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Last updated: July 11th, 2024
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GAME OF THRONES
Falling (Petyr Baelish x Reader) on AO3!
Kiss (Petyr Baelish x Reader) on AO3!
All Of You (Petyr Baelish x Reader) on AO3! *
Love Over Desire (Petyr Baelish x Reader) on AO3!
One Of A Kind (Sandor Clegane x Reader) on AO3!
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GOOD OMENS
NSFW Alphabet with Aziraphale *
NSFW Alphabet with Crowley *
Now or never. (Aziraphale x Reader) *
Can’t keep my hands to myself. (Aziraphale x Reader) *
Dinner’s ready. (Aziraphale x Reader) *
Honeymoon. (Aziraphale x Reader) *
I got you. (Aziraphale x Reader) *
In love with Humanity. (Crowley x Reader) *
Falling under. (Crowley x Reader)
Don’t leave me. (Crowley x Reader)
Broken Wings. (Crowley x Reader)
Weak (Crowley x Reader) *
Hard to come. (Crowley x Reader) *
Touch starved. (Crowley x Reader)
A long way from heaven. (Crowley x Reader)
A secret like this. (Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley) *
Cupid. Part one. (Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley)
It’s not over. (Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley)
Be my muse. (Gabriel x Reader) *
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MARVEL
This is not goodbye. (Avengers!Endgame x Reader)
Memories. (Peter Parker x Reader) TW
The way he is looking (Scott Lang x Reader)
It was just a few minutes (Scott Lang x Reader)
This is America’s Ass (Steve Rogers x Reader)
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RESIDENT EVIL 8 VILLAGE
Twisted Roads (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *
Rusted Metal (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *
Suffer (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *
New Invention (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *
Rise (Karl Heisenberg x Reader) *
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SUPERNATURAL
Suddenly human? (Lucifer x Reader)
Suddenly human? Part two. (Lucifer x Reader)
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STARDEW VALLEY
Melting in Your Arms (Harvey x Reader) * on AO3!
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STRANGER THINGS
Sweet Emotion (Steve Harrington x Reader) *
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RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2
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THE WALKING DEAD
I am here. (Eugene Porter x Reader)
Reunion. (Eugene Porter x Reader)
Terrifying dream. (Eugene Porter x Reader)
Call me Philip. (The Governor x Reader)
Late Night. (The Governor x Reader) *
Breaking Point (The Governor x Reader)
Doctor. (Siddiq x Reader)
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13 REASONS WHY
Deputy. Sergeant. (Deputy Standall x Reader) *
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Table Read. (Josh McDermitt x Reader)
Paper Town Imitation (Josh McDermitt x Reader)
Don’t you love me, too? (Josh McDermitt x Reader)
You look different (Josh McDermitt x Reader)
Practicing (Josh McDermitt x Reader) *
He’s the one (Avi Nash x Reader)
We’re just friends (Callan McAuliffe x Reader)
Halloween. (Michael Sheen x Reader) *
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Rise
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader
Summary: As promised, Y/N found herself waiting in the forest. Will he meet her?
A/N: This is the second part of Suffer by @vixorell ‘s demand.
Requests are always open.
Warnings: NSFW, dom!heisenberg, vampire!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), description of blood, blood-sucking, biting, pain fetish, rough handling, worship, lots of fluff, humor while going at it
Y/N hurried down the broad steps with her hood drawn over her face. The sun edged the soft skin that peeked from underneath her dark wide sleeves, burning and aching painfully.
The sun was slowly sinking and panic began to settle in her body, her eyes stayed upon the never-ending steps.
Her legs started to shake although the adrenaline and the excitement for freedom overpowered the exhaustion.
Plainly, she did not know how she had escaped through Lady Dimitresu’s fingers and the longer she thought about how easy it had been, the less it made sense.
She just wanted to make it outside, to finally feel the fresh air of the woods and walk wherever she wanted without being controlled. And when her feet carried her to the exit of the castle, it felt like a giant weight's been lifted.
Y/N pushed the huge door open - Silently, she heard the wooden creaking and hauling with the wind.
She made it. She couldn’t believe she was finally free.
The corner of her mouth pulled up in a proud smile and tears began to brim in her eyes. Looking up at the sky, she realized she still had time to meet him.
She left the heavy door open in its wake, not caring which creature would make it inside, and ran toward the looming forest. Her hands balled into the material of her black gown and picked it up to prevent from tripping over it.
The harsh whispers of wind flew past her, forcing her hair in one way and Y/N brushed them out of her sight. An unsettling feeling spread out in the depth of her stomach. She swore someone was watching her from the castle but she did not dare turn around.
It became dark fairly quickly when she set foot in the woods and was disappointed to have no sight of the man. Her hair whipped back with the strong wind and she started counting in her head, thinking that if he would not make it till fifty, she was forced to run for good.
She heard twigs snap behind her - It was a mere warning before she was hauled backward. A rush of genuine fear came over her like a tidal wave as a warm hand flew on top of her mouth, preventing her from screaming out loud.
“I love the smell of pastoral this late at night,” He drawled out calmly and Y/N shuddered underneath his grip, his fingertips digging into her skin.
While his voice remained soothing and quiet, she held her breath at the almost bruising touch. Heisenberg was many things but she was never able to actually read him.
Was this a trap? Is he going to kill her? Or worse, is he bringing her back to Lady Dimitrescu to make sure she will stay in the castle forever?
Her heart was beating against her chest, not realizing that his nose was nuzzling into the side of her face, inhaling her scent.
“Though I must admit, I would have wished for you to be there sooner,” He whispered and took a handful of her hair, tugging it back.
“Cause I am sure I said when the sun sets and it’s fucking dark already. It will be hard enough to fight with the super-sized bitch and have her shut up. Maybe I should’ve left you behind.”
“Please, don’t bring me back,” She whispered, hands flying up to rest above his fingers, silently asking to let go.
"So much for faith in me, eh?"
The grip around her loosened completely and she gasped for air, catching up with the wind.
"I did not think I would make it before the sunset," Y/N said through ragged breath, straightening her back and looking at his scrunched-up face. "In fact, I think it was too easy. Lady Dimitrescu knows."
"She does," Heisenberg said unsurprised and it was then that Y/N realized he was not actually meeting her eyes, but looking over her shoulder. A sinking feeling spread through her stomach and she slowly stepped forward before looking back.
The Castle towered in height from where they were standing and though the windows were small, she could make out a dark shadow with glowing red eyes.
Y/N barely felt the brush of warm, yet calloused fingers as she stood in line with the mechanic and carefully slipped her hand into his. Shaking hands interlocked with each other and her lips trembled, holding onto the only thing that was left.
Faith.
And as the glowing eyes retrieved from the window, she was met with a halfhearted comment and squeezing hands.
"Come on, we can not stay here forever. We better not find out what else is lurking in the woods." He said.
She readjusted the hood over her face before following him, their fingers slipping away from each other. Y/N was disappointed but stayed silent when walking after him.
Their walk to the factory was silent but painfully long. The moon just settled high on the sky, accompanied by beautiful sparkling stars when they walked past the third lamppost that actually emitted light enough to see their own feet.
They even walked across a bridge, separating them from the Lycans who showed interest in the new prey. Y/N had hissed at them, it was shrill and echoed off the broken-down houses.
Heisenberg had to cover his ears with his hands, hurt by the high-pitched sound, and shook his head with a weak grin after it subsided. She noticed he had looked behind before opening the gates to the factory.
Safety.
Y/N never felt some sort of freedom or protection from the Dimitrescu household but now that she walked past high and thick stonewalls, she knew she had missed that. She missed being herself.
A loud laugh escaped her lips because she could not believe it. Had she actually made it? Was she free?
She jumped into midair before taking the form of a vampire bat, flying around Heisenberg in circles as he approached the factory. A shriek what he would recall as a happy noise escaped her mouth, the bat flying high in the air and exploring the area.
He rolled his eyes with a growing smile, following the bat's movements until she flew back to him, delicately lowering herself on his left shoulder.
"This is home sweet home," He told her, raising the hammer in his right hand and looking into doe black eyes. He reached out a thumb, caressing it in between the bat's eyes and across the fluff when Y/N closed her eyes.
"Home sweet home," She repeated his words, slowly falling into human form with her arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs around his torso. Heisenberg took a smaller step at the sudden weight but it was nothing he could not handle.
She rested her chin on top of his left shoulder, clung to the mechanic like a monkey.
"Thank you," She whispered after a while and he scoffed.
"What for?"
"For saving my life." Y/N adjusted herself on his back and unconsciously tipped back his hat.
Because that is what he did - He saved her life. Back in the Castle, her life consisted of draining, starving, and dying a little more each day.
If it had not been for the mechanic and his sheer interest in killing Mother Miranda as well as Lady Dimitrescu, she still would be living in her chambers, running or rather flying from fear and the brim of death.
Heisenberg did not know at this rate of an hour, but with the vampire bat draped around his body, he became a care keeper and owner in one dark of a night. He took notice of her fingers twitching with every growl or shriek behind the stonewalls and how close their faces actually were.
The last gate opened with the will of his power and Y/N hummed appreciatively, looking around the courtyard and the abandoned things laying around.
Carts, bikes, and rusted scraps peeked from the high grass and Y/N straightened her back at some point, trying to find more interesting objects.
"I know you're as curious as a cat but you need to stay still or I will lose balance," Heisenberg warned shortly, though it was lighthearted. She nodded.
They've made it inside through the Garage, making turns to the left, then the right, then once again until she could not recall where they were coming from. The hallways were dimly lit but she was able to see in the darkness, his body radiating heat and glowing green.
"We're almost there," He started. "If I were you, I wouldn't wander around all on your own. There are a few things you don't want to meet in the middle of the darkness, buttercup."
As if on cue, a weight was slammed against the door next to them and a deep growl escaped it. She shuddered.
"I won't go anywhere."
"I hope so, because if you don't, your chances of survival are zero. The underground factory is like a fucking maze, there is no way I can find you." They stopped at an alarming halt, the hammer tipping the top of her boot.
"Can you see that?" He asked.
Y/N followed his gaze and looked over a pile of corpses with metal scraps and further inventions stuck to them. Though what he meant was the elevator next to it.
"Yes," She answered.
"Good. That's the elevator. I will bring you to my chambers where you will stay most times," He explained and the elevator dinged loudly, both doors opening up. "Unless you want to accompany me, of course. You are free to stick along, just don't mess up anything. Maybe I could need that brain of yours."
Y/N looked at the button he clicked, remembering it for future purposes. Carefully, she dropped back on her feet and the elevator moved with the action. She stabilized herself on the walls with a frightened expression.
"Scaredy Cat, huh?" He nudged her jokingly and she huffed.
"I am not used to steps or elevators. This is new." She was released from the tension when the doors opened again, showing the first glimpse of the apartment. A thick coat of dust rested on some wooden furniture, even the old industrial kitchen.
She assumed he never stayed long in his apartment, going further underground to experiment and work on his projects.
His wide bed was standing in front of a broad studio window, decorated with multiple pillows and blankets each of different colors. His side table was filled with rolled-up blueprints, a glass of water, and pens.
Even late at night in the studio, he was working on something.
"Well, I know this is not a lot compared to what my sister had to offer but-"
"This is home," Y/N interrupted, causing a small smile to erupt on his chapped lips. He nodded.
"As you can tell, I am not often up here. It could surely need a sweep and a wash but aside from that, it is home, yes. So make yourself comfortable!" The mechanic dropped on his own bed and Y/N expected it to creak as he bounced softly, but nothing.
She walked around the kitchen, taking in the industrial stove and the rustic elements. Her fingertips brushed across the kitchen island, dragging the dust and seeing a wild shimmer of emerald. She smiled.
