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LMAO 🤣 earlier had the thought that Rufus definitely does Tseng's eyebrows. @demialwrites What do you think of these allegations?

Tseng draws on his eyebrows

This made me laugh out loud

SO

This ended up a bit all over the place but the general idea remained intact

You have Tseng, kneeling in the General Affairs, Auditing office. He wears a collar and leash. The leash is thrown over his shoulder.

You hardly know what to do with yourself now that you're here. Actually, you'd be content to just stare all day. You doubt he would appreciate that. Yet, he didn't fidget. He stared back at you as if daring you to make a move.

He scoffed. "If you're in over your head-"

"I'm not!"

He smirked like he didn't believe you.

"Stay still," you order.

You shed your clothes quickly, as you're still in the office and this shouldn't be dragged out. Under, you're wearing a matching set of black satin panties and bra. The uncomfortable kind, that you bought and wore only for him to see.

He gives your body a one-sided smile as if to say, Not bad.

You are going to put that insolent mouth to use. You slip off the panties and throw them at his face. They hit him between the eyes, making him flinch, then drop to the floor. You step forward and hook a leg over his shoulder. You press him to you with a tight squeeze.

"Get to work."

For a moment you think he might argue again but then he dives right in. He starts sucking like you've trained him before. You whimper and grab his shoulder for support. He tries to hold your hips to help balance, while sneaking a quick squeeze of your ass. You swat his hands away.

"Nope, no touching."

You make sure he watches you unhook your bra to touch your breasts exactly how you like. You can touch but he can't. He glares at you but he doesn't stop. Settles for staring at how good your breasts look in the lace bra.

You cup the back of his head with your hand as you come, nearly toppling over. You regain your footing and find a more placid Tseng. He got a taste of you and he's probably hoping for his turn. Wasn't he a good pet?

You kneel down and unzip his trousers, to pull out a very hard erection. A grower, but he's at full attention now. You squeeze his cock, testing. He swallows a groan. He looks down at you with lust-drunk eyes and a slight grimace. Fuck it, you think. He can't look that good and not expect you to suck his soul out of his dick. You take him all the way in, squeezing the base.

"Too much! Slow down!"

His pleading tone has the opposite of the intended effect. In no time at all, you pull his orgasm from him. Normally, you'd ask where he wants to come but then there would be an impractical mess to clean. You make sure to swallow everything before giving him one last kiss to top off his pleasure.

"That was too fast,* he growls, then bites his lip, wishing he hadn't complained like a bad pet.

"That was your punishment," you reminded him. "You're lucky you got your dick sucked at all, right?"

He nodded, cowed.

You place your palm against his cheek. "Remember, don't bow to me. If it was my choice, you wouldn't have to bow to anyone."

He leans into your cheek and nods again.

"Okay, we're done! Stand up."

Upon standing and redressing, Tseng watches you patiently while you unhook the leash. You undo the collar and he pockets it inside his blazer. He straightens said blazer. He has a more serene air about him now. But seeing him back in work-mode reminded you why you were actually here.

"Oh!" You exclaimed. "I have some paperwork to do for you."

"Make sure it's accurate," he says evenly.

You're already halfway out the door, calling, "Yeah, Boss!"

awe yea that's cute asf

Tseng x Pregnant Reader

I decided to do post-Advent Children since it seemed more hopeful

Upon hearing that you're going to have a baby, he is quite shocked. He wants to ask "with me?! You sure?!" All the bad things he's done still weigh on him

He vows to make sure his child doesn't have to make the same choices in their life. After the birth, he will struggle with this and you will have to rein him in if he gets too intense about it

At the beginning, he comes home often muttering, "They're teasing me again..." Of course, referring to the other Turks and his boss

Of course you wish you could spend more time together but Turks are always busy

Since geostigma is not contagious, you help at Healen Lodge until you're too far along

Expect Tseng to say "let me" or "you don't have to do that" quite often past this point. In fact, he turns into quite the nag and you bicker a few times

His new favourite way to unwind during his free time is to cuddle up next to you and rub your belly. He often falls asleep and you nap together

Those rare little smiles are all yours for now but so are his worried frowns for the future

A party is thrown for the two of you. Rufus gives a speech about the baby being the start of a new future

You appreciate the sentiment, as it's very much needed right now, but inwardly it just feels like pressure

The both of you feel like you're surviving, not necessarily thriving. Thankfully, Tseng is very good at surviving

You have a little anxiety at the prospect of Rufus getting subtly annoyed that he's technically losing his right hand man but he surprisingly takes it with grace

If he didn't, would Tseng be able to say no? But you're not put in that position

This eventually leads to the expansion of the Turks into a less violent and haphazard group under a new name

Shinra is supposed to be a force for good now and as a welcome side-effect, Tseng can go into semi-retirement, with time for MORE BABIES

If you want

I'd kill for a bloody Rufus

A Freak

I often think ahead to what's gonna happen in game three. Maybe Tseng could be healed when the time comes to go to the Northern Crater? I certainly wish!

Blood play with Rufus and Turk Reader

Sitting on the ground of the maze at the Northern Crater, Rufus is annoyed at the cut across the chest of his coat and shirt. It's not about the exorbitant cost of replacing it but how long it'll take to make. Looking closer at it, the cut to the skin underneath isn't that deep. There isn't enough blood oozing through for gravity to pull downward.

"I'm sure you've seen worse," he says.

"Still. Let me take a look," you say.

Because first aid is the least of your training and you're not interested in the 'friendly reminder' from Tseng if you don't. You kneel between his legs, one of them bent at the knee. Being fussed over doesn't faze Rufus. It seems to put him further at ease. It makes you almost forget he nearly had his chest ripped open five minutes ago before you finished off the last fiend. You tug on the edge of the ripped fabric to get a better look. Meanwhile, he notes that his phone's screen is thoroughly cracked and puts it another pocket--one that's not ripped.

"You see?" he insists, raising his eyebrows. "It's nothing."

"You're right."

Thinking that's settled, Rufus reaches for his shotgun to examine it. His movement is interrupted by a stinging pain and he grunts. Perplexed, he frowns at your bloodied thumb.

As you examine the tacky blood stamped on your thumb like it's something thoroughly mundane, your phone rings, chirping a midi version of the Shinra theme. You use your clean hand to answer the call.

"Yes, Sir?"

Rufus's attention shifts to figuring out what Tseng is saying, ears straining to pick up the mellow, yet stiff, tones on the other end of the line as you get him up to speed. Several fainter voices in the background are no doubt Rude, Reno, and Elena. You had gotten separated from the main group.

"The president's fine. Just a scratch. No need to fuss so much, Sir."

You bring your thumb to the hollow of Rufus's cheek, painting a wide stripe that promptly dries down to a browner hue. It's just for a moment that he's struck dumb, eyes unfocused. The well-oiled cogs spin furiously, then come to a neat halt.

"Two can play this game," he says with an air of confidence.

He grabs your wrist and lowers his head just enough to cover your thumb with his mouth. Tseng's voice fades into the distance because of the slivered pair of blue eyes are daring you to make your next move.

"Fine. I'll send you the coordinates soon," you say to the stern voice calling your name through the phone before hanging up.

Maybe you will get that telling-off, after all. You deem that unimportant but because the present is much more fun. You grip the president's pants and pull. He falls all the way onto his back and you step forward, kneeling over his midsection.

You wait, counting three heartbeats to see if he'll stop you. He continues to patiently watch.

"Sit still. This will hurt." You remember to add, "Sir."

Using his blood like red paint, you dip your fingertips in his cut and brush them in curves around it. Rufus squints his eyes and presses his lips together, tolerating the pain well. When you're finished, you do what you can to wipe your fingers off on your suit He takes that as a cue to examine at your 'work of art.'

