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thewritersaddictions · 6 months

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Day Twenty-Nine: Karl Heisenberg + BreathPlay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You follow like a lovesick puppy would.

Completed on: 08/20/23

Posted on: 10/28/23

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

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thefanficmonster · 2 months

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Resident Evil Masterlist

* - Fluff

⨀ - Angst

Full-length Fics:

The Queen and her Guardian (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Just a Legend (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Snowman (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Nothing to worry about (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀*

Weakness (Karl Heisenberg & Child!Reader) ⨀*

Dark Magic (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Bloody Jealousy (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) *

Enough Said (Rose Winters & OC) *

Beyond Death (Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader) ⨀

Vulnerability (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

There you are (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *⨀

Finally, you're back (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Mission (Ethan Winters & OC) *

Sounds Promising (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Stargazing (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Beneath the surface (Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Partner (Ethan Winters x Reader) ⨀*

Deal (Jill Valentine x OC) *

Not a Weapon (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀*

Best thing (he lost) (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) ⨀

Worthy (Chris Redfield x OC) *

What happens in the gym...(Chris Redfield x OC) ⨀*

Vendetta (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Regretting (Chris Redfield x OC) *

Innocent Life (Ethan Winters & Child!Reader) ⨀

Soldier First (Chris Redfield x Reader) ⨀

Heroism (Ethan Winters & Reader) ⨀

No Mistake (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

New Life (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) *

Fated (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *

Headcanons:

Karl Heisenberg x reader who suffers from nightmares ⨀*

Karl Heisenberg x multilingual reader *

Karl's love language - annoyance *

Protective Karl Heisenberg ⨀*

Touch starved Karl Heisenberg *

Opposites attract (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl x Child-free reader *

Karl x *ahem* well-endowed reader *

Tipsy Romance (Karl Heisenberg x reader) *

Karl with an emotionless s/o *

Karl Heisenberg romantic headcanons *

For Margaret ⨀

Karl x injured s/o ⨀*

Karl x shy s/o *

Karl has a nightmare ⨀

Comforting Karl Heisenberg ⨀

Seeing his mutation for the first time ⨀*

Finding out the truth about Heisenberg ⨀*

Being Karl's adopted child *⨀

Insecurities (Karl x reader) ⨀*

The loss of a loved one (Karl x reader) ⨀

Ethan Winters x pregnant reader ⨀

Arguing with Heisenberg ⨀

Jealous Heisenberg ⨀*

Heisenberg with an introverted s/o *

The love story of life and death (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

The Lords as parents *

Mythical (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Life Hardships (Heisenberg x reader) ⨀*

Darkness (Mia Winters x Ethan Winters) ⨀*

Heisenberg's Family ⨀*

Heisenberg with a pregnant s/o *

Wine Woes (Heisenberg x reader) *

Single dad Heisenberg *

Mithanberg Headcanons *

Chris Redfield x injured s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg comforting his s/o ⨀*

Heisenberg with a jumpy s/o *

Heisenberg with a smoker s/o *

Single dad Heisenberg with a newborn *

Chris Redfield with plus-size s/o *

Heisenberg x non-binary reader *

Lady D with an s/o that is close with her daughters *

Enemies to lovers with Heisenberg *

Fluffy headcanons for Donna *

Ethan Winters x injured s/o ⨀

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 2 months

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I Am Machine

Summary: In which Karl Heisenberg has nipple piercings and a chest full of insecurities.

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader

Word Count: -2.5k

Content Warning: Porn With Feelings <3 18+!, Nipple Piercings, Thigh Riding, Angst, Body Worship, Karl Has A Dad-Bod, Internalized Body Shaming, Insecurities, Feelings….A Lot Of Them, Giving Karl All The Love He Deserves, Dirty Talk, Manhandling, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, A Sprinkle Of Rough Fucking

A/N: Another massive shout-out to @queer-crusader!Thank you so much for throwing all the ideas back and forth <3

Tagging: @blueberrypancakesworld

I am machine

I never sleep

Until I fix what's broken

I am machine

A part of me

Wishes I could just feel something

- I Am Machine By Three Days Grace

With your shoulder leaning onto the old door frame, you watched him, watched how his fingers slowly crawled up to his chest whilst he stared holes into thin air and his teeth ground down on the soft insides of his cheek instead of the usual cigar butt. Karl took no notice of you observing him with a faint smile ghosting around your lips and so calloused fingertips ventured forth to grab at the dainty steel marbles screwed on tightly to the accompanying bar that went straight through his right nipple. They toyed with the small piece of jewelry for a moment as he blinked lazily, entirely absentmindedly, and zoned out.

You had to actively stifle a laugh as you were able to watch the coin flip in his thoughts, Karl seemed to remember that his left nipple was adorned by just the same accessory and his hand grazed across his chest. If it wasn’t for his brows furrowing up into a frown, he would’ve looked dreamy and calm in the warm light of the surprisingly sturdy light bulb.

“Feeling yourself up a little, hm?” You joked, trying to approach whatever it was that caused his knit-together brows with lightheartedness.

“Huh?”, For the blink of an eye Karl looked truly dumbfounded and entirely unaware of his fidgeting that drew all of your attention right at it, “Oh. Subconscious habit.”

“I know.” You smiled kindly back at him.

“Then why are ya asking, stupid?” He nudged his head in your direction with a wide grin stretching across his face, gingerly accentuating the crinkles and crowfeet around his eyes.

