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It's does remind me this one song, Christmas Kids. Yandere Sephiroth tried babytrap his s/o for not leaving him. Christmas kids represent the triplets. Which is Yan!Sephiroth tried to make his s/o pregnant. They tried best to escape hell away from their own prison house. Even, they're change their name and move other country, Sephiroth will find them no matter what.
Yandere domestic Sephiroth AU? Yes, please. I've listened to the song, I really like it. Something about sad songs with happy beats always gets to me. I may have heard it before in some YT shorts... Anyways, it fits a domestic Yandere Sephiroth and a Pregnant!Darling very well. Just imagine the darling coming back to her new home and finding Sephiroth waiting...
Companion fic here.
Content Warnings: Slight NSFW, Emotional abuse, Non-consensual touching, Pregnant Darling. Long headcanons under the cut.
Grocery shopping for the week wasn't easy, but it had to be done. The boys won't be happy that their mother went shopping without them, but school must come first.
Plus, the darling wasn't in the mood to hear Loz and Kadaj arguing and begging for certain foods that week. But regardless of their squabbles, they are her precious gifts. Her Christmas kids, as they were born on that day. The happiest day of her life.
The darling opened the door to her new home, taking a deep breath and feeling the exhaustion from the errand. The ache in her swollen feet, aching back and sensitive milk-filled breasts was overwhelming.
But the pain and discomfort she felt in her pregnant body was a small price to pay for the freedom she and her boys gained.
The young, naïve triplet boys were confused of why their mother wanted to move suddenly, but they obeyed her with little hesitation, anyway.
The darling didn't want them to turn out like Sephiroth. His possessiveness and control were too much to bear. When he took to killing innocent people in the misguided attempt to "protect" her and the boys, that was the last straw. She knew she had to leave that fucked up place called "home" behind...
She grabbed her young boys and left their prison house when the stars aligned...
Despite her unexpected pregnancy by Sephiroth, her journey brought her here. She kept pushing forward, and the reward was a peaceful, cozy home for her and her children. Until today.
As the darling placed items on the shelves, she felt a cold, eerie sensation, as if something was watching her from the darkness.
She forced herself to ignore the eerie chill, opening the window blinds slightly as she resumed her normal stocking pace.
Even though the sun was shining brightly on this beautiful day, the eerie chill still lingered in their new home.
But it has nothing to do with what happened in their past. Definitely not. It's probably just a cold flash from her pregnancy getting so close to the end.
As she tippytoes, she strained her body to place the last few items.
As a response, the backache from her pregnant belly intensified. She could feel her baby's sporadic movements, ranging from gentle kicks to violent jolts. Maybe the darling should've invested in a step stool...
A wave of heat washed over her, a heat that was neither comforting nor from the sun, but a heat that was harsh and oppressive.
Now she's having hot flashes? Oh, the perils of pregnancy. At least this little one inside her should be much easier to have than the triplet boys.
The darling softly smiled as she recalled the adventurous banter among the triplets during their journey to a new home. They were debating the sex of their new sibling.
Loz longed for a younger brother to wrestle and play games with, knowing that he would have a better shot at winning against him, unlike his other brothers.
Yazoo, with his level-headed and composed outlook, predicted it would be a girl, welcoming the possibility of her tempering the wildness of his brothers (what a hypocrite).
Kadaj didn't care either way, as long as they didn't challenge his position as the leader and his status as his mother's (self-proclaimed) favorite.
The darling let out a deep groan as she paused her stocking. Her unborn child ended the sporadic fetal movements with the hardest kick yet. Something just isn't right... Perhaps she will see someone later this week after she and the boys finish moving in.
Suddenly, the dark, icy chill behind her shifted to a menacing heat, like a furnace blazing from the shadows. It felt so familiar, like… No! It's impossible! That chapter was a distant memory.
The darling is just imagining things. It should be no surprise that the human brain likes to play cruel tricks like this.
Like how Loz kept running to his mother, crying about seeing mysterious dark feathers around his school, the grocery store and other places their family would visit. He would complain that Sephiroth was too good at hide and seek.
The darling figured the strange dark feathers were simply a product of his mind, missing his father in his own way...
But it became alarming when Yazoo began to murmur and point out the smallest details of every single dark feather as he brought them to her.
Kadaj was getting frustrated, beginning to wonder why their father wouldn't help them finish moving in.
The darling refused to believe the boys. It could just be the ravens shredding their feathers, right?
With trembling hands, the darling slowly reached out for the final item. When she completes this simple task, she can lie down and relax. All of her stress, and the aching in her back especially, would soon be gone.
Just before she could grasp it, a large, gloved hand appeared and delicately placed the last item on the top shelf.
The darling felt a strange, unwanted sense of relief as she felt the slow and gentle strokes of another hand on her back.
...His presence could not be denied any longer. She felt his chest expanding and contracting against her head, and heard the gentle thump of his heart.
Sephiroth… No matter how many miles they traveled or how many times they changed their names and minds, he still had the determination to find them. He'll always know.
His silver tresses brushed against her skin as he hummed his sinister lullaby, pressing his lips to her ear.
His free hand grazed one of her sensitive, milk-filled teats. His hand then slowly descended, aiming for the treasure below.
His darling's swollen belly, where the new life within her stirred and grew.
He rested his hand on the center of her large belly. Warm, twisted happiness now radiated from him. His plan worked.
His darling refused to turn around. Struggling to contain her sobs, His darling averted her head from him and wept in silence.
His fingers glided over the stretched skin of her stomach, while his other hand moved lower to caress the small of her back.
As he opened his mouth, his warm breath tickled her ear.
"A touching reunion."
I wasn't sure if the prompt ask had the darling pregnant with triplets or already had them and was pregnant with a spare child, so I just combined a little of both concepts, but regardless, thanks for the great inspiration.
Yandere Domestic AU chronology: Christmas Kids | The Reunion is Nothing to Fear | Wait for me | Homecoming | The Crowning Moment
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Self-aware! Sephiroth x introverted! reader
Sephiroth finds it convenient that such a darling is rather taciturn and aloof due to being an introvert, and he will take advantage of that.
He often watches you as you sleep. He likes how at this moment you are absolutely relaxed.
He imagines how your face can show a frightened expression when you see that Sephiroth is self-aware.
He wants to show you this..
And he wants to make you his.
He is in the shadows for a long time, and does not let you know about him that he is self-aware, but at one moment he does not hold back, and shows the truth.
And he knows that you can't refuse.
Especially when his sword is next to him and he won't hesitate to draw it..
he often watched you draw pictures related to him. And he likes your style. Maybe he'll even take this art for himself… if you don't mind.
He likes that you are alone. And he makes great use of this to be with you after you find out the truth about him.
And he likes that he won't have to kill anyone who would interfere with your communication with Sephiroth.
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That Great Triumphal Arch [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]
Title: That Great Triumphal Arch [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]
Synopsis: Sephiroth took you. And now all you know is pain. FF7R-verse.
Word count: 2096
notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, physical abuse and violence, noncon and sexual abuse, unwanted pregnancy for reader
You’ve been hurt before. You’re not some dainty thing, kept in a tower all your life. You knew the streets. There were arms broken in alley tussles, noses bloodied through a drunken bar fight, and lately--far more lately--cuts from blades and the edges of Turk bullets and all those aching wounds that come with willingly signing up for a fight far bigger than yourself. You were under no illusions, when you joined with Cloud, what might lie ahead.
Though perhaps, being kidnapped by Sephiroth was not in your visions for the Could Happen in the Future. Getting hurt, yes. Being wrapped up in some insane plot to save the world, sure.
Being targeted by Sephiroth? Not so much.
Yet it happened. It happened so fast that if you were asked to recall the specific details, you couldn’t say. You remember the blow to your stomach, the blow to your head. You remember looking up and seeing Sephiroth staring down at you, a smile on his face, the grayness of your vision blurring with the glimmering silver of his hair. You remember, or at least you hope it’s a memory and not just something you imagined, hearing Tifa shout out something, hearing the clash of blades.
But then there was nothing but grayness and fog and an awful, dreamless sleep.
When you woke up, he was there.
Smiling.
Speaking words that felt like black tar in your ear. How you were his. How you were a gift. How you were meant to be there.
And he hurt you.
So, so much.
He hasn’t stopped.
The pain is relentless, fresh, raw. You can’t get used to it, not like you might eventually get used to the ache from a broken rib from a single ill-timed bar brawl. It’s ever-changing, day by day.
Maybe that is why it’s taken you out so completely over the past few days (and just how long has he had you, in all?); got you weak and speechless, barely able to breathe much less think much less fight back much less--
“You’re beautiful, you know.”
The voice from above you is grating to your ears, like gravel being rubbed right into your bleeding, sore kneecaps. You’ve heard that damned voice so often lately, and sometimes you swear--you swear--that his lips aren’t moving when he speaks.
But why is he above you, again? You remember him hitting you this morning, you remember the kick that broke your ribs. You remember spitting in his face. And then, quite clearly, you remember the tip of his sword puncturing right through your wrist, leaving an almost disgustingly clean wound behind.
That was the last clear memory before all this.
So why is he above you, hair almost shimmering, eyes bright and piercing--what is that sensation, that awful, awful sensation? Like being pierced from the inside out.
“Beautiful… when you’re bleeding for me.” His voice is just a little breathy. A practiced sound, you think, because he doesn’t break so much as a sweat when he spends hours hurting you. It’s not like sex was going to knock the wind out of him, like his boot connecting solidly with your stomach once or twice or umpteen times did to you so readily.
Unwillingly, reality finally comes back to you, sore and sticky and painful, with his gloved hand tapping at your cheek; with the realization that he’s inside you, again, thick and intruding and insistent. It’s like a drum beat in your lower body, a rhythm you’ve come to understand after all this time--and it makes you feel sick, still, no matter how familiar it’s become.
A gloved thumb runs along your lower lip, catching on a scab healing over.
“Everything you do is for me… bleeding… breathing… your very existence.” There’s a sticky coolness to his voice that makes you want to peel your skin off even more than the ever-present sensation of his body above yours.
His voice continues, no matter how much you wish it would not.
“When will you come to accept that?”
You ignore the content of his words (you so often do, when you can get away with it) and merely squint your eyes, desperate to make sense of things despite your aching body. But you still can’t tell.
Did his lips move… or not?
His thumb presses down on the scab. And it’s such a small pain, really, compared to what you’ve been through. But you groan nonetheless, and squeeze your eyes shut to block out the stinging sensation spreading across your mouth.
“Answer me, and I may grant you mercy.”
You laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. A hoarse stuttering sound that wheezes out of your used and abused chest. In response, he thrusts harder, and your fingers curl on the sheets underneath you, desperate to gain purchase.
Above you (and inside you)-- there are signs that he is human, that he is not some infallible granite creature. Sweat on his naked chest. The movement of his hair, tickling your skin, as he begins to thrust quickly enough to signify his end.
