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crescentneko · 30 days
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Honey 🍯 Astera/Mirage drabble Context: Alt mirage universe where some of my human ultrakill OCs exist along with canon characters. Basically this is a snippet of my oc Astera having some fun with Mirage.
Content: human/robot, s//mut, vanilla, cunnilingus
I'm shaking like a leaf posting this- But this has been sitting in my drabble folder for like over a year with some others so u hm //yeets into the void I'll probaby post details about 'tera eventually when I'm less anxious (same with Kit, Del and others-) Enjoy some enby/robot smut??? [Minors DNI | 18+ only, ya know the drill] Oh, also hella inspired by the song Honey by Halsey-
Honey.
That's the only word that came to mind as they drunk down the sweetness pouring out of her.
The tip of their tongue attentively laps at her silicone folds and clit, while hands gripped tightly at the metalic thighs that enclosed their head snugly against her.
There's no better place Astera would rather be.
Mirage's synthetic-laced mewls and whimpers were intoxicating, and they were hellbent on making her as loud as possible for them.
Metal fingers tangled themselves into their silver-white hair and lightly tugged them impossibly closer to her. The reward feedback loop was lighting up her processor like the most amazing fireworks show and it was becoming nearly overwhelming.
Like hell she'd tell them to stop though.
Astera's mouth ran over each lip with precision; delving their tongue inside while enjoying the taste on their tongue. Slick ran down their chin as their eyes flitted up to meet their partner's partially shut optic.
"F-Fuck, keep going… J-Just like that." She murmured; one of her blue-plated hands tugged on their hair again, trying to grind against thier face and that wonderful tongue inside her. Mirage's head tilted back as she lost herself in the pleasure.
Who were they to deny her?
They doubled their efforts and let one of their hands slip from her thigh to her cunt. Astera licked up her slick as two fingers slipped in surprisingly easily; tongue now focusing on her clit with short and quick flicks.
A static-laced cry came out of her voice box as her hips trembled; fans kicking on full blast now.
They grinned against her and pumped their fingers at a steady pace. They ate her out like they've been starved for years–denied the very essence Astera needed to survive on. Their tongue swirled around the silicone nub before sucking gingerly on it, desperate to hear more pleasured sounds from her.
She keened, trying very, very hard not to crush her poor partner's head between her thighs.
Mirage was glad they took of their glasses for this.
"C-Close-" She managed to say as static seeped into her voice, making her near incoherent to hear. Her hips now unable to keep from ginding frantically against that wonderful mouth and knucles-deep fingers within her.
They suppose they could be nice to her, this time.
Astera sped up their rhythm, making sure to stoke their fingers against her soft upper walls, just where she loved it most.
Just a little more…
One more intense suck on her clit and she unraveled beautifully. A loud cry as she pushed down their head, body shuddering with each intense shock of her climax; optic flickering from the sheer intensity of it.
They made sure to keep moving their fingers and lick her clean as she rode out her orgasm; despite it being difficult to breathe this way.
Astera figured I'd be a good way to die if that were to happen.
Finally coming down, Mirage released them, her body now limp and trying to reroute her power sources to their usual processes.
"Holy shit… Y-You're much too good at that now…"
"I aim to please as you know." Astera sat up with a lick of their lips; smiling to her with amusement at how out of breath she sounded, despite not needing to breathe. "You're not too tired to keep going right?"
Mirage hummed before closing her optic as she laid back on the now messy bed.
"H-Hey…!" Astera got up and went to straddle her lap, their hands resting on her upper torso with a pout. "Seriously? you're gonna leave me here like thi–”
Their voice catches in their throat as Mirage's hands go to rest on their hips. She gently presses them down on her lap to grind against them, making them moan out. One of her hands then moved with practiced ease, working their way up their sleep tshirt from behind.
She peeks her optic open in a cheeky expression. "Kidding. It's only fair to return the favor, right...?"
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skymoonandstardust · 1 year
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milswrites · 2 months
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SJM ask game
1) What’s your favourite SJM book?
2) Which is your favourite series (tog, acotar or cc)
3) Who is your favourite character? (And why?)
4) Do you have a favourite quote from one of the books?
5) Favourite ship?
6) Elriel or Gwynriel? Or neither?
7) Who’s the most underrated SJM character?
8) Which character do you wish to learn more about?
