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Am I gonna die?!🥴🫠🤤
(Part 1)
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Day Twenty-Nine: Karl Heisenberg + BreathPlay
You were constantly reaching out for Karl's hand. Enjoying the rough feeling of his cussed-covered fingers against your much softer hands.
Karl didn't seem to mind either after the initial shock that someone was touching him. Wantingly touching. You walked hand in hand to meet with the family and sat side by side. Pressed into his side, but continuously your fingers were interlocked.
Hand in hand when you walked around in town, and as much as Karl hated the idea of being around less intelligent people than him. He allowed you to drag him down to the middle of town and walk around the shops before returning to the factory after a long day out.
That was not the only time you wished that you could hold his touch. You yearned for a hand to run smoothly down your back and sometimes rest at the bottom of your spine. You longed for the soft touch of his rough hand.
You are the exact opposite of Karl. You yearn for the touch of another, and Karl yearns to not be touched. Karl is okay with his lonely life before you came along, and he's just as content with living it how it is now.
Yes, you are confused because when you look at Karl, you don't see just a friend, someone to talk to when the nights are quiet, and the factory is slow. No, Karl is something else for you. A bright light at the end of the tunnel. He's what you yearn for.
So when the touch you yearn for splits and turns into a need that you have to fill, something twists within your mind. You start to stare off more. Staring at Karl's hands as he works on bits of metal together, or how he tightness things together on a soldat.
The one that as you biting your tongue and squeezing your thigh together is when his hands stretch out, his metal hammer flying into his hand. It's attractive all on its own. The bludge of his veins, the girth of his fingers, it all has you in a haze.
"Y/n? Are you even paying attention to what I'm talking about?" Karl's booming voice pulls you from your naughty thoughts of his hands. "Huh." You say a bit too loud, and he rolls his eyes, "Earth to Y/n, what's got you being a space cadet today?" He asks, intrigued by your glazed-over eyes and gap mouth.
Karl has never seen you like this, and he's seen you in many ways. Blood smeared across your cheeks. A mixture of your own and others, your shirt half tore due to lycans desperately in need of stitches. Bare skin that makes his heart race every time he catches a glimpse. Y/n had been off, and Karl had taken notice. Take notice of how your gaze drifted from his face, down his arms, and then finally landed on his hands.
"I'm just… it's all fine." You say to Karl, trying to push away the fact that you not only got caught but also have no idea you were spacing out. His stare is deathly; you're an open book for him to read as much as he likes.
"No… I don't believe you. I think you were off dreaming…" You shake your head, trying to push him away from the right path he's already on. "Don't shake your head at me now, buttercup. Better if you just fess up to what you were thinkin' about." You feel like a deer in headlights. Wide-eyed and easily scared off.
The silence is unsettling, "Oh, buttercup, you want me to guess instead." Smirking up a storm, you think that's rather a good idea, and then it's a bad idea. But there's nothing else you can do. If you say the words, then it's all too real, but if he guesses it, then it means Karl already knows.
"I think…" He says, getting up from the side of the table, heavy boots on the ground beneath you. "you have been very naughty…" With each punch of the words that fall from his mouth, his hands graze up your back like you've always wished for. "thinkin' about me, and my hands." You breathe in quickly. If it's due to his touch or his words, you'll never know.
"I bet you've thought up a bunch of dirty things." He whispers into your ear. His voice was rough and scratchy. "I bet you would love it if I just wrapped my hand around your throat and kept you right on the edge all night long." You moan as you feel his hand reach the base of the back of your neck. "Let me just sink my fat cock into your tight pussy, hmm, squeeze your throat so you stars." You whimper as you clench your thighs tightly, willing the ache to go away.
Then just like that, Karl is gone, walking back over to his side of the table. You're left like a puppy following its owner. Shock is written all over your face. "Oh, what do you want more buttercup." He mutters as he walks off and towards the direction of the bedroom.
You follow like a lovesick puppy would.
Completed on: 08/20/23
Posted on: 10/28/23
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Let me show you…
Warning: dumbification, over stimulation, screaming, breeding, nickname used: Pup, short little Dom brain rot, no use of Y/N and non gender reader, yea that’s it let me know if I missed anything,
Let me count you the ways that I love you
“O-one.”
“T-tw-two”
“Fuck don’t stop counting. Be my good little pup and continue counting.”
“T-three.”
“F-f-Four”
“FIVEEEE”
Let me show you the ways I love you while I run my fingers through your hair
You tug on his grey hair as he continues to thrust in you. Growling and grunting in your ear as he leaves you throbbing and shaking.
Let me scream your name so everyone knows who hold my heart in their hands
He continues to pound into your throbbing hole with vigor to breed you of everything he has. His name falls from your lips with pure fucking lust and love. Your neighbors thought you were dying. No you were just getting your brain dumbified and your organs rearranged.
“I’m letting you know we’re not stopping until the sun is shining and your neighbors move out so keep screaming, my little pup.”
After tonight I hope you understand how much I love you. Xoxo
A/N: I literally couldn’t get this out of my head until I finished it so I do hope you enjoy l will be coming out with more stories and don’t forget my request are open so yea Love, Crim-The-Writer
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Make Me Bad
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pairings- dbf! heisenberg x fem! reader
cw- age gap (reader is in her 20s), consent isn’t established so use your imagination ig, unprotected sex, they get caught at the end ꨄ
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Your father’s garage is the place you’ve grown to know all to well. He spends 90% of his free-time there, drinking, watching his confusing sports on TV, or on rare occasion, fixing up his bike.
That’s when his good friend, Heisenberg, comes around. Though lately, it seems every time you make an appearance at your dad’s house, he’s there, even if they’re not working on anything.
He lounges on the couch, puffing from his cigar, dirty shoes hiked up on the table in front of the TV and blocking your view. Your dad cracks open a new case of beer just for him and they watch whatever’s on for hours, yapping about modern times and how different things are now.
Heisenberg hates your generation of people. Says they’re all too sensitive and cancel friendly, blames it on too much internet access. But he excludes you from that sector.
He thanks your father for raising you properly, gifting you with correct opinions especially in music, same as his. He feels like he can talk to you like one of the guys, not having to worry about offending you with something controversial that spills out of his mouth.
But he also knows you’re not one of the guys. You’re a woman. A woman he’s been dying to get his grimy hands on.
So when your dad takes off to the corner store on a beer run leaving the two of you secluded, he’s on you within minutes.
He takes you right on the couch, rushing to have his way as he knows your dad won’t be long.
With one knee on the cushion beside you, the other on the floor, he holds your leg over his shoulder stuffing his cock into your gummy walls. He may be old, but he undeniably has game.
He quiets your sweet moans with his own mouth, lips pressing forcefully against yours, teeth clashing from the roughness put into his thrusts. His scruffy facial hair irritates your skin, but you’re distracted by all the other sensations he’s giving you.
“yer gettin’ so loud sweet cheeks,” he grins into your lips, nipping and pulling away with that cocky chuckle when it makes you whimper.
He’s pretty good at keeping face, pretending like your pussy doesn’t feel that good but he’s never had better. Hasn’t even gotten laid in about a year.
“Keep squeezin’ me like that nd’ I won’t have the strength to pull out,” he groans. His movements become less methodical as his composure slips. His face contorts, brows furrowing and jaw clenching like he’s about to go overboard. “Fuck sweetheart I gotta—“
But he fails to remove himself in time, it was too tight of a squeeze for him to make it out.
His voice sounds a low, almost growl as he empties himself into you. He loses focus for a minute, feeling you pulse and throb around his girth, pulling him back in so greedily. He swears you’re gonna be the one to send him to an early grave.
That is, until the side door of the garage flies open, the man neither of you would have hoped to see, seeing you.
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I Am Machine
Summary: In which Karl Heisenberg has nipple piercings and a chest full of insecurities.