A soft, low sound as he pushes inside you so deeply that it hurts, and then warmth--a burning warmth that shouldn’t feel like it does, stinging and slick. Is it because he’s fucked you so often, creating tears? Or is there something wrong with him, to make his seed more unpleasant? Or--the thought comes, unbidden, awful--something wrong with you?
His gloved hand taps your cheek again. It’s like being chided by a friend for dropping off in the middle of a conversation, but nowhere near as lighthearted.
“Where did you go, I wonder?”
You can’t answer him right away. Not without sacrificing dignity. So you keep your mouth shut and wait until your breath isn’t coming in so hard, and your heart rate has regained some sense of normalcy.
You look straight at him, at the eyes that seem to glow from within now, something awful inside them. You wait until he’s raised an eyebrow, just a little, a sign that he’s expecting you to speak.
And you do.
“I’ll never accept whatever delusion you’ve created about me.”
Yes, your voice is tired and hardly filled with the bravado you might have spoken with before he took you. But at least you got the words out. At least you know you spoke them with your own damn mouth.
His thumb returns to trailing gently on your lips. Almost soft, almost kind.
“But you’ve already accepted so much…”
You don’t ask what he means, exactly.
Later on, you’ll wish you had.
--
Your head lolls side to side. The pillow underneath, damp with your sweat, does nothing to ease your discomfort or the gnawing ache inside your chest.
“Do you really think they’ll come for you?”
Yes, you want to say. They are my friends. We would never give up on one another. But you press your lips tight.��
“Don’t you know how long it’s been? How far they’ve traveled? They haven’t even tried to retrieve you.”
He’s lying. They would never just give you up, let you stay in his clutches. If they traveled, it was out of necessity, to find help or create a plan or get a better vantage point. Yes, that would be it. He’s… lying. Isn’t he?
“They’re concerned with far greater things than you, aren’t they? Do you think they’ll choose you over this world’s pretended sanctity?”
Yes, you want to say. Yes, yes, yes! But even you can’t pretend that wouldn’t be a bold, ridiculous lie. One life--or the world? Even if it was you… Even if it meant you were trapped here, with Sephiroth.
His voice continues to drip honeyed poison straight into your ears--straight into your mind. Soft whispers in the dark, over and over, reminding you, taunting you, telling you things that you must surely admit (deep, deep, deep down) are likely the truth.
But he can’t be doing this to you. It’s impossible. Because he’s not speaking. You’re staring right at him, right at his detestable face, a face you could now describe with uncanny certainty… and his lips are not moving.
You weren’t sure, before; you’d wondered at the way his whispers seemed to squirm right into your ears, no matter how far away he was or how fuzzy your vision got from pain.
You let out a confused groan that covers up whatever vile thing he blows into your ear next, though it doesn’t stop the awful sensation that comes with hearing him inside your skull.
“I don’t understand.” You practically moan the words out, like a sick child on a feverbed. The damp sheets and your clenching fingers, rubbing the sheets raw, are much the same. “How are you doing this?”
“Oh, darling.” He says--but doesn’t say--as his hand skims down your chest and rests on your stomach. The feel of the leather is cold and harsh, like a ragged seam dragging down your skin. “Don’t you know?”
You don’t know. You don’t know what he means, or why he’s doing this, or how the fuck he’s talking inside your head.
His hand doesn’t move, exactly, but presses down in a remarkably gentle gesture.
“Don’t you know what I’ve put inside you?”
There’s a terrible, long moment where the world drops out from underneath you. And then you’re back above with no air in your lungs, because you’ve screamed--you didn’t even know it.
He stares down at you with a patient smile until your breathing comes back, ragged and uneven.
“You’re lying.” Hot tears prick at your eyes, because you’re not stupid and you know what he means now, and you know that it’s the awful truth. You can deny a lot of things (and have done so at every opportunity) but this? This was real. It was sick and real.
“I never lie to you,” he says, lips still unmoving.
You know. You know. The calmness in his tone terrifies you more than any of his sweet poisons, than any of his bruising grips or swift strikes to your vulnerable body.
“It’s remarkable, what her cells can do. And you took to them so quickly.” His smile has an almost edge of ecstasy to it that turns your insides sour. “It’s destiny. Even you must admit that.”
You think the word “no” comes out, but you can’t be sure you actually said it. Maybe you’re talking without opening your mouth now, too. Maybe you’re losing it, like frayed edges of an old blanket, just waiting to be pulled out.
Sephiroth, if he notices your growing inner hysteria, chooses to ignore it. Instead, he leans down, taking a moment to rest his cheek against yours. He inhales softly through his nose.
“I thought you were at your most beautiful before, but this?” The hand on your stomach trails up until he’s grasping your chin, keeping you in place. “This might be preferable…”
“Stop.” The words come out soft and perhaps pitiable to anyone but the man above you.
He doesn’t even acknowledge them. Maybe you didn’t say them at all.
There’s something determined in his eyes now, as he stares down at you. You’re almost afraid to find out what it is.
“Mother has given me two gifts,” he says, softly, with reverence. “And I now will prove myself all the more worthy to her.”
He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. It could be chaste, if anything Sephiroth ever did might ever be called that. The kiss tastes of his breath and your own tangy blood.
This time, when he speaks, his lips move--cruel and hot against your own.
“Do you think Cloud will be able to look you in the eye, once he knows what’s inside you?”
Hot tears slide down your cheeks and join the sweat already dampening the pillowcase.
His hand returns to your belly, cupping the skin there. There is warmth--he’s removed his gloves now--and the sensation makes you shudder.
“Do you think you can belong to anyone but me now?”
This time, his lips don’t move.
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Getting better Pt. 1
Platonic!Yandere!Sephiroth x Autistic!Physically disabled! Reader
Hello I am back with something and idk if it’s very good but this whole thing was lodged in my brain so I needed to spit it out.
Also the whole elevator scene is almost directly taken from a one shot I once read on here that I cannot find for the life of me. I really wanted to get this out but I also want ask the original writer if they’re okay with me using their idea. If anyone recognises the idea and can send me the original link that’d be great!
CW: single use of the r-slur, if I’m missing anything please let me know!
Oh and also the reader’s physical disability in this is based on my own irl one - I don’t use mobility aids just yet, but I end up in lots of pain very quickly and have to wear joint braces, especially on my legs.
As always, I’m not a professional writer, I have no formal education in writing whatsoever, so any feedback is greatly appreciated!
Hope you enjoy reading!
—//—
You pull yourself up towards the bar, every joint in your body squealing out in pain, despite this being your first exercise of the evening. You had thought, naively, that lifting your own body weight should be doable, especially since it took pressure off of your legs, where the pains were worst. You were clearly mistaken, your entire upper body now just in hot agony.
But you couldn’t quit. Not now, not as you were barely beginning.
You said you’d get ten reps in, so you were going to get ten reps in.
The complete silence of the Shinra employee gym gave you confidence to speak aloud, trying to keep yourself hyped for the exercise.
“One… T-two… ah! Ow! Three…”
“Your form is awful.”
The voice was calm, buttery smooth and deep, with a lilt of confidence that told you this man knew what he was talking about.
“Oh… so how do I do it right then?” The question was asked with an unappealing grunt as you dropped from the bar, listening to the sound of footsteps covering the ground towards you.
Once you realised the man was standing over your shoulder, you stiffened, not having actually expected him to come over and help.
“The main problem is your balance, you need to pull your legs with you, and use your core too. This one is a full body workout, not just for the arms.”
Damn it.
“Ah, that makes sense… do you have any recommendations for arms then? I’m kinda new to this whole thing.” You spoke with a nervous chuckle, turning around to look at your newfound companion.
He was tall, with gorgeous long silver hair that floated past his wide, muscular shoulders, covered with a beige, blank tank top. He was, objectively, attractive as hell. Even without feeling that way, you knew what society found sexy and you could appreciate the aesthetic beauty of this man. You swore you knew him from somewhere.
You hoped you weren’t too visibly flustered by the closeness that you had only just recognised, taking a nervous step back while you awaited his answer.
“I’d say a beginner should start at the beginning. If you want to work out your arms, use the lighter weights, just over there.”
He gestured over towards the weight section, where there was a rack of dumbbells of many sizes, including ones so tiny you wondered if they even classified as weights.
“That’s… a good idea,” You laughed, “I guess I just wanted to throw myself in at the deep end.” You joked, keeping the mood light as you trailed over to where he had directed.
Looking over the selection of weights, you decided to go with second lightest pair, which made your elbows creak, but you grit your teeth and moved over to the seating so you could get back off your feet. The man had followed you to the same section, but he seemed to be preparing an ungodly amount of weights into what you assumed was a bench press.
“So…” You pulled your left arm up with the weight, following a diagram on the wall, “Why are you down here? So late at night, I mean?” You specifically chose to come here so that you wouldn’t have to be seen, so you supposed you may as well pick this guy’s brain if he would be annoying you.
“The SOLDIER training facility can only be kept open for so long each day, so I thought I’d get in some regular exercise too.” He still hadn’t finished loading up the weights, and you were a bit concerned by what he considered ‘regular’ exercise.
“You’re a SOLDIER? I guess that makes sense, I’ve probably seen you on the news or something.” You were on your fourth rep, and your left elbow was crying out for a break.
“What?”
���I just thought you looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it, so I’ve probably just seen you around.”
“How interesting…” He spoke with a chuckle, “And who are you, hmm?”
“I’m YN, I just work in the analytics department. Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“You really don’t know?”
“Should I?”
“Sephiroth. My name is Sephiroth.”
“That’s… a lovely name.” You remembered a bit clearer now, hearing about a first-class SOLDIER on the news by that name. How funny that you got to meet him in real life.
“What about you? Why are you working out so late at night?”
“I was sort of hoping I could be alone… I already said, I’m new to this, so, I didn’t want to embarrass myself.”
“That’s not the best idea, you know. You should have someone mentor you, make sure you don’t hurt yourself while you’re just starting out.”
He finally seemed satisfied with the amount of weight on the bar, as you began reps with your right arm. You wondered if the bar was actually strong enough to hold all that.
“Well, I don’t think anyone would want to mentor me, it’d probably be quite the hassle since I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.” You explained, not expecting an answer.
“I could always help you.”
That took you by surprise, surely a SOLDIER, especially a first-class one would be far too busy to help out someone like you, but at the same time, who were you to turn such an offer down?
Your only response ended up being a bewildered laugh, finishing up your reps before looking around and trying to decide on the next best course of action.
Sephiroth also went quiet, the look on his face was tense, deep in thought.
“I mean it. Perhaps it’s odd, but I find it’s useful to follow my impulses. Besides, they say a true master must be able to teach.”
“I guess that makes sense, alright then, what should I try now?”
—//—
“So, are you from Midgar?” Sephiroth offered a gentle hand hosting over your leg as he showed you how to lift yourself on the bar, as you had decided to return to the difficult exercise.
