Karl Heisenberg X Reader Nsfw!

Karl Heisenberg x reader nsfw!

Tw: kink, oral fixation, oral sex, cigar, mention of anger

(this musty metal man lives rent free in my head omfg<3)

Stress relief

You where his special little pet. He had you in his living quarters of the factory. It was the only area you were allowed on your own. A metal collar adorned your neck, sturdy but not to heavy. There used to be a chain attached to keep you from wandering of to far. If it was necessary he could easily pull on your collar with his powers anyway. But you got roaming privileges for your good behavior. You had a soft mattress in the corner of the room near his desk. You had pillows and blankets to make it more comfortable for you. You'd occasionally walk up to him while he was sitting at his desk. He'd either pat your head and ruffle your hair or let you sit in his lap.

You looked at him with such admiration in your eyes. His every feature gave you butterflies. You loved his rough look, the way he spoke. His every move was enchanting. You would never wish for anything else than to be his.

You noticed how busy he was with the factory. He worked long hours, night and day. He got easily irritated during stressful days. There was little time for rest. And the times he did sit still was unfortunately very much worklated as well. He would sit at his desk in the office for hours at a time. He would take drags from his cigar and let the smoke flow out as he sighed heavily. A metal object or two would go flying into the wall when he got frustrated and stressed by his work. But the times he truly got infuriated and pent up was after a meeting with the other lords. He would bust into his office, blinded by rage. Fuming and yelling about Mother Miranda and a certain supersized bitch. You usually stayed put on you mattress in these moments just incase.

But today was different. He was silent after storming in through the doors. You could feel the tension from his anger in the room. It was deathly silent besides his heavy breath. He lit a fresh cigar and started working. You could hear anger in his writing. You knew he was pent up and tense, so you got an idea of how to help him out.

From where your mattress was you could easily crawl in under his desk without him noticing you. He was to busy to notice you at the moment anyway. You sat yourself infront of his spread out legs. As you gently nugged your head against his inner thigh and let you left hand run up his leg you could feel his muscles tighten before he relaxed. You stroked your hands softly up his thighs. His writing slowed down. You saw his crotch quickly grow a bulge. You smiled and bit your lip at the sight. You brought a hand towards it, palming him. A low groan coming from him. You scooched closer in between his legs. Your hands unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. With a swift motion you let his member spring free. You explored it gently with one hand. Feeling it's warmth, its lengt, the firmness. It pulsed in need of attention. His writing had stopped at this point. You could see him leaning back in his chair as you worked your hands on him. Holding it still you started licking at the tip. Catching drops of precum on your tounge. You could hear him taking a drag from his cigar and let out a relaxed sigh. Sliding the head of his cock into your mouth you used your tounge to massage and lick around it.

As you let his cock slide longer into your mouth you gently stroked the bottom of his shaft with you hand. You sucked on his cock, creating the classic pleasurable vacuum around his lenght. You heard him hum in pleasurable at your motions. He needed this and you knew it all to well. You started bobbing you head. Letting it slide against the top of your tounge. You stroked the rest of his length at the same pace as you sucked him. You slowly built up a little speed. You could feel his thighs tighten, the muscles tensing up. As your pace got quicker you felt his hand caress the back of your head. Helping you to keep up the pace. You heard his breath hitch. You stared taking him deeper and faster. To the best of your passionate abilities.

You kept the suction at a good pressure for him. As he got closer to his finishing you felt him push your head against himself. He cursed under his breath. You let him push your head closer. You could feel tears in your eyes and breathing got harder. It didn't last long until you felt one final shove of your head. You face was buried against his pubes. His cock pulsed in your mouth. A loud groan escaped him. You felt his seed slide down your throat as you swallowed. He let go of your head with a sigh of relief. You softly milked the rest out of the head, gently overstimulating him a bit at the same time. Satisfied with your work you pulled away and gave him some space. You wiped your tears away with a soft smile on your lips.

He tucked himself back in his pant before he pulled you out from under the desk so you could sit on his lap. With lustful eyes hidden behind his spectacles, he grinned at you from under his hat. He tugged at your collar with his power. You blushed as you knew that this was going to be a long pleasureable night for you.

A quick turn of events, Part 7

Fem reader, smut

Tw: Sex, some exhibition and voyeurism, mentions of unwanted touch in the beginning.

Part 6 <-

Reading exercise

After the event that happened in the club, Y/n had spent a few days getting over the feeling that guy at the club gave her. The fear and the pain from his grip. The gross feeling of him groping and grabbing at her like he owned her. She had decided that it was enough of that. And obviously no-one else than Lorenzo owned her if someone were to even own her. Him and the clones were the only ones she would let manhandle her if that was the case. And even then she knew thay wouldn't do anything to harm her. They did nothing else than protect and spoil her. Shaking her head she stod up from her bed. She freshened up a bit and put on some comfy clothes for her escapades in the house. What would she do today?

After thinking while walking through the halls she decided that the library would be a good place to explore. She hadn't really been in there and looked around yet. Maybe she could find s good book to settle down with. Making her way through the house she felt that it was way too quiet. Usually someone was yelling after Valentino at this time. She didn't see Dominic in the kitchen either. Maybe something work related had happened? But she also doubted that, Lorenzo would have given her some sort of message.