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader
Word Count: -2.5k
Content Warning: Porn With Feelings <3 18+!, Nipple Piercings, Thigh Riding, Angst, Body Worship, Karl Has A Dad-Bod, Internalized Body Shaming, Insecurities, Feelings….A Lot Of Them, Giving Karl All The Love He Deserves, Dirty Talk, Manhandling, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, A Sprinkle Of Rough Fucking
A/N: Another massive shout-out to @queer-crusader!Thank you so much for throwing all the ideas back and forth <3
Tagging: @blueberrypancakesworld
I am machine
I never sleep
Until I fix what's broken
I am machine
A part of me
Wishes I could just feel something
- I Am Machine By Three Days Grace
With your shoulder leaning onto the old door frame, you watched him, watched how his fingers slowly crawled up to his chest whilst he stared holes into thin air and his teeth ground down on the soft insides of his cheek instead of the usual cigar butt. Karl took no notice of you observing him with a faint smile ghosting around your lips and so calloused fingertips ventured forth to grab at the dainty steel marbles screwed on tightly to the accompanying bar that went straight through his right nipple. They toyed with the small piece of jewelry for a moment as he blinked lazily, entirely absentmindedly, and zoned out.
You had to actively stifle a laugh as you were able to watch the coin flip in his thoughts, Karl seemed to remember that his left nipple was adorned by just the same accessory and his hand grazed across his chest. If it wasn’t for his brows furrowing up into a frown, he would’ve looked dreamy and calm in the warm light of the surprisingly sturdy light bulb.
“Feeling yourself up a little, hm?” You joked, trying to approach whatever it was that caused his knit-together brows with lightheartedness.
“Huh?”, For the blink of an eye Karl looked truly dumbfounded and entirely unaware of his fidgeting that drew all of your attention right at it, “Oh. Subconscious habit.”
“I know.” You smiled kindly back at him.
“Then why are ya asking, stupid?” He nudged his head in your direction with a wide grin stretching across his face, gingerly accentuating the crinkles and crowfeet around his eyes.
Although it looked like a genuine expression, you had a strong inkling sitting in your stomach, that he was trying to hide something from you, perhaps not even intently but purely upon instinct.
“I was trying to be funny. You should try that too sometimes.” The tip of your tongue darted from between your lips, playfully teasing him.
“I am funny.” He retorted bluntly.
“I don’t know about that, Karl.” The banter briefly continued as you walked towards him, sitting there legs all sprawled out on the bed with his back against the decrepit and depressingly gray concrete walls.
“Don’t ya think that metal-melting heat and the constant linger of death is hilarious? Tough crowd.” The burly man huffed humorously yet he couldn’t quite shake the pitiful tinge in his voice.
He watched you saunter over to him, the pair of unnaturally bright hematite eyes following you intently.
“What’s going on up there?” You let yourself plop right into his lap, straddling his bulky thigh as the very tip of your index finger nudged at his temple.
“Huh?” He muttered again, trying to plaster a blasé expression on his face but it slipped at the edges, the corners of his mouth contorting downwards for a split second before he could help it.
“The fidgeting, the chewing on the insides of your mouth? Does that ring a bell?” Your brows raised into a questioning arch whilst the rest of your senses tried to ignore the feeling of dense muscles between your legs pressing up against you. Was he doing that on purpose to side-track you?
“It’s just what I do.” He shrugged his shoulders with flimsy indifference.
“Karl…” Your free hand slid between your bodies, fingers closing down increasingly firm around the shiny and smooth piece of jewelry.
“Yes?” He hissed back, his thigh now obviously rocking against your clothed cunt, causing you to involuntarily rutt your hips against him.
“Don’t…” The word that rolled over your tongue came only labored as the intense feeling of arousal grew and spread from your lower abdomen.
“Don’t what, sugar? Get your head all spinning like that?” Karl leaned in closer, the tip of his nose nudging yours and lips ready to swallow whatever answer you’d give with a hungry kiss.
“Actually-” His head rushed forward, his lips pressing against yours with his teeth scraping over your bottom lip like a hungry animal, beckoning you to shut the hell up.
However, you didn’t.
“Karl, stop, please.” He let go of you immediately, widened eyes looking at you puzzled and silently questioning.
By now you knew that he wouldn’t just hand you the answer if you asked for it directly, you had to lovingly pull and coax it out of him, had to make sure that you brought his intrinsic guard down gently.
“Let me do that.” Your words only led to a more intense furrow on his forehead and instead of adding even more to them, you let your body do the talking.
In one lazily languid stroke, both of your hands brushed upwards over his stomach, fingertips playing with the curly hairs of a fading happy trail and tracing the little round of his belly pooch on their way to his chest. Upon skin touching skin, you could’ve sworn that Karl had flinched, barely even noticeable yet the little jolt had been there, reminding the both of you that, after all, Karl was sensitive, especially so when being touched.
“What…?” He mumbled quietly, his gray eyes darting down to follow the flow of your fingers across his torso.
“I like your stomach, comfy…warm.”, You shushed him saccharinely-sweet, “Love cuddling against it at night.”
“Uh-huh.” He let that one slide, albeit begrudgingly and through gritted teeth, thin ice already.
Knowing that he was watching you intently, you leaned in, allowing your lips to pepper quick and teasing pecks to his chest.
It was a gamble but you felt quite daring today, letting the tip of your tongue glide along the thickened, pale rose-colored scar tissue that stretched across the skin in long welts. Karl let out a rumbling groan that vibrated right through you, reporting about pooling arousal and a twinge of…disgust. You edged further regardless.
“Love everything about you.”, Your gentle hum got lost in the crook of his neck before your teeth rasped down with the curve of his shoulder, “You’re beautiful.”
“Not much beauty to find between scars, shaggy hair, and an outgrown beard, sugar.” You had tripped over the border, Karl carefully grabbed your jaw and redirected your face to look right at him and the pained expression in his eyes about broke you. You understood why he preferred to hide them away behind a pair of pitch-black glasses. Too expressive, too vulnerable.
“Will you listen to me?”, You tried not to break away from his gaze and it took almost everything out of you, “Please.”
For an agonizingly long blink of an eye, you couldn’t tell whether or not you’d been able to not only save yourself from the plummeting feelings but just Karl as well for his grasp at your chin wasn’t yielding at first. The hardly even uttered, more than anything mouthed Please appeared to hit him where he truly felt and couldn’t ignore it away.
“What were you thinking about earlier?” The question slithered past your lips calmly, gently, and softly.
“Why are you even here?” He retorted in a harshly cold tone with a question himself that equally served as a painful answer.
“Because I love you, easy.” You threw it right back at him, trying to scare off what must’ve been going down in his thoughts but instead, you felt him flinch again, this time more noticeable although you weren’t even touching him.
Line, hook and sinker. It clicked with you and forced your stomach to twist and turn in every possible direction all at once. Karl went through the equally mortifying yet filling ordeal of knowing that he was loved and at that greatly so.
It posed as something far outside of his control and with that immediately rendered into possible danger. Karl Heisenberg never wanted anything to do with love ever again after first getting his heart broken before his body followed suit. Every scar on his body reminded him of heartbreak that hurt a thousand times worse than the cuts and experiments. Love had brought Karl the worst pain he’d ever felt and in an only natural reaction, he had wanted to get as far away from it as he possibly could and that worked just fine until you happened.
“Because I want to.” You answered further before he could throw anything else against your love confession whilst your hands pulled his away from your jawline and instead guided them to rest right on your hips, “Please let me show you how much.”
From the very way you looked right at him, unwavering and with nothing but compassion in your gaze, Karl knew that you weren’t exactly requesting but rather announcing. With a swift nod, he accepted and let his hands remain on your hips. You couldn’t exactly decipher his facial expression but the little sound slipping free from his throat gave away that he certainly enjoyed your tender lips closing down around his pierced nipple, tongue toying with the metal bar. Greedily, you sucked the pebbled skin into your mouth just hard enough to leave a little hickey before letting it plop from between your lips again. You paid attention to not neglecting the other side, repeating the same process of suckling a bruise into the sensitive skin.
