#ffvii drabble

[lucianhuntress]

Day 6. Sephiroth x Reader: 56. “The only place I feel safe in is your arms.”

This one was a tough cookie in terms of husbando + prompt combo, but I ended up using my old FFVII Office AU.

Being Sephiroth’s secretary certainly isn't easy; he is cold, demanding and extremely rude. He is mostly indifferent towards the rest of your coworkers and he always makes sure to send an extra amount of pain and suffering via emails, which he keeps sending to you even if he sits next to you in a meeting.

There's also the other side of the coin of working for Sephiroth: he is exceptional in bed. 

Yes, there is a bit of a contradiction there and he knows it, you know it— but the rest of the office, nor the higher ups, don't. Just how you two even ended up together is a mystery you can't solve.

After another emergency meeting at your small apartment you two lie in bed, exhausted but blissful. The rays of the setting sun dance on his skin as he rests his head on your chest, while your hand brushes absentmindedly his long, silvery hair. 

Sephiroth has only recently grown more affectionate, so moments like this are rare. 

“The only place I feel safe in is your arms,” he mumbles, his cyan eyes shut and he almost behaves like a cat, purring away in your embrace.

You nearly choke on pure air as you register his confession, you are used to much milder ones, like: “you're not completely useless,” or “your hair looks alright.” 

“Did I hear correctly?” You ask with a bated breath.

He glances at you through his lashes and growls: “do not expect me to repeat myself.”

“You've never been so nice to me before,” you ponder out loud, feeling suddenly warm on the inside. At work he is the most sadistic boss you could ever imagine, but behind the scenes he can be completely different.

Sephiroth lets out a groan, regretting his confession now. “Don't get ahead of yourself with this bit of information.”

“Now, only if you were nicer to me at work,” you sigh dreamily. Something tells you that you can keep on dreaming.

“Then the whole building would know what I do to you outside work hours.” 

“Emergency meetings?” You giggle and lean in to brush his slightly pink eartip with your lips.

“Exactly.”

[meiluu]

omg omg omg I've got an idea!! So... mean and demanding Cloud when he was controlled by Sephiroth?? Like you know how he's usually so nice and soft during that time... well now he's the opposite? I mean only if you're comfortable with it of course

I love this idea and, so here's a little something that came to mind after reading this...

CW: SMUT 18+, a bit dark, Angst, Cloud isn't fully there and his actions are being influenced by Sephiroth. smut below the cut. *NOT EDITED*

Cloud your sweet boyfriend, who could be a bit icy on the outside but when he's with you that icy nature melts and underneath that layer is a young man who craves your love like he needs air. Wholly devoted to you, his heart handed to you for safe keeping forevermore.

But with the threat of the planet and the loaming shadow of sephiroth, cloud has been...different to say the least. Quick to give into his anger and frustration, especially on the battlefield. Acting strangely towards some of the other members in your merry little group. You had thought that maybe it would lessen over time, but it only seem to do the opposite. But even with all of this you made it clear to cloud that you were there for him, yet he seemed to brush you off nodding absentmindedly.

It hurt you to say the least, but you held strong and continued to remain by his side. And your efforts seemed to be paying off, slowly cloud had begun to seek you out after battles and when he needed your comforting.

Although this time seemed different from others, his mako infused eyes held an emotion that had your hair standing up on end.

A muffled cry of pleasure leaves you as Cloud continues his near brutal thrusts. On your knees with your head partially buried into your pillow, you can feel Clouds strong and unyielding grip on your hips as he ruts into you like he was a starved animal. When he had come to you after another day of fighting monsters as they followed the trial towards Sephiroth, you had expected a typical cuddle session or made some soft sex to come down from the stressful day. Not this.

Its not that you didn't like this, it was just something Cloud had never really done. He always took his time with you, relishing in your shared time together. And even when he did get a bit carried away you could always feel the love with his actions or with his pleasure filled words.

"Cloud- too much I-" your words are hard to get out with your moans breaking them up. Hands gripping into the sheets as you lift your head turning it to the side to see Cloud. Eyes focusing in on his gorgeous face, his eyes are locked onto where his cock is thrusting in and out of your cunt. His eyes rise to meet yours, pupils blown wide at the view in front of him. A smirk crawls onto his face, then he is moving his hands from your hips to beside yours that are still gripping onto the sheets. "You can take it, you were made for this- For me." His near patronizing words are barely registered with the new angle he has you in. Cock going so deep hitting the spots within you that had the breath leaving your lungs in a moaned cry. One calloused hand of Cloud clasps onto one of yours while the other goes underneath your chin. Acting as a makeshift collar, turning your head towards his. Mako gazing piercing yours.

"You're mine, this-" a thrust accentuates his words cock bullying itself deeper into your orgasming cunt, "is only for me. So perfect just for me."

[c0smoshit]

Heyyy!

Was wondering if I could request a Cloud x reader? Where basically reader is playing Mario Party w/ Tifa, Jessie, Aerith and he’s sitting and watching but after a few hours of it wants to just go snuggle and read some books in bed w/ reader, so that’s what he does?

Ty in advance and sending hugs!

This is so cute!!

Thanks for the req and hugs to u too🫶🫶

Touch-starved kid ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, very much fluff, cuddly and touch-starved Cloud

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1.300

"Noo!"

A loud whine emerged from Jessie's mouth, Peach had crashed against a green shell. Low chuckles could be heard from both Aerith and your mouth, she was always so competitive.

Silence fell once again in the room, concentrated faces matched with a bored one from a blonde, watching the TV.

You had been playing for almost two hours now, Aerith whining about how she had to beat you the next game. Tifa on the other hand, silently won half of the matches, earning some muttered out curses from the rest of you.

