a/n: not lore accurate but we need more sephiroth also my tummy hurts
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Sephiroth looked down the balcony from his penthouse in the 1st district, a perk from his title and status. While you cooed over the cat he brought home, knowing you were lonely from his long missions.
He'd been in his head lot, these missions felt back to back and slowly he was realizing what Shinra truly was and wanted. The idea that he wasn't really born but made, the idea made him spiral. Especially with everything going on at head quarters, he was given some time off.
Even then he couldn't get his mind off his own existence and purpose.
"Sephiroth?"
"hm"
"I asked what we should make for dinner"
"Oh, I uhm.. why don't we go out. I don't feel like cooking" he said turning back to face you and the ball of fur nuzzled up beside you.
"Where should we go" you asked putting down the cat, while meeting his gaze.
"Burgers, I'll cheat on my diet"
"Feeling down huh?"
He stayed silent, his gaze falling onto the cat rubbing itself onto you. Begging for more pets and cuddles, "yeah Shinra's just not fun at the moment"
"its a corporation that has a monopoly over everything, I don't think they've ever done anything postitive" you say walking behind him.
"Sephiroth, is something... wrong?"
He froze, he didn't know how to respond. He'd never told anyone about his thoughts or his past, all everyone knew was that he was a hero. Saving everyone, the poster boy, the strong masculine man every little boy wanted to be one day.
All for more toys to join Shinra and become the 1% of SOLIDERS who make it to 1st class.
"Just the next mission in my head, maintenance on the first reactor"
"Why do they need their number one SOLDIER to go, if it's just to check on the reactor."
Sephiroth paused picking up the cat, he didn't think of that. Why did they need him, they could send infantry men alongside a mechanic, and scientist. They didn't need to send him, unless it was for pr to give Shinra a good look.
"I'll ask about it"
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Sephiroth ordered burgers, he ordered almost the whole menu. He said he was hungry, but you think he was just indecisive. You happily eat your chicken sandwich (yummy), feeling the cat a few pieces here and there.
"When I retire, where would you like to go?"
"huh?"
"After this mission, I said I was going to leave Shinra. I-I'm tired."
Sephiroth was being honest, he was tired of being a pawn. Used for wars and commercials, he disliked signing autographs, going to openings, being expirimented on. His entire life was a sham, they hid it so well from him too.
"I told Hojo when I'm back from Mt. Nibel I'm leaving Shinra, and he said they would support me. So where would you like to go."
His voice softens as he ends the sentence, looking down at the bullshit burger he'd ordered.
"Costa del Sol"
"I'll book the cruise from Junon" his lips curling into a small smile, "I was looking at houses in the countryside"
"you're an awful cliche"
He looked up in a bashful manner, "I think the movies I watched as a child influenced me. Escapades to the fields, raising animals, and watching the sunset with you."
"i just want to escape the city"
"I know, and we will"
Sephiroth relaxed, and smiled "then we should start packing, isn't that right tuna" he said scratching the cats fuzzy chin.
"I promise, to marry you as well. We'll have our happily ever after"
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dada sephiroth
lwk ran out of ideas at the end hav e fun i still think my writing is buns 🥹✌️
summary: sephiroth knows that cloud has had a crush on his girl for months now, so he decides to be “nice” and let him have a taste of her~
tags: p in v penetration, cloud fucks reader first, then sephiroth fucks her too, cumming inside, mean!sephiroth, lots of degrading (sephiroth towards cloud), cucking, established relationship (sephiroth & reader), posessive/objectifying!sephiroth (towards reader), whimpers & moans
a/n: my first actual smut oneshot! please be nice :')
cloud had always dreamed of having everything that sephiroth had. his position as soldier first class, the glory that came with it – and that pretty girl on his arm. sephiroth had it all, while cloud was stuck as a mere infantryman for shinra, having failed to be a soldier himself. he could see the way sephiroth looked at him, like he was nothing but another disposable pawn of shinra. and yet, he found himself alone in a room with sephiroth and you, tasked to ‘guard’ the two of you – knowing full-well that a man like sephiroth needed nobody to protect him.
as sephiroth leaned back in his leather chair, with you sat on his lap, wearing nothing but a thin silk dress, cloud stood stiff by the door, eyes fixed on one point, not even daring to look at you two. a deep chuckle escaped sephiroth's lips, before he spoke the guy's name.