“Fuck.” Karl breathed sharply and you snickered.
“Only if you hear me out.” Pushing the envelope a little further, you rolled your hips in his soft clasp.
“God, you’re so fucking mean sometimes.�� He groaned eyes rolling behind halfway shut lids.
“Gets you hella hard, love.” You certainly weren’t lying and the entire width of your palm tracing the outlines of his quickly hardening cock above his pants pulled a moan from the depths of his lungs.
“I’m afraid you gotta listen to me rant about just how much I love you if you wanna tap that.”, The sly grin eventually returned to your face as you nuzzled your mouth into the dip of his collarbone, leaving kisses before traveling further up his neck, “How much I love playing with those piercings, gets me fucking wet just thinking about it, and how much I love getting needy for being fucked so good all the time.”
“Go on…” Karl pressed the meat and muscle of his thig against your fabric-clad pussy and you ground down harder, desperately chasing the friction.
“Oh, suddenly you’re interested, huh, big boy?” Your teeth sank into the flesh of his earlobe, pulling at it provocatively, “Hmhm, gotta listen to me moan and groan about how stupid I get when you fuck me from behind, belly slapping against my ass or how much I love that grown-out beard between my thighs when you eat me out.”
“Alright, that’s it.”, Without so much as a fair warning Karl tightened the grip around your hips to hoist you off of him in a sudden push and pull, “Devious woman.”
Before you knew it, you landed on the mattress back first, head pushing into the feathery pillow as Karl towered above you, keeping you down by pressing himself between your legs whilst he kept himself together to not tear your pants off your legs but instead swiftly undress you as civil as he could.
“Poked the bear long enough?” You grinned, watching how his eyes ate you up entirely from the laugh lines around your lips to the scar on your left cheek that you got from falling into a shard of glass as an unsupervised toddler.
“Shut up and let me fuck you stupid if you know what's good for you, buttercup.” The menacing grow that was his voice made your back arch from the mattress, pressing your exposed cunt against his crotch, demanding immediate attention.
“Good girl.” The brief praise carrying clear hints of a little mocking intention before he unzipped his khaki pants to shove his freed erection right into you until you whined out.
“Can’t fucking believe that I let you get under my skin like that, make me feel all heart-eyes fucking shit.” Karl drilled his cock into you until his balls slapped against the round of your ass, one arm snaking underneath your knee to prop it onto his shoulder whilst the other palm pressed your mouth shut, leaving you to breathe through your nose.
“Make all fucking mushy on the inside and get my cock hard with sweet words, dammit.” He bottomed out but only to thrust right back into you, picking up a reckless pace that rendered every leftover thought in your head into thin air.
With shaky hands, you clawed at his back, leading your fingernails to dig into his skin, making Karl hiss from the sudden sting of pain, eventually making him you even harder, bordering on the edge of violence and you reveled in every plunge of his hips. Carefully crafted compliments and honeyed nothings quickly made room for thickening air getting filled with the smell of sex and sweat. It seeped into you, the predominantly musky smell of his body mixed with hints of tobacco and strong coffee, and you let it, basking in his presence. It filled you up just like his girth did with every brutal rock of his hips that brought you closer to ecstasy. Without being able to help it in the slightest, you felt the coil in your lower abdomen twitch and tense up unbearably fast, pathetically fast even. You groaned into the palm of his hand, eyes fluttering shut whilst gasping for air through your nose. It rendered you lightheaded, being just primitively fucked into and for a moment you felt so overstimulated and overfilled that you believed to have missed your own orgasm until it took you apart entirely. In the very second the first contractions started clasping around his cock, Karl's hand was off your face to make room for his lips to devour every moan and whine that rippled through you as if he was drinking it all up.
“Fuck…shit…”, The roll of his hips started stuttering and Karl shoved himself onto you as much as he could without hurting you, “Milking me so fucking good.”
A handful of thrusts followed before his own climax took over, making him halt and pump his load inside of you. You felt the pulsing and twitching of his cock, the sensation sending post-orgasmic ripples of pleasure through you.
Instead of just pulling out of you, Karl slipped your sore leg off his shoulder and shamelessly fucked his release into you with sloppy thrusts, mixing it with the wet of your release. WIth his sweaty forehead pressed against your, he muttered a breathy: “Fuckinglove you, too, shithead.”
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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.”
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Kinktober Day 1: Werewolves(No one could save me but you...)
warnings/kinks: werewolves, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, creampies, scratching, slight dub-con, mentions of mates
word count: 2.8k
pairings: Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Lycan!Reader
teaser: “You didn’t ask everyone in this village if they oppose this union,” Karl says loudly from the doorway. Your body trembles as he walks closer to you and Hans.
taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback
a/n: welcome to the first post of Kinktober 2023! I got a little carried away with this one and it's probably the longest one. But I hope you all enjoy!!
You always felt different growing up in this village. It was like you were always meant to be held back. Something always felt wrong about leaving even if you desperately wanted and needed to leave. You knew that one day, you’d be married off to some asshole and have to push out at least five of his bratty kids. The thought alone made you want to run away but you always felt like something was making you stay here.
As the years rolled by, you found yourself more and more intrigued with the way people were so judgemental of the one person in this village that you found absolutely intriguing. Despite hardly ever speaking to the man, you knew you were so curious about him. Often you found yourself thinking about him and joining him in that factory of his. How it might even give you purpose in life to join someone who’s ideals don’t match all the other clones in this place.
Yet you could never drum up the courage to make your way to the factory. It often scared you just to look at it because of how much it meant to you. It intimidated you, and almost mocked you for being such a coward. A new life was only so many steps away and you could actually attain this. Though you never really could do something else and you knew your time was running out. Soon, your twenty-first birthday would be here and your parents had promised to find you a suitor by that point that would be your husband.
As the days go on, you find yourself desperately wanting out of this arranged marriage. The man your parents chose is horrible and you know that if you go on with this wedding, your life will be over. It doesn’t help soothe your nerves that your wedding night is meant to be on the full moon.You can already picture the monstrous sounds of the Lycans outside your window as your marriage will be consummated. It sickens you that you have no say in who you will marry.
Your mother sits you in front of the vanity table, and she begins getting you ready for the wedding ceremony. You know better than to protest what’s happening.
“Such a beautiful young woman you are now,” your mother coos as she brushes some makeup onto your face. “You’ll make a wonderful bride.”
Your stomach is in knots as you begin thinking about all those times you could have snuck out of your home and joined Karl inside his factory. All those nights you could have run off to somewhere new and started a life outside these walls. It’s too late for those fantasies now. You know you’ll have to swallow your pride and marry the man your parents have chosen.
The hours tick by faster than you’d like, and despite the fact that you know you have almost no way of getting out of this, you’re beginning to think of an escape plan. You consider all your options, and your mind goes to the Lycans. Maybe you can figure a way to rile them up so much that they will cancel your wedding. That way you’d have a few more days or at least hours to be able figure something else out.
Once you’re all dressed and ready, your mother escorts you to the carriage waiting for you outside. It’s almost completely dark outside, but there’s a little glimmer of the setting sun on the horizon. You’re ushered into the carriage that will take you further into the village and drop you off at the church. There’s no sight of the Lycans just yet but you know they’ll be present very shortly.
At the church, your husband-to-be is waiting impatiently. He knows he’s getting the better deal than you are when it comes to this marriage. Not only are you a good cook and very beautiful, but you are very adept with your hands and have a brilliant mind. All he can bring to this marriage is a good dowry that has impressed your father.
There is a slight buzz from the people who are entering the church. You feel your heart sinking as you slowly approach the building. Your father brings you inside, squeezing your arm comfortingly. He knows you don’t necessarily want to marry this man, but he knows it’ll look bad on him if he doesn’t marry you off to someone who is worth your family’s time and wealth.
