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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?

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[mishwanders]

Headcanons: Karl Heisenberg x disabled S/O (GN Reader)

Genre: fluff, safe for everyone

Author's Notes: general physical disability/chronic illness. If you want one with a specific disability (I.e. cane user, asthma, etc.), character, and genre, please feel free to jump in my ask box :D

This man will do everything in his power to make sure that you have everything you need, and I mean EVERYTHING!

Disability aid broke? Nothing he can’t fix or make new - he’ll even make it to your specific requirements so it’s perfect for you.

Need a service animal? He might try to train a lycan/Varcolac, until he realizes how terrible of an idea that is - and then just gets you an actual service animal.

You need meds? Already in contact with the Duke on getting them. They’ll be here, ASAP!

Need help changing any of your aids? He’s got you covered. Man works with tiny parts and wires a lot, he’ll make sure everything is as seamless as possible.

Man is very observant of you at all times, ESPECIALLY when you're in the factory with him. He cares about you deeply and doesn’t want you to get hurt on his watch.

Will walk with you down the stairs to make sure you don’t fall or will create a ramp in the blink of an eye so you can get down safely. There’s a good chance he will also just carry you around on a sheet of metal behind him, so you don’t have to walk at all.

Also, the inclusion of you in his factory makes him consider how unsafe the majority of his factory is. So, he starts fixing things up to make sure you don’t get hurt.

Days where it’s painful or just in general difficult to get up - will be understanding, but will ask you 1000 questions to find the root of the problem. He just doesn’t want to see you in pain or down, so he wants to do everything he can to solve it.

That’s when you have to remind him that not everything can be fixed, but you can tell him what you need to have some comfort amongst it all.

Speaking of comfort, he will do whatever it takes to make sure you are the most comfy in his care.

Need pillows for your leg(s)/back, etc.? Already got them from Donna with the softest feathers or stole them from Lady Dimitrescu.

Need heat because the cold outside is sneaking in and causing you pain? Will throw all the blankets that he has, his coat, and will make a mini heater to keep you nice and warm.

Speaking of heaters, if you just want a good cuddle? HEISENBERG CAN PROVIDE!

I always see him in my head having a belly, so he is the perfect pillow to rest on. He is soft and warm and will wrap you up in his strong arms if you’d like.

All in all, Heisenberg is the best and would do everything he could to make sure you're comfortable and safe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You need to stop," you say.

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

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

Fuck.

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

It's gone.

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

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

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

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

"Karl, I-"

"Take your clothes off."

"What?"

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

"Now," he hisses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

"I'm yours."

"Again."

"Karl, I'm yours!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No response, just the sound of footsteps retreating.

You smack him on the bicep.

"You knew he was there."

He laughs loudly. "Of course I did!"

"Heisenberg!" you hiss.

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

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

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

"Can we go now?"

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

You roll your eyes.

"Yes, sir."

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[reobsessed]

Sickness In His Care

Pairing: Reader X Karl Heisenberg. Content Warning: 18+, Mentions of sex but no actual sex in the story itself, Reader X Karl Heisenberg fic, slight humour. Can't think of any other warnings but please let me know in the comments if I missed anything. Summary: You'd been seeing Karl Heisenberg for a while now and had since started staying in the factory. However, one day you come down with a fever. Expecting him not to care you do your best to avoid him but you find yourself at a loss for words when he tries to take care of you. This is just a short one, inspired by my current illness. Wanted to write about a sick reader being taken care of by Karl =p Hope you enjoy! Might add more one-shots to this series later. Thanks again to Suri for editting and reads!

Your body was racked by coughs and splutters, occasionally drowned out by the sound of heavy machines whirring. You did your best to fall asleep but the oppressive heat of both your fever and the humid factory air wouldn’t allow for that. How Heisenberg worked in this, day in, day out boggled your mind. You had a lot of questions concerning that man.

With no such luck in drifting off, you flung your legs over the side of the makeshift bed and wrapped a blanket around yourself, for modesty’s sake. You made your way to the main elevator and adjusted your underwear while you walked.

Despite their inability to see, you felt intimidated beneath the many dead eyes of the factory. They’d long since had the life and humanity extinguished from them, but much like a porcelain doll, their eyes followed you across the hall.

Unfortunately you weren’t wearing any shoes either. They’d been discarded halfway across a room, (you couldn’t remember which) when he’d accosted you from behind several nights before. He did that sometimes, he’d enter a room irritated, ranting and raving about his ‘life’s work’, Mother Miranda or some other insignificant event. Then as he would throw his coat to the floor he’d come up behind and bury his face in the crook of your neck. It was his silent plea for attention, the only release in his life that didn’t coincide with destructive violence.

Things would get rough sometimes. Tumbling around with shrapnel and a dirty man who never left his basement certainly had its risks; but at the end of it all, nothing ever went outside of your comfort zone. Cruel and ruthless Lord Heisenberg was capable of some decency, if only in that regard.

Memories of the prior night filled you with excitement. You brought your hand to the swollen cluster of love bites mapped across your chest and neck. You’d returned the favour, and left a colourful array dotted across his neck, ensuring they were in full view of any who encountered him. You hoped to God he got called into a family meeting sometime soon. With an impish giggle you clicked the button on the elevator and ascended to the top floor. You hoped he was anywhere but his office, but unfortunately your luck had run out around the same time you’d met him.

As soon as you opened the door you were greeted by his side profile, head in hands, slumped over a diagram on the table. Probably sulking again.

“The fuck are you doing in here? I thought I told you not to bother me while I’m working.” He let out a puff of cigar smoke. Didn’t even have the decency to look at you. Dick.

