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ovaryacted · 1 month

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Really random but dad bod DI Leon🤤🤤🤤 (I really love DI Leon if you couldn’t tell) like I love Leon w abs, and his hourglass shape but just him cuddling w you and being so warm and soft😢 (or when y’all are making love and his tummy just has us fitting together like puzzle pieces and it’s LIKE OMGMGM😭😭😭😭😭)

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cw: descriptions of body changes, internalized fatphobia, smutty thoughts/acts.

OHHHHHH DAD BOD LEON IS MY VICE PLEASE OH MY FUCKING GOD. LIKE RAHHHH, I NEED IT BAD. Ram anon, I'm on to you.

The changes happen after a year into his forced retirement, he doesn't realize it until he becomes more aware of the way your arms feel wrapping around his soft torso. Once adorned with hard muscle, his body now was covered in a layer of skin that expanded over time. He still had the same physique and the same capacity for strength, but there was an added softness he’d acquired recently that sent his head in for a spin.

Retirement has been good for Leon, he no longer has to deal with the hecticness of mission briefings and assignments. He gets to actually rest, his usual overactive nervous system now rendered down and becoming more manageable. The first couple of weeks he spent falling asleep in bed or on the couch, like his body was playing catchup on the energy that's been robbed from him over the years. You didn’t bother him about it, didn’t even judge him whenever you’d find him limp on the bed and snoring in the middle of the day.

You'd use that time to run errands or do chores around your shared home, often preparing meals for him whenever he'd wake up groggily to go look for you. Eating homemade meals that were made with love certainly started to add up, the consistent intake of food was new and apparently something that his body liked and needed. The constant nausea he often experienced when he was under so much stress went away, slowly learned how to enjoy eating again like he did years before he was forced to become an agent.

He never focused on his appearance most days, but as Leon stopped to observe himself in the mirror one morning, his eyes were fixated on his body. He's certainly changed after a while, stomach a little fuller and cheeks more plump than before, hell even his arms and thighs looked bigger. His initial reaction to the change would have been disgust, to put himself back on a routine to regain the muscle he's lost and to critique every imperfection that would eventually be another nuisance.

But as he looked at himself a little longer, a smile crept up on his face, not minding what he saw for probably the first time in his life. All he saw was your love for him, how the signs of you taking care of him after all this time were starting to reflect in how he looked. He was healthy, he was alive, and that was a win in his book.

You certainly didn't mind the changes either and took every opportunity to remind Leon of just how much you adored him. Cuddling him whenever you could was something that became a ritual between the two of you, sneaking under his arm and digging your face into his chest any chance you got. He was soft, warm, and just a tad bit squishy. He was human, he was himself, not some war machine meant to work like a dog day and night.

One of your favorite things about his new appearance was the intimate moments you both shared and how he felt around you both internally and externally. You loved getting on your knees and worshipping him, sucking over his cock lavishly and running your hands over his thick thighs, biting at them when Leon found himself lost in pleasure.

Or when you were riding him and the sound of his thighs slapping against yours was louder than before, his lower tummy rubbing into you, meshing together so well one would think you were part of the same whole. It made you feral, like a primal instinct to claim him and show him that all you wanted was to make him feel accepted in this new body. Leon didn't complain, he loved how your attraction to him seemed to skyrocket.

Maybe being a bit more soft wasn't so bad after all.

#ovaryacted asks #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #resident evil drabble #resident evil smut #₊˚⊹ ♡ ─ ram anon 🐏

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niki-phoria · 3 months

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NOT EVEN THE GODS ABOVE CAN SEPARATE THE TWO OF US

pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: hurt comfort word count: 731

notes: set in the re4 castle, leon cries (kinda), reader cries, not proofread so pls forgive any mistakes !!

summary: leon can't bare the thought of losing you for a second. so what happens when you disappear for four hours in a haunted, monster-filled castle?

four hours. it’s been four hours since leon found himself in this hellhole. four hours of mindlessly wandering through seemingly endless corridors of concrete and stone. four hours of agonizingly tracing and retracing a maze filled with monsters. it almost reminds him of the haunted houses you’d drag him to, all too eager to bring him along to experience some fake scares for once.

it’s been four hours since he lost you.

an unrelenting chill blows past him again, causing goosebumps to arise along his exposed forearms. monsters don’t care about the cold, he supposes, though it would be nice to have his jacket. with his adrenaline slowly wearing off with each step he finds himself more and more susceptible to the unrelentingly cold castle.

studying the monotone bricks ahead, leon’s mind wanders. he’s distracted. you shouldn’t have even been on the island, much less this close to whatever monstrosities linger far too close for comfort. what if you’re hurt? what if those monsters have somehow gotten to you. what if… the worst has already happened?

leon sighs. his eyes flutter closed for a second as he sends a silent prayer to a god he isn’t sure he ever really believed in. please be okay. if anything happens… take me instead. please be okay.

his heart leaps when he notices a soft scuffle. it’s nearby. something - or maybe someone - is in the darkness. leon’s hand instinctively draws to his knife. his fingers dig into the handle as he grips the blade tightly against his side. ready.

he moves like an animal. a predator - ready to strike at any moment. the stone bricks behind him are ice cold as he presses his back against the wall, silently waiting for his prey.

there’s another step. then another. and then -

“y/n?” he can almost feel his heart cease its beating in his chest. he blinks once. twice. like you’ll disappear in the milliseconds it takes for him to open his eyes again. his knife clatters to the ground in his shock. leon’s fingernails dig into the thick fabric of his gloves. he has to resist the urge to pinch himself in fear of waking up from whatever fucked up dream this is.

“leon.” your voice wavers. a second passes. then another. and another.

and then you’re running at him, all but tackling the man as you jump into his arms. leon stumbles backwards slightly. his combat boots scrape against the concrete floor as he scrambles to maintain his balance. he’s unfortunately not fast enough; the momentum sends both of you tumbling to the ground.

leon’s back aches from where you both slammed into the cold floor below. he’s sure your knees do, too. you’re both covered in dirt. a layer of sweat and grime stains the fabric of your shirt. your hands are bloody and bruised and your arms will be littered with a variety of new scars by next month - you’re sure of it - but it doesn’t matter. because you’re real.

you’re really here. you’re really wrapping your arms around his shoulders. you’re really burying your face into the crook of his neck. you’re really here.

