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will you still love me tomorrow?

Cloud Strife x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,290

Summary: Cloud and Y/N have been friends for a while, but there is a yearning that makes their friendship cross the line at times. Cloud has an idea to relieve their sexual tension without going too far that doesn't exactly go as planned.

Warnings: smut, excessive use of "just the tip" trope, thigh riding, unprotected sex, may be a bit ooc

A/N: MY FIRST CLOUD FIC!!! WOO!

Sometimes being around Cloud is unbearable. The two of you had agreed long ago not to complicate things by acting on your feelings. With so many mutual friends and living in uncertain times, it just seemed best to preserve the friendship, even though at times the two of you couldn’t help showing weakness. Lingering touches happen more often than they should for two people who are “just friends”. In shared spaces, Cloud makes it a habit to place things a little too high for you to reach so he has an excuse to press his palm against your back as he leans up to grab whatever item required your attention. He screws lids on too tight so you’d ask him for help with that cute little pleading look on your face.

At times it wasn’t so innocent. Heated makeout sessions tucked away in a dark alleyway usually end with the two of you blushing, clearing your throats, and then hastily going your separate ways. Sometimes it was easy to pretend it had never happened, but other times you find yourselves avoiding each other for a few days afterward. Your friendship always seems to recover in no small part due to the burning desire that pulls you back together at every turn.

The last time it happened, though something was different. You almost went too far, past the point of just kissing. Cloud was worked up after an argument with Barrett over something trivial. Most of their arguments are trivial, but they know how to get under one another’s skin like no other. You’d followed Cloud outside to help him calm down. Your hand rested on his shoulder and you let him pout in silence. You’d thought that was the end of it until he suddenly had you against the wall, soft lips pressed furiously against yours. It was different this time. There was a frenzied need fuelling each kiss. He pushed you against the wall, caging you in with his strong chest against yours. His thigh pressed between yours, and you found yourself grinding against it for relief. Cloud didn’t let you pull away from the kiss to utter an apology. He kept his tongue shoved in your mouth, exploring your warm velvet tongue.

You whimper when his hands grip your waist and he begins guiding you to keep up your grinding. The warmth in your core spread through your stomach all the way to the tips of your fingers that were tangled in his blond hair. When he finally pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath, you were panting.

“Cloud, if we don’t stop…I’m gonna-”

He’d cut you off with another sloppy kiss that he kept up until you were trembling in his arms as your orgasm shook through you. As shame-filled you up, you’d found the strength to push him away. Somehow it felt like you’d taken things too far this time. Tifa would be upset if she knew what you’d done. She’d feel betrayed as you knew deep down she was waiting for the day Cloud would want to be with her, and to be honest you expected the day to come as well.

After that, you ignored Cloud for longer than you ever had. Your cheeks would burn every time he’d look at you, and when he entered a room you were very quickly searching for a reason to leave as soon as you could. He didn’t understand what he’d done wrong. It was unbearable to see you avoiding his attention, and not knowing if you’d ever slip back into your friendship or not.

He’s in his room tossing and turning on the creaky bed. He’s trying to stop himself from thinking about you. His mind keeps wandering to you, wondering if you’re across the hall in your room thinking of him. He thinks he might be going crazy again then suddenly he hears a soft rasp on his door. He tries to ignore it, but then your little voice accompanies you.

“Cloud, are you asleep?”

He sighs softly when he hears the door open. Yous stand in the doorway in your tattered robe. Your hands are balled up nervously at your sides, and your shoulders are a little slumped. Like you’re trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Can I come in?” you ask weakly.

“Sure,” Cloud sits up on the bed and watches you cross the room.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Cloud’s brows furrow, “What’s wrong?”

You sit down on the bed beside him, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

His breath hitches at your admission, and he reaches out to drag his knuckles over your arm. You want to lean into the touch but you pull away instead. He huffs but lets his hand fall limply to the side.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “About what happened. I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

When you look at him, you feel yourself falling into the well of his Mako eyes. You lean forward despite the feeling in your gut that you shouldn’t. Cloud stops just when your nose brushes against his.

“Don’t pull away if I kiss you,” he says.

“I won’t.”

As soon he kisses you, it feels like fireworks erupt in your stomach. Your hands curl through his soft hair, pulling him closer so your tongue can slip between his soft lips. He moans softly, only spurring you on to shove your tongue a little deeper. It pushes past his teeth to rub against his tongue.

Everything between the first kiss and him having you pushed onto your back is a blur. His mouth is on your neck, biting and sucking the sensitive spots he’s come to know so well in your stolen moments. His hips grind against you, making warmth pool in your panties. Your thighs tighten around his waist.

“I want you,” his whisper is hot on your ear.

“We shouldn’t,” you mutter. You know deep down you only mean it halfway.

“Just let me put it in a little,” he whispers. “We’ve gotta do something. I can’t focus like this.”

Cloud’s words make your cheeks burn. In your time together, he’s been known to only utter a few words at a time. He’s not known for being verbose, and that’s what makes your hands press against his chest to push him away so you can look into his face. You have to make sure this is really your Cloud. The quiet, shy man you’ve come to know. The same eyes stare into you, but they’re darkened with lust now. There’s desperation you’re not used to seeing.

“Just the tip,” he says quietly. “I promise, I won’t go further. I just…I need to feel you.”

“Cloud,” your eyes widen as you try to get your thoughts in order. “What’s gotten into you?”

