Uh Yeah, I Sure Hope She Does.

Uh yeah, I sure hope she does.

Someone: You know Lady Dimitrescu is probably gonna turn into a horrifying tentacle monster at the end, right?

Me:

He was an activist who inspired millions to fight for their rights. He knew what was wrong with our country and risked his life to help his people achieve equality.  In the society where black were treated like animal he did everything possible to change this. His brave soul, his will and courage changed the history of America , changed the people. He made us believe we can win this war. He payed for it with his life. He will always be remembered.

Love goes through the stomach

Summary: When King Loki comes to eat in the restaurant you work in minutes before you close for the night, it is both annoyance and fear you feel, especially when he expresses how he is rather fond of your cooking skills. What you do not know, however, is that it is about far more than just your famous stew which he requested. He wants you in his bed, all to himself; so when you refuse to accept the position as his personal chef in his castle on Midgard, Loki takes you there against your will. Captured and stripped of most of your clothing, you wake up again in his elegant bedroom only to find out about his true intentions with you… will you surrender to him, eventually?

A/N: Requests from @the-departed-patato​, @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth​ and two anons… featuring one of my favourite AUs. It also takes place in a more or less haunted castle, @silverlightsaber​. Does that count? Enjoy, everyone! ♥

Words: 7804 Warnings: kidnapping, smut, non-con then dub-con, Jötun!Loki, Loki wins!AU, slave!Reader, mentions of assault, manipulation, blackmailing

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Mama D isn't gonna be too happy when she finds out all the rules she's breaking and even unhappier when she finds out about them. Ooh, cant wait for more. 😍😣😩❤

A Lady’s Favor (18+)

Karl Heisenberg x reader smut

This is part five of my smut series. Here's the masterlist for the rest of the parts!

Warning: It's a smut with a plot still. Domination, Dirty talk, a little choking, oral (Giving), biting, mentions of blood/gore, some Heisenberg appreciation. You better swallow your dessert and thoroughly lick your spoon thoroughly you freaks.

Summary: Heisenberg’s faith towards Mother Miranda was always questionable, you always believed what Alcina told you about the other Lords, especially the questionable ones. But now you were highly aware she was right. He told you his plans, putting all his trust in no one else other than you. They were horrifying, they were sick, and yet they were so tempting. How and when would you make up your mind? What would you choose to do?

- - -

You were at a loss for words as you listened to Heisenberg speak his mind out.

It was like a part of him you never knew he had came completely free from its cage, letting go of all the plans and ideas he's kept hidden for years from everyone. He was so excited to tell you everything the man didn’t even let you redress. He simply tossed you his beige long sleeve and had you follow him like a puppy.

You were back in the room you found him before, standing in front of a wall he kept hidden with a faintly torn tarp. Behind the covering were lots of photos, many photos in fact, of all the other Lords surrounding an even larger photo of Mother Miranda right in the center.

Mother Miranda was the source of his anger, claiming the woman was a cruel, lying tyrant who had everyone look up towards her, from the other lords to everyone in the village. It was all some sick game to her, everyone looking up to her as a pure Goddess, a Mother to all that lives and breathes, and she feeds off the attention and continues to take and take.

Turns out she was just a very old cruel woman who was willing to do anything for her own selfish desires. To Heisenberg, what was once a sympathetic reason to him when he was a lot younger and more stupider was now a complete waste of time and lives. It was because of Miranda that he saw himself as a monster, and because of her that you were taken away and placed inside a castle filled with them.

It was a complete miracle that the Cadou rejected you and let you live. Your experiment’s failure made her realize that for her plans to succeed she had to go younger, even younger than she intended to. A complete fresh start, a clean slate: a newborn.

When Heisenberg learned about her plans for a future ceremony, it made him even more determined to tear it all down. She was the reason he wanted to do all these things, all for revenge on what the old bitch had done. Taking more children and turning them into monsters, into blind mindless freaks. Someone had to fight back, and Heisenberg was quick to show you he wasn’t gonna do it alone.

He told you of his experiments, his metal army, his ‘man-made beasts’ he spent years perfecting.

What were once human beings, people from the village or even a random tourist or two that weren't from here, he turned into something you struggled to comprehend. You didn’t even see them as human anymore, most of their bodies so jocked up with dirty gears, twisted iron and broken steel to be considered more mechanical than alive. They knew only to obey Heisenberg and his commands, and he was proud for you to know that he had a lot more waiting in store than what he had showed you.

"Believe me Karl," You began, crossing your arms slowly as you thought of the proper words to say. "All of this is... its big. It's huge! I had no idea about any of this, but why... why are you telling me?"

He had his hands gestured in the air before you began to speak, the man had a way of communicating with his hands.

"I'm tellin' you this because I trust you, You're the only person who's not like the others. Literally! You're not a mutated, completely mentally blind freak, And that's why I'm trusting you with everything."

"You're trusting the daughter of a Dimitrescu, the tall bitch lady you clearly don't like," You uncrossed your arms, gesturing out towards the door, "How do you know I won't go running to Miranda or Mother with this?"

