#karl heisenberg x gn reader

[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

#resident evil #resident evil fluff #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 3 #resident evil village #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x male reader #carlos oliveira fluff #karl heisenberg #karl herisenberg fluff #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x male reader #carlos oliveira x gn reader #karl heisenberg x gn reader

[struckd0wn]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚- 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐠

CW:CNC

Heisenberg is finally back from his workshop, returning to the makeshift room you had set up for the both of you in his factory. He removes his jacket, draping it over a chair before he stands over the bed. You're sleeping there, laying on your stomach in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. He watches your face, cheeks squished against the pillow. One of your legs hiked up, the fabric of your boxers slightly riding up to reveal the soft flesh of your ass. The shirt you wore is pushed up too in result of you turning in bed, exposing your hips and waist to the elder man.

He discards his hat and glasses before sitting down on the open spot next to you. Karl can barely help himself as his hand slowly moves to the flesh of your ass, massaging it between his fingers. You stir slightly and he stops, watching you turn over onto your back. Now he can see your soft stomach, your head is turned away from him, neck on full display. Your boxer shorts are in a bit of disarray and Heisenberg can see where your happy trail leads down to your groan.

He moves quietly, not wanting to wake you up as he slowly pulls down your underwear. Your legs attempt to close due to the sudden cold air that hits your exposed lower half, but he holds them open. You turn you head again, brows furrowed in slight discomfort. Heisenberg decided to help you, leaning down to take you into his mouth, sheltering you from the cold. But now you struggle with another dilemma as he sucks at your clit, swirling it around in his mouth.You wake finally to the older man in between you legs, lapping at you, desperate to feel you release on his tongue. Your moan is rough, muffled by your tiredness, reaching out to pull at his hair. Karl holds your legs down as he proceeds, making you cum on his face. You whimper between hurried breathing, pushing him away as he begin to overestimate you. He pulls away from you, meeting your eyes with a mischievous grin.

"Hello, sleepyhead."

#ftm reader #smut #trans reader #transmasc reader #karl heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #gn reader #gender nuetral reader

[un-named-thing]

I saw your getting back into Resident Evil so I thought I'd give you something to write.

So this will be a gender neutral reader with the villains or antagonist as some may call getting praised and how they would react, it doesn't have to be all it can be a few, or the ones from your favourite Resident Evil game.

Delete or ignore if you don't feel up to this.

I only did male characters cause why not

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Resident evil characters x gn!reader

Summary: how different resident evil characters react to you praising them.

Cw: fluff, kinda suggestive,

Leon Kennedy:

The way leon reacts to praise depends on which leon we're talking about.

Re2 leon either way would get quite flustered but if it's in a suggestive setting then he can't even speak proper sentences. Basically becomes a flustered mess.

Leon after re2 would most like simply say thank you, or not respond at all. However in a suggestive situation he is once again a mess. Maybe not so much but kinda similar.

Chris Redfeild:

In a general setting, he smiles If you praise him. He'd laugh while saying thank you. He loves to hear praise from you.

In a suggestive setting he's more cocky and praise you back. He loves to hear your praise in this type of setting even more.

Carlos Oliveira:

He eats this shit up. He loves it. Will get all gidy and happy if you praise him.

This man is quite a cocky mf. So in a more suggestive situation he's saying something cocky in return if he's not a blushing mess.

Albert Wesker:

He's a slight bitch. I'm not joking here.

In general he would say a simple thank you or sometimes not even respond. But there is that moment when he actually appreciates the prasie.

In a suggestive situation. He's laughing at you. (Not like in a bad way) but he likes it. He adores it when you praise him in a suggestive situation.

Billy coen:

He's the type to at first laugh praise of and then realise its genuine. I have a feeling this man isn't exactly used to praise.

He'd most likely laugh of any type of praise before just, blushing and realising you mean it.

In a suggestive setting, he loves to hear you praise him and just looked at you with the most love struck eyes in the world.

Ethan Winters:

Ethan in general he likes praise alot. If you praise him he would smile and blush. Laughing in slight embarrassment.

In a suggestive situation he's is a mess. He blushes alot and tries to shut you up even tho he doesn't want you to.

Karl Heisenberg:

100% isn't used to praise and doesn't know how to react.

In general he's just shocked that you praised him at all. He gets so confused. But loves it straight away

In a suggestive setting he is less shocked at the praise. He wants you to praise him. He almost begs for it. And absolutely melts when you do praise him.

Jake Muller:

Why do I feel like most of these men don't get much praise, jake muller being one of them.

He thought you where joking the first time but then he kinda froze for a second and then was like 'okay then.'

In a suggestive situation he'd kiss you to shut you up but he wants you to keep praising him. It does something to him.

Luis sera:

We all know what this man is like, right.

He would be so flattered if you praised him. Just like all the rest, he loves the praise. It boosts his ego.

In a suggestive situation if you praise him it makes him all cocky and confident. And he just wants to hear you.

Piers Nivans:

If you praise him simply just in general, for achieving something or something along those lines, it brings a smile to his face. He'd blush and absolutely love the attention.

If it's in a more suggestive setting he would blush like crazy and attempted to hide his face.

He'd blush even harder if you make alot of direct eye contact or try and take his hands away from his face.

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Some of these men desperately need praise.

#resident evil #resident evil x gn reader #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy #chris redfeild #carlos oliveira #albert wesker #billy coen #ethan winters #karl heisenberg #jake muller #luis sera #piers nivans

[hobvitr]

alright my resident evil village brainrot came back and i would really love to write smth about the characters, im accepting requests for the tagged ones !!

#resident evil village #ethan winters x reader #alcina dimitriscu x reader #donna benevento x reader #chris redfield x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #re village #lady dimitrescu #fem!reader #gn!reader

[fluffthecloud]

Cuddle Bug

Karl Heisenberg x GN Reader

Summary: Karl and Reader just cuddle and give each other butterfly kisses all day because Karl worked too hard yesterday and made the reader worry so he has to make it up to them.

Genre: Fluff

Request: ✔️

Warnings: N/A

Tags: @nezla

Karl was stuck in bed; he wasn’t sick or anything, it’s just that he was being “punished” as Y/N stated. It wasn’t really much as one since Y/N was here, if they weren’t then he probably would’ve thought of this as a punishment.

Now when you fully woke up, you woke up and went back to sleep after Karl tried to leave to bed, you gave Heisenburg kisses all over his face, which made him smile. Now when you tried to sit up Heisenburg just pulled you back down into bed.

You didn’t complain as it meant that Karl was finally taking a break after yesterday, after all he was working on some new machine that kept failing and barely took breaks unless you begged him to. Now the way you two were laying it was with you at his side, his arm around you and your head on his check as he rubbed your arm. Every now and again you two would move to give each other a kiss.

Sadly, you two had to get up at some point to get some food and drinks so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable while cuddling. Once you two returned with the food and drink you sat at the top of the bed with Karl in your lap, and you played with his hair just silently enjoying each other’s company, every now and again at random times Heisenburg would grab Y/N hand and kiss their palm.

