hes the biggest warmest bear. you want food? he's already running downstairs grabbing your snacks. you want a bath? he's picking you bridal style, using your favourite bath bombs and making sure the temperature is perfect for you. he would in the meantime clean the mess you both made and after pull you close to his chest whispering praises and how much he loves you. he'd do absolutely anything for you just to make sure you feel loved and comfortable.
body part :- what's his favorite bodypart of yours?
chris is definitely an ass guy. he'd give your ass a firm smack just to hear you let out a little "ow" never hard enough to actually hurt, just enough to tease you. he'd have the cockiest smirk on his face whenever he noticed the faint outline of his handprints on your ass. and in public? his arm would always be wrapped around your lower waist, his fingers casually brushing against your ass every now and then.
cum :- anything to do with cum basically
inside. he would be the one to cum inside of you and watch himself leak out of you smirking seeing how good you took him. he loves tasting you, always licking his fingers clean after he fingers you.
dirty secret :- pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs
chris definitely loves it when you call him good boy. he would never admit it though but when it rolls out of your mouth something in him snaps and his eyes darken.
experience :- how many lovers has he had?
his body count is definitely below six. he's never been the type to jump from relationship to relationship because most of his life he's been trying to save the world and carry massive responsibilities. maybe he messed around a little when he was younger, but never in a reckless way or anything close to sleeping around. with you though it's different. he genuinely enjoys your company, loves being around you, savoring every moment with you and only you.
favourite position :- this goes without saying
tie between doggy style or missionary with your legs over his shoulders.
doggy style because he loves the view, his hands gripping your hips while he watches himself disappear into you with every deep thrust, completely obsessed with the way your body reacts to him.
but missionary with your legs over his shoulders drives him just as crazy because he gets to watch your expressions the entire time and loves the way he can see his bulge through your stomach. he never breaking eye contact for too long because he wants to see every little reaction you make for him.
goofy :- are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.
usually not goofy unless one of you make a weird sound, you would whine and try hiding your head reaching for his chest where he would chuckle or grin at you kissing your forehead
hair :- how well groomed are they?
chris is a very very hairy man but he keeps it trimmed not bald
intimacy :- how are they during the moment?
he's definitely a grabby man, his hands are all over you, grabbing and squeezing you, just touching you absolutely everywhere that he can. he would leave deep purple hickeys on you but in places where only he would be able to see them
jack off :- masturbation headcanon
when he's away on missions and missing you badly, he'd probably find himself staring at the photo he keeps of you for a little too long. jacking off eyes closed as he imagines your body against his, replaying the way your fingertips dance across his skin. it makes him more eager to come home safe back to you
kink :- one or more of their kinks
body worshiper, breeding, sir kink and dirty talk
location :- favorite places to do the do
anywhere private and quiet works for him. one of his top 3 would be the kitchen counter, especially after hes come back from work and sees you cooking dinner for him. but his favorite place will always be the bedroom, mostly because afterward he gets to pull you into his arms, and press soft kisses against your skin while the two of you wind down together.
motivation :-what turns them on
just you. hes completely obsessed with everything about you definitely have him wrapped around your finger. sometimes all it takes is one certain look from you before he's immediately pulling you closer, unable to resist you for even a second before guiding you to his lap and kissing you passionately.
no :-something they wouldn't do, turn offs
nothing that will cause you harm or bondage. I don't think hes the type that would enjoy being tied up or tying you up. he rather be able to feel your hands on him and vice versa.
oral :- preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc
there is nothing more he loves then tasting you. this guy will nibble and suck on your folds forever if he could. he also loves receiving especially when hes beyond exhausted filling out paperwork. he loves the sensation of your tongue on his length and the gag sound you make when you take him whole.
pace :-are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?
depends. sometimes when hes had a shit day or mission he will fuck you relentlessly taking his anger out however he would always consent with you first having a safe word if it gets too much for you. he would also pace slow especially if it's been a date night or he's leaving for a mission. He wants to remember every inch of you before he goes.
quickie :- their opinions on quickies, how often,
although he rather take his time with you, sometimes it's impossible especially if he's needed for work so quickies are a regular thing although he always makes up for it after he comes back to you
risk :- are they game to experiment? do they take risks?
