#Lockhart x Reader

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Lockhart X Reader Idea’s For You!

~LockHart~

~y/n~

Plot For These Idea’s: A Cure For Wellness

Lockhart X Jennifer Check!Reader (your Jennifer check from Jennifer’s body)

Lockhart X Nancy Downs!Reader (your Nancy downs from the craft)

Lockhart X Female!Alastor!Reader (you Alastor from hazbin Hotel but…Female version, you have a human disguise so you can blend in and look human when your not, the only things that stick out is your wide smile)

Lockhart X Dragon!Reader (inspired by Siveth from DragonHeart: Vengeance)

Lockhart X Female!Ink Bendy!Reader (your ink bendy from bendy and the ink machine…but female Version)

Lockhart X Mommy Long Legs!Reader (your mommy long legs from poppy playtime)

Lockhart X Harley Quinn!Reader

Lockhart X Cruella!Reader (inspired by Cruella 2021 version)

Lockhart X Raven!Reader (Raven From Titans 2018)

Lockhart X Veronica Mayday!Reader (your veronica mayday from helluva boss)

Lockhart X Maleficent!Reader

Lockhart X Ahmanet!Reader

Lockhart X Enchantress!Reader (enchantress from Suiside squad)

Lockhart X Agatha Harkness!Reader (your Agatha Harkness from Wanda vision)

Lockhart X Daki!Reader (your Daki from demon slayer)

Lockhart X Nezuko!Reader (your Nezuko from demon slayer)

Lockhart X Captain Marvel!Reader

Lockhart X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Lockhart X Golden Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but golden)

Lockhart X Emerald Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but green)

Lockhart X Amethyst Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but purple)

Lockhart X Sapphire Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but dark blue)

Lockhart X Opaque Witch!Reader (you have scarlet witch powers but teal/Turquoise)

Lockhart X Tourette’s!Reader

Lockhart X Mute!Blind!Reader (your 100% blind and mute…as for your blindness your a toph beifong kind of blind…you use a notepad and you use sign language)

Lockhart X Deaf!Reader (your 100% deaf so you use sign language)

Lockhart X Pearl!Reader (your Pearl from Pearl 2022)

Lockhart X Gothic!Reader

Lockhart X Insane!Reader

Lockhart X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail 2024)

Lockhart X Succubus!Reader

Lockhart X Demon!Reader

Lockhart X Siren!Reader

Lockhart X Mermaid!Reader

Lockhart X Zombie!Reader

Lockhart X Wednesday!Reader (Jenna Ortega version)

Lockhart X Emotionless!Reader

Lockhart X Male!Reader

Lockhart X Werewolf!Reader

(A/N: Hello! Hope this inspires you!…if you want more inspiration go see my other posts it’s recommended!….remember you can use these ideas if you want to!…Anyways YOUR WELCOME :)

[tayrae515imagines]

loml (Love/Loss of my life)

Requested: Kinda? Prompted in comments but got a request from @reader-bookling123 (I changed the ending a bit as it fit better)

like I need my angst of them being so in love but reader being the first to die in the fire and johnny just finds her corpse before he kicks the bucket like five minutes later and like these two were sweethearts like so in love

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR WE WERE LIARS. Death, profanity, hints to racism towards a character (Not from reader). Some descriptions of bodily harm and death.

Pairing: Johnny Sinclair Dennis x Reader

Playlist: Old Money - Lana Del Rey, loml-Taylor Swift, I Know The End - Phoebe Bridgers, Cowboy Like Me - Taylor Swift, Lost At Sea - Rob Grant & Lana Del Rey

Authors note: I read the book and loved it but that was years ago so this is based mostly on the prime show. I usually write a female reader but left it vague this time. Since there is so little Johnny fics I wanted to be inclusive. Also, the show made Johnny canonically into men so I didn’t want to take from that. As always, leave comments and thoughts. I’d love to hear feedback.

I'm sure I have run on sentences, too much detail, etc. But I am not a professional writer and rusty af. I loved how this turned out so ignore any grammar error!!

“We were young and shivering and ancient and alive” - E. Lockhart

The waves rippled under the boat as sea spray splashed your skin. The destination of your summer adventure coming into view like it always did. Sturdy and sure. Making a statement to the surrounding town.

Beechwood.

From the outside looking in, it was magical. A real life fairytale filled with sea salt, sunscreen, fudge, and brilliant smiles. The height of luxury and privilege. A king, a queen, three perfect princesses and their heirs. Two outsiders that were welcomed into the kingdom with open arms, how charitable of the king. A loyal staff and the two golden guard dogs keeping chaos at bay while causing their own mischief.

But looks weren’t always the truth. You knew this first hand after all your summers on Beechwood. Luxury was often accompanied by greed and jealously. Some not so subtle racism and a lack of basic human decency. The true colors always eventually came out dimming the once bright joys of summer on Beechwood. The older you got, the more clear it became.

It wasn’t a fairytale anymore.

Being friends with a Sinclair had its perks, of course. You couldn’t deny that at times, you felt like you were so lucky. Being pampered on a beautiful beach, not wanting for anything. Mirren Sinclair, your best friend had been taking you to the island every summer since you were both eight. You were an official member of the liars now.

Cadence, Gat, Mirren, Johnny and you. The way it was always meant to be.

Really, your favorite thing about summer fell to her cousin Johnny Sinclair Dennis. Bounce, effort, and snark. Salt, swagger, and reckless abandon...he got your heart racing. You’d been hopelessly in love with Johnny since before you could even really comprehended what love was. His loud voice, messy blonde hair, and wide blue eyes. Johnny made you feel light..like everything good was possible. If heaven was real, you were in it with him on this island filled with privilege. Damn the fairytale.

Once the boat hit the dock, you were running into his waiting arms and everything felt right again. Letters, calls and FaceTimes weren’t enough. But for the next couple months he was here and this was real. You and Johnny.

“There you are! Fuck I missed you baby!” Johnny held you tight and spun you as your legs wrapped around his waist. "I missed you too Johnny, I always miss you." Johnny smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple, holding you close and he carried you to your secret spot on the island. Where you two could exist in some peace.

Johnny had been off for a few days. He still gave you his bright grins but they didn't meet his eyes. It was tonight while you two watched the sun setting over the vast sea, that you decided you had enough. "Johnny, what's wrong?"

Your question caught him off guard, his eyes blinked a few times before he turned to you. "I'm great baby." He throws out that damn grin at you again.

"You're a bad liar" You mumbled.

A dramatic gasp fell from Johnny's lips. "First of all, I take that very seriously! How dare my own partner say that to me. It's like a knife to the heart!" He put a hand over his chest and fell back into the grass.

You couldn't help but giggle at his dramatics. "Alright fine, I will take it back if you tell me the truth. I know you Johnny Sinclair Dennis, something is bugging you." You lean over and kiss his nose. "Tell me."

Johnny sighed, his playful demeanor falling. "I don't think I'm a good person."

At his words, you sit up straight. "Johnny? What are you talking about?"

"I did something bad..back at school that I didn't tell you about." He looked over at you, seeing the understanding on your face, he counited. Telling you in details what he did. A tear ran down his face and you reached up to wipe it away.

"You did a bad thing Johnny, that doesn't make you a bad person."

"Sometimes I just..see red. I don't want to be like my dad."

"You aren't your father Johnny."

"Well I'm not Harris Sinclair either. I'm the shitty thing in between." He tugged at his hair.

"Johnny.." you frowned and took his hands. "Listen to me. You did a bad thing, I won't pretend you didn't. But you are not a bad person. You're the person who dove into the ocean during a thunder storm to save your younger brother, almost dying to do so I might add. You are the person that always picks up Mirren when she feels self conscious and you are the person who has always, always had my back. You may not be perfectly good, but you're still good. I need you to understand that. Life has set you up to feel like this but we can change it, I want to change that." You pet his cheek gently, looking into his eyes. "I love you. I love you so much I can't focus when you're around. It's like this constant ache and fullness because I am consumed by you. I love you." You lean your head on his, your eyes welling with tears.

"Fuck" Johnny let out a tear filled laugh. "You've always been better with words than me. I don't know what I did to deserve you but I'm thanking the universe all the time."

A smile spread over your face as you leaned in, kissing Johnny softly but trying to show all your love through the kiss. Johnny kissed back, his hand tangling in your hair as he deepened the kiss. He pulled you on top of his body and broke the kiss so you could both get air. "I'm going to marry you one day."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yup! We are going to have at least three little kids running around."

"Okay, can they have your hair? Those messy blonde curls would be so cute on our hypothetical children."

"Course sweetheart." Her grinned and tenderly pet your cheek. "Anything for you."

You rested your head on his chest, a smile on your face as the night drifted on. You both slept outside that night, tangled in each others arms.

But if you send for me, you know I'll come And if you call for me, you know I'll run I'll run to you, I'll run to you I'll run, run, run I'll come to you, I'll come to you I'll come, come, come

The song lyrics played softly from the small radio you two had on the coffee table. Your cheek pressed to Johnny's chest as he swayed you around the living room of Red Gate. Gat was in town with Cadence while Mirren snuck off with Ebon, leaving you and Johnny some free time. It was moments like this where he was softer, more relaxed.

"I like this song." Johnny mumbled softly, his chin resting on your head. "Reminds me of us."

Smiling, you look up. "That's so cute Johnny."

"Oh shut up." He chuckled and pinched your cheek softly. "I got you something."

"A present? I love presents."

"Oh I know babe. You'll really like this one." He let you go softly to get the small box sitting on the end table. "Hand please"

Giggling, you hold out your hand to your boyfriend. Johnny took it and pressed a kiss to your knuckles as he slid a dainty gold band with a blue stone onto your ring finger, you couldn't help but notice how the stone matched his eyes.

"It's not an engagement ring but it's a promise. You're it for me. I want everyone to know it."

"Oh Johnny...I love it." You tear up softly.

"Forever baby." He smiled and cupped your cheeks.

"Forever."

The smoke filled the stairwell quickly, heat rolling up your spine. Coughing, you tried to make your way up to the attic. "Johnny!"

How did you get into this mess? What the hell had you all been thinking? Oh, that's right, drunk emotionally charged seventeen year old's. It had been a bad family dinner. Gat was gone, you could tell you weren't wanted there but nothing was as bad as listening to the moms fight. To make matters even worse, Harris had fallen and the moms went to the hospital with him.

Gat showed up and now the liars were alone.

Liars forever.

Liars forever.

Liars forever.

Liars forever.

Fuck it...liars forever.

The plan seemed so easy at first. Get in, burn it down, get out. But the flames rose fast. Maybe it was too much kindlin? Too much accelerant? And shit, you forgot about the gas line.

"Johnny!" You yelled again, knees weakening as you made your way up the stairs. Walking, let alone breathing was becoming too much effort and the smoke was so thick. Maybe if you just rested your eyes for a moment...

"Y/N!" Johnny yelled as he raced down the stairs, smoke so thick he could barley see. He lost his balance and landed on the ground with a loud thud. "Fuck!" Johnny pushed himself up onto his knees, ready to run again but froze when he saw you through the smoke. You were unmoving and your chest wasn't rising, the love of his life was-"NO!'

Johnny moved fast, crawling his way to you and pulled your too still body into his arms. "No, no, no! Baby please..please open those pretty eyes. Come on, open them for me." He held your face in his hands, his tears rolling onto your cheeks. A cough ripped from him as he saw flames rising up the stairs. "I'm sorry baby..I'm so fucking sorry." He leaned his head into your neck, sobbing against your skin. He would stay with you, forever. "You are the love of my life. We'll go together. I love you..I love you..I love you."

Forever...

Johnny sat on the kitchen counter of Red Gate, watching his mom pack as summer ended.

"Oh, you're still here." Carrie said softly, holding a hand over her heart.

"I don't think I can leave.."

"Are you alone?" Carrie frowned and walked towards her son, reaching out like she could touch him but she knew she couldn't.

"No, I'm not alone." Johnny smiled genuinely, his eyes flickering to yours as you leaned on another counter.

You winked at Johnny and made yourself comfortable. Carrie couldn't see you, but you knew she knew you were there.

"I should have known." She smiled softly and said her goodbye to Johnny before leaving Beechwood.

Summer was ending for most but not you. Here with Johnny it was summer forever and you intended on enjoying it. You had both suffered enough.

Johnny walked to you, pulling you against his chest. "You're a hot ghost."

You let out a genuine laugh. "Why thank you my super hot ghost boyfriend."

"Nah baby, we are husband and wife now. Been through too much to just be your boyfriend. So, I'm your super hot ghost husband."

Laughing, you lean your head on his. "I love you."

"I love you too." Johnny said softly and kissed you. Everything stilled.

This was never the ending you wanted. It wasn't the future you had planned. You never thought forever would become so literal. But with Johnny at your side..you'd make it work.

He was your happy ending, the one person that made you feel light. The laughter, the smiles, the happiness. It was all him. Adventures never ended, the love only grew, and maybe in some twisted way this was a happy ending. You had Johnny, that was all that really mattered.

Our field of dreams engulfed in fire Your arson's match, your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life...

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[midgarangel]

ꗃ plaything | cloud strife ☁️

summary: pretty much a sequel to “i could use your help.”

contents: nsfw! cloud strife x fem reader, movie night, full on switch cloud lets gooo, choking, penetration, more whimpering whaaa who said that!? fake jealous needy reader who just wants an excuse to give cloud hickeys.

words: 2.5k

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His room was much more illuminated considering the amount of candles you made him. It had been a week since your spontaneous night with Cloud. Right now he was on an outing with Jessie, something about finding more supplies for the next few missions. Meanwhile you were spinning in his desk chair waiting for him to come back.

There was laughter and conversation coming from down the hall. Soon a key entered the lock and in came the man of the hour.

“Night Cloud!!!!” Jessie shouted.

“Night Jessie.” He walked in, closed the door, and took a long inhale, sniffing the room. Happy to see you here, he knew you’d be here.

“Vanilla?”

“Yeah. Do you like it?” You asked waiting for his approval, kicking your feet back and forth.

“S-alright.” He hung up his armor then rummaged for loungewear. Settling on some gray sweats and a black t-shirt. You shamelessly watched him undress then get dressed.

“Eyes up here.” He said shaking his head smirking.

You rolled your eyes playfully,

“..You know she has a crush on you right?”

“Jessie?”

“Yes Cloud, who else?”

“You sound jealous.”

“Wha- I-”

“Someone’s jealous.”

