#karl heisenberg headcanons

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Twenty-Nine: Karl Heisenberg + BreathPlay

You were constantly reaching out for Karl's hand. Enjoying the rough feeling of his cussed-covered fingers against your much softer hands.

Karl didn't seem to mind either after the initial shock that someone was touching him. Wantingly touching. You walked hand in hand to meet with the family and sat side by side. Pressed into his side, but continuously your fingers were interlocked.

Hand in hand when you walked around in town, and as much as Karl hated the idea of being around less intelligent people than him. He allowed you to drag him down to the middle of town and walk around the shops before returning to the factory after a long day out.

That was not the only time you wished that you could hold his touch. You yearned for a hand to run smoothly down your back and sometimes rest at the bottom of your spine. You longed for the soft touch of his rough hand.

You are the exact opposite of Karl. You yearn for the touch of another, and Karl yearns to not be touched. Karl is okay with his lonely life before you came along, and he's just as content with living it how it is now.

Yes, you are confused because when you look at Karl, you don't see just a friend, someone to talk to when the nights are quiet, and the factory is slow. No, Karl is something else for you. A bright light at the end of the tunnel. He's what you yearn for.

So when the touch you yearn for splits and turns into a need that you have to fill, something twists within your mind. You start to stare off more. Staring at Karl's hands as he works on bits of metal together, or how he tightness things together on a soldat.

The one that as you biting your tongue and squeezing your thigh together is when his hands stretch out, his metal hammer flying into his hand. It's attractive all on its own. The bludge of his veins, the girth of his fingers, it all has you in a haze.

"Y/n? Are you even paying attention to what I'm talking about?" Karl's booming voice pulls you from your naughty thoughts of his hands. "Huh." You say a bit too loud, and he rolls his eyes, "Earth to Y/n, what's got you being a space cadet today?" He asks, intrigued by your glazed-over eyes and gap mouth.

Karl has never seen you like this, and he's seen you in many ways. Blood smeared across your cheeks. A mixture of your own and others, your shirt half tore due to lycans desperately in need of stitches. Bare skin that makes his heart race every time he catches a glimpse. Y/n had been off, and Karl had taken notice. Take notice of how your gaze drifted from his face, down his arms, and then finally landed on his hands.

"I'm just… it's all fine." You say to Karl, trying to push away the fact that you not only got caught but also have no idea you were spacing out. His stare is deathly; you're an open book for him to read as much as he likes.

"No… I don't believe you. I think you were off dreaming…" You shake your head, trying to push him away from the right path he's already on. "Don't shake your head at me now, buttercup. Better if you just fess up to what you were thinkin' about." You feel like a deer in headlights. Wide-eyed and easily scared off.

The silence is unsettling, "Oh, buttercup, you want me to guess instead." Smirking up a storm, you think that's rather a good idea, and then it's a bad idea. But there's nothing else you can do. If you say the words, then it's all too real, but if he guesses it, then it means Karl already knows.

"I think…" He says, getting up from the side of the table, heavy boots on the ground beneath you. "you have been very naughty…" With each punch of the words that fall from his mouth, his hands graze up your back like you've always wished for. "thinkin' about me, and my hands." You breathe in quickly. If it's due to his touch or his words, you'll never know.

"I bet you've thought up a bunch of dirty things." He whispers into your ear. His voice was rough and scratchy. "I bet you would love it if I just wrapped my hand around your throat and kept you right on the edge all night long." You moan as you feel his hand reach the base of the back of your neck. "Let me just sink my fat cock into your tight pussy, hmm, squeeze your throat so you stars." You whimper as you clench your thighs tightly, willing the ache to go away.

Then just like that, Karl is gone, walking back over to his side of the table. You're left like a puppy following its owner. Shock is written all over your face. "Oh, what do you want more buttercup." He mutters as he walks off and towards the direction of the bedroom.

You follow like a lovesick puppy would.

Completed on: 08/20/23

Posted on: 10/28/23

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Resident Evil Master List // House Heisenberg Master List // Kinktober '23

[heisenbergsbitxh]

Karl Heisenberg Headcanons <3

I’m quite new to Tumblr, so if this is messy I’m sorry, I still adjusting to the format!

I intend to make some real posts, like fanfiction or something, later on, but for now here are some headcanons of my own for Karl:

He snores. Like a fucking bear, it’s not even funny. That man has sleep apnea like a southern grandma, you cannot change my mind.

