#yandere karl heisenberg x reader

[princess-library-dead-account]

The Price of Love

Part two

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg X Gn!Reader

Word count: 1288

Genre: Smut, kinda angsty

Warnings/tags: Hate sex, degradation, bottom Karl Heisenberg, yandere Karl Heisenberg, top reader, afab reader, pegging, Karl being a loser, it says yandere but he’s actually really gentle, established relationship, reader is mean

You do this because you hate him. Lord fucking Heisenberg, decided he had the right to steal you from the village. Your family, your life, your job- gone. Just like that. You hate him. Everyday, every damned day- you’d think it was all just a bad dream, that you’d wake up in your own bed.

But no.

You'd wake up in bed together some days. Most days you would wake up on the couch, not able to bear how he’d cling to you in your sleep. You’d make your own breakfast- he never ate any, instead opting to chug a mug of coffee. Then he’d fuck off to the lower levels, working on his experiments. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. You tried to keep yourself busy, you really did- you’d clean the living area of the factory, you’d read, draw, you’d do anything- just to keep your mind off him. But it never worked.

You hated him- and the worst part was, he’d let you. He might raise his voice occasionally, but he’d apologize awkwardly right after. He’d be… sweet, or as sweet as someone that played around with corpses as a hobby could be. He’d murmur about how much he loved you on the rare occasion you lied in bed with him. He’d try- and fail- to make you dinner, the chicken burnt and blackened, completely unseasoned, and the carrots only slightly warm, still hard and raw. He’d awkwardly give you a small kiss on the top of your head before he headed down to work on the soldats.

But- you couldn’t like him, could you-? He’s sick- he kidnapped you- he took you from your life. No. You hate him. You want nothing more than to cause him pain, to destroy him. And he’d let you. And he’d… like it. And you would too, as much as you hated yourself for it.

You sigh, looking down at the gray haired man on his knees below you. You stood on the carpet floor of his bedroom, wearing a harness with a purple dildo. The toy rested in Karl’s mouth, and he looked up at you with pleading eyes. He wears nothing but a pair of raggedy boxers, and you wear just a baggy shirt. Something in you snaps, and you roughly grab a handful of his scraggly hair, forcing him down on your cock. He splutters, wet sounds coming from him as he chokes on your length. You grin slightly at his noises, and he desperately bobs his head on your strap. You pant, watching as he squirms, a tent growing in his boxers.

“Pathetic.” You spit out, your voice a low growl. Karl whimpers against your cock, squirming slightly as he tries to keep up with the brutal pace you’ve set. You continue fucking his mouth, taking in his soft whimpers, watching as he grows increasingly restless. He rubs his legs together desperately, squirming under you. You pant, watching with sick satisfaction as his eyes begin to water, and a little drool spills from his mouth. You continue using him, before his hands come up, pawing at your ass, trying to get your attention. He murmurs, trying to speak, but it’s muffled by the toy. You don’t really care what he has to say, opting to thrust harder into his throat, relishing his gags. He attempts to speak again, this time a little louder. You pull him off your cock with an annoyed expression, and he pants slightly, his face flushed from a mix of arousal and humiliation.

“What?” You hiss out, grabbing him by the hair.

“I-“ he chokes out, his throat scratchy and abused.

“Speak, you stupid slut”.

“I- p-please fuck me-“ He whimpers out, his voice small. He looks so pathetic, his hazel eyes tearing up from your merciless use of his throat.

“Please fuck me-?!” You mock, your face contorting into a sick grin.

“Sweetie-” He starts softly, before you cut him off.

“PLEASE FUCK ME?!” You laugh loudly in his face.

“Sure, Karl.” you respond, saying his name like it makes you sick.

“-but you asked for this” you murmur, eyes narrowing. You grab a handful of his gray hair causing him to cry out, and you throw him onto the bed. He lays down on his back with glazed eyes as you rifle through his nightstand. You find what you’re looking for, a small bottle of lube. You squirt some on the strap, spreading it around with your hands, before crawling on top of Karl. He whimpers softly, rubbing his thighs together to try and stimulate himself.

“You’re pathetic.” You murmur, practically ripping his underwear off as you throw it onto the floor. He whines at your words, shifting on the bed. Your hands grip his thighs tightly, spreading him open, and you prod the strap against his tight hole. He moans softly, bucking his hips into you. You enter him slowly, filling him up with just the tip. He moans needily, his hands coming up to gently paw at your back.

