Honey Coated Handles (18+)

Honey Coated Handles (18+)

Heisenberg x reader smut

This is part four of my smut series. Here’s Part one, Part two, and Part three.

Warning: It’s a smut. Domination, little degration, knife play, bit of Bondage, mirror play. Patiently wait for your dessert, you little freaks.

Summary: The suspicions continue to grow, curious eyes peeking through the wraps of your lies. What started as a small little fib turned into something that’s getting harder to hide, which excited you and frightened you at the same time. Heisenberg enjoyed these special games, but something started to change in his demeanor due to village doomsday looming around the corner. What could that be?

- - -

A faint giggle in your ear forced you awake out of your slumber, greeting you to the view of your long darkened room.

Who was laughing? The tone was almost sounded familiar.

With your mind still clouded with sleep, you struggled to collect your thoughts as you sat up slowly, a yawn or two leaving your lips.

Karl. You forgot about the man you fell asleep next to. You looked to your side only to find the bedsheets empty, yet still warm and lingering with his scent. Did he leave already? Was it already morning?

Slipping out of bed, you picked up your fallen gown from the floor, slipping it back on over your body. His clothes were gone, along with his hammer. It was almost as if he was never in your room in the first place, but the events that happened proved otherwise. The only thing he left behind was the watch you had swiped from him, still in the same place you had left it.

Yawning again, you approached a stand in the corner of your room holding an empty porcelain basin and a pitcher of water. You grabbed a rag and poured just a fair amount of water to dampen the material enough to your liking. Sitting down at your vanity, you ran the cool rag over your face, cleansing and awakening the muscles on your face.

From the looks of your window, the skies were still dark and snow still cascaded down in quiet sheets. It made you wonder how long you were asleep and what time it was. You’d have to check one of the clocks outside to figure out for yourself.

A warm throbbing sensation made you remember what that man had done to you, forcing you to groan a little into your rag and roll your eyes. Adjusting the way you sat, you pulled up your dress to reveal the teeth marks he left on you. They weren’t big at all, the largest marks being where his ‘canine’ teeth had broken the skin. One of the reasons you called that man a dog in the first place.

“Cheeky asshole,” You couldn’t help but mutter, using your wet rag to gently wipe at the tender wound. You reached over for your bottle of tincture and salve, putting in the effort to make sure the wound was kept clean.

You clutched your robe around you more as you walked down the hallway into the corridor. The clock had read half passed five, and the sun didn’t rise here until about seven or so in good weather.

The fragrant scent of burning wood tickled your nose when you walked into the main corridor, curious to see if your Mother had returned from her meeting. She was one to be up early and lounge around, reading or smoking or indulging in some of her special tea.

Heisenberg, fully dressed, sat on the red couch closest to the roaring fireplace. His hammer was beside him, slanted awkwardly as he kept it propped on the armrest, preventing it from falling over.

“Look who’s up early,” He commented, watching you slowly walk down the stairs.

“Look who’s talking,” You replied, seeing his smirk ever so present as the fires illuminated his facial features, the lenses of his shades slowing bright. “What’re you doing up?”

“I’m supposed to leave soon,” He beckoned you over with the wave of his hand, motioning you to sit beside him, “But I needed some quiet time to myself. Y’know the cellars can be too crowded.”

You sat slowly beside him, crossing your legs slowly as you adjusted your gown and robe. “What’re you doing up?” He asked, seeing you shrug slightly with a fraction of a smile.

“Woke up cold.”

“Hm,” He nodded his head just a little, looking over towards the fireplace. The maids took turns on refilling the fireplaces all over the castle, making sure they were never dying. Therefore, the castle was always warm, combatting the cold outside the walls.

“What were you thinking about?”

Karl kept quiet for a good moment, the man sitting up slightly only to lean his elbows to his knees, letting out a sigh. He knew what he was about to speak about wasn’t gonna be good on your end, but he couldn’t keep it hidden anymore.

“Just thinkin' about how much your situation irritates the hell outta me.”

You tilted your head in question.

“My situation?”

“Yes (Y/n), your situation. You’re a blind prisoner here, and you don’t even know it.”

Oh boy. This again.

“Karl, I’m not explaining it to you again-“ You began, only for the man to stop you as he gestured his hands towards you.

“I don’t need you to explain shit, this is base line textbook Stockholm syndrome. What you say means nothing because you’re so immersed by it all.” Your chest began to burn with his words, your mind unable to comprehend where this was coming from.

“I am not a prisoner Karl, these people are my family. That bitch you keep referring to is my Mother, and she loves me!”

“Oh Bullshit (Y/n)! I can’t believe you still fall for this family nonsense!” He rejected your words with bitterness, forcing you to stand from your seat.

“It’s not bullshit!” You started yelling at the man, “She’s told me herself ever since I was a goddamn kid! She could’ve killed me in my sleep a long time ago, but she let me live and gave me a family!”

