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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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window shopping • connie springer + ryomen sukuna x black fem reader

your two favorite fellow mall employees have a bit of a competition to see who can bag you first. Little did they know, you don’t want to choose.

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content + themes: crossover au, jeweler connie, foot locker manager sukuna (they’re both afro-latino coded in this idc), threesome tings (too many smutty things to list) car sex, heavy squirting, oral to name a few (.2 seconds of rimming), lots of humor, weed mentions, they call reader mami, miss and baby, she calls them both papi, crack ass post if I’ve ever written one.

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interesting. The one word you’d use to describe your work days at Center Pointe Mall. Although a gross understatement, it was still interesting..mainly due in part to what and who, rather..you encountered on a daily basis. Sure, the influx of customers and unfamiliar faces you saw during your employment at Sephora were most certainly wild cards. From the college girls who always mismatched their foundation to the business woman who needed that perfect skin care package to get rid of her crow’s feet..neither of them held a candle to those two..

“Good morning, miss. You look good today..like that hair on you.”

“Aye, good morning, ma. What’s that perfume you got on..’smell real good.”

it was like clockwork. Every day, as you entered for your shift, there they were. Stationed in front of their respective stores, ready to greet you. Flashing those beaming smiles, oftentimes with gold slugs in their mouth and with the same, sweet charm lacing their words. Ryomen Sukuna, who headed up the Foot Locker and Connie Springer, managing the jewelry shop which both just so happened to be conveniently placed on either side of your store. It made for fun times, for sure! When you’d have a slow day and you’d stand outside the doorway, vibing to the music they’d play because the top forty’s pop crap they recycled on repeat was driving you insane. Connie would talk to you from across the way as he waited for potential customers. Ryo, who was the manager, had other employees manning the store. He would come and interrupt the party none other than for the reason of chatting you up and getting on Connie’s nerves. Which made for quite the entertainment.

“Aw, hell. Here he go..Ryo, ain’t nobody talking to you, bruh. Gon’ somewhere.”

“Stay out of grown folks' business, Mr. Clean. I came to see my girl. What’s up with you, miss?”

which was so much more hilarious, considering the fact that the two of them? They were literally best friends! Dating back as far as middle school. Ryo was a couple years older but they were from the same neighborhood and were attached at the hip. Both exceptional basketball players and gifted artists. Drawing amazing artwork and a number of the tattoos they had on their bodies. Brilliant young men with wonderful personalities..how could you not adore them?! Regardless, all three of you would congregate outside of those doors and talk until customers came in and would even take your lunch breaks together. It was never a dull moment with those two, that’s for sure. Especially when it comes to vying for your attention. Buying your food, pulling your chair out and everything. They were perfect gentlemen despite their constant flirtation. Connie would use humor as a means to try and win your heart. Always spewing out corny jokes and making you laugh. Ryo was definitely the charmer of the pair..attempting to sweet talk you at every turn. One day, you were sitting next to Ryo in the food court with Connie in front of you as you grabbed the pink haired gentleman’s chin.

“You got such a pretty smile, Ryo.” And Connie was not having it. Immediately snorting as he sipped his drink, the chaos would ensue. “Yeah, cause he went and got them big ass veneers. Them extra large teef’…” prompting you to nearly spit out your drink and forcing your head down. You couldn’t take them anywhere! “..bet you eat corn on the cob whole. Chewing them muhfuckas like candy.” Knowing he was opening up a can of worms he wasn’t ready for.

“Worry ‘bout pedaling them fake ass chains, ConMan. Bubblegum machine ass necklace. Look at the diamonds, shit’s standing still..” And they’d go on forever, taking shots and licks at each other all day, putting you in the middle of it. “(Y/N), miss. Tell this baldheaded ass lil’ boy to leave you alone. We can go get a tester and put his ass outta business right now .” “Tell jumbo teeth to mind his business. Tight ass shirt on..bout to rip.” And you’d have to feign off their nonsense with laughter. “Y’all too much. I gotta go. I’ll see you boys later.” And both of them would instantly fluster at the sight of you waving goodbye. It was all but impossible when they’d watch those thirty inches of jet black hair and ass swaying simultaneously. Those plump, gloss covered lips; wearing your signature brown liner and beautiful features. A single nose piercing on the side of your left nostril..you were gorgeous. They couldn’t help but to admire. But soon, that innocuous affection turned to actual lust. Lust that was shared on all sides and unbeknownst to your bumbling boys..you wanted a piece of them both. They’d continue flirting, pining for your affection and even making a little wager without your knowledge to see who could bag you first..

but it was one night after work, when you were all seated in Ryo’s car. You in the passenger’s seat of his spacious, blacked out Trackhawk. He is in the driver’s seat and Connie was right behind you. Stationed in an empty lot not too far from the mall itself, the three of you would do as you had done several times:

“Here, your turn, (y/n).”

passing around a blunt and blowing smoke as you hotboxed..leaving a large cloud to fog up the already tinted windows. After four puffs, you were already beginning to feel the effects. Your eyes narrowed and began to glow red from the euphoria. But alas, your high was only about to increase tenfold when you’d drop quite a bombshell on them. They’d continue with their usual antics and alas, the question would arise again: who do you like more? And from there, they’d just go on and on, swearing that one or the other was the ideal choice. Ryo, with his deep raspy tone, would incite the behavior with the glide of a finger underneath your chin and that smooth talking. If it truly was a competition, you wouldn’t know how to pick. Granted, they were both so silly but there was a quality about each of them that you couldn’t resist. Ryo, with his overall sex appeal..this man was so charming and knew exactly what to say to get EXACTLY what he wanted.

“C’mon now, lil’ bro. I mean, I’d hate to hurt your feelings but don’t make the lady choose. It’s not even a question. Ain’t that right, miss?” Flashing you a wink in return.

but there was also Connie, who was a literal sweetheart. He had a more tactful approach to doing things. Despite all of the tattoos, chains and golds in his mouth, he had sort of this shyness about him. But in the same turn, you knew deep down, if given the chance, he’d show you that he wasn’t for play. “Don’t even play yourself like that, bruh. You know she would pick me everytime. Tell ‘em, mami. You just don’t wanna be rude..” Again though, you had no interest in making only one selection and rather..

“…who said I wanted to pick at all?”

leaving them both stunned and stopped dead in their tracks. At first, they were both a little taken aback. Completely misunderstanding what it was that you were saying. They figured that you meant that neither of them were on your radar and that you had no interest in being anything besides their friend. But once again, they were both wrong! With the look of shock still fresh on their faces, you’d waste no time in elaborating..starting with a kiss along Ryo’s jawline and whispering in his ear. . “I mean…why would I when you could both have me?” And it was then that their faces began to turn beet red! Illuminated with complete bashfulness. They knew that they had been pining after you something serious. Even making a few sexual innuendos here and there but never would they have guessed that you’d been down for something of this caliber.. “..you telling me y’all never thought about it? Because I have..all the time.” Uttering the confession with your tongue scaling the sides of his neck; flicking it over his tattoo. Meanwhile, your hand would snake to the backseat to massage Connie’s crotch. This silly little game was a moot point. What was the point of competition when they could simply work together to give you what you wanted?! Taking heed to your advances and obvious demand, they wasted no time in shifting gears.

“Well damn..if that’s the type shit you was on, all you had to do was let us know.”

Ryo, who was already groping your big, round tits, shoved his tongue between your lips and began to engage in a full blown make out session. Exchanging sloppy wet kisses, as you had been downing water in between your passes. Meanwhile, Connie would watch from the backseat, sort of aroused by the idea of spectating. He’d listen to your soft whimpers, the dirty words uttered into your ear and even how Ryo clasped your throat in his ink laden hands and immediately began to feel a pulse through the confines of his boxers. He’d discreetly cup the bulge and just slowly rub it as your ass jiggled from being folded over the console. Faint traces of saliva seeped from your mouths each time you both pulled away; only to find yourselves with one less article of clothing. Your hand had slipped into his black joggers and began tousling that growing erect around. You knew it was big by the visible print alone and could only imagine what it looked like. But before you could unveil the mystery and have too much fun, he’d stop and usher you to the backseat so you could both join Connie. “Climb back there..”

and they didn’t have to tell you what to do because the second you sat down in the middle, Connie would tap in. Bringing your face towards him and kissing you with such passion. Immediately wrapping his fingers around your neck and twirling his tongue around between your jaws. His hands worked to unclasp your jeans and once he did, that left hand would find its way into the seat of your panties..rubbing that clit whilst you stroked that cock in your hand. Running those fingers up and down that shaft; letting those duckbill shaped nails graze his tip. He was such an attentive and great kisser, you felt yourself growing wetter by the moment. Heating up on his very fingers..meanwhile, Ryo had joined the fray as well. Readjusting himself only for a split second to step out of the drivers into the seat behind him. Once he was with you both, it was up from there.

“Can’t let him have all the fun..c’mere, baby.” It was then that he’d shuffle his pants back down to his waist and allow you to stroke him as well. They had full fledged confidence that you knew what to do..going back and forth, exchanging kisses and gentle strokes..pumping each of them in your enclosed fists. Meanwhile, they’d take great joy in fondling your body. Ryo’s wide grasp encompassed both of your tits as he peeled your shirt away. Connie’s fingers were still tending to your sensitive cunt. Slick surrounding his digits as he worked them in and out..even massaging that thumb pad over your clit. In a matter of moments, they’d have you squirming in the seat and begging for more. Soon, Ryo’s lips latched on to your neck, suckling on the nape of it with a wild eyed expression. His raspy laugh ringing in your ear as he reached for your throat. Meanwhile, your palms were still clasped around their cocks, pumping the shafts with delicate strokes..without breaking stride, they’d use their free hands to rid you of those bottoms; shoving them down to your ankles where you’d kick them off. The same followed for your shirt, which Ryo tore open with minimal effort. Having long since discarded your bra, you were left with nothing more than a paper thin thong that was tugged to the side, along with your shoes that soon followed the rest. With you rendered completely nude, there wasn’t a thing holding them back..during the entire ordeal, they’d alternate between the different parts of your body; having their fill and taking their pick of what they wanted to indulge in next. As well as piling your head with compliments and salacious comments about what they wanted to do with you. Ryo not holding back a single detail of how many times he wanted you to come for him, even at the expense of his interior. Carefully examining that tight cunt spasming on his best friend’s digits. He had the utmost confidence that you could take the dick, regardless of their sizes. Luckily, the second and third row seating were laid back so you’d have ample room. Connie on the other hand, who had been honing in on getting you prepped..aware of how tight you were..couldn’t stop telling you how badly he wanted to use your throat. He’d often dreamt of seeing those pretty lips stretched around his cock..watching you gag, slurp and spit on it as it so carefully glided in and out of your mouth. And all you could do was whimper, thrashing yourself around on those knuckles to reach an inevitable orgasm and you were so damn close.

