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mrswint3rs · 4 months

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Their Fav Positions (just my personal hcs)

genre: smut

pairings- Rude, Reno, Tseng, Rufus Shinra x Fem! reader (separate)

NSFW WARNING:

contains- multiple sex positions, shower sex, pussy eating, edging, overstimulation, a bit of man handling 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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Rude the ‘stand and deliver’ position. He loves looking at your pleasured face, more than you know, but he gets self conscious about his own expressions. Rude prefers to keep his cool and collected demeanor. He gets embarrassed about being vocal so he tries to hold it back as much as possible, and with you bent over in front of him it makes it so you can’t see his scrunched up face as he stuffs you full. Holding your arms back to keep you standing when your knees start to give out from his hard and powerful thrusts. It gives him a sense of control, knowing that you need him to hold you. Knowing he makes you that weak. Plus, he just adores your ass. And once he gets really close to finishing, he tries to throw in a bit of dirty talk for you. His deep baritone of a voice coming out in a low growl, “Such a needy little thing, can’t even stand on your own.”

“That’s my girl, cum on my cock.”

“I’m not done with you yet. Stay with me, baby. Gonna fill you to the brim.”

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Reno isn’t particularly picky, but he loves starting by eating you out. He can’t explain why it gets him going so much, but it does every time without fail. Hearing your pretty whines and cries as he messily smacks and slurps up your drooling pussy. The way your thighs clench around his head, hand tangled in his red locks. The taste of you alone makes him feel feral. His arousal unbearable and seeking release, he can’t keep his hands off. Slowly fucking into his palm while his tongue explores every fold and corner of your cunt. It doesn’t take long for him to get close, the way you writhe and squirm. But he feels a need for you to finish together as one. Quickly rising to your level, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and turning you on your side. It gives the perfect angle for both of you. Bullying his cock into your depths he whimpers and groans like he’s losing himself. Your walls flutter against him as you start to reach climax. But then he stops, right before you’re about to burst.

“hold it. just a bit longer.”

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Tseng ‘the upstanding citizen’ position. Especially in the shower. Hooking his arms under your thighs, pinning you up to the shower wall, your tits resting against his chest. He loves everything about this position. Especially being able to look into your eyes while he fucks you silly. It’s adorable the way you cling onto him when he plunges into your tight entrance, your bodies both drenched and dripping water.

“I was looking forward to this all day at work,” he breathes, leaning in towards your face. “i missed you.” his head cocks to the side so you don’t bump noses, his lips finding yours. it’s rare for tseng to actually say and do affectionate things like that, but when he’s feeling this good, he doesn’t care how vulnerable he’s being, his true feelings just spill out. His breathy moans fill your mouth, as well as his tongue as it tangles with yours. The kiss grows more and more sloppy and heated as he feels his climax rapidly approaching. Letting out a soft cry of pleasure when it hits, cum spurting deep inside you, he stuffs it in as much as he can. But he can’t keep up for long in his weaker state, setting you down so he doesn’t drop you. His seed spills down your thighs and onto the shower floor. Another reason he loves shower sex, easy clean up.

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Rufus ‘the love seat’ position. With your back to his chest, you on his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed, he loves the control. He bounces you on his cock, repeatedly ramming into your cervix and groaning into the crook of your neck. Leaving love bites and kisses wherever he can reach. His arms wrapped around your waist, hand greedily rubbing at your clit regardless of you just cumming.

“C’mon, you can take it.” he coos.

“Be a good girl for me.”

“just endure, don’t cry sweetheart.”

He loves the way you tremble and squirm in his grasp, his overstimulation unwavering. He wouldn’t stop until you begged him to. Until you absolutely couldn’t take it anymore. He was aware of your limitations and wouldn’t disrespect you by exceeding them. Though he struggled to express it, he loved you far too much to do that.

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actuallysaiyan · 2 months

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Let Me Into Your Heart(Rufus Shinra x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, use of pet names, smoking, drinking, general lewd stuff, love confessions, promiscuity word count: 1.8k pairings: Rufus Shinra x Fem!Reader summary: you were hired to be Rufus' cocksleeve when times get tough and he's stressed, but he fell so hard for you...yet he feels disgusted to confess to you because of how he's treated you before a/n: this is for he lovely @beneathstarryskies!! I love you and I hope you enjoy!!!

Rufus does all he can to control and contain himself whenever he is around you. You’re like a siren, calling to him dangerously. Your perfume smells a little too sweet, it makes his pants a little too tight at times. Sometimes he has to find a private place to take care of the issue before it becomes even worse.

You were hired specifically as someone who helps him with his stress and his problems. You soothe his needs whenever he needs it, which seems to be a lot more than you realized. When you were approached for this job, you figured you’d be giving a bratty heir to the Shinra company some tips on breathing exercises and some yoga stretches. But Rufus showed you almost immediately that you belonged on his bed, ass up and face down. Despite the sexual nature of your job, you kept your own feelings locked up tightly.

And Rufus believed he was doing the same thing. He thought for sure he could keep himself from falling so deeply for you. You were just a cute little cocksleeve. Nothing more, nothing less. But the more you tried to help him with other issues in his life, and the more you listened to him as you two stayed cuddled in his bed, the more he became aware of the growing feelings. It wasn’t long before he was growing mad at the fact that he had fallen head over heels for you.

You had been hired to soothe his needs, and here you were, invading his every waking thought.

You’re just too sweet, and too beautiful. He believes sometimes you’re an angel sent down to heaven just for him. Someone who would truly understand him whenever he wasn’t feeling very cared for. When the world wanted to beat him over and over and he couldn’t find the strength to hold on for much longer, you were there to show him that things were going to be okay. Your gentle touches and sweet kisses were what kept him up at night. And they were driving him mad…mostly because he wasn’t supposed to feel this way about you.

At times, he begins to wonder if he’ll just end up like his father. Horny and whoring himself around to anyone. He tries to hook up with a few people to forget about you, but none of these women know how to make him feel warm and loved. None of them know what he likes in bed. You know how to get him off without even really trying. He’s just worried that he won’t be able to keep it in his pants if he can’t continue to have you. If he falls deeper for you, then he’s going to have to claim you.

But the more time he spends with you, the more he’s realizing he’s falling deeper and deeper. Rufus grows angrier because this was never supposed to happen. It was supposed to be casual sex and blowjobs under his desk. Never was it supposed to grow into a warmth in his heart where your name remains etched. Never was it supposed to be something so soft and blissful like this. And yet, he can’t deny it anymore. He’s in love with you and this both scares and soothes him.

One night after a particularly long and hard day at work, Rufus finds himself feeling so antsy. He’s scared to ask you to come over, because he thinks this might be the night he confesses to you. He’s not ready for that right now. He can’t just spit out his feelings to you. It terrifies him to think about telling you how he feels about you, only for you to stare at him, or to laugh…or worse to tell him you never want to see him ever again.

Despite you being the person that was hired to soothe his needs, Rufus feels a little off about asking you to take care of him. He doesn’t want to worry you, because he knows you will worry about him. You’ll show him kindness and care, and you will offer to probably make him dinner. The thought doesn’t sit right with him. You treat him like he’s your husband, but it just makes him feel even more dirty.

He sits in his penthouse, sipping on a mixed drink and he’s indulging in his one vice he hides from almost everyone. Plumes of smoke float around as he puffs on a cigar. Usually it would be a cigarette, but he needed something stronger tonight. Something to get his mind off the aching in his cock and the aching in his heart.

One hand holds the cigar while the other begins to palm his cock through his fancy dress pants. He’s thinking about asking you to come here, but with every thought of you being on your knees for him, the more he becomes disgusted with himself. He needs to figure out a better way to deal with him being pent up, but there’s nothing else he wants besides you.

He begins to scroll through his phone, looking for other women he could contact so that he could just have a quick fuck. But he keeps seeing your posts and your selfies, and it makes his cock twitch even more. He takes another drag from his cigar, then he stubs it out in the ashtray. He finishes off the drink, grimacing as the alcohol goes down roughly.

Eventually, he gets too frustrated with himself. He gets up from his seat on the balcony. Nothing is going to quench his thirst like you. Nothing will make him satisfied like you. He texts his driver to come pick him up so he can go to you.

The minute he’s out of the car in front of your place, there’s something that snaps within him. He begins banging on the door, loudly and hard. He needs you more than even he can comprehend at this point.

“Come on, I know you’re in there. Let me in!”

His voice surprises and excites you. He’s ready to show you just how much he loves you, but you really have no idea of his intentions. You figure he must just be over for a booty call. When you open the door, he’s pushing his way inside immediately. You see something deep in his eyes, and you notice just how much darker they are. You’re hit with the scent of his natural musk coupled with whiskey.

