their favorite ways to eat you out ! including . . . your faves from all around warnings . . . cunnilingus. lots of it. we cracking everybody tn.
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the one who uses your panties as a hair tie while he eats you out — SUGURU GETO . FIRE LORD! ZUKO . VINCENT VALENTINE . SEPHIROTH . BYAKUYA KUCHIKI . KOZUME KENMA . NEJI HYUGA . RENJI ABARAI . JIRAIYA . MADARA UCHIHA . ITACHI UCHIHA . YORIICHI TSUGIKUNI .
one large palm braced against the back of your thigh as your toes curl from the cool air kissing your bare legs and the slick heat between your thighs. it’s a pretty little thing, all lacy and dark with a sickening wet patch at the front and afterall, you spent so much time getting dressed up for this little outing with him tonight — he wants to reward you for being so generous to him. but not before he claims a well earned souvenir for himself of course.
so he gathers his hair in one hand and your messy panties in the other while you squirm from his sheer audacity. cute, he thinks, as he loops the fabric into his tresses for a haphazardly done ponytail. then, he guides your hand there gently and watches your eyes roll back the moment his head mouth disappears between your thighs. but remember honey, you’ve gotta hold on.
the one who spreads you open with his tongue and yours —OSAMU MIYA . TSUKISHIMA KEI . URAHARA KISUKE . SANJI . HIGURUMA HIROMI . NANAMI KENTO . TOBIRAMA SENJU . SHIKAMARU NARA . KUROO TETSURO . SUNA RINTAROU . KEIGO TAKAMI . ICHIGO KUROSAKI . SASUKE UCHIHA . BRUCE WAYNE .
experienced and nasty, or worse, virginal and nasty. dives in head first no fingers necessary because he’s here to eat and he doesn’t play around with his food like a green fucking boy. the fat pink slick of his tongue parts your folds with two sweeping motions, finding your swollen clit with ease then slithering to your pulsing hole for a taste — when you shiver in delight, he grins and slithers his fingers up your body to find your mouth open and waiting. there, he slips two digits in for you to slobber on like a filthy pet and hums thoughtlessly at how eager you are.
only when he’s satisfied with your contribution, will he slip his fingers into your sopping cunt and speak in tongues, literally, over your aching clit.
the one who eats it from the back, with a twist — RYOMEN SUKUNA . ATSUMU MIYA . GRIMMJOW . BAKUGOU KATSUKI . TOJI FUSHIGUROU . SHUNSUI KYORAKU . HIRAKO SHINJI . NAOYA ZENIN . JASON TODD . OBITO UCHIHA . RORONOA ZORO .
because he’s a freak, he’s nasty and he knows deep down you are too, so he’ll draw it out until you’re filthy beyond recognition like him. face up, ass down, two palms over your ass cheeks and tongue flattened against your weeping pussy, using the grip he has to fuck you onto it because it’s yours, so use it, use him. if you’re feeling sweet, he coaxes you into a decent pace and lets you take over, but otherwise?
don’t hover, park that pussy so he can fuck you onto his tongue the way you deserve to be ruined. he’s mean and won’t apologize for it, so don’t even bother try running from it, you’re a big girl.
the one who cums inside you just so he can eat it up — BOKUTO KOTAROU . NARUTO UZUMAKI . AANG . SHOYO HINATA . CHOSO KAMO . CLOUD . ACE . MODULO! YUJI . YUUTA OKKOTSU . KAZEKAGE! GAARA . ZACK FAIR . CLARK KENT . DICK GRAYSON .
who is totally insatiable and pussy whipped the moment he has you spread out for him. in his mind, getting his cock in you might as well be foreplay, because the moment he nuts, he withdraws just to watch the creamy rivulets leak from your dripping hole, cunt already molded to the shape of him. he’s way too obsessed with it, can’t help himself, practically begs you to let him eat you out and you watch in utter horror as he folds you in half and laps up at the mess he made.
be vigilant, because he’s already hard again and the rinse-repeat is imminent. he considers it criminal if your creamy pussy is just left without a proper cleanup. but you’ll let him pump more loads in you and clean them up won’t you?
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.
⟢ hot bar sex with cloud. that’s it. that’s the plot. sort of not really an au, just roll with it, okay? you get to fuck cloud and that’s enough. (check tags for warnings besties!)
⟢ told myself i wasn’t going to write any new characters for awhile…that went down the toilet because he drives me insane. also wrote this for @with-my-calamitous-love cuz i only need one person to be interested in my idea to set me off.
✩ m.list
Cloud and his slutty fucking waist.