"You don't wanna play Cloud?"

A hushed groan left his lips, staring down at you from his seated position. You had offered him the space next to you, but Jessie was quick enough to steal it.

And you didn't mind, Jessie was actually a sweetheart with you. She often gave you advice of boys, how to read if they were into you or not.

And it weirdly worked with him.

The other brunnete's arm sneaked into your shoulder, bringing you down to the planet. You stared back at her face and then at the screen, your hands still holding the controller.

"Where are you going y/n?"

Red eyes stared confusedly at you as you got rid of the arm that trapped you into a warm embrace. You wanted to stay for a bit, playing with them was always so fun after stressful weeks.

However, your body noticed the lack of coldness in the corner of the room.

"I'll be back soon, I'm going... to the bathroom yeah"

A few more snickers lingered in the room before some quiet yelps and curses filled it once again.

Your socks touched the cold, winter floor, eyes searching around for a grumpy blonde. The hall was dimly-lighted, some cute flowers resting on top of a wooden table.

But that adorable little moment turned into a frenzy one as some arms wrapped themselves around your middle part. Your yell was muffled by a gloved hand, his chest being the first thing that made you realise who was holding you.

"Cloud!"

His hand then left your mouth, chin making contact with the crown of your hair. Your hands grabbed his forearms, letting out a breathy sigh.

"Don't scare me like that you idiot"

You could feel a little smirk burning into his face, arms tightening around your waist as he guided you through the house.

. . .

"What's got you so clingy hmm?"

"You"

His voice was muffled by your chest, head tilted to the right as he laid on top of you. His arms were both bellow your back, not caring if he got cramps thanks to it.

He looked so peaceful, a child who only lived fueled by your arms and warm body.

Your back rested on the fluffy pillows behind you, knees appart as his stomach rested on your lap. Your feet rested by his sides and your hands softly caressed his locks.

You looked outside the window, it was currently winter and you felt a scorching warmth enveloping your insides. You felt so cozy and calm on the warm mattress, but his body on top of you multiplied those feelings.

His touch was featherlike, always managing to boost your mood whenever you were mad at him.

You couldn't have a proper argument with him, no matter how hard you tried to distance yourself from him, yell at him. His hands were always soothing your back.

"Hold on, I'll be back"

But his arms trapped you further into the mattress, not letting you slip off his embrace so easily. His body weight was all resting on top of you like it would always do whenever he was feeling down or tired and you were there with him.

A few more silent whines left his mouth when you, struggling, got his arms finally off you and planted your feet back on the wooden floor.

You gave his saddened face a pleading smile before you dissapeared once again into the hall.

If you were a stranger and looked at him in the eye, you would've thought that boy was cold.

But in reality, he was just a touch-starved kid.

Your fingertips grazed a bookshelf, pupils trying to find a red book surrounded by colorful books Aerith liked to read. You enjoyed meeting up with her and talking about flowers, forgetting just for a few minutes what was happening in the planet.

She knew everything about them, her tone changing whenever she talked to you about tulips or roses.

She was the whiff of fresh air you needed in a polluted city.

Subconciously you smiled at those memories, you loved spending time with her and the girls. A relief from work and the tasks you had to do through the day, soothing hands that massaged your warm shoulders after an stressful journey.

You wouldn't know where you'd be right now without them.

You let out an audible sigh as your hands caressed the soft cover of your favourite book. You liked the smell of fresh books, reading them while you stayed up at night.

With your new friend, you walked your way back into the room, ready to cuddle for as long as he pleased.

However, when you opened the door again, he wasn't laying down on the bed, instead, he was waiting for you the way you were laying on the pillows earlier.

And before you could even mutter out a "Hi" his arms were all over you again, dragging you down to his chest. You took his seat now, your hair sprawled out on his chest and shoulders as your book ended up falling on your lap.

You giggled, happiness filling up his sore brain, he adored your little chuckles. Readjusting yourself on his lap, you two were now sat on the bed, his bigger legs enveloped your closed ones, side by side.

You couldn't even hide the big, pleasured grin that was now placed on your sweet lips.

Did a huge, cuddly dog swaped bodies with Cloud?

Well, you didn't mind if he actually did, you were more than happy to see this secret facade. Maybe if life would let you have more alone time with him you wouldn't need to seek out his warmth in cold, lonely afternoons.

You both were quiet, consumed by the endless words in front of you as he leant his nose further into your hair. He would never say it out loud, but you had him crazy for you just by your sweet scent.

The first thing that woke up his brain whenever you walked into a room, whenever you washed the dishes with him.

Then your calm tone would envelope his eardrums, it always soothed him down.

And finally your adorable eyes, eyelashes batting so cutely at him, blinking whenever you were confused.

You sinked deeper into the pleasant but icy night, the words now seemed to be blurred out. Your eyelids grew heavy and the grip you had on the book softened, a car passed by.

When your limbs appeared to weigh more, he took the book from your lap, smiling when your hands didn't take it away from him. You had fallen asleep on top of him, was his body that comfortable?

It sure was, although he didn't seem to in most people's eyes, he was really strong. The muscles he packed bellow his skin were the perfect pillow, his arms the best blanket.

Your personal warm tent.

Eventually his eyes closed themselves too, breathing slowing itself down as his head lolled into your own one. You both looked so cute right now, not noticing the door creaking and some small giggles following behind.

