#tseng smut

[dangerousmentalitygalaxy]

TWT VISUALS

Reno + Tseng

TSENG

Tseng can't help himself when you're on your knees, looking so cute in front of him, pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock.

He doesn't care too much for his pleasure, or yours for that matter. Tseng wants to see you scream and cry, to see you beg for mercy.

Tseng can be sweet too, be good for him and he'll give you a reward, and man, he eats like a king. He won't be satisfied until he gets 4 orgasms out of you.

Something about being fully dressed just does things to him, and it makes him feel powerful.

"It only feels good if you act good." (That's a lie. It always feels good)

(SFW BONUS)

RENO

Reno is a firm believer that your thighs are the closest thing to heaven, and he worships them as such.

Along with being sweet, he's also a total whore, and makes the most naughty faces that make you so embarrassed. Proof: Boob window.

To be able to taste you and be pleased by you? Is this a dream? To Reno it is!

As contradictory as this is to him wanting to be as sweet as possible with you, if you start shit with him, he will get mean. Don't test his patience.

Teasing Reno at a party was NOT meant to end this way, not that you can complain.

Reno will gladly die between your thighs, change my fucking mind.

(SFW BONUS)

[sugaruapologist]

c:\user\sugaruapologist\masterlist

attack on titan

stung by the wasp ft. levi ackerman (nsfw)

ff7r

spider’s eyes ft. tseng (nsfw)

jjk

alkaline ft geto suguru (nsfw , multichapter)

[chrollc]

reno sinclair.

[demialwrites]

FF7 x Reader

Annoying things about being in a relationship with them

Rufus Shinra

He knows how to clean surprisingly decently because of his time confined to Turk HQ in Before Crisis but stubbornly refuses to do certain things. It's 'beneath him'

Even if you're on birth control or otherwise can't get pregnant, it doesn't matter. He's wearing a condom and how dare you suggest otherwise

He takes up all the space in the closet because of all the layers he insists on wearing

He insists on taking his dog everywhere, even if you explain it terrifies some people. For example: your poor parents

Rude

There's a third wheel in this relationship and his name starts with a Re and ends with a No

Rude is very romantic. However, he only barely has time so his gestures happen spontaneously and it's hard to plan around his schedule

Often comes home with injuries and you're the one who has to patch him up and worry about him. He doesn't worry about himself

He prefers to show not tell. You have to learn how to read him with a glance

Reno

There's a third wheel in this relationship and his name is Rude

His insecurity randomly spikes and he gets mega jealous, sometimes with threats at the offending party

Very loud. All the time

Gets broody about things he has to do at work and sometimes nothing you do will help

Gets whiney when you don't have the stamina to have sex all damned night

Cloud

Cannot communicate his needs. Does not know what his needs are. WHAT ARE NEEDS?

Everyone flirts with him but if you try to talk to him about it, he never noticed the flirting in the first place

Sometimes cute animals follow him home and oops, one day you have seven cats, fifteen chickens, four dogs, several chocobos, and one of those giant elephant fiends because it was injured and alone. You didn't sign up to live at a zoo but here you are, shoveling elephant shit every day

Occasionally, one of his hair spikes stab you straight in the eye when he's being the little spoon

Barret

Thinks he can fix everything himself when sometimes you just need him to listen

Like Reno, Barret can be quite loud. If you like peace, sometimes you have to take some space. It makes the big guy sad

Not very detail-oriented. Leaves little things like ammo all over the garage/shed floor and small bits of trash all over the house. He meant to pick it up, honest!

Occasionally breaks the bed

Tseng

You can't be spontaneous for shit because he anticipates everything

He has certain cleaning standards but he doesn't always tell you. He just redoes it himself

Must be the one to clean and iron his suit himself or he will get annoyed

His handwriting is annoyingly perfect and it makes you feel bad about your chicken scratch

Elena

Puts herself in danger way too often. She doesn't understand your horrified reaction to her story of how she jumped out of a helicopter onto a moving dune buggy in the middle of the Corel desert

It can be hard to tell if she's actually angry or just venting

You know more about her work than is probably safe for you

Too spontaneous. She sometimes makes important decisions without consulting you first

Reeve

Main bad habit: he is a workaholic

Sometimes puts others needs before yours. He's just trying to help

Doesn't take good care of his health

Uses the sad puppy eyes to get out of arguments more often than he should

Sometimes leaves spare cait siths and his parts all over the living room

[fallen-angel-92]

Chapter 2

“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.” - Arnold Schwarzenegger

It had been two years since her arrival in this new world and Ava had come to enjoy being part of the Strife family. Ava enjoyed following Cloud around to ensure he didn't get into too much trouble in exchange she began to teach him how to use a sword and mentor him in the importance of knowing your weapons.

