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༄.°there is no curse more twisted than love
lilah | she/her | 18+ | multifandom | college student
☁ my favs: satoru gojo! leon kennedy! cloud strife! sae itoshi! zayne li! caleb xia!
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I don't know why my ff7 masterlist is broken (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥) when I try to open it in the tumblr app it shows up as a chrome tab and it irks me SO bad ARGGHHHH
໒꒱ final fantasy vii
͙͘͡★ cloud strife
— cloud as your boyfriend fluff
— cloud has a praise kink smut
— bike fluff, smut
͙͘͡★ reno sinclair
— reno as your boyfriend fluff
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always out and about
Some re9 + a munch on twt
has anyone made a fic or blurb about this fanart ??? and if not can someone pls do ?!???
"tumblr is just leon kennedy and jjk men" oh my lobster is too buttery, my steak is too juicy
satoru loves listening to you, especially when your lips are against his. . .
the room is quiet enough that every little sound feels louder than it should— the soft rustle of blankets, and the tiny laugh that escapes you when satoru steals another kiss before you even finish your sentence.
“you know,” you mumble against his lips. “you should really listen to me right now.”
“i’m listening,” he replies, barely pulling away. his lips brush yours with every word. “you said i’m handsome.”
“i definitely didn’t.”
“no? must’ve imagined it.”
you roll your eyes, though he can’t really see it from how close you are. your noses bump together, and he smiles before giving you another slow, lazy kiss.
“you interrupted me again,” you say.
“m’sorry.. keep talking, sweetheart.”
another kiss.
“i’m trying to tell you,” you whisper, your lips still resting against his. “that we need groceries.”
“we’ll figure something out,” he hums thoughtfully, his breath warm against your face.
☁︎⋅ leon takes care of himself for you
leon never says anything right away, always taking time to observe before reacting.
he watches the way you disappear into the bathroom before dates. the faint click of your makeup compacts, the hiss of the hairspray, the soft music you play while getting ready. by the time you step out, you’re smiling at him like it didn’t take you an hour deciding between two identical outfits.
but he notices.
notices the way your lipstick matches the blush on your cheeks. the special occasion earrings you wear only on dates. the perfume that lingers on his jackets, which change depending on the season (he likes the floral one best).
and, of course, the questions you always ask.
“does this look okay?
“is this shirt too bright?...or not bright enough?”
“will these heels match your shoes?”
leon thought it was ridiculous at first. as if there could ever be a version of you he wouldn’t look at like you hung the stars yourself.
it finally clicked one day while he was waiting outside your apartment. you were running late which was a rare occasion. when you finally appeared in front of him, you had an embarrassed smile while apologizing about redoing your makeup.
that night at dinner, he caught himself staring. you looked gorgeous, you always did. but he saw how clean your eyeliner was, how smooth your cheeks were, and how kissable your lips looked despite the plate of pasta you devoured.
the thought of you taking the time and effort to be so beautiful, just for him? that settled in his chest and followed him home.
the next morning, rather than just putting on the first shirt he sees, he pauses. his hand lingers over an old, loose academy shirt before reaching for a black fitted one instead. he remembers the way you gawked at him the first time he wore it, the memory making him chuckle.
he spends more time fixing his hair, but grows frustrated that it doesn’t move with his fingers dipped in water. that afternoon, he bought a new hair serum. one of the best, at least, that’s what the sales lady said.
he starts using moisturizer before bed and sunscreen in the morning.
he’s more generous with the cologne that made you bury your face in his neck for a second longer than usual.
even his workouts change. he still trains because he has to, but maybe he adds one more set. maybe he holds the plank a little longer. maaaaybe he does pushups before he comes to see you. you don’t seem to mind when the sleeves of his shirts began to fit tighter around his arms than they used to.
leon thought it was only fair, and he doesn’t mention any of it.
it wasn’t until one evening when you’re standing behind him in his kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist while he’s washing dishes. your fingers squeezed the taut muscle of his abdomen.
“have you been working out more?”
leon glances over his shoulder, pretending to think about it. “...maybe.”
