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*trying to say i like a fictional character* yeah he activates my predator animal drive

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OH!! I think I thought of pink because there's a version with pink shades. He looks great! I installed it immediately.

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) dev. Square Enix (mod)

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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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I'm surprised there are so few fics for him. His character got a big improvement in the remake. I'm probably biased, though. 😂 Don't burn yourself out!

Random thought

Writing Rufus x reader thing already becomes my daily activity.

I wonder if one day when the timeline reaches the end of Rebirth, I will disappear again for years because stuck like what I did when I had no idea how Costa del Sol looks like in Rebirth and leave the fic for 3 years unattended 🥹😂😂😂😂

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I worry about that, too. I'm sure I'll run out of steam well before the next game comes out. :/ I think part of the problem is the amount of Rufus fans that write reader-insert isn't much. If there were, we could encourage each other. I had that before. I miss it!

Random thought

Writing Rufus x reader thing already becomes my daily activity.

I wonder if one day when the timeline reaches the end of Rebirth, I will disappear again for years because stuck like what I did when I had no idea how Costa del Sol looks like in Rebirth and leave the fic for 3 years unattended 🥹😂😂😂😂

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I hope this is an accurate translation 👀 because I like it

あたしの名前をちゃんと呼んで

身体を触って 必要なのは是だけ 認めて

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(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

You've finally snapped. _(:3」∠)_

"I want a divorce," you say to your husband, Rufus, while eating dinner together.

He doesn't even look up from his dinner. "No. We'll talk about it tomorrow after I get home from work."

You want an answer now. Tomorrow after he comes home late from work, yet again, is too late. You're suddenly overcome with an urge to pick up your plate of food and smash it against the nearby wall. You hate that this set of plates was expensive, pristine, and white. The entire time they were sitting in the cupboard, they were taunting you with their perfection. The plate shatters, the sauce and bits of food sticking to the wall. "I want a divorce!"

Rufus is wide-eyed, staring at the wall. Then he hisses your name. "We'll talk about it later. For now-"

You still have an urge to do damage, so you get up and walk over to the stove to grab the kitchen towel hanging there. The matching set of stainless steel and black-accented appliances are too luxurious. They've loomed over you with their massive size and capacity for months, making you feel small and poor in comparison. You turn on the gas range and hold the towel over the blue flames, turning red as they lick the towel.

Rufus shouts your name, getting up from the table to dash over to stop you. It's too late. The towel is on fire, and you get the genius idea to throw it in the living room, hoping it'll increase the damage. Rufus stops in his tracks, his gaze snapping to the towel. You take the opportunity to dash out of the kitchen and down the hall to his home office. The towel is on the hard floor, where it probably won't catch on anything else. Rufus follows you.

You've already shoved everything off his sturdy, walnut desk with the gold leaf accents. The monitor took more effort. You have to pick it up but it gives you the chance to throw it at the minimalist, white printer sitting on the matching walnut table against the wall. Rufus watches, stunned, whispering your name in disbelief. You shove the PC tower over onto its side and beat the keyboard on it until the plastic snaps and the keys spray everywhere. Then you collapse on the floor onto your butt, suddenly tired from all that activity.

Rufus has finally found his voice. "Are you insane?!"

He has more to say but one of the the smoke alarms is going off. Panicked, he rushes to the living room, where the kitchen towel lit the tasseled, ornate rug on fire. He quickly fetches the fire extinguisher from the kitchen to try and put the fire out. You stand in the kitchen doorway, hand over your giggling mouth.

Rufus is growling, not even sure what to say at this point. You've clearly lost it. Reno and Rude dash in from the direction of the front door, a second extinguisher in Reno's hands. The fire is out before he can help, though. Rufus' PHS rings.

Panting from rushing around and panicking, Rufus orders the two to keep an eye on you while he answers the call. It's Tseng, having been alerted to the smoke alarm going off. Rufus walks away, running his hand through his hair, explaining what just happened. He gestures wildly with his free hand, and it's clear he's still in a state of disbelief even though you can't make out what he's saying.

Reno rolls his eyes while also rolling his head lazily at the idea of babysitting an insane soon-to-be ex-wife. Rude licks his lips, apparently unmoved, but Reno can see the tension in his partner's body.

You sit down on the sofa, gazing at the burn mark in the rug, lamenting inwardly that it wasn't bigger. "I asked him for a divorce," you blurt out to them.