“cloud.” prying his eyes away from the blank wall, cloud nervously glanced to the side, a blush hushing over his cheeks as he caught a glimpse of you. “come closer.”
obeying sephiroth's command, cloud stepped away from the door and towards the two of you. that thin dress left no room for imagination, making it hard for cloud to even look at you. you were always pretty, but right now, you were absolutely beautiful. he wondered why he even ended up here, alone with the two of you, in such an intimate moment.
“can't even look at her~?” sephiroth teased and cloud froze. “she's been mine for months now, but i still catch you staring at her. not like you're the only one who does, she's a pretty thing, after all…” sephiroth gently stroked a strand of hair out of your face. “but you're different, aren't you, cloud? you're not just looking at her. you're fantasizing about her.”
cloud swallowed hard. was he that easy to read? was the way he looked at you making it that obvious? cloud's face turned red, giving away that sephiroth was spot on with his deduction. another deep laugh escaped sephiroth's lips, as he pulled down the straps of your dress, exposing your bare chest.
“take a good look.” sephiroth commanded.
cloud didn't want to stare, but as soon as he laid eyes on you, he couldn't pull away from you. in his pants, something began to twitch, the outline of his cock visible. it was more than embarrassing for cloud, but he couldn't help it. you were the prettiest girl he ever laid eyes on.
“how pathetic. you can't even hide how much you want what belongs to me.” sephiroth's fingers traced over your chest, his eyes remaining on cloud, who hungrily stared at you. “go on, cloud. stare. that's all you'll ever get – unless i allow otherwise.”
“i-i didn't mean to–”
“you didn't mean to drool over MY girlfriend, like a desperate virgin~?” sephiroth cut cloud off, with a grin. “too late for that. i've seen the way you look at her, every time she enters a room. how your cock twitches in your pants, when you stare at her.”
sephiroth rose from his seat, sliding you off his lap, before slowly circling your chair, coming to a halt behind you. roughly, he grabbed your dress, ripping it in half, your body now fully exposed. then he placed a hand on your shoulder, leaning closer, with his eyes still on cloud.
“she's perfect, isn't she, cloud?” he grinned. “soft skin. tight holes. takes my cock so well, even when i'm rough. you'll never find anyone like her.”
cloud's face was red at this point, his lips pressed together in desperation, only parting to plead at sephiroth.
“please, don't…”
“don't what?” sephiroth grinned. “don't tell you you what you're missing out on? don't fuel your perverted fantasies? don't remind you, that you'll go home alone tonight, jerking off all by yourself, as you wish she was yours? or don't… offer you a taste?”
sephiroth let the last words linger in the air.
“one time. that's what i'm offering you. you get to fuck her once – right here, right now. after that, you'll have to go the rest of your life knowing what you're missing. that what you most desire will never be yours.”
“a-are you serious…?” cloud's eyes widened, unable to believe what sephiroth just offered.
“you should know by now that i don't make jokes.” sephiroth gave you a little push, making you stand up. “get your cock out and take her. she won't mind. she knows better than to disobey.”
too quickly, cloud began to fumble with his belt, practically ripping his pants off himself. his cock was already rock hard as it sprung out – smaller than what you were used to from sephiroth. only when he stood in front of you did cloud begin to hesitate.
“hurry up, before i change my mind.” sephiroth spoke coldly. slowly, cloud placed his hands on your body, cock twitching excitedly, as he felt your soft skin. his fingers traced over it, before he took a step closer.
with a whimper, cloud pushed inside of you. for a moment, he held himself in place, not daring to move. your pussy clenched around him and he wrapped his arms around you, moaning against your chest.
“fuck…!” he cried, his hip starting to move. his movements were too fast and sloppy, just barely humping your body, but cloud felt too good to stop. “she's so tight… ‘n so wet… ha–”
“does she feel better than you imagined, cloud?” sephiroth mocked. cloud eagerly nodded, as his thrusts became even faster.