She patted her hands on her dress, imprinting it with her coated hands, and looked up at Heisenberg. He sat his dark glasses aside, following her careful movements with his green eyes.
"There's also a bathroom in case you need it. I don't know how vampires work. It's next to the fridge," He pointed his finger at the closed door and Y/N opened it with interest.
The light flickered on and the woman took in the sight of modern furniture, a shower, and a bathtub next to it. She rose her brows.
"I have not eaten human food ever since I mutated, but I still need to pee and clean myself if that is what you intend to ask," Y/N approached him with sparkling eyes, though there was hunger in them.
Heisenberg had looked past the thirst for many hours now but was intrigued with the confidence.
"Tell me, what are you thinking right now?" His voice lowered slightly with a sharp edge and his eyes shimmered with mischief, Y/N knew the meaning behind it by now.
She fisted the material of her gown before lowering herself on his lap, placing her legs on either side of his. He rested his back against his headboard and Y/N shortly looked out of the window before her black eyes fell on his delicious neck.
She craned her own neck, hearing his blood pulsate and rush under his skin.
"I am sure you know what I'm craving for," Y/N leaned forward, her hair softly falling into her face and he brushed them away with a smirk.
"Oh, yes I am. But I want to hear it from you, buttercup. I am all ears." His thumb flickered across her bottom lip and she held the urge not to bite down on it but kissed it instead.
"I want to taste you," She confessed. "The moment you found me in the forest, I've been thinking about it all day."
"See, that was not so hard, was it?" He mused, his hands made their way under her black gown, brushing across naked thighs and stopping at the panty line.
"You know the deal, Y/N," He said and a small smile spread out on her face. "You will get my blood, and I will get your sweet mouth."
"Not this time," She leaned forward, their lips barely touching.
"I need all of you. Your blood, your body," She admitted. "I want to have you here, right on this bed with the moon shining down on us."
"Look at you. I did not know you were such a romantic," Heisenberg rose his hips and her breath hitched, "All right, a deal's a deal."
"No, I can't do it if you say it like that. I need your consent," Y/N rested her hands on top of his, the material of her dress between them.
"Buttercup, do you not know? You've already had it the first day we've met." His calloused hands moved over her waist, thumbs resting on the underside of her breast. He squeezed them.
"You know, you're unbelievable, Heisenberg," She shook her head with a smile and let him remove the dress from her covered body.
As soon as the material hit the dusty floor, they engulfed in a heated kiss. She removed his coat with a hum.
His hands roamed over her hips and the sides of her exposed breasts as her fingernails dug into the material of his shirt, ripping them apart.
"Don't tell me that's your favorite shirt because it's not," She said between rough and sloppy kisses, tongue darting out to fully capture her.
"I wasn't planning to," He hummed, his hot mouth trailing down her lips and across her jawline. Her hands moved on fully removing his shirt, dragging them down his muscled arms, and exposing hairy chest.
The lights flickered off and despite her night vision, Y/N complained that she could not see anything.
"You're a bat, of course, you can," He shot back with amusement.
"I want to see you, Heisenberg," She licked the bottom of her lips, flattening her hands on his upper hairy chest and moving them down. He tensed and his breath hitched. She stopped midway, closing her eyes momentarily.
"You don't want this."
"I do," He exhaled strongly, the smell of cigar, cinnamon, and oil escaping it. Y/N felt the bulge under her, caged in his pants and begging for release though something inside of her told her not to continue.
"It's alright," She reassured. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Fuck me," He cursed in the darkness, seemingly upset with himself. "I have only ever fucked woman when the lights were out. It became a fucking habit of mine. If that makes you uncomfortable, I understand."
"It is not because of me, is it?" She asked, her hands brought up to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. He leaned into her touch.
"No," He sighed. "It's me. In my head, I was just never enough, you know? I could not show myself completely."
"And you do not need to, Heisenberg. I'm not going to force you," She pecked the corner of his mouth, soft lips being caressed by the thick hair of his beard. "Besides from what I have seen, you are pretty amazing."
He smiled at the honest reply and he trusted her. The mechanic pulled her in by the nape of her neck, their lips colliding in a feverish kiss. The lights flickered on and Y/N let her eyes closed for a moment, not trying to take advantage of the situation.
"You smell and taste so good. I'm getting very impatient here," She sighed against his bearded jaw, inhaling his rough scent. Her nose brushed over a small bump when she nibbled on the skin of his neck.
He was covered in scars and memories, Y/N knew she should not dwell on it. It would be his decision to open up - or not, whatever he preferred.
"So use me, then," He spoke up roughly. "Just don't drain me like a bag in a box."
"I've practiced some self-control back in the Castle, especially when you were there," She whispered against his pulsating neck. "I am just saying that I've been light and easy while you were sporting cuts and bruises from hunts."
"I bet that must have been tough, but I have to admit-" He stopped with a groan, her sharp teeth slowly biting into his neck, just deep enough to draw blood. She rolled her hips into his lap, distracting him from the slightly uneasy feeling.
He arched his back at the sensation, feeling her lap at the wound she had caused.
"I've been practicing a little on my own, too. You were kinda tempting in that mini dress of yours," He sighed and groaned, coldness and tightness enveloping at the same time.
"Slow down there, buttercup, or I am going to pass out," He said with shaking hands resting on her back, dragging them down to her hips. He dug his fingertips into the rounds of her ass, squeezing and playing with it.
With a small slap on her right cheek, she took it as a sign to roll her hips again. He groaned.
After a few moments, she released his throat and brought her face into his view, baring her bloodied teeth at him with a smile.
"Apologies, you taste so good."
"I would be offended if I don't," He commented, raising his hips to meet hers. She saw stars momentarily, closing her lidded eyes to catch herself.
"One thing is for sure: We have to keep your chains on. I want to know which way I'm riding you," She joked, picking up the compass in between her fingers and grinning at him, her teeth clear from any blood again.
"Cliché. It's South, for now, but I will turn your life upside down anyway." He said smoothly, lowering his head to watch her hands fumble with the belt and the other one draped around his left leg.
They chuckled at her attempt and she rose from the bed, letting him do the rest. She twisted her panties in a bunch, throwing them behind her, and settled back on his lap. Their shoes and socks somewhere behind the kitchen island.
She ran her fingers through the still silken hair. Though greyish, it was beautiful.
Their chests touched, eyes completely focused on lips, Heisenberg was the first one to lean in. And his gentlest kiss was returned. Slowly.
Strong arms wrapped around her back, steadying her. He sighed into the kiss, but Heisenberg was not able to let her go. Neither did Y/N want him to.
Their lips found one another once more, not in a hurry to deepen, but wanting to show one another how they felt.
Y/N understood, without needing to hear any words. They were in sync, more so than ever before. Karl knew when to pull back to let her breathe. Y/N knew when to tilt her head to change the angle a little. They sat there, kissing perfectly.
She adjusted on top of him, hair falling over her shoulders. Some of it tickled his face, but he did not care in the slightest, trailing his mouth over the crook of her neck and her collarbone.
"Your tits are very pretty," He mumbled against her skin, lips now having found one nipple. Y/N arched and moaned when his tongue flickered over it, lavishing it with attention.
"Heisenberg, Heisenberg" She found herself whispering, fingers digging into shoulder blades and opening her eyes again. "Make love to me."
That noise again, that whimper as Karl pulled his lips from her nipple, leaving her woefully desperate. Her legs moved on their own, spreading as wide as they could, her hand holding his girth and guiding him onto her heat.
"Oh God," She moaned when she felt her entrance breached. The stretch was strong, burning slightly despite the slickness.
Her chest moved up and down with the deep breaths she was taking, concentrating on that feeling below, arms clinging desperately to him, calling out his first name.
"Fuck, you're so tight," his breath hitched at the change in Y/N calling him.
"Karl, please," She said in turn and the man with the hat rolled his hips to push deeper into her. "Y/N if you call me that, I won't be able to hold back."
Naturally, she drew him in closer then, so his head was by the side of her own and she could whisper in his ear.
"Karl," She said lovingly, adoring the way his breath hitched again and he pushed deeper into her. For a moment she had to bite on her lower lip, "Take me however you like, Karl."
There it was again, that sound, that growling. Heisenberg really had been holding back, Y/N realized when he started thrusting into her much harder than before, and picking up the pace. At the same time, she grasped his wrist, and yet again those teeth sank into flesh.
Months ago he may have killed her for that, but feeling that delicious pain, feeling her lap at the wound sent shivers down his spine, made him groan, and thrust further up into her. He didn't want any of these sensations to stop, wanted to be overwhelmed by pleasure and pain.
"Oh shit," He grumbled.
"Too much?" Y/N to his credit managed to pull away from him, stilling for a moment.
Red clung to her lips and Heisenberg wanted to kiss her badly.
"You're doing just right, buttercup," He teased, leaning up a little. "But I think you are not as powerful up there as I am."
It had only been a flash. The slightest of a grin as he turned them around, the mechanic now on top with his chains dangling in front of her face and his hat tipping forward.
"We don't need that, do we?" She asked with a smile, flipping back the wrinkly hat.
"You want to look into my eyes, huh?" He smirked, though sat the hat away from them, bringing some of his hair behind his ears.
The two grinned at each other before sharing a bloody kiss, while Heisenberg returned to his earlier, merciless rhythm. She gasped against his mouth.
She never could have thought how good this could be. Being with another man, letting someone else take her like this. But after having it once, now twice, she wanted him more.
So much more.
And despite walking all day, Heisenberg gave it to her. The room became hot, their bodies filling it with a musky odor that only urged them on to keep going, again and again.
Until they were both an exhausted mess, collapsing together despite stickiness on the sheets after she had come. Twice that night. While Karl Heisenberg had made sure to spill deep inside her.
There was something about feeling him spill inside that turned them both on. Despite never having spoken about it, Y/N got the feeling they would keep doing it just like that.
For the moment, however, they lay on their sides, gazing at each other. Y/N found herself playing with the grey streaks of hair, smoothing them down, twirling them around her finger, and doing that all over again.
"Y/N," Heisenberg all but purred, "Don't tell me you like this new look?"
"What can I say? You look ravishing without your hat and glasses." She kissed the tip of his index finger, looking up at him with a smile, "And with them on, too. It's the dirty old man look for me."
"Oi!" She earned a light smack against her ass and jerked in his arms, but she had to laugh. It was so easy being with him despite, sometimes not knowing what was up in his head, she felt so relaxed.
"I'm not old, but I do agree on that dirty part," He grabbed a handful of her ass cheek and she rolled her eyes. "Go wash yourself."
"Only if you join me, buttercup," He said rather seriously.
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New Invention
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader
Summary: Heisenberg's recent invention makes room for new possibilities to make Y/N feel good.
A/N: Someone in the DMs told me Heisenberg should give Y/N the pet name Buttercup instead of sweetheart or sugar so credits to them, also requested by @magicxan.
Requests are always open.
Warnings: NSFW, porn without plot, dom!Heisenberg, sex machine invention, rough sex (use of dildo), voyeurism, teasing, slight masturbation, slight fluff in there
“Listen,” Heisenberg set down a covered box in front of her and Y/N sat up slowly from the wide bed, interested in what experiment he worked on this time. His hat and glasses were sat aside, coat draped over the stool he was previously sitting on.
“I've been working on this for almost a week and I want you to fucking appreciate it no matter how it looks,” He announced. His smirk broadened when their eyes met.
“All right, color me intrigued.” Y/N slid to the edge of the bed and looked into his glowing green eyes before dropping her gaze to the present.
“You better be, honey. This is just for you.” He swooped the oyster-white blanket from the wide invention and looked at her expectantly, waiting for any kind of reaction.
Her eyes rested on the invention made out of metal scraps and drilled together with screws. If it hadn't been for the phallic object on top of the steel rod, she wouldn’t know what he tried to create.
