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Can i ask for some headcanons about Zack from final fantasy kissing the face of a s/o who is crying? I hope it doesn't seem weird, I just thought it would be cute ♡ i really like your writing and hcs ♡
Warning: fluff and it's short
Bad days happen to the best of us and it just happened to be your turn. Whatever went wrong…went wrong. Now you’re sitting in your room,in your blankets,depressed. While in your feelings, you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t answer “Hello,S/o…. Are you alright” Zack asked from behind your door. Answer or not, he enters the door to see your gloomy figure. “I heard that you had a rough day so… I got you something” he said as he showed his bag/s with you (Prefered comfort item). Zack sits down next to you and gently rubs your back for comfort “wanna talk about it”. You try to form the words to describe a tad about your day but tears and muffled sobs only come out. Like a tidal wave of pin up emotions washed out in salty tears and choked sobs. “Hey hey hey, it’s ok.” Zack said as he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug as you sob on his chest. Zack cups your face underneath your blanket hood,lifting your face to meet his
“Hey, things may look hard right now but I know you can do it! You can do anything if you put your mind into it so don’t be sad that things don’t look that way now. You are an incredible person so don’t let others tell you otherwise.If you can’t believe it yourself then believe this for me Ok. this will come to pass and you’ll become a stronger person because of it and let me say You’re doing great” Zack stated as he plants kisses on your eyes, drying away tears “Now how about we watch that movie/show/anime you were talking about so much there might be a new episode. If not, we can just rewatch it! I don’t care how long it takes as longs as i get a smile out of you”
Can i ask for some headcanons about Zack from final fantasy kissing the face of a s/o who is crying? I hope it doesn't seem weird, I just thought it would be cute ♡ i really like your writing and hcs ♡
Warning: fluff and it's short
Bad days happen to the best of us and it just happened to be your turn. Whatever went wrong…went wrong. Now you’re sitting in your room,in your blankets,depressed. While in your feelings, you heard a knock on your door. You didn’t answer “Hello,S/o…. Are you alright” Zack asked from behind your door. Answer or not, he enters the door to see your gloomy figure. “I heard that you had a rough day so… I got you something” he said as he showed his bag/s with you (Prefered comfort item). Zack sits down next to you and gently rubs your back for comfort “wanna talk about it”. You try to form the words to describe a tad about your day but tears and muffled sobs only come out. Like a tidal wave of pin up emotions washed out in salty tears and choked sobs. “Hey hey hey, it’s ok.” Zack said as he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug as you sob on his chest. Zack cups your face underneath your blanket hood,lifting your face to meet his
“Hey, things may look hard right now but I know you can do it! You can do anything if you put your mind into it so don’t be sad that things don’t look that way now. You are an incredible person so don’t let others tell you otherwise.If you can’t believe it yourself then believe this for me Ok. this will come to pass and you’ll become a stronger person because of it and let me say You’re doing great” Zack stated as he plants kisses on your eyes, drying away tears “Now how about we watch that movie/show/anime you were talking about so much there might be a new episode. If not, we can just rewatch it! I don’t care how long it takes as longs as i get a smile out of you”
Secrets of Wisteria.
Yan (Serial Killer) ??? x GN Reader.
Synopsis: They don't know what to do with you.
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, gender-neutral yandere, violence/mentions of gore, thoughts of murdering the reader, manipulation, implications of sex work, mentions of starvation, drugging/alcohol, stalking, and dehumanization.
Word Count: 1.3k.
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It is said that everything in the universe has its place as a part of a side of a never-tipping scale.
A shining star provides warmth but also burns the flesh of those who get too close. The moon resembles that of an Earth erased of all life, a planet in all but name to some, promising to be a guiding light, but in reality is just a cold, desolate land.
Do such beautiful stars ever scorch the adjacent moons? Do such pale, blue moons ever cause the brightness of adjacent stars to die with a shallow, husky breath? Do they simply stay with one another, because despite being able to hurt one another, the chain of space forces them to stay together?
Questions that, because of you and because of them, may finally be answered. It hurts them but also entices them.
Despite everything you had been through together, you had hurt them in ways no others have ever done.
They suffer whenever they are near enough to smell your perfume, wanting to close up their nostrils, throat, and mouth before they go down in a flame of their own making.
