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[queensoybean0724]

Succession Chapter 28 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 28

Characters: Karl Heisenberg/female reader, Salvatore Moreau, mentions of Mother Miranda

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, P in V, creampie, L-bombs, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*)

Word Count: ~3600

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters of Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction. Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter 28

The quiet that went along with the falling of snow was peaceful.  It wasn’t heavy snow; just a soft sprinkling of flakes sticking to the ones that already fell to the ground.  You sat in front of the large open door at the front of the factory, your knees to your chest, feet crossed at the ankles.  Your heavy coat, jeans, and shoes kept you warm as you looked across the expanse of white before you.  

The sound of the gate opening turned your attention to the left.  Moreau pushed it open wide enough to enter through and make his way up the snowy pathway to where you were seated.  You smiled at the man you had come to know as your friend.

“Hello, Salvatore!” you greeted, lifting your hand and waving.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he said, trudging up the pathway towards you, “it-it’s a little cold to be si-sitting out here, isn’t it?”

You shook your head no, but still pulled the coat tighter around your body.  “It’s not so bad.  I like watching the snow fall…it’s good to see you. I feel like it has been forever…”

“It has be-been a long time…” Moreau stuttered as he came to a stop before you, “where is Karl?”

“Oh, he’s in his quarters drawing some blueprints,” you answered, “I thought I’d sit out here and breathe in some fresh air…would you care to sit with me?”

“Oh, yes…thank you, Y/N,” he grinned.  

You tried not to stare as Moreau struggled to lower himself on his knees, his thin arms shooting out to catch himself on the ground.  He rolled and landed on his butt with a swift huff of air, sitting upright.  Your heart broke for him.  It couldn’t be easy for him to walk, sit, breathe, and do normal things people often took advantage of.  His contorted body looked to be painful with the fish constantly fighting his human side for dominance.  Moreau was so kind to you and he had a good heart and was compassionate…he didn’t deserve what had become of him.

“So, what have you been up to?” you asked, turning your attention from the snow to him.

“Oh, just tinkering around in my medical laboratory, trying to keep busy with experiments, and hoping to find something that will make Mother proud…”

Your jaw clenched at the name of the woman who took Moreau and Heisenberg’s lives from them.  She poked and prodded at them without their consent, performed an experiment in a delusional quest of bringing her dead daughter back to life.  This entire village had erupted into chaos, several lives taken in hopes of bringing back one.  It made you sick.

“Salvatore, have you told Miranda that I’m here?  Does she know that there is a survivor from the plane crash…hiding here?” you asked.

“Oh, no…I haven’t told her anything about you,” Moreau answered, “Karl always tells me…’if you tell Mother about Y/N…I’ll gut you like the fish that you are.’”

You rolled your eyes at Moreau’s paraphrasing.  “I appreciate your discretion, I really do.  Karl shouldn’t have threatened you like that, though.  He can be an asshole, but you know that better than I do, don’t you?”

Moreau chuckled.  “Brothers fight from time to time,” he said, “but h-he can be kind.  He’ll bring me things that he bought from the Duke and so-sometimes he’ll give me bodies that he has no use for…”

You looked over at Moreau, arching your eyebrow inquisitively.  “Wait…you know about what he’s doing here?” you asked.

“I have a th-theory or two,” Moreau said, “it’s another thing I don’t tell Mother of.  She would kill Heisenberg for sure if she found out.  And I think she would try and turn you into one of us if she found you here.  That’s why he keeps you locked away.  He cares for you an aw-awful lot.  I think he is afraid you might turn out like me…or like one of the lycans.”

You stretched your legs out in front of you, looking down at your hands pressed to your thighs.  They had balled into fists as you listened to Moreau talk about his suspicions of what Mother Miranda might have in store for you if she ever got her hands on you.

“Don’t worry,” Moreau continued, “Heisenberg won’t let anything happen to you…and neither will I.  I like you, Y/N…yo-you’ve always been kind to me.  Not many people treat me with kindness…even my family can be cruel most times.  But you’re different.  I’ll never tell Mother…you’ll be safe as long as you stay here…”

You smiled at him.  “You’re a good man, Salvatore.  You have a good heart.  You didn’t deserve what happened to you.  I know Karl can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but you’re the closest thing to a brother that he has and even though he doesn’t show it often, I know he cares for you.”

Moreau smiled and looked out over the various piles of metal and junk accumulating snow over the front of the factory.  He stayed silent for a while as he watched the clouds roll overhead along the village.  You inhaled the crisp, cold air, enjoying his company, even without words being spoken.

*

Once Moreau left and locked the gate behind him, you pulled the doors shut, locking them as well.  You took the stairs towards Heisenberg’s living quarters, hoping that you had given him enough time to do some work.  If he was still working, you thought you’d grab a book and go somewhere quiet, or gather a pile of clothes to wash in the laundry room.

“FUCK!!”

The expletive that flew from Heisenberg’s mouth echoed down the hall.  You stopped short, straining to hear.

“God damn fucking cocksucking…fuck fuck fuck!!!!”

You walked quietly, coming to a stop at the open doorway.  Pursing your lips together so as not to rattle him any further, you peered inside.

Heisenberg ripped his hat from atop his head and tossed it across the table, his gloved hand running over his messy hair.  He hunched over a piece of paper, turning his pencil over to roughly erase a series of lines he had drawn.  With a growl, he pointed it back around and continued his scribbling.

“Karl?” you asked as softly and soothingly as possible, “is everything okay?”

He turned his head to look at you as you entered the room.  “Oh…” he mumbled, “...yeah, Y/N, I’m all right…it’s just my intelligent, brilliant, perceptive engineering mind has seemed to have fucked right off and gone on vacation!”  He took the pencil between his index finger and thumb and chucked it against the wall, it bouncing and clattering down to the top of the table.  “I swear to everything that is holy and unholy that if I do not correct these countless fucking errors that I have been running into in my lab, I will burn this factory to the ground around me!!”

You walked towards Heisenberg, coming up to the left side of him.  Leaning down, you wrapped your arms around his neck and laid a gentle kiss to his left cheek.  You felt the tension in his body lessen a bit, him taking a deep breath, releasing it slowly.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, giving his shoulders a squeeze, “how about you take a break for the day.  I know it’s still early in the day, but walking away for several hours, getting some rest, and relaxing with me might be a way for your mind and body to recharge…then you can begin again tomorrow.”

Heisenberg pushed his chair back from the table and turned it towards you as he removed his sunglasses and placed them on the table.  His hands went for your hips as you straddled him.  “Yeah, maybe so,” he grumbled, looking up into your face, “everything as of late has been fucked.  Experiments haven’t been successful, these theories and drawings have looked like something a child could draw in primary school…”

“No more…” you interrupted, swiping the pages into a messy pile, upending them, and placing them right side down on the tabletop, “don’t focus on anything work related.  Just relax, take some deep breaths, and focus on other things…”

Heisenberg followed your advice, closing his eyes and inhaling and exhaling slowly.  His hands rested on your hips, his fingers digging into your jeans.  “Well, buttercup…with you in my lap like this…I’m beginning to focus on something other than work…

You smiled as his eyes moved up and down your body, his hands moving to the front of your coat, gently pushing it off your shoulders.  You removed your hands from his shoulders and allowed him to push it down your arms, letting it fall to the floor.  “I can think of another way to help get your mind off your worries…”  Standing to your feet, you took a step back and leaned over, your hands on Heisenberg’s knees.

“And what would that be?” he asked, his voice deep and gruff.

His tongue slid over his lips as he watched you spread his legs and lower yourself to your knees.  Your hands went to his belt, fingers working to get at his hardening cock.  Heisenberg watched your face, a low groan coming from his throat when your tongue slid across your bottom lip.

“Y/N…” he moaned, leaning back as you undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly.  You looked up into his gaze and you felt a flutter in your stomach.  His gloved hands were balled into fists and his jaw was clenched, waiting rather impatiently for you to continue.

Heisenberg muttered a curse through clenched teeth as you pulled his cock out of his pants.  One hand went to rest on the table next to him as the other reached up to slide across your cheek and your jaw.  You leaned down and slid your tongue across the tip of his dick, tasting the first droplet of pre-cum.

“God dammit, Y/N…” he breathed, his eyes closing and his head tilting back.  Your tongue skated in circles around the head, its movements slow and torturous.  His gloved hand went to the back of your head, caressing your hair.

“That mouth…that fucking mouth of yours, pussycat…god fucking dammit, I wanna fuck that mouth…” he growled.  You couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped your mouth as you closed your lips over the head of his cock, hollowing your mouth and sucking slowly.  Heisenberg’s back arched as he moaned, wanting more.  He was an impatient man at the moment; he wanted to bottom out and to feel himself bumping against the back of your throat.

You took your time, swallowing another inch of his length before pulling away and teasing the underside of his cock.  His jaw clenched again, more expletives slipping past his teeth.  He gripped your hair, pulling you closer and pushing more of himself into your mouth.

“Do you want to fuck my face, Karl?” you asked between licking up and down the length, “huh?  You wanna cum in my mouth and watch me swallow it down?”

“Yes,” he growled through gritted teeth, “I wanna hear you gag and pant…I wanna watch your head bobbing up and down with my fingers in your hair…”  He looked down and saw you looking up at him with eyes that were both innocent and sinful.  You wanted to help him relax and also get all of his frustrations out.

“Then do it…” you whispered, moving your mouth and taking the head past your lips.  Not missing a beat, his fingers gripped your hair and slowly pushed your head down.

You relaxed as his cock traveled deeper into your mouth.  Keeping your eyes on him, you watched as Heisenberg licked his lips, his hips lifting slightly.  He bumped the back of your throat before retreating, pulling your head back by the hair.

“Yeah…” he moaned, pushing you down again, further this time.  You gagged on him slightly before he pulled you back.  He kept the tempo slow for a few seconds before speeding up.

He grunted in time with his thrusts, pushing himself and pulling you down.  Tears sprang to your eyes, the noises coming from your mouth borderline obscene.  His lips parted, his sounds increasing as he fucked your mouth with ease.

“Take my cock, Y/N…that’s it…uhhh…uhhh…take my fucking cock…”

Your hands gripped his hips.  Tears slipped down your cheeks.  You breathed in and out through your nose, keeping your throat relaxed.  Heisenberg looked sexy and rough as he used you.  He pulsed in your mouth, his moans and grunts getting louder and louder.

“I’m gonna…cum…almost…there…oh fuck, baby…take it…god dammit!”

You swallowed and hollowed your mouth, watching in awe as Heisenberg’s mouth dropped open, his head flying back.  He shouted as he came, the salty taste spilling down your throat.  You continued to swallow, your fingers digging into his pants.  His hips pushed forward, his fingers slowly untangling from your hair.  He struggled to regain his breathing, shivering from aftershocks.

“Fuck me,” he panted, looking down at you as he pulled your head back, his cock falling from your lips, “that mouth of yours is amazing…”  You smiled up at him, wiping the edges of your mouth.

With lightning fast speed, he pushed you to the floor, pressing his body on top of yours.  You squealed and laughed, bucking your body to meet his.  Heisenberg was swift, taking both of your wrists in his hands and pinning them up above your head.

“Oooooh Karl…” you moaned, looking up at him as he took one hand and held both of yours down.  He chuckled under his breath as the other hand slid down your body, stopping at your breasts.  You moaned and arched your back as his gloved hand groped and squeezed, running his thumb over your nipple hardening under your clothes.

“Since you gave me the single greatest blowjob of my life,” he murmured, his hand moving down your side, “I’m going to make you feel good, too…”

You tilted your head back as Heisenberg went to the front of your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them.  Your thighs parted and your hips lifted as he pushed his hand down your panties, his middle and index fingers finding your clit.

“Karl…” you moaned loudly.  His eyes remained focused on yours as he rubbed your soaking wet pussy, circling your clit.

“This pussy of yours is constantly drenched,” Heisenberg marveled, “I’ve barely touched you and look at how wet you are…”

His fingers worked you into a frenzy, rubbing one way before using his index finger to flick your clit up and down.  The area was sensitive as you wriggled under his hand, both wanting more and the sensations being too much to handle.

“Karl…please…keep going…rub my clit…oh my god, it feels so good…” you pleaded, looking up at him.  Heisenberg grinned down at you, running his tongue along his teeth like a hungry wolf.

“You like that, doll face? Huh?  You gonna cum on my fingers?” he asked teasingly.  His fingers pressed harder on your clit, circling around and around faster.  Your mouth dropped open as you arched your back.

“If you keep rubbing it just like that, yes, I will…” you moaned.

“Dirty girl…dirty, dirty little pussycat…”  He lowered his lips to yours, hovering, barely touching your lips.  When you lifted your head to kiss him, he pulled back, a sadistic smile on his face.

“Mmmm…Karl, please…kiss me…make me cum…oh fuck, yes…”

“I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers…then make you lick your wetness clean off my gloves…how does it feel with my rough gloves on your sensitive clit?” he murmured, his eyes looking down at yours, your pupils blown and your lips quivering underneath his.

Your hips gyrated uncontrollably, desperate for release.  Every moan and whimper from your mouth made Heisenberg hard.  He wanted you…wanted to feel your pussy pulsing around his cock.

“Cum on my fingers…then you’ll cum on my prick…” he ordered, his fingers quickly rubbing you with added pressure.

“KARL!!” you shouted, tossing your head back.  Your arms tugged at his hand, wanting to pull away and wrap around his body, but he was stronger than you.  His grip on your wrists was firm; there was no getting away from him.

His lips attacked your exposed neck, kissing and licking your skin.  Your hips bucked against his hand, the feel of your release rising.  It was within reach…you were hurdling closer and closer to oblivion.

“Cum for me, little pussycat,” Heisenberg whispered, his tongue trailing up your neck and to your ear, “cum for me…all for me…”

Your body arched and grew taut before you finally broke.  Your orgasm washed over you fast and forceful.  He moaned in appreciation as you trembled and quaked under his body, admiring the symphony of whines and gasps you made.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned loudly, squeezing your thighs together.  He kept his fingers pressed to your clit, letting you milk every last bit of pleasure from his skilled digits.

“Now…” Heisenberg murmured into your ear, pulling his gloved hand from your jeans, “suck yourself from my fingers.”  He moved his index and middle finger past your lips and watched with unflinching attention as you sucked and rolled your tongue around them, tasting the mixture of your cum and the leather of his gloves.  “God damn, Y/N…” he marveled softly.

Once he pulled his fingers from your mouth, he sat up on his knees, quickly removing his trenchcoat and the three items always dangling from his neck.  “Take off your clothes,” he commanded, “I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out…”

You sat up and removed your shirt and bra before lying back down, pushing off your jeans, panties, and shoes.  Heisenberg ripped his buttoned up shirt down the middle, a few buttons flying off in the process.  You giggled as you helped him remove his undershirt and pushed his pants further off his hips.  You laid back down on the floor as he shoved his pants down to his ankles, too impatient to take the time to remove them and his boots.

“My lovely Y/N…” he moaned as he spread your legs, aligning his hips to yours.  You wrapped your limbs around him, reveling in the feel of his skin pressed to yours.

“Bottom out inside of me, Karl,” you begged, “all the way…”

Heisenberg growled as he pushed inside of your sopping wet cunt.  Every time, every fucking time he slid inside of you was unbelievably exquisite.  The way your eyes widened and looked up at him…he had never been gazed upon in that way before you.  He loved that look on your face, knowing that he was the one that brought that out of you.

“Y/N…uhhh fuck…” he moaned, kissing you deeply.  Your tongue stroked and circled his own as you clung to him, the sweat on his skin fusing with yours.  Skin to skin, the two of you slid against each other, your bodies bumping, gyrating, quivering together.

“I love you, Karl…” you moaned, “don’t stop…please…I’m yours, Karl…”

“You’re mine…” he breathed, kissing along your jaw, “...all mine, Y/N…all fucking mine…”

His hips pumped faster and harder, his cock tunneling deep into your cunt.  Your thighs tightened around his hips as you pulsed your walls rhythmically around him.  He shouted and arched his back at how tight you felt.  This, he thought, is the closest thing to heaven he would ever experience.

“I wanna make you cum again, Karl,” you panted, looking up into his eyes, “please…cum inside me…”  Your hands went to his hair, pulling the strands out of his face as your fingers dug into his scalp.

Bracing the palms of his hands on either side of your body, his hips collided with yours over and over, the steady slapping sound mixing with his growls and your voice pleading for him not to stop.  The two of you became louder and louder.  He was on autopilot, desperate to reach the pinnacle and jump off the edge, taking you with him.

“I want you to cum with me…” he said gruffly, moving his gloved hand between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit.  He rubbed hard as he thrusted fast.  You squealed and trembled, still so sensitive from his fingers.  

One hand stayed tangled in his hair as your other hand dug into his back, holding onto him tightly, arching, writhing.  He was close, but he wouldn’t indulge himself until you did first.

You released a shrill shout and tossed your head back as you came around his length, your walls pulsing involuntarily.  Sweat slid down your skin.  Your cheeks flushed red.  Everything around you was hazy…all you could think of was him barreling inside of you.

“FUCK, Y/N…FUCK!!!!” he bellowed, cumming hard, his hips pressed to yours.  He couldn’t stop, the waves hitting him again and again.  The feel of you under him…it was fucking magnificent.  Nothing could pry his body off of you.

Pulling his body down to you, you held him close, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him.  He nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily.  The both of you quaked together on the floor, enjoying the remainder of your orgasms.

“I love you, Karl…” you whispered, turning your face to kiss along his temple and forehead.

“I love you, too…” he said, moving to press his lips to yours, “nothing and nobody will tear you away from me…”

#resident evil village #resident evil village fanfic #resident evil village smut #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 fanfic #resident evil viii #re8 karl heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #re8 fanfiction #Karl Heisenberg #karl heisenberg smut #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #succession heisenberg fanfic #house heisenberg #daddy karl heisenberg

[discordsmuse]

Discordsmuse Masterlist

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Hello friends! Finally putting together a masterlist to make it easier for you guys to find all my fanfics here since I only post to AO3!

These will be organized by fandom and character.

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Baldur's Gate 3

Halsin

dance me to the end of love, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Halsin admit to their feelings post-Moonrise and fuck on a balcony.

Silence, NSFW/18+ : Fem!Tav and Halsin fuck in a closet

Do Unto Others, NSFW/18+ : Fem!Tav wants to give Halsin some attention and convinces him to let her be the giver for once.

Enver Gortash

body more than just a flesh, you can sell it for success, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav is invited to dinner with the Archduke and things get a little heated.

i will give you all that you need, NSFW/18+: Sequel to the above, Fem!Tav and Gortash bathe together before Enver gets a little handsy.

gracious men are those who suffer, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Enver w/ a free use kink.

legacy with no memory, NSFW/18+: Fem!Durge and Enver Gortash w/a pregnancy kink

I wanna know my god, At least enough to fear Her, NSFW/18+: Fem!Durge and Gortash have a lil bit of hate sex

Gale Dekarios

be my nightfire, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav catches Gale mid-alone time. Feelings and sex ensue.

Abdirak

sanctify you bedsheets with the sweat along your hips, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav is fascinated by Abdirak and nervously asks him to teach her about Loviatar.

Raphael

delightful little detour, NSFW/18+: Canon rewrite for what happens when Fem!Tav tells Raphael he's bad at sex.

Let the Dream Begin, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael Phantom of the Opera AU, slowburn

Rolan

Office Hours, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael College AU

she keeps the candle burning, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav/Raphael post-game

i wanna have a home, i wanna share it, NSFW/18+: Fem!Tav and Rolan get together post-saving the tieflings from moonrise.

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Pirates of the Caribbean

Hector Barbossa

The Pirate Lord, NSFW/18+: Barbossa/Reader post-Elizabeth being kinged.

All That Glitters, NSFW/18+: Longform Barbossa/Reader canon rewrite pre-CotBP

Liar's Bet, NSFW/18+: Longform Barbossa/Reader canon rewrite during CotBP and DMC

feel the edges start to burn, NSFW/18+: Barbossa/Reader where reader is friends w/Carina

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Harry Potter

Severus Snape

isn't it lovely (all alone), NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader closet sex

no death in rebirth, NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader longform amnesia oneshot

Brought to Life, NSFW/18+: Snape/Reader marauder's era classmates to lovers lol

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Dead by Daylight

Canon/Canon

Contention, NSFW/18+: Ace/Meg against a tree hatesex

Breaking Point, NSFW/18+: Megmillan first time

It's Alright, Teen/16+: The survivors and killers recover post-entity

Anna/The Huntress

Not so much taming as growing accustomed, Mature/16+, Huntress/Reader friendship to lovers

Herman Carter/The Doctor

Untethered, NSFW/18+, The Doctor/Reader where reader annoying him but in the fun, bratty way

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Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg

Business Partners with Benefits, NSFW/18+: Heisenberg/Reader where reader is Moreau's niece

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Spider Man

Dr. Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

Working Overtime, NSFW/18+: Otto/Reader where reader is his lab assistant

Bedside Manner, NSFW/18+: Otto/Reader where reader is Doc Ock's lover

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Labyrinth

Jareth the Goblin King

Midsummer, NSFW/18+: Jareth/Reader at the midsummer fae ball

don't leave me lonely, NSFW/18+: Jareth/Reader sequel to Midsummer

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The band Ghost

Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia

Better Than, NSFW/18+: Copia/Reader where he's a little insecure about Terzo being better than him

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Dracula

Dracula (lol)

Nice Costume, NSFW/18+: Dracula/Reader in a modern setting at a party

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Our Flag Means Death

Israel Hands

we do get desperate, now and again, Mature/16+: Fem!Reader/Izzy hurt/comfort unrequited love.

i wanna be yours, Mature/18+: Fem!Reader/Izzy first time together

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The Quarry (2022)

Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney

• fell in love with the fever, Explicit/18+: Travis and Laura are forced to spend some time together 6 months after the incident.

