CW: Suggestive, mention of murder, mention of drugging, touching.
Word Count: 1,999
Summary: I'm finally back sorry for the month long wait, we finally got part 5!
-Masterlist-
GENERAL RULES
When you woke the next morning you were alone. A feeling of relief washed over you. Believing for a moment that the previous night was merely a nightmare. Only when you looked around did your reality come crashing back. Realizing you were still in your captor's home.
Heisenberg had gotten up early that morning to the sound of a ringing phone. He quickly answered in fear of waking you again. With his back facing toward you he sighed. “Good morning Mother,” He grumbled letting a hand stretch down his face. “To what do I owe the honor of this call.” And this early, he thought to himself. The tap of metal hitting wood could be heard on the other end, the sound making goosebumps rise on his skin. She was oddly quiet, “Heisenberg, you sound tired. As far as I know you’re not one to sleep often, did I wake you?” A voice finally spoke. Karl froze, was she already on to me? There’s no way someone spotted him, he made sure of that. “Uhm, no,” He decided to reply, clearing his throat, “Jus’ been busy s’all.” He waited for her response but none came, the tapping continued and a hum of acknowledgement was all he got. “If,” She suddenly spoke, making him close his lips before he had the chance to ask the reason for the call. “If you are not sleeping surely you remember the meeting today. The one that I had mentioned started, oh I don’t know,” At her words his face went pale. He forgot about that meeting, too preoccupied with you. “Twenty minutes ago! Twenty minutes you’ve had your mother wait, that is unacceptable!” He heard the aggressive sound of his eldest sister's voice.
“Yes, thank you Alcina.” Mother Miranda spoke finally. “My apologies mother, I- '' He started but was quickly interrupted. “Get here now.” And with that his mother's voice cut out.
“Shit.” He quietly cursed himself, shuffling around the bedroom as he got dressed. Just before he was about to leave he turned his head to look at you. He left a note next to the phone explaining he wouldn’t be back for a while with a small p.s letting you know there’s food in the kitchen. With that he placed a small kiss on your forehead and left the factory.
You noticed a note on the table in front of you and grabbed it hesitantly, as if it would attack you if you grabbed it too hastily. Only to scoff at the words on the paper. Surprised that you hadn’t noticed the phone the night before you held it to your ear. There was a group of ‘Soldiers’ in your village, mainly pestered to provide additional help. But if you were to make a distress call you’re sure the people of the village would come to your rescue. At least you hoped so. Your mind wandered back to all the people who warned you of ‘Karl’ saying he was dangerous and not one to be messed with. God how you regret not taking their words to heart.
You dialed the number into the rotary phone, the whirs and clicks oddly calming your nerves.
“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” You heard the familiar gruff of your captor's voice speak. The sound of chilled wind could be heard whipping through the monitor from the other side. Little did you know Heisenberg kept close tabs on the electric signals from the phone since he left you with it. Only letting the radio waves from that device travel to him.
“What?” You said almost breathlessly, “Are you some sort of policeman now?” You started to stutter afraid of the answer. You quickly became confused though. If he did work with the soldiers in your village, what are the odds that you’d call him specifically. That couldn’t be a coincidence, and he knew it was you he called you ‘sweetheart’ so quickly. He had to know it was you. So why did he answer? You were sure you dialed the soldier station, right?
You heard the man on the other end pish at your question. “Nah, far from it sweetie.” He spoke casually snow crunching below his feet as he approached the villager Mother Miranda had him sought out. “Your phone redirects to me every time you make a call, I know which number you dial too.” Of course he knew you’d call for help once you got a phone. Heisenberg wasn't foolish.
You pulled the phone away from your ear, staring at the phone in horror, you tried to suppress a whimper as your lip trembled. “How?” Your voice cracked.
Your brain tried to rack up an answer but it all came to a blank. “Oh, I have my ways, baby.” He chuckled.
You hung up the phone, slamming it down onto the receiver. The ringing sound of the dials singing as you stared at the phone. You felt your knuckles turn white and your jaw clench in anger. ‘Just how thorough was this psycho!’
You let out an aggressive huff, almost a yell as you swung the door open to explore the factory. “Hell maybe I could gain an advantage if I can navigate myself around this shit hole.” You spoke aloud. I mean It would be useful to know where to hide if he tries chasing me.
You spent the whole morning checking around the place. Most of the doors had no handles, and as expected were locked. The only available options being long hallways and the occasionally open door. Even so, you looked rigorously, the fucker had to have made a mistake some how. But no matter how long you searched there wasn’t a single crack.
No help will come. For now you had to come up with a plan, maybe you could slip past him or swipe a set of keys while he wasn’t looking. You’d try to find a weapon but there aren't many sharp or heavy objects to use. And a lot of the kitchen drawers were either swiped clean or locked themselves. Meaning the knives were out of your reach. Your mind hadn’t faltered yet though, ‘Just how am I gonna bust one of these puppies open?” Face scrunching in thought as you stared intently at a metal cabinet.
You remember the spatula and quickly retrieve it. Spending a long while trying to wedge it through the cracks in hopes of opening the blasted thing. It didn’t work though. You sighed tucking the metal handle away in your shirt and ventured on about the limited space available. Behind furniture, and tucked away in corners you searched but always came up with nothing. Well that and a flimsy thirty-two lei statched in a rusty box.
You could see the sun start to set from the industrial windows above you. The room cascading into darkness before the flicker of artificial lights illuminated the space again. You’d been feeling hungry, occasionally taking trips to the kitchen to peer at the food, only to decide otherwise soon after. ‘If this man could tap into a landline he could most definitely poison a meal.’ You thought.
Still your stomach began to growl, your limbs feeling heavy by the second. You decided to sleep to avoid having to deal with your circumstance, and hunger.
When Heisenberg came home, you were still sleeping. He had seen you when he went through the rooms, cooing quietly at the sight of you sleeping so soundly. Reluctantly he walked away. After last night he was determined to keep you calm around him. And you waking up to the sight of him drenched in blood after the day's activities would be less than ideal. Besides, he'd need his jacket tomorrow anyway, and other fabrics needed to be cleaned. He rubbed his temples with his hand. What he really wanted right now was to snuggle up next to you in bed, but low and behold the day wasn’t over yet, not for him at least.
After he threw all the crimson fabrics into his automatic washer he approached the rotary and rotated the dial to tell his mother of the man he slaughtered in the woods for her. There’s been more of them lately, each of them adorned in tactical gear wielding heavy duty weaponry. While his mother wasn’t too concerned even she had to admit they were becoming a nuisance.
Around half an hour later he came back to the room, a tray floating beside him holding a platter of diced meat, fresh bread and cheese. “Rise and shine buttercup, got us grub.” He exhaled, sitting against the headrest and bending to plant a kiss to your head.
Groaning in response you squint your eyes open. You fell asleep alone so the dip next to you and the gentle caress of your head had you startle awake.
You sat up quickly, scrambling to the side of the bed frantically at the sight of the man. But he stayed still, staring at you ominously. His gaze never faltered even as you curled your knees and peeked at him from behind your legs.
The man sighed and broke contact, tray floating into his hand. “What do you want?” You asked voice meek and raspy with sleep. He looked up at you, his expression seemingly shocked that you spoke first. Or at least the epitome shock what with the large loaf of bread he was eating blocking your view of his lower face.
He swallowed what he had in his mouth and ripped you off a piece, “Have you eaten? Got it fresh, figured you wouldn’t want canned food.” He said, wiggling the piece of bread in your face. Your stomach growled and you felt your mouth salivate, you had missed dinner yesterday due to your.. Kidnapping, and you didn’t eat all day today, so hungry was an understatement. Nevertheless you looked away from him and the food. Like hell you would eat any of this, he could’ve easily slipped something into the food and right now your senses are your only means of defense. “I’m not hungry.” You replied voice low. You tightened your arms around your legs when he groaned. His hand fell to his lap and he looked down for a moment letting out a long breath.
You flinched when he whipped his head up, his eyes looking directly into yours making your stomach churn in discomfort. “Nah, you’re eating.” He said placing the tray in front of you, “I’m not letting ya starve.”
He felt himself get angry, what were you trying to do? Starve yourself out of this? Were you that desperate already? The more he thought about your distaste for him fueled his rage. How could you be so stubborn, he’s given you so much already, his own creations have less freedom than you. Well whatever you were plotting, Heisenberg wasn’t gonna let it slide. You were gonna eat whether he had to force the shit down your throat or not.
You never grabbed the tray though. Looking at it apprehensively before turning your attention back to your captor. You felt a chill run up your spine. His expression made you uneasy, he looked inscrutable. You could tell you were getting on his nerves by the way his nostrils flared seeing you back away from the tray. But he tried anyway, head pointing at the tray he flicked his eyes once for it to you, giving you the notion to eat.
“No thank you.” You stuttered nervously. He sighed. “Look, it's good, see.” He spoke, grabbing the tray and taking a bite of the meat. Heisenberg could eat all the food on the tray no problem. But he wanted you to eat. You looked a little less frightened after that. If he ate it then it couldn’t be messed with, right? Even if you didn’t trust it you felt your body cry out for food. You scooted only close enough to reach the food, “Okay..” you muttered.
