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˖ ִ𐙚 ⠀ ⠀hani ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡⠀ #Ni𝗯𝗲𝗹he𝗶𝗺gal

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works chocobro's ❤︎ whimpery bros ❤︎ leon links ❤︎ during intimacy ❤︎ chocobros links

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is this a safe place to request chocobros eating pussy hcs 🫣

𓈒 ݁(՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞)   chocobro's ‎ ‎ ‎ ♡̲ pussy eating ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ᩙ❤︎ ᩙ ꒱ # cw info𓈒⠀ ⋆ final fantasy xv ✷ !fempov — ⋆ noctis ⋆ prn links ⋆ prompto ⋆ chocobro's ༝ !reader ⋆ ignis ⋆ established relationship ⋆ gladiolus ⋆ NSFW .ᐟ (＞。☆)

꒰𓏼´ `𓏼 ྀིᥩ ꒱ # disclaimer𓈒 this is forever a safespace for chocobros enjoyers!! english isn't my native language there are probably spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense weep.. .ᐟ ◛♡

noctis ݁ 𓈒 ❤︎

Noctis is lazy but starving once he gets between your thighs. He starts slow, almost teasing himself as much as you, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs while his sleepy blue eyes flick up to watch your face. He’s surprisingly messy about it

— lots of tongue, zero shame. He’ll bury his face completely, nose pressed against your clit while his tongue fucks into you, groaning low every time you clench around it. He gets off on how wet you get, the way your thighs start shaking around his ears.

When you’re close he gets greedy, sucking on your clit with sloppy little pulses until your hips jerk and you’re pulling his hair. He doesn’t stop until you’ve come at least twice, then rests his cheek on your thigh looking smug as hell. as if he isn't 2 minutes away from falling asleep.

Prompto ݁ 𓈒 ❤︎

Prompto is enthusiastic. Like, vibrating with excitement enthusiastic. The second you spread your legs he’s grinning up at you, freckled cheeks already flushed. He’s got a filthy mouth even when it’s occupied — constant praise between licks (“Fuck, you taste so good, babe… look at you dripping for me”).

He loves using his fingers at the same time, curling them just right while he flutters his tongue over your clit in quick little patterns he knows drive you crazy.

He’ll edge you on purpose just so he can hear you whine his name, then make you come so hard you see stars.

Bonus: he takes pictures in his head and will definitely describe them to you later while he’s fucking you

Gladio ݁ 𓈒 ❤︎

Gladio treats eating you out like a mission. Big hands pinning your thighs wide open, shoulders keeping you spread while he devours you. He’s rough and thorough

— long, deep strokes of his tongue, sucking your clit hard enough to make your back arch, then soothing it with softer licks. He growls against your pussy when you moan, the vibration shooting straight through you. Loves when you ride his face

the second you start grinding on his tongue he’s in heaven, gripping your ass and pulling you down harder. He’ll keep going until you’re shaking and oversensitive, then smirk up at you with a glistening chin and say, “That’s one. Gimme another.”

Ignis ݁ 𓈒 ❤︎

Ignis is methodical and devastatingly good at it. He studies your reactions like it’s a science — learning exactly.. how much pressure, how fast, when to suck, when to tease. He’ll have you spread out on the bed like a feast, one gloved hand sometimes still on your thigh while the other slides two long fingers into you, curling against your g-spot while his tongue works your clit in perfect, unrelenting circles.

He talks you through it in that low, velvet voice: “Breathe, darling… that’s it. Let me hear you.” When you come he doesn’t stop, he milks it, drawing it out until you’re a trembling, whimpering mess.

Then he’ll kiss up your body looking far too composed for someone whose face is covered in you.

˙˚ ʚ ♡ ɞ ˚˙ all rights reserved to @nakedmei

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No, leon s kennedy is not a pedophile. No he wouldn't rape you. No he wouldn't indulge in incest. #keepmywifesnameoutofyourdamnmouth. He would never do any of these things you posers never touched a single resident evil game

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You weird pedo bitches my writing is for normal people #leavemealone.....

