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♰ dyin' for a taste ༻ C. HOWARD.*ೃ˚

➻ masterlist. ➻ buy me a coffee!

CW ➻ unprotected sex ⋆ rough sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ knife kink ⋆ cutting ⋆ blood kink ⋆ blood consumption ⋆ slight overstimulation ⋆ Cooper might wanna eat you whole ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

SUMMARY ➻ you two stay in a hotelroom to get some good shut eye, but instead you find yourselves finally working through the heavy tension the only way you know how to. WC ➻ 1K~.

"oh fuck-" you moaned, eyes rolling back as he plowed into you relentlessly. the cold metal of the sharp knife pressed to your throat and the cold counter you were seated on only adding to the pleasure somehow.

you tilted your head up a little, almost subconsciously trying to get away from the knife— despite knowing he wouldn't harm you with it. he wouldn't, would he?

the way his half lidded eyes are fixed on the knife against your throat, you weren't entirely sure. but the way his cock was slamming into you blurred any fear you had— you felt like you could die fine like this, with his cock bullying your insides, and a rough hand holding your waist bruisingly.

"come on darl'," he rasped against your ear. "bet your blood tastes as sweet as your lips." he grins sickly, his yellow teeth on full display.

his voice almost makes you want to give in— lean into the knife as he slits your throat, fucking you into hell as he laps at the fountain of blood— the way he's fucking you almost has you dreaming for it to happen.

your back arches as his aching head brushes against your cervix, throat pressing ever more into the knife. a whimper leaves your lips as you feel the knife ever so slightly slice your skin. blood almost immediately starts to slowly drip down, his eyes practically lighting up at the sight.

"would you look at that, want me to taste you that bad sweetheart?" he groans, his pace faltering slightly.

you whimpered, clenching around him erratically— you didn't want to be this turned on, but my god did you want to give him anything he'd ask for.

you nodded, the knife only digging into the small wound more, more blood dripping from it and dripping onto your breasts. he has never seen a more beautiful sight than that.

he groans, eyes still glued to the wound, reluctantly pulling the bloodied knife from your throat, dropping it beside you as his now free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in closer by it. you let out a high pitched moan as his pace slows down and gets deeper.

you're almost embarrassed by the sound that escapes you when his radiation thinned lips attached to your chest, sucking up the the spilled blood. you're almost even more embarrassed of how much the moan he lets out turns you on— the sound so pleasured, as if he's just tasted the best thing in existence.

"if only you could taste yourself darl', sweet 'n rich. you might be my new favourite flavour." he moans against your chest, tongue lapping up the small stream of blood all the way up your throat until he reaches the source.

you didn't even see your climax coming until it hit you— the sensation of his cock rearranging your guts and his almost none existent lips painfully sucking on the wound like his life depends on it have you crashing over the edge so violently you almost see stars.

"that's it darlin', mm that's it." he coaxes in a groan, hips stuttering from the way you're pulsing around him.

he's not far behind— the way your walls are suffocating him and the way your blood drips down his throat has him fucking into you in a frenzied state. hip bones thudding into yours in a dull, almost pleasurable pain.

"i wish i could taste you all day, suffocate in your sickly sweet taste, drown in it." he rasped against your throat, his voice strained as he plows into you.

"please Cooper," you cry, thighs trembling and your head feeling light headed. "please please please," you didn't even know what you were pleading for at this point— your head swimming with pleasure and overstimulation as tears rolled down your cheeks and joined the blood on your chest.

"aw, look at my darlin' cryin' so sweetly for me," he groaned, thin bloody lips kissing the tears away— leaving bloody lip stains across your skin. if only you could see yourself like this— bloody lips all over your cheeks like a sick painting.

his hips stuttered and you knew he was close. your fingers digging into his scarred biceps as he his pace sped up, pathetic whimpers and cries leaving you as you shook against him— clinging on to him.