“She stole you away from your real family and shoved you into a cage of wolves!” It was Karl’s turn to stand, pulling off his shades to reveal the pure rage in his eyes. He gestured his finger towards you, barely refraining himself from touching you. At this point, you couldn’t tell if he was talking about Alcina or Mother Miranda, but they were the most dominant women who controlled your life.

“Do you even fucking remember your old life?! Your real family?? Hell, I don’t even remember mine! And I was stolen away just like you!! I was fucking younger than you are now, and a hella lot smarter enough to believe the truth!”

This is where his source of anger was, you quickly realized. The repetition of history with you was exactly what happened with him.

What hurt was that he was right.

Once in a while you did allow yourself to remember your childhood, bits and pieces of living in the village and living a commoner’s life. You no longer remembered the face of your father or the kisses of your mother, gentle memories that stung deep into the harsh truth that you were taken away with original intentions to be eaten.

That’s where the wall was built up, that’s where you convinced yourself that it wasn’t the case. And it wasn’t: you’re a Dimistrescu, raised among luxury with unspoken amounts of power, succumbed to a loving family and an overprotective, adoring Mother. Family wasn’t bound by blood, that’s the silent lesson Alcina taught every single one of her daughters.

You went quiet in front of Karl. The flames of the fireplace casting a gold sheen over your eyes, showing them get more glossy every second. Your lips deepened into a frown as rage balled up your fingers, like hell you were going to cry in front of this man.

“Get out.”

Your words were cold, striking him like an icicle in his chest, but he didn’t show it. He took a step back, glaring down at you as your jaw locked up.

“I said get out!” You raised your voice more, echoing throughout the corridor. It was almost as loud as your Mother’s voice when she yelled, causing a faint chilling ring to follow.

“You heard my daughter.” Speaking of your Mother, Alcina stood in front of the entrance of the main corridor, her hands folded together in front of her as her lips were frozen with a satisfied devilish grin. Whether she had just arrived or was standing there the whole time didn’t matter to you, what mattered was the man in front of you.

Heisenberg looked over towards the tall monster before looking back at you, slipping his glasses back on and grabbing his hammer. He took one more look at you before tilting his hat faintly and leaving, completely ignoring Alcina in the process.

You couldn’t bother yourself to watch him go, turning away from the sight to charge up the stairs, retreating to your room. You weren’t sure if your mother called you or not, your heart pounding in your head as it mattered little.

That stupid man-thing! How dare him to provoke your life and rip apart your walls without consent! Just because it happened to him doesn’t mean he had the right to execute yours and force you to see what you didn’t want to!

But, at the same time, it hurt how much he did. Maybe that’s the thing, could it be that he’s trying to get you to see what you already saw for the purpose of... saving you? Why would he do such a thing? Did your visits make him grow fond of you to the point he felt a sense of security over you?

Your mind battled with these thoughts back and forth until after lunch, where you kept solitary from your family. When you left your room, you had left your sleepwear and changed into a white gown Mother had recently gifted you to replace the previous one you had lost. It was lighter than alabaster, with thick laces securing the bodice to your front, and cloud colored lace covering the rest of your gown. You hastily tied your black cloak over your shoulders when you headed down the stairs, hearing a faint buzzing following not far behind you.

“I’m going to visit Donna,” You announced to Bela, who stopped in the middle of the stairs meeting your gaze. “I’ll be back before dinner as usual,” You looked towards her, seeing her nod her head once in understanding.

Donna, and of course Angie, weren’t exactly the best people to visit to talk about things like these. You didn’t plan on telling them much about this at all, you just needed a place to clear your mind and talk to people who weren’t living with you in the castle.

Donna’s home was always changing, yet held the same warm coziness for as long as you remembered. It used to be your favorite place to visit when you first left the castle, and it still is, the trip always frightened you somehow due to her home being on the edge of an icy waterfall. Donna was kind, showing her joyful excitement to you through Angie. She’s read you stories and showed you her dolls, and even offered to make you ‘little friends’ of your own. Their was a time once where she offered to make you a beloved companion, one who would love and cherish you with absolute devotion.

It was a thoughtful offer, but in the end, you realized you didn’t need to speak to Donna or Angie at all. Their was no other person you needed to see rather than the man you were angry with.

The smell of his factory was still something you couldn’t get used to, but you would’ve cared less to complain about it now. You pushed through the doors completely unannounced, hearing the man you were looking for yelling at something or someone, his voice muffled by a series of angry machinery. In an odd way, it sounded like he was arguing with the machinery.

“Are you out of your fucking MIND!?” You shouted at him the moment you saw him, catching him completely off guard. He gestured his pointer finger towards you, preparing to speak until he was interrupted by yet another mechanical screech, sounding like an engine roaring to life.

