth turning against him. His mistake is that he projects what he thinks he’d want to hear in that moment onto Sephiroth— his mistake was not understanding that what would work on him would fail horribly on others. Not everyone seeks the brutal truth out the way Genesis does. Not everyone reacts to the truth the way Genesis had, by directing their anger towards revenge against the “wrongdoers”

But to paint Genesis as intentionally mean to Sephiroth in that scene, that he’s seeking to hurt him and get a rise out of him wholly misses the point that the scene is one giant misunderstanding between two friends - both of whom are in their own personal hells.

Genesis told Sephiroth they’re both monsters. And call me crazy, but it always sounded like he was trying to tell him “we’re one and the same, Shinra has wronged us both” - it wasn’t an attempt to dehumanise Sephiroth when he was in the middle of an identity crisis.

Could we have done the whole thing better? Oh god yes. He was way too brutally honest and a terrible friend. But the surprise on his face when he’s rejected should tell you that his dumb ass really thought he’s saying things that Sephiroth would have wanted to hear. In Sephiroth’s own words, “it was the truth he had his sought his entire life” and Genesis told him the cold hard truth.

And finally, another point that I bang on about is that Sephiroth considers accepting the apple from Genesis after everything he says. It’s only when he looks at the Jenova sign and flinches - that he changes his mind. It’s even in the crisis core script that Jenova had an effect on him in that moment. So if you take that into account, it’s even harder to disentangle the situation and claim that Sephiroth would have been more receptive to Genesis if he hadn’t been that hurtful. It’s really hard to know tbh, because once Jenova is in the picture, no one has the ability to influence Sephiroth anymore.

[ichigf]

୨୧﹕fem!reader, riding cloud strife

cloud’s hands are fisted in the sheets like he’s trying to tether himself to reality.

he’s flat on his back—gorgeous even like this, flushed and helpless, golden bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat, glossy lips parted around soft, desperate whimpers. you’re straddling his hips, dripping wet, riding him with that mean, devastating rhythm, slamming down on his cock over and over again while his brain short-circuits under you.

“f-fuck—s–slow down,” he gasps, voice high and cracking, his eyes wide and dazed. “you’re—too much—fuck, you’re so tight—”

you don’t slow down. you grin.

“can’t handle me, soldier?” you purr, dragging your nails down his chest. his abs flex under your touch, thighs twitching as you roll your hips down and grind, letting his cock drag along every inch of your walls. he whimpers again, biting his lip, chest heaving.

god, he’s so fucked. red in the face, pupils blown, every part of him tensed like he’s either gonna come or cry.

“you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?” you whisper, leaning down, kissing just under his ear. “just from me riding you. like a good little—”

he growls.

and then he snaps.

in one brutal, fluid motion, cloud sits up—arms locking around your waist, face buried in your throat—and slams his hips up into you, hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

“ah—cloud—!”

“oh, now you’re whining?” he snarls, voice suddenly dark, thick with frustration and heat. “you wanna ride me like a fucking brat, huh? bounce up and down like you own it?”

he fucks up into you again—harder—deeper, and your whole body jolts. his grip on your waist is bruising now, holding you in place while he pistons his cock into you from below, the mattress shaking with every punishing thrust.

you’re not riding him anymore. he’s using you.

“feel that?” he hisses, forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping from his temple. “that’s mine.”

you try to speak—try to moan, cry, something—but it’s all just broken gasps now. you’re drooling, eyes rolled back, clinging to his shoulders like you’ll fall apart if he stops.

“thought you were cocky,” he pants, slamming into you again, harder. “thought you could fuck me into the mattress? now look at you—fucking ruined.”

your orgasm hits like an explosion, pussy clenching around him so tight he grits his teeth and groans, fucking you through it with ragged, desperate thrusts, chasing his own release now. your body trembles in his arms, twitching, overstimulated, drooling and moaning as he fills you, hot cum spilling deep inside, his breath catching in your ear like a curse.

you go limp in his lap.

and cloud, flushed and panting, still pulsing inside you, just grins.

“…don’t ever try that shit again.”

[silverflqmes]

Hii! I have an idea for a Sephiroth req and was thinking maybe you'd like the idea - you write him excellently honestly! (This might be long so feel free to ignore if it's overbearing)

Basically the idea is set around the Nibelheim incident and his s/o is with him, their worried about Sephiroth after he locks himself away in the mansion and during the fire maybe he sees them and realises their badly injured - trying to save them. If you have a better idea that'd be cool, but I hope it's decent~

Maybe at the end they reunite in the Lifestream at one point (Only played original ff7 so idk if it's different in the remake or something)

Thanks for reading this whole thing if you see it :D

໒⦂ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎.

notes. hello anon, thank you so much & for the req<3 mb for the long wait on this request, i’ve been very much swamped with uni and other fandoms i fear</3 but i got some muse & lowkey i hella locked in for this so i really hope you enjoy!! highly recommend listening to wasteland by royal & the serpent!

genre. angst + hurt with some comfort but..

tw. major character death, mild gore, um sephiroth is also his own tw but not towards you

sephiroth x gn!reader.

crimson flickered with whorls of amber, ribbons of heat licking up worn wooden homes as the crunch of ash yielding to leather echoed amidst the muted cries of citizens sephiroth couldn't bother to discern.

up until his arrival here in nibelheim, his entire life had.. practically been nothing short of a lie. he'd told himself he was normal despite the number of things that had been injected into his body- the countless amount of tests he had to endure, the creatures forced to yield to his blade out of survival.. even with all of that on his shoulders and his otherly appearance, he still tried to listen to his closest contacts that had insisted on him being as normal as they were.. but he wasn't.

dramatic as it was, he was nothing short of an alien- a monster birthed from an even worse monster that was.. the only person that hadn't treated him as something filthy.

for the first time, his mind was clear. everything was meaningless- all of this was meaningless. this entire mission was orchestrated for him and those joining him to be sent off to their graves, just as his fallen friends had been that had tried to rise against the cruel happenings at shinra.

masamune rumbled against the uneven terrain, burgundy ebbing down the expanse of her before ultimately sliding through another soul that the silver general could hardly care to recognize. it didn't matter at the end of the day, anyway, everyone would return to the planet before it would, too, be taken by mother. it was the fate that this world was bestowed with, and there was absolutely nothing that gaia could do to stop this occurrence.

mother would use this planet as her next vessel to sail the cosmos, and bring upon the same fate for the following destination that she would be met with.

and sephiroth was willing to see to it that her vision was realized. this planet was doomed to destruction, either way, no thanks to shinra and its immense greed with sucking out the life force of the planet for its own selfish gain. it was only a matter of time before the rest of the world was as barren of a wasteland as the outskirts of midgar, so what better than to spare the lands of something so ugly, and put it out of its misery already?

returning his odachi to his side after flicking off the streaks of rouge that stained it, the first class soldier continued down the path of debris and scorched wooden pillars, snake-like eyes trained on the mountain above. he could sense her as clear as day- just as he had a week ago, when genesis had asked the impossible of him.

mother was there, patiently awaiting his arrival.

"wait for me.." he smiled, mako tinted eyes glinting with something alive; a stark contrast to the darkness that swallowed them since leaving shinra mansion to pass through the village. "i'm coming."

his named was cried out, a distant, inconsequential echo amidst the destruction surrounding him. the puppy, most likely, calling out once again to interfere with his plans that mother has so graciously shared with him.

he didn't want to have to eliminate him, he was the last of those he'd held dear to him.. but even he had left him in the dust the minute his beloved had stepped into the picture. so what worth was a wannabe hero to him?

sephiroth continued only after briefly stopping to look over his shoulder with a smile that was all too sweet for what was happening around him. the people should be pleased, after all.. they should welcome the mercy he was offering them, rather than to cry out brokenly for a mother that was all but gone.

though he supposed that once upon a time he might have also done the same if he had known his mother sooner. alas, that was exactly while he was about to scale the mountain before him- to be reunited with her.

and so, he ignored the worthless barking of his friend, merely continuing onward towards the reactor where mother's name had been plastered so graciously for him to find.

several monsters stopped him along the way, but their strength was no match for masamune's swipes; flesh yielding like softened butter to a dull knife. at a certain point, the path was peaceful, as though his presence were anticipated.

a warm welcome from mother, perhaps.

but if it was.. then why had iron permeated his senses? ichor that had not belonged to the creatures he had felled, nor the citizens at the foot of the mountain.

no, this was.. this was something else- someone else.

at the foot of the stairs leading up to the door separating him from reaching mother, sephiroth found an all too familiar figure- one that had.. slipped his mind for all of the past week.

"y/n..?" he called out quietly into the burning night, taking slow steps towards your fallen form before gradually picking up in speed, sliding onto his knees to bring your body towards his front, as though carrying something fragile.

just.. what exactly had happened? where had you been up until now? why hadn't he seen you all this time since returning from the reactor? had he truly been so hauled up in shinra manor that he'd completely forgotten your existence?