The perfume is mixed with the scent of others’ sweat and pleasure, staining it in what feels to be shades of a dirty, dark black. If only you could see it, the blind fool you always were and still are.
They suffer whenever they hear your voice, see the way your lips move, your moans and little gasps. It sounds more tempting than that of a siren’s call.
Your face, the way you bat your eyelashes to get what you want. Your eyes are brighter than any supernova.
Their entire being is a black hole that wants nothing more than to swallow you.
You hurt them whenever they think of you, never wanting to burn an image of you so deeply into their brain. But, like a parasite, you unknowingly persisted. Now it is so rooted, that it has replaced some of their nerves and has left them wanting so much more. They are addicted to this poison you have created and forced down their throat. It is only fair that they get to do the same to you.
They put something in your drink to make everything down the road that much easier.
Being a blind fool, you didn’t notice that your wine turned into a deep shade of pink.
Pink in your cup, and red in theirs. The colors of love.
They didn’t have it in themselves, despite all of the unfortunate souls they have banished to hell, to put cyanide in your glass.
It would have been a much more merciful death in their opinion, though. It was fitting for a rat like you. But also will give you so much less pain than those who have met their end by a torturous blade.
You gulped it down with such ease. They were, to say the least, your favorite patron, giving you no reason to doubt them.
It was so hard to make money these days, especially in a town like this. You were grateful for them.
But still, you decided to hurt them.
It’s your fault, honestly—all of it. You are the sole reason that their kills aren’t as sharp as they used to be, so much more impulsive than they used to be.
They almost got caught just the other day. They had sprung into action without a thought in their mind to go for a person who looked just like you from behind, down to the clothes they wore.
It's all your fault. It's all your fault.
Whore.
That is what they want to say.
But they cannot, not yet at least.
…
“Come, we are almost there.” With each step down the stone stairs, a water droplet falls from above, the underground tunnel’s top.
These walls are older than some dynasties if their memory recalls. Made of the bones of traitors and peasants who have passed on from much more painful pains.
It was easy to sneak some of their victims’ bodies in here and place them in such a way that no one would ever know the truth.
“Why here, my dear sponsor?” Your eyes follow the lantern in their left hand, swinging left and right like a pendulum.
They don’t answer.
You don’t ask any more questions, your limbs feeling heavy from all of the walking and the alcohol.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
The rocks below you feel like they are moving. “Sure.”
You must have gone so deep into the earth by now that you can practically see the gates of hell. The lantern’s light is almost out, and the air feels heavy and damp.
“We are almost there.”
You feel so dizzy.
They feel so elated.
Not a word is said until they suddenly stop. A split path.
They point to the left.
You wait, but they do not move.
A second. Two. Three.
Is that uncertainty they see in your eyes?
That is new. It makes them excited for what is to come next.
“Simply go down that hall and you will see the cellar… I will be right behind you.” They added that last part to quell your questioning gaze.
They have never lured anyone here alive before. But like everyone else who has seen these catacombs and their cellar, you won’t leave them alive.
They can’t leave you as much as they try.
It is only natural that they use the chain that holds you two together to their advantage for once.
Their truth works. Your second thoughts vanish like the trapdoor and the ladder down the hall, to the beginning, an entrance to a hell you will never be able to open again.
It is quite fortunate to them that you are such a blind fool.
It is quite fortunate to them that you overlooked that skeleton that looked a little too fresh.
It is quite fortunate that they are such a good planner. They didn’t starve the man for nothing, it seems.
“...Alright. But… I will get my pay after this, won’t I?”
They nod.
“Of course.” They reply. “What sort of patron would I be if I did not give you what is due?”
Such a blind fool you are.
They’ll keep you. You are simply too stupid and too tempting to be free. “...Thank you.”
Along with the words of genuine gratitude, the flame finally extinguishes.
“...Huh?”
A swift chop is the last thing you hear, your body collapsing is the last thing you feel and see before you go unconscious.
“For everything.”
They don’t drag you like they do the others, instead putting in the effort to pick you up and curl your head into their chest.
“...”
This brings back memories both bitter and sweet for them. The first time you laid on the bed. The first time you kissed them. The first time they managed to drag someone else unconscious down here, although with much less care.
“...I mean it.”