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Hiii is your req still open? If so can I get twt links of chocobros (FFXV) moaning/whimpering sounds? ty hehe 🤭

—‎ (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈) . ݁ chocobro's whimpering ❤︎

ᩙ❤︎ ᩙ ꒱ # cw info𓈒⠀ ⋆ final fantasy xv ✷ !fempov — ⋆ noctis ⋆ prn links ⋆ prompto ⋆ chocobro's ༝ !reader ⋆ ignis ⋆ established relationship ⋆ gladiolus ⋆ NSFW .ᐟ (＞。☆)

꒰𓏼´ `𓏼 ྀིᥩ ꒱ # disclaimer𓈒 i hope you don't mind that i also used youtube 4 this!! i really tried my best finding good audios but half of them were just 30 minutes roleplay .. also sorry for the wait 🫂 excuse me also if there aren't that many for ignis & gladio istg searching good deep voices is #HARD !!

this post contains adult content intended strictly for people 18 years or older. this boundary is in place for legal and safety reasons. Any accounts believed to belong to minors will be blocked immediately .ᐟ ◛♡

noctis ᴖ.ᴖ ಇ　

whiny ݁ 𓈒 lewd kiss

horny prince losing it

Best sound? When he’s close. His voice drops into these soft, stuttering whimpers, each one higher than the last until he buries his face in your chest and just whines your name while he cums.

When you pull his hair and tilt his head back to kiss his neck, he lets out these broken little whimpers right against your ear, shaky and desperate, like he’s embarrassed.. but can’t help it.

He gets the cutest frustrated blush when he can’t hold them back. “Fuck… don’t stop,” he’ll mutter, voice cracking into a soft, needy whimper right after, hips jerking up desperately.

When you edge him? He gets whiny. Actual soft, needy whimpers of your name while his hips twitch, trying not to come too soon. “Babe… please… I can’t—nnnh…”

prompto ᴖ.ᴖ ಇ　

so into it. ݁ 𓈒 when are you gonna let him come?

alone.. can't contain himself

Prompto is the loudest whimperer of the group and he’s not even ashamed. The moment you touch him, he’s already letting out soft, breathy “hah… ah—” sounds.

He whimpers the most when you tease him. Edge him even a little and he’s a mess high-pitched, needy whimpers spilling out non-stop while he begs with those big teal blue eyes.

Loves when you’re on top and he can look up at you. He’ll grip your hips with shaky hands, whimpering “You feel so good… please,..please—” between broken little sounds.

When you praise him (“good boy”), his whimpers turn into full-on moans mixed with desperate whining, face flushed pink all the way to his ears. He gets so loud you sometimes have to kiss him to muffle the sounds.

ignis ᴖ.ᴖ ಇ　

can't stop thinking of you ݁ 𓈒 making love

surprisingly loud

Ignis is so composed… until he isn’t. The first time you make him whimper, he’s genuinely surprised at himself. That elegant voice breaking into a soft, shaky “ah..—darling…” is pure heaven.

He whimpers most when you’re giving him head or riding him reverse cowgirl. The angle + your confidence completely undoes him. You’ll hear these quiet, refined little whimpers that get breathier the closer he gets.

You usually have to work for them. But when you’re riding him slow and deep while kissing his neck, he starts letting out these soft, cultured little whimpers right against your ear.

Loves when you tease his chest and neck. Soft kisses and bites there make him whimper so prettily — almost politely at first, then completely desperate.

When he’s about to cum he starts whispering your name between the softest, neediest whimpers, that would sound like prayer. fingers digging into your hips while he tries (and fails) to stay in control. The contrast between his usual calm and those broken sounds is lethal.

gladiolus ᴖ.ᴖ ಇ　

eating ݁ 𓈒 he has a way with his words..

can't keep his hand off

Gladio doesn’t whimper easily… at first. He’s all low groans and cocky chuckles. But when you really take control — riding him hard while pinning his hands above his head that deep voice cracks into these low, rumbling whimpers.

The sound is filthy. Rough, gravelly whimpers that vibrate through his chest. He tries to swallow them but they slip out anyway, especially when you squeeze and clench.. around him.

He gets embarrassed the first few times and growls “Don’t you dare tell the others…” right before another involuntary whimper cuts him off.

He whimpers when you overstimulate him. After his second or third orgasm, that tough shield drops and you get the most delicious, hoarse whimpers while he begs you to slow down (or keep going).

˙˚ ʚ ♡ ɞ ˚˙ all rights reserved to @nakedmei

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Could you do an anatomy/biology head cannon with Carlos Oliveira from the re3 remake like how you did with Leon Kennedy?

