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beautifulblooms · 6 months

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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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cuddly-dean-baby · 3 months

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

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

Oooooo

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

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

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

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

Ooooooh

You’re in for a ride (literally)

What else...?

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

But they worry

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

He’s algood with Carlos hanging out with everyone else

But with you

Nope

You’re staying away from them

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

Along with helping Ethan defeat Mother Miranda

Now

Bedtime

The soft bedtime; cuddles

LOTS of cuddles

And innocent kiss

The intimate bedtime; oh Lord

They fight over on who gets what

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

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time-to-run · 2 years

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Karl Hesinberg x Male Reader

Summary: Reader being Karls assistant headcanons/Imagines. (This happend before ethan comes to the village and everything goes to shit).

Tw/Cw: fluff but also just a bit of angst, swearing, nicknames,

Sfw

-Imagine you constantly getting lost in the factory to the point where it's getting on Karl's nerves cause he has to search for you everywhere. So he just ties a bell to you arm so when you get lost he can come and find you easier,

-Imagine Karl giving you nicknames like bunny, sweetheart or prett boy. Basically anything but your actual name,

-Imagine Karl just kinda freezing up the first time you hug him. Like he just stands there confused like "Why the fuck did you do that?",

-Imagine Karl thinking you got lost again cause your not responding to him, only for him to find you pasted out from over exhaustion. Him just awkwardly standing there before doing anything,

-Imagine your leaving to go home for the day but it snowing like hell outside and you forgot your jacket, so Karl lends you his. Definitely didn't get any questions from your family,

-Imagine Karl leaning over you cause he's taller to help you with what ever your doing,

-Imagine Karl pulling you towards him by any jewellery you might wear. As long as it's metal and your waering it, he can use it to his advantage,

-Imagine sharing the same exact hatred for Lady Dimitrescu as Karl, but not telling him. And one day he finds out and now it's just you two constantly shit talking her,

-Imagine constantly stealing Karl's hat just for him to have to run after you. But I mean you can't exactly hide with those bells on your arm,

-Imagine Karl telling you about his plans to kill Miranda and him being absolutely extatic when you agree to help,

✨️Angst✨️

-Imagine walking in on one of Karl's episodes and you get hurt. He didn't mean it but he also doesn't know how to approach you after. He feels like shit for it tho,

-Imagine genuinely praising Karl on something he's made but getting confused when you see his sad and confused face. He had to keep his composer so he didn't cry, well kinda,

-Imagine not wanting to go back home at the end of the day cause of an argument you had with a family member. And so you stay late without telling karl. But when he does find out, he finds you passed out with tears in your eyes,

-Imagine having to force Karl away from his work cause he's been overworking himself to much, just for him to shout at you to leave him alone. God he didn't mean it so rudly but he regretted it,

-Imagine an accident happening and you getting hurt somewhere deep in the factory. But Karl doesn't hear it so your last moment are basically you screaming for him, just screaming for help. But when he finds you cold and pale he's instantly in panic mode. He doesn't know what to do but pull you closer to him and cry,

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themagical-soup-spaghetti · 16 days

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Not requested!!

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

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.

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?"

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.

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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writeshite · 1 year

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Karl shouldn't be alive. He should be buried with the rest of the village, his conscious kicking Mother Miranda in the afterlife, but he's not. Instead, he's covered in soft blankets, head against your chest as it drizzled outside. Your heartbeat grounded him, drawing him out of his mind and providing him a soothing rhythm to doze off to.

#karl heisenberg x male reader #shitedrabbles #karl heisenberg x reader #idk how he survives but he does and he crawls his way out to wherever the fuck reader is lol

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densnake · 1 year

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Helloooo can I request Karl Heisenberg with a Stoic Male S/O who is bigger and taller than him and has blue fire powers?

Karl Heisenberg With A Stoic! Reader With Fire Abilities

Reader type: Male reader [Boyfriend, Guy, Etc]

Fandom: Resident Evil

Content Warning: Might Be OOC, And Nothing Else!

Authors note: Hey! this is literally my first time writing a fic at all so I'm so sorry if it isn't the best quality and the abrupt end! It was very fun to write though thank you! ^^

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When Karl first took notice of you it was when he had realized someone inside the village had natural abilities. He immediately was set on being the first one to have you in his possession.

