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theanonymousfoxsimp · 3 years ago

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Yandere karl heisenberg x (f) reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look-" you started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Caught you"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #lord heisenberg #daddy heisenberg #lycan!heisenberg x reader #lycan heisenberg #yandere karl heisenberg #yandere karl heisenberg x reader #oh god this is a long one

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the-yandere-cryptid · 3 years ago

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New Fic: Full Moon Night

Lycan! Karl Heisenberg / Reader, N/S/F/W, 1854 words (edit: now gender-neutral AFAB reader)

“Doesn't matter where in the world you are, one should never be wandering the roads alone at night.“ Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34592932

#yandere scribbles #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil village #lycan heisenberg

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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My apologies for bothering you, but if requests are open, do you think you could do a yandere Hiesenburg [resident evil 8] scenario where Ethan dies before fully saving Rose, and the reader enters the village to finish what Ethan started, but ends up catching Hiesenburg’s interest instead? [a fem reader would be preferred, but I don’t mind if you use different pronouns]

Sure! I'm surprised Heisenberg was not requested earlier. I did not focus on Darling's gender, don't worry. I was not really sure where to go with this, so the ending's bad/feels rushed and Heisenberg may be OOC due to me not looking into his personality fully. This fic could've gone better. I tried though, hope you still like it, feedback would be nice.

I focused too much on descriptions-

Where He Left Off...

Yandere! Karl Heisenberg Scenario

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Kidnapping, Vague sense of romantic interest, Implied Heisenberg just lost it after Ethan nearly ruined his plan, Stockholm syndrome, Manipulation, Implied murder, Forced relationship.

"We have an emergency mission for you, (Y/N)."

Those words from Chris's mouth sent chills down your spine. An emergency mission can only mean one thing... something went wrong with Ethan.

According to your briefing, Ethan had succumbed to one of the lords. Chris had tasked you with not only retrieving Ethan's corpse, but finding Rose. Both of them had some sort of power from what you've heard.

"I'll be backed up by you, right?"

"Of course. We can't let Miranda keep either of them. If you need to... take out the lord that killed Ethan. They should be the fourth one."

"He killed the rest?"

"Yes. All except for one.... Heisenberg."

Suiting yourself up and equipping yourself with a weapon or two, you prepare yourself. Heisenberg was someone who can't be taken lightly. Not with his power....

"Send me there, Chris."

"You ready?"

You breathe in softly before nodding.

"As ready as I can be."

---

Heisenberg thought Ethan would be the last outsider he'd have to deal with. After all, he was only here to find that daughter of his. It was really too bad he had to die... he could've been a great help against Miranda.

Can't win them all, huh?

Now Heisenberg could just focus on mass producing those Soldats to take on Miranda. The other fools were dead, anyways. What else did he have to do?

Then there was word of yet another outsider. He both dreaded and looked forward to this new discovery. They had caused an uproar with the lycans, it was best to keep an eye out.

This was the first look he got of you. Looking all determined to enter his factory. It was clear what you were after.

You were finishing what Ethan started.

Silently and patiently, Heisenberg keeps track of your progress. You looked appealing and that determination was stunning. It could be him just realizing how alone he was now...

But he felt a strange yearning towards this outsider.

Curiosity and intrigue sprout from his attention towards you. The longer he watched you, the stronger such a yearning grew. He cursed how impulsive this feeling made him....

What was so special about you?

The closer you got to the factory, Heisenberg went against his better thinking and made a decision. Since you'd enter his domain within the hour, why not test you?

Perhaps that will calm this... strange obsession.

"Let's see what you're made of, dear...."

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Heisenberg's factory... a place that would be a mad mechanic's wet dream. Upon entering the building you're greeted with a labyrinth of visuals and noises. All looking disturbing in design....

The loud clanking of machines and pistons ring in your ears, echoing in a disorienting rhythm. Groans of creatures born as a chimera of metal and flesh roam around every corner with the instincts of a wild but disoriented animal. The sights and sounds shake you to your core.

You have a job to do, unfortunately.

It's not like you came here expecting sunshine and rainbows. This was Ethan's last reported location. Right before he was deemed missing, or deceased.

Seeing as the old factory looks so lovely, it wasn't hard to assume Ethan had fallen victim to one of these poor unfortunate beasts. It was that or the fourth lord you still haven't seen.

You could be stalked in this maze of machines and never know.

Worry pooled like sludge in your gut, slowly seeping into you as a warning. You wondered how Ethan had succumbed to his demise here. If you weren't careful, you could easily be next.

"Really hope Chris meant it when he said he'd have my back-"

The deeper you went into the barrage of sounds and disturbing scenery, the more your brave facade wavered. It was perfectly normal to dread what you'd find. Even in an abnormal setting, you still knew your emotions were the most normal thing you'd find here.

It was hard to find a singular corpse here. At least... one that's Ethan's and not one of the robotic chimeras no doubt created by Heisenberg himself. On a similar note, you wondered just what was the point of these beasts?

The factory absorbed your senses so much you never heard the whirr of magnetic fields. The clank of pistons easily covered the tap of footsteps. What you did register, was you being disarmed of your weapons.

"What-"

"Well aren't I lucky? I get to deal with another one of outsiders."

The bending and clashing of metal against metal walls violates your ears, causing you to flinch. You were constrained easily to the wall, shackled in front of Heisenberg, the fourth lord. His expression read of both annoyance... yet interest.

"I'm surprised the lycans didn't get to you, or even the soldats. I would say you're special, but I doubt you had any power like Ethan."

Heisenberg then looks you up and down before grinning.

"Special in a different way, however..."

"Hey-"

"Wait, let me guess. After Rose too, huh?"

Heisenberg sighs, backing up and tossing your guns over a rail. You can barely move due to the metal restraints. Chris really needed to send a team of people-

"'Course you are, who isn't at this point?"

"Where's Ethan?"

"You're late for that one, he's dead. Unfortunately...."

"Where's his corpse?"

"Is that what you wanted? Disposed of."

"Wh-"

"Will you stop barking questions!? Just who is interrogating who here?"

You keep quiet, not like you could do much else. Heisenberg heaves a sigh, distressed his plans are once again disrupted.

"Couldn't resist sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, huh? Like some lost animal looking for shelter. I don't pity you."

Heisenberg leans closer, tilting your chin up.

"You're worse off than Ethan. Consider what I do next... mercy."

Metal clangs into your head suddenly, dragging you and your senses into the depths of your subconscious.

---

You're awoken to the smell of cigar smoke and a pounding head. Coughing softly, you hear a shift in the room.

"Waking up, are you?"

You turn your head groggily to be met with Heisenberg, leaning on a wall while smoking. Chains restrain you to a wall with a mattress placed under you. You immediately prepare to defend yourself.

"Stay there-"

"You really are like a scared animal... now what's your name?"

"Like I'm telling you."

"Feisty, huh? Need I remind you of our previous talk? Tell me your name, and I'll answer a question of yours. I know you love those."

You grunt at his cocky behavior, deciding to take your chances.

"It's (Y/N), if you must know, Heisenberg."

"Great to know you already know me. Now, your question?"

"What is your plan with me?"

"Right to the point, I like that...."

Heisenberg laughs before pacing in front of you.

"Well. You know the other three are dead, right? Never liked them. Although I do admit it is... quieter. You're going to be company. Who knows, maybe you'll attract someone that can kill the 'queen bee' here."

"I'm a hostage...."

Heisenberg takes a drag of his cigar, looking at you through his glasses.

"No need to be so pessimistic, (Y/N). I'm sure you'll have some use to me."

Heisenberg stands in front of you, grinning.

"I think you and I will do great things. Not like you have much of a choice now. Ethan's dead and a lost corpse, Rose is unreachable alone, let's be honest... you were disposed of."

You feel your heart crack, a hopeless feeling nibbling at you like a swarm of worrisome bugs.

"No-"

"You'd die here at some point if I was not the one left alive. You got captured way too easily. Miranda would tear you to shreds and feed you to the lycans. I, on the other hand, have supplied you with shelter."

"Why-"

"I've been watching you from the start. You think I don't know what goes on in my own factory or this village? Hah, cute.... You won't live out here on your own, (Y/N)."

Again, he holds your face with gloved hands. It's strangely affectionate, the way he holds you makes you think he has ulterior motives.

"Wouldn't you rather take the easier option, anyway? You either die, or are taken care of here, safe in isolation and here to aid me. Isn't that better?"

He then chuckles at your fear, leaning away.

"Oh please, I'm the one in charge here anyway. You answer to me. You'll go along with it when pushed in the right direction, won't you?"

You fear him... you fear everything about him. You have no guns, he's much too strong anyway. You're hopeless... hopeless and alone.

Isolated with no one to help you but him for whatever reason he had.

"You'll join me in the end. Taking you here was a great decision, my mind is certainly less... distracted now."

---

Another 'death', another failure. According to BSAA you were M.I.A. Meanwhile, you were locked deep inside a factory with the very lord you should've killed. Instead...?

You had managed to charm the lord. A secret he'd never tell a soul.... In exchange for your freedom and attention, you were granted protection.

It's not like you would be successful in your mission anyway.

It was just as he said. You foolishly went alone, were easily captured, and no one came for you. Not that you know of, at least.

If anyone did, Heisenberg probably knew about it and dealt with it.

All you had was Heisenberg. You were told over and over by him that he was the only one you needed to trust now. You're weak....

Weak minded, weak physically, weak in general....

Perfectly malleable to the magnetic man who took you in, just like the metal he worked with.

You may be alive, but without your freedom...

You wonder if you'd be better off dead despite what he says.

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil 8 #yandere karl heisenberg

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i-cant-sing · 4 years ago

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Pleeeeaase one more of Yandere Alcina x child reader!! I'm definitely addicted (specially about the "best parent" mugs) and can't get enough! Love your ideias! xoxo

Perfect: Yandere Alcina x child reader

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Alcina hadn't ever taken care of a child, killed a few, sure, but she had no experience in taking care of a child. Sure, she's seen how animals interact with their young, and how awfully fragile the offspring is, but she never had one of her own to really experience the motherhood. Even the 3 daughters, they were already quite mature and could easily look after themselves, they rarely needed Dimitrescu's help.

But despite the lack of experience, Alcina is a smart and highly observant person. So she knew something was off when she couldn't hear you. A child your age should be either giggling or playing- hell, even crying, but silence? Yeah, something was wrong.

"Y/n!"She called out, her heart dropping when you didn't respond back. "Darling? Where are you?" She began looking around the castle, checking under the tables and bed, your favourite hiding spots, her hears trying to pick up on the pitter patter only your tiny feet.

Her anxiety kept on increasing and awful thoughts started racing through her mind. Did you get stuck in some crawl space? She knew you liked to roam around- wait, did you wander outside in the cold?! No, some lycan would've brought you back in. Heisenberg made sure of that. Wait, did that man child Heisenberg take you away? She's gonna kill him- just wait till Mother Miranda hears about him violating the equally divided Y/n time!

Alcina decided to check her own room last, you never went there on your own since you always managed to get lost, but something was compelling her to go there.

Mother instinct? She would've laughed a month ago, nothing about her was maternal, but ever since you came into her life... she wouldn't be surprised if motherhood came upon her. Its only natural, despite you not being hers by blood.

As she neared the door, she could hear 3 hushed voices, she instantly knew it was her daughters. She could also hear your heart beat, it was calm, didn't feel like you were in danger. Her daughters would never lay a finger on you; they loved you too much for that!