“b-better than i could've dreamed…!” he whined, his hands aimlessly wandering over your body. he didn't know where to put them, nor where he wanted to explore. he was purely driven by instinct, his mind clouded with lust. all he could do was push in and out of you, moaning your name with each thrust.
sephiroth simply watched, leaning back against the wall, with his arms crossed. the view amused him, but he knew it wouldn't last much longer anyways.
cloud came too fast, whimpering as he pumped his load inside of you. as if in trance, he whispered your name again and again, like a prayer. with glassy, lust-filled eyes, he stared at you, like you were a goddess. his hips still slowly moving, unable to stop, even after he had already cum. cloud couldn't get enough of you. but his time with you was up.
“move.” sephiroth stepped forward, shoving cloud out of the way and grabbing you by your neck. “watch how a real man does it.”
with one swift motion, sephiroth freed his cock from his pants, already hard from the little show you and cloud gave him. but now it was time that someone showed cloud a thing or two about how to properly fuck a woman. without a warning, sephiroth thrust inside of you, burying his entire length inside you, causing you to cry out loud.
“see this, cloud?” sephiroth began mercilessly pounding you from behind, your body shaking with each thrust and your legs quivering, until they gave up and sephiroth had to hold you up with his sheer power. “this is what she needs. not your sad little thrusts.”
sephiroth's hand reached around to rub your clit, rough circular motions, as he kept thrusting without giving you a break. just minutes later, he could feel your pussy clench around him and with a high-pitched cry of his name, you came on sephiroth's cock. he gave you a few more thrusts, no regards for how sensitive you were, before cumming inside you as well, with a low growl and biting down on your shoulder, as his cum spilled out of you and onto the floor.
the two of you breathed heavily, but sephiroth was the first to get his composure back. with his cock still buried inside of you, he glanced over to cloud, standing there, half-hard and cock already twitching again, after watching the first class soldier fuck you. sephiroth smirked, before slowly pulling out of you, hearing you quietly whine, now that your pussy was oh so empty again.
“one time.” sephiroth reminded cloud. “you got your one time with her. and now you better get out of my sight, before i decide that i won't even allow you to see her.”
sane!sephiroth x reader — domestic fluff edition.ᐟ 𝜗ৎ
cw: "suppressants" but not the omegaverse type, phone sex, mentions of a c-section and pregnancy.
Your husband was usually composed, and had a level of discipline that was unmatched by any other SOLDIER, naturally so given his upbringing.
But even the silver-haired general had his limits…
It has been nearly a month now. He was miles away, in some remote area doing whatever mission that was deemed worthy of a first class SOLDIER such as himself. It was supposed to only last two weeks at most, however, it seems that the mission required more attention than initially anticipated.
No matter the case, Sephiroth always made an effort to call at least once while he was away. You were his wife after all, and with the triplets getting a bit older (and rather clingy), it was reassuring to hear from him as often as his work would allow.
And yet, this phone call was rather strange.
Late in the evening it came. Just after dinner with your rambunctious triplets finished and you had shooed them off to get cleaned up for bed. Despite being away, possibly in a whole other time zone, he was still attuned to the schedule that had been established in your home.
“Perfect timing,” a faint and fond smile graces your lips as you balance the phone between your shoulder and ear while beginning to clean up the kitchen.
“How was dinner?” Gods, you missed his voice, it washes over you like an incoming tide. But as much as you loved his voice, you couldn’t help recounting the anecdotes of mischief starring your three boys since his last phone call.
So he listens, offering an occasional grunt or chuckle of amusement. Other than that, he was quiet. Which wasn’t unlike him, but there was an underlying vibe that you couldn’t quite place.
“I miss when they were smaller sometimes,” you finish, your tone a little wistful. The comment was mostly a joke, and you think nothing of it until there’s an odd sound of shifting in the background of the phone call followed by a nearly inaudible groan from your husband.
“Sephy… are you okay?”