definitely not risky. he would rather wait and take you home knowing you are safe with him then do anything risky
stamina :-how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?
chris is a machine he can go on for multiple rounds without breaking however, he listens to your body more than his and knows when to stop even though he could go on. although i think when hes touch starved he would have shorter rounds.
toys :-do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?
don't think he would be the type of man who would use toys maybe a vibarator for you but there isn't anything his fingers can't do
unfair :- how much they like to tease
he's a massive tease, he loves seeing you overstimulated to the point you got tears in your eyes. he also loves it when you beg for more but if you do it back to him he would dominate you "you really think you can do that to me, huh, sweetheart?"
volume :- how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.
definitely grunts a lot and curses, whispers one or two praises to you but otherwise he's quiet. he enjoys it more when you are the one moaning for him.
wildcard :- a random headcanon for the character
he likes to edge you especially if you two had an argument recently. he likes to remind you how much your body needs him so he would get you close and then pull away and he would keep doing that until you would say sorry to him. he would also say sorry back to you after you two have finished and kiss you passionately.
x ray :- let's see what's going on under those clothes
definitely above average. thick but not veiny.
yearning :-how high is their sex drive?
high sex drive. he's always got his hands on you no matter where you two are. sexual or not, he's possessive and wants everyone to know you are his.
zzz :- how quickly they fall asleep afterwards
he will always wait until you go to sleep first before he sleeps. definitely would admire your face with admiration in his eyes
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notes :- this is how I imagine chris and I completely understand if you don’t agree ! 🫶
if you’ve watched or played any resident evil games, could you by chance write platonic yandere leon x reader 🙏🙏 i don’t mind if it’s 50 year old back problem leon or baby face rookie 20 year old leon 🤑
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I've got you covered! I watched a bunch of cool edits and then a really long lore video but I haven't played any of the games so hopefully this is accurate! I watched some gameplay from one of the games ages ago too. I'm kinda going off of vibes with this blurb since I love old man Leon. This is a little silly goofy because I think I'm funny and can't change who I am. 😔
You wake up screaming.
The door to your room slams open. Leon charges in and rushes to your side. He had taken you in after finding you on his latest mission. You were locked in a room surrounded by zombies when he found you and he had eliminated the threat before bringing you home with him. He had always wanted a child and he considers himself as the luckiest man in the world to have gotten you. He quickly checks you over before picking you up and cradling you in his arms.
You snuggle up to him, shivering with both cold and fear. He gently began rubbing your back, cooing softly at you as he tried to soothe you. He wouldn't ever let you go. You were too perfect for him. You were so well behaved (and afraid of going outside) that you never even thought of leaving him. He gently rocks you back and forth for a bit before carefully laying down with you, making sure that you're properly wrapped up in both his arms and your blankets.
You cling to him, though you seem much less afraid with him there to cuddle you. Leon loves that you see him as your protector. You never correct him when he refers to himself as your dad and never stop him from taking care of you. Rationally, he knows that you're too traumatized to be doing much but he pushes that out of his mind, instead focusing his energy on nurturing and loving you.
He plants a kiss on the top of your head as he begins to rub soothing circles into your scalp. He wipes away your tears and holds you against him. You can feel his body heat seeping into you and relaxing your tense muscles. He keeps holding you until your hiccuping sobs turn to quiet sniffle and your tears stop soaking his shirt. Once you're not bawling your eyes out anymore, he decides that it's time to speak. Talking about your nightmares never seems to help but distracting you from whatever upset you does.
"Let Dad think of something silly to distract you, yeah? That'll help you feel better." He murmurs, still gently rubbing your back.
"Like what...?" You say, sniffling.
"You remember your Uncle Chris, right? You like Uncle Chris. What if he fell in love with the cheese at a Mexican restaurant? Ugh, what's it called?" He says, rubbing his temple as you slowly begin to calm down and he tries to think.
