#karl heisenberg x reader hate sex

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The Price of Love

Part two

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg X Gn!Reader

Word count: 1288

Genre: Smut, kinda angsty

Warnings/tags: Hate sex, degradation, bottom Karl Heisenberg, yandere Karl Heisenberg, top reader, afab reader, pegging, Karl being a loser, it says yandere but he’s actually really gentle, established relationship, reader is mean

You do this because you hate him. Lord fucking Heisenberg, decided he had the right to steal you from the village. Your family, your life, your job- gone. Just like that. You hate him. Everyday, every damned day- you’d think it was all just a bad dream, that you’d wake up in your own bed.

But no.

You'd wake up in bed together some days. Most days you would wake up on the couch, not able to bear how he’d cling to you in your sleep. You’d make your own breakfast- he never ate any, instead opting to chug a mug of coffee. Then he’d fuck off to the lower levels, working on his experiments. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. You tried to keep yourself busy, you really did- you’d clean the living area of the factory, you’d read, draw, you’d do anything- just to keep your mind off him. But it never worked.

You hated him- and the worst part was, he’d let you. He might raise his voice occasionally, but he’d apologize awkwardly right after. He’d be… sweet, or as sweet as someone that played around with corpses as a hobby could be. He’d murmur about how much he loved you on the rare occasion you lied in bed with him. He’d try- and fail- to make you dinner, the chicken burnt and blackened, completely unseasoned, and the carrots only slightly warm, still hard and raw. He’d awkwardly give you a small kiss on the top of your head before he headed down to work on the soldats.

But- you couldn’t like him, could you-? He’s sick- he kidnapped you- he took you from your life. No. You hate him. You want nothing more than to cause him pain, to destroy him. And he’d let you. And he’d… like it. And you would too, as much as you hated yourself for it.

You sigh, looking down at the gray haired man on his knees below you. You stood on the carpet floor of his bedroom, wearing a harness with a purple dildo. The toy rested in Karl’s mouth, and he looked up at you with pleading eyes. He wears nothing but a pair of raggedy boxers, and you wear just a baggy shirt. Something in you snaps, and you roughly grab a handful of his scraggly hair, forcing him down on your cock. He splutters, wet sounds coming from him as he chokes on your length. You grin slightly at his noises, and he desperately bobs his head on your strap. You pant, watching as he squirms, a tent growing in his boxers.

“Pathetic.” You spit out, your voice a low growl. Karl whimpers against your cock, squirming slightly as he tries to keep up with the brutal pace you’ve set. You continue fucking his mouth, taking in his soft whimpers, watching as he grows increasingly restless. He rubs his legs together desperately, squirming under you. You pant, watching with sick satisfaction as his eyes begin to water, and a little drool spills from his mouth. You continue using him, before his hands come up, pawing at your ass, trying to get your attention. He murmurs, trying to speak, but it’s muffled by the toy. You don’t really care what he has to say, opting to thrust harder into his throat, relishing his gags. He attempts to speak again, this time a little louder. You pull him off your cock with an annoyed expression, and he pants slightly, his face flushed from a mix of arousal and humiliation.

“What?” You hiss out, grabbing him by the hair.

“I-“ he chokes out, his throat scratchy and abused.

“Speak, you stupid slut”.

“I- p-please fuck me-“ He whimpers out, his voice small. He looks so pathetic, his hazel eyes tearing up from your merciless use of his throat.

“Please fuck me-?!” You mock, your face contorting into a sick grin.

“Sweetie-” He starts softly, before you cut him off.

“PLEASE FUCK ME?!” You laugh loudly in his face.

“Sure, Karl.” you respond, saying his name like it makes you sick.

“-but you asked for this” you murmur, eyes narrowing. You grab a handful of his gray hair causing him to cry out, and you throw him onto the bed. He lays down on his back with glazed eyes as you rifle through his nightstand. You find what you’re looking for, a small bottle of lube. You squirt some on the strap, spreading it around with your hands, before crawling on top of Karl. He whimpers softly, rubbing his thighs together to try and stimulate himself.

“You’re pathetic.” You murmur, practically ripping his underwear off as you throw it onto the floor. He whines at your words, shifting on the bed. Your hands grip his thighs tightly, spreading him open, and you prod the strap against his tight hole. He moans softly, bucking his hips into you. You enter him slowly, filling him up with just the tip. He moans needily, his hands coming up to gently paw at your back.

“Ah— m-more- ”he whimpers softly against your ear, his beard tickling your face. You growl, sinking the strap into him until it bottoms out inside him. He moans loudly, his hard cock rubbing against your stomach as you thrust into him. He whimpers as you increase your pace, his hands gently scratching at your back. You groan at his submissiveness, holding yourself on one arm and moving your hand to ghost over his dick. He cries out, bucking his hips into you. His face is flushed, a sheen of sweat on his tanned face. You lean down, slowly licking a stripe up his cheek, groaning at the salty taste. He makes a sound in between a moan and a whimper, pawing at your back adorably. Your fingers run teasingly over his cock, before fully gripping his length, jacking him off. He mewls, squirming as you thrust into him. You pant, watching as he falls apart on your strap. He cries out, tucking his head into your neck as he cums with a cry. He spurts sticky white ropes onto his soft stomach, some hitting you. His cock twitches against your stomach, softening. He lets out a low whimper, holding you tightly as he pants.

“Ah- buttercup- mm-” he murmurs softly. His blissed out expression turns into a guilty and embarrassed one as you look down at him with a mix of disgust and shame. You pull out of him slowly and he whines softly, chasing after the toy. You look down at him, before getting out of bed.

“Buttercup- ‘m sorry-” He starts, beginning to apologize for how fast he finished, shame turning his face even redder. You take the harness off, and slam it on the nightstand before leaving the bedroom.

“Y/n, please-”. He starts, moving on the bed so he sits up. You look over at him as you stand in the doorframe. His face is still slightly flushed, his eyes watery. His expression is pleading, like he wants you to stay. You sigh.

“Goodnight, Karl.” You say flatly, before leaving and shutting the door. You walk a few steps over to the living room, before flopping onto the couch, exhausted. You yawn, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. You shift the couch, unaware of his muffled sobs as you try to drift off to sleep, your heart heavy. The couch is uncomfortable, but it's better than having to sleep in bed with Karl. You try to purge the image of him from your mind, him sweaty and flushed and covered in his own cum. His eyes pleading adorably, his body so soft and malleable.

Because you hate him.

Right?

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Fill out the empty spots with characters/people! Send me an ask, DO NOT DM. You can use my Masterlist's fandoms or you can use another fandom that I will add. Again, you must send me an ask to make it official.

31 days. 31 different kinks.

That's enough Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Henry Cavill. Give something else.

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(Thank you @softboy5393 for the background banner and the prompts!)

Day 1: Degradation & Leg Grinding -- Karl Heisenberg x Male reader

Day 2: Office Sex -- Boss Henry Cavill x Employee Male reader

Day 3: Cockwarming, Begging -- Bucky Barnes x Male reader

Day 4: Public Play/Sex -- Brennen Taylor x male reader

Day 5: Bondage Kink -- Dom! Tom Holland x Male reader

Day 6: Face & Throat-Fucking -- Chris Evans x male reader

Day 7: Thigh-fucking -- Dean Winchester x male reader

Day 8: Soft Sensual Sex, Body Worship, & Comfort -- Chris Hemsworth x Femboy male reader

Day 9: Hate Sex -- Chris Evans x Brat Male reader

Day 10: Buttplugs and Lingerie -- Dean Winchester x Male reader

Day 11: Cosplay Sex & Pet Names -- Dean Winchester x Male reader

Day 12: Monster Fucking/Biting -- Vampire Hiram Lodge x male reader

Day 13: Somnophilia/wet dreams -- Steve Rogers x Male reader

Day 14: Humiliation -- Dom! Tom Holland x male reader

Day 15: Domination, Edging, & Cock Slapping -- Sub! Top! Peter Parker x Dom! Bottom! Male reader

Day 16: Suits, Ties & Masturbation -- Andy Barber x male reader

Day 17: Aphrodisiac -- Ransom Drysdale x male reader

Day 18: Begging Kink -- Sub/top Sebastian Stan x dom/bottom male reader

Day 19: Double Penetration/Threesome -- Steve Rogers x male reader x Bucky Barnes

Day 20: Sugar Daddy Sex -- Bruce Wayne x Femboy male reader.

Day 21: Butler x Master -- Henry Cavill x Male reader

Day 22: Phone Sex & Teasing -- Dabi x male reader

Day 23: Window Sex -- Chris Hemsworth x male reader

Day 24: Possessive Sex -- Jasper Hale x male reader

Day 25: Royal Kink (Knight x Prince) -- Knight Sebastian Stan x Prince male reader

Day 26: Attention Starved Sex -- Hiram Lodge x male chubby reader

Day 27: Werewolf Breeding & Mating Press -- Werewolf Fangs Fogarty x Human Male reader

Day 28: Size Kink -- Steve Rogers x male reader

Day 29: Piercings & Nipple Play -- Jason Todd x male reader

Day 30: Overstimulation -- Carlisle Cullen x Chubby Male reader

Day 31: Orgasm Denial, Vibrators, & Oral Sex -- Clark Kent x male reader

Bonus: Teacher x Student -- Sub! Top Clark Kent x Dom! Bottom male reader

Once October comes, I'll post these on their days.

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Electric Love

Plot - Out of everything you could be afraid of, it’s thunder and while you find it stupid and childish, Karl finds it rather cute as it’s a free card to get to hold you and mess around to “take your mind off of it”

Fluff & Smut

Warning - Fear of thunder, Karl being a cocky little shit, teasing, smut, praise kink, degradation, pet names, dirty talk, biting, unprotected sex (stay safe people), 

Pairing - Karl Heisenberg X Fem!Reader

[ I was feeling fluffy then I was drawing him on the side and now it’s smutty. Rough smut next? ]

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You had been dreading it all day, the storm that had been brewing and stirring since around lunch time. The dark clouds twist and only get darker as it starts to shift into night. You stand in front of the window of your room, staring out at the forest and ever darkening sky above. The natural hum of the factory had always kept you at peace but with the storm coming in you were on edge. When the rain started to come down you only grew more anxious as you tried to focus on the factory noise and the idea of your lover coming back soon. 