He wasn't going to let anyone else get to you just to waste your potential, especially not Alcina. Just the thought of her beating him to you and turning you into a snack made his blood boil.

So Karl sent some of of his drones after you to be retrieved immediately.

When you arrived back to Karl he was eager to begin studying you and turning you into another project of his. He was aware that you could easily put him in danger with your large stature and powers this, for the most part, enticed him.

While he was very interested in you already Karl also had to be prepared for any reaction you had. He needed a plan to get you to remain relatively calm while he studied the extent of your powers.

When Karl first saw you in person he was very surprised by your size he hadn't expected someone as big as you and especially as tall. Karl knew not to dwell on this fact but it definitely was something he was going to be thinking about.

Karl had originally told you that he had needed your help for an invention to bring back Mother Miranda knowing you'd be another follower.

You didn't complain about the situation and asked minimal questions about where you were and about Mother Miranda. It was a surprise that you were so seemingly calm about the situation at hand. it was good that you were so co-operative with him even if it was just blind faith.

When he spoke to you it was like he was talking down to you even if it irked you he would continue to speak harshly with you and make fun of you.

Considering you weren't one to speak in the first place when you had next to nothing to say back to him it made him frustrated. He wanted to make sure that you knew he was in charge here.

With your attitude and engaging less in his behavior along with the way you stood over him he felt somewhat insecure while he had to look up at you. He didn't feel small or bad about himself compared to you he just didn't like the idea that you could be underestimating or feeling greater than him. He always made sure that you were aware you were under his control.

Seeing as you were much more reserved and stronger than originally anticipated Karl found himself wondering what you were thinking and what you were capable of.

The tests he subjected you to were disguised as apart of the process where he would gather information about your physical abilities such as your base strength, your resistance to your own and outside fire/heat, and how hot you can burn until it affects you if at all.

While you worked with Karl you provided a great assistance with its development that he was not used to. you also provided as a good way for Karl to let out his frustrations about the other Lords. During this time you learned a lot about him and them as you provided a silent ear to him.

During any particularly heated rants Karl would let some things slip about himself and the other lords without realizing. Your silent nature allowed him to share more than what he would originally notice.

During this time you also gave small details about yourself when he was finished as well and any of the criticisms or doubt in your faith in Mother Miranda and the Lords that you had. When you spoke about it you were short but you got your point across well.

He appreciated being able to finally speak to someone that didn't kiss the ground that they walked on. Even if you weren't as passionate as he was about it he was more than happy to dominate the conversation.

Eventually when the time came where Karl would have to make a decision on if he was going to keep you around as an 'assistant' in his shop or turn you into another one of his experiments.

Obviously he chose to keep you around instead of stripping you of your individuality and free will.

As you both had grown closer over the period you spent together Karl would eventually tell you the truth if you were to stick around. He was very blunt with you when it came time to tell you what you believed was false where as you would have to eventually come to accept as the truth.

It was easier to accept as you had been previously listening to Karl picking up hints he dropped when you spoke however it still hardly prepared you for what he had to tell you

He could not be able to sympathize with you in any feelings of betrayal you might have upon learning it as he is hard set in his feelings towards everyone else and wasn't willing to learn as to why someone could or even accept any faults of his own.

Becoming a resident was very different than just his potential project for starters you weren't in as much danger as you were originally be it because you were now subjected to less or because you were simply new.

Karl was still stubborn and rude most of the time however now it wasn't as aggressive as before. He still felt like he had to assert himself he eventually became somewhat less passionate about it.

Karl indulges himself in getting you to use your power for tasks even if he could easily do it himself he enjoys watching you do it. You might need to stop him from going over board with this new ability.

There was no real confession from him he just gradually became more affectionate with his little comments and the way he spoke to you. Soon enough one day he would just call you his boyfriend while was teasing you [In a positive/playful way].

Around this time is when he would take more notice of how big you actually were compared to him. Not even just how tall you were but by how strong you were to match. This was more apparent whenever you got close or physical. He would be lying if he said it didn't appeal to him.

He would definitely call you 'big guy'.

Karl isn't very physically affectionate and not a fan of PDA. He would much prefer keeping all that in the private. This wouldn't be a big issue for you both though.

However Karl can get jealous very easily. This, again, doesn't happen very often for the two of you as you aren't one to actively socialize with the others. He'd never admit to you that he was jealous. However if he feels that one of the others is getting too friendly or doubting you he will immediately step in.

it isn't that he thinks that you can't handle yourself in discussion with them he just hates the idea that you or him will be put into suspicion.

