know how some pet owners 'clicker-train' their pets? drawing a sound that they recognise and then rewarding them right after?
yeah clark kent is one-hundred-percent clicker-trained by his bossy, needy girlfriend.
starts off small, at the disgruntled sigh you give that often indicates something wasn't going right. he would be there in seconds, coming to your aid. need more references? he's elbow deep in archival boxes. printer empty? clark's already behind you with stack of fresh papers in his arms.
he lives to please you. so it's only fair that you reward him.
two taps of your manicured fingernails on his desk, and he shoots right up. if he had a tail, it would be wagging and hitting everyones knick-knacks off their cubicle.
fire-escape stairwell, supply closet, handicapped restroom — he didn't care wherever it was. clark kent simply waits patiently for you to say the words 'c'mere big guy', before he's hoisting you onto the nearest surface.
Arthur was born with his X gene. He was born as a literal rabbit. Little baby bunny. His biological parents did not want him, but one of the nurses who helped deliver him did. She took in Arthur raising him to the best of her abilities, but even she eventually got worn out by his over hyper personality and his overall needs. She constantly had to choose between paying the bills and providing for him. Knowing full well that he couldn’t go to public school and babysitters were out of the question, she couldn’t find one she trusted. She and Arthur got by well enough before she found Xavier’s school. She instantly enrolled him knowing that this was the best thing for him. He was around 8 when he was enrolled, and he still sees his momma on the weekends and holidays.
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clark request! maybe an insecure!reader branches out and buys cute underwear to try on for clark... can be fluffy Or smut! your choice my queen!!!!!!!!! 🫶🏻
thank you for requesting! ★ fem, 2.1k
cw suggestive themes
The noise Clark makes when he sees you is a shriek, but that’s getting ahead of things.
There are many wonderful aspects to having a boyfriend. Being doted on, kissed and hugged and cared for, it’s all worth the awkwardness of being known. But! That does not mean the awkwardness is no longer awkward. It’s borderline painful.
It starts one night (or, another night, down the line, when Clark has already complimented your slight plain panties with little adornment) laying in bed beside him. You’re wondering if Clark would want to fuck you and if there is a less strange way to ask then how you’d proposed it the last time you wanted him with a whispered question. He’d very obviously been into it, but you’re not stupid to the world of sex, only shy —there are subtler methods of seduction that you and Clark can enjoy together. Clark himself can be terribly seductive, usually by turning a small kiss into a better one, or occasionally suggesting ways to warm you up that don’t involve clothes after showers. He’s always charming, and kind, and surprisingly dirty-mouthed in murmurs (though he never calls you anything worse than perfect, and he doesn’t cuss). You are gosh darn gorgeous in his lap.
The spurring thought isn’t particularly sophisticated. Clark’s stretched out beside you with his shirt riding up and his sweatpants low on one hip and he looks sexy. That’s all it is. He’s hot, and he isn’t putting a ton of effort in, but you know that the underwear he’s wearing beneath his sweatpants are expensive and fit him well. He takes care to look good.
You think about your white plain panties, and begin to debate how you can make him think like this about you. You know Clark finds you beautiful, if not for how often he tells you, then the simple basics of a relationship.
Clark could have anyone and he chose you, so you’re not not beautiful in his eyes. But you probably aren’t sexy. And you realise that, despite the little trip of nerves at the idea, you’d like to be. Maybe you can present yourself to Clark in something nice for once to wind him up.
Maybe you can pull this off.
You spend time with your heart in your mouth at Victoria’s Secret. Clark calls you while you’re there having just gotten out of work. He likes to know where you are, only to know, for mild peace of mind and the curiosity that comes with loving someone. It’s alright. You like knowing where he is, too.
“Where are you?” he asks warmly.
“Did you call me earlier?”
“Yeah, I was thinking about you. It’s alright, I didn’t have anything important to say, I was just stealing a break.”
“Oh, okay, good. I’m at the mall. King’s Arcade. Just… clothes shopping.”
“Great, can I come meet you?”
You squeeze the phone, turning away from the lingerie you’d been eyeing in a rush as though Clark will catch you immediately. “Sure,” you say, slightly breathless, “how far are you? I can come meet you at the front?”
“No, don’t worry about that, I’ll come find you, I’m like five minutes out. What store are you in?”
You turn back to the polka dot panties with the lettuce hem and the tiny black bow and its matching bra decisively. There’s a Bath and Body Works right next door. “By the candle shop,” you say, snagging the panties in your size. Baby steps.
You pay for the panties and shove them with the receipt in your bag as Clark turns the corner.
He squeezes your hand in hello. Asks if you’re thirsty and buys you a drink. Then you sort of follow one another around for a bit until Clark spies your lack of clothes and encourages you into a store with your style in the front window.
Could he get any more perfect? (Yes! He pays for the two things you picked up, swiping his card before you can get yours out of your purse like he’d been waiting with it between his fingers.) You flush all over thinking he’s seen the panties in your rush to get your purse out and ruin his plans, which doesn’t help.
“I’m sorry if I undermined your independence, but you have to let me pay for you sometimes. It’s more for me than it is for you,” he says, having noticed your displeasure, your joined hands swinging gently.
“You didn’t undermine my independence, Clark.”
“Is that sass? Are you sassing me?”
You recognise his teasing as something that could spiral out of your control and try to duck away, but Clark pulls you right back in.
“You’re being mean to me,” he says into your cheek.
“You’re mean to me!”
“I’m not trying to be!”
Giggly and content, you make your way out of the mall, the short walk to his apartment becoming dawdlingly long. You’re tired as you shuck out of your shoes. Clark palms briefly at your back before throwing himself ahead. “I’ll make dinner,” he says.
So he does. You eat dinner with your heel pressed to the top of his foot, and share an ice cream for dessert from the same bowl with two spoons.