“maybe?” you giggle, feeling his arms. “your shirts didn’t used to fit like this.”
he dries his hands before turning around to face you. he leans against the counter, pulling you close.
“you spend a lot of time getting pretty before you see me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “figured I should put in some work too.”
you blinked. “for me?”
he could feel his ears heating up. “didn’t seem right letting you be the only one trying.”
the look on your face (and the kisses you smothered him in) made everything worth it.
BONUS
Leon wanting you to get your nails done and you think he's gonna drop you off at the salon but he ends up walking in with you bcuz he likes the fancy pedicures where they wrap wax around his legs
Everytime i play FFVII i think of your fanfics (its my first playthrough) and im like screaming over cloud every time a cutscene starts so i gotta pause and read a fic u have written like… 🤭
YAYYY OMG I'm so jealous I wish I could play ff7 for the first time again 😫😫
guys I lost my glasses...
I FOUND THEM WE #UP
☁︎⋅ leon takes care of himself for you
leon never says anything right away, always taking time to observe before reacting.
he watches the way you disappear into the bathroom before dates. the faint click of your makeup compacts, the hiss of the hairspray, the soft music you play while getting ready. by the time you step out, you’re smiling at him like it didn’t take you an hour deciding between two identical outfits.
but he notices.
notices the way your lipstick matches the blush on your cheeks. the special occasion earrings you wear only on dates. the perfume that lingers on his jackets, which change depending on the season (he likes the floral one best).
and, of course, the questions you always ask.
“does this look okay?
“is this shirt too bright?...or not bright enough?”
“will these heels match your shoes?”
leon thought it was ridiculous at first. as if there could ever be a version of you he wouldn’t look at like you hung the stars yourself.
it finally clicked one day while he was waiting outside your apartment. you were running late which was a rare occasion. when you finally appeared in front of him, you had an embarrassed smile while apologizing about redoing your makeup.
that night at dinner, he caught himself staring. you looked gorgeous, you always did. but he saw how clean your eyeliner was, how smooth your cheeks were, and how kissable your lips looked despite the plate of pasta you devoured.
the thought of you taking the time and effort to be so beautiful, just for him? that settled in his chest and followed him home.
the next morning, rather than just putting on the first shirt he sees, he pauses. his hand lingers over an old, loose academy shirt before reaching for a black fitted one instead. he remembers the way you gawked at him the first time he wore it, the memory making him chuckle.
he spends more time fixing his hair, but grows frustrated that it doesn’t move with his fingers dipped in water. that afternoon, he bought a new hair serum. one of the best, at least, that’s what the sales lady said.
he starts using moisturizer before bed and sunscreen in the morning.
he’s more generous with the cologne that made you bury your face in his neck for a second longer than usual.
even his workouts change. he still trains because he has to, but maybe he adds one more set. maybe he holds the plank a little longer. maaaaybe he does pushups before he comes to see you. you don’t seem to mind when the sleeves of his shirts began to fit tighter around his arms than they used to.
leon thought it was only fair, and he doesn’t mention any of it.
it wasn’t until one evening when you’re standing behind him in his kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist while he’s washing dishes. your fingers squeezed the taut muscle of his abdomen.
“have you been working out more?”
leon glances over his shoulder, pretending to think about it. “...maybe.”
“maybe?” you giggle, feeling his arms. “your shirts didn’t used to fit like this.”
he dries his hands before turning around to face you. he leans against the counter, pulling you close.
“you spend a lot of time getting pretty before you see me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “figured I should put in some work too.”
you blinked. “for me?”
he could feel his ears heating up. “didn’t seem right letting you be the only one trying.”
the look on your face (and the kisses you smothered him in) made everything worth it.
BONUS
THANK YOU FOR WRITING STUFF WITH CLOUD. I’ve been yearning..YEARNING for any sort of cloudxreader content NOBODY DOES IT ANYMORE WHY WHYYYY…Anyways your characterization is so peak and amazing I beg of you to write more cloud stuff🥹🥹🥹
NO LITERALLY. I've been searching EVERYWHERE for good cloud x reader fics but there's nothing 🤬🤬. Just gotta take matters into my own hands igs.