It's an upside-down heart that looks correct when he looks down at it.

The president tuts, nonetheless appearing flattered, giving you with a lopsided smile. "You. Are. A. Freak. Aren't you?"

You can't deny that. You plant your hands on your thighs to stand up.

"No, you don't," Rufus says, pulling you down into a firm kiss.

The silly image that partially inspired this under the cut 😂

Sparring

Reader with some kind of position that sees action. Turk? Soldier? Catches a bored Rufus' eye.

Now that's a man I'd like to toy with, you thought when you saw your boss smile. You covered your mouth in embarrassment, as if the words had written themselves across your face. Don't hold your breath, you told yourself, and returned to focusing on your job.

Roughly a week a half later, President Rufus cast you an appraising side glance. "I'm bored. I heard you're good. Let's see. Meet me in the training simulator in an hour."

Luck dropped an opportunity on you. Slightly overwhelmed but determined to make this a worthwhile match, your muscles tensed in your chosen stance. There was no need to be so serious (the bullets wouldn't be real) but you couldn't shake that it would be wise to impress him. If you prooved a worthy opponent, maybe you would get this opportunity again. As you stared at each other, you felt an invisible Tseng prickle your back, judging this endeavour.

"Stop playing around and letting the president slack off," he might say.

Okay, but are you allowed to say no to said president?

Rufus caught you off guard initially with his unusual and calculating style. After thirty seconds of being evasive, you started to see a pattern in his movements. This time, it wasn't enough. He had you on the ground after a minute with a muzzle pointed down at you.

"Not bad," he pronounced, pulling the gun back, "for a first try."

Before you could jump up and demand a second round, he turned and confidently strode out of the simulator.

Just as his words implied, he let you have many more "tries" after that embarrassing defeat. He had a few more tricks up his sleeve but that was surpsingly it. It was how practiced he was and the way he made blasting around look so easy that was the intimidating part. After the initial caution of fighting the actual president wore off, you settled into analyzing and reacting accordingly. Slowly, you became more aggressive than defensive. It was, however, difficult not to rush at him head-on and forcibly remove that smirk of his with your own hands. Just seeing him on the ground once, just once. You would stand over him, stealing that removed smirk and wearing it yourself.

This 'playing' with the president went on for a while. Tseng even took notice and warned you not to hurt your mutual boss too badly. Actually, he wasn't the only one who noticed. The especially exciting recordings of your sparring sessions had begun to circulate Shinra Tower. The rank and file and executives were gossiping alike. Thankfully, you weren't aware. The pressure of an audience would have thrown you off your trajectory to knocking the arrogant man on his ass.

Before too long, you had an idea. Your own trick. You let the next session play out as usual. Then, when he grabbed your shoulder to counter your attack, you turned it around. You ignored the presumptuous and pleased shiver and threw him, hard. He landed with a grunt but was already about to retaliate. Thankfully, you had been practicing with Rude on the side. You pinned the arm holding the shotgun. Just to make doubly sure, you flipped him onto his stomach and pinned both arms behind his back. Firmly, but gently--Tseng could thank you later--you kneeled with your full weight.

A few long seconds passed. "I yield," he said flatly.

You let him go. He got up and dusted himself off.

"Now, that's what I'm looking for." His usual smirk returned. Your confusion prompted him to explain (but not really explain), "You're getting a promotion."

What, you mouthed to yourself.

He left. The next day you got an offer for the position of the president's personal bodyguard.

The great thing about Seph + Angeal being a thing in Episode 2 is that it recontextualizes Sephzack's relationship. Because now it's more than just Sephiroth and Zack bonding over caring about Angeal--it's Sephiroth actually seeing young Angeal in Zack. Which is so bittersweet. And yeah, sure there's also the fact that they both love Angeal, but now it's also adding more to Sephiroth as a character. There's a new shade to it. A new layer.

Also he has to see what is effectively Angeal's twin carrying around the Buster Sword later on and ASDFGHFDSADFDS fuck me up

Yep. I'm part of the Vincent religion now and there's no going back. I can't wait to read more Vince cause fuck

bite of the beast

vincent valentine/afab!reader nsfw, 18+ word count: 9400 warnings: canon-typical violence fighting monsters, partial galian beast transformation, explicit piv intercourse, knotting, blindfolded because vincent is a goddamn mess, mostly clothed sex, don't focus too hard on the where and when of setting honestly read also on ao3!

Not every transformation goes as smoothly as Vincent would like it to. That you're there when it goes sideways becomes a prime opportunity to get very close, very quickly.

It was getting to be routine, staying behind with the busted up Bronco while most of the others went off to take care of the important business of trying to save the world, one stop at a time. If anything you were glad for the chances to get some peace and quiet considering how much chatter could go on while on the move. At times like this it was just you keeping watch, Cid doing what he could for his poor airship, and the mysterious Vincent, keeping to himself but never straying too far away.

Ah, Vincent Valentine. He was fascinating to watch, you couldn’t help it. The aloof demeanor had mostly held up during his time with the group, but nonetheless you’d spotted the cracks and what hid underneath, which turned out to be a much kinder, softer man than his first meeting would’ve led anyone to believe. He had a protective streak, a subtle sweetness when he hid his smiles behind the high collar of his cloak, and… well, you hoped he was glancing at you with some measure of interest every now and then.

Finding reasons to get him talking wasn’t easy, but you had managed to garner a few conversations from him, and he always seemed surprised that someone wanted more than a few brief observations from him. But he at least appeared to be warming up, if slowly. Hopefully he wasn’t just trying to avoid any social friction. He was also a hard man to read…

Today’s scenic view was the humid, tangled jungles of Gongaga. The others had gone off down the lone dirt path that led away towards the village, while you had settled yourself in to get some reading done, Cid had gotten back to work on the Bronco, and Vincent… well, he was around here somewhere. Probably hiding in the shade to avoid the worst of the heat.

“Hey, I'm gonna catch a bit of shuteye real quick! You mind keepin’ watch?”

Looking up from your book, you gave a nod and a thumbs up to Cid, who grinned and returned the gesture before retreating to the Bronco’s interior. Well, that left you to be on the lookout for any monsters that might show up - in a remote place like this, the possibility was unfortunately high. Better to put the book away and get some little lookouts summoned up, then.

Picking up the length of rope coiled by your side, you gave the spiked metal hammer head attached to the end a few twirls around before deftly striking a few spots on the ground before you. Each little crater you made sprouted forth a miniature drake in dusty yellow, shaking dirt off their hides before flapping their wings and beginning to circle the Bronco in a broad radius. They didn't need to be strong, just alert in case of monsters, or unexpected visitors.

One of them squeaked out a noise you'd learned to associate with Vincent, somewhere on the other side of the Bronco. The indistinct, velvet murmur of his voice barely reached your ears, but you knew he was distracting one of your sentries from their job. It drew a little grin to your face.

He had shown a surprising fondness for the fiends you could summon to fight on your behalf, and it made you smile every time you caught him interacting with them.

One of the drakes let out a curious trill and your gaze shifted in that direction. The little beast was beginning to make its way into the foliage of the jungle, drawing an annoyed grumble from you - that wasn’t in the instructions at all, but maybe it had found something useful? They did like the scent of mako. A quick glance at the Bronco (Vincent would keep an eye on it while you followed after for a bit, right?), and you coiled your meteor hammer around your arm before hustling after the vanishing drake.

Tangled was an understatement regarding the underbrush of the jungle. You quickly found yourself stumbling over roots, shoving past vines, and cursing the little sentry that had simply gone flitting through the branches ahead without a care in the world. You’d think it would have some willingness to wait for its summoner before flying off! A damn shame you didn’t have a blade to help with hacking your way through the foliage, but it was a bit late to turn back for one and you didn’t want to lose track of your summon anyway.

