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ilovedonnabeneviento · 9 months
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Heisenberg dgaf
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blubugg13 · 4 months
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Congratulations to Neil Newbon!! The Voice Actor for Karl Heisenberg and Astarion! Woohoo!
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multific · 4 months
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A Rare Flower in a Factory
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Karl Heisenberg x Reader
Summary: Everyone has their own hidden little secrets, it just happens to be that Heisenberg's secret is the rarest and most beautiful flower.
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Everyone has their secrets. Even the four Lords.
But no one could have guessed Heisenberg's.
Down deep in the dark, the deepest and most hidden place in his entire factory, just about where the rust ended, there was a living space.
A small, yet comfortable little place that the Lord himself built with his two hands.
Heisenberg was proud, he provided a home.
And in that home lived his beautiful little flower, his bride.
Someone no one would expect to find in such a place.
Yet, there you were, hidden away from Miranda and the other Lords.
Heisenberg's beautiful flower.
You were the reason he wanted to fight to be free. You were the reason he wanted to leave this Godforsaken place and start a new life. 
But no matter what he did, he failed.
He always moved back to his chambers, feeling like a failure. But each time, when he saw you, he felt at ease. As if all his worries melted away.
And you loved him so much.
"Karl?" you called out as he got out of the bath. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes." came his reply and soon he joined you in the kitchen. His arms moved around you as his mouth moved to your neck.
"Not like that..." you giggled as he pulled you closer.
"I'm always hungry for you, Doll. But I do need some food before I have my dessert." you smiled at him as you both finally moved to the table so you could eat.
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You woke up to the feeling of cold on your feet.
You were naked under the blanket, with an equally naked Karl attached to your back.
It got rather cold in the factory during winter.
But you woke up with the need of pee and your throat felt dry.
You wiggled out of Karl's hold.
You put a long shirt on, which reached to your knees before leaving the room and headed to the bathroom then the kitchen.
On your way to the kitchen, you noticed the door to your home open, you found it weird but decided to just close the door and get your glass and go back to bed.
You poured a glass of water for yourself when you thought you heard a noise.
The factory did make a lot of noise so you didn't think much of it.
However, the second time, you couldn't ignore the footstep you heard, you knew it wasn't Karl, you could hear him snoring.
And just as you rounded a corner, there it was.
One of Karl's many creations. 
It had human legs but it was mostly a machine with huge machetes for arms.
You wanted to run but the thing was faster, it slashed and as you put up your hand to protect yourself, it cut into your palm.
"KARL!" you managed to yell, hoping he would come and save you. 
And again, the monster got ready and this time it slashed your forearm. You made another sound of pain and the machine-human fell to its knees, you heard the metal in his body squeeze.
You looked to your right and noticed Karl.
He was looking at your bloody hand. He made a gesture with his hand and the monster flew backwards, right out the metal door.
He rushed you into the bathroom, taking out a first aid kit and he started to work on your arm.
"This is all my fault."
"It is not, Karl."
"I didn't check if the door was closed."
"It's not your fault." you insisted, but he kept on avoiding your eyes. "Karl." you called out but he didn't listen. He bandaged up your arm and took you back to your bed.
"I'll clean up." he said and you knew he needed his own space and time. So, you allowed him to have it.
By the time he arrived back, you were fast asleep.
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The next morning, you woke up alone.
You looked for Karl, but he seemed to have gone missing.
You knew better than to roam the factory, so you stayed put, reading your romance books and cooking lunch and dinner.
You also didn't forget to take care of your wound, you cleaned and re-wrapped it.
Karl arrived back later than usual, you waited in the living room for him.
He came into the room, his eyes filled with pain.
"I'm so sorry."
"It is not your fault. The thing wandered where it shouldn't have."
"Exactly, so, I prepared a new place for you, it is still rough around the edges but..."
"Will I get a window?"
"Yes, and a balcony. I'm done hiding you down here, it is far too dangerous."
"But what if Miranda finds out?"
"I bet my ass, she already knows." Karl made his way over to where you were sitting on the couch and knelt down, holding your hand in his. "I always fared something would happen down here with you, you will be a lot safer upstairs." he said and you nodded, you leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips.
"Okay, when will I move?"
"Hopefully tomorrow. I have them working on the rooms for you, then you can add your touch to it." you smiled at him.
"Thank you, but you got to stop blaming yourself, Karl."
"How can I ever make it up to you?" his fingers gently ran along the edge of your badage.
"I have a couple ideas. You can start with your fingers, then your mouth and last-"
"You are naughty." he smirked.
"Just the way you like it." you put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him up to kiss you.
Karl was definitely thankful for you and your forgiveness. He was so mad with himself all day, he killed every single one of his machines in revenge.
He shouldn't have, but the thought of losing you became overbearing. It was all too much for him.
And he will make sure that no one ever will get to you. Not Miranda and not the entire world, for you were his hidden flower in a garden of madness and pain.
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ladybathoryy · 4 months
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Y/n: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.
Y/n: If you don't want to die, give me all your money!
Karl:Bold of you to assume I have money.
Donna:Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.
Alcina:Bold of you to assume I can die.
Moreau:wait,what were we doing???
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prettydoetears · 6 months
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Monophobia - Drabbles? [Caregivers Alcina, Karl, Donna & Mother Miranda]
Monophobia - The fear of being alone.
Synopsis: You don't like being left alone while your caregiver attends to their..."duties".
This can partially be for those who fear abandonment, like myself. There's no phobia of abandonment, which is why I resorted to using monophobia instead.
I needed self-indulgent fluff. (┬┬﹏┬┬)
These aren't really headcanons, but they aren't exactly drabbles either...I didn't know what to call them! Enjoy, regardless. :)
CW: "Duties" meaning murder. That should be implied when I write for these 4 lol. However most of it is only insinuated. Mother Miranda's section includes her squeezing a heart. Cassandra, Bela and Daniela are also included. I love writing for them so much lol. [Cassandra also looks like me, so I love her.]
MC is a new addition to their caregiver's life; this is MC's first reaction to when caregiver leaves to deal with 'threats'. MC is a somewhat younger headspace. In this selection of drabbles/headcanons I'd like to establish how MC came to be with them, how their caregivers are like, etc. The threat in these are implied to be anybody, but it can be Ethan if you'd like. Ethan dies in every one of these, though.
I slipped a Barbie reference in here...see if you can find it. <3 [Not the new movie! Old Barbie. :) Princess and the Pauper, specifically. It's one of my favourite movies!!]
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The moment Alcina heard a man thing had entered the grounds of the castle, she had felt anger; the protective urge that always appeared when there was a threat on her property was strong, and even stronger now that she had a baby within her family.
Man things will not survive long here. And as much as she loved it when her daughters hunted throughout the halls searching for the pesky man thing, she did not allow them to do so this time.
It would be cruel to lock you in a room until they caught him. The last one remained for several hours, and after several broken windows, bullet marks and blood stains, they showed no mercy.
Who's to say how long this one would last?
Not long, but still...you need supervision.
So after a few whines from Daniela and Cassandra, and smacks on the back of their heads from Bela, Alcina went to speak with you about it.
It's only fair her beloved child hears this news from her. You've been so adorably clingy to her, which she adored with every fibre of her gigantic being.
The main hall was where you sat, mindlessly playing with your stuffed animals and porcelain dolls - made with love by Donna and Angie - and she only smiled.
As angry as the man thing had made her, you always made her happy.
But the saddened look on your face made her everlasting heart break.
"Why, mama?"
Oh, if only she could tell you...
"Well, dear..." She started, upset to have to leave you, "I have been requested to speak with Mother Miranda, of course."
A lie. But what should she tell you? Honesty is a virtue, but honesty would give you nightmares and make you afraid of her.