The rain outside only got louder, beating against the glass of the window Your heart’s racing in your chest as you back up and head to your bed. The room lights up with the flash of lightning as it carves its path across the dark sky. The thunder follows too quick and makes you jump, nearly falling and missing the bed had you not caught yourself. Your hand presses to your chest as you let out a shaky breath and settle on the bed. 

When another round of lightning passes you’re pressing your hand to your mouth, turning away from the window. You would have drawn the curtains but Karl had yet to fix them from when you two had broken them during a rather rough round of sex. There’s a knock on the door before it opens and the head of your favorite inventor pops in from behind the door. “Hey.” He greets before walking the rest of the way into the room, looking you over behind his glasses. “Still scared of big old thunder?” He muses, removing his hat and placing it on the chair by the door. 

You would have shot him a glare had it not been for the next crack of lighting and roar of thunder that drew a whimper from you. His eyes soften instantly at your frightened state as you can’t help but reach your arm out towards him, making a grabbing motion with your hand. “It’s not funny.” Comes out broken and shaky from you as he strides over to his side of the bed. 

“I know Kitten.” He takes your hand in his, sitting beside you and pulling you close. “I’m sorry,” his voice is soft as you bury your face in his chest. Had you been literally anyone else he would have kept on with the teasing and poking fun, but you meant everything to him and he hates seeing you sad. Karl smiles, knowing that you trust him enough to hold you like this while there’s a storm raging outside. 

Karl leans back against the headboard, looking at the window then down to you as you hold his trench coat in tight fists. Karl runs his hand up and down your back, letting it linger on your lower back every time as he pulls you closer to sit so you’re straddling him. 

His breath fans over the side of your face as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “Let me take your mind off of the scary storm baby.” He presses a kiss below your ear, nipping at your earlobe. He smirks when you take in a sharp breath and your head tilting slightly at his touch. “Atta girl.” He proceeds to slowly kiss your neck, savoring every kiss to driver you crazy about him and make you focus on him and only him. 

As bites up to your jaw his hands trail down to rest on your ass, squeezing just to hear the gasp that leaves you. You can’t help the hum that leaves you as he bites your jaw and raises a hand to gently hold you by the chin to get you to look at him. Your eyes met and he licks his lips, taking you in before pressing your lips together. It wasn’t often that he was gentle when it came to being this intimate. 

You don’t hesitate to open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss while he slowly nudges your hips on his lap. Your breathing gets heavier as he guides you to grinding slowly on him while he pulls back to watch your expression. “Look at you Kitten.” He coos, watching your jaw slack with your soft whimpers, “So good.” He presses another quick kiss to your lips. His hands trail around to grip your thighs, leaving you to shamelessly grind against him while he admires you. “You’re so good for me kitten.” Karl bites his lip looking you up and down with a toothy smile. 

His hands raise goosebumps as they trail up and under your shirt, hiking it up as he reaches your chest. A broken moan leaves you as he squeezes your breasts before pulling off your shirt. He leans in fast, kissing and biting at your collar bone and with the flick of his wrist, your bras undone and off somewhere else in the room. He can’t help but take in a sharp breath when you give a particularly hard jerk of your hips. “Fuck.” You curse, back arching towards him as he bites at your breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth. Your breathing gets faster, more moans leaving you as he gropes you with one hand while he teases your nipple with his tongue, yellow/green eyes looking up at you.

“You’ve been so good.” He mumbles against your skin, pulling your nipple between his teeth before switching breasts. He curses under his breath, now incredibly hard under you as you grind on his clothed member. “You close baby?” He feels the way your hips snap, growing tired with doing the work but chasing the release that’s building in you. 

You nod, moaning when he suddenly bucks his hips up. “Karl.” He gives a cocky smirk again, bucking his hips again before he reaches his free hand down and into your pants, rubbing at your clit. Once more, your hips jerk off rhythm and you moan out his name. 

His assault on your clit is relentless as your pace picks up, more and more moans leave you as you draw to the edge of your release. “Come on Kitten.” He whispers, biting your neck. “Cum for me. Come on girly, come like the slut you are for me.” You gasp, clinging to him as your orgasm hits, your face pressed against his shoulder before he grabs your jaw and gently pulls it back. “Look at me pretty girl.” He forces you to look at him while you come undone on top of him. You moan his name, eyes flickering between being open and being closed.

When it passes, Karl grabs your hips and shifts, making you lay down on the bed. You’re still panting while he stands up, shedding his layers of clothes. Once he’s stripped you two work on taking off your pants and underwear, leaving the two of you completely naked. Karl gets back on the bed, spreading your legs with his hands running up your thighs as he positions himself between your legs. 

“Damn, look at you.” He runs one of his hands over your opening, pulling away slowly to show the string of wetness that comes off it. “So fucking wet for me.” He leans down, kissing you while using one hand ot tease you with his member. “You ready Kitty?” You nod and he slowly pushes into you, connecting your lips again. “Fucking Hell Kitten.” He curses, sitting up as he fills you till your hips touch and he’s fully in you. He doesn’t move for a minute, letting you adjust while he runs his hands over your body. 

“Please.” You beg him, getting him to groan when you shift your hips to get him to move. “Karl please move.” Smirking, Karl leans back just enough to look you in the eyes. 

“Needy tonight huh?” He smirks, slowly starting to move himself in and out of you. The moans he pulls from you has him picking up his pace just to hear more. “That’s it baby, let me hear you.” Your back arches as his thrusts grow faster and harder. You grip his shoulders as he leans over you, his hands propping him up beside your head, caging you against the bed. “Fuck,” he growls, head tilting back slightly as you tighten around him, quickly approaching your second orgasm. 

You moan out his name, eyes closed as you get closer to your release. “Please, please.” You’re begging him to let you go over the edge. 

He’s in love with seeing you beg for him, knowing that only he can make you feel this good. “You wanna cum again kitten? Greedy aren’t you?” All you can do is nod, moaning at his words and the way that he’s driving in and out of you at a pace and strength that has the headboard lightly tapping on the wall behind it. He leans in close to you, finding himself once again nipping at your ear. “I wanna hear you scream for me kitten.” He bites down on your neck, getting you to go over the edge to your orgasm. 

You scream out his name, scratching at his shoulder blades and back as you come undone under him. He can feel your legs shake with the shocks of your orgasm and he lets out a breathy moan as you grip him and pull him to his own release. As much as he hates it, Karl pulls out and finishes on your stomach, left panting and admiring the sight in front of him. 

“Damn, you look so good covered in me.” He smirks, watching your marked up chest rise and fall with your quick breaths. “I’ll be right back.” He presses a kiss to your head, getting off of the bed and walking off before returning with a towel. Reaching out, he runs a finger through the white liquid on your stomach and raises it to your lips. “Can’t let it all go to waste.” Tiredly, you open your mouth and suck on his finger while he uses his other hand to wipe you off. “Good girl.” His eyes wonder away from you and to the window, seeing the storm having calmed down and passed. “How about a bath hmm?” 

You nod, reaching your arms out to him making the grabby hands that he loves so much. He chuckles, picking you up in his arms and striding towards the bathroom.

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

In relation to the newest naga fic,some naga heisenberg headcannons

Naga! Karl heisenberg x reader headcannons

18+ warning!

100% has you give him back scratches whenever he cannot find the spot to scratch. He gets pretty dirty easily so he hands you a warm wet rag and tells you to scrub him when in reality,he really wants scratches

He does get stuck in pipes sometimes,even as a naga-he is pretty thick. Sometimes you can hear him cursing and snapping metal whenever he is stuck

Hates the cold,despises it like he does his sister. He definitely has this old beaten up peice of clothing for his snake half whenever he's forced to go to a meeting. If you make a long sweater for him,he will shower you with attention

big fangs,massive fangs,can and will bite you since he knows he's not venomus(personally I headcannon he's a ball python naga). He uses his fangs to mark you much more and to leave more noticable claims on you

He doesn't have a bed because of this,but instead a personalized corner full of blankets and heating pads to keep him warm

Definitely makes fake rattles in order to make him appear like a rattlesnake whenever he doesn't have his hammer. The lycans are terrified of snakes so he has the perfect defense whenever a lycan tries and goes after him(if they ever get the chance)

He doesn't like to shed,it makes him feel weak and vulnerable so he'd rather be alone while doing it. But if you ever manage to convince him you'd help ,he is very helpful and grateful for it since shedding alone is stressful. Definitely acts like a puppy whenever you finish helping him,will not leave you alone for a good month

He is much more reserved as a naga,he's curious and skittish alot so don't expect him to be all buddy buddy at first,especially if you are also another cadou experiment

Has two dicks,100% and they're not human like. He uses this to his advantage whenever you and him have spicy time. He does lock himself to you until hes finished,has alot more stamina than normal karl because of his naga body

Does not eat cooked meat as much as he does raw,he prefers raw meat and can unhinge his own jaw to eat bigger peices. He doesn't do it alot because of the jaw aches he has after doing it so he prefers smaller pieces for himself

Definitely has made an entire room just for his snake needs,dosen't like being bothered when he has to do something like soaking himself in water or sunbathing or hanging on a pipe while resting. Has a rule for it but when you and him begin dating,he's much less stern about it and gets rid of the rule comepletly

If you are also a naga,he is VERY happy about it but doesn't show it if its the first time seeing you. He will do anything in his power to make sure you come back to the factory with him if miranda lets the lords choose who gets you. He's much more happy if you willingly choose him

Snake cuddles? He gives the best cuddles out of any karl minus werewolf karl. Naga karl 100% gives the best hugs and cuddles,very warm and would reccomended napping on him.