He adjusted his clothes then walked over to you. pinching your cheek and popping a chocolate in his mouth. You brought chocolate? How sweet. Noting you were wearing a cute sleep set too. Something about your outfits really got him going.

“Am not…just…she’s pretty obvious. ”

“You have nothing to worry about.” Cloud said chuckling, now caressing your face. You fell into his touch.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

—

About 45 minutes into the movie you were getting a bit bored. Even though you loved the movie currently on, practically begging Cloud to give it a chance, you couldn’t focus.

Especially because of the position you both were in. You sat in between his legs up against his chest. Popcorn bowl on your lap, he’d reach for some. Seemingly very interested in the movie you chose.

His other hand resting on your stomach, close to where you wanted him to touch you most.

“Aw man I hope he gets out of the cave.” Cloud said as he grabbed some more popcorn.

You knew the scene he was referring to, you had seen it already. Instead your mind was coming up with ways to distract him. You wiggled a little pretending to get comfy.

Cloud laughed at the next scene.

“Yeah he’s done for. No way they’re getting out of there.”

And so were you. You were aching, this was torture.

You wiggled a bit more, this time turning over on your side so your cheek was on his chest.

“All good?” He asked looking down at you.

“Mhm.” You replied tracing the veins on his arms, then his hands.

He was invested in the movie but couldn’t help but wonder what you were up to.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Admiring.”

Admiring?

“My arm?”

“And your hand.”

“Right.” He flexed his arm for you jokingly.

You wanted to bite him at this point. He was driving you insane.

“Kinda want them on me.” You said quietly.

“Oh.”

Oh?

You got up sitting on your heels still inbetween him. Essentially blocking his view of the movie.

He gasped a little when you gave him a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth. Straddling him, you guided one of his hands to your hip and the other to your neck, urging him to squeeze a bit.

He raised an eyebrow at you, hesitant to do it. You made a noise he wanted to hear all night. Very turned on by his hand around your throat. Then with a smile you took your hand and placed it on his neck, not choking just yet.

“Is this ok?”

Cloud nodded fervently. Your pretty, little fingertips wrapping around him, feeling his rapid pulse against your hand.

“You’re enjoying this yeah?” He could tell you were, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“So are you.” You rebutted not giving him the satisfaction.

You held his neck a little tighter then let go making him shamelessly gasp. Tracing his lips then his jawline, all the way to his neck you just had your hand on.

“Cloud you’re so pretty.”

He was blushing but you couldn’t tell with how dark the room was.

You kissed his neck a bit, he sighed into it. Still grinding on him here and there, the movie was forgotten at this point, playing in the background.

“Wanna mark you…” You said hazily, still kissing and licking his neck.

You heard a strained ‘Fuck’ fall from his lips. He couldn’t fucking breathe. He was seeing stars.

“Wanna make Jessie jealous.”

“She’s just a f-friend..”

Of course she was. You knew she was. But it couldn’t hurt to let her assume Cloud was taken just by glancing at his neck on their next mission right?

“Wanna make you my plaything.” Was the last thing you said.

His hands holding your hips tighter once he felt you suck. One hickey right under his ear, the other on the side of his neck.

The realization has a cute moan leaving his lips as he feels hot all over at your debaunched behavior. He wanted to do the same to you, maybe later.

“Plaything?” Cloud asked.

You nodded watching his next move.

He took your hand back toward his throat, guiding it there, his own fingers pressing yours into place.

“Do it again… harder this time.”

Your stomach flipped, a mix of nerves and something electric sparking through you. Curling your fingers around his neck, feeling the pulse thudding under your grip. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, watching you, daring you.

You tightened your hold just enough. His head tipped back, a low groan rumbling out of him, eyes fluttering half-shut.

“l-like that? i-is that fine?” You whispered, unsure but caught up in the way he was looking at you, like you’d just unlocked something he didn’t even know he wanted.

“More than fine…” He breathed, hands digging into your thighs, urging you closer. “Please don’t stop.”

Keeping a steady pace as your hips grind over his, it felt delicious. Though it was getting hot and your clothes were acting as barriers.

He groans, leaning back down, nosing against the soft spot beneath your jaw. He doesn’t wanna stop but he’s so painfully hard against your shorts he's fucking leaking.

“..Can you lay down for me?”

His tough demeanor melting more and more every time you guys were together. You giggled at his sudden request, lying yourself down underneath him.

Cloud laughed softly. His eyes searching yours while his thumb trailed up the side of your neck to angle your face and give him more access. The way you might look helpless, pinned beneath him like this, but the way he knows you're anything but.

He loves that about you, how you never back down, how you can flip the tables on him. How you end up straddling his hips, your thin fingers, so much stronger than they look, wrapped around his throat. The coolness of your fingertips as you squeeze them gently making his vision blur with want.

But that was a few moments ago, this is different. Half of your clothes discarded somewhere on his floor.

"Fuck," he breathes out.

His erection straining against the inside of his boxers as it presses against your bare abdomen. A lift of your hips is all the indication he needs from you to tell him that you're as desperate for this as he is right now, and so he gingerly begins to slide one of his hands down the front of your shorts.

His touch dips under the waistband, before you can process the sensation, you realize that he's moving down into your panties too. One thing that you are very aware of is the fact that he never tries to break eye contact while he does all of this.

“Ahh.." you moan, your brows pinching up as you feel his warm fingertips brush over your throbbing, sensitive nub.

He was hardly touching you, but it was enough to get the fire roaring within. It was more than enough. He knew all the right ways to touch you. All the right spots to squeeze and caress, which seemed crazy considering you had to guide his hand towards your throat earlier.

He smiles gently, his eyes now moving to gaze down at your lips. The pads of Clouds fingers begin to play with your clit, rubbing soft and incessant circles over the ball of nerves as you start to squirm on the bed.

His head leans back down to kiss your neck and your hands shakily grab onto his shoulders. A laugh escapes him, coating your flesh in a bath of warm air, while he feels your nails dig into him. Even over the fabric of his cotton tee shirt he can feel this, and he winces slightly before the sting of your grip dissolves into pleasure and he starts to moan along with you.

A few more minutes of this continues. The band in your stomach is stretched more and more until it feels like it's about to snap, and then-

"I really need you," Cloud murmurs against your skin, his fingers coming to a pause as he pulls his face from the crook of your neck to look down into your dazed eyes.

You blink a few times, feeling the numbing pressure in your pussy start to fade as he unintentionally edges you.

"Yes..please.. I need you too..” You softly whimper. Your hands reaching up to needily tug at his shirt.

The moment the words leave your mouth, he's letting out soft breathy moans and grinding his clothed pelvis against your thigh. You can feel him throbbing through the fabric, and now you're certain you can't wait much longer. Neither can he.

Your hands pull on his shirt again, forcing his face back down close to yours, "I want you inside of me.."

A groan and a grunt later, he's scrambling to pull his shirt off, and then his sweatpants. His strong calloused hands are gently tugging your shorts down as well. Cloud doesn't want to waste time on the act of undressing. Sure, he liked being tender and going slow most times but now wasn’t the time.

The more that he felt himself leaking into his underwear, the more he needed to feel your pussy grip around his cock.

When your panties are pulled down with your shorts, Cloud lets out a groan as he sees the fabric connecting with your delicate flesh by a glistening string of arousal from your heat.

"You’re unreal." He huffs.

“No you.” You stare back at him adoringly.

His tongue moving to dip out over his bottom lip involuntarily. He pushes your shorts and panties down the rest of the way, and you urgently kick them off onto the room's floor.

After he moves back up, one of his hands reaches down once again to your cunt. His fingers gently brush over your slicked-up folds, causing your body to jolt and shudder as you struggle to remain quiet.

In the next instant, you feel his touch leave your body and you watch in awe as he brings his fingers up to his lips to suck your juices off of them. He rolls your wetness around over his tongue and his eyes roll back a little. He can't help it—you just taste so fucking good.

"Cloud…” You whisper, "c'mon.. just-I want you to-"

You're cut off when the man hovering over your form moves his fingers from his mouth and down to yours, effectively shutting you up.

"Suck," he whispers.

You do as you're told instantly, parting your lips to engulf his middle and ring finger in wet heat; your drool pools over his fingertips as your tongue swirls around them and tastes the mix of his saliva and the remnants of your arousal.

He watches with bated breath as you do this, his eyes never leaving your face, and he can’t stop himself from pushing his hard, clothed dick against your bare cunt. Your eyes flutter. A string of whimpers echo out into the room from your chest, and you can feel more of your wetness slide down from your entrance.

Cloud keeps his fingers in your mouth as he uses his other hand to pull his hard-on out of his black boxer briefs, groaning as he taps your clit with the tip of it a few times. Each time his leaking head touches your sensitive parts, your hips buck up. He didn't think it was physically possible to get as turned on as he was right then.

The feeling of your heady moans around his fingers cause them to vibrate, and he leans down close to your face on instinct.

Your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes blink open and you whimper as he uses his digits to gently force your lips to part so that he can shove his tongue past them. Cloud licks at the inside of your mouth, groaning while he subtly removes his fingers and brings them down to your clit once more.

He slots your bundle of nerves between his index and middle finger, sliding them up and down to effectively stroke over your most sensitive area as you feel his dick prodding at your hole.

While his tongue laps over yours, his mouth eagerly swallowing the obscenely loud moans you're letting out as your climax approaches once again, he begins to slide his tip into you. Your eyes instantly open wide before your face scrunches up in pleasure and your hands desperately paw at his shoulders.

This is what you had been wanting since you turned that beloved yet forgotten movie on earlier.

He slides in another inch and then he bottoms out completely, filling you whole. With his twitching length as he pulls his face back from your lips to gasp softly.

You look up at him as his brows furrow, and you wriggle underneath him as he lets out a soft growl.

"You're so tight-fuck..you feel so good." He murmurs lowly, his eyes on yours as he starts to slide himself slowly back out before thrusting back in.

“Harder? Please Cloud..”

“Yeah?” He smirks, breathing heavily.

“Mhmm..”

He leans up so that his back is straight, and he gazes down at you while he slides his hands under your form to gingerly cup your lower back.. and then he's pounding into you without further warning.

Your back arches up from his hold. Each movement of his hips results in a lewd squelch as his pelvis slaps into the underside of your ass.

He's groaning and moaning above you, watching your every move as you squirm around and take him properly. You wanna be good for him. He can tell. He wants to be good for you too.

Whimpers and needy whines are forced out of you as he fucks you with abandon into the mattress, and your mind is forced back into reality once you feel his hands move from your back to your sensitive tits.

"Are you gonna cum? You're squeezing down on me.” He breathes out, a loud groan cutting his words off as he tips his head back. His thrusts grow sloppier,

"Oh god, oh fff-u-uck.."

"Ye-mmmf..yes.." You hoarsely and brokenly moan out, unable to fully give him an answer. Your hands fist the cool sheets under you as your legs start to involuntarily squeeze together with the onslaught of your impending orgasm.

Cloud brings his head back up to look down at you, and he shakes his head, sliding his hands down from your breasts to your legs to lift them up and spread them apart gently but forcefully.

"Keep them spread.. I know you're close," he says softly to you.

"I promise I'll let you come.. just keep being good for me.. I'm almost there.." He continued.

Once his words fill your fuzzy head, you can't help but let out an obscenely loud—borderline-pornographic—moan as your thighs shake in his hold. His cock slams into you faster, but with less and less precision. He bites his lip before his jaw slacks and he lets out an equally loud moan to accompany your filthy noises.

"You're so fucking pretty... you're so— you feel so damn good," he babbles gruffly, his touch digging into your legs as his hips rashly thrust his throbbing length in and out of your sopping pussy.

You nod, unsure of what to say or how to even respond in the state that your body is in. You're somehow limp and tense at the same time, your body shivering as your back arches up again.

"I— I'm gonna—!" you gasp out in a shaky whimper.

He moans at your words, fucking you deeper and messier, before he leans down over you and you can feel his broad toned chest press against yours.

"Say it.." he breathes out against your ear in a soft groan. His hand reappearing this time on your neck.

You moan deeply, shuddering under him as your cunt starts to rhythmically tighten around him.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine, nearly sobbing.

"Fuck," he groans, "yeah? Say it again for me."

"I'm gonna cummm-!"

"Gonna cum on my dick?"

You nod helplessly, your arms wrapped around his flushed upper back as his cock slides in and out of you, his tip constantly brushing up against that special spot in your velvety walls hidden just a couple inches inside.

Before you can process what's going on, your body is overwhelmed with an overpowering heat as the last thing you distinctly feel is one of Clouds hands moving down your lower abdomen to then rub circles over your swollen bud with his thumb. And that's all it takes — you’re thrown over the edge.

He groans harshly and loudly against your warm skin before his hips stutter with the feeling of your hole pulsing around him. He keeps his digit rubbing incessant, soft circles over your clit to prolong your orgasm as he forces himself to pull out with a gasp.

As you moan tremblingly and bask in your afterglow, you try to catch your breath as you shakily push yourself up onto your elbows just in time to watch Cloud squirt out a thick load over your torso. Rope after rope of sticky white fluid drips and gushes from his cock and between his fingers as he jerks himself off. Whimpering deeply over you and letting out little "fuck’s” and "oh my god’s” and "yes’s.”

He breathes heavily, biting his lip as he watches your body shake. He loves the way his cum looks on your beautiful body.. it's like liquid pearl splattered all over you. He takes several mental pictures of the scene in front of him before he collapses on top of you with a soft grin.

You chuckle breathily, wrapping your arms around him as your warm bodies stick together in the aftermath, and he presses two soft kisses to your neck. One of your hands slides up from between his shoulder blades to run some of your fingers through his messy spiky hair. He shivers and sighs, sliding his hands under your body to hold you closer to him.

A small period of comfortable silence is held between you two as you both work to catch your breaths, before Cloud is the one to break the quiet with a soft murmur into your shoulder.

“That was a great movie.”

“Stopppp!” You said laughingly.

“What? It was! Perfect ending.” He kissed your shoulder.

You and Cloud spent the rest of the night enjoying eachothers company.

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this is my longest fic on this acc so far!! as always, i hope you enjoyed xx <3

[gorgeous777]

Hellooooo!! If its okay, could you pls do a fic with established severus × wife reader (who is also a professor) who hits his humor PERFECTLY‼️

Im talking, biting his tongue, turning red, FIGHTING to keep his composure and not burst out laughing from something she says or does, ESPECIALLY IN THe GREAT HALL‼️

He has a reputation🙄 he cant be caught giggling!

