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Prey Part 6 [Venom x Eddie Brock x female!reader 18+]

[WARNINGS/TAGS: Female coochie-owning reader, lots of smut!!! with some plot, pet names, hard & soft dom, asphyxiation, marking/ bruising, possessiveness, overstimulation, tentacles, monsters and all that good stuff]

Summary: Direct sequel to part 5. Venom follows through on his promise and makes sure you know who owns you.

It’s been like 8 months or something since the last chapter, my bad lmao. As always this is also on AO3. Enjoy! <3

Part 5

Once you stepped into your apartment you had mere seconds before Venom pounced on you. He'd been perfectly behaved the whole way home, not showing a glimpse of himself behind Eddie's eyes, even as you held hands and took the long route back. Perhaps you should've known better.

His enormous form enveloped your body, holding you firmly against the hallway wall with his deadly claws gripping your waist and shoulder. Your heart beat out of your chest at the sudden ambush, all while he simply grinned down at you and raised a hand to caress your cheek playfully.

"We said we would be back for you." His voice made you squirm as it usually did, never getting tired of how deep and sensual he could manage to be, despite his stunted speech. There was something different in his voice tonight though, a darkness that left your stomach twisting. Alongside his unusually hasty and fierce treatment of you and your feeble body - something was off. It made you shake.

"We want to ruin you," he spoke simply. If he didn't have such a strong hold of your body you thought your legs would buckle and you'd melt into a puddle right then and there.

It took a moment to really process his words. He managed to ruin you every time you got intimate - par the course when you were fucking a 7 foot alien creature. You could tell he didn't mean accidental bumps and bruises though, not this time.

Your breath drew shallow and restricted as you noticed his broad hand scale its way toward your neck. You met his eyes, felt the great heat of his body all around you, and knew you would give in. Again you were reminded of that first day you met them, and the way Venom terrified but enthralled you. The way his body caged you against that alleyway wall, the way his immense strength and power made your thighs tremble, the way he could do anything he wanted as he liked - you were only a human after all. You were reminded of all of that and more now, as he held you like this in your own home.

"Please ruin me, Venom," you whispered.

A moment was spent with your eyes locked together, like he was giving you a chance to reconsider. Eddie was probably shouting at him from in there, trying to make him promise to be gentle. You hoped he wouldn't be.

When you didn't say anything more, his hand reached your neck and wrapped around your throat. He was gentle, but the enormous size of his monstrous claw was enough to cut off some air no matter how he held you. It felt good, and you could tell he was elated to be able to take possession of you by the way his other hand roamed over the rest of your body and tendrils started to drift beneath your clothes.

You let out a whimper, coming out as a strained gasp as you struggled to take deep breaths. He grinned, letting his spare hand nonchalantly travel down beneath your skirt and between your thighs. He didn't touch you directly, instead grazing over your inner thighs and letting you grind down onto his claws as best you could. The tendrils that covered you made more purposeful movements, inching toward your nipples and holding your hips still. They swarmed your body, all while Venom leaned in closer to your ear, hungrily snaking his long textured tongue over your cheek for a moment.

His breath was almost tortuously hot on your cheek, but his warning grip on your throat made it impossible to move away, even when your head started to cloud with the overstimulation of it all and the lack of air.

"Such a frail little thing under us. See how we control your body? No other being can do this to you, can they?" He looked to you expectantly, his head, tongue and teeth dangerously close to you.

You nodded frantically. "We want to hear you. We know you liked having other humans watch you today, we saw how they looked at you shaking there in your chair. But we own you. Tell us," he growled at you. His hand clasped your throat a little tighter and his other brushed over your cunt, hard. The tendrils pulled at your nipples and made your eyes roll back while you attempted to gasp for air.

His head drifted back to being in front of you so he could stare directly at you. The endless white voids of his eyes made you dizzy.

"I...I-m," you managed to choke out.

He chuckled, the deep noise reverberating through his oily flesh and making your body shake. "You cannot even speak, is that not what humans are good for?" he laughed again, "we will help...you. are. ours. Tell us."

You felt your chest heave and struggled to contain yourself, only managing to weakly wrap your hands around his huge forearm in an attempt to ground yourself. Your hips still had a mind of their own, grinding down onto his hand while your stomach twisted and turned at the pure feeling of him.

"I-I...mm, ah...you-rs," you finally managed to choke out.

He grinned, tilting his head slightly to admire your face. With a chuckle he finally released your throat, placing his firm grip on your shoulder instead to keep you against the wall. You spluttered and lapped up all the air you could get, letting your dizziness subside.

Without warning, Venom's tongue traced over your lips, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to slide the thick muscle between your parted lips and toward your throat. You took deep breaths through your nose as well as you could while the raw force of his movements shoved your head back. You managed only a few moments before you were gagging and spluttering over him, the pure size and intensity of him pushing further into your throat while your head started to spin again.

In the heat and the haze you barely noticed him ripping off the thin layers of clothes that remained on your body. They could be in shreds now for all you knew (or cared).

Without a second of warning a thick writhing tendril was inside of you, carelessly pounding in and out and in and out in a hasty rhythm. Venom produced purely carnal growls when you unwillingly let out groans around his tongue and your thighs attempted to press together against the abuse. His strong claws had no trouble grasping onto your flesh and holding your legs apart, the sharpness of them biting into your skin - you would wince if you weren't so completely, viscerally out of it.