Summary: This is part four of a long series i'm happy to start! Restless nights with the lord but not in a fun way
A/N: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT THIS IS MY LONGEST CHAPTER SO FAR HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY :)
-Masterlist-
GENERAL RULES
Heisenberg, having lost all patience while reprimanding his monstrosities. Was glad it was over. He huffed out a relieved sigh as he made his way to the bedroom, ready to knock out and call quits on this stressful day.. Only to find the bed empty. Great, he should’ve expected it. He at least hoped you’d be too tired to cause more trouble.
“Alright sweetie,” The sound of his voice bounced into your ears causing you to flinch. “Where are you!” A rasp of aggression in his voice, though he tried to hold it back, he didn’t want to scare you more.
You scanned your surroundings, ‘Gotta hide, Gotta hide now!’ You thought, mind frantic. You were in what looked like a laundry room. Big white industrial baskets filled with bloody fabrics. And two mangled washing machines took up the space. You climbed into one of the baskets, although the thought disgusted you. Your heart thumped erratically. Why was there so much blood?! Your breath became unsteady. You shook as the scent suffocated you. And the tye-dyed material around you trapped you in darkness.
Heisenberg sighed exasperated and began to search. He wasn’t gone too long and you didn’t know the layout of this place so there’s no way you could’ve gone far. He was glad the upper levels of his factory were quaint, not too flashy. Unlike a certain supersized someone he’d rather not think of.
He peeked into passing rooms for any signs. Finding the occasional misplaced item or chair. Only when he got to the laundry room did he get a proper clue. Though he didn’t expect to find you here he still searched. Eventually digging his hands into the laundry baskets one by one to feel for anything off.
You tried to hold in any sounds while you felt him reach in. Hoping not to give yourself away. But when he reached farther than anticipated, and you felt a hand meet your upper thigh. You slapped the offending appendage away.
His eyes went wide as the force hit him, but he quickly realized it was you. Digging both arms into the basket and pulling you out of the soaked bin. “There you are!” He said grunting as he adjusted your weight in his arms. The annoyance in his tone was apparent, “There’s no need to hide, it won't help you none.”
You didn't answer, rather you lifted your feet to his face to push him away from you. “No!” You shouted, too tired to say anything else. Your attacks became sloppy and dull, eyes drooping as you tried to fight your brain to stay awake. He sighed in annoyance and carried you back to the bedroom. “No, sir please let me go..” You whimpered tired. “It’s Karl,”
“And not a chance, we,” He emphasized. “Are sleeping.”
You fought him weakly the whole way, falling asleep in an instant after hitting the pillow.
“I like you.” The chilling voice hit your ears. “I like you.” You felt trapped. “I like you.” You shook violently looking into the eyes of the beast as it wound around your body. “I like you.” You felt yourself fall. Stomach rising into your throat. Then you hit the ground. “I like you.” It stood over you. Eyes wide, watching your every move like you were its prey. You felt your legs tremble as you stood, the feeling of fear ever present. “I like you.” You felt a pleasant warmth hit your back, the bright light illuminating behind you. ‘Freedom, Home, Life.’ Your fears melted away from the warmth. Determination filling your heart. “I like you.” You ran. The light is getting so close yet so far away. “I like you.” The monster chased you with frivor. “I like you. I like you.” It chanted. You reached your hand out to the light. You felt the warmth envelop your body. “I like you.” Its icy grip warped around your body dragging you into the black abyss.
Even in sleep your body knew you were in a dangerous situation. You woke up two hours later exhausted, and panicked. Eyes blown with fear and adrenaline. Only to turn your head and see that your nightmare was reality. Barely stopping yourself from screaming as you moved frantically. Your tired limbs doing little to distance yourself from the man next to you.
The frantic movement was enough to rouse Karl from his sleep. The larger man grumbling tiredly. While normally he could sleep like a lycan, everything that happened tonight kept him on edge. His own dreams being feeble and fleeting, he woke quickly. Lifting himself with one arm and blinking down at your trembling form. Taking a moment to realize why you looked as frightened as you did.
His face softened and he leaned his fatigue form closer to you. “Shh, baby it’s okay.” He slurred. “‘S just a dream, nothing to be afraid of.” You started to sob at his words. Looking into his eyes as you tried and failed to push yourself away. No it wasn't a dream. You were really here, you were actually kidnapped and this wasn’t a dream! You felt Heizenberg’s large hands wrap around you, his hot breath on your shoulder. It was all too real, you started to pull on the sheet for leverage, trying to get out of his hold. But he was too strong. Karl was surprised by your panic for a moment. Wiggling your body a bit to urge you to release the sheets. Only to be met with your fingers clawing into the mattress.
“I’m not gonna hurt you hun.” He sighed, hopefully this wouldn’t become a pattern, he thought. He grabbed your waist and pulled you down with him as he got comfortable on the bed. Rubbing a warm hand up and down your back.
You felt the hairs on your back stand, and your breath quickened. ‘I miss my home, my stuff, my job, my family and friends.’ You thought letting fat tears soak the man's chest below you. “Shh baby, it’s okay, you’ll be okay.” He soothed, noticing the moisture running down his skin.
“What do you even want from me?” Your voice cracked, “I’m not much, you can find someone way better than me if you want company.” Karl didn’t like that one bit. He forcibly hoisted you to look at his eyes, a face of anger across his features, causing you to whimper. “You listen to me,” He started. “You are nothing like everyone else, you are special, and I don’t want all them other, bozos I want you.” He spoke, the tone of his voice demanding, you felt your face go red at his words. “I’m gonna treat you well.” He said cupping your chin. You had to learn to trust him. He never wanted to hurt you. In fact, he was certain that if you would work along, he could make your life a lot better. A lot easier, a lot more fun. He doubted You’d have the money or time to travel a lot, to do exciting activities or buy all the things you wanted.
He could deliver, all you had to do was work along.
Your once shocked features turned to rage. ‘This motherfucker is messed up in the head!’ You thought, “That doesn't mean you kidnap me you ass wipe! No matter how much you like me, I don't like you!” You pushed yourself up, slapping the offending appendage from your chin.
“Well this is a cruel world sweety.” He hummed, enjoying the sight of your thighs straddling his waist. “I might’ve taken you, but if not me,” He said, voice suddenly becoming sultry as he moved his hands up your thighs. “Someone else would’ve. I’m trying to be the lesser evil.”
He was lying of course. While of course evil existed in the world there was no bigger evil than the Lord himself. Well apart from the rest of his “family.” He was trying to be manipulative, he’s seen more abuse than good in the world, torture, murder. He’s seen strong men fall into the pit of misery at his hands.
His words didn’t excuse his kidnapping though. It just made him as much a predator than all the rest in this wretched world. But what could you do? So far he’s been forgiving, other than the aggressive kidnapping he hadn’t done anything to hurt you.. It was true you could have fallen into the hands of someone worse.
You shook your head at those thoughts, he was trying to come out the good guy, like he was doing you a favor. But you were too tired to care anymore. “So what are you planning to do to me?” You sniffled, trying to hold back tears.
Even with all the talk about him being the ‘lesser evil’ he could easily beat and assault you all he pleases. It was a scary thought but not one you could ignore. And if you’re honest the more you're with this man the more you feel that thought would become reality.
“I’m not gonna do anything to you,” He sighed, “I just- I just want a little company, s’all. Closeness.”
Karl wasn’t interested in hurting you. He wasn’t interested in seeing you cowering beneath him, your tears, the fighting. He wanted to make you happy, of course he wasn’t going to let you walk all over him. But he wasn’t planning to hurt you. “You don’t gotta be scared buttercup.” He said petting your cheek.
You forcefully brought your head up. Tears running down your chin with a wild look in your eyes as they bored into his. “You took away my whole life, how can I not be scared of someone who can easily do that to a person, let alone trust them.” You spat your voice cold. How could he possibly believe this was okay? He explicitly disregarded your thoughts and feelings. Treated you as if you were some fancy new toy, and put his own self in favor of another to do as he pleased! Did he really think you’d find him charming?! If this man, this ‘Karl’. Could easily abduct you without repercussion. Steal everything you worked up to, everything you loved.. Then what else could he do?
You didn’t think you’d be able to sleep. Yet you still covered your face, and got as comfortable as possible in your captor's embrace. This was gonna be a long night. Seeing this Heisenberg felt no need in arguing, getting comfortable himself. You’ll learn to trust him eventually. He thought, nuzzling his cheek onto the top of your head.
Summary: Your votes came in for a threesome! Chris won! There was a split decision though so LycanxHeisenbergxFemreader will come soon.
-Masterlist-
GENERAL RULES
The way the two men changed their attitude towards each other after your question. You weren’t left wondering about their intentions. Especially with the way Heisenberg shamelessly looked you up and down. You’ve been intimate with the two of them many times before, but never at the same time. Tonight you decided to test your luck. And by the looks of it, they were happy to oblige.
You felt Chris press himself against you from behind. Wrapping an arm around your waist as he steadily rocks into your ass. Not one to be left out. Heisenberg gives you both one last gleam over before inserting himself against you. One of his hands reaches behind Redfield to push your crotches closer. The other hand slides up your thigh and to your hip. The men grind themselves on you from both sides, keeping up a steady rhythm. Chris seems to be keeping his composure. while Karls erection has been pressing against your sex for sometime. Erupting the feeling of desire into your core as you whined.
Eventually Heisenberg gets fed up with the teasing and pulls your face to his. Tangling your tongues in a sloppy kiss. Chris groans and leans down to pepper kisses to your neck, and you thread your fingers into his hair. “She likes it hard, Redfield.” Karl grunts against your lips. Chris groans and stops the onslaught of nipping and sucking along your neck. “Yeah, I know.” His voice was gruff and irritated. The sound of it makes Heisenberg chuckle and you whine.