“Aye, Ryo. You think she’s ready, bruh? Feels like she is…what do you think?”

“I think so too, lil’ bro..say, love..you think you can handle both of us? We don’t wanna hurt you now..”

but they were both in for quite the surprise. You were far from the bashful type and you were about to give them something they’d never forget. Chuckling with your head suspended back, you’d chew lightly at your bottom lip before answering either of them.

“Handle it? Y’all better the fuck the shit out of me. I don’t like all that talking without action.” And with that, both Ryo and Connie were full and well aware of what they had to do if they wanted to keep you around! Ushering you onto all fours first, everybody got into position. You with your ass up in the air and back arched as Ryo saddles behind you. Connie sprawled out on the back passenger door as your head lowered into his lap. All you wanted was for them to use your body as they saw fit..fuck you until your legs gave out and a mess covered this backseat. “C’mere, mama. Lemme have that pussy..” with tattooed hands and fingernails digging into your hair, Ryo pushed you face down as he aligned that swollen cock head with your very sensitive slit. He couldn’t help but to be enamored with the plumpness of that pretty ass. That cute little asshole was already fluttering and that cunt dripping for him, preparing to stretch you open. Meanwhile, Connie was brushing that beautiful hair to the side so that he could line up with your mouth.

“Yeaah, there we go, mami. Eat this dick up..know you been waiting to..” and he was correct. Hence why it wasn’t a full five minutes before you’d find yourself stuffed full at each end. Deep groans released from each males’ mouths when the initial sensation of your holes hit. They couldn’t believe how silky and warm both of them felt. Letting out a simultaneous ‘fuck’, along with a laugh..they’d make haste in moving. You were more than well lubricated so they slipped in and out with ease. You’d bob your head slowly, up and down on Connie’s shaft whilst Ryo’s hands rested at the small of your back, slowly pressing those thumbs into those adorable dimples..sounds of clapping flesh and slurping began to emit throughout the vehicle and before long, all three of you were letting loose.

“Shit! Pussy’s so goddamn tight, baby..how you keep this from me all this time?”

“Fuuuck, mami. chupas esa mierda tan bien…” whimpering in a high pitched moan, he’d toss his head back and continue letting you work your magic. Those plump lips wrapped around that thick shaft as globs of saliva drenched down to his swollen balls. Without so much as a single gag. You took him nearly five inches down your throat before withdrawing and jerking him off. Even though he filled your esophagus. Leaving quite the sloppy mess in your wake. All while a sheath of creamy lather began to form as those thick cheeks collided with Ryo’s pelvis. You’d begin to whimper and beg each of them for more. “Yeah, mama..let us hear that shit. How much you love being fucked like a lil’ slut..” teasing before leaning down to lick up the curvature of your spine. “Mmph! Fuuuck..please, don’t stop.” And he had no intentions of doing so, especially when he’d reach underneath and curl his hand underneath and massage your clit. Making you twitch on that cock..but Connie wasn’t one to be neglected either. Because once you put your mouth back on him, he was done for. Lowering your head again, an entire sheath of saliva came spilling onto that shaft as you spat and continued pumping in your hand. Where you kept your focus, however, were on those round, full balls of his. Practically aching to the touch..apparent by the way his body trembled and those diamonds kept swinging and refracting against the star covered ceiling.

“Yeah, right there, baby. Suck that muhfuck—“ but just as quickly as he gave the command, he’d be halted in his tracks and his eyes would trail to the back of his head. “Fuuuuck! Oh fuck, do that again, baby. That feels so good.” Nearly catapulting out of his seat from the sensation of your tongue swirling around his balls and momentarily gliding over his entrance. He knew he’d probably never experienced something so salacious before. Talk all he might but Connie was a lover boy and most likely, incredibly vanilla. He preferred making love over rough fucking. Meanwhile, Ryo preferred his women to be freaky. The kind that would top him off and kiss him afterwards or let him put a foot on her head! He could only let out a hearty laugh as he watched his lil’ bro get bitched up!

“You a nasty lil’ bitch. I love it. Knew you was gon’ be a problem but damn…aye, Connie..you good, bruh?” Only receiving a loud whine back..knowing that you had damn near sucked the soul out of this man!

“C’mon, baby. Let’s switch.” And truth be told, he too needed a breather because if he persisted, you were going to be on maternity leave messing with him! Reluctantly withdrawing, he’d pull out and lay his erect across your back, spurting a trail of his precum across your skin. You all would maneuver around until the two of them had switched positions and you were flat on your back. Dangling your head, Ryo took hold of it as he leaned against the door and Connie spread you open. Pinning your legs back, he’d tap himself against your slick ridden, fucked out little hole..eliciting a high pitched whimper. One that hummed and vibrated against Ryo’s cock. It was such a euphoric feeling for all three of you. Especially with the sensation of that weed coursing through your veins. That thong dangled around your ankles and his wristwatch glistened under the lights as his hands clasped your ankle. Placing soft kisses around your calf. “Pussy’s so fucking wet, mami..damn.” Ryo was on the opposite end, thrusting into your mouth slowly with a gentle hand cupped around your throat. They were using you as they saw fit and you couldn’t get enough. They’d persist until they drummed out what would be the first of many orgasms. Which came not a moment too soon when Connie was pressing down into the center of your belly and pumping you full of cock. That’s when you felt it!…

“Damn! Let it out, baby..squirt on that dick, just like that.” Sending you into convulsions as he tapped himself against you after you all but pushed you out. But you were too busy having your mouth used as a sleeve to release any moans. But Ryo was aware of the way you hummed against him. Connie wasn’t going to be the only one having his fill. He wanted you to take his nut inside regardless of where it ended up. Tugging himself momentarily and seemingly premature, he’d hold you in place as he prompted you to stick your tongue out. Which you did with a wide smile on your face. “There we go.” Rewarding you with a long glob of spit afterwards. “Mmm, thank you, papi.” Showing your gratitude to them both. The two men would continue on their crusade to bring you to ultimate pleasure. Taking turns pounding in various positions..and entrances until finally..

“Fuck! On your knees, baby..just like that.”

“Suck that fucking cum out, mama..”

they’d instruct you to grasp both of their shafts and jerk them off until you milked them of every remnant of their cum. And it didn’t take long before you found your face splattered in both men’s semen and them rolling their heads back on their shoulders and crying out your name, along with a string of expletives. Needless to say, you all were good and spent. And very much satisfied with this little rendezvous! Even so, the gentlemen still couldn’t help but to question who was the better of the two. But if you hadn’t already made yourself clear, you’d iterate it one more time:

“Like I said, I don’t have to choose..I’m just window shopping.”

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enjomo-arch · 10 months

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( flame command ━ unprompted : loni ) // [ ♠ @hembralfa ]

shes here for her greasy cowboy. tail wags back and forth as she jumps onto him. clawed finger tips unknowingly slice into the fabric of his shirt as thighs coil 'round waist to keep her upright. "hi acey." she purrs as ears flick. canine traits had come out thanks to the fact she'd been drinking for the past few hours. by no means was she gone, too drunk to realize what she was doing. it was simply that she wasn't as embarrassed to act a bit needy for once with her pride no longer holding her back. "d' I look cute like this? ya can touch m' tail and ears if ya want. teef too, but gotta be careful- they're pretty sharp."

it was a matter of time and the amount of booze disappearing with each passing hour. he had a great time, really. he couldn't say that loni wasn't in fact great company and tolerated her alcohol as well as he did. until some time later, until they had mixed together every possible kind they could find. the more time passed, the more ace could see a side of her he couldn't see before. even if his tolerance was slightly higher than her own, when he wasn't as drunk it was a different experience to see her expressing a side that would normally be hidden behind the curtains of her strong personality. he could read her emotions, charm her with his loud laughter and bump the glasses together in a joint toast to a great night. all up to one point.

the moment she pounced on him was like a sudden snap to reality. the alcohol in his veins seemed to momentarily stop his circulation along with the shock that bolted through his frame as he flipped backwards with the chair and her on top of him. the weight of a body upon his lap and razor sharp claws with a swift swing tearing the material of a flannel shirt in half. the remains of the fabric slid from his chest to the cold floor beneath his back, and the red lines left by the claws reddened allowing a drop of blood like tiny crimson pearls to decorate the length of the shallow cuts she gave him. ace bumped his head pretty badly, enough to hear a ringing sound in his ears before he regained any focus about the situation happening.

he could only feel a small breeze of air created of her waggling tail and how she'd climb him like a predator toying with a prey. a sharp inhale of air before he could pick up details he hadn't been able to see before. slightly twitching ears, the tail in question moving behind her like she was an excited puppy and long teeth peeking from under her lip. it felt so bizarre, maybe even for a moment he questioned if it wasn't the fault of his imagination mixed with the letters of alcohol he had poured into himself, but the more she leaned against him, pressed her weight on his croch ace felt his head spin like on some merry-go-round.

even the pain of the cuts or his favorite shirt that burst at the seams made no difference to him. he propped his body up on the forearms resting on the floor, feeling his firey body heat up from the sheer situation. oh if only she were sober ... wonder what she'll say when she experiences tomorrow's hangover, and he recalls the whole situation.

the freckled constellations on his cheeks popped up more under the warm red color making it to his skin. eyebrows dropped and a little awkward smile gracing his lips from the rush of arousal he felt circling within his frame. the muscles of ace's abdomen flexing slightly, rippling and veins popping over the biceps of strong arms holding them both upwards. ❝ h-hey woah, miss ... i dunno what to say .... ❞ he could only hope she won't eat him at the spot. especially when his hazel irises caught a glimpse of her hungry eyes now staring directly at him.

#hembralfa #「003」 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥 #「004」 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗟𝗬 #「ver」 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟 #tw: suggestive #damn loni imagine when you sober up and ace tells u exactly what u said

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damienthepious · 2 years

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*knocks on your door* hi hello good day!! I heard you were doing fic commentary and I would LOVE to hear your thoughts on Amaryllis's arrival in the latest Still Need Your Teef chapter if you'd be down to share! (I love her so much and in particular, the way you write her) thank you for all the good words!

[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written (OR SPECIFICALLY Need Your Teeth Etc) and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet!]

ohhhhhhhhhh absocrabsolutely oh hell yeah. the new chapter is living in my head rent free ngl.