The Duke special imports his cigars—Karl doesn’t know where they come from exactly, but they’re damn good cigars, so he doesn’t care to ask.

If you offer this man a regular cigarette he will sneer at you and smack it out of your hand. He is a commited cigar smoker. He’d throw a fit if you even dared hit a bubblegum vape near him, get that shit out of his face.

Gets freaked out about flys. Is that one of his nieces, or does he just smell bad? Is he being spied on, or is it just a hungry insect?

If Karl had access to any outside news or accessories, this man would be punk as fuuuucck. Crust punk, specifically. You think that man washes that jacket? Let alone replaces it ever? Hell no, it gets dirty just as fast as he washes it, and if he rips it he simply repairs it with whatever material and goes along his day. He *could* buy new clothes from the Duke, but why repurchase what can be fixed? Also, fuck the government while he’s at it.

He has very few belongings that aren’t work related. Outside of tools and parts, he is the exact opposite of a hoarder. He bedroom is pretty much empty.

He’d cry if his hammer ever broke. It’s his comfort item, and as much as he could easily repair it, he’s never forgive himself if even one gear was out of place. The hammer is his baby.

If this man could listen to music, it would be the grungiest, shittiest 80’s-2000’s dad rock/metal you’ve ever heard in your life. We’re talking Motley Crüe, Alice in Chains, Nirvana, Metallica, Nickelback, Seether, and GOD would that man ever love TOOL, and he would insist on his life that there hasn’t been good music since that era.

Most if not all scars are caused by him being a clutz with his powers—especially when he was first learning them.

He curses out the soldats when his work is failing, in the way you would curse out a table after stubbing your toe. Wire not cooperating right? “Stupid fuckin piece of shit, work damn it!” Sparked at him? “How fucking dare you?! Get your shit together!” ……somehow, some way, it works?

Dog person. That is all.

His eyes are sensitive to light from lack of proper eyewear while welding, the shades help.

Lower lumbar issues at the very least, you cannot tell me that hard labour working motherfucker doesn’t have some kind of physical pain. If Moreau can have chronic illness, so can Heisenberg, he’s the most human of them all god damn it.

He’s actually quite pleasant to talk to, he just lacks social etiquette and has a real mean mouth, but if you can get around that…eh, he’s chill. He’s got some manners.

Has night terrors about Miranda taking him and the experiments he endured.

He can feel the Cadou moving.

Actually feels bad for village residents. He understands that they’re brainwashed/unaware, but he still automatically resents them for worshiping that bitch.

Could not handle a compliment if one was given, he’s too used to being insulted. Goes for physical touch too, he will react aggressively to even just a shoulder pat due to traumas.

Enjoys the rain.

Hates being worshipped as a lord, it makes him wildly uncomfortable if villagers bow for him or call him “Lord Heisenberg” or “My Lord”��.he’d rather just be called “Heisenberg” , like a regular person.

<3 <3 <3

[judasbreed]

Hiii :) If you are in the mood, can you please write headcannons about Heisenberg who is trying to live a normal life after defeating Miranda. I would like to see him gradually making up for everything that was taken away from him over the years of serving Miranda. Thank you! (sorry for my English)

sure thing! thank you for requesting!

Karl Heisenberg After Defeating Miranda

headcanons below the cut!

- Heisenberg was so focused on his offense he hadn't even noticed he won. Mirandas body lie still on the ground, her limbs slowly crystalizing over which would soon be swept away as ash into the cold air. He was hesitant, but once he was sure of his victory, Heisenberg would waste no time humiliating Miranda. - At first, Heisenberg wouldn't know what to do with himself. Defeating Miranda consumed his life, and all of his "I defeated that evil nasty witch, now what?" planning seemed to fall at his feet. It didn't feel real! So Heisenberg would... spend even more time in his factory. He had to think about what he wanted to do now that he was free! - Heisenberg would take things a lot slower now. Years of evil plotting can get pretty exhausting, after all, and self care wasn't really his priority. So he would take it easy (at least, as much as an evil genius could). Now, he could spend days wandering his factory without worrying about Miranda or those other freaks, it was great! - He would continue to build, but his creations would be more trivial. Instead of weapons to defeat Miranda, he'd make things that HE wanted to make, no matter how lethal they may be (Though, he still preferred that they be lethal) - As the last remaining lord, Heisenberg still technically "ruled" over the village, but he'd soon learn that ruling wasn't really his forte. His personality and ego really damaged any chance of him forming a relationship with the townsfolk. According to him, they were all "spineless morons" anyway, so he didn't waste much time in town. The Soldats and Lycans were already more than enough to order around, and they listened much better than the townsfolk. - Ultimately, Heisenberg would decide to stay in his factory. It was all he knew anymore, but as long as he was free from Miranda, he didn't really care. He was content now.

