#reader x rufus shinra

[demialwrites]

FF7 x Reader Mpreg HCs

Because I need to write this.🤰 But you don't need to read this🤡

Cloud

Annoyed. Grumpy. Doesn't appreciate all the extra attention, even though it's positive

Would prefer to chill alone and think deeply about what kind of parent he'd want to be and all the places he'd want his child to see

His friends have to drag him out of the house because he ended up brooding inside for too long

You bicker a bit at first because you can't keep your hands off him and his growing stomach but he likes space. You end up compromising on using a stethoscope to listen to the baby

Rude

Surprisingly chill. Content, even. Talks even less than usual.

He always wanted at least one child and he blushes occasionally thinking about taking care of his little one

There's a few instances of clumsiness if he tries to train while showing but he gets used to it pretty quickly

Reno is extra protective

Constantly cooking his own cravings. He even gets up in the middle of the night to cook something you could easily make or buy if he asked, making him pretend to be huffy when you scold him but he secretly enjoys the fussing

Reno

A bit annoyed because anything that gets in the way of him doing his job well is, well, annoying

To everyone's surprise, he becomes less reckless but doesn't give up the tendency entirely

If any opponent goes for his stomach, they're dead. No questions asked

Demands you touch his stomach at least once a day. He's proud of himself

Chatters endlessly about it to those subordinate to him, to the point where everyone dreads getting assigned to him in the field

Tseng

Takes being pregnant like a champ, at first

It's a real hassle getting him to slow down, to the point where everyone has to outright refuse to spar with him (and secretly start completing his paperwork) later on in the pregnancy

Has a mini-crisis when he can't do his job fulltime anymore because he struggles when he's not feeling useful

Repeatedly informs you that you will do the bulk of the childrearing because he intends to return to work immediately (changes his mind completely after laying eyes on the baby)

Vincent

Not annoyed like Cloud but mopey. Behaves as if his life experiences will translate into a possible curse he will pass on to his child

He can try to mope inside the coffin but the lid doesn't fit flush near the end of the pregnancy. It's adorable but you must not giggle; it will make him pouty

When not moping, he's the exact opposite. Serious™️. Must make up for what happened with Sephiroth

You pray the hormones will chill him out somehow. Many discussions, lots of reassurance that things won't be as bad as he assumes they'll be

Rufus

Alternates between pissy (how dare this happen to me? Why can't you do this?!) and proud (well, of course, my child will be better than all of you peasants) before adapting quite well. In fact, he uses the pregnancy as an excuse to shut down bickering during board meetings whenever possible

Becomes a bit of a paranoid shut in. It's because he feels more vulnerable but he readily admit to it

You wake up to Darkstar on the bed in between you because he wants to protect

Becomes a terror about his cravings and it may lead to actual arguments if he doesn't get what he wants immediately

Also informs you that he will go right back to work but does not change his mind

Reeve

Poor man suffers from excessive nausea and struggles to gain the proper amount of weight

You have to work together with his department employees to make sure he eats enough. He hardly notices because he's still absorbed in his work

The best baby shower gift is a Cait Sith plushie, maybe one you knit/crocheted yourself. The hormones make him feel so touched that he weeps

[dvixen]

SMUT fem!reader reader in lingerie praise

his favorite thing to do was buy you lingerie and see you in it, knowing he bought it for you. and then just ripping it on you because you’re unfairly beautiful. “so pretty,” he mumbles, pushing deeper and pressing your head into the pillow. his fingers caress the lace, “and so tight... right, honey?” you mumble something in response and feel your brains melt as he quickens the pace just enough for a couple thrusts and praise to make you cum. “that’s it,” he almost hisses, leaning in close to your ear, “good job, beautiful.”

BRUCE pantalone AVENTURINE TARTAGLIA RUFUS leon SYLUS

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Very often I think about Sephiroth crawling in my bed and napping. Cause why not? Headcanons for Sephiroth Angeal Cloud Zack +Tseng and Rufus? if they have consistent access to your home. I doubt they’d do anything too invasive…that doesn’t go for Rufus and Tseng

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Zack

haven’t been paying enough attention to him he’s worried about you, you haven’t sent him your routine messages that let him know you made it to work or when you were heading home and that’s just weird. “What could be more important than thinking about me?”

Love him all you want, he’s eating your favorite snacks like a greedy little monster, it doesn’t matter if you buy enough to accommodate both of you. It takes a lot of food to fuel that man’s body, so that just means you started buying more for him to eat in addition to what he already steals right?

Doesn’t really snoop around while you’re gone but if something catches his attention he’s going to investigate. You’ll catch him with something in his hands that you haven’t seen in ages but still claims he doesn’t actually go through your things…sure buddy

Tries to straighten up messes, most of which he makes, but I dunno man. Something about Zack doesn’t scream world’s most tidy man and he doesn’t pay attention to fine detail. It’s the effort that counts right? He’ll at least take your trash out for you and clean up any obvious messes.

Will find him sprawled out on your couch waiting for you to get home, snoring and drooling all over the arm of your sofa…god he’s so fucking adorable and he’s just waiting for you to get home and cuddle him. After all you gave him a key for anything important.

Cloud

Yall know I’m making the “you like krabby patties don’t you squidward” face mhm..anyways are those most definitely your underwear in his hands that he’s so poorly trying to hide behind his back. Not to mention the underwear hanging out of his pocket. “You know Cloud,I heard you were a perv but fuck.”

After that day he didn’t use his key for a while. No, that’s not what he was there for originally. He was waiting for you to get to your home after an argument the two of you had on the phone to speak to you in person. Who knew that in his boredom his feet would led him to your drawers? There wasn’t too much to argue about anymore, not after asking if he wanted the ones on your ass too. He did and he got them off of you personally.

Will also straighten up things he sees in disarray, especially if he knows you like things a particular way. Will also feed and take care of any other needs your pet has if you have one. He gives your pet way more attention in private than he does around you.

The “Oh I fixed it” guy. If he isn’t there by the time you get back there might be a list of miscellaneous items he fixed. Eventually he stops making the lists considering you didn’t even realize what needed fixing and when, knowing that his actions are always appreciated.

Genesis

Because what more of an excuse does he need to freely enter your home than being Genesis? He’s coming to get your attention and recite Loveless to you while creating parallels between you and the words of his beloved epic.

Mad at him? Ignoring him? That’s not going to work, you better take that key back if you really don’t want him in your face. He’s not going to knock, sweet boy is coming straight in to fix whatever turmoil has risen between the two. Sometimes bearing gifts in these moments but he delivers you gifts when you’re not mad at him as well.

Noticed one thing isn’t very tidy, taken in account that perhaps you’ve been too tired or not in the best of moods lately. He’s going to end up cleaning your home just as he would keep his own. It’s the least he can do to help his darling.

Somehow makes your entire home smell like him, it’s like he has a Febreze can of himself that he sprays around the place. It’s just him spraying his cologne everywhere to mark his territory like a cat.

Sets up cute dates for when you arrive. This is especially convenient considering the two of you have such busy/conflicting schedules. Making sure to take care of anything around your home so you can solely focus on unwinding from the events of the day and on him.

Sometimes you’ll come home to fresh flowers sitting on your living room table. Along with a sickly sweet note, a quote from Loveless thrown in, and addressed to “his goddess”.

Angeal (ily break into my home pls I just wanna talk)

The master at taking care of his “beautiful liege”. Originally got a key to your home to pick up some things you needed for work but seeing the disarray of your apartment causes him to pause. It doesn’t bother him but if you needed help being taken care of you should have asked. Poor baby feels bad for not noticing that he needs to take care of you far more than he already does.

Yeah, you actually never got the things you needed for work that day. Only receiving a short text from Angeal claiming he would “be there soon”. Stepping into your home you can’t help but notice that it smells amazing. Beginning your trek to the couch toss your things down you go to step over some books that you swear were going to get picked up two weeks ago. Looking around you can’t help but notice the whole apartment is spotless. No longer able to hold the irritation you held with Angeal for bailing on you earlier, as you realize why he never showed up.

He refuses to give you back “his” your key after this. He won’t enter without your permission of course, even if you’re home, the man’s polite after all. Certainly wont go through your things unlike Cloud and Zack but can often be found curled up in your bed if it takes a while for you to get home.

You already know this man is cooking for you, normally timing when he’ll finish a meal with the time you get home so it’s fresh cause he “needs the best for his baby”. He’ll also do things like having a bath running for you, will join if you want him to, he’ll wash you up himself since you “shouldn’t have to lift another finger today”. Once again due to such a busy and conflicting schedule this is the easiest routine for you two.