And that’s how the day went, you two just cuddling switching around who was the big and little spoon, but when one of you went to the bathroom or grabbed some more snacks or get a refill of whatever drink you got.

When that next day came, Hesienburg went right back to work, but took breaks whenever you said he should or when his body said to take one. 

#karl heisenburg x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #karl heisenberg #resident evil

[possums6969420]

#resident evil village #fanfics #x male y/n #age regression #x male reader #x yn #x reader #x gn reader #x male yn #karl heisenberg #little reader #little space

[wallflowerimagines]

Egg's Masterlist

🌺🪷For all my favorite Wallflowers🌸🌼

Last Updated: 4/21/2023

Resident Evil 8: Village

All Four Lords

The Lords React to You Using Slang

The Lords With An Emotionally Distant Partner

The Lords with a Bloodborne Hunter Partner

Virgin Reader wants the Lords as their First

The Lords With a Firebending Partner

The Lords With a Shy but (Hardcore) Protective Partner

Their Partner is Eva Reincarnated

The Lords with a Playfully Affectionate Partner

Their Partner Gets a New Tattoo

Their Partner Dies(Angst)

The Lords + Dimitrescu Daughters React to You going to College

With a Bony, but Cuddly Partner

The Lords With a HANDSY Partner

Their Partner Can See Ghosts

Their Partner Has Chronic Pain

The Lords x Buff! Reader

Their Partner Enjoys Emo and Pop-Punk Music

Their Partner Plays Lots of Instruments

The Lords Milder Kink Headcannons (Suggestive, N*S*F*Wy)

Reader has Horrible Period Cramps

The Lords adopt a Child Reader with Mercury Wings

Reader steals and Wears Their Clothes

Reader Has Gutter Brain and Lives In Horny Jail (Suggestive)

Their Partner Dresses up Fancy

Reader Rejects The Lords (Angst)

Alcina Dimitrescu

Lady Dimitrescu Crush Headcannons

Alcina x Passive! Reader

Lady Dimitrescu's N*S*F*W Preferences(Smut, GN)

Alcina x Dense! Reader

Her Partner Has a Warehouse Job

Alcina x Autistic! Reader

...Their Partner is Eva Reincarnated, Goofy Edition (Suggestive)

Donna Beneviento

Donna Beneviento Crush Headcannons

First Kiss Headcannons

Her Partner Has a Warehouse Job

Touchstarved! Donna x Affectionate! Reader

Donna x VERY SHY! Reader

Donna x Mute! Reader

Relationship Brainrot, Donna Edition

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore Moreau Crush Headcannons

Moreau x Cuddly! Reader

Moreau x Dense! Reader

Reader Rejects the Other Lords in Favor of Salvatore

Affection Brainrot, Moreau Edition

TouchStarved! Moreau x Affectionate! Reader

Karl Heisenberg

Karl Heisenberg Crush Headcannons

...Their Partner is Eva Reincarnated, Goofy Edition (Suggestive)

The Sales Pitch (Smut, Fem! Reader)

Friends to Lovers Is Cannon Brainrot, Sorry not Sorry

His Partner Attempts Suicide (TW: Suicide)

The Duke

With a HANDSY Partner

Ethan Winters

The Crackship (Ethan x Miranda)

With a Bony, Cuddly Partner

Dimitrescu Daughters

Bela Dimitrescu Crush Headcannons

Cassandra Dimitrescu Crush Headcannons

Daniela Dimitrescu Crush Headcannons

Bela x Magic! Reader

The Daughters and Lady Dimitrescu Are introduced to Sparkling Blood

Fallout 4

Travis Miles Crush Headcannons

Travis Miles Relationship Headcannons

Travis Miles x DJ! Sole Survivor

Vault-Tech Rep Crush Headcannons

Kent Connolly Confession Headcannons

Misc. Imagines

To Be Updated!

#masterlist #egg speaks #egg's masterlist #wallflowerimagines

[gurlbesimpin]

ppl stop writing for Heisenberg... how about our magnetto man with a punk/alternative SO??

OUHHHH yessssss!

pairing: Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader

{{note: I generally write REVillage fics Post-canon/alternate universe, assuming Ethan and rose, Mia etc. never existed sry XD}}

Warnings: swearing, brief mention of gore, very mild sexual themes

Ohoho where do I begin?

Karl when he first spots you is... intrigued to say the least.

You weren't like the others, you dressed differently, acted differently, and most importantly... you weren't like the other villagers, blindly following and worshipping Miranda!

Now, Karl being Karl... he thought about pulling his usual BS about "I'm a metal lord, fear me!" but quickly decided against it; not wanting to scare you off or anything. Especially since you didn't seem local, therefore not knowing who the fuck he is.

{and pshhh don't tell anyone i told you this, but despite his huge ego... he might not actually want you to know who he really is at first. So he'll try his best to act "normal" and as human as possible}

After he finally approached you and engaged in a regular conversation, he quickly finds himself craving more.

Long story short, he seeks you out in the village again the next day, inviting you over to his factory because... he didn't really have a house. Anyway, he wouldn't show you what he actually does in there... you two will be in his office on the first floor, he ain't taking you down into the actual factory until he is sure you won't freak out.

This "friend meeting" (totally not a date ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) goes smoothly surprisingly. He'll ask you about your tattoos and/or piercings, scars etc. {if you have any}.

After a long-ass conversation about all kinds of shit, he'll just ask the question we've all been waiting for.

"So buttercup, you... eh... one of those emos?"

Time for the explanation between emo, goth, punk, rock. Two minutes into this, Karl stops listening... he got his answer.

You listen to heavy music.

And so does he.

Start talking about Metallica, Slipknot, I prevail, Rob Zombie, ACDC, black sabbath, Iron Maiden, Avenged Sevenfold, hell.... even SOME my chemical romance and Seether- and i promise, you'll get his attention piqued!

Especially if we're talking german bands such as "Rammstein" or "Die Toten Hosen" and he'll just... scream internally?

Like first of all... there's someone who also hates mother miranda besides him, they are funny, hot AND love german bands?!

SIGN HIM TF UP!

Needless to say, you two started a relationship quickly.

Despite needing to make his huge ass metal army, he takes a day off to make a bigass stereo...

{and then later that day Lady Dimitrescu complains about the loud ass music coming from his factory that even SHE and her three girls can hear from her castle. lol. Heisenberg tells her to shut the fuck up}

His huge goal is obviously to kill miranda... and then after escaping this shit village together with you. When the day comes, you two will celebrate with flipping off Lady supersized bitch and rolling off to a concert

{which likely isn't a good idea... imagine Karl wanting the microphone from the singer or something. You be chillin and there's just... a floating microphone... you be like... "Karl? what are YOU DOING?!" meanwhile Karl just has a shit eating grin as the crowd screams}

But let's not jump to far into the future...

Right now, you two are stuck under Miranda's disgusting-ass thumb.

Dark times man. It's shit, but whenever you waddle into his office whilst he's working... just y'know... get your phone out and play one of his favorite songs!