You were afraid the moment you walked into her doors, and she hated it.
"...Mother Miranda?"
"Yes!" She nodded, kneeling to place a giant hand onto your head to glide her gloved fingers through your hair. "It's nothing too important, just a regular mother and daughter chat. She told me she had a gift for you..."
Also a lie. Just a gigantic lie wrapped in more lies, tied with a pretty little...truth.
Miranda didn't have a gift for you. But Alcina did. Kept away in her quarters was a wrapped little stuffed flying moroaică, custom made after you had become enamoured with the flying creatures, and she planned to give it to you one of these days, anyway.
You looked unsure, still. And she didn't want to do this. But sometimes, duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.
"I will try not to be gone long...I promise, I will come back to you as soon as possible. And your sisters are more than eager to watch you and spend time with you until I get back."
Bela, more so, was eager. Despite finding her sisters to be somewhat annoying sometimes, she loved being the eldest, and had so many things she wanted to do with you.
Not to say that Cassandra and Daniela didn't like you; that was far from the truth! They loved to play with you, spoil you, do things with you...they didn't like being so rough around the edges all the time. They loved your body heat, most of all. Cuddling was a very common activity in this household.
But when a man thing is concerned, they cannot help but want to rip him limb from limb, baby be damned.
"...Okay. Promise?"
She could only pout a bit as you lifted a tiny pinky finger, and her own merely swallowed it whole; a firm grip around your pinky, she hummed, "I promise."
And with a kiss to your head, she stood back up to her full height and strutted toward the entrance, eager to rip the man thing to pieces.
Bela had fluttered in minutes later, the bugs quickly coming together to form your eldest sister. "Hello, mouse," she muttered, a smile on her face.
You looked...sad.
You felt it, too.
The house felt empty without your mother's footsteps. You always felt secure hearing the heavy footfalls.
"Hey now..." she whispered, kneeling down beside you and wiping a rogue tear from your eye. "Mother will return soon. She just has...duties to fulfill. She's a very busy woman, sometimes."
"...Yeah." You whispered, staring at the floor.
Bela had understood completely; her mother saved your life, it was only fair that she had become an important figure in your life, despite not being here for very long. After she plays with you for a little bit, she had planned to put you in your bedroom for a nap, as directed by mother. You needed more rest than your sisters.
"You know, having fun passes the time, sweetling," she smiled once more, picking up a stuffed sheep. "By the time you realize time has passed, she will walk through the front door and you will see her once more."
"Yeah," the familiar buzzes of two other girls came in. Cassandra and Daniela were grinning down at the two of you, and both kneeled on your right. Daniela picked up another stuffed animal, this time an owl, and looked to Cassandra with a shine in her eyes, as Cassandra picked up a plush lion. "Let's start an animal fight club!"
"Daniela!" Bela looked to Daniela with a glare, her eyes moving to look at her and then at you, signaling for Daniela to shut up. She did not plan on having her two youngest sisters ruining her plans to tire you out.
Alcina would come in covered in blood, as she always is, and she'd freak if she saw you awake as she walked into the estate, bloodied with her claws out.
Not a sight for young ones to see, she tutted.
"What?! Mouse here can handle the money! They'll be rich!"
"Exactly! Who do you think would win? I place the bets on Lion King here!"
Bela only sighed, keeping her gloved hands over your ears as you stared at your sisters with confusion. The two girls just continued excitedly betting on who'd win, and then eventually smashed the stuffed animals together.
"Idiots..."
When Alcina had returned, coated in blood and ready to offer the remains of the man thing to her daughters, she came back to you, asleep, an exhausted Bela who was facepalming with you on her lap, and Cassandra and Daniela, coated in fluff with their sickles out. They seemed to be fighting. And they knew better than to involve themselves when both girls became violent with each other.
They'd be fine, but...it was still disrespectful. Alcina eyed the remains of stuffed animals, littered all over the marble floor and free of fluff, and she mentally clicked her tongue. She'd have to replace those. Or phone Donna. Either or.
"What...is the meaning of this?!" Alcina's voice boomed, and Bela sighed in relief, glad her mother was here as she kept one hand on your ear, as the other ear was stuffed in her lap.
"The...animal fight club became a little too...personal."
"The...what?"
"Don't ask me, mother." Bela grumbled, shaking her head. "Please give Donna a call...we're going to need sewing supplies. And fluff."
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Another idiot had denied Karl's offer to overthrow Miranda, and another idiot must die.
A daily routine for Karl, but not this time. Because beforehand, he didn't have a beloved child to watch over.
He realized now how difficult this would be. His usual plan included luring said idiot into his factory, to perish to Sturm, or himself. Or both, really.
But now that he had you, nested and cozy within his factory with a large room to call your own, he needed to keep the idiot away from you.
So now he needs to lure them to the field outdoors.
But when he went to inform you of his absence, you broke his heart.
"Come on kiddo," he reasoned, putting his hammer down, "I won't be gone long."
"Promise?"
"Promise," he nodded, peering at you through his glasses, "your pops just has...someone to speak to. That's all!"
"Why can't you speak to him in here, papa?"
He clicks his tongue, "Because they'll dirty my factory, gearling."
"...Really? Are they...dirty?"
"Yes. Yes, they are." He nodded, agreeing with your speculation, "And your old pops here has to deal with them, so they don't dirty our abode. Okay?"
"...Okay." You mumbled, and he knew that wasn't enough to satisfy you, but you wouldn't make it his problem.
"I'll speak with you through the TV. Hm? Sound good?" He pointed to the one on his desk, and that seemed to make you happy.
It was the same one he used to speak with you the day he found you wandering throughout Moreau's reservoir.
"You won't be alone. Remember that, okay?" He reassured, motioning around the room, "Outside these walls are thousands of soldats, ready to haul ass to keep you safe. And Sturm! Don't forget Sturm."
At the mention of his name, Sturm loudly rumbled below, as if agreeing. As much as he hated Sturm sometimes, he knew the big, fan-hybrid would keep you protected. No one met Sturm and left alive.
"Promise you, I'll be quick."
He always was.
A quick hug and kiss on the forehead were exchanged, and he was off.
But when he returned, satisfied after dealing with another ignoramus, he came to see not only Sturm coated in stickers, but two soldats with bows around their necks and coated in glitter.
"...What the hell am I witnessing right now?"
One of the soldats only angrily grumbled at Karl as another helped colour in a page for you. It looked horrible as opposed to yours, but when it was pulled up for Karl to see, he only cringed as Sturm rumbled in encouragement.
"...Real nice, buddy."
Who knew such a sweet thing could make his creatures do things like this?
One thing's for sure, though...that drawing is NOT being hung up like the rest of yours...orange and green do NOT look good on his walls.
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Here was the issue.
Many people did not survive Donna's garden of flowers. The flashbacks, the memories...many perished, thinking they were reality.
Whether by Lycans or by self-inflicted wounds, the point was, most did not live. And that was a good thing, seeing that Donna had a little one to protect, now.
Except for this one. Knowing her flowers gave off nothing but hallucinations, they pushed forward.
And this...this could not continue much longer. Not with you at risk.
Every doll in Donna's estate had agreed that this brave individual needed to be dealt with.
Donna stood before you in the living room, your mother's veil coating her face and Angie snug within her arms, and you knew that she had to leave, if her veil was present.
"Where are you going, mama?" Your voice questioned, two vibrating porcelain dolls held within each hand, eager to be played with. At first their motions had scared you, but you realized they only vibrated with excitement. They giggled when in your hands, too.
"I must tend to important matters, little one..." Her soft voice informed you, and Angie giggled in agreement.