He has a much higher sex drive when he's in the mood for it,he really doesn't care if you're busy,he will find you and try and initiate spicy time if you were in the mood

Possessive? Extremely possessive,like to the point he will strike and hiss at the other lords if they get too close,even miranda got in the way once and earned herself a rather angry bite mark

He has his more snake moments,where hes fully in the mind of a snake and will just stay where you are,curling around you or simply bringing you back to his room in order to protect you from unseen danger.

Personally I headcannon him as a ball python naga and ball pythons are a bit lazy and stupid but karl prides himself on being smart and active. But if you manage to get him in a more relaxed state,he will act goofy and more aloof than he normally would

Spicy time is slow and made to make sure you're needs are fulfilled, his tounge is longer and forked so he definitely puts that to good use. Dosen't leave you unsatisfied,wouldn't even let you go if you are still needy for another round

His breeding kink is more prominent along with his need to bite you in order to claim you. Your neck is COVERED with bite marks and hickies before the night is up

If you ever make a hammock for him or an area where he can relax and feel safe in,he will be over the moon for you.

Here he would be a bit more smart and would be more likley to escape with you before ethan arrives,his snake half senses danger and he wants no part of it if you two are together. He's going to be a bit grouchy and pouty when he does escape with you but reasurance and love will make him see the brighter side

Duke and him are good friends here,duke helping karl figure out what's good for his snake half and whats not good.

This man has so much body wash it puts teen women to shame,theres so much and he's a clean freak when it comes to his own body. Sureley Not because he accidentally fell into a pile of rotted bodies and had to handle that horrible smell

My mans has CLAWS,sharp nails,definitely uses his gloves to hide those for a good chunk of his life until you come along and help him with his self image.

Pointy ears,he can wiggle his ears and they perk whenever he's listening to you

Bleps,the whole tounge sticking out of mouth thing cats do? He does that since sometimes he will flick his tounge out to sniff the air but forgets to pull his tounge back into his mouth. This leads to cute moments with him looking adorable while trying to be scary and terrfying

Has a huge thing for pred/prey. He will act like he's hunting literal food when finding you,however it's more fun when you act like food. He makes it enjoyable for you both when these little hunts happen

Wonderful upside down kisses whenever hes hanging from a pipe on the ceiling of the room. He tends to scoup you up sometimes when he is hanging from a pipe,these moments are the softest because he trusts you enough not to do anything while he's like this

Shirtless probably all the time after you and him get together,he probably slips up sometimes when you both weren't in a relationship. Teases you about it relentlessly when you see it and have a rather positive reaction to it

[a-n-conrad]

Pet (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

[Summary: After being gifted to Heisenberg, you manage to survive his games. From there you start to develop an interesting relationship. And as you start to play the role of his pet, things get a bit interesting. (She/Her pronouns)

Warnings: SMUT, unhealthy relationship dynamics, Author belongs in horny jail, Reader has “female” anatomy, themes of pet play, swearing, biting (Blood), reader is losing her sanity a bit, spanking, oral (both receiving), hair pulling, unprotected penetrative (vaginal) sex

Request: Literally, not a single person asked for this. You only have me to blame.]

You felt a bit foolish, being in the situation you were in. You had been one of the people gifted to the “Lords” of the village to do with as they pleased by Mother Miranda. You had to admit, when you were frightened, even more so when you were handed over to the infamous “mad wolf-man”. He had quite the reputation. But unlike the others, you had proven yourself useful enough for him to keep you around, instead of experimenting on you or feeding you to his lycans.

You survived at first by staying out of his way. It was like a game to him. Heisenberg liked games, and you adapted to them rather quickly. At first, the game was to be the perfect assistant. You’d clean, cook, do minor repairs, and stay out of his way as needed. You were there when he needed you to do something, you’d do it perfectly, and then you’d be out of his sight. And he’d try to catch you slipping up, making you nervous with whispered promises of the punishments that awaited you if you did.

It was an odd dance, having to learn the ins and outs of Heisenberg’s moods. Learning how to tell when he was in a bad mood, and when he was in the mood to joke. And as time went on, it seemed that there were more days when he was in the mood to sit and banter with you. And you started to bond a bit, less as captor and captive, and more as something close to friends, though you wouldn’t necessarily call it friendship.

Eventually, he started to grow a bit fond of you, occasionally joking with you that he had started to see you as a pet. He’d grin a bit as he called you pet names, names that were somewhere between affectionate and demeaning. He’d pat your head, like he was praising a dog, when you did something right. He had even joked about making you a collar to show the rest of the Lords that you were his pet.

You knew you probably should’ve hated it. You should’ve gagged at the idea of a collar, and you should’ve hated his pet names. But you didn’t. You found yourself grinning when he called you a “good girl”. You leaned into his touch when he’d pat your head. You could feel yourself losing your sanity. You had to be insane to feel this way, but as you got to know Heisenberg, you found yourself feeling as though it was worth it.

Karl Heisenberg was an interesting man, and one you had to admit that you were fascinated by. He had a biting form of humor that had become much funnier as you realized you weren’t in the danger that you thought you were, and you could hear the intelligence behind it. His jokes were always at least a little clever, as long as he could keep his head. He was complex, with motivations and actions that didn’t always match. And his emotions were so complicated that you were pretty sure he hadn’t even started sorting through them, choosing to instead deny their existence.

He was a mess of a man. He got mad enough to throw metal scraps of rusted metal around the room when an experiment went wrong. He’d rant for hours about the issues he had with his “family”, having to hold himself back from breaking things when he got to Alcina. He felt as trapped as you did. He thought of letting his appearance go as an act of rebellion. Because of that, he’d go a full week without washing his clothes, letting the blood and oil stain the fabric until it might as well be dye. And he didn’t sleep for days sometimes, choosing instead to stay up all night in his workshop, only leaving when he starts to border on collapsing.

But between his anger issues and dysfunction, you saw something in him that you weren’t sure that even he saw. You saw it in the sparkle in his eyes when he figured out an issue that had been bothering him. You saw it in his sleepy groans when he woke up in the middle of the day after staying up all night before. You saw it in his smirks and smiles as he thought of something clever to say.

He was charming in his own way. Not in the way you thought of charming. He wasn’t elegant like Alcina, but he was warm. He was like a fire. Volatile. Deadly. Beautiful. And warm. And perhaps you were a bit of a pyromaniac, as you found yourself staring into a fire pit, longing to see the damage it could do if you let it free. You wanted to see what Heisenberg could do to you. You wanted to let him.

- - - - -

You were a bit suspicious that you weren’t hiding your feelings very well. Heisenberg was clever, and he was incredibly observant. He needed to be. His “family” didn’t exactly get along with him very well, and knowing what you knew about his “siblings”, they would’ve taken any opportunity possible to kill him and take his place as a favored lord. So he was constantly on his toes. And that meant that you were sure that he had noticed you were acting a bit off recently.

And you were sure that he had figured out exactly what was causing you to act that way, by the way that he teased. There was a glint in his eyes when you started to get flustered that was new to you. The way he smirked at you as he praised you, his hand resting casually on your arm for a few more seconds than before. He had even gone through with his collar joke, though he hadn’t given it to you to wear.

He’d wink at you as he held it in front of you, though. It was a silver chain that was about an inch thick, made into an easily adjusted necklace by the extra bit of chain that hung through the loop. The extra bit of chain that also worked as a built-in leash. He’d hold the collar in front of you, dangling it casually from one of his fingers when you started to get sarcastic with him, making comments about how his “pet” needed to be put in her place. And you’d try your best not to show how much you truly wanted that.

It had become another one of Heisenberg’s games. You could tell that he knew. And he knew that you knew that. So the game became how long you could go without breaking.

“So, kitten,” you jumped a bit as Heisenberg appeared behind you. You were making dinner, and had thought that Heisenberg was still working in his shop. He usually didn’t leave for dinner until you came to get him if he ate dinner with you at all, “You seem a bit spaced out. Care to tell me what you’ve got on your mind?”

You could say what you really wanted to. You could say that you wanted him to rail you until you couldn’t walk. But that would end the game. And Heisenberg only liked to end games if he could win them in a satisfying way.

“Nothing you need to worry about, sir,” You muttered, finishing the food you were cooking and pulling it off of the stove, “Just lost in thought.”

He hummed a bit, noticing how you refused to make eye contact. That wasn’t new, but you weren’t usually so awkward about it, “Come on, pet. I’d like to know if you’re planning your escape or something,” A bit of metal began to dangle in front of your face and you knew exactly what it was, “Honestly, (y/n), I really might have to put this collar on you if you’re going to be keeping secrets.”

“It sounds like you’re just looking for an excuse to put a collar on me, Karl,” You had gotten a bit bold, knowing that the line of how much you could get away with was quite a bit further back, “You can just admit that you’re into that.”

He chuckled a bit, resting the arm that he was holding the collar with on your shoulder and leaning into you just a little bit. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him. You always wondered how he was always so warm, living in this factory, surrounded by the cold metal walls, “I don’t know, pet, you haven’t been protesting quite as much. It seems like you may be coming around to the idea. Maybe you’re projecting a bit.”

He had set his chin on your shoulder by the end of his statement, his breath brushing against the shell of your ear. It had sent a shiver down your spine, and you could tell he felt it by the satisfied hum that passed his lips.

“You’re not arguing with me, kitten,” he purred as you failed to muster up a rebuttal, “Is that what you want? You want me to put the collar on you? Do I need to put my needy little pet in place?”

Fuck. You shifted a little, trying not to make the throbbing between your legs obviously. You were trying so hard to think of a comeback, but the teasing had been going on for so long that you were reaching your breaking point. You wanted him to fuck you so badly that it made you look stupid.

He grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to face him. It was so much harder to keep a poker face when you were looking into his eyes, when you could see that glint in them. The kind of glint that made you think he wanted to eat you alive. And you wanted him to.

“If you ask like a good girl, maybe I’ll give you what you want,” his voice came out so much smoother than usual. It intimidated you a bit, knowing that he was holding himself together so well. You knew that there was no way your voice was going to come out nearly as smooth.

“I’m not going to beg, Karl,” Your voice was shaking, but you tried to hold your cool. He always had fun when you talked back a little, and you were hoping that translated to this situation as well. And the wolf-like grin that grew on his face told you that you were right.

“We’ll see about that, kitten.”

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You weren’t quite sure when the collar had appeared around your neck. Somewhere between the kitchen and Karl’s bedroom, though, it had snaked its way around your neck, even though his hands never seemed to leave your hips. You were a bit too occupied trying to keep up with his ravenous kisses.

His lips were latched onto your neck as he pushed you through the door to his room. You landed on his bed soon after with a slight bounce. You had been in his room before to clean, but the context was different now. The actual room itself was entirely irrelevant, as Karl climbed on top of you, throwing his hat and glasses to the side, not caring where they landed. All you could look at were his eyes, glowing bright yellow as he looked down at you.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten how much of a fucking brat you’re being,” he growled, looking down at you, “You’ve earned yourself quite the punishment.”

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, biting just below the hickey that was already forming on your neck. He growled a bit as you squeaked in surprise, biting down a bit harder. You both felt when he broke the skin, and something told you that the mark he was leaving was entirely on purpose. He didn’t want anyone to doubt who you belonged to. His fingers dug into your skin, one hand holding your wrist above your head and the other digging into your side just above your hip. You had a feeling you would be covered in marks and bruises in the morning, and you were alright with that.

He pulled your clothes off quickly, throwing them to the side of the room. He wasn’t wasting any time, so you were pretty sure he had ripped through a seam or two on your dress. And he didn’t hesitate to rip your underwear completely in half.

He threw you around so much easier than you had expected. You knew that he was strong, you had just expected it to take at least a little bit of effort. You supposed that you shouldn’t have underestimated his inhuman strength, because in seconds he had flipped you, moving you so that you were on your hands and knees in front of him. You were entirely vulnerable in front of him, entirely bare as he remained fully clothed behind you.

It was weirdly hot, being at his mercy. He wasn’t a good person, and you knew that. In fact, there was still a feeling in your chest reminding you that he could kill you whenever he wanted. But that didn’t matter at that moment. The fear just made it better in some sick way. You knew you were insane, you had to be, but if insanity felt this good, you were going to accept it.

“Now, kitten, be good and stay quiet through your punishment, and maybe you’ll get a reward,” he stated, sliding his hands from the place they were resting on your waist to rest on your ass instead, “Do I make myself clear?”

You nodded in response, not trusting your voice as his hands slid further down, reaching the back of your thighs, one of his thumbs dangerously close to your pussy. His hands were callused, so as they slid across your skin, it created an interesting sensation. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head as his thumb brushed lightly against your clit, and you heard him chuckle a bit at your reaction. However, before you could enjoy yourself too much, he pulled his thumb away, sliding his hands back up to your ass.

There was a pause for a few moments, and you felt his eyes scanning your body. They always seemed to feel so much more intense than anyone else’s gaze ever could. Before you could get self-conscious, though, one of his hands raised from its place, only to come back down hard. The smacking sound echoed through the entire room, and you couldn’t hold back your yelp.

“Now, now, pet, I thought I said to keep quiet. I’ll let this slide once because you’re cute, but any more, and I’ll have to add some more punishment,” he cooed, grabbing the leash of the collar around your neck and pulling it towards him. He leaned forward until he could actually look at your face, seeing the tears prick at the corners of your eyes already, “I’d hate to break my toy right away, so try to behave.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond before shoving your head down into the bed and resuming your punishment. You bit your lip, trying your best not to actually break the skin, as you did your best to stay quiet. You were a bit surprised by how much you enjoyed it. After the first few, the pain started to melt away, hidden behind a numb tingling that sent electricity shooting through your whole body. And it was pretty obvious to Heisenberg as well, when slick started to drip down the inside of your thighs.

You lost count before he stopped, but it couldn’t have been more than fifteen. He let out a satisfied hum as he looked at the handprints that were already starting to form, rubbing his hands gently over the forming bruises. You almost started purring as his hands continued to slide across your body.

“You’ve been such a good girl, kitten,” he praises as he moves your body, eventually making you stand in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed, “Do you want your reward now?”

You nod, far too gone to even try to not look like a desperate fool. He looked proud of himself, seeing you so needy and bare in front of him. It was like a work of art. You had never seen so much admiration and need in his eyes. It wasn’t love. But it was need, and want, and possession.

“Ask nicely.”

You were too desperate to argue. You needed him more than you could remember needing anything, “Please, sir.”

You swore you saw the bulge in his pants twitch at the word “sir” and the glint in his eyes confirmed your suspicions. The grin he gave you showed his teeth, highlighting his fangs like a predatory animal about to lunge.

“Good girl,” He drew it out, shifting his body so that his legs were spread as far as they could be comfortably, before commanding, “Kneel.”

You do as you’re told almost by instinct. It was almost as though your body moved without your brain giving it permission. You had been entirely possessed by your lust. And it only got worse as his hands moved to unzip his pants, only removing enough of his clothing to free his cock.

“You want this, don’t you?” He looked almost amused as your eyes locked onto his cock. You were practically drooling over it. He almost laughed as you nodded, “Enjoy your treat, pet.”

He leaned back a bit, his weight being put on one of his hands, positioned a bit behind him on the bed. He looked so casual as you moved your hands to timidly take the place of his own, which had previously been holding his cock in place. He had to admit you looked adorable, needy and desperate as you kneeled between his legs. You were practically drooling for him.

You started out a bit slow, which surprised him a little. The little kitten licks and kisses felt good enough for him to close his eyes to savor it. However, from the smirk that had formed on your face by the time that he opened his eyes, he realized that you were planning on teasing. He wasn’t about to let that slide.

The hand that he had rested on the top of your head tightened its grip on your hair. “Watch it, kitten. Don’t be a tease,” He growled, pushing your head down a bit until about half of his cock was in your mouth.

With that, your willpower to hold back faded, and you took the rest of him into your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat just a bit, making you hold back a gag. And as you looked up at him through your lashes and found him smirking down at you, you could tell that he saw it. You reveled in the soft groans that slipped past his lips when you finally got to work, swirling your tongue around as you bobbed your head. You moaned as he pulled your hair, the vibrations causing him to curse and pull your hair even more, “Fuck, kitten, you’re pretty good at that.”

You continued like that for a few more minutes, his grip on your hair getting tighter and tighter. The salty, bitter taste of precum started to hit the back of your throat, making it a bit harder not to gag. But the sounds that slipped from his mouth fueled you even more. You felt proud, hearing how much he was enjoying himself. You almost felt a bit disappointed as he pulled you off of him by your hair, causing you to whine loudly.

“Aw, don’t worry, kitten,” He says, patting your head, “We aren’t done yet. Why don’t you lay down and let me take care of you? You’ve been such a good girl.”

You do as you're told, without saying anything. As you had gotten into the mode you were in, playing the role of Heisenberg’s pet, talking seemed unnatural. It felt right to listen to his commands, obeying him like a dog. So you laid on your back, spread out and completely bare. And you couldn’t hold back the yelp as he grabbed your hips and yanked you roughly to the edge of the bed, so that as he kneeled in front of you, his face was entirely level with your pussy.

You saw that glint in his eyes again as his warm breath hit your already dripping core. You were getting reckless, trying to inch your way closer to speed up the process, only for his grip to tighten on your waist, holding you in place. He had an iron grip on you, and you were thankful for that as he licked a broad stripe up across your pussy before diving in, focusing almost all of his attention on your clit.

You were practically screaming his name as swirled his tongue around your clit with dexterity you didn’t think was even possible to possess. His hands were definitely leaving fingerprint-shaped bruises on your hips, but at least they were holding you in place as you involuntarily started to buck your hips and arch your back. You could feel the knot tightening in your abdomen, your hands ripping the sheets so hard you were a bit worried that you were going to tear them. He slid a finger into you, hitting at just the right angle to make you squeal. You honestly couldn’t think of a time that someone had made you come undone quite so fast, but you certainly weren’t complaining as the tangled nerves in the pit of your stomach finally seemed to snap.

Karl had to admire you as you came, your head thrown back and your legs shaking. Your skin was practically glimmering from the thin layer of sweat that was already clinging to it. He couldn’t help the pride that flooded into his chest as you started to come down from your high looking absolutely destroyed. He wasn’t done yet, but he was glad to see he had it in him to affect you this much.

He slowly stepped back, his eyes never leaving you as you laid on the bed, trying to catch your breath. He made sure to lock eyes with you as he slowly stripped the rest of his clothes off, layer by layer. By the time you recovered, he was finally taking off his necklaces, dropping them onto the pile he had made with the rest of his clothing. Despite his strength, he wasn’t exactly ripped. His arms were fairly muscular and defined, but he had a bit of squish around his stomach. His body was coated in a layer of body hair, the bits of silver shining in the dim light of the room you were in.

He was attractive in the rugged way that made it make sense that he smelled like metal and cigar smoke as he crawled on top of you, keeping pace as you inch yourself further up the bed. It was only once you had settled into place that he leaned down, kissing you feverishly. It escalated with every second, the hand that he wasn’t using to support his body weight roamed your body. It wasn’t long until his hand was moving your legs, angling your hips to make it easier for him to line himself up with your entrance.

He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to slowly push himself into you, watching your reaction as you slowly adjusted to his width and length. It didn’t take you long to adjust, though, and he could tell when you did. He started off slow. It surprised you how gentle he was being, but you didn’t mind at first. Before long, though, you were craving more. You wanted him to use your body.

