#ff7 x reader

So when he fucks you he mostly likes to watch your cute expression when you are about to cum, when he holds your hips just to feed you with his thick inches over and over, to have these pretty orbs rolling back. Making himself groan, and his cock throb.

"Look at me, baby." you cooed in his ear, when you felt the blond nuzzled your neck, hard planes of muscles looming over you, two large, rough hands spreading your thighs open.

"N-no...you're just going to tease me." Cloud said firm, with a ragged breath while he bullies his cock right between your puffy folds.

So wet and warm, and so fucking velvety.

"Please, just one look, give me one look, pretty boy." you urged so sweetly, he was sure when he would not see your face he could get off on your voice alone.

Calling the 1 rank SOLDIER 'pretty boy', as if it would not make his dick any harder, making his balls draw up tight.

"No funny business, yeah?" Cloud repeated before finally getting up, still holding your thighs apart as you squirmed under him. With a smirk, wiggling your pussy down his shaft a little more, clenching around his base. Your pussy was always killing him.

"See, it's not that hard." you replied, and then he just gave you one mean thrust, mako blue eyes locking with yours, his gaze over all had roamed from your pretty pussy, stuffed full of him up your torso, your perfect tits, to your kiss bitten neck and then your gorgeous face. Your expression a little too cocky, but with that mean thrust there you had these big eyes again, jaw fell open, your expression just so full in need of him.

And hell, he was gone, he was so gone, groaning from only the fact how your eyes rolled back, the way he continued to pound into you.

One hand came up to tenderly cup your cheek, making your head that fell back in pure bliss, so he could just admire your pretty face.

"You are so....fuck, so pretty. Taking me so well." he praised you, he was just so in love with you and your expressions, making him nearly spill his load into you...

Reno ~ Mirror, mirror on the wall…

Reno is nasty, like when he could, he would have an eye on every part of you. Fucking you raw and that stamina, girl, you need to run away when you can't take it anymore.

Not that he would let you.

After all you are his 'sweet thing' adoring you in every position he folded you into.

Even when he is more of a tits guy, but when he could, damn he fucks you in front of the mirror.

Reno got confidence in buckets, he knows he is hot, he knows you think he is hot.

And for some reason he enjoys to not only make you watch yourself, how good you were taking his dick. But also how he fucked you, how his abs tensed when taking you from behind.

How the veins on his lower arm and on the hand popped up when grabbing your throat to make you look in the mirror.

And of course, how helplessly cute you looked when getting your cunt pounded like it would be the only goal in his life.   

"Nah, no looking away, babygirl." he snickered, always playful while being so deep inside you, you thought you would have been split open. Your cheeks already flush, his hands had grabbed your arms, hooking his hands underneath your elbows, to pull on you, just to bury a further inch inside your snug pussy.

Your pussy was pure heaven for him, dripping down his shaft, no one else could make you this wet, and he fucking knew it.

Always a shy girl, but so nice and wet when his dick was inside you. Moaning and crying, stating it would be too much, although it was just right.

"Re-reno, it's weird." you puffed out of your plump lips, when you looked at him through the mirror. Still, his pace restless and fast. Just slowing down now a little, to gave you something to breathe.

"Weird you say? So weird to watch that cute pussy getting parted for me? I love how we look like that, sweets." he stated, tilting his head, before letting one arm of you loose. You had such a nice deep arch for him.

"I mean, look at that... See how I enjoy fucking you?" he bends slightly forward just to lick a stripe up your neck to whisper it in your ear. Making his tip hit your cervix, what made you squeal, so cute, he swore you were so cute like this.

"Fuck...you're so...ahhh naughty." you tried to act up, a weak attempt on the fact how your walls grabbed his length.

"Oh, believe me, when I wouldn't be a turk, we would be porn stars, sugar." he joked, before grabbing you more firmly and steady to continue you to fuck you into oblivion in front of the mirror.

"Now give me a cute face, yeah, just like that. Look how good we look, how well you take me." he praised you with that damn sneer in his face, the damn grin and these turquoise eyes that now landed on you and him in the reflection. 

Sephiroth ~ Eyes on your pussy…

He is not really known to be so close with anyone. Expect you, one of the assistants from Hojo. Always so cute and your thoughtful expression. Alone, the care you took to ask him if he is fine, after a mission. Something he enjoyed, something that made him want to have you. And indeed he had you, all so possessive, all so rough.

Just enough time to have you on the desk in some office.

But what he adored to look at, green mako eyes fixed on that pink slit between your thighs.

Spreading your pussy lips apart, just to watch how deep he sunk into your welcoming heat.

He wasn't that good to look into your face, not that he wouldn't manage that at all. But it made his heart a weird movement, a weird feeling he didn't know how to put. So fixing on your wet cunt instead, seemed like a plan to him. Something he grew a little obsessed with.

Watching every little twitch your pussy made, how your clit throbbed when being neglected. How your hole clenched when he split you open.

Damn, it fascinated him, how he could stretch your pretty cunt out. And how it made your core flutter. Especially when you had this tummy bulge because he was so big, when he could watch how he rearranged your insides.

These low moans and grunts that came from his throat, not just because you felt absolutely divine, no because your pussy was like a pretty flower blooming for him.