“QUIET!!” He roared back, reaching over and slamming the screen trap door shut. He exhaled through his nose, turning his attention back towards you.

“Sorry, had to deal with some annoyin' ass things.” He walked over fast, hooking his hand around your elbow in a tight hold. You attempted to pull your arm away, but he was dead set on keeping it there as he yanked you along to leave the room.

“Where the fuck are you taking me??” You cried out in your aggravation, seeing him shut the door before leading you towards a part of the factory you haven’t even been to yet.

“Somewhere more private sweetheart, I can’t have stubborn ass machines screaming at my head all morning.”

“It’s two in the afternoon!”

“Yeah, well it’s still mornin’ for me!”

Karl pulled you into a different room, slamming the door shut behind me. He finally let go of your arm, walking away from you while throwing his hat off somewhere to the side along with his glasses.

You looked around the room, seeing that he brought you to his bedroom. If their wasn’t a bed over to the far left side, you wouldn’t even be able to tell that it was a bedroom. Their were metal pieces lying on the ground here and there, and a large desk containing an assortment of scrap metal, gears, and tools for said items. His desk was also cluttered with crumbled papers where he had wrote his plans, the faint scent of dust and oil lingering in the air. The man was an inventor, a tinkerer. It was something he does day and night. His factory was loud, messy, and exciting to him, it was everything he liked and more. In this room, you could still faintly hear the loud clattering of machinery, but it was the closest thing to peace and quiet you could get.

“Now, what’s this about losing my mind?” He asked, making you refrain from practically screaming at him at his feign ignorance.

“How dare you make a fucking scene like that! Especially in front of my Mother!”

“Like I knew the oversized psycho bitch was there to begin with!” Karl raised his arms in the air, stepping closer towards you. "Its not my fault that I'm doin' the sensible thing here and tryin' to open your eyes before shit hits the fan an' you have a midlife crisis!"

"I don't need you controlling the shit that I already know Karl!"

"Oh right, right. Yeah, you'd rather hide it behind blissful ignorance and continue dressing up in fancy ass clothes! You'd rather pretend to be happy where you are, when in reality darling, you're nothin' but a fucking plaything to these people!"

“Fuck you!” You shouted, seeing his stance change almost instantly. He stared at you, his mouth forming a thin frown as his eyes filled up with pent up rage. A small series of rattling noises came from around you as the metal scraps and junk began to lift from the ground, levitating in the air ever so slowly.

All broke loose when a few of these said items came charging towards you, forcing you to panic and raise your arms to shield yourself, wincing at the impact that never came. They banged against the door behind you, creating angry dents along the surface, but none of the items even touched you. You looked over to the door slowly, lowering your hands to view just how deep these marks on the door were, wondering the damage if they did harm you.

Another wave of scrap flew passed you without warning, slamming even louder and harder against the edges of the door. The metal kept the door from being opened, giving you the shock that you were trapped with this man.

"Take off those clothes," Karl spoke up, approaching his desk to retrieve a large knife that was embedded into the table.

"Why-"

"Take off those damn clothes!" He barked, tossing the knife without any form of warning beforehand. The blade zoomed passed your lower left shoulder, grazing against the fabric before cutting into your cloak, trapping the material into the door. You gasped in shock, feeling even more frightened by this action than the rain of metal prior. Your fingers quickly pulled off the straps of your cloak, the material hanging against the door from the blade.

"That's one of them," He mused, seeing your glaring back at him with anger still fresh in your eyes. "Keep goin'."

"You're an asshole," You muttered, your fingers going towards the straps on your bodice."

"That's cute comin' from a brat," He spoke slowly, watching you untie your dress and proceed to pull the material off your shoulders. The soft fabrics rippling down to your feet, leaving you slowly stepping out of them.

"Boots too." He gestured towards your legs, watching you lower down to untie them, slipping your feet out from them.

"Ah Ah, those stay on." Karl stopped you before your fingers hooked around your underwear, leaving you to keep them by your sides.

He stepped closer towards you, mindful enough to step over your dress as he got closer. You stepped back a bit until your back hit the cool metal door, making you shiver from the contact.

"I can never seem to get enough of you,'' Karl reached over to his belt, pulling it off from his waist. "Pissed off or not, You make me always want to fuck the shit out of you."

"What're you gonna do?" You couldn't help but ask, seeing him fold up his belt in his left hand. "What, you gonna whip me or something?"

"Good guess," He chuckled with the shake of his head, "But no. Somethin' a whole lot better."

He kissed you before you could ask, his free hand pressing against your throat while using his clothed body to keep you pinned and secured. As angry as you were before, the quickly heating kiss sent sparks down to your core, unable to fight the fact that the show he put on was incredibly exciting. Raising his voice, calling you a brat, coming from him they were incredible to hear.

