#heisenberg x reader smut

[gamergoddess003]

Am I gonna die?!🥴🫠🤤

(Part 1)

[thecherubangel]

❥𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦

《𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚: 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘚𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨》

When you and Karl fucked, he never came in you, he always pulled out. Tonight would be different, you were gonna make sure that he stayed inside.

Karl’s cock was reaching depths that had your eyes crossing and drool pooling out your mouth. You could barely formulate a thought except one word.

Breed.

At this very moment, you knew you were gonna make him cum in you and from the noises Karl was making you could tell he was getting close, so you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and locked him in making his knot press against your cunt. You arch your back at the feeling and pull Karl down so his face is against your neck.

“In! I wan’ it in! Please..oh fuck!” You whined. Karl growled against your neck as he ground his hips into yours.

“Tell me you want it.” Karl panted.

“Need it so bad!” You practically cry out.

And with those words, Karl pushes his knot in you and cums. The feeling of his fat knot locking you both in place and the feeling of his cum flooding you makes you squirt all over his abdomen.

[yawnderu]

Heisenberg's favourite position during sex?

I for sure know that he fucks raw

Reverse cowgirl.

Heisenberg is a filthy, disgusting dog with a bone, never once willing to let go of you, blown pupils staring at the way his cock disappears into your sopping cunt, the squelching sounds mixing in with his hard breathing, creating a lewd melody the walls of his dirty room have never heard.

His rough, calloused hands curl around the curve of your waist, holding you still as his hips start to thrust up, your whiny moans doing nothing but enabling his perversion— pale grey eyes fully focused on the way the fat of your ass jiggles, the sensation of your nails digging into his supple, hairy thighs making him choke down a moan, not wanting you to hear just how pathetic he can be, how desperate and needy, his fingers digging deeply into your soft skin, a sheer contrast of his dirty, scarred self.

He pulls you down on his dick harder, his hips snapping up with nothing but raw desire, any sort of rhythm long abandoned, only leaving place for animalistic instincts, ramming every single inch of his thick cock into you as deep as possible, the feeling of your sopping walls pulsating and pulling him in deeper only making the last bit of decorum he had left leave his body, holding you down as ropes of thick, hot cum shoot into your needy womb, filling you up with what he knows will turn into trouble soon.

[sirenscriptures]

the hunt — k. heisenberg

✦ synopsis: it seems as though your regular strolls outside of your village has attracted a particular man to be interested in you. despite many warnings from fellow villagers to not wander far off, you never truly listen. this causes your meetings to be much more frequent, only making him desire you more. there comes a point where these frequent encounters turn into a “game”. as you have not much else going on back home, you figure, why not? it could be fun, right?

✮ warnings/notes: fem ! reader. villager ! reader. age gap (reader is in her 20s and karl is in his 40s) predator/prey dynamics. chasing. possessive, feral karl. thigh riding. dubious consent. oral (f. receiving) fear play. groping. pussy worship. outdoor sex. scent kink. use of pet names.

it felt as though all you ever did your whole life was run.

the sound of your rapid heartbeat drowned out the shrill screeching of the birds in the towering trees that surrounded you. the barely visible, dreary sky above you was framed with their decrepit branches that loomed overhead.

while in the past you’d usually find comfort in the quiet, empty forest just outside of your village, this was much different. in the space where you’d often find yourself taking a gentle stroll to clear your mind and to envelop yourself in a deep solitude that you weren’t always guaranteed, your footsteps were now scurrying across what you thought was your usual trail, chest burning with heavy breaths and a blooming mix of dread and excitement.

you didn’t even need to look behind to know he was gaining on you. even with the snow making your bounding footsteps sound softer, you knew he would find you. it didn’t matter how well you thought you could hide, either. one way or another, karl always found you when hosting this little game.

though, there was a fear present that would make both your mind and heart race when he was after you; the feeling that clouded almost all rationality within your actions. the feeling that made you stumble more than usual, and take the wrong turns, practically blurring your vision, causing every clearing to look the exact same as the one you’d just exited.

but even still, there was always the rippling, bubbling feeling of elation that followed. it lurked behind your fear, dancing with it while pushing you to have physical sensations throughout your body. even as you ran deeper into the forest, you could feel your blood rushing. the sound of your breath would shudder and crack, not even due to the cold. you could especially feel the warmth that arose in between your thighs at the thought of him catching you.

eventually, you had to force yourself to stop, practically wheezing out puffs of white smoke attempting to slow your heartbeat. you surveyed your surroundings, only to realize that you weren’t anywhere near the village now.

you took a deep breath, trying to consider a way to get out without panicking. your vision was still slightly hazy and you couldn’t fully recognize your own surroundings now.