—‎ (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈) . ݁ carlos Oliveria biology ❤︎

ᩙ❤︎ ᩙ ꒱ # cw info𓈒⠀ ⋆ resident evil ✷ !fempov — ⋆ re3 ⋆ anatomy ⋆ third pov ⋆ Carlos oliveria ⋆ carlos ༝ !reader ⋆ afab x amab ⋆ established relationship ⋆ explict ⋆ NSFW .ᐟ (＞。☆)

꒰𓏼´ `𓏼 ྀིᥩ ꒱ # disclaimer of course i can hun!! english isn't my native language there are probably spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense weep.. .ᐟ ◛♡

basic info 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖

full Name: Carlos Oliveira

Age: 26–27 during the Raccoon City outbreak (born around 1973–1974)

Nationality/Ethnicity: Brazilian-American (1st generation immigrant)

Occupation: Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service (UBCS) Sergeant / Mercenary

❤︎︎. personality in intimate setting; Confident and playfully dominant type. Starts off cocky and teasing with that signature flirty smirk, using his charm and humor to ease tension and rile her up. Once trust is built, he becomes intensely protective and affectionate, almost possessive in the way he holds her close. Highly experienced from years of high-stress mercenary life, extremely skilled at reading her body language and needs. Lowkey romantic — lots of deep eye contact, warm kisses along her neck and shoulders,

Height: 6’0” (183 cm)

Build: Broad-shouldered, heavily muscled but athletic rather than bulky. Years of military training and fieldwork gave him a powerful, functional physique—thick arms.., strong back, and powerful legs built for endurance and quick movement.

Appearance: Warm olive tan skin, short curly wavy dark brown hair (slightly messy even when he tries to keep it neat), dark expressive eyes with long lashes, and an easy, charming smile that shows straight white teeth. He has a small scar on his left eyebrow and a few scattered scars across his torso and arms from previous operations.

Personality: Flirty, cocky, and quick with humor, but deeply protective and loyal. He’s the type to tease relentlessly but go soft the moment the she looks at him a certain way.

۪ ݁ 𓈒ꢤ sexual anatomy details

Carlos is very.. much a “big guy” in every sense—broad, warm, and physically overwhelming.. in the best way. He knows exactly what he’s working with and is confident about it.

Overall Body: His skin runs hot. Even in the middle of Raccoon City’s chaos, he feels like a furnace when he pulls her against him. His chest and shoulders are broad enough that she can practically disappear when he wraps his arms around her. There’s a light dusting of dark hair across his chest that trails down in a happy trail. He has a few old bullet graze scars and knife wounds that the reader likes to trace with her fingers (which always makes him shiver).

arms & Hands: Thick forearms corded with muscle, strong hands with rough palms from handling weapons. His fingers are long and thick perfect for gripping hips or thighs. He loves pinning the reader’s wrists above her head with just one hand while the other explores.

Thighs & Legs: Extremely powerful. Years of running, kicking down doors, and carrying heavy gear have made his thighs dense and strong. He can easily.. lift her, hold her against a wall, or keep her legs spread without breaking a sweat.

Cock: Thick and above average in both length and girth (around 8 inches when fully hard, with impressive thickness that makes her feel stretched every single time). The head is slightly flared, and he has a prominent vein that runs along the underside. He curves slightly upward, which hits that perfect spot inside her when he angles his hips right. He keeps himself well-groomed but not completely shaved neat dark hair at the base.

Endurance & Performance: Extremely high stamina. He can go multiple rounds and still have energy left. Carlos is a giver; he loves making her come before he even thinks about finishing. He’s vocal—lots.. of low groans, filthy praise in that smooth voice with a slight accent (“That’s it, baby… just like that”), and he moans her name when he gets close.

Preferences & Habits: ۪ ݁ 𓈒

Loves eye contact during sex. He’ll tilt her chin up so he can watch her face.

Big on body worship—kissing her stomach, thighs, and breasts while murmuring how perfect she feels.

Aftercare king. He’ll pull her against his warm chest, stroke her hair, and whisper soft things in English and Portuguese.

Has a slight breeding kink (even if he’s careful). Loves finishing inside and then staying buried deep while he holds her.

Enjoys when she rides him; he likes gripping her hips and watching her take him.

Turn-ons: her in his oversized UBCS shirt (and nothing else. especially when he can see her hard nipples already from afar.), her pulling his hair, her being a little shy at first then getting bold, and when she scratches his back or shoulders.

‎ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ🦌་༘࿐

fetishies & kinks

Size Difference & Manhandling: He adores how much bigger and stronger he is compared to her. Loves picking her up, pinning her against walls, folding her legs back, or holding her hips while he controls the pace. The sight of his large hands on her body turns him on immensely.

Light Restraint & Strength Play: Using one hand to pin both of hers above her head, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints, or holding her still while he thrusts deep. He enjoys the contrast of his raw power with gentle aftercare.

Marking / Possessiveness: Light biting, sucking marks on her neck, breasts, and inner thighs. He enjoys seeing the evidence of their nights together on her body the next day.

Eye Contact & Intimacy: Not exactly a fetish, but a strong preference. He wants her looking at him when she comes. Lots of forehead kisses, nose nuzzling, and deep stares while he’s inside her.