As you struggled through, a brief flicker of red caught your eye up above and ahead, so brief you weren’t even sure you had seen it. Maybe that was what had drawn your sentry away? With more cursing for each vine and branch that slowed you down, you did your best to catch up with it. At least it looked like there was a break in the jungle ahead…

Which, upon bursting out into that opening, you realized your abrupt entrance was a pretty terrible idea.

While across the clearing there was indeed a mako spring welling up out of the earth with a gentle burbling, between you and it was a trio of Gagighandi just beginning to lift their heads from sleeping. And they were huge too - one of them snapped its jaws at your summon as it darted by, catching the poor thing with only its tail and some of its wings sticking out from the fanged maw that closed with a crunch. You winced at the sight of its lifestream wisping away and began slowly backing up. Maybe if you just moved slowly enough…

Your heel snagged on a root and sent you sprawling onto your back with a whoosh of air from your lungs, followed by a bout of coughing as you struggled to catch your breath. By the time you got it back and scrambled onto your feet, all three of the beasts were staring, long tails swishing behind them.

“Uh - nice lizards…?”

A loud growl was the response you received. Well… shit.

Before you could get your meteor hammer twirling, a trio of shots rang out that forced the beasts to leap back from their resting places, dirt spraying from the impact of bullets. You glanced up with wide-eyed surprise as a familiar cloaked figure emerged from the canopy above you and twirled neatly midair before taking another series of shots to force the fiends further back. His landing was impeccable too, seeming to hover just a moment before his sabatons touched down in front of you, facing forward towards the threat. Vincent glanced over his shoulder to you and gave a slight nod.

“You shouldn’t be so careless about wandering off alone.”

You couldn’t help but huff as you readied your weapon, “It’s not my fault the little bugger decided to go exploring!” He didn’t respond aside from a slight hum, though you were certain you could see a glimmer of amusement in his eyes before he returned his gaze back to the Gagighandi that were now readying themselves to attack. Vincent had bought just enough time for you to prepare for a fight though as you stepped up beside him, and you began spinning the head of your hammer at the highest speed you could muster before slamming it to the ground.

Dirt exploded outwards, and with it the craggy, rocky shape of a golem hauled itself up out of the earth. You’d put more effort into the summon and this one was a good ten feet tall once it clambered to its feet, its ‘voice’ the scraping and gnashing of rocks as it lumbered towards its opponents. It would make a good shield to tank all the blows while you and Vincent took potshots from a safe distance.

At least, that had been the plan in your head until a fourth, even larger Gagighandi pushed through the trees, over the mako spring entirely with a single step. Oh, that just had to be mako mutated! Its gaze locked onto you as your body suddenly began to stiffen up - shit, Stone Stare was a bitch, and you knew you didn’t have a Soft or Remedy on you. Maybe it was time to try and book it before you both found yourselves petrified and eaten…

“Hm.”

Vincent’s voice drew your gaze, and you looked to find him withdrawing a golden Soft needle from a pocket with two gauntlet claw-tipped fingers. Without hesitating he flicked the item at you - it pierced your shoulder before you could think to reach for it, and you heaved a sigh of relief as the magic loosened up your tightened muscles. Okay, now was definitely the time to book it-

“Do not move.” His velvet voice was dark in warning, and you couldn’t help gaping as he stumbled forward suddenly. The beasts in front suddenly seemed uneasy at his approach, even more so as the sudden snapping of bones and popping of joints filled the clearing alongside Vincent’s voice choking out a scream. Oh, okay. Damn. It took an eternity and an instant before his form exploded outwards into the nightmarish beast you’d only seen once before, when Cloud and the others had beaten it down into submission with great difficulty. This was going to be intense…

The Galian Beast roared.

The Gagighandi recoiled briefly, before the largest one gave a shrieking hiss in response and lunged.

The battle was swift and terrible in its duration, and you were glued to the ground with fascination and a small measure of fright - how could something so massive move with such speed and agility? Your golem was giving its best to the smaller fiends, but its time was suddenly up as the Beast wrapped golden claws around it, lifted it high, and smashed it down upon the monster with more force than you could imagine. It stood no chance of surviving and crumbled away to dust afterward, while the great lizard stumbled back with a dazed look before screaming and lashing out with teeth and claws once more.

In less than a minute the smaller ones had succumbed to gaping wounds from the Beast’s claws and axe-tipped tail, and the larger one was well bloodied with a front leg dangling uselessly while it struggled to grapple with its foe.

You held your breath as the two strained against each other’s bulk… and then sighed in relief as the Gagighandi was wrenched from its feet and thrown down, the Beast descending upon it to tear it apart rather messily.

It was eating the fiend… well. It must’ve worked up an appetite during that fight.

You froze as it suddenly halted in its meal and lifted its head to look at you, bright eyes eerie even in the sunlight that filled the clearing. Your breath caught in your throat, gaze darting away to the ground to avoid staring. The last thing you wanted was for Vincent to feel threatened and turn his attention to chowing down on you instead. But aside from a low rumbling noise that seemed to roll through the air and your bones alike, the sounds of flesh being rent asunder and eaten resumed for another minute until silence fell over the clearing finally.

You were nervous about looking again, but you dared to anyway and found the Beast sat back on its haunches, licking the blood from its claws and face.

Those red eyes turned your way again, and you felt pinned by them. This time the Beast shook itself and dropped its head, another low rumble intermingled with a note of pain as its massive frame shuddered and began to shrink. Oh, thank goodness, he was changing back and you wouldn’t have to play hide and seek with the Beast.

You looked away again, out of courtesy this time, and waited again until the sound of footsteps told you Vincent was back to himself. Or at least that was what you assumed, but another surprise awaited when you looked.

“Vincent?”

Almost normal, but not - the Beast’s tall horns still curved up over the dark mess of hair, his eyes seemed fever bright with energy, and he carried himself several inches taller than usual on golden clawed feet like the Beast. More obvious still was the long tail that swayed behind him, bearing that golden axe like a macabre banner. With his face still speckled with blood, his expression was troubled, alarmed even. The claws that tipped his fingers seemed to be shaking as they rose to his face even at this distance, one that was being closed fast by his uneven steps.

“You need to leave,” he huffed out in a hoarse voice, the velvet traded for harsh gravel. He sounded frightened - you felt a bit frightened yourself at the unexpected change, but steeled yourself and shook your head after a moment.

“No, it’s alright. I want to help you, if I can.”

His expression twisted with fear - not for himself but for you, clearly. You mustered up your courage and took your own steps towards him, tilting your head slightly as he took a fretful step back in response. He really was scared of hurting others, of letting the Beast get the better of him… well, you needed to prove that fear wrong, then. It was only right to help him.

You kept your pace steady, tucking away your meteor hammer as you went, and offered him a smile when you grew close. While Vincent was already a relatively tall man, the additional height now made him tower over you the closer you got, though his hunched posture hid some of that height and made him appear like a distressed cat of sorts, especially with his tail swishing about erratically.

“You shouldn’t… I don’t want to-”

“You aren’t going to, don’t worry about it. Let me just take a look, okay?”

You were close enough to reach out and touch him, but he shied away from your hand with a sound caught somewhere between a whine and growl. Talk about stubborn; you heaved a sigh and stepped closer still, too close for him to lean away when you placed your hand on his arm. “See? I’m fine, you’re not hurting me. Let me help out.”

He let out a ragged breath, still looking fearful, but as you stood there and nothing happened he seemed to slowly relax. You smiled at him again to reassure him, letting your hand rub up and down lightly to prove that he wasn’t about to go attacking you just because of a touch. A low rumbling began to build in his chest, subtly different from the warning rumble the Beast had given you before… some kind of purr, in a way?