“oh [name]?” his voice practically sung out from behind you. he was still at a slight distance, but close enough to where you could hear his heavy footsteps lurking nearby.

you flinched, frantically looking around for some sort of new turn, path, hiding place, something. the snowy clearing you were in only seemed to offer a few clusters of large trees, trunks thick enough to hide you even just for a few moments.

as you heard his muted footsteps approaching even closer, you hastened behind one of the trees, frigidly attempting to shrink yourself against the rough bark. though your chest was begging you for air, you forced your breath to quiet, barely letting out a sound.

the sound of his distant footsteps didn’t take long to enter the clearing you were in, a faint sound of metal jingling colliding with the pace of his steps. you could hear him faintly humming to himself as he abruptly stopped in his tracks. being able to hear everything from his slight chuckles to his rough, muted breaths made your heartbeat quicken again; fingers anxiously fidgeting with the fabric of your long skirt.

you couldn’t see it from where you stood, but karl was carefully surveying the surroundings, inches away from you. he knew you weren’t aware of how close he actually was to you, and that was the fun part.

he loved the power he had over you. the power to make your mind so blurred with fear that you’d lose all rational thinking. the power to make you so desperate that all you could think of was to pitifully hide behind a hunk of bark, internally casting terror-frozen prayers that he wouldn’t find you. yet, you always seemed to lose at this game…

“you know,” his voice sounded from behind you, causing you to clasp a hand over your mouth.

he shifted closer to you, quieting his footsteps even more. “i’ve always admired your scent.”

you could hear the cocky smirk oozing from his remark, the warm sensation in between your legs causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

“i don’t think you realize that i can pick up on more than your little village family.” his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, nearly causing you to flinch.

“which means i can sense more about you physically than a regular human.” he inhales slightly, your aroma filling his chest with a familiar feeling. “i guess that’s one of the good things that mother gave me, huh?”

his steps grow closer, close enough to where he nearly grazes the back of the tree with his hand. you swear he can hear your own heartbeat by now with how rapidly it thumps against your chest. you squeezed your eyes closed, choking back a whimper as you took another shaky, deep breath.

“but you, little lady…” he purrs, breath warm on the back of your neck. “you’re all i want.”

in a panic, you tried dashing forward, only to be pulled backward by your arm. he swiveled you around, one of his hands pressed against your back, drawing you closer to him.

looking into his eyes, you could see the mixture of sadism and ferality burning within them. you could smell the faint stain of cigarette smoke and motor oil on his clothes, even with how numb your nose was from the cold.

your squirming in response to his firm grasp only made your position worse, as it took him no effort to time to have you fully pinned up against the trunk, towering over you.

“now, now…” he scolded, admiring how futile your attempts to escape were.

“i don’t know why you bother struggling. you know i never let you get away.” he chuckled, fitting your chin into the palm of his hand, forcing you to look up at him through glassy eyes.

you can barely let another sound escape you as karl crashes his lips against yours. the bristle of his beard scratches against you as you moan against his lips. you can feel his entire body pushing against you as his hands greedily roam and grope your body. his chest rumbles as he lets out a deep growl, hands squeezing your ass so tight, you swear the fabric could break at any moment. the warmth between your thighs feels scorching now with your wetness pooling inside of your panties.

one of his hands nestles in your hair as he pulls away, tugging your head back to expose your neck. his warm lips nip and suck your chilled skin, his other hand still massaging your ass.

your head is still a blur as he trails down to your breasts, leaving deep marks all over your skin with his bites. you’re so blinded by pleasure you don’t even notice the way he pushes his thigh in between your legs, hiking up your skirt with a single hand.

karl smirks as he pins your other hand above your head, marveling at the feeling of your drenched cunt on top of his thigh. even through both of your fabrics, he could feel just how warm and wet you’d become.

“poor baby…” he sighs against your skin, a calloused thumb massaging your wrist as his other hand unravels your blouse.

“you’ve been drenched this whole time, haven’t you?”

you can only respond with a meek nod, heat stinging your eyes and face as you lock eyes with him.

he lets out a low hum of pity, laying a kiss on your forehead before dropping your blouse and bra to the ground. you can see a spark in his gaze as he marvels at your naked frame, admiring how your chest heaves with trembling breaths; your eyes filled with an anxious desperation.

“ride it.” he commands gruffly, still locking your hands above your head.

you start moving your hips, feeling the slick fluids rubbing through your underwear, some of it even spilling out slightly.

with your back arching, you can’t contain your aching moans as you grind on his stiff quad, the fluids leaving a damp stain on his pants.

karl can feel his limits being tested. this whole time you were driving him even further into his uncontrollable ferocity, and he was slowly submitting to it, minute by minute.

“shit, babydoll.” he growls, hand grasping at your throat. “you’re already making a fuckin’ mess on me.”

your breath hitches slightly as he pulls his thigh down, letting your feet land back on the frosted ground once more. looking up, you can see his golden eyes ablaze with desire, before he’s completely on his knees before you.

admittedly, you were taken aback at the initial gesture, for you never considered the man to be a submissive of service type. but then again, you hadn’t even fully discovered the depths of karl heisenberg just yet.

his hands pull off your skirt and panties, the sight of your fluids glistening and staining your inner thighs fueling the fire inside his stomach. you can hardly stand at this point as his large hands clasp over your hips, hovering you over his mouth.

in this moment, you couldn’t help but feel like the helpless lamb staring her main predator right in the face. cornered in, trapped, ready to be completely devoured.

“i need to taste you.” he mutters partially to himself, swiping a finger gently over your lips, licking the remnants off.

you can hear him let out an aroused grunt, pulling your soaked cunt closer to his lips. a loud gasp escapes you as his tongue and lips slither in between your folds, gently beginning to suck at your swollen clit.

even with his face buried in between your thighs, you can hear and feel the vibrating growls of depravity and pleasure beginning to erupt from him. it was so apparent now that he was losing his grip. you didn’t realize at first just how much you were driving him insane.

