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bratphilia · 5 months

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HI HII

plspls tiny lil blurb abt alcina dimitrescu being possessive n slightly jealous of u bc karl hit on u ... now ur in the bedroom n she's mad n wants to make sure u remember who treats n fucks u the best ...

imagining the things she'd say n how she'd touch/tease u until ur begging n frantically promising her u want nothing to do w karl is making me 😵‍💫

i'm actually losing my mind iwantherteethonmyneckNOW

ZEE MY DARLING!!!! ANYTHING FOR YOU!! cw ; jealousy, fingering, pussy eating, size kink

ALCINA DIMITRESCU who absolutely seethes as she watches her rat of a brother kiss your hand upon entrance to the castle. he has the audacity to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in the foyer, ruminates in the way that you blush with a flash of his incisions. she hates it. she hates him. but in that moment, the thing she hates the most is the way you flush and laugh a little too hard at his crude attempts of a joke. it frankly makes her blood boil. at dinner, heisenberg takes a seat next to you, and alcina, at the head of the table, watched with her height to her advantage as his hand wandered up your thigh. she couldn't take it anymore — the disrespect she had to endure from a stupid man flirting with her property in her own home was too fucking much. she cleared her throat, loud enough to snap both of your attentions towards her. she says your name sternly, her face conveying her point clearly, "a word after our guests have left," she says, it's not a question.

"yes," you say in a small voice, heat rising to your cheeks.

it's after dinner, after heisenberg has taken his leave, that you're on your stomach on your lady's giant bed, ass sticking up and she tuts. "since you wanted to act like one, i see it fit you're taken like a common whore," she explains.

one of alcina's giant fingers, reaching the size of a dainty, thin cock, slips in and out of you. you writhe and squirm onto the bed. you hate to admit it but if this were the "punishment" for a certain way heisenberg so much as looked at you, you would indulge in allowing him to do so more often. you buck your hips backwards to match her pace of pumping in her fingers but she simply removes them quietly. "remember your place," she tells you disappointedly. before you know it, her face is smothered in her cunt, and the stimulation is almost too much. her giant appendage fucking into you, just like her fingers, is an adequate replacement for a dick inside of you as it fucks in and out of you. it's delicious, the way her large lips wrap around your much tinier clit and her tongue methodically laves it in circles. when she feels you come close is when she pulls away. an appropriate punishment for a slut.

"if you actually want to come," she says, uncharacteristically using the crude word, "i would suggest conducting yourself in a more refined way."

#alcina dimitrescu #re8 alcina #resident evil alcina #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #re8 village #resident evil #resident evil 8 #re village #resident evil village #resident evil fanfiction

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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Blurb: Karl Heisenberg- Daddy Will Listen

Deep in sub space you couldn’t do anything but mumble quietly to yourself as Karl continued to fuck you deep. The work bench had be stripped of any material and you laid awkwardly on the cold steel.

As much as you loved being pushed further and further into your sub space Karl was pushing you towards a dangerous end.

Metal had started to conceal the both of you and it wrapped you safely between each other. It was nearing claustrophobic. your breathing had cut out short, and you couldn’t tell if that was between how hard Karl was fucking you or just how out of space you were getting with everything.

Vibrations through the table broke you. “Daddy please, please stop” there was a short break in Karl’s thrusts but there was something that kept him going. “RED” you screamed at the top of your lungs. Even through all the metal surrounding the both of you and how much hKarl would love to keep thrusting.

You hadn’t been able to move. Karl’s hand had been wrapped around your wrists. Twisting them tight between each other. “Okay.. okay.” You had never had to use your guys safe word but something had broke you during this time.

You started crying the fear of Karl being mad or even disgusted by your actions made you wanna shrivel up and die in a corner alone. Karl pulled out your over sensitive pussy gushing at the release of his cock. He gathered himself up pretty quickly trying his best to get his head on straight before he could take care of you.

“I’m here, I’m here and you’re safe.” He said softly. For a man like Karl it was hard to get into contact with his softer side. Harder to be nice and soft when all the things he had ever dealt with were blood and blood shed.

The tears didn’t stop nor even after Karl moved you into his arms. Your sweats had been dragged up your warm skin as a way to prevent from any kind of discomfort. You nestled yourself nicely in his arms. Hiccups of tears and trying to catch your breath stopping you from forming true sentences.

“You tell me what’s wrong? What can I do better for you buttercup?” Karl asked his words were so soft and sweet in your ear. “Just.. just stay here with me. Don’t leave me.” Panic was setting in your body and it was hard for Karl knowing he was the cause of your pain. He hummed softly into your forehead. A song from when he was child from before the horrible treatment of Miranda.

It worked to both of your surprises. “Tell me what happened now love?” He asked this time you had moved from the steel table to the comforter on your bed. Wrapped in warmer clothes and laying practically onto of Karl’s heated body.

“I just went somewhere, I.. I’m not sure where I just left the good sub space I was in. The metal felt like it was getting trapped and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.” The lord you rattled off the more Karl reflected. He hadn’t noticed how much he was stuck in his own pleasure instead of keeping you safe.

Karl had managed to undermine your pleasure for his own, and even managed to cut you a little a stray piece of metal grabbing at your cheek leaving a little cut, and a small bruise.