This man will {depending on his mood} shoo you away, or most-likely drop what he's doing and just... *grab* you and start juming around the room like monkies in a moshpit.

Once the song finishes, his hand will move from cupping your cheek, to cupping CHEEKS. Just him seeing you rock out to his favorite songs... is enough for Karl to get all hot 'n bothered. So expect some bending over the Work-bench and nice grindin' whilst 'Closer' by nine inch nails plays ;)

EXTRA:

if you like steampunk

this

man

will

just...

Scramble to collect little gears and screws... making little earrings, rings, necklaces etc.

also

stud bracelets.

OH

and if you like wearing chokers

be careful

that awakens a beast within him

"oh ho ho buttercup! What do we have here? Want me to attach a leash and make you *my pet*?

#request #resident evil village #resident evil #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenburg fanart #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #re8 #re8 village #re8 x reader

[crowtrobotx]

Check Engine

Ya girl has completely gone off the deep end. Did someone order a Mechanic!Karl fic that’s just going to likely end up being filth? Well, too bad. You’re getting it. First chapter isn’t much aside from reader (GN) thirsting. (Never fear Chrysalis fans, this is but a temporary diversion into madness lol. My main focus is still that particular work.) Words: 3,533 Characters: Karl Heisenberg x Reader Warnings: Minors DNI - Eventual Smut and hysterically bad PWP to follow, provided everyone feeds my ego enough. Read on AO3

You had no idea what had possessed you to bring your car to this body shop, but you were simultaneously thanking and cursing whatever it had been that guided your hand and made you turn onto the lonely gravel driveway after work, finally deciding that you could no longer win the staring contest between yourself and the check engine light. The sign, the exterior - everything about this place had seen better days, but you didn’t have the money to fork over to a more reputable establishment and at the very least it was on the way to the little place you’d started renting just outside of the city limits. The yard surrounding the building proper was littered with rusted out cars and bikes that you were pretty sure couldn’t possibly be salvaged, and there was an unsettling abundance of signs taped to the window warning any trespassers of what might befall them if they tried anything sketchy. The faded logo on the lopsided sign by the roadside looked like it might have once been a stallion’s head framed by a metal horseshoe, but between the sun and pure neglect it had faded to something almost entirely unrecognizable. Still, every morning on the way to your new job you’d passed this place, and no one seemed to be actively being robbed or shot on the property. It was probably fine. You’d taken a cautious step out of your vehicle, the barking of an unseen dog giving you pause. If you hadn’t been feeling so bold that particular day, jacked up on a particularly adventurous coffee order, you might not have decided on a whim to pull in and would rather have called ahead and given the owner the courtesy of a heads-up. But, no. Today you threw caution to the wind and gave a middle finger to all the pragmatic thoughts that screeched at you to get back behind the wheel and peel out of there as fast as physics allowed. 

Having only lived in this town for a few months, you didn’t yet have the luxury of knowing what businesses you wanted to frequent or who was trustworthy or even where everything was. Hell, you didn’t even have friends here – you’d left everyone behind when you’d accepted your new position and decided to start over fresh. It might have simply been easier to jump on the highway and go looking for a more populated area, one that had a massive cineplex and ten Starbucks stores and a respectable car dealership. Your ego simply wouldn’t allow it. Your parents had questioned your choice to move to what was comparatively such a small town, but the promise of a quiet change of pace had been enough to entice you to take the plunge. You felt the thrill of rebellion coursing through your veins as you straightened your stance and made your way into what seemed to be the main entrance, a silent pep talk fueling your every step. 

Granted, nothing about this mechanic seemed quiet.

You’d heard the ancient radio blaring before you’d even parked your car, the tinny audio almost enough to make you want to overnight the owner something less outdated purely out of the goodness of your heart. Add on top of that the clangs and whirrs of the machinery that were to be expected, plus the periodic exclamations of FUCK and STUPID PIECE OF— and you were beginning to understand why the shop sat on the edge of town, with fields in every direction unmarred by the cookie cutter housing developments that tended to descend on these areas like locusts. It seemed that whoever operated this joint wasn’t very interested in mingling with the local populace - you hoped that meant that whatever they charged you wouldn’t completely bankrupt you, but you kept that little tidbit of information to yourself. As it turned out, the interior was much the same as the sight that had greeted you when you pulled up. A near cataclysmic pile of junk was present everywhere you looked - you could just make out the workspace in the back of the building that looked at least a little bit clear, but between the low light caused by multiple dead bulbs and the thick coat of grime that seemed to cover everything in sight, it didn’t look much more inviting. The voice you’d heard was coming from that general direction, it seemed, and you cleared your throat, hoping that whoever was back there would be alerted to your presence. Of course, no matter how many fake coughs you managed, you still found yourself standing alone but for the woman in the poster on the opposite wall, scantily clad and leaning seductively against the hood of a restored classic Chevy. Fuck you, Mom and Dad. I won’t be bested by a shady repair shop. A cautious ding of the call bell yielded no results. You ended up having to shout into the void, doing your best to sound polite while you hollered for someone, anyone, to help you. More than once. When the radio suddenly went silent and the intermittent curses ceased, you knew you’d been successful. You waited with baited breath until at last a man stalked up to the counter, his expression almost the comical opposite of the smiley face printed on the “Ring for service!” sign taped to the counter. “Yeah?” He looked less delighted at the prospect of a new customer and more irritated that you’d had the audacity to show up and offer him a job. You stared back, at first completely unsure what to make of him. He wasn’t very tall, but he was broad and struck and imposing figure nonetheless. His wiry gray hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, the flyaways zigzagging away from his face like thunderbolts, and his messy silvery beard was uneven and looked in desperate need of a trim. His forehead was lined with lines that told of a life not particularly easy, and his light blue eyes darted anxiously between you and the exit, as if he expected your presence to herald something terrible. If you had to guess his age - maybe 45? 50? He looked like the type of person who might have been older than he looked - there was a weariness to him that you got the feeling he might never admit to but was detectable all the same. The dark blue coveralls he wore were halfway undone, tied around his waist and leaving him in a stained, dirty tank top that presumably had been white at some point. Now it was threadbare and almost gray, but you weren’t complaining - it meant you got a peak at the dark chest hair peeking out over the brim, and his biceps that flexed beneath skin criss crossed with old and new scars. His undershirt also didn’t seem to properly fit him - it was particularly tight around the middle and seemed in danger of riding up at any moment and oh dear god you were not about to thirst over this complete stranger and his dad bod, what was wrong with you?