A flower he wanted to squirt all over him, to gush out in pure ecstasy.   

"Look at that, so eager to take all of me, hm?" he teased with a calm voice, before his tip vanished inside you again, making your spine curve up.

"Please...faster." you whined nearly, but that plea fell on def ears, his eyes only watching your puffy folds. A hand of yours reaching down, wanting to rub your clit, to get that feeling of being high on pleasure. But before you could even touch your nub, his hand slapped yours away.

His handsome features shortly came to look in your eyes.

"Not without permission, little one. But I guess you lost that privilege now." he said to you, pushing his thick girthy cock further inside you.

The way your eyes rolled back, was something he may want to look more often, maybe when he had enough of watching that cute cunt try to milk him.

"But, Sephiroth... I just...hmm, just want-" you tried to say something with sense, although he literally fucked your brain out before.

"Sweet girl, got a greedy pussy. You just want, to cum, no other thought in that pretty head of yours." he taunted you nearly, making you blush, although he was right.

Wanting to cum so badly, you nearly could taste it on your cunt.

One hand from him moved down your belly, feeling how deep he was inside you, pressing down slightly, what made you cry out.

"Oh god..." was all you could let out, as he watched in awe how you clenched around him, how these juices spilled out of your cunt, making your legs shake. How he, the strongest SOLDIER, made you shake.

"Yeah, that's what I thought...pretty girl, with an even more pretty pussy." he murmured before finally picking up his pace.

Zack Fair ~ Shutting up when seeing tits…

Zack has a body that bangs you until the sun goes up and a face that wants to make you breakfast. But he couldn't help to have his girlfriend on top of him. Propped up on his thick cock. His mako eyes just loved to watch your tits bounce for him, how soft they were. How good your mounds looked when he gave them a little hickey sometimes because he sucked a little too eager.

Creamy skin, and pretty nipples, just so alluring to him. Always having them in his hands, always looking at them. Nearly as if he was cast with a spell, so in trance.

And the way you dragged your cunt up and down his pulsing cock, making him groan.

Eyes sometime fluttering shut, only to open again, afraid he might miss one of your cute bounces and the way your tits moved with it.

That puppy, gone, totally gone.

He was always a tits guy, no matter how yours looked, how big or small they were, he just loved them. Squished them, and he always had this endearing blush on his cheeks, when you caught him being totally transfixed to your chest.   

"God, yes. Riding me so good, you are such a...a natural in this, aren't you?" he babbled, he never could keep his mouth shut, not at all. The way your insides grabbing him, making him buck his hips up a little, just to bully his pink tip back inside you, against your sweet spot.

Then you took off your shirt and this was the moment, it made him shut up.

Just a groan and a moan slipping out of his lips.

Spiky hair messy when he reached one hand up to palm your tit.

"Suddenly so quiet." you joked while grinding against him, making his abs tense underneath you. Supporting your weight on top of his torso, sometimes fingers dancing over these muscles, you liked so much.

"Let a man adore his girlfriends, boobs. Can't help when....ah fuck...can't help when they are so perfect." he tried to listen, indeed he tried. Besides the fact that every blood was in his rock hard cock, now your unpacked, stunning tits on display for him. A thumb brushing over your nipple, before he gently tugged on it, making you gasp.

"Zack..." you moaned, your cunt dragging along his shaft in the most delicious way, the hips of you in a circle motion.

When you suddenly felt how his other palm came up grabbing you and pushing you forward, his hands on your ass. Making your upper body fall into him. As he decided to pound into you while his face being smashed with your tits.

"I love your tits, damn, so fucking perfect. Baby, I just could cum from looking at them." he confessed, hold back a whimper before his lips found the sensitive nipple from your right breast to suck in it. Making him groan even more, making his cock disappear even faster inside you.

Rufus Shinra ~ Got a thing for your backside…

Oh, every time you walk by, every time you turned around so he could see your pretty backside.

Rufus Shinras mouth went dry, that perfect curve of your ass, the way your hips swayed slightly when you walked.

The shape, alone the fact it looked so...just so good. Nearly made his serious composure fall.

After all, he was a busy man, a powerful man.

The president of Shinra companies was not only in love with you, but hell, did he is in love with your ass.

Having you bend over his desk whenever he could, not that he would have many opportunities in his leadership position. And every time he fucking loved to watch your soft skin yield under his touch, how your ass bounced back against him. How it looked when he grabbed a chunk of it.

Not to forget, he just couldn't help then to smack it while fucking his cock inside your tight pussy.

Alone, the fact you always arched your ass up for him, how it made your cunt clench when he smacked your ass.

The red hand print that was left there, before he would soothe it with a sweet caress.   

"Keep the arch, pretty. Need to be deep inside you, after that...urghh meeting." his voice strained, his blue orbs fixed on your flesh. The way your back was curved, how you knew he liked your butt that much, how you shamelessly wiggled it back onto him. Before moaning so pretty.

It was like a long needed break, every time he plunged his needy cock inside your heavenly cunt.

His hands grabbing your waist, just to watch the skin jiggled every time he thrusted inside you, feeling every vein that drags along his cock.