“I’m sorry buttercup. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get back to before I let you get hurt.” He said his thumb brushing over the small cut. You kissed at the touch but even still when Karl was touching at you so softly you melted into it every time.

“I promise you daddy will listen from now on, even if I’m chasing what I want. I’ll do anything for you.” Karl said before kissing the temple of your head.

Completed on: 12/06/22

Posted on: 12/07/22

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#fem reader #female reader #fluff #karl hisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg x y/n #fluff Resi 8 #smut Karl Heisenberg #smut requests #smut

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 2 years

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Could I please request a fic of heisenberg and his knack for calling you a "good girl"? HFAJKHJF I SWEAR YOUR BLURBS FOR THOSE GOT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD. I couldn't get off to anything for a week, except for thinking about heisenberg and being his good girl 😭💕

Heisenberg/F!Darling: Conflicted and Content

He'd only kidnapped ____ a few days earlier, and things were becoming surprisingly mundane. That initial terror and shock of a man with magnetic powers kidnapping her to be his wife had slowly become a lingering uneasiness whenever he got too close, but also a profound loneliness whenever he was gone and had left her alone in the factory's living quarters. He had just put on his coat and turned to say goodbye before going to his workshop.

She remembered the first time he'd said it to her. Just thinking about it left her feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal--and, of course, embarrassment BECAUSE of that arousal.

"You remember the rules, yeah?"

____ nodded sullenly, hiding as much of herself as possible underneath the bedsheets. She still couldn't stand sharing a bed with her captor, but it was the best source of warmth in the factory. "Don't go outside unless something's on fire or about to kill me," she recited quietly. "Stay away from the workshop and factory floor, but everywhere in the living quarters is okay. Only answer the door if it's The Duke." She clenched her fists under the blankets. "And if I do go outside, I'd better be faster than the Lycans."

He'd knelt, rested a gloved hand on her head and gave her a condescending little pat; the feeling of his hand touching her made her flinch. "Perfect." He glanced down at her body underneath the blankets and smiled; those sheets were familiar to him--nostalgic, after all this time--but seeing his captive little wife underneath them was a very welcome change. "Remember, they're trained to drag you back alive, but not to be gentle about it. But you're not gonna have to find that out firsthand, are you?"

____ silently shook her head. Heisenberg tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and he rose up. "Good girl."

Hearing those two words had such an effect on ____ from the moment she first heard them. The unease and revulsion of being kidnapped by Heisenberg didn't disappear when he'd said it, but something inside her just overrode all of those negative feelings. It was almost as if she WANTED to be good for him, just to get that little scrap of praise--

She bit the inside of her cheek. No! She just wanted to be good for him so he wouldn't punish her. Heisenberg was her captor, that was it. He kidnapped her. He forced her to stay with him and be his "wife." And no amount of affection when he was happy with her changed that. Still...

____ gripped the wooden spoon in her hand and stared down at the stew pot on the stove. She was making her captor his favorite meal, all for the chance to hear him praise her. What the hell was she doing?

Just as she felt a wild urge to knock the entire pot to the floor and make a run for the door, she heard it open with a creak and heard the sound of heavy rain more clearly compared to what was hitting the windows and roof earlier. She turned and saw Heisenberg with water dripping down his coat, hat, and boots. A metal box filled with chopped wood floated behind him, followed by an old worn axe. ____ set down the spoon and turned the stove off.

"Welcome back." She reached for a pair of bowls and quickly filled them up to set on the table. Heisenberg set the firewood and axe down by the door and pulled off his wet clothes. "Do you need a towel?"

"I can grab one," he replied gruffly as he headed into the bathroom for something to dry himself with. "Just get the food ready."

____ held her breath at his curt response, but quickly composed herself. She hadn't said anything wrong--at least, she didn't think so. After she set the table, he came back with a hand towel draped over his shoulders and sank into his chair. The smell of the stew in front of him instantly made his features soften. "Eintopf?"

____ nodded. Heisenberg took a bite and let out a contented hum. He moved his sea to the table and eagerly continued to eat. "This is really warming me up. I'm not in a shitty mood anymore and I've only had a few bites." He narrowed his eyes at the sound of rain pattering against the house. "Fuckin' sky had all the signs of being clear in the afternoon, and then right when I get done with chopping all the firewood--bam, time for a downpour."

"I heard the thunder start and thought 'oh no, I hope he gets back soon,'" ____ replied with a small shy smile. "I already cleared out a spot in the factory where we can stack it and let it dry out all day tomorrow. And with the furnaces and everything going all the time, the heat should make it go by a lot faster."

Heisenberg nodded approvingly as he reached for a beer bottle from the large crate underneath the kitchen table. "Good girl," he praised. "Always thinking ahead."

He noticed ____'s posture change slightly. She shifted her weight under the table as she pressed her thighs together and played with the spoon in her bowl. Heisenberg raised an eyebrow. "You alright?"

____ pressed her lips together. "Yep," she said quickly. "I'm just...um." She cleared her throat. "I'm happy whenever you tell me I did something helpful."

"I know that much," Heisenberg replied, taking another swig of beer. "The first thing you did on the day you finally calmed down was to fold all my laundry."