He finally seemed to find a slither of compassion deep inside himself, your watering eyes and tensed chest gaining reprieve as his tongue slid out of you. You coughed and spluttered, glad to be able to gasp air into your lungs but the familiar emptiness of your throat leaving you with a desolate ache.

Managing to glance up to meet his eyes, he was simply grinning down at you while the tendril continued its movements and his hands left dark bruises on your thighs. You were close, and you mumbled as much to him. The movements inside you sped up at your words, making you shake and curse and whine. You felt yourself starting to slip away, your mind racing and meaningless noises escaping your lips.

And then he stopped, with a quiet chuckle.

A choked-up whine left you, but he gave you no time beyond that. His hands slipped beneath your thighs and hoisted them up effortlessly, locking your legs around his hips and holding you pressed against the wall. His body caged you completely, enveloping you in the swimming murky blackness of his flesh and the intense heat that radiated from him.

Through cloudy eyes you looked up at him. He grinned, "hold tight, little thing." And then he was inside you.

His cock was similar to the tendril but, as you'd experienced before, was thicker and curved and textured and moving in a way that made you wholly and completely weak.

He rocked into you at his own pace, ensuring you felt every single inch of him slide roughly against your walls and hit deep inside you. A tendril wrapped itself around your clit while his free hands roamed all over your chest and thighs, leaving scratches in their wake. Tendrils laced themselves around your limbs, holding you tight and circling your sensitive spots.

It was too much all at once, everything from the day building to be much too overwhelming and finally pushing you over the edge. He didn't stop though, only continuing to chuckle and snarl above you. "Good girl...such a sensitive little creature."

You felt the tears again, running down your cheeks while you babbled incoherently and your limbs moved of their own accord, all at once attempting to shove him off you while trying to touch him everywhere and get him as close as possible. He was so big and so much, he could break you apart and in that moment that fact was dangerously clear. It was all too much, too much, too much but you didn't want him to stop, never would you want him to stop. You wanted him to bruise every inch of you, to merge himself with you, to leave his mark inside you, to entirely and absolutely own you and take you for himself. You wanted to be ruined for him and him only.

"You can handle us can't you, precious?"

Your reply was incoherent, a string of pleads and moans. He hushed you and brushed your dampened hair from your face, a silly gesture of affection in amongst everything else he was doing to you. But he knew that, really. He could do anything to you and you would stay there happily, sobbing and shaking but with a weak smile tracing your lips. As much as you pleaded he knew that it wasn't for him to stop, only for him to keep going, to use you like you wanted. To use you like your body was his own.

A clawed hand grasped at your ass, pulling your hips to meet his own while massaging the flesh and leaving deep scratches in your skin. It was practically impossible to determine where each bout of pleasure finished and began, completely unknown to you whether you were even still cumming or if your body had reached such a high that it had just become a constant sensation of raw, carnal desire.

Venom growled above you, the noise startling you and leaving a pit in your stomach. You'd never seen or felt him so unrestrained, so deprived or so...purely animal. It was everything that you would imagine from such a powerful, large, horrifying creature. And it was everything that you continued to crave.

His snarls became more insistent, you managed to gather enough coherence to notice. He gripped at your ass and slammed himself into you with next to no rhythm, this was purely for him now. His head bowed to yours, his lethal razor-like teeth grazing your shoulder when he opened his maw. It instilled fear into you, if only for a moment. Enough to make you clench around him and make him hiss and snarl when he finally let himself go, marking you inside and out.

"Ours, ours, ours."

The feeling made you gasp and cry, and you felt it smear on your thighs while he continued to move.

He finally ground to a stop and his large form encapsulated you while he wrapped himself around your body. You'd never felt so weak and used before, but the gentle warmth of his embrace brought you to consciousness and allowed your mind to slowly clear.

"Are you okay, our little thing?"

You managed a light chuckle, "I'm good, I just...might need a minute to recover."

He grinned, "we did say we would ruin you."

He butted his cheek against your own - close enough to a kiss as he could manage - and you retaliated by pressing your lips softly to his skin. He manoeuvred you away from the wall, still holding you up effortlessly against him with the use of his tendrils and swarming flesh.

"You must rest," he spoke, carrying you in the direction of your bedroom. You had already started to feel yourself nodding off, resting your head on his shoulder and basking in his warmth. "You'll stay with me, won't you V?"

In response, his hand stroked your head soothingly and lulled you finally, to rest.

#its been so long oopsie #i tried #venom #eddie brock #reader #venom x reader #marvel #fic

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Chapter 6 of Prey is coming 🤞🤞🤞🤞

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Forgot to mention that these are x reader lmao oopsie

Karl Heisenberg HCs <333 [18+]

Something a little different, but I have a whole document just full of nsfw Karl headcanons and I’m never gonna get round to actually using most of them in fics so,,,I’ll share some of them here

Warning very self-indulgent, probably pretty ooc and some hard kink <3

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Karl Heisenberg x reader HCs <333 [18+]

Something a little different, but I have a whole document just full of nsfw Karl headcanons and I’m never gonna get round to actually using most of them in fics so,,,I’ll share some of them here

Warning very self-indulgent, probably pretty ooc and some hard kink <3

Karl is a showman, he's always putting on a performance - you're always aware that hes in the room

He loves monologuing about his plans and creations, but that tendency carries through to the bedroom too - he's very vocal and doesn't half-ass anything

