kirby’s kinktober (twenty-five)
submission//cloud strife
cloud doesn’t much care about sex. he blushes intensely at just you holding his hand or kissing his cheek or running your fingers through his soft hair comparing it to a chocobo.
his freckles light up when he turns pink at such simple gestures, so of course sex makes him incredibly awkward and flustered.
but he can always put his nerves aside to make you feel good, just as his awkwardness sheds when he protects you on a battlefield.
ever since serving him a certain massage and hearing his unsubdued moans and hiccups at your skilled hands, you realized that cloud strife is deeply submissive regardless of his soldier-like outward appearance.
a submissive attitude that he’s always ready to serve you with.
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“mistress,” he groans, feeling himself shoot up in his pants, thick cock uncomfortably hard against his stomach.
you smile and reach your hand back, rubbing the prominent bulge through his pants’ fabric. he gives a guttural groan against the lips of your pussy, sucking at the creamy entrance and kissing your clit obediently as you ride his face.
“you’re making me so wet, baby. are you trying to drown in it?” you have a giggle in your voice, breathy at the pleasurable shiver he puts through your legs.
he’s too shy to ever say it his moans at confirmation enough. he grips your rolling hips and his blue eyes, tinged with a shine of mako-green, meet yours. he pulls you up only to breathe before placing you back down. his hips buck and grind and wave, cock trying to reach its high as your fingers undo his heavy belt and slip into the waistline of his briefs.
his hungry sound reverberates in between your thighs when your palm starts to wrap around the burning hot skin of his cock. it’s ludicrously thick and throbbing and he throws his head back when your hand bobs along it.
“is this distracting you, cloud?”
“no, mistress!” he inhales sharply and shakes his head before turning his attention back to slurping and kissing and sucking and tongue-fucking your hot core with a muffled beg.
“please cum on my face, mistress.” barely escapes his mouth before your thighs tighten on him more.
his fingers dig deeper into your sides, tongue as far and it can go, and he looses himself in working endlessly to make his mistress gush, to make he squirt and soak his golden hair and pale skin.
“good boy, cloud. get mistress to cum and i’ll let your pretty cock cum as a reward.” you pat him coolly, and feel his tongue swirl around your walls until you seize up. the pink muscle sloppily indulged your sweet spot as you grip his pulsing length and you shake, releasing into his awaiting mouth.
he mumbles your title again and lets out a pornographic heave of a moan as he shoots white onto his flexing tummy.
you climb off of his feverish shaky form as stroke his cheek down to his chin, which is soaked in a drooly, streaking white.
“wanna get cleaned up?”
“n-no.” even when shaky from the power of his orgasm, cloud’s resolve to help remains unshakable.
“i want to make my mistress do it again, please.”
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The ability to fly would open up a new dimension to explore (in the mathematical-physical sense—we already know Danny had opened one up in the other sense). Think of how much Danny would notice that no one else would?
Think of bees. (Not so much birds, because we see birds all the time, and also because they don't seem quite as graceful and maneuverable as bees.) When I did a search for how high bees can fly, I found something that said bees could fly higher than Mount Everest (little edit: may've misunderstood what it meant. They might not've been found flying that high after all, just that 'they could'). Bees can go anywhere they want, just for fun.
We as humans tend to (for the most part) view the world as six feet high. Anything six feet or under, we know about (or possibly up to eight feet. But it's not much higher than our height). And we don't really realize we're thinking this way.
Sure, we can look upward, we can see treetops from a distance, we can see what the sky looks like. But it's from the perspective of looking up from a distance. Our worldview is colored by looking up from six feet or less.
It's a flat surface. Despite us knowing it's not flat, we don't really internalize it as being 3D and navigable. And we also don't realize what's up there. Who would ever imagine there were bees buzzing around the top of a 200 foot tree? To get to flowers we didn't even notice were up there?
And, yeah, we have planes, but they fly in a set path and you can only look down at the very distant ground. Helicopters are probably more similar, but not many people fly or ride those.
But Danny... after the accident, he would've started out sticking close to the ground a lot, but as he started getting more comfortable with the ability to fly, his worldview probably would've changed gradually. From his preconceived idea of 'the world is six feet or less' to 'the world is spacious and easily explored and so very 3D'.
There's an episode where he's vacuuming the living room ceiling—as though he thinks his parents will notice that it's cleaner than before. And though I understand the 'I have to clean everything so I don't get in trouble' impulse better than I should, there's a chance it's partly from Danny seeing the house differently than before. The ceiling becomes just another wall for him. ...One that he might clean often when he has cleaning chores, because he's going to notice all those spiderwebs and cobwebs, and the little bugs gathering in the light fixtures.
(...He probably would realize the ground is also navigable at some point, too. Think of all the tunnels and moles and snakes and other creatures he'll see, and all the plant roots and such.)
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