#cloud strife/reader

[noctunis]

how do they love? | ffvii | slight nsfw blurbs too..

ᯓ CLOUD STRIFE’s love is subtle — in a way that the naked eye can’t recognize, only the fluttering in your stomach able to distinguish his feelings. to stand so close to him; enough to feel body heat radiating, is a privilege only given to you — words left unsaid, but always heard.

cloud’s not so physically affectionate, especially in public. he doesn’t do candlelit dinners with wine and sweet nothings, or slinging an arm over your shoulder to press you to his side. but when he comes home after a long day with tifa and the rest of avalanche, dark trails of marks littering his arms and back, he comes to you for patching up.

though it takes a long time for cloud to accept the love you truly have for him (and a lot of late nights spent bickering because he doesn’t want to bother you with the wound he can’t get on his back) — one night, he sits on your bed and wordlessly hands you supplies. his eyes can’t tear away from your soft smile and dreary eyes.

he’s grateful for your patience at his awkwardness. cloud hasn’t exactly had much experience with relationships, and not the best for the ones he did have. he means well; although his words come out strained, like the molasses didn’t come up his mouth right and instead sticks to his incisors, the sweetness of his tone absent and replaced with something almost confused. you reassure him it’s okay, that it’s okay to not say anything. he always wonders how you always know what to say to him and instead lets his hand rub circles into your wrist as a response.

and when you lay at night, he’s subtle too. his soft breaths muffled into the crook of your neck as you mewl quietly, soft words spewed through your lips between sighs. he asks you a question and your brain’s so fuzzy you almost can’t hear it, until you feel fingers hook into your waistband, perched there until he asks you again.

his eyes’ll always find you in a room until your own pair meet his — only then does he look away. he can always find you, from a laugh in a crowded room or from your quiet sobs behind the bathroom door. cloud finds comfort in these moments because he didn’t have anyone to lean on like this. he only hopes you’ll find comfort in it, too.

ᯓ ZACK FAIR’s love is boyish — rosy smiles with crinkled eyes, only starlight in them at the way you compliment his technique in battle. proud hands on his hips as he clears his throat with a confident, “yeah? oh, yeah! maybe i’ll teach you sometime!”

when he’s not training under angeal and so busy all the time, being a SOLDIER and all, spending time with you is one of the main ways he shows affection. a hand in yours while the other holds a cup of ice cream, prattling on about how he couldn’t wait to come home; looking over to you once you laugh behind your hand, a grin on his face and a bump of your hip is all he needs and he’d die a happy man.

zack will kiss your tears away and cup your face in his hands, looking down on you with only the softest of gazes. he’ll listen to you talk the same way you listen to him — always. it’s a mutual thing between you two and zack sees nothing but equality in your relationship; so when he’s pulling you close to his chest with a hand on the back of your head, he’ll stand there until his legs hurt and your voice gives out.

he’ll do anything you ask — talk with you, listen to you, pass by the food stall for your favorite on the way home, anything to make you feel better. he’ll even stand there for hours, rubbing circles into your back — cracking only a few jokes to hear the soft rumble in your body, letting a small chuckle of his own slip in.

at night, he’s quick with it even with the hand that cradles the back of your neck; a soft gesture even while he’s rolling his hips harshly and pressing his lips against your own, feeling the smile that breaks out on both his and your face. he can’t help but wanna get closer to you, until your brains meld together with the sweat on your skin and the moon on your faces.

zack smells of citrus and the ground outside; and he can never quite get rid of it. especially since you start using the same body wash and pitter patter along outside to hug him goodbye. he walks away with a grin, his pulse quickening and his stomach tightening with the thought of you.

ᯓ SEPHIROTH’s love is quiet — murmured upon the top of your head where it travels through the flesh and fires your neurons, a softness oozing inside of you. a soft hand at the curve of your lower back, guiding you where he needs you to go, perhaps subconsciously. perceptively eyeing any habits you have; like holding a pencil between your teeth or stumbling over your feet — maybe a few low, playful remarks, too.

he writes you everyday when he’s on long missions. they’re usually short, but the length doesn’t matter compared to the content that’s within them, sweet letters across the page in small handwriting, signed off with his initials at the bottom and the scent of warm leather alongside it.

the warmth of seph’s skin is foreign when you’re so used to his gloves. when he takes them off, it’s a nice change of pace as you can finally feel his skin as he can yours. he’ll come home from dinner, taking off his arm and unsheathing himself for the day — he’s bare and belly-up but seph figures it’s okay as long as it’s you he’s with. he gives a small kiss to your forehead, delicate and careful, as he asks about your day over dinner; and as the lights comes through, glaring at you through the cracks of windows, you tell him.

he’ll talk about you to his friends; angeal and genesis practically rolling their eyes the next time they hear about you. he merely crosses his arms and goes on about you even further to annoy them. what can he say? you have a special place in his mind, inhabiting it 24/7.

sephiroth’s a quiet lover at heart, even while you got your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer. his breathing only becomes heavier and you worry he doesn’t feel as good until you involuntarily clench around him; his lashes fluttering with a sudden groan. you crack a grin and he puffs an amused breath through his nose before he leans over you, your pupils dilating at his whispers.

he lies back and lets his eyes flutter close at night. he knows that you only have to press your ear to his chest to hear your name rather than a heartbeat. he only hopes you know, too.

ᯓ ANGEAL HEWLEY’s love is wholehearted — because he figures; why do something if you’re not going to give it your all? angeal doesn’t date often, if at all. he was hesitant to date you only because this relationship with you and his relationship with work would probably be imbalanced and while he did find you attractive both inside and out, he wanted to establish a bond of trust between the two of you before going any further.

angeal is very careful with his love, another perceptive one. even as sleep pulls at his eyelids and a yawn threatens to escape his throat, he will always come home to you and ask how your day’s been, how you’re doing, everything before falling asleep. a soft smile tugs at his lips when he hears you ask the same, following him to the bedroom after the both of you packed and stowed away leftovers. he respects equality and trust within your relationship as well and tries his hardest to maintain a healthy relationship through and through.

he’ll send you lengthy letters full of promises and sweet words, awaiting the day when he comes back home from his longer missions. he’ll tell you about zack, about genesis’ antics, about the dumbapples in his village. he’ll even take you to see them, if you’d like. angeal is also very old fashioned — insisting that you meet his mother and that he asks your parents (or friends) for your hand in marriage when it comes to it.

while not into pda as much, there are times where he’ll sit with you outside and just bask in your presence. hand in his, he’ll turn away to hide the subtlety of his growing smile but only hopes that you don’t hide yours. quality time is especially important to angeal — whenever he has free time to spare, he always spends it with you. a freshly baked cookie; gooey on the inside and crispy on the outside.

angeal is very loving at night, too. though preferring to let you do your own thing unless told otherwise, he is just a sucker for missionary, only because he just wants your space in his; just so you two can clutch onto each other, pulsing excitement threatening to tear a tendon as you both murmur out praises that only make his hips stutter and tilt upward.

as a boy, knee scraped and tears brimming in his eyes, his father told him that something gold waited for angeal. he only truly believed it when he met you, and now everything’s turned to gold.

ᯓ GENESIS RHAPSODOS’ love is poetic — and no, not just because he reads poetry, but because the way he shows his love is almost like a dream. bordering on the brink of a fairytale will genesis’ love be displayed, almost a bit cliché.

obviously he is a first class SOLDIER as well, and balancing all the work he is and public appearances (and his fan club..), he doesn’t want to make you feel neglected! so he’ll come to your home and just want to relax. but at least, he gets to do it with you. waiting for you to finish reading before he turns a page in a book you both have your noses in, until you eventually fall asleep — he resists the urge to keep reading and instantly marks the page, shutting the book altogether and pressing his lips to your forehead in a kiss goodnight.

will also write you letters when he’s far away! (yes, he might be a little sad if he doesn’t get one back) — but the type to do it the most though, as he prefers pen to paper than a call away. yes, he makes sure to kiss the letter before he sends it off. he thinks it helps it navigate itself to you and ensures that it doesn’t get lost. you laugh it off but surprisingly none of your letters have ever gotten lost in the mail. . .

also one to take you to banora to see the dumbapples — he’ll tell you of fond memories and the smell of floral days and sugar slowly creep up on you, and you both smile at it. it might take genesis a while to unfold his secrets, but he’d like to be shown bare with you, nothing hidden. he just doesn’t know how. if you gently clasp his hands and look him in the eye, expressing how okay everything will be even if he doesn’t tell you, you’ve got his hand in marriage.

so talkative even when it’s just the two of you in bed; he’s confident while he’s grinding into you, whispering sweet nothings to you and occasionally laughing at an expression you make. he can’t help but tease you even in your most vulnerable moments. he’ll place two fingers on either side of your jaw and tilt your head up to just look at him — that’s all he wants you to see as you cum. he may be a little possessive.. who knows??

genesis is a lover who shows you that the world is a beautiful place, and that you are but a beautiful piece of nature in this place. he’ll tell you that the wind whispers sweet messages for you, that the sun calls each day wishing to look upon your face, that the ocean sings in its waves in a song just for you — that it’s all for you.

ᯓ RENO’s love is teasing — laughing at you when he has to catch you when you trip, flicking your forehead when you ask him a question you’ve already asked. it’s all lighthearted though, you know it deep down. he’s catlike, one who’ll knock a mug over just to see you scramble to try and catch it or lay across your lap while you’re working.

being a turk also has its downsides for when he’s away from you. he won’t call or write, but reno can never stay away from you for too long or else rude’ll have to endure more of his complaining about the mission being too long. a real whiner, he is. even when he comes home; if you try to give him a hug, he’ll scoff and “try to push you away” which ends up being more like pawing at you instead. oh no, what a predicament he’s in . . whatever will he dooo. . .

he’s much more protective in public or when you’re around friends which is the most you’ll get. his love language is being annoying unfortunately. reno’s not into romantic stuff like that either, no candlelit dinners or dancing in the moonlight. stereotypical romance isn’t for him — even if you try to ask for it.

instead, he’ll wriggle his way behind you when you’re half asleep, nosing his way into your neck as he just . . lays there. he’s got a bruised rib and a wrapped gash across his leg, but he’ll still let you latch onto him when you’re sleeping, as tight as you can — or something, i guess. he doesn’t care. (he totally does).

he tries to act like he knows what he’s doing but reno’s thrusts are a little clumsy, paired with staggered breaths and starved kisses. a hand on his cheek and a soft look in your eyes, though. that’s all he needs before he’s holding back the urge to cum and he kisses you to swallow the whine in the back of his throat.

reno’s love is playful and albeit a little frustrating; but when you feel him reach over to you in the middle of the night for your hand, everything feels right.

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requests are open - april thirteenth, 2025

[rat6ix]

I like guys that are pretty like girls …

[luverine]

Virginity…

NSFW // MDNI

He doesn’t want to admit to you that he is inexperienced.

He swore he would never tell a soul that he’s never had sex with anybody.

But here he is sweating bullets. He's so nervous because you are rubbing your hand on his thigh with half lidded eyes.

He holds his breath trying to not cream his pants. He was doing good too until you straddle him going in for a kiss. You taste like vanilla.

Fuck he can’t do this…You begin to grind on him putting pressure right on his sensitive dick.

“Shit! I haven’t done this bef-“ He freezes letting out a deep guttural moan. As he releases his load inside of his jeans.

You coo and admire him as he’s twitching and panting. As he’s recovering from an orgasm you unintentionally gave him. You meet each other's eyes.

“Wanna know what pussy feels like?”

✦ SHIGARAKI, Dabi, BAKUGOU, Denki, Amajiki, SHINSO, Megumi, Cloud, JEAN, Armin, AKI ✦

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[chuulyssa]

“let me work.”