Once the doors open and you begin walking down the aisle with your father, everyone stops talking. You see the man you’re supposed to marry and your heart sinks even more. He looks way too smug for this to be good for you. You look away, staring out the stained glass windows for some sort of sign. Any sign will do. But the closer you get to the altar, the more you realize there is nothing left for you to do now. You have to accept your fate.
Hans watches carefully as you get closer to him, and he extends out his hands almost as if to snatch you up from your father. You look down at your feet, and you focus your ears on the sounds outside. You’re not sure how you’re going to pull this off, but you know you can do your best to get the attention of the Lycans.
“Finally, you’re here.” Hans says in a snarky voice. “I was beginning to think you’d never show.”
Your father smiles uncomfortably, “We wanted her to look absolutely ravishing for you.”
Hans smirks as he looks you up and down. You shudder at the way he looks at you. It’s like you're some kind of prize to be won.You swallow hard as your father finally hands you off to the man you’re about to marry.
Your eyes watch as your father sits in the front row, then you slowly move to be right in front of Hans. The priest saunters over, a bright smile is on his face. Then he grabs a large, leather bound book from the table. Your heart pounds in your chest when you realize that this is now truly happening.
“We’re gathered here today…” You hear the priest begin but you can’t think straight to keep up with his stupid little sermon.
Your eyes return to the stained glass windows. Outside the moon is now visible and with well-trained ears, you can hear the Lycans howling. You begin to pray and wish for them to hear your pleas. You’ve never prayed so hard in your entire life. Nothing would make you happier than to have them interrupt this wedding.
Hans squeezes your hand in a harsh way, bringing you back down to earth. You hear the priest clear his throat, and he begins reading more of the words from the old book. Then he looks up at the crowd and smiles at everyone. Everyone looks at you and Hans.
“Before I continue, I must ask you all if there’s anyone who opposes this union,”
Those words give you a sliver of hope. Just as he finishes saying them, you hear the loud howl of a Lycan very close by. Everyone looks around the room, their smiling faces make you so uneasy.
“Anyone? Is everyone okay with this union?”
Once more, you feel like there’s a bit of a stall in your marriage, and you wonder if some deity that exists outside this village has heard your pleas. The priest takes a breath before looking down at his book.
“Then let us—”
He’s interrupted by the sound of a loud thump. Followed by another one, and then another one. It’s not long before everyone’s attention has been taken from the priest and is now on the sound of the thumping coming from the door.
With a loud crash, you watch as one of the old wooden doors from the church falls over. You gasp when you see the person responsible for this. Your heart skips a beat as he looks over at you, grinning.
“You didn’t ask everyone in this village if they oppose this union,” Karl says loudly from the doorway. Your body trembles as he walks closer to you and Hans.
The priest rolls his eyes, “Like you really matter in this affair,”
Hans places his hand on your chest and pushes you so that you’re behind him, “Just what is the meaning of this?”
Karl is finally right in front of you and Hans, and he hasn’t wiped that grin off his face. You never truly realized just how intimidating and threatening he was. His large build makes him look even scarier than before, but somehow you know that he is your savior.
“This little sweetheart isn’t meant for you,” Karl explains as he pushes Hans to the side. “She belongs to me.”
There’s a bit of hushed speaking that begins to happen when Karl takes a hold of you. Instead of being rough with you, you feel his gentleness. You’re falling even deeper in love with him if that’s even possible.
The rest of the village remains mostly stunned, not really sure if they should even decide to intervene. Hans looks incredibly angry and your parents are cowering away in their seats.
“You see,” Karl begins, “She never was yours to begin with. She’s always been mine.”
Something about his words hit you so deep inside. You begin to see why you stayed all these years in this village. It was for him. He's been your reason to stay. You know that you always felt different from everyone else, but you never knew you could feel such a connection with someone like this.
Karl begins to pull you away and Hans tries to grab you again. He says that you are his bride but you’re already shaking your head.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Karl spits at Hans. “Nobody but you even cares if I take her or not.”
And with one look at the crowd of people, you know he’s speaking the truth. Nobody says a word. Nobody gets up to separate you from Karl. Hans tries to say something else, but he stops when Karl shoots him a dirty look.
You take Karl’s hand and he leads you out of the church. Nobody is saying anything. Nobody is doing anything. This is finally happening. You laugh to yourself, so happy that you were somehow able to leave everything behind so easily.
Karl doesn’t say much as he begins to lead you back to his factory. The moon is so bright on the walk home. The Lycans are causing a very big ruckus. The sounds they make as they howl at the moon soothes you all of a sudden. There’s some growling here and there, making you wonder if they are fighting one another to get closer to you and Karl. And you smile when you notice them beginning to circle around you and your beloved. Karl watches them carefully and he pulls you in closer. Then his voice booms as he tells the Lycans to not only calm down but to also leave the area. Without another action, the Lycans begin running off in the opposite direction.
You’re nervous but in the best way possible as you finally approach the factory. The grass is overgrown and it’s not very well-lit from the outside. You want to go inside despite everything you’ve ever heard about this place. Karl makes sure to keep holding your hand as he guides you inside.
This place feels like home even if you’ve never even stepped foot inside. You gasp softly as Karl sweeps you off your feet and carries you over the threshold. Your cheeks burn when you realize just how close you are to him now that he is carrying you bridal style.
“I couldn’t let that opportunity go to waste. You deserved to be carried over the threshold like that,” Karl explains as he lowers you to your feet.
The air between you is electrifying and heavy with a sudden need. Your eyes lock in a sensual gaze as his large hand cups your cheek and his thumb caresses your face.
There’s no time for explanations as Karl kisses you with hunger and passion. His hands are busy unbuttoning your wedding dress. Your teeth clash and your tongues rub together as he begins backing you into the corner. Without another thought, Karl pins you to the wall and he begins to nip and suck on your neck.
“Have you ever wondered why you felt like you could never leave this place?” He asks you between the sensual kisses.
You nod your head and moan as his tongue rubs against yours. You know he’s got the answers you’ve been looking for.
“Let me tell you why…” he says, leaning in closer so he can whisper in your ear.
Karl explains to you that you’re also part Lycan, just like he is. That’s why when you were trying to get the Lycans attention, it actually worked. It also explains why they’ve never bothered you and how the sounds of their howls have soothed you instead of frighten you. And Karl ends his explanation with a heated kiss.
“You’re mine, sweetheart. You belong to me just as I belong to you.”
The skirt of your wedding dress is pushed up as far as it’ll go. Karl growls in frustration as he can’t quite touch you the way he wants with all the tulle and lace in his way. His large claws shred the beautiful wedding garment to bits.
“There, that’s much better.”
You whine as you feel his teeth and lips kissing your neck and collarbone. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud, shuddering and shaking with all this pleasure. You begin to feel something hard rubbing up against you as Karl keeps you pinned against the wall.
“One last thing I should mention, darling.” Karl growls in your ear. “The real reason why you couldn’t leave this place…it’s because I’m your mate and your mine.”
He holds you up against the wall as he begins undressing himself from the waist down. Your little panties are soon pushed aside and as Karl kisses you with animalistic hunger, his large fingers are spreading your folds to dip two of his fingers into your sopping wet cunt.
“Almost seems like you’ve been anticipating this, sweetheart.”
His words go straight to your core, making you drip even more of that arousing nectar. Karl knows he should take more time with you, but he’s been waiting for much too long. A few more strokes of his fingers and he deems you ready to take his cock.
Your eyes widen when you see the size of him. He’s large and thick, and you can see the red angry head of his cock leaking the pearlescent fluid. Karl smirks as he prods your hole with the tip, making you whine.
You cry out as he impales you onto his cock, and you feel something deep inside of you snap. You begin to rock against him, making him grunt at your sudden movements. He had a feeling you’d react this way given your Lycan nature, but he never knew it would feel this good.
Karl ruts against you, keeping you pinned tightly to the wall. You whine and moan, clawing at his back as the pleasure begins to take complete control over you. Though you have never made love before, something about this animalistic way of fucking has you soaking his shaft. It’s like you were made to take his cock.