“Getting worked up already, Hase?” The nickname rolls off his tongue like silk, causing you to grind harder against him. You kiss and grope at each other until you’re lost on who’s touching you. Not that you mind. Redfield moves away from behind you, both men pushing you back against the wall as they tower over you. Heisenberg wastes no time in pulling out his cock, stroking himself languidly. “Feast your eyes Redfield.” Karl teased in pride. Chris scoffed and pulled himself out. The sight of both of them making your mouth water.
“You’re not on your knees yet?” Karl snarked. Your legs trembled and you slumped to the floor. Redfield wasted no time in pulling both your hands towards their cocks. “Let’s see how much you can handle.” You don’t hesitate, the feeling of eyes on you puts butterflies in you stomach, as if you’re in some erotic film.
Heisenberg tilts Redfield's head in his direction, “Let’s give them a show huh?” You hear Chris hum at Karls words before leaning in. The two men kiss and moan into each other's mouth. Your moans joining theirs as you take Heisenberg into your mouth. Reaching your now free hand into your panties. You grind into your fingers, pulling a drawn out moan from the men above you as they side eye you.
“I’d say she’s plenty interested.” Chris said, pulling away from Karls lips. Hinting at you to stop your ministrations. Heisenberg lifted you off the ground, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You aid him in removing your panties and he smirkes. “Chris..” Heisenberg holds out his hand expectantly. Redfield huffs, “Why do you get to fuck her first?” He grunts, pulling out a condom and placing it in Heisenberg’s hand. Heisenberg smiles deviously at the other man and throws the condom at his chest. “If you’re gonna be a shithead might as well make yourself useful.” Chris gave him a confused expression, “Well? Are you gonna stand there all day or help me put it on?” He snarked. You could feel yourself get impatient as the two men scuffled. Chris taking notice of that with a flushed face. He shook his head and approached. “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” He grabbed Karls cock, making the man holding you groan in pleasure. “Maybe, but I think you like that.” Karl teased before moaning as Chris pumped his hand down his shaft.
“I hate to interrupt whatever this is but can one of you fuck me please.” Your voice annoyed and desperate.
Karl chuckled and squeezed you closer to his chest, “Let’s not keep the lady waiting.” He mused, Chris hummed at that and slid the condom around Karl. Your breath got heavy as you felt his tip rub up and down you sex. Gliding through your slick folds and along you clit, making you gasp in pleasure. You heard a sharp click and looked up to see Karl lighting a cigar. Inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke at Redfield’s face. You gasp and tense. Heisenberg’s fat tip prodding at your hole as he secures his arms around you. one arm holding your hip and the other wrapped along your waist. He spreads your legs wide, and you arch yourself into him wrapping your arms around his neck. Heisenberg leans back, bringing you forwards with him as Chris goes to line up the other man with your pussy.
A rush of adrenaline fills you as Karl pounds into you. You feel pornographic knowing Chris is rubbing himself to the sight of you moaning like a slut. You wanted to prove yourself to them. Show them how freaky you are and how much you could endure, in hopes of this becoming a regular occurrence. But from the position you were in. All you could do was moan and clench around Heisenberg's thick cock as your slick dripped down his balls.
Removing his hands from his cock, Chris reaches beneath you. You hear Karl groan, and then glare at the man behind you, “Keep doing that and I’ll come Redfield.” Chris chuckles darkly. “What, can’t take it? I’m surprised. I didn’t take you for the sensitive type.” Heisenberg gasped and his hips stuttered before he rutted into you harshly. You moaned loudly at the new sensation, your eyes rolling back as a mixture of gasps and moans left your lips. “After all,” Chris continued, “I’m just touching your sack.” He laughed.
Being watched intently by both men made you clench around Karl’s length. Chris put both hands under your thighs lifting you more. You placed your arms around the back of his neck, giving Karl a nice view of your bare chest. He groans at the sight, pulling out of you and taking a knee to begin licking your wet pussy. He places your legs around his shoulders. Plunging his tongue into you, his nose grinding against your clit. Your toes curl and your thighs shake helplessly around his head in tandem with his thrusts. He begins to suck on your clit as you moan. Suddenly you feel Chris run his tip against your folds. Pushing in quickly and starting to fuck your quivering pussy. He hisses as you squeeze around him, Karl keeping up a quick pace on your clit. “Ah, she’s so wet.” Chris moans, Karl moans in agreement beneath you. “I wonder what her ass feels like.” Heisenberg said briefly before continuing to suck you. Chris hums, “Maybe next time she’ll let us fill both holes.” The implication of a next time sends you to orgasm. Thighs jolting and pussy clenching tightly around Chris. He grunts at the intensity pulling you down onto him and coming. Making you moan in ecstasy as he continues to pump his cock deep inside you.
He pulls out soon after, cock twitching, then pulls the two of you down to the floor. Karl rises to his feet. “Let’s see how good you two work together.” He says, slapping your cheek with his cock. Your pussy clenches and you scoot towards him, cum leaking out of you.
You begin to swirl your tongue around the base of his cock. Chris moving to lick long strokes on his head. Pulling back and swallowing the precum before sucking his tip. You watch Chris diligently as you busy yourself with licking and sucking on Heisenberg’s balls. Making a mental note of how Chris knows exactly what gets Karl twitching. When Chris takes him completely, not even hesitating, as if a giant cock wasn’t in his throat. Karl groans, and holds him there until The black haired man gags needing air. When Chris pulls back he opens his mouth to show the man above him the thick cum coating his tongue. “Share.” Karl huffs.
Chris grabs you roughly by the back of your neck and kisses you deeply, swapping the cum between the two of you. You whine as you swallow, only getting a moment of air before Karl forces your mouth on his cock. You place your hands on his thighs and relax your throat as he fucks your face. The action makes your eyes water, and drool to coat his cock and drip down your chin. Chris pushes your face up and down his cock in tandem with the gray haired man's thrusts.
Each time he plunges into you mouth his legs tremble. And you don’t try to stop the gags coming out of you as your drool drips down your neck. And your glossy makeup streaked eyes roll back. Pulling you back to catch a breath, Chris takes your place and gags himself on Heisenberg’s cock. The two of you take turns deepthroating his cock until Karl pulls back himself. Ordering the two of you to place your faces together.
You watch as he jerks himself quickly. Moans and grunts leaving him before his breath hitches and he coats your faces in his cum. He leans his head back for a moment to catch his breath before taking in the sight of you two completely wrecked. His softening cock twitches at the view, but he tucks himself into his pants. “Why don’t you two clen yourselves off?” He smiles.
Chris responds immediately, taking your face in both hands and licking the cum off you. You whine, and lick back, momentarily intertwining your tongues together. Heat pools in your stomach again but you ignore it seeing Chris stand and sort himself out.
Karl kisses you deeply, and chuckles. “We’ll definitely be doing this again.” Chris nods at that and you smile. Karl turns to the dark haired man and smirks. “Next time I’ll fuck you silly, can’t lie you’re one sexy slut when you follow orders.” Chris’s face flushes, then rolls his eyes. “Shut up freak.” Karl laughs at that. Before he stomps off Chris kisses you then pulls away. “I’ll call you.” He says walking out.
“And you’ll definitely hear from me.” Heisenberg remarks following suit.
ayo i changed my name from dongontiddies to sadbitchsimp btw my name on ao3 is also sadbitchsimp now
Also I'm working on chapter 4 of Golden Sour it should be out soon. As well as a threesome with Karl Reader and whoever y'all voted for on a previous post. If you want to vote you still can LINK TO VOTE
ayo i changed my name from dongontiddies to sadbitchsimp btw my name on ao3 is also sadbitchsimp now
Also I'm working on chapter 4 of Golden Sour it should be out soon. As well as a threesome with Karl Reader and whoever y'all voted for on a previous post. If you want to vote you still can LINK TO VOTE
i love love love golden sour!!! you write him so well! i have no idea how you can keep him in character and also make him a caring yan. the story just feels so natural and realistic and i love it more bc of my bar tender oc <33 pllzzz tell me youre making a part 3! and im super excited to see when the other lords will be introduced! keep up the great work <<3
Summary: This is a part three of a long series i'm happy to start! Reader is starting to learn just how obsessed Heisenberg really is.
AN: Thank you all for being patient! Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 And as for anon, thank you so much that's very sweet! I tried my best to make him firm but caring, while still having the arrogant dick wad side we all know and love.
-Masterlist-
GENERAL RULES
“No.” The man admitted, rubbing long slow strokes along your back. “I mean, maybe.” He laughed, “Something about you intrigues me. You’re too perfect to resist.” You felt like you were gonna vomit. Shaking in his hold, you felt yourself grow cold. The ‘soothing’ feel of his hands on you doing nothing to stop the growing pit of fear in your heart.
He remembered how mesmerized he’d been when he first saw you. How he couldn’t stop thinking about you after your first encounter. Or how sassy and sarcastic you were to him during your second. He's obsessed, he knew it too. And he was indulging in it. “Listen buttercup I know you’re scared, and that’s ok! I’m not mad with ya, and I know you’ll grow accustomed to this place soon enough.” He said continuing to ‘console’ you. Before beginning to carry you out of the bathroom and through an opened door.