You shower first. Clark kisses your cheek when you return to the bedroom wrapped in a towel, eager for his own, and leaves you with pajamas he’s laid out including a simple pair of pink panties and a soft bralette for sleeping. Just a suggestion, never expected, which is good. You swap the panties out for your new polka dot ones and get dressed, fix your hair, laid up at the top of the bed scrolling down your phone by the time Clark comes in dripping wet. He sits down on the end of the bed, taking the towel from around his shoulders to scrub at his curls.
Even his back is rippled with muscle, the skin tight as he leans forwards.
Okay. So. Your seduction was mainly panties-based and you’re not sure how to show Clark that they’re new without initiating. The point was that he’d see your new panties and the effort you’re making and start salivating in a more casual situation. You should’ve waited to get dressed until he was in the room, but it’s too late now.
Clark tips backwards, his hair hanging in wet, dark coils behind him. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“I had a funny feeling about you.”
Or he’s using his super senses for personal gain. “I’m fine, just thinking.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
You shuffle down the bed to be closer. “I had this idea…”
Clark spots your timidity a mile out. Usually he’d reach to comfort you, but perhaps there’s more in what you’re not saying, because he bites down a smile that’s surprisingly amorous. Maybe he’s just wires-crossed, what with his lack of pants. “What was your idea?” he asks quietly.
What to tell him? You nibble the inside of your lip.
“It’s okay, you can tell me,” he says.
“It’s not working out how I imagined.”
Clark’s eyes go wide. “What’s not working out? Me and you?”
“No.” You smile at him, then shrug diffidently. “I was trying to be cute, I guess, but I didn’t–”
“Sweetheart, you are adorable,” Clark says, twisting so you can see the defined ridge of every abdominal muscle, better to see you, and better to look at him.
Your mouth goes dry. All you can think of is how you want him to see your new panties, and instead you’ve trapped him in reassurances.
“You’re perfect,” he says, grabbing your knee. “You don’t have to try to be cute, you’re already the cutest girl I know.”
Well, cute was a cop out. Saying sexy out loud felt silly in the moment. This is the messiest of messes.
You let your head hang, defeated. Morose. “Thank you, Clark.”
You are kissed and cuddled, left dampened by his wet hair.
You aren’t brave enough to ask Clark to watch you strip, nor are you eager to stand in the middle of the room and do it. The panties feel soft but too warm all night, every shift a pull of elastic against your skin. You’re a little wet and a lot warm, wanting Clark but not knowing how to ask, and he’s so worried about your self esteem that he doesn’t try to kiss you long enough to let you respond and prompt any action.
It gets to the point where you’re thinking a white lie is in order. You let your heart calm down, and then you get out of bed pretending that you’re gonna turn up his AC. “If that’s okay?”
Your asking helps trick poor Clark. “Obviously you can,” he says, frowning at you where you linger by the door. “You don’t have to ask stuff like that, baby, just go ahead and do it. This is your place too.”
It’s really not, but you like how he says it like he believes it, offering him a bright smile. You practically skip to his thermostat and mess with things, then shuffle back far more calmly, stopping again in the door.
Clark lays against two plush pillows, sheets down, t-shirt ridden up to show his abs again, like he’s trying to drive you crazy. He turns his head against the pillow, brow nearly quizzical at your hesitation.
“What?”
“It’s so hot, do you– am I weird if I strip down?”
Clark sighs, pained again. “What did I just say? This is your place, as good as. Treat it like your own home.”
You take your shirt off first, meandering toward the bed, then pause to shuck it on the bed. Clark picks it up and folds it, but you can see him slowing in your peripherals as you hook your thumbs in the waistband of your pants and bring them down your thighs. You bend to grab them, but then you have nothing to hide behind, dropping them on the bed and climbing back where you’d been, legs up and knees pressed together.
This is when Clark shrieks.
It’s like– quite girly. You imagine he’d make a similar noise when winning the lottery. Multiple lotteries.
“Baby, what are you wearing?” he asks. “Oh my gosh!”
He sounds so, so happy, you are immediately hot from top to toe. “What?” you ask, failing to maintain even a semblance of calm.
“Can I see?” he asks, gentling. “Please?”
You let your legs fall flat without rush nor reluctance.
Clark peers down at you like this is deathly important.
“They are so– you’re so sweet, look at those, you’re so pretty,” he breathes. “When did you get these? I’ve never seen them.”
“Uh. Today, actually.”
“Yeah?” Clark goes to touch you, then hesitates. “Can I?” he asks.
“Of course you can, Clark,” you say, trying not to fall into whispers, “this is your place.”
He grasps the curve of your hip and the silky fabric of your new panties, pressing it down to see the front of you, the bump of your cunt hugged by softness, better displaying the polka dot pattern and the lettuce edged hemming that kisses your inner thighs and tummy.
“I’d say something about your joke if there was enough blood left in my brain,” he says, then blanches, “I mean– darn, you’re so pretty, I’m being too much, I’m sorry.”
“I got them for you. Wore them for you. It’s okay if you like them.”
Clark Kent looks close to tears.
“I love them,” he says, “you are the most beautiful thing, and this is–” He swallows. Shakes his head. Maybe Clark’s laying it on thick, but if he is, you like it. “This is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me. You really got them for me?”
You turn toward him slowly, letting your leg fall onto the other, and covering his hand with yours to press slowly to the apex of your thighs. “I got them for you,” you confirm. Your heart races, but your voice doesn’t tremble. You’ve wanted him to touch you for hours. “Something fun.”
Clark feels the warmth there under his fingers and closes his eyes, groaning quietly, right from the depths of his chest. “You’re gonna kill me,” he says.
You move very gently against his hand. “Please don’t die right now.”
His eyes flutter open, pupils like dimes and a pretty pink flush spotting up his neck. “I almost don’t wanna take you out of them.”