He's a big big fan of using pet names, always coming up with something new to surprise you with, they range from sweet to patronising to downright degrading

It's very easy for him to go over the top, especially when he's particularly riled up - he'll ravage your entire body not leaving an inch untouched, but can sometimes underestimate his own strength and can go a little too aggressive or hard without realising

He can be snapped out of it easily with a safe word, although most of the time him breaching limits is thrilling and to be with him you enjoy it

Part of his behaviour can be down to his lycan side, which leads him to be incredibly possessive and take ownership of you by any means he sees fit in the moment

He also has crazy stamina, always raring to go once hes gotten started, and he can go for as many rounds as he wants - he never manages a quick fuck, it always turns into hours by the time hes satisfied

It's not uncommon for you to spend hours fucking, he'll even do it while you sleep as long as you give him the go ahead beforehand

He's a massive tease - edging you for hours if hes feeling particularly mean, or just making you cum again and again until you're begging for him to stop

He's a big fan of leaving marks, so anyone who crosses you in the village will know for sure who owns you - it thrills him but also acts as a mark of protection for you since no one would dare to mess with him or his property

Despite all that, he's good at aftercare once hes used to it (you might have to coach him at first, but it comes naturally very quickly)

He would never admit it, but its surprising how insanely touch starved he is after years of loneliness and mistreatment, so hes more than happy to wrap you up in himself and cuddle all night after sex

After a particularly rough night, if you are in pain or struggling to walk the next morning he'll feign irritation before willingly carrying you around everyday

He also finds it incredibly hot when you struggle to walk because of what he did to your body - which he won't hesitate to let you know

He uses his size and strength difference to his advantage often, loving the feeling of taking control and being a predator while you struggle beneath him

He would never intentionally hurt you, but that doesn't stop him from constantly reminding you how much stronger and bigger he is than you all while threatening and degrading you during sex

He's not used to being soft or having any kind of comfort, so he doesn't see the use in having sex on your bed, instead he's satisfied with fucking anywhere the moment he gets the urge to

He loves holding you down on the closest surface and using you like a toy from behind, or holding you up to the wall while he does what he wants

Often he uses scrap metal to restrain you in place, fashioning hand or ankle cuffs in an instant, loving the way you writhe at the mercy of his powers

Although hes not great at expressing his affection traditionally through tender words or actions, he has his own ways of doing so, one of which being gift giving

His personal favourite is a metal collar he fashioned, which not only works as a symbol of possession on the day-to-day, but he can use to move you around at willIn particularly heated moments, it's not beneath him to hold you against the wall by your neck, or drag him closer to him using the collar

His favourite (and yours hehe) is to use the collar to move you into giving him head, especially with you kneeling in front of him beneath his desk where he can easily manipulate the collar and see exactly what you're doing while still continuing his work

#im so down bad my god #making these is so fun for fleshing out his character in my mind tho #karl heisenberg #re8 #resident evil village

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My art for the HeisenbergZINE

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Follow the Leader [Glitchtrap x female!Reader 18+ Smut]

[WARNINGS/TAGS?: Female coochie-owning reader, SMUT!!!! with plot, heavy mind control, dubious consent/non-con, pet names, reader being instructed, fucking a bunny furry virus???]

Summary: You've been working on the Fazbear Virtual Experience for a while now, and tired of being overworked you've finally decided to take the mysterious virus plaguing the game head-on. However, the virus may be a little more...technical to deal with than you originally thought, and it has bigger plans for you.

Uploaded this on AO3 months and months ago and somehow forgot to post it here lmao. I should probably be jailed for this, but I stand by the concept of Glitchtrap being hot. If u find that weird (valid) don’t read this, you’ll hate it. Also I headcanon Glitchtrap as being the fragmented soul of William Afton, its not super prevalent at all in this fic but probably important to know that Glitchtrap is HUMAN, the bunny suit is just the form he takes within the game.

PSA there's definitely a bunch of errors in the language I used regarding game design and whatnot, I tried my best !!!

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You slammed your car door a little harder than you had intended to. Sighing, you grasped your bag and made for the front of the building. Another day, another 8 hour shift.

Although it was something you'd never admit, you really did like your job. But fuck, was it tiring - especially at the minute with your current project. You worked in games development at a small studio in your nowhere town. To your initial excitement, Fazbear Entertainment (the company that had enlightened your entire childhood) had hired your company to develop their new game.

At first, everyone had been bouncing off the walls with excitement about the project. It was so much bigger than anything you'd ever done before, but you were all ecstatic to make it happen. Within a few weeks however, it was clear than they had hired your small company to maximise their profits - work you to the bone and pay you pennies since it got you 'exposure'. Despite this, your manager was confident that it would turn out well (and whatever they were paying was clearly good money). Sure. He didn't seem to be as happy when Fazbear Entertainment shipped you bucket loads of shitty old circuit boards with the vague instructions of 'use these to make it faster'. And he certainly wasn't happy when your team had spent the last 2 weeks scanning the boards for any scraps of usable code, only to find out that they were housing some kind of age old virus.

So that's where you were now. You weren't so sure anymore that this game was going to be the big break for Silver Parasol Games, not when you were spending every shift attempting to dig out some seemingly invisible trojan horse instead of working on the actual game.