“Please,” You whined, “Harder.”

He grinned a bit at your begging, recalling your declaration that you wouldn’t beg. He honestly couldn’t tell what part he enjoyed more, the win he had earned or seeing you beneath him, begging for him. Either way, he wasn’t going to deny you what you wanted.

So he leaned back, shifting his weight to his knees so that he could grab your ankles. He pinned your legs to your chest. As he slammed into you, much harder than before, you could tell just how much the angle had changed. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as he continued to thrust into you. Your moans got louder, and he started to groan a bit too, cursing under his breath as his thrusts got a bit uneven.

“Fuck, kitten,” he breathed into your ear as he leaned down, your legs on his shoulders. You could feel him twitching inside of you, getting close to his own ending, “You’re such a good girl.”

You couldn’t help yourself as your hands moved to scratch down his back, digging your nails in as deeply as you could. He responded by biting into the same place he had earlier, a bit of blood from before sticking to the corners of his mouth. With a few more rough thrusts, his teeth sinking a little bit deeper into your shoulder, he finished. And the two of you both started to relax.

After a few seconds of you both catching your breath, he pulled away, rolling to the side so that he could comfortably lay on his back next to you. It was an awkward few moments, both of you laying there in near silence, only for him to break it with, “We should probably get that bite cleaned up, huh? My bad, pet. I forget how fragile you are sometimes.”

And with that he got up, moving to gently take care of you. He cleaned up your bite mark, and helped you clean between your shaky legs with a damp washcloth. It was a whole new side of him as he helped clean you off, making sure that he hadn’t been hurt too badly. And after a few minutes, when you had been cleaned enough that you weren’t actively uncomfortable, he climbed back into bed and wordlessly pulled you into his chest.

(A/N: So... um. I'm sorry for this. This is my second smut ever and I needed to get a bit... self-indulgent so my brain would stfu.)

[spooky-raccoon]

Well Deserved Cuddles (Karl Heisenberg x F Reader)

I absolutely can and have been thinking about this for days so thank you @sirlsplayland​

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        Karl Heisenberg wasn’t one who usually asked for something.  He just tended to either make what he needed or work on getting what he wanted.  Especially, when it was from someone else.  Unless it was something explicit of course.  He was a man of consent after all.  With his new helper as well he was very keen on making sure she was comfortable. She had been pretty helpful and good with the tools he had provided her which he admired.  The two had gotten close in the months they had been working together.  Sometimes extremely close.  Right now was different though and he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He didn’t want to take her to his chambers to bump uglies, but for sometimes what they would do afterwards. Cuddling, maybe some tender kisses. Just the sweet stuff.  He didn’t know how to go about asking though and that was making him feel antsy.

        He stood up from his worktable and strode his way over to her room where she did her part of the work. She particularly enjoyed coming up with new schematics and testing on smaller scales if they would work.  He found her hunched over the table, a pencil in hand and a drafting T ruler in the other.  A radio on the corner was playing some oldies she had managed to find CD’s of in some junk piles one day.  He could even hear her humming along mostly in tune. That was her way of being in thought and part of him felt he could take a step back to go back to not bother her. It was probably just silly and bothersome to interrupt for something trivial like cuddling.  He didn’t get a chance though.

        “Either that’s a lycan at my door, a Soldat who’s lost its way or you Heisenberg.  Two of the three I’ll smack out of here with a broom.” She set her pencil down and turned, a smile on her face that he had seen before, but now caused his heart to thump in his chest.  “How goes your end?”

         “Oh you know, the usual. Slow and steady, but I think it’s coming around.  Your fancy schmancy detailed paperwork helped out a bit on a part that had me lost.” Heisenberg leaned on the door frame, looking to play cool and relaxed.  His hat tilted back, and he let his sunglasses slide to the front of the bridge of his nose.  “How about you there?  Seem to be really into it and you know, I’d hate to interrupt you.”

        That laugh of hers and the way the lamp on the table hit her face made it light up even more.  “You and I both know that’s not true, Heisenberg. You seem to enjoy coming in when work is heavy, but work is going well.  Just finishing up some last details though I was thinking of taking a break to give my eyes a break.  I’ve been at it for a few hours now and they could use it.”

        “I see, I see.”  He flicked his head to knock his hat back in place and he pushed his sunglasses back up.  “Well, I was thinking that maybe, well.  You and I could, perhaps.”  A frustrated huff escaped through his nose, and he raised a hand up in an annoyance, at himself for the most part that he just couldn’t get the words out.

        A brow raised on her face when she realized he was almost fidgeting and when some of the smaller bits of metal around him started to vibrate.  “Did you want to have some fun?  Is that what you want to ask?”  She leaned against the table, her hands linking together.

       “No, no.  Not that.  I was thinking that we could, maybe, if you wanted to of course.”  He took off his glasses with one hand and ran the other over his face, resting over his eyes.  “I can’t for the god damn life of me figure out why this is so hard to ask for God’s sake.  I can ask you if you want to do the damn horizontal tango with such damn ease, but this is so damn difficult.”  Larger bits of metal joined the smaller pieces and it started to hover at around shin height.

       “Well, for one, calm down and collect your thoughts.  You don’t think too well when you get antsy like this.  What is it you want?”  She stood up from her chair and went up to him.  That seemed to only make his heart pound faster and swore if it wasn’t for the sound of the metal maybe she could hear his heart thudding away as she put her hands on him arms.  “Go on, Heisenberg.  Spit it out, I know you can.”

        He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.  He ran the sentence a few times in his head and when he opened his eyes again he was looking down right at her.  “Would you like to come back to my chambers to maybe… cuddle…. ��with me?  Just cuddle. No funny business.”

       She looked surprised by his question, but the look went away and was replaced by something gentle. Something sweet and it made his worry of asking start to melt away.  “Yeah, that sounds really nice.  I could use some cuddling right now.”  She linked her hand with his and the two made their way back to his room.

       The bed squeaked as the two got comfortable on it and for a moment he wasn’t sure what to do. Usually, after sex things just slipped into place like it was a step.  She seemed to though and she laid her head on the crook of his chest and shoulder with her arm draped across his stomach.  One of her legs laid over his while his arm went to hold around her back with his hand pressed into her lower back.  “Your heart is racing, you know that?”  She sound amused; her fingertips making absentminded patterns that he could feel through his shirt.

      “Yeah, yeah, just ignore that.  It’s nothing to worry about.”  He gave her a gentle pat on her back, nothing mean but to just hopefully get her to drop the topic.

       She was quiet for a good while and the two had just enjoyed the comfort of each other’s arms. Though, she looked up at him and he had already been looking down at her to just admire the moment.  His heart had calmed a bit, but now started up again. “Were you nervous to ask me to cuddle with you, Heisenberg?”

       He sighed and knew she would pester him about it if he didn’t give an answer.  “Yeah, yeah I was doll face.  I just didn’t think you would want to, and it felt, well, silly to just ask for it without having sex.”

      “Heisenberg, that’s not silly.  I promise.” Her hand reached up to his cheek where she ran her thumb across his cheek bone.  “You can ask me any time, alright?  No need for the nerves.  You’re pretty nice to cuddle with if I do say so myself, and I do.  Relax that chrome casted heart of yours for me.”

       His heart this time skipped a few beats, but he did indeed calm down.  “I’ll see what I can do.  Now, relax. You said so yourself that you’ve been busy for hours.  You deserve to rest those pretty eyes of yours.”

       “And you deserve to have this.”  Her arm went back around him, and her head went back to where it had originally been. Perhaps she was right.  Maybe he did deserve the love that was dangled in front of his face for years and ended up being lies.  He would have to think on it like everything else, but for now he would enjoy this.

[persephonedasilva]

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

(AN: Reader is female. I've had this torturous thought in my head for several days now begging me to share it on here.)

WARNING: Forced abortion, kind of graphic, sad Karl and Reader, Mirander being a grade a scumbag, maybe something else?

You and Karl were careful when you had sex, but you still wound up pregnant.

Fear struck both of you. You'd do your best to hide your pregnancy, not wanting Miranda to know about your child/ren.

It goes well for a few weeks. You hide your bump under loose clothes.

However, all good things come to an end. Miranda finds out.

She calls for a family meeting.

Karl is late as usual, so she has time to tell the other lords that he needs to be restrained. They must do whatever they can to stop him.

Miranda appears at the factory doors with several large lycans. She doesn't make demands, just has them bust in.

You try to hide in the lower floors, but the elevator has malfunctioned. She captures you, dragging you all the way to her lab.

"Did you honestly think you could hide it from me? If I can't have my daughter, you can't have your child/ren." She speaks coldly, tying you down.

You beg and plead, crying. Your words fall on deaf ears as Miranda sets up an odd but sinister looking machine. She injects you with a drug.

Shockingly, Miranda has an assistant. He's terrified into obedience. He holds the probe of the ultrasound machine, showing your child/ren at a mere thirteen weeks old. You cry harder, trying to get the assistant to help you. He's too scared.

Miranda forces a large catheter into your vagina, then through your cervix that's been dilated just enough for it. You whimper in pain, bleeding a little from a small cut. The ultrasound screen showing the catheter by your baby(ies).

Miranda started up the machine. It makes whirring and sucking sounds. Your baby(ies) are sucked out by their legs, their torso(s), their arms, and finally their head(s) You wail at the loss the entire time. She stops the machine once there's no more life in your womb.

"You're free to go." She says to the assistant. He's pale, shaking, and he's crying. He hurries out as fast as he can.

Miranda leaves you strapped in. She goes to the lords, commanding them to stop their assault on Karl.

"Mother Miranda, what is the meaning of this?" He questions angrily. Karl is severely beaten but he still stands.