"Spank me, please." you urged him then, already could tell he wanted, just how his fingers before had danced over your skin, grabbing a good chunk of your ass. Holding back, not wanting to overwhelm his pretty lady so soon. Although, the way your ass bounced back against his pelvis, had something hypnotic and satisfying. Making him calmer, reducing his stress level. But when he could smack your ass, spank it, making you whimper and clench down on him. This had the Shinra president, going.

You heard a deep breath and a slight growl, just by how good he was fucking you. His palm caressing your sensitive skin, in a gentle motion.

"You play your cards just right, hm? Exactly knowing what I wanted, before I even bend you over." you heard him chuckle, and just as soon as you wanted to reply a sharp spank was heard, making your chest lay flat against the wooden desk. It had you cross-eyed, pussy drooling.

"Look at that, as if my hand print would be your personal branding, darling." he cooed before he leaked pre-cum right inside you, hitting that spongy part with such precise.

"Then brand me, baby." you moaned, wanting more of it.

“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.

You’d admittedly done poorly, and he’d ended up knocking you onto your back in the end. But it wasn’t entirely your fault. One too many intimate dreams about Sephiroth last night had led you to being distracted by every little thing he did today. Curse him and his ethereal beauty. 

You get yourself onto your feet, putting your weapon away and getting some water. Sephiroth watches you, like a feline stalking its prey, with those cyan, slitted eyes of his. You shiver under his intense gaze, knowing he’s about to interrogate you- find the cause of your absent concentration during today’s spar.

“You’ve been rather unfocused today. It’s unlike you,” he states, his tone mostly flat, with a hint of concern as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” you say, not daring to elaborate beyond that. “I’m sorry.”

“Hm. Insomnia? Perhaps you need a medical exam.”

“No- I don’t think that’s necessary,” you say too quickly, and he raises a thin silver eyebrow in response. Shit.

“How come?”

“Just… personal things,” you bite your lip, crushing under the pressure of knowing he’s going to find the truth. He always does.

Sephiroth then says your name, taking a step closer to you. “…maybe I can assist. I’d like to help in any way I can, as your friend.”

There’s a gleam in his eyes that tells you he’s figured you out, but he wants you to be the one to say it. A shuddered breath leaves you, and you find yourself looking at your boots. “I was dreaming of you,” you confess. 

“Ah, I see,” he hums, creeping ever so closer. “Do elaborate.”

“You… were in my room,” you start, not missing the way Sephiroth removes a glove before placing his hand on your shoulder. “-With me.”

“And what were we doing?” He asks, sliding his hand over and up your neck to cup your cheek. 

“We… were on my bed,” you shiver, breathing staggering as he rubbed his thumb over your lips. “I was… on top of you.” 

“Oh?” 

“A-and. You were kinda… using me,” the imagery of your dream floods back into your mind. Your cheeks burn with shame as you think about it. “Like- you were grabbing my hips and forcing me to ride you…”

Sephiroth doesn’t say anything more, but his eyes tell you he wants you to keep talking. 

“And then you made me get on my knees… and threw me onto the bed after finishing on my breasts,” your voice trembles as you keep speaking. He’s not doing anything besides holding your face in his palm, and yet you can feel yourself growing more desperate by the second, clenching around nothing from within your shorts. 

“Sounds like quite the dream,” Sephiroth then says, removing his hand from your face. Pathetically, you lean forward to chase his touch, and he chuckles in return.

“You really are desperate,” he smirks. “It’s no wonder you did terribly during practice today. Perhaps… you’re in need of a punishment for your shortcomings?” 

You almost whine. “Yes- please.”

“Then go clean yourself up, and meet me back in my bedroom,” he instructs, sliding his glove back on. He leans down, angling his face to speak directly against your ear. “Wear the pair you bought for me,” he adds in a hushed voice, referring to the lingerie you’d purchased months ago, back when you’d first started this whole arrangement with Sephiroth.

You nod, maybe a bit too eagerly, and grab your belongings before dashing off to the first class’ living quarters. Sephiroth follows behind you, but seems more outwardly relaxed, patient. You are entirely the opposite- a complete mess.

Once you’re in your bedroom, you shower with inhumane speed, but still ensure you’re nice and clean for Sephiroth. You know he hates having filth touch his bed. Then, you dry yourself off and open your underwear drawer, pulling out one of the very few lingerie sets you own. This one’s his favorite, it’s black with little silver bows, to mirror him. Sliding it on, you look yourself over in the bathroom mirror, adding some slight touch ups to your general appearance, and then leave for his room. 

You move quickly through the living space, not wanting anyone else to see you heading into Sephiroth’s bedroom in nothing but a lacy bra and panties. Not that anyone is around at this hour anyway.

When you enter, he’s sitting on his bed, back facing you. His long hair has been washed and brushed clean, and he’s wearing nothing but his regular pants and boots. He looks over his shoulder, and smiles at you. “You look lovely,” he says.

You blush under his complimentary words, knowing you’re edging closer and closer to the line of being in love rather than just being his friend that he also has semi-frequent sex with. But perhaps you are already in love. You wouldn’t dare to let anybody else see you like this, nor treat you this way.