Although it looked like a genuine expression, you had a strong inkling sitting in your stomach, that he was trying to hide something from you, perhaps not even intently but purely upon instinct.

“I was trying to be funny. You should try that too sometimes.” The tip of your tongue darted from between your lips, playfully teasing him.

“I am funny.” He retorted bluntly.

“I don’t know about that, Karl.” The banter briefly continued as you walked towards him, sitting there legs all sprawled out on the bed with his back against the decrepit and depressingly gray concrete walls.

“Don’t ya think that metal-melting heat and the constant linger of death is hilarious? Tough crowd.” The burly man huffed humorously yet he couldn’t quite shake the pitiful tinge in his voice.

He watched you saunter over to him, the pair of unnaturally bright hematite eyes following you intently.

“What’s going on up there?” You let yourself plop right into his lap, straddling his bulky thigh as the very tip of your index finger nudged at his temple.

“Huh?” He muttered again, trying to plaster a blasé expression on his face but it slipped at the edges, the corners of his mouth contorting downwards for a split second before he could help it.

“The fidgeting, the chewing on the insides of your mouth? Does that ring a bell?” Your brows raised into a questioning arch whilst the rest of your senses tried to ignore the feeling of dense muscles between your legs pressing up against you. Was he doing that on purpose to side-track you?

“It’s just what I do.” He shrugged his shoulders with flimsy indifference.

“Karl…” Your free hand slid between your bodies, fingers closing down increasingly firm around the shiny and smooth piece of jewelry.

“Yes?” He hissed back, his thigh now obviously rocking against your clothed cunt, causing you to involuntarily rutt your hips against him.

“Don’t…” The word that rolled over your tongue came only labored as the intense feeling of arousal grew and spread from your lower abdomen.

“Don’t what, sugar? Get your head all spinning like that?” Karl leaned in closer, the tip of his nose nudging yours and lips ready to swallow whatever answer you’d give with a hungry kiss.

“Actually-” His head rushed forward, his lips pressing against yours with his teeth scraping over your bottom lip like a hungry animal, beckoning you to shut the hell up.

However, you didn’t.

“Karl, stop, please.” He let go of you immediately, widened eyes looking at you puzzled and silently questioning.

By now you knew that he wouldn’t just hand you the answer if you asked for it directly, you had to lovingly pull and coax it out of him, had to make sure that you brought his intrinsic guard down gently.

“Let me do that.” Your words only led to a more intense furrow on his forehead and instead of adding even more to them, you let your body do the talking.

In one lazily languid stroke, both of your hands brushed upwards over his stomach, fingertips playing with the curly hairs of a fading happy trail and tracing the little round of his belly pooch on their way to his chest. Upon skin touching skin, you could’ve sworn that Karl had flinched, barely even noticeable yet the little jolt had been there, reminding the both of you that, after all, Karl was sensitive, especially so when being touched.

“What…?” He mumbled quietly, his gray eyes darting down to follow the flow of your fingers across his torso.

“I like your stomach, comfy…warm.”, You shushed him saccharinely-sweet, “Love cuddling against it at night.”

“Uh-huh.” He let that one slide, albeit begrudgingly and through gritted teeth, thin ice already.

Knowing that he was watching you intently, you leaned in, allowing your lips to pepper quick and teasing pecks to his chest.

It was a gamble but you felt quite daring today, letting the tip of your tongue glide along the thickened, pale rose-colored scar tissue that stretched across the skin in long welts. Karl let out a rumbling groan that vibrated right through you, reporting about pooling arousal and a twinge of…disgust. You edged further regardless.

“Love everything about you.”, Your gentle hum got lost in the crook of his neck before your teeth rasped down with the curve of his shoulder, “You’re beautiful.”

“Not much beauty to find between scars, shaggy hair, and an outgrown beard, sugar.” You had tripped over the border, Karl carefully grabbed your jaw and redirected your face to look right at him and the pained expression in his eyes about broke you. You understood why he preferred to hide them away behind a pair of pitch-black glasses. Too expressive, too vulnerable.

“Will you listen to me?”, You tried not to break away from his gaze and it took almost everything out of you, “Please.”

For an agonizingly long blink of an eye, you couldn’t tell whether or not you’d been able to not only save yourself from the plummeting feelings but just Karl as well for his grasp at your chin wasn’t yielding at first. The hardly even uttered, more than anything mouthed Please appeared to hit him where he truly felt and couldn’t ignore it away.

“What were you thinking about earlier?” The question slithered past your lips calmly, gently, and softly.

“Why are you even here?” He retorted in a harshly cold tone with a question himself that equally served as a painful answer.

“Because I love you, easy.” You threw it right back at him, trying to scare off what must’ve been going down in his thoughts but instead, you felt him flinch again, this time more noticeable although you weren’t even touching him.

Line, hook and sinker. It clicked with you and forced your stomach to twist and turn in every possible direction all at once. Karl went through the equally mortifying yet filling ordeal of knowing that he was loved and at that greatly so.

It posed as something far outside of his control and with that immediately rendered into possible danger. Karl Heisenberg never wanted anything to do with love ever again after first getting his heart broken before his body followed suit. Every scar on his body reminded him of heartbreak that hurt a thousand times worse than the cuts and experiments. Love had brought Karl the worst pain he’d ever felt and in an only natural reaction, he had wanted to get as far away from it as he possibly could and that worked just fine until you happened.

“Because I want to.” You answered further before he could throw anything else against your love confession whilst your hands pulled his away from your jawline and instead guided them to rest right on your hips, “Please let me show you how much.”