“Rufus, what—”

But you’re interrupted with his lips crashing down on yours. It feels so good to be kissed roughly by the man you had fallen in love with. What he never realized was that you had been battling your own inner demons about confessing to him. You figured he’d never want to fall in love with someone so plain and not from a rich family.

“You’re mine, you got it?” He growls in your ear as he begins leading you towards your room.

He’s only ever been here a few times, but every time that he’s here, he’s filled with love and comfort. It’s so warm and cozy in here, Everything bears your scent as well, which only seems to make him want to claim you even more. Once inside the bedroom, he’s pushing you onto the bed. You try to ask him what’s going on again, but he’s shushing you with a deep searing kiss.

“My pretty little baby,” he groans in your ear as he begins to grind against you. “You’ve been on my mind all day.”

Your eyes widen, “Really?”

He kisses you again, this one makes your head whirl. You know nobody can make you feel the way he does. His hands cup your face, pulling you in even closer. Your hands softly caress his back, making him grunt as you begin to massage his tense shoulders.

“How am I supposed to stay away?” he asks, his eyes so dark with lust.

“You don’t need to.”

And with that, you capture his lips with yours in a passionate kiss. He drinks you in, relishing in the way your tongue is so soft against his own. With able hands, he begins to undress you. You’re doing the same to him. Both of you too pent up to take your time. You need each other and you need each other now.

Once you’re undressed, Rufus takes a moment to take you all in. You’re so beautiful, so angelic. A goddess made specifically just for him. You let out a sweet whine when his fingers begin to play with your soaked folds. He loves how you’ve become so wet for him just from some making out.

“I tried to keep myself from you,” he confesses between heated kisses. “But I can’t anymore. I need you,”

You pant, “Take me. I’m all yours.”

He spreads your thighs, and his eyes are locked onto your beautiful glistening cunt. You reach over and begin stroking his aching cock, making him hiss through gritted teeth. He’s in heaven right now, and he knows it’s only going to get better from here.

Slowly, he slips into you. Inch by delicious inch begins to stretch you out. Your eyes roll back the minute he bottoms out. Your hands weakly reach out for him as you try to grind yourself. It’s all too much, you can already feel your walls beginning to contract around him,

Rufus leans in for a sweet kiss, and he knows he won’t last long either. Now or never, he’s going to tell you just how much he adores you. He begins rocking his hips slowly, surprising you both. You figured you’d be getting pounded into the mattress tonight, but Rufus needs you to be so close to him.

“How I have longed for you,” he murmurs against your sweat-slicked skin. “I love you, my angel.”

You gasp at his words. He thrusts deeply a few more times, making the coil in your tummy so tight. You barely have time to warn him that you’re coming undone when the dam breaks. You cling to him as he fucks himself deeper and harder, prolonging that blissfully sweet pleasure. You’re sobbing and moaning and mewling, just holding onto him as he gives you the most heavenly orgasm you’ve ever felt.

“Shit–” he grunts. “Can I? Can I cum inside?”

You nod, “Yes, please! Please!”

His hips stutter as his orgasm hits him like a freight train. It’s intense, throbbing and messy. Ropes of hot cum begin filling up your awaiting womb. You both move against one another, prolonging the sweetest orgasm you’ve ever had. Then slowly, you two stop and hold onto each other.

“I love you too, Rufus.”

And for the first time in a little while, he believes that things can be okay. Things can be okay because he has you.

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crisiscutie · 5 months

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Hello! I've longed been saddened by the lack of content for Rufus x reader on here and when I saw you wrote him I was excited! Could I please have Rufus with a small, snuggly darling that loves to sleep in unconventional places? Thank you and have a nice day ^w^

Sure, here's some headcanons.

Okay, you were definitely the reason why Rufus was late to some conferences. You tend to get sleepy on the drive or flights, and your sleepiness is CONTAGIOUS.

Your tendency to sleep in odd places led to him creating a game of where the hell you could be sleeping at when you're nowhere to be found. Even the Turks got in on it, since they're sometimes sent to retrieve you.

Don't ask how, but somehow you've managed to fall asleep while hiding in his trench coat during some important business meetings.

Despite that, he finds a way to keep them going even though you looked incredibly cute while snoozing away. Expect him to discreetly slide his hand under his trench coat to stroke your head occasionally.

And no one is gonna say a damn thing when he carries your petite body out of the room when the meetings are over. Kinda because they're already used to your weird sleeping antics.

He'd get a little antsy about you going into small spaces like cabinets because he couldn't go in there to cuddle with you.

He already pampers you, but expect for him to buy you luxurious blankets made from the finest silk to ensure your comfort while sleeping.

You almost missed his inauguration because your sleepiness struck you at the worst time, but thankfully, Tseng managed to bail you out.

Sometimes, yhe sudden silence in Rufus' office always makes Reno and Rude feel uneasy as they cautiously approach. They fear that they might interrupt a... "certain" moment between the two of you. Through, much to their relief, they often just find you and Rufus snuggling.

Rufus switches between being the big and little spoon, depending on how draining his busy day was. You're happy to adjust for him either way.

Sometimes, he will have to sneak into bed with you to sleep. Once he's in your embrace, he'll have a tough time getting out of bed in the morning.

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beneathstarryskies · 1 year

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Anytime, Anywhere Part Two (Feat. Rufus, Tseng, and Vincent)

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, public sex

Rufus Shinra

Rufus likes nothing more than to push boundaries and see just exactly how much he can get away with in any given situation.

Luckily for you, depending on how you look at it, one of his favorite pastimes is seeing how much he can push you to your limits. He’ll initiate sex at any given time or place, never failing to make you flustered.

At this point, you’ve grown to accept that Rufus will have his fun and you’re his chosen partner in crime.

The party is boring, you have to admit. It was just a big, elaborate ballroom packed to the ceiling with people who only showed up to kiss President Shinra’s feet and stay in his good graces. For the president, it was an ego-trip and nothing more. It was a bloated, boring display of hubris by a bunch of people with sticks up their asses.

You were watching Rufus closely, practically begging him to pull some of his usual mischief so you’d get a reprieve from this dull situation. As soon as he managed to get away from his father’s prying eyes, he did just that. He found you in your little hiding place at a table in the far corner, noticing you were about three drinks deep in your attempt to liven yourself up. The wicked look in his pale blue eyes made your skin flush more than all the drinks combined. He sits beside you and leans in close, a delicate and sweet kiss is placed on your cheek. It’s an innocent gesture to any onlookers, but it was a cover for the fact that his hand is already squeezing your thigh. His nimble fingers push the slit of your evening gown over so he can squeeze at the fat of your inner thigh.

“You look exquisite,” he smirks. “Good enough to eat.”

The honey dripping from his words makes you tremble with excitement. He places another kiss, this time behind you ear so he can whisper a meeting place for the two of you. Before you can argue with his choice of venue, he’s slipping off to disappear into the crowd. For a moment you consider not following him. He’s pulled this trick plenty of times, but the coat room seemed like a risk even for Rufus. After all, everytime someone arrives or leaves they’ll be using the room to collect their belongings.

“Fuck it,” you whisper to yourself as you get up from your seat. You make sure nobody is watching before you make your way to the coatroom. You knock twice slowly, then three times rapidly. The same signal the two of you have used for so long during these little escapades. Rufus opens the door just enough to pull you inside. You’ve barely managed to catch your breath when his lips crash against yours.

“Good little pet,” he whispers. “You never keep me waiting.”

Tseng

Tseng very often ignores his own needs for the sake of work. This makes being his partner rather frustrating at times. Your feelings for him are so strong, but he is quite stubborn when it comes to his work.

He is pretty stern with you, and he’ll never really initiate anything outside of the comfort of your shared home.

However, if you were to say surprise him at the office, he’d have a very difficult time turning you down even if he feels like it’s too risky.

It has been days since you’ve managed to get any alone time with Tseng. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but no matter how much you tried to get his attention he was steadfast in working. He’d even been mostly sleeping on the couch in his office, in short 20-minute phases. That’s why, when you were led to his office by Reno, he didn’t even notice the long trench coat you were wearing even though it was definitely new and not your usual style. He also didn’t notice when the door clicked as you locked it. In fact you hardly think he notices your presence at all until you’re leaning against his desk, ankles pristinely crossed to show off the nice black pumps you were wearing.

“Darling, I miss you,” you coo.

“I miss you too,” he says without looking up from the computer. “I’ve just been busy.”

“I know,” you pout and look down at your feet shyly. “Too busy for me.”

He clicks his tongue and if looks could kill then you’d be deceased. You actually feel your heart drop into your stomach.