Reno doesn't want any part of this. "Listen, Lady-"

A shout from Rufus draws Reno's attention for a moment. He's still wandering, talking to Tseng.

"I do feel a bit bad, boys," you tell them. "But you have to understand. He wasn't going to let me go. He thinks of me like a pet. He'll forgive me once we sleep together. It's not exactly a functioning relationship," you say sadly, as if it's a minor shame, like dropping an ice cream cone on the sidewalk.

Reno growls a sigh.

You three can hear Rufus shouting some more and slamming his fist on a surface from the direction of his office, no doubt standing in the middle of the destruction of which you're proud.

You've crossed your legs and rested your chin on your hand. "I hope Tseng convinces him to finally let me go." You're invested in this like cheering on your favourite sports team on the TV.

"I hope so, too," Reno says sarcastically.

Rude scoffs at his partner but you're not offended, still riding high on your misbehaviour.

There's silence, then Rufus finally comes back to the living room, staring at you. He points. "You, out."

"Shall I-"

"I'll send your stuff," he growls.

You jump to your feet in joy, ready to leave.

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Okay. Okay, listen. You've seen @caprart1 's Sephiroth in a dress art, right? You gotta see where we're coming from 😂 I apologize and will stop, if not

I think Sephiroth should wear a dress, actually. A skimpy, short one that he has to awkwardly pull down in the middle of a fight.

I think that Sephiroth Reborn should wear a dress. Both the big one and the little hat Sephiroth. They'd look so cute!

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Collar Scenarios 1- Sephiroth x Reader

Description: No exact setting for this, feel free to do it in the bedroom, sex dungeon, basement, kitchen, living room, doesn't really matter. He's collared and chained to the wall, shirtless, and at your disposal...or is he? A little bit of love/hate in the mix. Post!Nibel Sephiroth x Reader. I'm bad with descriptions, guess you'll just have to find out.

“Monster.” Standing over Sephiroth, you look down at him. Your expression is full of disdain. Like you’re disappointed to even be faced with him You love him. Sure. Sometimes you love hurting him more. The flash of hurt that spreads across his face. 

Poor baby. Sephiroth seemed pissed. Hands behind his back and bound at the wrist with cheap rope. The coarse fibers dig into his skin, leaving deep red indentations. His earlier squirming only caused the rope to dig further into Sephiroth’s wrists. 

“What does that make you, my love,” The pet name dripped with sarcasm, staring back at you, calculating your every move. Sephiroth was a prisoner to your words, the way you treated him now, and the way you treated him with much tenderness prior to this scenario unfolding. “Are you not a monster too?” 

Maybe you were. Nobody with a properly functioning brain would have taken in Sephiroth. Injured when you found him, though, most would have left him where he was to rot. For some reason you couldn’t. Even as he ridiculed you as you managed to get him to your home. You nursed him back to health, or so you called yourself doing so. You’re sure it was just an act, a ploy to reel you into falling in love with him. 

He could be cruel to you at times, finding ways to manipulate you any chance he could. Well, not every chance, it was a bit less frequent as your, for a lack of better words, relationship went on. Sephiroth called himself improving, he had to an extent. While his mental and physical abuse remained, he either learned to push down what he truly wanted to do to you. Instead biting back his words, catching himself in times where he wanted nothing more than to hurt you to put you in your place. 

Sephiroth was a man fallen far from grace. You were scared of him. Terrified. Yet too stupid to ever keep your mouth shut. You’d use some sensitive information he’s told you about his past to push his ego back where you think it should be. At times you would surprise him, striking him back or to his absolute delight, first. You were aware you could only hurt him mentally and emotionally, it didn’t stop you. In time you learned he lived for this back and forth. Sephiroth either molded your mind to it, or you’ve been like this longer than you’re willing to admit. Because you too, began to love the toxic back and forth, regardless of it eating you alive at times. 

“You and I do not compare, you’ll always be worse than me.” 

Sephiroth smirked at your words, at the way you sounded so confident and proud. It was a challenge to him. He wants to tear it all down. “Don’t we? After all, you revel in having a man shackled, collared, chained to the wall. Helpless while you berate him.” 

You couldn’t contain the snort that left you even if you tried. ‘Helpless’ was a hell of a way to describe himself. In his weakest form he is anything but. If Sephiroth truly wan he could simply tear the chain from the wall. The cheap rope around his wrist wouldn’t stand a chance. 