“You could pull them to the side?” you whisper. “I mean– if that’s– you know, if that’s not weird.”
Clark pulls you in for a kiss before he can make any more agonised sounds, the rush of his deep sigh slipping into your mouth as he widens the kiss, his tongue a sudden heat.
𑣲 clark kent who’s the biggest softie you’ve ever met. The first time you met him; it was your first day on the job at the daily planet. You bumped into the guy and spilled lukewarm coffee all over yourselves and you were actually so embarrassed.
You thought he’d be the kind of rough, macho man that you usually met at his size, but you were dead wrong. He was the sweetest, most attentive boy, and he even apologized for not having paid attention like it was his fault, buying you a new coffee just the way you liked it once he got your exact order down.
𑣲 clark kent who’s never cussed once in his entire lifetime. Sure, he reads all those asshole comments about #supershit and whatnot, but other than that, he’s an absolute saint. And yeah, you can’t lie. Once you got to meet him, you thought that whole thing was an act, but really, thats just how he is. He was raised that way!
Stubbed his toe? “Darn it!” he’d mutter in pain under his breath. What can he say? Even the man of steel was vulnerable to wooden tables.
Couldn’t make it to the date he asked you on because of his superman duties?
“Gosh.. m’so sorry, pretty..” he’d apologize with that soft, sweet little voice of his when he feels guilty about something, and you’re so weak for it. even with the silk dress you put on that felt sticky to your skin after an hour of waiting at your apartment.
He’d make it up to you later by cooking you one of his ma’s famous home cooked meals and gazes at you while you tell him about your day like you weren’t real.
𑣲 clark kent who loves to call you by the cutest nicknames ever because he just adores you so much, its hard not to refer to you as “pretty girl” “lovebug” “honey” “sweetheart” “baby” “angel” or even ma’am if he felt like a tease. You’d never admit to him that it actually turns you on.. because it really, really does.
𑣲 clark kent who always notices when you feel fidgety and stressed. He feels it like a sixth sense. He’d cup your face, but you cant really call it that because he was really just squishing it gently to get a little giggle out of you. “There she is.” he’d smile so softly at you.
He couldn’t stand looking at you all blue and gloomy after a hard day of dealing with Perry’s constant tasks. So every time you came home from work, he’d already cooked your favorite dinner. And after that, he’d take a warm bath with you, his chest pressed against your back as he washes the stress of your day away from your skin with his big, calloused, gentle hands.
𑣲 clark kent who after the most mind boggling sex that left your legs shaking and your body exhausted, kisses away your tears and wipes away the hairs that fell onto your face so he can see his pretty girlfriend all fucked out.
He’s so sickly sweet after bruising your guts like he didn’t just break you two minutes before and slips out of you gently, laying back down next to you, coaxing you onto his chest.
It’s so peaceful and you’re afraid you’re getting cavities just by how sweet he is. You fall sleep listening to his heart beat while he combs his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet praises into your ear until his senses tell him that you’re completely calm and dormant.
Sam, in the early years, is softness hidden inside a life that rarely allows it.
He’s tall in a way that’s unintentionally comforting. When you walk beside him, people tend to move out of the way without realizing why, and Sam always slows his stride so you don’t have to rush to keep up. He pretends he doesn’t notice when you drift closer to his side in crowded places, but he absolutely does.
Sam is the kind of person who checks on you quietly.
Not in a big dramatic way—he just notices things. If you’re quieter than usual in the Impala’s backseat, if you skipped breakfast or when you keep rubbing your eyes after a long night researching. He’ll slide a coffee toward you without comment, or a granola bar he grabbed from a gas station three towns ago. “Thought you might want it,” he’ll mumble, a little shy about it.
He’s very gentle with you when you’re tired.
Long drives are common, and if you fall asleep in the backseat he’ll glance over his shoulder every now and then to make sure you’re comfortable. If the sun starts hitting your face through the window, he’ll quietly adjust the visor and Dean will tease him for it. “Dude, they’re not gonna evaporate.”
Sam just shrugs, but he still checks again a few minutes later.
He likes quiet company; a lot of nights on the road are spent in cheap motel rooms with bad lighting and creaky beds. Dean usually falls asleep first, the TV still playing something loud and ridiculous. Sam stays awake a little longer, reading through lore books or scribbling notes.
If you’re there with him, he relaxes more than he realizes. You’ll sit on the floor with a book or lean against the bed while he researches. Sometimes your foot bumps his leg absentmindedly, and instead of moving away he shifts closer without looking up.
Sam is surprisingly affectionate, just subtle about it.
He’ll squeeze your shoulder when he passes behind you, rest his hand briefly at the small of your back when guiding you out of a bar full of hunters and if you’re sitting next to each other, your knees will almost always end up touching.
He blushes when you catch him staring: because Sam does look at you sometimes—when you’re laughing at something Dean said, or when you’re concentrating during research. He doesn’t mean to get caught, but when you turn toward him his eyes snap back to whatever he was doing. “Sorry,” he says automatically.
You never know what he’s apologizing for.
And the softest thing about Sam in those early years is this: he doesn’t expect you to stay. The hunting life is dangerous, messy, exhausting. Sam carries that knowledge everywhere, tucked into the corners of his mind. So whenever you choose to ride with them again, or sit beside him during another late night of research, or simply exist in the quiet spaces between hunts—he looks a little warmer.
Like maybe, just maybe, he’s starting to believe someone might stay anyway.
Looooove your writing ❤️❤️❤️ Also thank you for following me back ?? I'm honored !
I need me some fluff though if you are up for it ? How about the RE boys reacting to reader making themselves pretty (makeup, special outfit) ? Maybe even comparing before/after being in a relationship ? (I just wanna see the boys struggling to contain their attraction lol)
Have the best day and/or night, depending on what time it is for you ❤️
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While there's no point to inform you about this, you forgot to see that the headcanon requests were closed but since you seem like a lovely person, I'll write this down so here you go.