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This list will grow/change as I write more :D Thanks for reading!

#hector barbossa #pirates of the carribean #labyrinth #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #raphael #gortash #harry potter #snape #fanfiction #author #discordsmuse #masterlist #smut #otto octavius #dracula #ghost #writing #izzy hands #izzy hands x reader #the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney

[foilfreak]

Beauty and Her Beast: Chapter 2

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(Link to ao3 version in comments below)

Chapter 2:

The journey to Mother Miranda’s personal laboratory was much shorter and more enjoyable than the original walk to the meeting site, in Salvatore’s humble opinion.

Mother Miranda was mostly quiet, distant, and preoccupied throughout the duration of the walk, even more so than normal. That being said however, while this sort of behavior would usually spell disaster for whichever one of the 4 lords was forced to be in her presence during these sorts of moods, in this situation, Mother Miranda did not appear tense or agitated or hostile like she usually would be. Just lost in thought. As though she were only quiet because she was too busy thinking about something else to speak. She didn’t even seem to mind his various attempts at starting conversation, which surprised, but endlessly delighted, the mutant man.

‘Mother must be in a very good mood today. She hasn’t hit me or told me to shut up the whole time we’ve been together. Maybe she’s made another breakthrough with the cadou? I’d certainly be very happy if I were in her shoes’ Salvatore excitedly thought to himself as the woman in question stepped forward to unlock and open the large steel door of her personal laboratory, allowing Salvatore to step into the facility before closing and locking it again behind her.

“Moreau, do you recall the set of mutation experiments I began at the beginning of last year?” The raven mother asked, turning around and beginning to quickly make her way down the long, dark corridor.

“Y-you mean… the o-ones with the new c-cadou strain th-that I… that I d-developed… f-for you?” Salvatore stutters, breath labored and body struggling to keep up with the taller woman’s vastly larger steps.

“Correct” Mother Miranda says, turning a corner. “As impressed as I was with the final results of this particular strain, I’m afraid it still isn’t good enough. None of the subjects I implanted with cadou last year turned out to be favorable candidates.”

Salvatore stops in his tracks, a look of horror and agony on his face as news that he’d failed mother once again practically tears him apart from the inside out. “O-oh Mother… I-im so s-s-sorry to h-hear that… b-but don’t w-worry… I’ll-I’ll try h-harder next t-time… I w-won’t fail y-you again Mother, so p-please… please j-just give me a-another chance to get it r-right… i b-beg of y-you…”

Mother Miranda stops and turns toward the mutated lord, staring at him in silence as he drops to his knees and grovels at her feet, begging desperately for his failures to be forgiven.

“Off your knees, Moreau, this behavior is unbecoming of a Lord such as yourself. Besides, I never said that you were the one to blame for the lack of successful results, nor am I necessarily displeased by the fact that these experiments yielded failed vessels.”

Salvatore allows his gaze to rise to his mother’s face, where, true to her words, the parts of Miranda’s face that Salvatore could make out from behind her mask did not appear marred with the familiar expressions of anger and disappointment that the 4 lords were usually met with after another round of failed vessels.

“Y-you’re… you’re not upset with m-me?” The deformed man asks, his voice laced with shock and disbelief.

“No, my child, I’m not upset with you. While these experiments may have ended in failure, they did provide me with useful information that may prove to be pertinent to our mission in the near future. In fact, as I said earlier, the reason why I’ve brought you here is because I want to give you a gift, as a reward for all your incredible work. Did you expect me to be upset with you simply because this round proved unsuccessful as well? Do you really think so poorly of your loving mother, who works tirelessly to ensure her children are happy and rewarded for all their faith and trust in me?” Mother Miranda sniveled pitifully, turning her gaze away in mock dejection as Salvatore, horrified that he’d insulted and hurt her somehow, scrambles to his feet, gently taking both of Miranda’s hands into his own and holding the supple skin to his bloated and deformed face, desperately hoping this would comfort her.

“No no no no, o-of course n-not, Mother… I-I’d never expect s-something like th-that from y-you… and-and I k-know better… b-better than a-anyone… just h-how h-hard you w-work… not j-just on y-your experiments… but f-for all o-of us… too… you l-l-love us… you… love ME… I-I’ll always love y-you, Mother… always” Salvatore blurts, stumbling over his words as he tries desperately to comfort Mother Miranda, an effort he’s seemingly rewarded for, when Miranda takes one of her hands away and brings it back to the top of Salvatore’s head, once again gently brushing her hand against it.

Salvatore’s knees nearly give out from under him as the heavenly sensation washes throughout his body like a raging typhoon, leaving him feeling tired and weak yet hungry and wanting for more, though whatever that “more” was, Salvatore was quick to beat it back down deep within himself, knowing this was neither the time nor the place for him to be entertaining such… primal desires about someone like Mother Miranda, no matter how little he intends to act on them.

“Thank you, Moreau. You always know exactly what to say to make Mother feel better. You’re such a good boy” Mother Miranda says, making sure to put extra emphasis onto the last two words as she reaches forward and pulls Salvatore closer to her.

“G-g-g-gggg… good… boy… me?” Salvatore chokes, tears beginning to fill his eyes as Mother Miranda’s arms come to wrap around him, pushing the deformed man’s face to lean against the soft, feathery material of her bosom.

“Yes, Moreau. You’ve always been very special to me. From the day I met you, you’ve been such a good, well-behaved boy that I never have to worry about” Miranda begins, her face blank and expressionless as she passionlessly strokes Salvatore’s face. “No matter how simple the task, those 3 are always making mistakes of some kind and forcing me to come and clean up their messes after them, especially that snake Heisenberg. But you? No, never you, Moreau, not my special, perfect little boy who always tries his best to make Mother happy. Do you enjoy making Mother happy, Moreau?”

“Y-y-yES! Of-of c-course I do” Salvatore moans, his voice slightly muffled by Miranda’s chest as he violently nods his head in affirmation, tears freely falling from his eyes as his head swims deliriously from the endless wave of kind words and gentle touches.

“Good! I always knew you did. And for that, I'm going to reward you with something very special. Something to… keep you busy... while I’m away for a little while” The raven mother coos again.

Salvatore stops for a moment when the meaning of Miranda’s words finally registers in his brain. “While… w-while you’re… away? You’re l-leaving us?” Salvatore asks, his voice growing increasingly distressed with each word.

“Only for a short time, hopefully,” Mother Miranda answers, “but yes, at the end of this month, I will be leaving the village in order to attend to some very important business I have. I’m not sure how my journey will fare, however I'm optimistic that it will be the key necessary to finally getting my Ev- uh… pardon me; the key to finally achieving our goal of creating a perfect vessel. Doesn’t that sound nice, Moreau?”

“It-it does” the deformed man says quietly, still put off by the mention of Mother leaving, but not wanting to put a damper on his mother’s incredibly rare good mood. “But… where is i-it… th-that you’ll be g-going… an-and for h-how long?”

“Just down the mountain to pay someone a visit, however I have no idea when I'll be back. That will depend on how successful my mission goes, I suppose.”

Silence falls over the two as Salvatore, still upset by the news that Mother Miranda would be leaving, continues to take in the comfort and warmth of his Mother’s arms for just a moment longer, selfishly wishing that Mother held him more often. Eventually however, Mother Miranda does pull back from the superficial embrace, gesturing for Salvatore to follow her once more, which the deformed man begins to do without question.

“Of the 4 of you, you’re the last one to come and pick your gift,” Miranda says, unaware of the visible slump that Salvatore’s shoulders take on upon hearing this. “However, despite there only being one option left, it would appear as though your siblings have decided to spare you their usual games of trickery this time around. If anything, I think you might be the one to have ended up with the best deal after everything is said and done.”

Salvatore looks up at Mother Miranda with an expression of mild confusion, wondering what on earth she could mean by that. His musings are quickly interrupted however, when the two enter a large room filled with various pods.

“Of the 22 test subjects we started with last year, only 13 were genetically compatible with the cadou parasite, and even then, only 4 ended up surviving the full mutation phase. Despite their impressively stable conditions, they still aren’t suitable vessels for my purposes, however I felt as though it would be such a waste to just do away with them. So, with that in mind, I’ve decided that my gift to you all, before I must leave you for a time, is to give one test subject to each of you.”

“G-give? You’re… y-you’re giving us t-test subjects?” Salvatore repeats dumbly, not certain he understood where this was going.

“Correct” Mother Miranda affirms. “This is easily the most successful batch of mutations we’ve seen to date, and given the amount of time and effort I poured into making sure these last 4 survived until now, I’d at least like to see some use gotten out of them before they die or suddenly lose control of their mutations and go rogue.”

“Like… l-like what?” The hooded man asks nervously.

Miranda merely shrugs her shoulders, uncaring. “Anything you like. Housekeeper. Playmate. Labrat. Partner in Crime. Whatever it is you desire of your gift, you may have without question. And in the event they refuse you… well, you’ll at least have a fun little toy to chase after for a little while.”

“I... see...” Salvatore says quietly, growing less and less excited about this whole “gift” thing, now that he knows that his gift is just another person.

Another person to scream and wail at how unbelievably hideous and disgusting of a monster he looks, no doubt.

Without another word, Miranda heads over to the large control table located in the middle of the room, pressing a few buttons before 4 of the many identical pods begin moving toward them. Steam pours out the tops and bottoms of the metal pods as the large capsules slowly finish lowering themselves from their hung pedestals, displaying them directly in front of Miranda and Salvatore.  The man in question stands anxiously in front of the still sealed door, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as he waits for Mother to show him his gift, a myriad of thoughts and fears and worries flying throughout the mutant man’s mind.

“The first 3 have already been chosen by your siblings, but the one on the far right is all yours” Miranda says, pushing another button that causes the singular pod in question to click open, its door slowly beginning to rise upward toward the ceiling.

Salvatore nods in understanding as he tries to avoid watching the door of the pod open, instead hyper focusing on what Miranda is saying as the tension in the room becomes so thick it feels as if it could be cut with a dull knife.

After what felt like an eternity and a half of waiting, the pod door finally finished opening, and in that exact moment, as the disfigured man’s gaze finally fell upon the sight of his gift for the first time, his eyes went wide in shock, his mouth dropped open in disbelief, and his hands fell limply to his side in complete and utter bewilderment at the sight that stood before him.

“That… th-that’s… for me?” Salvatore manages to croak out, his throat suddenly dry as a desert and the air from his lungs having left him the second before.

Raising his hand up toward the creature wired into the pod, the hooded man finds himself unable to look away, feeling almost mesmerized as his mind struggles to figure out whether all this is really happening, or if he’d finally succumbed to the insanity of his condition and dreamt all this up as a sick and twisted way of coping with his soul crushing loneliness. Either one was just as likely at this point.

“I’m sure you’ll still be quite pitiful on the day I have to leave, but at least this way you’ll have something to keep yourself occupied with until I return, yes?” Mother Miranda says smugly, clearly pleased by his reaction. “So, what do you think, Moreau? Do you like the gift I’ve gotten for you?”

It wasn't until after several moments of silence that Salvatore finally responded. After stuttering and slurring unintelligibly over several sentences worth of responses, 2 words, and 2 words alone, finally managed to tumble from the mutant man’s lips, his eyes shining as he finally reached forward enough to slowly and carefully intertwine his fingers with the small and delicate hand of the beautiful young woman that slept peacefully inside the pod.

“She’s perfect!”

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Succession + 1 + 5 + 8

Thank you, doll face, for the ask!!!

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way? I knew I wanted to write a fanfic about Heisenberg and wanted it to be a female reader insert so I just kept brainstorming of how exactly I could begin the reader being in the village in the first place and I thought “what if there was a plane crash and she found herself right in Heisenberg’s lap”…in more ways than one… 😳😳

5. What part was the hardest to write? It hasn’t happened yet. The climactic ending is gonna be really trying and long as hell!

8. Did any real people or events inspire any part of it? Nothing real inspired any parts, but I do remember parts of a movie or tv show that looked pretty cool and I thought how could I write this scene to make the reader see what I’m aiming for? And I hope I was able to do that, especially for the action scenes like the lycans running after the reader in chapter 2 or the one Moreau lycan that ran after the reader in chapter 9.

Please keep the asks coming! I love answering questions!!!!

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Succession Chapter 25 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Thank you guys for being so patient!  Enjoy!

Title: Succession Chapter 25

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, the Duke

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (cunnilingus, overstimulation, breast play, jerking off)

Summary:  you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash n a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter 25

The cozy warmth under the covers made you snuggle deeper into the bed.  The fire crackled as Heisenberg added two logs, moving them around with a fire poke.  You took the opportunity to ogle him, your eyes drifting down to his ass hugged nicely in his pants.  Smiling to yourself, you imagined grabbing both ass cheeks as he lay on top of you, his dick bottoming out over and over again into your pussy.

Once Heisenberg was content with the fire, he began making breakfast.  You pulled the blankets up to your neck and watched him toil away in the kitchen.  

Today was a special day.  

It was your birthday…but he didn’t know it.

A small calendar sat on his desk in the work space of his office.  You kept up with the days since you crashed in the village.  Despite your birthday slowly approaching, you didn’t tell Heisenberg.  You hadn’t celebrated since the last of your family died.  And since you didn’t have close friends to shower you with gifts and attention, the day felt like any other day and that was fine with you.

Heisenberg turned around when he heard you toss the covers back and sit up in the bed.  “Good morning, doll face,” he greeted, “breakfast is almost ready…”

You stretched and smiled, looking down at your nude form.  It was warm with the fireplace, but not warm enough to walk around without clothes.  You walked to your dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out a pair of panties and a long sleeved shirt.  The sizzling of eggs in a pan made your stomach growl.

“Okay…I’m gonna use the bathroom,” you said as you walked out the door.  

You did your business and re-entered the living quarters just as Heisenberg set down your plate and a mug of coffee.  He went back to retrieve his food as you sat down in the chair next to his.  “Thank you, Karl,” you murmured, picking up your fork.  He flashed his gorgeous smile as you began eating.

The two of you ate in silence for a while before Heisenberg spoke.  “I have a list of supplies that I need from the Duke…do you think you can get them for me while I’m working?” he asked.

“Sure, that’s fine,” you answered as you ate the last of your breakfast.

“Thank you,” he said, “I’ve hit an unfortunate snag in a new experiment and if I don’t sort it out, I’m fucked!”

You took a sip of coffee, washing down the eggs.  “Anything I can do to help?  I feel bad doing nothing but wandering around the factory, reading, poking around, and doing odd cleaning jobs.  I can be your assistant if you need me…”

Heisenberg chuckled as he looked at you.  “I appreciate the offer, pussycat, but the issues I’m facing are things that only I can fix.  You going to retrieve my items from the Duke helps more than you know.”  He leaned forward and gave you a soft kiss before reaching for his pencil and paper to make his list.

*

The wind was whipping as you pushed open the door to the factory.  One swift gust took your breath away as you stepped out onto the dry, dead grass.  You began your walk down to the gate and saw the back of the Duke’s carriage open.  He sat in his usual spot, taking a cigar and lighting it with a sterling silver lighter.  His eyes fell on you as you opened the gate.

“I must say, Y/N…the days become much brighter when I am able to cast just one glance at your beauty!”

You smiled up at the Duke.  “You are quite the Casanova, aren’t you?” you quipped, reaching up to shake his hand.  

The Duke laughed.  “And what is it that I can do for you today…or for Lord Heisenberg?”

You handed him the list of items Heisenberg wrote out for you.  The Duke scanned the list and reached behind him for an empty burlap sack.  Tossing it to you, he went through the items one by one and pointed to where they were placed on the ground amongst the rest of his wares.  Heisenberg’s list was much longer than it normally was, probably due to the inconvenience he had mentioned at breakfast.

Once you put the last of the items into the bag, you took a sturdy piece of rope and secured the opening.  Shopping at the Duke’s emporium had taken over half an hour.

“Oh, Y/N…I hope you aren’t in a rush,” the Duke began, “I was wondering if you could help me with Raven…”

“Yes, of course!” you said.  It had been a while since you ventured towards the front of the carriage and spent some time with the horse.  The Duke turned around and moved through the carriage towards the front.  You walked around to find Raven facing the bridge.  “Hello, my sweet,” you murmured soothingly, placing your hand softly on the horse’s hip.  She huffed and shook her head from side to side as you walked up to the front of her.  You rubbed your hand up and down her neck, giving her soft pets.

“Here, take this,” the Duke said, extending a large brush, “she is in desperate need of a brushing.  Also, these cold days are giving her joints hell so if you could rub some liniment on her knees…”

You followed the Duke’s directions.  Raven stood still and allowed you to brush her down.  You spent extra time on her mane, making sure it was free of tangles and soft and shiny.  The Duke then handed you a bottle of the liniment as well as a bucket half full of water and a sponge.  He instructed you with how much to pour into the bucket and where on her body you needed to apply the sponge.  

“Thank you very much, Y/N,” the Duke said, “you have helped both myself and Raven…I know she is very grateful for the care you have bestowed upon her…”

“You’re very welcome.  It was a pleasure to spoil her,” you smiled, giving Raven soft pets along the side of her face and neck.  You dumped the water from the bucket and handed it to the Duke, as well as the sponge and liniment bottle.  “Is there anything else I can help you with?” you asked.

“Oh no, I have taken up quite enough of your time already,” the Duke answered, “you run along back to Lord Heisenberg.  Oh, and by the way…happy birthday, Y/N…”

The smile you had given to the Duke fell away and was replaced with sudden shock.  “Wha…how did you know?”

“Lord Heisenberg informed me last week…”

Heisenberg?  But how did he know?  And why didn’t he say anything this morning?  You were certain you hadn’t told him of your birthday.  Looking back up at the Duke’s smiling face, he gestured back towards the factory.

“Run along, Y/N…I think I’ve bought Lord Heisenberg enough time…”

“What?  Enough time?  What does that mean?”

“You’ll see…”

You looked back towards the monstrous building, wondering what Heisenberg had up his sleeve.  With a surge of adrenaline and brewing excitement, you broke into a run.  You cleared the gate before stopping short.  The bag of items!  Turning around quickly, you ran back, swooped up the heavy burlap sack, and rushed back up the trail.  The loud echo of the Duke’s laughter followed you all the way back to the sliding doors.

You walked quickly through the hallways towards Heisenberg’s quarters.  Your mind was spinning with questions about what he was doing that would warrant the Duke’s help with creating a diversion.

Your heart was racing as you slowed your steps.  Turning down another corridor, you walked towards the room.  “Karl?” you called out, your voice shaky from nervous apprehension.  You tightened your grip on the burlap sack as you stopped at the doorway, peering inside.

Candles sat amongst every flat surface of Heisenberg’s quarters…on the counter in the kitchen, on the table, on the two dressers that housed yours and his clothing, and the two nightstands on either side of the bed.  The fire was still going in the hearth.  And standing next to the large table was Karl Heisenberg.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he said.  His eyes gleamed in the candlelight and a soft smile was on his face.  On the tabletop next to him stood a glass vase with flowers and a small box with a bow.

“I…how…how did you know today was my birthday?” you asked in disbelief, dropping the sack of Heisenberg’s supplies on the floor.  You slowly walked to him, your eyes moving around the room, the candlelight making the shadows dance on the walls.

Heisenberg chuckled as his hands went to your hips, pulling you against him.  He smiled down at you, mischief dancing in his eyes.  “I looked at your date of birth when I saw your driver’s license amongst your bags in the crash,” he answered, “the date stuck in my mind since I noticed it wasn’t too far away…as you and I got closer, I knew I wanted to do something special for you…”

“Karl…” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes.  You pressed your hands to his chest and moved them up to his shoulders.  He lowered his lips to yours, kissing you softly.

This was the nicest, most charming, and most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for you.  The candles, the flowers…and just being with Heisenberg…there was nothing else you wanted for your birthday than that.

His left hand pressed to your lower back, pulling your body closer to him as his right hand went to the back of your head.  You moaned softly as he opened your lips with his and pushed his tongue inside your mouth.  Your tongue met his as your arms wrapped around his neck.  Before you could stop yourself, you lifted your right leg and moved to wrap it around his waist, arching your body against him wantonly.  Heisenberg broke the kiss with a laugh.

