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Minors, DNI, Do not interact.

Okay so now that I finally know how to hyperlink things on here I can make a more organized master list of shit. It’s crazy what you can accomplish when you use your eyes.

This masterlist will consist of anything that's on going. As well as masterlists to anything finished/drabbles+hcs

Most of what I write is GN. Some nsfw is female!reader. I'll label what is gn for nsfw, but it's safe to assume everything else is gn.

GenesisxReaderxTseng + Angeal and Sephiroth x Reader:

Misconduct Chapter 1

Misconduct Chapter 2

Misconduct Chapter 3

Misconduct Misc:

Spoiler 1: The tub?

TsengxReader:

Dead LanguagesPart1 > rewriting entirely. Read at own risk. It's ass and the wrong version, didn't notice until I started part 2

Sephiroth x Reader:

Made For You Part 1 > part 2 will be done around the beginning of October

FF7-1 Hc's/Drabbles

FF8

Have we learned anything new from Tseng's background? Well, since I haven’t I’ve come up with this. I surely am not bilingual or anything and I couldn’t figure out just how to make my own little language (yet, I have to for another fic) so all of this is just yanno, english. Right before FF7 events, cause I don’t like little ponytail Tseng. GN as usual unless folks start getting overly freaky (not in this fic)

Title: Dead Languages

Description: about 2.5k words. After committing the silliest of crimes you catch the Turks' attention. Taking little to no time to catch you and bring you in for interrogation. The only problem is they have absolutely zero clue what you’re saying, until Tseng finally arrives. Staring at Tseng with absolute delight, relief washes over you. Part 2 will contain more detail about the conversation between the reader and Tseng. 

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To say Reno was pissed was an understatement, pacing back and forth behind Rude’s seated position in front of you. Elbows on the table, Rude’s head buried in his hands out of stress, sighing heavily once more. They’ve tried for hours to get you to talk. There’s just absolutely no way you’ve made it all the way to Midgar with no way of communicating with anyone. From the few words they could make out, they knew you were from Wutai. That and your appearance made that painfully obvious.

They’ve tried threatening you quite a few times, the eccentric duo getting fed up with your “games”, as they call it. Genuinely, you had no idea what they were saying, but boy, were they angry. The red head’s face was just as red as his hair and the bald guy. Well, he seemed more upset at the other suited man for screaming so much. They were certainly no less upset after a blonde man dressed in all white came into the room. Sitting across from you for not even ten minutes staring back at the two men in black saying something in a dismissive tone, then leaving. You couldn’t help but think everything about him was a bit strange. The blonde’s get up combined with the strangely obedient creature he had in tow.

Eventually, you were left alone, staring at the wall for what you felt like was an endless amount of time. After an additional hour went by, numerous people came in and spoke to you, well tried. Each of them speaking a different language you simply couldn’t understand. Growing more and more frustrated yourself, you couldn’t help but give up any attempts at communicating with anyone. Your anxiety gnawing at your mind as you realize you might never leave this room at the rate things were going, surrounded by all of these strange faces. Every person is either talking to you like you were a five year old or becoming frustrated with your lack of communication. At some point, it was no wonder you completely shut down. 

Alone. Again. In this tiny interrogation wall, rubbing your eyes before laying your head in your arms. To think that the trek from Wutai to Midgar was exhausting, “that was nothing in comparison to this shit,” You thought to yourself, deciding to do your best to enjoy the next couple of hours as you were waiting around for your next round of interpreters. You couldn’t quite understand why they were so intent on talking to you rather than locking you away. It was an all-around ridiculous situation to be quite frank, becoming obsessed with myths of beasts living inside of precious red orbs. You wanted nothing more than to obtain that power for yourself in an attempt to take over other nearby villages to save your own.

Coming from a small village where a majority of your people were dying off, the population was not able to multiply faster than what they were expiring. Sure, your goal may have been a form of tyranny, but hell, you were the only one even trying to push for the future. The objective was simple enough: bring back as many of these strange creatures, harness their power, and force the other villages to follow your traditions. It mattered not who you had to slaughter to make your dream happen. It seemed to be going surprisingly smooth, the Shinra building being surprisingly easy to break into. You were able to make it to the materia room and snag as many of the summon materia as you could after practically disfiguring one of the infantrymen and snagging his uniform to blend in. Only to be caught by Reno and Rude as you were making your way back down the ungodly amount of stairs that made up the side entrance.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts as the door was all but being kicked open by Rufus, evident that he, too, was fed up with trying to find a way to speak to you. Raising your head up to acknowledge those who have walked in. By this point, Rufus was ready to just lock you up or, worse, pass you off to Hojo. Of course, he had his other two suits in tow, Reno and Rude, both of them just staring at you with an almost pitiful expression. Thinking to yourself, “That was concerning.” They haven’t said much to you since coming into the room, talking amongst themselves instead. Probably pondering on what they were going to do with you. Watching the white clad man stand up, pulling a device out of his pocket and holding it to his face as he walks out of the room. He almost seemed relieved by whatever that interaction was. Leaning back in your chair, you simply stare at the two Turks, curious as to what would happen next but making no attempts to speak. 

A few moments pass by before Rufus enters again, this time with another man in black. Dark hair ran down his back, neatly pinned up so that not even a stray hair would fall into his face. Not even a wrinkle in sight. What really caught your attention, though, was his eyes. Beautiful honey like pools meeting your gaze, immediately perking up at the sight of his tilak. An action that did not go unnoticed by the others, as over the course of the day, you would hardly acknowledge them, maybe sparing a disapproving glance. You quickly utter a few words, which causes Tseng to do a double take. Very rarely was the Turk caught off guard, but he couldn't deny that hearing someone speak his language was surprising in itself. 

Your gaze never breaks from Tseng as you hear Rufus address him, “Oh? Is this a lost friend of yours?” Tseng pulls  the seat out from in front of you and gets comfortable, for once his movements showed just how perturbed he was by the situation. Trying to keep his voice steady as he responds to Rufus, “Not quite, but I could tell you they came from the same place as myself. Our language never expanded outside of several villages. A place called Mahitotsu, no outsiders were allowed in either, never allowing themselves to mingle with modern-day people. Most of them wouldn’t be able to read nor write in another language due to the permanent barrier they’ve put between themselves and the rest of the world. The villagers themselves are reluctant to even deal with their neighbors.”

With a nod of Rufus’ head, he gestures towards you as he speaks, “Well, figure out why they're here stealing from me.” Something Tseng too was very curious about, most information regarding Shinra or materia for that matter is practically nonexistent. Coupled with the fact that your small off grid village also knows nothing of the world outside of it. For you to trek from the depths of Wutai to get here must have called for a damned good reason. Opting to give you a more traditional welcome in hopes of making you more willing to tell him any information you may have, Tseng starts by taking his gloves off, extending his hand to you. Placing your hand in his, Tseng brings the other to rest soothingly on top of your own. Bringing a few questionable looks from everyone in the room, they’ve never seen this tactic before, and Reno was going to make it known. Regarding Tseng in a teasing voice, “I thought you were here to make them talk, not flirt.” 

