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Daniela D Headcanon

She used to frog blink in a Ironic way and now she Just does it without even realizing it

She does everything she can to annoy Heisenberg

If you are in a realitionship With her you so have to Read aloud her books

She Loves to cuddle

Her angie would Play Tag, hide and seek, Red light Green light everytime Angie and Donna are at the Castle

She normally Just Runs into the Maids because she never Looks where she walks

She is that Kind of Person that keeps asking why to whatever you Said Just so you get annoyed

She is obssesed With Cookies

Has a Cookie Monster Jumpsuit, but she doesn't let anyone See her in it

She doesn't really hate men Like the Rest of her Family, when they can amuse her or do anything against her boredom she Likes to keep Them for some time

She would actually Like to Dress in all Baggy clothes and Shit but shes Scared of how her Family would react

She once found a Vinyl of Slipknot at Heisenbergs factory and since then they both listen to Slipknot and generell Metal together

Every Winter she Looks Out of the Window for hours and being sad that she cant Play in the snow

She would pet every animal she finds and would think No animal could harm her since she has the Aura of a Disney princess (she actually told Bela this once)

Not Proof read

doodle of this pathetic ass florist (I want to smooch her)

Hmmm difficult question.

Both have animalistic/monstrous forms and although Lady Ds is much bigger than Van Helsings Dracula, I wouldn't say that necessarily gives her the upper hand.

The thing is, both can be killed only by very specific things. But while its something handy for Lady D (the dagger), only a werewolf can kill VH Dracula. We do have werewolf-ic creatures in Resident Evil 8 and I believe Urias could give VH Dracula (not bc Urias is necessarily stronger or more skilled but bc I have the feeling VH Dracula is afraid of werewolfs and that bleeds into his fighting style while fighting one) a hard time, but he doesn't answer to Lady Dimitrescu. And since she hates him and he is more loyal to Heisenberg, who also hates her and canonly wanted her death, there is no way Urias would help her.

So she has no way to kill VH Dracula. While he could find the dagger before killing her with bland brutality. That is if he would fight fair without use of his wives or subjects (which I'm not sure about). Sure you could argue Lady D has her duaghters but lets be honest, they are pretty useless while fighting another vampire.

So I think, regarding the topic of death and ending a fight ultimately, Van Helsings Dracula would win.

Dracula ( Van Helsing ) vs Lady Dimitrescu ( Resident Evil )

Who would Win ?

Warm me up, Captain - Chris Redfield (smut)

Pairing: Chris Redfield x reader

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please + slight spoilers (RE village) I guess?

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for ten fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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"I'm so sick of this shit..." you sighed. You knew you couldn't give up on your efforts so easily, let alone so close to the goal. You had to find Ethan first to stop him from doing anything and no matter how many times you begged Chris to tell him the truth because Winters was known for never giving up, he refused to listen to you. What a stubborn man!

You chattered your teeth, it was so cold, much colder than you imagined in the Carpathians, in Romania. Although you were wrapped up in relatively warm winter clothes, it didn't change the fact that the snow and the freezing wind in the middle of the night made it difficult for you to move forward. Shivers kept running through your body. The only thing that kept you from being totally frozen was the activity, the running, the eliminating of enemies; it warmed you up.

"You look freezing... Are you going to be okay? "

"Yes, Captain. "

You had joined his team for good reason and you had fought to be one of the best, you didn't intend to let your fragility faced with temperatures get the better of you. When you entered Heisenberg's factory, that crazy German or Austrian guy, you quickly encountered enemies to take down and soon you found yourself running through this creepy place from the first to the last level... During the operation, the team members scattered, looking for the master of the place and possibly Miranda. Arriving at the fifth level, Chris and you decided to take a break and examine the tank at your disposal... Taking advantage of the calm and the refuge that the place offered for the moment, immersed in the darkness, you rubbed your arms in reaction to the shivers that ran down your spine.

"I'm going to look around, to see if there's anything interesting. " you indicated, in a solemn voice, in order to scan the place with your eyes. Then you started to look around, in case you find a weapon, ammunition, a grenade or something else. Why not find a new lead, which would allow you to meet your objectives much faster.

"A cartridge! "you exclaimed with a thin smile. You bent down to pick up the bullets and put them away, aware that you would need them. It wasn't out of the question that you might run out at some point.

Chris studying the tank, ready to call your name, turned and froze when his gaze lingered on your ass. Suddenly he felt hot and couldn't rest his gaze on that part of your body. You hadn't known each other for months, the situation was horrible and complicated, but he was an older man with good taste in women. He had always thought you were beautiful and you were in front of him, in an exciting position. He wished he could stroke your curves, fuck you here and hear your moans, even though it wasn't safe to do it here... Why was he imagining all this? Now? He wasn't a twenty year old with raging hormones anymore! While fantasizing about you for less than a minute, he felt his cock harden in his black pants.

"Shit..." he swore into his beard as he looked down at his nearly invisible boner before feeling himself. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to scroll through the most sickening images before his eyes that his brain could produce. His erection didn’t subside. When he opened his eyes, he swiveled slightly to the side, you had stood up and turned your beautiful and cute face towards him.

Without noticing his crotch problem thanks to the dim light and his dark pants, you moved closer to him, still rubbing your arms. It didn't escape his gaze and instinctively, he helped you to warm up with these frictions, much more efficient than you with his thick and chalky hands.

"T-Thank you, Captain..." you stammered, as your cheeks flushed with the closeness. You had always been attracted to Redfield, from the first time you saw him and talked to him. You liked everything about him: his kindness, his open-mindedness, his grumpy and stubborn side, his authority... Your face so close to his muscular chest, his hands on your arms, you dreamed of a simple hug, but you couldn't afford it... He was your superior! Suddenly, a bang and a shake from below pulled you out of your little bubble moment. You clung to his biceps, bumped into his chest and your lower abdomen pressed against his erection.

Your cheekbones flushed even more, if that's possible. You weren't that naive, you knew you were the reason for his erection. Your heart missed a beat. Your whole body was on fire. You had wanted Chris... for a long time. Some nights you dreamed of him, of him fucking you so hard. He was completely your type, even though you were in the middle of a major operation, you needed to kiss him, to enjoy the moment. Your breath quickened and you both stood up, bewildered

"I'm sorry, Y/N...” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

Too late to apologize, you wanted him to do everything you'd been dreaming of for months... Fuck you to the point you forget your own name.

"Kiss me." You cut him off, nervously. Was it right? No one could judge you at the time, but morally... You were a little confused. After all, he was your captain, your leader!

Without hesitation, Chris framed your face between his two thick, stubby hands. He pressed his lips to yours for a passionate kiss. One of his hands slid to your waist as your tongues danced wildly. It didn't feel wrong. You were ecstatic. It was as if you had known him for years and trusted him with your heart. Desire... Something that was hard to avoid. Hands everywhere, seeking body heat, discovering a new body. You admired his toned chest, tracing his abs and smooth skin with your fingertips, sensually.

It was a dangerous game to embark on a quick fuck, in such a place, that day, but you needed this. You couldn't imagine what was going to happen in the next few hours and you reminded yourself that life was short, especially these days... As much as possible, you needed to enjoy this sweet, sexual moment.