“That’s it, pretty little mate. Ride my cock.”
You grunt at those words, your walls are squeezing him tighter and tighter as he fucks you so roughly. Neither of you can stop now, almost like you’re caught in a frenzy. It’s too good to stop. Too euphoric to imagine an end to this mating.
The coil in your stomach tightens impossibly tight, signaling your peak. You know you want it to last even longer, but it’s too good to quit chasing your high. Karl is right behind you, ready to stuff you with his potent seed.
A few more thrusts is all it takes for the both of you to be whimpering and growling at the immense pleasure you’re both feeling. You hadn’t realized until this moment that your claws have grown and are digging into his shirt.
His thrusts are more erratic now that you’re both reaching your peak. You see stars dancing in your vision as you’re falling off the edge to such a violent orgasm. With your walls milking Karl, he can no longer hold on. A loud rumbling of a growl comes from him as he fucks shots of his sticky, potent cum deep inside of you.
When he slowly pulls away after catching his breath, Karl leans in to kiss you softly.
“You’ll never have to be scared anymore, my beloved. I’m always going to keep you safe.”
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Dom! Karl Heisenberg X Villager Sub! Male Reader Nsfw Headcanons
Heisenberg wasn't always attracted to villagers, especially male villagers. However when he meant you, he had questioned himself
He would always think about you, and think about how good he'll be in bed
Heisenberg would often come by at your place in the village to check up on you, and you would always enjoy his company
After some time of getting to know each other more you two started dating, you were very nervous at first, but you told yourself that it was a date and nothing more
After months of dating, you two began to be....... let's say intimate.
Heisenberg always thought about doing it with you, but he'd never thought about you being extremely submissive for him, and that's what arouses him, you being a good boy for him
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Here is a spur-of-the-moment Karl Heisenberg/female reader drabble! Enjoy and I hope everyone has a great weekend!
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Karl ripped your shirt and bra from your body and placed you on his work desk. His eyes were ravenous and his hands grabbed your tits.
“Mmmm…” he growled, “…you always insist on coming in here and distracting me…”
You couldn’t help but giggle as you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them from your legs. Putting one hand back on your breast, his other hand pressed to your pussy, rubbing you through your panties.
“Karl…” you moaned, arching your hips up, “I’m sorry…I just wanted…”
“…you wanted to fuck,” Karl interrupted, taking the fabric of your panties and pushing them between your wet folds, dragging it back and forth, teasing your sensitive clit. “Be careful, sweetheart,” he warned, “you know how long I can go once I get started…”
You tilted your head back and cried out as Karl dove between your legs and lapped at your pussy, your underwear a barrier between his tongue and euphoric bliss.
“Karl…” you whimpered, “take my panties off. I want to feel more of your mouth on me…”
Heisenberg chuckled against your cunt before pulling away, moving your drenched underwear back and forth through your pussy lips. You were damn near delirious, tears forming in your eyes. All you wanted was his mouth, his lips, his tongue…
“Please, Karl!” you shouted, pushing yourself up on your hands to look down at him.
Karl flashed you a grin as he pulled the panties aside. “Oh, I love hearing you beg…” And with that, he leaned in, his tongue attacking your clit with light flicks and long strokes.
You looked down at him, watching his mouth devour you. Your body trembled and your hips bucked against his face. Karl grunted and growled, feasting on your cunt like a starving wolf.
“Oh my god…yes…Karl, fuck me with your tongue…don’t stop…” you whimpered.
He shoved his index and middle finger inside of you, pumping in time to his tongue making teasing patterns over your clit.
Just as soon as he started, he pulled away, removing his fingers from inside you. A soft whine escaped your mouth before Karl’s fingers pushed past your lips.
“Suck your juices from my fingers,” he ordered, his dark eyes boring holes into yours, “and listen to me very carefully…”
You did as he asked, never taking your eyes from his as your tongue circled his fingers.
“I crave every fucking inch of your body every minute of every day. If I didn’t have an army to build, I would be balls deep inside of you constantly. Unfortunately, I have a job to do. And that job gets put on hold when you come in here with that delicious skin and intoxicating scent of yours. Then I cannot perform my tasks until I have emptied my cum into you at least three times and have made you cum more times than I can remember. You have every part of my being in your hands, sweetheart. And now, I will reduce you to a sweating, shuddering, dripping mess before finally getting back to work…”
Your tongue had stopped swirling long before he finished his monologue. This dangerous, intelligent, charismatic man owned you and was obsessed with you, and you felt the same way about him.
The two of you kept your eyes on each other as he made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, shoving them down and freeing his cock. “You’re mine,” he stated before pushing every inch of himself inside of you.
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Am I gonna die? 🥴🫠🤤
(Part 2)
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i am BEGGING for some genderbend Donna Benevito and Mother Miranda fanfics PLEASEEE PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET HEAR MY CRIES (T_T)
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Day 9: Nighttime Routine
It's only 200 words but idc guys my head hurts and im not being brave about it
Summary: you sit on karl heisenberg's lap
Warning: not explicit sex but there are HEAVY references like it's literally aftercare and thats it, lycan!heisenberg (the correct one), AFAB reader no pronouns, smoft
You enjoyed the feeling of his muscles working underneath you. The brushing of his biceps against your back, the shifting of his chest under your head, the deep breaths that would move your entire body up and down. Up and down. And of course, you enjoyed feeling his semi-hardened dick inside of you. When you first decided to further your relationship with the one and only Karl Heinsenberg, you did not picture yourself sitting on his lap, playing with his beard while his cum slowly dripped out of you even though his cock was still in your warmth. Your body was sore from the sheer power he had just fucked you with and teeth marks were starting to become ingrained in your skin. With him being partially lycan, the bites hurt, but Karl has mastered the art of aftercare.
Most nights end like this. With Karl working on one of his projects, sitting naked in a chair and you sitting equally as naked on top of him. Skin to skin, heart to heart. Every now and then he would stretch and you would grind down on him, causing his dick to twitch slightly inside of you. But he was busy, and you knew that, so you accepted the gentle kiss he gave you and rested your head back on his chest, arms around his shoulders, and listened to the ambience of metal combined with your lover’s heart beat until you fell asleep.
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Blurb: Resident 8- Love Language
Karl Heisenberg
Karl's love language is Acts of Service
For Karl it's hard for him to talk or really express anything when it comes to love. He tries for your sake. He had really had, and that's when he lands on instead of saying he loves you Karl can always show you how much he truly love you. It's starts off with little things around the workshop. things that you had complained that you were out of, or were even missing in your day to day life.
Then it started to get bigger. Karl started to create things for you. Little trinkets of your favorite animals, or things that he had found around the factory that he would either gift to you or made him think of you. He even from time to time will venture out and return with countless amounts of buttercup flowers.
Karl's has a few favorite nicknames for you. Bonnie was the first nickname he called you when the two of your first met. It was a way to piss you off. Driving you over the edge because you were sure what this man was yet. It drove him crazy when you started to fall in love with the nickname Bonnie, so when Kalr started to fall for your the nickname changed to Libeling (German for Darling), a sweet endearment that Karl hadn't said in years, or frankly to anyone else around him. "Libeling can you get me that hammer over there." He said one day. It had nearly slipped out of his mouth without even thinking. "What's Libeling?" You asked a few days later. He thought for moment, an expression of doubt and worry behind the older harsh lines on his face. "Well in English it's Darling." He answered a gruffness behind his words. You couldn't help smile even if he was already walking away from the conversation. The third and the most recent he had started calling you was Buttercup. In almost every conversation instead of your name coming out it was Buttercup. "Buttercup, will you come with me to Mother Mirandas meeting today?" ... "Buttercup can you fetch me that." He'd say pointing over in a general area. You loved the feeling that he had gotten so comfortable with you he wasn't saying your name anymore.