As per your usual pettiness you ignored him and made a beeline for the door at the back of the room. Suddenly you toppled backwards as a thin chain of metal wrapped itself around your wrist, not intended to hurt you but to stop you from going any further. However, he’d miscalculated and hadn’t noticed your sickly state until after you’d begun to tumble backwards. As you fell to the ground, he steadied you with more offcuts of metal.

“The hell is wrong with you?” he raised his voice, a combination of tiredness and confusion. 

Metal clattered to the floor as he stood up. With a rough grip, he pulled you upright and turned you to face him. He studied you intently, glasses slipping down past his nose. You stared into his eyes, watching as anger dissipated into uncharacteristic worry.

Heisenberg was never good at concealing his emotions, especially not his anger and now this too, apparently.

“I just wanted some fresh air,” you croaked.

Cigar smoke choked your already irritated throat and you began another coughing fit, you tried your best to turn away but his burly arms held you in place. You were shocked that he didn’t seem to mind when you spluttered all over his stained work shirt but then again, you’d covered him in worse things.

“Forgot humans get sick, haven’t been sick in over forty years.”

“Certainly starting to get sick of you.” 

You couldn’t see his eyes behind the blackened glasses, but you knew he was rolling them.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” He grabbed your arm and shook it. “What do you do when one of these gets sick?”

“Well, I was hoping to avoid you turning me into one of your new toys, but I guess that’s up in the air now,” you sniffed, swallowing a large glob of phlegm stuck at the back of your throat.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” he sneered at you, now holding you away from him at arm’s length.

“I can’t help it,” you spat, attempting to pull yourself free. “And besides, have you smelt yourself recently?”

“Wait a minute, I have something for this!” His grip slipped from your wrist and fell into your hand. You let out a nasalled grunt as he dragged you across the room to his desk. After rummaging around with one hand he pulled out a dusted bottle from the bottom drawer. “This should do the trick.”

Your nose wrinkled when you looked at the awaiting bottle. It was covered in a thick layer of grime and much of the writing had worn off the label a long time ago, based on the few remaining letters you assumed this used to be some kind of ‘medicine’. You turned it over to see the date ‘1923’ printed along the bottom.

“Yep. I’ll be better in no time with this.” You swivelled the bottle, watching as black ooze splashed against the sides. He had a triumphant grin on his face and you couldn’t bring yourself to ridicule him further. “Right, well I’m going outside.”

“Dressed like that?”

“What are you, my dad?”

He pulled the blanket around your shoulders and touched a gloved hand to your forehead.

“You’re cold.”

Stifling yet another cough, you laughed softly. 

“How can you tell? You’re wearing gloves, you buffoon.”

He wrapped you in an embrace, only when held in the stillness of his arms did you realise that you’d been shivering this entire time. Had your fever turned to chills? With his arms still around you he pulled you over to his chair and sat you in his lap, presumably so he could keep working.

“So… you not gonna turn me into a Soldat after all?” you laughed nervously.

He brought the cigar to his lips. “Bad materials.”

You slapped his chest playfully and turned to nestle yourself in his arms. Usually after sex you’d push him away, the man radiated far too much heat in the already sweltering factory, but you were currently thankful for the warmth. It must have been awkward trying to work around the mass of your body, but he didn’t complain. As the two of you sat together you came to the realisation that he wasn’t doing any work at all, and that in reality, all he wanted to do was sit with you in his arms while you recovered.

Fuck.

Somewhere along the way the two of you had lost yourselves. What was supposed to have been a one-night stand had spiralled into weekly hookups, and from there it had turned into shared space and something akin to actual concern for one another. You were filled with a sense of dread, but you pushed it down in favour of sinking further into his chest. Before you drifted off, you could have sworn you felt the brush of his lips against your hair. 

A bitter sweetness churned your stomach. You felt a unique longing, beyond anything you’d ever felt for anyone else. Sex and desire had become secondary in favour of a new want; if only you had more time to spend in comfortable silence together.

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A Lord Brought to His Knees - Karl Heisenberg x Male Reader SMUT

So I may have more things to pull out of my hell that is google drive, anyways, enjoy this shit show, not actually proofread btw, this hasn’t been touched in at least a good couple years, so once again first person pov might be shitty.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Let’s just start off with how Karl ended up in this situation, he decided to be a bitch for much longer than he should’ve been. You were both called to a meeting held by Mother Miranda and of course, Karl wanted to try and tease you. Wrong day, wrong time, things were already going haywire because of some mishaps in the factory that day. One of the dead bodies that had been experimented on got out of its little holding area and started causing havoc. This led to a very upset you, a few broken tables and doors, and one very dead experiment. So when Karl decided to tease you at the meeting by brushing up against your crotch several times, even palming you through your pants once or twice, you knew that tonight he would get his punishment. And that he wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Exiting the chapel you grabbed Karl’s wrist and began pulling him to your shared sector of the Romanian countryside you lived in.

“Woah, what's with the rush doll? We’ve got plenty of time to get back to the factory before dark, besides none of the lycans would dare touch either of us.” Karl said trying to A. figure out what pissed you off and B. calm you down a bit.

“Oh trust me, I’m well aware of that, but you on the other hand should be worrying about what’s going to happen as soon as we make it back to that factory. Now walk faster.” There was nothing but anger and bitterness dripping from your words as the walking pace you set became faster. Karl realized he might’ve pushed you too far and now he would have to deal with the outcome, he could handle it, right? Spoiler alert, no he couldn’t. Upon reaching the factory and opening the main doors, you dragged Karl inside and slammed the door shut. “You have exactly five minutes to get your ass up to our room, strip naked, and lay yourself out on that bed before I come up there and give you what you deserve.”