"gonna fill you up, fuck i might suck you dry while i'm at it my sweet sugar." he lapped at your throat, his hips stuttering before they come to a halt— slamming into you for the final time as he cums.

his thin lips wrapped around the wound as he paints your walls white with his cum, slowly fucking it into you as he laps up the blood around his lips as he savors it.

he pulls away from your throat and you fall over into his arms, head laying on his shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. he holds you against him, savouring the blood on his teeth as he breathes in and out deeply.

the hotelroom is almost entirely silent besides the sound of heavy breathing, you've collapsed almost entirely against him, panting and fighting the slight lightheaded feeling.

after some time he pulls you off him, holding your face. "darlin'?" he asks, angling your face to look at him. "we doin' okay?" you blinked slowly, sluggishly nodding. he leans in, pressing his mouth to yours. you tiredly moan at the coppery taste invading your senses as his tongue swirls around yours.

he pulls away, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" you nod, your head swimming as you're trying to focus on him.

he snakes an arm around your waist, the other resting under your ass when he picks you up— walking over to wnat looked like a bathroom with some rags for towels still hanging around, your blood smearing across his thickly scarred chest in a way he hopes to never forget.

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#RUNNING AROUND IN CIRCLESSSS #why am i so stupid for this man…….what is the matter with me…..#it has to be the accent #or something….#୧ ‧₊˚ 🎐 ⋅ founded treasure

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sirenscriptures · 2 days

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the hunt — k. heisenberg

✦ synopsis: it seems as though your regular strolls outside of your village has attracted a particular man to be interested in you. despite many warnings from fellow villagers to not wander far off, you never truly listen. this causes your meetings to be much more frequent, only making him desire you more. there comes a point where these frequent encounters turn into a “game”. as you have not much else going on back home, you figure, why not? it could be fun, right?

✮ warnings/notes: fem ! reader. villager ! reader. age gap (reader is in her 20s and karl is in his 40s) predator/prey dynamics. chasing. possessive, feral karl. thigh riding. dubious consent. oral (f. receiving) fear play. groping. pussy worship. outdoor sex. scent kink. use of pet names.

it felt as though all you ever did your whole life was run.

the sound of your rapid heartbeat drowned out the shrill screeching of the birds in the towering trees that surrounded you. the barely visible, dreary sky above you was framed with their decrepit branches that loomed overhead.

while in the past you’d usually find comfort in the quiet, empty forest just outside of your village, this was much different. in the space where you’d often find yourself taking a gentle stroll to clear your mind and to envelop yourself in a deep solitude that you weren’t always guaranteed, your footsteps were now scurrying across what you thought was your usual trail, chest burning with heavy breaths and a blooming mix of dread and excitement.

you didn’t even need to look behind to know he was gaining on you. even with the snow making your bounding footsteps sound softer, you knew he would find you. it didn’t matter how well you thought you could hide, either. one way or another, karl always found you when hosting this little game.

though, there was a fear present that would make both your mind and heart race when he was after you; the feeling that clouded almost all rationality within your actions. the feeling that made you stumble more than usual, and take the wrong turns, practically blurring your vision, causing every clearing to look the exact same as the one you’d just exited.

but even still, there was always the rippling, bubbling feeling of elation that followed. it lurked behind your fear, dancing with it while pushing you to have physical sensations throughout your body. even as you ran deeper into the forest, you could feel your blood rushing. the sound of your breath would shudder and crack, not even due to the cold. you could especially feel the warmth that arose in between your thighs at the thought of him catching you.

eventually, you had to force yourself to stop, practically wheezing out puffs of white smoke attempting to slow your heartbeat. you surveyed your surroundings, only to realize that you weren’t anywhere near the village now.

you took a deep breath, trying to consider a way to get out without panicking. your vision was still slightly hazy and you couldn’t fully recognize your own surroundings now.

“oh [name]?” his voice practically sung out from behind you. he was still at a slight distance, but close enough to where you could hear his heavy footsteps lurking nearby.

you flinched, frantically looking around for some sort of new turn, path, hiding place, something. the snowy clearing you were in only seemed to offer a few clusters of large trees, trunks thick enough to hide you even just for a few moments.

as you heard his muted footsteps approaching even closer, you hastened behind one of the trees, frigidly attempting to shrink yourself against the rough bark. though your chest was begging you for air, you forced your breath to quiet, barely letting out a sound.

the sound of his distant footsteps didn’t take long to enter the clearing you were in, a faint sound of metal jingling colliding with the pace of his steps. you could hear him faintly humming to himself as he abruptly stopped in his tracks. being able to hear everything from his slight chuckles to his rough, muted breaths made your heartbeat quicken again; fingers anxiously fidgeting with the fabric of your long skirt.

you couldn’t see it from where you stood, but karl was carefully surveying the surroundings, inches away from you. he knew you weren’t aware of how close he actually was to you, and that was the fun part.

he loved the power he had over you. the power to make your mind so blurred with fear that you’d lose all rational thinking. the power to make you so desperate that all you could think of was to pitifully hide behind a hunk of bark, internally casting terror-frozen prayers that he wouldn’t find you. yet, you always seemed to lose at this game…

“you know,” his voice sounded from behind you, causing you to clasp a hand over your mouth.

he shifted closer to you, quieting his footsteps even more. “i’ve always admired your scent.”

you could hear the cocky smirk oozing from his remark, the warm sensation in between your legs causing you to squeeze your thighs together.