“Hey sis… what would you do if I told you I wanna join SOLDIER?” Cloud had asked her during one of their sparring sessions.

Ava blinked as she sheathed her sword, replying back,” I would say go for it, however, what's the catch? Cause I am pretty sure it involves you trekking off into a different place.”

“I would have to join Shinra in order to do so,” Cloud replied quietly as he sat down under a tree.

Ava walked over to him, sitting down next to him, leaning against the tree allowing her hat to be pressed forward to cover her eyes a bit as she spoke softly,” Is this because of what happened with that Lockhart girl?”

She watched as Cloud looked downward, that was all Ava needed to know before she continued,” Cloud, look at me.” He looked up so his eyes were locked with hers,” You are not at fault for it. Do you understand me? She chose to go up that mountain. You did not force her up there and you tried to save her,” Ava paused for a brief moment, as she once more continued,” If anything it's her old man's fault for not watching his daughter better.”

“Her mom passed away though sis,” Cloud replied as he looked down at the ground before Ava reached over and gently flicked him in the forehead as she spoke sternly, “I understand that, but her and her father should have been there for each other rather than let the other become self destructive.”

As Ava placed her arms behind her head, leaning back into them, letting out a soft huff when Cloud shifted himself to flop his head onto Ava's stomach as he spoke again,” Hey sis. Will you go with me?”

“To Shinra?” Ava asked with a playful huff.

Cloud looked up into her eyes as he replied,” Yeah. I wanna join SOLDIER for myself and so I can help others, but I would like you to be there with me.”

Ava smiled a bit as she responded,” Alright, kiddo. I'll go with you. When do you want to go?”

“Hmm…. How about in three days?” Cloud replied, causing Ava to raise an eyebrow as she asked,” Did you talk to your mom about it?”

Cloud pressed his lips together tightly, which was the answer Ava needed as she continued,” Talk to your mom and we will go from there, little bro.”

“Alright! Let's go home so I can talk to mom!” Cloud replied as he got to his feet quickly and with excitement brightly showing in his eyes.

Ava laughed as she slowly got to her feet, making sure her guns were still in their holsters and gripped her sword in hand as she followed Cloud back to their house. However, just as they reached the door, a male voice called out,

“Ava! Can I get you to help me out?” A male voice called out causing her to turn to see who it was. Ava let out a huff, as she signaled Cloud inside while she walked over to the Orphius, a materia dealer that would visit Nibelheim from time to time. Ava walked over to the elderly man, his green eyes bright with eagerness.

“What can I help you with, Orphius?” Ava asked with a hum as she watched the gray haired man riffle through his large brown bag.

“Here I want you to try and use this Materia and level it up!” He exclaimed as he pulled out a deep red sphere and held it out for Ava to take.

Ava tilted her head as she took it from him, looking back at him, she said with a slight frown,” I probably ain't the best person to give this too. I don’t have an inkling on how to use it nor do I have anywhere to safely store it.”

Orphius let out a laugh as he pointed to one of her black M1911 styled handguns, blinking as she pulled out one and upon the bottom half of her gun were two circular grooves that seemed to have something placed in them. It was a modification that was done to her weapons upon her entering the realm she now called home, as a result she couldn’t figure out why they were even made until now. Ava glanced at Orphius, who was grinning like a cat that ate the canary, “Well equip it, young warrior.”

Ava simply nodded her head as she placed the red sphere into the slot nearest to the front of her barrel, however, just as she said,” Alright. Now what?” Looking up she noticed that the old man was gone.

“What in the he-”

“Sis! Come inside, Mom wants to talk to us!” Cloud called from the front door.

Ava blinked once more in confusion before returning her gun to it's holster and headed into the house where Cloud was standing next to Claudia, who was wringing her hands nervously, causing Ava to frown.

“Cloud told me he wanted to join SOLDIER and said you would go with him,” Claudia began pausing for brief moment before continuing,” I am sure you know how uncomfortable I am with that since he is so young, however, I made a promise with that if he waits till he is fourteen I'll let him go.”

