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flowerwiththemachinegun · 6 months ago

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Send that man some nudes???

Hojo, Vincent, Tseng

Description as of July 13th: I dunno, Hojo makes me wanna find someone’s grandpa and get filthy with him on the retirement home floor. Random shit I typed out because Hojo deserves a hoe. Written cause I obviously deserve to be the one sending him pussy pics.

I started writing this a while ago and never expected to finish because of Vincent but it was only due to a post I’ll put at the end

*Hojo x Reader (Hints of SephirothxReader and ReevexReader)*

Having an arsenal of explicit pictures to blow up Hojo’s phone is a Hopefully our favorite sick fuck is in the middle of another meeting. Propping your phone up and setting the timer, you quickly get into position. Bending over, pressing your hand into the bed to keep yourself balanced, bringing your knee on the bed as though you were about to start climbing in, the other arm coming around to spread your ass open. Taking nudes is hard work, if only Sephiroth would help, but then he’d ask what they’re for considering he isn’t today's recipient.

The sound of the camera shuttering grants you permission to move out of your pose. Grabbing your phone to admire your handy work, making a mental checklist of what you wanted to send him.

He couldn’t possibly be doing anything decent with his time anyhow. A new test subject? Dissecting one of his recently passed abominations? Another meeting with Rufus that Hojo couldn’t care less about? He would be playing on his phone or tablet despite the urgency of any meeting as long as it doesn’t regard his research. These are all perfect times to toy with your beloved psychopath.

With your wonderful timing, not at all due to snooping through Hojo’s belongings while he left you in his home alone, you’ve spotted his schedule. So you know he’s just in another shitty meeting. You feel the need to brighten up his day, sending a multitude of explicit pictures to his phone.

Don’t forget a little something for Reeve. Who would surely be sitting next to Hojo as always. You knew he couldn’t help but glance at whatever Hojo may have been doing next to him. You also know Reeve happened to see a few of these messages before. A video of you splayed out on the bed. Legs wide open as you lazily tease your fingers over your entrance, aimlessly dancing around your clit, teasing yourself for their excitement. Your moans are captured on the recording as you give in and apply pressure to your clit, rubbing yourself in a way that causes you to lose yourself in a daze of lust until your coming undone. Shoulders pressing into the bed as you arch your back at the sensation of your orgasm wracking your body.

This is going to make for a wonderful distraction from their meeting.

*Vincent x Reader* (yea you’re with avalanche and co)

So you finally convinced the man to get a phone. Something you've been encouraging him to do but hasn't come into fruition until now. It was a bit of a silly reason maybe. Often not being able to fall asleep most nights, constantly awake until the break of dawn. A few of these occasions you had the convenience of coming across Vincent during your night time prowls of whatever town you and the gang. These nights he would keep you company, sometimes sneaking into your room with you. Holding you until you fall asleep for the night before slinking away before the other girls woke up.

Your selling point was your inability to contact him the nights he wasn’t conveniently lingering around. Begging him with not only your words, but your eyes. There was no way Vincent could say no to that sad puppy dog face you gave him.

The only problem being he could hardly use the damn thing. Technology has appeared to change a lot in the span of time Vincent’s spent in his coffin. The one thing he could do was answer calls. Other than that, the screen seemed hardly cooperative and he couldn’t tell what a majority of these silly bright icons were needed for.

What Vincent knew for sure was that you sent him a message. How to check it when you were nowhere near to guide him through the process? No worries, Vincent is sure Cloud can help.

Bringing the tiny device to Cloud, stating his problem, asking if he could teach him how to view his messages. Unlocking the phone and navigating to your latest message caused Cloud to practically choke. Never in a million years did our spikey blonder warrior expect to see one of his comrades spread out like a meal. Cloud tried to tear his eyes away, but he can’t, and now he’s certain he’s seen much more of you than god has.

As Cloud’s face turns a dangerous shade of red, eyes widening at the content he was incidentally provided with, Vincent can’t help the rising curiosity. Rounding Cloud so he could peak over his shoulders, nearly gasping at the sight of his phone. Without hesitating another moment Vincent snatched the phone out of Cloud’s hand. Frowning in displeasure as he tucked the phone into his back pocket.

“So you were just going to stare?”

Cloud’s reply was sheepish, not even making the slightest effort to hide how his gaze lingered over the images far longer than what anyone would be comfortable with. “I uh…Sorry.”

Vincent would handle you later. You might like it or you might love it.

*Tseng x Reader (more meeting nudes? Pre-existing relationship?)*

Cheesy? Cliche? Yea this is that but so are all of them.

