#ffxvi imagines

[gay-dorito-dust]

Headcanons for Clive Rosfield with gn s/o reassuring him that he's a good man who does his best to help people despite everything he has gone through, they're proud of him, and they love him so much? With hugs and kisses too!

Clive Rosfield had to be one of, if not the most strongest man you’ve ever met in your life.

Yet you’ve found that the stronger the man, the more broken they seemed to be in due to certain circumstances that happened within their past.

A past that could still be felt to this very day as it clung onto your beloved’s soul, it’s claws digging in deep into him that you worried that you’d deal him more damage if you were to pull them out raw.

You wanted nothing more then to help your exhausted lover and thankfully a time did come where Clive needed your comfort and sweet words and even sweeter reminders the most in the aftermath of a nightmare;

‘What if I’m an omen of death, destined to leave a trail of dead bodies, friends and foes alike in my wake?’ Clive admitted to you under starry skies. Yet despite how ethereal the sight above was…the topic at hand was anything but. ‘What if by the end of this I wouldn’t have had you gravely harmed, whether it’d be by my hand or others because of me.’ He adds sombrely, clutching your hand when he felt it involuntarily twitch.

‘I don’t want to have to watch that day come to pass.’ Clive was whispering now as though if he raised his voice any louder then something awful would take place, and it wouldn’t even matter whether the inherent danger were to take place five minutes from your conversation or even going as far as five weeks.

For as long as Clive could sense danger, he would always on a subconscious have himself somehow incorporated into it one way or another. He truly felt the one to blame for every wrongdoing that was committed no matter the scale of it, he just felt as though all bad things tie back to him in even the most minuscule ways.

‘Clive,’ you gripped his hand tightly, ‘not everything bad is inherently your fault.’ You told him but you weren’t finished yet. ‘You’re a good man, regardless of what the past speaks of your character. You’ve done a whole lot of good since those dark times and done a whole lot of good for the people who felt as though they had no hope to hold onto, Who felt like they too were deserving of the wrongdoings that have happened in their pasts because they felt as though they didn’t deserve better.’ You raised his hand and pressed a dozen kisses against the skin there as you decided to hold his hand close to your chest.

‘You’re a good man Clive Rosfield and I will not stand in hearing you slander yourself on the pretences of lies and falsehoods.’ You said as you tug him closer so you could bring your arms to hold him against you as you began to speak your words against his ebony locks. ‘For the Clive Rosfield I know is a brave, strong man of many talents, and he’s a beautiful man with a gentle, kind and caring heart.’ You felt Clive relax further into you, as though attempting to drown himself in your warmth and your scent with how he noses it’s way from against your collar bone, and upwards until his head is firmly flushed against your neck where he would then find comfort in your pulse point as his eyes began to drift off at the sound of your soothing voice.

A voice Clive would rather die then to never hear again, whispering sweet enchantments that you call encouragement into his ear.

‘And I am proud, so very proud of my Clive that neither words nor any form of expression can begin to accurately convey of the magnitude of how proud I am of him.’ You whispered sweetly, pressed kisses now and then again his hair or any form of exposed warm skin that was within your lips reach to douse in a plethora of kisses, leaving not a spec untouched by your lips, and even as you pulled away, you could feel Clive’s body writhe as it began to desperately miss your lips; considering how determined your beloved seemed to press himself further up against you, you’d think that he was trying to imprint himself onto you in some form of way.

‘His demons may want him to claim otherwise but I wish for him to remember that he isn’t what they say he is, Clive Rosfield isn’t a monster, nor a death omen, but I know my Clive Rosfield and my Clive Rosefield is anything and everything but those words. He’s generous, brave, bold, and yes I do have to admit, a little stubborn and hardheaded.’ You admitted, chuckling as Clive removed his head from your neck to give you a look. ‘But, even though he may often claim that he’s putting me in danger just for loving him.’

You pressed your forehead against his, nudging your nose against his, smiling when he wordlessly reciprocated the action. ‘I’ve never felt more safer then I ever have then within his arms.’ You muttered against his lips before closing the gap and kissing every ounce of love and affection you held for Clive into that kiss in hopes it’d make its way to his soul. Humming in delight as you felt him practically bruise your lips with the force of his kiss that burned with a fierce passion that at some points you felt as though you couldn’t keep up with him.

