#Heisenberg x you

[margaretoakgrove]

The typical date invitation from Karl Heisenberg sounds like: Heisenberg: *calls you at 1:30AM* Hello there, Buttercup! I hope you're not sleeping?! Listen, would you like to come to my factory right now and watch me blow something the hell up?

[lady-z-writes]

(Jealous Karl x reader. "You're mine" smut)

Swear I thought I posted this, but here you go:

(ETA: ...I'd posted it in 2021, apparently. 🫣)

He'd made the decision to bring you, despite his best efforts to avoid this type of thing.

As soon as Alcina found out about you, she'd been urging him to join her little charade where she pretends to be a good oversized hostess.

She just wanted to get a taste of you, he was sure; lock eyes with you and hope to seduce you, steal you away from him.

Who knew the fucking caterer was going to be yet another threat.

The way he's staring at you makes Heisenberg notice. Sipping his whiskey, he keeps an eye on things as you chat kindly, probably unknowingly.

The smile on your face, the way you look in that outfit tonight - it's too much. He barely let you leave the factory without a mark on you; just in case someone got close enough to see the bite marks on your inner thigh.

You knew you were his. But with some alcohol in you, he wasn't so sure you'd behave yourself. Clearly, you hadn't started this interaction. Of course Heisenberg had been staring since you got up from the table; always an eye on things. He'd rather silently watch you than play socialite at Alcina's ridiculously over-the-top gala.

You'd been good, he just didn't trust the rest of these fuckers.

And the longer he stares, the more heated he's getting.

You'd noticed Heisenberg's staring. It was hard not to. He'd been grinding his teeth when he wasn't taking a sip of that almost-empty whiskey glass.

Speaking of, you knew you were meant to get the bottle from the server.

The caterer is nice enough but if he doesn't watch it, Heisenberg is going to make him into a mechanical plaything.

As you say goodbye, the caterer takes your hand and kisses the back of it. Totally flabbergasted, you shake your head at him.

"You need to stop," you say.

"Stop? We were having such a lovely chat. Perhaps we could have a drink under moonlight."

You glance over your shoulder, but Heisenberg isn't there.

Fuck.

"No, thank you," quickly, you back away toward the serving plater with the whiskey he likes.

It's gone.

Eyes wide, you gaze around the room to see if it's on anyone's table. If you come back without that bottle...-

Suddenly a familiar smell of cigar smoke overwhelms your senses. Glancing to your left, you notice Heisenberg's gaze fixed on you from a few feet away; whiskey bottle in hand.

"Come with me," he demands, shoving the bottle into your arms as he passes.

Before long, you're in a loading bay area, wrapping your arms around yourself from how cold you are suddenly.

"Karl, I-"

"Take your clothes off."

"What?"

He exhales smoke in your face as he shoves you against a crate.

"Now," he hisses.

Shivering, you follow orders, hand him the bottle of whiskey, watch him take a hefty gulp as he stares at your nakedness. As he hands you the bottle back, his eyes linger on the bite marks on your thigh.

You sip the booze in hopes it'll warm you up. Heisenberg takes pity on you - or maybe it's an act of ownership - but he gives you his coat and you're greedy for the warmth.

Not wasting time, he hoists you up, shoves you completely back on the oversized crate. It's freezing and hard but you don't sit up. You set down the booze before you spill it. Heisenberg pulls himself up, crawls over your body with a deep growl that exhales smoke around the cigar in his mouth. When he's eye-to-eye with you, he pops it out of his mouth, ashes it near you, uses his gloved fingers to uncover your right nipple from beneath his jacket. And then the left.

His eyes scan hungrily as he takes another inhale. You can feel him hard against your body and to be honest you're not surprised. It feels good to be this wanted.

He nods down at you and you know what he wants so wordlessly you undo his pants and belt. When his cock springs out, you guide it toward your naked pussy and let him shove himself inside you.

Arching your back, you moan out for him, knowing he wants you to be loud and the pressure of his thick cock is tender without any prep. But he wants it like this. It's a punishment of sorts.

"See you made a friend tonight," he grunts as he puts his cigar out beside your shoulder.

When he's completely in, you feel like you can finally speak. "N-no, that's not it at all. Karl, I-"

There isn't a second of hesitation: he starts pounding into you at such a pace, you can't help but grip his shoulders and whimper.

"You're mine," he growls. "You got that?"

"Yes."

"Say it," he grunts, biting your neck.

"I'm yours."

"Again."

"Karl, I'm yours!"

"Mmm, that's right. You are. You're mine to bite and to fuck. You're mine to make a scene about."

He's putting so much pressure on you, you're consumed by him and it's such an overwhelming feeling you can't help but love it.

"This cunt is mine to fill," he chuckles. "Oh? You're close, aren't you?" a deep laugh. "Bad girls don't get to cum."

You whine and grip him tighter. "No, I'm good. I promise."

"Oh, are you now?" he teases. You nod. "You look good...my jacket falling off your body like some centerfold...tits with my bitemarks on them, little marks from my facial hair...heh, it's like you're my little plaything."

"I'm yours," you whisper out, nodding against his chest as you feel your orgasm nearing. "Please, Karl, please."

He hums as if thinking it over. "One condition, doll."

"Anything."

"You sit in my lap and ride my cock while you cum."

You nod quickly and shift positions, staring in awe at him. This new position gives you so much pleasure. Your mouth is on his shoulder then kissing at his neck, moaning and crying out his name as you ride out your orgasm.

"Good girl," he laughs. "Ah, that's it, kitten...getting me so close."

After you've come down, your heartbeat in your ears, you kiss his neck again, open your eyes, throw your head back a second to stare at the ceiling as he pounds up into you.

It's only when you look straight ahead of you that you notice the door is open.

"Karl," you whisper, tapping him on the arm, trying to pull back.

It's too late. He's got an iron grip on your hips as he's moaning and pumping into you.

All while the caterer stands there in shock next to his crates of pastries.

"Get a good enough show there, bucko?" Heisenberg pants a yell over his shoulder where you're still staring in shock.

No response, just the sound of footsteps retreating.

You smack him on the bicep.

"You knew he was there."

He laughs loudly. "Of course I did!"

"Heisenberg!" you hiss.

"No harm. I didn't even kill him. Besides, look at that entire crate of pastries he left...just for us to sneak back to the factory."

You groan, hiding your face in his chest out of pure embarrassment.

"What? You're a sight when you're cumming. Probably gave that guy plenty to think about..."

"Can we go now?"

"Depends. Learned your lesson about talking to strangers?"