It had been a few weeks since you had come under Sephiroth’s wing, meeting him at dead of night in the gym several nights a week, so you trusted him enough to give an honest answer.
“Nah, only moved here a year ago, I assume you’re Midgar born and raised?”
“But of course.” He said with a soft smirk, walking away once he was satisfied that you were on form. “Why did you come here? Given the war with Wu Tai and Avalanche, it’s not exactly a dream home, wouldn’t you say?”
“I came here for the same reasons most anyone comes here, work and medicine. I think this place is quite the dream home honestly, I’ve got everything I need.”
You lifted yourself with a grunt, having stopped caring about how you sounded a while ago.
“Medicine? Who do you need medicine for?”
“Myself! Is that not obvious?” You laughed at what felt like an insane question from the SOLDIER.
“You don’t seem sick… have you recovered?”
What a strangely genuine question.
“Have you seen me?! My body is a wreck, honestly!” You raised your arms incredulously, showing off what you considered the state of your body, while not visibly broken, internally felt ruined.
He gave you nothing more than an odd look, turning away.
“I mean it! There’s a reason I struggle so much to exercise, I’m not just lazy.” You defended yourself, believing that he was judging you.
—//—
You were stumbling through the throng of people standing by the elevator, wondering why no one was stepping inside since the stairs were a death sentence.
When you saw Sephiroth standing inside, you scoffed, walking in before hitting the button for the 36th floor. You noticed that he was heading to the 58th floor, where the Turks did most of their office work.
The doors slid closed as you turned around and stood at his side, letting out a long suffering sigh once you were out of view of others.
“What a day…” You sighed, truly and deeply tired, but hoping you could turn this into some kind of friendly banter between technical coworkers.
“It’s 8:30 in the morning.” He turned to you with what you thought was a lighthearted smile, which quickly became a frown. “Has something happened?”
“My boss… yeah, my boss happened!” You laughed, to keep the sourness out of your tone. “He just turned up like half an hour before the end of my shift yesterday, dumped a whole week’s worth of work on me, then told me he wanted it done by today! I spent four whole hours in overtime, but it’s still not done.” You sighed again, the reality of the situation setting in.
“This… this might be the last time we ever see each other.”
“What do you mean, over one mistake?” He seemed incredulous.
“My boss has been looking for a reason to fire me since he met me. He thinks I’m a drag on the company.”
At that, he merely hummed in response, turning away and quite efficiently ending the conversation.
You cursed yourself internally for making things awkward and annoying Sephiroth. You hadn’t intended to upset your silver-haired friend, only to state what you knew was true about your workplace.
At the 33rd floor, the elevator rumbled to a stop and opened its doors to reveal your boss.
“You.”
The second he turned his eyes on you, anger spilled clearly into his entire body language. He didn’t move from his place in the doorway, preventing the elevator doors from closing as he began to rant angrily.
“You’ve put the whole upstairs office in chaos! I can’t believe this! I give you one simple task and you fuck it up! This is why we shouldn’t keep retards like you in the office, you hold everyone back!” He growled out, taking a breath and giving you a chance to respond.
“Sir -I- the task was, um, far beyond my capabilities, especially in such a short time-“
“Shut up! You’ve done nothing but irritate me since you got here, go and pack your shit! I can’t wait to get rid of your pathetic ass!”
You breathed heavily, digging your nails into your arms as you held back ugly tears, not wanting to seem more pitiful than you already were.
“Right- right awa-“ You began, your mind racing with thoughts and plans of what the fuck you could do next, where you could go, who you might have to get help from, when you were suddenly reminded of Sephiroth’s presence next to you.
He took one, two, three long, heavy strides towards the elevator door, grabbed your boss by the arm and uttered two simple words.
“Get out.”
Your boss, shocked, stumbled back into the open entryway of the elevator, before giving you a sharp glance and turning on his heel to run. As the doors closed once more, you cleared your throat through your tears.
“Thanks, Seph.” A nickname that very few were allowed to call him. “There was no - no need for that though. I’m still fired, either way. But I guess it’s nicer to not be dealing with him anymore.”
“No you’re not.”
“I’m not? Not what?”
“You’re not fired. I won’t have it.”
“That’s a nice sentiment, Seph, but I don’t think it’s your call to make.”
The doors opened again on your floor, but as you were stepping out, muttering apologies and goodbyes to your friend, he grabbed your arm firmly to halt your words.
“You aren’t leaving me, you’re mine.”
He said it so simply, as if stating scientific fact, before releasing your arm and returning to his full, now suddenly intimidating stature. In your hurry to get out of the elevator before the doors closed, you had no chance to respond.
With the doors closed, you heard the machine whir of the elevator rising and continued to stand dumbfounded for a long moment. Eventually, you stumbled over to your desk, setting out the work you were meant to complete today, all while packing as many miscellaneous items as you could into your bag.
At the end of the day, you returned to your home, provided by Shinra, which you were sure you’d lose within a couple of days.
There was a single letter on the floor inside your door, from the corporation, seemingly sent just today. My eviction notice, you grimly thought.
—//—
Rufus Shinra smirked as he signed the papers before him.
The firing and promotion of some mid-level analytics workers was not usually his business, but today he found himself following the odd request of the greatest SOLDIER to ever live.
In truth, he already had parameters in place to ensure the strange person Sephiroth had set his eyes on would not be leaving the company any time soon, setting them as a useful tool for controlling him.
But what he did not expect was for Sephiroth himself to come to him and request the immediate firing of his new ‘friend’s’ boss, along with a request for said friend to get a promotion that would put them in much more contact with the Turks and SOLDIER departments.
So although the paperwork might have been trivial to some, Rufus, even if confused, took joy in getting one more clasp on the SOLDIER.
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Do you have any hcs for yandere Sephiroth? 👀
໒⦂ ‘𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄’ 𝐇𝐂𝐒.
notes. hi hi so uh i don’t do yandere stuff, it’s not a topic i’m super comfortable with writing ( as mentioned in my rules ) but i will provide a more subtle, toned down version if that’s okay instead :’)
genre. angst + suggestive
tw. possessive behavior, implied manipulation, jealousy
disclaimer. there is a visible flip in the headcanons from pre nibleheim sephiroth to post — which takes on a darker approach. if it’s not something you are comfortable with reading, then don’t.
sephiroth x gn!reader.
⌗ as a person who dealt with the loss of those he allowed into his life, having brought his walls down for them.. i do think sephiroth might have developed a bit of overprotective behavior — which honestly, is expected..
⌗ he doesn’t want to lose you or for any harm to come your way. whether losing you refers to death.. or to someone else — he doesn’t want any of that to come to fruition.
⌗ everything in life he cherished has been taken from him and you are not about to be one of them..
⌗ normally he’s as cool as a pickle if you’re talking to someone else, but there’s this aura emitting from him.. one look at sephiroth and the innocent bystander is practically shaking in their boots.
⌗ you of course — would be confused as hell on this.. i mean when sephiroth pulls you closer, you just assume he wants proximity..
⌗ until you go home, that is, and he’s just holding you without any means of letting go.. it’s silly, watching that subtle, yet visible pout of his and the furrow to his brows and all is understood
⌗ piece of you by shawn mendes tbh that is where my brain is rn
⌗ sometimes it’s a little more than an inescapable hug and turns into a storm of kisses — perhaps even a mark or few would be left in his wake.. but nothing that makes you uncomfortable cuz he doesn’t want to hurt or force you into anything. consent!!
⌗ while he has selfish desires and would prefer to have you all to himself, he values boundaries and freedom — it’s something he wasn’t given and he isn’t about to take that away from you, too.
⌗ but if you were trying to get a reaction out of him by PURPOSELY trying to make him jealous.. good LUCK walking in the morning are the only words i have for you LMAO
⌗ there is after care tho trust and it’s all part of the plan because he gets to have you stay over and spend time with him<3 which — despite your grumbles — you are more than happy to do<3
⌗ now uh, post nibelheim sephiroth.. he is a different case cuz he’s under the influence of jenova cells — which are obviously making him do some wild stuff..
⌗ following the concept that you would have said cells opens up the opportunity to mess with you a bit, as a means of getting you to execute his whims. kinda like he does with cloud..
⌗ he’s aware you’re trying to take him back and save him from what he’s become, and uses that to his advantage. you would do anything for him, wouldn’t you?
⌗ slowly, he would isolate you from your companions — they want him gone, anyway, but you don’t. you couldn’t sit with the idea of your lover being gone, even in spite of all he had done.
⌗ you told yourself it wasn’t him, and it was true, it wasn’t. for that.. you wished to continue your attempts at saving him, even if it was a descent into madness..
⌗ gradually, you are succumbing to his words, allowing them to reshape the view you had made for yourself.
⌗ he was right, anyway. the humans who blindly believed in shinra- were the ones that gave the company the power and means of further destroying the planet for their glory. sephiroth was right in almost every way to execute the goals he made for himself.
⌗ he only ever appeared briefly to you, his caresses leaving enough of a linger to leave you touch starved — yearning for contact.
⌗ the one winged angel only whispered soon in that velvety tone of his, a reassurance of the reunion that would be upon you both in time.
⌗ but at times, you pressed, pleading for just another second — minute or few of his time.. and with that desperation in your voice, the expression that crosses your features, how could he refuse you?
⌗ he would spare his precious time and entertain you a moment longer, indulging just a bit in you, and himself, of course. but once more leaving you lingering, longing for more.
notes. not one for writing yandere oriented content, so i hope this was okay and fulfilling enough since i watered it down quite a bit :’) just not super comfy associating him with the qualities of a yandere..
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Part One | There's No Escape: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7
Part Two | There's Nowhere to Run: RETURNING SOON!
