#ff7 remake fanfic

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Hello I would like to request something. How eould Sephiroth act when he has a crush on someone? Idc if it's post-Nibelheim or while he's still a Soldier. I leave that up to you. Thank you so much if you do this and have a wonderful day :3

Great question Le Anonymous! This is similar to what I thought for my Ravenroth ship (maybe?) BUT this topic is cute nonetheless. I might just do both ideas! Hope you like these headcanons!

SEPHIROTH CRUSH HEADCANONS

PRE-NIBELHEIM

Sephiroth as a SOLDIER he never really had romantic feelings, even as a teenager. Once he became more of an adult that's when his tables turned.

He would get flustered when Genesis or Angeal made a joke about the person Sephiroth liked. But he hid it well but you could see pink dust on his cheeks. He'd get confused about butterflies in his stomach and why they were there.

As he explores his feelings more, he tries to be braver around his special someone. When he eventually asked them on a date on his free time he was happy. He shined that shy smile of his. He took them to a fancy restaurant and bought them flowers or a little gift for a start. He's a good listener and would mostly let his date take charge of small talk if they were brave, if not he would.

He might take them on a walk or shopping on the next few dates. He has a lot of money to burn! As the relationship progressed he'd eventually confess his attraction. He's still new to all this lovey dovey crap so it'll be a slow start but with the help of his partner he would be just fine and even start to be very romantic on occasion.

Genesis and Angeal would absolutely still tease him about his romantic efforts and Genesis would try and coach him to the behest of Sephiroth's will. Angeal would just tell Sephiroth to be himself and be more gentleman-like and uphold honor in his word. He loves his friends' efforts but he's already had Genesis talk his ear off about Loveless references...Angeal is more tolerable.

Yes Zack would absolutely have his jaw hit the dang floor about hearing about ALL of this and how Sephiroth has a partner. Zack just can't help not hiding his puppy-like wonder.

Sephiroth talks about his mother a lot with their partner. If his partner was willing to research more about if his mother was truly dead or not AND found the truth then you bet your bottom gil he would try and find his real mother and bring justice to Hojo.

POST-NIBELHEIM

Good lawd where to start....

Ok! With Sephiroth off his rocker bc of everything that's happened. Things would be different and difficult to comprehend.

If Sephiroth still had his partner before he went bonkers he would ABSOLUTELY try and keep them with him at all costs. He still loves them but it's slowly creeping into bad territory. If he did not have a partner beforehand he would kinda stalk them like he does Cloud. Leave flowers and candy and whatever else on their doorstep. Then it turns into jewelry or expensive items. Then himself out of the blue.

It creeps the partner out but the love is still there. His good looks and charm works wonders. They try and figure out what went wrong with him. Maybe they try and reverse what happened if they're more than just a normal person. Magic can only go so far.

If their efforts are fruitful then he slowly reverses back to his old self just a bit but can't quite shake off Jenova unless someone destroys her. He also finds out about his real mother. He would search for her with them.

If it was in vain then he would be angered fairly easily. Trying to turn them into more like him or be more loyal or obey him. Regardless if he still had love in his heart.

Sometimes at night, you can hear cries...but from who is up to the mind's desire...

[c0smoshit]

Hello fellow Cloud Strife freak 🫡

(Yes it’s the same star_sworn from ao3 lol)

If you’re feeling in the mood for it in your last week before school, I was hoping to request a nsfw fem reader/Cloud fic where he is possessive/jealous, and he spanks reader: a LOT. Both before sex (with extensive foreplay, lots of dirty talk, maybe oral for him?) and during sex. Just spanking with hands please, and not super hard spanks either, I'm very vanilla lol. It's not about hurting her, it's more a possessive thing for Cloud (and an ass thing lol!). But reader is SUPER into it. I'm not looking for any hardcore dom/sub or anything, just stuff a committed couple would do (some soft dom vibes, like in Mind Cloud/ed).

Maybe it’s the first time he does it and they both realize how much they both like it, or maybe they’ve come home from a party where the guys were checking out his girl and he is feeling possessive/frustrated. I leave it to you if you want to take this request!

I look forward to the filth. Let's give this ass man something to do with his hands… 😉

Also best of luck with school starting!!

I LOVE THIS omg

Thanks for this delicious request love 😻♡♡

Jealousy ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, spanking, few hints of dacryphilia, bjs, sexy hour Cloud ;), not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I'm baack! I hope u guys missed me hehe

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 2.321

He was closer to you this night, walking right beside you as he guided you to your appartment, his hand brushing over yours as the dark path consumed your vision.

He was quiet too, way more than usual. His eyes didn't seem as if they were trying to search your own ones like they would always do.

Maybe he was stressed out?

This week has been a long one and you could see it on his eyes, he was tired. As time grew older, you had managed to read his enigmatic emotions quite well, so you thought that maybe he just needed to rest for tonight.

But your theory was quickly proven wrong as you entered your home, ready to wave him goodbye for the night.

. . .

Before you could even turn around, his chest had enveloped your back, pushing you further into your appartment until your hands met the wall.

His husky breathing hit your ear, a shockwave of goosebumps trickled your skin.

Why was he that needy all of the sudden??

Your mind circled around lots of different questions but the harsh sound of the door closing made you jump.

You didn't dare to open your mouth, not yet. You could feel his hands on your waist, but they didn't caress you like he always would, like when he touched you for the first time.

You internally cracked a small smile at the memory, he was just as nervous and fidgety as you were.

The moonlight encased both of your bodies as he took off your clothes for the first time, making an absolute mess of himself when he finally got to the act.

But those gentle and somewhat shy touches were far lost inside his guts somewhere, instead, they were replaced with fierce and strong movements.

You turned around slowly, you could feel yourself getting aroused by this sudden role he was playing. And when you stared at those almost hollow eyes, you saw passion, lust and hunger all mixed up together in a ballad of desesperation.

His lips devoured yours not even a second after.

Your eyes were tight shut, savouring the sweet moment he was offering you. Your lips tried to move slowly, trying to enjoy this new facade, but he wouldn't let you.

His tongue was already inside your mouth when you felt his fingertips lower themselves down your body.

You knew he was an ass guy, it was absolutely cristal clear.

He would always grab your ass, brushing it off saying that it was an "accident". Pushing his hips into yours from behind whenever you couldn't reach for something, always walking right behind you whenever you two where with the group.

However, you didn't expect he liked... spanking.

It started off slow, giving you little taps as he grabbed and squeezed your butt. He pushed further into you, almost as if he wanted to break the wall behind you.

The kisses soon turned sloppy, soaking up both of your lips before he trailed them further down, and you had to bite your lip in order to not let any sounds yet.

His hair trickled your flushed cheek, hands quickly grabbing it as his kisses turned into bites, sucking your soft skin.

The crown of your hair hit the cold wall behind you, mouth agape as you let him sneak a hand behind your back, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest as the other one caressed your hip.

Ready to finally use your voice tonight, you eventually opted not to. He had just became so... primal for you, you didn't dare to even make a question.

However, you wished this blissful moment lasted longer.

"Oop!"

A cut out yelp emerged from your mouth as his hands took ahold of your legs, lifting you up easily into the air.

He wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotch resting just above his belly button and, simultaneously, your arms embraced his neck for support.

You moved up and down thanks to his heavy steps and, trying to get payback from earlier, you started pecking his neck. Starting off gently, kissing and giving butterfly kisses into his jugular.

You noticed he became clumsier, almost tripping over as you sucked a hickie. Your kisses got wetter, hotter and your hand started to caress the back of his hair.

You giggled at his clumsy steps but as soon as you were placed on top of your chilly kitchen counter and saw his serious face once again, you quieted down.

His hands gripped your thighs as if they were his sword, his head coming down to rest on your neck once again to give you little pecks, weirdly more tenderly than the ones he had given you before.

But you pulled his mouth off you briefly.

"What's up with yo-"

"Who was he"

His eyes were finally looking at yours after a long while.

"What? What are you talki-"

"Who was that guy"

Your hands now rested on his shoulder blades, feeling the hard touch of metal bellow your right hand.

Frowning your brows, you tried to think about what guy was he talking about.

. . .

You smelled the aura and it smelt musky.

The first scent you picked out first was a strong breeze of sudden whisky, the wet and fermented barley filling up your nose.

Then you smelt a recognizable, stronge cologne floating around your head now. And when you lifted up your head, you saw him.

A mature, bearded man.

He was wearing a long black coat, some glasses keeping your curious eyes from staring at his own ones. You stayed there for a second, he looked oddly familar.

But before you could figure out who was that man, you came back to Earth, remembering that you were winding down after a long day in Seventh Heaven.

You grabbed your drink, resting for a while on your seat until your drink was halfway done.

But before you could walk away from that husky cloud, a large hand grabbed your shoulder, making you face the misterious man.

Your eyes lingered first on his fierce brown eyes, looking at his mature skin, you saw a scar on his left cheek that time had tried to heal, trying to match his skin colour.

You saw his lips move, but you had to re-think your answer before opening your own mouth.

"I saw you back there"

Okay.

You hadn't expected that phrase.

Where could he had seen you anyway? Was he following you?

"I like what you guys are doing for the Planet"

What?

You knew what you were doing was benefitial for the Planet, but Shinra worked so hard into putting your group as a terrorist one and actually killing way more people from the explosions than expected.

But why did he knew?

"Those Shinra guys deserve worse"

It came out as a mumble and you couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled expresion, accepting the friendly pats he gave on your shoulder, thanking you.

That was sweet. . .?

. . .

"Ohh, that man back there?"

He stopped his movements, almost as if letting you know that you were right.

"I saw him to-"

Now you were the one that cut him off, not boring to hide the sly smirk on your face.

"Wait, are you jealous?"

Suddenly his cheeks reddened, but before he could see your grin he lowered his head down into your neck once again.

Ready to make another snicker, you were interruped by his palm now resting on your panties, making you gasp.

His index finger moved up and down and you took matter into your own hands too, quite literally.

He hissed as your bold hand groped him too, trying to lure him into letting you give him some pleasure too.

"Let me make you feel good"

Your heated breathing sent cold shivers down his spine and, as your teeth lightly bit his ear, he lost it.

"So pretty"

You would always praise him, and it would always make him feel sort of bad, he would keep his own thoughts about how gorgerous you were to himself.

But he meant all of them.

His shirt and SOLDIER armour was now discared on the cold floor, your icy hands caressing his abs before finally getting down on your knees.

His absolutely favourite view in the whole Planet.

He helped you take off his belt, letting your overly-excited fingers do the rest of the work. And when you finally got face to face with him, he placed a reassuring hand on your head.

You started off with slow strokes, kitten-kissing his angry red tip. Sensually trailling lower and lower on his shaft just to tease him and rake higher and higher again.

Until he finally had enough, gripping quite hardly your hair.

"Get on with it"

He actually scared himself off at first with his demanding tone, his desesperation seemingly clear on his blushed cheeks as he stared down at you. And you complied, enjoying the choked out gasp you managed to pull out of his throat when you suddenly introduced him halfway into your wet cavern.

Lust filled eyes staring down at the mess you were making on his cock, gripping hardly the counter behind him as he tried not to buck his hips into your mouth.

Not only your sweet face was all in display for him to see, but your sweet, sweet ass was there too.

As dirty as it sounded inside his head

Your hands held his thighs hardly too, enjoying every sound you were being able to pull from him as you took him deeper and deeper. He was big, and it was almost funny how he didn't actually believe you could struggle to take him at first.