..had you tried to visit? and if you had- had he shut you away, too?

guilt gnawed at his gut, mother long forgotten as he checked frantically for a pulse, keeping one hand delicately around your shoulders while the other slid beneath your knees. "y/n- speak to me, please." he tried again, gently shaking your body as he gazed down at your battered form, littered in cuts and gashes. had the monsters gotten to you? there were none to be found in the radius surrounding you.. had you taken them all out in anticipation for his arrival?

was this your final stance? to become an obstacle meant to disrupt his reunion with mother?

he didn't want to believe it- you were his everything.. the one person who had seemed to remain through everything. through the loss of angeal, the disappearance of genesis, lazard.. everyone as of late. even when zack grew busy and occupied himself with the flower girl back in sector five- you had stayed with him. his only stability amidst the pain that had griped at his poor, fragile heart.

and now you were here, barely clinging onto life.. all to stop him from the inevitable, having found yourself met instead with the hostile wildlife of mount nibel.

a cough tore through your lips just as he was about to call out again, hazy eyes revealing themselves beneath dampened lashes, as your chest rose and fell slowly. "i.. knew you'd come," you breathed out quietly, smiling weakly up at your lover. "i really wished you hadn't- i didn't.. w-want you to have to see me like this."

"my love, save your words- please.." sephiroth urged, shaking his head before removing the hand that had his curaga slotted into his wrist. "it's not too late for you- for us." he reassured, bringing his hand your form, but your hand- your feeble hand came to slip over his own.

a slow shake of your head was what he was met with as he gazed down at you, that same smile burning itself into his vision as the corners of your eyes creased. "i fear i don't have much time left, sephiroth.. if it wasn't going to be here- in a last stand to get through to you.. the degradation would have gotten to me instead, so listen to me, please." you whispered, bringing your hand to hold his cheek tenderly in your hand- unblemished and beautiful, like porcelain. "whatever you read in that manor, do not allow it to dictate your life.. be critical and cautious, especially with the scientists.. you can never trust them," you continued softly, letting out a mirthless laugh. "i mean look at us- look at all of soldier.. we were fated to something crueler than death."

sephiroth found himself unable to disagree with your reasoning, but still.. it had all sounded so true- genesis' words, the books he had read in his descent to madness.. how could it all be a rouse? it just- seemed far too coincidental. and what if you were just saying all of this to stop him as well, from reaching mother?

he was ultimately torn, but the tender skin that met his cheek melted away the bitterness that was consuming him as he cupped the hand over his cheek with his, squeezing his eyes shut while his head bowed forward. "but you can't leave.. everyone else left me- how will i go on without you? zack won't look at me after this, angeal is gone.. genesis is, too- and lazard as well.. i don't have anyone, y/n.." he whispered brokenly, slitted hues expanding- glossing over. "you're all i have- please, you mustn't go, too.."

warmth greeted the tip of your finger as it touched the corner of his beautiful lashes- tears that nobody would ever hope to see. it made your dulling gaze soften, his words wrapping around your slowly beating organ. "we'll find each other again, my love.. when shinra's advances are stopped and the lifestream no longer struggles to flow through the cracks of the planet, we.. will be reunited again." you affirmed, leaning up to bump his forehead with your own, as liquid moonlight fell delicately around you.

gaia, you were going to miss him dearly.

despite the unsteadiness in his heart, sephiroth willed his breathing to keep steady, hanging onto your every word as he willed himself to nod, squeezing his eyes shut. "then i.. will do my best to see to it that they are stopped, and that we might be able to find ourselves together once more.."

your smiled widened just a tiny bit as you placed your lips to his- the only person you'd promise your final breath to.

"may we find each other once more. i love you more than life, sephiroth."

notes. IM SORRY I LEFT YALL IN THE DUST AND THREW ANGST RIGHT IN YOUR FACE please feel free to read the new cloud drabble or my fluffier sephiroth content to heal.. i’d be going through it too bro</3 anyway i hope it was still enjoyable, thank you for the request again anon & that i was able to do it justice!

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[silverflqmes]

sephiroth x reader where he meets this amazing girl (note: you) and she cooks him a homemade meal but he freaks out because he doesnt understand how to take it properly? but he starts crying of joy because he's happy to take it since he read about how moms treat their kids and he just kinna finds solace in this girl and wants find her again but obviously shinra keeps having other plans until finally one DAY she comes back again and you can decide what happens next :)

໒⦂ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

notes. i may have indulged a little ( a lot ) here, anon.. but i hope it’s somewhat okay.. brb i might have to ugly cry after this.. he makes me so😿 IM NOT NORMAL ANYMORE SOBS

genre. hurt + comfort

tw. discussion of bad eating habits.

sephiroth x gn!reader

the water came to a boil as you threw in your spaghetti, twisting the knob on low for the sauce you’d prepared.

sephiroth would be home any minute and as a reward for working as hard as he did everyday, you had taken it upon you to prepare his most favorite meal for him. it wasn’t too hard to cook, luckily, but hopefully it tasted good.

you allowed the pasta to come to a boil, taking the time to set the table nicely. while sephiroth wasn’t one for the fancy shit or grandeur, you wanted to provide him with a good ambience. he deserved it, anyway.

on a trip to sector five, you’d managed to score a dozen of flowers from a sweet girl zack was interested — aerith, as you recalled. somehow he had started her on a business with her rare blooms, it was creative and cute that he’d made the time to do that with her.

while passing by him, he had urged you to buy some to help her start out — which you were happy to do. certainly when they made the perfect centerpiece and smelled pleasantly.

the bubbles began to surface in your absence, a jingling sound entering your ears once you’d returned to turn off the heat. sephiroth was home!

a smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you wiped a bead of sweat from your forehead before walking up to the door when he emerged. “welcome home, sephiroth!”

his face that was colored with exhaustion instantly contorted into one of ease, lips curling at the sight of you, his precious partner. were you waiting for him? how adorable.

the first class SOLDIER leaned in closely to your face and bestowed you with a chaste kiss, chuckling softly. “thank you, y/n. it’s a lovely sight to find you here,” he continued, holding your cheek in his gloved hand before looking behind you. “i see you’ve been busy.”

your cheeks burned at his words, a fuzzy feeling finding its way to your chest as you let out a sheepish laugh. “a-ah, i may have helped myself to your kitchen.. i hope you don’t mind.” he wouldn’t mind, he never did — but you still felt the need to say so.

his thumb rolled over your soft skin, a sound of amusement tumbling past his lips. “not at all, might i ask what you prepared yourself?”

blinking, you then proceeded to quirk a brow before snorting. “i composed a gourmet meal for the both of us, featuring candlelight and flowers. up to your standards, mr. first class?” you joked, to which he rolled his eyes, playfully.

“you treat me as if i were royalty.” sephiroth turned his head away, failing to suppress the small lift to his rosewood appendages.

you took ahold of his leather clad hand, snickering softly. “the best way to treat you, according to your dearest lover!” came your cheery response as you tugged him forward. “now come on, i doubt a battlefield has a scheduled lunch or dinner time!”

the silver haired male couldn’t argue with that reasoning. some missions went without food for long periods of time — just another thing he’d learnt to bear over the years. the human body could go weeks without alimentation, and he was no stranger to being denied or prevented from having a meal.

however, upon meeting you and having explained that reasoning to you early into your relationship.. he was met with quite a different perspective. while the SOLDIER found eating to be secondary — something that he would indulge in if the time and situation was right, you.. stressed it.

it had come as a great shock when he would announce he’d only had breakfast for the entirety of the day — which was basically just a bar or shake.. the bare minimum, in other words. frustrated, you’d scolded him that very evening before falling into a routine of meal preparation.

you didn’t care if he had to show up with this cutesy lunch box in a den of SOLDIERs, but it better have been emptied or so help you.

sephiroth had been greatly confused by your concern, and quite frankly — still was, however he understood where you were coming from ( despite lacking the same care for himself that you showed him ), and ate every last bite.

“i suppose i have to agree with that.” the long haired swordsman finally answered, bringing his steps to a halt before your work.

it wasn’t like you hadn’t made him food before, but this time felt different. you always put your all into everything, though this felt extra, extra special, somehow. perhaps, being cooked dinner was more.. intimate?

you patted his armored shoulder, grinning. “good! now get comfy while i get your plate ready, i used up the wine for the sauce.. so um, just water for tonight — but you need it!!”

with that, you had dashed back over to the kitchen, leaving behind a chuckling sephiroth. he’d never seen someone be so serious over dinner, it was silly. and yet, endearing all at the same time that you cared so deeply for his health when everyone had taught or treated him otherwise.

“are you certain you don’t require my assistance?” he inquired, leaning back in his seat to see if you were managing.

a laugh echoed from kitchen at his expression of concern. “nope! you just sit tight, on my way over now!” you assured, picking up your bowls and a basket of freshly sliced bread before making your way to the table.

despite your dismissal, the cat eyed hero made his way over to help with the placement, not wanting you to struggle any longer. you’d gone through great lengths for him today after all, it was the least he could do.

as sephiroth sat across from you, he was finally given the chance to take a look at what you’d put together, blinking in surprise.

