#hushed honeybee inn

[squeaky-potat]

A well earned rest at the Hushed Honeybee Inn 🐝

[obstinaterixatrix]

ok got to the end of the metaphor demo. it took like 10 hours. the thing is I love jrpgs so I’ll probably get the game for whatever black friday sale happens but I hate jrpgs so I’ll complain the whole time.

love the hieronynus bosch designs, intrigued by the inevitable metanarrative elements, and I do like that the protagonist is voiced and has a follow-up to whatever dialogue option you go for (feels more meaningful than the ‘yes/okay/sure’ choices you get in persona sometimes). I actually like where they’re going with in terms of ‘a hero without followers is a renegade that’s doomed to obscurity, in order to be a hero you need to connect with people and rely on their support’—sets up a good foil to louis and his… popularity/mass murder

the music doesn’t really hit (very high fantasy, might grow on me—apparently they’re using esperanto which is interesting), it’s definitely a LOT of telling over showing in the beginning with the ‘my village…! no I shan’t say. ok now it’s time to talk about my village…!’ and the ‘as you know we’ve been soooo close for at minimum 12 years and I am your best friend’ (which will inevitably even out after the prologue I’m sure), the lore-dump and ten billion words they throw around is always a little tedious at first (it’s so. greebly deebly.) and I hate monarchy. show me a king I’ll show you an axe. the thing is though, I tend to be :/ about monarchy narratives because there’s a lot of emphasis on lineage over. political competence. and with the hero/followers/king competition, this haaaas sort of turned into… well… kind of a democracy because it’s a popularity contest with literally everyone as a possible king and whoever’s got the most supporters from the citizens is going to be king, and also kind of not because one of the leading candidates is doing terrorism and has blown up the church and is killing a bunch of people and saying ‘make me your king or die’ and I feel like threat of violence and more mass murder should exclude him from king candidacy. anyway I took a bunch of pics and forgot to post em while playing

I always love the lowest stats, protag gets dragged so hard. his ass is CRAVEN, NAIVE, INFLEXIBLE, TONGUE-TIED, and VAPID

XIANXIA REAL… they actually let you do this in the city and all the peripheral gossip becomes all about how you’re an inconsiderate stupid show-off who everybody hates for reasons beyond mega-racism

when more was saying this I’m p sure I took a pic bc I was thinking WOAH…! BONDS OF PEOPLE IS THE TRUE POWER…. JUST LIKE P4

you have to go to the hushed honeybee inn & this dialogue option was my favorite one of the game. it stuck in my head so much I had a nightmare about trying to inch my body towards a massive swarm of bees so they’d fight the ants that were crawling all over me.

the protagonist is the most minority of the 9 tribes and thus gets mega fantasy racism directed at him instead of normal fantasy racism. I thought it was really funny that a pretty sour guy tries to be mean to you, double-takes, & then goes like. woah. you have it way worse than me, sorry about all the mega-racism, good luck

‘rich and poor’ hang on. hang on. that is not equal. that is inherently unequal.

I love that hulkenburg goes like. so you’re gonna murder this guy? cool. let’s murder him. together. also gallica has a point

the game over screen is really funny

[bitterarcs]

As amusement continued to mount so did introspection — who knew there were people with some worth beyond the walls of the ShinRa empire. Reno should have known better being the subject of judgment in a second's instance, that he was not unique in the plight of being more than what the eye identified. It was the pesky ego of his colliding with fundamental truths. Reno did not know too much about his superior, and that lack of knowledge did not deter any degree of loyalty nor respect, however it left the man with a tremendous amount of speculation . . some of which wisely remained shut inside mind. Some.

Who really knew Tseng beside Tseng himself? Every person held truths locked inside of their minds. Even if every memory were to suddenly be exposed like writing on a page, a single person's perspective and emotions made every instance an experience incapable of being duplicated. Reno knew first hand there were ShinRa employees who were completely heartless, and despite rumors, every member of the Turks were driven by emotion be it loyalty or pride. Emotions were precisely what made them perfect instruments unlike the sociopaths on top of the ivory tower and lingering in sordid laboratories.

From the first week Reno joined the Turks, he spotted Tseng's emotional vulnerabilities; a stone face could not mask soft eyes. He had been loyal to Verdot in a way that went beyond the simple respect between supervisor and underling. Tseng cared, and he cared too much. Reno witnessed how emotion bled into his work, and the woman to his side was further evidence of such. Reno shouldn't have been surprised, but it was odd seeing a different side of someone like catching a nun with her skirts up her thighs.