["Damien can't make it, today."]

Rilla is pulling on her most casual possible hat for this little rendezvous. She's tired from patching Damien up earlier in the evening, but she's also trying very hard to make... some sort of impression on this monster. Arum is already a very bizarre part of her life, even though they've never actually met.

[Arum jolts, spinning with a hiss to face the intruder at the other end of the grove, brandishing all four of his blades in his surprise. The human there to greet him raises her eyebrow, her stance- insultingly relaxed.]

I think Arum is very perceptive, but i also think that he's a little too comfortable in this arrangement by now. He must have heard feet coming through the underbrush, but he assumed it was Damien, so he didn't bother to put his guard up. which he feels very stupid about very quickly.

["Who are you?" he snaps, his tail coiling hard enough to snap a branch in the underbrush.] hissing spitting growl bite growl. something snuck up on the kitten and he's having a yowl about it.

["Hm," she says, eying him with a strange sort of consideration. "I'm his doctor," she says eventually, breezily.]

Rilla is doing a lot of work in this conversation, both reaching out to Arum and also trying very hard to suss him out, to see how much of what Damien has told her is accurate as opposed to... no offense to sir damien, but. romantic hyperbole. She's trying to get her OWN read on the monster.

She also does not want... to blow up Damien's spot. Rilla is waving a flag very hard and that flag says I Want My Fiance To Be Happy And Currently He's YEARNING Instead. She doesn't intend to LIE about her romantic connection to Damien, but at this particular moment, the fact that she's Damien's doctor is the more important and relevant point.

[Arum eyes this little human up and down, distress spiking in his guts.] the word doctor sets him on edge because. obviously. implies injury. which turns out to be correct.

["What sort of- of ploy is this? Are you with the other knights, then? Have they decided this- this- ongoing conflict has been dragged out too long, and they intend to- to deprive me of my victory? What is this?"] Fatalist. this idea doesn't make much SENSE, but it is one of the worst scenarios he could come up with, so he immediately leaps on it.

[The doctor snorts, an oddly charming little laugh, and then she flashes a wide, surprised sort of grin.] oops, Rilla Is Charming

["No one is going to interfere in your duel, oh Lord of the Swamp," she says dryly. "No worries there. Damien would be here to tell you himself, trust me, if he weren't sedated. He's too injured for the rematch today, sorry to say."]

Rilla can kinda sense that if she drags this out, Arum is going to freak. She teases for half a second, but then she gets to the point.

["What?" Arum's stomach plummets, his scales flashing with cold. "What happened? How- how badly is he hurt? You said- sedated? Why would he need to be-"]

Arum freaks anyway! :D because Damien is hurt and he doesn't know what's going ON. He's been afraid of this possibility for a WHILE. In the last commentary i mentioned, the last two times there was a complication in the duel, Arum immediately assumed/feared that Damien was injured.

He knows that Damien has an entire life, an entire dangerous life outside of the little intermittent islands of their duels. Arum knows that Damien is incredibly competent, but he also knows that knighthood is intensely dangerous. For all he knows, his rival is in mortal danger whenever he isn't directly in Arum's line of sight. And, currently, that's actually bearing out. Damien isn't here with Arum, because Damien is hurt, somewhere else.

["Because if he were awake right now, he'd be pulling out his stitches trying to come talk to you, and I didn't want to put that on either of you."] rilla voice you're both dumbdumb stubborn dipshits apparently and SOMEONE has to be responsible. Also, "on either of you." she's assuming (correctly) that Arum would feel really guilty if Damien hurt himself trying to keep a rendezvous with Arum.

["Wh- why? What? Why would he do-"] Arum can't conceptualize the idea that Damien cares about him as a person and cares about his feelings, let alone anything deeper than that. Damien being likely to hurt himself just to keep his word to Arum... boggles his little lizard mind.

["Because he's a stubborn idiot when it comes to his own health," the woman says, wry with a hand drifting to plant at her hip.] Accurate.

["And when it comes to people he-" she pauses. "When it comes to his rivalries," she finishes.] When. it. comes to. people. he.

When it comes to... people he cares about, at least. But Rilla (again, correctly) assumes that Arum won't take that assertion gracefully. Rivalries... it's just the easier way to frame it. She knows the monster is comfortable with that.

...

i COULD keep going but this is already UNCONSCIONABLY long and i should probably free y'all. totally send me more sections if y'all are curious tho!!! aaaaaa 💖💕💖

#elle's fanfic meta #still need your teeth around my organs #asks #lucky numberme

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witcherslittledove · 3 years

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What He Deserved

Written for @thewitcherbog's teef week! - On AO3

Ship: Valdo/Jaskier

Rating: E

Prompt: Biting to Escape

CW: Non con, Dead dove: do not eat, spit as lube, anal sex, anal fingering, wall sex, alcohol, biting, blood/injury, dark jaskier

Valdo had been teasing Jaskier all fucking night, running around town with his shirt wide open, revealing the tantalizing rings that pierced both nipples, the silver shining in the colourful lights at the nightclub. Then there was the dancing, grinding against Jaskier’s cock, his lips so close to Jaskier’s as he struggled to be heard over the deafening music, beating so loudly that Jaskier could feel the bass pulsing through his body.

His housemate had been a flirt ever since Jaskier had first met him, but the relationship had never moved beyond platonic despite Jaskier’s best efforts and that was driving him mad. Jaskier could charm his way into any bed. Even a few formerly straight, or bicurious, men had fallen into his arms; but not Valdo.

Never Valdo.

And it wasn’t like Valdo was against sleeping with men. Jaskier had heard him being fucked into a mess by a rather handsome man with flowing long silver hair only last week. The very man that Jaskier has sucked off behind in the lighting box in their first year at University, you never forgot a man like that. But the point was, whatever Valdo’s problem was, it was personal, and Jaskier was at breaking point.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the bastard could just keep his hands to himself, but as it was he was draped over Jaskier’s body as they stumbled into their shitty two bedroom flat, his hand dangerously close to Jaskier’s cock. That was what made Jaskier’s decision for him as he suddenly pressed Valdo flush against the wall. His lips crashed into Valdo’s, tongue forcing its way inside Valdo’s mouth as his fingers fumbled with the zip on his jeans. There was a muffled cry as Valdo tried to turn his head away, his hands shoving Jaskier back, but it was no use; Jaskier had always been the stronger of the two. He managed to get Valdo’s cock free before his housemate was finally able to break away, gasping for breath, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide.

“Get off of me,” he stammered, wriggling as Jaskier pinned his wrist to the wall.

Jaskier just laughed, remembering the way Valdo had pressed against him in the club, the neverending flirtations, the hand brushing against his very obvious erection. All the actions that directly contradicted Valdo’s words, and they always said that actions speak louder than words. Jaskier’s alcohol-addled mind just scoffed at Valdo’s protests, they were just empty words, and it was clear to him how much his housemate truly wanted it; wanted him.

The idiot probably didn’t want to ruin their friendship; finding housemates wasn’t exactly easy.

Not like Valdo, the little slut.

So, Jaskier silenced his protests with a kiss, his hand firmly stroking Valdo’s cock until it was half-hard in his palm, then he fought to pull Valdo’s trousers and boxers down to his knees, his teeth biting at the lips beneath his.

“No! D-don’t,” Valdo whimpered as Jaskier pushed a spit slick finger in his needy hole.

“Don’t what?” Jaskier’s purred, nibbling at Valdo’s earlobe, relishing in the feel of Valdo’s hole stretching around his finger. With a groan, he pushed a second finger inside, drawing a choked out cry from lover’s lips as he writhed under him.

“Please,” Valdo gasped, “Please, Julian… I- I don’t,”

The sound of Valdo begging him, pleading for more, broke the remnants of Jaskier’s self control. Sucking hickies into Valdo’s neck, he took his own cock in hand, stroking it lazily as he guided it to tease at Valdo’s rim. He spat on his hand, needing the extra slick , wanting Valdo wet and tight around him, and then he pushed inside with a guttural moan.

Valdo cried out, finally going limp in his arms, and letting Jaskier fuck into his needy little slut hole without resistance. His fingers dug into Jaskier’s shoulders, as his head pressed into Jaskier’s neck, soft whimpers escaping his lips with every thrust. His body was so hot and tight, driving Jaskier to the edge with every thrust as he mindlessly used Valdo’s body for his own pleasure. It was all the slut ever wanted anyway; to be adored, seen, used for everyone else’s entertainment.

God, he was just so fucking hot.

Jaskier should have done this years ago, just taken what he wanted from the whore until he was left sloppy and dripping with Jaskier’s cum.

It was that thought that pushed Jaskier over the edge and he spilled into Valdo, rutting into his arse as he rode the waves of pleasure, gasping for breath. He half collapsed against the wall, his forehead pressed into Valdo’s shoulder as he tried to stop the room from spinning.

But before he could come down from the high of his orgasm, Valdo’s teeth sunk into his neck. Jaskier cried out, his hand flying to the bleeding gash in his throat, pain only slightly numbed from the alcohol.

“Fuck!”

Valdo took advantage of his distraction, shoving him hard in the chest and then fleeing from the house, his trousers still caught around his ankles.

The shock of pain and the sight of blood on his hands sobered Jaskier quickly, like a bucket of ice water being dumped on his head. His stomach twisted as the reality of what he’d done hit him like a train, and he gagged before throwing up all over the floor. He sank to his knees as his head began to spin, dark spots floating in his vision, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He stared pitifully at the door, left wide open in Valdo’s rush to escape, the cold breeze making Jaskier shiver as he was left alone with only his guilt for company.

#the witcher #valskier #valdo marx #jaskier pankratz #jaskier/valdo #dead dove do not eat

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loveafterthefact · 4 years

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Love After the Fact Chapter 51: Fuck You, but Welcome to Daibazaal I Guess

Do you ever hate somebody and then you meet them and they're actually not that bad so you have to hate them for not being that bad?

Also Krolia is a good mom.

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“Mom!”

Keith launches himself at his mother, who holds him protectively close, whispering reassurances in his ear even as she glares accusingly at the elegant Altean behind him. The Altean in question merely raises an eyebrow, drapes Keith’s cloak over his arm, along with his own. He doesn’t seem troubled at all by her expression.

He’ll learn. But for now, she has her baby back.

“I’ve missed you,” her kit whispers, burying his face in her neck. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, kitten. So much.” She has, desperately. Krolia is a soldier, and now Imperial Advisor, but she is also a mother, and that instinct runs hot.