Once she arrived at the library she pushed the big dark door open. It was creaking as she stepped inside. It was a huge room filled with books from floor to ceiling. It had lots of comfy places and nooks to sit down and read in. She looked around a bit when she suddenly saw him. Lorenzo? How the hell? Since when could he fly. He was standing high up in the air holding a book. Busy studying something. She spoke out to get his attention.

"You didn't tell me you could fly."

He shut his book close and it vanished. His head snapped towards Y/n. A grin grew on his lips. Slowly he started to float down towards the ground and walked over to Y/n.

"Telling you everything would spoil the fun dear, wouldn't it now?"

He put a finger under her chin and softly made her look up at him. His dark eyes looking into hers.

"Want me to show you where all the good books are darling?"

Y/n nodded. She was mesmerized by his eyes. He started walking and pointed to a section to the right. It was a quaint little corner with soft lighting.

"This is where Dominic spends a lot of his time. Reading recipes and studying different foods. He is quite the intellectual when it comes to the culinary word."

He kept walking and gestured to the next place.

"We also have alot of different genres. Romance, horror, novels, poetry and fantasy amongst others."

He glanced at her as she looked around at the different books. His stone cold face didn't show alot but he was happy. He actually felt joy from her being so invested in his library. As they continued to the left side he gestured at another section.

"This is all of the books on Occultism, Witchcraft and so forth. It's quite interesting stuff if I may say so myself, being a demon and all of that."

Y/n giggled at his comment. For being such serious man he really liked to have his moments. She looked at the next section he pointed out to her. He smirked as he told her about this one.

"And this. This is the erotic section."

He could see her starting to blush a little. A pink shade tinting her cheeks.

"Valentino is a big fan of this section. He probably knows it by heart at this point."

Y/n gulped. She didn't know what to say. She was a bit flustered. Erotica wasn't something she really had read alot of, but it was exciting that they had it in the library. Lorenzo stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He gently massaged them. Feeling how tense she was and how she started to relax by his touch. She sighed quietly. Still a bit flustered she felt her cheeks blush more. Then Lorenzo leaned closer to her and his course voice filled the air.

"You know, we could make those stories come to life."

Y/n felt her cheeks burn up. She put her hand to her face. Even though she liked the though of it she felt so on the spot. His confidence in suggesting such a thing made her insides melt. He started sliding his hand down her back. He stopped at her hips as he moved closer and held her thigher to himself.

"What do you say baby? I want to hear those pretty sounds you make."

She felt unable to speak. The tingling sensation had begun and she could feel herself become wet by his suggestion. How could she ever say no to this. She nodded while she breathed out her answer.

"Yes..sir.."

He chuckled lowly. One hand slid up to her breast as the other one down south. He massaged her breast as he started kissing along her neck. Y/n's breathing became heavier every second. Lorenzo slid his other hand into her pants making contact with her nether region. Warm and wet. He smirked against her neck.

"So wet for little old me already?"

The charm in his voice and the feeling of his thouch making her thoughts spiral. Her body felt like jelly. She felt him rubbing on her clit. A feeling of ecstasy rushed over her. She whined at the feeling of wanting more. Lorenzo nipped at her earlobe.

"Impatient are we? You needy little thing."

He sucked onto a sweetspot along her neck. Licking and nibbling. He slowly inserted two fingers into her while he kept his thumb on her clit. A moan escaped her mouth by his actions. At the same time she could feel him growing hard against her ass. She felt him rubbing against her. His finger curled inside her. Repeatedly making the come here motion against her spot. It amazed her how well he knew her body. Her eyes shut thigh and she was whimpering for release. She would have come undone was it not for him slowing down.

"Not yet sweet pet, not yet."

Pulling out his fingers he put them up to his face. Smelling her juices before he liked it of. A guttural groan coming from him after tasting it. He pulled her with him over to a table nearby. Pushed her forward to bend over and halfway lay on the table. He pulled down her pants and underwear. Sliding his thumb through her wet folds. With his other hand he undid his belt and pulled his cock out. Slowly sliding the tip up and down between her folds. Y/n was whimpering and desperate for him to push into her. He chuckled.

"I don't think I can hear you properly. I think you'll have to speak up."

Y/n gulped. She didn't have a choice but to speak. She softly moaned out her words.

"P-please..daddy."

He pushed determined into her with a groan. She moaned loudly by his move. He set a steady pace as he leaned over her with his hands on either side of her body on the table. Sounds of heavy breathing, moans and skin slapping filled the room. Lorenzo put a hand in her hair and got a good grip before he pulled on it. Y/n's mouth fell open and her moans got louder. The feeling of controlled pain made the pleasure stronger. She was so lost in the feeling she didn't even register the door to the library opening.

It was Dominic. He was a bit taken back by what greeted him when he walked in. Y/n drunk in pleasure and Lorenzo pumping into her from behind. He was frozen in place for a second. Only when Lorenzo locked eyes with him did he quickly move to the corner with all of the food related books. Dominic was blushing and he felt himself getting hard. He couldn't get the image of Y/n's face out of his mind. How cute and delicious she looked. His urges got the better of him as he started rubbing himself to the sounds of their fornication and her moans.

Lorenzo grinned, knowing exactly what Dominic felt. He picked up his pace. He let go of Y/n's hair to rub her clit instead. She was starting to clench tighter around him. Her moans sounded like music in his ears. Just as she was about to climax he bit down on her shoulder making her scream in ecstasy as the wave of her orgasm hit. The pulsating sensation of release. He groaned as he pushed in for the last time. Spilling his seed deep into her. His dick pulsing as it emptied inside. Y/n laid her head on the table. Taking the time to come back to her senses. Enjoying the feelings rushing through her body.