Sometimes it seems like he lives there, seemingly spending more time at your place than at his own. Which is just fine with him, home is where his heart belongs, and his heart belongs with you.

Sephiroth (the cutest one idk i usually write my favorite one last but between Angeal, Seph and Rufus+Tseng idk) {After Genesis goes missing to highlight his emotional state}

To say the look on that man’s face was stressed was an understatement. As you walked into his office, immediately asking our dear Sephi what was wrong. Not one to go into too much detail Sephiroth explains he’d just like to be alone. That right now everything is a bit much for him to deal with and he doesn’t want to be found “unless it’s by you”. Prompting you to offer up your apartment, knowing nobody would look for him there.

Hesitant to accept your offer because he doesn’t want to intrude or make himself an inconvenience to you. A statement that makes you roll your eyes because Sephiroth could never be a bother. It doesn’t take much convincing for him take your keys and disappear from the Shinra building.

When you get home Sephiroth you can tell he’s made himself at home. His shirtless form opens the door for you, giving you a quick kiss and asking how your day has been. Noting that he looks a bit more well rested than he did earlier. As you walk around you can kind of tell what he’s been up to, a few of your books are sitting on the couch along with his laptop. Nothing out of the ordinary really, asking what he’s been up to and if he’s feeling better.

Scooping you up in his arms he carries you to the bedroom, stating that he’s just been “waiting for you”. Giggling at the sight of your bed you gawk at him asking “did you make a pillow fort?!” He actually looks a little prideful when he tells you he did and that “the structural integrity is absolutely astounding.” He’ll only let you leave the fort for good reasons, either food or the bathroom seems to be the only things he lets you get up for so far.

In the morning you give him a spare key, telling him to feel free to use it whenever. And that he does, the next day finding him cocooned in your blankets on the couch. The only thing you can see is his beautiful green eyes peeking at you from his nest of blankets. Hiding in your home definitely becomes a routine for him, only going to his own for clothes and whatever other items he may need. Spending a few nights at his own place every so often to give you space (that you never needed he just worries). Just a few nights every so often though cause why does he need to be there “when everything I want is here”

Rufus+Tseng (they’re definitely a package deal, can’t tell me otherwise) ffff-hi Reno you weren’t supposed to be here but my mind has now put you here

You certainly didn’t give these guys access to your home. Walking through your apartment after a long day, to what you thought was going to be a relaxing evening. Instead being greeted by a massive guard hound, well that wasn’t on your schedule but it seemed to get penciled in “what the fuck is that?” You can’t help but spit out, reaching for your pistol only to be interrupted by a foreign voice

“Now don’t be rude Y/N. The things you just got done doing are far more terrifying than my DarkStar.” Your eyes immediately darting around to find the owner of that voice- Who is this pretty blonde fuck sitting on your couch? Legs crossed, arm propped against the arm rest with his head held up by his hand. It’s almost like he’s trying to look as disinterested as possible in…whatever it was they were here for.

Not to mention the guy standing beside him, long black hair pulled back neatly…yeah, that’s just screaming to be pulled. Drawing his weapon the minute you reached for your own, telling you to drop it and to step towards them slowly. As you start taking steps towards the duo your arm is grabbed and being twisted behind your back. Their chest rumbling against your back as they chuckle.

“Oh, this one is so cute. How do we feel about ‘em bossman?” craning your neck to get a look at your assailant, being greeted by a red head with a goofy grin on his face. My god he was easy on the eyes as well. Sporting a suit similar to the raven haired man, his shirt unbuttoned, leaving his chest deliciously exposed. If it weren’t obvious you were in danger you might’ve thought you were in for a treat. Jumping a bit as his other hand starts roaming your body. Letting out a chuckle as Reno speaks stating that he’s “just checking for weapons, ya know how it goes. Unless..” his tone turning flirtatious to be cut off swiftly by Tseng, requesting you take a seat.

Reno, as the gentleman he is, assists you in your seat. All but shoving you down as he leaves his hands resting on your shoulders. You make it clear not to him “mishandle the merchandise” only for him to tell you he “can do better later.” Quickly shutting down the interaction between Reno and yourself finally asking who they were and why they were here. Rufus does a majority of the talking he is the center of attention of course, going into detail about how the Turks have been tracking you for the past year. Going through the list of atrocities you’ve committed along with some pretty damning evidence.

“Wow, you kill a few people and now the government is breaking into your home? I don’t know if this is really warranted.” At that comment you receive a rather pointed glance from Tseng and a raised eyebrow from Rufus. Finally getting to the point after Tseng lectures you on how this is a serious matter and there’s no time to play. They offer you a job with them, “redemption” as Rufus called it. While sure you’re a criminal, you indirectly solved a lot of their problems and you’re the final loose end they needed secured. “Or, you can go back to prison, but this time for the rest of your life.”

Though Tseng made it clear, if you can’t pass their training and be a successful member of the Turks you’ll be going prison anyway. Your smarts and ability to have snuck through the system this long is what got their attention drawn to you, well Rufus’ attention. Tseng thinks picking up “low-life criminals” to join their forces is far below them. Besides, they don’t really need you anyways, they just want you.

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Crying cause I hate I can tell when I first started writing this and when I finally found it and finished. Saving things to drafts seems like a dangerous game I won’t be playing again. I couldn’t think of anything to add to characters I already wrote for. Definitely making the last hc something bigger and is now main priority.

[ajalholland]

Parent scenarios

Characters: Reno, Sephiroth, Tseng, Cloud, Zack, Vincent, Rufus, Genesis, and Angeal.

ROUGHHOUSING

You watch with a mixture of amusement and mild anxiety as your husband Sephiroth wrestles playfully on the living room floor with your three rambunctious four-year-old sons, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz. The boys are shrieking with laughter as they tumble over each other, trying to pin their father down.

"Careful, boys!" you call out, biting your lip. "Don't hurt Daddy!"

Sephiroth glances up at you, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he grins. "Relax, gorgeous. We're just having some fun." He easily flips Kadaj onto his back, eliciting another peal of giggles.

"No! Don't tickle me!" Kadaj squealed, as Sephiroth began to tickle the boy mercilessly.

"Hands off my brother!" Yazoo yelled as he charged at Sephiroth.

"Charge!" Loz joined in, hitting his father with a pillow.

You can't help but laugh yourself at the sight of your usually stoic husband being so carefree and silly with your kids. It's a rare treat to see this softer side of him.

"Alright, you little hellions," Sephiroth says, sitting up and pulling each boy onto his lap. "I think that's enough wrestling for now. How about we go build a fort in the backyard instead?"

The boys cheer excitedly, jumping up and down. "Fort! Fort!" they chant.

You shake your head in fond exasperation as they race towards the door, Sephiroth following behind them with a bemused smile.

"You're too good to them," you tease, walking over to join them. "They'll end up spoiled."

Sephiroth slings an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "I do it because I love them. And I love you." He leans down to capture your lips in a quick, passionate kiss.

You melt into his embrace, your heart full. "I love you too," you murmur against his mouth. "Even if you do spoil our kids rotten.

"He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "That's my job. Now come on, let's go supervise Operation Backyard Fort."

Hand in hand, you follow your husband and your energetic sons outside, ready for another adventure together as a family.

EARLY MORNINGS

You stir awake slowly, blinking against the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Reaching over, you realize the bed beside you is empty. Frowning, you sit up and glance around the room, wondering where your husband Cloud could be.

Then you hear it - the soft lullaby of a familiar voice drifting from the nursery. Curious, you pad down the hall and peek inside. There, in the rocking chair, is Cloud, cradling your one-year-old daughter Sunny in his arms as he sings to her softly.

Your heart melts at the tender scene. You lean against the doorframe, watching them for a few moments. Cloud looks so peaceful, so natural holding your little girl. Sunny is nestled against his chest, her eyes closed as she listens to his gentle voice.

After a bit, Cloud notices you and smiles, his blue eyes twinkling. "Hey, beautiful. Did I wake you?"

You shake your head. "No, I just woke up and wondered where you were. Looks like you two were having quite the bonding moment."

He chuckles. "Sunny was fussing a bit, so handled it this time. Figured you could use the extra rest."

"You're the best," you say warmly, stepping into the room. You lean down and brush a kiss across Sunny's forehead. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. "She's lucky to have such a wonderful daddy."