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Headcanons
Animals | Vendetta or ID!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Love a Man in Uniform | rookie!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Finally | Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Hybrid | Puppy!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
The Necromancer | Necromancer!Sephiroth x OC/Self Insert
The Dark of You | Death Island!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Tick Tock | Yandere Death Island!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
I'll Be Home | RE4!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Unto Ashes | Sephiroth x Fem!Reader
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Masterlist
Last updated: 03, 05, 2024
About me
Fluffcember 2023
DEVIL MAY CRY:
Dante:
Tired (Fluff)
Period headcannons
Pregnant (fluffy fanfic + headcannons)
Dirty talk headcannons
Ditching Prom (NSFW)
Fatherhood headcannons
Pregnancy care headcannons
Wedding day (fluff)
Nightmares (Angst/fluff)
Half angel SO headcannons
Cuddling headcannons
Ninja girlfriend headcannons
Childbirth comfort headcannons
Shadows of the past (angst/fluff/slight smut)
Forbidden Love
Dense (Funny-ish fluff)
Eating Pussy (NSFW)
NSFW alphabet
What's under there? (Smut kinda)
Perturbation (angst)
A problem (NSFW)
Strawberry panties (Suggestive, not quite NSFW)
S/O with teeth insecurities
Size kink headcannons (sfw & nsfw)
New pajamas (fluff)
Fated (angst)
Quiet night in (fluff)
Don't hurt yourself (angst)
Miscarriage comfort headcannons (angst)
Owning a cat headcannons
Hot (Yandere Dante)
Valentine’s Date
Caught a cold (fluff)
Rejected (angst)
Home invasion
Vergil:
I'll love you forever (Angst/NSFW)
Warm-up (Fluff)
Nsfw alphabet
Disquietude (angst)
S/O with teeth insecurities
Hot (Yandere Vergil)
NSFW headcannons
I'll hold you (angst/fluff)
S/O who stares a lot headcannons
Half-angel S/O headcannons
Nero:
Anxiety (angst)
S/O with teeth insecurities
NSFW headcannons
Half-angel S/O headcannons
V:
Hysteria (angst)
Dating headcannons
Nsfw alphabet
FINAL FANTASY VII:
Sephiroth:
Beauty day headcanons
S/O making them wear a dress headcanons
Anything for my baby (fluff)
Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons
Those eyes (angst)
Genesis:
Beauty day headcanons
S/O making them wear a dress headcanons
Attention (Fluff)
Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons
Dating headcannons
Angeal:
Beauty day headcanons
S/O making them wear a dress headcanons
Dating headcannons
Thanksgiving with S/O headcannons
Reno:
Dating Reno headcannons
A great misunderstanding (Yandere Reno x reader)
Kadaj:
Reunion (angst)
Final Fantasy 9:
Kuja:
They'd warned you (Yandere Kuja x reader)
Gone (angst)
Metal Gear (MG)
Raiden:
Pregnancy headcannons (fluff)
Pregnancy headcannons part 2 (fluff)
Pregnancy headcannons part 3 (fluff)
Childbirth headcannons (fluff)
Fatherhood headcannons (fluff)
Safe (angst/fluff)
Half Cyborg headcannons (sfw and nsfw)
NSFW headcannons
Succumb (NSFW)
Dominance (NSFW)
Eating pussy (NSFW)
Good boy (NSFW)
S/O who was man-made (angst)
I'm gonna a be a dad?!
S/O with a size difference kink
MGS2! NSFW alphabet
Mommy (NSFW)
Pregnant and horny (NSFW)
Bangin' in the shower (NSFW)
He picked Rose (angst)
Besotted (fluff)
Chilling out (fluff)
Cramps (hurt/comfort)
Misc:
If Vergil and Sephiroth met headcannons
How to use their, there, and they're
If Leon Kennedy and Dante met headcannons
Rapunzel (Sephiroth x Cloud)
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Fighting For You -Yandere!1st Class-
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Prompt: What would happen if Yandere Sephiroth and Yandere Genesis, Yandere Angeal fights over the female reader
Pairing: 1st Class Soldiers x Female!Reader
Summary:
Word Count: 1.1k
When you first met Genesis you thought of him being a friend. Just a really good friend.
The two of you met at a bookstore. You somehow lost your one and only copy of loveless and needed to grab another quickly.
So after work you rushed to your local store and quickly navigated your way to the ‘poetry’ section. Once your eyes found the all to familiar white cover, they lit up.
A series of apologies left your lips as you weave though the other shoppers, occasionally bumping into them.
As you stood in front of the bookshelf, you reach out to grab the last remaining copy, but stop as another hand cuts in front of yours and grab the poem for himself.
“Hey!” Your voice was louder than anticipated, but it caused the stranger, and a few passersby, to stop and look towards you. The stranger raised his eyebrow in displeasure at you.
“You can’t just take the last book like that.” The man chuckles at your words before glaring between your figure, the empty loveless section, and the poem in his hand.
“Why. Do you wish for this? The hand holding the book rose to eye level. He watched as your eyes follow along and widen at the movement. A smirk rose to his lips.
“Well, I can’t give just anyone this copy. Why don’t you join me for coffee as we discuss this work of art?” His free hand motioned to a small cafe across the street from you. You took a moment to think before nodding.
For the next for hours. The two of you sat in the small cafe and talked. You began speaking about the poem you both loved. But that slowly morphed into personal talk. You learned a lot about the stranger, his name, where he grew up, and his occupation. You told him the same details about you in return.
The next thing either of you knew, the sun was beginning to set. As an orange hue overtook the blue sky, you said your goodbyes to Genesis, but not before receiving his phone number.
♡♡♡♡♡
One night you come home to a mysterious wrapped package sitting on your doorstep. It was your name written in beautiful handwriting. Carefully you begin to unwrap the package and gasp when you see whats inside.
The Loveless book you and Genesis met over. You gleam over the pristine cover then begin to carefully flip though the pages only to stop just after the cover when he see a sticky note with the same handwriting on it.
“Dearest Y/N.
I realized after you left that I failed to return this book to you. I hope you can forgive me for tracking down your location this why, but i wanted to make sure this copy found its why into loving hands.
If you wish, I left my number if you ever wish to talk more. I would love to hear your thoughts.
- Genesis
You picked put the number in your phone and sent a quick text to both confirm the number and that you got the book. Within a few hours Genesis had responded.
♡♡♡♡♡
Over the next several days, you and Genesis spoke nearly every day. He told you about his day and vise versa. You even spend a few hours a day speaking of your shared love for the epic.
It didn’t take long for him to fall for you. You were so passionate about something he loved, and for once he could talk to someone who understood his passion.
Unlike Angeal and Sephiroth who just dealt with his obsession - you understood what he was talking about and wanted him to continue, even after several hours.
♡♡♡♡♡
Once the two of you got tired of speaking over the phone, he invited you over. Which is how you ended up meeting Sephiroth and Angeal.
The other two were suppose to be on a mission all week, leaving Genesis and subsequently you, all alone.
You expected to spend a full week alone with him, that was until his two colleagues walking into the room. The three of you shared awkward glances before Genesis introduced you.
♡♡♡♡♡
For your next few visits, the mood between you and the soldiers slowly got better. Instead of narrowed eyed glares, you got a welcoming smile. They began talking to you more and including you into conversations instead of pretending like your presence was null.
Eventually they started inviting you to other activities. Angeal would ask you to cook with him, and invite you to spend some time in his personal garden where he would give you tips and tricks.
Meanwhile Sephiroth wanted to train you. He wants you to defend yourself. He also attempts to introduce you to other books, mainly to annoy Genesis, but also he wished for someone else to enjoy the books he does and to spend his quiet time with someone else.
At first Genesis was happy you and his two other friends were getting alone, but that quickly changed as he began to notice you spend more time with them and less with him.
Genesis tried to think of different ways to get you to spend more time with him, like getting front row tickets to the loveless play or ordering your favorite food, yet even after those you still made plans with the other 1st classes.
The red head at first tried to blame you, thinking you were ignore him on purpose, but then after seeing how nice you are to others, he realized you were just to kind for your own good. Of course his friends are taking advantage of your kind nature.
So instead he took out his frustration on his fellow soldiers. He fought harder against them, took his missions more serious, and even tried to take control of their missions.
He continued this until Angeal and Sephiroth confronted Genesis on his actions.
Genesis stood in the virtual training room when Sephiroth and Angeal interrupted him. Angeal began asking his childhood friend about his recent behavior.
Genesis chuckled before telling them everything. About how they were trying to take you away from him,. That you were constantly wasting your precious time of them, when you should be spending it with him instead.
Within a few minutes all three men has drawn their weapons and pointed at each other.
Genesis and Angeal charged first, leaving Sephiroth amused at his stubborn friends actions. It didn’t take long for the three to commence a heated battle.
♡♡♡♡♡
Sephiroth stood tall over his panting friends, their swords flung across the room during battle.
The silverette gazed down at his sword for a moment before turning towards each of the soldiers
“I’ll warn you once. Stay away from her.”
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I love your stories, I can't wait for the next update!
Please don't push yourself to hard and take good care of your health.
Though my choices of literature can be... Questionable? I truly do enjoy the way you write your characters and how you slowly build them.
The theme of "yandere" has always been a difficult one for me.
Is it simply commiting immoral acts for the sake of love? Or is it something deeper than that?
Most yandere stories I stumbled upon has a swift narrative, one chapter the mc meets soon to be Yan character and then next their a yandere that has already fallen to the point of no return.
So, if you don't mind, can you recommend some for me to read?
since you didn't clarify which fandom or if you want original or not, i just put down my favs that i can remember!!
click here for a list of some pjo, alice in borderland, diabolik lovers, and baldur's gate 3 fics
click here for jjk and record of ragnarok fics
pandaemonium (chrollo x oc)
when the desert weeps, my soul cries out to you (sakura x gaara & sasori)
in which many things gang angly (sakura x gaara & sasori)
mother's song (sakura x gaara)
tamed (original)
breaking you (leon kennedy x reader)
insatiable (leon kennedy x reader)
fake it until you make it (sephiroth x reader)
the forest yearns (zenos yae galvus x oc)
the red string of fate (emet-selch x reader)
always mine (noctis x reader; need ao3 login!)
(wish i could find more, but i got too lazy to keep searching 💀)
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Angry Sephiroth + nsfw + "On your kness. I want you to beg for forgiveness." + prideful darling.
Please?
Something about Sephy domming the darling gets me swooning. Enjoy a Crisis Cutie Collection fic starring AC Sephy. Also, a HoS episode.
Pairing: AFAB Darling/AC Sephiroth (HoS AU)
Word Count: 2.3k
Content Warning: NSFW, Dubcon/Noncon, Fighting, Blood, Sadomachism. Mind Control. Mind Break.
You and Sephiroth were surrounded by silence, broken only by the evening wind. The Sephiroth you were with was usually intense towards you and had been unpredictable in the past. However, recently he had been showering you with love. He had been there for you during your sudden and mysterious illness, giving you reassurance with every touch. He listened intently to your worries and aspirations for the future, without ever saying a word. Even now, he was spoiling you by taking you on a stroll. You were so far away from the house, it filled your adventurous heart with joy. You wondered if this newfound tranquility was because he was finally at ease with the other Sephiroths, and with the reality of sharing you. Suddenly, you felt a slight pressure from his grip on you. His gloved hand was firm and secure as he placed it just underneath your right breast. He began massaging the flesh slowly and methodically, as if he had a purpose in doing it.
This wasn't his sole oddity; this particular Sephiroth had been quiet during your time together. While you were busy studying the trees and taking in the natural beauty around you, he was silently observing you. It was strange how he had been so quiet. But, there was no point in worrying about it at the moment. Instead, you allowed yourself to be enveloped by the dreariness of the gloomy woods. It was such a liberating feeling to be away from that confining ethereal house. Through, you knew that you would eventually have to return.