It felt invasive. The two men weren't far apart in age, yet the chain of command made it feel, foolishly, like he was spying on a father. Reno was equal parts curious and dreadful. Humans were social creatures bound to feel the clutches of loneliness, and Tseng appeared to soothe that humanly itch with an innocent church girl. . . It sounded creepy from the exterior. Reno scrubbed his mind clean from intrusive thoughts with an agitated scratch to the back of his head. Bleh. Her reaction eased his sick curiosity.

(  ❛  I have connections with the HoneyBee Inn. I could ask around but that sounds icky. All I know is, 80 percent of men with money in their pocket go to the Inn. Getting laid sometimes makes people just be more of themselves, y'know? ❜  )

Maybe getting whipped or being treated like a puppy momentarily loosened up Tseng, but sex and companionship tended to make people feel more comfortable in their own skin . . old man ShinRa and sociopaths like Heidegger were proof of such. It was a shame sex didn't cure being a dickhead. Hushed tone and close proximity stole his thoughts, and his stomach churned with a hint of anxiousness as their mischievous energy continued to bounce off each other. Shiva help him, the church girl was going to drop some nasty truth about Tseng, wasn't she?

Crude mind already began conjuring nasty images, and he had to slap away such abominations. Gemstone eyes looked closely at the innocent girl as though eye contact could excavate all the memories from her mind. Her words could have been a ploy to dig up dirt on ShinRa, but he would be the one to pick the secret, right? Reno stuffed his hands into his pockets and broke apart from the tension, defaulting on a his default and comfortable body language of nonchalance.

(  ❛  I'm all ears, kiddo. ❜  )

Perhaps she and Tseng did share an indescribable bond that left his colleagues and outsiders alike with a strange taste in their mouth. In all fairness, he has known her since she was a child, and in those years he made many attempts to beckon her to return to Shinra. He watched her grow up, even walked her to markets and carried home groceries. It wasn't so farfetched that they would develop a kindred affiliation these days.

In the same breath, Aerith may not have liked that Tseng held his job higher than their developing friendship and would, without a second glance, hand her over to Hojo without so much as a goodbye. But that was part of the job. He signed away his very autonomy for that company.

And even a heartless turk like Tseng wanted to live.

Aerith snorts at the mention of Tseng's celibacy, "Yeah, totally. Gee, you'd think with how much that guy gets paid, he'd get out more. A girlfriend or boyfriend would be good for him, you know? Maybe that'll make him to relax a bit?" she stops mid-walk and faces Reno, "He always seems so stiff, don't you think? When he smiles, he does it weird. Like he's scheming, or he smelled something bad." a giggle, and she turns right back around to venture down the path.

When her ears catch onto Reno's footsteps actively following close behind, (right on time to miss his comical stumble) she waits for him to catch up before continuing down the damp, rainwater covered streets. She figured he'd be curious to know why she held him in such high regard, and hoped she could make him proud of her. Even Tseng told her how ridiculous that was once upon a time, then proceeded to give her a half an hour lecture about why Reno was a terrible influence for a woman of her caliber (whatever that means.)

Aerith lowers her voice and leans slightly closer to the redhead with a mischievous little smirk, "A secret for a secret?" she winks, a finger pressed to her lips.

[sugaruapologist]

spiders eyes

ft. tseng of the turks

Warnings: TW/ kidnapping (?? kinda) , TW/ Impact play , TW/ threats

content: face slaps, rough sex, oral (m!r, f!r), light angst, light bondage , light bdsm, hair pulling , choking , fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, chair sex, glove kink , riding , reverse cowgirl , edging , overstim , breeding , dirty talk

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    You sighed. Another Shinra employee, desperate to prove something to himself. Same old, same old, hiring a private investigator to do the dirty work for him.

    “So you need me to blackmail… the scientist?” You quizzed, gazing at the man sitting across from you. 

    “Yes. He is the Head of Science and Research at Shinra. Professor Hojo. If you want to back out, you can. But you must clear any notion that we ever met with each other.” He half-whispered, peering around to make sure no one was listening. Humming, you take a sip of the coffee sitting in front of you. 

    Observing the man in front of you, he looked nervous. You re-examined the notes you had taken. Not nearly enough gil being paid for such a risky job. You glanced back at the man before you, leaning back. 