They cleaned up everything in the cellar just for you, all of the gore disposed of. Though their trophies will remain. The brain of a doctor in a jar. The eyes of a photographer. The left hand of a young widow, the ring still on the rotting finger.
It will serve as a warning to you to behave, hopefully, for your sake. Making them angry is a bad idea for everyone involved. They would hate to bandage your broken limbs and stitch you back together like some stuffed toy.
As they hum a tune only you have heard, they think of what collar to place on that pretty neck of yours. It is an important decision. That collar will stay on you far past when you are mounted on their wall, after all. But that is years if not decades away.
“...Thank you. You made everything so much easier.”
The scale tips in favor of the pale blue moons.
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Hunter x Hunter - Feitan, Hisoka, Illumi.
My Hero Academia - Dabi, Bakugou, Shigaraki, Overhaul, Enji.
Jujutsu Kaisen - Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Kenjaku, Mahito, Mei Mei.
Genshin Impact - (Fatui Harbinger/Fake Archon) Scaramouche, Arlecchino, Columbina, Dottore.
Honkai Star Rail - Sparkle, (Mara Struck) Jingliu, (Mara Stuck) Blade, Kafka, Dr. Ratio.
Bungou Stray Dogs - Fyodor Dostoevsky.
Final Fantasy VII - Sephiroth.
Demon Slayer - Muzan, Sanemi.
Hazbin Hotel - Alastor, Valentino, Vox.
Twisted Wonderland - Jade, Floyd, Leona, Rook, Lilia, Vil, Jamil.
Chainsaw Man - Makima, Barem.
Baldur's Gate III - (Ascended) Astarion, Cazador, Shar, Rapheal, Minthara, Mizora, Zariel.
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Could I request some reverse comfort with pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth? He’s been through so much he deserves to feel loved 😭
Your Sephiroth fics are so cute they warm my heart!!
HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE 🩷 i'm so glad you've liked my writing for him, it means the world to me🥺🩷 i hope you like this one too! thank you for requesting<3
sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used
comforting seph after a nightmare
2:19
the shinra brand alarm clock on the nightstand glows in a muted blue among the moonlight of the bedroom but it wasn’t what you had expected to see when your tired eyes opened. sephiroth should have been there, the broadness of his body blocking the view of the clock while he held you in his arms. like it was every night you got to be together.
you aren’t sure what it is that woke you. you can’t recall the dream you were having or if you felt the bed dip when sephiroth seemingly slipped out of it. maybe it was both or neither or something else entirely; something you couldn’t explain logically but that was like your heart had known he needed you and was sure to jolt you awake.
whatever it was, you’re glad it did as you blink away the sleepiness of your eyes and sit up in bed, immediately seeing him at the edge of the mattress with his back to you. in the dim silver light his long hair looks ethereal, like tangible soft strands of starlight cascading down his bare back; his skin milky pale and delicate to the touch. years of discolored scars littered on his back, bullet wounds, sword slashes and burns, tells you others hadn’t thought so but it didn’t change how you saw him.
sephiroth doesn’t move or make any indication that he hears you when you crawl across the bed to reach him. outside the sheets the room is cold, the chill making your exposed arms and legs break out in goosebumps but you can feel his natural warmth the closer you get to him.
“seph?” your voice is barely a whisper in the quiet room but you’re sure even without his soldier hearing he would have heard you.
he doesn’t reply. doesn’t move.
gingerly you reach for him, placing the pads of your fingers between his shoulder blades and the hair that lays over it. you feel the tensing of his entire body at the sudden touch. gentle as it was, it seemed to break him from whatever thoughts or memories or dreams that he had been living in that woke him.
he says your name but something tells you it's for him more than for you, as if to tell himself you’re here and it’s okay. you can’t ignore how rough his voice is. “did i wake you?”
shuffling on your shins and knees to be closer to him, you wrap your arms around his middle and press your cheek against his back, shaking your head. “no, it’s okay.” a quiet moment passes with his heart hammering under your palms on his chest before tenderly, tentatively, you ask, “did you have a bad dream?”
nightmares were nothing new to sephiroth, you knew, despite how many he suffered alone but you never wanted that to be the case again. you’d dream them for him if possible, as scary as you worry they are. not that he would ever want or ask that of you but it’s not as if you could pluck them from his mind and replace them with something kinder, sweeter, while you took on the weight, no matter how much you wished you could. so you would have to settle for this, holding him, reminding him he is loved and isn’t alone. he never would be again.