Seventh Heaven is lively tonight. All the usual residents are taking up space — Barret, Biggs, Jessie, Wedge, Aerith, plus a couple handful more. Half are drunk off their asses, the other half blasting songs from the jukebox like an impromptu karaoke session.
About an hour ago, as the crowd overwhelmed Tifa, she’d shot you a desperate look for help from behind the bar. Despite being two shots deep you hopped over to lend a hand. Making drinks isn’t half bad, the tips are decent, so you don’t mind.
What you do mind, though, is Cloud.
It’s not hatred. It’s the thick, honey like heat pooling in your belly every time he’s around that bothers you. You can’t look at him for too long without flushing. Cloud’s devastating in terms of looks. All toned muscles and high cheek bones.
He’d sauntered into the bar ten minutes ago. Arms crossed as he chatted with Barret, an eyebrow lifting in amusement at something Wedge said.
Tifa’s inquisitive voice comes from the left. “Something on your mind?”
Your gaze snaps from Cloud to the glass you’re drying. “Nope. Nothing at all.”
Tifa nudges your shoulder playfully. You glance at her and she smiles. It’s a smile that says she knows you’re lying. “You sure? You’ve been staring at Cloud like you’re trying to burn a hole in him. Did he do something to upset you?”
You sigh, setting the glass down hard. A bit too hard, maybe. “No, it’s just — look at him!” You say with frustration. “His waist, it’s so —,” You gesture wildly in his direction, trying to grasp the right word. “So… slutty,” you finish lamely.
Tifa snorts, trying to hide her laughter as you barrel on. “It’s not fair Tifa! He’s a guy, why is his waist so slim? Why are his biceps like that?”
The alcohol has loosened your tongue.
A customer interrupts before Tifa responds and you’re left to simmer on your own. Cloud wanders between a few different people, not one to speak much but nodding when he needs to. Your gaze is glued to him. He catches your eye twice, on the third time he lifts a brow as if to ask “Is there a problem?”
You have to actively focus on looking anywhere but Cloud after that.
Eventually the crowd lessens. Tifa excuses herself for a moment, seeking out Cloud. She taps his shoulder and he turns, bending so she can whisper something in his ear. She points in your direction and Cloud makes sudden eye contact with you.
Something jolts in your belly as you look away.
Tifa returns a moment later. “I’m so sorry to do this. Barret just informed me Marlene is very sick, and he’s too drunk to look after her. Could you close the bar? Cloud agreed to stay and be your muscle if you need him.”
You give Tifa a dubious look, agreeing for Marlene’s sake and Marlene’s sake only. Tifa’s eyes twinkle as she wishes you farewell, winking as she departs.
Once the last person leaves Cloud locks the door.
There’s an awkward tension lingering. All the glasses have been washed, and you’re setting them out to dry when the sensation of being watched prickles at the back of your neck. You whip around to find Cloud on the other side of the bar, elbows perched on top of it.
“Do we have a problem?” You ask.
Cloud’s head tilts slightly, expression as neutral as neutral can be. “Seems like it, since you’ve been staring at me all night,” he retorts.
Your cheeks flush hotly, embarrassment creeping up your throat. “I wasn’t staring at you!” It’s a pathetic attempt to protest. You know it. Cloud knows it.
“No? Then what had you so intrigued?” Cloud straightens and crosses his arms.
“Maybe I have a crush on Biggs. He is handsome, y’know.” You round the corner, coming to a stop a few feet in front of Cloud.
Both his brows raise. “He is,” Cloud agrees easily. “I just didn’t think you were a liar. Tifa mentioned you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”
Damn Tifa.
No point in denying it now. You rest your lower back against the bar, chin lifting in defiance. “And? So what if I was staring at you. Big deal.” The nervous butterflies in your belly are a stark contrast to the bold words.
Cloud hums. Takes a few measured steps towards you. Slowly, he uncrosses his arms. Slowly, he braces a hand on either side of you, using the bar top to hold his weight and cage you in. He dips his head. “Okay fine, you weren’t staring. You were eye fucking me.”
The loud hammering of your heart surely reaches Cloud’s ears. Beating so hard it echoes in your fingertips. “I - I wasn’t—,”
“You were,” Cloud insists. His eyes are so bright up close. Such a pretty blue, tinted mako green. He further erases the space and your hands fly to his chest. Cloud smirks and whispers, “If you wanted to have sex with me, all you had to do was ask.”
“Cloud,” you breathe, fingers fisting his tank top. The air’s become thick and charged between you, and your mind blanks. The word, “Please,” is all that falls from your lips.
Cloud inches closer, nose brushing over yours. His breath is warm against your lips. “I said ask me.”