“seafood pasta..?” he couldn’t remember the last time he had it. “how.. did you know?”

picking a piece of bread, you found yourself winking, suppressing a giggle. “i may or may not have asked cissnei.. given her network of information.” you smiled sheepishly, grabbing your silverware. “i hope that’s okay with you- i just wanted to make something you really, really liked!”

the first class SOLDIER was quiet for a moment, a strange warmth bubbling in his chest.

subconsciously, his hand lifted to touch where his heart had been, if only to find out what that strange feeling had been. “you.. you did that, for me?” his voice had almost come out in a weak whisper. the mako hued male was soft spoken to begin with, but this held more vulnerability than the other times.

an eager nod was the response he’d received, and despite his desire to question why, he took it as his cue to pick up his silverware, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. it.. had been a long time since he’d had his favorite dish, and homemade.. was a first.

as he tasted your work, he almost melted at the flavors — the nostalgia of it all. and yet.. it somehow was even better than any other occasion he had ordered or cooked it himself.

was it.. because you had made it specially for him? how odd, that the cooking from a specific person could affect the outcome so drastically.

“how is it?” you finally spoke up, curious to hear of his thoughts. “the seafood was a lucky find, i’m hoping it’s good and that i didn’t get scammed ahahaha..”

given midgar’s inland location, fish.. wasn’t something commonly sold, and if it was — it certainly would have costed a pretty gil. had you really gone through all this effort, just for him?

sephiroth swallowed the next bite he took, inclining his head. “it’s wonderful- nobody, i realize.. has ever done something like this for me before — or gone through as much trouble as you had to do this for me..” he spoke up in acknowledgment, feeling his eyes soften.. and blur?

why was his vision — was he.. crying?

the silver haired SOLDIER raised his gloved hands to brush the corners of his eyes. fresh tears, yes. he’d almost forgotten the feeling.

“seph-?” you blurted, getting up from your chair before rushing over to him. “oh no- is it bad?? are you having allergies — i didn’t put anything spicy in it.. a-ahh, i don’t have an allergy pen..” you panicked, dashing over to your purse before feeling a hand grasp your own.

your lashes fluttered in surprise when you were suddenly pulled into firm chest, silver draping over you as a pair of strong arms encircled your body.

“s-sephiroth?” you called out softly, worry in your voice as you rested your hands on his back, reciprocating the embrace. “everything okay? you’re crying..” you added quietly, frowning. did something happen?

he sucked in a breath, shaking his head. “i apologize- i didn’t mean to bring you anxiety with my sudden reaction.. the food was lovely, truly, and i.. could not be more grateful for it.” shinra’s hero began, relenting his grip a little. he didn’t want to hurt or bruise you after all with his strength. “i guess i was just.. taken by surprise, is all — being treated in this way is still.. rather foreign to me.” he admitted, attempting to even his voice out.

but you were patient, and listened to the best of your extent, at last understanding what he meant.

your boyfriend spoke little of his past, but the few things that he’d felt comfortable enough to elaborate on.. had been horrible to hear- it made your heart ache terribly in your chest.

“oh sephiroth..” you whispered gently, sliding your fingers into his hair comfortingly. “you’re okay, don’t apologize.. i was just worried since shellfish allergies are common..” you exhaled, panic dissipating. “i’m just glad you’re not sick.. but hey, you deserve this- alright? you work really hard everyday, you have been all your life.. this is the least i could do.”

he felt himself calm down gradually with your words, breaths slowly coming out more even. the male hadn’t planned on breaking down so suddenly, and while he felt bad.. you assured him that it was okay to react and feel as he did.

what.. made him so special to you? to go to all these extents for him and yet disregard all your efforts all at the same time..

“the ‘least’ you speak of hardly covers all that you do for me, y/n.. despite finding myself undeserving of your kindness.. i am forever grateful to be wanted and cared for by you — to be looked at in the way your eyes view me.. rather than the usual contempt and obsessive fascination scrutiny that i am met with.” he spoke after a brief silence, wanting to translate his feelings into words as best as possible.

they nearly had you melting, and out of pure adoration, you brought your lips at last to his. a reassurance that you had understood every bit of his feelings and that you had returned them all in full.

“you are every bit as deserving, sephiroth, as am i of you.. and i’ll always, always care for you. to me — you are everything, and worthy of all the love in the world.”

notes. screaming crying this is a little rushed towards the end but i hope it’s decent enough anon! my illiterate ass did not read the last bit of the request.. so i didn’t include the shinra bit😭 hope it’s okay!

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[certifieddragonenjoyer]

Okay so with all the press they have on him all the time it only makes sense Shinra would make merch of Sephiroth right. So I propose this thing exists in universe

And Sephiroth HATES it he finds it so embarrassing and stupid UNTIL one day he gets back very late from a long far off mission and he's just desperate to crawl in bed with his s/o and he gets home and he's so happy to see them until he sees that they are cuddling one of those stupid godforsaken plushies in their sleep. And the thing is WORN so he knows this is not a new thing. but he's never seen it around before so they must only take it out when he himself isn't there. He takes the plush and sets it aside until the morning when he confronts them with a very pointed "I see you've replaced me." And of course once they start expressing that they miss him when he's gone he gives up on trying to act tough and tolerates the plush's existence but that does not stop him from antagonizing the thing everytime he gets home for being in HIS spot

[aurorasgate]

pls indulge the ppl (me) w ur sephiroth thoughts if u have any 🙂‍↕️

I ALWAYS HAVE SEPHIROTH THOUGHTS OMG WHERE TO BEGIN THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE YOU 🩷

he adores picking you up/carrying you. no one could convince my other wise! throws you over his shoulder when you’re being pouty or stubborn and not wanting to move or come to bed. finds any reason he can to pick you up bridal style and settle into the couch with you in his lap. could carry you on his shoulder and pick you up so easily no matter what, you weigh nothing in his arms he is so strong and warm and loves to feel the squish of your thighs in his hands and around his waist

husband material 100/10. i don’t think he has much or any experience before you but he can be quite romantic and is a really attentive partner despite how terrible he is with his own needs. also just thinking about seeing his wedding ring on his finger, the outfit through his glove, makes my heart feel funny hdkdkd

a little nsfwish but i've been like non stop thinking about aftercare with seph<3 touch starved virgin sephiroth who wants you to feel comfortable and safe and so so good your first time together (of course he does just that hehe) but he doesn't feel right when you go to the bathroom to clean yourself up alone. he should be taking care of you - he wants to and maybe it even worries him that he’s done something wrong or hurt you fkflflfl but i think he’d be so sweet trying to remedy the unease in his chest over it. knocking gently on the bathroom door and asking if he can help clean you up and he’s absolutely madly in love with you when you open the door and let him scoop you into his arms and ask if maybe you could take a bath together to wash up. (don’t even get me started if you tell him that no one’s ever done that for you before and you’re just used to doing it yourself) he doesn’t let you clean yourself up ever after that, you don’t even get a chance to gain back the strength in your legs and leave the bed before he’s doting on your every need and finding the softest towel he owns for you

also i cannot stop thinking about how much stamina this man has!! how many rounds he could go but he always goes at your pace, satiated when you are but what about when you convince him of how much you’d like to go until he can’t go any longer. he teases about that being a dangerous request, honest and serious when he says he doesn’t want to hurt you, but if you can convince him - well good luck to your insides and i hope your fucked out dreams as freaking wonderful 🫡 could go till you pass out probably

[rottenpumpkin13]

Do you think there's ever been a day close to Nibelheim to where Sephiroth just...snaps. Full breakdown in front of his friends over whatever. How would they deal with that?

Not exactly like Nibelheim, because that was the result of a gradual, slow burn until it exploded. However there was another moment, one that anyone who had been in Sephiroth's immediate vicinity would regard as the pinnacle of his fury—a moment that had nothing to do with his mother, or the events that would ultimately lead to his undoing.

Sephiroth was not a man who held onto many things. Besides his sword and the locket with his mother's photo, he didn't become attached to objects. What mattered to him were people—people were his lifeline, the seem ripper that tore the constraints of the detachment he had been raised in.

Genesis and Angeal had somehow crept into his heart after he had sworn off wearing it on his sleeve, and even though it made him vulnerable, he couldn't let them go. He clung to them fiercely as they became the singular reason he had to keep going.

Hojo had noticed. As always, his interest was piqued by Sephiroth's emotional connections. He began to study these emotional reactions, wondering how Sephiroth would behave if those people, the ones he "cared about", were taken away from him. How would Sephiroth react if they were killed? What would it do to his brain, his mind? Hojo intended to find out. If the experiment led to the loss of Sephiroth's emotional stability, so be it. Perhaps this would finally harden his mind, making him less vulnerable, less inclined to lay his head upon the lap of whoever offered him the comfort of a simple pat.

The opportunity came when Angeal and Genesis were deployed to Wutai. It was a routine mission, a two-month absence that left Sephiroth back at Headquarters, alone. And despite his stoicism, Sephiroth missed them terribly. He couldn't wait to fight alongside them again, to hear their voices and feel their presence beside him. He kept up with reports, stayed updated on their mission, but the silence was eating him alive.

Then Sephiroth was summoned to Hojo's lab for a routine check-up and exam. He expected the usual procedure, the impersonal interaction, but this time something was different. Hojo's words slipped out casually, as if by accident.

"Such a shame that Hewley and Rhapsodos were killed in Wutai,' Hojo said. "A tragic loss, don't you think?"

Sephiroth looked up. "Wh...what?"

Hojo was unapologetically giddy. "It was a mistake to deploy them so deep into enemy territory, but we're sure it was their time." He went on, casually, as if discussing the weather. "Their deaths were a necessary part of the plan to bring about Shinra's glory."