Dominic had quickly picked a book to sit down with to cover his crotch. But he couldn't help but rub against the back of the book. He felt embarrassed about his actions, but it felt so good.

Lorenzo pulled out of Y/n and helped her to get dressed again.

"Such a good girl."

She smiled and hugged Lorenzo. Happy with having experienced the most exhilarating trip to a library ever. Lorenzo stroked her back.

"Hey baby?"

Y/n looked up at him wondering what it could be.

"Yeah?"

He grinned down at her with a way to knowing look.

"I think we might have had a guestviewing of our little library trip."

He chuckled as she got panic in her eyes. She turned around to see who it could be. Her eyes landed on Dominic blushing in his corner with a big book in his lap. Oh shit, oh fuck. She felt so embarrassed. She turned back to Lorenzo.

" Why didn't you say anything?"

He chuckled. Amused.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself too much darling. Why stop in the middle of something so good?"

Y/n was a bit shocked. So Lorenzo didn't mind? He really didn't let it embarrass or bother him. Maybe he like people walking in on them during something like this? Once she really thought about it, it was kinda fun making someone else flustered just by seeing them in action. She giggled to herself. Lorenzo tilted his head slightly.

"What? What is it baby?"

She looked a him with a spark of joy in her eye.

"It is kinda exciting to think about actually."

He smirked at her answer and ruffled her hair.

"Atta girl."

Beetlejuice fanfic

Tw: Sex, religious imagery, dirty talk, coarse language.

Like a prayer

On a chilly evening as the sun sets in the horizon, a priest walks through the graveyard. He takes his time admiring all the graves, flowers and candles people have lit up for their late loved ones.

As he makes his way into the graveyard he noticed a gravestone he hadn't seen before. Approaching the gravestone he studies it closer. It's a tall, worn and grey, almost blue looking. Three skeleton looking figures at the top points down to the name written. It says "here lies Betelgeuse" in big red letters with an arrow pointing further down. With a low voice the priest talks to himself.

"Hmm, I've never seen this grave before"

It certainly doesn't look new to him, and he would have remembered such a special gravestone.

"Who is Bet.. Beetlejuice?"

The priest scratches his head as he tries to pronounce the name. He hasn't seen or heard the name before.

"Beetlejuice.." He whispers.

He doesn't know anyone with that name. He would have remembered such a different name. As he turned to face the church and walk back he thought maybe the young nun might have an idea.

"Beetlejuice.. Maybe Y/n knows something about this grave"

Just a the priest started walking he heard a low rumbling sound from ground. The earth started to fall in on it's own in front of the stone, forming a big hole in the ground. Smoke started pouring out and a low menacing chuckle could be heard echoing. The priest watches in shock as a man swiftly flies up and lands infront of him. He stumbles backwards and trips. He's to stunned to even mutter a word. Staring at the man looming above him.

"Cat got yer tounge faaather?" A gruff voice draws out. The man from the grave grins down at the priest.

"Thanks for letting me out, started to get a bit boring in there ya'now."

The man chuckles and pulls the priest up from the ground by his hair. The priest gulps. Getting a proper look at the man he feels a chill down his spine. He's pale with big dark circles around his eyes. A 5 O'clock shadow. Moss and mold patches growing here and there. Static hair with a dusty green colour. An old worn suit with vertical black and white stripes. Taking a step back the priest manages to stutter a question.

"Wh..who are you, what.. are you..?"

The man snorts at him with a smirk.

"Never seen a dead guy? Hah! I'm a ghost. The ghost! The ghost with the most to be precise. And the name is the one you just called out"

He poked the priest in his forehead. The priest loses the colour in his face and takes hold of the rosary he has around his wrist. He's terrified and confused.

"Your name is B..beetlejuice..?"

Beetlejuice rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"Sky daddy won't help you here, but why don't you meet some friends of mine instead huh?"

Beetlejuice walks up to the priest and stands next to him. He grabs his neck and shoves him forward to the hole. The priest stumble forward gasping at the sudden shove. With a kick to the back the priest falls into the hole while Beetlejuice laughs in the background. Hearing a thump from the hole Beetlejuice grins and leans on one knee and yells into the hole.

"Greet the wroms from me wontcha father!?"

The priest can't even shout for help before he's covered in dirt, stones and grime. With his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face Beetlejuice walks towards the church satisfied to finally be free again.

Inside the church you were preparing for the next days gathering. Tidying and setting everything up. Getting new candles for the altars and putting out sitting cushions for the people. Feeling satisfied with your work you walk up to the small staircase leading up to the main altar. You look up at the big golden cross with a carved sculpture of Jesus crucified on it. You softly kneel down on the lowest step.

"Oh, why do I feel like this. I'm a nun for christ sake."

You quickly put a hand to your mouth and look up at the cross in a small shock.

"Sorry Jesus" You whisper.

You weren't the most traditional nun, but liked to keep some of the religion and the respect because of the community in town. It was always so welcoming and warm for everyone, no matter who they were.

You even had some small tattoos and a couple piercings. Just small crosses on some fingers and thorned vines around your wrist and ankles.A couple piercings in your ears, one in your tounge and in both nipples. Even while wearing your nun attire you still wore fishnets and beautiful lingerie underneath. It made you feel so pretty.