Sensory Play (Light): Enjoys teasing her with his mouth and fingers for long periods. Also loves when she pulls his hair or scratches his back hard enough to leave marks.

Turn-Offs / ᜔ 𓂂 ׅ Limits:

Anything that feels genuinely humiliating or cruel toward her. He’s protective by nature and gets turned off fast if it feels like real degradation.

Heavy pain play or blood play — he’s seen enough violence in his line of work and doesn’t want it in their intimate moments.

( ´͈ ٣ `͈) Bonus Habits:

He’s the type to tease her about her kinks in a playful way outside the bedroom (“So you like it when I hold you down, huh?”) but becomes completely serious and focused once clothes are off. After particularly intense sessions, he becomes incredibly soft — lots of cuddling, hair stroking, and whispered affection while still buried inside her.

˙˚ ʚ ♡ ɞ ˚˙ all rights reserved to @nakedmei

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❤︎ ࣪ ˖ ▓▓ rqst rules—FROM @nakedmei

O1 fandoms. final fantasy vii, tloz ,final fantasy xv, Haikyuu!!, love and deepspace,

pov. always fempov, the default fempov in my writing is afab & she her pronouns. all my fics are in third person because 1st person just seems so corny for me to write lol. i'll write as vague as possible in appearance and anatomy but i will never write malepov in reader x fics. my blog is strictly f/m. i am open for height, race, condition or traits specifications !

sfw do's. the basic big three angst, smut, fluff.

nsfw do's. penetrative, oral, light bdsm, light degradation, overstimulation, shower sex, masturbation, roleplay, humiliation / name calling, titfuck, size kink, power play, dubcon, porn with plot, phone sex/sexting, blow job, scissoring, mirror sex, car sex, Hate Sex, Established Relationship Smut, Friends with Benefits, pegging, Creampie

won't write. Underage / **Minor characters (even aged up), incest, **Pseudo-incest, stepcest, extreme angst, gore, mpreg, Necrophilia, necromancy sex, zombie sex, **male pov, raceplay, A/B/O, cheating on reader, Non-con/Rape, Vore / Cannibalism / Consumption kinks, Coercion, Bestiality, any non-consensual acts, CNC, I don’t write it even if discussed as consensual. Eating disorders used sexually,

⤷ back to intro 𓈒 ࣪ ˖

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infected leon x fem reader??

ೋ 'Cause I wanna keep you close.

ᩙ❤︎ ᩙ ꒱ # cw info𓈒⠀ ⋆ re4 ✷ !fempov — ⋆ leon s kennedy ⋆ fanfic ⋆ oneshot ⋆ leon x reader ⋆ re4 ༝ !reader ⋆ resident evil ⋆ infection ⋆ semi established relationship ⋆ third person .ᐟ (＞。☆)

꒰𓏼´ `𓏼 ྀིᥩ ꒱ # disclaimer𓈒 english isn't my native language there are probably spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense weep.. .ᐟ ◛♡

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The first thing she noticed was the way his hand trembled.

Not enough for anyone else to catch it. he was too controlled for that–but she’d been watching him for hours. Maybe longer. The village had gone quiet for a moment, the kind of quiet that never meant safety, only the illusion of it. Smoke lingered in the air, clinging to his jacket, to his hair, to everything.

He leaned against the crumbling wall, head tilted back slightly, eyes half-lidded like he was just tired.

He wasn’t.

“You’re doing it again,” she said softly.

One eye opened, sharp even through the haze. “Doing what?”

“Pretending nothing’s wrong.”

A faint smirk pulled at his lips, automatic, practiced. “That’s kind of my job.”

She didn’t smile back.

For a second, something flickered in his expression—annoyance, maybe, or resignation. Then it faded, replaced with that same calm mask he always wore.

“It’s just the infection,” he said, too casually. “I’ve got it under control.”

She stepped closer. “Your hand’s shaking.”

He looked down at it, like he hadn’t even noticed. The tremor had gotten worse, subtle pulses running through his fingers before he curled them into a fist.

“Adrenaline,” he replied.

“Don’t lie to me.”

That made him pause.

Not because he couldn’t come up with another excuse but because of how she said it. Not accusing. Not angry. Just… certain.

He exhaled slowly, pushing himself off the wall. “You should keep your distance.”

“No.”

“It’s not a suggestion.”

“And I’m not leaving you.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

The wind shifted, carrying distant sounds something breaking, something screaming but it all felt far away compared to the tension between them.

His gaze softened, just a fraction. “You don’t get it.”

“Then explain it.”

He hesitated.

That was new. He never hesitated.