But it sure ignited something inside him

He throbbed when he saw you gag on him, help him reach his end with the help of your hand, your glossy eyes staring up at him.

He needed to feel you.

But not like this

So he took your face off him, smashing desesperately his lips against yours once again, feeling a fuzzy tingle inside him as he heavily rested on your lower stomach now.

His hands held your face ridiculously gently compared from how he had gripped your hair just a few seconds ago, walking you backwards until you met the counter once again.

"turn around"

His voice was deeper now, staring daggers into your eyes as he waited for you to obediently follow his lead. And you did.

You bent yourself down, ready to whatever he was going to give you this night right there and then.

And when you felt him pull your skirt up, you pushed your hips back into his hands, making him pull down your panties even slower than he intended to. Almost as if he was getting payback from before.

When they pooled through your ankles, his hand softly massaged your right cheek, feeding off your whines.

"Please"

However, he kept going.

No matter how hard he was, how hardly he wanted to fill you up, to feel you entirely around him once again. He wanted to show you how you were his, how he loved and desired you.

So, without thinking, the harsh sound of a "slap!" filled your ears and ceirtantly, your butt.

You couldn't help yourself but let out a pathetic moan, his hand now rubbing the red spot he had left. He had heard you, and it was the same sound you would let out whenever he was fingering you.

Did you actually like it?

So once he had tested the waters, he set his sights on slipping the nastiest mewls from your mouth tonight.

"Mmph- Cloud"

There it was, his name filling his ears the best way it could've had. So he started teasing your slit with his shaft, more slapping sounds filling up the small appartment as you almost rested your whole chest on the counter now.

You picked out the sound of plastic, something opening up. Which you later would guess was a condom.

But before you could make contact with the cold tile, his left arm surrounded your stomach, pulling you up into him, lips mere centimeters away from your ear.

"I'm going inside now, is that okay?"

How sweet

But sweet wasn't an adjective that matched his dirty and husky tone. His hand was now toying with your front, exposing you to the darkness as he squeezed your breasts now.

So you nodded, feeling suddenly too shy to speak to him.

"Too embarrassed to use your voice now huh?"

And you opened it, but it was useless to his tip now proding your entrance, slowly taking him further and further. Holding the arm that was embracing you, you rolled your head into his shoulder, silently whimpering at the warm feeling.

"Got you, almost there"

His reassuring tone he used with no one really never failed to make your knees feel like jelly.

But his adorable act lasted as quick as you managed to cum with his skilled fingers.

He started to move, and he was clearly desesperate. Setting off a crude, fast pace as you were now fully bent over, his hands gripping your hips. His middle finger was now circling quickly your clit, pulling off the nastiest moans he had wished for.

You imagined his glistening, lean form behind you, making you take all of him, using your tight walls in search for his climax. His hair all ruffled up, a bead of sweat trailing down into his v-line, and the sudden spanks your ass would recieve.

That was your last straw, mewling out his name as you soaked his cock.

And by the way you gripped him even harder, which he thought was impossible now, spasming around him violently.

He was done.

So he followed close behind, painting the plastic walls white, imagining it was you who was taking his load instead.

[kissami]

UN ÁNGEL- Cloud strife Headcanons

sum. Need boyfriend headcanons for cloud? SAY LESS.

warning: modern cloud, oc cloud srry I love him soft, might be a little self insert because of the stuff I like but that’s all

femreader! with she/her pronouns

song of the day: igual que un ángel - Kali uchis

boyfriend Cloud who knows your order by heart at your guys’ favorite coffee shop and no matter how many times he does it, it never fails to make you blush and impressed.

Boyfriend Cloud who never fails to make you ticklish especially during intimate moments that you can’t help but burst out laughing.

Boyfriend Cloud who sometimes can’t handle all the attention and affection so he distances himself but can’t help but miss you even more.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves picking you up from university on his motorcycle to show off especially knowing that Reno would be there. He is still very bitter that Reno was your first kiss in fifth grade and not him because he was too busy helping collect Tifa’s shopkins from the grass at recess.

Boyfriend Cloud who loves going to Aerith’s flower shop because he helps her make your bouquets extra pretty just for you. #bestfriendprivileges

boyfriend Cloud who has recurring nightmares of losing you to Sepiroth. No not the “I’ll steal your girl,” kind of way. More like he murders you and Aerith at the same time. Perhaps something from a past life?

Boyfriend Cloud who loves watching studio ghibli movies with you especially ponyo and spirited away. Let’s not get started on his love for Princess Mononoke.

Boyfriend Cloud who goes with you at the bookstore for now on to carry your books because he found out that a guy put his number inside of a book after catching it for you when you accidentally dropped it from your stack pile.

Boyfriend Cloud who’s COMPLETELY and UTTERLY obsessed with you. Not the annoying obsession, but the obsession that makes your tummy in knots and the cute things he loves to do for you. Whether it’s making you lunch for school/ work, leaving cute notes on your door handles, or literally dropping everything instantly for you when you call.

Boyfriend Cloud who hid in the bathroom after you guys had…yk…and too embarrassed to come out. If only he knew you were on the bed breathless and wanting more.

Boyfriend Cloud who baby trapped you. With a cat. Her names Honey and every time there’s an argument he uses her as an excuse to visit you. “We can’t let our cat have separated household problems,she needs both of her parents so please answer the door.”

Boyfriend Cloud who had no idea him getting a lip piercing would be in the way of kissing you for it to heal correctly. He ran out of the piercing shop and only agreed to come back to get a matching eyebrow piercing with you instead.

Boyfriend Cloud who not only made you a playlist, but this mf burned a cd for you, made tifa draw a one in a million piece of art for you for the cover, has a sticker of it on his car, and even bought a necklace that had the Spotify playlist code. So whenever a person flirts with him, he’ll hold it up and say, “scan this and read the description. That’ll be my answer for you.”

Boyfriend Cloud who didn’t understand why you were so obsessed with kpop, especially BTS. Him and jungkook have beef apparently. He also buys you albums all the time and even sacrifices himself to let you use his phone to make sure you guys get tickets to concerts.

Boyfriend Cloud who WILL call your work to call off. He doesn’t care, cuddles are more important.

Boyfriend Cloud who forces you to drink water whenever you hang. You always complain about headaches and he makes sure when you’re with him you’re hydrated.

Boyfriend Cloud who is addicted to Dr.Pepper. You gave him some when you two went to watch Barbie in the summer and it’s his holy grail. “We need to head to Costco, I ran out of my pepper.”

[starlitcrows]

a kind warmth, a protective wing, and a forgotten flare

[au fic here]

[naehoonx]

" I love you " - cloud pov [ oneshot ]

→ SUMMARY: cloud was never good with his words. a guy who appears to be cold towards others but since a few days he seems .. different towards you. its like something is burning on his tounge.

→ GENRE: fluff; awkward; innocent; confession; mutual feelings; golden retriver energy.

→ RATING: 13+

→ NOTE: i know this is something completely different from the things i normally write. normally i only write about jungkook and taehyung but since FF7 came out .. i found my love for Cloud again. So i decided to write a pov about him. maybe more will follow on the future. also please keep in mind that english isnt my mother tounge, thanks. IMPORTANT; The city mentioned never appeared in the games. its my own interpretation! also my gaming povs mostly never matches with the games.

♡.°₊ˎ SONG FOR THIS ONESHOT

your hands were sweaty as you were sitting outside in front of the old house. it wasnt something fancy, just an old block house deep inside the woods which served as some kind of shelter for your little group. The cold evening air blew a few strands of hair into your face. It would be a while before he would come outside to join you. for a short moment you regretted volunteering for this sort of misson, not that it would be difficult. this wasnt the reason why you suddenly became so nervous. You looked up at the darkening sky with your lips pressed together. A few small stars could be seen here and there, so it was a perfect evening to search for a flower which only blooms once a month on a full moon night. The fabric of your light blue dress began to rustle as you moved back and forth on the tree trunk. its been 20 minutes already, what took him that long? you wiped your sweaty hands on your dress once again. If this continues you would have to go back inside to change again. surely tifa would raise an eyebrow, probably asking herself if that was some kind of sheme from you. making sure that "he" will really come with you. he trusted you, so you trusted him, naturally. but still, you were nervous. This would be the first time in months that you've done something alone together. The others accompanied you on every other mission. You loved your friends but sometimes you wished you had more time alone with him. from behind the old wooden door finally opened but you were too nervous to turn around to face him yet.

"are you ready?" his voice was gentle in your ear which why you finally turned around.

the second you did, you cursed yourself for not preparing a bit longer. the man in front of you was none other than Cloud Strife, your best friend, your companion and the men you had a crush on for so many months now. cloud had always been beautiful in your eyes but tonight he looked completely different. his armor was gone, so he only wore his dark turtleneck tank top, matched with a pair of dark pants. your eyes traveled down on his arms as you noticed that he also werent wearing the gloves which he was normally wearing. compared to him you looked like always. even his blonde styled hair looked a bit messy underneath the rising moonlight.

"whats wrong? did you saw a ghost?" raising one of his eyebrows, cloud crossed his arms in front of his chest. "i- uh no! you just look so different ..." "dont be silly and come ..."

without another word he finally started walking ahead. cloud never talked much, not even with you so it wasnt suprising that he didnt paid much attention to your remark. slowly you started to follow him into the woods. the both of you only heard rumours about this special flower. apparently it glows in the dark whenever moonlight hits one of its petals. beside that it didnt had any powers but tifa really wanted to plant one on her garden. at first you thought you could go alone but the second cloud heard that you were going outside at night, alone, he decided to tag along.

fidgeting with your fingers all you could see was his back in front of you. cloud even left his buster sword at home. looking down at his bare hand a slight glimmer of red crawled up your cheeks. there was only one time were you held hands with him and this only happened because of a small accident. it happened on one of the many Shinra ships. cloud was busy fighting off some of the soldiers while you were busy cracking the code to the main gate. It wasn't a difficult task as long as cloud could distract the others, but one soldier didn't seem to fall for it. suddenly someone grabbed your shoulder and pushed you backwards. you landed roughly against the nearest wall. Of course, cloud noticed this and immediately rushed to your side. he grabbed your hand to pull you behind him. the whole time he protected you, he never let go of your hand. so that was the closest you ever got to holding his hand with him. beside that nothing romantic ever happened between the two of you. after a while you came to the conclusion that cloud, probably, doesnt like you like this. in the beginning this perception was hard and you were heartbroken for days. maybe it was too much to ask for, considering how clumsy cloud is and that he doesnt really talk about his feelings.

"everything okay?" you nearly bumped against his chest, not noticing that cloud has stopped in his steps. were you sighing again? did he heard it? you could feel how your cheeks grew hotter with every passing second. in a fast motion you shook your head as cloud took a step into your direction. "are you sure? you were sighing pretty loudly. are you already tired? If yes .. dont worry we are nearly there"

you wanted to answer something but cloud turned around again. expecting to take up his pace you took a step forward but in the next moment something warm slipped into your hand. suprised your eyes darted downward and at the same time your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. cloud held your hand, he really held your hand. slowly your fingers closed around his palm. Whenever you pictured this day in your head, you never imagined that his hand would be so soft. it was like you were holding a fluffy cloud in your palm, carefully not to crush it.

with a slow motion cloud slowly started to walk again. like usual he didnt addressed the thing he just did and you were fine with it. by now you were too busy to calm down your pounding heart inside your chest. slowly cloud pulled you between some green bushes into a clearing. you could imagine that in this meadow many beautiful flowers were blooming, since its been night most of them were sleeping peacefully. As your eyes scanned the meadow, they stopped in a certain place. You immediately let go of cloud hand just so you could run to that spot.