You roll your eyes.

"Yes, sir."

[buryustogether]

the den of the wolf

karl heisenberg x f!reader

summary: karl voices his concerns about your safety now that he’s taken you as his lover.

word count: 1.6

warnings/tags: implied sexual relations, nudity, swearing

author’s note: anyways…

Any other woman would have run from him. Would have cowered in his shadow and trembled at the sound of his voice, would have prayed for forgiveness for whatever they could have done to earn his fearful wrath. They would have ducked their heads as they passed him, lowered their gaze in hopes he would walk right past them to wherever in hell he was ambling off to. He was terrifying, the most powerful Lord of the village who only showed his face when there was a debt to be collected or revenge to be extracted.

Any other woman would have run from him. Any other woman would have feared for her life.

But you did not. Instead of running, you stayed. Instead of ducking your head, you lifted yours to meet his gaze. Instead of praying for his gift of forgiveness, you embraced his wrath and accepted everything about him wholly.

The others down in the village said you had lost your mind to wander so close to a Lord’s heart - if they had them. They said you were not long for this earth any longer, that he would eventually lure you into that churning factory of his and devour you whole until you were nothing more than a piercing scream upon the air. No one held the Lord’s eye as long as you did, spoke to him as you did, without placing a target on their back.

You were insane, they whispered amongst themselves. To entangle yourself with the business and likes of Lord Heisenberg was plain suicide. Throwing oneself off the cliff near the edge of their perimeters would have been less painful. You could not be saved, and you were to be grieved. Your death would come swiftly, yet would be prolonged and slow and torturous. Everyone knew he enjoyed playing with his food.

Their murmurs were unable to penetrate the thick layers of snow covering the factory, the walls and the floors humming and warmed by the constant thrum of machinery down below. Their rumors were not welcome here, not within the workspace, nor the large bedroom protected within the heart of the giant machine. They did not wake you where you slept within the den of the feared wolf of the village, legs bent and arms drawn to yourself as you faced the edge of the mattress.

What did wake you was the slight shifting of clothing and the scrape of a chair against the ground. Your eyes opened to be met with the hazy picture of the window across the room, the sill piled high with pockets of snow. The next thing you took note of was the trembling ache that enveloped your body entirely - most persistently at the apex of your thighs. Your veins thrummed with exhaustion, limbs sore and neck bruised with littered love bites left there by sharp canines and insistent teeth.

The events of the previous night washed over you slowly, like an ocean’s ebb. A shot of adrenaline shot through you. You had shared a bed with a man for the first time - and not simply any man. Lord Karl Heisenberg himself. He’d touched you and felt you and made you sing such lovely songs for him until he knew your body better than herself. And then you’d fallen into this endless pit of darkness, your only purchase to the real world his hands upon you and his fingers carding through your hair and his chafed lips upon your face.

And here you lay now, in his bed, wrapped in his covers with his claim upon you still drumming through your body. You exhaled a sigh and blinked heavily. You felt content to sleep the day away here, enveloped in his scent and his feeling.

But the spot beside you was empty.

You mustered up what strength you could find within yourself and shifted over slightly. Your lover sat at his desk against the far wall, head ducked and his hand jumping as he scribbled upon pages with a pencil. His hair was secured up with a strip of leather, shirt unbuttoned and crumpled from the night prior.

Licking your lips and attempting to wet your dry mouth, you spoke softly. “Karl.”

Nothing short of enraptured by just your voice, his head lifted and he turned in his chair to look back at you. Even from here, you could see the stars dancing in his irises, the shadows and creases and specks of light that danced upon his face. He studied you for a short moment, wild strands escaping the leather and framing his whiskered jaw, before exhaling deep and climbing to his feet.

His knees cracked when he stood, a testament to just how long he had been tromping the grounds of the village down below. He was - because he said it was too much work to keep track any more - at least one hundred fifty. His mutations allowed him to outlive the world around him until there was nothing left but himself and his regrets. If there was any mercy left in the world, you would be there with him when the time came.

Karl let his weight come to rest on the mattress, then leaned over to gather you up in his arms. You marveled at his raw strength despite the small huff he gave upon settling you in his lap. The muscles in his arms flexed when he lifted you, the bit of pudge on his lower stomach tightened. When he relaxed again, holding you tight to himself spread across his thighs, he tucked your forehead against the warm nape of his neck and petted your hair.

Your could sense within the soft ticking and whirring in his chest something was the matter. You could barely keep your eyelids open, but you still implored, “What is it?”

He said nothing at first, but you knew your words struck him deep, because his grip around you became tighter and the petting of your hair became slightly rougher. His beard scratched your forehead slightly as he grumbled, “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about.”

You blinked a moment. How foreign it was to hear a Lord of the village calling you pretty, holding you this way, with your bare chest pressed against his and your faces so close. “If it bothers you,” you murmured, “it bothers me.”

His chest jumped slightly with a gentle chuckle, one that you felt reverberate through your body. Your grip on him tightened; his on you, as well. “You are a nosy little villager, aren’t you?”

You said nothing, waiting expectantly.

Finally, he caved with a sigh that fanned across the shell of your ear. You shivered, and he reached down to pull a blanket around your shoulders. He said, choosing his words with the same care he placed into his projects, “Miranda can’t know about you. About… this.”

“I expect your mother would be happy you’ve taken a woman as your own,” you joked and smiled into his neck. “You would be the first of the Lords to do so.” Your grin faded slightly as a troubling, thunderous thought entered your mind. “That is, if… if you’ll still have me that far into the future.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His words drove themselves into your chest like bullets as he pulled you up and held your face, bare hands warm against your cheeks. He gazed at you as if you were the solution to every problem he had, and it nearly brought tears to your eyes. He touched his forehead to yours, an action so gentle and unlike his usual gruff demeanor. He said, “I’ll always want you. I’ll always have you.”

You pursed your lips. You could drown in this sensation - of being wanted, and wanting just the same in return.

But that same downcast, almost saddened expression melted over his features again. “If she knew about you, she would take you away from me. Do things to you I couldn’t live with myself knowing happened.” His lips twitched. “That’s what mothers do, huh? Take away their brat’s toys when they misbehave.” One of his hands brushed your hair from your face, sliding a thumb across your cheek that left tingles in its wake. “You have to stay here, sweetheart. Where I can know you’re safe. And warm. And out of that bitch’s hands.”

“Okay.” The answer came so swiftly it nearly surprised the both of you. There came no hesitation or thought over it. There was no need. You lived by yourself in the village; you had no one to look after. And the other villagers thought as much of you as a begging dog at the foot of a king. You had nothing to leave behind.