    “We’ll start at 5,000 gil. After I finish, I want another 5,000 as extra compensation.”

    The anxious man faltered, his hopeful smile dropping once more. 

        “An extra 5,000? Seriously?” He spoke slowly, still processing your words.

    “I’ve done less for more. You better count yourself blessed that I’m even willing to consider 10,000 gil for this job. Take it or leave it.” 

    The man sighed, defeated, putting the first round of money on the table. You smiled, taking the money, and putting it in your bag. Standing up, you smoothed your clothes out, and offered your hand to finalize the meeting. The client shook your hand, and you parted ways, promising to keep in contact. Departing, you looked back at the address you wrote down. You looked both ways before crossing the busy streets of Midgar, heading off to begin your client’s mission.

    The man worked for Shinra, hiring you to get some intel from Professor Hojo. The employee had worked for Hojo, and after getting on the Professor’s bad side, the scientist had destroyed the employee’s reputation as a scientist, costing him many career opportunities. The employee was demoted to a regular office worker, and was determined to prove to Shinra that Hojo sabotaged him. Typical. So you were to meet the Professor by the Honeybee Inn, seduce him, and get audio proof of the sabotage. Easy enough, men like to talk when you pull the right strings. 

    Reaching the hotel you were staying at, you greeted the receptionist as you made your way up to your room to get ready. You had already begun planning everything. The job you were tasked with seemed simple enough, considering the man you were after was supposedly so dangerous. You reached your room, immediately setting off to the closet, finding the dress hanging on the door, and you slipped it on, along with a pair of heels. You didn’t need to do much to your makeup or hair, preferring to push your hair into a high ponytail and adding some accessories. Before you left, you grabbed your purse and cell phone, doing a once over in the mirror, and walking out the door.

    You walked through Wall Market quickly, not stopping to speak to anyone. Nearing the corner to the Honeybee Inn, you heard hushed discussions about some important looking men wandering the area, seemingly looking for something. Brushing off the conversation, you made your way to the destination, settling near the entrance of the Inn. Many people excitedly walked by, all honored to be in the vicinity of the Honeybee girls, hoping to catch a glimpse of some of the action. After a long while of waiting, you spotted your target. The head of greasy black hair, slicked back in a ponytail, walking the opposite direction of the Honeybee Inn. You moved quickly, walking in the same direction, only to lose him by an alley. Looking around, you found yourself confused and lost. Pulling out your phone, you looked at the map of the area, pausing when you heard footsteps in the quiet alley. 

    “You seem to be confused, now don’t you?” You whipped around to face the cocky voice that was mocking you. A man with striking red hair walked lazily towards you, smirking. 

    Oh great… I’m cornered, you thought to yourself.

    “Get to work, Reno. Quit playin’ around.” A man, bald, and intimidating appeared next to the man you assumed to be Reno. You took a step back, eyes flitting between the two of them. “Ah c’mon Rude! You’re really living up to your name don’t you think? Look at her, she looks like she's panicking now.” Reno snickered. They both walked towards you, and you turned to run until you were met with yet another figure. Before you could look up to meet his eyes, you felt a pressure in your neck, and sudden darkness took over. 

    “She’ll wake up soon, and I’ll be able to handle her myself. You two focus on the guarding the door. I’ll get the information from her.” A deep voice commanded. You didn’t hear a response as silence filled your ears once more. Confused, you moved to lift your head and open your eyes. Glancing around, you caught a glimpse of a dark room, illuminated softly by a lamp. You wiggled your hands and fingers, only to find that you were bound to the chair you sat in. 

    “Struggling won’t help your situation. You’ll only tire yourself out,” The voice stated, breaking the silence. “, good to see you conscious. We can finally move on now.” He finished.

    He made his way to your groggy form, observing the state you were in. You lifted your head, meeting his eyes. Oh no… not him, you thought. He walked around you, peering over your form as you glared at him. He scoffed, “You have a lot of nerve to be glaring at me when you’re the one going after Shinra executives, Y/N. It’s a pleasure that we meet again, though I wish it were under different circumstances.” 

    Groaning, you lean back into the chair to peer at him, letting his image fully render within your memory. 

    “Fuck off, Tseng,” You snapped. “You know I’m just working.”

    “Precisely why we’re here today, Miss Y/N. It was only a matter of time before you got caught up in the wrong business. We’ve been monitoring you and your clients as a precaution. Clearly… it was necessary.” Tseng remarked, his eyes hovering down your form. 