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HC Preferences: Resident Evil Boys x Reader Who Loves To Doll Up
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♂️Male Characters:
Leon S. Kennedy
Chris Redfield
Albert Wesker
Carlos Oliveira
Piers Nivans
Jake Muller
Jack Krauser
Luis Sera
HUNK
Karl Heisenberg
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Leon S. Kennedy
Before dating, he gets awkwardly tongue-tied when you walk into the room looking put-together.
Plays it cool though; polite compliment, but his ears turn pink.
After dating? He stares outright.
Tries to hold back but ends up blurting, “You look… wow.” every time.
He’s a sucker for lip gloss. Will steal a kiss and smudge it just to grin about it.
Loves when you surprise him with a casual “date-night” look, he feels like the luckiest guy alive.
Gets flustered if you ask, “Better than usual?” because he thinks you’re always gorgeous.
Will absolutely trip over his words if you ask for help with zippers or jewelry.
Gets soft seeing you get ready, like watching you in the mirror, domestic vibes overload.
Secretly loves showing you off in public, hand on your back like, yeah, this is mine.
Chris Redfield
Before dating, he’s all stiff soldier mode and tries not to stare.
Compliments are short, clipped: “You look nice.” but he means more.
After dating, he gets openly affectionate; hugs from behind while you fix your makeup.
Always notices the little things: nails done, new earrings, etc.
Loves how you “clean up,” but also insists you’re beautiful fresh out of bed.
If you wear something special for him, he gets this dopey grin he can’t hide.
Tries to act composed but his ears and neck flush bright red.
Sometimes mutters under his breath, “Damn, I’m lucky,” and you catch him.
Protective energy goes up tenfold when you’re dressed up out in public.
After a long mission, seeing you dressed up waiting for him? He melts.
Albert Wesker
Before dating, he smirks and acts like it doesn’t affect him; classic smug Wesker.
Internally, though, he’s calculating how unfairly distracting you are.
After dating, he still pretends he’s unaffected, but his gaze lingers longer.
Has a very subtle way of complimenting you: “You’ve outdone yourself, dear.”
Loves the idea of you being polished and perfect beside him.
But secretly enjoys when you’re undone and casual, too (only for him).
He fixes stray details; straightens your collar, adjusts a necklace, with this precise touch.
Absolutely relishes being the only one who gets to see you “after hours.”
Finds it amusing when others stare at you, because they’ll never have what he has.
You’re his weakness, though he’ll never admit how much you undo his composure.
Carlos Oliveira
Before dating, he whistles when you walk in. Zero shame.
Says stuff like, “Damn, princesa, you tryna kill me?”
After dating, he’s even worse, because now he can actually touch you.
Handsy. Runs his hands down your outfit like he’s “checking quality.”
Loves when you put effort in, but also insists you’re hot in sweatpants.
If you do makeup, he stares at your lips like he’s hypnotized.
Absolutely takes selfies with you when you’re dressed up.
If it’s for a date, he’ll also try to dress up but still looks a little rugged.
Gets pouty if you take too long, but melts the second you show up.
Always calls you his showstopper.
Piers Nivans
Before dating, he’s shy. Stares a bit too long, then looks away fast.
His compliments are earnest though: “You look beautiful.”
After dating, he’s more confident with his praise, but still soft-spoken.
Loves watching you do your hair or makeup, it calms him.
Acts as your hype man when you doubt yourself.
Secretly takes mental snapshots of your outfits to remember later.
Helps with little things: holding pins, zipping dresses, steadying your hand.
Stares in absolute awe like he doesn’t believe you’re real sometimes.
If you dress up for a date he planned, he feels honored.
Thinks you’re his anchor, dressed up or not, he falls harder each time.
Jake Muller
Before dating, he teases you “Who you tryna impress?”
But inside? He’s trying not to choke on his drink.
After dating, he’s still sarcastic, but way more handsy.
Absolutely loves showing you off, he gets cocky about it.
If anyone else looks at you too long, he gets protective real fast.
Can you do re men with plus size black gf and she get insecure in lingerie/under clothes orrrr they help plus size black gf take her braids out
Though I have written a plus size reader HC Preferences for the boys before! I'll definitely won't mind writing something like that again but with a black plus size reader!
He acts all confident with a gun in his hand but is nervous as hell the first time you ask him to help with your braids.
“I don’t wanna mess this up, babe,” he’ll say with that sheepish half-smile, before trying anyway because he wants to learn.
He’s surprisingly gentle, those rookie cop hands know how to steady themselves when necessary.
He watches you closely and mimics your movements if you show him how to undo a braid.
When you feel insecure in lingerie, Leon is quick with reassurance: “You’re gorgeous, no matter what. Full stop.”
He’s the type to kiss your thighs or your stretch marks and murmur compliments until you’re blushing.
He gets way too focused on the braids sometimes, tongue poking out in concentration like he’s defusing a bomb.
If he tugs too hard accidentally, he immediately apologizes with wide eyes, “Shit, sorry, sweetheart!”
He thinks it’s intimate; a trust thing, that you let him help with something so personal.
Eventually, he gets decent at it and teases you: “Guess I’ve got another survival skill to add to the list.”
Chris Redfield
Chris is all “Sure, I’ll help,” like it’s no big deal, but inside he’s clueless.
His big hands fumble at first, he’s used to handling weapons, not delicate braids.
He listens carefully if you guide him step-by-step, determined to get it right.
When you’re insecure in lingerie, Chris goes full soft mode: “Baby, do you even see yourself? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
He loves your curves, your softness he buries his face against your stomach or hips like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Chris sometimes flexes like a goof to make you laugh when you’re feeling down.
He’ll spend hours if he has to, carefully undoing every braid until your hair is free.
When he’s done, he brushes his calloused fingers gently through your hair, looking proud of himself.
