Nsfw. TsengxReader, SephirothxReader ZackxReader Foot Fetish Headcanon? Well It Isnt So Much Them With

Nsfw. TsengxReader, SephirothxReader ZackxReader foot fetish headcanon? Well it isn’t so much them with the fetish, but you (or should be you). He took you seriously when you told him to step on you. I started Sephiroth’s months ago but never finished, but Tseng gave me inspiration to complete it. I have the layout of his office in remake in mind for Tseng. My fav Cage the Elephant line is gonna be added in. Usually I’d do my favorites last, but this time I absolutely have no favorites. Maybe Seph because of his foot size.  Whatever the character says is italicized, reader's is not.

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Tseng

What made you realize you might have been too down bad for Tseng was during training. You got a bit overzealous, thinking you had the upper hand against him. Until he swept you off of your feet, stepping on your chest as Tseng’s display of dominance. Grabbing his ankle, far too gentle for a sparring match, you can't help but stare at his foot placed firmly against you. Your eyes trailing from his well polished shoes, up his leg, until you were staring into questioning, eyes. They kept you frozen in place. Unable to respond as Tseng presses just a bit harder into you, asking why you’ve hesitated. You don’t tell him this, but inwardly you wish he would press down so hard that you struggled to breathe.

Tseng wishes you wouldn’t look at him that way. He’s seen that look in your eyes before, he can tell you want to play. To your delight he does press down harder before pulling away. Letting you know just how foolish he thought you were for thinking you could beat him so easily. Though not with his words, but more so his body language. A condescending look in his eyes that would, normally, annoy you.

He’ll confront you about it later, calling you to his office for your annual performance review. Nothing was unusual about the meeting, a few critiques here and there. After wrapping up your review he asks you about your hesitance in the last training match. You know there’s no point in lying to Tseng. Expressing to him exactly how you instantly wanted him to dominate you the moment his foot connected with your chest.

“So you like to be stepped on, hm?” This is something he can certainly get behind. Now here you are, completely naked. Ass up, face down against the floor of his office. Tseng’s digging his heel into your cheek in an almost cruel manner before pulling away. Using the bottom of his foot to push you over so you’d fall on your back. Bringing his foot back down but this time on your neck. 

He knows he should be careful. The thought nearly leaves him as he presses down on your throat, restricting your airways and leaving you gasping for air. You already look so fucked out and he hasn’t even touched you yet. Only giving you commands to undress and directing you in which positions he wants you in. 

As you lay on your back, Tseng shifts to stand above you, your body pinned between his legs. His movements teasingly slow as he firmly plants his foot on your shoulder, shifting some of his weight to his opposite leg. Every movement of Tseng’s just feels like an absolute tease: the way he slowly unbuckles his belt, the way he pulls his zipper down so painfully slow. Pulling his hardened cock out and stroking himself right above your face. You didn’t realize Tseng would be so into this little kink of yours, part of you hates that you didn’t tell him sooner.

Without notice Tseng pulls away again, making his way towards the couch. Taking a seat with his legs spread, motioning for you to take your place at his feet once more, patiently waiting on his next command. Watching with anticipation as he starts stroking himself again, demanding you crawl to him. You do exactly that, taking your place as quickly as you could between his legs. Tseng grabs your hair, roughly tugging your head towards his hardened member. Immediately opening your mouth and taking as much of his thick cock as you can handle. You know the drill by now, you’re not coming off of his dick until he unloads in your mouth. Gently kicking your legs apart, Tseng begins rubbing his shoe against your core, causing you to whimper around him. Languidly keeping up this motion until you’re coming undone on his boot, Tseng releasing in your mouth, keeping your head in place to ensure you swallow every last drop. 

Definitely something that’s going to happen again, but also a very rare occurrence. The next time he makes sure to have a fresh pair of shoes because you’ll be licking the bottom of them. Loves the way your cum makes his shoe glisten, is also going to have you lick his shoes clean. You know he doesn’t like leaving messes.