Miranda says nothing, just leads Karl to where you're still tied down. He stares in horror. There's blood in the tubes, in the jars. He sees the chunks of his child/ren in them as well. By the time his brain functions again, Miranda is gone. You've gone quiet, the loss too much for you, tears still falling.

Karl has just come in though. He falls to his knees, screaming as loud as possible. Metal floats around you two. He sobs, tears finally spilling from his light gray eyes. This hurts worse than the cadou ever had.

Finally, the pieces of metal fall to the floor, clanging loudly. Karl pulls himself up. He stumbles over to you, ripping off your restraints. He first ever so carefully packs up the tubes and jars, hands shaking, but not dropping anything. He places it all into a box, setting it on your abdomen. Then he picks you up, carrying you to where the other lords are. They heard him and stayed out of curiosity.

He gently lays you onto the pew, then pulls out one of the jars. "Are you still loyal to Miranda now?! Huh?! This is what she did to our child/ren while you three obediently kept me from protecting Y/N! Are you happy now?!"

They're quiet and ashamed, heads bowed. "You all want to talk sh*t to me and yet you're suddenly silent?! Cowards!" Before Karl can continue his rant, you weakly call his name. "Let's go home." You say just loud enough to be heard.

Karl decides that's best for you. He gently packs the jar, then carries you back to the factory. He lies you in bed. "I'll be back in a moment. Try to rest." He whispers.

Karl leaves with the box. He buries the broken, bloody bits of your child/ren. He hasn't stopped crying. He feels numb inside, just like you. But he knows he needs to take care of both of you. He needs to kill Miranda.

Right now, he needs to sleep, and to mourn. You do too. He joins you in bed, holding you close, almost painfully tight.

"I'm so sorry. I was too weak. I promise you. I'll get stronger. I'll kill her. And I'll get revenge for our child/ren." He tells you. You say nothing, just close your eyes. Karl does too. He knows that this is only the beginning. He WILL avenge the baby/ies you two lost tonight.

(AN: I hate my brain. I hope you do too.)

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Jealousy Blossomed our Relationship

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic. I picked this GIF cause he looked hot.

Pairings: Bryan Dechart x Male reader

Requested: Yes or No?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: jealous Bryan, detective kink, rough smut, bottom male reader, top Bryan, death threats (Not really), and maybe yandere Bryan-

Word Count: 3168

Summary: Who would’ve thought, M/n and Bryan’s relationship started through jealousy and sex.

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad. And sorry for any errors that were present.

If you like what I write, how about checking my masterlist.

Keys:

M/n: Male name

F/d: favourite drink

C/n: Character name

C/J: Color Jacket

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This is basically a yandere fic. But without any deaths.

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“28 STAB WOUNDS! YOU DIDN’T LEAVE HIM A CHANCE, HUH?! DID YOU FEEL ANGER? HATE? HE WAS BLEEDING, BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY, BUT YOU STABBED HIM, AGAIN AND AGAIN!” Bryan said, yelling into the microphone with headphones on. And doing hand motions to mimic what Connor would be doing in the game.

‘That’s hot.’ you thought, looking at Bryan. Also, trying to hold in your laughter. ‘This is going to be a meme one day.’ you thought.

“Please, please leave me alone.” the other actor said, whimpering. Voice cracking a little.

“I KNOW YOU KILLED HIM. WHY DON'T YOU SAY IT?” Bryan was getting into it. He had been saying the same thing 5 times till it was perfect.

“Please, stop.” the actor said, voice cracking again. “CUT. Great job Bryan! You guys can go on break,” the director (?) said over the speaker in the room.

“That was nice, Bryan!” You said, complimenting his acting. He gave you his famous smile. “Why thank you, M/n. Say, when will you appear? In the game.” Bryan said, tilting his head to the right.

“Aw, you want me to be with you? Don’t worry, I’ll be in the next chapter,” you said the first part in a cooed voice. Bryan blushed a little from you.

“Uh, yeah… sorry I have to go.” Bryan stammered, walking away from you. ‘What happened?’ you didn’t have a clue on what just happened.

You shrugged it off and went on with your day. From the corner, Bryan’s heart was beating rapidly. He always had feelings for you. But was too much of a pussy to confess. ‘One day. One day, I’ll get the courage.’

He walked from the corner to follow you into the break room. You were there talking with the voice actor for Gavin Reed (AKA racist against androids), Neil Newbon. You both were laughing while eating and drinking for f/d.

(Neil is also the voice actor for Karl Heisenberg in Resident Evil. Daddy KARL-)

Bryan looked at you two with envy. He poked his cheek with his tongue out of jealousy. He clicked his tongue before interrupting your and his conversation.

“Hey, M/n! Oh, hey Neil.” Bryan said, smiling at you, but that dropped when he turned to Neil. Neil took notice of this but didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Bryan!” you smiled and waved at him before returning to eat. “Hey to you too,” Neil replied but was ignored instead. Bryan paid no attention to him, only you have his attention.

There was tension between the two males. The atmosphere was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You didn’t take notice.

“So, how are you doing?” Bryan said, putting his chin on his hand. He looked at you with love in his eyes, waiting for you to respond.

“Well, I’m doing good! I can’t wait to start the next one!” you exclaimed with eagerness. “I can’t wait for you to be in it,” Bryan replied with a smile. (?)

You and Bryan talked most of the break. Neil just sat there being the third wheel. Which was awkward, well it’s awkward to everyone to be a third wheel. ‘Bryan shows up out of nowhere and decides to IGNORE me and TAKE m/n attention from me!’ Neil looked at you both in jealousy.

Neil likes it when you give your attention. But he doesn’t like you that. He just wants attention.

The break was almost over, but Bryan had one more thing to ask. “So, M/n. Have you been dating anyone recently?” Bryan said, hoping that you’re still free. Maybe Bryan is getting the courage to ask you out.

“Uh, no… I’m not dating anyone currently,” you mumbled nervously. Playing with your fingers, but Bryan was ecstatic about it.

‘Maybe I have a chance after all!’ He screamed with excitement. You noticed how Bryan was happy about you not dating anyone?

‘Why is he happy about me not dating anyone?’ you thought as Bryan was doing some kind of victory dance. He stopped after noticing you’re looking at him weirdly. Neil just didn’t say anything.

You always had a crush on the tall brown-haired male, but you always thought he had a thing for Amelia. Since they’re always together. (they are good together! Again, this is fiction)

You were about to say something before the director (?) came in. “Alright, everyone! The break is over, we’ll be working on finishing the chapter then we’ll move to the next one.”

Everyone nodded before leaving the break room and going back to doing what they planned to do.

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Y’all worked for 8-12 hours to do the chapter. Now, it was time for you to join in on the fun.

- “Excuse me. Do you know what time Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives?” Bryan said, in his Connor’s voice.

- “Depends on where he was the night before… If we’re lucky, we’ll see him before noon.”

- “Thanks.” Now, this is where you come in.

- “Who are you? And why are you on Lieutenant Anderson’s desk?”

- “Huh? Oh. Who are you? And the name is C/h. Hank’s son. Now, answer my question, ``Who are you?”

- “My name is Connor sent by Cyberlife. I’m here to assist in the Deviant cases.”

- “Mmm.”

- “I thought Lieutenant Anderson only had one son? He never mentioned you.”

- “After Cole’s death, he cut all ties with me. And I’m here to visit him to try and reconnect with him. And maybe give him a piece of my mind.”

- “He told me about his death. The reason he dislikes Androids.” (Is that the reason?)

- “Well, don’t worry, detective, I don’t hate your kind.” When you said, “detective” that made something switch on.

“CUT. Okay, that was great, but can I get that one more time?” The director (?) said, through the speaker.

Y’all did it until it came out perfect and ready to be used in the game. After 5 hours (IDK how long it takes) of doing the same thing over and over, it was finally perfect.

“Alright, everyone! That was perfect. We’ll continue this tomorrow.” The director said, bidding everyone goodbye.

You took off the headphones and proceeded to the door. “Hey, Bryan! That was really fun! Can’t wait to continue tomorrow.” you said, grabbing your stuff.

“I always have fun whenever it's with you,” Bryan mumbled under his breath. “What was that? Say that again?”

“I- Uh-” Bryan fumbled over his words. He was blushing hard and his ears turned red. “I gotta go,” he said, running off. “Uh-? What happened?” you said, confused. He did the same thing early.

“Mmm, not sure. He’s been acting weird lately. More than usual.” Neil said next to you. He was confused as much as you. ``Also ignored me and sent me a glare whenever I was near M/n.”

“Come on m/n. It’s time to go.” Neil said from the door. “Okay, I’m coming!”

Meanwhile in one of the bathrooms.

“WHY! WHY!” Bryan yelled. His voice echoed in the empty male’s bathroom. He slammed his fist on the sink counter.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His left/or right eye twitched, veins popping out, and his face red with anger.

“Calm down, Bryan, calm down,” Bryan said to himself, trying to calm down his breathing. He took deep breaths in and out. Inhaling and exhaling. “My time will come…”

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Bryan walked outside into the neighbouring park. Taking in the fresh morning air, trees sway in the wind. He was wearing a black jacket with black pants. (Totally not creepy, am I right?)

The place was usually empty during this time of the day. But there were people still out like parents and their children. Bryan could hear the laughter and cries of kids in the distance.

He then found himself staring at the children playing in the playground. They were playing around and chasing each other.

Bryan laughs to himself. ‘I wonder what I and m/n would be like with kids… Well, adopted.’ he said to himself. But Bryan had to leave, he looked really shady.

Bryan left the playground and walked around a little more. He had to go soon but then he saw you.

You were wearing C/J and jeans. He was gonna go talk to you but then, he saw someone else with you. It was Neil. ‘WHY MUST HE RUIN EVERYTHING?!?!’ Bryan growled.

He decides to listen in on your conversation. He hid behind a tree to watch.

