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.
Can I request a headcanon for the RE boys x reader where the reader fell off the bed while she sleeps and carries on sleeping even though she landed on the floor and the boys had to check if she’s alright?
Hi! These boys are my favorites to do right now I’m not gonna lie to you and this is so cuteee. I hope you enjoy!
Ethan Winters
- Ethan was slightly startled away by the sound of a thud on the ground
- he noticed quickly that you weren't asleep beside him and immediately started to panic, wondering if someone had gotten into the house and that was the noise he heard
- he jumped to his feet, walking to the door and caught sight of you on the ground, sound asleep
- he was more relived then amused at first but then couldn't help but let out a chuckle
- he gently kneeled beside you to wake you up but you were not budging
- he thought that was even funnier but tried not to laugh too hard
- he was too sleep deprived for that
- he got his noodle arms and tried to hoist you up but that didn't really work
- it did however, wake you up enough to climb back on the bed
- 'You fell off," he explained in a husky whisper
- you just groaned back to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him back down to bed with you
Karl Heisenberg
- Karl only slightly woke up actually
- then he went back to bed because screw that
- then when the morning came and he tried to pull you to him for some morning cuddles he noticed you were ???not there???
- he sat up groggily and found you on the floor
- he faintly remembered hearing you fall and then he panicked
- what if you weren't okay and he had just slept through it?
- he quickly got down off the bed and shook you awake
- you gave him a confused look but he was to relived to really care
- 'Don't fall off the bed darlin' he muttered sleepily and helped you up to the bed again
- he climbed back in, refusing to get up this early and laid his head down on the pillow beside you
- he had an iron grip on your hip now and you kind of assumed he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon
Chris Redfield
- Chris shot awake at the mere sound of you falling
- he had trained his own mind to wake up at any disturbances which meant he didn't often get a great nights sleep
- he found you weren't there and remained calm, sliding out of bed and finding you on the floor
- he knelt beside you and checked to make sure your breathing wasn't labored
- by all accounts you were perfectly alright
- he let out a small sigh of relief, brushing your hair out of your face
- he didn't have the heart to wake you so he just picked you up using those big muscles of his
- he placed you back on the bed and you didn't even notice that you had fallen off until he told you the next morning
- that explained the bruise on your hip
Leon Kennedy
- Leon woke up to the sound of your falling very quickly
- he was a light sleeper anyway
- he looked around, gaining his bearings almost immediately and noted that you weren't beside him anymore
- he reached for his knife that was on the bedside table and hoped out of bed, wondering if someone had gotten in the house or wondering why you weren't in bed
- he quickly surveyed the room and there you were, sound asleep
- he chuckled lowly and put the knife back down, walking up to you
- he pulled the blanket down off the bed and laid down beside you
- you put your arm over his chest and he kissed your forehead, closing his eyes again
- you were surprised to wake up on the floor with Leon but it was a pleasant surprise
Carlos Oliveira
- Carlos snores in his sleep so you learned to sleep through pretty much everything
- when he heard the thud he almost didn't get up to investigate but he happened to extend his arm and noticed you weren't there
- he sat up, contemplated just going back to sleep but instead shimmied over to your side of the bed and saw you sound asleep on the floor
- he panicked at first that you hadn't woken up but heard the soft sound of your breathing that alerted him you were alright
- he reached down and shook you awake, brushing his finger over your forehead
- 'You okay?' he asked
- you hummed back in response and grabbed his hand, using him as leverage to help you stand and climb back into bed
- he would check you out for bruising in the morning, he was too tired now
- in the meantime he just wrapped his arms around you a tad tighter
Khana is not big on physical affection, the most she will do is like a headbump- and that is a rare occurrence. Meanwhile Abeth is much more of the lovely dovey touchy nature and Khana can tolerate it… Expect for when he sneaks up on her, this bastard(lovingly).
M!DMC x Chubby Fem!Reader: You moan for them a little too loud.
themes/content warnings (18+ Only or you will being blocked - MDNI): established relationship, smut, loud sex, body appreciation
a/n: I had this reaction in my drafts on my other blog, so using this to introduce the video game fandoms onto here. Hope you enjoy! (Someone also reminded me that heart icons (vs. emojis) were a thing so I'm having fun with that in this👀)
Dante
You were already sinking down onto his cock when your moan slipped out much louder than intended. "Dante--Dante, oh my god~♥" His head snapped back with a grin as he sinked both hands into your plush hips, lifting you just enough to bring you down on him again. "Theeerrreee we go," he muttered, breathless with delight. "That's the sound I was waiting on." You clung to his shoulders and stammered, "I--I didn't mean for it to be that loud." Dante laughed against your neck. "Sweetheart, with how perfectly you're riding me, you think I'm mad you forgot your volume?" His hands traveled over the softness of your stomach, savoring every inch before guiding you down hard on his length again.