It looked wonky and there were obvious holes in some scraps but Y/N could tell he really tried this time.
Looking up from the creation, she noticed his awaiting gaze and straightened her back immediately.
“It’s not for me, is it?”
“Geez, you can thank your lucky stars you’re actually pretty,” Heisenberg rolled his eyes, his gloved hands twitching next to his towering body and the machine started pumping midair. Y/N flinched in her seat, not expecting it to go off suddenly.
“Well, what do you think? It’s not me who’s going to be impaled like Jesus at the end of the night,” He rubbed his hands together, wiggling his brows as humored as he was.
“Don’t get me wrong, Karl,” She started carefully and looked at his side profile, earning a deep frown in advance. “But where’s the catch? Usually, you do not like to share.”
“That is a great question!” The mechanic’s voice grew louder with excitement. “And stupid at the same time. But that’s okay, it is a thinking man's game and you are just a human-”
“You're starting to tempt me.”
“Well, don’t you worry, I’m getting straight to the point,” He smirked.
“This is one of my best inventions so far and you know, I built the factory from scratch. It’s a sex machine put together with my very skilled hands and will stuff your holes just right, buttercup. Solves all the problems, don't you agree?”
“Where did you even get the… rubber toy,” Y/N raised her brows.
“Got the Dildo from the Duke.”
“The Merchant? Where did he get that?” She blinked at him and Heisenberg shrugged his shoulders. “So, he knows what’s going on?”
“He always does, Y/N. There is no way to hide anything from him.” He shook his head. “Neither from me. I can see it in your eyes. You are aroused - What now?”
“You want me to take care of you? Of course, you do.” It seemed he would never have enough of his cocky attitude as a smirk spread over his mouth.
Instead of answering verbally, Y/N popped open the button of her jeans and dragged the material down her legs.
“Well, this will be a lot of fun!” He announced, dragging a metal fold-out chair from the desk and turned it around. He placed his legs on either side of it, using the back of the chair as an armrest.
The mechanic lightened a cigar and rested it in between his lips, puffing out smoke while she was undressing from head to toe. His eyes never left her nude body.
“Where do you want me to sit?” She asked after a moment of silence.
“That is your choice alone, sweetheart, preferably on this beautiful invention I made. Right on that cock,” His eyes sparkled with mischief and lust.
“But like I said, go after your pace and whatever you desire,” He added. While that was partly true, Y/N knew the mechanic was highly impatient. She lowered herself on the bed and just like him, she rested her legs on either side of the machine, looking up at him. “I am just here to watch… for now at least.”
His smirk was crooked and he leaned closer into the armrest, his left leg twitching.
“You are not going straight to the good stuff, are you?”
“If you want to help me, just come over and do not be a sore loser.”
“Sore loser, huh.” He flicked the cigar onto the ground and covered his boot with it, tapping once or twice to put it out. “I shall ignore that but there will be fucking consequences after all.”
“It’s always empty threads and now you are giving me this sex machine because you can’t deliver anymore,” Y/N said with fire in her eyes and his hand fisted the armrest, bending it under his will.
“You are stepping over the line.”
“OK, now, let's get down and dirty because I’m slowly losing my patience here. I need a review of my product at the end of the day, buttercup.”
“Because that is, of course, the most important thing here.” Her voice was filled with sarcasm and Heisenberg clenched his jaw with his patience running low.
Despite his predatory gaze and the sheer hunger in it, Y/N felt quite comfortable where she was at. The man always had very weird requests in the bedroom - or rather the factory - as he used every surface to have her on.
One time, they were making love in the shower and the other day she was chained up from each hook and laid down in the middle of a dark room.
It would be a lie if Heisenberg would not keep her up on her toes. Sometimes it was exhausting but most days, she was excited to find out what else he had in store for their sexual activities.
“Your head's someplace else we are in a serious situation here, Y/N. Focus,” He snapped his fingers and she barely noticed a few scraps fly past the corner of her eyes, placed on the inside of her thighs.
Slowly, her legs were spread apart by his will and he hummed appreciatively.
“Far better, and you are getting wet already! Just the way I like it,” He exclaimed. Y/N bit on the insides of her cheeks when he spoke louder, meaning his voice became more growly in the beginning and higher at the last syllable of each sentence.
Y/N enjoyed him talking as much as he does himself, even better when Karl used his foul mouth.
Dilated pupils peeked through her lashes in the dim light, betraying just how aroused she actually was. The stool screeched as Heisenberg moved it out of his way, removing the worn leather from his covered fingers.
“What's the matter, am I too slow for you?” She asked. Hopefully, her voice sounded more composed than she felt.
The metal around her thighs dug into her skin, scratching and warning her to stop teasing him. A man could only take so much before completely breaking apart.
“Very much, yes,” He spoke. “But, oh well, if one isn't willing to pay the penalty, one shouldn't play the game. I have warned you, haven't I?”
Y/N stopped breathing for a moment, his right knee resting on the edge of the bed while he folded up his sleeves. The material stretched underneath his muscles and he popped one button open.
“Now do as I have requested from you,” He drawled out.
Y/N complied then, shuffling closer to the machine and angling her legs just right for him to see everything.
The tip of the rubber toy nudged against her wet entrance - Usually, she would have preferred some foreplay but his voice and the display in front of her alone made her eager enough to go with it.
“Don’t forget to lube it,” Heisenberg licked his bottom lip and looped one thumb underneath the belt, sporting a huge tent in his pants.
“I wish you would touch me,” She sighed, fingers tentatively moving down her belly across her pelvis.
“I know,” He mused. “First you’re going to play with yourself, then this beautiful invention will use you like the fuck slut you are. Understand?”
Y/N nodded, rubbing her fingers over her clit and her legs jerked involuntarily with electricity running through the pit of her stomach. She whimpered, then proceeded to coat the dildo.
“That’s my good girl. Now lean back and let me show you how great I can make you feel without even touching you!” He pressed her cheeks together and forced her to look at him. She leaned forward, their lips barely an inch away when she gasped out loud.
The machine bucked forward and thrust inside of her in a swift movement, her walls clenched tightly around the toy and tried to grip it desperately.
She had her hair tied into a ponytail that had a few wisps falling out and they were flowing in slight movements that would rock her back and forth with the machine.
Heisenberg was hovering above her, with grey medium-length hair and hypnotizing green eyes. His fully bearded cheeks held a smirk as he offered his help in a mocking sense, his hand barely resting on her moving hips.
“Please,” She tried to say but it was a mere whisper, choking on her own ragged breath. His warm hand explored her skin, never going too close where she needed him the most.
“You are starting to like this, don't you? When you are being pounded and watched,” Heisenberg smirked, tugging her head back by her ponytail.
Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, rutting backward with every fast and hard push of the machine.
“I asked you a question,” Heisenberg warned.
“Yes, yes, that feels so good! Please, don’t stop.” She choked out. Something inside of her unraveled as her fingers dug into the flesh of his forearms, begging and shouting his name like a prayer.
“I told you so.”
Heisenberg pushed the few strands of hair out of her face, caressing the soft skin underneath her eyes. He held her cheeks fully in his hands then and leaned forward, nose barely grazing hers.
Y/N leaned in as well, lips quivering with pleasure and adrenaline, wanting to feel his lips and tongue on her. Just when she felt the plush of his mouth for a second, he pulled away and chuckled.
“Fucking kiss me already,” She frowned, then gasped again.
“Where is that tone coming from, Y/N? Maybe if you ask nicely again, I might give you that honor,” Heisenberg commented. His fingers twitched and she wailed, the machine slowing down.
Y/N felt the chase leaving her body and the blinding pleasure going with it. She became frustrated, shaking hands flying out to reach him. His clothes, arms, anything.
“Pound me harder. Please.” She begged with tears in her eyes, “And your mouth. I need you, please. I was so close.”
“Don’t worry, we will get there again. I am very sure,” He said before capturing her lips in a heated kiss, swallowing her loud yelps when the machine picked up on speed.
The sound of slickness and muffled moans echoed off the bedroom walls, Karl’s hips rolling into the side of her hips involuntarily. He could not help it.
She wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, fingers going through his hair as the other fiddled with the belt that hung around his hips.
“Karl, please, I-I want to come around you.” She breathed against his lips that formed into a smirk quickly.
“So many wishes. My, my, can’t you get enough?” He tutted, slapping her groping hand away and earning a low whine. His mouth trailed down her cheeks, sharp teeth peeking out of them and grazing the sensitive skin on her neck just right.
“What made you so greedy, buttercup?” He whispered.
“Was it my gift?” His growly voice took an edge to it and the machine kept up on an unnatural speed shortly, making her shout with pleasure. “Or my mouth?”
His teeth sunk into her skin, biting her neck before licking it clean. Y/N closed her eyes with her twitching fingers deep in his hair, yelping at the unknown feeling and melting with the whitening pleasure.
She was so close. So close.
“Do that again,” She moaned out loud and added for his cocky attitude, “Please.”
Y/N was surprised with the feeling of slight pain again, Heisenberg humming into her neck and painfully bruising it.
He removed his teeth from her and kissed the spot with a smirk, “All marked up and just for me to see, huh? You are so pretty like this. Maybe I should fill your cunt with my cum like the bitch you are. Would you like that?”
She whined and nodded profusely, feeling like she was getting closer and closer to the edge she was desperately waiting for. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach and she closed her shaking legs around the machine, the metal scraps digging into her skin.
“Tell me, are you close? Are you about to come?”
“Yes, yes, god yes,” She whined and the whitening pleasure set off with an alarmingly loud moan, two of his warm fingers circling her clit and guiding her through the hot electricity.
Y/N felt tears roll down her face, relieved from the height and frustrated that there was still something inside of her that needed to be touched.
“Yes, you were such a good girl, Y/N,” He hummed, the machine slowly stopping in its halt and placing it somewhere else behind him. “But do you really think you are done? I haven’t had my fair share yet. I need to be inside of your sweet cunt after all.”
His smirk was predatory and almost animalistic when he unbuckled his belt in a swift motion.
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oh my gosh I'm trying to write Heisenberg smut and I dunno what the fuck im doing. sorry, just needed to put that out there and you're one of the only blogs i follow that has written smut for that goddamned metal bending trash hobo 😭😂
Oh sweets, trust me there are really good Heisenberg Smuts out there that have intimidated me so much that I didn’t continue my project/s. But do not let yourself down. Every writing style is different and that’s great! The only tip I can give you is: If you imagine yourself in this scenario and you feel yourself smiling, that’s a positive outcome!
For the Hobo Magneto Fans: There will be a few imagines and smuts coming your way at the end of the week!!!
Suffer
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x Reader
Summary: Heisenberg is a prick and smelled awfully after oil, dirt, and cancer sticks. At least that is what she told herself to stop sinking her teeth into his flesh.
A/N: Someone requested a vampire reader, being under the wings of Dimitrescu though not related and Heisenberg liking a bit of pain.
Requests are always open.
Warnings: NSFW, dom!heisenberg, vampire!reader, oral (male receiving), rough handling, description of blood, blood-sucking in exchange for sexual relief, pain fetish, mouth-spitting, dreaming, plan of getting rid of the super sized bitch
Y/N was hungry, yearning just for the tiniest droplet of blood. Her head pounded with a headache and the veins underneath her eyes popped in a dangerous black color. She ground her teeth, hearing Lady Dimitrescu laugh with the new human visitor.
She knew which rank she was in. Her Lady came first, regardless of how much she had eaten or drunken already. She's deciding who will be lucky enough to taste human blood and Y/N knew her three children would come second, leaving her behind.
They would give her the smallest amount, if not nothing at all - Only if she was about to die on the carpet floor, hearing Bela cry out for someone to give the rest of their disgrace.