    Huffing, you continued to glare. Ignoring the look you gave him, Tseng sat back against the wall, crossing his arms, still assessing you. Your dress was truly… well, short. Revealing, even. It fit to your form more than he liked to admit, and the cleavage it revealed was quite nice to admire. Your long legs tucked underneath the chair did little to conceal the sheer amount of skin the tiny dress showed. He thought back to the past missions that he worked with you, and how no matter what disguise you went under for the jobs Shinra hired you for, you were still appealing to him. He always maintained the professionalism, however, never acting on the rather strong urges he had to throw you against a wall and-

    “Are you gonna stand there and look stupid the whole time or are you actually going to do your job and interrogate me like you planned.” you interrupted his thoughts.

    “Same attitude as always, I see.” He tutted. 

    “I know we worked several jobs together, but you’re really annoying me now that I’m being kept from making a living at the moment.” You sighed, irked. You studied the tall man as he continued to stare disapprovingly at your snarkiness. 

    Shinra had hired you privately several times to help the Turks get intel from whoever they were targeting at the time. Since anyone could recognize a Turk from a mile away, they hired you to go undercover in different disguises, depending on the setting you were told to go to. Tseng was the one typically briefing you, transporting you, and communicating with you, while the others were off doing the dirty fighting for you. Though you had fond memories, and maybe even a little crush on the man before you, you couldn’t help but be exasperated that they monitored your activities. 

    He hadn’t changed much. His hair was a little longer since you saw him last, but you swore up and down that this man never aged. Still handsome as ever. Still in the same, stupid fucking suit. Still wearing the same, infamous half up, half down style. His silky black hair flowed around his broad shoulders, framing his sharp features. His deep brown eyes gazed down at you, watching and waiting for whatever you said next. 

    “Tell me about the job you’re working.” He asked. It seems he’s decided to continue working on you, then. Smirking, you shook your head. 

    “Client confidentiality. You know better than to ask. I never kiss and tell.” You rebutted. His face, showing no sign of emotion, stared back still, as he stalked towards you. 

    “Not even if Shinra paid you handsomely for your cooperation?” He proposed. 

    You knew better than to fall for that. Shinra had no reason to pay you for giving them everything you knew. Not that you even knew much in the first place. The whole job seemed like petty revenge for someone who couldn’t accept his losses and move on. 

    “No.” You replied. The rope around your hands were beginning to itch, and your feet were sore from wearing your heels for…who knows how long now. 

    He walked closer, still staring down at you. You were still so, so beautiful. As always. He couldn’t escape the need his body held for you, especially when you looked so…vulnerable in this moment. Your E/C eyes peering up at him through thick, dark eyelashes only made it worse, in fact. He had a job to see through, though. And he fully intended on completing it.

    “Who is the client? What does he want from Hojo?” He questioned, tilting his head. He needed to get through this so he could go back to focusing on bigger issues at work. He’d rather be at his desk, than interrogating his biggest temptation.

    You rolled your eyes again. He knows you won’t answer questions like those. Why does he insist on asking anyways? Who knows. He walked to the desk in the corner, taking his suit jacket off. Turning back to you, he rolled his sleeves up, staring once more as he waited for you to say something. Watching as he finished rolling up his sleeves, you swallowed your spit, realizing how dry your mouth was.

    “Not going to answer?” He asked. His voice almost put you in a trance. 

    Did it get warmer in here? You felt uncomfortably warm. You had truly forgotten how handsome he was. You thought back to the first time meeting him, how your knees could barely hold your body up, how attracted you were to him. You wanted to leave an impression. You wanted him to keep his attention on you the whole mission. Shame and embarrassment filled you as you felt your crush once more. This had to be the most inconvenient time to start lusting after him again. Staring back at him, you couldn’t open your mouth to answer. Your mouth was uncomfortably dry, and the room was getting warmer by the second. 

    Noticing a change in your demeanor, he decided to try a different approach. Maybe threatening you would get you to talk.

    He drew close to you again. To your shock, he wrapped his hand around your throat. 

    “Let’s try something else.” He uttered close to your face. His breath fanned across your face gently. The sudden close vicinity, paired with his hand wrapped around your throat, time ceased to move as a soft sound escaped your mouth.

    Tseng stared down, shock taking over his body. A few moments went by before he smirked down at you. He studied your face, how the blood had rushed to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Your eyes averted shamefully, and you nibbled on your bottom lip as your breathing picked up. 