“Ah— m-more- ”he whimpers softly against your ear, his beard tickling your face. You growl, sinking the strap into him until it bottoms out inside him. He moans loudly, his hard cock rubbing against your stomach as you thrust into him. He whimpers as you increase your pace, his hands gently scratching at your back. You groan at his submissiveness, holding yourself on one arm and moving your hand to ghost over his dick. He cries out, bucking his hips into you. His face is flushed, a sheen of sweat on his tanned face. You lean down, slowly licking a stripe up his cheek, groaning at the salty taste. He makes a sound in between a moan and a whimper, pawing at your back adorably. Your fingers run teasingly over his cock, before fully gripping his length, jacking him off. He mewls, squirming as you thrust into him. You pant, watching as he falls apart on your strap. He cries out, tucking his head into your neck as he cums with a cry. He spurts sticky white ropes onto his soft stomach, some hitting you. His cock twitches against your stomach, softening. He lets out a low whimper, holding you tightly as he pants.

“Ah- buttercup- mm-” he murmurs softly. His blissed out expression turns into a guilty and embarrassed one as you look down at him with a mix of disgust and shame. You pull out of him slowly and he whines softly, chasing after the toy. You look down at him, before getting out of bed.

“Buttercup- ‘m sorry-” He starts, beginning to apologize for how fast he finished, shame turning his face even redder. You take the harness off, and slam it on the nightstand before leaving the bedroom.

“Y/n, please-”. He starts, moving on the bed so he sits up. You look over at him as you stand in the doorframe. His face is still slightly flushed, his eyes watery. His expression is pleading, like he wants you to stay. You sigh.

“Goodnight, Karl.” You say flatly, before leaving and shutting the door. You walk a few steps over to the living room, before flopping onto the couch, exhausted. You yawn, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. You shift the couch, unaware of his muffled sobs as you try to drift off to sleep, your heart heavy. The couch is uncomfortable, but it's better than having to sleep in bed with Karl. You try to purge the image of him from your mind, him sweaty and flushed and covered in his own cum. His eyes pleading adorably, his body so soft and malleable.

Because you hate him.

Right?

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[theanonymousfoxsimp]

Yandere karl heisenberg x (f) reader

Warnings:reader is secretly into this,smut,blood,violence,possessiveness,karl being an idiot,karl and reader being eachothers stalker,pred/prey,oral,fingering,biting,knotting, karl is a lycan,overstimulation, position 69, size difference

Summary: reader is from a different village who's a painter and got a little bit too curious about the lord of metal. They also are eachothers stalker

He didn't expect something as pretty as you walking into his domain,less than expecting you to be eaten by lycans much beforehand but there was something that kept you alive. He never expected someone hes watched,let alone had urges for,would be so close to his domain. With Art supplies in hand,you made your way up to the factory and went to knock on the doors, the doors screeched open before you even touched them. A gloved hand grabbed your shirt and yanked you inside,effectively pinning you to the wall with a rather angry but handsome looking man staring down at you. He made no attempt to speak,only eyeing you then hoisted you over his shoulder.

He noticed how you didnt speak,only feeling your head perking up then moving around to glance at the walls. He assumed you were catching glimpses and searching for ways out. However,that was the opposite as he assumed as you stared in awe at the factory,staring at the intricate machinery and conveyor belts that carried weapons so terrfying you assumed he got inspiration from some book.

"Welcome to my home!" His voice boomed,he dropped you to your feet and you looked around at the workshop.

The workshop was dirty at best,very unkempt and rather unsafe. There on a wall was pictures of him and four other beings with slashes and puncture marks in the pictures. He noticed your stares and picked up his picture,smiling as your eyes lit up at the realization who he was. Your village warned you of the lords,having a few runins with lord moreu on less than pleasing circumstances. He saw you hold the picture up to compaire him to the picture,huffing and swatting it away as he took a step closer.

"You do realize you waltzed into the most dangerous lords domain and are still alive? You should be proud...of either your stupidity or luck,but you aren't leaving anytime soon" he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

You just shrugged and set up your art supplies,more interested in painting the lord himself without exactly caring about the outcome. You already were informed you might not come out alive...oh what you would do for some artistic material in the dull Romanian mountains. He looked shocked then spoke,repeating what he said before you just simply nodded. He expression was between a mixture of pure disbelief and pure shock,something you laughed at as he stared at you.