he swallows and takes his first steady breath since before you began to hold him. when he speaks again, he sounds more like the sephiroth you know, with the lace of tenderness reserved only for you. “it’s late, let’s get you back to bed.” he lays his hand over yours, attempting to turn in your hold but you stay steady and don’t release your arms from around him.
of course he could escape if he really wanted to. quite easily too you have no doubt. his strength outmatched yours in every way but to sephiroth, you held his world in your palms; you are his ultimate weakness. there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you and there was no fighting the love and comfort in the weight of you pressed against his back and the way you bury your face in his hair.
“my love,” you coo as if you found what he said to be silly. nuzzling into him, you place a kiss along his spine, feeling him sigh under your lips, and speak softly against his skin. “i won't be able to sleep if i’m worried about you.”
that wasn’t something he could argue with or refute. he wouldn’t be able to either if the roles were reversed right now but he doesn’t want you to worry or lose your own sleep because of him. “i’ll be alright,” he says and he truly does believe it. every nightmare, every sleepless night, had come and gone no matter how horrible they were. this one would be no different.
except it would be because tonight you’re here.
“can i stay with you until you’re feeling better then?” you ask, still so gentle and kind, but not giving him a chance to try to coax you back into bed. you weren’t going to give up or give in so easily. you squeeze him tighter.
sephiroth leans back into you then, not enough to have you holding up even half of his weight but just so he could be fully in your embrace. letting himself need you, accept you, be vulnerable with you. “i’d like that.”
you smile against his skin and after a silent moment, much to his dismay, release him from your arms and start to move away from him but your touch doesn’t go far and instinctively he’s pulled back to you; your hand that brushes long silver bangs behind his ear so you can see his mako eyes and the dark circles beneath them, your other that grabs his hand and rubs soothing shapes over his still burning skin.
he leans into your palm on his cheek, lets his eyes flutter closed and your love wash over him while he grasps onto your hand like a life line in his gentle strength. finally his heart starts to slow, beat by beat trying to match your own that he feels under his fingers. the images he saw in his dreams are painted over with every gentle stroke of your touch and replaced with something so delicate and divine he almost dare not look lest his gaze ruin it but you wouldn’t let that happen and he would do anything you asked, fall to his knees in front of you if you said the word, kill for you, die for you, muster every bit of gentleness he once thought he wasn’t capable of just to hold you against him like you deserve, like you’re the most precious thing on the planet.
though at this moment, it seems to be him that’s being held like porcelain, looked after and cared as if it was priceless despite every crack and chip and missing piece he slowly relieved to you.
“c’mere,” you beckon with a pull of his hand and so easily he follows you back into bed, between your legs and into your welcoming arms. his weight is so comfortable on top of you.
sephiroth settles with his head against your chest and his arms tightly wrapped around your middle. at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, carding gently through the silky strands, he completely melts against you, your touch a soothing balm that seeps into his very soul but that tingles and burns in its own way.
it always had whenever you had touched him. the uncomfortableness of loving care that leaves him not knowing how to act when it could break him more easily than any blade or bullet that had opened his flesh. loving care that he has only known so deeply, so purely, with you; that tears open his chest and lets you reach into the deepest parts of him to do as you please.
taking in a deep breath that’s so full of you, his arms tighten around your middle until he’s worried he might snap you in half if he puts any more pressure behind it but you don’t complain or squeak out in discomfort. you only pull him in closer in return, one hand on his back and your other fingers tangling in his hair as you gently press him against your chest with his ear right over your steadily beating heart.
“it’s okay seph..” you speak so softly, more than he ever thought he deserved. so different than he had once dreamed of as a small child coming from his mother, the feeling bringing him unmeasurable solace. “i’ve got you.”
he doesn’t know how much time passes until his hold on you loosens when his tired body and even more exhausted mind get lost in your warmth and love but he doesn’t worry as he slips in and out of consciousness. you continue to hold him, repeating your promises, running your hand through his hair, keeping him safe from a force no amount of physical strength or power has been able to stop thus far.
only you, your gentleness, your love, had been strong enough to keep it away, even if only for the night. it had been so much more than he could ask for, more than he had ever been able to do by himself but that you did like it was the easiest thing in the world and as if it was your duty, your pleasure to do so.
perhaps one day they would even stop completely. one day when he can make the much better dream now playing behind his eyes a reality; his dream of keeping you safe in a normal life together. no shinra. no labs. no war or fighting. just you, his love, his angel, and forever getting to be by your side.