Vincent looked nervous still, and a touch confused by his own reaction, but he wasn’t pulling away. If anything, he seemed to be unconsciously leaning in now, dark hair spilling over his shoulders - the ends had taken on a deep red hue unlike usual, and you found yourself watching his face, realizing it matched the color of his right eye. The left eye was more vibrant than ever, and his gaze seemed to draw you in, the muddled swirl of emotions in his eyes beginning to settle down as he watched you in turn. The furrow in his brow slowly eased away, his expression softening as he halfway hid behind the collar of his cloak. Was he… starting to blush?

You couldn’t help reaching up with your other hand and touching his cheek to see, the warmth of his skin quickly intensifying under your fingertips as his eyes fluttered closed. The rumbling grew louder as well, and in a sudden movement his right arm slipped about your shoulders to drag you up against him, a squeak of surprise escaping you in the process.

“Vincent...?”

His eyes flicked open quickly, an intensity to their gaze different from the fear he’d held before, pupils dilated and a frenetic energy setting them aglow. It was your turn to feel a measure of confusion as he leaned down, his exhales ruffling your hair with a few deep breaths.

“I did not notice before,” he murmured as if to himself, low voice back to rich velvet. “Your scent… it is pleasant.”

And now it was also your turn to blush, words catching in your throat as you struggled to come up with a response to that. You came up empty-handed, even more so as his nose nuzzled down against the crown of your head. His rumbling was especially loud when you were pressed up against his chest like this, and the combination of sound and touch was flustering you almost unbearably. The feelings you had begun developing were now suddenly unfurling with a vibrant, giddy warmth in your chest, but with it came an unbearable twist of nerves. Was Vincent really comfortable with this, or was it the Beast affecting his behavior? Would he shy away as soon as he realized what he was doing?

“Vincent, I-!”

You didn’t get the chance to ask, as he brought his face down to yours and blocked any further words from escaping your lips with his own.

His movements were hungry, surprisingly bold from someone otherwise so reserved - you found yourself melting into the kiss in spite of your worries, stomach flipping about with giddiness and hands having no choice but to grab onto the front of his cloak to keep themselves in check. His own hands had no such concerns apparently, clawtips pricking through cloth as he drew them down your sides and settled on your hips with a light squeeze.

That rumbling of his still going strong, his height had him stooped over until his grasp started urging you down toward the ground. You couldn’t help but oblige, especially considering the strength in his grip that made it feel like he was doing pretty much all of the work to move you.

With your back quickly meeting the ground, you were properly pinned under him now. A gasp escaped you when one of his hands left its perch to slide up underneath your shirt, claws dragging delicately along your skin and drawing a shiver from you. The uncertainties you wanted to voice had nowhere to go, swallowed by his mouth needy against yours every time you tried to speak them.

One of his thighs slid itself between yours. The warm leather pressed up firmly to your crotch drew a surprised moan from you, another noise muffled by his lips still hungry for your own. The hand that had slid upward beneath your shirt this time drew downward, the same light scrape of clawtips provoking another shudder before they caught on the cloth further down.

Vincent’s lips paused just briefly as if he'd found something to hesitate over, but the moment was fleeting and he renewed his fervent kiss while his hand tugged insistently at the clothing in his way. You found yourself doing your best to oblige his efforts by lifting your hips up with a wiggle that helped send everything sliding until it met with the thigh still pressed up against you.

That drew a brief growl from him for having gotten in his own way. A quick lift of his leg moved it out of the path of your clothes on their journey downward before he settled it right back into place, this time rubbing up against bare skin. You couldn’t help moaning again, especially when the hand still holding onto your hip drew you up along the length of his thigh. Trailing slick as you went no doubt, the friction quickly set your guts ablaze with need and had you squirming in short order.

Your hands tugged sharply at his cloak in an attempt to draw him closer even though he was limited by his own height, having to curl his back to both kiss you and keep his leg well-positioned. Another low rumble built in his chest, and he finally freed your lips to instead latch onto your neck with both lips and the lightest press of fangs. That made you gasp and go still, pulse fluttering against the warmth of his lips and tongue that laved over your skin slowly. It wasn’t a threat - it was downright possessive, claiming you for his own. The thought of it made your legs weak, and it was a good thing you weren’t standing on them right now. Still…

“V-Vincent, is - are you…?”

He paused for longer this time, giving you a chance to catch your breath in spite of the thigh still held between yours and the tightly coiled desire in your gut begging for him to keep going. Finally, with a grunt that betrayed his internal struggle, he withdrew his mouth and took a deep, ragged breath. His head lifted just enough that you could meet his gaze again, still fever bright and burning with a mix of emotions. Desire, chiefly, but tempered with his growing uncertainty, and a touch of fear. That same fear as before - he didn’t want to hurt anyone, let alone you.

“Tell me to stop if…” he uttered hoarsely, the rest going unspoken. It would be too easy for you to do just that, to likely pretend this never happened if you were both so inclined… but he’d swiftly drawn out feelings that would have otherwise taken their time to grow, and possibly hastened feelings of his own as well. And you didn’t want to see what devastation looked like on his beautiful face.

Despite your nerves you raised a hand to touch his cheek once more, watching his eyes slide shut the same as before. This time you trailed your fingers down to his lips, brushing over them slowly and watching a shiver pass through him as he sighed. As they parted slightly for the motion of that sigh you gently slipped your thumb between them, watching his eyes flicker open with surprise and confusion - he clearly had no idea what you intended. He looked nervous as well, as if afraid he might suddenly bite down for no reason. You wanted to soothe that fear, running your thumb over the neat line of lower incisors to the much sharper canine that protruded upward and testing its sharpness with a light press. The action made him shudder, closing his lips around your thumb tentatively with the tiniest touch of his tongue tip to your skin. It was so comparatively shy when just moments ago he’d been licking your neck, you couldn’t help the amused smile that set his face flushing with embarrassment. He was so pale, it was impossible to miss it.

“I’m… more worried about you, okay? I’m good with this if you are.”

His eyes darted away, as if aware of how much they gave away about his feelings. Likely a whole flood of them about being afraid, of insecurities you weren’t privy to that would nonetheless give themselves away if he looked for too long… all of it at war with the Beast’s instincts that pushed him in more simple, primal directions. Even without making eye contact you could see his internal conflict.

You curled your fingers under his chin, using a gentle grip to draw his face close to yours again.

“I already liked you, Vincent. I don’t know if you felt that way too, but… if you don’t want anything that’s okay.” Heavy words to have to say in such an intimate position, but if it would make his choice easier then that was what you needed to say.

Another shudder ran through him, eyes closed to avoid looking at you for the moment before he seemed to summon his strength. His lips worked around your thumb with a brief sucking motion, tongue stroking gently over the tip before he tugged just a little to withdraw from your grip, licking his lips while he found his response.

“If you would accept a monster…”

You leaned in to kiss him, setting your own pace this time. He briefly stiffened with shock, then slowly began to relax down against you. This was less about urgent desire, more careful exploration as you gave him a proper feel for what you wanted him to have. His movements were cautious in return, but a soft rumble was beginning to build in his chest again as his gauntleted hand found its way up to your cheek and ghosted the sharp tips along, back over your scalp pleasantly.

A sigh escaping through your nose, you settled your hand on his shoulder to hold him closer, even still curled over you as he was. It wasn’t near the level of intensity which he’d brought to bear just earlier, but this kiss was pleasant in its own right, giving you the chance to grow confident with the new closeness… though it still didn’t prepare you for his thigh slowly shifting, as if testing whether he was still allowed to be so intimately pressed to you.