"You do realize I wouldn't have done this if I already contempt with dying" he groaned,spinning around on his heel as he couldn't believe your lack of fear and shock. He didn't expect less from you however,in his hours of watching your particular village and sending off lycans to pick off your friends. He even sent letters boasting about it but your expression always turned into one of interest when reading them. A mysterious stalker,something so common in your village because of the lack of control there,men and women allowed to whatever they wanted.

"Look-" you started.

"No! No no no this is not how this is supposed to go,you're supposed to be angry-be shocked! Hit me for fucks sake! But you're not,why aren't you angry? I practically kidnapped you and you act like you're-not even giving a shit!" He felt genuinely frustrated with your relaxed expression.

You stood up from where you were setting up your supplies,taking care free steps towards him as he stood there with a shocked expression. Your hands went up to cup his face,your laughter shocking him out of his trance. He braced for your hand as if you were going to hit him,a look of pure joy washing over your face.

"M'lord,I'm contempt with dying,if theres a reason moreu didn't kill me-then so be it but if I die,I die" he seemed surprised but leaned into your warmth,taking advantage of the connection as he placed a hand over yours. He didn't realize you knew something he didn't, you knew he watched you and you in turn,watched him back. Sending letters of appreciation to him,paintings that would've been shredded if lycans got to them. He always got the letters,always throwing them away when he read them but he kept the paintings,eager to have some form of appreciation for his lordship duties. He didn't know that you were the one who sent them,not caring to read the signature on them as they blatantly said your name.

"Now-you see m'lord, I know you watch me-" you started,his hands coming up to cup yours as he listened intently.

"So I thought-why not go to you? It's not like I have anything better to do,y'know with my whole village murdered and lycans roaming it. I couldn't care less about them,but why choose me? You could've had your pick at some prettier women or handsome men. You chose me-of all people!" Your tone showed pure joy as you spoke,your expression going from contempt to happiness as you neared him.

"Well well-this is a...certain turn of events,but you aren't leaving my domain even if you wanted to..but you seem to not want to" he spoke,taking one step forward until he was pressed against your body,hands snaking to your hips to grip them and rub the skin there.

"You know I hoped to chase you through the factory,all villagers I bring here give me a good chase but you chose differently" he said softly,his head leaning down to press against yours as his hands kept you pressed against his body.

"Well...I do like a good chase" you said softly,his eyes darting to yours for uncertainties," you do love to detail in your letters about thrilling chases to catch me" your voice hinted eagerness,deliberately leaving out a key part.

"And...what do I get if I catch you?" He smirked,already knowing what you would say.

"You do say you want to show me pleasure I've never experienced,how about you hold up to that promise,hm?" Your eyes closed slowly as he buffered, not knowing what to say as you stayed in his embrace before he stepped back,releasing you from his grip.

"Run." Was all he said before you took off into his factory,arousal tenting his pants as his mind swirled and flooded with thoughts of what he'll do once he gets you. Your eager expression flashing in his mind as he pictured all the different things he could and would do once he caught you.

The factory was much more massive than you previously expected,the outside being rather large but the inside was a marvel to behold. Eyes darting at the bodies being hoisted off on conveyor belts as you watched for anything to appear. Eventually running down a hall and into a massive steel door with his crest on it,he kept his eyes away from the cameras as you hid in the dark room. Taking note of where you went but not exactly knowing which door you went into as you hid in the massive dusty bedroom. You couldn't exactly see well inside of the bedroom but you slid underneath the bed and adjusted the covers to hide that you were even there.

He gave you an ample amount of time before he darted into his own factory,too eager to find you as you hid and waited for his arrival. He knew your scent,picking up on the sweet smell as he wandered through the halls close to his bedroom. He passed door after door,opening up room after room and tore soldats to shreds when they got in his way after thinking he found you. He was becoming frustrated,more and more by the minute after failing to find you. He stood there for a minute,trying to weed out your scent between the smell of blood and death then latched onto it as soon as he found it. He followed it,ignoring the ache in his pants as he came across his half opened door-he was sure he had closed it,had a lycan gone in without him knowing? No,your scent brought him to his room before it sharply cut off at his own overwhelminf scent.