And the idea of at last being eternally close to him at all hours of the day, no matter the time… it coursed your heart with a sense of pride and joy and love.

“Yeah?” he said, as if he needed one more confirmation to hear what you truly said.

You nodded your head once, resting your hand on the back of his neck so that your foreheads touched once more. “Yes,” you murmured. “Wherever you want me, I’ll be there.”

There came a moment of stillness between you, in which Karl’s throat bobbed slightly and his brows twitched as if they ached to draw together. Instead, he tipped his head and connected his lips to yours, grasping you tighter than he had even the prior night.

You were his now, and he, yours.

No one was going to take you from him.

No one.

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

I can totally see #6 with Heisenberg and y/n in YSLT

So can I, bestie!

😈😈😈

"... feels good, doesn't it?"

You hear him talking to you. It's impossible not to, of course, with the two of you mashed together, cheek-to-cheek. With you draped over him like a shawl.

A sweating, quivering, needy little shawl.

"Huh ...?" you ask hazily. He said something. A question. Of that you're certain. Beyond that, the details are a bit fuzzy.

You're not sure how Lord Heisenberg talked you into getting within grabbing distance.

You're also not clear on how he coaxed you into his lap. It must have taken some doing on his part ... Surely, you didn't just straddle his thighs without a good enough reason.

Right?

"I said," he whispers in your ear, the grin audible in his voice, "my thigh feels good, doesn't it?"

You nod, your face still buried in his neck. You can't look at him right now. You're mortified enough at the sounds coming out of you right now as you grind back and forth, the breathy little whimpers that are making him chuckle.

"Uh. Uh-huh," you pant, hips still swerving circle-eights, your needy, throbbing pussy rocking against Karl's hard thigh, clenching greedily on itself.

You slow down for just a moment, trying to get a grip on yourself, but he's not having any of that.

Karl's huge hands slide rudely down the back of your pants, startling you as he grabs a big handful of your ass. He jerks your hips forward in a rough approximation of the way you were moving before you tried to stop.

"My Lord, please -"

"Keep going."

You make a weak protest, made even weaker by the fact that you still can't lift your head. Your arms tighten around his neck.

"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going ... C'mon, you're almost there, I can feel it ..."

You resume the rhythm from before. He still won't let go, along for the ride and jerking you hard whenever you falter or slow down.

With his scent and yours clinging to the air, intermingling in the cloud of heat enveloping the both of you, with his hands burning twin brands into your bare bottom, you couldn't stop your orgasm if you tried.

It slams through you relentlessly, spiraling out from your needy clit as your cunt grips and grips and grips on nothing. You wail that you're cumming, practically sobbing it over and over, but Karl doesn't stop until he's satisfied that he's wrung every lingering aftershock out of you. Until you're collapsed against him like a limp little ragdoll, held aloft only by his hands.

He holds you away from him, getting a nice, long look at your face. He's holding your face, smirking brazenly at the mess he's made of you. "Sweet thing," he murmurs before he kisses you, surpringly gentle in his victory.

He doesn't gloat for very long, though, opting to pull you back into his arms.

“See what you get when you behave?” he says.

"Y ... Yes, my L ... Yes, Karl ... Yes ..."

"Good girl. Now ..."

He grabs your hips again, but this time he shifts you upwards. You're not straddling his thigh anymore. You straddling ... him.

The whole hot, hard, unforgiving length of him.

"... What do you suppose I get in return?"

- M. 💕💕💕

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hi, I was hopefully I could request a fem reader x heinsburg from the resident evil series, maybe like the reader is mother miranda daughter and uses reader to keep an eye on all the other characters but her and heinsburg fall in love, and maybe get married in secret or maybe they leave the village just before it blows up and live a happy life together

.⋆｡To Our End｡⋆.

Karl Heisenberg x plus size reader

Change was coming and it was coming quickly but Heisenberg wouldn’t let either of them fall to the wayside without a proper goodbye

Warnings: canon typical violence, reader is one of Miranda’s children, angst, secret relationship, I try to follow the events of the game, mentions of death, ambiguous ending

WC: 1.5k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

Mother Miranda had her eyes everywhere in the village. She knew everything that happened in her domain and it was because of one of her daughters- Y/N. 

The youngest of her children, the most favoured. She blended into the shadows, moving with a quiet step and only leaving a chill breeze and a feeling of dread in her wake. Even Dimitrescu feared her and avoided her as much as possible.

Yet there was one who actively sought her out. 

“My darkest darling, how kind of you to bless me with your beauty on this dreary day.” Y/N stepped from the shadows of Heisenberg’s workshop and into the dim light with a bashful smile. The man had been hunched over his desk, toiling away on some new project of his but immediately stopped when he sensed her presence.

She practically fell into his outstretched arms in her haste to be in his embrace once more. The smell of motor oil and copper overwhelmed her senses as his warmth enveloped her. For a brief moment, the voices of all the people in town and Mother herself were chased away and her mind went quiet, as it always did when he was beside her.

A chuckle rumbled through his chest before the rugged man planted a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the feel of her soft body against him. “Mother has something planned and it’s big. She believes that it will succeed but I know that it will kill us all.” Her voice, like the shadows she inhabited, was wispy and weak. But it grabbed his attention even more than the most powerful of sirens.

“I suspected so. She has been quite fixated on her daughter as of late.” He hugged her tighter as one of his large hands travelled to the back of her neck so he could keep her pinned to him for as long as he could manage. “We’ll figure it out- we’ve survived before, we can do it again.”

She nodded and nuzzled into his touch but the fear that slowly grew in her belly could not be tamped out so easily.

——————

The lycans were going wild- like rabid dogs they constantly howled and snarled, eager to be let loose. Y/N could taste fear in the air, it clung to everything like smoke after a fire. There was only a small collection of villagers left, holed up in a single building at the edge of town. 

She snuck them food and medicine, leaving it on their doorstep but they never looked out. She heard babies crying as their mothers desperately tried to keep them quiet and her cold heart clenched behind her ribs. 

Mother’s call pulled her away from the survivors and she melted back into the shadows, reemerging in the church built for their maker. 

Donna and Angie were already perched in their usual chair, faithfully sitting in wait while Heisenberg was hugging the far wall, hat lowered over his face, at least until Y/N’s light footsteps filled the space.

Her eyes met the reflective glasses of her lover but did not remain there for long, lest the others realise the true nature of their affections. Dimitrescu stormed into the cavernous room, rage in her stride. “Why have you called us here?” She demanded, earning a scoff from Karl as he lit a cigarette. She levelled a glare at him before her attention turned to Y/N.