[margaretoakgrove]

Caring Lord Heisenberg

First of all, let me to wholeheartedly congratulate you on being one of the luckiest people in the world!

Yes, that's right, you have automatically become one since that very moment when the heart of lord Heisenberg himself chose you as his only one beloved.

And despite of the tough personality and rough exterior of this man he is, actually, quite kind, caring, gentle and attentive within the soul and will do literally anything to see a genuine smile of happiness on your face.

You will probably not hear him saying "i love you" hundred times a day because, not going to lie, Karl is not very good at expressing his feelings with words, but he will definitely always find many other different ways to show how deeply he really cares for you.

On daily basis the lord lavishly compliments your outward look, making your cheeks redden like two ripe tomatoes, and persistently encourages you not to give up on your cherished dreams but devotedly follow them no matter how difficult that is, this way helping the wings of your soul remain unfolded.

All needs of yours Karl is very well aware of and always ready to help you out to entirely fulfill each and every one of them. He buys your favorite beverages and food from the Duke, even without paying attention to the prices; masterly unnoticeably steals breathtaking books from the rich library of lady Dimitrescu, makes Donna special orders for her to sew new clothes to your liking and asks Moreau for all necessary and qualitative medicines when you are in a poor state of health.

Speaking of your health, it is extremely important for the lord for you to stay well as much as possible and for this reason, knowing his habit of smoking like a chimney, Karl avoids puffing cigars near with you.

Making jewellery of metal has now turned into Heisenberg's new little hobby in his spare of work time. He enjoys sitting in one of his workshops in a calm atmosphere, painstakingly designing and creating another trinket, at the same time quietly humming some nice melodic song and vividly imagining how doubtlessly glad you will be to receive one more peculiar handmade gift from him.

Sometimes because of an especially unpleasant family gathering or an unsuccessful experiment, the blood within the man's veins begin to boil out of irritation and pure anger. Remembering how highly sensetive by nature you really are, Karl politely asks you to leave him for some time alone in order to cool his jets and be able to think straight as he desires not one bit to accidentally snap at you and break your fragile heart.

For Heisenberg there is nothing more unbearable than to watch his darling cry. Therefore when your precious eyes start filling with bitter tears of sadness, the lord, as if on autopilot, gives you a firm yet gentle hug. Carefully and caringly stroking your hair and back, your beloved tenderly soothes you, assuring that everything is certainly going to be alright because he is always here…with you…

When you wish to take a slow stroll in a forest or simply around the village, usually Karl gladly joins you, serving you as a loyal and reliable defender. But at thouse moments when he, unfortunately, cannot come together with you, being too busy with working on his projects, the lord sends a pack of lycans in order for them to protect you from every ill-wisher and each potential danger during your walk. Don't worry! These fluffy guys just look so intimidating, but Heisenberg trained them too well, and, believe me, they will never dare to cause you any harm.

At the restless nights of your life when you, being attacked by a bunch of poisonous anxious thoughts, try to desperately fall asleep, almost constantly tossing and turning in the bed, the strong arms of your beloved wrap around you even more tighter than usual. Pulling you closely to his sturdy wide chest, Karl softly and gently caresses your tensed body, placing simultaneously little loving kisses on your face, neck and shoulders, from time to time speaking into your ear very pleasant amazing things in a whisper until you feel absolutely relaxed and sleepy.

Closing your eyes and sinking into the land of sweet peaceful dreams, inwardly you sincerely thank the Universe for allowing you to love this incredible man and to be loved by him tenfold back, feeling with all your heart that, in fact, only he and he alone is everything you have ever truly wanted and everything you have ever so badly needed.

[the-bar-sinister]

Karl Heisenberg calls you ‘kiddo’ and smushes his hat down onto your head with a big grin on his face.

[rockscs]

so i took a look at karl heisenberg and said that he deserves to be a girl dad. except theyre the most dysfunctional family ever.