“i don’t think you realize that i can pick up on more than your little village family.” his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth, nearly causing you to flinch.

“which means i can sense more about you physically than a regular human.” he inhales slightly, your aroma filling his chest with a familiar feeling. “i guess that’s one of the good things that mother gave me, huh?”

his steps grow closer, close enough to where he nearly grazes the back of the tree with his hand. you swear he can hear your own heartbeat by now with how rapidly it thumps against your chest. you squeezed your eyes closed, choking back a whimper as you took another shaky, deep breath.

“but you, little lady…” he purrs, breath warm on the back of your neck. “you’re all i want.”

in a panic, you tried dashing forward, only to be pulled backward by your arm. he swiveled you around, one of his hands pressed against your back, drawing you closer to him.

looking into his eyes, you could see the mixture of sadism and ferality burning within them. you could smell the faint stain of cigarette smoke and motor oil on his clothes, even with how numb your nose was from the cold.

your squirming in response to his firm grasp only made your position worse, as it took him no effort to time to have you fully pinned up against the trunk, towering over you.

“now, now…” he scolded, admiring how futile your attempts to escape were.

“i don’t know why you bother struggling. you know i never let you get away.” he chuckled, fitting your chin into the palm of his hand, forcing you to look up at him through glassy eyes.

you can barely let another sound escape you as karl crashes his lips against yours. the bristle of his beard scratches against you as you moan against his lips. you can feel his entire body pushing against you as his hands greedily roam and grope your body. his chest rumbles as he lets out a deep growl, hands squeezing your ass so tight, you swear the fabric could break at any moment. the warmth between your thighs feels scorching now with your wetness pooling inside of your panties.

one of his hands nestles in your hair as he pulls away, tugging your head back to expose your neck. his warm lips nip and suck your chilled skin, his other hand still massaging your ass.

your head is still a blur as he trails down to your breasts, leaving deep marks all over your skin with his bites. you’re so blinded by pleasure you don’t even notice the way he pushes his thigh in between your legs, hiking up your skirt with a single hand.

karl smirks as he pins your other hand above your head, marveling at the feeling of your drenched cunt on top of his thigh. even through both of your fabrics, he could feel just how warm and wet you’d become.

“poor baby…” he sighs against your skin, a calloused thumb massaging your wrist as his other hand unravels your blouse.

“you’ve been drenched this whole time, haven’t you?”

you can only respond with a meek nod, heat stinging your eyes and face as you lock eyes with him.

he lets out a low hum of pity, laying a kiss on your forehead before dropping your blouse and bra to the ground. you can see a spark in his gaze as he marvels at your naked frame, admiring how your chest heaves with trembling breaths; your eyes filled with an anxious desperation.

“ride it.” he commands gruffly, still locking your hands above your head.

you start moving your hips, feeling the slick fluids rubbing through your underwear, some of it even spilling out slightly.

with your back arching, you can’t contain your aching moans as you grind on his stiff quad, the fluids leaving a damp stain on his pants.

karl can feel his limits being tested. this whole time you were driving him even further into his uncontrollable ferocity, and he was slowly submitting to it, minute by minute.

“shit, babydoll.” he growls, hand grasping at your throat. “you’re already making a fuckin’ mess on me.”

your breath hitches slightly as he pulls his thigh down, letting your feet land back on the frosted ground once more. looking up, you can see his golden eyes ablaze with desire, before he’s completely on his knees before you.

admittedly, you were taken aback at the initial gesture, for you never considered the man to be a submissive of service type. but then again, you hadn’t even fully discovered the depths of karl heisenberg just yet.

his hands pull off your skirt and panties, the sight of your fluids glistening and staining your inner thighs fueling the fire inside his stomach. you can hardly stand at this point as his large hands clasp over your hips, hovering you over his mouth.

in this moment, you couldn’t help but feel like the helpless lamb staring her main predator right in the face. cornered in, trapped, ready to be completely devoured.