His throat left your neck and grabbed your shoulder, briskly turning you around to press you up against the door. You struggled a little when his hands gripped your wrists, making it even more difficult to right when he wrapped his belt around them, binding you.

"Are you serious??" You looked at him. seeing his smile plastered on his face when you tried to move your arms but to no avail. He smiled the entire time with your pouting, going out of his way to pull off your panties in the process.

He turned you back to face him again, smirking as he grabbed ahold of the handle of the knife and yanked it out of the door with ease.

"I have a surprise for you, but I need to know something first." Karl gently brought the knife closer to your face, using the very tip of the blade to stroke the curve of your cheekbone with a featherlight touch. The sensation from a dangerous weapon on your body caused your heartbeat to ring in your ears and continuous chills to shoot down your spine, spreading goosebumps throughout your skin.

"Have you ever had anything inside that cunt of yours other than your fingers?”

You shook your head slowly, inhaling a little as Karl slowly dragged the cool blade in the valley between your breasts, the smooth blade tickling your skin. He couldn't help but gently run the tip against your nipples, frightening you a little when he scratched a little deep without cutting your sensitive skin.

“No,” You swallowed slowly, “Just you and your fingers.”

“Hmm, you’re damn right. What about any... special items? Toys?”

You shook your head slowly.

“Be honest.”

You shook your head again. “I am being honest.”

“I see,” He removed the blade away from your skin, making you relax just a little. He turned the knife around in his hand, holding the blade in his gloved fingers. Then, he placed the end of the handle in the same spot he had the knife before, pressing down lightly before continuing downwards.

"Maybe I was a little unfair last night, I didn't get you to see yourself finish. So this time you will, but not with my hands and not with yours." The handle brushed against your folds slowly, the hard surface grazing against your clit in a way that made you gasp. He smirked at your reaction, enjoying the flush on your cheeks from your growing arousal as he pressed kisses along your jaw, running the end of the knife handle along your pussy ever so slowly.

The knife handle was rather large, the polished blade naturally larger than the handle. The dark smooth mahogany handle was large too, big enough to fit Karl's hand for a nice grip he enjoyed. It was actually his favorite knife, and now he was using it on his favorite person.

This new sensation left you feeling flushed and confused. It felt good, but at the same time it felt a little awkward and very surprising. Never would you think of the idea of using a knife for this sort of activity, but here you were with arms bound and Karl pressing one of the grooves of the dark knife handle against your clit again, making you hold back a bit of a whimper.

"I don't want you keepin’ quiet," The man murmured into your ear, "This isn't the castle, If you're gonna scream you better scream your damn lungs out. Your hear me?"

"Okay," You whined out a little, his hand immediately clutching onto your jaw with a bruising grip. "What was that!?"

"Yes!" You spoke out again, seeing the man laugh in amusement. Even though you said yes, you were still adamant on keeping your mouth shut out of spite for what he did. You had a feeling that he knew that, and was more than happy to take on that silent challenge.

“There's a good girl." Moving the knife away, he held onto your bound arms and pulled you along towards his bed. He sat down first on the edge of the foot of the bed, bringing you over to sit in his lap with your back facing him. Your bound hands grazed along his hard cock through his pants, leaving you to wonder just how much willpower this man had to prevent from taking what he wanted.

"Look over there," Karl gestured with his head towards his work area, catching sight of a considerably large mirror on the wall near his workbench, lightly speckled with a thin layer of dust. It was wide enough to see the both of you sitting on the bed, leaving you watching as Karl’s hands spread your legs open, seeing his hungry eyes glued towards your glistening flower.

After hooking your legs over his knees to prevent you from closing them, He didn’t waste no time in bringing the knife handle back towards your core, his leather clad fingers wrapped around the junction where the handle met the actual blade, protecting you from harm. You jumped a little as you felt it push against your hole, sliding inside with an accompanying amount of slick to lubricate it. It felt incredibly hard and warm, unlike anything you were used to before. It would’ve felt awkward if not for the rigid grips along the handle brushing up against your tunnel, finding a soft spot deep inside instantly making you gasp. You shut your mouth as fast as you had opened it, mentally cursing yourself as it drew an amused grunt from him.

He stopped moving the blade then and there, surprised to find your sweet spot so soon. He set to work on a slow pace, watching from the mirror as it exited and vanished into your pussy, growing more wet from the friction that you quickly desired. You slouched against his chest, unable to keep yourself upright without the use of your arching arms. Your hips raised every second our so from Karl brushing over the same spot inside, the handle pressing harder into you as you couldn’t help but squeeze around it more, finding it harder and harder to keep quiet.

The sounds that came from this were so erotic. The continuously wet sloshes from your core due to nothing more than a knife handle made you blush real hard, especially when Karl sped up the pace on purpose. The man loved it, he loved seeing you struggle to keep your composure as a few series of whines left you, your hips slightly rocking with the handle for more friction. It only made him increase the pace, just enough to give you the friction that wasn’t too quick, but more than enough to get your mouth to open up and release those beautiful pent up whines.