“Cloud, please, can we have sex?”
“How sweet,” Cloud teases. “Of course we can.” His hands find your hips, thumbs slipping under your shirt to rub at the bone there. The leather of his gloves is smooth. “Jump for me.”
Cloud’s grip tightens as you jump, lifting you with ease to set you on the edge of the bar top. His lithe form fits between your thighs, hands sliding up your waist, fingers dancing over your ribs, and come to rest on either side of your neck.
It’s instinct to curl your fingers around his wrists as his thumbs caress your jaw. He applies a little pressure to tilt your head, eyes darting across your face, and kisses you. Soft and warm, his lips coax yours to move. Meeting once, twice, three times — before you break the kiss. A second passes before you lock lips again.
Cloud sighs through his nose when you lick his lower lip. He places his hands on your upper thighs and opens his mouth. The moment his hot tongue glides across yours is when you start aching to be filled. Your head turns to catch your breath, chest heaving. Cloud latches onto your throat, kissing and sucking and leaving marks because he can.
You fumble with the button on his pants but he snatches your wrists. “Wait,” he says, retreating from your throat to look you in the eye. He steps away, pulling the sword off his back, and rests it out of reach on the bar top. He loses the rest of his gear and his tank top.
“You are so fucking hot,” you whine, already tugging your own shirt free. Your bra goes next. “It’s not fair.”
The corner of Cloud’s mouth ticks up. “Yeah and you make my mouth water.” Cloud keeps his eyes on your tits as he moves in close, biting his lip. He cups them both, squeezing with an appreciative hum, and your head tilts towards the ceiling.
You moan when he pinches a nipple. “Cloud, hurry up,” you urge. Your hands find the button on his pants again and thumb it open.
“Be my guest,” he teases. His fingers lace together behind his head, allowing your hands to run down his stomach, nails scratching at his happy trail, before hooking your fingers in his waistband.
The tip of his cock catches on his briefs as they’re yanked down, bobbing free before hanging hard and heavy. His breath hitches when you take him in hand, stroking teasingly.
You lightly cup his balls and he squirms. “Enough,” he says, batting your hand away.
You show mercy, leaning back and bracing your weight on your hands, toeing off one of your sneakers. Cloud pats your hip and your ass rises, pants and underwear tugged down and left to dangle off one ankle.
One foot gets braced on a nearby bar stool and Cloud hooks your other thigh on his hip, dragging your ass to the edge. “Next time I wanna suck you off,” you say, regretting not getting on your knees first.
The tip of his dick rubs over your clit and a moan gets stuck in your throat.
He chuckles, uses his thumb to angle his cock down, and pushes forward. “Only if I get to taste you — fuck,” he curses as he slides inside. His voice is strained when he murmurs, “Your pussy is mind blowing.”
Your mouth drops open, softly panting at the erotic view of Cloud’s cock vanishing in your pussy. He pulls out, cock already wet and shiny, and pushes in. You squeeze your eyes shut.
“Fuck, Cloud. Faster.”
“Yes, princess.” He quickens the pace, thrusting in short harsh snaps of his hips. Firm hands keep your thighs spread wide. “Play with yourself, wanna watch.”
The pleasure spikes when your fingers circle your clit, consistent and delicious. “Cloud,” you whimper. “M’close!”
“That’s it,” Cloud pants. He clutches your waist, fingers splayed across the lower section of your ribcage. “Wanna see you unravel on my cock.”
It’s an accident when your hand slips further and your fingertips touch Cloud. It’s on purpose when you spread your fingers in a v shape on either side of your pussy, Cloud’s cock brushing against them with each thrust.
Cloud whimpers. You steal a glance at his face and his lips part, brows pinched as his lashes lower, heavy with desire. Your breath stills for a few seconds, lids fluttering shut.
Right as the pleasure starts to overflow Cloud pinches your chin, forces your neck to bend. “Look at me,” he demands.
Your eyes pop open wide. “Cloud,” you breathe, the word choked off as your nails dig into his shoulder. Your thighs shake as you cum.
His eyes close briefly. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” They open again, giving off a neon glow. The tension in your body wanes and Cloud’s dick slips free, twitching towards his bellybutton. He tugs you off the bar top, shoves at your shoulders. You fall to your knees in understanding.
Cloud strokes himself with fervor, bicep flexing as his chest heaves. You stick your tongue out, palms resting on his thighs, and he sucks air in between his teeth. His other hand rests on the back of your head to guide you closer. The tip of Cloud’s cock sits on your tongue as he gives himself a few more quick strokes.
He cums with a harsh exhale.