You knew Clive had a whole lot of love to give to the point where it became overwhelming and consumed every action he did, from the way he protected others, to the way he was currently holding onto you as though you were the last flicker of light in his life; which you might as well be. His grip was firm and strong but while also being gentle and cautious as not to bring you bodily harm, because god knows Clive would never forgive himself if he was the main reason you were hurt, as proven multiple times where you had gotten hurt saving his ass and you’d awaken up with Clive at bedside, holding your hand within his larger and warmer ones; it felt as though your hand was trapped within the depths of a campfire. Comforting and warm.

‘What have I done to deserve you, my love?’ Clive whispered against your lips upon pulling away but consciously choosing to stay within proximity of you in hopes that your words and love would continue to rub off on him like they have for as long as you both been lovers. You smiled, bringing your hands up to his scruffy jaw, enjoying the prickly sensation that kissed the pads of your fingertips deliciously. ‘You were just yourself my star, I was just merely captivated by your beauty and the way you treated others as equals and fell deeply in love ever since.’

‘What about now?’ Clive asked you.

You pecked his lips, ‘I’m still falling my star, I’m still falling.’

#ffxvi imagine #ffxvi imagines #ffxvi x reader #ffxvi x you #clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield x you #clive rosfield imagines #Clive rosfield imagine #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy x you #final fantasy imagines #final fantasy 16 x reader #final fantasy 16 imagines #final fantasy 16 x you #final fantasy 16 imagine #final fantasy imagine

[aethersflood]

-- "It's plain she cares for you very deeply." -- "And I her. Which is why I had to let her go."

#joshua rosfield #ffxviedit #final fantasy xvi #jote #ffxvi #i have so many feelings!! #i think it's really interesting that jote and joshua have never had an equal dynamic in their relationship #jote has been a protector of joshua's since she was little #even before he regained consciousness she was caring for him #the undying weren't sure he would ever wake up and when he did they must have been so afraid to lose him again #the undying in general are really fraught with their approach to the rosfields and the phoenix/the all-too-willing self-sacrifice #joshua never stood a chance of having a normal childhood regardless of where he grew up #and presumably jote also grew up in the undying so she has never truly experienced a peer to peer relationship with joshua #as soon as joshua woke up she was helping him to stay well and accompanying him on his journey #and in this scene she can't imagine not being by his side #she's scared for his safety but also probably very lost #what does she do with her life now? where does her energy go if not to protecting the phoenix? #i wonder about how jote and joshua feel about each other romantically #i know that they may not feel that way toward each other at all #the romantic shipper in me would like to think they do #it's just such a complicated and special and tender dynamic between them

[qvrcll]

no smooth roads for us

Summary: Clive tries to keep his strength at bay. You admonish him for it. Warnings: explicit content / NSFW, rough sex, female reader anatomy, use of the word ‘minx’, dirty talk. A/N: My first time writing for Clive! This was a journey. I want to keep writing for him — reblog’s / comments are always appreciated! :)

You discover quickly that Clive fucks you like he fights.

It starts with the gentlest of kisses, searing hot like a burn from the sun itself. Shy, but he doesn’t mean for it to be. He remedies that by driving you against him till there is no space to give, only his chest that beats with some gratifying noise when you’re bare and naked for him to witness every inch of it.

You don’t tell him, but you like it when you holds you close and fucks you rough. His fingers, calloused with the fatal semblance of war, prove your excitement as they prod and grope at your skin experimentally. He’d fucked you rough once before and refrained from it again — a fear of breaking you, he thinks. He plays it soft now.

When you moan, shudder against the splay of his fingers against the share of your muscle, the pebbled crest of your nipples, he leads his fingers further. Deeper. He tries to ignore the burning heat curdling at his hip, for you, but the intrusion against your thigh is so hard to miss.

Clive — please, touch me, comes your plea.

The madness in your voice makes the blood rush to his cock. It ruins him, makes him want to consume you whole right here, from the heat of his lap. He fights it, though, still, and his jaw bulges from the effort of it.

He begins again, tries to create and follow a slower acclivity. Maybe he could finger you, eat you out, pleasure you delicately beneath the weight of his hot, heavy fingers.

There — there you go, my love.

He splits you open deliciously slow and his remaining fingers swim against the wetness collecting on your clit. There’s a familiar rhythm amped by the joint effort of his fingers on and in your cunt but you want more of something different. A fuck thoroughly rough that you know he can manage.

It’s you who wrenches his hand from your cunt with a disappointing pop — he thinks he’s upset you in some shape or form, that he’s pleasured you too dully or too hard, but soon comes to learn that you’re acting like brat.