Sephiroth's heart didn't stop—no, that would've been merciful compared to the feeling of the organ threatening to tear from his chest.

Hojo handed him the mission report.

He took it with trembling hands.

It was real. The words were there, clear and damning. Genesis and Angeal, dead. Killed in action. His vision blurred. His chest tightened. Hojo's words were distant, but unyielding.

"Don't act so surprised, Sephiroth." Hojo clasped his hands behind his back and regarded him with calculating eyes. "You couldn't possibly have believed that they were your equals, that they were as invincible as you are."

Sephiroth slammed his fist onto the table, the force enough to completely break through the metal surface beneath him. Angeal's smile, Genesis' laugh—everything was consumed by the raw, unquenchable rage.

Hojo didn't flinch. He simply observed, clinically, watching a subject in an experiment, even when the anger was directed at him through the tip of Masamune's blade.

The fire spread as quickly as Sephiroth's mind shattered. He was no longer calm, no longer rational, no longer human years before the idea of being a monster would cause him to lash out. He was a beast, enraged, out of control. His anger was destructive and the flames were uncontrollable.

Hojo escaped, barely, as the fire churned in the air, licking the walls, consuming everything in its path. People screamed, people ran, and they all tried to escape the inferno that was Sephiroth's grief.

Hojo had no regrets, not after witnessing firsthand what Sephiroth could truly become when pushed to his limits.

The restraints came quickly after that. Sephiroth fought them, thrashing, trying to break free, but the sedatives took hold. His body went limp, the rage retreating only to be replaced by an overwhelming sense of emptiness. He was locked away and sedated.

When Sephiroth finally came to, hours—or was it days?—later, he was told that the reports had been a "mistake". That Genesis and Angeal were alive. But the damage was done, people were hurt, Hojo had gotten what he wanted, and Sephiroth felt disgusting.

And Genesis and Angeal would never know. They would never know how close he had come to losing himself, how his grip on reality had slipped through his fingers. They would never understand the depth of what they meant to him, because they hadn't seen it. When they returned, they were confused. His hugs were too tight, too desperate. He clung to them, everywhere they went, but even as they did their best to accommodate his spontaneously volatile emotions the weeks after, they didn't understand. They didn’t know the depths of what he had gone through, the devastation he had felt.

This event numbed him. When Angeal died and Genesis was later believed dead, Sephiroth felt the grief, but it was muted. He cried in private. The dread overtook the grief and squashed his appetite.

The emotions he had once felt so intensely had been used up in that explosion of rage. Even as he mourned their loss, he wanted so desperately for it all to be a mistake. A mistake, just like before. That somehow, just like with the lie, they would come back to him. But no, this time he truly was all alone.

[noctunis]

I’m the sephiroth hc anon, yea I was referring to the sfw and nsfw, sorry for not specifying :0

sephiroth (n)sfw hc’s 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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guys the motivation is coming back to me TRUST ME i’m slowly but surely working on it.. 🙏🙏

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post nibelheim sephiroth being jealous, possessive, a little toxic and manipulative, mentions of sephiroths touch repulsion and touch starvation, nsfw will have a warning before it, intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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❥ let me start off with pre-nibelheim headcanons because i miss a more domestic and ‘normal’ sephiroth rather than.. crazy seph lol

❥ so now let’s get into the actual thing!!

❥ i do not think that sephiroth is familiar with love whether it’s pre or post nibelheim, and if you read up on my angsty / comfort sephiroth fics you’ll see how i love the portrayal of where he’s so beloved by his fanclub and the public due to being a, “war hero” despite not feeling any close love like how you’d love him. the closest he’d get to developing emotional attachments would be his relationship with genesis and angeal (and maybe zack).

❥ it’ll take a while for sephiroth to fully trust and put his faith in you, but he’s actually very mature about romance. he doesn’t get very jealous and he’s very confident in your relationship and bond, if you read up on my jealousy hc’s i explain more there!!

❥ and when he really trusts you.. he’ll even let you perform his hair care routine on him when he’s too tired to do it himself. as you’ve seen, his hair is absolutely gorgeous and while he spends like an hour in the shower on just his hair— he spends more time when he’s out the shower as well with all the after product 😭.

❥ he enjoys having you brush his hair in the mornings and if you have long hair, he’ll return the favor. nothing’s better than sephiroth’s gentle hand cradling your head as he softly brushed through your strands, trying his hardest not to snag too hard on any tangles. if you’re comfortable with it, he’ll even hop in the shower with you and wash your hair for you. he’s not ashamed of nudity, he finds it a very normal and humanizing experience— knowing you can still be so vulnerable and not have it be sexual. he loves when you wash his hair for him too tho, it’s just super long so it’ll take a while lol.

❥ i cant see him as a morning person. i saw a post that he said, “sephiroths not a morning person, he’s a ‘im up because I have to be but if anyone talks to me, there will be murder’ person.” and i totally agree with that. you’ll wake him up, mentioning how he reminded you to wake up him bright and early tomorrow yet there you’d be, shaking his shoulder gently and he mutters a plea of five minutes more before pulling you closer.

❥ i definitely think that you guys would have to keep your love life private considering his job unless you’re like.. around angeal or maybe genesis. possibly zack, but you guys would have to make him promise that he wouldn’t tell anyone because he’d literally be so shocked. otherwise he’d go run to kunsel and brag about his knowledge or be so jaw dropped that he runs to angeal and is even more shocked when he already knows??? like, was he the only one who didn’t know about this whole thing??

❥ it’ll take a while for sephiroth to get comfortable with physical touch. although he secretly yearns for it, he’s also touch repulsed sometimes. it’s not that he’s appalled by you or your touch, it’s just that he’s gone so long without it that it’s foreign to him. once he gets used to it, he’ll eventually search for it and come looking for you in need of just some head massages or even just to rest his chin on your shoulder and view whatever you’re doing. he kinda does what cats do when they nuzzle the sides of their heads into your chest and like rub their noses into you.

❥ i’d like to think sephiroth’s very meticulous, so if you ever invite him in doing an activity such as baking or art or something, he WILL have to do it right or else he’ll get frustrated.

❥ as aforementioned, seph isn’t well versed in healthy love or adoration so if you even do a small task for him such as doing a chore he planned to do or cooking him pasta when he comes home— it will make him feel all gooey inside even if he won’t show it. he’s always calm and collected but, “even the coolest of people try their damndest to be alright,” as i mentioned in one of my headcanons for cloud lolol. he’s appreciative of even the small gestures, always making sure to thank you for your efforts as he knows they’re filled with love.

❥ for post nibelheim, though.. he’s lowkey manipulative. if you knew him before he found out about the jenova project, i’m assuming you’re only with him in hopes that he has some humanity within him that you can restore— well, that or you just like crazy men lol. he will definitely use that against you as a way of making you stay, always promising he’ll change after completing his plans with you by his side.

❥ if you met him post nibelheim though, he’ll be utterly fascinated with you as you’re basically his new toy. and he’ll follow you, regardless of when you met him. he’ll never let you leave his side after he’s gone crazy as he’s constantly reassuring you that his mothers legacy will be fulfilled, and that he can only do that when you’re beside him with support. it almost feels like it’s a shell of sephiroth. he never does any of the things he used to do before he was aware of who he really was, he’ll barely even let you touch him. he’s constantly on guard whenever you two are out, always keeping a hand around your waist or shoulder so that you don’t run off.

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❥ id like to think of pre-nibelheim sephiroth as a soft dom. always being gentle, even when you’re sucking him off so nicely that he can’t help but grip your hair— he always makes sure not to pull it too hard and instead bites on his hand until there’s marks. he’ll always cater to you too, treating you like a pillow prince(ss) and is literally at your beck and call. he will not tolerate brattiness though and will definitely punish you if needed!! he’s just so kind, it’s only fair that he reciprocates the same words you give him :(((

❥ i don’t think sephiroths that experienced, but i don’t think he’s a virgin either. he doesn’t have the time to pursue intimate relationships, but he’s definitely experimented with one or two of his fangirls or something. he sort of regrets it now, considering it wasn’t all that intimate.

❥ like i said, it’ll take a while for sephiroth to even get used to physical contact let alone initiate it, but once you guys do finally have sex, he is literally the sweetest. he’s probably a little rusty lol but he’s a very quick learner!! guide him and teach him how to make you feel good, it makes his chest swell with pride once he gets you making those cute little sounds :(((

❥ let me tell you this man is huge though. he’s around nine to ten inches in length and he’s a big girthier than average. he has like two prominent veins, one on the underside of his shaft and one on the left side. when he cums, it’s a pretty pearly translucent color and right before he blows it beads at the tip as he tries to hold it in.

❥ sephiroth would like to think that there’s a possibility that you two could have kids, although his duties and reputation (and future events..) kind of prevent that. so i think there’s a breeding kink in there somewhere, but if you’re not okay with it then he’s totally fine!! it might sting a little if you don’t want kids, but in the end its your body, your choice— and he will respect that!!

❥ if you’re a virgin, he’d like to make your experience worth while and makes it very clear to you that he’s beyond honored to have been your first. he’ll even place you on the softest satin pillows while he gently thrusts into you, interlacing fingers and slowly pinning them against your head while he watches for your expressions. if you get shy or look away, he’ll always let go of one of your hands to redirect your chin back to him with a soft, “look at me, darling.”