“It’s simply a greeting.” Tseng retorts back, red daring to tint his cheeks. It’s been so long since he’s done this. Paired with the way you're staring at him almost makes him want to melt. Getting rid of those thoughts quickly, Tseng begins addressing you. Stating that he obviously knew where you came from, asking what brought you out here. How did you get out here? Not for a minute did he let your hand go as the interrogation went on for hours, not that you could complain. At some point, Rude couldn’t help but mention that it was an awfully long greeting as he stared at your connected hands. Sure, he could’ve let your hand go quite some time ago. A part of him just can’t help but to enjoy this.

Once Tseng received all of the information he could get out of you, looking to Rufus to summarize what was said. Giving Rufus your name as well as place of origin, “They’re looking to save our village, albeit it’s not the smartest plan, though for that particular region of the world it would work considering the lack of knowledge and resources. The goal seems to be using summons as a way to entrap all of the other surrounding off-grid villages, forcing them to abide by our customs, down to forcing them to forget their own language and convert to our own. The reason is that the village is roughly estimated to die off in the next century. They seem to think ruling by fear would be the best way of going about completing their goal.” 

Rufus taps his fingers along the table, resting his head in his hand as he looks from your conjoined hands back to meet Tseng’s eyes. “Right idea, though this should be used for something much bigger than a bunch of forgotten tribes. I’m impressed they’ve made it thus far.” Tseng can’t help but nod in agreement. It is quite the feat to have survived the journey here. Especially knowing there isn’t much known about the rest of the world where you reside. Once again, pulling Tseng out of his thoughts, Rufus throws an idea out, “If they can prove to be just as loyal and useful as yourself, I say we keep them. Obviously, you would be doing all of the training. Not to mention, they need to figure out how to communicate with the rest of society. Dare I say, I have a good feeling about this. Or you could let them know they can rot in one of Hojo’s pods. The choice is theirs.” 

Tseng gives your hand a gentle squeeze before explaining what your ultimatum consisted of. With a shake of your head, you tell him that if you can’t accomplish your goal that there isn't a point of going forward in life. Translating your words back to Rufus draws a deep scowl from him, considering your choice should have been clear. Tseng gives a light shrug, letting out a deep breath. He certainly didn’t want that to be your fate, but after trying to convince you to change your mind and join them, it was clear you weren’t going to budge. Giving Rufus an almost sad expression, doing his best to cover up how he felt about the series of events. “All they want is for our people to continue to thrive-”

Cutting Tseng off as Rufus can’t help but finally notice a specific word that Tseng keeps repeating, “Our?” A smirk spreads across the vice president's face, “You’re people are right here, Tseng. Though, I imagine you have some attachments left to your hometown. Am I wrong?” At that, Tseng breaks any eye contact, staring down at your hands as you bring your other hand to rest atop of his as you sense his tension. Still refusing to look at anyone as he speaks, “It would be a shame for that to be their fate in my eyes, yes. Though I’m sure I've been long forgotten about, there are still people one could say I care for.” 

“Then I have another proposition, this time something that could benefit you both and myself?” Rufus finishes with a questioning tone before carrying on, leaning back in his chair. “We can make merging these villages a reality. It would be easier done if we utilize our troops. Though I have no intentions of trying to spread a dying language, I by no means plan on getting rid of it either. We can leave them isolated as they have been after bringing them together, of course leaving a group of soldiers to keep watch, make sure everything goes according to plan. Anyone stationed there is going to learn how to speak…whatever it is, you all call it. Though this will result in the land becoming Shinra property, is that something you can deal with? We can work out the finer details later, but (Y/N) will work for us, and they will have to live here.” 

“It isn’t me that needs to consider this,” Tseng states before finally meeting your gaze once more. It’s debatable if taking over land in Wutai would start another war, but it doesn’t seem like Rufus plans on making a ruckus as Shinra takes over the land. At least not yet. Translating what Rufus had to offer, and this time, it manages to catch your attention. A frown crosses your features as he details the portion about residing in Midgar and having to learn a new language, but to his surprise, you don't mind Shinra’s occupation so much. More than likely, due to your severe ignorance in regards to what Shinra is capable of. Telling Tseng that as long as you can get your way, it was an arrangement you could live with.

This starts the journey for the next year, being forced to live with Tseng until you can navigate the world by yourself as well as becoming a trustworthy individual. The plans to take over (insert town name here) would also not come to fruition until your training was thoroughly complete. You have to prove yourself in order to pave the way for your goals, even if you fail to realize you're being taken advantage of. To everyone's surprise, Tseng wasn't too upset about the arrangement. Sure, living with a total stranger wasn't on his ‘to do’ list per se, but you had him completely and utterly captivated. Tseng's subconscious had every intention of getting closer and closer to you. Making sure to spend more time than necessary teaching you what different items were as well as teaching you how to communicate with everyone else. Though he loved talking to you the most in your native tongue, there was something so magical about how your voice rang out to him as you spoke. Maybe this living situation would prove to be far more beneficial than he thought, and it had nothing to do with your training. 

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I hate to cut it off abruptly but every other idea is going to be put into part 2. This seemed to be the most decent stopping point for me. Couldn’t get this out of my mind, as I tried writing other fics this idea just kept begging me to use it, so I shall. 

Tseng lowkey has attachment issues and falls in love easily, can't tell me otherwise and it's a hill I'll die on. He just tries to keep his mask on at all times, but I can see poor babies' tears right through that shit.

I'm not gonna get shit done until I unharden my coochie over Tseng.

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.

Having a relationship with Tseng would be difficult, especially in the beginning. He has no clue if he wants to keep you close or push you away, never really expressing himself. Tseng's going to drive himself insane keeping everything bottled up the way he does. Crazy really looks good on this man though. Dare I say, crazy looks the best on Tseng. It's the personality man.

SoftYandereTsengxReader

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If there was anything that left Tseng's mouth that you were absolutely tired of hearing, it was "I don't think this is going to work." Whenever there was the slightest turmoil in your relationship. Anything that was bringing him away from work in regard to you, Tseng would voice his doubts about a long-lasting relationship. The constant reminder of his uncertainty caused a part of you to agree, thinking that maybe your relationship wouldn't go anywhere.

You've asked him numerous times if he just wanted to cut ties, end all of this while it was still early. Each time, Tseng would seemingly ponder over the thought or not reply at all. Going about the day like normal, as though he didn't just stab you in the heart with his doubts. He wouldn't change how he would normally act towards you either. He'd still be his typical semi-sweet, but still aloof self. On top of that, it seemed to be impossible to tell how Tseng felt about you. Combined with hardly being able to tell if you had been getting closer to him. While you know plenty about him it was almost like you knew nothing at the same time. You've tried prying into his past but he's never told you a thing, opting to change the subject each time or conveniently having to take a call.

It was confusing. It was infuriating and so hurtful that eventually, you were the one to break things off. It wasn't like Tseng was making an attempt at keeping the relationship afloat. Tseng's cold words create a burning sensation in your chest, stating that it would be better this way, that he didn't really care to begin with. Even urging you to depart quickly. Never quite looking at you as he spoke, hell, he didn't even look at you as you broke up with him. Simply staring at everything but you, not even speaking as you gathered your things and left his home for the last time. You weren't sure what compelled you to, but before leaving you tell Tseng to not even bother talking to you unless it was work related. You didn't even want so much as a "how are you" from him.

Later that night, as you were settling into bed, you hear rapid knocking at your door. It was bordering psychotic and was unrelenting. Grabbing your gun as you head towards the front door, looking out the peephole to see Tseng.