She opened the door quickly, as if trying to catch her mischievous little kids. The older girls whipped their heads in her direction, while you sat in front of her vanity, your face away from her. Alcina narrowed her eyes at the girls, Daniella was holding a hair brush, Cassandra had a one of the mother's large hats, and Bella was holding a silky outfit, one she had especially made for you.

"What are you all doing?" Alcina asked through clenched teeth, trying to contain her anger for you. "W-we were just playing around, mother!" Before Alcina could admonish them, you jumped off the seat and ran up to her, her heart almost bursted from your appearance.

Little you was wearing a long white dress she had made, your eyes were decorated with her black eye shadow and eyeliner and you were wearing her favourite shade of red lipstick!

"Y/n!"she gasped as she knelt down to your level, somehow still towers over you. "What are you wearing?"She asked as she pushed your hair away from your face.

"We're playing dress up! I wanted to look like you!" You grinned. "Do I look pretty?"

God damn. Alcina was beginning to think she was a human with the way she felt her heart skip a beat.

Her fingers caressed your cheek. "Of course you do, sweetie. Just need some finishing touches. Come here." She quickly tied your hair in a bun before taking the black hat from Cassandra, placing it on your tiny head. They all laughed as you peeked at them from under the humongous hat. You giggled along before pushing at Alcina's knees, looking up at her with doe eyes and small pout. "Up?" You have always been so polite.

Alcina hummed before bending down again to pick you up, and you did a little "Wheee!"as she lifted you all the way up and settled you on her hip. She booped your nose, chuckling as you scrunched it up.

"You are so perfect. Just like your mama."

Meanwhile Ethan is probably has an aneurysm when he sees his daughter, you, dressed up like a mini Dimitrescu. And you best believe, the castle has paintings of you dressed up like that, some solo and some with your vampire family. Poor Ethan thinks he's hallucinating 😭😭😂

So, did you guys like this little drabble?

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finn-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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Can you make a “ How far you go” (trying to escape from them), Yandere! Four lords x reader?

Promise I’m not dead. Life has been….something lately. But I’m doing my best. Sorry for the lack of content in the last few months.

Resident Evil 8 Lords x Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil Village

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere content, so not only the implication of toxic/abusive relationships, but also kidnapping, canon typical violence, and the general bad vibes you would expect. Nothing too explicit though

Gender-Neutral Reader

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Lady Dimitrescu

Oh darling, kidnapping people and keeping them is her specialty really, you will not escape easily.

Your best chance at escape would be gaining her trust, earning bits of freedom as rewards for being such an affectionate pet.

It will take time, and a lot of obedience, but eventually you may be allowed to roam the castle on your own. Taking this chance to run would really be your only real way out.

It’s a shame it won’t last long.

Alcina rarely leaves you alone for long, and she’s quick to become paranoid that you’ve disappeared. If she can’t find you, she will assume you’ve gone, no matter what trust you’ve built up.

And between her and the girls, you’ll be found before you reach the village.

If you time your escape right though, in the winter, when Alcina has something keeping her attention for a long time, you might be able to get to a different lords estate. Not to freedom, but maybe something less suffocating than Alcina’s love.

Donna Beneviento

The Beneviento house functions like a well oiled clockwork device.

And Donna has always been oh so worried about losing you.

So of course she has safe guards set in place. Everywhere.

She always knows where you are in the house, when you leave your room, when you wake up at night.

If it’s not subtle noise queues in every room, it’s a doll, watching you with glass eyes.

Planning an escape is difficult, to say the least.

Especially as Donna is much harder to convince that you won’t leave. She has lost too much to risk having you disappear too.

You would never make it past the front door.

Salvatore Moreau

Moreau stays confined to his reservoir most of the time, only really leaving at Miranda’s summons. He is uncomfortable, out of his element when he is gone.

So if you can just make it out of the reservoir, out of his territory, you’re sure you can escape. You can outrun him on land, and he doesn’t have the favour of the other lords to enlist their help.

But Moreau knows this just as well as you do. He isn’t going to give you the chance.

If you are to escape, you have to do it the first time you try. Perfectly planned and executed in one. Of course that’s nearly impossible, if you’re desperate in the beginning, you’ll be sloppy.

If you get caught once, you won’t be trying again.

Broken legs just give Moreau another reason to smother you in his love! He was a doctor you know, he’ll take care of you as they heal! Although he won’t be so merciful as to make sure they heal the right way.

Karl Heisenberg

Oh dear

Escaping from the others is a dangerous thing, but escaping from Heisenberg? It’s closer to a death wish.

Oh the odds that he’d really kill his sweet little darling are low, but you’ve seen the way he rips through lycans and villagers alike in his experiments.

He’s threatened to experiment on you. Replace soft flesh with cold metal, leave you fully under his control.

And if you’re caught escaping, he’ll jump at the chance to really teach you a lesson.

His factory listens to him, he can shape its hallways with enough focus. A twisting maze of metal and danger, you will never find your way out if he’s alive.

Not to mention the tracker he’s got in you. Letting him check in whenever he starts getting paranoid.

Getting out of the factory, removing the tracker, evading his army of lycans? It’s really safer to just give in.

You would never get down the factory steps.

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mo0nfairy · 4 years ago

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Hey! Can I request yandere!Karl Heisenberg? I love your blog aesthetic, it’s so pretty 🤩

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 ⸺ 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨

˚ ✩ 💼 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🧩

( 📁 ) . . . 𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲��𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘂𝘁! 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁~ <𝟯

𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗴’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛, & 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜

oof, holding the heart of heisenberg is a treat and a half

you were once a humble villager, spending your days with dirty knees out in your garden

however, curiosity prevailed once again and sent you into an abandoned mineshaft, signs reading, “DANGER!” and “DO NOT ENTER!” adorning the entrance

and with that, you began your adventure into the dark abyss with only a shattered lantern to defend yourself with

maybe you’d find a crystal or two that would compliment your cottage, you considered

maybe you’d find a rare trinket that would sit well in the duke’s purse, you pondered more

“fucking lycans! what did i say about-…! well, you’re not local. are you, sugar?”

and just like that, you have now been captured acquainted with karl heisenberg

you would have never guessed that being mistaken as some werewolf-mutant would send you spiraling into the factory that the village whispers about in terror

your sparkling wonder with the world, your heavenly features that rival aphrodite, and your enchanting character that'd make any soul with a functioning brain drop to their knees

i mean, can you really blame him for being head over heels?

you are by far the most captivating creature he has ever met…

and now you have become the most valuable thing in karl heisenberg’s life! congratulations!

karl never paid too much attention to keeping a conventional profile, but now that he’s got this beauty on his hip, he has to make a good impression!

he’ll polish the factory spotless (to his best ability) and clean up his appearance, finding a tailor in the village and flaunting a new coat that isn’t discolored by oil and blood

(he even ties his hair up to keep a modest appearance 🥴🥴)

you’re perplexed by how softhearted the man your neighbors titled the “big bad wolf” is, but as i’ve said before, this man is possessive

and these tendencies root from karl’s jealousy and insecurities (thank you miranda)

he’s aware of how replaceable he is; he knows that if you had to choose between him with his lycans up in a factory and some prestigious civilian who'd help you further pursue your love for gardening, you’d pick the latter

however, if you console him of his worries with even the fairest of reassurance, he’s on cloud 9 with a melted heart and weak knees

and you can’t think of a single soul who’s given you the same praise karl has given you

not even the village creep whose stares made you nauseous or the drunk who swore you were the reincarnation of a greek god

karl himself isn’t even sure if he can stop himself from drowning you in the praise you deserve

however, when the lords all meet together, that gooey-eyed man you once knew and adored is replaced with the facade of the villain you once presumed to be (give him any form of affection and that facade will shatter in a millisecond, btw ;))

yes, by request from mother miranda herself, you are obligated to attend every meeting at your lover’s side

she has taken notice of karl’s devotion and how his anger simmered with you on his lap, almost like a pacifier to a baby

just don’t be surprised if he tries to slice the gills off the fish-out-of-water or nearly tears the head off of the broken barbie doll if any of them let their eyes wander

for lack of a better phrase, karl has that “i-hate-everyone-in-the-world-but-you” attitude

but if you’re not at his side?? oh boy…

all that machinery of his has to go to some good use, right?

with cameras, microphones, trackers, there’s never a moment this man can’t keep an eye on you

whether that’s by sending the lycans to watch and protect as you wander about or looming over you as you explore the factory, it is impossible to escape from his grasp

but his tone is so sweet and his embrace is so warm, why would you want to leave anyway?

#resident evil #resident evil imagine #resident evil x reader #yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil x reader #karl heisenberg #yandere karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg imagines #karl heisenberg x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #soft yandere #moonfairy

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wyvernyxin · 4 years ago

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Consequences [Karl Heisenberg x Reader]

•warnings: monster-fucking, noncon lycan anal as punishment, yandere! sadistic! heisenberg (obsessive, manipulative, etc) dubcon vaginal penitration with Heisenberg, cunt slapping and tit slapping, mindbreak? “sweeatheart/princess” breeding (because I can't help myself...) SMUT (18+) minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

•summary: Heisenberg warned you of the consequences if you tried to run. This is just the result of you breaking the rules.

•word count: 1.7k

•note: @dabitdabi for you? I always have time, ily!! <3 based off this convo 👀 also I think it's funny this is the darkest thing I've written and it's not for my anime fandoms that I mostly write for 💀 I am my own proofreader have mercy

READ THE WARNINGS.

You should have known better. All this time, he's hammered into your head that if you try to leave then there will be consequences.

Face and chest pressed to the floor, cement digging into your skin with someones... somethings claws digging into your hips. Not deep enough to draw blood, he has made sure that there would be no chance of this lycan turning you. There are already tears teasing the edges of your eyes. Eyes that can see the soles of dirty leather boots, trailing upwards until you can see Heisenberg's disappointed face, emphasized frown to show you just how bad you fucked up.

"I told you what would happen, you know."

Your bare skin prickles at his gaze and the breath on your neck. Heavy and heaving against your neck, something large pressing into your back.

You hear a tsk from him, "no teeth."

Suddenly the breath backs away, but not the bulge pressing against your bare ass that's hiked up and presented for the creature behind you. It's drool trailing down to the cleft of your cheeks. Drool is better than absolutely no preparation at all.

"I'm sorry," apologies will do nothing to get you out of your punishment but maybe some sympathy. Even just a little.

You cannot even hear Heseinbergs response of "you should be" before the tip of the lycans cock is pressing into your tight ring of muscles that have never been penetrated before. This is when the tears fall, pain striking through you until you are sobbing, the lycan pushing in with no care until it is hilt deep in your ass.

Between your sobs you are able to push out, "hurts!" because fuck, it does. It burns despite the little amount of drool from the lycan to rock into your asshole. But your cunt is pulsing, despite the pain or because of it, you are not sure.

As you gasp into the floor, the lycan continues. Using your ass for its own pleasure and at Heisenberg's command, hands dug into your hips to pull you back down on its cock that's slowly becoming more and more pleasurable by the second. You look debauched — a gross display of snot and tears that you have yet to wipe away.

Heisenberg stays observing in his chair, watching as you fall apart on an unknown lycans cock, eyes rolling back into your head like a mindless doll as your thighs become wet with your own arousal. He knows it hurts, that's a part of the punishment. But don't you know it hurts him and you when you try to run? He just needs to teach you a lesson, to keep you safe and with him.

"What if I let that lycan use your filthy cunt huh? Have lil’ mixed lycan babies."

"No!" you are trying to claw forward to him, pressing out a demand just to want to find comfort in him.

"No‽" you can hear the smile in his voice, prompting you to elaborate.

