H h heloooo I was simply wondering if you could write a headcanon about Cloud where he lwk yearns for the reader >\\\<!!
Yearning!
𝔄/𝔑: My first Final Fantasy rq! I love this game so much and I love Colud too!! Hope I did him some justice with this post! (๑>•̀๑)
𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰: Yearning!Cloud x Gn!reader
𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: insane amounts of yearning
✮Cloud knew from the moment he felt something warm in his chest that you were different, he was never good with words, so he always watched from a distance; didn’t want to scare you off of course! Not because he knew that he would start stuttering and the calm and collected SOLDIER façade would fall… not at all!
✮At some point he just accepts that he will always feel like this around you, like a boy finding out what love is for the first time… even if it’s been months of longing looks across the room. Eventually, in due time, he starts talking to you more.
✮Everyone around you always has something to say when you two done talking, something along the lines of “man he isn’t even trying to hide it!” and “the way he looks at you is something I envy”… huh wonder what that means!
✮It always makes you concerned when people talk about Cloud to you, they always say he’s more on the silent side, calm and seems indifferent to things happening around him; which is odd considering that when you speak to Cloud he always seems nervous in small ways, like the way he keeps wiping his hands and only making eye contact with you for short moments before looking away with a slight tint of pink on his ears, that’s normal right?
✮Cloud feels like he can’t think about anything other than you, even when he’s speaking to other people he’s thinking about you… what would you say? What would you do in this situation? He’s only snapped out of his lovesick trance when the person he’s talking to realizes Cloud isn’t listening to a thing that they’re saying, how rude.
✮Whenever he sees something you might like or something that reminds him of you he gets all flustered, c’mon Cloud it’s just a song! No need to be sucha’ sap… He will buy these things for you, best believe he’s gonna hold it out to you and attempt to play it off as something he just bought on a whim… Cloud this is the third trinket this week, you’re getting a bit obvious now!
✮He feels embarrassed when he thinks about you at night, even if he tries to think about anything else his mind runs back to you. When will he see you again, is it tomorrow? Just thinking about it makes him feel all giddy, which is odd considering he has a reputation for being hard to read.
✮Cloud hopes you don’t see the small slip ups he makes around you, stuttering over words he shouldn’t be. And the way he looks at you, he’s sure you can just feel the absolute restraint he has around you; his eyes seem softer around you, like you’re something he’s been looking forward to, something he doesn’t want to scare away, something he wants to cherish.
✮And when Cloud finally tells you how he feels, how you’re the one thing he can rely on, how your someone he genuinely trusts, he feels like a weight has been lifted off of him; like someone let him breath again after not knowing he was even drowning himself, seems like that person was you. Oh how grateful (and pink) he was when you told him the feeling was mutual, he’ll never forget the day you graced him with a kiss, there’s just no way you weren’t made for him!
TW(s): obsessive and possessive behavior, implied psychosis and hallucinations, emotional manipulation, physical violence, graphic bodily imagery, threats of harm, crushing/grabbing injuries, derealization, unstable mental state, nihilistic ideation, and themes of coercive attachment and distorted perceptions of love and reality.
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Stasis in darkness, then the substance blue melting on his gyri and burning, hot pour of tar on flayed flesh. Forehead pounding as if a relentless hammer, Cloud cannot bring one image to his mind's eye without the jolt of pain tearing a lobe within his skull. For someone like him, an oblique¹ kissing his neck would be a mercy, yet as much as the thought seemed like a light at the end of a tunnel, It brought a silent dread of never seeing you again, not even in a fragment of sudden, uninvited memories.
As a shadow on a cloudy day, the twinge of his brain suddenly vanished— never there to begin with. All he had to do was think of you and the mere thread of thought put the pain to rest, were you the real oasis among a mirage?
“Don't go” firm as a blade, he ordered. grabbing your wrist, pressing on the tender ring of a bone to feel your presence whole and to anchor himself to the very true left: you. It was always the damn you, with your twisted ways and honeyed tongue, luring him close then pushing him back in a heartbeat. If it was someone else they'd see another shade of him but it was you. Not a single muscle rippled beneath your skin, no sound left your throat even when his fingers threatened to break your wrist. The pulse sinking in your windpipe thrashed and rippled; a bird desperately trying to fly out. The color of your eyes never seemed so enticing till now, framed by your eyelids that spread so wide and panicked. The sight lulled him better than any twilight sleep² can.
“You think I'm losing my mind,” whispered he, drilling it through your brain with absolute certainty. Cloud can’t see or feel how his expression contorts, but as of now, he can tell his lips to part and bare the very fronts of his teeth, something in an attempt of a smile. “But I’ve never seen things more clearly”
For there is nothing that brings more terror than a man who is as sure as a prophet on his beliefs, Cloud felt a surge of strength— enough to burn it all down, to tear through every ghost that haunts him, to behead Shinra with the same thing he served it with. Once the veil of other worldly things was torn, you were next.
“You are the only thing that is real” The thrum of your neck and the twist of your hand bones are never fake. “I'm not letting you go.” Into the red he'll jump, dragging you with him. He doesn't care anymore, to hell with the planet and its scum excuse of people.
In one swift move, he squeezed your hand, feeling the bones crush. You didn't scream; melting into the air instead, colors around thinning with seconds.
He stared, disappointment drawing itself on his face.
Maybe you were like the rest too, a fucking liar, except when time comes, he'll make someone honest out of you.
¹: an oblique blade refers to a blade or a clean cut striking at a certain angle across the neck used in guillotine.
²: Twilight Sleep (Dämmerschlaf) was a medical amnesic state induced by a combination of morphine and scopolamine, widely used in the early 20th century. It didn't necessarily block pain, but it made the patient completely forget it happened and detached them from reality.
Can I request Cloud x quiet GN reader? Usually they're quiet and awkward, just floats around the general vicinity of people they like. But when they're around people they're comfortable around (besides Cloud because they're still a nervous wreck around him), they're super happy and giddy and more extroverted. They're super embarrassed about their personality for some reason, they'd kinda just run away and hide if ever caught by someone they're not as extroverted around as.