"hey Y/N! whats wrong?" his voice rang in your ear but your eyes didnt left the spot. this was it, this wasnt a dream right?

suddenly you came to a halt and kneeled down on the ground. right in front of you were the glowing flower. it was so beautiful that you didnt even noticed how cloud kneeled down on the ground right beside you.

"its beautiful isnt it ...?" you asked him as your fingertips brushed over the delicate petals "yes ... more than beautiful" "say cloud how should we-"

the moment you turned your head into his direction you noticed that he was looking at you. cloud's face was so close and yet so far at the same time. from this distance you could clearly see his eyes which looked so beautiful to you. some other people were scared of him because of the Mako in them but for you, it was something totally normal. the glow from the flower was illuminating his face and for the first time you were able to see a slightly red shimmer on his cheeks. was he blushing? slowly you lift your hand up just to make sure youre not dreaming. mid air cloud catched your wrist with his own hand just to place it against his cheeks. at the same time your eyes widen feeling his soft warm skin at the back of your hand. what was wrong with him all of a sudden? why was he so affectionate?

"im sorry. i lied to you Y/N" "w-what do you mean ... ?" "tifa didnt wanted that flower. i just ... wanted to show you something beautiful ... and i thought such a flower would be the perfect thing you would enjoy"

you could see the hurt in his eyes, probably thinking you would be mad at him now. shaking your head you turned your hand inside of his palm into an direction so you were able to cup his cheek. how could you have been so blind? yes cloud never talked about his feelings but he always made sure to show them. especially around you he was always considerate, making sure that you felt comfortable on all their journeys.

a small smile appeared on your face "im not mad. thank you for showing me something so .. beautiful cloud."

the moment you pulled away from him to get up again, cloud squeezed your hand more tightly. in the next second your cheek was met with his chest, the soft fabric of his turtleneck shirt carressing your skin.

"cloud ...?" "Y/N I ..."

it was clear to you that he was struggling to find the right words. with a smile on your face you slowly lifted your head up, the red on his cheeks grew heavier with every second he kept looking at you. anxiety crawled up inside of you as his grip loosens around your body, what if he changed his opinion about you? a nervous chuckle escaped your mouth as you wanted to turn your head away but clouds hand on your cheek forced you to look back. there wasnt much time to contemplate what to say because in the next moment his warm lips met yours. at once your whole body felt like jelly as it immediately relaxed inside of his arms. it wasnt a passionate kiss he shared with you, it was a soft and careful kiss. clouds heartbeat hammered against your chest, it was so strong and loud that you could hear and feel it. as you wrapped both of your arms around his body to kiss him back, he slowly broke the kiss. clouds lips were still hovering above yours, just millimeters away. it was a sweet distraction from the words he finally managed to say;

"I love you, YN"

those words were enough, nothing more needed to be said. with a small nod your head moves forward to occupy his lips again. that was everything cloud needed as an an answer. the moon kept shining down on the both of you, wrapping your bodies in blue moonlight. it was like the whole forest approved of your feelings to each other as all the animals went quiet. around the both of you some fireflies took off from the grass into the sky. this moment belonged to you and cloud, no one could take this away from you anymore.

[cloudsmateria]

cloud strife x reader - are you ready to cry? cause i’m no good

this fic is impaired by les by childish gambino bc our little cloud is emotionally unavailable but he becomes infatuated with a girl he met at the club, both horribly drunk, leading him to catch some feeling and make some decisions he maybe probably shouldn’t have. they sneak around with each other until he has to cut this off. part 2 will probably come, we’ll see how i feel. this is my not proofread first draft, and is mostly an attempt for me to get better at smut since i don’t do it often. also my new fav song i’ve been previously gate keeping is here <3

tw: alcohol, drunk sex, a lot of sex

word count: 7.5k, most of it smut

wall street was party central beneath the plate, it was aerith who took him here promising a drink at the bar before he’d go back to sector 6, but one drink turned to two, turned to three, turned to 4 and the next thing he knew he was in a club on the dance floor with aerith, sending tifa a message telling her where he was.

it didn’t take long for you to catch his eye, you were already looking up at him, smiling and drawing him in. his head was swirling with everything revolving around you, but with a nudge from aerith it didn’t take much for him to approach you, not a thought behind those eyes to make him think twice.

“can i get you a drink?” he shouted over the music, your friends laughing and going off to the floor to let you have your moment.

“one more and i’m gonna pass out.” you giggled wrapping your arms around his neck to dance with him. “you’re not too far from your limit too.” he laughed, his hands naturally resting on your waist.

“how could you tell?”

”it took a good 5 minutes for you to notice me, you were in your own little world.”

”so you’ve been watching me since i came in, huh?”

”with that sword on your back? yes.”

”that the only reason?” he said smugly, leaning in to tease you. you smiled, going for a kiss, he pulled you forward without thinking. the warmth and softness of your lips engulfed his mind, you drawing away. he looked slightly shocked when his eyes met yours again, in a trance of your entirety. your giggle echoed throughout him. “what?”

“i don’t know, just you. i like you.” a sheepish laugh escaped his lips, looking down. he looked back to check if aerith was watching him, she luckily missed the entire exchange. tifa had come by and they had hit it off straight away, the two of them laughing at the bar. but he wasn’t too keen on them seeing him for the mockery that would come for the rest of his life.

“let’s get out of here, i wanna hear your voice better, see you in the light.” you said, like you were reading his mind, you pulled him gingerly toward the exit, his hand tightened around yours as you pulled him forward, spinning you around to wrap his arms around your waist when you got outside, kissing you like it was the first time against the wall, mindlessly. his hands feeling the skin of your waist in your silly crop top, he was too drunk to read what it said, it was something stupid undoubtedly.

he didn’t care, his lips wondered to your cheek kissing you all over, leading down the the back of your ears and kissing you down your neck, all he wanted was to taste you to feel the way your body shivered when his lips made contact.

“ah-“ your voice shivered. “i don’t know your name.” you whimpered, making his heart throb at your shaky voice, clear in the empty cold air.

“cloud.” he said, slowly pulling back, his breath gone at the look of your face. “you?” oh my god his voice was so hot. you tell him and he repeats it softly. you could’ve whimpered again right there, you could feel pink blushing your cheeks in the cold, something you hadn’t felt in ages and you didn’t want this to be just lust. you didn’t want to waste this moment.

his stomach twisted at your slight change in demeanour, slightly shy. to be honest he really wanted to kiss you more than anything, but decided to lay off for a second. how drunk you both were was also a concern that crossed his mind for a split second, he’d like to think he’d fight fine drunk. whatever, he’s a soldier.

”come on.” he held your hand, starting to walk down the street.

“you familiar with the area?” you asked.

“i have no idea where i’m going.” he said blankly, making you giggle.

”you must be far gone.”

”no, i just want to spend some more time with you.” you felt your heart pulse, skipping ahead a step to look at him.

“well, you’re in luck. i happen to know all the good spots, soldier.”

”lead the way, m’lady.”

you were already in the heart of wall market, the streets were bustling at this time of the night, the alleyways were filled with dodgy groups but you had your pretty little guard dog with you. his face was so pretty lit by the amalgamation of lights you walked through, red, purple, blue, he was beautiful, and a gentleman. 10 minutes into your walk your feet started to hurt so he ended up picking you up, a few giggly, teasing pecks being slung around until you were at the door of your small apartment, the elevated entrance looking over the street of wall market.

he hugged you from behind while you unlocked your door, picking you up on your way in to kiss you, pinning you against your entrance wall while kicking the door shut, pulling off your heels and pulling his sword off with his free hand to place against your door. your arms wrapped around his neck, focused on how soft his lips were. the alcohol had worn of slightly, you were both undoubtedly drunk which made everything about this feel that much more amazing.

“i’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered in your ear, nibbling your lobe while his hands got more adventurous, sliding up your dress to holding you by your ass. your breath caught in your throat, unable to resist the mako-infused trance his eyes cast over you, he carried you to your bed, laying you down gently. the room spun slightly, but it was a pleasant feeling, a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. his hand traced the curve of your waist, his eyes never leaving yours, breath shivering at the touch of the softness of your skin.

all of it was so intimate, so real, the way you looked at him made his heart throb. your hand found his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours, and in that moment, he knew he would never get enough of you, not the morning after, not in 10 years when you had split ways, he’d never forget your loving touch, soft skin, saccharine laugh. his hands moved to the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly as his mouth was desperately pressed against your plump lips, revealing your stomach, your chest, your shoulders. the cool air hit your skin, but his touch was like fire engulfing you.

his eyes searched yours for any signs of hesitation, but all he found was desperation like his. he leaned in, kissing down your chest, making you gasp with every gentle press of his lips. your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, you felt so alive, so loved, so desired. his touch was tender, yet firm, leaving no doubt about how badly he needed you, you slipped your fingers under his vest, tugging it upward. he pulled off his top with one hand, you were shocked, staring at his chiselled chest blatantly. you should’ve expected this from his arms, but even then, none of that prepared you for this.

his body was a masterpiece, sculpted from clay like an idol. every muscle defined, the way his abs rippled with every movement was mesmerizing. his arms were strong, yet gentle as they held you down, his chest a book of scars. the light from the street lamps outside danced across his skin, casting shadows that played tricks with your eyes. you couldn’t help but run your fingers over them.

his breath hitched, and his eyes closed briefly as you touched his scars, trying to keep himself under control. his hands slid up your thighs, teasing the edge of your panties, making you squirm. he pulled away from your chest, looking down at you with a smirk. “you enjoying yourself?”

you nodded, feeling a bit shy at his sudden question. “yes...” your voice was barely a whisper, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands continuing their exploration. he gently slid your panties to the side, his finger grazing your wetness. you gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his finger inside, making you arch off the bed, gasping loudly.

“oh, cloud!” you moaned out his name, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. his eyes lit up with satisfaction, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin.

“that’s it, baby.” he said, his voice deep and rough, making you press your legs together. his finger moved in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm that had you clutching the bed sheets. he leaned down to kiss you again, his free hand playing with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making you whimper. his free arm leaning above your head to keep himself stable, his shadowed face watching your blissed expression. your hips rolled up with his fingers, desperately trying to get closer. he could feel your pussy twitch, the heat radiating from you and the warm smell of your perfume surrounding him, intoxicated by more than just the alcohol, it was your aura he was drinking in. he was throbbing so hard it hurt.

he buried himself into your neck in his breathlessness, panting right in your ear, your hand buried in his hair pulling him closer into you. he kissed your lobe softly, every touch left a mark on your soul, you could feel his intensity in every action, it all came out. he felt this was the only peace he had in his hectic life, you unwrapped him to his barest form.

his finger continued to work you, making you squirm under him. “what do you want?” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. you bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan. “anything…. ah- you’re enough, anything, cloud...” you breathed out, your voice shaky, you were close.

his voice was a soft caress, the words coming out of his mouth were like a gentle storm, confusing yet comforting, the kind that left you breathless. “are you sure about this? about me?” he asked, his thumb circling your clit, driving you crazy. you nodded, unable to form more coherent words. his fingers moving faster, curling just right. your orgasm quickly building as your legs pressed tighter together, quivering. his thumb found your clit, circling it perfectly, you were at your limit.