"No... only wan' your babies..." trying to appeal to him and his deepest desires to make sure the filthy lycan drooling and groaning above you and drilling into your ass stays out of your most precious place. Part of it feels so true though. Even you believe it, that you want his seed inside you and never anybody else's.

The lycan brings you down on its dick harshly before Heisenberg can make any comments. Rutting into you and digging into the fat of your hips to use you like a toy, cock pulsing with an impending release. You do not even want to imagine how its cum would feel inside you. Probably the most disgusting feeling you could ever experience… but luckily Heisenberg’s possessiveness doesn't allow for it to finish in your ass. Trying to catch your breath, the lycan disappears, you think. You are too busy savoring the cold cement and grounding yourself from the echoes of pain resonating through your lower half.

"Just imagine if that big bitch Dimitrescu got you, you'd be drained dry by now and turning into a brainless zombie," the fear in your eyes almost turns him on as much as your pleasure does, rough hand finally making its proper home on your body and propping you up on shaky knees. Wiping your tears and stroking your quivering lip, he's giving you a pitiful smile.

"That's why I keep you, darlin'. To keep you safe," he's nodding in agreement to his own statement, prompting you to nod with him. That is true… you would rather feel these rough hands smelling of grease than the bite of the cold outside. Or the bites of other creatures…

A hand brings your head to his chest after he strips his shirt and coat off, caressing the side of your face as he manipulates your body to lay back on the cement. His shirt layered behind you to soften the harsh ground that's rubbed the skin of your knees raw. Sometimes he's reminded just how fragile you are, how he could break you at any second. Sitting back on his calves he inspects your knees, thumb rubbing over them and pressing into your chest as well that's gone sensitive, and inspecting how slick your thighs have become.

“You didn’t happen to enjoy your punishment did you, sweetheart?”

You immediately shake your head, mumbling denial while his fingers gather your juices and pressing it back over your clit, observing how your stretched and abused asshole flutters with the pleasure he allows you. You took your punishment pretty well, so he will allow you some respite. But not without some of more of his sadistic nature showing. He brings a rough hand down onto your cunt to slap it, splattering some of your liquids onto his hands as your thighs twitch to stay still. He is testing your limits, seeing if you will close your legs or keep them open as you are supposed to. Just a few more slaps that send your brain reeling from the painful spikes of pleasure he is giving you and then he is done. You did not close your legs, so you did good. He lets you know that with a gruff voice and a simple, “good girl.”

Elbows frame the side of your head while he places rough kisses into your body. He missed you so much while you were gone, even if for the short amount of time his heart still ached. But now you are clinging to him like you should be, savoring the soft affection he gives you along with he warmth he provides.

Of course you should have never tried to run. It was scarier than anything you could experience with Heisenberg. He wouldn’t let anything hurt you unless you were bad but even then he still would not let anything truly hurt you unlike the doll maker or his sister, or anything else in the village. Even the people would shun you probably, like Heisenberg said.

The tears have dried, kissed away by him while he presses firm into your body. Rolling his hips into yours while he maneuvers them to lift into his grinding. He leaves a messy kiss on your lips before pushing his pants down. Slipping his cock out to finally feel your soft cunt wrap around him. How he stretches you out is nothing compared to how the burn the lycan made you feel. It is a thousand times better, he is handling you like fine china and rocking into you slowly, swallowing your moans and letting you claw into his back.

He lets you mark him up because he loves knowing you want him, the thin scratches pumping his ego to the fullest. Plus, scratches are just half of what he’s able to do to you. Consider it a way to let some of your frustration out on him.

Your lower half still burns a bit from your punishment but the pleasure overrides it easily as he paws at your chest and thrusts into your soaked cunt. He can see how your chest jiggles with the bruising pace he has set, can you blame him for wanting to slap your chest as well? It was not too hard, just a few heavy-handed slaps and he can feel how your walls clench down even tiger around him while you whine.

Gushing around him, your legs framing his hips and allowing him sloppy kisses that make your mind fuzzy. He delivers a particularly harsh thrust causing you to push out a loud moan that makes him smirk.

“Feelin’ better, sweetheart?”

“Mmmhm!” He is not allowing you time to respond properly, cock pumping into you at a pace you can’t predict.

His hand comes to grab your face, pushing your cheeks together in a pout. “Words. Use them.”

“Feels-” he watches as your eyes roll back, the pleasure he is allowing you leaving you mindless, “-good! Feels good. Thank you.”

That must make him happy, huffing with a toothy smile while he slams into your breathless form, clenching his coat on the floor to try resist the jostling until your cunt quivers around his cock, pulling him in while you cream on it. He huffs out a praise you can barely hear while your orgasm wracks through you. But he keeps you speared open until he’s ready to do what you asked — fill you up completely.

“You were bad but... I’ll give you what you want princess,” with rough hands on your hips he finally brings you balls deep down on his cock, releasing his cum to flood your trembling insides that only pulls it deeper into you.

His cum leaks out onto his coat below you but only a bit. He keeps you plugged with his cock for a bit, savoring the warmth as he rubs his beard into your shoulder.

“I don’t like punishing you sweetheart, I like this much better.”

“‘M sorry,” you caress over the scratches you gave him until you run your hands through his hair. You don’t want to be punished again either.

“Have you learned your lesson?” You mumble out a simple mmhm but he will let you withdraw from speaking for now since you are both tired. This is better than trying to survive on your own in the cold, you are sure of it.

“Good.”

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running-with-kn1ves · 3 years ago

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I saw a fanart of a male version of Lady Dimitrescu... So if possible do with this yandere version, please...

Never apologize!! There is no job to be done here; and if there was one, you would be doing it well :) All these asks are so interesting I really appreciate them! I apologize for the short hiatus-- got caught up. I’ll try my best to heed to all these requests!

All the characters will be genderbent/genderswapped (bc I felt like it made more sense) but it will mainly focus on our babe Dimitrescu!

TW: Blood/concept of death, slight wound description, possessive/ yandere behaviors

Alec: Alcina Dimitrescu

Daniel: Daniela

Castien: Cassandra

Beal: Bela

Father Michael: Mother Miranda

Salvatrice: Salvatore Moreau

Karla: Karl Heisenburg

Don: Donna Beneviento

The meeting

When you first entered his castle, you were a broken heap of blood and dirt.

Barely escaping from Heisenberg's lycans, you were on the brink of a heart attack from the fear and lack of oxygen from running. The historic building seemed dark and almost eerily abandoned; you prayed it wasn't full of even more ghoulish mutants.

No matter how hard you tried to push open the dark, looming doors, they didn't budge. Settling for a broken window, you slipped in, gaining a few more cuts from the shattered glass. The front doors should have been a big enough warning sign for you not to enter.

Reluctantly you shuffled around the dark space, trying to adjust your eyes to darkness. It appeared to be a lonesome room, with white sheets covering furniture and dust clobbering your throat.

From below you could hear a commotion. Loud metal clashes and the shouts from boys muffled against your frozen feet.

You stood in place, anxious to see if going down there was a good idea. A few giggly boys didn’t seem harmful, but you knew how deceiving looks could be-- considering tonight's encounter.

You had mistakenly decided to help a fallen villager, only to find out they were mutated; only left to be an animalistic unrecognizable thing. It alerted its friends, having no problem chasing you down.

The laughter and yelling from downstairs enticed you; not only that but the open bedroom door let in a flow of warm air, making your hairs stand on end. The warmth called your name, away from the open window.

Tip toeing out the room, you were met with a wide open hallway, leading to an even larger ground floor. The marble against your soles was surprisingly warmer than outside. Despite its chilled, firm feel, you couldn’t help but let your joints loosen at the warmer ground. After skittering around outside for the past several hours, losing your shoes due to the claws of a familiar lycan, you realized how numb your feet became.

Peering down at the floor from the railing, you hunched over, agape at the sight of three young men pulling chunks of meat away from one another. They jumped and tumbled, trying to pry bloodied masses into their mouths and away from each other. The eldest of the three seemed to notice you first; his disheveled face, covered in blood and a black tint alarmed you.

Seeing his eyes bare into yours with an animalistic hunger was terrifying. You tripped over yourself, trying to move backwards and escape back whence you came. Before your eyes he vanished in thin air, merely leaving a trace of swarming, black bugs coming after you. They moved at a quick speed, materializing back into the same pale, dead looking young man you saw moments ago. He grabbed your neck with heightened strength, dragging you down the stairs.

The other two siblings continued to wrestle on the floor, the redheaded one grabbing the last bit of wet meat and forcing it between his lips. As the elder grabbed you without remorse, his barren nails digging into your skin, the other two watched, gathering themselves up to squeal with excitement.

The three boys giggled and snickered, holding their sickles at the ready to dig in.

��Father,” The one previously gripping you let go of your neck, making your head fall harshly onto the carpet floor. “I found a rat lurking in our home.”

He laughed, awaiting his father’s approval. The man in question appeared in the corner of your eye, his form merely a white mass. Your vision blurred in and out as ringing blared into your ears.

Grunting, you tried your best to stand up, each cut and bruise hitting you harder. One of the siblings kicked you from behind, forcing you back on your knees.

“At this hour?” The man said, his deep, cold tone hinting at a mid-atlantic accent.

Cream colored pant legs entered your view, as sharp tan shoes were close to crunching your fingers.

Looking up, you couldn’t even determine the man’s face. He was so. Incredibly. Tall.

Bending down, the pale being gripped your chin, making you wince. Smoke filled your senses as he blew in your face, a cigarette holding limp in a long holder.

“Disgusting.”

With the movement of his lips you felt more smoke enter your lungs. Coughing, your sore legs grew weak. You didn’t want to be killed by these strange, demented people; they would most certainly make your death more painful compared to the weather.

As luck would have it, the sound of a telephone began to ring. The man scrutinized you, letting go of your face lightly. By the second ring, he lifted the phone, talking quietly to the person on the other line.

The siblings behind you held no mercy; the youngest grabbed hold of your wrist, pulling it towards his face to take a bite.

“No fair!” The other shouted, pulling your hair to rip your head backwards. He prepared to take a chomp out of you, but the slam onto the rotary dial stopped him.

“Boys,” The man started with frustration. “Don’t touch it. Father Michael demands that it remains in… pristine condition.”

The redhead dropped your wrist without hesitation.

“There will be no eating of this one tonight.”

Life with Lord Dimitrescu

Life with the Lord was… not easy to say the least. He was very temperamental. Despite being calm and level-headed in front of others, he tended to get angry quickly if things didn't go his way. Lord Alec tried to be the best in front of his sons, but it was not the easiest task to calm him down. Even in front of Castien, Daniel, and Beal, the vampiric man would raise his voice, accidentally breaking a glass in his hand or the edge of a table. You found it was the best decision to let him have his moment, and wait for him to realize what was done.

Father Michael, upon noticing your resilience against the lycans and other plagues against the town, decided to “take you under his wing.” In all honesty you were distraught. Stuck forever, with these… things? None of the other Lords much cared for your presence; Father Michael didn’t intend on making you special to him, despite his use of calling you his “child.” ‘My child’ this and ‘my child’ that, you were beyond prepared to rebel against the man. His changing features every now and then was unsettling; out of all the characters you had been forced to deal with, he was by far the most terrifying. Especially, considering Lord Dimitrescu was so willing to bow down to him.

Heisenburg, one of the Lords, was second to terrifying you. Her lack of restraint in discussing the ways she could ‘fix you up’ or get rid of you, made a shiver run down your spine. You had no doubt that she’d do it either.