Have a nice day/night!! Sorry if this is too specific, if you do this just have fun with it! :3
໒⦂ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃.
notes. aaaa anon super sorry for how late this is, i haven’t been as active with writing on here</3 also been musing other fandoms more than ff7 but i did my best to deliver- and hopefully i can do so for all the other ff7 reqs that have been rotting in my inbox..
genre. fluff + comfort
cloud strife x gn!reader.
cloud watched from a distance, dragging a cloth over the worn buster sword sprawled across his crossed legs while the girls seemed to be giggling with you about something he couldn't entirely discern.
it wasn't exactly the first he'd seen you like this- interacting came quite easily between you and the friends you share. sure, there was a little shyness that lingered with some of the newcomers to your party, such as vincent and cid.. but you seemed to be more capable of conversing with them than you were with him- who'd known you for quite a decent amount of time already.
was there something about him that made you uncomfortable? had he simply acted too coldly upon first meeting that it warded you off for good? the blond wasn't entirely sure to say, but he couldn't help but feel some semblance of envy festering in his gut.
practically everyone had the pleasure of being spoken to quite freely by you, and on the instances that conversation was engaged between the two of you.. it often either ended with your abrupt retreat, or something would come up; typically in the form of monsters or shinra.
needless to say, he attempted to suppress the many questions he had for you, putting his focus back on polishing his weapon until it would be needed next. with sephiroth lurking around the world, he had to be ready to take him down, lest he wanted the planet to willingly be brought to its knees.
which he definitely did not want to be responsible for.
the giggles and whispers seemed to become more prominent, even as cloud attempted to filter them out for the sake of respecting his friends' privacy. just what were they going on about over there? would it be an issue if he walked up right now to satiate his curiosity and find out what the joke had been? or would they just quiet down the minute he walked over, as though the moment might be shattered by his intrusion?
he wondered what zack might have done in this instance- he was.. always better with this kind of thing, anyway. getting along with people came easily to him- everyone gravitated towards his charisma, even sephiroth seemed to, before it all went wrong.
deeming that his blade was in good enough condition, he slotted it onto his back once more, its weight familiar, and comforting. a reminder that his friend was still with him, possibly as some sort of wingman to all of this. because, real talk, he probably would have dragged him over to your little group the minute laughter reached his ears.
which felt like enough of a reason to muster the courage and do so on his behalf. tifa, aerith and yuffie were his friends, as were you- even if that relationship was not entirely mutual ( at least, according to his current perception ), so it shouldn't be a crime to walk up to you all.
hopefully.
"oh!! he's coming over!" tifa whisper-yelled, earning a sigh of relief from yuffie as she nudged you forward.
"finally! i thought he would never have gotten up. dude's really got his head in the clouds, no doubt that's where he got his name from!"
aerith seemed to laugh a little at that, cooing softly. "aww c'mon now, he's just a little awkward about that stuff, just like y/n here is! they're practically made for each other!"
warmth flooded your cheeks as you let out a whine, knitting your brows together. "let's not overwhelm him, guys- i don't.. i don't wanna weird him out, y'know?" good gaia, that was the last thing you wanted. it would ruin everything before it would have even started.
"weird me out about what?" cloud cut in, tilting his head with an arched brow as he watched you jump back towards tifa, reminiscent of a frightened cat. truthfully, not the most unusual reaction he'd gotten out of you, but there was a lingering confusion nonetheless of what could have triggered it. was it his sudden arrival? his overall presence?
a glance was exchanged between the girls before aerith stepped forward with a sweet smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "about the fact that there has not been a single cloud in the sky at all today! thank goodness we have you right here, though, right y/n?"
blinking once and then twice, you jolted in your friend's arms, suddenly feeling tongue tied. "a-ah, um-" you paused, glancing at the faces of the girls beside you before bringing your gaze to the soldier across from you. "y-yeah! totally! thank uh- thank goodness we have you here, cloud.." gaia, why couldn't your words be coherent around him? was it truly so hard to speak around the one person that you'd wished to tell everything to?
cloud stared at you for a handful of seconds, pink rushing to his cheeks as he ran a hand through his spiky tresses, mako-tinted orbs averting. "you really think so..?" it felt a little unreal to hear you say such, considering how skittish you had behaved around him. he would be more convinced if you didn't care so much about his existence, truth be told.
but perhaps, maybe he had gotten you wrong?
"of course-! you're.. really important to all of us here, and especially to.." the words hung in the air for a second as you gathered yourself, sucking in a small breath before expelling it slowly at the tender placement of tifa's hand at the small of your back. "especially to me- even if i don't.. always express that so explicitly to you, cloud."
as though having imagined the words leaving your lips, his gaze drifted to the girls flanking you, silently asking if he'd heard correctly, to which they.. appeared to nod- quite enthusiastically, even.
it was difficult to take as truth, knowing how you'd been acting around him up until now, but perhaps taking your word for it would be the step needed in being able to bridge the gap between the two of you so that conversation would be easier. he quite liked hearing you talk and express yourself so openly to others, it would.. be nice if you might also be able to present yourself that way to him.
once you found yourself at that level of comfort, of course.
offering a small smile, he tipped his head forward, finally allowing his gaze to properly find yours. "you mean a lot to me too, y/n. don't uh- be afraid to tell me otherwise, 'm here to listen to whatever's on your mind, always."
notes. hoo boy i hope this was okay! i’m a little rusty with writing cloud aaaa it’s been so long i miss my little pookie my kin<3 thank you for the request! it was fun to write, i hope i did it justice for you!<3
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warnings: 18+ mdni, short smut fic, very short sorry I was just feeling some type of way, cloud x reader
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Cloud strife unintentionally gets you going way too often. It’s bad enough that he’s got the sluttiest waist you’ve ever seen. It’s downright envious that he has a body that’s toned and muscular from working out, training, countless missions, carrying that big ass sword around. It should be illegal that he has the prettiest baby blue eyes, and the softest blond hair ever. All of that aside, he’s always flexing his damn arms while in that godforsaken sleeveless top. Sure his hands are put away, but the gloves are really an added bonus to the visual masterpiece that he is. He tenses his jaw when things tick him off. The noises he makes in the back of his throat and his forced out grunts when he’s exerting himself one way or another...you have to excuse yourself because it’s doing things to you that are highly inappropriate, and poor Cloud is completely unaware. He doesn’t deserve to be ogled like that! You’re truly no better than a man.
Unbeknownst to you, you drive Cloud just as crazy. Why do your skirts have to be so short? Is it really so necessary to bend over or squat down while dressed like that? And right in front of him? Your plump thighs and ass in those little shorts, skirts, tiny dresses, he has to will his jaw not to hit the floor when he’s around you. Your skin is always so soft, it appears glossy and moisturized, the way the sun causes it to almost sparkle makes you seem angelic. It takes his breath away. Don’t get him started on your noises. Your quiet little “ah!” “mmph!” “huff!” whenever you’re helping Tifa move things around the bar, or cleaning off the tables and other surfaces. It pitches a very unwanted tent in his pants. He’s always grateful that he’s seated at the bar so at least his lap is hidden away from prying eyes.