“Hold on, doll face,” he smiled, “before we go down that route…I want you to open your present…”

You put your foot back to the floor as you followed his gaze down to the small box sitting on the table.  “Karl,” you marveled, “you didn’t have to get me anything…to be quite honest, I’m still surprised that you found out and went to all this trouble…it’s really so amazing…”

Heisenberg smiled and sat you down on the chair, him sitting in the one next to you.  He reached over for the small box.  “The Duke gave me the box…but what’s inside I made myself…”

You looked into his eyes as you took the box from his outstretched hand.  He made you something?  You were once again bowled over by the thoughtful gesture.  Smiling, unable to wait another second, you lifted off the top and peered inside…

…and your heart stopped.

Sitting on a soft pile of billowy cotton was a silver chain necklace…and on the end of the chain sat a metal cog in the shape of a heart.

“I melded the cog…” Heisenberg said, “...smoothed it and shaped it into a heart.  Duke sold me the silver chain…”

A soft sob slipped from your mouth as tears rolled down your cheeks.  You lifted the necklace with your fingers and looked down at it, the chain dangling from your hand.  It was beautiful…smooth to the touch and completely unique.  There was nobody on this planet that had what you were holding in that moment.  It was yours…and it was created by the man you loved.

“Oh, Karl…” you cried, dropping the box to the table, the necklace still in your hand.  You crawled onto Heisenberg’s lap, straddling his legs.  Your lips fused to his, kissing him passionately.  His arms went around your body and held you to him tightly as he returned the kiss with equal passion.  Your tears dripped off your chin and onto the front of his shirt as you pressed your body to his.  When you broke the kiss, the both of you were gasping for air.  “I absolutely love it,” you marveled, looking down at it in your hands once again, “and I love you.  I had no idea today would turn out like this.  It’s such an amazing surprise…”

“I might not be able to take you to a nice restaurant and to a five star show at the local theatre, but I do have a few ideas on how to celebrate your special day…”  Heisenberg plucked the necklace from your hand and unclasped it.  He circled it around your neck and secured it at the nape, his fingers smoothing back over the chain, moving down to where the heart sat in the center of your chest.  “...and the plan is making sure you wear this necklace for the rest of the day…and nothing else…”

Arousal shot straight down to your belly as Heisenberg stood to his feet, gripping your thighs on either side of his body.  You let out a girlish giggle as your legs wrapped around his waist.  He walked to the bed and lowered you amongst the sheets, his lips back on yours.

You grabbed at the buttons on the front of his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one while your tongue tangled with his.  He chuckled against your mouth when you untucked his shirt from his pants and shoved it down his arms.  He sat up on his knees and threw the shirt to the floor, pulling his undershirt over his head.  You removed your shirt and threw it to the side, your breasts bare underneath.

“God damn, I love your tits,” he growled, leaning down and grabbing them with both hands.  His mouth devoured one before going to the other, kissing, nibbling, and tonguing your nipples.  You tilted your head back amongst the sheets and moaned loudly, your fingers sinking into his back.  Heisenberg’s mouth worshipped your breasts, kissing every inch of flesh.

“Karl, I’m so fucking wet…” you moaned, looking down at his tongue sliding circles around a nipple.  His gaze looked up at you and with a smile, he bit down, making you shout.

“Good,” he said, “because my next present is to bury my face in your cunt and not resurface until I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve made you cum…”

Your eyes widened as he unzipped your jeans and hooked his fingers into them and your panties.  He pulled them down your legs, stopping only to remove your shoes and socks.  You sat up on your elbows, your chest rising and falling quickly, as Heisenberg ripped the remainder of your clothes from your body and let them fall to the floor.

You crawled backwards on the bed, but were halted by his hand wrapping around your ankle.  He swiftly spread your thighs, locked eyes with yours, and with a mischievous grin, dove into your pussy.

His tongue licked at your opening, lapping your wetness into his mouth.  His hands moved underneath both legs and gripped both thighs, holding you wide open.  Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned loudly.  Using momentum from your elbows, you pushed into his face, meeting his eager tongue.

“Oh fuck, Karl!” you squealed, watching his mouth do unspeakable things to your cunt, all while his dark and dangerous eyes stayed on your face.  You bit down on your lower lip, never taking your gaze off of his.  “Don’t stop…oh god, your mouth feels so good on my pussy…please, Karl…”

He growled as his lips clamped down on your clit, sucking wildly.  An obscene shout tore from your throat as his mouth made that familiar euphoria rise through your body.  Your thighs trembled on either side of his face as you bucked your hips.  Still keeping his eyes on you, he flicked his tongue rapidly over your clit, his cock rock hard at how loud you yelled, the ecstasy painted across your face.

“I’m gonna cum, Karl…oh fuck, I’m almost there…” you panted, moving your right hand to fist his hair.  He moaned loudly as he sucked you harder.  Your orgasm was ferocious when it broke the surface unexpectedly.  You screamed Heisenberg’s name, grinding against his face as he prolonged your release with his consummate mouth.  Your heart hammered in your chest as your orgasm relented onward, showing no signs of ending.

“KARL…KARL…OH GOD I CAN’T STOP CUMMING!!” you screamed, falling back onto the bed.  Both of your hands went to his head, holding tight in his hair as your hips continued to buck against his face.  His left arm went across your hips and held you down as his right hand moved downwards and into his pants.

You looked down and saw Heisenberg pull his dick out and begin jerking off roughly.  Your pupils were blown and you were so far gone from any polite manners or niceties.  “Fuck me, Karl…put your cock inside of me…cum inside of me…”

Heisenberg shook his head as he continued sucking your swollen clit.  “Oh, no, pussycat…” he panted once he tore his mouth from you, “...I told you that I’m gonna eat this pussy until you can’t remember your name…but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna get off as well…” And with that, his mouth was back on your cunt, licking, kissing, and sucking you as he beat off.

You growled in frustration and pleasure as you fell back amongst the pillows, arching and writhing on the bed.  Heisenberg’s amazing mouth devoured you and drank down your wetness.  Your hips bucked as a thin sheen of sweat broke out across your skin.

Heisenberg made you cum two more times before you thought you would pass out from overstimulation.  You tried pulling at his hair, but he was too strong, his mouth never leaving your pussy.  You tried crawling backwards and bucking him off you, but he kept a firm grip on your hips.  It was quite impressive how one arm was slung over your body and could keep you immobile while he continued to jerk off.

“KARL!” you squealed, running your fingers through your own hair, “OH FUCK I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE!! I’M SO SENSITIVE!  I’M GONNA PASS OUT! KARL, PLEASE!!!” He laughed loudly against you, his tongue licking back and forth between your pussy lips.

“Well…” he grinned, looking up at you, “...I guess I can give you a few moments of rest…seeing as it’s your birthday and all…give me one more orgasm, doll face…”

Your body trembled and you moaned in frustration as Heisenberg’s mouth continued with the exquisite torture.  He fisted his cock and thrusted his hips into his hand, waiting for you to cum before he shot his load into the sheets.  The way you bowed up against his face and writhed on his bed was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his long life and he was seconds from cumming.

He licked your clit thoroughly, watching as your mouth dropped open.  “I’m almost there…oh fuck, Karl…I’m almost there…cum with me….cum with me….OOOOH GOD KARL FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!” Your body shook with a mind numbing orgasm just as Heisenberg roared against your pussy, his cum shooting onto the bed.

Both of you struggled to catch your breath.  Heisenberg rested his head against your inner thigh, chuckling to himself.  You were beyond exhausted, your head on your pillow as your chest rose and fell.

“That was…oh wow…” you marveled.  Heisenberg smiled and laid a kiss on your thigh before crawling up your body.  He wrapped his arms around you and rolled you both onto your sides, the both of you face to face.  He kissed you deeply, taking your breath away once again.

“You’ve got fifteen minutes to rest, birthday girl,” Heisenberg whispered, “and then I’m back down there…”

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Succession Chapter 24 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 24

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (primal kink, knife kink, sexy hide and seek, cat-and-mouse, fingering, P in V, creampie, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter 24

“I am so bored!!” you proclaimed as you let your book fall shut.

Heisenberg lifted his gaze and turned his head to look back at you.  He was bent over a body lying on one of the steel lab tables, his focus on breaking open its ribcage in order to remove the heart.  You didn’t ask Heisenberg for specifics with his autopsies and experiments...the less you knew, the better.  The mere thought of the morning you sat in Moreau’s laboratory as he worked on the body that eventually rose up and tried to kill you still made you shudder.

“You are, huh? Wanna help me?  You can always wrap up the body’s organs and dispose of them...or be my personal assistant and hold open the chest cavity as I install the controls,” he offered with a hint of humor in his voice.

You scrunched your nose, your face showing your disgust.  “No, thank you,” you groaned, standing to your feet.  You removed your long sleeved shirt and tossed it on the table, a black halter top underneath.  You also wore a pair of jeans with your favorite pair of shoes. Heisenberg’s focus went back to the body as you lifted your hands in the air.  You reached towards the ceiling, going up to your tiptoes.   Moving your body to the right and to the left, you breathed deeply through the stretches, letting your head roll from side to side, relieving the muscles in your neck.

Heisenberg had been working hard in his lab for almost six hours.  Once you two finished eating lunch, he left you in his quarters to read and nap.  You also busied yourself with cleaning his shower and bathtub as well as sweeping the floor.  When that was done, you grabbed your book and walked around the factory, looking for a warm place.  There was a table and chair next to a steel walkway overlooking a vat of hot liquid.  It glowed orange and red as if you were watching lava inside a volcano.  It proved to be a nice place to keep warm and listen to the churning of the large steel machines as you read.  After a few hours, you got up and continued to walk down corridors, down flights of stairs, and eventually found yourself in Heisenberg’s lab.  He greeted you with a swift peck on the lips before you sat across the room from him.

He didn’t mind your presence.  When you were around, even if you were reading and he was wrist deep in viscera, he was happy.  He looked over at you lost in your story and smiled.  As you turned page after page, he worked on his soldats, jotted notes in his papers, and made audio recordings of his findings.  You smiled and chuckled to yourself whenever something went right or he reached a breakthrough.  His recordings must have been littered with spurts of chaotic laughter when he felt accomplished or riddled with curses when something fell flat.  It made you giddy; everything he did made you fall more and more in love with him.

“Are you done yet?” you asked once you finished stretching, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, “let’s do something…”

Heisenberg huffed as he pulled his latex gloved hands out of the body’s sternum.  “You whine like a brat sometimes, you know that?” he muttered.

You smirked, stepped back, and stomped your foot, further proving his observation.  “Karl…” you whined with extra emphasis, “I’m bored!  I’m bored, Karl, please play with me…”

He froze in place for several seconds before slowly lifting his head.  You felt the electricity in his body; it was palpable.  You didn’t know if you hit a nerve or excited him.  You took a step back as he slowly turned around, pulling his latex gloves off one by one.  He dropped them onto the small table next to him and went for his black leather gloves, pulling them on.

“You want to play, do you?” Heisenberg asked.  It made your heart skip a beat when you saw his mouth curve into a dark smile.  His sunglasses shielded his eyes and you were unable to see the primal and dangerous look he was giving you.  You took another step backwards as he took another step forward.  “Well then, pussycat...what do you say we play a game of hide and seek…”

You inhaled in surprise when you felt your ass hit the table you had just been sitting at, the piece of furniture stopping your retreat.  Heisenberg continued to smile as he stepped in front of you.  “Hide and seek?” you asked, your voice meek and squeaky.

He laughed as his gloved hands went to your arms, squeezing gently before sliding up to your shoulders.  “Yes,” he answered, his hands moving along your shoulders and coming to a stop at your neck.  His fingers wrapped around your neck as his thumbs caressed back and forth along your jaw.  You visibly shivered as you gripped the edge of the table.  His body tilted over you, his hips pressing to yours, his erection evident in his trousers.  “I will give you ten minutes to hide somewhere in this factory.  After that time, I will come find you...and when I find you...I will fuck you…”

A heavy rush of air slid from your throat as his fingers slightly tightened around your neck.  You moaned softly as you pushed your groin against his.  He already had you so desperate for his cock...how were you supposed to keep your wits about you and find a place to hide in such a small amount of time?  This arousing and dirty cat-and-mouse game he concocted made your pulse race so fast that you knew he could feel it on either side of your neck.

“So what do you say, my love?  Are you in or are you out?”

Your tongue slid along your lips and you smiled.  “I’m in…”

“Good…” he chuckled.  He released your neck, his lips hovering over yours, and whispered one word: “...run.”

*

You bolted down the hallway and up the nearest set of stairs, an excited smile on your face.  In the last three weeks, you felt like you learned and discovered most of the factory.  There were so many twists and turns in the place.  Most of the rooms were vacant with dusty tables and chairs.  The possibilities of finding a terrific hiding spot were endless.

“Run, run, little pussycat…”

You gasped when you heard Heisenberg’s disembodied voice sounding from overhead.  You looked up at the corner of the hallway and found one of the stereo horns.  How was he able to go over the PA system when he was down in the bottom floor, you thought, but then remembered that his electromagnetic ability allowed him to tap into the PA system from wherever he was in the factory.  His deep voice flowed as you stopped to listen.

“You have eight minutes until I come looking for you, Y/N.  Do you think you can find somewhere to hide in that amount of time?”

You smirked and turned to rush to the nearest door, opening it wide.  The room was dark but bare with no place for you to hide.  Shutting the door, you ran around the corner and down another corridor.

“I can practically smell your delectable little cunt.  Oh, what should I do first once I’ve found you?  I have a few ideas brewing in my perverted mind…”

A soft moan rushed from your mouth as you entered a large office and circled towards the back of a metal desk.  You thought of crouching underneath, but a decomposing rat lay on the floor.  Pushing that idea aside, you darted out the room and across the hall.  Room after room showed nothing in terms of good hiding places.

“I can see it now...shoving you face first against the wall...ripping your panties clean off your body...and getting on my knees to eat that delicious pussy from behind…”

You pressed your lips together and felt your clit pulse at the thought of Heisenberg eating you out from behind.  His tongue made you insane by the time he was finished performing cunnilingus.  And that in addition to his fingers shoving in and out of your opening made you cum in record time.  He continued to speak as you ran up another set of stairs.

“Or perhaps throwing you over my shoulder, taking you back to my lab, and placing you onto one of my lab tables.  I could fasten your wrists and ankles down and overstimulate that sweet body...making you cum again and again, countless times until you are begging me to stop.  Or not allowing you to cum at all!  I’ll tease you, keep you right on the very edge...and not let you cum.  I’ll spend hours edging you, watching as tears slide down your face and you beg me for release… Maybe that will teach you to not disrupt me while I’m working...you naughty, naughty little pussycat…”

“God dammit, Karl,” you moaned as you entered a large room.  Chains hung from overhead.  Boxes and crates were stacked along the far wall.  A long table with a tan tarp hung over the sides, the edges of the tarp touching the floor.  A perfect hiding place.  You lifted the tarp and looked underneath.  Apart from some dust and dirt, it was clean.  You climbed underneath and waited.

“Your ten minutes are up, doll face,” Heisenberg’s voice echoed through the speakers, “ready or not, here I come…”

You curled up on your knees and elbows under the table and listened for Heisenberg’s footsteps to come down the hallway.  Giddiness churned in your belly.  You felt like you were 8 years old again, playing hide and seek with the neighborhood kids.  Of course, this game held more erotic consequences than simply being tagged out.

Fifteen minutes passed before you heard the steady beat of work boots walking down the hallway.  You pressed your hands over your mouth, your excitement and nerves increasing.  Your heartbeat pumped in your chest as you heard his feet stop periodically to look down walkways and into other rooms.  His steps continued closer until he crossed the threshold into your hiding room.

You held your breath, staying absolutely still as he moved around the area.  The tarp was heavy and you were unable to see through it.  With only your sense of hearing, you struggled to place exactly where he was in the room.  You could hear him approaching the table and moving towards the left of it.  Oh no, you thought determinedly, I’m not getting caught this easily.  

As quietly as you could, you slid to the right and began slipping out the other side of the table.  You moved slowly in case the tarp made any noise.  Little by little, you made it out the other side, gently lowering the covering to the floor.  Just as everything went still, you heard Heisenberg lift the other side of the tarp, looking underneath.  He let out a disgruntled humph.

As you sat on your knees and elbows, straining to hear his next move, you looked over at the open doorway.  The thought of escape crossed your mind.  If you ran fast enough, you could exit the room, escape down the hall and turn this hide and seek game into a game of chase.

Before you could move, Heisenberg’s arms wrapped around your body.  You let out a shrill scream as he pulled you off the floor and held you tight to him.  His hot breath was in your ear as he grunted and chuckled.

“Found you…” he purred.

You let out a gleeful laugh as Heisenberg whirled you around in his arms.  Without much effort, he lifted you off your feet and set your ass down on the table.  His mouth closed over yours with a growl.

Knocking his hat off his head, you ran your fingers through his graying hair.  Your mind went hazy at the feel of his tongue shoving into your mouth.  His arms pulled your body close to his as your legs wrapped around his waist.

His lips kissed along your cheek and stopped at your ear.  A low, dangerous growl settled in his throat and had goosebumps rising on every inch of your skin.  “Oh, what am I going to do with you?” he asked gruffly, his lips closing over the flesh at your neck.  You tossed your head back and moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.  He continued sucking on your neck, his gloved hands moving up and down your back, coming to rest on your ass.  His hands gripped you and hauled you against him, his hard cock straining against his zipper.

“Karl…” you whimpered as you pushed his trench coat off his shoulders.  He let it fall to the floor and pressed his hands back on your ass.  His mouth was still on your neck, sucking and biting hard.  It was evident that he wanted to mark you.  Every time you looked in the mirror, you would see the bruise he was determined to leave on your skin.  You knew he was claiming you, making sure you knew just who you belonged to.

“Hold on tight,” he growled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you away from the table.  Your arms and legs held tight to his body as he walked towards a darkened area in the room.

“What are you…” you started to ask as Heisenberg pulled your arms away and lifted them straight up in the air.  Cold metal snapped around each wrist and you let out a surprised shriek.  You looked up to see one of the chains was hanging overhead...and on the end of the chain, wrapped around your wrists, were a pair of metal restraints.  

“Unwrap your legs.  Put your feet to the floor,” he instructed.  He held you firmly to him, not letting you go, as you placed one foot after the other on the floor.  You were able to stand on the balls of your feet.  “Do the cuffs hurt your wrists?” he asked, “are you comfortable hanging from them?”

You swallowed hard and nodded your head.  “Yes,” you moaned.  He smiled and removed his sunglasses, securing them on the top button of his shirt.

“Good,” he said, his right hand cupping your chin, “I told you what I was going to do when I found you.  You’re mine to do with what I want...understand?”

You bit your lower lip as your heartbeat surged in your chest.  “Yes, sir,” you answered.

“Good girl.  But you know at any moment if it is too much, you tell me and we will stop.  If the cuffs hurt, if what I’m doing hurts...tell me…”

His face hovered inches from yours as you looked up into his intense gaze.  You smiled up at him.  He returned the smile, released your chin, and extended his hand towards the right side of the room.  It happened so fast that you only witnessed it from your peripheral vision.  A metal box cutter flew through the air and into the waiting grip of Heisenberg.  He lifted it towards your face and you watched as he pushed the button upwards, the sharp edge becoming visible.  Your eyes never left his face as he slowly cut the straps from your halter top.  The fabric fell around your waist, showing Heisenberg your breasts.

He dropped the box cutter to the ground, leaning forward and pressing deep kisses along each breast, his tongue flicking each nipple.  You tilted your head back and whimpered as he moved to his knees in front of you.  He removed your shoes, socks, and jeans, leaving you in only your panties.

“God damn, pussycat,” Heisenberg murmured as he looked up your body.  Seeing you suspended from the cuffs, barely able to stand on the balls of your feet… “You have no idea what you are in for…”

He lifted your right leg and placed your thigh on his shoulder.  His gloved hands moved up each outer thigh as he slowly kissed up your inner thigh.

“Karl…” you whimpered, your body swaying back and forth.

His tongue thoroughly licked your flesh, his beard rough and his lips soft.  His mouth moved to your panties over your soaked pussy.  Taking a deep inhale, he groaned under his breath.  “You smell like pure fucking sin…” he marveled, his tongue darting out to lick you over your panties.

Your hips had a mind of their own, relentlessly pushing against his face, wanting more and more of his tongue.  His hands went to your ass cheeks and squeezed hard.  He teased and tormented you with his mouth.  Your fingers gripped the chain and held on tight.

“Please, Karl...take my panties off...I want your tongue inside of me…” you pleaded as you looked down at him.  His gaze locked on to yours as his tongue swirled over your panties.  He was loving every single second of teasing you.  A strangled whimper escaped your mouth as he suddenly pulled his tongue from you and stood to his feet.  You stomped your foot impatiently and Heisenberg laughed at your little tantrum.

“Such a brat,” he said, walking around your body, pressing up closely behind you.  You tried to turn towards him, but his hands kept you still.  He moved his right hand to your stomach, keeping his left hand on your hip.  Painfully, torturously slowly, Heisenberg moved his right hand downwards and pushed it down the front of your panties.

“Fuck, Karl…” you cried out feeling his leather fingers sliding over your clit.  His left hand shot up to the back of your head and gripped your hair, holding your head firmly in place.  Your eyes widened as he growled in your ear.