But even for a nun who isn't so strick and doesn't believe in the traditional way, you couldn't help but feel dirty because of your thoughts. As you knelt there on the stairs you started to think again. Your thoughts running wild. You shook your head and wanted the dirty thoughts out. This wasn't the time and place for that. You couldn't keep thinking like that in church all the time.

When you heard a door open and shut you jumped a little. You didn't think that the priest would be back inside already. You stod up and turned around. You looked out towards all the benches. Looking for him. It was empty. Maybe he didn't come in? That was weird. You swore that you just heard him come in.

Just as Beetlejuice had walked in he saw a nun on the stairs in the middle of the church. He hid himself from her vision and observed her. Watching. Analysing. She's looking for the priest. He grins to himself. Watching her with a stern look. Perfect.

"Hm. Weird, maybe he forgot something?" You say to yourself. Then you get a weird feeling. Like you are being watched by someone. But.. you're alone.

You shrug and walk over to the confession both. You mark the side of the person that confesses as occupied. You sit down inside and wait for the priest to come back. You fiddle with the hem of your veil as you wait.

Hearing footsteps you breath out, gathering your thoughts a little. The door on the other side of the both opens and close. You hear the priest sit down. He clears his throat before he speaks.

"What bothers you on this fine evening sister?"

He sounded more coarse than usual. Maybe the cold breeze outside made his throat a bit sore? You sighed and looked down at your shoes.

"Oh, forgive me father for I have sinned. I keep having these awful dirty thoughts during gathering and while in church."

You wait for an answer. You really needed to get it of your chest and confine in someone you trust. You perk up when you hear him answer.

"What kind of dirty thoughts are bothering you?"

Beetlejuice smirks as he answers. Wanting to find out how he can take advantage of your confession. You sound like an angel. Look like an angel. He bets you feel and taste like heaven.

"I.. It's.. It's a bit embarrassing. I keep thinking about touching myself or to be touched by someone. I get this feeling. This need of wanting someone to want me. But it feels so wrong to have those thoughts and feelings in church. I don't know what to do anymore.."

You sink down a bit in your seat. Toes pointing towards each other. You squeeze your thighs together. Still having thoughts and can't stop them. Not sure what answer to expect. You feel so filthy sitting there. Having confessed how dirty your mind is inside. You jumped up when you heard him shuffle a bit and started to answer.

"Well, in that case.."

He paused.

Why did he stop?

It's silent.

You only hear your own breath.

Your heart rate quickens.

Then he speaks out with a slight chuckle to his voice. Sounding more coarse than before.

"Then why didn't you just say Sorry Daddy I've been a naughty girl?"

Your eyes are wide in shock. A slight blush to your cheeks. Did you hear that right? A priest couldn't possibly be saying something like that. Could he?

"Father, how can you say something like that?" You question.

You look at the wall separating the sides of the booth. Waiting you start to figet with the skirt of your attire. You feel anxious. Still, there is a weirdly good feeling about the sentence you questioned.

Click.

A quiet inhale.

The smell of smoke.

What? The priest doesn't smoke.

You are about to stand up, but stay put when the door opens.

You look up.

A strange looking man.

The cigarette between his lips makes a soft orange glow to his face. The smoke slithers up around his face. He eyes you up and down. Taking in every detail.You push yourself into the backwall trying to get further away. Wanting to hide away from his gaze.

He chuckles. He takes the cigarette with one hand and leans into the doorframe. Blowing a circle of smoke towards you. Beetlejuice has placed himself in a perfect position, traping you inside the booth. He's thinking. Considering what to do next. Putting the cigarette back between his lips he smirks. He breaths smoke out through his nostrils. Giving him a devilish and impressive look. You shake your head. You didn't want to think of him that way. As you steady your head again you feel a hand lift you chin up making you look at the man. He grins. You slap his hand away and move your head, but you can't even try to hide the way you blush. He has already noticed it.

"Want me as yer personal Jesus and give you the body of Christ?" He asks in a rough voice while grabbing his junk with his hand.

You try to look away. Feeling so embarrassed and not wanting your thoughts to take over. You clench the rosary hanging around your neck. Feeling a warmth growing. Your heart beating faster. Beetlejuice grabs your chin again and leans down. His face mere centimetres away from yours. You can smell and feel his smokey breath.

"Kneel. Like it's a prayer and I'll help you with those thoughts of yours."

He looks at you with a sly grin. As he leans up again he spits the cigarette out, but it disappeares in thin air as it lands. Gulping you kneel down infront of him. You don't have a choice. You look down at your thighs. Waiting.

Zip.

He opened his flyer.

Your eyes widen. Did he really want you to..? But you have never done anything like that,  not even to yourself. You didn't know how.

".. I.. Don't know how.." You muttered without lifting your head.

"Heh, then you'll learn how. Lift your head and open up."

Slowly turning your head up you see his cock. You get anxious about even fitting it in your mouth at all. It's a bit longer than avarage and got some decent girth to it. You hesitate to open your mouth, but comply out of fear of something worse.

"Now you get to suck on it like it's your favourite lollipop." Beetlejuice grins at the sight beneath him.

Placing your lips around the head of his cock you lightly suck on it. Feeling his cock twitch you jump a little. You hear him chuckle. As you continue you slowly take in more of his length. You start to set a pace you're comfortable with. He pushes the vail of your head and puts a hand in your hair. He groans softly. Burying his fingers in your hair as he leans his head backwards.