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Could I request some reverse comfort with pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth? He’s been through so much he deserves to feel loved 😭
Your Sephiroth fics are so cute they warm my heart!!
HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE 🩷 i'm so glad you've liked my writing for him, it means the world to me🥺🩷 i hope you like this one too! thank you for requesting<3
sephiroth x reader with no pronouns used
comforting seph after a nightmare
2:19
the shinra brand alarm clock on the nightstand glows in a muted blue among the moonlight of the bedroom but it wasn’t what you had expected to see when your tired eyes opened. sephiroth should have been there, the broadness of his body blocking the view of the clock while he held you in his arms. like it was every night you got to be together.
you aren’t sure what it is that woke you. you can’t recall the dream you were having or if you felt the bed dip when sephiroth seemingly slipped out of it. maybe it was both or neither or something else entirely; something you couldn’t explain logically but that was like your heart had known he needed you and was sure to jolt you awake.
whatever it was, you’re glad it did as you blink away the sleepiness of your eyes and sit up in bed, immediately seeing him at the edge of the mattress with his back to you. in the dim silver light his long hair looks ethereal, like tangible soft strands of starlight cascading down his bare back; his skin milky pale and delicate to the touch. years of discolored scars littered on his back, bullet wounds, sword slashes and burns, tells you others hadn’t thought so but it didn’t change how you saw him.
sephiroth doesn’t move or make any indication that he hears you when you crawl across the bed to reach him. outside the sheets the room is cold, the chill making your exposed arms and legs break out in goosebumps but you can feel his natural warmth the closer you get to him.
“seph?” your voice is barely a whisper in the quiet room but you’re sure even without his soldier hearing he would have heard you.
he doesn’t reply. doesn’t move.
gingerly you reach for him, placing the pads of your fingers between his shoulder blades and the hair that lays over it. you feel the tensing of his entire body at the sudden touch. gentle as it was, it seemed to break him from whatever thoughts or memories or dreams that he had been living in that woke him.
he says your name but something tells you it's for him more than for you, as if to tell himself you’re here and it’s okay. you can’t ignore how rough his voice is. “did i wake you?”
shuffling on your shins and knees to be closer to him, you wrap your arms around his middle and press your cheek against his back, shaking your head. “no, it’s okay.” a quiet moment passes with his heart hammering under your palms on his chest before tenderly, tentatively, you ask, “did you have a bad dream?”
nightmares were nothing new to sephiroth, you knew, despite how many he suffered alone but you never wanted that to be the case again. you’d dream them for him if possible, as scary as you worry they are. not that he would ever want or ask that of you but it’s not as if you could pluck them from his mind and replace them with something kinder, sweeter, while you took on the weight, no matter how much you wished you could. so you would have to settle for this, holding him, reminding him he is loved and isn’t alone. he never would be again.
he swallows and takes his first steady breath since before you began to hold him. when he speaks again, he sounds more like the sephiroth you know, with the lace of tenderness reserved only for you. “it’s late, let’s get you back to bed.” he lays his hand over yours, attempting to turn in your hold but you stay steady and don’t release your arms from around him.
of course he could escape if he really wanted to. quite easily too you have no doubt. his strength outmatched yours in every way but to sephiroth, you held his world in your palms; you are his ultimate weakness. there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you and there was no fighting the love and comfort in the weight of you pressed against his back and the way you bury your face in his hair.
“my love,” you coo as if you found what he said to be silly. nuzzling into him, you place a kiss along his spine, feeling him sigh under your lips, and speak softly against his skin. “i won't be able to sleep if i’m worried about you.”
that wasn’t something he could argue with or refute. he wouldn’t be able to either if the roles were reversed right now but he doesn’t want you to worry or lose your own sleep because of him. “i’ll be alright,” he says and he truly does believe it. every nightmare, every sleepless night, had come and gone no matter how horrible they were. this one would be no different.
except it would be because tonight you’re here.