❥ he relishes in the soft sounds of your giggles, watching as you look over the display he set up for you with roses and a meticulously made bed for you, a trick he had learned from genesis once when sephiroth had been too worried of not being able to satiate your need for intimacy. seph would lift you gently, giving you a small kiss and carefully maneuvering his way to the sheets before ceremoniously laying you down beneath him. he savors these lax moments during sex, not just the serious ones.

❥ post nibelheim is a little iffy, he’s definitely more possessive and aggressive when he’s having sex. he’s also very condescending with his words, i can sense a dumbification kink somewhere..

❥ as i’ve said before, post nibelheim seph won’t let you out of his sight most of the time. so he’s so possessive that if he sees you talking to someone else in public, once you find your way back to him, you’ll have wished you never greeted them. he’ll mercilessly press your face against the mattress or table or whatever you guys are on, and talks about how silly it was for you to talk to someone so casually when you clearly knew he was watching.

❥ i don’t think he’d let you top him that much, maybe once in a blue moon would he let you act like you have control over him— but the moment you get too cocky, he’ll remind you of who really has the most control once he grips your hip dips and flips you over, catlike, vindictive mako eyes glinting in the shadows of his body.

❥ again, i’m sorry but it’s the truth, also a little manipulative. post nibelheim sephiroth would accuse you of talking to other men or wanting them to satisfy you instead. he’d grit his teeth and roll his hips even harder— claiming he’d just have to show you how much he’s ruined you for other people. they are but boys but he, he is a man. and he’ll make sure you know that by the time the day ends and the sun seeps through curtains.

❥ pre sephiroth makes love, post sephiroth fucks. there’s a huge difference.

[noctunis]

hiii can i req a sephiroth fic where he's a new dad who doesn't really know how to hold his daughter but he wants to while reader mama is asleep hehe thanks

soft shushes left sephiroth’s lips as he held a finger up to them, trying his hardest to calm his little baby before she woke you up. her wails filled the room, bouncing off the walls as he cautiously extended his hand out inside her crib. the white wooden material of the cradle brushed against his hand as sephiroth grazed his daughter’s cheek, her soft skin smooth against his knuckle. she squirmed in her onesie, her head flopping against her small pillow while she sobbed.

“shhh— it’s alright.. your father’s here.” how foreign it felt for him to call himself a father in the third person, he still wasn’t used to it yet after four months of officially being a parent although he referred to himself so formally. it was almost comical to you.

he didn’t mind getting up and soothing the baby sometimes, but by the way you were stirring in your sleep when he woke up told him that this would be more diffficult than the previous times; especially considering how his daughter wouldn’t stop crying no matter what tricks he used this time. soft rattles, her pacifier, even her favorite bunny toy didn’t calm her down, instead smacking the plush away when greeted with it. such attitude, he thought. wonder where she got that from.

he cooed at her and rubbed at her cheeks, even going so far as to awkwardly jingle a toy in front of her— instead being met with her iron baby grip. until he finally realized, she wasnt calming down anytime soon. he dreaded having to pick his daughter up, having no experience with babies whatsoever made his fear even worse. he wasn’t built for being a father, and he certainly didn’t know how to handle children with baby talk, but he’d try his damndest to soothe his baby. even hearing her whines made his heart ache.

his rough hands slipped under her tiny body and lifted her head up first, trying to carefully pick her up without letting her wiggle herself out of his grip. his callouses caught on the soft fabric of her pajamas, and although he could pick her up with one hand so easily, he couldn’t take any chances on hurting his own baby. he’d never let himself live it down if he did.

she peeked one eye open at her father, the color similar to yours— and he couldn’t help but watch in awe as she stopped wailing for a split second, looking up at him with wonder. until she finally scrunched her eyes again; frown deepening before it opened again to release a cry.

he adjusted his hold on her, his mind thinking back to the times where he’s watched you hold her, the time where you had gotten back from the hospital and taken her home. sephiroth snaked a hand up behind her neck to support her head, his daughter’s sniffles and sobs gradually getting softer. he brought her to his chest, rocking her a little bit as he replicated your motions. usually, with enough time, she’d fall right back to sleep once she was held enough. looking down at her, she peered up at his mako green eyes in curiosity, watching as they curved with the small smile he gave her.

sephiroth brought her up to his upper chest, having her lean on his shoulder instead as he held her neck and placed his other hand under her bottom for support, rocking her as he hummed a soft lullaby he used to hear in his training days, more like a shanty if anything. although it certainly did the trick— the only thing left in his ear were soft noises and sniffles by the time he had already recited the song twice.

he let his eyes trail across her room, memories flooding back to him in an instant. with all the childproofing around the house, the small loosely colored drawings pinned on the wall, the overhead stars set up above the crib, everything reminded him of you. even looking at his baby girl, she had your eyes. he remembered a few years earlier, having a conversation with you of how you both craved domesticity, a nice life, something better than the one you already had. and now look at him, cradling his baby in his arms and singing sweet lullabies to lull her to a slumber. he never imagined this far into the future, but god, did it make him feel so warm.

sephiroth eyed the tiny couch in the nursery, littered with toys and cartons of formula. through the window behind it, he could see the lightening sky through the sliver of curtains beyond the sofa, signaling that it was probably time for you to wake up soon. he walked back over to the crib, his baby now calm and serene as her head kept lolling downwards when he put her back in his arms.

setting her back down in the cushioned crib, he slid down on the side of it and brought his knees to his chest, hugging them to himself. he listened to her sleepy coos and slight shuffling, waiting a while to ensure she truly fell asleep. when sephiroth looked back at her, his eyes lit up to see she had finally gone back to sleep.

breathing a sigh of relief, he let the back of his head rest against the cradle, closing his eyes with a breath of victory before letting himself fall asleep on his own, occasionally waking up and checking on her sleeping form— making sure that her chest is rising and falling the way it’s supposed to.

and when you woke up, rushing to your baby’s room as it had been way too quiet, you found sephiroth snug against the cradle with your daughter asleep inside, the soft twinkling of a lullaby playing from the overhead rotating mobile hanging above the crib. your mouth dropped into a silent ‘o’ as you took the sight in with awe, a hand flying up to cover your mouth.

sephiroth may not have known how to become a father, but nobody knows. all he knows is that he’d do anything for his baby, he’d do anything for you. your baby was a part of the both of you, a piece of evidence that proved that the both of you existed. below his glare is adoration, and he’ll do anything to protect the ones who have known him before anyone else has; for he is not a war hero, he is a father. he is a lover. he is merely, sephiroth.

[aurorasgate]

im down so badly for sephiroth who confesses his feelings for you in a moment he would consider quite stressful. maybe you’re hurt & bleeding in his arms or you’ve found yourself in the middle of an argument with the silver general but whatever it is, his emotions are bubbling faster than he can simmer them. you’ve made him worry. scared. this scares him because for all this time when he’s been falling for you he thinks he has nothing to offer in return but he can’t stop how protective - possessive - he feels over you or how you’ve opened up this part of him, a love he was never fated for, the possibility of vulnerability unlike how it was with the only two others he had ever let in, & when faced with losing it, losing you, how he truly feels slips past his lips before he can stop it

[demialwrites]

Comfort & Dread

Something I banged out really quick

For Sephiroth, everything is alright with the world if you're at peace. Because he can't be.

You're currently lying wrapped up in his embrace, deeply asleep. Your mouth is even partly open, you're so relaxed. He has one arm around your stomach and the arm under you is cradling your breast. Your shirt is this soft, thin material. He glides his thumb back and forth over it, taking comfort. It's so warm and soft that it might well be the actual texture of your skin. Not to mention the natural, human comfort of touching this part of you, in general…

Sephiroth tries to remember if he was ever told he was breastfed as a child, even by a nursemaid. But he can't. Touching you–anywhere–sometimes soothes his inner child. The young boy falls to his knees and weeps, he's so grateful. It's starting to look like Sephiroth can't live without you. Cold stone dread grips his heart when it should be a new happiness. A curious thing that adds colour to his life.

It's this precious moment that interrupts his progress in the next mission. His sword hesitates. The fiend he meant to cut down in one swing cries in pain because the edge of Masamune is merely opening the flesh and allowing it to split. Sephiroth shakes it off and resumes the slaughter. The fiend sprays blood in his direction in its death, landing in thick droplets on his face. It's because of his hesitation. He usually comes away relatively clean. This is old hat; he's done this hundreds of times, counting simulations.

The fiends keep coming. It's a nest and Sephiroth is supposed to be clearing it out. He has no time to wipe the blood off. It runs down his face and threatens to drip off his chin. The sensation tugs irritatingly at him. It tickles as he darts back and forth, Masamune swinging in graceful and wide arcs. He finally has time to wipe his face with the back of his glove when the matriarch of the nest comes charging out, enraged and roaring.

This, he can do. He can slaughter. But protect you? That's another matter. People close to him tend to end up betrayed and dead.

[keepsdeathhiscourt]

Plainsong

Pairing: Sephiroth x GN!Reader

Synopsis: On a rare snowy night in Midgar, Sephiroth finds himself mesmerized by the quiet beauty of the moment and the person at his side. As the city’s noise fades under a blanket of white, he’s drawn to a fragile warmth he’s never known, something just out of reach. Vulnerable and uncharacteristically unsure, Sephiroth begins to confront the emotions he's always believed were beyond him.