“It’s not just… being sick,” he said finally, voice lower now. “It messes with your head. Makes you think things that aren’t yours. Feel things that aren’t yours.”

Her chest tightened. “Like what?”

His jaw flexed. He looked away. “Like hurting people you don’t want to hurt.” Silence settled between them.

She took another step closer anyway.

“Then we deal with it,” she said.

He laughed quietly, but there was no humor in it. “You’re really not listening.”

“I am.” She stopped right in front of him now, close enough to see the faint strain around his eyes, the way his breathing wasn’t as steady as he wanted it to be. “You’re scared.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.”

That shut him up.

Not because she was wrong.

Because she wasn’t.

His hand moved before he could stop it, hovering near her arm like he wanted to push her away—but he didn’t touch her. Didn’t trust himself to.

“You shouldn’t be this close,” he said again, softer this time.

“And you shouldn’t be alone.”

Something in him cracked at that.

It wasn’t obvious. No dramatic shift. Just a slight drop in his shoulders, a brief flicker of exhaustion breaking through the soldier he tried so hard to be.

“You don’t know what you’re signing up for,” he murmured.

“Then tell me.”

He looked at her again.

Really looked this time.

Like he was memorizing her face.

Like he was already thinking about losing it.

“It gets worse,” he admitted. “The longer it’s in your system… the harder it is to stay in control.”

“And you think I’d just leave you to deal with that by yourself?”

“I think you should,” he said, almost sharply. “Before I give you a reason not to.”

She didn’t flinch.

“If you were going to hurt me,” she said quietly, “you would’ve already done it.”

That hit something deeper than she expected.

His expression tightened, something almost pained slipping through. “You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

Because she trusted him.

Because even now infected, exhausted, barely holding it together he was still choosing to keep his distance instead of risking her safety.

Because every step he took away from her was proof he cared more than he’d ever say out loud.

“You’re still fighting it,” she said.

His breath caught, just for a second.

“That’s enough for me.”

The wind picked up again, brushing past them, stirring dust and ash. Somewhere in the distance, a bell rang a warped, broken sound.

Time was running out.

He knew it.

She knew it.

and yet, neither of them moved.

“…You’re stubborn,” he muttered.

A faint smile tugged at her lips. “You noticed.”

Another pause.

Then, slowly carefully his hand lifted again.

This time, he didn’t stop himself.

His fingers brushed against her wrist, light at first, like he was testing something fragile. Like he expected her to pull away.

She didn’t.

The contact was brief. Barely anything.

But it grounded him more than he wanted to admit.

His grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt just enough to feel real.

“I don’t want to lose control,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“You won’t.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“Maybe not,” she admitted. “But I can promise I won’t leave when it gets hard.”

He closed his eyes for a moment.

That might’ve been the most dangerous thing she could’ve said.

Not because it made things worse—

But because it made him want to believe it.

When he opened them again, the tension was still there. The fear. The uncertainty.

But something else had slipped in too.

Something quieter.

Something softer.

“…Stay close,” he said, almost reluctantly.

Her smile was small, but real this time. “I thought you wanted me to keep my distance.”

“I changed my mind.”

“For now?”

He huffed out a quiet breath. “Don’t push it.”

But his hand didn’t let go of her wrist.

he edge of the village, the door hanging half off its hinges. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old blood. Leon shoved the door shut behind them with his shoulder, then leaned against it, breathing hard. The tremor in his hand had spread she could see it now in the subtle twitch of his jaw, the way his shoulders rose and fell too quickly.

“You okay?” she asked, voice low.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid down the door until he was sitting on the warped floorboards, legs stretched out. His head fell back against the wood with a dull thud. “Just… give me a minute.”

She knelt beside him, close enough that her knee brushed his thigh. The contact made his eyes snap open, that sharp blue gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that wasn’t entirely his own anymore.

“You’re burning up,” she murmured, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. His skin was fever-hot, slick with sweat despite the chill in the air.

Leon caught her wrist again, but this time he didn’t push her away. He held it there, against his skin, like the coolness of her touch was the only thing anchoring him. “It’s spreading faster than I thought.”

His voice had dropped, rougher at the edges, laced with something darker than exhaustion. The infection wasn’t just in his blood it was crawling through his thoughts, twisting them into urges he fought with every breath. Hunger. Violence. And underneath it all, a raw, aching need that made his pulse throb visibly at his throat.

She didn’t pull back. Instead, she shifted closer, her free hand resting lightly on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through the damp fabric of his jacket. “Tell me what it feels like.”

He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. For a second, his grip loosened like he might let go, but then his fingers flexed, sliding up her arm in a slow, deliberate trail. The leather of his glove was gone he’d stripped it off earlier without her noticing and his bare skin was scorching against hers. “Like fire,” he said quietly. “Like something inside me wants out. Wants… everything.”