[katyawooga]

bf!reno hcs bc i'm mentally ill :3

→ fem reader !!! mix of sfw and nsfw

– he's the kind of bf to keep polaroids of your nudes in his wallet and swear up and down they're only for him (every turk has seen your tits by now) ((he brags about you and shows you off constantly))

– speaking of the turks... sure, your bare chest is no secret to them, but none of them actually know your name. you're known as "reno's girl," because he only ever refers to you as 'his girl' at work

– he's dumb and sees stupid shit on the internet and wants to do said stupid shit with you all the time (you may or may not have let him play with your pussy with an ice cube when he literally hands-and-knees begged you to try it)

– acts like he just became your boyfriend that very day, every day. legit bouncing off the walls he's so excited and silly and happy that you're his and he's yours

– cheek kisses are his favourite (to receive and to give) argue w the wall idgaf. he's also a biter, he'll bite your cheeks (face or ass he doesn't care) and he'll nibble anywhere he can

– his fingertips are calloused partially from wearing those fingerless gloves at work, and partially from playing electric guitar on his days off. he used to play a lot more as a teen and he's actually really good (he plays stupid meme-y love songs for you)

– sheds like a fuckin dog, like, there is red hair all over your apartment. his hairbrush is also never clean; it's full of long red hair and he's never even thought of cleaning it

– ^^^ adding onto this, your shower is terminally stained red (even after cleaning it multiple times) from how often he has to re-dye his roots and maintain the colour. he refuses to wash his hair with cold water to keep the colour staying vibrant. he's a turk but he's also a pussy

– the backshots are actually deadly, like... one time you two were so desperate and horny and your back actually cracked while he was fucking you. it didn't hurt or anything, it was just a pop, but it freaked both of you out a little

but ummm yeah i like him a very normal amount!!!!! i promise!!!!!!!!

[ariseur]

hello idk if u saw this ask but ill just submit another one !! the prompt "your hands are shaking" anddd perhaps goodbye kisses 🤔 with cloud!!

“cloud, your hands are shaking.”

his reverie is suddenly broken from your soft words as his eyes flicker down to his hands, looking at them with a quizzing brow as if they held the answers to every question that floated in his head. “oh,” he says. his fists clench back before his face hardens again, brows furrowing.

you softly chuckle, taking one hand into your own as you bring it to your chest. he chokes out a small huff of surprise at the gesture.

“you’ll do fine.”

“i know. i’ve gone on plenty of missions without you before.”

“then why’re you shaking?”

he shrugs. he did this a lot. you’d ask him a simple question about his perspective and he’d shrug or pretend he didn’t know. sometimes, cloud really didn’t know. but deep down, truth be told, everything was scary when it came to you. the sliver of chance that could overtake and seize this opportune time resulting in another thing that’s taken away from him. resulting in you being taken away from him.

but of course — instead of saying that, he swallows. “dunno.”

it gets harder and harder to push the uncomfortable tension at the back of his throat down with the way you smile at him, hands behind your back as you lean closer to try and gauge his face.

ever so slightly, he instinctively leans back. not because he wants to, but because it’s almost second nature to him. he doesn’t want that. he tries to inch closer just for you.

you thumb at his fingertips, feeling the way the callouses catch against your skin. he doesn’t pull away.

you can feel his pulse thump quietly against yours, you grin and move your head from side to side to try and regain the eye contact he so desperately tries to avert.

“cloud?”

at the call of his name, his eyes zip back to yours in an instant. at your call of his name.

“come back to me,” one of your hands delicately removes itself from the warmth of his own and instead slithers its way up to his face, thumbing at his cheekbone.

his face is still stone cold with furrowed brows, and from a distance, anybody else would say cloud felt uncomfortable. you knew better though.

“i always will,” he says.

“one last kiss for the road?”

he huffs, yet nonetheless lets his eyes flicker down to your lips and back up again; the strife way of asking to kiss you. you beam, tightening your hold on his hand — no longer shaky but instead lax from your affirmations.

and as you close the distance, his free gloved hand comes up to rest on your face, making sure not to clash against you too roughly.

he feels your lips curl into a grin against his. he doesn’t pull away.

𐙚 dottie’s 500 event — 🍡 ( action and dialogue ) prompts !!

𐙚 taglist ; @alieeelinn @ch3rryfiles

𐙚 non 500 requests are closed — august twentieth, 2024

[e-m-ma-lmfao]

I'm the anon who sent the last request for Zack's headcanon and I'm all 💖💞💓💗 I loved it sooo much <3 I could ask for another headcanon from him with a s/o who is a little scared of sleeping alone and loves it to be hugged in his arms all night? I hope it's not inconvenient asking one hc again I just love him so much ♡

Zack Fair with S/O Who’s Scared to Sleep Alone

pairing : zack fair x gn!reader

cw : none!

zack’s a busy guy.

he leaves early in the morning before you wake up and he’s usually home late in the night after you’ve gone to bed.

and you hate it.

you wake up to a cold bed, and you have to go to sleep with no one around.

being in the house by yourself all day is bad enough but as soon as the sun goes down it feels less boring and more scary.

every shadow seems bigger, like some big man has come creeping around the corner.

the floorboards seem to creek so much louder, like someone is sneaking through the house.

and the bed is always freezing.

it doesn’t help that the window faces your bed directly, you stare expecting someone to walk past or peer in.

you can’t sleep.

the first time, zack comes home, not bothering to check on you because he assumes you’re asleep.

i mean it’s midnight, you should be sleeping.

he showers, and crawls into bed, wrapping a heavy arm around you, as if it’s instinct, to pull you closer to him.

but you stir and he realizes you’re awake, turning to face him.

“baby.. why are you awake? i told you not to wait up.”

he’d stroke your head, finding your eyes even in the dark of your bedroom. and you mutter ‘couldn’t sleep’ in response.

“why not?”

honestly you’re not sure. yes you had been nervous earlier in the night but your bed was comfy enough and the house was safe.

so you just shrug.