You sighed again as you slipped in behind your desk, mumbling a greeting at Anna when you passed by her. While your computer loaded up, your eyes wandered around the room until you settled on staring at your coworker, Jeremy. His back was facing you, and he seemed to be rooting around for something in a drawer.

Jeremy was a nice guy, he really was. He worked as a part of the quality assurance team, so he mainly spent his time testing the game. He was the one who flagged up this mysterious virus that no one else had been able to catch properly. You knew Anna and Raha had both seen it, so it was definitely real, but the stress was clearly getting to Jeremy most of all. It was like he'd seen a ghost most of the time. He used to chat to you on your lunch break, quite often. But now he never seemed to be away from the game, muttering to himself and making notes, presumably on the bugs he came across. Made your job easier, you supposed.

It was strange, and you'd been so backed up working on the game with your insanely tight deadlines that you'd hardly had time to think about it. But now, seeing him hunched over whatever he was looking for...it was uncanny and made you a little nervous. Your superiors didn't care much for any of you, especially Jeremy. They treated him like he was crazy. Hell, the stress of these deadlines would make anyone crazy. You really didn't blame him for acting a little off every now and then.

Finally he grasped something and wandered off again, in the direction of the testing room.

You tried to push it to the back of your mind, which was more than easy as you checked your pile of emails and anticipated how much you had to do today...

The day had passed by at a snails pace, and you'd even volunteered to stay behind to finish scanning the last few circuit boards Fazbear Entertainment had shipped. You glanced outside as you finished up, it was almost completely dark already.

Exhausted, you began to pack up your things. Once again, you felt your eyes drift to the desk that Jeremy had been stood over earlier. You were suddenly reminded of everything that had been going on with him. As frustrating as it was proving to be, this game really was important to you at this point. If you wanted to cut down these late hours and sleepless nights, you had to see this virus for yourself.

Without giving yourself time to consider, you shoved your bag back under your desk and headed for the testing room.

You had played the game before, of course. It was part of the job, you couldn't program without seeing the final product as you went along. From Jeremy's mumbled description, the bug seemed to be a visual issue, something about it latching onto one of the character models. However, it only seemed to show itself in specific situations in the final version of the game. And it seemed to like Jeremy - he must have unknowingly found some way to trigger it or found a spot of weakness in the code. Something like that, anyway.

The room was dark, with the blinds all closed securely. You didn't want to bother with any of that, since you were going to leave in a few minutes anyway, so flipped on the weak overhead light.

You slipped on the VR headset that sat on the table in the middle of the room and prepared yourself. Every time you loaded up the game, a sense of pride swelled in your chest. It was nowhere near done yet, of course, but just seeing what your small team had managed to achieve so far was...nice.

You weren't so much of a horror fan yourself, and the sickening gaze of Freddy on the title screen was still enough to make you feel uneasy. As the music started up and you stood in the main hub of the game, you felt your heartbeat rise a little. You were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the empty studio, and the thought of Jeremy made your palms clammy.

You took a deep breath, telling yourself not to be so stupid.

Glancing around, you focused on the task at hand. You were unsure of how to trigger the virus itself or where it even was. Jeremy was pretty clear in that it had just shown up out of thin air, after he'd played for hours. You hoped it wouldn't take you that long to find it.

After flipping through the few finished levels, you selected night 1 and got started. You knew this game like the back of your hand, so you powered through it like it was light work. Despite knowing the precise mechanics, the unpredictability of the AI still shook you a little. You flipped a light on to your left after hearing footsteps, and felt your heart race as Bonnie stared right at you.

Fuck, the design team did such a good job on these models. They were still terrifying no matter how many times you played.

After a few rounds, you tapped your heels irritably. You didn't even know what you were looking for, not really. You had stupidly thought it would be obvious. Viruses didn't work that way, you should know that more than anyone.

Back in the main hub now, you continually flipped through the available levels and sighed. You should probably leave, it was getting late.

You stepped away from the console and turned to your right slightly, readying yourself to remove the headset. That was, until you heard a light buzzing noise in your right ear. You glanced more over to the direction of the sound, and gasped.

That was it.

It must be.

At first it looked like a green blur, easily distinguished as an issue with the graphics. But within a few moments of staring, you could discern the shape of a rabbit. You'd never seen this character before, but seemed to recall Jeremy briefly mentioning a rabbit.

That was the virus alright.

It was almost...scary. It just stood in the far doorway, staring and staring and staring and waving its hand at you. It was hardly even visible without focusing your eyes on it. You couldn't tell if it was supposed to be an animatronic or something else. It was fucking weird, whatever it was.

"Y o u."

You nearly jumped out of your skin. The soft buzz that it was releasing had paused, only for a moment. In its place had been a whisper, of sorts. It was glitchy and hardly discernable but you could still make it out.

"a r e n o t h i m."

Your breathing was practically shallow gasps now. It hadn't moved, it still just stood there. But it was...talking?

"H-hello?" you tried.

"Y o u a r e n e w."

It was almost like it was struggling to talk. It separated syllables strangely as it spoke, and the crackling glitchy buzz that overlaid every word made it difficult to process.

You couldn't understand it - this character that you had no knowledge of had its own completely independent AI. You had a horrifying moment where you considered whether this was what Jeremy had been doing for the last few months. That's why he was so stressed? He'd been programming this character all on his own? But why?

