#does this break canon? yeah probably fite me lmao

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Inked (Karl Heisenberg x gender neutral reader)

Alright, so basically I should be asleep, but I’m too excited about the fact that I’m FINALLY getting my half sleeve tomorrow. Like I’ve got like eleven tattoos now (I constantly forget some because I can’t see them daily like the ones behind my ears and the one on my lower back), but I still get that little thrill whenever my appointment date comes around. I already know it’s gonna be fuckin’ spicy, I can practically feel it already.

But then I got to thinking about Heisenberg (as you do), and how I’d want nothing more than for him to gimme some ink 👀 Remember kids, do your research, think your designs through and go to someone reputable! Not gonna lie I’m real tempted to get the tattoo described in this fic lmao. Or I was thinking about getting his key on my arm to keep filling in the slowly growing lower sleeve? Anyway, if I do it, I’ll be sharing it on here. 

Sorry, enough rambling on. Enjoy!! 

“You sure about this?”

His eyebrow raised as he looked up towards your face, searching for any clue that you wanted to back out. You huffed a little, impatient to get started as you repositioned on the metal table to get yourself as comfortable as you could be. “I’m sure,” you promised. “Just get started when you’re ready, and don’t worry about me. I can handle it.”

Karl had always been fascinated with your tattoos. Considering he’d never left the village, the act of pushing ink into skin was pretty much unheard of, and he’d only ever seen a couple in pictures. But when you’d showed up, when you started to become closer and platonic had become romantic, you could feel his fingertips brush over them occasionally during an intimate moment. He’d asked about them; what they were or what they meant to you, and you answered with a smile on your face. Your tattoos meant a lot to you; you had suffered hours of pain to get them, had babied them as they healed and put up with the itchiness that drove you up the wall a couple of days into the healing.

You knew that he was good with machines, and that he knew how to keep things sterile and clean. Plus, he had this knack for art that not many knew about. Soldat designs, schematics, even a couple of portraits, you’d seen dextrous fingers sketch things out with a look of concentration plain on his face. It was your favourite thing; sitting on his lap as he worked and watching plain paper turn into a work of art over the passage of time. You’d lamented wanting another tattoo occasionally, and finally asked directly if he wanted to try it out some time. He’d told you that he would do some research and come back to you.

Duke had been happy to get some books on the subject for the right price, and you’d seen him reading them in his spare time. He’d also been slightly amused at Karl’s order for body safe inks, but like the brilliant merchant he was, sure enough they were in the crate with your next supply drop. Karl had designed his own tattoo machine from what he’d seen in the books, making sure that it worked like a charm before starting to practice on his creations. After that, a handful of soldats could be seen roaming the factory halls with his first designs covering their arms and legs. Finally, he’d asked what you wanted to have on your skin forever. And you didn’t give it much time before answering.

You were aware that getting tattoos of a partner’s name was usually the kiss of death in a relationship, but the concept was flimsy around symbolism. You’d come to this backwards village not expecting to find love, but here you were. And you wanted to have that forever written onto your skin. So, your mind had been made up. You were sure.

The design had gone through a couple of changes until you were both satisfied with it, but you’d fallen in love with the one that was now stencilled on you. Heisenberg’s crest, horse head looking to the left and framed with an upturned horseshoe, with delicate buttercup flowers adorning the crest. You’d decided to have it on your upper thigh, near to the hip. “So it can be for our eyes only,” you had told Karl, making his eyes light up with happiness.

Karl gently rubbed your waist with a latex gloved hand, offering a small smile as he stretched his back before he started. “Alright, darlin’. Lemme know if we need a break, and we’ll stop. You ready?”

You nodded, and you bit the inside of your cheek as the familiar sting was dragged across your sting. Just because you liked tattoos didn’t mean that they were exactly a pleasant feeling. A couple of parts on the more sensitive areas made you suck in a breath, and Karl’s eyes quickly darted to your face as he paused to make sure you were okay. But once in the swing of things, you could see that he was pretty into the process. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the small bite of his lower lip as he focused on getting every part perfect. For someone who’d never done this on a live person, you were pretty impressed on how it was looking so far. The fact that you were safe in the knowledge that he’d made sure everything was satanised and as clean as humanly possible aided your relaxation about the whole thing.

With a final wipe down of the design, he sat up with a large grin on his face as he put the machine down on the table beside him. “We’re all finished,” he announced with a flourish, picking up a hand mirror and handing it to you so you could view his handiwork. “How’d you like it?”