“You. Why has she called us?” Yet she remained silent, clasping her hands in front of her like the dutiful daughter she pretended to be. “Useless.” The giantess scoffed and turned her back on her youngest sister. Y/N felt Karl’s gaze still fixed upon her but she did not meet it. He loved to tease even when the risk was far greater than the reward.

“Mother is not here yet?” Moreau lumbered in next, carrying with him the sour smell of salt water and decaying kelp. 

“Do you see her here?” Karl retorted sarcastically as he breathed in the homegrown tobacco. Moreau ignored him and took his place beside Y/N, blocking her view of the others. She did not mind though, she preferred to be hidden from her ‘siblings’, it allowed her to watch the broad shoulders and overpowering stature of the man she loved without judgement or detection.

“Silence.” Miranda spoke through Y/N’s voice, immediately shutting up the bickering of her children. They did not turn to the youngest of them but instead to the altar where the air before it began to shimmer and warp as crows gathered together in a black mass that quickly took shape.

Y/N slunk back even further, her job now done as Mother appeared before her children. She trembled as anxiety mounts in her belly and her mind screams at her to run from whatever plan Miranda had for them. 

Five jars were lovingly placed on the altar, each one radiating a venomous yellow light and containing a dark object within them that was obscured by the fogged glass. “My children, this will be the greatest and most important task that I have bestowed upon you. These urns contain a new age for us, a new beginning of light and power. You will each receive one and I expect that you will guard it with your life.” 

Moreau took his quickly, tucking it into his bulbous chest as a mother would hold her infant. His glassy eyes filled with blind obedience- he would do anything for Mother’s approval.

The others rightfully hesitated but a withering look from their maker urged them forwards. Karl was the last to take his jar. His large calloused hand curled around the glass and he chanced a look at the shadowy figure to his right.

He could see the fear and the anxiety in her stance as clear as day. They both knew that this would be the last task that Mother would give them, their usefulness would run dry. 

He needed to act fast.

——————

“My love, we are in the middle of a war, do you really think a romantic night is necessary?” She asked but yet still approached him in the vast field wearing her best dress. The dark velvet clung to her generous curves in a way that drove the man insane with want.

He took her much smaller hand on his own and laid a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “That is exactly why we are having this night to ourselves. I wish for a perfect night with the woman I love before everything falls. Alcina has already been killed and I suspect that my number will soon be called.” His icy blue eyes, now not hidden by his dark glasses, reflected the bright moonlight like a still lake, capturing her in their beauty.

“Do not say that, we can fight this, we can survive.” She pleaded as he pressed another soft kiss to her inner wrist, savouring the way he could feel her heartbeat against his lips.

A chill breeze washed over them but neither of them were affected by the cold, they hadn’t been for decades. “Ethan Winters will stop at nothing to get his child back and not only have I angered him but I hold a piece of her. I just want you to grant me one last wish before I am to perish. Let me be selfish one more time.”

She shook her head. “Then he shall kill me too. I am one of Miranda’s children. I am a monster.” Karl smiled at her.

“You are not a monster, not like the rest of us. You use your gift to protect and to guide from the shadows. Ethan knows this and he will spare you.”

“What did you do?” Her voice carried off on the wind, weak with disbelief and grief for a loss she had not yet experienced.

“I made a deal. He gets his daughter and he helps me kill Miranda but he spares you. I suspect that I will not live to see dawn.” Tears black as night rolled down her full cheeks and he knew that she would fight him but she would not deny his request, she never could. 

“So, on my last night walking this Earth-“ Her hand remained in his grasp as he knelt on one knee before her. “-Let me make you my wife.” He produced a ring from the pocket of his coat. She gave a very undignified squeak and his eyes sparkled.

“Yes. Yes!” The dark metal, folded by his own hands, slid onto her finger, fitting perfectly as he knew it would. Y/N beamed and the shadows that naturally trailed behind her brightened to match her breathtaking smile. Before the ring even had the chance to settle against her skin, she threw herself into his strong arms, her lips connecting with his in a kiss that both radiated love and unimaginable fear.

Karl fell back into the long grass, dragging her soft body fully on top of him as the kiss quickly grew into something more. 

Their vows were howled into the night in shadow and in gunpowder, weaving together a tapestry that would never be completed. Their love, while born from evil, would last far beyond its destruction. They would love until their end.

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I don't remember if I've posted this before but heisenberg has such a big ego it's as big as grimace

[thefanficmonster]

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

[thewritersaddictions]

House Heisenberg: Karl Heisenberg- Scary Truth Part 2

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x pregnant!Fem!Reader

pov: Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, anger, mention of other resi 8 village characters, crying, confusion, Pregnancy scare, scared reader, pregnancy bump, confused Heisenberg, slight anger, a little bit of blame, fluff, cuteness, father material, slight smut, 18+, teasing, semi-public sex.

Summary: Afraid of telling Karl you are pregnant, so you wait til you can't hide it anymore.

A/n- firefly-graphics fro dividers

WC- 2.6k

Resident 8 Master List // House Heisenberg Master List

Everything was normal, until it wasn’t and I freaked out. Until I noticed that my period had yet to come and I was already late by a few days. The panic running through my body was enough to get me out of bed. Empty bed, I knew where Karl was every morning, he’d draw out a new design and have to create by the end of the day. Testing out the best of the best ideas.  

But this morning was different for me at least. Normally I would groggily make my way up to him, climb into his lap and warm myself back up. Instead, I rushed to the bathroom. The small and frantic reflection looking back at me nearly made me cry right there.  

No such thing has pregnancy test here in the mountain valley. Donna was the only person I could think of going to. Donna may have been the only person that I trusted. There wasn’t a chance I was going to tell Miranda about this, or about the potential new life that might be coming to the small town within those scary mountains. She’d scam me out of my potential baby.  

So, Donna it was. I gather myself up off the bathroom floor. Wiping the tears had managed to fall off my cheeks. I opened the door, and gathered what I would need to get over to Donna’s. A thick winter jacket, and my favorite pair of boots. I walked out of our bedroom. A soft morning glow was beaming into the room where the windows hadn’t been covered.  

I walked up to Karl. “Morning, love. I’ve got to go to Donna’s she needs some help with something.” I said as I kissed him nicely on the forehead. His arm coming to wrap around my waist, not yet letting me leave. “What do you mean she needs help? Donna never needs help that’s what she’s got her creepy ass dolls for.” Karl says reminding me of the creepy dolls that are littered around her domain. I tried to wiggle from his grasp but those strong arms kept me right by his side.  