With the way things are between the both of you, unspoken longing and hidden mutual desire, it’s no wonder things ended up the way they did. With you, sprawled out on his bed. Quiet apartment growing noisier with your desperate noises. Legs hooked over his heaving shoulders as he frantically eats you out. Neither of you had bothered to even undress, the tension between you had gotten to be too much earlier in the day.
What, with you “sneakily” pressing your backside flush against his front when you were on an unusually crowded train. The way he gripped your hips before you could fully move away from him, because he’d had it, caused a quiet yelp to escape you in the condensed space. You’d gone too far, he felt you squish your soft ass further against him. Although, it was really just to tease him! You didn’t think he’d even notice, hoping to play it off like you needed more room to move around. Like you were just being pushed into him because of the growing crowd and had to squeeze in further.
He knew better though, it was just too obvious now. You shot him a look through your lashes, a demure smile overtook your expression before you eventually tantalizingly bit your bottom lip. Finally! He’d noticed you. Noticed how much you wanted him. You’d worn that short skirt specifically for him because you knew he liked it. You did your hair in a style he complimented you on months prior. Your top was low enough for him to see heavy cleavage from his position behind you.
That was quite enough from you, if the bruising grip he had on you said anything.
It really wasn’t a surprise that you ended up laid out, thighs pressed into the mattress, skirt hiked up to your waist, top pulled up and over your bouncing breasts, while he drilled himself into you relentlessly. Not a care for any of his neighbors in the surrounding units, even though one of them was Tifa, for crying out loud. None of that mattered to either of you. Your wetly smacking bodies, his poor thumping mattress, your hasty shared breaths and sighs and quiet desperate moans. That’s the only thing that mattered, just the both of you as your noises filled the usually quiet space.
Eyes locked onto one another, your hands carded into his fluffy tufts of blond hair. He was rough, inexperienced, but that was okay. It felt great, you didn’t really have anything to compare it to either but you knew in your soul that it was way too good for a first timer. Probably better than anyone with experience. His stamina was crazy, he controlled his waist so fluidly, his wandering hands left a trail of fire in their wake as he felt you up and teased your sensitive spots. It was too good, amazing even, tears pricked your eyes and threatened to spill because you really didn’t want the moment to end.
Later, when things finally settle down after a few rounds of sloppy unforgiving sex, you lay in his arms desperately trying to find a way to save whatever you think you ruined. Little do you know that Cloud won’t be letting you go, not even for a second. He wanted more than your body, he had feelings for you for quite a while he was just unsure how to go about things. Don’t worry though, he’ll make sure to tell you just how he feels in the morning. For the time being, he just needed to hold you against him, and get some well deserved rest.
cloud strife x reader - are you ready to cry? cause i’m no good
this fic is impaired by les by childish gambino bc our little cloud is emotionally unavailable but he becomes infatuated with a girl he met at the club, both horribly drunk, leading him to catch some feeling and make some decisions he maybe probably shouldn’t have. they sneak around with each other until he has to cut this off. part 2 will probably come, we’ll see how i feel. this is my not proofread first draft, and is mostly an attempt for me to get better at smut since i don’t do it often. also my new fav song i’ve been previously gate keeping is here <3
tw: alcohol, drunk sex, a lot of sex
word count: 7.5k, most of it smut
wall street was party central beneath the plate, it was aerith who took him here promising a drink at the bar before he’d go back to sector 6, but one drink turned to two, turned to three, turned to 4 and the next thing he knew he was in a club on the dance floor with aerith, sending tifa a message telling her where he was.
it didn’t take long for you to catch his eye, you were already looking up at him, smiling and drawing him in. his head was swirling with everything revolving around you, but with a nudge from aerith it didn’t take much for him to approach you, not a thought behind those eyes to make him think twice.
“can i get you a drink?” he shouted over the music, your friends laughing and going off to the floor to let you have your moment.
“one more and i’m gonna pass out.” you giggled wrapping your arms around his neck to dance with him. “you’re not too far from your limit too.” he laughed, his hands naturally resting on your waist.
“how could you tell?”
”it took a good 5 minutes for you to notice me, you were in your own little world.”
”so you’ve been watching me since i came in, huh?”
”with that sword on your back? yes.”
”that the only reason?” he said smugly, leaning in to tease you. you smiled, going for a kiss, he pulled you forward without thinking. the warmth and softness of your lips engulfed his mind, you drawing away. he looked slightly shocked when his eyes met yours again, in a trance of your entirety. your giggle echoed throughout him. “what?”
“i don’t know, just you. i like you.” a sheepish laugh escaped his lips, looking down. he looked back to check if aerith was watching him, she luckily missed the entire exchange. tifa had come by and they had hit it off straight away, the two of them laughing at the bar. but he wasn’t too keen on them seeing him for the mockery that would come for the rest of his life.
“let’s get out of here, i wanna hear your voice better, see you in the light.” you said, like you were reading his mind, you pulled him gingerly toward the exit, his hand tightened around yours as you pulled him forward, spinning you around to wrap his arms around your waist when you got outside, kissing you like it was the first time against the wall, mindlessly. his hands feeling the skin of your waist in your silly crop top, he was too drunk to read what it said, it was something stupid undoubtedly.
he didn’t care, his lips wondered to your cheek kissing you all over, leading down the the back of your ears and kissing you down your neck, all he wanted was to taste you to feel the way your body shivered when his lips made contact.
“ah-“ your voice shivered. “i don’t know your name.” you whimpered, making his heart throb at your shaky voice, clear in the empty cold air.
“cloud.” he said, slowly pulling back, his breath gone at the look of your face. “you?” oh my god his voice was so hot. you tell him and he repeats it softly. you could’ve whimpered again right there, you could feel pink blushing your cheeks in the cold, something you hadn’t felt in ages and you didn’t want this to be just lust. you didn’t want to waste this moment.
his stomach twisted at your slight change in demeanour, slightly shy. to be honest he really wanted to kiss you more than anything, but decided to lay off for a second. how drunk you both were was also a concern that crossed his mind for a split second, he’d like to think he’d fight fine drunk. whatever, he’s a soldier.
”come on.” he held your hand, starting to walk down the street.
“you familiar with the area?” you asked.