He stands up and approaches you, reaching around and behind you to lock the door. His chest is inches from meeting your face, and you nearly pass out, his skin still glistening from the shower he’d just taken, the smell of him intoxicating and heavenly. “There,” he says, as the door’s lock clicks into place. 

He pulls away, and his expression grows serious for a moment. “Tell me what you want- it seems you want me to be rough, but I don’t wish to break any boundaries.”

You nervously swallow. “I…do want you to be rough. I don’t care if it leaves marks on me. I… I want to be your ragdoll,” you clarify, struggling to make eye contact with him, his delicious chest and abs being so close to your eye level. 

“My ragdoll…” he echoes. “Alright. But you know you can tell me to stop at any time.”

“I know,” you say, finally smiling and looking at him. “But I want it… I want to be thrown around and at your mercy.”

With that, he leads you to his bed, and sits against his pillows. You take note that he’s allowing his boots on his bed, and you’re left confused.

“Shoes on the bed?” You question, standing at his side.

“Figured it won’t matter,” he mutters. “I’ll need to clean the bedding once I’m done with you anyway.”

A shiver travels down your spine, cunt clenching within your panties.

“Get on my lap,” he commands, and you obey without hesitation. 

You plant yourself on his thighs, able to feel his length growing harder from within his pants. Sephiroth presses a hand to your exposed back, pushing you forward and against him. You can feel every one of his muscles against your softer stomach, your chests pushing into one another’s. You feel like you’re floating, the proximity to him having a horrible effect on you. And then he begins to speak, that velvety voice of his making your heart flutter.

“I suppose I’ll take directions from your dream,” he says, “but before you ride me, we need to get you warmed up, don’t we?” 

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as he slides you over to have one thigh between your legs, and he flexes the muscles within it, pressing up against your clothed cunt. 

“Hump me,” he demands.

You grip his arms and slide your hips forward, biting your lip. He continues flexing his thigh, pushing it up into you. Sliding your hips back, and then forward again, you sigh heavily, wishing there wasn’t any fabric between your cunt and his skin. 

Luckily, he comes to your aid.

“Stop,” he says, pulling you up onto your knees. Without another word, he hooks his fingers under your panties and pulls them down, maneuvering you to completely pull them off of your body. Once they’re off, he brings them to his face, breathing in your lingering scent. 

“I’ll be keeping these for now,” he casually says, setting them on his nightstand. You wonder what he plans on doing with them this time. You know he likes to wrap them around his cock and jerk himself off when he’s feeling lonely, or he’ll sometimes do the same when he wants to torture you by making you watch without being touched. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts when he presses your now exposed cunt back to his thigh, and forces you to keep grinding against him. You hum at the contact, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second. You’re certain there will be a trail of your juices left on his thigh once you finish with this. 

“So wet already,” he teases, removing one hand from your hips to instead slide it under your bra, groping one of your breasts. “So desperate for me.”

“Yes,” you hiss as your clit catches on his muscles flexing. “I want you in me. I wanna ride you, Seph… please fuck me.”

“Ready so soon? Well I don’t think I want to move on just yet,” he disagrees, pulling his hand out from your bra and instead pulling it down so your left breast spills out from it. He leans you back, giving himself enough room to angle his head so that he can take your nipple into his lips, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. 

You whine, looking down and watching as silver hair takes up your entire vision. Sephiroth sucks on your breast, gently pulling your nipple between his teeth to stimulate it further. 

His hand that isn’t occupied with rolling your hips pulls your other breast free and he palms it, squeezing the mound of flesh in his hand before tweaking your other nipple between his thumb and index finger. You melt in his hold, squeezing your hands tightly into fists as it quickly starts to become too much. If he doesn’t stop, you’ll cum. 

Perhaps he can feel your cunt contracting on his thigh, because he abruptly pulls away, his lips leaving your breast with a loud ‘pop’. Saliva coats your skin, trickling down to your stomach. There’s vague bite marks surrounding your nipple, and your other breast is red from how hard he’d been fondling it. 

“Now I think we can move on,” he says, pushing you further down his lap so that he has enough space to undo his belts and unzip his pants, pulling his hardened cock out. His length is as beautiful as ever, as pale as the rest of his body with the tip red and leaking in contrast. He’s so big, and you wonder if you’ll ever get used to having that monster buried in your cunt. It sits stiffly, nearly touching his abs from how hard it is. “Touch me.”

You carefully bring a hand to his member, touching your index and middle finger to his head, gently tracing around it with your fingertips. His cock twitches beneath your touch. “Good,” he praises, “now wrap your hand around it.”

You do as he asks, wrapping your hand around the length, before slowly, tortuously sliding it up and down, squeezing him within your hand. Sephiroth hums, a sign he’s pleased by your actions. “Faster.”

You begin to jerk him, but that doesn’t last very long, as he suddenly snatches your wrist into his hand, pulling you away. “Careful. Don’t make me cum right away.”

“But you’ve always been able to go for multiple rounds-“

“I know. But I don’t want to cum just yet. I need to get inside of you, first.” 