“karl, please…” your voice cracks, the burning of tears stinging your eyes.

looking down, you can see your thighs trembling. you see how his fingers dig into your hips, promising to leave marks later. his mouth hungrily laps at your pussy, his gaze fixated on your gradually shattering figure above him.

the moment he pulls away, a string of drool trailing in between his lips, you can feel that burning sensation start to ebb, until he pulls you back into a kiss, a single hand encasing your throat. every second he kisses you, he makes sure you can taste yourself on his lips; frequently pushing his tongue against your own.

pulling back, he took a few moments to admire you. he could see your body start to tremble from the absence of his touch, causing you to squirm restlessly in his grasp. it wasn’t until now that he glimpsed the large bulge fully formed in his pants. he certainly felt it, for this whole time getting to touch you provided an exhilarating rush of blood in multiple ways.

he brings your face closer to his, gazing intently into your tear-streaked eyes.

“tell me what you want.”

you swallowed, hoping to clear your throat of the knot that had formed. it felt just like before; the fear that captivated your entire body, feeling as though your feet were cemented into the ground, unable to move.

yet, you breathe out shakily without much more hesitation, “i want you to fuck me.”

a teasing yet satisfied spreads across his lips at your request. his bare hands run up your sides, sending a shiver down your back.

karl wastes no time unbuckling his belt, letting his large, throbbing cock free from the fabric. you felt yourself growing wetter at the mere sight of it, the same fear being overwhelmed with the thrill of pleasure.

he knows how badly you want him, that’s why he chuckles darkly at your reaction. you look so beautifully helpless in front of him, he can’t help but want to do so much to you.

positioning his tip at your entrance, he begins by slowly pushing in, yet the slickness causes him to bottom out within you, already balls deep in your folds.

you cry out, back arching again as his cock is already pushed fully against your sweet spot. you can feel yourself clinging onto him for dear life, the rest of your body shaking uncontrollably.

karl lets out a hiss through gritted teeth, not fully prepared for how tight you are. yet his thrusts are full and deep, stretching the inside of your walls to where you can almost feel it in your stomach.

“hah…can y’feel how good you’re taking me, baby?” he pants, breath hot against your skin as he holds you closer to him.

“can you feel how deep i am?” he pushed in slower at his words, the added pressure against your cervix making your head throw back.

“ah, please—karl!” you sobbed out in between thrusts. “i-i’m…mmh!”

he lets his thrusts pound into you sloppily, admiring how your breasts bounce with his inconsistent rhythms.

“gonna let go, hmm? gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” he beckons, a hand stabilizing onto the tree, pinning you harder against it.

you find yourself gasping for air as his cock pummels into you, thing strands of fluids leaking from you as he fucks you. by now you can hardly even form words.

you can hear how his growls have broken into lewd, heaving groans as he grows closer to his orgasm. he can barely even hold himself up as he fucks you even deeper.

“cum for me, baby.” he groans into your mouth as his lips collide messily with yours again. “show me who you belong to.”

you can barely hold back your noises as his final thrusts pound into you, the feeling of his warm seed eventually pouring inside you, only to leak out over your thighs.

the both of you have to take a minute to catch your breaths, a moment of silence in the forest clearing being filled with eventual steady, relaxed breaths.

karl can see immediately how difficult it is for you to stand, as you stumble within the first few tries. without hesitating, he pulls you into his arms, cradling you bridal style after getting your clothes back on.

in carrying you back to your village, you can see that satisfied glint in his eyes as he looks upon you. yet…there’s something more. even in such a short time knowing this older man, you can tell there’s something he’s not saying to you.

though, before you can even question anything, he already has you home before sundown, walking you into your house without anyone seeing.

karl pulls you in one last time, deeply kissing you. he looks at you with that same smirk, hinted with something lighter in his gaze before departing back to his distant factory.

“we’ll have to do this again sometime, sweetheart.”

written by sirenscriptures. do not copy, repost, rewrite, translate, use, or post to any other site.

[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.

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

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Nine: Karl Heisenberg + BreathPlay

You were constantly reaching out for Karl's hand. Enjoying the rough feeling of his cussed-covered fingers against your much softer hands.

Karl didn't seem to mind either after the initial shock that someone was touching him. Wantingly touching. You walked hand in hand to meet with the family and sat side by side. Pressed into his side, but continuously your fingers were interlocked.

Hand in hand when you walked around in town, and as much as Karl hated the idea of being around less intelligent people than him. He allowed you to drag him down to the middle of town and walk around the shops before returning to the factory after a long day out.

That was not the only time you wished that you could hold his touch. You yearned for a hand to run smoothly down your back and sometimes rest at the bottom of your spine. You longed for the soft touch of his rough hand.

You are the exact opposite of Karl. You yearn for the touch of another, and Karl yearns to not be touched. Karl is okay with his lonely life before you came along, and he's just as content with living it how it is now.

Yes, you are confused because when you look at Karl, you don't see just a friend, someone to talk to when the nights are quiet, and the factory is slow. No, Karl is something else for you. A bright light at the end of the tunnel. He's what you yearn for.

So when the touch you yearn for splits and turns into a need that you have to fill, something twists within your mind. You start to stare off more. Staring at Karl's hands as he works on bits of metal together, or how he tightness things together on a soldat.

The one that as you biting your tongue and squeezing your thigh together is when his hands stretch out, his metal hammer flying into his hand. It's attractive all on its own. The bludge of his veins, the girth of his fingers, it all has you in a haze.