Most of it lands in your mouth, a little hits your cheek when his dick throbs. You swallow, scrunching your nose at the salty taste. Cloud’s using his tank top to wipe your face clean in a flash.
“Sorry.” His cheeks flush pink as he offers you a hand.
You accept, standing and stretching your arms overhead. You sigh happily, “Worth it.” Cloud glances at your tits.
Getting dressed is a slow affair, savoring the afterglow of good sex. Cloud looks at his balled up tank top, looks at the door, and furrows his brow. He’ll have to walk home shirtless.
“You can stay with me,” you offer, setting a hand on Cloud’s bicep.
He smiles, and it’s softer than any smile you’ve ever seen him wear. It makes him look younger. “Only because you ruined my shirt.”
You laugh, squeezing his bicep. “That was entirely your fault.”
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.
To everyone in the slums of sector seven, cloud is very closed off and short with them. Even with his closest friends. They see a side of him that others don’t, sure. He’s warm to them to an extent.
Not with you though.
Cloud needs to be near you at all time. Needs to be touching you so he can actually feel something. After years of pain, fighting, and loss, you were the comfort Cloud has been looking for. The sense of peace you bring to his life makes his heart race everytime you were around.
You weren’t dating but were extremely close. You wanted him to be yours, however with his past traumas that he’d been working on, you were willing to wait for Cloud.
When you’re alone in the quiet solace of your apartment, Cloud will sneak over to slip into your bed. You purposely leave the door unlocked for this reason.
“Sorry for waking you, baby. Just need you to hold me.”
You always obliged, no matter the time or how tired you are. Once we was in your bed, you turned to face his back and wrapped an arm around his stomach to spread your hand over his chest.
“I still can’t believe you love to be the big spoon,” you murmured into his back.
“Shut up,” he retorts back with no ounce of malice.
When you’re walking through the markets of the slums, Clouds fingers would brush against yours. Not fully linking your fingers together but just enough of a brush you sent a spread of heat through you.
When you’re with your group of friends, having drinks at Seventh Heaven, Cloud is either sitting next to you at the bar. Or when it’s too busy and both of you are standing, he’s right behind you. His body heat engulfing you as his hand is spread across your lower back.
“Too many people in here,” he whispers in your ear. “Don’t like it.”
You gaze up at him through your lashes as you take a small sip of your drink. “Just a little bit longer and we can go back to your place and I’ll let you sleep with your head in my lap. I’ll even run my fingers through your hair in the way you like.”
Cloud grunts while moving closer behind you, his broad chest against your back. “You’re lucky I like the way you look in that dress.”
When you’re in the quiet of your apartment, buried deep under your blankets, you’re about to let sleep take you when you hear the door to your apartment open.
“You awake?”
Instead of speaking, you threw the blanket off of you, inviting Cloud to join. As he climbed into your bed, you were ready to turn over to hold him but a firm hand on your hip kept your back to him.
“I need you,” his voice is rough.
“Cloud, I’m right here,” you said, burying your face deeper into your pillow.
“No,” he brushed his nose against your ear as he nibbled on your lobe. “I need you, baby. I need to feel your pussy.”
Your heart stuttered in your chest, fast and hard. Never had your moments together turned sexual. Sure, you two flirted a lot and there had been some wandering hands. But never this.
You looked over your shoulder at him, those blue eyes so bright in the darkness. “What do you need, Cloud?”
His hands lifted up your shirt, up past your ass, and you felt his rough fingers pulling at your panties.
“Just need to keep my cock warm for me, alright? Need to feel you so fucking close.”
Wetness pooled between your legs at hearing the desperation in his voice so with a nod, you faced forward again and pressed your ass against his hardening cock.
“Go as deep as you need to,” you breathed.
Cloud made quick work of your panties, moving them to the side just enough so he could press his cock inside of you. It fit perfect and both of you shared a whimper, not knowing how badly you both needed this.
“Fuck, baby girl. I’m going to want this tight cunt every night. That alright?”
“Mm, yes. Every night. It’s yours,” you moaned before getting more comfortable in bed. “Night, Cloud.”
He kissed the side of your head then buried himself all of the way inside of you. Arms tight around you, he let out a long and content breath.
edge you
your boyfriend was always a tease in the sheets. you could beg, cry, grovel, scream as much as you want, and he wouldn't even respond as he munched on your pussy, arms locked around your thighs to keep you in place against his mouth. your hips bucked wildly while you keened, the knot growing ever tighter in your stomach until it began to unravel - and then he stopped. like always, he stopped, pulling away and patiently waiting for your moans to reduce back into quiet whimpers. sometimes he would even blow on your pussy to watch it twitch and clench around nothing, cooing at how you would drip before diving right back in. this would go on for hours, but you sat through it, knowing he always made it up to you at the end of the night.