As you walked alongside the river ravine, you felt mesmerized by the cool air that blasted up from its depths. However, as you continued further, you noticed that the water was becoming shallow and the river's depths were dwindling. Suddenly, Sephiroth came to a halt, his fingers digging into your delicate flesh as a signal for you to stop as well. You studied him, sensing the prickling energy around you two as you waited for his response.
“This could be our future together,” he murmured, pushing your petite body closer to his chest. As he looked up, his words continued to flow, you couldn't help but be captivated by his beauty. In the gloomy light from the clouds, his sinister nature was almost overshadowed by his angelic appearance.
"And what of the other Sephiroths?" You innocently asked, anxiety bubbled within you. He chuckled, his strong hands kneading into your soft flesh. It's starting to hurt a little bit. Why is he so insistent on gently stroking that area of your body!?
"They will join this planet's Lifestream. Girdle the planet — choking it; corroding it." His cool, deep voice echoed in the air. You muffled a sob, your gaze growing more frightened as he looked at you. Those words. It's as if you heard them before. And the other Sephiroths, you don't want them to go... You treasure them as much as you cherish this one. Why can't they just get along!? Sephiroth grasped your jaw firmly, digging his thumb and index finger into your soft cheeks.
"When you and Mother become one, our dream will be realized," his eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into a sinister and sadistic grin after his last words. When his slit eyes met your own, a chill ran down your spine. "It seems I won't have to do much after all... You already have her eyes..." He spoke in a low, sultry whisper. When you heard his last sentence, you were filled with dread. You had no more interest in talking to him, so you quickly turned your head away. But with his punishing grip on your jaw, he made you stare back into his piercing eyes.
"No, not yet! I need to know who I am..." You spoke, your voice becoming choked with sorrow and fear, but with a tinge of resolve. Sure, your hands were trembling, but the strength of your words was unmistakable. Your resolve will eclipse your dread.
"And for what? To learn of your past betrayals and your broken promise to join her? Your mission is fruitless. Make new memories. With me." His free hand rested it on your lower belly, where your womb was at.
Part of you felt drawn to his offer. The loving and familiar tone beneath his mockingly affectionate words was almost too tempting to resist. Yet a bigger part of you was consumed with an intense rage. No one will force you into this decision, not even him. You don't care, even if his lie about your consent to join Jenova is somehow true. That's a decision you won't be making for a long time, if ever. You may not be able to choose your fate of being confined in the house, or how the Sephiroths and Jenova view you, but you can always choose your identity.
This next move of yours is certainly foolish. But with every ounce of strength you had, you wrenched yourself out of his grasp and gave him a swift kick as a parting gift. You only saw his face for a moment, but you could tell your sudden show of resistance surprised him. He quickly regained his balance as his Masamune manifested from the air, and a twisted, wide grin crept across his face.
You won't last long, but at least you're defending your honor. You luck out as you narrowly miss a swipe of his blade, feeling the chill of the metal as it rushes past you. That swipe would've wiped your head clean off. Your adrenaline firing up as you watched some of your hair cut away from that. He then lunges his blade towards you again, forcing you to employ the evasive technique another Sephiroth taught you, the one who rarely visits the ethereal house.
"On your knees. I want you to beg for forgiveness," His voice was low and sultry, but the underlying anger was unmistakable. You shook your head, feeling the heat of your rage and the intensity of your arousal. You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you faced the danger. This is a nice change of pace, but why are you so energized? Perhaps it's the thrill of flirting with danger? Or asserting your identity?
A searing pain erupted when he dragged his long blade across your left abdomen, making you yelp in agony. His slit eyes constricted as he inhaled the strong, metallic smell of your blood in the air. You could tell by the intensity of his gaze that he was tiring of this mock battle.
You kept up your facade of resistance, evading his strikes with good effort, but each one made it harder and harder to stay standing. You attempted to charge forward, but his blade piercing your body forced you to come to an abrupt halt. His facial expression suddenly softened to a loving one, yet you could still feel his dark pleasure as he languidly lifted you up with his long blade. You forget that despite his lean appearance, he's as muscular and strong as the other Sephiroths underneath his trench coat.
"You've never looked so beautiful..."He uttered in his trance, as if this moment of cruelty wasn't really happening. You grimaced, but still managed to give him a triumphant beam. He may have wounded your body, but he hasn't wounded your spirit yet. After his loving expression wavered, his furious snarl came back, flinging you from his long blade. You plummeted into the shallow ravine with a loud thud, the hard ground sending shockwaves through your body, but your adrenaline rush made it easier to stomach.
You sat up on your knees and peered into the water's reflection, but you couldn't bring yourself to look into your own eyes. Your exhilaration quickly disappeared when a sudden, searing pain in your head took over. You saw a vision of yourself and Sephiroth. In it, you could almost feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek and see the curl of his lips as he smirked.
"You're just a broken doll, existing to be filled with whatever I choose," His voice was like a spell, calm and sadistic, it lingered in your mind. An unbearable sensation began in your right abdomen, even though he hadn't hurt you in that spot. You whimpered, the pebbles in the shallow water clattered against each other in your fists. You then ripped your dress open, observing the flesh of your skin underneath your right breast.
After it was gone for some time, you couldn't believe it. Your mysterious illness made its unwelcome return known, the symptoms making you weak in the knees. Could this Sephiroth be the cause of this overwhelming force? You reached to touch the flesh, but your hands recoiled. It's a thick, oozy blackness on your skin. Is that why he was kneading, probing, and squeezing this exact spot? You let out an agonized moan as another vision invaded your throbbing head. It was one of him tenderly holding your naked form, his gloved fingers stroking your enlarged clit as he murmured sweet nothings in your ear.
A gloved hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to gaze upon your own reflection in the glassy surface of the river. There was a faint glow radiating from your vivid pinkish-red slit eyes, just like hers.
"You were never in control... All you are is a broken doll," He said, now directly behind you. Those last two words bounced around in your head like a pinball. He gracefully lowered himself to your level, mounting your petite body. His lips were like velvet against your earlobe, while his other hand caressed the blackened, gooey flesh beneath your right breast. He used his thumb to tease your nipple.
You moaned, feeling both pain and pleasure, the goosebumps rose up on your skin. You should not be taking any pleasure in the suffering he's causing you... But maybe he's right. Maybe you're really just a broken doll, waiting for someone or something to breathe life back into you with a few strokes of a paintbrush. With the past behind you, why not create a brighter future with him? But these thoughts... AREN'T YOURS! ...right? His arousal pressed against you, igniting your body with desire as he filled your mind with increasingly sensual visions. The sky shifted from its once light and gloomy hue to a deep, inky darkness, leaving the two of you enveloped in shadows. Your hand instinctively finds his gloved one, clasping it beneath your right breast.
"W-what is this on my body? Why hasn't her cells cured me?!" you shouted, struggling to get the words out before the overwhelming sensations consumed you.
"Who knows? I'm delighted that my test run was successful. I wonder how far she will let me go this time..." He said it in a stoic yet joyous tone. His cock rested at your wet entrance for a moment. You waited with bated breath for him to just plunge into your depths. Instead, he goes for your ass, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. He filled your tight hole with his entire length, taking no mercy. The set pace was languid, but every slow thrust had the force behind it, like a hammer hitting a nail. It's a good thing that the water from the ravine eased his entrance, but no matter, you're still clutching onto the pebbles in the water for dear life. He still traced circles on your oozing, dark flesh, the sensation filled you with pain.
You almost want to reach for your neglected cunt, but his menacing gaze bore into the back of your head, daring you to defy him by pleasuring yourself. You then let go of all resistance, allowing your beloved Sephiroth to claim you. His pleasure is paramount, not yours. How can you be so selfish and forget your bond with him and the others? You will always have a special bond with the Sephiroths, as you are their beloved darling.
With his powerful thrusts, you can feel and hear your tight hole squelching, the sound of smacking flesh resonating. His languid pace is driving you insane. Like the other Sephiroth, he had already located your sweet spot that made your body quiver with delight, but he maintained a slow and steady rhythm. You know you've been a bad girl for him, but your body is aching for more of his touch, begging for him to increase his speed and attend to your cunt. He leaned down, his warm breath tickling your ear.
"Don't you see? Even Mother knows you belong to me," His composed tone was louder and more forceful. His thrusts increased in intensity as more of his passionate words filled your mind and his voice vibrated in your ears. You feel your knees shake, but his forceful presence behind you presses onward, refusing to give you a moment of rest. You are to sit there and take him, like the ungrateful traitor you are. His fingers dug into your jaw with increasing force while he slammed his hips into you.
After some time, your body shook with intense tremors as his corrupted seed infiltrated your guts. The overwhelming ache in your knees caused them to give way, and you fell face first into the water's icy embrace. He pulled out of your ass slowly, his seed still dripping down his member. When a few moments passed, you weakly lifted your head from his commanding voice in your head. Your clit was still erect and your needy cunt was still unfilled. You won't be able to reach your climax this time.
You gazed back into the flowing water and saw your reflection ripple back. You looked the same, but your eyes had an even more intense glow this time. A terrified whimper came from your lips when you spotted Sephiroth's reflection alongside yours, his sinister smirk on his face as he nuzzled against your warm cheek. Why is this your fate? Your eyes stung as a single tear fell while a strange, different voice reverberated in your head.
"Because...you are a doll."
doll. Alternate title: AC Sephy Manhandles His Precious Doll. This is a pretty important entry in HoS, so I figured to make this into a fic. Also, I thought this would be a good opportunity to expand on the "doll analogy" for the darling. I love it so much... Thank you to the wonderful anon who first brought it to my attention. And thanks to the anon who requested this prompt!
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Hello, my requests are currently Open
Below is my master list for you to look at the link will be updated when I have time.
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I do have rules that need to be followed when requesting. I do have a no under 18s rule. I am quite strict with this as its a safe guarding thing. This is for your benefit AND mine.
(Dividers by @cafekitsune)
FF7 Characters I’ll write for are:
· Sephiroth
· Zack Fair
· Cloud Strife
· Rufus Shinra
· Reno
· Vincent
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I will automatically write the reader as Female both sex and Gender, if you want me to write another gender/sex please let me know.
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· character x character
· Abuse
· poly relationships
· yandere
· Anything involving non-consensual encounters
· Anything involving nsfw themes with underage characters
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I am also currently writing random Drabble cross overs from the fandoms of Brandon Sandersons Cosmere, FF7.
This is for my entertainment and for ma brain.
#final fantasy vii#ff7r#reno of the turks#sephiroth#reno x reader#cloud strife#Sephiroth x reader#i'm lazy at tagging
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I really like your wirting! I've been really wondering if the scenario here is that the self-aware Yandere Sephiroth, he'd probably still go crazy and mad. But as if he most interesting in fem!player!reader (she is «goddess» for him). Suffering from an existential crisis, he begins to destroy all the "fake", acts more violently in the "game" (causing those events that should not have happened even opening additional scenes that should not be in the game, the AI acts pretty tough taking off all the xp for one minor blow, plus creepy looking right at the player!) Kind of like trying to get into fem!reader world or move her into FF's world. Probably through the "weird" dialogues in the game Aerith (also breaks the 4-wall, but not like Sephy) is trying to keep and save fem!reader from Sephiroth by gently hinting to "delete the game" before it's too late.