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That's All! Thank You For Reading!

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engineered escapism

pairing: karl heisenberg x masc!reader

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[Essentially, you’re in Ethan Winters’ place, although you’re not married to Mia and Rosemary isn’t your child… For the sake of the plot, Rose is your younger sibling! Her disappearance justifies your journey into the strange village.]

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You’re quickly getting tired of this village. It’s dilapidated and wrecked, with werewolves roaming around and dead bodies scattered about the land. The area reeks of death, destruction, and grime. The smoky air is so suffocating that it makes your head pound incessantly. You shake your head in disbelief, musing on the prior events that led you here. They snatched Rose up and dragged you out of the house. You need to find Rose, no matter the cost.

After a rather painful amount of time spent ransacking the village for weapons and valuables, you find the key you need to enter the area leading to the castle. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you unlock the gates and walk towards the looming castle walls. It appears that the path leads to a side entrance, thankfully. You shouldn’t be spotted here. Upon entering the passage, you find dim torches lighting the way and rubble littered about the floors. It seems you’re still not in the castle just yet. Your eyes catch on a crank next to a ginormous door and you reach out to pull it.

“Well, well.” You whip around, dread coiling in the pit of your chest when you take in the rugged-looking stranger lurking in the corner. The man is wearing a wide brimmed hat and sunglasses. He carries a vicious metal hammer, which is currently propped against his shoulder. You gulp. “Didn’t think anyone was left! You must be pretty stubborn, huh?” As the man takes a step closer, you realize that there are things floating around him. Upon closer inspection, it appears the metal scraps nearby are hovering in the air, as if he is controlling them. You suddenly don’t have a good feeling about this.

“Who are you?” You manage to choke out.

That must be the wrong thing to say, because the man’s smirk grows wider. “You’re not from around here,” he realizes aloud. You grimace. “Even better.” You don’t get the chance to question what that means before there’s a sharp pain slicing through your chest. You look down, only to find that you’ve been impaled with a metal rod. Your knees crumple beneath you and you fall to the ground. Just as you try to push yourself up, metal slams into your skin. The scraps surround you until your vision fades to black.

You’re later awoken to the rough sensation of being dragged along the rocky ground. When you finally manage to blink the stars out of your eyes, you find that your hands are entrapped within another metal contraption. The man from earlier is dragging you behind him, using a long chain that connects to your trapped hands. You try to resist and dig your heels into the ground.

“Easy, buttercup,” the man says over his shoulder, evidently noticing your rather pathetic attempt at resistance. There’s no trace of his earlier amusement in his voice. You contemplate your options. You could try to break free and risk this guy retaliating and killing you. You could also go along willingly and try to figure out your options from there. You sigh. It would be safer to wait to see what he has in store. “We’re almost there.” He laughs. You try to keep your eyes open, but your exhaustion wins out once more.

It feels as if, the moment your eyes slip shut, you’re being roused awake again. This time, it’s not the rough feeling of being dragged around that tears you from sleep. Instead, it’s a woman’s voice. You can’t quite make out what she’s saying, so you instead wait for the graininess in your vision to pass. Once it does, you’re immediately wishing you were unconscious once more.

A small figure stands before you. She wears a bride’s gown and veil. Her skin is a haunting grey and her empty eyes lock onto you. Just as she takes a step closer, another figure enters your view. This one is grotesque. He has bones tied to his temple and his purplish skin is wrinkled with wear. The two start fighting and, thankfully, lose their interest in you rather quickly.

“My daughters grow hungry for… fresh meat.” You turn to your left, only to find a tall woman wearing a brimmed hat and an elegant white dress. She appears to be a royal of some sort. Her voice sounds somewhat familiar. You wonder if she was the one speaking just as you regained consciousness.

“Give him to me,” the man from earlier smirks. His attention is focused on the woman standing in the center of the room. These people… They’re debating your life right in front of you, as if you aren’t even there. You stare at him, willing him to turn his head. Against all odds, the man glances at you. You send him your most venomous glare and he chuckles. “I haven’t had a new lab rat in such a long time.” The tall woman sitting across from him stirs at this, as if she has an objection.