“More than okay.”
“Uh… okay. You haven’t said much.” You switch your cellphone over to your other shoulder as you wipe down the counter. “Is something bothering you?”
“No. I just like hearing your voice.” His words are ever simple and straightforward. Except… they’re delivered slow, like he’s carefully deciding how to relay them and trying to keep his tone even.
A quiet pant and stifled groan crackles over the line, the reception was shit and yet the sound is as clear as day.
“Sephy,” you start slowly, like you had just caught a sly cat and didn't want it to get away, “are you doing things?” You had to be mindful of your wording, afraid the boys could dash in at any moment and hear the wrong thing.
“You could say that.”
“And you called just to hear my voice?… I-Is it helping?”
“Yes.”
This man and his bluntness would be the end of you. You’d think he would be the one bashful and flustered at the inappropriate deed he was doing on the other end of the line, but you’re the fool standing in the middle of the kitchen that’s stunned still and getting hot in the face.
You were encroaching on dangerous territory, your mind telling you to change topics, play coy— it’s what you do best. “The boys miss you… I miss you,” the second part coming out accidentally, making you skate right back onto thin ice.
The silence that ensues does not make things any better. It’s almost like a weight that pressures you into whispering more. With an awkward clear of your throat, you mutter, “I had a dream. It was so surreal. We were here, with the boys of course, during the first snowfall… but there was also a baby in my arms.”
This strength of silence is worse than the last. “I-I don’t know why I dreamed that, it’s so silly—
“Do you wish to have another?”
That question has you more flustered than the knowledge of what he was doing right now to the sound of your voice. You sputter for a second before finding words, “I have considered it a few times.”
“You considered it last time, and then we ended up with triplets.”
“No thanks to you of course. No one told you to stop taking your suppressants.” The man was lucky Shinra never found out that the reason the triplets came to be was because their best SOLDIER strayed from protocol. They chalked it up as chance and never asked any questions.
A low grunt is heard over the phone in response. To this day, it seemed he would have no regrets… typical man.
“I still need an explicit yes or no, little flower,” he murmurs.
“No.”
There’s a single huff of amusement from his end. Your answer came too quickly and your bluff held no weight. “I’ll be home within a week. Leave my key under the mat in case I return late.”
“Wait, what—
A series of beeps sound, indicating the secured call had ended, leaving you staring at the cellphone in utter disbelief. Sephiroth just casually dropped that he’d be coming home tomorrow after a month, but you still weren’t over him practically having phone sex and talking about having another baby.
The next week is filled with anxious anticipation of his arrival, but as the days passed you assumed that something important had delayed his return. So you focus on getting the boys tucked into bed, eager to have some much needed alone time.
A calm air of stillness settled in the farm house, the soft clinks of your spoon stirring your tea the only noise, all the lights off with only the dim moonlight slipping through the curtains to guide you.
However, you’re met with a wall of leather and muscle as you turn away from the counter. You gasp and try not to spill the hot tea.
“Sephiroth you scared the hell out of me!”
Mako green eyes that almost glow in the dark stare down at you. Besides the weariness that is evident in the hard planes of his faze, there is also mild displeasure. He didn’t even seem to care that he just shortened your lifetime in half with that scare.
“I don't particularly enjoy breaking into my own house.”
Oh shit… you forgot to put the key under the mat.
“Nothing to say, little flower,” he questions, a hand coming to caress your face gingerly as his eyes drift over your form. There’s no mistaking the hunger in his eyes. After being away from his wife for so long, any man would jump at the opportunity to touch her.
“I forgot.”
“Have you forgotten what we discussed during our last phone call as well?” He tilts your chin upward, an unspoken request to look him in the eyes. The general comes closer, his tall frame dwarfing yours and the tips of his boots nearly graze your toes.
“How could I forget? You were quite passionate.”
Sephiroth lets a tiny smirk tip the corner of his lips. ”So, you know what I intend to do,” his words are less of a question and more of assertion as the pad of his thumb is dragged across your lips. His eyes probably imagining all of the sinful things he wanted to do to you.