You couldn't tell if you were relieved or pissed to see him, a mixture of both probably. Calling out to ask him why he's here. Tseng calmly telling you to let him in, that he wasn't taking no for an answer.

Maybe it was a little childish, telling Tseng that you would see him at work. Stating that you were sure whatever he wanted could simply wait. It wasn't fair that he got to show up here, demanding you about after what just happened. A moment of silence passes by, and you begin walking back to your bedroom. Whipping back around quickly as you hear him knocking again, this time annoyance lacing his tone. Not asking but threating that you let him in. His words causing you to scoff, telling him to "fuck off". It was Tseng's fault you didn't want to talk after all. The audacity Tseng had was outrageous. Coming over here right after telling you that your relationship meant nothing to him.

Tseng doesn't bother knocking again, instead walking away from your door and heading back to his car. You're certain you heard him say something, not quite sure what, you decide to brush it off. Another thing you can handle tomorrow, at least that's what you tell yourself. Readying yourself for bed once again, you can't help but feel a bit bad, maybe even foolish. It was obvious he was here because of you, but literally everything in our relationship only occurs on his terms. Something else you were growing tired of that Tseng didn't seem too keen on changing. For once just wanting something to go as you direct for once. Eventually your thoughts drifting you to sleep as you ponder if you made a mistake or not.

Tseng never really went anywhere, in fact all he did was circle around your neighborhood before parking outside of your home again. He's unsure what's forcing him to do this, maybe it's the overwhelming amount of emotion he does feel for you. Sure, he isn't the type to admit it, but he knows what he feels for you is real. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell you how much he loves you. He just doesn't know how, because on the inside he knows that his infatuation with you delves deeper what anyone could imagine.

He's already done so much in secret, tracking down any known ex's, making them silently fall off of the face of the planet. Anyone he's caught flirting or staring at you in a manner that made him the slightest bit uncomfortable? Also gone in a heartbeat. The man even has a copy of your house key, of course one that you didn't give him. He's snooped through every nook and cranny of your home so it's no wonder he found your spare key and had another made. Returning the original back to it's place in your nightstand. That's what got him into your home, waiting a couple of hours to ensure you went to sleep.

Silently making his way to your bedroom, stopping his trek as he stands at the edge of your bed, watching your sleeping form. To Tseng, he's sure he's been standing over you for at least an hour. Considering waking you but also not ready to deal with the repercussions that come along with pissing you off. Tseng is also entirely unsure how he's going to go about repairing your relationship, still not certain of the words he wants to say to you.

For now he'll choose to do what he always resorts to. Pretending everything is normal. Taking his clothes off until he was left in his boxers, folding them and neatly placing them on your dresser. Tseng makes his way to the other side of your bed, making sure not to wake you as he got comfortable.

He wouldn't go to sleep at all that night, staying up to watch you instead. Occasionally brushing a strand of hair out of your face, gently caressing your cheek as he whispers about you belonging to him. Telling you that you could absolutely, under any circumstance, never try to leave him again. Practicing the way saying "I love you" feels rolling off of his tongue. Yeah, he's saying all of this to you while you're asleep. Tseng's just trying to get practice in for when he has to deal with you in the morning. Keeping in mind to make it clear you would be going nowhere.

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Kinda funny that I've had a chunk of ideas for Seph but couldn't conjure anything up...until my focus ended up on Tseng again and he's taking his place right now.

Fluff?Tseng x Reader. You live together and you bring home a cat. Tseng is a certified cat dad.

You're on a mission together, and you come across a stray kitten. The cutest tuxedo cat, couldn't have been anything older than a couple of months. Covered in gunk and clearly far too thin, you couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor guy. Tseng noticing your attention drawn to the cat, and with a disapproving look, he grabs your arm, tugging you onward for your mission.

On your way out of the building you spot the cat again, allowing Tseng to get a few steps ahead of you, quickly stuffing the kitten under your dress shirt, tucking your shirt into place so it wouldn't fall out. Hurriedly buttoning up your blazer to try and hide the bulge of the kitten. Tseng, realizing you're falling behind, calling out for you to hurry so you can get on the helicopter.

As you settle into your seat, Tseng can't help but notice the way you're clutching yourself. Raising an eyebrow curiously as he examines you, asking “Why are you holding your stomach?”

Quickly making an attempt to cover up your little secret, you brush him off, telling him that you didn't feel good. Surprisingly, he shrugs it off. Maybe it was due to how loud the helicopter is. Maybe he even believed you.

The moment you arrived at the Shinra building, you quickly disappeared. Tseng somehow didn't even see you make your way from the helipad, assuming you went off to fill out a mission report. Though that's not at all what you did.

Tseng's surely going to be pissed when you never arrived at his office with a mission report. Instead, stopping at a store for cat supplies before going to your shared condo to make your new friend comfortable. After all, this was now your main priority, immediately bathing, feeding, and ensuring the kitten had water. Your new little fur baby was settling in perfectly. You could only hope that you wouldn't need to rehome the sweet fellow, Tseng made it clear that he doesn't care for pets very much. Stating that babysitting Darkstar on occasion was more than enough.

As you're curled up on the couch with the precious fluff ball, you hear the jingle of Tseng’s keys at the door. Pulling the kitten against you, attempting to cover it with the throw blanket you were snuggled into, watching with anticipation as he walked through the door.

You were spot on in reference to earlier’s assumption. He looked annoyed beyond belief, his voice matching his expression. “Where were you?” Taking a few steps closer to you as he began grilling you for your absence. “You know the routine, you're to fill out a report after every-”

Cutting himself off, Tseng raises an eyebrow as he notices the unmistakable squirming coming from under your blanket. Narrowing his eyes as he immediately realizes why you were so quick to scurry off. “You didn't.” Is all he could say, disbelief evident in his voice.

“I didn't what?” You ask almost too innocently as you clearly try to keep the kitten contained under the blanket. The kitten was surely winning, wriggling itself from your hands and falling from under the blanket onto the floor. An awkward silence following the reveal. Tseng stared at the tiny black and white baby now sitting on his living room floor, his eyes meeting yours again.

“You did.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tseng lets out a long sigh. Watching as the kitten trots over to him, sniffing his foot out of curiosity before rubbing against his leg. Stepping away from the cat in an attempt to halt any further affectionate behavior but failing as the kitten follows him. Rubbing against his leg once more, this time noting the motorboat like purring coming from the tiny vessel. No, no, he would not let the cat win.

Scooping the kitten up in one hand, Tseng holds it against him. There was no way he couldn't acknowledge the way its purring intensified as he held it. Frowning deeply as his eyes drifted from the kitten back to you, speaking with a stern tone. “I'm putting it back outside. You know how I feel about pets, nor did you even discuss this with me first.”

Instantly jumping up from your position on the couch, nearly tripping over the blanket in the process, you rush over to Tseng. A pleading look in your eyes as you put on your best puppy dog face, as you practically whine at him, “But it already likes you so much, you can't deny the purrs Tseng. You won't even have to lift a finger in regards to ‘em, I'll take complete care of it.”

Readjusting the cat in his hand, doing his best not to look at the cat as it nuzzles against his chest, the purring still intense even as he ponders getting rid of it. “No, I've said no a thousand times before, and now you've just brought something in without any sort of consideration. Who's going to watch it when we're gone on missions?”