Word Count: 1,465

Warnings: None. A little angst.

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"I think it's dark and it looks like rain, " you said "And the wind is blowing Like it's the end of the world, " you said "And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead" Then you smiled for a second

"I think I'm old and I'm feeling pain, " you said "And it's all running out Like it's the end of the world, " you said "And it's so cold, it's like the cold if you were dead" Then you smiled for a second

Sometimes you make me feel Like I'm living at the edge of the world Like I'm living at the edge of the world "It's just the way I smile, " you said

-Plainsong, The Cure

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The snow, so rare to Midgar, falls in earnest now. Thick flakes that drift from the sky and cover the plate in a blanket of lace. It dulls the noise and fosters a sense of peace, transforming the bustling city into an empty world wrapped in white. It’s surreal, almost–as though time itself has stopped. No sounds of traffic, no distant hum of reactors. Just you and the man at your side, watching silently as the snow falls.

Sephiroth’s face is distant, fixed on something far beyond the horizon. He seems lost somewhere you can’t follow. But you know his mind is closer than that, sharp and tethered to the moment with you despite his stillness. You spare him an upward glance, your breath hitching in your throat. Under the soft reflected light, he’s otherworldly–skin pale as the snow around you, hair a cascade of white-silver that blends seamlessly with the cold of the night.

For a second, you believe he might be carved from ice, achingly beautiful and untouchable. 

But then, his eyes find yours, luminous against the dark.

“I could stay here forever,” he murmurs, voice low as if he’s speaking more to himself than you. “Watching you watch the snow.”

There’s a quiet reverence in his words, a confession so full of candor that you find yourself stunned. 

He’s mesmerized, not by the snow itself, but by the way you experience it–the way your head tilts back to catch a snowflake on your tongue, your soft smile as the crystals melt against your skin. To him, it’s entrancing as it is unattainable. Something delicate just beyond his reach. He’s been a soldier, a sword, a symbol of power and destruction, but this…this simple, human moment feels foreign.

You turn to him then, and the puff of your breath mingles with the night air, swirling up toward him like a ghostly wisp. His name escapes your lips–just a whisper, but full of all the warmth and fragility he’s come to associate with you. The sound of it makes something twist inside his chest, something unfamiliar and sharp.

He reaches for you then, on instinct, his movements hesitant, deliberate. He’s never been so unsure before–never had to be. But now, as his ungloved hand lifts towards your face, there’s a subtle falter in the gesture, a glimmer of uncertainty. His fingers brush your chin, his skin chilled. Even so, you lean into his touch.

“You’re cold,” you breathe against him.

“I can barely feel it,” he says quietly, his voice a mix of apology and longing. His thumb traces the curve of your lip, catching a snowflake before it melts against the warmth of your skin. The pad of his thumb is rough, calloused from years of wielding Masamune, and yet the touch is tentative as if he’s afraid of breaking something fragile.

And maybe he is.

His breath comes shallow now, and he lowers his head just slightly, eyes fixed on where his fingers still rest against your lips. He watches the way the snow clings to your lashes, catches in your hair, and he’s struck by just how gloriously alive you are in this moment, soft in a way he doesn’t understand, can never understand.

In his mind, he knows her shouldn’t linger like this. He’s not built for tenderness, not crafted for this kind of intimacy. His hands are meant to rend and crush, not hold you as gently as he is now. But still, he stays, holding your gaze as if searching for something that might help him make sense of this feeling that’s clawing through his chest.

“You’re warm,” he says simply, awed even, like it’s new to him. And in a way, it is. He, who has spent so much of his life in cold, sterile labs, with only machines and soldiers for company. Far removed from any semblance of softness that your radiating warmth feels like an anomaly, precious in a way he struggles to comprehend.

You smile at him, a patient thing, and it does something to him–unsettles him in a way nothing else ever has. He swallows, his throat tight, and a lump forms in his chest. A sweet ache that catches him off guard.

When did he last feel like this? When did his heart become this scarred, cold thing?

He tries to recall a time when things were different–when he might have been more than this. Maybe when he was a boy, clinging to the idea of a mother he never truly knew. Maybe when he was younger, standing on the precipice of manhood, painfully shy and eager to please, before the weight of identity and responsibility stamped out everything soft inside him. But the memories are hazy, like looking through filmy glass, and he wonders if any of it was ever real at all.

“Sephiroth,” you say again, a half-plea that coaxes him from his thoughts.

His fingers rasp against your cheek, marveling at the smoothness of your skin. It’s as if he fears you might vanish, his touch hesitant, bordering on reverence. And for a moment, he’s not sure if he’s the one melting or if it’s you slipping through his grasp.

But his eyes search yours, and there’s something vulnerable there–something raw and unguarded that tells him that you’re just as affected as he is. He doesn’t have words for what he feels, yet he understands the importance. He’s trying to see through your eyes, to understand what it means to be like you, to imagine to keep your heart open and gentle in a world that’s cold and unforgiving.

Without thinking, he lowers his head to yours, the motion slow, deliberate. His lips hover in that space just inches from yours, and for a heartbeat, there’s a pause, a moment suspended in time as delicate and impermanent as the frozen streets around you. He wonders if this is what it’s like to be truly ordinary–to crave something so badly, to want to feel, even if it’s fleeting.

And then he kisses you.

It’s soft, tentative, as he tests the boundaries of something he doesn’t fully understand. It’s not the fierce, all-consuming kind of kiss he’s seen others share. No, this is different–more poignant, more careful. His lips press to yours, insistent and gentle, trying to memorize the feeling, to etch it to memory for later, so he might understand what it’s like to be close to someone without breaking them.

There’s a vulnerability to it, a quiet desperation that he doesn’t know how to express and so he pours it into the spot where your lips meet his. He’s been strong his whole life but this–this is something else. Something that makes him feel exposed like he’s standing on the edge of an abyss with no way of knowing what’s below.

He leans into you, hands winding into your hair to deepen the kiss, trying to ground himself in this strange new reality. Your mouth is warm, sweet–-overwhelming in its simplicity. For one mad moment, he wonders if this is what love feels like. If this agonizing ache, this sweet sharp pull, is what it means to truly care for someone.

When he pulls away, leaving both of you breathless, he feels a softness that wasn’t there before. He takes in the sight of your swollen lips, your eyes glazed over with desire and feels as though he’s seeing you for the first time. 

He presses his forehead to yours, savoring the air he gets to share with you, the warm, pleasant feeling in his chest.

“I’m not sure how to do any of this,” he admits, his voice thickened with something he can’t name. “If I’m even capable, but I want to try.”

He isn’t sure if he can love–-if he’s built for it. But in this moment, with you in his arms and the snow falling just for the two of you, he thinks that if he could, it would feel something like this.

[crisiscutie]

First Class boyos with amnesic s/o.

In the mood for an angst scenario, so here we go~!

Genesis: Where to begin? Ever since your memory loss, he drove himself to extremes to get you to remember everything about him, your relationship with him, and everything else important to you two. He has been referencing LOVELESS three times as much to cope with your memory loss since the last mission you two embarked on together. That book will not be moving away from your bedside anytime soon. With time, He’ll eventually back away, recognizing how much he is overburdening you and himself. He’ll express regret for his behavior, vowing that he’ll wait for as long as it takes for you to reclaim what was lost.

Sephiroth: He doesn’t let it show in front of others, but he is taking your amnesiac state HARD. Sephiroth cherishes his few bonds and does whatever he can to sustain them. Your memory loss will be a great blow to him. He won’t know what to do. He will try to stay close to you initially, but your condition will cause him great distress. Because of his troubled and wounded mind, he’ll become slightly distant towards you, though not because he blames you. It’s because he wants to stay strong for you. He’ll remain awake for countless nights, speculating if what happened could’ve been prevented or that it may be his fault. If only he was close enough to kill the one who hexed you or if he had you sit out the mission… Sephiroth will need the support and solace of his friends to help him endure this tumultuous journey in your relationship saga. But no matter what, he won’t abandon you.

Angeal: From the beginning, he is quiet and perceptive, he wants to learn all the details before he hurries to any conclusions. Expect him to handle matters cautiously. He’s just as pained as the other two would be about your memory loss, but he knows that being zealous and obsessed with your loss would do no good for anyone. He’d visit you between missions, providing you with whatever is necessary and occasionally, give you your favorite sweets you to make you  happier. Even if the curse the enemy put on you can’t be broken, he knows he can create new experiences with you at your own pace. It’d be a challenging journey, but he’ll stay by your side.