“no, i’m not letting you work until you give me some attention,” he demanded.

you scoffed loudly, still not looking up at him from your textbook. “don’t you already get enough attention from the media and the fans?”

he had to hold back a scoff, rolling his eyes at the idea. he didn’t want attention from fans. he wanted your attention! but he didn’t want to tell you that and sound like some desperate nerd — because he wasn’t! he was him after all, handsome, popular, and definitely not obsessed with you. 

“not enough, princess. besides, those people fawn over the actor!me, not the real me, ya know—”

“i don’t fawn over you at all, so i don’t know what you’re on about right now.”

“oh.” his smirk faded a bit.

that was true, he realized. you despised him, that was for certain. but he wanted you to want him the way he wanted you.

his gaze watched you intently as you wrote on your notebook, looking down at the paper and not at him. he was jealous of the paper. he wished you were looking at him instead.

but his fans would’ve threatened you until you unalived yourself if they knew. they would’ve ruined your life if they knew. you couldn’t be together, you never could.

so you sighed, once again choosing to ignore the subtle pout on his face and how you fell down the stairs one day thinking about it. how he probably thought you hated him right now, and you’d do nothing to change that.

why?

because you were a coward.

[cloudsmateria]

THIS PICTUREEEEE HNGNGNGN

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy

Type: HC’s

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Some HC’s as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.

Notes: I don’t know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime I’ll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.

Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when he’s outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure there’s no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure there’s no danger behind you?? lmao. You won’t ever have to lift a finger when you’re with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because you’re literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.

Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Won’t hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Can’t say it, but you’re literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and that’s his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.

Tiffany Valentine: You won’t ever have to worry about a thing when you’re with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether it’s what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. She’d make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, she’d get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.

Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Won’t hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesn’t. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, you’ve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.

Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You don’t have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you don’t like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.

Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, it’s princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a ‘oh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help you’ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you don’t like a service, he won’t be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure you’re hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.

Leatherface: I don’t ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. It’s like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. It’s his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. He’s always making sure you’re comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.

Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesn’t hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, it’s yours! Just point at it.

Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. You’ve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. She’s the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. She’d do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.

Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when there’s a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. You’ve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.

Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I don’t see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want it’s yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man it’s so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.

Billy Hargrove: Honestly if he’s in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while you’re out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.

Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesn’t use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you don’t want to wear it, he’ll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh it’s so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.

Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure you’re okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, you’ll get. If he can’t do it, he’ll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh he’s your literal teddy bear, if you don’t like to be smothered? Pick another muse.

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, he’s your shadow, but he’s a little more … upfront with it. He’s constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone who’s eyeing you. He’s so gentle if you’re sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure you’re never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if you’re too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. He’s always worried for you, making sure you’re okay, you’re not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.

Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe he’ll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. He’s so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, you’re never leaving his sight.

Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as he’s hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though he’d never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you ‘baby’ ‘sweet girl’ ‘love’ he’s so infatuated with you and doesn’t know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. He’s such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’s probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesn’t mean he’s not a sucker. There are rules he’s willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure you’re fed and if you want a sweet treat, he’s on it. Listens to you talk, even if it’s silly. Dances with you almost every night. He’s so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases “poor sweet baby, you haven’t woken up yet to tell your left foot from your right” as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course he’s willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.

Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldn’t encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. He’s always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. He’s so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Cute things he do as your boyfriend

He's a total sweetheart behind that brooding exterior, always finding little ways to shower you with affection even amongst his buddies.

Like how his large, calloused palm will drift up to tenderly ruffle your hair whenever you sidle up beside him. You adore nuzzling into that comforting touch while he tries fighting off the edges of a dopey grin.

Or when you're all piled together chatting and he senses your skirt riding dangerously high. Rather than making a big fuss, he simply angles his body to block any view before smoothly tugging the fabric back into place with the barest ghosting of knuckles skimming along your thigh.

The second you mention feeling even the tiniest pang of hunger, he's springing into action - damn near hauling you bodily out the door if needed.

Next thing you know, you're cozied up in a comfy booth at your favorite low-key diner or parked in front of the glow of some charmingly hole-in-the-wall mom-and-pop joint's neon sign as he patiently waits to order whatever crazy pregnancy craving crosses your mind that day.

Every Friday without fail, he returns home from his deliveries with a fresh, beautifully arranged bouquet clutched behind his back. You squeal in delight as he shyly presents them, ducking his head in that bashful way whenever you pepper his flushed cheeks with grateful kisses.

He'll then sprawl across the sofa, pulling you down to nestle between his spread thighs as you gush about all the latest office gossip making the rounds.

Despite his feigned clueless guy act, he proves he was hanging on every breathless ramble by reciting back the tawdry details word-for-word with a mischievous smirk when you tease about his wandering attention.

And at the end of those idyllic evenings spent tucked up close simply basking in one another's presence, he always envelops you fully in that heavenly warm embrace you crave.

Those broad arms locked snugly around your waist from behind as he nuzzles against your nape, inhaling deep - like somehow your very scent provides the balm allowing his soul to finally unwind completely.

Only then does that last lingering muscle tension bleed out with a contented sigh rumbling past his lips.

"Just keep doing whatever magic this is, love..." His rasping whisper fans over your sensitized skin in the dim glow. "You, here, in my arms each night...that's the closest thing to real peace I've ever known."

cloud strife, megumi fushiguro, rin itoshi, sae itoshi, sasuke uchiwa, aki hayawaka, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki

[crrybrry]

the way these two have such similar vibes.

[silverflqmes]

Hai!! I was wondering if you’d be able/want to/feel comfortable with writing a nsfw cloud x reader? Maybe something sweet, like their first time together as a couple. If you don’t like the request is fine ! I hope you’re having a great day :]

໒⦂ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

notes. hi anon, i have not written nsfw in some centuries so i hope this is decent cuz i definitely lost my touch😭 i wrote the reader as female since that’s what i’m used to writing, given i’m.. well, a girl😵‍💫 hope that’s okay with you</3

genre. nsfw + fluff

tw. virginity loss, hand job, fingering, riding, slight uh pillow princess cloud in the beginning..

disclaimer. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 17? please dni.

cloud strife x fem!reader

it was quarter to midnight and the blond still could not find it in himself to sleep. not that he ever could, anyway.. but since he’d gotten with you, sleep came just a little more easily and the nightmares became less frequent.

tonight, however, was a slightly different case.

“cloud..” you mumbled sleepily, lifting your head from his back when you felt him shift against your hold. “still can’t sleep?”

remembering your presence, he blinked in the darkness, feeling your hand on his stomach, which he gently took ahold of, kissing the back of it. “sorry, having a hard time..” he paused to think of a vague excuse, if only to mask his embarrassment. “getting um, comfortable, right now.. nothing to do with you, though.”

his cheeks were twinged with pink under the sliver of moonlight that spilled into your shared bedroom through the curtains, but thankfully hidden from your stare.

while he had said it was strange for him to be the ‘little spoon’, part of him was grateful that he was now..

a pout came to your lips as you urged him to turn over, but he wouldn’t budge — adamant on not being seen. something was.. off. really off.

“cloud, come on- you can tell me. you know i won’t judge you for whatever reason that’s preventing you from sleeping.” you assured, smoothing the hand he wasn’t holding over his arm, comfortingly.

he shuddered unknowingly at the touch, hyper aware of your proximity to him — the way your body had pressed against his back and your light breathing on his neck now.

the fabric confinements constricted in protest, and he willed himself not to make any noises that gave away his sensitivity. why did it have to hit him tonight so suddenly? was it that lack of battling, with his arch nemesis no longer threatening the planet?

“i-it’s nothing.” he shook his head, attempting to steady his tone, but his facade was faltering. “just.. go back to bed, i should fall asleep in a moment or — a-aah.. aaah.”

panic crossed your features at the noise he made as you let go him within seconds, finally catching a glimpse of his expression to see he was not wincing out of agony.. but of pleasure?

curiously, your eyes slid down to his lower half to find him squeezing his legs together for dear life. oh.

“c-cloud, are you — ”

“yes-! fuck, i am..” he breathed out, turning his head to hide his shame in the pillow, but you turned him back over without harming him, pursing your lips together.

“y’know,” you began, heaving a sigh. “you could’ve just said you were feeling things- it’s a normal thing.. instead you had me thinking you had a bad dream again or something.” you shook your head, relief washing over you despite your scolding.

the former mercenary kept his gaze elsewhere, grumbling quietly under his breath. “it’s not so easy to say ‘i’m horny, do something about it’. feels awkward, okay.”

you found yourself rolling your eyes before you pushed yourself up, lavender colored sheets sliding off your body as you moved to situate yourself between his legs. “i suppose it’s blunt, but i don’t mind it. we’ve been together for over a year now.. and have known each other for several more.” you reminded him tenderly, leaning down to peck his lips softly. “if you needed ever needed to.. indulge.. i’m more than willing to do so, at your consent.”

cloud found himself shuddering at the words that spilled over his rosy appendages, rouge splashing across his his nose and cheeks at your boldness. while you had been confident, in contrast to how he behaved and presented himself.. this was a side he had yet to see from you — and goodness.

“but- it’s late..” he muttered back, aware that you had to wake up early to help tifa out at seventh heaven by daybreak. it was tedious work and he knew you weren’t one for getting up at first light.. cutting into your sleep felt criminal.

however your expression seemed unchanging, having made up your mind already, from what he concluded.

“and?” you pressed, hovering over his face. “i won’t be that long, and besides — we live in a society where coffee exists.” you reminded him, clicking your tongue before placing a hand on his hip. “i’ll be fine.”

his back nearly arched at the light caress, but he forced himself to be completely still, eyeing you with furrowed brows for a moment longer before exhaling. “are you.. sure about this?”

a quiet laugh tumbled past your lips as a knowing smile crossed your lips. “would i be offering to help if i wasn’t?”

it was a fair point, and although cloud wanted to continue denying himself for the sake of you getting rest.. he found himself succumbing to his intrusive thoughts the more he stared up at you.

“i guess not.” the blond concurred after a brief silence on his end, averting his mako tinted hues. “you’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

the eager shake of your head was enough of an answer as he closed his eyes in defeat. “okay, fine.. just take it easy on me, it’s..” he paused, pursing his lips together.

“your first time?” you finished in a hum before letting out a giggle when he didn’t answer. “it’s okay, i thought so.” you assured him, hooking your thumbs onto the waistband of his boxer briefs. “if it gets too much, you can tell me.”

a nod of confirmation was all that was needed for you to fully tug down his undergarments, a hiss leaving your lover’s lips as the frigid air caressed his most intimate part.

gingerly, you wrapped your hands around his shaft, never missing the gasp he failed to suppress as you pumped him slowly.

cloud’s hand flew to cover his mouth, eyes squeezing tighter as wave of ecstasy washed over him — gradually erasing the previous discomfort he’d felt.

in all his years, other than that massage back at the wall market of sector six, he’d never been touched in a way like this. a manner that sent bolts and sparks of pleasure down his spine, electrifying him in every possible way.

but the spiky haired male was too shy to ask for help on the rare occasions that he’d found himself pent up. all that fighting quelled any need for sexual release.. but now, with little to no battles to partake in these days, those late nights he’d spend away on deliveries were often occupied by his hand.