    Tseng tightened his grip ever so slightly, pulling your head forward. 

    “Look at me.” He commanded, watching you slowly look back up at him. You didn’t want to look at him. You just moaned from him choking you. You felt fucking humiliated. But you did anyway, and his eyes stared back at you. 

    “What an interesting reaction,” His curious tone filled the room. “Shall I do it again?” He mused, watching as you softly laughed, nervousness taking control. Looking anywhere but his face, Tseng squeezed once more, watching as your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape. 

    He huffed darkly, amused by your reactions. He wasn’t expecting these reactions from you when he decided to choke you, only wanting to threaten you, but he enjoyed this much better. 

    Any restraint he held previously disappeared the moment you let that pathetic moan slip out. He pressed his lips into yours, ravishing the taste your lips left. Moaning quietly into the kiss, he bites down on your lower lip, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His scent swarmed you as you became dizzy from the lack of air.

    Tseng pulls away, watching as you search for the warmth of his lips back on yours. Drunk from kissing him, you barely registered it when he used his other hand to slap you across the face, though you didn’t mind. Your head lolled to the side, rolling backwards as you smiled, drunk on the dopamine the kiss left. You were totally entranced by him. Your heart beat practically jumped out of your chest as you came back to reality.

    Though his hand was still around your throat, you pulled your head back up to look at him. He’s bent over, towering over your form still tethered to the chair. He moves both of his hands to place them on the armrests of the chairs, watching you. His head tilts slightly, smirking down as you stare back, mirroring his expression. His eyes are flitting between your eyes and your lips, then moves down to observe the rest of you. It’s only now that you notice the dull, throbbing ache between your thighs, and you squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. Rubbing your thighs, attempting to relieve yourself, he stands up straight.

    “I wasn’t intending on this interrogation to go this direction. Had I known you would be enjoying yourself, I would have done this much sooner.” He said slowly, still peering down at your squirming form. Whimpering, you avert your gaze from his. He walks around your form, admiring how quickly you’ve become undone from just a kiss. Standing just behind you, he takes one hand and slowly pushes your legs apart, his fingers ghosting the warm flesh of your thighs. Letting his fingers dance up your thighs, ever slowly, he uses his free hand to grip your jaw, turning your head to the side to face him. 

    “Look away and I stop.” He mutters in your ear. You nod, accepting your fate. Tseng hums approvingly, his slim fingers reaching the top of your thighs. He squeezes softly at the top of them. Letting his nose brush against your neck, he presses soft kisses under your ear. Your breath hitches for a moment, and you feel him smile against your skin as he continues pressing kisses lower and lower.

    “I like this dress.” He murmurs, amused. His fingers ghost over your arousal and you whimper softly, wanting more. His touch is electrifying and every part of you feels as if you’ve been lit on fire, reacting to everything. Noticing your need, he gives in to your wants, finally cupping your aching cunt. He begins to suck the skin just above your collarbone, moving his fingers to gently circle your clit through your panties. Your breathing picks up.

    “F…fuck, Tseng,” You let his name slip from your mouth, whining. “Please, please, I need- I need m-more…” 

    Another soft slap. “Don’t rush me.” He finalized. 

     Letting his fingers abandon your now soaked panties, he walked back around to face you. He traces the shape of your lips with his gloved fingers, smearing your lipstick. You peer up at him, waiting to see what happens next, and he prods your mouth open with his thumb. Opening your mouth, he presses his thumb against your tongue and over your teeth. The bitter taste of leather leaves briefly, as he removes his thumb and replaces it with his middle and index fingers, the taste entering once more. “Suck.” he commands. Obliging his request, you wrap your lips around his fingers as he pushes them in further. Letting your tongue push against his digits, he pushes them to the back of your throat, forcing your head back. You gag slightly around his fingers, moaning. 

    Tseng hums softly, smiling down, pleased with what he is witnessing.

     “Gooood girl,” he praises, drawing out the vowels, “taking my fingers so well. Shall we test what else you can take?” He questions. He removes his digits from your mouth, a string of saliva following. He walks behind you, cutting the rope binding your hands. He leans down as he cuts, “If you try anything, Reno and Rude are just outside the door and will not hesitate to kill you.” He says, his deep voice rumbling through the silent room. He wants to give you the benefit of doubt, and truly he believes you want this just as bad as he does. 