“c-cloud!” you screamed, body convulsing as waves of your pleasure crashed over you. he was amazed. your sound was music in his ears, and his own arousal grew tenfold to the way your pussy pulsed around his fingers, everything you did was beautiful. his bulge was already uncomfortable, but now it was unbearable. he pulled his fingers out of you, making you twitch. you wrapped your arms around him as he kissed down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

he sat up to kick his jeans off, throwing them to the corner of your room. you could see his dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot at his tip from his leaking precum. you jaw dropped, his size was intimidating and yet unbelievably hot, you did not expect him to be packing this much. he palmed himself through his boxers, chuckling at your reaction. he pulls you on top of him, taking your hand and pressing it against his erection, skin hot to the touch.

“what?” he asks, a playful smirk playing on his lips, watching your reaction. you blush deeper, not breaking eye contact, your hand still wrapped around him.

“iis that even going to fit?”

“dunno. you having second thoughts?” he teases. you bite your lip, shaking your head. yes, you definitely were having second thoughts but that wasn’t going to stop you. you want him more than ever now. you lean down to kiss him again, feeling his cock pulse in your hand. his tongue slides into your mouth, dancing with yours, the taste of alcohol as you mix together. you can feel your heart racing in your chest.

he moves your hand away, sliding his boxers down, his cock springing free. he’s huge and dripping. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice soothing.

“mhm.” you nod, eagerly leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch in your hand.

"fuck." he whispers, the taste of saltiness coated your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it, making you want to taste more of him. you lick the length of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, a low groan leaving his mouth. you swirl your tongue around the head, making him hiss before taking him into your mouth, feeling him fill your throat.

"shit!"

his hands went to your hair, gripping it tightly as you moved your mouth up and down his length, your tongue caressing every inch. he watched you with a mix of pleasure and disbelief, feeling his orgasm build rapidly. he could feel your throat contract around his tip, his balls tightening. but he didn’t want to come too soon. he gently pushes your head away, panting heavily.

“you’re too good at that, but it’s not what i had in mind.” he breathed. “i need to be inside you so badly right now.” his hand went to the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek. the affection in his voice made you squirm, he brought his head down for another kiss. his hands roamed up to your hips, kneading the fat in his hands. he flipped over hovering over you with your back against the sheets, his eyes were filled with lust and something else you couldn’t figure out, whatever it was, it was intense.

he gripped your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. his free hand slid down between your thighs, prying your legs wide open for him, fingers slowly dragging up your slit, getting drenched in your wetness. his eyes searched your own for any sign of hesitation.

“i don’t know how much control i have over myself.” he said lowly, he has pushed himself to his limit with you. you nodded quickly, already desperate for him and ready for anything he wanted to do to you.

“that’s okay, cloud.”

”are you sure?”

”ive never been so sure about someone in my life.” you said, looking up at him tenderly. his heart swelled in his chest, feeling heavier than before. no one had ever looked at him like that, spoken to him like that, your words raw and ripping deep into him. he knew he didn’t deserve this, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but revel in it. if he only had sober enough of a mind to turn away now and stop himself from hurting you.

“fuck… stop looking at me like that.” he murmured, heart hammering in his chest. the look in your eyes was like a warm embrace, he looked down, trying to avoid it, it was overwhelming him. your giggle only made his heart throb more, he couldn't help but smile.

his grip on your wrist tightened, pushing your hips down to align with him, his tip could feel the heat of your entrance. slowly, he dragged it up your folds, drenching it in your wetness and making your body shiver until it hooked against your entrance, making you arch your back. he groaned, the friction was driving him insane. you looked up into his eyes, trying to prepare yourself to accommodate him. he took a deep breath.

“are you okay with this?“ he asked one last time, his voice strained with the effort to not rushing into this no matter how badly he wanted it. this was your first time and you were nervous but sure. you nodded eagerly, cheeks flushing red. it was all he needed. he pushed into you, slowly sinking the tip into you, it was so tight.

”fuck….” he breathed out.

you closed your eyes, you could feel them rolling to the back of your head, a mixture of pleasure and pain. you bit your lip though a muffled moan still managed to slip out as you stretched around him. he paused for a moment giving you time to adjust around him. he pushed in deeper, groaning, the heat was overwhelming as he felt himself getting deeper until he bottomed out completely and you’re sure your neighbours heard the disgusting noises that spilled from your mouth.

“shit, you feel too good. “ he twitched inside you, he cursed himself for being so close already. you felt so full, the pain of trying to adjust to him was wearing off slowly and all that consumed you was pleasure. he watched your face, all your reactions, it made his heart ache. “see what you’ve done to me?”

“oh, cloud.” you whimpered, he loved it when you said his name like that. his face trailed down to your, neck the peaks between your breasts until his hands lost the grip of your wrists to cup your breast, the thumb grazing over the sensitive peak, rolling them between his fingers. the other squeezing your ass. his lips latched onto your nipple, sucking them into his mouth. his hips drew out completely, until it was just his tip left in you just to push back in inch by inch. it was driving you crazy, and yet it was keeping him from spilling into you too early.

“you don’t know how bad i needed you, so good.” he whispered. your hand tangled into his hair, the other digging into the flesh of his shoulder. he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with his tongue. you could feel your core clench around him as he switched to the other, his hands supporting your weight. the way his mouth felt on your sensitive skin was heavenly. you clenched around him from the shockwave of pleasure, you felt him twitch. he groaned, the vibration of his voice making you shiver. “you drive me insane.” you were going to ask what you were in a minute, the way he made you feel on an emotional level just made everything that much more intense. “i want you all to myself.”

his sucks grew harder, more insistent, the sounds of your combined breathing filling the small apartment. your moans grew louder, mixing with the occasional whine as he stretched you open, his cock thick and demanding. he could feel your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go faster, deeper.

he pulled away as his control thinned, hand leaning against the headboard while his other gripped your hip tightly, the sound of his groans filling the room. his pace picked up as he got more urgent, hips snapping with a rhythm that made you wrap your legs around his waist. you threw your head back pleasure quickly building in your belly, your pulses starting to get more frantic, begging for more.

“ah! cloud! yes- oh!” his need was getting more urgent with each thrust, the way your body was moving against him was mesmerising, your breasts bouncing in the dim light, his eyes were stuck on you as he quickened, getting rougher, watching your chest rise and fall with each irregular breath and moan, your lust playing out just for him in fusion with your flushed face, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, it was just enough to make him come undone as he felt you pulse and clench around him frantically.

his thumb found your way to your clit, teasing it as he fucked you. that was it for you. your walls clamped down on him, shaking as your orgasm crashed through you. you bit your lip desperately to stop yourself from waking everyone in the building up, nails digging into his back as he kept up his pace, chasing his own climax. he could feel it building quickly, balls tightening as he dug himself deeper into you, body begging for release.

“fuck, where do you want it?” your mind was gone, drunk with pleasure and the thought of his cum in you was too much to resist, you wanted to be his, all of him inside you.

“inside me,” you moaned. his eyes darkened, heart jittering in his chest, pounding against his rib cage. the idea of marking you with his cum, was so fucking hot, it sent a shiver down his spine and his cock throb even more insistently, movements getting more urgent and deliberate.

“are you sure?” his jaw clenched as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge.

“yes cloud.” your voice with that pulse of your pussy around him sent him over the edge. he grabbed your hips, forcing himself as deep as possible, you felt it shoot inside you in waves as he groaned loudly, cock twitching with each spill.

“all of it, fucking take all of it.” he managed in ragged, raspy breaths as he buried himself deeper, you clenched and tightened around him instinctively, milking every drop, you were so sensitive you felt yourself get close again. everyone must have heard that. his body sloped over, wrapping around your waist tightly as he slowly pumped himself in you a few more times to fuck everything as deep as possible, all of his hot seed filling you completely, it couldn’t be possible to have that much cum. you moaned softly as you felt yourself get overcome with the sensation again, a second orgasm, becoming a twitching and shivering mess all over again.

he laughed quietly, his body still trembling with the aftershock of his release as he continued to pulse inside you. he leaned down to kiss you again, you could feel each other’s heart race as your bodies pressed against each other.

“you’re something else,” he murmured against your swollen lips, your legs were still trembling, and you were still deliciously full of his cum and hard dick. you realised how much you wanted this to be more than just a drunken hookup without any courage to say anything.

he took another moment to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours sweetly. “i want to go down on you until you pass out.” his soft voice did not match that nature of that sentence, you felt your cheek heating up at the words. “but i’ll let you get some rest, you need it.” his gentle kisses trailed down your neck, carefully flipping you over so he didn’t slip out of you, your bodies fit perfectly against each other as your head rested against his chest, his hands playing with your hair as you pulled the covers up.

his breath was warm and steady against your cheek, you felt so safe, he was so warm and big underneath you. your eyes grew heavier, the room still slightly spinning, in complete bliss. his other arm around you tightly, holding you closer, his heartbeat like a lullaby. and that’s when the gravity of what happened weighed on you, you didn’t want him to leave tomorrow, you really liked him, and he didn’t even know your last name.

you sat up, looking down at him, his eyes still closed and breathing steadily. “cloud?” you whispered, unsure if he was asleep. his eyes fluttered open, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “yeah?”

his hand squeezed your side, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through your body. “can i ask you something?” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.

“of course, what’s on your mind?” he sat up with you, his smile fading slightly as he sensed your shift in mood.

you took a moment to gather your thoughts, your heart in your throat. “what is this going to be between us? i mean i know it’s not a relationship, and i just need to know if this means anything to you or if it’s just a one-night thing?” you whispered, staring at the ceiling.

cloud’s hand stilled on your back, his smile fading into a contemplative line. “what do you want it to be?” he asked, his voice low and serious. you felt his eyes on you, waiting for your answer.

“i don’t know,” you admitted, feeling the weight of your words. “i just know that i really like you, i don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”

cloud’s gaze was intense as he studied your face, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your waist. “i like you too,” he said finally, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through you. “i just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not good at this sort of thing.”

the confession hung in the air. you could see the fear in his eyes, had he been sober it would’ve been a definite no. yet, here you were, entangled in each other’s arms.

”can we see where this goes?”

he took a deep breath, gaze not leaving yours. he wanted you so badly, but a hint of his sober self was warning him, he ignored it. “yeah, let’s see where this goes.” his arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you closer as he kissed the top of your head. his dick was still semi-hard inside you as you drifted off.

…

you were woken up by the orange glow across your room from the windows. cloud’s arms were still around you, you looked up, his face peaceful with his messy hair splayed across your pillows, chest rising and falling. his morning wood was still inside you, it was already starting to stir, growing in length and thickness as he slowly woke up, your body was still sensitive and full from last night, you squirmed slightly.

his eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling your movement, his sleepy eyes met yours. he smirked, remembering what was happening

“good morning, to both of you.” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. his fingers circled your hip, his cock fully hard now, rolling it up into you.

“cloud!” he covered your mouth, not wanting to wake up your whole apartment block, his other hand sliding down to your clit, grazing it enough for you to gasp into his palm. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he moved his cock inside you, shallowly thrusting in and out, feeling you clench around him.

“see, you don’t mind it, do you?” you felt his back muscles tighten under your hands, your face on his chest, flexing as he picked up his pace. he leaned in to kiss the top of your head, his hand moving to grip your thigh and keep your open for him.

his strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you, lubricated by the mess of the night before. your breath hitched as you felt him hit that spot deep inside, making your toes curl. he was like a different person with you, easy going with no need to hide himself, confident. his movements got stronger and more demanding, so big he filled you up completely, stretching you out all over again.

his hips were slapping against yours, echoing throughout the room mixed with your muffled moans and his groans of pleasure. he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making your mind go numb all over again, tensing around him, orgasm building up quickly. it didn’t take much for either of you to finish, both still sensitive from last night. his hips jittered, your pussy contracting around his cock as he pushed through your walls, pressing you down on him. it twitched inside you, sputtering hot cum inside of you again.

his breathing was ragged, flipping you over again so he was on top of you as he slowly pulled out despite the suction of your pussy, being left empty. some of it leaked out, but he fingered it back in, making you shiver and moan. he chuckled quietly, looking at the state of you.

