Resident evil charachers about hickeys
characters: Leon, Chris, Albert, Carlos, Luis, Ethan, Krauser, Heisenberg, Claire, Ada, Jill, Mia.
He gives them intentionally, usually focusing on the sensitive skin just below the jawline or behind the collarbone. They are small but dark—a quick, focused mark.
Leon is surprisingly easy to mark, as his skin is relatively fair. He makes a low, approving sound when you land a good one, immediately trying to counter it with one of his own.
Usually covers them with a simple black turtleneck or a high-collared shirt when on duty. If one is visible, he'll simply pull his jacket zipper higher and give a practiced, dismissive shrug if questioned. Or telling that he just got bruises during missions.
He is protective of yours. If you're going out, he carefully brushes your hair over your neck or insists you wear a scarf or a high-necked top, only exposing them to the world if you're feeling particularly defiant. But deep inside, he is actually proud of this.
His favorite place? Just inside your shoulder, where the mark is hidden by your shirt collar but visible only when your head is turned. It's a sweet, secret confirmation for him. Or your neck.
He'll trace the edge of the mark with the tip of his finger while you're sleeping or watching TV, his gaze intense, a small, private smirk playing on his lips.
If one of his colleagues spots a visible mark on him, he offers zero explanation, just a cold, challenging glare that shuts down any further inquiry instantly.
Wakes up and immediately notices the fading mark on your skin. He doesn't say anything, but he gently kisses the spot where it sits, acknowledging the passion of the night before.
If you ask him stop, Leon will. He respects your boundaries completely and simply laughs, saying, "Alright, alright. I'll stick to the places no one else can see."
Leon views the person with the most visible marks as the "winner" of the night. He enjoys the silent competition.
Chris rarely gives them accidentally. When he does, they are deep, dark, and look like a bruise—a testament to his immense physical strength and passion. They are usually placed on the inner thigh or hip.
He's difficult to mark because of his thick, hardened skin and muscle. You have to work for it. When you succeed, he groans, a deep, satisfied sound, acknowledging your effort and passion.
Since he only wears tactical gear or basic tees, a neck hickey is his worst nightmare. Will rigorously apply heavy concealer or neck tape if he has to be visible, cursing under his breath the entire time for the lack of self-control.
He’s hyper-aware of how public they are. He immediately buys you a very stylish, high-collared shirt or uses the provided thick, wool scarf. He views it as a security risk, not a fun accessory.
Like to put on the base of your throat, visible only when you tilt your head back. It reminds him that despite his reserved nature, he allows you to claim him.
Chris doesn't just trace it; he covers it entirely with his massive hand, rubbing his thumb over the mark, a protective and possessive gesture that says, "This is mine, and I earned it."
If one is seen, he becomes instantly cold and detached. He uses his authoritative voice to redirect the conversation away from himself, making the person who noticed instantly regret bringing it up.
If he catches you staring at a mark he left, he'll give you a smoky, heavy-lidded look across the training field that promises more of the same when you get home.
Intentionally leaves one low on your back or hip before you go out, knowing it's perfectly hidden, a secret symbol that he shares only with you.
If you ask him stop, Chris will, but his disappointment is palpable. He'll give a gruff apology: "Sorry. Sometimes I forget my own strength." He makes a mental note to be gentler but doubles down on hidden marks.
He doesn't seek them out, but he accepts them as a side effect of passion, which he frames as a biological necessity.
Gives them rarely and accidentally. When he does, they are small and precise, usually placed on the inner curve of your hip or thigh. They are not random; they are focused.
His enhanced durability and speed make him almost impossible to mark. If you manage a faint bruise, he pauses, slightly annoyed but also intellectually intrigued by the temporary disruption to his cellular structure.
Since his skin is usually covered by his pristine black attire, it's not a major concern. If a collarbone mark is visible, he simply states, "A minor contusion sustained during an experimental endeavor."
Albert only cares about them being covered if they violate the "optimized aesthetic" he demands of you. He suggests a high neckline with cold, detached precision.
His favorite place to see one? On the tender skin of your wrist, where he can monitor your pulse while simultaneously appreciating the evidence of your passion for him.
He uses a small, high-powered LED light to inspect the pigmentation, tracing the bruise's edges and analyzing the blood vessel rupture. He views it as a fascinating biological event.
If one is spotted, he ignores the person entirely. He looks at you and says, in his low, chilling voice, "Control your impulses, subject. The outcome is aesthetically unsatisfactory."
Might intentionally leave a mark on you before a high-stakes meeting, using the bruise as a calculated sign of his intense, unchecked dominance over you to intimidate rivals.
