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issa-pheonyx · 8 months

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Yandere!Lord Dimitrescu&Sons X Fem!Reader🔪 [Part 2]

𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝘁. 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗻. 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗻-𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲? (𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 *𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀) Part 3

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"What..." You slowly open your eyes attempting to clear your vision as you were seeing swirlies. A debate is going on as you see a giant vampire man that could almost ten feet tall, a normal heighten man was glaring up at the vampire. This has to be a whole fever dream. "I'll take her in and keep her safe unlike your stupid mutts who don't know how to control their bloodthirsty hands to themselves, Dimitrescu." The giant vampire snarls his canines at him,"How dare you speak of my sons!? They are well behaved than your childish attitudes and immature mannerisms. You could easily harm this girl by a loss of control of your wrenches, you stupid man thing!"

"What the hell is going on-" "Silence!" You were cut off by the mysterious woman from the snowstorm. "Wait, you're the woman at the storm! Where am I!? I need answers dammit!" Frustrations grew onto you as everyone avert their eyes to you. "It seems like the child has awoken. We must begin the meeting now. The girl has finally arrived to the village and will become one of our new lords. However, there must be a mentor or figure for her to achieve it so." You were completely ignored as the chains on your wrists and ankles tightened. 'Great. I'm cuffed?' Sighing, you start to flex and pull your wrists out as the chains broke. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, (Y/N). It will make things much more difficult than it is." The man in the strange black glasses got close to you,"I can see potential in you. She can learn much more from me. I'll take her. You saw how strong she is. I can-"

"I object! She must be accompanied more than one person. If she were my daughter I wouldn't let you-no let her be around a freak like yourself alone, Heisenburg." The man turn his head at him, enraged, and got up to him,"I'm the freak!? You are the one stands out more than everybody else in the room, Lord Dimitrescu!" Heisenburg mocked his name as Lord Dimitrescu was gonna throw hands as Mother Miranda steps in between,"Gentlemen, let me remind you this will give a bad impression to the girl. Tame your fights until the meeting is over." Both of them huffed away the rest of their anger and backed away. "Now...(Y/N) I'm sure you are aware of such abilities you have, correct?" Before you had the chance to break off the chains from your ankles you quickly acted that you weren't and nodded

"Good. That'll make it easier for you and...well depends on how the four lords will react amongst the decision you would like to stay in." You raise a brow, puzzled, and stand up being careful from the chains to not trip on your feet. "Who said I need to make a decision? I don't even know where I'm-" Mother Miranda gripped your wrist and pulled you down to her height,"Understand this, but you better keep it a secret. Your mother isn't your mother. I am. Your father, Ethan, is dead. All he is, is a living mold to keep him alive. I created you in this world and I can take you out of it if I wanted to do. But, you will not ruin my plans if you're going to behave this way. You need me more than I need you." She whispered as your eyes widen from her explanation. Your eyes slowly look to the side as her head tilts a little as she continues,"You will choose Lord Dimitrescu, because Heisenburg is highly aware of everything except for the rest. Now..." Mother Miranda lets you go and walks away going back to the stand,"(Y/N), it is time for you to make the decision and it seems like Lord Dimitrescu and Heisenburg are the popular votes in judgement of such enthusiastic objections. Who will you stay with?"

There was no other choice. Sure, you have the abilities to fight, but the knowledge to survive alone in the wild, no. You were helpless. You don't even know where the hell you are. Plus, with Mother Miranda. She was right. "I choose..." Everyone's eyes including Heisenburg and Lord Dimitrescu intensely stare at you. Mother Miranda gave you a look as a warning. Your shoulders slump and you answer,"Lord Dimitrescu. I-I choose him." Heisenburg cussed out in anger as Lord Dimitrescu looks down at the man in triumph. He walks over to you and leans lower still intimidatingly high,"I shall take care of you well under my wing, darling~" He properly bows and steps away as Mother Miranda was catching up to you and turns,"Court is dismissed." That was that...you knew you were never coming back home. Ever~

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

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mycrayolamarkers · 9 months

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Am back and more memes are coming soon!

#memes #meme #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #resident evil x reader #yandere ethan winters #yandere resident evil #platonic yandere resident evil #yandere chris redfield #yandere memes #yandere mia winters #yandere #yandere leon kennedy #yandere heisenberg #handsome is a bad bitch #y/n memes

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 5 months

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(For Heisenberg) Why did you want to keep me, anyway? If I'm going to be held captive, I think I at least deserve to know why.

"If you're fishing for some kind of sappy love confession, you're better off watching one of Moreau's old movies," Heisenberg replied, not looking up from his book while he sent his silverware and metal plate towards the kitchen sink. "I'm a superpowered freak, but even I've got human needs: companionship, positive interaction from people not throwing offerings at my feet or falling over themselves to worship me...physical needs..." He smirked as he turned the page.

"You're not one of Miranda's puppets because I was lucky enough to find you first," he continued. "I think in exchange for a psychotic witch not trying to turn you into a Mold Monster and keeping her just-as-batshit followers and family off of your back, being my wife is a fair trade." He marked his page, got up, and put his arms around your waist. "I won't do the ceremony for a while, though. Miranda would insist on making it a big celebration and incorporate her religious bullshit ceremony into it somehow. Plus, I've got to make the ring and I've got a few Soldats who need repairs first."

#rp ask game #.re8 #.resident evil #.heisenberg #yandere re8 #yandere resident evil #yandere heisenberg #fem darling

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theyanderespecialist · 10 months

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Fixing His Darling (Headcanons) Yandere Heisenberg X Handicap Reader (Resident Evil Village)

#Yandere #YandereHeisenberg #YandereResidentEvil8 #YandereResidentEvilVillage #YandereHeadcanons #Headcanons #ResidentEvilVillage #ResidentEvil8 #ResidentEvil #Heisenberg #KarlHeisenberg #HeisebergXReader #Reader #HandicapReader

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! This request is almost a year old, if not older! It is one of many I am going to try and catch up on. This one is Yandere Karl Heisenberg X Reader with Prosetitics. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Karl Heisenberg is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine. Just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, Heisenberg is not the best person either.)

[Again, enjoy this!]

-Yandere Hedacanons with Heisenberg X Handicap (Lost Limb) Reader-

.He did not leave his factory often, if ever.

.The first time in a long time, he met you. A Beautiful person who was tinkering with a piece of crap.

.He learned that piece of crap was your right leg.

.You lost it to one of his lycans.

.Which of course he was not going to tell you.

.He was smitten with you right away talking about how to improve your leg.

.He got your name and went back home.

.But of course, he could not get you out of his head.

.You were all he dreamt about for days.

.You distracted him so much that he could not even work at this point.

.He quickly becomes obsessed with you and begins to stalk you.

.He notices how others treat you and he hates it.

.You were a delicate little thing that needs to be protected and he was going to be the one to protect you.

.He offers you a job that you did not turn down.

.Cleaning his home.

.He will keep you close, only letting you out of the factory with him.

.BUT YOU ARE TO NEVER GO DOWN TO THE WORKSHOP

.He has a soft spot for you and is very protective

.No one was going to hurt you on his watch

.His yandere side shows how controlling he is of you.

.Where you go, who you talk to, anything and everything. He has to know it to make sure you are safe.