“That sounds fair to me. It will also allow me a chance to up his training and get a feel for this company,” Ava replied as she looked at Cloud who was jumping up and down in excitement, causing Ava to huff as she replied,” Alright then I suppose we can start upping your training tomorrow.”

“YES!” Cloud exclaimed as he hugged his mother and then Ava, who let out a laugh as she returned his hug before releasing him.

From then on over the next four years, Ava continued to train Cloud in swordsmanship while also trying to figure out how to use the Materia of the world. It was during Cloud's thirteenth birthday when she began to hear a soft yet stern voice speak to her,

Goddess of Balance. Come to me and find your strength.

Ava instantly stilled, her eyes shifted around the treeline looking for the owner of the voice. Her body language didn't go unnoticed by Cloud as he asked her worriedly,” Sis? What's wrong?”

Ava returned her attention back to Cloud, opening her mouth to speak to him about what was going on when the voice spoke again.

Goddess of Balance. Find your strength and accept me. For I will be your shield and guide.

“What the fuck is going on?” Ava muttered with utter disbelief as she looked back and forth.

“Sis? What's wrong?” Cloud asked again as he approached her.

Ava was confused as she looked at Cloud asking,” You don't hear anyone talking?”

Cloud shook his head, as Ava pulled out her gun that housed the red Materia that Orphius gave, when Cloud exclaimed with excitement,” Wow! You got a summon Materia! Those are rare!”

“Summon Materia?” Ava parrorted as she looked down at the deep red sphere.

Call thine name and I'll heed your call. For I am Alexander!

Ava muttered out,” Alexander?”

It was then the materia began to glow red, followed by a flash of white shooting up from the Materia and a portal opened allowing a large white and golden tower esk being to emerge.

“WOW!” Cloud exclaimed happily while Ava looked on in utter disbelief as she repeated her phrase once more,” What the fuck!?”

Her world had once again turned upside down and the strength she thought she knew was becoming more blurred than anything. She worried for her future and Cloud's future if anyone knew about this.

(Hello! I hope you all enjoyed chapter two! I am sorry for another time skip, but I kept finding conflicting stuff on when Cloud went to go to Shinra. Some sources said 7 while other said 14 or even 13. I decided 14. I will try and keep this somewhat close to the timeline however I might make certain things extend longer so the timeline might change a bit. I still hope you all enjoy this chapter!)

[tscng]

affectionately blaming @cwarscars for what you will witness on the dash today.

[beneathstarryskies]

Anytime, Anywhere (ft. Reno, Sephiroth, Zack, and Cloud)

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, not edited, semi-public sex

A/N: If this does well I might do a part two with Rufus, Tseng, Vincent, and Reeve.

Reno Sinclair

Reno is down to fuck anytime, anywhere. In his line of work, he’s learned it’s for the best not to be too picky about those kinds of things because if he was he’d never get his dick wet at all. 

In his personal opinion, the riskier the better. There’s just something about the risk of getting caught that’s just too tantalizing for him to be able to resist. He’s simply a daredevil to his core. 

If you set some ground rules he will follow them, albeit sometimes with a pout. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t try to talk you into taking a risk sometimes. 

Reno has you bent over the couch in the Turk’s office. He’s gripping hard on your hips as he drives his cock into your soaked cunt hard and fast. He wouldn’t do this if he wasn’t certain you weren’t going to get caught, but he won’t let on. You’re whining and mewling, trying so hard to bite back your pleasured noises. As far as you’re concerned someone could walk in at any moment. 

Reno never thought this moment would come. He’d fantasized about it so often during work hours. You had started work a few months back as Tseng’s assistant, and Reno had so quickly charmed his way into your life. Then, into your panties. You always had this shy, cute approach to the relationship. Even just a quick kiss when nobody was looking would have you flushed for the next half hour. It had taken a little work to talk you into doing something like this with him. He had mentioned it for the first time just a few nights ago at your place after a date. He was stretched out on your bed after mind-blowing sex with a cigarette hanging from his lips. 

“Wouldn’t it be hot to fuck at the office?” he’d said with a smirk. He had to resist a soft laugh when he saw how embarrassed you were from even mentioning it. 

Now his dirty little fantasy was coming true. Your walls clamped down around him as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm. His name fell of your lips in frantic whines. Every so often Reno looks at the door, inspecting the bottom for shadows and the knob for signs of movement. He had plenty of time to blow your mind. He knows he’ll be fighting a hard-on every time he looks at this sofa from now on.  