If you wouldn’t have felt like a character in a sitcom, you might have slapped yourself across the face to bring yourself back to reality. He raised a brow at you, hands busying themselves with a rag that seemed far too dirty to have any chance at removing any of the god-knew-what trapped beneath his nails. Somewhere in the back, an alarm rang - some machine protesting his lack of attention. Just as he drew a breath in to chastise you and no doubt ask if you were stupid or something, you managed to sputter out an explanation for your visit. “Hmm,” he peered out the window at your back toward where you’d left you car. “When did it start doing that?” “Just about halfway through my move here,” you said, your confidence waning with every passing moment. “I’m uh, I’m new to the area. I drive through here on my way to work and I thought–” “You thought you’d just show up without so much as calling and that I’d just be dying to fix that hunk of junk? That I’d be jumping for joy and kissing your ass for deciding to grace my shop with your presence?” You gaped wordlessly for a moment. “N-no. Of course not, I just–” The man barked a laugh, revealing straight but slightly tobacco-stained teeth. You hated that he was vaguely handsome - not in the way most people would consider, of course. In the way that someone with slight mental derangement and daddy issues might find attractive - lucky for him, the dry spell that had plagued you over the last year was playing into his favor. It was throwing you off of your game, undermining all of the conviction you’d built up before entering. “I’m just kidding, doll. Calm down,” he said, cocking his head thoughtfully. “Sheesh, unclench your ass. I know that model, got a good idea of what might be causing it. I can probably fix it within an hour but I’ve got this other piece of shit to get back to working order first. Owner’s a real bitch and I do not want to deal with it if it’s not done by closing - can you wait maybe a couple hours?” Relief flooded your body. A couple of hours out of your night was far less terrible than the scenarios your mind had thought up when you’d first noticed the issue. You’d imagined weeks without your car, paying not just for the repair but also for a rental or a rideshare service that would not only add to your expenses but also mean you had to make dreaded small talk with strangers on the way to and from work. “Yes - that’s fine,” you exhaled shakily. “Thank you.” He nodded. “Got a lovely little waiting area behind you - make yourself comfortable. You want a soda or some shit? I think they’re ah…. Expired, but not by much.” “No, that’s okay. I’ll just play on my phone or something, thank you.” After a gruff nod, the mechanic disappeared to the back once more, and the radio resumed its obnoxious screeching. You noticed, with some amusement, that the shouting seemed to have died down somewhat, though not entirely. He seemed to be doing his best to deliver on his version of customer service. Whatever, you thought, if he fixes the car tonight and I don’t have to sell a kidney to pay for it, he’s my new favorite person on earth. As it turned out, the “waiting area” was little more than a bench with a wobbly leg, an end table, and a television with no remote that appeared to be perpetually stuck on the History channel. It was mounted far too high on the wall for you to feel around for any buttons, but you weren’t overly bothered by it. You had a mostly full phone battery, and a three hour video essay to catch up on. Of course, as seemed to be your luck as of late, a problem immediately made itself known - there was no wifi here. You sighed. Really, you should have expected it - the service you got in your apartment was shoddy as it was, why would some backwoods auto body shop be any better? With a sigh, you glanced at the end table and noticed the collection of magazines provided for the entertainment of the guests unfortunate enough to get stuck here while waiting for their cars to emerge from the mysterious garage out back. There was an eclectic mix, and you decided to live a little and fish through the pile without looking, pulling out a copy of National Geographic and resigning yourself to whatever contents you found within. Your mind wandered while you read, as did your eyes. Left alone with your thoughts, you were forced to consider the possibility that you’d made a mistake. Your father probably would have been horrified to hear that you’d simply showed up somewhere without giving the business a thorough search online and reading reviews. The owner - at least, he acted like the owner - had seemed relatively normal, if a little odd, from your brief interaction. But who knew - it was also entirely possible that there was a reason this place sat so separate from the city center, and he might very well end up wearing your skin as a mask come morning. The way things had been going for you, you weren’t sure that was such a bad thing. Truthfully, your move had not been as serendipitous as the movies had made it seem. You had expected a wholly beneficial change, that by casting aside your old relationships and job and apartment you would finally shake the feeling of stagnation that had settled heavy on your shoulders these past few years. But instead, you’d been greeted with roadblock after roadblock. First, the movers had forgotten an entire truckload of your things. Then, the exceedingly polite but hugely inept lady in payroll had managed to make your first paycheck hit your account several weeks late. Add to that the general fish out of water feeling that was bound to accompany any move, and your car deciding to try to kick the bucket felt like the final nail in the coffin. You could not, under any circumstances, admit that perhaps you’d been unprepared. Giving up was out of the question. If this mechanic turned out to be a complete scam, it might break you. Your eyes flicked up periodically from the bright photographs of penguins in the Antarctic to take in the details of the small part of the shop you were privy to. There were scant few decorations - no real attempt to make any visitors feel at home. There wasn’t even a coffee machine, or a mini fridge with complimentary bottles of water. You could vaguely see into a side room that looked like it must have been the owner’s office. There were a few pictures on the wall of him with some fancy looking cars, a couple of certificates that indicated that the building and business had passed the most basic inspections for human habitation. And, dear lord, were there a lot of posters with terrible jokes on them. Your personal favorite was a metal sign peering at you from behind the service desk that read “Unattended children will be given candy and a puppy.” You couldn’t help the small smile playing on your lips. Most businesses would have plaques commemorating their customer service awards, or how they were voted on of the local Best of’s. This guy seemed like he was daring you, personally, to leave a Yelp review. You wondered briefly if he was single, then gave yourself a hard pinch on the wrist and reminded yourself that you needed to find a new therapist.

Time passed, at once both too quickly and unbearably slow. Every time you looked at your phone, it felt like it was playing a joke on you - more than once you considered standing up and hunting down the mechanic to tell him you’d just come back some other time, with the intention of not returning. But just when you’d mustered the courage to stand, he appeared as if summoned - a few locks of his hair had escaped the ponytail now and fell haphazardly near his shoulders. He was covered in a fine layer of sweat but flashed you an easy grin all the same. “Brought you that soda whether you want it or not. You looked so sad out here I could hardly stand it. I’m takin’ your car back now, should just be a little bit. Name’s Karl, by the way. It’s on the - it’s on the jumpsuit, but it’s hot as balls in here. You know how it is.” You accepted the lukewarm can with a quiet “thanks” before handing him your keys and stopping yourself before asking if he’d be so kind as to just run you over while he was at it. After he disappeared out of sight and you heard your car engine rev to life, you sighed and slumped in your seat, letting your head rest with a thump against the wall at your back. The drink in your hand felt like it weighed about 50 extra pounds. Now you were really deep in it. You couldn’t well tell him to just stop now that he was actually in the middle of working. But you did want that fucking light to stop glaring at you every time to fired it up - shit. You glanced at the can - the expiration date was six months ago. ….whatever. You switched between the magazine, a previously downloaded podcast on your phone, and staring thoughtlessly at the fuzzy television for the next twenty minutes. You were hungry, and tiredness from your day was starting to settle into your bones. All of the self-assuredness that you’d felt when you’d arrived had given way to loneliness, and with that, the feeling that perhaps you didn’t know nearly as much as you thought. The other problems you’d been ignoring started to loom large in your mind - the broken sink you had to call the front office about, the vinyl record of yours that had broken during the move, the fact that it felt like your new boss might have a vendetta against you. You glanced down again at the article it had taken you far too long to get through. You read over the same sentence once, twice, ten times without absorbing it. This was supposed to be your fresh start, your magical new leaf that would change everything. No more would you be trapped with jobs and partners and shitty landlords. You were going to prove to everyone that you were capable of doing something great on your own, that your judgment was sound and that you didn;t need anyone else to get by. Everywhere you went, you felt the sensation of otherness, for lack of a better word. The flyers pinned on the cork board at the grocery store were for clubs and events that didn’t involve you. People greeted one another by name except for you - oh, they were polite, but you still had the nagging feeling that you were just a novelty, something looking into the window from the outside that would never be invited in. Perhaps you hadn’t put as much thought into this massive overhaul of your life as you’d insisted. Perhaps everyone else had been right and it would have been smarter and more responsible to stay where you were - even if that meant standing still. Maybe it really had been as good as it would get, and you’d fucked it all up. Once again, Karl had impeccable timing. “So, funny story, turns out I might have lied.” He leaned easily against the doorframe, strong arms crossed in front of his chest.