.He also would be secretly working on upgrades for you.

.Testing them out on poor villagers who ended up in the factory.

.Evetuanlly he will knock you out and make the upgrades.

.A New limb built into your very flesh.

.He also loves that he has full control over it.

.So he can stop you from leaving him.

.If you misbehave he is not afraid to lock it up and keep you in bed.

.He would deal with rivals by turning them into test subjects.

.Or sending them down to play with Strum.

.Where they would not last long not at all.

.He would confess to you, and no he does not care if you say no.

.You are his you are to stay in his factory and be his sweet little Spouse.

.That is until he defeats Mother Miranda and makes you his majesty and co-ruler.

.You are his conquest in the end. You better just get used to it!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Finally got another chapter done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

#Yandere #yandere heisenberg #yandere karl heisenberg #yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil village #yandere resident evil 8 #yandere headcanons #headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil heisenberg #Karl Heisenberg #heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #reader #handicap reader

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cillivnz · 3 months

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a good host [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 2469

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. f!masturbation, usage of sex toys, virgin!reader, voyeurism, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), vaginal fingering, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation (he calls you a whore), slightly mean!Karl, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, squirting, overstimulation, clit-play.

A/N — i just think heisenberg would be a good fuck, that’s it— that’s what motivated this. i’m slowly rising like a phoenix out of the fires of writer’s block, so, slowly but surely i’m trying to get back on track with my requests and works. though, a full comeback might take a few months. no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

more from my ‘resident evil: village’ world.

“FUCK,” YOU GROAN as you shut the door to your chambers behind you.

you’d excused yourself for the umpteenth time, now inconsiderate of how rude you would seem to the man you’ve been leaving all alone in the cold and empty dining room of your manor.

well, your mother’s.

and a friend, too.

well, not a friend.

Karl Heisenberg and Alcina Dimitrescu would prefer the term, “(unfortunate) associates”, but manners run well in a noble’s blood so it’s natural for the two to try and be cordial.

and it’s the same manners, the same etiquettes instilled in you that have put you in this state.

flushed, embarrassed, and wet.

you couldn’t bare to look Heisenberg in the eye while he made small talk with you in your home.

his round, black glasses were perched on the tip of his strong nose, his hat, like a loyal companion, sat next to him on a wooden chair, his greyed hair, out and frisky. his overcoat had been long abandoned, perhaps, at the very entrance to the castle, so his beige undershirt, clasped around his big broad muscles and softer belly didn’t go unnoticed by you.

fuck, the more you took in his appearance, the hotter became the air in the room, your ability to breathe and the more frantically you’d rub some friction between your thighs.

YOU’VE FOUND KARL HEISENBERG INSATIABLE since you were a little girl, which you still were in his eyes, as he painfully reminded you every time by referring to you by that and nothing else. as of lately, your urges around him have worsened.

since your eighteenth birthday, Heisenberg’s began to look at you a little differently.

he listens carefully to the squeaky little bunny that’s lately got the balls to interrupt her own mother and company, correct them in political matters. yeah, Heisenberg’s began to notice you. earlier, your greetings would be dismissed with a nonchalant wave in the air, but now? heisenberg could hear you talk for hours, so desperately wanting to hear the sultry tone of your voice that he’d ask to hear the same story about your earliest memory hunting, over and over again.

so, to say he felt appalled by your frequent exits from your evening together— an evening he had committed to your mother, had Alcina been home— was an understatement.

after the third time you had left him alone, his impatience and ego got the best of him, though there was an undertone of curiosity there, too. so, he, sly as a fox, followed you to your room.

your back was pressed against the door, muffling your cries while you rubbed your clit down with a toy. you were in a trance, mind fogged with painful lust that drove your legs on its own fervour. you sink into your bed, ripping your dress off of yourself in a swift motion, and hiding your bare skin with a poor excuse of a duvet.

your toy was swimming in your slick with every rub against your cunt.

“fucking hell,” you moaned when the tip of the toy nudged your slit, massaging your hole, easing in only to pull out immediately.

while you edged yourself, thoughts of Karl crawled in, like their usual tendency. you fantasised about his big hands, how they were resting on your knee for a brief second, before continued sipping on his earl grey tea.

you sighed when his name escaped your parted lips. you wanted nothing more than to be split open on his cock, at his mercy. your mother would be so ashamed if she ever finds out one of her most disliked friends is the prime source of your infatuation.

you think about his lips on yours, your breasts, his fingers inside you, on your clit— you whined, “this so wrong, but fuck me,”

AND KARL HEISENBERG COULDN’T AGREE MORE.

admiring you from afar, he couldn’t help but feel a twitch of arousal in his pants. he is no damn saint, but he knew it was wrong of him to enter your room without permission. not his fault, your moans sounded like cries, so you worried him, he just wanted to make sure you’re okay. and his reason for staying to watch the show? well, like i said, he’s no goddamn saint. he just wants to make sure you’re really okay.

“so this is what you keep hopping off to do, little bunny.” his thunderous voice roared in the quiet of your room, the transatlantic accent deeper once laced with lust and mischief.

you jolted upright, “L-Lord Heisenberg!” you clutched the duvet to your chest, failing to cover a breast, still, and his eyes were quick to catch your mistake.

“please, call me Karl.”

“you seemed to have no problem in moaning it.”

you froze, clenching involuntarily around the the length of your penetrating toy.

“i—”

“shh, it’s okay.” your stammering was interrupted by a single step taken by Karl closer to you.

“i don’t mind, bunny.” he cooed, softly.

he took this moment to admire you.

you looked like a deer caught in headlights. your doe eyes, furrowed brows, plump, parted lips, the subtle perspiration settled on your collarbone, the duvet clinging to your cleavage and your pebble-like nipples peaking through it.

“i’m just mad you had to hide the show from me.” by the time those words leave his mouth, he’s on the foot of your bed. “thought Mama Dimitrescu would’ve taught you better, sweet girl.” he ‘tsk’ed.

“A GOOD HOST ISN’T SELFISH, HM?”

“A GOOD HOST LETS THE GUEST JOIN IN ON THE FUN,” he says; nods convincingly. a gentle hand inching towards your blanketed body, ready to peel the duvet off and expose you in all vulnerability.

he eyes you for a moment, face searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but was pleased to see you rip all coverings off yourself on your own, grabbing Karl by the hand and pulling him towards you.

his face was so close to yours, you felt heat emitting from your body onto his.

“now, little bunny, are you sure yo—”

you cut him off by placing a kiss of fervency on his lips, giving Heisenberg the answer to questions he was yet to ask.

he let you enjoy the lead for a brief moment more, before taking control. laying you down, Karl was quick to climb on top of you, his hands not wasting a minute to feel your body beneath him.

“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want this, too, little bunny.” you gasped at the confession, Karl using your parted lips as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

you were kissing your mother’s friend, holy fuck.

“tell me, baby,” he pulled away, eliciting a whine from you. he now laid besides you, relishing the warmth of your bare body.

“‘you ever put a real cock in there?” his hand grabbed a hold of the toy, easing in the tip into your slick folds.

your mind went blank, grinding your hips slowly into the sudden intrusion. “when i ask you a question, little girl, you answer it.” Heisenberg’s voice deepened in dominance. “n-no, sir.” you shook your head.