Genuine so far have NNNENEEEVERRR missed with a cloud fic like sooooo perfect so delicious and hes just soooo UGGGHHHH I bow before you my grace..
AHHHH THANK YEWW ANON UR SO CUTE
☁︎⋅ BACK TO ME
[SUM] — back shots with leon throughout the years
[TAGS] — 18+, SMUT, piv, back shots (duh), established relationship kinda, mildly ooc (I did my best), praise, car sex
[A/N] — re4 and re4r are separate cuz I lowk feel like they’re different leons lol (IB: writingwisterias!)
S.O.S.
“so, you got any plans this weekend?” your coworker baits you with mischief in his eyes. bound by the shackles of office etiquette, you force yourself to fall for it.
“nothing much, unless sleeping and restarting the same show for the tenth time count.” you hardly look up from your 25 open tabs.
he forces a laugh, and you hold in a sigh. “well, as exciting as that sounds, how ‘bout i raise you something better? i’ve got two tickets to that metal show on saturday, and i was hoping we could—”
heavy footsteps and an eerie hush.
your only warning of what’s to come.
the blonde to your right has seemingly forgotten your existence. right now, he’s focused on much bigger things. “h-hey, chairman ao!” he stutters. “how are you today?”
bristling, you turn around slowly. there’s no way this is happening again.
narrowed amber eyes. a flat, indifferent facade that you see right through.
it’s happening again.
staring right at you, valko taps the wall of your cubicle, checking his watch in feigned urgency. “i need to see you in my office. bring the fiscal reports we were looking at last time.”
muscle memory works your lips into a courteous smile. “yes, sir.”
dad!valko headcannons
dad!valko who picks up your daughter by the neck of her fluffy onesie with his bare teeth, like how a wolf picks up it’s pup. he’d walk around the house with her like that, swinging around in the air and giggling as she gets a front row view of her dad’s laptop screen and this week’s Eoncore tech report…that is, until you freak out and force valko to put her in a carrier.
dad!valko who’s not super great at buying baby clothes for your baby girl. he keeps on coming back with sleepers that spell ‘PUPPY PRINCESS’ in big pink font, socks with grippy paw prints on it’s feet, sweatpants with a polyester tail…least to say, you’ve taken over buying the clothes for now. but you keep the little wolf onesie with wolf ears on it’s hood, because seeing your baby match your husband is too cute.
dad!valko who sleeps curled around you and your daughter, tail wrapping around the both of you, the same way he’d slept practically circled around you when you were pregnant. the baby disappears against him. you have to peel away from his muscular arms if you want to get up in the middle of the night. even if you’re being careful, his eyes would snap open and pepper you with questions of ‘where are you going?’ before following after you dutifully to sit outside the bathroom to wait for you (or hold your hand through the door). it comes from a place of love, promise.
dad!valko who is aghast when his toddler daughter refuses a home-made chocolate cake for her second birthday. instead, she points to the picture of a cream cheese frosted slice of carrot cake with wide pleading eyes, her tail swishing behind her in the exact same way her father’s did when he wanted something from you.
“aw, but sweetie, don’t you want a yummy milk chocolate gateu—“
“no!”
“ow, ow! okay, okay fine, carrot cake it is, now let go of daddy’s ears—“
dad!valko who likes to go on woodland hikes with you and your baby. you used to have to put one of those dog walking leashes on him so he doesn’t get too excited and break off to chase a deer or a squirrel. but now, you’ve got to put one on your daughter too (who recently started walking) so she doesn’t run after him. like father like daughter. sigh.
dad!valko who likes to tickle your daughter’s teeny nose with his fingers to hear her laugh, and tickle her toes with the fluff of his tail. she’s the cutest thing he’s ever set his eyes upon. the sweetest, though albeit a bit toothless smile he’s ever seen. every time she beams up at him, valko’s heart clenches. every time her little paws find his, he can’t help but to squeeze up next to you, give you those eyes, and ask…
“awwww, babe, do you think we should make our little pup another little brother or sister?”
