hip holding > waist holding two gentle hands placed on your hips, fingertips digging ever so slightly into the fat that they could squish for hours if you'd let them. your hips are their favorite part of your body, littering them with bruises and love bites at any given moment. on their knees, looking up at you, two hands firmly griping each hip, placing a soft kiss to the bone with a smile.
leon kennedy, john price, ellie williams, arisu ryohei, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, kyle garrick, könig
waist holding > hip holding their hands fit perfectly in the curve of your waist, almost like your waist was made for them to grab and use to their advantage. they pull you close by your waist, fingers showing no signs of letting go any time soon. using their strength to manhandle you in any way they possibly could, squeezing your waist to show you who's boss with a look that's sure to kill.
joel miller, simon riley, ada wong, niragi suguru, chishiya shuntaro, john mctavish, albert wesker, last boss
I wish certain fictional characters were real so I could hug them. I wish they were real so I could give them comfort for at least once in their lives.
So I had fun combining my two new loves: Task Force 141 and their allies are experts in counteracting terrorism, but when BOWs and a new brand of bioterrorism enter the scene, they find themselves scrambling to adapt and learn. They start working with the BSAA and the DSO. Also, I just want to see Price bumbling over interactions with Jill and everyone reacting to Leon’s….everything.
When you’re reading a really good fic that hasn’t used any gendered terms, isn’t labeled or tagged as fem and you’re loving it and you’re almost at the end but are met with the word “girl” and it ruins it
Realistically the characters I adore wouldn't even look in my direction- however, by the power of delusion I have concluded they would actually fall instantly in love with me the moment I appear mysteriously in their life.