Heisenberg In A Jar What Could Go Wrong

Heisenberg in a jar what could go wrong 😳⁉️

@stararch4ngell4dy

Dad-bod Karl, ripped-bod Karl, i don’t care just gimme

Everyone: y/n no

You: y/n yes

The company: y/n no

You: y/n yes

Fili and Kili: Y/N YES

You: y/n- oh wait I- I like them

It's not what it looks like?

This is inspired by @stararch4ngell4dy "oil and white lace" to which if you should go read if you haven't already.

Summary: Just one fluffy morning with Heisenberg in castle Dimitrescu only for the Lady herself to walk in on a precarious position.

Warning(s): smut, daddy kink, fluff, fluffy Karl, possible cringe (I might not write Karl perfectly, only writing based off of other fanfictions and the game)

This is not proof read and I'm used to writing in first person but I tried my best with writing you and your rather than me and I. So hopefully there are not mistakes.

You stirred at the feeling of something soft caressing the side of your face. Karl was so entranced with your face, watching your nose twitch adorably, moving any stray hairs from your face so he doesn't miss a single part of it.

He didn't understand what you did to him, he felt so protective of you regardless that he knew you could take care of yourself.

Karl watched as you stretched your muscle with a cute groan, scrunching your face in the process before opening your eyes to meet his.

You met his gaze as your eyes adjusted to the light that slowly illuminated your bedroom.

You brought your right hand up to cup his cheek, thumbing over the crisscross scars on his cheek. Karl didn't say anything as you did so, he just gently grabs your hand and kisses the palm of it.

The silent moments between you two were rare, which made them far more precious to both of you.

Karl supported himself on his elbow and leaned down to meet your lips with his.

As the kiss grew more passionate, he slowly adjusted his body so he can be on top of you. One hand holding himself up on the bed, the other moving up and down your sides, cupping your breast and caressing your leg, hitching it up around his waist.

Pants and moans could be heard outside the door if anyone walked by. Karl' mouth moved from your lips to your neck, nipping and licking everywhere his mouth could reach.

You felt one of his hands cup your bare mound, a finger wetting itself in your slickness before prodding your entrance, sliding all the way to the knuckle.

Karl met his lips with yours, swallowing a moan as he entered another finger, curling his fingers to reach your g spot.

"You like that, kitten? You like the way daddy's fingers feel in you?" He whispered, moving his fingers at a torturing slow pace.

You couldn't take it anymore, "Karl, please." you breathed, "I need more."

"More what, kitten? What do you need from me?"

"Your cock, please. I need your cock, Karl."

From the look on his face, he seemed pleased with your words. He removed his fingers from you and brought them to your lips.

Obediently, you opened your mouth and sucked his fingers, swirling your tongue around his digits. Sucking your juices off his fingers.

Your head followed his hand as he pulled his fingers out of your eager mouth. Karl grabbed his cock, positioning it at your entrance, prodding it with the tip.

Karl barely got the tip of his cock when your bedroom doors burst open.

"(Y/n), darling, are you awake?" Alcina asked as she entered your bedroom.

Her eyes went directly to your bed when she entered. Karl didn't seem too surprised by her entry, he seemed more irritated by the intrusion than anything.

You were more worried, knowing fully well how your mother can be when she's angry.

Alcina looked between you and Karl, her face going from shock to anger rather quickly.

"Mother, it's not what it looks like?"

Hopefully the blanket that covered both of you would provide mild protection against Alcina' wrath.

Awww!! This sooo cute! ❤😩🥰 Soft Karl is so adorable.

Tenderness in the Afterglow (18+)

Karl Heisenberg x reader smut

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Warning: It's a smut! Overstimulated couple, Softcore, like really soft. Theirs mot much warnings this time, other than woe to your hearts.

Summary: This man has lived many years, and he's felt many things in his life. Potent negativities such as anger, stress, pain and disgust with everything and everyone. So, what's a man like him to do when he's given the chance to feel good for his confusing emotions? And what about yours?

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The factory machinery was still heard through the walls of the room, but it barely bothered your sleeping figure.

The curls of smoke danced in the air as Karl blew them out, exhaling slowly as a small amount of ashes fell from his cigar onto the dark grey blanket, carelessly sweeping them away with his other hand. He glanced over to your form beside him, seeing your eyes closed as sleep shielded your consciousness.