9) Are there any characters you don’t like?
10) Favourite bat boy?
11) Favourite court?/ Which one would you most like to live in?
12) Favourite SJM villain?
13) If you could change one thing in any of the books what would it be?
14) Favourite SJM theory?
15) Favourite Archeron sister?
16) A character you feel is over-hated/ underrated
17) Aelin, Bryce, or Feyre?
18) What’s your favourite character from each series?
19) If you wrote an acotar book what would you call it?
20) Who is your favourite acotar blogger?
21)What fics would you recommend to people who love the series?
Questions for writers
22) Easiest character to write for?
23) Hardest character to write for?
24) What’s a character you’d like to write for but haven’t yet?
25) What’s a court you’d like to write about more?
26) What’s a character you won’t write for and why?
27) If you could only write for one character ever again, who would you pick?
28) Whats your favourite trope to write about when it comes to Azriel?
29) What do you think is the best/favourite acotar fic you’ve written?
30) Who are your favourite friendships to write about?
31) For first time readers to your blog, which three fics would you recommend they read?
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ariseur · 6 days
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hiii can i req a sephiroth fic where he's a new dad who doesn't really know how to hold his daughter but he wants to while reader mama is asleep hehe thanks
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soft shushes left sephiroth’s lips as he held a finger up to them, trying his hardest to calm his little baby before she woke you up. her wails filled the room, bouncing off the walls as he cautiously extended his hand out inside her crib. the white wooden material of the cradle brushed against his hand as sephiroth grazed his daughter’s cheek, her soft skin smooth against his knuckle. she squirmed in her onesie, her head flopping against her small pillow while she sobbed.
“shhh— it’s alright.. your father’s here.” how foreign it felt for him to call himself a father in the third person, he still wasn’t used to it yet after four months of officially being a parent although he referred to himself so formally. it was almost comical to you.
he didn’t mind getting up and soothing the baby sometimes, but by the way you were stirring in your sleep when he woke up told him that this would be more diffficult than the previous times; especially considering how his daughter wouldn’t stop crying no matter what tricks he used this time. soft rattles, her pacifier, even her favorite bunny toy didn’t calm her down, instead smacking the plush away when greeted with it. such attitude, he thought. wonder where she got that from.
he cooed at her and rubbed at her cheeks, even going so far as to awkwardly jingle a toy in front of her— instead being met with her iron baby grip. until he finally realized, she wasnt calming down anytime soon. he dreaded having to pick his daughter up, having no experience with babies whatsoever made his fear even worse. he wasn’t built for being a father, and he certainly didn’t know how to handle children with baby talk, but he’d try his damndest to soothe his baby. even hearing her whines made his heart ache.
his rough hands slipped under her tiny body and lifted her head up first, trying to carefully pick her up without letting her wiggle herself out of his grip. his callouses caught on the soft fabric of her pajamas, and although he could pick her up with one hand so easily, he couldn’t take any chances on hurting his own baby. he’d never let himself live it down if he did.
she peeked one eye open at her father, the color similar to yours— and he couldn’t help but watch in awe as she stopped wailing for a split second, looking up at him with wonder. until she finally scrunched her eyes again; frown deepening before it opened again to release a cry.
he adjusted his hold on her, his mind thinking back to the times where he’s watched you hold her, the time where you had gotten back from the hospital and taken her home. sephiroth snaked a hand up behind her neck to support her head, his daughter’s sniffles and sobs gradually getting softer. he brought her to his chest, rocking her a little bit as he replicated your motions. usually, with enough time, she’d fall right back to sleep once she was held enough. looking down at her, she peered up at his mako green eyes in curiosity, watching as they curved with the small smile he gave her.
sephiroth brought her up to his upper chest, having her lean on his shoulder instead as he held her neck and placed his other hand under her bottom for support, rocking her as he hummed a soft lullaby he used to hear in his training days, more like a shanty if anything. although it certainly did the trick— the only thing left in his ear were soft noises and sniffles by the time he had already recited the song twice.
he let his eyes trail across her room, memories flooding back to him in an instant. with all the childproofing around the house, the small loosely colored drawings pinned on the wall, the overhead stars set up above the crib, everything reminded him of you. even looking at his baby girl, she had your eyes. he remembered a few years earlier, having a conversation with you of how you both craved domesticity, a nice life, something better than the one you already had. and now look at him, cradling his baby in his arms and singing sweet lullabies to lull her to a slumber. he never imagined this far into the future, but god, did it make him feel so warm.