“y/n.” this time his voice is louder. his body moves before his mind does. wrapping his arms around your waist, he sighs, taking in the feeling of you finally back in his arms once again. leon slips his hands underneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing his fingertips along the ebbs and flows of your back.

leon squeezes his eyes shut; his grip around your waist tightens. his heart cracks a little more with each new tear he can feel drip against his skin and stain into the fabric of his shirt. gently rubbing his hand against your back, he hopes that with enough loving touches and whispered reassurances he’ll be able to mend your heart back together.

leon is desperate. dull nails dig into the skin of your hips, as if the lack of separation between your bodies now will make up for lost time. “you’re here,” leon whispers. he isn’t sure if you can hear him. he can barely hear himself over the noise of his own beating heartbeat and your quiet sobs. “it’s okay. i’ve got you.” stray tears escape his own eyes before leon has the chance to stop them. “i won’t let anything happen to you ever again. i promise.”

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goldenfigtree · 7 months

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The L Word

Summary: yet another glimpse into you and Leon’s relationship where Leon realizes that his feelings for you are stronger than he thought.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x FemReader

Warning: fluff, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, babe)

A/N: Yet another Drabble I wrote instead of sleeping enjoy merp

It was yet another day where you two decided to relax all day indoors. Something Leon insisted on doing so the morning after he came home. You couldn’t really blame him. After dealing with some disgustingly horrifying monsters, you would also like to escape reality through the static of the tv screen.

What you didn’t know was that he really just wanted an excuse to wrap you in his arms. After every mission he often found himself touch starved, craving it like a wild animal. With you now by his side, it was only through the touch of your hand on his face, your arms around him, that he knew he was home.

That he was no longer perceived as a weapon but as a person.

After this mission specifically, your absence really took a toll on him. Four long months without your presence or to even hear your voice felt like he was waning off an addiction he didn’t know he had. To stomach the distance meant staring at a Polaroid picture of you that he kept in his wallet. It didn’t seem to help, if anything it felt like it was making it even worse.

It was these, what he considered, strange behaviors that made him question how much he liked you. He would be shooting down deformed monstrosities and wondering what you were doing right at that moment. Every night, he found his hand outstretched on the other side of the hotel bed, wishing you were there.

Did this mean he didn’t just like you but felt something far stronger?

Maybe even the L word?

Leon far before Raccoon City could have easily answered this question. But as he went on living, the lines that were once so bold were now blurring and fading away.

“So, a movie night?” You slur out your words playfully as you open the pantry. You pursed your lips in disappointment as you scanned the shelves for something, anything for your movie night. But nothing was there, “Might need to make a quick trip to the grocery store” you mutter to yourself while clicking your tongue. You were clearly excited by the idea of spending a day watching movies and cuddling with your lover, so the fact that there was a lack of your typical movie night snacks was mildly disappointing. Leon let out an amused chuckle, leaning against the pantry doorframe, his frame close behind you, his shadow consuming you.

“It’s not the snacks that I’m craving, pretty girl” he flirts in his suddenly husky voice. Tapping your chin you turn to him and hum,

“Ah, the movie that’s right! What are you in the mood for?” you ask, blissfully unaware of his insinuation. He can’t help but smile as he shakes his head,

“I’m in a bit of a romantic mood” he slyly says pulling you close with his hand on your waist. Blushing slightly you affectionately pat his chest before moving over to slip on your shoes and grab your bag from the hall tree,

“I’m gonna run to the grocery store real quick, wanna come?”

Without hesitation, Leon walks out with you to the car. Always one to refuse you the liberty of running errands by yourself in fear of something happening to you. Opening the driver’s door for you first, he then slips into the passenger side. A liberty you gladly took from him a while back when you witnessed how he drove. As long as he was with you, he was strictly passenger princess.

After the drive, you parked the car and opened your door without thinking, which earned a stern look from Leon. You sigh and roll your eyes as you shut the door, watching him get out to walk to your side and open the door for you,

“Thanks babe” you say defeatedly, a smirk in your view as you walked in front of him towards the store,

“Any time” he warmly replies, subconsciously grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his.

Walking from aisle to aisle, the two of you discussed and debated which snacks to take home. At one point you and him had to suffice to not getting twizzlers or red vines because the both of you were unwavering on your opinions on which is better. Eventually, you and Leon make it to the ice cream section, where yet an argument sprouted, except this time it was purposely provoked,

“Should we get some ice cream?” You ask wiggling your eyebrows as you held up a pint of Talenti gelato. Leon, being Italian, scoffs at the pint,

“That’s gelato, babe” you chuckle and roll your eyes, putting the gelato pint back in its respective spot in the freezer,

“What’s the difference?” you ask sweetly, a smirk on your lips as you mentally prepared for what’s to come.

Leon turns to look at you incredulously, “What’s the difference? What’s the difference?”

You chuckle and roll your eyes, gripping the shopping cart as you cock your hip,

“Oh here we go”

“Gelato is denser, more rich than ice cream” Leon explains, listing the differences with his fingers,

“Uh huh” you deadpan

“Ice cream uses eggs, gelato doesn’t” he adds matter-of-factly

“Got it” you deadpan again, stifling a giggle at his passionate explanation. You couldn’t help but find it humorous and adorable that he fell for your schemes to get him like this every time. You loved to tease him and just couldn’t help it.

Once you two purchased your movie night snacks and Leon had finally got his point across, it was finally time for the movie night to begin. With all the snacks on the coffee table, and the both of you drowning in blankets it was already off to a good start. Leon, however, thought that he could make it better. Grabbing you by your side, he pulls you down with him as he lays on the couch.

Finally, the moment he was really waiting for. Without protest, you go along with him and rest your head on his chest, one of his hands caressing your hair as the two of you watched the movie. For the first time in a while, he felt safe. He didn’t know what he did to have you as his significant other. Someone so patient and understanding to his past and his present. Living a life filled with crime and suffering, at one point he didn’t believe people like you existed. And yet, there you were in his arms. His heart fluttered at the sight of you, smiling serenely to yourself while you watched the tv. His heart began beating faster,

“Babe?” He asks softly, making you look up at him.

“Mhm?”

“I love you” your eyes widened by his words. For it was the first time he had ever said those words to you. You’ve wanted to hear him utter those words for so long, almost finding the courage to say them first. But when you were on the verge of confession, you looked into his steel-like blue eyes and immediately stammered to change the subject. You even questioned if this relationship was more serious to you than it was to him.

