#karl heisenberg fluff

[gamergoddess003]

Am I gonna die?!🥴🫠🤤

(Part 1)

[rengokuneedshugs]

More hisenberg rlly I like the whole vibe of what

You write lopp

Oooh absolutely my dear! These will be headcanons for a cuddly day with Karl! I hope you enjoy!!!

Karl Heisenberg Cuddle! Headcanons!

He'll never say it but he loves to cuddle

It's close and warm

He's never had good touches so cuddles and snuggles are like gold to him

His so called family was never kind to him and so these days where the two of you don't have anything to do are his favorite

He used to hold himself up in his workshop finding anything to do

But now he doesn't want anything

Just you

He wants to hold you close to his chest to feel that warmth of his lover in his arms

Sometimes the two of you stay in bed all day just holding each other

cuddling is his destress time so he tries to get it as much as possible

He also loves to feel/hear your heartbeat

It's an anxiety reliever for him

But he'll never fess up to having anxiety or even panic attacks

That's okay though

You're with him through thick and thin

It's never a hard feat to calm him through cuddles though

Every now and again when he decides he wants to do nothing but cuddle he'll search the factory until he finds you

And when he does he picks you up and carries you to bed

What's that? you have things to do?

Nah

It can wait

Pet his hair

He loves it so much

Sometimes you could swear he starts falling asleep as soon as you touch him

And if you have nails

Oh goodness the nails

He loves it when you scratch his scalp and back

when the two of you lay down to cuddle most the time he's shirtless and you ofc take advantage of the back scratchy times

You're one of the only people he'll let see him without a shirt so cherish that

Long story short he needs love and affection and cuddles to the max

He can't even sleep right without you in his arms

He's down bad and he's okay with it

He loves those quiet moments after you share a goodnight and doze off in each others arms

They're some of his favorites

WELP that's all for this one but if you want more cuddly heisenberg things let me know PLEASE my brain is actually full of this stuff i just want to share the love BUT as always have an amazing day/evening/night and thank you for reading i hope you enjoyed! Make sure to drink some water today and eat a whole meal! And if you enjoyed share some love and if you have any ideas or questions you can AMA!!!!

[thefanficmonster]

Hi! I just had a thing: can I get Karl with a multilingual fem s/o calling him something like “mi vida,” “mi amor,” or “corazón” for the first time? Like, maybe up to this point, she’s been mostly calling him pet names in English. When the change happens is up to you.

Awww certainly, darling! Hope you enjoy these headcanons 💕

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

Warnings: MINOR SPOILERS for Resident Evil Village, Swearing (?)

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comfort Fluff

Summary: see request above

- At first he thinks he might've misheard you, raising an eyebrow as he turns away from his work table to look at you, "What was that?"

- You're taken aback by it for a second, looking at him confusedly, "Hmm?" but you put two and two together rather quickly, "Oh, 'mi amor'? It means 'my love'."

- A smirk makes its way onto your lover's face, "You're charming me in several languages now, huh?"

- Your cheeks heat up, but you're nothing short of a pro flirt so standing your ground comes naturally, "Is it working?"

- “You could charm me with just a look, darling.” He replies, the smirk on his face coupled with the tone of is voice making you swoon

- “I like switching it up, keeps you on your toes, doesn’t it, corazón?”

- It sure does. Gets his heart racing every time

- But he doesn’t say that

- Instead, he murmurs, “Minx...” before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in for a sweet but still pretty damn passionate kiss

- Karl has his way of keeping you on your toes as well ;)

[fridgemagnethusband]

Die Schöne und das Biest

Interlude I: A Posture of Servitude

me, making my return to the RE scene with so much egg on my face: HEY YOU GUYS STILL HAVE THE HOTS FOR THIS OLD MAN, RIGHT?

to add insult to the injury of not updating for a year, i've also filled a sock with pennies and intend on slugging you all in the back of the head with it in the form of an Angsty Interlude™!!

"but gab!! what kind of fic has an interlude?"

dude, i don't know. this one i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

all that aside, nothing says "i've missed you all dearly" quite like our faves arguing. enjoy, buttercups <3

As it happens, you did not “see soon enough”. 

You weren’t even afforded the chance to, on account of the fact that you hadn’t had any contact with Heisenberg since your last conversation some several weeks prior. Even still, his words resounded in your ears as clear as the day he spoke them.

“Say, until I’ve caught this beast of ours, do me a favor and stay inside the factory grounds, huh?” He tightened the laces of his boots on the final step of the stairs and stood, brushing past you in the entryway as though he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.