He doesn’t miss a beat, “You.”

“Just the tip?” you ask.

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

You bite your lip as he opens your robe. You’re just wearing a big t-shirt underneath with some panties. You sit up so he can remove the robe properly and toss it aside. Your cheeks burn as he tugs the t-shirt up over your tits. He kneads them softly, his eyes focusing on your soft nipples. He soothes his thumb over them until they’re hard, then he leans in to lick and suck on them. You whimper and whine under his touch. Your thighs rub together to give yourself some relief.

“You like that?” He teases softly.

“Y-yes.”

He chuckles before leaning in to take your nipple in his mouth again. His tongue rolls over the sensitive nub before he sucks harshly on it then switches to the other. You keep rubbing your thighs together, feeling the wetness seeping out of your panties to wet your inner thighs. He pulls away from your chest, panting softly as he sits upon his knees.

His long fingers loop around the waistband of your panties to pull them off. He quickly relieves himself of his clothes before pressing his body against yours. He kisses you roughly. His tongue sloppily pushes into your mouth, tasting you eagerly.

When he sits upon his thighs again, he grasps his cock and gives it a few lazy pumps. His eyes are focused on your dripping pussy, already imagining what it would be like to be buried in your hole and-

“Just the tip,” you remind him desperately.

It turns out that for Cloud “just the tip” had many meanings. With just the tip of his cock he splits your folds with ease and drags the tip over your swollen clit. He does this over and over, spreading his precum over the little nub as he teases you. Whines fall from your lips, and you realize you could cum just from this. He brings the tip to tease your hole, waiting for your to hold your breath in anticipation of him pushing it in before he drags it back up to tease your clit some more.

“Cloud, just put it in,” you whine. “Please.”

“Just the tip,” he reminds you mockingly.

The ridge of his head hooks on your clit as he drags his cock back down to your hole. You whimper when he slides the tip in slowly. Already he feels dizzy from how wet and tight you feel. Even the tip of his cock sliding into your entrance manages to stretch you out. Your walls clench, only managing to catch him at your entrance. You whine as he begins thrusting shallowly, only using the tip as promised. It’s just enough to spur on your intense longing, but not enough to get you over the edge. You wish nothing more than for the fullness at your entrance to spread.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

“You’re so wet,” he mutters.

Just thrusting the tip into you is making you feel so dizzy. Cloud shudders as he keeps thrusting slowly. You need more. Maybe more than you’ve ever needed anything, you need him to fill you up. Your fingernails dig into his forearms as you moan softly. Cloud pulls out when he realizes he’s getting too lost in the pleasure.

“You feel so good.”

“I don’t think this is helping,” you blush.

You look down at his cock as it rests heavily on your mound. The head is swollen and leaking. You reach down to grasp him and begin stroking him slowly. You’re playing with fire now, but you can’t help wanting to take things further.

“Do you think you could handle putting more inside?”

“How about I put it all in?” he grunts.

You swallow hard before guiding his cock to your hole again, “Just the tip.”

He rolls his eyes, but he follows your instruction. He pushes the tip of his cock into the ring of your entrance, groaning when you clench around him. His thumb rubs against your swollen clit as he shallowly thrusts his tip into you over and over.

“More,” you whimper. “I need more.”

Cloud doesn’t hesitate to slide deeper into you, your velvet walls suck him in. He’s halfway sheathed when your hands press against his stomach. He places one hand on top of yours.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks softly.

“No, it feels so good,” you whine. “I just…I don’t know if I can stop.”

“Me neither,” Cloud kisses you softly. “I wanna put the rest in.”

You lay back against the pillows and whine. You want nothing more than to have him fill you up, but you know you won’t be able to stop him. Once he’s buried to the hilt, there’s no returning from this. But maybe there’s no return anyway.

“Do it,” you pull him in for a frantic kiss. “Please.”

Cloud pushes the rest of his cock into you, his thick girth stretches you out and his tip hits the sweetest spot hidden deep inside. Your fingers tangle in his hair. Your legs wrap around him tightly.

He pulls almost all the way out until the head is nestled at your entrance, then he slams back into you. You cry out, but soon find his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. He repeats the same motion with his hips until he finally falls into a rhythmic pace.

Soft, desperate moans fall from his lips. Your nails dig into his back as a coil tightens in your stomach, filling you with warm tingles of pleasure. You keep whimpering against his hand, your hips rocking along with his. It’s not long until the coil snaps. You leave a long, red scratch down his back. He moves his hand off your mouth so he can hear all of your sweet little moans. Your walls are clenching around him so tightly, that he knows he won’t last much longer. He’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for the yearning he’s carried for so long finally getting realized.

“I’m close,” he whines. “I-I’m gonna pull out.”

Before you have time to say anything, he’s grasping the base of his cock. He pulls out of your pussy, and he pumps himself to completion. Thick ropes of warm cum cover your stomach by the time he’s done. He falls back on his knees, panting softly. He searches your face for any signs of regret, but you just reach out to take his hand. You squeeze softly. He leans down to pick up his shirt and uses it to wipe the cum off your stomach. Then, he settles in beside you. You snuggle against his chest, placing a kiss on his soft skin.

“So, now what?” you ask, wondering if you’ll still be friends in the morning.

“How about we worry about that over breakfast tomorrow?”

You smile, “Sounds like a date.”