Your smile matched his in it’s intensity as you stared at the newest addition to your body art. It was everything you wanted; clean lines, well shaded and coloured, and more importantly it would be a permanent reminder of Karl. “I love it,” you enthused, enraptured in looking at it from different angles. “Thank you.”

“Glad to be of service, Buttercup,” he chuckled, grabbing the small roll of cling film from the table. “We’ll get it wrapped up, and Duke promised to send over some cocoa butter with our delivery later today.”

You practically flew off the table as he finished wrapping up your thigh, pressing a loving kiss onto his lips as your arms looped around his neck. He made a hum of approval at your action, kissing you back with fervour as his arms coiled around your waist. “Is that my reward for a job well done?”

“I’ve got other things in mind for that,” you smirked, his brow arching at the implication.

In truth, there wasn’t really a way to make it up to him. He’d done something for you, something to make you happy, having to learn a whole new skill to do so. And now, you’d always have him nearby, whenever you brushed your hand against your leg in the future. And the thought made your heart fill until it threatened to spill over with adoration.

[explosivevictory]

SHIPPING INFO MEME

Answer the following for your muse so people know how shipping works on your blog.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?:

Bahahaha well obviously it’s Kiribaku, it’s the primary ship I write because it has such an ‘obviously this is gonna be a thing’ sort of vibe to it? I mean, even Bakugo’s VA has been heard saying Kirishima is the only one for him, they fit perfectly and despite Kirishima being the human personification of a sun, Bakugo never seems to feel tired or genuinely irritated around him, they work really well together. I have other ships for Bakugo, but the primary OTP is Kiribaku.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO WRITE WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

Almost anything, I’m a really chill person, I don’t give a fuck because it’s fiction, nobody gets hurt and given I can actually write NSFW quite well, I’m not uncomfortable writing it, I will however say I cannot and will not roleplay a plot where one half of a ship dies, I’ve experienced that in real life, it was over 10 years ago and yet TO THIS DAY, it’s still something that makes me emotionally break down, it’s a real trigger for my panic attacks so I just cant. People don’t seem to realise how traumatic an event like that truly is to a person.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Depends entirely on the characters age tbh, age gaps are really complicated and what you can be comfortable with will change depending on how old your character is, so say you have a 16-year-old muse, you’re not gonna wanna ship them with a 20-year-old are you? no because that feels super gross. (I did ship a 16-year-old with a 24-year-old once and I regretted nothing it was such a pure, innocent and so gosh darn supportive ship, I cry) However, you probably wouldn’t have much of an issue, with a 25-year-old dating someone who’s 29, same age gap, but they’re adults now. Age gaps are weird.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Yaaaasss, I like to stay as close to canon as possible, and that means I tend to stick to when muses have friction and don’t get along, making having to build that ship from scratch a necessity, most people don’t seem to get that, or want to accept that I wont just jump into my muse being snuggly with yours without some hint in canon that it could be possible in the near future. Say, Kirishima and Bakugo? They’re touchy already, they’re friendly already and Bakugo just naturally seems to gravitate towards him now, that’d be a ship I could just jump right into, because it’s THERE, IN CANON, IT’S RIGHT THERE, THE BASE FOR IT IS THERE ALREADY BUILT AND READY TO GO. Deku and Bakugo? O boi that’d take some work. Deku would need to learn how to talk to him, or at least need to let go of the idea that they were great friends before Bakugo’s quirk manifested, because they weren’t, and Bakugo knows that and the knowledge that he was so vile a person just keeps getting brought up because Deku won’t fucking drop the idea that they were ‘such great friends’ so much so that All Might has now started on it, which… doesn’t help. Deku needs to let him start fresh, with no expectations, no forced friendship, just… fresh start, and Bakugo needs to know how to accept that fresh start without blowing it up, literally. 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED N.SFW?

Do the genitals get mentioned in any way? There u go it’s NSFW.

WHO ARE OTHER THE CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Other than Kiribaku, and Shinbaku that I rp with Remy, I’d also love to try Bakukami, those are pretty much it tbh.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Lmao yes, I’m picky, our writing has to click, I have to be able to talk to you OOC without feeling exhausted, and you have to accept that I’m not always around, I work all the time.  

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

Is ‘always’ an acceptable answer?

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

I like my ships, ngl.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

Yaaasss

WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

Kiribaku and Hotwings (both of them, Dabi/Hawks AND Endeavor/Hawks, fite me) plus Shinbaku because I said so.  

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Write with me, maybe make small hints if you see a potential for a ship, usually I’ll probably come to u about it first if I’m interested but yeah, you can try if you like, just accept that I’m busy an might not always answer :’D.    

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