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#But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)

giftofthegodess · 4 years

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My Apple-Blossom to cherish, Goddess Divine to worship, Whisperer of The Waters to revere, and Whimsy Resplendent to admire anew each day.

@cultivatxr & @giftofthegodess

Gorgeous art from the incredible @gaaebolg Gifted as a commission from @guideinferno

#// I'm sobbing it's so beautiful #//thank you to both gaaebolg and Mari for this wonderful gift #//For some reason Tumblr isn't letting me tag you Mari kjhsgfjkhdfg #The waters surface (Aesthetic)#But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#cultivatxr #Apple Blossom Art

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giftofthegodess · 3 years

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For @cultivatxr

"Oh, what's this? You can't sleep? Okay, come over here."

The pitter-patter of bare feet scurry softly across the floor, a small rosewood mop fleeing the darkness of the night.

"Up you hop- there we go." With the little one sitting on his knees and legs dangling either side of his lap, Genesis wrapped his arms around his child’s back to secure them in a hug.

"Shhh,” he soothed, “It’s alright, we just need to be quiet otherwise mummy will wake up and we’ll be in trouble."

"Now, do we want snuggles, snacks, or blossom and dada world?"

Small hands tugged at the long copper locks hanging down over his shoulders, requesting the latter.

"Okay."

Leaning forwards and shaking his head so all of his hair fell forward, he shrouds the child’s face so they’re both cocooned by hair in a realm of their own. Further to this, he allows his wing to unfurl from his back and wrap around them both in a shelter of raven feathers.

"There, we're in our own little world now. You have nothing to be afraid of. No monsters can reach you here, my dear.”

Foreheads pressed together, he was enraptured by the wonder and awe of childhood. What visions lurked in the shadows of her gaze, what magic danced on the breeze as she danced in the garden? Young and innocent, a true gift. A blessing.

“You need not a wing as I do because you’re special in your own way. You have a gift, like mummy. I know things might seem scary sometimes now, but one day you’ll learn just how amazing you are.”

So small, this tiny miraculous person. Every bit her mother’s as his.

“But until that day, Ginger Bulb, know you mean the world to me, and I’ll always be there to protect you, okay?”

She gave a small nod. He kissed her forehead.

“Would you like me to tuck you back in to bed?”

Another tug. Not quite yet.

“Okay, cuddles for a bit longer first.”

#Her gift everlasting (Drabbles)#//Older Gen with long hair #//And one of the Baby Blossoms #// He nicknames them Ginger Bulb & Little Fawn #// 🥺#'I'll get to it at some point this year I promise' ~Rave November 2020 #//LOOK IT'S BEEN LESS THAN A YEAR FOR THIS #// So I'mma count it #Baby Blossoms (Aerith || cultivatxr)#But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#All that awaits you (Queue)

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giftofthegodess · 4 years

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For @cultivatxr

The Sector 5 train station was where they had arranged to meet. It was late afternoon, but beneath the plate, the slum dwellers already relied on the artificial suns to light and see out their evening business. Amidst the dirt, dust, and litter, Genesis looked misplaced in formal-wear; a stark contrast in his crisp white collared shirt, layered with a corset-vest that was paneled in dusty rose raw silk with red devoré velvet panels. Atop that he wore a garnet blazer unbuttoned casually and finished the look with a black bowtie to match his gloves, slacks and oxfords.

The off-duty First waited with one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glossy paper bag as he scanned the evening commuters-to-be for the lively-eyed brunette he’d met only some days prior with rather more anticipation than one ought have for a contract job. Pulling out his phone to check for any potential update nothing seemed to be out of order. He was merely early. Returning his phone to his pocket Genesis looked up again, and walking down the path, Aerith was impossible to miss.

#t Commission Collection #v Wings Stripped Away Verse #cultivatxr #But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#Nothing shall forestall my return (Closed Starter)

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giftofthegodess · 4 years

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For @cultivatxr (Three Months of Apple Blossom)

Tonight was a special night, one that had started with an afternoon at the theatre, followed by a rich and luxurious dinner before Aerith and Genesis had returned to his apartment. There, enjoying each other’s company evolved into simply enjoying each other.

The lights throughout the apartment were turned off, however candles dotted the space in a romantic glow in accent the dim light that spilled through the windows from the Mako city. On the bedside table sat a platter of fruits, nuts and cheese, along with wine glasses and the fermented drink already uncorked in a bucket of ice. The blankets had been pushed to the edges of the mattress along with the pillows, forming a plush crimson cradle for tender love.

The SOLDIER’s gloves always came off preceding any intimacy, tossed on the dresser before he made any motion towards Aerith. Slowly pulling down the zip of her dress, the florist held her hair forward, then after allowing it to return and cover her exposed back. As she turned around she held the dress with crossed arms, bashful while he balanced the tables by undoing his vest and shirt-buttons.