“I’ve already looked into pet sitters, I actually found the most neat thing called a cat motel. I even found a cat tower that matches your taste and set up a vet appointment in the morning.” Rambling on and on about all of the plans you had to ensure the cat was well taken care of. Detailing why he can't just set a defenseless kitten outside. Tseng couldn’t find anything to dispute against you besides simply having told you no in the past.

Handing the kitten back to you, still giving you a disapproving stare, “You can keep it, but keep it away from my clothes, I don't want cat hair all over the place. Keep it off of any counters and tables, and lastly, make sure it doesn't destroy the furniture.” Pausing for a moment before sighing deeply, still not pleased by the presence of your new acquaintance, “Just make sure it's trained.” he muttered before going back to his rant about making sure you fill out reports on time.

Over the next few months, you can't miss how undeniably close Tseng got to the cat. By the end of the first week, he named the cat, stating that you were taking too long to give the cat a “full sense of belonging." Naming your little floofball Racecar, dubbing it RC for short. Claiming the name was perfect for such an energetic pet as it constantly had a severe case of the zoomies.

You'd catch him constantly curled up with the cat, either by his side or on his chest. RC would even sleep right above his head most nights. Once, you found Tseng slicing salmon and hand feeding the cat, inquiring how often he did that. To your delight, he responds with a sheepish smile, telling you that he does this “often enough.” He won't allow just anyone to watch Racecar, instead often picking Reno, Rude, or Elana for the task of catsitting. He gets very defensive about the cat. You have to show him physical evidence if RC does anything wrong or else he won't believe you. Because he claims it “never did anything bad around me.”

All in all, Tseng is a certified cat dad. Acting like he doesn't like the cat at first but quickly melting into the comfort of having one around. Realizing that it isn't so bad after all.

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Writing this random little thing as it's my 4th year anniversary for my precious babies Aerith and Roach. To think I could hide two cats was crazy work. I'll probably come up with something for my oldest cat's 12th year anniversary. Probably something FF8 related as she's named after Rinoa.

Misconduct- Chapter 1

Genesis, once again, is in trouble. As this is strike number three Genesis is set on a lengthy probationary period, a last resort Lazard sought out so Genesis wouldn’t face the proper disciplinary action. But monitoring, catching, and working with a criminal wasn’t what he was expecting, let alone falling in love with them. GenesisxReader and TsengxReader are the main pairings. Side pairings of AngealxReader and SephirothxReader, ofc AGS being gay amongst each other. slow burn and i mean painfully slow, a moderate amount of death, alcohol and drug use/mentions of death from drug use, criminal activity but we’re not getting too low down just low down enough. Tags will be added as I go. 

I wanted to at least write a good few chapters in advance before posting. I finally logged into ao3 and this will be updated there too.

3k ish?

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Slowly winding through the tunnels that wind throughout Mythril Mines, Genesis peers around the corner. Examining his surroundings he concludes that there is no danger, just another path that splits into two directions at the end of the clearing. Emerging from his hidden spot he takes a look at the scenery around him. The sight was breathtaking, shallow saltwater pools scattered across the mine’s ground with an ethereal blue glow emanating from the mythril protruding out of the walls and ground. Making sure to not get too wrapped up in his thoughts, Genesis makes his way to the split tunnels, silently wishing he had the opportunity to fully take in such a scene, Genesis turns to the rest of his team and motions for them to follow along.

It’s been a while since a mission Genesis felt was worth his time was thrown at him, this mission he felt was no different. “Eliminate the Mythril Screamer.” played Lazard’s voice mockingly in his head. The only thing Genesis does deem worth his time currently were due to it being a high priority target. Genesis knows this would add on nicely to his already golden record and that’s all that matters. Following the tunnel leading left he gives a distasteful glance back to his team, sure it was a high priority target but that didn’t mean he needed any assistance taking care of this beast, let alone it be two Third Class SOLDIER’s and an infantryman. It almost felt like an insult sending these no name cadets with him, he’s handled more than enough on his own anyways. Lately feeling like Shinra is just trying to keep a tighter leash around his neck, seemingly trying to keep better tabs on Genesis. Due to 

Stepping over the rubble left from the rock and mythril crumbling along with various pieces of metal from the old mine railway, one of the third class soldiers called for Genesis. “Sir, this looks like the same substance from the pictures.” Referring to the report they received at the missions briefing. Moving closer to examine the strange purple goo, Genesis agrees, “So it must be nearby then, finally.” The stench emanating from the strange matter causes Genesis to frown, postponing the small victory in his mind. Holding back a gag, he pulls himself together inwardly, eyes gravitating to another spot on the wall he begins to seek out more clues that the monster could be lingering somewhere near, spotting larger and larger stains of foul smelling gunk. 

Making their way further into the tunnel, the path starts transitioning from the muddy and rubble strewn state to a slimy texture, coating everything in the surrounding area. The ground squelches beneath their boots as they trudge forward, the floor and walls slightly glowing purple as they go deeper into the mines. By the time they reached the middle of the tunnel the surroundings drastically changed, darkness taking over the once lit area, save from the eerie glow illuminating from around them. Darius, the infantryman, began voicing his concerns to Genesis. “Commander Rhapsodos sir, are you sure we should carry forward?” Immediately cowering he stammers on, “I-It’s just our briefing didn’t describe anything like this, shouldn’t we report back, sir?” 

With a huff of annoyance Genesis turns to regard Darius, eyes scanning over the two Third Class SOLDIER’s as he bites back the urge to snap on Darius for questioning his motives. Taking on a calm yet malice laced tone Genesis says, ”We still haven’t found our target, we are directed to locate the monster at the very least. Are you too scared to fulfill your duties? You started shaking the moment we entered the mine, I doubt you’re capable of moving forward.” To say Genesis was irritated by Darius over the course of the day was an understatement. Having to urge him along the way a few times, it was painfully obvious that Darius was more than a little anxious. Changing his focus to the Third Classes, Garth and Thomas, Genesis scans over them briefly before giving out a new set of commands. “I want Garth and Darius to secure the entrance of this tunnel, wait for Thomas and I to get back from our investigation. We’ll be no longer than 30 minutes, if not return to the main entrance and request assistance.”

Thankful that he could come up with a way to get a couple of them out of his sight, Genesis and Thomas delve deeper into the tunnels, the stench becoming stronger as they go on, “a scent akin to a mix of Marboro’s bad breath.” Thomas joked, to his surprise Genesis gave a joking tone in response, “More like decaying flesh. Enjoy the luxury of not knowing what that smells like while you can.” Trying not to dwell on which was worse and inching closer to the wall, against Genesis’ better judgment, to get a better understanding of what he was looking at. “What the hell is this?” The rock and mythril that would normally make up the wall had been overtaken by what appeared to be a grayish flesh accommodated with the glowing purple goo. It was pulsing, veins running through the flesh like matter causing it to seem even more lively than it already was. Thomas glancing around as well takes notice that not only are the walls covered in the meat like matter but so is the ceiling and floor they’ve been walking on.

“Keep your guard up, the Screamer is likely to be closer to us than we think.” Genesis states before continuing to make his way to the end of the passage. As if on cue a guttural growl rings out from the end of the tunnel, cautiously making their way to the end, Genesis peeks his head around the corner spotting the beast. Standing in the middle of one of the mine's clearings stood the Mythril Screamer. Certainly bigger than they could’ve expected, looming well above them, and skin similar to the flesh like walls. It’s almost as though its skin was transparent with the way you can see the screamers veins, the striations of its muscle incredibly defined adding to the transparent appearance of the creature's skin. 