“s’okay. i’m here now, so we can get some shut eye, yeah?”

he pulls you in close, and you feel your eyes becoming heavy, face buried in his muscular chest.

but you’re reeling in embarrassment, so sleep fails to come, even more so when zack’s snores fill your ears.

the second time, zack’s routine is the same.

you listen, pleading with yourself to fall asleep before he gets into bed.

god forbid you have to admit that you’re afraid in your home.

zack would go crazy installing security measures into you finally felt safe, but it wouldn’t help.

when zack enters the room he can already tell that your awake, you’re restless, he knows you well enough to know your habits.

he crawls into bed, clinging to your back side, arm lazily thrown over your side.

his cold hand reaches under your shirt to get closer to your skin, fingers tightening on your waist, “hi baby.”

both the cold and his voice makes you go rigid, flustered and embarrassed.

“why’re you awake hun?” his voice is soft, tired, and so close to your ear.

you can only shrug once more.

“you know what time it is?”

“no..”

“it’s late. too late for you to be awake, my love.” he kisses at your neck, making you squirm in his grip.

“let’s get some sleep baby.. we’re gonna talk about this in the morning, okay?”

you don’t. he’s gone in the morning. and you understand his busy schedule, but your still upset knowing tonight will be the same.

the day is the same as always, you’re nervous to be alone but you tidy up, and follow your schedule.

but when the sun goes down your nervousness grows, and your retreat to the bedroom to hide in the bed.

you turn the tv on, hoping it will help to have background noise. but it only makes you anxiety grow knowing you can’t hear anything else.

you miss zack. and you’re so tired.

but you can’t sleep.

so you lay in your bed, staring up at the ceiling, heartbeat quick in your chest.

at some point, your sleep deprived frustration causes tears to roll down your cheeks.

it only serves to embarrass you more, even though no one is home to witness the scene.

the third time, zack is home earlier.

it has you sitting up in the your shared bed instantly, scared that it might not be your beloved boyfriend entering your home.

he’s too early.

but then his head is peaking through the door, and then his body follows as he approaches.

you can tell he’s tired but there’s a sweet smile on his face.

“i figured you would be awake,” he speaks quietly, grabbing your hand and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“why are you awake,” your about to raise your shoulders but he cuts up off, “and don’t shrug, use your voice.”

“can’t sleep.”

“i know you can’t, baby.. why?” he squeezes your fingers, other hand landing gently on your knee.

you hesitate. you’re embarrassed. this is so childish.

“i.. i’m scared.”

his eyes would widen, concern and guilt fighting a war inside of his body. he should’ve been home more. had something happened?

“scared of what? what happened?”

“nothing.. i just.. i don’t know, the house seems so much scarier when you’re not home. can’t sleep without you.”

he calms. his blood stills. and his head levels out.

you’re safe. and the probelm is a fixable one.

“awh baby.. why didn’t you just say so?”

“cuz.. you work so hard for us I didn’t wanna wreck your schedule.”

he rids himself of his SOLDIER uniform, pulling you into the bed with him.

“i can always change my schedule. don’t worry about it.”

his fingers thread your hair, placing kisses across your face.

you breath him in. he hasn’t showered, but he doesn’t stink. he smells like home.

“can i make you breakfast tomorrow?”

“you’re gonna be home?”

“all day, my love.”

[frickingnerd]

covering up our love

pairing: zack fair x gn!reader

summary: zack gives you a hickey, despite the two of you trying to keep your relationship a secret...

“zaaack–!”

your boyfriend knew he was in trouble when he heard you say his name like that. he had lost himself in his little make out session with him and before he knew it, he had lightly bit your neck, only to now leave some very hard to miss marks.

“i told you to be careful! do you know how much trouble i'll be in if anyone sees those? what if they realize that you were the one who gave me those?”

zack knew he should've been more careful. your relationship with him was a secret and for good reasons. if the higher ups knew you were dating, they wouldn't let you work together anymore. and seeing you everyday at work was one of zack's highlights.

“h-hey, look at me–!” zack pulled away from you and smiled, trying to reassure you. “it'll be alright! we can find a way to cover that up and nobody will notice a thing. i promise!”

[xxladyballadxx]

Lovebites

❥ Vincent Valentine x (Fem) Reader ❥

♡ SMUT ♡ 🚫MINORS DNI🚫 ♡ Wordcount: 475 words ♡

❥ Note: This fanfiction is not connected to the events from the game. ❥

❥ Summary: Vincent is very hungry for you and so he decided to fuck the brains out of you, wanting to feed on you as he makes love to you in bed. ❥

⟡ dividers : @saradika-graphics ⟡

Your beloved Vincent threw you on the bed aggressively, his beastly growl causing your whole body to tense up in such a wild swift of sensation as he pinned your wrists down to the silky sheets. His crimson bright eyes are feasting on you. “W-what are you going to do to me?” You whimpered, your voice felt shaky but it was not out of fear or anything like that. The way you spoke in a softly tender manner caused Vincent to make such a low growl as he pressed down his lips onto your neck, sucking it hard and deep. His deadly yet sweet kisses burning your skin, Vincent’s desire to taste you firing in excitement. 

Vincent dominantly stripped your clothing off before taking off his whole black attire along with his red cloak and throwing them towards the side. He slid his finger into your weak spot causing you to groan, twisting your opening  as he asked with that sexy voice of his, “Does that feel good to you, (Y/n)?” 