His thumb traced the inside of her elbow, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver through her despite the tension. It wasn’t aggressive. Not yet. But there was a hunger in the way he watched her now, pupils dilated, the blue of his irises ringed with something unnatural.

“You’re still you,” she whispered, leaning in until her forehead nearly touched his. “Fight it.”

A low sound escaped him—half groan, half laugh. “Easy for you to say.” His other hand came up, hesitant, fingers brushing the side of her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with a gentleness that contrasted the heat rolling off him in waves. The pad of his thumb lingered at her jaw, stroking once, twice, like he was memorizing the texture of her skin.

The air between them thickened, heavy with unspoken things. His breathing had shallowed, chest rising and falling in time with hers. She could feel the subtle shift in him—the way his body leaned toward her, drawn in despite the warnings screaming in his head.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, voice barely a rasp now, “and I will.”

She didn’t.

Instead, she closed the last inch, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened as his control frayed. His mouth was hot, demanding in a way that made her stomach tighten. not forceful, but urgent, like he was pouring every ounce of restraint he had left into not taking more than she offered. One hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair, holding her there as his tongue brushed hers, slow and deliberate, tasting of salt and smoke and something faintly metallic.

When they broke apart, both breathing harder, his forehead rested against hers. “Fuck… I shouldn’t—”

“You should,” she cut in gently, her hand slipping under the edge of his jacket, palm flattening against the heated skin of his abdomen. His muscles jumped under her touch, taut and quivering with the effort of holding back. She could feel the faint ridges of old scars, the way his body responded instantly, a low shudder running through him.

Leon’s eyes fluttered shut, a quiet groan vibrating in his chest as her fingers explored higher, tracing the lines of his torso with careful reverence. He was hard already she could feel the press of him against her hip when she shifted closer, straddling one of his thighs without fully settling her weight. The friction was minimal, but it drew another sound from him, deeper this time, his hips twitching up involuntarily.

“Not… too much,” he managed, even as his hand guided her closer, palm splaying across her lower back. The touch was possessive but restrained, fingers digging in just enough to feel the give of her body through her clothes. “I don’t know how long I can—”

“Then don’t think,” she whispered against his mouth, kissing him again, slower this time, letting the intimacy build in the quiet space between heartbeats. Her fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, parting the fabric to expose more skin to the cool air. She leaned down, pressing open mouthed kisses along his collarbone, tasting the salt of his sweat, feeling the rapid flutter of his pulse beneath her lips.

Leon’s head tipped back, exposing the long line of his throat. His hand in her hair tightened, not pulling, just holding, as another tremor ran through him this one different, laced with pleasure rather than pain. “You feel… too good,” he breathed, voice strained. “Like the infection wants this. Wants you.”

His response was a slow roll of his hips, pressing up against her with deliberate care, the hard length of him rubbing through layers of fabric in a way that made heat pool low in her belly. It wasn’t frantic. It was intimate, lewd in the way his breath hitched when she ground down lightly in return, in the quiet gasps they shared, in the way his free hand slipped under her shirt to caress the bare skin of her waist, thumb stroking just beneath the curve of her breast without pushing further.

They moved like that for long minutes, bodies rocking together in a slow, heated rhythm, clothes still mostly on, barriers that kept it from tipping into something he couldn’t come back from. Every touch was measured, every kiss lingering. His mouth found the sensitive spot just below her ear, sucking gently, tongue tracing the shell until she shivered and pressed closer.

“You’re shaking,” she murmured, mirroring his earlier words.

A faint, breathless chuckle escaped him. “Yeah. Different reason now.”

“Fuck…” he breathed, forehead dropping to her shoulder. His mouth found the curve of her neck, open and wet, sucking lightly at the skin there as his hands explored the newly exposed expanse of her back and sides. Fingers traced her ribs, thumbs brushing just beneath the swell of her breasts, teasing without fully claiming. Every touch was reverent, almost worshipful, even as his breathing grew ragged.

She arched into him, fingers working now more hastily at the buttons of his shirt until it hung open. Her palms slid over his bare chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heart, the way his muscles flexed and quivered under her touch. He was burning up, skin slick with sweat, every inch of him responding to her with a hunger that felt both his and not entirely his.

Leon helped her push the shirt off his shoulders, then his hands returned to her, cupping her breasts with a gentleness that belied the tension coiling in his body. His thumbs circled her nipples slowly, coaxing them to stiff peaks as he watched her face, drinking in every soft gasp and shiver. When he leaned in to take one into his mouth, the heat of his tongue made her moan quietly, her hands threading into his hair to hold him there.