Karl stepped closer to you automatically, a look in his eye making you lower your hand immediately. He stopped inches away from you, exhaling slowly as he shook his head. "I know you won't. That's why."

Again, he was right. If you did go tell someone about this, they'll question just how close you got to him. Hell, even Karl would kill you in an instant, if he wanted to.

"Fair enough," You nodded slowly, looking away momentarily. "Still, that's not the only reason you're telling me this, is it?" You looked back to him, seeing his glare towards you soften considerably. It was a haunch you had, and following it made you believe that you were right about it.

"Things are happening soon (Y/n), bad things. Dangerous things. That castle may protect you, but how long before the food for those vampires run out, and you're the last on the list?" You flinched at the idea, never really thinking it like that before. The village purge was soon, you weren't sure when, but when Karl says something like this, you felt a deep pit form at the bottom of your stomach.

"I don't want to see you get hurt is what I'm tryin' to get across, I want to know you'll be safe and away from this twisted freak show."

"This sounds like a proposal," You couldn't help but comment with a soft chuckle, seeing his lips curl in amusement.

"To join me, it is."

"Join you??" You repeated, seeing him nod his head. To join him in this rebellion he was creating, to break away from everything you knew and grew up with. Your family, your home. It was clear that the ground you walked on was blood-soaked in deceit and pure selfishness dressed in feathers and gold, and Karl wanted you prepared to face it, maybe even fight it.

"It'll be you an' me! I know it ain't perfect yet," Karl's hands found hold on your shoulders as he continued to explain in silent hope you wouldn't refuse, "Theirs still odds and ends, but I'm nearly there! I'm confident I can end this bitch's reign once and for all, and then we're free!"

Free?

"I don't know," You voiced out your thoughts without meaning to, making Karl's brow raise.

"Are you sayin' no?"

"No! I mean, I'm not saying no, It's just a lot to take in. A whole lot." You admitted, feeling flustered and confused as your mind struggled to comprehend everything that was told and displayed to you. Karl picked up the signals, realizing he may have introduced all of this way too fast. Of course it would be your natural response to not say yes right away.

While he understood that, he didn’t understand the thoughts that ran through your head. While Miranda did the things she did, their was a sense of irony that Karl did similar things too. Miranda took people and did experiments with them, and Karl did too. His machines, the ones who used to have beating hearts now ran by rusted gears, twisted into mindless monsters for his own personal use.

That was the scary part. He was so happy explaining how he got his army together, what he did to create them, even throwing in a couple of details to the gruesome process. You thought you were used to him by now, but after knowing this, a part of it began to change. The fear that was once purposefully buried away by lust began to rise again, spreading its vines along your brain to remind you of the fire you were messing with the moment you stepped into the factory.

"I need a little time to think, just a little bit,” You proposed slowly, feeling Karl's hands give your shoulders a reassuring pat and squeeze.

"Sorry about that, Might've gotten a little too excited a bit ago. It’s not every day I get to talk to someone about this.”

"It's okay," You gave him as innocent of a smile as possible, turning around to head out of the room. "It's not like I haven't gotten you excited before."

You heard the man’s laugh echo behind you as you headed back towards his bedroom, pulling off his long sleeve from your body as quick as you could. Karl leaned against the doorway, watching you gather your clothes together on his bed before beginning to redressing yourself.

"What's it like, wearin' all that getup?" He asked, watching you adjust the sleeves of your dress on your arms.

"It's not bad," You shrugged, finding the front straps of your dress and proceeding to loop them through your front. "At least its not a corset. Their tight as hell, and if they’re made of metal those things hurt. They take forever to put on too, so I'd rather not bother.”

You heard him walk over, one of his hands finding your shoulder to turn you around. Both of his large hands found yours, taking the straps from your fingers as he tied them together. A bubble of humor formed in your throat, forcing you to laugh a bit in a weak attempt to settle your crazy nerves. "Could you imagine if I did wear a corset? It would've taken so much longer to rip through it."

"That's a challenge I'll gladly accept," He mused. You laughed some more, seeing his fingers finish tying up the strings the way he remembered. "You don't need those damn things anyway, I think your body’s just fine the way it is." His hands rested along your sides, making your cheek bloom with warmth.

“I know you need time to think, but I'd appreciate a response real soon." He looked into your eyes, carrying a firmness in them that showed he was serious, kind of as if he was peeking into your soul. Currently your mind was leaning towards the latter, the bond with your family was forcing you to chose what you already were used to.

"Okay," You agreed with him, even though you were aware that your mind wasn't gonna be so easily convinced. He let go of you, allowing you to step beside him to grab your abandoned cloak from the floor.

You headed towards the door, quickly draping your article of clothing over your shoulders in the process. You barely managed to grab ahold of the handle, opening the door a couple of inches only for it to be harshly slammed shut. You jumped at the bang, looking up to see Heisenberg’s hand firmly pressed on the dented surface. He was right behind you too, watching as your head turned to acknowledge him slowly.

“You look tense, (Y/n).”

He could tell how much this worried you. Was he gonna point it out? No, but an idea came to mind.