“Did you come here just to make me feel guilty?”

“No, I actually have a surprise for you.”

His eyes narrow suspiciously, “What is it?”

You stand up straight and begin opening the trench coat. His lips part as your chest is exposed to reveal the pretty lace bodysuit you’re wearing. Slowly you slide the coat off your body. For a moment Tseng forgets where you are and what his position is. His cock stirs in his pants, and he can’t take his eyes off your gorgeous curves.

“I locked the door,” you smirk.

Something about those words made reality rush back to him all at once. He grabs your coat off the floor and hurried begins covering you up again. As he leans in to wrap it around your shoulders, you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him. You nip playfully at his bottom lip when you pull away.

“Please, I miss you so much,” you reach down to cup his cock through his pants and giggle when you feel how hard he already is just from the sight of you. “I know you want it too, baby.”

He hisses as you rub his erection, “Ten minutes.”

He moves quickly then, picking you up to place you on his desk. You spread your thighs so he can stand between them. You don’t even bother working on his tie or shirt. Your shaky hands go right to the belt around his waist, fumbling a little to open it. His fingers quickly open the buttons on the crotch of your body suit to expose your pussy to him. As he toys with your wet folds, a hunger appears in his eyes.

“Maybe make that 20.”

Vincent Valentine

Vincent met you unexpectedly as he wandered the world, doing what he could to help keep what remained of Midgar safe. It was when the remnants arrived to reclaimed Jenova, and you’d been injured. He did what he could to heal you, then expected you to be on your way…But you stayed by his side under the guise that you’d be safer with him than trying to make it home on your own.

Even after Sephiroth was once more defeated at the hands of Cloud, you’d still stuck around. He was secretly happy about it, but he never said as such to you.

The motivation to initiate something romantic arrived just as suddenly as you had. It wasn’t in public on purpose, but dammit he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He couldn’t stand it. He’d taken you to Edge to get some supplies, and it was painstaking to see you so in awe at the city. It had grown since the last time he was here, and the city had more to offer than it had. Shinra, or what remained of it, had truly built something special out of the ashes of Midgar. You’d remained with him at your own insistence, staying by his side as company even if at times he offered little of himself. Seeing you so excited to be in the hustle and bustle of the city made him nervous. It made him ponder going back to a life without you at his side, and the loneliness you’d helped cure in him despite not even knowing it. So often you’d quietly thanked him “for taking care of you” and he never really knew what you meant.

You were having fun, until you noticed Vincent decidedly wasn’t. He seemed even more sullen than usual. His face seemed sunken even lower in the collar of his cape. He’s walking a few paces behind you with his eyes fixed ahead. You slow your walk so he can catch up.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you ask. He only hums in response, never looking down at you. “Don’t be a sourpuss.”

“I’m not.”

You reach down to take his hand, a gesture he’s not at all used to, then pull him into the quietest alleyway you can find. He sighs as you cross your arms.

“If you wish to stay in the city, I have…friends who can help you,” he says. “You’re not bound to me.”

You laugh, “I know that. Vincent, I stay because I want to. I-I like being with you…I like you.”

He tries to hide the way his eyes widen and his cheeks burn. It doesn’t matter because you’re leaning in to kiss him softly, finally taking the chance you’ve wanted to for so long. You reach up to run your fingers through his long, dark hair. He tries not to succumb to the passion growing inside of him, but he can’t help himself from clinging to you and pulling you closer.

He would’ve much preferred that your first time making love wasn’t in a dirty alleyway, but after yearning for so long he can’t hold back any longer. He’s pressed close to you, kissing you and sighing with a peace he hasn’t known in so long.

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trinitvii-r · 1 month

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VP Squared - First Class Impressions

prologue | part i

(ffvii x reader

Genesis should’ve known anyone who got on well with Rufus Shinra would be a load of trouble. Sephiroth thinks it’s a funny turn of events that his friend is the one experiencing stress, rather than causing it.

Angeal’s just happy to be there, really.)

“Dibs,” is the first thing out of Genesis’ mouth as he walks into the conference room.

You know he was referring to you, but you don’t even spare him a glance before returning to your conversation with Rufus… to make it clear to everyone in the room that your VP is and will remain your main priority.

Behind the silly little red-coat-wearing-in-the-middle-of-damn-July man, Angeal looks rightfully embarrassed and is trying to drag the man away. Sephiroth chooses to ignore them both, and makes for his usual seat.

Undeterred, Genesis walks closer to you and stretches out his arm, pointer finger raised straight at you. “Dibs,” he repeats.

You and Rufus share a look for no longer than a second, and your VP immediately understands. He has an amused look on his face as he says, “Go ahead.”

You no longer mask the annoyance you feel as you spit out the words, “Piss off.”

Genesis squeaks out, “I— beg your pardon?!”

You turn away from him, and focus your attention to Rufus once more.

The blonde flicks you on the nose, and laughs at the pinched expression you make. “I would’ve thought you’d say the more colorful word.” Translation: I was hoping you’d say the more colorful word.

You fiddle with your cup of coffee, making a point to keep Genesis hanging, knowing damn well he’s still hovering. “I thought it may offend his delicate sensibilities.” Translation: You know what I mean.

Rufus snorts. As you drink your coffee, Rufus looks up at Genesis, and explains, “They just called you a little bitch.”

You may not have SOLDIER senses, but you swear you hear Sephiroth choke on his spit.

With a mild tone, you reprimand Rufus. “I said I think he’s a wuss.”

“Creative license.”

In unison, the two of you couldn’t resist to snicker. A sight that oddly further aggravates Genesis.

The Commander bites, “That’s it! Newbie, I’m gonna have a lot of fun breaking you in.”

Excuse me?

As you rake your eyes over Genesis’s form, you hear a voice somewhere else in the room ask, “Should I call Human Resources?”

Genesis looks half-murderous, and half-flirtatious as he smirks down at you.

You give him a cheshire grin and say, “Do your worst, Carrot-top.”

Sephiroth absolutely loses it.

Or at least by Sephiroth standards. The man is chuckling, and you could see his shoulders shake as he tries to rein in his mirth.

You pop him a finger gun à la Reno, and cheekily say, “Excited to work with you, General.”

Both Genesis and Angeal drop their mouths open in shock when Sephiroth gives a lazy mock salute, and says, “The feeling is mutual, rookie.”

You turn to Angeal, and give him a wink. “Same goes for you, Commander Hewley.”

A flustered Angeal murmurs, “Thanks. I’ll do my best.”

Genesis should have known you’d have no nice sentiments to spare for him. And he’s proven right when all he gets is a lousy, “You can drop dead for all I care, Red.”

Sephiroth excuses himself, and you could vaguely hear a deep laughter resounding in the hallway.

This is the scene President Shinra walks into, and he looks completely defeated. A triumphant grin forms on Rufus’ face.

All your posturing from earlier morning seems to have faded away, and now Genesis finds himself the sole subject of your attention. He gulps as you stare up at him with wide eyes, an almost enamored expression just for him… or at least his fireballs.

“That was so sick.”

Turning his nose up at you, and in a pathetic effort to hide the red dusting his cheeks, he answers, “What a crude way to address my talent.”

He’s surprised when you don’t respond with some quip. Instead, you whine, “C’mon, man. I’ve never even said that about Rufus with his guns.”

Filing away that tidbit about the Shinra brat, Genesis couldn’t help the giddiness he feels at your words. Not the words he would have preferred, but the sentiment certainly was there. Close enough. If throwing fireballs at dummies was what earned him your respect and admiration, then that’s what he’d do.

A part of him is terrified at his outright sense of urgency to impress you. He brushes the thought away when you grab onto his coat sleeve, and beg, “Please teach me, dude.”

Again, not his choice of words, but for now, dude will have to do.

“Rhapsodos, move! You’re blocking the view.”

The mood is instantly killed by the Shinra brat.

It starts off like this.

News gets passed around that you were assigned the Rufus babysitting gig.

Hand in hand with that, news gets passed around that you somehow made it into the SOLDIER program.

Along with that, the fact you threatened Heidegger with a knife. (A velocity edit of the security feed of the moment is the top retweeted and liked tweet of the day. A bubbly filter AMV of Rufus lowering your knife for you is second.)

It only gets weirder from there.

Sephiroth’s, Angeal’s, and Genesis’s fanclubs have wildly varying takes on what happened in the meeting. Ranging from funny — You apparently had some top secret Turks-esque information that Genesis’ beautiful auburn hair was actually dyed from a bright orange that he had always been self-conscious of, and that you had called him by a mean nickname (Carrot-top) that kids in his village used to bully him with, and ended with Genesis bursting into tears. — to oddly conspiratorial — You were investigating reactors with the Turks when you fell into a vat of pure mako, and that President Shinra had decided to officially make you SOLDIER as a coverup for the fuck-up. You apparently became so powerful that you were named Sephiroth’s Lieutenant General, and that had made Genesis cry.