There was nothing but anger and lust in your voice as you gave him very clear instructions about what you expected of him. Karl soon hightailed it up the stairs, taking off his hat, coat, and glasses on the way up. Opening the door to your shared room he began stripping the rest of his clothes, his boots and socks followed by his belt and necklace. Quickly pulling off his shirt and pants along with his underwear he jumped onto the bed, laying himself out like you instructed. You, on the other hand, took your sweet time to get the ropes you had been saving, nylon ropes so they wouldn’t hurt his wrists and ankles too badly and walked up to the bedroom where a naked Karl awaited you.

Walking through the still-open door you looked to the right to see Karl on the bed, sprawled out with a hard-on. A smirk came over your lips, happy he so easily followed directions given how bratty he was earlier. Placing the ropes on the bedside, you began to strip yourself, slowly of course to tease Karl. Once you were down to nothing but your boxers you grabbed the first bundle of the nylon rope, unraveling it to tie up his ankles.

“You my dear have been very obnoxious today, and because of that,” you tied his left ankle to the bedpost, “you will be at my will for the next several hours.” Finishing off his right ankle you moved back to the nightstand to grab the next bundle before repeating a similar process with his wrists at the top of the bed.

“C’mon I didn’t tease you that much I mean it didn’t even look like ya got hard from it.” Karl’s words were shaky, trying to reason with a very angry and horny you was not going well for him, nor would it go well over the rest of the evening.

“I don’t want to hear it, you pushed it too far on a really shitty day and now, here’s the consequences.” A twisted smile replaced your previous expression, finally getting to remind Karl that when he teases there are in fact things you can and will do as retaliation. Finishing up his wrists, you stood back and moved to the end of the bed, staring down at the lovely sight. The powerful Lord Heisenberg tied to his bed with a raging boner almost begging to be touched at all. Walking back over to the nightstand you open the drawer on the bottom, pulling out a black gift box, this is where Karl starts to regret what he did. Once open, all the lovely little toys and things you could ever want to use on Karl were inside vibrators, fleshlights, plugs, dildos, cock rings, and even a cock cage, to say you had the strangest order history from the Duke was an understatement.

Looking down at your options, you pulled out one of the vibrators that you could strap around his dick and one of the larger plugs. Placing the box by his feet you crawl onto the bed and straddle his chest to face his dick, strapping the vibrator around his cock and turning it on pretty high he began to jerk his hips up at the mild touch from you, and extreme stimulation he was now experiencing.

“Oh fuck me, why so god damned high?” Karl was groaning and forced some words out in protest of your actions.

“I will just give it a while, and it’s turned up so high because I said so.” There was a bittersweet tone to your voice, happy with how he was taking the punishment. Moving off his chest, you turned around and shuffled between his legs, now grabbing the plug you pulled out. “This will stand in for me for a little bit, so get comfy.” You smiled sickly at him, the face he made was enjoyable to you given what you were currently doing. Pushing the plug to his rim, you started slowly feeding it into his hole, moans left the lord below you. Finally bottoming out the plug, you began to thrust it in and out of him gently, trying to make this enjoyable for him for the short period you were touching him. Thrusting it in one last time, you let go of the glass plug that now sat inside of him, a small noise of distaste left his mouth when you stepped off the bed and moved to the desk chair on the other side of the room, in perfect view of the bed.

“So are you just going to watch me deal with all of this from over there?” Karl was upset that you weren’t touching him, his words still shaky, and struggled as the vibrator continued its job.

“Yeah, I am, I might just read a few chapters of a book while I’m at it.” Another sickly sweet smile was sent in his direction while you grabbed the book off the desk to your left, opening it to where you had read last. However, Karl was rather determined to get you to touch him, moaning, groaning, and whining too loud for you to focus on the words written on the page.

“Please just come touch me, anything, please, I’m sorry, ple-” Karl’s sentence was quickly cut off by his first orgasm of the night, you were honestly surprised it took this long considering you had put the vibrator on nearly 5 minutes ago.

“I thought I made myself very clear that I was going to let you deal with all that for a while before I did anything, this is your punishment remember?” Without even looking up from the book you tried to remind him once more that he was in the dog house for the shit he pulled earlier. Trying to once again focus on the novel in your hands you took a deep breath and started reading. The sounds of Karl’s moans and whines were pleasant background noise at this point, you were now able to tune them out to some degree, but still keep track of how many orgasms he was having.

Finishing off the 20th page of that evening, you looked over at Karl for the first time since you sat down. His face was covered in tears, spit dribbled down his chin and mixed into his beard as his abdomen and thighs were drenched in his own cum. The sight could make anyone turned on, but knowing that this happened because of you made it even better. Accepting that his five orgasms were enough without your help, you grabbed the bookmark and placed it between the pages, closing and setting down the book on the desk before standing up. Walking to the end of the bed you smiled at Karl.

“How do you feel baby?” Your mind was still set on making sure he knew better than trying to tease you in front of everyone again.

“Please just fucking touch me, it hurts please, I’m sorry I won’t do it again just *groan* touch me” Satisfied with the response you got, you crawled onto the bed, sitting between his legs as you turned off the vibrator and took it off, his cock red and angry, still hard as could be even with cumming five times. Leaning up to his face, you kissed him as a reward for putting up with this for so long. He could’ve just used the safeword after the first few orgasms but he stuck through it like a good little puppy.

“You wanna be touched huh? Who do you want to touch you, who makes you feel the best?” There was still something in you that knew he wasn’t quite broken to where you wanted him, persistent to get him to whine and beg for your dick a little more.