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Bedside Manner

Cloud Strife x fem reader Word count: 2,531

You’re going to die here. You knew your line of work left you open to the threat of death more often than not, always the chance the next monster encounter would be your last… But you hadn’t expected it to end like this – sweaty from fever, a horrible chesty cough, every breath feeling a struggle and surrounded by used tissues on your sofa.

But the worst part of it all? You’re going to die without kissing Cloud Strife.

There were always ailments going around the slums – it was par for the course with so many people living in close quarters, sunlight obscured by a metal sky. There were rumours that this particular one had stemmed from Shinra HQ and thus it had become nicknamed the Shinra Flu, much to the company’s chagrin. It’d floored you from day one. There had been no build-up, no telltale sniffle or scratch in your throat, you’d just woken up feeling like death and that’s how you continued to feel the past four days. Tifa - bless her heart - was straight round the moment you’d not shown up for the Avalanche meeting. You think she must’ve knocked but she was in possession of a spare key and that’s where she’d found you, wheezing away in the bed. What had followed were clean sheets on your bed, water, soup and medicine.

She’d been round morning and evening since, going through the same routine. You’d never felt so pathetic in your life. Every night you’d drift off to sleep hoping you’d feel better in the morning but nothing seemed to be easing despite the numerous combinations of medicine you were taking and the hours of bedrest.

There’s a hesitant knock at the door. Tifa is going to be annoyed you’re on the couch, but you’d split your water in your bed in the night reaching for it after a coughing fit and didn’t have the strength to deal with the situation, so you’d decamped. At least it gave you a different view of the water-stained ceiling.

The key twists in the lock and the door opens and you brace yourself.

“Hi.”

You know you’re still burning up with fever, but that’s definitely not Tifa’s voice. You turn your head towards the door and Cloud Strife is standing there, minus his sword for a change, a paper bag in hand and looking incredibly awkward.

“Cloud?” You rasp out, which was a mistake. Speaking sets a coughing fit off and you sit upright awkwardly, the blankets spilling off your lap – you wished you were wearing nice pyjamas - trying to catch your breath. You hear the door close, footsteps, and the sound of running water. As the coughing subsides, Cloud is now crouched in front of you, holding a glass of water out.

“That sounds nasty.”

You nod, and regret it instantly because it makes you feel dizzy. You reach out to take the glass but your stupid hand is trembling. Could you stop being so pathetic for one moment? Cloud notices and supports the glass as you take it to your lips for tentative sips. This is not how you ever imagined the ex-Soldier being in your home.

“Thanks.” Your voice sounds tight. He nods.

“So,” he gets to his feet, “I guess you’re wondering why I’m here and not Tifa.”

“Hallucination?”

“Not quite.” Cloud smiles slightly, glad to see your particular sense of humour hasn’t been lost, but it isn’t long before he resumes his usual serious expression. “This virus is really contagious. Tifa’s lucky she’s not caught it from coming round here. I said I’d check on you instead.”

You frown at him, positive you’ve misheard. “You wanna get sick?”

“I can’t get sick - not like that anyway. Mako gives you quite the immune system.”

“Oh. Lucky.” You pull the blankets back over you from where they’d fell off in your coughing fit. You’re feeling cold now, though you’re painfully aware your forehead is covered in sweat in front of your crush.

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable in your bed?” He looks at it pointedly - it’s only a few steps away in your studio apartment after all.

“It’s wet.” The blonde raises an eyebrow at that. “I spilled water on it.”

“Ah. I can help with that. Tifa wrote me a list. Starting with…” he produces the paper from his pocket, “..have you taken medicine recently?”

“Last night. Is it morning now?” Time has lost all meaning.

“Mm-mm, afternoon.” His hand is in the paper bag – you recognise the logo from Wall Market – and he withdraws a small vial holding a luminous green liquid.

“Oh.”

“Drink the whole thing. Apparently the latest in Shinra flu fighting technology, whatever that means.” He twists the lid off and hands it to you. It smells foul so it doesn’t bode well for the taste, but you down it in one with a slight grimace. You’d drink all manner of disgusting things if it made you feel a little better. “I could only get two – supply and demand.”

“Thanks.”

Cloud’s already looking at the next step on Tifa’s list. You can’t imagine how many instructions are on there. “Medicine, check. ‘Temperature – thermometer in bathroom cabinet.’ Okay…”

He’s striding over to your bathroom now, and you hear the bathroom cabinet open and close and he emerges as quickly as he left, thermometer in hand.

“Wait, you don’t have to do this, Clo-“ your sentence is cut off as he slides the device under your tongue and waits for the beep, before retrieving it and scrutinizing the number.

“Fever still - makes sense. And I do have to do this.”

“Just leave me the list, I can do it.”

He stares down at you, hands on his hips, crushing the list ever so slightly. “Uh-huh…” You know you look awful, you couldn’t even hold a glass of water earlier, you haven’t washed your hair in days, and you’d made the couch your bed. Trying to convince this man that you were capable of looking after yourself is an argument you weren’t going to win.

“Right. ‘Change bedsheets. Clean sheets in the basket, wash used sheets in communal washroom downstairs…’ ” He’s heading off towards the bed, still reading aloud. You sink back on the sofa and close your eyes, willing the medicine to kick in and make you feel normal for at least five minutes and save some face in front of him…

Cloud was used to making his bed during training, so it doesn’t take him long for him to strip yours and put clean sheets on, but apparently it was long enough for you to doze off.