Stretching out its right arm to a massive shard of mythril the hand disappeared as its skin seemed to grow over it. The flesh-like matter they saw on the walls earlier quickly overtook the large piece of mythril, tendril-like appendages appearing and fully engulfing the fine mineral. Glancing down at the screamer's feet, Genesis realizes it seems entirely rooted to the fleshy ground surrounding it, but with this realization comes another. Looking around at the walls and ceiling he’s a bit disappointed in himself for not noticing sooner but now on edge as it registers in Genesis’ mind that they were possibly inside of a monster's nest. Turning to Thomas, Genesis decides it best to him go back to the others, “Thomas, I want you to meet back with the others. Go back to the entrance and wait there. Don’t bother calling for backup, Lazard wants this thing dead more than anything, so I’ll handle it. “Sir.” Despite Thomas’ better judgment he retreated, he wasn’t going to attempt picking a fight with Genesis, he’d like to move up in the ranks. 

Making sure Thomas got far enough down the tunnel, Genesis rushes the screamer, initiating battle. Taking down the beast didn’t seem to be so much of a problem, one powerful strike of his sword after another. It’s not as though it was moving from its spot, it truly was rooted to the ground, connected to the mass of flesh on the ground in a grotesque tangle of skin and veins. Pulling back to adjust his stance, Genesis plunges his sword through the beast's chest, forcing a strangled scream out of the monster. Quickly retracting his sword, slashing the screamer at its neck with an upward arc of Genesis’ rapier. Making an attempt to strike Genesis with its left arm was met with a graceful dodge and parry. Once again plunging his sword directly through its chest but discharging a blast of fire simultaneously, causing it to slump over. “Hell, it hardly moves and this was considered a main priority?” 

Catching movement on his left, Genesis quickly turned to spot the source, finding another screamer. Quite a bit smaller in scale compared to the other but capable of moving from its spot, immediately charging him. Not one to turn down a foe, Genesis lunges forward, thrusting his sword into its stomach. Retracting his sword and with a downwards strike taking off of one of its arms before it could attempt to strike him. Dealing a finishing blow with a fire spell, Genesis scans the room to ensure there’s no more enemies. He couldn't help but think about Darius’ words earlier, telling Genesis that this wasn’t explained during their briefing. “It certainly fucking  wasn’t”, not a single word that the Mythril Screamer could regenerate or reproduce, rapidly at that. Watching as they quickly formed from the feet up, appearing to generate from the extended flesh that spread from the larger screamer. 

Maybe it was a moment of weakness, not something Genesis would ever admit to, but the sight made him freeze. Watching how the screamers put themselves together, the way he could see their muscle and bone structure constructed before him was a freakish sight. Perhaps it was the rate at which they multiplied that made him pause, whichever the reason it was a mistake. In seconds he was surrounded, finally making an attempt to clear the monsters out but with each enemy defeated it seemed like they multiplied in even larger numbers. In an attempt to clear out a majority of the monsters to take down, Genesis casts quake, another mistake on his part. The spell being too powerful for the already unstable structure causing the portion of the mine to completely cave in.

That was all Genesis could remember of the mission as he sat in Lazard’s office for what felt like the millionth time in the past few months. However what made the last few occasions special was Genesis' lack of obedience, once again failing to acknowledge direct orders. Other occasions worked out in his favor, still receiving a stern talking to, but actual consequences? No way, not for Genesis Rhapsodos, well until today that is. Having signed write up form after write up form and spending numerous occasions going over what happened in the Mythril Mines, both on paper as well as vocally. 

“Are you listening?” Lazard looks frustrated, absolutely stressed would be more fitting. Leaning forward, arms resting against his desk, he gives Genesis a disappointed look, he felt like he was talking to a child. “This is serious Genesis, I’ve made the mistake of brushing over these little mishaps for far too long. You compromised your entire squad by not following orders this time.” Looking Genesis in the eyes he knew what was to come, the irritation was evident in his facial expression.

“If we’re being honest here, Director, I didn’t do anything wrong. I completed the mission did I not? Everything went as planned-“

Lazard cuts him off swiftly, “Went as planned? From splitting up your squad to ignoring the listed signs of when you should retreat, I wouldn’t refer to a single thing that’s been documented today as according to plan. Not to mention the entire portion stating the poor condition of the mines that seemed to have been entirely ignored. Where is the disconnect in your head that makes you fail to realize that you risked the lives of your entire squad and yourself,  for what cause? Because you thought you had complete control of the situation, right? You made a mess of those mines and now it's Shinra’s problem to deal with the clean up.”

The silence was deafening for a while, except for the sound of Genesis tapping his finger on the desk, appearing to have finally gotten his point across to Genesis, Lazard carries on. “You can’t be right all of the time Genesis.” Leaning back in his chair Lazard reaches into one of the drawers, pulling out another stack of papers causing Genesis to groan in response. 

Lazard almost wanted to smirk at his dismay, spreading numerous forms across the desk, “Don’t worry, these are the last forms you're going to sign over this. No arguments, just listen. You’re free to ask questions after I’m done explaining.” Sliding a couple of pages over to Genesis he continues, “Unless directed, you're not allowed to leave Midgar for the six months, this doesn’t prevent you from taking any missions at all. As you know there aren't typically any major tasks for SOLDIER around here, unless you’re interested in taking up a post around the city, though there should be no reason to do so.” 

Judging by the scowl on Genesis’ face progressively getting worse, Lazard was certain that wasn’t an option in his mind, though it would have to be if he’s told to do so. “However, there’s a mission General Affairs needs help with. In order to lighten the consequences in your favor, I offered them your services for a long term mission. You’ll be briefed on your assignment later.” taking a brief moment, testing to see if Genesis would have anything to say before carrying on 

“Next, you’ll be under going three weeks of safety training-”

“Safety training?!” Genesis exclaimed, it sounded outrageous. There was no way he needed any additional punishment. Genesis knew he would have to do his training with lower classes, and it was something he was not willing to do. 

Lazard cuts Genesis a scathing look, letting his outburst go. “You’re lucky it’s only three weeks of training rather than the six you were originally planned for, I don’t suppose I need to explain why you need to take those classes. The other few forms are to be signed as proof of disciplinary action. For the time being you’re relieved of most SOLDIER duties. This is to accommodate your mission with the Turks, you’ll be briefed by Tseng at 16:00 and you are to meet in his office. You’re now free to ask me any questions.” Wrapping up his quick explanation as Genesis signed the needed documents. 

Sliding the papers back to Lazard, Genesis takes up the opportunity to make a few remarks. “So, working with the Turks is my punishment? Kind of odd considering it seems like you all don’t want me in the field at all. I really could’ve used the vacation.” 

“It isn’t that we don’t want you in the field, Genesis we want you to operate within policy. This isn’t your first violation and it’s certainly one of the worst yet. Working with the Turks is not the punishment, the assignment itself is and until it’s complete you won’t be doing anything else.” 

Gathering up the papers Lazard sets them in the stack of other files containing the disaster of the last mission. “If there are no other questions for now you’re free to go until you have to meet with Tseng.”

Wordlessly standing up, with his usual dramatic flair, Genesis makes his way to the door, mulling over the events of the past week as he heads into the corridor. Immediately met with Angeal and Sephiroth, rolling his eyes, he opts to ignore them, walking past the duo without a word. Sephiroth and Angeal fall in line, trailing after him, each taking a side by Genesis. 