“good morning to us.” you said as he lay his head on your chest, continuing to push in and out of you. he looked around your room, it was as big as his, though a lot more lived in and homely. books stacked up on the floor, notebooks and makeup from last night splayed out on your desk and a scythe in the corner of the room which caught his attention.

“i’m gonna go clean up.” you whispered, trying to slip out of bed, his arms tightened around you

“stay a bit longer.” he mumbled against your neck, it was clear he was about to sleep again. “it’s only 6.” the warmth of his breath tickling your neck.

“i would love to, cloud. but i do have work.”

his eyes searched yours, the conflict of his want versus your needs. "i'll make it quick." he whispered, kissing your forehead before rolling off you, his cock sliding out of you with a wet sound that made him groan. he stood up, grabbing your hand, pulling you off the bed. the warmth of his cum trailed down your thigh. "we can shower together."

you nodded, following him to the bathroom, the floor cold against your bare feet. the shower was already running, the sound of water hitting the tiles echoing through the room. cloud stepped in, holding his hand out for you, the water washing over him, his muscles rippling as he moved. you stepped in, the warmth wrapping around you, his arms enveloping you again.

his hands roamed your body, the water slipping over your curves, his eyes tracing your figure. “you’re so beautiful.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck. you leaned into his touch, his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing it gently, making you giggle.

cloud picked up a washcloth, soaping it up and moving it down your body, his eyes never leaving yours as he washed you off. the warmth of the water washed over you both, mixing with the steam that filled the small room, the scent of your combined arousal still lingering in the air. his soapy hand reached between your legs, washing off the mess of the night, his thumb grazing your clit, making you jump.

his eyes were on your face, watching every little reaction, the way your eyes would roll back at the slightest touch. “can’t get my hands off you.” he chuckled, kissing the side of your neck. his other hand cupped your face, tilting it up to look into your eyes. “you really do drive me crazy.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling his hardness press against your thigh. ”do you ever take a break?”

“this is your fault. you’re too tempting,” he said, his voice a low growl. he stepped closer, pressing you against the tiles as he dropped the washcloth. his hand went back to your neck, tilting it to the side, kissing the pulse point. “but i’ll behave for now.”

his hands were gentle but firm. you leaned into him, your breasts pushing against his chest. he took his sweet time, washing every inch of you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he looked away. your heart fluttered at the tender way he touched you, while your hands ran over his arms, washing him off.

his cock was hard again, brushing against your stomach. it was clear he wasn’t done with you, but he didn’t push it, he knew you had to get ready. instead, he kissed your forehead and stepped back, letting you wash off the soap. you watched him under the water, the way his muscles flexed.

you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself, feeling the warmth of the air hit your wet skin. he followed you, his own towel around his waist. you get into a clean set of comfy clothes, you gave Cloud one of your large sweatpants you normally slept in. "you can keep it," you said with a smile, watching him put it on. "i have plenty."

“why? you do this often?” he asked.

“the opposite actually.” you said.

you both looked at the clock again, it was only 5 AM, and the sun hadn’t fully risen. “why don’t we just cuddle for a bit longer?” you suggested, pulling off your bed sheets and changing them, he helped you spread ita cross your matress, your voice filled with hope. Cloud’s eyes lit up, he didn’t hide his enthusiasm.

“i thought you had work,” he said, walking back towards the bed and pulling the covers aside for you to slip in next to him.

“well, i do… at 5pm.”

“what?”

“i work at a bar, it's a night shift today so i've got the whole day off."

"i wish i could stay here with you but i have to get back to sector 7 at 8. my friend owns a bar and she does need my help if i want to continue to have a place to stay."

"that's cool, are you a bartender?"

"mercenary. i thought i told you this last night?"

"oh." you remembered, though it was still surprising. "sorry, i think i was just more focused on some other things from last night."

he laughed quietly. "don't worry."

you lay there for a bit longer, basking in the warmth of cloud’s embrace, listening to the rain tap against the window. His arm was draped over your waist, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin just above your panties.

“when will i see you again?” he asked absent mindedly.

you turned to look at him, his eyes still sleepy but filled with something that looked a lot like hope. “im free tonight after my shift, though it's about 1am.” you said with a playful smile. that was perfect, aerith and tifa would've been asleep by then, he could sneak out to see you.

“i’ll make it work,” he said, his voice filled with determination. you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest, his willingness to make time for you was something you weren’t used to. “i want to see you again, badly.”

cloud’s hand stilled on your shirt, his eyes looking at yours with a mix of guilt and excitement. the guilt was something he wasn’t used to feeling. he was a mercenary, used to taking what he wanted and moving on, but with you it was different. the thought of not seeing you again was unbearable, and he felt guilty for feeling this way, knowing he might be leading you on, he couldn’t help himself. he warned you last night.

you nodded, trying to keep the hope off your face. “i’ll be waiting for you.” you leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh, it was clear he wanted more but he knew he couldn’t push it. you both laid there, your bodies entwined, talking about everything and nothing until the sun had fully risen, and suddenly it was 7.30, and he had to leave.

his kiss was gentle as he pulled away from you. “i’ll see you tonight then,” he said, getting back into his soldier uniform. you gave him a peck on the cheek before he left your apartment, the cold air of the early morning a stark contrast to the warmth he left behind.

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leave a comment if u want a part 2, i’m undecided <3

[sugawhaaa]

My delulu ass has been thinking about Clouds first time lately so I'm gonna rant

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As we all know cloud is not good at expressing himself like...ever so I'd imagine the conversation about having sex would go something like.

"Sure, yeah,"

"You don't have to I'm just asking,"

"No I want to,"

And he would sound very unconvincing the entire time but you can tell by his efforts that he definitely wanted to do this with you for a long time. He'd be much more interested in you than the pleasure you could bring him. He wants to feel you, hear you, see you in a whole new way. That's what gets him excited. So he'd be open to exploring all kinds of things revolving around your body but he feels a little conflicted because he can't read your expressions.

"I can't tell if you're in pain or pleasure when you make those faces..."

He's undoubtedly a little shy and nervous, especially when it comes to his body, but he has a massive amount of trust in you, thus why you're his first, so he'll let you take the lead most of the time. However for actual penetration he'd want to be on top, one way or another, but he'd like it best if he got to see your face.

He wants to see you in pleasure and make sure that you're okay. He's the only that gets to see you like this so he's going to cherish it.

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[elvenxwarrior]

Final Fantasy - Cloud Strife - NSFW Headcanons

Masterlist

You can also find these posted on my AO3!

WARNING! NSFW! MINORS DNI!

☁︎ Cloud likes things to be very wholesome and intimate when y'all get down to business.

☁︎ He likes to lay down and have his SO on top of him, riding him - he likes being close to you and running his hands down your body. He can't resist a squeeze of your booty though~

☁︎ He likes to smooch during sex and will kiss everywhere he can reach - lean down and kiss him and he'll melt into you. He will thread his hands into your hair and hold you close.

☁︎ I don't think Cloud would be ridiculously kinky - If things get rough or spicy I think at most, Cloud would top and hold your arms or wrists down.

☁︎ That being said, he has a filthy mouth and knows what you like to hear...~

Admittedly, when you first got sexually intimate, he felt very awkward about it-

☁︎ Cloud isn't super loud but he'll softly moan in your ear - he only gets loud when he's going to cum.

☁︎ When it comes to foreplay, Cloud really likes giving oral, he's pretty skilled with his tongue and loves to grip your thighs whilst servicing you.

☁︎ After cumming, Cloud will tell you he loves you, softly against your neck as you cuddled up and probably fall asleep <3

[zzprompto]

☆ bandages and kisses

cloud strife x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: [name] ends up bandaging cloud up after one of cloud's comissions. cloud finds himself opening up to [name] and confessing. (meant to be viewed as romantic.)

the lowercase is intentional !

- warning: cuts, bruises and blood mentioned.

"you've got to stop doing this to yourself, cloud." [name] sighed, shaking his head as he continued to wrap bandages around cloud's arm. "like, seriously. remind me how many times i've patched you up this month?"

cloud looked away, frowning a little. he didn't want to admit the amount, it was definitely too much to count. it was definitely way too much for a normal person to be bandaged up. but, of course, cloud wasn't a normal person. he was a merc, an ex-soldier carrying a bunch of burdens on his shoulders.

"..too many times." cloud mumbled, finally accepting defeat after being called out. "i'm sorry." well, that was a first. [name] had never heard cloud apologise before, so this was definitely a first for him. "i know i should take it easy, but i can't. i have a duty to fulfill, even if that means i injure myself badly because people don't know how to fight properly.."

[name] just hummed, tying up the bandage that he finished wrapping on cloud's arm. "i get it. you're strong and you want to flaunt it around by having scars." [name] teased, chuckling a little. this made cloud huff, he didn't appreciate this 'joke' [name] made.

"you have any more cuts or bruises i should check out?" [name] asks, removing his hand from cloud's arm and looking at him with a face of concern. cloud nods in response. "yeah, my chest has a few i think." he says. [name] smirked back. "pull your top off then. i can't help you if your shirt is still on." he chuckled. cloud then pulled off his top, revealing an array of scars, bruises and freshly formed wounds on his skin.

[name] whistled as he saw cloud's bare chest. it was toned and glistening in the light, a truly pretty sight to see. [name] couldn't believe he was so lucky to see this sight. he didn't think cloud was going to take his top off so quickly without a rebuttal.

"damn, you probably pick up a lot of ladies with a body like that." [name] joked. in all honestly he loved to tease cloud, it was so easy to get a reaction from the blonde. this time was no different, of course.

cloud's cheeks turned a light shade of pink and he looked away from [name]'s gaze. he couldn't stand the jokes [name] made. he didn't appreciate them one bit.

"i'm not even going to answer that." cloud muttered, his face still turned away from [name]. "just hurry up and clean my cuts. i'm getting cold." cloud sighed. it was true, he was getting cold. there were goosebumps forming on his arms and his hairs started to stand on end.

"okay, okay." [name] smiled, getting some alcohol wipes and grazing them over cloud's skin. luckily, the cuts cloud had on his chest weren't deep or that painful, so the cleaning process was quick and left cloud unharmed.

[name] continues cleaning up cloud's few cuts with some wipes before speaking up again. "i must say, you're complaining about being cold but your shirt has no sleeves anyway. how are you not cold all the time?" he asks, genuinely curious about how cloud was not cold in that tank top. if it was [name] wearing it during the winter, he'd definitely freeze to death. maybe it was because cloud was an 'ex-SOLDIER' or because of the whole mako thing. either way, [name] didn't get it.

"..what? not appreciative of my jokes today?" [name] cocked his head to the side, smirking slightly at cloud to get a rise out of him. "i mean, yeah, the ladies probably love the tank top and your bod and all, but i don't understand how you don't get cold wearing that." [name] simply stated, shrugging before continuing to clean cloud's wounds.

"i bet tifa loves all of it." [name] mumbled to himself with a smirk still playing on his face.

that's when cloud had enough of [name]'s games. he was fed up by all of this talk about ladies.. and his body.. and now tifa.