But now here he was, telling you he loved you. You couldn’t help but beam at those three words, as you propped yourself up on his chest by your elbows,

“You love me?” A bubbly giggle escapes you as you ask this question. Leon sits himself up, his hands tugging you closer by your waist, seating you on his lap, as he looks at you sincerely. Leaning closer you whisper against his lips, “Say it again”

“I love you” the words vibrate against your lips as he captures them with his own. They brushed and pressed softly yet meaningfully. With your arms around his neck you pull away, resting your forehead against his,

“I love you too” you felt his chest fall as he let out a breath through his nose in relief before he leaned in once more, kissing you harder. Sucking the breath out of you, while your teeth clacked against his and his nose smushed against your own. Your arms around his neck pull him closer in the midst of the crashing of your lips and gasps for air in between. He had never felt more alive than he did at this moment. His hands trailed to your hips and gripped them tightly as he began nibbling at your wet bottom lip. Your hands reached his face, your thumbs caressing his cheekbones, once the kiss trailed to pecks that resorted to no end. It took everything within him to stop kissing you. Every single kiss made him feel as if he was brought back to life again. But for your sake, he pulled away so you could catch your breath, admiring the sight of your swollen lips and your dreamy gaze at him. The corners of your mouth lift as your breaths slow to their original pace,

“Why’d you stop?” You ask breathlessly. The sentence alone shot an arrow through his heart.

“Didn’t want to overwhelm you, sweetheart” he responds, letting his hands trail from your hair to your back. With an almost offended look you poke his chest with your index finger,

“Overwhelm me? No no, finish what you started” you lightly tease, a flustered giggle to follow when you noticed a certain glint in his eyes,

“Oh I will” in one swift movement he stands up and throws you over his shoulder, making you squeal with laughter as you squirmed,

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“You’re going to eat your words, pretty girl” he retorts sarcastically, firmly holding you over his shoulder with a smug grin while walking to your bedroom.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil drabble #resident evil imagines #spotify #leon being a lovesick puppy #this man is touchstarved #me too tho #passenger princess

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multi-fandom-imagine · 9 months

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«absentminded || Leon S. Kennedy ||

A/n: The choke hold this man has on me.

Prompt used:

[ absentminded ] sender casually takes receiver's hand in public, laces their fingers, and doesn't let go.

Leon knew it was dangerous to date a civilian but the moment you flashed that smile at him in that little coffee shop he knew he was doomed. He did his best to keep his past from you but every once and while the nightmares would surface so he had no choice but to tell you.

The man honestly wouldn’t have blamed you if you left, people can handle so much baggage but you didn’t you stayed.

You stayed, which is why Leon would often find himself doing things, things he never realized he was doing until you teased him about it.

Like today, it was meant to be a day of relaxation. A day where you and Leon could just unwind. He decided to take you to the boardwalk, every once and a while his fingers would graze yours until he leaves his fingers through yours giving it a squeeze looking for a place to eat.

Looking up at the man a light giggle escaped your lips as you rested your head on his arm, the man still oblivious until you pressed your lips to his cheek.

“I love you.”

Snapping out of his haze, Leon’s lips pulled into a smile as his hand still held yours. “I love you too.”

He would never let go.

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jinnxedy · 4 months

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gf Jill

I barely see any Jill content, so why not. I love this woman so much, you don't get it. Anyway, here are some headcannons :)

⭑ She loves when you're gentle with her. Soft touches and caresses are definitely her thing.

⭑ Overprotective lover. Not in a toxic way, she's just extra careful with you, Jill would hate to lose you.

⭑ You're her safe place, she's not afraid to open up or lean on you.

⭑ The only person that's allowed to touch her hair is you, no questions asked.

⭑ Speaking of hair, Jill lets you dye and cut it whenever she feels like it.

⭑ Loves when you play with her hair at night, especially after a really bad nightmare.

⭑ The feeling of your fingers running through her hair puts her to sleep in a matter of seconds.

⭑ This girl trusts you more than anything.

⭑ You're her top priority, nothing comes before you.

⭑ Would match jewelry with you, like bracelets or something, that would be so cute actually.

⭑ Loves kissing you, but it would be more of a private matter.

⭑ She's not big on PDA, but some handholding, a hand on your back or back pocket would be enough for her. She just needs some reassurance that you're still there without making it too extra.

⭑ Neck kisses are her favorite. Loves receiving them, but she adores giving them to you.

⭑ Jill is scared of hurting you in any way, so always expect soft and tender touches from her side.

⭑ She's more of a dog person. If i'm not mistaken, Jill had dog pictures laying around in her apartment in re3, so I could say with certain confidence that you two would own a dog or two.

⭑ I feel that it would be so cute if you two did your skincare together and everything.

⭑ She would appreciate the times you two just sit together in silence and enjoy your presence, it's so precious to her.

I need her, I'm not sane.

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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hi! you’re one of my favorites writers i was wondering if you could write reader and Leon going furniture shopping for their first house they bought together thank you and have a great day! 😁

- Leon Kennedy x reader

This is so cute!! Thank you for requesting me love!! 💕💕💕

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You knew Leon could be so insanely stubborn at times, but you would’ve never expected him to go this far, every time you even begin to suggest decorating the house Leon only ever responds with, ‘Decorate however you want angel’ and you’re starting to doubt wether or not he even wants to move into a house together.

So you decide to wait until tonight, just as Leon climbed into bed with you to bring up the situation. He could tell something was bothering you by the way you pick at your nails, and the almost nervous look that settles in your eyes, his hand reaches for yours with reassurance.

“You alright sweetness?” He asks, his thumb smoothing over your knuckles as you give him a weak smile.

You nod as you start to play with his slightly gun-calloused fingers, and you take a mental note to pick up more of that hand cream he uses.

“Yeah, yeah I’m alright- I just- can I ask you something?” You tiptoe, really not wanting to jump to any insane conclusions that might hurt him, but you knew from past experience that it’s best to air out your feelings instead of bottling them up.

“Of course, you can,” he tells you shifting to sit closer to you.

You take a deep breath, preparing yourself, “Do you even want to move in together? I mean I just- I don’t know- it feels like you don’t really want this” You sigh, not looking at him scared of the pain that might stain his features.