"Well, it was just sitting there in a pile in that old wicker basket," ____ insisted shyly with a smile. "And you still wouldn't let me leave the room except to go to the bathroom, so I didn't have much else to do."

Heisenberg leaned forward in his chair a bit. "But you didn't do whatever you did just now when I thanked you back then," he countered. The corners of his lips turned up into a smirk. "What made you extra happy this time?"

____ felt his foot graze her leg under the table and felt about as hot as the stew in front of her. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, unsure of what he'd say when he found out she had this strange...fetish? Kink? And for the man who kidnapped her and kept her prisoner, no less. She already felt ashamed enough without him holding it over her head. "Well," she said hesitantly. "I like when you call me 'good.' That's all."

Heisenberg's foot climbed further up to her calf. "That's not quite right," he replied. "I didn't just say good." He gave her a knowing smile and moved to place his hand on her shoulder underneath the table. "I said you're a good girl."

____'s breath hitched and she leaned into his touch the instant he called her that. As much as it made her head spin and her thighs tingle, she still wasn't sure what to think of herself. She still wanted to escape...didn't she? Of course she did! So why did she like it so much when her captor praised her and called her a good girl? Why did she feel so at ease eating a home-cooked dinner with him? And why did she want to sink into his hand on her shoulder?

She looked down to avoid his gaze. "Do you really have to make fun of me for this?"

Heisenberg chuckled and rubbed her shoulder with his thumb. "When you pout like that, absolutely," he replied dryly. "You don't need to be ashamed, though. What's wrong with being a good girl for me? Hm?"

____ looked up at him and smiled sadly. Her voice was slightly wobbly as she tried not to let all of her emotions spill out at once. "Aside from you being the man who kidnapped me?"

Heisenberg stared at her for a moment, and a few silent tears ran down her face as she trembled. Fuck. She said it out loud. She made him upset by bringing it up after acting like things were better for so long. She ruined his dinner and she hated that she even felt bad for it.

He rose up from his chair and gently pulled her up by the arms. Before she could react, he had embraced her and was holding her against him. "I know it's been hard on you, y'know." ____'s lip wobbled and she clung to him as he held her. "Believe me, I know what it's like to be taken away from your home, your whole life--by some crazy asshole who wanted to make you part of their family."

He continued to let her cling to him for a while as she cried, and then pulled back to look at her. "You've been better to me than I deserve," he said. "And you don't have to love me. I took you to keep as my wife, but I know better than to try and force you to pretend you don't resent me for it. But..." He took her by the hand and used his powers to lift both their metal soup bowls. "Since you've been such a good wife--or a good girl, if you'd prefer--"

____ couldn't help but smile and let out a small scoff through her tears.

"You deserve a little pampering yourself. C'mon. We'll pick a movie from the tape collection and have dinner on the couch. And after that, we can do anything you want." He glanced at the rain streaking the window nearby with a slightly irritated look. "Except go outside. I'm still pretty fuckin' wet."

____ settled down next to Heisenberg after handing him the film she'd decided on, and felt a surge of warmth from her chest as he manipulated her spoon and had it float up to her mouth for hands-free eating. As far as kidnappers and their victims went, she wondered if after a while they all felt so strangely conflicted and content at the same time.

#.myshit #.heisenberg #yandere heisenberg #yandere re8 #.re8 #fem darling

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missrandomdreamer · 6 months

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Miruna ~

Little sketch page of Miruna <3 so a bit of back story for her: she has been in slavery most of her life but after a storm destroyed her ship she washed up on the beach of Gloom Island where Mihawk finds her. She only has the clothes on her back so Mihawk had to find some old dresses in the castle he took up in along with giving some of his clothes to wear <3 Miruna is a foot shorter than he is so they tend to be more baggy on her haha She also tends to like to be barefoot and not wear shoes too Miruna does have resting bitch face and tends to not smile a lot and most of the time its hard to tell what she's thinking. However one of the few things that does make her smile are animals mainly cats and sea birds. She loves cats and she finds strays and brings them back to the castle much to Mihawk's displeasure. (though secretly he also likes the cats but he won't tell her out right) And honestly loves that she is happy but again doesnt show or say anything about that. When Mihawk found her she was holding onto a little box for dear life. This is the last thing she has of her life before she was put into slavery. It's a music box from her mother that carries her mother's tarot deck and pentacle necklace within it. Her mother was her village's witch and Miruna was going to be the one next in line until she was taken. Miruna does have a lot of scars from her time in slavery, she is covered head to toe in freckles, has sandy blonde hair and blue green eyes. She is sickly thin so Mihawk tends to her a lot and also teaches her very very basic swordsmanship so she can defend herself if that situation would arise. She works with him a lot farming and that helps her build more muscle and strength along with eating a bunch of hearty meals he cooks for her.

******** so yeah that is a bit of a blurb about Miruna <3 Miruna and Mihawk of been plaguing my brain for the last few days so I had to write and draw some pictures of them. I felt like I have been in a bad spot lately with writing and drawing so these two kind of helped get me out of it <3 I haven't forgotten about Heisenberg and Hope though <3 I hope to get back to writing about them and I think this might help me to continue to get back into the flow again

#Miruna (oc)#Mihawk x oc #one piece oc #dracule mihawk

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storiesbybean · 2 years

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Bored here’s a short blurb about Karl Heisenberg being a soft dad!