And unfortunately for you, there was nowhere to run, he had you trapped against the kitchen counter.
“I just put the boys to bed.”
“I’m sure they’re fine.” His tone is dismissive but not unkind as he lifts you onto the cold granite, a hand slipping to the nape of your neck, beckoning you to meet his lips. Despite your vocal hesitation, it doesn’t take much for you to open up for him, only a simple caress of your thighs before they split.
“My sweet flower… so beautiful,” he croons lowly, fingers running through your slick, curling to caress your clit with practiced ease. Your body responds just as he anticipated— a gasp paired with an arch of your back. He arguably knew your body better than yourself and the correct prediction makes him smirk again.
“I missed you too, by the way,” he finally returns your sentiment from last week over the phone. “I hope you haven’t forgotten my touch…” A small tsk sounds from him when he slips a finger in, apparently displeased with just how tight you’ve become after a month of his absence. Far too long for your body it seemed.
Not that you cared at all, eyes closed with pleasure, even bucking your hips forward a bit like you were seeking more. The sight is a little amusing to him, you can hear it in his voice when he speaks again into your ear, “Feeling good, little flower?”
When you voice satisfaction, he happily adds a second, then a third until you’re gripping his arms and squeezing his body with your legs. The man was always one to spoil you, eager to give all of himself in order to please you. What wouldn’t he give for his darling? The mother of his children.
A thought comes to the forefront of his mind at that. “I need to be honest with you,” he starts, unsuccessful at getting your attention, so he presses his thumb against your clit until you open your eyes with a whine. “I haven’t been taking my suppressants."
The news tampers your arousal for a moment, although it wasn’t that shocking. You should’ve known after that strange phone call last week, for Sephiroth was never one to be so… sensual over the phone, for a lack of better words. “Oh…”
“Oh? Nothing else to say? No reprimanding me about protocol or worrying about Shinra?” He questions before attacking your neck with more kisses and moving his hand between your legs once more.
“What do you want me to say? You’re pretty adamant about having another…”
“Not if it’s against your wishes.”
You sigh. Apparently this discussion needed to happen now instead of later, no matter that he’s already knuckles deep inside of you and you were sooo close to coming after a month of no intimacy.
“If it happens, then it happens,” is all that you say. If Gaia decided to bless you two with another bundle of joy, then so be it. Who were you to question the will of the planet?
“But do you want it to happen?”
“I’m… not opposed to it… but I have my reservations,” you murmur and avert your gaze when he places a hand over the faint scar that cuts across your pelvis. The last thing you wanted was to experience an emergency c-section again. The memory of Loz, your youngest triplet, getting stuck during delivery still made your heart twist with fear. Sephiroth knew you didn’t want to relive that, and he would never coerce you into having another child.
“I can’t promise that it won’t happen again,” he avoids mentioning the word that would undo so much healing— both literal and metaphorical— “but I can ensure that you will receive the best care so that we can be prepared. We’ll face any challenges together. Always.”
"Promise?" Your pinky slithers around his, a somewhat childish gesture you refused to let go of, no matter that you were in your twenties.
Sephiroth indulging doesn't make it any better. With the faintest of smiles, he lifts your interlocked pinkies and kisses them, "I promise."
That earns him a peck, albeit a little off center, teasing the corner of his mouth before he gently turns your face to properly kiss you.
"You know… trying for a girl wouldn't be so bad. I feel outnumbered in this house sometimes."
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sephiroth x reader drabble. 901 words. no warnings only fluff!! this is my first fanfic I've posted so please be nice. could be ooc? but I could see him being a very sweet partner once he's comfortable, obviously pre-nibelheim.
enjoy!
summer was coming to an end. the air in midgar had began to chill, and despite your best efforts to keep the cold out of your apartment it had still managed to sneak it's way in.
usually on a day like this, you would be cuddled up in bed with your boyfriend. but unfortunately, he'd been away on a mission for two weeks already.
he tried his best to update you when possible, but it still wasn't quite as much as you'd like. you knew he was busy though, and tried not to pester him too much about it
you plopped down on the couch, letting out a sigh as your eyes traveled over your apartment. you were bored. and cold. so with not much else to do on a day like this and nothing planned you decided to curl up on the couch for a nap.