You start to feel a tingle between your legs. It feels.. good? Sucking his dick you feel yourself get gradually wet. Did you enjoy this? You felt so conflicted. So good, but so bad at the same time. He started to push your head faster, forcing you to pick up the pace. Your jaw becoming tired. Your eyes starting to tear up. Feeling saliva build up and drip out of your mouth. It felt so weirdly good. Your close your eyes and melt into the motion of sucking him of. Suddenly he pulls himself out with a pop. You breathe heavily. Opening your eyes again you see him jerk his cock.

"Here's some holy water for ya.. " Beetlejuice groans out as he comes on your face.

You quickly close your eyes and feel the warm trickling of cum landing all over your face.

"What a pretty mess. " He says with admiration in his voice. His voice sounded softer.

He pulls you up by your arm. You can feel him use the skirt of your attire to dry off your face. As you open your eyes you got a short glimpse of him looking so gentle. He looked so..charming. You couldn't believe that such a man could actually look handsome.

"What? Never seen a dead guy facefuck and cum on a nuns face before?" He spits out with a grin.

Your expression change. Shocked at what he just said.

Dead!?

Is he a fucking ghost?

Did you just suck off a ghost?

Feeling cold you take a step back. Not sure how to process the information you just got. But before you get as much as a word out he rips your attire open.Feeling the air on your body you try desperately to cover up. Your attire is completely torn. It's hopeless. He snorts at your try.

Slowly he looks you up and down. He takes in all the new details that had revealed themselves. You wore beautiful black lingerie. Fishnet stockings. Your rosary dangling between your breasts. The subtle shape the nipplepiercings gives out in the brah. Your tattoos. He never thought a nun could do that.

But you were different.

He liked it.

You look away, not wanting the attention. Suddenly Beetlejuice pikcs you up and puts you over his shoulder.Surprised by the act you try to wiggle and get down. You want to run. He slaps your ass to warn you. You make a sharp inhale at the sudden pain. But it didn't hurt as bad as you thought it would. You give up and just hang there with your arms crossed.You didn't understand where he was going. When you start to look around you notice how different things looks.The light from outside is dark red.  There's a ton of candles everywhere that you haven't put out. Not to mention lit any of them. You feel like the church itself has become deranged and darker somehow. Only lit up by the flickering glow of candles. Weird.

As you're put down again you recognise where you ended up. The main altar in front of the big cross. He sat you down on the altar. Shit. He's looming over you with a hungry look. Licking his lips as he puts his hand on each of your thighs. He maintains eyes contact as he moves. You quickly squeeze your tights together. A bit scared.

"Aw come on now. Spread your legs and show me the gate to heaven baby." He gives you a softer and more seductive smirk than before.

He leans in closer to your face. Your eyes betrays you as they give a quick look at his lips. You blush again at the thought of his lips. Catching the glimpse you got of his lips he puts a hand softly behind your head. He connects your lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss. You can't help but melt into it and close your eyes. He pushes his tounge into your mouth. Exploring every part of it. He tastes like earth. It feels like nothing you've felt before. You breathe heavily as you part your lips, your eyes fluttering open. He gently tries to push your thighs apart. You allow him but feel embarrassed to spread your legs this way. He slides a hand up your thigh until he reaches your panties. He gently rubs his thumb against you. He can feel how wet you actually are through your panties. Starting to pull them off you stop him. Placing your hand on his.

"I'm.." You can't finish the sentence.

Beetlejuice looks at you. He knows.

"I know you're a virgin." A soft and understanding voice. You didn't expect him to actually be a bit comforting. Or to even care. You look into his eyes and give him a soft nod.

"I'll start gentle. I promise."

He grins slightly. You felt a tingling sensation and butterflies in your belly from his words. He cups you cheek and gives you a soft kiss.After gently pulling your panties of he slides his thumb through your slick folds. He smirks at the view and feeling. Watching your reactions. You hold back a moan. Your eyes closed so you wouldn't feel so embarrassed. You feel him lean in next you your ear. His low gravely whisper making your back arch slightly.

"I'm gonna show ya why I'm known as the ghost with the most"

A quick turn of events, Part 3

FemReader X Beetlejuice Mafia AU

Tw: Alcohol, Sexual acts and mentions

Part 2 <-

A new home

Lorenzo stands next to a king-sized bed. Watching Y/n as she sleeps peacefully. He doesn't want to wake her up. Not when she looks so comfortable. It's still early and she could use some rest. He admires how pretty she looks when she's asleep. He let's out a relaxed sigh before he leaves. Walking out of the room he softly closes the door. He puts his hands in the pockets of his dark green lounging robe made of silk. With a swift motion of his arm a cigar appeared in his hand. Already lit and ready. He made his way through the hallway and downstairs to the kitchen. There he spent the morning relaxing. He read the newspaper and drank his coffee. He didn't have to rush to get things done this day. It was pleasant to have a peaceful morning like this. He never admitted how much he actually enjoyed simple things.