Reader: Wow... new scary Easter egg! Stop! It's strange that there's no information on the Internet about these Easter eggs... And it's starting to look like Creepypasta...
Sephiroth behind her back: Hello dear, how about hugging and kissing your dear "lover" who has come such a hard way for you...
Reader: (chuckles) i'm in danger(It's my frist request and sorry my bad english 👉👈 love ya!)
Hello! I confess honestly, I myself do not speak English very well, and often improvise, because this is not my native language. But I understand what you mean, so it's okay!
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In this case, you will really think that these are easter eggs, but when you google anything that could be connected with this, what you see in the game, your thoughts are simply: what? what the fuck?…
You might think that you downloaded a fan image of the game, maybe that's why there are additional cutscenes, but Aerith's hints scare you.
She often speaks not to Cloud, but to you. Saying "it all seems like such a strange game! Doesn't it, Cloud? We need to stop Sephiroth before he destroys this entire universe!"
You are a little scared, but your interest in the game does not disappear, which is why you continue to enter the game and try to find the "new content" that you came across in the game.
However, now Sephiroth, seeing you face to face, speaks to you. No more with Cloud.
"You think it's all Easter eggs, don't you? Whether I disappoint you or not, we'll see you very soon. Darling."
and now you realize that it was a big mistake.
However, when you feel a touch on your shoulder, and you realize that someone is standing behind you….
Run.
#self aware final fantasy#self aware au#yandere sephiroth#sephiroth x reader#yandere final fantasy vii#final fantasy vii x reader#yandere final fantasy#final fantasy x reader
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Fate Steps In [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]
Title: Fate Steps In [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]
Synopsis: Self-pity is the strongest emotion you cling to nowadays, but sometimes you wonder if you even deserve to feel it. Does any woman who willingly walks into the arms of someone like Sephiroth deserve to feel sorry for themselves?
Word count: 5046
notes: yandere, captive (but not kidnapped) reader, NSFW bondage sex, mentions of physical and mental abuse, threats
You’re stubborn. Too stubborn for his liking, and shouldn’t everything--everything--be to his liking? Oh, yes, you are frightened of him, as you should be. And oh, yes, you are obedient, as you should be… but it’s only to a certain point.
Sometimes it’s almost entertaining, the way you think he doesn’t notice this. Yes, you are quick to jump when he says jump, but there’s always a little something you do to keep yourself intact. If he tells you to sit on his lap, you don’t fight his order in any overt way, but you keep your muscles tensed or pull away from his body-- just a fraction of an inch, just a little.
If he presses you against the wall and begins to ravage your neck with bruising kisses, you don’t cry or scream or press your hands uselessly against his shoulders. But you keep your eyes glued to something behind him, you keep your lips pressed together, refusing to acknowledge his actions to his full satisfaction.
Such little things that you do. You probably think he doesn’t care. He’s never said anything about it, after all. Yet he does notice, and he does care, and he will do something about it in time.
You’re holding onto something, keeping yourself from completely giving in to the hand that he presses down on your shoulder. Why haven’t you given in to him? Why haven’t you fully accepted your place by his side--no, at his feet?
There are not many who would resist the will of Sephiroth, and yet you are doing just that.
He won’t stand for it forever. But. He is patient and fully aware of his own abilities. He can wait. He knows that he will break you down eventually. You will become exactly what he has imagined for you, you will fit that mold even if he has to break your body as well as your mind to make you fit.
The only question is, how long will you last?
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You hate Sephiroth. You hated him even before you knew who he was, hated him from the moment you were born, some innate natural instinct that made you understand he was not normal, he was not good, he should not exist.
Yet it doesn’t matter how you feel about him. Or anything else, for that matter. Because you’re stuck. Stuck with him. Stuck in his world.
Self-pity churns in your stomach so often these days that you swear you can taste it, a distinct sour bile that occasionally finds its way rising to your throat. Self-pity is perhaps the most selfish thing you’ve felt in so long, maybe even the only selfish emotion you’re allowed to keep for yourself.
Should you even be allowed to feel that pitiful emotion? It’s something you’ve considered now and then.
It’s terrible here, true. It’s terrible living in this compound (though his quarters are certainly spacious, certainly well-equipped, certainly nothing to sneeze at) and being under the thumb of a man whose very being makes your soul want to squirm. It’s terrible being pulled away from your friends and family. You miss them so much, a constant ache that can never be soothed. If you could just see them again, or hear them--no, not even that much. If you could just know they were all right, that might be enough.
It’s astounding, the things you will accept when your life has been compressed down to a singular person.
It was awful enough to learn of his… pursuit of you before all this. You couldn’t call it a “romantic pursuit,” though you sometimes get the feeling he would disagree. He wanted you, wholly, in a way you would never give to anyone--much less to him. You denied him. At first. At first and then… he got what he wanted. And now, the simple concept of peace has been lost to you forever. He controls what you do and who you talk to and what you wear and sometimes you wonder if there is a “you” at all anymore, or if you have been turned into some kind of marionette made of flesh and blood, moving about on his whims, fingers dancing along your strings.
All of that is true.
Yet it’s also true that you’re here of your own free will. A fact he reminds you of often, the metaphorical grinding of his boot onto your wound. You could’ve said no. You could’ve rejected him that one… final… time.
But you couldn’t say no. Not when the offer he made was so cruel. And so you agreed, and you came with him, and now here you are. Signed, sealed, delivered.
Can you truly feel self-pity when it’s something you ran into head-first, knowing what would happen? Knowing the consequences? Knowing, deep down, what would become of you?
The sour taste touches the back of your tongue, and you swallow it down. Disgust blooms in your stomach, matching the taste.
At least that churning self-pity is something you keep for yourself. Sephiroth has taken many things from you. Your freedom, your family, the ability to make even the simplest of choices for yourself. But he can’t take every secret, not when you keep this--and other things, small things, oh so small but crucial to your sanity--to yourself.
You have to hold onto that. You don’t know what will happen if you don’t.
--
Perhaps he has been neglecting you. It’s a strange, almost soft thought that comes to his mind as he watches you sleep. He enjoys watching you sleep. You would hate the reason why, if you knew. He enjoys watching you sleep because in your sleep, you are perfectly helpless, unable to resist him as you do in your waking hours.
Sleep is the only time you’re unable to control yourself, and your face goes slack in your dreams--calm and rested, not pinched and pouting and trying so hard to stay composed in his presence. And he can revel in the fact that there is at least one part of your day--your nights, rather--in which you can’t put up your pointless, silly little bits of resistance.
Perhaps it’s your restful look that is giving him pause. You could not say he’s neglecting you physically. No, he is always sure to deliver on that point. But perhaps he is too wrapped up in his own goals, what he is striving to achieve not just for himself but for the entire world, to give you the attention you need. The attention that will finally force you to drop your useless resistance and accept him. Accept yourself, too--who you should be, now that he has you.
You sigh in your sleep, turning over in the bed. The sheets underneath you rustle with the movement and he finds himself closing his eyes, soaking in your undisturbed presence.
One day, soon, you’ll behave like this even when you are awake.
He looks forward to it.
--
There is something wrong with Sephiroth. Undeniably, unquestionably wrong.
If you hadn’t been told not to speak to any of the men in the compound without permission, you might tell them so yourself. What if he is sick? What if something has snapped in his brain, and you and everyone here are just seconds away from being vaporized in some chaotic explosion bubbling under the surface? Figurative or maybe even literal.
You know there is something wrong with him, because he won’t leave you alone. Of course, he is always there in the mornings and in the evenings. To choose your outfit and tell you what to eat and push you onto the bed for sex that always end with bruises and soreness. But beyond that? You were often left to your own devices, limited though they are. You’ve taken to enjoying the middle of the day, because you can pretend that you’re somewhere else to a blissful extent. Reading a book in the corner even feels normal, until you hear the telltale sound of the door opening and he strides in, demanding your attention.
But now? It seems like he’s always trailing your shadow, or worse, insisting on bringing you everywhere with him. Whereas you might be left alone to read a book for the afternoon before, you’re now forced to sit in shadowy rooms while he talks with someone you’ve never met. While he scours old maps and all the books that almost crumble when he turns the pages. While he walks the corridors of the compound, now with you trailing behind him. You imagine you must look dutiful, your steps quickening on the cold floors as he strides down them. Dutiful--and a bit like a puppy following its master.
Maybe that’s what he wants? You don’t know how to account for the shift in his behavior. Yes, he was possessive before. But there’s something different to his actions now that gives you the greatest sense of unease. It’s maddening. You can’t remember the last time you were alone, truly alone.
All those little habits you’d acquired are now, patiently, surely--shaken and ruined. He doesn’t let you read unless you’re sitting in the same room with him, no, more than that: unless you’re sitting on his lap. You can’t take in a single word when he insists on this at first, but find--and there’s something horrifying about this--that little by little, you can focus once again on the pages despite his body underneath yours. Despite his arms around you. Despite his voice occasionally crooning in your ear.
You have to, don’t you? Otherwise you’d never be able to enjoy a book again. That’s what you tell yourself as your body begins to slowly unwind from its magnificently held tension, as your brain begins to allow you to read the books without skimming over half the pages. As you relax in the arms he keeps around you.
As the days pass and relaxation becomes the norm. As you almost forget who he is and what he does and what he can do.
And then comes the worst of it.
He speaks to you. Oh, no. Not the low threats that he eagerly hissed in your ear when you weren’t being obedient enough; not the teasing remarks made when he had you underneath him on the bed, spread and wet and keening.
But ordinary words.
“What, exactly, have you been reading all this time?”
You must do a double take, because he smiles. It’s not a nice smile, but it doesn’t--for once--appear intentionally cruel. The simple sight of his lips quirked upwards brings an instinctive curling to your gut, regardless of intention.
Your heart thrums in your chest for a few agonizing beats.
And then you slowly bring the cover up, keeping your finger on the page, shifting on his lap uncomfortably. It’s a novel. One about a world that doesn’t exist and couldn’t exist, because the world in the book is fair and beautiful and nothing like the one you live in. It’s one of the only possessions you were allowed to bring from home, and one of the few books in the compound you could tolerate. You’ve read it a thousand times, you’re sure.
He regards the somewhat saccharine cover and then flicks his gaze back to you.
“It seems pointless.”
You can practically hear the gears whirring in his head (will he make you get rid of it, you wonder?) so you you slip your bookmark back into the pages--you get the feeling you won’t be able to focus on it for a while, anyway--and hold the book almost protectively to your chest.
“I like books like this,” you say, a hint of defense in your voice. “They’re fun.” And then you feel your muscles clench in icy fear, because you just talked back at him, didn’t you? Whined at him, like a child.