sephiroth eyed the tiny couch in the nursery, littered with toys and cartons of formula. through the window behind it, he could see the lightening sky through the sliver of curtains beyond the sofa, signaling that it was probably time for you to wake up soon. he walked back over to the crib, his baby now calm and serene as her head kept lolling downwards when he put her back in his arms.
setting her back down in the cushioned crib, he slid down on the side of it and brought his knees to his chest, hugging them to himself. he listened to her sleepy coos and slight shuffling, waiting a while to ensure she truly fell asleep. when sephiroth looked back at her, his eyes lit up to see she had finally gone back to sleep.
breathing a sigh of relief, he let the back of his head rest against the cradle, closing his eyes with a breath of victory before letting himself fall asleep on his own, occasionally waking up and checking on her sleeping form— making sure that her chest is rising and falling the way it’s supposed to.
and when you woke up, rushing to your baby’s room as it had been way too quiet, you found sephiroth snug against the cradle with your daughter asleep inside, the soft twinkling of a lullaby playing from the overhead rotating mobile hanging above the crib. your mouth dropped into a silent ‘o’ as you took the sight in with awe, a hand flying up to cover your mouth.
sephiroth may not have known how to become a father, but nobody knows. all he knows is that he’d do anything for his baby, he’d do anything for you. your baby was a part of the both of you, a piece of evidence that proved that the both of you existed. below his glare is adoration, and he’ll do anything to protect the ones who have known him before anyone else has; for he is not a war hero, he is a father. he is a lover. he is merely, sephiroth.
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feral-ballad · 1 year
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Ana Istarú, tr. by Mary Jane Treacy, from These Are Not Sweet Girls: Poetry by Latin American Women; "XIX"
[Text ID: "A crescent moon / rides between my legs."]
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oblongbirb · 1 month
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everything will be okay
- a prologue -
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imaculata-x · 8 months
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honestly if the main character’s love interest isn’t spitting up blood at some point, im not interested
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holly-fixation · 6 months
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Imagine CC Sephiroth finding a CCTV footage of something related to his early developement where in the background he can see a woman (Jenova, from his photo) and can faintly hear her screaming at Hojo "let me hold him" and "you can't take my son away from me"
Snooping around the data room was bound to cut through the web of Hojo's lies and half truths eventually, which is exactly why he kept going back. Occasionally, he found old tapes and took them to his apartment for further inspection, hiding each one under his long uniform coat and returning them before anyone noticed.
At first he doesn't believe what he's seeing.
It was his recovery from his first mako procedure, long before he could speak or crawl or remember. He was in a pod not much larger than he was, an egg of glass protecting him and regulating the oxygen levels as necessary.
The baby in the incubator shivered, scratching at the wires in its skin in an attempt to break free. Each wire was anchored with metal shackles, presumably one of the only things it couldn't break, probably also reused from the many dogs Hojo bred for the President's son. The first five minutes only showed his cold and discomfort as he struggled to heal.
But he recognized the woman in the observation glass. He heard her muffled cries and chose to ignore them until her face entered the frame. A face he held close to his chest for as long as he could.
It was her. It was Jenova, her brown hair in the exact same ponytail as her photo. Her pleas no longer drowned in his ears.
"Let me hold him!"
Then Hojo entered the screen as well, though his face was cut off Sephiroth knew every mannerism of that wicked man like the back of his hand. Every step, every gesture, every shift of dark glasses.
"Just once! Please!"
His heart ached. He felt his hand move to his chest, to where her photo used to remain.
"Absolutely not. Your presence at this stage will damage him beyond repair. I will not allow you to ruin this with your meddling."
"Hojo, please!"
He did not budge. "I allowed you this far. You may look at him through that window before security escorts you out."
"You can't take my son away from me!"
"This is my laboratory, and I will do as I please. You have seven seconds."
She surrendered, placing her hands against the glass, turning away from the scientist with tears down her cheeks. "Sephiroth!"
His breath hitched. His name. Her voice. Her undeniable care.
"Sephiroth, my son, know your mother loves you! I love you so much and I would break you free if I was strong enough! I love you, my son! I would do anything to be by your side!"