The look of Karl not really believing me was what I was met with when I looked up at him. Long whisps of grey hair falling in front of his sharp features. I moved them from his face tucking them behind his ear. “I promise I’ll be back before you even notice that I’m gone.” I spoke. Cupping his cheek in my hand. The man was a burning furnace. Hot with every touch that I brought to his skin. He sighed heavily, “Fine, but take a Soldat with you at least for your safety.” Karl said, resting his hand on mine. I kissed him once more before I walked out of the workshop's doors with a Soldat trailing behind me.  

The walk to Donna's place was a cold and dark one. The valley kept most of the town in a pretty consistent darkness. Donna’s place wasn’t that much better. You could barely see it from the slopes of the mountains at Karls workshop. A large waterfall hiding the old home.  

When I reached the old home, there was Angie standing there in front of the door. She never gave me hope, nor did she like me very much. She eyes me as I walked up the porch. The Soldat standing just at the gates opening. “Donna?” I said the sound echoing through the homes walls, Angie was right behind me. “She’s in the living room, Y/n.” She said her voice high and even that echoed off the walls. The creeps and shiver climbed up my spine. I walked, Angie nearly busted in through the small door. Finding Donna right where she said she would be. Donna was sitting on the counter her dolls were surrounding her and now me.  

“What are you here for Y/n?” Angie questioned me, I swallowed hard. Donna turned her face still kept under the veil. “Y/n? It’s so nice to see you.” She said quietly. Normally I never really heard Donna talk but I guess in the presence of her own home she gave into the comfort of her own voice.  

“I needed someone to talk with about something personal.” I said, “Can I talk with you?” I asked. “Sure, Angie move some things for our guest to sit down.” Donna said. Within a snap Angie flew through the house moving the porcelain dolls out of the way. The jacket I had worn to walk to Donna I had discarded wrapping it around the chairs back, before taking a seat.  

“So, what’s wrong Y/n?” Donna questioned me. I sighed, thinking of my words carefully. “I think... Well, I want to think that I’m pregnant. But I’m not sure, and I didn’t want to go to Mother Mirandas. I just needed someone who I could trust and talk to about it.” I spoke. All the words falling out with a same cry near the end. I wasn’t able to see Donna's expression under her veil, but her voice gave it away. “Oh sweetheart. You and Karl? A mother and father!” Oh... This feels like a bad choice. “Did you come here to help me figure out if you were pregnant?” Donna asked. I only shook my head. My words I couldn’t trust right about now.  

Donna got up from the table, a little head nod to me. I followed behind her, that day she told me that I was in fact pregnant. Not with a boy or a girl, just told me that I was pregnant. ‘Are you going to tell him?’ She had asked me, I didn’t have an answer for her, I didn’t have an answer as I walked out of her home a bin of baked goods in my hands. The Soldat stood waiting, he looked so wasted. But still he stood and waited for me. I needed to tell him, but tell him right now. That was really necessary.  

So, the walk back was filled with rapid questions and thoughts. My own that were racing and the ones that I could only imagine that Karl would think of when I told him I was pregnant. The Soldat behind me sounded of broken metal scrapping against each other. It was making me more nervous the closer we got back to home.  

When I walked in the Soldat went slack. Tired I could only assume. I hadn’t notice that I had spent nearly all day at Donnas until the sky turned dark around me. Had the idea crossed my mind that maybe I wouldn’t need to tell Karl until it was absolutely needed.  

NO. 

No, it had crossed my mind. Crossed my mind so much that when I walked back into the workshop. Karl was right where I let him that morning, sitting there at the work bench working on yet another design for yet another creature. “Buttercup?” Karl said, I hadn’t been in the room for more than a few moments. “Yes sweetie.” I said calmly trying desperately to get my voice in control, along with the running thoughts.  

“You were gone all day long! You said you’d be back soon.” Karl said his voice was for the few times I had heard it was small. Quiet almost, like I had hurt him by being gone for so long. I smiled, at least he hadn’t asked me what Donna needed. I walked over to him. Climbing into his lap, like always he was warm to the touch and it had such an overwhelming sense of calm it brought with it. I fell right in to the normal way of our life.  

Without questions from Karl about my visit to Donnas. Karl let me sit right there, his hand coming to hold my gently up against his chest. The smell of metal and rubber coming into my senses lulling me to sleep that night. I never told him about finding out I was pregnant. It wasn’t something I had thought about when I was in his lap.  

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Months went by, some slow some fast. But that didn’t stop the growing stomach that was becoming hard to hide. The restless nights I had of no sleep to point where Karl would no longer sleep in the same bed as me. Maybe the guilt of not telling him afraid of his answer had kept me awake most nights.  

Karl wasn’t concerned I had kept my morning sickness to myself in the earlier days but this was becoming worse and worse. Harder and Harder to keep to myself. Something broke though, the ability to keep it secret. Karl was down in the factory working on one of his soldiers. “Karl!!” I yelled from the elevator. “We need to leave for Mirandas meeting.” I screamed from the door.  

“GOD DAMN IT.” Was all I heard come from a lower level and then a clung of tools hitting the ground. Murmurs of what I assumed were curses to Miranda about her damn meetings, but I was already going back up the elevator. I giggled at the small notice that this child might just turn out a little bit like him. I had talked with Donna multiple times after she told me I was pregnant.  

Donna had become my confidant. She always looked at me, I could feel it when we were at meetings. A small smile could seen through the black veil. Today was no different, at least from Donna it wasn’t, but not from Mother Miranda. We were late like always. A welding hammer that was hanging off of Karls shoulder. Karl walked with a strong sense of power that hung loose around the both of us.  

I on the other hand was a mess. I had a strange walk that was starting to become hard to hide, and I only wore the loose-fitting clothes that I managed to find in Karls's closet. Mother Miranda gave me an odd look at first, then looked away. Her view only staying on her precious child. She talked of new projects for all of the child to do. She talked about herself, and how she needed a strong suiter for her new daughter.  

Then she looked over at me. Her eyes creasing with great force. Overprotective as always Karl was more than ready to fight her right there and then. “Whatever you’re thinking about I’d sit down son.” Miranda said, walking away from her grand stance. Instead walking towards me, I was scared, but not only for myself but for my unborn child. The fear that washed over my face was evident to everyone. A weary pair of eyes looked from over Miranda shoulders. Donnas.  