"i don't want tifa to love my body, or whatever you're implying." cloud replied, sighing. he was growing more and more frustrated by [name]'s comments, but he couldn't grow too angry. [name] was patching him up and the one most dearest to cloud. "i want you to.." it slips out in a whisper, completely by accident.

[name] stops for a second. he didn't know if he heard correctly, so he just threw away the dirtied wipe into the nearby bin and he laughed.

"oh." [name] laughs, thinking it was cloud's turn in telling jokes. however, by the look on cloud's face (his blush, and eyes darting everywhere to not look at [name]) it was obvious the blonde was not joking.

"shit. you're being for real?" [name] asks, tilting his head and raising a brow at his friend. "i always assumed you were into tifa- i mean, you guys were always close back then and now you are.. i guess?" [name] sighed before speaking up again. "men are confusing." he says, as if he is not a man himself.

"i'm serious." cloud speaks up, a little flustered and embarrassed by this whole ordeal. he never expected that he'd fumble this bad and confess in the most stupid and unromantic way ever. "i want you to love my body.. not just my body though, that sounds weird." cloud's voice is quiet, and seemingly nervous. definitely a different and more vulnerable cloud than the one [name] was used to.

[name] hummed in response and he finally finished wiping down cloud's chest, putting a few plasters on the really bad areas. he then handed the blonde his tank top, watching him put it back on. [name] smiled a little at cloud before he spoke up.

"i do love your body.." [name] joked again, staring at cloud with a sickeningly sweet smile. "but i love all of you too." he admitted, taking one of cloud's gloved hands into his own. "i just thought you were into tifa." [name] repeats, shaking his head. "so i didn't say anything, just incase you did actually like her."

cloud was now totally flustered. even though [name] was holding his hand through a glove, cloud could feel everything about [name]'s hand. it was driving him crazy. in a good way, of course.

"i should probably stop mention tifa now.. you literally just said something and i just confessed so, this is not the right moment.." [name] muttered, laughing nervously as he met cloud's eyes. "but, i mean it. you know, the whole 'i love all of you' thing. seriously." [name] continued.

cloud nodded and he smiled back at [name], taking in a deep breath before he spoke himself. "thank you.." he says, feeling the need to say it. nobody had ever confessed to him before, so he didn't know what to say. sure, people flirted with him on the streets calling him a 'hot merc', but this was different. this was an actual confession. "i love all of you too.. i mean it." cloud whispers.

[name] grins even wider, if that was even possible. he then leans over and places a small kiss on cloud's forehead.

"i'm glad you feel the same way, then." [name] replied, stroking cloud's gloved hand. "we should probably go out some time, don't you think? we'd make an awesome couple." [name] smirked.

cloud laughed this time, looking at [name] with a slight tint of pink dusting his cheeks. "of course, i'd love to go out with you some time." cloud said, feeling the happiest he had ever felt in ages.

"next time i have to patch you up, i'm giving you lots of kisses. just a heads up." [name] hummed, kissing cloud's forehead yet again. "every cut or bruise you get is one kiss from me." [name] said before leaning down and kissing one of the cuts on cloud's arm.

"i guess i'll get some more bruises on my next comission then." cloud joked, loving the way [name] was making him feel right now. he felt so loved and happy in that moment, he never wanted it to end.

cloud was sure looking forward to the next time he'd get tended to by [name]. instead of them being friends, it'd now be a boyfriend treating his boyfriend with lots of kisses. cloud absolutely loved the idea of that.

☆ author's note: this took so long to write. i'll try get requests done but i have absolutely zero time management help me. i hope this is actually somewhat adequate.

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[demialwrites]

Masterlist (FF7)

Updated as of Dec 13th, '24

Rufus Shinra

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Fics: Hunted · Sand Through Fingers · 2 · 3 · Somnophilia · Rufus Vs Reeve · 2 · 3 · I Can Train You · Taking Your Hand · Kidnapped · The Secretary · Queen's Blood · You're An Idiot · Sparring · Degrading · A Freak · The Monster · Good Girl · 2(+Rude) · Butterfly in a Jar · 2 · 3 · 4 · 5 · 6 · 7 · 8

Rufus + Tseng

Fics: The Offer · 2 · Untitled · 2 · 3 · 4 · Straight Smut

Tseng

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5

Fics: Anything · Casual Relationship · Sub Tseng · Quarantine · Stupid · Pie in the Sky · Interrogation

Sephiroth

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4

Fics: Broken Toy · Fallen Angel, Down to Earth · Bonding Time · Bonding Time V. 2 · Experiment of Passage · Comfort & Dread

Rude

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4

Reno

Fics: A Short

Headcanons: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Cloud

Headcanons: 1 2 3

Barret

Headcanons: 1 2

Elena

Headcanons: 1 2

Reeve

Headcanons: 1

Fics: Submissive Reeve

Solo Character/Ship: Reno · Rufus Shinra · The Tower(Sephru) · I See.(Sephru)

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The Nightmare Begins October 13th! 

Vincent Valentine Week returns October 13th! We are so excited to be back celebrating our favorite gothic grandpa, former Turk and overall best boy! 

Prompts: 

October 13-Surprise/Celebrate/Sweet

October 14-Sin/Technology/Coffin

October 15-Materia/Trauma/Protection

October 16-Atonement/Monster/Secret

October 17-Bullet/Weapon/Recoil

October 18-Save/Game/Card

October 19-Status Ailment/Lost/Foreign

October 20-Summon/Mistake/Sleep

Guidelines

⚰️Work must be your own that means no plagiarized art/fic or AI art/fic

⚰️Vincent must be recognizable as a character 

⚰️Work must be Vincent Valentine centric

⚰️Ships, AUs, OCs and collabs are welcome!

⚰️You are not obligated to finish the week or do every prompt 

⚰️SFW and NSFW content are allowed, just tag appropriately. 

⚰️You must wait until the event starts to share work

⚰️Tag #Vincentweek2024, #vvw24 or @vincentvalentineweek to be featured 

[c0smoshit]

Cuddling with ffvii boys!!

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Sephiroth and Angeal Hewley

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, fluff and more fluff, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ enjoy!! :))

Cloud

★ Obviously he had to be the first one I'll be talking about

★ Yeahh... If you want to actually touch this guy without him freaking out, you'll have to wait for him to finally give in to his desires

★ Once he's warmed up, may god save you from his wreckingly long cuddling sessions ( poor baby he's so so so touch starved )

★ He doesn't care about the position, he just wants you close, really close to him ( paying off for all the times he has dreamt about you in his arms )

★ Will probably fall asleep very soon once he's got you trapped

"Feeling better?"

A low grumble of approval made your belly vibrate. His head was laying down on your stomach as you were sat on the headboard of the bed, your legs placed by his sides as he had his arms hugging your middle part.

He hugged you as if you were about to leave the room ( which was indeed, not happening ). His eyes were closed and his breathing was serene too, taking the chance to play with his hair meanwhile.

You were both winding down from the day, his hair still a bit damp from the shower he had just taken. And god did he look cute all sleepy on your belly.

You smiled, enjoying one of the very few moments Cloud would let you see his soft side.

Zack

★ My baby 🤧

★ Where do I even start, well, should we be asking him?

★ Because the moment your arms would welcome him in a maze of softness and care, this boy would be down bad

★ Automatically would have you trapped bellow him or viceversa, he likes physical touch maybe a bit too much

★ Is also one of the very few moments where you can actually hear silence again besides him, just the sound of his breathing mixed with yours

"Zack! I'm hom-"

Not even 5 seconds after you had shouted that into what you thought was your empty living room, he was already hoisting you up in the air by your waist like the puppy that was waiting for his owner he was.

. . .

"I missed you"

"I know, I know"

You tried to shush him, but it was quite a dificult task since he had his whole body on top of you on the sofa. His arms embracing your back, almost as if he didn't care about the cramps he knew he would get, he just cared about you.

He looked at you over where his head was laying on your chest, pointing out how pretty you looked when you smiled. God he is such a dork.

Sephiroth

★ Okay so this guy is... big

★ Not a fan of hugs but god, he lives off your arms wrapped around him

★ He would carry you bride style even when you both are cuddling on the bed. Keeping you close to him by your back and knees

★ You should be proud because this guy... this guy isn't really a big fan of having company nor physical touch with them

★ Once he is alone with you, he is a whole different man

Silence fell over your cute and tidied up room, Sephiroth's best music to listen to.

Your cheek met his collarbone, he was sat on your headboard as he kept you close to him with both of his arms. One by the back of your knees and the other on your back.

His heartbeat made you almost fall asleep by it's lulling trap, and you were sure you wouldn't last any longer either way.

Quiet nights like this before sleep were your absolute favourite and you could tell by the way he spoke to you with such honey bathed words that he enjoyed quite as good as you.

Angeal

★ GOD

★ He loves, loves, loves holding you

★ Anywhere and whenever, his arms would be around you. You're just too sweet not to be held, he thinks

★ But he also loves having your soft hands caressing his skin too, whenever you would let him lay his head down on your thighs as you caressed his forehead and hair.

★ He just loves keeping u close ;)

"G'mornin love"

Your mumbled out response was enough for his heart to melt over your weary eyes and softened voice.

Your arms were curled up in his chest, his strenght not failing him as he kept you close even when he was asleep. He wishes he could stay like this with you forever.

Curled up in his arms as the sun bathed your pretty face, the soft whines you would let as he tried to get you off the bed.

Bonus!!

His hands felt cold at first against your belly, but soon a scorching warmth would start to envelop your guts.

His breathing was serene against your nape, your back against his front. Almost poetically implying that you trusted him, that you cared about him.

No matter how deeply he would have fallen asleep, he still would and will keep you as secure and close to his body. Under the warm covers of your bed, everything felt nicer anyways.

So when you felt his characteristic blonde locks trickling your neck, you felt at home.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

Breaking Rules | Cloud Strife x Reader

Part Two

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Summary: Days after your initial meeting, Cloud finds himself drawn back to Wall Market, unable to explain his motives even to himself. Against all odds, he sees you again and, despite the transactional nature of your relationship, invites you over again.

Words: ~5,100

Tags: Cloud Strife is Bad At Feelings, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, Reader Insert, Female Reader, Plus/Midsize Reader, No Y/N

Cloud stood by the window of his apartment, staring out at the sprawling mess of Midgar’s undercity, his mind far from the dull hum of the streets below. Normally, when he wasn’t on a mission, his thoughts stayed focused on his next task, keeping him grounded in the predictable rhythm of his life. But lately, his mind had been elsewhere—on you.

It had been a few days since that night. He should’ve forgotten you by now, moved on like he always did. Yet every time he closed his eyes, he saw you—your calm gaze, your teasing smirk, the way your voice wrapped around his name like you’d known him longer than the span of an hour or two.

Cloud’s fingers curled around the windowsill, his knuckles whitening as he gripped it tighter. What the hell was wrong with him? He’d had numerous other encounters before, other nights that blurred together into something forgettable. Why was this different?

His eyes dropped to the faint reflection of himself in the glass, the glow of the city’s neon lights casting sharp shadows over his features. He looked as tired as he felt, the weight of his sleepless nights etched into his face. Nights where your name, your laugh, your smirk haunted the edges of his mind.

The sound of his phone vibrating on the table behind him pulled him from his thoughts. He turned slowly, dragging his feet as though reluctant to break the stillness of the room. Picking up the device, he glanced at the screen.

A message from Tifa. "You okay? Haven’t heard from you all day."