This wasn’t on Tifa’s list. You’d be better off in bed – it must be more comfortable than the thing you call your couch. He crouches down besides you, debating if he should wake you up. You look so peaceful though and he hopes that means the medicine must’ve kicked in. It’s only a few metres between the couch and your bed and sleep is important in recovery, after all…

He slides an arm under your knees and another around your waist, picking you up off the sofa in one fluid motion, your head lolling back . You mumble and he freezes, but you nuzzle your cheek into him and your breathing remains in its steady rhythm. He takes a tentative step forward, then another before he makes it over to your bed and carefully places you down on your mattress and tucks the blanket over you. You unconsciously snuggle into the clean sheets and your hair falls over your eyes. Without thinking, he automatically reaches out and tucks it behind your ear, his touch lingering a moment too long.

“Cloud…” you mumble happily into the pillow, cuddling it.

His face goes red, but not from fever.

You awake to a cool hand on your forehead. Everything aches and you desperately want to return to the comfort of sleep, but you’re so hot and there’s a one-sided conversation going on.

“No, she’s still really feverish.”

Cloud’s on the phone – you can hear Tifa’s voice from the tinny phone speakers, though not well enough to hear her side of the conversation.

“No, not since just after I got here. She’s asleep at the moment, but her forehead feels hot.”

Another pause. The cooling hand is removed and you let out a whimper, missing it immediately.

“And that’s all I can do?”

A sigh. “No, don’t come here. I told you, you’re lucky you haven’t caught it. I’ll stay the night and ring you in the morning, okay? Thanks. Night.”

You drift off again in the silence for a few minutes before there’s a gentle shake of your shoulder. It feels a monumental effort to open your eyes but you manage it, though your breaths are feeling laboured again.

“Sorry,” Cloud whispers, looking apologetic. He has the thermometer in his hand. “I just need to check your temperature again, then you can go back to sleep, okay?”

“Mm-hm.” You open your mouth and the device is slipped under your tongue. It beeps moments later and he frowns at the results. “Higher than last time – damn.”

“Bad?” You mumble.

“No, you’ll be fine. You just need to take some medicine and have some water. Can you sit up for me?”

“Yeah…” He can’t help but smile as your eyes close again and you make no sign of even trying to sit up. It’s pathetically sweet.

“Here, let me help,” he slips an arm around your waist and lifts you up slightly, leaning you back against the pillows. “You good there?”

“Uh-huh.” You don’t even sound convincing to your own ears.

“Okay, let me grab some more water.” Cloud’s gone for what feels like no time at all when a glass of water is held up in your face. “Small sips.” You take the glass and he places his hand over yours, supporting it as you dutifully drink.

As you do so, you become more awake and you can see he’s tidied up your living space - the couch is clear of your blankets, the tissues, the glasses…

“You cleaned up.” You say.

“Er, yeah,” he shrugs. “Hope that’s okay. It didn’t take long.”

“That’s embarrassing.”

He looks confused. “Why?”

“Cos I’m pathetic. You’ll never want to go out with me now.” The words tumble out of your mouth with no reasoning behind them.

“I… wouldn’t?” He’s trying hard to hide the smile on his face.

“Who wants to go out with someone who can’t look after themselves?”

“You’re sick.”

“I know – who lives like this?”

“No.” Cloud says, gently, “I mean, you’re sick - ill, poorly, feverish. Besides, I don’t pick who I want to go out with by how clear their floor is of clutter.”

“You don’t?” You sound hopeful.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know – I haven’t seen your floor.”

He laughs. If you weren’t feverish you would’ve been astounded you’d got the stoic Cloud Strife to laugh, but the moment flies well and truly over your head.

“Well, it’s not cluttered, but I don’t have a lot of stuff.” He admits, before retrieving the second vial he got from Wall Market.

“You might just be saying that.”

“Tell you what, when you’re better you can come and take a look.”

“Is that a date?” You sound so hopeful.

“Let’s say it can be a part of it. Now,” he twists the cap off as before and hands it to you. “Drink this, then you can go back to sleep.”

“Okay, only cos you’re so cute.” You down it in one again.

“Well, I’ll need to remember that one.” He takes the empty vial from your hands and places his hand on your shoulder, encouraging you to lie back down. “Try and get some more sleep, okay?”

“Okay…” It isn’t long before you’re enveloped in sleep again.

Through the night, Cloud doesn’t leave your side. He sits on the floor besides your bed, keeping a watchful eye. The fever was proving persistent and you had been tossing and turning, throwing the blankets this way and that in an attempt to stabilise your temperature in a fitful sleep. He remembered his mother looking after him when he was sick as a child, pressing a cool washcloth to his forehead to try and soothe him. Luckily, he found one in the bathroom cabinet, soaked it in tepid water before he placed it on your forehead. At first you tried to shuffle away, but he held it in place, words coming out of his mouth before he can even think. “It’s all right, sweetheart.” He wasn’t sure if it was the words or the washcloth that soothed you more.

Through the night, he’d take it back and resoak it, and when he pressed it once more against your burning skin you’d let out a sigh of content.

“You’ll be okay,” he mumbled – aware he was saying it more to reassure himself. He always hid his emotions well, but he’d been shocked by how sick you were. Although the two of you hadn’t known each other long, he’d grown fond of you more than he’d been willing to admit to himself. Seeing how open and vulnerable you’d been had only endeared you to him more.