you kicked off your slippers, cacooning yourself in blankets as you settled in. sooner than expected, you'd slipped into a peaceful rest with only the quiet noise of the rain on the windows in the background
you couldn't tell how much time had passed. you startled awake feeling a hand in your hair. your eyes shot open, only for a steadying voice to cut through your momentary fear
“relax. it's only me.” sephiroth muttered. having apparently slipped in the front door while you slept. he was still in uniform, only missing his sword “you were sleeping so soundly, I almost feel bad for waking you.”
“you're home?” you stammered, trying to push yourself up onto your elbows. his free hand came to your chest, easing you back down. at some point while you slept, he'd maneuvered you so your head was on his lap
“I am. the mission was cut short because of the rain.” he said softly, brushing the hair out of your face. his serpentine eyes lingered on your face for a long moment until he spoke again “I came home as soon as I could. there was little else on my mind except you.”
his hand slid around to your back, pulling you up just a bit. he leaned down his hair falling around his face as he brought his lips to your forehead. he kissed the warm skin there, then your temple and cheek.
“sephiroth.” you murmured, chiding him half heartedly “I'm a mess right now. I haven't brushed my hair or-” you began to protest, only for him to cut you off
“I've been away for two weeks. if you think I care about something as trivial as that you're sorely mistaken” he muttered, planting another kiss to the tip of your nose “I missed you. so so much.” he added, his voice taking a desperate edge you rarely heard from him. it instantly evaporated any sort of insecurity or hesitation you had in mind.
“come. let's get you to bed. it's not good to sleep on the couch like this” his arms slid under you, hoisting you up from the couch. you bristled from the cold air, snuggling closer to your lover
“you should have called. I would've made you something to eat, or at least greeted you at the door.” you muttered into his neck
he let out a slight huff, the closest thing to a laugh most would hear from him. one of his hands ran up and down your back soothingly as he pushed open the door to your shared bedroom with his hip.
“I'm very capable of taking care of myself.” he reassured, planting another kiss on the top of your head before he laid you down on the bed. “i’ll be back in just a minute”
you watched admiringly as he stripped out of his uniform, laying the leather garment on the back of a nearby chair to be cleaned later.
he disappeared into the bathroom for a short while. you let yourself settle into the familiar comfort of your bed while you waited.
when he returned his hair was still damp, and instead of his uniform he work a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips. he didn't reach for a shirt, which made you internally rejoice.
he slid into bed next to you, slipping under the covers. his chest pressed against your back as he curled his large frame around you. he pressed the lightest of kisses to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair.
“you're always so warm.” he said gruffly, his arm slipping around your waist to tug you closer. you twisted in his arms, enough to see his pretty face. his cheeks warmed under your gaze, the faint pink flush barely visible in the low light of your bedroom
your gaze softened as you took him in. he looked tired, which was expected after such a long mission.
“you should sleep.” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw. his arm tightened around you and despite clearing wanting to do more, he relented with a small sigh
“I know.” he replied, pulling the blanket tighter around the both of you “but… don't make any plans for the morning.” he added, his voice a heated promise.
a small giggle escaped you. and after you settled your head against his chest the two of you slipped into a peaceful rest with the promise of a fun morning at the forefront of your mind.
So this isn’t my typical fandom but I’m asking on behalf of a friend who’s in a bad situation: does anyone know of any Sephiroth shippers who have been known to harass female fans who ship themselves/their OCs with him?
Thanks
Imagine Sephiroth had abandoned Shinra after his last mission just as he said he would, promised himself he would.
So he flees and retreats to a recluse location, near a coastal village, a familiar visage like Banora.
He's kicked up the boots, taken to concealing Masamune to the bindings of secrecy, hidden away in some trunk in his house that more or less could do with a bit of a refresher since its become overgrown to a level it almost blends in completely with its tropical surroundings.