You lowered the magazine and blinked at him owlishly. So engrossed had you been in reading about global political events that had long since come and gone that you’d almost forgotten you weren’t alone. “Oh?” A sinking feeling descended upon you. You’d tried to quash any thoughts of him pulling the classic repairman tactic of finding “extra” problems to charge you for while he was at work - you had told yourself you were smart enough to recognize it if it happened, but your spirits were so dampened at this point that you felt like just letting him do whatever the hell he wanted if it meant you could get out of here without a fight. “Don’t like the drink?” He nodded toward the unopened can at your side. He sounded, oddly, rather hurt.  He scratched his beard thoughtfully, eyes roaming you once before meeting your gaze. You almost melted into a puddle. Wow, you needed to get laid. “Oh!” You waved your hands disarmingly. “No! It’s not that, I’m just - it’s been a long day. I honestly forgot it was there. I’ll have it when I get home. You were saying something about my car?” “The car? Oh, yeah. Ain’t nothing wrong with that hunk of junk. Just a stupid communication issue in the electronics. Without gettin’ into too much detail, basically the thing that’s triggering your warning light is less an actual problem and more just something misfiring. I can reset it for you and have you on your way - just wanna double check and make sure I’m not gonna be wrong twice. Not usually wrong the first time, mind you - I’ve also had a long day if you don’t mind me saying.” He shuffled in place almost awkwardly before stretching, almost as if to feign indifference to your opinion. When he did so, much to your delight and horror the tank top did indeed ride up revealing a thick stretch of hair that made its way from below his belly button to - 

“Yeah, I can wait a little longer,” you said hastily, forcing the magazine in front of your face to hide the obvious and burning redness spreading up from your chest and burning a path across your cheeks.

#okay let me tag this so that the people who apparently can't handle the sight of x reader fic without having an aneurysm don't freak out #karl heisenberg x reader #x reader #x reader fic #READER INSERT #reader insert fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #KARL HEISENBERG x Y/N #x y/n #THIS FIC IS A READER INSERT WRITTEN IN THE SECOND PERSON ARE YOU ALL HAPPY NOW. #okay anyway #karl heisenberg #resident evil village

[princess-library-dead-account]

The Price of Love

Part two

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg X Gn!Reader

Word count: 1288

Genre: Smut, kinda angsty

Warnings/tags: Hate sex, degradation, bottom Karl Heisenberg, yandere Karl Heisenberg, top reader, afab reader, pegging, Karl being a loser, it says yandere but he’s actually really gentle, established relationship, reader is mean

You do this because you hate him. Lord fucking Heisenberg, decided he had the right to steal you from the village. Your family, your life, your job- gone. Just like that. You hate him. Everyday, every damned day- you’d think it was all just a bad dream, that you’d wake up in your own bed.

But no.

You'd wake up in bed together some days. Most days you would wake up on the couch, not able to bear how he’d cling to you in your sleep. You’d make your own breakfast- he never ate any, instead opting to chug a mug of coffee. Then he’d fuck off to the lower levels, working on his experiments. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. You tried to keep yourself busy, you really did- you’d clean the living area of the factory, you’d read, draw, you’d do anything- just to keep your mind off him. But it never worked.

You hated him- and the worst part was, he’d let you. He might raise his voice occasionally, but he’d apologize awkwardly right after. He’d be… sweet, or as sweet as someone that played around with corpses as a hobby could be. He’d murmur about how much he loved you on the rare occasion you lied in bed with him. He’d try- and fail- to make you dinner, the chicken burnt and blackened, completely unseasoned, and the carrots only slightly warm, still hard and raw. He’d awkwardly give you a small kiss on the top of your head before he headed down to work on the soldats.

But- you couldn’t like him, could you-? He’s sick- he kidnapped you- he took you from your life. No. You hate him. You want nothing more than to cause him pain, to destroy him. And he’d let you. And he’d… like it. And you would too, as much as you hated yourself for it.

You sigh, looking down at the gray haired man on his knees below you. You stood on the carpet floor of his bedroom, wearing a harness with a purple dildo. The toy rested in Karl’s mouth, and he looked up at you with pleading eyes. He wears nothing but a pair of raggedy boxers, and you wear just a baggy shirt. Something in you snaps, and you roughly grab a handful of his scraggly hair, forcing him down on your cock. He splutters, wet sounds coming from him as he chokes on your length. You grin slightly at his noises, and he desperately bobs his head on your strap. You pant, watching as he squirms, a tent growing in his boxers.

“Pathetic.” You spit out, your voice a low growl. Karl whimpers against your cock, squirming slightly as he tries to keep up with the brutal pace you’ve set. You continue fucking his mouth, taking in his soft whimpers, watching as he grows increasingly restless. He rubs his legs together desperately, squirming under you. You pant, watching with sick satisfaction as his eyes begin to water, and a little drool spills from his mouth. You continue using him, before his hands come up, pawing at your ass, trying to get your attention. He murmurs, trying to speak, but it’s muffled by the toy. You don’t really care what he has to say, opting to thrust harder into his throat, relishing his gags. He attempts to speak again, this time a little louder. You pull him off your cock with an annoyed expression, and he pants slightly, his face flushed from a mix of arousal and humiliation.

“What?” You hiss out, grabbing him by the hair.

“I-“ he chokes out, his throat scratchy and abused.

“Speak, you stupid slut”.

“I- p-please fuck me-“ He whimpers out, his voice small. He looks so pathetic, his hazel eyes tearing up from your merciless use of his throat.

“Please fuck me-?!” You mock, your face contorting into a sick grin.

“Sweetie-” He starts softly, before you cut him off.

“PLEASE FUCK ME?!” You laugh loudly in his face.

“Sure, Karl.” you respond, saying his name like it makes you sick.

“-but you asked for this” you murmur, eyes narrowing. You grab a handful of his gray hair causing him to cry out, and you throw him onto the bed. He lays down on his back with glazed eyes as you rifle through his nightstand. You find what you’re looking for, a small bottle of lube. You squirt some on the strap, spreading it around with your hands, before crawling on top of Karl. He whimpers softly, rubbing his thighs together to try and stimulate himself.