“That’s enough,” the figure in the center of the room seethes, successfully making the space fall to silence. “I’ve made my decision. Heisenberg. The outsider’s fate is in your hands.” Trepidation prickles along your skin as the man that assaulted you earlier tips the brim of his hat to the woman speaking. Evidently, he is Heisenberg.

“Mother Miranda…” The tall woman says, stepping towards you. You instinctively push yourself backwards. “Heisenberg is immature and childish. Surely this mortal would be better dealt with in my hands.” This statement doesn’t seem to make Heisenberg happy, as he gets up from his seat and starts arguing in response. You bite the inside of your cheek, pretending that your heart isn’t racing out of his chest. The other figures from before are laughing and jumping about, evidently amused with the sudden turn of events.

“Silence!” A loud voice rings out amidst the chaos. “My decision is final.” Eight wings extend from Mother Miranda’s shoulders and her peaceful countenance from earlier has disappeared. The remark seems to dissuade everyone, as the fair lady turns her head. Heisenberg looks thoroughly pleased and he gestures widely to the space above, which—to your immediate horror—is swarming with werewolves.

“Time for the games to begin!” Heisenberg announces loudly, accruing several hisses from the other creatures. The man then turns around and crouches down in front of you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Let’s see how long it takes you to break!” He lifts his hammer and you scramble backwards just in time to avoid a hit. His hammer cracks into the ground below and suddenly, the werewolves are standing right before you.

“Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four…” It takes you a dangerously long time to comprehend what’s happening. By the time you turn to run away, he’s nearly done counting. You just barely manage to jump down a hole in the corner when you hear him joyfully announce the last number. “One!” You race through the tunnel you drop down in, heart pounding in your chest. The pathway is narrow and rocky, filled with boarded up areas that house angry werewolves. To your annoyance, you hear Heisenberg’s laugh loud and clear. It seems he’s found a way to broadcast his voice throughout the place. You roll your eyes and continue sprinting. Eventually, you come across an obstacle in the path and you have to kick through it to continue on.

Jumping down to another cave area, you take no time to rest and continue running. “Well done!” Just as he yells that, you see a ginormous, hulking creature towering over you. The thing has a giant hammer in its hands and it swings it at you, knocking the wind out of you. Before you know it, you’re falling backwards and down a long tunnel. It eventually spits you out onto the ground of what appears to be a holding cell. Werewolves claw at the bars down at the end of the rocky space. You think you hear Heisenberg say something else, but your adrenaline is roaring in your ears and you don’t have the time to focus on him.

Spikes are falling from above, you realize with horror. Just when you thought you escaped, another insurmountable obstacle appears. How in the hell are you going to survive this? You look around the cell frantically, desperate for some way to escape. The spikes descend closer and closer, until you’re almost crawling to avoid them. Thankfully, in the back of the cave, there appears to be an exit low to the ground. You pull at the wooden planks blocking it and crawl through. Somehow, you find yourself in yet another tunnel. Once it ends, you jump down into what appears to be a dump of sorts. You hardly get the chance to take a few steps before Heisenberg’s voice is echoing throughout the chamber.

“You didn’t think I’d let you escape, did you?” You whip around, only to find another set of spikes. These ones are even sharper and they roll towards you quickly. You race to the rocky wall and manage to find an alcove. The spikes continue to get closer. An idea pops into your head at that moment, and you recklessly hold up the metal contraption cuffing your hands together. “Fresh ground beef!” Heisenberg yells excitedly. The metal rubs against the spikes until the contraption breaks and the spikes stop spinning. You’re left breathing hard as the jagged metal is mere inches from your face. You manage to crawl out from under the spikes and stand up in the wreckage.

Once you regain your balance and your heart is no longer in your throat, you walk into the tunnels ahead of you. To your annoyance, there are more spikes scattered about these paths. Though, thankfully, they don’t appear to be functioning. You fumble your way around until you come across a wooden door that is locked from your side. After quickly unlocking the door and peeking through the crack to the other side, you find that you’re in the same place from earlier—the area where you first encountered Heisenberg. You take a step forward and close the door behind you, before sagging against it for a moment’s respite. Your breaths are still rather ragged and your chest aches from the way he impaled you earlier. You use what little first aid you have left to treat the wound, but, unfortunately, it doesn’t entirely disappear. As you walk through the tunnel, you find yourself outside. Your chest burns and your scratches and scrapes sting against the cold air. It appears you weren’t technically in the castle after all.