He frowns a little, “What? Of course I want to move in together, I’ve wanted this for so long” he tells you with a promising tone, “Why did you ask?” It comes out much quieter than he wanted, his voice quivering ever so slightly.

“Whenever I bring up decorating you always seem to just brush it off,” you tell him playing with his fingers.

He goes quiet for a moment, trying to find the right way to say this, “I’m sorry angel— it’s just I want you to decorate it however you like, I mean you’re going to be here more than I am, you know with my job and everything” he confesses, guilt pinching at his heart.

His worries are soon gone as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Oh Leon, but this is still your house, our house” you remind him as you pull away slightly pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I want you to help me decorate our house” you smile, watching the way his eyes glisten with excitement.

“Okay, I think we can do something about that tomorrow,” he says, relishing the way you let out a string of excited squeals.

You press another kiss to his cheek, “Well then, It’s a date Kennedy” you giggle snuggling down next to him, your head resting on his chest as he traces small patterns against your back.

Leon would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t having a good time looking through all the fake furniture displays, the way you ‘Ooh’ and ‘Aww’ at all the different shapes and colours similar to a child in a sweet shop.

You both agreed to take it one room at a time, it would be much easier that way and you both settled on deciding the living room first.

“Ooo, We should get that one” you laugh pointing to the sofa that was an awful shade of green that was displayed.

He looks at you with unpleased eyes, “Absolutely not” he deadpans pulling you away from the ugly velvet cushioned sofa, as you ramble on about how a green sofa would be ‘cool’ but he has none of it.

Leon can hardly believe it, he’s always wanted to move in with you ever since you started to stay over at his apartment, he loves coming home to you, waking up and falling asleep together, and now he gets to do it every day, he couldn't be happier.

“How about this one?” He says, it was a beautiful cream colour with the softest fabric he’s ever felt, and he imagines being curled up on it together watching trash tv, “All snuggled up together, what do you think?” He asks, his hand soothes your hip.

“Mhm, does it come in a darker colour? You spill almost everything” you tease and he scoffs at you playfully.

“When have I ever spelt anything?” He asks with a slight frown.

“Hmm let me see, the one time you spelt my wine and left a stain, then the pasta incident when you were drunk, the pizza you dropped- oh! And-“ he doesn’t let you finish the rest of your rambling, his finger pushes against your lips.

“Okay okay yeah, so we’ll get it in dark grey” he chuckles, accepting defeat as he presses a kiss to your temple, you continue to walk through the aisle and he watches as you jog over to something that clearly has caught your attention and Leon knows that this might be a long day but there’s no one else he’d rather spend it with.

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shadesoflsk · 5 months

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A glimpse in Leon's life.

PAIRING: Basically just DI!Leon with few mentions of GN!Reader but nothing much.

NOTES: This is just a little drabble I had on my mind for some days. This is my first work so please forgive if this is so shitty. :P

WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, blood. But mostly slice of life!

Leon is a simple man, really. No matter how horrendous his missions could be, how bloody and gruesome the scenario might be — his mind and lifestyle remained the same.

Given the nature of his career he couldn't stick to a specific routine. "We need your help." That simple sentence would wake him up almost immediately (not a difficult task since poor guy is a light sleeper) and drop everything that he had planned for the day ahead — not that he minded, though. For almost twenty years of his life, he's only known that.

Yet, the comfort of coming back to his home, to his sacred place made up for every gunshot he had to fire and for every bloodshed he had to witness. Heavy footsteps echoed through the vast living room filled with cinnamon candle lights — not his but theirs. A nice reminder that he wasn’t alone. At least not anymore. Years made him a sappy man, reminiscing about his younger self. Bright eyes with a noble future. The latter has never changed no matter the situation. He loves helping people — he loves people.

That’s why he always indulges in conversation with the same old lady at the supermarket, just like he’s doing right now. “How have you been young guy?” The lady would always ask even though Leon wasn’t young in the slightest sense of the word, but hey, he gratefully takes the compliment. “Nothing much.” He lies; his back was hurting as hell. Being thrown around was bearable when he was 27. Now, he worries he might not be able to crouch and pick up his cellphone whenever he drops it (which it's a rather common occurrence for him.)

He walks through the alcohol aisle. His eyes gazed along the wide-ranged options of booze. He was proud of himself since he grew out of that deadly addiction of his. He used to drown on it whenever he could, morning, afternoon and specially on nights when his own mind would play dirty tricks on him and display the various scenarios where he would blow the brains out of a zombie. Or when he was taken away from a normal life that dreadful night of September.

Now, instead of reeking of alcohol and sweat, he much prefers to smell like home. His partner loves candles — so does he. He picked up on a habit which he would take a quick sniff from the scented candle. He is a simple man; he likes what his darling likes. Cinnamon and apple was his favorite. “Jesus… the prices these days.” He muttered under his breath as he looked at the price. Life as an agent was tough, but well rewarding. A black card was always in his wallet, yet he barely used it. He could basically buy the whole supermarket in the blink of an eye, but he decided to follow a humble life. Too humble.

Leon was a simple man, he loved cleaning things. A cleaning freak some would say but he paid no mind. He likes tidying up his house — apron and everything. “Kiss the cooker.” “Housewife.” He had many of them, too many of them. Dad’s jokes were a daily thing throughout his life. Even when he was fresh out of college, he would drop some jokes expecting everyone to laugh at them. No one did. But he never stopped, it wasn’t in his nature to give up on his personality or something so essential about himself. And maybe that’s why he's a living proof of his everlasting identity.

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cherubify · 17 days

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note: fluff, slightly suggestive, marriage, based on re3r carlos' noir outfit, a teeny tiny cheer up gift for @xoxostarlet <3 / sfw

"how do i look?" carlos turns from the mirror to you, his hand fiddling with the knot on his wine red tie.

tonight he's wearing a suit, a two piece fit that insists on accentuating his muscular frame. a special suit for a special occasion– your long awaited date night. his brown eyes search for answers, but you smile and pat the lint off his sleeves.

"you look amazing. and really, really hot," you emphasise with a smirk. he chuckles, and it's the kind that awakens dormant butterflies and scatters them into a frantic flight within you. it's been years with him and you still get a fluttery feeling whenever he pulls that off. you pout at the unfairness and squeeze his bicep.