“Y/n.” Miranda said. I moved my gaze over to her. Regal and scary was mother Miranda and she used it in every way possible with anyone and everything around her, and I was dumb to assume I would be out of that realm. “You’re keeping a secret from us all.” She said standing tall in front of me. Her eyes grazed down my body, a small frame. It was hard to miss a growing stomach.  

“Yes, yes you are. You haven’t told anyone yet you are so far along.” She said her words etching themselves into my brain. I hadn’t meant for it to go down this way, and yet here I was standing in front of everything about to be exposed. 

“What is she talking about?” Karl asked, his voice dropping ever so slightly. A concerned feature etching in his beautiful face. I was at loss of words. This wasn’t the place. This couldn’t be happening now. The tears that I didn’t know were coming had come rushing down my face.  

“You aren’t the brightest are you Heisenberg?” Miranda questioned. “Your lovely pet here, has been keeping a secret from you. And from me.” Miranda continued on. The tears continued to and the heart stopping feeling didn’t stop either. “A secret that would be a wonderful new addition to our family.” Karl was twisting in his seat. A supportive hand coming to clamp around mine. A soothing thumb rubbing circles into my hand. “Tell him Y/n. Tell all of us.” Miranda said. Her arms opening wide showing off a room of awaiting people  

I stumbled over my words for the first few seconds. “Go on tell him.” I looked over at Karl through falling tears that he gently wiped away for me. “I found out only a few months ago. I had a little help I didn’t want to tell you and then everything falls apart around me. I love you too much to let that happen. But I... we are...” I tired the words were getting caught in the back of my throat.  

“Oh, just say it already.” It was an order, a snap coming from Miranda. A small huff, before the words fell from my lips. “We are going to have a baby. I’m pregnant and kept it a secret from you. I’m so sorry. I know it can’t take back all the time I wasted by not telling you. I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just trying to...” The words end in the back of my throat, cut off by the anger that was pouring out of Karl.  

Anger towards Miranda. Not me, not all. Nothing but sweets gazes. “You dare say that it was as secret from you. This baby isn’t yours. Did you help create it? NO, now keep your fucking threats to yourself. And your baby snatching hands.” Karl screamed out to Miranda. With a soft sweep around the room his gazed landed on Donna. Fear rooted from him to her. A straight line. “Did you help Y/n?” He asked voice still filled with rage. A small shake of Donnas head was all the conformation he needed. Turning to look back at Miranda. “And if you dare fucking touch Donna or her freak doll Angie, I swear to God Miranda I will bring earth and hell on your ass. Now stay the fuck out of my life and my baby's life.” With that Karl was walking us out of the door.  

The walk home was quick, and when the doors to the workshop closed. Karl was on his knees in front of me. Hands throwing off the long loose-fitting clothes from my body. I was still to stunned by his words and actions at the meeting to notice the warmth that was flooding my body. The warmth was coming from Karl. His hands slightly and carefully grazing over the growing bump. No bigger than 4 months along. “You said you love me.” Karl said looking up at me. Those eyes, the eyes I fall in love with everyday looking up at me. I only shook my head. “Can you say it again?” He asked me. I smiled a mending smile. “I love you, Karl.” I spoke. My small hand coming to cover his larger one.  

“Y/n, god look so good like this.” Karl said, a cheeky look in his eyes. “All pregnant, and round just for me.” He said pressing a little kiss to my growing belly. “You aren’t mad?” I asked, fear was always there bound to come out in moments of absolute peacefulness. “No buttercup. I’m not mad I know why you didn’t say anything I understand all the fears. But I’m here for you buttercup. I’ll always be here for you and my kid.” He said kissing my bump a second time.  

Completed on 12/29/22

Posted on 12/30/22

House Heisenberg-

[weatheredleatherhat]

Not a request, but imagine Karl having a little petname for his S/O in german. which one would it be (besides Buttercup, of course), what would it mean and what would be the reasoning behind it? Plus, imagine Karl not wanting to tell them what it means cause he loves it when they keep guessing

Okay, so with a quick google, I think Bärchen might be the one. It means little bear, and I just... How cute is that? Fits even more when they get all grumpy over not knowing what it was. I like the thought that Karl sees his s/o in their sleepy state, hair all mussed and padding out of the bedroom on the hunt for something to drink, like a bear coming out of hibernation. He used it once, and you looked a little puzzled but there was a cute little wrinkle to your nose. Therefore, Bärchen was created and it... Just stuck.

His s/o has come up with many guesses over the time they're together. "Does it mean sweetheart?" they ask, eyes wide as they hope it's the right answer.

"Nope," he smirks, ruffling their hair. "You still buggin' me about that huh?"

"Honey," they blurt, nose wrinkled in determination.

"Close actually, but that's not it too."

They sigh dramatically as they fold their arms. "You're gonna have to tell me eventually.

"Sure thing, Bärchen."

Also, bonus points if their s/o is plus sized and/or hairy. Karl adores them just the way they are, and he would practically WORSHIP their soft thighs. His favourite things to grab onto when they're getting hot and heavy.

So yeah, got a little carried away. But I think Bärchen is the winner.

[heisendaddysimp]

A short Essay on why Heisenberg is Austrian and not German

(please get me some help, it's 2am and I've been watching Die Königin (the queen) all day long on Netflix)

Okay first of all — Karl Heisenberg is the most Austrian name I've ever heard. I literally have 2 or 3 great uncles called Karl :D

Second of all — Romania was once a province of the Habsburg monarchy. Let me dig deeper (but shortly) into history:

・under Leopold I, after the war against the turks, the princedom Siebenbürgen (containing Romania and other regions) became an Austrian province after forcing Michael I Apafi to hand it over to the Habsburger

・1690, after the death of Michael I Apafi, king Leopold I wrote the Leopoldinisches Diplom (leopoldian diploma) which said that Siebenbürgen is now inseparably associated with the Habsburg monarchy

・1699 Michael II Apafi fully gave Leopold I the princedom Siebenbürgen, the Vertrag von Karlowitz (contract of Karlowitz) legitimated this handing over between the Habsburg monarchy and the Osmanian empire

・1765 queen Maria Theresia and her son Joseph II declared Romania as separate, but still part of their territory

・on 31st October 1918, after the king died and before Austria became a democracy, Hungary parted from the Habsburg monarchy and until 1st December Romania stayed part of Hungary

Third of all — the economical part:

The princedom was rich of Gold, Silver, Copper, Lead, Iron, Mercury, Rock Salt, Antimonium, Arsenic, Earth Color, Marble, Chrysolite, Amethyst, Opal, Agate, China Clay, Bituminous Coal, Sulfur, Alum, Saltpeter and Mineral Springs. Thus there has been a small (compared to today) industry making paper, wine, brickworks, mills (including oil mills and sawmills) and, most important for the equation, having smelters for iron, hammer mills, rolling mills and more. And guess what? Romania is rich of Gold, Silver, coal and gas! Making it easy to build factories there and make good money!