Y’all weren’t talking about anything interesting or something that would worry Bryan. He thought he has hiding good, but Neil noticed him.

Neil could see the love in Bryan’s eyes. Now he understands why Bryan acts weirder than usual and why he was sometimes aggressive towards him. Bryan was jealous. ‘I’m gonna have some fun.’ Neil smirked at Bryan.

“You know, you really cute today, M/n⁓,” Neil said, touching your soft hair. Your eyes widened and blushed a little.

“W-what? I-... don’t know what to say.” you stammered, jaw dropped. This continued, Bryan was fuming with anger. He gave Neil a death glare from behind the tree. Neil just smirked before grabbing your hand and taking you away.

‘THAT BITCH!’

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Bryan was slowly losing it. His anger was about to burst in all its fury.

Neil continued and continued to flirt with you whenever Bryan was near or listening. Neil would just smirk at him. ‘It’s like he knows!’ Bryan was going to give Neil a piece of his mind.

It was another day of successful progress on Detroit: Become Human. But to Bryan, it was awful. Neil kept stealing you away. Bryan had to do something. And no, it doesn’t involve murder… probably.

Neil was sitting on his couch scrolling through Tiktok, watching people being absolute idiots. Then he heard the doorbell ringing.

“Ugh!” He complained, not wanting to get up. He got up and walked to the door, opened it. There was nothing there but a letter. “Huh?” Neil picked it up and walked back inside, closing the door.

Neil stared at the envelope before tearing it open. In the envelope was a detailed drawn picture of Connor and Gavin. But it showed Connor stabbing the hell out of Gavin. ‘Well the picture is beautiful but the subject is horrible. Can draw better than me.’

Then there was another piece of paper, “STAY AWAY FROM M/N! HE’S MINE!” it said in big red letters.

Neil wasn’t stupid, he knew who send it. Who plays Connor? Bryan. “I’m gonna have to talk to him tomorrow,” Neil said, throwing the letter away and leaving the picture on the counter.

The Next Day

Bryan was walking before getting pulled by the arm. “What the-” when he looked, it was Neil. Bryan immediately wanted to leave. “Wait, wait! Let’s talk.” Neil pleaded.

Bryan sighed and gave Neil a look that said, ‘Just get on with it.��

“Okay, I know you sent me that letter and that you have feelings for m/n. I have seen the way you look at him. And don’t worry about me, I don’t like him like that. I was just teasing you.” Neil admitted.

Bryan stood there shocked and embarrassed. But he was also relieved to know that Neil didn’t have feelings for m/n. Bryan didn’t want to get his hands… dirty… if that would be the case.

“You should tell him before someone else does. And he also likes you. Heard him moaning your name.” Now, Bryan was even more shocked and blushing.

‘He feels the same! I- I-’ He was having a mental breakdown. Neil patted Bryan on the shoulder, but before leaving, he said, “Oh, he also likes it rough.”

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You noticed that Bryan was acting more thrilled than usual. You then got a text from Bryan.

“Meet me at my place, I have something to tell you.” - Bryan

“Uh, okay?” - M/n

You were suspicious about this. ‘What does he want to talk about?’ but you went to his place either way.

There you are standing at the door waiting for him to answer. Kicking the ground, still waiting for him. Then the door opened, revealing Bryan. “You can come in.” He gestured to you.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” You said, sitting on the couch getting comfortable. Making eye contact with him.

“Well, uh…” Bryan was trying to form the words, scratching his head. “Well, you see… I see you more than a friend… and I always liked you… I got jealous whenever Neil would flirt with you.” Bryan said, shaking.

“So, I was wondering… if we could get together? It’s okay if you don’t want to-” Bryan was cut off by you pressing your lips against his. Your soft lips shut him up.

“You can stop your rambling. I like you too. I've liked you. And yes, I accept your confession.” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck.

(SMUT PART)

Bryan smiled before pulling you back into the kiss. He wrapped his somewhat muscular arms around your waist. The kiss then turned into a heated makeout. His tongue was poking your teeth asking for entrance. You gladly did.

His tongue invaded your mouth, you just let it happen. You pulled to get some air, there was a saliva strand connecting both your mouths. Both your eyes were filled with lust and want. Want each other.

“How about we take this to the room?” Bryan said in a deep husky voice. You tighten your hold around his neck signalling a-okay.

He picked you up and carried you to his room. Once there, he sat on the bed with you straddling his lap. Still in a heated makeout. You both began to strip naked. You admired Bryan’s slim but muscular body. While Bryan did the same.

You left behind love marks and hickeys all over Bryan’s milky white skin with him doing the same. Both claiming ownership of each other.

You began to trace your tongue down Bryan’s chest, down to his pants. Bryan groaned as you inch closer to his beast.

He had a big noticeable bulge. You were impressed by how large it was. ‘I was not expecting this!’ you thought before removing his pants.

Once his pants were out of the way, you could see his big bulge in full view. You decided to be a tease. You began to trace your tongue against his cloth cock. Bryan growled, “Stop teasing!”

You smirked at him before removing his underwear. You were met with a big cock. It looked to be 8 inches long, and very thick. It had one big vein that led to the tip, delicious pre-cum leaking out, and big cum-filled balls ready to be drained of its essences.

You could feel the heat radiating off his cock. You traced your finger along the vein, his cock twitching as a result.

You gave kitten licks to his tip and licked the sides. Smearing the pre-cum all over. Then you swallowed his whole cock. Bryan was taken by surprise. “Oh, fuck…”

“Your warm mouth feels so good, m/n!” Bryan moaned and threw his head back in pleasure. Never experienced anything like this. You bobbed your head faster, your cock was twitching in your pants.

Bryan could feel his release coming but he wanted cum somewhere else. He pulled your head up, he was even more turned on with his pre-cum all over your lips. “Want to cum somewhere else. And you know where.” Bryan whispered into your ear.

You smirked at him. “Oh, I definitely know where,” you said, getting off the ground and removing your pants. It was then Bryan noticed something in your little hole.

‘Is that a dildo?’ you (for some reason) forgot to take it out. His cock twitched more. “Come get me, detective.” You said “detective” in a seductive voice. That set him off.

Bryan launched himself at you. “I guess I don’t have to stretch you. Already stretching for me.” Bryan growled as he moved the dildo inside you before pulling it out. You whine at the emptiness.

“Heh, don’t you get something much bigger,” Bryan said into your ear. With one thrust, he pushed his whole cock inside.

You felt it right there, touching your prostate. “Mmm… cock is right… there! It’s by… my prostate!” you moaned, clenching around him.

“Even though you were already stretched out. You’re still so fucking tight.” Bryan groans. Your hole clenched and unclenched around him.

“Be rough. Fuck me.” You said, face flat on the bed and gripping the bedsheets. And that’s what Bryan did. He thrust into you roughly, hitting your prostate dead on.

His girthy cock split you open as it kept going in and out. “So warm and tight.” Bryan groans as he thrust faster into you.

You gripped the sheets tighter as Bryan gripped your hips tighter. You could feel his cock twitch inside meaning that he is close. “C-cum… i-inside me.” You whimpered. The room was filled with moans, groans, grunts, and skin-slapping.

“I’m close!” Bryan exclaimed, thrusting harder. “M-me too!” You moaned, clenching around him. You were breathing heavily as Bryan was inching closer to release.

“HERE IT COMES!” you could see white. Bryan’s cum filled you up. Painting your tight velvet walls in white. Like a canvas. You came all over the bedsheets. You could feel his cum pouring out as he pulled out. Bryan then collapsed on top of you and laid by your side.

“That was amazing,” Bryan said, wrapping arms around your waist. You turned over to face and nuzzled your face into his neck. “I love you, Bryan. Please stay with me.” You said before falling asleep from exhaustion.

“I love you too, M/n. Don’t worry, I’ll always stay with you… you’re mine.” Bryan said before darkness consumed his vision.

THE END

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The smut part was kind of rushed but I still hoped you liked it!

Requests are open again. And I need to work on Kinktober.

A/N: I hope this was good! Anyways, bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

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Showers (Karl Heisenberg x Reader)

[Summary: You love Karl Heisenberg completely. And because of that, you are more than willing to put up with his quirks and flaws. However, you make sure to try everything in your bag of tricks to help him take care of himself a bit better and deal with his trauma. That means you have to come up with a plan to help distract him while he showers so that perhaps he can enjoy it a bit more. (They/Them pronouns)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), shower sex, oral sex (male receiving), swearing, depressed/traumatized Heisenberg, gender-neutral reader

Request: From my request survey (https://forms.gle/D9rsJtkERoBPaKvv8)]

Karl Heisenberg wasn’t exactly the easiest person to be in love with. You both knew it. He got angry easily. He would lock himself in his workshop for hours at a time. He was overly protective often, and wouldn’t let you wander without him there to protect you. He forgot to pick up supplies much more frequently than you’d like. And he was terrible at taking care of himself. He didn’t make it easy for you to care for him, but that never stopped you.

Part of it was that you were truly, unbelievably in love with him. There was no way that was changing over some minor annoyances. But part of it was that you were fucking stubborn. Karl had a habit of pushing people away. You didn’t know if he even knew it, but he seemed to try and push away anyone that got too close. You didn’t know what it was or why he did it, but you knew it wasn’t good for either of you. So you were far too stubborn to let him push you away like that.

So you got into the habit of helping him with all of these issues. You knew exactly how to help him calm down when he was upset. You’d find ways and excuses to drag him out of the workshop to take a break. You made sure to reassure him that you were safe whenever you went out. And you always made sure to gently remind him when you needed supplies. But the biggest thing that you made sure to do was to help him remember to take care of himself.

You made meals for him often and would bring them down to his workshop so that he didn’t have an excuse to not eat. You’d bring him water and other drinks, occasionally bringing him a chamomile tea or something of the sort when he had been avoiding sleep. You’d tend to any cuts on his hands, and you’d give his hands massages after he’s been working for hours, to help him avoid getting cramps. Your biggest challenge, however, was to get him to shower.