He kisses the crown of your head afterward, calling you “my best girl.”
He tells you he’s lucky, because for him, intimacy is about these little quiet moments, not just passion.
Albert Wesker
Wesker acts like helping you with braids is beneath him at first, too mundane for someone like him.
But if he sees you struggling or tired, he steps in without you asking.
His precision is unmatched, he unravels braids with surgeon-like efficiency.
He makes little remarks like, “You should let me handle this more often. You’re far too delicate to waste energy here.”
When you’re insecure in lingerie, Wesker is blunt: “Do not diminish yourself. You are exquisite.”
He admires you like you’re a masterpiece, eyes lingering on every inch with calculated intensity.
He’ll run his gloved hands lightly over your body, worshipping in his own cold, commanding way.
He likes the power in knowing you trust him with something as personal as your hair.
Occasionally, he’ll tease you: “Should I add hairstylist to my résumé, dear heart?”
With him, reassurance isn’t gushy. It’s firm, absolute. And somehow, it works.
Carlos Oliveira
Carlos is delighted when you ask him, like, he’s hyped to be included in your self-care routine.
He jokes the whole time, calling himself your “personal stylist.”
His big hands are clumsy, but he’s patient and really tries.
He peppers kisses on your cheeks or shoulders between braids, making the moment playful.
When you’re insecure in lingerie, Carlos is dramatic about it, like, hand-to-heart: “Querida, you’re killing me. You have no idea how perfect you are.”
He’ll hype you up like you’re the baddest woman alive until you laugh.
He lowkey brags to others (jokingly) about his “skills” once he helps you out.
He loves the intimacy of sitting behind you, fingers brushing your hair.
If you ever sigh that you don’t feel pretty, he immediately gets serious: “Hey, don’t talk about my girl like that.”
Carlos just makes it fun, turning insecurity into laughter and love.
Piers Nivans
Piers approaches braiding duty like a mission; calm, steady, methodical.
He asks questions so he can do it properly: “Is this too tight? Am I pulling too hard?”
He gets a little shy when you sit between his legs so he can reach better.
When you feel insecure, Piers is the type to whisper soft, tender compliments instead of making a big deal.
He’ll trace your curves with his hands slowly, reverently, like he’s memorizing you.
He’s patient with your moods. He doesn’t dismiss your feelings, he just balances them with gentle reassurance.
He actually learns how to braid decently after a while, just because he wants to be useful.
He’ll sometimes hum softly while helping, turning the moment calm and cozy.
When you thank him, he always shakes his head: “Don’t thank me. I like taking care of you.”
Piers is a quiet anchor; making you feel secure, steady, and beautiful without loud declarations.
Jake Muller
Jake pretends like he’s gonna suck at it but then actually… not bad?
He cracks jokes constantly while undoing your braids, keeping things lighthearted.
He teases you: “Guess I’m handier than I thought. Your boy’s got skills.”.When you feel insecure in lingerie, Jake literally laughs, not at you, but at the idea that you don’t know how hot you are.
“Babe, you’re thick in all the right places. Own it.”
He kisses your body like he’s making a point: every part of you deserves attention.
Jake likes that helping with your hair makes him feel closer to you, it’s something nobody else gets to do.
He’ll show off a loose braid he manages to do himself, proud like a kid.
If you ever apologize for your insecurities, he gets serious: “Don’t ever say sorry for being human. Especially not to me.”
Jake makes you feel wanted in a raw, unapologetic way.
Jack Krauser
Krauser at first acts like he doesn’t have the patience for it… but ends up being shockingly careful.
His military background means he has steady, precise hands.
He doesn’t say much while helping. He’s focused, almost protective.
When you’re insecure, he doesn’t drown you in words. Instead, he pulls you close and kisses you firmly, grounding you.
He shows you he loves your body rather than just saying it.
Krauser calls you “beautiful” in this gruff tone that makes it sound like fact, not opinion.
He’ll sit silently undoing braid after braid, like it’s a duty he’s glad to take on.
Sometimes he mutters, “You deserve someone who takes care of you. I’ll do it.”
He brushes your hair out gently when he’s finished, surprising even himself with how tender he can be.
With Krauser, it’s not about sweet talk. It’s about actions that prove his devotion. Just.... Don't point them out cause he'll probably end up feeling emasculated
Luis Sera
Luis is thrilled when you ask him for help, he’s curious about everything.
He turns it into a flirt fest, complimenting you constantly while undoing braids.
“Ah, amor, your hair is as stunning as the rest of you.”
He’s clumsy but enthusiastic, always asking if he’s doing it right.
When you’re insecure in lingerie, Luis practically worships you.
He’s dramatic about your beauty, like a poet. “The gods must’ve carved you just for me.”
He’ll make you laugh so much you forget you were insecure in the first place.
He loves running his fingers through your hair when it’s free, telling you it’s his new favorite look.
Luis insists intimacy is in the details, helping with your hair is one way of proving he pays attention.
He always ends the night whispering sweet nothings in Spanish against your skin.
HUNK
HUNK doesn’t talk much, so helping you with braids feels extra intimate.
His hands are steady, careful, unhurried. He treats it like a mission with precision.
He never complains, just silently works through each braid.
If you feel insecure, HUNK doesn’t drown you in words; he reassures with touch.
He’ll trace your curves, kiss you slowly, grounding you in the moment.
If he does speak, it’s in that low voice: “You’re beautiful. That’s all that matters.”
He never pulls too hard, always mindful of your comfort.
You feel safest with him in moments like this, his presence itself is calming.
He doesn’t need to boast or tease; he just does it, because you matter to him.
With HUNK, intimacy is quiet but powerful. You feel it more than hear it.
Karl Heisenberg
Heisenberg is a menace about it. Joking, teasing, acting like he’s about to ruin your hair.