From the very way you looked right at him, unwavering and with nothing but compassion in your gaze, Karl knew that you weren’t exactly requesting but rather announcing. With a swift nod, he accepted and let his hands remain on your hips. You couldn’t exactly decipher his facial expression but the little sound slipping free from his throat gave away that he certainly enjoyed your tender lips closing down around his pierced nipple, tongue toying with the metal bar. Greedily, you sucked the pebbled skin into your mouth just hard enough to leave a little hickey before letting it plop from between your lips again. You paid attention to not neglecting the other side, repeating the same process of suckling a bruise into the sensitive skin.

“Fuck.” Karl breathed sharply and you snickered.

“Only if you hear me out.” Pushing the envelope a little further, you rolled your hips in his soft clasp.

“God, you’re so fucking mean sometimes.” He groaned eyes rolling behind halfway shut lids.

“Gets you hella hard, love.” You certainly weren’t lying and the entire width of your palm tracing the outlines of his quickly hardening cock above his pants pulled a moan from the depths of his lungs.

“I’m afraid you gotta listen to me rant about just how much I love you if you wanna tap that.”, The sly grin eventually returned to your face as you nuzzled your mouth into the dip of his collarbone, leaving kisses before traveling further up his neck, “How much I love playing with those piercings, gets me fucking wet just thinking about it, and how much I love getting needy for being fucked so good all the time.”

“Go on…” Karl pressed the meat and muscle of his thig against your fabric-clad pussy and you ground down harder, desperately chasing the friction.

“Oh, suddenly you’re interested, huh, big boy?” Your teeth sank into the flesh of his earlobe, pulling at it provocatively, “Hmhm, gotta listen to me moan and groan about how stupid I get when you fuck me from behind, belly slapping against my ass or how much I love that grown-out beard between my thighs when you eat me out.”

“Alright, that’s it.”, Without so much as a fair warning Karl tightened the grip around your hips to hoist you off of him in a sudden push and pull, “Devious woman.”

Before you knew it, you landed on the mattress back first, head pushing into the feathery pillow as Karl towered above you, keeping you down by pressing himself between your legs whilst he kept himself together to not tear your pants off your legs but instead swiftly undress you as civil as he could.

“Poked the bear long enough?” You grinned, watching how his eyes ate you up entirely from the laugh lines around your lips to the scar on your left cheek that you got from falling into a shard of glass as an unsupervised toddler.

“Shut up and let me fuck you stupid if you know what's good for you, buttercup.” The menacing grow that was his voice made your back arch from the mattress, pressing your exposed cunt against his crotch, demanding immediate attention.

“Good girl.” The brief praise carrying clear hints of a little mocking intention before he unzipped his khaki pants to shove his freed erection right into you until you whined out.

“Can’t fucking believe that I let you get under my skin like that, make me feel all heart-eyes fucking shit.” Karl drilled his cock into you until his balls slapped against the round of your ass, one arm snaking underneath your knee to prop it onto his shoulder whilst the other palm pressed your mouth shut, leaving you to breathe through your nose.

“Make all fucking mushy on the inside and get my cock hard with sweet words, dammit.” He bottomed out but only to thrust right back into you, picking up a reckless pace that rendered every leftover thought in your head into thin air.

With shaky hands, you clawed at his back, leading your fingernails to dig into his skin, making Karl hiss from the sudden sting of pain, eventually making him you even harder, bordering on the edge of violence and you reveled in every plunge of his hips. Carefully crafted compliments and honeyed nothings quickly made room for thickening air getting filled with the smell of sex and sweat. It seeped into you, the predominantly musky smell of his body mixed with hints of tobacco and strong coffee, and you let it, basking in his presence. It filled you up just like his girth did with every brutal rock of his hips that brought you closer to ecstasy. Without being able to help it in the slightest, you felt the coil in your lower abdomen twitch and tense up unbearably fast, pathetically fast even. You groaned into the palm of his hand, eyes fluttering shut whilst gasping for air through your nose. It rendered you lightheaded, being just primitively fucked into and for a moment you felt so overstimulated and overfilled that you believed to have missed your own orgasm until it took you apart entirely. In the very second the first contractions started clasping around his cock, Karl's hand was off your face to make room for his lips to devour every moan and whine that rippled through you as if he was drinking it all up.

“Fuck…shit…”, The roll of his hips started stuttering and Karl shoved himself onto you as much as he could without hurting you, “Milking me so fucking good.”

A handful of thrusts followed before his own climax took over, making him halt and pump his load inside of you. You felt the pulsing and twitching of his cock, the sensation sending post-orgasmic ripples of pleasure through you.

Instead of just pulling out of you, Karl slipped your sore leg off his shoulder and shamelessly fucked his release into you with sloppy thrusts, mixing it with the wet of your release. WIth his sweaty forehead pressed against your, he muttered a breathy: “Fuckinglove you, too, shithead.”

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queensoybean0724 · 1 year

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Here is a spur-of-the-moment Karl Heisenberg/female reader drabble! Enjoy and I hope everyone has a great weekend!

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Karl ripped your shirt and bra from your body and placed you on his work desk. His eyes were ravenous and his hands grabbed your tits.

“Mmmm…” he growled, “…you always insist on coming in here and distracting me…”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them from your legs. Putting one hand back on your breast, his other hand pressed to your pussy, rubbing you through your panties.