“What? But I-”

“No exceptions,” he cuts you off. “I’m not about to go to the trouble of looking for a new assistant, and you’ve got more than enough reading to keep you occupied for now. I can drop supply lists off to the Duke on my way to meetings. You’ll leave them on your clipboard,” he stated matter-of-factly, roughly pulling on his coat. “You’re not religious, are you?”

“Well no, but I-”

"Good, no need to go to the church then either. I’ll see you at dinner.”

You weren’t given a moment to respond before the door to the flat was shut in your face. You spluttered indignantly as you pulled your own coat on and chased after him, struggling to shove your feet into your boots in your hurried state. By the time you made it fully out the door, the echo of his footsteps were already fading, his long shadow stretching across the floor in the dim light of the factory floor.

“Heisenberg, wait!” The groans and creaks of the factory swallowed your shouts as he strode onto the lift, shutting the cage behind him with a finality you didn’t recognize at the time. You stumbled over your untied boots and crashed into it, the momentum of your haste causing it to rattle. He didn’t spare you so much as a glance at the sound, which only served to make you more frustrated. You wove your fingers through the iron lattice, the cold metal biting your fingers, and searched his face for any signs of concession. 

“Don’t you think this is a bit excessive? I understand not allowing me into the woods, but asking me not to go into the village?"

“Telling.”

“What?”

“I’m not asking, I’m telling. You’re to stay within the factory grounds while I deal with this. I mean it, kid.”

Your thoughts raced, frantically looking for a way to outrun your newly acquired leash.

“What about the animals?”

“Sure, the stables are close enough, and I’m no good at collecting those damned eggs anyhow,” he threw a couple of levers before turning back to level you with an uncharacteristically stern look. “But no further. Do I make myself clear?”

You took a moment to measure the hard lines of his face and swallowed, giving an imperceptibly small nod.

“Y/N,” he growled, his voice a warning.

Your gazes locked, and you set your jaw at his tone before disentangling yourself and taking a step back from the cage. You brush your front off and clasp your hands neatly, adopting a posture of servitude.

“Yes, Lord Heisenberg.”

The steel of his eyes instantly darkened, and the strings of regret silently vibrated in your chest, plucked over and over as the weight of his title hung electric in the air between you. He moistened his lips, perhaps in preparation of all the words he wanted to say, but all he could manage was a single snarled word.

“Excellent.”

The lift lurched to life and Heisenberg sank into the factory, a turbulent cloud of steam from the unfamiliar machinery below left in his place. The strangely dense atmosphere engulfed you, and you breathed it in, its sickly sweet, slightly metallic scent your only hint as to what took place beneath your feet during the day.

You had stomped out into the yard, teeth gritted as though they could stop the anger rising in the back of your throat from spilling over, and took stock of just how much your world had shrunk over the course of a single one-sided conversation. Your vision swam as frustrated tears gathered in your eyes, and you wiped them away with a quick jerk of the back of your hand. It wasn’t as though you spent all that much time outside the factory grounds to begin with, but something about having the option to come and go as you pleased being taken away from you made you feel less like an assistant and more like a captive. 

What would become of your days off? Your visits to the Duke, or your parents? Foraging and fishing? The cottage?

Your irritation carried you to the stable, and you steadied yourself against the fence as you looked down the forest path, mind already wandering back to the herbalist’s humble lodgings. If the journal you’d taken with you was anything to go by, the little house held too many of the village’s secrets to resist, even if that meant disobeying Lord Heisenberg to get to them.

Lord Heisenberg. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, wincing as the exchange ran tormentous circles in your head. The combined weight of his look and your remorse could have carried you to the bottom of the reservoir ten times over.

If I were allowed near it, that is.

You exhaled through your mouth, gathering yourself as you considered the next course of action. You hesitated to entertain thoughts of defying orders so soon, but you weren’t above bargaining. 

“I’ll start with an apology, and then I’ll talk some sense into him over dinner,” you’d affirmed, crossing your arms against the chill of the morning. 

But dinner never came.