Genesis being reduced to tears seems to be the thread holding all these rumors together.

By lunchtime, everyone and their mother had their own theories on The Situation.

Which was why Cadet Cloud Strife had to do a double take when he saw you following after Genesis Rhapsodos, followed by Rufus Shinra following after you, and Sephiroth following after Rufus Shinra.

What.

Cloud nearly dropped his soup in surprise.

As you passed, he could barely make out the words, “again” and “just one more.”

And if Cloud knew anything about the Shinra rumor mill, it’s that they would take those words and lewdly misinterpret them. He could already hear Janice from Accounting typing loudly on her phone. Great. He wouldn’t need to open his inbox to know he’d see yet another wildly smutty Genesis fan fiction disguised as a newsletter.

Screw Zack for signing him up for those fanclubs.

Even before you leave the canteen, the winning theory is that you and Genesis enter into a whirlwind romance burning hot like the fireballs he flings onto unsuspecting targets, but alas you are a free spirit who refuses to be tied down. This theory also ends with Genesis in tears.

Cloud notes with a hint of amusement that the sight of you stacking up your and Rufus’s plates and neatly disposing of the trash is the most babysitter-like thing you’ve done all day. You even clean up for Sephiroth who reacts with a slack jaw and the most bewildered expression, and Genesis who stares at you as though you’ve just told him the secrets of the universe. The redhead could almost be described as swooning when he thanks you profusely.

You simply look at the man as if he had grown two heads. After a beat, you smirk. “Alright, hot stuff. Take it easy for the rest of the day, yeah?” You nod subtly at Rufus, who takes it as his cue to stand up, and says his farewells to the other two.

As the two of you make your way out the canteen, this bit of conversation once again throws everyone into a frenzy:

“Still think he’s a wuss?”

“Yeah, but not when he’s swinging that thing around.”

That thing in question was fireballs, but the rest of Shinra didn’t know that.

Definitely not it.

Anything but that.

When Lazard the Bastard told you you’d have to pay your dues as the newest SOLDIER, you did not expect it to be that.

“Well, what did you expect? The rest of them were cadets first. I can’t just hand everything to you.”

You tried the Rufus excuse, but Lazard brushes off your concerns. “I can assign a First on him for a couple hours.”

Like he heard you, Rufus looks up from his phone, and gives you a nod and a smile.

Gods. Right when you wanted Rufus to be a brat and demand his way, suddenly now he’s all goody.

With a scowl, you tell Lazard, “Let’s get this over with.”

Blood everywhere.

Gross.

Oh, and Angeal’s here too.

Nice.

“What’s up?”

Angeal had to admit. For someone who’s elbows deep into cleaning bloody blades, you sure had a draw to you as you hum some kind of melody. He wordlessly sits next to you, and wipes down the first weapon he could get his hands on.

A half hour later, he gets the feeling that you’ve got quite the mouth on you. Though, he’s seen you behave more casually with the other Turks plenty of times, and sometimes with Rufus himself, it’s a bit jarring to be on the receiving end of it.

“—Not gonna lie — but don’t you dare tell anyone else — if Rufus didn’t have those photos on him, and he had to get an actual SOLDIER babysitter, I would have preferred you.”

‘Wait. What.’ Clearly, Angeal was a bit distracted by how efficiently you can clean blood that he had neglected to hear some damning information on how you may have gotten this new gig. Oh well. He can try chatting with you another time. Besides, your new position would only make you more accessible to him.

Heaving a sigh, and resting your bloody knuckles on your hips, you give Angeal a grin. “Wanna hide these rags under Genesis’ bed?”

As if you even need to ask.

When Rufus drags you by the back of your collar like a cat out of Genesis’ private quarters, he can already tell this scene is only going to cause more chaos.

A wide grin fights its way to his face.

He had made the right call for his personal SOLDIER.

#final fantasy x reader #final fantasy vii #sephiroth x reader #genesis rhapsodos x reader #angeal hewley x reader #rufus shinra x reader #we are working our way thru the characters babes #as a sapphic i am distraught that i am still not able to write the women in just yet

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breath0ftheglacian · 5 months

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Discipline

Yeah I'm just gonna get this out of my system. Long live Rufus Shinra. Remember this is pure filth and NSFW. All chapters: Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3

Lesson 2

You stand in the middle of the room, Rufus Shinra positioned across, behind his mahogany desk, gently resting his chin on his arm. "You came." You shrug. "You called."

It's been some weeks, maybe three, since your previous and only encounter with the vice president. Yet not a day has passed where it hasn't been on your mind, like a permanent stain that you can't get rid of no matter how much you scrub. His hand marks all over your body, his voice telling you dirty things.

You only got the word last night. A call from Tseng of the Turks, out of the blue, with very brief instructions. The VP wants to see you tomorrow. Wear something nice.

Despite his polite manner, there is something crooked, something unnatural in how he sees you in and out of the VP's office. He walks just a few steps in front of you, leading you to his boss. Yet you did as you were told. You chose a set of lingerie just for him. The stockings, your favourite dress. Like some high class prostitute, you couldn't help thinking, and as the door shut behind you with that familiar click, you felt a quiet rebellion rising within you. Why should it only be on your terms?

A small grunt emerges from the corner of the room, and you see a large black creature adjusting itself as it lays its head on its muscular paws, mirroring its owner. An undeniably powerful looking dog. Or is it a cat? You can't quite tell.

"Darkstar." Rufus introduces his companion, and the creature slightly lifts its gaze. "She's a darling, really."

"I'm sure."

Your eyes drift back to Rufus, and land on the single object he's placed in the middle of his otherwise cleared desk. A collar, not dissimilar to the one the creature is wearing. Black leather, silver chain.

"And this, is it for me?" you ask, nodding at the collar. "It's for a pet."

Your eyes lock. A thought flashes through your mind, a brave impulse. You could...

It seems he read your mind, as you stumble forward and reach for the collar at the same time. He traps your hand under his. Thinking quick, you manage to snatch the chain and swiftly pull the item for yourself.

"I win."

Rufus stares you down. You're not sure what this means, but you're holding the symbol of dominance in your hands. He doesn't speak. You hold his gaze, unwavering. You've decided to stand your ground.

Finally, he lets out a little "hmph," and with a little rub of his lip, proceeds to take off his suit jacket, carefully placing it on the back of his chair. You watch him, still unsure of what's to follow. Then, opening the cuffs of his shirt, he rolls the black sleeves up to his elbows. He opens the top two buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric away from his neck, and looks at you as if to ask, what are you going to do?

You take a deep breath and straighten your back. "Get on your knees," you demand.

He moves closer, and you're sure you're about to be punished. This time though, you're not scared to look him in the eye, like a beast challenging an intruder, expressing dominance. To your surprise, he stops in front of you and drops to his knees. "I knew you were going to be fun."

"Hah," you manage to respond, shocked at what's actually happening. He looks up at the collar in your hands, then you. You take the collar to his neck and he lets you put it on, waiting patiently for you to finish as you try to be as gentle as you can. Once you've buckled the collar, you pull the chain tight and lean against the desk, pulling him closer to you.

The black creature rouses in the corner of the room and lets out a low but distinct growl - a warning.

"D, it's ok," Rufus lifts his hand and with that, the beast is tamed, laying its head down again. Suddenly it hits you. You're in control. He's submitting. Something wild takes over you. You slap him on the cheek.

"Did I give you permission to talk?"

His eyes widen in disbelief as he processes what you've just done. Then, a deep breath.

"Harder." "Excuse me?" You can't believe what you're hearing. "You have to do it har--" He's interrupted by another slap from you, this time harder, as per his request. "Is that better?"

You slap him again, even harder. Your hand stings. His cheek is red, his breathing growing heavy. He looks up and gives you a little nod. You run your hand through his hair and he keeps his blue eyes on you, waiting for your command.

"You told me to wear something nice," you say softly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek where you landed your blow. "I picked this out for you."

You slowly roll up the hem of your dress, revealing the rim of the stockings, the suspenders, the laced underwear. He watches you as you bring the dress to your waist.

"Do you like it?" He nods gently, looking up at you again. "Why don't you show me how much you like it," you say with a playful tinge, giving the chain a little tug.

He moves closer to you and lifts his hands to the outside of your thighs. Looking up, he checks if you're ok with this.

"Yeah," you whisper.