“Don’t tell me that this doesn’t drive you crazy,” he muttered, circling his fingers again and again, “you love it when I rub your clit.  You cum every time I rub this sensitive little spot…”  You released an anguished moan as you tried to buck against his hand.  He watched your body wriggle and writhe, his cock so rock hard, he thought he would cum simply from watching you.  “How badly do you want me, pussycat?  Tell me…”

He kept his grip in your hair; you were unable to turn your head let alone your body.  You wanted to look up into his eyes and beg and plead for him.  Whatever he wanted, you would give it to him if he would just let you cum.  He was keeping the filthy promises he had said over the PA system.

“I want you so badly, Karl...please fuck me...I want to cum on your cock...I’ll do whatever you want…”

He laughed as he pulled his hand from your panties.  “Bad, bad girl…” he marveled, taking his hand and pressing his gloved fingers to your lips.  “Lick yourself off...then I’ll consider fucking you…”  Your fiery gaze stayed on his as you opened your mouth.  Heisenberg watched your tongue swirl around, cleaning his fingers.  His cock throbbed in his trousers as he watched you.  “God damn…” he moaned, pulling his fingers away from you.  He took a step back, never taking his eyes off you.  He pulled the sunglasses off his shirt as well as the items around his neck.  Letting them drop to the floor, he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall down his arms.  His undershirt was next until his naked torso was on display...his eyes never leaving yours the entire time.

Heisenberg took a step towards you as he pulled off his belt, casting it aside.  Both his hands went to your thighs and pulled your legs around his waist.  The second your skin connected with his, your body was on autopilot.  You with your panties and Heisenberg with his trousers...the two of you began grinding like a couple of horny teenagers.  The two of you craved movement, friction...anything to prolong the incredible feeling.

You gripped the chains and gyrated against him, your legs holding him tight to you.  Heisenberg growled and groaned against your lips, his fingers sinking deep into your ass cheeks.  “Y/N…” he mumbled, “how the fuck do you do this to me?  I’m strong, powerful, immortal...a fucking god...but only you can bring me to my fucking knees.”

Tears stung your eyes as you held his gaze.  “Karl...I love you…” you whimpered, “...all I want is you.  There’s nothing you could do to make me want you any more or less than I already do…”

Unable to control himself longer, he tore your panties completely off your body.  You released a satisfied cry as he fumbled with his zipper, shoving his pants down enough to free his cock.  Using your legs around his body as leverage, you lifted up and over his dick, Heisenberg’s hand pushing himself inside of you.

The two of you shouted and yelled as you bounced on his cock.  He buried his face between your breasts as he licked the beads of sweat sliding down your skin.

“Fuck me!  Oh god, Karl, fuck me harder!  Harder...oh fuck!!!” you shouted as you tossed your head back.  Heisenberg’s hands were splayed over your back, holding you close.  Your sweat mixed with his as you continued to shout and moan in ecstasy.

“Your pussy is amazing...so fucking tight...you clench around me like a fucking vise…” he growled, pressing his mouth to yours.  Your tongue circled with his.  He pulled back just enough to nibble your lower lip with his teeth.  “Cum on my cock, Y/N…” he commanded as his hips slapped against yours.  

“Karl...Karl...oh fuck, Karl….please don’t stop…” you squealed.  Heisenberg’s left arm held you tight as he moved his right hand between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit.  He licked and kissed along your neck as he barreled his prick into you, pressing and rubbing your clit wildly.

“KARL!!!” you screamed as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.  Your climax shook you violently as your cunt milked him.

“OH FUCK, Y/N...FUCK!!!” he roared, his arms squeezing you tight.  He came hard as his lips fastened to the flesh of your neck, shouting loudly.  Your body trembled against him, your legs weak.

With the flick of his fingers, your cuffs unfastened and you fell against him, your arms hanging weightless over his shoulders.  “I’ve got you,” he said reassuringly.  As he walked towards a metal chair, he squatted down and retrieved his trenchcoat, still holding you effortlessly.  He sat in the chair with you straddling his lap.  You shivered and nuzzled against him as he took his coat and wrapped it around you.  “It’s okay…” he continued, circling his arms around you, holding you close, and rubbing his hands up and down your back as you came down from your orgasm.

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Succession Chapter 26 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 26

Characters: Karl Heisenberg/female reader

Rating: NC-17 for language and sex (girl on top, breast play, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*, creampie)

Word Count: ~1500

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter 26

“Why were you on that plane, Y/N?” Heisenberg asked.  

“What?” you murmured sleepily, lifting a hand to rub one of your eyes.  You were on the brink of unconsciousness when his question woke you up.  

The candles that he placed around the room for your birthday were dying out one by one, the room getting darker and darker.  After two hours of him getting you off with his mouth, with some rest time in between, he finally relented and the two of you relaxed on the bed.  Heisenberg had the pillows propped behind him, leaning back against the iron railings of the headboard.  His legs were spread and you were lying between them, your back to his front.  The two of you were both naked with sheets and blankets giving you warmth.

“The plane,” he repeated, his fingers coasting up and down your arms, his chin nuzzling into your hair, “why were you on the plane?  You said you were on a flight to Moldova…what is waiting for you there?”

“I was claiming an inheritance,” you answered softly, “there was a distant relative…my great uncle, apparently.  He was my grandmother’s long lost brother.  He died…didn’t have any family.  A lawyer called and said I was the only remaining person in his lineage, so the money he had went to me…”

“Wow…” Heisenberg said, pressing his lips to your hair, “...your grandmother never told you about him?  Did your parents know?”

“If my mother did, she never told me,” you answered, “both of my parents are dead as are my grandparents…”

Heisenberg was quiet for a moment.  His hands stilled on your body.  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.  You simply hummed and nodded, your fingers rubbing back and forth across your thighs.  One final question lingered in Heisenberg’s mind.  He didn’t know the exact appropriate way to ask it, but he needed to know the answer.  It was eating away at him ever since he first admitted his feelings to himself and to you.

“So when all of this is over,” he began, “when I finish building my army, when I take down Miranda…and you’re safe…will you collect your inheritance and return home?”

You turned your head to look back at Heisenberg, the rest of your body moving as well.  You sat up and looked into his eyes.  His hands left your body, resting on either side of him on the bed.  He waited for your response.  The look in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen in them before.  He was vulnerable and unprotected emotionally.  He wanted your honesty, but feared it as well.

“There’s nothing for me back home,” you answered, “everyone is gone.  I don’t have any close friends and no family.  I was actually going to bring this up eventually, but when I get my inheritance…that is, unless they think I’m dead and the government has taken it already…I want to come back and be with you…if you want me here…”

Heisenberg’s eyes stayed locked on yours as his hands lifted to cup your face.  One thumb caressed your cheek as the other slid back and forth over your lower lip.  “Your home is here now…with me.  I’m your family…just as you are my family.  We’re both alone in the world, pussycat.  We have been wandering aimlessly through this life…but now we found each other.  For the longest time, I didn’t give a fuck about anything and anyone.  Miranda…the other siblings…I tolerated them, but I didn’t care about any of them.  I’ve kept to myself most of my life.  When you came along, it’s like you cracked my soul open and crawled inside.  You held a piece of me that I didn’t know was missing.  You’re here with me now, and I’m never letting you go…”

Emotion swelled in your throat and you teared up listening to Heisenberg.  You never considered yourself a sappy, dopey romantic, but every word he spoke was exactly what you had longed to hear.  Loneliness had become such a constant that you had forgotten how much it hurt.  But with Heisenberg, you were happier than you had ever been.  He was as much a part of you as you were of him.

You moved to straddle his lap as he pressed his lips to yours.  His hands cupped your head as your fingers tangled in his hair.  The two of you moaned softly as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.  Feeling his tongue delve deep and slide against yours turned you on immensely.  Heisenberg chuckled low in his throat as your lips closed around his tongue, sucking softly.

“You turn me on so fucking much,” he growled, his hands moving to your hips.  You smiled as his fingers gripped your flesh.  He pushed his hips upwards and you felt his cock stirring beneath you.  Wetness slipped from your entrance as Heisenberg leaned forward and sucked on your neck.

“Oh, fuck…” you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed.  His teeth grazed over your skin as he continued his assault.  Your hips moved back and forth on top of him, feeling his prick get harder and harder.  His hands moved up your back and pulled you close.  Your skin pressed to his as the two of you gyrated against each other on the bed.

“I can’t get enough of you, pussycat,” Heisenberg grunted, his tongue licking over the area where his mouth once sat, “this amazing body…your soft skin…your tight cunt…oh fuck, Y/N…”

You reached between your bodies and moved his cock to your pussy, slowly pushing the tip inside.  Before Heisenberg had a chance to react, you sunk your hips down.

As every inch of him disappeared inside of you, Heisenberg fell back against the pillows and let out a strangled curse.  You smiled and started to bounce your hips, your skin slapping rhythmically against his.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N…oh god dammit, you’re gonna kill me, you know that?” he moaned, moving his hands back to your hips.  He held on tight as you pressed your hands to his chest, bracing yourself as you rode his dick.

“Do you like it when I take charge like this?” you asked, biting your lower lip.  A sly smile spread on Heisenberg’s face as his body rolled and arched under yours.

“Doll face, you can do whatever you want to me,” he laughed, “use my cock, ride my face, shove my head down between your legs…fucking put me wherever you want me…oh my fucking god, you are incredible…”

You tossed your head back and went from bouncing over his length to grinding on top.  Your sensitive clit rubbed back and forth over the skin of his groin.  You settled down further, desperate for more friction.  Heisenberg’s fingers dug deeper into your hips.  Your fingers clawed at his pecs.  It was a high you wanted to chase until you toppled over the edge.

Heisenberg wrapped his arms around you and pressed his face between your breasts.  He held on tight as you began bouncing again.  Your face nuzzled his long hair as his mouth traveled from one breast to the other, licking, sucking, and nibbling.

“Fuck!  Your skin tastes amazing!  Oh god, baby, I would lick every inch of your skin…” he moaned, gripping your breasts in his hands.

“Karl…oh fuck, Karl…you feel so fucking good…” you screamed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

As the two of you gyrated and trembled against each other, you clenched your pussy walls around his cock as firmly as you could.  You held on tightly.  You felt desperate for every inch of him…his cock and his body.  Despite being pressed so close, you still felt so far away.  Heisenberg felt the exact same way.  He held your body, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

“I love you, Y/N…” he groaned, “...you’re mine…and I’m yours…I’m never letting you go…never…”

Your heart ached as your orgasm began racing towards the finish line.  You pulsed your walls around his dick, swiveling your hips and rotating one direction and another.  Heisenberg’s hot breath panted against your neck as he got closer and closer to cumming.

“Don’t stop, Y/N…keep going…oh fuck, I wanna cum in you again…cum on my cock, pussycat…cum on my fucking cock!” he moaned.

“Karl!” you shouted, lifting your face towards the ceiling, “I love you…I love you…oh god, I’m cumming….I’m cumming!!!!”

Heisenberg held you tightly as he shot his cum inside of you, his roaring grunts muffled into your skin.  Your body quivered and quaked as you held him against you, cumming in waves around him.

He fell back amongst the pillows, pulling you with him.  He pressed your face against his chest, smoothing his hands along your hair.  “You’re so fucking beautiful…oh fuck…so fucking gorgeous,” Heisenberg panted, struggling to catch his breath.  You nuzzled his chest with your nose.  His cock continued to twitch inside of you.  Your heart hammered in your chest.

“Don’t ever leave me, Karl…” you pleaded, “I need you…I love you…”

“Never,” he promised, “I meant what I said…it’s you and me…nobody else…”

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Succession Chapter 21 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 21

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*, and creampie)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter 21

Once you locked the sliding doors and sounded the alarm, you rushed to Heisenberg’s living quarters to begin with the surprise.  You placed the poultry and meat into the refrigerator and put the bottle of Asbach Uralt on the table.  Two brandy snifters were on the upper shelf of the cabinet.  You grabbed those and placed them on either side of the bottle of liquor.  You removed  the toiletries and other things you had in the sack and put them with the rest of your belongings.  The remainder of supplies Heisenberg had on his list stayed in the sack and sat on the floor beside the table.  Heisenberg would know where he wanted them.

Rifling through your suitcases, you found the black dress you had packed for your trip to Moldova, the one you had planned to wear when signing the inheritance documents.  A momentary pang of disappointment rose in your heart.  The money you were poised to receive would have been much needed.  What would happen to the money if you didn’t claim it?  Mr. Dathermi said you were the sole heir.  The Moldovan government would surely swoop in and take it.  Perhaps you could talk with Heisenberg and the two of you could make the trip once he vanquished Mother Miranda.

You laid the dress on the bed, smoothing it out to remove the wrinkles.  You retrieved the black two-inch heels that you packed to go along with the dress.  Any other pair higher than two inches would’ve caused you to break your neck.  Heels weren’t your friend.

Grabbing two clean towels, you opened the shower door and ran the water until it came out hot.  You washed your hair, shaved, and washed with a floral scented body wash.  Hopefully after Heisenberg filled up on his favorite meal and favorite brandy, he would want to throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out.  Knowing that man and his insatiable sexual appetite, you were betting he would.

After stepping out of the shower, you picked up the piece of paper the Duke gave you with the ingredients and directions for Tochitura de Pui.  You read over everything as you dried off, remembering certain notes and tips the Duke said about the meal.  Your stomach did nervous flip flops.  You hoped that you would be able to make Heisenberg’s favorite dinner correctly.  It would be mortifying if it didn’t turn out well.

You pulled on your panties, dress, and shoes.  The dress was tight so a bra was not needed.  After styling your hair, applying your makeup, and putting on a few pieces of jewelry, you checked the time.  The clock read 4pm.  You didn’t know when Heisenberg would return, but the preparation would take a few hours.  

Jumping to your feet, you collected the pots and pans.  The Duke also gave you a small bag of rice and some asparagus to pair with the meat.  You placed both sides into small pots on the back burners of the stove.  While they slowly simmered, you cooked the chicken and meat in two pans.  You measured the rest of the ingredients and followed the directions of the recipe down to the letter.  Everything looked and smelled fantastic.  You could see why this was Heisenberg’s favorite meal.

A few hours later, Heisenberg lifted up the elevator door and marched across the steel walkway.  Once he opened the heavy metal door, the enticing aroma hit him.  His stomach began growling almost immediately.  Tochitura de Pui...a meal he hadn’t cooked for himself in several years.

His footsteps increased in speed as he turned the corner and began marching towards his room.  You heard him and an excited surge of nerves churned in your body.  Rushing to the table, you opened the bottle of brandy and poured the alcohol into the glasses.  He walked through the doorway as you turned with the snifters in your hands.

“Surprise!” you smiled.  

Heisenberg could not believe his eyes.  His favorite meal was marinating on the stove and the woman he loved was standing before him with two glasses of brandy and looking like a goddamn knockout.  He smiled as he removed his hat, sunglasses, and necklaces.  He placed them on the counter, slowly walking towards you.

“What is all of this, pussycat?” he asked as he took his favorite drink from your hand.

“I wanted to do something special for you,” you answered, “I asked the Duke what your favorite meal was and he gave me the recipe for Tochitura de Pui as well as a bottle of Asbach Uralt…”

He sipped from the glass and slowly closed his eyes, humming as the familiar liquor warmed his throat.  You lifted your glass to your lips and took a small sip.  The alcohol was strong, stronger than anything you’ve ever had.  You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head.  You exhaled with a loud whoosh and Heisenberg laughed heartily.

“Fuck, that is strong as hell!” you exclaimed, putting the glass down on the table, “now, please, Karl, have a seat and I’ll bring you a plate!”

Heisenberg removed his trench coat and sat down, looking at the table.  The bottle of Asbach Uralt was placed between two sets of utensils and napkins.  A smile spread along his face as he turned to you, pulling his gloves from his hands.  

He gave the back of you a thorough once over.  Your black dress fit you like a glove and hugged every curve.  His tongue slid across his lips as images of you spread across the table flew through his mind. You turned and walked to the table, placing his dinner before him.  

“Thank you, doll face,” he said.

“You’re very welcome,” you smiled as you went back to get your plate, but not before Heisenberg gave your ass a swift spank.  You yelped and giggled.

The two of you sat at the table and began eating.  The recipe looked delicious on paper, but smelling and tasting it was like heaven.  “I have not eaten this in years and it tastes even better than I remember,” Heisenberg marveled.  You couldn’t help the giddy elation in your stomach as he devoured his meal before going back for seconds.

And you had to admit that the food was wonderful.  You still drank the brandy, but you switched to a glass of water once your snifter was empty.  It was very strong and you could already feel your head spinning.  But this was all for Heisenberg and you wanted to make sure he had his fill of food and alcohol.

As you talked about how the Duke helped you figure out the best way to surprise him, Heisenberg simply listened and looked you over.  Not since his own flesh and blood had anyone ever done anything nice for him, other than the Duke and occasionally Moreau.  And the fact that you dressed up and made his favorite dinner in order to surprise him...it made him fall deeper in love with you.  You were selfless, giving, and caring.  It baffled him how someone that started off as his captor and hated him with a passion would grow to love him and want to surprise him.  

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” Heisenberg said, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, “the food was amazing…”

You blushed as he turned your hand and pressed a kiss to your open palm, your stomach fluttering.  “You’re welcome, Karl.  I wanted to do something special for you.  You’re always cooking for me…”  You placed both sets of utensils on the dirty dishes and took them to the sink.  Every bit of food had been polished off so you put the pots and pans in the sink as well, filling them with water.

Heisenberg stood from the chair and made his way over, coming to a stop behind you.  The sound of his footsteps and his looming presence behind you made your heart flutter.  He brought his hands to your hips and pressed his groin against your ass.

You moaned softly, your eyes closing.  He lowered his lips to the side of your neck, laying a deep kiss to your skin.  “Don’t worry about the dishes,” he murmured, “I’ll do them later...right now I want you...I want you so fucking badly…”

“Karl…” you moaned.  You rested your head back on his shoulder as his hand moved up the front of your body, taking hold of the front of your neck.  He kissed along your shoulder before moving his mouth to your ear, his tongue licking along your earlobe.  Another whimper escaped your lips as you felt wetness pooling between your legs.  You pushed your ass against the erection in his pants.

“I want to devour you,” he growled in your ear.  Releasing your neck, he pulled up your dress and pressed his hand against your panties over your pussy.  You moaned and squeezed your eyes shut as his other hand reached under the neckline of your dress and groped your breast.  His fingers pinched your nipple as he ground his hips against you, trapping you between his body and his massaging hand on your cunt.

“Karl...I want you to fuck me...oh my god...uh...uh fuck, Karl…” you pleaded.  His hot breath tickled your ear as he chuckled.  You wriggled and arched against him, pressing your palms to the countertop.

“This pretty pussy of yours is going to kill me, doll face,” he whispered, “you’re soaking your panties already...I need you to drench my cock…”

Unable to stop himself, he released your breast, pushed his other hand up your dress, and pulled your panties down your legs.  You stepped out of them without being told.  Heisenberg pulled your dress up your body and over your head.  “Stay right there,” he growled, pulling his buttoned up shirt and undershirt from his body.  He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

You let out a surprised gasp feeling him lift one of your legs and placing your knee on the edge of the counter.  “Keep your leg right here...I want to get deep inside of you…” he demanded, pulling his cock from his pants.  Your chest rose and fell as you looked back at him over your shoulder, waiting impatiently.  

Heisenberg let the tip of his cock slide back and forth through your pussy lips.  You whimpered and pushed back against him, to which he chuckled.  “Are you desperate for my cock, pussycat?” he asked teasingly.  All you could do was nod your head and bite your lower lip.  “Tell me,” he said, “tell me how much you want me.  I want to hear that beautiful voice beg for my cock…”

“Karl, please,” you moaned, pushing against him.  You were spread wide and Heisenberg was the only one able to control how much or how little of his cock you received.  He gripped the base of his length, moving gently, waiting for you to beg.  “Please...I want you to fuck me...right here...against the kitchen counter...I need you, I fucking need you!!”

“That’s more like it,” he moaned as he pushed deep inside of your cunt.  The both of you moaned loudly.  One of his arms looped around your waist, holding you close to his body, as the other hand went back to the front of your neck.  His lips were at your ear as he started his punishing thrusts.  “Moan for me, Y/N...I want to hear you...you sound so fucking sexy when you scream for me…”

His hips hammered against your ass.  You felt him rubbing back and forth across your G-spot and every sensation made you shiver.  He knew every sweet spot in your body...where to kiss, where to lick, where to suck...and it felt beyond amazing.

“Fuck me, Karl...just like that...oh fuck yes...just like that!!!” you moaned, tossing your head back.  His fingers gripped your neck as he panted in your ear.

“You’re mine, pussycat,” he growled, “all mine...I’m never letting you go...oh fuck, your cunt is so fucking tight!”