“Karl…” you moaned, arching your hips up, “I’m sorry…I just wanted…”

“…you wanted to fuck,” Karl interrupted, taking the fabric of your panties and pushing them between your wet folds, dragging it back and forth, teasing your sensitive clit. “Be careful, sweetheart,” he warned, “you know how long I can go once I get started…”

You tilted your head back and cried out as Karl dove between your legs and lapped at your pussy, your underwear a barrier between his tongue and euphoric bliss.

“Karl…” you whimpered, “take my panties off. I want to feel more of your mouth on me…”

Heisenberg chuckled against your cunt before pulling away, moving your drenched underwear back and forth through your pussy lips. You were damn near delirious, tears forming in your eyes. All you wanted was his mouth, his lips, his tongue…

“Please, Karl!” you shouted, pushing yourself up on your hands to look down at him.

Karl flashed you a grin as he pulled the panties aside. “Oh, I love hearing you beg…” And with that, he leaned in, his tongue attacking your clit with light flicks and long strokes.

You looked down at him, watching his mouth devour you. Your body trembled and your hips bucked against his face. Karl grunted and growled, feasting on your cunt like a starving wolf.

“Oh my god…yes…Karl, fuck me with your tongue…don’t stop…” you whimpered.

He shoved his index and middle finger inside of you, pumping in time to his tongue making teasing patterns over your clit.

Just as soon as he started, he pulled away, removing his fingers from inside you. A soft whine escaped your mouth before Karl’s fingers pushed past your lips.

“Suck your juices from my fingers,” he ordered, his dark eyes boring holes into yours, “and listen to me very carefully…”

You did as he asked, never taking your eyes from his as your tongue circled his fingers.

“I crave every fucking inch of your body every minute of every day. If I didn’t have an army to build, I would be balls deep inside of you constantly. Unfortunately, I have a job to do. And that job gets put on hold when you come in here with that delicious skin and intoxicating scent of yours. Then I cannot perform my tasks until I have emptied my cum into you at least three times and have made you cum more times than I can remember. You have every part of my being in your hands, sweetheart. And now, I will reduce you to a sweating, shuddering, dripping mess before finally getting back to work…”

Your tongue had stopped swirling long before he finished his monologue. This dangerous, intelligent, charismatic man owned you and was obsessed with you, and you felt the same way about him.

The two of you kept your eyes on each other as he made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, shoving them down and freeing his cock. “You’re mine,” he stated before pushing every inch of himself inside of you.

#karl heisenberg smut #karl heisenberg fanfic #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil village

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crowtrobotx · 5 months

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Ya girl did it! My silly little Heisenberg x GN!Reader fic that started out as almost a joke and turned into Very Much Not A Joke is done! Thank you all for your support, comments, fan art and kudos. This might not be the end for this AU, but for now, enjoy your gross happy ending with the trash man. Read on AO3

#karl heisenberg #resident evil village #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x you #karl heisenberg fanfic #i said i would finish this if nothing else to spite the losers who spend their whole day raging about this kind of fic. and i did it.

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rewritethisstxry · 8 months

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May I request just some fluff, just Karl Heisenberg and female reader hanging out and maybe talking about their futures…brownie points if they mention kids? Some tooth rotting fluff were two love bugs just laugh and joke around and talk?

Thank you for this request! Sorry about the delay. I had it written up and felt that it just wasn't fluffy enough at first, ya know? I'm still not sure it is, but I hope you enjoy!

How it Feels to Feel at All

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x female character

Word count: 1054

The sky was clear for once. Not a cloud in sight, which made for perfect viewing. The temperature was cool but not cold. The sort of evening where it was easy, to forget the outside world and everything that they had going on. Nights like this, it was easy to get caught up in talking, in the potential plans for the future. It was in these moments that Karl allowed himself that sliver of hope that there was actually a future for him, for them. There was a chance of something beyond all of this, outside the control of Miranda. It was almost easy to fall into the discussion when he could see it all. The way she spoke, the hope in her voice, the happiness that flashed across her face at the prospects of what could come, What was to come. She hadn't lost that hope yet. Then again. She hadn't been here nearly as long as Karl had or seen half of the shit that Miranda was capable of. Thoughts for another time.

There was no stopping the genuine smile that crossed his lips as he listened to the random ramblings coming from his companion.

"You sound very sure of that Cupcake," he murmured, the words tinged with a deep fondness. The only good thing in his miserable life was the woman sitting beside him.

"Because I know it's true," she laughed softly. "Because it's what you deserve after all of this." She leaned back further against the section of roof they were currently resting on. There was a brief pause where her eyes moved along the sky overhead, taking in the stars.

"I guess," he offered in return, unable to tear his eyes from her. She was gorgeous no matter what situation she was in. Concentrated, she scrunched up her nose. Worried, there was a slight furrow to her brow that just accented her eyes. Hell, even angry Karl was able to see her beauty. Maybe even a little more so in those moments as She was a force to contend with. But It was these moments where she was relaxed, genuinely enjoyed a moment without the weight of their shared task hanging so heavily on their shoulders that Karl found his twisted heart wanting to beat out of his chest. The gentle curl of her lips that hinted at a smile, the way that there seemed to be just the softest hint of promise that shore in her eyes, even when her attention was focused on the sky above. She was a masterpiece. No matter what she thought.

"Well, I'll just have to have enough confidence for the both of us then," she teased as she nudged his shoulder lightly with her own. "Besides, maybe it's a secret dream of mine to see you in something besides the trench coat and suspenders." At that, he laughed outright.