“f-fuck, y/n..!” he breathed out, feeling his legs tremble from the pleasure you had created.

you continued at an even pace, sliding your attention back over to boyfriend’s features when he called your name out. “does it feel good?” the answer was abundantly clear, though you felt the need to ask, anyway. couldn’t hurt to be safe.

he nodded his head rapidly, flushed skin glimmering under the glow of the moon. “ngh- f-faster, a-aaah~ please..” he whispered back pleadingly, tears gathering at the corners of his lashes.

it was truly a sight to behold — a part of cloud no one else had witnessed but you. and you had been the reason for his expressions, the noises he made — his reactions.. all of it was by your work.

wanting him to reach his high, to see the stars you had hoped he would see on your first time together, you quickened your ministrations, rolling your thumb over his tip. it was a little adventurous, but his moans was all the encouragement you needed to continue.

in an attempt to address your own aching heat, you slipped two fingers into the thin fabric of your panties, dragging them over your aching bundle of nerves before sliding them into your entrance.

a prolonged sigh escaped your lips, feeling your walls loosen around your fingers with each thrust while your partner became undone at the mixture of his own euphoria and the mere sight of you.

it made him strangely jealous, as he wanted to be the one to please you.

with a shaky breath, he reached down into the drawer of his nightstand for a familiar packet, carefully tearing it open when your breathing transitioned into panting.

you hadn’t even noticed that the self proclaimed ex-SOLDIER removed your hand from his cock, nor had you caught sight of him sliding a condom over himself.

no, it wasn’t until he grabbed your hips and brought you forward that you’d removed your hands at the brush of his tip against your clit, grasping ahold of his shoulders as a whine left your lips. “h-haahh~ cloud..” you drawled out in a needy beg, arching your back just slightly.

and that was all he needed to take you at last, sheathing himself slowly into your warmth.

he brought you impossibly closer to him at the squeeze of you against him, a staggered pant spilling past his appendages as he buried his face into your neck. “s-shit — was that too much?”

“n-no!” you refuted a little louder than planned, shaking your head. “j-just, one second.. a-and you can move..”

despite his worry, he took your word for it, exhaling lowly as he felt you shift.

with another sigh, you rested your chin on his shoulder, allowing yourself to nod. “o-okay, i’m good..”

cloud took it as a sign to continue as he pulled out slowly before plunging back into your core at an equal pace, steadily falling into an appropriate rhythm.

the stars you had thought of before in regards to cloud’s pleasure entered your vision at last when he nailed that special spot of yours.

“a-aahh~! cloud-!”

your whines and cries of his name was fueling enough to continue hitting that same spot, feeling you crash down on him harder.

“almost.. t-there..” he reassured you quietly, and perhaps even himself as well.

the knot coiling in your stomach was on the verge of snapping, one thrust away from unraveling completely.

in light of that, cloud captured your lips in a climatic kiss, swallowing your cries of elation when you met your end at last.

covered in a sheen of sweat, the blond gave you two more thrusts before removing himself from your dipping heat, allowing you to collapse against him.

his breath was far from even, yours no better than his own as he gazed up at the ceiling, eyes half lidded. “we should.. probably clean up..”

a tired laugh escaped you, having put together several other phrases he could have started with.. but then you reminded yourself that this was cloud strife — your very awkward, but adorable boyfriend.

“don’t w-worry,” you assured, sucking in another dose of air. “we will..”

notes. good grief i haven’t written smut in ages, i hope this was decent.. i feel like i’ve lost my touch😔 but wishing you a great day too, anon! along with anyone else reading this filth🫡

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[dragonsoulage]

What are you looking at?

feat. Cloud Strife, Reno, Sephiroth, Zack Fair, Rufus Shinra

What are these gorgeous men looking at while they taking you over and over again? What part of you makes them blush or going feral when sinking into you?

Hello friendos, it was time to make something for Final Fantasy again 🤌🏻🤌🏻 after my Baji fic is done I thought this could it be 🤣💀 was playing Remake and was suddenly in the mood to ✨🌚 so here enjoy my little smūt when we talk about what they are looking at while they having fun with you 🌚🤌🏻

Wordcount: 2,6k

Warnings: smūt, missionary, pet names, doggystyle, s*x in front of a mirror, slight choking, tummy bulge, riding, spanking

Cloud Strife ~ So shy when he looks in your face…

Well, he is stoic yes, not too open about his feelings.

But when he fucks you, that boy is whipped trying to keep his mouth shut. Too embarrassed to let out too much noise.

Although it is quite sexy to listen to these deep shy grunts, when he is balls deep inside you.

Always making you shiver and pull him even closer.

Cloud is someone, he mostly fucks you from an angle where he can't see your face, simply because he loves your face.

Loves the way your lips parted for him just to moan his name.

The way that delicate blush on your cheeks spread, these eyes looking at him, adoring him.

He struggled not to just cum when you look at him.

Especially difficult it was when you grabbed his hand just to take his thumb in your mouth, making his thrusts stutter.

So when he fucks you he mostly likes to watch your cute expression when you are about to cum, when he holds your hips just to feed you with his thick inches over and over, to have these pretty orbs rolling back. Making himself groan, and his cock throb.

"Look at me, baby." you cooed in his ear, when you felt the blond nuzzled your neck, hard planes of muscles looming over you, two large, rough hands spreading your thighs open.

"N-no...you're just going to tease me." Cloud said firm, with a ragged breath while he bullies his cock right between your puffy folds.

So wet and warm, and so fucking velvety.

"Please, just one look, give me one look, pretty boy." you urged so sweetly, he was sure when he would not see your face he could get off on your voice alone.

Calling the 1 rank SOLDIER 'pretty boy', as if it would not make his dick any harder, making his balls draw up tight.

"No funny business, yeah?" Cloud repeated before finally getting up, still holding your thighs apart as you squirmed under him. With a smirk, wiggling your pussy down his shaft a little more, clenching around his base. Your pussy was always killing him.

"See, it's not that hard." you replied, and then he just gave you one mean thrust, mako blue eyes locking with yours, his gaze over all had roamed from your pretty pussy, stuffed full of him up your torso, your perfect tits, to your kiss bitten neck and then your gorgeous face. Your expression a little too cocky, but with that mean thrust there you had these big eyes again, jaw fell open, your expression just so full in need of him.

And hell, he was gone, he was so gone, groaning from only the fact how your eyes rolled back, the way he continued to pound into you.

One hand came up to tenderly cup your cheek, making your head that fell back in pure bliss, so he could just admire your pretty face.

"You are so....fuck, so pretty. Taking me so well." he praised you, he was just so in love with you and your expressions, making him nearly spill his load into you...

Reno ~ Mirror, mirror on the wall…

Reno is nasty, like when he could, he would have an eye on every part of you. Fucking you raw and that stamina, girl, you need to run away when you can't take it anymore.

Not that he would let you.

After all you are his 'sweet thing' adoring you in every position he folded you into.

Even when he is more of a tits guy, but when he could, damn he fucks you in front of the mirror.

Reno got confidence in buckets, he knows he is hot, he knows you think he is hot.

And for some reason he enjoys to not only make you watch yourself, how good you were taking his dick. But also how he fucked you, how his abs tensed when taking you from behind.

How the veins on his lower arm and on the hand popped up when grabbing your throat to make you look in the mirror.

And of course, how helplessly cute you looked when getting your cunt pounded like it would be the only goal in his life.   

"Nah, no looking away, babygirl." he snickered, always playful while being so deep inside you, you thought you would have been split open. Your cheeks already flush, his hands had grabbed your arms, hooking his hands underneath your elbows, to pull on you, just to bury a further inch inside your snug pussy.

Your pussy was pure heaven for him, dripping down his shaft, no one else could make you this wet, and he fucking knew it.

Always a shy girl, but so nice and wet when his dick was inside you. Moaning and crying, stating it would be too much, although it was just right.

"Re-reno, it's weird." you puffed out of your plump lips, when you looked at him through the mirror. Still, his pace restless and fast. Just slowing down now a little, to gave you something to breathe.

"Weird you say? So weird to watch that cute pussy getting parted for me? I love how we look like that, sweets." he stated, tilting his head, before letting one arm of you loose. You had such a nice deep arch for him.

"I mean, look at that... See how I enjoy fucking you?" he bends slightly forward just to lick a stripe up your neck to whisper it in your ear. Making his tip hit your cervix, what made you squeal, so cute, he swore you were so cute like this.

"Fuck...you're so...ahhh naughty." you tried to act up, a weak attempt on the fact how your walls grabbed his length.

"Oh, believe me, when I wouldn't be a turk, we would be porn stars, sugar." he joked, before grabbing you more firmly and steady to continue you to fuck you into oblivion in front of the mirror.

"Now give me a cute face, yeah, just like that. Look how good we look, how well you take me." he praised you with that damn sneer in his face, the damn grin and these turquoise eyes that now landed on you and him in the reflection. 

Sephiroth ~ Eyes on your pussy…

He is not really known to be so close with anyone. Expect you, one of the assistants from Hojo. Always so cute and your thoughtful expression. Alone, the care you took to ask him if he is fine, after a mission. Something he enjoyed, something that made him want to have you. And indeed he had you, all so possessive, all so rough.

Just enough time to have you on the desk in some office.

But what he adored to look at, green mako eyes fixed on that pink slit between your thighs.

Spreading your pussy lips apart, just to watch how deep he sunk into your welcoming heat.

He wasn't that good to look into your face, not that he wouldn't manage that at all. But it made his heart a weird movement, a weird feeling he didn't know how to put. So fixing on your wet cunt instead, seemed like a plan to him. Something he grew a little obsessed with.

Watching every little twitch your pussy made, how your clit throbbed when being neglected. How your hole clenched when he split you open.

Damn, it fascinated him, how he could stretch your pretty cunt out. And how it made your core flutter. Especially when you had this tummy bulge because he was so big, when he could watch how he rearranged your insides.

These low moans and grunts that came from his throat, not just because you felt absolutely divine, no because your pussy was like a pretty flower blooming for him.

A flower he wanted to squirt all over him, to gush out in pure ecstasy.   

"Look at that, so eager to take all of me, hm?" he teased with a calm voice, before his tip vanished inside you again, making your spine curve up.

"Please...faster." you whined nearly, but that plea fell on def ears, his eyes only watching your puffy folds. A hand of yours reaching down, wanting to rub your clit, to get that feeling of being high on pleasure. But before you could even touch your nub, his hand slapped yours away.

His handsome features shortly came to look in your eyes.

"Not without permission, little one. But I guess you lost that privilege now." he said to you, pushing his thick girthy cock further inside you.

The way your eyes rolled back, was something he may want to look more often, maybe when he had enough of watching that cute cunt try to milk him.

"But, Sephiroth... I just...hmm, just want-" you tried to say something with sense, although he literally fucked your brain out before.

"Sweet girl, got a greedy pussy. You just want, to cum, no other thought in that pretty head of yours." he taunted you nearly, making you blush, although he was right.

Wanting to cum so badly, you nearly could taste it on your cunt.

One hand from him moved down your belly, feeling how deep he was inside you, pressing down slightly, what made you cry out.

"Oh god..." was all you could let out, as he watched in awe how you clenched around him, how these juices spilled out of your cunt, making your legs shake. How he, the strongest SOLDIER, made you shake.

"Yeah, that's what I thought...pretty girl, with an even more pretty pussy." he murmured before finally picking up his pace.

Zack Fair ~ Shutting up when seeing tits…

Zack has a body that bangs you until the sun goes up and a face that wants to make you breakfast. But he couldn't help to have his girlfriend on top of him. Propped up on his thick cock. His mako eyes just loved to watch your tits bounce for him, how soft they were. How good your mounds looked when he gave them a little hickey sometimes because he sucked a little too eager.

Creamy skin, and pretty nipples, just so alluring to him. Always having them in his hands, always looking at them. Nearly as if he was cast with a spell, so in trance.

And the way you dragged your cunt up and down his pulsing cock, making him groan.

Eyes sometime fluttering shut, only to open again, afraid he might miss one of your cute bounces and the way your tits moved with it.

That puppy, gone, totally gone.

He was always a tits guy, no matter how yours looked, how big or small they were, he just loved them. Squished them, and he always had this endearing blush on his cheeks, when you caught him being totally transfixed to your chest.   

"God, yes. Riding me so good, you are such a...a natural in this, aren't you?" he babbled, he never could keep his mouth shut, not at all. The way your insides grabbing him, making him buck his hips up a little, just to bully his pink tip back inside you, against your sweet spot.