His hand moved from your waist to your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit in time to his thrusts.  You began to scream.  The double punch of his cock stretching you out and his fingers rubbing your sensitive clit were about to drive you insane.  You were going to cum soon...so close...almost there...more...more…

“I love you, Y/N…” Heisenberg moaned, “...so much...cum for me...cum for me like a good girl…”

“I love you, too,” you whimpered, “...I’m almost there...Karl...almost there...oh fuck!”

His teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck as he felt your pussy grip his cock tightly.  His moans and grunts were stifled as he heard you scream.  Your body trembled and your hand went over his on your clit.  Your hips bucked wildly, humping his hand and riding his dick.  Your orgasm broke the surface and your moans were strangled as you trembled uncontrollably.  His teeth released your skin as he came inside of you, his deep moan echoing through the room.

He slumped against you as both of your bodies quaked from aftershocks.  Drops of sweat slid down your neck.  His arms held you tight as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder.  “You’re gonna kill me one of these days…” he whispered.  You chuckled softly.

You lowered your leg from the countertop as Heisenberg pulled out of your pussy.  Your legs felt numb and you had to hold yourself up as you kicked your heels off your feet.  Heisenberg could see that you were weak.  Without a word, he swept you off your feet and took you to the bed, laying you down amongst the soft covers.

You pulled the sheets and blankets down as Heisenberg removed his boots, socks, and pants.  He slid under the covers with you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.  You laid your head on his chest, inhaling the sweet smell of Tochitura de Pui still in the air.

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Succession Chapter 11 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 11

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (cunniligus, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*, creampie)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter 11

You and Heisenberg sat side by side against the headboard as he told you everything.  The bed sheet was pulled up to his waist while you pulled it higher, covering your nakedness.  He reached for a cigar and lighter on his nightstand, puffing and exhaling in between the story.  You kept your eyes focused forward: on your legs under the sheets, on your hands in your lap, anywhere but turning your head to look at him.

It took him almost an hour to relay everything to you.  His story started over 100 years ago when the woman you now knew as Mother Miranda lost her daughter Eva.  You listened as he told you how she discovered an unknown organism under the village known as the Megamycete.  Heisenberg stopped periodically, puffed his cigar, and asked if you wanted a break or if you had any questions.  All you could do is shake your head and bid him to keep talking.

Your heart broke hearing him talk about how Mother Miranda kidnapped him from his family and infected him with Cadou.  The name of the organism sounded familiar, then you remembered that it was the thing in the jar that Moreau had in his laboratory.  Heisenberg explained that the Cadou drastically changed an individual...either physically, mentally, metaphysically, and sometimes in every way imaginable.  He told you that the Cadou is what gave him the ability to move metal objects with his mind.  He also shared the fact that he was able to manipulate electric fields and communicate through electronics like radios, televisions, and the overhead PA system that was installed in the factory.  

He shared that the Cadou was why Moreau was trapped in the prison that is his mutated body.

Tears slid down your cheeks at the thought of Moreau being in constant pain and turmoil because this “mother,” as he lovingly called her the last time you were with him, turned him into a monster.  But your heart also ached at the thought of Karl being taken as a child, experimented on, and left alone with a family that was not his family.  You could only imagine how scared and alone he must have felt, how much he must have missed his family, and how his real family must have searched for him for years until they all eventually died off one by one.

Heisenberg came to the end of his story, stubbed his cigar out in the ashtray, and slowly turned his head to look at you.  A part of him was scared, scared that you wouldn’t believe him, or worse, that you would run as far away from him as possible.  It was a thought that tied his stomach into knots.  He had wanted you from the moment he set eyes on you and had just gotten you into his arms and into his bed...he didn’t want to lose you now.

You shifted next to him and he waited for you to rise from the bed, put your clothes back on, and demand to be taken somewhere where you could call for rescue.  He was surprised when instead you looped your arm under his and held his bicep, resting your head on his shoulder.  He sighed in relief, a slow smile spreading over his face as he lifted his hand and placed it on your outer leg, pulling your legs closer to him.

“So what do you think?” Heisenberg asked, pressing his lips into your hair.

“It’s unbelievable,” you murmured, “but then again, I’ve seen enough of this village to know that unbelievable things happen and reside here.  I should have known when I saw that thing that looked like a tree reach up and rip off the wing of the plane..”

Heisenberg furrowed his brow at your words.  A tree?  Then it dawned on him that you were referring to the mold.  He came to the conclusion that you must have looked out of the plane window and saw it strike.  He could only imagine how terrifying it was to be on a plane and experience it not only crashing, but also being the only survivor.

“The mold...the thing you saw is called the mold.  I saw it retreating back into the village after your plane crashed.  I knew if there were any survivors that Mother Miranda would find them and infect them in hopes that one would bring her daughter back into this life.  When I saw you...you looked so frightened, so fragile...and you were so beautiful.  You never know what the Cadou will do to a host, Moreau and the lycans being the disastrous part of the spectrum.  So I grabbed you, told Moreau I would kill him if he told anyone, and here you are.”

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked up at him.  His penetrating gaze, the scars that peppered his face, his long hair that fell to his chin, and his beard...Heisenberg was incredibly handsome.  His physical body was not adversely affected by Mother Miranda’s experimentation.  And even though he didn’t tell you why he brought you here at first, you were grateful that he finally confided in you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, smiling at him, “I understand now why you brought me here and why you were so secretive.  I would never have believed you at first and automatically would have written you off as crazy.  And the bodies in the factory...you need an army to stop Miranda.  The bodies from the cemetery, the bodies from the plane crash...you need all the help you can get.  It’s...it’s tough to think of Bruce and the others being turned into mindless soldiers, but I understand why you need them…”

Heisenberg’s eyes searched yours.  His hand squeezed your leg reassuringly.  “I’m so sorry you had to see your friend like that.  I didn’t know you had gotten to know him on the plane.  To me, they were always just tools to aid me in my battle with Miranda...but they were once people.  They had families, friends...I promise you when this is over, I will put their bodies to rest.”

You nodded.  “I’ll help you...help you bury them, say a few words...convince their ghosts not to come back and haunt you for all eternity…”

He chuckled and leaned in, kissing your lips softly.  You lifted your hand and caressed his cheek, feeling the scruffiness of his beard.  A surprised groan formed in his throat as you pushed your tongue out to lick his lips.  Both of his hands lifted, cupped your face, and deepened the kiss.

The two of you sat there, kissing and making out like a pair of horny teenagers.  You released the sheet that covered your breasts and it pooled in your lap.  One of Heisenberg’s hands went around to your back, pulling you closer, as his other hand stayed pressed to your cheek.

He pulled away from the kiss, which made you whimper.  He laughed before growling playfully and moving to his knees.  Pulling the sheets off of your body, he grabbed your thighs and pulled your body forward, making you lie back on your pillow.  “Karl!” you squealed as he made quick work of spreading your legs and lying on his stomach between them.

“I’ve only briefly tasted you...now I want to devour you…” he growled.  Both of his arms wrapped under and around your legs as his lips kissed the soft skin of your inner thighs.  You sat up on your elbows, your mouth going dry and your heart beating wildly.  As you watched him kiss up and down one thigh before moving to the other, you felt your arousal accelerate.  You had been intimate before, but you had never had a man go down on you.  It had been a fantasy for a long time.  You fantasized about it over and over as you pleasured yourself.  And now, here is this mysterious, strong man between your legs, moving achingly slow towards your pussy.

“Karl…” you whispered, your thighs trembling on either side of his face.  His lips spread in a grin as he hovered over your pussy, blowing softly on your clit.  Your lips parted and you moaned loudly, arching your hips up to his mouth.  Heisenberg laughed and kissed along the flesh of your labia, his teeth gently nibbling on it.  Desire and arousal churned in your stomach and you could feel your wetness pooling out of you.

“Do you like that, doll face?” he asked, kissing around your clit, “does it feel good?”

All you could do was nod your head and move your hips.  He was mercilessly teasing you, tormenting you with his skilled mouth and never truly giving you what you wanted.

“Mmmm...you smell so good…” Heisenberg murmured, pressing the tip of his nose to your clit and nuzzling it softly.

“Karl, for fuck’s sake...please...please…” you begged, grabbing the sheets in your fists.  His gaze fixed on yours and he smiled, slowly extended his tongue, and circled around your clit.

You tossed your head back and cried out, your lower back arching off the bed.  You panted and moaned his name as his tongue curled and flicked over the swollen nub.  The pleasure that coursed through your body was unlike anything you had ever felt before.  The feel of his hands spreading your thighs wider and his fingers sinking into your skin almost drove you insane.

“Karl...Karl...oh fuck...yes...yes...don’t stop…” you whimpered.  Heisenberg chuckled softly, closing his lips around your clit and sucking.  One hand released the sheets and shot up to the headboard, grabbing onto one of the railings for dear life.  Your body undulated and gyrated on his bed as his mouth gave you pleasure beyond anything you had ever felt before.

Heisenberg became drunk with power as he looked up at you.  The way you moved and the sounds that slid past your lips made him unbelievably hard.  He found himself grinding his solid cock into the bed, desperate for friction.  Your reaction to his mouth was better than any pornographic image he had seen in his long life.  His eyes darkened as ideas flowed through his mind.  He made mental notes of all of the things he wanted to do to you right here in his bed...and all of the ways he would make you scream his name and shout your ecstasy.

He moved his right hand from your thigh to your dripping pussy.  He pulled away his mouth momentarily in order to softly caress your opening with the pads of his fingers.  You continued to moan and pant.

“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue over and over again…” Heisenberg promised, “and I’m going to shove my fingers inside of you...fingering you and tasting every part of your delicious cunt…”

Both of your hands were on the headboard railings, your body twisting amongst the sheets.  Your hips bucked uncontrollably against his face as he pushed his index and middle fingers inside of you.  His mouth went back to your clit, flicking it thoroughly as he rubbed your G-spot back and forth.

“Karl...you’re gonna make me cum...I wanna cum on your fingers...on your face...let me cum on your fucking face!!” you shouted, all manners and discretion completely thrown out of the window.  Heisenberg growled and gave you what you wanted.  His fingers pushed in and out of your wet opening noisily, the squelching sounds of your wetness audible to the both of you.  His tongue flicked your clit hard and fast and within seconds your lower back was arched completely off the bed and your orgasm shook your entire body.  You screamed his name over and over until his mouth slowly brought you back down to reality.

Aftershocks shook you as Heisenberg crawled up your body, chuckling against the skin of your stomach.  You released the railings and brought your hands to his head, tangling your fingers in his hair.

His lips met yours and you kissed him hard.  You felt his skin pressed against yours as his arms wrapped around your body and held you tight.  The sensation of your retreating orgasm followed by his strong arms made your heart surge in your chest.  You felt wanted, desired, and protected.  He had given you more pleasure than you had ever been given by any other guy or even yourself for that matter.  The connection you were feeling with him was growing...you hoped that Heisenberg felt it as well.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he rolled his hips against your wet cunt.  His hard cock rubbed back and forth between your pussy lips, making your desire accelerate all over again.

Heisenberg’s tongue explored your mouth, sliding and nudging yours into submission.  His hands slid up your back and to your shoulders, hugging you close.  Arousal and the growing need of his body increased.  His lips kissed down your neck and to your chest, licking the thin sheen of sweat that settled on your flesh.

“Karl…” you whispered, moving one hand down along his shoulder blades as your other hand stayed tangled in his hair.  

“I love hearing your beautiful voice say my name…” he moaned, kissing down between your breasts.  You arched your hips and spread your thighs wider, aching to feel him inside of you.  Heisenberg pushed himself up on one hand while his other reached down to grab his cock.  He rubbed the tip up and down along your pussy, teasing you mercilessly.

“Karl...please fuck me again...fuck me…” you said, arching your hips higher.  You were desperate to feel him, to feel his cock stretch you out and to feel his hips hammering down against yours.

He pushed inside of you and the both of you moaned loudly.  His left hand moved up to the headboard, holding it tight as the other hand wrapped around your leg, hiking it higher up on his hip.

The feel of his hips hammering you into the bed was enough to drive you mad.  His cock pushed deeper, faster, and harder.  It was like he could no longer help himself...now that you were under him, he was possessed.

Your hands reached around to his lower back, moving up and down in time with his thrusts.  Your pussy walls clenched around his cock every time he pushed inside of you and his grunts became louder because of it.  You gripped him like a vice and he had to hold himself off from cumming too soon.  He wanted you to cum again, but this...he wanted to feel it, experience it, memorize every fucking part of your cunt.

“Y/N...oh god pussycat, you’re killing me...your fucking cunt...it’s so damn tight and wet...god dammit!!” he yelled, tossing his head back.  Looking up at him losing control and fucking you harder and desperately...you wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving you.

His hand released your leg and went to the back of your head, making you look down at his cock thrusting in and out of you.  His other hand pressed to the bed, gripping the sheets.  “Look at how your cunt is taking my cock...taking my cock like a good little girl…”

Your orgasm was close as you watched his hips crashing down on yours, his cock moving quickly in and out of you.  You gripped his hips and screamed his name again and again.  Heisenberg moved forcefully, the bed banging against the wall.

“Fuck, Y/N!  Fuck!!!  Oh fuck, your amazing pussy is gonna kill me!” Heisenberg shouted.  You looked up into his face, his features twisted into pleasure so primal and hedonistic.  His hair fell in his face, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes were fused to yours.

“Cum inside of me, Karl,” you begged, squeezing his cock tightly inside of you.

“OH FUCK ME!!!” he shouted, tossing his head back.  You felt him cum, his cock twitching inside of you and in seconds you came as well, your body bucking wildly, holding tight to his hips.  Heisenberg continued to curse and grunt as he pumped every drop of cum inside of you.  You trembled under him, moving your hands up his sides, down his chest and stomach, and up his back.  He released a shaky breath as he slowly lowered himself onto his elbows, burying his face into your neck.

His body rocked on top of you, still thrusting slowly.  You kissed along his shoulder and nuzzled his skin with your nose.  The feel of his hot breath on your neck and his sweat-slicked skin against yours was incredible.  You never wanted him to let you go.

Heisenberg rolled to his side, pulling you with him, his cock still inside of you.  You lifted your leg and rested it atop his hip.  His fingers slid up and down your spine, making you shudder.

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” Heisenberg whispered, his lips pressed to your forehead, “so, so amazing…”

You closed your eyes, a smile spreading across your face, as you fell asleep in his arms.

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Succession Chapter 10 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Y’all have been patient...have some smut!!  

Title: Succession Chapter 10

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for language and sex (light choking, fingering, doggystyle, creampie)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter 10

Once you and Heisenberg entered through the factory gates, he released your arm to turn and secure the lock.  You continued the trek up to the building, ignoring his shouts and yells at you to wait for him.  You walked through the sliding double doors of the factory and straight towards Heisenberg’s living quarters, him stomping close behind you.

Anger and rage coarsed through your body.  The thought of him striking Moreau and towering over the poor man made you furious.  What happened, as weird and demented as it was, was an accident and Moreau did not mean for it to happen.

You turned the corner and walked down the hall towards the room.

“You do realize that everything that happened today is your fault!” Heisenberg growled as he caught up with you, “if you had not run off and into an unknown village where anything could have killed you…”

You entered his room, grabbed the edge of the door, and flung it closed behind you with every ounce of strength you had.  “Hey!  DON’T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!” Heisenberg roared, stopping the door before it shut.  He shoved it open, making it bang against the wall loudly.  He stood there in front of the doorway, his body large and seething with anger.

You turned around slowly, crossing your arms in front of you.  You stood there defiant, your face impassive, showing him that you would not back down.  “How can you blame me for running off when I finally saw what you’re doing in this slaughterhouse you call a factory?!” you yelled.

Heisenberg narrowed his eyes at you and put his hand up, halting your words.  “This is not a slaughterhouse...those people were already dead when I brought them here!”

You let out an exasperated, incredulous laugh.  “Oh, they were already dead???  That makes it all better, Karl!  Why didn’t you say that as I was running off?!?!”  

Heisenberg walked to his table, grabbed a mug seated on top, and flung it with all his might against the wall.  It shattered into pieces as he closed the space between the two of you, glaring down at you.  “There is a reason why I brought you back to the factory!  Of all of the places in this village, you are safer with me!  You have no fucking clue where you are and what happens here!”

“Then tell me, Karl!  Fucking tell me!  What is going on here??  How are you expecting me to stay put and trust you when you won’t tell me anything?!?!”  You were close to tears.  Never has your anger been so intense that you wanted to scream, cry, and set the place on fire simultaneously.

Without warning, Heisenberg grabbed you and pushed you up against the table.  His gloved hands went to your shoulders before slowly going around your neck.  Momentary panic rose inside you as you felt his fingers tighten around your neck.  You gripped the edge of the table tightly, waiting for him to hurt you.  He didn’t press on your windpipe or restrict your breathing...he simply kept your head still as he looked at you.  Your hands went to his trench coat, grabbing fistfuls of it.  You were ready to kick and push him away if he tried to choke you.  He slowly lifted his hand and removed his sunglasses, letting them drop to the table.  Your face softened as you watched his eyes search yours.  “You make me so goddamn angry.  I could throttle you right here…” he murmured.  

“Let...me...go…” you growled.

“Oh, no, pussycat...I’m not letting you get away again…” And with that, Heisenberg’s lips closed over yours.

It was astonishing how one kiss completely wiped away your anger and your willpower.  The feel of his lips against yours, the slow moan that slipped from his mouth, his right hand on your throat with his left hand cupping the back of your head...you had never been kissed like that before in your entire life.  His mouth opened yours and his tongue snaked out, caressing and coaxing your tongue.  An involuntary whimper escaped your mouth as you gripped his trench coat tighter, pulling him closer.  Your right leg lifted and circled his hip.  With another growl, his mouth never leaving yours, he gripped both legs and hoisted you against him, sitting you up on the table.

When you finally pulled away, you were gasping for air.  Your lips were swollen and bruised from his kisses.  Your body felt like it was on fire.  Heisenberg smiled and took in your flushed cheeks.  Your pupils were blown.  His arms wrapped around you and his hands pressed against your lower back, arching you against him.   “If I didn’t know any better...I’d say you wanted to fuck me…”

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were so far gone you didn’t have a leg to stand on.  “You egotistical, self-centered asshole…” you spat as you pulled him in and kissed him hard.  Your fingers ran through his hair as you pressed your body against his.  He smirked against your lips and started to grind himself against you.  You felt drunk, your head swimming from his lips on yours and his body pressed to you...you were desperate for him and unable to control your body.

You pushed his trench coat off his shoulders and down his arms.  His hands only left your body for the quickest of moments in order to let the coat drop to the floor.  He pulled his mouth away and grabbed the three items that hung from his neck, pulling them overhead and dropping them loudly to the table.  He removed his gloves as you reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, your eyes never leaving his.  You were taking your time and he was growing impatient.  “Oh, fuck it…” Heisenberg growled.  Unable to control himself, he ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere.  

He discarded his buttoned up shirt and went for his undershirt, pulling it over his head.  Once it was off, you moaned softly, your lips parting as you took in his naked torso.  Your fingers started at his shoulders and slowly moved downward, letting your fingertips slide over his skin.  Heisenberg’s chest rose and fell as he studied your face.  He saw your tongue slide over your lips, your eyes gazing over his chest and stomach.  Desire was evident on your face and it aroused him beyond measure.  Of all the times he thought of you, lusted after you, jerked off elsewhere in the factory when you were locked away in this very room...he never thought that you wanted him as well.

“Karl…” you whispered as you looked up and met his gaze.  You grabbed the hem of your shirt and brought it over your head.  Heisenberg let out a murmured curse as he looked down at your breasts held inside of your bra.  His cock grew harder as his hands went behind you.  You shivered at the feel of his lips on your neck as he unclasped your bra and pulled it down your arms.  Letting it fall to the floor, he laid you down on the table.

“God dammit, pussycat…” Heisenberg moaned as his lips kissed down your chest.  Both of his hands grasped, squeezed, and caressed your breasts.  You whimpered and arched your back at the feel of his full lips and the tickle of his beard against your skin.  Your legs gripped his hips and your hands moved from his hair down to his shoulders.  You could feel the scars peppered along his back.  Looking down, you watched as his tongue circled your nipple and his teeth lightly nibbled on it.

“Karl...oh my god, Karl...you’re...you’re getting me wet…” you panted.  Heisenberg let out a growl as he moved to kiss your other breast.  His hands went to your pants and unzipped them frantically.  Your eyes widened as his right hand pushed down the front of your panties and his fingers dipped between your pussy lips.

“Mmmmm….you weren’t lying…” he smirked.  Before you knew what was happening, Heisenberg pulled you off the table and whirled you around with your back pressing against him.  He shoved his hand back down your panties and continued to finger you.  “You’re so fucking wet, Y/N…” he purred into your ear, “...I’m gonna sink my cock so deep inside of you.  I’m gonna make you cum over and over again, do you understand me?”

You moaned and nodded as one hand assisted his hand in your pants and one hand reached up to tug at his hair.  You moaned and whimpered helplessly as his rough, calloused fingers rubbed your swollen clit.  You could feel his cock through his pants and you realized in that moment how desperate you were for him.  All of the things you wanted to do to his prick ran through your mind...you wanted to be on your knees before him with his cock in your mouth...you wanted to straddle his body and ride his dick until you came shouting his name.