“You’re pathetic.” You murmur, practically ripping his underwear off as you throw it onto the floor. He whines at your words, shifting on the bed. Your hands grip his thighs tightly, spreading him open, and you prod the strap against his tight hole. He moans softly, bucking his hips into you. You enter him slowly, filling him up with just the tip. He moans needily, his hands coming up to gently paw at your back.

“Ah— m-more- ”he whimpers softly against your ear, his beard tickling your face. You growl, sinking the strap into him until it bottoms out inside him. He moans loudly, his hard cock rubbing against your stomach as you thrust into him. He whimpers as you increase your pace, his hands gently scratching at your back. You groan at his submissiveness, holding yourself on one arm and moving your hand to ghost over his dick. He cries out, bucking his hips into you. His face is flushed, a sheen of sweat on his tanned face. You lean down, slowly licking a stripe up his cheek, groaning at the salty taste. He makes a sound in between a moan and a whimper, pawing at your back adorably. Your fingers run teasingly over his cock, before fully gripping his length, jacking him off. He mewls, squirming as you thrust into him. You pant, watching as he falls apart on your strap. He cries out, tucking his head into your neck as he cums with a cry. He spurts sticky white ropes onto his soft stomach, some hitting you. His cock twitches against your stomach, softening. He lets out a low whimper, holding you tightly as he pants.

“Ah- buttercup- mm-” he murmurs softly. His blissed out expression turns into a guilty and embarrassed one as you look down at him with a mix of disgust and shame. You pull out of him slowly and he whines softly, chasing after the toy. You look down at him, before getting out of bed.

“Buttercup- ‘m sorry-” He starts, beginning to apologize for how fast he finished, shame turning his face even redder. You take the harness off, and slam it on the nightstand before leaving the bedroom.

“Y/n, please-”. He starts, moving on the bed so he sits up. You look over at him as you stand in the doorframe. His face is still slightly flushed, his eyes watery. His expression is pleading, like he wants you to stay. You sigh.

“Goodnight, Karl.” You say flatly, before leaving and shutting the door. You walk a few steps over to the living room, before flopping onto the couch, exhausted. You yawn, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. You shift the couch, unaware of his muffled sobs as you try to drift off to sleep, your heart heavy. The couch is uncomfortable, but it's better than having to sleep in bed with Karl. You try to purge the image of him from your mind, him sweaty and flushed and covered in his own cum. His eyes pleading adorably, his body so soft and malleable.

Because you hate him.

Right?

#karl heisenberg #resident evil #resi #resident evil village #resident evil eight #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x reader smut #bottom karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x top reader #yandere karl heisenberg #yandere karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x reader angst #karl heisenberg x reader hate sex

[6mommymilkers9]

Masterlist

Started: 07-31-22

Last Updated: 08-10-22 

Requests are open!!

Horror

Leprechaun x Stressed! Reader

Pennywise x Georgie’s Sister! Reader

Djinn x Male! Reader

KKFOS Shorty x Greaser! Reader

Ghostface x Reader

Candyman x Reader

Choptop x Soldier! Reader

Choptop Bath HC

Choptop Affection HC

Choptop Male!R HC

Living With Choptop HC

Choptop Kink HC

Choptop Vampire HC

Choptop x M!R Smut

Choptop S/O dying HC

Choptop Deaf S/O HC

The slashers comforting/distracting a grumpy S/O

first time having sex with Choptop

Going for a walk w chop top

First kiss with Choptop

Chop Top’s reaction to catching his S/O crying?

chop top x flesh eating succubus headcanons

How do you think Chop Top would react if a "trespasser" would start flirting w him/making dirty jokes instead of running?

Headcanons for chop top and his stuffed animals 

Spare Pennywise headcannons?

Ways Chop Top would make it obvious he has a crush?

pennywise sleeping with his s/o

otis driftwood with a sadistic s/o hcs?

Pennywise is a short s/o?

cuddle headcanons for Drayton

Falling asleep w chop top

NSFW Drayton headcanons?

Pennywise, Jason, and Chop Top reactions to their S/O pushing them into a chair and giving them a filthy lap dance?

How do you think Otis would react to having a s/o who's a necrophiliac?

Pennywise seeing his s/o after his 27 year slumber?

chop top and otis headcanons where they borrow clothes with their s/o and visa versa

how would choptop react when his s/o is injured

chop top with a pregnant s/o

sick choptop hc

Fear is a powerful thing - Joker 

The woman made of light -Joker

Bright Burns and Lights-Jack Skellington

First kiss headcanons for the Sawyer brothers?

TMNT (2012, Bayverse, 1987, ROTTMNT, 1990)

The Turtles walking in on you training..with an interesting playlist (2012)

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music (Bayverse)

TMNT Bayverse Turtles to their s/o saying they know how it feels to be discriminated especially of something that they can't control (Bayverse)

Stakeout - Bayverse! Leonardo x Reader  (Bayverse)

Supernatural

Take it all away - Gabriel x reader

My favorite - Gabriel x reader

honey bees - castiel x reader

With Death Comes Love - destiel

James Bond Gets Fucked Roughly By Colonel Sanders

Resident Evil Village

Karl Heisenberg Hand Holding Headcannon

Going to Lowe's With Heisenberg Headcannons

Karl Heisenberg Comfort Headcannon

The Four Lord's With A Pregnant S/O Headcannons

The Four Lord's Reacting To You Coming Home

The Four Lord's Dealing With Your Rebel Phase Headcannons

The Lord's Reacting To You Crushing On Moreau

Lady Dimitrescu and Karl Heisenberg Reacting To A S/O Who Loves Dinosaurs

The Four Lord's Being Obsessed With You

Crystalized

Good Omens

Hell can wait -Beelzebub x reader

Loki

Late Night's

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #bayverse teenage mutant ninja turtles #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #good omens #Loki Laufeyson #resident evil 8 #resident evil headcannons #supernatural #supernatural fandom #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #TMNT 2012 #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2014 x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt

[un-named-thing]

God dammit, my resident evil fixation is coming back.

I cannot explain how much I love those damn games (and the movie, I know they exist)

I wanna know if I should write for some of the characters tho? Cause I mean why not.

❤️i fucking love resident evil❤️

#resident evil #resident evil x male reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #gay #queer #resident evil x gn reader #leon kennedy #chris redfeild #carlos oliveira #ethan winters #albert wesker #karl heisenberg #jill valentine #billy coen

[greatlydelirious]

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐈 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

Karl Heisenberg x GN!Reader

wordcount: 1.4k words

warnings: a bunch of angst, mentions of death, fluff

a/n: inspired by the song “Gilded Lily” by Cults

Exhaustion clings to you like a nagging parasite; slowly sucking all the energy from its host with an unquenchable hunger.

Days blended into nights blended into weeks until time wasn’t a concept anymore. The bed you once shared with your estranged lover stays wrinkle-free and covered in a thin layer of dust. “Sleep” isn’t a practice you partake in. You get to rest when your body decides you had enough and you pass out in a chair or on painful occasions, the metal floor. Each time you wake up disoriented in the same spot, the ache in your chest grows.