    Tseng walks back to face you, leaning over to press another kiss into your lips. It’s intoxicating, really, your kisses. You’re intoxicating. The taste of your lipstick, paired with the scent of honey fills his senses, and he can’t get enough of you. Feeling his own throbbing need, he pulls away. He takes your hand and places it on his clothed erection, letting you feel how hard he is. Looking back up at him through your eyelashes, he nearly crumbles. You squeeze lightly, testing to see his reaction.

    “Take it out.” He commands once more, and you tilt your head up to really look at him. His eyes are dark, pupils blown almost completely with lust. He leans down to press one more chaste kiss, and you palm him through his pants. He gasps, barely audible, and his cock twitches. When you unbuckle his pants, you catch a glimpse of his thick, muscular thighs. They're more well-built than his suit leads you to believe.. Pulling his cock out, you clench your thighs and your mouth waters. You hold the base of his cock, and he moves his hand to tilt your face up.

     “Open.” You do as he says, and stick your tongue out slightly. He pushes the tip of his weeping cock into your mouth. The image of his cock in your mouth is forever burned into his fucking skull, and it takes every ounce of self control to not cum right then and there. It has been a long while since Tseng entertained any form of intimacy, being too busy with work. His growing need to take you, finally, after several years of wanting you and being unable to have you, is finally coming to life, and he fully plans to draw this out as much as possible. The wet warmth from your mouth engulfs his tip, and your tongue meets the underside of it. 

    “You’ll- fuuck- you’ll work for it. Do you understand?” Tseng’s broken command almost rings unclear to you, but you nod anyway. He pushes himself further into your mouth, quietly groaning as you begin to move on your own. You let your tongue do the work, while he sets the pace. 

    “Just like that, darling,” He moans, unable to stop the words from escaping. “Keep taking it, I know you can. Fuck.” Tseng breathes out. He pushes himself as deep as he can into your throat, stopping when you finally gag. Pulling out halfway, he starts again, holding your head in place. He feels your nails digging into the meat of his thighs, but it only spurs him on, letting quick profanities continue to spill out of his mouth. He can’t control it, your lips just feel so, so good wrapped so perfectly around his cock, and the way you still peer up at him while he fucks your throat is just about to make him implode.

    He’s breathing hard now, letting the groans fall out quicker than he can hold them, and he knows he’s close. Staring up at him, watching him unravel, you couldn’t believe how fucking pretty he looked. His brows are furrowed in concentration, and he’s holding the bottom of his shirt between his teeth, constantly switching between looking down and watching you, screwing his eyes shut, and throwing his head back, and you moan around him. The vibration from your voice damn near finishes him off, and he rips himself from your mouth. 

    He has barely any control over himself now as he pushes you back into the chair, moving his hands up your hips to pull your panties off. Finally, he’s touching your leaking, aching cunt, drawing a line up to your clit with his tongue. Crying out, you reach for his hair, yanking as you press yourself into his mouth. Rubbing circles on your clit, he pulls away and spits, letting it mix with your wetness. 

    “So fucking pretty. I bet you’ve been desperate for this treatment, hm?” He pushes a gloved finger into your entrance, enthralled by how easy it slides into your cunt. The feeling of his leather gloves is foreign, but welcomed. He presses another in, curling his fingers as he sucks on your clit, watching your reactions. Satisfied with having found the spot, he relentlessly fucks you with his fingers, letting you be as messy as you want. Feeling the tightening in your core, you cry out his name, grabbing his wrist to ground yourself. 

    “‘M gonna cum, T-Tseng please” You wail, begging him for more. Smirking, he removes his fingers from you, denying your release. Whimpering, you try to close your legs, hoping to find some relief, only for him to push them apart again. 

     He pushes himself up to press another kiss into your mouth as he circles your clit again. Moving on to your neck, he licks and bites, moving down your exposed chest. He pulls away, observing your already fucked-out state beneath him, and he decides that, despite how much he likes your dress, he is sick of it being in the way. He pulls the hem over your head, throwing the dress elsewhere in the room. 

    Tseng latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, and you moan softly at his tongue lapping at your chest. His hand is still busy rubbing circles into your clit, and he uses his free hand to fondle your other nipple. While that hand pinches and pulls, his busier hand is pushing his fingers back into your entrance, working you up again, and he bites and sucks your breast. His head lifts once more, watching your face while he works you up to your release again. You feel it coming, and he does too. 