The helmeted officers came and pulled her arms back.
"Sephiroth! SEPHIROTH!"
A door opened and closed, and the recording continued as if nothing happened.
Sephiroth ejected the tape before taking his weapon and rushing to the labs, the evidence again hidden under his coat until he met his target.
The scientist's side glance infuriated his already burning nerves. He said nothing as he pushed the scientist away from the desk and inserted the tape into an old player connected to a CRT screen. He skipped ahead and paused the video when Jenova came into full view against the window.
Hojo groaned in annoyance, literally rolling his eyes. "Why are you showing me this, boy? I was there, you know."
"You said she died in childbirth."
"I said she died after you were born."
"You ripped me away."
"And I made you better for it. Do you have any idea how pathetic you'd become under a mentally unstable mess like her?"
"Don't you dare speak of my mother that way!"
"I knew her well. I will speak of her as I please."
"...where is she?"
"Pardon?"
"Where. Is she?"
"I just said she's dead."
"And why would I believe you?"
"You're wasting my time."
"Why would I believe you?"
The room turned cold. "Because I am the only source you have, and you know it."
That deep reality tainted the entirety of the interrogation, and Sephiroth was forced to leave with the exact same knowledge he walked in with. He couldn't stop hearing her voice. He couldn't stop the looping plea in his mind.
Know your mother loves you!
Sephiroth!
Sephiroth.
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rewrite-canon · 7 months
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white authors who love to write about oppression they have never experienced themselves are dropping like FLEAS rn
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crescent-dreams · 9 months
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The SessKag Festival
What better way to celebrate everything SessKag than a festival dedicated to our favourite couple?
Theme - Surrender
Day 1: Rejuvenate
Day 2: Capitulate
Day 3: Indulge
Day 4: Renew
Day 5: Relinquish
Day 6: Satisfy
Day 7: Pamper
Day 8: Free choice! Catch up on one you missed or come up with something new
Rules:
Runs from September 16-23, 2023
Must feature SessKag as the main ship
All ships, both foreground and background, should only involve characters that are 18+, especially if NSFW themes are involved
Drabbles, one-shots, chapter stories, take your pick! There are no requirements or limitations on word count—anything goes, no matter the length!
Sketches, doodles, fully-coloured artwork, chibis, doujinshi are all accepted!
Prompts can be interpreted any way you like! Fluff, Angst, Smut, do with them what you will
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crescentneko · 1 year
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When you and your friends talk too much and you end up with 6 OCs for your recent fixation fandom....
So now I got...
Zuriel
Hanael
Camiel
Astera (and aria)
Dellia
Kit
.... why am I like this?
(Doesn't help that Kit has been a focus lately cuz v1 interacting with a human soul is fascinating...)
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prismaticpichu · 2 months
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On one mission, Sephiroth feels a strange calling. That night, he wanders away from the group and begins searching. When he finds the cave behind the waterfall, he is immediately stunned by what, or rather who, he finds.
Ooooohooooooooooooo *rubs stubby paws together*
I’ma do both a Drabble and a regular answer bc this is a juicy one! 💕
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Sephiroth wasn’t sure how the words left him, those two ghostly syllables that seem more like a shallow breath of air than actual speech. He wasn’t sure how he formed the thought in his mind—when the seeds were planted, where they came from, or how they flourished into the wraithlike realization that had overtaken him like a possession.
Instinct.
Pure, raw, undeniable instinct.
He reached out, numb, like a child wanting to grasp the stars in their hand. Like floating in a dream.
And yet, as his hand met the crystal, nothing had ever felt so real.
“M… Mother…?”
He knew.
And now… :3c With a little EC sprinkled in!
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The calling isn’t like the eerie, painful tugs on his psyche that he feels at night, or the bitter chills that sometimes crawl down his spine and fill his mind with dark and bitter impulses. No. Not this time. This time, it’s… different. Sweeter, almost. But not in a cloying, manipulative way, trying to seduce him with its velvet timbre. It is just…
Different.
And unlike those callings he heard so often at night, Sephiroth follows.
He quietly breaks away from his troop in the dead of night, knowing at least two other First Class SOLDIERs are there, and follows the calling to gushing waterfall. But the calling doesn’t stop there: what he’s looking for doesn’t lie in the water, isn’t something that’s going to come streaming down from the cascade. He has to keep going. He has to.