Cloud's cheeks flush slightly. "I'm the lucky one. She and you are my whole world." He stands carefully, shifting Sunny as he walks over to you. "Here, why don't you hold her for a bit? I'll go make some coffee."

You take Sunny into your arms, nuzzling her soft hair. "Mmm, coffee sounds heavenly. You spoil me, you know that?"

"I try," he says with a playful wink. "Anything for my girls." He presses a quick kiss to your lips before heading out of the room.

You smile, watching him go. Life with Cloud is full of sweet little moments like this - And you wouldn't trade it for the world.

BABY GIRL

You sigh contentedly, leaning back against the hospital pillows as you watch your husband Zack cradle your newborn daughter in his strong arms. He's swaying gently, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazes down at the tiny, perfect life you two created together.

"She's even more beautiful than I imagined," Zack murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "Look at those little fingers, those rosebud lips... she's absolutely perfect."

You smile, your heart swelling with love and pride. "She certainly is. And she got her daddy's gorgeous eyes."

Zack chuckles softly, carefully adjusting his hold on the baby. "I don't know about that.. hers are way prettier than mine." He glances up at you, his blue eyes shining with tender affection. "You did amazing today. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks to you," you say, reaching out to stroke your daughter's downy cheek. "You were my rock through it all. I couldn't have done it without you."

Zack shakes his head. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. That's a promise." He brings the baby closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And I'll always be here for you too, little one. To love you, protect you, and guide you. You'll never be alone."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you watch this incredible man, your husband and the father of your child, pouring his heart out to your daughter. In this moment, you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"What should we name her?" you ask softly, glancing between Zack and the baby.

Zack smiles, his gaze never leaving the child in his arms. "How about Bernadette? Then I can call her Beanie."

You feel a surge of emotion at the suggestion. "Bernadette... I love it. It's perfect."

"Beanie it is then," Zack says with a playful smirk, you could only roll her eyes.

NAPTIME

You sigh in exhaustion as you try to rock your cranky toddler to sleep, your back aching from the effort. Little Lyney has been fussy all day and nothing seems to soothe him.

Suddenly, you hear a soft knock at the door and your husband Vincent pokes his head in, his face etched with concern. "Is everything alright in here?"

You shake your head, trying not to snap. "No, he just won't settle down. I've tried everything."

Vincent steps into the room, his eyes soft with sympathy. "Here, let me try." He gently takes Lyney from your arms, cradling him against his chest.

To your surprise, the toddler's cries subside almost instantly, replaced by small, hiccuping breaths as he nuzzles into Vincent's neck.

"What's your secret?" you ask, watching in awe as your normally stoic husband coos soft words to your son, his fingers stroking his back in soothing circles.

"No idea," he says with a hint of a smile.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Well, I'm glad one of us got him to calm down. You're a miracle worker."

Vincent just shrugs, continuing to rock Lyney. Within minutes, his eyes are fluttering closed as he drifts off to sleep, safe and content in his father's arms.

You feel a surge of love and gratitude for this incredible man who can calm your child with just a touch and a whisper. "Thank you," you mouth silently, not wanting to disturb the peace.

Vincent meets your gaze, his red eyes warm and tender. "Anything for you and our little one," he murmurs.

You share a smile, marveling at the beautiful family you've created together. Even on the toughest days, you know you'll always have each other's love and support to get through.

PREGNANT

You walk into the living room where your husband Reno is lounging on the couch, watching TV. You plop down next to him with a smile.

"Hey babe," you say casually, "I have some news. I'm pregnant."

Reno's eyes widen and he nearly drops the remote. "Whoa whoa whoa, back up. Did you just say...you're pregnant?"

You nod, still grinning. "Yep. I took a test this morning. We're gonna be parents!"

He stares at you in shock for a moment before breaking into a huge grin. "Holy shit, really? That's amazing!" He jumps up and pulls you into a tight hug. "I love you so much!"

You laugh and hug him back. "I love you too."

"I can't believe it," Reno says, shaking his head in amazement as he pulls back to look at you. "Me, a dad. This is incredible."

"I know, right? We'll be good parents, won't we?" You ask unsure.

He kisses you deeply. "Damn straight we are. I'm gonna be the best dad ever. And you're gonna be a hot mom."

You smack his arm playfully. "Watch it, mister. I'm already hormonal."

Reno chuckles and pulls you close again. "Alright, alright, I'll behave. For now." He winks. "But seriously, this is the best news I've ever heard. I love you so damn much."

"I love you too." You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling so grateful and excited for this new chapter. "Guess we better start looking into baby names and strollers, huh?"

Reno takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "You're right. I'm just... wow. A baby. Our baby." He grins ear to ear. "I can't wait to meet this little guy or gal. And to see you all glowing and round with my child... it's a dream come true."

TRAINING

You watch with a mixture of pride and apprehension as your husband Genesis stands in the backyard with your ten-year-old son, Caspian, demonstrating some basic sword techniques. Both of them are wielding wooden practice swords, moving gracefully through the forms.

"Let's see that lunge again," Genesis says, his voice firm but encouraging.

Caspian nods, setting himself and launching into the move. His form is a bit awkward, but you can see the determination in his eyes as he tries to mimic his father's fluid motions.

Genesis steps in, gently correcting Caspian's stance. "There you go. Nice and steady. Keep practicing that footwork."

You smile, remembering how excited Caspian had been when Genesis first offered to teach him swordplay. Your son has always looked up to his father, admiring his strength and skill.

As the lessons continue, you wander over, leaning against a nearby tree to watch. Genesis glances up, catching your eye and giving you a warm smile. It's moments like these that make your heart swell - seeing the bond between your husband and son growing stronger every day.

"He's a natural," you comment, nodding towards Caspian as he practices on the dummy.

Genesis chuckles, proudly. "He's got good instincts. And he listens well. That's half the battle."

You step closer, wrapping your arms around Genesis's waist from behind. He relaxes against you, his wooden sword clattering to the ground as he leans into you.

"You're a great teacher," you murmur, nuzzling his neck. "He's so lucky to have you."

Genesis turns his head, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "We're both lucky. To have each other, and this little guy." He jerks his chin towards Caspian, who is now attempting a spinning slash, much to his own amusement.

You laugh, shaking your head fondly. "He's going to be just like you, isn't he?"

Genesis chuckles, watching Caspian's dramatic spin. "Well, I hope not too much like me. I was a bit of a troublemaker in my youth."

You snort. "I don't doubt it."

Genesis grins, turning to face you fully. "But he also has your humility." He then leans in to kiss your lips softly.

You melt into the tender embrace, savoring the warmth and affection in your husband's touch. Genesis has always been a passionate lover, but it's the little moments like these - the stolen kisses, the casual touches, the shared glances full of understanding - that truly make your heart flutter.

As you pull away, you catch Caspian watching you with a disgusted look. You clear your throat, giving him a playful glare. "Eyes on the training dummy, mister!"

Caspian laughs, shaking his head. "Sorry, Mom!" He turns back to his training.

FIRST CRUSH

You watch with an amused smile as your husband Angeal paces back and forth in the kitchen, muttering under his breath. He's been in a tizzy ever since your six-year-old daughter Lily came home from school gushing about her new "boyfriend".

"I can't believe she's already crushing on boys," Angeal grumbles, running a hand through his black hair. "She's too young for that nonsense."

You stifle a laugh, setting down your coffee mug. "Oh honey, it's perfectly normal. Remember, you were her age once. I'm sure you had your fair share of little girl crushes."

Angeal scoffs, crossing his arms. "Yeah, well, I was a normal boy. I didn't care about girls, thought they all had cooties."

You raise an eyebrow at that comment. "Cooties, seriously? Don't worry, Angeal, she's six. She just thinks Timmy in her class is cute because he shares his snacks with her."

"I don't like it," Angeal insists stubbornly. "What if he breaks her heart? What if he's a bad influence? I should go have a talk with him..."

"Whoa, slow down there, tiger," you say, holding up your hands. "Let's not be crazy. Both kids will forget about it in a week."

Angeal sighs heavily, finally relenting. "Fine, fine. But I'm keeping a close eye on them. No sleepovers, no alone time, nothing."

You shake your head in exasperation, but can't help the affectionate smile tugging at your lips. "You're such an overprotective daddy," you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist. "But I love you for it."

Angeal relents, pulling you into a hug. "I just want to keep our little girl safe," he murmurs into your hair. "She's my whole world."