"And what would you have me in?" Her head cocked to the side as she turned her attention to him. Kal had a moment where his breath caught, though he hid it well.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you in some jeans and a flannel. Think it would look good on you." For a second time, she paused, though this time, her eyes squinted as she took him in. Her imagination clearly was working overtime as She pictured what she had said she wanted to see him in. It was enough to bring another laugh out of him as he threw an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "A proper garage. I'm sure that we can find plenty for you to do. There's a lot to catch upon. And I'm sure that with your little metalworking gift, you would have a blast in a proper garage. Hell, with your talent, custom work would be simple. And a huge money maker. If you wanted that. Once we are out of here, the choices are all yours. Anything you wanna do or not do."

"You know, that shit is hard to imagine. Actual freedom. Wanted it for so long." Now it was so close that he could taste it. It had been hard work, and a lot of it had been driven by him, but he wouldn't be as far along as he was without her. She had helped kick everything into high gear. "Wouldn't be here without you, though." She reached across his body to grab ahold of his other hard, fingers gently intertwining. The barest of squeezes given, an unspoken promise for a moment that didn't need words.

"You know, you haven't told me what you want once we are out of here. You always stay quiet as I imagine what we will do. I know you are focused on the here and now." Sometimes it was easier that way. Not to focus on what may never come. Distractions were far too dangerous. But, he couldn't deny that the further they got, the more those sorts of thoughts leaked into his consciousness. What harm was there in sharing?

"Well, shit. Probably because I haven't given it a lot of thought. Really, none before you, sweetheart. The only thought I could focus on was finishing the bitch. Everything else after didn't matter much. Especially since I wasn't even sure I would survive the final push. I was okay with that if it meant that she was dead." Karl paused, thinking carefully on how he wanted to word himself next. He wasn't so sure that he was one who could have some sort of life in the world outside of this, Notafter so many years. She made him second guess all of that though, made him more than willing to give it a go. "A quiet place just for us, not too big but not too small that it feels confining. Maybe a bit out of a city, a space that is just ours. Enough room to have that library I know you dream about. I don't really know what I want for myself outside of this. Just know that I want you there with me to figure it out." He felt the warmth of her lips against his scruffy cheek before realizing she had moved.

"I'm not going anywhere, ever. I'm with you now and forever, Karl. I love you."

"I love you too, Cupcake."

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averysexyleon · 8 months

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In which Karl takes the mold man on a road trip

“Is the hotel five star?”

“You betcha, Buttercup. Room service. Beach view. Balcony. Jetted tub. You’ll be a Princess all weekend. I wanted to camp, but I hate those stupid ass cheap PLASTIC tents you people use. Don’t have one of the deuc-”

“Camp? It’s November!”

“Suck it up, Winters!”

“Asshole! Also, the song’s over. Your pick. What deep dark mysterious, moody song do you have in mind? Probably some Beethoven, right-or else anti-war–”

“Reach in the glovebox. ABBA’s Greatest Hits remastered.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“Take a Chance on Me.”

Ethan scoffed loudly. “Is that the name of a song, or are you–”

“It’s a song, dumbass.”

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Chapter One

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

It was cold, as to be expected in a snowy village, yet Y/N couldn’t help but sigh, watching her breath fly in front of her. The village itself was quiet, no sign of life anywhere. Perhaps it was the cold winter air, or maybe something more sinister. Y/N didn’t care, no, this was the last lead on her sister that she had, and she certainly wasn’t going to waste time contemplating why there were no people around; it didn’t matter, not to her, and with her eyes darting everywhere, she pushed forward.

The village itself seemed quite rundown, at least more so than the other places she had been. It was only small and seemed incredibly cramped. Too lost in her observations, Y/N almost missed the voice speaking to her.

“And who might you be?” The man asked with a kind smile as he sat inside he carriage.

Spinning on her heels, Y/N pointed her gun towards the stranger who simply raised his hands in surrender.

“No need for the hostility. I’m the Duke, merchant here in this village.” He introduced himself, yet Y/N didn’t let her guard down.

“I’m Y/N,” was her simple response, gun still pointed towards him, yet he simply laughed, a joyous sound.

“Ah, at long last,” he said. “The woman searching for her sister, I’ve been wondering when you’d show up here.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she held the gun closer towards the Duke. “Where is she!?”

“Calm down, Y/N, there is no need for unnecessary violence, I am here to help. Anything you need, items or information, I will be here to help.”

Y/N lowered her gun at the genuine tone he had, although she didn’t put it away just yet. “Where is she?”

“Why, she will be with one of the Lords, of course. Now, I don’t know too much about what happened to her, nobody does, but I can assure you she will be with one of them.”

“The Lords? Who are they?”

As the Duke began his explanation about the Lords, Y/N took the time to look around the village, mainly the castle which wasn’t too far from where she was currently; maybe she should start there, she thought.

“Thank you, Duke, you’ve been very helpful.” She smiled, not quite a full small, but the Duke was happy nonetheless.

“I will you the best of luck in your search for Abigail, Y/N.”

She simply nodded.

Surrounded by hairy and bloodthirsty creatures that Y/N didn’t know the name of, she shot each of them down expertly, not missing a single bullet. It wasn’t long until the monsters were dead, Y/N letting out a sigh of relief, but that wasn’t the only being around her.

“Well, well, that’s quite a show you just put on.”

The woman spun around, gun pointed towards the smoking man who was, oddly enough wearing sunglasses.

