#ff7 smut

[darkkissdiary]

when i discovered i could read stories about having sex with my fictional husbands

[baroupurin]

━╋ cw : smut , oral (m) receiving , slightly submissive (m) , cursing , fem reader . .

men who are DEVOTED munchers becoming a stuttering mess when you ask to give them head… they look at you like you just asked the most incredulous question in existence. you? give him head? right now? he’s so used to servicing you— the thought of you giving him head already had him shamefully twitching in his pants and dizzy.

“are you sure, my love? no, i mean, you don’t need to… i mean—”

poor baby can barely put a sentence together even before the touching has even happened. don’t get him wrong, it’s not that he doesn’t want it. he’s indulged— matter of fact, he’s stroked a few ones out at the thought of you sucking him off. on your knees, pretty glossy doe eyes looking up at him while you struggle to take all of him in your mouth. it’s just that he’s always been a little shy. too embarrassed to ask you. it’s pathetic— hilarious even that a burly, bulking man of his stature couldn’t bring himself to ask his darling little wife something so simple. he was devoted to you. the man worshipped you. he knew his purpose. it was clear as day in fact. to service and care for you. to follow you like the smitten fool he was. he knew that he was meant for nothing else the moment he had laid his eyes on you. he was yours.

your husband’s putty once you begin leaving behind the softest of kisses down his chest and trembling stomach. the smell of his skin and the hushed whimpers every once in a while leaving his pretty lips dulling your senses. you had to pull away to admire the sight— your hungry eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of your man. the contour of his prominent muscles; the number of ruthless hours he’d managed to put into training never failed to impress you. the tank he wore now bunched up and resting on the swell of his pecs; buds glossed over with drool while his chest heaved with every shuddering breath he took, and god, the trail of thick hair leading down to his veiny lower abdomen.

he’s practically a pathetic puddle of moans and drool while you attempt to push another inch of his twitching length down your throat minutes later, the tuft of hair on his abdomen tickling your nose as your mouth painfully stretches to take in his fat girth. your tousled hair not going unnoticed as he begins to comb it back, chivalrous as ever while he holds it back with one shaky hand, the other draped over his burning face.

“ah, hnng..! fuuuuck… just—just like that, pretty…”

he drools out, a fucked out mess of groans and praises just for you as he bucks his shaky hips into your mouth involuntarily, apologizing hastily at the sound of your gagging. but oh, how you could practically live off this rare sight. your panties soaking wet at the sight of your husband selfishly chasing his high. you suck in your tear stained cheeks, hallowing them out as his fat leaky tip hits the back of your throat. you were no better than him; a slobbering, gagging perverted mess as you begin to massage and stroke the base of his wet cock.

“gonna… oh— oh, god… don’t… please, baby, i’m gonna…”

he strains out, his hips twitching up as his head presses back against the arm of the couch, his bulging biceps flexing from the iron grip he has on your hair as he thrusts into your mouth once more. you pull away from his thick girth to catch your breath, eliciting a whine that you swore had you ascending. sticky gloss and spit trailing down his cock and connecting from your lips as you push his cock against his tense stomach to lick at the veiny underside. you allow the tip of your tongue to massage against a vein before leaving behind sloppy kisses at the thick shaft down to his twitching balls. he jolts forward in shock, heels digging into the plush surface of the couch. the veins straining underneath the thin skin of his large hands, almost like they were ready to burst with how tight he fingers were interlocked with the roots of your hair.

he can barely control himself, at this point mindlessly babbling on about how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you, how close he is to cumming. you begin to massage the base of his sticky cock once more before sliding the wet shaft past your lips, slurping shamelessly as you begin to bob your head back up and down. it doesn’t take another second before he shoots his thick load right down your warm, wet cavern. riding out his orgasm as you massage and you pull your head up with a pop, gasping for air as he begins to wipe at your mouth, praising you for taking him so well. he definitely didn’t mind a bit of spoiling here and there. especially from you.

⟢ reiner, erwin, choso, nanami, sendou, niou, noel, tokimitsu, yukimiya, diluc, sanji, zack, aki, vash, gris, sanemi + your favs . . (〃ω〃)

ᣟ៹ ❤︎៝ : first smut sweats .. can you tell i’m a sucker for big men who turn into a whimpering mess for you i’m sorry for any spelling mistakes in advance… i’ll check later after class !! （＾ω＾）

[boonkiiboo]

! nsfw cloud strife x reader

imagining a touchstarved cloud who's entered a relationship, but doesn't know how to communicate what he wants from you, what he needs from you.

he does try, he hints and tries to make you understand his needs, but he simply can't do it, he's not used to it.

he doesn't know how to tell you that he wants to be selfish, that he wants you to touch and love him.

once you finally caught onto his silent plea you confided in him and offered to give him a hand. he cancelled his plans and cleared his schedule which lead to the two of you in his room, his back pressed against your chest as your hand slowly jerks him off.

his head lolls back, resting on your shoulders as your slick hands slowly stroke up and down his throbbing cock. he groans and twitches, shirt between his teeth as his eyes flutter shut.

his fingers grip onto your thighs, the sounds of his wet clock slipping through your palms sinful. he arches his back whilst eyebrows furrow at the feeling of your lips pressing against his ear.

"look at you..fuck."

he lets a small whine leave his plush lips, pink and raw from biting it whilst your other hand trickles down to the leaking tip of his dick.

your hands swirl around the tip, fisting over the top before dragging down. you coo in his ear, your spare hand trailing down his chest and under his shirt, your thumb finding and rubbing against his pert nipple which evokes a groan out of his mouth.