“I’m nothing like you, I-”

What you wanted to say had been cut off as Sephiroth leaned forward, offering one of his trademark cruel smiles. The chain stopped him from coming too close, the sound it produced as he tugged bringing a bit of excitement to you both. “Oh, but I think you are. You have darkness within you. I’ve seen it. In all of its horrid glory. You’re just as much of a nightmare as myself.”

Seeing how you had yet to respond, Sephiroth continued digging into your mind. An attempt to take control from you, placing it back into his own hands. “You’re cruel, manipulative, a slave to your desires. Just like me. I see it in your eyes when you do your best to hurt me. Something else is taking over, something deeply rooted in your rotten soul.”

“You admit, at last, destroying the planet was a desire. Not a service to your mother?” This? You knew your words would wipe the grin from his face. If there was anything that drove Sephiroth mad, it was speaking in such a mocking manner when referring to his mother. 

This time Sephiroth lunged at you. Whether it was voluntary or not, you couldn’t be sure. The only sign he was holding back was the chain still bolted to the wall. His eyes said a million words, all of them threats he made sure to push down. In the end, this is getting him off. Of course you knew it too. He knows you’re aware of it as well. Which is why the condescending smirk angered him even more. 

“You’re pushing it.”

"I don’t think you’re in a position to fight back. Wouldn’t you agree?" Crouching before him, you lightly press your palm against the obvious erection straining through his pants."And though you say I've gone too far, your body certainly says otherwise.”

He tried to keep a straight face, but the way he licked his lips and settled back on his heels showed he only wanted to submit. For now. He hates to admit it, but you have him just where you want him. Every single time. 

“That’s what I thought.” Pulling your hand away, you return to your position standing above him. “Sit, I need you on your ass.”

“How am I supposed to move around like this?” Bratty. His tone of voice indicated that Sephiroth planned on being combative still. His smirk returns at your impatient sigh. 

“You want to keep going don’t you?” 

Just like that, he was shifting his position to sit flush on the ground, his back now pressed against the wall. “Is this good enough for you?”

“It will have to do.”

Sephiroth appears expressionless when you begin taking your clothes off, yet the way his eyes wouldn’t leave your body displayed where his attention resides. As you carried on, Sephiroth seemed less keen on keeping his composure. Why should he? He was always so eager to cave in moments like these. The confidence in how you move about always lured him in. You rarely came off as shy in his presence, and while he thought the roles should be reversed; that you should be the one bound and chained. He loved this far more. Assertive and more than willing to take initiative to do whatever you please to Sephiroth. Never afraid to step out of your comfort zone in order to challenge him. 

It all kept him drawn to you. He’s done his best to make you fear him, though you don’t give off many indications of it being effective. You only found ways to get back at him, a constant back and forth.You two played the revenge game as if it was tennis and he loved you for it. 

“Try not to drool all over yourself. I won’t touch you if you make a mess so soon.” You step closer to Sephiroth, your movements almost dance like in his eyes as you settle yourself on his thighs.”Now, what do we say when you want something?” 

“Please.” Oh, that wouldn’t be acceptable. The word will forever sound foreign leaving his lips. You could tell he only said it so you’d carry on. Such an impatient slut. Letting out an almost adorable huff when he only received a raised eyebrow. 

You didn’t have to say it, he knew to correct himself. Softening his voice in an attempt to lessen the impact of his begrudging statement. He knows from experience enough wrong moves and you’d leave him until you felt the time was right; at least the rewards for waiting outweighed the cons. You’ve already been teasing him for what felt like an eternity as it stands. “Please.” 

“Good boy.” He’d only tolerate that from you. The way you uttered those words carried a bit of power over him. On one hand it annoyed him, on the other Sephiroth couldn’t help the way he constantly craved your approval. 

Your gaze falls on his chest, watching the rhythmic rise and fall before it draws you in closer. Fingertips tracing the firm contour of his pectoral muscles. Sephiroth melts as you continue your exploration down his abdomen, each subtle flex exhibiting how sensitive he truly was. The warmth radiating from him was a partial reminder of why you bothered taking him in. There’s still humanity there, a beating heart with a conscience. It’s just masked under a thick layer of ice this world forced upon him and at times it was almost like it would thaw in your presence. 

Sometimes. 

With your hands working off his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to expose his arousal. ‘A very good boy.’ You couldn’t help but think with the amount of precum he’d been leaking. Positioning yourself above his cock, you guide him inside of. Lowering yourself as slowly as you could manage. You were going to savor this, being able to take full advantage of the opportunity presented to you. 

