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If requests are still open, how about headcanons of Heisenberg with a reader that is a fifth lord. Reader's Cadou allows them to manipulate sound (radio) waves, and go as far as sonic scream. No pressure or rush, just curious on your interpretation :)

Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader A/N: This is only the second time I’ve done HC’s and I’m still struggling to get a grasp on them. Thank you for the request, your prompt was interesting to think about. This is a little short, so if I didn’t give you what you wanted let me know and I’ll try again.

He really doesn’t give a shit about you at first

Unless you go out of your way to catch his attention he’s treating you the same as he treats the rest of the family

Whatever your powers are, he’s gonna assume you’re just as bad as the rest of them and dismiss you

You have to actively make him notice you

It wouldn’t take a lot, maybe one snide comment towards Mother Miranda and suddenly you have value

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You scoffed, glaring down at the horde of Miranda’s worshippers that had surrounded the old church. You’d just been passing through town, picking something up from the duke before heading back up the mountain. 

Heisenberg happened to be there at the same time. You weren’t sure what his deal with the Duke was but it seemed to be complicated. His head perked up as you glared at the villagers. “What’s your problem?” He muttered, tone bitter. 

You nodded towards the villagers, “They are. All their Mother Miranda bullshit, I’m sick of it.” You walked back towards your lair, the old radio tower up in the mountain. It was the best place for you to be with the way your powers functioned, your strongest point. 

He watched as you went, staring at you contemplatively and wondering how he’d missed that hatred in your eyes. 

When he and Alcina start to argue, Miranda will just look at you and you’ll let out a scream so loud bits of drywall fall from the ceiling

It’s painful but it’s effective, you’re essentially used as a mute button when things get out of hand

You tend to avoid the others, keeping quiet and to yourself

When Miranda had first experimented on you, your experience with the sound waves had been less than pleasant

Learning to control them was difficult. The first time you spoke after waking up from her little experiment, you’d blown out your own eardrums. 

Even after you finally harnessed them, you figured that it was better to just be quiet. The times you did speak you kept your voice below a whisper. 

“You don’t talk a whole lot do you?”

You shrugged, “Only when I have to, really.” You sat in his workshop, mostly against your will. He’d invited you to dinner, though it felt like more of a command, and you’d tried to get him to make the journey up the mountain to you. 

He’d, of course, refused because he was a stubborn bastard. You didn’t even want to sit down anywhere, there was oil and blood on nearly every surface. And if it wasn’t covered in that, it was sticky with dried lycan drool. 

At least Moreau managed to keep his quarry clean.

Heisenberg hadn’t stopped staring at you since you sat down, it was starting to bug you.

You don’t normally speak with your family, mainly because you don’t really care for any of them. Having his attention on you was disturbing.

He sets his fork down on his plate and gives you an odd look, “How do your powers work, anyway?”

It was easier to show than it was to explain. You focused on the large pile of metal scraps on his desk and opened your mouth. The noise was nearly silent at first, a high pitched ringing that you questioned if you were actually hearing. 

Then it got louder, the ringing clear now. It was painful to anyone outside of the focused stream of sound waves, but it was lethal once you stepped into the stream. The metal shook, vibrating loudly against his desk. A few toppled over, the rest exploded in a violent display of clashing metal shards and sparks. 

Heisenberg clutched his ears, a small stream of blood leaking from between his fingertips. You want to apologize to him. You’ve always had a little difficulty controlling your powers in such close spaces. 

But he doesn’t look mad, he doesn’t even look like he’s in pain. Instead he’s grinning widely at you, something glinting in his eyes that had you feeling on edge. 

He sees the uniqueness of your powers, the untapped potential for violence and how helpful someone like you could be to his cause

He waters the seedling of resentment you already hold towards Miranda and helps it grow

He whispers words of hate and anger into your ear until you’re just as passionate about taking Miranda down as he is

You two work together, using your odd understanding of radio and sound waves to improve his soldat designs 

Slowly, your loyal followers from the village start to abandon you and move to different lords. Your connection to Heisenberg has soured your influence among the sheep in the village, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care

Your status as a lord meant little to you when you had him

He’s intrigued by your powers and loves to experiment with them, but more than anything there’s something soothed inside him because he’s no longer alone

He’s grateful for the support you provide when he feels like he’s just stagnant in his progress taking down Miranda

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Resident Evil Village, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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.

😍 absolutely love this series.

A Little Black Bug (18+)

Karl Heisenberg x reader smut

This is part six to my smut series. Here is my masterlist for the rest of the parts!

Warning: Its still a smut! Rough smut this time I think. Domination, Consent Roleplay, you're reading this right, It's consensual. Overstimulation, Oral (giving/recieving), Fingering, Bondage, biting, choking, Mentions of blood/gore, minor cutting. Irony. I'm not good at making tags.

Summary: Their was always someway for someone to find your secrets, no matter what you did to try to hide it. Vampires may be good at smelling evidence and prey, but bugs are known for finding carcasses and sweet syrups first. Luckily, maybe not everyone sees against your view and reasons.

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“Sister!”

The voice of Daniela echoed through the corridor after you walked through the doors. You saw the swarm of flies rush down the stairs by the time you pulled off your cloak hood, the bugs conjoining together to reveal your older sister’s form. You were at least glad it wasn’t your Mother who greeted you first, but the fact that it was Daniela didn’t exactly help either.

Daniela, or any of your sisters, could’ve caught note of the scent of cigars and whiskey on your tongue, not to mention another particular substance that may or may not have lingered on your skin. You tried your best to clean up before you went home, but not before Heisenberg stopped you and introduced an idea for your next visit. An idea that sounded... peculiar.

He wanted to make sure you were comfortable with the idea, not wanting to push you into anything you didn’t want to do. But you agreed, that was if you could visit again.

Nothin could help soothe your anxious nerves when you stepped foot into the castle.

“You’re back! Come quick, Theirs something I need to show you!” Before you could question the woman, her hand already slipped around your waist, clutching you close to her. Most of her form disintegrated, the loud buzzing whirling in your face as she practically lifted and dragged you towards a certain direction with such ease.

When you were younger it was Daniela’s favorite thing to do with you, carrying you around like a little child with a baby doll at her hip. With your sister’s fast speed, she would play with you by bringing you anywhere in the castle within moments. Your sisters would play tag or hide and seek that way, whether by yourselves or when it came to hiding from Mother, but Bela would always make sure Daniela didn’t overdo it with you or you’d feel physically sick.

Nowadays, she rarely did it. But when she did, it would always catch you off guard without warning, giving you little time to prepare yourself. She always did it for a reason now too, leaving you wondering exactly what that would be.

She took you down the direction towards the cellars, terrifying the hell out of the maids as they stepped aside for the both of you to pass. This was a habit the maids developed, especially to steer out of Daniela’s way. Daniela was already known for causing havoc on them, the poor girls trying their hardest to not offend her in any sort of way. To make up for their harsh behavior, you would try to be nicer to those who served you. They feared you a whole lot less.

She resumed outwards passed the wine cellar into a room with iron bar caged walls, reeking with a metallic odor. You rarely went down here, the screams and cries that would come from this room would prove to be too annoying to handle.

“Here we are!” Daniela finally released you, allowing you to momentarily collect yourself as the trip had you faintly dizzy. The red head smirked, a short giggle erupting from her throat as she watched you adjust your sleeves, along with brushing down your dress skirt. She started walking ahead, leaving you to follow behind.

“Why did you bring me down here?” You questioned, your tone faintly bitter and raspy due to exhaustion. After leaving Heisenberg, your highest hopes were just to go bathe, have dinner and rest. Your mind was too occupied with many many things after today, and hiding all of them was your top priority.

“Well, my sweet dear sister, it would seem we have ourselves a little thief,” Daniela proudly announced, gesturing her hand towards a maid girl cowering in a corner chained up towards the wall. You recognized her face, and honestly couldn’t really remember her name. She had been here for at least six months, getting well accustomed to the routine that happened around in the Castle.

She was shaking like a leaf, her hands bound with rusted chains giving her limited room to move. Her hair was in disarray, strands of it plastered to the sweaty skin of her forehead. Her eyes glistening with tears only grew wider to the sight of you accompanying her captor, her mouth opening as if to speak but quickly shut it due to fear.

“What did she steal?” You asked slowly, seeing the maid slowly begin to shake her head in shocking denial.

“I found her in your room peeking in your jewelry box.” Daniela stepped closer, her smirk growing wider as she proceeded to brandish her sickle from her side. “Poor thing couldn’t keep her hands to herself, and she stole something. Caught her red handed.”

“No!” She immediately cried out, watching Daniela’s smirk drop immediately into a deep frown. She lunged towards the girl, tightly grabbing onto her quivering jaw. “You dare call me a liar!?” She screamed into her face, watching her eyes shut tightly.

“See, sister?? Only a liar would look away,” Daniela stated, shoving the girl’s head back when she let her go. The maid lifted her head back up, looking up towards you with fearful eyes.

“Please, y-you have to believe me Lady (Y/n)!" She tried to you, her accented voice trembling as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. "I wasn’t stealing anything, I was just cleaning your room, I swear! Lady Daniela told me to-“

“Quit your lying!!” Daniela cut her off with a loud scream, raising her sickle in the air as a threat to get her to shut her mouth. She exhaled, turning her attention over towards you. Her smile returned in an instant, handing you her sickle to take.

“Here, I saved her just for you. Besides, Mother needs more of her fresh supply. Thought my sweet sister was much better at doing the honors.”