Sephiroth

A text from you is what kicks all of this off. Requesting that he bought a new pair of work boots, emphasizing that he’s not to wear them yet. As he steps into the apartment you immediately spot the shoebox in his hands and smirk. You can’t help but think that you’re about to ruin this man, so unsuspecting it’s adorable. You’ve learned he’s secretly a man full of kinks, so you’re certain this would go well.

“Get the coat off, change shoes, then meet me in the bedroom.” You’re eager, barely giving him a goddamn hello upon walking through the door. He’s use to your strange requests at this point, you’re an odd person with sometimes even more odd desires. “No greeting at all, just come in and strip. What am I to you?” He says as you walk into the bathroom. He’s not bothered really, coat already being shed and placed neatly on the couch. Making sure to leave the straps on since you love grabbing them as he fucks into you. It’s not like you haven’t fucked him in his uniform before, so what makes this so different that you needed to make a special request? Pulling up his boots and tightening them he chooses to stay put in the living room, making himself comfortable on the couch.

Walking into the room naked you catch him sitting on the couch. Christ, he practically engulfs your sofa with his large stature. You love how small you are in comparison to him. His whole body engulfs yours, making you feel trapped. “You’re not at all where I asked you to be.” 

“Still no explanation or is this another physical presentation?” Oh he’s catching on, at least you’ve been teaching him well. With a nod of your head you confirm that this would certainly be a physical presentation. Crawling onto his lap, staring into his eyes for a moment before kissing him desperately. Grabbing his face as a rush of endorphins swell your chest, yearning for one another so desperately, lips, teeth and tongues clash together. 

Recoiling for a split second, you glance down to see Sephiroth watching you breathlessly through his bangs. Gripping your waist he starts grinding against you, causing you to both let out a soft moan. Settling your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. Shifting to the side you straddle one of his legs, grinding yourself against him. You can’t help that you keep going lower and lower, until your core is hovering right above his foot.

Pressing yourself against him with a satisfied moan, you don’t hold yourself back, letting every time you’ve pictured this moment come to mind. Doing your best to gain control so you’re not grinding against his foot in a frenzied manner. You’re making his boot so wet and god the way Sephiroth looks at you, with a mix of astonishment and curiosity, driving yourself closer to the edge. You just couldn’t help it when you came undone prematurely, cursing yourself for not lasting longer. Don’t worry you’ve thoroughly peaked Sephiroth's interest, his voice playful and tinted with a bit of excitement “Oh, we’re not anywhere near done.”

He’s going to experiment with this far more than expected. Loves the power play that comes along with it. He’ll step on any part of you that you ask, without a doubt. This one also loves to see your cum on his boot. The way you whimper when he steps on your face drives him insane. Sephiroth loves it when you kiss his feet, something about you wanting to be the very ground he steps on makes his heart swell. 

Zack

Yes, yes, the fucking puppy. Hear me out, the sweetest ones are the freakiest people. He didn’t really mean it when he jokingly asked if he could step on you. Though it was so out of the blue you’re unsure if it was a joke or not. The thought of you pressed against his boot quickly becoming enticing to him. Besides, if you didn’t want this to happen, you wouldn’t have said yes. He'll take your answer and run with it, bringing it up during foreplay. After all, Zack’s just as adventurous as he is energetic. 

“God, you really like this don’t you?” He’s practically cooing at you, watching as you squirm under his boot. Another face down and ass up scenario on the floor. Zack’s perched on the edge of the bed, left foot propped up on your ass while he presses his opposite into your face. Leaning back onto the palms of his hands, a cocky, shit eating grin in place that you only ever see while he’s doming you.

If you want to fuck yourself on his boot he’ll let you. Though, it’ll be the most he’s ever edged you in your time together. Moving his foot the moment he notices you’re getting close. He can’t help it, not when you’re already about to come undone. Zack’s voice still playful as he teases you, “You couldn’t even last five minutes?” No, not when our usually innocent puppy gives you such a filthy look while he rubs you with the underside of his boot. 