    “Tseng please, I can't wait anymore.” You beg. The ache is stronger, you need him inside of you. Denying your release once again, he pulls away and stands up, pulling you with him.

    “Turn around.” He demands. Following his instructions, you face the chair, holding the back of it to keep you steady. He approaches from behind, and you can feel his hard erection pressed against your thigh. It makes you needy, and he wraps an arm around your chest, moving your hair to the other side. He presses a quick kiss into your shoulder.

    “You gonna be good and take it?” He asks, pulling your hair from your ponytail

    “Yes.” You whisper. He smacks your ass and you cry out.

    “Let me ask again. Are you gonna be good and take it?” He murmured in your ear. 

    “Yes, yes I’ll take it and be good for you.” 

    He seems satisfied, pulling your face to meet his. He kisses you as his tip prods at your entrance. His hand grips your waist, and he rubs your clit with the tip of his cock, smiling softly as you whine out in need. Finally, he pushes himself in, still holding eye contact as your mouth falls open. You let out a breathy moan as he sheathes himself fully inside of you. Tseng doesn’t wait for you to adjust, pulling himself out halfway before slamming back into you. Every thrust feels like the air is being fucked out of you, and you grip the back of the metal chair to steady yourself. 

    “I’ve been waiting- fuck- to do this for years- f-fuck Y/N,” His broken thoughts flooding out of his mouth. “You just had to f-fucking wear this god damn dress- nmh- tonight, huh?” He asked.

    You nod rapidly. He laughs darkly at your enthusiasm. “T-thats what I thought. You wanted to be seen, didn’t you?” He muttered in your ear. Nodding again, he wraps his hand around your throat again. “Not a fucking thought in that pretty head of yours is there? You can’t even answer my questions.” 

    He’s panting now, small groans and profanities slipping out, the sound of your hips meeting his thrusts fill the room. You feel your orgasm approaching again, and you begin to shake, desperate for release. He seems to feel it too, his thrusts getting deeper, his fingers squeezing the sides of your neck. 

    “It really is too bad I can’t fuck you like this every day.” He whispers in your ear. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your orgasm rips through your body, lighting every nerve on fire as you cry out his name. 

    Your body trembles as he pulls away. He pulls you with him, holding you with one arm around your waist as he switches to sit in the chair. Pulling you into his lap, your back to him, he pushes into you again, rubbing your clit. 

    “Ride me.” 

    The new angle hits your spot perfectly, and you begin to bounce as much as your body would let you. Still rubbing your clit, his thrusts meet your hips. He’s still relentless, letting your second orgasm approach slowly, whispering sweet encouragement in your ear. As you lose control with your second climax, he begins to tap your clit gently with his gloved digits. Crying out, you grab his wrists, trying to stop him from overstimulating you. You squeeze around his cock as you cum again.

    He brings you back to reality with soft pecks on the curve of your neck, letting you calm down. He’s breathing heavy in your ear, and his kisses, though soft, are messy and uncoordinated. “You got one more left for me right? I know you can do it for me, dear. Cum on my cock one more time, please.” He begs. Gods, he’s begging you. You still want to impress him, after all these years. 

    You pull yourself off him to turn around and face him, straddling his thighs. You take a moment to admire the state he’s in as you slip his throbbing cock back into you. His eyes are half-lidded, watching your every movement, and his hair is disheveled. His tie was untied long ago, and the top few buttons of his shirt undone. A thin layer of sweat covers his neck and chest. He looks absolutely gorgeous. He bottoms out again, and you roll your hips slowly. Hissing, his head falls back as he closes his eyes, reveling in the feeling of your cunt. He feels electric and needy, needing to feel everything you will give him. 

    You grab both of his hands and place them at your hips, letting his hands explore your body as you begin to roll your hips faster. His fingers dance everywhere, not letting an inch of skin go untouched. He’s so gentle, quite a contrast to the rough fucking he just put you through. He touched you like you were porcelain, almost scared to break you. Leaning forward, you place your own hands on the side of his face and kiss him. The kiss is sloppy and needy, and you both moan into the kiss. His hands have moved to hold you by your thighs as he thrusts upwards. Holding your gaze, he puts the last of his energy into fucking himself into you, groaning as he approaches his own high. His thrusts are sloppy, and you reach between your bodies to rub circles on your clit again, feeling your final orgasm wash over you. Burying your head into the crook of his neck, you cum once more, and his now messy thrusts abruptly stop. He groans loudly as he releases himself deep inside of you. 