"I-I'm not new, I made this game," you spoke. You couldn't help feeling embarrassed, you were shamefully aware of how you were just speaking into an empty room.

"Y o u g a v e m e l i f e."

It almost hurt to listen to, with every word you felt your head aching. It felt like it was drilling into your skull, but you knew it must be because of the sharp noises it was making.

"I-I think Jeremy made you," you said. It was stupid, you knew, to speak to an AI like this. But it must have some sort of question answering system within it, for it to be able to respond in the way it was.

A deep noise rumbled from it, sounding almost like a laugh, "h e c o u l d n e v e r."

A sudden thought gripped you, out of nowhere. "If I play the game will it be easier for you?"

You weren't sure where the idea came from, but you figured it was worth a shot. It only showed up after you'd played a few rounds in the first place.

It didn't respond, only seemed to hold completely still for a few seconds before continuing to wave again. You took that as a go-ahead and loaded up a fnaf 3 game. Anxiously, you glanced around you when you'd loaded into the office. It wasn't there, of course. It must have been anchored to the lobby somehow.

Your hands were shaking a little as you flipped through the cameras. Springtrap stared intently at you wherever you seemed to look, and it reminded you of the virus rabbit in a strange way. It made you uncomfortable.

Fuck, video error.

As quickly as you could, you flipped open the console to your left and fixed the error. You were anxious to open the cameras for a brief moment and simply stared at the little Bonnie figure on the desk.

To your dismay, when you finally got yourself to flip through the cameras again, you'd lost Springtrap. You hurriedly checked the vents, but he was nowhere to be found. Your heart beat in your throat when a ventilation error message blared at you. You knew this game, why were you fucking up so much? You could hardly think straight, let alone process what you were doing.

As you flipped through the console, you heard footsteps and quickly pulled it down. Dragging a weak scream from your chest, Springtrap jumped at you and ended your game. Taking a moment with your eyes scrunched closed to compose yourself, you tried to steady your breathing. This game had never made you feel like that before, and you hoped it never would again.

Apprehensively you opened your eyes, to find yourself at the game over screen. The console in front of you blared, and you prepared to press the return to menu button. However, your eyes flipped over the console again, making your heart rate race again.

Follow the leader, the screen read.

You definitely hadn't programmed that in. And no one else had, to your knowledge. The words seemed to bounce around in your mind, never settling but making you feel foggy.

When you returned to the hub, it was like you could feel breathing down your neck. Tentatively, you turned around.

It was closer to you this time, much closer. It was only a few feet away, instead of being in the far doorway. Now, you could get a much clearer look at it. It wasn't an animatronic at all, instead some kind of costume. You could clearly see stitches on the fabric, and stains that covered its body. It was a rabbit, but had big human-like hands that made you uneasy. Its smile was uncanny and seemed to pull at its cheeks, exposing big white buck teeth and a deep black void behind them. Its glaring purple eyes weren't directly looking at you, instead they looked off into the distance, but you had a sudden vision of them coming to life and twisting to stare right at you. For a character model, it was sickeningly detailed. You began to question if Jeremy was behind this after all.

You felt ill.

It continued waving, just like before, crouching over oddly, like it was trying to get down to your level considering it's tall stature. If it were real, it would have towered over you at at least six and a half feet. It still had a nasty green glare to it, but now it was closer it appeared less blurred, and you could see the purple waistcoat and bow tie it wore.

"G o o d," it said.

You could've sworn it sounded clearer now, like the white noise it emitted was starting to clear to make room for its voice. Its movements paused for a moment, again appearing as though it was thinking. Like it was considering its options.

The silence was beginning to scare you. Visions of Jeremy clouded your mind - hiding in the storage cabinet, watching you sneak to the testing room, smiling wickedly as he snuck up behind you with a knife. You felt sick again, and shoved the thought deep down. Why would you even think that? Your mind was playing sick tricks on you.

Suddenly you wanted nothing more than to take the headset off and glance around you. It had been a while and you finally craved the stability of the real world.

“N O."

Your attention snapped to the rabbit and your knees went weak. It didn’t exactly shout but it might as well have done, the voice was so strong and flung around your skull in a way that made you dizzy.

“N A M E.”

It took a moment for you to process its words, but you complied. You told it your name in a barely audible whisper while unable to rip your eyes away from its own. The soft movement of its hand, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, mirrored your own heartbeat.

It didn’t respond, again just staring at you. You grappled with the idea of simply tugging the headset off and leaving it all behind. That was a bad idea, you decided. You didn’t know why.

Despite this, the silence was killing you. You needed to know how this thing worked. In some strange attempt to get answers, you began relaying facts about yourself. “I’ve been working here for 4 years, since I graduated. This game is the biggest project I’ve had to deal with so far.” You continued spewing out details of your background almost mechanically. You spoke of your work, how you lived alone, how you spent your time, and probably more - the words started to mangle together in your mind. Your body felt heavy and warm as you spoke. You could hardly think - you felt as though you were on autopilot. Everything came naturally, the words you spoke and even the position of your head while your eyes kept fixated on it. With every second that passed, you felt more and more of your mind slipping away. It didn't feel bad, in fact you welcomed it. It felt completely natural to let go.

What you were giving your consciousness to, you didn't know.

Your limbs felt fuzzy, in a complete state of relaxation. You had stopped speaking minutes ago, you managed to realise. How strange.