"Be back in a jiffy!" Her voice shrieked, and you looked at them with a sad expression. They never left you before...why now?
"Aw, come on now!" Angie tilted her head, "Don't look so glum...this will be done realllly quickly! Promise!"
Donna nodded in agreement, however the veil made it hard to notice. "Please take comfort in my creations...I shall not take too long."
She stepped forward until she was standing above you, and she glided her fingers through your hair as Angie patted you. When you blinked, they were gone.
They did not lie, however, as they were not too long. However, you weren't in the living room.
At first they panicked, only for dolls to vibrate and look toward your bedroom.
And you laid within your bed, sleeping, with several dolls surrounding you, some in your arms, one atop the bedframe...
Peaceful.
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An idiot corrupting and ruining the routine of the lords within the blessed lands of Mother Miranda was a common occurence, but many do not last beyond the Lycans, the lords, or the elements.
But this one has survived. And that...that was not what Miranda had wanted to hear.
So you were left in the care of Alcina. She had experience with children, she wouldn't leave you to die to metallic embodiments of agony like Karl [she knew of his dislike of her, anyway] or let you drown like Moreau.
She had no time to say goodbye, or to kiss your head. She was too enraged. A threat like that could not survive.
She couldn't have you taken from her.
She lead them into the field, ripped their heart from their chest and let the scarlet fluid within it coat her flesh like rain. As they fell to the ground, deceased, she laughed in amusement. Finally, a crisis averted.
She liked the tough ones. A challenge.
But as she faded away and found herself within the front hall of Alcina's mansion, she heard sniffles.
Your sniffles.
And guilt ate at her.
So she rushed toward the noise, and saw three girls trying to cheer you up.
"I can't believe the "stupid man thing" musical act didn't work! It always works!"
"When one of US is sad, Cassandra! It won't work on a human!"
"So?! What's the difference?!"
"The difference is, you ripped a moroică's head off in front of them as you sang show tunes!"
"That's how "stupid man thing" goes!"
"Greetings, girls," Miranda's voice was intimidating, and the three girls looked to her.
They took this as a hint to leave.
"We'll take our leave, Mother Miranda," Bela announced, and the other two girls only nodded, bowing and leaving, not before giving you pats on the head, of course.
When the girls had fluttered out of the room,
"Hello, my draga mea," she muttered, rushing to hug you to her, wings appearing out of her back to wrap them around you.
"...You left me, mama," you sniffled, tears rushing out of your eyes, and she wiped them away, "'was scared."
"I know, darling," she whispered into your hair as she kissed the area a few times, "but mama had to. There was...a threat. I will never do that again."
"...Promise?"
"Absolutely..."
There was a comfortable silence as she rocked you, but her brows were raised in confusion. "But darling...tell me more about this..."man thing" act Cassandra mentioned?"
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thewritersaddictions · 5 months
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Day Twenty-Nine: Karl Heisenberg + BreathPlay
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You were constantly reaching out for Karl's hand. Enjoying the rough feeling of his cussed-covered fingers against your much softer hands.
Karl didn't seem to mind either after the initial shock that someone was touching him. Wantingly touching. You walked hand in hand to meet with the family and sat side by side. Pressed into his side, but continuously your fingers were interlocked.
Hand in hand when you walked around in town, and as much as Karl hated the idea of being around less intelligent people than him. He allowed you to drag him down to the middle of town and walk around the shops before returning to the factory after a long day out.
That was not the only time you wished that you could hold his touch. You yearned for a hand to run smoothly down your back and sometimes rest at the bottom of your spine. You longed for the soft touch of his rough hand.
You are the exact opposite of Karl. You yearn for the touch of another, and Karl yearns to not be touched. Karl is okay with his lonely life before you came along, and he's just as content with living it how it is now.
Yes, you are confused because when you look at Karl, you don't see just a friend, someone to talk to when the nights are quiet, and the factory is slow. No, Karl is something else for you. A bright light at the end of the tunnel. He's what you yearn for.
So when the touch you yearn for splits and turns into a need that you have to fill, something twists within your mind. You start to stare off more. Staring at Karl's hands as he works on bits of metal together, or how he tightness things together on a soldat.
The one that as you biting your tongue and squeezing your thigh together is when his hands stretch out, his metal hammer flying into his hand. It's attractive all on its own. The bludge of his veins, the girth of his fingers, it all has you in a haze.
"Y/n? Are you even paying attention to what I'm talking about?" Karl's booming voice pulls you from your naughty thoughts of his hands. "Huh." You say a bit too loud, and he rolls his eyes, "Earth to Y/n, what's got you being a space cadet today?" He asks, intrigued by your glazed-over eyes and gap mouth.
Karl has never seen you like this, and he's seen you in many ways. Blood smeared across your cheeks. A mixture of your own and others, your shirt half tore due to lycans desperately in need of stitches. Bare skin that makes his heart race every time he catches a glimpse. Y/n had been off, and Karl had taken notice. Take notice of how your gaze drifted from his face, down his arms, and then finally landed on his hands.
"I'm just… it's all fine." You say to Karl, trying to push away the fact that you not only got caught but also have no idea you were spacing out. His stare is deathly; you're an open book for him to read as much as he likes.
"No… I don't believe you. I think you were off dreaming…" You shake your head, trying to push him away from the right path he's already on. "Don't shake your head at me now, buttercup. Better if you just fess up to what you were thinkin' about." You feel like a deer in headlights. Wide-eyed and easily scared off.
The silence is unsettling, "Oh, buttercup, you want me to guess instead." Smirking up a storm, you think that's rather a good idea, and then it's a bad idea. But there's nothing else you can do. If you say the words, then it's all too real, but if he guesses it, then it means Karl already knows.
"I think…" He says, getting up from the side of the table, heavy boots on the ground beneath you. "you have been very naughty…" With each punch of the words that fall from his mouth, his hands graze up your back like you've always wished for. "thinkin' about me, and my hands." You breathe in quickly. If it's due to his touch or his words, you'll never know.
"I bet you've thought up a bunch of dirty things." He whispers into your ear. His voice was rough and scratchy. "I bet you would love it if I just wrapped my hand around your throat and kept you right on the edge all night long." You moan as you feel his hand reach the base of the back of your neck. "Let me just sink my fat cock into your tight pussy, hmm, squeeze your throat so you stars." You whimper as you clench your thighs tightly, willing the ache to go away.
Then just like that, Karl is gone, walking back over to his side of the table. You're left like a puppy following its owner. Shock is written all over your face. "Oh, what do you want more buttercup." He mutters as he walks off and towards the direction of the bedroom.
You follow like a lovesick puppy would.
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Completed on: 08/20/23
Posted on: 10/28/23
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cillivnz · 2 months
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a good host [k. heisenberg]
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PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER
TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 2469
WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. f!masturbation, usage of sex toys, virgin!reader, voyeurism, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), vaginal fingering, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation (he calls you a whore), slightly mean!Karl, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, squirting, overstimulation, clit-play.
A/N — i just think heisenberg would be a good fuck, that’s it— that’s what motivated this. i’m slowly rising like a phoenix out of the fires of writer’s block, so, slowly but surely i’m trying to get back on track with my requests and works. though, a full comeback might take a few months. no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.
more from my ‘resident evil: village’ world.
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“FUCK,” YOU GROAN as you shut the door to your chambers behind you.
you’d excused yourself for the umpteenth time, now inconsiderate of how rude you would seem to the man you’ve been leaving all alone in the cold and empty dining room of your manor.
well, your mother’s.
and a friend, too.
well, not a friend.