"you're such a good boy hm."

he writhes, cock twitching in your hand as he ruts his cock against your hand, eyes shut tight as he chases his high. his hand grips your thigh again at the feeling of his core tightening up.

your hand leaves his chest, cupping his balls as you jerk him off quicker, your lips kissing down his neck as he loses himself at the feeling of your wet hands.

his hips move faster, the curses leaving his mouth getting faster and faster, climbing octaves before his body shudders. he cums into your hand, his thick cum dripping off his cock and onto his stomach as he struggles to catch his breath.

his breath hitches, hair stuck to his forehead as he babbles out,

"'m gonna cum c 'm gonna fucking cum baby—"

he looks down at your hand, face flushed as he lets out a quiet "fuck" before throwing his head back against your shoulder.

hiss cock twitches up brushing against his stomach, his eyes flutter open as your palm brushes past his tip, where a small flow of precum dribbles out.

[lilacgrayskies]

☁︎⋅ (18+) cloud has a praise kink

cloud loved hearing positive affirmations from those around him. growing up, he was never really noticed by anyone, always hiding in the shadows. now, he did everything in his power to be seen. to be appreciated and be considered as a person worth keeping around.

he went out of his way to prove, without a doubt, that he was the best of the best. anything just to hear a “good job, cloud!” or a “wow, you’re so cool, cloud!” 

but this? this was different.

“you feel so good, baby,” you moaned, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist, keeping him flush against you. 

cloud’s entire body froze, the rigid muscles of his back locking up. his senses were overwhelmed by how tight you were, how sweet those words sounded coming out of your mouth. he swore he could feel his dick pulse inside you, growing even harder, threatening to fill you up within the first minute.

“d-don’t say that,” he whimpered.

his large, calloused hands clamped down on your hips. a mix of holding you still and trying to keep himself together.

but any hope of restraint evaporated once you carded your fingers through his hair. your touch was gentle, your fingertips lightly brushing against his sensitive scalp. the unfamiliar soothing feeling made his spine shiver. 

the stiff spikes of his hair came loose in your hands. they softened and fell in heavy tufts around his face, framing his flushed cheeks.

“but you’re so deep~,” you nuzzled affectionately against his jawline, deliberately bucking your hips up into his. “I love it…I love how you make me feel.”

your words were like sweet honey. he let out a pathetic, desperate whine right into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. then, his entire body went rigid, his muscles tensing as his orgasm caught him off guard. he bucked into you once, twice, thrusting in deep as he filled you up.

“did you just come?” you asked, incredulous.

slowly, trembling from exhaustion, cloud lifted his head to look down at you. his cheeks were a soft pink and his mako-blue eyes were hooded with pleasure. his breathing was heavy, as if he just completed a lap around the slums.

“I can go again,” he insisted. “just…give me a sec…”

“aww, did you come because of me?” you giggled, making him blush. you cupped his face, looking into his dazed eyes. “my good boy~”

cloud’s head bowed like an obedient dog, his eyes falling closed as a shudder ran through him. you can feel his cock hardening instantly inside you. his hands gripped your hips with a renewed strength as he began thrusting again. each thrust was heavy and urgent, drawing a sharp moan from your lips.

“say it again,” he mumbled against your skin.

“nnghh…! c-cloud!” you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders. your cunt clenched around him mercilessly as his lips latched onto your neck.

“say it,” he whined, almost begging as his thrusts grew desperate. he needed to hear it.

“y-you’re…my good boy,” you breathed out.

cloud melted into you as he lost himself in the sensation of filling you up again. the heat of his first load was already dripping out, frothing at the gase of his cock. you came seconds later, a high-pitched squeal escaping your lips as you clamped around him.

as you caught your breath, cloud peppered your face with kisses.

“again?” he murmured.

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{dividers from @/cursed-carmine}

[sh1-n0bu]

𝕟𝕠𝕓𝕦’𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕗 2025

day 5: honeymoon w/ VINCENT VALENTINE from FF7R!

warnings: dom reader/sub character, honeymoon fucking, porn with plot, angst, old people fluff, emotionally stunted vincent my beloved, blowjob, deepthroating, praise, body worship, handjob, alcohol and cigarette consumption, mentions of past failed relationships & slight body horror, drunk sex, reader is around vincent’s age and was a former SOLDIER, not exactly married, just two dumbasses playing around their feelings so sort of an accidental confession?

w.c: 3.5k

notes: this was actually supposed to be with barret but then my favoritism won. im sorry yall😔

“are you two married or something?”

the question popped up out of nowhere and the way aerith just dropped the question, paired with a cute smug face, was not helping the situation at all. the young woman seemed ready to dive into your personal life and learn all about the 30 years of long history between you both, eagerly awaiting an answer while tifa sighed and shook her head in the background.

when vincent first joined avalanche with a personal grudge in mind, he was the most silent person around besides him. sitting at the far back, in the corners, hiding away whenever he could and only holding a conversation with barely handful of words used. and yet when you decided to tag along for “the shits and giggles” as you said, vincent had been more… social.

mostly with you or cid, but the fact vincent valentine started to hold conversations more, not linger in the background and even actively stay in the main room to share drinks together after an ass-kicking was undeniably present. the broody man seemed to just hover around you, perpetually hunched hunk of a mass lingering near you like a shadow, always ending up reminiscing of your old days of working for shinra.

it was a surprise to the team to find out you were once a soldier for shinra around the same time vincent was a turk. someone who was as wild, carefree and rebellious like you bending to the will of a greedy corporation just felt… out of character. peculiar. unlikely. but the faded black and white photo you pulled out from your wallet proved it. you and vincent, side by side, much younger and softer without the cold glare life had planted in your eyes and certainly breaking the rules by not wearing the standard issued uniform.

either way, the second most silent member of avalanche had noticed something else on the two of your persons. a red piece of cloth — eerily similar to the material and color of vincent’s bandana — wrapped around the handle of your ōdachi style sword, and three headed dog keychain jingling from the butt of vincent’s gun.