Lingering their garments remained as Aerith became entwined in his arms. They had found it easier to aid her self-consciousness if her focus was already embroiled elsewhere. Foreheads pressed together and eyes became heavy lidded before their lips met. In the distraction Genesis allowed her to push the cotton sleeves from his shoulders, and in turn she let her dress to drop to her hips. It wasn’t ravenous how they held each other, but the longing in their movements spoke of an unmistakable shared desire.

Free of his top, the poet’s hands lightly trailed the curve of his love’s back, starting from her shoulder before his thumb tugged lightly but not undoing her decorative bralette. The lingerie set was was previous gift, deep pink of ribbon and lace. Tracing further down, his fingertips drifted to the small of her back before his palm rested steady at the hem of the garter-belt peaking out from the dress.

Gen’s other hand drifted down on the outside, first from cupping her head oh so gently without restriction from behind the neck, down to her shoulder and the soft milk skin of her arm until he took Aerith’s hand. His lips also followed in descent, reverent of her allowing him to make such a pilgrimage across sacred grounds. His moves were easy and benign down her neck and down her chest. At present their love was quiet, the only sound coming from her lips being small pants of building desire, and his, the light pop with each kiss.

As Genesis began to kneel, his hand in behind came around to her hip, prompting the dress to fall the rest of the way to her ankles. He guided Aerith down to sit on the bed by with her hand in his. Kissing her knee held within sheer stockings, his eyes flicking up a moment to check she was comfortable before he peppered his affections nearer her center. Up along her inner thigh the man moved from fabric to skin once more. He’d never mention it as he suspected she might find such remarks off putting, but Genesis rather enjoyed taking in the scent of her sex as he neared her intimacy.

An esurient groan left her as his mouth met dampened material. It was sweeter to his ears than the music they had enjoyed earlier that day, and he relished the taste deeper than their dinner. His hands had come to help hold Aerith’s legs at least a little open for him to work, as he’d learned before how she might squeeze from unexpected waves of stimulation. Genesis massaged and encouraged her relaxation, and after her initial tensing, once she began to become pliant to his ministrations once more, she leaned back supporting herself by both arms on the bed.

After a brief while, he pulled the fabric of her underwear to the side before resuming his massages once more. He didn’t seek direct entry, only to venture the shallow surrounds of her folds. Nose pressed into her crotch he moaned his own contentment to encourage her as the tip of his tongue lightly slid along her slit. Only as her breathing began to settle did he change tack, caressing down one side of her clit, before circling the around the sensitive spot and up the other side. Seeking where her body relished his attention, at each intersection where he found such desires just as quickly would he skirt away not to overwhelm his love too quickly. Where would be the fun in that?

He much preferred hearing her come undone gradually rather than make it quick, how she twitched and shifted, unsure if she would be granted the relief she craved by seeking more or try find reprieve. Sweet agonizing indecision on the edge of ecstasy, in restless pleasure. But then, he also wouldn’t be cruel to her and keep her in wait forever. As Aerith’s desires invariably prompted the rocking of hips, Genesis flattened his tongue and allowed her to service herself against it. He continued to massage her legs in order to ease the inevitable tensing that came shortly after as she climaxed. Collapsing back and arching into the bed, her writhing stiffened as she rode out the euphoria.

With a final lapping he removed himself from between her legs and allowed her to squeeze them shut. His own breathing was heavier as he rose to his feet and watched her bliss for a moment before licking his lips and joining her on the bed proffering a light kiss to her shoulder. Admittedly he had also begun to palm himself through his trousers, having suppressed his own needs long enough.

“Do you want to continue?” Genesis asked first in offering. He would always wait until she could answer, but thankfully that wouldn’t take long.

Despite the folding in upon herself, the burnette gave a small nod paired with her answer, managing to squeak out in shuddered relief; “Yes.”

She remained the recipient of more pecks, remarkably chaste in the interim of relief. The copper made no hasty move to rush her recovery, and only when she began to unfurl her limbs again, did he briefly leave her side to undo his belt and fly before pushing off his trousers and kicking off his footwear. Semi already quite firm in his underwear, he wasted little time in their removal as well.

Courtesy demanded Genesis make sure he was clean first of any leaked anticipation beforehand with a wipe from the drawer of the bedside cabinet beside him, along with fetching and donning a rubber. Though she was already plenty moist, he preferred to play it safe, and so he also took a small amount of lubricant to coat his fingers on one hand and thereafter, his member, bringing himself to the ready.