Lady Dimitrescu
Lady Alaina Dimitrescu's love language is gift giving.
After the initial few that she might string you up and drain you of your blood, it's easier to see Alcina for the person she truly is. A wealthy women hidden behind a facade of scariness. But for the reality of who Alcina was. She was the most caring and loving person out there. That you had met at least. She loved to dress you up and give you all the things you would never be able to find out in the real world.
From a whole new wardrobe, to all the supplies you could ever need in whatever you loved to do. If iy was Art then she had all the best frame, paints, and brushes were at your disposal. If you enjoyed the master of writing then there was a typewriter in your room within the day, with lots and lots of paper to help you along the way. Anything your heart desired she was willing to give to you. Anything that money could buy her, you had.
Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's had some favorite nickname for you. Some would say that the only thing that Alcina Dimitrescu would name a person would be her pet. They all saw her as the uppity personality who walked around thinking shows better than everyone else.
She did seem that way, but when she came up with nicknames for you she was drowned in love and hope. So, Alcina called you her sweetness. She may have tricked you once or twice to let her lap up the blood that came out of her small wounds from your sewing accidents. Bubba, she loved this one. She wasn't sure how it came about, but watching your cheeks get red with embarrassment as she said it in front of her three daughter made her chuckle every single time. "Bubba come sit in my lap for me." She said, her daughter surrounding her like flies. You were shy to walk over. But she was quick to hush any concern away from your face as she gave you sloppy kiss. Dragging you far away from the thoughts of her children or your embarrassment.
Ethan Winters
Ethan's love language is Physical Touch
Ethan after everything he's endure can't help but want to protect you. So for him that leans into being a physical person. He's sure to keep you in his eye no matter what's happening around him. Ethan's got some bad paranoia just based on the events that have happened to him. Regarding to anything else Ethan Winters is the sweetest and most loving man you have ever met. He's always there for you, and the two of you have no secrets. Telling each other everything, is important base for the two of you. Ethan doesn't want you to feel like you can't come to him, and you don't want Ethan to feel like he can't come to you with anything. Overall you guys are a lovesick couple who can't seem to get enough of each other. (You're the couple that everyone else around is like 'get a fucking room already')
Ethan's got a few nicknames for you. Ethan loves giving nicknames it's just a thing he does. If you guys have kids, except that he won't use their birth names unless they have gotten themselves in trouble. For you on the other hand there are a hand full of nicknames he uses during a daily basics. As always it's sweet with Ethan, in front of his coworkers, or your friends it's always "Love, can you pass me the drink menu" If you guys have to go to a work related dinner for either of you, or "You just have to tell them what happened this weekend, love!" When Ethan and you are at dinner, or even at home drinking your favorite bottle of wine the nicknames changes. "Darlin' do you mind get up and getting me another glass of wine." He'll ask you, there something about the draw of his word that makes him that much more sexy. Then there's the one that Ethan only uses when in the bedroom, when his soul focus is on you. Making you feel the great high. "You're mine right? Say it Y/n, say you're mine." It always comes out in a blur of words that he ends up spewing out. you can't help but egg him on "Yes, Yes Ethan I'm yours. Only yours."
Chris Redfield
Chris's love language is Quality Time.
Because Chris is gone for long periods of time it's hard for things to be concrete around the two of you. So, when he is home it's nothing but you had him spending time together. Cuddling, and watching movies under fur blankets he buys while out on missions. And sex, there's a lot of sex when he get's home. And honestly you hate when he leaves but love when he comes home. He acts like a savage, tearing clothes and braking things to just get to your bare skin. He leaves the best marks that take months to go away. He calls them reminds of his love for you and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Chris has a few favorite nicknames for you. He calls you tootsie when he first gets home from missions. He squeezes you tight in hugs that you can't imagine life without. Nights where you guys comes home and tear each other clothe off he calls you Hot Stuff, he drowns himself in you. And Only if he comes home with a storm cloud above his heads were he's had a partially rough couple of days, weeks, or months does he call you sweets. He just needs something to hang on to during those times and you're it for him
Donna Beneviento
Donna's love language is Acts of service.
Donna loves giving you things, or making you things. You run out of clothes that you loved or miss from the modern world. She there sewing all night to create new things out of your old clothes. You need something comforting she creating long pages of what she loves to call 'art'. She gives you little dolls that creates in your image. She get's almost every detail right, and can't help but give them to you. You're really starting to race up to heron the amount of dolls you have.
Donna has a few favorite nicknames for you. She's only got a few things she calls you. You're her honey. "Honey, would mind bringing me some thread when you come back from town?" She'll ask before kissing your temple and walking down to her room. And beautiful, as much as Donna has a hard time calling herself beautiful she love to let you know just how beautiful you are to her. Nearly every day without fail she calls you beautiful.
Salvatore Moreau
Salvatore's love language is physical touch.
He can't help that Miranda was so cruel to him. he yearns for the touching and for the words that are spoken between hushed breathes. He yearns for your hands to slip between his. You keep him from freaking out and going full mold. You help him in so many ways just by simply holding him down to the earth's surface. He can't help but fall in love with you overnight when kiss his forehead the first day you met him. It awakens something in him, something mother Miranda could and would never do.
You show him everything that nobody was ever willing to do. You show him the meaning behind love, and the meaning behind falling in love. He can't help but wanna be next to you all the time forever, and for you it's right where you wanna be. Because well Salvatore makes you feel like you're meant to be there.
Salvatore's grown to have a few favorite nicknames for you. At first he calls you his Angel. you have lighten up his world, let him see in 4k so much that why wouldn't you be his Angel. If he wished on a star he would have wished for you. After a few months go by the initial fears wear off, he starts to call you his starlight. You don't understand why until he explain it you. "You are the most brightest and truest thing in my life. I know that you no matter what will always be there for me. And that's why you're my starlight, Y/n." He says, his face is contorted into a half smile and half of fears rejection but it's easily pushed away from you hug and kiss him softly. He calls you puppy by year two of your relationship. "Puppy, will you comes with me to gather experiments from mother miranda today?" He asks, he's dressed and ready to go but he'll wait for you any day of the week. Or other time's it's a simple. "Puppy, I love you so much." As he nuzzle himself further into your hold. It's very endearing for both of you.
Completed on: 01/06/23
Posted on: 01/06/23
Resident Evil 8-
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Hangover Cure
Summary: In which Karl helps you through a hefty hangover with peculiar methods.
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!reader
Word Count: ~1.5k
Content Warnings: Plot? What plot? Porn! 18+!, Heavy On The Daddy Kink 🥴, Karl Has A Dad Bod Because It's Hot AF, Karl Is A Service Dom, Pet Names, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Mentions Of Drinking, Intoxication Kink, Slight Praise
A/N: The brain rot is actually insane this time…
-I'm adapting the fanon that Heisenberg is German because I wanna use my language for a cool thing for once, please and thank you! 🙏🏻-
Tagging in case you're interested: @blueberrypancakesworld @queer-crusader
Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse
Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name
While I fuck away the pain
- Fuck Away The Pain - Divide The Day
There were few things Karl Heisenberg really, genuinely loved but your ass shamelessly grinding into his crotch was certainly one of them.
You hadn't even opened your eyes properly and yet your body already did the talking for you. A wide grins stretched across Karl's lips as he felt how you pressed your thighs together, your still halfway asleep silhouette whispering to him what it needed as it had done plenty of times before. Karl knew you well enough to know what you needed after you got into his vodka stash. He certainly enjoyed drinking with you but the mornings after were even better. So much so that the lord of metal sometimes fucked you up entirely on purpose, refilling your glass faster than you could decline the highly alcoholic offerings.
“Oh, sugar, let daddy help with that, hm?” He cooed into your ear in a smooth whisper, his warm breath gently stroking along the shell of your ear and the skin of your neck coaxing a soft rush of goosebumps to wash along.
“Hm-hmm…” You agreed with a sleep-drunken tone and a wobbly nod of your pounding head.