“Karl...I want your cock…” you moaned.

“Mmmm fuck, pussycat...say it again…” he demanded, his fingers rubbing your clit harder.

“I want your cock…”

“Louder!”

“Oh fuck, Karl, I want your cock!!!” you screamed.

“Good girl.  First, cum on my fingers.  Cum for me and then I’ll give you my cock…” he grinned as he nibbled your earlobe.

Your hips bucked and gyrated against his hand.  His hips pushed against your ass, his dick rock hard and desperate for you.  Heisenberg knew that once he crossed that line and pushed so deep inside of you that he would never want to pull out.  He would stay nestled in your cunt, cum, get hard again, and spill inside of you all over again.  You were going to be the death of him.

“Karl...Karl...please don’t stop fingering me, Karl...OH GOD!!!!” you screamed.  You fisted his long hair and pushed at his hand as your body trembled and quaked.   Heisenberg almost came in his pants as he watched you fall apart in his arms.  His name on your tongue sounded like both a curse and a prayer.

You shuddered against him as he turned the both of you towards his bed and guided you over.  Heisenberg pulled his wet fingers from your panties and brought them to his mouth.  His eyes closed as he savored the taste of you.  Images of your legs spread and his tongue shoved in your pussy aroused him even more.  Before the night was through, he would taste you again.

He kicked off his boots and pulled off his pants and socks.  You crawled atop the bed and laid down on your stomach, your body still humming from your orgasm.  The feel of his hands peeling off your shoes, socks, and pants made you turn your head to look back at him.  Your eyes widened as he stood naked before you.  His cock was thick and hard, pre-cum forming at the tip.  Your mouth watered and you looked up at his dark eyes.  Without being told, you lifted your hips, arched your back, and lowered your head down to the bed.

“Y/N, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I met you…” Heisenberg confessed, gripping your hips and angling you against him.  “Watching you sleep next to me...hearing you breathe...when I listened to you moaning in your sleep...you have no fucking idea how much I wanted you…”

“Karl…” you moaned as you closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, “...when you caught me moaning as I slept...I was dreaming of you…”

Not being able to wait one more minute, Heisenberg gripped his cock in his hands and pushed the tip into your cunt.

The both of you moaned loudly as he pushed deeper and deeper.  You spread your thighs wider and arched your back.  Unable to stop yourself, you reached for your clit and began to rub wildly.  You were desperate for another orgasm.

“Stop…” Heisenberg ordered gruffly, grabbing both of your wrists and placing them on your lower back, “you’ll cum when I say you can cum.  Do you understand?”  You whimpered and nodded, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.  You needed to cum again...and you needed to cum on Heisenberg’s dick.

Holding both of your wrists in one hand and his other hand on your hip, he thrusted hard and deep.  You let out a loud whimper as his hips picked up speed.  The feel of his cock rubbing back and forth along your G-spot was exquisite and agonizing.  You needed this man more than anything you have ever needed in your life.  And here he was, buried so deep you thought you would go insane.

“Y/N...oh fuck...you feel so fucking good...so fucking tight...uh….uh….uh fuck!” Heisenberg growled.  You squeezed your pussy around his cock, pulsing and gripping him tight.  He let out a loud shout as his thrusts quickened.  The steady slap of his skin against yours echoed in the room.  You moaned, whimpered, and panted loudly.  He felt so unbelievable inside of you.  You never wanted him to stop fucking you.

Heisenberg switched from hard, fast strokes to slow and torturous movements.  His orgasm was so close and he could feel that yours was as well, but he didn’t want it to be over so soon.  He watched his cock push in and out of your dripping wet cunt.  The helpless sounds that flowed from your mouth was music to his ears.  You were so perfectly submissive in that moment and he never wanted to let you go.

“Karl…” you whimpered helplessly, “...I’m so close...please, Karl...please...cum inside of me...I want to feel you cum deep inside of me…”

Your words tipped him over the edge.  He released your wrists, both of his hands gripping your hips tight, and started to ram into you hard and fast.

“Y/N...Y/N...cum on my cock...right now...RIGHT NOW...FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!” Heisenberg roared as ropes of cum shot deep inside of you.  You felt his cock spasm over and over.  Hearing him shout your name made you lose all control and you unraveled frantically.  You screamed his name again and again, your hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets under you as your thighs trembled.  Heisenberg’s fingers sunk into your hips as he continued to thrust over and over, the tempo slowing to soft rocking.

Beads of sweat slid down Heisenberg’s skin.  His hair clung to his face and neck.  He watched his cock inside of you as he panted for breath.  His right hand slowly traced from your hip, up your back, and to the nape of your neck.  You relaxed as his fingers massaged your neck and caressed your flesh.

“Okay…” he murmured.

You lifted your face from the bed, looking back at him.  “Okay, what?”

“I’ll tell you everything, Y/N...what I am, where you are, who resides here...everything.”

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Succession Chapter 20 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 20

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, the Duke

Rating: PG-13

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter 20

Heisenberg pulled a clean undershirt from the tall, five-drawer chest next to the bed.  You lay naked, your head in your hand and your elbow on the pillow.  The sheets were pulled up over your breasts as you watched him put on his clothes.  Despite lots of begging and pouting from you, Heisenberg had to attend to his metal army and continue his work of vengeance on Mother Miranda.

As much as you loved watching him remove his clothing, there was something equally arousing watching him put on his clothing.  He stepped into his underwear and khaki pants, grabbing his belt and sliding it through the pant loops.  He pulled the undershirt over his head and buttoned up the khaki shirt, tucking them both into his pants.  The three items he always kept around his neck were next, followed by his hat.  His sunglasses followed and lastly, his long overcoat.  The ensemble was complete.

Heisenberg sat next to you on the edge of the bed, putting on his socks and boots.  “I need to continue my work down in the lab, but I need supplies from the Duke.  He’ll be here in a few hours.  But time is of the essence and what I have to accomplish will take all day,” Heisenberg said.  The last few days were less working in his factory and more fucking your brains out.  He wasn’t complaining in the least, but he knew that lots of work still needed to be done and he wasn’t forgetting the inevitable clash between him and Miranda.  The feeling in his gut was growing; the battle needed to be fought and he needed to vanquish her.

“Well, why don’t you give me a list and I can get everything from the Duke,” you offered as you sat up in bed, “and while I’m there, I would like to see if he can get any toiletries and other items I’m running low on…”

Heisenberg was quiet for a moment as he tied his boots.  You could see him mulling over things in his head...whether or not he should let you go on this little excursion.  Everything he needed were things that he had bought several times over, so he knew the Duke would know exactly what was on the list.  But the worry of you running away was always in the back of his mind.  He felt certain that with everything that had happened between you and him and the confession of love on both sides that you wouldn’t want to leave even if the opportunity presented itself.  Heisenberg knew that you would get what was needed and return to the factory.  But there was also the possibility of Mother Miranda snatching you the moment his back was turned.  He would never forgive himself if she got her hooks into you and used you for one of her sick, delusional experiments in order to get Eva back.

In the end, he did trust you and he wanted to show you that trust.

“Okay, I’ll give you a list,” Heisenberg said, “just give it to the Duke and he’ll know exactly what I need.  But the moment you are finished, march right back to the factory.  Close and lock the doors and hit the red button to the right.  It will signal an alarm and let me know that you are safe…”

“I promise,” you said.

Heisenberg smiled and leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.  You lifted your hands to his face, moaning softly.  The sheets fell into your lap, showing your tits to Heisenberg.  A soft giggle lodged in your throat as he opened his eyes and looked down.  He growled softly and broke the kiss.

“Such a cock tease,” he muttered playfully.

You chuckled as Heisenberg went to the table, grabbed a piece of paper,  and wrote his list of supplies.

*

The sliding double doors were heavy and it took a lot of your strength to push them open one by one.  The biting cold air rushed through the doors and nearly took your breath away.  It was cloudy and chilly.  The wind gusted in the distance.  You hadn’t been here that long, but long enough that you could tell snow wasn’t too far off.  Zipping your oversized jacket and making sure your wool gloves were on your hands, you exited the factory and made your way to the gate.

The Duke was seated in the back of his carriage and waiting as always.  You smiled and waved as you got closer to him.  Heisenberg had opened the gates earlier before making his way down into the depths of his factory.

“Well, good morning, Y/N,” the Duke greeted, a smile on his face, “is it just you today?  Is Lord Heisenberg not going to grace me with his presence?”

You shook your head, digging in your pants pocket for the list.  “Not today.  He’s busy and I told him I could get everything.”

“That’s fine with me...gives us some time to get to know one another…” he smiled.  You stood on your tiptoes and handed the Duke the list.  “Oh yes,” he said, looking over the items, “these are supplies that Lord Heisenberg is always in need of.  I know them all very well.”

The Duke handed you a burlap sack and showed you all of the things that Heisenberg needed.  One by one, you placed the items in the bag.  You also looked around at things that might catch your eye.  Thankfully, the Duke had toiletries and supplies that you needed.  You placed them in the sack along with the rest.

“Duke,” you began, “I also wanted to see if you could help me with something.  I wanted to do something nice for Karl.  Do you have anything that he likes that he doesn’t always purchase?  Maybe ingredients for a meal that he likes to splurge on from time to time?”

The Duke thought for a moment.  “I do happen to know that Tochitura de Pui is one of his favorite dishes!  I can’t remember the last time he bought ingredients for that meal.  Here…” he handed you a rectangular piece of paper with ingredients and directions for preparation.  The Duke went through the recipe and gave you all the products needed, giving you instructions on how to prepare it.  “Also…” he added, “another thing he doesn’t splurge on often is Asbach Uralt!  It’s a German brandy that his father and grandfather loved.  Lord Heisenberg buys a bottle of this a few times a year.  This would be a lovely surprise for him...and coming from you, it would make his day!”

He handed you the bottle of the alcohol and you inspected the writing.  It was in German, of course, but it filled you with excitement.  Heisenberg had cooked for you ever since he brought you to the factory.  Aside from the occasional meals you fixed yourself when he was off working, it was always him cooking.  You wanted to do this….to cater to him and make him happy with something he loved and would never see coming.

“Thank you so much for everything, Duke,” you said as you reached into your pockets, “I have some American currency, I hope you can use it or exchange it…”

“Not necessary,” he said, putting up his hand to stop you.

“Oh, please, take it,” you insisted, “you let me have that bracelet that I gifted to Salvatore.  I insist you take this!”

“Y/N,” he began, “I am more than happy to help you free of charge.  I do feel sorrow for the circumstances that brought you here.  I can’t imagine how traumatic a plane crash is.  But in the few times I have seen you here with Lord Heisenberg, I can sense a difference in him.  For years, he has been unhappy.  I assume he has told you what happened to him…”

You nodded your head.

“...then you know the horrors he has seen as a young child and growing up under the rule of Mother Miranda.  It has hardened his mind and his heart.  But since you have been here, I’ve noticed that icy exterior he has put up has slowly begun to melt.  You are a kind woman, Y/N, and you two are good for each other.  Consider these supplies as payment from me…”

You had to swallow the lump that formed in your throat.  The kindness and generosity he has shown you had not gone unnoticed.  Between him, Heisenberg, and Moreau, you have been lucky enough to see the small ounce of good this village had to offer.

“Thank you so much, Duke,” you said, “and if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know…”

The Duke smiled.  “Of course, I will.  Is there anything else you might need from me?”

“I think that’s it,” you smiled, holding the bottle of Asbach Uralt in one hand and pulling the hefty sack over your shoulder, “I’ll see you later!  Goodbye!”

“Take care,” he said as you closed the gate behind you.  He watched you walk up the path to the factory, making sure you were okay.  Once inside, you gently placed the sack and the bottle on the ground and closed the sliding double doors, locking them securely.  Lastly, you pressed the red button, alerting Heisenberg that you were safe and sound.

Heisenberg was pouring liquid metal into the press, making a cog for a broken machine.  He smiled when he heard the alarm.

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Succession Chapter 18 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 18

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (soft sex, P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter 18

Heisenberg laid on his stomach with his arms pushed underneath his pillow.  He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly, his face turned towards you.  The crackling of the fire sounded from the hearth.  The sheets sat over his body from the waist down.  

He smiled at the feel of your fingertips skating along his back.  You laid on your side, your head resting on your arm.  A heavy blanket covered you from the waist down.  You weren’t as used to the cold as Heisenberg.  Your gaze took in his back, his biceps, his mussed hair falling around his face, and the peaceful expression on his features.

“Your fingers on my skin are so relaxing…” Heisenberg murmured.  You smiled at his words.  The man probably didn’t know much peace in a place like this.  His constant work in the factory, hours and hours working on his army in order to carry out revenge on the woman who took him from his family...you wondered how much sleep he allowed himself before you came along.

“Are all of your scars from years of working in the factory?” you asked, trailing your index and middle finger down the thick scar tissue on his bicep.  Heisenberg opened his eyes and looked at you.  You were focused on his skin, your touches light and soft.  

The question brought back memories...memories of a day that felt long ago but also seemed so recent.

“Some of them are,” he replied, “working with metal, tools, jagged scrap metal.  But most of them are from something else…”

You sensed the unease of his answer and how he was careful with how it was worded.  “You don’t have to tell me if it’s personal or too difficult,” you said, your hand moving up to pull the hair away from his face.  

Heisenberg’s gaze looked over your features.  You smiled softly and it was like a rusted knife in his heart.  Your eyes on his made him want to look elsewhere or turn his face away.  He felt happy with you, happy for the first time in years...for the first time since…

“About thirty years ago, I fell in love with a girl who lived in the village.  She and her family had fled from Bosnia before the conflict started in 1992.  They settled here.  Her father was a painter...her mother a schoolteacher.  I was walking through the village and saw her gathering eggs from her family’s chickens...I fell in love with her the moment I saw her…”

You listened intently, intrigued by the way he described the girl.  He looked as if it was the first time he had thought of or spoken of her in a long while.

“...I didn’t speak of her to Miranda or the others, but they started to become suspicious of my absence.  We kept it a secret from her family as well.  She would sneak away, come here to be with me…”  

He didn’t say the words, but the silence spoke volumes.  A sliver of jealousy pricked at your heart knowing that he probably fucked her in this same room as he did with you.  But you pushed your feelings aside.  It was naive to think that he never had a lover in all of the years he had been alive.

“...when Miranda’s experiments began to increase and she took more and more of the villagers, I begged the girl to hide here with me, but she wouldn’t leave her family.  She tried to warn them, but their faith in Miranda was unwavering…”

You knew that this story wouldn’t have a happy ending.  The village was now desolate and empty.  Lycans ran wild.  Aside from Heisenberg, Miranda, and his siblings, there wasn’t anyone left.  Anxiety slowly rose in your stomach as you continued to listen.

“...Miranda took her family one by one...saved her for last.  I ran to her house to bring her back here, but the place was empty.  By the time I got to the ceremony site, Miranda had infected her with the Cadou…”

You released the breath you didn’t know you had been holding.  Your fingers held his bicep, gripping tighter and tighter as the story continued.  “What did it do to her?” you asked.

“She laid there unconscious,” Heisenberg answered, “I thought she was dead.  She was cold to the touch and her skin was pale...but then she opened her eyes.  Those beautiful eyes of hers...there was no trace of her left.  The Cadou...it turned her into a lycan.  She changed so fast.  Her teeth and claws cut through my clothes and into my skin.  I pushed her away, but she jumped on me and continued to attack me.  She swiped at my face, cut across my nose...she almost gouged my eye out.  Miranda and the others simply stood back and watched.  The more I tried to subdue her and press her to the ground, the more violent she became.  She was gone...and I didn’t have a choice…”

Tears threatened your eyes.  “You killed her…”

“Yeah.  I snapped her neck...she went limp instantly.  All I could do was hold her, rock her in my arms...tell her I was sorry.  Miranda looked defeated, not because the girl had died, but because the Cadou failed.  I looked to Miranda and she simply shook her head and walked away…”

Your heart broke for Heisenberg.  “I’m so sorry, Karl,” you whispered.

Heisenberg rolled onto his side and faced you.  “Moreau followed me back here and patched me up.  Sowed the deep cuts and dressed my wounds.  When he was done, all I did was tell him to get the fuck out...I didn’t even thank him…”

You moved closer, pressing your body to his, and softly kissed his cheek.  “So that is the real reason why you didn’t want me to leave...if Miranda finds me, she’ll experiment on me, too…”

“Yes,” he replied gruffly, “I won’t put you through that.  You mean too much to me…”

You looked into Heisenberg’s eyes, your lips parting slightly.  “I mean something to you?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He lifted his hand and softly caressed your cheek, his gaze fused to yours.  “Yes.  Y/N...I’m falling in love with you…”

Your breath was lodged in your chest.  Time seemed to stop.  The cold wasn’t as intense anymore.  The sentiment you felt towards him had just slipped past his lips.  You smiled softly.

“Karl...I’m falling in love with you, too…”

The edges of his mouth curled into a sincere smile.  His amber eyes were warm and tender.  This moment must have been the first time in a long time, perhaps the first time in thirty years, that he felt love.  His stubbornness and rigid manner when it came to you and keeping you in the factory were clear.  He wanted to keep you safe.  He wanted to right the wrong he made all those years ago.

Heisenberg’s lips pressed to yours softly.  His arm wrapped around your body, his hand pressing to your back, pulling you against him.  Your arms wrapped around his neck as you rolled to your back, pulling him on top of you.

He moaned as he felt your legs part.  His body molded to yours perfectly.  You released a shaky breath as his lips trailed across your cheek and down your jaw.  

Solitude was something you had become accustomed to over the years.  It had become so common that you forgot just how painful loneliness felt.  That pain had dulled and transformed into something familiar and regular with each passing day, month, and year.  You had long forgotten that it wasn’t normal to feel that way.

Heisenberg knew solitude just as much as you.

“Karl…” you moaned, arching into his body.  His lips trailed down your neck and to your breasts.  His mouth worshipped your soft flesh.  You felt his cock slowly harden between your legs and it made you wet.

“I need you, Y/N,” he growled between your breasts.  You spread your legs wider and rolled your hips.

“Yes,” you whispered.

He reached for his dick and slowly pushed inside of you.

Heisenberg’s mouth went to your ear and he grunted softly with every thrust.  Your arms held him close to your body, his skin pressed to yours.  His body rocked with yours, his touches and kisses soft and intimate.  Your head pushed back into the pillow, feeling his cock pulsing inside of you.  

“Y/N...oh fuck...yes…” he moaned into your neck, his arms holding you tight.  His hips began to thrust faster, the soft and sweet movements becoming hurried and passionate.  You lifted your legs higher and circled them around his waist.  His teeth nibbled at your skin and his tongue licked along the marks they left behind.

“Karl...Karl...please make me cum…” you begged, your fingers digging into his back.  The bed creaked as he thrusted harder.  His right hand moved to your lower back, pulling you closer, making you arch upwards into his body.  Tears slid from the corners of your eyes, his mouth and hands worshipping you in ways you only dreamed of.

“I love you, Y/N…” he whispered gruffly into your ear, “...cum for me...cum for me…”

His words pulled your orgasm to the forefront.  You held onto his bucking body tightly, feeling the skin of his groin rubbing back and forth along your clit.  Tossing your head back, you screamed his name again and again as you came.  Heisenberg was desperately barreling his length into you as you yelled for him.  With a guttural growl, burying his face into your neck, he emptied his cum inside of you.

In a tangle of arms and legs, the both of you continued to slide against one another, your orgasms subsiding.  You smiled as you felt Heisenberg’s full lips kiss along your shoulder and collarbone.  The tickle of his beard and the soft aftershocks made you quiver underneath him.  His tongue licked from your chest, up your neck, and to your waiting mouth.  The kiss was soft, deep, and probing.  He kissed you in a way that could only be described as heavenly.

“I won’t let her take you from me,” Heisenberg whispered against your lips, “I’ll die before that bitch lays one hand on you…”

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Succession Chapter 22 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Here’s a nice creepy/sexy chapter to start off your Halloween weekend!  Trick or treat!!

Title: Succession Chapter 22

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for terrifying images, language, and sex (doggystyle, nipple play, creampie, P in V, unprotected sex *wrap it up, kids*)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter 22

The large washing machine churned as you sat at the table at the far end of the room.  The room was rather spacious, but the small amount of light in the room creeped you out.  Most of the bulbs overhead were either broken or blown out.  Luckily the light bulb over the table worked, allowing you to read as you waited for your clothes to wash.   So much of the area was shrouded in darkness.  You kept your attention on the book in your hand, not wanting to focus too much on the dark corners.  Looking for too long would make your mind form things that were not really there.

You begged Heisenberg to let you wash his clothes, but he insisted that he would wash his own.  His stubbornness made you roll your eyes.  He had been busy as of late with his projects and constructing his metal army.  You on the other hand had all the time in the world and you didn’t mind helping him wash his clothes.  Perhaps later in the week, you would gather his dirty clothes and wash them without him knowing.  Better to ask forgiveness than permission.