"Y/n? Are you even paying attention to what I'm talking about?" Karl's booming voice pulls you from your naughty thoughts of his hands. "Huh." You say a bit too loud, and he rolls his eyes, "Earth to Y/n, what's got you being a space cadet today?" He asks, intrigued by your glazed-over eyes and gap mouth.

Karl has never seen you like this, and he's seen you in many ways. Blood smeared across your cheeks. A mixture of your own and others, your shirt half tore due to lycans desperately in need of stitches. Bare skin that makes his heart race every time he catches a glimpse. Y/n had been off, and Karl had taken notice. Take notice of how your gaze drifted from his face, down his arms, and then finally landed on his hands.

"I'm just… it's all fine." You say to Karl, trying to push away the fact that you not only got caught but also have no idea you were spacing out. His stare is deathly; you're an open book for him to read as much as he likes.

"No… I don't believe you. I think you were off dreaming…" You shake your head, trying to push him away from the right path he's already on. "Don't shake your head at me now, buttercup. Better if you just fess up to what you were thinkin' about." You feel like a deer in headlights. Wide-eyed and easily scared off.

The silence is unsettling, "Oh, buttercup, you want me to guess instead." Smirking up a storm, you think that's rather a good idea, and then it's a bad idea. But there's nothing else you can do. If you say the words, then it's all too real, but if he guesses it, then it means Karl already knows.

"I think…" He says, getting up from the side of the table, heavy boots on the ground beneath you. "you have been very naughty…" With each punch of the words that fall from his mouth, his hands graze up your back like you've always wished for. "thinkin' about me, and my hands." You breathe in quickly. If it's due to his touch or his words, you'll never know.

"I bet you've thought up a bunch of dirty things." He whispers into your ear. His voice was rough and scratchy. "I bet you would love it if I just wrapped my hand around your throat and kept you right on the edge all night long." You moan as you feel his hand reach the base of the back of your neck. "Let me just sink my fat cock into your tight pussy, hmm, squeeze your throat so you stars." You whimper as you clench your thighs tightly, willing the ache to go away.

Then just like that, Karl is gone, walking back over to his side of the table. You're left like a puppy following its owner. Shock is written all over your face. "Oh, what do you want more buttercup." He mutters as he walks off and towards the direction of the bedroom.

You follow like a lovesick puppy would.

Completed on: 08/20/23

Posted on: 10/28/23

Kinktober 23- @lanad3lreyscokewhor3 @homelanderscumdump @hummusxx@chvnsdimple @vvitzvafflezvv @lokisivy @claud-blood0703 @iliketoreads-stuff @all-that-glitters-is-treasure@clearscissorsbonkgiant-blog @lxonix--ac @piecesofx @mortallyswimmingpainter @playwithfire99 @fucak @everythingneytiri @lovetheos @xxxxxoseungxoooo @durazopato @hotpead42069 @oddseabiscuit @capoda @witching-hour @viviwows @lover103 @alexlovesfiction @katiecat10 @electricfans @jianasmind @max-505 @powerbun21o @the-horny-simp @missy420-0 @jaq-dav @arescosplays

Resident Evil Master List // House Heisenberg Master List // Kinktober '23

[monsterbeetlebug]

Karl Heisenberg x reader nsfw!

Tw: kink, oral fixation, oral sex, cigar, mention of anger

(this musty metal man lives rent free in my head omfg<3)

Stress relief

You where his special little pet. He had you in his living quarters of the factory. It was the only area you were allowed on your own. A metal collar adorned your neck, sturdy but not to heavy. There used to be a chain attached to keep you from wandering of to far. If it was necessary he could easily pull on your collar with his powers anyway. But you got roaming privileges for your good behavior. You had a soft mattress in the corner of the room near his desk. You had pillows and blankets to make it more comfortable for you. You'd occasionally walk up to him while he was sitting at his desk. He'd either pat your head and ruffle your hair or let you sit in his lap.

You looked at him with such admiration in your eyes. His every feature gave you butterflies. You loved his rough look, the way he spoke. His every move was enchanting. You would never wish for anything else than to be his.

You noticed how busy he was with the factory. He worked long hours, night and day. He got easily irritated during stressful days. There was little time for rest. And the times he did sit still was unfortunately very much worklated as well. He would sit at his desk in the office for hours at a time. He would take drags from his cigar and let the smoke flow out as he sighed heavily. A metal object or two would go flying into the wall when he got frustrated and stressed by his work. But the times he truly got infuriated and pent up was after a meeting with the other lords. He would bust into his office, blinded by rage. Fuming and yelling about Mother Miranda and a certain supersized bitch. You usually stayed put on you mattress in these moments just incase.

But today was different. He was silent after storming in through the doors. You could feel the tension from his anger in the room. It was deathly silent besides his heavy breath. He lit a fresh cigar and started working. You could hear anger in his writing. You knew he was pent up and tense, so you got an idea of how to help him out.