In a few moments, he ran his fingers over your body, pulled up your sweater, pulled down your bra to reveal your breasts, which he enjoyed titillating and kissing with fervor. Shivers ran through your whole body. Your pussy was getting wet and your wetness was sticking to the fabric of your panties. He got rid of your pants, while you opened his, lowered them, along with his boxers. With joy, you discovered a large and long veiny penis, reddish, twitching with desire. His kisses and embraces warmed your skin, feeling his lips brush against your chest, a teasing look on his face, to excite you like you'd never been before.

"Captain... Warm me up... I'm freezing..." you whispered in the hollow of his ear, mischievously.

His thumb traveled to your warm, wet center, between your thighs, before he gets ride of your panties. As he tickled your most sensitive part, you closed your eyes and a soft moan escaped your lips. He was experienced, that was obvious. He varied the pressure and movements on your clit to bring you up to cloud nine. His expert fingers plunged into your warmth, coming to tickle your oh-so-sensitive vaginal walls, while you craved his huge cock. You were trembling and exuding desire. You bit your lower lip to avoid being loud, at the same time you felt your first orgasm rising and before you could reach it, he stopped his movements. You opened your eyelids and came to caress his erect, hard member, its red head, covered with precum... You salivated with impatience. You made some movements of back and forth with your hand and if you dreamed to suck him, to make him beg you to make him cum, you knew that you didn't have much time, but you kissed the tip. Sighs of pleasure, almost inaudible, passed the barrier of his lips, as he threw his head back.

"Let me warm you up, Y/N..."

Finally, he stopped you in your tracks and with a simple gesture, you jumped. Your legs were wrapped around his pelvis as he supported you by your buttocks. With your back pressed against the wall behind you, you couldn't move as he was about to lead the way. The head of his pinkish cock titillated your wet, hot entrance, which begged him to take you. He knew how to drive you crazy, to the point where you dreamed of forcing him to impale you. Seeming to guess in your thoughts, to read in your eyes veiled with desire, he was in you with a single thrust.

"Oh fuck..." he moaned. You whined slightly together at the sensation. He let you adjust to his size before he began to move back and forth. The faster and more intense his thrusts were, the more you struggled to stay quiet. With one hand, he pressed his hand against your mouth as you tightened your legs around his hips, one hand on his buttocks to push his member further into you while the other played with his hair. You were drunk with love, with sex.

“Faster… Harder…” you wanted to say.

He quickened the pace, so much so that the pleasure became intense. Raucous moans escaped from his lips as you sobbed against his hand. You were gradually approaching orgasm, both at the same pace... At that moment, we could just hear your skins snapping, your faint moans, and the sound of your juices.

"You feel so good... So tight…" he whispered.

As your vagina tightened around his member during your orgasm, he lost control of his rhythm, he pounded into you brutally and it didn't take him long to ride his own orgasm. The feeling of intense well-being and euphoria took hold of him, letting his hot cum pour into your clenching pussy, filling you completely. Gradually, his movements stopped, although he was still supporting you... He finally withdrew, as droplets of his semen flowed from your orifice, reddened, until then martyred by his cock. A smile of satisfaction and euphoria stretched his lips.

"We should do this again when we leave this fucking village. " he annouced while sending you a wink.

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Body heat - Chris Redfield x reader

Request: Can you do a hate sex with Chris redfield x reader?

Warnings: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eleven fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Love was something particular. It could send jolts of happiness or break you in every way possible.

When Chris was younger, he was a heartbreaker, he would just have sexfriends and not give a shit. He thought he wasn't made to be in a relationship and many women hated him for that. Even with Jill, and all the sexual tension around them, he never made a move, because of the fear of breaking their friendship. Yet, he did try to be in a relationship with someone, but each time, it was a failure for the simple reason that these women didn't have the same pace of life as him. They blamed him for never being around, for being too tired to do a lot of things. They didn't understand him. He was just a sort of coin purse in their eyes.

The years passed and the hookups followed. Romantic, isn't it?

The missions, too. 

During his career, he had seen enemies and colleagues.

Y/N was... special. She was the partner he avoided the most, because she annoyed him so much. She annoyed him because she was often right. She didn't see things in black and white, she saw in grey. She was able to mitigate all situations. Even the enemies, she always found a reason for their actions. Even Wesker! What had she said last time? "Oh, you know Chris, he was raised by Umbrella. How can this man have been an angel? Who's to say we wouldn't have been the same, in his place?". 

She was confident and talented, into the bargain. He loved seeing the way her hips rolled, just like her butt, and watching the way a bead of sweat could roll down her delicate epidermis, between her breasts, after a long workout or stopping a bioweapons salesman. In short, she was hot and sexy. Yet he hated her for the little cutting remarks qhe she sent his way.

"Come on, Chris! I understand you're close to retirement, but you could go faster!" or "Stop looking at me like you're gonna pounce on me... Well, pounce, but not in that way at least."

She was doing everything to drive him crazy.

Now they were on a new mission, in the middle of winter, in Estonia. It had been a long time since Chris had been confronted with such a bitter cold. The snow never stopped falling and while it provided them with breathtaking scenery, the cold was biting his skin. Around them, blood soaked the beautiful white coat that covered the greenery and the asphalt. This little village was, shall we say... wild. Like the mission in Leon, Spain, in 2004. As much as to say, the villagers hadn’t been very welcoming. Not to help, you had no choice but to cross a frozen lake, on foot, taking huge risks. A few meters before you reached dry land, the ice gave way under your feet and you sank into the icy water. You had felt as if thousands of blade blades were sinking into your bodies, so painful was it.

"I told you we had to go around!" shouted Chris, annoyed.

You were walking along, shivering, just out of the lake. You rolled your eyes and shook your head, despite your uncontrollable teeth chattering.

"And we would have lost a good two hours! Stop yelling!"

"We could literally freeze to death! You don't realize!"

This time you were wrong, but there was no way you were going to admit it to inflate Chris Fucking Redfield's ego.

"Shut up, Redfield, or I'm gonna put one of your cigarettes in your ass, lightened up, so you won’t have to complain anymore about the cold!"

He huffed loudly like a teenager, while you just ignored him. 

Soon, you met an old man, a survivor of this massacre, who had not been contaminated by the virus, since he lived far away, between the village and the laboratories you had to inspect, in the hope of finding those responsible for this plague. That good man had left you his little wooden hut and lit the fireplace in his small living room to keep you warm, with animal fur coats, much warmer than your clothes. You were ahead of your mission and had time to spend a few hours in the warmth, the time for your clothes to dry as well as you, otherwise death would come and take you.

When you returned to the living room, wrapped in furs, you saw that Chris had done the same thing. You found yourself naked underneath and despite the warmth of the room, you were still shivering from the cold. With an expert glance, you noticed that your partner was shivering as much as you were. You sat down next to him on the sofa and observed his features, as well as the part of his torso that was revealed to you. You had seen him shirtless countless times, but you couldn't believe that a man of his age could still be so handsome and attractive. Too bad he was just a stubborn man who refused to trust you and listen to you.