It was horrible and Y/N hated to feel like this. Hungry, thirsty, and helpless under the watchful eyes of the eight feet tall Mutant Lady.
She had thought about breaking out of the castle too many times than she would ever admit, too scared that either the mother or her children would slice her head off if given the chance.
So, she remained with her routine, walking or rather dragging her feet across the tiles, waiting for anything interesting to happen.
Interesting was called Heisenberg at this very moment, dragging a man on chains after him and dropping his sledgehammer onto the ground.
He made aware of his presence, giving Y/N a quick glance before shooting his sister the darkest death stare.
"Look who I found escaping your castle, Alcina," He shouted, throwing the man across the luxurious couch like he did not weigh anything at all.
"I should have chopped off his head and leave him to fucking drain before bringing him back. But I am feeling generous today!" He draped the rest of the chains over his shoulder, "Like the wonderful brother I am."
"I'm supposed to thank you now or something? Only when I die." She scoffed, gracefully standing up from her seat, and Heisenberg, as well as Y/N, craned their necks to look up at the pale woman.
However, the engineer was not moved. He scoffed, turning his head to eye the woman next to her.
"Might as well give the fucker to her. The girl looks like she is dying," There was a hint of humor in his voice but his face showed no emotion at all, not giving his sister any pleasure of it.
Y/N tried to ignore the delicious, yet strange odor of him. The smell of his pumping blood had a rare twist to it, metallic and smokey.
Significantly more than the others around her.
She balled her hands into fists, knowing how her Lady would respond with. There was just no way she could have a taste.
"You don't order me around, Heisenberg. He is mine," Alcina pulled out her claws with a swing, slicing open the man who had screamed for help. The screams of agony got muffled by the man choking on his own blood, body going slack, and eyes becoming lifeless.
Heisenberg rolled his shoulders with tension, picking up the grand sledgehammer and swinging it over his shoulder. He noticed Y/N's orbs covering in complete darkness, fangs spreading out and peaking just slightly from underneath her lips.
"You used to be a better host, Alcina. I'm hungry, and I hate to watch you eat alone," Karl was clearly bored of her antics, though his green eyes stayed upon the vampire who tried to focus.
Her fingers twitched of muscle fatigue, trying to hold in the greediness of drinking. Bela and Cassandra were giggling in the background, flies flinging around and hitting Heisenberg in the face.
He slapped one away, causing it to pop against a wall. It screeched, leaving a dark red trail behind.
"Fetch the man some food," Alcina commanded a maid who scattered in the hallway. "And do not touch my children with your filthy hands, little brother!"
He scoffed.
"Y/N, my sweet girl, would you like the first taste?" The grand lady faced the one standing next to Heisenberg, her smirk widening as she shook her head timidly.
It was obvious Y/N would do everything for a droplet but Lady Dimitrescu did not like to share, faking courtesy instead and standing still.
"Meet me at the diner table. We have a lot to discuss, Alcina," Heisenberg brushed past the black-eyed vampire, leaving a wave of copper and grime in its wake. She turned her head to where he went, his jacket flattering behind him as he went around the corner.
"I would not mind if you would suck the life out of this man," Her Lady spoke out of the blue, and it was obvious she did not mean the lifeless human underneath her as her yellow eyes followed the dark shadow of her brother.
"No, I am telling you," She purred, a vicious smile crossing her face when the vampire and the mutant met eyes. Y/N gulped.
"He is stronger than me. He could snap me in half with his mind before I get to touch him," She dropped her gaze after seeing the madness engulf the beautiful features of the tall woman.
"Oh, I know." Her voice sounded taunting, just waiting for either the vampire or her little brother to disappear forever.
"Now don't disturb me!" She flung her claws outwards, the tip of it barely crazing the material of Y/N's dress. She hurried into the hallway, the double door slamming shut in the wind.
Looking down her body, there was a gap in her dress that she quickly knotted together. She did not want the sisters to laugh at her for her skin to peek out.
"She's always so formal when she has guests." The slightly metallic voice echoed off the dark walls and when Y/N turned around with her hands on her dress, he stepped out of the shadows.
The dim light barely showed the emotions on his face, but Y/N knew even if under enough lights, Heisenberg was unreadable and it was very dangerous to be near him.
His hammer was dismissed, nowhere to be seen when he approached her slowly. He looped one thumb around the hem of his jeans that were held by a belt and other accessories around it.
"You've heard," She hesitated, looking for an escape but the scrap metals behind her hindered her from fleeing in her human form.
"How would you know?" He mused.
It was either to ride or die with what he meant to do with her - Y/N finally understood in which situation she was in. Lady Dimitrescu would not move one muscle if she would scream for help, so she had to help herself.
Unfortunately, as she jumped up and formed into a flying bat to hurry past him, he caught her right-handed.
With his gloved hand around her, she sunk into her human form and gasped in his grip. Her feet dangled an inch above the ground, hands darting out to towards his, trying to pull herself out of the chokehold.
He removed the shades from his eyes with a smirk, revealing radiant green eyes that shone with mischief.
"I won't kill you," She tried to coax out, the words leaving her throat painfully and breathy.
"I'm not really bothered," He grinned, stuffing his glasses into the inner pocket of his jacket with one hand draped around her neck, watching her struggle above him. "You won't even draw flies in your current state. But I am certain there is something buried there and I am fucking tempted to find out what it is."
Y/N struggled against his grip, trying to kick and hit him in the distance. Though all she could reach was his arm and he seemed uninterested.
All of a sudden, he let go of her neck and she fell onto her knees, gasping for breath and coughing with what she had left. The metal-made door disappeared into little shreds and Heisenberg walked past her before stopping midway.
His boot was on top of her dress and he dropped his gaze, looking at her timid figure.
"We have the same goal, you and I." He leaned low, his breath tickling the back of her neck and the fine hair stood up with goosebumps. "I know we can make it, Y/N!"
"But first of all, we have to get your strength back. Stand up," He commanded and she struggled, stuck with her dress underneath his boot. He snorted when he noticed, dragging his feet from the silky material.
"Now follow me, little thing," He licked his bottom lip and walked up the steps towards his chambers for the night. She followed him slowly, out of breath and strength.
Despite her worry and doubt, she knew that Heisenberg hated Lady Dimitrescu at least as much Y/N did. He had a funny way of showing it sometimes.
The chamber door shut after them and he pressed metal bars against them, either to leave her in or let others out. It was a terrifying thought.
"I'll take you with me when I leave. This way I know you are not dying on me and I have a backup plan," He shaped a castle with metal in front of the two, pointing his index finger at it.
"You are going this way and meet me in the forest. If you won't be there until the sun sets, you'll be dead," He explained dryly, then turned to her. "The Lycans would love to get their filthy claws on a virgin."
"I'm not a virgin," She muttered.
"Now we know why she hates you," Heisenberg chuckled.
"Nevertheless, you are a woman and that's what they are craving. And for your own sake, you should not be wearing that as much as I fucking like that on you, sugar," His green eyes scanned her wine-red silk dress, stopping at the perky nipples that shone through.
"I, myself, am having a hard time resisting and I am just a man. Now imagine those animals when they smell you in the distance," He let his gaze linger down her long legs, his thumb brushing across his bottom lip and looking back up into her face.
Her skin was flush with embarrassment and what she recalled as high interest.
"How much control have you got left in you?" He asked, a knife appearing in between his left hand out of nowhere. She furrowed her brows.
"Depending on what?"
The movement of the blade gliding across his hand played in slow motion, drawing the tiniest amount of blood but it was enough for her eyes to turn black and her breath to go ragged.
"I know I'm not the best you've gotten before, Y/N, but it will do enough to gain strength," He held the blood-soaked knife in front of her darkening vision and she flickered between the shining metal and his green eyes.
He jerked his chin forward, expecting her to grab for it. Instead, she stayed in position and craned her neck uncomfortably. Again, the waft of copper and smoke made its way through her nostrils and she closed her eyes, nose flaring angrily.
"Where's the catch?" Her voice was shaking and he knew she would lose control any second.
"Do you expect so low of me?" He shot back but when she opened her eyes, his fingers tapped his belt and Y/N knew what he meant. She frowned in disgust.
"No, Heisenberg, even for you, this is thin." She said roughly.
He turned the knife in his grip, waving around with it and spreading the smell through the whole room.
"Is it? I am offering you my blood and my cock. This is a win-win for you, darling," He smirked widely when Y/N grabbed the weapon, tongue darting out to clean it.
"That's what I thought," He hummed. "How does it taste?"
"Strange... but inviting," She opened her eyes to meet his, her orbs back again to their normal color. Heisenberg rose one eyebrow.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes," She agreed and turned the knife, giving him the handle that he took gracefully. He sat down on the edge of his soft bed, legs far apart when he positioned the sharp metal across the artery on his wrist.
"You are not going to die, are you?" The softness in Y/N's voice made him stop at his actions, looking up to see a calm exterior and a sweet smile.
"I may fall, but I do not die. I'm unbeatable," There was a hint of a grin when he offered his blood to her and Y/N could not bring herself to look away, falling on her knees.
Her hands rested on top of his knees and a dirty smirk plastered on his handsome face, "Just be careful."
She leaned her head against his offering hand, nose touching the wound and dipping her sharp fangs into it.
Heisenberg groaned at the strange feeling of heat in his arm and unconsciously jerked his hips upward into nothing but air.
"Be careful," He repeated with a strained voice. "You are doing very good, Y/N."
It took everything in her to control herself but she felt life come back into her soul, humming against his wrist and meeting his eyes. They were heavy-lidded and his mouth was open, causing her to stop immediately.
"Are you okay? It was not too much, was it?" She asked timidly, wiping the blood on the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Does sucking blood make you good at sucking dick?" He asked after a while of keeping his mouth shut and Y/N watched his shaky hands fumble with the belt.
She helped him unbuckle it, metal clattering when he lifted his hips and the woman removed his pants in one swift movement.
"How about we find out?" The tip of her tongue flicked across her bottom lip, his dick bobbing back and forth as it got free from its cage.
"I don't mind a little teeth," He smeared the blood from his wrist onto his hairy thigh, patting it. "And a little foreplay."
Y/N leaned forward, licking up the trail he had left her, and sucked the soft skin into her mouth, drawing red marks. His dick twitched with excitement.
Her left hand wrapped around his already hard cock, moving it up and down his length, using the other to scratch his thigh, leaving white streaks behind.
He groaned loudly. He let his mind run wild, imagining how he would have taken her on this bed if things were less complicated and they would not have the lack of time.
He would wrap his arms slowly around her from behind, his solid dick pressing against her perky ass as he would kiss her from her ear down to her neck until he’d roughly bite down on her shoulder.
Trapping her in between his arms and the mattress, she would squirm underneath his touch, his fingertips tracing every inch of her body while his tongue would trail down her spine, feeling the goosebumps he caused on her skin and her hard nipples between his fingers.
When his fingers would finally find their way to her sex, she would be hot and wet, aching for him like his cock ached for her – wanting him like he wanted her.
The only sounds echoing through the small bathroom would be the running water and her moaning his name when he’d slip a finger between her folds, finding her bundle of nerves.
"Take me, Karl," She would have whimpered.
"Eyes on me," She ordered instead, her strokes became faster and sloppier. Though his cock was rock hard at this point, he could still feel himself swell even more.
Heisenberg stared at the scene in front of him as her lips slowly wrapped around the mushroom tip of his cock, bobbing her head up and down in the rhythm of her hands.
His breath quickened, small hand wrapped tightly around his base, only making him look even larger. Her lips closed around him, a smug expression on her face that drove him wild.
"You are such a good girl," He told her.
She smiled, moving her hand up and down before she took him back in, gagging as his tip hit the back of her throat. His marked thighs trembled with pleasure and electricity.