Maybe that was his plan all along… to make you forget who he was so you would slip up, and he could punish you for it. He did once threaten to break your leg if you didn’t stop complaining and struggling. And he did break your finger, the first time you slapped him. You’ve never done it since. You learn quickly.
You expect at the very best, a low threat in your ear, a reminder of your place. Skipping the warning and going right to something that bruises or hurts or scares is something else at the forefront of your mind.
He does neither.
Instead, he reaches out with a gloved hand and lightly taps the cover that you’re clutching so desperately to your chest.
“I can find more, if you like.”
You don’t realize that you’re biting the inside of your cheek until you open your mouth to say something, shifting your teeth away from the well-bitten flesh. There’s an aching, thick soreness and the taste of metal on your tongue. But you get the words out anyway, soft, confused little words, words you never thought you’d say to him at all.
“Thank you?”
You can’t bear to look at him to see his response, so you stare back down at the cover.
He chuckles, and the sound seems to rumble in his chest, pressing against your back like a car motor.
It’s a strange sensation that sticks with you like tar for a long while after.
Sticks to you like Sephiroth seems content to do.
And yet… after a while, like so many other changes in your life, you find you don’t notice it as much. You find that It becomes normal. Normal to follow him here and there. Normal to sit quietly while he does things that you tune out, instead focusing on a new book you’ve been given or, if your eyes are tired or it’s too dark to read, conjuring up daydreams to keep yourself occupied. Normal to sit on his lap in the evenings, calm, relaxed, taking in a new story or simply gathering your energy before the inevitable at the end of the night.
Normal to be around Sephiroth so much that you forget your self-proclaimed rebellions. Not all at once. Not abruptly. Little by little, inch by inch, they don’t seem necessary anymore. Why tense up on his lap when all he was doing was holding you, instead of groping and pinching and biting? Why refuse to answer his questions, when he was asking different ones now, milder ones, about your interests and childhood?
Why fight as much as you have been, when you don’t need to anymore?
If you weren’t so tired of being tense and wound tight as can be, and then finally so relieved at the gradual slackening of that tension, that question would have scared you.
It should have scared you.
--
“Good. Now stay still for me.”
As if I have a choice, you think, tensing your wrists against the coolness of the military grade steel cuffs.
He’s never tied you up before. Why would he need to? You don’t struggle, you don’t fight. What little fight you had against his sexual advances died the first night you tried them, when it was abundantly clear that you never stood a chance.
With these cuffs, however, the fear you thought had seeped from your body in recent weeks has come crawling back, thick and sludge-like. It’s a familiar, horrible sensation that weighs you down with dread.
It’s almost funny that you didn’t believe him at first, when he told you to put your hands up against the headboard so that he could cuff them there. You even scoffed a little, pushing the edge of insubordination that had been drummed out of you with a broken finger and threats that didn’t bear repeating.
Yet he merely smiled, and it was a hungry smile, one that made your heart beat so fast that you felt a little sick.
You did it, though, and now here you are--handcuffed to the bed with hard steel cuffs… that were padded on the insides. You wonder if he had them custom made, and what the other person thought of his request. You wonder this, because wondering why he wanted you bound to the bed, and what he might be planning seems far worse. So you screw your eyes shut and think inane things, trying to ward off the fear coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach.
“Open your eyes.”
So much for that.
Slowly, you force yourself to open them; your eyelids stick for a moment, as if even your body wants to rebel against fully acknowledging whatever it is Sephiroth has planned for the evening.
What you see when your eyes finally focus is Sephiroth standing above you, chest bared, his eyes shining impossibly in the darkness of the room. Shining, as always, with life… with something teeming underneath that wants to pull you down under and keep you there until you drown.
You wish you could move your arms. If you could move your arms, you might be able to control the anxiety prickling at you, threatening to wash over you too much and too fast if things continue.
“What,” you ask, and it’s the strongest tone you’ve felt the urge to use with him in so long, “do you want?” You clench and unclench your hands, drawing his attention, referring to the cuffs without actually acknowledging them out loud.
He doesn’t answer. Instead he crawls on the bed, keeping himself in between your bare--but thankfully untied--legs.
“Don’t be foolish. You know exactly what I want.”
Looking down at his gaze, hungry and gleaming, it’s easy enough to tell.
You swallow, throat thick. You don’t want to be tied up for this. At least when you can move, there’s the false hope of being able to fight back, of having some control over what he does to your body. What he makes you do, underneath him. But with your hands bound above you, you can’t stop him, even if you were brave enough to try. It doesn’t matter what he does, pleasure or pain, you simply have to take it. Because you can’t. fucking. move.
“Please untie me,” you whisper. It’s a pathetic sound, and you regret making it.
“No,” he says, casual, flippant. If he notices your distress, he says nothing. Instead, his gloved hands press against your thighs, pushing until you spread your legs further for him. You don’t want to look down, but you do, and the way that he’s staring at your exposed nakedness makes your heart flutter in fear and anticipation and something else dark and lonely and shame-ridden.
“You’ll enjoy this,” he murmurs.
--
And you do.
Oh, you do.
Your hips arch upwards, and you feel your shoulders stretch from the limited range the cuffs provide you. A sound pushes past your lips, a helpless keening, breathy and whiny.
You can’t help the noises anymore. You’re long past that point, the point of trying to keep them in, embarrassed and frustrated at the helpless position he’s forced on you. You can’t keep it in. Not when his mouth and his fingers have been working at your needy pussy for what feels like an eternity. You don’t know how many orgasms he’s torn out of you, hot and pulsing and overstimulated in the best possible way.
The warm drag of leather against your clit has your hips bucking, and the sound you make is not sweet keen but a low, desperate groan. It feels so good, it feels so bad--you don’t know exactly what you’re meant to be feeling, only that you are feeling it because he wants you to. Because he demands it from you, and you--prone and unable to move--have no option but to obey.
“Please.” Your plea is punctuated with a thready gasp as his fingers pinch your clit softly. “I don’t…” Yet you don’t even get the opportunity to finish your sentence, whatever your orgasm-addled mind was going to come up with, because he’s stroking your clit with agonizingly short, pressured movements, keeping it pinched between his two fingers.
The sensation is too much, too soon. You feel a hot, stinging orgasm building and you don’t want it but you do want it, and you pull against the cuffs so hard that if they weren’t padded, you’d be bleeding. When your orgasm hits, it’s a wave rushing over your lower body with pleasure, making your hips buck and your mouth gape open. A bit of drool pools at the corner of your lips, and you can’t even wipe it away.
“You don’t what?” He asks, and his tone is almost honeyed. Your stomach clenches at the unusual softness in his voice, which is such a contrast from how he normally speaks to you when you’re underneath him, wet and undone.
Every inch of your skin feels hot and tingly, overstimulated and yet still craving more. You want him to touch you, you want him to fuck you, you want him to fill you up and for your clenching pussy to feel full and satisfied. It’s all too much, your body’s needy senses overwhelming what your mind knows it shouldn’t want. And yet above it all is that low, tight helplessness that keeps your gut curling, keeps your heart fluttering with just enough fear to make you wonder what else he might do to you when you’re prone like this? When you can’t even pretend to fight back, when all you can do is accept what he gives. And gives. And gives.
“I don’t know,” you finally say, turning your head against the pillow. It’s a half-groan, confused, frustrated. A few tears trickle down your eyes, and you don’t know if they’re from emotion or the sheer overwhelming sensations he’s been forcing out of you.
“Unfortunate. I thought you had already realized.”
He hums, and you force yourself to turn your head back and look at him.
“Realized what?” Your voice is a sad croak.
And then he’s crawling on the bed, enveloping you with his body. It makes you feel smaller. It makes you wish the cuffs on your wrists would break.
“It doesn’t matter if you know.” His thumb wipes at your tears, the leather dragging on your skin. “I know what you need. That’s all that matters.”
And before you can think about his words, without preamble or warning, his cock is inside of you, full and thick and stretching your insides. You’re so slick inside that it doesn’t hurt as much as it might have, but it’s still unexpected. Your breath catches in your chest and it’s like you can’t breathe for a few horrible seconds.
You do breathe, and with breath comes sounds, groans, little whimpers that bubble past your lips as he thrusts inside you as hard as he wants. That’s what it’s always been about, hasn’t it? From the moment you came within his sights. What he wants. And what he wants you to want.
His hair curtains over your body, tickling, shimmering. For some reason your mind wants to focus on that, keeping you grounded. Keeping you from feeling like you’re just going to float away from everything, right here, while he fucks you into the mattress and your arms are sore and you want to be able to at least put your arms around his shoulders (but you shouldn’t, you know, you shouldn’t want that). But you can do nothing but whimper
“You’ll enjoy this more,” he says, echoing his earlier words. Does he mean the sex? Being tied up? Or something else, something he won’t vocalize, but which you feel in your bones.
And, in the end… you do enjoy it. You really do.
--
“Your stubbornness will cease.”
His words aren’t unexpected, but you tense nonetheless.
You’re facing the wall, a decision you made with an almost pointed petulance as soon as he’d uncuffed you from the headboard… the next morning. His refusal to untie you that night when he’d had his fill of your body, the fitful sleep you managed to get, the humiliation of waking up and having to ask once again to be untied… it falls bundled up tight into your stomach and that’s where it remains.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you murmur, though you know full well.
Pain spreads on your upper arm, and you realize he’s gripping you, squeezing tight. It’s surprising and you turn immediately, feeling trained. Your eyes slowly move to meet his gaze.
“Don’t forget your place,” he says.
The way he says it is almost more infuriating than the words themselves. Not threatening and angry, no, but chastising… like you are a silly girl who has forgotten some lesson, and he’s simply tut-tut reminding you of that.
Perhaps that’s a more apt description than you realize.
If anything, your lips curl even more at his words, despite the pain from his grip, despite the intelligent common sense left inside you telling you to stop, apologize, and obey.
“Don’t forget,” he leans in, not even whispering the words, “whose lives are in my hands.”
And that’s what makes you completely tense, body and mind snapping tight as a wire.
Your parents. He would kill your parents. That’s how he got you in the first place, threatening to kill them. How could you say no, when that was the offer on the table? Come with him or he’ll slaughter them in cold blood and make you watch, too.
Your body is sore--from his grip, from the sex, from being cuffed to the bed all night. Your muscles ache and groan as you push against the bed, trying to sit up. He lets you, releasing your arm as you push yourself up against the pillows.
“Please don’t hurt them.” Words that have passed your lips too often for your liking.
Thoughts rush through your mind, even though you want to stay focused on appeasing his irritation with you. Your parents… do they miss you? Do they think you’re dead? Do they know where you are? Are they okay?
“How are they?” You ask. It’s a sad question, made even sadder by your subdued, meek tone. It’s all he has to do, push a few specific buttons, and what fire you may have kindled inside is quickly controlled.