Without warning, he lifts you up and aligns his cock with your throbbing pussy, sliding himself into you as he lowers you back into his lap. You cry out, feeling his length splitting you apart. Fuck, it’s so, so big…. You’ll never be able to get used to the stretch of fitting him inside. 

Once he’s bottomed out, he digs his fingers into your hips, and drags you over his cock, not pulling it out at all, simply rutting it against your walls for now. You squirm as you can feel it nearly rubbing at your cervix, and Sephiroth chuckles. “No matter how much you writhe… you won’t be getting away from me.”

You moan at his words, and then he lifts you up, shoving you back down and interrupting your moan as you instead cry out. He continues this motion, pulling you up by your hips before slamming your body back down onto his cock, fucking you like you’re his personal little toy. You don’t even know what to do with yourself, your hands forming into fists as you bring them to your chest, letting your head fall back the more he drags you over his cock. He grunts, reaching one hand up to pull your bra out of the way, allowing your breasts to bounce with the motions of him fucking you, all while still using his left hand to lift you. He’s so fucking strong, it’s almost terrifying; how he can so easily maneuver you. 

When his right hand returns to your hip, the motions of him thrusting your body get faster, harder. You whine and babble as he hits so deep inside your cunt, feeling like you’re going to be bruised on the inside from this alone. How are you going to manage surviving the rest of your evening with him? Because if you’re meant to be following your dream, that means he still has to-

He groans, leaning forward and burying his face into your neck. His cock twitches inside of you as warm ropes of his cum shoot up into you, coating your insides white. Your cunt naturally squeezes his length, milking him. But you still want more. 

His mouth is open against your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin. After a moment though, he pulls you off of him, watching with intrigued eyes as his cum begins to seep out from your hole and into his lap. And then, before you know it, you’re on your knees between his legs as he sits at the edge of the bed.

His cock still stands erected, reddened and leaking, but ready for more. You’re eager to take him in your mouth, but are stopped by his next words:

“Clean up your mess,” he demands, referring to the pools of cum on his clothed thighs. You don’t question it, and immediately dip your head, letting your tongue drag along the smooth fabric of his pants. You lap up every droplet of his cum, swallowing it down and licking your lips once finished. He gazes down at you, satisfaction and lust apparent in his eyes, pleased with how willing to obey his every word you are. 

“Good girl,” he hums, putting one hand on the back of your head, digging his fingers into your hair and pulling you closer to his cock. It presses against your cheek, warm and still a little wet from being inside of you. “Now you can have it.”

You open your mouth wide, using your dominant hand to help guide his tip into your mouth. It tastes of his cum mixed with your own juices. You swipe your tongue along the center of his head and he shudders, his grip on your hair tightening enough to make your head begin to ache. But you don’t complain, unhinging your jaw and taking more and more of his length into your mouth. It’s a struggle to fit all of him, as he’s already poking at your throat and you can’t possibly fit another inch in. You hold the remainder of it in your hand, keeping the other one anchored on his thigh. And then, he starts to push and pull on your head, fucking your throat.

“Mmph-“

You try your hardest not to gag, but it’s so, so difficult. He’s too big, too thick. You whine as he slides over your tongue, tip pressing back into your throat. The whole time, he’s grunting above you, breathing heavy and loud as he observes. You try to look up at him from your position, and his eyes squeeze shut, thin eyebrows knitting together as he moans. It’s one of the prettiest noises you’ve ever heard from him- and you cannot help but to hum in response.

Your noises cause vibrations over his cock, and he abruptly jerks his hips up. You instantly gag, saliva spilling from your lips as you cough on him. He yanks your head back, freeing your mouth. 

“Careful,” he teases, and you want to bite back, tell him it’s his fault you nearly choked on his cock- but you say nothing, still coughing and struggling to breathe. 

Before he resumes having you suck him off, he momentarily releases your hair and undoes your bra, throwing it to the side. Now you’re completely nude- and he still has his pants and boots on. The imbalance only turns you on even further.

You go back to swallowing down his cock, squeezing the base of it and fondling his balls to try and encourage him to cum. Your pussy feels so empty, and you’re growing more impatient by the second, ready to have him pin you down and fuck you hard. 

His hand runs soothingly through your hair, and he leans back onto one of his arms, enjoying every second of this. But his pleasure heightens, as he once again starts to orgasm. He hastily pulls out of your mouth, pulling you up by your hair to get your chest level with his length. Angling his cock with his left hand, Sephiroth spills onto your breasts, a healthy amount of cum dripping down, running over the curves of your chest and eventually leaking down to your stomach. 

“You look beautiful like this,” he sighs, gazing intensely at you. “If only I could keep you covered in my seed all the time… wouldn’t that be a sight?” 

You swoon at his words, despite them being so dirty and defiling. You’re pulled from your thoughts though, as he stands and lifts you up, throwing you down face first into the bed. 

You land with an ‘oof’, feeling his cum smear between your skin and the bed sheets. He was certainly right about them needing to be cleaned after your activities. 

You can hear him removing his shoes and pants, and try to glance back at him. All you catch is a glimpse of pale skin and muscle moving towards you, silver hair swaying as he leans over and pushes your head into the mattress. You feel his large hands on you, running over your hips and thighs. You wiggle against him, trying to raise your ass a little- perhaps to entice him into getting inside of you faster. But you’re quickly met with a loud slap as his palm lands against your ass, and you immediately stop the teasing. 