(But in the end, he eventually bursts into laughter during one of the staff meetings, leaving dumbledore and McGonagall jawdropped)

I FIND THIS SO FUNNY TO ME HELPPPP

Foolish, Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

A/N: Tried my absolute best with this. As always, not proof read or edited

Enjoy!

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When Severus took on his job at Hogwarts, you were quick to follow. It was shortly after the two of you married, and you didn't like the idea of him being away for the majority of the year. And so began the next several years of your lives as two professors with the same last name. It mostly causes confusion for the first years, but given some time they sort it out. One of the biggest contributors to sorting the two of you from each other was your drastic polar opposite personalities.

Severus was well.. Himself, in the gentlest of terms. While you loved him, he made it very hard for anyone else, especially students too as well. And you? You were fun and easy to talk to or approach. Just about everything Severus wasn't on the outside. Luckily for you, you got to see what was on the inside as well. And boy did you love to abuse that. Part of knowing the eye of the storm was knowing what brought it out.

The easiest way to achieve that was through humor. Believe it or not, the man is capable of laughter. And a lot of it at that. Much to his annoyance and embarrassment, you poked fun at that during the worst possible times. It'd be fine if it was just the two of you alone, like in your chambers or after office hours. But no. That would be far less entertaining for you.

There was a small period of time where you had some difficulty finding ways to keep up your mischief, however. Harry Potter had come to Hogwarts and just opened up a whole world of bad memories for the man. While it wasn't the child's fault he was the spitting image of his father, your husband's biggest bully, you still sympathized with him. And then Gilderoy Lockhart got hired. That window got reopened because of it. If there was one thing Severus found funny it was making fun of stupid people. And who was a better target than Lockhart?

From the moment that man sat down at the High Table you cooked up about half a million jokes to make about him. The moment the blonde laid eyes on you he got it into his head that you would have the hots for him. He was a celebrity after all. He was yet to find a woman he wanted that didn't want him in turn. During the first feast of the year/sorting ceremony, he was quick to sit beside you. Luckily though, Severus was already on your other side.

"Hello"

You slowly turn to look at the blonde, confused and baffled by his audacity. You were literally just in the middle of a conversation with your husband.

"Uhm.. Hi?"

"I'm Gilderoy Lockhart, though you probably already knew that" while boasting, he wore that signature arrogant smile and ran a hair through his hair. You were unimpressed.

"Right.. I'm Y/N Snape," you pull back, gesturing to the man on your other side. "and this is my husband Severus"

Severus, ever the cherub, met Gilderoy with the nastiest sneer he could muster. Instantly the blonde faltered. He fumbled over his words and gave a very cowardly greeting before quickly turning his attention to whoever was sitting on his other side. You scoff, turning to face your husband.

"Ridiculous. I could have sworn common sense was more common in our generation"

Severus gave a brief eyebrow raise at your comment, taking a sip of his drink. That one wasn't so funny, but at least you got a good reaction out of him. And fortunately for you, Gilderoy had an insatiable habit of making an utter fool of himself. During the first week of the term he very obnoxiously expressed that.

He went and gave every member of staff a copy of every book he'd ever written. Severus was quick to immediately throw all of them away. In front of Gilderoy. You however, kept them and read them. After all, you needed some sort of ammunition against the man. It wasn't an easy feat though. If anyone with a brain read his books after spending more than ten seconds with him they could see he was a liar and a fat mouth. During dinner in the Great Hall during dinner one night, the hedonistic fool was back at it. Though, he never really stopped to begin with.

Growing tired of listening to his endless boasting while waiting for everyone to show up to the meeting, you leaned over to Severus in the most nonchalant way you could.

"The other day he tried to flirt with me again"

"If only you were adaptable to his charm." Severus drawled, giving his eyes a roll.

"He tried to tell me that he knew a thing or two about potions himself. In case I ever got tired of constantly going to you. Even claimed he could easily tutor you."

Severus clenched his jaw tightly, his eyes narrowing dangerously at the blonde man a few seats down.

"And what did you tell him?"

"That hair gel doesn't count"

"Y/N, Snape. How are you this fine evening?"

Your husband choked out a snort of laughter, then instantly composing himself. You grinned widely at his reaction. Finally, a good one out of him. A few teachers within vicinity caught his choked snicker and turned to look at the otherwise brooding man in confusion. A few students seemed to have noticed it as well, not sure if he was in pain or not.

He glared at you out of the corner of his eye, to which your grin grew into a smirk. So Gilderoy was the perfect source of comedy after all. Noticing the attention shifting from him to Severus, Gilderoy wasted no time turning his attention to the two of you.

Severus gave Gilderoy a less than pleased look. The man had recently taken to only addressing to you by first name and Severus by last. And by no means were you on a first name basis with him.

"Splendid! My husband and I were just talking about your genius"

"Oh you were? Hah, yes. It is rather extraordinary, isn't it?"

"Your pension for total ignorance in every word coming out of your mouth? Yes, yes I dare say it is"

Severus' lips tightened into a very firm thin line, holding back another snicker. What you said wasn't all that funny, sure. But rather Gilderoy's reaction is what got him. He flicked his eyes away, shoulders tensing. Gilderoy, fumbled. Like he did everytime you said something mean to him.

"W-Well, what is ignorance to some is pure genius to others. It's a matter of opinion really"

"I'm sure. You would know all about that, wouldn't you?"

Severus then got up and left the Hall, practically holding his breath. Your gall was part of why he married you, but he despised it a little now. There were a few incidents similar to that one later on, but when Severus really broke wasn't until the staff Yule party. Like every year, there was a secret Santa within the staff. Luckily, neither you or Severus got Gilderoy, or the other way around.

That didn't stop the theatrics, unfortunately. Gilderoy had gotten Minerva. You pitted her, knowing she thought the blonde as much as you and your husband did. He, as predicted, mad a total ass of himself during the gift exchange at the party. He had given Minerva his latest book and a signed picture of himself. As if she, or anyone in their right mind would want that. Let alone for Christmas.

You along with all of the staff alike were sat at a large table together. Gilderoy was sat next to Minerva, and you and Severus were directly across from the two. Gilderoy to you and Minerva to Severus. The blonde handed Minerva his gift, his usual proud smile on.

"Here you are my dear, no need to thank me. I know it's spectacular"

Minerva side eyed Gilderoy and then opened the wrapped parcel. After pulling the two things out and judging them for a moment, she gave a tight lipped thank you. You however, were not nearly as composed as your co-worker was.

"Are you serious?!"

You exclaimed, earning the attention of everyone.

"Who in this room other than yourself would ever, and I mean ever want that?! The whole purpose of the Secret Santa is to highlight how well we know on another! You could have at least had the decency to pretend to care about what Minnie would have liked!"

Gilderoy opened and closed his mouth a few times, attempting to speak but nothing came out but sputtering. The entire room was dead silent for a beat or two, everyone equally as socked as the other. And then it happened. The most glorious thing. Severus burst out into laughter. Not a snicker or snort. A full blown fit of raw, loud laughter. It only took a few moments of shock for his laughter to spread to other professors.

Soon the entire room was bubbling. You smiled. That was the best reaction you'd ever gotten from him by far.

[winterslve]

SUMMER LOVIN’ ‧₊˚ੈ johnny sinclair x fem!reader. fluff / first kiss / nostalgic summers at beechwood / childhood friends to lovers / intentional use of lowercase / not proofread / a/n at the end

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PROLOGUE

summer nine was where it begun.

it was where cadence begged her mother to bring you along to beechwood for the summer just as johnny had done the year prior with gat. where penny chirpily agreed to bring her daughters friend to the family island and have them grow closer. a girl of charm, brain and spirit that quickly fell under penny’s and sam’s approval with your sweet smile and true kindness.

you hadn’t been to massachusetts before this summer as your parents found going abroad to be much more thrilling than staying within the states, but you would pay thousands to relive that summer than go on any luxurious european vacation.

the boat ride over to the island was smooth, you’d remember it best compared to the choppy waters of the atlantic coast you’d sailed on previous to that moment. from the boat, the island was beautiful with many flowers in bloom across the shore. a large house came into view, and your cheeky grin met cadence’s as you both sat in your life vests.

when you docked, the entire sinclair family stood at the dock awaiting the eastmans arrival. sam was first off, giving penny, cadence and you a helping hand.

“mother! dad!” penny exclaimed, throwing her arms around her parents shoulders while sam gave ed a firm handshake. the wood beneath you and cadence creaked from your joint weight as you watched her parents greet their family. tipper found cadence first throughout the crowd of greetings from penny’s sisters. she smiled assuredly at you both, wrapping her hands around cadence and whispering a small - “my dearest cadence.”

penny came behind the woman and placed a hand on the small of your back. “this is cadence’s friend from school, y/n, the one we spoke about over the phone.” they all smiled the same way when you said a quiet “hello.” with a childish smile on your face, grinning assuredly as blond woman stood to greet you first.

carrie, you remember. she bent down to your height, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she spoke. “well aren’t you just gorgeous! why don’t you go over and meet the cousins, i’m sure mirren would love you.” she said kindly, watching you with that motherly love in her eyes.

you turned to where she gestured, eyes meeting a small group of kids your age that included cadence. a small girl with hair like cady’s but a smile that didn’t tell you all she was thinking. a tanned boy with dark hair and a gaze filled with enthusiasm for life stood between the two girls. and another blond boy with a presence made of coolness and snark, and deep blue eyes that stood out like the sea.

your eyes met carrie’s again, nodding at the woman when she stood to her full height and watched as you walked away, over to cadence and her cousins.

the adults went back to talking in their group and you undid the buckle of you life vest, tossing it beside the others when you met the cousins. “last one up the hill is a rotten egg!” johnny yelled before turning around and sprinting down the dock. gat followed after, then cadence right after him and then you, leaving mirren to try catch up. you passed out cadence, only stopping when you got to the top and layed down beside johnny.

cadence heaved when she reached you both, with gat behind her due to her tripping him at some point. “fast for a girl…” johnny muttered, eyeing you suspiciously while you leaned on your back, propping your elbows up. you raised a brow. “you’re just mad because you finally have some competition.” mirren spoke exasperatedly, falling to her knees after joining you all.

gat laughed and nodded his head in agreement, nudging the blonde boy slightly. cadence giggled at johnny’s annoyed expression and mirren only rolled her eyes. “c’mon mirren, let’s give y/n a tour!” the three girls stood tiredly, and left the boys on the hill as they walked the wooden walkway to the perimeter path.

only a few hours later that same evening, you five found yourselves on the small, rarely used beach by cuddledown. nobody ever used it, so you were alone. shoes had been discarded somewhere in the sand, a sign of carelessness and youth while you threw rocks against the waves that skidded across the water.

johnny whistled to himself and mirren played with the ends of her hair, you were tucked in beside cadence as you all sat in a circle. cadence wrote your names in the sand with a stick.

cadence, mirren, y/n, johnny, and gat. gat, johnny, y/n, mirren, and cadence.

the beginning of the liars.

the summer you turned 13, was where it got interesting. over the school year with cadence, you grew more mature and confident in yourself. you’d even been invited to a birthday party over the summer, you couldn’t go though - not with beechwood waiting.

your arrival was the same, the entire sinclair family gathered on the dock to greet you and the eastmans again. will sat playing in the sand, johnny stood near to the back wk to his hands in his pockets and gat waited a little nearer to the front than johnny, waving happily at you and cadence.

you were excited more than ever at this point.

july fourth came around sooner than normal that summer. clairmont was heavily decorated with red, white, and blue streamers that came from the ceiling and carefully chosen flower assortments that filled each empty space the house had to offer. cakes, candies, and snacks covered the indoor dining area, whereas the garden had many round tables with white linen cloth, holding charger plates while the food was being barbecued.

you decided to match outfits with cadence and mirren, who wore red and white while you wore a light blue dress. the five liars sat at the back once the two boys arrived. johnny wore a blue polo ralph lauren shirt that his mother most definitely bought him and beige shorts. which looked nice on him. gat came in the same style, a white button up and khaki shorts.

the day of fun led to s’mores on the main beach outside of clairmont, near the family dock. liberty, bonnie, and will found fun in throwing sand at you all as you ate your s’mores.

mirren groaned at her sisters antics, who were the leaders of the operation. “can we go to the beach near mine? it’ll be more quiet and we can get into the water without being yelled at.” she murmured, midway through her bite. gat held his sand-covered marshmallow between two fingers away from his body, nodding as he did so. “i think that would be best.”

the walk down the perimeter path was funny, johnny kept impersonating gat and how he talked so enthusiastically about silly things, then as he tried to defend himself, gat ended up sticking his food into a pile of dog waste the staff didn’t find earlier. you all cackled, heaving as the poor boy stood on one leg helplessly.

“let’s go inside, we’ll get you clean shoes and have this taken care of before the littles find it.” cadence laughed, linking her arm with gat’s and helped him walk. “my hands are all sticky! i’ll come with you and wash them.” mirren joined, placing a hand on her cousins shoulder while they looked at you and johnny. he only shrugged. “we’ll be on the beach!” you said happily.

the two of you sat side by side, talking about random things while you waited for the others to come back. “the romans would love this place.” johnny spoke, leaning back on his elbows nonchalantly. you furrowed you brows and he noticed. “good entertainment, people doing the work for them, i mean.” he continued.

you nodded slowly, confused at his random statement. “i’d be a good roman emperor, bossing people around like grandad. i’d rule by myself though, no empress to help.” he looked so sure of himself, confident in his words. it made you chuckle. “why no empress?” you asked, glancing back at his face.

he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, brushing off the question. “i wouldn’t need one. i’m the perfect lonesome ruler.” an airy laugh left your lips as you turned away, shaking your head.

“if you had to have one though, who would you pick?” you pressed further, eager to understand johnny better. he hummed slightly before answering. “you, probably.”