Your shaking increased as you got led deeper into what looked like a factory. You made sure to keep track of every turn he took. The whirring sound of machinery grew louder. The halls narrower, and the lights dimmer as he continued. He kept his hold on you still as he walked through another door, this one with a lock and handle.
As the creaky door opened the only thing you saw ahead was a pitch black abyss, “And this is our bedroom!” ‘Our?’ you thought. You didn’t like the idea of sharing a room, let alone a bed with your captor. Not at all. “We got a ton of books round here. Most about sciency, engineering stuff granted, but I got a couple novels here and there.” He spoke, putting you down as the door closed and he ventured towards a few full bookshelves.
Sure books were nice and all, a great pass time. But in this setting, kidnapped and held against your will. And the fact that he was speaking as if you’d be staying here for a long period of time, It didn’t sit well with you. The only thing on your mind is to escape, find a weak spot in his defences and get the hell out of dodge!
But for now, patience. For now you won't say anything. You need to keep a clear head, get led around, and in due time the moron will give you a way out. ‘Yeah that sounds good,’ you thought.
Heisenberg, though, was pretty damn confident of his home's security. It would be near impossible for a little human like yourself to be capable of escaping without his say so. Any door that required a key would open with the wave of his hand. The only other way of escape would be the sewers beneath the factory. Which is only accessible after going through tons of Lycans, Haulers, and Soldats.
He rubbed the back of his neck without a worry in his mind “I’m sure you’re hungry-” He started going to lift you again. Stepping back you shook your head, “No, no I'm not hungry.”
He rolled his eyes at your stuttering carrying you through the halls and to the kitchen. “I’ve got some instant food here but I could go find the Duke if you’d like something else.” You turned your head at his words. The situation was crashing down on you constantly. You were actually kidnapped, held against your will by some creepy old man. It was surreal, it felt like at any moment someone would pop out and say ‘Got You!’ You’d prefer it too. It would be so much better than this reality.
“Hey sweetheart.” When you turned back he snapped his fingers in front of your face, “ Not getting any younger here.”
“Please sir.. I wanna go home.” You whimpered. He paused at the desperate sound of your voice. He almost felt bad, almost. But no, you're only scared to be in a new place. He knew that feeling. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll make sure you’re happy here.” He assured you, pecking your cheek.
You felt your stomach churn as you watched him straighten up. His face flushed as he opened a metal pantry filled with what looked like various canned foods. This was sick, you wanted to scream. Cuss the bastard out, anything to let out the disgust and frustration you were feeling inside.
Instead you stood still, frozen in shock and fear. You were being held captive, the thought alone being too much to deal with. You felt hot tears run down your face, whimpers were leaving your lips but you hadn’t felt like you were crying. He turned around, the sight of you breathtaking while still shattering his heart. “Sweetie.” The rumble of his voice sounded soothing as knelt down and pulled you in for a hug. “Shh, you’re gonna be fine, I'll take care of you. Changes are scary, but they’re good.”
He let go of you after some time, Placing a janky pot of water over a bunsen burner letting it boil. “Come on.” You got hoisted off the ground and brought back to your ‘room.’ “You should sleep some. It’ll help you.” And with that he left the room.
Your limbs feel heavy. Your brain screamed at you to get up. Use his absence as an opportunity to search for an exit, tools to help in your escape or defence, anything! But you couldn’t bring yourself to move. The fat tears clouding your vision, matched with the exhaustion you felt fighting the man. Made it impossible to even lift the sheets.
You slipped in and out of consciousness for a small while. Sleep felt welcoming but foolish, soon the man came back, a metal bowl in his hand. He propped you up with a pillow, “You must be hungry, you should eat before falling asleep.” He said, lifting a spoon of oatmeal to your mouth. This caused you to wake up. No way in hell would you eat that.
Heisenberg noticed the look of fear on your face, like the food would jump out and attack you. He scoffed at the expression, moving the spoon closer. Instinctively you shifted your head. You had been too busy crying like a little bitch to realize. ‘Hey, maybe I should be watching the son of a bitch so I won’t be caught off guard! He could’ve put something in that.’ You mentally kicked yourself for your ignorance. “No! No. No thank you.” You stuttered.
He sucked his teeth at your outburst and lowered the spoon. “Alright then.” He spoke through grated lips, betraying the once comforting tone. “Guess I’ll have to enjoy it myself.” He brought the spoon to his own lips, taking a heaping of the sloppy mush. The moment he did the tension fell from your shoulders, guess it wasn’t spiked after all.
You felt his eyes on you as he ate slowly. The piercing glaze made you pull the covers over your nose. You heard a chuckle rumble in front of you. “You’re too cute, buttercup.” Your face flushed and you shrunk farther into the plush bed. Your reaction to his compliment made him sigh in disappointment. He shouldn't have expected anything different.
“I’ll uh.. Let you sleep, I’m sure you're exhausted. “I’ll be joining you later, so don’t be too scared.” He still had to enforce the various monsters guarding the factory to protect you, not attack you.
Besides he had a feeling you’d sleep easier without him there. And he’d let you have that. For now. “Good night.”
You watched him like a hawk as he left the room before you threw off the covers and scrambled around the room for an exit. The windows, floor, walls, furniture, windows. Nothing! How? Why! How could this guy be so thorough? How far did he go to keep you here?
You contemplated leaving the room to look for another exit, but what if he found you? Well you sure as hell weren't staying here to sleep. Especially if that creep was coming later to sleep with you. Thankfully the door didn’t put up any resistance when you tried it.
You left the room as quietly as possible, closing the door behind you. You could hear him reprimanding someone from a lower level of the factory. This was good, you could easily get to other rooms like this. Maybe even lose him in this gigantic place.
I must admit. ive read Yandere!Heisenberg fics before but they all make him seem like an asshole when he's a yandere. or just plain mean to the reader.
I like the way you write him the most. Sweet, but not to the point where its out of character. Kinda, but has the possibility to get angry if you push him enough.
point is im re reading your yandere heisenberg fics and cant wait for part 3
Omg that's so sweet thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far💕 I'm trying my best to keep him in character so that means a lot! <3 I'll make sure to tag you when part 3 is posted!
CW: Kidnapping, Bruising, Hair pulling, Very descriptive,
Word Count: 2,789
Summary: This is a part two of a long series i'm happy to start. Heisenberg finally gets his hands on reader.
AN: Thank you all for the long wait! I made this part a bit longer than the last! Hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3
-Masterlist-
GENERAL RULES
Since that day Heisenberg had seen a lot more of you. He’d seen how you got to work, how you got home. He’d seen enough to have your schedule memorized. He knew of all the coworkers you’d spend time with, the ones you wouldn’t. He even noticed the ones who had secret intentions with you, and the ones who only saw you as a friend and coworker. The catch was that you hadn’t seen him since his last visit, and neither had your coworkers.
He’d chosen to go unseen. Hiding in crowds, behind buildings, or trees. Watching you from afar using a pair of binoculars he’d created in his factory. He’d come to terms with his obsession, he wouldn’t deny the way you made him feel, nor did he care. He kept asking himself, ‘So what if I am obsessed? You were a person people would fight for.’ And that’s what he decided to do: fight for you. In his own little fucked up way, to ensure he couldn’t lose to anyone else, not even you.
Apart from Sundays and Mondays that you’d have off, and Saturdays when you’d leave at eleven at night. Your shift was pretty straight forward. That’s the day he’d been waiting for. The bar was in a quiet part of the village. The only real danger being rowdy drunk customers, and the occasional rebellious teen. You wouldn’t bother your coworkers to go with you outside when you left through the back exit. Bringing the trash out with you, before you would head for home.
Would, being the key word.
He only let you get as far as tossing the trash in the dumpster before pulling you into the corner of the small alley. Covering your head with a potato sack. Watching while you screamed and clawed at the apprehension covering your face. You scratched at his hands, wrangling your body trying to free yourself of his iron grip. Using his powers a strip of metal sprung from the darkness and tied itself around your wrists. Your instincts told you to grab at the sack and pull it over your head but you couldn’t. The person attacking you exceeds your own strengths.
So you did the only other thing you could think of, weak spots, hit them hard and with all you got. You kicked your leg behind you as fast and hard as you could. Going between the convicts legs and hitting their crotch. You felt as the person recoiled from the blow. Taking this time to pull yourself as much as you could from their relentless grip. “Ow fuck.” Heisenberg cursed. Knees buckling, but this pain was nothing compared to the things he’s endured. He regained his composure before you could slip any further. His pained hisses turning into breathy chuckles. “Easy now buttercup, I’m not gonna hurt ya’”
You froze in fear upon hearing those words. That voice, your breath hitched and became shallow as you felt your stomach sink. It was him, the man you’d bumped into, the one that gave you all that money. The goofball everyone warned you about. You balled your fists and tried slamming them as best you could to his face. Swinging your bound wrists down, trying to cause enough pain to wiggle free. But he kept a tight grip on the sack around your head. Only letting you get a few exasperated sobs before chucking you over his shoulder. He hadn’t taken you as the fighting type, needless to say you’ve impressed him once more. Another strip of metal flew out the alley and bound itself around your ankles. Causing the flailing of your legs to stop as you wriggled on his shoulder.
He made his way to the forest. Deciding a mob was not the crowd he’d like to erupt by parading you through town bound and gagged on his shoulder. Plus, the less Mother Miranda knows about his 'impulsive kidnapping' the better. The last thing he wants is his “Mother” to find out about his sweetheart. You were making too much noise though. Screaming and kicking, even in the awkward position you kept trying to knee his chin. But he was tougher than you’d think, thank the cado for that. The only reaction he’d have was a momentary recoil in pain. You were only hurting yourself with this display.