Gathering what their next step would be, Aerith unclipped her stockings from the garter-belt so she could discarded her panties, tossing them anywhere but the bed for later. She flumped back down onto the mattress playfully as Genesis returned to her side, this time sitting on his knees. He moved to straddle one of her legs and lifted the other, the one on his left, so it hooked over his hip. Reaching down to check she was ready, once he was satisfied he finally guided his tip to her entry.

It was a slow and even thrust as he pressed inside, and after waiting, oh the warmth of her walls around him felt so good. He sighed in relief before the his attention returned to his lover. While he wasn’t large enough to likely to cause discomfort, he still checked with her wordlessly. “Mmmmmm- Mmm?” It was a moan of course, but his intonation at least indicated a question which would be understood.

Between light punctuated breaths came her answer. “Mmhm-” And so Genesis increased his pace a little before settling into a rhythm. As he began to pick up tempo, he twisted to the left a little to also change the angle favoring one side of her passage. Aerith’s toes wiggled. Letting go of her leg at his side, it was allowed it to bob as she pleased with his thrusts. Oh those sweet sounds again. How she spurred him on.

“Aerith-” He breathed. Leaning back onto his now free hand for a bit, with each thrust he rolled body in full view for her in a manor he hoped she’d find pleasing. That said, whenever was he not a pleasing view? Quickening further for a flurry before he drew back from the edge once more, he bit his lip as he did so. Upright again did the First returned to his direct angle, taking it slow and even with some pants. Aerith seemed to be trying to regain her composure as well.

Her leg continued to bounce has he buried himself inside her, their pleasure building increasingly amidst the friction of intercourse. Genesis leaned over her, or rather, he shifted on his knees until he was no longer straddling her upon them but partially laying on her and held by his arms on either side. His lips hover over hers but they’re too eager in motion to lock, although they still yet shared breath as one.

Grinding himself against her, each time Genesis sinks in with a groan, and with every draw out does he rub flush against her sweet bundle of sensitive nerves that he’d ravished earlier. Heat pools within him as Aerith pries her legs free from beneath his body on either side and wraps them around his. How close he is- they are -he can hear her breath hitching as her movements began to stiffen again, desperately clinging on. It’s the flower girl’s seizing in her second release that tips him over the edge, and he presses in once more...

Gaia~

Oh sweet goddess...

Divinity was upon them as the lay together, entangled in each others limbs and mildly glistening dew while gasping in relief. In their afterglow his lips finally found hers once more and they remain a few moments. Genesis clears a few stray strands of hair from Aerith’s face, lingering in the beautiful sight. His most precious beloved, the one who understood his heart and soul. Perhaps the goddess of legend she may not be, but she was worthy of such praise and he would treasure her as such.

Pulling out, he shifts off of her, so as not to squish the woman any longer. Quickly he deals with his own personal cleanup so he can return to Aerith without mess nor condom. Sitting at the upper end of the bed along with a towel for them both if desired, he offers her a space in his arms, the platter of snacks and drinks within reach. It was the perfect end to a wonderful evening. And snuggling into his embrace? It seemed she agreed.

#Her gift everlasting (Drabbles)#v Wings Stripped Away Verse #cultivatxr #But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#She guides us to bliss (ns/fw)

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giftofthegodess · 4 years

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@cultivatxr: “I know I promised I wouldn’t get all mushy and emotional every time you had to leave, but I heard Wutai can get pretty cold at this time of year, so I…made you a scarf. ” Scarlet wool finds a home in his hands, the insistent press of her own digits well meaning, even if underwritten by a nervous air of concern. “Plus you know, if Seph starts giving you grief again, you can always use it to gag him. It’s a multi-purpose gift.”

The unexpected gift was soft in his hands, pressed firm with intent and care. If she couldn’t hold him when he was abroad, at least something of her make could go with him. It was a gracious gift, and she wasn’t wrong about the cold. Compared to the seemingly every other member of SOLDIER, it was almost laughable that Genesis tended to be the one who always caught a cold. First Class and General. But perhaps now with this the odds of maintained health improved.

“Oh, I’ll singe his hair off before I give up this.” The copper immediately wraps the scarf around his neck cozy and pets it with fondness before looking back at its maker. “Thank you.” His hands find Aerith’s once more, and he pulls them together for a kiss and caress of her cheek before his hands drop into an embrace that lingers. It’s the beeping of the alarm on his phone that insists on their parting, and as they do its most reluctant. “I love you.”

Be would most certainly bring her back some seedlings from the Spring.

#Your desire (Answered)#v Wings Stripped Away Verse #cultivatxr #But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#The wandering soul knows no rest (Replies)#// Pst its 1000 <3 <3 <3 #// This was such a nice soft <3 #All that awaits you (Queue)

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giftofthegodess · 4 years

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@cultivatxr: He may well have been away on deployment, but still a box had found it’s way to his door. It’s contents were simple, just a handful of mooncakes to celebrate this year’s mid-autumn festival. As per usual to avoid rambling, there was no note, but the tiny pressed apple blossom sat amidst the sweet filled treats was surely enough of a calling card.