"Oh yeah! It's queso! What if Uncle Chris married queso?" He asks, admiring your cute little face as you look up at him.
he has you in the backseat of his car, a hand on your hip and the other on his cars grab handle as he pushes himself into you, inch by inch.
he groans and huffs against your ears, his breath tickling the side of your face as he presses a chaist kiss by your jaw, calling you his good girl as he stretches out your little pussy bit by bit, digging into you with a growl.
his shirt slightly lifts up, exposing his slick stomach drenched with sweat as it glides against your back. he throws his head back, hair dripping as your heavy breathes fog up the windows, shielding you both from the outside world.
your hands slide down the glass, his hands catching yours as they press against the windows, your bodies moving in sync as your slick covers his thick throbbing cock, his pre enunciating that wet, heavy sound that reverbs inside the car.
the car slightly sways as the two of you rock, lost in your own world. the car slightly budges forwards, his head lolls back down, coming to rest on your shoulder as he leaves a quick bite there marking you as his. his baby, his girl.
You challenge your boyfriend to do 100 push-ups over you and he foolishly believed it would be a fair fight.
Warnings: Smut, swearing, Chris calls you pet names like every sentence, oral (M receiving), unprotected sex/finishing inside, reader calls Chris 'good boy' once but no dom/sub dynamics, implied bondage (doesn't happen), not proofread. Let me know if I forgot anything!
It had started as a joke, a little challenge, if you would; it wasn’t supposed to be anything serious. In fact, if you were to be honest, you didn’t think Chris would have even agreed to your silly question. Even as you lay on the ground, watching him lower himself down, part of you still expected him to back out.
“100 push-ups, you said?” Chris asked, relaying the rules you had proposed.
Yes, 100 push-ups without stopping.
When he, much to your surprise, immediately agreed to the challenge, you had to change the rules somewhat. Instead of just doing 100 push-ups, he had to do 100 push-ups while you laid beneath him. After all, what could he possibly lose from you watching him up-close? Surely not the challenge, right?
Chris would have been lying had he said the sight of you beneath him didn’t distract him, especially the way you looked up at him with a satisfied smile, but he wasn’t about to back out of this now. You had promised to cook his favourite meal for him if he succeeded and damn, did he want that food.
And so he began.
Chris lowered himself, muscles flexing as came face-to-face with you, noses brushing for a moment before he raised himself back up.
“One,” You counted, giggling as he raised an eyebrow before lowering himself back down.
“You’re counting?”
You could briefly feel the breath leaving his lips as he spoke, watching him closely as he pushed himself back up.
“Two,” you said. “And, of course I am. How will we know if you beat this if I don’t count? You could say you were counting and cheat!”
Chris shook his head at your words as he continued his movements.
“Cheat my lovely girlfriend on a bet this easy? I would never. That’s three.”
It didn’t take long for you to bore of counting. Yes, seeing Chris above you was exciting – enticing, may be the better word – but counting his push-ups quickly grew tiring and you decided to make the challenge a little bit more… difficult.
“27,” you said, as he raised himself up again, a plan quickly forming inside your mind.
“Told you this would be easy,” Chris smirked before lowering himself down, only to lose said smirk the moment your lips pressed against his.
Chris, never one to deny his lover anything, immediately paused, kissing you back. Had you lacked the determination, you would have given in then and there, but alas, you did not and pulled away from his lips.
“No stopping, remember?” The tone of your voice matched the teasing the smile on your lips as you watched Chris’ eyes widen a fraction before narrowing. “Those were the rules.”
With a shake of his head and an amused look in his eyes, he nodded. “Yes, ma’am,”
“Good boy,” it was meant to be a joke, just like how this had started, but the way the breath left his lips and his pupils dilated had you licking your, already moistened, lips and rubbing your thighs together once he lowered himself again and you felt the slight hardness press against you. “29,”
One of your hands moved to grasp at his bicep, feeling the muscle tense during the movements. You couldn’t help it, you just had to squeeze slightly, enjoying the way he shuddered as you kissed him again.
“Baby,” he panted – whether from the exercise or your actions, you weren’t entirely sure – as he raised himself up again. “This isn’t fair,”
“Aw, Chris, baby,” you cooed, lifting your other hand to his cheek, gently caressing the skin while squeezing his bicep again. “I thought this was easy?”