Karl Heisenberg and Alcina Dimitrescu would prefer the term, “(unfortunate) associates”, but manners run well in a noble’s blood so it’s natural for the two to try and be cordial.
and it’s the same manners, the same etiquettes instilled in you that have put you in this state.
flushed, embarrassed, and wet.
you couldn’t bare to look Heisenberg in the eye while he made small talk with you in your home.
his round, black glasses were perched on the tip of his strong nose, his hat, like a loyal companion, sat next to him on a wooden chair, his greyed hair, out and frisky. his overcoat had been long abandoned, perhaps, at the very entrance to the castle, so his beige undershirt, clasped around his big broad muscles and softer belly didn’t go unnoticed by you.
fuck, the more you took in his appearance, the hotter became the air in the room, your ability to breathe and the more frantically you’d rub some friction between your thighs.
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YOU’VE FOUND KARL HEISENBERG INSATIABLE since you were a little girl, which you still were in his eyes, as he painfully reminded you every time by referring to you by that and nothing else. as of lately, your urges around him have worsened.
since your eighteenth birthday, Heisenberg’s began to look at you a little differently.
he listens carefully to the squeaky little bunny that’s lately got the balls to interrupt her own mother and company, correct them in political matters. yeah, Heisenberg’s began to notice you. earlier, your greetings would be dismissed with a nonchalant wave in the air, but now? heisenberg could hear you talk for hours, so desperately wanting to hear the sultry tone of your voice that he’d ask to hear the same story about your earliest memory hunting, over and over again.
so, to say he felt appalled by your frequent exits from your evening together— an evening he had committed to your mother, had Alcina been home— was an understatement.
after the third time you had left him alone, his impatience and ego got the best of him, though there was an undertone of curiosity there, too. so, he, sly as a fox, followed you to your room.
your back was pressed against the door, muffling your cries while you rubbed your clit down with a toy. you were in a trance, mind fogged with painful lust that drove your legs on its own fervour. you sink into your bed, ripping your dress off of yourself in a swift motion, and hiding your bare skin with a poor excuse of a duvet.
your toy was swimming in your slick with every rub against your cunt.
“fucking hell,” you moaned when the tip of the toy nudged your slit, massaging your hole, easing in only to pull out immediately.
while you edged yourself, thoughts of Karl crawled in, like their usual tendency. you fantasised about his big hands, how they were resting on your knee for a brief second, before continued sipping on his earl grey tea.
you sighed when his name escaped your parted lips. you wanted nothing more than to be split open on his cock, at his mercy. your mother would be so ashamed if she ever finds out one of her most disliked friends is the prime source of your infatuation.
you think about his lips on yours, your breasts, his fingers inside you, on your clit— you whined, “this so wrong, but fuck me,”
AND KARL HEISENBERG COULDN’T AGREE MORE.
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admiring you from afar, he couldn’t help but feel a twitch of arousal in his pants. he is no damn saint, but he knew it was wrong of him to enter your room without permission. not his fault, your moans sounded like cries, so you worried him, he just wanted to make sure you’re okay. and his reason for staying to watch the show? well, like i said, he’s no goddamn saint. he just wants to make sure you’re really okay.
“so this is what you keep hopping off to do, little bunny.” his thunderous voice roared in the quiet of your room, the transatlantic accent deeper once laced with lust and mischief.
you jolted upright, “L-Lord Heisenberg!” you clutched the duvet to your chest, failing to cover a breast, still, and his eyes were quick to catch your mistake.
“please, call me Karl.”
“you seemed to have no problem in moaning it.”
you froze, clenching involuntarily around the the length of your penetrating toy.
“i—”
“shh, it’s okay.” your stammering was interrupted by a single step taken by Karl closer to you.
“i don’t mind, bunny.” he cooed, softly.
he took this moment to admire you.
you looked like a deer caught in headlights. your doe eyes, furrowed brows, plump, parted lips, the subtle perspiration settled on your collarbone, the duvet clinging to your cleavage and your pebble-like nipples peaking through it.
“i’m just mad you had to hide the show from me.” by the time those words leave his mouth, he’s on the foot of your bed. “thought Mama Dimitrescu would’ve taught you better, sweet girl.” he ‘tsk’ed.
“A GOOD HOST ISN’T SELFISH, HM?”
“A GOOD HOST LETS THE GUEST JOIN IN ON THE FUN,” he says; nods convincingly. a gentle hand inching towards your blanketed body, ready to peel the duvet off and expose you in all vulnerability.
he eyes you for a moment, face searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but was pleased to see you rip all coverings off yourself on your own, grabbing Karl by the hand and pulling him towards you.
his face was so close to yours, you felt heat emitting from your body onto his.
“now, little bunny, are you sure yo—”
you cut him off by placing a kiss of fervency on his lips, giving Heisenberg the answer to questions he was yet to ask.
he let you enjoy the lead for a brief moment more, before taking control. laying you down, Karl was quick to climb on top of you, his hands not wasting a minute to feel your body beneath him.
“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want this, too, little bunny.” you gasped at the confession, Karl using your parted lips as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.
you were kissing your mother’s friend, holy fuck.
“tell me, baby,” he pulled away, eliciting a whine from you. he now laid besides you, relishing the warmth of your bare body.
“‘you ever put a real cock in there?” his hand grabbed a hold of the toy, easing in the tip into your slick folds.
your mind went blank, grinding your hips slowly into the sudden intrusion. “when i ask you a question, little girl, you answer it.” Heisenberg’s voice deepened in dominance. “n-no, sir.” you shook your head.
Karl groaned in arousal.
the thought of stripping away your innocence was so intoxicating.
“of course not. that brute dame knows better than to let you out of this shithole.” he scoffs, evidently insulting your mother, for reasons he named himself, “the minute you ought to step out, men would be pouncing on you like rabid dogs.”
he didn’t stop pumping the toy inside you, agonisingly slow, leaving you whining and begging for more.
“you want more, huh, bun?” he spoke so gently. you nodded, unable to form words because of the aching sensation between your legs.
“okay, i’ll give you more.” he lifted you up like you weighed a feather, placing you between his legs. his own were positioned between yours, so all it took for him to have you spread out was just a nudge of his knees.
“there we go, now spread that pretty pussy for me.” he rested his head on your shoulder, watching eagerly while you hesitated a little to comply.
he put his hands on yours,
and they fit like pieces of an intricate puzzle.
enveloping your smaller ones completely, his hands guided yours to spread your pussy open. the cold air of your room hit your leaking slit, causing you to shudder in his arms.
“look at you glistening, baby.”
“my god,” he groaned, rubbing your hand (and his atop) into your slick.
you sighed into the feeling of your soft hands, mixed with his large, rough ones.
“show me how you please that little pussy.” he whispered in your ear, kissing your lobe.
you nodded, biting your lower lip at his vulgarity.
a lord, yet so crude.
you began toying with your clit, rubbing figure-eights on the swollen bud. Karl’s hands wasted no time in fondling your breasts— groping, squeezing, twisting your nipples, tugging at them— only adding more pleasure to the sensation.
“ease one in.”
you weren’t sure what he mumbled until he decided to take matters into his own hands (literally) and rubbed a finger against your slit.
you swore you forgot how to breath when the sharp sensation of the digit penetration was felt.
“Karl…” you moaned, relishing in the feel of being stretched open.
“what do you think about when you touch yourself?” he asked, velvety voice dripping honey on you.
simply answered, “you.”
he kissed your neck, “i know, bunny. but what in specific?”
“uh~”
“tell me.” he grunted, pushing another finger inside.
“y-your hands… i think about your fingers… inside me.”
you mewed hearing him groan in your ear, the subtle nuzzle of his head into your neck urged you to continue. “‘want nothing more than your cock pounding me— wanna be at your mercy, Karl!”