Momma Drama

Karl Heisenberg x Oc w/Baby Oc

“Karl! Karl!!” Aribella hollered from upstairs. That madman had woken up early and snatched up their baby without a trace. “You better not be showing her what a human heart looks like!” The noisy thud of an angry wife clambering down the stairs filled the factory.

Karl looked down at his daughter who was comfortably seated in her high chair beside him. Her fat hands wiggling around a small hammer. “The beast has awoken,” he boomed with a mighty laugh as he pushed himself up from his bench, “you know what that means.” His daughter giggled putting her arms up so he could retrieve her and the chase could begin. He abandoned his blueprints and note taking as they dipped out his emergency exit.

The sound of shouting and baby proofed cursing followed. Most days Ari didn’t care if he took Squirt with him but when she woke up and both of them were gone! Her poor momma heart would seize and in an instant assume the worst. What if Squirt had escaped the crib and tumbled head first into one of her husbands creations? What if Karl had caught wind of Miranda and decided to hide the child with out telling her? All the terrible possibilities raced around wrecking havoc in her mind.

“Karl you brat,” she huffed seeing how empty the workshop was. Of all days to play hide and seek of course it was today. Per the usual game Ari picked up a recorder and listened to the rules of todays match. “Hello buttercup,” her husbands voice cooed in that wonderful transatlantic accent, “I’m sure you’re in a great mood so let’s have some fun!” The audio carried on like that and the rules were spelled out. No cameras. No threats. She had to play fair and leave his creations intact. Once Karl and Squirt were found only then could preparing for the birthday party begin.

Karl kept looking behind him listening for the sounds of being followed. “I think we lost her. I told you not to worry about her putting you in that ridiculous thing.” He listen to Squirt babble for a second and then stare at him. The all powerful lord scoffed at the back of his throat. “No I don’t care if your mom bought it for you. It’s to damn frilly. You’re my little bad ass not some baby doll.” He ruffled the child’s downy soft head of hair making her laugh. Oh that laugh, he’d been hooked since he heard it the first time. Maybe his childhood was garbage but he’s move any mountain to make sure she never knew a day of sadness.

Squirt kept mostly quiet as she hid with her dad carrying her from one dingy room to another. He’d talk to her about his plans for his newest creation, how Miranda wasn’t going to ruin his plans and even how his little Squirt was getting so big and pretty like her momma. She listened to him and eventually started to dose off. If she heard her mom she’d tap Karl and hed move them to a deeper part of the factory. Deeper until eventually they’d run out of rooms to dip into.

Her patients was clearly wearing thinner and thinner the longer the devious pair was hidden away. At one point Karl swore he heard someone shout they didn’t have time for this but he was making time for this. This was the time to kill. Less socializing and parading his sweet child around he had to be subjected to.

At least the plan was going well until Squirt started fussing her little tummy hungry and needing a snack. Karl looked around the basement trying to find anything that could be seen as food. Nothing. He wasn’t expecting the child to have hunger in all this planning. A shrill wail left the babies gummy mouth. The slam of door made a rail spike of fear shoot up Karl’s spine. He was done for. Not only had he annoyed his wife but he’d let their angel cry.

“Shh shh it’s ok we’re going to have cake and uhh juice?” The soothing did nothing more than increase the crying drawing the mother bear in closer. Karl held her closer to his chest to shield from the hellfire about to rain down on him.

Aribella opened the doors to the old storage area with such force her anger was surely echoing. Dust kicked up in her wake as she stomped over to the older man, a quick hand snatching him up by the ear. She tugged him down to her level releasing him once she’d gotten her point across.

“Come to mommy baby,” Ari held out her hands to the child who practically scrambled away from her dad. She smooched her forehead soothing her. As soon as Aribella had gotten Squirt calmed down her anger was once again on Karl.

He was half trying to get out before his wife lost it with him but when you postpone your daughters first birthday party the wrath is sure to be inescapable.

Living with the German lord meant picking up on the language, it also meant being able to tell him off in two separate dialects.

“Karl, wie kannst du es wagen! You are…are-Christ I can’t even think of what you are,” her rant carried on for a few minutes leaving the all powerful and deadly lord like a kicked puppy. Squirt got a kick out of it though.

Needless to say after fussing and getting their little girl in her birthday dress, the few decorations they had made were put up, the small family sat down together. Their little girl already one. Still so tiny but definitely coming into her own. Heisenberg’s little firework. The child’s eyes lit up when she saw the little pastry with the candle in it set in front of her. The whole running from it seemed silly. Just cause there was a party for his Squirt didn’t mean she’d suddenly not need her papa, it only meant he had more reasons for killing Miranda before his daughter was old enough to understand how terrible life could be.

Once Aribella finished singing to Squirt the frilly little dress was removed and her destructive hands dove for the sweet. Karl chuckled leaning back ever so slightly to watch his family make a memory. He wiped the side of his daughters cheek giving it a squeeze.

“Happy birthday Ida.”