Chris knew you. He knew you far too well and could easily figure out your aim, even if it hadn’t started with those intentions, and he wasn’t about to let you win this game. You couldn’t hold back your smirk as his movements hastened and he began to count himself.
“Oh, are you counti-“ You tried to speak again, only for Chris to silence with his own lips, immediately pulling away to push himself up again and repeat.
Oh, that fucker, you thought to yourself as you watched him smirk at your reaction.
“47,”
You shook your head with a breathless laugh as you removed your hand from his cheek, seemingly placing it back to your side. Chris didn’t think anything of it, simply assuming that it was tiring for you to keep up with his movements. Well, he that was until he felt your fingers squeezing at his bulge as he lowered himself again, hips jolting at the feeling with such a force that he almost lost his balance.
The glare that he gave you did nothing to deter you, however, as you pressed your lips against his again, squeezing both his bicep and bulge, smiling to yourself as he groaned, hands shaking either side of your head.
“F-fifty three,” he grunted out, voice shaking as he desperately tried to maintain his composure. “See, eas-“ His attempt to deflect was cut short by your fingers toying with the buckle of his belt, fiddling to undo it.
Your wrist pressed into his bulge somewhat – purposely on your part, but he didn’t know that – and Chris couldn’t resist the grind of his hips as you unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops and discarding it to your right.
With another shaking breath, Chris lowered himself, pausing for a second right above your lips, body pressing against your own slightly.
“If you don’t keep your hands to yourself, you’ll regret throwing that so close to me,”His muttered words were a warning, but you weren’t deterred as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth, watching Chris’ eyes shift to watch.
“But then you’d have to stop and you’d lose, wouldn’t you?” You taunted, releasing your lip and licking where your teeth had been.
He hummed.
“And if I said I didn’t care?” His movements halted once he lowered himself down to you again, breath hitting your lips as you stared up at him.
“Then I’d say you lost with only thirty to g-mmph!”
The harshness of Chris’ kiss took your breath away, eyes slamming shut as you kissed back. You felt him adjust his position, moving to rest on one forearm while he used the other to press his hand to your waist.
Your own hands moved to grip his shoulder and neck, pulling him as close to you as possible, his body warmth seeping through his clothes and warming your bare thighs, leaving you mentally thanking yourself for putting on a skirt this morning.
A moan fell from your lips when Chris’ hand tugged the fabric of your shirt from inside your skirt, pushing his palm underneath and rubbing at the flesh of your waist with a tenderness that the kiss did not possess.
“C-Chris,” your voice was merely a whisper as he forced himself from your lips, breath rushing from his parted lips.
“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked, kissing along your jaw and moving to your neck, giving a slight bite.
You moaned again, the hand that rested on his neck instead moving to grip his hair.
“Use your words,” he said. “C’mon, you weren’t this quiet earlier.”
The hand that rested on your waist moved to your back as you continued his assault on your neck. Rather than answering him, you tugged on his hair, a sharp exhale leaving you as he bucked his hips against you with a quiet curse.
Chris’ lips moved up your neck, along your jaw, and back to your lips while your hands ran from his shoulders, caressing his torso, until you reached his pants, quickly unbuttoning them.
Breaking the kiss, he muttered against your lips.
“If you’re going to do that, then we should probably get off the floor, shouldn’t we?”
With an eager nod, you watched as he rushed to his feet, offering you a hand to help you up. The shake of your head confused him and he watched you as you moved to your knees in front of him, hands gently tugging his pants down until he stepped out of them.
“What are you-“ His question was cut short, ending with a curse falling from his lips when you pressed a light kiss against the fabric that covered his hard cock. “Shit,” he repeated, looking down at you as your fingers toyed at the waistband of his underwear then pulled them down, hand grabbing his cock to bring it to your lips. “Sweetheart, you- ah, shit – you don’t have to,”
His words fell on deaf ears, and a loud groan left his lips, hand quickly tangling itself in your hair as your tongue began circling the tip. His grip on your hair wasn’t tight, nor was it forceful, it just… rested there, as though he couldn’t bare not to touch you, even when your tongue was relentlessly teasing.