Then you took off your shirt and this was the moment, it made him shut up.

Just a groan and a moan slipping out of his lips.

Spiky hair messy when he reached one hand up to palm your tit.

"Suddenly so quiet." you joked while grinding against him, making his abs tense underneath you. Supporting your weight on top of his torso, sometimes fingers dancing over these muscles, you liked so much.

"Let a man adore his girlfriends, boobs. Can't help when....ah fuck...can't help when they are so perfect." he tried to listen, indeed he tried. Besides the fact that every blood was in his rock hard cock, now your unpacked, stunning tits on display for him. A thumb brushing over your nipple, before he gently tugged on it, making you gasp.

"Zack..." you moaned, your cunt dragging along his shaft in the most delicious way, the hips of you in a circle motion.

When you suddenly felt how his other palm came up grabbing you and pushing you forward, his hands on your ass. Making your upper body fall into him. As he decided to pound into you while his face being smashed with your tits.

"I love your tits, damn, so fucking perfect. Baby, I just could cum from looking at them." he confessed, hold back a whimper before his lips found the sensitive nipple from your right breast to suck in it. Making him groan even more, making his cock disappear even faster inside you.

Rufus Shinra ~ Got a thing for your backside…

Oh, every time you walk by, every time you turned around so he could see your pretty backside.

Rufus Shinras mouth went dry, that perfect curve of your ass, the way your hips swayed slightly when you walked.

The shape, alone the fact it looked so...just so good. Nearly made his serious composure fall.

After all, he was a busy man, a powerful man.

The president of Shinra companies was not only in love with you, but hell, did he is in love with your ass.

Having you bend over his desk whenever he could, not that he would have many opportunities in his leadership position. And every time he fucking loved to watch your soft skin yield under his touch, how your ass bounced back against him. How it looked when he grabbed a chunk of it.

Not to forget, he just couldn't help then to smack it while fucking his cock inside your tight pussy.

Alone, the fact you always arched your ass up for him, how it made your cunt clench when he smacked your ass.

The red hand print that was left there, before he would soothe it with a sweet caress.   

"Keep the arch, pretty. Need to be deep inside you, after that...urghh meeting." his voice strained, his blue orbs fixed on your flesh. The way your back was curved, how you knew he liked your butt that much, how you shamelessly wiggled it back onto him. Before moaning so pretty.

It was like a long needed break, every time he plunged his needy cock inside your heavenly cunt.

His hands grabbing your waist, just to watch the skin jiggled every time he thrusted inside you, feeling every vein that drags along his cock.

"Spank me, please." you urged him then, already could tell he wanted, just how his fingers before had danced over your skin, grabbing a good chunk of your ass. Holding back, not wanting to overwhelm his pretty lady so soon. Although, the way your ass bounced back against his pelvis, had something hypnotic and satisfying. Making him calmer, reducing his stress level. But when he could smack your ass, spank it, making you whimper and clench down on him. This had the Shinra president, going.

You heard a deep breath and a slight growl, just by how good he was fucking you. His palm caressing your sensitive skin, in a gentle motion.

"You play your cards just right, hm? Exactly knowing what I wanted, before I even bend you over." you heard him chuckle, and just as soon as you wanted to reply a sharp spank was heard, making your chest lay flat against the wooden desk. It had you cross-eyed, pussy drooling.

"Look at that, as if my hand print would be your personal branding, darling." he cooed before he leaked pre-cum right inside you, hitting that spongy part with such precise.

"Then brand me, baby." you moaned, wanting more of it.

"Good girl..." Rufus smirked before the next print of his hand landed on your other ass cheek.

[noctunis]

hii !! first of all i love ur profile and the entire theme. i initially came here from ur other account and checked out some of ur rules on here. i really like ur writing n was wondering if u could do a soft smut fic w cloud from ff ? obviously during the ages of him being above 20. i have a small scenario in which cloud goes over to readers house, apartment, or wherever theyre staying etc after a fight. it ends up with reader cleaning him up and stiching whatever injuries he has before reader takes the initiative to comfort cloud w praises and (suggestive) care. i noticed u weren't too keen on nsfw and obv i dnt want anything too extreme with the nsfw either perhaps js an indication smth happens. apart from that there's not much else i have unless u need me to support more details which im gladly happy to <33

melt into you | 2.2k words | light nsfw / slight sub!cloud

a certain feeling sneaks up on cloud when he crosses the threshold into your apartment, something warm and wiry, like molten clouds meeting sky. maybe it’s because of the fact that he can still smell the fresh flowers you had managed to get from aerith yesterday sitting on your table, the same ones that sink into your bloodstream, creeps into your breath, rooted within your hair.

or maybe it’s the fact that his shaky hand’s pressed up against the gash in his side.

cloud hisses, shutting the door quietly; in fear that you may be asleep. but if he really thought you were asleep, would he be coming to your apartment unannounced anyways? nonetheless, it’s a thought soon swept under a mental rug with the burning sensation of his wound getting worse by the second.

legs like lead, his sword feels heavier than before and with a grunt, he lifts his head to the sight of a familiar hair color and intrigued eyes. droopy, with a hand coming up to rub the sleep away from them.

“cloud?” you ask, drowsily.

his breath hitches. not asleep.

he gives a small hum in response, soon cut short with a deep breath in as he surveys your room — searching for anything of use to his situation. your head perks up, following his wandering eyes.

you prop yourself up on your elbows, blinking until your vision manages to settle. cloud’s lips twitch fondly at the sight, for the few seconds his eyes linger on you. “what do you need?” you ask.

“gauze, bandages — anything, really,” he says. his voice doesn’t sound so different as per normal, but if you strain your eyes ever so carefully, you can hear the ribbed noise of his breathing, traversing up his lungs in heavy bouts. you sigh through your nose and swing your legs over the edge of your bed, ignoring the cheap screws that screech in the process.

cloud’s head jerks over to you at the noise. a habit he’s never chased away. the hardwood’s cool beneath your bare feet, goosebumps blooming on your calves as your sleep shorts aren’t very warm without the safe haven of your bed. you walk over to the corner of the room, eye catching on the flower on your wooden desk; a cherry-pink peony bright and yearning to be looked upon, before you go and rummage in the box under said desk.

his eyes fall on a specific bruise starting to blossom on the sliver of skin peeking through the area between your sleep shirt and shorts, right on your hip bone, the one you’re always bumping against the doorway when you’re in a rush following him out the door. he only knows this because he always hears a small, “ow!” between gritted teeth before the sets of pitter-patter that follow.

shirt loosely hanging of your shoulder, hair tousled, he watched as you lazily dig through the box and thinks against the thought of urging you to go faster as his wound possibly couldn’t get any worse.

his mouth parts but before he can manage to get a word out, he sees you lift your hand in the air with a groggy, “ta-da!” and a roll of bandages clutched in your grasp. his lips fasten, before you look back at him; eyes creased softly with your dazed, close-lipped smile you give him.

he huffs, biting back a wince at the action. “ta-da? what are you, six?”

“seven, actually,” you tease. gathering the supplies, you get off the floor and make your way back to the bed, hooking a finger into cloud’s turtleneck to bring him closer, much to his pained dismay. his hands itchy with the sticky crimson that cultivates and starts to dry against the creases in his palm, and he swears he feels a little nauseous. not that he’d ever tell you, of course.

“now,” you smile, placing the rest of the items on your table with a soft thunk. “let’s get you patched up.”

he nods wordlessly, putting his sword against the foot of your bed before he sits on it. it feels like cardboard, although he knows you both won’t get any better as long as you’re in the slums. seeing the spool of thread and the bottle of disinfectant with its label haphazardly peeling off, his brows furrow fractionally.

“you sure you know how to do this?”

“cloud, how many times have i patched you up?”

he shakes his head. “doesn’t mean you know how to do it.”

you roll your eyes to his annoyance, slotting yourself between his legs as you slowly take a peek behind what his hand hides; a dark, bloody mess with the turtleneck adhering to his body. he wonders if you know how much it stings. he has a feeling you do, only because you grimace the sight, eyes softening up at him almost pitifully.

(his face blooms with heat. he must be getting a fever with how long you’re taking.)

you help him get his armor off, fingers careful to undo the clasps and get it off before you look down at his bottoms and boots. he almost chuckles at the way your face twists, going to your chest full of clothes before throwing him a pair of sweatpants and turning around.

“you— can change. . i won’t look,” you say, crossing your arms.

“i’m good,” he says. you whip around and scowl at him, explaining how he won’t be leaving anytime soon, how he might as well get comfortable. cloud thinks for a moment, looking down at the sweats in his hand before he goes to unzip his boots. you turn back around as he toes them off, letting them rest against the floor next to your bed.

you tap your foot and wait for him to be done, trying to pretend you don’t hear the rustling of clothes and soft hisses of pain he makes when he gets too close to the wound. you wait for the “you can look, now,” and turn back around, tilting your head when you see him shirtless.

“oh, uhm — okay.”

a pause. a very long pause, the tips of your ears burning with your words burning in the caves of your mind — until a low chuckle slips past cloud’s lips. it’s a little quiet one, though almost like he’s teasing you. you let out a small nervous laugh of your own, grabbing the roll of bandages and cloth before swooping in to patch him up.

“i feel bad for your patients,” he says, strained with the stings of the needle. you’re hard at work, meticulously weaving the thread through pale skin, paired with a rainbow trail of colors left along his oblique.

“i’m doing it, aren’t i?” you mutter, a hand settling on his abdomen to keep his breathing steady. . . even when his heart sputters at the gesture. you thumb at the ridges of his bones mindlessly, tracing the rib soothingly as the needle dips once more. his head tips back and he exhales sharply, his hands gripping onto the material of the pants.

“you’re okay. you’re okay,” you coo, taking a small break from stitching him up. looking up at him, you watch as his eyes scrunch shut uncomfortably. “i’m almost done, i swear.” a hand comes up to his white knuckle grip, and he resists the urge to move away, the warmth of your palm on his.

“can you just keep going?” he asks, peeking an eye open and leering down at you. his tactics never deter you, though — you always keep going.

a soft smile and a rub of his knuckle before you go back to threading the last two stitches, wiping away the excess blood. he huffs when you finally disconnect the string and place the spool back on the desk. you wipe the scar one last time before sitting back on your haunches, admiring your work as cloud does the same.

“feel okay?” you ask, and he swears his heart’ll palpitate if you look up at him like that again.

“yeah, i guess,” he mutters, thumb rubbing along the stitch as he looks away. your gaze is heavy though, like a loaded gun — and he wants to tell you to knock it off, only to end up finding himself squirming at your eyes. maybe it’s just the discomfort of the bandages, though.

you eye the alarm clock that sits on your desk, green numbers illuminated the otherwise dark room, save for the dim lamp that bleeds warmth into the room and seeps along the cracks of your walls. it’s pretty late, you note, and you feign a tired sigh and sit next to him on the bed, thighs touching each other as you flop back on the mattress.

“waking me up for all of that,” you drag out all the syllables, and a fake yawn slowly morphs into a real one.

a puff of air escapes through cloud’s nose. “was gonna do it myself, y’know,” he says. “i don’t need you to do everything for me.”

an exasperated sigh, before you rise back up from your position and face the man, who looks at you skeptically. “what if i wanna do things for you?” you sleepily grin.

he shoots you a confused look, even if the comment may make his fingertips tingle. “it— it doesn’t matter, you patched me up anyway,” he responds. “thanks,” he coughs out.

his fingers curl up the sweatpants, bunching the cotton material with uneven nails as he ignores how they suddenly cling onto his ankles, just a little too short and it makes all the more difference. you’re inched just a little closer than he’d like you to be, and it makes all the more difference.

“you don’t have to do everything by yourself, though,” you say. he feels the back of his throat go dry, can feel his blood sing as he looks at you with big eyes.