“Do I?” You asked, tying your cloak together in front of you. Your eyes were intensively focused on the strings, ignoring the way he looked down at you.

“You wanna go get a drink?” He offered, a proposal that you weren’t suspecting at all.

“A drink? Sure,” You shrugged, watching him turn away to get dressed in his extra shirt and coat. For a moment you didn’t question it, but when he grabbed his hat it hit you that he was offering to take you somewhere to get a drink, not go somewhere as in another room to the factory.

“Wait, where?”

Karl looked at you as he slipped his shades on, giving you a smirk. “Why at the local village, of course! Where else?”

The village???

“What’s with that face??” He cocked his head, seeing your brows furrowed in deep confusion. “You’re old enough to drink, what’s wrong with stopping for one?”

“The village,” You said, seeing Karl look even more confused as he raised his hands to show it. “What about it?”

“I’ve never been to it.”

“You’re kidding,” He deadpanned, seeing you nod your head. “Ever since I was a kid. Mother never let me go there-“

“Oh screw the ‘Mother this and Mother that’, c’mon.” Ushering you forward with one hand against your back, he opened the door and pushed you out until both of you were outside. “How many rules does she have on you? She lets you visit the Lords and walk around, but keeps you away from the village?”

“I wasn’t supposed to even come to the factory in the first place,” You headed outside, seeing the sun high up in the sky. The view of the mountains blanketed with patches of snow was always a view to behold, especially from where you stood now. To go up to the top of those mountains and view the entire world below would be even more incredible than looking up at it.

“Ahh, so I have a little rule breaker on my hands.” Heisenberg showed up beside you, carrying his ever so trusty hammer. You gave the man a faint shove with a smile, which he returned as he led you off his property.

“Look, life ain’t always about followin’ the rules. You need to live a little or else it’ll bite you in the ass forever.”

“What if it’s the rules of an immortal monster Mother?”

“Then the excitement of gettin’ away with shit will skyrocket your nerves into no tomorrow.”

The small talk continued until you got towards the village, Heisenberg leading you on the beaten path towards the small town you always had to avoid. Because you’ve had to avoid the village, you were used to traveling through your own personally made path routes to get to where you wanted to go. It took patience and creativity on your part, but it worked out well in the end.

From a distance, you’ve rarely seen the roofs of buildings never not covered in snow, the chimneys working constantly to spew out the smoke of burning oak wood from the fireplaces. The Castle stuck out like a sore thumb so close to the village, reminding you who you were and where you came from.

Stepping onto the fallen snow on village grounds felt like you were sinking into an ice cold bath. You know you shouldn’t be here, but the worry melted away as you looked around, taking in every detail to memory.

The houses were much, much smaller than the castle. Obviously. They were built by hand out of thick wood and stone, painted to the homeowners’ liking or kept in its natural state.

Their were horses in snow covered stables near the entrance where you arrived with Heisenberg, their sleek winter coats shining in the reflection of the sun as they munched on oats and corn fed to them by a weathered old man dressed in navy and maroon. A woman with a dark grey shawl over her shoulders and a faded green skirt walked towards him to deliver a drink from a dark glass bottle.

Two women stood together near another house, dried corn and braids of garlic hanging from the edge of the porch roof. One woman gave the other woman a basket filled with dried meats and bread, speaking something about if they ever needed more firewood, all they had to do was ask.

Seeing these people dressed in their simple clothes and going on with their daily lives would've looked normal to anyone. But to you, it was an interesting sight to see. It was nostalgic almost, making you think back to when you used to wear clothes just like them, and had chores to do to keep your life going throughout the winter months.

"Don't fall too behind now," Heisenberg's comment had you realizing you had halted mid-step as you reminisced. "C'mon, we're almost there."

When he spoke, the women you were focused on turned heads to stare over, their conversation going silent. They knew that voice of his from anywhere, even when he didn't show up to the village much. The silver haired Lord with a metal hammer he could lift as easily as a feather.

But what's this? A woman dressed in white and gray follows alongside him? Who is this girl? She dresses in the finest silks, her skin free of worker’s stress and her eyes shining with a newborn's curiosity. What’s she doing accompanying Lord Heisenberg? Is he responsible for her? What’s their business here together?

They didn’t voice their thoughts, watching as you quickly avoided their gazes. These were people you’ve never seen before, faces you’ve never bothered to know. All you knew was they were looking at you, and the attention began to catch you off guard. This when you realized how much you underestimated feeling when you first walked to the village. The attention from strangers, from people you probably would never care to know looking straight at you thinking just who the hell you were and what your business was with the silver haired Lord.

“Where are we going exactly?” You asked Heisenberg, keeping close to him as the both of you treaded along the beaten path where various other boot prints muddled with dark frozen dirt and never melting snow.

“Theirs a tavern I go to here once in a blue moon, it’s boring durin' the weekdays but in this case it’s a quiet getaway.” Heisenberg stopped at a crossroads and turned to the right, keeping a suitable pace which was easy for you to follow.