“fuck, baby,” Karl groaned at your vulgarity; even you were surprised at the profanities leaving your lips but the lust hazed cloud in your mind burst with rains of arousal.
“i’ll give what you want for being such a good girl.” he purred in your ear, discarding the drenched toy. your whine at the loss of contact turned into a gasp when he so carelessly threw away your toy to the corner of the room.
you looked up at him through your lashes, feigning faux offense at the abandonment of your favourite companion on a lonely night. “don’t worry,” assured Karl, grinning.
“you won’t be needin’ that no more.” he grinned, plunging two of his thick digits right into your core.
you were stretched like a spring at the hands of this rugged noble. he nuzzled his head into your collarbones, the rugged stubble adorning his handsome face prickling your soft flesh.
Karl bit, licked, sucked, and nibbled, while you writhed, moaned, shivered, and cried in ecstasy.
“such a naughty girl— ‘acting so noble and sophisticated all the time, but when Mama’s friend comes in sight, you start cussing like a sailor with the libido of a pervy sleazeball.” he chuckled at his own descriptions of you, while you hadn’t registered a word he said, simply clenching and unclenching around his experienced fingers, moaning his name with every haggard breath.
“c-close!” you hiccuped, tears staining your rosy face.
“god, you’re so beautiful.” Karl groaned, licking the shell of your ear. you shuddered, not knowing if it was at his lewd actions or the mere compliment.
Karl breathed in your scent, your sensual oud suppressed by the sweet fragrance of your arousal.
he pulled out his fingers.
you began crying.
“why…?” you sobbed, “because,” he explained.
“you’ve not been a very good host, baby girl— leaving your guest waiting like that. only fair you don’t get release this soon, hm?”
he cooed his justification and you weeped like you had committed the most heinous crime.
your hole fluttered around the damp, chill air of your room. gaping around the new nothingness that replaced the stuffed fulfilling treatment you were receiving prior.
“please, i’m sorry— i’m… i’ll do better next time—”
“next time?” Karl was quick to intervene.
“what makes you think there’ll be a ‘next time’?”
your glassy eyes widened, “please, Karl, i’m begging you.”
“hm…” he hunched over your shoulder, chin prodding into your shoulder blade while he looked over at you, nonchalantly. not even an ounce of remorse, amusement, if anything.
“okay. since Mommy taught you manners,”
he rammed his fingers back into your cunt, a look of devilish glee spread across his face.
in and out, in and out, in and curl.
you screamed when he hit that spongy spot inside of you, dead-on. Karl was quick to cover your mouth.
“now, now, we don’t want sweet ol’ Pasha hearing us, do we?” he slowed, referring to the chamberlain that’s often posted right outside your door. you shook your head, urging him to go faster like he was.
“good fucking girl,” he groaned, feeling you pulsate around his wrinkled fingers.
“give me a show, host. make it worth the hours you kept me waiting. ‘dry and hangin’.” he nudged your legs wider, further apart with his knees. the hand that covered your pretty lips now wrapped itself around your own hand.
a sweet moment that lasted mere seconds, he took your interlaced fingers and placed them on your clit, shaking your hand fervently.
your brows furrowed, vision blurred as you peaked. afraid you can’t let go, but he’ll make you.
he’ll make you lose control, just like he’s made you his.
with one last push, or shove of his fingers, he quickly pulled them out, and broke the dam of pleasure.
your slick gushed out of your drooling cunt, drenching everything, including the two of you, nearby.
Karl chuckled, triumphantly. still rubbing fervently at your overstimulated clit, urging more of your juices to squirt out.
“now, that’s a show, darling.” he chuckled, grabbing your flushed face by the chin and connecting your lips to a passionate, chaste kiss.
when you closed your legs, he slapped your thigh, causing you to wince and jerk them open.
“—the hell are you doing?” he asked, seemingly offeneded.
“are you kicking me out?” he raised a brow, a sarcastic smile threatening to break on his face.
“b-but i thought we were—”
“done? oh, no, baby. you left me alone in that dining room thrice this evening.”
“this was just the first of three.”
“now, ass up, face down.” he manhandled you in the blink of an eye.
“your guest’s gotta entertain himself.”
he chuckled, and you nearly choked when you felt something mean, and thick prodding at your abused folds.”
you were in for a long night with your guest.
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aethelwyneleigh27 · 8 months
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Resident Evil Village characters with a chubby fem s/o
Dating Headcanons (+ Some bonus drabbles for a few)
Including Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau and Mother Miranda
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(Reader is somewhat coquette? Princesscore? Just the dainty feminine type)
Credits to dividers used are on this post.
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Please interact with this post as much as possible, it helps a lot. Thank you <3
A/n: Hi lovelies, Lia here. I'm back after a long time. I hope you enjoy this post and I'll be setting up my schedule soon, I'll be posting once or twice every 1-2 week/s. If you can't tell, purple has always been my theme. I'll add more to these and edit it if I think of more to add. Any mistakes will be corrected upon checking.
This is just me but I love the concept of like a girl who is so sweet and her style just looks so fem and she's just surrounded by all the creepy things that are resident evil.
I'll be checking and if this post does well I will write more.
Warnings/Disclaimers: English is not my first language so please don't come after me. Blood, gore?, violence, typical resident evil stuff and mentions of insecurity. Slight suggestive content if you squint.
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Alcina Dimitrescu
First of all despite your plush stature, she still treats you like a porcelain doll.
She just adores you so much (I mean she herself is tall and plus size).
Motherly nature and all, she has three daughters and honestly if she ever sees you interact with them. It would just warm her cadou infested heart.
Insecure about stretch marks? She'll kiss that shit away right then and there. She'll even show you hers because let's be honest here stretch marks are beautiful, you just don't like them on yourself.
Anyone insults or talks shit about you? She'll get rid of them, in any way possible depending on what they said. She'll pick a suitable punishment for them, ranges from "you're fired" to "I'm going to skin you alive and tear your heart out".
Alcina is a confident and dominant figure, she isn't swayed by something so small as beauty standards. Especially in herself, therefore I think she'd even help you build your confidence up.
Gifts galore with this woman, she love to spoil you with her riches. Loves to see you adorned with luxurious items that she give you.
Love dressing up with you, seeing you all dolled up for her. Has custom made clothes for you, sometimes opts for an outfit that matches or contrasts yours perfectly.
Knows what compliments your features best since she loves to bring them out.
Her hosting soirees and balls with you as her special guest, having you wear elegant dresses that she bought for you.
I see her as this almost touchy type. She'll love having you curl up on her lap while she gets paperwork done.
Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:
You called Alcina's attention wanting to see her reaction to the new dress you bought, Alcina's eyes lit up at your elegance and charm. She smiled warmly, taking your hand in hers. "You look enchanting, my darling," she purred, proud to have you by her side.
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Karl Heisenberg
Stinky metal dilf here actually loves that you're so soft in contrast to his gruff and abrasive nature.
He hasn't had physical affection in a long time so having someone soft and warm to hold is new to him.
Karl is naturally protective over you, especially because he thinks you're fragile. I mean compared to whatever's in the village, the rest of the lords and Mother Miranda.
I bet you this man has tore down someone for you, he chopped them off limb by limb for insulting you.
I can't get enough of the dynamic you'd have. It's like the grumpy x sunshine trope, this man has a sharp tongue. Especially when you hear him insult Lady Dimitrescu.
This man has a soft spot for you, I'm pretty sure you're the only one who can make him take a bath after being all sweaty from working with machinery all day.
I feel like he has scars all of his body, especially his very toned back.
Doesn't mind you leaving scratches when you're in the bedroom
Alcina sometimes tries to piss him off by commenting at the fact that you are soft and dainty while Karl is just the opposite and offers you an opportunity to be with "Someone refined" (She ain't wrong).