“me?”

your neck almost cracked when your head spun to meet his, confusion etched all over your face. he nodded, looking at you intently. “yeah.” he sat upright to further explain his point, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “you’re smart, you’re nice, you don’t order everyone around and you have a good face to parade across the city.”

silence fell upon you for a minute while you took in his words. really took in his words. “a good face huh?” you said in a sarcastic tone, raising a brow at him. “shut up.” you both laughed at that together, sound echoing across the water as you propped you head on your knees.

a quiet atmosphere grew upon you, not an awkward one, but a comforting one. “have you had your first kiss yet?” he asked softly, watching the side of your face intently. you shook your head slowly, lifting it off your knees as you whispered - “not yet.” johnny nodded in understanding. “have you?” you questioned, not making eye contact with the boy.

he shook his head in response, and you nodded like he did moments before. a pause followed, until he continued on. “do you want to?” you caught his eye for a second, and he could sense your weariness. “only to practise. s’not like i find you pretty or anything.” you pursed your lips as he smirked.

“only to practise, right?” you said quietly, looking at him closely. a soft “hm.” left his mouth in response. you only nodded twice, and muttered a soft “okay.” in assurance. to you or him, you didn’t know.

johnny leaned in slowly at first, and you swallowed whatever fear was growing in your throat as you grew closer. he stopped once your noses slightly bumped, and if you moved just a few centimetres closer you’d kiss, that’s what he wanted you to do. to confirm you wanted it.

you pushed your head forward, and your lips met in the middle. it was short and quick, but it wasn’t bad. he tasted sweetly, like the marshmallow he’d eaten earlier on the beach. a small smile grew on his face as both your cheeks reddened. “you taste like s’mores.” you giggle at him giddily, leaning your head on his shoulder as you both looked out onto the sea. “so do you.”

it wasn’t long before mirren’s giggles could be heard somewhere behind you, and you both glanced back. you smiled at them from a distance and you took your head from johnny’s shoulder. “i lied.” he said as the others walked nearer. “i do find you pretty.”

neither of you spoke of that moment afterwards, and you never told cadence or mirren about it either. but you’d both be lying if you said you didn’t think about it often, a lot more often than what both you and johnny let on.

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authors note!! okay prologue is pretty good and i’m happy with it, but i just want to let you all know that this first chapter is short because it’s the prologue and I’m basing this off the book because i have not seen the show as i do not have amazon prime. (upsetting, i know.) this will also not follow the plot of we were liars because the ending does not exist xx anywho, i hope y’all like it and comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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[harmeu]

Does This Look Good On Me?

    (Making Your Final Fantasy Partner Look At Your New Outfit)

(GN!Reader)

TW: Suggestive

Cloud Strife:

“Cloud Cloud!” You repeat enthusiastically, throwing your hands up and down trying to get your boyfriend's attention.

“Yes? What's so important that you're this excited?” He says tilting his head confused.

“I got a new outfit I want you to see me in!” You smile clapping your hands together.

“Sure. Go change.” He motions with his hands. You nod and then he grabs your shoulder. “You're not gonna change infront of me?” He gives a slight pouty look which you fluster and slap his hand away.

“You're not that lucky today.” You head to the bathroom to change into your new outfit. You come out in the beautiful garb and Cloud’s pupils dilate for a split second as a small blush lathered his face.

“You look pretty.” He averts his eyes trying not to show his blush to you.

“Thank you! I love this outfit so much~!” You twirl a bit. 

“You look better in my arms though.”

Sephiroth:

“Sephiroth!” You pop out from behind trying to get your boyfriend's attention.

“What is it this time?” He says looking at some paperwork clearly agitated from the amount.

“I got a new outfit and I want you to see me in it!” You say excitedly.

“As you can tell I’m busy.” Sephiroth flaps his hand away.

“Please Sephiroth?” You say pleadingly with puppy eyes. He sighs as his mouth parts.

“Fine. Make it quick.” He rubs his temples while you nod and rush to the bathroom quickly coming out in the outfit.

“What do you think?” You smile cheekily as you see Sephiroth flinch at the sudden change. His ears go a light pink which he covered with his long hair so you couldn’t see.

“It’s alright but. You’d look better without it on.”

Tifa Lockhart:

“Tifa!” You say hugging her from behind excitedly.

“Oh! Yes darling?” She says with a sweet smile surprised by your sudden enthusiasm.

“I want you to see me in a new outfit I recently bought!” 

“Oh? I’d love to! Though you look good in anything really.” She smirks while playing with a strand of your hair.

“You're one to talk.” You say back making her blush while heading to the bathroom to change. You come back and give her a full view. “Well what do you think?” You smile excited for her response.

“Woah.” She says softly eyes widened blushing. “You're so beautiful.” You blush at that statement and rapidly shake your hands in denial.

“Tifa!” You say flustered. She smirks and opens her mouth.

“I just wanna kiss you all over.”

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐄｡✿*

what they’re like when they’re jealous

𝐓𝐢𝐟𝐚 𝐋., 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡, 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐒., 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅.

| 𝐓𝐢𝐟𝐚 𝐋

𖢅 when Tifa is jealous she thinks she’s being subtle but she's actually not

𖢅 her expression changes from all smiley to a kind of distracted or hazy look

𖢅 Tifa will keep everything bottled up until she can get some private time with you to tell you about how she’s feeling

𖢅 she hates feeling jealous because it just makes her feel icky and possessive over you and she doesn’t want you to feel tied down

𖢅 jealous tifa gets a little insecure at times too like if your with someone who’s really pretty or someone she thinks is more attractive than her, she’ll get a bit insecure

𖢅 then she gets quiet and disinterested when jealous

𖢅 she gets all sad when she constantly tells herself that you don’t love her anymore no matter how many times she’s tried to push those thoughts away

𖢅 tifa would still be polite ofc but she would give short answers or responses opting to focus more on who’s got your attention

𖢅 overall, Tifa is pretty mature about her feelings but like many people she can also get a little insecure too. Nothing some good old communication can’t fix

The more Tifa watched you and Aerith talk amongst each other, she started to wonder: would they like me more if I was more extroverted? Maybe if I talked more, they would talk to me more than aerith? These negative thoughts and emotions made Tifa more and more insecure. She was tired of bottling up her feelings so she decided that later on that day she would tell you how she felt.

It was hard to say the least. Every time aerith would cling onto you, she gritted her teeth in opposition of the action. Fortunately, you saw how upset and quiet Tifa had been the whole day. Her responses were quick and short and although they were anything but polite, you could tell she wasn’t in a chatty mood. This wasn’t like her so on your way back to the rooms on the cruise ship, you opened your mouth to say something. To ask Tifa if she could talk with you but she spoke first: “Hey [name], can I talk to you privately?” she asked. “ Yeah of course” Tifa took your hand and led you to the front deck of the ship, where there were minimal people.

Facing the sunset mixed with colors of yellow and orange hues, and the refreshing breeze alongside the sound of waves colliding with the ship and the low chatter of the people on the front deck, relaxed Tifa. She was nervous to bring up the topic with you but she had to. “So…[name], I was wondering” she started. Turning to face you, she took yoir hand in hers and asked: “Do you like girls that are more extroverted? Like….Aerith maybe?” Looking at her with wide eyes, you asked yourself: what kind of question is that?! Noticing your surprise, she blushed and said “Well when everyone had been upstairs, I saw you and aerith talking and she had been so touchy with you and you seemed more happy around her so…” she paused and took a deep breath before muttering: “I just thought you’d like more outgoing and social people.” Raising your hand to hold her cheek you both made eye contact. “Oh Tifa….I love you just the way you are. The only girl I prefer is you. Not Aerith” you assured her. “ Tifa, I like you because you’re different from Aerith”

Tifa was overjoyed that you weren’t upset with her and you did truly love her (even if she already knew it). She rushed into a hug with you “I never knew you really felt that way” she mumbled “I’m glad” you wrapped your arms around her and held her tightly. “I love you, Tifa” “I love you too, [name]”

𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰

| 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡

𖢅 i think Sephiroth would be pretty good at masking his jealousy, and I think he doesn’t even get jealous anyway

𖢅 he thinks it’s silly plus he trusts you. So why be jealous?

𖢅 but you’re the only one who would know that he’s jealous, because of his killer glare he gives to people who he thinks isn’t deserving of your time

𖢅I also think he’d be like Tifa in the sense that he would make his responses short and quick

𖢅 if we’re talking about pre-nibelheim Sephiroth, then he would try his best to be as polite as he can but if it’s post nibelheim then…..he just won’t care 🤷🏾‍♀️

𖢅 pre-nibelhiem Sephiroth would find seeing people flirt with you amusing. Like “hahaha you really think you can take my s/o away from me, that’s funny”

𖢅 but post-nibelhiem Sephiroth, not so much. He’s really possessive.

𖢅 he’ll glare at the person until they leave, but if they don’t then he’ll come up to the two of you and take you away without saying anything

𖢅 like if he wants your attention he’s gonna get it (so spoiled)

When Sephiroth told you he wanted to join and help you with your errands, fairly surprised you. He would never join you when you went out for simple necessities like groceries, preferring to keep himself occupied with his work. It wasn't that he was neglectful, he was just a busy man and he had his missions to attend to. He told you this when he confessed his feelings for you while you were tending to his injuries from a battle he had.

He firmly told you that being my partner will be dangerous and I won’t always be there with you. You knew what life by his side would be like, and you knew you could handle it. You understood this and yet here you are, standing in front of him, about to walk out the door. “I thought you were busy with work?” You asked, with a teasing smile on your face. “Work can wait, I’d like to spend time with you.” he answered while turning to open the door. “It’s been awhile, no?” Humming in agreement, you took his hand and set off to the market. “Yes, it has.”

The time you had spent with Sephiroth, was very nice. You were so happy to finally spend some time together, after his prolonged absence. You missed his comforting presence so much. Walking together, hand in hand, you spotted a flower shop. “Let’s get some more flowers, the ones in the case at home are wilting” holding onto Sephiroth’s hand, you led him to the flower shop. The interior was decorated with different kinds of flowers that caught your attention.

The clerk greeted you and welcomed you both into the store. After greeting him back, you asked which flowers looked nicer in the sunlight. “Well, in my opinion, peonies look great in the light, but chrysanthemums are different,” he said while showing you a beautiful bouquet of white chrysanthemums. “Not only do chrysanthemums look better, they also pair nicely with the color of your eyes” you smiled sweetly at the compliment and thanked him.

“Would you like these in a vase?”

“Yes please” as he left to go get the vase, you heard Sephiroth chuckle. “Something funny?” You asked. “Not at all, it’s just that it seems he has a little crush on you” he smiled. “Jealous, much?”

“Hardly, I know you’re mine,” He teased, while leaning towards your ear, whispering: “And I’m sure you know that as well, darling”

𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐒.

𖢅 cloud would swear up and down all around that he isn’t jealous, but like Tifa, cloud’s jealousy is extremely obvious

𖢅 if he feels like you’ve been spending a lot of time with someone or he sees someone flirting with you then he’ll get all sulky and in his feels

𖢅 Cloud will brush off anyone who comes up and asks him if he’s okay

𖢅 As long as he pretends everything’s fine then it’s fine…..jk lol

𖢅 he just watches you and that person laugh together and it makes him a little sad

𖢅 on the inside he’s like “why isn’t my s/o talking to me 🙁“ but on the outside he’s like “ugh i don’t care 😒“ he wants to go talk to you and take you away but he doesn’t want people to think that big, strong, and nonchalant Cloud Strife is jealous.

𖢅 his pride gets in the way of him actually being the bigger person and walking up to you. But if he sees that you obviously don’t like the attention and the person trying to talk to you is getting more pushy and touchy, that’s when he’ll step in

𖢅 if you see cloud sulking in the corner and ask him what’s wrong he’ll brush you off and be petty “why don’t you ask your new boyfriend over there what’s wrong” he says while looking away.

𖢅 he claims he isn’t jealous but everyone knows he is

Cloud doesn’t like this one bit. Why does that guy keep bothering you? Surely he sees you’re not into him so why keep trying? Cloud scoffs at the guy who just sat down next to you at the bar. ‘Whatever’ cloud thinks while looking away ‘it’s not like I care, they can handle themselves’ But the sight of you two together and him flirting with you made his blood boil.

While staring at you and the mystery guy, cloud failed to notice heavy footsteps coming closer to him until a voice spoke up. “Never took you for the jealous type, Cloud” Barret chuckled loudly, while sipping on his alcoholic beverage. “I’m not jealous, don’t be stupid” cloud quips. “Well it seems like it to me, better watch out before they run off with someone else,” Barret laughs after patting cloud on the back.

You hear Barret’s boisterous laugh and turn around to find cloud, once you both lock eyes you turn to the man who’s been flirting with you for who knows how long, you tell him for the nth time that you have to get back to your boyfriend. He protests but you leave before he can actually get a word in. “Cloud, what’s wrong?” You ask “Nothing, im fine” you frowned at his response, and took a moment to think. Why is he being so standoffish? but then it clicked for you. “Ah, so you were jealous huh?” You teased. Cloud looks away and doesn’t answer. You chuckled a little at his stubbornness and lace your hand with his. Cloud’s eyes widen a bit at your unexpected display of affection and gets a little stiff, but a second later he relaxes.

“Don’t worry Cloud, I only love you, no one else.”

𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰𑇍𐫰

𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅.

𖢅 Zack is more upfront about his jealousy than all the others

𖢅 when he’s jealous Zack pouts a little and sulks

𖢅 it’s funny to see energetic and pumped up Zack Fair getting sulky because his s/o is talking to someone else that’s not him

𖢅 Zack gets a little petty too but it’s short lived

𖢅 Zack will go up to you and whoever is talking to you and try to get your attention and lead you somewhere else

𖢅 He’ll make subtle snarky comments about the person before saying he was just joking

𖢅 once that person is gone Zack will cling onto you more than he already does

𖢅 Zack definitely flirts with you more than normal when jealous

𖢅 he’d also deny that he’s jealous too

Zack and you decided to take a walk around the SOLDIER base since he was on break, but Zack had been called to help with something so he had to leave while telling you he’d be back soon. Once Zack got done with his work he immediately went back to you only to find another SOLDIER flirting with you. His s/o! He couldn’t believe it. Everyone knew that you and Zack were together so why was he flirting with you?

Zack races over to where you are and tries to direct your attention to him. “Hey, [name] is this guy bothering you?” He questions. You open your mouth to answer his question before getting cut off by the other SOLDIER “No we were just talking, right [name]? They are exceptionally good looking after all” you scoff and roll your eyes.

Zack brightens at his fellow comrade’s ‘compliment’ and smiles. “I know! [name] is definitely the prettiest person ever” the SOLDIER looks back at you and says he’d be a better match for you than Zack could ever be.

Zack’s face twists into disbelief “says the guy who couldn’t even get through basic training before calling it quits” he sneers.