"Well I didn't expect this" he sighed,flicking on the light as he roamed around his room,opening and closing cabinet doors as he tried to find where you hid. He opened his wardrobe, riffling through it as he pulled out messy and dirty clothing. He huffed when he couldn't find you there,eventually wandering over to the bed to sit down on it as he thought for a second on where you could be.

"Oh..oh!" He perked up before dropping to his knees infront of the bed,leaning down to the floor as he peered underneath it and saw your eyes staring right back at him. He attempted to slide underneath the bed with no luck,eventually reaching a hand underneath to try and grab you. No luck there as he yanked out his hand and moved to a different side,almost grabbing you before you darted out from beneath the bed and bolted out of the room. He cursed but smiled,hearing your heavenly laughter as he bolted after you,his heavy boots thumping on the factory floor as he followed you into a lit breakroom,seeing your head dart back and fourth before he slammed open the door. Your body jolted in shock as he took long strides towards you,effectively pinning you to the wall as he slammed his hands against the wall,pinning you there as he stared down at you.

"Caught you"

He was quick to act,hoisting you over his shoulder and kept his hand there as he quickly ran back to his room. He wanted to make you confortable before he ruined you completly,he wanted to take his time and make you fully submit to him. His pants betrayed his arousal as he carried you to his bedroom then tossed you onto the surprisingly soft bed,his powers closing and locking the door behind him as he pinned you to the bed.

"Now...I am a man of my word" he grinned,your scent betraying your own arousal as his gloved hand went to cup your clothed groin. His gloved hand pulling back so he could yank his own gloves off,using your belt to tear off your pants as his took in the sight beneath him. Your eyes half lidded,hand covering your mouth as your legs were eagerly splayed open for him,your gaze held a hint of uncertainty as he found out how eager you were.

"Oh darling" his hand slowly slid down,his movements gentle as he used his thumb to rub your clit in gentle circles. His fingers dipping down to gather up your slick before bringing his hand back up to lick it off,savoring your addicting taste. Your quiet moans reached his ears when he applied more pressure,quickly circling your clit as he watched your blissed expression.

"Fuck-" your hips raised as he continued his ministrations,mouth agape as soft gasps and moans escaped. He savored your noises,drinking them up like they were some magic liquor he couldn't get enough of. He knew you were close,barley touching you as you were thrown over the edge and begged him to not stop,clearly pent up with how long it took you to come down from your high. He waited no time after,hoisting you over and onto the bed as he manuvered himself to lay back against the pillows,his hands yanking your hips back to rest near his face.

"Now be a good girl and let me feast" his head lowered as his hands gripped your thighs and opened them to expose you to him,his tounge darted out to lick a stripe up from your clit to your hole in slow movements,he took his time as he enjoyed your addicting taste. He lapped up any slick,growling when you tried to pull your hips away and yanked them back,practically forcing you to use his body as a cushion.

You turned to look away,emberassed as he enjoyed what he was doing,leaving him be as you focused on giving him pleasure. You looked down,notcing the tent in his pants that looked painfully tempting. You took a second to catch your breath,pleasure bolting up through your spine and made your hips shake as he enjoyed his meal. He felt you fiddle with his belt,trying to take it off with shaky hands. He chuckled then used his power to undo his belt and zipped,making it easier for you to gain access.

"Having fun?" Your shaky voice made a predatory look appear in his eyes,his nails digging into your skin and drawin blood when his tounge slipped into your hole,the muscle abnormally long and felt so sinfully good. This was more than enough to tempt you back to your previous quest,now palming at the tent in his briefs. He groaned when you did that,his legs widening to allow more access.

"Don't leave me waiting sweetheart" he hummed then went back to what he was doing before.

Your hands carefully pulled down his briefs, his size making an invulentary gasp escape your mouth as you marvled at his size. He was big,much bigger than you expected but this made you even more excited,your hand moving up to gently grip his length,finding it easy to use one hand to stroke him while your tounge darted out to lick the pre off of the tip. His hips bucked up,almost forcing himself into your mouth as he heaved out a heavy sigh. You could tell he was getting antsy by the way he gripped you,you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head as he watched your movements.