Karl groaned in arousal.

the thought of stripping away your innocence was so intoxicating.

“of course not. that brute dame knows better than to let you out of this shithole.” he scoffs, evidently insulting your mother, for reasons he named himself, “the minute you ought to step out, men would be pouncing on you like rabid dogs.”

he didn’t stop pumping the toy inside you, agonisingly slow, leaving you whining and begging for more.

“you want more, huh, bun?” he spoke so gently. you nodded, unable to form words because of the aching sensation between your legs.

“okay, i’ll give you more.” he lifted you up like you weighed a feather, placing you between his legs. his own were positioned between yours, so all it took for him to have you spread out was just a nudge of his knees.

“there we go, now spread that pretty pussy for me.” he rested his head on your shoulder, watching eagerly while you hesitated a little to comply.

he put his hands on yours,

and they fit like pieces of an intricate puzzle.

enveloping your smaller ones completely, his hands guided yours to spread your pussy open. the cold air of your room hit your leaking slit, causing you to shudder in his arms.

“look at you glistening, baby.”

“my god,” he groaned, rubbing your hand (and his atop) into your slick.

you sighed into the feeling of your soft hands, mixed with his large, rough ones.

“show me how you please that little pussy.” he whispered in your ear, kissing your lobe.

you nodded, biting your lower lip at his vulgarity.

a lord, yet so crude.

you began toying with your clit, rubbing figure-eights on the swollen bud. Karl’s hands wasted no time in fondling your breasts— groping, squeezing, twisting your nipples, tugging at them— only adding more pleasure to the sensation.

“ease one in.”

you weren’t sure what he mumbled until he decided to take matters into his own hands (literally) and rubbed a finger against your slit.

you swore you forgot how to breath when the sharp sensation of the digit penetration was felt.

“Karl…” you moaned, relishing in the feel of being stretched open.

“what do you think about when you touch yourself?” he asked, velvety voice dripping honey on you.

simply answered, “you.”

he kissed your neck, “i know, bunny. but what in specific?”

“uh~”

“tell me.” he grunted, pushing another finger inside.

“y-your hands… i think about your fingers… inside me.”

you mewed hearing him groan in your ear, the subtle nuzzle of his head into your neck urged you to continue. “‘want nothing more than your cock pounding me— wanna be at your mercy, Karl!”

“fuck, baby,” Karl groaned at your vulgarity; even you were surprised at the profanities leaving your lips but the lust hazed cloud in your mind burst with rains of arousal.

“i’ll give what you want for being such a good girl.” he purred in your ear, discarding the drenched toy. your whine at the loss of contact turned into a gasp when he so carelessly threw away your toy to the corner of the room.

you looked up at him through your lashes, feigning faux offense at the abandonment of your favourite companion on a lonely night. “don’t worry,” assured Karl, grinning.

“you won’t be needin’ that no more.” he grinned, plunging two of his thick digits right into your core.

you were stretched like a spring at the hands of this rugged noble. he nuzzled his head into your collarbones, the rugged stubble adorning his handsome face prickling your soft flesh.

Karl bit, licked, sucked, and nibbled, while you writhed, moaned, shivered, and cried in ecstasy.

“such a naughty girl— ‘acting so noble and sophisticated all the time, but when Mama’s friend comes in sight, you start cussing like a sailor with the libido of a pervy sleazeball.” he chuckled at his own descriptions of you, while you hadn’t registered a word he said, simply clenching and unclenching around his experienced fingers, moaning his name with every haggard breath.

“c-close!” you hiccuped, tears staining your rosy face.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” Karl groaned, licking the shell of your ear. you shuddered, not knowing if it was at his lewd actions or the mere compliment.

Karl breathed in your scent, your sensual oud suppressed by the sweet fragrance of your arousal.

he pulled out his fingers.

you began crying.

“why…?” you sobbed, “because,” he explained.

“you’ve not been a very good host, baby girl— leaving your guest waiting like that. only fair you don’t get release this soon, hm?”

he cooed his justification and you weeped like you had committed the most heinous crime.

your hole fluttered around the damp, chill air of your room. gaping around the new nothingness that replaced the stuffed fulfilling treatment you were receiving prior.

“please, i’m sorry— i’m… i’ll do better next time—”

“next time?” Karl was quick to intervene.

“what makes you think there’ll be a ‘next time’?”

your glassy eyes widened, “please, Karl, i’m begging you.”

“hm…” he hunched over your shoulder, chin prodding into your shoulder blade while he looked over at you, nonchalantly. not even an ounce of remorse, amusement, if anything.

“okay. since Mommy taught you manners,”

he rammed his fingers back into your cunt, a look of devilish glee spread across his face.

in and out, in and out, in and curl.

you screamed when he hit that spongy spot inside of you, dead-on. Karl was quick to cover your mouth.

“now, now, we don’t want sweet ol’ Pasha hearing us, do we?” he slowed, referring to the chamberlain that’s often posted right outside your door. you shook your head, urging him to go faster like he was.

“good fucking girl,” he groaned, feeling you pulsate around his wrinkled fingers.

“give me a show, host. make it worth the hours you kept me waiting. ‘dry and hangin’.” he nudged your legs wider, further apart with his knees. the hand that covered your pretty lips now wrapped itself around your own hand.

a sweet moment that lasted mere seconds, he took your interlaced fingers and placed them on your clit, shaking your hand fervently.

your brows furrowed, vision blurred as you peaked. afraid you can’t let go, but he’ll make you.

he’ll make you lose control, just like he’s made you his.

with one last push, or shove of his fingers, he quickly pulled them out, and broke the dam of pleasure.

your slick gushed out of your drooling cunt, drenching everything, including the two of you, nearby.

Karl chuckled, triumphantly. still rubbing fervently at your overstimulated clit, urging more of your juices to squirt out.

“now, that’s a show, darling.” he chuckled, grabbing your flushed face by the chin and connecting your lips to a passionate, chaste kiss.

when you closed your legs, he slapped your thigh, causing you to wince and jerk them open.

“—the hell are you doing?” he asked, seemingly offeneded.

“are you kicking me out?” he raised a brow, a sarcastic smile threatening to break on his face.

“b-but i thought we were—”

“done? oh, no, baby. you left me alone in that dining room thrice this evening.”

“this was just the first of three.”

“now, ass up, face down.” he manhandled you in the blink of an eye.

“your guest’s gotta entertain himself.”

he chuckled, and you nearly choked when you felt something mean, and thick prodding at your abused folds.”

you were in for a long night with your guest.

pt. II. main masterlist. blog directory. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST.

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uvobreakmylegs · 1 year

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Hephaestus’ Workshop

Warnings: captivity, possessive behavior, creepy moments, brief body horror, Heisenberg is an asshole

Word count: 4k

Karl Heisenberg's desire to escape Mother Miranda made him a workaholic, staying up late into the night working on his soldats, the metal army he was putting together so when he did finally turn on Miranda, neither her nor any of the other lords would be able to stand in his way.

So it was normal enough not to see him for an extended period, his absences usually lasting two or three days.