You were close, and you didn’t try to deny the fact that you were. You didn’t expect the pleasure to feel so good, even with something as random as this.

“Goddamn,” Karl hummed, watching how your attention had shifted away from your face towards his other hand between your legs. An idea popped into his head, forcing him to put on a straight face as he slowed down his movements. “On second thought-“

“Mm! W-wait!” You perked up instantly, making him struggle to refrain from smiling as you lifted your head to glare daggers at his reflection, causing him to hold back a laugh.

“I swear, if you fucking stop now I’m gonna add another scar to that goddamn face!”

He laughed much louder than he ever had before. Seeing you angry was absolutely adorable in his eyes, but he wasn’t one to refrain from giving you what you want.

“Yes ma’am,” He sped the pace again, increasing it more as full whines left your mouth. His other hand reached up to hold your jaw, keeping your head to look straight at yourself. “Watch yourself, watch that gorgeous face fall apart.”

Knowing you’ll keep your head still, he moved his hand down towards your clit to give a few hard strokes, amplifying the pleasure as your core snapped, your back arching as you roughly exhaled your cries. You found yourself squeezing around the handle, your feet digging into his calves as your body rode the euphoric high. You really hated being bound, wishing your hands were free to grab onto any part of him you could. You could only watch yourself as your eyes fluttered, struggling to keep them open as the fire surged through your body, bathing you in its warm ecstasy.

“That’s it,” Karl removed the handle from your sopping pussy, marveling at the sight of your slick coating the length. “Clean it up for me,” He brought the tip close to your mouth, watching your lips open to accept the tip of the handle in your mouth.

“More,” He ushered, watching more of the handle disappear in between your lips as you sucked off your own essence. He was tempted to push more of it in your mouth, but set that idea towards the back of his mind for now. Last thing he needed was for you to be mad at another thing he did.

“Are you taking these off?” You questioned lightly, motioning to your hands lightly. The belt slightly tugged on the skin of your wrists, irritating them a little bit.

“Not yet sweetheart.” He picked you up in his arms, turning you around to face him as he moved more towards the middle of the bed. His hand opened his pants, pulling his cock free from his restraints. You watched him pull off a couple layers of clothes, leaving him in nothing but his pants and thin green t-shirt.

“Please,” You begged him rather lethargically, giving up the façade as you felt more anxious by the second to be free of these binds. You were desperate to touch any part of him, even if it were as simple as his hands. Karl didn’t pay kind to your pleas, guiding his cock towards your entrance and grabbing your hips with both hands, ushering them closer as he slid in.

Your eyes closed, a moan bubbling in the back of your throat as you felt the veins along his length brushing ever so deliciously against your walls. Their was no other feeling like it, it was one of the only things that could give you the greatest amount of pleasure. No words left either of you as you indulged in the sensation of him bottoming out underneath you, his hands keeping a firm hold along your soft hips.

He was quick to begin a harsh pace, wasting no time to chase his own release while you began to build up yours. The contact of both your bodies creating wet, loud sounds that echoed through his bedroom. Karl was more vocal this time, growling out his moans from under you as his hand gently ran over your inner thigh, right over the bite mark that was still ever so tender.

You whined louder from the contact, making him wince as you clenched around him a little too hard. He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing hard circles to make you do it again as he forced a couple of harder thrusts against your core.

“Fuuck!” You brought your head back, eyes closed as you bounced your hips in unison with his thrusts so he didn’t do all of the work. In this angle, he hit the spot inside so much easier and harder, and it was just the way you liked it.

“Look at you kitten,” Karl panted, finding himself sitting up slowly while one of his hands held onto your waist, watching the way his drenched cock disappeared inside you repeatedly. “You’re so good. So fucking good.”

“Mm-“ You could only whine in response, your head quickly finding refuge on his shoulder, “-Fuck Karl, I-Please, I'm so close!”

“That’s it,” He could hear in your breaking voice that you were getting closer, your hips moving with a newfound vigor to chase your release. His hand found your jaw, beckoning your head to look straight into his seemingly multicolored eyes. “That’s it pretty girl, Come for me. Take what you need.”

You released a serious of loud, uneven cries. Cries that Karl didn’t muffle or hold back from you, letting you be as loud as you possibly could as you came. You moaned out his name, feeling your body tremble against his as you shuddered around his cock. Whether the man used a sharp object or his own hands to release you mattered little, the relief rushing throughout your entire arms as they immediately wrapped around Karl’s form, gliding and scratching along almost every inch of his back.

“Fuck,” He snarled like a rabid wolf, releasing your jaw to keep a firm hold on your hips as he reached his own release, nails digging deep into your skin while coming deep inside you. His groans and pants were loud in your ear, making you shiver in your afterglow.