He was close. Very close.
"Fuck," He moaned as he spewed hot ropes of cum down her throat that she swallowed voluntarily. He tasted sweet, yet bitter. It was strange to explain but Y/N found herself obsessed with him, all of him.
By the time she was done with him, he chuckled dryly and he brushed her hair out of her face roughly.
"You better survive this, darling, because I would love to keep you," He pressed her cheeks together with one hand, and her mouth opened in an O-shape.
"Keep this," He whispered before spitting in her mouth. It had a copper twist to it and Y/N smiled after swallowing. The taste of blood and his seeds evident on her tongue.
She would not forget this. She could not forget this.
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Rusted Metal
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x f!Reader
Summary: All Y/N had on her mind was their last encounter and him promising her, they would see each other again. Going back to the factory, Heisenberg was already waiting for the hunter.
A/N: Part two of Twisted Roads, but can be read as its own.
Requests are always open.
Warnings: NSFW, dom!heisenberg, switch!reader, oral (female receiving), handjob, first kiss, bit of fluff, bit of humor, heisenberg taking his time unlike part 1, losing balance of power.
“Alcina sent you on a hunt again?” The voice grumbled and it had a metallic twist to it. Y/N sighted him in a dark corner, hunched over scrap metals and forming them with his gloved hands.
A dim light shone down on him as he worked, the only illuminator seen a few meters and it flickered every once in a while.
He continued working, not bothered by her presence. His jacket was hung over the armrest of the stool he sat on, shades and hat placed somewhere she couldn't see.
Broad shoulders fit snugly under his beige shirt, and taut muscles flexed in his arm as he gripped a steel bar.
"How did you know it was me?" Y/N approached his shadow, looming behind him at a safe distance. Despite their intimate encounter, she did not know Heisenberg by any means and knew he could lash out any moment per se.
The sound of metal clinging together grew louder the more he bounced the small hammer - compared to his actual weapon - onto the materials. Then it stopped as if her thoughts had interrupted him.
"I smelled you," He said while slowly putting the hammer down. The whirling of the factory continued, though remained silent. He turned his head a little, his scrunched-up nose and greying beard coming into view. "And for a hunter, you are being awfully noisy. I heard you coming minutes ago."
The stool screeched when it got pushed back and Heisenberg rose from his seat, now fully facing her. His shirt was halfway buttoned-down and his slightly hairy chest glistened with sweat. He pulled off his leather gloves, revealing dirty and scarred fingers.
Y/N sighed inwardly, feeling the pool of wetness in her panties just by the look of him. His hair was messy and stood weirdly at some places, thinking that maybe he ran his fingers through them out of stress.
"Whom are we taking on the blame this time?" He grabbed her attention again, a smirk pulling on the corner of his mouth and he lightened a cigar.
His hand was steady when he pressed the end to his lips then exhaled.
"No one," Y/N responded. The smell of pungent herbs slowly spread through the factory and it overlapped the rustic and grime odor. It invaded her senses.
Despite not liking the smell and taste of a cigarette, it seemed kind of comforting to her now.
"Bela ate their only loyal maiden because she could not resist her virgin blood and I needed some fresh air," She added into the weary silence, amusing him. He chuckled.
"I'm afraid this is the wrong place for you then, sugar. There are no flowers in miles." He flicked the grand butt into a puddle of lumpy water with irritation and put on his wrinkled hat, watching her squirm under his green eyes.
"I'm well aware," She shot back, approaching his towering body. He looked to the side and their gazes fell onto the large hammer resting against a beam.
So, Y/N was not the only one who was being cautious. How funny after the time they had spent on the same desk he used to work on no longer than minutes ago.
"I am surprised that you are still alive. I assumed my sister would have taken your head with those marks on your tits." There was a fleeting grin as his hand balled into a fist, the weapon shaking with his power.
It was a silent thread, giving her the indication that Y/N would be sliced open by steel before she could dare bring out her power.
"I am sure they know how bad I have ruined you. Just by the smell of it," Heisenberg stood not far away from her, but enough that she could not see the dangerous flicker in his bright eyes.
"Our allyship is based on loyalty, truth, and communication. Lady Dimitrescu knows what happened last time I came here, and I brought Charlie back," She responded, remaining cautious and serious.
There was no time for a little teasing, not for Heisenberg anyway. He seemed to be on edge as if the smallest of things could set him off.
"So, every time you leave the castle, my sister knows I'm stuffing your holes with my cock?" He loved the bitter idea of his sister screaming and raging in her huge castle that her so-loyal hunter ran back to her beloved brother.
"Perhaps," Y/N started but stopped mid-sentence. His tongue darted out to lick over the upper row of his white teeth in - what seemed to be - furious anger and lust.
"Perhaps, I would not use those words, but yes."
He hummed, the distaste of her response lingering on his tongue. There was something about him today that seemed different, the roughness around his edgy personality softening.
"Y/N, I've got no idea what you're looking for but you won't find it with me," Heisenberg spoke up after they met each other's eyes and she was the first to break it.
"I am not looking for love if that is what you think," She brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and her fingertips tingled. Pink flourish escaped them and it was her emotions that unsettled the control of her power.
It felt strange and she began to shake, infuriating Heisenberg and he wielded the giant hammer over his shoulder, holding it there just in case.
"You really are desperate, aren't you?" He twisted the weapon underneath his grip as if it weighed nothing, his gaze not leaving her body any second. The cloud disappeared into a sweet sense that covered the bitter taste of oil, smoke, and dirt.
It was her smell.
"You said next time I come around," Y/N's voice faltered and more pink mist escaped her hands. It fell heavily onto the ground, spreading out like fog on a graveyard.
Heisenberg had not noticed before that her arousal smelled just as sweet as the cotton candy, the inside of his mouth slowly filling with drool and his pupils dilated.
The clouds, he thought, it was Y/N losing her mind.
"I said maybe," Heisenberg said, his steel-covered boots moving to kick through the fog and watching as it began to creep up under his clothes.
"Stop it," He warned her.
The smoke tickled his senses and he inhaled, feeling the weight of the hammer on top of his shoulder as he began to lose his strength.
The weapon fell into a puddle of water next to him, causing it to splash across his boots and split the fog from him. It disappeared entirely.
Heisenberg cracked the joints in his neck before approaching her in tentatively slow strides and she met him halfway, trembling with lust.
"What do you think I would do? Spread you out on a luxurious bed and take you sweet? Do you really think I have time for this nonsense?" He asked, taking a handful of her ass through the thin material of her summer dress.
She leaned into him, craning her neck back to look up at him with puppy-like eyes. One hand rested on top of his chest and she felt his hot skin under the tip of her fingers. His heart beat against his ribcage forcefully and a red blush decorated her cheeks.
"Make time for me then," Y/N insisted and his wrinkled hat tipped back when the gap closed between them.
Their lips touched softly at first - The man gaining the upper hand and deepening the kiss rapidly, fingers pulling at the root of her hair and tilting her head. Her breath was sweet and her taste was inviting, Heisenberg leaned in closer.
She moaned into the kiss, her hips unconsciously rutting forward and he swallowed the sound with his mouth, the tip of his tongue darting out to give himself access.
Y/N parted her lips with a gasp, his hand wandering south and underneath her dress. He explored her soft flesh, gripping and pinching her curves.
"I thought you did not like slow," He muttered against her lips, lifting the material of her dress all the way up to her waist, revealing dark lace panties.
"I thought you did not have time for this," Y/N shot back with a smirk and raised her arms from his shoulders, helping him get the material off her.
"Still marked up, I see," Heisenberg mused when his dirty hands cupped just below her bruised breasts, lifting them slightly. She looked down where their touches met, moaning when he fumbled with her nipple. He rolled it in between his fingers.
"I missed that sound." He hummed.
"Have been thinking of you this whole time, draping you across the table and having my way with you again." He pressed her on top of furniture that had not been there before and sat down at the perfect moment a chair appeared behind him.
It screeched to a halt and he adjusted in his seat, fully focusing on her.
"Get those panties off, Y/N." His command made her hurry on her feet, their knees touching as he dragged his eyes down her nude body. Her ovaries dropped on the floor and Karl led her back onto the table, down on her back.
"Now spread your legs, sugar. I want to see all of you," He licked his lips. She followed his instructions like a well-behaved pet, the warmth of his breath fanning across her clit, and her legs twitched, clenching around nothing.
"Look at that," He mused. "The prettiest little pussy I have ever seen and I am going to eat you out like it's my last meal." He had her in his grip now, The Cheshire-like smirk on his face evident enough of his pride.
"You love to hear yourself talk, don't you?" Y/N asked, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked at him. He folded up his shirt sleeves and went to wrap his arms around her thighs.
"You will lose your attitude when I am done with you, sugar," He shot back, leaning back just slightly to scratch his peppered beard against her inner thigh. She shivered, spreading her legs further.
"Might as well put your mouth to good use while you are at it." She suggested with a flirty smile, one leg swinging on his shoulder when he licked his lips.
"I should spank you for that." He made sure to look into her eyes when the engineer nudged the tip of his nose against her clit and she gasped, almost losing balance. Her chest shook with electricity and she forced herself up on her elbows again.
"That was unfair," She whispered, breathless with the small gesture.
"You see, life is not some big fucking party." He dragged her closer to the edge of the table, fingers digging into her skin. "But I can arrange some damn fireworks for you."
She gasped when she felt it - The warm lap against her slick. The slight press of teeth at her skin caused a shiver to caress her spine. The tongue at her folds was large and long and made her legs tremble with it, prodded delicately at her entrance.
He flicked his tongue out and pressed in with great dexterity. For a man who seemed like an engineer for specific precision, he was deliciously sloppy as he ate her out. Her moans were muffled by one of his hands, but she grounded back into him.
Her cheeks were dusted with a light blush as obnoxious loud noises echoed off the factory walls, his tongue darting to her leaking entrance.
Karl seemed to enjoy himself as he tasted her. He groaned into her wetness, slurping up everything Y/N could give him. She could not hear him palming himself, but she heard his labored breathing.
She was cresting, her pleasure just about to burst into blinding light. Then he stopped. She keened pathetically, wiggling her hips even as she felt him pull away. Her sounds of distress were quickly replaced with a gasp as he unceremoniously thrusted two fingers inside of her.
"Look who is silent now," He mused, sucking a dark bruise on her thigh as he kept fingering her.
"You are fucking delicious, kitten. So sweet." He retrieved back to her clit and shots of electricity ran through her body, her hands flying to his hair and fisting it. He hummed, continuing with his rhythm.
"Please, Karl," She moaned, eager for whatever he could give her.
"Faster..." Y/N wiggled beneath him, whining pathetically. He complied, even adding a third finger. She moaned a breathy sound that ended in a grunt as his tongue lapped across her clit.
Y/N screamed as her orgasm ripped through her. Her body went completely stiff as if she had been hit with a metal bar, back bowing, neck arching back, hands clawing at his hair. Her inner walls clenched painfully around his fingers and a certain pink fog escaped her fingers, coating his whole body.
He pulled out his fingers, licking them clean from filth and juices. Y/N was shaking from her height and felt her legs go limp when he stood up, his pants hanging below his knees. He wrapped one hand around his cock, jacking up and down three, four, five times and coming in thick, ropey strands over her wet mount, burning the image of the pearlescent liquid on her swollen, red clit into his mind.
They both remained as they were, Heisenberg panting heavily from his own orgasm until he regained his composure enough to speak.
"I am not done with you yet." He whispered, his mouth pressing against the skin behind her ear and she whimpered. His thumb pressing his cum against her clit, rubbing it slowly in.