The two of you had been at it for what felt like an hour after your roleplay scenario. It wasn’t necessarily whole hour, but that’s what your bodies felt like it went through. When the both of you were teetering off the edge of exhaustion, Karl had enough strength to carry you towards his bedroom where the two of you fell asleep since. Luckily it wasn’t too late in the day, you had actually arrived at his factory very early in the morning which caught him completely off-guard with surprise. Nonetheless, he suggested the idea of the role play, and here you two were now.

Another large puff of smoke curled in the air as Karl blew out from the cigar, resting his forearm against his propped up knee while sitting up with his back against the wall, watching you sleep every once in a while.

He practically almost passed out the moment he relaxed in his bed, but he wasn’t able to sleep for too long. Regardless to if it was a good or bad day, his subconscious self was always cruel. He woke up in a cold sweat, mind plagued by dreams created by horrid anxiety. This wasn’t the first time it happened, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. This resulted in him having a terrible sleep schedule, staying up some times just so he didn’t have to deal with the annoying reoccurring events, and sometimes only sleeping when he absolutely had to. When he couldn’t sleep, he would busy himself with work day and night. He was kind of tempted to get out of bed, but taking one look at your sleeping body made him think otherwise.

Both of you had fallen asleep in each others arms, but at some point you unconsciously rolled away a couple of inches, the shared body heat mixed with the warmth of the room being too much for you to bare. He didn’t mind though, he was content with watching you sleep when he couldn’t.

God, how did this even happen? He wondered how he found himself in this predicament. One million things were wandering through his mind, all from why in the world you came to his factory to him almost never wanting you to leave. The things you made him think versus the things you made him feel had his mind slowly decomposing from anxiety. Did he think this was ever going to happen? His sister’s adopted human child showing up at his doorstep with a glimmer in her eyes brighter than diamonds and a mouth that cried out the sweetest of sounds and spoke even sweeter lies? Seriously, what the hell were you thinking?

Karl definitely didn’t see himself in this position. He really didn’t. To think that he saw himself getting a love interest in his life- wait, love? This wasn’t love, there was no way this was love, as much as he tried to deny it. Although, the idea of it was making his heart beat considerably faster. God, you had no idea what this was doing to him. He never saw himself getting with anyone, especially with what Mother Miranda had done to him. He's a monster, he believed he would always see himself as one. But when he looked back to you while blowing smoke through the corner of his mouth, he began to ponder how exactly you viewed him.

Let’s face it, the two of you really got along together physically wise. Mentally wise, that's where it grew a bit choppy.

For some strange reason, even though he had barely gotten to know you after a couple of days despite your years of existence in the castle, he felt more connected to you the moment he saw you. Well, that was kind of a lie. But also his form of truth.

He first saw you when you were first allowed to leave the castle, stuck to Alcina’s side and dressed in formal black clothing. You were pretty to look at, especially with the way that dress clung to your body, your blue pendant choker resting snug against the soft skin of your neck, almost reminding him of a dog collar. The way those big doe eyes of yours would follow everyone in the room when they spoke, even him, and avert your gaze when you stared for too long. The amount of kindness you would show to all the Lords in the room, even to Moreau, which he still didn’t understand.

Even to him when you thought he didn’t like you.

Maybe he was connected to you because of your background history: You were a failed experiment from Mother Miranda, and because you were a failure you were sent away to be eaten by vampires.

Instead of dying so young, there you were now standing alongside the beasts instead of in front of it. It was fucking ridiculous, especially the way Alcina would refer to you as her child with a sickly pleasant tone.

‘My sweet girl’ this or ‘My innocent sweet daughter’ that, not only did it sound like Alcina was speaking to a pet from his point of view, he learned that was just a cover-up you invented to keep yourself safe. It was ironic, From the way you acted around others that weren’t your family to the way you would kill without remorse and smile at death as you gifted it another unfortunate soul, It let him know that you weren’t innocent to the eyes of those who never knew your name.

When Alcina had the audacity to start dressing you up in off-whites and bright blues from your jewelry, the innocent choice of colors only continued to mock the 'innocence' you didn't have. To strangers, you were just as much of a monster as the rest of them, but that was just a cover-up you branded yourself with, your life standing behind steel shields so you could feel safe.