You smile softly, patting Angeal's chest. "Lily is lucky to have such a devoted daddy. She's only six right now, but remember, she's growing up. Soon enough she'll be a teenager with a REAL boyfriend. You can't shelter her forever."

Angeal takes a deep breath, nodding. "I know, I know. It's just hard seeing her get older. It feels like just yesterday we brought her home from the hospital."

"I remember," you say fondly, gazing up at him. "You were so nervous holding her for the first time, afraid you'd drop her or do something wrong. But the moment she looked up at you with those big blue eyes, you were hooked."

Angeal chuckles softly, his expression turning wistful. "She had me wrapped around her little finger from day one. I couldn't believe I helped create such a perfect little person."

You nod in understanding, recalling that moment yourself. "We created a miracle together. And now look at her - crushing on boys."

Angeal scowls, "No boys!"

You rolled your eyes, there was nothing you could do about that.

MEALTIME

You watch with amusement as your husband Tseng sits at the table, trying valiantly to feed your nine-month-old daughter Liling her lunch. He scoops up a spoonful of pureed carrots and holds it out to her, his expression serious and focused.

"Come on, Liling, open up," he coaxes gently, tapping the spoon against her lips.

But Liling just turns her head away, her little mouth pursed stubbornly. Tseng frowns, clearly frustrated. "What's wrong with her?" he asks, glancing over at you. "She always eats for you."

You smother a laugh, walking over to peek at Liling. "Well, maybe she just needs a little extra encouragement," you suggest.

Tseng rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to make silly faces to get her to eat," he insists stubbornly. "She needs to learn to eat properly like a big girl."

You smile, patting his shoulder. "Just do it. For her." 

Tseng sighs, clearly exasperated. But he can't deny how much Liling lights up whenever you interact with her. With a put-upon huff, he turns back to his daughter.

"Alright, alright," he grumbles. "Here goes nothing."

Liling blinks up at him curiously as Tseng contorts his face into an exaggerated grimace, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes. He waves the spoon of pureed carrots in front of her.

For a moment, Liling just stares at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. But then a little gurgle escapes her throat and she starts to giggle, her chubby cheeks quivering.

Tseng's stern expression melts into a grin. "Is that right? You like Daddy's silly faces, huh?"

He brings the spoon to her lips again and this time, Liling opens wide, eagerly accepting the food. Tseng beams, feeling a rush of pride and love.

"There's my good girl," he praises, continuing to feed her with exaggerated motions and goofy expressions. "You're doing so well."

You watch from the sidelines, your heart full. It warms your soul to see this softer, more playful side of your usually serious husband. Liling is a lucky little girl to have him as her father.

As Tseng finishes feeding Liling, she reaches up with her tiny hands, grabbing at his face. He laughs, nuzzling her palm.

"I love you, my little princess," he murmurs. "Daddy will always take care of you, no matter what."

You move closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "See, what that so hard?"

Tseng gives you a look, but leans into your touch. "Just.. don't tell anyone.."

FAMILY PHOTOS

You sigh in frustration, trying to corral your husband Rufus and your eight-year-old son Damian for the family photos. It's been an hour and the photographer is getting impatient.

"Rufus, please just stand still," you plead, adjusting your husband's tie for the umpteenth time. "And Damian, sweetie, can you at least look at the camera? We need to get this done."

Rufus rolls his eyes, looking bored. "Do we have to do this now? I have important work to get back to."

"Yes, we do," you say firmly. "It's our family photo. Now smile, dammit!"

Damian is busy trying to take his bow tie off, oblivious to your exasperation. You march over and gently pull his hand away. "Damian Shinra, I told you to leave it alone, young man."

"But Mommy," he whines, "it itches!"

You straighten his bow tie with a stern look. "I know, honey. But we have to look our best for the pictures, okay?"

Rufus clears his throat, drawing your attention. "Darling, perhaps we should reschedule. The boy is clearly not in the mood."

"No!" you snap, more forcefully than intended. "We're doing this today. Now everyone get in position before I lose my mind."

The photographer, sensing the tension, claps her hands. "Okay everyone, let's try this again. Rufus, can you put your arm around your wife? Damian, stand between your parents and give me a big smile."

Rufus and Damian groan but comply, Rufus's arm going stiffly around your waist. You plaster on the brightest smile you can manage, praying for this to be over soon.

"Say cheese!" the photographer chirps.

Click click click.

You breathe a sigh of relief as she announces they got the shots. Maybe they won't turn out too awful, despite the less than enthusiastic participants.

"That's a wrap, folks!" the photographer says cheerily. "You all looked great. I'll have the proofs ready for you in a week."

You exhale heavily, rubbing your temples. "Great.."

Rufus leans down to whisper in your ear. "I'm sorry darling. I know how much these photos mean to you." He presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

You soften, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Rufus. I appreciate you humoring me."

Damian bounces over, his earlier tantrum forgotten. "Can we get ice cream now, Mommy? Pleeease?"

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. "Okay, fine."

[dollwrites]

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark ( may contain noncon ). these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ, Rᴜғᴜs, ɪs ᴀɴ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ. he can’t stand your whining. “Stop crying so much.” he hisses through grit teeth when his hips slam into yours. his rhythm has always been slow and hard. deep. burying himself as far into core as he could possibly get, until his balls smashed against your entrance, acting as a bumper. only this time, with a large hand on each globe, spreading them apart, he ravaged your ass. “You’re my wife, aren’t you? You wanted to be the Mrs. Shinra, didn’t you?” his tone is hateful ( as per usual ), but broken through feral panting. he gives one cheek a rough smack with the meat of his palm before his fingers dig in once more, before you even had the chance to react to the harsh sting. “You wanted all of the luxury of being mine, didn’t you?”

you nod, with a gurgled groan leaving your trembling lips. knowing that each additional sniffle may grant you another spank.

“Of course you did. So, be a good little wife, and take my cock in your ass.” Rufus elicits a ragged exhale, “Push back into it.”

disobeying him was out of the question. with an uncomfortable shift on your knees, you widen your stance, and slowly push your ass back into him, his inches breaching the aching ring until your cheeks jiggle against his taught, lower abdomen. you didn’t dare look over your shoulder, but you could envision him there. on his knees, hips jutted forward and chest heaving, glistening with sweat. his thinner couplet would be parted to allow the rough panting of a man who loves to hurt you, his ice-blue eyes probably glaring down at your movements, with his chin tucked towards his chest.

“It… hurts…” you gripe, though stretched into a whimper, you press your forehead flat against the sheets and try to push the pressure of his girth pressing into an otherwise uncharted canal to the back of your mind. the solace you could find was in the desperate rubbing of your own fingertips against your cunt, strumming your swollen clit. of course, he’d been the one to demand that you play with yourself, but only because he didn’t care to do it himself.

Rufus doesn’t answer for several moments, and you wonder if it’s possibly because he’s entranced by the shape of your round ass as you move back and forth, begrudgingly fucking yourself in the ass. perhaps it’s even the way that his cock slides into it, with enough resistance to have him grunting and grinding his teeth. “I don’t recall asking if you liked it.” finally, after a few seconds, he murmurs. you hated that condescending lilt in his voice. “I’m sorry, my love, if I gave you the impression that what you wanted —or didn’t want— mattered.” as he growls this, one of his hands creeps along your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, until his fingers dig into your hair, gripping at the root, and jerking your head back. you’re craning your neck, looking up at him, and it feels as though his vice will rip your hair out. you wince, and attempt to bargain with him by moving your hips faster, hoping to persuade him to let go. however, with your eyes locked on to his stern blue ones, you see not an ounce of mercy within them. no love. only carnal pleasures. “That is my fault; I should not have assumed that such a simple thing would understand. Allow me to shed more light on what a marriage to me means.” even as he hunkered over you, his lips hovering inches over yours, you know better than to stop moving your hips. of course, he’d anchored you closer, so your hips were bucking in shorter spurts, but the flared head of his cock was deep in your ass, battering the spongy interior with each thrust. your eyes watered, your mouth agape. “You get the benefit of my money. My bodyguards. My home. My empire. And in exchange for all that I offer you, you forfeit the privilege of consent. You may flaunt the title of Rufus Shinra’s wife in public, but you are a glorified cocksleeve, my love.”

[crisiscutie]

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

Sure, here's some headcanons.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Rufus gazing down at you as he whispers that you’re his good girl while caressing your cheek in the softest way.

Rufus who can’t help but smirk at the way you bite the inside of your cheek in nervousness, your gaze averting from his piercing blue eyes that seems to undress you with just a look, all because of a simple praise he thought with a chuckle.