The maid's heart dropped when you reached to grab the sickle without hesitation, not taking any second longer to think over the situation. Her heart began to beat faster, watching you walk past Daniela to step in front her. Your eyes were blank, your face void of any emotion as you looked down at her.

“No, Lady (Y/n) please! I didn’t- You have to believe me! I would never steal!"

“I'm Sorry,” You stated with a cold tone, the corners of your lips rising ever so slightly. “I don’t like people touching my stuff.”

You swiped down hard, watching the tip of the sickle pierce the supple skin on her neck. Her shriek piercing yet temporary, abruptly cut off when the blade punctured and slashed into her windpipe, severing her vocal cords. Bright ripples of blood spewed out of her opened neck, pouring down and staining her uniform as she choked, back arching as she thrashed against the wall, chains rattling with her flailing. Pulling out the blade, you swung again in the opposite direction, repeating the same action until her tender, supple neck was slashed open almost completely, the back of her tongue sticking out from the man made opening.

You couldn’t help but watch as her eyes grew unfocused, draining of all fear and pain, along with her consciousness. Men and women alike had the same reactions when you killed them, and their was always something so captivating about a body losing their soul. Like a candle with a bright strong flame, lighting up a room until you blew it out, the smoke of their existence fading away.

“Mmm, this one just smells like it’s going to be so sweet! Well done!” Daniela congratulated after sniffing the air, giving you a small set of applause. You tore your attention away from the body, watching Daniela step over to release the girl from her shackles, allowing her limp head to fall while she quickly grabbed a bucket. Grabbing the girl by her hair, she leaned her over the bucket so her head could continue spewing blood inside, catching as much as she could before she were to put the body to hang.

“What did she steal?” You couldn’t help but ask, looking down at the bloody sickle in your grasp. Daniela almost didn’t hear your question, too occupied as she ran her fingers along the girl’s exposed fat and muscles, bringing them to her lips to have a taste of her blood.

“Hmm? Oh, silly me!” Daniela removed her fingers from her mouth, standing upright as she reached into her bodice, pulling out a small silver object she kept hidden inside.

“Does this look familiar?” She waved the object in front of you like you would a treat to a dog. The sight of it made your shoulders stiffen and your blood run cold.

It was the compass.

"Daniela," You began slowly, looking from the object towards her smiling face. Fuck! You knew you should've hid it!

"Where did you find that?"

"In your room silly! Found it while the maid was making your bed," She cackled, bringing her finger over to stroke the glass surface. "I kind of lied about the maid finding it to get you out of Mother's way, but we were running out of blood for the next batch anyway. Poor girl didn't go to waste after all."

You exhaled through your nose, feeling a fair amount of anger begin to rise in your chest. While you weren't exactly mad about killing the maid, being fooled by Daniela or not, it was the fact that she had the compass, knowing exactly where you got it from. Exactly who you got it from.

You didn't know what to say, Your mind completely blank of any possible excuse. Daniela was quick to pick up on your sudden shyness and lack of words rolling off your tongue.

"I wonder what Mother would say when I tell her about this," she cooed, seeing your eyes light up in fear. "When I tell her that her young, sweet and oh so innocent daughter had a dog in her bed the other night."

"No! Don't tell her-!"

She cut you off with a bright fit of giggles, the girl throwing her head back in a way that made you even more angry.

"Oh calm yourself, sweet thing! I wasn't going to tell her," She reached over, allowing the compass to fall into your quick responsive hand. "And I won't," She resumed, returning her fingers to her lips to suck off the remnants of blood.

You didn't know whether to be relieved or angry, even with what she just said. This was Daniela, your older sister who loved to joke and tease you for as long as you could remember. Was she being honest with you, or was she doing another one of her tricks?

"Is it just you who knows?" You asked, seeing the girl tilt her head before shaking it.

"Cassandra's aware, I think. Bela has no idea so far, and as for Mother, she has no clue. I think Cassandra just despises the idea of you with that beast, but she clearly hasn't done anything to stop you."

"And you?"

"Well, I mean, It's Heisenberg. If it was any guy from the village than it would be more romantic. The old man is as stubborn as a bull with no balls. Now that I think of it, are you fooling around with him cause he saved you before? Or has it gone farther than that?"

"Something like that," You replied while looking down at the compass, wiping away a streak of blood from the glass. It did start off as a fling, but now... what is it, exactly?

"What gave it away?' You voiced your concern, hearing her snort loudly at the question.

"You had this... glow about you when he saved you the first time, and the second. Then when he came to stay the night, a maid or two didn't exactly keep quiet." Daniela took her sickle from your hand and brought it to her lips, dragging her tongue along the surface. She giggled again, exhaling at the taste of sweet maiden's blood.

"And what kind of person would I be if I couldn't recognize the smell of man blood on your pretty lips."

Goddamnit. Of course the maids wouldn't keep their mouths shut. Gossip is practically the only form of entertainment they had here in this castle to keep them from being scared. As for the blood, well, that would kind of explain her prank.

"Look, I don't really like you messing around with that man," She stepped closer to you, using her sickle as a pointer stick towards your chest.

"But the idea of a disgusting beast falling apart by the hands of my sweet sister is just so... Ohh its just so exciting!" She giggled towards the end of her words, making a faint heat tickle your cheeks. Is she being serious right now?

"Promise you won't tell?" You hesitantly asked, feeling like you were a young teenager again when you asked that question.

"Of course!" The redhead extended her hand towards you, a firm hold on your hand. "By the way, if you come home smelling like this again, I won't hesitate to dump a bucket of blood on you to hide the stench." It was your turn to laugh, clutching onto her hand tighter.

"Its hard coming home anyway."

"You can try taking the back exits where they used to bring in supplies before it was cut off. The maids use that entrance, Mother doesn't dare come down here anyway,"

"Deal."

“Good, now go take a bath. You stink.” She purposefully crinkled her nose before laughing again, turning around to work on the maid's body.

It was a huge relief to know that you didn't have to hide your secret as much, and to at least have a bit of support from someone. You could only trust that it would stay that way for who knows how long.

Later on after a long bath and fresh change of clothes, you traveled around the castle in search of every single maid you could. You made every maid aware two things: If they stole from you, or put their noses in places that they shouldn't, their will be very dangerous consequences. You didn't tell them what kind of consequences, but their missing maid companion was proof enough that you were serious.

Before you went to bed the next night, Daniela was the one to bring you some fragrant herbal tea and lounge around in your bed for a good hour or so. She didn't prod too much personal questions, she went for more modest ones like 'How does he treat you' or 'What's he like? No, not like that, Is he gentler speaking with you? Does that dog actually behave?'

Oh boy, she was thriving off the idea of her little sister dominating such a grizzly beast monster like Heisenberg.

"Get me out of these damn things you bastard!!" You screamed out, knowing the man could hear you from wherever he was in the factory. Whether he was in the room quietly watching you, or in another room was left completely unknown to you.

The beast had heavy rusted cuffs on your wrists, binding them together with a chain keeping you attached towards the floor somewhere inside one of the factory's many rooms. You could lift your hands despite the heavy rusted steel enclosing them together, but to be stuck against the wall wasn't the best feeling. The chain was welded to the floor, allowing you enough room to sit up on your knees but not enough room to stand comfortably for long, resulting in you sitting on the ground. To add a topping to the dessert, He had the fucking audacity to blind you. You didn't know what it was, but the material was hot and scratchy, irritating your eyes.

The man himself walked into said room, the sound of his heavy boots scraping against concrete with each step. You didn't need to see his eyes to know he was annoyed by your constant yelling and screaming.

"Y'know, To think that tall ass bitch would teach any of her kids respect is a stupid joke."

"Like fuck you deserve any respect," You spat out, venom laced in your words. "Let me go!"

Heisenberg's head tilted, not taking too kindly to your tone. He extended two fingers outwards, the metal on your wrists trembling before they were forced back against the wall, taking your form with it. Your hands were stuck raised above your head a couple of inches, acting more like prison shackles with your back plastered to the wall.

He treaded closer like a predator towards their trapped prey, crouching down slowly. "I can give you one last chance to ask me nicely, and I may just consider being gentle."

"Fuck. You."

He started chuckling, shaking his head as he stood back up slowly. "Technically, its not me that's gonna get fucked. I like your enthusiasm."

You widened your eyes in realization, starting to move your hands against the cuffs in a weak attempt to get free. The sight only made him more amused, laughing at you as he set down a sort of metal object on the floor beside you.

"That big sister of mine did a weak ass job in teachin' you some manners," He tugged off his coat and set it aside, rolling up his beige shirt sleeves before bringing his hands towards his belt.

You turned your head away, exhaling hard as your heightened hearing could pick it up, your heart pounded in your chest. Your fingers tried to slip through the shackles, pulling against them as if it was making sort of progress in your attempt to break free.

"That's not happenin' sweetheart," He commented, bringing his hand towards your cheek, harshly shoving your face back straight forward. “It’s not every day I get the chance to get back at my sister, I’d be a fool to waste this opportunity.”

“Let go of me!!” You raised your legs to kick at his, wherever they were, seeming to work for a moment as his hand left your face. “Don’t fucking touch me again or I’ll rip your goddamn head off!!”

His hand returned to your throat, his broad thumb and pointer finger squeezing against the sides of your neck hard, making you stiffen from the tight sensation. The material of his glove constricted against your skin, slightly being able to feel your heartbeat right in his palm.