You had woken from your dreamless, peaceful sleep from the scent of cigar smoke tickling your nose. Your moving head tore Karl out of his thoughts, watching your body turn as your face held confusion, trying to remember where you were. The warmth of the bed, smell of the room and the ache between your legs reminded you of your activities from earlier. You moaned lightly when you stretched, lifting up your sore arms to awaken your body. You brought your hands to your face, gently rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes.

You looked over to Karl, meeting his gaze and giving him a small, tired smile. The man had pulled most of his hair back into a bun at some point and must've fallen asleep with it, wisps of silvery hair draping over his forehead. He returned your smile with a slight smirk, extending his hand towards you to offer you his cigar. You sat up slowly, your elbow slightly buckling from your exhaustion as you took the cigar with humble appreciation. Your lungs warmed up as you inhaled the smoke, the taste of burn tobacco dancing on your tongue, mixed with a peculiar flavor that reminded you of bitter coffee. You exhale slowly, watching the smoke dance and take shape of curling roses out of your lips.

How could someone have lips like yours? You made something as simple as smoking look so enchanting to him. His own lips were dried and scarred, but when they were pressed up against yours, he couldn't get enough. They were so plush, so tender, and he grew addicted from the first kiss. When be brought them to the skin on your body, your vocal replies would tell him he was making you feel so good, he believed he was actually feeling the exact same way.

Meanwhile, when you handed the cigar back to him, your eyes couldn’t help but graze over his body. His lower half was covered by the gray blanket of his bed, his torso sprinkled with dark hair and littered with various scars of different ages and sizes. Before you fell asleep, you remembered your fingers tracing along one of the longer scars along his chest. He didn’t mind though, finding the touch as simple as a soothing sensation in a place that once brought pain, but of course he wouldn’t say anything about it.

While Karl brought back the cigar to his mouth, he noticed the way you resumed your staring, those colorful eyes of yours gazing over his body up towards his face with a specific emotion he had seen before. He saw the same look in your eye when he took you that night in your bedroom. It was one of the last emotions he was expecting to see, and it shocked him. but he didn't show it. He’s never seen it on anyone else very much, hell he's never really been with much else for as long as he could remember. Years of unwanted celibacy rendered him lost to particular signs one would see right away, and when their was a fling down the road they were just that, flings. Hell, even flings were rare.

But the look in your eyes, he has seen it before. When Mother Miranda would speak about the Lords, she would put on this façade when it came to talking about how much she loved her 'beloved' children, but when it came time to mention her true child, her cold eyes would shadow over with warm love mixed with deep sorrow. With this same emotion that you had in your eyes now, minus the sadness, it surprised him to almost no end. It didn't necessarily scare him, but he just didn't know what he really did to make you feel the way you did.

Soon before he could even bring up the idea of questioning it, that emotion proceeded to get replaced by a spark of desire, a growing lust.

Now that really amused him. How was it after everything the both of you did, even now as both of your bodies were still recovering, heavy with lingering exhaustion, the desire for him inside you was still present. If humans were to go in heat like dogs, you would be a prime example that it was possible. At this point, you were his little nympho. He wasn't shaming you though, he had to admit the thought of you waking up to him burying his cock balls deep inside you had crossed his mind at least three times. That doesn’t mean he was going to deny you of what you wanted.

You watched with the faintly surprised look as he took one more drag of the cigar before carelessly tossing it towards the other side of the room. You couldn’t even bother to look where it landed before his hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. He tasted of strong tobacco with a tinge of copper, clouding your senses as your tongues softly danced for dominance.

God, why did you enjoy this man so much? Was it because you spent years being surrounded only by family, locked away with nothing but books to keep you company? Maybe you dreamed of a dominant male figure to hold you in his arms, kissing your forehead and tell you everything was going to be alright. Maybe you wanted an escape from the life you had and run away with someone who was willing to take you there.

Karl offered you that opportunity, a chance to be free and escape. But having that door open, was it what you really wanted? Or did you want more?