Anyways, he, while kidnapping people to turn into lycans, stumbles upon a sickly 14-15 year old girl, and while it would never realistically ever happen, decided to do a different experiment. Just like miranda did to him, he decides to attempt to mutate her. Someone else like him would be seriously useful when the time to fight Mom came around, so might as well. She would not be any useful as a lycan in this state, there was nothing to lose with trying.

The girl, in and out of consiousness doesn’t understand jack shit of what’s happening, why are there needles poking her around, why the hell she feels so groggy. She doesn’t get it.

And so while the girl is strapped in a chair to avoid any complications during the process, Karl starts the procedure.

The girl’s eyes burst open, and a groan rips from her throat, she starts trashing as the Cadou starts to settle. But Heisenberg, lacks Miranda’s magic, hes a mere engineer, after all.

The girl screams in agony as her skin lights on fire, starting on her left eye and bubbling the skin around, spreading over half of her face, down her neck over her shoulders. Heisenberg in a panic, sends another vial mixed in the solution pouring into the girl’s arm. She does not stop burning, but her screams die down, and she passes out from exhaustion before she can register that the fire does not burn anymore.

Next time she wakes up with a start sitting up, gasping air, heaving. She leans over to the side, and heaves up her empty stomach, nothing but gastric acid and whatever she managed to scavenge before settling into bed.

She takes in her surroundings, noting the dirty bathtub she sat in, filled in water. She shivered, eyes wide as she started trying to cross her arms over her torso in a weak attempt of either warmth, or self soothing, she couldn’t know. Everything in the room seemed filthy either way.

She fliched as she made contact with something. Herself. She looked down, finally noticing the bandages around her arms, soaked through a mixture of water and blood. Her blood. She gasps, eyes widening as she scrambles up the bathtub splashing all over, whines making their way up her throat as she noticed she cant see out of one eye.

She reaches her hand up touching the bandages that not only covered half of her face, but half of her goddamned head. She cries out, either finally registering the pain she’s still in, or shock at discovering her new self.

She jumped out of the bathtub, falling unto the floor with a wet splat. She stands on shaky legs, shivering at the cold air and adrenaline. A buzz under her skin. She shakes her head, scarred hands grasping at the hair left in her scalp.

The outburst of emotions triggering a burst of fire. A gutteral scream rips from her throat once again, falling to the floor, expecting the never-ending pain from before. She still doesn’t register that it doesn’t hurt until a bucketful of ice cold water falls over her head. killing the flames, and doing a semi-good job at diminishing her distress.

She looks up in shivers and gasps, to see a shabby graying man, smoking a cigar in a heavy brown coat, pendants clinking, hanging from his neck. He looks unbothered as he throws the, now empty, bucket across the room, and takes a deep drag of his cigar, before letting it drop to the floor and stepping on it. She notices it was basically new.

��Oh boy, Oh boy.” He said sarcastically, picking invisible lint from his coat. “If it isnt the girl who lived!”

He knees down in front of her meeting her eye. “You are one resilient kid, let me tell ya’ that.” She looks in shock, still shivering from the cold at the stranger before her.

She watched him extend his hand, and with his other one, tipping the leather hat gracing his head. “The names’ Karl Heisenberg. Welcome to the team, kid.”

She had so many questions, many she was sure had no answer. But while she wasn’t able to find her voice, she reached out, shaking. She couldn’t help but notice how gently the callouses grasped her charred hand.

[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Dom! Karl Heisenberg X Villager Sub! Male Reader Nsfw Headcanons

Heisenberg wasn't always attracted to villagers, especially male villagers. However when he meant you, he had questioned himself

He would always think about you, and think about how good he'll be in bed

Heisenberg would often come by at your place in the village to check up on you, and you would always enjoy his company

After some time of getting to know each other more you two started dating, you were very nervous at first, but you told yourself that it was a date and nothing more

After months of dating, you two began to be....... let's say intimate.

Heisenberg always thought about doing it with you, but he'd never thought about you being extremely submissive for him, and that's what arouses him, you being a good boy for him

[midnightlee25]

Random Yandere Headcanons: Platonic Parent: Karl Heisenberg 

Mother Miranda will never know of their existence if he can help it. (Or the other lords for that matter.) 

And although he doesn't like it, they will rarely go outside unless he is with them. 

As much as he wants them to have freedom, he knows that restricting them is what's best for them for the time being. 