Sephiroth’s muscles tensed under you as his cock filled you. Lips parted, his breathing heavy and shaky. His brow furrows as he looks you in the eye, practically begging for you to start riding him. Deliberately ignoring his plea, you set a pace just shy of punishing. Hips moving in a steady motion, relishing in the way it felt to take him in. He can’t help but release a low moan each time you take him fully, eyes fluttering closed briefly only to meet your gaze again. 

You settle your hands on broad shoulders for balance. The eye contact between you and Sephiroth is so intense it encourages you to quicken the pace. He tries to meet your rhythm, his breath coming out in ragged pants. You can tell he’s close, your hands wander up, resting in the nape of his neck. 

It’s far too early for him to cum. Yet you couldn’t help yourself from driving yourself onto him vigorously. Sephiroth’s hips jerk upward trying to meet your hips, creating a sloppy tempo. You could feel his body tense underneath you. The moan Sephiroth poorly tried to bite back coming forth as you push his limits. With a few more fluid motions Sephiroth comes undone. Releasing inside of you with a groan of defeat. 

Halting your actions, you look down at him with a smug expression. “That was a little underwhelming; wasn’t it?” 

Sephiroth’s eyes narrow, his ego bruised by your statement. It wasn’t fair. You were touching, kissing, teasing him forever earlier. It was no wonder he came so soon. Once he was inside of you Sephiroth could hardly contain himself. “Let me go so I can make it up to you.”

A heartbeat was all it took for you to snake your hands behind his back and undo the poorly tied knot. There’s a thrill that comes along with the release of Sephiroth. In the time you’ve spent with him, you were able to paint a vivid picture of what lies beyond being restrained. The temporary authority you had taken from him was placed back into his hands as you freed him from the thick black collar around his neck.  

The second he was fully released, what little space was left between you vanished. In an instant, your vision tilted. Hands gripping your hips to flip your position. A shiver runs down through you as your back meets the cold floor, Sephiroth now slotted perfectly between your thighs. 

The determination in his eyes is clear as day. Sephiroth leans in, one hand trailing up your body until it rests on your throat, giving it a firm squeeze. “For every action, this is a reaction,” Sephiroth’s tone was meant to be taken as a threat, but in this position it only made you anticipate everything that was coming next. A tiny whimper escaping you as his hold on your throat became tighter. “Have you not learned? Honestly, darling, I think you forget your position. Let me remind you.” 

Beneath him. Right. That’s where Sephiroth always claims you belong. Sure, it was mostly due to his need to control you though that wasn’t his sole reasoning. The dominance he exerts whenever he physically claims you, it’s the equivalent of declaring a piece of territory for himself.  The way your body yields to Sephiroth’s and the soft sounds that leave you stokes the flames of his ego. Finding a strange sort of comfort in your willingness to submit to him. Sephiroth craves the vulnerability and trust in these situations, even if he only intends to take full advantage when you are laid bare to him. 

The dynamic between you is like a test of will. He’s used to being in charge, not a soul questioning his actions because they were too scared to do so. Being with you provided a challenge, someone to push his buttons and make him question if he truly was the one in the driver's seat most of the time. The fiery banter makes him feel like he's chasing you into a passionate exchange. Even if the words said cut so deeply he had to prevent himself from hurting you once more. The mental challenge of breaking down your barriers to make you a weaker version of your former self is a joy that always leaves him needing more. Especially when it seems as if Sephiroth’s efforts never worked. You’re the one that brings him to his knees, leaves his mind scrambling for ways to put you in his image of your place, forcing Sephiroth to lose control at times. He’s acutely aware of the dominance you have over him also. That in itself is intoxicating enough to keep him latched to you.

The pressure around your neck nearly doubled in pressure as he moved to guide his cock inside of you, the tip teasing your sensitive folds. You could feel your wetness mixed with the remnants of his first orgasm, creating a slick mess. The thought of his seed already coating your insides, forever making you his, only added on to how soaked you were.

Your eyes glazed over with lust as he slid into you, filling you up in a way that made your toes curl. Pressing your hand lightly against his abdomen as the sensation made you want to fall apart immediately. Sephiroth took a moment to enjoy your expression, reveling in the way your cunt pulsed around him. Green eyes, pupils blown wide, bore into your own before he began moving. Slowly. Just how you toyed with him, not giving you what your eyes were so desperately demanding. 

