Juhoon is the most nonchalant person you’ve ever met, yet he shows you a part of him nobody else has seen before.
ᯓ★ INCLUDES fluff, swearing, oneshot, idol au, juhoon is a bit mean hehe
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hi guys!! i finally finished this and oml i hate how it turned out 😭 but i was busy and i had a pretty hard time doing it so i hope you still like this🫰🏻🫰🏻
sephiroth is OBSESSED with you! he can't love normally – either it's all or nothing! and you're everything to him…
sephiroth doesn't necessarily try to hide his yandere side from you – mostly because he can't do it. even if he wanted to, he wouldn't know how to. he might try to tone it down, but that's about it–
it doesn't take a genius to figure out how obsessed he is with you. and while sephiroth isn't worried that you'll leave him if you find out/realize (cause he knows you couldn't escape him) he doesn't expect you to LIKE his behaviour
yet here you are, telling him how happy it makes you that he's so protective of you or how you don't mind him killing the people he's jealous of. even his most heinous crimes you simply forgive with a sweet smile
seeing this reaction from you just makes sephiroth realize that you truly are made for him. not everyone would tolerate this behaviour – few would! but YOU do! YOU are different than everyone else!
sephiroth falls in love with you even more after you accept this side of him. he doesn't need to hold back anymore and can be his true self with you!
ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), mentor/student, tummy bulge, orgasm denial, all characters featured are aged 18+
ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
“Faster,” the word is a husky, bubbling whisper from Sephiroth’s lips, one that you didn’t see him shape the syllables of, but one that still shook you to your core nonetheless. as his pleasure sounds always did. “Harder.” you wanted to do what he commanded, even as your thighs trembled, and your feet turned inwards— your balance on your tippy toes threatening to slip away and have you tumbling face first into the dirt beneath them, you attempted to plant yourself firmer, and buck backwards. your ass cheeks slap against the leather of his coat and trousers as he stood, his clothes half undone and hanging from his chiseled frame. your own uniform had been completely discarded in a flurry of black and silver, and now lay in a defeated puddle of fabric and metal at your feet. with each smack and squish of your flesh against his solid thighs, his taut abdomen, you feel the might of his cock as it barrels through your core, and you cry out in ecstasy.
your walls flutter, happy to receive such a heaping offering of cock, and you hear a low hum from behind you— emanating from the depths of your mentor’s chest, and realize that he’s sealed his couplet to keep the moan from surfacing. even without attempting to look over your bare shoulder at him, you knew the sound well, and the visage that typically accompanies it. a knitting of thin, grey brows, and the little wrinkle that forms between them when he feels you clamp down on him just right. a rolling back of his olive gaze, the vertical slits blown out with lust until the pupils nearly overtake the entire iris. a tightening of his jaw muscles, and a bulging of the vein on his neck, so easily shrouded by silver tresses.
“Still so far from orgasming, yet you tighten around my cock as if you’re already begging for cum.” you can practically hear the subtle curve of Sephiroth’s mouth as he teases you, yet doesn’t move an inch out of position. flat footed and relaxed, with his hands not clinging to your hips, but still and straight at his sides. “What’s the matter? Just can’t help yourself?”
“Nn-nn…” you answer, unashamed of your eager reply. it was impossible to deny it anyways, what with the way you milked him now.
“The second you get my cock inside you, you forget all about pleasing yourself, no? Only servicing me matters?”
you nod, but the tepid pace, only what you could muster whilst also struggling to balance, was also frustrating you. of course, taking him fully to the hilt was pleasurable— to feel your lower tummy bulging in the shape of his cock when your netherlips kiss his base— but this speed was not nearly enough to make you cum. what you really wanted; nay, what you really needed to find fulfillment was the harsh grip of Sephiroth’s hands on your hips, the strength and quickness with which he typically fucked you, and the dizzying sensation of being tossed about a raging storm of his desire.
he would give you none of that today.