[aurorasgate]

as long as we're together

sephiroth x afab!reader | 3.4k+ words

warnings: an alternate ending to nibelheim, angst/comfort, afab reader but i didn't use any pronouns, pregnancy, he's a little scary and handles you not very gently but overall i wanted to try my take of seph losing his sanity being a mix of things like losing his friends, lack of sleep n water and meds he probably needs to be taking plus some jenova influence (he was really going through it), i don't think anything else but please let me know if i missed any tags!

there’s a ringing in your ears, somewhere between a joyful hum and the screeching break of the whole world around you. a perfect mirror to the whirlwind of emotions you’re feeling at the moment. 

this could not be fucking happening. not right now, at what you would consider quite literally the worst possible time in your whole life. and yet there’s an undeniable happiness, a flicker of light in the darkness. 

after all, was it not something so special to have a child with your beloved? the ultimate product of your love. a reason to hope. a lovely addition to the future you had dreamt of together. 

but there is nothing simple or ideal about the current situation you’re in. not when you’re in nibelheim with sephiroth and with how.. unusual he’s been acting since arriving and made worse by the fact he’s holed himself inside the shinra basement for more than two days now. reading and reading, never once looking up to answer your calls of his name or touching the food and water you’d left for him. 

it was a few short weeks ago, after losing angeal, the possibility of abandoning shinra became a matter of when between the two of you and when he had been assigned this mission, only days ago, he proposed that you leave after nibelheim.

you chalked your oncoming nausea and discomfort to stress. the anxiety of running from shinra and that you had no reason to believe they’d let sephiroth go so easily. the normal life you’ve longed for together almost within reach and yet so far away, with an entire blockade ready to stop you. or more likely, kill you. 

but of course that had been a naive assumption and you wouldn’t be surprised if the goddess was laughing at your foolishness now. waiting on her throne of the most vivid greens and enchanting flowers to see how this would all play out.

“- okay?”

zack’s voice pulls you from your thoughts and dulls the ringing in your ears. it’s then you notice too that you’ve made your way to shinra manor and the sun is in its last few moments of setting behind the mountains. by the way zack looks at you, a confused tilt to his head and worried puppy eyes, you think he’s tried to get your attention more than once. 

“zack.” forcing a smile you’re sure doesn’t meet your eyes, you find some comfort in his normality and presence. hoping, praying, he could do what you hadn’t been able to thus far. “any luck with sephiroth?”

“no.” his face drops, his blue mako eyes avoiding yours. “it’s like i'm not even there. he just keeps reading and muttering to himself about jenova and what we saw at the reactor.”

your chest aches horribly. what was going on.. what could you do to help him.. how could you help yourself? or the baby growing below your belly? taking in a deep breath of the cool, mako free air, you will yourself to calm. even if only a bit, hoping to lessen what your baby has to feel no matter how scary things were getting. 

“thank you for trying,” and you mean with all your heart. reaching out, you place a hand on his arm and try to let it ease you both. “i’m going to go talk to him.”

before your hand can pull away, zack grabs ahold of it, saying your name seriously. “i don’t know if that’s a good idea. sephiroth..” worrying his bottom lip through his teeth, he hesitates. like he doesn’t want to say whatever comes next. “he’s not himself at all. what if..” his grip on your hand tightens. “what if he hurts you? i know you can hold your own but he would never forgive me for letting you get hurt and i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself either. i can -“

“i’ll be fine.” your voice and eyes soften, a gentle reassurance to you both. “really.” no one could talk you from going down there. nothing could stop you from trying until you physically could not speak or move or breath. you believe sephirot would do the same for you. looking down, your next words are a whisper, meant for the life growing inside of you, “i can’t just do nothing.”

“but -“

“no ‘buts’ zack. he’s my husband. i have to.”

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night slowly settles in, chilling the unkept manor. the lights sephiroth had never let dim since diving into the records and books lining wall to ceiling are your guide to the one that holds your heart and the only source of warmth besides sephiroth himself. 

you pass by the tray of food you had left earlier today before heading to the clinic alone, untouched and now drooping on the plate. the water still completely full, just like every other glass you had tried to get him to drink without success. 

your heart is a wicked beating drum, loud enough you don’t doubt that sephiroth can hear it clear as day the closer you make it to him but you can’t stop it when your mind is racing. should you lay the truth on the table? use it to hopefully snap him out of this? or would it only make it worse. could you even do it? neither of you would ever have wanted to use your baby as a bargaining chip, as a means to do anything other than love them and give them the world. but if nothing else, he deserves to know. right..

resting on his knees, sephiroth looks like a man possessed as he hunches over the open book resting utop a stack of dozen or more. there’s an unusual greasiness to his usually pristine hair, dark circles under his emerald eyes that have a sheen of ferality to them that you’ve never seen before. proof that for days he’s done nothing but this and that with every book he reads, it takes more of his sanity with it. 

despite knowing he can hear you, your steps are quiet and when you approach him, kneeling down to be level with him, you place a gentle hand on his arm to alert him of your presence but he does nothing to acknowledge it. he continues to read, gliding his finger along the pages as he does. 

“sephiroth,” you call his name softly, reaching for his face with your other hand, trying to brush his messy bangs away from his face. 

before you can touch a strand of his silver locks, his large hand is wrapped around your wrist, tight and impatient, enough to be a subtle ache and catch you by surprise. 

“it’s okay,” you use the voice you had so many times before in the latest parts of the night when nightmares tore him from sleep. a warm promise that he’s not alone and never would be again. “it’s just me.”

for the first time since locking himself down here, sephiroth actually looks at you but the look in his eyes forms a lump in your throat in its unfamiliarity on his beautiful features; a stark contrast to the gentle man you knew him to be. especially towards you. 

“seph-“ 

his grip on you tightens to something more painful and in a flurry of inhumanly quick movements, you’re being pinned to the cold floor of the library, the dusty rug the only thing to cushion the impact. 

the stack of books falls at your side, their pages scattered open. his right arm keeps him hovering above you, caging you between his legs and under his board body. the long strands of his hair fall over his shoulders and tickle your skin as he stares down at you with a crazed edge to his features and the thin slits of his pupils. like he might devour you both right here and now. 

the most dangerous predator and his sweet, helpless, little prey. 

but you weren’t helpless. at least you didn’t think so. he had every bit of physical prowess over you, yes, but it’s one simple truth that keeps you from breaking underneath him no matter how much you don’t recognize the man in front of you. 

he won’t hurt me. he would never hurt me. you repeat the words in your mind, knowing it’s true.

“you need to sleep, my love. please.” you plead, not fighting the hold he has on your wrist, pinning it to the side of your head while your other hovers in the space between you. “this isn’t good for you.”

the smirk that spreads across his lips is unsettling and the laugh that follows is as though he pities you. it makes your heart constrict and your skin break out in chilling goosebumps. his voice is distant and low when he speaks, almost as if he’s muttering amusingly to himself. “as if you could know what i need.” 

“that's not true,” you try so badly to keep your calm but your voice still shakes. finally you let your free hand connect with him, a soothing press against his chest. “i’ll watch over you and cook you pumpkin soup when you wake up and then we can talk about all of this.”

sephiroths expression turns serious, his smile falling into something almost pained. “i’ve learned the most interesting things about myself.” he says, ignoring your words. again, it’s as though he’s talking to himself, recounting what he’s read. “my mother; an ancient, a steward of the planet. how they found her and exhumed her body from rock and used her to resurrect the ancients, which led to my conception. my.. creation.” the word seems to pain him further, making him close his eyes with force and draw his brows together. 

he lets go of your wrist in favor of reaching for his face as if the pressure of his fingers on his skull will help ease whatever it is that’s going on inside of him. it doesn’t seem to last long though. so quickly does it dissipate, the candle light surrounding the room growing brighter, letting you see clearly how his gloved hand is now only hiding a part of his terrifying smile and muffling a manic laugh.

“the crowning glory of professor gasts experiment.”

“you’re not an experiment or a creation!” you’re so quick and steadfast in your reply, refusing to accept anything else. you don’t want to let yourself give into the fear bubbling within you but some of it is so impossible to hold back. you can’t help the tears that stream down your cheeks or how your hands tremble when holding his face between your palms, forcing him to keep looking at you. “you are so much more than any of that.”

he doesn’t seem to feel the warmth from your palms, the truth in your words, or the sincerity in your eyes. every moment that passes he just feels farther and farther away.  

“you are right about that.” he says coldly. you aren’t sure exactly what he means but you know that he’s not taking your words like you intend, that there’s something more behind what he’s thinking. “and mother..” you watch as his pupils blow wide and shrink back, the mako in his eyes seeming to darken. like he truly is possessed. needing only one of his hands, his fingers coil around your wrists and tug your hands away as if they were nothing more than pestering flies. “she’s waiting for me.”

you have so many questions and no time to try to piece them together or try to answer them. not when it feels as though he’s slipping through your fingers like sand through a sieve. the heat of his body recedes, the weight of him, the aura of darkness around him, starts to lessen on your person but you can’t let him go. you wouldn’t give up on him. you can’t.

“sephiroth!” grabbing onto his coat, you hold on with all your might and try to stop him in his tracks but quickly find yourself once again pressed to the floor, staring into enraged cyan eyes, the glint of masamunes blade shining in your peripheral vision, right next to your head, and the sound of her sinking into concrete like nails on a chalkboard fills the room.

you’re pinned, pressed down by the weight of him and more strength than he had ever used with you before, completely unable to move from the hand that holds you down. 

he won’t hurt me. he won’t hurt me. 

“don’t try to stop me.” he seethes. 

“i will.” 

“a truly foolish decision.”