Benievento and Moreau were not quite inviting either; they had no time nor care for your presence. To them you were just going to be another failed experiment. Despite Karla having a record for obtaining and experimenting on new subjects, Father Michael allowed Lord Alec to keep his reins on you, though he didn’t seem too happy about this.

“But father-”

“No Alec, I don’t want another word. This is final. Besides, I doubt this one will bring you much trouble at all.”

Lord Dimitrescu grunted and gave Father all the reasons he could, but the man would not budge. You felt helpless; in this kind of situation in theory, you would have gone up to them, and given them their own personal earful. But seeing everyone’s strength and power alone? No way. You were far too terrified to disobey any of them, even Don; He seemed harmless, but the insults he spat at you with his doll didn't seem so innocent.

While the four Lords were expecting you to change and grow from the cadou just like them, you in actuality hadn’t been affected by anything at all. Father Michael didn't infect you; at least, not that you were aware of. He never actively implanted the mold into you, and you hadn’t recorded any strange physical or mental behaviors. Everyone else besides Alec hadn’t noticed; hell, it had been years since they remembered first being affected, so it was easy to leave the details to Father. No one kept tabs besides Lord Dimitrescu-- considering you were staying in his home.

Living with the Lord and his sons was incredibly difficult. Their hunger for flesh and blood often left gruesome scenes in the castle, leaving you to pick them up. Despite it being years since maids had resided in the home, the four vampiric beings left messes for others to clean up.

The three siblings often joked that you were now their new maid, only here to please them. Thankfully they hadn’t pounced on you yet. The youngest, Daniel, was close to biting your arm off a few times due to his incredible hunger, but thankfully was stopped by Alec.

The way Father Michael lied so easily about your condition made you afraid. Fears like if the Lords found out, or what they’d do to you, were unwavering. You had done all they asked, being obedient and compliant, despite wanting to rip out their throats from the fate you were forced in.

Lord Alec had originally thrown a fuss about you staying in his castle, but the obvious lengthy and unused rooms of the home, provided a counter which thankfully kept him only scoffing. As the home was big, you never really came in contact with the man at first; he was mysterious and felt like an incredibly domineering force, no thanks to his height. You’d often find him in the library of the home, drinking what you knew wasn’t wine, and smoking. His cigarette holder was a common trademark; when you smelt that burning tobacco you knew he was somewhere nearby. It was almost a comforting presence, now that you knew he would be forced to protect you from the others. Though the lingering threat of a possible attack from him was always there.

Yandere Headcanons:

The older lord isn’t particularly obsessive.. More like possessive. He wants things he doesn’t have. A human pet, would be nice. But, he doesn’t see you that way. Alec won’t treat you as an equal at first; you’ll be lower than him. He acts as if most everyone is lower than him, besides Father Michael and his sons. It isn’t even pure ego; it’s just his fellow Lords’ lack of refinement which leads them to be less than.

But even despite having love for those he respects, he doesn’t truly feel connected. The lord has been in that castle for a dearly long time; seeing the same few faces. The company of his sons will convince himself that’s all he needs; until he meets you.

You’re quiet due to the fear of death lingering over you. Father Michael announced privately that you are merely a test subject, to see if Alec is truly loyal to Father Michael's cause. This fact terrifies you. If the Lord were to ever find out, you most certainly knew he would do more than break a few glasses. So, you never let him catch on. With the oblivious help of the young cadou infected boys that always seemed to be swarming you, you believed you had fooled Lord Dimitrescu into having less doubts on your cadou progression.

Even though the lord is particularly vain himself, he doesn’t mind outsiders’ looks. Of course he has a judgemental personality, and won’t hesitate to comment on what's wrong or needs to be fixed, but overall he doesn’t particularly worry. Which is why it touched him so that you offered to spend your time nearby. It wasn’t much really; just reading along with him in the large, dusty room known as the library. The stench of tobacco was slightly calming, as a dim fireplace lit up with burnt wood.

His sons loved him, but they were adventurous. They desired movement and freedom and death. Which is why having the company of another person in the room along with him was strange. Almost uncomfortable. As he listened to your intelligent ideas on any topic he dared throw at you, he began to have more respect for you.

Getting him to turn into the yandere stereotype isn’t particularly easy; he’s used to being affectionate and kind with his sons, but not with someone so new. Someone so intruding. The Lord will reject such feelings at first, taking it out on you. Even if it was just regular old love, he’d reject those feelings as well. Possessiveness and a lovesick mentality takes it up a notch.

As a young lad before meeting Father Michael, he fantasized about love; had a select few spouses up to his standards, but never truly felt something like this. This was possession. He knew what it was, and he knew such feelings were wrong and out of place.

The Lord couldn’t help but feel it; every time you walked past him, the way you crouched, trying to clean up the boys’ messes. You’d be the perfect person to parent them with. He had been needing a second in command to handle these boys. And you were perfect; the way you’d care for them, without making any of them feel left out. The way you’d appear in the early hours of the morning, unable to stand the freezing cold. It was so domestic, so foreign yet desirable.

He’d watch you when you weren’t looking; too busy cleaning up after the triplets. He’d stare and it was almost enough to quench his appetite. The desire to consume you was unrelenting. A part of Alec wanted to keep you to himself, as a good little stay at home stray, both having a home in his castle while simultaneously noting how you didn’t belong. And another part of him wanted to eat you entirely; despite the supposed work of the cadou, he still felt a deep pit in his gut that screamed out, wanting to claw tooth and nail in your insides. The lord couldn’t help the ravenous side which had engulfed him for decades.

It started out small; almost subconscious really. He didn’t know why specifically, but Dimitrescu didn’t want you to leave. Death was a common occurrence in the surrounding village and in his home. The desire first made it so you couldn’t step out beyond the village. Then the four Lord’s territories. And soon only the castle. Even with the bounds of you just at the castle, his fears weren’t forgotten. Heisenburg’s lycans wouldn’t hesitate to come near, especially the newly mutated ones who didn’t care for boundaries. The possibility of you, such a fragile little thing still transforming, was more delicate than his sons. At least they could handle themselves.

You hesitantly complied with these new rules, assuming the orders were from Father Michael, who had a new plan in store. You knew it wouldn’t end well but it was better to be dead later than sooner.

Now, Lord Dimitrescu’s possession had gotten nowhere bad quite yet. The only times he’d use threats were during a clear violation of Father’s orders, which hardly ever happened. But it only took the tiniest of contact to kickstart his neurotic behaviors.

It wasn’t even on purpose really; you enjoyed your time in the library. There just so happened to be a pile of books next to the Lord’s chair, which were unavoidable. Your tripping options were to either fall into the lit fireplace, or on top of him. You would have genuinely chosen the fireplace but your feet had other ideas in mind. He caught you with surprise, the quickest and lightest grip on your shoulders and back. He smelled like tobacco and cotton, and you noticed the large cigarette stuck on a holder, burning a hole in the table.

“Lord Dimitres-”

“Be more careful next time.”

His tone was firm, but the Lord’s eyes were not as deceiving. He didn’t seem to understand your plea on the ruined wood, or didn’t care.

“Heaven knows what would happen if you fell this close again.”

He scolded you like you were a child; you couldn’t determine if he meant getting close to him, or the fireplace. Either way, the unwavering eye contact you held with him was broken as one of the boys ran into the room, whining about one of the others. And just like that, Alec snapped back to reality and firmly planted you back up away from him,and away from any idea of promiscuity.

His son’s had suspected something was going on; the way you lingered a bit longer around the Lord and the way he looked at you was more than enough of a sign. Being perceptive, the young lads pushed you closer to the Lord; though they didn’t realize the disaster that would come of it.

Even that tiniest fraction of an accident, drove Alec wild. He didn’t know what it was; why he couldn't stop thinking about it. You were just a mere cog in the machine; a tiny experiment that had no role in the bigger plans of Father Michael. So why was he getting so worked up? Soon he couldn’t stop himself. What used to be lingering touches when exchanging teacups now became nightly rendezvous. It started off simple: he had the intention of discussing Father’s role for you, but it became something much more. The way your nightclothes slid, and his tie came undone after a day’s work; it was all too much.

He didn’t even initiate the first move. You leaned in closer to hear his tired, stone voice; only to realize that it was a bit too close. Caught up in the moment, you couldn’t help but stare, and gently press your lips against his. He didn’t move; neither giving back your movements or taking himself away. He could only stare in shock.

Lord Dimitrescu isn’t promiscuous; sure a bit of flirting here and there to get what he desires, but never a scandalous meeting like this. And one without Father Michael’s permission! What would he think, seeing you two together? A million thoughts raced in his head but the one that drowned the rest of them out, was to act on what he wanted. Father Michael wasn’t here, he couldn’t do anything. He wouldn’t know.

Everything moved so fast; the door that was slightly ajar didn’t matter anymore, the anxiety surrounding it and the idea of the boys walking in not being important. You were hesitant to move away, afraid of what would surely be the consequences of your actions. You’d be killed, maimed, or worse: be kept alive. But thankfully, the lord didn’t have any ideas of your fate that far ahead, only of this moment. Cupping the sides of your face, he brought it in closer, forcing you to make contact once again.

It wasn’t hard, but it was commanding and gentle. He guided you the way he wanted, wrapping a hand to sit against the dip of your back. Before you knew it, the heat of the fireplace was growing closer, and a different, harder surface was underneath you. The vampiric man had lifted you out of the chair next to him, and into his lap. You looked around frantically, feeling disorganized and rushed. It was just a simple chaste kiss, right? No. The lord had a much hungrier idea in mind.

You joined back in kissing him, but felt as if you weren’t up to speed. He gripped your chin firmly, drawing it in. Your hands were planted onto his chest for support, and for a sense of guidance. Alec pulled away, in less of an out of breath state compared to your disheveled self. He had decades to fantasize about this moment.

Pulling open a side table drawer, the Lord brought out a long letter opener. It looked heavy, with an embroidered tip and a sharp blade.

Without saying a word, the man brought the blade to prick your thumb. Blood easily filled the small wound; The Lord didn’t immediately take in your blood, instead waiting for it to drip down your arm.

You didn’t speak, afraid of what might happen if you voiced an opinion while he was so intense. Lord Alec’s gaze was deep, focusing on the blood as it ran down your palm. He ran his tongue up and down your skin, savoring the tiny taste which only barely satisfied his craving. He would need to feed again soon to make sure not to pounce on you.

Gripping one of his dark suspenders, you couldn’t help but wince as he bit down lightly on your finger. He hit your hand again with the letter opener, lighter but more firm this time to let a small, long cut down your palm. The Lord’s eyes fluttered shut, and you felt the wetness of his tongue trace every crevice of the lines on your hand.

“You don’t taste infected…” He said with a softer voice than you’d ever heard before.

You appealed to the Lord’s mysterious and flirtatious whims, without realizing how your life could be in even worse danger. This short bit of sexual tension brought a world of chaos along with it.

At first he didn’t ask for you often; most of the time he really just treated you like normal, trying to deny that special moment only nights ago. You never brought it up; too embarrassed and fearful of what would happen. It seemed to only be a one time mistake until the Lord asked for your presence in his room again another night. The way he said it out in the open, appeared only as business. Even in front of his sons, it was almost normal. The white suit he wore everyday didn’t seem so innocently business casual anymore.

Night after night, the meetings appeared almost normal, until similar scenarios began to occur. You didn’t initiate anything of the sort again, and Lord Dimitrescu seemed to grow impatient at that. Each time, he’d find himself making the first move again, whether it be brushing hair out of your eyes or gripping your hand behind your back and kissing you quickly. It was all such a thrill; but you couldn’t help but feel like livestock. He never missed a beat, taking your blood as quickly as the perfectionist in him would allow.