You saw more people doing their daily routines. One or two of them walked by as they kept a respectable distance from the Lord. Their gazes didn’t linger on either of you for too long, keeping their heads turned away out of respect. That didn’t stop the hushed tones from reaching your ears, every single one of them speaking of Lord Heisenberg’s arrival before wondering who exactly you were.

The attention grew a little too tense for your liking. It made you wish the hood you had over your head covered your face even further to hide from these curious people.

“Here it is,” The man in front of you announced, tearing your attention away from the village residents to see the building he was after.

It was a considerably larger building than the rest of the others you walked by. It had a wooden patio area while the walls and foundation were made of murky maroon stone, a thick roof with a large chimney stood out from the top, blowing large amounts of smoke into the cold air. It sat on a high hill area, the beaten path embedded with stones to create a makeshift stairway.

Entering the building was a complete change of atmosphere. While the outside looked more smaller, it was more spacious than you expected on the inside. Their were a few small tables and chairs taking up some of the open space, made from wood and secured with steel nails. An old man wearing black and gray clothing was sitting at one of the tables closest to the crudely built stone fireplace with a younger looking man and two women, all speaking with smiles on their faces and steaming cups held with both hands.

These smiles of theirs faded when they heard the Lord's heavy footsteps, one of the women quickly telling the others of who arrived, making all heads turn towards you.

"Lord Heisenberg," The old man spoke as he stood from his seat, his bony fingers slightly trembling as they rested by his sides. The others remaining seated as they lowered their gazes towards the table in front of them.

Heisenberg looked over towards you, quietly motioning for you to head towards a particular door down the small hallway. Complying slowly, you walked ahead to the farthest room their was, slightly desperate to get away from the attention of the villagers.

The room you walked into was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, a window in the far right corner purposefully closed and covered with dark, thick curtains. A woven rug rested on the wood ground in front of two couches made of plush maroon fabric, both faced towards a small wooden table towards the center of the left wall. You questioned why it was so dark with only candles to guide your way, but it was quickly revealed that the table was littered with ancient, dried flowers surrounding large black and white photos of very familiar faces, all gathered around the caged face of Mother Miranda.

Was this some sort of alter? A prayer room inside a tavern? You didn't expect something like this in such a quaint looking village.

For some odd reason, just having these photos staring back at you had you feeling a bit uneasy. You approached the table, grabbing ahold of the first photo you could reach. It was of Donna, dressed in her finest black dress.

Smiling momentarily, you placed the frame down on the surface to hide her face from her view. You did the same to Moreau's, thinking in the back of your mind how he was doing today before taking Heisenberg's frame and placing it down. After taking down Mother Miranda's photo, you reached for Alcina's frame.

Heisenberg came into the room to see you staring at her frame in your hands, the woman dressed in her finest clothes and pearls. After a moment longer you brought yourself to lower your Mother's frame to the table, face down so you didn't have to stare at her any longer.

"That's an idea I never had before," He spoke up, causing your head to turn. "Usually I would just look away from those damn things."

"Why is this here?" You questioned, gesturing your hand towards the candles and flowers. He closed the door behind him, locking it before placing his hammer in front as a peculiar way of keeping unwanted visitors out.

"This place is full of religious folk, every person knee deep in all this goddamn nonsense. Theirs at least a photo of Miranda in every home, and this place is no exception." He motioned for you to sit at one of the couches, giving you a rest from the uncomfortable walk in the village.

"Here," He handed you a cup, opening up a bottle half empty with amber liquid. You watched him fill up a fourth of the cup, motioning for you to drink as he sat himself at the other couch.

"What is it?"

"It's whiskey, personal favorite of mine. It was either this or some other homemade liquor. People get creative here, but I thought you could use something to unwind instead, now drink."

You weren't new to alcohol of course, but you were new to whiskey. Wine was the only alcohol you could get at the castle, the assortment of flavors never made you bored of it. Whiskey was clearly different as you brought the cup to your nose, slowly smelling the faint hint of yeast before it was drowned by the potent alcohol. You took a cautious sip, slightly wincing at this new flavor as it danced on your tongue.

"Wow," Was all you could say, hesitantly swallowing the sip as it caused an unsettling burn down your throat. It was like you were trying wine for the first time all over again, only much much stronger. It took you a bit of restraint to prevent coughing, but your reaction was more than enough to amuse the man.

"You really need to get out more," Karl chuckled, taking a considerable sip of his own drink.

"I'm working on it." You huffed, slowly getting yourself to take another sip of the whiskey.

After a couple of more sips, you felt your nerves relax enough to make your mind calm, but a small part of you was refraining from letting go of Karl's words earlier at the factory. Your mind still refused to let go of anything he said, from Miranda's horrid truth to the chaos Karl wants to add on with his future rebellion.

He brought you here to relax your mind with drink, which is what you intended to do. Forcing yourself to forget the topic for now, you spoke up about something new that bothered your mind, something completely irrelevant.

"It looked like these people were scared of you," You began, seeing him take off his hat and shades.

"They probably are, Which I don't blame them. Usually when I come around, somethin' bad happens after."