From where your mattress was you could easily crawl in under his desk without him noticing you. He was to busy to notice you at the moment anyway. You sat yourself infront of his spread out legs. As you gently nugged your head against his inner thigh and let you left hand run up his leg you could feel his muscles tighten before he relaxed. You stroked your hands softly up his thighs. His writing slowed down. You saw his crotch quickly grow a bulge. You smiled and bit your lip at the sight. You brought a hand towards it, palming him. A low groan coming from him. You scooched closer in between his legs. Your hands unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. With a swift motion you let his member spring free. You explored it gently with one hand. Feeling it's warmth, its lengt, the firmness. It pulsed in need of attention. His writing had stopped at this point. You could see him leaning back in his chair as you worked your hands on him. Holding it still you started licking at the tip. Catching drops of precum on your tounge. You could hear him taking a drag from his cigar and let out a relaxed sigh. Sliding the head of his cock into your mouth you used your tounge to massage and lick around it.

As you let his cock slide longer into your mouth you gently stroked the bottom of his shaft with you hand. You sucked on his cock, creating the classic pleasurable vacuum around his lenght. You heard him hum in pleasurable at your motions. He needed this and you knew it all to well. You started bobbing you head. Letting it slide against the top of your tounge. You stroked the rest of his length at the same pace as you sucked him. You slowly built up a little speed. You could feel his thighs tighten, the muscles tensing up. As your pace got quicker you felt his hand caress the back of your head. Helping you to keep up the pace. You heard his breath hitch. You stared taking him deeper and faster. To the best of your passionate abilities.

You kept the suction at a good pressure for him. As he got closer to his finishing you felt him push your head against himself. He cursed under his breath. You let him push your head closer. You could feel tears in your eyes and breathing got harder. It didn't last long until you felt one final shove of your head. You face was buried against his pubes. His cock pulsed in your mouth. A loud groan escaped him. You felt his seed slide down your throat as you swallowed. He let go of your head with a sigh of relief. You softly milked the rest out of the head, gently overstimulating him a bit at the same time. Satisfied with your work you pulled away and gave him some space. You wiped your tears away with a soft smile on your lips.

He tucked himself back in his pant before he pulled you out from under the desk so you could sit on his lap. With lustful eyes hidden behind his spectacles, he grinned at you from under his hat. He tugged at your collar with his power. You blushed as you knew that this was going to be a long pleasureable night for you.

[thepunkranger]

Resident Evil Men: Would They Let You Peg Them?

(18+ only. Shared from my Reddit because Tumblr deserves these headcanons too)

Chris Redfield: No. Chris strikes me as a stone top. Even if he were to agree to bottoming, I doubt it would involve anything going inside of him.

Albert Wesker: 100% no. Might just disintegrate you for even thinking of asking. Despite his leather daddy aesthetic, I think actual penetrative sex with Wesker would be missionary and nothing more.

Billy Coen: Yes. Owns multiple Bad Dragon toys and can take them all. Has lost his taste for the Cuttlefish after the mansion incident, though.

Leon S. Kennedy: 100% yes. Might even buy you the strap-on for it. Super into it. Secretly likes it even more than traditional PiV sex, but you didn’t hear it from him.

Carlos Oliveira: Yes, but he takes a bit of warming up. Didn’t even realize it was an option until he saw a harness at a sex shop. Winds up absolutely loving it, though.

Luis Serra Navarro: 100% yes. Is already bent over for it. Did you want the J Lube or the Gun Oil this time?

Piers Nivans: Yes, but he’s super shy about it. Can’t even handle you mentioning it while out of the house. Also gets super flustered when you grab his ass.

Jake Muller: Surprisingly yes, and is a size queen about it. Will boast that he can take the gaper toys and actually can. If he doesn’t have a belly bulge he doesn’t want it.

Ethan Winters: Yes, but it takes a while. Starts out super uncomfortable with the idea of having anything “up there” but eventually gets curious enough to try. Winds up loving it for the intimacy.

Karl Heisenberg: Yes. Brings it up first and winds up basically heckling you the entire time. Probably makes increasingly improbable dildos out of metal as well.

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Olive

Summary: On your knees, open up and apologize!

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader

Word Count: -2.2k

Content Warnings: Hardly Any Plot Just Smut 18+!, Misogyny-play (I dunno what else to call this, okay?), Oral (M Receiving), Karl Being A Little Shit About It, Deepthroating, Slight Choking, Subspace, Uhm…Sweat 😬, Bodily Fragrances, Body Worship, Humiliation/Praise, Manhandling, Karl Has A Dad Bod, Aftercare <3

A/N: Anne, this is all your fault and you know it! This is a little gift from yours truly <3

Tagging: @queer-crusader @ohlookapan @blueberrypancakesworld @somethingblu3

Me and my babe relax and catch the manic rhapsody

All reason flown as God looks on in abject apathy

A squall and all of me is a prayer in perfect piety

A moment's silence when my baby puts the mouth on me

- Moment's Silence By Hozier

For a split second, you halted, mouth already agape and the tip of your tongue ready to fire an entire tirade of complaints into the stuffy air of Karl's workshop. Unsuspecting, not even looking at you after you made a grand entrance barging through the door like that, Karl just sat there, soldering iron in his right and his nose scrunched up to keep his glasses from sliding down the bridge alongside some wayward droplets of sweat.

Your eyes darted at him, glaring with annoyance and frustration-fueled fury as they scanned his slightly hunched-down statue. He looked enragingly good with his shaggy hair tied into a low ponytail and his stupid, olive-green work overall pooling around his waist, giving way for you to ogle at his bare torso, skin glowing in an orange hue emitting from the embers of the furnace behind him, pale scar tissue forming a krass contrast all along his shoulders and chest.

You cleared your throat to remind yourself why you were here and to actually stay mad instead of letting your anger slide because of some silly pretty privilege.