This only furthered Lord Alec’s possession; now that you were in his grasp, you seemed even feebler than before. Your reaction to the mold was going slower than expected. Perhaps Michael didn’t do the process correctly? Either way, you were too similar to a human to be let out. Now, he had an attachment to you.

His sons’ own growing fondness of you was both pleasing and annoying to the Lord; he wanted your kind attention on him, but he also desired a good spouse that would be willing to help handle his children. Your leaving of the Dimitrescu manor was impossible now; you weren’t just some outsider, you were a part of the family. You had made your place and Alec wouldn’t let you forget that.

If push came to shove, the Lord would abandon his goals of supporting Father Michael in order to keep you alive. He was always hesitant on the man’s motives, but even more so as to your lack of cadou progression, and this sudden fixation Father had on Ethan Winters.

“I don’t care what Father Michael does. That man clearly has other motives in mind-- you’re my top priority. You will do as I say.”

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ratcig · 4 years ago

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Oh! Is it possible to ask for yandere headcanons of Heisenberg kidnapping a foreign female darling (doing her masters abroad), please? Thank you for considering!

Of course!!!

- while getting your masters abroad, for the purpose of research for their masters thesis, leading them to an small town in Romania,

-you and some others from your university boarded in an nearby house, spending your days an a temporary research lab. For an study funded by the umbrella corporation. (is this what people with masters thesis do? I just started college so i dont know).

-somehow heisenberg got loosely involved within the study, inquiring about results, offering resources. and making conversation with your professor. He soon took over the study, due to it being useful in his quest to take over mother Miranda. essentially holding you and your research team hostage to resarch mother Miranda’s powers and weaknesses.

-You where ordered to deliver lab reports to the factory. You where shaking with both fear and cold when you pressed the buzzer. The door immediately ripping not long afterwards. Was he waiting by the door for your arrival?

-he took the heavy stack of files you offered him "the lab reports you asked for sir" he thumbed through the papers, checking them. "Is there anything else you need sir" you asked with your best retail voice. "Everything's here" he muttered to himself. "I will bring more files as they are created, thank you sir" you turned away "where the fuck yer going" you froze "so-so sorry sir" your voice cracked with fear. "I need you for something" he gestured for you to come in. You hesitated, fearful of his possible intentions. "Come on, come on" he said, walking into the pitch black room. You rushed after him to prevent angering him further.

- he led you through the factory, stopping in front of an closed door. He pulled out an crowded keyring, unlocking the door. You where surprised to see that the room wasn't an blood soaked laboratory, but an inhabited room with heating and traces of life. Karl gestured to the fireplace "feel free to warm yourself up" his voice low and husky. He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, his button down to tight to pull up beyond his forearm. He walked till behind you "Here... Lemme take your coat buttercup" you could feel his body's vibration from talking on your back.

-the sudden feeling of his warm calloused hands made you jump, he pulled you coat off and tossed it onto the rack. Not budging from his spot behind you. His hot humid breath on the cold skin of your neck, exposed and defenseless to him. He suddenly leaned into you, his neck and chin scratchy, his skin warm,His nose buried in you hair. He deeply and slowly inhaled your scent. His chapped lips landed on your neck. You quicky jerked away in shock. "It's been so long, I loose control sometimes" his grin audible In his voice. "Sorry babydoll, you make me loose control sometimes".

-you sat down at the fire, staring at the floor with your cheeks flushed. Untill Karl sat next to you, with two drinks.

-grossed out by the taste, you quickly gulped it down. Cringing at the burn it left going down. "How is it" he chuckled slightly at your reaction "strong" you said before going into an coughing fit. "sorry baby".

-for what felt like an enternity he talked, at one point you stopped listening due to your increasing fatigue. Your head blurry and thoughts slow. At some point he seemed to be talking to you, you nodded along to whatever he was saying. He held his palm out, offering his cigar. But due to your state that gesture confused you. He chuckled ,"fuck, I might've given you to much baby" he pulled you onto his lap, leaving sloppy kisses on your temple. Which you barley felt due to the drugs he slipped you. He took an long drag of his cigar, and put his lips onto yours. Blowing the smoke into your mouth. You coughed.

-"let's get you to bed" he swept you up into his arms and carried you off to some room buried deep in the winding halls of his factory. Pulling off the top layers of your clothes. Leaving you in an tank top and underwear. He slipped his large warm hands under your shirt, whistling in appreciation at the soft skin he felt. "Your beautiful baby, but I gotta let you get some rest" unclipping your bra and pulling it down.

-the doorbell rang, "god fucking dammit" he stormed over to the door. "The fuck you want" he growled towards the visitor, as they looked up in fear. "Here's what you asked for sir" one of your lab partner's meekly held up an box of your clothes. Looking guilty for their role in your abduction.

-your classmate, Shawn , who you had developed some sort of friendship with ,was the only one to break the silence. "Are we just going to let this happen" "shut the fuck up Shawn, your going to get us killed" "we can't just leave her". The speaker outside his factory fuzzed to life "Get the fuck off my property before I send the lycans". Finally managing to scare them all off. He returned to your side. Grabbing your small hand from under the covers. Using his powers , small bits of metal rose from the ground and gathered around your ring finger. Forming an rough engagement ring tight around your finger. He brought you hand to his lips,and kissed the rough metal. Muttering to himself "Frau Heisenberg" he smiled "my wife"

(I hope that you enjoy this, sorry if it's bad or cringey. To anyone who reads this feel free to send in suggestions for other topics. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated!!! Love you all❤️❤️)

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theanonymousfoxsimp · 3 years ago

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

However,No angst

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barefoot-joker · 4 years ago

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Yandere!Heisenberg X Reader

Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Violence, Kidnapping, Sexual Conduct, Body Horror(?) and Foul Language

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Hey, guys! I know I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been very busy but now I’m back with a Yandere Karl Heisenberg one shot! I wanted to try and write for Heisenberg for a while now and I finally got a finished product. I do apologize if he’s out of character as this is my first time writing for him but I hope you guys enjoy nonetheless!

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A shiver ran down my spine as a gust of cool wind blew a light powder of snow at me.

My hands tightened around my crutches as I tried not to slip on the uneven ground and multiple rocks that were littered every so often.

I grit my teeth so they wouldn’t chatter as much due to the chilly weather.

Come on, Y/n. You’re almost there.

I pushed myself to continue along the bridge even as my body begged me to take a break. This whole trip had been grueling but I knew good waited for me at the end. That’s it. Keep going!

Mentally chanting in my head brought me to my destination faster, a small smile coming to my face. However, that smile didn’t last long as it was soon replaced by a gulp.

Behind the barbed wire fence loomed the intimidating Heisenberg factory, the only residents being lycans, the mutilated bodies of corpses mixed with metal, and the Lord himself. Being a member of the village, I have heard many stories of the man who had the power to control metal, most of them not pleasant. Among the villagers he was known for his temper, my parents often warning me to be wary when bringing our family’s offering to the gates. Even now as I stood before the very barricade I have visited so often I couldn’t help the fear that crawled around in my stomach, my nerves getting to me. Everything is going to be fine. Father already spoke to Lord Heisenberg. All you need to do is get this taken care of.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

My head shot up at the sound of a male voice. Behind the gate stood the Lord himself, a cigar in one hand and his hammer leaning over his shoulder with his other hand resting on the handle. Quickly I attempted to curtsey, but with my crutches it was difficult. “L-lord Heisenberg.”

I stood back up as he shifted the cigar to his lips, a puff of smoke emerging into the frigid air. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“O-oh! My apologies. My father spoke to you the other day about making a metal prosthetic.”

Another puff of smoke left his mouth but this time his lips curled into a slight smirk. “Ah, yes. You must be Y/n then.”

“Yes, sir.”

Nodding, he tossed the cigar to the ground and stomped on it with his foot to put out the light. I gulped. “Follow me.”

He lifted his hand and gestured his fingers to the side, the gate opening slowly. I took this as my chance to go inside, the gate slamming closed behind me. I jumped and looked back to see the doors rattling from the force. “Come on. I haven’t got all fucking day.”

“O-of course, Lord Heisenberg.”

Silently I followed after him into the factory. The sounds of gears clicking and machines thunking filled the air.

The smell of grease, oil and rust filled my nostrils.

Although the lighting was kind of dim in the walkways, I was still able to see everything as we passed by.

Soon we arrived at what I assumed was his main work area due to all the workbenches and tools scattered about. “Take a seat over there.”

He gestured to one of the many tables in the room, this one being the cleanest. I made my way over only to look at it. The table was quite high and with my crutches I wouldn’t be able to lift myself up. After setting his hammer down, Heisenberg came back over to see me still standing there. “Well aren’t you going to get up there?”

“I don’t think I can get up there, my lord.”

He sighed. “Come ‘ere then.”

He set a few tools down on the table before coming over to me. Grabbing my crutches, he leaned me into him to balance me, my cheeks flushing slightly at being so close. He set the crutches to the side before wrapping his hands around my waist, gently setting me on the tabletop. A small shudder graced my body as his fingers gently slid away, the feeling like they were still there giving me goosebumps. Raising his arm, Heisenberg sent a chair flying towards him, the top landing in his hand. Setting it on the ground, he flourished his coat outwards as he took a seat in front of me. “Would you mind lifting your skirt there, sweetheart. I need to see what I’m working with.”

I nodded. While it was embarrassing I knew I had to. Grabbing the fabric around my thighs, I scrunched it up in my fists to allow easier access. Upon seeing my legs I squeezed my eyes shut. My left leg looked relatively normal, save for the few deep claw marks that were still healing. My right leg on the other hand had not fared as well. All that was left was the upper part of the limb, everything below the thigh was gone. Heisenberg gently grabbed my deformed leg and inspected it, a frown coming to his face as he noticed the dirty cloth wrapped around the end. “May I?”

“Y-yes.”

He gave a curt nod and slowly untied the rag from my leg. The cloth was the only thing my family had to try and stop infection from coming in. Surprisingly it worked. As he looked over my leg Heisenberg mumbled to himself, his brow twitching every so often. “D-do you think you can fix it, my lord?”

“It’ll take me a few weeks to get something put together but yes. It can be fixed.”

Oh thank god.

“I just have to take some measurements to make sure your prosthetic will fit correctly. Hold still.”

Picking up the tape measure from the tabletop, he put it up to my left leg and began writing things down in a notebook. Every once in a while he would compare measurements to my right leg. The two of us sat in silence except for the background noise of machinery and the occasional mumble from him. “So, what exactly happened?”

I lightly shook my head. I had spaced out. “Hmm?”

Heisenberg rolled his eyes as he took off his glasses, his grey eyes narrowing. “Your leg. What the fuck happened?”

“Oh. I-uh, I, I was being careless with an axe and accidentally chopped my leg off.”

The lord stopped his movements and stared up at me through his brow. I gulped. His eyes seemed to stare deep into my soul. “I can tell you’re lying, Y/n. Now I won’t ask again. What. Happened?”

I sighed and twiddled my thumbs. It was still a sore subject for me to talk about, the events still fresh in my mind. “Okay, you got me. It’s just my family doesn’t like to discuss what happened.”

“And why not?”

I paused. Do I tell the truth or the lie my father forced me to say every time someone asked?

I glanced up at Heisenberg. His focus was completely on me. Truth it is.

“Because it would shame my brother.”

“How?”

“M-my brother was supposed to protect us,” I took in a sharp inhale of air, “he was supposed to keep us s-safe!” I could feel tears well up in my eyes, the events flashing before my eyes. “What happened, Y/n?”