“So?” Angeal asked expectantly, only for Genesis to continue ignoring him. Determined to get to the elevator and tell them off, he speeds up, only to be intercepted by Sephiroth. That pissed Genesis off, the smug look on Sephiroth’s face as he stared down at him. The unwavering eye contact, hell even the way he crossed his arms. If Genesis could fully justify spitting in Sephiroth’s face he would. Attempting to swallow his irritation, he meets Sephiroth’s eyes, annoyance still seeping through his tone, “Don’t you two have anything better to do?” 

Sephiroth, ever the one to keep up their banter, responds quickly, cutting Angeal off from talking. “Not when I get to hear about your downfall, spill it. What did Lazard say?”

Giving Sephiroth a pointed glance for his comment, Angeal then turns his attention to Genesis, “Well, we are curious. You did say you would keep us updated.” 

Squeezing between the two, continuing his trek to the elevator, Genesis quickening his pace. Doing his best to not cause a scene by ignoring their questioning. The whole situation was already embarrassing, he certainly didn’t want to explain safety training to anybody. Let alone have anyone else over hear his business. It wasn’t like Genesis was entirely caught up on what he would be put up to during his probationary period. In fact he found it incredibly odd that he wasn’t briefed right then and there. Instead having to do what he could assume was some of the Turks’ dirty work. He could only imagine they were trying to keep him on an incredibly tight leash. Genesis wholeheartedly felt like this was unwarranted, some safety videos were one thing. Training? Working for another department? He destroyed a couple of rocks. Oh well. It didn’t need to go as far as keeping him bound to Midgar in his eyes.

Sephiroth immediately falls back in line behind Genesis, hot on his heels as Genesis makes it to his destination. Rapidly mashing the down button for the elevator. Frustration coursing through Genesis’ veins as Sephiroth pulls his hand away from the button, stating “It won’t make the elevator come any faster.” With what Genesis would call a shit eating grin on his face. 

Having no choice but to face his companions, Genesis turns to acknowledge them. “If I knew what was going on, I still wouldn’t want to tell you. You could at the very least have enough respect to wait until we’re in private.” It couldn’t have been a better time for the elevator to arrive, cutting off Genesis' on coming rant as he escaped into the elevator. Sending a Sephiroth a glare and demanding they not follow him as he angrily presses the button to the parking garage. 

Angeal couldn’t help but voice his thoughts to Sephiroth, “Do you really think the outcome was that bad?” 

With a shrug of his shoulders as Sephiroth’s gaze focuses on Angeal, “When is Genesis not over dramatic about anything. Everything’s probably just fine, he just hates criticism.” Angeal couldn’t help but agree, though choosing not to voice his opinions. Surely whatever Genesis was going through couldn’t be the end of the world.

FF7-1

Minors Do Not Interact. Just a masterlist to keep organized between what's drabbles/hc's.

TsengxReader:

SoftYandereTsengxReader

Cat Dad Tseng

Tseng x Gunsmith!Reader

Nsfw Getback is crazy

Nsfw-ish Tseng snoring hc

Nsfw Tseng eating pussy hc

Nsfw Tseng might be toxic hc

Tseng x Reader x Genesis:

"Team work" drabble nsfw

Tseng, Sephiroth, Zack:

Nsfw foot fetish hcs? Gn

AGSZC+Rufus/Tseng/Reno:

Free roam access to your home? HC’s

Angeal x Sephiroth x Reader:

Nsfw/noncon

Sephiroth x Reader:

Reader that loves to cook

SoftYandereHeadcanons

SoftYandere Drabble (it’s just forever)

Nsfw headcanons (series of cheek clapping)

Soft Yandere Drabble (your scent is different)

AGSZC+Hojo:

Reader that’s prone to migraines hcs(sorry no cloud here)

play fighting hcs

sitting on their laps hcs

HojoxReader:

The Collector Nsfw Gn

second favorite experiment nsfw

The process of elimination for how I'm going to complete Dead Languages is so hard cause I want reader to be a menace...but just how terrible do I want reader to be?

Okay. Okay. OKAY, WHY IS HIS NOSE SO CUTE?!?!

The eyes scream fuck me

Made this because of @demialwrites. My brain has been left on the 404 screen. I'd say read the link below first then come back.

https://www.tumblr.com/demialwrites/760464472415600641/because-i-was-thinking-about-the-hcs-you-wrote?source=share

Nsfw TsengxFemReader. Getback is crazy. Especially when Tseng could be so mean. It’s the next day and he still hasn’t let you cum. In fact, he left you entirely unfucked, and that just won’t do. 

Vanilla bondage

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It was hard work getting those cuffs on Tseng, his reflexes kicking in the minute you reached for his arm. That was okay, you were prepared to wrestle him over this. He nearly threw you over his desk in your struggle to bind his arms behind his back. Eventually, you’d acquire dominance after you fought him to the floor. Putting him in a guillotine choke where you were finally able to get one arm cuffed. 

Just one more.

Quickly maneuvering so you were so you were perfectly mounted onto his back making sure to keep his chest pressed into the ground. Using all of your strength to pull his other arm back, securing the cuff around his wrist. The minute you pulled away Tseng rose up, settling his weight on his heels as he remained on his knees. Glaring at you. Boy, did he look pissed, but he was being such a good boy as you pulled his cock out. Ceasing all complaints the minute your hands went to his belt. Of course he was already hard from your little skirmish and you couldn’t help but tell him how much of a slut he was as you stroked him teasingly.

Stripping down you lay yourself spread eagle in front of him, commanding that he close the distance in between you. If you weren’t wet already, the sight of him waddling towards you, so eagerly, on his knees would do it for you. Tseng’s dick pressing against your pussy, prodding at your opening beggingly. The look in his eyes mirroring his needy actions. Wasn’t that funny? The same one who refused to let you have a drop of pleasure is the one at your mercy now. It was almost disappointing that he’d get anything out of this. 

Guiding Tseng into you, verbally setting the pace. Telling him when to shallow his strokes or add depth. Directing him to speed up, and slow down. At this rate it had felt like he was fucking you for a lifetime. The moment you’d sense he was close to cuming you’d make him change his pace or stop entirely. It nearly made Tseng whine, it wasn’t fair, you came so much already. He couldn’t even touch you. Tseng can’t handle what he dishes out.

Finally granting him permission to fuck into you, Tseng’s pace immediately quickens. Sloppy and unsteady. He hates it when he loses control like this, desperately thrusting into you as he finishes inside of you with a breathy moan. 

It wasn’t punishment enough for him, but you got what you were looking for. Leaving him on the floor, handcuffed with his cock hanging out. He’s got himself out of cuffs before, you’re sure he’ll figure it out. Though there’s nothing he can do about the mess all over his suit. 

Kind of nsfw?

My brain literally won't function for anything that isn't Tseng. I've lost all cognitive brain function and can only hone in on the thought of riding him while gripping his silly little tie.

I also feel the need to say-

Tseng, who isn't loud while he fucks. Practically ever. But, you can always tell how much you wore him out by the way he snores. He's never too loud, normally ranging between a soft snore to a moderate volume. If he falls asleep on his back, he'll snore louder.