The ache pulsing away inside of your skull rendered you regretful towards the copious drinks you had knocked back the night prior but once the booze hit you, you couldn’t find it in you to stop. It felt purely too good, the loss of inhibition accompanied by the warm buzz growing in your guts and you knew just fine that Karl enjoyed it, too. Besides, what else, really, was there to do at the factory since the dust around mother dearest had settled? Fucking and drinking had turned into the main attractions next to rebuilding the land around the factory.
A groan heavy with remorse slipped from your lips as you tried opening your eyes for a moment. Immediately back to the soothing dark of your eyelids before another jolt of pain could shoot right to the forefront of your head.
“It's okay, keine Sorge, you can be a sleepy pillow princess for me while I take good care of that gnarly hangover, buttercup.” The soothing words slithered into your ear as you turned your hip to give Karl enough access, effectively pressing the round of your ass along his muscular thighs once more.
“Hell, so needy today? Daddy better be quick.” The sly grin plastered on his face was audible as your truly desperate way to gather his attention went straight to his rapidly hardening cock.
Karl's lips peppered a few quick pecks to your earlobe whilst his calloused fingers snaked along your hip down to your panty. To not just give in to your need immediately, his fingertips brushed over the thin layer of fabric to cup your pussy with the full width of his palm. His warmth seeped into the increasingly dampening cloth immediately and sent a tingle through your lower abdomen. Karl's hand pressed lightly, caressing your cunt to draw the focus from the pain emitting from sore and thoroughly toxicated synapses and you couldn't keep yourself from rolling your hips into his gentle grasp, it made you feel too good to not do.
“Could ride yaself all fuzzy on my thigh later, sugar, I bet you'd love that, huh? Get yourself all silly and wet until the pain goes away, no?” Just the way Karl talked to you, pulled a new gush of arousal from amidst your legs to soak through the panties and a breathy moan spilled from your lips as you felt the heat creeping up into your cheeks, giving you away.
“Ah, thought so.”, Karl clicked his tongue, playfully taunting you a little, “I know how you need'ta chase those orgasms when your hungover, makes it all so much easier n’ don't worry, I'll make you cum so many times that you can't walk tomorrow.” He sealed his lewd promise with a kiss to your cheek before languidly stroking over your gradually more needy cunt.
“Mhmm, thank you, Daddy.” You quipped in response, knowing that it rendered your lover a little more feral with each time.
“Nothing but the best, für meine Liebe.” The tip of his nose nudged against the shell of your ear as his fingers slowly started worked you.
“Love you touching me like that so much.” You whined, buttering him further up whilst the wish for his fingers to sneak past the lacey fabric grew.
“N’ I fuckinh love fingering that pretty pussy just as much, sugar.”, just as if to prove that he knew your own body better than you yourself, Karl led his fingertips to play over the seams of your string, edging it to the side little by little, “Imma have my fingers right up in that wet hot cunt all day long.”
With every further brush of his broad fingers his breath alongside yours turned more labored and shallow.
“Please…” You begged unto him, the tease growing nearly unbearable.
“Fuck it, can hardly wait either.” The words hadn't properly rolled over Karl's tongue as his fingers were spearheading through your slick-soaked folds already, dragging down for his index- and middle finger to thrust inside you whilst the thick pad of his thumb nudged your throbbing clit.
The doubled stimulation sent an almost electric jolt of pleasure through your entire body and straight into your head, making you effectively forget about the hammering ache in your skull for a moment because the ache between your thighs gained the high ground.
“Hmm, yeah, that's better, buttercup.”, He sneered, his fingers stroking and curving against your insides in a devilishly slow pace that led you to arch yourself against them, “Fuck, so wet for me, good girl. There you go, fuck Daddy's fingers.”
Moving with his fingers, you jutted your hips, the lewd squelching sound of Karl's digits rutting in and back out of you repeatedly, filling the gloomy bedroom and being joined by poorly choked-back moans. The forming soundscape intoxicated Karl and fogged his mind to the point where it went entirely past him how he himself grinded his waist against your side to alleviate the pressure in his pulsing and twitching cock held back by the confines of his boxers, pre-cum leaking through the cotton. If it wouldn't have been for the raging hangover, he'd fuck you stupid on the spot and gotten himself balls-deep inside of you until you were a cock-drunk, babbling mess but that had to wait. He'd coax and pull two or three orgasms out of you before getting his dick properly wet.
“Fuck…shit…” Your breaths came quick and shallow, your rib cage fluttering up and down whilst your muscles started to tense up with every flick of his thumb.
“There, there… issok, let yourself go.” His lips pressed a sloppy kiss behind your ear, the pleasurable tingle nearly sending you over the threshold, however, you kept yourself tethering right at the edge with your pelvis thrusting against Karl's fingers harshly now.
You felt your insides clench around his fingers, worked-up muscles starting to contract in the first spasms of an explosive orgasm that rippled through your entire body. For mere seconds all the pain was washed from your system and instead flooded with the purest of bliss. The coil inside your stomach had snapped and with it, warm and soothing ecstasy sprung from one nerve ending to the next like a spark that carried the raging fire to the entire forest.
Karl didn't bother to move his fingers by just an inch, not until every last orgasmic contraction had faded and left his hand covered in your release. A meak wince fell from your lips as he left your cunt empty and instead brought the fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean in feral enthusiasm.
“How ‘bout you sit that pretty pussy on my face next, huh?
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hot blood and cool steel - nsfw - karl heisenberg
(ao3)
Kinktober Day Two: Macro/Micro
CWs: monsterfucking (kinda) - you fuck karl in his other form, large cock, size difference, macro/micro i guess, unrealistic dick size, mommy kink, fem dom
You stared at the massive hunk of metal towering over you, as your body shivered. Karl had come home, upset about something or the other from another one of those damn meetings. You both hated and loved those things. They always resulted in him stressed - and whilst that was bad for obvious reasons - it could also be truly delightful. On the rare occasion, when Karl was well and truly overwhelmed, he would transform into his… other form.
When you had first expressed how your desire for your partner skyrocketed when he transformed, Karl had looked at you warily, expecting some sort of punchline. When you had explained that, no, you really weren’t joking, and that you were really just a horny bastard, Karl had agreed to trying your fantasy out.
That was how you ended up here, situated under Karl’s other form. His large metal penis rested between his… well not quite legs, with his almost-head directly above your own.
“Are you sure you want to-”
“I’m sure, Karl. Are you?”
He let out a little noise of affirmation, and you cocked an eyebrow. “C’mon now, baby, use your words.”
Fuck. The cock in front of you pulsed, the vein on the side prominent. It must be somewhere around twenty inches, and it was fucking girthy. Taking all that would be an issue, if Miranda hadn’t put the fucking bug in you, and you hadn’t prepped yourself like hell earlier. God, the idea of his thick shaft pumping into you was insanely hot.
“Yes, mommy.”
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Desperate Relief (18+)
-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --
Hello and welcome to what is literally a very quick, very sloppy, VERY fucking unedited smut story because it's the only thing I could 'finish' at the VERY current moment, and I genuinely do not have the 2-3 hours of time I need to edit and round it out and potentially give it a proper ending. So this was just literally copy-pasted from toyhouse (where I write everything) to here and posted-
So uh. Yeah! This is how my stories usually are before I edit and flesh them out a bit. I hate them. :'D
Have fun with mindless smut. I am sorry it's not the best BUT I promise I'll make up for it next time. (I may come back and edit this into a 'proper' story, who knows-)
**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**
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*Warnings?: Literally just a shameless mini smut fest, somewhat desperate relaxation sex, lots of making out. Like, A L O T of making out. I just wanted to let them fuck while making out, don't judge me-
Summary: Meetings are stressful... Sometimes you just need a quick (and immediate) way to relieve that stress when you get home!
There was a quiet grumbling as the shed doors opened almost automatically, Heisenberg darting in quickly with an irritated huff.