I attempted to bite back my tears but I could feel them slipping. I really didn’t want to tell him but I figured he wouldn’t continue until I did. “M-my parents were out for the night in the next town over. My big brother was put in charge, l-like he always is. He was to make sure my younger siblings and I stayed safe. As soon as my parents left, his secret lover climbed through the back window and they went to his room for some alone time. I stayed in the main room to watch my little brother and sister. Suddenly we heard screaming in the village. I looked out the window to see my fellow neighbors being attacked by lycans. I rushed my younger siblings into one of our cabinets and told them to remain quiet. As soon as I shut the door on them, the front door was ripped off its hinges and in strode a lycan. I screamed for my big brother to come but he never did. T-the lycan charged at me and knocked me to the floor and began gnawing on my leg. When the creature pushed me down it also knocked my father’s shotgun off the kitchen table. I had never used a gun b-before but I had seen my father and brothers work it many times. I hit the thing over the head and crawled back before firing. The next thing I know the lycan is on the ground dead, the gun was on the floor, and my younger siblings are grabbing at my shoulders. They were crying and were terrified. My older brother and his girl came out of his room to see the display before them, her screaming and running off while my brother could only stare me down. I knew I would have to have my leg cut off so infection and the lycan’s DNA wouldn’t set in but I didn’t realize I’d have to do it myself. I had my little brother grab my father’s hunting knife before sending them away with my older brother. Then I started to hack away. The last thing I remember before I passed out was my parents rushing to my side. After the local doctor patched my wounds to the best of his ability, my parents decided to keep the event hush-hush. If we were asked about what happened my siblings and I were to reply that while I was chopping firewood I cut into my leg and my older brother saved me.”

“That’s a load of bullshit! Are your parents aware that your brother was fucking his side bitch while you were saving your family’s ass?”

“Yes. That’s why they came up with the lie. My brother is due to inherit the household and family business after he marries his fiancee. If word got out that he was having an affair and that he didn’t protect his family, our household would be shamed. Nobody would want to deal with us ever again.”

“Perhaps that’s the right thing to do. If it shows how much of a coward your brother is-”

“I couldn’t do that to him! Besides, if I ruin my family’s name then my betrothed wouldn’t come.”

Heisenberg froze. “Betrothed?”

I nodded. “That’s why my father has asked for your assistance. He wants me to be walking normally by the time my betrothed comes to the village. Almost like nothing happened.”

He growled. “So he’s not doing it for your benefit, but for his.”

“I know it sounds harsh but it’s for the best. After all, this is what I was born to do: be married and prepare my children for their futures.”

Heisenberg grumbled something that I didn’t understand before he grabbed the tape measure again and continued where he left off. The silence between us felt tense, almost as if he was holding back his true feelings.

After twenty minutes, he slammed the tape measure shut. “There. All done. I should be able to have it done in two weeks time. Will that be sufficient enough?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Good.”

Standing up, Heisenberg grabbed and lifted me from the table before handing my crutches back. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you, my lord. You’re doing my family a great service.”

He smirked as he slid his golden rimmed glasses back on. “Consider this a favor.”

I grinned before quickly giving him a big hug. I could feel his muscles tense beneath me. And just to show how extra grateful I was, I gave him a light kiss to his cheek before pulling away. His expression was hard to read as I looked at him. Dread filled me as he quickly turned away. Did I do something to upset him? Please tell me I didn’t do something wrong.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back to the front. Don’t need you getting lost.” he said in a gentle tone. Okay. Nothing to worry about.

The silence resumed between the two of us as I followed him back to the gate, my head full of worried thoughts. “Here we are.”

I snapped out of my thoughts to see we were in fact at the main entryway. The wind had picked up while we were inside so more snow began to dance in the air. I shivered as the white powder stuck to my clothes and hair. “Well I best be off. Thank you once again, Lord Heisenberg.”

“Take care, Y/n.”

I nodded with a smile before turning to walk out of the gate, the lord opening it with his powers. “Oh and, Y/n.”

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Just call me Karl.”

“Of course...Karl.”

He tipped his hat in acknowledgement. “I’ll send your family a message when I have your prosthetic ready for fitting.”

“Thank you. Goodbye now, Karl.”

“Goodbye, Y/n.”

I thought I heard hesitance in his voice to call me by my name, however I rode it off and made my way down the hill back home.

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The next two weeks were very stressful for my family. My betrothed had sent word that he would be coming to the village in the next week. My parents were frantically trying to piece plans together, such as where he would sleep when he arrived. My father was the most antsy, always pacing back and forth and yelling at us for little hiccups. I knew he was mainly waiting for my prosthetic to be done. I had to be absolutely perfect after all.

A few days before my betrothed was to arrive a neighbor reported that Lord Heisenberg was done with my prosthetic. My father sent me alone as the rest of the family was preparing. Just as I was starting for the factory, I ran into a familiar wagon. “Ah, Miss L/n! What a lovely surprise.”

“Hello, Duke! How are you doing today?”

“Very well, thank you. Where are you headed off to? Don’t you have a suitor to prepare for?”

“Lord Heisenberg has finished my prosthetic. I was headed up to his factory to have it fitted.”

“Care for a lift? I’m headed that way.”

“That would be great! It would definitely save me the hassle.”

“Hop in.”

The back door to his cart creaked open and I made my way inside. As soon as I sat down the door shut and the wagon creaked forward, my journey beginning. “So are you excited to finally meet your soon to be husband, Miss L/n?”

“Yes and no. I’m more so nervous. I mean, what if we hate each other? It’s not like I can just reject his proposal, my whole family is counting on me.”

“And what if he loved you? Would you be happy?”

I didn’t answer him right away. I had never asked myself that, mainly focusing more on the negatives. What if (F/n) really did love me? Would I be happy, truly happy?

“Miss L/n?”

“I, I-I'm not sure.”

“All relationships take time I suppose.”

I quirked a brow. “What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll learn in due time, my dear.”

The rest of the trip the Duke and I talked about his wares and places he was going. It was all so exciting to hear that time passed quickly and soon we were at the factory. “Here we are, Miss L/n.”

“Thank you, Duke. I should have a few Lei in my pocket-”

“No need. You’re a valued customer! Save your Lei for something you’ll actually want or need.”

“Oh, okay. Well thanks again, Duke. I really do appreciate it!”

“You’re very welcome, Miss L/n. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon. Take care now.”

“Will do. Bye, Duke!”

“Farewell, Miss L/n!”

I waved goodbye as his cart pulled away, him waving back before he disappeared over the hill. As soon as he was out of sight, I made way towards the gates, Heisenberg already waiting for me. “Y/n, glad to see you made it.”

“Of course, Karl. I wouldn’t miss this for the world!”

He chuckled as he gave a smirk. “Well come on then. We wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.”

The two of us headed inside the factory and as soon as we did I was struck by surprise. The place had been cleaned up compared to the last time I was there, not a scrap out of place. As we walked I even noted that the lights seemed to be a bit brighter. Deep down something warned me to run, that something wasn’t right. However, I kept walking behind Karl as I knew I had to get this task done. We eventually ended up in the same workshop room that I had been in before. “Need help getting on the table again, darling?”

“Yes, please.”

He gave me a sharp nod. Leaning my body into him, he set my crutches off to the side and lifted me up onto the workbench. Just like last time his fingers lingered on my waist but this time I felt his thumbs rubbing against the fabric of my dress. A chill ran up my spine as gloved hands slid down my legs and grabbed the edge of my skirt, bringing it up just enough so he could see my disfigured limb. Moving his right hand to the side, something large came flying into his hand. I realized it was my prosthetic. Heisenberg looked at me over the top of his glasses, his eyes shining in the light. “May I?”

I nodded. Pushing his glasses up, Karl gently attached the metal limb by wrapping the leather straps around my thigh. He tightened the straps till the prosthetic fit nice and snug before pulling away. “Care to take it for a spin?”, he said as he held out his hand for me to take.

“I’d love to!”

Grasping his hand, I slid off the table and landed feet first on the floor. I wobbled a bit as I took my first few steps like a newborn, but happiness filled my body still. I didn’t even realize Heisenberg had let go of my hand until I twirled towards him, a big smile creeping on my face. “Look at me, Karl! I’m doing it! I-I’m walking!”

He chuckled. “You are. Now is it comfortable? Nothing digging into your flesh?”

“Nope! It’s perfect! Thank you so much, Karl!”

I ran up and gave him a big hug. His muscles didn’t tense this time as he wrapped his arms around me. Just as I was about to pull away, I felt his arms wrap tighter and I could have sworn that he leaned down to sniff my hair. I grew uncomfortable when one of his hands came up and started to push my head towards his. I knew where this was headed so I quickly pushed him away, my gut twisting in fear. He growled and the shadows around his face darkened. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that? Being right there in front of your legs. I was so tempted just to take you, but I promised myself to be a good boy.”

My eyes widened and my uncomfortableness grew. I had to get out of here and fast. “I’m sorry, Karl. I, I should be going. My father is probably w-wondering what’s keeping m-me.”

I moved to grab my crutches just in case I needed them, Heisenberg latching onto my wrist. I gasped and looked up at him. Even though he had his glasses on I could feel his intense stare. Just as I thought he was going to lash out, he moved his grip to my hand and pulled it towards his lips. A small kiss landed on my knuckles before he said, “I’ll let you go. For now. But don’t think this is over, Y/n.”

As soon as his grip loosened, I tugged my arm away and quickly grabbed my crutches. With those in hand I rushed out the door, not even bothering looking back. I just wanted to get out of there as I felt his eyes digging into my back, my gut wrenching and my heart rushing.

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The day my betrothed was to arrive came so soon; my whole family was on their toes. I was especially nervous since this was the first time I’d actually be meeting my soon to be husband. My father had made arrangements with another family on one of his business trips and didn’t bother to tell me I’d be getting married in a few months until recently. I thought about my life and how I was about to be given away to a man I had never met as my mother got me dressed. My father had picked out a white dress with a pink and blue floral design all over the garment. Great way to sell the idea of me as a blushing bride.

As my mother attached a simple silver necklace around my throat, I heard her sniffle. Slowly turning, I saw tears in her eyes. “Momma, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, dear.”

“It’s obviously not nothing if you’re crying.”

“I’m just sad to see my baby go. I’m going to miss you so much, sweetheart!”

She wrapped her arms around me in a bear hug, her emotions getting the better of her as she sobbed. I could feel her pain as I knew in a few hours I would be whisked away from the village I grew up in to a new place entirely. How was I supposed to be happy when I basically had to hit the restart button on my life? Just as my brow furrowed, a knock brought me out of my deep thoughts. I looked over to see my father in the doorway, dressed in one of his best suits. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, no. Of course not,” my mother replied as she pulled away and dried her eyes, “I’m just being emotional is all.”

“I see. May I talk with Y/n alone for a minute?”

“Of course, dear.”

My mother quickly gave me a peck to the cheek before walking out of the room. My father watched her leave and as soon as she was out of sight he turned back to me. “You look stunning, honey. (F/n) is going to be so lucky.”

I turned my back on him and looked at myself in the mirror, my fingers on my right hand coming up to play with the silver chain around my neck. I heard his footsteps come up behind me before I felt his hands on my shoulders. I looked into the glass to meet my father’s gaze. “Y/n, promise me that you’ll be a good wife. Your mother and I raised you to be the perfect bride. All you have to do is step up to the role. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course, father.”

“Good.”