He continues to travel forward, unflinching, and walks right through the waterfall diving Corel and Nibelheim.
The cave is towering, brilliant, astonishing—a valley of luminous blue gemstones jutting out from all directions and setting the cavern aglow in its phosphorescent embrace. But it’s what’s in the heart of the cave that earns Sephiroth’s attention—that causes his eyes to widen and his heart to twist and throb and shrink and burst all at once.
A woman, encased in a crystalline structure.
Beautiful brunette hair.
A pearl necklace.
Holy white clothing.
Sephiroth’s breaths rattles, and he continues to walk forward.
His nerves have frosted over, glazed under ice and frost. He doesn’t even feel the limb move as his hand slides into his coat pocket, the one nearest to his palpating, twisting heart, and takes out the photograph.
He brings it before his eyes.
He lifts it up.
He holds it in front of the crystal, the woman, Her…
And sees that they match.
When Genesis and Angeal finally find Sephiroth, having searched for him in a frightened, concerned haste, they find their friend’s head pressed against the crystal—whispering, shuddering, crying… Pleading in a voice too quiet for them to understand, something of a blend of an apology and a wish and a promise.
The one thing they do hear, they do catch, comes out in choke so deep and raw that the entire cave seems to shudder.
Three words they never thought they would hear Sephiroth utter.
“I love you…” Sephiroth chokes, and brings his voice down to inaudible as the tear rolls down the crystal. “I hope you’re proud of me, Mother.”
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ma1dmer · 7 months
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Crescent City - Ruhn Danaan NSFW
a gift to little 14 year old me, who wanted to be emo so badly
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he will keep you close, trailing his fingers over you body and tickling you, if you two still have the energy to be playful, if you need something he'll bring it for you and as he enters the room, he'll take his time simply enjoying the view of you in his bed
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): probably adores every part of you, its just so many details he picks up on and just notices every time you are together, the way your lips move when you say his name, the way your nose scrunches when you laugh as he kisses down your neck, your voice when you laugh or moan or call his name, the curve of your ass and the feel of your legs when he licks his way up and between them.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): he is shameless and absolutely loves when things get sweaty and filthy, would absolutely eat you out after cumming in you
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): definitely is kind of a masochist, slap him ,pull his hair, wipe the cockiness of his face and he is always conflicted on whether he should fight back or let you top him, so many delicious possibilities
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): quite experienced and is absolutely cocky about it, won't outright brag but will be smug when you moan loudly cause of him
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): he either likes having you ride him or from the back while spooning you
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he definitely does not mind if you laugh while things get steamy, finds it very very hot when he can make you comfortable enough to giggle and then hear the hitch in your breath as he suddenly brings you pleasure, he lives for that sudden shift in your voice
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): He keeps everything trimmed and clean, will shave if you ask him
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he can be very passionate, makes you feel as if you are the only person in the world, but isnt entirely the romantic type
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): i can see him liking the idea of you watching him, his eyes glued to yours pleading with you for your help, especially if you two make it some sort of game on who will touch who first, but in general he'd prefer having someone else, than jacking off, especially considering his roommates. would rather be caught with someone than by himself
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): a bit of sadomasochism (choking, hair pulling, light impact play etc)
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): normally he would say his room or somewhere you two can not be bothered, but with the friends he has ,not even that matters, so he has just learned to be comfortable with most places as long as there is a lock or something
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): whispering in his ear, both cause of his sensitive fae ears and cause he just loves your voice, it could be something very innocent but the second you lean down to tell him something close enough he can feel your breath, he cant help but flush up to the very tips of his ears
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): degrade you or humiliate you, absolutely no, i believe i don’t need to explain this part
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he puts that lip piercing to good use and loves having you ride his face, grip his hair as tight as you want as he buries his tongue deep in you, his eyes half lidded between your thighs as he gropes your ass and thighs //team: ruhn danaan should have had a tongue piercing instead of a lip ring
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): slower but definitely on the rough side, he hits you deep with every thrust and loves to grip you tight enough he leaves bruises, he also encourages you to slap back
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): prefers to take his time, is a big fan of lazy sex ,if you ask he might tease you about needing him so much but won’t complain and will at the very least make sure you cum
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): yes!!!! yes to everything, he loves when you come to him with some new position or something new to try out
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he could go on the entire night if you let him, lazily thrusting in you or changing it up by eating you out
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): absolutely adores using toys on you, won't go out of his way to get something, but if he finds out you have something you bet he is gonna ask you to bring it out next time you two get steamy
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): loves teasing you but is always more talk than actual action when it comes to it, he simply can't deny you
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): the prince is definitely not quiet, he definitely whimpers and whines when he gets close
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): he is very sensitive, its easy to find the spots that make him melt , you can hear his breath hitch when you drag your nails down his stomach or when you mouth at his neck or kiss along his ears
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): he has a dick piercing, it makes him even more sensitive to the point you could actually just blow on his cock when he is hard and he twitches at the sensation
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): relatively low surprisingly, i can see him as using sex as a sort of coping mechanism before he falls in love, and otherwise he remains pretty in control of himself ,for the most part
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he is a very light sleeper, and he always pulls you back down if you try to escape him
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icycoldninja · 5 days
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You know how Sephiroth sometimes calls Cloud a puppy? Would you ever make a Sephiroth x hybrid reader? As in Shinra experimented on the reader and they had dog like traits
Sure, hybrids are fine. Absolutely NO furries, though. Here are some headcannons, please enjoy!