“Huh?” Karl's eyes behind his glasses moved, inspecting curiously.

“All I do is clean up after you!”, It practically broke free from your throat in a strained groan, uncomfortably strong emotions bubbling in the pit of your stomach,

“I'm fucking sick of it, Karl. All I asked of you was to do the bed and put your damn dishes in the sink to help me out for once!”

“Uh-Huh.” Karl nodded briefly, not appearing moved by your frustration at all.

“Uh-Huh?! Karl.” It took every bit of composure to not just stomp your feet in a childish burst of anger.

“That's my name.” He mocked, his words stinging just like the white-hot tip of his soldering iron.

“Oh, fuck you!” That made him straighten up eventually.

“Excuse me?” Karl put his tool down before raising his glasses to lazily sit at the crown of his head.

“I said that you can go fuck yourself because you do fuck all to pull your weight with the chores. I'm trying to keep this place from turning into a trash dump!” You watched him intently, trying to decipher what was happening in this awfully stubborn head of his.

“Would you please say that to my face again, sweets?” The anger in your stomach dropped and rendered into a sharp jolt of embarrassment because you knew just fine that you were getting yourself onto fragile ice.

“Hm?” You tilted your head to the side and furrowed your brows into a questioning arch.

“Come here.”, Karl repeated himself swiftly, tapping his palm onto his thigh, “And say that to my face again.”

Regret kicked in almost immediately, growing into a nervous buzzing sensation with every step bringing you closer to your lover.

“There you go, I'm all ears.” Gray eyes beamed at you as you leaned your behind against the edge of the table.

“You don't help me with any of the chores.” You dropped your gaze and mumbled away meekly.

“That's not exactly what reached my ears a few minutes ago, now is it?” Karl crossed his arms in front of his chest, scarred forearms finding rest against curly, white hairs.

“I said you can go fuck yourself because I am angry with you. The bed still looks a mess and it wouldn't even take you 5 minutes.” Heat crept into your face because you knew all too well that you screwed up big time.

“Okay. Heard.”, Karl clicked his tongue before absentmindedly sucking his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment, “But what makes you think you're eligible to talk to me like that now, huh?”

“ ‘M sorry.” You felt like taking a step back but the table wouldn't let you.

“Alright, that doesn't really cut it, pumpkin. All that foul stuff leaving your mouth? Filthy, don't you think?” The way his voice had a rather peculiar edge to it made you look up again, your eyes being met with a sly grin that reached up to his eyes, laugh lines, and crow's feet wrinkling softly, pretty bastard.

“I don't appreciate you talking to me like that and I really believe you should make up for it, no?” A jolt of embarrassment went through your chest before the very same sensation went straight down amidst your legs.

The way Karl looked at you, eyes sparkling with twisted mischief, weirdly reassuring you that he heard you although you certainly overstepped a line here, rendered you weak in the knees. Like a teenager in love, serotonin and dopamine wreaking havoc and working overtime to soothe the pounding frustration from earlier.

As much as you tried to stay mad at him, you just couldn't, not when he played you so deliciously just like that, knowing full well that he had you wrapped around his finger with ease.

“Do you need me to shut you up or are you going to behave and do that by yourself?” Every word made you more self-aware about your face probably glowing with a double-edged sense of shame.

“I'm really sorry…” You repeated yourself under your breath, forcing your stunted body to move, to nonverbally admit to your failings and sink down to your knees whilst bashfully aware of your mouth watering, conditioned to do so just fine.

“There you go.” Karl cooed, teeth nipping at his bottom lip whilst his granite eyes watched your every move, pupils blowing in lust as they followed you working the buttons on his jumper.

He felt himself getting harder with every oh-so-innocent bat of your lashes, his pulse picking up significantly just like yours. You halted for a brief moment, inhaling deeply through your nose, breathing him in at his full intensity, pheromones hijacking your brain immediately.

“Too much to handle, pumpkin? Uh-oh, if that ain’t the consequences of your actions.” His snarky comment pushed heat into your face.

Karl was right, it was more of him that you were used to but you quickly came to find out that that wasn’t necessarily something bad. Instead, you embraced it, took it the way it was because you’d successfully gotten yourself into this situation. You didn’t deserve anything else right now and you accepted it.

“Fuck…” The Lord of Metal hissed under his breath as you shamelessly nuzzled your face into his crotch, the tip of your nose snugly nestled amongst curly, gray pubes and lips playfully nipping at his stiffening shaft.

It wasn’t even a matter of a whole minute until his entire length stood against your cheek, the tip of his cock soft to the touch but throbbing.

“I know you’re a whore but I never took you for the dirty, nasty kind.” He egged you on, only feeding into this rather new and rapidly forming fantasy that was taking all of you by storm.

You already enjoyed it plenty when he got out of his workshop in the evenings, cuddling himself into bed next to you with hints of oil, fire, and sweat clinging to him, rendered you feral in seconds, but this right here made you dizzy; cock-drunk without even having him inside you just yet. And although your lips found themselves busy with kissing and nibbling the lack of having your impertinent brat mouth stuffed turned you impatient. You wanted to drag it out, for his pleasure…and yours, however you nearly couldn’t manage, saliva pooling beneath your tongue.

“See? That’s exactly where you’re supposed to be instead of right in my face yappin’ about dirty dishes, sweets. Be thankful that I touch the dirty fucking dishes at all, bitch.” The nearly threatening shift in his tone sent you spiraling in the best way possible.