“i need to taste you.” he mutters partially to himself, swiping a finger gently over your lips, licking the remnants off.

you can hear him let out an aroused grunt, pulling your soaked cunt closer to his lips. a loud gasp escapes you as his tongue and lips slither in between your folds, gently beginning to suck at your swollen clit.

even with his face buried in between your thighs, you can hear and feel the vibrating growls of depravity and pleasure beginning to erupt from him. it was so apparent now that he was losing his grip. you didn’t realize at first just how much you were driving him insane.

“karl, please…” your voice cracks, the burning of tears stinging your eyes.

looking down, you can see your thighs trembling. you see how his fingers dig into your hips, promising to leave marks later. his mouth hungrily laps at your pussy, his gaze fixated on your gradually shattering figure above him.

the moment he pulls away, a string of drool trailing in between his lips, you can feel that burning sensation start to ebb, until he pulls you back into a kiss, a single hand encasing your throat. every second he kisses you, he makes sure you can taste yourself on his lips; frequently pushing his tongue against your own.

pulling back, he took a few moments to admire you. he could see your body start to tremble from the absence of his touch, causing you to squirm restlessly in his grasp. it wasn’t until now that he glimpsed the large bulge fully formed in his pants. he certainly felt it, for this whole time getting to touch you provided an exhilarating rush of blood in multiple ways.

he brings your face closer to his, gazing intently into your tear-streaked eyes.

“tell me what you want.”

you swallowed, hoping to clear your throat of the knot that had formed. it felt just like before; the fear that captivated your entire body, feeling as though your feet were cemented into the ground, unable to move.

yet, you breathe out shakily without much more hesitation, “i want you to fuck me.”

a teasing yet satisfied spreads across his lips at your request. his bare hands run up your sides, sending a shiver down your back.

karl wastes no time unbuckling his belt, letting his large, throbbing cock free from the fabric. you felt yourself growing wetter at the mere sight of it, the same fear being overwhelmed with the thrill of pleasure.

he knows how badly you want him, that’s why he chuckles darkly at your reaction. you look so beautifully helpless in front of him, he can’t help but want to do so much to you.

positioning his tip at your entrance, he begins by slowly pushing in, yet the slickness causes him to bottom out within you, already balls deep in your folds.

you cry out, back arching again as his cock is already pushed fully against your sweet spot. you can feel yourself clinging onto him for dear life, the rest of your body shaking uncontrollably.

karl lets out a hiss through gritted teeth, not fully prepared for how tight you are. yet his thrusts are full and deep, stretching the inside of your walls to where you can almost feel it in your stomach.

“hah…can y’feel how good you’re taking me, baby?” he pants, breath hot against your skin as he holds you closer to him.

“can you feel how deep i am?” he pushed in slower at his words, the added pressure against your cervix making your head throw back.

“ah, please—karl!” you sobbed out in between thrusts. “i-i’m…mmh!”

he lets his thrusts pound into you sloppily, admiring how your breasts bounce with his inconsistent rhythms.

“gonna let go, hmm? gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” he beckons, a hand stabilizing onto the tree, pinning you harder against it.

you find yourself gasping for air as his cock pummels into you, thing strands of fluids leaking from you as he fucks you. by now you can hardly even form words.

you can hear how his growls have broken into lewd, heaving groans as he grows closer to his orgasm. he can barely even hold himself up as he fucks you even deeper.

“cum for me, baby.” he groans into your mouth as his lips collide messily with yours again. “show me who you belong to.”

you can barely hold back your noises as his final thrusts pound into you, the feeling of his warm seed eventually pouring inside you, only to leak out over your thighs.

the both of you have to take a minute to catch your breaths, a moment of silence in the forest clearing being filled with eventual steady, relaxed breaths.

karl can see immediately how difficult it is for you to stand, as you stumble within the first few tries. without hesitating, he pulls you into his arms, cradling you bridal style after getting your clothes back on.

in carrying you back to your village, you can see that satisfied glint in his eyes as he looks upon you. yet…there’s something more. even in such a short time knowing this older man, you can tell there’s something he’s not saying to you.

though, before you can even question anything, he already has you home before sundown, walking you into your house without anyone seeing.

karl pulls you in one last time, deeply kissing you. he looks at you with that same smirk, hinted with something lighter in his gaze before departing back to his distant factory.

“we’ll have to do this again sometime, sweetheart.”

written by sirenscriptures. do not copy, repost, rewrite, translate, use, or post to any other site.

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