Sephiroth x Dog-hybrid!Reader headcannons
-You were once a normal human working a crappy, underpaid job at Shinra, until the science department ran out of test subjects and decided to snatch up their lowest-paid employees to fill the void.
-That was how you ended up strapped to a lab table, forced to undergo experimentation. Most of what they did to you had no immediate effects; they would just feed you different liquids at different times of day with no remarkable results.
-Then, one day, you sprouted a tail and dog ears, as well as a curious desire to gnaw on bones. All of a sudden, you were full of energy, bouncing, dashing, and leaping around like a hyperactive puppy.
-The science department couldn't contain you within the tiny cell you stayed in at the time, and since you were so loud and energized that you disturbed the other test subjects, they begrudgingly set you free.
-Fast forward to a few months later, and you met Sephiroth, the famed SOLDIER himself. He didn't like you much at first because you were a bit too active for his taste, but over time, you managed to worm your way into his heart.
-It's endearing to him, how exuberant you always seem to be; a stark contrast to his reserved, rather exhausted demeanor.
-Having you around is like having an eager spokesperson, bodyguard, entertainer, and beloved family pet all in one. You do most of the talking, especially when he doesn't want to, you chase off cats, squirrels, and other pets, your enthusiasm is entertaining to watch, and he just loves you like a boy loves his dog--or half dog, in this scenario.
-He also respects you as a person, and understands that you are this way because of Shinra, just as he is. He would gladly enact righteous judgement on your behalf, but will only do so if you express bitterness towards them.
-Since you don't, however, Sephiroth will remain passive. For now.
-Though this is random, it needs to be said. Sephiroth loves to tickle you, particularly your tummy, but will only do this in private, where the press can't see him.
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Has anyone read the Crescent City books? If yes, please lmk if I should start them.
(Note: I also want to know whether the writing is better than ACOTAR. Booktok convinced me to read ACOTAR and Fourth Wing and although they were entertaining reads, the writing quality was not great.)
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ohbo-ohno · 8 months
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(do i have ur notifications on… yeah)
no bc if ghost did that to me id get so snarky afterwards 😭 like yeah it was my slip up my bad. but damn fuck off !! i think id bite his hand in retaliation or smth which wld def… yk get me punished but my bad man … srry im snarky… good luck and all that..
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hmmmm you referring to yourself with animal terms and then getting all pissy about it would just make him tease you more. "oh? puppy thinks she isn't a puppy now? what'd you just call this then?" and shaking your hand in his grasp, smirks at your snarl. "thought this was your paw?"
like if you pushed back even a little with this he's amping it up way more. gets so much meaner and more condescending about it.
and if you bit him... ohhhh he's treating you just like he would a naughty puppy, says you need more training with a mean scowl. a few hard smacks to your ass, a rough hand on your neck. goes alllll in with the puppyplay the rest of the day, forces you to stay on your hands and knees and crawl behind him the rest of the day. keeps a tight hand on your leash and tugs when you fall too far behind. makes you bark, and if you try to talk too much he'll eventually muzzle you. laugh and pet you when you glare up at him, smiles down and calls you good puppy
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