Like now, when she’s inspecting her kit for any signs of damage. He seems mostly okay, aside from his rapid heartbeat, a sign of some internal distress. Well-fed, though she’d like to see a bit more extra weight on him for his growth spurt and season. He’s healthy, though. Fur and hair soft and silky, breathing clear, and he smells clean.

Untouched. At that revelation, Krolia releases something she’s held pent up inside since her son was wrested away from her. The little whore of a prince didn’t touch her baby. He didn’t hurt her kit like that. Thank the gods.

But why? What does a Galra kit matter to an Altean prince?

Speaking of which, the prince is dictating instructions to his companions, sending a small Olkari kit to the Blade of Marmora’s technological research lab and another Altean to greet the imperial family.

“Why am I doing this instead of you?” the green-scaled Altean bemoans.

“Because, Adam, I’m going with Keith to the medical center so I can get some actual, useful information from a medical professional instead of your long-distance boyfriend.”

“Takashi is a physik!” Adam hisses. Keith hums, eyeing Adam with a renewed interest. Krolia doesn't let him go for a second.

“I didn’t realize a glorified botanist had knowledge of growth disorders.” The Altean prince raises an eyebrow, folds his arms. His eyes, to the little creature’s credit, shine with good humor, more playful than anything else. The two must be friends.

“...Fair point. I will go and greet the imperial family. However, you will be going and greeting your sister.”

“Yes, right after this. We need to see her scans so we know how much cuter our kids will be.”

In Krolia’s arms, Keith laughs, quiet and soft. He’s watching the Alteans’ antics with something horribly akin to fondness. “Thank you, Adam.”

“It’s only my job, your Majesty.”

“But you always do it flawlessly.”

The green-scaled Altean blushes faintly, mumbles, “Whatever. Go… learn how to grow or something.”

Adam saunters off with a spring in their step while the crown prince waves teasingly. “What are we going to do with him, beloved?”

“Give him a raise?”

“Hm. He definitely deserves it. Now, Imperial Advisor Krolia, could you please escort us to the medical center?”

“Certainly.” She keeps her arm around her son, the Altean happy to follow alongside. Krolia finds herself struggling to rectify this charming, bubbly creature to the insidious one she imagined. Perpetually smiling, the young prince runs his hands along the wall, tracing the lines of carvings and rubbing his fingertips against ancient paint long since sunk into the stone.

“You know, my boyhood friend, Lanval, came here with my fathers once? He never mentioned this.”

“I doubt he nor your fathers cared about our traditions or our culture. Your friend in particular cared for little more than gossip.” Krolia purses her lips.

“Yes, he said you two met. Lanval is not half so foolish as he seems, though a bit pompous. My fathers… They are many things, but anthropologists are not among them. The same can be said of our soldiers.” The prince sighs. “I hope one day we can be more than enemies to one another, but I fear it is a child’s dream.”

Krolia says nothing, but Keith hums sympathetically.

When they reach the medical center, they’re met by the head medic, Thace, a relatively young Galra cradling a very new kit in his arms. “It’s my morning break, so unless you’re actively dying or in labor, I don’t care.”

“Hello, Thace. My kit is suffering from a growth disorder and is in the midst of his final growth spurt,” Krolia tells him.

Thace, a bright-faced, genial creature and one Krolia is particularly fond of, sighs, brushes a finger down his child’s cheek. “Fine, but only because he’s a prince. Here, can you hold Raj for me?”

Lance blinks rapidly, alarmed as the medic hands him his newborn kit. Keith only smiles. “Number five looks good, Thace. Hope they eat your fingers, Lance.”

Thace guides Keith over to a chair, where he sits in with a quiet ‘thank you’. Krolia registers a spasm traveling up his leg, presumably up his spine and then down his arm. The near-grown kit grits his teeth to stifle a whimper, but his heartbeats flutter and pound. A rotating arm spins around him, scanning him from all possible angles. Keith’s visibly untroubled. He’s done this before.

“Aw, do you have pointy toofers? You got some pointy teef- Ouch! Oh, you do! Look at those toofers! Oh my goodness, you got such nice toofers!” Lance beams down at the infant, every line of his face, his body soft as Raj chews on his finger, drawing tiny beads of blood. Even Krolia has to concede that it's adorable to watch.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I-”

Lance shakes his head, smiling at the suddenly anxious medic. “Don’t worry about it. Though perhaps you have something else they can chew on?”

Thace hands the Altean prince a toy as he extricates his finger, an angry screech penetrating their ears in the moment of the exchange. As the kit chews happily on the toy, Lance turns his attention back to Keith, who’s smiling at Lance and the bundle in his arms. Krolia definitely hates that.

“So what’s to be done for him? Our alchemy was only able to do so much and painkillers have proven largely ineffective.”

Krolia’s eyes narrow, watching the tender expression on the prince’s face morph into worry. He’s not at all what she expected him to be. He’s much warmer than his biological father, with far more social grace than his step-father. Charming. Friendly. Charismatic.

And he didn’t touch her son.

It’s hard to hate him. She’ll do her best.

“Well, there is a serum that’s proven beneficial to kits in their eleventh growth spurts.”

“But?” Keith prompts. “There’s always a ‘but’.”

“But it causes excruciating pain for about half a varga.”

Lance adjusts his arms, cradling the kit with one arm, setting his free hand on Keith’s shoulder. “How does it work?”

“Well, Prince Yorak’s growth disorder affects more than just his growth plates. Obviously, without functional growth plates, his bones cannot grow properly. Additionally, with every growth spurt, a Galra’s metabolism slows down, making us hardier and more capable of surviving in the generally harsh environment of our planet. Prince Yorak’s metabolism is much higher, as he has missed a few growth spurts all together.”

“So wait. You’re not supposed to eat three meals a day?” Lance leans around to look his spouse in the face. “Do you have any sense of self-preservation at all? Or am I supposed to just magically know all this sh- stuff. And now you've got me almost swearing in front of the baby!”

“It never came up.” Keith shrugs, annoyingly indifferent even in face of the Altean’s exasperated expression. At least Krolia and the prince can agree on something.

“I’m not going to care when he injects you with some horror goop.”

“Yes you will-”

“Your Majesties.” They fall silent, sheepish as they turn their attention back to the medic. “If I am to treat you, Prince Yorak, please understand that this is not a one-time thing. You will require an injection every time your pain returns. However, I should tell you. Whether you accept treatment or not, you may experience fertility issues including difficulty conceiving, high miscarriage rate, and higher likelihood of stillbirth.”

Keith's gaze slips back to Lance and the tiny kit in his arms. Krolia looks away, thinking of the kits she lost, Keith’s siblings who never saw the world, never took that first breath of air. Now her son is facing that same fate.

“Keith?” The boys turn to her. “You should do it.”

“Obviously I’m going to do it. I don’t care about pain. The pain is temporary.” Keith reaches out a hand, and after taking a moment to adjust Raj, Lance grips it tight.

The kit Lance is still cradling coos, yawning wide as they wrap their hand around one of his fingers, settling into sleep.

“Well, it looks like you’ve no choice, beloved. I can’t leave until they let go of me.”

Thace laughs, gripping his small friend's shoulder tight. “Prince Yorak, you’re going to end up being the disciplinarian parent. I hope you know that.”

“I can retrain him.” Keith uses Lance’s hand to help himself to his feet, staggering a bit as he works his way over to one of the gurneys. The prince hands Raj back to their bearer with a smile and a thank you.

Krolia sighs, surrendering to the tender expression on her son’s face as he settles his head in Lance's lap. The prince smiles down, worry lining his eyes. "I'll be right here, beloved."

"I know. Just don't tell anyone if I scream."

"Never. It'll be our secret." Lance's shoulders line themselves with tension as Thace cuts off one of Keith's sleeves, shaves away a patch of fur, inserts a temporary port.

"This port will last around three movements, but you shouldn't need it more than two. Just try to keep it dry. And, while you're paying attention to me, do not go to your idiot savant of a littermate for season advice. You come to me or your mother, understand? It a whole different thing when you have a mate."

"That's a good point, beloved. Shiro is woefully inept."

"He really is. But he's a good guy. Like you." Keith smiles, dark eyes sliding up to Lance's. Krolia sighs, defeated. Her kit wants the Altean, whether she likes it or not. She doesn’t need to be friendly, but for Keith's sake, she’ll tolerate him.

For now. Until he screws up. Then she'll beat his ass.

#LoveAftertheFact #LAtF #klance #galtean au #altean lance #galra keith #adashi #altean adam #galra shiro #voltron legendary defender #vld

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lady-of-skyhold · 4 years

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I Don’t Know What To Do With My Hands. - A CloTi Fan Fic

My first fic in a long time. What better way to get back into the swing of things than with Cloud x Tifa. My OTP. c:

- 10.5k words. Rated M. Completed.

NSFW Chapters on AO3

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A strip club.

Could Zack be more of a cliché?!

The neon sign baring the name “Seventh Heaven” burned so brightly that Cloud swore he could read it through his eyelids, a headache already beginning to stir.

“Oh, don’t look like that, Cloud. It’s not that bad! It’s way more respectable than that Corneo’s gig.”

Cloud refrained from pointing out that Corneo’s place wasn’t exactly hard to beat – in entertainment value or health and safety standards. Regardless, he took notice of Zack’s enthusiasm about the club and with a sigh, pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Let’s get this over with then.”

The grin on Zack’s face was infectious even to the blonde ex-SOLDIER, a gleam in his eyes the only outward sign of amusement, but to Zack it was all the encouragement he needed. Zack laughed, clapped his hands together and strode right behind him, hands placed on Cloud’s shoulders as he ushered him off of the city street and through the door, giddy with excitement.

“Atta boy! You won’t regret this, I promise. Once we get a few Cosmo Canyons in ya, you’ll be a new man! Come on, the others are already inside.” Cloud shook his head, unsure how his introverted self ever became friends with the living definition of “extrovert” that was Zack Fair and also dreading to think what a “Cosmo Canyon” even entailed. But it was Zack’s bachelor party on the eve of his wedding to Aerith, and if this is where he chose to celebrate it then Cloud would at least try not to hate it. He’d really try.

They walked into the establishment together, Cloud with his eyes fixed on his feet and Zack strutting as if he owned the place. The quiet blonde braced for jarring club music, but it never came. Instead smooth, sultry jazz emanated from a live band playing on a stage nestled in the far corner of the room. Red curtains, faint cigar smoke and soft low lighting surrounded him.

It certainly was no Honeybee Inn.

Small round tables littered the area before the stage, candles flickering at each one. Some patrons filled these tables simply enjoying the music and a drink, their fingers drumming on the table matching the tempo of the band. Others sat in booths set to the side of the room, a bottle of champagne in a chilled bucket on the table and a beautiful woman at their side or - those Cloud quickly glanced away from - on their lap, wrapped in nothing but fine lingerie and a sheer robe.