The man to your right glared at Zack and opened his mouth to refute zack’s claim but closed it when you grab your boyfriend’s hand and swiftly walk away as to not make a scene. “Ugh, can you believe that guy? The nerve to say that right in front of me” you grumble angrily.

“Yeah that was crazy, but you wanna know what else is crazy?” You look at him curiously then say what. “Us not kissing right now”

[demialwrites]

FF7 Sex-Related Mishaps

Tseng

Once was so quiet during the deed the other person assumed he didn't enjoy himself and ghosted him in embarrassment

VP Rufus Shinra

Is a biter. Once during a drunken one-night stand, he bit them way too hard, and had to stay home with a slap mark on his cheek or get scolded by dad

Reno

Once was so loud that it disturbed his neighbours and several of them complained. He just as loudly told them to their faces to fuck off

Elena

Same scenario as Reno, except she died of embarrassment behind her door after shutting it

Rude

Sometimes tries out adventurous positions that take advantage of his height. Once, they both fell and hit their heads

Cid

Once was so enthusiastic, he hit his forehead on the headboard, backed up holding his head, then fell on the floor

Tifa

While still learning how to say no, she tried out several things she didn't want to and refuses to speak about it to this day

Zack

Once told politely that he talks too much. This is because his dirty talk is so tame that it's a distraction

Pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth

Once pushed the other person's stamina too far and they passed out, making him panic

Cloud

Once left in the middle of night, leaving the other person assuming that he didn't enjoy himself and changed his mind about being into them

[kissami]

when you didn’t give them a kiss before work

this was heavily inspired by multiple ppl, I wanted to do my version with ff7 characters :3 zack is so unhinged

song to listen to: turn it up - pinkpantheress

Cloud:

Zack:

Tifa:

Aerith:

[midgarangel]

nsfw alphabet dom!sephiroth

contents: unhinged sephiroth hc’s, dom!sephiroth x sub!reader, protective/possessive seph, p*rn w feelings, somnophilia, marking, yandere/stalker archetype mentioned in “j.”

— ʚɞ

a · aftercare

It usually goes like this. You remain pressed together, him inside you, above you, gentle kisses dropped onto your oversensitized skin. He is the only thing that exists, your entire world, all-encompassing, a universe of comfort and love and searing heat. You are far beyond words, and even your tears have stopped running, but it doesn’t matter, because he feels his heart beat in tandem with yours, your soul intertwined with his. Your cunt occasionally clenches around his still somewhat hard cock, but he doesn’t move, careful not to hurt, but loathe to leave your warmth. He wants you to feel how much he loves you, because words will never feel good enough. And right now, after loving you so thoroughly that you are both still shaking, he slowly pulls out, slipping two of his fingers inside you to help you slowly close up, minding the whines that tumble out of your mouth, minding your clit, oversensitive from his abuse. “i’ve got you.” and he settles on his side, facing you, pulling you into him, to kiss and caress and hold you until you fall asleep in his arms.

b · body part

Sephiroth likes his body more for functionality than aesthetics. That can’t be said for his hair though. At first, he liked that he was strong, big, and tough enough to deal with the abuse his father and his shitty environment threw at him. He likes how he’s always been so agile and fast. Always catching others by surprise, their incredulous eyes when his masamune is in their throat before they even see him move. He loved when he could finally fight back and win. Then, he came to love and hate in equal parts the way others looked at him, trying to gauge if they wanted to talk to him or run from him. He knows how tall he is, and that his muscles are packed, the width of his shoulders. He likes his dexterous hands, he likes his strong jaw and smooth voice, how it makes anyone shake a little bit. He loves that he can pick you up and manhandle you so easily, like his body was made to worship and adore yours. He likes his cock too, even though you were weary of it at first, not sure if it would fit. He lives for the way it takes everything in you to take him. How he breaks you apart every time, threading the line between pleasure and pain, between worship and desecration. He goes insane for your pussy, his own personal heaven, made for him to lick and fuck and breed. Loves your thighs and covers them in bite marks, your legs wrapped around him, loves your pretty tummy and the way it goes all taut when you’re on your hands and knees as he presses on your back until your arms give out. He loves your dainty hands in his. He loves your neck with his teeth and his kisses, holding your life in his hands. He’ll sometimes possessively grope your ass out of nowhere, just to make you jump, and he loves fondling your tits in the crudest, most vile way possible, to make his good girl squirm and blush, reminding you that your his. A contrast to when he lays on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, your hands running through his hair, making delicious little shivers run down his spine, his hips and into his cock. And what makes his heart burst and his eyes twitch, what makes him so unbelievably hard, is your face, all of the thousand different smiles you have, your plush lips and your delicate teeth, your sweet tongue, your nose he can’t stop kissing, your jewel-like eyes he has to make himself look away from, your elegant cheekbones and the curve of your jaw. The little beauty marks in random places. Can’t forget about your voice, soothing him and exciting him in turn. Sometimes it almost makes him hate himself, that he was born to kill and ruin and destroy, that this is what he is the absolute best at, when all he wants to do is worship your beauty and your life. He’ll have to settle for sex, to make up for all he cannot say.

c · cum

He’s only a man, isn’t he? It’s natural to want to come inside you all the time, he reassures himself. It’s biology. He loves when you swallow him down too, begging for his cum down your throat, on your face too sometimes. He had to pull out of you (ignoring your frustrated whines) to make himself come on your stomach so many times when you were just starting to mess around. Now that he knows the absolute ecstasy of emptying himself deep inside you, of filling you up, making you utterly his, he’s never, ever pulling out again.

d · dirty secret

His intelligence and terrifying laser-focus, his ability to strategize and predict an exact outcome. Mind tricks and invincibility, combined with his physical abilities and talent for violence, it made him a dream for shinras science department and would have made him a nightmare for such a sweet girl if he didn’t love you so much. Being on the receiving end of his full, undivided, eternal attention feels like standing in the eye of an omniscient god who just really, really wants what’s between your thighs, what’s behind your ribs, what’s inside your skull. His frequent deployments and ventures mess even more with his need to claim you, and your need to be claimed, to be held and possessed by him, and because you’re so smart, you do some research and shyly suggest that he give you a toy only he could control. His brain fully stops functioning for a moment, especially since you bring this up during a fully clothed conversation about your mutual feelings. You take his silence for hesitation, or even worse, rejection, so you give him some more arguments, about how you both love and crave when he orders you around and you obey him perfectly, the relief and sense of rightness that floods you both when you’re at his mercy. How he gets off on telling you you’re his, his and only his, making you repeat it back to him. When his hand rests around your throat at all times without squeezing, just because he needs to feel you with him. When he rewards you endlessly for being such a good girl for him, for keeping yourself safe like he taught you, for sucking his dick when he told you to, for showing him how wet his voice makes you. You say all that, and he says “Anything for you.” in that voice of his, desire burning in his eyes.

e · experience

Not much but that doesn’t mean he can’t fuck. Sephiroth was primarily focused on his goals and his connection to Jenova, not on romantic relationships. But then you came along. In a way you helped guide eachother. He hears your wants and needs, turning them into realities. You learn from eachother.

f · fav position

He loves it all, with a preference for anything that allows him to see your face, all of your blushing, see how you look up at him in pure adoration and love. He needs something that allows him to cage you in, hold you against him, all safe and sound, for him to position however he wants. He’s a big fan of fucking you on your back with your ankles crossed behind his neck, folding you until you’re completely at his mercy, opened up for him to take. Really loves fucking you on your side as well, especially in the middle of the night, under the covers, with you all tangled in his arms, your leg high on his waist, every inch of you pressed against him. Prone doggy works really well too, especially when he covers you with his heavy body, better than any weighted blanket, to take away all your anxieties and help you focus on nothing else than receiving his love, and giving him all of yours. Sometimes he takes you against a wall, when he wants to show off his strength, but your height difference can make it somewhat awkward.

g · goofy

Sephiroth = very dry, and dark, sense of humor. He can be witty at times. When you first began your relationship, he tried so hard to make you laugh even if the jokes were awkward, so you’d relax and feel safer with him. He allowed you to make little jokes in bed, because he knew the tension was hard on your poor nerves. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous either. The nervousness melted away eventually.

h · hair

Sephiroths not very hairy on the rest of his body, courtesy of his light hair. The hair on his head is a different story. Sometimes during sex you’d pull on it without realizing, earning a graon and a, “Do that again.” from above you.

i · intimacy

Any sort of relationship with Sephiroth will need a stupendous amount of trust and intimacy to even exist in the first place. He, just like you, is far too intense, too odd, too traumatized to allow for regular human feelings and relationships. Sex with him feels like you could drown if you aren’t careful. If he didn’t keep you conscious and swimming in his arms, in the tsunami of feelings and sensations you bring to each other. It feels like a declaration of love every time, and you cry under him more than a few times (he’s always so proud of you for giving him so much). Everything about living with Sephiroth is intimate, the s necklace around your neck, the ache between your legs, his scent in your bed, his kisses whenever he’s close to you, his voice permeating your dreams. When you bring him a glass of water while he’s doing reading, and he loops an arm around your hips to bring you closer. He looks up at you just long enough to kiss your hip in thanks, and you curl up with your own book on the couch opposite to him, not prying in his business, but still present. He takes you to bed twenty minutes later. When he makes you strip in front of him while he sits with his legs spread. When you both wake up in tandem at three on some random thursday night, overcome with love, even though you already had each other not five hours ago, you lift your leg over his hip he can slide inside of you. Your face pressed against his throat, while he mumbles insane words about how much he loves you, thanking you for letting him inside you, that he knows it hurts, and you’re his little slut and he loves you to death.

j · jerk off

Sephiroth has this uncanny ability to dominate his environment, to use every single piece of sensory information, of material component for his own purposes. He remembers every sensation, every ache, every movement. He remembers every pleasure, every taste, every feel. When he’s deployed, thousands and thousands of miles away from you, the only thing that can put him to sleep is to drown himself in every sensory memory he has of you. When he’s sharing living areas with his fellow soldiers, he sometimes contents himself with remembering the silk of your skin and the weight and texture of your muscles when he gives you a massage, or the sound and light pulsing of your heart when he lays his head on your chest. Most of the time though, he needs more. He can’t help it, he’s only a man. He’s real good at risking his life, at killing, at being a strategist, analyzing, at manipulating intel out of every person and item around him. He’s also a healthy young guy with a really hot girlfriend and very high libido. He needs the release so he doesn’t go insane again, so his aggressiveness won’t make him do something stupid when he’s out on the field, with dangerously high levels of testosterone thrumming through his blood and his brain reminding him of what you look like bent over. He’s always rough with himself, the way he usually is with you, because he doesn’t know of any other way to express his love for you. Other than to utterly ravage you and himself. He usually thinks of something absolutely depraved, like of being a deranged stalker slipping into your bedroom at night, while you’re sleeping naked and feeling all safe, unaware of the predator looking at you. His hand tugging at his cock faster as he imagines standing over you, pulling your covers down and kneeling over you so he can stare directly between your legs, jerking off on top of your dreaming body, until he comes all over your sex, your inner thighs, your lower belly. A terrifying gift for you to wake up to, so you know there’s a monster watching over you. It makes him so hard to think you’ll always have his claim on you.

k · kink

Panty thief? maybe. Definitely has a scent kink, obsessive/possessive, slight stalker tendencies. Light somnophilia. Very into marking and soft restraints. Wants to know everything about you, all the time. Cannot get enough of hearing you whine and blabber “I love you” when he’s inside you, making you come. Feeling safe to be so utterly needed and worshipped by one he worships also. He knows he likes being in control. he also knows how grateful he is that you give yourself to him. Shibari makes sense then and it makes him go berserk. Nothing else exists in his big brain other than the ritual of tying you up, taking you both into this other space, and you, all bound and pretty, at his mercy, it makes him want to spoil you rotten, want to make you come until you pass out. His whole life, his day to day, his work is a continuum of violence and domination. He’s only ever getting more dangerous, endless potential where most men his age have already reached their prime. It feels sane/normal for him to be in command, to know exactly where he is going, to hurt and kill and destroy in favor of a larger objective. Or maybe the opposite when he actually saves someone. It’s just in his nature, and then he comes home to his partner and takes her as he should.

l · location

He has a preference for your place, because it smells and feels like you. Never in public.

m · motivation

He’s heavily touch-starved, touch-desperate, touch-ravenous. Sephiroth cannot get enough of your hands all over him, caressing his face, tangling in his hair, massaging his scalp, his neck, all over his chest, digging into his back, grabbing his ass, caressing his cock. Even just holding hands gets him going, or when you touch his forearm, trace his muscles and veins with your fingers, and he’s got a thing for you kissing his arm when you’re out in public. It makes him feel so wanted by you, helps him understand you truly do love him. Praise. You praising him. You begging for him. Him providing for you. “Sephi, I love you so much,” with tears running down your flushed face, followed by a little hiccup of pleasure, as he methodically ravages you. “You feel so good inside me, so big, perfect fit.” When you finger yourself open and make yourself take four of your dainty fingers in front of him, dripping wet, begging him that you’re ready, that you can take it, and it’s still a stretch when he fills you up. You telling him you need him, can’t live without him, need his cock, need his cum. Giving yourself to him. He loves protecting you, keeping you safe and sound. Making sure you have everything you need. He needs to be your reason for living, the one you want entirely. He needs you to take his love, take his cock, take his teeth on your neck and his hands all over you. Any show of intimacy gets him going, from you crying in his arms to falling asleep curled up next to him, showering together, whispering your deepest secrets. He also has a (barely) hidden wish to get you pregnant, make you fully his. I should’ve added that to kinks. Breeding kink.

n · no

Not a strict no at first, but he doesn’t really like being penetrated. He’s tried it and it just doesn’t do it quite right for him, though it does make him more considerate towards his partner he tops. A bit of spanking is okay in his book but he’d never want to take it further than that when it comes to violence. He’s rough, and strong, and big, and passionate, but he’d never hurt you for real. You feeling safe in his arms, being needy for his touch is what he craves.