"Like?" You asked, taking another sip of whiskey.

"Someone disappears," He responded with a bit of a smirk, "Word spreads of someone missin' from their home or someone who went to get firewood never came back. The farmer's son's truck is found abandoned, and theirs no blood left behind to show where he went, snowstorm coverin' up the tracks. The irony is that the people ask me where they could've gone, but I always know exactly where they are."

Oh.

You swallowed slowly, knowing what he meant right away. These villagers, so blinded by false religion and grief ask the culprit in a last attempt to seek closure, unaware that their loved one or friend is lying dead in a factory with an engine sticking out of its body, replacing the space where the head used to be.

Letting out a small sigh, you took another sip of your drink, the burn in your throat settling into a calming warmth that spread down into your chest. You knew this feeling, it settled in your chest like a warm candlelight, soothing your clenching nerves into pliable bands.

You heard a spark as Karl's thumb used his flip lighter, lighting a cigar he kept in his trench coat pocket. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, slouching back onto the couch as he needed to relax as well.

"So, is this room only used for prayer?"

"Prayin' or drinkin' in peace. That's what we're doin' ain't it?"

"That's true," You giggled just a little, finishing your cup in a final sip. Karl offered you another glass, and currently you weren't a fan of refusing.

The two of you made talk about anything that came to mind the more your nerves settled, your body reaching the perfect equilibrium of buzzed much faster than you expected to be. You had only gotten drunk twice in your life, and both times were rather unpleasant. Karl may have gotten drunk many times before, but he didn't tell you what he was like. You settled for remaining in this state, you were more vocal and more giggly, your tummy feeling as warm as settling in a hot bath after being in the snow.

He asked about how the village looked to you for your first visit, and you admitted that it was interesting for the scenery, but awkward for the people staring at you. He didn't mind the stares, he had gotten used to them a long time ago. He didn't let it bug him, and mentioned for you to do the same, you had powerful people willing to do bad shit to them if they decided to try anything. Himself included.

At some point you confessed to him that you wondered if you used to live in any of these homes, if any of of your real family members still lived or not. Karl admitted that he wondered the same about his past, the life he was stolen away from. He wondered how he would've turned out if he wasn't lost to this chaos, and you wondered the exact same thing.

He was the first to switch the topic, not wanting to linger on things that would've ruined the mood. It was then he brought up something about you that bugged him for quite a long time.

"How in the HELL did that bitch let you visit Moreau but not me??"

"It took lots of convincing, but he's not as bad as everyone thinks!"

"That hunchback freak is nothin' but a wart covered stepstool."

"Oh come on. He's a sweet man! One time I taught him how to make flower crowns, and last time I visited him he still had the crown I made him. It was all dried out, but he kept it! Give him a break!"

The conversation shifted again towards Donna and Angie, being how they were on your top list for visits when you were first allowed to leave the castle. Karl hated the damn doll, he hated the idea of a woman living in a house full of broken psychotic dolls. You told him it wasn't entirely full of dolls, as long as you didn't venture into her workshop.

When it was your turn to pick a topic starter, you naturally traveled towards your family. He asked what it was like living with three older bloodsucking sisters, and you confessed that it wasn't like sitting at a table together eating roast vegetables while they feasted on a corpse right in front of you.

It was when you brought up how you'd detail their idea of playing with their food did an old memory come to mind, one that made your words trail off into silence.

"Um,' You collected yourself, looking down at your almost empty glass, "I need to apologize."

"Why?" Karl grew perplexed, thinking the two of you were having a reasonable conversation.

"Because of earlier. Earlier when I saw those machines, when you told me those used to be people it... made me uncomfortable."

"Lycans used to be people too (Y/n)," Karl muttered as he downed his drink, seeing you nod your head with a bit of a laugh.

"I know, what I'm trying to say is that I'm a hypocrite. I'm over here thinking in the back of my head 'how could he do such a thing?' But I just remembered when I first joined my sisters to kill their food. it was the first time I killed anyone."

"Oh right, forgot you were a killer. I mean, of course you are livin' with those vampires. Tell me about it." Karl ushered you as he raised his leg to rest over his knee, resting his arms over the back of the couch.

"I don't know, Its not the best conversation keeper."

"Come on."

"Alright alright," You giggled again, adjusting the way you sat to face him better. "This was when I was about fourteen, by now I was used to hearing the sounds of my sisters playing with whoever they ate. They favor eating men, something about the testosterone being more savory for meals. One night I walked out of my room, and that very man they were chasing ran into me. He had to have been in his late twenties or something, I could only imagine how scared he was. But anyway, when he ran into me he knocked me to the ground. Bela caught the man and had him on the ground, and Cassandra gave me her sickle. I never used a sickle before, but she taught me how to hold it right and use it. She told me that this man was being stubborn and mean, and needed someone like me to put him down. I didn't question it, I didn't ask this man his name or anything, I just remember digging the blade into his jugular like Cassandra said, watching the blade stick out the other side of his neck-"

A sniffle came out of your nose, forcing you to cover your mouth with your hand. This caught Karl's attention, thinking at first that you were growing emotional at the thought of your first kill.