"If you wanna be set free and run back to that castle, then you'll show me what that mouth is good for." He pushed hard against your bottom jaw, forcing your head to tilt up towards him. "If you even think about biting I'll let the lycans have some fun with you, now get to it." He let go of your head, your skin stinging from his almost bruising grip.

Heisenberg stepped closer towards you, His awaiting cock inches away from your lips, hard and needy for any sort of attention. "Open wide girl."

Fuck this, you thought. This man wasn't gonna let you go until you did what he asked. You tried to lean your head away, but it only pressed up against the wall behind you, leaving you no choice but to do what you were told. You inhaled slowly, bringing your lips closer until they touched the warm tip, opening them slowly.

Heisenberg slid himself in, letting out a faint groan as your warm tongue brushed against the underside of him. You were hesitant in sucking on him, trembling a little as you moved your head slowly, taking him in and out of your mouth. His hand found a spot on top of your head, moving his hips slowly as he guided his cock in and out of your mouth at a reasonable pace. You closed your eyes, hating that this was bringing a warm sensation in between your legs.

His pace started to quicken a little, thrusting more into your mouth with an occasional grunt or two. He pushed back into your throat without any form of warning, forcing you to choke out a series of loud, dirty wet noises that echoed throughout the room. He pulled out seconds later, leaving you gasping for air.

It was barely enough time to settle your breathing before he slid in again, keeping a harder grip on your head as he shoved his cock down your throat. He repeated these actions, getting off on the sounds of your gags as more saliva spewed from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and rolling down your neck. The way you’d harshly breathe through your nose before he shoved his cock back in, he swore it was only making him harder.

He released you again, this time giving you more than enough seconds to catch your breath, coughing as you felt the mess sink into the fabric of your black dress. Heisenberg kneeled down again in front of you, taking hold of your wet chin with a more gentle hold.

“God you’re gorgeous,” He commented. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, to take that bitch’s innocent daughter and turn her into a sobbing, shaky mess.”

“Good luck with that,” You muttered, practically feeling a broad grin forming on his face, his tongue running along his sharp fangs as even more lustful ideas came to mind.

“That’s a challenge I can initiate, let’s see how long you’ll last before you start to beg.” You moved your head away again, but he caught it back in his grip as he pulled you in for a sharp kiss, forcing his tongue past your lips. You let out a faint whine of discomfort, pulling more on the shackles that wouldn’t budge. You lifted your legs up again, the bottom of your boots scraping against the ground in your struggling.

Heisenberg saw this as another silly attempt at getting out of the shackles, making him grunt in the kiss as he brought his hand up to still your arms.

“Mmm!” You tried breaking from the kiss, making your face wince when his arm kept pressing harder. “F-fuck! Stop, that hurts!”

“It hurts huh?” He looked over towards your shackles, seeing your arms lightly start to tremble in the soreness. He pondered for a little bit before he clicked his tongue and flicked his wrist, the metal shackles releasing from the wall and falling down into your lap. You exhaled lightly, feeling the cooling relief momentarily flood through your muscles.

“Better?” He asked.

“More than better,” You responded, quickly maneuvering your shackles to blindly swing at him, striking him against the lower side of his jaw.

He was momentarily stunted, not expecting a move like this to come from you. It was an absolute surprise, the man blinking as he processed what just happened. The pain was momentary, the man huffing in amusement as he rocked his own jaw slowly.

“Not bad, definitely a lot harder than the first time,” He stated, looking back to you. The metal began to vibrate on your wrists, forcing your shackles towards the wall again, twisting your body awkwardly towards the left. His hands clutched your hips, forcing you to face the wall where your hands were bound. They eagerly ran down the curves of your body before he pulled up your skirts, exposing your lower half to the chilly air in the room. His hand stroked the sides of your hips more slow, squeezing a handful of your ass before making quick work of disposing your underwear.

Smack! You gasped when his hand harshly spanked your side. He did so at least three more times, the stinging quickly forcing you to bite down on your bottom lip, preventing any whines from leaving your lips.

"Did it feel good to hit me?" He asked, squeezing the tender, stinging flesh. "Must've felt good, right? Hitting a 'dirty dog' like me?"

"I'll fucking do it again if you don't let me go!"

"Hmm, You're so cute when you're angry, you know that right? You get all bratty an' make so many empty promises."

"You mother-!" Your voice cut off when a cool surface pressed against your thigh, the sharp tip running lightly along your skin. He saw your spine stiffen, smirking big as a he could make out a look of heavy concern written on your face. Wait, he didn't say anything about-

"Now's the time you should start shutting the fuck up," A newfound fear washed over your form, distracting you as his leather clad finger ran along the lips of your pussy, gathering your slick and rubbing the outside of your hole in a teasing motion, purposefully avoiding your nub.

The sensation of those rough gloves made you shiver, the scratchy material making your hips move away from his grip. "Stop, don't-"

"Don't touch you? That's hard not to do, you're so soft and wet! And for what reason I wonder? Is that bitch's daughter such a slut for choking on my dick?" He pondered while teasing you with his fingers, one of them slowly slipping inside. The thick, coarse material of his glove had you feeling a faint stinging sensation, forcing you to clench on him without meaning to. Just the fact that you did made you blush at your screw up.

"Stop touching me you fucking dog!" You growled out, feeling his finger leave you automatically. His hand cupped your mouth, pulling your head back as he pressed you against chest, the sharp edge of his knife meeting the damp skin at the front of your neck.

"Dog huh?" He snarled in your ear, "Well now, If you think that I'm such a dog I'll start fucking you like one."

The polished steel slid down your back, slicing through the material of your dress, your front growing exposed to the quickly warming air. His cock forced itself through your walls without any form of warning, accompanied by the wetness that followed his words. You stifled a groan in his hand, all while he practically moaned against the shell of your ear from you stretching around him, taking him in so well.

His arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you close as he started fucking you with a fast pace. Your held back whines were momentarily muffled in his hand before he removed it, bringing it towards the back of your neck to keep your head towards the wall. Your body was starting to betray you, clenching around his cock more as the wet sounds increased. You tried covering your own mouth, not wanting to grant this man the satisfaction that he was making you feel good.

The shackles grew more weighted, rattling against your skin while growing heavier and heavier, the metal scratching against the wall as it was pulled downwards, taking you with it. The shackles weighed you down to the floor, Heisenberg's hand reached over to push your head down, fingers tangling into your hair with your cheek plastered against the dirty floor.

He didn't let up in his pace, going even harder and rougher at this new delicious angle. His cock hit straight against your sweet spot repeatedly, causing your back to arch as a broken series of moans left your lips, breaking away from the unwilling façade you set up.

"That's it, let those pretty sounds out sweetheart." He ushered you more, feeling the way you gripped his cock harder with his pace. You tried biting your lip, tried holding back from your mouth opening but nothing would work, your mouth almost permanently kept open from each sound that left.

"Fuck, you're so good," Heisenberg groaned, slapping his hips harder as his grip on your side was almost bruising. "Can't wait to hear those sweet begs next."

You almost forgot about the scenario, right when you were beginning to feel the rise of your peak drawing closer. Heisenberg didn't even need to hear it in your voice to feel the way your cunt gripped him harder, feeling your hips almost tremble underneath his grip. You tried to quiet yourself again, but that did little to nothing.

The bastard could tell the signs, pulling out before you were moments away from reaching release. He leaned down and spread your flower open with his hands, marveling at the sight of your hole clenching over nothing. This made a whine angrily leave you, feeling yourself throbbing for something that was no longer there and a rejected release.

His hot tongue swiped along your opening, rumbling at the taste of your sweetness. The sensation made you whimper a bit more, your fingers securing around the chain attached to the ground to give you something to hold onto. He dove more into your pussy, using two of his thick fingers to draw out more of your juices for his tongue to gather. Your slick would’ve trickled down your thighs and to the ground if he hadn’t lapped up every drop with his tongue.

“Fuck, I might just keep you here,” He muttered, using his thumb to deliver harsh circles against your clit. “Lock you up and eat you forever. A perfect hole like this shut up in that damn castle is goin' to waste all alone.”

You hated this even more, you told yourself in your head. The idea of Heisenberg locking you here in this disgusting room and abusing you for his own pleasures was sick. It was sick, you had to tell yourself, but the feel of his tongue and his fingers had your back curling and your hips rolling, returning to you the deep, rich pleasure that started developing again into a second hopeful release.

He was more merciful this time, keeping his mouth attached to your pussy as the heat in your core grew quicker. He delve his fingers in you a lot faster, the thick leather of his gloves brushing against your sweet spot roughly.

“Mmm!” The whines didn’t stop leaving you, pulling on the chain tighter as your body felt hotter and hotter.

Then, he stopped all stimulations. His tongue left you, as well as his fingers. Once again, you were left on the tip of the edge, only to be stilled and yanked away from the pleasure. A louder groan left you, beyond irritated with this man who was practically staring at you with a shit eating grin.

“Just look at you, you’re too pretty not to ruin,” He cooed, running his hand along your soft skin as you quivered with a rage of emotions, wishing you could see him so you could glare daggers at the man.

“Mm, f-fuck,” You panted, exhaling hard through your nose.

“You got something to say, kitten?”

You nodded slowly, feeling defeated at the thoughts that went through your head. The edging was growing too much for you to bare, your muscles straining from how close you’ve been, only to be denied again.

“Please,” You began, biting your bottom lip a little as you struggled to get out what you needed to say.

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“Pleaaase,” You repeated out in a whine, “Please, fuck me. I can’t- I want to come. I need to-“

“You want me to make you come? You want to fall apart on my cock like a good little bitch?”