“Such pathetic actions,” he remarks, “you truly are desperate to have me inside of you.” 

“Please, Seph,” you whine, feeling him kneel over you. 

He slides his hands into place around your hips, pulling you up to be flesh with him. His cock sits between your legs, poking against your soaking wet folds. You can feel it throb and twitch against you, and fuck, you’re just so ready to be stuffed full of it.

“Please what?” He asks, stroking his palm over your ass and thigh, tapping his fingertips against your hip with his other hand. The feeling is electrifying. Everything about him is making you feral, entirely addicted to him. You need to be his, forever. 

“Please put your cock in me,” you say, almost crying beneath him. “Make me yours, I want it- want you, I need you, fuck- I… I love you,” you cry, voice rising to a desperate, completely unhinged level. 

The motions of his hands come to a pause, and you wonder if you’ve gone and ruined everything. But then you hear him chuckle, and your heart swells. 

“Alright,” he hums, and his left hand leaves your hip, taking his cock into it instead. He prods the tip against your clit, and you squirm again- but not for long.

The head of his length pokes past your folds, dipping into your tight hole. As it pushes further in, you almost scream, his cock completely tearing you apart at this angle. You can’t handle how huge he is, how it completely stretches you to your limits, his entire body enveloping you. He slides his whole length inside your cunt, burying himself to the hilt. His fat balls press against your skin, his thighs and stomach covering every inch of your back side. He could easily crush you- and you’d welcome it.

A hand caresses your stomach, feeling against your soft skin to find the shape of his cock, prominent and nearly poking through you from the size difference. He pushes his finger tips and palm against you, and you whimper, the pressure becoming overwhelming. 

“I hope you’re ready,” he whispers against your neck, pressing a kiss along your spine as his long hair cascades around your body.

“Yes,” you choke, tears forming in your eyes as you can barely take the anticipation any longer. 

He straightens his back, and without any further warning, pulls back before snapping his hips against you, shoving his cock back inside. It almost hurts, but you need more. He does it again, and again, slowly building up to a faster and harsher pace. Soon, he’s fully slamming himself against your body, cock head bullying against your cervix. His balls slap against you, wet, lewd noises filling the air. It’s so nasty, yet so intimate. You never want this to end. You want to stay here, below him, in his arms forever.

“What would everyone think,” he panted, continuing to thrust into you, “if they saw you like this? Being claimed and defiled into a sobbing mess by me? One of Shinra’s first class SOLDIERs… turned into nothing but a crying whore?”

Your cunt clenches at his words. Sephiroth never says things like that, and certainly doesn’t swear. So for him to call you a whore? You nearly cum from that alone.

Tears spill down your cheeks as he keeps fucking you, thick cock sliding in and out of your gummy walls. “And what if I were to breed with you?” He asks, a humored tone to his velvety voice, “what would they think then, seeing your belly swollen with my child?”

You almost scream, voice muffled only by the sheets that you grip onto. The imagery of his words is sending you over the edge, your pussy spasming as you gush around him, creaming on his cock. 

“Good girl,” he smiles, watching as your juices spill out from between your bodies. “You like that, hm? The idea of me impregnating you?”

When you don’t answer, nothing but weak sobs leaving your lips, he pushes himself all the way in, briefly pausing to smack your ass again. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” You cry, lifting your head up with what little strength is left in you. “I do like that- Sephiroth, I… please… I wanna be yours…”

“How endearing,” he comments, bending over you and completely swallowing your frame under his. “Perhaps I’ll have to indulge in your fantasies, one day.”

Maybe if you weren’t so completely fucked out, you’d question his words and ponder if he was admitting to returning your quickly spiraling feelings; as this was certainly the first time he’d said anything like this during sex. But instead you moaned into his bedsheets, drool dribbling down your chin.

Without any warning whatsoever, Sephiroth grabs you firmly and flips you onto your back, then resumes pounding into your fluttering hole. “I want to see your face when I cum,” he says, placing his thumb on your clit. “My pretty girl…”

You arch below him, reaching your hands up to hold onto his forearms. He rubs quick and light circles into your clit, and you writhe, incoherently moaning his name. He can barely keep up with his relentless pace at this point, his thrusts becoming slow and sloppy. His face contorts into an expression of intense pleasure, his pretty lips parting as a soft whine escapes him. And finally, he begins to come undone again. As hot white ropes of his seed pump into you, he collapses onto your smaller frame, wrapping his arms around you and pressing his whole weight against you, suffocating you. His hips shake and stutter against yours, emptying everything he has into your cunt. You cum again, holding him tightly and whispering his name as you both begin to come to a gradual stop.

You pant in each other's arms, embracing one another with a tightness that can only mean neither of you want to let the other go. As he catches his breath, Sephiroth peppers light kisses against your head, and you do the same to his neck.

You both lay there, basking in the heat of each other’s spent bodies- silent and serene. You can feel his cock softening inside of you, your juices and his cum beginning to spill out, pooling on the bedsheets. 