Karl's large hands slowly found themselves on your slightly bruised hips, using his newfound strength to maneuver you to his lap. Your hands found solace on top of his shoulders, your breasts flattening against his chest as the kiss considerably grew more intense. His hands roamed up and down your body, from brushing against your maroon speckled thighs to your flanks, treading slow over your stomach to caress your breasts, thumbs stroking your overly sensitive nipples.

Your fingers continued upwards from his shoulders towards his neck, your hands finding a more permanent settlement on both sides of his face. The kissing mellowed down slightly, both of you resorting to a soft, delicate dance that mingled perfectly with the mood. Soft and gentle, romantic almost. Maybe Karl was going slow because he was just as tired as you were, but the man's light groan in your mouth proved to you that he enjoyed this tempo just as much as you did.

You moved your hips lightly to settle yourself more comfortably in his lap. You broke the kiss with a small whine as you felt the length of his cock resting against your opening. Karl lightly grunted as he looked down to see his cock lightly throbbing due to his need for you, all while your core glistened, aching from and for him.

His guided himself back towards your entrance, returning his hand to your hip to encourage you to invite him in. Your hips started trembling as your walls accepted him, drawing a symphonic unison of noises from both of you. Just the slightest squeeze from you made him hiss, all while just feeling him inside you, whining as his girth stretched you. Despite the soreness, it had you both feeling so good.

He nestled his head in the crook of your neck while you rocked your hips, feeling his cock rubbing against your walls so perfectly. Your arms secured themselves around Karl's neck, his broad arms wrapping around your torso to help you move your shaking form against his.

Due to your oversensitive, bruised walls taking him in so well, Karl took it upon himself to buck his hips against yours, making him smile against your skin as you whined out a broken moan, accompanied by a whine and what sounded like a soft plea for more. He complied instantly, rocking more with your hips to hit up towards your sweet spot.

Your moans built up to get louder and louder, your raspy throat breaking your voice but you could've cared less. He picked up the pace considerably, his hands gripping onto your ass and using his strength to bring you down on him repeatedly, using you like a toy. You threw your head back, giving Karl more room to nip at the tender skin along your neck. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, your tone raising an octave as the familiar band of pleasure began to build inside your abdomen. You mentally pleaded that Karl wouldn't reject you of your release this time.

He leaned closer to trap your bottom lip in his teeth, teasing the kiss swollen flesh with soft nibbles. You response was to kiss him formally, your moans cutting off into a shuddering cry as you came. Karl stopped moving, feeling the muscles of your thighs trembling in his grasp as your orgasm sparked at every nerve in your body, clenching him ever so closer to you.

He broke the kiss, his nose brushing against yours as he watched your facial muscles scrunch up in pure pleasure. He rocked his hips ever so slightly, seeing your eyes flutter at the sensation, your chest pressing even closer with his due to your arching back. You sighed out a heavy groan as your chaotic nerves melted into well promised pure ecstasy.

"Hmm," His chest rumbled, satisfied in watching you fall apart and recover in his arms all because of him. Your whines and moans, your body and how it reacted was all because of him. He was right from the start: You were his gift, to be opened by him in the most delicious ways possible.

"You're beautiful," He muttered, meeting your gaze the moment you opened your eyes. You removed your hands from his neck, bringing them over to caress his cheeks. You were silent as your thumb brushed across the 'X' shaped scar on his cheek, tracing the lines with gentle care. Your other thumb repeated these same actions towards another scar, the long thin line that ran from the bridge of his nose and stopped under his right eye. You wondered how it felt for him when these wounds were fresh, your fingers tracing the ancient paths with the most gentle motions, as if the man was made of glass.

Karl could only watch you, seeing the way your eyes trailed along with your thumbs. The skin on your hands were velvety soft, with minor callousing and scarring, but mostly free from the more harsh scars of hard labor. You've touched his face before, and he didn't care for it in the past. Now, it was like... a true mother's touch, gentle and soothing with no intent of harming him.

Maybe that was it, he began to realize. You were everything he could never have in the past he dealt with, right in his very arms.

Before you could notice the skin of his face getting warmer under your touches, he abruptly kissed you to distract you. You didn't mind the kiss, but their was a lingering question that forced you to break free from his scarred lips.

"Karl," You spoke up softly, seeing his brows raise in question.

"What... exactly is this? Between us?"