“Oh give it up already!” He let in, the disturbance becoming irritating. “We’re almost there, behave for a few more minutes.” At those words you struggled more, wherever, “There.” Was, you didn’t wanna find out. You were not gonna make it easy for this bastard. Curling your legs and launching yourself forwards as much as you could in an attempt to make him drop you.
And he did, pulling you off his shoulder and throwing you to the ground. “We’re here.” He grunted. The floor was dry, crunchy, it felt like dead grass, and dirt. You whimpered as the pain and exhaustion set into your bones and muscles. You could sense bruises lining your body.
Before you had the chance to catch your breath. Your head got pulled backwards. You gagged as the sack cradled your neck tight, he was dragging you by the appendage around your head. You heard the chill shrieks of the rusty door open, and slam shut behind you, the scent of rust and oil filled your nose.
He let go after a short distance, and you gasped for air. In the factory he could hold a longer leach. It was impossible for anyone to get in, or out without his say. The only things he’d have to be particularly concerned about were his creations and the haulers. But that wouldn’t be a pressing issue for long. “There you go sweetie.” The sudden change between his aggressive voice. And the now loving baby talk he was using to address you made a chill run down your spine.
The shuffle of fabric ruffling closer to you made your heart race. “Let’s get these off hmm?” You heard the metal confines on your limbs fall to the floor. The sharp ping of them defining as the sound bounced off the walls of your new metal prison. Light appeared all around you, the sack finally removed from your head. “Ain’t that a lot better?” You rubbed at your wrists and kept your head down. The beating in your chest was too intense. You felt it swell in fear as you took in your situation, tears and dried makeup streaks adorned your face.
He tsked in your direction at you ignoring him. Dropping on one knee and gripping your cheeks with one hand. “So beautiful, all pale and teary-eyed for me.. So perfect.” He sighed, a loving smile plastering his expression. You turned your head to the side, shrugging your face from his hands. “You goddamn creep! Why are you doing this?” Your heart raced. You thought this man was generous and kind, for fucks sake he gave you a shit ton of money for being sweet on em’.
You delivered a sharp blow to his crotch again making the man curse. This time he let himself double over, not worried about you being able to get away. “Cause i fuckin’ like ya!” He admitted as he hissed in pain. Those words made your mind go blank. “You're special, and funny, and cute, and you smell good, and your skin is so smooth and silky-”. You stopped his disturbing rambling with another kick this one on his back.
“Well I don’t like you! Let me go now!” You tried to sound intimidating. But your voice sounded more stressed than hateful or intimidating. The sound itself causing the man to coo up at you.
You scoffed at him. Deciding not to waste more time with this trash instead running for an open door. But as you approached it it slammed closed in front of your face. Every door you tried was either locked or slammed shut. It was a nightmare, a goddamn nightmare that felt to fucking vivid and real.
“Don’t tire yourself out babycakes, ask and I’ll give you the grand tour of my humble abode.” You felt tears well in your eyes, you were so tired.. You turned your head again. ‘I need to calm down, look at my surroundings, what can I use in my favor?’ You tried to reason with yourself. The room was very spacious and sorta empty apart from a couch, and a desk close to a fireplace in the corner of the room. There was a big table with many chairs in the middle of the room, but it's covered by a big white sheet.
Above you were many flat rectangular light fixtures, and.. Windows! Very big windows, but they were too close to the high ceilings. You kept looking and noticed the piles of metal, and scrap. Steel beams stacked up and twisted.
You made your way in their direction. Seeing your captor sitting at the desk watching you with amused eyes as he puffed on a fat cigar. He stood up straight upon seeing you stand on a beam, “Now honey those are dangerous! Get down!” You ignored his pleas, if you kept climbing you’d make it close enough to jump on the small ledge in front of the windows.
The moonlight reflected on your face and you felt hope, your victory was so close, you needed to keep going. The beam you were standing on shook, and rose. Baffled you looked around, all the beams lifted and curled around you. As shocked as you were you had no time to dwell, you were so close, you jumped.
“No!” You heard the man yell from below you. The next beam is all you needed to cross to get you your freedom, you felt the cold air hit your face! You were so close!
And then the beam dropped.. You felt your stomach rise. Snapping your neck to the side as you fell, the beam lodged itself in an adjacent wall and you were falling. Shuffling feet and loud thumps and crashes were all that filled your ears.
When you opened your eyes you were in the arms of your captor. You looked in horror at his power. The shades adorning his face doing nothing to conceal the rage in his expression. But he didn’t act on it, he dropped you. A door behind him creaked open and he walked through it leaving you by yourself in the destroyed room.
You tried to steady your shaky breaths, a few loose tears dripping to the dirty floors. You felt the hope dimmer down and curled up in the corner of the room. Your legs felt heavy and sore, and your throat scratchy. You could see faint bruises splotch your thighs and waist, and the sting of the burn mark around your throat. ‘This is a nightmare.’
The sound of hinges filled your ears, waking you from your restless sleep and striking fear in your heart. Deciding not to wait, you got up and tried to open the various doors in the room. But they shut tight. Starting to feel the icy presence of fear and stress you banged on the last door. trying to get someone’s attention from the outside. “Please help me! Anybody please!” You sobbed.
“Don’t bother, sweetheart.” His voice chirped from behind you. Your pounding stopped but you weren’t about to show him your hopelessness. ‘Don’t lose your head Y/N, keep looking around'. Heisenberg noticed the sudden burst of confidence in that moment. He wasn’t sure why, but the uneasy feeling of you having some sort of plan frightened him. ‘What are they up to?’
As you walked around you noticed an entrance to a makeshift kitchen on the far side of the room. You figured the side your captor was on wouldn’t have an exit for you. ‘Even so the father away from that freak show the better’. The first thing you did was ransack the drawers for any silverware you could use to unlock a window or door. All the knives were gone, ‘Go figure’ you thought huffing with a roll of your eyes. A spatula caught your attention from the corner of your eye, metal, thin, perfect!
You skip back into the room, breezing past the wretched man to the biggest industrial doors. ‘This has to be a door to the outside.’ But the closer you looked, every door in this room never had a lock, only a sliding handle. ‘How did he lock it?’
“Please..” You whimpered, “I don’t want to be here.” You couldn’t tell if this was another attempt at catching someones attention. Or if you were talking to the man puffing on a cigar watching you with a smug smile on his face from the couch.
“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be scared of, I'll be taking good care of you, promise.” He cooed, walking up behind you with arms open wide. He wanted to pull you close, give you some comfort. But you backed away as if his touch would crush every bone in your body.
You dodged his affection, scrambling past him, falling on your face in the process. He sighed and lowered his arms. He watched as you ran towards another open door, it led to the bathroom. And he followed behind you. ‘This was gonna be a difficult captive.’ He thought, but he had to admit you were a strong one. If some other villager was in your place he was sure they wouldn’t have given him as much vigor as you.
“Would you calm down so I can show you around already?” He asked, annoyed with the situation. He held out his hand in an offer to make this civilized. He didn’t want to hurt you after all! He wasn’t lying when he was saying you had nothing to be scared of, he would take good care of you. Protect you.
The thought of touching him disgusted you. Rather than accepting his offer you grabbed anything you could get your hand on. Toilet paper, toilet brush, mats, even soap bars. “Get away from me! I thought you were nice, not some pervy sicko!” You yelled chucking the toiletries.
“I’m trying to be nice!” Heisenberg tried to argue. “This doesn’t have to be bad! Calm down.” You weren't going to come to him, so he would have to do it himself. Approaching you slow, like he was scared of startling you.
He pulled you up and close to his chest before you could start struggling again. Keeping one arm firm around your waist while the other hoisted your butt onto his forearm.
“See?” Heisenberg tried to reason. “Not hurtin’ ya.”
“You’re still awful, kidnapping me, you’re sick, disgusting!” What is he thinking? That you’d enjoy abandoning your life and be happy imprisoned in this place?
You placed your hands to his shoulders, pushing him as far as possible from you. It wasn’t too far though. The man's grip keeping you in place, but you refused to give up, kicking and pushing with all your might. “Let me go, let me out! I want to go home, I wanna be away from you!”
This was too much. This was something you hear in stories or movies, not in real life. Not something that happened to you. It felt like a nightmare or something you’d hear happened to someone on the news.
“I’m sorry sweetheart, i can’t do that,” he hummed, though there wasn’t a hint of actual guilt in his voice. “You're too good for this shithole world, I wanna take care of you. protect you.”
“I need protection from you! ” You answered without delay, strained and overwhelmed. His grip was too strong to challenge. You couldn’t believe this. That sweet guy that played around with you that day, who was generous enough to actually give you a huge sum of money. Everything.. Tainted.
And to think you actually thought this guy was-
“Was this your plan from the beginning? since we first met?” Your tone low and quiet. Struggling against such a strong grip was useless. The only thing you could do now was let your face be pushed into his neck. Stay still in this freak’s hold, pressed to his chest as if you were his possession. The idea made you queasy.