“You, I want you to touch me please, you’re the only one that makes me feel good, please just fuck me, fuck me (y/n)” There it was, that’s all you needed to hear to make you pull the plug out of his ass. Standing up to pull your boxers off, you reached over to the nightstand once more to grab the bottle of lube you kept in the top drawer. Popping the cap off, squirting some of the cold viscous liquid into your palm before rubbing some on your cock, now fully erect at the sight of the fearsome Lord Heisenberg broken to almost nothing. Getting back onto the bed, you sat between his spread thighs, moving one of your fingers that still had lube on it to his ass and pushing it in slowly. His moans were like music to your ears, curling the finger you had inside him you quickly put in a second and started to scissor them.

“Just put it in already, I’ve been sitting with that plug up my ass for an hour, I’m more than stretched.” His bitter attitude was making you wish you had left him for another hour.

“I will fuck you when I want to fuck you, and you will be patient.” You should’ve known that he would backmouth you as soon as you started to touch him. Continuing with your stretching you shove a third finger in and continue to scissor him. The only noises in the room were the squelching of his lubed hole and his moans. Pleased with how stretched he was you pulled your fingers out and jacked yourself off a few times before pressing the tip to his ass. Finally pushing into him, you slowly continued inch by inch, his hole almost sucking in more of your dick each time you pushed in more. Bottoming out you just let the both of you sit there for a minute, letting Karl get used to feeling full and you get used to his walls squeezing your cock.

Pulling all the way out to the tip of your cock, you slammed back into his hole setting a brutal pace, only chasing your own pleasure at this point. Pounding his prostate his moans jump a pitch as he grabs at the ropes binding his wrists to the bedposts wishing he could do nothing more than rake his nails down your back.

“Let me touch you, I want to hold you, (y/n) please” Karl’s composure was starting to fully crumble, and you smiled at his begging. You were not about to let him possibly overpower you by letting his arms free so you pulled out of him and moved down the bed. He whined as you left his hole, not happy that his pleasure had ended, no matter how painful it was. Untying his ankles very quickly, you moved between his thighs again and pushed into him setting your pace back to what it was.

“Y-ou bastar-“A moan cut off Karl’s words as you rammed into his prostate, changing your angle to make sure you hit every time now.

“Be careful with your words pup, they might just be your ruin.” There were a couple of breaks in your sentence as low groans left your throat. Karl’s walls clenched around your cock as he came once more, seeing him cum only spurred you on more to keep pounding into him. “God you look so hot like this, covered in your own cum while I fuck you dumb.”

Karl could only reply with whines, not able to formulate words with how fast your hips pistoned into his. He was starting to break down to where you wanted him, finally. Not slowing down at all you continued to ram your cock head into his prostate, he needed to cum at least two more times before you were satisfied with his punishment. After a few more thrusts into him, he started to clench around you. The added pressure to your cock made you cum into him, but he wasn’t getting away just yet.

Continuing the brutal assault on Karl’s prostate, your thrusts didn’t slow down, you barely felt any overstimulation at all. His whines and pleas to slow down were music to your ears as Karl looked up at you with teary eyes and puffy cheeks.

“Does puppy like my cock pounding his hole?” The taunting only brought more whines, poor thing couldn’t make any actual words anymore. “C’mon I don’t like being ignored, give me an answer pup.”

“Y- *hic* ye-ess” managing to get but the one word out was hard enough for the lord, with his overstimulated body and throat raw from moaning. Karl’s orgasm came quickly with each pound of your hips onto his, the knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter before he came. Well, not really. He orgasmed, but it was dry, nothing but his stiff cock sitting there and a blissed-out look on his face.

“Just one more baby, I know you can do it for me.” Your tone started to show more kindness, and I'm happy that Karl put up with so much of this already. Folding his legs at the knee, you threw them over your shoulder, locking Karl into a mating press. Somehow you managed to only get faster in this position as your cock head drove even deeper into your lover's ass. A few minutes later Karl had yet another dry orgasm while you finished chasing your second, filling him to the brim. You let Karl’s legs go from their position but didn’t quite leave him just yet. The moment you took to catch your breath, you also used to lean up to the smaller male's wrists and untie them from their bonds.

The lord was too weak now to do anything but lay limply on the bed, legs still loosely wrapped around you. Pulling out you groaned from the wave of pain and overstimulation that hit you, only able to imagine how Karl would be feeling in the next few hours. You climbed off the bed and headed to the connected bathroom, knowing you couldn’t lift Karl up, and that he definitely couldn’t walk you settled on wetting a rag and heading back to him.

“Hey baby, do you need anything? Some water or Tylenol?” there was nothing but love and pure contentment in your voice as you began to wipe Karl’s chest, thighs, and face down with the rag.

“Mmhm” so weak from the rough treatment he couldn’t even express more than a groan of approval.

“Alright, I’ll get you some water” Leaving a kiss on his head, you snagged your boxers off the floor near the desk and slipped them on, headed down the hall to the kitchen to grab one of Karl’s mugs. Easier to hold a mug than a glass in his condition. Then rummaging through one of the cabinets you found the Tylenol, pouring two into your palm you headed back to the bedroom. Karl hadn’t moved an inch from where he was when you left the room. “Here, sit up a little.” Placing the pills and water on the nightstand you helped to move him up slightly with a couple of pillows behind his back.

Giving him everything he needed you sat down next to him, running a hand over his thigh.

“Remind me not to piss you off again” A small chuckle from you followed his statement.

“Oh baby, I could remind you time and time again but you wouldn’t listen, we both know you’re too stubborn for that.” You leaned up to lightly kiss him on the lips. It was already past dusk, and he decided it best to simply lay in bed and sleep until morning, not like he was going to be up early like normal.

“You sure you’re okay? I didn’t go too hard on you?” Trying to see what level of care he would need in the morning you asked him a couple of questions.

“If you went too hard I would’ve said the damn safe word, now get over here and cuddle me.” His demand was cute, but you followed it nonetheless, not wishing to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

“I love you my dear Lord Heisenberg.”

“I love you too Lord (L/N)”

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Karl Heisenberg x abused!male reader

Summary: Reader has stumbled across the factory while running away from his abusive ex husband who is seeking revenge for their divorce. He quickly finds a way into the factory and finds a place to hide, awaiting his ex husband's departure from the premises, where Reader meets Heisenberg for the first time.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abuse, memories, abusive husband, trauma, mentions of attack, blood, scars, mentions of open wounds, mentions of attempted murder, semi soft Heisenberg

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Cold, harsh air whipped Y/N's face and wounds as he ran through the snow that wad laid so softly on the ground. Snow was falling all around, and Y/N wasn't really prepared for the weather today. He expected to stay in his home, near the fire with a good book, maybe some hot cocoa or coffee or tea. So for the past 5 minutes, he's been running in a tank top, red flannel pajamas bottoms, Santa socks, slippers, and a long red robe. Not the most ideal running attire, especially in the cold and snowy weather.

Y/N's cheeks were extremely red and cold, but he was to fear struck to even notice the cold nipping at his exposed face and hands. All he was focused on was trying to find a place to hide away until his ex husband, Markus, had given up on his pursuit. His eyes scanned the open lands, nothing but snow and the occasional rustling of bushes or trees. Along with snow crunching under Y/N's slippers.

A little background on Y/N's relationship with his ex husband, and why this is all happening.

Y/N had been married to his ex husband Markus for 10 years, withstanding abuse of different varieties. Being physically hit with fists, knees, feet, beer cans and bottles, glass or ceramic vases, basically anything that was in reach that would do some sort of damage to him.

Once Y/N's parents had heard about this, they had called the cops and Markus was brought to jail. During his time in jail, he was served with a divorce notice and was taken to court. Ultimately loosing everything that he owned during his marriage, being his home, his cars, ect. Markus had plotted throughout his entire jail sentence to destroy everything that was now in Y/N's possession, or to ultimately kill Y/N altogether. On multiple occasions, Markus had tried to kill Y/N in subtle ways that wouldn't point to him. Cutting the brakes on Y/N's car, messing with Y/N's engine, ect. Soon Markus got tired of his attempts failing and decided right out he was going to murder Y/N himself.

Which is what got Y/N into running for his life. Now back to the story!

Y/N's head spun in all directions, looking for somewhere to hide. He grew more dizzy by the second; the cold and his open wounds finally getting to him. He then came across a building, factory looking. And he decided then that he would hide there. Y/N checked his surroundings, and hearing the steps of Markus become closer with every passing second. He immediately started to run towards the factory. The first entrance Y/N tried was sealed shut by something on the inside, so he ran around the building to see if there was another way in. Low and behold, there was another door that was wide open, which was a little worrisome. But that was his only option of safety so far, so he went into the building.

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Several minutes had passed since Y/N had entered the factory and found a hiding spot amongst a bunch of machinery and metal scraps. It was silent inside other than machines moving, and the sound of Y/N's soft breathing. He could feel blood slowly rolling down his face, and his leg. But he tried not to move to wipe it or cover the wounds. He wasn't sure if there would be any noise if he moved. The wind whistled outside, and soon there was the sound of shouting. Markus has found the factory. There was the heavy crunching of snow before there was a pounding on the locked door Y/N had tried to enter through earlier. Then there was a sound of heavy footsteps on the wood inside.

"Who's inside of this place?! Are they going to kill me when they find me...?"

They subsided just as quickly as they came. It seemed the person who was inside was standing relatively close to Y/N's hiding spot.

"Y/N you open this goddamn door right now before I fucking bust it down!!" Markus shouted, pounding on the door with a good amount of force. Metal could be heard moving, and the door slamming against the walls inside was very evident. Markus was clearly about to start shouting, but instead took a step back in the snow. "Who- Who the hell are you?!"

"I assume that I could ask you the same thing," A voice unbeknownst to Y/N spoke, semi-deep, a hint of an accent in some words, it wasn't an accent that he could make out from his hiding spot amongst the metal scraps. Y/N listened further, "But... Since you so kindly knocked on my door, I'll give you three seconds to leave before things get ugly."

Markus was about to protest, but hearing the unsheathing of something metal, the sound of running across the snow could be heard getting fainter by the second. The door closed and was locked once again with metal, and heavy footsteps rang across the wooden panels of the floor once more.

Y/N stayed silent, shaking softly from the fear of being found by the person who was currently walking around in the exact room he was in. He took a shaky breath in, and right at that moment the metal he was hiding behind was moved at a rapid pace.

His hands lift in front of his face, and he scoots closer to the wall behind him. He can almost feel the cold through the wall. Footsteps grow closer, slowly, slowly, then they stop. Right. Infront. Of Y/N. There isn't any movement for a while between the two, just small breaths and hicks from Y/N as he slowly begins to cry.

"Please don't hurt me..." Y/N finally speaks up, softly, quietly, almost inaudible. There was a small gasp from the person in front of Y/N. The floorboards cried out as the person sank down in front of the shuttering man.

A rough feeling hand grabbed one of Y/N's, pulling it away from his face. He shut his eyes tightly, pulling whatever he could away from the person in front of him. "Come on, I'm not gonna kill ya, open up." Y/N was hesitant, but slowly opened one eye. There was a man with a beard, brown hair that reached the bottom of his neck, and a pair of sunglasses. He had his hat to his chest, his lips pressed and brow furrowed with a bit of worry. "Here, stand up."

The man spoke, helping Y/N stand. The man was much taller than Y/N, standing around 6'5 at least. No more than 7 feet though. Y/N cowered before the man got on his knees to seem less intimidating. "Hey, hey, relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you." This put Y/N slightly at ease, but he was still tense. The man sighed softly before dipping his head slightly. "My name is Karl Heisenberg, I own this factory."

"Own it? This place?" Y/N thought to himself, curious about how this man came to own a place like this.

Y/N grew less tense as he stared at the man, Karl Heisenberg. He took a deep breath in slowly. "That's nice..." Heisenberg watched Y/N for a minute, then two, then he spoke again.

"Who is that guy to you?"

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Hours passed, Y/N had explained his relationship with Markus to Heisenberg; the taller man had patched up his wounds, and they were now sitting down for a cup of tea.

"How did you find this place anyway?" Heisenberg asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Y/N smiled and laughed a bit. "Well, it's a giant factory in the midst of a bunch of snow... It kind of stands out.."

"Well I suppose you are correct.." Heisenberg spoke before trailing off. He stared at Y/N for a bit before he spoke again, "If he did this to you before, he's bound to come back again. We'll go to your house and grab your things. You're staying here until I can build you a home closer."

Before Y/N could protest, Heisenberg had stood and walked off, probably getting something ready to take him back to the house to collect his things.

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Time had passed once again and now all of Y/N belongings were in a room that Heisenberg had cleared out for him. He sat in the room, looking at all the things thst had been brought. His bookshelf, his recliner, the mattress that was now on a bedframe thst Heisenberg had made for him, and some extra things that Heisenberg had made. It was really generous of him.

Y/N wasn't sure what to expect, but he prayed that it would be better than his time with his ex-husband.

A/N: HI!! I finally posted again, if you have any requests for me I will gladly complete them! Have a good day <3

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“You are a fool, Karl Heisenberg.* You grumbled as you applied an ointment to a particularly bad burn on the outer side of his right shoulder. “You truly have no care for your safety, do you? I know this isn’t exactly something of your world but this damned factory could never dream of passing a health and safety check.” 

He found your worried little snaps endearing, even if the cream you were applying was making his skin feel as though it were on fire all over again. He had removed his hat and shades in order to get a better look at you within the dim light of his factory, his kaleidoscopic hazel eyes taking in how your brow was pinched with worry and your lips were pressed in a frown in concentration. 

“What would I do if something happened to you, huh?” You huffed, “What would I do? I can’t run this place and I sure as hell wouldn’t face Miranda alone, the bitch.” Heisenberg flashed an amused little smile at your words, seeing how he’s rubbed off on you already. 

“I’ll be fine, buttercup.” He reassured you. 

“That’s not very convincing considering how one of your soldats just blew up with you standing next to it!” You bit out through gritted teeth. You were seething but, in reality, your love for Heisenberg outweighed the anger you held for his negligence for having got hurt in the first place. 

“These things happen from time to time.” He took your hand in one of his roughened and calloused ones. He always had some kind of healing cut or scratch over them, always had dried oil caked beneath his short fingernails from all his work. He gently rubbed his thumb in circles over the back of your much softer palm. “And now I know not to repeat my mistake. You mean the world to me and I want to get out of this damned village, I want to do it together. You trust that, don’t you?” You sighed, some of your tension melting with the exhale, as you recalled the board in the entrance that held all of his plans to take down the other Lords and overthrow Mother Miranda. 

“Of course I do…” You replied in a much calmer tone. “I… You just gave me a scare, is all.” In order to show him that you truly did forgive him, you leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his beard scratching slightly against his face. He tasted of tobacco from his cigars, he always did. You’d come to find that your lover always smelled of oil, tobacco and a hard day’s work. 

“I know, buttercup. I promise I won’t let it happen again.” He stood up from the stool that you had earlier thrown him down onto so that he could rise up enough to hold you in his arms, swaying gently with you as he held you to his chest. “We’re getting out of here together, you and me…” 

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Hello! Would you be willing to write headcanons for Karl Heisenberg with a chubby partner? If you aren't comfortable then no worries 💚

Plush

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Fandom: Resident Evil 8

Format: Headcanons

Gender Neutral Reader

Masterlist

I'm half using this to go insane over my gorgeous partner, don't mind me <3 -Finn

There’s just more of you for him to grab, this man is thriving! 

He’s delighted at how soft you are under his hands. He’s accustomed to working with cold, unyielding metal. You are warm and plush and lovely.

Karl absolutely loves laying on you whenever you let him. His head on your chest, on your tummy, on your thighs, it’s all good to him. 

Be very aware that his hands will sneak under your shirt when he’s lying on you. Be even more aware that if his mouth is anywhere near your bare skin, he will bite you. No warning, no apologies. Crop tops are dangerous around him. Karl loves nipping at your waist because he wants to hear the noises you make and hear you jump. 

He is pretty strong, he works with a lot of heavy materials, but he uses his powers to make him far stronger than he actually is. His sleeves are lined with metal wires. This is all to say that he will throw you over his shoulder with little trouble.

This man is obsessed with your hips. You get within reach and he's got his hands on them. He likes being able to pull you closer and squeeze you.

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Karl hating his metal form, reader stumbles upon him during one of his fits and he accidentally transforms. Angst ensues 😶♥️

.... I like the cut of your jib babes.

Body Horror, Angst Ahoy.

Transformed! Karl Heisenberg x Reader

The worst part is the noise.

The pulling and twisting of skin and muscle pops and pulls, and the bang of metal colliding and fusing with skin snaps with an electric charge. You hear the ozone buzz in you ears, taste it on your tongue, and watch helplessly as the form in front of you warps beyond recognition.

And layered on top of it all is the unhinged laughter.

You could have comforted him through yelling and screaming. You'd done it before, you were more than willing to do it again...except today was something worse. Your attempts to talk him down had failed at every step of the way, and it had become abundantly clear that this was something entirely different-- it wasn't a tantrum. It wasn't a fit.

This rage was cancerous.

The form in front of you grows from both the inside and the outside, muscles splitting into fibers like the limbs of an amoeba and snatching metal from the air to pull into the writhing mass. His legs snap backwards at the knees, but you can barely bring yourself to worry about that when his bones puncture through his skin before being knit together with industrial steel.

The-thing-that-was-Heisenberg turns in place to face you, and the screech of metal that comes with the movement is loud enough that you finally need to cover your ears....

Which fully exposes your terrified facial expression to the monster in front of you.

It's laughter grows even more hysterical.

"Speechless, are we?!" The monster's disembodied voice shakes the ground. "I don't blame you! It's hard not to be, when faced with all this!"

Saw blades larger than a house slam down inches away from you, the force of the impact so great it sends you tumbling to the floor.

"GET OUT!" It roars.

The blades begin to whir loudly-- but the sharp sound isn't loud enough to disguise the horrific noise of the monster's own flesh tearing beneath the spinning metal.

(You're too frightened to notice that the blades aren't actually moving towards you.)

It takes everything you have not to cower on the ground. Instead, you sit upright and try to stop your lips from trembling.

You don't say a word, but you don't move away either.

Pistons depressurize and hiss as something that could have once been a face towers over you. There's a human eye there, and the edges of a mouth that looks somewhat familiar.

"You're supposed to listen to me," it's voice is a hissing slur. "when I tell you to run."

And despite the terror in your throat, the blades spinning right next to your torso, and the crackle of electricity stinging your skin and no doubt arcing burns in it's wake--

You lean in.

You cup it's--his face between your hands and lean your forehead against his. Then you close your eyes, and you pretend you're leaning against warm skin and not hot steel.

When he pushes back, your heart breaks.

It's just Karl. He's just a little different. You know him. He needs you.

You try to pretend you're not afraid.

(It's even harder than pretending the tears dripping across your fingers don't exist.)

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Savior (Karl Heisnberg x Reader) - Chapter One

Words - 1957

A plague overtook your village, everyone was dying left and right. No one knows what it was or where it came from. And praying to Mother Miranda didn’t stop or slow down the illness. 

“We have to leave you outside.” Your mother says.

 You caught the plague as well.

Every breath you took felt like pins and needles, your skin felt as though it was on fire, not to mention the peeling that was happening on your hands and feet. You were miserable and dying, and yet your mother was more worried about throwing you out in the cold streets of your village to die. 

“Please, mama.” Your sister says, she didn’t want to see you die–she had hope for your survival. 

“No! We have to take them outside, this plague will not get the rest of my family too.” She shouts. 

You lay there helpless on the floor, you were in and out of consciousness. You were certain you were dying. 

All you hear is your mother and sister bicker for a while longer, your father sits there helplessly; he’s unsure of what to do. He doesn’t want to give up his oldest child but he doesn’t want to lose his wife or daughter as well. 

“It’s final! They will be sent outside.” She says while she and your father hauls you outside while wrapped in blankets as to not touch you. 

You have no clue how far you were from home but you only understood how cold it was. 

You felt yourself sink into the cold earth, wondering what it is that’ll take you. Will it be the plague, the cold, or the lycans that are on the prowl every once in a while? 

Whatever it was that would take you, you had no choice but to succumb to it. This will be how you die. You cannot fight or avoid this.

Your parents said no goodbyes, nothing felt sentimental about being hauled off like a corpse no one cared to bury.

All you could do was think, and barely that. You still kept going in and out of consciousness. Your body is still trying to make attempts at resting. You consider yourself dead, truthfully. You were nothing but a body that was harvesting deadly bacteria; you were contagious on top of that–no one dared to see those caught with the plague. Though, they were treated more kinder than this. They weren’t hauled off with no say in how it was going to be. You were in an unknown area in the dead of winter. It was only your parents who seemed to have hated you enough to get rid of you given the chance. 

You think back to the times when you were actually living, you weren’t the most perfect or kind person in the village. Perhaps this was Mother Miranda's way of having you atone for your sins. In fact, the entire village seemed to be atoning.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” A male voice rang in your head.

You give him no response. You were unable to.

You feel him lift your arms and turn your head as a way to examine you, you can barely open your eyes but from what you were able to see in your blurred vision was Lord Karl Heisneberg, this felt like a mirage. 

He clicked his tongue, “let’s see what we can do with you.” He says as he lifts you into his arms, he was warm but he smelled strongly of sweat and oil.

You had no choice but to let him do whatever he pleased with you. He was possibly turning you into a sick human experiment, everyone knew the Lords were usually up to no good. This situation you were in will be at the expense of something. Nothing was out of the kindness of a Lord's heart, certainly not Heisenbergs. 

“Where are you taking me, my Lord?” You finally had the energy to cough up.

He chuckled, “I may fix or ruin your life, up to how you take it.”

You blacked out after his response, you’re sure he says something extra here and there but you never got to comprehend it. It all melted into echoed chuckles and mumbles. 

Your body was no longer cold, without opening your eyes you knew were somewhere indoors. There were various voices around you, they were arguing about what to do with you. 

You wanted to die but it felt as though they had different plans for you. One of them did at least. Through opened eyes here and there you could see the four Lords and Mother Miranda herself! You felt a bit embarrassed being seen in your current state, you don’t know what they wanted from you but you spent your entire life being taught what to do had you been in a situation where they ‘called’ you to see them. No one knows what they wanted from everyday people, but it felt like such a high honor to be in their presence. Everyone teaches their children on how to approach each and every one of them. Being diseased in their presence felt extremely disrespectful, your mother would have had a heart attack if she knew. 

“It might benefit you in the long run Mother Miranda, you never know!” Karl said, you have no clue what he wants from her or what it has to do with you. 

After more negotiation Mother Miranda agrees to what Heisenberg has been asking for, what it was exactly was still something you didn’t understand. 

“Come along then.” She sighed, Heisenberg taking you back in arms again, you open your eyes to various halls here and there. 

“What’s going on?” You choke up. 

“We’re going to make you better.” Mother Miranda said. 

You could feel your last bit of energy pass through your body over this news, “you have the cure, Mother Miranda?” 

“It’s better than a cure, my dear.” She said softly.

For a moment you felt safe with these people. Safer than you ever could with your mother and father who left you for dead. They could’ve come here for answers! Since you got in so easily it should be no problem, right? 

Or so you thought. 

You spent the next four hours in surgery, the last thing you were told before the pain took everything out of you was that you will be receiving a wonderful gift, the Cadou was inserted through your heart and you spent the next three days in pain. 

There Mother Miranda writes in her notes about your progress while you lay comatose for these few days, Lady Dimitrescu’s maids were tasked with caring for you, Heisenberg would occasionally stop by and talk to you about mundane topics such as his day or newest Soldat he put together, but you couldn’t hear anything. To you it felt like your body could get the rest it needed despite the dreadful pain you experienced. Beforehand, you were unable to sleep properly because of how horribly everything was due to the illness.

Y/N L/N

Age: 24 

Occupation: Farmer

Day one… the surgery was a success. No signs of being the ideal host yet, skin around the hands and feet appear to be turning black, almost like frostbite. Will give it two more days before the subject is pronounced dead.

Day two… skin seems to be clearing up slowly but surely, the subject is able to move and it's as though they’re simply sleeping. Still no signs of being the ideal host… the maids are complaining of the room feeling below freezing… later in the afternoon the subject's finger appeared to have been frozen off, yet when I examined them a new finger was there untouched, in fact it was no longer black unlike the rest of the hand. I believe the blackened limbs will start to fall off and grow new again any moment now… the fallen limbs seem to have turned into pieces of ice and later water due to the temperature no longer supporting the ice. The room temp has now been regulated. 

Day three… The subject is nowhere near an ideal host for Eva. They’ve appeared to be back to normal. I will have to examine them again when they’ve awakened. Seems to have the gift of ice. I will have to try again soon. 

By the fourth day, you’ve finally awakened. You feel like you’re freezing but you’re no longer sick. 

“Good morning.” You hear a familiar voice speak to you. 

You sit up and see an older woman from your village placing water on the table across from you, you haven’t seen her in years. 

“Anna?” You said, your voice was hoarse due to not speaking in days.

“Oh, Y/N.” She said, “I’m so sorry for what they've done to you.” She frowned. 

“What are you talking about?” You looked at your hands and they appeared to be fine, last you remember they were red and peeling. Overall, you felt pretty great besides the chills you experienced, but it was late December, of course it was going to feel cold. Especially in what looked like such an old castle. 

“Do you know where you are, child?” Anna questions you.

You shake your head, hoping she’d give you the answer. 

“The Dimitrescu castle!” She exclaimed. 

You felt your body go numb, your hands shook, everything kept becoming more and more confusing. 

“Why? All I remember was Lord Heisenberg carrying me to an unknown area! Am I in trouble with Mother Miranda?”

Before Anna could answer, there she walked in. The woman you only heard of in prayer and sermon. Sometimes you doubted her existence but there she was right before you. 

“My child…” She whispers as she makes her way over to you, “how are you feeling?”

You felt paralyzed, you didn’t know what the right words were while you sat in front of her. You wanted to cry and thank her for her mercy even though you’ve done nothing wrong but at the same time everything you did felt wrong and sinful. 

��I’m okay… where am I?” 

She chuckled and grabbed your arm, she put it down shortly after. “You’re freezing. Do you feel cold?”

“No, Mother Miranda.” Which was half true, you felt completely fine despite the chills.

“That’s great, I would like for you to meet everyone else.”

You grew slightly frustrated but perhaps she’ll explain there or on the way. But you know better than to show it. 

She had Anna hand you a pair of new shoes, which were lined with fur on the inside, perfect for the brutal winter. 

You walk down a series of confusing hallways with intricate designs on them, she kept quiet. As did you, you were taught how to act but never how to speak to her, she was never someone you spoke to but rather listened to. She was a Goddess to you all. 

The two of you made it inside of what looked like an abandoned church, there sat the four Lords. They were expecting you. 

“Children!” She called out. 

Everyone stopped their bickering and paid attention to Mother Miranda, who made you two the center of attention. 

“Welcome your new sibling, the fifth Lord; Y/N!” She said while shoving you to the center of the room. 

All watched your every move, except for Karl. Guilt was very clear on his face.

“Nothing smart to say, hm?” Lady Dimitrescu smirks. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Karl replies. 

“Enough. Welcome home Y/N.” 

You feel your stomach drop, and before you know it you crash onto the ground and everything is dark once more. 

Since when did you become a Lord?

After writing my oneshot Manmade Weapons, I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to start a fic for him !! Im unsure of the updates but I hope I can put out whenever I can!! Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this. And this will be on AO3 if you wanna bookmark it there too :3 -Cherub

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

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Karl Heisenberg x plus size reader

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

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

WC: 1.5k

Minors DNI

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

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

Yet there was one who actively sought her out. 

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

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

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

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

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

——————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He needed to act fast.

——————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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

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𝑩𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒚— 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

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

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pairing: Karl Heisenberg x fem!Dimitrescu!Reader

word count: 1361

tw: royal au

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

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

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

....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Excuse me."

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

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

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

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

"Lord Heisenberg, you scared me!"

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

"Why are you here lord?"

"I could ask you the same little miss."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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