o · oral

Oral is a whole topic for Sephiroth. Its very own category of sex he could spend hours on. He loves eating pussy. He loves giving because it feels so intimate, so good, he wants you on his tongue with your thighs shaking and squeezing around his head. He loves to bite your inner thighs, to make you spread your legs wider. Loves to fuck his tongue inside you and feel you clench, feeling you dripping. Gently sucking on your clit until you go from tense and thrashing to soft and crying his name, begging him to stop, but he knows better, right? This pretty pussy belongs to him, and he’ll lick it for as long as he wants. And you sob out a “Yes, Seph..” that makes his cock throb. He adores making you sit on his face, ready to worship you like the little goddess you are. His offering to you white and sticky on his skin where he came untouched, just from the ecstasy of being surrounded by your body. He loves it as much as you love sucking his cock, taking him on your knees with your aching throat stuffed full. You’ve spent just as many hours licking his cock, the two of you training your mouth, your jaw, your throat to open up enough for him to slide deeper, and deeper, like you cannot get enough of him no matter how much it hurts. He learns you need it as much as he does, and as your dynamic progresses, he learns to use it as a way to center you and himself, to fulfill your mutual craving for obedience. When he comes home and tells you to get on your knees before he even kisses you, tells you to keep his cock warm while he’s reading through a debrief. He never knew there would be so much intimacy in fucking your pretty mouth, holding you down, coming down your throat as there is in licking you open, having his face all drenched in you, feeling every fold of your pussy on his tongue. He also really, really loves to 69.

p · pace

Sephiroth naturally tends towards the rough and fast, but he learns to be soft, to be slow, to be gentle not only because he’s concerned about the stretch he imposes on your sweet cunt, but also because you teach him to explain his feelings without violence. It’s hard for him, but he tries, really hard. He’s especially good at going slow and soft when he’s already come once, or when you’re the more assertive one. He’ll usually be softer when you’re particularly fragile and vulnerable, broken down by whatever troubles your mind and the harshness of the world, to remind you that he’s here and always will be. He’ll protect you against everything but himself, and you can let go of everything else if you just hold onto him.

q · quickie

Penetration with no prep is difficult at best, impossible at worst, but he knows exactly how to take care of you when you suddenly get needy for him and he has no time. Gathers you in his arms, “Spread your legs for me.” and kisses you while his long fingers work you open, mercilessly hitting every single nerve inside you without the slow buildup you prefer, and it feels like electricity running through you, too much, too fast, too strong, and he pulls an orgasm out of you before you can get your bearings, putting you in this fuzzy headspace where he rules everything. Sephiroth loves you all out of sorts and fucked out like this, allowing him to take your body, and to take your mind into a place where you don’t need to think. “I need to leave soon, so you just need to open your pretty mouth and let me fuck your throat, can you do that?”

r · risk

His life is molded around risk and danger. He never risks you, but sometimes the heat of battle, of absolutely dominating during a mission , of danger, it makes him hard, makes him see red, and if you were there, he would do things to you he would not be proud of in the morning.

s · stamina

It took months of continuous sex and of you repeating to him that you loved him and needed him, for his dick to finally occasionally get soft after his first orgasm. It’s better now, but he can still spend the night between your legs, overstimulating you both to tears, coming half a dozen times until he physically cannot get hard anymore, and you can’t even sit up.

t · toys

Big fan of them. Especially since he loooooves overstimulating you.

u · unfair

He’s not that big of a tease, preferring to overstimulate you until you’re sobbing. He knows it hurts to not have anything inside you when you’re turned on, but it also hurts when he forces his cock inside you without any preparation. So he settles for shushing you, gathering you in his arms so he can make out with you while fingering you open, the delicious stretch of his fingers so satisfying. You writhe and moan and curl in his arms like a kitten in heat, and he kisses you endlessly, pressing his weight against you to pin you down, not giving in to your pleas for his dick just yet, “need to stretch you a little more, okay?”

v · volume

Sephiroth is vocal for sure. His voice drops an octave when he’s turned on, he can’t help it. When he tells you dirty things it often ends in animalistic sounds, he’s a growler. He tries to muffle those sounds at first, afraid of scaring you, because you’re so pretty and sweet, you don’t deserve to get fucked by someone who can barely keep himself from sinking his teeth into your pretty throat. Then he understood that you like the gravel in his voice, and his breaths, his moans, his whines, his breathless little growls that rumble in his chest. He learns to be a little louder for you. Most of all, he learns how wet his voice makes you, and that his pet names, loving and degrading and praising you. It makes you go insane. He loves making you whine, cry out, and sob his name. Loves when he manages to break through your self consciousness until you forget everything but him and scream.

w · wild card

Can occasionally be submissive, usually when emotion is breaking him down, and your love is the only thing keeping him from drowning, the only light at the end of the tunnel. That usually means you overstimulating him like he does you, telling him you love him while kissing his forehead, and he whines and comes and comes and comes. Will send you dick pics, and videos of himself jerking off, especially when he’s away. He has a secret folder in his phone cause he just misses you. You make him hard even when you’re not there. He keeps a stash of slutty pictures of his love.

x · x-ray

Sephiroth is big everywhere, and he knows it.
“F-fuck Seph, you’re so biiiig” makes his head spin, and when you add “it’s too big, I can’t take it” with wet eyes brimming with tears, looking up at him in adoration, he has no choice but to reply: “It’s not even halfway in, honey. I know you can take it, though, can’t you? Just trust me, baby, give yourself to me.” He shows you he can split you open without pain, bigger than anything you thought was possible for you, taking you to a place beyond ecstasy. It takes all of your focus each time, feels more like a religious experience than anything else, like receiving a god inside you. But for him you’ll do anything. Rearrange your body however he wants, loving him as intensely as he loves you.


y · yearn

Ready to go at a moment’s notice, ever eager for your touch, your kisses. Sephiroth is a frozen abyss of thought and feeling that never learned how to express anything other than what he needs to accomplish, specific objectives. There’s a presence inside him howling for love, bleeding for your attention. He’d like to have you every morning and every night. Have you preen under his caresses during the day, and allow him to do awful things to your body while you sleep. Trusting him like he’s some kind of knight instead of a wild animal.

z · zzz

Sephiroth has had trouble sleeping for years now, never really having a truly safe place to rest at night has messed with his brain. In your cozy little place though, in your plush bed, his body closest to the door, you curled up in his arms, he slowly learns to relax and let go of constant vigilance. Sex helps too, especially when he allows himself to use you until he’s come once, twice, sometimes thrice or more. Then after you’re both cleaned up, he wraps you up in his arms and kisses you until you both drift off. You usually wake up with his arms around your throat and face, pressing you fully against him, an iron embrace you’d have trouble breaking from if he didn’t wake up at the same time as you.

— ʚɞ

i hc sephiroth as a sub most of the time but i love picturing him this way too.

[winterslve]

SUMMER LOVIN’ ‧₊˚ੈ johnny sinclair x fem!reader. fluff / childhood friends to lovers / pervert!johnny implied? / beechwood summer / tension / intentional use of lowercase / a/n at the end

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CHAPTER ONE

“15 - love!”

you smiled as johnny heaved, rolling his eyes at the sound of gat and mirren laughing. you were currently in your third round of tennis with johnny, and you’ve both won a game each. “aren’t you supposed to be a pro athlete?” mirren called out to johnny, a smirk playing on her face as the others chuckled.

he scoffed, catching a ball cadence bounced to him. “you were way worse last summer. something must’ve happened to me in the off season.” he said, bouncing the tennis ball between his fingers as you both readied yourselves. “don’t be coy, johnny.” you shouted over the net. “i’ve been practicing.”

the ball was served, and by the end of your fourth set you both had an equal amount of sets won, so whoever won the next game would win.

“i can’t believe you’re actually in a tie right now. i mean, i’ve only won against you like… three times!” gat exclaimed, tossing his hands up in the air from the sideline. “is that something against me, gatwick?” you rose a brow, shooting the dark haired boy a challenging look.

“eyes on the ball, y/n!” johnny yelled.

you faced him again, lightly throwing the yellow ball into the air and hitting it with your racket. it bounced back and forth between you, both you and johnny meeting the serves thrown at you. sun glistened off your sweat covered skin in the heat of the afternoon, playing with johnny would wear anybody out. each swing and hit you made ached your wrists, and you were glad this was match point.

a relieved sigh escaped your lips when johnny missed, and you could practically feel your legs buckle from underneath you in relief. “fuck!” johnny jogged in circles to calm himself, tousling his hair doing so. you almost collapsed onto the ground, sprawling out on the tennis court floor and resting your head on your hands.

cadence and mirren clapped from their distance, cheering you on while gat shook his head in disbelief. you’re eyes were closed as you caught your breath, shielding your pupils from the sun beams. that was until a dark shadow loomed over you. johnny.

he stuck his hands out to help you up, already composed from his past sporting years. “you’ve gotten - you’ve gotten good.” he said half arsedly with a smirk on face, like he didn’t want to admit it but knew better. you took his hand and smiled, hoisting your body up.

“i guess those lessons you gave me came in handy.”

“yeah, i guess they did.”

“get off the court and stop flirting!”

you both looked to the liars on the side, impatiently throwing their hands up and laughing. you laughed with them and wrapped your hand around johnny’s wrist to pull him off the court. you five giggled as you raced back to cuddledown, where you had the house to yourselves after bess and the twins moved into clairmont with harris and tipper.

mirren had even gone as far as ‘redecorating’ or simply moving the furniture around, taking the rugs out and hanging loads of children’s drawings on the walls from the twins old rooms.

in the living room, johnny has claimed the sofa as ‘his throne’ and doesn’t let anyone on it when he’s sat on it. mirren likes the floor, so she’s often found with her back against the couch and her knees propped up when watching television. this is also where she resides to after you all make it back to cuddledown.

cadence and gat gather in the kitchen, finally making a start on the fruit smoothies they’ve been talking about making since the start of the summer. johnny is first upstairs, meaning he gets first shower - as none of the others have a water pressure as great as the master bedrooms en suite.

you relax on the couch, something that doesn’t happen often with johnny’s rules. “hey gat?” you call towards the kitchen, not taking your eyes off the ‘housewives of beverly hills’ that mirren has on. “yeah?” he responds.

“do you have my on clouds?”

“yeah, they’re under johnny’s bed in his room.”

johnny’s room, refers to the guest bedroom the blonde boy stays in when he’s too tired to walk back to red gate with gat. “and why would they be in there?” you question suspiciously. “because i put them there? so the dogs couldn’t get them?” he states as if it’s obvious. “right.” you reply.

an over dramatic sigh leaves your mouth when you get up off the sofa, stretching slowly as you walk toward the stairs. your steps are quiet on the carpet, even when you pick up the pace when you near the top.

johnny’s room isn’t hard to find. it’s one you’ve all hung around in when the downstairs gets too boring and you’d rather lie on a bed over a couch. you drop to your hands and knees to look under his bed, hoping to not find anything other than your shoes. you spot them and go to reach out until a voice from behind startles you.

“nice view.”

the shoes are just barely in your grasp, and you turn to him. the only thing he has on is a stupid towel wrapped around his waist, hung lowly with his loose grip as he stares at your ass in that tennis skirt you’ve suddenly grown insecure about. “like what you see?” you say in a fake teasing tone, tilting your head as you stand properly.

he smirks. “you definitely do anyway.” he wasn’t wrong, but but it wasn’t like you’d let him know that. “well i mean you’re no ryan gosling, but sure.” he scoffs at your witty remark.

“wanna be the joi to my officer k?”

“me? all sweaty and dirty? you fucking wish sinclair.”

you smirked and scoffed at him, brushing shoulders as you walked passed, holding your shoes tightly as you went down the hall to leave them at the door.

mirren had made her way to the kitchen with cadence and gat, who all seemed to be talking enthusiastically about something. “y/n! come here we wanna talk to you.” mirren calls, and you drop your shoes on the shoe rack at the front door.

“yeah?” you say once you lean against the countertop, picking at the bowl of blueberries on the table. “we wanna have a party. here. when the others go to martha’s vineyard for the weekend.” the sheffield says, and cadence nods along.

you shrug your shoulders and a dismissive chuckle leaves your mouth. “okay, it’s not my house so i don’t mind.” gat puts his hand up, gesturing to you as he swallows a mouthful of his smoothie. “that’s what i said! i told you we won’t care since we don’t own this island.”

cadence scoffs, rolling her eyes humorously. “we’ve said it thousands of times, you guys have every right to be here as much as we do.” both you and gat share a knowledgeable look. “still feels like we’re intruding though.”

“who’s intruding?” johnny questions loudly, walking into the kitchen with bounce in his step.

the blonde boy strides over to the blender, pouring himself a very large glass of smoothie before rummaging through the freezer for ice cubes, and you all watch in silence as he does so, waiting for him to quiet. he stops, dropping three pieces of ice into the glass and looking at you all expectantly, taking an obnoxiously loud gulp.

“we’re going to have a party when the family goes to the vineyard for the weekend.” cadence begins. “do you have any objections?” he furrows his brows, and then points to the floor. “here? in cuddledown?” he asks, you all nod.

he shakes his head, as though it’s a stupid question. “no i don’t care. as long as red gate is locked.” you roll your eyes at his selfishness. classic johnny.

mirren puts her hands in the air, a smile gracing her face. “alright then! summer party on the 28th!” she says, and you all cheer and whoop in response. “we can even go into town and get real party snacks and shit.” johnny nods at your words, taking another sip of his drink. “i’m absolutely choosing what we get.”

“so y/n and johnny will get the boat into town and sort out whatever we need?” cadence asks.

“sure. we’ll even get a keg.”

“wait, seriously?”

“i mean why not? there’s new staff this year because the old ones graduated or whatever, so we mightn’t need id.”

“sweet.”

next

authors note!! first real chapter posted and i didn’t take a week to upload for once. i think i’ve finally figured out the whole plot of this story so ill actually know what i’m writing for once instead of typing and hoping for the best. this story has also been posted to my wattpad so please check it out over there too! my user is winterslve again, and you can look at my other fic in works on there that i probably won’t post here.

also debating on making an erik sundqvist fic? idk if i will though because my plans to see the movie have fallen through but i might see it next week, would you guys read it?

thank you so much on the love for this story i appreciate it so much!! 🫶

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[cloudjr]

‘tease.’ || ffvii

scenario: how they react to you teasing them.

characters: cloud, tifa, aerith

contents: a lot of blushing, flirting, fluff

CLOUD STRIFE

the group was taking a brief break from travelling to stretch their legs. cloud thought to use this time to walk around, preferably by himself.

when he feels something on his hair, he instinctively turns to see what it is, prepared to wield his blade. he's surprised to see you standing in front of him, looking a bit taken back at his sudden movement, but immediately going back to touch his hair.

he closes his eyes and lets out a small sigh, both in relief and slight annoyance.