Similarly dressed woman floated past the two ex-SOLDIER’s as they headed for the bar, their robes open to expose the lingerie beneath and flowing behind them gracefully as they slipped past, hips swaying wide to the accompaniment of the double bass that Cloud could feel in his chest, even stood as far as he was from the band on their stage. Multiple women greeted Zack by name as they passed which said to Cloud his friend had frequented Seventh Heaven more than he let on. Zack simply shrugged good naturedly.

“Aerith’s friend runs this place, we drop off flowers every once and a while.”

He gave a small nod and spotted another woman approaching, growing nervous Cloud darted his eyes around to settle them somewhere not involving bare skin before choosing to stare at a spot on the floor where plush carpet met the dark stained wood of a dance floor. Zack felt Cloud’s shoulders tense and gave them a small squeeze while directing him towards the bar. He grounded himself in the security of his friend’s grip on his shoulder, the man literally having his back, and let his shoulders drop from up near his ears.

“Relax, man. It’s gonna be a good night. Have I ever led you astray before?” Cloud was tempted to throw a dirty look over his shoulder at him, remembering that time Zack convinced him it was a great idea to cast Fira on a camp fire during basic training. His eyebrows had never grown the same since that day.

It was a hell of a campfire though.

As the pair drew closer to the bar, they spotted the rest of their party. Barret, an unmissable giant of a man, occupied a large portion of the bar himself. He was stood gesticulating wildly as he told whoever was working behind the bar a story of his glory days as a freedom fighter, no doubt. An older man sat hunched over in his bar stool beside Barret, his elbows propped up on the bar as he sipped a whiskey, definitely Cid. And a tall, thin man sat at the very edge of the bar where it curved to meet with the wall. His back rested against said wall as he surveyed the room, from body language alone Cloud knew it to be Vincent; never one to drop his guard, Cloud revelled in the fact someone else would be watching his back.

Vincent noticed the two ex-SOLDIER’s approaching and tapped on the bar to catch the rest of the party’s attention, whom all turned and raised a glass to herald in the man of the hour, it really was a rag tag group of friends to celebrate with but Zack couldn’t have been happier to see them.

“You finally made it! Was beginning to think you’d done a runner. And I was just contemplating which kneecap I was gonna break first, for Aerith’s sake.”

Zack barked a loud laugh, and slapped Barret on the back.

“You’d have to have caught me first!” They bantered, Zack pretending to jab the much larger man in the ribs as Barret took him in a headlock and messed the raven spikes atop Zack’s head with his prosthesis.

Cloud took special notice of how easily Zack bounced off of other people, allowing a small pang of envy at his friend’s confidence before pushing it aside to enjoy his night.

Their friends parted to make room around the bar, Cloud pulling himself up onto a barstool and settling slightly self-consciously, nodding in greeting to the others before picking imaginary dust off his jeans as Zack made conversation with the bartender.

"Teef, my girl! Have no fear, your VIP is here" Zack took a small, half-bow from his seat and beamed his classic charming grin at the barkeep.

"I can see that. Good to see you, pup! What can I get for you tonight?”

A wholly feminine voice spoke up and dragged Cloud’s attention from his lap to behind the bar. The first thing he noticed was silk. Smooth, black silk.

Smooth, black, dangerous, silk.

The woman behind the bar stood wrapped in a short kimono-styled robe that caught the light as she shuffled her weight from each foot, taking in Zack’s round of drinks he bought for his party. The second thing he noticed was her hair; Cloud really wasn’t sure where her hair ended and her robe began. So similar was the sleek shine of the long, dark tresses to that of her silken robe. Despite the ribbon tied tight around her waist – Cloud paying extra attention to the way it created a dramatic curve of her silhouette- the sleek material was pulled taut and extra shiny across the fullness of her chest, trying desperately to conceal her enormous…

Wine coloured eyes filled his focus as he snapped his eyes away from dangerous territory, thankfully her eyes still focused on Zack. A blush blazed hot across Cloud’s nose. He desperately tried to look anywhere but the tempting valley of flesh that disappeared beneath the neckline of her robe and safely dropped his eyes to his lap, wishing to be back in his comfort zone, far away from jazz and alcohol and silk.

Alas, a quick elbow to his side brought him back to the uncomfortable present and Cloud met Zack’s gaze, a dark eyebrow raised as he looked at Cloud in question.

“What drink do you want, dude?” Cloud opened and closed his mouth several times, unsure of what to order, or what to say. Zack had many dealings with Cloud’s shy, quiet way of communication but never had he seen him entirely struck dumb before.

“Urm, he’ll just have what I’m having.”

“Coming right up.” She answered Zack.

Cloud once more dropped his head, content to listen to his friends chatter around him. He was too preoccupied staring a hole into the bar floor to notice his closest friend tilt his head to one side like a curious dog, and narrow his eyes as he examined him.

Too deep into his thoughts, Cloud was oblivious to his audience as his eyes drifted up from the floor ever so slowly to settle on Tifa’s back while she got to work preparing drinks on the other side of the bar.

Although the silk gave no hint of what lingerie lay beneath - such as the sheer robes the dancers wore - from this angle, anyone sat at the bar could see the outline of suspenders clipped onto stockings just out of sight beneath the hem of Tifa’s robe. A dark line ran down the centre of her stockings, the entire length of her leg, and Zack watched as his younger friend’s eyes followed, marvelling at the length and strength of each leg, topped off with black stiletto heels with red bottoms.

In all the years of their friendship, Zack had never witnessed Cloud take interest in a girl before. Suddenly, his friend’s new found muteness made sense and an idea began to form in his cunning mind.

Without turning his head from Cloud’s direction, Zack spoke.

“Hey, Teef? Have you still never danced yet?”

“No, I'm just a bartender Zack.” Her modest answer floated across the bar as Tifa continued making drinks with her back to the party.

“Would you consider a private?”

“Remember you're marrying a friend of mine tomorrow, Pup.” She laughed.

“Oh, it’s not for me. It’s for him.” Cloud’s head whipped round to catch Zack’s knowing smirk before Tifa turned to face them.

“Zack, what are you up to?” Tifa placed her palms down on the bar and cocked one hip. Eyebrow raised in question.

“Well, y’know, I was just thinking. Doesn’t Johnny like to stop by around this time?” Tifa showed only a small amount of panic as her eyes flickered to an old clock hanging on the wall behind Zack’s head, he was right. Within the next 10 minutes Johnny would surely arrive to begin his nightly routine of flirting – borderline harassing- Tifa until the end of her shift.

“Your point being?”

“Well, my buddy Cloud here gets a little overwhelmed with crowds, and I feel bad for dragging him way outta his comfort zone for my big night. Why not take care of 2 birds with one stone. You both get to hide in a private room until the coast is clear and my friend here has settled into the night. I know you'll take good care of him.”

Tifa turned to look at Cloud who refused to make eye contact and had one hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“I don't know, Zack.”

“I’ll pay double what you’d make out here on bar. No Johnny, no pressure to dance - just serve some drinks to this poor Chocobo head and make my bachelor party a little easier for him, huh?”

Cloud was expecting a polite decline, maybe a “Thanks, but no thanks” after he felt those red eyes of hers take note of his nervous fidgeting, and yet -

“Alright, I’ll do it.” Cold sharp nervousness spread from Cloud’s stomach and sent a shiver up his spine, his eyes zipping between his friend and the barmaid incredulously.

That was unexpected.

“Excellent! You’re an angel, Teef!” Zack slapped a hand on Cloud’s shoulder and gave him a wink, Cloud gaped.

“I know.” She said cheerily and finished preparing the drinks Zack ordered, setting them down in front of each of them. A Bloody Mary sat in front of Vincent, another whisky for Cid, a surprisingly fruity smelling and colourful cocktail sat in front of Barret and two shots were placed before Zack and Cloud.

Stepping out from behind the bar, Tifa turned towards Cloud and gestured for him to follow. She offered him a warm and friendly smile that lit up her entire face, a smile which made Cloud’s Adam’s apple bob on a visible -and almost audible- gulp.

Zack picked up his shot and placed Cloud’s in his hand.

“Hey, do me a favour, enjoy yourself.”

Looking nervously at his shot, Cloud clinked it against his friend’s glass; downing the shot in one go, both grimacing at the burn of alcohol and the following shiver that racked through their bodies.

Cloud took one last deep inhale, pushed himself off of his barstool and followed that dangerous silk further and further away from his comfort zone without daring to look back.

“He’s a goner.” Spoke Vincent, quietly.

“Oh yeah.” Remarked Zack, as he giggled at his smitten friend following the barmaid like a lovesick puppy dog.

#cloti #Cloud x tifa #tifa x cloud #zerith #zack x aerith #Yuffientine #If you squint #FFVII #FFVIIR #Fanfic #My writing

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hinugundam · 4 years

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anyway here’s my thoughts so careful for 7R SPOILERS and all that

where to start. guess i’ll section it out.

gameplay wise: fun as all hell. the weapon abilities was a great touch. materia was still as good as it’s always been. the system keeps you in a constant battle between winning and losing. always challenging and felt real, real good. never a dull moment. the sidequests, which were truly few once you’ve beaten the game and look back on it, were either fun, funny, or simple enough to do. didn’t take much time and had some sort of connection to whatever was going on. i enjoyed the forced party changes and how you got to do/see things from different perspectives at different times. all characters were fun to use and had cool abilities.

character wise: everybody was so good. from the man himself to all his friends. they were how they used to sound in my head before they had voices and before we got to this point. cloud? s tier. barret? perfect. aerith? she stood out to me the most, i couldn’t believe how much she made me fall in love with her all over again from the very moment you see her. shit got me thinking i might call her best girl. biggs, jessie, wedge? i love them. they were so alive and fun. the secret mission with them in the begging felt so natural, like they were a group of friends doing some sketchy shit in the middle of the night. the side characters they added in were good, too. leslie, who ended up being my fave side guy, and all the others at wall market. tifa? i feel a little. sad for her this time around. she’s great, really is. was truly tifa through and through, but i was displeased with the change in her dialogue when cloud had his flashback to the nibelhiem incident. going from “i hate” to “i’m sick” felt.. lesser. hate is a strong emotion, and tifa feels strong things. that’s always been a part of her character. felt like she was a little too soft, but its not a huge fuck up. she’s still good ol teef and i love her to death. i felt like i was among friends again. these characters that have been with me for years were more alive than ever before. they made me truly happy.