“Mmph, shit. C’mon, baby, don’t tease me,”
He groaned again when you hummed, taking him deeper into your mouth while rubbing your thighs together in hopes of gaining some friction.
“Shit, sweetheart, I-ah fuck-“ He stuttered, beginning to caress your hair as he watched his length disappear between your lips. “Baby, your kn- mmph! – your knees must hu- fuck, shit-“ Chris’ concern for you, while sweet, was irrelevant, so you hollowed your cheeks to silence him.
Your hands ran up his thighs, mainly to steady yourself, as your mouth began to take him, tongue licking across his throbbing cock. Chris’ shaking breaths and quiet groans only egged you on as you proceeded to hollow your cheeks again, feeling his thighs tense beneath your hands.
A hum of satisfaction from you had him bucking his hips against your mouth and you felt his free hand grab at one of your own as he muttered out apologies, squeezing your hand while still stroking your hair.
“Please, baby, need to be inside you, please sweetheart,” his desperate pleas, constant pet names, and tense thighs were an obvious sign that he was close and as much as you would have liked him to cum down your throat, you couldn’t deny his need to be inside you; he had always preferred to be inside you when he finished, after all.
He panted as you slowly pulled your lips from him, hand sliding from your hair to wipe away the tears that you hadn’t realised had fallen.
“S’good f’me, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Too good to me,”
You weren’t given a chance to rebuke his claim as he leant down to lift you from the ground, rushing towards the couch, saying that he just can’t make it to your shared bedroom.
Chris’ fingers ran up your thigh, not bothering to remove your skirt or underwear, simply pushing it to the side as his fingers began to press against your folds.
“So wet,” he mumbled against your lips, pressing quick kisses around your face.
You nodded.
“Please, Chris,” you moaned as his thumb circled your clit. “Just fuck me, please.”
Despite the desperate urge to be inside you, Chris paused, pulling back to stare into your eyes.
“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want to hurt you,”
You nodded, hand reaching down to grasp at his cock, tugging.
“I’m sure,” you nodded again, watching him as he nodded, licking his lips then helping your hand guide him to your entrance. “Just need you,”
“Me too,”
You felt, rather than heard, Chris groan into your neck as he slowly sunk into your heat, pressing open mouthed kisses against you. One hand slipped beneath your shirt, pushing your bra away from your breasts and beginning to toy with your nipple while his other hand held his weight above you.
He paused, much to your dismay, once fully inside you, breath stuttering against your skin. Your own hand ran under his shirt, enjoying the way he shuddered at your touch.
“Please move,” you begged, hearing him take a shaky breath before beginning to shift his hips, drawing a quiet moan from your lips.
His movements were slow, even after your pleading.
“’m not gon’ last long after earlier, baby,” he confessed, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he continued his slow movements.
You smiled to yourself – even when he was as desperate as he was, he still considered your pleasure more than his own – and raised your hand to play with his hair.
“It’s okay, Chris. Just need to feel you,”
Chris hummed into your neck again, pulling back slightly before pushing back into you at a quicker pace. You felt his fingers leave your nipple, dragging down your front, down your thighs, until it reached your clit, beginning to circle the sensitive bud again.
Curses fell from his lips as he felt you tighten around his cock, sliding in and out of you with ease. Despite his best attempts at holding back, he was close.
His thumb sped up on your clit, thrust becoming uneven as he panted into your ear.
“I’m close,” he said, a groan leaving his lips as you tightened again. “What do you want me to do?”
“Inside, Chris, please-“ you moaned, wrapping yourself around him to pull his hips even closer. “I’m close too.”
He nodded at your words, thrusting into you as he worked to bring you both to the edge. It didn’t take long, the mix of his deep thrusts and pressure on your clit had you tightening again as your vision blurred and body began to shake with pleasure.
Chris wasn’t fairing much better, voice shaking as he muttered countless I love you’s into your neck when he reached his own climax, hips stuttering as he spiled his release inside you, pressing soft kisses against your neck as he slowed his movements.
You didn’t give him chance to even catch his breath before you spoke up.
“You still lost the challenge, by the way,”
Chris simply shook his head, pulling from your neck to press a sweet kiss against your lips.
“I think I won in some other way, so I’m okay with that,”