"your hair," is all you say as you knead strands between your fingers.

"yes," cloud opens his eyes with what he hopes is a neutral face, "what about my hair?" he asks, and you pull your hand back.

"how do you keep it like this all the time?" you don’t look him directly in the eyes when you speak, keeping your eyes on the blonde's hair with a curious gaze.

cloud merely furrows his brows at the sudden attention before looking away and shrugging. when he looks back momentarily, you're much closer than before and back to touching his hair, making comments cloud doesn’t even bother acknowledging anymore.

cloud interrupts your comments with his own, gently pushing your hand away from his head.

"sorry, i don't really do anything to it." cloud gives you a deadpan look, and you put your hands up immediately in defense.

“hey, i never said it was bad thing,” you grin at cloud's utterly confused stare. "it just amazes me how it always just... stays in that shape?"

"what?" is all cloud can get out, confused by your words.

"i mean, a lot of people take their time to make themselves look this good, but all you do is wake up and you look,” you let a smirk pass over your lips and give cloud a quick once over that makes his heart jump at the sudden action. "effortlessly handsome." you finally finish.

you lift a hand to brush some hair away from his face, and cloud has no words as he feels his pulse quicken at the feeling of your fingers brushing against his forehead to pull his hair away.

he can feel a heat climbing up the back of his neck to reach his face, and your smile widens a bit before giving cloud a wink, leaving and making your way to the others.

it takes everything cloud has in him not to crumple to the ground in a flustered mess.

TIFA LOCKHART

you circle each other tentatively, both watching each other strategically.

tifa opens with a jab towards your midriff. you manage to avoid the attack, spinning round into a kick, which tifa dodges with ease.

you continue to spar for the next several minutes, moving in some kind of dance of space and awareness and strikes forceful enough to hurt, but careful enough to not bruise.

tifa notices as you carry a small smile, face a little flushed and sweat sticking a few strands of hair to your forehead and she could trace, with her eyes, the lines of your arms and the dip between your collarbones and the smooth skin of your shoulders.

"staring, lockhart?" you questioned, a small smirk on your face, and tifa felt herself flush.

"um, n-no. just... looking for an advantage."

you raised an eyebrow. "worried i'll beat you?"

"well, uh..." was what came out instead, clearly thrown off by your teasing comments, nearly as embarrassing as her last excuse.

you grin, directing a spinning kick straight at tifa's ribs. this time, the hit makes contact, knocking her fully off-balance.

still slightly dazed, tifa forgets sparring etiquette and reaches out thoughtlessly, grabbing onto you to try and right herself, but your centre of gravity was still off from the kick, and you both ended up falling to the ground.

tifa doesn't breathe. part of that being because you had just landed on top of her, physically knocking the breath from her lungs, but mostly because you had just landed on top of her, bodies pressed together, your face against her neck.

you quickly push yourself up on your forearms, taking a little of your weight off tifa.

you stare at her for a second with a look in your eyes she can’t quite decipher yet. tifa's breath hitches when she sees your eyes flicker to her lips, gaze lingering on them for a while.

"pretty," you whisper, lowly, as your face unconsciously moves closer to hers, and in that exact moment, her brain stops working.

around you there was complete silence, with your breaths and the subtle sound of your heartbeats being the only sounds heard.

tifa's eyelids close slowly when she feels you lean in towards her. she shudders as she feels your nose brush hers.

it isn't until she feels you turn her head slightly and peck her on the cheek, that she opens her eyes, staring at you, an expression filled with confusion and desperation.

"i'd rather kiss you when i'm not covered in sweat and gross," you say, getting up and bringing tifa's hand up, placing a soft kiss against her knuckles. "for now, this'll have to do." you say simply, offering a cheeky smile before heading back and leaving a bemused tifa by herself.

AERITH GAINSBOROUGH

it's late in the evening when there's a rhythmic knock at the door, and you can instantly tell who it is.

"come in, aerith." you smile softly at the brunette as she walks into the room, humming a tune you don't particularly recognise.

aerith shuffles to where you sit and stands there for a second. you notice how her hair was down, no accessories or anything tying it up, and your heart flutters at how beautiful she managed to look at any given moment.

"can you braid my hair?" she asks, a pout on her lips as you raise an eyebrow. "pretty please?"

you look down and see a brush and hair ties in her hand, along with her signature bow wrapped around her wrist, and you can't help but titter at how prepared she was.

her hair is damp—she must’ve just gotten out of the shower—and she wears a white t-shirt paired with light pink shorts.

she looked to be ready for bed, you realise. her eyes look tired.

"of course," you stand up and go to turn on the bedroom light as aerith sits down, clapping her hands in rejoice.

you walk back over to aerith, who was setting down the hairbrush on the vanity desk. you stand directly behind her and begin the braiding process.

"you better make me look cute when it's done!” aerith teases, earning a soft snicker from you.

"you don't have to worry about that. you always look cute," you say, and aerith's smile only grows wider as she nudges you, calling you "such a flirt".

you take the brush in one hand and some of aerith’s hair in the other. you begin gliding it through the damp locks, weary to avoid pulling it. you delicately brush out the knots and begin sectioning the hair off.

as you start to braid her hair, you notice how aerith stared straight into the mirror, seemingly not at herself, but at you.

you decide to do some teasing of your own this time.

"so," you speak, snapping the brunette out of her trance. "why'd you decide to have me braid your hair tonight?"

she blinks a little bit, internally debating on what to tell you, then smiles brightly. "just wanted a reason to spend time with you." she says, confidently.

you feel a warm feeling creep from your neck to your cheeks, and it doesn't go unnoticed by aerith, and you can't help but feel slightly defeated.

"aww, did i make you blush?"

"shut up."

now, you're determined to get her back.

a few minutes pass of the both of you just talking as you continue to work your fingers through her hair, and you run a single finger down the complete braid when you finally finish.

"there," you hum, sliding your hands down to cup her face in your hands, tipping her head back so she’s forced to look up at you. "all done, pretty girl."

if it weren’t for the way your palms were pressed to her cheeks, you wouldn’t have been able to catch her reaction.

but since they were, you get the experience of feeling her face heat up beneath your hands by the second, and you can’t help the smile that finds its way to your lips.

"aww, did i make you blush?" you coo, a laugh bubbling out of you as aerith attempts to bury her face in her palms.

you move in front of her and kneel down to gently take her hands off of her face, giggling at her now red-tinted face. "do you like it when i call you that, my pretty girl?" you tease further, enjoying her reaction.

"mhm," she nods without hesitation, arms wrapping around your neck, a wide grin stretches across her lips. "definitely."

"good." you mirror her smile as she leans in to give you a toothy kiss.

[amphibiahawks321]

Tifa taking care of a male reader who’s broken his leg but he loves being spoiled so after its healed he pretends it’s still broken.

[Tifa lays Y/N down onto the bed]'

Tifa : Okay you lay down while I get you some food okay?

M!Reader : Tifa this seriously isn't necessary you know-

Tifa : Yes it is...

M!Reader : ....

M!Reader : Okay fine....

10 Minutes later'

Tifa : I got your favs!

M!Reader : Woah.... T-thanks tifa

Tifa : ✨^v^

[Tifa sits next to Y/N]'

M!Reader : Hm? Don't you have somewhere to go?

Tifa : Nope! I'll stay here and keep you company!

[Tifa turns on the TV and plays (Your favorite show)]

M!Reader : ✨╹v╹⁠ yay-

6 Weeks later

☀️Morning time☀️

[Y/N slowly stands up]'

M!Reader : Finally! My leg healed!

[Y/N starts tapping his leg]'

M!Reader : Yep it's healed alright, can't wait to tell tifa!

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader : Do I want too though? I mean don't get me wrong I'm really happy my leg is healed, but these couple of weeks tifa and I have been having the best days...

M!Reader : She spoils me, always gets my favourite snacks, always there by my side and not to mention always chat with me everyday...

1 Week later

[Tifa enters Y/N's room]'

M!Reader : Hey tifa! What's up!

Tifa : ......

M!Reader : Umm... Something wrong?

Tifa : Explain....

M!Reader : .....

[Y/N starts panicking]'

M!Reader : Ha-haha e-explain what?

[Tifa holds Y/N's "Broken leg"]'

M!Reader : .....

[Y/N sighs in defeat]

M!Reader : How did you find out?

Tifa : I saw you walking to the refrigerator this morning....

Tifa : I'm not mad.... Well I probably should, unless you have a good reason....

M!Reader : Let me explain....

5 Minutes later

[Tifa sits beside Y/N]'

M!Reader : That's why I faked it... Because these couple of weeks with you have been the best weeks of my life... The affection you give me and not to mention the time we've binge watched my favorite show.... I'm really sorry tifa I just-!!!?!?

[Sees tifa starts tearing up]

M!Reader : Di-did I say something rude?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry! I just-

Tifa : N-no it's not that

[Tifa weeps her tears]'

Tifa : That was just so... Sweet! I mean yes faking your leg still broken was pretty messed up

M!Reader : i know 💧╥_╥

Tifa : But.. I get what you're trying to say, these couple of weeks have been so much fun for me too... Do.... Do you wanna do these things again sometimes?

[Tifa starts Blushing]'

M!Reader Blushing : Yeah! I would love too!

Tifa : C-Cool!

[Tifa kiss Y/N's cheek making Y/N blushes redder]

Tifa : But seriously.... Don't fake your leg still broken again, even though you faked it only for a week I was still really worried about you...

M!Reader : Yeah💧^v^

[weasleycream]

May I request Harry Potter x aunt reader

Y/N is James' sister and Severus' best friend. This sparks a fight between the siblings and they lose touch. Y/N marries Severus and becomes an auror with a reputation as a fierce hunter of Death Eaters. After a successful career that has brought her many scars and fame, she returns to Hogwarts as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry doesn't know he has an aunt, and Ron is curious why the teacher, who is nicknamed "Snape in a Skirt," is so nice to Harry. Voldemort then reveals to Harry that Y/N is his aunt and that he wants to kill her because she only causes him trouble

 ˃̵ᴗ˂̵     !! ( uyeueujg my first order 😭💗 ) Of course! I like the idea of ​​James having a sister who marries Severus in the future, it sounds pretty interesting🤔. I will do my best to develop your idea to the letter, thank you very much for your request! I hope you like it <3.

ㅤㅤ୭.ᰍㅤ𝅄  ֹ    " 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 "  🪽    Ⳋ

ઈઉ ݁  ㅤִㅤ𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 ; 𝐒everus 𝐒nape x 𝐅em!𝐀unt!𝐑eader

ઈઉ ݁  ㅤִㅤ𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Use of bad words, mentions of death/blood/scars, family fights (between siblings), Bad grammar in English.

ઈઉ ݁  ㅤִㅤIn this OS Gilderoy Lockhart resigns as soon as the petrifications begin to occur

ઈઉ ݁  ㅤִㅤ𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 ; The Philosopher's Stone, The Chamber of Secrets

ઈઉ ݁  ㅤִㅤ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ; 3.2k+ (I still see it as too short, help💔)

ઈઉ ݁  ㅤִㅤ𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱.

Maybe for her brother being with someone like Severus Snape was something to consider himself a "traitor" and even more so since she was his little protégé and little twin sister. It was frustrating for him to see how the other half of him was best friends with his biggest enemy, to see how those two were inseparable.

It would not be a surprise to many, even James and his band of friends, to know that Severus no longer had eyes for Lily Evans (which James is partly grateful for) and now those looks of excitement and excitement are directed towards his sister Y/N Potter. Which sparked a loud dispute with The Marauders and Snape in the background, allowing them to hear all the twins' commotion.

"Merlin, James! Stop bothering me! Just because you're my brother and you ask me to end my friendship with him, I'm not going to do it, you understand!? I'm already tired of you interfering in my relationships just because you don't like them for nothing!" The feminine screams at her brother, who was in front of her red with rage and fury that had accumulated for a long time. “Accept it, James, Sev and I are never going to separate no matter how much you want us to, much less without one good reason."

"Do you want a reason? Fine! It's simple, I don't want you to be the same as that first-class idiot, who only knows how to follow Lily like her dog, it's not good for you to be with people like him"He snapped with anger in his voice as he looked into his sister's insistent eyes, clenching his fists at his sides causing his knuckles to quickly lose color and turn white.

Y/N, full of annoyance and disbelief, spoke: "That's the stupidest thing you've ever said in your life, James. I'm not going to separate from Sev because of that stupidity, he suits me, and much more than you if you ask me! He is "Much better than you in several ways! I like him! And I'm not going to allow you to keep giving me stupid numbers just because you don't like him!"

Severus, who was witnessing the arduous scene, froze in place upon hearing his friend's words. Apparently every attempt to eliminate every feeling he had for her, thinking that it was not reciprocated, was in vain. He, who was in a state of shock, could not allow himself to continue listening until she screamed again in fury.

"Fine! This ends here, James, if you don't like the idea of ​​seeing me happy with the person I love and long for, then this is all over, ignore the fact that I am your sister and don't talk to me again, because I already see that "The only thing you're doing when you talk to me is hurt me!"

She snapped red with anger with tears threatening to come out of her ocean blue eyes. He turned around and began to walk with heavy steps, pushing Sirius with his shoulder as he went, taking Snape by the hand, beginning to leave that place without preventing the crystalline tears from starting to come out of his eyes as he was far enough away from him over there.

"Uhmm… Y/N… I'm so sorry for what just happened because of me with your brother… I really didn't mean to."He apologized sincerely making them both sit on the roots of a tree near the Black Lake. He wrapped the girl in her arms as soon as they sat down, beginning to caress her wavy, silky hair.

The girl began to shake due to the sobs of her sadness, soaking her friend's robe with salty tears, alerting the black-haired man who squeezed her tighter against him. "Don't apologize Sev… It's not your fault, it's his for not accepting that he is a selfish fucking idiot who should let me be happy with the person I love"

"Oh… Yes… About that… Do you really feel that way about me? I mean… It's exciting to know that I'm loved by the most beautiful girl there has ever been in all of Hogwarts.." He murmured softly. against his hair, lightly inhaling the girl's soft fruity aroma, and then feeling how she tensed a little and separated from him a little to look into his eyes.

The girl, who had already stopped shedding tears little by little, slowly blushed at her opponent's words. "Sev… I've been in love with you for a year… But I never wanted to tell you for fear that you would continue to love Lily…" she murmured, looking away from him, avoiding the embarrassment of the moment.