Both of you were quiet once again, a momentary state of exhaustion washing over both of your bodies.

Your head kept its spot on his shoulder, your eyes closed as you held your secure hold on him. Karl’s arms had wrapped around your form, holding you close like one would a plush toy or an oversized porcelain doll.

“I... Uh,” Karl spoke up a little, your eyes opening slightly from their content state to acknowledge him.

“I didn’t mean to get you upset earlier,” He spoke out, making you notice the hesitant tone in his voice. Wait a second.

“Are you apologizing?” You asked softly, seeing him cock his head slightly as he processed the idea. Was he? He was even questioning that himself.

“Perhaps,” He admitted, watching a smile slowly stretch across your face.

“You’re growing soft on me Heisenberg,” You mused, seeing his lips curl up in amusement.

“Nah, just... didn’t mean to hurt you is all.”

You smiled more, feeling your heart begin to melt at his words. Yeah, this was his own way of apologizing. Maybe his heart wasn’t completely made of metal and stone.

Your smile faded slowly, a soft exhale leaving your lips. “You’re right though.”

“About?”

“Everything,” You measly admitted, turning your head away from his gaze a bit. “The whole y’know, blissful ignorance bull crap. You’re right about all of it, I’m aware that I’m lying to myself but I can’t help it. It’s all I got to stay safe.”

Karl kept quiet, rubbing slow circles along your back. He hated just how much your situation was so similar towards his own. The big difference was that he always stayed aware, and had enough power to make his own plans. You however, you were just a powerless human, your only option was to hide behind the enemy so you didn’t become food.

He didn’t see how Alcina treated you, he’d rather not be aware of the maternal affection she gave towards those pests you call sisters. It was the same affection she gave you, which fed you enough comfort to feel secure.

He pondered the ideas in his head, thinking of what to do with this lost, scared woman in his arms. His first response was to protect you, especially with the purge only days away. He knew things would change fast, the plans he had needed to come to fruition soon.

You had no one in your situation, but he was deciding to make you an offer you couldn’t refuse. One that would you keep you safe if you said yes.

“Stay with me,” He said, making you lift your head to look up at him. “What?”

“Just for a while, I have some things I need to talk about with you.”

“Karl, for how long? I need to get back to the castle before sun down-“

“It won’t even take that long,” Karl insisted, looking down at you with an affirming gaze. “Trust me on this one. Stay with me, please.”

These aren’t all body sprites/forms for each character or to scale, but these are reference pages I use when planning costume designs in the Arcana style :D

The true connoisseur tastes the fruits before they become wine. 🍷🖤

Well, now we have reached the point of no return. She has licked us and thus claimed us as hers. What else can you do? 🤷‍♀️

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A Blurry Photo

Picture Perfect | Aftermath of Picture Perfect Headcanons | Smile For Me

Warnings: Manipulation, Slight non-con

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: I’m gonna do a part 4 with the pregnancy so keep an eyes on that ;P

He watches you, edging closer to the bubble you’ve created around yourself. The way you make sure that not a single thing of yours touches someone or something and that not a single thing that isn’t familiar touches you. He can walk close to you- enough to see the red lines around your neck and he salivates, spit pooling in his mouth. As perceptive as you are, you don’t seem to notice him. There’s something deeper inside of him now. It isn’t lust that he feels for you. It’s deeper than that, something more, something that makes his chest ache, that makes him want to do something idiotic and he does. It’s daylight, the sun is out and you’re safe. Eyes and hands will stop from any crime being committed upon such a sinful, innocent person. It’s easy for him- everything is when it comes to you- all he has to do is reach into your pocket and slip out your phone, he’s sure someone has caught him in the act, but no one says a thing. Slender fingers tap against your shoulder and you jump and you look at him with wide, tearful eyes and there’s a shock that shoots straight to his crotch, awakening his flaccid member.

“I’m sorry to startle you, miss, but it seems like you dropped your phone.” He holds the phone, hands large and imposing, covering all of the device, knowing you’ll have to touch him to retrieve it.

You look down at it and then back to him and his smile never wavers. “I- Thank you-”

“Danny.” You were never going to ask his name, he knows that. You’re too scared to do anything like that. “You can call me Danny.” He smiles sweetly at you and he has to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop the growing smile when you fingertips touch against his fingers.

You clear your throat, a forced smile making its way onto your lips and while he knows that it makes sense, he can’t help but feel anger at the expression given to him. “Thank you, Danny.” You pull on the phone, holding it tightly in your hands. “I uh- I hadn’t noticed it fell so thank you.” Your foot turns, ready to turn your body and he pushes forward, so desperate to continue talking to you.