“i have no idea where i’m going.” he said blankly, making you giggle.
”you must be far gone.”
”no, i just want to spend some more time with you.” you felt your heart pulse, skipping ahead a step to look at him.
“well, you’re in luck. i happen to know all the good spots, soldier.”
”lead the way, m’lady.”
you were already in the heart of wall market, the streets were bustling at this time of the night, the alleyways were filled with dodgy groups but you had your pretty little guard dog with you. his face was so pretty lit by the amalgamation of lights you walked through, red, purple, blue, he was beautiful, and a gentleman. 10 minutes into your walk your feet started to hurt so he ended up picking you up, a few giggly, teasing pecks being slung around until you were at the door of your small apartment, the elevated entrance looking over the street of wall market.
he hugged you from behind while you unlocked your door, picking you up on your way in to kiss you, pinning you against your entrance wall while kicking the door shut, pulling off your heels and pulling his sword off with his free hand to place against your door. your arms wrapped around his neck, focused on how soft his lips were. the alcohol had worn of slightly, you were both undoubtedly drunk which made everything about this feel that much more amazing.
“i’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered in your ear, nibbling your lobe while his hands got more adventurous, sliding up your dress to holding you by your ass. your breath caught in your throat, unable to resist the mako-infused trance his eyes cast over you, he carried you to your bed, laying you down gently. the room spun slightly, but it was a pleasant feeling, a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. his hand traced the curve of your waist, his eyes never leaving yours, breath shivering at the touch of the softness of your skin.
all of it was so intimate, so real, the way you looked at him made his heart throb. your hand found his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours, and in that moment, he knew he would never get enough of you, not the morning after, not in 10 years when you had split ways, he’d never forget your loving touch, soft skin, saccharine laugh. his hands moved to the hem of your dress, pulling it up slowly as his mouth was desperately pressed against your plump lips, revealing your stomach, your chest, your shoulders. the cool air hit your skin, but his touch was like fire engulfing you.
his eyes searched yours for any signs of hesitation, but all he found was desperation like his. he leaned in, kissing down your chest, making you gasp with every gentle press of his lips. your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, you felt so alive, so loved, so desired. his touch was tender, yet firm, leaving no doubt about how badly he needed you, you slipped your fingers under his vest, tugging it upward. he pulled off his top with one hand, you were shocked, staring at his chiselled chest blatantly. you should’ve expected this from his arms, but even then, none of that prepared you for this.
his body was a masterpiece, sculpted from clay like an idol. every muscle defined, the way his abs rippled with every movement was mesmerizing. his arms were strong, yet gentle as they held you down, his chest a book of scars. the light from the street lamps outside danced across his skin, casting shadows that played tricks with your eyes. you couldn’t help but run your fingers over them.
his breath hitched, and his eyes closed briefly as you touched his scars, trying to keep himself under control. his hands slid up your thighs, teasing the edge of your panties, making you squirm. he pulled away from your chest, looking down at you with a smirk. “you enjoying yourself?”
you nodded, feeling a bit shy at his sudden question. “yes...” your voice was barely a whisper, and he leaned down to kiss you again, his hands continuing their exploration. he gently slid your panties to the side, his finger grazing your wetness. you gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his finger inside, making you arch off the bed, gasping loudly.
“oh, cloud!” you moaned out his name, your voice a mix of pleasure and surprise. his eyes lit up with satisfaction, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin.
“that’s it, baby.” he said, his voice deep and rough, making you press your legs together. his finger moved in and out of you, setting a steady rhythm that had you clutching the bed sheets. he leaned down to kiss you again, his free hand playing with your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making you whimper. his free arm leaning above your head to keep himself stable, his shadowed face watching your blissed expression. your hips rolled up with his fingers, desperately trying to get closer. he could feel your pussy twitch, the heat radiating from you and the warm smell of your perfume surrounding him, intoxicated by more than just the alcohol, it was your aura he was drinking in. he was throbbing so hard it hurt.
he buried himself into your neck in his breathlessness, panting right in your ear, your hand buried in his hair pulling him closer into you. he kissed your lobe softly, every touch left a mark on your soul, you could feel his intensity in every action, it all came out. he felt this was the only peace he had in his hectic life, you unwrapped him to his barest form.
his finger continued to work you, making you squirm under him. “what do you want?” he whispered, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. you bit your lip, trying to hold back a moan. “anything…. ah- you’re enough, anything, cloud...” you breathed out, your voice shaky, you were close.
his voice was a soft caress, the words coming out of his mouth were like a gentle storm, confusing yet comforting, the kind that left you breathless. “are you sure about this? about me?” he asked, his thumb circling your clit, driving you crazy. you nodded, unable to form more coherent words. his fingers moving faster, curling just right. your orgasm quickly building as your legs pressed tighter together, quivering. his thumb found your clit, circling it perfectly, you were at your limit.
“c-cloud!” you screamed, body convulsing as waves of your pleasure crashed over you. he was amazed. your sound was music in his ears, and his own arousal grew tenfold to the way your pussy pulsed around his fingers, everything you did was beautiful. his bulge was already uncomfortable, but now it was unbearable. he pulled his fingers out of you, making you twitch. you wrapped your arms around him as he kissed down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.
he sat up to kick his jeans off, throwing them to the corner of your room. you could see his dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot at his tip from his leaking precum. you jaw dropped, his size was intimidating and yet unbelievably hot, you did not expect him to be packing this much. he palmed himself through his boxers, chuckling at your reaction. he pulls you on top of him, taking your hand and pressing it against his erection, skin hot to the touch.
“what?” he asks, a playful smirk playing on his lips, watching your reaction. you blush deeper, not breaking eye contact, your hand still wrapped around him.
“iis that even going to fit?”
“dunno. you having second thoughts?” he teases. you bite your lip, shaking your head. yes, you definitely were having second thoughts but that wasn’t going to stop you. you want him more than ever now. you lean down to kiss him again, feeling his cock pulse in your hand. his tongue slides into your mouth, dancing with yours, the taste of alcohol as you mix together. you can feel your heart racing in your chest.
he moves your hand away, sliding his boxers down, his cock springing free. he’s huge and dripping. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice soothing.
“mhm.” you nod, eagerly leaning down to kiss the tip of his cock, feeling him twitch in your hand.
"fuck." he whispers, the taste of saltiness coated your tongue as you wrapped your lips around it, making you want to taste more of him. you lick the length of him, watching his eyes roll back in his head, a low groan leaving his mouth. you swirl your tongue around the head, making him hiss before taking him into your mouth, feeling him fill your throat.
