Frank Morrison / The Legion

Frank never really understood why you loved slipping his hoodie off at the end of a hard day just to kiss his bare shoulder so tenderly, but at some point it started just feeling... right.

The first few times he might have instinctively flinched, not used to someone being so gentle with him. But seeing the way your face softened every time you pressed your lips to his skin made his chest ache but in like a good way.

If he ever stops you, either because he's feeling overwhelmed or simply teasing you, Frank would let his hand rest on your arm, pulling you closer.

And then, to your surprise, his lips would find your shoulder instead, pressing a bit of a clumsy but very heartfelt kiss there.

"...There," he’d mumble under his breath, almost shy. "Fair’s fair, right?"

The more you do it, the more he craves it without realizing it himself. Waiting for your kisses at the end of the day and feeling pissed off when you don't do it.

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The moment your lips ghost across his shoulder, Frank’s patience wears thin.

His breath hitches as you kiss him again, hands teasing beneath his hoodie. That’s all it takes for his hunger to awaken.

If you dare to continue, he’ll grab your hips, pulling you flush against him with a growl. "You really like doing that, don’t you?"

He shifts your shirt down your own shoulder now, lips on your shoulder with a rough, heated kiss that lingers a bit too long.

His hands roam further as your breathing quickens, and soon enough, you're both tangled, shirts discarded, and all that from one simple kiss.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster

Ji-Woon laps up your attention like honey. Your fingers slipping off his jacket, your lips dragging along his shoulder, it's pure adoration, and he loves every second.

He usually lets you do as you please, basking in the feeling of being worshiped.

But occasionally, just to toy with you, he’ll stop you, grasping your wrists with that much too attractive grin of his.

Instead of leaving you hanging, though, Ji-Woon would lean in close, brushing his lips against your shoulder with deliberate slowness.

"Why should you have all the fun, hm?" he purrs, voice like silk.

He loves making you feel just as weak for him as you make him feel for you.

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Every touch you give him feeds his ego, but also ignites something primal in him.

When you trace his shoulder with kisses, Ji-Woon watches you with lidded eyes, his hand already slipping lower on your body.

Sometimes he’ll stop your teasing fingers, smirking before guiding your shirt off your shoulders and returning the favor with hot, wet kisses that leave your skin tingling.

"Such devotion," he hums against your skin. "You deserve to be worshiped too."

Before long, you're both stripped bare, his lips traveling lower, his voice purring sweet filth against your ear as he claims you.

Albert Wesker / The Mastermind

Wesker always watches you with those sharp eyes as you tug his coat from his shoulders and begin planting soft kisses along his skin.

Sometimes, though, his clothing proves annoyingly stubborn, the layers, the tight fit and then you find yourself getting a little frustrated trying to get them off properly.

He watches your struggle with amusement in his eyes, lips twitching ever so slightly at your determination.

After a few moments, with a low chuckle, Wesker steps in, quickly opening up your clothes, peeling the fabric away to grant you full access (at least when he is in the mood to do so).

He pretends to tolerate it at first, letting you think you’re in control, but deep down, your tenderness actual shakes up his careful composure.

If you get too bold, he’ll stop you with a firm hand on your wrist, holding you still as his gaze darkens.

But instead of fully denying you, Wesker leans in, his lips brushing against your shoulder with precision, leaving a heated mark.

"If anyone will indulge in such affections" his voice is dangerously low, "it will be me."

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Your kisses are a dangerous game with Wesker ,one you always lose, deliciously so.

As your lips work along his shoulder, he watches you like prey, stopping you with a firm hand just as you begin to crave more.

"Enough," he commands, but only so he can slide your own shirt from your shoulders slow and calculated.

His lips descend onto your exposed shoulder, teeth scraping lightly as he whispers in your ear. "You forget who’s in control here."

And from there, he dismantles you, piece by piece, kiss by kiss, until you're breathless under his total dominance.

Danny Johnson / The Ghost Face

You slipping behind Danny, easing his robe down and tracing your lips over his shoulder? It's the kind of intimacy he secretly craves.

He’d chuckle under his breath, pretending to be unaffected, but his breathing always betrays him.

If he ever stops you, just for the little thrill of watching your reaction, he doesn’t leave you wanting for long.

With a sly grin, he cups your face, shifts your shirt aside, and plants a playful kiss on your shoulder.

"You’re not the only one who can do a little skin to skin" he whispers, eyes almost sparkling.

Danny always makes sure your games end with him holding the upper hand, or at least, making you feel like he does.

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Your touches always stir something dark in Danny, a wicked possessiveness.

When you start kissing along his shoulder, he smirks, then halts your hands for a moment, just to flip the script.

Tugging your shirt aside, he sinks his teeth gently into your shoulder, marking you with a satisfied hum.

"Didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?"

His touches grow rougher, his hands slipping under fabric, fingers roaming freely as clothing falls to the floor, leaving you completely vulnerable to his attention.

Sally Smithson / The Nurse

Sally is delicate. She trembles slightly as you pull down her robe and lay soft, reverent kisses on her shoulder.

Your touch is one of the few sensations that brings her back from the fog of her torment.

Sometimes, though, the vulnerability overwhelms her, and she gently halts your hand, unsure how much she can handle.

But seeing your soft eyes waiting patiently encourages her.

Slowly over time, she gathers courage, and with slightly shaky hands, brushes your shoulder free of fabric, pressing a feather-light kiss there.

"I... I want to give you the same," she whispers, her voice quiet but sincere.

With you, Sally is learning how to give affection as much as she receives it.

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Sally’s breath always grows shallow when you begin, her robe slipping from her shoulders beneath your lips.

The vulnerability makes her hesitate, but when she finally finds her courage, she returns your affection gently.

Carefully, she slips your shirt aside and presses soft, lingering kisses to your shoulder, savoring the warmth of your skin beneath her lips.

What begins as hesitant touches soon turns desperate, both of you slowly undressing each other as soft gasps fill the dim room.