The factory you live in is tucked far away from the village you use to reside in. It feels like those memories faded away with each second that ticked by. Maybe it was from the lack of nutrients and rest that your mind has become so unreliable. Not just your mind, but everything else. You were gaunt, pale, and your eyes had dark bags that felt heavy with each blink.

Did Heisenberg not notice it or not care? With how long you’ve felt this way it must be both. There was a time when he reminded you to eat and insisted that you take a break. He even would stop what he was doing to check on you just for a quick chat or kiss. Was all the work worth it if you didn’t survive long enough to see it come to fruition?

You don’t know how long you stood there staring at the collage of photos. Faces of people you never met and names you only heard spoken in vain accented with strategically placed strings covered the wall. It was a visual reminder of what you were working against, what was apparently important enough to deteriorate for.

A sudden rush of emotions comes so fast you begin to shake. The more you stare the more you want to scream. Why did Heisenberg have to be so hellbent on revenge that you faded into the background? He swore you were special, a part of his heart that was more important than anything he ever encountered in life.

Bullshit. Actions spoke louder than words and actions told you that you were just another pawn. Free labor that was expendable. Rage comes to the forefront as every bottled-up emotion breaks you apart. Screaming you tear at the source of your anguish. Paper rips and thumbtacks go flying as you grab blindly at the stupid collage.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” You repeat the words over and over. The venom lacing each one wasn’t focused on a single subject. Deep in your heart, you hate yourself more than anything else. You hate yourself for coming here, for falling in love, for being complacent in your misery and ultimate demise.

You cry out when something yanks you from the wall with brutal force. Fingers dig painfully into your shoulder as your whipped around like a weightless rag doll. After seeing nothing but a blur you’re confronted with furious green eyes.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Heisenberg spats while shaking you with such strength it feels like your brain rattles around. No pet name, no careful caress, you feel like a stranger in your own home. Words fail you as you soak in the intensity in his eyes. The man staring back at you is one you’ve never seen before.

Maybe you were a stranger after all.

“Have you lost your mind?” When you continue to stay silent, Heisenberg roughly shakes you again.

“Tell me!”

“Haven’t I given enough?” The question plaguing you finally slips out.

Months’ worth of unshed tears break through the corners of your dimmed eyes. Only two minuscule sparks of hope shimmered in their depths. Ones that used to be lively and bright. Ones that made the man holding you fall in love in the first place.

“I’ve sacrificed my life for you! I pledged devotion to your cause and spent every millisecond of my miserable time working on that damned army you want and how do you repay me?” Wetness coats your face as you clench your teeth to hold back the sobs threatening to capture your words.

“You repay me by acting like I don’t exist. When we’re in the same room it’s like I’m a fucking piece of furniture! What happened to us?” Clouded by overwhelming grief interlaced with the seething anger of betrayal you begin to pound on Heisenberg’s chest to get him away. You might as well be a bird in a cage. No matter how much you pecked, chirped, and scratched, the metal surrounding you would never let you escape.

“You don’t even look at me anymore! I’m falling apart and it’s like you don’t even care. Has my novelty worn off? Haven’t I given you enough?” Painful sobs win the war raging inside you as they finally rake your being. Now that you finally pushed out the words that have been desperate to be heard, you felt cold from emptiness.

Strong arms hold you tight against an impossibly warm chest as you lay in bed. Although you were breathless and drowsy from the wonderful things Heisenberg did to your body you try to stay awake to bask in every moment with him. A kiss is placed on your temple before your lover buries his face in your neck. “Stay with me and I will take good care of you sweetheart. I will make sure you get the life you deserve.”

The memory haunts you instead of comforting you like it used to. Now it only sounded like pillow talk that gave way to broken promises. When did your relationship become as dead as the corpses you forced yourself to aid in revitalizing? Heisenberg promised you a life where you both roamed free; out from the crushing boot of another, yet now you felt like you were under his rather than the beings trapping you here.

The feeling of large hands encompassing either side of your head that makes you close your eyes. Maybe he would grant you mercy by crushing your skull instead of adding you to the collection of mangled bodies that roamed the endless halls of the factory. Letting out a breath you resign yourself to death’s fate.

When warm lips smash against your own, your eyes fly open. The familiar taste of Cuban cigars invades your senses as does the smell of musk and metal that was uniquely Heisenberg. Home. Despite your broken heart and inner turmoil, he feels like home. He feels like quiet mornings, rainy afternoons, soft snowfall, and long nights; all the things you adored and craved to experience again and again.

With dizzying quickness, you’re relinquished of his strong hold. The sudden change in demeanor once again leaves you speechless. Heisenberg’s kiss conveyed the million little things you thought your relationship lost long ago. His breaths come out in ragged succession as he simply stares at you.

Why hasn’t he said anything yet? You want Heisenberg to yell at you, belittle you, go on a monologued rant, something, anything.

Crippling pain hits you before he can utter a word. Your hands dart to clutch your heart to reflexively soothe the hurt. The violent influx of emotions and the months of your health rapidly declining have finally caught up to you. When your name is frantically called out, it sounds like you’re underwater.

Before you know it, the room starts to spin and your body tips sideways. Heisenberg’s obsession to save you has inadvertently killed you slowly. Taking you bit by bit until it was almost too late to sew the pieces back together. Almost.

Instead of slamming against cold metal, you feel warmth all around you. You’re swept into Heisenberg’s arms before you can even protest. Air whooshes across your skin as each stride moves faster than the last. You didn’t know where he was taking you and for once, you didn’t care.

Something about the mixture of his kiss, his embrace, and your fragile condition makes your eyes drift closed. A strange feeling tingles across every inch of your body as the wild thumping in your chest starts to diminish.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump.

Thump.

Then nothing.

Do you fight the darkness clawing at you in the hope of a better tomorrow, or do you let it consume you to run away from the pain?

The questions are yet another you’ll never be able to have the answer to when your limp body is carefully placed on an old examination table surrounded by medical equipment and, more importantly, the key factor of your fate; a twitching organism in the shape of a fetus lying patiently in a jar.

A kiss reminiscent of a love you once shared is placed on your temple, “Come back to me sweetheart. Do that and you’ll have given enough.”