But as the evening began, you had to put aside the acrimony between you two. You were both frozen and you knew of only one more solution, at this point... Delicately, you moved closer to him, until you glued to him.

"What are you doing?" he sighed, before turning his head towards you.

You plunged your gaze into his and offered him your most innocent look, while one of your hands caressed his biceps.

"I'm cold, so I'm trying to warm up."

"Mmmmh..."

Delicately, you let the furs slide over your shoulders to expose them and create a plunging neckline on your chest, while you revealed enough of your thighs. Of course, his eyes followed your movements and you noticed his breathing quicken.

"Y/N..."

"Chris..." you teased him, mimicking him.

"What game are you playing, exactly?"

"The one where we warm each other up."

He parted his lips, somewhat surprised and shook his head, when he understood what you were getting at.

"Nope."

"I'm not asking you to make love to me. I just want us to be able to stick together to increase our body heat."

"Fine." he grumbled. 

Without a warning, you climbed astride his upper thighs, at the edge of his crotch and removed the furs that were a barrier to your skins. A mischievous smile appeared on your face when you noticed that he was half hard. With the help of the blankets, you locked yourself inside them with him, and you placed your bare chest against his chest. Gently, you slid your hand down his chest. Suddenly, a heat spread in your lower belly. The man came to stroke the bottom of your back, at the limit of your buttocks.

"I think your thick and long friend down there like me, unlike you..." you whispered in his ear.

As an answer, he groaned, while you shifted a little, now your womanhood close to his friend.

"What if I do... this."

You started to roll your hips, your pussy grazing his hardening cock. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, probably wrestling against himself to prevent his dick from getting hard... But it was too late. 

Suddenly, his thick calloused hands grabbed your hips and he pushed you against his cock.

"You wanna play, Y/N? Let's play!"

His hands forced you against him, making you shudder as sighs of desire escaped your lips. You could feel yourself getting wet and now, he was completely hard. Without mercy, he placed kisses on your neck and chest, before nibbling your skin, especially your hardened nipples. Yet you kept moving on his cock. One of his hands titillated your swollen clit with an expert touch that made you roll your eyes in pleasure as your hips continued to undulate on their own. The bastard was even more talented than you'd imagined...

"Fuck... Chris..."

"Shut up, L/N."

You bit your lower lip, as he was relentless on your clit, bringing you close to an orgasm... Until he stopped, removing his fingers.

"What the...?"

"We're playing according to my rules now. You don't get to orgasm." he groaned before he made you lay on the couch. 

"Jerk me." he ordered with a stern voice.

You looked at his thick veiny cock, red at the tip, begging you to be touched. When you took him in your hands, starting to stroke it, it twiched and Redfield sighed. You started to jerk him, looking at him in the eyes, as a provocation, with a mischievous smile.

"I hate you, but you're so fucking hot and perf..." he stopped himself and groaned.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me, Redfield."

You played with his cock, straightening in order to give him a blowjob, but he made you lay again. Before you could understand what was happening, he got your legs bending on your belly and pushed his hard cock inside you. You moaned at the same time. It felt so good, amazing. 

He began to pound you with his back, faster and faster, making you moan with pleasure, so much so that you forgot the existence of the old man, who had gone to look for some wood, close to the house. You slid a hand over his stomach and watched the way his muscles rolled over his skin. He was incredibly sexy, you couldn't deny it. The way he was fucking you, he was bringing out his resentment and that made the sex better! He was almost brutal.

"You're so big..."

"And you're so fucking tight... Feels amazing... You don't deserve this amazing pussy."

His eyes closed tight, his hair wet and beads of sweat mixed with the water from the lake, he looked like a demi-god. His long, thick cock kept thrusting inside you. The pleasure was more and more powerful, intense. You moaned his name as if your life depended on it. He was touching the best point in you, bringing you closer to your orgasm again. The brutality of his movements indicated that he was also getting closer to his climax. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the living room. About to cum, he pulled out and sent you a victorious smile.

"Oh Redfield, don't play something like that with me..."

You smirked and grabbed him by the hips, forcing him to impale you again with a grunt. To prevent him from breaking free of your grip, you dug your nails into his back.

"Don't stop... Make me cum, finally show me you're a man!"

Considering the insult to his masculinity, he picked up the pace and this time, the orgasm overwhelmed you. Your whole body shuddered. Your screams of pleasure echoed through the house. Your tight vagina tightened around his cock, drawing ragged moans from him. His cock twitched as he squeezed your thighs harder. Finally, he poured into you in five hot streams of cum, spurting against your walls. 

"Fuck... fuck.... fuck..." he groaned.

He stayed inside you for a moment, gazing into yours as you smiled.

"I can confirm, you may be a man... But you'll still have to prove it to me, so I can be sure..." 

Slowly, he pulled out and watched his seed dripping out of your vagina, the sight was so erotic that he was ready to torment your vagina once again.

"So fucking hot... And we still have time for another round."

Hate sex was always the best. And if love was something particular, sexual attraction towards the person that annoys you is something indefinable.

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Awww!! This sooo cute! ❤😩🥰 Soft Karl is so adorable.

Tenderness in the Afterglow (18+)

Karl Heisenberg x reader smut

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Warning: It's a smut! Overstimulated couple, Softcore, like really soft. Theirs mot much warnings this time, other than woe to your hearts.

Summary: This man has lived many years, and he's felt many things in his life. Potent negativities such as anger, stress, pain and disgust with everything and everyone. So, what's a man like him to do when he's given the chance to feel good for his confusing emotions? And what about yours?

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The factory machinery was still heard through the walls of the room, but it barely bothered your sleeping figure.

The curls of smoke danced in the air as Karl blew them out, exhaling slowly as a small amount of ashes fell from his cigar onto the dark grey blanket, carelessly sweeping them away with his other hand. He glanced over to your form beside him, seeing your eyes closed as sleep shielded your consciousness.

The two of you had been at it for what felt like an hour after your roleplay scenario. It wasn’t necessarily whole hour, but that’s what your bodies felt like it went through. When the both of you were teetering off the edge of exhaustion, Karl had enough strength to carry you towards his bedroom where the two of you fell asleep since. Luckily it wasn’t too late in the day, you had actually arrived at his factory very early in the morning which caught him completely off-guard with surprise. Nonetheless, he suggested the idea of the role play, and here you two were now.

Another large puff of smoke curled in the air as Karl blew out from the cigar, resting his forearm against his propped up knee while sitting up with his back against the wall, watching you sleep every once in a while.

He practically almost passed out the moment he relaxed in his bed, but he wasn’t able to sleep for too long. Regardless to if it was a good or bad day, his subconscious self was always cruel. He woke up in a cold sweat, mind plagued by dreams created by horrid anxiety. This wasn’t the first time it happened, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. This resulted in him having a terrible sleep schedule, staying up some times just so he didn’t have to deal with the annoying reoccurring events, and sometimes only sleeping when he absolutely had to. When he couldn’t sleep, he would busy himself with work day and night. He was kind of tempted to get out of bed, but taking one look at your sleeping body made him think otherwise.