When more than a week had passed and you had yet to see him emerge from the lower levels of his factory, you became worried. While he could handle himself, who knew what exactly he was getting into with those experiments of his. Worst case scenarios were running through your mind, various ways in which the lord ended up getting himself killed. Electrocution, a gas explosion, even getting torn apart by the soldats he was making. How likely were those scenarios? You weren't sure, but the longer you went without seeing him, the more you wondered if something bad had happened to him.

And while there was a part of you that was worried for his sake, you were also worried about what would happen to you if he died.

Once Miranda and the other lords realized what had happened and discovered you, what action would they take?

You probably wouldn't go to Dimitrescu; no doubt she would be disgusted upon learning that you'd repeatedly slept with Heisenberg and would consider you to be tainted for that reason. You couldn't imagine that Donna would have much interest, so the only one who might end up taking you could be Moreau, although what he might do to you also was unclear.

Then again, you might not end up with any of the lords. If Heisenberg died and his plans were discovered, then Mother Miranda herself might choose to exact vengeance on you. If she was the one to take you, it would be a long time before you would die, if she would decide to kill you at all.

That was what spurred you to make your way down the stairs to the lower levels. That, and the fact that you had heard Moreau outside of the factory, calling out for Heisenberg.

There wasn't a lot for you to do in the factory and Heisenberg didn't want you being involved with his experiments, so whenever you were especially bored you played around with his paints in one of the rooms on the ground level of the factory, keeping the windows open a crack so the paint fumes wouldn't overwhelm you. That was when you heard Moreau calling, and you ran from the room to find a hiding spot in the event that he chose to peer through the windows.

For whatever reason, the man Heisenberg referred to as a “moronic freak” occasionally visited with him. Maybe because Dimitrescu and Donna didn't want to be around him. Although Heisenberg didn't want to be around the fish man either, but it seemed whenever he was in the right mood, he'd talk with him, though it mostly seemed to be so he could bully the unfortunate lord. And evidently Moreau was desperate enough for company that he'd just take whatever verbal abuse was hurled his way.

But seeing as Heisenburg was still down on the lower levels, there was no one to answer when the fish man called, and he sounded more dejected the longer he tried to get a response.

Maybe it wouldn't have been anything to worry about, but since it was the third time Moreau had came to the factory and found no sign of Heisenberg, you worried that he would become suspicious.

You came out of your hiding spot when it sounded like he was leaving.

But as he left, you happened to catch him talking to himself, muttering something about needing to “tell mother.”

The only person he could be referring to was Mother Miranda, and if he was bringing her here to call upon Heisenberg, then you needed to get him to come back up.

Or confirm that he was dead. One or the other.

You tugged at the collar around your neck as you went down the stairs, trying in vain to loosen it just a little. You'd accepted that you needed to wear it, so you didn't know why Heisenberg insisted on the thing being so tight which often made it uncomfortable given that it was made out of metal. Not to mention the design at the front caused you extra grief, as the family crest with the horse and horseshoe he'd so carefully crafted dug into your skin at times.

Maybe it came from some desire to have something that was clearly marked as being “his”.

Whatever. It didn't matter at the moment. As you made it to the bottom of the first flight of stairs, you reiterated that you needed to find Heisenberg, and if he was alive, you would tell him what you'd heard.

And if not...... You'd figure it out when you came to that part.

It took only a few minutes to realize that the task you'd set for yourself wasn't easy at all: the factory was massive, and it took you over thirty minutes to wander around the highest of the underground levels, only for Heisenberg to be nowhere in sight.

Sighing to yourself a little, you returned to the stairs and made your way down to the next level, and the results were the same.

The further down you went, the colder it became. Even though at one point you'd caught sight of massive furnaces in an open area beyond the bodies that were being pulled along a metal track, any and all heat was traveling upwards. You wished you'd brought something more with you than the simple dress from the village Heisenberg had gotten for you. All you could do was bury your hands in your sleeves and wrap your arms around yourself as you continued with your search.

And the further down you went, it also became dirtier. At a certain point, you lifted up the skirt of your dress to keep any of the grime and dirt from getting on the end of it. You didn't have too many pieces of clothing that fit you, so you did your best to keep them from getting too dirty.

Like Aphrodite going down to visit Hephaestus.

You stopped, going over that thought again.

….. It was rather narcissistic to compare yourself to Aphrodite, of all people. Not to mention that when it came to personality, you wouldn't want to compare yourself to her for that either. There were a fair amount of bad things she'd done, like how she helped cause a war that left countless people dead for the sake of her own vanity and the constant cheating on her husband.

Although in fairness regarding the second point, you didn't recall ever reading anything that indicated that she'd actually wanted to be with Hephaestus. That was something that she hadn't been given a choice in.

You shook your head.

As fun as it was to analyze morally questionable gods from ancient times, that also wasn't too important right now.

Another level down and you had yet to catch any sign of Heisenberg. By now you weren't sure how long you'd been looking and your feet were starting to hurt. Because of that, you'd switched from the stairs to taking the elevators. Maybe the noise the elevators made would get his attention and he'd come out to meet you.

But nope. Still nothing.

Although you did eventually run into someone who was alive.

Or at least, one that acted like it.

When you'd been venturing down a dark hallway, you quickly noticed the soldats that were hanging on one side of it. Like the ones you'd seen earlier on the track, they were motionless, and when you inched your way towards the one that was closest to the door, you didn't see any sign that they were conscious.

Not wanting to stay in this area longer than necessary, you walked into the hall, keeping a fast pace and staying as far away from them as you could.

Your heart jumped up into your throat when the one at the very end of the line suddenly sprung to life and stepped out in front of you, blocking your path.

He turned to face you and stood there while he stared.

Not that you could see his eyes given the large black visor that covered half of his face. But it felt like he was staring.

What concerned you most about him was the giant drill that had been attached to his left arm. The thing was almost as tall as you were, and if he managed to hit you with it, you wouldn't have a long time to live.

The red power box on his chest glowed in the darkened area, and your eyes kept jumping from that spot back up to his face as you waited for any indication for what his next move would be. That red area should be his weak point, you remembered. But even if you could avoid that drill, you didn't have any weapons, nor did you have the strength to shut him down with your hands alone.

Then he moved.

A lot faster than you were expecting, as his empty right hand reached out for your head. You only managed to take a few steps back before he had a hand in your hair, his grip tightening when you tried to pull away. When you still tried to get away, the warning growl that came from his mouth made you still. So you stood there while the soldat ran dead fingers through your hair.

He gingerly stroked the strands before switching to your face, trailing across your cheek and outlining your lips before moving down to your jaw and then eventually your neck.

What do you do? Let him do what he wanted? Try to shut him down even without weapons, or did you take advantage of how distracted he was at the moment to run away and hope you were fast enough to avoid him grabbing you again?

None of those things, as it turned out.

Because when his fingers came in contact with the metal collar around your neck and traced the outline of the Heisenberg family crest, the soldat pulled his hand back like he'd been burned. He moved fast again, this time to get away from you, lowering his head once there was distance between the two of you once more.

After a moment where nothing happened, you cleared your throat, not realizing how dry it had become since coming down here.

“C-could you move? I need to get through, please,” you said.

The soldat reacted immediately, stepping to the side to allow you as much room as you needed.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as you scurried past him.

From what you could hear, he wasn't following you, but when you glanced over your shoulder, you saw him staring at you from around the corner.