“Y-yes..” you croaked, whining. Feeling his finger curling around inside of you. To satisfy him more, Vincent placed another finger in you, wanting to spice things up. You made an arousing noise, your sweating body warming up. Vincent cracked a devilish smirk, he collided his body onto hers inserting his hard cock through your anus. Your hands whipped out onto his back, moaning loudly as he entered your whole paradise. You inched your head to the side to let Vincent suck onto your neck with kisses, marking you. All fell into a blur, your throbbing head began to wander elsewhere feeling your insides being devoured by Vincent’s long ass thick cock. 

“V-Vincent!..ahh!..fuck!..” Calling out his name in such a shameless manner got him all fired up, the music coming out of that horny mouth of yours brought more satisfaction to his needs. “That’s right, you little minx. Scream my name and let the entire world know that you belong to me!” Giving a good hard smack to your buttcheeks, Vincent gripped your lower body while his cock is still trapped inside your anus. You felt your whole body rocking hard, your breasts bouncing wildly. Vincent sunk his fangs onto your neck once more, marking your skin more with lovebites. 

Reaching towards your heavy climax, you moaned to Vincent telling him that you’re about to cum. As he slowly whipped out his dick away from your wet ass vagina, you heard a squirm of white fresh warm milk releasing, caressing against your sweating skin. Vincent gave a long slow panting, his body colliding on top of yours. He grasped your hand and kissed the back of it, “...I love you..” 

A hot stream of tears poured down towards your red dotted cheeks, your arms wrapping him into the warming embrace, “Love you too, my love..” 

a/n - IM SUCH A SHAMELESS LADY WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING SMUT FANFICS/DRABBLES XD ALSO VINCENT IS A BIT OF OCC IN THIS ONE SO YEAH....

STILL SHITE AT WRITING SMUTS BUT HONTESTLY I DON'T GIVE F*CK ANYMORE

HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS YOU HORNY ASS B*TCHES

XOXO

[divan-daikon]

i do not care what sqeenix tries to tell me w modern sephi but istg

that man does NOT have the energy to smirk as much as he does. bro looks like he's dissociating all the damn time. you call his name and he responds w the most hollow, tired, and mumbly "hm?" you've ever heard in your life. you try to hold a conversation w this man and he has the most tired and detached look in his eyes.

he just looks so ungodly done and miserable to me in the og art, like he's just holding on to reality to do his job and then just blip out of existence again bc of how draining it is to simply think

homeslice would most likely cry sooner than he'd smirk, that's for sure. i refuse to let go of the personal hq that he cried hysterically after zack left the library

i just enjoy my emotionally spent murder man

[drabblesandimagines]

I wouldn't mind holding your hand. I guess.

13 from creativepromptsforwriting's Grumpy Affectionate Dialogue list.

Cloud Strife x reader Fluff

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"So, how'd it go?" Tifa asks the second you've walked through the door - it hadn't even closed properly behind you yet. Had she been waiting to pounce? "We don't say hello now?" You raise an eyebrow, shrugging off your jacket. You’d been dreading her interrogation - it had been a sleepless night.

"Hello.” She grins. “How'd it go?" She puts her hands down on the counter and leans forward as you approach.

"Fine." You shrug, going to lift up the latch to join her behind the bar, but Tifa is quick – shifting so she’s now leaning on top of it, blocking your entrance.

“You pay me to work here, remember?”

“And do you see any customers? Anyway, this is important. I don’t think you understand how rare it is to go on a date with Cloud Strife. Spill!”

You sigh, sitting down heavily on the stool. Really, you should’ve known that the brunette would be keen to hear every single detail…

You’d started working at Seventh Heaven nearly four months ago now. Before Meteor, you’d worked in Wall Market as a cocktail waitress, doing bar tricks to earn tips off a bunch of Shira employees. It was just by chance you’d been walking by when Tifa had put up the help wanted sign in the window. The two of you had got on immediately and your skills honed behind the bar meant you could really start straightaway. The first time you’d seen Cloud walk in, you were immediately attracted to him - the blue eyes, blonde hair, the muscular, toned arms on display... Who wouldn’t be? He, however, seemed very indifferent to you, though Tifa disagreed. “He’s shy. He likes you - I promise."

It felt odd at first when she deemed herself a matchmaker – Cloud and her shared an apartment, with two kids – Denzel and Marlene – she assured you they were strictly platonic and she’d love to see him without a scowl on his face. Apparently he was always interested when you were working, especially if you were on a closing shift. Now everyone was based in Edge, all sorts frequented the bar. You’d experienced the same in Wall Market and weren’t afraid to cut people off but it was nice to have some sort of muscle around in case anyone became a little out of line. You thought it was Tifa’s doing, as Cloud would always offer up his services on the nights you were responsible for closing, even walking you home afterwards. When you’d thank him, he’d shrug, saying not to think anything of it.

He was chivalrous, you’d reasoned, trying not to get your hopes up there was something more to it, until two nights ago when he’d lingered at the point he’d usually head off when you’d unlocked your front door.

“Wait.” You span round on your heels at the sound of his voice, surprised that he’d gone off routine. “Erm, would you… Would you like to have dinner tomorrow night? With me.”

“With you?” You’re stunned.

“Forget I said-“

“No, I’d love to.” You interrupted, worried you’d blown it.

“Okay. Great. Er, I’ll text you.” And Cloud had then strode off into the night before you could say another word.

He’d texted - you assumed he’d got your number off Tifa from her string of texts the next morning - saying he’d pick you up from yours at 7, that he’d got a table at a restaurant nearby. You’d walked past it a few times but never been, and it seemed a popular spot for first dates - intimate, yet not overly fancy. He’d arrived promptly, saying you looked "nice" and that’s where things had gone a little downhill. There was nothing that happened to really distinguish this as a date...