“do you—“ he presses his lips together, thinking his words over a bit more carefully than he normally would. his voice goes low, that warmth creeping up on him again when he looks back at your eyes; tired and soft. “. . . want to do everything with me?”

it sounds corny, he knows it and he’s sure you know it, too, with the way you smile — but when it finally registers that you’re smiling, it doesn’t sound so bad.

“will you let me?”

the question practically shatters his psyche and he doesn’t even get the chance to reel the words back in before they spill from his lips.

“yes,” he blurts. the eagerness in his voice makes him cringe, and yet you lean in for a kiss anyway. lips melding with his, you linger for a bit before pulling away, looking back up and meeting azure eyes with a pair of your own; starlight shielded behind a layer of fatigue.

his hand finds its way on your hip bone, soothing the yellowing bruise he remembered you have. you kiss the corner of his lips, slowly shifting closer to him. another kiss, and this time, to the tip of his nose. another shift. another kiss, the cycle continues until you’re hovering over his lap, gently sitting down and pulling away from your kisses for a moment when you hear him inhale sharply.

you teasingly smile. “what’s wrong?”

he gives a small huff of amusement. “i think you brushed against my stitches.”

your face heats up with a raise of your brows. “oh! oh! i am— oh, i am so sorry,” you ramble, placing cool, gentle fingers against his abdomen. at his hand wave of dismissal, you continue, “are you— did i do a good job with the stitches?”

he nods, the tiniest smirk on his face as he looks down on you. “i guess, so.”

your beam’s worth it and you lean in, barely stopping with the way your lips brush against each other. “thanks. i think you did a good job, too.”

he tilts his head at you, face dropping as yours comes closer to him. “you’re weird,” he says, the last syllable cut short when you press your lips against his. with a shaky exhale, his fingers come up to grasp at the material of your sleep shirt with the slow rhythm your lips move in.

cloud strife, a stray cat baptized in a pool of love, howling from the rooftops to let the neighborhood know the beauty it saw while nearly drowning in the affection it settles in — and though not religious, the best hymn cloud knows is the sound of your name.

the slow rock of your hips against his makes him squirm and he momentarily breaks the kiss to grit his teeth, trying his damndest to keep the noises from slipping out. you hum lowly, lazily grinding against him with a hand on the back of his neck to bring him even closer than before; teeth gently bumping together as his tongue peeks out.

cloud can love but he loves softer than anybody else you know. his love spills out in tender streams and it shows in the little moments like these rather than grand gestures. gentle brushes of your pinkies alongside one another, soft humps against each other in the solitude of your own room.

even in moments where you can’t see it, where you’re too enveloped in the throes of your own passion to notice the way he gazes at you; he can only hope you understand the sheer worth of the love he holds for you. it’s always shining on you, ready to embrace you — you just have to let go and let it.

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[l1tw1ck]

Thunder

Bottom!FTM Cloud Strife x Top!Male Reader

⛈️ Word Count: 1,799 ⛈️

While out on a mission, you and Cloud get caught in a sudden thunderstorm, forcing you to find shelter for the night until it stops. But after a couple days, there aren't any signs of it letting up

AFAB Language Used | I had writer's block and got bored so i decided to finally continue playing final fantasy. I stopped like 30 minutes in to write this fic at 12AM. i put down the game (temporarily! i love it) after the section 8 stuff so i'm sorry for any inaccuracies, just needed to take advantage of this burst of motivation

CW: Rape/Non-Con, Somnophilia, Power Imbalance, Frottage, Teasing, Creampie

You peek outside the window, or what was left of it, of the broken down building you're in then turn to Cloud. “Looks like we’ll have to stay the night.” Lightning strikes to reinforce your words. “Think you can handle it, pretty boy?”

“Stop treating me like a rookie.” Cloud sighs. “And stop calling me pretty boy.”

“It's hard when you look like an adorable little kitten.” You smile.

He rolls his eyes and looks around for burnable items.

“It's like watching a lion cub hunt and gather.”

“I can't wait for this night to be over.” He groans. “How about you do something useful, captain?”

“Like what, kitty?”

Cloud grips the damp piece of wood in his hand in annoyance. “Like maybe finding things to keep the water out of here.” He tosses the wood aside.

“Sure.” You stretch.

The two of you worked together to make the old building livable for the night and went to sleep thinking it’d be over by morning.

Cloud wakes up to the loud sound of thunder and sighs. He sees you leaning against the wall. “It's still raining.”

“It sure is.” You chuckle. “We might be here for a while, kitty. Unless you want to run out and somehow dodge all that lightning?”

The two of you are way too far from the base to even consider doing that. The job pays well but not enough for Cloud to not be annoyed with this sudden detour. “I better get a bonus for this.”

“Of course. You could get paid even more if you did me a little favor.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“About 60,000 gil plus your bonus pay.”

“What is it?” He asks, attentive.

You smirk. “Since we're gonna be stuck here for who knows how long, I think it’d be nice to do something as a…pastime of sorts.”

“Stop beating around the bush.”

You motion for him to come over. He rolls his eyes and gets up. “I know you're talented in so many ways,” You grab his wrist and pull him close to you. “And I wanna see if you're talented in this way too.”

He pushes you and steps back, his cheeks red. “Don't even think about it.”

“It was worth a shot.” You laugh.

He shakes his head and decides to explore the building more, far from you.

The sun set and the sky continued to pour. Then days passed. You rationed food and managed to find other edible things to keep yourselves alive but the situation isn't all that great for you. You're still functioning, but just by a small margin.

The two of you were able to collect rainwater to drink and help yourselves clean up. Cloud insisted on doing it upstairs so you wouldn't watch him. You promised you wouldn't but you were lying.

As time went on, it was getting harder and harder to keep it in your pants. Your mental state started to get a little wonky thanks to your body not getting all the nutrients it needs. You couldn't stop thinking about how much you wanted him, especially since it was better than thinking about food. It got to a point where you couldn't even fall asleep.

You look at Cloud’s sleeping face, studying the slight movements in his facial muscles as he dreams. The soft glow of your lamp allows you to properly see him despite the darkness. His chest slowly rises and falls. You know if you made an attempt, he’d wake up, any good soldier would. But it's getting hard to control yourself. Being in such close proximity with him is driving you mad. You hesitantly, and very softly, touch his shoulder. He doesn't react. You poke his cheek. Nothing. You pause.

You trace your finger down his chest and to his pants. You carefully unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He doesn't seem to notice you pulling them down. You take in a small breath. You're so nervous it feels like there's a hole in your chest. You remove his boxers at an agonizingly slow pace. You gulp as you start to see his pussy. Light blond tufts of hair beautifully surround his soft, pudgy cunt and his t-dick. You look at him. He's sleeping peacefully. He must be more tired than usual tonight.

You gently pull his underwear down his ankles and place it on the end of the blanket he’s laying on. You carefully spread his legs and slot yourself in between them. As you begin to free your aching hard dick, you start to feel a little bad. You tell yourself to give him a huge bonus after this. You gently rub your cock along his pussy, knowing you can definitely get off just by doing this. You don't want it to hurt, at least not too much, so you decide not to penetrate him since your luck would probably run out if you tried to prep him properly.

You bite down on your lip. The view is making you feel dizzy. Your ears drown out the sounds of the thunder storm and focus entirely on Cloud. On his soft, gentle breaths and the squelching sound of his wet pussy, aroused by your cock pressing itself against it. Your heart starts to pound louder, ruining your focus on Cloud.

You let out a breathy gasp as you begin to feel your climax approaching. Your eyes flicker over to his face, watching to make sure he's still asleep. You don't know how you’ve gotten this far but you're no longer so sure that you’ll be able to stop here. Your movements stutter as your cum splatters on his body.

“Cloud..” You whisper. His lack of reaction emboldens you to keep going. You move back and slide your middle finger inside his cunt. Squelch. It sucks it in with ease, and same with your ring finger. You slowly open him up while using your free hand to jerk yourself off. He twitches. You pause and look at him before continuing.

You eventually decide to stop and finally get to the good part. You gently lift Cloud’s legs and position the tip of your cock in front of his entrance. You take your time easing into him while constantly checking if he's awake.

Once you're finally fully inside, you take a couple minutes to take everything in. You're in serious disbelief but way too horny to be concerned about it. You know that, at this point, if he wakes up, you’ll be able to overpower him.

You slowly thrust into him, happily indulging in the wonders of Cloud Strife’s pussy. You gently caress his t-dick, smiling when you start to hear him whimper. “You feel so good, Cloud– ‘s like you were made for me, to tempt me..” You murmur, gradually picking up the pace. “I didn't think it’d be so easy…”

“Maybe you're not even asleep. No properly trained soldier would sleep through something like this…I wonder if you're enjoying this. Getting off on me assaulting you in your sleep like a slut.” You notice his cheeks starting to turn red. A chill runs down your spine as you start to get a feeling your assumption is correct. “You like this, Cloud? Letting yourself get taken advantage of? Does it feel good getting treated like a cocksleeve?”

He whimpers, his cunt squeezing you.

“I know you're awake. Answer me.”

His eyes flutter open, his face flushed and deliciously seductive. “It– it feels good-!” He moans.

“Good boy.” You grin. You never would've thought Cloud would be into something like this. You roughly pound into him. He cries out in pleasure, feeling his orgasm approaching. “‘M gonna come inside and you're gonna take it like the good kitty you are.”

“Ye- yes–!” He shuts his eyes, squirting on your dick. His mouth hangs open as the aftershocks hit him. He smiles dreamily as he feels your cum flow inside of him.

You stop and catch your breath. “Did you reject me hoping this would happen?”

Cloud nods softly. “I didn't think it would…but I wanted it to.”

…..........

He pushes you and steps back. “Don't even think about it.”

“It was worth a shot.”

He shakes his head and decides to explore the building more, far from you.

Cloud climbed the semi-intact stairs and explored the second floor of the building. There wasn't anything noteworthy inside but it did give him much needed privacy. No room to lay down but he didn't need to anyway.

He walked behind a wall to hide himself in case you decided to follow him, and unbuckled his pants. He stuck his hand down them and gently caressed his t-dick. He always knew you were attracted to him, it wasn't like you were hiding it, and he pretended that he hated it. He loves your pet names and the lustful way you look at his body. Part of him hoped that one day, you’d just force yourself on him and claim him like a prize. He didn't think it'd ever happen but he never got tired of fantasizing about it. He hoped he'd have some sort of opportunity for you to finally make your move.

He'd imagine you cornering him in the locker room showers and covering his mouth to make sure no one finds out.

Cloud sneakily rubs his sensitive nipples against the cold wall tiles as you enter him. “Shh, this is what you get for being such a tease.” You spank him, your cock forcefully entering his pussy. Cloud shivers at the sounds of your heavy breathing. He can tell how aroused you are and how much you love his body. He rolls his eyes back as you stretch him wide open, his own heavy breaths making him feel lightheaded.

Or he’d imagine you giving him an ultimatum and forcing him to submit to you in exchange for keeping his job.

Cloud fakes a look of disgust as he stares at your rock hard cock. He looks up at you then back at your length, hesitating before enveloping it in his mouth. “There you go, Cloud, finally doing what I hired you for.” You praise him. He shudders at the thought, his pussy throbbing with need. “This is what you should be doing, not out on the battlefield but here, pleasing me.”

He looks up at you, trying to look angry. You smirk and push his head down, forcing him to shift his focus back.

His latest fantasy was about being trapped together. He hoped that something would happen to keep the two of you together for a long time. And he’d tease you even more to frustrate you. Then you’d finally do it.

He didn't think that exact scenario would actually play out.

[angelltheninth]

Can you write Final Fantasy guys showing love to their gf?

I definitely can for sure!