Your thighs tensed around him as he angled his hips upward, hitting deep enough to make your voice break. "Dante--it's too much--aHh!." He groaned at the sight of your body bouncing in his lap, the jiggle of your curves driving him wild. "Baby--If you moan like that again... I'm not letting you off me until the mattress dips from how hard I fuck you." You gasped his name helplessly in response and the sound hit him like a spark. Dante pulled you flush to him, sucking a mark at your jaw. "Yeah. Just like that. Give me more." His fingers dug into your thighs as he thrust up hard enough to make the headboard shake. "Loud suits you gorgeous~♥"
Vergil
You moaned his name far louder than intended the moment he pushed into you. "Vergil--OH~" His rhythm stilled for only half a second, surprise flickering across his face. He pressed you deeper into the mattress, voice low. "You are losing control." Your breath trembled as you met his gaze. "I didn't mean to be that loud. It just... Came out." His hand slid from your waist to your hip, thumb tracing you with quiet contemplation. "Your lack of restraint is... understandable," he he said as he rolled his hips again again in a deep, precise thrust that made your thighs quake around him.
Your voice broke on his name a second time and Vergil exhaled through his teeth, grip tightening. "You feel too good to remain quiet. That much is clear." You panted, "Vergil, I'm trying--it's just--the way you're--fuck- hitting--♥!!" you couldn't get out a clear sentence. He adjusted your legs higher, sinking into the plush give of your thighs as if claiming what little space was there. "I know exactly where I am hitting, that's part's intentional." he said softly, driving in deeper until you cried out again. He leaned closer, forehead nearly touching yours. "If my name continues to fall from your lips..." he whispered, breath brushing your cheek, "then you will accept the consequences of being heard." His next thrust made your back arch. "And I find," he added before pausing, "that having this power over you to be well worth it."
Nero
You moaned his name loudly the moment he thrust into you, and Nero's hips jerked in surprise before he broke into a breathless laugh. "Holy shit," he panted, watching the way your body bounced under him. "You sound like that and expect me to keep it together?" You clutched his shoulders, face hot. "I didn't mean to be that loud." Nero pulled your thigh higher with his devil breaker and pushed deeper, groaning when your plush curves pressed against him. "Yeah right. That didn't sound accidental at all." His forehead dropped to your chest as he moved again, slower but deeper, savoring every second. "You feel unreal--shit."
He angled his hips and you moaned again, louder, and Nero froze for half a breath before thrusting harder. "You're trying to get me in trouble," he muttered, though his grin said he wanted more. "Nero, you're the one making me--Mm! ♥--loud," you gasped, and he cursed softly, gripping your waist tight as your breasts lifted with every movement. "You keep moaning like that," he said, voice cracking with frustration, "and I'm gonna start losing whatever restraint I thought I had." Another moan spilled from you and he shuddered against your throat. "Fuuuck--don't do that. I'm already fighting the urge to let more of my power slip." His lips brushed your ear, breath shaking. "Keep it up and I'll stop trying so hard to hold myself back."
V
You moaned loudly the moment his hips met yours, V's cock sliding deep inside you as your voice cracked. "V please--aHhh--oh fuck ♥--" His rhythm faltered and his lashes lifted, eyes darkening as he took in the sound and the way your soft body trembled beneath him. "My love," he said quietly, breath unsteady, "you do not realize the effect your voice has." You flushed and whispered, "I didn't mean to..." V's fingers traced the plush crease of your hip, studying the way your curves shifted and adapted around him. "Then allow me to be clear," he murmured, rolling into you again with a slow stroke. "I am not asking for silence. I am asking for honesty in every sound you give me."
Your next moan rose without warning as he adjusted his angle, hitting deep enough to make your thighs shake around him. V's breath caught, his composure slipping as he watched your body ripple with every inch he gave. "Beautiful," he whispered, holding back a groan. "You unravel so easily for me." You clung to him, panting, "V, it too good--I can't hold it--iIIIiin!~♥." He leaned down, lips brushing your cheek, his body pressing you deeper into the mattress. "Then do not hold anything back," he murmured, thrusting again, harder this time. Your loud cry made a shaky groan finally escape him. "Let the world hear," he whispered. "Let them know how exquisitely you respond to my touch." His fingers tightened on your thighs, pulling you open for him. "Give me your voice. All of it."
a/n: Typically when working with smaller casts, I'll write more to compensate ._. what for I don't know, but it feels warranted.
Also not joking when I say those under 18 will be blocked if they interact with this.
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