He lightly kissed the top of my head before he walked out of the room. I continued to stare at myself in the mirror, my hands becoming fists. Make him proud, Y/n. That’s your only job. Make him proud.

Slowly my eyes had made their way down to the hem of my dress, my prosthetic hiding under the long skirt. My thoughts drifted to Heisenberg and our last encounter. I didn’t understand why he acted the way he did. He knew I was getting married, whether I wanted it or not. So why try and make a move?

BOOM!

I fell forward as the house shook. Grabbing onto the wall, I quickly spun around as I heard my family screaming, hissing, and mechanical whirring. Moving as fast as possible towards the main room, my eyes widened at what I saw. Lycans and soldats filled the house, weapons aimed at my frightened family. Karl stood in the middle of the chaos, his hammer resting on his shoulder. “Lord Heisenberg, what is the meaning of this?!”

“I don’t mean to cause any trouble. I’m merely here for my end of the favor.”

“If it's money that you require I’m afraid we don’t have much. B-but as soon as Y/n is married-”

“I don’t want your fucking money.”

“Then what do you want?”, my mother asked as she huddled close to my father.

The older man set his hammer down before looking back at my parents. “Merely your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

I gasped. All eyes swiveled to me and Karl held a smirk. “Well there you are, sweetheart! Was wondering where you were. Why don’t you come and join the conversation.”

He raised his hand and made a tugging motion, a yelp coming from my throat as I was sent flying towards him. I landed in his arms, one of them quick to wrap around my shoulders in a vice grip. I tried to squirm my way out of it but stopped when he applied more pressure. “There we go. Now the family’s all together.”

He let out a chuckle and struck a cigar, letting out a puff of smoke into my father’s face. He coughed and sputtered before returning to a frightened yet serious face. “I’m sorry, my lord. But Y/n has already been promised to another suitor. We were waiting for him to arrive before you came!”

“Oh he won’t be coming.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Let’s just say he was meant for the army rather than a relationship.”

My eyes widened and as I looked at all the soldats I couldn’t help but shudder. My father’s face went pale as my mother gasped. “Now, since I don’t see any other men in my way I can finally take what’s mine.”

Stomping on his cigar, the arm around my shoulders wrapped around my waist as Karl began to drag me away. My family began yelling at him, screaming to give me back as I kicked my legs and clawed at his arm. Just as we reached the door I landed my elbow into his ribs, causing him to let me go as he let out an oof. I ran towards my family’s embrace and looked back at Karl, a scowl set into his features. “I always liked your fight, Y/n. However, now I don’t really appreciate it!”

“What do you mean by that? We barely even know each other for god’s sake!”

“Maybe on your end, dearest. However, I’ve been watching you for such a long time now that I can tell what you’re thinking.”

My brows furrowed. “W-what?”

“Oh come on. You never felt my eyes on you when you always delivered your family’s offerings? Besides you don’t think those lycans just attacked randomly did you?”

I froze. Oh my god. He didn’t mean...

“Yes. I sent the lycan to attack your home. I merely meant to frighten your family into offering you to me but he got a bit carried away, and you know what happened then. At first I thought the plan was fucked but then when your father came to me, everything just fell into place.”

“Y-you did this to m-me?”

“Tragic accident. But don’t worry I’ll make it up to you, darling.”

He took a step towards us and my father stepped in front of us. “You won’t be going anywhere with our daughter. If I knew you would do this I would have never asked for a favor!”

“What’s happened has happened. You just have to learn to fucking deal with it. I learned that a long time ago. Now I’ve been a very patient man with you all, but I won’t be for long. So if you excuse me I’ll be taking what is due!”

Heisenberg swung his arm towards him and I felt my body follow. My family anticipated this though and grabbed a hold of my arms and pulled back, the opposing forces making me grit my teeth in pain. Karl growled and motioned his other hand at his minions before giving one final tug. My family screamed my name as I flew into the lord’s arms and soon I was hoisted over his shoulder, their screams becoming more pained. Quickly lifting my head, I saw the soldats and lycans going in for the kill, my own screams ripping from my throat. I began to pound my fists into Karl’s back and kick my legs as he continued to walk off, grabbing his hammer and swinging it over his other shoulder. My family’s cries echoed into my ears as I was carried off into the night, my own tears streaming down my face as I realized my fate was sealed. I wasn’t getting out of this, not now, not ever.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you. I owe you that favor after being so kind to me.”

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homosexuality-at-its-finest · 4 years ago

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Dating Ethan Winters HC's

Plot: The title :3

Warnings: trauma, nsfw is mentioned, maybe slightly Yandere Ethan?

· Okay so I feel like you guys got together after the Baker house, Mia and Ethan just decided that after 3 years it’d be better to get a divorce.

· He wasn’t sure about dating at first, with all of his trauma and baggage

· You worked with Chris and you two just had an immediate connection

· He was happy that he had someone who he could actually talk to about all the horrible shit he went through

· He definitely is hesitant at first, not wanting to somehow drag you into all of this

· You just remind him that you’re already involved and you’re in this for good and bad

· Go slow with him, he’s traumatized by the Baker house, and he needs a lot of extra care and love

· He needs a lot of physical reassurances; he’s almost always touching you in some way. He likes holding your hand or leaning against you.

· When you guys sleep, he’s absolutely the little spoon, there’s something about being held against your chest that makes him feel safe and secure.

· You’re a big part of his recovery, always being there to support him and love him.

· You end up moving in pretty fast, after about 6 months of dating he asks you to move in. You already basically live there, sleeping over every night and many of your personal items strewn about.

· You guys have to get moved around a few times by Chris to assure your safety, but eventually you get a permanent home. (The same one in the beginning of the game.)

· Ethan loves running his fingers through your hair, it helps him calm down after a nightmare or when he has a flashback.

· He has a few different kisses, ones of happiness, he presses them all over your face while muttering praises. Ones after nightmares where he presses kisses against your skin to remind himself that you’re real, he prefers when you kiss him after a nightmare though. Then there’s passionate kisses, these are saucy and filthy kisses that ooze with love and lust.

· Ethan is a bottom; no, I don’t take criticism.

· He likes not being in control sometimes, he puts his trust in your hands and allows you to do whatever you please with him.

· He’s a pretty quiet guy most of the time, but in bed he’s loud as hell. He can’t help it; you just make him feel good.

· When village comes around, it’s under different circumstances.

· You two were just on a vacation when everything went to shit in this small village you had stopped at.

· You were forcefully taken from him by Urias before the Lycans fled.

· He would destroy anyone in his path to get you back, he didn’t care who died as long as you ended up in his arms again.

· Apparently, each of the lords wanted you and all fought to have you, you ended up getting passed around to each of them.

· In the end he finds you with Heisenberg and never had he been so relieved as he was when he saw you again.

· He killed all of the lords and Miranda to keep you safe.

· He refuses to let you out of his sight for weeks, and almost always needs to be touching you to remind himself that you’re okay.

· The two of you work through your trauma together

· He’s self-conscious about his missing fingers, so make sure to assure him he’s still beautiful

· Honestly Ethan is the perfect partner, he loves with his whole heart and will do anything for you

· The two of you get to spend a life of happiness together, always willing to fight for one another, a perfect pair.

#Ethan winters #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil village x male reader #resident evil village x reader #Ethan winters x reader #Ethan winters x male reader #re8 x reader #re8 x male reader #x reader #x male reader

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i-cant-sing · 3 years ago

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Yandere RE8: TRP Part 4

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"Uhh... hello?"

You looked at the woman standing in the stairs. She was wearing a dark veil that matched the rest of her outfit- oh shit, that's a funeral outfit.

I really did pick a bad time to come here, didn't I? She's in mourning, she sees an intruder, and her day went from bad to worst. Yep, she's gonna kill me.

You took one look at the woman and then at all the possible exits: the doors- no, they'd be too heavy to move and what if they're locked? The window- but I'd have to jump out and just because it looks cool in movies to jump through glass, doesn't mean it'll work, Y/n.

So, the only option was to eliminate the threat. Or maybe... defuse it.

"This is your doll, right?" You asked, pointing at the doll, judging by the lace designs on both of their dresses. The woman didn't reply. "It looks like its been... used a lot. To be honest, she's very different than most dolls I've seen, definitely a lot more spookier." You nervously giggled, hoping she didn't mind. "But... she looks like she's been loved. A lot. Despite being broken from a lot of places, someone still took their time to fix her." You smiled sadly, remembering your own doll that Mia had ripped. "Wish I had someone like that. To sew up the wounds and fix them."You mumbled, not really sure if you were talking about your doll or yourself.

"Your doll, she's- she's very pretty. My sister would've liked her." You began. "Which is why I'm here. My family, we were in an accident- I know it was wrong of me to come here without permission, but I need to find my sister, Rose and my father, Ethan." You took a step closer. "They both of have blonde hair. Rose, my sister, she's just 6 months old. She was dressed in a baby pink onesie, bundled up in a blanket. My father, Ethan, he's about this tall and has big blue eyes. I think he was wearing a jacket, with blue denim jeans. H-have you seen them?" You asked, eyes full of hope and voice laced with eagerness.

Please, please let her have seen them. God, please.

Unsurprisingly, the woman didn't reply, but she did turn her head towards the left window. You didn't know whether she was telling you to get out of her house or signalling that they are out there, but you knew you had to leave.

Nodding, you slowly walked towards the window, your heart beating faster as you prayed that this wasn't some sort of trap, hoping she wouldn't attack you from behind because that would be like... really shitty.

But you left the house unharmed, and without looking back at the window because you didn't want to jinx it, you walked towards the forrest once again, thankful that the sun had finally came out.

Where are you guys?

You had been walking for a couple of hours now, the sun had been a bit warmer today, which was good since you hated the snow that surrounded you now. You looked at the map, tracing the path to your new destination. The Salvatore reservoir. It seemed like it would take you a day's journey to get there, and you sure as hell weren't seeing any lake in sight.

God, when will this nightmare end?

You decided to sit on a stone and take some much needed rest. Your feet ached from all the walking, and your calves were cramping. You rolled your head, popping it from the side, before taking off the rifle that had been weighing down, stretching out your arms. Digging through the little back pack you bought from Duke, you pulled out a thermos of coffee and twinkie. You don't know how or where he got it, but Duke had filled your bag with a couple of snacks; saying its for his loyal customer.

So, here you sat, in the middle of the snowy woods, eating a twinkie and drinking a lukewarm coffee. Both didn't taste good, but they're gonna keep you alive so, no complaining.

After drinking the coffee, you rested your head against a tree, recalling last nights events as you waited for the caffeine to kick in.

You tried to make sense of what happened when you got... locked in the basement. You thought you had forgotten about her, Angel. Guess not.

Wait- didn't that lady lock me in the basement? Maybe, she didn't look very hostile, her creepy doll looked scarier than she did.

You laughed at the irony. You always made fun of the horror movies where the family would become so attached to the most horrifying doll, and you'd scream at their stupidity, And yet here you were, falling for the cliche as you found comfort in that creepy doll.

Man, I'm really losing it here.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to come up with the next plan. But the warm coffee had lulled you right to sleep, which was dangerous but you were too tired to care.

Just for a couple of minutes...

You woke up to the sound of growling and heavy steps. And as soon as you opened your eyes, you knew you had definitely slept for far longer than a few minutes. But that was not of concern at the moment. No, it was the source of the growling that had woken you up.

Just about 40 feet away from you were lycans. Plural. Not one, not two, but 5 lycans, and one of them was a really big one.

You held your breath as you watched them wander around; they hadn't spotted you yet, and if you stayed quiet, you hoped they would just go away.