Instead, you started laughing into your hand. It caught Karl by complete surprise, seeing you tilt your head back as you laughed louder.

"You should've seen his face! Oh my, the way the blood splattered out of his neck like a fountain, I had never seen that before! Daniela was so jealous, my first time using a sickle and the kill I make was a messy one. I remember running to Mother all covered in blood, They were all so proud of me that night." You sat back in your seat, your laughs calming down as you glanced over to the candles on the deconstructed, your smile ever so present.

"When I saw the man's face, I watched his eyes roll back before he died. Cassandra made a joke that the last thing he saw before he died was the face of the most beautiful girl in the world."

You looked over to Karl, the man staring back at you in total awe. He was stumped, completely dumbfounded in the way you described your first kill. People were supposed to feel guilt, children especially, they were supposed to feel conflicted at taking another's life. But with you, you described it as some sort of rite of passage to growing up, a poetic perspective on killing without the guilt and years of self torment to boot. It was normal to you, and those around you embraced it with high praise. It showed to him you were mentally as gone when it came to killing.

Just like he was when he made his first kill.

"Well now, you made that sound better than it shouldn't be."

You giggled again, running your finger along the rim of your cup. "Yeah, which is why I wanted to say I was sorry. I'm over here judging you like I'm a saint, but no one is here."

"Saints don't exist here, just people tryin' to break free from what they don't want. But that's alright, I'll accept your pretty apology."

You nodded slowly, drinking down the last of your whiskey before setting your empty cup beside you. Glancing over to Karl, you couldn't help your eyes from traveling a little too downwards than you intended, but you didn't stop yourself.

"You know," You licked your lips slowly, catching his attention as he took another drag from his cigar. "I've never seen someone's eyes roll to the back of their head when they're alive."

He looked at you, watching you smooth down your dress skirt as you stood. You walked over to him slowly, lust slowly forming in your eyes like the spark of a match lighting up to life.

"Is that so?" He questioned, slowly blowing smoke out from his lips.

"Mhm," You nodded, slowly taking his cigar from his hand, “It makes me wonder what yours would look like when they do."

You watched arousal fill into his colorful eyes, glowing behind the cloud of smoke that came from your lips after taking a drag of said cigar. He started to stand from the seat, looking down at you with a shared hunger. “I’d like to see you try.”

Your fingers hooked around the belt on his waist, your free hand going behind his head as his lips found yours instantly. What started as a soft kiss quickly melded into something not so innocent. A tinge of tobacco, whiskey and your sweet flavor drew the man in, growing addicted to your kiss in seconds.

Your fingers tangled into his peppered hair, keeping him locked into you. His hands lingered along your flank momentarily before you faltered in the kiss, breaking away from him. He wasn't so eager to let you go, one of his hands clutching the side of your face to bring you back in, grunting in the taste of you. God you were so sweet on his tongue, how is that even possible?

He brought you closer to him when he moved to sit back down, finding grip on your thighs through your dress to maneuver you in his lap. It was clear this was his favorite position: Whether it would be making out or other activities.

You didn't mind though, it made you feel more closer to the man as his tongue danced with yours, leaning closer as if to savor more of you. Both of your hearts were pounding against your ribcages like crazy, but for the moment neither of you were aware or cared too much to pay attention. All their was was both of you kissing in silence.

“Open your belt.” You broke through the kiss to whisper, catching a breath while bringing your cigar to your lips as he started to tug on the leather material, unbuckling it with an ever growing smirk. “Now your pants,” You gestured your fingers to them, seeing him comply with your words.

“There’s a good boy,” You mused, seeing the man visibly smirk even more at your words. “Ohh, is kitten gettin’ brave now?”

“Mmm, I’m just telling a dog what to do.”

“Careful, This dog can bite."

"So can I," You dove your head towards his neck, pressing your teeth against the muscles on his neck barely hidden underneath his coat collar. You didn't pop skin of course, but the tensed up grip he had momentarily on your thighs made you burst into a small fit of giggles against his skin.

"Did I scare you?"

"Scare me?" The man repeated, scoffing off your comment with the shake of his head. "You could never."

"Suuure," You giggled some more before pressing soft kisses against the side of his neck. The soft contact of your lips made a hum rumble in his chest, erupting a faint warmth from his chest. What is this? Is this what it felt like? It feels nice.

Was Karl gonna voice these thoughts? No, he wasn't.

Your kisses distracted him a little longer before you moved off his lap, ringing your hands to his knees to faintly sprawl his legs apart before yourself to rest on the ground, allowing you room to keep snug and comfortable against him. Karl kept a close watch on your hands as they ran back up along his thighs, stopping to tug more at his pants, your fingers grazing over his clothed hard cock underneath.

His breathing slightly increased when your fingers made direct contact with it, watching as your hands brought his cock out from their confinement. It amazed him how soft your fingers were against it, your simple touches making it lightly throb in your fingers. You held him as if he was made of porcelain, a shiver coursing down his spine when you brushed the pad of your thumb against the tip.