    You look up at him, pressing your forehead against his as you try to even out your breathing. He reaches up to move your hair from your face, and cups it, kissing you deeply. 

    “We can never do this again, can we, Tseng?” You ask quietly, melancholy filling the atmosphere. 

    “No.” He finally answers. You both stare for a moment, letting the situation fully process.

    Pulling away from him, you try to stand up to get redressed, only to stumble. He holds you up, and pulls your panties on for you, along with your dress and heels. 

    You watch as he straightens himself out, putting his suit jacket back on and fixing his hair. You turn to leave, before he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

    “Take the money we offer, and we’ll handle your client for you. Don’t make me kill you.” Tseng states. You look at him for a while, observing his face. He’s known for being subtle about his feelings, letting logic and duty take over his personal feelings. But this? No. He looked desperate. Desperate to not have to make the decision to end you. You pondered his request briefly. 

    “If I take the money, you will never be able to work with me again.” You added. 

    “That ended when you went against the company to work with this client, Y/N. We will still monitor your activities.” 

    You stared at the floor, fidgeting with your purse. Of course, you wanted to see him again. He wanted to see you again. You want each other, and can’t have it. You swallow thickly, turning back to face him.

    “Fine. I’ll drop the client. Take the money. But I will never forgive you for this.” You declared. His eyes drop, and he gives a brief nod. Collecting your phone, you breeze past him, turning to place a soft kiss on his lips. 

    “I look forward to seeing you do something better with your life, Miss Y/N.” He murmurs. 

    Looking back, you give a smirk, both of you knowing damn well you never will. Reno and Rude are still waiting at the door. They don’t seem to have a clue of what exactly just transpired in the room while they guarded the door, and you were perfectly fine with that. They escorted you to the car waiting for you, and you were glad to finally go home. 

    “I take it everything’s been settled?” Rude asks. 

    “For better or for worse.” You reply politely. 

     He gives a brief nod, and Reno closes the door behind you before waving you off.

     The car began to pull away, when Tseng made his final appearance. Locking eyes, knowing you will never get to see him again, you turned to face forward, unable to bear the look in his eyes.

[jace-the-writer-guy]

Has Ebony gone to a place called the Honeybee Inn?

Ebony blushed at the question and nodded, sitting in a booth at Seventh Heaven with Sakura. "O-oh, I've been there before to y-y'know, watch a show w-with Sakura. It was n-nice."

"Ebbyyy, you mean you aren't gonna tell them everything?" Sakura teased the kitten, grinning as Ebony blushed a bit more.

"O-oh hush," Ebony replied and giggled a bit, then she lowered her voice to a whisper, "We... might have paid a girl some gil for a-a night with her too~"

///Alright so since the Honeybee Inn is different between the original (brothel) and Remake (night club) of Final Fantasy VII, I'm just gonna combine them both for this. Also, I had to look up about the Honeybee in to remember what exactly it was and see if it was different in the remake since I haven't played yet, so I don't want to be spoiled by any asks if you guys can help it. Also for an AU for my OCs in the FF7 world, please use (FF7 AU)///

[krshush]

I'm going to talk abt that last Follow Rank now actually,

Because hey hi hellooo Basilioooooo you've lost SO many people I'm SO SORRRYYYYY,,,

The way his rank ends, and him insisting on funeral rites for Vinca and Del in one night is Hitting That Part of my brain that wants to write little scenes. Just. The party making it back to Hushed Honeybee, and Will explaining to Fabienne, and the whole celebration of life+mourning of death takes up each person. Bas making his and Del's favorite foods all the while... getting help from Will and Maria...........

And it's such a sweeping emotional thing in me that I feel like I can't do anything else in-game, even though it's not actually happening in-game, y'know? I don't WANNA go do anything else, I'm GONNA help make food in the inn. I'll do the Other Things later. Right now it's honoring Basilio honoring his fallen brothers 🥹

EDIT: IMMEDIATELY AFTER MAKING THIS POST I WENT BACK TO THE GAME AND FABIENNE DOESN'T NEED HELP COOKING ANYMORE BC IT'S LESS BUSY THAT'S DEVASTATING. MY HONOR MOMENCE...

Good! Morning! I've just finished all the Bonds in Metaphor!! That last one Got Me Good!!! The VA is just really good is the thing!!! I'M SOOOO ,