Summary: This is a part one of a long series i'm happy to start. Heisenberg and readers first interactions. (The rating is for the story in general, there's no sex in this part)
-Masterlist-
GENERAL RULES
It wasn’t the first time Heisenberg visited the village. Though he didn’t visit as often as his ‘siblings.’ But the Duke was too busy to visit, and his supplies were running low. He knew of a skilled blacksmith a ways through, and decided they would do well enough.
The village people were too chipper for this time of day. Filled with old folk, adults, and youngins too oblivious to know what awaits them. His reputation precedes him as he continues on, giving him quick passage. Not wanting to linger any longer.
This wasn’t his usual crowd. He didn't know any of the villagers, didn't know their faces, and never cared to. So when a particularly cute human happened to bump into him, and caught his attention.. Needless to say, you surprised him. Your smaller form fell to the floor upon impact. Him standing tall, the force didn't faze him.
"Oh sorry!" The sound of your voice erupted a feeling in him, it confused him, he looked down at you. The sight of his shaded face intimidating you.
"S'alright." Is all he muttered in response, offering a hand to you. The villagers who had coward for your life moments ago gave each other questioning looks. This peasant waltzed into a lord, and lived? They'd seen people ripped limb from limb for so much as gawking in a Lord' direction.
"Apologies again sir, it appears I wasn't paying attention." As you took his hand and finally stood you dusted your skirt and apron, the flared blouse you adorned now dirty. You sighed at your state, you'd no doubt have to change before returning to work.
As you caught his gaze again you'd noticed he'd been staring. You smiled nervously at this, you didn’t know why but this silent stranger was giving you the creeps, “So, uh.. I’ve never seen you before! I like to pride myself on my knowledge of my friends and neighbors,” It wasn’t the best conversation starter, but it was all you could think of, as the man's attention ceased to falter.
He chuckled at the uncertainty in your voice, shaking off the new feelings and convincing himself you were just as the rest as the sad sacks in the village.
“Not new, I just don’t come out much.” He replied. It was a simple answer and you nodded at his words. “That makes sense. Well I'll leave you on your way,” You started, determined to rid yourself of this awkward confrontation. “Sorry again for bumping into you! If you happen to be in town again stop by the tavern, free beer on me for your troubles mister!” You shouted behind you as you swiftly made your way to work.
Heisenberg stood on the path a moment longer, that was.. Strange.
-
The churning sound of machinery was deafening. He stood hunched over his desk surrounded by the destroyed carcass of his creation. The damn thing wouldn’t work. The worst part about it was how simple of an issue it was. His head wasn’t clear, the thought of you kept running through his head, distracting him in all ways. Your voice, lips, face, body, the cute nervous smile you’d gifted him the day he’d met you. It angered him.
What was so special about you? Well he’d have to find out on his own, wouldn’t he. He huffed pushing himself to leave his failure behind him for a moment while he proceeded to the village.
You were shorter than him, cleaning tables from around the vicinity, or at the very least trying to. Arm outstretched to reach the middle of the circular table. Your backside presented to his prying eyes. Oh if his sister could see him now. He’d get a slap upside the head and a lecture on manners for this.
But oh what a cute ass it was. It looked round and plump. The perfect size to cup it.. Squeeze it a little.
He found himself watching the human mesmerized, watching their small movements. Their nice shape, soft plush skin. Rather than the scarred flesh he’d grown accustomed to.
“Uh sir?” Only then did he come to, blinking as if he had to get the picture of the cute little human out of his eyes again. He got up from the table he had shortly occupied while waiting, going to the barista to grab his beer.
Before leaving though he had one more thing to do…
You yelped in shock at the feeling of a large hand grabbing your ass. You’d been cleaning a table closer to the exit when Heisenberg walked passed. Making sure it wasn’t obvious when he put a hand to your ass, giving it a good squeeze. He never stopped walking. Taking his hand back in no time, and leaving the tavern before you could process what had happened.
The tavern went to hell after he left. He could hear shouting, demanding to know who the hell would touch you. It seemed the whole establishment was pretty protective of his human. “Okay, who did it? Come here and apologize, you perv!” Such a big outburst surprised him, but damn, worth it. He left the area with a big grin on his face, feeling a lot more confident about work today.
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The next time Heisenberg came to the tavern you were manning the bar. Finishing attending to a customer. There weren't many people at this hour, it was a lazy day, so little to no drunks were looking for an escape.
He's delighted to see you first thing when he came in. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, you were the only reason why he’d come back. The Duke was back to his regular stops, and the factory stocked up for the time being. Going here was a conscious choice of avoiding his work to see you.
But you were worth it, especially now that he’d actually have a chance to talk to you again.
As he approached the bar you looked up surprised to see the mysterious man you’d bumped into days ago. “Decided to take up on my offer huh?” You asked, and gave him a little wave as approached the bar.
“Well who could turn down a free beer?” He jested, ignoring your coy smirk, instead placing a hand on the counter as he leaned in closer. As he was about to make a raunchy remark you’d slid him a beer, “Save the sly words buddy. So would you like me to enlighten you with our special today? It’s sour and sweet.”
His eyes widened in surprise, no one, especially not a villager, has had the gull to speak to him the way you do. You were getting more and more interesting. “Shoot.” You watched as he took a swig. He watched as your face lit up in glee, a sudden twang hit his heart at the sight. “Our special is a whisky sour called! Wait for it-” You drummed your hands on the table in anticipation and he chuckled, you were too cute. “The golden sour!” Leaning forwards you winked, “I came up with the name myself.” Before straightening up once again, this time with a proud smile.
Heisenberg snorted at your behavior. Grinning as you told him the name was your idea. Every word you said sounded like how you looked. Soft and sweet and oh so adorable. “Well how can I say no to that face,” He complied, knowing full well you were using your cutesy charm to make money. “So long as I can buy one for you as well, you must need a drink, working here so hard, dealing with a bunch of drunks.”
You grinned, but he couldn’t help but notice the twitch in that smile. “Oh darn, already took my break, guess you gotta enjoy a drink on your lonesome.” You winked and gave him an apologetic smile. He watched as you stepped away from the counter, going to make his drink.
“Anything else I can do ya for?” You asked, finishing his drink. “Other than your smile, no.” He remarked. He might’ve been lying with those words, he definitely wants something more than your smile. But he couldn’t ask for that. Not yet at least.
You placed his drink on the counter in front of him, “Alrighty, that’ll be three thousand Lei.” A lazy smile plastered your. He chuckled and looked down, “Your services are well priced I see.” He knew you were joking, but pulled a drawstring pouch filled with Lei from his pocket and dropping it on the bar. “It’s well worth it though. You can keep the change, don’t worry.”
He would’ve loved to stay to your reaction, but he had the feeling it would have more impact if he got up and left. So he did, making his way to the exit. Your face went white, he knew you were kidding right?, “Wait!” You stuttered, one hand outstretched towards him, the other gripping the pouch. “It was a joke! What are you even paying for? You left the drink on the bar!”
Heisenberg stopped in his tracks, his face turning a vibrant shade of red. “Oh, yeah right..” He walked back to the bar and grabbed his drink. So much for making a good impact.
You put a hand over your mouth and giggled, “Here, I can’t take all this, it was a joke.” You spoke holding the pouch up to the silly man opposite you. He shook his head at your words, pushing your hand away from him. “No, no. I insist, take it as reimbursement for being so sweet.” He winked.
You looked shocked, putting the actual price into the bin, and tying the remaining Lei onto your apron. “Are you sure? This is a lot.” You sounded bashful, your sweet voice only making the man's heart beat faster. “Of course, I have more than I need, buy yourself something pretty, won't you?” He insisted. He took a gulp of his drink, adorning a pleased expression at the tangy flavor.
“Y/N! We need you in the back!” You turned your head towards the noise, yelling out a response back. “Sorry to cut our conversation short.” He waved you off, “Have a good day sir!” you began to walk off, “I will, knowing you’ll have a good one ya self!” He replied, finishing off his drink and beginning to leave the bar.
Summary: Part 3 of Hitze Finally softer side of Karl as his heat ends.
GENERAL RULES
Heisenberg‘s heat was coming to an end. He was frantic, every and any chance he got he was on top of you, gentleness out of the question as his mind demanded he breed you. So far you’d been spending his cycle in the surgical room, only leaving for food and drinks in between sessions.
Thankfully all of your.. Help, had made him more calm, at least to the point where his more human features, including his voice were more noticeable. The animal only coming out during your sessions.
“What are you doing babydoll?” You tired your attention to your Lycan lover, he was hunched on top of the surgical table, staring down at you from his intimidating height.
You managed to slip away moments ago, bringing back with you hordes of pillows and blankets from all over the factory, including some purchases from the Duke when he stopped by earlier in the day to deliver groceries.
You smiled at Karl plopping them on the floor with a plush thud.
“So I’ve been doing my research,” you started. Karl tilted his head in confusion, urging you to continue.
“Really now?” He asked, smirking. You nodded and gestured towards the pillows.
“Apparently, Lycans make a nest during their mating season, and I was just thinking, maybe you could too? I mean I think it would feel better than a cold bench.” You suggested.
Heisenberg humored you and placed a finger on his chin, tapping it as if lost in thought.
“Well it’s not a horrible idea.” He answered, looking at you.
You smiled satisfied, making a smile form on Karl’s face in response.
He hopped off the bench walking over to you and bending to pick up the bundles of comfort.
You patted his head as he moved to your level and be purred rubbing against your hand.
“Want me to help?” He nodded at your words, shifting the blankets into one arm and holding onto your hand delicately.