“can i stay with you until you’re feeling better then?” you ask, still so gentle and kind, but not giving him a chance to try to coax you back into bed. you weren’t going to give up or give in so easily. you squeeze him tighter.
sephiroth leans back into you then, not enough to have you holding up even half of his weight but just so he could be fully in your embrace. letting himself need you, accept you, be vulnerable with you. “i’d like that.”
you smile against his skin and after a silent moment, much to his dismay, release him from your arms and start to move away from him but your touch doesn’t go far and instinctively he’s pulled back to you; your hand that brushes long silver bangs behind his ear so you can see his mako eyes and the dark circles beneath them, your other that grabs his hand and rubs soothing shapes over his still burning skin.
he leans into your palm on his cheek, lets his eyes flutter closed and your love wash over him while he grasps onto your hand like a life line in his gentle strength. finally his heart starts to slow, beat by beat trying to match your own that he feels under his fingers. the images he saw in his dreams are painted over with every gentle stroke of your touch and replaced with something so delicate and divine he almost dare not look lest his gaze ruin it but you wouldn’t let that happen and he would do anything you asked, fall to his knees in front of you if you said the word, kill for you, die for you, muster every bit of gentleness he once thought he wasn’t capable of just to hold you against him like you deserve, like you’re the most precious thing on the planet.
though at this moment, it seems to be him that’s being held like porcelain, looked after and cared as if it was priceless despite every crack and chip and missing piece he slowly relieved to you.
“c’mere,” you beckon with a pull of his hand and so easily he follows you back into bed, between your legs and into your welcoming arms. his weight is so comfortable on top of you.
sephiroth settles with his head against your chest and his arms tightly wrapped around your middle. at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, carding gently through the silky strands, he completely melts against you, your touch a soothing balm that seeps into his very soul but that tingles and burns in its own way.
it always had whenever you had touched him. the uncomfortableness of loving care that leaves him not knowing how to act when it could break him more easily than any blade or bullet that had opened his flesh. loving care that he has only known so deeply, so purely, with you; that tears open his chest and lets you reach into the deepest parts of him to do as you please.
taking in a deep breath that’s so full of you, his arms tighten around your middle until he’s worried he might snap you in half if he puts any more pressure behind it but you don’t complain or squeak out in discomfort. you only pull him in closer in return, one hand on his back and your other fingers tangling in his hair as you gently press him against your chest with his ear right over your steadily beating heart.
“it’s okay seph..” you speak so softly, more than he ever thought he deserved. so different than he had once dreamed of as a small child coming from his mother, the feeling bringing him unmeasurable solace. “i’ve got you.”
he doesn’t know how much time passes until his hold on you loosens when his tired body and even more exhausted mind get lost in your warmth and love but he doesn’t worry as he slips in and out of consciousness. you continue to hold him, repeating your promises, running your hand through his hair, keeping him safe from a force no amount of physical strength or power has been able to stop thus far.
only you, your gentleness, your love, had been strong enough to keep it away, even if only for the night. it had been so much more than he could ask for, more than he had ever been able to do by himself but that you did like it was the easiest thing in the world and as if it was your duty, your pleasure to do so.
perhaps one day they would even stop completely. one day when he can make the much better dream now playing behind his eyes a reality; his dream of keeping you safe in a normal life together. no shinra. no labs. no war or fighting. just you, his love, his angel, and forever getting to be by your side.
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Discipline
Ok guys so hear me out. Ardyn is our trash Jesus yes. But. Have you heard of Rufus Shinra? He is ridiculously hot. And we have to honor that. And that is what I intend to do.
With this... filth. Pure filth.
You've been warned. All chapters: Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3
Lesson 1
The door clicks shut behind you, then, another click. Locked?
You gaze around the room, the leather and mahogany, the marble pillars, the big windows giving a view of the upper plates of Midgar. The city below is almost balck, and in front of you, Rufus Shinra in a white suit, sitting on the corner of his desk, the top two buttons of his shirt casually opened, looking at you with a hint of amusement.
"Please, make yourself comfortable."
You have no idea why you're here. All you know is you were sent for, called in from the crowd by your boss, in the middle of those oh so boring but absolutely compulsory company parties Shinra loves to throw.
