Final Fantasy VII, Tifa/Buster Sword, better than a vibrator
The door was locked, the windows closed, the curtains drawn. Anyone she knew who'd have any reason to walk in on her was busy and would remain so for the rest of the day.
She had all the time and all the privacy in the world - or at least a few hours, and a closed room, but that would be quite enough.
She kicked off her boots, and her panties. She raised her skirt, for comfort. She grabbed the buster sword from the wall it was propped against, carrying the heavy piece of metal with only minor difficulties towards the spot she had chosen at random, and sat with her back against the wall. With some alcohol and a handful of cotton she cleaned the handle and pommel, every little nook and scratch of them.
She laid the blade onto one of her fallen boots as a leverage of sorts, and held it by its square, bolted base. And then she closed her eyes with a shudder when the cold pommel of its handle touched her where she felt the most heat.
She slowly applied pressure inwards, feeling the cold hard metal slide into her tight opening, gliding through fluids - until the knob went past her entrance, when she allowed some of its weight to reassert itself just so that the pommel would hit her right there as she pulled it further in.
It was cold, long, thick, hard and unforgivingly metallic, and right now she wouldn't have it any other way.
She pulled it back out, back in, slowly and carefully, she let the slowly warming pommel trace her entrance, rub against her clit, she held her breath, she sighed out.
She wasn't fucking herself with a sword because she wished it was Cloud instead, or anything silly like that. The experiences were too wildly different for her to even make believe one was the other.
She did wish he'd just toss her against the nearest wall and do it sometimes, but that had nothing to do with now.
All that it was, was that she one day had looked at that pommel and her mind had gone straight to the gutter and then it had stayed there. And just now she'd been alone and horny and the thing had been right over there and it seemed she could finally fulfill that insistent fantasy...
Though as her wrists strained and her arms cramped, she did wish Cloud'd been there to thrust it into her. With his uniform, and that cocky boyish grin and the glowing blue eyes with that predatory glint and--
She made sure to disinfect the sword again afterwards, with more alcohol than needed just in case she'd left a smell.