“P-please, Sephiroth… fuck, I need—“ your breath is ragged, your words threatening to tie your tongue into knots as you struggle through the plea, “I need it!”
he knew already what you were asking for, but he doesn’t reach for your hips. he does, however, shift behind you, but only to cross his massive arms over his broad chest, and with a tilt of his head, he taunts you once more. “You lost, 2nd Class.” he mutters. perhaps Sephiroth, who was also enjoying the tightness of your warm cunt, wanted to give in to your request and plow you silly, but he was showing restraint. even as his hips twitched, begging to boost your rhythm by beating themselves against your ass, he remains stoic. “You know the rules.”
you did, much to your own loathing. sparring with Sephiroth in the training room had rules. one such rule being that the loser ( you, more often than not ) would get no reward for their poor form.
your interior flutters and spasms around his thick, veiny cock, and Sephiroth allows a sigh to slip through his tiers, a sound of approval. “I’m going to cum, you know.” his rumbling baritone drops to a whisper as he leans close, one hand freeing itself and careening around your lower belly. it plants itself there, fingertips barely flicking and rubbing at your engorged button to coax a helpless mewl from your lips, and encourage your innards to tighten around him still. your head droops forward, chin tucked to your breasts.
“F-fuck—“
that’s when Sephiroth lips caressed the shell of your ear, his voice low with dastardly intent, but the smile remains upon them. “I could easily strum your little cunt, and give you that pleasure, too…” his voice trails off, but his fingers do not mirror his words. they rub in torturously slow circles, until you’re begging under your breath. “But I won’t,” he asserts, finally. “I’ll play with you just enough to keep it tight and drooling, until I cum, and then I’ll pull out and leave you begging for a release that will not come this day, or any of those that follow. Until you can best me properly.”
H h heloooo I was simply wondering if you could write a headcanon about Cloud where he lwk yearns for the reader >\\\<!!
Yearning!
𝔄/𝔑: My first Final Fantasy rq! I love this game so much and I love Colud too!! Hope I did him some justice with this post! (๑>•̀๑)
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Yearning!Cloud x Gn!reader
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: insane amounts of yearning
✮Cloud knew from the moment he felt something warm in his chest that you were different, he was never good with words, so he always watched from a distance; didn’t want to scare you off of course! Not because he knew that he would start stuttering and the calm and collected SOLDIER façade would fall… not at all!
✮At some point he just accepts that he will always feel like this around you, like a boy finding out what love is for the first time… even if it’s been months of longing looks across the room. Eventually, in due time, he starts talking to you more.
✮Everyone around you always has something to say when you two done talking, something along the lines of “man he isn’t even trying to hide it!” and “the way he looks at you is something I envy”… huh wonder what that means!
✮It always makes you concerned when people talk about Cloud to you, they always say he’s more on the silent side, calm and seems indifferent to things happening around him; which is odd considering that when you speak to Cloud he always seems nervous in small ways, like the way he keeps wiping his hands and only making eye contact with you for short moments before looking away with a slight tint of pink on his ears, that’s normal right?
✮Cloud feels like he can’t think about anything other than you, even when he’s speaking to other people he’s thinking about you… what would you say? What would you do in this situation? He’s only snapped out of his lovesick trance when the person he’s talking to realizes Cloud isn’t listening to a thing that they’re saying, how rude.
✮Whenever he sees something you might like or something that reminds him of you he gets all flustered, c’mon Cloud it’s just a song! No need to be sucha’ sap… He will buy these things for you, best believe he’s gonna hold it out to you and attempt to play it off as something he just bought on a whim… Cloud this is the third trinket this week, you’re getting a bit obvious now!
✮He feels embarrassed when he thinks about you at night, even if he tries to think about anything else his mind runs back to you. When will he see you again, is it tomorrow? Just thinking about it makes him feel all giddy, which is odd considering he has a reputation for being hard to read.
✮Cloud hopes you don’t see the small slip ups he makes around you, stuttering over words he shouldn’t be. And the way he looks at you, he’s sure you can just feel the absolute restraint he has around you; his eyes seem softer around you, like you’re something he’s been looking forward to, something he doesn’t want to scare away, something he wants to cherish.