"Fuck Y/N… You don't know how much I wanted to tell you this for a long time… You know? Yes, I still love Lily." The brunette squirmed in her place, pursing her lips, avoiding saying anything while she narrowed her little eyes that longed to throw away. tears again at what was said. "But like… A friend?… Since I met you, some time later I discovered that Lily was just a crush since she was the first girl I met in my life… But then you came along and changed that… "And it wasn't just a crush… It's something true, and knowing that you feel the same is… Encouraging."

"Sev…" He whispered, looking up again, moving from his eyes to her lips slowly, getting a little closer, remaining a few centimeters from her face. The boy swallowed hard nervously while he did the same action as the girl in his arms, shortening the short distance, touching his lips in a very small but lasting kiss full of feelings.

"Y/N… Will you allow me to be the happiest man and be your boyfriend?…" He asked shyly cupping the brunette's small blushing cheek, cupping her face affectionately.

"Of course, Severus…" She responded by giving him another small kiss and then hugging him tightly again, sealing their love under that tree on the lake, without imagining what things his future would bring.

After long years without contact with her brother after that tedious fight, she married Severus some time ago after becoming a kind of Death Eater hunter, taking many of them behind the bars of Azkaban prisons. She knew that her husband did not like this work at all despite having been a Death Eater after graduating, he did not like at all that his smooth and soft skin had now become scratchy and calloused with scars due to the risk of his job.

Despite all this, he had to accept that there was good news in his life, such as the time he notified him that James and Lily had gotten married and had a child, he felt so happy for them that he had forgotten for a moment that he had already He had no contact with his brother, holding back every desire to want to go visit them and see his beloved nephew Harry.He knew very well in advance that after the birth of his nephew, his brother along with Lily had died at the hands of Voldemort and that Harry, being barely a baby, was able to survive the feared Adava Kedavra, making him a celebrity in the magical world, of course. This news devastated Y/N, who sought great comfort after her grief with her husband, trying to overcome the pain of her loss at all costs.

After the years, she wanted to leave her job as Aurora and started teaching at Hogwarts, she knew that her nephew was already there, she knew that Voldemort had returned for him and perhaps for her too, but still, she wanted to spend time with him, although for on the other hand, Severus, who quite renounced this decision, had no choice but to accept, understanding his beloved's desire to meet the only family he had left.

Upon arriving at Hogwarts as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, surprising many when they saw how close she was to Severus Snape, making more than a smile and sigh from the 'most feared professor at Hogwarts', some even noticed the ring that both wore it on their ring finger, it being impossible not to notice the similarity of these, it was there that they nicknamed her 'Snape in a skirt', something that inevitably reached the ears of the great Harry Potter, who had noticed a great resemblance between him and her physically.

Harry even thought he was going to have another teacher with an attitude as scary as Snape's after Gilderoy ran away and 'Snape in a Skirt' arrived when he heard fourth year boys, like the Weasley twins, saying that the new teacher was very heavy and quite scary when you notice her scars on her arms, neck and face, but her surprise was great when it was time for Defenses Against the Dark Arts and the woman treated Harry as if he were her son, unlike the rest, They were treated as if they were in Potions class.

A week after Y/N's arrival, petrifications continued to occur at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which worried everyone greatly, even rumors reached the new teacher that Harry was 'The heir of Slytherin' being a Idiocy on the part of the students. She had already interacted with her nephew on several occasions without him even knowing that they were related to her, although talks about her with her group of friends were inevitable after he and Y/N finished talking.

"I still have a question… Do any of you know why they call him 'Snape in a Skirt'?" Harry questioned his friends, receiving a silent denial from Hermione, but a quick and boisterous nod from Ron.

"Of course! You're too lost not to have listened yet," she said as she looked at him with bored but emotion-filled eyes, receiving a 'I'm sorry' from Harry. "It's okay. Well, almost everyone says it's because of her attitude, everyone complains that she's like Snape but a woman, hence her nickname, although there are some who say it's because she's very close to the Potions professor and because ' "They share rings very similar to those of a marriage. But still, that doesn't take my mind off the fact that she's only nice to you, Harry." He explained making quotes with his fingers and emphasizing the 'share' and then looked forward again and prevented his bad luck from playing against him again and causing him to collide with someone again. or hit something.

Hermione snorted and spoke "Well, they're right in both situations, she has a very strong character and her scars speak for themselves… And about the ring, well… I never looked closely but you don't have to be very smart to see which are very similar in terms of design." This made Harry think extremely, remaining silent as he walked next to his friends who were once again fighting over some pointless thing. She had her suspicions about Snape for a year, and now he is involved with Slytherin because of his Parcel, and now with the arrival of that new teacher and her great physical resemblance and her strange change of mood with him, it was starting to be a headache for him.

That same night, Harry along with Ron and his former Defenses Against the Dark Arts teacher were able to discover the chamber of secrets by entering it, so that Harry continued advancing after one of the teacher's idiocies, he finally found himself with ' Tom Riddle' who after a short conversation mentioned something that left him disconcerted.

"Haven't I told you? Murdering impure people doesn't matter to me at all, for several months the ones I've been looking for are you and your aunt." This left Harry cold, it couldn't be possible that they were looking for his Aunt Petunia, she doesn't even have a drop of magical blood. "How is it possible that a baby with no extraordinary magical talent defeated the greatest wizard of all time? How could you escape with only a scar while all of her powers were nullified?"

"Why are you interested in how I escaped? Voldemort didn't live in your time… And why would you want to kill my Aunt Petunia, if she's a Muggle?" Harry asked quickly in response without backing down, regretting it for a moment when he noticed the abrupt change in 'Tom's expression and the tension was becoming more and more noticeable in that place.

Angry and angry 'Tom' responded: "Voldemort… It is my past, present and future…" He turned around and with his wand began what apparently seemed like writing in the air leaving the letters in his wake. of his full name, and after a movement he rearranged them, thus leaving the phrase 'I am Lord Voldemort' and spoke again. "And your aunt… I'm not talking about your pathetic, bony Dursley… I'm talking about Y/N… The sister of the famous James Potter, and the aunt of the great Harry Potter…Don't think I'm going to let her go, it's just a thorn in the side if she's alive… She has to die so she doesn't interfere with my plans anymore."

Faced with this revelation, Harry remained static and in shock in his place, despite all the dust and dirt on his face, you could see how his skin was turning pale little by little, and then he began to engage in a fight with the Basilisk afterwards. that Dumbledore's Phoenix arrived with a hat with a sword that appeared shortly after inside it, concluding with the bloody death of the enormous snake.

Harry, trying to put aside the fact that the Basilisk bit him with its poisoned bite, approached Ginny taking her hand listening to Voldemort's ramble, then took the diary and opened it and then took the tooth that he pulled out of the Basilisk and stabbed the blank page of the book, causing some kind of bloody textured ink to come out, receiving angry and desperate screams from Voldemort, he continued stabbing the book until 'Tom Riddle's' body was no longer there with them.

Hours after Harry and the others were able to leave thanks to the Phoenix and Harry and Ron spoke with Headmaster Dumbledore and had a small fight with Lucius Malfoy, before dinner in the great hall, he searched the entire castle for his teacher and aunt. , Y/N, finding her in one of the hallways that led to the dungeon halls.

"Professor Y/N! Can I talk to you for a moment, please?" She asked politely with a shy look and frown. "Is something important"

The one with ocean eyes turned around when she heard her nephew's voice, giving him a small smile. "Of course Harry! What do you need, little one?" She responded kindly as she looked into his eyes fondly.

"Well… As the director may have already told you… I was with Vold-…You-Know-Who" He interrupted himself, knowing that not many like the mention of that disgusting wizard's name. "Yesterday in the chamber… He told me something that was quite disconcerting… Why didn't he tell me? Why didn't he tell me that you are my aunt?"

The woman just sighed and placed her hand on the boy's shoulder as she opened her eyes to speak. "You know, Harry? You're just as direct as your father was…" she murmured with a sad, nostalgic smile and a lost look before sighing lightly again. "I never told you because I never had the chance… I couldn't be there for you when you were little… And now that I got to see you here, I just didn't have the courage to tell you and have you face the fact that I'm a Terrible aunt for that…"

"Still, it's quite strong to know that I don't just have my Aunt Petunia as a family… I wish you had arrived earlier, you know? I had a horrible time at the Dursleys' house and with no place to go." go… And now I find out about this.."

"I know, little one… And believe me, I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry, Harry… I just… When I found out that James and Lily got married and had you, I just… I wanted to see them." …But I couldn't… I was still afraid of seeing your father after our fight and thinking that he could still hate me for that…" He paused when he noticed that his voice broke as he felt the knot in his throat, and then continued "I always wanted to meet you… And take care of you after what happened… But I never knew your whereabouts… I never knew… But you don't know how happy I am to know that you are here… Live, despite everything you've been through…"

The youngest just nodded with teary eyes and managed to rush towards her to hug her tightly, releasing all the pain and happiness he felt after he found out that that fearsome teacher was his aunt and that she always loved him.

They both arrived at the large dining room and the one with brown hair saw her beloved nephew in the distance with his friends talking, he turned around and saw her and then greeted her with his hand and a small smile and eyes of joy, he returned the greeting and smile. and then continued on her way with her husband to the teachers' table, where they sat together and he spoke.

"Apparently you already talked to Potter about that, dear," he whispered so that only she could hear as he took her hand under the table without anyone noticing, stroking the back of her hand with his thumb, gently tracing the scar that adorned it with the finger.

The woman smiled warmly, leaning down to rest her head on her lover's shoulder, feeling how he tense up at the demonstration of affection in a public place, where it is not supposed to be known about their relationship.

"Well Mr. Snape, I had to do it at any moment, after all he is my nephew… I knew that despite what happened, he was going to accept me, after all, who wouldn't accept a beauty like me?" The woman joked as she looked into his eyes, separating herself a little with her smile remaining a few centimeters from her face.

The man who only looked at her tightened his grip on their clasped hands and murmured: "Well… You're right… It would be unforgivable just not to accept someone as beautiful and incredible as you, darling.." He said so that Then the woman approached again, leaving a soft short kiss on his lips and then kissing his cheek and the tip of his nose when they separated, surprising everyone who had decided to fix their eyes on the two at that moment, between those, Harry, who seemed like after that scene, just wanted the world to swallow him up and spit him out in Azkaban to erase all memory of that sight.

੭୧    ݂   Soooooo… What did you think? I'm not very good at this kind of things yet but I still hope you liked it ㅜㅅㅜ, especially to the person who requested it, regarding that, thank you very much for the request! I quite enjoyed doing this!🥹❤️‍🩹

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[midgarangel]

ꗃ leave them on | Sephiroth 🪽

summary: sephiroth comes home and needs you more than anything.

contents: nsfw! sephiroth x fem reader, late night n lazy but soft, kinda messy, needy and greedy lol, he literally can’t do anything else once he gets home besides being with you.

words: 724

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Exhausted after a long day of training and difficult missions, Sephiroth just desperately wants to be in your arms. After walking in, he curls up with you as you read your book. Head nuzzling into your lap.

Your hand cards through his hair idly, nails softly scraping across his scalp so casually. His hair was still so perfect after a long day you were often dumbfounded. Playing with it could've lulled him to sleep if he wasn't so desperate for you.

“Do you have a bookmark angel?”

You nodded.

He pressed soft kisses to your thighs, practically burying his face between them until you shift enough to give him room.

“Missed you. A lot. He says in between kisses.

“Missed you more.” You respond while watching him. You spent all day wondering if he was ok.

His gentle kisses to the soft flesh of your thighs turn messier, more intent, with purpose until he's straight up mouthing at your skin. His teeth nip at the soft skin there until your legs open up even more, the scent of you, the heat of you overwhelming him until his face is just buried right in between your thighs.

Not even bothering with your shorts. His hands knead at your thighs, lazily mouthing at your shorts until they're all sopping wet. It’s so much because it's just not enough.

“Seph wait let me take them-“

“Don’t bother..”

He’s just so lost in it. Before you can protest, his mouth is on you, eyes closed, humming and huffing each time your nails scratch his scalp or he draws another little moan from you. You reach down and tug on his hair, suddenly feeling too shy to make eye contact.

He groans into you, making you even more aware of how starved he is. He sits up a bit and slides your shorts and panties to the side, taking in how pretty you look in this state.

“These are my favorite.” He watches for your reaction as his finger drags up and down your slit making you squirm.

“Can you kiss me?” You beckon him to you, feeling his lips on yours in an instant. Both of you moaning into the kiss as he still plays with you below.

He shuffled down, lips making contact with the skin of your stomach. He leaves a fluttering of kisses there, licking a stripe up your centre, tongue momentarily inserting itself into your belly button. 

“Sephiroth..” you whisper, hand on his cheeks, reaching up slowly so you could gently grasp his hair. He kisses the inside of your palm, letting out a soft laugh.

“needy baby…” He coos. Then the feeling of his breath against your most sensitive area causes your body to jolt forward.

His tongue trails down to your folds as it settles on your entrance. His free hand spreading you open for him to fuck.

He places a kiss on your clit again, making you shut your eyes. Taking a sharp intake of breath, your hole clenches around nothing. Making him smile and bite his lips.

"So greedy too..." he muttered before licking a long stripe up. His voice was so soft yet deep. If he could shove his face in you and not be able to breathe, he'll happily take that. Till his lips are numb and face drenched with spit and your arousal.

“Only for you. Always.” You said muffled with your own fingers in your mouth.

You opened your eyes hazily as you looked down at him. His eyes were closed. The room filled with the sinful noises of slurping, whines and muffled moans. He’s lapping at you eagerly.

You don’t even realize he’s rutting into the couch. He’s ridden out the best orgasms that way, creaming in his already-sodden boxers whenever this would happen.

“I-i’m close..” your back arches up off of the couch as your entire body jolts with pleasure.

You swear you black out for a second. Sephiroth taking great pleasure in the way your lashes flutter and your eyes roll back, he falls apart right after you do.

Not a drop from you goes to waste. He’s still moaning against you when your own whimpers die down. A firm kiss is placed against your inner thigh before he rises back up your body to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You want him to kiss you again and he does.

“Thank you angel.”

He lays his head on your chest and listens to your heartbeat, drifting off into a deep sleep.

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hoping to put out a longer fic soon! xx <3