The loud buzzing sound from the washing machine made you jump.  The machine finished its final cycle.  Placing the bookmark in your book, you walked over to the machine in the darkened part of the room.  Opening the door to the washing machine, you gathered your clean, damp clothes and transferred them to the dryer.  Once everything was inside, you closed the dryer door and set the timer to dry for 60 minutes.

“Y/N…”

You gasped loudly and whirled around.  The noisy tumbling of the machine behind you wasn’t able to mask what you thought was a soft voice whispering your name.  You looked around the large room, seeking out the person behind the voice.

“Karl?” you called out, “is that you?”

Silence.

“Karl!  This isn’t funny!  If you scare me, I’m gonna slap you!”

The dryer was the only noise in the room.  Were your ears and mind playing tricks on you?  Nobody was in the room that you could tell.  You walked to the doorway and looked down the hall that led back towards Heisenberg’s living quarters.  Still nothing.

Chalking it up to your imagination, you walked back to the table and sat down, opening your book.  Before resuming your reading, you took one last look around the room.  You could barely make out the four walls as well as the other pieces of metal furniture that stood throughout the room.  Dust and cobwebs caked everything that stood in the area other than the washer, dryer, and the table next to you.  Shaking your head, pushing the unease from your mind, you continued your book.

“Y/N…”

You shrieked and stood from the chair, the movement causing it to fall backwards noisily.  You had definitely heard your name.  It was louder and sounded like it was coming from inside the room.  The overwhelming sense of dread made your blood run cold and your heart hammer in your chest.  

You struggled to focus on every corner of the room.  “Is someone there?” you asked, your voice trembling.  A cold gust of air flew down the hallway and into the room.  Goosebumps rose on every inch of your skin.

You turned to your left and your eyes widened.  In the corner of the room, a dark figure was crouched down with their back towards the wall.  Their hands were pressed flat to the floor.  They were darker than the dark.  You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.  

“Who are you?” you whispered.

The figure slowly stood, every movement fluid and agile.  Your heart hammered as you struggled to breathe.  They stood up straight, appearing to be looking right at you.  The rising panic churned in your stomach and you screamed at your legs to run out of the room and find Heisenberg.

The figure’s right arm lifted.  They extended their long, bony finger, pointing at you.  Their mouth opened.  With a swift inhale, they released a shrill scream.

Your flight response kicked in and you fled from the room and out into the hallway.  You ran up the closest set of stairs and made a left….not knowing where you were going.  All you had on your mind was getting as much space between you and the thing as possible.  As you made another left turn, you collided full force into the shadowy figure and screamed.  They were shrouded in dark cloaks.  You could not make out the face despite being underneath a functioning lightbulb.

Their long, spindly arms wrapped around you tight.  You struggled and bucked against the figure as their arms squeezed harder and harder...crushing you against them.  The air rushed from your lungs and you couldn’t inhale another breath.  Your eyes widened as you heard the loud crunch of your ribcage…

Your eyes flew open and you sat up straight, gasping for air.  Looking around, gathering your surroundings, you saw that you were still in Heisenberg’s living quarters, safe and sound.  You were naked on the floor, covered in blankets in front of the roaring fire.  Memories flooded back to you...it was a cold night and Heisenberg suggested that the two of you lay in front of the fireplace to keep warm.  He stripped the bed of the comforter and spread it on the floor.  He gathered blankets and put them beside the area.  Of course, you had suggested that the two of you take off your clothes, despite the cold temperatures, and cuddle and fuck under the blankets next to the hot fire.

Your heartbeat slowed as you breathed in and out.  The terrifying dream slid from the forefront of your mind as you calmed yourself.

The opening of the bathroom door across the hall captured your attention as Heisenberg walked back into the room.  He stood tall, strong, and naked.

“Sorry, pussycat,” Heisenberg said as he went to the kitchen area, pouring himself a small glass of Asbach Uralt, “I had to take a piss…”

Despite your frazzled state, you couldn’t help rolling your eyes and scoffing under your breath.  Heisenberg didn’t mince words, did he?

He turned to look down at you as he drank the brandy.  You were sitting amongst the tangle of covers, one of the blankets covering your breasts and tucked under your arms.  You looked incredible.  Heisenberg’s cock twitched at the rising need to fuck you again.  But he noticed the soft frown on your face, your furrowed eyebrows, and a look of uncertainty in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked before finishing off the last of the glass, setting it down on the counter.

“Yeah...I just had a bad dream.  I was in the laundry room and it was dark...there was some monster that was chasing me through the halls…”

Heisenberg sat next to you as you told him about the nightmare.  He pulled the covers over his body as you rolled onto your side and faced away from him.  “I’m sorry, doll face.  It was just a dream.  I know most of the overhead lights in the laundry room were broken yesterday when you washed clothes.  I’ll fix them before you need to use the washer and dryer again…”  He laid down on his side behind you, pulling your back to his front.  He pressed his elbow to the comforter and propped his head up on his hand.  His other hand slid up and down your body softly, the pads of his fingers tickling your skin.

His touches immediately put you at ease.  You released a cleansing breath as you watched the fire.  Heisenberg leaned down and laid soft kisses along your neck.  You closed your eyes and moaned softly, allowing yourself to melt back into him.

His hand slid down your hip and softly gripped your leg, lifting it in the air.  You felt his hardening cock against your ass.  Moaning loudly, you moved your hand down between your legs.  Your fingers found his length and pushed it between your pussy lips.  Heisenberg growled deep in his throat as he thrusted forward, his cock sliding back and forth.

“You get so fucking wet for me…” Heisenberg whispered into your ear, his fingers digging into your thigh, “...you feel so fucking good, pussycat…”

Turning your face towards his, you kissed him deeply, your tongue slipping into his mouth.  He lifted your leg higher as he continued to move his cock between the folds of your cunt.  His other arm pushed underneath your body and held you close, his hand groping and squeezing one of your breasts.

“Karl…” you moaned against his mouth as you maneuvered the head of his cock to your opening, “...fuck me...please…”

In one swift thrust, Heisenberg pushed every inch of his cock inside of you.  A loud, helpless whimper escaped your throat as he fucked you.  You looked up into his amber eyes, seeing the want and need for you.  His thumb and index finger pinched your nipple as his hips pushed against your ass.  You arched your back and clenched around him again and again.

“Keep those gorgeous eyes on mine, Y/N...look at me…” he moaned.  One of your hands gripped the blanket tangled around your body as the other squeezed his hip.  Heisenberg lifted your leg higher, allowing his dick to push even deeper.

“Oh fuck, Karl...you’re so deep...you’re filling me up…” you whimpered.  He growled as he pressed his forehead to yours, never taking his eyes off you.

Your bodies gyrated, arched, and trembled against one another amongst the soft blankets in front of the roaring fire.  His hair hung in his face with the ends of his tresses lightly tickling your face.  You reached down between your legs, lightly rubbing your clit.  The sensations of his cock at your G-spot and your fingers rubbing your clit made you cry out.  You were so close to cumming and you wanted to reach that release with Heisenberg’s hard cock fucking you roughly.

“Say you’re mine,” Karl ordered, “tell me you’re mine, Y/N...I wanna fucking hear those words coming from your mouth…”

Your fingers rubbed your clit faster, your orgasm brewing in your belly.  “I’m yours, Karl Heisenberg...all yours...all yours…”

“That’s fucking right, pussycat,” he praised, swallowing your moans as he kissed you hard.  His hips slammed against you as he felt his orgasm coursing closer and closer.  He bit down on your bottom lip as his arm hooked under the back of your knee.  He moved his hand to push yours away and began rubbing your clit.

“OH GOD, KARL!” you yelled, tossing your head back.  His other hand kept a firm hold of your breast, continuing to knead the soft flesh and pinch your nipple hard.  You were close and you were going to cum lightning fast.

He felt your pussy clench his cock tightly and he knew he only had moments left until he came deep inside of you.  He pressed down and circled your clit fast.  His mouth was against your ear as his grunts grew louder and louder.

“CUM, Y/N!!  CUM!  FUCKING CUM RIGHT NOW!!” he roared as you let out a scream followed by your release squirting around his cock.  Feeling your quaking body and your tight cunt made him cum hard and deep, spurts of his release hitting your cervix.

Your sensitive clit pulsed under his fingers as he continued to rub you, bringing you back down from oblivion.  You panted and moaned, arching back against him as he continued to thrust slower and slower.

“Don’t pull out of me,” you begged, holding him close by the hips, “keep your cock inside of me...keep moving...oh fuck, keep moving, Karl…”

He moaned softly and nibbled your earlobe, whispering how much he loved you and how sexy you were.  Your bodies slowly stilled and Heisenberg continued to hold your body close, kissing and licking every visible area of skin he could find.

“I love you, Karl…” you whispered, the terrifying dream you had before a distant memory.

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Succession Chapter 17 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 17

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (spanking, cunnilingus, handcuffs, restraints, blindfolding, P in V, creampie, unprotected sex *wrap it up kids* )

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 17

“Are there any clothes of yours that you would like me to wash?”

You were on your knees by the dirty pile of clothes next to your suitcases.  It had been slowly growing as the days went by and you needed to get them clean.  The shirt and jeans you wore were the only decent clothes you had, and even that was suspect seeing as they smelled of cigar smoke and various other odors from the factory.

“You do know that there is a laundry machine, right?  You don’t actually have to wash them by hand…” Heisenberg remarked, taking steps towards you on the floor, a cup of coffee in hand.  He felt tired after only a small amount of sleep the night before.  But it was nobody’s fault but his own.  The constant fucking and his inability to keep his hands off you were hindering his sleep schedule.

“Really?” you said, looking up at him, “oh wow, I just assumed…”

“...being a Lord in a small village has its perks,” Heisenberg quipped, “...it’s an older model, but it still does the trick.”

“Well, what I said still holds.  I can wash your clothes along with mine,” you offered.

He smiled at you. “I don’t expect you to do anything for me, dollface.  We can wash our respective clothes together.”

You shrugged your shoulders in agreement and gathered the dirty clothes in your arms, standing to your feet.  “Okay, let’s go!”

Heisenberg finished his coffee and set the mug down on the table, removing his sunglasses.  You could barely see his eyes under his wide brimmed hat, but what you could see of them gleamed in mischief.  Oh, shit, what did he have planned now?

“We can do that later,” Heisenberg murmured, taking a step closer to you, “but now...I’m calling in my favor…”

“What favor?” you asked suspiciously.

“Oh come on,” Heisenberg scoffed, “don’t tell me you forgot.  A few days ago when I took you to see Moreau...you said if I accompanied you, that you would make it up to me…”

Your throat went dry.  Your fingers dug into the clothes piled up in your arms.  Realization, a bit of dread, and a twinge of excitement started in your body.  You did say that you would do anything to make up for it.  But with Heisenberg and that mischievous smirk on his lips, that could mean anything.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked hesitantly.

“Oh, pussycat...you have no idea.  Put those clothes back on the floor…”

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, turned, and let the pile fall to the floor next to your things.  Turning back to Heisenberg, you watched him remove his hat and put it on the table.  His trenchcoat was next.  He tossed it across one of the chairs.  

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered as he unbuttoned his shirt.  You stood there dumbfounded for a second as you watched him untuck his shirts, letting the buttoned-up one slide down his arms.  He reached for his undershirt, pulling it off overhead.  The objects around his neck clattered noisily as he set them on the table.

“I said, take off your clothes…” he repeated, his voice low and menacing.

You quickly jerked out of your stunned ogling and began to unzip your pants, not wanting to try his patience..  Heisenberg grinned as he unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops of his pants.  He folded the belt and grabbed each end in his hands, making it snap noisily.  You jumped at the loud noise and he laughed.

“Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you…” he promised.  Your heart raced in your chest.  You felt equal parts apprehension and excitement.  He was intelligent and creative...the possibilities that this favor held were endless…

He watched as you finished removing your clothes and you stood before him naked.  His tongue slid along his lips as he stepped towards you.  You looked up into his eyes as he slowly moved to your left, circling your body.  He looked you up and down, admiring every inch of you.  His belt touched your skin and you yelped.  Heisenberg chuckled.

“Bend over the bed, your hands pressed to the sheets,” he commanded, sliding his belt up your spine.  An exhilarated thrill surged through you and you turned to the bed, bending forward from your hips.  Heisenberg took the belt and let it roam along your ass.  You bit your bottom lip, wondering what he had in store for you.

You didn’t have long to wait as his belt came down across your ass, giving you a swift spank. A shriek escaped your mouth and Heisenberg laughed.  “Did that scare you, pussycat?” he asked playfully.  You exhaled and turned your face to look at him.  He stood there with his folded belt in his hands, an amused smile on his face.  His shirtless torso showed off his toned chest and stomach, making him look every bit the dangerous dominant man he was.

“Karl...please, do it again,” you murmured.  With a low growl, he brought the belt down again.  The spanks stung as they connected to your ass, him waiting momentarily in between.  The pain was brief before giving way to pleasure.  You felt his hand caress your cheeks, squeezing each in his grasp.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” Heisenberg marveled, placing one hand on the small of your back as he spanked you.  You moaned loudly, lifting your gaze upwards.  After every couple of hits, he would rub and massage your ass, making sure you were okay.  Your skin reddened and was hot to the touch.  His gaze looked over your body, watching as you shivered at the blows of the belt.  Your moans and whimpers were like music to his ears.  And he wasn’t done with you yet.

“Lie on your back on the bed, your head on the pillow,” he ordered.

You followed his command, unable to hide the excitement on your face.  Heisenberg noticed and laughed.  “Oh, you are enjoying this, aren’t you, pussycat?” he marveled.  He walked to the head of the bed and bent down.  The familiar jangling of chains made your eyes go wide.

Heisenberg stood up with the makeshift handcuffs in his grasp.  You looked up at him, his eyes boring holes into yours.  Without a word, he took the cuffs and wrapped the headboard railing with the chains, looping them around and around until they were tight.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered.  One by one, you lifted your wrists and let him restrain you with the cuffs.  Your heart pounded and your mouth was dry.  There had been several nights in the past that you had entertained the fantasy of a man handcuffing you to a bed and raining down torturous pleasure so intense that it made you go insane...you couldn’t think of any other man that you wanted to submit to like this but Karl Heisenberg.

“Oh, fuck…” you moaned as Heisenberg’s fingers slid down your forearm and tricep.  He trailed his fingers down your body to your feet, slowly walking along the bed.  Your skin shivered and peppered with goosebumps.  This man knew just how to touch you.  In the short time you two had been fucking, he memorized every spot that made you whimper and every move that had you crying out in ecstasy.

He pulled his hand away and went to your suitcase, rifling through your things.

“What are you doing?” you asked, lifting your head to look at him.

“Looking for this,” he replied, standing straight, a scarf in his hand.  You released a breath as he sat on the edge of the bed next to you.  Leaning forward, he took the scarf and covered your eyes, tying it behind your head.

“Karl…” you whispered, gripping the chains of the handcuffs.  He adjusted the scarf over your face so that you couldn’t see anything.  You were bound and blindfolded, completely at his mercy.  The arousal that swirled in your belly was astronomical.

“Let me know at any time if you want me to stop,” Heisenberg said, “if it gets to be too much, tell me.  I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with…”

“For fuck’s sake, Karl, please don’t stop!” you whined, pushing your hips upwards, “this is so fucking hot…”

Heisenberg laughed and stood to his feet.  You heard the zipper of his pants and the sound of him kicking off his boots.  The shuffling of fabric followed by the drop of the remainder of his clothing met your ears.  How desperate you were to look at him standing naked before you.  You wanted to see his muscles flex, you wanted to feel his body under your hands, and you wanted to watch his face contort as he fucked you.

The mattress dipped under his weight as he spread your legs.  He lifted your right leg, his hand circling your ankle.  You sucked in a breath and released an anguished moan at the feel of his lips kissing down your calf.  Wetness slipped from your pussy and dripped onto the sheets.  The man’s soft lips coupled with the roughness of his beard made your senses go into overdrive.

His lips kissed to the back of your knee and his tongue licked lazily along the skin.  You arched your back and groaned.  The area was sensitive and erogenous.  You didn’t know that it was a place on your body that could elicit such pleasure.

“Karl...please…” you mewled.  Your body writhed in waves as he kissed down your inner thigh.

“I meant it when I said I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of your skin, Y/N…” Heisenberg said, “...I could devour your flesh, suck the sweat off and drink it…”

You felt like you were on the verge of insanity by the time he kissed down between your legs.  His hand gripped the outer thigh of your leg, spreading it wide as he kissed along your pussy lips.

“God dammit, Karl, please...I need it...I can’t take anymore…” you pleaded, bucking your hips upwards impatiently.  Heisenberg simply chuckled as he took his other hand and placed the lightest of touches on the tip of your clit.  

You let out an anguished squeal, grinding your head back into the pillow.  His kisses and touches were surprising and unexpected.  You took advantage of your sense of sight before, always being able to know when and where he would touch you...but in that moment everything was unknown, surprising, and agonizing.

“This pretty clit…” Heisenberg said teasingly, looking up your body as he continued to lightly graze it with the pad of his finger, “...how desperate are you for me to touch it...to kiss it...to wrap my lips around it and suck?”

The scarf soaked up your frustrated tears.  The chains clattered noisily against the headboard as you bucked and writhed on the bed.  “Please, Karl...I’m begging you...please…”

“Mmmmm pussycat...I love it when you beg…”

His tongue snaked out and circled your clit.  He lifted your thighs over his shoulders, holding your hips down with both hands.  Your hips trembled and shook, desperate to ride his face.  His grip of your hips was firm, keeping you pressed to the bed, unable to move for any kind of friction.  You were completely at his mercy.

“Oh god Karl...oh fuck...yes...yes...keep licking my cunt…” you pleaded.  He chuckled as his tongue flicked slowly at your clit, looking up at you twisting and struggling for relief from his torture.  His cock was rock hard and desperate to fuck you.  Fantasies of you being cuffed to his bed while he fucked you had been flowing through his mind since he first restrained you.  At that time, it was to ensure you wouldn’t run away, but this...this is what he wanted from the moment he laid eyes on you.  You, submissive, desperate, and begging for him…

He finally gave you what you wanted and started sucking hard on your clit.

“KARL!!!!” you screamed, your legs quaking on either side of his head.  Your thighs squeezed his face and he became feral, licking and devouring the most sensitive part of you.  

The echoes of your pleasure reverberated in his room.  He growled deeply, continuing his assault on your pussy.  

“Karl...oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum...I’m gonna fucking cum...please, Karl...please…”  

He held you to the bed and continued sucking...more...more...more...until you felt the world stop.  Your mouth flew open and you screamed as you came ferociously and intensely.  Heisenberg’s mouth left your clit as he laughed triumphantly, prolonging your orgasm with his fingers, applying pressure and rubbing.  Your eyes rolled into the back of your head under the scarf, aftershocks shaking your body in waves.

“Good girl...good fucking girl…” Heisenberg marveled.  Your arms hung limp from the handcuffs, sweat forming at your brow.  He kissed up your quivering stomach to your breasts, cupping both in his hands.  He kissed your soft skin, moving to your nipple.  Your legs wrapped around his waist as his tongue traced the hardened peak, flicking and sucking.

“Karl…” you moaned, your hips arching to his body.  Your orgasm was intense and incredible and already you wanted another one.  You wanted him inside of you, to grip his cock and pulse around him.  He had given you insurmountable pleasure and you desperately wanted to return the favor.

“Fuck me, Karl…” you begged, grinding your hips upwards, “...please...I want to make you cum...let me make you cum…”

“Oh, Y/N...I love it when you talk dirty…”  

He continued kissing your breast, palming and squeezing, as his other hand went to his cock, teasing along your wet pussy.  You cursed loudly and wriggled your hips, which made him laugh harder.  “You are quite greedy, dollface…” he marveled, “...yes...so greedy...bound and writhing on my bed...I ought to keep you like this forever…”

You bit your lip and whimpered as he sucked on your nipple, sinking his teeth into your flesh.  You were going to go insane if he didn’t fuck you soon.

Heisenberg sat up and inched closer between your legs.  Sitting back on his heels, he pushed the tip of his cock into your wet cunt.

“Karl!!” you shouted, feeling equal parts relief and dread...relief that he was inside of you and dread that there would be too much time between then and your next orgasm.

Heisenberg gripped your hips and pulled you forward to meet his thrusts.  He pumped deeper into you, his hands holding you flush against him.  Your breasts bounced with the force of his movement.  You clenched around his cock, going tight and pulsing rhythmically, which seemed to please him as evidence from the throaty growls coming from him.

“Fuck...fuck...oh god dammit, Y/N...take my cock…” he moaned.  He took in the sight of you:  your fingers wrapped around the chains, your tits heaving, your thighs quivering around his body, and those sweet, cock hardening moans that flew from your mouth.  You were a vision...a fucking goddess.

“Karl...don’t stop...I want you...I want to make you cum...oh fuck, please…”

His right hand slid up your stomach to your breast, squeezing and slapping it.  You shrieked at the sudden mixture of pleasure and pain.  “That’s it, baby...let me hear you...you filthy fucking little girl…”

You were close.  Heisenberg’s hands all over your body turned you on more than anything you had experienced before.  His lips and talented tongue could make you sell your soul for one last orgasm.  All you wanted was him and he was all you would ever want for the rest of your life.