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I’ve gotten a few private DMs recently about my Karl Heisenberg smut called Twisted Roads, saying that it‘s rape and non-consent because -
of the ‘drugging’ which is totally not the point i was getting across. Y/N has powers that enhances feelings for a short amount of time depending on how much the ‘prisoner’, in this case Heisenberg, tasted her power which is poisonous. As I’ve written, it was only lasting temporarily and Heisenberg came to his own self (having knowledge of the situation and having the ability to control it and himself), basically being the one who lead their sexual tension to something the better. Y/N gave her consent through body language and praise.
I’m thankful that people are cautious and do not support rape. However, please do not misread the situation as it made me quite upset, being texted from ten different accounts and how ‘disgusting i am’.
Twisted Roads
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x f!Reader
Summary: Lady Dimitrescu lost her pet and as the human hunter, Y/N had to look after them, only to crash into her boss’ brother.
A/N: Everyone’s like OMG Milf Alcina Dimitrescu, but I’m like OMG Dilf Heisenberg. Give me requests, I’m alive again.
Requests are always open.
Warnings: NSFW, dom!heisenberg, switch!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), enhancing sex!drug,little bit of pain fetish, choking kink, rough handling, mention of blood, bit of humor especially cotton candy, heisenberg is basically his own warning ofc
Her feet carried her through the dirt, rocks, and metal scraps. She looked around, the whirling of gears echoing louder, the closer she got. It’s when she walked around the corner that she stopped midway.
He towered in height, already looking at her through his dark shades. If she would have been scared of him, Y/N would have made a run a long time ago or never entered the cave anyway.
“I believe Alcina is on the other side of the city. So, what brings you over here?” He asked in a low voice, his sledgehammer thrown over his shoulders. He looked intimidating but nothing she had seen before.
“I’m looking for Lady Dimitrescu’s pet. They have escaped in the wind,” She rested her hand on top of her hip, looking unimpressed.
“Aren’t you here, kitten?” He mused.
“Very funny, Heisenberg.”
“I’m sorry, kitten, but I haven’t seen a human being in a very long, long time. A living one even longer.” He smirked. “Is that what you want to hear?”
Feeling no threat in the slightest, Heisenberg returned to his task and watched her from the corner of his eye. Little and large pieces of metal circled in between them, forming something for his project.
“Their name goes by Charlie. I’m sure you have heard of them before,” Y/N licked over her top row of clean and straight teeth.
“Rumor has it her pretty maiden and pets never make it further than the underground mine-“ She started.
“Factory,” He corrected, the metals floated midair and he made room to look into her eyes.
“You don’t have anything to do with this, do you?” She pushed a bolt out of her view and he raised a brow.
“Could it just be a crazy coincidence?” He hummed. “Or is something lingering deep down the Factory?” Heisenberg settled the huge sledgehammer made out of mechanical parts against the wall and tipped his head forward.
“Oh, I wonder,” Y/N said sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Are you still Alcina’s little human hunter or have you made yourself a name now?”
He was so full of himself, Y/N thought as he walked around her like she was his prey.
“You would love to know, wouldn’t you?” She followed his gaze.
“That’s why I am asking, kitten.” He smirked.
“And I am not answering, Heisenberg.”
“I believe this conversation is over and I have more important things to do. Finding Lady Dimitrescu’s Pet is only one of them.”
Y/N turned halfway around when metal scraps flew past her in a rush, her hair moving in the wind as Heisenberg blocked her only way out.
“We are not finished yet,” He commanded. “Besides, I am not going to let a petty small human have the last word.”
“I thought you were smarter than that. Don’t you know what I am?” Y/N assumed unlike Alcina, he could not smell her blood. He was a Mutant, though not the same one as her boss. “I figured you would have known by now.”
“Should I?”
Purple mist rose from the soil, turning and twisting around his body. It screeched to a halt when metal scraps and huge parts stopped in front of her face. Some pointed pieces poking her upper chest in what seemed close to mockery.
“You’re a witch,” He stated the obvious. “I expected you to dissipate into insects but I think it’s just a foul Dimitrescu thing. Quite interesting.”
Y/N let him step through the mist, breaking the barrier she had made out of it and Heisenberg let the metal scraps drop on the ground. She exhaled slowly.
“What else can you do, kitten?”
“Well, Heisenberg, I think you have to know that showing off is not my thing. I only do when I kill.” She grinned. “I think not knowing is nice for a chance, isn’t it?”
“I am flattered,” He rolled his eyes behind his shades, “And aroused. I certainly like a woman who has power.”
“Even when she overpowers you?” There was a glint in her eyes that made him smirk. He leaned closer.
“I’m afraid no one does,” He whispered in her face, and instead of cowering away like a scared child, she leaned in as well. A wide smile spread out on her lips.
“Liar,” She whisper-yelled, their noses touching.
This time, the purple mist dropped from the ceiling in superspeed, enveloping him in what seemed like a cage made out of cotton candy. He let her have the moment of power, although laughing.
“I knew you were sweet, Y/N, but this is ironic,” He was definitely amused, scraping off the first layer of cotton candy with his finger and licked it clean. “Do you taste like that, too?” He asked, humming.
“You look very amused,” She stated, walking around in his factory and picking up small pieces of metal, flicking it around between her thumb and finger.
“Oh, I am,” He said.
“I shouldn’t have eaten that if I were you.” Now it was her turn to laugh.
All the lightheartedness left his face as the metal scrap in her hand shook with anger. It sliced a bit of her thumb open, blood softly trickling down her skin. She hissed and sucked her thumb clean after dropping the shaking metal.
“What have you done?” His voice was shaking as well, infuriated by her play. His hands fisted the cotton cage and although metal scraps were working on it, there was no way to escape now. It wasn’t budging.
“Even the smallest bit of the candy makes you feel high on ecstasy,” Y/N explained and the factory silenced immediately. The bolds and saws stopped turning, only Heisenberg’s breathing echoed through the underground tunnel.
“You’ve drugged me?” He spat.
“You’ve drugged yourself,” She corrected. “But don’t worry. If you are not going to fight it, it will be over shortly.”
“I should kill you for that,” He said, though slightly aroused at the thought of danger.
“You are not going to die, Heisenberg. Sit it out, and I will remove the cage.” Y/N said with a funny smile this time.
“You should have told me sooner that your element is drugged.” He muttered. The metal scraps stopped shaking, lying motionless on the ground. Besides feeling helpless, Heisenberg chose to trust Y/N’s words which were very rare.
She formed a cotton-like chair behind him, nodding her chin forward.
“Sit, it will make it less difficult for you,” She ordered and he huffed when sitting down. “My chemical compound can be separated by passing an electric current through it. But I would wait a minute before doing that.”
“The two of us are polar opposites,” Heisenberg commented, taking the soft seat behind him as he felt quite dizzy. He rolled his eyes back for a short second, then came back to reality.
“Yeah, that’s why we hate each other,” Y/N pointed out, flattening her hand on top of her thighs when sitting down. Like the military, Heisenberg noted.
“Do we?” He didn’t notice he was lulling slightly, the drug hitting at one force. “Or do you just want me to fuck you really good that you can’t walk for days?”
“It’s working already,” She stated. Despite knowing he was drugged, the words lingered around for a little longer, her legs closing in. Unconsciously making friction as her thighs touched.
“When do you ever stop talking?” Heisenberg groaned, standing up from his seat and leaning into the cage, fisting the barrels in a harsh grip. His knuckles turned white, the glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose and revealing piercing green eyes with yellow pecks in them. His pupils were dilated, almost consuming all the color.
“I am going to stuff your pretty little mouth with my cock and make you beg for it to stop. Maybe then you will lose that attitude of yours,” He rasped. One corner of his mouth rose into a smirk. “A brat has to be tamed. Are you one, Y/N?”
“Not that I know of,” She responded.
Her cheeks tinted with arousal and her stomach reacted with butterflies and electricity. It’s been a long time since she had used her power on someone else, especially someone who was incredibly attractive and very demanding.
Y/N used to have a crush on him the first time she saw him along with Mother Miranda and by the reaction she was now having, she knew it was never truly gone. It only lightened her fire further, wanting to be draped over the desk and let him have his way with her. But she resisted.
“Look at you, kitten, trying to make enough friction to get off. But it’s not working, is it?” He fully smirked now. “Imagine how perfect I would make you feel with my hands and mouth. I bet you like to be choked while I eat you out like a full course meal, eh?”
Y/N exhaled shakily, trying to keep a straight face while he was talking and talking. It felt like he never stopped and in actuality, she never wanted him to.
“The moment I leave this cage, I will bend you over the table and,” His words were stuck in his throat as the drug seemed to disappear his body and reality came back eventually.
He blinked a few times, his hips were bucked forward until he straightened his pose, flicking the glasses back on top of his nose.
“And?” Y/N stood up with a teasing smile, waving her hand to dismiss the soft cage and Heisenberg stumbled forward, not prepared to lose the ground underneath his feet.
Metal scraps flew up and she felt herself being pushed to the wall by the surge of his energy, bolts and plates flinging around her wrists and holding her in place.
“Y/N, Y/N...” He tutted, approaching her in long, yet slow strides. He stood mere centimeters away from her, his breath fanning in her face as he towered above her.
She exhaled shakily, aroused at the scenery in front of her. A man who knows what he wants and will be taking exactly that.
“You’ve given me a sex drug,” Heisenberg did not hide the dirty smirk plastered on his face when he removed the shades from his face, flinging it back only to be caught by metal scraps midair.
He leaned in, one hand resting on the wall next to her ear and caging her in completely. “You’re smart, and you’re strong. It’s a shame you are not working for me, kitten.”
She felt his bulge press against her upper thigh, her heart jumping at his excitement and the way he was dominating her. As if he was the perfect piece for her puzzle, clicking in just right.
“It’s not a sex drug,” Y/N spoke quietly and he furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the side. “It encourages your feelings. Usually, when I have my prey caged, their feelings of helplessness and fear heightens drastically that they become unconscious or die.”
“However, my power only increased the amount of arousal that was held within you and-“ She was gladly interrupted as a few metal scraps fell on top of her mouth and sewed them shut.
“Alright, I get it now,” He spoke slowly, eyeing her up and down like he would eat her alive. She squirmed underneath his piercing eyes, hands forming into a fist under the shackles.
“You did not come all the way over here to look for Alcina’s pet, did you?” Heisenberg’s eyes squinted for a moment and the metal scraps around her mouth lifted temporarily.
“Speak,” He ordered. “Because you know there is nothing to be found in this factory unless you want to rile me up that I’ll pounce on you, kitten.”
He moved in between her legs and spread them apart, his bulge pressing deliciously against her core, and Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth.
“I said fucking speak,” Heisenberg gritted his teeth, one hand going on top of her throat and fingers digging against the carotid artery.
Adrenaline and lust rushed through her veins, her hips bucking as his hand wrapped around her neck and getting friction with his leather-clad jeans.
“I will choke the life out of you if you do not obey me, kitten, and you damn well know I will,” A large smirk spread out on his face and he rose one brow. “My rivalry towards my sister only spurs me further on to ruin her sweet hunter. Alive or dead. It’s the blood she craves.”
“Ruin me,” Y/N tried to say against his hand and he loosened his grip, smirking. “Say that again, Y/N. It sounded wonderful.”
“Ruin me, Heisenberg, please. I’m begging you,” She let her droopy gaze drop down his lips, watching as he revealed pearly white teeth.
“My pleasure.” He said, metal parts falling from both her wrists onto the ground, freeing her completely. Y/N rubbed her sore wrists, looking after him.
“Desk,” The man ordered. He pulled off his hat, putting it on a hanger as he stared at her.
“Move your ass on the desk or I won’t touch you.”
“Yes, sir,” She responded and walked past him, earning a slap on the ass and doing exactly what he told her. She sat on top of the table, legs closed and hands next to her hips.