And yet it seems that you can’t resist his intoxicating presence as you lean into his touch, making Rufus tilt his head slightly to the side proudly.

« That’s my sweet angel…beautiful, vulnerable…and all mine. »

[actuallysaiyan]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rufus, what—”

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widen, “Really?”

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

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

“You don’t need to.”

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

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

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

You pant, “Take me. I’m all yours.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, “Yes, please! Please!”

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

“I love you too, Rufus.”

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

[cryptictongues]

Lonely Punity

pairing: Rufus Shinra x AFAB!Reader rating: Mature word count: 1.6k summary: "You believe me like a god. I betray you like a man."

warnings: angst, hurt, smut (references female anatomy)

Author's Notes: I was heavily inspired by "I'm Your Man" by Mitski for this short fic. Something about it just SCREAMS Rufus to me.

Spoilers involve mentions of the events at Junon and Rufus' plans towards the end of the game, so be wary!

[AO3 link]

Rufus doesn’t deserve you, that he knows for certain. The constant battle between his wants and his reality raging inside of him, desperate to resolve itself. But he knows it’s not that easy. It never is. 

Which is why he is here once again, completely bare and vulnerable with your legs wrapped around his hips. His fingers work you open, working to ring out gasps and hums of approval as he gets you ready for him.

The minute Rufus saw you, he was intrigued. From your prowess to your intellect, you became one of the best in the Turks ranks. He has watched you train through blood, sweat and tears, and in the end you had managed to prove that you were up to the challenge to serve. 

To serve him.

He never expected you to stick by his side, and he truly never expected to become enamored with you. He has had many lovers, none of them ever serious. But after he got sent away to Junon, he was surprised to see that it was you who were sent to be there with him. He thought his exile would be the time for him to plan his next steps, to plan for the right time to make his return. However, it wasn’t the only thing he got in his solitude.

Loneliness has never been anything new to him. It’s a birthright; something he was born with. As a child, his dad was never around, either doing business or fucking other women. He would belittle him, like he was nothing. His mom had passed early into his years of life. It’s as if he was being punished, but to what effect? He never could grasp. All he knew was loneliness was a curse, and maybe it’s what he deserves.

But you, you alleviated him. His time with you was never dull, never cold. You’d listen to him. You made him laugh. You even made him forget. It was as if his life was normal with you around. He didn’t feel lonely in your presence, and that was new for him. 

You are perfect. In every sense of the word, that is what you are to Rufus. Your perfection is not something he feels deserving of. 

But at the end of the day, he is a man and man takes and takes. And he wonders if that alone is why you, someone of your caliber, submit to him so easily.

“Fuck, Rufus! I need you please!”

Need . He has needed you from the start.

He takes his fingers away from your dripping cunt, his soaked fingers running along his cock. He slaps it across your heat a few times, savoring the way it clenches on nothing. He lets the head linger on your clit a second more, before dragging it down your folds to where you need him and where he is craving to be. 

He slides home, moans leaving his and your lips in unison, before he presses his body down on yours with his elbows laying to rest on either side of your shoulders. His hands hold your cheeks, his blue eyes looking into yours. The way you are looking at him, awe in your expression, makes Rufus shiver. He pulls his hips away slowly, a soft gasp coming from you, before slamming back in. All he can think is how perfect you feel around him.

“I got you, my angel. Now sing for me.”

Your eyes don’t falter with the rest of your expression. They stay on his, looking at him like he is a God, and that makes Rufus want to spiral.

You are not deserving of her. 

You are bad for her.

You deserve loneliness.

He has made love to you multiple times, but he knew this time was different, for it would be the last. 

You had been by his side for so long, protecting him throughout everything. While all the Turks had laid down their lives for him, it was you he always wanted by his side. But there was always that nagging feeling in his chest that he would cause you trouble, for he had enemies everywhere. He knew things would amp up once his dad passed, and he felt it even more now that the past is haunting him. However, he ignored it. How selfish of him. 

It wasn’t until the day he was almost assassinated that he knew he would be your ruin. All he could recall was one second, he was standing, and the next he was on the ground. He remembers being pulled up, only to see you on the ground clutching the back of your neck with blood seeping in between your fingers.

Rufus never gets scared, but that day will forever terrify him. If you had pushed him just that much sooner, you would be dead. Your blood would’ve been on his hands.

Thoughts of that day rummage his head, making him thrust harder into you. His hands travel to the back of your neck, the scar evident as they pass, and grasp onto your hair. A choked moan left your mouth, and Rufus went to swallow whatever follows. His lips are on yours messily, grunting into your mouth every time he is fully inside you. He feels you clench on him, trying to pull him in more like it was possible.

“Tell me,” he gasps into your mouth, refusing to let up. “Tell me you love me.”

What a selfish thing to ask. 

“I love you,” you choked out at a particularly hard thrust he delivers. 

He grips your hair tighter, craving you. “Tell me again.”

“Oh God! Rufus, I love you!”

In the earlier days, he would have relished in your devotion. Now, he feels distraught. Out of everyone on the planet, why did you have to love him? And why were you the only one to ever give him an ounce of it? 

You are a drug he takes and takes with greed, wanting to quit but unable. He begs for you to tell him that you love him, praying that it’ll sway him, but he knows it won’t work. With everything on the horizon, the utmost dangerous plans he was about to engage everyone in, he can’t fathom putting you in it. He will not relive the trauma of the thought of losing you again. He will do what he must to keep you safe and if that means making an enemy out of himself, he will.

He knows you all too well. He knows you will do anything to protect him and to help advance him. He knows you will sacrifice everything to get what information is needed when they travel to what they hope is the Promised Land. And because of that courage, he will hold you back. 

He can feel his orgasm coming, his hips moving with vigor as you shake beneath him from your own. His body starts tensing, preparing itself for release and it isn’t until your nails dig into his back, scratching up to behind his neck to keep his head leveled with yours that he starts to tip downward. 

“Cum for me, my love. For me.”

For you.

He cries out for you, slowing his hips down as he rides it out. Your eyes stayed on him, mirroring his expressions as you pulsed around his cock. He moves slower until he stops all together, sighing as he closes his eyes tightly, holding the tears in. 

He feels your hands caress his face, bringing him down for a languid kiss. He wants to stay like this forever. He wants it to be you and him against everything and everyone. 

But what he wants isn’t in the cards for him.

He rolls over you, panting in recovery, before he turns to look at you once more. You are looking at him, deep affection stirring in your eyes. It makes him want to weep at what could be, but he holds it together.

“Come here,” he murmurs, patting his chest.

You crawled over to him, curling up into his side and laying your head over his heart. You are warm against him, the post-coital glow radiating into his side. He’s going to miss this.

“Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

Yes, but it’s not what you think.

“No, I’m not.”

He hears you breathe out, a slight quiver like you know something you shouldn’t but you don’t mention it. You just snuggle into him closer. 

“That’s good. Everything will go according to plan. I’ll make sure of it.”

Rufus lays in silence for a while, you having long passed out. He studies your face, and it looks as peaceful as ever; like nothing is wrong and everything is as it should be.

Rufus’ chest tightens up. You won’t forgive him after tomorrow. He is already picturing how you will scream at him for taking you off the mission. Yell at how you will be moved somewhere far away from what will transpire. Plead to stay by his side with the others. 

Maybe you will figure him out, maybe not. Maybe you will resent him forever and see this as a betrayal, but he doesn’t care. He can stand to be lonely, for that has been his whole life. He wouldn’t survive knowing that your life was taken for nothing.

Taken by nothing except a pigheaded, pathetic, daddy-hating child.

So, Rufus will stay like this for the time being. He will allow this one last act of indulgence before he cuts the cord. If he must stay alone forever to keep you safe, then he will do what he must. 

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[cherryblossombankai]

hi! would you be able to do headcanons for what rufus + the turks do when it's their s/o's birthday? thanks in advance :D

Rufus

Rufus might have a lot of shortcomings as a partner, but he makes up for it by never forgetting special occasions. Whether or not he sees them as being all that special might be up for debate. Your birthday will be one of the things he will go all out over. He also wants it to be all glitz and glamor. So think a surprise birthday gala after a full day at the spa. 

Tseng

Tseng has every occasion noted in his calendar for the whole year. The one and only time he actually takes a day off if for your birthday, and absolutely nobody in the office knows why he takes the day off. Acts of service are his love language, so you can expect him to spoil you rotten all day long. 