Y/n feel so snug and cozy. She felt so comfortable sleeping in during weekends. And she had just had this magnificent dream. It was unlike anything she could imagine. And it was so sensual too. That's when she started to notice something felt different. This didn't feel like her duvet, or her bed at all. Her eyes shot open and looked around. This was not her bedroom. She sat up, examining the room. It was big and luxurious. Like an old victorian manor, draped in gorgeous dark details. She still had her outfit from last night on. None of it has been a dream. It was real. She couldn't believe that it was real. She pinched her arm just to make sure. When she slipped out of the bed to look around the room she saw her boots where neatly placed next to the door. There where also a couple boxes with her name written on them. Opening them and looking inside she saw all of her stuff. All the things she owned and had in her apartment. They had taken care of it all for her. She was shocked that it had happened so quick. She was speechless. Wandering further she discovered a bathroom. It was gorgeous. Big mirrors with intricate golden frames. Beautiful counters. A big vintage tub with beautiful legs. She felt like a princess in a Disney movie. Looking trough another door in the bedroom she found a walk-in closet. It had lots of different clothes, including the ones that she already owned. Had all this happened in one night? This guy worked fast. It was unbelievable. After having looked around a while she wanted to change clothes.

She was quick to change into a pair of her favourite sweatpants and a hoodie. It felt more comfortable than walking around in the dress. After she had changed clothes she ventured out of the room. The hallway was dimly lit and silent. The walls was coverd in all kinds of dark paintings and art. A gothic victoran look just like the bedroom had. She loved the way it looked. The beauty in darkness was so overlooked in today's society and this felt like a fresh breath. Walking along she admired it all. She walked down a dark wooden stair and found her way to the kitchen. She peaked her head carefully in to get a look. She silently walked in and noticed Lorenzo. He was sitting in a chair in the kitchen nook just as he had written in the note. He was reading a local newspaper it seemed like. He had one leg resting over the other. His robe revealed his chest a bit. His hair was chaotic, like he had been electrocuted. His skin looked paler and like he had darker rings around his eyes. She didn't remember seeing that in the club. Maybe it was the difference in lighting that did it. She didn't mind it, he still looked great. But it made her blush slightly seeing him like this instead of in a suit. He didn't even need look up to know she was there. He felt her presence in the room. Nobody could see it on him, but it made him happy. His voice broke the silence in the room.

"Morning doll, slept well I hope. Would you like some breakfast?"

He folded together the newspaper and tossed it onto the table next to him. Looking at Y/n he smirked slightly at her being awake and well rested. She looked so cute in the cozy clothes she had put on. His mind wanted him to get under those clothes and get a better look at what was hiding underneath. Getting to know how she really felt. How she tasted. To learn about her desires. But that would have to wait for now. He had to make sure she felt at home first. Let her know she was safe. Y/n looked around the kitchen a bit as she took a few more steps into the room. She hoped up and sat on the kitchen counter. Dangling her feet a little. She looked at him and nodded.

"Yeah, that would be nice. I do feel a bit hungry."

She felt a bit shy still, but gave him a smile nonetheless. Her stomach rumbled exposing how hungry she really was. Lorenzo smirked and rested his head on his hand. The rumbling of her stomach made her blush so much. It was adorable to see how embarrassed she got by such a small thing. She looked away to not feel so exposed. Lorenzo yelled out a name and waited.

"Dominic!"

Through the kitchen door another man walked in. He looked like Lorenzo too, just like Antonio did. But Dominic was about the same hight as Lorenzo and looked a bit chubbier and bulky. He also had his own colour, red. His left eyebrow had a big scar going through it. It didn't look like he was much of an accessory guy, but he had one goldring on his right hand. He had a soft and content expression on his face. He looked at Y/n and smiled before he turned to Lorenzo.

"Boss?"

"Dominic, would you be so kind and make Y/n something good to eat. She's very hungry."

Lorenzo emphasised the word very. He grinned, then he looked over at Y/n. She was looking down and fidgeting with her fingers. She felt a bit embarrassed. Dominic nodded and turned around. He walked up to Y/n with a kind and curious expression. She looked at him feeling a bit nervous. He didn't have proper language skills, but managed to get his point across.

"What..uh food you want?"

He seemed confident with his question. Lorenzo picked his newspaper up again and continued reading. He didn't seem bothered at all. He actually looked quite happy to Y/n. Despite how emotionless others would have thought he was. Not that he looked like one to admit his own happiness to others either. She smiled to Dominic. His struggle with words didn't bother her. She smiled at him. He gave her a comfortable feeling of kindness. That's what matters. She thought for a second putting one hand on her chin. What did she want? It was a good question. She eventually made up her mind and told Dominic. He simply smiled and nodded. He was quick to start and worked so efficiently. His skill and passion really showed as he made the food. It looked so effortless. Y/n was amazed at his work. It was exciting to watch him. She waited patently and took a seat at the kitchen table. Lorenzo occasionally peeked at Y/n without her noticing. When Dominic was done he elegantly served Y/n her food. He sat down the plate and a glas of juice. It looked so delicious. She looked up at him with a big smile before she dug in.

"Thank you Dominic, it looks amazing."

He smiled and gave a shy nod. She could swear she saw him slightly blush as he turned to go clean up. It honestly made him feel so happy to have someone new be so kind. Dominic thought she was adorable. Y/n quickly started eating and it tasted like heaven. She hadn't tasted anything like it before. It was like it melted on her tounge. The flavour was perfect. Dominic had an incredible talent. When she finished she felt so perfectly full. Not to much and not to little. Just perfect. She wanted to thank him properly, but he had already left. Lorenzo noticed that she was looking for Dominic.

"Don't worry, he knows already."