“God, yes!” You whined out more, feeling his actual fingers lightly brush against your clit in a teasing manner. He removed his glove, groaning at just how drenched you were. He could slide his fingers in so easily, your cunt clenching around his fingers greatly inviting them in.

“Such a good little whore,” He held onto your hip with one hand, finger fucking you at a fast pace. Your loud moans reached his ears, making him move them even faster to get your release to come faster.

And it was working, your hips practically fucking his hand as your orgasm reached at its peak once more. Heisenberg removed his fingers, quickly sucking off what he could before reaching over to grab your shoulder, lifting you from the floor to clutch you against his chest.

His cock slid back inside, giving a few hard thrusts to encourage you to finish. You fell apart instantly, crying out as your orgasm crashing into your nerves and setting your body on fire. Heisenberg nestled his head into the crook of your head and shoulder, growling at the sensation of your walls clenching him so wonderfully, coating his length completely with your sweetness. He slowed his movements a little, allowing your hips to rock as he whispered groans of encouragement in your ear, telling you just how good you felt squeezing around his cock.

He almost wished he had a mirror in front of you at this very moment. He knew he forgot something when he thought of this.

Regardless, his pounds didn’t cease. One hand held you secured to him while his fingers found your clit, rubbing quickly before you even had a chance at attempting to recover. He quickened considerably, his grunts muffled into the skin on your neck, his facial hair coarse and irritating on you.

He forced another orgasm from your body, your cries quickly becoming croaked, broken moans. Like Hell Heisenberg was gonna stop now, refusing the idea of his cock leaving your swollen folds where it belonged, where he belonged. “You’re so fucking good, my tight little whore. Takin' me in so goddamn good, letting me ruin you. Lettin' me use you like my own personal fuck toy, but you love it don’t you?”

You couldn’t get yourself to speak at the moment, your mind too broken down by blinding pleasure as your nerves grew more and more fried. It was a harsh slap against your tender ass that brought you back to reality, forcing a loud yelp from your mouth.

“Am I fuckin' you dumb and senseless?! Speak up! Tell me how much you love it!”

“I love it!” You croaked out a cry, bringing your head back as your face bloomed with pure heat from heavy ripples of arousal. “Fuuck, I love it so much!”

He chuckled against your skin, his nose feeling how rapidly your heart beat through your neck. He was so tempted to bite down on your luscious skin and taste your sweet blood, his tongue unable to help himself as he licked a couple beads of sweat from the surface of your shoulder. Despite all the arousal that flooded through his mind and his cock, he at least had some sense to know where exactly he could sink his teeth in.

He did just that, baring down on the outer junction of your shoulder, just where your dress sleeve would cover it. Your blood flooded around his lips and stained his teeth, all while the pain was surging through your nerves, melting together with the pleasure that had you screaming out nonetheless. He stopped his thrusts, breathing heavily as he sucked on your wound as if he was a vampire himself.

Your legs trembled from the overstimulation, every inch of your skin riddled with goosebumps while your muscles trembled like jelly. The shackles caused your arms to feel intensely heavy, your vision would've blurred and your legs would've given out if he didn't hold onto you.

Hs mouth detached off you, licking his stained teeth while bringing you to lay on your back. The absence of his cock left you feeling hollow as your back hit the cold floor, muscles quaking from the sensation overload occurring in your body. You felt him loom over your form, caging you in as his hands found your hips, lifting them up towards his. He rocked his cock against your folds, feeling you shiver and whine from the contact.

“I can just imagine the look on your mother’s face when she finds out her little girl’s an absolute whore." He didn't enter you just yet, leaning close to clutch your jaw with a bruising grip. You bit your bottom lip, smelling a hint of blood on his breath as a sharp object was pressed up towards the center of your throat. "When you go back you'll be so full of my seed, they’re not gonna wanna touch your blood after I’m done with you.”

He yanked on the rest of your dress, the material bunched up against the shackles of your trembling hands, fighting the urge to touch him as your fingers grazed along his shirt. He quickly made it known that he took off his own shirt.

The tip of the blade he brandished again ran down the valley between your breasts, your chest rising as it lingered along your pubic bone. He brought it back up wards, slowly pushing just the tiniest amount against your right breast, making you hiss lightly. Heisenberg put just the tiniest cut near your nipple, sliding his cock back inside to watch you gasp, clenching around him as your body focused more on the pure pleasure rather than the faint sting of pain. He leaned down and licked the faint bead of blood that formed, suckling on your breast while rocking into you ever so slowly.

His hot tongue felt so soothing against your skin like a warming balm, making you almost forget that he cut one of the most sensitive areas on your skin. He continued sucking while rocking his hips, moaning against your skin as your inviting walls continued to receive him. He bit down on your hard nipple, amused by your faint squeak in response.

“Your body’s mine," He murmured, letting go of your breast to lift his attention back towards your blinded face, "And only mine, got it?”

"Yes," You nodded, nodding your head immediately.

"Say my name," He ordered as he stopped moving, the sharp blade finding its way to push against your throat, making you swallow thickly.

You said his last name in what he felt was a weak tone, hearing the blade clink to the floor beside your head. A somewhat harsh slap struck your cheek, making you gasp louder than you intended. This man... this man was really testing boundaries.

"All of it!!" He shouted, leaving you to wonder if he was staring at you with those gorgeous glowing eyes.

"K-Karl Heisenberg!!" You cried out more, your voice cracking towards the end of your sentence.

"That's it, that's a good little kitten," Heisenberg muttered, his hand securing itself on your throat while the other grabbed ahold of your shackles, moving your body to fuck you onto his dick. The pace was quickly growing brutal, feeling your sore insides erupting to life as another orgasm threatened to erupt.

Without the blindfold, he would've been able to see the tears that poured out from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasurable sensations. Instead, they soaked into the cloth that kept you in the dark. He shifted his grip from your neck towards your leg, lifting it up to rest over his broad shoulder.

"Fuuuuck!!" You screamed out as his pace continued to get brutal, the angle his cock hit inside growing too much to bare. Your fingers scratched against his wrist along your shackles, almost being able to draw blood.

"You wanna come again?" He panted, seeing you quickly nod your head like an obedient little pup. "Is it getting too much for my little kitten? Tell me!"

"I wanna come! Please!" Your voice was rough and broken, your mind long lost of any other thoughts other than Heisenberg, your body falling apart from absolute euphoria and agony.

"I’ll stuff so much of my cum in all of your pretty little holes, taint your perfect body with everything I have. Is that what you want sweetheart?"

You could only nod.

"That's my good girl. My little slut, show me you mean it."

Barely seconds after he said so, you reached your third and most intense orgasm yet. You cried out, screaming a bit even as you threw your head back against the cement floor, clenching so hard around his cock so tight it made the man groan in compliance with your sounds. It was like your pussy was trying to keep him stilled and unmoving, but he continued to fuck your body until he reached his own release.

His head lowered down towards you, fingers gripping your chin to kiss you. You tasted your blood and whiskey on his tongue, unable to help yourself as you kissed him back, shattered whimpers leaving your mouth into his.

He tore away from the kiss, loudly cursing as he came inside. The hot sensation inside made your body spasm, your hips and legs quaking from exhaustion and overstimulation. Heisenberg's hips staggered, slowing himself until he came to a slow stop, keeping himself buried deep inside you as possible. His chest rumbled heavily against yours, a dark primal growl leaving through his bared teeth as his face lingered close to your bitten shoulder.

Both of you were a panting, sweaty mess. You felt like you couldn't lift any part of your body if you tried, your shackled hands resting limp over your stomach.

The blindfold came free from your eyes, revealing your vision to the handsome man discarding the cloth to the side. You squinted a little, meeting the gaze of Karl as he stared down at you, his hair speckled chest heaving with a fair amount of sweat over his brow, rolling down his neck.

A proud smile started growing on his face, letting out a breathless laugh as his two fingers lifted your chin, seeing your own tired smile begin to form.

"Not once did I hear the safe word, I'm impressed. You're tougher than I thought." He mused, seeing you huff while you shook your head slowly.

"I was worried that I wasn't gonna be the best actress," You admitted while watching him run his hand through his sweaty locks of disheveled hair, chuckling as he brought his attention over towards your shackles.

"You were perfect."

The pieces of metal began to break apart without him laying a single finger on them, bits and pieces rolling off your stomach to clink and rattle on the ground. You lifted your arms a little, feeling your muscles shaking lightly from your exhausted nerves.

Karl brought his hands to your thighs, lowering them into a more relaxed position after he pulled himself out. The man licked his lips, watching as your hole started to secrete an opaque liquid, his evidence of his words lingering in your head as you felt the warm liquid drip down slowly from your hole.

Your faint hiss tore his gaze away, seeing you slightly glance over towards your shoulder. It had stopped bleeding due to all your blood flow from your intense arousal, now all that lingered were red beads crowning the wounds, turning dark red after oxidizing.

"I didn't hit you too hard, did I?" You asked him out of pure concern, but exactly sure when he told you to 'attempt' to fight back.

"What, this little bug bite you did? Oh no, I've clearly had worse (Y/n), you barely dented me." Karl leaned over to run his tongue over your bite wound, lapping up the blood in a peculiar attempt to soothe the wound, kissing the skin around it seconds after.

Your weak arms raised when you brought your hands behind his back, fingers lightly running along his skin. You would find a pale groove of an old scar and allow your fingers to trace the line, closing your eyes as Karl couldn't help but trail a line of kisses up your neck, the rough skin of his lips and prickly sensation of his facial hair brushing against a spot on your neck that made you hum, fueling the embers of your abused core.

"Is it over?"

A heavy chuckle left him, the vibrations tickling your neck lightly.

"What, you think I'm done with you already?"

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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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@stararch4ngell4dy this whole fandom in a nutshell

So I'm a little stuck ...

I don't know how to start the heisnedad fic, and I wanted some of your opinions. I was going to start it with the readers mother somehow escapes right after she finds out she's pregnant and she either raises her on her own or gets help from umbrella. Or have the mother die from birth and Karl has to raise reader on his own.

I figured it could be no romance, or if she was with umbrella she would have a slight romance with Chris, or if she was raised by Karl, she would have a romance with one of Alcina' daughters or with Donna.

Either way, momma' dead and reader ends up in the village looking for her father, knowing exactly who he is.

And if anyone wants to throw out some character names, I wanted some Romanian kind of names. I already have a name for the mother, I just don't know what to name the reader.

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?

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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.

😍 absolutely love this series.

A Little Black Bug (18+)

Karl Heisenberg x reader smut

This is part six to my smut series. Here is my masterlist for the rest of the parts!

Warning: Its still a smut! Rough smut this time I think. Domination, Consent Roleplay, you're reading this right, It's consensual. Overstimulation, Oral (giving/recieving), Fingering, Bondage, biting, choking, Mentions of blood/gore, minor cutting. Irony. I'm not good at making tags.

Summary: Their was always someway for someone to find your secrets, no matter what you did to try to hide it. Vampires may be good at smelling evidence and prey, but bugs are known for finding carcasses and sweet syrups first. Luckily, maybe not everyone sees against your view and reasons.

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“Sister!”

The voice of Daniela echoed through the corridor after you walked through the doors. You saw the swarm of flies rush down the stairs by the time you pulled off your cloak hood, the bugs conjoining together to reveal your older sister’s form. You were at least glad it wasn’t your Mother who greeted you first, but the fact that it was Daniela didn’t exactly help either.

Daniela, or any of your sisters, could’ve caught note of the scent of cigars and whiskey on your tongue, not to mention another particular substance that may or may not have lingered on your skin. You tried your best to clean up before you went home, but not before Heisenberg stopped you and introduced an idea for your next visit. An idea that sounded... peculiar.

He wanted to make sure you were comfortable with the idea, not wanting to push you into anything you didn’t want to do. But you agreed, that was if you could visit again.

Nothin could help soothe your anxious nerves when you stepped foot into the castle.

“You’re back! Come quick, Theirs something I need to show you!” Before you could question the woman, her hand already slipped around your waist, clutching you close to her. Most of her form disintegrated, the loud buzzing whirling in your face as she practically lifted and dragged you towards a certain direction with such ease.

When you were younger it was Daniela’s favorite thing to do with you, carrying you around like a little child with a baby doll at her hip. With your sister’s fast speed, she would play with you by bringing you anywhere in the castle within moments. Your sisters would play tag or hide and seek that way, whether by yourselves or when it came to hiding from Mother, but Bela would always make sure Daniela didn’t overdo it with you or you’d feel physically sick.

Nowadays, she rarely did it. But when she did, it would always catch you off guard without warning, giving you little time to prepare yourself. She always did it for a reason now too, leaving you wondering exactly what that would be.

She took you down the direction towards the cellars, terrifying the hell out of the maids as they stepped aside for the both of you to pass. This was a habit the maids developed, especially to steer out of Daniela’s way. Daniela was already known for causing havoc on them, the poor girls trying their hardest to not offend her in any sort of way. To make up for their harsh behavior, you would try to be nicer to those who served you. They feared you a whole lot less.

She resumed outwards passed the wine cellar into a room with iron bar caged walls, reeking with a metallic odor. You rarely went down here, the screams and cries that would come from this room would prove to be too annoying to handle.

“Here we are!” Daniela finally released you, allowing you to momentarily collect yourself as the trip had you faintly dizzy. The red head smirked, a short giggle erupting from her throat as she watched you adjust your sleeves, along with brushing down your dress skirt. She started walking ahead, leaving you to follow behind.

“Why did you bring me down here?” You questioned, your tone faintly bitter and raspy due to exhaustion. After leaving Heisenberg, your highest hopes were just to go bathe, have dinner and rest. Your mind was too occupied with many many things after today, and hiding all of them was your top priority.

“Well, my sweet dear sister, it would seem we have ourselves a little thief,” Daniela proudly announced, gesturing her hand towards a maid girl cowering in a corner chained up towards the wall. You recognized her face, and honestly couldn’t really remember her name. She had been here for at least six months, getting well accustomed to the routine that happened around in the Castle.

She was shaking like a leaf, her hands bound with rusted chains giving her limited room to move. Her hair was in disarray, strands of it plastered to the sweaty skin of her forehead. Her eyes glistening with tears only grew wider to the sight of you accompanying her captor, her mouth opening as if to speak but quickly shut it due to fear.

“What did she steal?” You asked slowly, seeing the maid slowly begin to shake her head in shocking denial.

“I found her in your room peeking in your jewelry box.” Daniela stepped closer, her smirk growing wider as she proceeded to brandish her sickle from her side. “Poor thing couldn’t keep her hands to herself, and she stole something. Caught her red handed.”

“No!” She immediately cried out, watching Daniela’s smirk drop immediately into a deep frown. She lunged towards the girl, tightly grabbing onto her quivering jaw. “You dare call me a liar!?” She screamed into her face, watching her eyes shut tightly.

“See, sister?? Only a liar would look away,” Daniela stated, shoving the girl’s head back when she let her go. The maid lifted her head back up, looking up towards you with fearful eyes.

“Please, y-you have to believe me Lady (Y/n)!" She tried to you, her accented voice trembling as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. "I wasn’t stealing anything, I was just cleaning your room, I swear! Lady Daniela told me to-“

“Quit your lying!!” Daniela cut her off with a loud scream, raising her sickle in the air as a threat to get her to shut her mouth. She exhaled, turning her attention over towards you. Her smile returned in an instant, handing you her sickle to take.

“Here, I saved her just for you. Besides, Mother needs more of her fresh supply. Thought my sweet sister was much better at doing the honors.”

The maid's heart dropped when you reached to grab the sickle without hesitation, not taking any second longer to think over the situation. Her heart began to beat faster, watching you walk past Daniela to step in front her. Your eyes were blank, your face void of any emotion as you looked down at her.

“No, Lady (Y/n) please! I didn’t- You have to believe me! I would never steal!"

“I'm Sorry,” You stated with a cold tone, the corners of your lips rising ever so slightly. “I don’t like people touching my stuff.”

You swiped down hard, watching the tip of the sickle pierce the supple skin on her neck. Her shriek piercing yet temporary, abruptly cut off when the blade punctured and slashed into her windpipe, severing her vocal cords. Bright ripples of blood spewed out of her opened neck, pouring down and staining her uniform as she choked, back arching as she thrashed against the wall, chains rattling with her flailing. Pulling out the blade, you swung again in the opposite direction, repeating the same action until her tender, supple neck was slashed open almost completely, the back of her tongue sticking out from the man made opening.

You couldn’t help but watch as her eyes grew unfocused, draining of all fear and pain, along with her consciousness. Men and women alike had the same reactions when you killed them, and their was always something so captivating about a body losing their soul. Like a candle with a bright strong flame, lighting up a room until you blew it out, the smoke of their existence fading away.

“Mmm, this one just smells like it’s going to be so sweet! Well done!” Daniela congratulated after sniffing the air, giving you a small set of applause. You tore your attention away from the body, watching Daniela step over to release the girl from her shackles, allowing her limp head to fall while she quickly grabbed a bucket. Grabbing the girl by her hair, she leaned her over the bucket so her head could continue spewing blood inside, catching as much as she could before she were to put the body to hang.

“What did she steal?” You couldn’t help but ask, looking down at the bloody sickle in your grasp. Daniela almost didn’t hear your question, too occupied as she ran her fingers along the girl’s exposed fat and muscles, bringing them to her lips to have a taste of her blood.

“Hmm? Oh, silly me!” Daniela removed her fingers from her mouth, standing upright as she reached into her bodice, pulling out a small silver object she kept hidden inside.

“Does this look familiar?” She waved the object in front of you like you would a treat to a dog. The sight of it made your shoulders stiffen and your blood run cold.

It was the compass.

"Daniela," You began slowly, looking from the object towards her smiling face. Fuck! You knew you should've hid it!

"Where did you find that?"

"In your room silly! Found it while the maid was making your bed," She cackled, bringing her finger over to stroke the glass surface. "I kind of lied about the maid finding it to get you out of Mother's way, but we were running out of blood for the next batch anyway. Poor girl didn't go to waste after all."

You exhaled through your nose, feeling a fair amount of anger begin to rise in your chest. While you weren't exactly mad about killing the maid, being fooled by Daniela or not, it was the fact that she had the compass, knowing exactly where you got it from. Exactly who you got it from.

You didn't know what to say, Your mind completely blank of any possible excuse. Daniela was quick to pick up on your sudden shyness and lack of words rolling off your tongue.

"I wonder what Mother would say when I tell her about this," she cooed, seeing your eyes light up in fear. "When I tell her that her young, sweet and oh so innocent daughter had a dog in her bed the other night."

"No! Don't tell her-!"

She cut you off with a bright fit of giggles, the girl throwing her head back in a way that made you even more angry.

"Oh calm yourself, sweet thing! I wasn't going to tell her," She reached over, allowing the compass to fall into your quick responsive hand. "And I won't," She resumed, returning her fingers to her lips to suck off the remnants of blood.

You didn't know whether to be relieved or angry, even with what she just said. This was Daniela, your older sister who loved to joke and tease you for as long as you could remember. Was she being honest with you, or was she doing another one of her tricks?

"Is it just you who knows?" You asked, seeing the girl tilt her head before shaking it.

"Cassandra's aware, I think. Bela has no idea so far, and as for Mother, she has no clue. I think Cassandra just despises the idea of you with that beast, but she clearly hasn't done anything to stop you."

"And you?"

"Well, I mean, It's Heisenberg. If it was any guy from the village than it would be more romantic. The old man is as stubborn as a bull with no balls. Now that I think of it, are you fooling around with him cause he saved you before? Or has it gone farther than that?"

"Something like that," You replied while looking down at the compass, wiping away a streak of blood from the glass. It did start off as a fling, but now... what is it, exactly?

"What gave it away?' You voiced your concern, hearing her snort loudly at the question.

"You had this... glow about you when he saved you the first time, and the second. Then when he came to stay the night, a maid or two didn't exactly keep quiet." Daniela took her sickle from your hand and brought it to her lips, dragging her tongue along the surface. She giggled again, exhaling at the taste of sweet maiden's blood.

"And what kind of person would I be if I couldn't recognize the smell of man blood on your pretty lips."

Goddamnit. Of course the maids wouldn't keep their mouths shut. Gossip is practically the only form of entertainment they had here in this castle to keep them from being scared. As for the blood, well, that would kind of explain her prank.

"Look, I don't really like you messing around with that man," She stepped closer to you, using her sickle as a pointer stick towards your chest.

"But the idea of a disgusting beast falling apart by the hands of my sweet sister is just so... Ohh its just so exciting!" She giggled towards the end of her words, making a faint heat tickle your cheeks. Is she being serious right now?

"Promise you won't tell?" You hesitantly asked, feeling like you were a young teenager again when you asked that question.

"Of course!" The redhead extended her hand towards you, a firm hold on your hand. "By the way, if you come home smelling like this again, I won't hesitate to dump a bucket of blood on you to hide the stench." It was your turn to laugh, clutching onto her hand tighter.

"Its hard coming home anyway."

"You can try taking the back exits where they used to bring in supplies before it was cut off. The maids use that entrance, Mother doesn't dare come down here anyway,"

"Deal."

“Good, now go take a bath. You stink.” She purposefully crinkled her nose before laughing again, turning around to work on the maid's body.

It was a huge relief to know that you didn't have to hide your secret as much, and to at least have a bit of support from someone. You could only trust that it would stay that way for who knows how long.

Later on after a long bath and fresh change of clothes, you traveled around the castle in search of every single maid you could. You made every maid aware two things: If they stole from you, or put their noses in places that they shouldn't, their will be very dangerous consequences. You didn't tell them what kind of consequences, but their missing maid companion was proof enough that you were serious.

Before you went to bed the next night, Daniela was the one to bring you some fragrant herbal tea and lounge around in your bed for a good hour or so. She didn't prod too much personal questions, she went for more modest ones like 'How does he treat you' or 'What's he like? No, not like that, Is he gentler speaking with you? Does that dog actually behave?'

Oh boy, she was thriving off the idea of her little sister dominating such a grizzly beast monster like Heisenberg.

"Get me out of these damn things you bastard!!" You screamed out, knowing the man could hear you from wherever he was in the factory. Whether he was in the room quietly watching you, or in another room was left completely unknown to you.

The beast had heavy rusted cuffs on your wrists, binding them together with a chain keeping you attached towards the floor somewhere inside one of the factory's many rooms. You could lift your hands despite the heavy rusted steel enclosing them together, but to be stuck against the wall wasn't the best feeling. The chain was welded to the floor, allowing you enough room to sit up on your knees but not enough room to stand comfortably for long, resulting in you sitting on the ground. To add a topping to the dessert, He had the fucking audacity to blind you. You didn't know what it was, but the material was hot and scratchy, irritating your eyes.

The man himself walked into said room, the sound of his heavy boots scraping against concrete with each step. You didn't need to see his eyes to know he was annoyed by your constant yelling and screaming.

"Y'know, To think that tall ass bitch would teach any of her kids respect is a stupid joke."

"Like fuck you deserve any respect," You spat out, venom laced in your words. "Let me go!"

Heisenberg's head tilted, not taking too kindly to your tone. He extended two fingers outwards, the metal on your wrists trembling before they were forced back against the wall, taking your form with it. Your hands were stuck raised above your head a couple of inches, acting more like prison shackles with your back plastered to the wall.

He treaded closer like a predator towards their trapped prey, crouching down slowly. "I can give you one last chance to ask me nicely, and I may just consider being gentle."

"Fuck. You."

He started chuckling, shaking his head as he stood back up slowly. "Technically, its not me that's gonna get fucked. I like your enthusiasm."

You widened your eyes in realization, starting to move your hands against the cuffs in a weak attempt to get free. The sight only made him more amused, laughing at you as he set down a sort of metal object on the floor beside you.

"That big sister of mine did a weak ass job in teachin' you some manners," He tugged off his coat and set it aside, rolling up his beige shirt sleeves before bringing his hands towards his belt.

You turned your head away, exhaling hard as your heightened hearing could pick it up, your heart pounded in your chest. Your fingers tried to slip through the shackles, pulling against them as if it was making sort of progress in your attempt to break free.

"That's not happenin' sweetheart," He commented, bringing his hand towards your cheek, harshly shoving your face back straight forward. “It’s not every day I get the chance to get back at my sister, I’d be a fool to waste this opportunity.”

“Let go of me!!” You raised your legs to kick at his, wherever they were, seeming to work for a moment as his hand left your face. “Don’t fucking touch me again or I’ll rip your goddamn head off!!”

His hand returned to your throat, his broad thumb and pointer finger squeezing against the sides of your neck hard, making you stiffen from the tight sensation. The material of his glove constricted against your skin, slightly being able to feel your heartbeat right in his palm.

"If you wanna be set free and run back to that castle, then you'll show me what that mouth is good for." He pushed hard against your bottom jaw, forcing your head to tilt up towards him. "If you even think about biting I'll let the lycans have some fun with you, now get to it." He let go of your head, your skin stinging from his almost bruising grip.

Heisenberg stepped closer towards you, His awaiting cock inches away from your lips, hard and needy for any sort of attention. "Open wide girl."

Fuck this, you thought. This man wasn't gonna let you go until you did what he asked. You tried to lean your head away, but it only pressed up against the wall behind you, leaving you no choice but to do what you were told. You inhaled slowly, bringing your lips closer until they touched the warm tip, opening them slowly.

Heisenberg slid himself in, letting out a faint groan as your warm tongue brushed against the underside of him. You were hesitant in sucking on him, trembling a little as you moved your head slowly, taking him in and out of your mouth. His hand found a spot on top of your head, moving his hips slowly as he guided his cock in and out of your mouth at a reasonable pace. You closed your eyes, hating that this was bringing a warm sensation in between your legs.

His pace started to quicken a little, thrusting more into your mouth with an occasional grunt or two. He pushed back into your throat without any form of warning, forcing you to choke out a series of loud, dirty wet noises that echoed throughout the room. He pulled out seconds later, leaving you gasping for air.

It was barely enough time to settle your breathing before he slid in again, keeping a harder grip on your head as he shoved his cock down your throat. He repeated these actions, getting off on the sounds of your gags as more saliva spewed from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and rolling down your neck. The way you’d harshly breathe through your nose before he shoved his cock back in, he swore it was only making him harder.

He released you again, this time giving you more than enough seconds to catch your breath, coughing as you felt the mess sink into the fabric of your black dress. Heisenberg kneeled down again in front of you, taking hold of your wet chin with a more gentle hold.

“God you’re gorgeous,” He commented. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, to take that bitch’s innocent daughter and turn her into a sobbing, shaky mess.”

“Good luck with that,” You muttered, practically feeling a broad grin forming on his face, his tongue running along his sharp fangs as even more lustful ideas came to mind.

“That’s a challenge I can initiate, let’s see how long you’ll last before you start to beg.” You moved your head away again, but he caught it back in his grip as he pulled you in for a sharp kiss, forcing his tongue past your lips. You let out a faint whine of discomfort, pulling more on the shackles that wouldn’t budge. You lifted your legs up again, the bottom of your boots scraping against the ground in your struggling.

Heisenberg saw this as another silly attempt at getting out of the shackles, making him grunt in the kiss as he brought his hand up to still your arms.

“Mmm!” You tried breaking from the kiss, making your face wince when his arm kept pressing harder. “F-fuck! Stop, that hurts!”

“It hurts huh?” He looked over towards your shackles, seeing your arms lightly start to tremble in the soreness. He pondered for a little bit before he clicked his tongue and flicked his wrist, the metal shackles releasing from the wall and falling down into your lap. You exhaled lightly, feeling the cooling relief momentarily flood through your muscles.

“Better?” He asked.

“More than better,” You responded, quickly maneuvering your shackles to blindly swing at him, striking him against the lower side of his jaw.

He was momentarily stunted, not expecting a move like this to come from you. It was an absolute surprise, the man blinking as he processed what just happened. The pain was momentary, the man huffing in amusement as he rocked his own jaw slowly.

“Not bad, definitely a lot harder than the first time,” He stated, looking back to you. The metal began to vibrate on your wrists, forcing your shackles towards the wall again, twisting your body awkwardly towards the left. His hands clutched your hips, forcing you to face the wall where your hands were bound. They eagerly ran down the curves of your body before he pulled up your skirts, exposing your lower half to the chilly air in the room. His hand stroked the sides of your hips more slow, squeezing a handful of your ass before making quick work of disposing your underwear.

Smack! You gasped when his hand harshly spanked your side. He did so at least three more times, the stinging quickly forcing you to bite down on your bottom lip, preventing any whines from leaving your lips.

"Did it feel good to hit me?" He asked, squeezing the tender, stinging flesh. "Must've felt good, right? Hitting a 'dirty dog' like me?"

"I'll fucking do it again if you don't let me go!"

"Hmm, You're so cute when you're angry, you know that right? You get all bratty an' make so many empty promises."

"You mother-!" Your voice cut off when a cool surface pressed against your thigh, the sharp tip running lightly along your skin. He saw your spine stiffen, smirking big as a he could make out a look of heavy concern written on your face. Wait, he didn't say anything about-

"Now's the time you should start shutting the fuck up," A newfound fear washed over your form, distracting you as his leather clad finger ran along the lips of your pussy, gathering your slick and rubbing the outside of your hole in a teasing motion, purposefully avoiding your nub.

The sensation of those rough gloves made you shiver, the scratchy material making your hips move away from his grip. "Stop, don't-"

"Don't touch you? That's hard not to do, you're so soft and wet! And for what reason I wonder? Is that bitch's daughter such a slut for choking on my dick?" He pondered while teasing you with his fingers, one of them slowly slipping inside. The thick, coarse material of his glove had you feeling a faint stinging sensation, forcing you to clench on him without meaning to. Just the fact that you did made you blush at your screw up.

"Stop touching me you fucking dog!" You growled out, feeling his finger leave you automatically. His hand cupped your mouth, pulling your head back as he pressed you against chest, the sharp edge of his knife meeting the damp skin at the front of your neck.

"Dog huh?" He snarled in your ear, "Well now, If you think that I'm such a dog I'll start fucking you like one."

The polished steel slid down your back, slicing through the material of your dress, your front growing exposed to the quickly warming air. His cock forced itself through your walls without any form of warning, accompanied by the wetness that followed his words. You stifled a groan in his hand, all while he practically moaned against the shell of your ear from you stretching around him, taking him in so well.

His arm wrapped around your stomach, holding you close as he started fucking you with a fast pace. Your held back whines were momentarily muffled in his hand before he removed it, bringing it towards the back of your neck to keep your head towards the wall. Your body was starting to betray you, clenching around his cock more as the wet sounds increased. You tried covering your own mouth, not wanting to grant this man the satisfaction that he was making you feel good.

The shackles grew more weighted, rattling against your skin while growing heavier and heavier, the metal scratching against the wall as it was pulled downwards, taking you with it. The shackles weighed you down to the floor, Heisenberg's hand reached over to push your head down, fingers tangling into your hair with your cheek plastered against the dirty floor.

He didn't let up in his pace, going even harder and rougher at this new delicious angle. His cock hit straight against your sweet spot repeatedly, causing your back to arch as a broken series of moans left your lips, breaking away from the unwilling façade you set up.

"That's it, let those pretty sounds out sweetheart." He ushered you more, feeling the way you gripped his cock harder with his pace. You tried biting your lip, tried holding back from your mouth opening but nothing would work, your mouth almost permanently kept open from each sound that left.

"Fuck, you're so good," Heisenberg groaned, slapping his hips harder as his grip on your side was almost bruising. "Can't wait to hear those sweet begs next."

You almost forgot about the scenario, right when you were beginning to feel the rise of your peak drawing closer. Heisenberg didn't even need to hear it in your voice to feel the way your cunt gripped him harder, feeling your hips almost tremble underneath his grip. You tried to quiet yourself again, but that did little to nothing.

The bastard could tell the signs, pulling out before you were moments away from reaching release. He leaned down and spread your flower open with his hands, marveling at the sight of your hole clenching over nothing. This made a whine angrily leave you, feeling yourself throbbing for something that was no longer there and a rejected release.

His hot tongue swiped along your opening, rumbling at the taste of your sweetness. The sensation made you whimper a bit more, your fingers securing around the chain attached to the ground to give you something to hold onto. He dove more into your pussy, using two of his thick fingers to draw out more of your juices for his tongue to gather. Your slick would’ve trickled down your thighs and to the ground if he hadn’t lapped up every drop with his tongue.

“Fuck, I might just keep you here,” He muttered, using his thumb to deliver harsh circles against your clit. “Lock you up and eat you forever. A perfect hole like this shut up in that damn castle is goin' to waste all alone.”

You hated this even more, you told yourself in your head. The idea of Heisenberg locking you here in this disgusting room and abusing you for his own pleasures was sick. It was sick, you had to tell yourself, but the feel of his tongue and his fingers had your back curling and your hips rolling, returning to you the deep, rich pleasure that started developing again into a second hopeful release.

He was more merciful this time, keeping his mouth attached to your pussy as the heat in your core grew quicker. He delve his fingers in you a lot faster, the thick leather of his gloves brushing against your sweet spot roughly.

“Mmm!” The whines didn’t stop leaving you, pulling on the chain tighter as your body felt hotter and hotter.

Then, he stopped all stimulations. His tongue left you, as well as his fingers. Once again, you were left on the tip of the edge, only to be stilled and yanked away from the pleasure. A louder groan left you, beyond irritated with this man who was practically staring at you with a shit eating grin.

“Just look at you, you’re too pretty not to ruin,” He cooed, running his hand along your soft skin as you quivered with a rage of emotions, wishing you could see him so you could glare daggers at the man.

“Mm, f-fuck,” You panted, exhaling hard through your nose.

“You got something to say, kitten?”

You nodded slowly, feeling defeated at the thoughts that went through your head. The edging was growing too much for you to bare, your muscles straining from how close you’ve been, only to be denied again.

“Please,” You began, biting your bottom lip a little as you struggled to get out what you needed to say.

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“Pleaaase,” You repeated out in a whine, “Please, fuck me. I can’t- I want to come. I need to-“

“You want me to make you come? You want to fall apart on my cock like a good little bitch?”

“God, yes!” You whined out more, feeling his actual fingers lightly brush against your clit in a teasing manner. He removed his glove, groaning at just how drenched you were. He could slide his fingers in so easily, your cunt clenching around his fingers greatly inviting them in.

“Such a good little whore,” He held onto your hip with one hand, finger fucking you at a fast pace. Your loud moans reached his ears, making him move them even faster to get your release to come faster.

And it was working, your hips practically fucking his hand as your orgasm reached at its peak once more. Heisenberg removed his fingers, quickly sucking off what he could before reaching over to grab your shoulder, lifting you from the floor to clutch you against his chest.

His cock slid back inside, giving a few hard thrusts to encourage you to finish. You fell apart instantly, crying out as your orgasm crashing into your nerves and setting your body on fire. Heisenberg nestled his head into the crook of your head and shoulder, growling at the sensation of your walls clenching him so wonderfully, coating his length completely with your sweetness. He slowed his movements a little, allowing your hips to rock as he whispered groans of encouragement in your ear, telling you just how good you felt squeezing around his cock.

He almost wished he had a mirror in front of you at this very moment. He knew he forgot something when he thought of this.

Regardless, his pounds didn’t cease. One hand held you secured to him while his fingers found your clit, rubbing quickly before you even had a chance at attempting to recover. He quickened considerably, his grunts muffled into the skin on your neck, his facial hair coarse and irritating on you.

He forced another orgasm from your body, your cries quickly becoming croaked, broken moans. Like Hell Heisenberg was gonna stop now, refusing the idea of his cock leaving your swollen folds where it belonged, where he belonged. “You’re so fucking good, my tight little whore. Takin' me in so goddamn good, letting me ruin you. Lettin' me use you like my own personal fuck toy, but you love it don’t you?”

You couldn’t get yourself to speak at the moment, your mind too broken down by blinding pleasure as your nerves grew more and more fried. It was a harsh slap against your tender ass that brought you back to reality, forcing a loud yelp from your mouth.

“Am I fuckin' you dumb and senseless?! Speak up! Tell me how much you love it!”

“I love it!” You croaked out a cry, bringing your head back as your face bloomed with pure heat from heavy ripples of arousal. “Fuuck, I love it so much!”

He chuckled against your skin, his nose feeling how rapidly your heart beat through your neck. He was so tempted to bite down on your luscious skin and taste your sweet blood, his tongue unable to help himself as he licked a couple beads of sweat from the surface of your shoulder. Despite all the arousal that flooded through his mind and his cock, he at least had some sense to know where exactly he could sink his teeth in.

He did just that, baring down on the outer junction of your shoulder, just where your dress sleeve would cover it. Your blood flooded around his lips and stained his teeth, all while the pain was surging through your nerves, melting together with the pleasure that had you screaming out nonetheless. He stopped his thrusts, breathing heavily as he sucked on your wound as if he was a vampire himself.

Your legs trembled from the overstimulation, every inch of your skin riddled with goosebumps while your muscles trembled like jelly. The shackles caused your arms to feel intensely heavy, your vision would've blurred and your legs would've given out if he didn't hold onto you.

Hs mouth detached off you, licking his stained teeth while bringing you to lay on your back. The absence of his cock left you feeling hollow as your back hit the cold floor, muscles quaking from the sensation overload occurring in your body. You felt him loom over your form, caging you in as his hands found your hips, lifting them up towards his. He rocked his cock against your folds, feeling you shiver and whine from the contact.

“I can just imagine the look on your mother’s face when she finds out her little girl’s an absolute whore." He didn't enter you just yet, leaning close to clutch your jaw with a bruising grip. You bit your bottom lip, smelling a hint of blood on his breath as a sharp object was pressed up towards the center of your throat. "When you go back you'll be so full of my seed, they’re not gonna wanna touch your blood after I’m done with you.”

He yanked on the rest of your dress, the material bunched up against the shackles of your trembling hands, fighting the urge to touch him as your fingers grazed along his shirt. He quickly made it known that he took off his own shirt.

The tip of the blade he brandished again ran down the valley between your breasts, your chest rising as it lingered along your pubic bone. He brought it back up wards, slowly pushing just the tiniest amount against your right breast, making you hiss lightly. Heisenberg put just the tiniest cut near your nipple, sliding his cock back inside to watch you gasp, clenching around him as your body focused more on the pure pleasure rather than the faint sting of pain. He leaned down and licked the faint bead of blood that formed, suckling on your breast while rocking into you ever so slowly.

His hot tongue felt so soothing against your skin like a warming balm, making you almost forget that he cut one of the most sensitive areas on your skin. He continued sucking while rocking his hips, moaning against your skin as your inviting walls continued to receive him. He bit down on your hard nipple, amused by your faint squeak in response.

“Your body’s mine," He murmured, letting go of your breast to lift his attention back towards your blinded face, "And only mine, got it?”

"Yes," You nodded, nodding your head immediately.

"Say my name," He ordered as he stopped moving, the sharp blade finding its way to push against your throat, making you swallow thickly.

You said his last name in what he felt was a weak tone, hearing the blade clink to the floor beside your head. A somewhat harsh slap struck your cheek, making you gasp louder than you intended. This man... this man was really testing boundaries.

"All of it!!" He shouted, leaving you to wonder if he was staring at you with those gorgeous glowing eyes.

"K-Karl Heisenberg!!" You cried out more, your voice cracking towards the end of your sentence.

"That's it, that's a good little kitten," Heisenberg muttered, his hand securing itself on your throat while the other grabbed ahold of your shackles, moving your body to fuck you onto his dick. The pace was quickly growing brutal, feeling your sore insides erupting to life as another orgasm threatened to erupt.

Without the blindfold, he would've been able to see the tears that poured out from your eyes from the overwhelming pleasurable sensations. Instead, they soaked into the cloth that kept you in the dark. He shifted his grip from your neck towards your leg, lifting it up to rest over his broad shoulder.

"Fuuuuck!!" You screamed out as his pace continued to get brutal, the angle his cock hit inside growing too much to bare. Your fingers scratched against his wrist along your shackles, almost being able to draw blood.

"You wanna come again?" He panted, seeing you quickly nod your head like an obedient little pup. "Is it getting too much for my little kitten? Tell me!"

"I wanna come! Please!" Your voice was rough and broken, your mind long lost of any other thoughts other than Heisenberg, your body falling apart from absolute euphoria and agony.

"I’ll stuff so much of my cum in all of your pretty little holes, taint your perfect body with everything I have. Is that what you want sweetheart?"

You could only nod.

"That's my good girl. My little slut, show me you mean it."

Barely seconds after he said so, you reached your third and most intense orgasm yet. You cried out, screaming a bit even as you threw your head back against the cement floor, clenching so hard around his cock so tight it made the man groan in compliance with your sounds. It was like your pussy was trying to keep him stilled and unmoving, but he continued to fuck your body until he reached his own release.

His head lowered down towards you, fingers gripping your chin to kiss you. You tasted your blood and whiskey on his tongue, unable to help yourself as you kissed him back, shattered whimpers leaving your mouth into his.

He tore away from the kiss, loudly cursing as he came inside. The hot sensation inside made your body spasm, your hips and legs quaking from exhaustion and overstimulation. Heisenberg's hips staggered, slowing himself until he came to a slow stop, keeping himself buried deep inside you as possible. His chest rumbled heavily against yours, a dark primal growl leaving through his bared teeth as his face lingered close to your bitten shoulder.

Both of you were a panting, sweaty mess. You felt like you couldn't lift any part of your body if you tried, your shackled hands resting limp over your stomach.

The blindfold came free from your eyes, revealing your vision to the handsome man discarding the cloth to the side. You squinted a little, meeting the gaze of Karl as he stared down at you, his hair speckled chest heaving with a fair amount of sweat over his brow, rolling down his neck.

A proud smile started growing on his face, letting out a breathless laugh as his two fingers lifted your chin, seeing your own tired smile begin to form.

"Not once did I hear the safe word, I'm impressed. You're tougher than I thought." He mused, seeing you huff while you shook your head slowly.

"I was worried that I wasn't gonna be the best actress," You admitted while watching him run his hand through his sweaty locks of disheveled hair, chuckling as he brought his attention over towards your shackles.

"You were perfect."

The pieces of metal began to break apart without him laying a single finger on them, bits and pieces rolling off your stomach to clink and rattle on the ground. You lifted your arms a little, feeling your muscles shaking lightly from your exhausted nerves.

Karl brought his hands to your thighs, lowering them into a more relaxed position after he pulled himself out. The man licked his lips, watching as your hole started to secrete an opaque liquid, his evidence of his words lingering in your head as you felt the warm liquid drip down slowly from your hole.

Your faint hiss tore his gaze away, seeing you slightly glance over towards your shoulder. It had stopped bleeding due to all your blood flow from your intense arousal, now all that lingered were red beads crowning the wounds, turning dark red after oxidizing.

"I didn't hit you too hard, did I?" You asked him out of pure concern, but exactly sure when he told you to 'attempt' to fight back.

"What, this little bug bite you did? Oh no, I've clearly had worse (Y/n), you barely dented me." Karl leaned over to run his tongue over your bite wound, lapping up the blood in a peculiar attempt to soothe the wound, kissing the skin around it seconds after.

Your weak arms raised when you brought your hands behind his back, fingers lightly running along his skin. You would find a pale groove of an old scar and allow your fingers to trace the line, closing your eyes as Karl couldn't help but trail a line of kisses up your neck, the rough skin of his lips and prickly sensation of his facial hair brushing against a spot on your neck that made you hum, fueling the embers of your abused core.

"Is it over?"

A heavy chuckle left him, the vibrations tickling your neck lightly.

"What, you think I'm done with you already?"

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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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@stararch4ngell4dy this whole fandom in a nutshell

So I'm a little stuck ...

I don't know how to start the heisnedad fic, and I wanted some of your opinions. I was going to start it with the readers mother somehow escapes right after she finds out she's pregnant and she either raises her on her own or gets help from umbrella. Or have the mother die from birth and Karl has to raise reader on his own.

I figured it could be no romance, or if she was with umbrella she would have a slight romance with Chris, or if she was raised by Karl, she would have a romance with one of Alcina' daughters or with Donna.

Either way, momma' dead and reader ends up in the village looking for her father, knowing exactly who he is.

And if anyone wants to throw out some character names, I wanted some Romanian kind of names. I already have a name for the mother, I just don't know what to name the reader.

Honey Coated Handles (18+)

Heisenberg x reader smut

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

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

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

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

Who was laughing? The tone was almost sounded familiar.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Woke up cold.”

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

“What were you thinking about?”

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

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

You tilted your head in question.

“My situation?”

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

Oh boy. This again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What hurt was that he was right.

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

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

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

“Get out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s two in the afternoon!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shook your head slowly.

“Be honest.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Literally she's the best guys 🥰💜

Hey guys! It's @lillywritesjoelmiller and to those who don't know me, I write game, tv show, movie fanfics and I love writing them because writing is my life. I will be republishing every fic I had written in case you didn't read them yet. Thanks in advance for supporting me and a big shout out to @littlebitchsposts ! My big supporter 😍💜

I WRITE FOR;

- The Last Of Us part 1 & part 2

- Stranger Things

~ Mike, Eleven, Will, Joyce, Jim , Dustin , Lucas , Max , Erica, Billy , Murray , Argyle , Jonathan , Nancy , Henry , Steve, Robin , Eddie , Jason.

- The Walking Dead ( both game and show )

- Life Is Strange

- Detroit Become Human

- Uncharted

- Resident Evil 7 & Village

- Emma ( 2020 version )

if you write for him, could i get a Lucas Baker x gn reader? Maybe reader saves him from getting shot in the cave with the promise that they can keep an eye on him and sorta domestic fluffy shenanigans ensue? ignore if you want, have a good day :]

Hey! So sorry for responding late. The thing is I write for Re7 and Re8 but I don't exactly remember the Re7 plot so I should replay/rewatch it and add this one to my drafts 💜 I won't ignore this, I promise 💫 Thank u so much for your request 🤗

Hey! I'm also taking requests for RE7 and RE8 and also for Leon Kennedy. If you have any , don't be shy and bring 'em. It will be much appreciated 💫

lilsssssss can you pretty please write something for Heisenberg? I saw him on your tags and omfg I am in love with that man, maybe some fluff? ty 🖤

YES YES YESS BABYY!! Thank you for requesting , I was waiting for this!! 🥵🤤💜

Hi! Can I ask you about Alcina Dimitrescu x reader smut? Like angry sex after fight? Or jealous Alcina?)

Uuuuu I really would like to write jealous Alcina that ends in smut 🤤🥵 Thank you for the request 💜💫

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