Please let Heisenberg still be alive. Just so I don't have to go through that again, you thought to yourself.

Luckily that soldat was the only one that woke when you came by in your search for the lord, and you were spared from any more instances like that one.

Just when you figured that Heisenberg was also nowhere to be found on this level and you were coming to terms with needing to pass by the one that had grabbed you to get to the elevator, something caught your attention:

Cigar smoke.

The smell of the Cuban cigars that Heisenberg was so fond of was wafting out of a doorway you hadn't initially noticed, and you made your way past a table full of an assortment of tools.

Another soldat, this time on an operating table in the middle of the room. This one was missing parts of his arms, both having been cut off and stitched up before the elbow. You couldn't see his face either as a large chunk of metal was covering almost his entire upper half, and when you looked to a table that sat opposite of him, you saw what looked to be a propeller blade.

No, wait..... Those were chainsaws.

Another strong smell of the Cuban cigar hit you, and when you looked beyond the soldat on the operating table into an adjacent room, you saw him.

Heisenberg, facing away from you while leaning back on a beaten-up looking chair and one hand holding a cigar that was nearly finished.

Alive and well, and clearly awake as he pulled the cigar back to his lips.

Also aware that you were there, as he spoke soon after.

“I thought I told you that you shouldn't come down this far,” he said, a new wave of smoke rising after he exhaled.

“Yeah, you did,” you said.

“And yet here you are.”

He glanced back to you, his face finally coming into view. His beard looked messier than normal, and it looked like there had been a build-up of grime on his skin. A result for working for over a week with little to no sleep, most likely.

“You usually listen to what I say, so I'm guessing you're here for a reason,” Heisenberg continued.

You nodded.

“Well then,” he began, standing up to turn his chair around to face you and sitting back down after, “let's hear it.”

“Moreau came by earlier,” you said.

“What, did that idiot see you?”

“No, I don't think so,” you answered, “but when he was leaving, I heard him mention something about bringing Miranda around.”

The dark sunglasses he wore made it difficult to get a read on what he was feeling, but the instant you mentioned Miranda's name, his eyebrows furrowed and he frowned.

“Goddammit, I miss him once and he goes running to that bitch?” he snapped.

“.... Not once,” you corrected.

“What?”

“It's the third time he's come by since you've been down here.”

“What? I've only been down here four days, what's he need to see me for?”

“..... Karl, you've been down here for over a week,” you said.

He stared at you for a moment before saying “you're kidding.”

You shook your head.

There was surprise on his face now. He really had been caught off-guard by that information.

“That's a new one for me,” said Heisenberg, “and here I thought I was pretty good at keeping track of things.”

“Maybe you got too engrossed in your – ah!”

You'd been standing next to the soldat by this point and it surprised you when he brushed one of his stumps against your arm. You jumped to the side, hitting a shelf while chills ran through you.

That was enough to annoy Heisenberg, as a crowbar that had been sitting on the table next to the chainsaws suddenly flew off and delivered a solid blow to the soldat's stomach, making the poor creature let out a cry that was muffled by the metal over his head.

“Don't touch her, asshole.”

Heisenberg looked back to you, asking “you didn't hurt yourself, did you?”

You'd banged yourself up a little, but it wasn't anything serious and you shook your head.

“Good.”

He pressed the end of the cigar out into a nearby ashtray that was near to overflowing. Then he sat up in his seat, stretching out his arms as he said “guess I better head up top. Don't want Miranda to come in and see something she shouldn't.”

You nodded, but you were looking at the soldat again. What was he trying to do with this one that had him working so hard?

“What are you working on?” you asked.

“A fucking failure, that's what,” he grumbled, “I've been trying to figure out a solution to the overheating problem, but there's nothing. Just a waste of time, energy and materials. I don't even wanna keep – hey, what the fuck did I just say, freak?”

The soldat was reaching out to you again after hearing your voice, the sewn up stump blindly searching for you, though he pulled his hand back when he heard Heisenberg talking to him again.

Weird that it was the second time you'd encountered one of his soldiers trying to get handsy with you.

“Why are they all so touchy?” you asked.

“.... All?” he repeated.

You turned your head to see him looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“You do something before you got here?” he asked.

“I don't think so? Or if I did, I didn't mean to,” you began, “I was just going through the factory looking for you, and one of them woke up when I got close.”

“.... You okay?”

His eyes were still obscured, but you could tell he was looking you over now, trying to see if you'd suffered any injuries.

“I'm fine. He just grabbed at my hair a bit, mostly,” you said, then adding “and he backed off when he saw the crest.”

He was frowning again.

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

“No. They shouldn't be touching you. The ones out there were ordered not to touch you just in case something like this happened and you did come down here.”

He sighed as he continued “they're supposed to be following all of my orders, so there's something wrong if they aren't listening to something as simple as 'leave you alone'.”

“Ah.”

Heisenberg had been in an annoyed mood when you first walked in, and now that you had mentioned the reaction that the other soldat had to you, he seemed even more annoyed upon realizing that there was more work for him to do.

When you got back up top, it'd probably be best for you to retreat to your room and keep out of his way for a bit. That way you could avoid being in the line of fire in case he was pushed too far and his temper flared.

A chill ran through you then, and you visibly shuddered as you wrapped your arms around yourself once more.

Heisenberg noticed.

“You cold?”

You nodded.

He didn't say anything to that. Instead, he sat back on the chair and patted his thigh. A signal for you to sit on his lap.

You were accustomed to the command. You were also accustomed to what would happen if you tried to deny him: the metal collar would allow him to pull you forward by your neck and he would make you do what he wanted anyway. So there was no point to trying to say no as all it did was make more problems for you.

Walking forward, you quickly found yourself in his embrace as the moment you were within reach, he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap.

He was warm, and you nuzzled your face into his shirt.

“And you said the soldats were being touchy. What's this about?” he asked.

As he said that, he wrapped his arms around you.

“.... I guess I was worried,” you answered.

“About what?”

The smell of the cigar was stronger now, as well as the smell of oil and machinery, as well as the faint scent of something burnt.

“I thought maybe you died.”

He scoffed.

“Don't have a lotta faith in me, do you?”

“You aren't normally down here this long,” you countered.

“Hm.”

His hand went to your hair after a moment, his fingers brushing through and playing with the strands in a similar manner to the soldat from earlier.

While you didn't mention that again, apparently that came to Heisenberg's mind.

“You said the one from earlier grabbed your hair?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“That doesn't seem normal either.”

You glanced over at the one on the operating table, and while you weren't sure if he could really see the two of you, the way he twisted his back and attempted to crane his neck told you that he was trying to.

“Maybe they're trying to copy you,” you said.

The stroking to your hair stopped, and his gaze also seemed to go to the soldat.

“.... If they've been watching us, then that means they've been wandering around where they shouldn't. Which is, again, a problem that needs fixing.”

He sighed again as he said “later, I guess. I'll just lock down the lower levels for now so they can't get up and cause problems. Tip my hand too early and we'll all be dead.”

You nodded.

“When did you say Moreau came by?” he asked.

“I don't know. I think it was a while ago.”

“Better hurry upstairs then,” he said, “depending on how fast he got to her and what her mood is, she just might listen to him for once.”

With that, he lifted you up in his arms as he stood, and he carried you out of the room as he headed towards the elevator.