Come, now, my love — don’t be like that, he warns. His voice is addictively firm and set, which in turn fuels your need for more. You attempt to wiggle out his grip, piss him off further, but the flux presses against his throbbing, oozing cock, which has already spilt some of its seed against his stomach with the wait.

Don’t — his resolves works no more. His voice is more shout than reason, as he delivers your arms with a bruising feeling from the steely grip they have on them. He’s lost his patience, and his mind, pushing you into the ground with none of the prior promise of tenuity. You’ve angered him, gotten what you want finally.

Is this what you wanted, you minx? Are you happy?

He drives your ass into the floor, kneads it within the roughness of his palm like dough. On regular days, he would work you open till you were gushing and open to a guaranteed degree. Now, he primes his intrusion of your cunt with an animalistic growl, his cock pushing in till you’ve had your fill.

Rough enough?

He mocks you. Gives you no room to recover. Batters your cunt again and again with the rough slap of his hips. He grins wickedly when you cry hot, fat tears and goes to mock you once more.

Why are you crying? Isn’t this what you wanted? Could’ve sat still while I worked you open but you wanted it rough — I’m giving you rough.

You’d never thought it would be this good, this illusive. He flips you till your back faces him, and ploughs into you like none before, delivers messy and violent shocks across your body. There’s barely any touch to his ministrations, just push, as he drives your head against the floor — in the name of take it, take it, I know you can take it.

He suffocates your senses — you clamp harshly against his cock with a loud cry, unsure of your bearings. Your body spasms underneath the weight of his and when he finished with his business, taken his fill as he shatters inside you, he’s quick to smother the quickness of this violence.

I’m — I’m sorry — are you hurt? I got ahead of myself — I’m sorry, my love.

You hush him with shaking hands, and as much as your fingers reject motion, you cradle his cheeks in your palm. The reflective heat from them comforts Clive, leaves him with the blatant truth that this is what you had wanted — and now that you had it, you weren’t in it to stop.

There’s a strange curl to his lips, with the knowledge that comes to him softly in the after-burn.

He liked playing rough.

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[dunderella]

the waloeders

(available as stickers in my shop!)

#ffxvi #ff16 #ff16 fanart #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #harbard #sleipnir harbard #barnabas tharmr #odin #ffxvi odin #ff16 odin #ff16 spoilers #my art #illustration #its the fusion-ha guys #..god imagine if they actually did do that to prime #sad u never fight them together at the same time!!! #sorry that's #spoilers #LMAO #fanart

[ransprang]

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Show me your wing (Sephiroth x reader)

Your colleague stumbled at the door of the briefing room as you stood there, engaged in conversation with the scientists. "Y/n, the Shinra director is asking for you in his office," they informed you. You sighed, a little annoyed. "Alright, thanks." You were dressed in a dark blue dress, exuding professionalism, with your long dark hair flowing over your shoulders. Your white stiletto heels complemented your outfit, clanking against the metal floor as you left the room. SOLDIERS saluted you as you passed, abandoning their conversations.

You reached the director's room and approached his desk, with Sephiroth leaning against a spare desk nearby. "Thank you for coming," the director said. "We have a mission for you." You scoffed, showing your reluctance. "You know I don't usually take on missions. Why don't you ask those who do?" Rolling your eyes, you directed your comment at Sephiroth, who stood there with a soft smile, taking the jab in stride. The director appeared concerned. "So, neither of the 1st Class SOLDIERS is going to accept any missions? Great."

Sephiroth chuckled and spoke calmly, "Y/n, we've rarely seen you in combat. Come on, this one's for you." Annoyed, you turned away, realizing he had declined this mission just to watch you fight and be entertained. "Get a grip, I'm out," you told the director. Then, facing him once more, you added, "I'll coordinate the mission with the other SOLDIERS and step in if absolutely necessary." The director nodded, "Very well then. Sephiroth, we've been too lenient on you. Take this one." Sephiroth nonchalantly got up and responded, "As you say," before leaving.

On the day of the mission in Banora village, Sephiroth arrived as you stood alongside Tseng. You spoke into your microphone, "Ten o'clock, Seph, there's a mob." Sephiroth echoed, "Backup." Tseng gave you a sidelong glance. "He's determined, isn't he?" You were furious, stomping your foot and marching off in his direction. Sephiroth could easily take down Bahamut alone but had called for backup against a mob. It was a clear indication that he wanted to see you fight.