Tseng just looks so bored during this meeting, obviously lost in thought as he tries to focus on the words Rufus proudly proclaims his vision for the future of Shinra. Again. Giving out the same bullshit speech about how things will change within the company now that his father is out of the picture. Being ‘flamboyantly Rufus’ as ever. You were tired of it too.

Shifting your gaze from Rufus you look back at Tseng, greedily taking in his gorgeous features. The gods really need to justify making a man so fine.

Unprofessional, Tseng would call you at least for pulling out your phone during a time like this. Not that you cared, scrolling through your gallery for the pictures you took recently. Images of you clad in nothing but the lingerie Tseng picked out for you on a mission in Junon. The lacy undergarments caught his attention while passing by one of the many shops littering Junon.

Of course he wanted to see you in them, but the two of you haven’t been able to find much time together outside of quickies and sleep. So what would be a better time than now? Selecting an array of photos, sending them off to Tseng, not even attempting to hide your obvious staring.

You knew the second he got your message, diverting his eyes away from the meeting to glance at his phone in a “discreet” manner. Waiting patiently for his reaction, watching as his face reddened and eyes immediately dart up to meet your mischievous smirk.

Two could play this game. Your phone vibrating in your lap instantly catches your attention, nearly losing at your own game as you suppress a squeak of surprise at the images and videos flooding your phone. It doesn’t matter that you’ve seen these before, hell you were the person to take all of those pictures of Tseng seeing as how he wouldn’t take any risky pictures on his own plus you insist he needs something to entertain himself with while he’s away.

The videos? Those were new, watching as he teasingly rubbed his cock in front of the camera. The angle was awkward and you could tell he felt equally as off while taking the video. The visual of him drawing a deep, shaky breath captivating you further.

In your distraction you hadn’t noticed Rufus’ ceased his rant to shoot a glare your way. Clearing his throat, Rufus demands you stay after the meeting to see what’s got your attention and to figure out what could possibly be more important than the current events.

That comment snatched any smugness Tseng had for topping the content you sent him away. Replaced with a look of horror that anyone would have noticed if their attention were on him. The only thought racing through his mind is of Rufus discovering the pictures shared between them. Guess he would have to find out what happened with that situation when you get home.

#gonna keep slowly feeding yall bullshit until im done with dead languages and chapter 4 #i'm finally starting to like how it's coming out but i had to add some funny ha ha's in there #some Rufus shenanigans ofc #professor hojo x reader #professor hojo #tseng x reader #tseng of the turks #tseng ff7 #vincent valentine #vincent x reader

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catboyidia · 2 months ago

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can you do something with your fav ships where one of them is sick and the other is taking care of them? E.g when a is sick b does this and when b is sick a does this

thanks in advance! Have a lovely day

- zakkura: when zack is sick, cloud pulls out every weird trick imaginable that he learned from his mom, its all batshit crazy stuff that like no one would think of, but for some reason works? and otherwise he tries to take care of zack as best as he can but he’s not great at anything other than weird small town remedies. and when cloud is sick, zack is also sick because zack will be all over cloud, cuddling and doting on him to make him feel better emotionally, and he probably just hopes the power of his love will make cloud better

- asg: when angeal and/or sephiroth is sick, genesis will probably make the best chicken noodle soup anyone has ever tasted for them, but otherwise he’s pretty useless… when sephiroth/genesis is sick, angeal tries his best, he makes sure they take medicine on time, he makes sure they eat anything they can hold down, and he’s smart enough to maintain some distance as well so he doesn’t get sick! and when gen/angeal is sick, sephiroth will do absolutely anything to make them feel better in any way possible! and he doesn’t care much about getting sick from either of them, so he doesn’t hesitate to lay in the bed with both of them, holding them and providing warmth for as long as they need

- aerti: when one of them is sick, they are both sick because they both just try to be as lovey dovey and caring for each other as possible, and despite them both being sick they still try to care for eachother more than themselves

- tsengru: when rufus is sick, he refuses to show it, he taught himself to never show his weaknesses, but tseng can notice all the subtle differences and tseng will force rufus to let himself be sick and tseng will take damn good care of rufus! when tseng is sick, rufus would bring out the best doctor in all of midgar, even if its just a simple common cold, because he wants to make damn sure tseng is okay

- renorude: when rude is sick, reno likes to pretend like rude is dying and be super overdramatic and vice versa

- tuestine: when reeve is sick, vincent is just the most unexpectedly caring and loving, even if he doesn’t show it, he’ll force reeve to relax and he’ll keep reeve all bundled up and cozy! and when vincent is sick, reeve will be worried sick, he’ll be all over vincent, holding him and keeping a close watch to make sure vincent is okay, he’ll care for vincent more than he cares for himself