It really is just to get to Karl's nerves.
His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:
Karl smirked, trying to play it cool, but you could see the admiration in his eyes. "Not bad, princess," he teased, pulling you into a hug. He whispered softly, "You're somethin' special, ya know?"
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Donna Beneviento
You know Donna understands what it's like being insecure about looks but to her you're just perfect in every single way.
Donna just doesn't give a shit in a good way, she doesn't judge people based on their appearance. It's dumb and shallow.
Donna would absolutely adore making clothes for you or altering your current ones. It's a skill she's proud of and seeing you appreciate it makes her all the more in love with you.
Angie has made a few comments resulting in her getting kicked off into space but once Donna warms her about that and how you don't like it, she'll stop in respect towards you. Which is rare considering how Angie is.
Donna's personal style definitely helps contrast yours, though it's the opposite from your soft light colors.
Thinks you're so pretty, she's smitten. Even though yours are different from you, she still makes use of her skills to fit your clothing tastes.
I can just imagine her staring at you in awe as you spin around and show her how the dress she made fits you. I like to think she has your measurements memorized from head to toe.
She take one look at something and already know how it would fit on you or if she needs to alter.
You once asked her to make a doll that looks like the both of you (and Angie but like a smaller version that fits the doll's arms).
Donna entered your shared bedroom to find you but noticed something on the shelves. It was the dolls she made sitting against the book. She noticed how you positioned them. Holding hand while the tiny Angie replica was on the doll version of her's lap. Donna swore at that moment she was gonna melt.
Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:
Donna's expression softened as she saw you in the vintage lace dress. She held your hand, wordlessly conveying her affection and admiration.
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Salvatore Moreau
God so help him, he was flabbergasted when he first heard about your insecurity. Literally why? Like you are just the most beautiful thing that walked the planet in his eyes.
He just worships the ground you walk on, he isn't as wealthy as the other lords but still, he give you his best efforts by carving you small trinkets out of wood.
Gifts you natural things he finds like crystals and whatnot.
Best of efforts when he comforts you. Sometimes he's too scared to physically touch you because he thinks he'll hurt you.
You're relationship is filled mostly by nature, despite the wasteland that surrounds your living area. It's hauntingly beautiful in it's own way. (Some of it I suppose)
Feels more at ease around you, think about how much he wanted to just make Mother Miranda proud of him, he's that with you but 10x more the effort.
His reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to him:
Salvatore couldn't contain his delight at seeing you in the dress. "You're my beautiful water nymph princess!" he exclaimed, spinning you around with excitement.
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Mother Miranda
You peeked her interest when she first saw you, I mean you're her complete opposite. She finds beauty in dark items and almost gothic stuff, so her taking an interest to you just made her even more curious.
She works a lot so gifts and trinkets to remind you of her are an occasional thing. I can just imagine you taming crows and she's just in awe.
Loyalty of crows means they leave you shiny trinkets and sometimes Miranda takes them for herself when she likes whatever they bring.
Again she's one to think you're fragile because of your style, you just look so cute and soft.
Nobody dares insult you, I mean if you really won the heart of Mother Miranda they are fucked if they even speak a little out of line.
Likes to keep you by her side despite working a lot. So you'd often be by her side during her meetings with the four lords and honestly you are such an eye candy.
Her reaction seeing you in a dress that you wanted to show off to her:
Mother Miranda's composure remained regal, but her eyes showed approval. "You look exquisite" she acknowledged, holding your hand with reverence. To her, you were a jewel among mortals, deserving of admiration.
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buryustogether · 1 year
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the den of the wolf
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karl heisenberg x f!reader
summary: karl voices his concerns about your safety now that he’s taken you as his lover.
word count: 1.6
warnings/tags: implied sexual relations, nudity, swearing
author’s note: anyways…
Any other woman would have run from him. Would have cowered in his shadow and trembled at the sound of his voice, would have prayed for forgiveness for whatever they could have done to earn his fearful wrath. They would have ducked their heads as they passed him, lowered their gaze in hopes he would walk right past them to wherever in hell he was ambling off to. He was terrifying, the most powerful Lord of the village who only showed his face when there was a debt to be collected or revenge to be extracted.
Any other woman would have run from him. Any other woman would have feared for her life.
But you did not. Instead of running, you stayed. Instead of ducking your head, you lifted yours to meet his gaze. Instead of praying for his gift of forgiveness, you embraced his wrath and accepted everything about him wholly.
The others down in the village said you had lost your mind to wander so close to a Lord’s heart - if they had them. They said you were not long for this earth any longer, that he would eventually lure you into that churning factory of his and devour you whole until you were nothing more than a piercing scream upon the air. No one held the Lord’s eye as long as you did, spoke to him as you did, without placing a target on their back.
You were insane, they whispered amongst themselves. To entangle yourself with the business and likes of Lord Heisenberg was plain suicide. Throwing oneself off the cliff near the edge of their perimeters would have been less painful. You could not be saved, and you were to be grieved. Your death would come swiftly, yet would be prolonged and slow and torturous. Everyone knew he enjoyed playing with his food.
Their murmurs were unable to penetrate the thick layers of snow covering the factory, the walls and the floors humming and warmed by the constant thrum of machinery down below. Their rumors were not welcome here, not within the workspace, nor the large bedroom protected within the heart of the giant machine. They did not wake you where you slept within the den of the feared wolf of the village, legs bent and arms drawn to yourself as you faced the edge of the mattress.
What did wake you was the slight shifting of clothing and the scrape of a chair against the ground. Your eyes opened to be met with the hazy picture of the window across the room, the sill piled high with pockets of snow. The next thing you took note of was the trembling ache that enveloped your body entirely - most persistently at the apex of your thighs. Your veins thrummed with exhaustion, limbs sore and neck bruised with littered love bites left there by sharp canines and insistent teeth.
The events of the previous night washed over you slowly, like an ocean’s ebb. A shot of adrenaline shot through you. You had shared a bed with a man for the first time - and not simply any man. Lord Karl Heisenberg himself. He’d touched you and felt you and made you sing such lovely songs for him until he knew your body better than herself. And then you’d fallen into this endless pit of darkness, your only purchase to the real world his hands upon you and his fingers carding through your hair and his chafed lips upon your face.
And here you lay now, in his bed, wrapped in his covers with his claim upon you still drumming through your body. You exhaled a sigh and blinked heavily. You felt content to sleep the day away here, enveloped in his scent and his feeling.
But the spot beside you was empty.
You mustered up what strength you could find within yourself and shifted over slightly. Your lover sat at his desk against the far wall, head ducked and his hand jumping as he scribbled upon pages with a pencil. His hair was secured up with a strip of leather, shirt unbuttoned and crumpled from the night prior.
Licking your lips and attempting to wet your dry mouth, you spoke softly. “Karl.”
Nothing short of enraptured by just your voice, his head lifted and he turned in his chair to look back at you. Even from here, you could see the stars dancing in his irises, the shadows and creases and specks of light that danced upon his face. He studied you for a short moment, wild strands escaping the leather and framing his whiskered jaw, before exhaling deep and climbing to his feet.
His knees cracked when he stood, a testament to just how long he had been tromping the grounds of the village down below. He was - because he said it was too much work to keep track any more - at least one hundred fifty. His mutations allowed him to outlive the world around him until there was nothing left but himself and his regrets. If there was any mercy left in the world, you would be there with him when the time came.
Karl let his weight come to rest on the mattress, then leaned over to gather you up in his arms. You marveled at his raw strength despite the small huff he gave upon settling you in his lap. The muscles in his arms flexed when he lifted you, the bit of pudge on his lower stomach tightened. When he relaxed again, holding you tight to himself spread across his thighs, he tucked your forehead against the warm nape of his neck and petted your hair.