#karl heisenberg #young writer #original work #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x oc #resident evil 8 village #resident evil #lord heisenberg #resident evil fic #fluff #heisenberg fanfiction

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trippin-over-my-fandoms · 1 year

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Someone help me; I’ve got too many WIPs

Tagged by @whateverthefuckyouwantiguess to share my WIPs. I too do not have a WIPs folder bc google docs won’t let me sort like I wanna so their meme in their post is relatable.

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I’m so sorry if this is long I can’t access desktop to insert a read more line :”)

Resident Evil WIPs

Shadows Within

Over the Mountain

Discarded Experiments

To be a Heisenberg (Whumptober Collection)

By Your Side

When Home Finds you

A Good Son

Untitled Document

(The) Infidel Heart

Love is a Sickness

Mother’s Special Child Sequel

Supernatural WIPs

The Rising Son

Chapter ???: Sorry (Can’t Save Me Now)

Chapter 10: Moral of the Story

Chapter 12: When the World’s at Stake

Of Witches and Men

Capital Offense

Sunday at the Theater with Dean

This House Don’t Feel Like Home

Grounded

RDR WIPs

In the Dark of the Night

A decision Made in Blood

Think of Me (Once in a While)

Falling Up

Hnnng

Untitled

Blurbs

Arrowverse WIPs

Unknown Draft ooooohhh spooky

Chapter 2: Safehouse

Chapter 1: This isn’t a Vaction

The Divorce Child

Troubled Souls

Survive the Night

Idea

Hold On (Just a Little Longer)

This Year’s Love (It Better Last)

Date Night

Sad Short Story

Unbroken (I Came, I Saw, I Failed)

Hear Me Now

Story Idea- Natural

Happier

Untitled Work

Cop Oneshot

Parentage

Oliver Identity Crisis Thing

Fallout 4

Danse Hancock fic

Untitled

MISC WIPs

Heaven Won’t Miss the Devil

Sunday Fanfic Idea(s)

Italy ain’t big enough for the both of us part 4

First Flight

I even dug through my phone’s notes for this so :) some of these drafts date back to 2017 which is fun.

Tagging @politecorvus , @daily-escuella , @thetragicboysclub , @suncaptor , @splat-dragon , @sentanixiv , @aen-lu , @danger-r-98-5 , @12timetraveler , @fangirl-ramblings , and @godangrily - I think y’all are some of my writer people lol. If y’all wanna do this and anyone of my other writer moots consider yourself tagged!!

Thanks Mish for the tag!

#tag game #resident evil #supernatural #arrowverse #umbrella academy #fallout 4 #mcu #WIPs

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fanworks-library · 2 years

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PLEATHE THAT LITTLE HEISENBERG EXHIBITIONISM BLURB WAS SO HOT 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 literally i love the way u write him!! ur doing the lord's work god bless

>:)

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casualbuttercupblog · 3 years

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my all time favorite thing about Heisenberg is that he's just a normal guy

like sure he has metal powers but other than that? he's just average.

a lycan? nope

vampire? nope

fish man? nope

weird doll friend? nope

tall? nope, he's 5"10 he's an inch shorter than Ethan Winters

Heisenberg is just an average man living with a not so average family. No wonder he's pissed all the time.

#Heisenberg #re8 karl heisenberg #re8 #resident evil #resident evil viii #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #Karl Heisenberg #Heisenberg blurbs #Heisenberg simps #mother miranda #lady donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #can't spell the fish mans name but hes here too

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steriotypicaloutlaw · 2 years

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Karl: *sitting on the couch in cute lingerie, stockings, and heels, eating an entire tub of ice cream and watching some sappy movie that Sal let him borrow*

Ethan: *just getting home from work, taking off his shoes* Well well, don't you look sexy!

Karl: *with a mouthful of ice cream* I don't feel sexy, I feel sad.

Ethan: *getting concerned* Aw, what's wrong??

Karl: *looking up from the movie and at Ethan, tearing up a little* The gas station got rid of my favorite slushy!

Ethan: *relieved, walks over to the couch and cuddles Karl* It's okay, we can find you a new favorite slushy, promise. *Kisses his forehead as he cuddles into him*

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ladydimitrescuworship · 2 years

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Alcina: "You need to apologise to Heisenberg love"

You: "Why? He started it" *shrugs*

Alcina: *rolls her eyes and sighs* "You went in just behind me and what did you say?"

You: "There he is wish.com Magneto"

*Cassandra, Bela and Daniela all start laughing uncontrollably again*

Alcina: "Girls!"

*They go into another room still laughing*

You: "But come on Alcina, I saw you laughing when I said it, Jesus even Miranda cracked a smile"

Alcina: "And what did he call you hmm?"