To your surprise and wariness, a merchant in a carriage is waiting for you. He’s definitely suspicious, but you settle for buying some of his wares and leaving. He’s far from the top of your priorities right now. Rose is of utmost importance. You have to find your sister. The thought pushes you forward into the castle itself. You push aside the heavy doors to reveal a large gallery. Ornate golden decorations line the white walls and elegant furniture enhances the ambience. You feel incredibly out of place here, but you’re quick to push aside the feeling. None of this matters. Rose is the only one that matters right now—strange creatures be damned.

You finally manage to find the entrance hall, after perusing around the few side hallways that connected to where you first entered. You hear a scream as you enter the space, so you make sure to spend as little time there as possible. You’re quick to run through to the nearest door and continue exploring. Weirdly enough, you can’t shake the feeling that the secrets in this castle will lead you closer to Rose. Clearly, the creatures all know something about her whereabouts. They have to.

Scarily enough, the merchant is somehow inside the castle now. You wonder how you didn’t run into him on his way in. His carriage is rather big, after all. Surely you would’ve crossed paths. You shake your head to clear your thoughts and continue on your way. As you explore, you begin to feel like you’re in a bit over your head. The castle is positively huge and you’re frequently getting turned around. To make matters worse, Lady Dimitrescu and her sisters are often roaming about the halls, so you have to be cautious when exploring. You do encounter one of the sisters, but you’re able to fend her off by breaking the windows in the room you’re occupying and exposing her to the cold winter air. The sisters are vulnerable to extreme changes in temperature, you think. After that encounter, you’re quick to continue exploring. At least, until you come across Lady Dimitrescu. You’re standing just outside her window. You have to crouch in order to keep yourself hidden, but you can still hear her voice as she calls someone on the phone.

“Mother Miranda,” Lady Dimitrescu starts. Well, that’s pretty expected. You’re not sure who else the woman would be calling. You decide to remain silent and continue listening in. “It appears the mortal has escaped from Heisenberg’s foolish trap… I find myself perplexed. Heisenberg has never taken such an interest in someone before.” That last statement throws you off. Taken an interest? What does that mean? You grimace and decide to continue moving, not bothering to listen to the rest of the phone call. It’s pretty difficult to comprehend a one-sided conversation. With that knowledge in the back of your mind, you manage to make your way back into the castle. You’re amazed you haven’t come across any of the other sisters yet. Unfortunately, that is when your luck runs out.

“Come out, little mouse.” You freeze upon hearing Heisenberg’s voice echoing through the hall. Evidently, the man’s trying to beckon you closer. You can’t help but scoff at the new nickname, even though you did feel rather akin to a mouse in a labyrinth earlier. Shaking your head, you look around the space, but there’s no one in sight. For a moment, you think you see a shadow, but it’s gone before you can confirm its existence. Your hands are trembling as you take careful steps forward. You hesitantly push the closest door open, only to fall backwards upon seeing the figure standing in the doorway.

“It seems I’ve finally found you,” Heisenberg says, deftly swinging his hammer up to rest on his shoulder. You take a few steps backwards, but the man matches your steps and grins. The furniture behind you begins to rattle and a few scraps of metal hover in the air near Heisenberg. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long. Perhaps you could be useful after all. ”

Without thinking, you throw the nearest object you can find at him. He dodges the projectile with ease. You begin to think that was the wrong choice, upon seeing the hungry gleam in his eyes. You clasp the gun in your hand and shoot a few shots as a test. Sure enough, they don’t seem to affect him in the slightest. The man takes a few casual steps forward and you glance around the space for an escape. Surely, there’s somewhere you can run. This can’t be the end.

“You’re a tough one,” Heisenerg remarks, unknowing of your internal struggle. You take another instinctual backwards, only for your heel to brush up against the wall. Hopelessness settles deep in your chest and a shiver goes down your spine as you’re faced with the Lord. “I think I’ll keep you.” Before you can begin to comprehend what that statement means, Heisenberg is swinging his hammer into you. You duck down and his swing wrecks the wall you had been standing against. He brings his hammer down again and you throw your hands up at the last second. However, the force of the blow is still enough to send you toppling. Heisenberg is lightning quick and his third swing is far too fast for you to block. The last thing you see before your vision fades to black is the malicious smirk on the engineer’s face.

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