“He didn’t get within three feet of me at any time the walk there, or the walk back. I know he’s quiet, but besides asking me if the food was okay, he didn’t say much at all at dinner. And then, after he’d walked me home, I said I’d had a really nice time, trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, thinking he was nervous, you know?" Tifa nods. "But then he stepped forward, thanked me and clapped me on the shoulder, before he strode off.” You lay your head down on your arms. “It was a pity date, Tifa.”

“Okay, Cloud’s more hopeless than I thought,” she pats you gently on the head, “but it wasn’t a pity date. He set it all up because he wanted to take you out, I promise.”

“He could’ve swung that big sword of his all around him and not hit me, the distance he was keeping.” You continue talking into your arms, your voice muffled.

“I’ll talk to him.”

“No, don’t!" Your head shoots up, “That’ll make me look and feel even more pathetic. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s a wake-up call.”

“You’re not pathetic. He’s just shy. Plus, I bet he’s feeling even worse than you are. He was out before I even woke up this morning.” She pauses, grinning slyly. “I did think that he might’ve stayed the night at yours…”

Your face flushes at that. “What?! No. He couldn’t get away from me fast enough.” The door opens and the two of you look, you praying it's not Cloud. "Delivery!" A man chirps. "Enough about my dismal love life, okay?" You get to your feet and go to take in the stock.

--

You got home that evening just after 6pm, preparing yourself for a quiet evening and an early night after the sleepless one before. It was surprising when there was a knock at the door an hour or so later – you weren’t expecting anyone. You looked through the eyehole and were nervous to see the tell-tale spikes of blonde hair, a nervous expression across Cloud’s face. Had Tifa spoken to him? Oh, Shiva…

You unlock the door, pulling it open cautiously.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiles, a little awkwardly, but it’s sweet too. “Sorry, are you busy? I should’ve texted…”

“No, not at all.” You curse inwardly, you could’ve phrased that differently, sound more aloof. “What brings you here?”

“Uh, yeah…” It’s then you notice he has a hand behind his back. It’s quickly whipped out in front of you, holding a small, handpicked bouquet of pink, white and yellow flowers. “I wanted to give you these.”

“Cloud…” Your eyes widen, taking in the display. They’re the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. “Thank you.” You accept them delicately, worried they might wilt instantly if you’re too rough with them.

“Would you like to go for a walk?”

“Sure. Let me just put these in water. Erm, do you want to come in?” You step back in anticipation.

“No, I’ll wait here.” He folds his arms.

“Oh, okay,” you nod. “I won’t be long.” You let the door swing close behind you, still holding the flowers so delicately. He delivers you hand-picked flowers but doesn’t want to come in? Is he breaking up with you? Can you break up even if you weren’t together in the first place? You grab a glass, filling it with water from the tap and placing the small bouquet in gently, before setting it down in the windowsill. You wonder if you’ll look at them in the same light when you return.

--

Edge, like its predecessor, had never been a pretty city in the desert. In the early evening though, fairy lights donned by the surrounding buildings cast a nice glow about the place and it was quiet as the two of you strolled through. Cloud hadn’t been the most talkative, as usual. Sometimes it looked like he wanted to say something, a comment on the tip of his tongue, but then his mouth would close and he’d nod to whatever nonsense you were spouting to fill the silence. It was at one of those moments when you hadn’t particularly been paying attention to where you were walking, catching your foot on an uneven part of the ground. You brace yourself for the impact and the embarrassment, but a hand grabs your own, yanking you back and upright, another hand on the small of your back – Cloud.

“You okay?” His brow is furrowed in concern. Your heart is thudding at the shock of tripping, or maybe the closeness of you two? It’s hard to tell.

“Y-yeah. Sorry, clumsy,” you know your face is red. “Thanks.” The hand from your back falls away, deeming your balance stable enough but your other hand isn’t released straightaway. You look down at the appendage in question, Cloud’s hand firmly clasped around yours. His eyes follow what you’re looking at and he seems to realise as his cheeks grow flush in the dim light of dusk, letting go abruptly.

“Do you even like me?” The question slips out of your mouth before you can even think what you’re saying. He looks almost startled by the directness of it.

“I thought the date and flowers made that obvious.”

“The flowers, okay, but the date and just now… Like, I know not everyone’s keen on public displays of affection, but you don’t even want to be within arm’s length of me…”

“I wouldn’t mind holding your hand. I guess.” It’s mumbled, his blue eyes directing at the ground.

“What?” You wonder if you misheard.

“I’d quite like to, to be honest. I’m just…” He meets your eyes at this point. “I haven’t really done this before.”

“That’s okay, neither have I.”

He looks sceptical. “That can’t be true.”

“I wasn’t exactly surrounded by gentlemen wanting to sweep me off my feet in Wall Market,” you smile. “Besides, it means we can try and work this stuff out together, if you want.” You hold your hand out, hoping he won’t notice the slight tremor.

To your relief, he takes it, deftly lacing his fingers through your own.

“I’d like that.”

- Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi

[tireddovahkiin]

Why is there no dad!Vincent Valentine x (adopted) child! reader content on Tumblr???😞😞😞😞

I NEED IT PLS

IT WOULD BE A BALM FOR MY DEPRESSED MISERABLE SOUL... I BEG... ANYONE PLS- AT LEAST JUST A DRABBLE-

Dad-cent is so underrated... I've only seen a one-shot with Miniroth, but I need a reader version🥺... I need to show that man some love and care, and I just KNOW he would be a good dad in return... Maybe a bit confused, quiet, but protective and caring... that would be so sweet... A perfect kind of dad in my eyes🥴

(if someone actually does that, I'm going to be the most grateful human in the entire world.)

[lucianhuntress]

Day 14. Cloud x Reader: 68. “You’ve got to be more careful.”