He brings his face to your hips and takes a deep breath. You run your hand through his hair again, as he rubs his nose against your underwear, breathing you in, slowly, intently. A soft sigh escapes your lips. He presses a kiss on the flowery embroidered underwear as his hands move to grab your ass, squeezing you firmly. Another sigh. You're both breathing in time, heavy, hungry.

His finger traces along the rim of your panties, then moves them aside to make way to his lips, pressing kisses around, everywhere, moving dangerously close to your most sensitive area. He looks up at you, and with a little smug smile, closes his eyes as he lets his tongue slide in between your legs, lapping up, up, up towards your clitoris.

You instantly let out a moan. You know the rules - he wants to hear it, and you want to give him the reward. He's making you hot, wet, way too aroused way too quickly. He grabs your ass harder and you start to move your hips in time with his tongue. You feel your whole body tense, the hair stand up in your neck, your nipples harden, your fingers grabbing his hair. This could come to and end very soon, but it would be too soon, too hasty.

"Wait," you whimper. "Stop."

He doesn't.

"Stop," you demand, louder, as he tries to slide his tongue inside you. It takes every ounce of self control for you not to cum right then. Grabbing his head with both hands, you push his face away as he pauses to catch his breath, his lips glistening from your juices. You stare at him, painful, throbbing pulsating between your legs.

"Bad, bad pet," you pant. He licks his lips, waiting for your next command. You survey around the room. "The chair," you decide. "Sit in your chair."

He does as he's told and you instantly climb over him, starting to undo his pants. His hands join in to help you. Together you manage to fumble the buttons open and pull down his underwear, revealing his cock, already fully hard. You wrap your fingers around the shaft, and this time it's him that lets out a slow moan. You can't help but smile, feeling up his size, gliding your hand up and down as he looks at you, eyes burning with need.

Lifting your hips, you position yourself on top, bringing his tip to gently touch your moist opening, leaning over to place a kiss on his temple.

"Since you were so bad," you whisper, slowly sliding down, taking all of him inside you, "I will have my fun, and cum all over you. And you will watch, and hold yourself together. Understood?"

You turn your gaze to meet his, and he nods again in agreement, giving you a little smirk. Is this what he wanted all along? You don't care. You're drunk on your power, intoxicated by calling the shots. You start to grind yourself against him, his cock pushing against your walls. Not quite the spot, almost, you readjust yourself. And there it is. His shaft is pushing against that spot inside you, the waves of pleasure start coming, first slowly, then more consuming, and you lose yourself in the rhythm. He watches you in awe, letting out little gasps, doing his best not to get too lost in your slow dance.

You pull on the chain and crash your lips against his as you feel yourself get tight around him, so tight it almost hurts to move, but you have to, you're compelled by the pleasure. You moan loudly into his mouth as you allow yourself to finally experience the full orgasm, sending little jolts across your body, leaving you dizzy with delight. One more little twitch, then, stillness.

As you come down from the high, you shift your hips and feel him inside you. Still hard, waiting patiently. You let out a little laugh and he chuckles with you.

"Wow," he whispers. "What would my pet like now?" you ask.

He pauses to think for a moment. "I want to fuck you until you cum again."

You find yourself on all fours in front of his desk, spreading your knees on his fancy rug. He enters you from behind, with a powerful thrust, and you cry out again, fulfilling your side of the agreement. He fucks, you scream. He doesn't waste time being gentle, and you drop your upper body to the floor, pushing your ass agains his cock as he pounds you, harder, faster. He grabs your hair and leans in closer, reclaiming his position as the master.

"I love being your pet," he speaks in a low voice, sending electricity up your spine, "I love it even more when you think you can get away with it." He drives his cock into you, commanding, sweat dripping everywhere. Your skins stick together, sticky, sweaty, soaked. It's rough, animalistic, utterly vulgar, and still, somehow, it's not enough.

"I can't," you cry out from sheer exhaustion. You're so close, so desperate to get another release, yet somehow it's eluding you. "You can." He reaches his hand down, fingers finding your clit, and starts to work at the same pace he's pushing inside you. It's enough. "Can I cum?" you whine as you already start to, clear liquid gushing from your entrance and dripping all over your legs, his legs, the rug. It's the first time you've ever experienced anything like this. "Oh you dirty girl," he sighs, and with a few last forceful thrusts, joins you in the elation, releasing his seed inside you, his juices mixing with yours.

You collapse on the rug and he follows you all the way down, burying his face in your hair as he rides the final waves of his orgasm.

It's a few minutes before you finally have the energy to roll around onto your back. Rufus sits up on the rug next to you, looking down at the chain that hangs from the collar, still around his neck. You wrap your index finger around the chain and play with it as you look at each other, neither of you finding the words to say, or perhaps not needing to. Suddenly you remember something, and let out a giggle.

"Is he waiting? Behind the door?" "Tseng?" "Mhm." "Why? Would you like me to invite him to join us?" You laugh out loud, but Rufus just smiles at you. "I don't know... maybe that would be exciting." "I'll ask him." You laugh again, pushing yourself up to sitting, while Rufus finally decides to free himself from the collar. "Are you hungry?" he asks, pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt in. "I know a place just two blocks from here. We can take D for a walk, too." The beast snores quietly in the corner, relaxed and fast asleep, seemingly completely undisturbed by your carnal games.

#rufus shinra x reader #rufus shinra #ffvii x reader #x reader #tseng of the turks

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leeus-writing · 2 years

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Master List 2020-2022

Please find below my Master list 2020-2022, This is a very very long list.

For Master List 2023 onwards see HERE!

Fan Fictions:

That Dammed Goose!* Those Dammed Geese

Bad things Happen - Nsfw

Goddess - Nsfw

Enemy - Nsfw

ShinRa HR Reports

The Marriage - NSFW TWs

Union - Nsfw

Meteor Falls - Nsfw

Holiday Specials

Reno

Halloween:

Reno’s Secret - NSFW

Puppy Eyes

Castle - NSFW

Treat of a Night

Lost in a Maze - NSFW

Spirit night Care

Winter

I missed you - OC - NSFW

A gift for you - NSFW

Holding you Close and Warm - NSFW

Fire Passion - Nsfw

Vincent

Halloween:

Thorns -NSFW

Destroy what's inside me - NSFW

Winter

A perfect Night - NSFW

Home

Not to Cold - NSFW

Cloud

Halloween:

Haunted - NSFW

Alluring - NSFW

Night time Hunts - Cloud - NSFW

A loss - Cloud

Winter

Look at the Stars

Sephiroth

Halloween:

An Unexpected Night

Demons

The Queen of Cats - NSFW

In the Shadows

Man in the Mirror - NSFW

Tricks

A Loss - Sephiroth

Vampires of SOLDIER

Winter

Meeting you again

You’re Back - NSFW

Holiday away - Part 1

Holiday away - Part 2 NSFW

Zack

Winter

Frosty Touch

Snow

Halloween

Haunted House

Nighttime Hunts - Zack - NSFW

A loss - Zack

~ Misc:

Barret: Affections

All: Siren

Sephiroth, Reno, Zack and Cloud: Hard Work - NSFW

Sephiroth, Zack and Cloud: Music

Sephiroth, Zack, Cloud and Vincent: Meeting the family

Roche: Relationship with a Biker

Sephiroth and Vincent - I love you

Roche and Vincent: Romance

Cloud and Sephiroth: Just Pick One

Cross over with FFXV - Oracle

2020 Requests

Reno - 2020 Posts

Headcanons:

Clingy Partner

S/O with Short Hair

NSFW Headcanons

New baby related: His New Born And New Fathers

Over Worked

Tourette’s

Arguments

Loving Care

A Size

The Bosses Sister

First Time ~ NSFW

Your Crush

Expecting

Ideal

Tie Him up - NSWF

Choice

One-shots:

Play Red had logged in - Nsfw

The Sweetest View

The Witching Hour - Nsfw

She has Power

Ice Play - Nsfw

Its You

Tickled - Nsfw

Choices - Nsfw

Hardest of times

Protective* Strength

I will always be by your side - Nsfw

Not So Chill - Nsfw

Doth Thou - Nsfw

I choose You - Nsfw

The Que Skipper

Not your Fault

Just Stay Safe

Waiting all Night - Nsfw

Don’t go, Not tonight - Nsfw

You’re more than what you think - Nsfw

I missed you - Nsfw

Sephiroth - 2020 Posts

Headcanons:

S/O with Short Hair

His New Born

Married Life

Arguments

A Size

Intimacy

Strands

What I need

Hard work Pays off

NSFW Headcanons

One-shots:

Sephiroth Meets the Family

The Blind Date

First Times - Nsfw

Something Sweet

Quiet Evenings

Time

More than just looks - Nsfw

Holding you Close

Welcome Home - Nsfw

I can’t wait - Nsfw

Over training - Nsfw

Goddess

Sweet Kisses - Nsfw

I Care for you

Soothing

Vincent - 2020 Posts

Headcanons:

S/O with Short Hair

NSFW Headcanons

New Fathers

What I need

One-shots

A night spent with the Dark - Nsfw

Something New - Nsfw

Something Sweet

First dates and Thunderstorms

Scars

Back Message

Comforting you in your Fears

Thank you for your time

A perfect Night - Nsfw

Thank you for your time

Cloud - 2020 Posts

Headcanons:

Affections

A Size

Intimacy* Ideal

One-Shots:

Confidence - Nsfw

Trust

Holiday Fun - Nsfw

Choices - Nsfw

Day Off

Zack - 2020 Posts

Intimacy

**2021 Requests **

Reno - 2021 Posts

One-shots:

Busy

Just close your eyes, You’ll be alright - OC

So forgetful

Accidents Happen - NSFW

Rosie

Come back to me

I’m Here

Out in the storms

Late nights

Hot Mess

Positive

Losing a part of me

Lost

Start of Something?