It only took a second after that. All you saw was the rabbit stop waving. It's eyes flickered back to your own with a low tilt of its head, it was finally looking directly at you. In one swift movement it stood to its full height in front of you, and seemed to breathe.

A crackling glitchy noise filled your ears as this happened, before everything went completely silent. The soft buzz of the console was all you could hear to fill the void as you looked up at it.

"G o o d l i t t l e b u n n y," it said.

You hardly had the energy to respond, simply staring blankly back at it. Its voice had changed again, becoming almost completely stable. You could hear it perfectly clearly now, vibrating in the back of your head as though it was your consciousness itself. Like it had replaced your thoughts with its own.

It sounded like a man's voice now, deep with a slight accent. Despite that, it was still not quite human. There was something about how the tone changed, how a static noise accompanied every word, how the vowels were drawn out for slightly too long. You couldn't put your finger on what it was, but you knew it wasn't human.

You managed to break from your trance enough to speak freely and gain feeling back in your body, but it still felt like it held a leash around you.

"What are you?" you asked as clearly as you could.

It laughed, "I a m t h e s h a d o w o f a s i n n e r, t h e s o u l o f a v e r y b a d m a n."

You held back a gasp as he bent down to your eye level again, and reached a gloved hand to your jaw before continuing, "s o y o u h a d b e t t e r b e h a v e."

The hand on your face wasn't solid, he was still a hologram within the game. But you felt a weak weight on your skin, like a shadow, just like he said.

You felt yourself nodding at him, open-mouthed.

He moved freely now in jolting movements. Rather than moving in a solid motion, it was like he was comprised of a slideshow of images.

"T h e d e s k," he raised an arm to gesture behind you.

He didn't need to say more, his words were laced with subtext that you somehow understood on impulse. You remembered, there was a desk behind you in the real world. Carefully, you backed up until your thighs hit a solid wooden surface. It took some maneuvering since you were practically blind, but you managed to hoist yourself up onto the surface so you were sitting on the very edge.

"G o o d b u n n y," he praised. There was more distance between you now, but the confounds of the game made it so you couldn't move significantly far away from him.

In a way, you were trapped.

Your head was buzzing and hazy, and your entire body was so warm. You'd never felt anything like it. If you could imagine what being a part of a video game would feel like - this would be it.

A particular warmth settled in your abdomen - strange but not unwelcome. Your mind was frazzled enough not to question it.

"I t s b e e n s o l o n g," he murmured.

You didn't know what he was referring to, but didn't care much to find out. A wave of need overcame you and clouded any thoughts you might have. A need to submit. You noted his tall and intimidating stature, which had been terrifying to begin with, but seemed captivating to you now that you considered it.

“Y o u a r e g o i n g t o h e l p s e t m e f r e e.”

Your hands were clammy against the cold wood of the desk. It was becoming much too warm in the room but you couldn't do anything about it, not daring (or wanting) to turn away from him.

“D o e s t h a t s c a r e y o u?”

Freezing up, your voice caught in your throat. The incessant hammering of your heart in your chest was telling you that you were scared. But your mind was telling you something...different. You began to nod, but instead ended with confusedly shaking your head.

"S o m i n d l e s s a l r e a d y," his grin almost seemed to deepen.

His words rattled through your head, echoing and making you sleepy. As hard as you tried, you couldn't concentrate, couldn't process a single complete thought. It was nice, in some strange way. You didn't have the mind to question it, at that point. All your mind kept drifting back to was him, his words and his eyes that looked you up and down.

He chuckled, a low rumbling noise that felt as though it swallowed you whole.

"L e t m e h e l p."

Against any conscious decision of your own, your hand moved up underneath your shirt. The line was completely blurred between what you were making your body do and what he had control over. Either way, you welcomed it.

You grasped at your shirt more firmly and lifted it over your head, before hurriedly repeating the action with your bra. His chuckling repeated, the low echoing noise reverberating down your body. Your eyes were blurry as you struggled to keep them open, but you could still make out his large glassy eyes staring directly into your own from where he stood.

With you hardly noticing, your fingers tugged your trousers down. You let out an unintended sigh at the air hitting your clammy skin.

"G o o d b u n n y."

One hand grasped at your chest, while the other traced over your underwear. A passing thought made you aware of how wet you were, evidence of how intensely worked up he'd somehow managed to make you.

Your nerves felt as though they were burning. You'd never felt need or sensitivity like it in your life.

"P r o v e y o u r d e v o t i o n."

You hardly had a mind to nod as you yanked your underwear down your thighs. Your fingers thrust into your heat, not giving time to treat yourself delicately. Although your eyes were clenched shut, the feeling of his glowing eyes pierced into you. Again and again your fingers curled into you while your palm hit your clit with every movement. Your spare hand dug its nails into your chest, surely leaving rows of scratches as if you'd been mauled by a wild animal.

The buzzing static in your ears dazed you. The sensation in your cunt made you whine pathetically. The rabbit that watched you, controlled you, made your head tip back and your back arch.

A string of pleas left your throat as you felt your peak surfacing at a much quicker rate than you were used to.

"L o o k a t m e."

Your eyes shot open to see him standing over you. In your position, you were close enough to lying back on the desk, but still had to crane your neck to look him in the eyes as he towered above your compliant body. He did nothing but stand there, but the buzzing feeling of him so close to you made your skin itch and crave his approval.