If they do manage to find some hobby even if it's one, he doesn't totally understand he will encourage them to keep it.  

He constantly worries about them so keeps as close an eye on them as possible. 

They can hate how protective and strict he may be all they want but one day they will be able to be free from those mountains…he just needs time. 

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

Thanks to @rallamajoop now we can see Heisenberg's handwriting!

...so that's why he uses voice recording, I get it now

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

I fear that how much time I spend in a microenvironment like tumblr is shaping my perception of culture because I just found out "eroticism of the machine" isn't a concept that exists in the general consciousness or as a media trope or anything. if I Google it the first result is a Tumblr post. do the people of Earth not understand how inherently sensual the wires and pistons are

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Three: Karl Heisenberg + Violent Night

The movie you want to watch is rather fitting for your partner. You drag Karl to the makeshift living space. The TV is old, but that doesn't mean that Karl hasn't tried to update it.

'Just because everyone else wants to be stuck in the past doesn't mean I wanna be.' Karl had muttered as he tinkered with the metal box.

"Are you sure it comes out tonight? I've got a lot of work to get to Buttercup." Kalr asks; you roll your eyes. You're pretty sure of it. "It played on the radio a few days ago that it would be out before Christmas." You answer Karl. "And all of this is necessary?" He asks, waving his hand around to the decorations filling the room with light and life.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Of course, it's all "necessary" Karl." You say, making air quotes out of your fingers. Karl sighs. "Fine, but the popcorn is all mine," Kalr says, taking the large bowl from the table and placing it in his lap. Large hand dipping into the bowl, grabbing kernels of popped corn.

The static on the TV screens blurs out, and the movie starts quickly. You curl into Karl's side, his eminence heat. Seaping from his skin through clothes to wrap itself around me like a heat blanket.

The mountains behind the factory keep the cold wrapped around us, though Karl says that keeps the super-sized bitch and her kids away. Regardless, Karl seems to be genuinely calm and even relaxed in the movie that plays on the screen. Your original plan had been to watch the movie alongside your boyfriend, but the longer you sit there with him. The longer your eyes drift over to Karl's face.

Gray hair litter his beard and mustache. A sharp nose that you want to reach out and boop half the time. His hair is pulled back into a messy bun, making his face more evident. His sunglasses were tossed off to the side table along with his worn-out hat.

Gloves sitting on top of them. It makes you jolt when Karl laughs at a line or two in the movie. Karl's right arm is wrapped around your shoulder, as he always does, keeping you tucked to his side.

Moments later, the light flickers as Karl burns the end of one of his cigars. The smoke filters into the air, making you feel at home. Karl smokes his cigar and laughs at a few lines for the rest of the movie.

Karl looks over at you, "What's wrong, buttercup?" He asks, his voice thick and smooth. "Nothin'." You mutter softly before returning your attention to the movie for which you have no idea what's happening. "Are you sure? Cause staring is rude, you know." Karl grunts out, with a chuckle rattling the both of you. You roll your eyes, but your cheeks burn with the embarrassment of being caught.

By the movie's end, you've seen not enough to even understand what's happened. On the other hand, Karl is impressed by the film; he's always been a Western guy. Loving the gun-slinging cowboy. The violence usually follows them around on their horses' backs, but you can guess the violence in this movie is enough for Karl to enjoy it.

"Good pick, love," Karl mutters, stubbing his cigar into the ashtray. You wish you could stay like this forever, in the warmth of your boyfriend, in a fantasy world that doesn't exist outside the factory's walls. "I'm glad you liked it." You say as you try to snuggle further into Karl's side. "We should do this more often." He comments, letting you practically climb into his lap.

Completed on: 10/18/23

Posted on: 12/03/23

House Heisenberg-

Resident Evil Master List // House Heisenberg Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

[margaretoakgrove]

Taking care of Heisenberg

If once you decide to open an old huge dictionary and find the word ''workaholic'' within this book, i bet the name of this handsome man certainly will be its definition.

It is just incredible that each day Heisenberg finds so many hours to build his metal army of mechanical undead soldiers and, unfortunately, such a small amount of time for taking care of himself.

The lord tends to put his own self-care and state of health aside, but you, on the very contrary, put them on the first place along with yours.

Actually, it will be fair enough to say, that you enjoy taking care of your loved one, and the undeniable fact that you are able to make his life easier and better turns you into one of the happiest people in the world.