✮And when Cloud finally tells you how he feels, how you’re the one thing he can rely on, how your someone he genuinely trusts, he feels like a weight has been lifted off of him; like someone let him breath again after not knowing he was even drowning himself, seems like that person was you. Oh how grateful (and pink) he was when you told him the feeling was mutual, he’ll never forget the day you graced him with a kiss, there’s just no way you weren’t made for him!
𓂃 Cloud doesn’t realize at first that he’s caught feelings for you
𓂃 When his palms get sweaty, his pulse gets quicker, he still thinks it’s due to stress
𓂃 But after laying in bed for a moment without being able to fall asleep, that’s when it hits him.
𓂃 At first, he does nothing, even try to distance himself a bit
𓂃 But at some point he starts giving you small signs; his sight staying on you a second too long… Giving you a small squeeze when he has to hold your hand…
𓂃 Though, if you give him signs back, he will probably be too oblivious to see them.
𓂃 He will probably give a small pout if someone gets too close to you… He’s jealous, but he won’t say it outloud
𓂃 Cloud is so stubborn that if someone asks him if he likes somebody he will immediately deny it even though you’re the first person he thinks about when he wakes up
𓂃 Though, Tifa will eventually realize it and give him advices "The person you like, you should ask them out!" To which Cloud will immediately turn his head away to hide his pinkish cheeks and quickly refuse the idea
𓂃 You will probably have to take the first step to confess because Cloud is way too stubborn to confess first
𓂃 If you don’t tell him clearly he will probably be too oblivious to understand
𓂃 "I like you." You tell him. His eyes widen slightly at your words and a soft shade of pink dust his cheeks as he stays speechless in front of you.
𓂃 After a few seconds, he will finally recover. "I like you too…" He answers, looking at a spot on the wall behind you to avoid looking at you.
hiii! I really love your writing and how accurately you write all my faves!💕 can I request Vincent Valentine punishing reader for having a crush on him? Much love!❤️
tw: noncon, age difference, size difference, humiliation, corruption, coffin sex, claustrophobia, breeding, biting, mild power imbalance
All characters depicted are 18+
Vincent has pretty much sworn off the idea of romantic love since losing the love of his life Lucrecia many years ago, in fact he swore off any human contact whatsoever until very recently when he joined Cloud's cause, but even then he's still a brooding loner. Vincent still isn't particularly close with anyone besides maybe Cid, so it will take him a while before he realizes that one of his teammates likes him a bit too much for his liking.
At first the former Turk will ignore her affections, brushing them off in his typical cold and aloof manner, but the dumb girl doesn't seem to get the hint, frequently wanting to pair up with him for tasks and always being so... nice to him. Her silly infatuation quickly goes from mildly annoying to infuriating, and Vincent is known to lash out when infuriated.
His patience with her will wear especially thin when the two of them are sent off together to search the Nibelheim Manor for possible clues on Sephiroth. Being in that place already has Vincent on edge, and her incessant concern for him certainly does not help matters, only expediting his inevitable outburst at her. Even Vincent himself doesn't realize he's already lost his patience until he's dragging her away to teach her a lesson on respecting her elders' boundaries.
Vincent's coffin isn't built for two, it can barely contain the tall man, let alone the both of them, but that's the least of his concern when he forces her into the coffin, his body directly on top of hers as he prepares to commit his latest sin against the insistent girl.
"Do you think you could handle a man like me? You can't. I'll give you the full weight of my sins now..."
Despite his fairly slender frame, Vincent is very well endowed, his cock thick and long, hard and throbbing from decades of neglect of his base needs. His composure is almost completely gone, practically growling and panting like a feral beast, and that's exactly what she has reduced him to.
Vincent is a 57 year old virgin, he has no experience with pleasing a woman, not even knowing where the clitoris is, but that's just fine for him, this isn't about pleasure, this is about punishment, she has to atone just as much as he does, and her sin? Daring to fall for him.