Photos - NSFW

Sephiroth - 2021 Posts

Headcanons:

Sephiroth the Flirt

One-shots:

Echo’s of the Past

The Mission - NSFW

I am Sorry for Everything

No Choice

The Next Morning…

Glorious Silver Hair

Amusement

Your not who you say you are - NSFW

In His Mind - NSFW

Cosy

Something to Squeeze - NSFW

Encouraged* Stranger Times - NSFW

A Kiss

Comi-Con

Home Cooked

Heart Break

Let me Try

Rookie

Vincent - 2021 Posts

Headcanons:

I’ll Hold you all night if I have to

One-shots

More than Just friends

Date - NSFW

Tender Loving Care - NSFW

A picture of Trouble

The warmth of you - NSFW

Safety

Holding you Safe

Laying here beside you

Spring Clean

Singing

Conversation with a Stranger

Better Differences

Migraine

Silent Words - NSFW

Tight Muscles

Music to my Ears

Sleeping Safe

Cloud - 2021 Posts

Headcanons:

Love me Close

One-Shots:

A Cup of Coffee - NSFW

I’d Die for you

Hard Work - NSFW

At your service - NSFW

Curves - NSFW

Rufus - 2021 Posts

One-Shots:

Guard Duties

Dancer

2022

Reno:

Headcanons

A Little Loving

Reno - SFW HC

Oneshots:

Clothed in Red - Nsfw

Mine - Nsfw

I care for you

Reno’s… Baby?

Reno’s… Baby? pt 2

Where is Home?

Don’t Drink Walled Fairy!!

Working Ahead

Personal Assistant

Love and Loss - NSFW

FIGHT ME!

I Know you

I know you, pt 2

What could have Been - Reno

Fate

Waking nightmare

Childhood Dramas - Reno

Diverse - Reno

Happy Birthday

Jealous

Alone

Sephiroth:

One shots

Hot like fire - Nsfw

Ice Fishing

A sea of Stars - Nsfw

Crystal Man

The Plan

A wins a Win

Touched

Portrait

Childhood Dramas - Sephiroth

SOLDIER Meeting - NSFW

Meeting again - NSFW

Don’t Go

~ Headcanons:

Understanding - NSFW

Gently now - NSFW

The Black Wing

The Wing

~ Vincent:

Headcanons

A Little Loving

A little bit of Fun

Vincent - SFW HC

Oneshots:

Childhood Dramas - Vincent

Diverse - Vincent

~ Cloud:

Headcanons:

The Wing

Oneshots:

Small Family

Jealousy Bites! - Nsfw

Please Talk to me

Late-night Visits

Nipped! - NSFW

Sleeping Hot Next to You - NSFW

FIGHT ME!

Silence

Curve Ball

What could have been - Cloud

Childhood Dramas - Cloud

The Strength of You

~ Rufus:

Headcanons

Cheeky getaway

Rufus - SFW HC

Rufus - NSFW HC

The Wing

Oneshots

Snow

The Bite - Nsfw

Guard Duties - 2

A Show - Nsfw

Living To far away

Personal Assistant - NSFW

What could have Been - Rufus

The Cold

Coconut Cake

Denial

The Kid

Who do you care for

~ Zack

Headcanons

A Little Loving

Oneshots

TLC

Snapped - NSFW

Green Fairy Strikes again

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snakegorl212006 · 7 months

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Rufus Shinra Headcanons pt 1

--------------Dating them Includes------------------

-Long distance relationship Rufus is a business guy especially working with his father. Because if that you both mostly communicate though phone or on computer on facetime

-secret relationship It's not a big secret but it saves both of you the public attention as dating him is like dating a prince. He may not be as well known as sephiroth but even he has his own group of crazy people.

-Protection Being his love has its ups and downs but it guarantees your safety agent anything from the revenants to the plate falling

-Minimalists dates (Now he's a rich white boy but i honest don't see him being materialist.) He'll most likely have home dinner dates or go to a restaurant you like heck if you want fast food he'll get it. Although you're dates are simplistic he'll go out of his way to make it memorable.

----How do they get your attention----------

he would take a seat and just stare at you until you ask what’s wrong or what do you need or ,if yall are not busy, he would take you somewhere. I don’t see him doing this often but at the same time he would.

----What happens when there jealous---------------

-like Angeal, his jealousy is more like annoyance

- most likely to stay silent and is more focus on getting out of that situation

- he’ll ignored the person bothering you and literally get in between you two and lure you away from them

- if the person still trying to get to you they'll be meeting the barrel of his gun.end if story

--How would they react when there S/o says "I love you"---

-He smiles -a genuine smile -low key probably doesn't hear it often from his dad -so hearing it from his S/o definitely would brighten his day -I wouldn't say he hasn't heard I love you before but it just feels different coming from his S/o

#final fantasy 7 x reader #ff7 x reader #rufus shinra #rufus shinra x reader #rufus x reader

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demialwrites · 10 days

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Rufus x Pregnant Reader

His initial reaction to the news is to go quiet and start furiously turning the wheels in his head

He's proud, of course, but now he has to worry about someone using you against him

There's bickering about how much he can restrict your freedom for your own safety

The smug bastard thinks he's right, of course

You end up compromising on a Turk on guard 24 hours a day. They're spread thin already but they're willing to take on the extra stress for their boss man's unborn baby

He's a little jealous that they get to spend more with you than he does and is slightly grumpy during work hours

Anyone who does attempt to use you to influence Rufus, or the company itself, disappears and may be found hiding, having been harassed violently by the Turks. You may never even hear about it

You had better be careful about any complaint, however small, because he'll buy something and have it delivered in an attempt to fix it without consulting you first

Poor Reno or Rude have to sort through the Shinra-labelled boxes for you when they really start to pile up

Rufus is unfazed by any of your mood swings. As long as you're safe, he'll brush off anything said in anger

If it's a boy, just don't suggest to name him after Rufus' father. He doesn't care otherwise

If it's a girl and you let him choose, it'll be embarrassingly unique

Hojo is not allowed to touch you with a ten foot pole

If any of the directors send gifts, only Reeve sends something that's not ridiculous. Also, Tseng is mostly like to gift you a baby monitor

As you move along in your pregnancy, Rufus starts to change his behaviour at work. He clamps down more and more on his subordinates' unhinged behaviour

He's starting to think more about the kind of company he would like Shinra to be for his child's future

He's extra motivated to be different than his father and provide a better childhood than he himself got

That doesn't necessarily mean he knows what that might look like so you'll have to guide him, if he lets you

He doesn't clear his schedule on your projected delivery day because he can just drop whatever he's doing and leave

#rufus shinra x reader #headcanons #reader insert #pregnant reader #rufus shinra #female reader #sfw #dfab reader #ff7 #ff7 remake #ff7 rebirth

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local-flower-girl · 1 year

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Hey there! Thank you for making an exception for my request, your writing really is amazing and I can't wait to see what you come up with! Also there is no need to apologise, tumblr can be a bit iffy with stuff and you would have had no idea!

My request was for a Rufus x Female!reader in a sort of angst/hurt&comfort scenario - if you're ok with writing that! I had seen a thread about his upbringing and how his father had been... far from great and very neglectful. I'll leave it up for you to direct the events as i always love the stuff you come up with, but anything to do with Rufus finally getting some tlc and comfort? (perhaps for some prompts: a bad dream or at a younger age (19?) he just ran away and turned up on the doorstep? Again, completely up to you what direction you choose to go!)