“ ‘M sorry…” You mouthed against the tuft of hair.

“Huh? What’s that?” In a firm smack, his palm found your cheek before the same hand clasped at you by the jaw, squishing your mouth in mockery and you nearly cried out in need for him to manhandle you like that.

“ ‘M SORRY, SIR.” You pressed from a squeezed mouth to the best of your abilities.

“Ah, that’s it. Now quit playing around.” Karl released your face from his grip with a little bit of momentum, making you sway in your position before leaning back in and wrapping your lips around his girth.

A wanton moan echoed around his cock because not only did Karl smell much more intense, he also tasted the part, effectively rendering you dumb with only one objective on your brain: serve.

“Freaking slut, enjoying yourself, huh?” He thrust his lap right into your face, your nose pressing against the soft curve of his belly pooch whilst he spearheaded along your tongue down into your throat.

The sudden jut of his hips made you gag around him, the root of your tongue contracting in tandem with your larynx, coaxing a pleased grunt from Karl’s lips. In a juxtaposed, twisted way your overwhelming discomfort brought a nearly unimaginable amount of pleasure, your love for consensual pain and humiliation nearly as large as the one you felt for Karl.

Your knees scratched over the concrete floor of his workshop as his fingers snaked along the back of your head, grabbing it by your hair in fistfuls to harshly guide your mouth to bop on his cock. An amalgamation of spittle and eager droplets of salty precum covered the inside of your mouth and squelched from the corners of your lips, dripping down into his lap.

“Sloppy bitch.”, Karl commented between quiet groans, half-lidded eyes watching you taking him whole with every jerk of your head, “Keep it together.”

Punishment followed immediately, Karl’s other hand darting to pinch your nose shut.

“Uh, no, no, no.”, The Lord shushed upon you starting to gag and slightly panic instantly, “I gotchu, be good.”

You suppressed the intrinsic instinct to breathe, nose incapacitated and your esophagus gagged with Karl’s pulsing girth, tongue pressed right against the bottom of his cock, involuntarily caressing the thick vein that prodded along your tastebuds.

Don’t gag, don’t gag, don’t -

Tears threatened to spill over your lower lash line, the watery blur glazing over your sight, lungs pulling and tearing inwards in a gradually worsening need for fresh oxygen.

“Just a little more, fuck- so tight…” Karl groaned, pointy canines digging into the tender flesh of his bottom lip, scratching over and slightly through the skin.

Not being able to breathe turned increasingly painful, your ribcage being set ablaze by an itch you simply couldn’t scratch right now.

“There, there, good fucking girl.” The words rumbled through his chest accompanied by a final forcefully maneuvered jerk of your head.

Little black patches danced over your retina and you felt dangerously lightheaded as the first thick ropes of cum gushed down your throat and for a split second your body nearly spasms in such panic that you almost bit his twitching dick right off. Instead, Karl released the tip of your nose from his pinching clasp and your jaw went slack, joints aching in overuse, and yet you obediently swallowed, took it all down to the very last bit, saliva, tears, and mucus gathering at your chin whilst you breathed yourself through it.

However absurd it would’ve sounded to explain it to someone who’d never been in your shoes just like that, finishing your task sparked a sense of pride to bloom in your chest.

“So good, so perfect, come’ere.” Karl pulled himself out of you, leaving you pleasantly sore whilst you catch your breath, your body still feeling wobbly and overly sensitive.

He held you by both wrists as he helped you get up before pulling your slightly shaking form onto his lap, his lips leaving a wash of kisses all across your heated face the very second you sat down.

“You okay, hun?” You nodded in response, weak arms wrapping around his shoulders to find more purchase.

“Was a bit rough, no? I know.”, Karl started wiping the tears from under your eyes with his thumbs, both palms encasing your face tenderly, “I’m sorry, got a bit carried away.”

You couldn’t be angry at him for it had felt too good and you knew that he would never seriously hurt you on purpose.

“Issok.” Your voice was but a breathy little whisper.

“Sure? How ‘bout I make it up to you?”, Karl started grinning as the spark of an idea flickered behind the pale gray in his eyes, “How about I move my partially lazy ass into the kitchen, do the dishes, meanwhile, you’re free to enjoy a nice hot bath I’ll pour you and afterward I’ll take good care of you, hm? I better have my jaw sore by the end of the day too, only fair.”

The lightly damp tip of his nose gently nudged against yours, his wicked smile contagious enough to catch on to you.

[struckd0wn]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚- 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠

CW:CNC

Heisenberg is finally back from his workshop, returning to the makeshift room you had set up for the both of you in his factory. He removes his jacket, draping it over a chair before he stands over the bed. You're sleeping there, laying on your stomach in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. He watches your face, cheeks squished against the pillow. One of your legs hiked up, the fabric of your boxers slightly riding up to reveal the soft flesh of your ass. The shirt you wore is pushed up too in result of you turning in bed, exposing your hips and waist to the elder man.

He discards his hat and glasses before sitting down on the open spot next to you. Karl can barely help himself as his hand slowly moves to the flesh of your ass, massaging it between his fingers. You stir slightly and he stops, watching you turn over onto your back. Now he can see your soft stomach, your head is turned away from him, neck on full display. Your boxer shorts are in a bit of disarray and Heisenberg can see where your happy trail leads down to your groan.