Sephiroth

Sephiroth is not bothered at all by the idea of public sex. After all, he went through the most formative years of his life in front of at least one person who was scribbling notes to track the changes he went through. 

Sephiroth is overly confident in his position at Shinra. He knows that even if he was caught balls deep inside of you, nobody would dare say a word to him about it. 

There’s just something about the slight rebellion of fucking you in the Shinra building that he can’t resist, even if he is more cautious about it then he tries to pretend to be. 

Sephiroth had just gotten back from a mission when he saw you sitting at your desk obediently typing up the last of the reports you’d received. When he’d first arrived, it was just you, himself, and Lazard. He’d purposely made it seem as though he wanted to do a bit of training after the mission, but he was truly just biding his time to wait for Lazard to leave the office. He sits by the door of the training room listening carefully. 

“Goodnight,” Lazard says with a soft drop in his voice to show how tired he was. 

“Goodnight, director,” you say as cheerfully as ever. 

“Make sure Sephiroth doesn’t destroy the training room,” Lazard says somewhat absentmindedly on his way out there. You chuckle under your breath at his comment before returning to work. 

Just a few short minutes later, Sephiroth has you pinned against your desk. He’s never imagined himself as a man to kneel for anyone, but for you, he’s happily on his knees. His soft, warm tongue draws circles on your clit. He draws out every bit of pleasure he can. Sephiroth takes delight in every moan falling from your lips as he so easily teases you to orgasm. 

By the time he lines his cock to your entrance, you’re almost delirious. Your eyes are heavy-lidded and full of lust. The knowledge of the lower ranking SOLDIERs being in the barracks close by is on your mind, but not more than the pleasant fullness of Sephiroth pushing himself into you inch by inch. He loves to watch you squirm. The fact that you still whine and pout about getting caught is just icing on the cake. He knows even if someone catches you, they wouldn’t dare say a word about it. 

Zack Fair 

Zack is a little flushed the first time he thinks about fucking you somewhere public, but once the thought is there he can’t get it to go away. 

He’ll find himself imagining you in different places, trying to think of what position would be best. He has to do squats to distract himself from the growing pressure in his pants. 

Zack won’t put you in a position that you’re uncomfortable with, but he will definitely bring it up at least once to see if you’d be okay with something like that. 

Zack is giddy with excitement as he drags you into the nearest broom closet he can find. Truth be told there’s basically no chance of someone finding the two of you here. The Shinra Museum closed an hour ago, and he used his ID badge to sneak the two of you in here. There’s always a chance though. A maintenance worker staying late or security doing their rounds could easily decide to do a walk through. His hands are on your hips as he pushes you against the wall, his lips never leaving yours even though you’re both dizzy from the lack of air. 

“This is so exciting,” he whispers as he finally pulls out of the kiss and reaches down to open his pants. He’s as eager as ever, and you know there won’t be much time for foreplay. Although Zack’s infectious happiness and the excitment of trying to find a safe spot to do this is more than enough for you. While Zack is opening his pants, you slip out of your panties and tuck them into his shoulder strap with a smirk. 

“You’re so cute,” you giggle before kissing him again. 

“Yeah, but you’re cuter,” he winks at you playfully. 

Once his pants are finally open, he pushes your skirt up past your hips and guides his cock to your slit. You bite back your moans as he starts teasing you with the head of his cock, working you up as much as he can. Soon, he’s picking you up and guiding your legs around his waist. You both let out breathy laughs as he slides into you.

 Maybe next time you’ll actually choose a riskier spot. 

Cloud Strife

Cloud absolutely will not suggest fucking in public. If that’s something you’d want to do, you’ll have to be one to suggest it. 

He’ll resist at first. The thought of getting caught makes him want to melt into the floor. If you were to actually get caught, he’s pretty sure he’d die on the spot. 

However, once you suggest it he finds himself thinking about it more and more. He just needs a little push in the right direction. 

The push he needs comes at Seventh Heaven. You’d left him sitting at the table while you went to get another round of drinks. In the few minutes you’re gone, someone else has their eye on you. The strange man slides into the seat beside you as you wait at the bar for Tifa to make your drinks. Cloud feels his stomach heat up with jealousy as the man starts talking to you, and his eyes are trailing down your body. An idea snaps into his head as his trail from the scene to the office in the backroom. He knows he’d be able to lock that door. Cloud comes over to you and wraps his hand around your arm. 