music wise: shit fuckin bangs. from the og songs that come back and sound nearly the same to the new, remixed versions. god is it good. several times i had to stop and stand idle just to listen to shit. the expressway theme, the battle theme there, the song that plays when aerith is leading you to wall market (which is my absolute fave), the colosseum theme; it goes on. the music being played at just the right moments sets the mood for everything and they knocked that shit out the park. uematsu did it again.

story wise: here’s where shit got me. this game really was a love letter to old 7 fans. they kept it all intact, the old scenes, the old dialogue, the way shit felt. it was there. but there was new stuff that added a little extra. the way you saw how the everyday people reacted to decisions made by the party, how things didn’t just affect avalanche, but everyone else. the impact was much larger than it ever was before. it felt bad but in the best way possible. i hate to admit shit makes me cry but i cried on and off like 30 times playing this game, and sometimes it was about the smallest shit. i was either crying, laughing, or in awe. i couldn’t believe what was in front of me. couldn’t even believe i was playing it. i’ve said it over and over but it was pure magic. magic that i never thought i’d feel. i felt so genuinely happy playing through. it was crazy.

my biggest gripe? started pretty early. when cloud gets his first vision of the future. didn’t like that. brushed it off. kept happening. then you get the end and suddenly it’s all over the place. not only is everyone seeing visions of a certain someone dying, everyone now knows about the meteor. i hated it. why? why were we spoiling the characters in game about their fate which they’ve never known about? i went through the end of that game blank because i was severely disappointed. they weren’t supposed to know about their futures, they never did. the og was about random people fighting on knowing nothing about tomorrow, but doing it anyway. fate was blank and the future was empty, but they went on. felt like the charm and whole backbone of 7 disappeared. where would the shock and importance of major story events be when now suddenly the characters know whats gonna happen? for like a full 12 hours i was just. so disappointed. the game didnt need this huge change in plot. it didnt need some alternate reality, fate is the biggest enemy, suddenly we know our futures story. shit bummed me out. even now after i feel like i’m coming to terms with it, whether i was too harsh or just too attached to what the original always was, im not thrilled about it, but i think i can accept this new fight against fate plot, cause yeah, they do sorta fight against fate, just not literally. i can get with it, but i dont think i’ll ever like the visions. just has me really nervous and scared. what will change now? how deep will we go with this? who will change because of this? im ripping every bandaid off myself and forcing myself to accept it. nothing else i can do. no matter what though, it was an experience. an amazing one. maybe eventually i’ll end up really liking this ending and getting with it like other people. its nice to see people really pleased with it. i have to keep beating myself in the head and saying “this is different now, no going back.” i always said they cant take the og away from me, and they cant. i dont think this new version is ruined, not at all. think im just in a little too deep.

anyway, it was. spectacular. and im ready for part 2. whatever happens. wherever this new fight against fate goes. wherever this new 7 takes us. i think i can learn to love it.

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theclosetpoet7 · 5 years

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Ticking Timebomb

A Cloti fic by theClosetPoet7

Rating: MA, of course, so after writing East of Midgar, a certain scene in there tempted me to expound on it. So here it is. ;) Thank you to my beta Denebola leo

Summary: His grip on her hand is tight, and his eyes on her own are too straightforward. Tifa is sure he knows what's going on within her heart. Of course he knows. [Set After Sephiroth's Defeat in the Original Game]

The scent of burning flesh fills her nostrils. Tifa takes a deep breath and tries to hold it in as they pass through the ashes and debris around them. Her hands are still shaking, the sight of what was once Midgar shattering something inside her. It nearly brings her to tears, nearly renders her weak on her knees, especially when she sees the incinerated bodies nearby, the outlines of human remains; men, women, children...children. She almost wants to run away from it all, to shield herself from the death surrounding her. However, running would be denying this tragedy, denying the lives that were lost. So she summons forth the courage she had been harboring before the final fight. The fact that they're living at all is one she should be grateful for.

But, she can't help but allow painful memories to flood into her head.

Nibelheim burning down.

Her father's bloody chest.

Jessie, Wedge and Biggs perishing under Sector 7's plate.

Aerith's shaking lips when Sephiroth's sword sliced through her.

And Cloud, falling… always falling.

Cloud.

"Tifa?"

His hand is on hers, Mako-enhanced eyes scrutinizing her out of concern for she had suddenly stopped walking, absentmindedly focusing her attention on a big block of concrete ten feet away from where she stood.

Barret waits meters ahead while he observes them, always the big papa bear. And though his face is a picture of pure rage, she knows that his heart is aching as well. Even when he curses under his breath.

Midgar was their home.

It is then when she realizes exactly where she's standing. The neon lights of Seventh Heaven's sign flashes stubbornly, though a few leads are broken. She almost smiles with relief and runs over, hastily opening the door with hope flickering in her heart only to find the sun's light shining mockingly on dust covered floors; broken chairs littering the establishment, shards of glass gathering over the shelves she had once judiciously kept neat and clean.

Wait, this isn't right.

She blinks and the illusion suddenly vanishes. Tifa sighs sadly when she realizes that she had just imagined seeing Seventh Heaven. She bends down to pick the sign off the floor. "Seven Seas". The nautical theme stands out to her this time. It was a restaurant, one that wasn't exempt from all the destruction around them.

She hears him call out to her yet stays rooted in her spot, holding the tears at bay, trying with all her might to not be seen crying.

She had been feeling like this ever since their party disbanded; when the rest of their friends decided to return home. It was just her, Barret and Cloud again. And because all the excitement, fear, and adrenaline had been flushed from her system the moment her last fist had landed on Sephiroth, Tifa could not help but mourn over the loss they've suffered since it all began.

Her heart had always been kept locked away from the others. She never wanted them to see her waver like this. Now, with the realization of the consequences of their past actions, and the grief upon having Midgar perish because of it; because of the sins of the terrorist group she was a part of, she just couldn't hold it together.

His hand settles on her shoulder then.

"Tifa."

His voice acts as an anchor to keep her in the present, to keep her here, with him, before she disappears along with the ghosts of the past inhabitants of the broken city. She can't stop herself anymore, so she launches herself into his arms, shaking as she finally lets her tears fall.

Barret rests against the door while he lets her empty all her tears.

He watches as she cracks in front of them..

Cloud holds onto her hand after that. And as they continue to navigate their way through all the rubble, Tifa shyly accepts the comfort. A merchant on a run down jeep tells them that there is a refugee camp nearby.

"It's about seventeen miles to the North."

She tries not to dwell too much on the fact that his eyes looked dead as he tells them that they've got lots of room; noting the subtlety of his implication that there are only a few survivors.

Her childhood friend's grip tightens around her own as they bid the kind stranger goodbye, reassuring her that everything is going to be alright. She glances straight ahead, squinting her eyes while she looks towards the direction they were pointed to. Though ashes fall around, the brightness of the sun bears down harshly over all of them and she begrudgingly wishes for a cold shower right now. It had been so long since she's been given the time to cleanse her body of the dirt and grime that comes with combat.

She used to be conscious about this fact when they first started their adventures. As time went on and she had been able to trade giggles with Aerith, the flower girl's opinion had been one that erased any insecurities she had.

"If you think you smell, Tifa, then I gotta be honest, those men stink even more."

Their laughter echoes on in her head, reminding her that even though Aerith is no longer with them, she had left them precious memories with her. That, is another thing to be grateful for. A hint of a smile comes to her face.

"Finally."

"Hm?"

Cloud has halted his steps and now stands to her right as he observes her gently.

"You haven't smiled in a while."

She wants to point out that neither has he, but decides against it.

"I suppose I haven't. There's nothing to smile about right now."

"You're right. This isn't like you though."

It would probably irritate someone else for this kind of thing to be pointed out, but this is Cloud Strife here. This is her man. She blushes a deep red at the thought. Did she just say her man? Could she even claim him as such? Their actions the night before their battle at the Northern Crater had been magical. And if she was being honest, it probably meant so much more to her.

"I think I'll meet her there."

He had almost died, yet when he had snapped out of it, his first thoughts were about meeting Aerith again. It wasn't that she was jealous or anything. Or perhaps she was. She would be lying if she said that seeing them connect in that way never sprung forth this feeling of loneliness inside her; as if she wasn't part of that light conversation they were having.

Even if she truly loved Aerith with all her heart.

Perhaps Cloud loved her as well?

In a way a lover would?

In the way he marked her as his own that night? He had been so eager, so passionate, so attentive to her needs.

So...

She blushes again.

It had been amazing.

Still, she doesn't know what it all means anyway.

She drowns those thoughts away and starts to smile again. She knows that he can read her face without asking further but is sure that he won't push if it seemed like she doesn't want to talk about it.

He must've decided on letting go of the fact that she had just faked her smile.

"What am I like then?"

It's his turn to look flustered. Tifa wonders if it's his boyish charm coming out but she finds it cute when he puts a hand to his chin and gives a far-off look.

"You're strong, and optimistic. You're everyone's strength, Tifa."

She hums in reply, eyes also drifting away out of bashfulness.

"Don't worry."

Her attention goes back to the world's hero.

Her hero.

"I'll be here to remind you of who you are."

Her hand is in his again, and he doesn't say anything else before he resumes their trek. Barret has been calling out to them for a while now.

She doesn't know what to say to that. He had her heart racing with that proclamation.

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"Shinra?"

"Yes."

The concierge smiles kindly while he guides them around the hotel. Like the merchant had said, they had a lot of rooms available; though the once grand building has been modified to suit refugees who have come from nearby; food packages and a soup kitchen had been set up to cater to everyone's needs. As it turns out, most of the donations came from the Shinra Company.

It baffles her because she swears that they were always up to no good. Then again, being presented with the possibility of the world ending can make people reconsider. Even Reeve had changed his mind before all this.

Barret huffs at the news and crosses his arms in front of him. It is already late into the night, and they have been walking for nearly twenty hours before they finally arrived here. She recognizes that look on his face. He isn't planning to stay.

Cloud must have seen the defeated slump of her shoulders because he doesn't hesitate in his decision.

"We'll be staying the night."

Both men merely stare at each other.

Tifa wonders if they're about to argue. However, Barret backs down immediately, probably sensing the futility of it all.

"I thought as much. Tifa looks beaten."

"She stayed behind too long."

"I know."

The Avalanche founder turns to her and walks over to ruffle her hair. He hasn't done that in a while.

"You need to rest."

"But you…"

"Don't even protest, coz Spiky here won't have it if I let you travel any further tonight."

"I am not weak."

"We know you're not, Teef. We just want you to rest."