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[melty-flapjack]

Karla's Buttercup

Pairing: Karla Heisenberg/reader

Genre: Domestic Fluff

Word count: 619

A/N: me when um women um girls um i like kissing women on the lips also this is 100% self-indulgent and inspired by the Classyfruit art and Fridgemagnethusbands cosplay dywvwdsusbkvcqdha

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“-and I was just lucky I had more affinity to the stuff than the other poor fuckers in the village, y’know?” Karla waves her cigar in the air. She brings it to her lips and takes a long puff in, as you place gentle kisses on her cheek. She’d been sitting in the lone steel chair in the factory, going on about her metal army and her “family” while you straddled her lap and listened. Her eyes meet yours as she takes the cigar out of her mouth and does her signature cocky smirk. “You’re adorable, buttercup” “Shut up” You bury your face in her neck, and feel her smirk grow. She smelled strongly of oil, and something metallic. Blood, maybe. Probably. Definitely. You knew what she did in the deeper level of the factory of course, she'd shown you it many times excitedly. It didn’t bother you, though. How could it? You loved Karla with your whole heart. Her strong arms squeeze you even closer to her. She could crush you like a bug and you’d let her. You nuzzle closer, enjoying your time together. “Karla!” You yelp as she suddenly scoops you up bridal-style. She laughs and stands up, moving towards the elevator door. You both enter, and she lets her cigarette fall from her hands, and grinds it into the floor. “Wanna see what I’ve been working on, Dolly?” She grins at you and you bury your red face in her coat. She laughs again and presses a button for one of the lower floors. Her hand slyly reaches to move your hair out of your face. "Karla-!" You squirm. "Yes, darlin’?” “You got oil on me!” “Good.” You giggle and kiss her cheek again. Your smile falls as you think about what the Soldats could do to you. Karla notices and brings her face closer to yours. “Don’t worry darlin’, I won’t let them hurt you.” She kisses the tip of your nose and watches happily as you let out a small smile. The elevator dings and the door opens. You grumble as she sets you down on the factory floor. She makes it up to you by grabbing your hand above your head and twirling you, before pulling you into a deep kiss. Her shit-eating grin only grows wider upon seeing you breathless after. She grabs your hand and pulls you deeper into the factory. She pulls you into a room and exclaims- “This!” She gestures at the powered-down soldat, sitting on a chair behind a glass wall. “Is how I’m going to defeat that bitch.” Her strong arms pull a lever to turn on the rest of the lights, and you get a better look at the soldat. Its head has been replaced by an aircraft engine, and you notice its lack of arms as well. Karla steps forward, pulling her gloves from her trench coat pocket and putting them on her calloused hands. “His name’s Sturm” She states proudly. You cock your head. “What’s on your mind, buttercup?” “It’s cute.” “It’s a soldat, love”. “I meant it’s cute that you name them, silly” “It-It-s not-”. You place your thumb over her bottom lip and her babbling stops. “I think you’re cuter, though.” You close the gap between the two of you with a kiss. Her lips are slightly chapped, yet they're sweet. Like her. Your hand reaches up and cups her cheek, and in response she wraps her arms around your waist. You both stand there, enjoying the kiss, but the need for air consumes you and you pull away slowly to a blushing Karla. “I love you, Karla” “I-” “I love you too, buttercup.”

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[thewritersaddictions]

House Heisenberg: Karl Heisenberg- Christmas Tree

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Cute banter, fluff, Christmas time, contest, ego tested, workshop area, cheating the rules.

Summary: A contest between Y/n and Karl to build a Christmas tree out of the supplies around the shop. Whoever wins gets to have their tree used during Christmas.

A/n- Firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 951

Resident Evil 8 Master List // House Heisenberg Master List

“I just thought that it would be cool if the two of us celebrated Christmas.” Y/n said. She always talked about Christmas. The entire time she had been here in the valley. She rambled on about practically everything that had to deal with Christmas. It had been a long time since I had even thought about Christmas. 

During my time in the war, I heard the holly jolly terms being thrown around and the songs that were supposed to bring on joy being sung as we marched into battle. But when those guns came ablaze the tunes and terms stopped.

That was truly the last time I had heard anyone talk about it. Mother Miranda was too stuck in her ideals of getting what she wanted to talk about some stupid holiday or the terms of endearment it had around the rest of the world. 

Everyone here knew what Christmas was, we just didn’t celebrate it. Unless they were forced to get together, Mother Miranda wanted to make Alcina host. Not that that was very Christmas themed anyways. Regardless of that Y/n wanted to celebrate and that would involve getting a tree to start off the holiday with. 

She had caught me in the workshop. “We have to Karl.” Y/n said with a slight pout on her face before she looked up through thick lashes. I rolled my eyes and a heavy sigh left my lips. I turned in my seat, looking at her for the first time. There was a glint in her eyes, like she knew that the minute I saw her I was going to say yes. 