"Would you like a drink? Or have you had enough?" "Yes please," you clear your throat. "And may I also ask, what gives me the honor?"
Rufus turns to look over his shoulder as he picks up a crystal decanter, the liquid reflecting from the window as he pours.
"Oh, I thought I would give you the honor of offering to fulfill your wish." "My wish?" You try to think back on what you've wished for. A raise? A holiday? "Yes. If it's still a thing you wish for, or course." You chuckle. "I'm not quite sure..." "Let's see... To be bent over the desk of the vice president and be fucked, hard, I believe it was?"
Your heart drops to your stomach and you swallow, loud, nearly chocking. How did he hear that?! Did you write it in an email? No, you're certain you only whispered it. When you first saw him. You said he was tall and unfairly handsome and... but did you say that? Yeah, you did. Whispered it very quietly to your colleague at the event where you say the VP's speech for the first time. You think you were quiet. There's no way anyone could have heard it. You were tipsy, but not that tipsy...
"The walls have ears," he smiles, passing you a glass. You take it, silently cussing under your breath. "I'm so sorry, it was completely inappropriate." "Oh?" He sips his drink. "So you've changed your mind?"
You laugh, dropping your gaze. Suddenly it's way too hard to look at him. You don't quite know what to do with your drink, either, so you half sip it, then just play with the glass, swirling the liquid around.
"I'm... I..." "That's fine. You're free to go then." He gestures at the door.
Embarrassed, you nod, placing the glass next to him on the desk and whispering an apology, still avoiding his gaze. You make your way to the door, legs shaking from sheer shock.
"It's a shame," you hear him remark, still sitting on the desk behind you.
With your hand already on the door handle, you pause for a moment. You turn to look at him, now in turn twirling the liquid in his glass. He looks nonchalant, almost bored.
"Sir, are you playing with me?" "I don't know. Are we playing? I thought you said no."
You gasp, unwittingly. Could he be serious?
"Well what if... I said... yes?"
He takes a sip of his drink, putting it on the table and looks at you. A moment passes in silence, except for the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Your heart is pounding. Your mouth is dry. His eyes remain on you.
"Come here." His voice is soft, and the words make your spine tingle. You let go of the door handle, and like a puppy who's been scorned, return to him gingerly.
You pause a few feet away from him, and as he pats the space on the desk next to him, you move closer and sit on the edge. He turns to look at you and gently places his hand on top of yours. You peek at him from under your brow, unable to hide your smile. This is cute, you think, not quite what I expected. Taking your hand in his, he lifts it up to his lips. Gently, very softly he brushes the back of your hand against his lips, giving you little shivers.
Then, standing up, he moves to face you in front of the desk, his fingers now brushing your hair behind your ear. You stare at the open buttons on his shirt, his neck, his chin. He lifts your chin with his other hand and you close your eyes as his face comes close, so close you can feel his warm breath. He places his thumb on your chin, pulling your lower lip and you part your lips expecting to feel his touch yours at any moment.
He chuckles, pleased, as you feel his breath move away and down to the side of your neck. He takes in a deep breath.
"Your hair smells beautiful," he whispers just below your ear, and you breathe him in, in return, the smell of perfume and alcohol intoxicating you. You feel his knee pushing its way between your legs, and you allow it, slightly parting your legs and leaning back more on your arms. Suddenly his hand is massaging the underside of your breast, his hot breath tickling your neck, and then, a warm wetness as his tongue glides along your main artery, earning a little gasp from you.
Your chest moves up and down slower, and you feel fingers gliding up the inside of your leg, pausing just short of your underwear. Then, slowly, gently, they move on top of your panties, just barely touching, so softly, feeling the outside of your labia through the fabric. You know he can feel your arousal, you've been exposed. He laughs, his chuckle tickling your skin, and stands up straighter, moving his other hand to the back of your head, grabbing your hair a bit too firmly.
"So you do want it." "Yes."
He holds your head, his blue eyes staring straight at you from behind strands of blonde hair. His hand is commanding, holding your hair in a tight grip, while below, his fingertips tease you ever so softly, frustratingly so, making you ache.
"Say it." "Please." "No. Say what you want." You pause for a moment, gathering your courage. "Say it." His fingers glide over the wet fabric of your panties, pressing harder, but only for a moment as he takes the pleasure away again, and you moan. "Fuck me." "What's that?" "Please fuck me. Please."