Both of you had fallen asleep in each others arms, but at some point you unconsciously rolled away a couple of inches, the shared body heat mixed with the warmth of the room being too much for you to bare. He didn’t mind though, he was content with watching you sleep when he couldn’t.

God, how did this even happen? He wondered how he found himself in this predicament. One million things were wandering through his mind, all from why in the world you came to his factory to him almost never wanting you to leave. The things you made him think versus the things you made him feel had his mind slowly decomposing from anxiety. Did he think this was ever going to happen? His sister’s adopted human child showing up at his doorstep with a glimmer in her eyes brighter than diamonds and a mouth that cried out the sweetest of sounds and spoke even sweeter lies? Seriously, what the hell were you thinking?

Karl definitely didn’t see himself in this position. He really didn’t. To think that he saw himself getting a love interest in his life- wait, love? This wasn’t love, there was no way this was love, as much as he tried to deny it. Although, the idea of it was making his heart beat considerably faster. God, you had no idea what this was doing to him. He never saw himself getting with anyone, especially with what Mother Miranda had done to him. He's a monster, he believed he would always see himself as one. But when he looked back to you while blowing smoke through the corner of his mouth, he began to ponder how exactly you viewed him.

Let’s face it, the two of you really got along together physically wise. Mentally wise, that's where it grew a bit choppy.

For some strange reason, even though he had barely gotten to know you after a couple of days despite your years of existence in the castle, he felt more connected to you the moment he saw you. Well, that was kind of a lie. But also his form of truth.

He first saw you when you were first allowed to leave the castle, stuck to Alcina’s side and dressed in formal black clothing. You were pretty to look at, especially with the way that dress clung to your body, your blue pendant choker resting snug against the soft skin of your neck, almost reminding him of a dog collar. The way those big doe eyes of yours would follow everyone in the room when they spoke, even him, and avert your gaze when you stared for too long. The amount of kindness you would show to all the Lords in the room, even to Moreau, which he still didn’t understand.

Even to him when you thought he didn’t like you.

Maybe he was connected to you because of your background history: You were a failed experiment from Mother Miranda, and because you were a failure you were sent away to be eaten by vampires.

Instead of dying so young, there you were now standing alongside the beasts instead of in front of it. It was fucking ridiculous, especially the way Alcina would refer to you as her child with a sickly pleasant tone.

‘My sweet girl’ this or ‘My innocent sweet daughter’ that, not only did it sound like Alcina was speaking to a pet from his point of view, he learned that was just a cover-up you invented to keep yourself safe. It was ironic, From the way you acted around others that weren’t your family to the way you would kill without remorse and smile at death as you gifted it another unfortunate soul, It let him know that you weren’t innocent to the eyes of those who never knew your name.

When Alcina had the audacity to start dressing you up in off-whites and bright blues from your jewelry, the innocent choice of colors only continued to mock the 'innocence' you didn't have. To strangers, you were just as much of a monster as the rest of them, but that was just a cover-up you branded yourself with, your life standing behind steel shields so you could feel safe.

You had woken from your dreamless, peaceful sleep from the scent of cigar smoke tickling your nose. Your moving head tore Karl out of his thoughts, watching your body turn as your face held confusion, trying to remember where you were. The warmth of the bed, smell of the room and the ache between your legs reminded you of your activities from earlier. You moaned lightly when you stretched, lifting up your sore arms to awaken your body. You brought your hands to your face, gently rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes.

You looked over to Karl, meeting his gaze and giving him a small, tired smile. The man had pulled most of his hair back into a bun at some point and must've fallen asleep with it, wisps of silvery hair draping over his forehead. He returned your smile with a slight smirk, extending his hand towards you to offer you his cigar. You sat up slowly, your elbow slightly buckling from your exhaustion as you took the cigar with humble appreciation. Your lungs warmed up as you inhaled the smoke, the taste of burn tobacco dancing on your tongue, mixed with a peculiar flavor that reminded you of bitter coffee. You exhale slowly, watching the smoke dance and take shape of curling roses out of your lips.

How could someone have lips like yours? You made something as simple as smoking look so enchanting to him. His own lips were dried and scarred, but when they were pressed up against yours, he couldn't get enough. They were so plush, so tender, and he grew addicted from the first kiss. When be brought them to the skin on your body, your vocal replies would tell him he was making you feel so good, he believed he was actually feeling the exact same way.

Meanwhile, when you handed the cigar back to him, your eyes couldn’t help but graze over his body. His lower half was covered by the gray blanket of his bed, his torso sprinkled with dark hair and littered with various scars of different ages and sizes. Before you fell asleep, you remembered your fingers tracing along one of the longer scars along his chest. He didn’t mind though, finding the touch as simple as a soothing sensation in a place that once brought pain, but of course he wouldn’t say anything about it.

While Karl brought back the cigar to his mouth, he noticed the way you resumed your staring, those colorful eyes of yours gazing over his body up towards his face with a specific emotion he had seen before. He saw the same look in your eye when he took you that night in your bedroom. It was one of the last emotions he was expecting to see, and it shocked him. but he didn't show it. He’s never seen it on anyone else very much, hell he's never really been with much else for as long as he could remember. Years of unwanted celibacy rendered him lost to particular signs one would see right away, and when their was a fling down the road they were just that, flings. Hell, even flings were rare.

But the look in your eyes, he has seen it before. When Mother Miranda would speak about the Lords, she would put on this façade when it came to talking about how much she loved her 'beloved' children, but when it came time to mention her true child, her cold eyes would shadow over with warm love mixed with deep sorrow. With this same emotion that you had in your eyes now, minus the sadness, it surprised him to almost no end. It didn't necessarily scare him, but he just didn't know what he really did to make you feel the way you did.

Soon before he could even bring up the idea of questioning it, that emotion proceeded to get replaced by a spark of desire, a growing lust.

Now that really amused him. How was it after everything the both of you did, even now as both of your bodies were still recovering, heavy with lingering exhaustion, the desire for him inside you was still present. If humans were to go in heat like dogs, you would be a prime example that it was possible. At this point, you were his little nympho. He wasn't shaming you though, he had to admit the thought of you waking up to him burying his cock balls deep inside you had crossed his mind at least three times. That doesn’t mean he was going to deny you of what you wanted.

You watched with the faintly surprised look as he took one more drag of the cigar before carelessly tossing it towards the other side of the room. You couldn’t even bother to look where it landed before his hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. He tasted of strong tobacco with a tinge of copper, clouding your senses as your tongues softly danced for dominance.

God, why did you enjoy this man so much? Was it because you spent years being surrounded only by family, locked away with nothing but books to keep you company? Maybe you dreamed of a dominant male figure to hold you in his arms, kissing your forehead and tell you everything was going to be alright. Maybe you wanted an escape from the life you had and run away with someone who was willing to take you there.

Karl offered you that opportunity, a chance to be free and escape. But having that door open, was it what you really wanted? Or did you want more?