Fortunately the gift hadn’t sat there too long. While Genesis was on deployment, as units cycled to bring fresh reinforcements and return troops to rest who had been in the field for extended durations, occasionally they would also bring deliveries from home.

And so had the box become well travelled.

Set in front of the door to his office and quarters in their present occupation overnight, the general had found the box in the morning. There was no mistaking it’s sender, a soft smile curling his lip. He took the pressed flower and slipped into the lining pocket of his coat over his heart in sentimentality. Genesis eagerly awaited the end of this prolonged war, when living apart like this would be no more.

Tea and mooncakes would be a pleasant treat indeed as he poured over the updates from the night prior as demanded by his job.

#v Wings Stripped Away Verse #cultivatxr #But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#Your desire (Answered)#// ;; <3 #All that awaits you (Queue)

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giftofthegodess · 4 years

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Anonymous: From behind a teacup, dark eyes surveyed the copper haired first within her living room, the faint curl of disapproval sitting atop her lip as she drank deeply. Elmyra’s judgement was inevitable; it wasn’t everyday that you stumbled into a completely uninvited house guest wearing your daughter’s bath robe at 6am, yet here they were. Forced into strained civility despite the very real desire to shoo him away with a broom. “It’s a little early for a house call, don’t you think?”

Mentioned: @cultivatxr Referenced: Here

Soured. That was what their dynamic had become. Genesis didn’t dwell on it around Aerith, but it was still irksome that her mother’s opinion of him had shift so dramatically upon the revelation of his identity.

Freckle she had been pleased with. An entrepreneur and lover of the arts enthralled with her daughter and helping elevate her in her gifts. But Genesis Rhapsodos on the other hand was a scandalous womanizing flirt with and ego to match the size of intimate speculation gossiped about in magazines, and an elites plate-dweller to boot.

His silent hop down the stairs had stalled by pausing at their base in the living room. However being caught didn’t mean he felt any sort of shame or embarrassment, even dressed in but a light purple fluffy robe that while modest for its owner proved to be quite the opposite on his frame. However, the real issue was hers, not his.

“Perhaps, had I arrive just now.” He kept his eyes trained on her, rather than the door behind her that lead to the hall where he hoped to find passage to a bathroom... “But if you didn’t realise such was the case, I trust you slept well? I apologize otherwise.”

Oh that was certainly a look.

He might suggest to Aerith that despite their discretion perhaps the next time they’re out late, they ought to crash at his place...

#Your desire (Answered)#v Wings Stripped Away Verse #cultivatxr #But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#All that awaits you (Queue)

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giftofthegodess · 4 years

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@cultivatxr asked: For height comparison, Aerith is 5’3”. Pocket sized for ease of portability!

Meme || Height Comparison

Totally agreed. ❤

#cultivatxr #But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#Your desire (Answered)#//Don't think about their heights with the arm holding going on RN 😏#//skjhdgkjhsadf Any further height meme will be queued. <3 I enjoy these but I think I'm spamming Dash a bit lmao

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giftofthegodess · 4 years

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@cultivatxr: “Congratulations Freckle, apparently you’re Midgar’s sexiest man alive.” Thumbing through the magazine in hand, amused gaze peered over the top of glossy pages to settle on the illustrious winner himself. “I especially like the pint sized banorable cutie on page 6. It really showcases your rise to Freckled god from cutie-patootie beginnings” Although having said that, the centrefold wasn’t bad either. Genesis and a strategically placed theatre curtain? How (unsurprisingly) risqué!

Cutie-patootie.

He chuckled. She never ran out of endearing nicknames or descriptors, so he had learned ever increasingly since they had first meet. It was sweet. But in this context it had caught him slightly off-guard. Across the numerous interviews and photoshoots he did, both for ShinRa’s publicity and propaganda, as well as his own personal branding, he had forgotten about that particular article coming out.

“They included that?” He mused. Sometimes he didn’t know how to feel about his parents involvement in his fan club, a convenient leak for photos, but it was what it was. At least they were supportive. “But I am ever so curious, Aerith, and be honest now, which is your favourite?”

Maybe that was a dangerous question.

#Your desire (Answered)#v Wings Stripped Away Verse #cultivatxr #But the rose upon her brier (Aerith || cultivatxr)#The wandering soul knows no rest (Replies)#// lmaoooooo #// Aer: The Cutie-Patootie for sure #Gen: Why did I even ask? smh lmao #// And then Elmyra finds the mag #All that awaits you (Queue)#// 900 :p

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giftofthegodess · 4 years

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