"shit!"
his hands went to your hair, gripping it tightly as you moved your mouth up and down his length, your tongue caressing every inch. he watched you with a mix of pleasure and disbelief, feeling his orgasm build rapidly. he could feel your throat contract around his tip, his balls tightening. but he didn’t want to come too soon. he gently pushes your head away, panting heavily.
“you’re too good at that, but it’s not what i had in mind.” he breathed. “i need to be inside you so badly right now.” his hand went to the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheek. the affection in his voice made you squirm, he brought his head down for another kiss. his hands roamed up to your hips, kneading the fat in his hands. he flipped over hovering over you with your back against the sheets, his eyes were filled with lust and something else you couldn’t figure out, whatever it was, it was intense.
he gripped your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. his free hand slid down between your thighs, prying your legs wide open for him, fingers slowly dragging up your slit, getting drenched in your wetness. his eyes searched your own for any sign of hesitation.
“i don’t know how much control i have over myself.” he said lowly, he has pushed himself to his limit with you. you nodded quickly, already desperate for him and ready for anything he wanted to do to you.
“that’s okay, cloud.”
”are you sure?”
”ive never been so sure about someone in my life.” you said, looking up at him tenderly. his heart swelled in his chest, feeling heavier than before. no one had ever looked at him like that, spoken to him like that, your words raw and ripping deep into him. he knew he didn’t deserve this, but in this moment, he couldn’t help but revel in it. if he only had sober enough of a mind to turn away now and stop himself from hurting you.
“fuck… stop looking at me like that.” he murmured, heart hammering in his chest. the look in your eyes was like a warm embrace, he looked down, trying to avoid it, it was overwhelming him. your giggle only made his heart throb more, he couldn't help but smile.
his grip on your wrist tightened, pushing your hips down to align with him, his tip could feel the heat of your entrance. slowly, he dragged it up your folds, drenching it in your wetness and making your body shiver until it hooked against your entrance, making you arch your back. he groaned, the friction was driving him insane. you looked up into his eyes, trying to prepare yourself to accommodate him. he took a deep breath.
“are you okay with this?“ he asked one last time, his voice strained with the effort to not rushing into this no matter how badly he wanted it. this was your first time and you were nervous but sure. you nodded eagerly, cheeks flushing red. it was all he needed. he pushed into you, slowly sinking the tip into you, it was so tight.
”fuck….” he breathed out.
you closed your eyes, you could feel them rolling to the back of your head, a mixture of pleasure and pain. you bit your lip though a muffled moan still managed to slip out as you stretched around him. he paused for a moment giving you time to adjust around him. he pushed in deeper, groaning, the heat was overwhelming as he felt himself getting deeper until he bottomed out completely and you’re sure your neighbours heard the disgusting noises that spilled from your mouth.
“shit, you feel too good. “ he twitched inside you, he cursed himself for being so close already. you felt so full, the pain of trying to adjust to him was wearing off slowly and all that consumed you was pleasure. he watched your face, all your reactions, it made his heart ache. “see what you’ve done to me?”
“oh, cloud.” you whimpered, he loved it when you said his name like that. his face trailed down to your, neck the peaks between your breasts until his hands lost the grip of your wrists to cup your breast, the thumb grazing over the sensitive peak, rolling them between his fingers. the other squeezing your ass. his lips latched onto your nipple, sucking them into his mouth. his hips drew out completely, until it was just his tip left in you just to push back in inch by inch. it was driving you crazy, and yet it was keeping him from spilling into you too early.
“you don’t know how bad i needed you, so good.” he whispered. your hand tangled into his hair, the other digging into the flesh of his shoulder. he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with his tongue. you could feel your core clench around him as he switched to the other, his hands supporting your weight. the way his mouth felt on your sensitive skin was heavenly. you clenched around him from the shockwave of pleasure, you felt him twitch. he groaned, the vibration of his voice making you shiver. “you drive me insane.” you were going to ask what you were in a minute, the way he made you feel on an emotional level just made everything that much more intense. “i want you all to myself.”
his sucks grew harder, more insistent, the sounds of your combined breathing filling the small apartment. your moans grew louder, mixing with the occasional whine as he stretched you open, his cock thick and demanding. he could feel your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go faster, deeper.
he pulled away as his control thinned, hand leaning against the headboard while his other gripped your hip tightly, the sound of his groans filling the room. his pace picked up as he got more urgent, hips snapping with a rhythm that made you wrap your legs around his waist. you threw your head back pleasure quickly building in your belly, your pulses starting to get more frantic, begging for more.
“ah! cloud! yes- oh!” his need was getting more urgent with each thrust, the way your body was moving against him was mesmerising, your breasts bouncing in the dim light, his eyes were stuck on you as he quickened, getting rougher, watching your chest rise and fall with each irregular breath and moan, your lust playing out just for him in fusion with your flushed face, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, it was just enough to make him come undone as he felt you pulse and clench around him frantically.
his thumb found your way to your clit, teasing it as he fucked you. that was it for you. your walls clamped down on him, shaking as your orgasm crashed through you. you bit your lip desperately to stop yourself from waking everyone in the building up, nails digging into his back as he kept up his pace, chasing his own climax. he could feel it building quickly, balls tightening as he dug himself deeper into you, body begging for release.
“fuck, where do you want it?” your mind was gone, drunk with pleasure and the thought of his cum in you was too much to resist, you wanted to be his, all of him inside you.
“inside me,” you moaned. his eyes darkened, heart jittering in his chest, pounding against his rib cage. the idea of marking you with his cum, was so fucking hot, it sent a shiver down his spine and his cock throb even more insistently, movements getting more urgent and deliberate.
“are you sure?” his jaw clenched as he pushed himself closer and closer to the edge.
“yes cloud.” your voice with that pulse of your pussy around him sent him over the edge. he grabbed your hips, forcing himself as deep as possible, you felt it shoot inside you in waves as he groaned loudly, cock twitching with each spill.
“all of it, fucking take all of it.” he managed in ragged, raspy breaths as he buried himself deeper, you clenched and tightened around him instinctively, milking every drop, you were so sensitive you felt yourself get close again. everyone must have heard that. his body sloped over, wrapping around your waist tightly as he slowly pumped himself in you a few more times to fuck everything as deep as possible, all of his hot seed filling you completely, it couldn’t be possible to have that much cum. you moaned softly as you felt yourself get overcome with the sensation again, a second orgasm, becoming a twitching and shivering mess all over again.
he laughed quietly, his body still trembling with the aftershock of his release as he continued to pulse inside you. he leaned down to kiss you again, you could feel each other’s heart race as your bodies pressed against each other.