Karl's large hands slowly found themselves on your slightly bruised hips, using his newfound strength to maneuver you to his lap. Your hands found solace on top of his shoulders, your breasts flattening against his chest as the kiss considerably grew more intense. His hands roamed up and down your body, from brushing against your maroon speckled thighs to your flanks, treading slow over your stomach to caress your breasts, thumbs stroking your overly sensitive nipples.

Your fingers continued upwards from his shoulders towards his neck, your hands finding a more permanent settlement on both sides of his face. The kissing mellowed down slightly, both of you resorting to a soft, delicate dance that mingled perfectly with the mood. Soft and gentle, romantic almost. Maybe Karl was going slow because he was just as tired as you were, but the man's light groan in your mouth proved to you that he enjoyed this tempo just as much as you did.

You moved your hips lightly to settle yourself more comfortably in his lap. You broke the kiss with a small whine as you felt the length of his cock resting against your opening. Karl lightly grunted as he looked down to see his cock lightly throbbing due to his need for you, all while your core glistened, aching from and for him.

His guided himself back towards your entrance, returning his hand to your hip to encourage you to invite him in. Your hips started trembling as your walls accepted him, drawing a symphonic unison of noises from both of you. Just the slightest squeeze from you made him hiss, all while just feeling him inside you, whining as his girth stretched you. Despite the soreness, it had you both feeling so good.

He nestled his head in the crook of your neck while you rocked your hips, feeling his cock rubbing against your walls so perfectly. Your arms secured themselves around Karl's neck, his broad arms wrapping around your torso to help you move your shaking form against his.

Due to your oversensitive, bruised walls taking him in so well, Karl took it upon himself to buck his hips against yours, making him smile against your skin as you whined out a broken moan, accompanied by a whine and what sounded like a soft plea for more. He complied instantly, rocking more with your hips to hit up towards your sweet spot.

Your moans built up to get louder and louder, your raspy throat breaking your voice but you could've cared less. He picked up the pace considerably, his hands gripping onto your ass and using his strength to bring you down on him repeatedly, using you like a toy. You threw your head back, giving Karl more room to nip at the tender skin along your neck. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, your tone raising an octave as the familiar band of pleasure began to build inside your abdomen. You mentally pleaded that Karl wouldn't reject you of your release this time.

He leaned closer to trap your bottom lip in his teeth, teasing the kiss swollen flesh with soft nibbles. You response was to kiss him formally, your moans cutting off into a shuddering cry as you came. Karl stopped moving, feeling the muscles of your thighs trembling in his grasp as your orgasm sparked at every nerve in your body, clenching him ever so closer to you.

He broke the kiss, his nose brushing against yours as he watched your facial muscles scrunch up in pure pleasure. He rocked his hips ever so slightly, seeing your eyes flutter at the sensation, your chest pressing even closer with his due to your arching back. You sighed out a heavy groan as your chaotic nerves melted into well promised pure ecstasy.

"Hmm," His chest rumbled, satisfied in watching you fall apart and recover in his arms all because of him. Your whines and moans, your body and how it reacted was all because of him. He was right from the start: You were his gift, to be opened by him in the most delicious ways possible.

"You're beautiful," He muttered, meeting your gaze the moment you opened your eyes. You removed your hands from his neck, bringing them over to caress his cheeks. You were silent as your thumb brushed across the 'X' shaped scar on his cheek, tracing the lines with gentle care. Your other thumb repeated these same actions towards another scar, the long thin line that ran from the bridge of his nose and stopped under his right eye. You wondered how it felt for him when these wounds were fresh, your fingers tracing the ancient paths with the most gentle motions, as if the man was made of glass.

Karl could only watch you, seeing the way your eyes trailed along with your thumbs. The skin on your hands were velvety soft, with minor callousing and scarring, but mostly free from the more harsh scars of hard labor. You've touched his face before, and he didn't care for it in the past. Now, it was like... a true mother's touch, gentle and soothing with no intent of harming him.

Maybe that was it, he began to realize. You were everything he could never have in the past he dealt with, right in his very arms.

Before you could notice the skin of his face getting warmer under your touches, he abruptly kissed you to distract you. You didn't mind the kiss, but their was a lingering question that forced you to break free from his scarred lips.

"Karl," You spoke up softly, seeing his brows raise in question.

"What... exactly is this? Between us?"

You confessed the biggest question that was stuck in a glass bottle in your head. The moment you shattered the glass, the man grew deathly silent. Your heart burst into heavy, frantic beating, fear coursing through your veins out of worry that you shouldn't have asked.

Karl looked like he short-circuited, his eyes growing glassy as he was lost in thought. His head lowered a little, the man himself lost in his mind and emotions on how to properly answer that question.

He raised you off of his cock, unable to help yourself as you whined in his absence. Bringing a hand to the small of your back, Karl shifted both of your positions, laying you on your back as he rested nestled himself between your legs, the tip of his wet cock lightly brushing against your clit.

His fingers found your chin, having you silently look him in the eye. The way he looked at you was almost scary: His eyes lacking any sort of emotion, making your heart begin to sink.

After a few seconds, he mentally cursed himself and recollected his mental train back on track. He kissed you, putting in a fair amount of softness to it, which was slightly new. His kisses were always hungry, always challenging as he battled to be in control. But this, this was definitely different and enticing.

He broke from the kiss first, exhaling rather heavily. Their were so many ways to say this, but his stubbornness was biting him in the ass. Fuck this.

"This is... us doing what we've always wanted to do," He began, Seeing your brows raise slightly in confusion. Shit, he really wasn't good at this.

"I mean... Agh, fuck. Shit." He looked off to the side for a moment, slicking a few stray hairs back and out of his face with his hand before he tried again.

"This is what people do when they.. care for each other a whole lot, and in this case, we really really care for each other, right?"

You nodded slowly, trying so hard not to show a smile as he struggled with his words.

"Right, so that's us right now. Just two people who care about each other a whole lot."

Your lips betrayed you, a smile stretching across your face. As beautiful as he thought you looked when you smiled, it made him feel more embarrassed than amused. Before he could scoff and protest, you pulled the man in for a joyous kiss, bringing your hands behind his back to hold him closer. He complied instantly, all emotions melting away in the kiss as he secured his own weight with his arms beside your head so he didn't crush you.

It didn't long for him to bring his hand in between your bodies, guiding himself back into you with an encouraging moan on your end. The pace was slow for a moment, allowing you to get used to him again before he went real fast, halting the kiss to nip at your ear while his thumb rubbed lazy circles on your nub. Your nails scratched into the skin of his back, making him roughly hiss at the sensation. You had done these motions countless times when he fucked you into the floor in the other room, against the wall, and even on his workbench. Your endless scratches made him consider future scars for sure.

Y'know what? That didn't matter, he'd wear them with pride.

He thrusted harder into your wet pussy, his groans getting louder and richer with rumbled growls. Your aching body felt like you couldn't possibly come again after the many times you did with his length, mouth and fingers, but Karl was quick to prove you otherwise. He held you closer, both hands clutching your upper arms securely as his pace slowed, but the strength of each thrust intensified. He was slamming your hips into the bed with brute force, watching you with half lidded eyes as your body bounced with each pound, providing him a lovely view of your moving breasts. You cried out his name again, your back arching off the gray sheets as he rutted his hips more to yours, unable to help himself as his movements started to get more sloppy.