Your could sense within the soft ticking and whirring in his chest something was the matter. You could barely keep your eyelids open, but you still implored, “What is it?”
He said nothing at first, but you knew your words struck him deep, because his grip around you became tighter and the petting of your hair became slightly rougher. His beard scratched your forehead slightly as he grumbled, “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about.”
You blinked a moment. How foreign it was to hear a Lord of the village calling you pretty, holding you this way, with your bare chest pressed against his and your faces so close. “If it bothers you,” you murmured, “it bothers me.”
His chest jumped slightly with a gentle chuckle, one that you felt reverberate through your body. Your grip on him tightened; his on you, as well. “You are a nosy little villager, aren’t you?”
You said nothing, waiting expectantly.
Finally, he caved with a sigh that fanned across the shell of your ear. You shivered, and he reached down to pull a blanket around your shoulders. He said, choosing his words with the same care he placed into his projects, “Miranda can’t know about you. About… this.”
“I expect your mother would be happy you’ve taken a woman as your own,” you joked and smiled into his neck. “You would be the first of the Lords to do so.” Your grin faded slightly as a troubling, thunderous thought entered your mind. “That is, if… if you’ll still have me that far into the future.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” His words drove themselves into your chest like bullets as he pulled you up and held your face, bare hands warm against your cheeks. He gazed at you as if you were the solution to every problem he had, and it nearly brought tears to your eyes. He touched his forehead to yours, an action so gentle and unlike his usual gruff demeanor. He said, “I’ll always want you. I’ll always have you.”
You pursed your lips. You could drown in this sensation - of being wanted, and wanting just the same in return.
But that same downcast, almost saddened expression melted over his features again. “If she knew about you, she would take you away from me. Do things to you I couldn’t live with myself knowing happened.” His lips twitched. “That’s what mothers do, huh? Take away their brat’s toys when they misbehave.” One of his hands brushed your hair from your face, sliding a thumb across your cheek that left tingles in its wake. “You have to stay here, sweetheart. Where I can know you’re safe. And warm. And out of that bitch’s hands.”
“Okay.” The answer came so swiftly it nearly surprised the both of you. There came no hesitation or thought over it. There was no need. You lived by yourself in the village; you had no one to look after. And the other villagers thought as much of you as a begging dog at the foot of a king. You had nothing to leave behind.
And the idea of at last being eternally close to him at all hours of the day, no matter the time… it coursed your heart with a sense of pride and joy and love.
“Yeah?” he said, as if he needed one more confirmation to hear what you truly said.
You nodded your head once, resting your hand on the back of his neck so that your foreheads touched once more. “Yes,” you murmured. “Wherever you want me, I’ll be there.”
There came a moment of stillness between you, in which Karl’s throat bobbed slightly and his brows twitched as if they ached to draw together. Instead, he tipped his head and connected his lips to yours, grasping you tighter than he had even the prior night.
You were his now, and he, yours.
No one was going to take you from him.
No one.
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shanalikeanna · 10 months
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@lousysharkbutt drew my OC and Karl and….I just need everyone to look at it, I’m crying 😭💕
If u haven’t subscribed to their Patreon ur missing out
OC is based on the fic Just Like Scrap Metal by Clickerteeth
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ilovedonnabeneviento · 10 months
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i want him badly sorry not sorry
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lycanscandance · 10 months
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if you steal their body wash
mother miranda] get so sad that you dont smell like you normally do, and will make you get back in the shower
lady-d] you know this bitch has every type of body wash and hair wash known to man so take. your. pick! she will get you any type you want but if you steal her's I dont think she will notice
karl-h] what's a body wash????
donna-b]  she really doesn't mind as long as your clothes still smell like you
moreau-s] bold of you to assume this mf uses body wash
ethan-w] no, just no he gets UPSET if you even look at his body wash that HIS and his alone
mia-w] no no no no NO you wanna hear it in Spanish? No, you can take her clothes, her food, her drink, her last name, but you. will. not take her body wash you did once never. again.
rosemary-w] you and her use the same brand so she doesn't mind at all
bela-d] she loves when you use her body wash and always likes you to smell like her
cassandera-d] she hardly ever really uses her body wash unless it's a special occasion so you're free to use her 50$ body wash that probably out of date
danila-d] legit forces you to use it when you take showers  together and steals your all the time
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ladybathoryy · 4 months
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Somebody please tell me who made this art??? Cuz I'm more than pleased about that little four boxes over there (⁠+⁠_⁠+⁠)
#help
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prettydoetears · 4 months
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Christmas - Headcanons [Caregivers Alcina, Karl, Donna & Mother Miranda]
Synopsis: How each caregiver celebrates Christmas! What kinds of gifts you'd get, etc.
Mariah Carey defrosted and held me hostage until I wrote this lol. [Just kidding.]
CW: Mentions of dead people. Again, RE is full of decay lol.
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Alcina is actually a sucker for Christmas! It's a wonderful excuse to bond with her family and give her daughters deceased manthings wrapped in bows. However, Christmas had changed a lot since you came along!
Well...not really. Just no more dead people underneath the tree. But that is besides the point!
Alcina does not hesitate to spoil you. Everything you ask for is yours. New toys, new gear, whatever it is you want or need, it will be underneath the tree!
She is not one to bake or cook, but she does enjoy making seasonal wines, and she creates one mixed with blood, cinnamon and spiced apple. It's a best seller every holiday.
One of the best things about Christmas are the treats, and the maids are always making gingerbread, apple cider, and vanilla milk for you.
You are often let outside, bundled and warm, so you can play with the Moroaice. However, if you're a smaller headspace, you're held in Alcina's arms as she walks around the courtyard. You're warm in her grasp, and you are able to watch as snowflakes fall and the Moroaice walk around, blades scraping against the ground.
Your sisters are an eager bunch, who sit around and cheer you on as you rip at the wrapping paper. Especially when you're in a younger headspace. They'll even help you if it's a chore.
Of course it tires you out, so you'll sleep in your new play pen surrounded by new blankets, stuffed animals, and the warmth of adoration lulling you to sleep.
Only then does Alcina allow her daughters to open up their manthings.
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Karl isn't a major fan of Christmas. He only used it as an excuse to pour whiskey into his eggnog and vodka into his apple cider.
And he'd gift himself with new Soldats.
But since your arrival, he has been really crafty.
Like...he has kept himself busy.
Toys that listen to your commands, a rideable mechanical unicorn friend to befriend the other one he made, a cot that rocks when you're having issues sleeping...really, he has spoiled you.
Even the TREE he made lights itself on its own. And talks. It learns your vocabulary. But Karl needs to stop swearing around it...ugh.
Every gift underneath the tree is at least 50% metal, 50% plush. The stuff he makes is always unique, and it's always exciting.
He's not a huge fan of snow, either. It's cold, it gets dirt everywhere...as pretty as it looks at first, it's always gonna melt and make a mess.
He keeps you inside of the factory, but he can hold you and walk you around outside if you want. Even better if you're in a younger space and can't walk without falling over.
Even after you've came into his life, he gifts himself new soldats. He'll just put bows on them and wait for them until Christmas morning. A horrifying creature of metal and man just waiting patiently under a tree wrapped in a glittery red bow is a funny picture.
Alcina had once sent you a gift, since you befriended her daughters, but he replaced the tag on it and said it was from him and his soldats. How did he know you wanted a stuffed vampire bat...?
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Donna can handle your excitement. Really, she can; you're her precious ball of light and it's so much fun to hug you close and calm you down.
It's Angie she cannot handle.
She hypes up all of the other dolls, and starts a riot over Christmas. It's their favourite holiday, as Donna gifts them new friends, clothes...and blades.