Cloud's concerned voice is enough to let her release a sigh. Honestly, they were right anyway. She wanted to shower so badly. And the prospect of sleeping on a soft bed tonight isn't one she wants to pass on.

"I heard that they're building a new city nearby, we can meet there once I get Marlene."

It sounded like a temporary plan. Nonetheless, it was good enough.

"Fine. Barret, do you really not want to rest first?"

"You know why kid, I am not past it yet."

And that is how he leaves them, giving them a thumbs up as he exits the establishment while he flashes Cloud a look of suspicion once they are left alone.

"So that will be two rooms then?"

They had forgotten about the concierge staring awkwardly at them through the exchange. Tifa almost nods her head but Cloud beats her to it.

"Just one."

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The door closes shut behind him. Cloud leans his sword against the wall and bends down to pour a glass of water for both of them. The soup that was served had eggs in it. It was diluted and had way too much salt, even so, it had satisfied their hunger.

The room is small but it would suffice, and with its own bathroom as well as a tiny deck up front, Tifa thinks that it's a luxury and wonders sheepishly if her blond companion had managed to sneak in some gil for them to be upgraded. It might seem selfish considering that there are others seeking help here. Of course, humanity can never let go of greed.

It doesn't surprise her in the least when they are rewarded with perks once they have presented the money. Still though, it is a welcomed comfort she plans to enjoy while she can. She immediately grabs a towel on the bed, eyes trying to veer away from the fact that it is a queen sized one, bigger than the usual hotel beds they stayed in during their travels.

"Cloud, you don't mind if I go in first, right?"

He nods his head and Tifa wastes no time in getting in and turning the tap on to bask in the shower's spray over her figure. Nothing like a bath to calm the nerves down.

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"Cloud?"

She wonders if she's dreaming, the warmth of the sheets on her skin had provided her with so much comfort that as soon as she laid her worn out body against the smooth cotton, she couldn't help but drift off. Scarlet eyes clear, the blurriness of the room's light fades away. And it is then when she realizes that, no, she isn't dreaming.

Cloud is leaning over her, hands settling on both sides of her body while hers are spread out beside her head, palms facing up, fingers curled as she regards him with careful consideration. The droplets of water from his wet strands fall onto her cheeks, causing her to shiver while she waits for his reply.

He says nothing, lowering himself down to meet her lips halfway, pausing a few inches from her, giving her the incentive to close the distance herself. So she kisses him with all the want she has, feeling an amount of relief when he moans into her mouth and deepens it to push his tongue in as he tangles it with hers.

He is confident this time, so unlike the man who had timidly said that he didn't know what to say. She guesses that he had taken what she had said to heart. That words aren't the only way to tell someone how you're feeling. She lets him communicate to her in his own way. And with his tongue deep in her mouth, the taste of mint toothpaste stimulating her taste buds, Tifa thinks that she wants more.

Wants to feel his tongue wrap around her pert nipple.

Wants to curve her body to his hands' touch.

Wants to feel him pulsing within her.

Wants to indulge herself in that dance again.

He brushes his lips on hers over and over, groaning out when she slides her hand into his hair to draw him closer. When he pulls away, a string of saliva separating their mouths, Tifa manages to say,

"I thought we needed to rest…"

...before he's kissing her again, and his hands part the cotton robe she has on and strips himself of his own as he takes her breasts in his hands and watches her when she lets out a gasp of pleasure.

She supposes it was only a matter of time before they found their way back to each other's arms. She had been afraid to light that fuse once more, worried that this might compromise the friendship they've built, thinking that maybe their emotions only got the best of them when they solidified their promise before the last fight.

But...

But when she opens her heart to him, she knows that it is inevitable. This bond they have is a ticking time bomb, counting down the minutes before they unravel those desires again; crossing the red line into the point of no return, engaging themselves in their carnal desires until all they can do is race towards completion. Like that night.

At the edge of devastation.

He's between her legs, the outline of his nearly hard cock rubbing against the inner side of her thigh as he rises above her, meeting her carmine orbs with the fierceness he's always reserved for battle.

"Tell me you want me to stop."

She takes hold of his member, soft hands moving in an up and down motion, a fondle that rewards her with his virile grunt, hips already moving to her touch.

"I don't want you to."

He doesn't hesitate after that.

Something has awakened in Cloud. He's more forward, more crude. And it fans the flames of her desire and moistens her cunt when he says that he wants to fuck her.

There is no modesty there unlike the first time, his hands are more attuned to her body; more aware. He pushes her hand away from him and pins it beside her head, taking in deep breaths and reassuring her that it isn't because he didn't enjoy her touch. In fact, he was enjoying it far too much to be able to hold back and, he didn't want it to be over too soon.

"I want to taste you."

She blinks up at him. His eyes look intense, cheeks red and mouth panting out puffs of breath as he watches for her reaction.

Her throat is dry at the sight of him, with his broad shoulders over her, the defined lines of his abs stealing her air as she follows that dark trail of blond curls, finally realizing the fact that they're already naked.

"Will you let me, Teef?"

He has a feral look on him, teasing her with what he can offer, letting her catch a glimpse of the sensations he is capable of invoking in her.

Too much.

It is too much.

How could she resist?

She could only nod at that and directs her eyes to the ceiling, staring blankly above while her fingers tangle in his soft strands. He's taking his time in getting to her core, a kiss on her clavicle, a brief suck on her breast, taking it slow, adding fuel to the fire little by little. And she loves it. Loves the wetness of his tongue as he traces her taut stomach, loves the way he bends her legs to expose her; to gain more access.

Loves him.

Only him.

When he kisses her there for the first time, she bucks off the mattress. Almost pushing him away only to be held down by his hands pressing into both her thighs to keep her in place. Trapping her there, making her surrender to his ministrations.

"Cloud, I…"

Gaia, it feels amazing. He is working wonders in her. And he's lapping at her with such ferocity that it all but takes her a few minutes before she already reaches that peak, that sharp itch that makes her quiver with delight when it finally snaps.

He's easing her in, thumb caressing her clit while he prolongs her pleasure and lets her ride out the waves of her orgasm. It's a feeling so relaxing yet so erotic that she only wants to do more.

When he pulls away from her and sets his knees on the sheets, she couldn't help but grab onto his forearm, panicked mind fearing that he's about to leave her. The surprise in his eyes is evident. Nevertheless, there is understanding there as well, like he knows exactly what she is afraid of. So, to erase her doubts, he crashes his lips to hers, pressing her tenderly onto her back while he spreads her wide for his cock's entrance.

The second time is even more pleasurable, there is still some pain, but it is only a dull ache compared to the sharpness of his first entry. Yet he manages to be just as gentle. Slowly moving out only to push back in, gauging her reactions, arms shaking as he holds himself up, steadily, like he's afraid of hurting her; afraid to lose control. It is an action so tender yet so risque. Because here they were, on a queen sized bed in the aftermath of the world's near end, naked and vulnerable.

And connected.

Connected.

When the slow thrusting proves to be too little for the rough pounding she wants, Tifa raises herself to wrap her arms around his neck.

"Cloud, fuck me."

She uses that scandalous word, and knows that it will only serve to ignite his desire, the same way it stoked hers. And it does. Because after, he's pushing her deeper into the bed, and he takes hold of her legs over his forearms while he goes into a hard rhythm. Her hand grips the headboard when he continues his thrusts, already feeling that second peak coming, still so sensitive from the first one.

His grunts and their bodies slapping against the other is all that she hears. Tifa cums with her legs squeezing around his shoulders, screaming his name with absolute want as she convulses around him, thinking that maybe he will come with her.

He isn't nearly done with her yet for he slams an elbow beside her head and kisses her while he continues to jerk his hips to hers.

His lips find purchase of the shell of her ear, whispering sweet nothings that only make her blush.

"I'll be here to remind you."

He drives in to the hilt and picks up the pace.

"I'll remind you of who you are."

He laces his fingers with hers.

"I'll be here, Tifa."

The next thing she knows, he's rolling her onto her stomach, a grunt full of yearning coming out of his lips when he takes her again from behind and fucks her like an animal. It is a position that might have brought shame before but only serves to fill her with even more of him.

She buries her face into the pillow, and she arches her back and presses her ass to him as he fights for his own completion.

In and out.

He thrusts in and out of her.

Breath released in harsher puffs as he nears it.

She wants to come again but feels like it is too greedy considering he has already given her too much, so she lets him rut against her, lets him work towards his own release, feeling him throb and expand until he finally bursts inside and gasps her name in a voice so full of want and need. A string of profanities coming out of his mouth while his hips instinctively continues its harsh jerking, fingers digging into her ass while he empties all of his creamy ejaculate into her heated core.

When he slumps on her back, Cloud slides her damp hair out of the way and trails kisses on her shoulder. He leans his sweaty head to the back of hers, hands rubbing her waist in a tender way as if he is trying to ease any bruises.

"I'm sorry, was that too rough?"

She is silent at first, the ache still remaining. He had nearly taken her to her third one; was five jackhammers too short.

"Tifa?"

"I was almost there."

"Hm?"

She blushes furiously as Cloud turns her over, covering her cheeks upon the realization of what she is about to ask. Then again, it is too late for maiden shyness now.

"I almost came again."

His brows shoot up at the admission, but he smirks at her before taking his fingers into his mouth, lubricating it with his spit and then with that teasing look in his eyes, he lowers his hand to her core, letting his fingers do what his cock was doing just moments before. She arches her back and lets him cater to her needs.

"Harder?"

"Mm."

He complies with her request.

She sees stars when she comes undone, her hands grip the sheets as she tries to latch onto the immense feeling of satisfaction he has given her, legs shaking and lips trembling when she calls out to him.

Sex with Cloud is amazing.

That is all she can say.

It is simply amazing.

And with the way the concierge eyed them with tense reception as they came down to check out, Tifa knows that she isn't the only one who knows that. They feel like rambunctious teenagers as they sneak glances at each other while he hands them the receipt and stiffly tells them to have a good day.

She laughs genuinely this time, hand already clasping his as they take the road down to that new city Barret was talking about, meeting Cloud's cerulean eyes with all the love she could muster.

Nurturing her insecurities will come another day. For now, she wants to stay with him, to be there when he too starts to feel like he is losing himself. To be there to remind him of who he is.

Because in the aftermath of humanity's near extinction, Tifa Lockhart finds herself with the boy who once consumed her every thought the moment he left.

She finds herself with the man she has come to love after all this time.

And

She finds herself.