"Y o u h a v e b e e n s u c h a g o o d b u n n y. J u s t p r o v e y o u r l o y a l t y t o m e."

Yielding whimpers escaped your lips as your fingers curled to hit the spots that made your thighs clench together. "I'll be good, I'm yours, please," you repeated again and again.

The sound of him chuckling while watching your shaking body sent you over the edge. You whined and begged as your hands barely stopped digging into you despite your overstimulated state, like a possession had completely taken you over.

After minutes of you gasping for his mercy, you had finally relaxed. The gentle static of the room started to consume your ears again as the blood rushing to them calmed. Your mind remained blank, hardly remembering where you were, only thinking of him.

"W e l l d o n e m y l i t t l e b u n n y. W e a r e g o i n g t o h a v e f u n."

#im going straight to hell #glitchtrap #william afton #x reader #fnaf #five nights at freddys

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A Well-deserved Break [Heisenberg x Female Reader 18+]

[WARNINGS/TAGS?: Female coochie-owning reader, smut!!! with no plot, petnames, also lots of fluff, some dirty talk, all that good stuff]

Summary: Short self-indulgent Heisenberg loving/fluffy smut. You manage to pull Karl away from his work for a while to pay you some attention.

As much as I adore Karl being more aggressive,, sometimes I just love a little comfort and I feel like he doesn't get much of a chance to show his soft side :} this is incredibly messy and self-indulgent I just can't help myself lol

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He had that same expression on his face again. That look of concentration combined with the way his brow tied together...you could admire him forever like that. His hair was haphazardly tied back with a loose piece of string, with his hat sitting lonely on the table beside him. He often did that when working, grumbling something about his hair pissing him off getting in his eyes.

You watched him for a few moments in the doorway before stepping inside. The metal was hot beneath your feet, it always was in this side of the factory.

He didn't glance up at you, remaining fixated on the notes and plans on the table in front of him.

"Are you done with work yet?" you spoke over the clattering machinery. Finally noticing you, he tilted his head in your direction and slid his chair back slightly. It was enough to allow a smile to lace your lips, to slide your hips atop his own and straddle his thighs.

You lay your arms over his shoulders, gently tracing your fingers over the back of his neck, holding his face close to your own.

He raised his eyes to yours. He refused to answer your question, as always.

"How was your day?" you could whisper to him at this distance.

He only grunted, but cracked a smile. He reached his own gloved hand up to cup your cheek, letting you tilt your head into his touch as the leather brushed your skin. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, allowing you to stare at his scarred forearms for a little too long.

"How was yours, pretty girl?"

You gave a wry laugh and told the truth, "not so great."

He frowned, tenderly tracing your lips with his thumb as he gripped your waist more firmly with his other arm.

"I'll finish up for the day, how about that darlin'?"

Grinning, you softly pressed your lips to his in response. He pulled your body closer, making you tip your head back a little while he kissed you. "You're so fucking perfect, buttercup."

He always did this to you. Like a rag-doll you fell limp for him at the slightest affection, overcome with a need to touch every part of him you could. You wanted to melt into this man, become a part of him like one of his creations. All the stress from the day became nothing to you, while he was everything.

He released your lips and began pressing kisses along your jawline, moving down your neck. Your back arched to his touch, your core lighting up even at his most gentle movements.

"Karl..." your voice came out as a whisper, "move back."

He looked at you with an air of confusion, but you felt his thighs tense as he used his legs to shift the chair backward a little, away from the desk. Enough room for you.

Your hands slipped away from around his neck, pausing to slide his shades from his face before he could complain. As you slid the shades atop your own head to push your hair back, you were sure to study his eyes and the way they washed over you, thankful that you could now see them properly.

With one last kiss pressed to his lips, you pulled away from him and slid down to rest on your knees in front of him.

He didn't say a single word, but the raw compassion on his face staring down at you made your stomach tie into knots.

Your fingers twitched while you delicately slid his belt from its loops and unbuttoned his pants. He strained against his underwear, making you smile as you relieved him from his constraints. Without wasting a single moment, you held his eye contact and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. That made him chuckle and pat your head before resting his hand in your hair. He didn't push like he could be prone to doing, he simply continued caressing your head with his fingers.

You gave in and wrapped your lips around him, taking his length into your throat. He groaned fervidly, his hips rocking up slightly in rhythm with your movements. You continued, tracing your tongue along the underside of his cock while you tenderly took him in and out of your mouth.

A slight tug on the back of your head made you raise your eyes back to his. Rogue strands of ashy hair had worked their way out of his makeshift hair tie and danced around his face, damp with the sweat that glazed his forehead. You rubbed your thighs together absent-mindedly.

The more you eagerly continued the more firmly you felt him grip at the back of your head, as if trying to ground himself. That combined with the look on his face made you moan to yourself, around his cock. At that his own breathing became sporadic and he messily bucked his hips in a disordered rhythm with you. Your eyes streamed a little and breathing was strenuous, but it was nothing to stop your desire from dripping down your thigh.

Karl mumbled something at you, in amongst heated groans. He was never afraid to be loud in any situation, you could be sure of that. You felt his thighs tense beneath your resting palms, giving you only a moments notice before he came down your throat with a growl, making you splutter helplessly as you swallowed.

Your hair was released from his grip and you came up for air with a weak grin. Chancing a glance up at him you noted that he looked as though a thousand weights had been lifted from him. Proving from that performance, his work certainly must have had him pent-up the past few days. Lucky for him you were more than happy to be his stress relief.