“you’re something else,” he murmured against your swollen lips, your legs were still trembling, and you were still deliciously full of his cum and hard dick. you realised how much you wanted this to be more than just a drunken hookup without any courage to say anything.
he took another moment to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours sweetly. “i want to go down on you until you pass out.” his soft voice did not match that nature of that sentence, you felt your cheek heating up at the words. “but i’ll let you get some rest, you need it.” his gentle kisses trailed down your neck, carefully flipping you over so he didn’t slip out of you, your bodies fit perfectly against each other as your head rested against his chest, his hands playing with your hair as you pulled the covers up.
his breath was warm and steady against your cheek, you felt so safe, he was so warm and big underneath you. your eyes grew heavier, the room still slightly spinning, in complete bliss. his other arm around you tightly, holding you closer, his heartbeat like a lullaby. and that’s when the gravity of what happened weighed on you, you didn’t want him to leave tomorrow, you really liked him, and he didn’t even know your last name.
you sat up, looking down at him, his eyes still closed and breathing steadily. “cloud?” you whispered, unsure if he was asleep. his eyes fluttered open, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “yeah?”
his hand squeezed your side, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through your body. “can i ask you something?” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart.
“of course, what’s on your mind?” he sat up with you, his smile fading slightly as he sensed your shift in mood.
you took a moment to gather your thoughts, your heart in your throat. “what is this going to be between us? i mean i know it’s not a relationship, and i just need to know if this means anything to you or if it’s just a one-night thing?” you whispered, staring at the ceiling.
cloud’s hand stilled on your back, his smile fading into a contemplative line. “what do you want it to be?” he asked, his voice low and serious. you felt his eyes on you, waiting for your answer.
“i don’t know,” you admitted, feeling the weight of your words. “i just know that i really like you, i don’t want this to be the last time we see each other.”
cloud’s gaze was intense as he studied your face, his thumb gently stroking the curve of your waist. “i like you too,” he said finally, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through you. “i just don’t want to hurt you. I’m not good at this sort of thing.”
the confession hung in the air. you could see the fear in his eyes, had he been sober it would’ve been a definite no. yet, here you were, entangled in each other’s arms.
”can we see where this goes?”
he took a deep breath, gaze not leaving yours. he wanted you so badly, but a hint of his sober self was warning him, he ignored it. “yeah, let’s see where this goes.” his arms wrapped around you tighter, holding you closer as he kissed the top of your head. his dick was still semi-hard inside you as you drifted off.
…
you were woken up by the orange glow across your room from the windows. cloud’s arms were still around you, you looked up, his face peaceful with his messy hair splayed across your pillows, chest rising and falling. his morning wood was still inside you, it was already starting to stir, growing in length and thickness as he slowly woke up, your body was still sensitive and full from last night, you squirmed slightly.
his eyes slowly fluttered open, feeling your movement, his sleepy eyes met yours. he smirked, remembering what was happening
“good morning, to both of you.” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly from sleep. his fingers circled your hip, his cock fully hard now, rolling it up into you.
“cloud!” he covered your mouth, not wanting to wake up your whole apartment block, his other hand sliding down to your clit, grazing it enough for you to gasp into his palm. your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he moved his cock inside you, shallowly thrusting in and out, feeling you clench around him.
“see, you don’t mind it, do you?” you felt his back muscles tighten under your hands, your face on his chest, flexing as he picked up his pace. he leaned in to kiss the top of your head, his hand moving to grip your thigh and keep your open for him.
his strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of you, lubricated by the mess of the night before. your breath hitched as you felt him hit that spot deep inside, making your toes curl. he was like a different person with you, easy going with no need to hide himself, confident. his movements got stronger and more demanding, so big he filled you up completely, stretching you out all over again.
his hips were slapping against yours, echoing throughout the room mixed with your muffled moans and his groans of pleasure. he hit that spot inside you repeatedly, making your mind go numb all over again, tensing around him, orgasm building up quickly. it didn’t take much for either of you to finish, both still sensitive from last night. his hips jittered, your pussy contracting around his cock as he pushed through your walls, pressing you down on him. it twitched inside you, sputtering hot cum inside of you again.
his breathing was ragged, flipping you over again so he was on top of you as he slowly pulled out despite the suction of your pussy, being left empty. some of it leaked out, but he fingered it back in, making you shiver and moan. he chuckled quietly, looking at the state of you.
“good morning to us.” you said as he lay his head on your chest, continuing to push in and out of you. he looked around your room, it was as big as his, though a lot more lived in and homely. books stacked up on the floor, notebooks and makeup from last night splayed out on your desk and a scythe in the corner of the room which caught his attention.
“i’m gonna go clean up.” you whispered, trying to slip out of bed, his arms tightened around you
“stay a bit longer.” he mumbled against your neck, it was clear he was about to sleep again. “it’s only 6.” the warmth of his breath tickling your neck.
“i would love to, cloud. but i do have work.”
his eyes searched yours, the conflict of his want versus your needs. "i'll make it quick." he whispered, kissing your forehead before rolling off you, his cock sliding out of you with a wet sound that made him groan. he stood up, grabbing your hand, pulling you off the bed. the warmth of his cum trailed down your thigh. "we can shower together."
you nodded, following him to the bathroom, the floor cold against your bare feet. the shower was already running, the sound of water hitting the tiles echoing through the room. cloud stepped in, holding his hand out for you, the water washing over him, his muscles rippling as he moved. you stepped in, the warmth wrapping around you, his arms enveloping you again.
his hands roamed your body, the water slipping over your curves, his eyes tracing your figure. “you’re so beautiful.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck. you leaned into his touch, his hands moving down to your ass, squeezing it gently, making you giggle.
cloud picked up a washcloth, soaping it up and moving it down your body, his eyes never leaving yours as he washed you off. the warmth of the water washed over you both, mixing with the steam that filled the small room, the scent of your combined arousal still lingering in the air. his soapy hand reached between your legs, washing off the mess of the night, his thumb grazing your clit, making you jump.
his eyes were on your face, watching every little reaction, the way your eyes would roll back at the slightest touch. “can’t get my hands off you.” he chuckled, kissing the side of your neck. his other hand cupped your face, tilting it up to look into your eyes. “you really do drive me crazy.”
you couldn’t help but smile, feeling his hardness press against your thigh. ”do you ever take a break?”