You've come to know him as a bit of a hermit and try what you may to encourage him to come out of hiding. But soon enough there come circumstances that try and force his hand, and he's compelled to become a soldier - a hero - once again.
cw: sfw, fluff, mention of human anatomy, physiology jargon, sephiroth may be ooc, gn reader, not proofread, shoddy grammar, the ending is a little weird because i didnt know what to put.
a/n: i wrote this because my back hurts like really really bad but tbh i dont think i should be feeling this way because im still 16 💀
coming home after a long day out on your feet somehow had left your back feeling sore. as you fumbled with your keys to open up your apartment door, the ache in your back only worsened. you sighed as you turned the knob after unlocking your door, swinging it open and rubbing the back of your neck while stepping inside. the door shut behind you by itself while you went to remove your shoes and amble further into your apartment. choosing to drop onto your couch face-first and unceremoniously, you groaned. your back was killing you. maybe it was from the odd way you had slept last night, or from the shrimp posture you typically adopted when sitting at a desk for hours. whatever it may have been, it festered in your spine, a persistent ache in every vertebrae, caudal to cephalic. you let out a small huff, and attempted to stretch your back out while you rose from the couch. you twisted your back, successfully loosening some of your lumbar vertebrae, and brought your arms behind you and stretched, further opening up your thoracic vertebrae. despite these leaps in your pain management, your cervical, and parts of your upper thoracic spine still ached. you tried stretching for the better half of an hour, finding increasingly more complicated ways to stretch in an effort to feel some relief, yet your efforts remained in vain, your upper back was still killing you. you did the only thing you could do in response to this, and flopped down onto the couch. you opened your phone and chose to mope around, a fine response to your predicament. however, salvation was near, as tonight was one of the few nights that your boyfriend- midgar’s poster boy sephiroth- would visit you. true to your plans, the knob to your door jangled and in came sephiroth, albeit in a more casual look with a face mask and cap in order to avoid being recognized on the way here. he removed both items and let down his hair as he stepped further into your apartment and greeted you.
“laying down on the couch?” he asked with a slight smile tracing his lips. you could only groan in response.
“seph, god, my back is killing me!” you sat up and allowed him to sit beside you. you turned to him, and leaned into his chest. he met his lips with yours and stroked your thigh up and down, allowing you to bask in his warmth. his long hair tickled your nose since it got all up in your face, especially as he pressed his cheek to yours and rubbed it. you couldnt help but aliken him to a cat in your mind. you thought that if you listened closely enough you might even hear him purr in contentment.
“get up, i think i know how to help you.” he said quietly after a few minutes of cuddling you tightly. you obliged him, quickly seeking the relief you’d spent an hour trying to find. he came behind you and snaked his strong arms near your diaphragm. you could feel his heart against your back, along with the other contours and sinews of his lean muscles. you fought off a small grin, you really lucked out with this one.
“am i holding you too tight?” he questioned, his warm breath tickling your ear.
“no, this is fi-ine” you stumbled over your words as he buried his face into your neck and bit it. you could smell his special tsubaki hair mist, so you breathed it in after a long while of not seeing him. the scent was comforting, and undoubtedly him. you scoffed and reached behind you to find a lock of his hair to tug in retaliation as he had a good laugh at your expense.
“couldn’t help myself, sorry.” he laughed into your ear again, before he tightened his hold slightly and lifted you into the air for a few seconds. you were like featherweight to him, his strength often allowed him to roughhouse with you with reckless abandon during your more playful moments. regardless, your back made a very audible cracking noise, letting go of a whole day of tension, and as he set you down, you felt a lot looser than you had five minutes ago. you stretched your back and twisted left and right to test out your newly unkinked spine as he stepped back and appreciated being with you. you turned around to thank your savior and gave him a kiss on the cheek while you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands came to rest on your waist.
“my hero!” you jokingly swooned. he smiled slightly in response to this and touched your forehead to his, staring into your eyes with his own cat-like pupils. he held you for a few minutes, opting to stroke your back where it had been aching prior, allowing you to melt into his arms. he pressed his lips against yours again, then pressed them to your cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, anywhere that you would let him, really.