“Well that ain’t very nice now, is it?” He smirked. “Names Heisenberg, and don’t worry about introducing yourself, I know exactly who you are.”

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misterbartender · 2 years

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Lady of the Factory [III]

Karl Heisenberg x F Reader

Chapter list here

The radio hummed a staticky tune which Y/N could pick up a woman's melodic voice amongst the broken sound waves. It had been hours since Heisenberg's departure and she had tried her best to keep herself busy. The deeper levels of the factory were off-limits without his presence. She knew of his plans to bring Mother Miranda down, she had signed herself up for battle the second she took his hand.. but he just couldn't risk losing his companion to a malfunction. And so, Y/N would spend her time in his quarters or in the upper level to draft ideas, prepare meals, or read before greeting him at the door. All this open time led to better management of their shared living space and made the Lord's factory more of a home than it was before her settlement.

Y/N began jotting things down on a stray sheet of parchment and pen she found lying on the kitchen counter of all the things she would need to last until his next visit. The freight elevator was safely accessible, the Lord's companion would just have to be mindful of the other rooms nearby with stray haulers roaming loose every once in a while —especially the operating room next to his quarters. After years of staying with the man, the majority of the factory had been ingrained in her mind well enough to avoid getting lost in the underground belly. The groans and deep howls of the factory grew louder as Y/N made her way through the labyrinth with the list in hand. The view in front of the elevator was monstrous. It was almost like an underground city built around the waters coming from the reservoir (most likely). The population was unknown to her but, as for the living? Two. One would be an experimented mutant who was once a normal man, the other is still a human being. Occasionally three when the Duke opens his shop in the factory.

To the button's command, the lift ascended from the lower floors and came to an abrupt halt once it reached the desired floor. The lattice gates opened and she was welcomed by the Duke, whose facial expression brightened up at her presence. "Ah, what can I do for you, Lady Heisenberg?" Immediately, her face flushed a deep scarlet at the title, and awkwardly fidgeted with her coin purse. "Please, just call me Y/N. He has already given me a place to stay..taking his name would be too much." To this, the jovial man laughed and bowed apologetically. "Do forgive me. It seemed appropriate to address you as such, seeing you have found a place in the Lord's home." With a smile, he accepted the parchment, eyes squinted as he scanned the list.

Fortunately, Heisenberg had deemed him trustworthy enough for her to go and seek him out for necessities. It was the only other lively face she could interact with here without the concern of being found. He was a man full of mystery which scared her quite frankly. Even a little more than the 'All-Seeing Mother Miranda', the Duke seemed to know everything and he would appear anywhere and everywhere. In his words: 'Where there's” coin to be made!'

"He speaks very fondly of you my dear. He's been in a better mood ever since your stay." She smiled to herself, distracted by the Duke’s words replaying in her mind. Fondness was a way to describe it but not in a way one would think. However, the lord’s subtlety did not escape his notice. She wondered, what could they have talked about? It was her curiosity that made her giddy. Does he talk about me? What did Karl say? What goes through his mind? He doesn’t talk about these things a lot. He’s always teasing but-

“Miss Y/N?”

Her head snapped up, blinking her widened eyes. “I have your order ready!”

“O-Oh!” Her hands trembled while going through her coin purse for the lei. She could feel her cheeks warming and her ears turning beet red. The coins cascaded down from her hands and into the Duke’s large palms with soft clinks from his rings. He smiled down at her. “Thank you for your patronage, I’ve added the Lord’s cigars and a gift for you my dear. Free of charge.”

“I.. T-Thank you sir!” she returned a smile, carefully taking the stock in her arms for her to take back. The lattice gates closed when Y/N stepped back out into the dark factory. It was like another world, so different from the elevator lit by a warm glow. Now she found herself missing the sun. To taste June’s sweet, fresh Summer air, to feel the wind cooling her skin while the warm rays pooled down. She knew better than to go out alone where she could be seen, but it was tempting. Sighing, she let the thought disappear for now and continued making her way back to the quarters she shared with the Lord, eager to see what the Duke had gifted her. One foot kept the door from closing, carefully entering the living space with her hands full. A light layer of sweat coated her face from the heat trapped in the factory below. Her arms relaxed as she placed the crate down. There was a white rectangular box buried under the pile of produce with a cream-coloured bow neatly tied. “This must be it…” she muttered to herself, gently undoing the ribbon. Taking a look at its contents, she furrowed her brows in confusion. “Wh..What?”

It was a white sundress, long but perfect for this Summer weather. She pressed it close to her body, letting it align with her shape. It was tailored, and the material felt pleasant to the skin. A card fell out from the dress, it was most likely nestled in the white fabric when he had it boxed.

To Miss Y/N L/N,

I hope this is to your liking. It may serve you well for a future occasion.

-The Duke.

It had been a long time since she's worn a dress, especially since Heisenberg deemed it a hazard to be walking around in one only for it to get caught in a machine. It was an accident waiting to happen. Maybe when they’re freed she would wear it. It would flow as they’d run away from the village, hand in hand, laughing and shouting WE’RE FREE!

One day, she would appear alongside him in this dress.

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mistressofthedark033 · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Karl Heisenberg/Original Female Character(s), Karl Heisenberg & Original Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Karl Heisenberg, Alcina Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu, Donna Beneviento, Salvatore Moreau, Mother Miranda (Resident Evil) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Pre-Canon, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Human Experimentation, Psychological Torture, Medical Torture, Psychological Trauma, Medical Trauma, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Scars, Memory Loss, Nightmares, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Trust Issues, Touch-Starved, Flirting, Teasing, Height Differences, Power Dynamics, Manhandling, Biting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Mother Miranda was able to find a new test subject to experiment on. Supposedly an outsider by the name of Sophia Horvath.