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demialwrites · 4 months ago

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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

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vincentvalenfine · 6 months ago

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hai halo! the mansion fic sounds interesting!

i love my black hair turk and ex-turk so much so when your request is open again can i ask for something like tseng trying to make vincent jealous because he is tired of the mutual pining between vincent and the reader and just want them to be together? thank you for considering this🖤

There's no such thing as a former Turk. Well, only if they're dead, in Tseng's opinion; Vincent Valentine isn't dead in the conventional sense, only the legal, so it doesn't count. And the Director - calm, level-headed, keen, observational - can tell when a Turk is purposely missing what would otherwise be the easiest shot of their life.

It's one of the few things that actually annoys him, really.

Tseng is one of the only Turks not banned from Tifa's bar on the count of not starting any fights (Reno), talking himself into trouble (Elena), or being annoying in general (also Reno). Tifa had also pulled him aside once to admit he was still allowed in spite of working for Rufus because, in her words, "Aerith would've been happier this way."

(The emotions that had invoked in him... weren't to be dwelled on. Not out in public.)

But it meant he was given a free viewing of the torturously long, circuitous and mind-bogglingly slow relationship developing between you and Vincent, "former" Turk. The subtle glances when he thought you weren't looking, the care with which he pulled out your seat for you, the active listening skills that Tseng wished he could put to more serious uses than knowing when your birthday was and what your favorite flowers were. All of it pointed to obvious adoration, and though you clearly felt similarly, there were always overlooked chances that made Tseng clench his teeth on his words, trying to maintain his low profile in what could easily become a much less welcoming space to him if he wasn’t careful. Rufus needed his eyes and ears in here.

Tonight, though... he's finally had enough. Any more hours of pining sighs and tender glances from the corner of an eye and he just might do something much stupider than what he plans instead, discreetly speaking with Tifa beforehand. It's easier to pull stunts when the bartender is on one's side, and it doesn’t surprise him that she's just as aware of the mutual pining between her friends, though she's not entirely sure his plan is going to work. He uses calm confidence to his advantage to persuade her.

The evening carries on, Vincent Valentine arrives after sunset to quietly find his way to your usual corner of the bar - and stops dead in his tracks when he finds Tseng in his normal seat, quietly conversing with you like he might a friend.

Tonight Tseng has adapted with an aura of understated confidence and charm, subtle but effective in provoking smiles and giggles from you. His stoicism is set aside for soft smiles and warm little laughs at your jokes, and when crimson catches his peripheral vision he only offers a brief look and a raised brow, dark eyes meeting red and offering a challenge. Make your move already, or I just might beat you to it.

To his satisfaction, he sees a jealous spark light up in Vincent’s eyes.

"It was lovely talking with you," Tseng says casually, "but there's work waiting for me in the morning. Do enjoy your evening, won't you?"

"Aw, alright. See you tomorrow?" you ask, a hint of hopefulness in your voice, and Tseng has to give you another smile for that even as Vincent’s presence grows closer and the hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand with an atavistic response to the other. He masks that feeling with ease.

"I'll be heading to Junon, unfortunately," he lies smoothly, "but perhaps next week."

He has one last move to finish his plan out, sliding out of the booth as you pout a little and continuing to ignore Vincent while he steps over by your side to offer his hand. You blink with confusion but take the offered hand, and find yourself blushing but giggling again as he raises your knuckles to his lips and presses a chaste kiss there. Tseng can actually feel the aura beginning to radiate off Vincent in response, heavy and seething like a storm cloud full of static charge just waiting to unleash its fury. The reassurance that Tifa wouldn't let the man attack him here is a faint comfort when they all know full well what he's capable of.

Then he lets go, steps back, and makes calm eye contact with Vincent as he walks past, offering just a slight inclination of his head. If looks could kill, Tseng would already be dead twice over.

Maybe now this "former" Turk will finally take his shot, now that he's been given incentive.

#vincent valentine x reader #idk if i did tseng justice but this was funny to me tbh #tseng has one (1) pet peeve and it's slow burn

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beneathstarryskies · 2 years ago

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

Warnings: smut, fem!reader, public sex

Rufus Shinra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tseng

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

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

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

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

“Darling, I miss you,” you coo.

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes narrow suspiciously, “What is it?”

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

“I locked the door,” you smirk.

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

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

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

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

“Maybe make that 20.”

Vincent Valentine

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not.”