"i can say the same for you, my love," carlos smiles tenderly as he takes you in himself. you're wearing the dress he bought you, a dress that beckoned him with images of you in it and whispers of your name when his eyes fell upon it. he knew it'd look amazing because it's on you, but hot damn– you're perfect.

a burly arm coils around your waist and he pulls you in. the brunette brushes back stray hairs behind your ear, eyes fixed on you with a tender hearted gaze. you put your hands on his chest and peer up at him curiously. the boyish grin playing on his lips heats up your face.

"you're so beautiful-" he ghosts the outline of your jaw with his gloved knuckles. brown curly hair hangs over his unflinching gaze, "-that i have half the mind to skip tonight and call take in."

ahh, not again. your knees feel weak, but only for a mere moment. it's easy to get sucked into his eyes, and if you don't stand your ground you'll end up in his arms once again, bodies tangled until tomorrow. as much as you love your husband, now is not the time for this. so you shake your head before frowning at his implications. a light smack him on his chest snaps him out of his haze.

you pinch his cheek. he winces, the tiny bristles lining his face itches your fingers when you tug, "it took us an entire month for this reservation, carlos! we have all of the time in the world for this later."

"ow ow- okay, i give in," he manages a defeated laugh, though his eyes carry an amused glint. he shows his gloved palms in defeat, "but later, right?"

"sure. if we don't come home in a food coma," you snort as you slip on your heels. he watches as you step out the house, but not without giving him a look over your shoulder before the door closes behind you.

it's a knowing smile, one that answers his simple question. he laughs– even with how easily you get sucked into his shenanigans, you still try to keep him on his toes. carlos takes one last look in the mirror before choosing to ditch his gloves. just so he can better hold your hand tonight, and y'know, so everyone can see the ring around his finger.

he hums as he snatches up his car keys and flicks the light switch off, enveloping both him and the hallway in darkness. after one last check around the house, he shuts the door behind him and it locks with a click.

all content written by @cherubify ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open. previously known as @puppyina.

#resident evil #resident evil blurb #resident evil drabble #resident evil 3 #resident evil carlos #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x fem reader #carlos oliveira fluff #resident evil x you #resident evil x y/n

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konigbabe · 1 year

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Leon's hair looks so soft

i just wanna run my hands through it; to braid it (can we also talk about how he shakes his head to get rid of the water like a puppy)

Having Leon splayed on the couch, lying on his back; head on your stomach, both of you facing the television. It’s comforting–the quietness of the situation, just the TV playing, you and Leon silently watching. Like a moment frozen in time, the world outside the room ceases to exist, and all that matters is the warmth of his body against yours and the soothing sound of his breathing.

The soft glow of the TV illuminates his features, casting shadows across his face and highlighting the curve of his lips as he smiles at something on the screen. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a reassuring rhythm that lulls you into a sense of peace.

It's a moment of pure intimacy, where words are unnecessary, and the silence speaks volumes. Like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together, you and Leon are in perfect harmony, comfortable in each other's presence.

He hums occasionally as your fingernails scratch his scalp; the softness of his hair slipping between your fingers. You absent-mindedly start braiding his hair, your fingers weaving through the silky strands with practised ease. It's a small gesture of affection, one that Leon appreciates, and he lets out a contented sigh as you continue.

As you braid his hair, you feel Leon's hand reaching up to hold yours, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"You know, I could get used to this," he says softly, his voice low and warm.

You look down at him, a smile spreading across your face.

"Used to what?"

"This," he gestures towards the two of you, "just being here, like this. It's nice."

You nod in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

"Yeah, it is."

#this is literally what I've been thinking for the last two days #the hair has to be so soft #he's definitely using a separate shampoo for it #don't come at me saying he's one of those 3in1 body wash ppl #leon might not be into skin/hair care but man has his priorities with shampoos #he's definitely uses a citrus shampoo #or an eucalyptus one #something minty #answered #moni answers #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #moni writes #fluff #drabble #resident evil drabble #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy fluff

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ovaryacted · 3 months

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*clears throat* subspace!Leon. That is all

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Yeah, yeah…yeah. Let’s fucking cook for a second. (I’m gonna write this out in a rush at work so if it’s choppy I’m sorry lmao).

Let me set the scene: Leon completely fucked out and a mess after feeling so good. It doesn’t matter what exactly was done, what position he’s in, whether he’s on top or more on the receiving end. He’ll just turn into a whiney mess and craves more attention and affection. If he’s in missionary, he’d dig his face into your neck and wrap his arms around you, probably start crying and mumbling in your ear because he has no filter when he’s in subspace. He says the first thing that comes to mind: I love you, you feel so good, more more more. His inhibitions are just completely unrestricted, and he gets clingy and more desperate even if he’s the one fucking you.

But if you’re the one fucking him? That’s another story.

Whether that’s you riding him without stopping, edging him, or fucking him with the strap, he’s a goner. Leon isn’t used to being so pliable, to be put in the position to just receive. Pulling on his hair or biting at his ear will send him into a frenzy, touching him any which way after he’s climaxed twice makes his mind go blank. Every part of him is sensitive and hyperaware, twitching and on edge the more you do or say to him. He can’t think, can’t speak, can’t describe how he feels or can verbally say what he wants. He just lets you use him in a way, wants you to get off because what helps you reach that edge is what arouses him by default.

Leon would have his hands everywhere, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, all glassy and unfocused. Tears would be rolling down his flushed cheeks, and his breathing is just so shaky, his chest rising and falling with every groan and whimper he releases. The moment he hits the edge of overstimulation, his brain just stops working, talks incoherently under his breath and continues to whine like a bitch in heat.

You’d have to be gentle with him, make sure he doesn’t slip too far because he can. Leon finds comfort in the lack of control, in the ability to no longer have to think and have someone else lead. It’s what he wants, what he needs, what he craves.

His lips would be everywhere too, having an oral fixation he needs to have something in his mouth to calm down or to stay present in the moment. Your favorite thing to do is to guide his face towards your chest, letting him suck at your nipples while you run your fingers through his hair as you fuck him. He whimpers when he gets to do that, just sucks on them comfortingly and hums mindlessly as he does. If he’s really that deep into subspace, he’ll call you Mommy under his breath and will get upset if you pull him away from your chest too soon.