When you reached the location, it was empty. Sephiroth had already cleared the area, leaving only the two of you. "What a waste of my time," you muttered, turning to leave. But then, you felt the cold silver of his katana against your neck. Instinctively, you used the dagger you kept attached to your thigh to fend him off. You managed to deflect Sephiroth's attack smoothly, saying, "Try harder next time." He wasted no time launching another rapid attack, and you defended yourself expertly, not allowing a single scratch.

Your eyes narrowed in anger. How could he make you do this? He knew you despised fighting. You began to attack him as he shifted to defense, tears welling up in your eyes as you fought furiously.

Tseng made his way to the location upon hearing the clamor of blades clashing. He shot his gun through the air, snapping both you and Sephiroth back to your senses. You were both too powerful to hurt each other. He had orchestrated this merely to derive amusement. In a moment of fury, you took your knife and slashed into your upper arms, allowing the blood to drip to the floor. "Are you happy now?" you demanded before walking away, leaving Sephiroth behind, looking amazed and shocked.

Later that day, you found yourself in the training room, trying to release the remaining adrenaline. When you heard the door creak open, you stopped and turned around to see Sephiroth stepping in, his boots echoing on the floor. "You are so mysterious... why don't you want to fight?" he asked. You relaxed, keeping the blade in your hand lowered. "I can fight, but must I? I don't want to destroy anything. I prefer creating beauty, art, organizing a team..." Both of you fell into silence, but it felt like he understood you. Your only other friends had been Genesis and Angeal, but recent events had changed their circumstances.

Sephiroth drew near, using his gloved hand to touch the fresh cut you had made earlier in the day. You whimpered softly as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. He remained quiet as he embraced you tightly, and then, gently taking your hand, he led you to his room. Both of your bodies ached from years of pain, but on this day, your heart longed for love. Sephiroth showed care and tenderness, though he may not have recognized his own need for the same love, you certainly did.

Sephiroth kissed your lips as he fell on top of you on the bed. You opened your legs and straddled him as you let your wet panties grind against his leather pants. He began dry humping you as his kisses got deeper. Sephiroth suddenly got up and took off his leather coat, as you scampered to take off your dress. You both were completely naked, you had never been in this position with Sephiroth before despite always being attracted to him.

He leaped forward closing the gap between you two as he entered your entrance with his massive dick. It stretched you out as your closed your eyes in pain, he smiled looking at your state but naturally thrusted slowly, eventually increasing his pace. As you both neared orgasm he stopped, Sephiroth lifted himself in a plank position to look you in the eyes. You were in euphoria and gave him a smile which he returned.

Your eyes widened as he brought our his majestic wing, it flared behind him with feathers flying around the room as one landed next to your cheek softly touching your skin. "Your turn, y/n" he said as he was still inside of you. You bit your lower lip, you never used your wing, hell you never even fought on missions. Your heart thumped knowing no ones ever seen yours. You closed your eyes and your wing opened up behind against the bed. It was beautiful, just like Sephiroths, but yours was on the opposite side. If you two became one youd be a two winged angel. Sephiroth smiled, "good girl" He went back in and began humping.

Sephiroth caught pace again, bringing back the heat and build up to the orgasm you could feel his dick go in and out. He hugged you tightly as your legs straddled him. He used his wing to wrap you as you used yours to wrap him. It was like a cocoon of feathers. As you two orgasmed together, Sephiroth grunted and you left out a loud moan digging your nails into his back.

You both stayed there hugging and wrapped in each others wing for a while. Sephiroth whispered "maybe you will create life today" you softly smiled as you dug you face into his neck gently getting caressed by his soft white hair.

your wing,

Admin Sav

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[mothonice0]

TB July 2023

The way FF16 made me want to learn how to digitally draw again. Haven’t had much time lately 🥹 but once things slow down I’ll be sketching Joshua’s globe arse all over the world

#ffxvi #final fantasy 16 #ff16 #joshua rosfield #ff16 fanart #digital drawing #ff16 joshua #Wanted to make him look like a bird so bad #Need to imagine a better makeup look because this man’s face has too much potential

[lyssala]

“My lord, my lady,” the tutor cleared his throat, making both Jill and Clive sit up straight, the inches suddenly growing between them again. “Is something the matter?”

“Not at all,” Jill said with a slight nod of her head.