“maybe it is,” you can feel the tears still streaming down your cheeks, how hot the air in your lungs is. you can’t think straight - can never give up on him. “if you want to stop me you’ll have to kill me.” the words come out with all the conviction of your heart, fueled by your tears and never once do you break your gaze from his. a heartbeat passes, his hold on you growing in its strength until you think you’ll have bruises come tomorrow but there’s an undeniable flame in your eyes and it helps to steel yourself to say what may change the course of tonight entirely. “but know, in turn you’ll be killing our child too.. or at the very least leaving us both - is that right?”

“liar,” sephiroth growls through gritted teeth and with an expression you can’t quite make out when his eyes break away from yours and he uses his hair to shadow his visage but it feels like he’s fighting with himself. calling you a liar and yet not wanting to believe you actually are one. knowing you aren’t one.

“see for yourself. the paper with the test results are in my pocket or perhaps that soldier hearing of yours can already hear their heartbeat.” 

you don’t really know what you’re saying. for goddess sake you didn’t even know when a baby's heartbeat is able to be heard or how far along you are but you would have done anything to bring him back to you. to save him and your child. to show him that flicker of light in the darkness and take his hand so you could walk towards it, together.

on bated breath you wait for him to move and when he does, he lets go of his sword to take his head in his hand, grunting in more discomfort than before. his hand holding you down grows weaker too but you stay where you are, finding the rug underneath you beginning to warm from your body heat. 

it feels like so many long moments but after what was causing him pain starts to ease, his touch changes completely. 

forgoing the paperwork in your pocket, the fingers that held you down only moments ago are now a feather of a touch down your middle and takes care when lifting your shirt, helping you lift your back so it bunches and sit underneath your breasts. he slides on his knees to lower himself and uses his other hand for leverage until he’s able to rest his ear on the soft skin of your belly.

there’s so much comfort in the way he lays on you like this and so badly you want to relax as it attempts to wash over you, coax you to ease, but it’s not until both of his arms wrap around you, pressing him further into your stomach and lifting your middle off of the ground, and he sighs do you allow yourself to actually do so and take in your first steady breath.

the mess inside your head is hardly coming back together. some of it left worse as his words start to settle in and only leave more questions but the darkness once looming over you, ready to take everything from you, to snuff out that small flicker of hope, starts to recede. slowly but surely you feel it draw back into the shadows, the life in your womb the source of light forcing it to stay there. protecting both you and sephiroth.

over the minutes that pass while you’re kept in the awkward position your tears begin to subside, every breath a bit calmer than the last. he’s okay. we’re okay. everything else aside, so long as you two were by each other's side, everything was going to be okay.

when sephiroth breaks the silence between you, his shakey words akin to something much more familiar to the man you love and yet laced with a new emotion you aren’t sure you have a name for and raises your anxiety in completely different ways.

“there are two of them.”

“what..”

he holds you ever closer. “two little heart beats..”

in the fully lit basement, there is no telling how much time has passed since sephiroth succumbed to sleep while listening to the beating hearts in your womb. this space on the dusty rug becoming a temporary haven for him to rest at, where he’d be totally and completely safe and where you could watch over him like you had promised.

your hands had found their way into his hair, for hours combing through the tangles and knots that had developed over the last few days and scratching at his scalp gently with the tips of your fingers until they’re too tired to continue and simply rest on him instead. in his sleep, you can hear barely coherent murmurs of your name from his lips and feel the warmth of his breath seeping into your skin as the hours pass. 

at some moments, when you let yourself bask in bliss and relief, everything that happened before might have seemed like a bad dream had it not been for masamune still shining next to your face. you wouldn’t have been able to sleep regardless, you’re certain the only reason sephiroth had is because he physically could not stay awake any longer, but the way his sword lingers over you does little to help you in that aspect. 

instead you focus on the other side of the door, the hallway you can only see a bit of out from your place on your the ground, books with disturbed dust and others untouched, the outward point of sephiroths nose, his long dark lashes, your fingers threaded through his silver hair and the twin babies resting in your belly below him.

when he finally does stir, he hardly rubs the sleep from his eyes or sits up completely before he’s lifting you off of the ground and into his arms, the defined muscles of his body softer than the rug and concrete below it, warmer, your personal haven where you were safe from anything.

“let’s leave this place - shinra,” he says against the crown of your head, voice thick with tiredness but resolute in his decision.

you could almost laugh from how relief hits you like a train, clinging on to your promise, your dream of a normal life that seems closer than ever. “after you’ve had some water and a meal, yeah?”

“no.” it’s not often that sephiroth denies you and it comes out harsher than he intended but he’s quick to bring you closer, pressing his forehead to yours now, holding you like how he spoke to you, not doing as you wish, might make you push him away. he speaks much more gently now, so close you can feel the warmth of his words on your lips. “i will, as soon as we’re far away from here.”

“but seph-”

“forgive me.” you don’t know he means for everything leading up to this or for not giving into what you wanted now. perhaps both.

sephiroth stands, cradling you in his arms and keeping you securely against his chest. wrapping your arms around his neck and ready to hold him to his promise as soon as possible, you only have one question. 

“what about zack?”

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zack wasn’t sure how much time to give you before venturing back down into the basement. he hadn’t heard anything or seen the lights change but after so long without either you or sephiroth returning, he didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. 

the night passes and into the early morning he makes his way back into the basement. not at all expecting to find it messier than before with a rip in the otherwise put together rug, books strewn across the floor and completely devoid of the two people he expected to find.

on the desk, resting below a flickering candle a folded note catches his attention and he’s quick to unfold it, scanning over the words and recognizing his friends handwriting despite the note being unsigned. 

‘zack, thank you for everything.’

[raayasrawrs]

sephiroth easing you onto it 💌 pre nibelheim pov

fem!reader x sephiroth - nsfw

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sephiroth was leaned back against the headboard, his hands were on your hips, keeping you steady as you hovered above him. your hands over his chest, bracing yourself against him.

"seph, i dunno..."

you muttered, looking up to see his mako tinged eyes already gazing into yours. he was big, and riding him was a new thing to you.

"i'm right here for you to lean on, i've got you."

he whispered to you, his voice carrying that alluring tone you knew so well, something soft underneath it.

you shuddered, lowering yourself, as he helped you line yourself up with his precum soaked length. he coated himself in your slick, before his other hand guided your hips down on him slowly. as you slid down on him, the stretch making you gasp.

his grip on your hip tightened slightly, a sharp inhale coming from him.

"there, just like that." he praised, his voice lower, carrying that rasp with it, a tone that made your mind go fuzzy.

you leaned against him, hands over his chest as you continued lowering yourself down. you felt the stretch, that little burning sensation from how big he was. you made it down, sitting in his lap. he was so deep, it felt like he was prodding at your stomach.

he let out a deep groan, seeing and feeling you bottom out. he saw himself bulge out of you, and held onto your hips tight to try and steady himself. you were panting, trying to adjust to his feel. slowly starting to move, grinding on him, a moan escaping your lips that rung through sephiroths head in the most taunting way.

lifting yourself up more and more, falling back down on him, he filled you completely. his hands moved with your hips, giving you that bit of support. he couldn't help but stare, the way your tits bounced with your every move, one of his hands creeping up to cup you.

your moans filled his ears, making his dick twitch inside you; his head fell back in pleasure as you picked up your pace, your thighs burning from the ride. his hips bucked up to meet yours, a deep, throaty groan coming from him, contrasting your whimpers.

"fuck, you're so tight." he hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into your skin, little crescents left behind. your back arched, head falling to his shoulder as you grinded against him. getting so high up on him just to let yourself fall back down onto him. obscene, filthy, wet sounds filled the room, your skin meeting as he thrusted upwards each time you slid back down on him.

panting filled the room, your nails digging into the broad shoulders you braced yourself against, your forehead against his shoulder as you rode him, your walls flush, tight against his cock. his grip tightened, slamming your hips down against his own, a cry coming from you.

"fuck, seph!" you sobbed against his neck.

he moaned at the noise, his rhythm matching your own, his hands only adding force to your movements. a familiar knot started tying in your stomach, threatening to snap at any second.

he pushed you up, "i wanna see your face, fuck— he growled, when you cum."

you nodded feverishly, slamming down against him as fast as your body could. his eyes low, staring into yours as you rode him, watching your face contort as you got closer, entranced by all your little moans, the way your curves fell against him, all of it.

"let go for me, huh?" he hissed, trying to hold on, always making you cum first.

he moved his hand down, his thumb hitting your clit, rubbing on it in taunting little circles. the air left your lungs, you couldn't hold back the moans that hung in your throat.

"fuck, fuck it's so good." you were gasping, relishing in the feel of his touch.

he cursed under his breath, watching at your face scrunch up, the way your cunt tightened around him, the knot in your stomach snapping with a sob. you were so tight around him, your orgasm snapping through you.

his cock twitched inside you, seeping with precum. he practically moved you himself, before he slammed you down on his dick, he came. he groaned a deep, gutteral groan as hot, thick ropes coated you, you could feel every pump from his cock that spilt cum inside of you, filling you up.

you fell against him, your pants hitting his neck hot and heavy. his grip on you loosened, his hands moving to your waist, arms wrapping around you.

"you did so good for me." he muttered into your hair, holding you as if you'd slip through his fingers at any second.

"now, let's get you cleaned up, huh?" he chuckled lightly. sitting up fully, he kept you in his arms.

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part two coming along :3

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