As the fifth Lord of the village, she has a crucial duty to fulfill. She must gain control over her powers and become a proper leader that the people will respect. Withstanding any kind of danger and temptation that might come in her way.

Until the infamous Karl Heisenberg decides to enter her life and ruin everything.

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thewritersaddictions · 8 months

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Drabbles: Karl Heisenberg- Avoid You

You've been ignoring Karl. Like not talking to him during meeting, not laughing along with his horrible jokes, daring yourself to not look at him. It's rubbing him wrong. For weeks now, sure the two of you were close. You were close with everyone, Mother Miranda loved that about you. Her perfect new little daughter.

Alcina, Donna, and you got along with Alcina’s daughter did. Quiet banter between the two of you about flowers, and gardens that you wouldn't wait to help grow during the much warmer months.

Salvatore is like a little brother that you always wished you had. Always asking to do things with you whenever you have the time. But Karl is different, your relationship with him is just odd. Something you can't really place in your mind, or heart.

You live with him for fucks sake. Of course something had to be happeneing between the two of you. Was that one sided you wished not, but you also know Karl. He isn't about relationships, he doesn't do love. He's a loner and it just that simple. You wonder in moments when the life between the two of you becomes very domestic, if he knows how you watch him with a love that makes your heart beat so fast you swear you've died and come back to earth.

You wonder a lot of things, but for you to keep living you have to push him away. No more can you bare to sit with him as he works on his metal army. You can't bare to talk with him as you sit across from each other with dinner each night, so you've opted to having dinner behind your close bedroom door, staying out longer with Alcina, staying to help Donna with a new project, or helping out Mother Miranda and Salvatore.

Anything you can do to push away the feeling that has taken root in the bottom of your stomach. The sicking love that makes you have butterflies whenever Karl looks up at you with that damn cigar tucked between his thick lips.

Karl has noticed, more then noticed. He doesn't understand why all of the sudden you were here and now you'd rather not talk with him, spend time with him.

Hell you're picking others over him. At first he's boiling with anger. He feels like he's not worthy of you, he's gotten so used to your constant loyalty to him.

He feels you drifting away from him, and he's conflicted by it. He worries it's something he's done. He notices the far off look on your face at meetings. He see's how you can't bare to look at him, or talk to him.

Karl can only go on like this for so long before everything just cracks, and the need for answers comes out fast, angry, and rather unplanned.

He catches you when you come into the factory after another night spend not here, not at home. Karl had waited for you, stayed up and it wasn't like he wasn't already awake. Never ever really getting good sleep nowadays.

"Y/n?" He says your name, and it makes you stop in your tracks. You turn on your heels unable to look at him so early in the morning. You were just coming here for a shower and a new set of clothes before you had to get over to Mother Miranda lab. You bit your bottom lip the feelings in the bottom of your chest starting to bubble up. Your silence prompts Karl to walk towards you.

"Y/n, what's…" A rough hand taking hold of your bicep. His large hand wraps around it fully. Middle finger and thumb touching each other as he whips you around to look at him. For the first time since you arrived at the factory. "Please just talk to me… I can feel the fuckin' tension in the goddamn air." His voice is thick, purr like.

Grey eyes asking for something anyting you can give him. He'll take it even if it's the worst of the worst. If it ends with you walking away from the factory forever walking away from him forever. He'll just grin and bare it. You think of words, anything to say to him, but nothing of worth comes out. Just blubber, "Karl I… you have to know… I'm just…" He stares down at you. "Fine… don't tell me." Karl is acting like a child and he knows it, so do you.

He drops his hold on your bicep and just looks at you. There's a sort of sadness you've never seen in the grey eyes before. "I don't know how to… Karl things would just be…" Your thoughts are scattered in the wind as Karl realizes a few things. He's more confused then he's ever been. By his mind, and his heart. Karl also realizes that you won't ever say the truth until he gives you no other option.

"Why Y/n, just why have you been avoiding me? Huh, you don't even… you used to spend all your time with me. You just picked up and left." There's a sadness in his voice. His normal bombastic voice that echos on the steel walls. It breaks your heart, crushes it in a million tiny pieces.

There's concern, and sadness etched into the strong jawline, and lines in Karl face. You want to hold back your thoughts, but you can't bare their weight anymore. You take a deep breath Karl watches you like a hawk. Mustering up strength and gusto. "BECAUSE…" You start, Karl cocks a brow, "Because why, Y/n?" Karl coaxes you, "FOR FUCKS SAKE KARL, BECAUSE I THINK… FUCK I THINK I'M FALLING FOR YOU, OKAY?" You didn't mean for it to come out as a scream, or to shout at him.

"That's why I've been…" "Avoiding me." Karl says finishing off your senetence. You nod, frustration and the weight leaving your body. You're waiting for the ending of it all for the loud voice to scream at you, but it the exact opposite that happens. Loud sounds of his boots hit the ground as he walks over to you. Grabbing you so you look at him, eye to eye. "Y/n, are you serious?" He asks, biting his own lip.

You nod, and his face controts in seconds. The seriousness changes into a love sick, cocky grin. 'Fuckin' hell then, darling why didn't you say something sooner?" You can't help the bitch face that you give him, Karl laughs. "Well if it makes it any better darlin' I like I'm fucking falling too." Karl mutters before pulling you in to his chest.

