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18+, minors dni

[rottingribbons]

welcome! :)

always somewhere by scorpions

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age: 23

she/they pronouns

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current interests: resident evil, qsmp 2, tlou, rdr2, overwatch, cyberpunk 2077

notes:

will write with mostly AFAB in mind and will try to be as racially ambiguous as i possibly can. but if you’d like to request male/gender neutral i can :)

divider from @honeyluvsw <3

[your-fav-got-hit-by-a-car]

Karl Heisenberg From Resident Evil: Village got hit by a car and fucking died

not a request i just really REALLY like the guy

[rebeza]

I miss that slutty old man

[acapelladitty]

HEY cocky yet soft cockwarming with Heisenberg? Just in case you need smth else to do👀👉🏼👈🏼💦

He would deny it, of course, but the real joy Heisenberg held in having you spread across his lap with his cock casually buried within your dripping cunt didn't come from the act itself but in the intimacy which it allowed him to indulge.

He loved your heat as the wet warmth of your hole swallowed his cock like it was built for him and him alone as you gasped and shuddered at the slow intrusion. You took him completely and his words of encouragement were enough as he kept you close while he worked.

Time passed painfully slow and the aching stretch of the fullness was almost too much, his rock hard cock rubbing wickedly against your walls and making your legs feel shaky as he refused to give you any sort of meaningful friction.

"Every time you squeeze around me I can feel it," Heisenberg teased, rolling his hips and wrapping his thick hand around the base of your back to pull you flush against his chest as he abandoned the little project he was working on over your shoulders. "Give me another half hour to get this bitch sorted and then we'll see about sorting out my favourite bitch."

Scowling at him as you clench your cunt around his cock with a vice-like grip, the anger in your brow didn't quite melt the amusement in your gaze as you settle against him comfortably and wait for your treat.

[butt3rcups]

We’re already dead

[redapparitions]

departure from my usual content for very very old art of some evil residents. this is for the niche crowd into the concept of what if heisenberg was like a weird uncle to rose

[rebeza]

I miss that slutty old man

[rebeza]

I miss that slutty old man

[aimesart]

What if heisenberg had long hair 🤤

[rottingribbons]

𑣲 - fluff

꩜ - angst

❀ - smut

karl heisenberg

one shots:

a softer kind of ruin 𑣲

drabbles:

thigh riding ❀

red vinyl, black leather (biker!karl x waitress!reader AU):

chapter 1

[rottingribbons]

whenever i draw or write about karl heisenberg, i like to pretend i’m a mid-century wife painting her husband from memory while he’s off fighting in the war bc she misses him

[rottingribbons]

HIS PUDGE HEJDJJRJDFJR I WANT TO BITE HIM AND FUCKINGFFG MEOEEEWWW MEO RMROW

[rottingribbons]

i can’t stop thinking about karl so i finally finished this drabble that’s been sitting in my drafts for a while (it is a bit rushed towards the end though oops)

i need him so bad UGHHH

warnings/notes: fem!reader, soft dom!karl, unfair clothing difference, no use of y/n, praising, ass spanking, breast/nipple play, thigh riding

nsfw under the cut

his hands are rough in a way that makes every touch feel impossible to ignore.

without the gloves, there is nothing between you and the evidence of what he is: the calluses worn into his palms from years of metalwork, the faint scars along his knuckles, the blunt heat of fingers that know how to build, break, and command. when his hand slides over your ass, it is not smooth or delicate. his palm catches slightly against your skin, dragging with a textured warmth that makes you shiver before he even squeezes.

you are still moving over his thigh, slow and unsteady, the black lace between your legs damp enough to cling as the rough fabric of his pants drags against you. every roll of your hips gives your clit just enough pressure to make you chase the high and not enough to make you feel anything but desperate. karl knows that, too. he keeps one hand at your hip, controlling the pace when you start to rush, forcing you into a rhythm that makes your thighs tremble around him.

then he spanks you again.

the smack is sharp, controlled, and perfectly placed, his calloused palm landing with enough force to make heat bloom across your skin and send your hips jerking harder against his thigh. the sting spreads fast, bright and intimate, but before it can become too much, his hand is already there again, smoothing over the mark with slow, possessive pressure. his fingers spread wide over the curve of you, pressing in, gripping, then dragging upward as if he wants to feel the way your body reacts beneath every part of his hand.