the red cloth around your weapon handle, that could be explained by the simple “you being you” and your love for eccentric, popping bright colors. but the keychain on vincent was one that was hard to explain. the man was as dead as a corpse rotting away at the nearest hole in the earth and perhaps even as cold as one, if not colder, yet here he was donning a charm on the end of his threatening weapon, letting the weirdly cute thing jingle around whenever he whipped the weapon out to twirl it in the air with a dramatic flourish before firing with a loud BANG!.

there were just small pieces of you two on each other so much to the point that a drunk cid had accidentally mistaken one of you for the other at the bar. not so surprising considering the both of you enjoyed wearing a seemingly matching shades of red, long outer wears. something aerith and cait sith cooed out about it being ‘old couple cutesy-dudesy’. words vincent grunts loudly at while you merely grin and play along, goading the younger ones into believing you could very much potentially be an item and not just some old work buddies. the younger ones eat it up every time.

standing atop the roof of the chocobo farm, you enjoy your privacy as the thin cigarette in your hold warms your cold fingers. the sky was clear this night, indicating a good clear, sunny day all day tomorrow. it would be a good day to head out in your opinion. to make way towards the next town. even with the door leading to the stairs that took you down to the second and first floors of the farm house was closed shut, you could hear some of the music blasting, the loud cheers and calls for singing along to the party song. they sure as hell had a lot of stamina when it came to partying, you have realized. something good ol’ vinnie and you can’t exactly seem to keep up with now that you were both pushing your 60s.

“i thought i told you to drop that bad habit of yours” the low timbre of vincent’s voice scared you for a moment, making you jolt where you had been leaning against the rails.

”by the dead, make some noises when you’re creeping around next time, will you? nearly made me drop my cigarette and start a fire” you complained under your breath, leaning back away from the railings so at least you won’t be dropping the lit ciggy to the grass. the fright left quickly, replaced by some anxiousness and the need to defend yourself filling its spot as vincent raised a brow at you, staring at the cancer stick in your hold and to your face. there was slight pink on your cheeks — either from the alcohol you’ve chugged earlier when competing against barret or from the chill winds, he doesn’t know — a pink that he uncharacteristically found endearing.

”a whole decade of scolding your ears off about your stupid habits and yet you still have yet to let it go. are you really this dumb or should i scold you for a few more decades as well?” the former turk grumbled, clearly disappointed to see you with a lit cigarette in hand. and yet he reached out all the same, taking the stick from your loose hold to take a slow inhale himself. the warm orange glow lit his face in warm colors, giving more eerie colors to the lone red glow of his right eye. but the effects of hojo’s doings or chaos being infused into his body never scared you. in fact, you liked him even more with the eerie eye glows and uncontrollable growls and rare purrs.

”you say that yet look at you, doing the same mistakes as me” huffing at the unfairness he brought to you, you wait as he puffs out the smoke in one slow exhale, taking the cigarette away from you when you held out a hand expectantly. his refusal to hand you your cigarette back left you huffing at him, the petulant look on your face making vincent grin as he dodges your attempts to take the tobacco back. sooner or later, you would start ranting about the unfairness of his long limbs and stealing things that were not his.

4, 3, 2 —

“vinnie, i swear by gaia” ah, there it was. that little grumble of a ’threat’ you give him before full on out throwing your body at him to get back whatever it may be that you had lost to him.

”you’re going to ask for your cigarette back, and if i say ‘no’ — which we both know that i will — you’ll throw yourself at me?” and there it was again, that little twitch in your brows and the way you run your tongue over your fangs in hopes of holding back your words. he had you all figured out, after all. a whole 30 years had passed since you went your separate ways and yet you still act the same way. nothing about you had changed except for the few strands of grey from stress of shinra and having to deal with the young ones at avalanche now, and the smile lines around your eyes and lips.

you had already gotten grey hairs and yet he wasn’t around to witness them, vincent realized, feeling a sense of failure at the way he had just seemingly left you out of nowhere to deal with life and shinra all alone by yourself. what good was there to him in the first place? first failing to keep lucrecia safe, then failing to keep her son safe and now failing you. he always failed those closest to him, didn’t he? choosing to run and hide away because he was dealing with some shit, forgetting that those around him were dealing with their own demons too.

such a failure—

“vincent” blinking, shaking his head to clear out his thoughts at least for this night, the lone glow of his eye turned to look at you. you had your cigarette back in hand, but the tobacco roll seemed to be the least of your worries as you stood by his side, holding him by the arm as if to stabilize him. or had you heard his inner turmoil? that would be embarrassing. you were already dealing with the drawback symptoms of mako injections and yet his selfish idiocy would force you to look after him as well. no, this time, he’ll be the one to look after you. this time, you can lay your head on him and rest.

gloved hand grasping at your bare one, his bigger hand wrapped like a protective embrace around the scarred and marred one of yours. burnt from years of handling lighters and zippos, scarred from the decades of serving under shinra, left calloused from the countless battles. squeezing your hand as if to convince himself, vincent took his time to drink in your visage.

ah, how much you had changed and yet how so little as well.

there was a certain heaviness in your gait now, a droop to your shoulders that did not fit someone as bright and confident as you, and shadows that seemed to cling even with the full moon shining down just for you. you have changed, but vincent wanted to be by your side all the same.

”i’m fine, [name]” grumbling low at the back of his throat, the former turk’s gaze never leave the sight of you in all your current glory, taking his time to stare at every stress lines, every laugh lines, every strand of hair that was on the process of going grey greedily for he had not seen you for the past near 30 years. and he had remembered with a sudden start that yes, he had missed you. he had missed his closest friend, his companion, the only one who had been the one constant in his life.

vincent valentine had missed his [name].

”just… reminiscing” another squeeze to your hand, but this time, you returned his shy touches back at him, holding his hand tighter in your hold as if he would leave you again, just like that day 30 years ago.