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overstimulate you
it had been hours, at this point. you couldn't tell up from down and couldn't tell where you began and your boyfriend ended. the endless thrusts he was serving your poor cunt had you dizzy and delirious, drool slipping from your mouth and landing on his arm - which had you locked against his chest in a brutal headlock. your tits ached from jolting with every thrust, throbbing at the same pace as your clit while he rubbed it. at this point you couldn't even distinguish seperate orgasms - it was all just never ending. his hot pants in your ear and the way he got shaky and slowed when he got close, edging himself to keep you like this. to keep you beautifully overwhelmed and debauched, just for him.
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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.
jealous.noctis ;; possessive behaviour ;; marking ;; overstimulation ;; dirty talk ;; manhandling ;; semi public ;; sex without a condom ;; creampie mention ;; a little rough, degradation & praise ;; 18+ only.
the bar is loud, but it feels easy when it’s just you and prompto, drinks in hand, trading dumb jokes until your belly aches with laughter. he’s leaning close, animated, spilling some wild story about a hunt, and you’re grinning so wide you barely notice noctis at first.
he’s standing a few feet back, beer in hand, but his eyes are sharp, fixed on you. the longer you laugh, the tighter his jaw gets.
you only realise how bad it is when he stalks up, doesn’t even say hi, just curls his fingers around your wrist. his grip is firm, possessive and his expression brooks no argument.
“we’re leaving.”
you blink, startled. “noctis, what?”
“now.” his voice is clipped, a dangerous edge undercutting the usual lazy drawl.
prompto raises a brow but shrugs, backing off with a little wave. “uh…have fun, you two?”
you don’t get to reply before noctis is pulling you out, through the hall, and into your shared hotel room. the door slams shut, lock clicking.
you open your mouth to question him, but he’s already on you — kissing you hard, tongue sliding past your lips like he’s trying to erase any taste of laughter that wasn’t for him. his hand fists in your hair, tugging just enough to make your knees buckle.
“you think i didn’t see you?” he mutters, words rough against your mouth. “sitting there smiling like that, letting him lean close? you think that’s funny?”
you smirk, a little breathless. “what, jealous?”
his eyes narrow. the next second you’re spun, shoved chest first onto the bed. he’s behind you, pressing down between your shoulder blades so you can’t get up, his breath hot on your neck.
“jealous?” he growls. “you’re mine. you don’t get to look at anyone like that. you don’t get to laugh for anyone else like that.”
your shorts are yanked down before you can answer, his hand coming down sharp across your ass, leaving the sting blooming. you gasp, but it only makes him groan, grinding against you with his clothed cock already painfully hard.
“fuck, you don’t even know what you do to me,” he hisses, unzipping, shoving his pants down just enough. he drags his cock through your folds, smearing your slick. “already wet? you like this? you like when i get rough with you?”
“noct— ” you gasp, but he doesn’t wait, pushing inside in one long, forceful thrust that makes your eyes roll back.
“say my name,” he demands, hips snapping forward, pace immediately brutal. “say who’s fucking you like this.”
the sound of skin slapping fills the room, obscene, mixed with your cries. every thrust hits deep, and he’s gripping your hips so tight you know he’ll leave bruises.
“louder,” he snarls, pulling you up by your hair so your back arches against his chest. “let him hear through the wall if he’s listening.”
your moans spill out uncontrolled, his name broken and desperate on your lips. he groans at the sound, rutting harder, his hand sliding down to rub your clit in rough, fast circles.
“fuck! noct, too much too much,”
“shut up,” he growls, thrusts unrelenting. “take it. take all of me like the good girl you are.”
he bends you back over, presses your face into the mattress, fucking you so hard your vision blurs. tears streak down your cheeks, but you’re gasping his name, babbling how good he feels, how much you need it.
“look at you,” he grunts, hips stuttering. “so cockdrunk you can’t even think. you’re mine, say it.”
“i’m yours, fuck, i’m yours noctis!”
he groans deep, biting down on your shoulder, marking you as he pushes you over the edge again. you convulse around him, screaming his name, and he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it until he’s spilling hot and deep inside, grinding to make sure it stays.
but even when he’s done, he doesn’t pull out. he drapes over you, heavy, his lips brushing the mark he left.
“…mine,” he whispers, voice low, possessive even softened by release. “always mine. don’t forget it.”
he pulls out slow, watching the mess drip down your thighs before shoving two fingers in to push it back inside. you whimper, overstimulated, but he only smirks darkly.
“we’re not done,” he promises. “not until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