Same Office AU as I wrote with Sephiroth, cause I love them both.

Mondays at the office are always full of dread; ever since Sephiroth assumed his position as a branch manager, he has been managing your coworkers: reassigning them —just like you— and even sending some others to the other offices in Midgard.

Cloud, who often comes to check up on you, is fortunately out of Sephiroth’s jurisdiction; he only answers to Cid and he will be working at the same office for the unforeseeable future. He isn't talkative, but he often enjoys a cup of coffee while you go through your emails— like an emotional support animal.

At first he didn’t think much of it, he kind of just drifted your way ever since you met him in the nearest copy room— and after learning you worked with Tifa it was easier for him to approach you, even if to talk about the weather, which seems to amuse you even when you should be crying as you read a wall of text sent by Sephiroth.

“What’s up?” he asks casually as all the color has escaped your cheeks and all the life has left your eyes he has caught himself observing quite often recently. He is unsure if it’s because Sephiroth made you his secretary or if it’s something else. 

“I am supposed to leave for a work trip…” you groan, staring at the bright monitor in front of you.

Cloud swallows out of concern; he doesn’t trust the silver haired boss-figure. “Okay, is it a bad one?”

“With him,” you turn to look at Cloud and he notices tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

He remembers how many times you’ve ran out of Sephiroth’s office, crying and buried deep in work. He has noticed how much more you get shit from Sephiroth compared to anyone else in the office. He calls out your name with an unusually soft tone, to which you reply with a loud sniff.

“You’ve got to be more careful this time,” Cloud tells you. He isn’t great at comforting, but he wishes he could do much more to you… hold you…

“Thanks Cloud,” you say with a dead chuckle, “I don’t even know why he wants me there— he hates me.”

“We could have a movie night before you go,” the words leave his mouth before he even thinks. This isn’t like him at all!

You raise an incredulous brow, but your lips eventually curl into a tiny smile and you say: “yeah, I’d like that.”

[prismaticpichu]

Ooo might I have some hmm. Genesis & Zack 🟣?

Ooooh! You got it!! 💕💖

~

Genesis’s eyes cracked open in tandem with his bedroom door, the mako-blue slits heavy with fever, just barely able to make out the SOLDIER-cladded contour—holding what looked to be a bowl of soup—as the nebulous shape quietly slipped into his quarters.

He let his eyes fall back shut, relieved.

“…Thank you, ‘Geal. I know it was late notice. Is that your special homemade—?”

“Yep! Sure is!”

Genesis’s eyes snapped back open.

“Wh… what…?! Zackary?”

“That’s right!” the smiling teen chirped, fully visible now. “Angeal was a bit busy with Seph. But don’t worry! I’ll take good care of you, Sir.”

[c0smoshit]

Sunday mornings ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none!! Just fluff, not proofread

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ slow mornings with mr. Strife ;)

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I can't get over this man

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 700

"I don't wanna get up"

Your roughed up voice ringed inside his ears, skin glistening under the already burning sun that peeked through the window and into the bed, bathing the room in a natural lighting.

"Cmon, those 5 minutes are over already"

Groaning, you pushed your face into the pillow he had laid his head on just a while ago. Muffling your protests into the cushion you also smelled it, that familiar masculine aroma filling up your nostrils.

You were just about to doze off once again until a pair of arms wrapped around your legs, pulling you down the mattress with a yelp before they quickly turned you around, snatching you up.

With your head spinning you rapidly grabbed into whatever would make you more stable, it being his lower back as you opened your eyes only to see that the floor was weirdly up.

"Hey- put me down you animal!"

He didn't respond, how weird.

He started walking, and with each step he took the sleepiness of your brain was starting to dissipate, making notes of every feeling around you once again.

His right hand had you hanging off his shoulder as he grabbed your lower waist, just with one hand.

Always showing off

Your words fell deaf into his ears and you were starting to suspect that he was actually enjoying carrying you around like that. He always did; grabbing your hips to pull you up so you could grab whatever you wanted to, princess carrying you to bed whenever you fell asleep working on your desk or in the sofa, snatching you up whenever he wanted to cuddle...

He really loved manhandling you everytime he could, the way you would try to pull yourself off him was such a cute view for him.

"Are you done?"

He looked into your face for once, a small smile forming on his face at your pout. He had finally put you down, on top of your kitchen counter, hissing at the coldness of it.

"Want something?"

He locked eyes with you as he held some eggs on his hand, toast in the other. You smiled, appretiating his cooking attempts on slow mornings like this.

Oh how you loved him, dearily.

Always dreaming of watching his dried up drool on his cheek, his messed up hair and shallow breathing. The morning sun kissing all over his torso, making you jealous. However, he also looked weird, finally settled down with you, no more hidden emotions and no more fighting for the planet.

He was truly ethereal to you, the same way you were also for him. You had saved him from the darkest pit inside his head, staying by his side even when he had pushed you away.

"Seen enough yet?"

"Oh shut up"

His smirk grew wider and you finally saw that he was starting to make breakfast for you too, exactly what you would have told him to cook.

"I don't want breakfast-

You said with a mumble as you nudged his shoulder, grabbing it and pulling him into you, opening your legs so he could nestle between them.

He let you hug his neck, trap him in between your legs as he reached out to mix the eggs in a bowl. Starting to pepper little kisses into his neck you noticed the small hairs on his back stand up, smiling into his skin as you raked softly your nails against his back.

You smiled, noticing his sudden clumsiness as you had him nestled inside a love trap, your legs pulling him closer against you.

"Y/n, I'm gonna burn the toasts"

He sighed at your giggles, trying to break free until he noticed that you had both of the toasts already on the plate he had prepared, giving him a wink.