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AN: Ugh, these smutty ideas are distracting me but I will upload them anyway :D Thank you to Denebola Leo for being my Beta! :D So "Timebomb" by Walk the Moon has yet again inspired some of the lines I typed up. The song just has this poetic feeling of want that I just... oh my. haha

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dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition · 6 years

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tazchat: double whammy

okay so i’ve been havin computer troubles lately and i wanted to make sure the readmore works so i had to wait to upload these, right. but. anyway. if you know me irl and you see this you are legally allowed to kill me.

i’m almost done with the bank episode, but. y’all. there’s two whole episodes before that. we’re just now getting to the really good shit. but the shit that came before? also fucking good. here’s that.

and now, what about two of you have been waiting for: Welcome Back To Bee’s Journey To Self-Acceptance Re: Their Deep Attachment And Sense Of Relation To Travis McElroy’s Self-Insert DND OC

—“i wish i had pictures but at least i have my memorieeeees” —LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH —i love weird all yankovic’s song paradoxes —magnus calling the boys “fellas” and “boys” all the time is a speech quirk i forgot about. he addresses them as a group more than the other two and. hm. —you know what else i forgot about magnus? he values honesty to a point he doesn’t always live up to? but when he does... boy HOWDY. this whole roswell exchange is SO in-character and i love it. —aaand (this is a magnus monologue!!! listen. listen) he is All About People even if he isn’t necessarily great with them? he knows that nobody’ll survive past 12 but he won’t let them die in the collapse/fire —wait. oh my god. that’s why! i guess! because that’s what happened in RR. fuck? it’s salt shaker level implication, if intentional, and i love it. —chekov’s bush —“oh, the labor—“ / [magnus starts digging with his hands] / “i cast healing word on taako” PEAK THB DYNAMIC —“i put the bomb in a DIFFERENT POCKET than steven” —ALPHABET PUZZLE —oh my god they just blow up the room GRIFFIN: how do you feel? you’ve died three times. it hasn’t been great. TRAVIS: this is how magnus would live his life anyways? he’s emboldened by being able to fuck up CLINT: merle’s not a fan JUSTIN: Just Another Day At The Office, Babey. but he’s fuckin disoriented. —just highlighting that bit which has been highlighted so many times before because it’s so good because we stack up: Oh That’s Why Magnus Made The Chalice, merle death irony, and Justin Predicts The Stolen Century —A L P H A B E T P U Z Z L E —fuckin love the implication that this mine intentionally hired one person for every letter of the alphabet —DISARM / OPEN —“you guys are adorable right now :D” —I’m Gonna Call It Good Ice —token arc elevator —The Bugs Appreciate His Folksy Charm —magnus is exactly that one andy samberg snl skit about that Actor Who I Won’t Name Because He Committed A Literal Hate Crime talking to animals. —Another Fine Miller™️ Product —Merle Fucks Up His Nature Check And Clint Fucks Up Justin’s Mic —[merle solves the whole issue] / TAAKO: another great adventure, magnus. —every time they say umbrella on this show i am reminded that i apparently say umbrella wrong, but, look, they say it the same way!!! —also the imagery of merle just whistlin as magnus and taako hide under their shield/umbrella is so cuts —♪ To Heaven We’re Going On A Trip Together ♪ —CHRIS ISAAK —“dad , i don’t give two shits” —three bubbles —Teef —Oh Worm? —all of you hold hands [...] and you are dead. —Oops-A-Doodle! —oh my god it’s the diamond episode —“i have 24 hours, i don’t know if i can learn to play jock jams on piano” —“oh, i remember you, little ren!” lyin ass but it’s cute —“so the cooking show is on ...Hiatus” —Help Yourself Cast Yourself Into Magic Legend —the ash character voice is really familiar and i can’t place from where? i think it’s the john voice —HELL YEAH IT’LL BE COVERED IN THE SEMINAR —“my lawyers have told me that if there is no tomorrow this payment is null and void” —“that’s a one perception” / “EVERYTHING’S COOL, DON’T EVEN WORRY BOUT IT.” —I DON’T KNOW YOU FROM JAKE! —oh fuck there IS a zone of truth in this arc. —Istus? Maybe Christmas? Biscuits? —clint thought bjork was pronounced bork —“listen skipping niceties is our spe-ci-ality.” —“did you use cold butter or just stick with room temp?” / “mostly just scone magic!” / “not the baking convo i was hoping for, but.” —TURN RIGHT. TURNRIGHT. Tuuuurn Riiiiight. —“it’s my prophecy. i earned it. through lying.” —black opal. fuck off griffin. —“an ocean of tar [...] a world covered in ash.” / THERE IS ALWAYS A THIRD OPTION which none of the dumbasses on this show could figure out beforehand because plot —i burp and small prophecy comes out. —wait no i wanna talk about like. lup and lucretia are both very smart women who are extremely myopic but like. what if we had both. you dumb ass motherfuckers. i love you. —“tell em it’s a bank holiday. hug day?” / “it IS hug day.” —magnus nerds out over the architecture in spite of disaster. hell yes —MERLE ABOUT TO MAKE HIS FIRST RELIGION CHECK — comin up on junebug! i just remembered —“can’t call up istus, like new phone who dis” —Fantasy Shorts —magnus chasing a rag like a kid chasing a butterfly is SO GOOD —clint wants to play doctor strange so bad. @mcu recast now —“is it alive?” / “it’s a skeleton.” / “yeah, but it’s dnd.” —caleb cleveland teen cop —“SKELETONS CAN MOVE IN THIS GAME, JUSTIN!” / “so can rugs, travis, watch aladdin.” —“...it’s seventh level necromancy.” —the ONE TIME griffin gives a shit about casting time is when clint tries to necromance asdhfjkll —“are you about to make a joke about the song luca?” / “...no.” —“it can be upsetting to see a Living Skeleton Man!” —“what loop? what are you talking about?” me when people first proposed the twin theory —Griffin Wants Magnus To Take The Chalice So Bad And I Love It

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I’m having a really bad night and reading your ramble analysis stuff is really soothing,, cld u like just,,, talk abt changkyun and Hyunwoo n their relationship, or like,, anything,, I don’t rlly have anything else to distract me

oooh first n Foremost i’m sorry ur having a bad night n i hope things look up really soon!!! things will be alright!! i’m sending u love and light…healing energies…secondably of course! i hope me typing this out doesn’t take too long if ur needing a distraction..:( mwah

mmm changkyun and mister son hyunwoo…faschinating…first of all my favorite thing about them is that changkyun has this thing for hearing comments ppl make under their breath or in the bg,,,like rather than focusing on the Main Events he focuses on th other stuff that’s happening so sometimes shownu says something funny and then changkyun laughs n repeats it asjfasjfasf and he’s so amused i remember Specifically one time this happened was during one of their earlier interviews during trespass era i’ll have to find a link…but minhyuk was like “this reward is so great it’ll make u quit ur jobs” and shownu was like “but we just started…” and ck was like LMFAO…shownu said we just started….classique…asjfaoisfjas but also when shownu gets complimented he gets very obviously happy and usually goes “oh, really?” AND CHANGKYUN THINKS THAT’S SO FUNNY ASFJASF HE’S LIKE “HE LIKES IT!!!” he just thinks it’s so funny how shamelessly happy shownu gets abt compliments jafsoifas mm they were chosen as the most awkward members on right now n even though that was a while ago and was probably true to some degree i think what’s probably more accurate is theyre both really quiet n they appreciate that dynamic they have like i don’t think they’re super chatty when theyre together i’d imagine they just say things once in a while and it’s a really comfortable silence!! two men scrolling on their phones,, a sup node 2 remind each other theyre alive…

my hip Isn’t in place wow their friendship is so powerful it knocked my hip out your faves cld never FJASKFAJSFIAS also they’re so cute like changkyun litearlly is just out here gnawing on shownu’s arm SHARP TEEF nad shownus just like yea…LIKE I MADE A POST ABT THIS BEFORE BUT I’LL NEVER GET OVER HOW EVERYONE ACTED LIKE CHANGKYUN LITERALLY FEASTING ON SHOWNU’S MEATY BICEPS WAS COMPLETELY NORMAL…THEY WERE SO UNPERTURBED I FELT AS THOUGH IT WAS I WHO WAS THE ODD ONE OUT FOR NOT BITING HIS ARM…

i think shownu n changkyun have a rly comfy relationship like…they can rly just relax and not feel pressured to talk when theyre together but they get along well and i think changkyun is especially endeared by shownu like EVERYONE is endeared by shownu but changkyun in particular laughs at his antics sometimes and is so amused afkasfjsf and shownu is just always like changkyun is so unique….which is so funny afjasfisj they’re both really patient…and it’s funny bc they have the biggest age difference but i dont think you can feel it that much at least i dont? bc changkyun doesnt act like a traditional maknae very much askfjasf he’s very…mature he has an old soul and he’s definitely a baby in his heart but he has a view of himself as this like cool more serious guy and he wont Embrace the baby but i believe in him..BUT ALSO…N THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT GOES AGAINST WHAT I JUST SAID…i feel like changkyun falls into a really natural sort of…cuteness around shownu?? like i don’t think it’s on purpose or like aegyo or charming him i think he just like the cuteness naturally oozes out of him…i had to use a gross word ,, but my brain wont provide me not gross alternatives atm…BUT HE’S SO CUTE…he just feels younger he Changes…he has this rly pretty smile…that i feel like he only has when he Feels younger…that’s intereschting…whomst here would like to do an analysis on body language and different facets of personality…i call it a babie smile but maybe it truly is one…

i think shownu feels like changkyun is dependable dongsaeng and he thinks he’s cute and funny and UNPREDICTABLE on one radio shownu had to write a “user manual” for changkyun n that just means like he had to say how to handle changkyun basically n he was like “he’s uncontrollable n he just bounces around” n changkyun was like yea…but basically i think it’s really special that they can be close despite an age difference of…4 years ? that’s not that big but considering it’s the largest in the group if they had a different group dynamic it might be more tangible…i think theyre really cute n now that u brought up them together i wish there were more like…videos of them n clips of them together…i just watched a second of them playing with the raccoons together and theyre really so sweet…also i think when changkyun is around shownu he feels more of a need to point things out to him to get feedback…which is really really cute… he’s just a babie trying to get his hyung’s attention n approval…n also occasionally snack on him

#asks #analysis #that's a tag bc i dont ever shut up FJAOSIJFAOISFJ #anyways i hope ur night gets better or if it's a bit too late for that i hope tomorrow brings you joy even if it's something small!!!#im wishing u the best i hope this was okay :(( i wish ih ad more 2 say #but also i feel like it's long...schtrange.#long post

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