"She opens her big fucking mouth again and I swear I'm gonna-"
"Calm down, Karl..." Emelia sighed, walking in behind him. "It's best to just let her spew what she needs to so she doesn't attempt to slice your bloody throat open..."
He only stopped walking as she reached to the door, pulling it shut behind them. He kept his eyes on her, tilting his head in thought as she moved. He watched as she made sure to close the latch that locked them, suddenly walking back to her as she let out a relieved sigh. She didn't hear his footsteps as she wiped her hands and moved to turn towards him.
"I'm just happy it's over wi-"
She was stopped as she suddenly felt his gloved hand grab tightly at the back of her neck, letting out a surprised yelp as he yanked her to him. He crushed his mouth to hers with a low growling grunt as soon as she was pressed against him, keeping his grip on her neck while his other hand instantly tugged her shirt from the jumpsuit. He deepened the kiss almost immediately, pleased as it was returned, gripping her hip and making sure they were pressed tightly. He stepped forward, leading her backwards until her back hit the shed doors, and only then did he pull away- but not much.
"Fuck I need you..." he grumbled quietly, his lips brushing against hers before kissing her again. He felt her hesitate slightly despite returning the kiss, but soon her hands settled on his chest before running up along the front of his neck. He couldn't help but chuckle into the kiss as her hands moved more, slipping over his shoulders and under his jacket as if she were about to push it off. She managed to take a breath as he pulled away slightly to instead give multiple kisses.
"Y-... You can't wait... until... we're down under...?" She managed, her words coming between kisses. She took a breath as she was met with a low grumble that turned into a chuckle.
"Absolutely fucking not." He replied simply, pressing her more into the door.
Even she couldn't stop the small amused hum as his lips never left hers for a moment, letting him press himself to her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders fully, feeling his hand move down from her hip to grip her thigh. She let out a surprised whine in the kiss as he lifted it slightly, pressing himself closer to her inner thighs and kept her hips against his. She could feel the firmness against her through the clothing, and it made a pleasant chill go up her spine. She knew full well they wouldn't even make it to her own bed at this rate, even if she convinced him... She had a feeling he wouldn't have let her walk more than a few feet away without pouncing.
The kiss grew somewhat slowly, from their lips moving surprisingly slow to hungry, as if they had been devoid of the attention for months on end. It didn't break as he moved his other hand to his belt, or even when her hand moved to the buttons on his shirt. She listened and felt as he undid the buckle quickly, making her way through the buttons to run her fingers against the dark green tank top underneath and down his chest to just under his stomach. He chuckled into the kiss as her hand met his, though said nothing. His movements were eager as she assisted him with the button of his pants, quickly moving from that to her own jumpsuit as it was undone. Her hand lingered, however, tugging at the pants and last strap that had been under the belt.
They still didn't speak, lips connected as if it would kill them if they didn't. Instead they 'spoke' through touches and soft noises, her own pushing and squirming letting him push away the jumpsuit and boxers she wore slightly. Admittedly, she almost didn't WANT to move now if he so happened to change his mind. She knew then she wouldn't mind if he took her then and there- and he knew it, too.
He grumbled into the kiss quietly as he pushed the garments to her thighs, instantly rubbing and squeezing along the skin. He felt her tremble lightly from the feeling, as well as the rough leather of the gloves as he neared the space between her thighs. He enjoyed her gasp as his fingers met the thick curled hair and slowly pooling warmth, using the leather to his advantage as he began to rub lightly. He only stopped as she let out a long whine, chuckling into the kiss as her hips jerked slightly forward for him. It was all he needed, and quite frankly all he cared about.
"There we go..." he mumbled, giving her a second to breathe as he removed his fingers.
The small moment of relief and breath was stopped, however, ending as he suddenly reached down and hooked his arms under her legs, her startled yell echoing slightly in the air of the shed as he hoisted her up. She moved in a small frantic scramble to grab onto the thick handles of the doors, ever so thankful she had locked them prior. She barely calmed as he slipped one hand in between them to wiggle himself slightly out of his pants, pushing them down his hips as far as he could manage. She looked up at him again, only to give a small gasping noise as she was met by a semi-rough kiss and his teeth grazing against her lower lip. Yet another whine left her throat as he shifted slightly, rubbing against her with the now freed member.
She managed to reach and cling to his jacket with a muffled moan as he pushed inside of her finally, taking a small step forward to keep her pressed to the doors and balanced against him. Even he let out a low groan into the near open kiss as his hips met hers once again, both of his hands moving to grip her backside to keep her up fully. He only paused for a moment, letting the kiss ease before breaking it just slightly. His lips moved along her jaw, brushing against the skin with smaller kisses and bites until his mouth was right below her ear. He gave a low hum at her sudden whine, though said nothing as he buried his face into her neck.
He couldn't stop his smirk as he started to move at an immediate quick pace, listening to her sudden jumping moans with each thrust. Her thighs tightened around his sides as he moved, keeping them both steady. The doors behind her creaked slightly with each thrust forward, and she hugged him tighter.
"D-... D-Doors-" she tried, only to stop with a gasping moan as he bit down behind her ear before licking the skin.
"I don't care." He growled simply, only to move harder as if to prove his point.
His mouth moved to just below her jaw as her head went back against the doors with a groaning moan, his lips and tongue tracing the scar that trailed below her jawline. Each new thrust shoved her into the door harder than the last, his own breaths starting to come in light grunts and groans. But even so, he shifted his mouth again, once more meeting hers in an instant heated kiss that she clung tighter to get more of. His grip on her tightened with every moan and whimper into his mouth, returning them with his own low groans and heavy breaths. The sounds sent pleasant shivers down her own spine, and she couldn't help but pull away with a gasping moan as he managed to hit at a small angle as he shifted weight on his legs.
"Heis-- K-KARL-" she tried, his name broken among her panting gasps as he instead managed to bite and nip along her lip and kiss at the side of her mouth. Her moans jumped in pitch with small squeals as he shifted again, this time purposely angling to hit a certain spot.
"Almost-" he hissed, his lips brushing against hers once more.
His thrusts faltered just slightly as she suddenly yanked him to her, crushing his mouth to hers hard enough to make the back of her head hit the wooden door- but she didn't quite care, and he picked up pace too quickly to even realize.
It didn't take long for her back to arch how it could, letting out a squealing cry into the kiss as she came, her nails digging into the fabric of his jacket as her thighs tightened as much as they could around his waist and sides. He gave a low groan at the feeling to match her squeal, though soon let a moaning growl rip through his throat as he followed suit. He pressed against her tightly with a few small grunts, enjoying more of her soft whines as she felt the familiar warmth bloom in the pit of her stomach.
The kiss remained, each body slowly calming into eased whines and moans as their lips relaxed, fading from hunger and into a slow moving rhythm. It still lingered even as her own grip lessened, her arms moving from around his shoulders to press her fingers along his neck and jaw. She still gave a soft whimper every now and then as one of his own arms moved to wrap around her waist. He was the first to pull away, though kept his lips close enough to brush against hers.
"Thank you..." he said, taking easy, deep breaths compared to her small gasps for air. But she nodded, however, keeping her hold on him.
"B-Bloody hell, Heisenberg..." she managed, and he let out a quiet, amused hum.
"Told you I needed you..." he replied quietly. "Sorry, Doll. Couldn't wait."
"I-I can... I can tell..."
Her words came as a soft sigh as he pressed his forehead to hers, but he tilted his head slightly as her grip on him suddenly tightened again.
"... T-Take me to my room, please..." she mumbled. "I'd rather a mattress compared to something I can hurt myself on..."
"Hm." He hummed, glancing at the wood behind her. "Are you alright?"
She nodded.
"Headache... And now quite unreasonably aroused, no thanks to you." She said simply, and he chuckled.
"You mean all thanks to me." He grinned, slowly managing to adjust them. She rolled her eye.
"Karl. My room, please."
"Ha. Given my pants don't fall off my ass while walking, that won't be an issue."
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