“We need to talk,” he says curtly. 

As he leads you to the office, you’re trying to stutter apologies and attempt to explain you weren’t flirting with the man. Cloud closes the office door and locks it. For extra security, he pushes a table against the door. 

“Stop apologizing,” he says finally. 

Your eyes widen as Cloud cages you in against the desk. You’ve never seen him like this before. Those Mako blue eyes are dark with passion. He leans in to kiss you roughly, and you think you must be dreaming. Cloud wouldn’t agree to this, right? Yet, he hoists you ontop of the desk and his hands go up your dress to knead at your thighs. 

“Cloud,” you gasp softly. “Are you sure? Someone could hear us-” 

He shushes you with a rough kiss, “I hope someone hears. I hope he hears.” 

[kaonarvna]

Feathers Rotting on the Isles

Summary: Not long after Lazard's departure from SHINRA, Genesis-like figures are spotted occupying territory on a chain of islands to the south-east of Gongaga. General Affairs approaches Sephiroth, hoping he will agree to eliminate the likely base of copies swiftly.

Having largely refused to engage with the so-called "Genesis War" up to that point, Sephiroth concedes to take on the assignment so long as he can work unaccompanied.

Characters Featured: Sephiroth, Genesis, Genesis Copies, Tseng

Contains mild/coded sephesis, though not explicitly sexual-romantic.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Terminal Illnesses, Degradation, Light Angst, Angst, Genesis Copiers Just Existing, Sane Sephiroth/CC Sephiroth, No Smut

WC: ~10,000 (a 25-40 minute read)

brief sample below the cut

Ring—ring—ring—Sephiroth glances at the desk-phone’s caller ID: 5006 Public Relations. He lifts the phone off the hook just to set it on hold indefinitely, before popping the receiver back down. He has better things to do than speak to Heidegger’s Head of PR. Not now. If it were important, he thinks, PR would surely come upstairs himself.

He redirects the attention back to the spray of briefing papers and training records laid across the Director’s desk. Well—it was the Director’s. Now, it is his. Amidst it all lays a note from the Public Safety Director himself: “Out-of-Midgar assignments for SOLDIER are restricted until everyone in the division is screened for collusion with Deusericus. Every excursion requires a General Affairs or PPF escort. Get everyone a new training plan and superior. Recruitment has been suspended for the meanwhile. Not replacing Deusericus. If you encounter any difficulties, create solutions. Do not come to me with your problems.” On the one hand he appreciates the minimal oversight for managing the demoralized remains of SOLDIER. On the other, Lazard managed to leave the department in a state of extreme disrepair. It’s as though he wanted the department to sink as soon as it left his hands, Sephiroth thinks. The lack of support from Heidegger, too, feels like a recipe for decay.

Ring—ring—ring. The caller ID reads again: 5006 Public Relations. He does the same again: lift; hold; abandon. Sephiroth picks up the record of a promising SECOND—he drags his pointer finger down its centre. “All assignments successful over the past three quarters…frequently top ten in group and solo simulators…” he whispers to himself throughout the speed-reading. “…should be able to delegate some of Angeal’s THIRDs to him…” he reaches across the desk to place it in a pile of other packets, laying it crossways to differentiate it from the one below.

The phone rings again. Caller ID: 5006 Public Relations. Sighing to himself, he picks up properly, “This is Sephiroth speaking.”

“It’s Tseng.” The TURK’s voice sounds clearly through the phone.

“Why are you in Quirinus’ office?” the FIRST asks, though the questioning inflection is nearly absent.

“He called me up here for a conversation, I wanted to include you. Would you rather we discuss it over the phone, or come to you?”

Sephiroth says nothing.

“It’s about Genesis,” Tseng clarifies.

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[sephirthoughts]

What kinds of tropes do you think Tseng the smut writer prefers?

Tseng would write slowwwwwwwwwwww burn enemies to lovers angst because he's a sadist who loves tormenting people

[actuallysaiyan]

Can I get NSFW prompt #7 with Reno as person A?

warnings: smut, cunnilingus/fem receiving oral, reader is a Turk, mentions of drinking/alcohol

It’s been a long week. You and Reno have been running ragged, doing all kinds of errands for Rufus. And while the both of you are incredibly loyal to the man in question, you’re both completely wiped out by the time it’s your weekend. A few days off in the sun on Costa Del Sol and you’ll both be as good as new. You couldn’t wait to get your ass on the beach with a frosty drink in your hand.

