How big is Heisenberg's cock? I feel like you'd know 🤔
17CM and thick, veins running along the shaft and uncircumcised. He doesn't shave often, though he keeps it lightly trimmed for you whenever he has time, as he is naturally quite hairy.
Usually the tip is a87183, though whenever he's too hard, it gets slightly darker, becoming #694867 and leaking beads of precum like a faucet. He has heavy balls due to lack of time to have sex or wank, though they're not that large.
WHO SAID THAT
94 notes
·
View notes
Mundane headcanon of the day
What if Heisenberg doesn’t or can’t cook and relies on the Duke or perhaps even Donna (or villagers?) to feed him. Because if they don’t take care of him it’s MREs, microwave meals, ramen, or grab and go. Something quick, and def not the healthiest.
But if he does cook, I’m not saying he’s this amazing chef, but more of ‘ah shit my body needs fuel again’. In my mind he cooks with vintage cast iron, and because of his generation, he’s totally one of those that DOES NOT clean his cast iron. It’s all considered “seasoning”. Gunk and bits and all the nasty. The only reason he hasn’t keeled over from massive food poisoning is bc of the Cadou and it’s regenerative properties. (Vaguely makes me think of my husband explaining something along the same lines from those old hank the cow dog books from his childhood.)
Either way, I can see him preferring rich, hearty meals for comfort, probably a bit in excess. (All hail the Heisentummy.)
67 notes
·
View notes
If were talking about RE i gotta get your opinion on Karl Heisenberg... that was my biggest hear me out for a long time
I want him inside me. No breaks, no change of positions, no time to recover, no after care, hanging upside down, with a spoon weirdly deep up my ass, doing magic tricks on it like Houdini.
Riding my phone isn't enough, it's going in now.
38 notes
·
View notes
considerate prompts: “here, take my jacket.” for Heis and Sonja?
@vodkafolie You got it 😭 thanks for still loving my kids though I need to wrap up their story someday!
"You should've just stayed home," Karl sighed bitterly, contrasting with the concern that was ever present in his eyes while he and Sonja continued their walk on the outskirts of Codrina.
"I haven't seen you in weeks," Sonja coughed into her right arm. Her voice became muffled against the material of her sweater. "It's not like you get away from the village often these days."
"True," Karl muttered. He hated to admit Sonja was right. Mother Miranda had the borders locked with an iron fist ever since a government agent came snooping around, making it impossible even for lords to come and go without vetting. "You could've sent word to the Duke and I could've come at a later time when you aren't puking your guts out."
Sonja made a face at him. "Heis, I have a cold. Not the flu. There's a difference."
Karl sighed again and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't like seeing you feeling like shit though, sweet pea."
Sonja smiled widely when she heard her nickname. A warm feeling spread throughout her chest. She had missed this. How Karl was both blunt and attentive.
"You worry too much about me," Sonja sniffled and stopped, watching Karl pause soon after. "I'm almost beginning to think you care."
Karl raised both his brows at Sonja and scoffed playfully. "If I didn't give a fuck about you, I wouldn't be here now would I?"
"I guess," Sonja shrugged while feigning hurt. "But it would be nice to hear 'I care about you Sonja' every once in a while instead of a caveman grunt of acknowledgement."
Karl rolled his eyes. "Fine. I care about you, Sonja. You happy now?"
"A little bit." Sonja laughed. It wasn't long before she began coughing again.
Karl's eyes roamed over Sonja's form while she was having a fit, making note of how she shook. It didn't help that Codrina was cold right now from the heavy rains that passed through. Even with her sweater, Sonja was freezing.
Furrowing his brows, Karl took off his long coat and presented it to her when the coughs subsided. "Here, take my jacket."
"Are you sure?"
"I insist," Karl said as a matter of fact, grinning for a moment before he put back on a glare after Sonja took the coat into her possession. He gestured for her to be quick. "Put it on before I change my mind. It's colder than my sisters toilet seat out here."
Sonja snorted, covering her mouth to suppress her laugh. She let out a light gasp when Karl gently grabbed a hold of her wrist and moved her hand away from her mouth.
"Heis, what are you doing?" Sonja asked softly.
"I like your laugh." Karl mused. His thumb gently glided over her skin. "Don't hide it. At least not from me."
Sonja and Karl's gazes locked for a time, until the tension in the air became too thick. Karl was the first to avert his gaze, letting Sonja's arm go. It wasn't long after that she put on Karl's coat, a content sigh pushed its way through Sonja when she felt the warmth from the jacket flood over her. Karl was always warm like a furnace. She couldn't help but think of the factory. Though that had been a dark time in her life, Sonja did miss it some. His presence most of all.
"Smells like you." Sonja murmured.
Karl smirked. "I'll have you know, I did shower recently."
"I'm not saying it's bad," Sonja chuckled. "I'm saying I like it."
"C'mere." Karl didn't wait for Sonja to answer. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body. He pressed his lips to her forehead, tasting the sweat that had been coming off her skin. Thanks to the Cadou, Karl could detect how long Sonja had been battling this cold. He sighed sadly, not wanting her to endure anymore.
"I should take you home. You're not gonna last much longer out here. Can taste how sick you are."
Karl froze when he felt Sonja's arms wrap around him in return. The nuzzle from her as she lay her head against his chest made him stifle a laugh. No one had ever done that before to him. It was strange, but he more or less enjoyed it.
"Just a little longer," Sonja pleaded. "I don't want you to go yet."
Karl swallowed. He felt the Cadou in his chest gently tighten around his heart, attempting to get the organ to calm itself. He smiled so big it began to hurt, realizing there isn't anything he wouldn't do for her. As soon as it came, Karl's smile faltered at the epiphany. This was dangerous. For both her and him.
He should've shoved her away. This relationship shouldn't have carried on for as long as it had. It was going to end terribly for the both of them. Karl could see it. Could see the misery that would come, like an oracle foretelling the future and what it held in store. Yet he ignored the warnings, and indulged in the most basic of human needs he had: to be cared for and dare say loved.
"I'm not going anywhere, sweet pea." Karl murmured against Sonja's head. He closed his eyes, wishing he had the strength to detach himself but how could he when this felt good, when this felt real?
If you like my work and feel generous, feel free to donate to my ko-fi account or my cash app account!
Cash App: $JayRex1463
14 notes
·
View notes