Heisenberg hated showers. It wasn’t the idea of hygiene that was the issue. It was a mix of a lot of other things. He was tired most of the time when he came back to the living area, far too tired to convince himself to go shower. His body ached, and the water pressure in his factory was, well, aggressive. And while he would never admit it, Karl was incredibly self-conscious. He hated having to look at himself while he washed. Part of it was that he didn’t like the way he looked, but most of it was the scars. A lot of those scars he didn’t quite remember getting. But he knew where they were from. And the thoughts of the experiments that Miranda did on him haunted him every time he had to look at his scars.

So you had to find ways to make showering a little less painful for him. You just weren’t really sure how to do that. There were a few little tricks that you had tried. You had tried getting him soaps in smells that he loved and that made him feel confident. You tried rewarding him for taking care of himself with extra cuddles. You had even tried getting him to shower with most of the lights off so he wouldn’t have to see the scars. None of that really seemed to work. So you were on to your last resort. Distraction.

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“I’m back,” Karl sighed as he dragged himself through the door to the living quarter. He had just run for supplies after a long day of working on his experiments. You could tell that he was exhausted. And you also knew, from the layer of sweat, grease, and dirt clinging to his body, that there was no way that he was going to feel better until he took a warm shower and washed himself off.

“I’m glad you made it safely,” You responded, knowing you needed to ease him into the idea of a shower, “How was the supply run? Anything eventful happen?”

“Not really,” He sighed, setting the bags down on the table in the kitchen, starting to unpack the food and things that he had bought, “The Duke made me go to the middle of the village. My guess is that he was hoping for some drama from the villagers acting weird around me, but most of them just steered clear. I have no issues with them right now as long as they don’t get in my way, so there wasn’t anything to entertain The Duke.”

“I wish he wouldn’t use you for entertainment like that,” You sighed in response, helping him put everything away, “You have enough to deal with. You shouldn’t have to deal with him treating you like a circus animal.”

“Yeah, well, I’m used to it. It’s better than being a lab rat,” He responded, the bitterness in his voice being clear. All you could really do to respond was to nod, a slight frown on your face as you thought about his childhood once again. It always made you angry to think about, but it wasn’t helpful for anyone for you to get upset.

The two of you continued to unpack the supplies in warm silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It rarely was when the two of you were together. It was just that neither of you had anything to say. You were just enjoying each other’s company, enjoying being near each other, without having to fill the air with mindless small talk. It was only after you had put everything away that you finally broke the silence.

“Why don’t we hop in the shower, and then we can relax a bit,” You suggested gently, “You’ve had a long week. We should take some time to relax.”

He looked a bit uncomfortable and unsure at the suggestion, but didn’t outright object. He just winced. He understood that he needed a shower, but the look on his face told you that it might take a bit more convincing.

“I’ll join you if you want,” You said, winking at him, “I could use a shower too, so perhaps we could make things a bit more fun.”

His eyes widened a bit at that, and you saw his thoughts get a bit conflicted. He still wasn’t excited about the idea of having to go shower, but he was never one to turn down sex. He was entirely enamored with you, he thought you were the most attractive person he had ever seen. You watched the debate happen behind his eyes, trying to decide if he hated showering more than he loved seeing you nude. Eventually the part of him that just wanted to touch you all the time won out, and you saw the debate end. And he nodded in agreement to your plan.

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You got the showering running while he got himself undressed. You had figured out the temperature of water that both of you liked a while ago, so you managed to get it right much quicker than Karl could. You couldn’t do much to help with the insane water pressure, but getting it to a decent temperature made it a much nicer experience.

Karl hesitated at the edge of the water flow when you were both ready. Something about actually stepping into the shower was one of the hardest steps for him. Because of that, you made a point to help him with that. You grabbed his hand and guided him into the shower with you, pulling him a bit closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him in for a quick kiss to distract him while he started to get used to the feeling of the water running down his body.

It took a few moments for him to adjust, but eventually you felt his muscles relax under your fingers as you ran your hands across his body. You took that as your cue to start getting him cleaned up. You started with his hair, which got greasy pretty quickly. You rubbed the shampoo into his hair, massaging his scalp in the process. He seemed to relax even more, enjoying the feeling of you playing with his hair. The feeling seemed to be doing well enough to distract him.

You normally try to get in and out as quickly as you can when it comes to helping Karl shower, and usually that means forgoing things like conditioner. But this time, you had a feeling that you had the time. So as you finished with the shampoo and slowly washed it out of your hair, never stopping your massages in the process, you grabbed your conditioner from the shelf. Karl didn’t use your soap very often, but sometimes when he was feeling especially sad, he liked to. It made it so that even if you weren’t right next to him, he could smell you.

You massaged the conditioner in, taking extra care to note exactly what motions made him relax extra. You took the opportunity to detangle a few of the knots in his hair as well. Using your fingers to gently pull the knots apart. Before long, his hair was soft and detangled, and he had been fairly relaxed the whole time. He hadn’t said anything, still fairly on edge, but he was much less tense than usual.

It was once you had moved on to the body wash that you could feel the tension returning to his body, despite your effort to massage his tight muscles. His whole body tensed each time your fingers ran across a scar. You watched every muscle in his back turn hard as your hand ran across a large scar on his hip. You needed to find a way to help him relax, before the calm mood was ruined completely.

You ran your hands across his chest, turning him to face you and taking a break from washing him off. He looked at you, a bit confused as you did. You just smiled at him, a smile that you knew made his heart melt a bit. The kisses you left softly on his neck did wonders on distracting him as well. He seemed tough, rigid like the metal he worked with, but when you were soft with him, he melted in an instant. So you just had to be soft.

You continued your care, leaving soft, small kisses across his collar bone. His hands started to wander, grabbing at your body as his own started to relax a bit. You finally felt his shoulders relax as one of your hands began to wander as well, sliding from his chest to just above his belt line. One of his hands raised to your face, pulling you by the chin into a kiss. It wasn’t rough like his usually are, but it was passionate in the soft and loving way.

As he pulled you closer, careful not to make you slip on the wet flooring, you felt something poke your leg, his erection catching your attention clearly. You had implied something a bit more intimate to bait him into the shower, so perhaps it was time for you to make good on that promise.

He raised his eyebrows as you slowly lowered yourself to your knees, sliding your hands down his chest as you did. You made sure to add a few kisses to his chest and stomach on the way down as well, your lips catching a slight taste of soap, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t ignore. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, a small smirk finding its way onto your face as you started to slide your hands a bit lower, following the path of his hips to where his legs meet.

He was watching you intently, his mind far removed from the normal complaints of a shower. The only thing he was thinking about right now was you. He watched carefully as your hands moved to his cock, handling him gently at first. You gave him a few light pumps, getting a feel of just how aroused he was. The small drops of precum that appeared almost instantly were a pretty clear sign of just how much he wanted you. And you weren’t about to deny him what he wanted.

You started with a broad lick across the length of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head when you reached the tip. He groaned loudly, his hands finding their way to the back of your head in an instant. You took his tip into your mouth, still swirling your tongue around him. You could feel his impatience as his fingers started to dig into the back of your head as he tried to resist the urge to push your head down further.

Teasing was never something that he handled well, getting impatient quickly. He liked to take control, taking over completely if you teased him too much. Normally, you enjoyed it, but this was meant to distract him, meant to give him a chance to relax. So you yielded to his need, taking him a bit deeper into your mouth, making sure to maintain suction as you started to bob your head up and down.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” He groaned, pushing your head down just a bit more. You couldn’t help but savor the look of him, practically melting in your hands. His eyes were almost rolling back in his head as you took him all the way into your mouth, fighting your gag reflex as he reached your throat.

You moaned in response, the vibration making him groan again. The taste of his precum in the back of your throat was bitter and acidic, a sharp contrast to the clean smell of the soap clinging to his body. However, all you were truly thinking about at that moment was making him feel as good as you possibly could. You wanted to make him come undone completely in your mouth. And you were going to do just that.

You had to take a moment to breathe after a while, though, pulling him out of your mouth completely to do so. You looked divine, though. That was all Karl could think of as he watched you. The line of saliva trailing from your mouth to the tip of his cock, the look of your chest raising and falling harshly as you tried to catch your breath, the water clinging to your skin, all of it was perfect. You were perfect.

He almost lost it completely when you took him into your mouth again, the feeling of your tongue and the inside of your mouth wrapping around him was almost too much. You could feel it in the way his dick twitched in your mouth, and you hummed a bit to add a bit of extra sensation. He was getting close, so you would encourage him, edge him closer until he broke his resolve.

The hand on the back of your head was helping you along, setting a pace that he was enjoying as he pushed your head down the length of his cock. You made sure to keep the suction, and to continue to curl your tongue around him. He was cursing under his breath as you did, clearly losing his control. The shaking in his legs was another clear sign that he was reaching his finish. You were just enjoying turning him into putty in your hands. The sounds he made were music to your ears.

“(Y/n), I’m gonna- fuck,” He groaned out, giving you a bit of warning. You hummed in response, a sign that he had permission to spill himself into your mouth. And he did just that, the hot, sticky substance shooting straight into your throat and he held your head in place, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

Saliva and cum dripped out of the corners of your mouth as you pulled your head back, letting him fall from your mouth. The line your saliva formed, connecting your mouth to his cock was clear. It only broke when you closed your mouth again, swallowing deeply to clear your mouth out, but never breaking eye contact with Karl.

His pupils were still blown wide as he watched you catch your breath. He never took his eyes off of you. But his body was relaxed, the tension in his muscles had entirely dissolved, and instead of the normal far-off look in his eyes that he usually had when he was trying to stay calm, they were entirely focused on you. Your plan seemed to have worked.

“We should do this more often,” You said, an amused grin clear on your face.

“I agree,” He replied.

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