Hearing you say it makes him smile. "You're bold. I like that." He looks you up and down, reveling in your request.
"But why should I give you what you want." His voice is low, and for a moment, you realize you're scared.
You don't have the time to process it though, as he grabs you by the waist and turns you around, pushing your upper body down on the desk.
"Bent over," he declares, positioning himself behind you. You long to feel him and push your ass against him, feeling his erection pressing against his pants. He chuckles as you desperately try to rub yourself against him, moving his hips further away, while still pressing your back against the desk.
"Maybe I should teach you a lesson in discipline." He lifts your dress, and proceeds to pull down your underwear.
"I can give you this," he continues, his two fingers sliding along your wet opening and over your clit, now pressing firmly, and a slow moan escapes your lips.
"Good. As long as you make it known how much you enjoy it, you can have more. Understood?" "Yes," you answer, a bit more quietly than you intended as your voice has escaped you. "I'm afraid that's not loud enough," he responds, withdrawing his hand. "No, please!" you cry out, and soon enough you're rewarded with the firm touch of his hand, rubbing against you. Not so cute anymore... but, better.
You don't want it to stop, so you make sure he hears every drop of pleasure you're experiencing as his hand moves up and down your area. You lean your forehead on the back of your wrist as you arch your back to give him more access, and he takes up the offer, sliding two fingers inside you. Deeper. You know what to do, and let our a cry of pleasure.
"Good girl, that's it." His fingers are deep inside you now, reaching close to your g-spot and rubbing with a slow but intensifying pace. You moan and whine constantly, scared that the pleasure might stop if not given the constant reassurance that you love it.
"I didn't know you were such a dirty girl," he continues, bringing a finger to gently tickle your anus as he fucks you with his other hand. You're dripping wet, drops rolling down your leg. Teasing around the rim of your anus, the tip of his finger slides in, aided by your own juices, and your muscles instantly tighten and grip around him. He forces his finger a bit further, and you're starting to feel a fullness, an intense pleasure as he takes control of your both openings. Everything is warm, round, full, pulsating. It's too intense, too much, too wonderful. He slides a third finger into your pussy and starts rubbing firmly against your spot.
"Now cum for me. Cum loudly."
He doesn't need to tell you again. You've barely held it together this long, and your whole body shakes violently, your knees buckling, drool falling on the desk, tears rolling out of your eyes as you let it all out, your cries, your juices, your utter surrender. Tears of pleasure turn into actual tears as emotions take you completely by surprise and your start sobbing, shaken to the core by the ecstasy you just experienced.
Rufus withdraws and watches you as he dries his hands on a white towel. You cover your mouth and try to hide the fact that you're crying, but do a poor job of it. The crying turns into laughter. You don't know what you're feeling, but it's magnificent.
After a moment of gathering yourself, you finally lift up from the desk to wobbly legs, and turn around to face him. He extends his hand, presenting your underwear. You take it, letting out a little chuckle.
"Thank you." "You're welcome."
You clear your throat and put on your underwear while he watches.
"Can I-" you're about to suggest you return the favor, but he cuts you short. "No need. We're done here."
You blink your eyes, surprised.
"We are?" He nods. "For now."
He steps closer and looks at your face to check that you're decent, then wipes the corner of your eye with his thumb.
"Makeup." His hand smells of you. It's crazy. What just happened?
You look at each other for a moment. Then, he moves to his desk and reaches under, pressing a button. Almost instantly the door to the office opens from the outside and the leader of the Turks steps in wearing his immaculate dark blue suit. Was he waiting outside?
"Please escort my guest back to the party" Rufus instructs him. "Sir," the Turk agrees with a slight bow, and gestures at you to lead the way.
You turn to look at Rufus one more time and he smiles, running his hand through his hair.
"Tseng will look after you. Now, please enjoy your evening."
"Sir," you nod, smiling, and make your way out of the room and to the elevators, suddenly painfully aware of how damp your underwear still is. If the Turk heard your little scene he certainly does not let it show. He bows at you politely and enters the elevator after you. He stands stoicly still as the doors close, until, half way down, he finally breaks the silence.
"Would you like to schedule your next meeting with the vice president?"