Reno

Let’s be honest, Reno forgot it was your birthday. Not because it’s not important to him, but he’s just a little forgetful. He’s got a lot on his plate, and he tries really hard to be a good partner. Things just sometimes slip his mind. When it does finally dawn on him, he’ll make sure he lavishes you in the most expensive gifts possible. 

Rude

Rude will remember your birthday, and he will make it flashy. He’ll take the day off, and everywhere he takes you he’ll make sure everyone knows it’s your big day. He probably got you one of those corny crowns to wear, but he won’t make you wear it if you don’t want to. 

Elena

She is probably the most thoughtful about your birthday. She gets pretty sentimental and will handwrite you a card that’s likely to make you cry. She’ll buy you fancy presents, but also really sentimental things like a photo album of all your good times together. Her number one goal for the day is for you to feel special. 

[demialwrites]

Too Drunk Reader Gets Handsy

With Reno, pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth, and Rufus

Reno

Reno has bragged about being a professional but that was before you started tugging at the button above his zipper on his pants

He ended up having to lock you outside his front door or fuck you against his wall right there

It's mean but it's better than the alternative

You're pushing against the door and begging to be let back in. How are you this strong? Or is he getting weaker because you sound so sad?

Then you toss out the big "L" word and that shatters his resolve

Maybe it's because the alcohol has robbed you of your inhibitions but it's the first time you've said it to him

Cursing the situation, he pulls you back inside. If you're going to say shit like that, he's gonna make sure things are done right

He's trying to be a gentleman and let you sleep it off in his bed, alone, but it smells of him and that makes you even more horny

It's gonna be a long night but once Reno puts his mind to it, he'll finish something, even if he has to hold you down until you give up and get too sleepy

Sephiroth

You boldly climbed onto his lap but your control of the situation ends there because he has your arms pinned to your sides

It's very cute that you think you can break out of his hold or weaken his resolve with your "I want you"'s and your nonsense about climbing him "like a sexy silver tree"

That said, it's also very cute you have to sit up on your knees to reach his face with your lips because of his height so he does let you get closer

He's worried he'll give in, even a little, if he lets you kiss him on the mouth so he turns his head. It's a mistake: you give his neck kisses instead and nibble his ear

When you get a hand free to wrap it around and tug the hair at the base of his neck, that's it. He has to shut this down. You used the secret move that never fails to turn him on

He throws you gently onto your stomach and holds both your wrists in one of his hands. With the other, he'll rub you gently until you're lulled to sleep

Rufus Shinra

You get on his lap also but he doesn't stop you from applying ample amounts of kisses and touches. He just keeps his own hands to himself

He deserves this much, doesn't he? It's been so long since he's been with someone and especially someone he cares about

He also doesn't think you're sober enough to figure out how to take his clothes off

He underestimated you. Once he opens his eyes, he realizes you're somehow the naked one

You refuse to put your clothes back on because you're "too hot". And so is he, apparently? You're talking nonsense

While that's very amusing and the begging turns him on, he has to bring this situation back under control

He uses blankets, his tie, his belts, anything within reach to bundle you up. You're adorable and you're his, so he leaves you helpless on one of his big, expensive sofas instead of taking you home while he goes to sleep

He's got words for you in the morning and they're mostly teasing you about how you wanted him so badly that you embarrassed yourself

[dvixen]

FLUFF used word wife

he never thought of you as a trophy wife, but the pride he looks at you with is unbelievable. you’re so beautiful in his eyes– as if you were a work of art, as if you were more than the paintings in galleries, as if you were his greatest pride in life. he treats you with such adoration that everyone can see it; as evidenced by his eyes that look only at you. he looks as if his pupils are about to turn into little hearts. and every time he gives you gifts (about once a week he lets himself buy you a bouquet and something you wanted) you look at him reproachfully because you’ve already talked about it, but you can’t hold back a satisfied smile. “what? don’t look at me like that,” he shrugs like he didn't do anything wrong, “i spare nothing for my beloved wife.”

BRUCE TARTAGLIA gallagher AVENTURINE ayato RAFAYEL jason rufus

[breath0ftheglacian]

Discipline

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

Lesson 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sure."

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

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

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

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

"I win."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did I give you permission to talk?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," you whisper.

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

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

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

"Wait," you whimper. "Stop."

He doesn't. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ajalholland]

Love Letters

characters: Zack Fair, Cloud Strife, Reno, Sephiroth, Vincent Valentine, and Rufus Shinra.

Scenario: Giving the Final Fantasy 7 men love letters.

Part one

(Y/n) crept into the male locker room, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched the carefully folded love letter to her chest, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

Glancing around furtively, (Y/n) made her way over to Zack's locker, her palms sweating. Just as she was about to slip the letter inside, she heard the sound of the showers turning off.

(Y/n) froze, her blood running cold. Oh no, Zack was still here! She had thought everyone would be gone by now.

Quickly, (Y/n) ducked down behind a bench, hoping to avoid being seen. She held her breath, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shower area, and (Y/n)'s heart nearly stopped. It was Zack, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Water droplets glistened on his toned chest and abs.

Zack blinked in surprise, spotting (Y/n) crouching behind the bench. "Hey! What are you doing here?" he asked, his eyebrows raising in confusion.

(Y/n) scrambled to her feet, her face flaming red. "I...I just...um..." she stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.(Y/n) couldn't help but let her gaze wander over Zack's exposed body, her heart racing..

Zack glanced down at himself, realizing his state of undress. "Oh, um..." he chuckled awkwardly. "Maybe you should let me get dressed. Then we can talk."

(Y/n) tried to avert her gaze, but found her eyes drawn back to Zack's muscular physique. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "Yeah.. definitely." She nodded, as she made her way out of the locker room. That was so embarrassing!

Zack rushed to his locker, grabbing his clothes and quickly getting dressed. He couldn't help but smile to himself, wondering what (Y/n) was doing sneaking around the men's locker room.

Once dressed, Zack made his way out to find (Y/n) waiting nervously by the exit. He approached her with a playful smirk. "So, what was that all about, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) fidgeted nervously, her face still bright red. "I... I have something for you," she mumbled, holding out the letter.

Zack took the envelope, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What is this?"

"Just... just read it, okay?" (Y/n) whispered, averting her gaze.

Curious, Zack opened the letter and began to read. As he did, his eyes widened in surprise. His heart began to race as he realized what the letter said.(Y/n) was confessing her feelings for him.

Zack looked up at (Y/n), his expression softening. "(Y/n), I... wow. I had no idea you felt this way."

(Y/n) peeked up at him shyly. "Do you... do you feel the same?"

Zack stepped closer, gently taking (Y/n)'s hands in his. "I've liked you for a long time now. I just never thought you'd return my feelings."

(Y/n)'s face lit up with happiness, tears of joy welling in her eyes. "Really? You mean it?"

"I really do," Zack confirmed, pulling (Y/n) into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you told me how you felt. I don't want to hide it anymore either."

(Y/n) hugged him back fiercely, hardly believing this was real. "I'm so happy," she whispered.

Zack pulled back slightly, cupping (Y/n)'s face in his hands. "Me too. More than you know."

As Cloud approached his apartment, he noticed a figure crouching by his door. (Y/n) was carefully slipping something under his door. Cloud paused, a curious wrinkle creasing his brow as he observed her. This wasn't the most usual thing he's caught (Y/n) doing, but he was still curious. He cleared his throat, announcing his presence. "What are you doing, (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) snapped to attention, her surprise mirroring in her eyes. As she recognized Cloud, her cheeks felt warm. "Cloud," she replied hurriedly, her attempt at nonchalance betrayed by her racing heart, "uh... nothing important." She tried to cover the discarded paper on the floor with her foot.

Cloud eyed the crumpled note peeking from under (Y/n)'s foot with a mixture of curiousity and amusement. He leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed as he regarded her. "Right," he commented dryly, "Because it's completely normal to drop things by people's doors late at night. Try again."

Her cheeks felt hot.. really hot. She hadn't anticipated Cloud catching her. Dropping the pretext of nonchalance, she huffed a bit. “Alright, fine,” she relented, her gaze dropping. “I just... I was leaving you a note," she admitted, the words spilling out reluctantly.

Cloud's mouth twitched with a hint of a smile. "A note, huh?" he said, a subtle lilt in his tone. He stepped closer, his eyes fixed on hers, not letting her off the hook that easily. "And why exactly would you be leaving me a note under my door?"