Wesker will sometimes take a digital photo of the mark over several days to track the rate of cellular regeneration and healing, creating a small, morbid database.
He stops immediately if you ask him and without question. He views the act as functionally unnecessary for intimacy and will simply replace it with more complex forms of physical pressure.
His hickeys are usually an accident of intense, relieved affection. They are faint, often fading quickly, and are the result of him getting completely lost in the moment.
He gets them easily due to his pale skin. He jumps slightly and lets out a surprised, breathless gasp when you mark him, often resulting in a brief, nervous laugh.
Tries to hide them, not out of shame, but because he prefers not to draw attention. Ethan wears a zip-up hoodie or a tightly buttoned shirt, occasionally fidgeting with the zipper/buttons near the mark.
He is concerned about your comfort. He is the first to gently suggest a scarf or high neckline, asking quietly, "Are you sure you want people seeing that?" It's rooted in genuine anxiety for your privacy.
Like to put them on your breastbone, close to your heart. It's a reminder of deep, meaningful intimacy and the life you share, hidden beneath your clothing.
Will stare at it with a mix of awe and slight guilt, his thumb gently smoothing over the mark. He murmurs an apology, "Sorry, I got carried away" even though he doesn't truly mean it.
If someone notices yours, he goes red and immediately makes a joke about a terrible "bug bite." If one is spotted on him, he becomes incredibly quiet, avoiding eye contact entirely.
If a mark on him is particularly noticeable, he might try to cover it with a small, discreet band-aid, claiming he scraped himself on something "while gardening."
Ethan finds the mark endearing because it confirms his physical presence and reality. It's proof that his hands, his touch, and his kiss are real and impactful.
If you asks him stop, he looks genuinely troubled and immediately apologizes profusely, promising to be much more careful. He reverts to gentler kisses, but his eyes constantly search for hidden places to leave small, secret marks.
Oh, he is unlike others, can confidently put hickeys without shame
Put them with enthusiasm, placing them prominently on your neck, shoulder, or chest. They are deep purple and often clustered together—he's not subtle.
Absolutely loves getting them and sees it as a sign of your matching passion. He will often encourage you by whispering things like, "Yes, right there, show me how much you want me."
He makes zero effort to hide them. In fact, he might wear a shirt with the top buttons deliberately undone to showcase a prominent mark. He views it as bragging rights.
He asks if you want to cover them, but secretly hopes you say no. If you do hide them, he gives you a playful, dramatic sigh of disappointment.
Favourite places are on the prominent curve of your collarbone. He loves how it sits right above his favorite chain and can be partially hidden by his oversized jacket.
Carlos catches his reflection and immediately smirks, running his hand over the mark, striking a confident pose. He will then saunter over to you and insist on returning the favor.
If a friend or coworker notices his mark, he doesn't deny it. He laughs loudly, winks, and proudly announces, "My girl is a wild one, no? I love her passion!"
He tries to take silly, close-up photos of the marks you leave on him, attempting to document the "battle scars" from your passionate evening.
Loves to gently run his lips over a prominent mark you left, creating a slight tingling sensation just to tease you and make you blush in public.
When you stopped him, he is slightly confused but respects it. "No more war paint? Alright, mi amor. I will find other ways to show the world you are mine." He then kisses your wrist dramatically.
I am sorry for you. His marks are deep, painful, and functional. They are a physical imposition, meant to leave no doubt as to who owns whom. He places them aggressively on the shoulder or upper arm.
He despises getting them, viewing it as a moment of lost control. He grunts sharply and might even momentarily pin you down, demanding, "Don't mark the asset."
Jack covers them instantly and completely with his uniform or tactical gear. He would view a visible hickey as a failure of discipline and a severe liability.
He doesn't hide them for your sake; he hides them because doesn't want other people to see his conquest. He insists on covering them with a thick scarf or a high-collar shirt of his own.
Right where your neck meets your shoulder blade is his favourite place for hickeys —a place that requires submission to expose. It is a constant reminder of the physical hierarchy between you.
Doesn't admire it; he inspects it like a brand. He traces the bruise with his metallic arm, the cold metal contrasting sharply with the warmth of your skin, a moment of cold, possessive analysis.
The Accidental Public Reveal: If a mark on you is revealed, he maintains absolute silence, letting his intense, deadly glare communicate a promise of pain to anyone who looks too long.
Krauser is most likely to leave a mark immediately after returning from a dangerous mission, needing a physical, non-verbal way to claim you and ground himself back into his reality.
If you point out a mark he left, he'll simply sneer and say, "Next time, fight back harder."