“I love when you obey me, Y/N. This makes it easier for the both of us, don’t you think?” The tip of his tongue dragged across his bottom lip and she followed the movement with her eyes, sighing.
He reached behind her to throw the rest of his engineering stuff off the desk and pushed her on her back by his broad hand. Wordlessly, Heisenberg pulled her closer by her hips and groaned at the touch.
“I’ve been waiting for a long time now and I can’t deny your sweet cunt anymore, Y/N,” He drawled. “I’m not going to eat you out and I am not taking it slow by any chance. That’s not my thing anyway.”
“I don’t like slow,” She mustered up her courage and lifted her hips up as he pulled off her skirt and panties in one swift motion.
“Good,” He muttered. “Then we are settled.”
“Good,” She returned.
Y/N slipped out of her many layers that hid her beautiful chest and some weapons. They clattered loudly on the floor but Heisenberg did not mind a bit.
She helped him slip off his jacket and unbuttoned both his shirts quickly, his mouth on her neck, sucking, licking and biting.
The scratch of his beard was a delicious burn and Y/N couldn’t deny it anymore. She had been waiting for this moment the day she arrived at the Dimitrescu castle and he was there to argue with his sister.
Who could blame her? She was a woman with needs after all.
Heisenberg let the material of his clothes slip down his strong arms, revealing a tanned and trained chest along with dog tags around his neck. Y/N angled her knees for him to further press himself against her body, making out with her skin and leaving deep red marks across them.
“Heisenberg,” She moaned underneath him, electricity ran through her body and she tried to reach his belt only to feel his hands on it already.
He unbuckled his belt in a hurry, his jeans falling down his knees and Y/N wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, exploring his hard-on.
“Yes,” He groaned into her ear. “I’m going to fill you up and take you however I want, Y/N.”
“Please,” She whispered, chest-heaving.
The mushroom tip of his dick slipped in between her folds, coating himself with her wetness and teasing her clit. Y/N was already infatuated with him, loved feeling his heavy dick on her hand and clit.
“You are so wet, kitten, and I have barely touched you,” He grinned against her neck and leaned away to look into her droopy eyes, his cock lining up with her entrance.
“I’m going to make you forget your own name,” was the only warning she got when he trusted his thick girth into her pussy. He fully stretched her and it burned slightly, but Y/N did not get any time to adjust to his size.
Metal scraps flew on top of her wrists, holding them in place when his hands dug into her hips. He slipped in and out of her relentlessly, a quick pace and hard trust as he nudged a soft sponge inside of her.
The dog tags clung together with the movement and she wished to pull on it, to feel his mouth on hers and their tongues fight for dominance.
Y/N was breathing hard and moaned every time their hips fully connected, his huge cock seated inside of her for a moment before pulling out almost all the way only to slam back into her.
She cried out, eyes squeezing shut and legs shaking with each movement. Heisenberg gritted his teeth at the view and let a groan slip out of his mouth, encouraging her to moan louder.
“You like it when I take you rough, don’t you? When I am releasing all that pent-up anger on you,” He slapped her face and Y/N came back to reality, fucked into the table and she focused on his face. Her vision was blurry still, yet she tried.
“Y-Yes, sir. Oh god, yes,” She whimpered when his fingers dug deeper into her skin, leaving dark bruises in its wake.
His hands wrapped around her throat again, palm resting on top of her collarbones and he squeezed, careful not to actually cut off her breath.
She became louder. Intensely louder.
“You take me so well, kitten.” Heisenberg slammed back into her, never decreasing his pace and Y/N was already on the edge of her orgasm.
A hot knot built in the lower pit of her stomach that wanted to be released so badly, and she kept on gasping, moaning and begging for him to continue.
“Do you think you can take more? I’m going to fuck you into oblivion,” The man twisted one nipple in between his fingers and she shuddered, trying to get out of her shackles. She met his trust, raising her hips like a desperate whore and swirling them in the perfect rhythm.
He flicked her clit playfully as he continued fucking her at a relentless pace, one hand playing with her clit and the other with her tits. Metal scraps forced her to stay in place, wrapping around her stomach and making it hard to breathe.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and earned a deeper seat inside of her, his mushroom tip fully hitting her g-spot and causing her to cry out.
“You want to cum, kitten?” He asked sweetly.
“Yes, please, I want to cum, Sir. Please, let me come,” She gasped through ragged breaths and he circled his fingers on her clit, putting more pressure on her core.
“Do it, Squeeze my cock,” Heisenberg ordered, a pearl of sweat rolling down his forehead and the litters of small scars. Y/N did exactly that - As she came down from her height, her walls fluttered around him and he faltered in his pace, rutting his hips forward.
“Gods, you are so tight! Can’t hold out much longer - I need to fill you with my seed,” He groaned in her ear and despite feeling the soreness, she felt her second orgasm approaching and his dick already starting to swell up.
“Yes...” She moaned, nodding at him. “Please, yes, I want you to.”
Just as he came, he pushed all the way into her pussy and buried himself to the hilt inside of her. When the head of his cock was kissing the mouth of her womb, he held rock solid and steady and she felt his thick shaft ripple inside her.
“Come on my cock, kitten,” He growled, circling her clit.
Y/N couldn’t have done anything else if her life depended on it. She threw her head back and moaned, as Heisenberg filled her.
“Good god,” She whispered hoarsely as the pleasure finally faded, leaving her panting for breath.
“I need more,” She admitted then and Heisenberg smirked. “I know it sounds crazy. I should be completely exhausted, but I- I want more. I need more.”
“I know, Y/N,” He brushed a wet strand of hair out of her face and despite his words, he slipped out of her. She felt his cum drip down her entrance and bit her lip.
“I need to get back to work - I still have a lot to do. Maybe another time,” The man loosened the metal scraps from her body with his mind and she rose from her position.
“And it’s Karl,” Heisenberg said, zipping up his pants and leaving her alone to clean herself up. The loud scrambling and whirling of metal echoed through the underground factory then.
Y/N asked herself if it had been there almost the entire time or if it just started now that he was finished with her.
As she moved to stand up and pick up her belongings, she felt the soreness of her thighs and in between. He surely kept up to his promises. She smiled.
To be continued here!
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Have ever thought of writing about Kilgrave? There is so little fan fics about him!
Hi, yes! Please, do send me requests off him and I will work on it real quick :) x
Hi, I’m still very much alive! People keep requesting Smuts and so far I have finished a Castiel x Dom!Reader such as an Aziraphale one and two Crowley Smuts. Though, I have to admit I’m currently active on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/users/imaginesforjoy) and it’s wild. You can request anything on there. Currently there is only GOT but believe me, I’m quick to post 💙
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Sweet Emotion
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Steve loved Y/N for good, and although it wasn't the best of ideas he had, they fell for it entirely.
A/N: Just so you know, Steve is nineteen in this imagine (that may or may not will have two more parts). It’s set between S2 and S3.
Requests are always open.
Warnings: NSFW, switch!steve, switch!reader, a little bit of angst, riding, no feelings attached.
Steve wished that it was a decision made of liquor and debauchery. He couldn't recall how their 'so perfect' arrangement was made. No feelings, no jealousy, and no emotions.
But one day, through no fault of his own he found himself shattered and alone with nowhere to turn. With the phone in his hands and calling for the only one he thought of this very moment, Y/N soon stood at his porch with that undying smile of hers.
A beautiful girl with no interest in falling in love, what could be better? Steve knew this was a bad idea because Y/N already made his head spin before they were heading down that path. He knew she will wrap him around her delicate finger in a split second and leave a lasting impression. One that he couldn't escape any time soon.
"You're usually full of laughs and everything," She noted, kissing his hot skin. His cheeks turned rosy red once she placed her lips onto them. She sat on top of him, his hands lazily resting on her smooth thighs. He was already breathless.
"Do you want me to?" He asked with unsureness in which Y/N snorted. "Please, as much as I love your laugh, that would be completely out of place." She smiled with a hint of a joke.
Steve squeezed her thighs before his soft lips collide with hers in a mesmerizing kiss. It shouldn't leave a tingle on his lips. It shouldn't have made his stomach erupt in a thousand butterflies. His eyes shut close, never parting from her.
"There he is. Beautiful and stealthy." She smiled before trailing her lips underneath the side of his jaw. Steve moaned as she sucked the skin into her mouth, nibbling and biting just as he liked it. In fact, he found himself craving for every little touch, for every compliment she could give.
She could pull on his hair and tell him how awful he was, and his heart would make these awful jumps. Just in this very moment, his heart was racing when her fingertips started exploring his sides. It tickled him just lightly, but he was in such bliss that he didn't react to it.
Steve's uniform was scattered on the floor, his white hat barely hanging off the post of his bed and his blue shorts laying at the entry of his room. Her clothes were laying over a chair that stood in the corner of the room and a pair of panties were thrown behind them. His parents weren't home. He wouldn't dare to bring her home at such an early hour if they would've been. Or any time that mattered.
Steve Harrington was risky, but... That risky? He wouldn't recommend it.
"Shit. Can you- Can you slow down? I'm already so close." He breathed. Her fingers were looped around his boxer shorts when she smiled down at him. Y/N pulled away and nodded, pushing her hair back one more time.
There was the understanding and the reassurance that made Steve weak in the knees. Y/N never judged him for anything, not even when he used to be an asshole and was the King of Hawkins High. "Are you okay? I know how exhausting your day was so I-"
She broke out into a sudden gasp, his big hands raking up her chest and giving a soft squeeze. She shut her eyes approvingly and cupped his hands that played with her delicate skin. "Has the cat got your tongue?" Steve mused.
"Shut up, Harrington," She watched him through her long lashes and he noticed her eyes to be droopy from lust. He swallowed. "What are you waiting for?" She challenged him, biting the insides of her cheeks. Steve knew she wasn't going to last long either, so he gestured her to sit up.
She followed his instructions, already opening up the drawer of his nightstand and slamming it shut when grabbing for the condom. Sliding back into bed, Steve threw his boxershorts away and smiled at her. She situated herself on top of him again, her left hand on his slightly hairy thighs.
Y/N opened the packaging with her teeth, and there was no way that a man wouldn't have found it to be incredibly attractive. Steve had to hold in a groan, watching her slip it on and take his member in her hand.
He thrusted his cock deep insider her, their hips connecting with each hit of her sensitive spot.
Steve threw his head in his neck and she met his thrusts, her eyes locking with his chocolate brown ones. With a sigh, she gave his shoulder a stinging love bite and Steve groaning against her ear.
"Fuck, that feels so good." He breathed against her neck and as she softly leaned her chest against his, she let his short nails dig into her thighs. His lips sucked her neck softly, licking afterward to soothe the uncomfortable feeling of the mouth-made mark.
"Steve," She moaned in his embrace and widened the angle of her legs to let him dig deeper with each thrust. She whimpered at the new position. "You are doing so well." She gasped.
Steve's cheeks tinted a faint pink at her dirty talk and bit his bottom lip, deeply sliding his length inside her wet mount. She moaned louder this time. "You love me on top, don't you? When I take you like this?" He nodded almost inaudible but she smiled at him when noticing.
Y/N brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his neck softly. His face moved to the side, giving her more space to pepper with kisses. He groaned. "Please, Y/N, quicker."
She arched her back as their moans and pleasure intensified with each hard thrust she made. Y/N leaned her head in the crook of his neck and Steve moaned into her ear, guiding her body just as delicately. Steve and her both came at the same time, louder moans and whimpers filled the room.
Not a little long after, Y/N was the first to move in their embrace. She was always the one who would separate first, Steve knew that. She was always the one who would leave the house and act as if nothing ever happened between them. No matter how intense their nights were, how intimate they were. No feelings, no jealousy, and no emotions.