Pairing: Cloud Strife, Sephiroth, Zack Fair, Angeal Hewley, Reno Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, public display of affection, cuddles, being protective, hand-holding, dates

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A/N: Trying to branch out a bit with my Final Fantasy writings. Tell he how it is!

Cloud sees you as his everything, his reason for fighting, his reason for coming home, his reason for trying to hard. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for your happiness, no matter how small or grand it may be. He shows you affection any time he can. Every night you're in bed together, cuddling, he makes sure you never go to sleep without him telling you how much you mean to him.

Sephiroth never wants you to feel alone even when you are alone. He wants you to know he is constantly thinking of you, no matter where he is or what state of mind he is in. When you're together there is no getting away from kissing him or getting your hand away from his. It's not just a display of affection for him, it's about showing to everyone that you are off the dating market because he is your boyfriend.

Zack wants to spend as much time with you as possible, which includes dates that go on for the whole day. If he can't take at least one day to dedicate it to you then he has to be doing something wrong, at least in his view. While you're out together he will tell you, as many times as he can that he loves you. Makes sure to take pictures of every date you go on.

Angeal is the perfect gentleman to you whenever you're together, alone or in the company of others. He's always kissing your hand, kissing your cheek, making sure you're comfortable above all else and that you're having fun. Rarely lets go of your hand or goes too long without praising you. Loves spoiling you when he can, even if it's just small gifts for you to put around the house.

Reno claims he's not in love with you when he is in fact head over heels in love with you. He pouts and mumbles to himself about how soft you are when you kiss his cheek or hug him all the time when you're in public. That will earn you more than a few stern looks but he also won't push you away, secretly he loves it. When you're alone he will return all that affection and so much more.

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Crybaby ˖ ࣪ 𓂃

MDNI // no proof read // sub! Fav x gn! Reader // infantilization? // dacryphilia // overstim

“I’ve barely done anything and you're already crying, so pathetic…”

A whimpery sob escaped his lips. You’ve been jerking his dick for what feels like a lifetime. He’s extremely sensitive as he feels his third orgasm draw near.

“Please,” he whines, his cock is a blushing red that travels up his happy trail. His chest is on fire, he can’t think, he’s being so tortured by your smooth hands.

He turns to putty the moment you give him any sort of attention. Trail your eyes over his body? Hard. Kiss his cheek? Coming. Place your hands on his hips? Destroyed.

“I need-!” He’s gone, arching his back, teary eyes rolling back, come coating your hand once more.

“Can my crybaby handle another?” You ask a smirk spreading over your face as you pet his hair, cooing at his ruined form.

A/N: likes, comments, reblogs appreciated ˖ ࣪ 𓂃Love you all ‹𝟹

I’m hoping to write more (longer) subby works! I had Peeta, Cloud, Zack, Armin, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Shiggy, Bakugou, Midoriya, Kiri, Victor, Gale, and Leon in mind for this one •_•

[ajalholland]

Parent scenarios

Characters: Reno, Sephiroth, Tseng, Cloud, Zack, Vincent, Rufus, Genesis, and Angeal.

ROUGHHOUSING

You watch with a mixture of amusement and mild anxiety as your husband Sephiroth wrestles playfully on the living room floor with your three rambunctious four-year-old sons, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz. The boys are shrieking with laughter as they tumble over each other, trying to pin their father down.

"Careful, boys!" you call out, biting your lip. "Don't hurt Daddy!"

Sephiroth glances up at you, his silver hair falling into his eyes as he grins. "Relax, gorgeous. We're just having some fun." He easily flips Kadaj onto his back, eliciting another peal of giggles.

"No! Don't tickle me!" Kadaj squealed, as Sephiroth began to tickle the boy mercilessly.

"Hands off my brother!" Yazoo yelled as he charged at Sephiroth.

"Charge!" Loz joined in, hitting his father with a pillow.

You can't help but laugh yourself at the sight of your usually stoic husband being so carefree and silly with your kids. It's a rare treat to see this softer side of him.

"Alright, you little hellions," Sephiroth says, sitting up and pulling each boy onto his lap. "I think that's enough wrestling for now. How about we go build a fort in the backyard instead?"

The boys cheer excitedly, jumping up and down. "Fort! Fort!" they chant.

You shake your head in fond exasperation as they race towards the door, Sephiroth following behind them with a bemused smile.

"You're too good to them," you tease, walking over to join them. "They'll end up spoiled."

Sephiroth slings an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "I do it because I love them. And I love you." He leans down to capture your lips in a quick, passionate kiss.

You melt into his embrace, your heart full. "I love you too," you murmur against his mouth. "Even if you do spoil our kids rotten.

"He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "That's my job. Now come on, let's go supervise Operation Backyard Fort."

Hand in hand, you follow your husband and your energetic sons outside, ready for another adventure together as a family.

EARLY MORNINGS

You stir awake slowly, blinking against the early morning sunlight filtering through the curtains. Reaching over, you realize the bed beside you is empty. Frowning, you sit up and glance around the room, wondering where your husband Cloud could be.

Then you hear it - the soft lullaby of a familiar voice drifting from the nursery. Curious, you pad down the hall and peek inside. There, in the rocking chair, is Cloud, cradling your one-year-old daughter Sunny in his arms as he sings to her softly.

Your heart melts at the tender scene. You lean against the doorframe, watching them for a few moments. Cloud looks so peaceful, so natural holding your little girl. Sunny is nestled against his chest, her eyes closed as she listens to his gentle voice.

After a bit, Cloud notices you and smiles, his blue eyes twinkling. "Hey, beautiful. Did I wake you?"

You shake your head. "No, I just woke up and wondered where you were. Looks like you two were having quite the bonding moment."

He chuckles. "Sunny was fussing a bit, so handled it this time. Figured you could use the extra rest."

"You're the best," you say warmly, stepping into the room. You lean down and brush a kiss across Sunny's forehead. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. "She's lucky to have such a wonderful daddy."

Cloud's cheeks flush slightly. "I'm the lucky one. She and you are my whole world." He stands carefully, shifting Sunny as he walks over to you. "Here, why don't you hold her for a bit? I'll go make some coffee."

You take Sunny into your arms, nuzzling her soft hair. "Mmm, coffee sounds heavenly. You spoil me, you know that?"

"I try," he says with a playful wink. "Anything for my girls." He presses a quick kiss to your lips before heading out of the room.

You smile, watching him go. Life with Cloud is full of sweet little moments like this - And you wouldn't trade it for the world.

BABY GIRL

You sigh contentedly, leaning back against the hospital pillows as you watch your husband Zack cradle your newborn daughter in his strong arms. He's swaying gently, his eyes filled with adoration as he gazes down at the tiny, perfect life you two created together.

"She's even more beautiful than I imagined," Zack murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "Look at those little fingers, those rosebud lips... she's absolutely perfect."

You smile, your heart swelling with love and pride. "She certainly is. And she got her daddy's gorgeous eyes."

Zack chuckles softly, carefully adjusting his hold on the baby. "I don't know about that.. hers are way prettier than mine." He glances up at you, his blue eyes shining with tender affection. "You did amazing today. I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks to you," you say, reaching out to stroke your daughter's downy cheek. "You were my rock through it all. I couldn't have done it without you."

Zack shakes his head. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. That's a promise." He brings the baby closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "And I'll always be here for you too, little one. To love you, protect you, and guide you. You'll never be alone."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you watch this incredible man, your husband and the father of your child, pouring his heart out to your daughter. In this moment, you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"What should we name her?" you ask softly, glancing between Zack and the baby.

Zack smiles, his gaze never leaving the child in his arms. "How about Bernadette? Then I can call her Beanie."

You feel a surge of emotion at the suggestion. "Bernadette... I love it. It's perfect."

"Beanie it is then," Zack says with a playful smirk, you could only roll her eyes.

NAPTIME

You sigh in exhaustion as you try to rock your cranky toddler to sleep, your back aching from the effort. Little Lyney has been fussy all day and nothing seems to soothe him.

Suddenly, you hear a soft knock at the door and your husband Vincent pokes his head in, his face etched with concern. "Is everything alright in here?"

You shake your head, trying not to snap. "No, he just won't settle down. I've tried everything."

Vincent steps into the room, his eyes soft with sympathy. "Here, let me try." He gently takes Lyney from your arms, cradling him against his chest.

To your surprise, the toddler's cries subside almost instantly, replaced by small, hiccuping breaths as he nuzzles into Vincent's neck.

"What's your secret?" you ask, watching in awe as your normally stoic husband coos soft words to your son, his fingers stroking his back in soothing circles.

"No idea," he says with a hint of a smile.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Well, I'm glad one of us got him to calm down. You're a miracle worker."

Vincent just shrugs, continuing to rock Lyney. Within minutes, his eyes are fluttering closed as he drifts off to sleep, safe and content in his father's arms.

You feel a surge of love and gratitude for this incredible man who can calm your child with just a touch and a whisper. "Thank you," you mouth silently, not wanting to disturb the peace.

Vincent meets your gaze, his red eyes warm and tender. "Anything for you and our little one," he murmurs.

You share a smile, marveling at the beautiful family you've created together. Even on the toughest days, you know you'll always have each other's love and support to get through.

PREGNANT

You walk into the living room where your husband Reno is lounging on the couch, watching TV. You plop down next to him with a smile.

"Hey babe," you say casually, "I have some news. I'm pregnant."

Reno's eyes widen and he nearly drops the remote. "Whoa whoa whoa, back up. Did you just say...you're pregnant?"

You nod, still grinning. "Yep. I took a test this morning. We're gonna be parents!"

He stares at you in shock for a moment before breaking into a huge grin. "Holy shit, really? That's amazing!" He jumps up and pulls you into a tight hug. "I love you so much!"

You laugh and hug him back. "I love you too."

"I can't believe it," Reno says, shaking his head in amazement as he pulls back to look at you. "Me, a dad. This is incredible."

"I know, right? We'll be good parents, won't we?" You ask unsure.

He kisses you deeply. "Damn straight we are. I'm gonna be the best dad ever. And you're gonna be a hot mom."

You smack his arm playfully. "Watch it, mister. I'm already hormonal."

Reno chuckles and pulls you close again. "Alright, alright, I'll behave. For now." He winks. "But seriously, this is the best news I've ever heard. I love you so damn much."

"I love you too." You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling so grateful and excited for this new chapter. "Guess we better start looking into baby names and strollers, huh?"

Reno takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "You're right. I'm just... wow. A baby. Our baby." He grins ear to ear. "I can't wait to meet this little guy or gal. And to see you all glowing and round with my child... it's a dream come true."

TRAINING

You watch with a mixture of pride and apprehension as your husband Genesis stands in the backyard with your ten-year-old son, Caspian, demonstrating some basic sword techniques. Both of them are wielding wooden practice swords, moving gracefully through the forms.

"Let's see that lunge again," Genesis says, his voice firm but encouraging.

Caspian nods, setting himself and launching into the move. His form is a bit awkward, but you can see the determination in his eyes as he tries to mimic his father's fluid motions.

Genesis steps in, gently correcting Caspian's stance. "There you go. Nice and steady. Keep practicing that footwork."

You smile, remembering how excited Caspian had been when Genesis first offered to teach him swordplay. Your son has always looked up to his father, admiring his strength and skill.

As the lessons continue, you wander over, leaning against a nearby tree to watch. Genesis glances up, catching your eye and giving you a warm smile. It's moments like these that make your heart swell - seeing the bond between your husband and son growing stronger every day.

"He's a natural," you comment, nodding towards Caspian as he practices on the dummy.

Genesis chuckles, proudly. "He's got good instincts. And he listens well. That's half the battle."

You step closer, wrapping your arms around Genesis's waist from behind. He relaxes against you, his wooden sword clattering to the ground as he leans into you.

"You're a great teacher," you murmur, nuzzling his neck. "He's so lucky to have you."