Cloud hesitated, his thumb hovering over the keys. He wanted to type something simple, something that would put her at ease without inviting more questions. Instead, he set the phone back down, the message unanswered.

Cloud shook his head, grabbing his jacket from the chair. Maybe he just needed some air. Something to clear his mind. But as he stepped out into the street, his feet didn’t carry him to any random part of the city.

They carried him toward Wall Market.

Cloud told himself it was coincidence. He hadn’t meant to end up there—it wasn’t like he was searching for you. That would be ridiculous. Wall Market was sprawling, chaotic, a maze of noise and neon lights. The odds of running into someone twice, especially someone like you, were slim. Practically nonexistent.

And yet, as he pushed through the crowded streets, his eyes darted to every corner, scanning the shadows, searching the face of every figure that leaned against a building as the hum of the market surrounded him—vendors shouting over one another, laughter spilling from nearby bars, the faint buzz of electricity from flickering neon signs, and there in the distance: The Rusty Chocobo.

Cloud shoved his hands into his pockets, his jaw tightening. He hadn’t meant to end up here. He told himself that again, as though repetition might make it true.

His eyes darted to the figures moving in and out of the bar, scanning faces without meaning to. A woman stepped out, laughing loudly with her companions, and for a split second, Cloud’s chest tightened. But it wasn’t you.

Of course it wasn’t you.

His lips pressed into a thin line, his shoulders stiffening as he turned his gaze away. What did he expect? Even if you frequented this part of Wall Market, there was no guarantee you’d be here again tonight. And even if you were—what then? What was he planning to say?

But before he could force himself to turn and walk away, the door to the bar swung open again. And as if the universe had decided to intervene—for better or worse, Cloud couldn’t tell—there you were.

Tonight, you looked different—still captivating, but in a way that caught him off guard. Gone was the sleek, alluring outfit from that night, replaced with fitted jeans that hugged your hips and thighs, paired with a simple black tank top that hinted at the softness of your chest. A light, oversized jacket hung loosely off your shoulders, the sleeves pushed up to your elbows.

Your hair was slightly tousled, and your makeup—if any—was subtle, just a faint sheen on your lips catching the dim light. A small crossbody bag rested against your hip, your movements unhurried and relaxed as you stepped into the street.

You glanced in his direction, and for a moment, he thought you hadn’t seen him. But then your eyes locked on his, and the faintest flicker of surprise crossed your face before smoothing into something more familiar. That knowing smirk curved your lips, subtle and teasing, your head tilting slightly as if you’d caught him red handed.

“Well,” you said, your voice carrying just enough to reach him over the hum of the market. “If it isn’t my favorite Storm Cloud. What are you doing here?” you asked, stepping closer.

Cloud managed to hold your gaze, his jaw clenching as he forced his expression into something neutral despite his shock at seeing you again. “Just… needed some air,” he muttered, his voice low, almost gruff.

Your smirk deepened, your eyes glinting with quiet amusement. “Sure,” you said, drawing the word out like you didn’t believe him for a second. You stopped a few feet away, your gaze sweeping over him with that same calm, steady confidence that had been etched into his memory. “Wall Market’s a funny place to go for air. Guess you’ve got a thing for overpriced drinks and questionable company.”

Cloud’s lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through, but he forced it down. “What about you?” he countered, shifting his weight awkwardly.

“I just finished work," you said, your tone tinged with dry amusement.

The way you said it—matter-of-fact, unflinching—made Cloud’s chest tighten. Of course, that was why you were here. What else would it be?

Still, the words settled uncomfortably in his chest. It wasn’t judgment—Cloud wasn’t the kind of man who thought less of someone for what they did to survive. But the reminder of what "work" meant for you stung, a sharp and unwelcome thought gnawing at the edges of his mind. You’d been with other men tonight—men who weren’t him.

It wasn’t his place to feel anything about it, and he knew that. This wasn’t supposed to matter. He wasn’t supposed to care. And yet, the idea of those nameless men, their hands on you, their voices in your ear, left a bitter taste in his mouth. A pang of something—resentment? jealousy?—twisted in his chest.

You watched him, your smirk fading slightly as though you caught the shift in his expression. “Relax,” you teased, trying to break the tension. “It’s not like I’m going to charge you for standing around.”

Cloud’s jaw tightened, his gaze flicking away as he struggled to find the right response. "So... you're done for the night?"

He wasn’t sure why he’d asked—it wasn’t like him to pry, let alone care. And yet, the words had tumbled out before he could stop them.

You tilted your head, studying him. “What’s it to you?”

Cloud shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “Just asking,” he muttered, his voice rough, almost defensive.

Your smirk deepened, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Why, got plans for me?”

Cloud’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t look away. "How much?"

For a moment, you didn’t answer, your brow knitting together as though you were carefully weighing your response. Then, after a beat, you shrugged lightly, the motion almost dismissive.

“Same as before,” you said.

Cloud didn’t hesitate. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the gil without a word. His movements were deliberate, mechanical, as he counted out the amount and handed it over. You took it without comment, your fingers brushing his briefly as the exchange was made.

“Come on,” he said, already turning on his heel and heading down the street.

You followed, slipping the money into your bag.

Cloud’s mind was a tangle of contradictions as he walked. He didn’t want to fuck you—not tonight, anyway. He wasn’t even sure why he’d asked, why he’d paid. This wasn’t supposed to be part of his day, part of his life. Yet here he was again, leading you back to his apartment like it was some inevitability he couldn’t fight.

What the hell was he doing?

The thought churned in his chest, a low hum of frustration mingling with something he didn’t want to name.

When they reached his apartment, Cloud paused at the door, glancing back at you. You met his gaze with that same calm confidence, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as if to say, Your move, Storm Cloud.

He unlocked the door without a word, stepping inside and holding it open for you. You walked past him, your steps measured, your gaze sweeping over the dimly lit room before you turned to face him.

Cloud stiffened the moment you slipped off your jacket, the fabric sliding from your shoulders and pooling over your arm. His chest tightened as you reached for the hem of your shirt in one swift, practiced motion, ready to peel it off.

“Wait,” he said, his voice sharper than he intended.

You froze mid-motion, your fingers still gripping the edge of your shirt, and looked at him with a mixture of curiosity and surprise. “Something wrong?” you asked lightly, your tone calm, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes.

Cloud’s jaw worked as he tried to find the right words, the tension in his shoulders refusing to ease. His hands stayed shoved in his pockets, fingers curling into fists as he wrestled with the impulse that had driven him to speak. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to say, just that the sight of you preparing to undress sent a pang of something through him that wasn’t desire—at least, not entirely.

“I didn’t…” He hesitated, the words catching in his throat. “That’s not why I brought you here.”

“But you paid for it,” you said after a long pause, your tone matter-of-fact.

Cloud nodded, the tension in his chest tightening as he struggled to find the right words. “I know.”

“Then what do you want?” you asked, your voice suddenly measured, cautious—like you weren't sure if you wanted the answer. Cloud’s gaze flicked toward the window, unable to meet your eyes for a moment. He didn’t know what he wanted. That was the problem.

He sighed, unfolding his arms and running a hand through his hair. “Why don’t you just… take a seat."

The silence that followed stretched longer than it should have, heavy with something unspoken as you stood frozen in the middle of the room. There was no smirk on your face now, no playful teasing, just a sharp, watchful expression as you moved toward the couch. You sat and crossed your legs, resting your hands lightly on your knee, your gaze flitting briefly around the room before settling resolutely on him.

And that’s when Cloud realized, with a start, that you were nervous.

No, more than nervous. You were…afraid. Of him—not because of anything he’d done, but because of what he could do.

Of course, you were on edge. Why wouldn’t you be? He’d shown up out of nowhere, tracked you down, handed over gil without a shred of explanation, and brought you back to his apartment. And now, after all that, he didn’t want to have sex with you? The very thing you’d thought he hired you to do?

The whole thing must have seemed like a setup.

Cloud didn’t blame you. He wasn’t naïve—he knew how most men looked at women like you—like objects, toys for their amusement, tools to satisfy whatever desire, sex or otherwise, they brought to the table. But the idea that you might think he was one of those men made his stomach churn. But he didn’t know how to fix this—how to erase the guarded look in your eyes or the wary set of your shoulders. Words had never been his strength, and right now, the ones he needed felt impossible to find.

“I know how this looks,” He managed, trying, and likely failing, to sound gentle and reassuring. “But I’m not… I’m not trying to scare you or… or anything.”

You tilted your head slightly, your eyes narrowing as you studied him with a sharp, assessing gaze that made him feel like you were peeling back layers he wasn’t even aware of. Searching for something—cracks, dishonesty, danger.

“I didn’t think this through,” Cloud continued, the words coming out low and halting as he tried to force his scattered thoughts into something coherent. “I’m not here to push you into anything. I just… wanted to see you… I guess.”

The words tasted unfamiliar, even as they left his mouth, yet they rang with a truth he could no longer deny.

He’d told himself he hadn’t gone looking for you, that heading back to the Rusty Chocobo had been nothing more than a coincidence. But now, standing here with you, the words slipping out like they’d been waiting all along, he couldn’t ignore the truth any longer.

He had gone looking for you.

Your posture stayed tense, though the sharpness in your expression flickered briefly, replaced by something he couldn’t quite read. Curiosity, maybe. Or skepticism.

“You came all the way to Wall Market, paid me, and brought me back to your place… just to see me?"

“Yeah.”

You blinked at him, your brows knitting together as though you were trying to solve a puzzle. “You’re serious.”

Cloud nodded, his shoulders stiff as he resisted the urge to look away. “…Yeah.”

Another pause, longer this time, stretched as you studied him, weighing his words. You were still wary, trying to piece him together, to figure out whether the man standing in front of you was safe or dangerous. Cloud couldn’t blame you. The situation was absurd, and the fact that he’d handled it so poorly wasn’t helping.

Finally, you tilted your head slightly, your voice calm but edged with suspicion. “Alright. Let’s start with the basics. What do you do?”

Cloud’s shoulders stiffened slightly. He knew how his answer would sound—knew it wasn’t exactly the kind of response that screamed trustworthy. But he also knew better than to lie. “I’m a mercenary,” he said evenly, his voice low.

Your eyes narrowed, the words clearly not putting you at ease. “A mercenary,” you repeated, your tone carefully neutral. “Guess that explains the big-ass sword. So, what… you get paid to fight people?”

“Sometimes,” Cloud admitted, watching your reaction carefully. “Sometimes it’s other things. Body guarding, retrievals, odd jobs. Whatever needs doing.”

“Doesn’t quite make me feel better,” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re not exactly selling yourself as the harmless type, you know.”

Cloud’s lips twitched, a faint flicker of dry humor slipping through. “I’m not harmless,” he said honestly. “But I’m… I wouldn’t hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you and I won’t.”

Your brows furrowed. “So… nobody sent you for me?”

The question hit him like a bucket of cold water. Cloud’s own curiosity flared at the implication—why would someone be looking for you? What kind of trouble might you be caught up in? But he forced himself to push the questions aside. The last thing you needed was him prying into your life when you didn’t trust him to begin with.

“No,” he said firmly, his voice steady. “No one sent me.”

Your gaze stayed locked on his, sharp and unyielding as you searched his face for any sign of dishonesty. Cloud held it without flinching, letting his sincerity show. He needed you to believe him, even if he couldn’t admit to himself why it mattered so much.

“Alright,” you said at last, the word measured and cautious. “I’ll… take your word for it.”