He moves quietly, not wanting to wake you up as he slowly pulls down your underwear. Your legs attempt to close due to the sudden cold air that hits your exposed lower half, but he holds them open. You turn you head again, brows furrowed in slight discomfort. Heisenberg decided to help you, leaning down to take you into his mouth, sheltering you from the cold. But now you struggle with another dilemma as he sucks at your clit, swirling it around in his mouth.You wake finally to the older man in between you legs, lapping at you, desperate to feel you release on his tongue. Your moan is rough, muffled by your tiredness, reaching out to pull at his hair. Karl holds your legs down as he proceeds, making you cum on his face. You whimper between hurried breathing, pushing him away as he begin to overestimate you. He pulls away from you, meeting your eyes with a mischievous grin.

"Hello, sleepyhead."

[gamergoddess003]

Am I gonna die? 🥴🫠🤤

(Part 2)

[thecherubangel]

❥𝖧𝖾𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗀 𝖥𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝗈𝗎

《𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲：𝖲𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄，𝖳𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖵𝗂𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒，𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖲𝗆𝗎𝗍》

Karl finally taking your virginity after opening you up on four of his thick fingers and making you cum at least 3 times.

“Karl…baby I can take it just please! Please just fuck me!” You practically sob. Karl looks down at you and sighs, his brain is telling him to keep prepping you but your moans, Gods your moans. They’re driving him crazy. He finally pulls his cock out which makes you moan at the sight of it.

“Oh fuck…it’s so big baby…I want it.” You plead. Karl grabs your hips as he lines his cock up to your cunt. His anxiety is high as he worries about hurting you. The moment he sinks in he throws his head back, your cunt squeezing him so perfectly. He has to focus on not cumming because just from the first thrust he’s close. When he looks down at you, your eyes are practically crossed. Your mouth is hung open in utter pleasure. Your hands search for something to hold onto, he grabs your hand and you immediately squeeze it as you throw your head back in pleasure. Fuck. He should’ve fucked you sooner. You look so perfect underneath him like this.

[ccscocoapuffs]

KINKTOBER Day #18-Spanking- Karl Heisenberg

Karl adores using spanking not only as punishment but also when he fucks you. No matter the position he will find a way to slap your ass. Karl radiates dom energy wherever he goes, so naturally in the bedroom he loves to show you exactly who is in charge. Karl's favorite position to spank you in is for sure over his knee. He loves the control that comes with it as well as him being able to watch you squirm so clearly away from the harsh smacks of his hand.

Karl loves to walk up behind you whether you are looking out a window, doing dishes, doesn't matter, and smack your ass hard enough to make you jump. He for sure loves to have rules and punishments within your relationship and loves using spanking as the main the punishment for breaking the rules. Karl for sure gets a cocky smirk on his face when he sees you squirm in your chair when you sit down after a rather harsh spanking. Despite loving the way you pout when your bottom is sore he is a king of spanking aftercare. He loves laying you down over his lap and rubbing lotion on your now bright red bottom. Karl would love to have all sort of different paddles for the times he gets to spank you, though he prefers using his hand the most. If you knew a spanking was coming for breaking one of his rules then he for sure would make you go pick out the paddle you get spanked with for the night. If you were to cry when he spanked you he would lift you up till you sat in his lap and place his hand on the back of your head and pull you into his chest. He says stuff like "Shhhhh baby no need to cry, its over now" or something like "Daddy hates having to punish you my love, i want you to be my good girl"

[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.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Seven: Karl Heisenberg + Praise

You're taking him so well. This isn't the first time that Karl has been gentle with you. Everytime you grind up against his cock, or let him slip in. He makes sure to take it with grace, and ease. Letting you have control over every moving part of the moment between you.

You hard are placed on his hard chest as you bounce his cock. Karls hands sit on your hips. helping you gently to bounce, keeping the rythme the same with each thurst of his hips. "There you go buttercup." He says gently smoothing his large thumb over your hips bone.

Your breathy moans fall from your lips as your hips search for more. "That's it princess, using me to make yourself cum that's a good girl." His words have you melting and you jsut started. Slick runs down his cock with each bounce.

"Oh fuck baby, making my cock feel so good with this tight pussy." Karl bites out as he tries to hold hismelf together. He's close, and if he has his way this won't be the first and last time he cum tonight.

"Make me cum please Karl?!" You beg, leaning down to grab Karls lips in a heated kiss. Bringing things back to life is Karls thing, but you seem to be the only one who can manage to bring him back to life nowadays.

Your kisses are like breaths of fresh air, like bolts shooting through his body in a way he can really explain. He flips the two of you over, arms wrapped around you waist protectily.

Cock nudging your most sensitive spot. “Oh please Karl don’t… don’t stop.” You moan out with pleasure. Head falling somehow further into the pillow beneath your head.

“I won’t baby girl you’re taking my fat cock so good. I would dare dream of stopping.” Karl mutters under his breath as he looks down to see where the two of you are connected.

Slick covers his cock and your inner thighs leaving nothing to the imagination about how much he turns you on. Gently he presses circles into your clit, more moans bounce around the room.

“Such a good girl taking my cock like this! You want me to fill you up too?!” Karl asks with a grunt. Theres a pleasant hum from your lips. “Good answer buttercup.” He says before spilling into your wet warm walls.

Completed on: 08/02/24

Posted on: 10/07/24

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