After you’re done with him, it’s all softness and affection for the rest of the time. Gently caressing his body, telling him affirmations and words of love and affection as he comes back from the immense high. You don’t rush Leon from the comedown, and depending on how intense it is, he’ll need more attention or more time with you for reassurance and comfort. Anything he needs, you’re willing to provide, because it’s what he deserves and because you love him. Simple as that. You make him feel safe and loved in his arms, and it’s so easy for him to slip away into sleep knowing you’d be there in the morning when he wakes up.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil leon kennedy #resident evil smut #resident evil drabble #ovaryacted asks #sub! leon kennedy #Leon in subspace #yeah

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niki-phoria · 7 months

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pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 508

includes: tooth rotting fluff, reader is implied to also be an agent

a/n: apology post for the leon angst from a few days ago /j

leon is still dreaming. he must be.

squinting up at the ceiling of your picturesque apartment, the world slowly comes back into focus around him. sunlight has just begun to stream in through your still-open blinds; the sunrise casts a golden glow across your bedroom. he can faintly hear the sound of birds chirping in the distance. the cheap ceiling fan you had installed together when you first moved in clicks overhead with each spin it makes.

shifting slightly, leon notices a weight pressed against his chest. his lips quirk upwards into a soft smile as he glances down at you. your hair - disheveled from sleep - lays sprawled across his body. it tickles against the bare skin of his neck and collarbones.

he wraps his arms around your waist, a hand slipping underneath the fabric of your stolen t-shirt to rub against your bare skin. a soft hum leaves your lips at the contact as you nuzzle yourself even closer against leon’s body.

“morning, love,” he murmurs. his morning voice is raspier than usual - scratchy syllables leaving his throat. you simply groan in response, squeezing your eyes shut a little tighter in a poor attempt to cling onto your last remaining moments of sleep for the night.

leon chuckles, raising a hand up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. “what time is it?” you rasp out.

he shifts slightly to glance at the alarm clock beside your bed. “05:21.” you hum in acknowledgement, letting your eyes flutter closed shut once again. your body relaxes against leon’s chest, making him chuckle softly. “we need to get up soon.”

“we need to get up in nine minutes,” you retort.

although leon snickers, he lets silence overtake the room once again. he watches as you slowly fall back asleep; your breathing evens out and your body fully relaxes against his once again. in the quiet morning glow of your apartment, time does not exist. there are no monsters to be afraid of; no thinly veiled threats if you fail to comply with an increasingly corrupt government; no life-threatening missions or sleepless nights wondering when you’ll both get home safe - or if you ever will. laying in the safety of leon’s arms, getting lost in the deep blue of his eyes, there is nothing but peace. nothing but love.

leon glances over at your alarm clock once again, quickly switching the volume off just before the noise begins blaring. he leans down, pressing a kiss against your temple. then his lips brush against your cheek. the corner of your mouth, just beside your lips.

gazing down at you as you slowly begin to stir awake, leon takes the time to admire your features. you sleepily push yourself to sit up, blinking the tiredness out of your eyes as you squint at leon. “what are you staring at?”

“nothing,” he smiles. his lips just barely brush against the crown of your head before he pulls away, reaching up to brush his thumb against your cheek. “just you.”

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goldenfigtree · 8 months

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Tick Tick Boom

Summary: A tiny glimpse of what it's like to be in a relationship with Leon. More specifically, when Leon gets jealous...

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Fluff

“One more day” you murmur to yourself, drawing a red X with a dry erase marker on the calendar hanging on the fridge door. For a normal person, the fact that there was one more day left until their significant other came back from work would be exciting. Yet, your impatience seemed to overpower optimism at the moment. It was killing you on the inside to wake up to, not him but the lonely indent of his side of the bed instead.

So much so, you didn’t get a blink of sleep since he left. Dark shadows of puffiness circled your eyes, contorting as you impatiently rubbed them in hopes that when you stopped, you would be in tomorrow. But no, life didn’t work like that unfortunately. With a groan vibrating in your throat, you plop onto the couch, propping your feet on the coffee table and point the remote at the tv.

Maybe some tv static would drown out the repeated disappointment of experiencing another boyfriend-less day. It wasn’t guaranteed but you’d do anything at this point to try and ease your anticipation. The Gilmore Girls theme song played as per usual, you bobbing your head along with it, the evidence of some strands of your hair defying gravity exposed by the sunlight projecting through the windows of your apartment. Your eyelids began to slowly slide down, luring you to sleep before quickly snapping up. You keep trying to fight off your body’s need for sleep until your vision immediately goes black.

Back to back the episodes played, but you didn’t notice. Head leaned back on the couch’s head rest, your mouth falls agape from the angle. You were out like a light. So deep in slumber, the jingling of keys and the creaking of the front door left you un phased. Kicking off his boots, Leon drops his luggage at the door and follows the sounds of your snoring. A warm smile forming on his lips as he eventually takes in the sight of you fast asleep on the couch, snoring loudly. An amused chuckle leaves his lips,

Stealthily sitting next to you on the couch, he pulls out his phone and takes a photo. Surely this is what you meant when you asked Leon to take candid photos of you right? Either way, he was keeping it, every picture he had of you, unflattering or not, was adorable to him. Not realizing the flash was on his phone, he blinks in surprise when your snoring abruptly stops. Slowly, you drowsily blink your eyes open and shoot your head back up as you smacked your lips. Squinting your tired eyes to adjust to the sunlight and to figure out who was sitting next to you, you’re met with Leon’s royal blue eyes. A sleepy grin creeps onto your lips as you lean forward to pull him in for a hug,

“You’re home” you say sweetly in a rasp residue of your nap. With a deep chuckle of intrigue, he pulls you into his lap by your waist while you instinctively drape your arms around his neck.

“Sorry I woke you” he murmurs as you sleepily drag your lips along his. He could feel the smirk curling along your lips as the two of you kissed,

“No you’re not” you bluntly retort pulling away to give him a knowing look. He merely smirks back, letting a puff of air exhale through his nose in amusement,

“You’re right, I’m not” his arms tighten around you body as he leans in to feel your soft lips against his. His smirk failing to fade away as he feels and hears you giggle mischievously against his lips. Subconsciously, he inhales deeply and releases in a sigh. Feeling that he can finally relax.

“You’re early” you eventually say after pulling away,

“They let me go for good behavior” he jokes with a grin, clearly proud of his dad joke. Unamused you raise an eyebrow,

“Ha-ha” you deadpan, “I missed you”

“Missed you more” Finding that saying it just wasn’t enough, he proves it by squeezing you tighter with his biceps, earning a strained panic noise from you as you tried to wriggle free,

“Okay, okay I get it” you squeal, patting his biceps, “uncle! Uncle!”