After a moment, he whispers your name, voice husky. But his tone is entirely different, more sincere and meek. 

“Hm?” You blink, so exhausted you barely hear him.

“Did you mean it? When you said you loved me?”

You breathe in his scent, taking a few deep breaths before replying.

“…yes,” you confess. 

He rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him as he does so. Sephiroth gazes into your eyes, a loving look replacing the one of intense lust from moments ago. He brings one hand to your face, holding it just like he’d done hours ago, and drags his thumb over your soft skin as he admits;

“I… I feel the same.”

sephiroth can only watch as crystalline tears freeze upon touching the icy ground at your knees and when droplets of your blood join them, his head starts to hurt, an aching pressure behind his eyes that he’s felt many times before and conjures images of raging flames and a pool of blood he knows is yours. 

when he’s able to open his eyes again, there’s a split second of relief that he feels when he sees you still in front of him before it’s replaced with an emotion he couldn’t put a single name to. he only knows that his very soul is being ripped in two and set a blaze at the sight of blood dripping from your mouth and masamune sinking into your chest, his bare hands driving the blade deeper into you. your pleas quickly turning into a cry of pain that rings in his ears, unrelenting and heart breaking. through masamunes hilt he can feel the way it breaks through your bones and cuts the soft petaled flesh he’s kissed countless times. deeper his blade goes, effectively skewering through you all while his muscles scream out in agony as they’re pulled each way in his attempt to stop himself. 

he has to stop - he can’t - he won’t - but inevitably it means nothing.

you’re so close he can taste the metaliciness of your blood in the air, can feel your fleeting warmth kissing his chilled skin and the weight of your body growing heavier on his sword. sephiroth can only stare helplessly at the way you bleed and grasp onto your life. behind him, echoing along the icy crystals, is hojos amused laugh. the same one he often used watching sephiroth hurt just as the professor had warned him he would if he didn’t his warnings.

“i told you,” hojo says, his prideful smile painted in his words telling of just how much he’s enjoying being right. “there was never any chance of saving them from you.”

hojo says more but sephiroth can’t hear him through the rapid drumming of his heartbeat in his ears as your trembling hand reaches out for him, your other being used as leverage to help bring you further down masamunes long blade, closer to him.

at the touch of your fingers grazing along his cheek, covered in blood and losing heat so quickly, whatever had hold over his body gives enough way that he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of in order to reach for you in return but as soon as his hand is on your arm, trying to pull you into him, the aching in his head surges tenfold.

without letting go of you, his vision blurs, the entire world vibrates violently, but rather than seeing any of the mirage of images he had before, it’s only you that distorts between how you had looked mere moments ago to your skin turning different shades of splotched gray and deep purple veins spread everywhere; your head hung lower as you fight for life viruses the tender expression that’s worn by your visage but isn’t truly yours. not like he knows it to be. 

each shot of pressure behind his eyes makes you blur back and forth but your words ring clear and soft, kinder than he ever deserved and with all the love you hold for him. “it’s okay seph. as long as you’ll get to be with j -”

the touch of your forehead to his chest feels more like the entire planet of gaia is crashing into his rib cage and makes him take in an unsteady gasp for air that burns his lungs as though it was his first breath ever -

sephiroth is forced awake, the discomfort in his chest mirroring how it was in what he knows was a nightmare. he’s had so many before, for as long as he can remember, but it had not made it easier to swallow the effects they had on him; the way it could blur reality and dreams even after waking.

surely that was why he could still feel the cold of that frozen place and the thickness of blood on his hands despite being half covered by the duvet and the pale skin of his hands looking completely clean as he sits up and stares down at them like they had truly taken the life of the person he cherishes the most. he could still feel it all, down to the way he felt masamune - a very extension of himself -  cutting through you without mercy and the ringing in his ears that mingled with your resounding sobs. 

everything only seems to grow worse when, like a child afraid to wake their mother in the middle of the night, he wordlessly reaches out for you and is met with a cold, empty, place where your body should have been curled up next to him. and when sephiroth sees he is utterly alone, the world seems to move painfully slow. gravity growing heavier and making it more difficult to shift onto his knees and for his hands to clutch at the sheets on your side of the bed as if searching for an ounce of your warmth, any reminder of your presence, within the threads.

but there's nothing. no warmth, no comfort, no you and the longer he tries to find you there, the more it feels as though the entire planet is devoid of your love and light. all because of him and before he knows it, he’s dragged further into darkness.

his hands are shaking, his breathing painfully ragged and his chest aching with a crushing pressure. he’s endured much discomfort before but nothing like this. nothing like the agony of being without you after finally letting himself have you. not after swearing to protect you with his very life.

silver strands of hair stick to his sweat beaded skin and catch in his blurry vision with every heavy blink of his eyes that sephiroth swears are deceiving him. they must be when he can feel your blood on him despite not being able to see it. it’s there, he knows it is, staining his soul, flooding his lungs, sitting heavy on his heart. ready to break him.

he finds comfort in the sweet cruelness of his own mind when it betrays him further and makes him see your hands reaching for him in the dark. he expects them to go right through him before they’re gone once more, nothing more than a ghost of a touch he hadn’t deserved in the first place, that his own hands had snuffed out, but no - he feels the warmth of your fingers, the unreal softness of your skin, that travel down his palms, the benevolence of your touch that always seemed accompany the way you handled him, washing away the sticky feeling of blood he thought might never leave, and sees them wrap around his wrists as if to tether him to this world. to you.