“Don’t worry, doll, these hands are magic,” he’ll grin, before messing up on purpose just to make you laugh.
But he actually tries harder than he lets on, because he loves seeing you relax.
When you’re insecure, Karl goes feral; he gets genuinely pissed. “Who the hell made you feel that way? They’re blind.”
He makes it his mission to remind you daily how hot you are.
He’s very handsy when you’re in lingerie, all grabby and worshipful, muttering dirty praise.
With your braids, he likes the intimacy of sitting close, tugging you back against his chest while he works.
He talks the whole time, telling stories, keeping you entertained.
He kisses the back of your neck when he’s done, like a little reward to himself.
For Karl, it’s about making you laugh, making you feel wanted, and making sure you know you’re his gorgeous woman.
first of all, your writing is beautiful, thank you for your work!
can we get the RE boys reacting to our cute aggression towards them? lol I just want to squeeze and bite Chris’ arms so bad 😂😍
HC Preferences: Resident Evil Boys x Reacting To Your Cuteness Aggression
Leon is initially confused. You're holding onto him, pinching his cheeks or nipping at his shoulder, and he simply. freezes. His internal monologue is more or less: “Am I supposed to fight back? Am I in danger? …No, wait, they’re… calling me cute?” He blushes before laughing nervously.
Leon's never quite known what to do with real affection, so your cuteness aggression really makes him warm up inside. He'll stumble, crack self-deprecating jokes, but he secretly adores the fact you just can't help yourself around him.
Once he sees this isn't harmful, he begins intentionally provoking you. He'll lean in, grin, and mutter, "What, gonna bite me again? You sure you can handle that?" simply to see you fluster.
Leon attempts to play along as if he's shoving you away, but he's giggling too hard to keep it up. He'll squirm in your arms like a cat faking that it doesn't care about cuddles when in truth, he's softening.
After the ruckus dies down, Leon will gently pat your hair or bring you in for a hug. He secretly adores getting "attacked" by your love; it reminds him that he's more than a tool for the government.
Chris Redfield
Chris is rugged, battle-hardened, and not accustomed to being labeled "cute." When you squeeze his cheeks or hug his arms, he raises an eyebrow but laughs: “Cute? Me? You’ve got to be kidding.”
He has a protective instinct, so he won't push you away. He'll cross his arms and stand there like a big, warm wall while you dump all your aggression on him. Deep down, he's pleased you think he's irresistible.
He'll chuckle but say, "Careful, you're gonna hurt yourself biting me. These muscles aren't exactly soft." He craves the attention, but he fears you'll get a bruise from his tank-like physique.
Chris doesn't remain passive indefinitely. If you go in to squash his cheeks, he'll pick you up and pin you in a bear hug until you're wriggling and panting for air. "Cute aggression works both ways, you know.
It reaches deep within him. To be handled like something deserving of affection instead of something that is only a body of a soldier makes him human. You remind him that there is softness in his life as well.
Albert Wesker
Wesker is completely taken aback the first time you display cute aggression around him. Bite his shoulder? Squeeze his face? His reaction is a cold, deadpan: "…Are you out of your mind?"
He regards himself as superior, powerful, beyond such petty displays. He doesn't understand it at first, and it irritates his pride that you bring him down to something so "cute" as a kitten.
But the more you do, the more a corrupted side of him revels in it. He enjoys your fearlessness. Who else would take his cheeks and say he is cute? He lets it pass, interested in your audacity.
Deliberately will Wesker lean close, tilting his head in that smug way only to see if you'll actually give into your silly urge to cutely attack again. He enjoys having that kind of control over you, even if it comes in the form of playful “attacks.”
Eventually, he'll consent but on his own terms. "If you have to do this. foolishness, do it where no one else can see me. I won't have my reputation tarnished." Yet, there's a ghost of a grin he attempts to conceal.
Carlos Oliveira
Carlos will burst out laughing the first time you squeeze his face or bite him on the arm. "Aww, amor, you think I'm that cute, huh?" He thoroughly knows what you're doing and enjoys each moment of it.
He poses, flexes, leans down with puppy-dog eyes just to invite aggression. He craves your attention and becomes addicted to your playful attacks.
Carlos turns it into playful fighting. If you pin his cheeks, he'll hold you down with his body, laughing as you shriek. To him, your provocations are all just an excuse for the two of you to roll around together.
He'll imitate you in a goofy voice: "Oh no, Carlos is too adorable, I have to squish him!" before picking you up and smothering you with kisses. He never lets you forget.
Joking aside, he truly values the amount of love you bestow upon him. Amidst a sea of monsters and death, your anger is evidence that there is still love and light, and he values it.
Piers Nivans
Piers isn't accustomed to this. You take his face, squeeze him, or nibble playfully at his shoulder, and his whole body turns red alert blush mode. He stammers, "W-what are you doing?!"
Although flustered, he doesn't push you off. He bites his lip, fidgets, but in the end gives you your way. Somewhere deep inside, he secretly loves that you can't help yourself.
He attempts to argue sense into it: "I'm not… I mean, I'm not adorable. You're just hallucinating." But the more he protests, the more your cuteness aggression is triggered.
If he's bold enough, he'll attempt to turn the conversation around by leaning in close, touching his lips to your ear, and whispering: "Still find me cute?", all the while blushing just as hard as you are.
It pleases him on a deep level. Piers is inclined to doubt himself, feel overshadowed by Chris, or be concerned about his value. Your profuse endearments give him the assurance that he is valued for being himself, not merely for his ability.
Jake Muller
The moment you squeeze or bite him, Jake grins as if he's been waiting for you to do so. "Yeah, I know. Hard to resist, huh?" He doesn't mind one bit; actually, he thrives on your inability to leave him be.
Jake is a competitive person, so your cuteness aggression becomes a game of challenges. If you pinch his cheeks, he'll immediately defend himself by ruffling your hair or holding you down with a smile.