You turned your head to look back at him then gave him a small nervous smile before turning back to the task infront of you. Pre leaking from the tip before you turned and ran your tounge over the tip of his senstive length,he puffed out a hot breath of air as you took him into your hand and gently stroked him,your thumb rubbing the tip and teasing it in quick fast circles. You felt his pace quicken,feeling short puffs of hot air hitting your backside as he began to eat you out like a starved man,almost forcing you to completly sit on his face as he ate you out.

The girth of his length looked a bit too big to fit into your mouth, now testing out this theory by slowly lowering your mouth onto him then took him into your throat. It felt like a harsh feat since he took up most of your mouth,salty pre hitting the back of your throat as you took him down to the hilt. He let out a sinfully load moan,hips arching up and forcing you to keep him at the base in your throat,spit running down your chin as you pulled back slightly then bobbed your head back down onto his length, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking like your life depended on it. Your mouth felt heavenly compared to anything he's felt,an addicting feeling that had him patient and still as you experimented and found out different ways to stimulate him.

"Your mouth feels so good little minx-" he huffed out,his half lidded gaze watching as you bobbed your head at a relatively quick pace,jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine when you ran your tounge over the bottom of his length then swiped it over the tip when you popped off of it. Your throat burned from the stretch,something unpleasant but he could tell as a hand reached over and pushed your head back to his length.

He went back to focussing on your pleasure,now grinning as he forced out lewd and adorable noises from your body. His grip on your thighs tightened as he neared his end,him having the urge to buck into your mouth and use it like a toy until he came and had you swallow every single drop.

"Fuck-" your voice betrayed your lust,hands gripping his thighs as you burried him into your throat and hollowed your cheeks out,drawing curses from him as he hurried his movements. He felt like he was in pure heaven,the pleasure making his thighs shake and twitch before he thrusted up into your mouth and hilted himself deep within your throat. His tounge not ceasing its minstrations as he came in your throat,your head nestled down at the base as you sucked him dry. Your thighs gripped his head and tightened around it as you also came,moans reverbating through his length and helped him grow to hardness. The pleasure felt like nothing you've had before,your legs quaking and your body shook when your eyes saw white. It took awhile to come down from your high,hearing the curses from karl as you continued to gentle suckle him,overstimulation welcomed as he lapped up your mess.

"Alright-come on I have more planned" he huffed,pulling your head off of his length and turned you around so he could bring you into a rough kiss. He bit your lip in a teasing manner,now smiling as you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. His length rubbed against your clit in slow languid strokes as he rolled your hips againet him,eyes closed and furrowed in consentration when he lifted your hips and slipped a finger into your tight hole,your velvety walls clamping down around him as he quickly found the senstive spot within you and curled his finger to stroke it. Your mouth clamped down onto his shoulder when he added a second,then a third, stretching you open as he enjoyed your blisted out noises. Your whines were cute ,begging him to not stop as he stroked your walls and used his thumb to rub your clit in rough fast circles. Your mind began to fog from the pleasure and sinful thoughts that ran from your mind,your body becoming heavier and heavier as your need rose,now allowing karl to have full control of the sitation.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He asked,softly laughing when you could only moan in responce.

"Alright..I think your ready" he pulled his fingers out,adoring how wet abd ready you were as he brought up his fingers to lick your slick off of them. He flipped both of you over,pressing your back into the mattress as he towered over your small body,the tip of his cock pressing at your slick hole. He took his time pushing in,his hands hooking underneath your knees as he pushed them forward to bend your body as he slowly pushed in. He let out a guttural sound as your walls fluttered around him like,a smile making its way up as he slipped down to the hilt and stayed there to let you adjust.

Your toys weren't nearly as big as him but they helped you adjust quickly,mouth agape as your soft pants reached his ears. He watched your face for any uncertainty before pulling out halfway then thrusted back to the hilt. Your gentle moans reached his ears as the tip pressed against your cervix,the sheer size of him making your stomach slightly bulge. His eyes following your gaze then found out your current thought,so he brought his hand down from your knee and pressed down on the bulge,earning both a groan from him at the pressure and a moan from you as pleasure jolted up your thighs and made them shake.