You let out a loud cry as your final orgasm trembled through your entire body, pure euphoria overdosing your mind and blinding your vision. Karl felt the incredibly tight squeeze and trembles, smirking at the sight of your beautiful body coming completely undone. He leaned closer, forcing a few more brutal thrusts until he found reached his peak.

He growled loud and hard through bared teeth, his head coming down on your bitten shoulder as his cum surged through his cock and painted your clenching walls, milking him for all he was worth. Your mind was so far gone, you could've almost mistook him for an enraged lycan if you didn't know any better. Chest heaving, his body relaxed against yours, bringing his forehead to rest against yours as he began the process of recapturing his breath, breathing harshly through his nose as his body heat mingled with yours, making you feel more warm and secure than you've ever felt yet.

Two people who cared about each other a whole lot. Their was a much more formal word you could think of instantly. Your hand slowly brushed up on along his back, tracing his spine to rest behind his head, lingering around the hair that came loose from his hair tie.

Was Karl gonna use that word you wanted to hear? No, not yet. But you knew that he meant by that adorable explanation. So for now, this is the best he could give you, and you were more than happy to accept it.

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@stararch4ngell4dy this whole fandom in a nutshell

So I'm a little stuck ...

I don't know how to start the heisnedad fic, and I wanted some of your opinions. I was going to start it with the readers mother somehow escapes right after she finds out she's pregnant and she either raises her on her own or gets help from umbrella. Or have the mother die from birth and Karl has to raise reader on his own.

I figured it could be no romance, or if she was with umbrella she would have a slight romance with Chris, or if she was raised by Karl, she would have a romance with one of Alcina' daughters or with Donna.

Either way, momma' dead and reader ends up in the village looking for her father, knowing exactly who he is.

And if anyone wants to throw out some character names, I wanted some Romanian kind of names. I already have a name for the mother, I just don't know what to name the reader.

For anyone that is curious, I've begun writing summaries for the heisendad fic. So far only have the prologue and 2 chapters written. I can say when I start posting the first 5 to 10 chapters may be smut with plot. Because I just started, i would like to know if anyone has any suggestions or ideas of what they'd like to see in this story. I've already thought of her backstory and it's going to be a Bela x Fem!Reader and will also take place a couple of years or so before Ethan.

Once I start typing up the prologue, I'll give you guys a sneak peek before posting both the prologue and the first chapter.

So if you have any ideas, either send me an ask or comment on this post.

Awww!! This sooo cute! ❤😩🥰 Soft Karl is so adorable.

Tenderness in the Afterglow (18+)

Karl Heisenberg x reader smut

Check out my masterlist for the rest of the parts!

Warning: It's a smut! Overstimulated couple, Softcore, like really soft. Theirs mot much warnings this time, other than woe to your hearts.

Summary: This man has lived many years, and he's felt many things in his life. Potent negativities such as anger, stress, pain and disgust with everything and everyone. So, what's a man like him to do when he's given the chance to feel good for his confusing emotions? And what about yours?

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The factory machinery was still heard through the walls of the room, but it barely bothered your sleeping figure.

The curls of smoke danced in the air as Karl blew them out, exhaling slowly as a small amount of ashes fell from his cigar onto the dark grey blanket, carelessly sweeping them away with his other hand. He glanced over to your form beside him, seeing your eyes closed as sleep shielded your consciousness.

The two of you had been at it for what felt like an hour after your roleplay scenario. It wasn’t necessarily whole hour, but that’s what your bodies felt like it went through. When the both of you were teetering off the edge of exhaustion, Karl had enough strength to carry you towards his bedroom where the two of you fell asleep since. Luckily it wasn’t too late in the day, you had actually arrived at his factory very early in the morning which caught him completely off-guard with surprise. Nonetheless, he suggested the idea of the role play, and here you two were now.

Another large puff of smoke curled in the air as Karl blew out from the cigar, resting his forearm against his propped up knee while sitting up with his back against the wall, watching you sleep every once in a while.

He practically almost passed out the moment he relaxed in his bed, but he wasn’t able to sleep for too long. Regardless to if it was a good or bad day, his subconscious self was always cruel. He woke up in a cold sweat, mind plagued by dreams created by horrid anxiety. This wasn’t the first time it happened, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. This resulted in him having a terrible sleep schedule, staying up some times just so he didn’t have to deal with the annoying reoccurring events, and sometimes only sleeping when he absolutely had to. When he couldn’t sleep, he would busy himself with work day and night. He was kind of tempted to get out of bed, but taking one look at your sleeping body made him think otherwise.

Both of you had fallen asleep in each others arms, but at some point you unconsciously rolled away a couple of inches, the shared body heat mixed with the warmth of the room being too much for you to bare. He didn’t mind though, he was content with watching you sleep when he couldn’t.

God, how did this even happen? He wondered how he found himself in this predicament. One million things were wandering through his mind, all from why in the world you came to his factory to him almost never wanting you to leave. The things you made him think versus the things you made him feel had his mind slowly decomposing from anxiety. Did he think this was ever going to happen? His sister’s adopted human child showing up at his doorstep with a glimmer in her eyes brighter than diamonds and a mouth that cried out the sweetest of sounds and spoke even sweeter lies? Seriously, what the hell were you thinking?

Karl definitely didn’t see himself in this position. He really didn’t. To think that he saw himself getting a love interest in his life- wait, love? This wasn’t love, there was no way this was love, as much as he tried to deny it. Although, the idea of it was making his heart beat considerably faster. God, you had no idea what this was doing to him. He never saw himself getting with anyone, especially with what Mother Miranda had done to him. He's a monster, he believed he would always see himself as one. But when he looked back to you while blowing smoke through the corner of his mouth, he began to ponder how exactly you viewed him.

Let’s face it, the two of you really got along together physically wise. Mentally wise, that's where it grew a bit choppy.

For some strange reason, even though he had barely gotten to know you after a couple of days despite your years of existence in the castle, he felt more connected to you the moment he saw you. Well, that was kind of a lie. But also his form of truth.

He first saw you when you were first allowed to leave the castle, stuck to Alcina’s side and dressed in formal black clothing. You were pretty to look at, especially with the way that dress clung to your body, your blue pendant choker resting snug against the soft skin of your neck, almost reminding him of a dog collar. The way those big doe eyes of yours would follow everyone in the room when they spoke, even him, and avert your gaze when you stared for too long. The amount of kindness you would show to all the Lords in the room, even to Moreau, which he still didn’t understand.

Even to him when you thought he didn’t like you.

Maybe he was connected to you because of your background history: You were a failed experiment from Mother Miranda, and because you were a failure you were sent away to be eaten by vampires.

Instead of dying so young, there you were now standing alongside the beasts instead of in front of it. It was fucking ridiculous, especially the way Alcina would refer to you as her child with a sickly pleasant tone.

‘My sweet girl’ this or ‘My innocent sweet daughter’ that, not only did it sound like Alcina was speaking to a pet from his point of view, he learned that was just a cover-up you invented to keep yourself safe. It was ironic, From the way you acted around others that weren’t your family to the way you would kill without remorse and smile at death as you gifted it another unfortunate soul, It let him know that you weren’t innocent to the eyes of those who never knew your name.