But it’s just so tiring to finish up loose ends. You’re doing paperwork in the office with Tseng while Reno is telling Rude about everything that happened this week. Tseng can sense how badly you just want to leave this place and go on your little vacation. Especially since it’ll be the first time in a long time that you and Reno get to go alone.

“Awh man, you should have been there! She really kicked ass, you know?” Reno is recounting a moment where you took charge in a particular situation. Rude smirks.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why you were paired with her this time.”

A few more moments and Tseng gives you both the okay to head out. Your bags had been packed for the both of you. All that was left was to leave and head out to your sunny destination. You were pretty much salivating as you were fantasizing about it.

“Don’t need to drool over me, baby. We’ll have lots of fun on this little vacation of ours,” Reno teases, and you nudge him in the side with your elbow.

“You wish,”

The tension between the two of you was pretty intense. Everyone was sure you and Reno would be a couple by now, but it would seem the two of you liked to toe that line. It made everything that much more interesting for the both of you. Though you were sure that after this vacation, you’d return with him as your boyfriend.

The sun was beautiful as it was setting. You were bringing your bag to the waterside condo you’d be staying in. Once inside, you and Reno begin looking around. He mentions something about this being even fancier than the last time he was here. You were absolutely happy to finally be in luxury. After your long week of work, you deserved this.

“Wanna drink?” Reno asks, resting his chin on his palms as he leans on the bar counter.

You smirk, “Alright, I’m game.”

You sit at the little stool and Reno begins making you both a drink. They begin to flow freely as the two of you begin settling into this comfortable vacation. It’s the first night, so no need to slow down. You’d deal with the circumstances of a hangover tomorrow with lots of time on the beach.

But as the drinks flowed, so did your feelings for Reno. He came around the counter and cupped your chin. Then his lips came crashing down on yours, making your heart skip a beat. Though he wasn’t the most coordinated after a few drinks, his kisses were sweet and tender, which really surprised you.

He guided you to the bed, undressing you between the heated kisses you shared. You were beginning to feel sleepier than before, and he only chuckles and coos at how cute you were. Once he has you naked, he begins to press sloppy kisses down your body. He spreads your thighs, a mischievous look on his face.

“Is my pretty baby sleepy?” he asks, his warm breath hitting your glistening pussy.

You whine, “Reno, please…you know I’m tired…”

He begins sucking on your folds, making you jolt and buck up to meet his mouth. You’re moaning as he begins lapping at you, sending you into the most pleasure you’ve felt in so long. He doesn’t want you falling asleep, but he wouldn’t be so mad if you did. He knows you worked hard.

“How about this?” he starts, pressing a kiss to your swollen clit. “I’ll just fuck you until you’re too tired to speak. Then I’ll fuck you to sleep.”

How could you refuse?

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[sh1-n0bu]

Final fantasy smut when??? 😳😳😳

i dunno anything abt the game and the characters other than their names😔 i really wanna write for it but at the same time i wanna play the games first before truly grasping the characters bUT AT THE SAME TIME I NEED TO FOLD VINCENT AND TSENG OVER SO BADLY

[demialwrites]

Do you have a blind spot when it comes to people flirting with you? Do you want an office affair with Tseng? Look no further

It's 7:36pm. No offense to Reno but to Tseng, you're a better sight than he is. Tseng is obsessively drawing the lines of his letters darker into the blanks on his paperwork. His pencil is etching a letter T deeply into the paper when you come into the office.

"Hey, Reno. Chief." You place a short stack of paper on Tseng's desk. "All done, Sir." You give him a smile. He tries to remember if he's seen you give that exact smile to anyone else. Then the corners of your eyes crease in concern. "Maybe you need a day off, Chief."

"Yeah, right," says Reno.

Tseng ignores your suggestion. "I'll check over your work. Please have a seat."

"Boss, it's been months," says Reno. "Lay off the newbie."

You smile, fidgeting. "It's fiiiine."

Not that invested in the matter, Reno lets it drop. It's been two long, boring days since he's been in the field so he gives you a nudge. You respond by scrutinizing him closely, asking him silently if he really wants to start. He smirks.

"Okay, but I won last time," you say confidently.