Y/n looked at him with a slightly confused expression. That was nice to know at least. She didn't want to seem ungrateful. It was honestly the best breakfast she had ever had in her life. Lorenzo put down his newspaper and stod up. He offered his arm to her. Y/n took it and stod up with him. She followed his lead and held onto his arm as they walked out of the kitchen. She felt so safe holding onto him. She didn't expect to feel this way so quick. He lead her to the living room. A beautiful and quiet room. It had a big fireplace with a portrait of Lorenzo above it in the centre. A beautiful oil painting. He looked so handsome, just like he is. In the room there was a gorgeous couch and two chairs made of dark red leather. They where placed around a dark wooden table in front of the fireplace. Lorenzo let go of Y/n and walked up to a bartable in the corner. He poured himself a glas of whiskey. He turned around to watch her as she looked around the room. He had a kind yet serious look on him.

"I'll let you have time to explore the house and feel more at home today. I have some work to take care of. I'm not leaving the house incase you should need me. You have access to everything in this house of course, except for my office. Understood?"

Y/n nodded. She understood.

"Then I'll let you get to it dollface. Enjoy your evening."

He walked up to her and put a hand to her cheek. He placed a soft kiss to her forehead before he left her alone. It was such a sweet act of him. Made her feel safer being in this big house. She spent a couple minutes in the living room before she wanted to find more stuff to explore. Leaving she found a dining room, a big library, a bathroom, and a door that she obviously figured was to Lorenzo's office. As she walked towards the stairs she passed by the kitchen. The house was silent and empty. Walking up the stairs she felt curious. She hoped to find something interesting. Maybe she'd meet Dominic or Antonio during her exploration. She walked down the hallway and past the door where the bedroom was. She found four other bedrooms. Each with their own colour scheme. She figured two of them belongs to Antonio and Dominic at least. One was definitely Lorenzo's. But the fourth purple one was unknown to her. Who's room could it be? She wondered if there was someone else she hadn't met yet.

Moving on she found another smaller living room. The fireplace in there wasn't lit. The lighting was soft. That's when she noticed someone sitting in a chair. They where sat faced away from the entrance of the room. She could only see the slight movement to their body. As she got closer she could hear their breathing was heavy. It was a man dressed in elegant purple clothes. It was probably his room she saw earlier. She got closer and wanted to ask him. Then she recognised his movements. What he was doing. She gasped. Her faced turned red and she froze in her track. He was jerking off. She figured that he probably didn't expect anyone to come into this room. As she was about to turn around his head fell back and his heavy eyes locked with hers. He grinned at her. She felt so embarrassed to have walked in on him. He didn't look like it bothered him at all. In fact he seemed to enjoy that she caught him in the act. He didn't stop. His motion only keeping a steady pace. She couldn't tear her eyes away. He kept jerking as he softly spoke.

"Ya like the show sugar?"

He chuckled as she quickly walked backwards and out of the room. Y/n felt her heart race and had to lean back onto a wall in the hallway. What just happened? It was surprisingly exciting when she got time to process what she just saw. It was actually quite interesting. She couldn't stop replaying it in her mind. He also looked awfully at lot like Lorenzo. Which only made it feel more intense somehow. He was just leaner and had green eyes unlike any of the others. She shook her head and continued her exploring. The scenario was still in the back of her mind, but it was quickly exchanged when she discovered the winter garden. Since she was on the second floor she had to go down a twisted metal staircase. It was a beautiful garden full of different flowers, trees and bushes. She walked around and looked at everything. There was butterflies, bees and even a fishpond. It was so serene there. She was so busy looking that she didn't even notice herself bumping into Antonio.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to walk into you like that."

She got stressed and didn't want to upset Antonio. He just chuckled at her thinking she was cute. She looked awkwardly up at him. His smile was comforting. She started to calm down when he didn't show any sign of anger or irritation.

"Y/n. You're looking around the house I see. How is it?"

She looked at him and smiled. She got excited at his question.

"It's been amazing. Everything looks so incredible. And Dominic is so skilled in the kitchen. But I uh.. Do want to ask who the guy in purple is? I sorta.."caught" him in the living room upstairs."

Antonio cocked his head at how she fraced her sentence. He understood that she had met Valentino, but it was the way she apparently had seen him that made him look serious. He cleared his throat before he answered her. His voice more monotone than before.

"That's Valentino. And he shouldn't have been doing what you're referring to when he knew you'd be walking around today. Excuse me Y/n."

He kindly bowed and quickly made his way past Y/n and up the stairs to the living room. She saw how seriously he took this. It felt nice that he cared like that, but she secretly found it fun that she saw Valentino like that. Valentino, what a fitting name to such a guy. She replayed the scenario in her mind. How he touched himself and leaned back looking at her with those eyes. As if he knew she was there before she even got close to him. She giggled to herself as she made her way back to the main living room through a door next to the twisted staircase. Lorenzo's voice made her jump as she entered the room.

"Having fun dear?"

Lorenzo is sitting in one of the chairs with his legs stretched out and resting on the table. His question was so unexpected when Y/n entered the room. Her little jump made him chuckle to himself. She wasn't scared, she just didn't expect him to be there. She soflty laughed it of and smiled.

"Yes, this place it perfect. I really love it here."

She sat down in the chair opposite from Lorenzo. She sat with her legs tucked to the side underneath her. It was a surprisingly comfortable chair. That was unexpected from such an old chair. She could probably stay in it for hours. Lorenzo pulled a cigarette from thin air. It was lit already. Y/n looked at him with confusion and curiosity. How in the hell did he do that? There's absolutely no one else in the room with them. Is it just a simple party trick maybe? She tried to find a rational solution to it. He just let out a calm sigh and smiled. He soflty shook his head at how confused she looked. She was cute. It was funny to watch as he could almost see how her brain turned.