When Alcina had the audacity to start dressing you up in off-whites and bright blues from your jewelry, the innocent choice of colors only continued to mock the 'innocence' you didn't have. To strangers, you were just as much of a monster as the rest of them, but that was just a cover-up you branded yourself with, your life standing behind steel shields so you could feel safe.

You had woken from your dreamless, peaceful sleep from the scent of cigar smoke tickling your nose. Your moving head tore Karl out of his thoughts, watching your body turn as your face held confusion, trying to remember where you were. The warmth of the bed, smell of the room and the ache between your legs reminded you of your activities from earlier. You moaned lightly when you stretched, lifting up your sore arms to awaken your body. You brought your hands to your face, gently rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes.

You looked over to Karl, meeting his gaze and giving him a small, tired smile. The man had pulled most of his hair back into a bun at some point and must've fallen asleep with it, wisps of silvery hair draping over his forehead. He returned your smile with a slight smirk, extending his hand towards you to offer you his cigar. You sat up slowly, your elbow slightly buckling from your exhaustion as you took the cigar with humble appreciation. Your lungs warmed up as you inhaled the smoke, the taste of burn tobacco dancing on your tongue, mixed with a peculiar flavor that reminded you of bitter coffee. You exhale slowly, watching the smoke dance and take shape of curling roses out of your lips.

How could someone have lips like yours? You made something as simple as smoking look so enchanting to him. His own lips were dried and scarred, but when they were pressed up against yours, he couldn't get enough. They were so plush, so tender, and he grew addicted from the first kiss. When be brought them to the skin on your body, your vocal replies would tell him he was making you feel so good, he believed he was actually feeling the exact same way.

Meanwhile, when you handed the cigar back to him, your eyes couldn’t help but graze over his body. His lower half was covered by the gray blanket of his bed, his torso sprinkled with dark hair and littered with various scars of different ages and sizes. Before you fell asleep, you remembered your fingers tracing along one of the longer scars along his chest. He didn’t mind though, finding the touch as simple as a soothing sensation in a place that once brought pain, but of course he wouldn’t say anything about it.

While Karl brought back the cigar to his mouth, he noticed the way you resumed your staring, those colorful eyes of yours gazing over his body up towards his face with a specific emotion he had seen before. He saw the same look in your eye when he took you that night in your bedroom. It was one of the last emotions he was expecting to see, and it shocked him. but he didn't show it. He’s never seen it on anyone else very much, hell he's never really been with much else for as long as he could remember. Years of unwanted celibacy rendered him lost to particular signs one would see right away, and when their was a fling down the road they were just that, flings. Hell, even flings were rare.

But the look in your eyes, he has seen it before. When Mother Miranda would speak about the Lords, she would put on this façade when it came to talking about how much she loved her 'beloved' children, but when it came time to mention her true child, her cold eyes would shadow over with warm love mixed with deep sorrow. With this same emotion that you had in your eyes now, minus the sadness, it surprised him to almost no end. It didn't necessarily scare him, but he just didn't know what he really did to make you feel the way you did.

Soon before he could even bring up the idea of questioning it, that emotion proceeded to get replaced by a spark of desire, a growing lust.

Now that really amused him. How was it after everything the both of you did, even now as both of your bodies were still recovering, heavy with lingering exhaustion, the desire for him inside you was still present. If humans were to go in heat like dogs, you would be a prime example that it was possible. At this point, you were his little nympho. He wasn't shaming you though, he had to admit the thought of you waking up to him burying his cock balls deep inside you had crossed his mind at least three times. That doesn’t mean he was going to deny you of what you wanted.

You watched with the faintly surprised look as he took one more drag of the cigar before carelessly tossing it towards the other side of the room. You couldn’t even bother to look where it landed before his hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. He tasted of strong tobacco with a tinge of copper, clouding your senses as your tongues softly danced for dominance.

God, why did you enjoy this man so much? Was it because you spent years being surrounded only by family, locked away with nothing but books to keep you company? Maybe you dreamed of a dominant male figure to hold you in his arms, kissing your forehead and tell you everything was going to be alright. Maybe you wanted an escape from the life you had and run away with someone who was willing to take you there.

Karl offered you that opportunity, a chance to be free and escape. But having that door open, was it what you really wanted? Or did you want more?

Karl's large hands slowly found themselves on your slightly bruised hips, using his newfound strength to maneuver you to his lap. Your hands found solace on top of his shoulders, your breasts flattening against his chest as the kiss considerably grew more intense. His hands roamed up and down your body, from brushing against your maroon speckled thighs to your flanks, treading slow over your stomach to caress your breasts, thumbs stroking your overly sensitive nipples.

Your fingers continued upwards from his shoulders towards his neck, your hands finding a more permanent settlement on both sides of his face. The kissing mellowed down slightly, both of you resorting to a soft, delicate dance that mingled perfectly with the mood. Soft and gentle, romantic almost. Maybe Karl was going slow because he was just as tired as you were, but the man's light groan in your mouth proved to you that he enjoyed this tempo just as much as you did.

You moved your hips lightly to settle yourself more comfortably in his lap. You broke the kiss with a small whine as you felt the length of his cock resting against your opening. Karl lightly grunted as he looked down to see his cock lightly throbbing due to his need for you, all while your core glistened, aching from and for him.

His guided himself back towards your entrance, returning his hand to your hip to encourage you to invite him in. Your hips started trembling as your walls accepted him, drawing a symphonic unison of noises from both of you. Just the slightest squeeze from you made him hiss, all while just feeling him inside you, whining as his girth stretched you. Despite the soreness, it had you both feeling so good.

He nestled his head in the crook of your neck while you rocked your hips, feeling his cock rubbing against your walls so perfectly. Your arms secured themselves around Karl's neck, his broad arms wrapping around your torso to help you move your shaking form against his.

Due to your oversensitive, bruised walls taking him in so well, Karl took it upon himself to buck his hips against yours, making him smile against your skin as you whined out a broken moan, accompanied by a whine and what sounded like a soft plea for more. He complied instantly, rocking more with your hips to hit up towards your sweet spot.

Your moans built up to get louder and louder, your raspy throat breaking your voice but you could've cared less. He picked up the pace considerably, his hands gripping onto your ass and using his strength to bring you down on him repeatedly, using you like a toy. You threw your head back, giving Karl more room to nip at the tender skin along your neck. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, your tone raising an octave as the familiar band of pleasure began to build inside your abdomen. You mentally pleaded that Karl wouldn't reject you of your release this time.

He leaned closer to trap your bottom lip in his teeth, teasing the kiss swollen flesh with soft nibbles. You response was to kiss him formally, your moans cutting off into a shuddering cry as you came. Karl stopped moving, feeling the muscles of your thighs trembling in his grasp as your orgasm sparked at every nerve in your body, clenching him ever so closer to you.