“this is your fault. you’re too tempting,” he said, his voice a low growl. he stepped closer, pressing you against the tiles as he dropped the washcloth. his hand went back to your neck, tilting it to the side, kissing the pulse point. “but i’ll behave for now.”
his hands were gentle but firm. you leaned into him, your breasts pushing against his chest. he took his sweet time, washing every inch of you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he was afraid you would disappear if he looked away. your heart fluttered at the tender way he touched you, while your hands ran over his arms, washing him off.
his cock was hard again, brushing against your stomach. it was clear he wasn’t done with you, but he didn’t push it, he knew you had to get ready. instead, he kissed your forehead and stepped back, letting you wash off the soap. you watched him under the water, the way his muscles flexed.
you stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around yourself, feeling the warmth of the air hit your wet skin. he followed you, his own towel around his waist. you get into a clean set of comfy clothes, you gave Cloud one of your large sweatpants you normally slept in. "you can keep it," you said with a smile, watching him put it on. "i have plenty."
“why? you do this often?” he asked.
“the opposite actually.” you said.
you both looked at the clock again, it was only 5 AM, and the sun hadn’t fully risen. “why don’t we just cuddle for a bit longer?” you suggested, pulling off your bed sheets and changing them, he helped you spread ita cross your matress, your voice filled with hope. Cloud’s eyes lit up, he didn’t hide his enthusiasm.
“i thought you had work,” he said, walking back towards the bed and pulling the covers aside for you to slip in next to him.
“well, i do… at 5pm.”
“what?”
“i work at a bar, it's a night shift today so i've got the whole day off."
"i wish i could stay here with you but i have to get back to sector 7 at 8. my friend owns a bar and she does need my help if i want to continue to have a place to stay."
"that's cool, are you a bartender?"
"mercenary. i thought i told you this last night?"
"oh." you remembered, though it was still surprising. "sorry, i think i was just more focused on some other things from last night."
he laughed quietly. "don't worry."
you lay there for a bit longer, basking in the warmth of cloud’s embrace, listening to the rain tap against the window. His arm was draped over your waist, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin just above your panties.
“when will i see you again?” he asked absent mindedly.
you turned to look at him, his eyes still sleepy but filled with something that looked a lot like hope. “im free tonight after my shift, though it's about 1am.” you said with a playful smile. that was perfect, aerith and tifa would've been asleep by then, he could sneak out to see you.
“i’ll make it work,” he said, his voice filled with determination. you couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through your chest, his willingness to make time for you was something you weren’t used to. “i want to see you again, badly.”
cloud’s hand stilled on your shirt, his eyes looking at yours with a mix of guilt and excitement. the guilt was something he wasn’t used to feeling. he was a mercenary, used to taking what he wanted and moving on, but with you it was different. the thought of not seeing you again was unbearable, and he felt guilty for feeling this way, knowing he might be leading you on, he couldn’t help himself. he warned you last night.
you nodded, trying to keep the hope off your face. “i’ll be waiting for you.” you leaned in and kissed him softly, feeling his cock twitch against your thigh, it was clear he wanted more but he knew he couldn’t push it. you both laid there, your bodies entwined, talking about everything and nothing until the sun had fully risen, and suddenly it was 7.30, and he had to leave.
his kiss was gentle as he pulled away from you. “i’ll see you tonight then,” he said, getting back into his soldier uniform. you gave him a peck on the cheek before he left your apartment, the cold air of the early morning a stark contrast to the warmth he left behind.
…
leave a comment if u want a part 2, i’m undecided <3
ft. leon kennedy, cloud strife, zack fair, simon “ghost” riley
How he react when you kiss/lick/nibble his earlobe/neck/jaw.
Leon Kennedy -
The hardened former rookie cop would freeze completely still at the first intimate swipe of your tongue along the wiry tendon of his neck. Eyes fluttering shut, Leon would fight back a full-body shudder, teeth gritting as that rugged jaw twitches with mounting restraint.
As your nibbles and caresses increased against the sensitive flesh behind his ear, his calloused palms would clench into white-knuckled fists. Battling the ingrained instinct to defensively seize and subdue like with any other threat. Until, at last, Leon can resist no longer.
A strangled rumble erupts from his broad chest as he twists with feline grace to back you against the nearest solid surface. Pupils blown wide with smoldering hunger, he braces one strong forearm by your head as the other hand cups your nape with surprising tenderness despite the desperation ravening behind each fevered caress of his lips along your jawline. The first of many tremors to rack your entire frame that night.
Cloud Strife -
The stalwart AVALANCHE mercenary lurches as if jolted by a live current when the first pass of your tongue grazes that sensitive spot below his jaw. Spiky blond brows knit sharply over those blazing mako-tinged eyes squeezing shut on a guttural groan torn straight from his diaphragm.
Though his initial fists clench at his sides instinctively, Cloud permits no further retaliation - whether physical or to extract himself from your wandering affections. Quite the opposite, in fact. His head lolls aside, granting you ample access to continue feathering scorching kisses and teasing flicks of your tongue along the sensitive column of his throat.
Only once your relentless sensual torment threatens to buckle those powerful thighs entirely does Cloud shudder and haul you flush against him with dizzying abruptness. Equal parts possessive and reverent, he claims your parted lips in a soul-searing kiss, broad palms framing your face like a precious treasure as he savors every ardent swirl of your twined tongues.
Zack Fair -
That blinding, boyish smile wouldn't dim one iota as your teasing ministrations first make contact. At least, not outwardly. Inside, however, Zack's breath would leave him in a harsh gust as electricity lances up his spine from the languid glide of your mouth torturing that sensitive zone.
Far from the fierce, untamed passion of some of his counterparts, Zack would be endearingly awestruck and bashful at the outpouring of tenderness behind such a simple act. His fingers would splay tenderly through your hair, those sparkling blue eyes crinkling at the corners with unbridled adoration as you eagerly bestow your affections over every inch of accessible flesh.
Inevitably, he'd succumb to the smoldering fog of arousal steadily consuming every rational thought. Zack's doting caresses would roam freely along the sculpted planes of your body, lavishing you in turn with a breathless reverence and earnestness reserved for only you until the lines blurred completely between worshiper and revered.
Ghost -
One glimpse of that icy blue glare, and you'd know the elite marksman's mind was already whirring through a dozen calculated scenarios and counterattacks as soon as your lips made contact. Every toned muscle would go rigid, coiled like a cobra ready to strike or retreat at the first suspicious provocation.