You: "Alcina's doormat"

You: "I mean he's not wrong *shrugs* I shouldn't have to apologise"

Alcina: "I'll make you my doormat if you apologise" *picks you up by the throat* "I will do unspeakable things to you *kisses your lips*

You: "Let me down and I'll be 10 minutes"

Alcina: *smirks smugly*

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #resident evil village #fanfics #lady dimitrescu x maiden #karl heisenberg #No hate to Karl this all fun #I need to stop with the random blurbs that come into my head #ladydimitrescuworship #This is supposed to be funny im sorry if it isn't #Miranda would be like children stop bickering #Alcina is like *faceplam*#Also Alcina always gets her way

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notanotherreidgirl · 3 years

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dom or sub spence going on a rant about how good you feel while hes fucking you

Sorry this took so long! I wanted to challenge myself with dom!spencer. I hope there was enough ranting

wc: 982

Warnings: language, blowjob, kissing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dom!spencer

Spencer had his head in his hands, conjuring up tedious mathematical and scientific concepts to try and drown you out. Planck’s constant = 6.626 x 10-34 Js. The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. The law of conservation of energy. But he couldn’t stem the melody of your voice from reaching his ears. He could hear you no matter what he did, a never ending loop playing in his mind. Your habit for whispering aloud when you read, you humming along to the radio, you addressing reporters, you asking questions during movies. And right now, you regaling a group of detectives from the local precinct with stories of your previous exploits.

He let out a shaky breath, catching Luke’s attention. He was packing away their papers with military efficiency, sorting important files and preparing things for their early morning departure tomorrow. He was supposed to be helping and he felt a twinge of guilt as Luke shut the last folder brimming with paperwork. “Hey, you ok?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. It's just -” Spencer stopped himself just as one of the detectives placed his hand on your thigh. It was like a dam burst. He was out of his seat in seconds, seeing red as he strode across the precinct and grabbed your arm. You were still talking. You were always talking. “Hey, Spence! Wait, what are you -”

All he could think was that he had enough. He dipped his head down to your ear. “You better shut that pretty mouth before I put it to work”

The effect of his words was instantaneous, your mouth snapped shut and heat pooled between your thighs. You let him guide you into one of the SUVs and slam the door shut before getting in the driver’s seat. The waves of anger radiating off of him were palpable and you felt a rush of annoyance flare up. “What the hell, Reid! You can’t just drag me around like that! Are you crazy? You don't get to manhandle me!”

“Do you ever shut up?” He parked in the motel lot and turned to face you. “You talk nonstop, Y/N! I can’t hear myself think around you. All I hear is you”

Maybe it was your earlier anger, maybe it was the pure need hammering away at your chest but instead of storming out of the car, you leaned in closer. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

He was on you in an instant, kissing you harshly. It was teeth and tongue and desperation and despite its animalistic nature, you felt your heart swell. When was the last time someone wanted you this badly?

He pulled away when the breath ran out of his lungs and you let out a soft whimper. He still had your face firmly cupped between his hands. “Are you afraid?”

You were quick to say no but he brought his hand to your neck, nimble fingers settling over your erratic pulse. Spencer raised his eyebrows, clearly pleased with the power he had over you. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “That’s not fear”

His eyes darkened with lust and he was out of the SUV in an instant, once again gripping your arm tightly. You tumbled into his room, already working on his belt as he haphazardly unbuttoned your shirt. He pushed you onto your knees by the shoulders. “You’ve got a big mouth? Use it.”

You swallowed hard at the sight of his cock, flushed and leaking precum, before licking a languid stripe up the underside and fully sinking your mouth down on it. A groan bubbled up from his throat and he fisted a hand in your hair. “Just like that, princess. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat. If I knew this is what it’d take to shut you up I’d have done it sooner.”

You flicked your eyes up to his as you swallowed around his length, moaning deeply at the tell-tale signs of his impending release. But he wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled you up by the hair and walked you back to the bed, snaking a hand up your skirt to feel your soaked core. “What do you want, princess?”

“I-I want -” you faltered, too overwhelmed to choke out a full sentence.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already a complete mess.” He thumbed at your clit, teasing your entrance with a finger. “Come on, baby. Use your words. Tell me what you want”

“You! I want you, please.” That was all the permission he needed to slam into you, setting a relentless pace from the outset. “Fuck, you feel so perfect. So fucking tight. This pussy’s all you’re good for. Just a tight little cocksleeve for me to use. You were made for me, baby. Made for taking my cock.”

His words sent a jolt up your spine and you clenched around him. You hadn’t expected him to be so vocal and certainly not so crass. He continued as if he could sense the effect he had on you. “You like that? You like hearing what you do to me? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this? God, you’re even better than I imagined. You feel like heaven, baby.”

You gasped as he shifted, changing his angle so he hit you even deeper and bringing his lips to your ear. “You belong to me, princess. This pussy belongs to me, you understand? You’re mine.”

It was too much - he was reaching places you didn’t even know existed and his thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit coupled with his voice had you shaking as your release washed over you. He followed right after, giving a few more thrusts before flooding you with warmth.

After a moment spent catching your breath, you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Who’s the loud one now?”

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Blurb: Resident 8- Love Language

Karl Heisenberg

Karl's love language is Acts of Service

For Karl it's hard for him to talk or really express anything when it comes to love. He tries for your sake. He had really had, and that's when he lands on instead of saying he loves you Karl can always show you how much he truly love you. It's starts off with little things around the workshop. things that you had complained that you were out of, or were even missing in your day to day life.

Then it started to get bigger. Karl started to create things for you. Little trinkets of your favorite animals, or things that he had found around the factory that he would either gift to you or made him think of you. He even from time to time will venture out and return with countless amounts of buttercup flowers.