He stops if you ask, but his voice is dangerously low. Krauser interprets it as a challenge to his authority. He won’t leave marks but will immediately increase the intensity and dominance of his physical intimacy to compensate.
His marks are rough, deep, and often painful. Heisenberg doesn't aim for finesse; he aims for impact. They are often placed aggressively on the side of your neck or just above your hip.
Heisenberg lets out a loud, gruff, satisfied chuckle when you mark him. He appreciates the wildness of the action, viewing it as a moment of pure, unrestrained savagery he enjoys.
Makes zero effort. He constantly wears his trench coat and hat, but if a mark is visible, he couldn't care less. He might even see it as a mark of honor.
He insists they remain covered unless you are completely alone. Not for your modesty, but because he views the marks as his private territory sign that others don't deserve to see.
His favorite place is on the prominent vein on the side of your neck, where the mark is dark and visible. It's a reminder of your lifeblood, which he claims as his own.
Karl runs his cold, fingers over the bruise, the temperature difference making you shiver. He then gives a rough, satisfied smile and declares, "Good. Don't let anyone forget you belong here."
If he sees a mark on you that someone else is looking at, he doesn't talk—he growls low in his chest, his eyes flashing yellow, daring the onlooker to challenge him for his mate.
He refers to them as "my brand" or "my color." He sees them as necessary to assert dominance and possessiveness.
He enjoys leaving a hot, deep mark and then running his cold, magnetic hand over it, enjoying the physical contrast of pain, warmth, and cold metal.
Gets defensive and sulky if you asked him stop, taking it as a rejection of his raw affection. "What? Too rough for ya? Fine. But don't expect me to be gentle next time." However, he will try to be less aggressive
Luis sees that hickeys are "love stamps"—proof that the romantic drama of your life together is intensely real.
His hickeys are everywhere—on your neck, shoulder, and chest. He gives them with a flair, often leaving clumps of smaller, lighter marks, like little constellations of love.
Luis makes a loud, delighted sound, often exclaiming, "Ah! My beautiful little vampire! I am marked for life!" He enjoys the attention and drama.
Makes a half-hearted attempt to hide them, maybe buttoning up his shirt for a meeting, but if they show, he simply winks at you and blows a kiss across the room.
He is protective but proud. He asks, "Do you want to show the world that you belong to the most charming man in Spain?" If you say yes, he beams. If you say no, he dramatically pins a brooch or flower over the spot.
On the back of your hand or inner forearm his favourite place —somewhere unexpected that can be seen only when he holds you close.
Luis runs his thumb over the mark and then immediately kisses it, giving it a playful, dramatic flourish and whispering a compliment about your strength and passion.
If someone notices a mark on him, he doesn't hide it. He smiles brilliantly, shrugs, and says, "Ah, the price of passion! Worth every beautiful bruise!"
He calls them his "timbres de amor" (love stamps) and insists on leaving a new one every time he comes home from a long, dangerous trip.
Sometimes pretends to leave a lipstick mark instead of a hickey, only for you to find the real bruise beneath the kiss mark later.
If you ask him stop Luis pouts dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. "No more proof of our beautiful love? Fine, but I reserve the right to leave invisible ones!" He then proceeds to nibble your ear for five minutes straight.
Often gives them actually
She gives them precisely, only when she knows they will be covered by high-collared clothing. They are often faint, strategically placed, and are more about the intense feeling of being claimed than the visual mark.
She is very difficult to mark. Her skin is firm but still pale, and she maintains an air of composure even in the most passionate moments. If you leave a mark, Ada pauses, giving you a rare, impressed smirk, acknowledging your persistence.
They are always hidden. She has a wardrobe full of high-neck gowns, silk scarves, and turtlenecks for exactly this purpose. To expose one would be a gross tactical error.
Ada is meticulous about concealing yours. She will expertly apply foundation or simply drape a perfect silk scarf around your neck. She views any visible mark on you as a distraction to her mission.
Her favourite place is Right beneath the small, prominent bone at the base of your spine. It is a secret, untouchable spot that reminds her of the vulnerability you share with her.
She doesn't just admire it; she takes an internal inventory. She'll trace the mark's edge while you're asleep, analyzing the color and size, seeing it as confirmation that you let down your guard for her.
Sometimes leaves a very faint mark on your hand or wrist as a private, coded sign of affection before she disappears on a long mission.
The only person Ada allows to see her marks is you. She might briefly lower her collar when you are alone just to let you see the result of your passion before quickly covering it again.
She doesn't talk about them, but if you mention a mark you left, she’ll give a quick, knowing look and a deep, low chuckle that implies, "You are lucky you survived that attempt."