It wasn’t like I never said no to her, but she always had a way of getting what she wanted out of me. She was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and one of my flannels over her frame. Jeans that she had restored well over twenty times already. When I looked at her I saw a mini version of myself, and I was rather beautiful as a woman. 

I laughed, a deep belly laugh. Hand on her hips as she stood her ground about wanting to in her words “do Christmas”. I didn’t argue with her about that fact, that was just improper grammar and English. I instead just let Y/n do what she was going to do. 

I had enough materials around the shop for an idea in my head to work… Hopefully, it will work. “How about we make it a contest?’ I suggested. Y/n cocked her brow up. “What do you mean Karl?” She asked me. “We can have a contest about which one of us has a better tree and whoever wins can use it for the season.” I said explaining my idea. 

Y/n’s eyes beamed with joy. Happiness, “Of course, we can do that silly. We have to get started right now.” She said excitement practically dripping off of her. I went to say something but the look on her face was too strong and I didn’t want to explain why I didn’t want to do it right now. 

Y/n was a rather persuasive person, so of course she grabbed and dragged me toward the center of the workshop. “We have to do it today, well actually right now. Are there any rules?” Y/n asked me, her hand still wrapped around mine as we stood awkwardly in the center of the workshop. 

I hadn’t thought of rules. This idea had come to my head about three seconds after she said something regarding a tree. I looked around the shop. “We can only use the materials around the shop, and we have twenty minutes to make the tree.” I said quickly. Those weren’t really good rules, but it was that or no rules. 

She was jumping in front of me. “So let’s get started then.” She said happily. We sat back to back, I looked around the shop eyeing some heavy metal pieces that I could use to make a rather boring-looking tree. “Three.” I heard Y/n start behind me. “Two.” “One” And with that, I heard y/n start to move around me. Grabbing for tools and metals to create. 

I on the other hand waited nearly ten minutes before I started to reach, or rather flick my wrist to have a few large pieces of metal brought to me. I only needed a few pieces of wood to make a rickety base. Twenty minutes passed by quickly and before I knew it Y/n was yelling and screaming that the time was over. 

“When did you start tracking the time buttercup?” I asked her. She just winked and kept her tree behind her back. “We’ll show our trees at the same time. Okay?” Y/n said her most serious face on. I shook my head and reached around my holding my rather good-looking metal tree in my hand. 

Another count down and then there were in front of us. Y/n’s was smaller than mine, and a few random pieces that she had glued and zip tides together. “You’re is so cute and small.” I commented as I looked down at mine. Y/n eyed it with suspicion. “Did you cheat Karl?” She asked me. “Of course, I didn’t cheat Y/n. I would never do that.” I said. The tree that I had created was obviously better. Stood taller than Y/n’s and was made better. 

“I’ll let it pass since your tree is better than mine,” Y/n said as she stood on the tip of her toes to softly kiss me on my cheek. I tried not to blush at the small interaction.

Completed on: 01/30/23

Posted On: 01/31/23

House Heisenberg-

[your-local-gay-frog]

Entering – Navigation

Rules

Accepted:

Male!reader

Gn!reader

Trans masc!reader

Dom!reader

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Alcina Dimitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Not accepted:

Female!reader

Trans fem!reader

Sub!reader

Smut with trans masc!reader

Rape

Non-con

Waterspourts

Scat

Any other Resident Evil character

Masterlists:

Alcina Dimitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Exiting – Navigation

[ilywrites]

KARL HEISENBERG GENERAL HEADCANNONS

A/N - Finally got enough energy to actually finish something! I keep writing then disliking it and starting over again. I’ll eventually be posting more Heisenberg content along with Astarion or Gale. 👀 Enjoy!!

Warnings: None!

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- He cant sleep with a blanket on, like it literally would make him sweat to no end.

- You both would wake up to a pool of sweat if he did.

- Even if it’s cold outside, he stays warm. He’s like your own personal heater.

- So because of that he usually winds up being your blanket instead of using the actual one.

- Whether he is laying on you or you’re curled up in his arms. He is always whats keeping you warm.

- I also think he would like it whenever you sit in his lap.

- It makes him feel loved, plus he likes holding you.

- Speaking of which, he would totally carry you around the factory if you were too tired to walk.

- It’s time to go to bed? Say you’re too tired to go upstairs and boom he’s already carrying you.

- It’s no problem to him at all, i mean he carries a big ass hammer around he can carry you too.