Thank you again for letting me send my request in, I hope your having a nice day/evening :)💚

In His Father’s Shadow

The soft caress of satin bedsheets hugged warmly at your skin. Shifting your body weight onto your side, your eyes fluttered open. It took you a moment to adjust and rouse yourself from your disturbed slumber. You extended your arm to the opposite side of the bed only to be met with emptiness. A slight warmth lingered upon the disheveled bedsheets; the heavy imprint of a body no longer beside you was all that remained. For the past few nights you had noticed Rufus’ absence. His inability to sleep seemed to be far more complex than just mere insomnia alone, or at least that is what you had noticed. Instinctively you knew… something was bothering him.

You lifted yourself up, perching upon the edge of the mattress. You glanced at the digital clock upon your bedside table. 3:00 am. There was a still, hollowed silence that annexed the room. A plain expanse of darkness that felt unsettlingly subdued. The only source of illumination was the intermittent flurry of car lights sweeping past the window. The bedroom door creaked, capturing your attention, and through the crack a pale light emerged. From the adjoining room you overheard movement and the clatter of glass, followed by a swift sliding of the apartment’s balcony door.

Rising to your feet, you unhooked a robe from your nightstand, shrouding the silky material around your shoulders. The uneven floorboards creaked as you steadily made your way towards the door. As you entered the open plan space of the apartment, Dark Star lay upon his back shifting intermittently within his sleep. Sprawled out across his dog bed, his large paws twitched as a continuation of deep growling snores left his snout. You tiptoed carefully around as not to wake him. Upon the marbled counter of the bar was a discernible half empty decanter of Whiskey, alongside a packet of menthol cigarettes and an engraved lighter. Something felt wrong. Rufus’ infrequent habit of smoking was usually a telltale sign of stress. In truth he despised the smell of smoke, since it reminded him of his father and the stifling reek of cigars.

You peered round the corner of the balcony door and found Rufus leaning upon the brick balustrade. He stood wearing the bare minimum of a thin white shirt and boxers; the loose, transparent fabric of his open shirt swishing gently in the breeze. He appeared oblivious to the cold as he stared out at the cityscape before him, lost in deep thought, and seemingly unaware to your presence. His hand firmly clenched at a squared glass of whiskey, the ice rattling as he raised it towards his lips. Within his opposite hand he held a cigarette. You watched as the continuous vertical streams of grey smoke dissipated into the air.

“Bad dream?” You asked gently, hugging at the frame of the open door.

He anchored his gaze upon the view in front of him, all the while his vacant demeanour remained.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” He replied bluntly; a disgruntled pinch of his features as he raised the cigarette to his lips. His lungs reluctantly opened up, inhaling the toxic vapour. He held his breath briefly before releasing the thick, curdled plumes with a sense of relief.

You approached him, pulling your robe tighter around your waist as the cool outside air prickled at your exposed skin. Noticing your discomfort out of his peripheral vision, Rufus spoke up. “You should go back to bed — wouldn’t want you catching a cold.”

“I could say the same thing to you.” You retorted.

You went back indoors, picking up a blanket from a nearby couch. You carried it outside wrapping it around Rufus’ shoulders. He remained rigid, flicking the ash of his cigarette into the dark abyss below. You stood beside him, looking out into the distance. You gazed out at the dispersion of green smog upon the city skyline; tiny puffs of pollution rising steadily from rooftop chimneys, accumulating into the dense miasma. The glow of a nearby reactor lit up the streets in a green glittered, mako infused haze. Those small traces of visual beauty entangled amongst manmade destruction.

“What’s wrong Rufus?” You paused waiting for an answer. “You know you can talk to me…”

You watched as a shabby looking cat, balanced precariously upon the rusted metal supports of the building’s fire escape. Rufus remained silent, periodically sipping at his Whiskey.

“Is it about your father?” You asked innocently.

With that he turned to look at you, confirming your suspicions. Just a few days earlier Tseng, the leader of the Turks had made an unexpected house-call to the apartment. Whenever a retainer from Shinra would visit, Rufus would hide you away, not wanting you caught up in bureaucratic nonsense. At first you had thought him to be overprotective, coddling you like a child. However, over time you had realised, even witnessed the cold-hearted truth for anyone involved with Shinra. Governmental knowledge was dangerous and knowing too much was a surefire way of getting abducted, or worse, killed. Rufus wanted you to have nothing to do with that part of his life. That being the main reason you were both hiding out in a quaint little apartment nestled in sector eight.

“That does not concern you.” He answered abruptly, turning away.

His stern words pierced you deeply, like a blade to the chest. The deep furrow of his brow and the subtle tremble upon his hands was a clear sign of his inner turmoil. Even for someone as self assured as Rufus, it was only natural for a build up of troubles to coagulate into stress and uncertainty. It saddened you to think that he had been dealing with these problems alone.

“Yes it does!” You cried. “I can see you’re hurting Rufus… please don’t shut me out. I want to help!”

He frowned, placing his glass down upon the balustrade. Using his free hand he slicked back the loose, unruly strands of hair from off his face.

“He’s dead.” He spat, without an ounce of remorse or a slither of emotion. His paled complexion and stone cold glare hollowed his handsome features. “Bastard got what he deserved.”

You were unsure as how to respond in that moment, knowing his rocky past and the type of relationship he had with his father.

“I’m sorry…”

He scoffed, almost laughing to himself. “Don’t be!—” He lifted his drink once more, consuming the entirety of the amber liquid before bitterly slamming the glass back down. “—He was never a father to me… he never saw me as a son, just his coached successor!”

“I’m guessing that’s the reason why Tseng came to see you the other day?”

“He handed me his last will and testament… in the result of his death everything was to be handed down to me —” He stared down at the darkness below the balcony, contemplation weighing heavily upon his face. “— The company, every liability and mistake he ever made.” He shook his head in anger. “Old man must be laughing to himself.”

“You don’t have to deal with this alone. Let me…”

“I don’t want you involved!” He interrupted. “This is my burden to bear.” The red flicker of embers scattered as he stubbed the remains of his cigarette butt upon the brickwork.

You grasped at his hand, gently brushing your thumb over the length of his fingers. “Share that burden with me.”

His features laced with conflict and turmoil, softened ever so slightly as he turned to face you. He grabbed at the edges of the blanket, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and pulling you into his warm, cloaked embrace. It was rare for Rufus to express warmth and affection, but within that moment he wanted only you to see his vulnerability. You rested your head against the firmness of his chest. The heavy thuds of his heartbeat quickening against your cheek.

“I can’t ask that of you.” His voice was firm yet you detected a slight waver to his composure.

“We both knew this day would come eventually. We couldn’t keep hiding forever… but this is your chance to change the Shinra name. Right all the wrongs and leave some good behind in this rotten world!”

“Redemption.” He murmured, closing his eyes in thought.

His grasp around you tightened for a moment longer before he released you. As you stepped back he placed his hands upon either side of your face. With his nimble fingers he tucked the stray wisps of your hair behind your ear before leaning down to capture your lips. The sweet notes of whiskey infused with bitter menthol lingering upon his breath.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, gazing back at you.

“Please, you don’t have to apologise. You’ve had a lot to think about.”

“It’s predominately the thought of something happening to you…” He admitted wholeheartedly.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured, stroking your fingers through the short length of his blonde locks.

“I promise to protect you, no matter what the cost!”

That ambitious spark of confidence had returned as a positive glint reflected within his eyes. In the past, his stubbornness and pride would never have allowed him to admit weakness or defeat. Since knowing you he had mellowed considerably. Whereby he was once harsh and driven by ambition, over time you had shown him the error of his ways. Even though you loved him for who he was, he was slowly but surely becoming a better man, no longer living within his father’s hulking shadow.

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nagazmulagan · 4 months

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this is just me ranting and whining while i wait for my nail appointment... guess the nail tech's gonna have to listen to me hahaha poor gal anyway

sometimes when i read any smut i wonder if the person who wrote that even had sex because 💀💀💀 you know if it's possible for you to not thrash left and right after getting your 'fifth orgasm' and 'abusing the poor clit' i really do envy you,,,,,,, but cmon this is so unrealistic do these people know how clits work??? same with the "you're so tight" dialogues bahahah do yall know? that when a lady is tight that means her muscles aren't relaxed and that is absolutely not a good sign?? and it hurts as fuck to have sex when the muscles aren't relaxed for both parties this aint a good sign but you do you im just gonna shake my head and think

#smut #man this is so goofy #rufus shinra x reader #ffvii x reader smut #genshin impact x reader smut #vaginismus #league of legends x reader smut #writers of tumblr

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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Okay, so I finally thought of another request here for you, hope it's not too much trouble.^^

A darling s/o who suddenly surprises them with sudden love and affection. They are not overly clingy like them but s/o just begins to listen to them more and calls them her husband happily. You can use Rufus/Vincent/Cloud for this one.