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

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

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

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

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

#rufus shinra x reader #rufus ff7 x reader #tseng x reader #tseng ff7 x reader #vincent valentine x reader #vincent ff7 x reader #🌟written in the stars

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owarinaki · 1 year ago

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The Turks in Ancient temple II

Final Fantasy VII : Rebirth Gifs part 34

Index gifs // Trailer recap // Rufus's Story recap 1 //2 // 3

Rufus Pic recap 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

Others Tseng&Rufus , Hojo&Darkstar

[RUFUS RECAP] Other links

Ch.4 part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 //10 // 11

Ch.6 part 12 // 13

Ch.8+9 part 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // 18 // 22

Ch.10+11 part 19 // 20 // 21 / 23 // 24 // 25 // 26

Ch.12+13+14 part 27 // 28 // 29 // 30 // 31

Etc. : 32 // 33 // 34 // 35 // 36

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kiwicopia · 2 months ago

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🔞 Final Fantasy VII — Crisis Core Masterlist | Minors DNI 🔞

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

Rules

Characters

Aerith

Angeal

Barrett

Cid

Cloud

Genesis

Johnny

Reno

Rude

Rufus

Sephiroth

Tifa

Tseng

Vincent

Zack

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sephirthoughts · 13 days ago

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Just Like Honey: Chapter 13

Such a Puppy

AU: organized crime, cabaret, sex work

SHIPS: MULTIPLE! rufus/cloud, vincent/cloud, sephiroth/cloud, reeve/cloud, rufus/cloud/tseng, zack/cloud, cloud/other characters as clients because that's his job, weiss/nero, background aerti

RATING: EXPLICIT, no minors allowed, 18+, minors DNI

WARNINGS: violence, sex workers, prostitution

Zakku: hi cloud! sorry i haven’t called but i was doing a thing i can’t tell you about for work. anyway i’m back now and i was hoping to see you soon.

Zakku: i was thinking food and a movie or something? no pressure. just let me know when you’re free!

Zakku: ps kunsel says hi too! [.img]

The attached image was a selfie of his black-haired SOLDIER friend (whose name Cloud had since abbreviated to Zakku in his contacts), with the purple-uniformed one in the face covering helmet, both grinning and giving peace signs.

It was fortunate for Zack that he’d sent the picture, with the text, because Cloud had almost forgotten how hot the guy was. That certainly would have motivated him to respond right away, too, but he was just walking in the door of the Honeybee, and hadn’t even been to his room, to put his luggage down.

He ignored his phone for the moment, returning a few cheerful greetings, as he made his way up to his room. When he got there, he shut the door behind him and fell face-first into his bed. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed himself in Wutai, with Vincent, there was just something about being alone, in his own room, that he badly needed, after so much time being ‘on’.

After he’d laid there recharging for a while, he kicked off his boots and began scrolling through the rest of his many, many messages. Tseng (for Rufus) and Reeve had both made appointments already, and Vincent wanted him to know he’d be at the show Saturday. There were about forty more, from regular clients, and also a calendar alert from Aerith, with a schedule of his booked sessions. This was going to be a busy couple of weeks.

Just then, there was a knock on his door, and one of the bellhops called out to let him know Andrea wanted him in the theater, right away. Cloud shouted back that he’d be down in a minute, then pouted to himself. Yes, he’d technically been on vacation for the past week, but it’s not as if he’d rested all that much. Damn that old man’s demonic sex drive.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I think I need a vacation from Vincent,” he sighed, as he pulled his boots back on.

A few minutes later, Andrea Rhodea found himself being faced down by his two headliners, who had their hands on their narrow hips and expressions of extreme indignation on their equally beautiful, but diametrically opposite faces.

“You want us to what?!” they demanded, in unison, which was ironic, considering what they were angry about.

“Listen, darlings, I know you’ve had your differences, but this is the only way to enter the upper city with the big splash the Honeybee needs,” Andrea reasoned.

“I don’t do tandem,” Nero sneered. “He’ll just get in my way.”

“I hate to agree with Nero, but I don’t understand how we’re supposed to perform together,” Cloud put in. “We don’t even do the same type of gymnastics. You can’t actually expect one of us to learn the other’s discipline, in three weeks. That’s not possible.”

Nero gave a derisive laugh. “Maybe for you. I learned yours in four days.”

“What?” Cloud demanded. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“When Nero covered your Saturday show, he…performed your routine,” Andrea answered, looking uncomfortable.

Cloud’s eyes flashed with anger as he turned on Nero. “That routine belongs to me! I don’t want you ruining my reputation, by fucking it up in front of my audience!”

Nero tossed his black hair. “I think what you’re really worried about is that I’ll ruin your reputation by doing it better than you. Which I did.”

“Andrea!” Cloud said, appealing vaguely to their boss.

“I didn’t authorize it. Nero took the initiative to do it on his own,” Andrea explained. “And while it wasn’t what I would call better, it was very good. That at least shows that he can learn quickly enough for the two of you to perform together, for the audition. Which you will be doing. So I suggest you get used to it. I want you both on stage, ready to start working on a new routine, first thing in the morning.”

There was a lot more arguing, pleading, and bargaining, along with a heavy dose of sniping, between Cloud and Nero, but Andrea stood firm, and eventually, the two dancers had no choice but to go away and stew about it.

The session in the morning (Honeybee morning, which meant noon) was more of the same, and nothing worth mentioning was accomplished. The next day's session went slightly better, but the one the day after that was a regression toward the mean. They butted heads about costuming and stage design, couldn’t agree on anything, insulted each other about sixty times, and wound up giving Andrea such a headache, that he ended the meeting an hour early and went back to his office, presumably to rethink his life choices.

When Cloud suggested they keep working, Nero rolled his eyes and walked away, which was just fine with Cloud. Not even pretending to be dissatisfied with getting out of that unpleasant task, for the day, he quickly escaped to the bao place and treated himself to a basket, while he worked on returning some of his messages.

First, he sent one to Vincent, thanking him again for the lovely trip, telling him to send Cid his best regards, and reminding him to update him, if he found out how the queen ‘dealt with’ the princess. Next, he sent one to Reeve, saying he was looking forward to seeing him soon, and asking if he should wear anything specific.

Finally, he sent one to Tseng, saying there was no need for President Shinra to send a helicopter, since they’d actually made an appointment in advance, like adults, and thus he would have plenty of time to get there, on his own. Tseng replied with a middle finger emoji. His work messages now taken care of, Cloud replied to Zack.

Strife: movie and food sounds good. you free tonight?

He didn’t expect to get a message back right away, but the phone vibrated before he’d even set it down.

Zakku: awesome! yeah i’m free! anything you like or don’t like eating?

Strife: you pick. something casual though i don’t want to dress up

Zakku: got it i know just the place! what kind of movies you like?

Strife: anything but weepy melodramas

Zakku: the cinema in the tower is always playing all kinds of stuff. let’s just choose one when we get there. should i come pick you up?

Strife: no i live in sector 6. i’ll take the train up just tell me when

Zakku: oh why didn’t you say so? i can meet you down there instead if you want. there’s a lot to do in the undercity too!

Strife: i’d rather go up. i’m kind of sick of everything down here

Zakku: cool! that means i can still take you to that place to eat. tower entrance at 2100?

Strife: i’ll be there

SOLDIER First Class Zack Fair was a genuinely upbeat and optimistic person. He was well-adjusted, had loving and supportive parents, and despite being generally aware of his strength, good looks, and high status, he was not vain. Instead, he had a rare healthy balance of humility and self-confidence.

However, the moment he caught sight of the little, spiky-haired blonde, striding purposefully across the square, to meet him, all of that flew out the window, and he immediately felt ungainly and out of his depth.

Zack had courted and been courted by extremely attractive people of all genders, but none even came close to comparing with the tiny, freckled blonde, with the sharp blue eyes and even sharper tongue. He’d simply never met anyone like Cloud Strife.

He was small and slender, and so beautiful, it made Zack’s chest feel tight and achy. But there was also something indefinable about him, too. A kind of strength that couldn’t be measured in weight lifted or fights won. A kind of grace that came with near-perfect mastery of oneself. He couldn’t help being fascinated.

In anticipation of their date, and because he was a naturally conscientious person, Zack had been at the entrance to Shinra Tower, at nine o’clock sharp, just like they’d agreed. As a result, he waited for Cloud for fifteen minutes, but Cloud was at the mercy of the train, so Zack had expected a bit of delay.

“Hey, Cloud!” he said brightly, when the young man approached. “Thanks for meeting me. I hope the ride up was ok.”

“Sorry I’m late,” Cloud replied, less brightly. “The train, you know.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m just glad it got you here as fast as it did. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Always,” Cloud smiled, already beginning to loosen up, under the influence of Zack’s warm and easygoing aura.

The ‘place’ Zack had talked about was on Loveless Avenue, but a bit off the main drag, on a side street. When he saw that it was a bar style mini-restaurant, with only four stools for seating, and was operated by one very old Gongagan man, Cloud knew he was in for some amazing food.

They wound up getting okonomiyaki and omuraisu to share, along with two full orders of takoyaki, for which the place was apparently quite renowned. Zack and the old man bantered back and forth, while they watched him cook, and another couple soon arrived and took the other two seats, so the atmosphere was lively and convivial.

The food was perfect, especially for the brisk weather, being hot and hearty homestyle fare. Cloud was full before he was even halfway through his own half, but Zack was more than happy to pick up his slack, and even looked as if he could stand to eat a bit more.

When they were finished eating, Cloud didn’t insult Zack and make things awkward by pretending he was going to pay for himself. He merely bowed his appreciation to the old man, and then thanked Zack sweetly for the meal, as they departed. He could tell Zack was impressed, with this basic bit of etiquette, which made him smile inwardly. As a professional, he at least knew how to behave himself on a date.

When they got to the cinema, in the Midgaria Mall, there were three movies to choose from, that were currently seating. It was between Meet Cute II: Whole Latte Love, Sayonara my Samurai, and Mega-Bahamut vs. Ultra-Behemoth. The correct choice was obvious, to anyone with two brain cells to rub together.

“Concessions?” Cloud asked.

“Hell yeah! Popcorn, hot dogs, slushies, candy!” Zack said eagerly.

“You just ate half a truckload of takoyaki. Are you seriously still hungry?” Cloud laughed, poking his (flawless washboard) stomach.

“It’s the SOLDIER treatment, man,” Zack pleaded, as he defended his midsection. “We need like, three times as much food as a regular person of equivalent body mass.”

“Is that true?”

“Yep. That’s why our meals are subsidized,” Zack said gravely. “They can’t pay us enough to feed ourselves.”

“Ok, now I know you’re bullshitting. Hurry up and get your snacks. We’re gonna miss the exposition, and then how will we follow the plot?”

Snacks were duly gotten, and they even managed to find seats without some tall jackass in a hat sitting in front of Cloud, which was an extremely noteworthy occurrence and absolutely worth mentioning, as any petitely inclined person can attest.

“What did you think?” Cloud asked, as they strolled out of the theater, at the end of the studio-approved two hours and eleven minutes.

“Eh, it was alright,” Zack shrugged. “I just wish the CGI didn’t look so fake. The first Meet Cute was better.”

“Yeah, the quality really tanked. So much for the Meet Cute-iverse.”

“So, um. You want to get going, or do you maybe…want to hang out at my place?”

Cloud made a doubtful face. “Don’t you live in like, barracks, or something?”

“Nope. Firsts get our own apartments. Nothing too fancy, but they’re way nicer than the dorms the Seconds and Thirds have to live in. And you don’t even want to know how the troopers live.”

“Alright, sure. I’d love to see your place.”

Zack’s apartment was on the secure 60th floor of Shinra Tower, in a quiet low-lit hallway, with brass numbers on the doors, of which there were only four. Inside, the apartment was astonishingly spacious, but otherwise, very much a young, single man’s living space.

In the living room, there was a huge flatscreen, several different game consoles, and various controllers, sitting all over the cabinet below the television. The coffee table was strewn with what appeared to be training manuals, and a few tech magazines. On one wall, there were posters from martial arts movies and bands, and on the other, a single, ten-foot-tall poster, featuring the world-famous First SOLDIER, Genesis Rhapsodos.

Cloud wasn’t going to ask about it, but it occurred to him that Zack might actually know the elusive, stunningly beautiful war hero, whose valiant and highly publicized deeds of heroism continually sent the entirety of Midgar into paroxysms of Pro-Shinra fervor. If the man was Zack’s friend, it seemed a little weird to have a poster of him on the wall.

“Uh, haha. Genesis hung that up,” Zack said, seeing Cloud looking at it. “He said it’s for inspiration. And also that if I take it down, he’ll make me do seven-thousand squats.”

“You two are friends, then?” Cloud said, trying to sound casual.

“Well. Yeah,” Zack laughed. “There are only three Firsts. We’ve all worked together for years.”

“Who’s the other one?”

“Angeal Hewley. He’s my mentor.”

“Why haven’t I heard of him? Or you, for that matter.”

“Shinra doesn’t want us in the spotlight. Genesis is the face of the program, so they direct all the publicity toward him.”

“That doesn’t seem fair to you two.”

Zack shook his head. “It’s not fair to Genesis. Angeal and me get to just do our jobs and live our lives. The whole world watches every single thing he does. People talk about him all the time, like they know him and have a right to have opinions about his work, and even his personal life. It’s pretty hard on him.”

“I’m glad he has a friend like you, then. You seem to care about him a lot.”

“I’d do anything for either of those two,” Zack said fervently. “They’re my best friends in the world.”

Cloud went over to the far wall, which was just a massive window, looking out over the city lights and the eerie-green glow of the reactors. It wasn’t as high up as Reeve’s office or penthouse, or anywhere near the president’s rooftop office, but it was still on the 60th floor, which wasn’t bad at all.

“Awesome view, isn’t it?” Zack said proudly.

Cloud nodded. “I live on the third floor of a tiny building. My window just looks out over the dirty street. It has a fire escape, though. The neighborhood cats like to sleep on it, when it’s warm out.”

“Aw, man. I wish I could have a cat.”

“You can’t?”

“No pets allowed on the SOLDIER floors. Probably better, anyway. I’m gone so much, I’d have to get a pet-sitter all the time. Poor thing would probably forget me.”

Cloud looked up at him. They were standing very close together, now. “What color were your eyes, before you were a SOLDIER?”

Zack smiled and leaned even closer. “You can’t guess?”

“Hm…grey?”

“Nope. Boring old brown, like everyone in Gongaga.”

“No one has brown eyes, in Nibelheim. I guess that’s why I’ve always liked them the best.”

“You don’t like my eyes how they are, now?”

“I do, in fact. They’re the first thing I noticed, about you. I mean, after the huge sword.”

Zack’s hands were sneakily slipping around his waist, so Cloud hooked a finger into the waistband of his pants and pulled him the rest of the way into a kiss. What a kiss. Goddess. Zack was devastatingly good at it. Gentle and tender at first, then increasingly heated and playful. Cloud could practically see his tail wagging, when he carried him to his bedroom and pounced on him.

“You want to be on top, or you want me to be?” he asked, as he peeled off Cloud’s underwear.

“You top.”

“Cool. If you ever feel like changing it up, just say the word,” Zack grinned. “I'm a switch-hitter.”

While he was saying this, he skinned out of his own underwear, and his big, gorgeous dick bounced free. Dicks did tend to be rather buoyant, in that state, but Cloud could have sworn there was an extra measure of spritely springiness to it, reflective of its owner’s personality.

They started face-to-face, and Cloud couldn’t keep his eyes or his hands off Zack’s cut-marble pecs and abs. Even without the waist armor and pauldrons to enhance it, he had the perfect, inverse-triangle body shape, so iconic to Shinra’s elite SOLDIERs.

“C—Cloud…fuck. You feel so good, baby,” Zack panted, pushing his thighs higher and wider, as he rocked into him. “I want to fuck you hard. Can I?”

Cloud nodded, biting his bottom lip eagerly.

Naturally, Zack was as good as his word, and fucked him hard. Not like a wild beast like Vincent, and certainly not with Sephiroth’s savage precision. And a lot less emotional and intense than Reeve. His energy was more like…a puppy, to be honest. Enthusiastic, mischievous, and absolutely relentless.

Fortunately for Cloud, however, SOLDIER stamina was impressive, but it wasn’t quite demonic. Cloud was extremely athletic himself, and thus had no trouble keeping up with Zack, in that regard. He was also sure he had never laughed and talked this much during sex, in his life. They were romping around together, purely for the joy of it. Sex was fun, and it should be.

Zack, well-behaved puppy that he was, politely pulled out and came on Cloud’s back or belly, every time, without having to be asked. He even went and got him a damp towel and a bottle of water, when they'd finished.

“Cloud…ah. How do I even say this,” he said, when they were lounging around in bed, afterward. “I really like you. Like, a lot. You’re so cool and beautiful and fun to be with. I can’t even tell you how amazing you are. I’d like to keep doing this, if you’re into it. But I owe it to you to be up front, and tell you that I can’t be, like…reliable. I go away on missions without warning, all the time, and I’ll never be able to tell you when, or where, or for how long. I might get hurt, or even die. And no matter how much I like you…my job has to come first.”

Cloud suppressed a smile. “Zack. Are you trying to tell me you can’t be my boyfriend?”

Zack looked painfully awkward. “Uh…”

“It’s ok,” Cloud laughed, coming to his rescue. “You wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend anyway, trust me. I can’t tell you about what I do, either. And my job comes first, too. We’re kind of in the same boat.”

“Didn’t you say service industry? I thought you worked at a café, or something,” Zack said, squinting at him.

Cloud arched an eyebrow. “Do you really think I work at a café, looking like this?”

“Well. Not when you say it like that, I don’t.”

“The point is, we can’t be boyfriends. But I like you and you like me. What should we do about that?”

“I guess…we should just have a good time together, when we can? And not worry about it too much?”

Cloud was so relieved to have this understanding between them arranged so easily, he very nearly teared up. “I’d like that a lot.”

“You still want to spend the night, though, right?”

“You think I’d rather ride the train to the undercity, at three in the morning?”

Much to Cloud’s amusement, Zack was a perfect gentleman in every respect, letting him shower first, giving him an (oversized) set of pajamas to wear, and even running downstairs to the all-night drugstore, to buy him a toothbrush. When they got into bed, the giant puppy wrapped his big arms around Cloud, nuzzled into the back of his neck, and instantly fell asleep. It was disgustingly adorable.

When Cloud woke up, apparently alone, in a strange place and with a painfully stiff dick, it took his brain a moment to catch up, because it was attempting to comprehend why he was wearing pajamas, and why in the name of Odin an adult human being’s bed would be covered in blue jersey sheets.

Then he recalled that this was his big puppy’s place, and there was no accounting for the taste of males in their twenties, when left to their own devices. A cursory search revealed that the puppy in question was indeed, not in residence, but Cloud did find a message on his phone.

Zakku: sorry to bail on you like that. got called up for a mission. told ya it happens a lot. 😕 i don’t have much there except cereal but help yourself to whatever and stay as long as you want. i’ll call you as soon as i get back! 💙

Zakku: ps the door auto-locks and i won’t be back for at least a week so don’t forget anything when you go! 😄

Ugh. He was so fucking sweet and earnest, it made Cloud’s teeth ache. How could a person like Zack possibly be one of Shinra’s elite war machines? SOLDIERs First Class were supposedly human atom-bombs, sent in to destroy large numbers of enemies—be they monsters, automata, human beings, or otherwise—when things were too dangerous for the regular military.

Cloud glanced at the copper-haired hero in the poster, on his way out. It seemed like those things were too much for even the top level SOLDIERs to handle, sometimes. People said Genesis Rhapsodos was the greatest warrior the Planet had ever known, and that there had still been times when even he barely survived whatever hell Shinra sent him into.

An image flashed unbidden before Cloud’s eyes, of kind, thoughtful, cheerful Zack, in a war zone, with smoke and carnage all around. Under heavy fire. Covered in blood. Fighting for his life. Possibly even losing that fight. His throat constricted and his eyes stung with threatened tears.

Ok, no more of that. He shook himself and pushed those maudlin thoughts away. Sure, he liked this guy, but there was no sense worrying about what might or might not happen to him, in the future. Cloud’s work wasn’t exactly safe, either. All they could do was make their choices and take their chances, just like everyone else.

He was so wrapped up in his meditations, he hardly glanced at the group of white-coated scientists, who got on the elevator on the next floor. He just pressed himself into the corner, like usual, and kept his hood up and his head down. The elevator lurched, a little, as it started moving again, and Cloud gave a jolt, at a sudden, sharp prick, in his upper arm.

“What the fuck!” he said, grabbing it reflexively as he looked up.

One of the scientists was facing him, drawing his thin, gnarled hand back. In it, was one of those auto-injector syringes. It was that fucking weirdo with the round glasses! The one who lanced his finger in that lab, the first time he was here!

“You again! What the hell did you…you do to…me…” Cloud’s words slurred together as a wave of nausea swept over him, and his vision began to tilt sideways.

“We meet again, Nibelheim,” glasses-weirdo said, pushing up his weirdo glasses, with a positively reptilian smile. “I’ve been attempting to entice you to stop by the lab for a while, my boy. You’re a bit more slippery than I expected.”

Cloud tried to swing a fist at the bastard, but his arm wouldn’t go. His head weighed about eight tons and his legs had turned into cooked pasta. He staggered forward and would have collapsed on the man, but two of the other scientists caught him by the arms and held him upright.

Glasses-weirdo looked extremely pleased, which did not seem to bode well for anyone not interested in being vivisected. “Well, no matter. You’re here now. Take him to Exam-B. I’ll be in shortly. Full restraints and mako sedation.”

Mako sedation? What the fuck? Cloud’s whirling brain didn’t think that sounded very good, but he couldn’t make his mouth open, to object.

“But, professor, he’s a civilian!” a scientist objected, for him. “Surely…excessive for…like this.”

Cloud struggled to understand what she was saying, but their voices were fading in and out and becoming increasingly garbled, as his grasp on consciousness began to slip.

“Ha!” glasses-weirdo cawed. “Underestimate…at your…my specimen…as you’re told!”

Whatever the other scientist’s reply was, Cloud never knew. The cold, sticky, heaviness of the poison had crawled up his spine and poured into his head like sludge, sucking him down into unconsciousness. But he thought he saw something, as the blackness closed over his eyes. It was a face. A face from a photograph someone had shown him…

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING ELSE TO SAY the correct choice was Mega-Bahamut vs. Ultra-Behemoth

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