The slick, black sofa is soft enough to cushion elbows and knees as you begin trying to pin each other to the genuine leather. Tseng stares hard in front of him at the words you've written, trying to ignore the stupid laughter coming from your direction. He goes over each paper three times.

"Reno," you suddenly yell. "No teeth. I told you."

The pencil lead snaps.

You look up at the sound. Reno tries to take advantage of your distraction to dislodge himself from under you but you're well-practiced by now. You compensate by shifting your weight.

"Reno, go home," Tseng orders.

You get up, grinning because you won this time, too. Reno pushes past you grumpily, making you laugh.

"See you guys tomorrow," Reno calls behind him, his voice lacking any trace of anger.

You watch Reno leave with a flat expression. After waiting five seconds, you hop onto the corner of Tseng's desk. "He's gone."

"Lock the door."

You're off and back in a flash. You're back on the desk, pulling him strongly by the suit jacket. It's a hungry kiss, like neither of you have eaten all day. Your hand drops his jacket and hovers near his hair, like you long to run your fingers through it. But he told you once that fixing clothes out-of-place is easier than hair. He smiles into the kiss. You've tried to listen and do as he's asked. Always. You stopped needing your work checked two months ago. Neither of you needed to stay this late. This song and dance is just waiting until everyone is gone. Then off come the clothes and you test if a random piece of furniture can bear the weight of two full-grown adults.

You're patting his cheek gently. "Hey, should I get the towel?"

You never miss a detail. Tseng gazes up at you. You're too good for him, he considers.

You frown. "What's wrong?"

Before he can stop himself, he shoots a frown at the now-empty sofa. You catch this and follow his gaze.

"Oh, that? Good warm-up, huh?" You wave your hands in front of you. "Nothing's going on."

Tseng is still frowning but doesn't meet your eyes. "It doesn't matter. I don't like it."

"It's just some fun! I have to stay sharp. You know that."

"It's not just fun for him."

"What? But...oh. I see."

Watching you go from confused to realization to looking apologetic makes Tseng feel guilty. It seems like you genuinely didn't know Reno was flirting. Wrestling others into submission seemed to be one of your favourite forms of exercise. You're both lucky none of the furniture broke during a particularly passionate night.

"Tseng." Hearing his name jolts him out of his thoughts. You continue, "Am I supposed to stop with Elena and Rude, too?"

"No, I," He stops, pressing his lips together. The mention of others makes him question why he cares in the first place. This was supposed to be just sex, which is why the affair was being kept secret in the first place. Just sex meant a lesser chance of interference in the duties of both of you.

"Well, you seem to be having an off day. Maybe tomorrow?" You kiss his forehead.

"Ah...yes." He doesn't actually agree and he wants to stop you from leaving. He also hopes you didn't see his ears heat up and how stiff he's trying not to be. But he wants to have his thoughts together first. He refuses to face such a conversation without preparation.

You exchange good night's and his gaze follows you out the office door.

"Damn," he says quietly.

[volterran-wine]

| 20 questions for fic writers

Thank you very much for tagging me @agirllovespancakes . And apologies for this being exceptionally late!

To not clutter everyone's feeds terribly I have put everything below the 'keep reading'. Do take a look if you want to read my ramblings as well as getting to know my brain a little more intimately.

I even discuss some of my other fandoms and expose myself as somewhat of a shipper.

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

Currently I have nine works up on Archive of Our Own

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

37,793 words and counting, now my word count on this blog however... I dread thinking about it.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I have only ever written for Twilight, though I have outlines and ideas for other fandoms. Among others;

Hunger Games

Final Fantasy VII

Pokemon

Lord Of The Rings

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

The Hands of Time (98)

I Gave You My Heart (62)

Equinox (45)

Snowfall (39)

If These Walls Could Talk (34)

5. Do you respond to comments?

... I am absolutely atrocious at replying on AO3, while on tumblr I have been slightly better at keeping up with feedback. I greatly appreciate every comment however.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It has to be "Didyme's Demise". The short story details how she has faith in her dear brother, and does not even see her murder come.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

... I do not understand this concept. Though I guess "I Gave You My Heart" has a bittersweet ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I do not believe I have received direct hatred towards anything I have ever posted or written.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, though I have crossed more into the... emotional/romantic sphere than the hardcore smut genre.