Karl's has a few favorite nicknames for you. Bonnie was the first nickname he called you when the two of your first met. It was a way to piss you off. Driving you over the edge because you were sure what this man was yet. It drove him crazy when you started to fall in love with the nickname Bonnie, so when Kalr started to fall for your the nickname changed to Libeling (German for Darling), a sweet endearment that Karl hadn't said in years, or frankly to anyone else around him. "Libeling can you get me that hammer over there." He said one day. It had nearly slipped out of his mouth without even thinking. "What's Libeling?" You asked a few days later. He thought for moment, an expression of doubt and worry behind the older harsh lines on his face. "Well in English it's Darling." He answered a gruffness behind his words. You couldn't help smile even if he was already walking away from the conversation. The third and the most recent he had started calling you was Buttercup. In almost every conversation instead of your name coming out it was Buttercup. "Buttercup, will you come with me to Mother Mirandas meeting today?" ... "Buttercup can you fetch me that." He'd say pointing over in a general area. You loved the feeling that he had gotten so comfortable with you he wasn't saying your name anymore.

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Alaina Dimitrescu's love language is gift giving.

After the initial few that she might string you up and drain you of your blood, it's easier to see Alcina for the person she truly is. A wealthy women hidden behind a facade of scariness. But for the reality of who Alcina was. She was the most caring and loving person out there. That you had met at least. She loved to dress you up and give you all the things you would never be able to find out in the real world.

From a whole new wardrobe, to all the supplies you could ever need in whatever you loved to do. If iy was Art then she had all the best frame, paints, and brushes were at your disposal. If you enjoyed the master of writing then there was a typewriter in your room within the day, with lots and lots of paper to help you along the way. Anything your heart desired she was willing to give to you. Anything that money could buy her, you had.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's had some favorite nickname for you. Some would say that the only thing that Alcina Dimitrescu would name a person would be her pet. They all saw her as the uppity personality who walked around thinking shows better than everyone else.

She did seem that way, but when she came up with nicknames for you she was drowned in love and hope. So, Alcina called you her sweetness. She may have tricked you once or twice to let her lap up the blood that came out of her small wounds from your sewing accidents. Bubba, she loved this one. She wasn't sure how it came about, but watching your cheeks get red with embarrassment as she said it in front of her three daughter made her chuckle every single time. "Bubba come sit in my lap for me." She said, her daughter surrounding her like flies. You were shy to walk over. But she was quick to hush any concern away from your face as she gave you sloppy kiss. Dragging you far away from the thoughts of her children or your embarrassment.

Ethan Winters

Ethan's love language is Physical Touch

Ethan after everything he's endure can't help but want to protect you. So for him that leans into being a physical person. He's sure to keep you in his eye no matter what's happening around him. Ethan's got some bad paranoia just based on the events that have happened to him. Regarding to anything else Ethan Winters is the sweetest and most loving man you have ever met. He's always there for you, and the two of you have no secrets. Telling each other everything, is important base for the two of you. Ethan doesn't want you to feel like you can't come to him, and you don't want Ethan to feel like he can't come to you with anything. Overall you guys are a lovesick couple who can't seem to get enough of each other. (You're the couple that everyone else around is like 'get a fucking room already')

Ethan's got a few nicknames for you. Ethan loves giving nicknames it's just a thing he does. If you guys have kids, except that he won't use their birth names unless they have gotten themselves in trouble. For you on the other hand there are a hand full of nicknames he uses during a daily basics. As always it's sweet with Ethan, in front of his coworkers, or your friends it's always "Love, can you pass me the drink menu" If you guys have to go to a work related dinner for either of you, or "You just have to tell them what happened this weekend, love!" When Ethan and you are at dinner, or even at home drinking your favorite bottle of wine the nicknames changes. "Darlin' do you mind get up and getting me another glass of wine." He'll ask you, there something about the draw of his word that makes him that much more sexy. Then there's the one that Ethan only uses when in the bedroom, when his soul focus is on you. Making you feel the great high. "You're mine right? Say it Y/n, say you're mine." It always comes out in a blur of words that he ends up spewing out. you can't help but egg him on "Yes, Yes Ethan I'm yours. Only yours."

Chris Redfield

Chris's love language is Quality Time.

Because Chris is gone for long periods of time it's hard for things to be concrete around the two of you. So, when he is home it's nothing but you had him spending time together. Cuddling, and watching movies under fur blankets he buys while out on missions. And sex, there's a lot of sex when he get's home. And honestly you hate when he leaves but love when he comes home. He acts like a savage, tearing clothes and braking things to just get to your bare skin. He leaves the best marks that take months to go away. He calls them reminds of his love for you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Chris has a few favorite nicknames for you. He calls you tootsie when he first gets home from missions. He squeezes you tight in hugs that you can't imagine life without. Nights where you guys comes home and tear each other clothe off he calls you Hot Stuff, he drowns himself in you. And Only if he comes home with a storm cloud above his heads were he's had a partially rough couple of days, weeks, or months does he call you sweets. He just needs something to hang on to during those times and you're it for him

Donna Beneviento

Donna's love language is Acts of service.