"Shocker isn't it?" His sudden comment made you scoff, looking up at the amused man. "Ha ha." You mocked lightly, unable to help the smile that appeared.

Your thumb slowly ran along one of the protruding veins along the bottom of his length, noticing how your gentle curious touches had Karl slowly balling up his gloved hands. Why were you being so slow? Not only slow, you were being so gentle too. What was going on in this head of yours? Karl wasn't used to all this softness, but receiving it from you now was something he was quickly warming up to. Being soft wasn't so bad, but at this pace of yours it was starting to feel like torture. Is this what you were doing to him?

His thoughts ran silent when you leaned closer, the tip of your pink tongue stealing a small swipe of his head. Jesus, your tongue was so warm.

The thoughts of the knife earlier came back to Karl's mind, back when he had you clean the slick coated handle with your mouth. Just the sight of your lips around it made him want to shove it in more, curious on how much this pretty mouth of your could take before you choked.

Your tongue made contact with his cock again, his eyes watching it run down the thick length until you almost reached the base. Stopping there, you started going back upwards, flattening your tongue to swipe along the sides until you got towards the top. Your tongue swirled around the tip, lapping away at the thin bead of pre-cum that formed.

Exhaling slowly, your lips closed around the tip of his cock. The sensation of your wet cavern almost made the man come right then and there.

"Shit," He exhaled, clenching his jaw a little as he watched those silk lips envelop him, your intense heat surging more blood to his cock. Your hands pressed down on the sides of his waist, as if to hold onto them as you started to take more and more.

Karl lightly groaned, tilting his head back as your cavern invited him in. Your cheeks hollowed lightly, sucking what you had in your mouth ever so slowly. He was so hot, the skin on him so velvety soft. His reactions to your mouth filled your lightly buzzed mind with confidence. It made you excited that you could unravel him so with just your hands and mouth.

Your lips slowly left him, drawing back until they surrounded the crown. You repeated these motions over and over, looking up towards the man to visually drink in every response he had. His hands were gripping the couch this time, his jaw still clenched as the muscles in his neck flexed slightly as he swallowed. It looked as he was enjoying this as much as you enjoyed giving, but then it made you even more curious.

"Agh!" He jumped, hissing as your teeth ever so gently clenched around the head of his cock. You giggled a little, seeing his lips thin with his eyes glaring down at you with an almost dangerous glow.

"I won't hesitate to fuck that throat of yours," He sneered, but it only made you more amused.

"I might just let you," You insisted in a soft tone, giving his tip a small kiss when you took him out of your mouth, "If you keep being a good dog."

Oh ho, He was gonna get you later for this.

You returned him into your mouth, letting out a small moan that sent faint vibrations down his length, the sensation making him hold back a groan. You bobbed your head a little faster, one of your hands slightly circling around the base to give a few strokes as your mouth grew comfortable around his cock. A small trickle of saliva slid down to your fingers, but you used it as lubricant to stroke the skin more comfortably.

He was growing a bit more vocal, grunting a bit more as he struggled to keep quiet, his grip on the couch's armrest growing more and firm. He could almost swear he could feel the tip of his cock almost brush past the roof of your mouth and down deeper into your wet cavern, just the idea of it was making him groan more, feeling his own release feel closer than before.

To his absolute dismay, you caught sight of this and chose to remove his cock from your mouth. By now you could tell when Karl was so close to finishing, mostly because of those deep, erotic growls he makes. Just hearing them made you clench as slick gathered between your legs.

He exhaled through his nose, feeling his cock throb from the sudden lack of attention. And there you were, wet lips curling as you relished in the annoyance in his features. He was angry, the gold in his eyes almost glowing as his patience was wearing thin.

"What the hell (Y/n)?" He growled, seeing your stupidly smirking form an innocent smile.

"Does someone want to finish?" You questioned, seeing him quickly gesture his hand towards his wet cock. "What does it look fucking look like?"

“It looks like someone who doesn't know how to beg," You leaned close to suck on only the tip of his cock, feeling him hiss at he warm sensation he quickly enjoyed. For a moment he almost relaxed, but he knew where this was gonna lead. He was gonna get teased and edged, your pretty lips leaving over and over until he caved in.

It happened twice now: Your lips and occasionally your hands would find a comfortable position on his length and rile him up before halting. By the third time, when he thought he could hold up on his end, he quickly realized he was wrong.

A heavy growl rumbled in the back of his throat when he was rejected release. the skin on his neck and forehead gathered a faint layer of sweat. His hips would buck when he would feel close, the muscles in his legs trembling with electricity. Your pretty mouthed torture was doing a number on him, and as much as you enjoyed seeing it, you kind of hoped he would've caved in.

Swallowing heavily, his quickly rising chest steadied slowly as your pretty eyes found his, your tongue lapping along the side of his cock.

"You look like you have something to say," You whispered while pressing a kiss along the side.

"I want to come," He admitted in a low tone, "Please."

A broad smile stretched across your face, proceeding to place another kiss along the same spot. That was faster than you expected.

"How exactly?"