When you asked her stop, she nods instantly. "Of course. No need for crude displays." She is easily redirected to places where the marks are concealed, viewing it as a challenge to make them more intense but less visible.
She gives them playfully and spontaneously, usually after a moment of intense, relieved affection. They are often clustered around the shoulder or collarbone—visible enough to make a statement.
Claire laughs when you manage to land a good one on her, giving you a surprised, "Wow, okay, hot stuff!" look. She wears them proudly.
Claire makes a conscious decision not to hide them unless she is meeting with a specific government contact. Otherwise, she lets her leather jacket collar fall low or wears an open-neck shirt as a sign of defiance.
She'll gently rub a bit of concealer on your neck if you look nervous, but mostly she encourages you to own it: "Seriously, who cares? It looks great on you."
Her Favorite Place is on the base of your throat, where she can feel the pulse flutter beneath the bruise. It's a reminder of life and passion after too much death.
If someone stares, she meets their eye with a challenging, amused smile. She might even lean in and whisper a loud, suggestive comment to you just to make the watcher uncomfortable.
Often gives them before you leave for a trip as a physical reminder of home and a promise of what's waiting for you when you return.
If one of her NGO colleagues spots a visible mark, she shrugs and says, "Yeah, I finally got some time off. What of it?" and immediately changes the subject to motorcycle maintenance.
She stands in front of the mirror, turning her head to admire the shade and size of the marks you left, touching them gently with a wide, satisfied grin.
When you ask her to stop, she understands immediately but pouts dramatically. Claire switches her target to the inner wrist or shoulder blade, saying, "Fine, but I need my signature!"
For Jill hickeys are an embarrassing sign of lack of control, but she secretly finds the vulnerability endearing.
They are usually accidental, happening during intense moments of physical contact and deep affection. They are lighter in color and often happen quickly on the shoulder or upper chest.
She lets out a sharp, surprised exhale, pulling away slightly with an awkward laugh and saying, "Did you just... are you serious?" She tries to maintain her composure but fails.
Jill is embarrassed by them. If she has a mission or training, she rigorously tries to cover them with makeup and high-collared shirts, viewing the mark as proof she momentarily dropped her guard.
She is very practical. She immediately applies a cold cloth to the area to reduce swelling and suggests you wear something to conceal it, saying, "We don't need Barry making jokes."
The inner curve of your arm, near your bicep is her favourite place. It's subtle, muscular, and visible only when your arm is raised, a hidden moment of passion.
Catches herself staring at the mark on your skin while you're focused on something else. She blushes and quickly looks away, muttering, "God, I'm such an idiot."
If she sees one on your arm during a gym session, she'll give a quick, tight-lipped smile and then immediately push you to work harder, using the mark as proof of your shared intensity.
She keeps a tube of arnica gel or Vitamin cream in her bedside drawer specifically for quickly healing and concealing any accidental bruises or hickeys.
When you're alone and the lights are low, she might gingerly touch a mark you left on her, whispering, "Don't tell Chris I let you do that."
When you ask her to stop Jill agrees instantly, a wave of relief washing over her. She appreciates the respect for her need for control, simply asking for a high-five instead.
First Time was a little hesitant about them.
Mia gives them emotionally, usually during a moment where she feels particularly safe and secure. They are lighter in color and often delivered in a sudden burst of overwhelming affection.
She becomes instantly flustered and giggly, covering the spot with her hand and saying, "Oh my goodness, I'm going to have to wear my hair down tomorrow!"
Makes a theatrical attempt to hide them with her hair or a scarf, but she's not very good at it, and they usually end up peeking out, much to her dramatic dismay.
She worries about you. She carefully pats concealer on the mark and insists you wear a sweater or jacket, constantly checking throughout the day to make sure it's still covered.
Her favourite place is on the back of your shoulder, where the skin is soft and easily covered by a sundress or blouse. It is a sweet, hidden sign of her domestic claim.
Mia will stare at it with wide, loving eyes, immediately becoming flushed. She'll reach out and touch it with the back of her hand, saying, "You are just too much. Look what you did to me!"
If Rose somehow noticed one on her, Mia would have a hilarious, panicked moment, scrambling to cover it while whispering urgently to you, "She saw it! She saw the bruise! What do I tell her?!"
Mia often insists on leaving a mark on the same spot on your body every time, making a small, temporary pattern that only the two of you know about.
Often apologizes for leaving a visible mark, even though she clearly enjoyed it: "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I just... I missed you so much."
Would be deflates slightly, looking disappointed if you ask her stop, but respects your request instantly. Mia compensates by increasing the number of soft, non-marking kisses she gives you throughout the day.