You watched as he stood up straight again, looking around the room and scrunching up his face in confusion. “So where do we put it?” He asked, turning his attention to you.
You looked around yourself, finally settling on a spot and pointing towards it.
He nodded and started to pat down the fabric.
You both panted in unison, quickly after finishing the nest you’d both decided to test it out. He stayed inside, his cock twitching inside you as he milked the rest of himself into you. You moaned quietly snuggling into his neck from your place laying on top of him.
He grumbled tilting his head and leaning it against your own while he grabbed your ass and spread it apart, still rutting into your sex.
He woke up hours later, your small form still on top of him, his cock still sheathed inside of your velvety walls.
He purred, everything about you overwhelmed him in all the best ways. He pulled himself out slightly before pushing back in. Slowly fucking himself with your sleeping form.
“Karl?” Your sleep filled voice was cut short by a yawn and he smiled.
“I know, Baby, go back to sleep. You were just so cute. I’m gonna get you nice and comfy, Okay?” You smiled and settled yourself deeper into his neck. “Mmm Hmm.” You nodded minutely, drifting back to sleep. “I love you.”
"Taking my cock like a pro, Sweetheart." He nipped at your neck, pinning you flat against his chest with his arm. You whimpered tiredly.
He brushed his lips along your jaw and slipped the hand he was holding you down with to rub your clit.
He humped lazily, his warmth spilling into you. With that last release his heat had come to an end. He looked down at your limp body and shook his head. He didn't mean to get so rough with you all this time, he prided himself on being a generous lover, and the way he had just used you was beginning to eat at him. He pulled out gently and moved you so he could cradle you in his lap. Heisenberg stroked your hair and rubbed his thumb along your cheek. "Buttercup, I'm-- Are you okay, Baby?"
You nodded, your eyes closed in exhaustion, and gave him a tired smile. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw that his gaze was fixed on the bruises that were starting to show against your skin. Guilt was scrolled plainly on his face. "Heisey, I'm okay, and now you are too." He looked human again.
"I should never have used you like that. I told you to lock me down. What happened?!” He got louder. You could tell he wasn’t really mad at you, he was mad at himself, and worried for your safety. He kept telling himself that you’d leave. That you hate him. It scared him, he didn’t want you to be scared and leave him.
"You didn't use me. The man I love, with all of my heart, needed help with something and I willingly offered a solution. You didn't force me to have sex Karl. I wanted to." You grabbed his face and kissed him. He melted into it but quickly pulled away.
"That doesn't matter, I should--"
“I knew the heat would make you rougher than you usually are, but I’m willing to get a little rough in bed." You sat up the best you could and draped an arm around his shoulders. "I love you, Karl."
"I love you too, Sweetheart. Thank you for always taking care of me."
"That's what I'm here for." You winked, "What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't."
He kissed you tenderly, holding your body to his and wrapping you in his arms. "How about I take care of you for a little while." He coursed his hands along your arms and pulled you to lay by his side. "You should get some sleep." You nodded, closing your eyes and slowly drifting to sleep while Karl went to clean you up.
CW: NSFW, Lycan Heisenberg, Alpha Karl Heisenberg, Breeding, Mating cycles/in heat, Rough sex, Blood, Blood and Injury, Degradation, Consensual sex.
Word count: 1,724
Summary: Part two of Hitze.
GENERAL RULES
You suggested Heisenberg to move to a more private space to breed. He smiled at those words. “Finally kitty I wondered how long our game of chase would last.”
Your smile was bashful at his words, face lighting up a bright pink hue.
He got back on all fours and walked behind you, letting you know now that you’re in this there was no going back.
You settled on the hard table. He never let you in the workshop but, a secure and private space is what you wanted, and in the factory it was the best you’d get. “You know when I said private I didn’t think I’d be sitting on a surgical bench.”
You laughed, to be honest you weren’t sure what to expect, and as much as that turned you on, it scared you to your core. Heisenberg was usually pretty rough but he always made sure you were having a good time. But right now, when he’s like this. It’s in his nature to reach his peak and breed.
As embarrassing as it is, you have seen Lycans during their cycles. They seemed to have no preference, especially during heats. You’ve seen clusters of them share a corpse. Disturbing? Yes, unexpected? Not at all.
He walked towards you, which made you flinch as you shook from your thoughts.
Your scent was overwhelming. Clinging to the fabric of your clothes, and surrounding him in an intoxicating mist.
“Finally I got you all to myself.” He gruffed, leaning in closer to your tiny form and sniffing from your neck to your chest.
You tried to avoid eye contact as he tried to hold it. “What? Too shy? As if I can’t smell your cunt dripping for me.”
You hummed, biting your lip and looking to your side, body hunched forwards a bit.
He grabs your cheeks between his thumb and index finger, pulling you to look at his face, “Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you. Won’t you do the same?” He hummed the last question.
You hadn’t meant to whimper at his words, but he caught the sweet noise and smirked.
“Aww buttercup, I could eat you up.” Your face went pale. He smiled and dropped down to his knees. Lifting your legs onto his shoulders.
You felt his hand swipe against your clothed groin. A waft of cool air meeting soon after. You gasped, and shifted to see what he had done, you saw your teared panties in his had a sinister smile gracing his lips.
You can feel your slick build and drip onto the cold surface of the medical bench.
Karl’s muscles twitched as he took in your scent. He took a deep breath through his nose and moved his hand to palm his stiff cock through his teetered pants.
Karl nudging your legs open pulls you out of your thoughts, demanding you to open them as wide as you can.
“So fucking wet for me omega,” He praises your slick coated cunt. “I’m going to touch you now kitty, is that okay?” you nod in anticipation.
He runs one big finger through your folds, collecting sweet slick as he goes. He’s touching everywhere other than your aching hole or throbbing clit. He is in control now. He finally presses the pad of his finger at your hole, slow and gentle, rubbing at the rim. Slick coats his hand and he works a finger inside your waiting heat. It feels like it's been hours since he started touching you.
He gets you stretched on three of his fingers, each more maddening than the one before it. His mouth has been tasting you the whole time. Tongue probing and licking everywhere his hands were missing. Your slick is everywhere covering his mouth, his hands, your thighs, the bench.
“Buttercup. My little princess. I’m gonna fuck you now is that what you want? Do you want my cock? Is that all you can think about? Huh? My desperate little slut all you can think about is cock. Come on bitch, get on your hands and knees. Be a good girl.” the words tumble out of him, still nestled between your thighs, on his knees for you, mouth still wet with your slick.
You moan at his words and he lifts you, placing you on your knees. “I said bend over baby doll.” He growls, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you down.
You were atop the bench on your hands and knees. Hands holding you up and pussy exposed to him.
He groaned at the sight, swallowing the spit in his mouth, and licking your remaining slick from his lips. “Lemme see you.” The words fell from his lips. He grabbed your hips roughly, pulling your ass apart to give him a better view.
His tattered clothes prove to be no obstacle as he pulled his cock out with ease. He pushes the head of his dick through your folds collecting slick, teasing at your waiting hole. Getting lost watching your cunt clench and flutter. Neither of you can take the teasing much longer. But he wants to hear you begging for his knot after the shenanigans you’d made him endure.
You whine as he rubs up and down your folds. “Karl,” you moan. He smirks and pulls to his chest. The bench gave you a bit more height as your back propped against him, but even then he towered over you.
He poked his head at your entrance, at the same time you looked into his eyes. The sight and feel making you clench around nothing, making your lover grown in approval.
“You want me sweetie?” He teased. You nodded and his smirk grew wider.
“Karl please, I want your knot. I'll be such a good whore for you.” The look on his face was priceless, his grip on your neck tightening. He scoffed a laugh, “Well when my princess asks so sweet.”
He doesn't hesitate and pushes his fat cockhead past the rim of your aching cunt. “Who am I to deny?”
You scream in pleasure, already having taken so much of him. “Fuck! Fuck me you’re so fucking tight!” He groans, starting to thrust inside you.
You go slack, the feeling of him inside you is too much to handle already. You let your head fall as much as it could with Heisenberg's arm around your neck. Immediately they widen, and you clench hard in his cock making him moan. “Mm kitty that feel good? You like my cock?” He notices your distant attention and glares, thrusting up hard into you, making you moan loud. He leans down and places himself between your neck.
He looks at what has your attention and perks up. “Oh baby that’s so fuckin’ hot.” Grabbing onto the outlined bulge of him cock inside you, eliciting a husky groan from him, and a squeal from you.
You moan, feeling his hard cock pushing deeper into you. It's the only thing you can feel, the rest of your senses having faded away at the burn of the stretch. You scramble to push back onto his cock arching your back to present more of yourself for your mate. He finally pushes in all the way down to the hilt, a groan escaping his throat as your tight wet heat swallows him down.
His breath stutters and you notice more erratic sounds and groans come from him.
Turning back you gasp. If it weren’t for your knowledge of his “condition” you would’ve sworn you wouldn’t recognize him.
His eyes focused on yours, “Karl?” At the sound of your voice he lunged forwards. Slamming your head onto the bench and trapping you under him. Feeling searing pain come from your shoulder, and liquid trickle down your back and chest.
He snarled from above you the taste of your blood on his tongue so sweet. “Mine.” He growled.
He kept his teeth in your shoulder, arms holding you by your hips. You felt him shuffle inside you. Propping himself into a squat and pulling his cock out to the tip before plunging back in.
As he continued his brutal pace you moaned. Your eyes going back, him roughly pulling your hips back in tandem to his thrusts.