- If you ever say something about being too heavy he’d reassure you that you aren’t.

- Though i don’t think he’d be amazing at reassuring, or words in general.

- He could show you he loves you through actions any day. But words? Probably not as much.

- He just doesn’t know how to, he barely knows how to love someone more or less tell them how much he does.

- If you really needed it though, he would try his hardest to tell you.

- I also believe he would bring little trinkets to you, maybe something he made or something he found lying around.

- He would brush it off as nothing but always stare and make sure you liked it.

- “If you don’t like it then too bad”

- This man would be the most stubborn person to deal with honestly.

- If you tried to tear him away from work to sleep or rest, he would either leave then go back after 5 minutes.

- Or he would just say no and ignore your persistence.

- All in all he is trying to be the best person he can be for you, he just needs time to do so.

[fairykazu]

LOVESICK FT. CRUSHING! HEIZOU

content // crushing! heizou, requited love, oblivious reader

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[gamergoddess003]

Am I gonna die? 🥴🫠🤤

(Part 2)

[cuddly-dean-baby]

Hello! If you have time, could you do some sfw and nsfw headcanons of Carlos x reader x Karl? Because that's the only thing I've been thinking and they give me so much serotonin 😌💞💕

I'm just gonna do some sfw headcanons if that's alright with you (might slip in some nsfw)

Oooooo

They love you sitting on their laps; Karl would be making something, you come along, pull his chair out a bit, sit yourself on his lap, he wouldn’t care. He'd would have a hand on your thigh/butt

With Carlos, I think it’ll be when he’s cleaning his guns. He'd have his arms around you

They’ll both give you kisses (some on your neck too)

If you’re wearing a hoodie/shirt of theirs whilst sitting on them

Ooooooh

You’re in for a ride (literally)

What else...?

They know you can look after yourself in the zombie/lycan world (if the lycans attack you)

But they worry

When you’re at Castle Dimitrescu, Karl doesn’t like it when you’re hanging out with Lady Super-Sized Bitch (his words)

He’s algood with Carlos hanging out with everyone else

But with you

Nope

You’re staying away from them

When you tell the two to go as you were trying to defeat the Nemesis, you’re gonna get in BIG trouble after you kill him

Along with helping Ethan defeat Mother Miranda

Now

Bedtime

The soft bedtime; cuddles

LOTS of cuddles

And innocent kiss

The intimate bedtime; oh Lord

They fight over on who gets what

You either tell them or tell them they’re not getting any at all

[rengokuneedshugs]

Hey hi! I saw the Heisenberg headcanons you wrote and I absolutely love them❤️ would you mind if I also make a request? I am obsessed with Heisenberg headcanons with a S/O who has ADHD

Oh my goodness! ofc!!! This is such a sweet request thank you so much Anon!! I'm also in the process of a fic that should come out soon so I hope you check that out when i post it!

Karl Heisenberg X ADHD! Reader

Karl didn't really pick up on your ADHD for a while there

He just thought you were really hyper

After a little bit of time it clicked

He always thinks it's funny when he walks into room that are halfway clean

Only to walk to the next and find it the same way

He'll follow the trail until he finds the room you somehow got roped into

After he finds you he does his best to help you clean and stay on track to finish the others too

He made you your own craft room for things you hyperfixate on and then leave for who knows how long

Every now and then when he notices you don't really have a project he'll bring up an old one in case it sparks your interest again

He loves seeing you work on things you love and when you put them away for who knows how long to start new things he still loves it

He thinks it's beyond cute when you zone out for a few minutes and just sit there

Although he knows it means your brains not working good so he always tries to find ways to help

And on days where your brain won't let you get things done you guys cuddle all day long

And when you have a dissociation day he always looks after you ten fold

He cares about you and when you have those days he feels so bad because he knows they suck

He isn't very educated on certain coping mechanisms so he does what he knows helps him

He holds you

He's never too sure what helps with certain things so he holds you to try and help

WELP that's all for today my lovelies i hope you enjoyed and if so drop some love and leave a request in my inbox if you have any ideas!!! Have an amazing day, night or evening and hydrate well!!!

[thefanficmonster]

Hello! Could you please write some headcanons for Lord Heisenberg and reader who has the ability to have prophetic dreams? Reader has never told about their ability to anyone but Karl and still cannot fully accept it. But Heisenberg is not Heisenberg if he is not interested in such an unusual thing. Can he help reader embrace their unique gift of seeing prophetic dreams? Thank you!