He needed the encouragement, so you gave him a soft little moan and parted your lips for him, the openness causing a brief hesitation before he accepted the invitation to send his tongue exploring. The hand on your hip flexed, digging clawtips in just for a moment before easing up and starting to draw them up along your side, giving you the freedom to move as you wanted to. You took the opportunity as it was given and began canting your hips into his thigh with another moan, this one muffled by his careful, methodical mapping of your mouth.

When he was in control he was so cautious, so nervous about making a wrong move that you were starting to miss the dominant eagerness of his bestial impulses, but figuring out how to get him to loosen up without scaring him… that was the challenge. And you wouldn’t be able to find out without a little experimentation.

You hadn't yet tried to touch any of his new ‘additions’, and decided it was time to give it a go; your free hand shifted upward, first to stroke at the messy black hair spilling over his shoulders. He hummed quietly, another deep rumble swelling from his chest, and that encouraged you to continue petting for another moment or so. Then you rose further, pausing at the base of one of his horns before touching the craggy, tough surface. Vincent’s rumbling stuttered for a moment, exposing his nerves once more.

You withdrew for a few seconds, just enough time to catch some deep breaths and whisper to him, “You're okay.”

He shivered, then gave the slightest nod and tilted his head towards your hand, the surprisingly broad girth of his horn pushing into your palm. It wasn’t wholly rough in texture, a few smooth areas found by your fingertips, and with a quick breath before leaning in to kiss him again, you gave it a tug to pull him closer. Vincent growled at that - another shift in demeanor, his teeth now latching onto your lower lip with a harsh nip. You gasped, another moan fluttering out, and tugged again to provoke him further. That seemed to bring him right back to his earlier mindset, and once again his movements grew hungry, taking the previously careful pace and ramping it up to a feverish rush.

Vincent’s mouth pulled away from yours and found its way to your neck again, and this time you felt no need to disrupt him, shuddering at the fangs dragging along thin skin like he wanted to make a meal of you. At this point you wanted him to do just that, consequences be damned - you’d look good with his bite marks all over you, no doubt.

“Vincent, please..!”

Another low growl escaped him, lips and tongue working their way downward to the join of neck and shoulder where muscle would make a nice, safe place to leave his mark. But he was holding back it felt like, the sharp points pressing down but not quite hard enough to break skin, and combined with the growing tension in your gut as you continued working yourself against his thigh the wait was almost unbearable. A whine slid from your lips - and he hummed in amusement, tongue glazing over the skin caught in his mouth almost lazily. Dammit, he was actually teasing you!

“Please,” you rasped, “I want it.”

He let go in order to speak, exposing damp skin to his exhaled breath and making you shiver. “You will have to be specific.”

Specific - fuck, that’s just embarrassing! You huffed indignantly, about to start pouting when his thigh began pulling away suddenly. On reflex you clamped down on it with your legs, giving him an almost offended look. That provoked a low huff that could’ve been a laugh, and he dipped his head back to the base of your neck, nuzzling with just his nose to take in your scent again.

There was a low thudding off to the side, and craning your neck over you caught a glimpse of that new tail of his, the gleaming axehead thumping against the dirt. Wagging his tail… dammit, that was so cute you could almost forgive him for being a tease right now.

You groaned a little and gathered your words. “Please, I… want you to bite me.”

Vincent hummed again, and then in one swift motion opened his mouth to bite down firmly, fangs sinking through skin with ease and causing a warm burst of pain. You couldn’t hold back a little cry, one that suddenly pitched upwards with surprise and pleasure as his hand found its way down and pressed the heel of his palm firmly against your clit. Those claws wouldn’t be a good time in such a delicate area, yet he’d found a good enough work-around to set you writhing even while he remained firmly latched on.

The heady mix of pain and pleasure made your last few ruts against his leg rushed and jerky before you hit a swift climax, gasping his name as you clung tightly to him and rode out the waves.

His hand remained in place until you were limp on the ground, though at some point during your orgasm he’d withdrawn his fangs from your skin and had settled into licking at the blood that streamed from the wound. The bite mark ached, throbbing in time with the receding pleasure in your core. Even then the only thing you regretted at the moment was not doing anything for him in return so far, and as you worked on catching your breath and wits both you gave his horn a light tug to try and bring him back up for another kiss. He resisted for a moment with a soft growl, closing his mouth over the mark he’d left for one more taste, then allowed you to redirect him.

There was something both wicked and irresistible about tasting your own blood on his lips, and even though you’d just come your guts were already growing tight with desire again, this time for more than the thigh he was slowly withdrawing from between your legs.

You kissed him needily and he pushed back in kind, the occasional lap of his tongue trying to catch what blood he was smearing across your lips. His fangs nipped in turn and had you whining petulantly, free hand seeking its way to one of his belts and giving it a tug. Vincent shuddered in response, hesitating for a moment as if arguing with the Beast’s instincts before giving in and arching his back up to let his hips more evenly drop down against yours. One of his hands found its way to your hip to bring you up against him as well, and the distinctive bulge trapped under tight, warm leather had you squirming with want, legs quick to hook around him and give you leverage to grind up against him.

This time he was the one to moan, a deliciously soft, wanting noise that sent your desire out of control, tugging again at his belt like it was a handle to steer him with. Dammit, if only there wasn't so much fucking leather in the way-

“Wait,” he whispered hoarsely against your lips, and you pulled back to give him the room he needed. He looked so conflicted again, even with pupils blown wide open and a thin strand of spit still trailing from his lips down to yours. As much as you wanted to drive the uncertainties from his mind and kiss him breathless, you didn't want to scare him away.

“Take your time, Vincent. I can wait.”

He took that time as offered, trying to slow his breathing down and closing his eyes for the time being. You dropped your hand from horn to hair and started petting gently - a soft rumbling rolled from his throat in response even as his cheeks grew pink from the affection. His hair, though messy, was still silky to the touch and honestly a pleasure to comb your fingers through.

Finally, he gave a shaky sigh and opened his eyes to look at you once more, still fraught with uncertainty but also holding a measure of desire… a touch of affection? You could hope that you weren’t mistaking lust for its less common counterpart. You'd gotten this far with him, though.

“I am… not sure this is right. I'm still - half a beast. You couldn’t…”

“Couldn’t what? Stop you? You're the one stopping yourself right now.” You gave your hips a brief grinding movement up against him and watched his lips part for an airy moan - so damn beautiful, both to look at and listen to. Again, he had to close his eyes, this time to escape your smug little smile. He was too easy to rile up behind all that aloof calmness.

“Or if you mean I couldn't possibly want this - I do. I want it a lot.” Surprisingly your voice didn't crack, even though you felt like it ought to from such a confession.

Vincent opened his eyes again, this time with a flustered confusion so clear in them you couldn’t resist leaning up to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose, making his eyes cross just briefly and prompting you to giggle. Further confused by that, he frowned - pouted really. “I don't understand… why you would accept such a thing.”

“Because you're still you. And… it's kind of hot? Not that - you're still handsome normally! Just-” And now you were the one blushing while his expression grew more confused, as if he couldn't even conceive of being called handsome, let alone hot. Your words died on your tongue with embarrassment, suddenly struggling to look at him directly and turning your head aside only to peer from the corner of your eye. He only seemed further mystified by your response, averting his gaze with a soft murmur, “If that is your opinion.”

Opinion? Oh, no, that wouldn't stand, you needed him to know it was a fact.

“I mean it, Vincent, you really are. If everyone didn't already have a million problems to deal with, they'd probably be staring at your pretty face a whole lot more.”