He always goads you: "What's the matter, sweetie? Gonna bite me again? You're beginning to sound like one of dad's experiments." He feeds off your flustered response.
Although he comes across as cocky, your anger secretly makes him feel desirable in a manner he is not accustomed. He was raised tough, with minimal affection, so your doting adorableness sort of cracks his shell.
Jack Krauser
Finally, he begins to seek it out. He'll bend in close, turn in his jaw, and tease: "Come on, take your best shot. Bet you can't resist me." He's addicted to the evidence someone finds him cute.
The first time you squash his cheeks or bite his arm, Krauser tenses up like you drew on him. His instincts yell "danger," but once he catches on that it's affection, he glares at you like you're crazy.
He's hardened and militant enough not to be able to make sense of it. "Cute? I'm a soldier-turned-mercenary. I kill for a livin'. Cute ain't in my dictionary." He attempts to brush it aside, but he's discombobulated by your affection.
With time, he begins to accept it; although he'll grumble under his breath. He'll roll his eyes but allow you to squeeze his biceps or hug him like a koala, enjoying the attention secretly.
One day, when you least expect it, Krauser surprise you by pinning you against the bed or any other surface, holding your wrists with a grin. "Havin' fun getting 'attacked'?" It's his attempt at play-joining.
Luis Sera
Your cute aggression at its core keeps him reminded he's still human under the scars and soldier mentality. He'll never acknowledge it, but your affection anchors him in a way nothing else can.
Luis lives for this. If you squeeze his cheeks or attempt to bite him the first time, he dramatically gasps and laughs: "Ay, mios dios! Am I that irresistible to you?" He's thrilled.
He'll lean in close, bat his lashes, and pout his lips until you give in. He wants you to unleash that aggression because it strokes his playful ego.
Every time you do it, Luis overdoes it; holding his chest as if you've killed him, or theatrically falling into your arms. "Mi vida! your love is too strong, I am a weak man!"
He'll begin pinching your cheeks or licking your ear right back. For Luis, cuteness aggression is simply another method of flirting, and he's going to best you at it.
HUNK
Underneath the theatrics, Luis senses an actual warmth from your affection. He has had a rough, risky life, and being treated as "cute" rather than shady or broken makes him perceive himself as seen in a soft way.
Completely unfazed. You pinch his cheeks or attempt to nip at his shoulder, and HUNK doesn't bat an eye. No response. Just that expressionless mask gazing up at you. It's creepy.
Underneath the mask, however, he is flustered. "Cute? Me? What the heck does that even constitute?" He has no idea why you'd feel the need to "attack" him in such a manner, but he doesn't deter you.
HUNK never pushes you off. He'll just stand there, holding still, while you cling, squeeze, or squish him, as if he's spoiling a child. But that he lets you do it at all says a lot.
If you notice, you may see it: the subtlest head tilt, the briefest exhale that almost sounds like laughter. His way of acknowledging your affection.
Karl Heisenberg
For one so shut down, your cuteness aggression is a special ritual that you share with yourself. He doesn't have to say anything, you can sense his acceptance in the way he never pushes you away.
The first time you pinch his face or nip his arm, Heisenberg erupts into boisterous, sarcastic laughter. "Oh ho! Look at you, little beast! You think I'm cute, huh?" He finds it absolutely hilarious.
Heisenberg is also a chaotic one himself, so your cuteness aggression is aptly matched with his vibe. He'll taunt you: "C'mon, doll, hit me with your best shot. Bite harder!" He enjoys seeing you all riled up.
If you attack him with hugs and squeezes, he'll fling himself back as if you've overpowered him, moaning: "Argh, too strong! My only weakness, affection!" He's as dramatic as Luis, but with a darker tone.
What begins as you squishing his cheeks leaves him flipping you over onto the couch and pinning you down with a crazed smile. For Heisenberg, it's half affection, half sport.
Under the sarcasm, your cuteness aggression lands him in a spot he doesn't acknowledge existing. Being treated like he's lovable rather than monstrous cracks his rough exterior in ways he hadn't realized were possible.
Shy Anon here! I'm glad you had fun with the idea and I didn't mind the sappiness at all (tbh, I can be a bit of a sap myself. XD) I have another idea if you want!
Headcanons with the RE Boys about having a S/O who has a HUGE praise kink. Like, whisper "You're being such a good girl" in her ear and she will just melt into a needy mess. 💞
Can use whatever pronouns you like, I just use female ones because that's what I am. Haha!
OMG 😩😩 As a woman with a praise kink,, 👁👁 Also peep my inconsistent formatting between posts lmao. I'm trying to incorporate more quotes into my hcs too, let me know what y'all think!
Rating: 18+
CWs: fem!reader, degradation (Nikolai), mentions of public teasing
Characters: Carlos, Leon, Wesker, Chris, Jake, Nikolai
Carlos
Poor guy finds out on accident. He's very much a "worship the ground she walks on" kind of partner, so he's constantly throwing compliments your way
He's very casual with compliments, and they're always genuine. He tells you how pretty you look, how much he appreciates something you did, etc
It might take him a minute, but he does eventually notice how your thighs press together when he says something particularly sweet
Once he notices, he is a menace about it in the bedroom
Likes to hold you against his chest with his fingers or cock buried inside you while he tells you how pretty you look taking him, and what a good girl you are 🫢
Definitely the type to fuck you in front of a mirror if you're feeling insecure
"C'mon, vida, look at how pretty you are." His hand cups under the underside of his jaw, making you look at yourself in the mirror, your body covered in hickeys and your once-perfect makeup smudged at the edges. "Always so good for me, aren't you?"