The sound of him was animalistic. Growls, snarls, and garbles the only sounds leaving his throat.
The pain from your shoulder and the feeling of him stretching you brought you closer to your release.
You felt scratching at your hips, his claws digging into the skin of your ass. You whimpered in pain, making him bite down harder into your shoulder.
You can feel his knot catching on your rim, threatening to lock the two of you together with every thrust. When his knot finally pops you spill over the edge. Your cunt clamps down on him as he fills you as full as you can handle. He pushes himself deeper inside you, his knot bringing a whole new feeling to your spent core.
You hiss and moan. Your post-orgasm high lingering. Making you feel sensitive, your pussy starting to flutter around his knot.
He groans, picking his rough pace back up. You can’t help but moan now. The pain and overstimulation making you drool and moan as he fucks you silly.
Finally you feel his cock release inside you, the warm thick liquid filling you from deep inside. He groans with each small thrust as he tries to keep his cum inside your hole.
You sigh in content. He retracted from your neck, his fingers unlodging themselves from your hips.
You can feel the blood start to spew down onto the table, surrounding you in a puddle of your delicate wine.
You turn to face him and he snarls again. You feel as his cock starts to stiffen once more. You whimper as he leans towards your neck again. This time lapping at your wound as he would your cunt.
CW: Lycan Karl Heisenberg, Suggestive themes, Dog fighting, Mild gore, Blood and Gore, Violence, Predator/Prey.
Word Count: 1,754
Summary: Heisenbergs Heat is starting and you make a big mistake.
GENERAL RULES
“We’re not arguing about this Y/N!” Your lover roared in your face. You could see he skin getting paler, the hair on his face and head perking, as a smoky blue hue faded out his pale green eyes. His heat was coming soon. You’d been arguing for days on how to handle it.
You pouted at him, “Karl you’ve dealt with this yourself long enough, I know you won’t hurt me.” You tried to reason.
“You’re gonna tie me up. And hide.” He ended the conversation. The metal around the room shook and formed stairs leading down into the factory. He stopped after a few steps and turned towards you. “Listen I’m sorry for yelling, but I’m not gonna take any risks with you. After those two weeks I promise to fuck your brains out, how’s that sound.” He smirked holding out his hand to beckon you down his makeshift staircase. You smiled back, the thought making your core clench.
He shook his hand a bit, indicating that he was waiting on you to take it. You chuckled and placed your hand in his. His hand was big, well bigger than normal. His fingers were long and the tops of his hands and arms adorned thick tufts of salt and pepper hair.
You shuddered at the sight, face turning red. The way down to the “containment room” as Karl put it, was a long ways down. And the longer you walked the more you noticed your lover changed. He was almost the same height as his oversized sister now. Him having to hunch over to move through the hallways. His chest had all but doubled in size, and his strong arms you loved so much looked bigger and more toned. He huffed and puffed as he got closer to the door. He was fighting his instincts to keep you safe. That knowledge made your heart flutter and face flush into a deeper shade of red.
You finally got through the doors and he immediately ran to the cell. “Chain me up. Hurry.” He muttered. The sound of his voice made your legs clench. You could feel the slick building as the deep raspy sound of it rang through your ears and to your core. You did as he asked, strapping his now larger body onto the cell floor.
The scent of you was intoxicating. Karl wanted nothing more than to pin you on the floor and breed you full all night. But he knew his lycan form was aggressive and dangerous. And while not planning to hurt you he could very well do so. And if you got hurt he’d never forgive himself.
You noticed him strain in his confinements. His bulge now noticeable, especially now that he’d transformed.
He looked wild and scary. His eyes now completely milked over. Teeth and nails long and sharp, and hair messy and long. He huffed and groaned beneath you, looking up at you through lidded eyes. “Y/N” He gruffed, “You need to leave. Lock up the doors.” He finally said before he went full feral.
You backed up as he jumped to his feet. As much as he could at least. He wrangled in his confines trying to reach you. At some point propping his legs on the wall to try and reach you.
You backed away again slipping through the large metal door and locking them behind you. Regretting your earlier actions, the chains you left loose. But there was no time to dwell on that. He had already picked up your scent. Now you have to run.
The sound of metal chains snapping and clanging against the walls made you sprint. You could almost feel his hot breath in your ears as the sound of his grunts got louder.
‘Fuck I’m so stupid’ You thought to yourself rounding a hallway. You’d been passing by quite a lot of your lover’s creations. They made no move to harm you, which you found surprising. It was a relief, you didn’t need more trouble.
“Y/N”
You gasped at the sound of Heisenberg's voice. He hadn’t seen you yet but he was close. Too close to keep running without getting caught.
Opting to hide, you climb up a pillar of scrap metal. Raising your arms as high as they could go trying to reach the vent above you.
The doors slammed open, you snapped your head down and saw him. He looked wild, untamed. He started to sniff around the room hunched over as he got lower to the ground before he snapped back up.
“Where are you kitty? I wanna play.” He chuckled a purr. His voice gruff, rasping every word.
You stayed quiet, he hadn’t spotted you because you were so high.
He continued to sniff the room, his face beginning to form into a scowl. He knew you were here. He could smell you, your fear, your arousal. But he couldn’t see you, and that made him angry.
Your fear began to rise as you watched him tear the room apart. “Come out, come out wherever you are!” He shouted. When there was no response he snarled, flinging a sheet of metal at the pillar you’d been hiding on. ‘Oh shit’ you thought to yourself, loud clashes could be heard around the room as various pieces of metal fell to the floor. The sound wasn’t new to Heisenberg but a thud and the sound of a cute little kitty groaning in pain was.
“Well, well-“ He spoke quickly, “Looks like I finally got the pretty kitty out the tree.”
Laying on your stomach still trying to catch your breath you managed to lift your head enough to see your cynocephaly lover smirking down at you.
His shoulders tense up and nostrils flare, as he breathes heavily through his nose. Tinges of fear mix with want as you stare at his feral form. The look in his eyes sending slick down your thighs.
He inhaled deeply, the scent of your arousal pooling into the air and suffocating him with its intoxicating scent.
Just as he was about to snatch you up a foolish Varcolac sauntered to the side of you. Already fully exposed and ready to pounce. An alpha, and clearly stupid. At least enough to think it could claim someone who is very blatantly Heisenberg's to claim.
The monster bared its claws at your lover. That was its second mistake. You watched as both your lover and the impish creature stood at their full heights. Heisenberg being the first one to strike.
The Varcolac howled in pain as your lover's teeth sunk into its neck.
You took their distraction as an opportunity to leave. Your body is still sore but you managed to lift yourself enough to see that your lover revealed a crawl space as he had destroyed the room.
You thanked Miranda for the opportunity and lunged into the vent. Closing it securely behind you and laboring deeper through the warped metal tube.
The sound of the two beings fighting had drowned out as you approached the Hauler mine through the vents. The sound of metal clanging against rock was somehow soothing as your body finally eased itself into a more comfortable position.
Meanwhile Heisenburg held the foolish creature's heart in his hand. It struggled and growled in pain before going stiff and turning to ash; the only thing left of it were the coats of blood that drenched your man, and a crystal containing its torso.
He huffed in satisfaction. “Did you enjoy the show?” He began, “Where were we?-“ he turned and was met with nothing. His face twisted in rage. Fangs bearing as he released he’d lost you again.
“Fuck!” You snapped your head up at the sound. The roar of your lover spiking fear into your heart once more.
He noticed you’d left.
Your breath became uneven as you tried to convince yourself that you were safe so long as you stayed quietly tucked away in the vent.
“Y/N! Come out, now!” You heard his voice snarl, he was really pissed now.
You stayed quiet even as you watched him drift by the mine. His tall form casting a shadow on your sore body.
‘I really should’ve listened to him’ You thought finally exhaling the breath you were holding.
You heard a thud from above you. Something was on the vent. Then creaking as force was pressed upon it.
“There you are!” Your heart sunk as you heard the gruff singsong voice. Then a head slowly appeared through the small openings in the vent.
“Hello in there,” He said, staring into your eyes.
“Why don’t you come on out sweetie? Let’s have a good time.” He continued. You shook your head no frantically
He frowned at this before flashing a toothy smile. “C’mon buttercup, like you said I won’t hurt cha.”
You saw as his hand slid along the side of the vent easing it open while you were distracted.
Your eyes widen and you jumped to your knees hastily crawling deeper through the vent.
At the sight of you trying to run again he let out a slew of curses. None directed at you with malaise intent, but out of frustration. It had been awhile into his heat and he was starting to get antsy.
And seeing your sexy ass crawl away from him, matched with the scared expression on your cute little face. He couldn’t wait to breed you.
Having left the vent moments ago you decided on a new hiding spot. While you would like to test your luck outside, it’s become apparent that this heat is affecting Lycans and Varloc alike. And you’d much rather be bred by Karl on the contrary to a mer pup.
“Y/N, you can’t hide from me.” You heard him chuckle. “Make this easier on the both of us and come on out.”
You contemplated it for a moment. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fond of the idea of being bred by him. But he wasn’t in control right now, and if it turns out he can have kids, a baby would prove even more stressful on top of his plans to kill Miranda.
You stepped out. And he smiled, “Good girl.”
“Now come here.” He demanded keeping his voice leveled, but you could hear the growl in his words.
You meekly strode to him. The closer you got the smaller you felt as he towered over you.
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