“sephiroth..” 

it’s not the only time you’ve called out to him since reentering the bedroom and finding him on his knees, hunched over, the broad expanse of his back rising and falling with quick, uneven, breaths and clinging to the sheets on your side of the bed like they were a life line but with the way he looks up at you now, mako eyes seemingly glowing in the dark, pulsing with a mix of torment and realization, you think he’s finally heard your voice.

“love, what’s wr-” you don’t get the chance to finish before his arms are around you and you’re being pulled onto the bed, into his embrace, in a dizzying display of his strength and gentleness. but it’s easy to find your bearings when you’re quickly pressed flushed to his chest and your legs settle on either side of his like this is exactly where you belonged. 

he’s burning up, hotter than he normally runs, barely breathing and trembling all over. the parts of his skin that touch your own damp with cold sweat but you don’t let it stop you from wrapping your arms around his neck, maneuvering under his hair, and pulling him as close to you as possible. 

sephiroth whispers your name, broken and wavering and followed by his arms around you growing tighter, nearly crushing but it doesn’t hurt and you only encourage it more when you return it in kind, bringing one of your hands to hold the back of his head and keep him pressed, hidden from the world, in the crook of your neck. 

“i’m here,” you promise and wonder if perhaps it’s exactly what he needed to hear when his hands bunch up the fabric of your shirt - one of his old training shirts you’ve confiscated as your own. 

the thundering of his heartbeat can be felt throughout your whole body and you hold him like he’s something precious. as gentle as thin glass and as close to your heart as a cherished locket. your voice is a mirror of your emotions and meant to sooth him, remind him that he’s as safe in your arms as you are in his. “it’s okay seph. i’ve got you.”

he doesn’t speak or say anything but he doesn’t need to. you know by the way he holds you like you may slip through his grasp, like maybe this isn’t real, that he’s had a nightmare. one of so many you’ve been around to see him have, but this is also different than anytime before. he must have seen something truly horrible and it breaks your heart, brings unshed tears to your eyes. 

your body had picked the wrong night to be so restless. you thought you were doing him a favor by slipping out of bed and waiting for tiredness to wash over you in the living room before returning to where you normally slept curled against him. he’d fallen asleep so quickly, needed the rest, and the last thing you wanted was to disrupt that but you’d have stayed if you knew what was going on behind his closed eyes. 

he’d be vehemently against it, you know he would, but you’d have happily taken all of his bad dreams and dreamt them yourself if you could.

wordlessly you hold each other for an amount of time you don’t care to count. you’d stay here till the sun rose and fell again so long as he needed it. as time ticks by, slowly but surely, his heartbeat steadies, falls in line with your own, and each deep breath he takes that’s so full of you helps to relax the muscles of his body. your fingers run through his silken hair, careful in the way they untangle little knots that are proof of his fitful sleep and provide a comfort he isn’t sure he deserves. sephiroth has never been sure he’s deserved you but that would never make him let you go. especially tonight when his mind continues to echo hojos words, ‘there was never any chance of saving them from you.’ 

despite the calmness that has washed over him in lulling waves, his hold is unrelenting, unwilling to let you go, a silent vow that he’d never let anything happen to you. nothing and no one, not even himself, could harm you. he’d use every single ounce of his power and strength to ensure that. anything could happen to him so long as you were safe. 

you’d never be as strong as he is, never know the other worldly power he holds and is forced to use for the sake of those who use him, but that would never stop you from feeling and doing everything to keep him safe too. many times it has made you wish you were stronger but at times so little do you understand that all you do for him, the way you protect him, has nothing to do with strength. the love and care you have for him, that you show him every day, is more powerful than any physical prowess. and right now, as you continue to hold him, love him, he thinks it to be more true than ever.  

when he finally moves, neither of you being able to bear letting the other go far, it’s just enough so he can look into your eyes, remind himself that what he saw in his dreams was truly only a dream. 

just a dream. he repeats to himself as he stares at you and brings a hand up to cup your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. as you lean into his palm, the smile you give him is both calming and radiant and proof that there’s no trace of how you were in his nightmare. no blood, no tears, no pain, no discolor of greys and purple to your skin. you’re beautiful. very much alive. his. 

“everything’s okay,” you whisper, as if you could read on his face what was running through his mind. “what you saw in your dream wasn’t real, i promise.”

“you’re okay,” he says aloud, reassuring himself, his vocal cords crackling with the remnants of being unable to speak or have control over his body, even in his dream. 

“i’m okay,” you echo without missing a beat, not needing him to elaborate. “safe and sound with you.” the last of his discomfort vanishes at the weight of your forehead on his, a distance you close, and the way you rub the nip of your noses together. “just like you’re safe and sound with me, my love.”

with a sigh of relief that you feel the heat of on your mouth, his fingers tangle into your hair and pull you closer till your lips meet in a long, soft kiss that seals your promise into his heart and soul.