“Allergies,” Clive supplied, though Jill didn't seem to think he was helping because Joshua saw the way Clive jerked slightly, the result of Jill probably nudging him from under the table. “It is a little dusty in here don't you think, Joshua?” Clive winked at him.

“Oh yes, it is rather dusty, I think,” Joshua agreed quickly.

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A collection of one shots to tell the stories in-between canon; the ones hinted at and alluded to but never quite giving the whole story. Of memories that were mentioned briefly while reminiscing, of quiet moments left unseen, of how a relationship can go from two kids with crushes to two adults in love.

Each chapter takes place at a different point in canon; all chapter notes contain the time frame upfront to help those who are still avoiding spoilers.

#ffxvi #cliji #warrose #warfield #final fantasy xvi #clive rosfield #jill warrick #joshua rosfield #nothing gets me out of years long writing slump like two of the softest beans imaginable #so have my first contribution #there will be more LOL

[jumpluffdrifting]

Just finished xvi and Kihel Terence and Dion make me so sad. They could have been the found family ever.

We could have had it all

#ffxvi spoilers #ff16 spoilers #dion lesage #ff16 #ffxvi #gonna listen to dried roses by big thief and imagine another world

[keithle]

someone should draw clive with all the seals and choker(?) he has gotten. i think it would be hilarious.

like is he just wearing all of them at once???

#just a silly little thing i’ve been wondering about #even since getting the first seal #like it can’t be seen #but imagine if you could #see it #bet he’d look like these military people #yknow? #anyways #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #clive rosfield #ff16 #ffxvi

[liroyalty]

Sometimes I wonder where the hell Joshua got all this basically 'forbidden/forgotten' knowledge of things like Ultima & the nature of Eikons, & how best to his his powers. Like sir, the fact you are alive at all is a miracle, but where the fuck did you learn all this shit???

Then I go 'bet he learned at least some of this from Sue, cause having forbidden & forgotten knowledge is always her thing'. She has a deep desire to know secretive things.

#musings [lore and ideas] #『v!ffxvi』 #suzanne aesthetic(varies trigger warnings) 【in darkness blooms the spider lily】 #(imagine if they went that far back)

[rotomicity]

getting randomly hit in my feelings after listening (again) to mika's ready to call this love this fine monday afternoon

#this song always makes me feel bittersweet #but it hit *extra* hard now post-ultimania release (You Know Why) #me @ my brain: hoe don't do it- #my brain: wow imagine a ffxvi animatic/comic of this song set to 18 y/o teredion's post near death experience confession- (cont.) #(cont.) as they navigate their romantic feelings for each other & become brave enough to enact on them knowing full well the risks #me: fuck you

[ransprang]

may i request sephiroth vampire? super excited for kinktober <3

Kinktober 2023

Sephiroth: Vampire AU

Sephiroth wandered in search of Cloud, now more powerful than ever before. He could feel the mako surging through his muscles, guiding him to a place where he sensed the remnants of Cloud. His quest led him to various locations around The Planet.

Suddenly, a heat surged through his body as he searched a new area, a sensation he had never experienced before. Instinctively, he placed his hand on his chest and pressed, feeling his balance falter. It was a sensation he had felt previously, when he had become one with the Mako and flowed through The Planet.

This time, however, he craved something different—blood. Sephiroth had never been bloodthirsty, never driven to kill. His actions were always in service of Mother and her wishes, for the greater good. A frown creased his brow as he began to comprehend his newfound desires; he felt, quite literally, bloodthirsty. It was as if he had been hungry all his life, even though he had never paid much attention to basic needs like hunger and sleep. He had transcended them. Or so he thought...

Determined to regain control over his newfound desires, Sephiroth steadied himself and disappeared into the shadows. He knew he had to fix himself in order to continue his mission.

Meanwhile, on that ill-fated day, Y/n happened to be traveling across The Planet. Exhausted from her rigorous university studies, she yearned for a break and a chance to escape. She disembarked from a long train ride and was greeted by a breathtaking sunset at the station. Feeling a bit thirsty and realizing that the nearby shops had already closed, she decided to embark on a quick search for a convenience store.

As she took her first steps into this unfamiliar town, she couldn't shake the feeling of a mysterious presence and an eerie silence that seemed to follow her. Y/n turned around several times, hoping to spot someone nearby, but no one was in sight. Nevertheless, her eyes continued to scan her surroundings. Determined to make the most of her rare day of adventure, she picked up her pace with a newfound bounce in her step, refusing to let fear overtake her bravery.