You looked over his shoulder as he walked, your eyes going to the half-finished soldats and the various tools and metalwork that littered the rooms he went by. An army built from villager corpses combined with metal and electricity, all so he could get out of the cult of the village that Miranda called family.

And after that?

….. You realized you'd never asked him that before.

“What happens after?”

“After what?” he asked back.

“After you defeat Miranda?”

His stride didn't falter, but you heard the way he hummed to himself.

“Honestly, I haven't really thought about that part,” said Heisenberg, “figured that it's better to focus on the big thing of getting out of here before I worry about what might come after.”

“What makes you ask?” he added.

“Just wondering, I guess,” you said, “there's a lot of people like Miranda out there. If you aren't careful, someone else could end up capturing you and try to use you.”

“I'll die before I let anyone do that to me again.”

Heisenberg spoke those words with conviction. He truly hated being trapped under Miranda's thumb, truly hated being being held in this place against his will.

There's some kind of irony that he didn't realize that he'd done the exact same thing to you. The only difference between the two of you was that you weren't special; you didn't have the powers that he did, nor anything that could come even close to comparing. You were just someone weak he kept around because it made him feel like he had control of something in his life.

Trying to deny that was painful, so you went along with what he wanted while you were here.

And after the village?

“What happens to me?” you asked.

“What, when we get out?”

“Yeah.”

“You're coming with me, what else?”

He turned his head to look at you, and now that you were closer, you could vaguely see his eyes through the dark lenses of the glasses. The way he looked at you made it clear that he thought your question was beyond stupid.

“You really thought I was gonna leave you behind in this fucking village?” he asked.

“Just making sure,” you said.

“You don't need to; you're coming with me, and we'll be getting out together,” he stated firmly, “that clear?”

“Yeah.”

Finally, the two of you reached the elevator, and Heisenberg continued to hold you as he stepped in and hit the switch so the car would travel up. As the car began its ascent, he whispered to you “you'll need to stay in your room for a few days. You got lucky this time, but we don't want to risk any of the lords popping by and managing to see you.”

You nodded.

The crest was digging into your neck again, and you brought up your hand to tug at it in an attempt to get some relief. As usual, it didn't work.

If Heisenberg noticed, he pretended that he didn't.

And the two of you continued back up to the world above.

#reader insert #yandere x reader #heisenberg x reader #yandere karl heisenberg #Karl Heisenberg #yandere resident evil #karl heisenburg x reader

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midnightlee25 · 3 months

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Random Yandere Headcanons: Platonic Parent: Karl Heisenberg

Mother Miranda will never know of their existence if he can help it. (Or the other lords for that matter.)

And although he doesn't like it, they will rarely go outside unless he is with them.

As much as he wants them to have freedom, he knows that restricting them is what's best for them for the time being.

If they do manage to find some hobby even if it's one, he doesn't totally understand he will encourage them to keep it.

He constantly worries about them so keeps as close an eye on them as possible.

They can hate how protective and strict he may be all they want but one day they will be able to be free from those mountains…he just needs time.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg headcanons #yandere karl heisenberg

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the-yandere-cryptid · 1 year

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hhello 🥹 toiney here once again to request a lil Heisenberg with either dry humping or size difference, pick your poison <3 glad to see you back, i hope you’re feeling better!!!

Absolutely :]] Non consensual dry humpin' ahoy, with a gender neutral reader!

“Just think about it.”

You didn’t have to think about anything; an alliance with Heisenberg was nowhere in the cards for you. You didn’t tear a path of blood through this village up to this factories front door to break bread with the man, you wanted to take your daughter and get the hell home.

“My daughter is not a weapon. Fuck you,” you gritted through thick layers of pain. Heisenberg sighed, placing his sunglasses back on his nose.

“I see. Well, what about you then?” he questioned, beginning to circle to your right. “You’re practically a weapon yourself, I would hate to not have you on my side.”

“You would hate to have to kill me,” you corrected, too tired to deal with his schmoozing. He smiled—guilty as charged—and leaned down to get eye level with you.

“Truly I would.”

You had heard enough. You huffed and stood up. “I’ll pass on—“

You heard it move, but you weren’t able to react quick enough before the scrap collided with the back of your head, throwing you forward. Heisenberg was there to catch you, and quick to twist your arm behind your back, forcing you over to his desk while you struggled to right your vision.

“Look,” he commanded, reached over your shoulder and grabbing you by the chin, “at all these fucking monsters. All of these freaks of nature, murdered by you! That makes you a freak in your own right, you know.” On this last bit Heisenberg lowered his voice to a purr, pressing the rest of his body up against you. When you felt his hardness press against your lower back you threw an elbow that he dodged.

“I’ll murder you too, you freak!” you hissed. Karl twisted your arm hard, and you practically collapsed on the desk in front of you, mouth agape in a silent scream.

“That right?” he asked, positioning himself so his cock rubbed perfectly against your ass. Through your sweatpants you could feel far more detail than you wanted to feel. “We’re both freaks, me and you?”

“Fuck—“ you wanted to snap, to fight, but this is the first time he had physically touched you and he was a lot stronger than his modest form gave him credit for, and it was starting to sink in that you might not be able to get away from him. “Fucking—!”

“Fucking?” he mocked you, thrusting against you on the second syllable hard enough to rattle the pens on his desk. “Fucking? You won’t join me but you want to fuck me?”

“Heisenberg,” you wheezed, desperation creeping into your voice. He was grinding steadily against you now, his free hand ghosting over your throat, toying with the idea of squeezing. “I’ll join you, I will, please, just—“

“Good!” All contact ceased and you instantly shot up and took two steps away from him, massaging your aching shoulder. He was still smiling, you noted with a shiver.

“Don’t do that again,” you demanded.

Moments ago his grin would have irritated you, but now it chilled your skin. “No promises.”

#karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #yandere scribbles #I SAID NO MORE HEIS FOR A BIT BUT THIS JUST OOZED OUT OF MY FINGERTIPS #resident evil

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madnessreruns · 1 year

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hii <3

may i request some hcs with karl heisenberg being a platonic yan for a m!reader, whos basically like his son in a way but they arent like blood related ?

Platonic Yandere! Father Figure! Karl Heisenberg x Male! Not Blood Related! Reader

Note: eh.. not sure how I feel about this but eh *chucks this at you*

Warnings: overprotective Karl

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He usually doesn’t like to make friends, but when you stumble into his factory he can’t help but want to spend every minute with you

He immediately saw you as a child figure in his mind. He looked to be about twice your age, and you looked like you needed protecting.

He took you deeper into his factory into a small room, just for you. He says it’s temporary but I doubt you’ll be leaving soon..

He is very protective of you from the moment he sees you. When he takes you to your room he makes sure allllll of the soldats stay OUT OF YOUR WAY. If they even lay a finger on you he’s going to dismantle and burn them.

He might even make some specifically for protecting you. With cameras attached so he can keep a close eye on you when he’s out and about.

But if he’s out he probably takes you with him. He goes out shopping and brings you with him, he goes to a “family meeting” and brings you with him, he goes to pick up a specialized order from the Duke and brings you with him.