At those words he sunk behind the comfort of his cloak collar, not that it hid how red he was turning. You could face him again now that your focus was on getting him to understand how pretty he actually was, lifting up again to kiss his forehead this time. “And being a beast or a monster or whatever you feel like you are, that doesn't change what I think or feel about you… I'm not turning away.”

When you sank back down you found him looking almost distressed, as if he didn't know what to do with genuine affection. He dropped even further behind the collar like he could disappear if he tried hard enough. You snorted, hands finding their way to his cheeks to gently coax him out of hiding, slowly but surely until you could see his pouting lips. His face was still incredibly warm under your touch, only growing hotter when you drew him down into a kiss - gentle and affectionate this time to reassure him that you were being honest about everything.

Slowly he melted out of the confusion and embarrassment until he was pressed down against you once more, that rumble of his beginning to pick up when your thumbs stroked over his cheeks slowly. What a complicated mess of a man you’d picked out by accident… hard to say no to such a pretty face, though.

Confident he was getting back to the right mindset, you carefully moved your hips against him and found yourself rewarded with another moan of his, caught by your mouth so it vibrated against your lips. Keeping one hand cupping his cheek and caressing it with your thumb, your other hand made the journey back down and slid between your hips and his, paying no heed to the stickiness as you began looking for ways to get all the damn leather out of the way. One belt slowly unbuckled, a war of attrition against the pieces keeping his skin from touching yours began but paused when one of his hands snagged your wrist; you blinked your eyes open and caught him staring right at you, still so intense. This time he didn’t pull away though, and just gave one of his little hums before lightly nipping at your lips. You ended up squeaking, briefly forgetting your attempt at undressing him at least a little.

That gave him the chance to grasp your other wrist and bring them both up over your head - his long, elegant fingers even with claws now tipping them were perfect for catching both wrists in one hand and pinning them to the ground. Oh, no fair! Now you had no chance to get at him properly, and you made your displeasure known by squirming up against him with a muffled whine.

The friction made him groan, but what followed was an even more delightful sound: a low, rusty sort of chuckle escaped, like he hadn’t really laughed at anything in forever. But it made a pleased chill roll down your spine. He pulled back and you chased his lips as far as you could, prompting another soft little laugh from him that made your stomach flutter from how nice it sounded.

“Impatient, aren’t you.” Vincent said it as a statement instead of a question, and you decided (very maturely) to stick your tongue out at him.

He raised an eyebrow, snorted, and used his free hand to caress your cheek in a mirror to your own actions earlier. You couldn’t help leaning your head into his touch even with clawtips prickling against your skin as a reminder of his current form. It didn’t matter - at this point you trusted him not to hurt you (at least, not any further than you had already asked for).

“Close your eyes. Please.”

At his request you nodded, sliding them shut and relying now on your sense of touch to keep track of him. His hand trailed its way down onto your neck, to your chest and further down over your stomach. The light nature of his movements made your stomach suck in a bit with ticklishness, but thankfully he didn’t seem to think of pursuing such a reaction and kept moving downward. As his clawed fingertips hit the bare skin of your lower half and trailed over your mound you began shifting with poorly restrained desire, only to find yourself disappointed when he slid up along one of your thighs and carefully disengaged your legs from holding onto him.

“Vincent, please…”

“Be patient.”

That was a subtly commanding kind of tone, and not a request. You nodded again, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from opening your eyes when he hadn’t yet said you could. His hand left you and you had to start listening for what he seemed to be doing next - the subtle but distinct sound of a zipper struggling along its path, a sharp inhale from him, and the rustle of leather sliding against cloth.

So it was a surprise when the hot, sticky weight of his cock dropped down onto your mound. Your breath hitched as you tried your best to gauge girth and length from what you could feel… and it felt pretty damn big. It had to have hurt like hell, trapped under those tight leather pants. All sorts of thoughts flew through your mind, from how badly you already wanted him to bend you in half to whether it would even fit in your mouth if he let you try. You swallowed, trying to get them under control so you could say something.

“Can I touch you…?”

Vincent was quiet for a moment, then huffed as if faintly annoyed. Maybe he’d momentarily forgotten your eyes were closed. “You may.”

His grasp on your wrists eased up just enough to let one of your arms slip free, though he kept the other caged for the time being. One was all you needed really, bringing your hand down and carefully setting it down where you felt his cock atop you. As soon as you made contact a quick breath followed by a groan left him, the girth under your fingers twitching eagerly. Damn, he was pretty thick, though you mapped out a taper as you slid along its length to the tip. It reached a slender point rather than a human-like head… another Beast trait, it seemed. Sliding back the other way, the thickness of it became somewhat daunting the closer to his hips you got, especially considering how long it felt as well. The heat radiating from him was especially intense too, but the way he kept twitching and shifting under your hand was irresistible - you felt reasonably sure you could handle this, given some opportunity to adjust.

Before you could get too handsy you felt him grabbing your wrist and drawing your arm back up to be secured again, prompting a little whine from you that was followed by an amused huff from him. “I told you, be patient.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, hoping it made him smile. “Can I open my eyes at least?”

He paused for a longer moment than felt comfortable, and you were about to open your mouth to retract your statement when he finally murmured a response.

“I would… prefer you not to look. Please…”

You kept your mouth closed, thinking for just a second before nodding in agreement. He was always buried under those layers of his, it seemed likely that he had some sort of issue with his self-image that would no doubt be made worse by his partially transformed figure. It was probably miracle enough that he had exposed himself this much.

“Okay. Could you blindfold me then, maybe? So I won’t look by accident.”

Vincent gave a grunt of affirmation, and after a few moments passed a piece of cloth draped itself over your face, still warm with body heat - wait, was this his headband? It smelled like him, tickling your nose with how it draped over the tip, and cracking your eyes open just a touch confirmed your suspicion with the red fabric that blocked your view. You blew some air through your lips to push it up off your nose, giving him an awkward smile that rewarded you with a soft hum.

“Hold still,” he commanded in advance, then released his grip on your wrists so that he could deftly fold the cloth and tie it around your head. You considered being bratty for a moment, but that could chase him off, or delay what you wanted so badly… better to behave right now for your first time.

One hand shortly resumed its post keeping your hands up and out of his way, while the other slid back down your front, slipping past his cock and carefully sliding two fingers between your folds. Though you moaned, you held still to avoid any accidents with the claws that were so easily capable of causing a nasty scratch on such delicate skin. They only lingered for a few moments, and you realized he was catching some of your slick to lube himself up with, retreating without any harm done. From where he was touching you it was easy to feel him shudder; he didn’t seem all that eager to touch himself, but it was necessary considering he was still holding your hands hostage. His slick covered claws grazed over your stomach briefly and provoked a small shiver from you, and now you felt safe enough to squirm under him impatiently, hoping to at least distract him from his own body. You managed to win a small hum from him at least.

“Vincent, please, I need you.”

His lips pressed to yours for a brief kiss that you chased after again, a second hum of amusement leaving him. Though he gave another little shudder, you felt the slim tip of his cock press up against your folds and held your breath, hips tilting up slightly in an attempt to coax him into continuing.

“I do not… know if I will be able to stop myself,” he whispered by your ear, sounding almost guilty about the admission. “If you do not want this…”

“I want it. Every last inch,” you replied fervently, and swore that you could feel the blush burning on his face in response. You turned your head to kiss his cheek, then the corner of his lips. A low sigh escaped him, and he withdrew from kissing range in spite of your pout, though your expression shifted as his cock began to push inside. Already wet from your first orgasm, the light coating he’d given himself to start with made the initial entry easy enough. Halfway was where the stretch began, your pulse pounding in your throat and eyes fluttering behind the cloth covering them, a stuttered breath rattling out of you. Fuck. Maybe every last inch was a minor exaggeration.