It's incredibly humiliating for her as he ruts away at her with little care for her discomfort. She thought her first time would be gentle missionary in a bed, not a feral mating in a coffin within an old, scary mansion. Her embarrassment just makes Vincent go harder, wanting to really hammer home the lesson; that naive little girls shouldn't pine for dangerous men like him.
If Vincent's composure was fading before, it's almost complete gone by the time he's about to cum. He's growing against her skin as he bites into her shoulder hard enough to pierce the skin and draw blood, as if there's a feral monster inside of him, aching to claim, to breed.
"There... Maybe that will teach you to keep your silly feelings to yourself, and you'll keep this little lesson to yourself too."
It's not like she can say anything about this to the others, Vincent is an invaluable member of their party, defeating Sephiroth would be next to impossible without the immortal former Turk, so she has no choice but to keep her mouth shut, lest she find a bullet in it.
How would Giorno and any female character of your choice treat a regular standless girlfriend in the part. Would they bring them to fights, meet the gang, come home all beat up, and ect? You can add more of those questions in if you want
giorno wouldn't want his standless girlfriend to be involved, at all. he would keep her away from his line of work, his deals with dangerous people all the time so the last thing he would want is to put her in danger. her chances of meeting the others (mista specifically, post canon) are very slim and only casually. she would know him by name, but wouldn't know what he looked like. and giorno would try and make sure he doesn't come back disheveled and bloody to not scare her.
jolyne is on a similar boat, she would blame herself if her standless girlfriend were to be involved with the fight. she'll get called every name on the book if her girlfriend persists. if not, she makes promises to keep her safe and to take care of herself, ensuring that she'll always let her know that she's doing okay (especially because she's in jail). maybe after all of this is over, she'll get her to meet ermes but for now, she wants her girlfriend to stay put.
ermes is frustrated, she will do everything in her power for her standless girlfriend to clear way from her battles. she gets angry, probably gets in an argument with her girlfriend about it too in case she protest. she's too valuable to lose, ermes has already lost her sister and she can't afford to lose another person she loves. she's really protective, and as much as she cares for jolyne and the others, she won't introduce them to her girlfriend until she feels settled and safe.
f.f is so confused if she saw her girlfriend randomly, getting involved someway and putting herself in danger. she wouldn't be angry, she'll call her silly for convincing herself thet she was as strong as her. its cute but it's not enough for f.f to let her go through with this, she has no idea what's going on anyways. though, she'll happily introduce her to jolyne, still, her girlfriend would be the last person she'd want to see going up against pucci.
yasuho always turns to her girlfriend for advice, but not when it comes to stand fights and the mysteries surrounding the rock humans. she doesn't want her to know, wouldn't want her girlfriend to stress about it and would distract her even. she can't forgive herself if her girlfriend got hurt because of her. and if she were to come home looking all beat up, she'll come up with any excuse to not make her worried. (i.e she fell down the stairs).
dragona will absolutely NOT let her girlfriend get involved with the shitshow her brother gets into. it's already stressful enough to be put into a position where the rich are pretty much getting away with everything in front of her very eyes. her girlfriend already knows of jodio but she wouldn't have an issue having her meet the others as well. just as long as she doesn't get dragged along, the meeting can just be mutual.
Han Lue
Fast and Furious
Words: 844
*Trigger Warning* jealousy, interpersonal conflict, social tension, subtle harassment, alcohol use, romantic intimacy (non-explicit), street-racing environment, car culture elements
The days blurred together after that night.
Morning coffee turned into afternoons under the hood, evenings on the road, and nights tangled in Han’s loft above the garage — the quiet kind of closeness that didn’t need words.
You’d gotten used to the rhythm: the sound of him tuning engines while you handed him tools, the way he’d toss you that lazy grin over a fender, the smell of oil and citrus that clung to everything. Han wasn’t a man of declarations — he just showed up. Every day. Every night.
And so did you.