Speaking of that. He orders lots of things from the Duke to make sure that you are comfortable. Special beds, books, devices, anything you can’t think off, he’s gonna pay the Duke a little extra to make sure he gets some for you.

He doesn’t like to let you out on your own. He doesn’t trust the people around you, or the Lycans around you not to hurt you.

Don’t even let me get started on his reaction if you make friends, or god forbid find a partner.

But??? What if??? What if they hurt you???? What if it’s that bird bitch in disguise??? What if their planning to kill you???? You if their mean? What if their abusive?

Holy shit calm down please

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#cas.txt #ask #anonymous #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #platonic yandere karl heisenberg #yandere karl heisenberg #resident evil 8 x reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #yandere resident evil

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ilovedonnabeneviento · 10 months

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Heisenberg is an absolute menace

#resident evil heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg #heisenbitch #re8 heisenberg #lord heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #house heisenberg #yandere heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #re8 moreau #salvatore moreau #re8 lords #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #re8 donna

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i-cant-sing · 1 year

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It's been a while since I've talked about RE8 and I'm just thinking about reader from my Yandere RE8 AU who is now living with the Lords after Ethan left her behind in the village, and I just know this poor baby is STRESSED. Like to the point that she can't argue without crying.

She's getting yelled at? She's crying.

Someone else is getting yelled at? She's crying.

She tries escaping the Lords and they bring her back and tell her that it's better for her to stay in the village with her "found family" than return to her real family who don't give a shit about her and reader is just standing there with furrowed brows and quivering lips, tears falling down as she weakly argues "N-No! You- you guys are *hiccups* wrong. I- they still love- I don't need anyone to take care of me!" And then proceeds to break down in front of them, causing Alcina to pick you up by your armpits like a little kitten and hugging you to her chest (u almost suffocate to death).

I just know that Heisenberg is the most awkward when you cry in front of him. He doesn't know how to comfort you, he's always had to bottle up his sad emotions, but he can't tell u to that! So... he's building some dancing soldets for you, or better yet, allows Handsome to dress like a stripper and twerk because that always seemed to make you laugh (it didn't, the hash brownies did).

As for Chria and Leon, oh my- their hearts just absolutely breat at the sight of you. But they know that they can't just let you cry your way into danger. So, they very lovingly and calmly tell you that they understand that this is frustrating but they can't just let you return to your horrible parents just because they're "blood". They could be your family too, and they swear to treat you better than anyone ever has. They slowly pull you back inside their safe house, Chris goes to make you some hot chocolate (with melatonin gummies mixed in) while Leon is just huddling on the couch with you, whispering affirmations as he watches you try to not have a meltdown.

#yandere re 8 #yandere re8 #yandere resident evil #yandere alcina dimitrescu #yandere lady dimitrescu #yandere lady alcina #yandere chris redfield #yandere leon kennedy #yandere heisenberg

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enderpearlll · 2 years

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Y!Karl Heisenberg VS. Y!Ethan Winters

TW/CW: Implied $ëxuał content, mentions of murdêr, harsh language, etc.

A set of headcanons showcasing the comparisons of a yandere Karl and Ethan. Something short and simple for now. Sorry if these aren’t that good.

• A precautionary warning before you begin: You are fucked. Stuck between a sadistic lord who can control metal with a snap of his fingers and a overprotective man made of mold that renders him close to immortal. You're better off dead.

• There's a stark contrast to these two. Karl is very, very sadistic. He enjoys experimenting with what makes his s/o tick. Karl enjoys exploiting your weaknesses to make you kneel for him. The lord finds a sick pleasure in making your life miserable, but that doesn't mean he's any less obsessed than Ethan. If anything, the lord is just hopelessly in love with you. In his own unique way, of course.

• Ethan, on the other hand is insanely paranoid and overprotective. He'll do anything to insure your total safety, even if it's at his own expense. His entire world revolves around you and your needs. Ethan treats you like royalty, but he keeps you locked up like royalty too. Ethan is extremely coddling and believes he knows what's best for you. He absolutely refuses to let you do anything for yourself, in fear of you getting hurt.

• A team up with these two is impossible. No joke, they'd rip each other apart if the other even attempted to get close to you. They openly express their hatred for each other, hoping that you'll take their side. Ethan resorts to manipulation, trying to make Karl seem like the bad guy, even though he's equally as obsessed as he is. Karl tends to nitpick at Ethan's flaws and then boost his own ego afterwards.

"What do you see in Ethan anyways? Such a try hard! You should just stick with me buttercup, I have so much more to offer than him!"

"Honey, you shouldn't be around him anymore. He obviously wants to use you for his own needs. Wouldn't want him to hurt you, don't we?"

• You see, this is not a duo you want to be crammed between. Constantly neck-and-neck, these two are never on equal grounds. It can be minutes before Karl has a pistol aimed at his head or Ethan has shrapnel sticking out of his side. Ethan wants nothing more than your safety and pure adoration. Karl on the other hand could care less about your safety and would rather focus on how loud he can make you scream.

• These two are territorial. They try to mark you up as much as they possibly can, to show the other that you are theirs, and theirs alone. Ethan feathers soft kisses across your collarbone, uttering endless praise before sinking his teeth into you. Your touch is so intoxicating, it makes his mind spin. Bruises and love bites are artistically painted across your skin after a long night. Ethan feels honoured to have placed his mark on a god.

• Karl is akin to a wolf, marking and maiming your skin like you're a delicacy to be devoured. He absorbs every whimper and cry as he digs his nails into your skin, tainting your pretty skin with his fangs. Karl slurs out dirty praise against your neck, lapping at the blood dripping from the bite marks littered over you. Sore, bruised, and bloody, you're under Karl's absolute control and he can't be more happy that you're his true love.

• Bitter insults are often exchanged; both arguing like petty siblings over a treasured toy. Which is you, in this case. The only way this feud will end is if you or one of them die. It's assured that one will end up killing the other. Unless one gives up or dies to the hands of the other, you're forever trapped in a endless cycle between them.

#yandere re8 #yandere ethan winters #yandere karl heisenberg #yandere resident evil village #yandere resident evil #yandere blog #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere x you #karl heisenberg #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #yandere fic #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil x reader #resident evil 8 x reader #re8

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 2 years

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That comfy Stockholm Syndrome shit where a Darling is slowly becoming more docile and can spend some time with yandere while doing something that would be downright wholesome and domestic if they weren't a kidnapper and victim

Heisenberg noticing them taking his coat instead of him just tossing it on the floor or hook by the door. Them quietly asking if they can help cook and learn how to make Romanian and German dishes from him. Him seeing them shivering a bit in bed and silently grabbing another set of blankets.

Tomura noticing his Darling not squirming when he tells them to sit next to him and watch him play games, and smirking a little when they ask about what he's playing. And he's happy to infodump and talk all about it with them. Watching them doing a giant pile of laundry because this Gremlin-era Tomura doesn't do it, and he decides he wants to fold stuff (with his pinkies lifted, of course)

Twice downloading recipes on his phone and wanting to learn how to cook, since he doesn't want his Darling to subsist off of conbini food. That's OK for him, but they need proper meals! Cuddling them from behind while they're standing and dance-cuddling-dragging them to the couch on "movie night"

Alcina lacing up the back of Darling's new clothes since they're not used to older-style clothes, showing Darling how to taste wine properly, enjoying some tea with her Darling and three daughters while showing her their favorite card games. Having to tell her daughters not to bombard Darling with too many questions about the outside world at once ("there's no need to overwhelm her, girls. One at a time.")