Letting go, he smirks as he watches you pant for air and weakly punch his chest as punishment, “sorry did I take your breath away?” He proudly flirts. You can’t help but snort at his cheesy attempts,

“Jesus Christ you’re on a roll today” you say breathlessly, a smile you fail to control appearing. You can’t help but giggle at this rare sight of cheesy, happy Leon. The rarity of it wasn’t this side of himself in itself but it was coming home from a mission and being this way. Usually, when he walked through the door, he was either exhausted, grumpy, or very very clingy.

Can you blame the man?

This side of Leon that you were currently enjoying was usually cocooned until the next day or two when he recovered from the work that often drained him mentally and physically.

“Yeah I am” he triumphantly agrees, “hey, let’s go do something”

“You’re not tired?” You ask, tilting your head to the side,

“Of course I am, but I hardly get to come home early, we should celebrate” he suggests with a shrug, trying to play it off cool. But, you saw right through his nonchalant act. The excitement that danced in those blue irises was a dead giveaway. Combing his bangs back, you kiss his forehead lovingly.

“Yeah we should” patting his pecks over his t shirt, you hop off him and head to the bedroom to get ready.

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After a nice dinner at your favorite place downtown, the two of you stroll along the paved streets, and with little convincing, some shopping,

“Thanks for this babe” you coo happily hooking your arm through his and resting your face on his bicep as the two of you walked out of a store with a large paper tote bag in your grasp swinging with every step,

“Any time” Leon modestly responds, a shy smile on his lips as he looks down at you. He felt a twinge of pride that he was able to get this reaction out of you and it only compelled him to want to spend more on you. Before he could continue his mission of spoiling you, however, a voice calls after you causing the two of you to halt and turn around. A man that perfectly resembled the description tall, dark and handsome came running up to the two of you. It was none other than your ex boyfriend,

“Hey! Small World” He greets heartily, seamlessly pulling you into a hug, “Wow you look great!”

“Declan! It’s been a minute” You greet being the first to pull away from the hug and make your way to stand alongside Leon, a sweet smile on your lips. Since the two of you ended on good terms, you didn’t think twice before greeting him happily.

Leon on the other hand, wiped the grin from his face and replaced it with a stoic expression. He took a good look at him, remembering you mentioning his name once. Something along the lines of Declan agreeing with you that you were better off as friends. Yet, Leon had an inkling that was far from the truth. Narrowing his eyes he watches Declan like a hawk as you and him catch up,

“Oh! Declan, this is my boyfriend, Leon” You cheerily introduce, gesturing towards him with a hand. You blink a bit in surprise by the sudden firm grasp of your hand in Leon’s and look up to see Leon with a polite, closed mouth smile. Leon doesn’t say anything and only nods to Declan in greeting.

Don’t show weakness

he thought to himself. Even though he would like to tell this guy to back off his girlfriend, the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass you by making a scene. He didn’t wan’t to show Declan that he was threatened by him either. Even though he was. Just a tiny bit.

“You’re a lucky guy, my friend” Declan charmingly says with a toothy grin,

Friend? We are not friends

His disgruntled thoughts circled around in his brain, yet the polite smile remained. He had some good practice with it, constantly working along side the president. Letting go of your hand, his hand instead travels to your lowerback and pulls you subtley to his side,

“I know” He responds, his tone friendly, mismatched with the triumphant smirk on his face. Declan’s pearly white smile remained, yet his eyes were boring into Leon’s skull like laser beams.

“Well, it was good to see you” Declan eventually bids his goodbyes, “It was nice to meet you, Leon” with a polite yet somehow sour goodbye, Declan leaves the two of you to enjoy the rest of the evening. Leon didn’t mention the encounter for the rest of the night, which would be puzzling to some. However, after all the years you two have been together, you sort of knew how he ticked. It was only a matter of time that he would bring it up and do so abruptly,

“He’s definitely still into you” Leon blurts out, raising his coffee mug to his lips. It was the very next morning, where you two often shared a cup of coffee, hair in disarray from the night before, and you magically wearing the shirt he was wearing last night; a tradition that you two stuck to religiously.

Tick Tick Boom. There it was.

His blue eyes stared at you as he gulps down the remnants of his coffee, nervously. You stifle a giggle at his sudden burst of nerves that he was so desperately trying to hide. You merely shrug and smile at him reassuringly,

“Doesn’t matter, I’m taken”

Eyebrows scrunched together as if processing her response he murmurs softly, almost to himself, “Right” quickly he clears his throat and repeats it more confidently before tilting the mug to sip the rest of his coffee, “Right”

Chuckling and shaking your head, you take his mug from his grasp and place it on the kitchen counter, “Someone’s jealous” you tease in a sing-song voice, wrapping your arms around torso,

“Busted” Leon bashfully admits planting a kiss on the tip of your nose, hugging your shoulders, “I just love you too much to give you away”

“You couldn’t give me away even if you tried” his eyes avert, almost as if he wasn’t sure if he believed it. So, you cup his face with a hand, soften your voice and look into those eyes that captivated you at first sight, “hey, I’m not going anywhere alright?”

Leaning his face into your hand, he turns to kiss your palm, and smiles, this time more securely, “alright”.

#resident evil #re4r leon #re #reader insert #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy drabble #resident evil drabble #resident evil imagines #leon kennedy x reader #spotify #Spotify

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hellfireghoul · 1 year

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Reader being upset and Leon comforting them drabble? Yes.

No one asked for it but here you go x

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“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Leon furrowed his brow and whispered, as your chest huffed in the darkness as you silently sobbed.

“What is it? Hey…” He whispered, Leon the turned to face you in bed, to him you looked like a dark figure but he knew you were crying by the way your chest was shaking and your breathing uneven. You couldn’t respond, tears streaming down your cheeks and pooling uncomfortably on the pillow beneath you. Leon cupped your face, feeling your wet cheeks against his palm as he shushed you. He leant forward, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead that made your body physically relax and press into the mattress. You closed your eyes tighter, squeezing out the excess tears and sniffing.

“Sorry, I’m just having a hard night. I can’t talk about it.” You whispered back, your throat tight and guilt engulfing you as you knew he wanted to help but you weren’t allowing him to.