He lavished attention on her with unhurried licks and gentle sucks, switching sides while his free hand slipped lower, popping the button on her pants and easing the zipper down. His fingers dipped inside, brushing over the damp fabric of her underwear, stroking along her folds through the thin material with feather light pressure. The lewd, wet sound of his touch filled the small space between them, making her hips twitch forward instinctively.

“So wet already,” he murmured against her skin, voice low and rough. “All for me?”

She nodded, breath hitching as he pushed the fabric aside and slid one finger along her slick entrance, circling her clit with deliberate care. The intimacy of it the slow build, the way he watched her reactions like they were keeping him grounded made the heat between them feel heavier, more charged.

Leon added a second finger, pumping slowly, curling them just right while his thumb continued its lazy circles. His mouth returned to her neck, kissing and nipping softly as he worked her open with patient, measured strokes. Every movement was controlled, even as his own arousal throbbed painfully against her thigh, leaking precum that dampened the front of his pants.

When she started to tremble and clench around his fingers, he eased off, withdrawing just enough to tug her pants and underwear down her legs. She helped him, kicking them aside, then reached for his belt. He let her undo it, hips lifting so she could push his pants and boxers down just enough to free him.

His cock sprang up, thick and flushed, the head glistening with pre cum. It twitched visibly when the cool air hit it, and Leon hissed through his teeth at the relief of being exposed. She wrapped her hand around him, stroking once from base to tip in a slow, firm pull that drew a deep, guttural groan from his throat. His head fell back against the door, eyes half-lidded as he watched her touch him.

“Easy,” he rasped, one hand covering hers to guide the pace keeping it slow, keeping it intimate. “Don’t want to… lose it too fast.”

He guided her up onto her knees, positioning the blunt head of his cock at her entrance. The heat of him was searing, sliding through her slick folds as he rubbed himself against her, coating himself in her arousal. The lewd, wet sounds made both of them breathe harder.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

When she did, he slowly pushed inside inch by careful inch stretching her open with a long, low groan that vibrated through his chest. The sensation was overwhelming: the burning heat of his infected body, the thick fullness, the way his hands gripped her hips with barely-restrained strength. Once he was fully seated, he stilled, forehead pressed to hers, both of them just breathing through the intensity.

“God… you feel perfect,” he murmured, voice strained. His hands stroked her thighs, her waist, soothing and grounding as he fought the urge to thrust hard and fast. Instead, he rocked up into her gently, setting a slow, deep rhythm that let her feel every ridge, every pulse of him inside her.

They moved together like that unhurried, intimate, bodies pressed flush. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands roaming her back and ass, squeezing softly as he guided her movements. Every roll of his hips was deliberate, hitting that spot inside her that made sparks dance behind her eyes. Soft gasps and quiet moans filled the room, the wet slide of skin on skin lewd but never frantic.

Leon’s mouth found hers again, kissing her deeply as the pace gradually built. His thrusts stayed controlled, but deeper now, each one pressing him right against her cervix with a subtle grind. Sweat slicked their bodies, making everything glide hotter, slicker. When the infection surged and his grip tightened, he buried his face in her neck, breathing her in like she was the only thing keeping him human.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against her skin, the words slipping out raw and possessive, laced with that darker edge. “Right now… just mine.”

She clenched around him at the words, drawing a choked groan from him. He reached between them, thumb finding her clit again, circling with firm, steady pressure while he kept that slow, rolling rhythm. The dual sensation pushed her closer and closer until she came with a quiet cry, pulsing around his cock, her nails digging into his shoulders.

Only then did Leon let himself go a little more his thrusts growing slightly deeper, a little less measured, chasing his own release. With a low, broken moan muffled against her shoulder, he followed her over the edge, hips stuttering as he spilled inside her, hot and thick, the heat of it flooding her in pulsing waves.

They stayed locked together afterward, trembling and breathless, his arms wrapped tightly around her as the aftershocks faded. Leon pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, anywhere he could reach, his touch gentle once more.

“Still with me?” he asked, voice hoarse but softer now.

“Always,” she whispered, holding him close.

The infection was still there, humming under his skin, but for this moment, the connection between them felt stronger than the virus trying to claim him.

He didn’t let her go. Not yet

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[dead-end-limbo]

The art block is whooping my ass

[sadgirlcries]

when your colleague is lowkey also your husband

[kayleeeknee]

"x reader" then proceeds to add a name??? Like who the fuck is Sarah???

[requiemiel]

🦐

[toychewer]

[karasuitachi]

why are you looking at me like that cloud

[blckgirlacid]

Not now, Sweetie. Mommy's catching print.