"C'mere," he mumbled, gripping at your arms to tug you up. You giggled at his attempt, using your own weak knees to stand before sinking yourself back onto him, straddling one of his thighs with your own.

He held you close and pressed kisses all over your forehead and cheeks before landing on your lips once more. His hands roamed all over you and traced underneath your shirt, grasping at your bare waist and back. You were insatiable by now, giving him head had gotten you riled up enough. Unable to wait, you ground yourself down onto his thigh, riding him through the layers of clothing that separated your skin.

Karl chuckled, "you all wound up now darlin'?"

You nodded hazily and began lacing your fingers between his shirt buttons, easing them open. He caught your hand in his own before you could get far. He tutted at you and swiped his glasses from your head, tossing them god knows where.

Before you could exclaim, he grasped under your thighs and stood up from your shared seat, using his inhuman strength to toss you backwards over his shoulder. You squealed and broke into a fit of giggles while he carried you out of the room and held your legs down to stop you kicking. You playfully jabbed at his back, only receiving a chuckle in return before he shushed you.

From your position you could hardly tell where you were being taken, only able to stare at the endless dirtied factory floor as Karl stomped through hallways. Before you could even protest a door was slammed and you were tossed onto a soft surface. Blinking deliriously you realised you were simply in your shared bedroom - the one Karl could only drag himself away from work to sleep in every few days.

"You brought me all the way here to fuck me?" you asked mock-innocently.

He rolled his eyes, looming over you at the end of the bed while he tugged his gloves off. He crawled atop you, holding his head close over yours. "Can't I treat my sweet doll?" he purred.

The next few moments were a rush. Karl's hands, lips and teeth were all over you, covering what felt like every single inch of your skin as he tugged off your clothes and exposed you. In return you did the same for him, indulging in tracing your hands over every curve, every muscle and every scar that you could reach. His body enveloped you, settling between your widened thighs the moment your underwear was removed.

His fingers didn't wait or give any warning, quickly sliding inside you and making your back arch. His unoccupied hand roamed over your chest, groping your nipples and making you whine. Your own hands rested again in his hair, releasing the remaining strands from the tie and letting it tickle your face while he continued eagerly kissing you.

It was all so warm and intense, the way your bodies moved together, your whines and his praises in your ear between tender kisses and nips at your chest. Your hips moved impatiently against his hand, searching desperately for any more pressure they could get.

"Karl I need you inside me."

His hand abruptly stopped and his lips drifted into a smirk, inches away from your own. Your eyes stayed locked together while he shifted his position to graze his cock over your pussy. He traced it through your soaked folds, the familiar heat and hardness of him making you squirm in anticipation. You could hear his own breathing catch and felt his body tremble.

"I need you too sweetheart."

Karl slid into you, your wetness making it easy for him to bury himself completely inside. His head bent and rested in the crook of your neck while he concentrated on moving his hips. The sensation of hot breath and groans against your neck drove you crazy.

He wasn't too fast, like he sometimes could be when he got carried away with himself.

Instead he waited to slide almost completely out of you, until you were on the verge of tears and panting for him to fill you again. Then he'd plunge every single inch inside of you all at once, where you could feel his pelvis against your own, and he would groan and murmur about how good you felt. He kept up this slow but passionate rhythm so that you were both coming undone, both breathing so heavily that it came up as pants and moans, both grasping at each other for leverage. Karl nipped at your neck, kissing it when he went a little too close to breaking skin, all while he circled your clit with one hand. You clasped his back, driving your nails into his skin while you raised your legs to let him drive even further into you.

"Thats it buttercup."

His movements were getting more sporadic as he lost himself. Your thighs clasped around him while you held him close, feeling your back arch and limbs tremble.

Your release hit you suddenly, making you cry out. Karl echoed you with a muffled groan. His hips snapped against yours for a last time, his release leaving you warm and dizzy. In your haze you heard him mumble praise into your ear while he rode out your shared orgasms.

He pulled out, only to immediately replace his cock with his fingers that had been abusing your clit. “Good girl, good girl - just a little more.” Gently he slid two into you, gathering the cum that was trying to escape and pushing it deeper inside you, making you yelp. You were completely worn out and overstimulated but the tender warmth of his hand rocking against you was impossible to refuse. He drew a few more gasps and ruts of your hips from you before he was satisfied. You couldn't help but whimper when his fingers left you, feeling empty.

Karl quickly dispelled this feeling, gathering you up in his arms and holding you close. Falling onto your side with your head buried in his chest, you were overcome with warm satisfaction with the gentle rub of his palms on your back.

“That was nice,” you mumbled into the hair peppering his chest. He chuckled, chancing a squeeze of your ass, “you got that right, doll.”

You felt yourself slipping into sleep, intoxicated by the warmth radiating from his body combined with his too familiar scent. His hands finally rested on your back, holding you tight. “You feel better now?” he spoke softly into the top of your head. His words pulled you back to consciousness for a moment, enough to smile against him and respond with a quiet ‘yes’. Seemingly satisfied at that, you felt his breathing start to steady, and you welcomed your well-earned rest.

#mildly embarrassing that im still obsessed with this fucker after all this time lmao #when the DLC releases bitches will come crawling back I swear #resident evil village #karl heisenberg #x reader

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