Stilling yourself as much as you could, you watched them with wide eyes. One of them started to walk in your direction, it wasn't looking at you, which meant that it hadn't seen you, but he would if he kept on walking this way.

God, I know we haven't been on good terms, but like c'mon, you gotta give me a break. Please, I love you? Come on, you know this is not how I want to go.

You sent a silent prayer, and perhaps it worked, since the lycan suddenly turned the other way, joining its pack as they started walking deeper into the woods.

Slowly, you began to gather up your things, silently shoving them in your bag, one eye on the lycans and the other one making sure that you don't accidentally drop something that'd cause noise.

Fortunately, you didn't. You swung the bag over your shoulder, and took a step forward, careful not to step on any twigs.

Maybe God did love me. All that time in church-

THWACK!

You jumped back as a huge sheet of snow fell from the trees in front of you. You whipped your head towards the monsters and they all had stopped dead in their tracks. Slowly, one of them turned and if they hadn't heard the snow fall, they'd definitely heard the way your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Then, it growled.

Motherfucker.

You pulled out your gun just as the two of them began running your way. With a quick jump to the side, you dodged them and shot them two times each. Hearing your gun fire, the other two began running your way too, while the larger one stayed behind as it watched. This time, as you shot one of them, the other managed to kick you in the chest hard, throwing you against the rock. Luckily, you didn't hit your head, as you rolled and shot it dead.

Spitting out the blood, you looked back at the last lycan who had already started running your way. You began loading up your gun with trembling hands, but just as you aimed, the lycan took a giant leap and knocked the gun out of your hand.

Fuck.

The giant grabbed you by your neck, lifting you up high before throwing you across the ground. You wheezed, scrambling up to your feet as you began running away from it, its heavy steps following you. It roared angrily behind you, and that only made you ignore the burning pain in your chest as you ran faster.

But of course, God had decided to make you live a cliche horror movie, because you tripped over a fucking branch, making you fall on your stomach. You flipped over instantly, and saw your nightmare come true as the lycan jumped on you.

On pure reflex, you punched it square in the face, which you doubted hurt it more than it hurt you, if anything, the monster was momentarily perplexed, but that was enough for you to slip from under it.

But you were only able to take a few steps away when it suddenly grabbed you by your neck and lifted you up again, snarling as it began opening its mouth, revealing its razor-sharp teeth at you.

God, if you're hearing this, I'm converting to atheism because I did not need this today.

Looking at the horrifying lycan, you prayed one last time before you were eaten by it. Surprisingly, your life did not flash before your eyes, which you were kinda grateful for because you did not need to relive that before your death.

But that moment didn't came. No, what came were familiar moans of pain, and then the sound of a drill, followed by blood splattering on your face as the lycan was sliced vertically from the head to the toe by the aforementioned drill.

The lycan fell to the ground, revealing the pair of soldats that killed them and behind them a smirking Heisenberg, who rested against a tree, tipping his hat at you.

You were far too shocked to say anything, and after a few seconds, the man walked over to you, blocking the view of his monstrous creations just mutilating the lycans.

"So... that was a bit traumatising." He started, chuckling at your stunned face. "You okay, kid?"

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck-

"Yeah." You took his hand, and he helped you up. You groaned at the pain, touching the tender side around the chest where the lycan had hit you. Yeah, you probably broke a rib.

Heisenberg helped you sit down on a tree stump. "Hmm, that bastard kicked you hard didn't it." Wait- "But that was a phenomenal punch you threw at it. Nearly made me burst out laughing."

"You were watching? Why the fuck didn't you come in before!"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you could really handle yourself- which you were pretty good at, but then you lost your gun and it was kinda an unfair match from there on." He pulled out some pills from his coat. "i was just passing by when I saw those lycans moving away. Thats when I pushed the tree which made snow sheet fall and you know the rest from there on."

Your eyes went wide. "You did that on purpose? What the shit, Heisenberg-?! Fuck." You doubled over in pain, clutching your ribs, heaving.

"Shh, stay still, kid. Here, take these. They'll help with the pain." You eyed the bottle before popping two in your mouth. Hey, if he wanted me dead, he wouldn't have saved me from the lycan. "I just wanted to see if you were worth the trouble, and as it turns out, you are."

"You didn't have to almost kill me to see that. And now I've lost my gun. And I don't have any money to buy a new one. I doubt Duke gives freebies." You huffed out.

Heisenberg rolled his eyes. "God, you sure do whine a lot. Here-" He dropped a tiny pouch in your lap. "There's some coins in there. That should be enough to buy you a new gun. And for fucks sake, get a gun with more rounds! You don't have time to be loading a gun mid battle." He huffed. "So, where are you going now?"

You rolled your head from side to side. "Well, I went to the Beneviento house. Didn't find Ethan or Rose there. Now, I'm going to the lake."

"The lake? Huh, well if you survived Donna, then Moreau should be a piece of cake. You got the map? Let me show you the short cut, it's not far from here." You gave him the map and he showed you the directions.

"Where are you going then?"

"Mother Miranda called. Don't worry, I'll keep our meeting a secret." He then nodded at you. "Alright, I'm off now."

"Wait!" Your voice stopped him. "I don't know when I'll see Duke again. And I don't have gun, so what if another pack of lycans come?"

Heisenberg slumped his shoulders as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I gotta do everything by myself." He dog whistled and one of the soldats stopped maiming the lycan and ran to Heisenberg. "From now on, you're gonna listen to her."The soldat looked at you and nodded. "If she tells you to kill, you kill. If she tells you to die, you die. Follow her around and keep her safe." The soldat nodded. Then Heisenberg turned to you. "He's already dead, so don't worry about throwing him in danger. Oh and also, just take him into the sun every once in a while so that his engine can recharge. You'll know when he needs the sun."

You were baffled. "Wait, Heisenberg- how the- what the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Figure it out, kid. Think of him as a guard dog."

You looked at the soldat then at Heisenberg's retreating form, then back at the soldat.

"So..." The soldat stared at you. "You got a name?"

"Handsome." You nodded to yourself as you trudged, using the soldat's arm to support yourself. "That's what I'm gonna call you. Handsome. What do you think?"

The soldat was wearing a metal contraption over its eyes, so you couldn't really tell what it was feeling.

"Well, you don't seem to have any complaints, so from now on, you'll respond to the name "Handsome". Do you understand?"

The soldat nodded.

You laughed. God, the pain meds were either making me stupid or everything else funnier.

You looked at the map again. Just a couple of more minutes and then a right turn. And then you should see the lake- god, this map was confusing as hell.

"So..." you wondered what you should ask the cyborg. Oh right. "You seen Ethan? Blonde man, crazy big eyes. Or a baby, Rose?" The man shook his head no.

Sigh. What else could I ask him? What about how did he die? No, what if that's triggering? I can't handle a Terminator right now. And I don't think I should ask him about his past or anything that'll cause him to have a existential crisis. Ah! I've got it!

"Hey, how do you see?"

The soldat looks down at you for a few seconds then points at his metal contraption.

Wait- is that sarcasm?

You scoff. "Of course, you see with your eyes! I meant, with the whole metal thingy covering them, how do you- oh, there's this vision specs in them."

You smiled. "Hey, you're kinda like Cyclops, yknow-" you were cut off as Handsome suddenly pushed you to the ground, turning on his drill.

"Wait, shit- you don't have to be Cyclops! We can talk this out-" but Handsome was focusing on something else, and that's when you saw it. Two lycans.

Handsome ran and easily maimed them to pieces, I mean, you had to look away from the horrific scene midway.

The soldat returned five minutes later, covered in blood. He extended his hand and you reluctantly took it, letting him support you as you began walking again, your heart still beating like crazy.

But you calmed down when you finally reached the lake, the setting sun gave serene feel to the entire reservoir. You inhaled deeply before looking at Handsome. "Lets go down there." You pointed at the lake.

You were both sitting at the wooden broadwalk, your legs hanging off the ledge. You looked at the water, it wasn't crystal clear, but you could see some fishes swimming around, so at least it wasn't dangerous to life. You looked at Handsome, then at his drill and you realised he was still covered in blood. "Lets get you cleaned up, hm?" You said, pulling out a rag from your bag and dipping it in the cold water below. You began with cleaning up his drill, then dipping the rag back in cold water and cleaning his chest and his other arm.

"Good job back there, Handsome."You smiled as Handsome nodded. "Heisenberg was right, you are kinda like a dog. Hmm, I wonder if..." You tested your theory as you petted him on the head. "Good job, Handsome!" But the soldat only tilted its head in confusion.

"Hmm, perhaps not." You cupped the cold water in your hands and washed your own face, You looked at your reflection in the water. "You wanna go for a swim? I don't mind." Handsome shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of swimming either."

Handsome stared at you. You scoffed. "Oh so you pretend you don't understand what I say, but you want to hear the story? Fine, but I'm only telling you because it might be important later."

You both stared at the water as you began your story. "Well, when I was 15, I had snuck out of the house to go to a party. It was at this rich girl's house and I knew she didn't like me, but I was surprised when she had invited me to her place. Yes, a red flag I should've seen from miles ago, but I was young and dumb and desperate to climb the highschool social hierarchy." You chuckled. "Anyways, long story short, one of the guys there pushed me into the pool because I don't know if they thought it was funny to see me drown? By some luck, I managed to grab onto the pool ledge and pull myself up. I immediately left the party, embarrassed and cold and on the verge of breaking down. Then on the way back home, there was this car following me and then some weirdo catcalled me and tried to get me in his car. Now, scared for my life because I watched a lot of Criminal Minds, I ran all the way home, praying that he leaves me alone. I think he stopped when he saw a Range Rover following him, but I don't know. I just rushed back home." You sighed. "You know what happened next? I bursted through the front door, slamming it shut and I turn around to see my dad in the living room, looking surprised to see me. He stood up and looked me up and down and then said, "Y/n? You're drenched completely. And you're messing up the floor. You know what? Mia's in the bathroom right now, why don't you go upstairs and I'll clean up here. You know how she gets when there's water on the wood." And I was just so shocked, that I didn't say anything and went back upstairs. Once I was in the shower, that's when I broke down crying. I almost drowned, almost got kidnapped and my father was worried about me messing up the wooden floor? Hell, he didn't even ask me why I was coming home at midnight." Your tears fell into the lake, making small ripples. You chuckled, "God, I always wondered how tired he must've been from work that day to ignore all these visible signs of distress. I always hated his job, you know? They made him work way too much." You looked at Handsome who was looking at the lake. "Anywho, now you know I can't swim so, save me if I fall into this lake, okay?" He nodded.

You guys sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before a question popped up in your mind. "Handsome?" He turned his head towards you, only to see a mischievous smile on your face. "Are you seeing someone?" The man turned his back to the lake, making you laugh. "Ahh, so you like someone. Tell me, is it someone from the village?" The man further turned his head away from you in embarrassment. "Oh come on, tell me! Is it a girl?" He nodded reluctantly, making you punch his arm. "You dog! Does she know?" Handsome shook his head, making you smile. "Tell you what? As a payback for saving me back there, I'll help you get her. I'll be your wingman, Handsome, hm?" He nodded a bit enthusiastically.

"We all deserve good things, Handsome. No matter how we look, or what we are, these things don't really define one's self worth. Its our intentions, you know?" Handsome didn't know, but he nodded anyways.

"Good. Now, lets go check out this place. Keep an eye out for Ethan and Rose, okay?" You told him, not knowing someone was already watching the two of you.

So... thought?

What did you guys think about Handsome? I'm gonna post a pic of him soon if you guys want.

Part 5 is here.

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