He could only keep up with his lazy strokes for so long, his hold on your neck tightening each time he pushed back inside of you. Your moans come out strangled by the force he was using, nails digging into his abdomen as your other hand tries to find anything to grab onto. Uselessly clawing at the floor. You responded so well to every action of Sephiroth’s, squirming under him in the hopes he’d take the hint to speed up. 

“You love this, don’t you?” Sephiroth’s hold was now intense to the point you were struggling for air, barely managing to let out a plea for him to stop. Relaxing his grip long enough for a gasp of air to fill your lungs before clamping down harder. Hips snapping against your own with newfound force, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. 

When you hadn’t pleased Sephiroth with a response, he choked you harder, letting up seconds later. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

“I do. I love you so much.” That isn’t what he asked, but the answer was far more satisfying than what he was originally trying to receive. Your voice a hoarse whisper, loaded with pleasure as you try to revert your words. You weren’t ready to give him the full satisfaction of knowing he had you where he wanted. Writhing beneath him, a moaning wrecked mess. “I hate you.”

All actions stopped with the exception of choking you, his trademark cruel smirk making an appearance as he leaned towards you. Sephiroth placed a chaste kiss on your lips, a kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear, his breath forcing you to whine. “Your passion or fury makes no difference. Your soul is bound to mine; you belong to me.”

He knows you better than anyone, and the lie of your hatred is paper-thin. As he resumes his relentless pace, the facade you poorly attempted to present falters, replaced by moans of pleasure. Finally loosening his grip on your throat, leaning into you to kiss you once more. This time his tongue invading your mouth; his kisses were just as dominating as his touch leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. 

“Say it again,” He murmurs out, lips leaving lazy kisses at the corner of your mouth. “Tell me how much you hate me.” 

You try to resist, but your body immediately betrays you as you arch into Sephiroth’s touch. “I hate you.” Though it’s lost all of its malice, now transformed into an almost loving mantra packed with desire. 

You know you’ve lost this round, hardly able to maintain any air of anger towards Sephiroth. Certainly not with the way he’s pulled away from you, putting one of your legs over his shoulder. One hand squeezing the thigh pressed against his torso, the other finally parting from your neck to push your other leg further apart, Sephiroth’s cock slamming into you with the new angle. 

You could feel yourself unraveling, your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. Your head lolling against the floor, back arching as he continues to fuck into you. 

“Let’s try this,” Sephiroth’s demeanor becomes more smug with the way you’ve already fallen apart due to his actions, his words, and the strong hold he has over your entire existence. “Scream my name when you come; let me know it’s not just your body that craves me.” 

Challenge accepted. 

You need to prove that you’re more than just a plaything that falters under his touch. To show Sephiroth you have more control than him, even in the face of such intense pleasure. But as he shifts to hook your legs in his arms, pressing his chest against yours, it solidifies the loss. His cock burrowing deeper with the new position leaves you with the realization that you crave him in ways that scare you. 

The room now filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as your hips meet flush with each thrust, Sephiroth’s ragged breathing, and the occasional gasp and moan you tried to withhold from him. Once you tangled your fingers in his hair, your body trembling from the sheer force of Sephiroth, you could tell it was over. No longer bothering to keep your moans to yourself. Because as much as you’d love to hate him, you can’t. You never have.

With a few more powerful thrusts, you’re screaming his name. Your orgasm hits you in waves of fierce pleasure, nails tugging harshly at silver locks. Every nerve in your body feels like they’re on fire, the pleasure so intense you can only let it consume you. 

He knew he took you over the edge, it was his turn to follow. His pace unyielding as he pumps into you. Your muscles clench around him, thoughts a jumbled mess as you focus on the orgasm Sephiroth has wrung from you. Incoherent pleas and curses swirling together to create a symphony of pleasure. At some point you heard Sephiroth’s voice mocking you, unsure of what was said, all you could pay attention to were the feelings he fucked out of you. 

Sephiroth’s orgasm was building, burrowing his head into the crook of your neck, in the next couple of erratic thrusts, he’d reach his climax. Filling you to the hilt, moaning right into your ear as he emptied himself inside of you again. You can feel the warm cum flowing in you making you tremble and moan out his name again. The intimacy of the moment was too much to bear, clinging to him like he was some sort of lifeline, nails digging in Sephiroth’s back. 