He leans down, a hand in your hair as he leans down to reach your lips. You stand on the tips of your toe just to barely get to his lips. His beard tickles your cheeks, and chin. But the kiss is life bringing, makes you tingles in the best way. And when Karl asks for entrance to your mouth you let him have it.

Completed on: 08/10/23

Posted on: 08/30/23

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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Hello! I hope everything is going alright in your life. Could you write some headcanons for Lord Heisenberg and his beloved who is a calm and quiet person with a sensitive heart and thoughtful eyes? Thank you so much!

Of course darling! Thank you so much for your request and I'm so sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy 💕

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader (Gender Neutral) [Resident Evil Village]

Warnings: SPOILERS for Resident Evil Village

Genre: FLUFF, Romance

Toughened by the struggles of life, Karl's thick skin doesn't let much get to him

He could take berating from both Miranda and Alcina with a cocky lopsided grin and a sarcastic shake of the head

And in the end, he'd be the one still smiling while the aforementioned two would be fuming through the ears, harboring an even more frightening murderous intent towards the man

However, there is one thing that ticks him off like nothing else

The formerly mentioned women mixing your name in when throwing insults at him, pouring them upon him like rain

Yes, just your name leaving their lips sets every nerve in his body ablaze with the need to make them regret it

Imagine what wrath he'd bring down on them if they dared to use a derogatory adjective before your name though

Yeah, that's why no one's done it

Not only because of the consequences they'll face, but also because of the fact that they themselves know better than to spew something they know won't be true

They know what an angel you are

And that's exactly what they use against Karl, making sure he never forgets or mutes that voice at the back of his head constantly telling him he doesn't deserve you

He successfully turns a deaf ear to it more often than not, choosing to spend the majority of his time doing nothing but showering you with his adoration and affection

All of which you accept gleefully and return ten fold

You're what grounds him when he's seconds away from finishing his countdown to an explosion

You're the one who possesses the strength to lift him out of any dump he's in

You remind him of his humanity, remind him of how human he still is even after all that he's undergone that tried to change that

You're his anchor and he'd be damned if he ever let anything or anyone even think to bring you harm, let alone do it

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hi i came across your post asking people to talk to you about karl heisenberg so i decided to send in an ask because i absolutely cannot be normal about that man in any way shape or form at all he rotates in my brain 24/7 and refuses to get out

plplsplspls list down some of your hcs for him :33

You and me both, you and me both, don't worry 🤝🏻 I have him living rent free up there since I put my eyes on him and now he won't leave, instead he's wreaking havoc where perfectly normal and content thoughts should be 😭

Thank you so much for sending the ask! 🫶🏻

Karl Heisenberg HCs under the cut since their NSFW 🔞 (gender neutral)

I'll write a SFW Head Canon post later!

🛠 So, what's the first thing that comes to mind when looking at Kar Heisenberg, hm? Yes, exactly: "Damn, Daddy!" but as mighty fine as this is, how about we flip that table upside down and consider Karl with a mommy kink? There is something about the thought of consensually slapping that mountain of a man around and calling him a bad and naughty boy that makes my brain rot so fast 🥴 Depending on how complex of a topic this wants to be fleshed out as, one can always sprinkle some trauma into the mix because both mommy and daddy issues can very much stem from painfully real places and I imagine that Karl as quite a lot of that.

🛠 I like to believe that Karl has a surreal amount of patience, nerves of steel, but only when it comes to a few things in particular. One of them being you propped up in his lap with his cock buried inside you up to the shaft, neither of you making any hectic movements as you cock-warm him while he welds together scraps of metal in his workshop. He can do that for hours if he feels like it, enjoying the engulfing warmth of your body whilst sparks fly through the somewhat damp air of the factory, strangely enough helps him concentrate and be precise for neither sparks nor hot metal to get anywhere close to you.

🛠 Dad-Bod. That's it. Send Tweet. No, but really, I'm drop dead serious about it and will die with my face pressed to that squishy soft belly pooch and my hands clasping at his glorious man-tits. You know what Dad-Bod Karl Heisenberg gets you? So much cuddle-material 😌 And in instances during which you don't peacefully fall asleep wrapped in his arms, he muffles your moans and whines with his chest, just shoving your face into the soft and warm skin.

🛠 In my brain, Karl is a giver. Sure, he might take you whenever the mood strikes, that simply cones with the package, but never without giving equal quantities of affection back. If he'd be out for one-sided sex, he could just as well shove his cock into one of his brainless creations. Karl would make you feel wanted and desired with every opportunity he'd get because he knows how it feels to be left behind, an outcast, and he'd never want you to feel this way especially not around him, ever.

🛠 Intoxication kink, my friends 🙏🏻 Okay, listen, as aforementioned, Kar is a giver and somewhere deep deep down he carries the need to care and nurture. Sometimes it's get so overwhelmingly much that he just has to take matters into his own hands, okay? Fucking you up nicely under his supervision so that you don't go off the rails too hard.

🛠 I believe Karl to be somewhat possessive and very physical about you. Hos fingers are always lingering, sometimes at your waist, sometimes ghosting over the round of your ass and other times lovingly clasping around your throat. Same goes for his lips and teeth. One could say that Lord Heisenberg has a hefty oral fixation that can't be soothed by cigars alone. He'd suck and nibble at your fingers and nipples without hesitation.

🛠 Last but not least, you know how it goes: Save a horse... 🤠

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