He broke the kiss, his nose brushing against yours as he watched your facial muscles scrunch up in pure pleasure. He rocked his hips ever so slightly, seeing your eyes flutter at the sensation, your chest pressing even closer with his due to your arching back. You sighed out a heavy groan as your chaotic nerves melted into well promised pure ecstasy.

"Hmm," His chest rumbled, satisfied in watching you fall apart and recover in his arms all because of him. Your whines and moans, your body and how it reacted was all because of him. He was right from the start: You were his gift, to be opened by him in the most delicious ways possible.

"You're beautiful," He muttered, meeting your gaze the moment you opened your eyes. You removed your hands from his neck, bringing them over to caress his cheeks. You were silent as your thumb brushed across the 'X' shaped scar on his cheek, tracing the lines with gentle care. Your other thumb repeated these same actions towards another scar, the long thin line that ran from the bridge of his nose and stopped under his right eye. You wondered how it felt for him when these wounds were fresh, your fingers tracing the ancient paths with the most gentle motions, as if the man was made of glass.

Karl could only watch you, seeing the way your eyes trailed along with your thumbs. The skin on your hands were velvety soft, with minor callousing and scarring, but mostly free from the more harsh scars of hard labor. You've touched his face before, and he didn't care for it in the past. Now, it was like... a true mother's touch, gentle and soothing with no intent of harming him.

Maybe that was it, he began to realize. You were everything he could never have in the past he dealt with, right in his very arms.

Before you could notice the skin of his face getting warmer under your touches, he abruptly kissed you to distract you. You didn't mind the kiss, but their was a lingering question that forced you to break free from his scarred lips.

"Karl," You spoke up softly, seeing his brows raise in question.

"What... exactly is this? Between us?"

You confessed the biggest question that was stuck in a glass bottle in your head. The moment you shattered the glass, the man grew deathly silent. Your heart burst into heavy, frantic beating, fear coursing through your veins out of worry that you shouldn't have asked.

Karl looked like he short-circuited, his eyes growing glassy as he was lost in thought. His head lowered a little, the man himself lost in his mind and emotions on how to properly answer that question.

He raised you off of his cock, unable to help yourself as you whined in his absence. Bringing a hand to the small of your back, Karl shifted both of your positions, laying you on your back as he rested nestled himself between your legs, the tip of his wet cock lightly brushing against your clit.

His fingers found your chin, having you silently look him in the eye. The way he looked at you was almost scary: His eyes lacking any sort of emotion, making your heart begin to sink.

After a few seconds, he mentally cursed himself and recollected his mental train back on track. He kissed you, putting in a fair amount of softness to it, which was slightly new. His kisses were always hungry, always challenging as he battled to be in control. But this, this was definitely different and enticing.

He broke from the kiss first, exhaling rather heavily. Their were so many ways to say this, but his stubbornness was biting him in the ass. Fuck this.

"This is... us doing what we've always wanted to do," He began, Seeing your brows raise slightly in confusion. Shit, he really wasn't good at this.

"I mean... Agh, fuck. Shit." He looked off to the side for a moment, slicking a few stray hairs back and out of his face with his hand before he tried again.

"This is what people do when they.. care for each other a whole lot, and in this case, we really really care for each other, right?"

You nodded slowly, trying so hard not to show a smile as he struggled with his words.

"Right, so that's us right now. Just two people who care about each other a whole lot."

Your lips betrayed you, a smile stretching across your face. As beautiful as he thought you looked when you smiled, it made him feel more embarrassed than amused. Before he could scoff and protest, you pulled the man in for a joyous kiss, bringing your hands behind his back to hold him closer. He complied instantly, all emotions melting away in the kiss as he secured his own weight with his arms beside your head so he didn't crush you.

It didn't long for him to bring his hand in between your bodies, guiding himself back into you with an encouraging moan on your end. The pace was slow for a moment, allowing you to get used to him again before he went real fast, halting the kiss to nip at your ear while his thumb rubbed lazy circles on your nub. Your nails scratched into the skin of his back, making him roughly hiss at the sensation. You had done these motions countless times when he fucked you into the floor in the other room, against the wall, and even on his workbench. Your endless scratches made him consider future scars for sure.

Y'know what? That didn't matter, he'd wear them with pride.

He thrusted harder into your wet pussy, his groans getting louder and richer with rumbled growls. Your aching body felt like you couldn't possibly come again after the many times you did with his length, mouth and fingers, but Karl was quick to prove you otherwise. He held you closer, both hands clutching your upper arms securely as his pace slowed, but the strength of each thrust intensified. He was slamming your hips into the bed with brute force, watching you with half lidded eyes as your body bounced with each pound, providing him a lovely view of your moving breasts. You cried out his name again, your back arching off the gray sheets as he rutted his hips more to yours, unable to help himself as his movements started to get more sloppy.

You let out a loud cry as your final orgasm trembled through your entire body, pure euphoria overdosing your mind and blinding your vision. Karl felt the incredibly tight squeeze and trembles, smirking at the sight of your beautiful body coming completely undone. He leaned closer, forcing a few more brutal thrusts until he found reached his peak.

He growled loud and hard through bared teeth, his head coming down on your bitten shoulder as his cum surged through his cock and painted your clenching walls, milking him for all he was worth. Your mind was so far gone, you could've almost mistook him for an enraged lycan if you didn't know any better. Chest heaving, his body relaxed against yours, bringing his forehead to rest against yours as he began the process of recapturing his breath, breathing harshly through his nose as his body heat mingled with yours, making you feel more warm and secure than you've ever felt yet.

Two people who cared about each other a whole lot. Their was a much more formal word you could think of instantly. Your hand slowly brushed up on along his back, tracing his spine to rest behind his head, lingering around the hair that came loose from his hair tie.

Was Karl gonna use that word you wanted to hear? No, not yet. But you knew that he meant by that adorable explanation. So for now, this is the best he could give you, and you were more than happy to accept it.

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@stararch4ngell4dy this whole fandom in a nutshell

So I'm a little stuck ...

I don't know how to start the heisnedad fic, and I wanted some of your opinions. I was going to start it with the readers mother somehow escapes right after she finds out she's pregnant and she either raises her on her own or gets help from umbrella. Or have the mother die from birth and Karl has to raise reader on his own.

I figured it could be no romance, or if she was with umbrella she would have a slight romance with Chris, or if she was raised by Karl, she would have a romance with one of Alcina' daughters or with Donna.

Either way, momma' dead and reader ends up in the village looking for her father, knowing exactly who he is.

And if anyone wants to throw out some character names, I wanted some Romanian kind of names. I already have a name for the mother, I just don't know what to name the reader.

For anyone that is curious, I've begun writing summaries for the heisendad fic. So far only have the prologue and 2 chapters written. I can say when I start posting the first 5 to 10 chapters may be smut with plot. Because I just started, i would like to know if anyone has any suggestions or ideas of what they'd like to see in this story. I've already thought of her backstory and it's going to be a Bela x Fem!Reader and will also take place a couple of years or so before Ethan.

Once I start typing up the prologue, I'll give you guys a sneak peek before posting both the prologue and the first chapter.

So if you have any ideas, either send me an ask or comment on this post.

Will you please stop talking in riddles? I just want to find my daughter.

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