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

#karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenburg x you #Karl Heisenberg #karl heisenberg imagines #resident evil 8 x reader #resident evil village #resident evil x reader #heisenberg x reader #delirious masterlist

[onmyyan]

WIPLIST 5/21/23

What I have on the way, I have more of y'all's requests in my drafts but these are the bad boys I've written for <3

Karl Heisenberg x MCU! Sorcerer! Reader (Romantic)

Cold cases warm faces part 2 Yandere Batfamily x Vampire! Reader (Romantic)

Yandere Uzui family x Daughter! Reader who runs away to become a Hashira (Platonic)

Yandere Superman x Reader HC'S (Romantic, Smutty)

Bad Publicity Yandere Batfamily x Publicist! Reader (Romantic)

Yandere Batfamily x Soulmate! Reader (Romantic)

Yan! Jock! Naruto x Reader (Romantic, Smut)

Yandere! Pro Hero! Tamaki Amajiki x GN! Reader Smut

More Caspian HC'S (Romantic)

Yandere! College! BNHA! Fuckboy's x Stallion! Maneater! Reader (Romantic, Smut)

College! Damian! x Reader (Romantic)

Caspian x Reader First time HC'S (Smut)

Caspian x Reader with social anxiety (Romantic)

Jealousy sex with Dick and Jason (Smut)

Caspian x Curvy! Reader who's feeling insecure (Romantic, Smut)

Cuddling with Caspian HC'S (Romantic)

Creampies with Caspian (Romantic, Smut)

Pregnancy Scare with Ricky and Caspian (Romantic, Smutty)

More things that just make sense as the Yan!Batfamily's Shared Darling (Romantic, smutty)

Hear me out, Caspian smut that's a continuation of this

Yandere NSFW Alphabet for all OCs

Isekaied!Darling with Spiderman's powers x Yandere! Batfamily

Fluffy Ashley ficlet (Romantic)

Sub! Ricky x Dom! Reader Smut

Spanish tutor HC'S All Delmont's (Romantic)

What kind of darling's the Delmont's go for. (Romantic)

#yandere x reader #yandere #wip list #onmyan

[heisendaddysimpswritings]

『Heisenbergs Ideal S/O』

anon asked: Headcanon ask, what do you imagine would Heisenberg ideal partner be like personality-wise? :D

a/n: good question anon! And I'll gladly answer it!

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pairing: Karl Heisenberg x gn!Reader

type: sfw | headcanons

tw: swear words

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・if you ever get together with Heisenberg then lucky you — it's really hard for him to let people become close with him, thus his S/O should have veryyyy much patience him

・our metal boi loves to work on his experiments so his S/O should be able to go a few days and nights without any affection from him or being able to see him

・talking about affection — his love language is gift giving and quality time, but he loves to receive physical affection and words of affirmation

・it's hard for Heisenberg to talk about his feelings and even harder to show them, so his S/O should be able to read between the lines

・Karl is very impulsive and finds himself often getting angry, either for a reason or without one, so his S/O should be able to know when it's about them or he just had a bad day and let's it out on them — but don't worry, he'll apologise later on

・as we all know he's a cocky little bastard and loves to tease the fuck out of people and you're no exception, his S/O should be able to take it and shouldn't take everything personal, maybe even being on the same teasing level as him

・he's a heavy sleeper and literally nothing can wake him up, not even his own snoring or the sounds of the factory, so his S/O should be the same

・Heisenberg smokes a lot thus his S/O should be okay with it and shouldn't always try to tell him to stop because of his health, he'll just get mad and storm off

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[gurlbesimpin]

In the beast's den

(Karl Heisenberg x GN reader)

Chapter fourteen: the hammer and blade

SMUT

Two days have passed since the initial promise Karl made towards you. His promise of granting you power in an act of self preservation; to keep you alive in this hell hole. You haven't seen much of him; his body hunched over his workbench and mind scheming and creating... Something. You pay him multiple visits; brining him coffee and snacks, but his attention barely wavers and concern settles into your mind.

Deciding to pay the metal lord another visit, you carefully push open his workshop door. You're stunned to see Karl already facing the door with his usual cocky smirk. His hat and glasses lay discarded on his desk, cigar between his scarred lips. With a theatrical wave of his hand and his arrogant demeanor, Karl speaks:

"Just in time buttercup, C'mere"

His hazel eyes follow your every move as you stop towards him; the silver messy hair adorning his head falls to gently cup his bearded and scarred cheeks. When you're close enough, Karl roses to his full height, moving one of his gloves hands to hinder your vision. He makes his way behind you, his breath ghosting faintly over your neck. You hear a brief clancking sound as he sets something in front of you, his hand still preventing you from discovering what this "thing" could be.

You feel his stubble brush against his neck before he suddenly pulls his hand away, revealing what looks like to be an intricate version of a gun blade. The blade itself is long and sharp, but made out of a lighter metal; allowing you to actually carry it without your arms hurting. The gun part however isn't a simple revolver; it's a 12 gauge semi automatic shotgun whose origins are likely from one of the villagers. You blink half confused, turning your head to glance at Karl.

"12 gauge 'll split a Lycans head open, sweetcheeks"

"I'm not all that good with guns, Karl"

"Dont'chya worry your pretty lirtle head off. We'll train ya"

He answers with a wolfish grin. You figure the blade is for close up combat, useful but not something you specialize in. Karl steps to stand beside you as he roughly grabs the weapon, placing it in your arms and pouting towards a small jar on a shelf. No words are needed, instructions are fully clear. He wants you to rest this weapon out. Karl's smirk widens as he sees you raise the gun and pull the trigger, the jar shattering into a thousand pieces as the loud bang echoes through his factory. Karl turns you and points at a beer can in the corner, your next target. This reminds you of the days he taught you knife throwing, but he always had the upper hand thanks to his abilities. You count down to 0 in your head quietly before once again pulling the trigger, the beer can now a scrap in the corner.

Karl's laugh books through the workshop as he turns you around again, half a proud expression crossing his old features. You look at him bewildered, fascinated, excited. You gently place his masterpiece back down onto his desk as you press a gentle kiss to his lips as an act of gratitude. Before you can pull back, his hand grip your waist and pull you closer; his face pressed against your neck and tongue licking the sensitive skin. Whilst moans and quiet whimpers fall from your lips, Karl pulls down your slacks and undergarments; pushing you against the wall with brute force. Your hands roam over his chest, wandering down to his belt to quickly unbuckle it and free him from his restraints.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out sweetcheeks"

He whispers hoarsely, kicking his pants off as he effortlessly lifts you into his arms; your legs wrapping around him instinctively as his free hand moves down to line himself up with your needy hole. Without warning he slams in, setting a brutal pace that knocks the air out of your lungs. His thick cock reaches deep, stroking your inner walls in one of the most pleasurable ways.

"Fuck you're such a slut..."

He groans out, his hips posting against yours in a quick brutal pace; his face screwed in pleasure as he takes you roughly against the wall. His cock twitches inside you as you clench around him, his sloppy kisses against your neck and jaw adding another layer of pleasure. You feel yourself nearing your orgasm quicker than you'd like to admit; your nails digging into his shoulders as he pumps into you over and over again.

"Dirty little fucktoy, my dirty little fucktoy!"

Karl's words send a shiver down your spine as you suddenly cross the edge. Your back arches against him; nails digging deep into his shoulders as you moan his name repeatedly. He quickly follows suit, his thrusts speeding up. Finally with a primal growl his cock twitches within you as he empties himself; a string of course words falling from his lips. Whilst catching your breath you gently ruffle his messy grey hair; warning half a smile from the lord. He leans in to press a kiss against your forehead, whispering quietly but cheekily:

"I'm glad you like your gift"

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