“It’s okay sweetheart. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but I’m here. Let it all out.” Leon pressed another firm kiss on your forehead and began stroking your hair as he wrapped you in his arms. The warmth of his body did wonders to further relax you, and you found yourself calming and your sobbing coming to a stop.

You knew you didn’t need to verbalise your feelings when you couldn’t around Leon. You were so grateful to have someone so understanding and caring to sleep next to every night.

#super self indulgent #as per #leon s Kennedy #leon s Kennedy x reader #leon Kennedy x reader #leon Kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil Drabble

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blueysobssesions · 1 year

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It was an accident! (Drabble)

Chris Redfield x Reader

(You bumped into his chest "accidentally")

Warm... Squishy...

"Hey? You alright there?" You heard Chris's voice? ... Wait - What- You immediately backed up but his hands on you back was stopping you "Were you enjoying it?" Chris teased, Yes, actually you were enjoying it. "I don't if you bumped into me accidentally or intentionally" your face heated up "I-it was an accident!" You tried to defend yourself, due to your embarrassment you lied, it was intentional. You didn't know why you did but it was worth it? "You sure? Because if it was accidentally, you would immediately pull away and apologize but, you instead, you snuggled your face onto my chest and stayed almost one minute"

Chris laughed at you, he was right and you wanted to scream "You know... you could just ask?"

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #blueyheartzposts #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil drabble #drabble #re #chris redfield fanfiction #chris redfield #chris redfield x reader

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gtgbabie0 · 11 months

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May i request Jill Valentine headcanons (with smaller reader if you accept such specification)? baby girl needs more love 🥺

- Jill Valentine x reader// headcanons

You’re so right, I love her sm I need to write for her more! Anyway hope you enjoy my lovely!! 💕💕

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-If you’re shorter than her she would absolutely tease you about it!! I mean could you imagine her leaning against you as she reaches up for something you can’t. Her front pressed against your back.

- definitely would call you her ‘love bug’

- after all the terrible things she’s been through, she definitely enjoys the silence that you bring. The way you two can just be sitting around doing nothing brings her so much happiness.

- Jill loves waking you up with gentle kisses, all over your face and jaw. She normally wakes up way before you and so she takes that time to just admire you.

- Cooking with Jill is just wonderful, it’s really fun and she only gets fresh ingredients and so everything just tastes amazing.

^- However she doesn’t exactly know how to cook, I mean she spent so long in her run-down apartment eating takeout back in Raccoon City. But she’s a quick learner!!

- I feel like she would be secretly really good at games, I’m talking video to board games she’s just insanely good. Maybe it’s because she’s really smart.

^- she lets you win most of the time, just to see your smile because goodness she is just in love with your pretty smile!!

- loves seeing you in her clothes! It just honestly melts her. The way her clothes drape over your body.

- I feel like she would absolutely love to take showers with you! Omfg I need to write that like her just washing your hair so gently. She’s just so loving!!

- because of her job she’s very protective of you, she has definitely taught you self defence but even then it doesn’t stop her from worrying.

- Overall Jill in all honesty just wants the best for you because she loves you so very much!! And she tells you so every day <3

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cherubify · 16 days

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notes: vendetta/di chris, is this fluff?, gym setting, chris is an awkward gym bro, drabble / sfw

for chris, a good gym requires two simple conditions: a functioning ventilation system and sufficient iron to pump. nothing else matters. if he's lucky maybe it'll smell like air fresheners and if he's extra lucky, sanitisers. it doesn't bother him that some people dress little enough for one's imagination, or the fact that some gym goers smell like they dumpster dive back to back. he's here to do one thing only, and that's to get stronger and bigger– so that he can be ready for anything.

and he won't admit it, but he also comes for another reason.

you sit on the bench, a towel on your head as you exhale softly. he's already detaching the weights from his equipment beside you, but you don't notice him (like usual). your eyes are glued to your phone as you do goodness knows what, he guesses you're taking note of the reps you just completed.

he doesn't mean to be nosey– and he keeps to himself for the most part– but he knows all the regulars and he's never seen you before up until a month ago. your routine is simple, lift and end your day with a run. you're always coincidentally within his line of sight; it's not like he's been particularly observing you or anything.

your routines clashes with his sometimes, like when he benches so do you, and you unknowingly accompany him on a run on a treadmill. (read: though he thinks its time he slows down on the speed setting because his knees are increasingly unwilling to comply...guess it comes with age.)

hey. he wants to call out to you with these words. congrats on your new PR.

but you can't hear him. not with the towel on your head and the lack of psychic powers. but it's almost as if you can hear him, because you offer him a side glance. his heart jumps in his chest as your eyes clearly meet his. if it weren't for the lack of a smile on your face, he would definitely voice those thoughts.

you stand up, or try to until you wobble sideways. things happen in a blur– the carpet was inches away when you fall into a strong pair of arms. your phone tumbles onto the floor as your towel slips off your head when you look up at the stranger. the brunette's face was inches away from yours, big arms awkwardly wrapping around your smaller frame. you were dwarfed in his hold, and you swallow nervously as he knits his brows.

"are you alright?" he's close enough that you can smell his morning mints. your breath hitches in your throat as he inspects your flustered expression.

"y-yeah," you force out, though it comes out in a squeak. your face heats up and you scrape your shoes against the floor, struggling to stand. "just got a little dizzy. i forgot to take breakfast."

"oh-" he helps you onto your feet before frantically fishing for something in his pockets. "-wait a sec."

he fumbles before whipping out a protein bar, a tiny rectangle juxtaposed with his large hand. he holds it out to you and you hesitantly take it. you read the packaging. a chocolate brownie protein bar... with 20 grams of protein.

"um, thanks," you pick up your phone, eyes still on him. "it's my first time meeting you, i think. your name is..?"

"chris, you can call me chris," he answers as he scoops up your towel. you take it from him, a small smile on your lips.

"well chris," you hold everything in one hand, the other hand nervously stroking the hem of your sports bra. "i gotta go, but i guess i'll see you around?"

he nods solemnly, and you stand there for a moment before leaving. you consider taking one last glance, but you decide against it, rushing into the changing room instead.

meanwhile, chris exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding. he plops onto a bench, thoughtfully rubbing the stubble that peppers his chin. he hopes he'll have time to come by again tomorrow.

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