Rufus: He is a busy man. He knows he hasn't been spending much time with his darling lately and he feels guilty. But he has to clean up the mess his late father left behind. How unfortunate that "tragedy" deeply affected the company... Despite that, his darling has been understanding, as evidenced by her comforting words lately. Rufus knew she was coming soon, and he hoped the romantic candlelit dinner he had set up would make up for it. Maybe he'd even get the chance to give her the special prize he's been saving.

Rufus would then feel a rush of warmth when his darling appeared out of nowhere, almost toppling him over in his office chair. When he asked her what was the occasion, his darling would happily state she's just happy to finally see her husband in flesh as she peppers his cheeks with kisses. He would smile back, pecking at her lips as he removes her from his waist. As his darling inquires about their evening, Rufus will coyly look at the glinting, mako-encrusted band just barely visible from his desk. Perhaps this night will be the perfect one to propose.

Vincent: Amid his solitary musings, he was surprised when he felt his darling's arms wrap around him from behind. He would already recognise her scent as he gently drew her close with his arm. She carefully pulled away the fabric and buckles of his red cloak, her intention to reveal his lips. His darling then exclaimed with joy that she's glad she caught him in his usual spot. She confessed she had been missing him. Vincent would give her an inquisitive look, and with a little smile, ask if she really meant it - even when they had just seen each other the night before. She would giggle a yes and place a gentle kiss on his neck.

The darling will then ask Vincent if there was something wrong with a wife wanting to see her husband every night... Afterward, the only sound was the beating of her heart as the long, uneasy pause lingered. Just as the darling was about to take back her words, Vincent's deep voice cut through the silence.

"I guess not," he says. As he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, his red eyes glimmered with a faint sparkle.

Cloud: After a recent skirmish, he would stand in his typical pose as he closed his eyes, and released a long, drawn-out sigh. He and his party faced off against a stronger enemy than they were used to. His body jolted at the sound of his name being shouted. Suddenly, he's swept up in his darling's embrace, feeling her lips cover his chest in kisses. Heat rose to his cheeks as he scolded his darling for sneaking upon him, especially since he was still holding the Buster Sword.

His darling would take a step back, her sorrowful expression making him feel guilty. Cloud exhaled quietly, reassuring her things are fine as his concerned eyes scanned her face. What has gotten into his darling? Did something happen? Cloud's darling then confided in him she had been feeling anxious, and seeing him get hurt in the last fight only intensified her worry.

"Hey. I'm fine, don't worry." Cloud's mako eyes, full of conviction and compassion, bore into her when he said his words. His darling would look up at him, her smile widened as she clung to his arm. Her lips moved in a sweet melody as she proclaimed that Cloud's the best husband she could wish for. Cloud's face grew hot as he stumbled for the right words, his mind racing to comprehend her last statement.

"d-don't say that..."

#cloud strife #cloud strife x reader #vincent valentine #vincent valentine x reader #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy 7 #ff7 #rufus shinra #rufus shinra x reader #c.c rambles #sleepyfaequeen #final fantasy #ff7 x reader #ff7 remake #final fantasy vii

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beneathstarryskies · 1 year

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48 and Rufus

Warnings: phone sex, female reader, mutual masturbation, slight dom/sub dynamics

Rufus-fucking-Shinra is taking over my fucking life i swear 😩

It’s been a long business trip for Rufus. Usually, he wouldn’t like to go away without you, but this trip was going to be back-to-back meetings. So, you decided to forgo the traveling. He was so mad at you about it, that for the first few days he was gone he didn’t call you or anything. You received a short, cold text to let you know he’d arrived safely and that was it. You knew he was pouting. The spoiled heir to Shinra’s fortune was not used to having requests denied, but you always did have a way of challenging him.

Finally, a week into the trip, you can’t stand it anymore. You miss him a lot and just want to hear his voice. So, you pull out all the stops to tempt him to call you.

First thing in the morning he wakes up to a text from you that says, “I really miss you.”

He doesn’t respond, but you’re not discouraged. A little later in the day you send him a picture of your favorite dildo still glistening from your arousal with the text, “Did I mention that I reallllllyyy fucking miss you?”

After dinner and a couple of glasses of wine, you slip into a silky nightgown that goes down to your thighs. The blue lace in the front barely covers your cleavage. It’s a new one he’s never seen before. You send a very seductive picture of you on your knees with your lips in a seductive pout. Along with the picture you text, “Are you still mad or can we have a little fun?”

His cock stirs in his pants as soon as he sees the picture you sent. If he’s being honest, he’s fucking missed you too. He’s growing sick of his own tantrum. So he sends two simple words, “Video call.”

You take a few minutes to mount your phone and adjust your position before calling him. Rufus too is lying on the bed of his hotel room with his phone mounted against a pillow. You bite your lip when you realize he’s only wearing a pair of pajama pants.

“You look cozy,” you say with a sweet smile.

“It’d be much better if you were here,” his voice is a little thick with need.

“I’ll make it up to you when you get back, I promise.”

Rufus clears his throat when he thinks about the implications behind those words. His cock twitches in his pants, and he doesn’t hesitate to reach down to palm at himself.

“There is a way you could begin making it up to me,” he smirks. “Maybe you should start by giving me a little show.”

“Do I get one too?” you pout. He can’t help but chuckle because he knows how needy you are for his cock. It’s rare you go a day without being fucked silly, so this long absence must be driving you mad.

“We’ll see if you can earn it,” he chuckles. “I don’t reward bad behavior.”

“Yes sir,” you comply.

You sit up on your knees in front of the camera and you start by slowly pulling off the blue nightgown. Rufus bites his lip as he watches you and rubs his cock through his pants. A wet stain is forming on the front from his growing arousal. You start playing with your tits by squeezing and massaging them, trying your best to mimic the way he touches you. You tug gently on your nipples until they’re perked up.

“Look at you,” Rufus groans. “So pretty.”

You keep one hand on your tits but the other trails between your thighs to start teasing yourself through your panties. Rufus clicks his tongue.

“You’re such a tease.”

“I’m sorry,” you whine. “It’s just so exciting to see you like this.”

“Take off your panties,” he commands.

You do as he says, although it’s hard for you to do it in a sexy way. Then, you’re on your knees in front of the camera again. The shadows and your hand still teasing yourself obscure your pretty pussy from his vision, but for now, he’ll let you have your little fun. He reaches down to cup his hard cock and makes sure you can see the prominent bulge in his pants.

“Look what you do to me, you little temptress,” he groans.

“Lemme see,” you plead.

He can’t help himself from complying with your desires. He pushes his pants down past his ass, and his cock slaps against his abdomen. A string of precum follows his cock from his stomach when he takes it in his fist to give himself a few lazy pumps.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” Rufus purrs.

Even with the distance between you, and your presence only being pixels on his phone screen, he still has so much power over you. His eyes are fixed intently on your thighs. He doesn’t care about anything besides seeing you now. The lust is just too much for him. You open your thighs, and he gasps at the sight of your glistening pussy. You drag your fingers through your folds before circling around your clit.

“You can do better than that,” he goads.

You press your fingers to your clit and start rubbing it, still doing your best to mimic his touch. It’s just not the same. Rufus starts jerking himself off at the sight of you. You can’t take your eyes off his cock and the way it’s leaking all over his fist.

“Finger yourself,” he demands through shaky breaths.

“Rufus,” you whine. “You know it only feels good when you do it.”

“I don’t care,” he growls. “Do it.”

You lean back against the bedframe and spread your legs wider. You slip your fingers into your tight hole while still sloppily rubbing your clit with the other hand. For a moment it’s all quiet except the sounds of both of you moaning. It’s hard to keep up with the dexterity of rubbing your clit and fingering yourself at the same time, but you’re trying your best for Rufus. His eyes are heavy with hunger as he watches you. There’s a pleasure growing in your core, and you’re frantically chasing it.

“I’m close,” he groans.

“M-me too,” you whine.

Your head falls back against the bedframe and your body is trembling as you try to work yourself up to climax. Rufus is just thrilled by the show you’re putting on for him. His cock is throbbing in his hand as he keeps stroking himself. The precum leaks down his fist as finds himself getting closer.

“Now?” you ask for permission.

“Now,” Rufus answers.

Both of you moan and tremble as you cum. Watching Rufus cover his chest with thick strings of cum makes the pleasure taking over you even more intense. He makes it a point to squeeze his cock so every last drop is released.

“You better not touch yourself again until I get home,” he says as he catches his breath. “And I expect to find you lying on the bed naked as soon as I arrive.”

“Yes sir,” you smirk.

He has no idea how much you’re looking forward to it.

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