Towards the morning, when he’d checked your temperature to find that you finally felt cooler, you’d rolled closer to his touch, causing your hand to drop down from the bed. He grasped it, trying to gently tuck it back under the covers but you wouldn’t let go though, unconsciously linking your fingers with his in a fierce grip and mumbling something. He doesn’t fight it, only smiles and leans his head back against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment.

When you next open your eyes, it’s to the relief that the horrible pressure that had been on your chest for days has finally alleviated, the fluctuating temperature stabilised. There’s a weight to your hand, and you look through bleary eyes to see Cloud’s head bowed as he’s leant against the wall, your fingers firmly intertwined.

You let go in embarrassment more than anything, not sure how it had occurred. The motion is enough to wake the blonde, who smiles seeing you’re awake.

“Morning,” his voice is husky with sleep, and you feel warm once more – though this time it’s not from sickness.

“Hi.”

He frowns, probably noticing the colour in your cheeks. “How are you feeling?”

“No, I feel better. So much better.”

“Good,” Cloud smiles, before getting to his feet and stretching his arms over his head, showing off his muscular forearms. “You must be hungry, right? I realised I never got you to eat anything yesterday. I’ll go grab something light from the store for us.”

“You don’t h-…”

“I know, I want to.” In a few steps he's already opening the front door before hesitating, turning back to you and grinning, slyly. “Besides, you need to eat so you can build your strength back up ahead of our date.”

“Our… date?” Are you having a fever dream?

“We’ll talk about it more when I get back. Won’t be long… cutie.”

-- Sorry this isn't Rei Suwa-centric as promised, I finished this one first so out it goes into the world x

Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi

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Protect You Always

pairing : cloud strife x (fem) reader

summary: tifa is sure that cloud has feelings for you. so sure that she accidentally makes you confess.

warnings: none :)

“Could you go run errands with Cloud today?” Tifa held her hands out to you, mock pleas all over her face.

“Huh? Why me? Why can’t you?” She backed away, turning to concoct another drink up for you, loosening you up to ask for her favour most likely.

“Sure I could. But..he seems to have taken a liking to a certain mercenary sitting at my bar.” Suddenly your drink caught in your throat. With flushed cheeks you moved your almost empty cup up to your lips to hide your face as much as possible from anybody listening in. That was crazy. Cloud didn’t feel anything for anybody, except maybe…you thought for Tifa? With her back still turned she let out a small laugh, and you could feel the smile burning on her face.

“That’s not funny Tifa.” Quickly she turned to face you, startling you enough to set your drink down onto the surface of the bar, as she pointed an accusatory finger at you.

“And I’m not joking. It’s so obvious. He is the nicest to you out of all of us,” she turned to grab the drink and then returned to hand it to you, “Plus he does literally everything you ask him to for FREE, you think he does that to all of us? No way.” If you thought about it long enough, she might be right. You could think of a couple examples of Cloud maybe showing you a little more attention then the rest of the group.

He had walked you home from the bar almost every night for the past year that you had known him. Without fail. Without asking. “Girls like you shouldn’t walk around at night by themselves, it’s not safe.”

“I’m completely capable of walking myself home Cloud”.

“I know”

You would have a little too much to drink or none at all, completely sober and capable of walking yourself down the short street of the slums to your apartment. Didn’t matter, he was still walking you home.

Cloud had never once used the excuse that it was because he lived right above you, and even if he had you would be able to easily tell he was lying because he wouldn’t go home after dropping you at yours.

There was even that one time where you laid your head down on the surface of the bar for five minutes and had woken up in your bed the next morning unsure of how you had even got there, perhaps Cloud avoiding you the next day had nothing to do with that.

Sometimes, when a guy would shoot an inappropriate comment in your direction, Cloud’s cheekbones would become more prominent. Why was he clenching his jaw? And why did he suddenly seem all pouty? You never paid much attention to them anyways and carried on with your day without being bothered by a sleazy guy in the street. Maybe it was simply coincidence that Cloud would always disappear for a couple hours after, without a good excuse or just leaving with a prompt, “I’ll see you later, I have something to take care of.”

However those guys did seem to always end up coming to you with some sort of apology later that day or even the next, roughed up and clearly not there out of free will.

And when you would ask him to do certain things for you that somebody had asked of him the same day. Tifa was right, he never asked you for payment, you couldn’t even remember a time he had accepted payment from you.. Every time you tried to pay him he refused it, pushing it back towards you. “Let's count it as a favor and say you owe me one.” Your face would scrunch up in annoyance but it would fade just as quickly as it had appeared when a barely noticeable smile would upturn Cloud's lips and his eyes would brighten the smallest bit.

“Who knew someone could have such a nice smile when they're all moody and scary all the time.”

“You think I’m scary?” Cloud seemed to make a habit out of smiling around you after that day.

The sound of Tifa’s soft laughter had brought you back to the conversation happening in front of you, her eyes were staring into yours and you could feel your cheeks warm at her catching you daydreaming.

“Thinking about Cloud?” You opened your mouth to retort but another voice interrupted you before you could.

“Who’s thinking about me?” You were mortified, spinning in your chair to see Cloud approaching the bar, most likely coming to collect Tifa for their run to see who needed help. A job that you, unfortunately, had forgotten before he had made his presence known.

“Just your favourite girl seated at my bar.” Tifa gleamed, grin wide and it only grew wider when she looked between your faces. You were flushed, embarrassed, eyes full of maybe anger and a want to hide from the earth. Cloud tried to be stoic, but he gave away his true feelings by the obvious pink tint to his cheeks and the way his mouth opened as he looked towards you. Words caught in both of your throats.

“I won’t be going with you today because I have some extra stuff to do around the bar. Is it okay if y/n goes in my place?”

“Uhhh..” Clouds hesitation made you want to crumble into a ball. If Tifa was right , and he did like you, then why wouldn’t he say yes right away?

“I don’t have to, honestly! I can finish up for you here Tifa!” She’s shot daggers into you with her eyes.

“We’ll whoever’s coming with me, make it quick.” He stared between the two of you, face blank , before turning to go outside. You turned back to look at Tifa not waiting to hear the door close.

“What the hell are you trying to do?” It was your turn to shoot daggers into Tifa.

“Just go with him, why is it any different than any other time?” In her hands she held a dirty class, wiping it down with a washcloth cloth as she spoke to you.

“Because Tifa now you’ve put this stupid idea in my head that maybe, and that’s a pretty big maybe, Cloud Strife might be feeling the same things I do.” She looked at you, concern rolling around in her eyes, and she looked like she was about to speak but you cut her off.

“No. Seriously Tifa, I’m tired of you making it seem like me and Cloud might ever be anything other than co-workers. I can’t keep getting my hopes up over the same guy, and you're really not helping.” Her face was soft now, eyes full of pity before they shuffled towards the door.

“What’s that look for?” You turned your body to follow her eyes. It occurred to, when you met his wide eyes, that you had not actually heard Cloud leave the bar.

“I’ll be waiting..uhh..outside.” Cloud let out an awkward, silence breaking cough before letting himself out the door.

“You are joking. This isn’t real. That didn’t happen. Why’d you let me spew like that?”

“I tried to stop you!” Before you could get any angrier at her she took your hands in hers and spoke before you. “I know that right now, in your head, the whole world just crumbled around you. But you should’ve seen the way Clouds face lit up. It was subtle but it was there.”

You went to speak but her finger met your lips. “Trust me. Go with him, and talk to him about this. Do not leave it.”

A sigh left your lips, tickling her finger enough to pull it away from yours lips, “What if you're wrong Tifa?”

“If I’m wrong, free drinks for a year AND I’ll take over for you on every job with Cloud.” You gave her a somber nod and slipped from the barstool, dragging your feet out the door.

Just as he had said he would be, Cloud stood not far from the door. From where you stood, and you weren’t entirely certain if you were seeing it right, but his cheeks seemed to be gleaming with an unfamiliar red color. As the door closed behind you, Cloud looked over, trying to hide the color blooming on his face.

“Let’s go, I wanna get this done before the sun goes down.” He moves down the stairs quickly before you even get a chance to respond and your heart sinks but you follow after him anyways, heart in your stomach.

The whole ordeal took the two of you maybe an hour and a half, but it felt much much longer. Silence overtook the two of you, both of you being much too stubborn to say the first word, so you worked in complete silence.

When the job was done you almost slumped over in relief, but your heart had been sinking farther and farther in your body the longer it went on, and it was starting to affect you.

“Hey Cloud,” the first words spoken between you for the last two hours, “I’m gonna head home if you don’t need anything else.” You couldn’t even hold eye contact, embarrassment burning your face.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” You looked up to where his mako tainted eyes were already burning into you, “But I’m still going to. We need to talk.” And with the words, you were sure you could throw up, heart fully sunk now.

What was there to talk about? How he didn’t feel the same and Tifa had been leading you astray for months?

You walked silently beside him, skin crawling as you waited for him to say something.

“I don’t think you’re getting your hopes up.” Hesitating, you looked up from your feet and tried to scan his face, but he was glued forwards.

“What?”

“C’mon don’t make me repeat it. You’re a smart girl, are you gonna wait for me to spell it out?” He shot a glance towards you and you were sure you saw it. He was red. Definitely not as red as you but the color was there!

Your heart returned back to your chest, almost tripping over your feet as you followed his quick pace. He was a man on a mission, always, and his steps were so hard to match. “Oh!”

He didn’t say anything for the rest of the walk but he did ensure that you got up to your apartment safely.

“Would you come in for a second?” Cloud hesitated but he followed, closing the door behind him before standing awkwardly with his arms crossed.

You sat on your bed and tried to think of the right words to say.

“I’m sure that Tifa has made it pretty obvious that I have ..romantic.. feelings for you.” Sitting down on the bed was the wrong move, you felt so much smaller than usual looking up at him, and his attention fully on you wasn’t helping much.

“No kidding.” He rolled his eyes but let a small chuckle leave his lips. Cloud was usually so stoic, so serious, and you loved how he was never like that with you. It put a smile on your face.

“Listen y/n,” Cloud moved towards you to sit on the bed beside you, closer than you would’ve expected from him, “I do feel the same.” A wide smile broke out on your face. his expression remained the same.

“But you have to understand something.” And the smile flew from your face. Cloud was now showing emotion, his hand flying to your cheek, with concern flooding his eyes.

“No. Don’t be sad,” His thumb rubbed soft circles against your skin and you weren’t even sure if he was consciously doing it, “I don’t want you to be in danger if we do this. I care about you and if people know that, you could be used to get to me. I can’t do that to you.”

You placed your hand on top of his, his thumb stopping its movement when you made contact, your other hand reaching for the one resting in his lap. “For you, I can be okay with that.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, ever.”

“Hey! I can handle myself pretty well, you know,” His face was still so serious, and it was making you nervous, “Besides I have my own personal bodyguard.” You pushed his shoulder gently, and a small smile broke out on his face.

“Cloud?"

"Hm?"

"Could I..kiss you?” His mouth opened slightly, but he only nodded.

Gently, you placed your hands on the sides of his face and pulled him in until he was close enough. His lips brushed against yours and they parted just a little more, you froze in front of him in a moment of flustered hesitation. Cloud took his chance in that moment and pushed his lips onto yours, still holding your cheek in his large, rough hand.

It was quiet and you would’ve felt nervous, if it wasn’t for Cloud’s hands on your skin keeping you so stuck in the monet, and his surprisingly soft lips still held against you.

When he pulled away, his face was still centimeters from your face with your lips still touching slightly, and you almost crumbled from looking into his blown out eyes. You were certain that you looked the same way, your pupils always seemed to be huge when you looked at him anyways.

“I promise I will always protect you.”

“Always?” His hand found yours, holding your fingers within his own, as gently as he could.

“Forever and always.”

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hewwo :)

may i please have colours splitting and gushing over the reader in a pining way u_u

- bestie anon

Yes, you may! Thank you for asking so nicely.

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It was cold and dark and Four was supposed to be next on watch but he couldn’t sleep. His sides itched, his head hurt and he felt hot and cold all over. The world was spinning even if he was lying down and he was having trouble putting his thoughts together in a cohesive manner.

He worried that he was sick but he knew what the actual problem. Or rather- he knew what the solution was to this issue.

He groaned and sat up. His head kept spinning even as he reached for his sword.

“Four?” Your voice rang out. He turned to look at you but regretted it almost instantly.

“Are you ok?” You were by his side in seconds. “Do you need help?”

“Get me up.” He groans and you don’t hesitate to to do as he asks.

You both hobble over to the tree line, far from the group. He pushes you away. You protest. He doesn’t let you before he dry heaves into the tree roots. You whine and step away, giving him the needed space.

“Go back to watch the others.” Four coughs out. “I just need a moment.”

“Four- Link-”

“I think I just ate something bad.” The boy turns his head, trying to smile in your direction but his lose of perception makes it harder than it should be. “I just need a moment.”

“...Ok... If you say so... I’ll be waiting for you to come back, ok?”

“Awesome. Thanks.” Four nods and moves away from the tree, further into the darkness, and away from ear shot.

He finds a small clearing and steadies his stance. With practiced movements he raises his sword above his head and closes his eyes. Bright light covers the immediate area and the pressure in his whole body lessens.

Soon, there are four of him standing side by side, and he can breathe properly again.

“Oh thank god!” Blue groans, louder than he should have and collapses on the ground, throwing himself backwards. “I didn’t think we were going to make it. That was awful. Let’s never do that again.”

“Agree.” Vio takes a deep breath and slowing sits himself on the ground. A hand comes up to his temple to rub small circles there. He looks pained. “I feel like my head is still spinning. But we can’t stay like this for long. We unfortunately had a witness.”

“But they’re so nice.” Red rubs his arms up and down against each other. His nose and cheeks are a bit rosey. The poor boy is colder than he would like to be it seems. “Besides, we made them worry. Let’s just fix ourselves and try to get back.”

“Yeah, that sounds like the best course of action.” Green groans as well, leaning against the tree for support. He’s a bit hotter than he’d like to admit but that can be fixed by simple removing some of his layers. He’s more worried about the others and their problems.

Not to mention that he wants to get back to you as soon as possible. You looked so worried about him.

Blue takes deep and long breaths before he rolls over on his side. “I feel like I’m going to vomit.”

Vio looks up and looks at everyone. “We’re sick.”

“No kidding.”

“You don’t say.”

Red whines.

Vio scoffs and shakes his head. “Not being honest with ourselves is what typically leads us to this mess time and time again. Why don’t we tell them? I don’t know how long we can keep hiding it for.”

“No.” Green shucks his shirt off, tired of the over heating. “They do enough for us. I don’t want to see another worry pool in those pretty little eyes of their again.”

“Their eyes sure are pretty.” Red smiles, sitting down at last. “Like the purest gemstones I’ve ever seen. Literally crystal clear.”

Blue smiles and he lifts his arm to prop himself up ever so slightly. “Or when they blush. Isn’t it the best thing you’ve ever seen?”

“Obviously. But I’m like their laugh more. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone laugh with restraint before. Like they’re holding back. I think we have to somehow break them. I want to see them laugh fully and without any control over it.” Green smirks. “I’ve been thinking about how to do it.”

“Let me know when you have your plan.” Red chuckles. “I’ll help with that.”

“Great!”

“I doubt you’ve ever paid attention to the little faces they make when they’re concentrating though.” Vio smiles.

Red beams and jumps in place. “Oh, when their tongue sticks out. It’s the cutest! I love it!”

Vio snorts even as he flinches. His head is still bothering him. “Yes, that’s exactly what I was talking about. Glad to know we’re on the same page.”

Green laughs a bit and takes his headband off too for good measure. “Or how they wave their hands around like one of puppets from the town square when they’re telling a good story?”

“It is rather amusing.”

Blue sighs and curls up tighter. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to merge back anytime soon. This is really bad.”

“You want to vomit?”

“I don’t want to but I do feel like I’m going to huck something up.” Blue groans again and swallows audibly.

Red frowns and places his cheek in his fist. “We could ask for their help.”

“No.”

“They’re already awake. They already know we’re in bad shape.” Red continues. “Besides, they’re caring. They care about us.”

Green blows out a razzberry. “More than they should, I say.”

Silence.

“They’re going to do it anyway,,. aren’t they?”

“Yup.”

“Most likely.”

“Without a doubt.”

“Then we tell them we’re sick and nothing else.” Green fans himself with his hand and wipe the back of his wrist against his forehead. He’s still warm. But he’s beginning to cool. He suspects it’s the sweat that’s collecting by his hair line.

“I want to hold their hand.” Red says after a beat. “Do you think they’ll play with our hair?”

“If we ask or in general?”

“Would it be weird if we asked?”

“Screw it. If it was anyone else, yes.” Blue sits up and reaches for the abandoned sword by his side. “But I think we can afford our selves a few luxuries and save ourselves a bit of embarrassment if we let them take care of us.”

“That sounds heavenly.” Vio smiles wider. “I don’t mind that one bit.”

“Green?”

Green pauses, already feeling better than the others before him. “They’re going to ask us what happened to us.”

“We tell them we’re sick. No questions asked.” Vio shrugs. “It’s not a lie.”

“We’re keeping secrets.” Green frowns.

“Everyone is keeping secrets.”

“But they deserve to know this isn't any normal illness.”

“With time.” Red says patiently. “You’re right but not here and not like this.”

Blue sits up fully and moves to stand. “I’m not 100% back but if we’re agreeing on this then we’re going to have to head back to camp. And get our little mini mouse to make sure he don’t pitch ourselves into the nearest tree.”

Green follows suit, if only to make sure Blue doesn’t fall over from the way he’s crouched over himself. He holds his sword out, helping Bleu to do the same and other two don’t waste time.

“On three.”

“Four.”

“Five.”

“Why are we like this?”

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soft praise and legend ? Noice

Praising Pink-Haired Legend (NSFW)

Synopsis: “Displeased” was an understatement for how Legend felt about his new hair. After the others’ teasing, you did your best to make it up to him.

Contains: Minor comic spoilers, gender-neutral reader, nsfw, dry humping, neck-kissing, mentions of hickeys, implications of insecurity and a praise kink

Word Count: 639

Soft sounds of pleasure and content filled the room; low moans and breathy sighs filling the air as you worked Legend’s neck.

His head laid back as you kissed him, perched comfortably on his lap. You made sure to leave any marks below the collar, knowing the last thing he needed right now was more attention from the guys.

He sighed, and as you kissed up towards his jaw, your hand curled into his hair.

“So handsome… Pink really suits you, baby…” Your words were low and soft, spoken right under his ear. He couldn’t help but groan and squeeze your waist as you did so.

“Sh…Shut up…” He mumbled, but his eyes were closed in content, and the way he turned his head only invited more kissing.

You smiled. “I’m serious…” A kiss to his ear. “I love it.” A gentle suck on the lobe. “You’re gorgeous…”

That pulled a whimper from him. Legend was never the type to roll over and be submissive, but he couldn’t resist being praised and kissed on.

It was something, whether he even knew it himself, that he craved deeply. He had given so many years, blood sweat and tears to do good and yet received such little thanks in return. He could cope with it all he wanted, pushing others away and saying he wasn’t lonely, but being loved and appreciated? Truthfully, it was like a drug to him.

Even for trivial things. Especially for trivial things, it gave him so much pleasure to be praised. To be told that he did good; that he was good. Even now, as you pressed gentle kisses to his skin and told him you liked the atrocious hair color, the mark of his own weakness, he felt happy.

More than happy. His head felt like it was full of cotton as you kissed his jaw and ran your fingers through too-long locks.

He felt like he was on a cloud, and you were simply pulling him along, guiding him through such sweet sensations. He loved you. He didn’t tell you enough. He loved you so much. He should tell you more-

“I- ah…” He could only manage a breathy noise as you rolled your hips against him, his head falling back again.

“You…What?” You smile teasingly as his breathing picks up. “Are sexy? Are turned-on? …Are the most handsome man I have ever seen?”

He only whimpers, squeezing your hips and giving a pathetic lift of his hips against yours.

You smile at the display, and wrap your arms around his neck. You press your lips against his neck again, and give a slow grind. “You look so good in pink, bunny.”

Bunny. He didn’t like that. He didn’t. He hated that. He wasn’t a bunny, he wasn’t cutesy, and he definitely wasn’t tiny and weak.

…So why did hearing you say it make his dick strain in his shorts?

He pants, wrapping his arms around your waist and humping you. You made him so hot. How did you manage to make him feel things that no one else ever could?

He liked the pink. He loved it. He loved hearing you kiss such sugared words into his skin. He’d keep his hair pink for the rest of his life. He’d dye his fucking pubes and pits pink, if just to have you give him one more kiss. One more compliment. He really felt like you were melting his brain from the inside, stripping away everything but the very base desires and sensations. All he could feel or think was pleasure. And it was all because of you.

He squeezed your waist, pulling you closer against him and rolling his hips into you with a noise he’d never admit to making.

And you only smiled, sliding a pillow between the headboard and the wall.

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