I feel like to everyone's surprise, Zack has impressively pretty feet. Yes, you can lick them. He likes to switch, so don’t be surprised when he’s asking you to step on him in return. He’s so eager bout it, practically bouncing up and down as he waits for you to press your foot against his face. Definitely prefers you barefoot, he likes licking the entire sole of your foot. Peppering kisses along your foot, almost tickling you but feeling so good. Shows the entire foot love, not a toe goes missed. My guy is incredibly efficient when it comes to making sure he’s licked every single part of you. 

Enjoys footjobs from you. The first time he didn’t even bother to hold himself off, the way your feet were pressing his cock against his abdomen, rubbing him so teasingly with the perfect amount of pressure. You’ve got him making a sticky mess of himself within moments, cum slowly leaking out of his cock. Begging you not stop just yet, rutting against your feet as he tries to gain more friction. The way Zack moans is absolutely slutty as he falls apart under your touch. Uses this kink on a rare occasion, well, kind of, he often finds himself focused on your feet.

Sephiroth: Could this day get worse?

Hojo: *shows up*

Sephiroth: Why did I even ask?

SKSKKSSKKS IS IT?!?!?!

UM HELLO????!!!!!!! IS IT HAPPENING??!!!!

🫠🫠I'll never recover from this, I'm too happy here

The Offer 2

continuation of this

A week and a half goes by before you receive another photo. Being alone with Tseng is awkward in the meantime. But he refuses to acknowledge your secret agreement in person so you start to relax. Then Rufus sends you another photo. You’re equal parts excited and anxious as you open it.

This picture wasn't raunchy in the least but it was still revealing and intimate. Rufus held the camera up to the bathroom mirror, grinning knowingly into the lens. That wasn't the part that drew a gasp, however.

Tseng stood just in front of Rufus, with his back to the mirror. Rufus’s free hand rests on the back of his subordinate’s neck, his fingers drawing aside black hair. Drawing it back like a curtain on a window into their relationship. You realize you've never seen the back of the chief's neck. You would have never in a million years suspected he was hiding a Shinra logo tattoo underneath. Yet, there it is, crisp edges and beautifully dark–probably because it never sees the Sun.

“Shit.”

It represented power he shouldn't have given President Rufus. Or any other person, for that matter. Tseng must not agree or he wouldn't have gotten inked. You wondered, just what must have transpired between these two for this to be the result. Rufus must have given Tseng something of value in return, assuming this wasn't an uncharacteristic mistake on your boss’s part. The tattoo was an excessive show of loyalty, making an exclamation mark out of a period at the end of a perfectly satisfactory statement.

You rolled over, pulling the blankets up to your neck. You had best be careful, lest you end up branded yourself. Loyalty was one thing, this was another.

You chuckled to yourself. Too bad you can't get yourself demoted.

You think, that settles that. But your phone beeps, mocking you.

It's another photo. It seems to be chronologically after the first as it's taken in the same bathroom in the same mirror. Rufus is holding the phone again.

The frame is askew like he couldn't hold it straight. Tseng's gloves are actually off; the surprises keep piling up. His hand is gripping the top of Rufus's hair. Not only are his gloves off but the rest of his clothing. What seemed like a part of their very bodies was probably discarded somewhere on the floor in the next room. The president looked vulnerable without his double layer of custom-tailored white fabric.

It's a shame you can't see Tseng’s pretty cock this time because he's buried in the back of Rufus. The latter grips his own as it juts out over the sink counter. His jaw is slack, implying a moan.

You feel like you're witnessing a private moment. But you suppose that's the point. It probably enhanced the experience knowing they sent you this.

"I'm so fuckin cool" I say as I bluntslide my fingerboard on my favorite yugioh deck

My chest didn't deserve to just like this rn

(ノ_<。)♡