Genesis turns his head, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "We're both lucky. To have each other, and this little guy." He jerks his chin towards Caspian, who is now attempting a spinning slash, much to his own amusement.

You laugh, shaking your head fondly. "He's going to be just like you, isn't he?"

Genesis chuckles, watching Caspian's dramatic spin. "Well, I hope not too much like me. I was a bit of a troublemaker in my youth."

You snort. "I don't doubt it."

Genesis grins, turning to face you fully. "But he also has your humility." He then leans in to kiss your lips softly.

You melt into the tender embrace, savoring the warmth and affection in your husband's touch. Genesis has always been a passionate lover, but it's the little moments like these - the stolen kisses, the casual touches, the shared glances full of understanding - that truly make your heart flutter.

As you pull away, you catch Caspian watching you with a disgusted look. You clear your throat, giving him a playful glare. "Eyes on the training dummy, mister!"

Caspian laughs, shaking his head. "Sorry, Mom!" He turns back to his training.

FIRST CRUSH

You watch with an amused smile as your husband Angeal paces back and forth in the kitchen, muttering under his breath. He's been in a tizzy ever since your six-year-old daughter Lily came home from school gushing about her new "boyfriend".

"I can't believe she's already crushing on boys," Angeal grumbles, running a hand through his black hair. "She's too young for that nonsense."

You stifle a laugh, setting down your coffee mug. "Oh honey, it's perfectly normal. Remember, you were her age once. I'm sure you had your fair share of little girl crushes."

Angeal scoffs, crossing his arms. "Yeah, well, I was a normal boy. I didn't care about girls, thought they all had cooties."

You raise an eyebrow at that comment. "Cooties, seriously? Don't worry, Angeal, she's six. She just thinks Timmy in her class is cute because he shares his snacks with her."

"I don't like it," Angeal insists stubbornly. "What if he breaks her heart? What if he's a bad influence? I should go have a talk with him..."

"Whoa, slow down there, tiger," you say, holding up your hands. "Let's not be crazy. Both kids will forget about it in a week."

Angeal sighs heavily, finally relenting. "Fine, fine. But I'm keeping a close eye on them. No sleepovers, no alone time, nothing."

You shake your head in exasperation, but can't help the affectionate smile tugging at your lips. "You're such an overprotective daddy," you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist. "But I love you for it."

Angeal relents, pulling you into a hug. "I just want to keep our little girl safe," he murmurs into your hair. "She's my whole world."

You smile softly, patting Angeal's chest. "Lily is lucky to have such a devoted daddy. She's only six right now, but remember, she's growing up. Soon enough she'll be a teenager with a REAL boyfriend. You can't shelter her forever."

Angeal takes a deep breath, nodding. "I know, I know. It's just hard seeing her get older. It feels like just yesterday we brought her home from the hospital."

"I remember," you say fondly, gazing up at him. "You were so nervous holding her for the first time, afraid you'd drop her or do something wrong. But the moment she looked up at you with those big blue eyes, you were hooked."

Angeal chuckles softly, his expression turning wistful. "She had me wrapped around her little finger from day one. I couldn't believe I helped create such a perfect little person."

You nod in understanding, recalling that moment yourself. "We created a miracle together. And now look at her - crushing on boys."

Angeal scowls, "No boys!"

You rolled your eyes, there was nothing you could do about that.

MEALTIME

You watch with amusement as your husband Tseng sits at the table, trying valiantly to feed your nine-month-old daughter Liling her lunch. He scoops up a spoonful of pureed carrots and holds it out to her, his expression serious and focused.

"Come on, Liling, open up," he coaxes gently, tapping the spoon against her lips.

But Liling just turns her head away, her little mouth pursed stubbornly. Tseng frowns, clearly frustrated. "What's wrong with her?" he asks, glancing over at you. "She always eats for you."

You smother a laugh, walking over to peek at Liling. "Well, maybe she just needs a little extra encouragement," you suggest.

Tseng rolls his eyes. "I'm not going to make silly faces to get her to eat," he insists stubbornly. "She needs to learn to eat properly like a big girl."

You smile, patting his shoulder. "Just do it. For her." 

Tseng sighs, clearly exasperated. But he can't deny how much Liling lights up whenever you interact with her. With a put-upon huff, he turns back to his daughter.

"Alright, alright," he grumbles. "Here goes nothing."

Liling blinks up at him curiously as Tseng contorts his face into an exaggerated grimace, sticking out his tongue and crossing his eyes. He waves the spoon of pureed carrots in front of her.

For a moment, Liling just stares at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. But then a little gurgle escapes her throat and she starts to giggle, her chubby cheeks quivering.

Tseng's stern expression melts into a grin. "Is that right? You like Daddy's silly faces, huh?"

He brings the spoon to her lips again and this time, Liling opens wide, eagerly accepting the food. Tseng beams, feeling a rush of pride and love.

"There's my good girl," he praises, continuing to feed her with exaggerated motions and goofy expressions. "You're doing so well."

You watch from the sidelines, your heart full. It warms your soul to see this softer, more playful side of your usually serious husband. Liling is a lucky little girl to have him as her father.

As Tseng finishes feeding Liling, she reaches up with her tiny hands, grabbing at his face. He laughs, nuzzling her palm.

"I love you, my little princess," he murmurs. "Daddy will always take care of you, no matter what."

You move closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "See, what that so hard?"

Tseng gives you a look, but leans into your touch. "Just.. don't tell anyone.."

FAMILY PHOTOS

You sigh in frustration, trying to corral your husband Rufus and your eight-year-old son Damian for the family photos. It's been an hour and the photographer is getting impatient.

"Rufus, please just stand still," you plead, adjusting your husband's tie for the umpteenth time. "And Damian, sweetie, can you at least look at the camera? We need to get this done."

Rufus rolls his eyes, looking bored. "Do we have to do this now? I have important work to get back to."

"Yes, we do," you say firmly. "It's our family photo. Now smile, dammit!"

Damian is busy trying to take his bow tie off, oblivious to your exasperation. You march over and gently pull his hand away. "Damian Shinra, I told you to leave it alone, young man."

"But Mommy," he whines, "it itches!"

You straighten his bow tie with a stern look. "I know, honey. But we have to look our best for the pictures, okay?"

Rufus clears his throat, drawing your attention. "Darling, perhaps we should reschedule. The boy is clearly not in the mood."

"No!" you snap, more forcefully than intended. "We're doing this today. Now everyone get in position before I lose my mind."

The photographer, sensing the tension, claps her hands. "Okay everyone, let's try this again. Rufus, can you put your arm around your wife? Damian, stand between your parents and give me a big smile."

Rufus and Damian groan but comply, Rufus's arm going stiffly around your waist. You plaster on the brightest smile you can manage, praying for this to be over soon.

"Say cheese!" the photographer chirps.

Click click click.

You breathe a sigh of relief as she announces they got the shots. Maybe they won't turn out too awful, despite the less than enthusiastic participants.

"That's a wrap, folks!" the photographer says cheerily. "You all looked great. I'll have the proofs ready for you in a week."

You exhale heavily, rubbing your temples. "Great.."

Rufus leans down to whisper in your ear. "I'm sorry darling. I know how much these photos mean to you." He presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

You soften, giving him a small smile. "Thank you, Rufus. I appreciate you humoring me."

Damian bounces over, his earlier tantrum forgotten. "Can we get ice cream now, Mommy? Pleeease?"

You chuckle, ruffling his hair. "Okay, fine."

[cloudsmateria]

love crushed - cloud x reader

summary: cloud can't sleep with you on his mind, unable to accept his feelings. until eventually you both get caught unable to sleep. confessions occur, seggs happens perchance.

tw: seggs, quite rough seggs

He finally gave up. After hours of writhing in his hotel room, trying to convince himself over and over again, he knew he wasn’t winning. You had been circulating his mind, doing laps, your face crossing his vision every second. Continuously recalling your cut-up face today, panting, exhausted, the way his heart failed at the sight of you. You had no hesitation when it came to saving anyone, even at the expense of yourself. 

He groaned, dragging himself out of bed to get fresh air on the balcony. He dragged his hands down his face as he leaned against the railings, looking over Junon. He was being such a fucking girl about this, really. Just a simple crush and it was like he was 14 years old again, getting sweaty hands at the mere thought of you, and yet he still didn't want to accept it, what was right in front of him.

Cloud sighed deeply, resting his elbows against the railings and clasping his hands together. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn't be away from you. Even if you didn’t return his feelings, it wasn't going to stop him, no way in hell, he just needed you by his side, sitting in that bed he was already thinking about knocking on your door just to talk to you and see if you were still okay from that fight that happened hours ago. 

"I don't like her. I'm just not used to having new friends," he told himself, the wind ruffling his hair and his heart pounding at the thought of you, eventually shaking his head, that didn't feel right. He couldn't even deny it anymore. "...It's just a crush, I'll get over it."

The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

Cloud was already heading to your room, his hand raised to knock on the door before he realised what he was doing. He cursed himself, dropping his arm back down to his side. This was fucking ridiculous, what was he doing? Cloud didn't even realise the way he was acting, but this was unlike him. Normally, he was cool and collected, always had been, but you, you turned his world upside down and he had no idea how to handle it. 

"Why am I doing this?" He thinks, softly leaning his head against the door. "She's probably sleeping, why are you disturbing her for this stupid shit?" He asked himself, turning around and walking down the hall towards the elevator. He pressed the button, waiting as he looked back at your door. And you stepped out, half asleep and still in your pajamas, it was so dark you didn't even see Cloud at the end of the hallway. 

You shuffled down the hallway. Your head was killing you, all those thoughts that had been swarming you for the past few hours, and now you had a headache. It was a horrible, horrible, night. You needed to go see Aerith to see if she had any healing spells, or Tifa to see if she had any medication, maybe you could go out and clear your head.

You bumped straight into Cloud's chest while you were rubbing your eyes.

"Y/n?"

"Cloud?"

"What are you doing up? Are you okay?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Not trying to sneak out on us are you?" You say, looking up at him, squinting. The hallway lights were bright and you couldn't see his expression properly.

"Just taking a walk."

"Oh my god, that's great. Can I join you?"

"Sure. Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you sigh, "I just couldn't sleep, I've got a lot of things on my mind."

"I know what that's like."

"You couldn't sleep either, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?" You ask, walking next to him as you both go downstairs.

"Not really." You smiled.

"You're never going to open up to me, are you? It's nice to get things off your chest, you know. I'm a great listener."

"You're also so nosy."

"Only for hot, mysterious guys." You giggle, poking him in the chest. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head and trying not to smile, but you notice his mouth twitching and the tips of his ears going red. "Where are we going, by the way?"

"Down on the beach, unless you want to go somewhere else?"

"No, it's fine. I love the beach."

"You'll freeze."

"I won't."

"You're still wearing your PJs."

"I don't need a lecture, Cloud."

"Well it's my problem if you get sick, isn't it?"

"That's cute. Assuming the responsibility of taking care of me."

"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"

"Touche."

You both walked in silence to the beach, the breeze was warm and the stars were shining bright in the sky. The waves were crashing on the shore, the smell of the ocean was filling the air, and Cloud was beside you.

"What's on your mind?" He asked. 

"Hit my head when we were fighting earlier, had a headache. And just thinking about some stupid shit that happened years ago, it's so annoying when you can't get things out of your head and you get a headache."

"I get it. I feel the same way. Sometimes it feels like a million things are happening and all at once."

"Exactly."

You were quiet for a moment, listening to the ocean and feeling the soft sand beneath your feet. He turned to face you while you were looking over the water, moonlight softly reflecting in your eyes, lighting up your face. Breathtaking. Although brutally reminded of earlier as his eyes dropped down to the cut on your cheek, the gash on your arm. 

"I’m sorry that I couldn't get to you quick enough earlier."

"It's fine, you don’t have to protect me. Just ended up with a concussion."