“You uh-” his voice cracks and he clears his throat, walking beside you- “You seem a bit stressed, everything okay?” You glance at him through the corner of your eye and he can only give you a practiced nervous smile. “I really don’t mean to pry-”

“Then don’t,” you cut him off, hurrying your steps. “I’m fine. Thank you for picking up my phone but I have to get going.”

The corners of his lips pull downwards. Fury hammers at him, his hands curling and brows furrowing. “Listen, I’m just trying to say that you seem a bit stressed. Are you sure you’re okay? I work for the news and I know there have been a number of break ins-” that word causes you to flinch- “and I don’t want to leave you scared during this difficult time.” He makes sure to stumble in his footsteps when you turn a corner, jogging slightly to catch up to you, hands pushed into his pockets. “You’re shaking, you know?”

You falter in your steps and he has to refrain himself from smiling. “You’re being sweet and I- I appreciate it but really, I’m fine.”

“How about we go get some tea?” You turn to look at him and he considers it progress. “I think coffee might do you something bad, so tea sounds nice, right? Have you had bubble tea before?” Your eyes light up and his smile turns softer. “I’ll pay. Listen, I’m not trying to do anything weird, I just wanna make you’re okay before you go back home. I know a scared face when I see one.” You just need a little push and he can provide that. He stands in front of you and the tip of your sneaker nips at his, and holds his hand out to you, unblemished and giving. “Would you like to go get bubble tea with me?” Your hand twitch, fingers curling to place themselves against his only to pull away and he’s sure that if he hadn’t ruined you, you would have touched him. You nod your head, your answer a soft whisper and tears welling in your eyes and he does not comment, only smiles and holds your hand. “Great. I know the perfect place.” You’re already so broken, all he has to do is show you a bit of kindness and he can fix you.

-

You are curled up against Danny under a thick blanket, hands interlaced as you both watch the news, the tone somber as the woman recounts the latest murder. Your thumb rubs against his knuckles, the room quiet. It takes all his might to avoid looking down and seeing your reaction. He can remember the murder quite well. He’s just surprised it took them so long to find the body. It wasn’t as if he had hidden it but he must have mistaken the kindness for people to check up on others. He mistakes the kindness that you have for others. It was something that happened, a pull on his heartstrings with the time he has spent with you.

“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” Your thumb stops its melodic rhythm. “All the murders. I man, it’s just one guy and they can’t even seem to find him.” You laugh and it’s bitter, empty and makes a shiver run down his spine. “You- You go there, right? To take photos and stuff?”

“Yeah,” he responds, reaching over to grab the remote, holding his hand over the pause button, waiting for the right moment to hit it. “I get a few things, nothing ever tramuzitng, by the time I arrive the body is gone and there are markers all over.” A still image of Ghostface appears, he’s frozen in time, a hand raised with fingers curled in a mock greeting with the knife raised. He can feel your body stiffen, the small breath of air that is sucked into your body and the way your nails dig into his skin. “I’m safe, you know. I’m not leaving you anytime soon. Plus-” he turns his hands over, grabbing yours roughly- “the murderer never returns to the scene of the crime.”

“I just-” your voice shakes and he wonders if you’re going to tell him the details of your encounters with him- “I worry.” He frowns. It seems like you won’t.

It’s his fault, of course. He’s ruined your trust in people, invaded every aspect of himself into you, has felt your body as you cried and he was so sure that the last time he was here- which at this point was months ago- that he had gotten you pregnant and yet here you are with a regular period and consuming what you want without worry. But he can’t give up hope- you let him have a key to your place, you spend the nights with him or vice versa, you kiss him against the lips, breath shaky and hands gripping onto his shirt like it's a lifeline while it is a peck, he has to rush somewhere hidden to fist his cock in his hand and think of the way you’d be so giving and so fearful to him. It’s like you’re teasing him on purpose.

“Look at me?” He asks, already grabbing your body and turning you over. You look at him, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips, eyes wide legs straddling him, your clothed cunt pressed against his crotch and if he closes his eyes he can imagine the smell of it. His hands cup your face, encasing you and forcing you to look at him as the image of Ghostface is frozen on screen. “I’m going to be okay. No silly murderer who hides his face is going to get me. After all,” he smiles, leaning close to you, “I’m just a photographer. It’s not like I know anything.” He presses his lips against you, your words muffled against his tongue.

His hands slip down your face and onto the curve of your neck. He can feel your body stiffen, the soft murmur of his name on your lips, the way you latch onto his shirt and tug on it, scratching your nails against the soft cotton. His hands lower, hands slipping down over the curve of your chest, your legs instinctively trying to squeeze together, only to rest against your stomach. A hand curves to your back, sliding under your shirt where his fingertips tap lightly against your bare back. His other hand slips under the front side of your shirt, trailing above, fingers ghosting over the soft curve of your stomach until he reaches the band of your bra, his hand cupping a breast and your hands on him go flat, a feeble attempt to push him away as his hand pulls down your cup, exposing your breast, a hardened nipple poking against the palm of his hand. Danny wonders how close he can get until you really try to get him off of you- until you’re crying and hitting against his body, until all the small progress that you’ve made with him can be broken once again.