”mmh.. either way, i’m glad to have you back here with me, vinnie”

”…i’m glad to be back by your side too, [name]”

“you know that you don’t have to do this unless you really want to, right? i wouldn’t want you growing uncomfortable around me just because we’re a little tipsy and ditzy right now”

“i know that, [name]” vincent muttered against your lips when you pulled back just enough to make sure for the nth time that he was okay with doing this, chasing afterwards to silence your charming drunk rambles. you would have never guessed how touch starved your idiot was until now, with him climbing up to straddle your lap, the golden claws of his gauntlet leaving bits and pieces of tears in your shirt, right where they fisted at the collar of your clothes.

”i’m just…” mumbling against your lips, the chapped lips of his stole a few more kisses before reluctantly puling away from your lips, looking down at himself where the clasps of his cloak had been undone to give you more skin to gnaw at. fingering one of the many buckles that held the leather skin tight around himself, vincent hesitates about what to do or say to you.

of course, you had already seen the horrors hojo had left behind on his skin; the healed autopsy scar with its thick stitches and bunched up flesh, inner elbow of his where the old scars of hundreds or so needles had pierced to keep him tethering to life while his body is cut open again and again to force chaos and protomateria inside him. you held no qualms about the scars he carried, saying that you had your own scars too and all didn’t matter in the end because vincent was still vincent to you. scars and all.

but, he still felt a sense of reluctance when it came to taking the leather off. something about baring himself whole to you again, in such a vulnerable state, made him feel… something. anger at having shown you marks of his weakest moments? shame for letting your sharp mind realize that he is still yet to come to accept the changes chaos made to his body? embarrassed because he was so desperate to feel your touch on him?

vision spinning and rolling around, vincent didn’t realize his bigger physique had been successfully flipped around so that he would be the one to lie on his back atop the soft cushions of your room until he saw your stupid grinning face shining down on him. ah, he had let down his guard again, and you had taken the chance to make a fool out of him. but if this happens every time only when he is with you, vincent held no complaints.

”how about we take it one step at a time, v? let me take the lead this time and we’ll figure out what you like, yeah?” leaning over him, you pepper kisses on his flushed cheeks, making chaos rumble deep in his chest like an overgrown spoiled cat under your care.

humming instead and telling chaos to shut up in his consciousness, vincent helps you takeoff his pants when your finger tugged at its hem. lifting up his hips, allowing you to take off the leather clothing, followed by his boxers that had an embarrassing small spot of wetness on the front, valentine hid his face behind his hands at the look on your face. one filled with so much love and tenderness, it made his stomach grow warm and mind grow dazed. he couldn’t bring himself to look down at you, not when you were peppering old gun shot wounds on his thighs with such care.

“you’re so pretty, vinnie. it makes me jealous sometimes, looking at your gorgeous figure and handsome face” mumbling words against his skin, dragging your lips over the new and old wounds, there was heat on his cheeks and ears. he knew he was flushing red like some idiot, swayed by some few words that you whispered against his flesh as if carving your convictions of his beauty into his soul.

”don’t—“ breath hitching, the former turk curses himself out in his mind at how whiny his words came out just now. you were a disease to him, did you knew that? even worse than chaos or the materia in him, like some tiny sentient liquid of poison that traveled into his heart whenever you wanted.

”don’t say useless things like that” swallowing down the moan that threatened to escape, vincent fists his hands into his hair, hoping the tugging pain into his scalp would distract him from the shameful feeling of his cock slowly twitching to life.

”but i’m being genuine here, vincent. you’re beautiful to me and i appreciate every moment we’ve spent together. and i would never regret anything that is between us” trailing kisses down his rising and falling stomach, he could feel you paying closer attention to the end of the autopsy scar there before turning to kiss the tip of his cock. the embarrassment he felt could be enough to kill him at this point, and vincent low-key wished it would choke him to his early grave right here and now.

”i will never regret you”

a sharp gasp tears through the tortured man’s mouth, letting go of his hold on his hair to look down at you between his legs, mouth swallowing his now hard cock slowly, inch by inch until he could feel his own tip nudging your throat all the way inside. choking on his saliva, vincent wanted to push your head off of himself. too tight, too warm, vincent was sure he was losing his mind and that his cock was melting into a puddy in your throat if it hadn’t been for the small outline he could see through your hollowed out cheeks.

”d-don’t! speak with your mouth full you-oughh.. mmhg ffffuck—!” throwing his head back, the soft bounce of the mattress made his head swim. paired with how you hummed around his dick, making his legs twitch violently, vincent was already growing short on breath as he panted like a dog. the choked out groans and the occasional breathy whimper that left him didn’t sound like him at all. vincent sounded like a stranger to his own ears.

“nnngh.. ha-aaagh [n-name], sloouwwh.. slow down a-a bit..♡︎~” whimpering, he hadn’t even realized that he was letting out the most pathetic sounds of his life when your hand patted against his own, lacing your fingers together. he could only choke on his noises, briefly raising his head up to look down at where you had gotten yourself so comfortable between his thighs. that soft look in your eyes while you damn near milked his soul dry made his ears burn up again, hiding behind his free arm just as quickly as he had peered up to stare at you.

vincent can’t bring himself to look again, in fear that it would be the last push, making his already weak will against you crumble entirely and cum down your throat. in shame, the old friend of yours tries to hold himself back as much as he could. stomach rising and falling in quick repetitions, the hand you’ve laced together squeezing around your fingers tightly, tugging and legs jerking in threat of closing around your head. a strange tasting pre dripped down your mouth, leaving behind trails of himself inside you already. had he known he was already breaking in your hold, you’re sure your idiot of an old co-worker would have made a sweet noise that did not fit his image.

trying to speak his name, to try and comfort him that it was okay to lose himself, you caress the inside of his thigh with your free hand. the constant vibrations your mouthful of talking made around his cock was the last straw. pulling his leg away, feeling himself sweat under his leather top, the red eyed man choked on his own moan when he felt his tip nudge against your throat, spilling himself down your mouth with a weak, pitiful whine that could be mistaken as your name.

perhaps it had something to do with him not longer being a human, but when the former turk came, he spilled a good amount of load. enough to make you pull away without being able to swallow all of them. cooing out some words of encouragement, your tight fist strokes him through his high, making his legs shake under the sudden strain.

”e-enouughh.. [n-name], that aagh hagh.. that’s enough..” pawing weakly at your wrist, you hum at his words before eventually letting goof your grip around his softening dick that spurted out the last few drops of his cum.

”feel better?” you ask him quietly, lying down on top of him with your full weight, knowing that he liked the heaviness that helps to ground his mind to reality. vincent’s breath was still jittery, yet to truly come down from his orgasm high. until he does, you decide to just wait for him, peppering more kisses on the small slip of skin where his top clasp that was undone.

”..y-yeah… uuhmg. all go-ood”

“has everyone packed everything? we will not be coming back if one of you forgot something behind, y’all know that right? gasoline is expensive around these parts” cid does his own little version of a roll call, standing on the top of the stairs that led to the inside of his aircraft.

some of the group called back out full of energy, some merely grunted groggily, their last night party hangover still yet to leave. some dug through their bags, mumbling under their breaths about making sure everything was indeed packed. you were of the last group, brows furrowed as you felt that empty feeling in your head that just screamed you forgot something. whatever it may be.

”uhhh, i think i might be missing something. let me just check my room real qui—“

”your gloves” vincent called out from behind you, the pair of old, worn out leather pair in his own gloved hand that he held out for you. ah, you probably left it behind while packing your things in your early morning haze. the leftover alcohol in your system clearly didn’t help.

”ah, right. sorry” holding your hand up, you feel the slight weight it gives as vincent places it in your grasp, his hand wrapping your fist around them and lingering for a moment bit too longer.

”if you leave it again, i’ll find them for you” the glow in his eye seemed to burn just a bit brighter when he said his promise, gloved hand pulling away from yours with the warmth left wrapped behind yours still.

and you made sure to glare at a few of the younglings who snickered at the background.

[blushingmateria]

☁︎𝜗𝜚 One Too Many | Cloud Strife 𝜗𝜚☁︎

-18+ content ahead minors please do not interact-

Pairing: Cloud Strife x female reader

Summary: After a night of drinks at Seventh Heaven, the rest of Avalanche drift home one by one until you and Cloud are left alone. Drunk and overconfident, you confess the feelings you’ve kept hidden, and though Cloud tries to restrain himself, his walls crumble.

Warnings: Loss of male virginity, explicit sexual content (graphic depictions of foreplay, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), and p in v sex), unprotected sex, alcohol consumption/intoxication, cursing, creampie...

(this was briefly proofread so i apologize if i missed anything!)

Word Count: 3.9k

The night had stretched on longer than anyone planned. Seventh Heaven was a mess - empty glasses everywhere, half-drunk beers abandoned on the counter. The whole place still buzzed with leftover laughter. Barret was the first to leave, grumbling something about ‘being too old for this shit’, next was Jessie, then Tifa, then Biggs and Wedge, then finally Aerith. 

“Well guys, don’t have too much fun without us!” She winked before turning to leave. 

That left you and Cloud at the bar. Alone. 

You weren’t exactly the picture of poise with your elbows propped against the counter as you tried to keep your head from reeling. The alcohol left your cheeks flushed and eyes glassy, a loose smile plastered on your face, everything was twice as funny with the whiskey flowing through your veins. 

Cloud, of course, was composed as ever. Looking almost statuesque as he sat on the barstool. But even his reserved nature couldn’t hide the pink dusting his cheeks and the slight haze in his eyes. His arms were folded across his chest, the Buster Sword leaning against the wall beside him. 

“You’re impossible,” you mutter out with a laugh, tilting your head towards him. “I’ve had what? Two or three drinks, and I’m already like this. You have just as many. and you’re still sitting there like… like some stoic statue.” 

Cloud’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile evident on his pink lips before he reached for his glass. “Guess I’m used to keeping it together,” he said, voice low, almost amused. 

You let out a slightly over dramatic sigh and leaned in a little closer, your shoulder brushing against his toned arm. “Of course you are. You’re always keeping it together. You’re always… I dunno. Protecting everyone. Holding the weight of the planet on your shoulders and here I am,” you hiccuped softly, then giggled again, “can’t even handle my drinks.” 

That made him look at you, like really look at you. You swore you could see his ears turn pink and his pupils dilate. He cleared his throat and looked away from you. “Don’t say things like that when you’re drunk.”

“Why not?” you teased, tilting your head and batting your lashes at him. Your hazy gaze lingered on him, softer than you intended. “It’s true though, Cloud. You’re a hero. My hero.”

The words slipped out from your mouth before you could even process them but they were honest. 

Cloud stiffened. Long fingers tightening around his glass, his jaw shifting like he wasn’t sure whether to retreat or argue. His silence stretched, before saying, “... You should drink some water.” 

Cloud stood first, his chair screeching against the wooden floorboards of the bar. He fetched his sword and fastened it onto his back. He reached for your whiskey glass, grabbing it from your hands giving you no time to protest. 

“You’ve had enough.” His tone was firm, almost protective. 

You pouted, and crossed your arms, “Bossy.” 

“C’mon,” he said, ignoring your complaint. “I’ll walk you upstairs.” 

It wasn’t really up for debate, his hand was already grasping your elbow, steadying you as you clumsily slid off the bar stool. Your legs wobbled like you’d forgotten how to use them, and you stumbled into him with a breathless laugh. 

“See?” Cloud muttered, catching you against his hard chest. His body was warm, solid, and smelled faintly of leather and whiskey. “You’d never make it on your own.”

“I could,” you insisted, even as you clung onto the fabric of his shirt. “Eventually. Probably.”

He sighed, that same quiet exasperated sound that always seemed to hide something softer. With a firm guiding hand at the small of your back, he steered you towards the stairs. Each step creaked with your combined weight as you leaned into him, your head brushing his shoulder. 

By the time you’d reached your door, the giggling started again as Cloud reached into your pocket and grabbed the key, opening the door and guiding you inside. You plopped onto the edge of your bed with a slight bounce, grinning up at him. 

“See,” you said, flexing your arms playfully. “Made it!”

Cloud didn’t even smile this time, just knelt in front of you and began unzipping your boots with careful precision. The sight of him beneath you startled you into silence. His gloved hands were gentle as he tugged each boot off and set them aside.  

“You don’t have to–” 

“Just sit still,” he cuts in, glancing up briefly through his blonde bangs. His mako blue eyes seemed softer than his tone. 

You watched him, your heart beating faster than the alcohol could explain. He picked out a t-shirt and shorts for you to change into.

“I’ll turn around.” he turns and you change. You were sure he could hear the way your heart was pattering against your chest. 

“Okay done.” He turns back around, eyes glancing down at the white t-shirt, your nipples poking against the almost see through fabric. His gaze remained fixed for a second, jaw tightening before he cleared his throat and snapped his eyes back to your face.

You watched as he walked over to you and helped lower you onto the bed. He tugs the comforter over your lap and hands you a glass of water. 

“Drink this,” he said, voice quiet but insistent. 

You take the glass obediently, fingers brushing against his as you grab it. The contact lingered for a beat too long, sending a strange shiver down your spine.

“You’re too good to me, Cloud,” you murmured, half-drowsy, half-emboldened by the alcohol. You smiled at him, soft and sweet. “You could leave me here, y’know. Lock the door and go brood on the balcony or… whatever it is that you do in your sparetime.” 

He shook his head, eyes flicking away as if the pink rug on your floor had suddenly become very interesting. “...Not happening.” 

And then, before you could even realize what you were doing, the words slipped out. 

“That’s why I like you so much.” 

The silence that followed was heavy, thick enough to sober you a little. Cloud’s breath hitched as he froze where he stood, shoulders rigid. His fingers flexed at his side, knuckles whitening as he clenched his fists. 

For a long moment, he didn’t turn around. You could only see the ridges of his shoulderblades flexing, the tension winding through every muscle like a bowstring pulled too tight. 

Finally, he exhaled through his nose, shoulders falling. His breath was shaky, uneven. “...Don’t say things like that,” he murmured, his voice huskier than usual. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

You sat up a little straighter, your heart hammering in your chest. “But it’s true,” you whispered, almost pleading. “I mean it, Cloud. I’ve always felt it. The drinks just… made me feel brave enough to finally say it.”

That got him to move. Slowly, Cloud turned, his eyes catching yours in the dim lamp light. He crossed the space between you in just a few careful steps, every cell in his body coiled in feigned restraint. You were completely sat up now, knees perched on the plush of your bed. He leaned down slightly, just enough to be level with you. One calloused hand lifted and hovered, hesitating, before finally caressing your cheek. 

His eyes searched your face, whiskey laced breath fanning over yours. “This is a mistake,” he murmured, thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip. Your breathing stuttered, eyes looking up into his. 

His own gaze flickered down to your lips, “I can’t take advantage of you like this.” 

You leaned into his palm, feeling the warm, rough skin. Your own smaller hand came up to cover his. “You’re not. I want this. I want you.” 

Cloud’s breath stuttered, and he let out a sound dangerously close to a whimper, the cracks of his resolve widening. He swallowed hard, as if the words were stuck in his throat, then whispered, almost to himself, “You’re going to ruin me.” 

And yet… he didn’t pull away. 

For a heartbeat neither of you moved. The world around you had gone silent aside from the hum of mako energy, the heavy thud of your heartbeat and the uneven catch in Cloud’s breath. His hand was still cupping your cheek, his thumb trembling faintly against the warmth of your skin as though he couldn't decide whether to draw closer or flee. 

You tilted your head just slightly, brushing your lips against his thumb. The tiny contact made his chest rise sharply, his breath catching as though you’d just knocked the wind out of him. 

“Cloud…” you whispered. 

That was all it took. His last remaining shards of resolve had completely shattered. 

He leaned in, almost painstakingly slow, until his lips finally met yours. The kiss was clumsy, but it was real. His mouth moved against yours gently, almost as if he would break you. He wasn’t sure how much of himself he was allowed to give.

You made a small sound, and that broke something deep inside him. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss in a way that betrayed how badly he’d been holding back his desires. 

He kissed you like a man starved. Each brush of his lips against yours carried years of restrained yearning he’d never dared put into words. 

When you finally parted for air, Cloud rested his forehead against yours, his breath unsteady and frantic. His lips tingled as if the memory of your mouth burned there, and his heart thundered so hard he thought you might feel it through his chest.

“I don’t…” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. But I can’t-” He stopped himself, jaw tightening. “I can’t stop wanting you.” He whimpered slightly, right hand resting on your hip. 

Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin and the rapid thump of his heartbeat. “Then don't," you whispered, leaning your head back up towards his lips. 

This time, he didn’t hesitate. His mouth found yours again, harder. Each kiss destroying the walls of resolve he’d spent years putting up. He kissed you like you were his last meal on earth, like you were a delicacy meant to be savored. 

And still, even in his inexperience, every movement screamed of how much he yearned for you, not just desire, but visceral need. The kind of need that had been caged for so long, now spilling out in every kiss and moan. He needed you like you were oxygen and every kiss proved it. 

Your lips were still tangled with Cloud’s. He pulled away from you and you groaned, only to feel his wet lips attach to the pulse point of your neck. Small moans and whimpers tumbled from your throat as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. “...Cloud,” you whimpered. The sound wrecked him. It shot straight to the throbbing hardness straining against his pants, making him groan low and ragged into your skin.

