#Feeder!heisenberg
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If it's not too late to make suggestions... would you be willing to draw The Duke from Resident Evil after a particularly lavish feast? After he's been absolutely stuffed and now begging not to eat any more? All as Heisenburg tries to coax him into eating a few more pastries?
I'm so sure he could fit a few more things in there....
#Tbh I was gonna let the Dean x Alastair be my last one#But I saw this one and could resist a Resi Evil prompt oof#Not I've played/watched re8 but... yeah#myart#karl heisenberg#Fanart#Feeder!heisenberg#Feedee!Duke#the duke resident evil#re8 village#oof#male weight gain#Fat!duke#Ssbhm#ssbhm art#Anon#Ask
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❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.❞
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑
Overwatch
Cole Cassidy, Genji Shimada, Hanzo Shimada, Junker Queen "Odessa Stone", Junkrat "Jamison Fawkes", Ramattra, Reaper "Gabriel Rayes", Zenyatta
COD MWII
Ghost, Konig, John Price, Alejandro
Resident Evil
Leon Kennedy (re2 remake, re4 remake), Carlos Oliveira (re3 remake), Heisenberg
Valorant
Chamber, Harbor, Sova, Cypher, Gekko, Omen
Horror/Slasher
Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Ghostface (Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Billy & Stu (poly), Ethan Landry), Johnny Slaughter, Bubba Slaughter, Hannibal Lester (tv series), Will Graham, Brahms, Pyramid head, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair
Spiderman
Miguel O'Hara, Harry Osborn
The Batman 2022
Bruce Wayne
MK1/MK11
Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Smoke, Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Raiden, Kung Lao, Syzoth, Havik, Shang Tsung
𝐃𝐎𝐬
ftm. gn. reader
smut, fluff, angst (I'm not very good at it tho)
sutual pining
bottom reader
𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓𝐬
female reader, fem aligned reader
character x character
minor characters
medical stuff (amputee, bad illnesses, ect. )
𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓‼️‼️‼️
Any sorta incest, age play, sexual abuse, pedophilia, piss, scat, ddlg/ddlb, feeder, ect.
(ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝕀𝔽 𝕐𝕆𝕌'ℝ𝔼 ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝕊𝕌ℝ𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕋ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔾)
𝐃𝐍𝐈
minors, any isms or ists
Female readers can interact with gn content, please DNI with trans/ftm reader content
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I'm a real stick in the mud at the very beginning here, I promise it gets good after the readmore, but this needs to be said first, in all caps because I'm tired of repeating myself:
I WRITE 21+ CONTENT HERE. PUT YOUR AGE, AGE RANGE, or BIRTH YEAR IN YOUR BIO OR PINNED IF YOU'RE GOING TO FOLLOW ME OR MESSAGE ME IN ANY WAY; OTHERWISE I WILL BLOCK YOU. I'M AN ADULT. MINORS DNI.
NO EXCEPTIONS
ARTISTS, WRITERS AND CONTENT CREATORS OF ALL KINDS GET STARVED OFF THIS PLATFORM BECAUSE NO ONE SHARES THEIR WORK. IF YOUR BLOG IS "LIKES ONLY"/HAS ZERO REBLOGS, I DO NOT WANT YOU HERE EITHER. YOU WILL BE SOFTBLOCKED FROM FOLLOWING ME.
NO EXCEPTIONS.
🛑✋🏾🛑✋🏾 ADULTS ONLY ✋🏾🛑✋🏾🛑
You can call me Saint.
Bi, AFAB, black. She/They.
Switch, prey & pet, vers/power bottom.
Part-time service top & mommy domme.
I’m a writer, and I love what I do. I'm in it for the love of the game until I can do this full-time for a living. No pressure to tip (I have a day job ... one you will hear me complain about ... a lot 😑), but if you're so moved, go ahead and leave me a few coins.
More importantly: Please feel free to reblog my work (and don't be afraid to go off in the tags, I LOVE reading them). Or if you don't reblog, leave me a reply.
My smut tag is all original fiction or fanfiction by yours truly.
Check out the My Works link at the top of my page for all the stuff I’ve posted. Also linked below:
🪶original shorts, text posts, etc - #smut
🪶YSLT (A Heisenberg Smut Fic) - Tumblr
🪶YSLT (A Heisenberg Smut Fic) - AO3
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I LOVE to hear from y’all. Shoot me a chat or, if you’re the shy type, hit my inbox. My anons are always on. Never be afraid to reblog or comment on my posts or my work.
I use gender neutral/flexible/ambiguous pronouns and second person POVs when I write unless otherwise specified. My writing might not be "for" everyone (in terms of the subject matter, tone, etc.) but I do still want it to be "for" everyone that happens to like what I like.
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Now the part we've all been waiting for (congrats for making it his far down): DNIs and kinks
💕What Winds My Watch? (links to my tags)💕
CNC, or Consensual Non-Consent
Role Playing (mean bestie domme, sugar mama domme, mommy domme, slasherfucking, among others)
Free Use/Objectification
Bondage (rope, handcuffs, chains, leashes)
Resistance Play (struggle and takedown, chase/pursuit)
Abduction Play
Dumbification/Mind Break/Brain Drain
Somno
Hypno
Primal Play
Pet Play
Intox
Orientation Play
Blasphemy Kink
Size Kink
Voice Kink
Monsterfucking
🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿DNIs:🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿
- “Raceplay” or racial fetishism of ANY kind
- Scat or vomit
- feeder/fat fetishism
- TERFs
- SWERFs
💞 Saint
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, nerve endings and flesh crystallizing almost faster than the cursed parasite in his rib cage could heal them. Pain and blood loss had made his vision fuzzy at the edges, the combined sound and sensation of his body being dragged through both snow and underbrush turned his stomach over into complicated knots. The fallen lord was being dragged by a party that he could not see through half swollen shut eyes.
𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃.
Coppery blood clashed heavily with spiced wine, the scent of stifling damp nearly clouding the faintest trace of lavender and cotton — disbelief forced a painful chuckle from Karl's split lips before it broke off with a violent, rattling cough. Perhaps it would be a more fitting humilation for one of his sister's wine cellar dwelling bitches to finish him off versus Winters, even if this one was significantly less awful than the others.
❝ Just what the fuck do you think you're doin', bottom feeder? ❞
››› @cimetier and delphine requested the iron steed, Karl Heisenberg.
#𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈.#cimetier#is del gonna chomp on a leg#is she gonna nurse him back to health#is she gonna launch him off a cliff#we will find out more at 11
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What if Ethan joined Heisenberg tho?
My bestie and I were talking about Resident Evil Village and both agreed that it was dumb that there wasn’t an option to joining Heisenberg. So, here’s this. Also, there’s no swearing from Heisenberg because I don’t write swearing and you can imagine your own swears if you must.
WC: 918
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The air was rank and smelled like hot metal and corpses. Ethan Winters leaned over the counter and panted, staring at the conspiracy board. There was a blurry image of Rose in the middle, though he couldn’t tell if it was blurred from exhaustion, or if the camera had just been bad.
He reached up to touch the image, a whimper nearly escaping his throat. Someone grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him across the room. He fell into the chair and it tipped, nearly throwing him to the nasty looking floor. Ethan jolted forward, slamming the legs of the chair back onto the ground.
He looked up through his blood matted hair as Heisenburg laughed.
“Hello again, Ethan,” he grinned, his tobacco stained teeth matching the setting perfectly. “You’re quite the sight.”
“What do you want?” Ethan growled, but there was an edge of desperation to his tone. He’d been running around for days, lost, afraid, and injured. He had no clue how he was going to find the energy to find all of Rose’s pieces and bring his baby girl back to him. He had even less of an inkling as to how he was still alive and responding to stimulus.
Heisenburg opened his mouth to respond when there was a desperate revving below. Heisenburg’s face twisted with annoyance and he stepped over to the hole and yelled down, “Shut up!”
The revving stopped. Heisenburg sighed and turned his attention to Ethan.
“Sorry about that,” he said, stepping closer again. “Now, let’s talk.”
“I don’t want to talk with you,” Ethan growled, trying to get tired muscles to tense up. How long had it been since he’d last slept? The last time he ate was at the duke’s cart the day before, listening to the man’s strange stories as he ate hot fish with his fingers.
“Don’t you understand!?” Heisenburg snapped. A sharp piece of metal rose from the counter and stabbed into a picture of Lady Dimitrescu. “Supersized maniac,” another stab into the picture of the small girl wearing a wedding dress, “ugly psycho doll,” another jab to Monroe “and that moronic freak. This is all a test to see if you’re strong enough to join Miranda’s….family.”
“I don’t want to be a part of Miranda’s family,” Ethan growled, finding a slight flash of anger buried under exhaustion.
“Well, neither did I, but here we are!” Heisenburg declared, his lips twisted with disgust even as he made a grand gesture with his arms. “So, I’m next in line. You could kill me, move up the chain…. Though you didn’t do things like you were supposed to. No. You killed the doll, a relief to everyone in this forsaken mountain range, but you spared the prideful airhead and her daughters in the castle and caused Monroe to revert into the bottom feeder he always was. I can tell you don’t want to play by her rules.”
“I don’t,” Ethan said darkly. “And I’m not going to play by yours either. I just want to fix my daughter!”
Heisenburg laughed and the knife came out of the board and ripped through Miranda’s face. “I want the same thing!” he declared. He smiled to himself. ‘Do you know how powerful your kid is? Even Miranda is scared of her. We could put her back together and grind Miranda into paste!”
Ethan leaned forward to object and winced. His legs were sore now that he’d been sitting for a minute. All of his injuries ached. He’d run out of the healing goop three hours ago and hadn’t had time to make more or find more.
He thought about it for a moment. It wasn’t much of a choice, but if Rose was as strong as everyone claimed, maybe they would get out of this alive, and this would at least get him closer to having his daughter in his arms again.
Ethan looked up, despite fighting with hope in his face. “Would she survive?”
“Aye, I believe she would,” Heisenburh said, lighting a cigar. “Like I said, she’s a strong kid.”
Ethan looked at his messed up hand, trying to think. He closed his eyes and hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision. “Fine,” he whispered. “I’ll join you… but we can’t hurt Rose.”
“That won’t be a part of the plan, Heisenburg grinned. “Thank you. Now, there’s one more thing we’re going to need to make this plan work.”
Ethan looked up as Heisenburg pulled out an older style phone and held it to his ear. He waited a moment before saying, “Hey, I got Ethan on our side…… yeah….. you’re not the boss of me! ……. I swear, you’re becoming a bigger pain in my rear the bigger you get…… alright. See you here then. Don’t be late this time.”
He closed the phone as the reviving started again. “One moment,” Heisenburg growled. He leaned over the trap door again and shouted down, “SHUT UP. I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST TIME!!”
The revving stopped again.
Heisenburg turned to Ethan again and grinned. “Alright, Ethan. You have a lot more allies now than you probably want,” he laughed. “Now, we have to wait for Lady Dimitrescu and her spawn to get here. In the meantime, drink up.”
Heisenburg slapped a mug of beer and a healing Salve in his hand. Ethan relaxed a little and gulped down the beer and slathered the salve everywhere. Ethan avoided looking at Heisenberg, but nodded his thanks.
Heisenburg nodded back.
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