Vincent was going slowly enough not to hurt you, but he also wasn’t stopping even as your walls flexed around him. His moan was tinged with a growl, his hand clasping your hip now, fingers still sticky with your juices.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, swearing you were almost at your limit when you finally felt his hips settle against yours. How he fit all the way you weren’t sure but the stretch of him, length and girth both was almost too much at once, legs shaking from from the overwhelming sensation tinged with just a little pain. For the moment it was good enough to take one shaky breath after the next, waiting for your body to adjust to his cock pushed so deep inside you.

Finally, you gave a small nod to him. “Slowly - please…”

“I will try,” he replied. He sounded just as breathless as you felt.

The intensity of it eased as he slowly withdrew, giving you the chance to catch a few deeper breaths, and the second slide in was just a little more bearable even when he pressed to the hilt again. Your legs were still trembling some, and you doubted they’d be of any use for the next few hours. He’d probably have to carry you out of here, and if he was still caught in this form then there’d be questions to answer and probably a lot of suspicion and fuck, you were letting him rail you right out in the middle of nowhere in the open-

Vincent kissed you again with renewed hunger, and his slow thrusts began to pick up speed in short order, chasing away the thoughts beginning to derail you with each burst of intense sensation every time he stretched you out. A series of soft cries and moans went straight into his mouth unheeded, fangs nipping before his tongue brushed your lips and coaxed your mouth open for him once more.

He was starting to rumble again, short intervals interrupted by his hips now slapping against you with increasing roughness. The hand on your hip kept you to his rhythm without fail, and as it tilted you up further for his convenience the changing angle helped his cock find just the right spot inside - your voice choked on how much pleasure came from the repeated presses along and against your g spot, overwhelmed once more and feeling another climax come crashing down through you.

But in spite of the shuddering and writhing beneath him, Vincent’s thrusts continued relentlessly right through your orgasm, snapping in and out with enough force to push your breaths from you. He definitely wasn’t about to stop, likely couldn’t stop even if he wanted to when the Beast’s instincts were probably driving him toward a very simple goal: mate.

His mouth remained ravenous pressed to yours, his grasp somehow still relatively gentle on your wrists despite his otherwise rough treatment - some part of him was at least doing its best not to hurt you, though the rest of him was making sure to fuck you as thoroughly as possible. Another orgasm built up quickly and rolled through your body, overstimulation already starting to take hold as he still kept up a brutal pace while your walls spasmed around him and you were starting to lose track of where your legs had gone off to in spite of being attached to you. He couldn’t keep this up for much longer, could he? 

The already snappy rhythm grew even more frantic as if he’d heard your thoughts, and what had become a bearable stretch suddenly started to become more intense again - was he starting to swell up? Oh, fuck, did he have a knot? You couldn’t speak up with him still devouring your mouth greedily, and even if he wasn’t the intensity of his pace was leaving you mostly breathless anyway. It was all you could do to simply try to brace yourself as the last several thrusts first tested your body’s willingness to stretch just a little more, then sank to the hilt one last time with a slight pop that made your head almost jerk down against the ground and sent stars through your vision for a moment.

His knot continued to swell for a few more seconds to firmly lock him in place, and the deepest rumble you’d heard from him yet rose from deep in his chest, hips jerking forward against you while spurts of cum surged hot and deep inside.

Vincent finally released his grip on your wrists and withdrew his mouth, breathing hard and fast the same as you. With your mouth free you could gasp for air, shaking from the intensity of the stretch that you had no choice but to endure right now. Though your limbs felt like limp noodles, you blindly lifted one trembling arm up to try and touch him, though it seemed to take a longer moment than expected before his warm cheek settled against your palm. You quickly urged him close to you again, seeking any sort of diversion to help occupy your mind.

“Bite me again, please.”

Your voice was just as shaky as the rest of you, and the tone of it seemed to spur him into action quickly - he dropped his head down to the opposite side of where he’d bitten before and quickly sunk his fangs into your shoulder. The warm, sharp stab was a welcome distraction even as it made tears well up, and you made no effort to stop them from leaking down the sides of your face and soaking into the bandanna still keeping you blind. Your hand slipped around to the back of his head and tangled fingers in his hair to hold him there, a low whine in your throat as his tongue lapped up the blood spilling into his mouth.

It was only a few minutes, but it felt like forever before the stretching eased up. With a lewd, slick sound you felt his knot finally pop free along with a gush of fluids - you couldn’t stop the moan that slid from your lips, muscles fluttering weakly as he withdrew and gave them the freedom to relax. The empty feeling was both a relief and made you wish he would sink right back into you, but you knew that you probably couldn’t handle a second round after such a rough first time.

Vincent groaned quietly against your shoulder, teeth pulling free and tongue licking slowly at the puncture wounds he’d left behind. He was trembling a little himself now, and you wondered if it was from being just as overstimulated as you, or if his half-transformed state was taking a toll. Or maybe he was just coming back down from the Beast’s instincts and realizing what he’d done… you couldn’t find any words to try reassuring him with, but you could at least turn your head to kiss the messy dark hair draped between your lips and his forehead.

A thin sigh escaped him, and then a grunt of pain - you felt the claws on your hip beginning to shrink. The rest of his bestial traits were following suit no doubt, and you did your best to soothe him through it by petting the back of his head and nuzzling your face against him gently. What had to be his horns disappearing was giving off a grinding sound that made you wince in sympathy. That had to hurt.

“Vincent, are you okay…?”

You couldn’t bring your voice above a whisper even if you wanted to, but this close it wasn’t really necessary anyway. Another grunt, and he began to lift his head up away from you, seeming to pause for a moment before his hand left your hip and there was the soft rustling of cloth and leather, then a distinctive zipping before you felt him carefully pulling off the makeshift blindfold.

Compared to the warm darkness now everything was quite bright - you squeezed your eyes shut to adjust to the sudden light, slowly squinting them open to finally get a look at him again. The horns had vanished, and his eyes no longer glowed with energy aside from the usual yellow ring in his left eye. Instead they were dark with concern, fear, guilt, and his face was tucked down to hide behind his cloak collar as if he couldn’t quite handle being seen yet.

“I hurt you,” he mumbled.

“I asked you to,” you countered, watching surprise flicker across his expression. “And I enjoyed it. You don’t get to feel bad about something I enjoyed.”

He had the grace to blush about that, his gaze flicking further down your body briefly before a much more vivid red overtook his face. Oh, yeah, you had to be a total mess down below… with a soft sigh you pushed yourself up on shaky arms and watched him rear back nervously in response, eyes looking well away from you now.

“I’m gonna need some help, Vincent. I don’t think I can feel my legs right now.” You made the admission with a measure of ruefulness, and he gave a small cough as if he’d almost choked on his spit. “I-.... Very well then. I will… help you clean up.”

And with an abrupt swiftness you were suddenly up off the ground, aloft in his arms and clinging to the front of his cloak in surprise. You could still feel his cum oozing out of you, silently hoping you weren’t going to drip all over his nice leathers… but he didn’t seem to be thinking about it, merely securing the clothing dangling off your ankles as he set off. Hopefully to find some running water for you to wash up with, because you sure as hell didn’t want to put your clothes back on yet.

At least there wouldn’t have to be an explanation for why Vincent had half a transformation going on anymore. No, you’d just have to explain instead why you weren’t about to go walking around outside the ship for the next couple of hours. Boy was that going to be interesting.

(Worth it.)