Donna loves giving you things, or making you things. You run out of clothes that you loved or miss from the modern world. She there sewing all night to create new things out of your old clothes. You need something comforting she creating long pages of what she loves to call 'art'. She gives you little dolls that creates in your image. She get's almost every detail right, and can't help but give them to you. You're really starting to race up to heron the amount of dolls you have.

Donna has a few favorite nicknames for you. She's only got a few things she calls you. You're her honey. "Honey, would mind bringing me some thread when you come back from town?" She'll ask before kissing your temple and walking down to her room. And beautiful, as much as Donna has a hard time calling herself beautiful she love to let you know just how beautiful you are to her. Nearly every day without fail she calls you beautiful.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore's love language is physical touch.

He can't help that Miranda was so cruel to him. he yearns for the touching and for the words that are spoken between hushed breathes. He yearns for your hands to slip between his. You keep him from freaking out and going full mold. You help him in so many ways just by simply holding him down to the earth's surface. He can't help but fall in love with you overnight when kiss his forehead the first day you met him. It awakens something in him, something mother Miranda could and would never do.

You show him everything that nobody was ever willing to do. You show him the meaning behind love, and the meaning behind falling in love. He can't help but wanna be next to you all the time forever, and for you it's right where you wanna be. Because well Salvatore makes you feel like you're meant to be there.

Salvatore's grown to have a few favorite nicknames for you. At first he calls you his Angel. you have lighten up his world, let him see in 4k so much that why wouldn't you be his Angel. If he wished on a star he would have wished for you. After a few months go by the initial fears wear off, he starts to call you his starlight. You don't understand why until he explain it you. "You are the most brightest and truest thing in my life. I know that you no matter what will always be there for me. And that's why you're my starlight, Y/n." He says, his face is contorted into a half smile and half of fears rejection but it's easily pushed away from you hug and kiss him softly. He calls you puppy by year two of your relationship. "Puppy, will you comes with me to gather experiments from mother miranda today?" He asks, he's dressed and ready to go but he'll wait for you any day of the week. Or other time's it's a simple. "Puppy, I love you so much." As he nuzzle himself further into your hold. It's very endearing for both of you.

Completed on: 01/06/23

Posted on: 01/06/23

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Servants Bite

Hi everyone this is my first time writing so hopefully you like. Forgive me for bad grammar for I a self proclaimed intellectual do not care where commas are actually supposed to go so enjoy me using commas for my own purpose. I wrote based on this by @homoo-wan-kenobi I saw their post and went ooh I want to write something so here it is, Enjoy!

Summary: Alcina is looking for you around the castle and she happens upon you reprimanding a new servant.

image is from google she’s giving you kissy face

“Hold her down and give me her hand,” you tell the cook, looking at how the cleaver glints in the light as you examine the blade not even the slightest concerned with the look of horror that crosses the young servant girls face. Her pleas and struggling are muffled under the strength of the cook holding her down. “You know you’re very lucky it was I who caught your thieving, I’ve seen first hand what our beloved Countess does to those who displease her...” Twisting the glinting blade even more in your hands as your thoughts trail off into a memory of when you first arrived, waking up in the dungeon seeing what had become of the Head of Staff before you. She was lucky to have become victim to the creatures that roam the castle and not Alcina herself or even her daughters, but nonetheless you would handle this situation accordingly.

You raise the blade high in the air above and bring it down with resounding force and immediately bring forth the wails and whimpers of the young maiden, even getting louder once she realizes she still has her hand which only irks you further. You grab her jaw and smush her cheeks in an iron grip and speak, “Stop your sniveling! Should I figure you acquire anymore items in your possession that do not belong to you I will see to it that you do more than soil yourself and lose more than your dignity!” The venom in your voice sends a shiver through the Lady of the castle almost stopping her trek to you down the corridor as she listens from afar. “I will not have my reputation as Head of Staff sullied because you cannot keep your hands where they belong! You’d do well to mind yourself closely from now on now get out of my face.” You stand and watch her scurry from the room as she releases a quick sobbing ‘Yes Ma’am’ holding the hand she almost lost close to her chest while you straighten your uniform and send a nod to Abraham who grunts in response.

Turning into the corridor you stop in your tracks as you see a dress and set of hips you’re intimately acquainted with and are met with the amused smile of your Lady as she tilts your chin with a finger watching as the look in your eyes eases into submission. “Such a stark contrast to you attitude during our nightly activities,” she releases in a sultry tone. “We can explore that attitude in bed later Darling but now I need the lounge prepared for a guest. Notify the girls that Heisenberg is coming.”

You feel heat make it’s way through your body and settle nicely in your core as you avert your eyes to the ground at her words. “Yes, my Lady” and thankfully you don’t stutter or trip as you make your way to one of the hidden servants passageways littered throughout the castle, feeling the heat of her gaze even as you shut the wallpapered door.

A/N: I didn’t know what the hell to title this I bet you can tell but I sincerely hoped y’all liked this and again it is my first time writing a little fic so give me a bit of leeway. I know this is more like what happened before kenobi’s prompt blurb thing but maybe if enough people reblog and like it i’ll write a second half and attempt smut

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