And that's it. That's my small essay on why he's Austrian and not German (also I hate that there's literally no representation of Austrian people in media — and yes we speak German, but with an Austrian touch)

[heisendaddysimpswritings]

𝑩𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒚— 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

summary: your birthday came and your mother invited every lord to a party — including her arch nemesis heisenberg. but what she didn't know about was your growing interest for this mysterious man.

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pairing: Karl Heisenberg x fem!Dimitrescu!Reader

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tw: royal au

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It was a snowy winter evening, like so many have happened the days before. The lights in the village were dimmed, almost none of them existed at this time of day. Only in the big castle on top of a near mountain some lights still shone and that not without a reason.

The crying of a newborn echoed through the hallways. A new life saw the light of the day. It's name chosen from her mother was (name). She was later to be known as the fourth princess of the Dimitrescu family.

And this is the story about said girl. About her love for her family and her obedience towards her mother but also about the lust of a young woman and the desires she had. Only the gods know how her story will end.

....

"No not like that! The sigils have to be on the outside of the chairs!"

As you entered the big dining room you saw your mother, the current Lady of the Dimitrescu House, scolding one of her servants.

"(Name) my darling! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be up in your room with your maids trying on dresses?"

"We're finished already. I've chosen the red one."

And that wasn't a lie. In your whole 18 years of life you've never lied to your mother. Not even once. Not even a white lie.

"I'm glad you did! It's my personal favourite!"

You smiled, crossing your hands behind your back and walking up to her to inspect the table.

"Do we really have to hold a banquet for my birthday?"

"Of course we do have to! It's your 18th birthday after all! Everyone must see my now grown-up little (name)!"

You sighed and didn't say anything about it anymore. You knew your mother. She loved to celebrate herself and her family. Especially infront of the other Lords and their families. Especially infront of a certain family.

....

The evening came and so did your guests. One family after another arrived in Dimitrescu Castle, getting guided by servants into the dining room. There you and your family awaited the Lords' families, ready to greet them as soon as they set foot into the room.

First came the Beneviento family — the parents and her two daughters, Donna and Claudia. Your mother greeted them as if they were her own family. She often told you that the Dimitrescus and Benevientos were close with each other for decades.

After them the Moreau family with their son Salvatore. They and your mother had a relationship on buisness level, the greeting being more formal than the one before.

And as last did Lord Heisenberg. As always he was alone and came late to the celebration. Your mother despised him. For her he was the walking pest. "Man-thing" she'd always call him behind closed doors.

"Lord Heisenberg, I feared you wouldn't come anymore!"

"Initially I didn't want to but I just can't say no to a free meal with wine!"

His yellow eyes gazed over to your figure, you greeted him like all the others. He ignored this and proceeded to sit down at the table. Despite knowing he didn't, you felt like he never stopped fixating your body with his eyes.

The meal went on without any more comments of Lord Heisenberg, only your mother and the other families did small talk. Not even when your mother called out for a toast he said something, just raising his wine glass like everyone else did.

Despite wanting to he drew all your attention towards himself. You knew nothing about him. For you he was a big mystery, a man who didn't like to talk and even less about himself. You wondered how he was when he's all by himself. You wondered if he was like your mother or if he was different. You couldn't help but wonder so much about Lord Heisenberg.

The whole dinner got to much for you, you've never liked them and now even less. Even when it was over and everyone was just sitting at the table and talking you need a break. You need fresh air.

"Excuse me."

Wirhout explaining where you're heading to you stood up and left. Your mother followed your smale frame with a questioning look.

You went down the hallways until you finally reached your favorite spot — the balcony facing towards the village. You opened its doors and stepped out into the fresh evening air, goosebumps covering your skin and cheeks and nose turned into a rosy color. You rubbed your hands together and breathed onto them, hoping to get at least some warmth like that.

"I didn't think little miss (name) would flee onto a balcony."

You jumped and turned around, wondering who had caught you. Your eyes widened when you saw who was standing in the door frame.

"Lord Heisenberg, you scared me!"

He didn't say anything as he approached you, only a smirk plastered his face. He took place next to you, his back leaning against the railing, each of his elbows resting on it next to his, compared to yours, big frame. You turned towards him, leaning your hips against the cold stone.

"Why are you here lord?"

"I could ask you the same little miss."

You didn't know if you liked the nickname he gave you or not. He took a cigeratte and lit it, taking a pick huff from it.

"I needed to smoke. What's your excuse?"

You watched as he put the cigarette onto his lips, taking another huff from it. Your eyes wandered from his lips up to his scarred face, wondering how and why he got them. Wondering if it hurt much. Wondering if they still hurt.

"I just needed a break. I don't like those big gatherings."

Heisenberg laughed. You looked at him with a questioning expression, wondering what's so funny about your answer.

"As part of the Dimitrescu family I rather thought you're like the rest of them. More party-loving."

"I'm not. I'm rather by myself. In my room."

"You're one! A Dimitrescu who hates social gatherings and is introverted, something I thought I'll never see!"

He took a last huff of his cigarette before he rubbed its lit tip onto the stone and then threw it down the balcony.

Before you could even say anything or react he put one of your hair strands behind your ear, his gloved hand lightly touching your soft and cold skin, resting on it for a bit, his thumb grazing over it. You felt your face heat up, a blush crept onto your cheeks. Without any further words he let go of you and disappeared.

In shock of what happened you stood on the balcony for some more time until one of the servants found you and guided you to the entrance hall were your mother and sisters were saying good bye to the Lords, but one was missing. Lord Heisenberg already made his way home, not even saying goodbye to you.

Finally everyone was gone and you could slip into your nightgown, letting yourself fall onto your bed. As you sighed the memories of your interaction with Heisenberg. You again felt your face heat up and caught yourself thinking about things that could have happened instead of him just storming off. Unholy things that could have happened. You kicked your feet and put your hands over your face, trying to hide the deep red blush on the face as if someone would come in any moment.

You wanted to see him again. You needed to see him again. You needed to know more about him and why he did this. You just had to. But you knew it was nearly impossible. Your mother wouldn't let you go out of house, especially not if you told her you're going to visit her arch nemesis. Even less if she knew what he did, the only thing she'd do would be killing him with her own hands. You needed a plan. A plan to somehow sneak out and see him.