Cloud nodded, relief flooding through him, though he didn’t let it show beyond a subtle loosening of his posture. It was progress, no matter how small. You weren’t running out the door or accusing him of ulterior motives anymore, and that was enough for now.

The silence stretched between you, no longer as heavy but still charged. Finally, you leaned back against the couch, tilting your head slightly as you studied him. “So,” you began, “if no one sent you, and you’re not here to… hurt me, then what exactly do you want?”

Cloud hesitated, his jaw tightening. “I told you,” he muttered after a beat. “I wanted to see you.”

Your brow arched at that, skepticism flickering across your face again. “Right,” you said slowly.

Cloud sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know how it sounds,” he admitted, his voice low, almost apologetic. “But it’s the truth.”

You watched him for a moment longer before leaning back a little further. “You’re a weird guy, you know that?”

Cloud huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching in something like amusement. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I’ve heard that before.”

You hummed absently in response, your gaze flicking around the room as though you were searching for something.

When you spotted the dusty old chess set tucked away on a shelf in the corner, you tilted your head, curiosity lighting up your expression. Pushing yourself up from the couch, you crossed the room, your steps deliberate

"You play?” you asked, reaching out and running a finger along the top of the board, leaving a clean streak in the thin layer of dust.

Cloud blinked, caught off guard by the question. He hadn’t thought about that chessboard in ages. It had been a gift from Tifa years ago—something she’d said would help him “unwind” during his downtime. But it had sat there untouched ever since, a relic of an idea that never came to fruition.

“Used to,” he muttered.

“Used to,” you echoed thoughtfully, your tone neutral. Then, you picked it up and carried it over to the coffee table in the center of the room.

Cloud frowned slightly as you set it down and began wiping the dust off and arranging the pieces.

“Well,” you said, your tone hesitantly teasing, “since you’re not in the mood for… other activities, how about a game?”

Cloud hesitated, his gaze flicking from the board to you. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice skeptical.

You shrugged. “Why not? Unless you’re afraid of losing.”

That made Cloud huff softly, the barest hint of a smirk ghosting across his lips. “I don’t lose,” he said gruffly as he made his way to the table.

“Guess we’ll see,” you said, folding your legs as you finished setting up the last of the pieces. “Because I don’t go easy on anyone—not even weird, broody mercenaries.”

Cloud rolled his eyes, settling on the floor opposite you, resting his elbows on the table as he studied the board.

The game began in silence, save for the soft scrape of pieces sliding across the wood and the occasional hum of thought from you. Cloud’s focus sharpened as it always did when he had a task in front of him, his eyes scanning the chessboard with the same intensity he brought to battle.

But he couldn’t help noticing the way your demeanor shifted as the game progressed. The guarded edge that had been so sharp continued to dull slightly with every move, the wariness in your eyes, now tempered by something else—curiosity, maybe even amusement.

“Not bad,” you remarked after a particularly clever move on his part, sliding your bishop back to block his knight. “Didn’t peg you for a strategist.”

Cloud huffed softly, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t get far in my line of work without learning how to think ahead.”

You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth twitching. “Right. Mercenary,” you chuckled. “I should have known. From the whole ‘silent and brooding’ vibe you’ve got going on.”

Cloud hummed, watching you consider your next move on the board. “Am I that transparent?

“Kinda,” you admitted, your tone light as you slid a rook into position. “You’ve got the look down—tough, quiet, mysterious. I’m surprised you don’t have a cape.”

Cloud shot you a sidelong glance, his lips twitching in the faintest hint of a smirk. “Not practical.”

That made you laugh—a soft, genuine sound that caught him off guard. He looked up just in time to see the tension in your shoulders ease a fraction, warmth returning to your expression.

“Fair enough,” you said. “Your turn.”

The banter came easily now, a back-and-forth that felt almost natural, and Cloud didn’t feel like he wasn't second-guessing everything he said or did anymore. The tension that had gripped him earlier was still there, lingering at the edges, but it was quieter now-manageable. You weren't just testing him anymore. You were engaging, talking to him like a person instead of a client.

“So, you work alone?” you asked after a while, moving a pawn forward to threaten one of his bishops.

“No,” Cloud replied, his voice low and even. He considered the board for a moment before sliding his rook to a safer position. “Usually with a team, but… depends on the job., I guess.”

You hummed thoughtfully, leaning forward to study the board. “Is that so? You don’t strike me as the ‘team player’ type.”

“Depends on the team,” he countered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

You grinned back at him, your fingers lingering over your pieces. “Fair enough.”

The small talk continued as the game progressed. You asked him about his favorite places in Midgar (“Nowhere”), whether he ever had downtime (“Rarely”), and what he liked to do when he wasn’t working (“Does sleeping count?”). He answered each question without hesitation, surprising even himself with how easily the words came. In return, he learned a few things about you—your preference for quiet corners in noisy places, a passing interest in old books, and a vague history with someone who’d taught you chess a long time ago.

But even as the conversation lightened, Cloud’s focus on the game remained sharp. His pieces were in good positions, his rooks and knights effectively cornering your queen. He leaned back, his confidence growing as he watched you deliberate your next move.

“You’re in trouble,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with the faintest trace of amusement.

You tilted your head, your lips curving into a slow, knowing smirk. “Guess we’ll see.”

The next few moves were quick. Cloud advanced his pieces aggressively, forcing you to retreat while maintaining control. Victory felt imminent, his position on the board nearly unshakable. But before he could move his queen to deliver what he thought was the final blow, you made your move.

Your bishop slid into place with a deliberate, almost casual motion. “Checkmate,” you said, your voice calm but carrying an unmistakable note of triumph.

Cloud froze, his gaze snapping to the board. His eyes scanned the pieces, disbelief tightening his jaw as he realized what had just happened. Somehow, in the chaos of his offensive, he’d overlooked the trap you’d been building. His king was boxed in—no escape, no counterplay.

He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossing over his chest as he stared at the board in silence. “How?” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

You grinned, leaning forward to rest your elbows on the table. “You got cocky,” you said lightly.

Cloud huffed, the sound a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk despite himself. “Not bad,” he admitted grudgingly.

You laughed softly, the sound warm and unguarded, and for a moment, Cloud found himself watching you instead of the board. There was something about the way you sat there that made the sting of defeat feel oddly… tolerable.

As you started putting the board and pieces back in their place on the shelf, his eyes traced the details of your face—the curve of your lips, the slight furrow in your brow as you concentrated on organizing the pieces, the way a loose strand of hair fell against your cheek before you absently tucked it behind your ear. The way the faintest smile lingered on your lips, like you were quietly pleased with yourself for beating him.

It struck him, then, with a force that made his chest ache—how beautiful you were. Not in the way he'd thought when he first saw you, dressed to kill and wearing that confident, teasing smirk. This was different. There was something about the simplicity of this moment, of seeing you like this, that made his chest tighten in a way he wasn’t used to.

And then it hit him: he was doing this all backwards.

He’d seen all of you a few days ago, every curve and inch of your body, felt the warmth of your skin, the softness of your form. That should’ve been the most intimate part, the peak of knowing someone. But now… Now he was noticing the smaller things, the way your lips pursed when you were focused, the soft hum in your throat as you worked, the way you seemed to radiate life in a way that felt both effortless and disarming.

This wasn’t how these things were supposed to go. You didn’t meet someone, sleep with them, and then start peeling back the layers. It was backwards, completely illogical.

Cloud’s chest tightened further, realization creeping in like an unwelcome guest. This wasn’t just attraction, wasn’t just a fleeting interest in someone who’d caught his eye. No, this was deeper. He could feel it in the way his gaze lingered too long, in the ache that stirred in his chest when you laughed, and in the inexplicable pull that had led him back to you in the first place.

He was undoubtedly falling for you.

And Cloud Strife wasn’t supposed to fall for people. Attachments were dangerous, messy, a risk he couldn’t afford to take. That was what he told himself. That was how he lived.

You finished putting the chessboard back on the shelf, brushing your hands together as if to rid them of invisible dust. Turning back toward him, you tilted your head, an amused glint in your eyes. “You okay over there?"

Cloud blinked, pulling himself out of his spiraling thoughts. “I’m fine,” he muttered.

You smirked, crossing your arms as you leaned against the wall, your posture relaxed in a way that only added to the quiet confidence you carried. “You sure? I don’t want you losing sleep over your loss."

“Not losing sleep,” Cloud replied, but his tone lacked its usual edge. His eyes flicked toward the chessboard briefly before settling back on you. “You’re good. I’ll give you that.”

You grinned, the smile warm and teasing. “I know.”

Cloud shook his head, a faint breath of air escaping him that could almost be considered a laugh.

You tilted your head, studying him with a playful curiosity. “Well, Cloud... I suppose that concludes our time together."

The words hit him like a cold gust of wind, snapping him out of the strange sense of ease that had settled between you. His faint smirk faltered, his expression shifting as the reminder of the transaction between you settled heavily in his chest.

You were right, of course. He’d paid you to be here, and now your work was done. This wasn’t supposed to be anything more than an exchange, a business arrangement. And yet, sitting here with you, playing chess and trading small talk, it had started to feel like something else.

Cloud’s gaze flicked away, landing somewhere on the floor as he tried to muster a response. “Right,” he muttered, his voice gruff. “Guess it does.”

You leaned down to pick up your jacket from where it had been discarded earlier, shaking it out before draping it over your arm. Cloud pushed himself to his feet, the motion stiff and deliberate, his gaze flicking to you and then away. For a moment, neither of you spoke, and Cloud just stood there, his hands hanging uselessly at his sides, his eyes darting to yours and then back to the floor like he couldn’t decide where to look.

But then, as if the weight of the silence pressed too hard on you, you broke it. “You know,” you said, your voice quieter now, stripped of the teasing lilt you so often used. “I had fun tonight.”

Cloud’s gaze snapped up to meet yours, his eyes narrowing slightly in surprise.

You offered a faint, almost shy smile, and for the first time, you looked... open. Vulnerable in a way he hadn’t seen before. “This was… nice,” you continued, hesitating as though choosing your words carefully. “The best job I’ve had, honestly.”

Cloud’s chest tightened as the meaning of your words settled over him. The implication was clear: most of your nights weren’t like this. The life you lived wasn’t one you chose—it was something you endured. And yet, here you were, smiling at him like this had been some kind of reprieve from whatever your evenings usually looked like.

Cloud clenched his fists at his sides, resisting the urge to say something, to ask questions he knew he shouldn’t. He didn’t have the right. All he could do was nod, the motion stiff and awkward.

You stepped toward the door and Cloud moved instinctively, his hand brushing against the edge of the handle, but you stopped him with a light touch on his arm. He froze, his breath catching as he turned to face you.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek in a gesture so soft and fleeting it barely registered before you pulled away. “Take care of yourself, Cloud,” you said, your voice gentle.

And then you were gone, slipping out the door and into the night, leaving Cloud standing there, his cheek tingling from where your lips had touched it, his chest aching with a mix of emotions he couldn’t begin to untangle.

The room felt impossibly empty without you.

[ffvii-lifesrequiem]

Thanks to Pinterest, I found out there is a mod for FFVII Remake that gives Cloud his young teen hairstyle with the ponytail.

My FFVII Remake copy is for PS4-5, so no mods for me, but this is a nice reference for how he would look on this AU (even though his hair is waaaaaay longer than that).

Mod showcase in a video (among other mods):

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Young Reno and Rude based on ch V of my talented friend’s prequel fic of how the bois met and became the iconic duo we love:

@unabashedhonesty Their immersive slow burn fic that continues to raise the stakes and my heart rate :