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demialwrites · 19 days
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You're An Idiot
My first Rufus x Reader writing so it feels OOC now but 🤷‍♀️
The barrier materia saved you and your charge from dying as you fell from the helicopter but it didn't save you from buttloads of bruises. You couldn't help a groan every time you moved the tiniest bit.
"You've been rather frosty lately."
You focused your eyes on the man sitting opposite you. President Rufus Shinra smirked, probably doing just fine the heat with his stupid white suit. You cooked in your black suit, your Turk "uniform." You were tired, hot, and /in pain/. It robbed you of your ability to be professional. His smirk told you he thought he had the upper hand in the conversation and you were having none of it.
You counted three, long, seconds in your head before answering in the flattest tone you could muster, "I don't know what you mean, Sir."
"That hurts," he replied.
That wasn't true and you both knew it.
You were hot because of your location. You were in pain because of the fall. And you were tired because of last night.
You had gotten into the habit of obeying the president without thinking. Sometimes he made ridiculous decisions but his mind was sharp when he gave orders. You were assigned to protect Rufus and Rufus only. Too often, he dove head-first into situations that required people to catch him as he fell. Today, it was literally. So you only had his safety in mind when he summoned you to his penthouse late last night. Maybe someone had broken in?
Your keycard beeped and you innocently pushed open the door. A pair of hands slammed the door on either side of your head, arms caging you in. You blinked, startled.
"Sir...?"
Before you could even register the details of his face, his hand grabbed your chin and his lips met yours. This was wrong. But trying to listen to your conscious was like trying to hold back a flood with a thimble. It was too late, and you were opening your mouth to receive his tongue. It was then that you tasted the alcohol. This was extra wrong but you still couldn't hear your conscious screaming in the background that this won't end well, damnit.
It had been too long since anyone had come at you with any amount of passion (it was the job, it kept you too busy). You grew weak in the knees. When he pulled back, you awkwardly fell to your knees. He pretended not to notice. Instead, he placed his hand under your chin again. He hooked his other hand in his belt. Well, the one around his waist. Him standing above you and your face being roughly level with his crotch told you what he was hoping for.
"You want me, don't you?"
Your answer was to turn your head slightly and suck on his thumb. His lips parted. He maintained eye contact while fumbling to find the zipper under his jacket. 
Your phone, the treacherous little thing, chose just then to beep, announcing a message. It was probably Tseng, to boot. The sound seemed to sober Rufus in an instant. He took a step back and turned away.
"You're dismissed. Get some sleep."
You started to rise. "...Sir?'
"Get out," he spat with venom.
You scurried back to your room and didn't sleep well, spending most of the rest of your precious sleeping hours trying to figure out how much Rufus was like his father. You could be unemployed in the morning if he decided you were unfuckable.
In the morning, he pretended nothing had happened. Being friendly as usual. Which was pissed you off even more, come to think of it. At present, you were firmly not giving in to his games and replying with as attitude as you dared. If you were stuck here until help arrived, so was he. You could be scolded by Tseng later.
"...if you quit, I think Tseng might actually start crying over my safety."
This man. His joke almost made you smile. Instead of smiling, you asked hopefully, also half-jokingly, "So if I quit, you might die?"
"Ouch." He let the silence stretch, watching your face thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "I didn't want to be like my father."
That surprised you so much that you forgot about maintaining the frostiness. "But you're not!" You blurted. "I wouldn't be here if you were." The idea of spending time with the disgusting, old previous president made you shudder a little.
"Thanks." The word was devoid of the usual arrogance. Saying that meant a lot, coming from him.
It still hurt too much to move your body, so you grabbed one of the layers of his suit and began to pull him toward you. Lightly enough that he could stop you if he wanted. You kept pulling until you nearly touching foreheads. Staring into his eyes this close almost softened your resolve. "I'll give you another chance. But don't. Play. Games," you warned.
He smiled and pecked your forehead in reply. "Can't promise anything."
Even though the current issue had been resolved, you had the feeling another one was soon to pop up. You sighed, really wanting that rescue.
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paperwizards · 10 months
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A story of ending a tiny sketchbook at my desk.
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dizziiedaikon · 2 years
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Ah oops my hand it slipped
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skoofie · 2 months
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Friendly reminder that you should
Write that fic
Draw your OC
Redesign that blorbo
Plan that comic how you want
Create the content you want to see
Be cringe
Be free
The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!
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sfordaisy · 25 days
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fem kobylu what to do
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shamblespirate · 2 months
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Hey google how do I deep throat an image
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 6 months
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Let the revenge games begin.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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heartorbit · 9 months
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so when's the wxs phantom of the opera set
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evankinard · 29 days
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just realized buck definitely jerked off to that men's porn magazine at the sperm clinic and thought he was doing it in the name of equality😔✊️🏳️‍🌈
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readtomanyfanfics · 2 years
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It sure feels like 84 years.
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crushedsweets · 26 days
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CREEPJECTS UNIVERSITY AU
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ni053791 · 8 months
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5:00 am
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petitesmafia · 9 months
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assuming Dazai survives after all this shit (he will) and once all conflicts have settled can you imagine the conversation he and Chuuya would have regarding what happened in Meursault if it ever gets brought up. just like
Chuuya: tf did you mean "moments we did connect", "our fate" and "you and i are destined to" btw Dazai: i never said that you're straight up delusional
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benzatthanin · 3 months
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manheimsmuse · 3 months
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rafe cameron and his kook!girlfriend that absolutely walks him like a dog. the rest of the island assumes she’s just another dim witted girl that’s gotten herself involved with the wrong person and will learn the hard way. admittedly rafe thought it too at first, until he realised she was as vicious as he was, if not worse, only did a better job of hiding it.
she would smile sweetly as she picked someone apart, in a way that most people wouldn’t even notice at first. she had a way of getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. she even had the infamous rafe cameron bending over backwards for her while making him think everything he did was his idea.
she was manipulative and calculated, dressed in pretty dresses with bows in her hair to hide how callous she could really be.
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joscribbles · 3 months
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back in my comfort zone (drawing 13 in funky outfits)
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