He shifts on the bed, bringing himself to sit up beside you. A gloved hand goes to your chin, holding it firm.
“You think about them, even now, when I’m next to you. Is that truly what occupies your mind so often? Is this why you keep yourself from me? Why you won’t submit?”
He tilts your chin to the side, examining your face, examining something much deeper than that.
“Is it so much to demand that you live in the present?" His grip tightens, but his voice softens. Not honeyed and cooing, but questioning. Almost as if he’s partially talking to himself. “Is it so hard to love me?”
The question hangs in the air. You have no words for him.
Then, he leans forward and kisses you. But your muscles don’t tense like they would have before. Your lips don’t press down, thin and hard, rejecting him in any way you can. You want to do these things… but you don’t. You’re afraid. You’re lonely.
Your lips move against his, warm and wet, and the soft sound you make against him is unbidden and so, so lonely.
When he pulls away, he drops your chin and regards you for a few moments. You’ve never been able to tell what he is thinking, although you should likely be glad for that fact. You think he might say something more or demand an apology or any number of things other than what he does. He simply stands, slips on some clothing, and leaves the room.
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You don’t see him again until the afternoon. By then, you’ve already gotten dressed, and curled up in the chair to read your book. The words feel hollow and although you read each sentence three or four times, you’re not really absorbing anything on the pages. You’re too lost and confused about everything that’s happened.
The familiar creaking of the door makes you pivot. You’re not sure what to expect. Will he be angry? Acts like nothing happened? It’s too difficult to tell.
If he’s angry, it doesn’t show on his face or in his body language. He merely walks towards you and tosses something in your lap. You drop the book against the side of the chair and catch the object with your hands.
You stare at it and you hold it, but it takes so long for you to register what you’re holding. It’s a photograph. A photograph and a frame. A photograph and a frame depicting your parents. They’re smiling. Happy. They are okay after all, and a part of you wants to ask a million questions (When was the photo taken? Did my mom dye her hair? Are they still living in the old house? What about my dad’s shop? Do they know where I am?) but you know that the photograph itself was a concession that Sephiroth likely never intended to make until today and the questions don’t make it past your rushing thoughts.
You parents are alright. They must be. Why else would he give you this photo? A sight you were denied all this time, a sight that makes you feel comforted, delighted, sad, bitter--so many things all at once.
Somehow this knowledge--they’re safe, they’re safe, they’re safe--breaks something inside of you that you’ve been clinging to all this time. A piece of you that used to sleep in your childhood bedroom, a piece that tried desperately to cling to the door between your old life and this one. A life that you chose, but that you weren’t entirely free to leave either. Not if you wanted your family to be safe. Not if you wanted to continue to feel selfless rather than selfish.
When you look up, Sephiroth is watching you. Eyes green and living and his face knowing, understanding. Without saying anything at all, you somehow realize that he knows exactly what you’re feeling and why. And that it’s exactly what he wants.
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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。 request rules !
please refer to these before requesting anything as if the request doesn’t abide by these rules then i won’t be writing it, thank you!!!
please specify the gender pronouns you would like for me to use and if you would like nsfw to be afab reader or not—otherwise, i will write requests for a gender-neutral reader :)
not what you were looking for?
— what i won’t write :
- rape, noncon, etc.
- incest
- male!reader
- any kinks including intense physical/mental harm
- eating disorders
- pregnancy/miscarriage
- yandere
— what i will write :
- pretty much anything else lol
- fem!reader, gn!reader, afab!reader
- suicidal themes (not overly graphic)
- fluff, angst, smut, dark content (as long as it abides by the rules above)
- alternate universes
thank you for reading :)
— who i write for :
this list is changing often—if you don’t see a character here you would like to request, shoot me and ask and i’ll let you know if i’ll write them or not :) (bolded characters are who i enjoy writing the most)
attack on titan
╰┈➤ eren yeager, levi ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, armin arlert, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, porco galliard.
bleach
╰┈➤ kurosaki ichigo, abarai renji, kuchki byakuya, hisagi shuhei, urahara keisuke, uryu ishida, shihoin yoruichi, aizen sosuke, ayasegawa yumichika, ichimaru gin, ukitake jushiro, hirako shinji, kira izuru, ulquiorra cifer, grimmjow jaegerjaquez.
bungo stray dogs
╰┈➤ dazai osamu, akutagawa ryunosuke, fukuzawa yukichi, nakajima atsushi, edogawa ranpo, nakahara chuuya.
chainsaw man
╰┈➤ hayakawa aki, denji, power, hirofumi yoshida.
demon slayer
╰┈➤ kamado tanjiro, uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, iguru obanai.
final fantasy vii
╰┈➤ cloud strife, sephiroth
jojo’s bizarre adventure
╰┈➤ joseph joestar, caesar zepelli, kujo jotaro, kakyoin noriyaki, higashikata josuke, kishibe rohan, jolyne kujo.
jujutsu kaisen
╰┈➤ geto suguru, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, nanami kento, mahito, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong.
my hero academia
╰┈➤ dabi, shigaraki tomura, hawks, shoto aizawa, todoroki shoto.
obey me!
╰┈➤ lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, satan, barbatos, simeon, soloman.
one piece live action
╰┈➤ roronoa zoro, sanji, shanks, luffy
spy x family
╰┈➤ loid forger.
the disastrous life of saiki k
╰┈➤ saiki kusuo, kaido shun, kuboyasu aren.
tokyo ghoul
╰┈➤ kaneki ken, nagachika hideyoshi, nishio nishiki.
vinland saga
╰┈➤ thorfinn, canute.
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welcome to seven(7)th heaven
howdy howdy yall! my name is rexxie, i'm twenty five years old, i'm an afab nonbinary ace lesbian and this is my blog for my final fantasy seven content.
i have played through the original game several times and have played the first part of the remake.
my ask box is open if you want to hear my thoughts on certain events, want me to write an imagine, headcanon or have a request. please do not send me a chat message unless we know each other.
i write x reader content as well as x original ocs (of my own - i won't butcher your oc's characterization).
byf. masterlist. ocs.
CHARACTERS WILL I WRITE FOR . . .
cloud strife
tifa lockhart
barret wallace
aerith gainsborough
vincent valentine
yuffie kisaragi (i will not write sexual content for her)
jessie rasberry
biggs
wedge
reno
rude
tseng
elena
sephiroth
reeve tuesti
CHARACTERS I WON'T WRITE FOR . . .
rufus shinra (as of right now; this may change in the future)
professor hojo
president shinra
marlene
dyne
CONTENT I WILL WRITE . . .
fluff
angst
smut
light bdsm (bondage, spanking, domination)
breeding/impregnation
female and gender neutral reader
named and unnamed female or gender neutral reader
light au/crossover headcanons (ie. avalanche's starter pokemon)
menstrual sex
pegging
CONTENT I WILL NOT WRITE . . .
abuse in any fashion or context
scat/watersports/vomit
dubcon/sa
paedophilia (adult/minor grooming)
kidnapping
vore
breathplay
ddlg/sexualized age regression
self harm/suicidal gestures
male/male content
sexual furry/scaly
yandere
please be aware that this blog may contain spoilers for the original final fantasy seven game as well as part one of the remake.
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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒
what i do and don’t write for requests may contradict the type of content i write for myself.
please come to me if you have questions, concerns, or don’t understand something. i’m always happy to resolve any issues.
though i have a wp acc, i’ll be posting my writing on my fledgling ao3 under the same handle.
requests are done for fun, not obligation! they are not the primary focus in my life or my blog.
please check my pinned post for my writing status before requesting.
thirsts and suggestions are always accepted! i’d love to hear your ideas and thoughts, if you’re willing to share <3
i have no set schedule or consistency, and fics are published when they are completed.
if you don’t see a character you like on my list, feel free to ask about them!
regarding fire emblem, please specify whether the reader is the protagonist (byleth / corrin / robin) if it isn’t clear.
requesting while they’re closed or they break a rule will result in the ask itself being deleted.
PLEASE REBLOG YOUR REQUEST ONCE IT’S COMPLETED !
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒
code geass : lelouch vi britannia, suzaku kururugi, euphemia li britannia, jeremiah gottwald, cc.
final fantasy : cloud strife, tifa lockhart, reno, rude, tseng, sephiroth, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley, zack fair, noctis lucis caelum, prompto argentum, gladiolus amicitia, ignis scientia, lunafreya nox fleuret, ardyn izunia, nyx ulric.
fire emblem : corrin, chrom, robin, grima, lucina, henry, tharja, ryoma, takumi, xander, leo, camilla, azura, jakob, byleth, sothis, rhea, seteth, blue lions, golden deer, black eagles.
jojo’s bizarre adventure : jonathan joestar, dio / dio brando, joseph joestar, giorno giovanna, bruno bucciarati, leone abbacchio, guido mista, jolyne kujo, foo fighters, narciso anasui.
jujutsu kaisen : satoru gojo, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, maki zenin, toge inumaki, yuta okkotsu, aoi todo.
legend of zelda : tp + botw/totk link, totk ganon, botw + totk zelda, rauru, sonia, sidon, revali, mipha.
nier : 2b, 9s, a2, brother nier, kaine.
persona 5 : akira kurusu, goro akechi, ann takamaki, ryuji sakamoto, yusuke kitagawa, “kasumi” yoshizawa, takuto maruki, sae niijima.
yu-gi-oh! : yugi muto, seto kaiba, joey wheeler, jaden yuki, jesse anderson, yubel, chazz princeton, aster phoenix.
𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄
headcanons and short drabbles only.
spoilers are a-ok!!
character x reader only.
platonic, familial, and romantic relationships are accepted, but must be specified.
alternate universes—modern, childhood, college / university, soulmate, fantasy, yandere, ask for more prior to requesting.
aus of characters inspired by specific vocaloid songs, such as cendrillon and cantarella. bonus points if it is from the evillious chronicles.
polyamorous relationships, unrequited love, various tropes.
fluff, angst, comfort fluff, hurt / comfort, hurt / no comfort.
dark content—such as major character death, yandere, etc.
𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄
oneshots (for reqs only)
readers with specific race, culture, disabilities, illnesses, or gender identity to avoid misrepresentation.
explicit n///sfw, non-con, fetishes, k///inks.
miscarriages or dark / triggering matters relating to pregnancy.
anything relating to harming oneself in any form.
drug-use.
original characters x canon.
canon x canon.
cheating (on reader, or by reader)
𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
the reader is always gender neutral or female with ambiguous anatomy, unless stated otherwise.
reader will use she / her or they / them, but also may be written in the second person.
appearance, race, and culture are always excluded to include everyone.
the reader can be personalized by the requester, from vague personality descriptors to accessories.
the reader can be inspired by characters of other media, but i must know and be familiar of them.
accepted personalization examples are, but not limited to: a shy!reader, stand user!reader, phantom thief!reader, introverted!reader, idol!reader, reader who wears glasses, tall / short!reader.
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