Leon
Honestly I think Leon has a praise kink-
Forever thinking about Ada calling him a good boy. I'm telling y'all, he's into it. He'd start barking if you asked
But alas, you're asking for the reader with a praise kink, so i'll set this aside for now 😌
Like most of my thoughts on Leon, it depends on the era
RE2 Leon? The praise comes easy, and he loves how you react. He gives me major pleasure top vibes, and if it enhances your experience, he'll worship you until the sun rises
RE6 Leon? While he still loves making you feel good and cherished, his praise is a little different... It's gone from just adoration to a "I don't deserve you" kind of adoration. (seriously, pls praise him too. boy needs it)
Remake RE4 Leon is somewhere in between. It's when the doubt starts creeping in. OG RE4 Leon is like RE2 Leon
RE6:
"Fuck- thank you, baby," he chokes out, face pressed against your chest as you ride him, his grip on your hips belying desperation. For you to keep going, for you to stay, for you to love him as much as he loves you. "Doin' so good- better than I deserve-" Your hands wind into his hair, tugging slightly, and his hips jerk, the sound falling from him almost wounded. "I love you, I love you-"
Wesker
He’s not one to give praise lightly, so it hits harder when he does praise you. It's unlikely he'll bust out praise without you actually doing something he feels is praise worthy
Less praise about your physical appearance and more about your intelligence/something you did. I think he values those things over physical attributes
As far as praising you during sex, he primarily praises your submission and obedience, like it's a reward for doing what he says
Likes to tell you how proud he is when you're on your knees for him
He doesn't need to say anything, just needs to give you a pointed look and you're getting on your knees under his desk. "Smart girl," he hums, carding a lazy hand through your hair. "You just want to be good, don't you?" His hand fists in your hair, dragging you closer. "Prove it, then."
Chris
What's like the giving version of a praise kink? Because Captain America over here definitely has that
(Again I'm just pretending RE7/8 Chris doesn't exist :))
Very much like Carlos in that he'll worship the ground you walk on
RE1 Chris specifically gets a little flustered if you get worked up from him just complementing you
His personal favorite is suffering from hypoxia between your thighs while growling about how good you taste <333
Definitelyyyy likes calling you a good girl
Heavy hands grip your thighs, dragging you back down the bed to prevent your squirming away. He looks up at you from between your thighs, eyes dark and mouth stained with your slick. He grins, pressing a messy kiss to your oversensitive clit. "Taste so good, honey. You can give me another, can't you? Be a good girl and stay put."
Jake
I feel like it wouldn't come naturally to him
Like 98% of his personality is being sardonic, so giving out praise feels awkward on his tongue
It's a little endearing, watching him stammer through it the first few times. You might need to coach him a little 🤧
Once he gets it down though, he's completely insufferable about it
Will whisper praise in your ear at the worst possible times just to watch you squirm
Starts calling you "pretty girl" 😌
He finds a way to mix his usual sarcastic attitude with praise
Lays it on thick (heh) during sex, but it's a little mocking. Tbh, he takes advantage of it more outside of the bedroom than in it, just because he likes to mess with you lmao
"Thank you, baby. Aren't you a good girl?" he coos in your ear as hand him a coffee. You sit up straighter, knee hitting the underside of your desk, pulling an entirely-too-smug laugh out of him. "Sorry, pretty. Can't help myself."
Nikolai
Oh boy 🥵
Nikolai has a way with words, especially when it comes to dirty talk
So, naturally, he is absolutely going to take advantage of your kink at any opportunity
If he decides he wants to be a little menace, he’ll praise you for small things just to see a shiver shoot up your spine
He’s also really into degradation, and the way he mixes degradation and praise during sex… lord help me, I have sinned 🧎
That being said... it's mostly degradation. Do with that what you will
You've already lost count of how many times you've come on his fingers, but you're still rocking against him, all but begging him to finally give you his cock. "Greedy whore," he tuts, wrapping a hand around your jaw to squish your cheeks together and give you a scolding little shake. "You're just a needy little thing, hm? You're lucky you're so pretty, кукла."
I'm sick of Steve being portrayed as a 7ft alpha daddy mogger guy, so here are some REAL headcanons about Steve having a crush:
- He tends to adjust his jacket or shirt every time he sees you, as if he's getting ready to impress you.
- He fiddles with his gloves or shield (if it's nearby) while talking to you, because he doesn't know where to put his hands.
- He tries to maintain eye contact but quickly looks away if he feels like he's staring at you for too long.
- He laughs awkwardly every time you say something funny, then blushes a little when he realizes it.
- He stumbles over his words or says things that are too formal for himself, like, “I'd like to... uh... talk to you about... that,” nervously but sweetly.
- He stand between you and anything that might hit or bother you, even if it's minimal, just to protect you.
- He opens the door to the lab or office for you, with that shy smile that he's not sure you'll like.
- He makes sure you have everything you need on your desk: water, coffee, organized papers, working pens.
- Takes extra notes to help you, even if you haven't asked, just because he wants everything to be perfect for you.
- Remembers things you said days ago and brings them up as an excuse to talk to you or surprise you, like, “Hey, I remembered you liked X, I got this for you.”
- Very enthusiastic about explaining something he's passionate about to you, just to see your reaction, and deep down hoping you will admire them a little.
- Leaning in to see you better when you are doing something, even if there is no need, as if he just want to get closer.
- Clumsily imitating your gestures without you noticing, as if he's unconsciously want to be closer to you.
- He accompanies you while you work, keeping a respectful distance but always close by, just so he doesn't miss a thing.
- He takes small risks to interact with you, like walking by you to hand you a document or asking you a trivial question just to talk to you.
- He gently teases you with jokes to make you laugh and see your smile.
- He watches you when you're not looking and quickly looks away when you catch him.
- He gives you awkward compliments, like “that... uh... the project you did is... very well done” with an instant blush.
- He is genuinely interested in things you like, even if he didn't care much about them before, just to have something to talk about with you.
- He thinks about you when you're not around, then tries to hide it when he sees you again.