He took a second to gain his bearings,pulling put till only the tip was in before harshly burrying himself down to the hilt. He quickly found a harsh pace,your hands covering your mouth from embarrassment as moans and other noises escaped you. Your hands went to cover your face as your eyes closed,your head leaning back onto the mattress as you fully succumbed to the pleasure.

"Oh no no" his hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head,his head leaning down to your ear to whisper a punishment if you don't watch him. His pace becoming rougher and rougher as a rather large bulge began to form at the base of his cock. It popping in and iut of you,threatening to lock you both together.

"Feel that?" He grunted out,noticing your confused blissed out look," that's my knot,its going to keep us together and keep you full till I knot you again...and again..and again until you're addicted" a promise he would be sure to keep.

Your face lit up from embarrassment as he forced out a particularly loud moan as he bit down onto your neck,licking and sucking until a reddish purple mark formed. His mind lit up at the realization you liked being bitten,so he began to bite and mark your neck until it was covered with his claim,blood forming from the particularly rough ones. Your expression betrayed your lust as you both connected gazes,his eyes glowing a pretty shade of emerald green.

His knot caught and locked you both before he could realize it,his need overshadowing his sense of self as he continued to fuck you onto his knot,filling you so much more than he normally would. His hand gripped and dug into the mattress below,the first spurt of hot cum filling your hole as his knot kept it from flowing out. His hand reached up,a small silver bullet zipping over before pressing against your clit and began to vibrate at such an intensity it made you cry out from shock. It began to rip moan after moan,plea after plea as he didn't stop it until you came,clamping down around him as he came and filled you full.

"Fuck-" he choked out,his hands wrapping around your waist as he began to do small aborted thrusts,enjoying how the overstimulation made you clamp down onto him like a vice,he felt the intense vibrations and kept going until he came again,his thighs tensing as you came a second time. This time it felt more intense,his abdomen wet from your slick as your orgasm was more intense and the pleasure ebbed through your body. Your walls milked him of every drop of his cum,and he was happy to give it,another form of marking you as you reeked of the lords scent. This would deter any too curious lycans as long as you were wanting ti stay.

"Fuck-bare with me" he huffed out then gently picked you up,keeping you against his chest as he turned onto his side with you and kept your hips against his,the bullet long gone before he even done this.

"Feels good" your voice muttered out,seemingly drunk from the pleasure as you let him adjust your body into a more comfortable position.

"Glad it does" he smiled,his chest rumbling with a deep purr as he knocked his head down and rubbed his cheek against your neck. Rubbing you like a cat would to scent mark its favorite toy,and in a way,he was.

Sleep quickly overtook your body,exhaust hitting him like a bag of bricks as he contemplated carrying you with him and keept you knotted until he deemed he was ready to sleep. He huffed when you fluttered around him at the slightest movement,he would definitely wake you up in such a sweet way for helping him.

You were his now,and he won't ever let you leave now.

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[ilovedonnabeneviento]

Heisenberg dgaf

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[cillivnz]

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.

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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

[the-yandere-cryptid]

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

[madnessreruns]

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

[enderpearlll]

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.

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• 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

[theyanderespecialist]

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

[mycrayolamarkers]

I’ll be making memes based off of @i-cant-sing resident evil 8 series so y’all should checked them out. 

#resident evil #resident evil x reader #yandere resident evil #yandere platonic #yandere ethan winters #platonic #meme #platonic yandere #yandere #chris redfield #yandere chris redfield #ethan winters #lady demetrescu #karl heisenberg

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

My karl heisenberg requests are back open,request anything from 18+ content to oure fluff,headcanons or full on fics. My normal aus are in my tags

However,No angst

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #lord heisenberg #daddy heisenberg #lycan!heisenberg x reader #incubus karl heisenberg #lycan heisenberg #naga!heisenberg x reader #resident evil village #shark!heisenberg x reader #yandere karl heisenberg x reader #yandere karl heisenberg

[ilovedonnabeneviento]

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

[cillivnz]

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.