Her gifts are essentially the same every year; dolls, clothes, stuffed animals and gear. But what makes them exciting is you're given the privilege of naming every new doll she makes. They twitch in your hands and eagerly blink as you name them. It's quite endearing.
She has no opinion of snow, only disliking the coldness. You must hold her hand if you want to walk in it. She doesn't allow you outside alone, as it's unsafe.
Other than her gifts, you are also sent gifts from Alcina and her daughters. Donna is sent holiday wine, and you're sent not only an outfit to match Alcina's daughters the next time you go over, but stuffed versions of bats, each named.
Her house is pretty festive, with lights and wreaths and a tree. The top of the tree has a doll dressed in a metal star. Was this surprising at all?
She loves to make you hot chocolate - with some whipped cream - and sip it with you as you watch the snow and waterfall fall together. It's hypnotizing and quite calming.
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Christmas, much like any other holiday, doesn't really matter to her. She's on a mission, she must dedicate herself to it, no matter what. However, everything she does in terms of holidays is done for you. So you can expect a wonderful holiday with her.
She not only has money, but a lot of loyal servants and worshippers, so you are given dozens of gifts, maybe even hundreds. Consisting of goat plushies, warm outfits, jewelry to match your momma and, of course, a pet raven.
The raven is really just a connection of her; it's to keep an eye on you at all times, but he can do many things, like retrieve stuff for you or keep you company.
Snow means nothing to her. She can waltz through it no problem and come out dry. She will walk through the fields with you and let you interact with the snowy environment. It's quite a sight, that many people gather to watch.
She isn't festive, you won't see wreaths anywhere or...really, anything. Which doesn't bother you, as the locals celebrate it and make the town look festive, anyway.
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imthegreenfairy86 · 5 months
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5 and 25 with our favorite man? 👀
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But of course my sweet lovely @coulrofilia-sexuell
Smut Prompts #5 & #25
"God, you feel so fucking good."
"Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that."
Karl Heisenberg x Fem Reader
Mature 18+ if you couldn't tell from them ask
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It had been a long day. Your body hunched over a desk all day listening to Karl's low gravel voice in your ear from the hours and hours of tapes he wanted you to transcribe for him.
Your neck and back were aching as your got from the old wooden chair. The clock reading that you had been there for at least six hours straight. It was busy work but, at least it made the time go by. And you didn't exactly mind listening to his specific drawl in your ear all day long.
You felt the tug of them large headphones across the crown of your head shift. A warm hand landing on your shoulder to not spook you.
"I think that's enough for the day Darlin'..." He hums. The warmth of his breath against your ear making a pleasant shiver crawl across your spine. "Let's get something to eat and take a nice long bath, hm?" His consideration and sweetness was surprising to you. You imaged he'd be as hard as the steel he wielded, but after months of knowing one another his armor slowly fell. His hands became less hurried and frantic and more careful. His need to just take you against the desk, bent over with your face smashed into the notes you had just taken subsided. Not that you minded one bit of the mood struck him.
No, with months gone by and he was more man, less of a captor.
"A bath sounds lovely..." You sigh, rubbing your neck as his large hands take over. Your groan to the strength in them moving and rolling your tense muscles. Your head falling forward as his chuckle, deep and low vibrate through the room.
"You're a spoiled brat, you know that?" He asks, jest in his tone as he stops massaging, giving your shoulders a soft pat before he lifts his hand in front of your face for you to take. You do, feeling the worn leather of his gloves against your palm. So soft and smooth as he lifts you easily to your feet.
You both make dinner together. This was another oddity considering how you first met. He in fact loved to cook along side you, adding a little bit more salt to the meat or butter to the vegetables. And if you happened to bake in his presence you'd be lucky if there was anything left to actually put in the oven.
You ate, he talked about his experiments as a cigar burned in the ashtray. A nice glass of red wine gone and your belly full. It was utterly domestic.
"C'mon Darlin'... I'm not carrying you to the bathroom. March." He says, pointing down the hallway where the bathroom was. Your eyes heavy and the full bodied red swirling in your head.
"It's always so much more fun when you carry me though..." You pout as his face tries to stifle the smile threatening to grow.
"You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" He growls, turning you towards the bathroom by your shoulders and giving you a shove.
You stumble forward in a chuckle, slowly stripping your clothing off as you turn back to face him. Your eyes meeting his, slowly darkening from their jade stone hue to a hungry amber as pieces of clothing fall across the floor.
"You're going to be joining me right? Might as well save water." You shrug, taking off your bra and throwing it at his face. He catches it easily, dropping it to the floor. His jacket, hat and belts have long been gone from his body since dinner. The sleeves of his stained button up rolled up to his muscular forearms. The flex of those muscles when he starts to unbutton said shirt make your mouth water as you watch him as carefully as he's watching you.
Your clothes fall to the floor as his follow. The water is still filling the tub but he can't help himself. Not when it comes to you. Not when you're naked against him and moaning like the perfect little bitch in heat that you always are for him.
His hand cups your mound from behind. His gloveless finger slowly swirling around your clit as his lips kiss and nip along your shoulders, up the nape of your neck, to your ears and back again. His hardened cock pressing so lovely and warm against the curve of your ass. His hips slowly thrusting into the meat of your backside, retaining any kind of friction he could get.
"God, you feel so fuckin' good..." He hums between pants. His precum slipping all over your back as he continues to slide himself in-between your ass cheeks. The tub could be overflowing at this point and neither of you cared.
"Karl... Fuck." You moan, your back arching into his strong body as his fingers speed up. Small controlled shocks against your hardened bud send waves of blinding pleasure through you. Your stomach tightening with each slow circle of your clit as he makes a mess out of you.
"Gonna come for me good girl?" He asks, his voice raspes and low in your ear. The scruff of his cheek rubbing your skin raw.
"Yes. Yes, please. Fuck Karl... Don't stop. Don't you dare fuckin stop!" You hiss, moving your hips in time with his. He adjusts himself, lifting your leg up against the lip of the tub so he can slide his cock slowly between your damp folds.
Your hands reach back to steady yourself from bouncing as aggressively as you were along his cock. Your fingers twisting in his hair, pulling at the base of his neck making his own back arch and a hiss of pain to slither from his clenched teeth.
"Fuck, always so wet for me." His voice a growl as he pushes himself inside of you. He stays still for a moment letting your body adjust but, it had been only hours since he was last inside you. Your body didn't need much. "Take me so well hmm, Buttercup? Like you're fucking made for me. My own personal little fuck toy." He breaths. His hips fastening in pace as your body bows forward. The strength in his thrusts rocking your body forward. His hand clasps around your shoulder, holding you to him as the other circles your clit.
"That's it my good girl. Take it. Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that." He growls harsher as his hips move faster. Your other hand reaching behind and clawing into his ass cheek. Another hiss of pain falls from his lips as he shifts the two of you. His hand at your shoulder pressing between your shoulder blades. Your hands reaching for the lip of the tub as he ruts into from behind.
"Karl fuck!" You babble his name uncontrollably as your height lifts along your body. Every muscle inside of you clenching and seizing as he continues to slam into you. Slow, accurate pluses of electricity zap against your tender clit and your body can't take anymore. You cum as hard as you always do. Body bowed and tight around him as you try and catch your breath. His lips ghosting slowly across your back and shoulders as he milks himself from your tight cunt.
"So good Buttercup... You always do so good for me Meine Liebe." He praises softly as he lifts your body against his. An arm around your middle and his thigh between your legs to help you into the hot water. He slides in behind you, his hands rubbing slow, gentle circles across your shoulder where his hand gripped a bit too hard. The brushing already starting but, it was worth it. As it always is.
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