"Why do you always get yourself hurt for other people?" You laughed. 

"I couldn't let Tifa get hurt, could I? She deserves princess treatment. You would know, you have a crush on her, don't you?" 

"What?" Cloud choked.

"Knowing a girl that pretty since you were kids? Sounds like a great love story." You were genuinely curious, not wanting to be a homewrecker or get the wrong idea from him at any point. You could get the vibe that she liked him too, that they were flirting sometimes. 

"Tifa is my best friend, I've known her for years."

"You guys were arguing like a couple in Nice. Or is it a relationship?"

"We're childhood friends."

"That's not what I asked, Cloud."

"No, it’s not.”

"What about Aerith?"

"Aerith is like my sister."

"Do you have a crush on her then? Is that why you always get flustered around her?"

"Why does it matter? You've got a thing for Reno, don't you?" You burst out laughing, he couldn't help but smile watching you die for a minute straight, until you could feel abs coming through. But he genuinely wanted a straight answer. "Don't you?"

"No?" You snorted. 

"Leslie or Tseng?"

"Oh my God, Cloud. You're going to kill me." You laughed. "What makes you think that?"

"You kept calling them hot. The way you look at both of them too. "

"The way I look at him? Are you jealous?" You tease.

"Of course not." He said sternly.

"Why are you getting so defensive, Strife?" You smirk.

"I'm not."

"Sounds like jealousy to me."

"Why would I get jealous?"

"Are you sure you're not jealous, Cloudy? You're getting a bit worked up."

"Y/n..." He mutterest annoyedly.

"You're not denying it."

"What's there to deny? ...Oh, come on. I saw the way you looked at Reno."

"Reno's a pain in the ass. An attractive pain in the ass. But I don't like him." Thank God, he thinks. "What about you then? Aerith or Tifa?"

"No."

"No to both of them?"

"Why are you surprised?"

"Because they're gorgeous! Are you gay?!"

"No. I'm just... not attracted to them. That's all."

"Ok so... not gay, not attracted to Tifa or Aerith." You list. "You have to like someone."

"Who do you like thetn?" I’m not ready for an unrequited confession, you think. 

"I asked first."

"Are you 5?"

"We're literally sitting here talking about crushes and you're dodging the question. You’re the five-year-old."

"This is ridiculous."

"Who is it?"

"Are we really going to do this here?"

"Please."

"I like you." Cloud says, finally looking at you. You freeze, blinking a couple of times. His heart sinks to his stomach, knowing he should’ve expected rejection and feeling like a fucking idiot. 

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Say it again."

"I like you, Y/n. What? Have I ruined everything?"  One more butterfly and you would've flown away. 

"You don't." You say, trying to confirm it.

"Why is that so hard to believe?"

"If you're being serious I'm going to do something really stupid."

"Wha-" You grabbed the collar of his vest, pushing his face toward you, lips connecting.  His hands find your waist quickly, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. Your hands snake around his neck, running through his hair, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking it. He pulls away, biting your bottom lip, picking your hips to wrap your legs around his waist, panting heavily and taken shocked.  

"You have no idea how long it took for me to come to terms with the fact I like you."

“I can’t believe it either.” You smile, kissing him again. “I bagged Cloud Strife.”

“And I bagged you.”

"Let’s get back to the hotel. It’s cold.”

“Almost like I said. And who’s going to be the one taking care of you?”

“It’s almost like I wanted you to warm me up.” You smiled. 

…

He quickly had you against the door the second you got in, kissing down your neck feverishly. It was the only thing he could do after you had been relentlessly going through his mind all week. He wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of you.

"Cloud," you moan, pulling at his vest and throwing it off of him.

"What?" He breathes, his hand reaching the back of your neck to pull you into another kiss.

"Do you know how hot you are?"

"Do you know how hot you are? Why the hell are you not naked yet?" He mumbles into your mouth, ripping your shirt off.

"Fuck." You gasp, as his lips travel down your chest, unclipping your bra. "Couldn't even wait to get onto the bed? Ah-!" His nimble fingers came to your breast, rolling the bud, his mouth sucking in your other nipple, tongue swirling around it. You grip onto his hair, your body burning, twitching. He lifts his head, his lips capturing yours again.

"You're beautiful."

"You're making me blush." You breathe, as his finger catches in your waistband, moving slowly.

“It looks good on you."

"Hurry up, please,"

"Begging already?"

"You've had me waiting long enough, I swear-" He presses his lips against yours again, silencing you.

"Patience."

"I can’t." You mutter as he pulls off your shorts and undergarments, bringing his face down, arms wrapped around your thighs to prop you up against the wall.

"Please, Cloud."

"God, I love it when you beg. You have no idea what it does to me." He groans, taking in what is in front of him. 

"Fucking do something about it." You say frustratedly, bucking your hips forward to prompt any kind of contact. 

"Didn't expect you to be such a brat." He nudges his nose against your clit, making your thighs squeeze, although forced back open by his arms.

"Cloud!"

He licks a long stripe down your pussy, his tongue slipping in. His tongue flicks, making you arch as you whisper his name over and over.

"Cloud, fuck, Cloud,"

"So pretty," he says, muffled.

"More, please."

He takes your clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his arms holding you up as you start to shake. His tongue works its way down, sliding in and out, nose pressed deeply into your sensitive bud. It didn't take you long to feel yourself build up to your finish.

"I'm close." You whimper, he feels your thighs tighten, letting your thighs squeeze his head and hang your legs over your shoulder. 

"Come on, baby."

You moan as your climax reaches, eyes rolling back, gripping his hair tightly. Your legs begin to twitch, his head lifting up.

"So perfect for me." He hums, standing up, held up by your ass as he brings your face up for a kiss. He brings you over to lie on his bed. He kisses down your body, making you whine.

"What about you?" You ask. 

"What about me?"

"Don't you want to finish?"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"God, yes."

"Are you sure you can handle it, princess?" He asks, undoing his trousers and removing the rest of his clothes. “How do you want it?”

"However you want."

"I asked how you wanted it, Y/n.”

"I'm indecisive, I just need you. Do whatever you want, please."

"You sure you're not going to regret that? I won't hold back." He says, kicking off his trousers. You can see the bulge through his boxers, making your heart stop for a minute. "Having second thoughts?"

"That's a lot for my first time."

"You're a virgin?"

"I don't exactly have time for boyfriends when I move all over the place."

"I'll be gentle then."

"I thought you said you weren't holding back." You sit up, watching him as he pulls it out, and kicks away his boxers too. Speechless.

"Only if you had a deathwish." He teases. 

"Can I suck it?"

"Only if you promise not to bite."

"No promises."

He smiles, stroking his cock a couple of times, standing over you. He lets your hand wrap around it, guiding you to his tip. You take him in your mouth, his hand tangling itself in your hair, gently guiding himself down your throat.

"You're so pretty." He groans. You swirl your tongue, making him buck his hips slightly, a moan escaping his lips. You hum, sending vibrations down his dick, his grip tightening in your hair.

"Faster," he pleads, thrusting into your mouth, your eyes watering as he goes deeper. "Fuck,"

He pulls out, you lick a long strip down the underside, sucking the tip. You can taste the precum as you go back to deepthroating him as far as you can manage until you feel his balls tighten.

"God, I could cum in your mouth right now."

You can feel him getting close, his grip starts to tighten. He pulls you away by your hair.

"I was going to let you finish me, but I want to hear you scream." He pushes you back down onto the bed, spreading your legs wide open. You can feel the heat radiating off of his dick, as it rests on your pelvis. "You still want this?"

"Yes, Cloud. Please, please."

"Needy thing." He says, leaning down to peck your lips. He swirls a finger around your clit, before pushing the tip against it, slowly running it up and down. He watches the way your face contorts in pleasure, as you grab the pillow underneath your head. He lines himself up, changing his mind at the last second with a grin, rubbing it up between your lips again. 

"Stop teasing me,"

"It's so fun to watch your squirm,"

"I'll finish myself off."

"Oh yeah? How are you going to do that if I'm holding you down?" He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"I can't wait any longer, please."

"Since you're begging so nicely."

"God, finally." He leans over again, kissing you one more time before lining himself up. Slowly, pushing the tip in, and letting you adjust to the stretch as he stayed there for a minute. He groaned, it was already so tight, hot, wet.

"Fuck... So tight." He mutters, thrusting the tip in. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You twitch around him, and he feels it. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch. His cock filling you, the stretch getting wider, as he slides in completely, the inside of you full.

"Ah- Fuck."

"Want me to stop?" You shake your head. He bites down on his bottom lip. "God you feel so good." Slowly, he pulls out, the head catching on the edge, and pushes in again. The pace stays slow for a while, his hand holding your wrists above your head.

"Taking me so good." He moans, kissing your neck again. You whimper, any discomfort starting to melt away, pleasure taking over.

"Harder, Cloud."

He complies, snapping his hips into you, the pace slowly picking up. You cry out and his hand comes off your wrists to clamp around your mouth before you woke up everyone else, his thrusts turning into a fast and rough pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. His breath was hot on your neck, panting.

"You want it rough?" 

"God, please, yes." He pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your chest, your ass hanging in the air. 

His hand came to your hip, slamming back into you, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking it back, forcing your back to arch. His pace was brutal, his hand leaving your hip, coming to the small of your back, holding you in that position. The room filled with nothing but the sound of his balls hitting your clit, the obscene wet noise of his cock slipping in and out. You bury your face into the pillow, muffling the noises spilling out of your mouth.

"God, you take my cock so well. Such a good girl." He groans. His pace begins to stagger, his dick twitching inside you. "Can't believe I had to wait this long for you."

He pulls your head back, pressing his chest against your back. He kisses and sucks at the skin of your neck, his hips snapping against your ass, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall. His hand comes back down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles, and it was overwhelming. You felt tears form in the corner of your eyes.

"I'm so close."

"Me too."

"Come on, y/n, cum on my cock." His hips snapped again, and you couldn't hold back anymore. The knot in your stomach released, your legs shaking.

"Fuck." He groans, his hips stuttering and his hand coming down to grip your ass, feeling the convulsions of your body around his dick. "I'm going to cum inside."

"Please."

"You want it?"

"Uh-huh."

He buries himself inside, a guttural groan escaping his throat, the heat of his cum filling you up, twitching, his thrusts slowing, riding out his orgasm. His arms wrapped around your body, keeping you pressed against his chest, as you both lay there, panting, trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck." He chuckles. "That was..."

"Wow."

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm seeing stars, I think. Or maybe I'm in love."

"You're definitely in love." He smiles, kissing your cheek. He thrusts deep into you one more time, his cock sensitive, the both of you moaning. "Round two?" He suggests.

"I'll die." He laughs and pulls out of you, you whimpering at the loss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you with him.

"I'll get you a pill tomorrow morning, okay?"

"I have an important question."

He wraps his arms around your waist, his forehead pressed against yours. "Go on."

"How did you learn how to fuck so good?"

"I had a lot of pent-up energy."

"So I was just an easy outlet?"

"Maybe."

"I don't want to hear another word."

"I'm joking. It was pent up feelings, you idiot."

"Or maybe you're just a man whore?"

"No, definitely not. Just pent up feelings, like I said."

"For how long?"

"Like a year."

"That's a long time."

"I know."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought you didn't like me."

"Cloud."

“Mm.”

“You’re stupid.”

“I know. We could’ve fucked sooner.”

"Is that what you're really thinking about?"

"Not really. I'm thinking about how good your pussy feels around my cock."

"You're gross."

"You're gross, you made me cum inside you. They're going to give us an earful tomorrow, they definitely heard us." He mumbles, littering kisses up and down your neck again, wrapping his arms around you tighter. 

"Guess we better get some sleep then?"

“Anything you say, princess.”

-

this is my first time writing smut. not sure how to feel about it. maybe a little too fast paced but very fun to write, learnt a lot.