Claims that he doesn't snore at all. Which is kind of true. Until you've fucked him all night. Fuck him after a rather strenuous mission and you'll hear that man turn into a grizzly bear while he cuddles you.

Eventually, you get proof of Tseng’s snoring on video because he refuses to believe you. Presenting it to him as he was getting ready the following morning. "Oh. I guess you're right." Is all he can say, reaching for your phone to delete the evidence.

It's okay if he does. You can always fuck him to exhaustion to get your proof back.

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Came back to say he doesn't moan too much. but sometimes let's out this quiet whiny sound, and you have to question if that's actually him or not. Takes deep, shaky breaths. Chest heaving as he tries to contain himself.

This is the guy you want me to take seriously? Yea....okay

"My favorite way to start my day"

"What about me?"

"???????"

If anyone wanted idk

These also aren't my screenshots 🤣I can reference the 2000 pictures of Tseng I downloaded from someone. I'll share it any time I see it

**Nsfw**: but thought

How I picture Tseng eating pussy

Yes yes, there's a Twitter link. Gloves on though.

He definitely has a full on make out session in it though, mhm.

Okay goodnight.

Oh..right Nsfw. Ive been clinching my fist all morning trying to shut the absolutely fuck up. I have lost my battle. Anyways, this is about Tseng. Again.

I can't stop thinking about his tongue and how languidly it would dance across pussy before dipping his tongue in you. Tongue fucking you before going back to teasingly eating you out.

Leaves no fold unlicked. He certainly knows where the clit is, but he's determined taste all of you. He literally makes love to your pussy with his mouth.

He'll keep his hands on your thighs. Making sure your legs stay open so he has full access to you. Massaging, squeezing, or rubbing his hands along your inner thigh soothingly. His nonverbal way of guiding you through your orgasm. Continues his ministrations until your shaking, working on you well past your climax.

My next thought?

On occasion he'll move his hand. Tseng likes the way it feels when you squeeze his head tightly between your thighs. Shaking and frantically reaching for his head in an attempt to pull him away. He'll let you tug at his hair, but baby he's not going anywhere unless it's Tseng's decision.

Eye contact, let's not leave out how he stares right into your soul while he's eating you out before his eyes flutter closed and he looks throughly pleased by the taste of you.

I don't know why i know why, but thinking of Tseng’s cock itself. I like to imagine he's the perfect 6 inches, and it's girthy. I like to picture him as uncircumcised as well. Just like playing peekaboo with his dick in my mind. Also, when he's all excited, you can say, "Look who's come out to play."

Misconduct Chapter 2

2.6k For now this chapter is just needed information. The meeting between Tseng and Genesis. Over the next week I'll be adding a couple of other chapters.

“You’re late.”

It appears as though Genesis is already grating at Tseng’s nerves. The expression crossing Tseng’s features made it known he was far less than pleased by Genesis’ punctuality. Well lack thereof. The way Genesis sauntered in the room as though he had not a concern in the world. Sipping on a bottle of Banora White juice, truly not a care in the world. His eyes scanned across the room before meeting Tseng’s gaze. “At the very least, Tseng, you could have pulled a seat up for me.”

“I expect everyone who works under me to be punctual. There are no exceptions. Especially those I’m doing a favor for.” Tseng’s voice calm, and emphasized the ‘favor’ portion of his statement. He didn’t expect working with Genesis to be easy. Tseng knows, fully, how difficult working with Genesis could be. There wasn’t much of a choice after Rufus stated outright, he only wanted Tseng indirectly working on this assignment from here on out. It was impossible to take him away from this mission with the amount of information he’s gathered over the years. Rufus merely thought Tseng’s skills could be used in a more efficient manner, or so he claimed.

Wheeling one of the chairs from the desk in the center of the office, setting it in front of Tseng’s desk. As Genesis took his seat, setting his drink on the desk now before him, crossing his legs and leaning back in his seat as he regarded Tseng. “It was five minutes. Is there no grace period around here?”

Tseng genuinely struggled to prevent himself from rolling his eyes. Having his own rather rowdy crew to deal with, now the addition of Genesis. They had no choice but to rely on someone else, the other Turks failing to cover nearly the amount of ground in which Tseng was able to. Not even coming close, something Tseng couldn’t quite comprehend. In parallel it was completely reasonable, it took a special kind of skill to get close to their target. “There’s no such thing as a grace period in our line of work. If you’re not early, you are late. Even a few seconds can determine if you will succeed or fail.” A small smirk gracing Tseng’s face, “I don’t think I need to go into too much detail. You’ll hear all of this during your safety training.”

The smugness in Genesis’ features faltered for a moment, the jab at, what he felt like, was his pride immediately sparking irritation within him. “What role do you want me to play in your childish schemes? It looks like a desperate move to have an outsider do your work.” Genesis’ mind was filled with questions regarding why he had to pair up with the Turks. They’ve reached out to SOLDIER before for assistance on plenty of missions, but nothing long term.

Pulling out a rather large binder, setting it down before Genesis. “There’s a lot, so try to follow along the best you can.” Standing up, Tseng walks over to the wall mounted monitor behind his desk. Powering it on, the screen illuminates with a blue hue before transitioning to a powerpoint like screen, various charts appear spread about, “This is a quick overview of the sudden spike in crime through sectors one through three. Mostly violence and drug related crimes. Both seem to be going hand and hand as most of the perpetrators that have been brought in display similar symptoms that are causing them to lash out. After questioning many of them we found out they appear to be coming from a similar source, though we are positive there is a far larger source.” Using the remote to bring a new slide into view, a series of buildings. By the appearance of the storefront it was a small franchise, specializing in herbal remedies. A map, in the bottom left corner of the monitor, pinpointing the locations of each store. Noting that they franchise started with a store in sector three nearly five years ago. With two more locations opening up earlier in the year.

Putting two and two together, Genesis pieces together the correlation of the conversation at hand and the images of the businesses “Not to criticize your, oh so wonderfully structured government, but a ‘herbal supply’ does sound a bit obvious. So is it that surprising?” Genesis couldn’t resist his urge to comment, the very concept throwing red flags. Images of the inside of the store showed a very clean and organized environment, products placed neatly in glass cases on the side of each wall with a few shelves in the middle of the floor. Not a very large place at all, each store having a similar layout to another. “The decorations kind of scream ‘drugs’ may I add.”

Tseng could do without the interruptions but he couldn’t deny that Genesis was right. For the past half year they’ve taken to regularly sending in health inspectors which require testing of the product being sold. Unless the inspectors were in on whatever plans this franchise had, Tseng would assume they were innocent. However, that couldn’t be the case. “It is just a front, a way for them to do business discreetly. So far we don’t have any physical proof that these stores are truly attached to the spike in crime, they do a good job at keeping it all under wraps. We do, however, have a crack in their foundation. Not a very large one, but if you can get through to them, you might have a solid lead.”

As the slide transitioned Genesis couldn’t help the coy smile playing on his lips as he examined the image of you on the screen. A cheeky mugshot, smiling proudly as if you just won the jackpot. “This must be our little criminal. That is certainly a shame,” his eyes following along the screen, taking note of your preexisting criminal record. Scanning over the portion highlighting your record. “Violent little thing.” Noting the numerous assault related offenses. Another charge for distributing illegal substances along with weapon violations. “Certainly not an upstanding citizen of Midgar. You didn’t think to lock them away by now?”