#.bnha #.tomura #.twice #.heisenberg #yandere bnha #yandere tomura #yandere twice #yandere heisenberg #.re8 #.resident evil #yandere resident evil #.lady Dimitrescu #.alcina #yandere lady dimitrescu #.myshit #thots

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cillivnz · 2 months

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more than what you bargained for [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 1163 (short and sweet)

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. loss of virginity, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), daddy kink, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation, slightly mean!Karl, p! in v! sex, brief orgasm denial, dacryphilia, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, clit-play, mention of blood, spiting, cum-play, inappropriate usage of stuffed toys!

A/N — requested! i wasn’t going to leave y’all hanging high n’ dry, nonetheless, but thank you, all! (💋 for u) no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

i’ve decided to write this as a mini-series, can absolutely be read as stand-alones, the title would be “cockuette”, inspired by the coquette-ish aesthetic of the series, hence the 🎀 on Karl!

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations from romanian to english]

draga esti acolo : sweetie, are you there? da, mamă? : yes, mother? da, mamă. am doar febra : yes, mother. i just have a fever.

YOUR NIGHT HAD JUST begun.

spinning you around, you were manhandled into a vulgar, shameless position— with you face squished against your pink, cum-slick duvet, and your ass up and spread for the older man.

“such a pretty pussy, baby. you’re really givin’ this ol’ man a treat,” he spread your gushing hole with both his thumbs.

you felt his hot breath fanning over your clenching cunt, whimpering like a wounded animal at how painful the anticipation from the lack of contact made you feel.

“hurts, daddy—” you moaned, your subconscious choosing your words.

“—daddy, huh?” he cocked a brow.

you looked back with widened eyes, face flushed with embarrassment.

you gulped, taking in the scars painting his handsomely aged face.

why was he even more beautiful up close?

“sorry…” you bat your lashes, pussy twitching involuntarily around his thumbs, still stretching you wide for the cold air of your room.

“nah, bunny. ‘s nothing to be sorry for,” he let go of your round ass to pull you closer, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

you felt every crevice of the metal man’s lacerated face, his soft silver locs brushing against the apples of your cheeks, pale grey eyes staring lovingly into yours only after his plump lips parted from your kiss-swollen ones.

he flipped you around, girthy cock falling heavy on your clit almost immediately.

without another word, he pushed the tip inside you, making you gasp.

“K-Karl! holy fuck—” you whined, showing hostility towards the fat penetration.

“sh, daddy’s here.

i got you, pretty bunny.”

only stopping when your hips didn’t allow him to go further, he let you adjust for a brief moment, before starting at a slow pace.

“Karl, it’s too much— too full.” you winced, eyes watery with pain.

“you’ll get used to it, bun. it’s made for you.” he grunted, eyes half-lidded, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt squeezing along his length.

“look at me when i fuck you, miss,” he grabbed your chin firmly, forcing your eyes open. the hand that hadn’t got an ironclad grip on your hip snaked its way onto your clit, rubbing vigorously. “Mama really didn’t teach you manners, huh?” he continued, thrusts gaining brute force and speed.

“that’s okay, darling girl. daddy’s here to teach you lessons. this is one of many.”

he chuckled viciously, eyes glinting with mischievous malice that once again dominated his softer side.

by now you were a moaning mess, crying over the assault of his fat cockhead on your sweet spot, and over the bruises forming on your body from his relentless groping and squeezing, his way of marking you in your most private, sensitive areas.

a reminder that you had wronged Karl earlier, and now you weren’t going to forget.

he turned you around in the blink of an eye, your returned to your initial position with the same sense of degradation; face down, ass up.

now, Karl was not holding back. not when your velvet walls were letting him glide through you.

only the sound of skin-on-skin slapping was sound, until a curt knock was heard.

“draga esti acolo?” your mother’s deep voice echoed.

you were frozen in place, life flashing before your eyes while the man balls-deep inside you only slowed his movements.

you raise your head meekly to look back at Karl, only earning a sly smirk from him.

“da, mamă?” you croaked.

“i’m sorry for leaving you alone with that bastard for so long, i couldn’t have left without dealing with those pests.” she sighed, referring to the people Mother Miranda had ordered her to deal with, but the only thing you cared about right now was Karl’s reaction to the insult.

and knowing him, you knew he was going to take it out on you.

instantaneously, he began pounding into you with brutality, using your g-spot as a punching bag for the mean shaft inside you.

you bit down on the cotton sheets, letting your sharp teeth gnaw into the floral print.

“when did he leave?” your mother’s voice was heard again.

“ah- ab-about an h-hour ago!” you grunted the high-pitched response.

silence met you momentarily.

“are you okay, dragă?” she asked, concerned.

“da, mamă. am doar febra!” you groaned.

your mother cursed under her breath, “it’s my fault for keeping you up so late. i’ll send Pasha in with remedies,” was the last thing she said before her heavy footsteps grew distant.

you moaned a sigh of relief, while the man behind you only chuckled. “bastard, huh?” he mused, still stuck on your mother’s insult.

“bet she’d chew on her words when my seed coats her daughter’s womb.” he scoffed, increasing the force of his thrusts by tenfold.

“daddy!”

your eyes rolled back, his heavy balls slapping your sensitive clit with every thrust, his large palms slapping your fat ass cheeks; could this be—

“—MORE THAN WHAT YOU BARGAINED FOR, bunny?” his hand found your clit, pinching the bud.

he looked over to your side, amused by the sight of your childhood toy, a bunny you named ‘Mina’ staring at the filth unravelling in-front of it.

he grabbed the teddy, still thrusting in and out of you, “choke on this,” he squeezed your cheeks together, opening your mouth just enough to shove the teddy bunny’s arm inside.

your cries were muffled, Karl finally able to focus on chasing his high.

pinching your bundle of nerves, he pulled out completely, feeling you sobbing fully into your sheets at the orgasm denial, cunt convulsing around nothing— the perfect moment for him to shove his cock in whole (in hole, literally) and shoot his load into the pussy whose virginity he just stripped off.

he groaned in your ears, hoisting you up by the hair to kiss you with fervency.

“that’s how a good host treats their guests.” he bit down on your lip, earning sobs from your breathless self.

pulling out, he was eager to spread you open again and see the his cum drool out of you, and lo and behold— your puffy cunt oozed out traces of blood in both of your fluids mixed. Karl stretched you wider and spat right into your hole, causing you to flinch and clench.

he chuckled, pulling Mina the bunny away from your arms, and using its saliva-soaked arm to clean your folds.

you winced at the contact, but the softness felt so good.

“milady, Lady Dimitrescu has sent some soup— OH, GODS!” Pasha the chamberlain dropped the big bowl of remedies to the ground, and charged out the same door she barged in on seeing the princess naked as the day she was born, getting her wet cunt cleaned by the most dangerous of the Lords, holding a teddy bunny in all his glory, with that goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

poor Pasha deserves therapy as compensation for the shit she sees at Castle Dimitrescu.

pt. I. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST. more from ‘resident evil: village’. main masterlist.

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