His close proximity brought a new wave of heat to (Y/n)'s face. She forced herself to maintain eye contact, despite the fluttering in her chest. "It's... personal," she murmured, the words escaping in a soft breath. "I just... there's something I want to say, and it's easier in written form."

Cloud raised an eyebrow. "Personal, huh?" he echoed, a hint of intrigue in his voice. He glanced at the note on the floor, then back at her. "Alright, let's see it." He held his hand out.

(Y/n) hesitated, the idea of him reading her confession while she was present making her heart pound in her chest. But she knew he wouldn't relent without it, so with a resigned sigh, she bent down and picked up the small note from the floor. She extended the note to Cloud, her hand trembling slightly.

Cloud took the note, his fingers gently brushing against hers. The touch sent a jolt through him, but he kept his expression composed. He unfolded the paper, revealing the handwritten message. His eyes scanned the words, his heart quickening with each syllable. The realization of what the note contained slowly dawned on him.

It was a love confession...

Cloud felt a flutter in his chest as he read the heartfelt words. His stoic facade wavered momentarily, his breath hitching in his throat. He looked at (Y/n)'s, his eyes wide and a deep blush on his face.

"Is this... Is this what I think it is?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and disbelief. His hands, clutching the note, trembled slightly. They were good friends, yes, but he had never allowed himself to believe she harbored feelings for him.

"Yes..." (Y/n) managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's exactly what it is."

Cloud's mind reeled. The reality of her confession hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn't deny the rapid thump of his heart against his ribcage, nor the way his stomach somersaulted. A strange mixture of emotions swirled within him. Surprise, flattery, but also a hint of panic.

(Y/n) anxiously waited for Cloud to say something, anything that could ease the tension. The silence felt thick and heavy, each second lingering for an eternity. She fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, her eyes tracing the pattern nervously. As the silence continued, her fear that he didn't feel the same began to grow. She couldn't bear the thought of his rejection.

Cloud, seeing the anxiety etched on (Y/n)'s face, quickly snapped out of his brief daze. He realized he hadn't given any reaction yet. His words stumbled forward in a mix of surprise and genuine warmth. "I..." he started, the note still clutched in his hands. "(Y/n), I had no idea. I..." He ran a hand through his spiky hair, struggling to find the right words.

"Go on.." She said, her voice trembled with a mix of nervousness and hope. "Please, just... Say something, anything."

Cloud took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers, full of sincerity. "I...I never thought I'd hear something like this, from you." His smile was tentative, tinged with a hint of vulnerability that softened his typically reserved demeanor. "Truth is, (Y/n)... I like you too.. a lot."

The world seemed to stop for a moment. Hope blossomed in (Y/n)'s eyes, and a joyful gasp escaped her lips. A rush of emotions surged through her, making her heart flutter wildly in her chest. "You.. You do?"

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, the relief was evident on her face. Her eyes were filled with an intense earnestness. She took a step closer to Cloud. "Really? You really do?"

Cloud chuckled, his usual aloof demeanor giving way to a more tender expression. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice soft. He took a step towards her, closing the gap between them. "I really do."

Reno whistled cheerfully to himself as he strolled up to his apartment complex, the warm summer sun shining down on him. It had been a long day at work, but he was in a good mood, looking forward to relaxing at home.

As he approached his mailbox, Reno noticed an unusual envelope peeking out from among the usual bills and flyers. His brow furrowed slightly as he pulled it out.

"What's this now?" Reno muttered to himself with a smirk, tucking the letter into his jacket pocket. He headed up to his apartment, his curiosity piqued.

Once inside, Reno kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the couch, fishing out the letter. He examined it for a moment before carefully opening it, his eyes scanning over the words.

As he read, Reno's grin slowly faded, replaced by a look of shock. He read the letter through twice, just to be sure he hadn't misunderstood.

(Y/n) liked him. Romantically. And not just a casual crush - she was confessing her deep, sincere feelings for him.

Reno set the letter down, running a hand through his red hair as he tried to process this unexpected development. He had always thought (Y/n) as a friend, a cute and quirky coworker. Of course they had flirted before... a lot actually, but he never imagined she would actually like him the way he liked her.

Reno leaned back on the couch, letting out a long breath. He knew he needed to respond to (Y/n), to let her know how he felt. But he had no idea what to say.

Should he tell her he returned her feelings? Or pretend he didn't see the letter? If they started dating, how would it affect their work?

In the end, he decided the only thing to do was talk to (Y/n) face-to-face. He couldn't avoid this situation or put it off any longer.

Reno stood up, determination in his eyes as he pulled out his phone.

Reno quickly typed out a message to (Y/n). "Hey, got a minute? There's something we need to talk about."

He hit send before he could second guess himself. Now all he could do was wait for her response, trying not to let his nerves get the better of him.

Not long after, Reno heard a knock at his door. He took a deep breath, steeling himself before opening it.

(Y/n) stood there, looking adorably nervous. Reno's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.

"Come on in," he said, stepping aside to let her enter.

(Y/n) walked in, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She glanced around Reno's apartment before finally meeting his gaze.

"So, um, what did you want to talk about?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Reno ran a hand through his hair, trying to find the words. "Look, about that letter you left me..."

(Y/n) kinda figured. "It's cheesy, isn't it?" She asked.

"Maybe a little," Reno confirmed with a nod. "But I just...I need to know. Do you really mean what you wrote? About having feelings for me?"

(Y/n) bit her lip, looking like she wanted to bolt. But after a moment, she took a deep breath and met Reno's eyes. "I do. I really do have feelings for you, Reno. I have for a while now."

Reno's heart soared at her words. He took a step closer, reaching out to gently take her hand. "I...I feel the same way, (Y/n). I don't want to pretend otherwise anymore."

(Y/n)'s eyes shone with happiness. "Really? You mean it?"

Reno smiled, bringing her hand up to his lips to press a tender kiss to her knuckles. "I really do. You're amazing, (Y/n). I'd be lucky to have you as my girlfriend."

(Y/n) let out a squeal of joy, throwing her arms around Reno's neck. "Yes!"

Sephiroth was surprised when (Y/n) came up to him, her cheeks flushed pink as she awkwardly extended a small envelope towards him. Before he could even respond, she darted away, disappearing around a corner.Puzzled, Sephiroth looked down at the envelope in his hand. It was obvious that it held a letter of some sort, and judging by (Y/n)'s behavior, it was likely something important.Curious, Sephiroth carefully tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. The page was written in elegant and tidy handwriting, with each word carefully chosen and arranged.As Sephiroth read the letter, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, and his cheeks flushed a rosy color. It was.. a love confession.It made him feel giddy.Sephiroth found himself reading the letter again and again, unable to believe what he was seeing. A love letter.. from the quiet, composed (Y/n)? He couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in his chest. Sephiroth had always quietly harbored feelings for (Y/n), but had never expected her to feel the same way.He suddenly found himself wondering how to respond. Should he go find (Y/n) and talk to her? But what would he say? He wasn't good with expressing his own feelings, not to mention he didn't know how to respond to such a love confession.

Sephiroth bit his lip, trying to think of a plan.

As he thought, Sephiroth suddenly realized something. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he had an idea. He quickly took out a piece of paper and pen, and carefully started writing down his response.

Sephiroth found himself strolling through the halls, the envelope clutched tightly in his hand. He was looking, casually glancing around for (Y/n). He had to find her.

Sephiroth's eyes widened slightly as he saw (Y/n) walking through the halls alone. He had been searching for her all over the building, and hadn't expected to stumble upon her so easily, but there she was, just walking down the corridor, seemingly all alone. As though sensing his eyes on her, her gaze flicked up, and their eyes met.

(Y/n)'s heart rate increased, feeling as if it would beat right out of her chest. Her palms felt sweaty and her stomach was twisted up in knots. As she met Sephiroth's gaze, her cheeks felt warm.

Sephiroth's breath hitched in his throat as he stared at (Y/n). He found himself completely mesmerized as he watched her, and found it hard to think clearly. He took a few strides towards her, coming to a stop when he was just a few feet away from her, holding out the letter he wrote for her.

(Y/n)'s gaze flickered down to the letter held out in front of her, her confusion briefly overriding the nervousness and embarrassment she felt. She gingerly took the envelope from Sephiroth’s hand, her touch brushing against his skin.

"W-what's this?" (Y/n) stuttered as she stared down at the letter, her heart racing.

Sephiroth's heart leapt as he felt (Y/n)'s skin brush against his, sending a shiver up his spine. He watched her for a moment, his cheeks turning a deeper red. "Open it." Sephiroth's voice came out as a quiet murmur, but was still deep and smooth.