Me thinking I have endless free time only to realize I do so much in my day to day life. frrl i just do sidequests 24/7

@fvckhead123

I can't get over how he looks like a grumpy kitty being woken up

"Sex work is real work, unlike being a landlord"

Spotted in a public bathroom in California

probably gonna finish made for you at last and post chapter 4 along with the gb tifa by sunday and after that, hopefully finish dead languages. I'm probably not going to write anything at all for the next week or two following.

i might finish tseng's kinky list though. that? i'll make time for

My cats would adore you btw, if you even care

Holy shit, THIS is what you’re into? You’re honestly so fucking pathetic, it’s almost funny. I’m not handing your phone back so you can sit down like the dumb fucking dog you are. Are you getting off to me too? Holy shit you’re actually such a fucking whore. Here, hold my cock on your face and don’t fucking move an inch

We can keep this our little secret so long as you listen to me. It’d be such a shame if everyone knew how much of a dumb whore you are. Are you fucking whimpering? That was fucking pathetic. If you wanna taste my cock, stick your tongue out.

There you go, that’s fucking right you dumb bitch. Let’s take a picture to remember when you got what you wanted.

That’s a good dog

I dunno why folks be in my face. Cause ma'am/sir, unless you're prepared to collar and leash a person, overpower their will, and train them to your liking this won't work.

it's the same photo, i swear.

*gimme a break I want to sleep *

We got the sephgeal meetcute before gta 6

I felt that "fuck" on a personal level

how aboooooout either some comfort where one of them gets hurt, or vincent teaches mc how to shoot???

Though it surprises Vincent that you want to learn how to use a gun from him, he’s willing enough to show you with Quicksilver. Going through the basics is simple enough, how to hold it and work the safety, check the chamber, never aim at anything unless it's your target, finger off the trigger until ready to shoot, and so on. Common sense things, though he goes over them with all due seriousness.

The part you're more interested in is when he grows annoyed with your (maybe purposely bad) stance and wraps himself around you from behind, like wearing his cloak with the added bonus of him being in it still. His chest ghosting over your back, arms drifting over top of yours to corrall them, and the gentle nudges of his boots to put your feet in position are all pleasing... but the best part is still his head tucked in next to yours, his voice a warm murmur in your ear as he talks you through aiming.

"Pull back on the slide now," he tells you, a soft intake of breath that implies he has more to say going unnoticed as you're too quick to follow his instruction - and your impatience is to your detriment when the mechanism rudely pinches down on your skin running from thumb to palm. "Fuck!"

Though you start to drop the gun, Vincent’s hand is already catching it and swiftly securing the safety before he holsters it, and in a heartbeat he's in front of you to take your injured hand up in his grasp.

"I was going to warn you of that," he states wearily. Through the pained grimacing you give him a sheepish look.

He returns your look with a raised brow, then sighs as he casts a Cure to soothe the angry red swelling that was already starting up. That part is necessary, but what's unnecessary is the gentle kiss he presses there afterward, the tip of his nose brushing over your skin. But you're not about to complain when his affection is such a rare gift. A little pain was worth it.

You know how people put cameras on their pets to see what they do when the owner isn't around?

Cloud puts a camera on Sephiroth.

i was meant to be someones spoiled and mischievous house cat

curious to know what vincent would think about period sex 👀

A period only stops a sentence 😉

I wouldn’t say Vincent specifically has a kink for it (unless you’re going for the full vampire theory), but he does not care about your period and will happily finger you, fuck you, or eat you out while you’re on it.

If you’re having pain then he would do anything to try and make it go away. And if you want to try come to relive it, then he’s all for it. He’s doting, and will bring you heat packs or anything that you want. If you’re really lucky, he might cuddle you close and let you use the palm of his monster arm as a heating pad (very rarely).

He likes it sex messy anyway, and this is just a little bit more mess than usual, so he doesn’t mind. I feel like he’s the type that wouldn’t even bother putting a towel or anything down, he’d just strip the bed afterwards while forcing you to relax.

And he’s definitely never beating those vampire allegations when he surfaces from between your legs with his face messy and red ⚰️😂🥵

you don’t have to match my freak you just have to think whatever’s wrong with me is fascinating and perhaps even sexual

Did i share already? i mean it never hurts to do it again if i did

Rufus x Pet Reader HCs

Pet play HCs, smut, references to rough sex, dysfunctional relationship

Prefers to mainly keep you at his home

He'll take you out sometimes but he will pick what you wear, among your own clothes

If you wear a collar or a brand, he wants it hidden. It's not that he cares that people would know and judge you or him, but it might clash with your outfit. And it's important to keep up appearances for his reputation as a new president. Plus, he wants to keep you and what you mean to him to himself as much as possible

If anyone approaches you while out, he will intervene himself, or if need be, have a Turk remove the poor, oblivious person. It would be preferable to avoid a Turk step in, especially above the Plate (again, to maintain his reputation)

At home, he would prefer you to be naked (he's only a man, after all) but he understands if you want to be comfortable and might want to wear clothing or a set of underwear. Just wearing a collar would drive him crazy, so be careful with that. It wouldn't be long before he's seated beside you, giving you a heated stare, his fingers gliding lightly over your skin, hoping to start something ;)

He's not too picky about how you maintain yourself. As long as you don't let yourself go too much or make sure to put effort into pleasing him, he won't complain. It's only when he occasionally takes you out that he expects you to put the most effort into your appearance. If he intends to fuck you a lot in a short period of time, he does expect you to shower more often but he can just join you in there for an extra fuck

Though he generally expects obedience, he enjoys when you test his control. But only to a point, because he still needs to know he is the one ultimately in control. It excites him when you want to test him physically, such as fighting back, giving him mild injuries (as long as he can hide them under his clothes or easily explain it away), or taking control during sex. It riles him up and makes him look forward to taking control back later on. He is most turned on when you verbally spar with him. As much as he enjoys when your eyes are glazed over and pliant for him, he also enjoys a pet that entertains him a little

He may not say so out loud but it pleases him if he knows you trust him to take good care of you. He expects you to take good care of him, too

When he gets home and wants to fuck, he dismisses all the staff. If anyone gossips about it, they are immediately fired

He prefers to be the one in control during sex and wants to be on top. If he's had a tiring day at Shinra, he will still want to maintain some control by having you blow him while he holds the back of your head and possibly fucks your mouth. He will feel well-served if you do this while he's already in bed so he can fall asleep right after

If you draw blood during sex, he will want to take care of the wound himself, or even better, have you do it. It's no one else's business what lead to the injury and again, for appearances. It turns him to be able to go about his day with marks you gave him hidden under his clothes. Plus, it makes him want to ‘punish’ you in a fun way later on. Slapping his face hard is not allowed because he can't hide it. Marks on the neck is pushing it and should only be done if he's in an especially good mood

If it's the opposite, and he injured you, he will want to see you wear it proudly around your shared home, if possible. Expect him to smirk and touch it or near it, thinking I did this. This is especially the case if it's something mild like bite marks, hickies, or impact marks

One of the downsides of being Rufus Shinra's pet is that he will expect you to wait obediently at home when he is away from Midgar. You cannot leave home during these times but he will make sure the staff provides for your needs. If you know him well enough, you can misbehave a little, within limits, but only with the goal of riling him up and putting you in your place, again

If he comes home injured or generally in rough shape, he enjoys if you fuss or worry over him a little. But don't extend that to demanding he be more careful or anything of the like. He secretly enjoys that you care enough to go that far but he prefers to have his freedom more

What he prefers that builds between you is not love but trust. Especially, your trust in him. It may feel the same as love or resemble it, but it's not quite the same. It's not a love between equals and it doesn't require him to look deep within himself to properly examine his feelings for you. You might fall in love with him but it's a real possibility he won't return your feelings like you crave. If he falls in proper love with you, he may admit it to himself or he may not. And does it matter? Maybe not. Everyone decides for themselves what their happiness is

What he requires along with that trust is loyalty. With no loyalty from you, there is no relationship of any kind. But he will return that loyalty to the best of his ability