Once he finally stills, he pulls away to meet your half lidded gaze. Sephiroth mask of ecstasy being replaced with the usual smug expression. “Good girl. I know you love me more than you love yourself.” 

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Sometimes I'll forget I'm not on tumblr and almost type comments like "i want him to have my babies" on other platforms when looking at hotties (fictional and otherwise)

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Maybe he's waiting for you to sit on his lap?

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A request from X

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I may have almost finished something but it needs more...sexiness. Things have been rough lately so it was difficult to get through. I really wanted to get back to a place where I could do some requests. I'm not giving up completely but it's taking longer than I had hoped.

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I can't for the life of me remember where this is from, it's about tseng and aerith, I vaguely recall reading somewhere that he "revered her", like she was some sort of holy figure to him because of her being a cetra, maybe from before crisis?

I'm really sorry I didn't reply for a long time! My bad mental health has been kicking my ass. I ended up watching a condensed version of Before Crisis, which I should have done before I wrote Butterfly in a Jar but anyway, I'm not sure he would have said it then? But then again, it was a condensed version. Perhaps he says it in Crisis Core? I do remember you can find the camera he was using in the junk piles outside the church, presumably to take photos of Aerith. I say this because if it was for work-related reasons, why did he leave it there? Or maybe it was a mistake.

Exactly how he feels about her is an interesting grey area. Let me know if you have anything else to say about it!!

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There isn't a Rufus nude mod for Rebirth but there are a couple of Rufus over Cloud mods, where I found this image of him where he belongs:

in jail

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The Materia Accident

I had sent an ask to @rottenpumpkin13 about how a materia accident with age-regression would go. As for this, it's not that the answer wasn't satisfying. I think I just needed to write something myself!!

During the board meeting, Rufus decides to go around the room and take things one director at a time. They decide to indulge him. Some of them think his booster seat is adorable. A few just want to get this over with and leave. Hojo sighs into his computer pad.

“According to this report, morale is…low,” Rufus starts, addressing Heidegger. Rufus continues to stare at the report.

Heidegger straightened up in his chair with the  usual respect but with added stiffness. “Yes…Sir.”

Rufus didn’t usually go over the reports with a fine-tooth comb like this. Heidegger isn’t sure how this is going to go. Rufus is still staring at the report. His ability to read is well beyond his age but he’s still not sure what certain words–words like ‘morale’--mean and context isn’t helping. Tseng leans in and whispers in the president’s ear. Rufus thanks him politely. He’s thoughtful. What would make the troops of Public Security happy? The adults in his life usually praise him when he does well at his studies but that won’t help here. Oh! He does know what makes his father happy. Money.

“How about a raise, Director? For everyone?”

Heidegger’s eyes bug out. This is the last thing he expected to hear. Shinra doesn't do this! He should disagree! The adult Rufus Shinra would throw a fit! But his fierce dedication to boot-licking wins out and he just sits there, motionless and speechless. Tseng has the tiniest smirk.

Rufus doesn’t notice the strange, uncertain air beginning to swirl in the boardroom. He’s already turned his focus to Palmer, which is unusual in itself.

“How is morale at Space and…” Rufus has only read the next word and hasn’t heard it spoken aloud yet. “Ae-ro-now-tics?”

Scarlet giggles at his mistake. Rufus glances at her, panic growing behind his eyes. She stops.

Annoyed with this meeting and annoyed with indulging a child, Hojo lets his computer pad fall to the table. “Likely…low. The only source for morale at Space and Aeronautics is tea parties. Parties of one.”

Hojo’s disgust flies over Rufus’ head. He is baffled. Tea parties? At his father’s company? He stares at Palmer, mouth hanging open. Palmer covers his mouth in a panic, eyes dodging back and forth. Rufus shuts his mouth tight and his little brow furrows, feeling pressure to do something. To solve this.

“I’ll…go!” he blurts.

Palmer hesitantly brings his hands down.

“Sir?” Tseng asks.

“I’ll go to your tea party,” Rufus clarifies to Palmer.

He’s always wanted to attend one, a real one. Now that his father’s gone, he can find out what they're like. He's the president. No one can tell him he can't.

Tseng’s eyes widen but he still wears the smile. “Very well, Sir. I’ll arrange a meeting with Director Palmer for you.”