karl notices the sound you make and hums against your breast, his mouth still warm around one nipple while his other hand moves up your body with the same awful patience. his palm travels over your ribs first, rough fingertips brushing the sensitive skin beneath your breast, and then his thumb finds your other nipple. the contrast nearly ruins you: his mouth wet and hot on one side, sucking with slow, deliberate pressure, while his bare fingers toy with the other, rolling and circling until your breath breaks apart above him.

he is not gentle in the polished, practiced way someone else might be. every touch carries weight. his thumb drags over the sensitive peak with just enough roughness for you to feel the callus there, then he pinches lightly, testing, watching for the exact moment your body gives him an answer. when you gasp, his mouth tightens around the nipple between his lips, tongue flicking slowly before he draws it in again.

your hips stutter over his thigh, and he catches the movement immediately, gripping your hip to keep you from pulling away from the pressure. the rough, warm drag of his pants through the lace is maddening now, every slow grind making your body fold closer to him, your fingers twisting in his shirt as if he is the only solid thing left in the room.

the pleasure twists through you all at once: the ache of his mouth, the rough attention of his fingers, the fading sting of his handprint on your ass, the pressure of his thigh still firm between your legs.

his hand returns to your ass as if he cannot stay away from the feel of you there, gripping hard enough to pull you closer before his palm lands again. another sharp smack, another startled sound from you, another hot rush of friction as your body rocks forward over his thigh. this time, he does not soothe it immediately. he lets the sting sit for a breath, lets you feel the heat of it, lets your fingers tighten in his shirt while his mouth keeps working at your breast.

then his palm spreads over the mark, warm and rough and almost tender.

“do not hide from me now,” he murmurs, thumb still circling your other nipple as his thigh flexes beneath you.

you try not to, but it is difficult when he is watching you like that, when every small sound seems to make his own composure fray. your face burns, and you tuck yourself closer, forehead dipping toward his shoulder as if you can hide from the heat of his attention there.

karl catches you before you can disappear into him completely.

his hand leaves your breast and comes up to your jaw, rough fingers turning your face back toward his with surprising care. for a second, he only looks at you. the factory groans somewhere around you, iron and steam and distant machinery, but his attention does not move from your face.

“there you are,” he says, softer than before.

then he pulls you in.

the kiss he presses to your cheek is almost too gentle for him, warm and lingering, his beard scraping lightly against your skin. another follows near the corner of your mouth, slower this time, and when your breath trembles, his grip at your waist tightens as if the sound did something to him. he kisses your lips with something careful and hungry all at once, his mouth fitting over yours as his hand smooths over the sting he left behind.

when he catches your lower lip between his teeth, it is gentle. just enough pressure to make you gasp into him, just enough to feel the flash of him beneath the tenderness. he lets go slowly, mouth brushing yours as if he is reluctant to pull away at all.

“pretty girl,” he smiles against your lips, the words rough around the edges, like they cost him something to say. “look at you. so soft for me now.”

your chest tightens, and your fingers curl in his shirt.

karl thumb strokes along your jaw, his other hand still holding you close over his thigh, steadying the little tremors running through you.

“that’s it,” he says, kissing the corner of your mouth again. “i have you. no need to get shy on me.”

you breathe his name, barely more than a whisper, and his eyes darken in a way that feels less like victory and more like surrender.

“mm. there you go,” he murmurs, pressing another soft kiss to your cheek, then your lips. “my pretty girl. my sweet thing. doing so well for me.”

the sweetness in his voice ruins you.

it’s still karl’s: rough, low, a little arrogant.

his hands are careful now, his mouth warm against yours, his thumb brushing your cheek like he cannot quite help himself, gentle and attentive enough as if you’re going to break.

“keep close,” he says, lips grazing yours as his thigh shifts beneath you again. “let me take care of you a little.”

[corpsekeys]

more of them please

[notschlatt]

@bbnotumbl's 'hot topic' mv bts

[butt3rcups]

Re9 is soooo cool… had to draw Karl. I’m immune to drawing him with his shirt on so what

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