He tries to restrain himself, to hold back any of his primal urges to claw at your skin, to mark you until you’re sobbing against him. The most he allows himself to do is pinch at your nipple which makes you whimper against him, your hands now clawing at his chest and he can pretend for a second that you want this as well, trick himself that you’re gentle shoves that grind yourself against him are on purpose. He’s gasping against your mouth, pushing himself close to you, spit dribbling past the corners of both mouths. His fingers are pinched against your nipple, pulling taut on it and twisting it until your body goes rigid and he can hear a cry of pain muffled by the wretched kiss he’s placed onto you.

It isn't until you bite against his lip that he lets go. He curses, bringing a hand up to cusp the wounded piece of flesh that burns. Other than the small curse that leaves his lips, he’s calm, cupping his clothed mouth allowing for the blood to pool and fill his mouth with poison. You, on the other hand, are a mess. You’re entangled in the blankets, kicking them off, crying and sniveling, trying to fix where he’s touched only to start sobbing when you mimic where he had just touched you.

“You know, if you wanted to bite, you have to be a bit gentler than that,” he tries to joke, letting his tongue graze over the wound, blood spilling onto the flat of his tongue, filling his mouth with copper.

His fingertips touch against his lip, a thin, shining blood on his finger pad, staining him in his natural color. His eyes glisten, fingers still as he stares in fascination. His mind is fuzzy, static stuffed inside as the room is filled with a high-pitched noise, eyes never wanting to look away from the blood on his fingers- from his own blood. He never took you for the type to fight back. He meets your eyes- cruel, wicked eyes that meet fearful ones, ones that are rimmed red and look upon him with the same look that you gave him many nights before when he’s invaded your home. His fingers curl, the palm of his hand dotted with the same blood that had been spilled by you.

“I- I told you to stop,” you hiss, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket until they’re spilling from your hand, bringing the bundled bunch to your chest, where it rises and dips with such exaggeration. “I didn’t want to.” He tilts his head, his nails digging into his palm. You keep your gaze on him, never faltering, never looking anywhere else. “I’m-” more tears well in your eyes, voice cracking and a shiver runs through his body- “I’m sorry, Danny.”

With a sudden switch, he’s snapped back into reality. His smile is warm, gentle even, as he opens his arms and welcomes you inside, staining your bicep with his blood as your sob into his chest. He smiles, his fingers dancing along your spine in a spindly dance. You clutch onto him and he shushes you gently, letting you apologize and cry as he watches, so desperate for you to know edge closer to him and feel him poke against you, so perverted to have you never find out how your tears excite him more.

He moves slightly, a soft press of his chest against your body, and you collapse further into him, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pressing against him, no doubt feeling him and you remain silent save for your sobbing. You refuse to say a single word about your disastrous meetings with Ghostface, even as he stares right at you through the television screen. You don’t speak ill of the monster who holds you in his arms. You hold the monster tight, finding comfort until your sobs have turned into hiccups and whimpers, until you’re kissing against his bitten lip, your lips shining with a thinned blood that appears almost pink on your lips.

“I didn’t mean to push you so much,” he says, his hand flat on your back. “I just thought we had been dating for so long and well-” he sighs, pressing his lips against the crown of your head- “I didn’t mean to push you. There’s no excuse for that.” He moves, squirming under you and you rise, looking at him with

“I just- I don’t have the best record with relationships.” He can feel your hesitation, the way your body tenses and the clawing against his shirt. “I don’t want to get into it,” you finalize, doing your best to not look at the screen where the image remains still, never moving and always taunting you. You pull yourself away from him, standing with your back faced towards the killer and he watches, eyes darting to the door where you begin your descent, his hand barely missing yours when he reaches to hold it. “I’m going to go home.” You turn to look at him, your mouth pulled into a straight line. “I’ll uh-” you stop midway, cutting yourself off as you lower yourself to the ground, adjusting your shoes and tightening the laces. Your hand wraps around the door knob, the humid air outside making you freeze, his eyes never leaving your retreating figure. “I’ll see you later, okay?” You look at him, a tense smile stretched on your face, as you give him a short wave goodbye. The door closes behind you and he collapses onto the couch, hand unzipping his pants and wrapping around his throbbing member, hissing at the contact.

sick of other trans people looking like a deer in the headlights when reminded that amabs can be nb too. there are really still people in our own community who think a nonbinary person is like. a woman wearing jeans

i've had people treat me visibly different after hearing my voice or seeing my face as if i'm some sort of predator or interloper. this attitude towards amab trans people especially nonbinary people really paints a picture of what the lgbt community thinks of gender in general