[sadgirlcries]

꒰  catching the print w ff7 men! (⸝⸝ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ‹⸝⸝ᐡ) ꒱

ᩙ❤︎ ᩙ ꒱ # cw info𓈒⠀ ⋆ final fantasy 7 ✷ !fempov — ⋆ cloud strife ⋆ headcanons ⋆ bulge ⋆ weenes ⋆ ff7 men ༝ !reader ⋆ zack fair ⋆ sephiroth ⋆ semi established relationship ⋆ .ᐟ (＞。☆)

꒰𓏼´ `𓏼 ྀིᥩ ꒱ # disclaimer𓈒 this trend is so funny omg i saw it all over tiktok so why not.... english isn't my native language there are probably spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense weep.. .ᐟ ◛♡

𐐪♡𐑂 cℓᴏud strife

Cloud is the absolute worst ( 'best? ) at giving you material.

He wears those baggy black pants most of the time, so you rarely get a 'good look. But on the rare occasions he’s in his tighter training gear or the pants get a little damp from sweat or rain… jackpot.

It’s after a sparring session. He’s breathing hard, spiky hair even messier than usual, and he bends over to grab his water bottle. The fabric pulls tight across his hips and—oh.

There’s a clear, heavy bulge pressing against the front. Not massive in an obnoxious way, but definitely above average and thick enough that your brain immediately starts doing math it has no business doing in public.

You choke on your own spit.

Cloud straightens up, notices you staring, and tilts his head with that confused little frown he does.

“…What?”

you squeak out a weak “Nothing!” and spin around so fast you almost trip over a training dummy. Behind you, you hear him mutter something about “weird girl.” under his breath, completely oblivious.

But the image is burned into your mind.

Every time he adjusts his stance or crouches down afterward, you’re fighting the urge to look again. It becomes your own personal little game.“Can I catch the print without Cloud noticing?”

So far you’re 3 for 7.

And the more you fail, the redder your face gets, which only makes him look at you even more suspiciously.

𐐪♡𐑂 zαck fair

Zack is the easiest and the most dangerous.

The man has zero shame about his body and his uniform is always just a little too snug in all the right places. He’s constantly moving bouncing on his heels, stretching, doing one-armed push-ups like it’s nothing—so the view is ever-changing.

You catch it for the first time when he’s doing squats in the gym. He drops low, thighs flexing, and the front of his pants stretches tight. The outline is unmistakable...long, nicely shaped, and clearly proportional to the rest of his athletic build. When he stands back up, it shifts heavily with the motion and you almost drop the towel you’re holding.

He catches you staring immediately.

Instead of getting embarrassed, Zack just grins that bright, sunshine grin and winks.

“Like what you see, babe?”

suddenly You want the floor to swallow you whole.

You stammer something incoherent and bolt, but not before hearing his laughter echo behind you.

After that, it becomes a running joke (at least on his end).

He’ll “casually” stretch in front of you, adjust his belt with a little too much flair, or plop down on a bench with his legs spread just enough to give you another accidental (completely intentional) view.

Every single time he catches you looking, he shoots you a cheeky little eyebrow wiggle or a “Caught ya again~”

You’re convinced he’s doing it on purpose now.

And the worst part?

You keep looking anyway.

𐐪♡𐑂 sꫀphiroth

you never meant to stare.

Really.

But the man is built like a marble statue!! that decided someday to walk around in skin tight black leather, and the way the material clings when he shifts his weight is… sigh. criminal.

It happens during one of those long Shinra briefing sessions. Sephiroth is standing at the front of the room, arms crossed, Masamune leaning against the wall like it’s just another accessory. You’re seated a few rows back, pretending to take notes, when he turns slightly to gesture at the screen behind him.

there it is.

A very distinct, very generous outline pressing against the front of those obscenely fitted pants.

your brain short circuits for a solid three seconds.

You blink. Look away. Look back.

Is that… real? Or is the leather just doing some kind of optical illusion?

He shifts again, and the print moves with him long, thick, and somehow still intimidating even while completely soft. You feel your face heat up and immediately sink lower in your chair, praying and HOW YOU ARE PRAYING. no one notices you’re suddenly very interested in the floor.

later, when he walks past your desk, you can’t help but sneak one more glance.

He pauses.

Emerald eyes flick down to you, one silver brow arching ever so slightly, like he knows exactly what you’ve been doing.

You nearly die on the spot.

He says nothing. Just gives the tiniest, knowing smirk before continuing on his way, leaving you to wonder if the legendary SOLDIER actually caught you catching the print… and if he’s secretly amused by it.

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