"I wanna fill that gorgeous mouth of yours," He continued, "I wanna see how much of my fat cock you can take."

His hand found solace along your jaw, his lower thumb brushing against your wet bottom lip. "I wanna see you swallow every single drop like a good little kitten lapping up her milk."

"Mmm," You hummed lightly while leaning into his touch, feeling the consequence of his words shoot straight down towards your core.

"At least you said please like a good dog should." You heard him chuckle, standing up from the couch while you remained on the ground.

Bringing his cock to your lips with his other hand, you felt him push his cock back into your mouth with a relieved sigh. His hand kept a fair hold on your cheek, fingers hooking around your jaw as he thrusted back and forth to test the waters. The pace was slow at first, but a little bit faster than the pace you teased him with.

Karl's patience had worn real thin to your teasing, his other hand beginning to find a spot securely behind your head. He gave a firm thrust against your mouth, filling your mouth so full of him to the point you choked when his mushroom tip hit the back of your throat.

He took himself out of your mouth, watching a string of your saliva connected to your bottom lip attached to the tip. You looked up at him in surprise, seeing pure amusement written all over his face. Your cheeks grew hot with pure embarrassment, unsure what to exactly say to what just happened. You weren't an expert at all in this, you only did what was comfortable to you at first, but it seemed like the man had completely different ideas.

"Open up," He ushered, guiding your head back towards his cock. You hesitated slightly, not wanting to choke like that again. At the moment, Karl didn't exactly care when he thrusted rather harshly in your mouth again, his hold on your head more firm than before to keep you in place.

You choked a little again, struggling to find a momentum to breathe properly with his difficult pace but it only encouraged him to keep going. He introduced a much faster pace, your hands clutching onto the fabric of his pants as he fucked your mouth. The room started flooding with loud wet squelches that came from your throat as more saliva formed, drenching his cock and dripping down your chin.

From a particular angle, Karl was entranced at the sight of his cock almost vanishing past your lips, creating a bulge against your neck as it slide hit against the back of your throat, roughly pushing against your blue pendant choker. This man was adoring the messiness and the sounds of your choking, thriving off the fact that you were falling apart on his cock in an entirely different way.

Karl exhaled a loud grunt or two, holding your head tighter in his hands as he shoved most of his cock in your mouth once, than again with two brutal thrusts. You failed to register the intense heat in the back of your mouth at first before it inevitably went down your throat, your eyes too occupied in watching Karl throw his head back as he reached his almost shattering high. You gasped for air once he pulled out, leaving you heavily panting and coughing with a brand new foreign taste in your mouth. He didn't let go of you just yet, his hand on the back of your head keeping you still as he rested his cock on the bridge of your nose. Thick, hot ripples of cum came from his drenched cock, the man panting heavily as he painted your face in a thin layer of his seed.

The sight you were right now was better than he could've ever imagined. A daughter of a Dimitrescu on her knees in front of him, a mess of your saliva dripping down your chin and neck, going as far as trickling down your chest and in between your breasts. His cum dripping down your cheek like milky tears, a considerably large bead of it resting over your top lip. What made him almost hard again instantly was when you licked your top lip, your pink tongue taking in a drop of his cum as if it was a sweet dessert.

Yeah, you definitely weren't like the others.

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Not Your Daughter

Here we are, finally getting my ass back to writing things! This was a request from darling @id-rather-be-in-middle-earth​ 

Request: A thorin x reader where after the mountains reclaimed, readers parents who only want money come to visit. Like they manipulated her whole life and after being with the company she knows what real love is and she stands up to them like, “You’re our daughter.” “You have no daughter.” It can be a thorin pairing or thorin is her figurative father figure and adopts her after. You can do whatever, I’m not picky about it.

Author´s note: Bear with me, this is two part long story, as I wanted to write the backstory of how the reader ended up with Thorin and how their relationship formed during the journey. 

Warning: mention of child abuse, poor parenting

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Part 1

It had been five years since Thorin Oakenshield and his company reclaimed Erebor from the dragon and defeated Azog and his army with the help of Men and Elves.

Gazing down from the balcony in your chambers you let your mind travel back in time when you first met Thorin and his company. Now that you thought about it, you were the luckiest one in all Arda and you couldn´t stop a smile creeping into your face.

You were part of Thorin´s company ever since they found you wandering near the Shire nothing but torn clothes on. They were shocked while staring at your small shaking figure in the mud,  one by one getting angry after you told them you escaped from your home because your parents got physical with you after they thought you didn´t work hard enough to bring money into the household.

None of the dwarves could fathom how parents could treat their daughter in such a way, your age couldn´t be much over eight which made them even angrier.

When you told them you then had gotten lost after hours of trying to find your way back home when it was getting dark, it was surprisingly Thorin who claimed you would be travelling with them as he felt obligated to find for you a better home. That sentence had made every warrior in his company turn their heads and look at Thorin like he had grown two heads on his shoulder.

Why? He didn´t know the reason why he should feel obligated toward a human child, you weren´t his responsibility but something about your teary eyes and light quiver of your lower lip resolved him to make up his mind before he could stop himself.

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