Heisenberg is definitely a man of a good appetite, but in spite of that he prefers a simple food over rare exquisite dishes. Therefore if you just cook a fried meat with boiled potatoes and a simple vegetable salad, be doubtlessly sure that your pretty hands will be covered with little kisses of his endless gratitude.

Oftentimes, the old worn clothes of the lord become dirty and damaged as he usually works with motor oil and different metal scraps with rather sharp edges, but you are always ready to remove any oil stain from his trousers and sew up every hole in his shirt.

One needs to mention that your loved one's work is not only physically hard, but it's also hazardous, and, at times, sharp tools, metal scraps or even his own creation that, all of a sudden, went totally crazy can injure him. After such unpleasant situations you carefully patch his bleeding wounds up, and Karl, seeing a concerned look on your face, every time gives you a reassuring smile and tells that you shouldn't be so worried because of just another scratch. (Well yeah, just another scratch which, in the afterwards, turns into another deep scar.)

As Heisenberg strictly forbids you to wander the lowest levels of the factory completely all alone, warning that it's super dangerous, you cannot go down there and check on him when he burns the midnight oil, creating one more addition to his army.

But when the lord sits in his workshop on the highest and safest floor of the building, designing and improving scatches or writing down important notes, you always bring him a healthy snack and a mug of aromatic strong coffee even in the middle of the night which is not a problem for you at all.

When your loved one, after working hard during all day almost in nonstop regime, tirely flops down on your shared cozy bed, you don't ever mind to provide him with a wonderfully relaxing massage. The caring hands of yours slowly and gently rub his weary neck and shoulders, and Karl doesn't even try to hold slight moans of an absolute pleasure, letting you understand like this how unbelievably good you make him feel.

By the havoc which practically daily happens in his life Heisenberg, rather often, feels very stressed out, and you perfectely know that at these gloomy days of his Karl needs the comfort of your company more than usual. You caringly offer him to drink a nice cup of hot relaxing herbal infusion and take a slow walk on the fresh air somewhere in the woods, trying to speak on positive themes in the process of your little trip, at the same time listening to the calming ambient sounds of the nature.

In winter you are especially worried about the health state of your dearest man, noticing that despite a cold weather he is quite lightly dressed, and his neck is perpetually open to the strong gusts of freezing northern and western winds. Does one need to say how surprised the lord was when you timidly gifted him a simply-looking yet so soft and warm scarf knitted with your own golden hands? No, the man wasn't just pleasantly surprised, he was baffled, even shocked by this gesture because literally nobody in his entire life has ever done such a nice thing for him.

Having the new accessory wrapped around his neck (which fits him well, by the way), Karl attends special occasions by the name of family meetings where he with a smug-ass smile on his face lively brags to the siblings (especially to Lady D) about what a kind, caring and attentive person his precious darling really is, unlike someone's annoyingly buzzing bloodthirsty bugs.

Heisenberg is sure as hell that he will never be grateful enough to you for everything you do for him every single day, understanding very well that without your divine presence in his life he would never ever feel so truly loved and cared for.

But the lord does not even imagine that the short sincere ''thank you, Buttercup'' of his makes you melt like a sweet sugar cube in a hot fragrant tea.

And each new day you are willing to keep tirelessly surrounding him with your priceless love and tender care because this so close to your heart man means the world for you and, surely, even more.

[the-bar-sinister]

Karl Heisenberg x reader kiss headcanons

The first time Karl Heisenberg kisses you, it’s like he’s afraid he’s going to break you. He’s soft, and careful, and gentle, lips tracing over yours, brushing his scratchy, stubbly cheeks against your face.

The more often you let him kiss you, the more confident he gets, kissing you firm, and deep, nibbling at your lips.

When he trusts you, when he knows you won’t break or disappear, he’s rough, and passionate and spontaneous. He pulls you into hungry, eager kisses, kisses all over your face and neck and shoulders, leaving little bruises and hickeys that he pets and fawns over, holding you tight.

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

@crowtrobotx YES

[doodl3b3ans]

Headcanon. Donna only uses Italian when speaking to Angie. And/or when she’s being polite to strangers and/or friends. Just imagine her gentle, soft voice, “Buonasera, tesoro. How was your day?”

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

I don't remember if I posted it already, but in a "Killed The Bitch And Now Live In The Big World" AU this is Karl Heisenberg's nightstand: