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୨୧ my name is didi, i'm mexican, bisexual, 25, and i speak spanish, english and japanese. this is a side to my main blog (i’ll fb from there!) @yawnjunzzn ₊˚୭ ॱ˖

i love reading books and fics, playing videogames & watching tv shows. in love with too many fictional people .ᐟ

masterlist of recommendations. ★

✦ books.

percy jackson and the olympians / heroes of olympus. percy jackson. jason grace. leo valdez. ✦ video games.

the last of us. joel miller, part one. joel miller, part two. joel miller, part three. ellie williams, part one. ellie williams, part two. abby anderson. jesse.

the legend of zelda. link.

red dead redemption. arthur morgan. john marston.

resident evil. leon s. kennedy, part one. leon s. kennedy, part two. claire redfield. jill valentine.

✦ tv shows.

the summer i turned pretty. conrad fisher.

criminal minds. spencer reid, part one. spencer reid, part two. aaron hotchner.

bridgerton. anthony bridgerton.

gilmore girls. jess mariano.

gossip girl. nate archibald.

✦ movies / comics

marvel. bucky barnes. loki laufeyson. peter parker [tasm]. peter parker [mcu]. logan howlett. erik lehnsherr.

dc. clark kent. dick grayson.

how to train your dragon. hiccup haddock.

[kashhira]

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!

ℜ𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡!

[torupng]

THE USUAL

cloud strife x bartender fem!reader.

SUMMARY : cloud gets back after a mission goes sideways and notices the bartender he’s never quite spoken to before knows every one of his favorite drinks by heart.

# drabble.ᐟ⸝⸝ acquaintance!cloud strife ⸝⸝ opening up ⸝⸝ canon compliant ⸝⸝ closed off cloud ⸝⸝ sfw ⸝⸝

the usual quiet shift at 7th heaven had settled in. the place wasn’t packed, just a midweek slump after another reactor run that left half the crew nursing bruises and egos. tifa was in the back sorting stock, barret’s booming laugh had already faded out the door an hour ago with the others, and you, the humble bartender, were wiping down the wooden counter for the third time. calm and consistent, that was your role here. you poured the drinks, listened to the stories if anyone felt like telling them, and stayed out of the crossfire.

you’d noticed cloud the first week he started showing up with the avalanche crew. spiky blond hair, that ridiculous sword propped on his back like it weighed nothing, and eyes that glowed just a little too blue under the dim lights. you’d asked tifa about him once, casual and nothing pushy. “ex-soldier. mercenary type. good in a fight.” she’d said it with that soft smile of hers, but the way she glanced at him told you enough. there was history there. you quickly figured he wasn’t the chatting kind. a brick wall had better odds, probably.

so you didn’t push. you just watched and memorized.

he always took the same stool at the far end, back to the wall, shoulders tense like he expected a fight to break out over cheap beer which was ridiculous. there were rarely ever fights at the 7th heaven. tonight was no different. the door creaked open, cool and smoky slum air slipping in behind him, and there he was, boots heavy on the floorboards with the buster sword on his back like always. he looked worn. the mission had gone sideways again. you could tell from the faint blood on his knuckle and the way his jaw was locked tight.

you didn’t wait for him to speak. that was pointless. you grabbed a glass, poured two fingers of the cheap whiskey, neat with no ice, the way he took it when the weight of whatever shit he carried sat heavier than usual. the bottle clinked softly as you set it down and slid the glass across the counter right as he dropped onto the stool.

cloud’s gloved hand stopped it without looking up. a beat of silence. those mako eyes flicked to the glass, then to you. not surprised exactly, but something close to acknowledgment. most you’d get out of him anyway.

“…thanks.” his voice was low. gruff. like the word cost him effort.

you nodded, keeping your expression easy, and polished another glass to give him space. no big smiles, no small talk. that wasn’t how you played it with him. but a few seconds later you couldn’t help yourself and curiosity got the better of you. “rough one out there?”

he took a slow sip, staring into the amber liquid. “not interested in rehashing it.”

you nodded and shrugged. fair enough. you’d heard that tone before, the cool merc front he put up like armor. you let the quiet stretch, the faint hum of the jukebox in the corner filling the gaps. he didn’t leave though. he never did right away on nights like this. he just sat there, drinking in measured pulls, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit with each one.

a couple regulars filtered in and out. you served them the same way you always did, but your attention kept drifting back. cloud wasn’t brooding at the floor this time. his gaze kept sliding your way, brief and almost reluctant, like he was trying to figure out your angle.

you mixed another without asking when his glass got low, a splash of the darker stuff this time with a twist of whatever cheap citrus tifa kept behind the bar. it matched the mood shift. still guarded, but less “leave me to die in the wastes” and more “i’ll handle it myself, thanks.”

he noticed immediately when you slid the fresh one over. one eyebrow twitched, the closest thing to surprise you’d ever get out of a man like him.

“you’ve been paying attention.” it wasn’t a question. still flat as ever, but not annoyed. that was progress, at least.

you shrugged, casual, leaning on the counter a bit. “kinda hard not to when someone orders the same rotation every time. bad day gets the straight whiskey. coming down from a fight gets the sour edge. figured it was easier than making you ask.”

cloud huffed, almost a laugh but drier than the deserts outside midgar. he spun the glass once in his hand, watching the liquid swirl. “don’t need babysitting.”

“didn’t say you did.” you kept your voice light, no challenge. “just doing my job. and you tip better when you’re not completely wrecked.”

that got a flicker. the corner of his mouth twitched, barely there. he took another drink, then set the glass down with more care than usual. the bar had emptied out again. you lost track of how long it’s been. slow night.

for a long minute, there was silence while you organized the drinks on the self with your back turned to him. then—

“you’re not like the rest of them.” his voice was quieter. not exactly softer, but it was less edged. he didn’t look at you, staring at the shelves instead. “you don’t push. don’t ask stupid questions about SOLDIER crap or the planet.”

you smiled faintly, polishing a glass and setting it down. “pushing a brick wall gets you nowhere. learned that quick.”

he glanced over then. his eyes held yours for a second longer than necessary. something unspoken passed there. recognition, maybe. or just the exhaustion cracking through the facade.

“…yeah.” he finished the second drink, pushed the glass back. stood up, rolling his shoulder like all that talking had tired him out somehow. but he paused, gloved fingers drumming once on the counter. “next time… whatever you think fits. saves me the trouble.”

it wasn’t much. but coming from cloud? it might as well have been a full conversation. he headed for the door without another word, the bell jingling behind him as the door swung shut.

you stared at the empty glass and the cash underneath it, a small warmth settling in your chest despite yourself. brick wall, sure. but even bricks had cracks if you waited long enough.

[lilacgrayskies]

༄.° where's everyone going? bingo?

!!WORKS MAY INCLUDE NSFW CONTENT!!

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— love and deepspace

— jujutsu kaisen

— resident evil

— blue lock

— final fantasy vii

© lilacgrayskies on tumblr

dividers from @/pixopix

[lilacgrayskies]

☁︎⋅ BIKE

[SUM] — cloud lets you ride his bike

[TAGS] — SMUT, fluff :D, mildly ooc (ac cloud in remake world), piv, unprotected sex, doggystyle, premature ejaculation, outdoor sex, cloud whimpers

[A/N] — I miss playing ff7

when cloud handed you the keys, you thought he was joking. you stared at them as he dangled them in front of you. “you’re serious?” 

cloud shrugged, his expression not changing from his usual aloof one. “you said you wanted to.”

“yeah, that was before I realized you liked this bike.”

fenrir wasn’t just any motorcycle, it was cloud’s motorcycle. unlike shinra bikes, which were mass-produced and military grade, fenrir was different. it was heavier, lower, and much smoother thanks to cloud’s modifications. if anything, cloud treated it more like a companion than a vehicle (you’ve heard him talk to it before)(we don’t talk about it).

“it’s just a bike.”

you blinked at him. “you literally rebuilt the whole engine yourself.”

“...maybe I like keeping my hands busy.”

you brushed your fingers against the compartment edges, appreciating the silky black design. 

“you’re really letting me?” you asked once more. 

cloud sighed, already tossing you the keys. “if I thought you’d wreck it, I wouldn’t.”

you slid onto the seat, suddenly more aware of how much bigger the bike actually is. cloud circled around, hopping on behind you.

“what are you doing?” you asked, a hint of panic in your voice.

“relax, you’re still driving.”

“with you on it…?!”

“it’ll help you learn faster.”

the extra weight shifts the bike, causing cloud to plant his feet against the pavement to keep it steady. you were hyperaware of how close he was. his front pressed against your back, his hands reaching to cover yours.

“hands here,” he said quietly, guiding your grip to the handle bars.

once the engine hummed to life, you sucked in a breath. it began to travel at a steady pace. cloud’s hand rested against the metal beneath your stomach to balance himself. 

“you’re doing good,” he said by your ear. you can feel the truffles of his hair brushing against your temple.

over time, you grew more comfortable with the throttle, your speed matching cloud’s casual night drives. you navigated through the quieter streets on the outskirts of midgar, passing by closed down shops and abandoned shinra warehouses. every now and then, cloud would point out a smoother path, void of pedestrians.

when you bring the bike to a smooth stop at an empty road, you let out the breath you had been holding. “that was so cool!” you smiled.

cloud climbed off first, the corners of his mouth lifted into a small smile. 

“sooo, can I drive all the way home?” you asked hopefully.

cloud looked at you and considered it, but the sun was starting to set and he didn’t want to push you too far on your first run. “...not today.”

you groaned. 

“you’ll get there one day,” he chuckled, swinging a leg over fenrir. you climb on behind him this time, wrapping your arms around his waist.

instead of turning towards seventh heaven, cloud heads down a narrow road that branches away from the main highway.

“wrong way,” you pointed out.

“no.”

“you know where you’re going?”

“I do.”

the mass infrastructure gradually turned into quiet hills, patches of greenery slowly surrounding you. after another fifteen minutes, more trees appeared and cloud slowed onto the narrow dirt path tucked behind a curtain of timber. the trail climbed up into a secluded overlook.

from there, you could see midgar glowing steadily in the evening light. every sector was illuminated like scattered stars, all connected to the brewing reactors around the edge. at this distance, the city’s harsh cracks softened into something peaceful.

cloud shut off the engine and lets the silence envelop you.

“...why’d you bring me here?” you murmured, climbing off the bike.

“figured we’d end your first lesson somewhere worth remembering.”

you smiled softly, turning to face him. he instinctively pulled you in closer, his hand resting on your hip. 

“who knew cloud strife could be such a romantic?” you teased.

“alright, knock it off,” he said. there was no real heat in his tone, but a soft pink hue was creeping up his cheeks. he leaned back against the bike, his hand moved to the nape of your neck before he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

it was rare for you two to have time alone like this. between seventh heaven and avalanche duties, you haven’t gone beyond the occasional hand holding, maybe a kiss on the cheek if you were lucky.

you could tell cloud was feeling it too, his kisses going from soft and gentle to eager and desperate. when you pulled away, his lips still reached for you. his eyes fluttered open, the soft blues illuminated with desire.

“I’m starting to think you had an ulterior motive to bringing me out here.”

“maybe I did,” he said, slipping his gloves off before cradling your face and pulling you back in.

the last remnants of his usual restraint melted away, replaced by the deep, heavy hunger that built up over time. his lips parted against yours, his tongue drinking you in as if he’d been starving for this moment. a soft sigh escaped you, making cloud groan in approval.

his hand slid down from your jaw, tracing the line of your throat before settling at the waistband of your shorts. you tangled your fingers in the spikes of his hair, pulling him in closer. cloud moaned against your lips, slowly giving in to your advances. 

when he finally pulled away, he didn’t stop. his mouth moved down your jaw, pressing slow kisses along your neck. you tilted your head back, a quiet gasp spilling from your lips as his teeth grazed your collarbone.

“I want you,” he whispered.

your pants came off in seconds. cloud stood behind you as you bent over the rider seat. your fingers dug into the cushion as his thumb stroked between your dripping folds.

“cloud…please, just put it in already,” you whined. you could hear him suck in a breath. his hands smoothed over your ass before he slowly slid inside. 

“sh-shit…” he stuttered. a violent tremble ran through his body once he bottomed out, burying himself deep in your heat.

after being apart for so long, you were so sensitive. your cunt clenched around him, pulsing rhythmically as you tried not to cum. cloud wasn’t bearing well either, his body curling over yours, his forehead meeting your shoulder as his fingers dug into your hips with a bruising grip.

“c’mon, cloud, don’t tell me you’re gonna blow just from putting it in,” you chuckled, choking back a moan.

never backing down from a challenge, he pulled all the way out until it was just the tip…then pushed back in, to the hilt. cloud whimpered into your ear, his hands trembling as spurts of his cum filled you up. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whined against your neck, slowly thrusting again until his cock was hard and thick once more.

you sucked in a breath as every thrust reached deeper than the last, stretching you open. once the pricks of overstimulation subsided, cloud stood up straight and began building a rhythm. his head tipped back as he let his instincts take over.

“mmm~ cloud…!” your voice hitched as he drove in deep, hitting the sweet, rubbery spot inside you. 

he let out a low, deep growl in response, his hand pushing against your lower back as he picked up the pace. you could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he moved. the leather seat beneath you grew soiled from your combined slick.

“you’re so tight,” he choked out. his thrusts became shorter, harder, and more desperate as he began to lose his grip. “I can’t— I’m not gonna last long if you—ngh~!— if you keep squeezing me like that…”

‘don’t stop,” you whined, tilting your hips back into his touch. “cloud, please.”

that did it for him. a sharp gasp tore from his throat as he plunged in one last time. your cunt squeezed him tight, pulling him in deeper as your orgasm washed over you. cloud whimpered as his body collapsed over yours. 

the heavy, frantic rush slowly subsided, leaving behind a lingering warmth. for a moment, neither of you moved. slowly, he pulled back, the separation causing a rush of cool wind to brush against your hot skin. 

you let out a soft whine as cloud cleaned you up the best he could before slipping your bottoms back on. your knees buckled slightly, but his strong arms caught you wordlessly. he rested you against the passenger seat as he slipped his gloves back on. 

“we should head back,” he breathed out, giving you a knowing look. although trying to appear serious and composed, you could see the lingering traces of your endevours through the sweat on his forehead and the flush of his cheeks.

“y-yeah…” you nodded.

cloud gave you a soft smile, kissing your temple before climbing on and starting the engine.

masterlist

© lilacgrayskies on tumblr

{dividers from @/cursed-carmine}

[torupng]

THE USUAL

cloud strife x bartender fem!reader.

SUMMARY : cloud gets back after a mission goes sideways and notices the bartender he’s never quite spoken to before knows every one of his favorite drinks by heart.

# drabble.ᐟ⸝⸝ acquaintance!cloud strife ⸝⸝ opening up ⸝⸝ canon compliant ⸝⸝ closed off cloud ⸝⸝ sfw ⸝⸝

the usual quiet shift at 7th heaven had settled in. the place wasn’t packed, just a midweek slump after another reactor run that left half the crew nursing bruises and egos. tifa was in the back sorting stock, barret’s booming laugh had already faded out the door an hour ago with the others, and you, the humble bartender, were wiping down the wooden counter for the third time. calm and consistent, that was your role here. you poured the drinks, listened to the stories if anyone felt like telling them, and stayed out of the crossfire.

you’d noticed cloud the first week he started showing up with the avalanche crew. spiky blond hair, that ridiculous sword propped on his back like it weighed nothing, and eyes that glowed just a little too blue under the dim lights. you’d asked tifa about him once, casual and nothing pushy. “ex-soldier. mercenary type. good in a fight.” she’d said it with that soft smile of hers, but the way she glanced at him told you enough. there was history there. you quickly figured he wasn’t the chatting kind. a brick wall had better odds, probably.

so you didn’t push. you just watched and memorized.

he always took the same stool at the far end, back to the wall, shoulders tense like he expected a fight to break out over cheap beer which was ridiculous. there were rarely ever fights at the 7th heaven. tonight was no different. the door creaked open, cool and smoky slum air slipping in behind him, and there he was, boots heavy on the floorboards with the buster sword on his back like always. he looked worn. the mission had gone sideways again. you could tell from the faint blood on his knuckle and the way his jaw was locked tight.

you didn’t wait for him to speak. that was pointless. you grabbed a glass, poured two fingers of the cheap whiskey, neat with no ice, the way he took it when the weight of whatever shit he carried sat heavier than usual. the bottle clinked softly as you set it down and slid the glass across the counter right as he dropped onto the stool.

cloud’s gloved hand stopped it without looking up. a beat of silence. those mako eyes flicked to the glass, then to you. not surprised exactly, but something close to acknowledgment. most you’d get out of him anyway.

“…thanks.” his voice was low. gruff. like the word cost him effort.

you nodded, keeping your expression easy, and polished another glass to give him space. no big smiles, no small talk. that wasn’t how you played it with him. but a few seconds later you couldn’t help yourself and curiosity got the better of you. “rough one out there?”

he took a slow sip, staring into the amber liquid. “not interested in rehashing it.”

you nodded and shrugged. fair enough. you’d heard that tone before, the cool merc front he put up like armor. you let the quiet stretch, the faint hum of the jukebox in the corner filling the gaps. he didn’t leave though. he never did right away on nights like this. he just sat there, drinking in measured pulls, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit with each one.

a couple regulars filtered in and out. you served them the same way you always did, but your attention kept drifting back. cloud wasn’t brooding at the floor this time. his gaze kept sliding your way, brief and almost reluctant, like he was trying to figure out your angle.

you mixed another without asking when his glass got low, a splash of the darker stuff this time with a twist of whatever cheap citrus tifa kept behind the bar. it matched the mood shift. still guarded, but less “leave me to die in the wastes” and more “i’ll handle it myself, thanks.”

he noticed immediately when you slid the fresh one over. one eyebrow twitched, the closest thing to surprise you’d ever get out of a man like him.

“you’ve been paying attention.” it wasn’t a question. still flat as ever, but not annoyed. that was progress, at least.

you shrugged, casual, leaning on the counter a bit. “kinda hard not to when someone orders the same rotation every time. bad day gets the straight whiskey. coming down from a fight gets the sour edge. figured it was easier than making you ask.”

cloud huffed, almost a laugh but drier than the deserts outside midgar. he spun the glass once in his hand, watching the liquid swirl. “don’t need babysitting.”

“didn’t say you did.” you kept your voice light, no challenge. “just doing my job. and you tip better when you’re not completely wrecked.”

that got a flicker. the corner of his mouth twitched, barely there. he took another drink, then set the glass down with more care than usual. the bar had emptied out again. you lost track of how long it’s been. slow night.

for a long minute, there was silence while you organized the drinks on the self with your back turned to him. then—

“you’re not like the rest of them.” his voice was quieter. not exactly softer, but it was less edged. he didn’t look at you, staring at the shelves instead. “you don’t push. don’t ask stupid questions about SOLDIER crap or the planet.”

you smiled faintly, polishing a glass and setting it down. “pushing a brick wall gets you nowhere. learned that quick.”

he glanced over then. his eyes held yours for a second longer than necessary. something unspoken passed there. recognition, maybe. or just the exhaustion cracking through the facade.

“…yeah.” he finished the second drink, pushed the glass back. stood up, rolling his shoulder like all that talking had tired him out somehow. but he paused, gloved fingers drumming once on the counter. “next time… whatever you think fits. saves me the trouble.”

it wasn’t much. but coming from cloud? it might as well have been a full conversation. he headed for the door without another word, the bell jingling behind him as the door swung shut.

you stared at the empty glass and the cash underneath it, a small warmth settling in your chest despite yourself. brick wall, sure. but even bricks had cracks if you waited long enough.

[midgarangel]

ꗃ plaything | cloud strife ☁️

summary: pretty much a sequel to “i could use your help.”

contents: nsfw! cloud strife x fem reader, movie night, full on switch cloud lets gooo, choking, penetration, more whimpering whaaa who said that!? fake jealous needy reader who just wants an excuse to give cloud hickeys.

words: 2.5k

—

His room was much more illuminated considering the amount of candles you made him. It had been a week since your spontaneous night with Cloud. Right now he was on an outing with Jessie, something about finding more supplies for the next few missions. Meanwhile you were spinning in his desk chair waiting for him to come back.

There was laughter and conversation coming from down the hall. Soon a key entered the lock and in came the man of the hour.

“Night Cloud!!!!” Jessie shouted.

“Night Jessie.” He walked in, closed the door, and took a long inhale, sniffing the room. Happy to see you here, he knew you’d be here.

“Vanilla?”

“Yeah. Do you like it?” You asked waiting for his approval, kicking your feet back and forth.

“S-alright.” He hung up his armor then rummaged for loungewear. Settling on some gray sweats and a black t-shirt. You shamelessly watched him undress then get dressed.

“Eyes up here.” He said shaking his head smirking.

You rolled your eyes playfully,

“..You know she has a crush on you right?”

“Jessie?”

“Yes Cloud, who else?”

“You sound jealous.”

“Wha- I-”

“Someone’s jealous.”

He adjusted his clothes then walked over to you. pinching your cheek and popping a chocolate in his mouth. You brought chocolate? How sweet. Noting you were wearing a cute sleep set too. Something about your outfits really got him going.

“Am not…just…she’s pretty obvious. ”

“You have nothing to worry about.” Cloud said chuckling, now caressing your face. You fell into his touch.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

—

About 45 minutes into the movie you were getting a bit bored. Even though you loved the movie currently on, practically begging Cloud to give it a chance, you couldn’t focus.

Especially because of the position you both were in. You sat in between his legs up against his chest. Popcorn bowl on your lap, he’d reach for some. Seemingly very interested in the movie you chose.

His other hand resting on your stomach, close to where you wanted him to touch you most.

“Aw man I hope he gets out of the cave.” Cloud said as he grabbed some more popcorn.

You knew the scene he was referring to, you had seen it already. Instead your mind was coming up with ways to distract him. You wiggled a little pretending to get comfy.

Cloud laughed at the next scene.

“Yeah he’s done for. No way they’re getting out of there.”

And so were you. You were aching, this was torture.

You wiggled a bit more, this time turning over on your side so your cheek was on his chest.

“All good?” He asked looking down at you.

“Mhm.” You replied tracing the veins on his arms, then his hands.

He was invested in the movie but couldn’t help but wonder what you were up to.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Admiring.”

Admiring?

“My arm?”

“And your hand.”

“Right.” He flexed his arm for you jokingly.

You wanted to bite him at this point. He was driving you insane.

“Kinda want them on me.” You said quietly.

“Oh.”

Oh?

You got up sitting on your heels still inbetween him. Essentially blocking his view of the movie.

He gasped a little when you gave him a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth. Straddling him, you guided one of his hands to your hip and the other to your neck, urging him to squeeze a bit.

He raised an eyebrow at you, hesitant to do it. You made a noise he wanted to hear all night. Very turned on by his hand around your throat. Then with a smile you took your hand and placed it on his neck, not choking just yet.

“Is this ok?”

Cloud nodded fervently. Your pretty, little fingertips wrapping around him, feeling his rapid pulse against your hand.

“You’re enjoying this yeah?” He could tell you were, he just wanted to hear you say it.

“So are you.” You rebutted not giving him the satisfaction.

You held his neck a little tighter then let go making him shamelessly gasp. Tracing his lips then his jawline, all the way to his neck you just had your hand on.

“Cloud you’re so pretty.”

He was blushing but you couldn’t tell with how dark the room was.

You kissed his neck a bit, he sighed into it. Still grinding on him here and there, the movie was forgotten at this point, playing in the background.

“Wanna mark you…” You said hazily, still kissing and licking his neck.

You heard a strained ‘Fuck’ fall from his lips. He couldn’t fucking breathe. He was seeing stars.

“Wanna make Jessie jealous.”

“She’s just a f-friend..”

Of course she was. You knew she was. But it couldn’t hurt to let her assume Cloud was taken just by glancing at his neck on their next mission right?

“Wanna make you my plaything.” Was the last thing you said.

His hands holding your hips tighter once he felt you suck. One hickey right under his ear, the other on the side of his neck.

The realization has a cute moan leaving his lips as he feels hot all over at your debaunched behavior. He wanted to do the same to you, maybe later.

“Plaything?” Cloud asked.

You nodded watching his next move.

He took your hand back toward his throat, guiding it there, his own fingers pressing yours into place.

“Do it again… harder this time.”

Your stomach flipped, a mix of nerves and something electric sparking through you. Curling your fingers around his neck, feeling the pulse thudding under your grip. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, watching you, daring you.

You tightened your hold just enough. His head tipped back, a low groan rumbling out of him, eyes fluttering half-shut.

“l-like that? i-is that fine?” You whispered, unsure but caught up in the way he was looking at you, like you’d just unlocked something he didn’t even know he wanted.

“More than fine…” He breathed, hands digging into your thighs, urging you closer. “Please don’t stop.”

Keeping a steady pace as your hips grind over his, it felt delicious. Though it was getting hot and your clothes were acting as barriers.

He groans, leaning back down, nosing against the soft spot beneath your jaw. He doesn’t wanna stop but he’s so painfully hard against your shorts he's fucking leaking.

“..Can you lay down for me?”

His tough demeanor melting more and more every time you guys were together. You giggled at his sudden request, lying yourself down underneath him.

Cloud laughed softly. His eyes searching yours while his thumb trailed up the side of your neck to angle your face and give him more access. The way you might look helpless, pinned beneath him like this, but the way he knows you're anything but.

He loves that about you, how you never back down, how you can flip the tables on him. How you end up straddling his hips, your thin fingers, so much stronger than they look, wrapped around his throat. The coolness of your fingertips as you squeeze them gently making his vision blur with want.

But that was a few moments ago, this is different. Half of your clothes discarded somewhere on his floor.

"Fuck," he breathes out.

His erection straining against the inside of his boxers as it presses against your bare abdomen. A lift of your hips is all the indication he needs from you to tell him that you're as desperate for this as he is right now, and so he gingerly begins to slide one of his hands down the front of your shorts.

His touch dips under the waistband, before you can process the sensation, you realize that he's moving down into your panties too. One thing that you are very aware of is the fact that he never tries to break eye contact while he does all of this.

“Ahh.." you moan, your brows pinching up as you feel his warm fingertips brush over your throbbing, sensitive nub.

He was hardly touching you, but it was enough to get the fire roaring within. It was more than enough. He knew all the right ways to touch you. All the right spots to squeeze and caress, which seemed crazy considering you had to guide his hand towards your throat earlier.

He smiles gently, his eyes now moving to gaze down at your lips. The pads of Clouds fingers begin to play with your clit, rubbing soft and incessant circles over the ball of nerves as you start to squirm on the bed.

His head leans back down to kiss your neck and your hands shakily grab onto his shoulders. A laugh escapes him, coating your flesh in a bath of warm air, while he feels your nails dig into him. Even over the fabric of his cotton tee shirt he can feel this, and he winces slightly before the sting of your grip dissolves into pleasure and he starts to moan along with you.

A few more minutes of this continues. The band in your stomach is stretched more and more until it feels like it's about to snap, and then-

"I really need you," Cloud murmurs against your skin, his fingers coming to a pause as he pulls his face from the crook of your neck to look down into your dazed eyes.

You blink a few times, feeling the numbing pressure in your pussy start to fade as he unintentionally edges you.

"Yes..please.. I need you too..” You softly whimper. Your hands reaching up to needily tug at his shirt.

The moment the words leave your mouth, he's letting out soft breathy moans and grinding his clothed pelvis against your thigh. You can feel him throbbing through the fabric, and now you're certain you can't wait much longer. Neither can he.

Your hands pull on his shirt again, forcing his face back down close to yours, "I want you inside of me.."

A groan and a grunt later, he's scrambling to pull his shirt off, and then his sweatpants. His strong calloused hands are gently tugging your shorts down as well. Cloud doesn't want to waste time on the act of undressing. Sure, he liked being tender and going slow most times but now wasn’t the time.

The more that he felt himself leaking into his underwear, the more he needed to feel your pussy grip around his cock.

When your panties are pulled down with your shorts, Cloud lets out a groan as he sees the fabric connecting with your delicate flesh by a glistening string of arousal from your heat.

"You’re unreal." He huffs.

“No you.” You stare back at him adoringly.

His tongue moving to dip out over his bottom lip involuntarily. He pushes your shorts and panties down the rest of the way, and you urgently kick them off onto the room's floor.

After he moves back up, one of his hands reaches down once again to your cunt. His fingers gently brush over your slicked-up folds, causing your body to jolt and shudder as you struggle to remain quiet.

In the next instant, you feel his touch leave your body and you watch in awe as he brings his fingers up to his lips to suck your juices off of them. He rolls your wetness around over his tongue and his eyes roll back a little. He can't help it—you just taste so fucking good.

"Cloud…” You whisper, "c'mon.. just-I want you to-"

You're cut off when the man hovering over your form moves his fingers from his mouth and down to yours, effectively shutting you up.

"Suck," he whispers.

You do as you're told instantly, parting your lips to engulf his middle and ring finger in wet heat; your drool pools over his fingertips as your tongue swirls around them and tastes the mix of his saliva and the remnants of your arousal.

He watches with bated breath as you do this, his eyes never leaving your face, and he can’t stop himself from pushing his hard, clothed dick against your bare cunt. Your eyes flutter. A string of whimpers echo out into the room from your chest, and you can feel more of your wetness slide down from your entrance.

Cloud keeps his fingers in your mouth as he uses his other hand to pull his hard-on out of his black boxer briefs, groaning as he taps your clit with the tip of it a few times. Each time his leaking head touches your sensitive parts, your hips buck up. He didn't think it was physically possible to get as turned on as he was right then.

The feeling of your heady moans around his fingers cause them to vibrate, and he leans down close to your face on instinct.

Your breath catches in your throat. Your eyes blink open and you whimper as he uses his digits to gently force your lips to part so that he can shove his tongue past them. Cloud licks at the inside of your mouth, groaning while he subtly removes his fingers and brings them down to your clit once more.

He slots your bundle of nerves between his index and middle finger, sliding them up and down to effectively stroke over your most sensitive area as you feel his dick prodding at your hole.

While his tongue laps over yours, his mouth eagerly swallowing the obscenely loud moans you're letting out as your climax approaches once again, he begins to slide his tip into you. Your eyes instantly open wide before your face scrunches up in pleasure and your hands desperately paw at his shoulders.

This is what you had been wanting since you turned that beloved yet forgotten movie on earlier.

He slides in another inch and then he bottoms out completely, filling you whole. With his twitching length as he pulls his face back from your lips to gasp softly.

You look up at him as his brows furrow, and you wriggle underneath him as he lets out a soft growl.

"You're so tight-fuck..you feel so good." He murmurs lowly, his eyes on yours as he starts to slide himself slowly back out before thrusting back in.

“Harder? Please Cloud..”

“Yeah?” He smirks, breathing heavily.

“Mhmm..”

He leans up so that his back is straight, and he gazes down at you while he slides his hands under your form to gingerly cup your lower back.. and then he's pounding into you without further warning.

Your back arches up from his hold. Each movement of his hips results in a lewd squelch as his pelvis slaps into the underside of your ass.

He's groaning and moaning above you, watching your every move as you squirm around and take him properly. You wanna be good for him. He can tell. He wants to be good for you too.

Whimpers and needy whines are forced out of you as he fucks you with abandon into the mattress, and your mind is forced back into reality once you feel his hands move from your back to your sensitive tits.

"Are you gonna cum? You're squeezing down on me.” He breathes out, a loud groan cutting his words off as he tips his head back. His thrusts grow sloppier,

"Oh god, oh fff-u-uck.."

"Ye-mmmf..yes.." You hoarsely and brokenly moan out, unable to fully give him an answer. Your hands fist the cool sheets under you as your legs start to involuntarily squeeze together with the onslaught of your impending orgasm.

Cloud brings his head back up to look down at you, and he shakes his head, sliding his hands down from your breasts to your legs to lift them up and spread them apart gently but forcefully.

"Keep them spread.. I know you're close," he says softly to you.

"I promise I'll let you come.. just keep being good for me.. I'm almost there.." He continued.

Once his words fill your fuzzy head, you can't help but let out an obscenely loud—borderline-pornographic—moan as your thighs shake in his hold. His cock slams into you faster, but with less and less precision. He bites his lip before his jaw slacks and he lets out an equally loud moan to accompany your filthy noises.

"You're so fucking pretty... you're so— you feel so damn good," he babbles gruffly, his touch digging into your legs as his hips rashly thrust his throbbing length in and out of your sopping pussy.

You nod, unsure of what to say or how to even respond in the state that your body is in. You're somehow limp and tense at the same time, your body shivering as your back arches up again.

"I— I'm gonna—!" you gasp out in a shaky whimper.

He moans at your words, fucking you deeper and messier, before he leans down over you and you can feel his broad toned chest press against yours.

"Say it.." he breathes out against your ear in a soft groan. His hand reappearing this time on your neck.

You moan deeply, shuddering under him as your cunt starts to rhythmically tighten around him.

"I'm gonna cum," you whine, nearly sobbing.

"Fuck," he groans, "yeah? Say it again for me."

"I'm gonna cummm-!"

"Gonna cum on my dick?"

You nod helplessly, your arms wrapped around his flushed upper back as his cock slides in and out of you, his tip constantly brushing up against that special spot in your velvety walls hidden just a couple inches inside.

Before you can process what's going on, your body is overwhelmed with an overpowering heat as the last thing you distinctly feel is one of Clouds hands moving down your lower abdomen to then rub circles over your swollen bud with his thumb. And that's all it takes — you’re thrown over the edge.

He groans harshly and loudly against your warm skin before his hips stutter with the feeling of your hole pulsing around him. He keeps his digit rubbing incessant, soft circles over your clit to prolong your orgasm as he forces himself to pull out with a gasp.

As you moan tremblingly and bask in your afterglow, you try to catch your breath as you shakily push yourself up onto your elbows just in time to watch Cloud squirt out a thick load over your torso. Rope after rope of sticky white fluid drips and gushes from his cock and between his fingers as he jerks himself off. Whimpering deeply over you and letting out little "fuck’s” and "oh my god’s” and "yes’s.”

He breathes heavily, biting his lip as he watches your body shake. He loves the way his cum looks on your beautiful body.. it's like liquid pearl splattered all over you. He takes several mental pictures of the scene in front of him before he collapses on top of you with a soft grin.

You chuckle breathily, wrapping your arms around him as your warm bodies stick together in the aftermath, and he presses two soft kisses to your neck. One of your hands slides up from between his shoulder blades to run some of your fingers through his messy spiky hair. He shivers and sighs, sliding his hands under your body to hold you closer to him.

A small period of comfortable silence is held between you two as you both work to catch your breaths, before Cloud is the one to break the quiet with a soft murmur into your shoulder.

“That was a great movie.”

“Stopppp!” You said laughingly.

“What? It was! Perfect ending.” He kissed your shoulder.

You and Cloud spent the rest of the night enjoying eachothers company.

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this is my longest fic on this acc so far!! as always, i hope you enjoyed xx <3

[midgarangel]

ꗃ i could use your help | cloud strife ☁️

summary: cloud has a minor injury and just can’t stay away from you.

contents: nsfw! cloud strife x fem reader, cloud silently adores reader, they banter a lot, he loves her outfits, reader also silently adores cloud, mutual pining. switch cloud if you really squint..idk he whimpers here and there.

words: 1.6k (?)

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After a side mission gone wrong, you and Cloud sat in seventh heaven alone decompressing. The air in midgar felt heavy as nightfall hit. Cloud stared at the light bulb above him while your finger danced on the rim of your shot glass.

“Hows your wrist?” you broke the silence.

“Fine. I think.” He responded.

You and Cloud were friends who occasionally flirted with eachother albeit he didn’t act like it in front of the others. It was a weird dynamic but it worked for you guys. He winced as he flexed his wrist, it was sprained for sure.

“Maybe some ice might help?” Cloud watched you as you went behind the bar, focusing on the way your boots made noise against the floor. Ice wrapped up in a cloth, you beckoned cloud to put his wrist on the counter.

“Didn’t have to do this you know.” He winced as you applied pressure, “Clearly I do.” You looked up at him and noticed him staring, a shy smile creeping on your face. He looked away instantly, his cheeks reddening.

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The next evening you were playing darts with Tifa when you both heard a knock at her door. She turned down the music before opening.

“Oh. Hi Cloud!”

“Hey Tifs.” He looked around her room and immediately noticed you sitting on the floor. Hair flowing because of the open window, wearing those same boots.

“Uh..can i borrow you?” Cloud asked as he nodded his head towards the hallway.

“Of course.” Standing in the dim hallway smoothing down your skirt, you waited for Cloud to speak. He looked cute when he was nervous you thought.

“I-I was wondering if you could clean my sword for me?” He pointed to his wrist then began again, “I get it if you don’t wanna-“

“Wheres the thing? In your room?” You asked while already halfway down the hall on your way there.

“Yes.”

Upon entering, you noticed how gray and dim it was; how there weren’t many colors.

“Cloud do you have any candles?”

“Candles? what for?” He took a seat on his bed while you snooped around for them.

“To liven it up a bit in here, it’s very gloomy.”

“Check my nightstand.”

There they were. Soon the room had a yellowy orange hue to it, eventually you started cleaning the infamous sword.

“I’d do it myself but this wrist is really causing problems.” Cloud said as he now laid on his bed looking at the ceiling.

“You know what’s funny?” You said while wiping off a scuff mark.

“What?”

“You get hurt so often but a sprained wrist is what puts you out of commission.” Giggling was all Cloud could hear as he smirked to himself.

He was really enjoying your company but he’d never admit it, plus your laugh sounded like heaven. Getting his mind off of Sephiroth felt impossible along with everything else in the world going to shit. Now his wrist is bothering him to top it off.

“Cloud.” You said his name, getting him out of his thoughts. He sat back up, you were still cleaning with your back turned to him.

“I hope you’re not beating yourself up for getting hurt..I was just joking.”

“I know you were. Don’t worry, I’m not.”

“Good.” You continued shining the weapon.

“Could’ve fooled me though..I wish you would relax more.” Cloud took in your words as he watched you bend down to pick up a tool you had dropped, your skirt giving away what you were wearing underneath, he looked away cursing himself.

You kept speaking, “Even Barrets worried for you believe it or not.”

Cloud chuckled. “What do you do to left off steam?” He asked. Finally you turned to him ready to ramble.

“Hm..i’ll either read in bed with some tea or play guitar. Maybe get a drink, nothing too crazy.” Cloud nodded and looked at the ground. You started again, “Or sometimes ill-” then quickly stopped yourself.

Cloud looked up waiting for you to continue, your face turning beet red. “You’ll what?”

“No-nothing! I wasn’t gonna say anything.” You turned around again pretending to be focused on getting the dirt and grime out of the sword but Cloud wasn’t having it.

“Oh come on now you have to tell me.”

“Not happening.” You replied refusing to turn around. He started snickering.

“You’re gonna make me think more huh..”

“Just forget it.”

“Let me guess at least.”

You both were getting a kick out of this convo even though you seemed embarrassed.

“Fine. Guess.” You turned to him awaiting his answers.

“A shower?”

“No.” He looked at the candles.

“Lighting a candle and watching a movie?”

“…No”

“The only thing left I can think of is rub-“

“Ah!!stop!! don’t finish that sentence.” Surprisingly Cloud threw his head back laughing which was a rare sight.

It made your heartbeat quicken but you weren’t sure if it was from seeing him this way or what you guys were talking about.

“Holy shit. That’s what you couldn’t say!?”

“Cloud...” You fake pouted.

“Everyone does it, even me.” Cloud didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, maybe he was too comfortable around you. Or maybe it was the fact he thinks about you more than he liked to admit.

“Oh yeah?” You challenged him. He nodded nonchalantly. “Mhm…I-I mean now I can’t though because of my wrist.”

Interesting

“That’s the hand you-“

“Yep. Mhm.”

Short answers now but it still wasn’t as awkward as you thought it’d be. You giggled in response.

“I feel bad for you even more now.”

He laughed at that but it was sincere.

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

A beat of silence ensued as you were finishing up with the sword. “I could help if you want.”

Huh? did he hear that right?

“..Fuck did I make it weird? I’m sor-“

“Uh..no-no. It’s just, are you serious?” Cloud wanted to make sure he knew what you meant. You turned around to look at him once more.

“Yes. I care about you Cloud.” He was done for. He thought this might be Sephiroth messing with his head for the thousandth time. You came over to sit with him on his bed, he watched your hips sway in that skirt. So cute and flowy.

“I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. Don’t feel obligated to-”

You rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t be sitting here if I felt pressured, you silly goose.”

Cloud nodded.

“I know how much pressure you’re under every day, that’s a lot for someone..especially you, basically having the world on your shoulders.”

Cloud wanted to pinch himself, he was getting lost in all of this.

“Just wanna make you feel better.” You smile warmly and put your hand on his thigh.

“You’re killing me right now.” He whispered. Slowly leaning in. You pecked him on the lips. They’re soft just like you thought they’d be.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Before you knew it the kiss intensified, You couldn’t help but whine at the fact that this was happening. Pushing him a little onto the bed, straddling him, hips grinding on autopilot as you're submerged in the moment.

He's mesmerised by the sight once you break the kiss, his non sprained hand smoothing up your side then cupping your face tenderly. That action alone made the both of you blush.

You wanted to continue making out but you had a job to do with one goal, make Cloud see stars. His eyes followed you like a lost puppy, getting on the floor, unbuckling his pants as he sat there in a daze. “Wait wait-here.” He grabbed a pillow and sat it down where your knees were. “What a gentleman..” You laughed. “I get that a lo-fuck.” The way you grabbed his dick cut him off.

“I could do this all day you know..drive you crazy with just my touch." Your shoulders shrugged as you stared back and forth between his face and dick.

Cloud couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. He knew you were confident but wow. A soft whimper left his mouth as soon as you licked his tip. You looked up, tongue wetting your lips, pupils blown wide, then you pressed your mouth to the head of his dick, spit already pooling under your tongue.

He groans through his teeth, barely restraining the twitch of his hips. You hum around him, hollowing your cheeks, taking more, until the tip hits the back of your throat and you gag just a little—on purpose.

His hand tangles in your hair immediately, soft but firm. You feel him buck his hips up a bit more, anchoring, letting go of hesitation. Cloud can’t think of anything else with you on the floor giving it your all right now.

“You look so mffhh pretty.” He says as he looks down at you with hooded eyes.

Everything about this is so intimate. Tears prickling the corners of your eyes, your spit coats him and dribbles down your chin. You look a complete mess yet with his dick pulsing against your tongue, you moan around him graciously.

He’s close, you can feel it in the way his thighs tense, in the pressure building in the base of his dick.

He growls something that sounds like your name—maybe not, maybe just a noise of pleasure but you gag around him again, pushing him deeper.

“Look at me..please?” He sighs when you do.

You stick your tongue out while stroking him. His orgasm comes quick, his cum spilling hot and sudden all over your tongue. You swallow, not wasting a drop.

He stifles a groan but it sounds broken, watching your lips kiss him through every twitch. You wipe the corners of your mouth. He looks spent, and finally relaxed. He helps you up.

“I told you you’d kill me.”

You giggled again and sat next to him on his bed.

“You don’t look dead, just really content..like you had too much mako.”

He laughs and kisses you. Cloud just stares at you with so much adoration. You spend the rest of the night together brainstorming on ways to make his room more colorful. His buster sword shines by the door.

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hope you enjoyed xx <3

[blushingmateria]

☁︎𝜗𝜚 One Too Many | Cloud Strife 𝜗𝜚☁︎

-18+ content ahead minors please do not interact-

Pairing: Cloud Strife x female reader

Summary: After a night of drinks at Seventh Heaven, the rest of Avalanche drift home one by one until you and Cloud are left alone. Drunk and overconfident, you confess the feelings you’ve kept hidden, and though Cloud tries to restrain himself, his walls crumble.

Warnings: Loss of male virginity, explicit sexual content (graphic depictions of foreplay, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), and p in v sex), unprotected sex, alcohol consumption/intoxication, cursing, creampie...

(this was briefly proofread so i apologize if i missed anything!)

Word Count: 3.9k

The night had stretched on longer than anyone planned. Seventh Heaven was a mess - empty glasses everywhere, half-drunk beers abandoned on the counter. The whole place still buzzed with leftover laughter. Barret was the first to leave, grumbling something about ‘being too old for this shit’, next was Jessie, then Tifa, then Biggs and Wedge, then finally Aerith. 

“Well guys, don’t have too much fun without us!” She winked before turning to leave. 

That left you and Cloud at the bar. Alone. 

You weren’t exactly the picture of poise with your elbows propped against the counter as you tried to keep your head from reeling. The alcohol left your cheeks flushed and eyes glassy, a loose smile plastered on your face, everything was twice as funny with the whiskey flowing through your veins. 

Cloud, of course, was composed as ever. Looking almost statuesque as he sat on the barstool. But even his reserved nature couldn’t hide the pink dusting his cheeks and the slight haze in his eyes. His arms were folded across his chest, the Buster Sword leaning against the wall beside him. 

“You’re impossible,” you mutter out with a laugh, tilting your head towards him. “I’ve had what? Two or three drinks, and I’m already like this. You have just as many. and you’re still sitting there like… like some stoic statue.” 

Cloud’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile evident on his pink lips before he reached for his glass. “Guess I’m used to keeping it together,” he said, voice low, almost amused. 

You let out a slightly over dramatic sigh and leaned in a little closer, your shoulder brushing against his toned arm. “Of course you are. You’re always keeping it together. You’re always… I dunno. Protecting everyone. Holding the weight of the planet on your shoulders and here I am,” you hiccuped softly, then giggled again, “can’t even handle my drinks.” 

That made him look at you, like really look at you. You swore you could see his ears turn pink and his pupils dilate. He cleared his throat and looked away from you. “Don’t say things like that when you’re drunk.”

“Why not?” you teased, tilting your head and batting your lashes at him. Your hazy gaze lingered on him, softer than you intended. “It’s true though, Cloud. You’re a hero. My hero.”

The words slipped out from your mouth before you could even process them but they were honest. 

Cloud stiffened. Long fingers tightening around his glass, his jaw shifting like he wasn’t sure whether to retreat or argue. His silence stretched, before saying, “... You should drink some water.” 

Cloud stood first, his chair screeching against the wooden floorboards of the bar. He fetched his sword and fastened it onto his back. He reached for your whiskey glass, grabbing it from your hands giving you no time to protest. 

“You’ve had enough.” His tone was firm, almost protective. 

You pouted, and crossed your arms, “Bossy.” 

“C’mon,” he said, ignoring your complaint. “I’ll walk you upstairs.” 

It wasn’t really up for debate, his hand was already grasping your elbow, steadying you as you clumsily slid off the bar stool. Your legs wobbled like you’d forgotten how to use them, and you stumbled into him with a breathless laugh. 

“See?” Cloud muttered, catching you against his hard chest. His body was warm, solid, and smelled faintly of leather and whiskey. “You’d never make it on your own.”

“I could,” you insisted, even as you clung onto the fabric of his shirt. “Eventually. Probably.”

He sighed, that same quiet exasperated sound that always seemed to hide something softer. With a firm guiding hand at the small of your back, he steered you towards the stairs. Each step creaked with your combined weight as you leaned into him, your head brushing his shoulder. 

By the time you’d reached your door, the giggling started again as Cloud reached into your pocket and grabbed the key, opening the door and guiding you inside. You plopped onto the edge of your bed with a slight bounce, grinning up at him. 

“See,” you said, flexing your arms playfully. “Made it!”

Cloud didn’t even smile this time, just knelt in front of you and began unzipping your boots with careful precision. The sight of him beneath you startled you into silence. His gloved hands were gentle as he tugged each boot off and set them aside.  

“You don’t have to–” 

“Just sit still,” he cuts in, glancing up briefly through his blonde bangs. His mako blue eyes seemed softer than his tone. 

You watched him, your heart beating faster than the alcohol could explain. He picked out a t-shirt and shorts for you to change into.

“I’ll turn around.” he turns and you change. You were sure he could hear the way your heart was pattering against your chest. 

“Okay done.” He turns back around, eyes glancing down at the white t-shirt, your nipples poking against the almost see through fabric. His gaze remained fixed for a second, jaw tightening before he cleared his throat and snapped his eyes back to your face.

You watched as he walked over to you and helped lower you onto the bed. He tugs the comforter over your lap and hands you a glass of water. 

“Drink this,” he said, voice quiet but insistent. 

You take the glass obediently, fingers brushing against his as you grab it. The contact lingered for a beat too long, sending a strange shiver down your spine.

“You’re too good to me, Cloud,” you murmured, half-drowsy, half-emboldened by the alcohol. You smiled at him, soft and sweet. “You could leave me here, y’know. Lock the door and go brood on the balcony or… whatever it is that you do in your sparetime.” 

He shook his head, eyes flicking away as if the pink rug on your floor had suddenly become very interesting. “...Not happening.” 

And then, before you could even realize what you were doing, the words slipped out. 

“That’s why I like you so much.” 

The silence that followed was heavy, thick enough to sober you a little. Cloud’s breath hitched as he froze where he stood, shoulders rigid. His fingers flexed at his side, knuckles whitening as he clenched his fists. 

For a long moment, he didn’t turn around. You could only see the ridges of his shoulderblades flexing, the tension winding through every muscle like a bowstring pulled too tight. 

Finally, he exhaled through his nose, shoulders falling. His breath was shaky, uneven. “...Don’t say things like that,” he murmured, his voice huskier than usual. “You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

You sat up a little straighter, your heart hammering in your chest. “But it’s true,” you whispered, almost pleading. “I mean it, Cloud. I’ve always felt it. The drinks just… made me feel brave enough to finally say it.”

That got him to move. Slowly, Cloud turned, his eyes catching yours in the dim lamp light. He crossed the space between you in just a few careful steps, every cell in his body coiled in feigned restraint. You were completely sat up now, knees perched on the plush of your bed. He leaned down slightly, just enough to be level with you. One calloused hand lifted and hovered, hesitating, before finally caressing your cheek. 

His eyes searched your face, whiskey laced breath fanning over yours. “This is a mistake,” he murmured, thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip. Your breathing stuttered, eyes looking up into his. 

His own gaze flickered down to your lips, “I can’t take advantage of you like this.” 

You leaned into his palm, feeling the warm, rough skin. Your own smaller hand came up to cover his. “You’re not. I want this. I want you.” 

Cloud’s breath stuttered, and he let out a sound dangerously close to a whimper, the cracks of his resolve widening. He swallowed hard, as if the words were stuck in his throat, then whispered, almost to himself, “You’re going to ruin me.” 

And yet… he didn’t pull away. 

For a heartbeat neither of you moved. The world around you had gone silent aside from the hum of mako energy, the heavy thud of your heartbeat and the uneven catch in Cloud’s breath. His hand was still cupping your cheek, his thumb trembling faintly against the warmth of your skin as though he couldn't decide whether to draw closer or flee. 

You tilted your head just slightly, brushing your lips against his thumb. The tiny contact made his chest rise sharply, his breath catching as though you’d just knocked the wind out of him. 

“Cloud…” you whispered. 

That was all it took. His last remaining shards of resolve had completely shattered. 

He leaned in, almost painstakingly slow, until his lips finally met yours. The kiss was clumsy, but it was real. His mouth moved against yours gently, almost as if he would break you. He wasn’t sure how much of himself he was allowed to give.

You made a small sound, and that broke something deep inside him. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss in a way that betrayed how badly he’d been holding back his desires. 

He kissed you like a man starved. Each brush of his lips against yours carried years of restrained yearning he’d never dared put into words. 

When you finally parted for air, Cloud rested his forehead against yours, his breath unsteady and frantic. His lips tingled as if the memory of your mouth burned there, and his heart thundered so hard he thought you might feel it through his chest.

“I don’t…” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. But I can’t-” He stopped himself, jaw tightening. “I can’t stop wanting you.” He whimpered slightly, right hand resting on your hip. 

Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin and the rapid thump of his heartbeat. “Then don't," you whispered, leaning your head back up towards his lips. 

This time, he didn’t hesitate. His mouth found yours again, harder. Each kiss destroying the walls of resolve he’d spent years putting up. He kissed you like you were his last meal on earth, like you were a delicacy meant to be savored. 

And still, even in his inexperience, every movement screamed of how much he yearned for you, not just desire, but visceral need. The kind of need that had been caged for so long, now spilling out in every kiss and moan. He needed you like you were oxygen and every kiss proved it. 

Your lips were still tangled with Cloud’s. He pulled away from you and you groaned, only to feel his wet lips attach to the pulse point of your neck. Small moans and whimpers tumbled from your throat as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin. “...Cloud,” you whimpered. The sound wrecked him. It shot straight to the throbbing hardness straining against his pants, making him groan low and ragged into your skin.

Cloud’s thoughts were a storm. He had imagined this, he hated himself for how often, but reality was so much more unbearable. She’s soft. She’s warm. She wants me. His hand slid higher, brushing the edge of your shirt, and the skin-to-skin contact burned. His jaw tightened. 

You shifted closer, desperate for more, and pushed him back onto your floral comforter. Straddling his hips, you pressed your clothed core against the hard length beneath his pants. The pressure drew a strangled groan from him, his eyes fluttering shut, head tipping back against the mattress. For a man who had faced death countless times, he looked utterly undone beneath you.

When his eyes snapped open again, the mako glow was glassy with need. He pulled you down into another searing kiss, teeth clashing and tongues molding together. Then, he broke it, just long enough to whisper against your lips, voice cracking.

“Tell me what you want. Please… I need to hear you say it.” 

Your answer came in the form of a grind of your clothed cunt against his erection, dragging the heat of your core over the stiff line of his cock. His breath tore out of him and his hands flew to your thighs, gripping like he might fall apart if he didn’t hold onto something solid. “Need you s’bad, Cloud.” you whined, core aching and dripping.

“Fuck-” Cloud’s voice cracked, low and shaky. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Oh but you did, you felt him. Every twitch, every pulse, every throb, you felt it all. You felt the tentative shake in his hands as they dragged up your body, brushing over the curve of your waist, before hesitantly skimming the side of your right breast like he was afraid to touch too much of you all at once. 

“Cloud,” you whispered, taking one of his trembling hands and pressing it against your breast. His palm was warm even through the shirt, calluses catching on fabric. You arched into him, encouraging. 

His eyes widened, mouth falling open slightly as though he couldn’t quite believe you wanted this, wanted him. “...You’re so soft,” he breathed, fingers flexing unconsciously. He thumbed over your nipple through the fabric, and when you gasped, his cock twitched violently against you, a groan ripping out of his chest. 

You tugged at the hem of your shirt. “Take it off of me.” you whined. 

For a moment he froze then obeyed, fumbling clumsily with the fabric before pulling it over your head and discarding it on the floor. His breath caught audibly when he saw you bare before him, and he just… stopped. Stared. His lips parted, chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile. His eyes darted between each breast, like he was afraid to miss a single detail. 

His voice cracked, reverent. “You’re so beautiful.” 

When his hands finally cupped your breasts, it wasn’t smooth or practiced, it was needy. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, making you moan and arch into him, your own hands tangling in his blond spikes as you kissed him again, sloppy and desperate. 

“Want to see you too,” you whisper. Your fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the hard lines of muscle beneath his shirt. His breathing stuttered as you tugged it up, exposing his skin to the cool air, and he lifted his arms clumsily to let you pull it over his head.

He was beautiful, lean and strong, scars scattered across his pale skin, but his eyes held none of the cocky pride of a man who knew his effect. Instead, they were wide and vulnerable like he wasn’t used to being seen. 

You kissed your way down his throat, his chest, listening to every sharp inhale, every shiver. When you shifted lower and palmed him through his pants, his whole body jolted beneath you.

“Wait-” His voice cracked, but his hips bucked helplessly into your hand. His cock twitched violently, straining against the fabric. “I- fuck-”

You smiled against his skin, tugging his waistband down just enough to free him. He was thick, tip flushed red and dripping with precum, the sight alone making your mouth water. When you wrapped your warm mouth around him, his head fell back against the pillow, a ragged moan tearing out of him.

 “Shit- you- I can’t-” He was already trembling, thighs taut, every bob of your head was pulling him closer to the edge far too quickly. He clutched at the comforter, fists tight, trying to hold himself back, but when you buried his cock so deep in your throat that your nose pressed against his pubic bone, he felt his balls tighten and his hips jerked violently.

“F-fuck-stop, stop-” he gasped, voice raw. His hand shot out, gripping your hair, pulling you up before he came embarrassingly quick. His cheeks burned red, his chest heaving. “I almost-I would’ve-” He swallowed hard, eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I've never done this before..."

You straddled him again, cupping his flushed face until he opened those glowing eyes. “Cloud. Don’t apologize. Do you want to try and help me?” you crawled off of him and leaned back against your pillows, spreading your legs slightly. He nods slowly, feeling unsure of himself but his cock twitches at your request. He shifts over to you and removes your cotton shorts, leaving you in just your gray panties with a little pink bow nestled on the waistband. He glances down at the wet spot that had formed and he gulps. “Fuck…” His voice was hoarse. “That’s because of me?” You nod, hips jerking upwards instinctively. 

He swells with pride at the sight. He pulls your panties down your legs, your wetness attaching to the fabric causing strings of sticky arousal. You clench, feeling the cold air hitting your warm pussy. Cloud licks his lips at the sight. Then suddenly, you grab his wrist guiding it down, “Now, do slow circles here.” you place his hand on your puffy clit.

Cloud followed your instruction with sharp concentration, eyes fixed on you like you and your pretty pussy were the only things in the world. He was tentative at first, but when your head tipped back and a moan slipped out, his whole body shivered. His strokes grew more confident, more eager, like he was desperate to learn everything that made you fall apart. 

When your hips bucked into his hand, he let out a soft, needy sound, half whimper, half groan, before dipping a finger inside you. The heat and tightness around him made him choke out a curse. 

“Am I doing it right?”

“Yes- fuck don’t stop.” you moan breathlessly. 

He obeyed, curling his fingers clumsily, watching in awe as your body writhed under his touch. When you trembled and finally came undone around his hand, crying out his name, Cloud stared like he’d just witnessed something holy. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips parted in stunned silence. 

Then, hesitantly, he pulled his fingers out and looked at the slick coating them. His tongue darted out before he caught himself, face flushing deep red. 

You caught his wrist and brought his fingers to his lips. “Taste me.”

His eyes darkened, and when he obeyed, sliding his tongue over his fingers, groaning low at the taste, something inside him had awoken. He leaned down, pressing his mouth to your core, desperate to taste more. 

His tongue was unpracticed, too rough at first, but your hands in his hair helped him find the right rhythm. And once he heard those pretty moans spilling from your lips, Cloud latched onto your clit with an intensity that had you gasping his name again, his fingers curling inside you with a perfect pressure. 

When you came the second time, thighs trembling around his head, Cloud didn’t pull back. He groaned against you, drinking in every shudder, like he was addicted to the nectar dripping from your sweet cunt. “Fuck Cloud. That was amazing.”

And when he finally pulled away, lips and chin glistening, his voice was desperate, “I need to be inside you. Please. I can’t- I can’t wait anymore.”

You straddled him again, pushing him against the pillows, you positioned your hips above his. His cock bobs before you grasp him in your hand, giving him a few light tugs that leave him breathless, before lining him up with your entrance. You abruptly stop and Cloud’s head snaps up, “What’s wrong?” chest still heaving. 

“I don’t have a condom…” you say, voice faltering. 

“I-it’s okay. Just need to feel you, please.” he whimpers. The noise made your pussy clench and you nod, realigning his cock with your entrance.  

His eyes widened when the head of his cock pressed against your wetness, the raw heat of you making him groan, fists tightening in the sheets.

“Wait-fuck, you’re really-” His words broke off into a sharp gasp as you sank down onto him, inch by inch. His head tipped back, mouth falling open as if the sheer tightness around him was too much to bear. “O-oh f-f-fuck…” you mewl out. 

“Holy shit. You’re so tight, you’re so perfect.” His voice cracked, every muscle in his body trembling as you bottomed out. Your pussy flutters around him causing his hips to jerk. 

You paused to let him breathe, hands resting on his chest. His heart was pounding like a metronome beneath your palms. “You okay?” looking down at his flushed face. 

He nodded lazily, eyes glazed. “Just don’t move yet. Please. I’ll cum too quickly.”

You smiled and leaned down to kiss him, slow and sweet, letting him adjust. His lips moved in perfect sync with your own, his hands hovering like he didn’t know where to touch until instinct finally took over. He cupped your breasts, squeezing gently, thumbs brushing across your nipples. The moan it pulled from you made his hips twitch up helplessly. 

When you finally began to rock your hips, his hands shot to the plush flesh of your ass like he needed an anchor. “Fuck, don’t-don’t stop.” His voice was hoarse, nearly pleading. 

Riding him was intoxicating, the way his cock filled you, the way his face contorted with every grind of your hips. He stared up at you like he’d never seen anything so beautiful, breathless groans slipping past his lips each time you took him deeper. You sat up straighter and reached behind your back, cupping his balls, squeezing and palming them. Cloud moaned out louder than he had intended to and his grip on your ass tightened. 

Your pace quickened, chasing your own release, and Cloud’s control cracked. His hips bucked up into you, erratic, desperate thrusts that made you cry out. Your tits bounced in front of his face as he fucked up into you, “I’m-shit, I’m so close, I can’t-” He was nearly incoherent, eyes squeezing shut, jaw clenched tight as if he was fighting it with everything he had. But then you moaned his name, and something inside him snapped. 

He sat up suddenly, arms circling your waist, grinding you down onto him as his mouth latched onto your breast. His tongue was hot and messy against your nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make your back arch.

One arm stayed wrapped around your waist while the other fumbled down between you, fingers rubbing at your clit in frantic circles. “Cum with me-please, I want you to- please-, cum for me baby.” he pleads. 

The mix of his cock pulsing inside you, his mouth sucking at your nipple, and the fast strokes on your clit tipped you over that delicious edge. Your orgasm tore through you violently, and Cloud fell apart with you, thrusting up into your dripping pussy with a guttural moan.

His release filled you in hot, unrelenting pulses, his body jerking as if he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to. He buried his face against your chest, panting, almost whining with the intensity of it.

When you both finally came down from your simultaneous orgasms, he collapsed back against the pillow, arms still locked tight around you. His cheeks were flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy as he tried to catch his breath.

There was a beat of silence, the two of you catching your breath. He didn’t say anything, just pulled you closer and stroked your hair. You laid your head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat calming, until finally, “I love you.” Cloud wasn’t sure of many things but this, this he was sure of. 

You smiled, sleepy and spent (and maybe a little cockdrunk), “I love you too, Cloud.”

a/n: yall, i haven't written smut in YEARS but Cloud Strife genuinely has me so down bad.

[crowsofdarkness]

Cloud always needs to be touching you.

18+

To everyone in the slums of sector seven, cloud is very closed off and short with them. Even with his closest friends. They see a side of him that others don’t, sure. He’s warm to them to an extent.

Not with you though.

Cloud needs to be near you at all time. Needs to be touching you so he can actually feel something. After years of pain, fighting, and loss, you were the comfort Cloud has been looking for. The sense of peace you bring to his life makes his heart race everytime you were around.

You weren’t dating but were extremely close. You wanted him to be yours, however with his past traumas that he’d been working on, you were willing to wait for Cloud.

When you’re alone in the quiet solace of your apartment, Cloud will sneak over to slip into your bed. You purposely leave the door unlocked for this reason.

“Sorry for waking you, baby. Just need you to hold me.”

You always obliged, no matter the time or how tired you are. Once we was in your bed, you turned to face his back and wrapped an arm around his stomach to spread your hand over his chest.

“I still can’t believe you love to be the big spoon,” you murmured into his back.

“Shut up,” he retorts back with no ounce of malice.

When you’re walking through the markets of the slums, Clouds fingers would brush against yours. Not fully linking your fingers together but just enough of a brush you sent a spread of heat through you.

When you’re with your group of friends, having drinks at Seventh Heaven, Cloud is either sitting next to you at the bar. Or when it’s too busy and both of you are standing, he’s right behind you. His body heat engulfing you as his hand is spread across your lower back.

“Too many people in here,” he whispers in your ear. “Don’t like it.”

You gaze up at him through your lashes as you take a small sip of your drink. “Just a little bit longer and we can go back to your place and I’ll let you sleep with your head in my lap. I’ll even run my fingers through your hair in the way you like.”

Cloud grunts while moving closer behind you, his broad chest against your back. “You’re lucky I like the way you look in that dress.”

When you’re in the quiet of your apartment, buried deep under your blankets, you’re about to let sleep take you when you hear the door to your apartment open.

“You awake?”

Instead of speaking, you threw the blanket off of you, inviting Cloud to join. As he climbed into your bed, you were ready to turn over to hold him but a firm hand on your hip kept your back to him.

“I need you,” his voice is rough.

“Cloud, I’m right here,” you said, burying your face deeper into your pillow.

“No,” he brushed his nose against your ear as he nibbled on your lobe. “I need you, baby. I need to feel your pussy.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, fast and hard. Never had your moments together turned sexual. Sure, you two flirted a lot and there had been some wandering hands. But never this.

You looked over your shoulder at him, those blue eyes so bright in the darkness. “What do you need, Cloud?”

His hands lifted up your shirt, up past your ass, and you felt his rough fingers pulling at your panties.

“Just need to keep my cock warm for me, alright? Need to feel you so fucking close.”

Wetness pooled between your legs at hearing the desperation in his voice so with a nod, you faced forward again and pressed your ass against his hardening cock.

“Go as deep as you need to,” you breathed.

Cloud made quick work of your panties, moving them to the side just enough so he could press his cock inside of you. It fit perfect and both of you shared a whimper, not knowing how badly you both needed this.

“Fuck, baby girl. I’m going to want this tight cunt every night. That alright?”

“Mm, yes. Every night. It’s yours,” you moaned before getting more comfortable in bed. “Night, Cloud.”

He kissed the side of your head then buried himself all of the way inside of you. Arms tight around you, he let out a long and content breath.

“Sweet dreams.”

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[frickingnerd]

dating cloud strife

pairing: cloud strife x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, soft!cloud, slowburn romance, jealous & protective!cloud, established romantic relationship

cloud is very reserved when you first start dating him. he's a bit intimidated by a relationship, as he's worried he might not be good enough for you and that, if he messes up, he'll lose you again

he loves affection, but he's too awkward to make the first move. he never wants to overstep any boundaries, so he's usually just pouting and waiting for you to give him a kiss, hug or some sweet words

due to his insecurities at first, cloud has a bit of a jealous side. he doesn't like seeing you with other guys (unless he knows them well) and he usually just pouts and sulks when you're with other guys

however, he's very protective of you as well! with so many people after him and sephiroth being a huge threat, cloud can't risk putting you in danger! he wants to help you defend yourself a bit, but he always throws himself into danger whenever your safety is on the line

the longer you date cloud, the more he begins to open up to you and the more he becomes himself as well. you learn more about him and his past, while cloud grows more comfortable with who he is

slowly, he begins to get more affectionate and loving. he'll still tremble when grabbing your hand for the first time, but with each subsequent time, the trembling becomes less and less, until it feels perfectly natural for him to make the first move and show you his love

you start to see cloud smile more often around you as well. first it's a small smile hushing over his lips here and there, but over time, he seems to be genuinely happy and content around you! he's at peace when you're near…

[slllieeepyy]

your grumpy bf is… clingy?

cloud comes off as rather nonchalant to most, besides those close to him, but it’s still rare to see him show much emotion. you’re one of the only ones who can really pull it from him.

like right now. you weren’t doing anything particularly sultry, just laying in bed in a silk nightgown, bathed in warm lamplight whilst reading a book. a regular night for you.

but when cloud came in after his shower, his eyes widened slightly.

you just looked so… comfortable. and beautiful. and your skin was so smooth, your hair falling perfectly against the pillow… his head was flooded with thoughts of nothing but you.

you glanced up from your book, blinking a few times. “baby..?” your voice is soft. “everything okay?”

“ah- yeah.” cloud murmured, closing the remaining distance between where he stood and the bed. he crawled across the sheets over to you, gently taking your book from your hands and setting it down.

he looked at you with those soft blue eyes, a silent request for attention.

you hum softly, taking the hint, and shifting to accommodate for him. he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your warm chest, feeling the silk of your nightgown against his skin.

“tired?” you ask softly, a little confused as to his sudden neediness.

“a little.” he muttered into your skin, inhaling your scent like a drug. you wanted to tease him like you usually would for being this clingy, but you didn’t.

you just cradled the back of his head with one hand, fingers sliding through his slightly damp blonde locks.

he reached over you and shut off the bedside lamp, letting out a soft huff into your skin as he pulled you impossibly closer, limbs tangling with yours underneath the sheets.

moments like these were rare with him. he wasn’t a fan of affection, even in private, but when it came to you… he could make exceptions.

||a/n: this is gonna flop bc nobody likes ffvii on tumblr but hey it’s okay my flop era is lowkey serving

- vie 💤

[boonkiiboo]

! nsfw cloud strife x reader

imagining a touchstarved cloud who's entered a relationship, but doesn't know how to communicate what he wants from you, what he needs from you.

he does try, he hints and tries to make you understand his needs, but he simply can't do it, he's not used to it.

he doesn't know how to tell you that he wants to be selfish, that he wants you to touch and love him.

once you finally caught onto his silent plea you confided in him and offered to give him a hand. he cancelled his plans and cleared his schedule which lead to the two of you in his room, his back pressed against your chest as your hand slowly jerks him off.

his head lolls back, resting on your shoulders as your slick hands slowly stroke up and down his throbbing cock. he groans and twitches, shirt between his teeth as his eyes flutter shut.

his fingers grip onto your thighs, the sounds of his wet clock slipping through your palms sinful. he arches his back whilst eyebrows furrow at the feeling of your lips pressing against his ear.

"look at you..fuck."

he lets a small whine leave his plush lips, pink and raw from biting it whilst your other hand trickles down to the leaking tip of his dick.

your hands swirl around the tip, fisting over the top before dragging down. you coo in his ear, your spare hand trailing down his chest and under his shirt, your thumb finding and rubbing against his pert nipple which evokes a groan out of his mouth.

"you're such a good boy hm."

he writhes, cock twitching in your hand as he ruts his cock against your hand, eyes shut tight as he chases his high. his hand grips your thigh again at the feeling of his core tightening up.

your hand leaves his chest, cupping his balls as you jerk him off quicker, your lips kissing down his neck as he loses himself at the feeling of your wet hands.

his hips move faster, the curses leaving his mouth getting faster and faster, climbing octaves before his body shudders. he cums into your hand, his thick cum dripping off his cock and onto his stomach as he struggles to catch his breath.

his breath hitches, hair stuck to his forehead as he babbles out,

"'m gonna cum c 'm gonna fucking cum baby—"

he looks down at your hand, face flushed as he lets out a quiet "fuck" before throwing his head back against your shoulder.

hiss cock twitches up brushing against his stomach, his eyes flutter open as your palm brushes past his tip, where a small flow of precum dribbles out.

[clemenchives]

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hi, i'm aali! welcome to my masterlist of fics and pieces that i have written and will be writing. feel free to view them as you please ♡

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𖦹 Sleep Tight (RE4R Leon Kennedy | nsfw)

𖦹 Priorities (RE9 Leon Kennedy | nsfw)

𖦹 Finally Homebound (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Gentle Awakenings (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 On Top of the World (RE9 Leon Kennedy | nsfw)

𖦹 Wishlist (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Hold Me Tight (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Party for Three (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Handyman Husband (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Boyfriend Duties (RE4R Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Nurse Off Duty (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Taking Baby Steps (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 A Bundle of Three (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Sweet Tooth (RE4R Leon Kennedy | nsfw)

𖦹 A Little Loving (RE2R Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Between Briefings (RE4R Leon Kennedy | sfw)

𖦹 Can't Help Myself Around You (RE9 Leon Kennedy | sfw)

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[clemenchives]

hey baba I have a request 🫡 I have been YEARNING to see a re9 leon fic where him and y/n are at the office late doing whatever DSO does, and it eventually leads to playful banter, which eventually leads to confession of feelings where it’s like: “I liked you back then,” & “I like you now.” EEK anyways just a suggestion 🫰🫰

can't help myself around you 𖦹 leon kennedy.

⤷ summary: it was one of those late nights in the office where it’s just you and leon left behind. you do anything but the paperwork you’re supposed to accomplish and instead fall into a conversation that uncovers something you’ve been feeling for a while—which leads to leon finally admitting his feelings for you. (3.4k words) ⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader ⤷ genre: friends-to-lovers, extremely mild angst, slight slow burn ⤷ tags: RE9 Leon Kennedy, reader is his mission partner, reader is in her late 20s/early 30s, slight mentions of wounds and bleeding, unspoken feelings, leon is slightly emotionally constipated but they resolve it in the end

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You barely notice the other agents and employees filtering out of the office floor some few hours ago, leaving to go home to their families, or just their own, barren apartments.

Glancing at your wristwatch on the table, the time read 10:39 in the evening. A slow, exhausted sigh leaves your lips, especially when you begin to feel that subtle ache in your lower back from sitting on your desk for hours on end now. 

The culprit? An unfinished report.

It was an oversight that you weren’t intending to neglect, but it just so happened it slipped from your mind without you even noticing. After all, it was one mission after another, and you’ve practically lost count on how many times you’ve gotten deployed in the past six months whether locally or halfway across the world. 

It was routine at this point. Expecting the next call, the next briefing, the next report waiting to be written. You’ve thrown yourself into the rhythm of work, and being in your prime meant you were in this constant momentum that rarely had you home just in time for dinner (with yourself).

But it was eventually catching up with you. You’ve only realized how exhausted you were when you slumped against your swivel chair, which was no less uncomfortable for your back and shoulders that were beginning to feel stiff as the night carries on. 

You stretched your arms outward, cracked your knuckles, and resumed typing away in your company-issued high-tech laptop. 

“I’m back.”

You nearly jolt in surprise. 

That low, gravelly voice has you turning your head, craning your neck as you look expectantly at the corridor. Leon emerged holding two cups of coffee, mirroring the same exhaustion you held in your body, though he’s more subtle about it than you were.

He approaches your table and places the cup of coffee near your hands. His fingers brush against yours lightly, and you feel a subtle tingle in your skin, which you ignore before he notices anything. It wasn’t the first time he lingered near you—why did it feel a lot more different right now?

“Thanks,” you say instead, reaching for the cup and sipping from the lid carefully, grasping the temperature. “How’s your report doing?”

Leon’s desk was right across yours, with a half-wall dividing the cubicle. While yours was filled with different memorabilia from your missions in different countries along with a few photos were pinned on the corkboard you kept behind your laptop, images of you and colleagues over the years, Leon’s desk was almost devoid of anything, except for the occasional souvenirs you got for him, and that one framed photograph he’d kept hidden away, which you’ve always been curious about.

The swivel chair creaks as he sits on it, leaning back while the laptop screen illuminates his face in the dim light of the office floor. It was just you and him now. All your other colleagues went home long before the sun was down. 

“Halfway through it,” Leon answers you. “I’ve got a thing or two coming up if I don’t submit this tomorrow.”

You huff out a sound—something half-amusement and another half-sympathetic. Because you knew your superior would expect more from you and Leon. “Remind me again why we forgot about this report.”

Leon shrugged, before straightening up, squinting slightly as he returned to his laptop. “After getting constantly shot at for two days straight, paperwork wasn’t exactly my priority,” he replied, before the familiar click of his keyboard began filling the air.

“You mean near-death experiences don’t motivate you?”

He clicked his tongue, his gaze zeroing on his screen. But he looked slightly amused. “Shockingly, no.”

You laughed softly into your coffee cup, and from the corner of your eye, you caught the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at Leon’s mouth, as though he’s amused that you’re laughing at him. 

Setting your cup aside, your fingers find the keyboard once again, the words blurring as you try your best to weave coherent sentences together. You and Leon fall into a rhythm of keyboards clacking and the occasional sigh every couple of minutes, either out of exhaustion, dread, or a mixture of both. 

Despite the grueling task of finishing this report, you find the silence comforting. Without having to say anything at all, you know Leon’s in this with you, as you are with him. Somewhere along the road, the lines blurred around being mission partners into good friends, and eventually, the lines had ebbed away slowly into something more meaningful.

Something far more dangerous than the bioweapons you’ve encountered had unraveled between the two of you, and you know when and where it began, but the how completely slipped past you, because you don’t exactly recall feeling something for Leon other than mutual trust. 

But it was that mission in Romania that completely changed things. 

It was the first time you had gotten terribly wounded, with a piece of shrapnel wedged on the lower side of your abdomen. You were bleeding profusely just as Leon hauled you up and held you close until you were quickly and safely extracted from the rendezvous point. At that point, you were losing a lot of blood, so when he helped you up to the chopper, he had you lying down on the floor, pressing against your wound to stop the bleeding. 

The image was vivid inside your head. The blurriness around your eyes, the black spots lingering in your vision, but all throughout there was an anchor tethering you to the world. Leon held you tightly when he pulled the shrapnel out of your skin, and you distinctly remember the fear that lingered in his gaze when he heard that cry tearing from your throat. 

He stayed beside you. Even when they wheeled you into the hospital, he stayed close—close enough that the doctors knew what happened to you because Leon was practically shoving the information into their hands, anything to get you urgent care and attention. 

Leon disregarded his own well-being for yours, and it was a sacrifice he was willing to make, just so he knows you’re there for another mission, for another time of braving through the monstrosity of the world with him. It was a close call—the blood loss could’ve seriously taken you away from him, and that thought scared him more than he’d like to admit. 

You have become an integral part of Leon’s life without you even knowing it. You have blended seamlessly into the routine he’s built for years on the weak foundation of isolation and individuality. It all started with one mission. And another. Until he’s realized he had fallen for you the way a person would fall asleep—slowly and then all at once. 

What’s not to like about you? You were so full of life, so independent and brave. You weren’t just an idealistic agent, you knew how bad things would get and braved through the storm with him. Even when he was being difficult and stubborn, you’ve worked hard along with him with that no nonsense attitude of yours that Leon found incredibly sexy. 

Somehow, you’ve managed to get under his skin as he’s gotten under yours. But you’re sitting there, unaware of the fact that the reason why Leon couldn’t finish the damn report is because he’s thinking of you, sitting across from him with your pretty, lower lip being bitten by you as you focus hard on the report in front of you. 

“Something on my face, Kennedy?” You ask him suddenly, breaking him out of the bubble of thought he’s been floating on for a few minutes now. “You’re staring.”

Leon huffed out a sigh. He’s been caught. “I wasn’t.”

“Yes you were.” You tilt your head to the side as if deciphering his expression. “You’ve been staring at me for like… thirty seconds.”

Leon leans back in his chair, looking rather unimpressed. “That specific, huh?”

“You’re dodging the question,” you counter, a small smirk plastered on your lips. You like knowing you could get him flustered, even when he tries to hide it beneath a thin veil of ignorance. 

His eyes flicker briefly toward the unfinished report on his screen before returning to you. “I could’ve been thinking, you know.”

That piques your interest. “About what?”

There’s that slightest pause, and that pause lingered and meant a lot of things all at once. You almost hold your breath while waiting. Waiting to see if he’ll admit that he was most likely thinking about you, as you were thinking about him too. 

“Work,” Leon says after a second. 

You snort softly at his deflection. “Yeah, sure. Thinking about work while staring at my face for almost a minute? You’re not so slick, agent Kennedy.”

Leon shrugged, before the corner of his lips pulled up in a lazy smirk. “Mocking a federal agent feels unwise, you know.”

“A federal agent who got caught staring?” You grin this time, feeling amused at the way he’s trying to avoid the conversation with his usual dry humor. 

He lets out a breath, almost a laugh but not quite. “You’re enjoying this too much. Don’t you have a report to finish?”

“Don’t you?”

You watch as Leon pursed his lips. “Fair point,” he concedes. 

There’s a silence that takes over you. It wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but you felt as though the air was thick with a lot of things unspoken, and somehow, the atmosphere felt conducive enough for you to prod, if Leon would allow you to poke at the privacy of his thoughts, if not his feelings. 

“But really… what were you thinking about?” You ask him after a second, your voice softer this time. 

You observe him—he pauses, his face illuminated by the screen of his laptop, highlighting his features which you can’t help but inspect more closely, thoroughly. As if he alone was the subject of your thoughts. 

“I was thinking about Romania,” he confessed after a heartbeat. 

You swallow hard. You and him were both thinking about the same thing.

Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat, trying to act all unbothered. “What about Romania? Did we miss something in the report?”

Leon shakes his head. “No, no… we didn’t. I just… I was thinking about how I…”

“How I almost lost you.”

The air was thicker than it already had been. This is the first time you’ve heard him admit something to you that wasn’t an oversight or a mistake he might’ve made during his missions. No, this felt more raw—something unguarded and intimate in a way that it almost made you feel like you weren’t supposed to hear it.

At the same time, the words felt as though they were meant to be heard by you. And only you. 

“You didn’t lose me,” you exhale a quiet laugh, as if trying to diffuse the situation. But when you look at Leon’s expression, you suddenly realize that you being wounded affected him more than he let on. “I just happened to have a misstep and it almost cost us our directive.”

“Fuck the directive,” he muttered under his breath. “You were bleeding. A lot. You were barely conscious and you had wounds all over you—”

“Leon—”

“And I should’ve been paying more attention when we left the building. But I didn’t. I was too confident that we’ve gotten what we came there for, and you got hurt because of my complacency.”

You fall quiet in front of him. Suddenly, the report didn’t matter. The deadlines didn’t mean anything to you, not when you’re being exposed to the vulnerability in Leon’s entire demeanor—something you hadn’t seen before. 

He blames himself for what happened in Romania. 

You haven’t noticed it until now, but in your recent missions, he’s become more cautious. More careful. Always taking the lead in leaving and entering premises and making sure he’s covered all the bases before he declares an area as clear or safe. You almost pointed it out, wanting to say that he didn’t have to hover or worry about you when you’re more than capable, but hearing him now, your perspective shifts entirely.

“Leon, I’m okay now, I swear.” You tell him reassuringly. “I’m healed. The doctor cleared me after two weeks, didn’t he?”

“Doesn’t make it less frustrating to think about.” He answered, his voice low and quiet, as if he’s resigned to himself.

He looked so torn. Almost at war with himself in a way you’re not used to seeing. You hate being the reason for it, especially because you rarely see him like this. In fact, this might be the first time he’s shown you this side of him that you never thought existed. 

It rattles you more than you expect. 

“You didn’t lose me,” you say, quieter this time. “If you did, I wouldn’t be here with you.”

Leon exhales a short, quick breath. “I almost did. To me, that’s as good as losing you itself.”

Silence envelops you again. 

You don’t recall how your conversation shifted from just some playful banter, to something more serious. All of a sudden, you feel as though you were in the wrong for asking, for pushing further. It fueled your guilt, because you didn’t know what to tell him. You were completely flustered by the gravity of his words that they almost passed as a confession to you. 

You decided to stand up, the wheels of the swivel chair scraping lightly against the floor. Rounding the corner, you come close to him, carefully, as though you were approaching a delicate situation. Which you were, in a way.

Leaning against the space on his desk, you fold your arms across your chest. You watch as Leon avoids your gaze, brows furrowed and lips set into a tight line as he looks anywhere but you. He’s avoiding you again. Retreating. 

“Don’t do that,” you murmur. “You say all these things to me and then you’re suddenly just… pulling away.”

“I’m not avoiding you.” Leon stated as a matter of factly. His expression softened just a bit when he finally decided to glance at you. “I just… I worry about you often.”

You shifted your weight a bit, until you were nearly sitting atop his sturdy desk. “I know.” 

Unable to stop yourself, your eyes linger around his desk. Your eyes find that framed photograph behind a few stacks of folders and paperwork, and you reach out to it instinctively. A knot forms in your stomach when you realize what that photograph was.

It was a picture of you and Leon before you got deployed halfway across the world. You stood next to him, and he had his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders, while he had his free hand in a thumbs up gesture. Both of you were in your mission clothes and gear, all small smiled and reluctant gazes.

But it felt… almost intimate. Almost deliberate, as if he’d wanted you to see it. 

You set it aside immediately, a flush creeping up your cheeks, just as your heart begins to race. Why does he have that photo?  

He notices your reaction almost immediately. 

Leon stands up, the swivel chair moving back as he suddenly crowds your space. His hands are flat against the surface of either side of your thighs, and his head was closer to yours than it ever was before. Hands braced against the desk. Still far, but a considerable new development from your usual proximity. 

Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, and you suddenly feel your heart skip a beat. His eyes don’t leave yours this time, as if finding courage to face you. 

“You don’t know anything,” he murmured, his eyes flickering from your face to the picture frame you’d set aside. “You’ve kept me up at night more than you think. Especially after Romania.”

A pause, and then his voice drops slightly. “I kept asking myself what is it about you… that makes me lose control like that.” 

“You lose control because of me?” The question slips past your lips before you even stop yourself from saying it. 

“All the time.”

Another wave of silence settles between the two of you again. This time, it was heavier. Not awkward, not distant, none of those things. It felt thicker than ever, almost having you run out of breath without intending to.

It was just… charged. With something you weren’t ready to accept, but you were willing to explore. You try to breathe, but it feels completely different now. Even though there’s ample space between the two of you, it feels as if you’re trapped in a box with him, and there’s no way out until you find the answers yourself.

“Leon…” your voice comes out quieter than you initially expected. “That’s not—” you cut yourself off, suddenly unable to figure out what to say next.

You have absolutely no idea what you’re trying to say. That it’s too much? That it doesn’t make sense at all? That maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t feel that way towards you? The problem is that you do believe him. And that’s worse, because now, you’re compelled to confront the feelings you’ve thought you’ve buried a long time ago. 

Leon exhales a slow breath this time, like he’s only just realizing what he’s said out loud. His hand shifts slightly on the desk—not retreating, but not advancing either. He’s mindful of your space, even though he wants nothing more than to be close to you right now.

For once, he looks unsure of himself. “You asked.” He says quietly.

A beat of silence elongates into another, before you speak again. “When did it start?” 

That makes him pause completely. As if the question lands somewhere deeper than the others, as if he isn’t expecting you to suddenly explore the confession he just admitted to you. Leon’s eyes flicker to yours again, and you can see exactly the way his pupils dilate just by looking at you.

“Romania,” he says finally. “But before that… there was already something there.”

It’s a simple answer, but it changes everything completely. You knew deep within your heart what transpired in Romania. The close proximity. The easy camaraderie between the two of you. Until you got wounded, and he never left your side ever since.

“You’re telling me that this has been going on since then?” You find the courage to adjust your position, your hand falling flat near his own. Your fingers brush, and you inhale a sharp breath.

Leon doesn’t answer immediately, but when he does, it’s quiet. “I tried not to think about it.” he admitted. “I kept telling myself it was just proximity. It was just us and our shared missions.”

A humorless breath left him. “It made sense at first, until it didn’t. It was you getting hurt that changed things for me completely. I shouldn’t have waited around to watch you almost bleed to death to accept the fact that you and I, there’s… something there.”

“What does that mean?” You prod, your voice barely above a whisper in the quiet floor of your office. 

“It means… I stopped lying to myself about it.” He finally admits. It was only a couple of words, but it hit you more than it should have. 

Leon pauses, and then, “you know, I… I liked you back then.”

It knocks the breath right out of your lungs. You swallow hard, your heartbeat thrumming louder beneath your chest in his confession. You tried to ignore the way he says it—as if it’s in the past and nothing more in the present and the future, but it’s his next words that completely take your breath away.

Your eyes meet. There is a certain intensity in the way Leon looks at you, as if he’s trying to understand what’s going on inside your mind right now. His gaze searches yours, and you unconsciously bite your lower lip, to which his eyes follow the moment almost deliberately. 

“And I still like you now.”

Your breath catches, but you don’t look away. 

Your heart feels as if there’s a bird trapped inside a cage, begging to be broken free from its confines. The words vanish from your tongue, and you know you should say something, but even forming a single syllable feels a great amount of effort from you right now.

Overwhelmed by emotion, you decide to do the one thing your brain has been telling you to do over the last couple of minutes. You lean up, your head tilting slightly as you push yourself towards him just a bit. Leon’s eyes widen when he sees you moving towards him.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret,” he whispered, and you can feel his warm breath fanning over your lips.

You look down at his mouth, before you gaze up at him. “Never.”

The space between you collapses on its own, and Leon’s defenses crumble before he can even blink. 

Then, without warning, you meet him for a kiss.

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re2 leon kennedy x fem!reader fluff

Officer Cutie

description: you were just trying to rush home after a long day at college when a cute rookie cop pulls you over. -> leon kennedy masterlist

The sun had long laid below the horizon, a few stray stars glimmering through the light pollution fogging Raccoon City’s rainy skyline.

You were honestly just trying to get home from college and back to your apartment as fast as possible so you could finally take a hot shower and forget about the shit day you just had.

Mayybe you were working the accelerator a little too much, the needle on your dash spiking from 1,000 to 3,000 rpm every time God blessed you with His slowest driver and you had to rapidly switch lanes.

You normally wouldn’t speed, but considering there weren’t a lot of people on the long stretch of almost neverending highway on this weeknight and there weren’t any cops hiding in the shoulder lanes, you figured going 10-15 above the speed limit wouldn’t hurt…right?

You were just about a mile away from your exit…to home, to your boiling hot shower and satisfying skincare routine, to lounging in bed and unwinding, when you saw the cursed flash of blue an red light up your rear view mirror.

“Shit,” you muttered, heart skipping a beat as you quickly turned your hazards on and pulled over to the shoulder lane, the cop car behind you following suit.

You took a deep breath, rolling down your window and remembering to place your hands on the wheel to prevent any accusations for ‘reaching’, hoping you didn’t look to your left and see some Sergeant SquareJaw from bumfuck nowhere and a defective body cam hovering outside your window.

You dared to glance in the rear view mirror. You could almost make out two figures sitting in the squad car behind you.

Behind the wheel, a more matured silhouette. In the passenger seat, an officer with a more boyish frame.

The older officer seemed to be explaining something as the younger one nodded intently.

You tapped your fingers against the wheel and stole a few impatient glances at the clock on your dash, “Take your time…” you huffed.

Almost on cue, a sandy haired officer hopped out of the car.

Oh shit, he’s kinda cute, you thought, squinting to discreetly get a better look.

Much to your suspicion, he was young, maybe around your age. He was pretty tall too, 5’10 maybe with a nice muscular frame.

You took another shaky breath in as he approached your drivers window, hoping he would go easy on you.

He smiled politely when he met your nervous features,

“Hi ma’m, how are you doing?” He asked, the warmth and air of sincerity in his voice catching you off guard.

He really was cute. Up close, his face was kinda doughy and adorable, a stark contrast from all the other officers you’ve seen milling around.

His steel blue eyes were soft and curious, the police lights casting a glow on his profile that accentuated the outline of his face, like the slight cleft on his chin and bottom lip.

Maybe he was a rookie?

That would explain him taking a few reassurance-seeking glances back at his partner every so often.

“I’m good,” you responded, voice laced with nerves, “How’re you doing?”

“I’m doing alright,” he chuckled softly, the sound making you chest flutter a little, “So uhm, where were you headed tonight?”

“Oh, I was just…heading home from college.”

“Okay,” He gently nodded.

It was only then you realized the poor guy was just standing out in the rain.

“Oh, do you want an umbrella?” You offered, “I have one in my car.”

He shook his head, “Oh I’m good, thank you. This uniform had me overheating earlier anyway,” he shrugged with a chuckle.

You nodded, and could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, adjusting his stance, seemingly growing a little nervous himself.

“So, do you know why we pulled you over tonight?”

You opened your mouth, then closed it shut again.

“To…chat in the rain?” You murmured with a shrug, not wanting to admit to your minor offense just yet.

The tension on his face melted as he broke into a soft and amused laugh. Your shoulders unfurled at the sound, death grip loosening against the wheel as you couldnt help but quietly chuckle yourself.

He cleared his throat, trying but failing to wipe the grin off his face as he regained his composure.

“That too,” he said, “But the reason my partner pulled you over was because you were going 65 in a 50 mile per hour zone,” he explained calmly.

“Oh okay,” you gulped, fiddling with the loose seam on your steering wheel.

“Can I see your license and registration please?” He asked.

“Of course! Can I reach for my bag and the glove compartment?” You hesitated, “…everything’s in there.”

“Go for it,” He gave you a reassuring nod, his fingers tapping idly against your car where his hand leaned against.

You got your license out first, hands still a little jittery as you then rummaged through the glove compartment, before pulling out a small stack of papers.

You honestly didn’t know which was which, but you hoped he could atleast figure it out.

He grinned softly, taking it from you, “Thanks ma’m, I’ll go ahead and scan these real quick, just sit tight.”

You nodded, but his steps faltered and he turned back to hand you the top most paper on the stack.

“Oh—don’t wanna steal your notes,” he chuckled, handing you a folded piece of handwritten notes from one of your classes.

“I don’t even know how that ended up in there, I’m so disorganized today.” You huff.

“Oh I get it, trust me,” Leon hummed, waving a dismissive hand, “My cars a mess. I’ll be lucky if I can even see the flooring under all my stuff.”

The both of you chuckled, before a comfortable silence lulled over you. Maybe he was just being vigilant, but you still felt a little shy at the way his soft gaze flitted over your face.

The both of you jolted at the sound of a short honk.

He glanced back at the cop car where his partner sat behind the wheel and blinked as if he remembered he was on duty.

“Oh right—“ He said, you tried not to giggle at the flush rising to his ears, “I’ll just go ahead and—yeah,” He sputtered, before beelining back toward the squad car.

You sure hope your grin isn’t wiped off your face if he comes back with a fat ticket.

Man, you should’ve just eased off the gas, you really can’t afford a ticket right now.

After a few moments of anxious waiting, you see him get back out of the car.

And yay, that cute little grin on his face told you that you weren’t in trouble. You hoped.

He gently handed you back your belongings, “Since everything came back clean, I’m just gonna let you go with a warning. Sound good?”

You sighed in relief, slumping against your seat, “Thank fuck.”

The rookie snorted, and your eyes widened once you realized what you just said.

Cursing in front of an officer isn’t illegal…right?

Of course it isn’t.

Whatever, you’re so damn tired.

“I-i mean thank you officer…” you squinted trying to read his name tag.

He straightened, looking down at his slightly tilted badge and fixing it, “Oh, it’s Kennedy—Leon Kennedy.”

“Okay, have a nice night and stay warm Officer Kennedy.”

“You too,” he grinned, “drive safe alright?”

“Sir yessir,” you nodded.

He chuckled, shaking his head before heading back to his car.

Once you finally pulled onto the road, you made damn sure to stay on the speed limit.

You certainly didn’t wanna meet that blue eyed officer cutie again…you think.

[lilacgrayskies]

☁︎⋅ (18+) car sex with rookie!leon

“you’re terrible,” leon groaned, his hands on your hips to guide you back and forth on top of him. his legs were spread, head slumping back in his seat. 

the windows were covered in a film of condensation, evidence of your egregious activities. you were lucky leon’s windows were tinted, otherwise he would have never agreed to sex in a parking lot of all places. he’d been extra cautious about the law ever since he started at the station.

“you like it,” you smirked, face contorting in pleasure when his cock grazed that sweet spot. your nails dug into his shoulders. “I can feel your dick twitching inside me.”

leon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, short gasps and moans filling the air. “don’t say shit like that,” he muttered. his hands came up to palm your breasts, pinching your nipples teasingly. but seeing you grind on his cock, he couldn’t help but lean in to envelop them with his mouth.

“why? does it make you wanna cum?” you giggled. your hands cupped his face, brushing the hair from his forehead. 

he couldn’t stop the whine from leaving his lips. he looked up at you with pussy drunk eyes. “...yeah,” he murmured, sucking on your nipples. 

you leaned down to capture his lips. leon met you halfway, his tongue tangling with yours as his hips began to buck upward.

“then do it,” you moaned against his lips. “cum for me, leon. fill me up with your cum.”

his fingers dug into your hips. the leather of the car seat creaked under the strain of his movement. his thrusts grew harder, more frantic as he chased the edge. “oh my god, you’re-,” he choked on a moan. his teeth grazed your collarbone.

leon was practically vibrating beneath you, doing anything he could to reach that high. the heat in the car was stifling, the air thick with sex. you picked up the pace, your own breath hitching as his pelvis rubbed against your clit. 

“I’m close, baby,” he gasped out. his eyes were blown wide and dark. “I’m gonna-”

he couldn’t finish his sentence. instead, he gripped your skin so hard, it would surely leave marks the next day. his head fell into your chest, a rough groan vibrating in his chest as he spilled into you.

you doubled over him, your own release pulsing through in waves. for a moment, the only thing that could be heard was the frantic beating of your hearts.

leon’s hand drifted to the back of your head, brushing the strands away from your face. he let out a soft laugh. “you’re such a bad influence,” he murmured, kissing you.

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