Until, of course, realization trickles through that predatory hyper-alertness - this tantalizing torment stems from no external threat whatsoever, only the exquisite onslaught of pleasure steadily unravelling his razor-sharp restraint. As your roving mouth brands a searing path along Ghost's neck and jaw, his broad shoulders would slump minutely, permitting the faintest hitch of an indrawn breath to escape those chapped lips.
No vocalized encouragement or returned passion yet; such overt displays would likely always be suppressed lest they expose potential weaknesses to be exploited in the field. But like a silent storm front rolling in, Ghost's heated stare would spark with a new, tangible intensity wholly untamed and promising of the inevitable downpour still to come at your unhurried pace.
omg omg omg I've got an idea!! So... mean and demanding Cloud when he was controlled by Sephiroth?? Like you know how he's usually so nice and soft during that time... well now he's the opposite? I mean only if you're comfortable with it of course
I love this idea and, so here's a little something that came to mind after reading this...
CW: SMUT 18+, a bit dark, Angst, Cloud isn't fully there and his actions are being influenced by Sephiroth. smut below the cut. *NOT EDITED*
Cloud your sweet boyfriend, who could be a bit icy on the outside but when he's with you that icy nature melts and underneath that layer is a young man who craves your love like he needs air. Wholly devoted to you, his heart handed to you for safe keeping forevermore.
But with the threat of the planet and the loaming shadow of sephiroth, cloud has been...different to say the least. Quick to give into his anger and frustration, especially on the battlefield. Acting strangely towards some of the other members in your merry little group. You had thought that maybe it would lessen over time, but it only seem to do the opposite. But even with all of this you made it clear to cloud that you were there for him, yet he seemed to brush you off nodding absentmindedly.
It hurt you to say the least, but you held strong and continued to remain by his side. And your efforts seemed to be paying off, slowly cloud had begun to seek you out after battles and when he needed your comforting.
Although this time seemed different from others, his mako infused eyes held an emotion that had your hair standing up on end.
A muffled cry of pleasure leaves you as Cloud continues his near brutal thrusts. On your knees with your head partially buried into your pillow, you can feel Clouds strong and unyielding grip on your hips as he ruts into you like he was a starved animal. When he had come to you after another day of fighting monsters as they followed the trial towards Sephiroth, you had expected a typical cuddle session or made some soft sex to come down from the stressful day. Not this.
Its not that you didn't like this, it was just something Cloud had never really done. He always took his time with you, relishing in your shared time together. And even when he did get a bit carried away you could always feel the love with his actions or with his pleasure filled words.
"Cloud- too much I-" your words are hard to get out with your moans breaking them up. Hands gripping into the sheets as you lift your head turning it to the side to see Cloud. Eyes focusing in on his gorgeous face, his eyes are locked onto where his cock is thrusting in and out of your cunt. His eyes rise to meet yours, pupils blown wide at the view in front of him. A smirk crawls onto his face, then he is moving his hands from your hips to beside yours that are still gripping onto the sheets. "You can take it, you were made for this- For me." His near patronizing words are barely registered with the new angle he has you in. Cock going so deep hitting the spots within you that had the breath leaving your lungs in a moaned cry. One calloused hand of Cloud clasps onto one of yours while the other goes underneath your chin. Acting as a makeshift collar, turning your head towards his. Mako gazing piercing yours.
"You're mine, this-" a thrust accentuates his words cock bullying itself deeper into your orgasming cunt, "is only for me. So perfect just for me."
⟡ dancing with cloud in a random empty field in the dark
cw : x fem!reader with she/her pronouns, tooth-rottening fluff (as always lol)
♬ - slow dancing in the dark (please listen to this while you read! I love this song <3)
The night was quiet, with only the soft hum of the wind brushing past the trees. Stars dotted the sky, twinkling like tiny diamonds above. The air was cool, but not too cold, just enough to make the moment feel crisp and alive, with the wind blowing gently on you. Cloud had led you out into the open field just beyond town, where the lights of the houses were mere specks in the distance.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness that surrounded you both.
Cloud turns to you, his usual stoic expression softened in the moonlight. His eyes, those deep, soulful blue eyes, catch yours, and for a moment, it feels like time has stopped. He steps closer, holding out a hand toward you, his expression a mix of tenderness and a hint of shyness.
“Dance with me?” His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the battles and chaos the two of you have been through. But right now, in this moment, there’s only him and you, and the night that surrounds you both.
You smile, your heart fluttering at the thought. “Of course.”
You take his hand, and he pulls you closer, wrapping one arm securely around your waist while your free hand finds its place on his chest. You sway together, slow and steady, with faded music playing in the distance assisted with the faint rustle of the wind through the grass. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the sensation of Cloud’s warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under your palm.
His chin rests lightly on the top of your head as you both fall into a gentle rhythm. The wind picks up slightly, ruffling Cloud’s messy blonde hair, but you don’t mind. It feels like something out of a dream, the kind of moment you’d want to last forever.
“I never thought I’d be doing something like this,” Cloud murmurs, his voice vibrating softly against you. There’s a smile hidden in his tone.
You chuckle softly, leaning back to look up at him. “Really? I thought you’d be the dancing type,” you tease.
He lets out a soft laugh, his hand tightening ever so slightly around your waist. “Not really. But… for you, I’ll do anything.” His voice drops slightly as he pauses, his eyes catching the sparkle in yours. “I know how much you love dancing, and…” He hesitates for a moment, his gaze softening. “I wanted to do something special for you. Just for you.”
Your breath hitches at his words, and for a moment, you simply stare into each other’s eyes, the connection between you so strong it makes your chest ache. Slowly, Cloud leans down, his eyes soft but still locked on yours, silently asking for permission without saying a word.
You close the distance, and his lips meet yours in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s not rushed or hurried. It’s slow, full of unspoken emotions, as if he’s trying to tell you everything he feels in that one moment. His hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly as he deepens the kiss just slightly.
When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest together, breaths mingling in the cool night air.
“I could stay like this forever,” you whisper, your voice laced with contentment.
Cloud’s eyes soften, a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips. “Me too.”
And with the stars above and the wind wrapping around you both, you continue to sway, lost in the peacefulness of each other’s embrace.
a/n: i want to make my posts dark but idk how to change the post color itself 💔 it clashes with my profile aesthetic sm... anyway look at this cute pic of my husband ￬