Y/n searched for a shop in vain, her mouth growing increasingly dry. She considered buying one of the overpriced mineral bottles from the train store. As the sun set, the town fell into a eerie silence, but the tree branches adorned with dumbapples cast a beautiful, star-like glow, mesmerizing her.

Amidst her admiration, a hand suddenly clamped onto her shoulder, causing her to gasp loudly. She spun around, only to be confronted by the most handsome man she had ever seen. He wore a small smirk on his face, his bright green eyes betraying a hint of uncertainty, and a wisp of white hair hung messily over his face.

Despite his enchanting appearance, fear surged through Y/n. "Who are you?" she asked hesitantly.

Sephiroth's response was cryptic. "Won't you come with me?" he inquired. Fear gripped Y/n even tighter. "Excuse me, I have to leave. My train is waiting," she stammered.

Sephiroth's smile widened, and he effortlessly lifted Y/n by her hips, placing her onto his shoulder. He revealed a wing, and as feathers cascaded from it, they merged with the shining dumbapples. Y/n couldn't contain her fear and let out a scream as she struggled against his strong grip.

With incredible force and power, Sephiroth took flight, and Y/n was forced to set aside her worries to absorb this breathtaking experience. She was in awe as they soared through the sky. Sephiroth landed in an empty construction site and gently lowered Y/n to the ground. Tearfully, she implored, "Please, let me go."

Sephiroth chuckled softly. "Stand up for me," he instructed, and Y/n obeyed instantly. As he drew closer, he placed one gloved hand on her waist and the other cupped her cheek. There was strength in his touch, yet a delicate tenderness that left her bewildered.

Y/n was breathing heavy, Sephiroth stood so close. "I am thirsty, wont you satiate it?" y/n gathered some courage "So am I, but I would never hurt anyone for it." Sephiroth smirked "You can pleasure me for it." y/n heart thumped, she was scared but now she felt a warm feeling rise between her legs, oh but he was so handsome how could she blame herself. y/n wanted nothing more than to be touched by Sephiroth.

Sephiroth took another step closer, while still maintaining his grip. He pulled her face to a side exposing the flesh of her neck, as he leaned in placing his wet mouth right above her neck as he gently sucked. Y/n instinctively brought her hands to his back and gripped his leather suit as she let out a sigh. She felt slight pain as if a pin had pierced her but soon it was gone as Sephiroth sucked a bit strongly. Her chest was was pushing into his as she pulled him in as if wanting to merge with his body. His grip tightened as she could hear him swallow from her neck. Soon he let go.

Y/n felt a bit oozy but he had left her alive, Sephiroth wiped the blood from his lips "Now its your turn to drink." Y/n really needed to wet her mouth, she needed to drink something to stay alive. Without warning or further signals she dropped to her knees and stared up to Sephiroth with a desperation in her eyes as she tugged at his pants.

He was smiling widely now, he was feeling powerful again, his energy was back. He unbuckled his pants and let his hard penis out. It was very thick and long. The veins visible. Y/n wanted to suck him but her cotton mouth made it impossible. She licked the tip and tried moving her lips up and down his shaft. He caressed her hair "next time I see you, ill kill you. along with the rest." His voice was so deep, you did not care if it was a threat.

Her mouth salivated creating enough spit to lubricate his dick, she sucked on his tip swirling her tongue going up and down tasting every inch of it. Sephiroth's grip tightened on Y/n's hair as he gritted his teeth while smiling. He humped forward into her mouth causing y/n to choke. He got faster and eventually with one final hump his dick touched the back of her throat and released his thick white cum. She swallowed blissfully. Y/n was no longer thirsty or hungry.

Sephiroth wasted no time in buckling up his pants. Y/n got up and looked at him with a slight smile, he touched her lips, turned around and walked to the edge of the construction floor and took flight against the night sky. This was truly an adventure y/n could never forget.

your water,

admin sav

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[brightblessed]

// if roi got teleported to the xvi world he would kill so many people. not even funny. extreme vigilante roi returning

#i keep thinking to myself yeah roi would kill this person #he is always in my head i swear #⌈ ♞ ⌉ ooc. || ˟ –––– it’s topaz #/// ffxvi #/// ff16 #to be fair i am totally willing to just teleport roi there if anyone rping xvi wants to interact lmao #i will have a proper verse but I can't imagine how he can work aside from like #transplanting his non-wol verses where he is basically a slave