“(y/n) (l/n). They have a way with Shinra’s legal system. Though, we keep rather close tabs on them due to her past affiliations in the slums, namely, Don Corneo.” Tseng, motioning to the binder that was set in front of Genesis. “Everything you need to know about their past is heavily documented. You need to be well informed with who you will be dealing with, so I suggest you do a bit of studying. They have a tendency to be incredibly elusive and have a persuasive way of talking or guiding people that are investigating them to redirect their attention elsewhere. Their mannerisms are also documented, you need to know exactly what to look for when you two speak. More than likely will resort to being deceitful within seconds, very guarded.”

“You know Tseng, if you’re already so knowledgeable on this case,” Genesis states matter of factly, pausing a moment before saying what’s on his mind. He’s certain none of the other Turks would be efficient enough to document so much detail about anyone or anything, “Why aren’t you covering it if you’re already so deeply acquainted?”

A question that makes Tseng visibly bristle, his body tensing at the intrusive question, otherwise giving away no indication that he was bothered. “I’m needed for more important tasks, I will still be working on this case. Albeit it’s from a distance, I’ll be your assistance. This task cannot be done by you alone. It will take a team effort. Though we could have tried resorting to our other Turks, they’re familiar with them and won’t cooperate. Someone else needs to get as close to them as I did. While not a perfect fit, you should do.”

While a little outdated, the information displayed had your last known address and pictures of the outside of the residence. Every entrance and window was detailed, down to how they opened. Images of your daily driver and the numerous license plates you were caught using appearing under the photo of your car. A mild look of surprise crossing Genesis’ features, his voice mirroring his disbelief. “I see this car every other morning. If they don’t live near me, they certainly frequent the area a lot.”

“Are you certain it’s the same car?”

“Drives like a total asshole? Unbearably loud motor, smells like it gives off more pollution than the reactors? Will nearly kill anyone just to be stuck at the red light with us?”

“Sounds about right.” Tseng can’t help the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. You were always a rowdy one, it didn’t matter what you were doing. Your fiery personality displays in every action you perform. “Next time you see this car, I want you to trail it. Keep a healthy distance, you have to remain undetectable. They will catch on pretty fast, if your presence is detected. If they opt to evade, you let it happen. You’ll be a new face to them, and that should instill a level of paranoia within their mind. That’s not what we want, not yet anyways.” Tseng knows all too well how you operate, this is why he makes this request. “They don’t frequent the same location regularly, always on a randomized schedule. Just a tactic used to throw anyone off. They have a typical day to day routine, each activity will swap times each day. I want you to find out if they’ve added anything new to their routine.”

Genesis can’t help the frown taking place on his face. Following you wouldn’t be a problem. Using his personal vehicle for work was a problem, especially putting one of his prized possessions at risk. Being a man of finer taste Genesis went out of his way to make sure his car was one of a kind. “Do I get a company car for this?”

Tseng truly didn’t want to entertain this question, yet he had to make it clear to Genesis that any order was to be fulfilled. No matter the circumstance, “You could be riding a bicycle and I fully expect you to pursue them. I will supply you with anything I see fit.” In short, it wasn’t a no. There wasn’t a need to change vehicles just yet. “Even seeing a new vehicle in their usual commute has caused them to change routes in the past. If you tip them off, we’ll discuss it.”

As Genesis flips through the binder of information, it seems like all of the information on you has been very well documented. The data goes as deep as your childhood. All of your previous addresses logged into a list, the numerous places they could find you in the slums, all of your associates and family members. The pages highlighting your time in Wall Market were the lengthiest. Starting out your path of self destruction with that area at fifteen. It was almost odd to Genesis how Shinra felt the need to monitor you so closely rather than arresting you and charging you properly for everything you’ve done. Maybe an inside source, thinking back to Tseng’s comment on how you ‘have a way with Shinra’s legal system.’

Allowing Genesis time to skim over your file. Tseng watches his face go through a small flurry of emotions. Mostly Genesis raising an eyebrow here and there, nodding his head and giving a disapproving grunt as he continued reading more about you.

It made sense to Genesis now, dealing with you truly was the punishment. While in his eyes he immediately saw a criminal that probably didn’t have a thought in their head, you were almost an expert when it came to organized crime. For the last two years it seems you haven’t been up to any trouble, nothing more than boring day to day data taken down. Your current employment at “Gaia's Elixir” herbal supply being one of the first jobs listed since your teenage years, starting around the same date the location in sector two opened. It makes sense to assume you were tied into these strange occurrences with the occupants of Midgar and the timing of your presence at your, for lack of better words, job. Your past heavily inclining you would continue your previous actions. Finally asking the question Genesis dreaded the most, uttering out in a resigned tone as he leaned back into his seat. “What do you need me to do?”

Tseng, reclaiming his seat across from Genesis, using one of the arm rests to prop his chin in his hand while giving a thoughtful look before straightening his posture. “I think it would be best to befriend them first. They’re more willing to do so if the person they would be acquainted with can do something for them. Your high rank within Shinra for example, something that could be taken advantage of. In theory you could help them get away with plenty of unlawful acts. I suggest meeting them in as casual of a way as possible. Outlined in the pages regarding their general affairs, you’ll find bars, restaurants, parks etcetera that I’ve known them to frequent. Time yourself accordingly and it can go in your favor. That’s your main objective for now. Next we’ll focus on pinning whatever charges we can gather on them so we can bring them in for questioning. Any other questions?”

He nearly wanted to mention the Turks usual interrogation tactics. Fully aware of how underhanded they could be about most of the cases they handle. Perhaps if the circumstances were different they would have brought you in and forced any information out of you. ‘Can’t take the same approach every time,’ Genesis thought to himself, unable to conjure up any questions to ask. Considering anything he would want to know seems to be right before him. “And when do I start?”

“Right now.” Pulling a PHS from his pocket, handing it over to Genesis as Tseng provides the final details, “This is to stay with you at all times. I’ll be tracking your location and will get notified whenever you begin moving. This is also your only way to contact me, the number is already saved. You’re also required to answer at all times. What you’re doing doesn’t matter. You are free to go now. Remember, the moment you see their car-”

“Follow them, I got it.” Genesis didn’t like hearing that in the slightest, his tone making it clear. To constantly be watched by Tseng couldn’t possibly be a good thing. His micromanaging ways would quickly wear down on Genesis nerves, almost positive Tseng would pay him random visits while working alongside him. The when and where Tseng would pop up was on Genesis’ mind. Pocketing the PHS as he got up from his seat, picking up the binder while making a mental note to keep it somewhere secure. To Tseng’s displeasure leaving the seat Genesis moved from its usual home left out of place.

Before Genesis could reach the door, Tseng’s voice rang out, “By the way, I’ll send over a copy of your safety training schedule. Luckily for you, it’s three days out of the week.” Watching as Genesis walked out of the door without a word. Tseng couldn’t help but sigh, envisioning how this mission would be carried out. His hopes weren’t high, but he knew as long as he worked with Genesis it had the potential to be completed.

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sidenote:Adding Tseng in last minute caused this story to change drastically, but I think it was for the better. Wanted to give more of an update but I'll be adding a couple of more chapters throughout the week. Also mid way through (I don't know why) started typing this out as though reader was female. If i missed any pronouns I didn't make gn please let me know. Though I called myself combing through it numerous times.

I knew that blonde son of a bitch was going to fuckin win

He's very breedable though so it's fine