Cloud’s thoughts were a storm. He had imagined this, he hated himself for how often, but reality was so much more unbearable. She’s soft. She’s warm. She wants me. His hand slid higher, brushing the edge of your shirt, and the skin-to-skin contact burned. His jaw tightened. 

You shifted closer, desperate for more, and pushed him back onto your floral comforter. Straddling his hips, you pressed your clothed core against the hard length beneath his pants. The pressure drew a strangled groan from him, his eyes fluttering shut, head tipping back against the mattress. For a man who had faced death countless times, he looked utterly undone beneath you.

When his eyes snapped open again, the mako glow was glassy with need. He pulled you down into another searing kiss, teeth clashing and tongues molding together. Then, he broke it, just long enough to whisper against your lips, voice cracking.

“Tell me what you want. Please… I need to hear you say it.” 

Your answer came in the form of a grind of your clothed cunt against his erection, dragging the heat of your core over the stiff line of his cock. His breath tore out of him and his hands flew to your thighs, gripping like he might fall apart if he didn’t hold onto something solid. “Need you s’bad, Cloud.” you whined, core aching and dripping.

“Fuck-” Cloud’s voice cracked, low and shaky. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Oh but you did, you felt him. Every twitch, every pulse, every throb, you felt it all. You felt the tentative shake in his hands as they dragged up your body, brushing over the curve of your waist, before hesitantly skimming the side of your right breast like he was afraid to touch too much of you all at once. 

“Cloud,” you whispered, taking one of his trembling hands and pressing it against your breast. His palm was warm even through the shirt, calluses catching on fabric. You arched into him, encouraging. 

His eyes widened, mouth falling open slightly as though he couldn’t quite believe you wanted this, wanted him. “...You’re so soft,” he breathed, fingers flexing unconsciously. He thumbed over your nipple through the fabric, and when you gasped, his cock twitched violently against you, a groan ripping out of his chest. 

You tugged at the hem of your shirt. “Take it off of me.” you whined. 

For a moment he froze then obeyed, fumbling clumsily with the fabric before pulling it over your head and discarding it on the floor. His breath caught audibly when he saw you bare before him, and he just… stopped. Stared. His lips parted, chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile. His eyes darted between each breast, like he was afraid to miss a single detail. 

His voice cracked, reverent. “You’re so beautiful.” 

When his hands finally cupped your breasts, it wasn’t smooth or practiced, it was needy. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, making you moan and arch into him, your own hands tangling in his blond spikes as you kissed him again, sloppy and desperate. 

“Want to see you too,” you whisper. Your fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt. His breathing stuttered as you tugged it up, exposing his skin to the cool air, and he lifted his arms clumsily to let you pull it over his head.

He was beautiful, lean and strong, scars scattered across his pale skin, but his eyes held none of the cocky pride of a man who knew his effect. Instead, they were wide and vulnerable like he wasn’t used to being seen. 

You kissed your way down his throat, his chest, listening to every sharp inhale, every shiver. When you shifted lower and palmed him through his pants, his whole body jolted beneath you.

“Wait-” His voice cracked, but his hips bucked helplessly into your hand. His cock twitched violently, straining against the fabric. “I- fuck-”

You smiled against his skin, tugging his waistband down just enough to free him. He was thick, tip flushed red and dripping with precum, the sight alone making your mouth water. When you wrapped your warm mouth around him, his head fell back against the pillow, a ragged moan tearing out of him.

 “Shit- you- I can’t-” He was already trembling, thighs taut, every bob of your head was pulling him closer to the edge far too quickly. He clutched at the comforter, fists tight, trying to hold himself back, but when you buried his cock so deep in your throat that your nose pressed against his pubic bone, he felt his balls tighten and his hips jerked violently.

“F-fuck-stop, stop-” he gasped, voice raw. His hand shot out, gripping your hair, pulling you up before he came embarrassingly quick. His cheeks burned red, his chest heaving. “I almost-I would’ve-” He swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I've never done this before..."

You straddled him again, cupping his flushed face until he opened those glowing eyes. “Cloud. Don’t apologize. Do you want to try and help me?” you crawled off of him and leaned back against your pillows, spreading your legs slightly. He nods slowly, feeling unsure of himself but his cock twitches at your request. He shifts over to you and removes your cotton shorts, leaving you in just your gray panties with a little pink bow nestled on the waistband. He glances down at the wet spot that had formed and he gulps. “Fuck…” His voice was hoarse. “That’s because of me?” You nod, hips jerking upwards instinctively. 

He swells with pride at the sight. He pulls your panties down your legs, your wetness attaching to the fabric causing strings of sticky arousal. You clench, feeling the cold air hitting your warm pussy. Cloud licks his lips at the sight. Then suddenly, you grab his wrist guiding it down, “Now, do slow circles here.” you place his hand on your puffy clit.

Cloud followed your instruction with sharp concentration, eyes fixed on you like you and your pretty pussy were the only things in the world. He was tentative at first, but when your head tipped back and a moan slipped out, his whole body shivered. His strokes grew more confident, more eager, like he was desperate to learn everything that made you fall apart. 

When your hips bucked into his hand, he let out a soft, needy sound, half whimper, half groan, before dipping a finger inside you. The heat and tightness around him made him choke out a curse. 

“Am I doing it right?”

“Yes- fuck don’t stop.” you moan breathlessly. 

He obeyed, curling his fingers clumsily, watching in awe as your body writhed under his touch. When you trembled and finally came undone around his hand, crying out his name, Cloud stared like he’d just witnessed something holy. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips parted in stunned silence. 

Then, hesitantly, he pulled his fingers out and looked at the slick coating them. His tongue darted out before he caught himself, face flushing deep red. 

You caught his wrist and brought his fingers to his lips. “Taste me.”