For the first time in your life you were dedicated to do something — even if it meant disobeying your mother.

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[margaretoakgrove]

Duke, you, Heisenberg: *hanging out together in the safe room of the Dimitrescu castle, enjoying the thought that even lady Dimitrescu herself cannot come in and kick you out of there*.

Alcina: *fiercely knocking at the safe room door, knowing that the three of you are inside* You miscreants, let me in! LET ME IN!!!

[lady-z-writes]

Been a long time...found this in my drafts.

Sequel of sorts to this post:

In which the group meets at the church and Reader is too distracted by Heisenberg finger-fucking her under the table...

His fingers. His thick God damn fingers...

You cross your legs, let out a quiet, shaky breath, and try to regain your focus.

He notices. Of course he does.

He's watching you out of the corner of his eye and you swear you hear a low chuckle in the back of his throat.

The table setting didn't give you enough space. This is torture. He knows just what he's doing when his hand trails to your thigh.

You jolt up, gasp a little, try to cover it with a cough and a reach for your glass. His hand remains. Minutes pass without any movement from either of you.

He's really fucking good at acting invested. Practiced. You're sure there's reason behind that.

His eyes trail toward Alcina who sits across the table, making demands for something - you aren't really sure. Your focus has been on keeping your breathing even, not drawing attention to yourself. It's a tough job.

Especially when he starts shifting his fingers to hike up your skirt. Your hand instinctively reaches for his when it's between your legs. You grip him, pleading without even looking at him. But his hand keeps moving, shoves yours off, and starts slipping his fingers underneath your panties.

You tense your leg muscles but it's too late - his hand shoves your crossed legs apart, his thick fingers play with your opening, dipping into your wetness.

He shifts in his chair and you imagine he's getting hard from this.

You try to look really focused on Miranda and Moreau's conversation, but Heisenberg's thick digit is just barely moving inside you, but it's curled at the knuckle so it's hitting you just right.

He's glancing at you once again and you're sure that he's completely aware of your little secret: aware that in the past few days you'd fingered yourself in hopes you come close to the pleasure he'd given you. Two fingers, pressure on your clit...it all got you to the point of climax, but nothing compared to his mouth, to his cock.

You swallow down more liquor, inhale sharply as he just barely shifts his finger against your g-spot - constant pressure, slow and deep...

Your thighs press together to stop his finger, but instead he slips another into you and you have to rest your elbows on the table, cover your mouth with your hands.

Heisenberg responds to something Miranda asks him - completely composed - his left hand free and swirling his drink in his glass. The casual way he's going about this, they're none the wiser.

And yet you're barely composed, making eye contact as best you can, but completely overcome with arousal.

This is so public, so wrong in front of all of them.

When you manage to take a breath, sip your drink, attempt composure, his fingers return roughly, hitting you so deep.

He chuckles at something, you're unsure, but the deep vibration reminds you of his damn mouth on your core.

You let out a tiny breath as you cum on his fingers. It takes everything in you not to thrust your hips against him, gain more friction. You shield your eyes from the group, looking at the table like you're in prayer.

His fingers don't stop.

This is going to be a long night.

[iguessigotta]

i've been thinking about this all day but haven't been able to really write it so now y'all gotta deal with it lmao

whatever you do, don't think about sitting in Karl Heisenberg's lap, facing him, with your legs around his waist. don't think about kissing up and down his neck and grinning when you hear his breath hitch. definitely don't think about sliding your fingers into his hair, feeling the shudder that runs across his shoulders, before grabbing and pulling his hair, forcing his head sideways - don't think about how hard he'd try to hide his gasp when he feels your teeth on his neck

just. don't think about it don't be like me

[thepatronsaintoffilth]

(more) horny heisenberg headcanon

You absolutely cannot give this man any form of carte blanche privileges because (and I cannot stress this enough) he don't know how to act. So freeuse? Out of the question. Unless you never want to walk straight again. Doesn't really stop him from trying though! We all know you'll give in eventually.

This motherfucker will swear up and down he's not the jealous type, he doesn't get jealous, and will absolutely toy with you mercilessly if YOU give off so much as a whiff of jealousy yourself .... but the second the shoe is on the other foot, you best believe he'll have whoever it is cornered out back, saying he "just wants to talk" while he's got every sharp metal thing in sight hovering in midair and pointed right at them. He's not the type to hold a grudge over it though ... at least not once he's in your guts, pounding the thought of any other person right out of you

Bite marks. Bite marks for days. He bites you out of sense of ownership. He wants you to bite him for the same reasons, but also because he's a masochist. If you ever get up the nerve to smack him around properly, you might get an honest-to-god swoon out of him

[naerwenia]

Stuff I’ve done and shared

My fics (all reader inserts unless otherwise stated)

Simon “Ghost” Riley from CoD:MW2: Frozen Sea, part 1  (Ao3)

Professor Mozus Trein from Disney’s Twisted Wonderland (all are Trein x Fem Reader): Stay,  (Ao3) Unfinished,  (Ao3) Careful Kisses,  (Ao3) Tight Red Rope,  (Ao3) Sinful Kisses, (Ao3) Looking for the cat (Ao3) Kinbaku (Ao3)

Grand Moff Tarkin from Star Wars: The Sword and the Scabbard,  (Ao3) No Kisses on the Mouth, part 1 & part 2,  (Ao3)

Grand Admiral Thrawn from Star Wars: Face of the Empire (Thrawn x Original Female Character)

William Afton from Five Nights at Freddy’s: Part of You (Forever) part 1, part 2 (Ao3) Lust and Murder  (Ao3)

Nemesis from Resident Evil: Nemesis, The Ultimate Weapon (Ao3)

Essays: Moon Knight, DID, & Self-Acceptance

Smutty audios I wanted to share with you, from Reddit, all NSFW:

The Night Shift (Springtrap, M4F, cnc)

Call of Duty audio list (includes Ghost, König, and Soap)

Grand Inquisitor Silvertongue (Star Wars, M4F, medical play)

Hot For Teacher & Hot For Teacher: Into the Fire (Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow, M4F)

The Riddler is Your Number One Fan! (Riddler, M4F, dubious consent)

Heisenberg’s Factory (RE8 Lord Heisenberg, M4F, dubious consent) Heisenberg Entertains (RE8 Lord Heisenberg, M4F, dub con)

The Perfect Bride (Eddie Gluskin, M4F, rape)

And some random things: Pic of me with my DBD earrings :) And me meeting Grand Moff Tarkin