#coquette #karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #dimitrescu family #karl heisenberg x reader smut #karl heisenburg fanart #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil smut #smut #dbf! #age g4p #yandere!karl heisenberg #bunny girl #bunny #lord dimitrescu #cockette #cockuette

[onmyyan]

WIPLIST 5/21/23

What I have on the way, I have more of y'all's requests in my drafts but these are the bad boys I've written for <3

Karl Heisenberg x MCU! Sorcerer! Reader (Romantic)

Cold cases warm faces part 2 Yandere Batfamily x Vampire! Reader (Romantic)

Yandere Uzui family x Daughter! Reader who runs away to become a Hashira (Platonic)

Yandere Superman x Reader HC'S (Romantic, Smutty)

Bad Publicity Yandere Batfamily x Publicist! Reader (Romantic)

Yandere Batfamily x Soulmate! Reader (Romantic)

Yan! Jock! Naruto x Reader (Romantic, Smut)

Yandere! Pro Hero! Tamaki Amajiki x GN! Reader Smut

More Caspian HC'S (Romantic)

Yandere! College! BNHA! Fuckboy's x Stallion! Maneater! Reader (Romantic, Smut)

College! Damian! x Reader (Romantic)

Caspian x Reader First time HC'S (Smut)

Caspian x Reader with social anxiety (Romantic)

Jealousy sex with Dick and Jason (Smut)

Caspian x Curvy! Reader who's feeling insecure (Romantic, Smut)

Cuddling with Caspian HC'S (Romantic)

Creampies with Caspian (Romantic, Smut)

Pregnancy Scare with Ricky and Caspian (Romantic, Smutty)

More things that just make sense as the Yan!Batfamily's Shared Darling (Romantic, smutty)

Hear me out, Caspian smut that's a continuation of this

Yandere NSFW Alphabet for all OCs

Isekaied!Darling with Spiderman's powers x Yandere! Batfamily

Fluffy Ashley ficlet (Romantic)

Sub! Ricky x Dom! Reader Smut

Spanish tutor HC'S All Delmont's (Romantic)

What kind of darling's the Delmont's go for. (Romantic)

#yandere x reader #yandere #wip list #onmyan

[the-yandere-cryptid]

Bully Pt. 2

Link to full work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35741599 Description: Being one of Mother Miranda's special children meant a lot of things, one of which was your mating dichotomy. Soon enough you'd figure out whether you were an alpha like Alcina and Karl, a Beta like Donna and Moreau, or a coveted omega, and you'd begin to go through your cycles. Only one issue: Mother Miranda hadn't clued you in to any of this, and now it was someone else's job to do the teaching.

A/N: Woooo I actually finished a sequel for once. This is probably the last I'll do on Heisenberg for a bit but if you have any requests feel free to leave em for me to stew on ♥

#yandere scribbles #karl heisenberg #resident evil #resident evil 8 #heisenberg x reader #fanfiction

[maraxp]

this is a multifandom blog meaning that i favorite certain fandoms/characters so there will most definitely be more writings for certain characters and fandoms.

please don’t be offended if you send a request for someone and i don’t fulfil it, sometimes the inspiration is lacking for certain characters. i still wish to write though so i will continue to post.

requests are open so you can send them whenever you want !

DO YOU HAVE A MASTERLIST?

my masterlist is the [ 🏴‍☠️ ] at the top of my blog in the navigation, it can also be found on the left hand side of my blog when viewing on desktop.

ARE YOUR REQUESTS OPEN?

please check my masterlist [ 🏴‍☠️ ] for request details, I always try my best to keep it updated.

WHAT DO YOU WRITE FOR?

smut, angst, fluff, age gaps, poly/threesome+, reverse harem, dubcon, noncon, yandere, toy play, cheating (to an extent), blood play, knife play, bdsm, breath play, violence, gore, hunter/prey, praise and degradation, power imbalance, supernatural, choking, mommy/daddy kink. (wrap it up !)

WHAT DO YOU NOT WRITE FOR?

rpf, necrophilia, incest, daddy/little play, age play (basically pedophilia), spitting, bimbo!reader, foot fetish, animal play, race play, watersports, miscarriage, any kind of abuse, child fics, any ocs, i avoid the pet name ‘kitten’ like- it’s just.. no.

WHAT DO YOU USE FOR YOUR HEADERS?

i use canva and sometimes ibispaint x. i get most of my images from pinterest.

WHO DO YOU WRITE FOR?

MARVEL

miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, miles morales, tony stark, peter parker (all variants), doctor strange, wade wilson, eddie brock, kate bishop, mary jane

STRANGER THINGS

eddie munson, steve harrington, henry creel, jim hopper

THE WALKING DEAD

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