10. Craziest crossover?

... No crossovers so far.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have experienced people pilfering my edits and graphics, but never any of my written work. That is something I am thankful for.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I am not against the practice as long as credit is given.

13. Have you co-written a fic before?

Never! Though I really wish to do a collaboration at some point. Though, a little thing I am finishing up has a lot of influence from a dear friend; with one of their own OC's making an appearance. A blending of verses if you may.

14. All time favorite ship?

I have never been a huge shipper within fandom spaces, nor do I have a one true pairing (do we still use OTP?) I will throw down over. Most of the time I find myself shipping characters with comfort, happiness and mental stability these days. Instead of one ship I will give a little list of ships I have read about the last decade and a half, exposing some of my previous and current fandoms...

Carlisle/Aro (Twilight)

Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Haruhi/Kyoya (OHSHC)

Rufus Shinra/Tseng (Final Fantasy VII)

Clarke Griffin/Lexa (The 100)

Yuri Katsuki/Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Chise Hatori/Elias Ainsworth (The Ancient Magus' Bride)

Oikawa Toru/Happiness&Success (Haikyu!!)

Also, someone recently dragged me into JJK, and I think anyone in the know understand why I cannot look away from the absolute tragedy that is Geto and Gojo, wether it be platonic or something more.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will

There is a work hidden in my vault that was begun while I was friends with someone. Now, this friendship has since turned sour, and because of that I do not know if it will see the light of day. It is Twilight related but it is centred around The Romanians.

16. What are your writing strengths?

The most common compliment I receive is "Beautiful", and seeing as though beauty is in the eye of the beholder I am inclined to say my strength is different for different people.

Personally I believe I have quite a good vocabulary, as well as being good with my metaphors.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fast paced action rarely works well with my borderline purple prose, which is why some of my works sometimes feel very different in my opinion. The New Moon rewrite has a lot more action instead of introspection and feelings, that is a challenge for me.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language

If you do decide to add dialogue in another language; confer with someone who speaks said language if you are able to. Or, at the very least, do a lot of research so it does not sound off or out of character. The few times I have used Greek I have asked people who are native speakers for help!

Personally I think it can add a nice touch as long as it is not overdone.

19. First fandom you wrote for

Twilight! While I have been a part of fandom spaces ever since I was 12/13 this is the first time I created any sort of content for others to enjoy.

20. Favorite fic you've written

Of the ones that have been finished and published it has to be "He Loves Power, A Terrible Love". That piece will forever have my heart, and whenever i feel discouraged about my writing I return to it. It reminds me that my writing is in fact not half bad. Though I do believe a fanfic in the works called "As Above, So Below" will knock it down from its throne.

That one will have people showing up outside my house with pitchforks.

No pressure tagging

Anyone who feels inclined to join in on the fun!

[zygomantic]

What do I write?

Angst/Hurt, Comfort, Smut, Fluff; all of which as ONESHOTS

I have the right to decline a request. See below for Fandoms, if the one you are looking for is not mentioned, just ask. I'll answer.

I WILL NOT WRITE FICS CONTAINING:

Smut including any underage Characters

Cannibalism or extremely graphic gore

Pedophilia

Incest

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Gojo Satoru

Geto Suguru

Fushiguro Toji

Ryomen Sukuna

Nanami Kento

STARDEW VALLEY

All bachelors (I'm lazy, sorry)

TOKYO REVENGERS

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Manjiro Sano

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Hajime Kokonoi

FINAL FANTASY VII

Cloud Strife

Reno

Tseng

Rufus Shinra

Sephiroth

BLACK BUTLER

Sebastian Michaelis

Ciel Phantomhive

Undertaker

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD

Edward Elric

Alphonse Elric

Roy Mustang

Riza Hawkeye

Envy

PERSONA 3 (RELOAD) & PERSONA 5 ROYAL

Akihiko Sanada

Makoto Yuki (Protagonist)

Shinjiro Aragaki

Ren Amamiya (Akira, Protagonist)

BALDUR'S GATE 3

Astarion

WATCH DOGS 2

Markus Holloway

Wrench 🔧

[beneathstarryskies]

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

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, public sex

Rufus Shinra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tseng

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

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

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

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

“Darling, I miss you,” you coo. 

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes narrow suspiciously, “What is it?” 

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

“I locked the door,” you smirk. 

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

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

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

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

“Maybe make that 20.” 

Vincent Valentine

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not.” 

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

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

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

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

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