"Heh, I have an explanation for every little thing you've noticed. It's not some cheap party tricks if that's what you're thinking. You'll understand it in a minute baby."

He followed up his statement by snapping his fingers three times. Shortly after Antonio, Dominic and Valentino came walking in. They really heard those snaps? Wow, they must have incredible hearing. They sat down on the couch next to Y/n and Lorenzo. They all nodded their hellos to Y/n before they looked at Lorenzo. Y/n was still confused about what was going on.

"Well, let's cut to the case shall we?"

Lorenzo flicked the cigarette out into the room and it disappeared midair. He clapped his hands together and looked at Y/n and the boys with an enthusiastic attitude. Y/n didn't know what to expect but listened on as Lorenzo began to explain.

"As you may already know I'm the Don of the mafia in town. But it's only me and the boys if I'm disgustingly honest. I used to work close with humans a long time ago, but they have proven to not be trustworthy. So I only keep them as business partners."

Lorenzo looked at the fireplace. Y/n noticed how infuriated he seemed to be at the people who had betrayed him. She was on edge but not scared. There was no reason to be frightened. Not yet at least. He turned back with an expression as if it was water under the bridge and long gone.

"Anyhow, I am a demon. Which probably explains some basic things for you. As for Antonio, Dominic and Valentino, they are my clones. I'm not quite sure why or how, but they developed their own personalities."

Looking at Valentino he grinned. He pointed a stern finger at Valentino.

"And I believe you, Val, have something to apologise for. As much fun as it might have been to have her catch you in the act."

Valentino was sitting furthest away form Y/n. He had a smug smile plastered to his face. Unlike Valentino, Dominic began to blush when he understood what Lorenzo said. Valentino would have rolled his eyes if he could, but with Lorenzo there he didn't dare. Valentino looked over at Y/n.

"I'm truly sorry Y/n, it won't happen again, I promise. Unless you want it to happen of course. Anything for you sugar."

Valentino winked. Y/n was taken back and blushed. His last comment didn't seem to be a problem to any of the others. They surprisingly seemed to find it either fun or interesting. She honestly thought Lorenzo would be mad or something at Valentino. Lorenzo clears his throat before he starts talking again.

"You see dollface, as my clones they have a direct connection to me. It's weaker than it used to be. I can still sense alot through them, but only when they allow me to."

He took a small brake to let everything sink in. To let Y/n catch up with the information. Let her pretty little head think. He ended with one last question for her.

"Does it still sound nice here with us after what you've heard?"

Lorenzo smriked at Y/n. His gold tooth shimmering by the reflection of the flames in the fireplace. His eyes where dark and seductive. The boys all looked at her. Watching her reactions to everything. They really hoped she wouldn't freak out or panic. Lorenzo knew they wanted her to stay. He felt their desperation. Heard their thoughts rambling over each other. Y/n took a few seconds to think about what she just heard. What it meant. It was more comforting than scary honestly. Well, she would have to get used to the demon and clone thing. But other than that it didn't sound to bad. She looked at them. Antonio had a calm look to him. She couldn't see any type of worry, just calm anticipation. Dominic seemed to be the worried one. He still had a pink tint to his cheeks after hearing how Y/n had met Valentino earlier. Valentino looked pretty relaxed, but he had this sense of curiosity over him. Lorenzo looked pretty content and secure in how Y/n would react. He looked at her with a calm and patient expression. He had a subtle and soft smile that wasn't easily noticeable. Y/n then looked down at the table in the middle. She felt confident in her answer and looked up again.

"Of course I want to stay. I just have to get properly settled and learn more about you guys."

She sounded happy when she talked. Her smile calmed the boys down. She could actually see how they felt more relaxed by her answer. Lorenzo's smile grew. He actually felt relieved that she wanted to stay. There was a small part of him that honestly had felt scared for a second. As the boys gently started to ask Y/n about her day Lorenzo rose from his seat. He listened to their little chatter about her day as he helped himself to a new glas of whiskey. Coming back to the others he spoke up. It fell silent as he started talking.

"I have some work to get back to, but you four enjoy the rest of the day together. Get to know each other better. I'll see you later tonight dollface."

Lorenzo leaned down and kissed her forehead. He ruffled the hair on top of her head with his hand before he walked of. She giggled at his small actions. It really was sweet how he made her feel loved with such simple things. She watched as Lorenzo left the room before she picked up the conversation with the boys. They could hear Lorenzo yell from down the hall before he entered his office.

"You better treat her well boys!"

Who the hell is out here loving JACK BAKER??? Cuz I need a word with you!!

We need some more Jack appreciation! This murderous goof of a dilf needs more love. I love him to bits honestly💕

I have writen one thing about him. I'm definitely gonna write more, and I'll try and get pics of him when I play Re7 again❤️‍🔥

That's all, bye bye

Hii, first of all love your work, i wanna start writing too, any tips? + English isn't my first language ♡

(i wanna write about rdr2 too)

Late answer sorry for that, just recently got back to this place. English isn't my first language either and I do alot of spell correction and use autocorrect, or google stuff. Even though some stuff slips through every now and then :P

I would say go for it! Writing is pretty fun when you get into it. I always try to embody the character a bit in my head to be able to imagine how they would respond or act about certain stuff. And I like to use their mannerisms from their game, movie, series etc. to help me envision what I write.

Hope this helps♡