(Y/n)'s fingers trembled as she slowly pulled back the flap of the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. She unfolded it and began to read, her heart racing with anticipation.

As (Y/n) read through the letter, Sephiroth watched her closely, his heart pounding painfully in his chest, hoping desperately that she would like his response. He became more anxious, fidgeting with his fingers anxiously.

After several long moments, (Y/n) finally finished reading the letter, her mind reeling and her heart racing. She slowly looked up from the page, her face flushed a deep red.Finally, she managed to find her voice again. "Y-you like me too?"

Sephiroth gave a slight nod, his usually composed demeanor replaced with a nervous, flustered look. “I… yes, I do. Very much.” He murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

(Y/n) crept silently into the room where Vincent Valentine's coffin was kept. She had a letter clutched tightly in her hand, one she had spent hours agonizing over and perfecting. Her heart raced as she approached the coffin, knowing that Vincent was likely asleep inside.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) carefully opened the lid of the coffin, just enough to slide the letter inside. She was about to close it again when suddenly, Vincent's hand shot out, grabbing her wrist in an iron grip.

(Y/n) let out a startled yelp as Vincent yanked her forward, pulling her into the coffin with him. She landed on top of him with a soft "oof", the letter falling forgotten beside them.

"What are you doing?" Vincent asked, his voice low and gravelly. His eyes glowed an eerie silver in the darkness of the coffin.

"I...I..." (Y/n) stammered, her face flushing bright red. She couldn't believe Vincent had caught her in the act of trying to sneak him a love letter. How embarrassing!

Vincent's gaze softened slightly as he looked up at the flustered girl perched on top of him. He held up the letter. "Is this what you wanted to give me?"

(Y/n) nodded, her face burning with embarrassment. "Y-yes," she admitted in a tiny voice.

"I'll read it then." Vincent  Vincent unfolded the letter and began to read, his brow furrowing slightly as he took in (Y/n)'s heartfelt words. (Y/n) watched him anxiously, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his reaction.

After a long moment, Vincent set the letter aside and looked up at (Y/n) with an intensity that made her shiver. "You have feelings for me," he stated, his voice low and rough.

(Y/n) nodded shyly, unable to meet his piercing gaze. "I...I do. I've had them for a while now," she admitted softly.

Vincent reached up and cupped (Y/n)'s cheek, his thumb gently brushing over her skin. "And what do you want from me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/n) swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "I...I want to be with you. To make you happy."

Vincent's eyes searched hers for a long moment before he pulled her down into a searing kiss. (Y/n) gasped against his lips, her body melting into his as she returned the kiss with equal passion.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. Vincent's eyes were filled with a tenderness (Y/n) had never seen before.

"Then be mine," he whispered, pulling her into a kiss once more.

Rufus Shinra sat behind his desk, his eyes scanning over the documents laid out before him. He was in the middle of an important paperwork when his secretary walked into the office.

"Mr. Shinra, sir," she said, holding a large bouquet of red roses and a card. "These just arrived for you via courier."

Rufus raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. He took the flowers and card, dismissing his secretary with a nod. He set the roses aside for the moment, his attention focused on the card.

The letter was addressed to him personally, with a short, handwritten note on the front that simply said, "For my beloved Rufus."

Curiosity getting the better of him, Rufus carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside. He unfolded it and began to read, his eyes widening with each passing sentence.

Rufus felt his cheeks grow warm as he read the love confession, a fluttering sensation stirring in his chest. He had to admit, he was taken aback. Did (Y/n) really like him in that way?

Rufus continued to read, he was flattered that someone as wonderful as (Y/n) could have feelings for him. He set the letter down, leaning back in his chair as he tried to process his thoughts.

Rufus felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth as he considered an idea. Yes, he would write (Y/n) back. And not just any letter, but a heartfelt response that would make it clear just how much her feelings meant to him.

He pulled out a sheet of expensive, high-quality paper and a fancy fountain pen. For several minutes, Rufus poured his heart onto the page, writing about how touched he was by (Y/n)'s confession, and how he had secretly harbored feelings for her as well.

When the letter was complete, Rufus folded it carefully and placed it into an envelope. He then selected a few thoughtful gifts to accompany it - a bottle of perfume, a pair of diamond earrings, and a box of expensive chocolates.

"Please make sure this reaches Miss (Y/n) right away," Rufus instructed his secretary as he handed over the package.

His secretary nodded, taking the items with a knowing smile. "Of course, Mr. Shinra. I'm sure Miss (Y/n) will be overjoyed."

Rufus couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as he watched her leave. He hoped (Y/n) would be happy with his response, and that this would be the start of something beautiful between them.

.....

(Y/n) was surprised to find someone knocking on her door. She opened it to find a delivery man holding a large box, along with an envelope addressed to her.

"Delivery for Miss (Y/n)," the man said, handing over the items.

(Y/n) thanked him, closing the door once she had the package in hand. She quickly set the box down and opened the envelope, pulling out the letter inside.

Her eyes widened as she read, her heart racing with each passing sentence. It was from Rufus, and it was a response to her love letter.

(Y/n) sank down onto the couch, hardly able to believe what she was reading. Rufus returned her feelings. He wanted to be with her.

She set the letter aside and eagerly opened the box, gasping in delight at the contents. The perfume, earrings, and chocolates were all items she would never dare to buy for herself, they were so expensive.

(Y/n) felt tears of joy prickling at the corners of her eyes. She couldn't believe this was really happening. Rufus Shinra, the man she had been secretly in love with for so long, actually liked her back.

She grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a message to Rufus. "Thank you for the gifts and the lovely letter. I'm so happy you feel the same way about me. Let's meet up soon to discuss our future together."

[beriidesu]

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[crisiscutie]

Hi! Sorry for bothering you. Is it alright if I want to make a request?

Like, where the Turks+Rufus, Sephiroth and maybe others that you think relevant, find out that the reader is also an Ancient/Cetra like Aerith but instead of being half-Ancient, the reader is like, fully Ancient. If you understand what I mean. How would they react? What would they do? It can be them being yandere or normal,up to you tho. Again sorry for bothering you.

And sorry if you have hard time understanding this. English isn't my first language 😅.

Hello anon, thank you for the request/scenario. You are not bothering me! Though, I'm sorry to say that I can only do Sephiroth and Rufus for this request as that is too many characters for a scenario (Limit is three) and that I hadn't decided if I want to write for the Turks yet. For the third character... I will do Tifa for this since I hadn't written her yet!

Rufus Shinra: He'd be surprised for sure. He thought there was only one ancient left, and the chances of the company capturing her again were slim to none. So for his darling to be an ancient, he would do his damndest to make sure that they are well-protected. And yes, this means he's going against Shinra's interests to protect them. Even if it means the darling could be Shinra's key to the promised land. They will find another way to it (if it exists) without compromising Darling's identity and safety. I think the only other person who would know about this is Tseng, since he is the loyal right hand of Rufus. He'd be just as dedicated to protecting Darling. Especially since this would certainly bring up memories of the times he watched over Aerith. But this time, this watch will be permanent.

Fluffy Sephiroth: He's honestly amazed as he read about the Cetra during his childhood. Hojo had him study these people in his "free" time. His curiosity would drive him to ask his darling a few questions about it since it'd be interesting to hear first accounts from a legitimate cetra. Still, he is careful not to reduce Darling to their heritage, having firsthand knowledge of what it feels like to be treated like an exotic tool rather than a human being. He'll also keep it a secret, knowing that Hojo would be more than interested in his darling once he finds out. Eventually, he'll make the decision to leave SOLDIER sooner rather than later, in order to protect his darling from a life of experimentation.

Tifa Lockhart: When her darling first told her about their heritage (during their childhood), she told all the other kids in Nibelheim about it. Darling's adoptive parents quickly debunked the "rumor" once it reached the adults, leaving Cloud as the only child who still believed it. Now, as adults, Tifa would feel guilty about it once she learnt more about the Cetra and what Shinra wanted to do with them. She'll approach the darling and apologize for spilling their secret out during their childhood, even though nothing really came about it. But even as darling forgave her and reassured her, Tifa couldn't shake some of the guilt off. So now, she always glances at Darling when the topic of the Cetra comes up, making sure they're fine and their secret stays safe. If someone asks Darling about it, she will definitely jump into the conversation, either by quickly changing the subject or diverting attention to herself to protect Darling.