His eyes darkened, and when he obeyed, sliding his tongue over his fingers, groaning low at the taste, something inside him had awoken. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to your core, desperate to taste more. 

His tongue was unpracticed, too rough at first, but your hands in his hair helped him find the right rhythm. And once he heard those pretty moans spilling from your lips, Cloud latched onto your clit with an intensity that had you gasping his name again, his fingers curling inside you with a perfect pressure. 

When you came the second time, thighs trembling around his head, Cloud didn’t pull back. He groaned against you, drinking in every shudder, like he was addicted to the nectar dripping from your sweet cunt. “Fuck Cloud. That was amazing.”

And when he finally pulled away, lips and chin glistening, his voice was desperate, “I need to be inside you. Please. I can’t- I can’t wait anymore.”

You straddled him again, pushing him against the pillows, you positioned your hips above his. His cock bobs before you grasp him in your hand, giving him a few light tugs that leave him breathless, before lining him up with your entrance. You abruptly stop and Cloud’s head snaps up, “What’s wrong?” chest still heaving. 

“I don’t have a condom…” you say, voice faltering. 

“I-it’s okay. Just need to feel you, please.” he whimpers. The noise made your pussy clench and you nod, realigning his cock with your entrance.  

His eyes widened when the head of his cock pressed against your wetness, the raw heat of you making him groan, fists tightening in the sheets.

“Wait-fuck, you’re really-” His words broke off into a sharp gasp as you sank down onto him, inch by inch. His head tipped back, mouth falling open as if the sheer tightness around him was too much to bear. “O-oh f-f-fuck…” you mewl out. 

“Holy shit. You’re so tight, you’re so perfect.” His voice cracked, every muscle in his body trembling as you bottomed out. Your pussy flutters around him causing his hips to jerk. 

You paused to let him breathe, hands resting on his chest. His heart was pounding like a metronome beneath your palms. “You okay?” looking down at his flushed face. 

He nodded lazily, eyes glazed. “Just don’t move yet. Please. I’ll cum too quickly.”

You smiled and leaned down to kiss him, slow and sweet, letting him adjust. His lips moved in perfect sync with your own, his hands hovering like he didn’t know where to touch until instinct finally took over. He cupped your breasts, squeezing gently, thumbs brushing across your nipples. The moan it pulled from you made his hips twitch up helplessly. 

When you finally began to rock your hips, his hands shot to the plush flesh of your ass like he needed an anchor. “Fuck, don’t-don’t stop.” His voice was hoarse, nearly pleading. 

Riding him was intoxicating, the way his cock filled you, the way his face contorted with every grind of your hips. He stared up at you like he’d never seen anything so beautiful, breathless groans slipping past his lips each time you took him deeper. You sat up straighter and reached behind your back, cupping his balls, squeezing and palming them. Cloud moaned out louder than he had intended to and his grip on your ass tightened. 

Your pace quickened, chasing your own release, and Cloud’s control cracked. His hips bucked up into you, erratic, desperate thrusts that made you cry out. Your tits bounced in front of his face as he fucked up into you, “I’m-shit, I’m so close, I can’t-” He was nearly incoherent, eyes squeezing shut, jaw clenched tight as if he was fighting it with everything he had. But then you moaned his name, and something inside him snapped. 

He sat up suddenly, arms circling your waist, grinding you down onto him as his mouth latched onto your breast. His tongue was hot and messy against your nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make your back arch.

One arm stayed wrapped around your waist while the other fumbled down between you, fingers rubbing at your clit in frantic circles. “Cum with me-please, I want you to- please-, cum for me baby.” he pleads. 

The mix of his cock pulsing inside you, his mouth sucking at your nipple, and the fast strokes on your clit tipped you over that delicious edge. Your orgasm tore through you violently, and Cloud fell apart with you, thrusting up into your dripping pussy with a guttural moan.

His release filled you in hot, unrelenting pulses, his body jerking as if he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He buried his face against your chest, panting, almost whining with the intensity of it.

When you both finally came down from your simultaneous orgasms, he collapsed back against the pillow, arms still locked tight around you. His cheeks were flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy as he tried to catch his breath.

There was a beat of silence, the two of you catching your breath. He didn’t say anything, just pulled you closer and stroked your hair. You laid your head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat calming, until finally, “I love you.” Cloud wasn’t sure of many things but this, this he was sure of. 

You smiled, sleepy and spent (and maybe a little cockdrunk), “I love you too, Cloud.”

a/n: yall, i haven't written smut in YEARS but Cloud Strife genuinely has me so down bad.

[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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[luverine]

Fav x gn! Reader ‹𝟹

// sub/dom dynamic // nsfw // MDNI // 18+ as always // hand k1nk // no proof read

His hands…

The veins snake around them so beautifully, a stark reminder of the strength they carry beneath the surface.

His fingers- slim yet sturdy- tough, but with a softness that melts into your skin.

His palms, wide and confident, working their magic as they massage every inch of you.

The way he spreads you open, finding all the right places to press and stroke until you’re moaning his name in bliss.

How your cheeks burn, flushed with heat, as you shudder and cum under the relentless work of his hands on your most sensitive spots.

The way he teases your nipples, twisting and pinching, leaving them tender and red while you’re trembling in his grip.

The backs of his fingers brush away your tears, soft against the overwhelming sensations as his movements drive you higher and higher.

The same hands that press over your mouth, silencing your desperate, pornographic moans as he takes you mercilessly wherever he wants.

His hands, strong and sure, holding yours while his mouth works on you, vibrations coursing through every inch of your body.

And those very hands, cradling your face, forcing your eyes to meet his as you fall apart on him, lost in the intensity of his gaze.

⬧ Levi, Erwin, Eren, Jean, Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, Endeavor, Shigaraki, Dabi, Toji, Geto, Megumi, Sephiroth, Nero, Silco ⬧ 

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