“I’m gonna cum, Karl...please cum with me...cum inside of me…”

Heisenberg leaned over you and swiftly pulled the scarf from your head.  It took a second for you to adjust to the light before your gaze settled on him.  His body pressed to yours, his hips hammering down on top of you.  His arms pushed under your shoulders and his hands went to the back of your head, making you focus on him.

“Look at me, Y/N...look at me when you cum…” he commanded.  Your clit was trapped against his skin, providing perfect friction along with his cock rocking back and forth inside of you.  It felt overpowering, devastating, and unbearable.  This orgasm was going to destroy the both of you.

“Karl...I’m...I’m...gonna…” you screamed, your eyes wide, never leaving his gaze.

“Tell me...tell me you’re gonna cum...cum for me, Y/N...cum hard…” he yelled, his lips hovering over yours.  You wanted to toss your head back, but his hands on the back of your head kept you still; you had no choice but to stare into the eyes of your executioner.

“I’m cumming...Karl...KARL, OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING!!”

Your body flailed under him, your orgasm so violent that you bucked his body on top of yours.  Heisenberg shot his hot cum deep inside of you as you came around his prick.  Both of you moaned and yelled loudly, so loudly that you felt as if the whole village could hear you.  His hips continued to fuck you into the bed, eager to prolong your orgasm.  His lips clamped over yours, kissing you deeply.  You returned the kiss, your tongue voracious in his mouth.

His hips slowed their movements as he lowered his face between your breasts, kissing as much of your skin as he could.  “You’re gonna be the death of me, pussycat…” he marveled.  You laughed breathlessly, lifting your arms in the chains.  You winced feeling how tender your wrists were, not realizing how hard you were tugging on them.

“Karl...my wrists…” you whispered.  He lifted his head and inspected the handcuffs, seeing the beginnings of red marks on your wrists.  He unlocked the cuffs and wrapped his arms around you, rolling onto his back, pulling you with him.

Your head fell to his chest, too weak to do anything.  Both of your arms hung on either side of his body.  His hands caressed your hair, moving down the nape of your neck and up and down your back.  You smiled and melted into him.

“My sweet dollface,” Heisenberg praised, “...mine...all mine…”

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Succession Chapter 12 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Title: Succession Chapter 12

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader

Rating: NC-17 for sex and language (slight hand job, girl on top, creampie)

Summary:  you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village.  This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter 12

You woke up alone in Heisenberg’s bed.  The sudden feeling of the absence of his body was instantaneous and you felt lacking.  His arms weren’t around you.  You didn’t feel the light tickling of his breath on your skin or his flesh against yours.  

The question of Heisenberg’s whereabouts was short lived.  You opened your eyes and saw him crouched at the fireplace, moving the logs around with the stoker.  His pants were the only article of clothing he had on...and that made you pout.  You wanted him naked and you wanted him next to you under the covers, helping you get warm.

The air in the room was chilly and you were grateful that Heisenberg was getting the fire going.  You could hear the wind whipping outside.  It must be positively freezing outside.  Turning towards the clock on the nightstand, you saw it was almost 5am the following day.  You couldn’t believe how the day got away from you...then again, you could.  It was around noon yesterday when Heisenberg brought you back to the factory and almost immediately, the two of you had fallen into bed.  After he told you everything there was to know about the village and his story, you two had fucked off and on all day with a few naps in between.

You lifted your arms above your head, stretching as you let out a tired moan.

“There’s my pussycat,” Heisenberg said, looking over at you stretching in bed, “how did you sleep?”  All you could do was yawn, which made Heisenberg chuckle as he walked over to you. He sat down next to you on the edge of the bed.  “A snowstorm is moving through the village,” he informed you as his hand moved up and down your leg, “it got pretty cold in here, so I got the fire going…”

“Come back to bed,” you whispered sleepily, pulling the sheets back for him, “but do away with the pants first…”

Heisenberg laughed as he stood up, unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor.  You took in his naked form as he slid back under the covers.  Arousal instantly started brewing in your belly.  You wanted him so badly.

“Here,” Heisenberg said, reaching over to the nightstand, picking up a coffee mug, “drink some water.  You’ve been asleep for almost six hours…”  You sat up and took the mug from him.  Once the water hit your tongue, you guzzled it quickly, realizing you were absolutely parched.  

“What have you been doing while I was asleep?” you asked between gulps.

“Lying here...sleeping off and on...and watching you sleep,” he replied, lying back against the pillow.  You finished off the water, set the mug on the nightstand, and wiggled back under the covers, resting your head on his chest.  Heisenberg wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, pressing kisses into your hair.

You listened to the fire crackling in the fireplace as well as the distant sounds of the factory.  Your fingers traced up and down his chest and stomach.  The moment felt blissful, comfortable, and peaceful.

“The Duke will be back around tomorrow.  I’ll need more supplies.  You can stay here if you’d like,” Heisenberg informed you.  His other hand touched yours on his chest and he interlaced his fingers with yours.  The moment made your heart swell.

“I’d like to go with you,” you said, “I’d like to look and see if there is something I might want...if that’s okay with you.”

“Of course, doll face,” he said.  You lifted your head from his chest and looked up at him.  He flashed you a dazzling smile and you couldn’t help yourself.  You leaned forward and gave him a kiss.

His lips on yours stirred the arousal inside your body.  You tried to count the number of times you two had fucked so far...there was the first time, the second time after his story, and two other times after that...maybe three, four...  The man had an enormous effect on your body and your libido...you didn’t think you would ever stop wanting him.

As the two of you continued to kiss, your hand slowly untangled from his and slid under the covers.  Heisenberg growled into your mouth when your hand found his hardening cock.

“Mmmmmm Y/N…” he moaned as your fingers wrapped around his length.  The velvet smoothness of his skin was soft to the touch.  His teeth found your bottom lip and lightly nibbled.  You smiled as you jerked his cock slowly.  Heisenberg let his head fall back onto his pillow, his hips thrusting up into your hand.  Your lips kissed along his chest, nuzzling his skin with your nose.

“Karl...I want to be on top this time...I want to ride your cock…” you moaned, looking up at his face.  His eyes were shut, his mouth open as moans and breathy whispers slipped past his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N...yes...you can do whatever you want, baby...oh fuck…” he groaned.

You giggled softly as you slung your leg over his body and sat up over his hips.  Heisenberg’s cock was hard and lying along his stomach.  Taking his cock in your hand, you pressed it between your pussy lips and slowly started to grind back and forth.

“Oh fuck...fucking tease…” he growled, looking down at his length swimming in your wetness.  You bit your lower lip and watched his face as he cursed and moaned, his hands gripping your hips.  The expressions on his face, seeing his lust painted across his features, and watching the way he reacted to your body turned you on.  He looked feral and desperate to be deep inside of you.

You closed your eyes, tilted your head back, and moaned softly at the feel of the head of his cock nudging your clit.  His fingers sunk deeper into your hips, pulling you faster back and forth along his prick.  It felt unbelievable.  He wasn’t inside of you yet and you felt like you could cum from this alone.

Heisenberg’s gaze moved up your gorgeous body and watched as you slowly ground your hips.  His eyes darkened while he watched you toss your head back and moan helplessly.  He pushed his hips upwards, desperate for more friction.  You were a scared and timid woman when he first met you days earlier...and now...here you were, in his bed, writhing on him like a bitch in heat.  In a short span of several hours, he fingered you, tasted you, and pushed every inch of his cock inside of your tight cunt.  And despite all of that, he still craved and ached for you.

“You naughty little pussycat,” Heisenberg moaned, pulling you down harder on him, “you’re dripping fucking wet.  Oh fuck, Y/N...you get me so goddamn hard…”

You looked down at him, smiling, and pressed your hands on his chest.  Deciding to give him a show, you slid back and forth along the underside of his cock and let out a litany of moans and whimpers.  “Oh fuck, Karl…” you moaned, “...I want you inside of me...I want to bounce on your huge fucking cock...oh please, Karl, please…”

Unable to control himself, he reached down for his cock and pushed inside of you.

Your eyes widened as you tossed your head back and yelped.  Heisenberg’s hands found your hips and pulled you down hard on him.  He pressed his feet into the bed and thrusted up hard and fast.  Your fingers dug into his chest as you assisted his thrusts.  Your breasts bounced in front of him and he growled low in his throat.  Keeping one hand on your hips, he wrapped the other arm around you and sat up, his lips pressing to the skin between your breasts.

Your body rolled and wriggled against him as you squeezed his cock with your pussy.  Your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged hard.  A guttural groan slid past his lips as his mouth found one of your nipples.  His tongue twisted and flicked it before his teeth sunk hard into your flesh.

“KARL!!” you screamed, your hips gyrating uncontrollably as if you were possessed.  His skilled mouth continued its assault on your nipple as one hand reached up to the other breast and pinched the nipple.  The overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain made you delirious and in that moment you would have sold your soul for just one more orgasm.

“You taste so fucking incredible,” Heisenberg moaned as his mouth switched to your other breast, “I could lick every inch of your skin.  Oh fuck, baby, I could drink the sweat sliding down your body…”

Your arms wrapped around his neck and hugged him close.  His arms went around you and for several moments, the two of you simply rocked against each other.  His cock nudged the sweet spot deep inside your cunt and you cried out in ecstasy.

“Cum inside of me, Karl,” you whispered, “please...oh fuck...uh...uh...uh...Karl…”

Heisenberg laid back on the bed, his hands back on your hips.  He fucked you harder and harder as his moans increased in volume.  He was close…

“Cum on my cock, Y/N...cum with me...please, Y/N…”

His thumb went to your clit and rubbed hard and fast.  Your release was so swift and unpredictable that your vision went hazy.  A loud, strangled yelp tore out of your throat as you bounced on his cock, your release ferocious and wild.  Heisenberg watched your body convulse and shudder.  With a loud roar, he dug his head back into the pillow and came deep inside of you.

The intensity of your orgasm took all of the energy out of you and you fell forward.  Heisenberg was there to catch you, cradling your head to his chest.

“God damn, baby...you almost killed me…” Heisenberg laughed, his hands running up and down your back.  You shivered from aftershocks as your hips slowly moved atop him.  Your pussy clenched involuntarily around his cock and each time, his body quaked from sensitivity.

“Karl…” you whispered, nuzzling his neck.  You lifted your hips and freed his dick from your pussy.  Both of you were coated with sweat, no longer cold from the snowstorm that seeped into the factory.

Heisenberg’s fingers traced patterns up and down your flesh and you felt your heart expand.  He was so good at pulling you back to reality after sex.  He was soft and tender.  It was something you didn’t know he was capable of.  It was also something you didn’t know you needed until you experienced it with him.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“Fucking starving…” you replied.

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Succession Chapter 8 (Karl Heisenberg/female reader) Resident Evil Village fanfic

Chapter 8 is here!

Title: Succession Chapter 8

Characters: Karl Heisenberg, female reader, OC

Rating: R for language and explicit gore (may be triggering with the descriptions of the bodies in the factory)

Summary: you discover a long lost relative has died and made you his sole beneficiary.  While flying to collect your inheritance, you crash in a village in Romania.

Author’s Note: I do not own the characters from Resident Evil Village. This is a work of fiction.  Anything remotely similar to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter 8

The soft tugging of your wrists woke you from sleep.  You blinked rapidly and looked up to see Heisenberg removing the cuffs and setting them on the floor.

“What are you doing?” you asked, bringing your hands close to your body and rubbing your wrists.

“Sorry to wake you,” Heisenberg murmured, “but I’m going to work for a while downstairs...didn’t want you to be shackled to the bed the whole time.  Do you need to use the bathroom before I go?”

You nodded your head, realizing you were in need of the facilities.  Standing slowly to your feet, you padded to the door and walked across the way into the bathroom.  Once you relieved yourself, you washed your hands and made your way back to the room.

“I’ll be down there for several hours,” Heisenberg said as he rinsed his hands in the sink, “I’ll probably skip lunch.  Help yourself to whatever is in the refrigerator.”

You thanked him and curled back up under the covers.  You couldn’t believe it, but this fucked-up picture of domesticity was starting to grow on you.  Last night’s dinner outside at sunset was quite pleasant.  Heisenberg didn’t talk much aside from the occasional grunt or nod if you said anything.  It seemed that something was weighing on his mind.  And when you asked him what he had been working on at his desk a few hours earlier, he once again told you to mind your business.

Heisenberg put on his hat, sunglasses, and trenchcoat and left without another word, closing the door behind him.

You fell asleep for another three hours before finally waking up and looking over at his clock on his nightstand.  The time read 11:46am.

Rising from the bed, you cooked yourself some breakfast and filled a mug full of water.  You ate leisurely and leafed through a fashion magazine that had been stuffed into one of the suitcases Heisenberg had brought from the crash site.  

Once you were finished with your plates, you washed them in the sink and put them away.  You had made up your mind that you were going to shower.  You hadn’t washed since Heisenberg brought you here and it was creeping up on day three...or was it day four...five maybe?  Either way, you needed to wash.

You gathered your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and sponge.  You also reached for your razor and shaving cream.  It had been several days since you shaved your legs and you wanted to be clean and smooth...just in case…

No, you thought, not because of Heisenberg!  But because I want to get back to feeling normal again!

There were a couple of towels hanging over the windowed walls of the shower, no doubt used by Heisenberg himself.  You made a mental note to ask him for towels of your own when he got back…

Then it occurred to you.  When he left, he closed the door, but you didn’t hear the loud click that his key usually made in the lock...

He didn’t lock the door.

*

As you shaved and showered, you mentally weighed the pros and cons of whether or not you should leave Heisenberg’s living quarters.  He had never not locked the door.  Maybe whatever work he had planned was at the forefront of his mind and he had simply forgotten to lock the door.  Or maybe, just as he trusted you to go back and forth from the bathroom without him keeping watch over you, maybe he was starting to trust you not to leave the room.

The monotony of the room was starting to become boring...perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to walk around and stretch your legs.

You put on a pair of jeans, a long sleeved shirt, socks, and sneakers. Promising yourself that you wouldn’t walk too far, you opened the door quietly and peeked out into the hallway, looking right and left.  Heisenberg wasn’t in the vicinity.  The usual sounds of the factory rang out in the distance.  You strained your hearing to listen for footsteps.  Except for you, the area was empty.

Pushing the door all the way open, you stepped out into the hall.  You walked down the hallway, making sure to keep your steps light and quiet.  The pounding of your pulse was ringing in your ears and you were terrified of Heisenberg finding you outside of his living quarters.   He would not be happy with you if he could see you at that moment.

You walked to a closed door and opened it to see the suspended walkway you had run across on your first day.  The noises were louder as you looked out among the metal, chains, steam, and rotating bodies.  A large body of water was several feet below you.  You stood there for a minute and looked all around, afraid that Heisenberg would be nearby and see you on the walkway.

The coast was clear.  You quickened your pace as you walked, making sure to tiptoe.  You reached the door on the other side, pushing it open.

This was uncharted territory. You didn’t know what was around the corner and made a mental note of which way you turned, how many flights of stairs you went up and down, and factory signs.  The signs were written in Romanian, but you sounded them out in your head in hopes you would remember your way back.

Occasionally you would open a door or two along the way, poking your head in and scanning the rooms.  A part of you felt guilty...you were being invasive and nosy.  This was Heisenberg’s home and even though he was keeping you here against your will, you thought it unlikely that he would want you poking around in his factory.  You could picture him now:  his brows furrowing, his gloved hands balling into fists, and his mighty voice booming as he yelled at you to get back to his quarters.

Dear god, why did that turn you on?

You had descended stairs earlier and hadn’t seen another set in quite a while, so you assumed you were down in the dregs of the factory.  It started to feel warmer the further down you went.  Why wasn’t Heisenberg’s room down here instead of higher up where the cold slid in through the walls so effortlessly?

You turned a corner and came up to a heavy steel door that was slightly ajar.  Leaning forward, you peered down a dark hall...with bodies hanging along the right side.  “Oh my god…” you whispered.  You couldn’t tell whether they were alive or dead, but a gas mask sat over each of their mouths and they hung from a tight leather strap wrapped around the breastbone and up under their arms.  Their skin was pale and their eyes closed.

Keeping your back flat against the left side of the hallway, you quietly and slowly made your way across.  You counted in your head...one, two, three, four, five, six bodies spaced out along the hallway.  Was this part of the work that Heisenberg was doing around here?  You shook your head.  Why was he doing this?  What was he doing with all of these bodies?

Another steel door was at the end of the hall and you silently turned the knob and pushed it open.

Upon entering the large room, you gasped audibly, your eyes wide.  The place looked like a morgue.  Five steel tables sat in the room...with five more corpses lying on top of them.  They each looked recently dead, their skin not as pale as the men hanging in the hallway behind you.  Decomposition had not occured yet.  The bodies had various trauma to them.  One was missing an arm.  One had its left leg sewed on.  

The other three were fitted with a visor over their eyes.  They laid shirtless on the tables.  One was a woman, her bare breasts visible with a gaping hole in her chest where her heart was supposed to be.  She was clothed from the waist down in a uniform that looked familiar...she was wearing a flight attendant’s uniform.  Could this be one of the attendants from your plane???

The other two bodies had something different over their left chest.  A circular metal contraption was lodged inside.  “What the fuck…” you murmured softly, walking amongst the carnage.  You were beginning to think that maybe you should have stayed inside Heisenberg’s quarters.

A door was opened on the other side of the room.  You crept towards it and looked inside.  The room stretched out before you and you could see a steel wall in the middle, separating one section of the room from the other.  A steel table stood next to the edge of the wall and you saw that you would have to circle it to see what was on the other side.  Swallowing the growing anxiety in your throat, you stepped closer.  

You reached the table and the wall and leaned forward, peering into the room.  Your mouth dropped, your eyes widened, and you gasped loudly.

“Bruce???”

Bruce Williams sat in what looked like a dentist’s chair, his body slumped forward.  A visor, just like the ones the three bodies were fitted with in the previous room, was also sitting over his eyes.  Three or four tubes were hanging from the ceiling and plugged into different areas on his body.  But the worst thing was his arm...the forearm from the elbow down was missing...and what replaced it was an electric saw.

A tear rolled down your cheek.  Oh, god, Bruce, you thought, what happened to you?

Before you were able to put two and two together, there was movement behind Bruce’s body.  An open door was against the back wall and Heisenberg entered the room, both of his hands holding surgical tools.  He stopped in his tracks when he looked up and saw you standing before Bruce.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Heisenberg growled, “how did you get out of my room?”

Panic, disbelief, and terror surged through your body.  You found yourself mourning for Bruce all over again and being gripped with fear over being caught...but even greater, fury had begun to make your blood boil.

“What is this?!?!” you cried out shrilly, “what are you doing to him???  Bruce...he was seated next to me on the plane!!!  OH DEAR GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM???”  You took several steps back, your fingers gripping your hair.  This was not happening....this was not happening...you were dreaming again…

“Y/N, let me explain…” Heisenberg said, fastly approaching you, putting his tools down on the table.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!” you screamed, turning on your heels and running out of the room.  You ran into one of the bodies on the table, your body falling forward.  Your chin touched its cold skin and you let out another loud scream.

“Y/N, stop!” Heisenberg commanded.  You felt him behind you, his hands gripping your shoulders.  You yelped and whirled around, shoving his body away from you.  You ran for the exit just as one of the tables with a body flew out in front of you, blocking your path.

Adrenaline was pumping through you and you quickly ran around the table and out of the door.  You ran down the hallway, ignoring the hanging bodies, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Y/N!!” Heisenberg yelled as he ran after you.  You were in total flight mode and you couldn’t remember which way was up.  The little notes you had jotted in your memory were long gone and you had no idea how to get out of the factory.

As you turned a corner, you saw a large industrial lift.  You darted inside, gripping the sliding elevator door from above, and pulled it down shut.  Looking over at the buttons, you hit the UP arrow rapidly in pure panic.

Heisenberg ran full force at the door, his fingers wrapping around the wooden railings.  You screamed loudly, scrambling back against the other side of the lift, pressing your back against the wall.

“Y/N!!” Heisenberg shouted, “Y/N, STOP!!! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!!”

The elevator lift began to ascend, putting more and more space between you and Heisenberg.  You could hear him shaking the wooden railings, screaming your name over and over.  Looking upwards, you watched with growing impatience as the lift slowly made its way higher and higher until it stopped at the very top.

There was a metal door before you with thin railings.  You looked between them to see a small field surrounded by a barbed wire fence.  The metal door was shut tight.  You started to kick at the door and shove your shoulder against it, desperate for it to open.  After what felt like several moments, you shoved your body once again and the door flew open.  You spilled into the grass and looked around wildly.  Where could you go?  Where could you hide?

You looked to the left and saw a small section of fence that was rusted and pushed back, creating a space that would allow you to escape.  Running as fast as your legs could take you, you pushed at the wire and slithered your body through the hole.  Jagged edges snagged your skin and your clothes, but you were too fueled by panic to worry about scratches.

After clearing the fence, you jumped to your feet and ran towards the trees and the mountains, desperate to get as far away from Heisenberg as you could.

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