By the end of the week, people had stopped whispering about it — well, mostly. Sean hadn’t.
The garage buzzed louder than usual that Friday. Someone had decided a successful week of races deserved a celebration, which in Han’s circle meant a party.
Music blared, cars lined the street outside, and the smell of street food and burnt tires filled the air.
You and Han arrived together — his hand resting casually at the small of your back, the kind of touch that said everything without a word. Heads turned as you walked in. You caught more than a few looks — some curious, some jealous, some downright annoyed.
Sean spotted you first, grinning as he sauntered over.
“Would you look at that,” he drawled. “Han Lue, the man who never gets attached, showing up with someone for once. Didn’t think I’d live to see the day.”
Han didn’t even glance at him. “Guess you’re living longer than expected.”
Sean laughed, raising his hands. “Hey, no judgment. Just surprised to see you this domestic.”
You smirked. “Relax, Sean. I promise I’m not keeping him on a leash.”
Han’s mouth twitched into a smirk. “You sure?”
Sean groaned. “Okay, gross. Forget I said anything.”
You laughed, shaking your head as Sean wandered off to find another drink.
For a while, the party rolled easy — music, laughter, lights bouncing off polished metal. You found yourself leaning against Han’s RX-7, talking with a few of the drivers while Han slipped away to grab drinks.
That’s when it started.
A couple of girls — familiar faces from the Tokyo drift scene — sauntered over, all smiles that didn’t reach their eyes.
“So you’re the reason Han’s been too busy for anyone else lately,” one said, tone light but edged.
You tilted your head, polite smile steady. “Guess so.”
“Cute,” another chimed in. “Didn’t think he was into… mechanics.”
Your jaw tightened, but you kept your voice even. “Better a mechanic than a backseat driver.”
The first girl laughed — not kindly. “He must really like you. Usually, he’s not the type to—”
“—to what?” Han’s voice cut through the noise before she could finish.
He was behind you, calm but unmistakably sharp, two drinks in hand. The girls froze as he stepped closer, his presence doing what his tone didn’t need to.
“Problem?” he asked, eyes moving from them to you and back again.
The girls exchanged nervous glances. “No problem, Han. We were just talking.”
“Mm,” he said, voice low, nonchalant. “Funny. Didn’t sound like talking.”
One of them tried to recover. “We were just saying it’s… new. Seeing you so—”
“Happy?” he finished for her, passing you your drink without looking away.
The silence that followed was cutting.
You took the glass, trying not to smile, while the girls muttered quick excuses and slipped off toward the crowd.
Han turned back to you, unbothered, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “You okay?”
You raised a brow. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He shrugged. “Didn’t like the tone.”
“I can handle myself, you know.”
“I know,” he said simply, leaning beside you. “But I like handling it with you.”
You laughed quietly, shaking your head. “Smooth.”
He gave a lazy grin. “Always.”
Sean passed by again, catching the tail end of the exchange. “Man, you two are disgustingly cute. What happened to the mysterious loner thing, Han?”
Han didn’t miss a beat. “Guess it got tuned out.”
You nearly choked on your drink. “Tuned out?”
He gave a half-shrug. “New part, better performance.”
Sean groaned. “You’ve officially gone soft.”
Han’s grin didn’t fade. “Nah. Just smarter.”
Later, when the party thinned out and the music quieted, you found yourselves outside, leaning against your Silvia, Tokyo lights painting everything in gold and violet.
“You didn’t have to defend me back there,” you said softly.
“I know,” he replied, just as quiet. “But I wanted to make sure they knew.”
“Knew what?”
He looked at you — that slow, steady gaze that could stop time. “That I don’t hide what matters to me.”
The noise from inside faded, replaced by the hum of the city and your heartbeat syncing with his.
You smiled, brushing your thumb against the edge of his hand. “You’re getting bold, Han.”
He smirked. “You’re worth showing off.”
And under the flickering neon, with laughter fading in the distance, you realized that for once, he wasn’t running from connection — he was standing right next to it.