You confessed the biggest question that was stuck in a glass bottle in your head. The moment you shattered the glass, the man grew deathly silent. Your heart burst into heavy, frantic beating, fear coursing through your veins out of worry that you shouldn't have asked.

Karl looked like he short-circuited, his eyes growing glassy as he was lost in thought. His head lowered a little, the man himself lost in his mind and emotions on how to properly answer that question.

He raised you off of his cock, unable to help yourself as you whined in his absence. Bringing a hand to the small of your back, Karl shifted both of your positions, laying you on your back as he rested nestled himself between your legs, the tip of his wet cock lightly brushing against your clit.

His fingers found your chin, having you silently look him in the eye. The way he looked at you was almost scary: His eyes lacking any sort of emotion, making your heart begin to sink.

After a few seconds, he mentally cursed himself and recollected his mental train back on track. He kissed you, putting in a fair amount of softness to it, which was slightly new. His kisses were always hungry, always challenging as he battled to be in control. But this, this was definitely different and enticing.

He broke from the kiss first, exhaling rather heavily. Their were so many ways to say this, but his stubbornness was biting him in the ass. Fuck this.

"This is... us doing what we've always wanted to do," He began, Seeing your brows raise slightly in confusion. Shit, he really wasn't good at this.

"I mean... Agh, fuck. Shit." He looked off to the side for a moment, slicking a few stray hairs back and out of his face with his hand before he tried again.

"This is what people do when they.. care for each other a whole lot, and in this case, we really really care for each other, right?"

You nodded slowly, trying so hard not to show a smile as he struggled with his words.

"Right, so that's us right now. Just two people who care about each other a whole lot."

Your lips betrayed you, a smile stretching across your face. As beautiful as he thought you looked when you smiled, it made him feel more embarrassed than amused. Before he could scoff and protest, you pulled the man in for a joyous kiss, bringing your hands behind his back to hold him closer. He complied instantly, all emotions melting away in the kiss as he secured his own weight with his arms beside your head so he didn't crush you.

It didn't long for him to bring his hand in between your bodies, guiding himself back into you with an encouraging moan on your end. The pace was slow for a moment, allowing you to get used to him again before he went real fast, halting the kiss to nip at your ear while his thumb rubbed lazy circles on your nub. Your nails scratched into the skin of his back, making him roughly hiss at the sensation. You had done these motions countless times when he fucked you into the floor in the other room, against the wall, and even on his workbench. Your endless scratches made him consider future scars for sure.

Y'know what? That didn't matter, he'd wear them with pride.

He thrusted harder into your wet pussy, his groans getting louder and richer with rumbled growls. Your aching body felt like you couldn't possibly come again after the many times you did with his length, mouth and fingers, but Karl was quick to prove you otherwise. He held you closer, both hands clutching your upper arms securely as his pace slowed, but the strength of each thrust intensified. He was slamming your hips into the bed with brute force, watching you with half lidded eyes as your body bounced with each pound, providing him a lovely view of your moving breasts. You cried out his name again, your back arching off the gray sheets as he rutted his hips more to yours, unable to help himself as his movements started to get more sloppy.

You let out a loud cry as your final orgasm trembled through your entire body, pure euphoria overdosing your mind and blinding your vision. Karl felt the incredibly tight squeeze and trembles, smirking at the sight of your beautiful body coming completely undone. He leaned closer, forcing a few more brutal thrusts until he found reached his peak.

He growled loud and hard through bared teeth, his head coming down on your bitten shoulder as his cum surged through his cock and painted your clenching walls, milking him for all he was worth. Your mind was so far gone, you could've almost mistook him for an enraged lycan if you didn't know any better. Chest heaving, his body relaxed against yours, bringing his forehead to rest against yours as he began the process of recapturing his breath, breathing harshly through his nose as his body heat mingled with yours, making you feel more warm and secure than you've ever felt yet.

Two people who cared about each other a whole lot. Their was a much more formal word you could think of instantly. Your hand slowly brushed up on along his back, tracing his spine to rest behind his head, lingering around the hair that came loose from his hair tie.

Was Karl gonna use that word you wanted to hear? No, not yet. But you knew that he meant by that adorable explanation. So for now, this is the best he could give you, and you were more than happy to accept it.

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