Palmer vibrates with excitement and mutters to himself about getting extra lard. Rufus relaxes, having solved that problem. This isn’t so hard, he thinks. Next is Director Scarlet. Staring at the report on Weapons Development, something stands out to him. The budget is such a big number. Yet the results from such a big amount of money invested in this department is disappointingly low. So many redesigns and explosions. What goes on down there? He’s heard his father talk about this before. This…this is waste. Rufus motions for Tseng to bend down so he can whisper in the Turk’s ear. Tseng listens then nods. “Yes, Sir. I can have them make that number smaller for you.”

Scarlet frowns. “Excuse me. Which number?”

The report slides the short distance down the table to her, Tseng’s finger below the number. Scarlet snatches the report up, causing Tseng to withdraw his hand. Rufus frowns at her rudeness.

Scarlet stands. “Mister President!” Then her anger falters as she remembers she’s talking to a child. A child that’s also the president of Shinra. Her mind starts yo-yoing back and forth between these facts, unsure which to focus on.

“Mister President, if I may,” says a warmer voice.

Rufus’ gaze slides to the director of Urban Planning. Scarlet falls back into her seat, anxiously chewing the skin around her manicured nails. Rufus looks up towards Tseng. Tseng hands him the Urban Planning report.

Rufus scans the report.

“Why is this number so small and the other number so big?” Rufus asks Tseng.

Tseng hesitates and the director cuts in to explain.

“Mister President, morale at Urban Planning is low because of that small number,” Director Tuesti says with a straight face and a mild smile.

Scarlet reacts like she’s been kicked under the table.

“Would making it bigger solve the morale problem, Director?” Rufus asks.

Director Tuesti nods.

Rufus nods decidedly back. “S-S-Tseng,” Rufus says, struggling to pronounce his subordinate’s name properly, “have them move some of the money to Urban Planning from Weapons Development.”

Tseng murmurs that he’ll get on it right away, after the meeting. Scarlet stands again, this time protesting louder. Rufus flinches, visibly frightened. Forgotten until this moment in the meeting, Darkstar growls from the floor behind Tseng and Rufus, a low rumbling that vibrates everyone’s chest. Scarlet slams her fist on the table and storms out of the room. Rufus is surprised; he didn't realize people so high up in the company throw tantrums. He's not allowed to.

Rufus turns his attention to the professor, who has resumed staring at the computer pad. Originally, he was going to suggest Professor Hojo join the tea party since he always seems to be alone but he doesn’t seem interested.

After a few moments of silence, where everyone is wondering what novel thing will occur next, Hojo says without looking up from the pad, “Do you want to see the latest litter of Public Security hound puppies?” He knows what children like; he just doesn't care.

Little Rufus coughs to cover his excitement. “Yes. I'll see them. Then we can decide if you're using your budget properly.”

Hojo hmph’s, intending to manipulate the child into leaving the budget as it is. Adult Rufus was ignoring his department before this incident in favour of establishing himself as president first. The professor just needs to be left alone a little longer.

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I make this in case anyone want to use it

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If you see the Ever Crises FF7 game, there's an event going on with Rufus as a boss. And I kid you not. The whole stage is done in a romantic way. Full moon, on the rooftop, and just you, him and Darkstar.

It makes me wonder if Rufus is the kind of guy to mess with you by setting up a scene or a place that screams "romantic date" but he insists that it's platonic. Even though it IS a date.

I totally see that being his romantic type— the type who insists he's above romantic gestures and courting because that's exactly the kind of tactic his father used to expand his roster of women. He refuses to be like that. So naturally he:

• Invites you to an extravagant, candlelit dinner and claims it's "just casual." The imported wine flown in from another continent is "irrelevant because it was the only decent option." Darkstar sitting beside the table holding a rose in his mouth also means nothing. Your initials embroidered into the napkins are "standard hospitality" and the heart-shaped fireworks were on sale.

• Proposes to you in the most unhinged way possible. One day Rufus casually hands you a velvet box. You open it. Inside is a flawless, massive diamond ring.

You: ……This is a proposal.

Rufus: That's an interesting interpretation. Incorrect, but interesting.

You: You're down on one knee.

Rufus: I'm tying my shoelaces.

You: You said "marry me"

Rufus: A simple contractual arrangement.

You: You're now holding my hands.

Rufus: You look unsteady.

The wedding is "a mere formality," the massive venue is "logistics," the designer attire is "professionalism" and the slow dance in the middle of the ballroom is "social expectation." You point out that he keeps whispering things like "mine" against your temple, his response is "We're in Midgar. Technically, I own everything."