Oh that's such an interesting idea and what a wonderful gift to possess! I'm overjoyed to be writing about it and I hope you enjoy 💕

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

Warning: SPOILERS for RE Village, Mentions of human experimentation and PTSD, Crying

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: see request above

Karl had always known you were a part of the chain of experiments as well

That's what originally got you two bonding

However, apart from surface-level understanding on that common ground, you never dug deeper in conversation

He could tell you would rather not recall or mention those dark times

Which is why he never knew what to think - the reason you, on first glance, appeared to be powerless even after undergoing the procedures

He had a hard time believing you were a failed experiment cause he knows better than anyone how Miranda dealt with those

But without visible alterations to your human form or any obvious powers, he had a reason to believe you were an escapee Miranda never bothered to retrieve

He'd offered you a room at the factory, forming an alliance to keep you both above the tide of the witch's wrath

Which is why he was soon given a glimpse of your powers when one night he was awoken by your screams

Upon investigating he found you were still asleep and, as carefully as he could, he approached you and shook you awake

Your limp body, covered in cold sweat, fell into his arms, your tears dampening the sleeve of his shirt

Through tears, you informed him of what you saw in your dream - the day of reckoning, as you'd called it

The day an outsider would step into the village and commence a slaughter of its people

"He'll....he'll hurt you, Karl!"

Putting two and two together, Karl could almost smile to himself, proud of you for your gift

But the more you talked about it through the night, the more he realized you were far from proud of it yourself

"It's not normal! It's not something I wanted! I didn't want or deserve what happened to me. This is in no way compensation for ruining my life!" You'd argued, hugging the blanked close to your chest

Suddenly, the metal bed lifted with you still on it, causing you to yelp

"This isn't normal either, Y/N. But it's fulfilling knowing that I could jab a metal pipe in Miranda's heart with just a thought if I wanted to."

He carefully settled the bed back on the floor, "And you can foresee events and bend them to your liking."

You'd never put it that way yourself

You only saw your gift as a curse bestowed upon you by a horrible person under horrible circumstances

"These powers, gifts, they make us better for the time we spent being tortured. All the times we felt helpless. Now we're not so helpless, are we?"

When seen through that context, coming to terms with your gift didn't seem so hard

And knowing you possibly saved Karl's life by telling him about your dream, it makes it practically all worth it

[gayfloridaorangejuice]

I wish to be judged

throw your insults at me

[thewritersaddictions]

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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Oooo hello!! I'd like to request some headcanons for Karl Heisenberg with a boyfriend who's always tired and super touch starved? The kind of guy to beg Karl to come lay down with him so Karl can be his big spoon. I'm literally struggling to keep my eyes open as I type this lmao ( By the way, your anon asks are turned off! )

So what if the most dangerous Lord in the village could use a nap every once in a while?

A/N; yes ofc i gotchu. ty for requesting heisenberg, there's not nearly enough fluff content for him......... i'm so normal abt him i SWEAR. also ty for letting me know about the anon asks, that should be fixed now!!

Wordcount; 310

TW; none. unless you need to be warned about semi-domestic fluff

You've said it once and you'll say it again, there's no better place for a nap than Heisenberg's factory

It's warm, and the constant rumble of machinery is the perfect white noise, and there's a comfortingly smoky scent to the place--almost like a campfire--and really, it's no surprise that you get drowsy

Obviously Karl will never let you hear the end of it ("Am I boring you, buttercup?") and if he's not teasing you about your exhaustion, he's trying to ignore you. Keyword trying, because for someone who's ignoring you, he's quick to turn around and glance at you with an amused expression on his face

Eventually he'll say something along the lines of "if you're really that tired, you oughta go lay down" which usually results in you saying "not without you!"

Karl's endlessly stubborn, but you're endlessly stubborn as well, it's one of the traits that he likes about you, after all. So the two of you go back and forth: you plead with Karl to take a break and nap with you, Karl pretends to ignore you and makes sarcastic comments every time you yawn

This back and forth battle between the two of you can last anywhere from a minute to an hour, but when you hear Karl sigh deeply you know that you've won. It also probably helps that you're perched on one of his stools and lying facedown on a nearby tabletop, half-asleep already

He walks over to you with a slightly grudging look on his face (but there's a fond warmth in his eyes) and he claps his hand on your shoulder because he knows you appreciate the physical touch

Grumbles something about this being a "one-time thing" as you lead his out of his workshop... but you both know it's a lie

I mean. How could he ever say no to you?