"You sure are a minx"

He laughed out before giving you what you really were needing until he stopped midways, his nose touching yours as he looked into your already closed eyes, waiting for his taste.

When you opened them you knew you had already fucked up, managing to catch a glimpse of greek yogurt on his fingers before he had smoothered it on the tip of your nose.

"Gotta pay more attention"

He cutely mimicked your wink, finally being able to do so the way you had previously taught him too, laughing at his attempts.

"You-"

[katyawooga]

my god reno would edge you to no end...

he Loves seeing you beg for more and all red-faced... your mouth having fallen open and drool pooling at the corners of your lips from getting all cockdrunk...

"whats'a matter, girl? need more? why dont you just ask..."

not to mention him eating you out after cumming in you and going insanely slow. just lapping you up and tasting your and his own cum, the sounds of your overstimulated whines almost pornographic. moaning into your weeping and fucked-out pussy, gripping your shaking thighs.

"usually i hate cleanup... but i'm damn good at it."

[ariseur]

childhood friends and reward kisses with cloud strife ❤️

cloud didn’t mind the silence so much, especially considering his chest was not filled with words but with a quietude that only the sound of a quickened heartbeat thumping between his ribs could interrupt. he almost savored it at times, knowing he couldn’t be annoyed with something that didn’t exist.

this wasn’t one of those moments. you patching him up from his recent scuffle with an abundance of shinra’s lackeys and advanced machines. cloud could have easily done this himself, you know that, yet you insisted to do it for him anyways. he didn’t say much in return besides a small, ‘thanks’ as he limped over to your sofa.

it only wasn’t a moment because cloud didn’t mind you, whether you talked or not. although, even if he wouldn’t outright say it, he did find it a little sweet that you still remember small bits of your childhood together that you still recall to this day.

and yet your soft laugh breaks him out of his reverie, a chuckle escaping you and into the air — which almost makes him forget about the dull stinging echoing on the epidermis his jaw while you pressed alcohol soaked cotton balls against it.

you start up again as you brain whirs in search for more memories. “do you remember. . .” you trail off, lips twisting as you try to think of a funny moment. cloud watched for a second or two before your eyebrows raise with newfound idea. you smile again, “when we found that cat in the alleyway? the one that tifa gave some bread to?”

“oh, yeah,” he says in response. he remembers trailing after the two of you, hearing the distant cooing of your voices as you had crouched down to see a small kitten hiding away in the dark alley.

cloud couldn’t help but let a small amused huff of air puff through his nostrils at your antics. he had to give it to you, you were pretty good at taking his mind off of the pain.

“ginger,” he said blankly.

you looked up at him — slender, mako eyes already glued on you. quirking a brow, you waited for him to give you more context. “ginger?”

“ginger. that’s what you had named the cat,” he added. your mouth form a small ‘o’ shape with the realization. you softly laughs. “right, it had a bright orange mark on its forehead.”

he hums in agreement. at times like this there would be some memories he couldn’t remember, even when you blatantly described them with such detail. it was nothing if on the horizon, only blurry shapes and sounds that came with these memories. he was glad you still recall them, though, a greater comfort than you’d think.

“this might hurt a bit,” you say. his eyes flit down to where your hands roam over his arm, the thick laceration evident in the flesh of his arm as you hover a needle and thread over it. “do you want some—“

“you didn’t want to let go of the cat when we had to go home, even when your parents wouldn’t let you keep it,” he keeps going. you notice how his eyes clench shut with a furrowed brow as he cuts you off.

you cock your head.

and it’s almost like he senses it, because when he opens his eyes, he squints at you. “keep going,” he mutters, before closing his eyes again. you realize what he’s doing; keeping the conversation to take his mind off the sting of the sanitizer and the prick of the sterilized needle.

cloud hears you chuckle again. “yeah, said the cat carried diseases.”

he huffs, “it just wanted a home.”

the rest of the time is spent with mindless chatter, you both lose track of how long the procedure goes on. talking about tales of what he remembers back in nibelheim, talking about how different things are now — and before he knows it, you squeeze his hand reassuringly and gently tap his knee.

“we’re all done,” you say. “do they feel alright?”

he lifts his leg and moves it around, craning his neck and checking the rest of his injuries to ensure that there’s minimal pain left behind other than achy bones. “yeah, it’s fine.”

“look at me, don’t even know how to stitch someone up yet i got it perfect the first try,” you grin.

“you didn’t know how to—“

“don’t you think i deserve a kiss for how amazing i did?” you beam, half hoping that he’d forget about the fact that you know little about stitches and medical assistance besides fundamental healing magic.

he pauses, making a small, choked sound of surprise at your proposal of a reward. you tilt your head with a smile before puckering your lips out dramatically — making cloud scoff. hesitantly, his head leans forward as his eyes flutter closed. he can hear his heartbeat thump in his ears as a gloved hand comes to grasp the underside of your jaw, a soft gasp escaping you when he leans in and pressed a quick peck to your lips.

it was only for a second, but when he pulls away, there’s stars in your eyes and he can’t help but huff amusedly at the sight.

his eyes fixate on your figure even when you get up, skipping away to put the medical supplies back in their proper cabinets in the bathroom — leaving him to sit in silence as he waits for you to come back.

cloud enjoys his own company more now that he can include another, the quiet no longer so comforting unless you’re in it. he is on the cusp of insensibility and it only fills him with confusion. maybe you use magic or maybe you’re somehow manipulating him. he doesn’t know. cloud doesn’t know anything anymore except that he cannot sit on your sofa the same way he did before without feeling the phantom warmth of your hands lingering on his.

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