Steve found himself looking after her as she scrambled for her clothes and changed in his bathroom. He sighed as he sat up, the blanket pulling over his lap.
"I'm having a day off tomorrow. I might be hanging with my family or with Grace, so you better not knock on my window." She said, her feet sliding into her sneakers and eyeing the naked boy. "Actually, don't come in through my window any time soon. My father noticed the ivy you've ripped from the walls."
Steve rolled his eyes with a smile. "I would knock on your door but you'd cut off my hands before I can."
"And that is the way it should be." She zipped up her jacket, hiding her black band T-Shirt. She threw his boxer-shorts at him which he took thankfully and put them on. He stood up and she grabbed for her bag.
"Do you need a ride home?" He asked, knowing fully well they've driven to his home at this late hour. She shook her head nonetheless. "Can I use your phone? I'm going to ask Grace to pick me up."
"Really? She's living thirty minutes away from here. I can drive. You'll be home earlier anyway," He suggested.
"Steve..." Y/N faced him completely. "We've made a deal, you and I. Worrying about me isn't part of it. I'll find a way home."
He tore his eyes from her and nodded. "You'll handle this."
"Yes, I'll handle this." She agreed, dialing the number of her best friend's house after eyeing him strangely. Steve turned around, rubbing his face with his right hand and staring after the girl he was sharing a bed with. He sighed.
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Are you ok? I just wanna know if you are doing well, I miss you.... It's alright if you don't write, just stay as happy and healthy as you can ❤💜💙
I am incredibly sorry for letting you all out in the dark for almost one year. I’ve been copying with a lot lately and have been pretty busy with work and college altogether. While I do have seen some Inbox requests of Good Omens, there were a lot of people asking for some very interesting ones. From Sex Education to Money Heist, I found enormously cool ideas. Which does not mean, I will stop on writing Good Omens ones. In fact, I do continue with that I just don’t want to stick with one fandom at the moment. I’ve read a lot of Stranger Things requests that I will work on. I hope, you will be as hyped for it as I am.
might take my (boy)friend to alpha centauri today
Be my muse.
Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Summary: Gabriel always hated humanity. He always wanted the great big plan to be over but when he suddenly met you, he somehow softened up.
A/N: I’ve never been this worse at writing but this actually means it’s a good thing since I’m only good when I’m deeply depressed. Three people, one who is always reblogging my posts, my best friend and my frate (it’s a combination) is helping me through a lot. Thanks to everyone, I love you.
Requests are always open.
Warnings: NSFW, tension, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), lack of knowledge in the sex department, a lot of talking, fluff
Gabriel jogged past you first with another guy following close behind. You caught their weird conversation but didn’t think twice about it, shortly looking after the man who wore a grey training suit.
His body was fit, legs long and thighs thick. Arms beefy and his hair was brown. You haven’t really seen his face but somehow, you guessed he was very good looking.
Half an hour later you have pressed all the stuff against your chest you have brought to the park for your drawings but they slipped out of your grip as soon as someone had hit you from the side. You made a hmph sound and caught yourself before your face met the ground, your materials slipping over the pavement and one pencil rolled in the bushes.
The guy that had grunted was considering whether to continue jogging or stay but when he saw your frustrated and upset face, there was no other way he could have left you like that. A huff left his lips and you noticed someone helping you, their big hands reaching for all the fallen pencils.
You quickly shuffled out of your shock and picked up your own stuff. When you didn’t see anything you have left on the ground, you rose on your feet and looked up to the man whose hands were held out before you with all your belongings. “I’m sorry for bumping into you. I haven't seen you there,” His lips were formed into a firm line as he handed you the materials and you have taken them gratefully.
“Thank you…” He noticed your voice fading, an attempt to get an answer from him. He didn’t really know what you intended to wanna hear from him, scratching the back of his neck. You laughed and Gabriel was sure it was the most beautiful melody he has ever heard in his whole existence.
“Thank you, stranger,” You repeated and looked into his inhuman lilac eyes, not sure if it's because of the grey sky that they looked so weird or because they are natural that way. Gabriel watched you walk away, your hips moving nicely with every step and you looking past your shoulder to him, a smile leaving your lips.
Gabriel’s heart skipped a beat though he didn’t smile, he just nodded at you and decided to continue jogging just the same direction where he came from.
Next week, same hour, he found you sitting at the bench where you both crashed into each other. He was about to pass you until your head lifted up from your sketching and you smiled at him. Gabriel slowed down on you, “No bumping this time? I’m offended.”
You chuckled at him and you didn’t really notice that you made room for him to take the place next to you. The corners of his mouth twitched as he took the seat on the bench. “I’ve seen you several times with that book. What are you drawing?”
You paged a site backward and showed him a portrait of children with big googly eyes and two long teeth at the front. “It’s mainly the people that walk past me that I find to be inspiring. I also draw woods and my dream house. I know it’s ridiculous,” You smiled shyly.
“It’s not,” If it has been any other person or celestial being to say so, he would’ve laughed disturbingly loud but he found your words and thoughts to be quite soothing. A reassuring smile made its way onto his lips. He rarely smiled, only when he was sarcastic and honestly, he looked very pissed when he’d fake a smile. But this was real and the feeling that was sent through his whole body was very inviting.
“I like art. Where I live, there is tons of sculptures and art framed on the wall,” He was very proud, to say the least, and you heard it in the tone of his raspy voice. “If you come over a few more times, you can put a drawing of yourself on your wall,” You intended to flirt and another smile left his lips, his eyes sparkling a lighter purple.
“Interesting eye color by the way,” You turned to your drawing and flicked your wrist, the trees gaining in personality and beauty. Gabriel ignored your compliment and watched you concentrate on the paper, the black piece of coal and the talent of yours forming a beautiful picture. You shortly drew a passing stranger, someone who looked very much like him.
“Hey, that’s me,” Gabriel leaned closer into the picture and you didn’t mind the close proximity, shrugging, “Well, we will never know.”
“We won’t? That’s rude. I was actually getting excited,” Gabriel backed away from you when he noticed that he was face to face with you, his heart thumping harshly against his chest. “I’ve never caught your name,” You said after finally looking in his eyes and he rose one brow.
“That’s because I didn’t say it,” He sassed back with an upcoming cheeky smile. “My apologies, my name is Gabriel.”
He held out his hand, it shook in nervousness when it stretched out and you’ve taken his hand, shaking it when you said your full name. “Do you have a last name, Mister Gabriel?”
“Not that I know of, Miss Y/L/N,” He grinned back and your hands pulled away in synchronization, your hand found it's way back around the pen and you continued on drawing with Gabriel watching. “You are a mysterious one, aren’t you?” You shortly looked up at him and he sat there, confused about your words.
“Tell me about yourself,” You spoke. He straightened his back, sitting almost like one of his co-workers and when he noticed, he tried to relax a bit. No one had ever asked him to be personal, to tell them what he liked or disliked. “That’s for next week,” The brunette stood up and patted the dirt off his training clothes, his eyes following your lashes, your adorable nose, and pink lips.
“You are intending to see me next week?” The pencil stopped in its movements and you lifted your beautiful eyes, first looking at his sports shoes and then into his lilac iris. They looked kind and sweet, his nose crinkled when he smiled at you.
“I’ll be there at the same time and same place. It’s your decision if you’d like to come for a chat,” With that Gabriel walked backward and turned around to jog down the path. You clunk onto the sketch you’ve freshly drawn and the pencil in your hand, watching him disappear behind the trees.
Weeks followed by, you’ve met at the same place every time you could. You have learned a lot about him, about his work and his friends. There were a few questions left - Where he lived, why he always wore the same outfit and why his eyes were lilac instead of natural eye color.
Visiting at your meeting place soon became seeing each other at your home, either sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea and talking about whatever came to your mind or you both sat on the couch, literally doing the same thing while a movie was playing in the background. And you soon found out that the guy you took an interest in isn’t by any chance normal but an angel.
“I like this,” He said out of nowhere, his voice cracking out of nervousness and he checked your expression. “I like spending time with you. Is that cheesy?”
Gabriel sat next to you, the outsides of your thighs touching softly and he watched you burst out into a smile. “I like us too,” You looked into his lilac eyes and there was a glint of curiosity in them, glimmering with something else. “Us?”
“You and me. Us,” putting your drink onto the glass table, Gabriel’s thoughts wandered south, thinking whether or not you like him the way he liked you. He had the opportunity to look into your mind but Gabriel was different from what he was in the middle of the apocalypse and before that. Now that he has changed, he wanted to be a bit more human for you. To be more sincerely and not to be afraid of showing emotions.
“You are overthinking again, angel,” He heard your soothing voice and when he looked at you, you had pinched his cheek. “Is it that obvious?” Gabriel huffed, his eyes rolling. “Just a teeny tiny bit.” You held up your thumb and forefinger, showing the smallest gap between them as you could and a quiet chuckle left your pink lips.
“Hey, you know what we haven’t done?” Confess our feelings for each other, Gabriel thought. He shook his head, eyes watching you jump up from the couch and leave him behind. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to get something. I’m not running away on you,” You shouted back from the bedroom, gathering all the materials you needed and approached him with full arms. He rose his brows. “Remember when I told you I only draw portraits of people I find inspiring and pretty?”
“You said mostly,” He reminded you and you nodded.
Gabriel watched you spread all the pencils on the glass table and sat cross-legged in front of him with a paper block in hand and a gleaming smile. “Stay,” You told him and he continued on watching you fumble for a pencil.
“Chin higher, please,” Gabriel did what you told him to and he watched you with a stern eye, his curiosity getting the best of him and leaning forward every once in a while. You hushed him, softly nudging him back, your forefinger pushing up his chin and flicking a strand of hair out of his face.
Just that touch alone, made him smile at you and you became excited immediately, “Can you stay like that, please? You look amazing.”
You quickly drew his features, a few wrinkles on the edge of his eyes and a tiny scruff around his chin and above his upper lip. Somehow, you’ve never been better drawing someone in your entire existence. You really liked how it turned out and you shortly moved his head closer to yours for coloring his eyes on the paper, “I don’t think I have that color in my storage. I have to mix.”
Gabriel’s face was very close to yours and he was on the verge of just bending forward and kiss you like he always wanted to but there was a specific glint in your eyes, you really wanted to get this picture as perfect as you could and he didn’t want to interrupt your passion in drawing.
He watched you use ten different purple and pink colors on his eyes, your left hand was still around his chin and held him close to you. You looked up once in a while, checking if he was okay and if you got the right tone. After they were done, you continued on his lips and Gabriel felt the heat rising in his body when you looked longer at his mouth than usual.
“Are you always treating your muses like that?” Gabriel joked and you looked up from his lips, raising your brows. “Just the ones I like,” You smiled.
“Could you, uh, turn a bit? I’m on your hair at the moment,” You pushed his hair back and he hummed, his shoulders tensing and relaxing within a few seconds. You brushed your thumb over his brows, forcing them in one direction and Gabriel’s heart was threatening to leap out of his chest.
“I’m finished!” You jumped slightly in your seat and put the pens away, revealing the art you have just drawn. Gabriel felt like he was looking into a mirror, it really looked like him only that his eyes were a lot pinker than they actually were but the drawing was impressive nonetheless.
He noticed your excited smile and he beamed, “I knew you had it in you but this is amazing. Thank you.” You were very happy with his reaction and noticed that his eyes roamed from the art to your face, they lingered on your lips and before you could save the drawing in between your hands, Gabriel smashed his lips onto yours.
You shrieked into his mouth and tried your best to save the drawing you had made, his arms going around your waist and pressing his chest against yours. You wrapped your own arms around the back of his neck, melting into him and closing your eyes, tilting your head to stop your nose from bumping into his.
He moved you on your back and hovered over you, his hands touching every part of you and he pulled away shortly to catch your breath. When you relaxed underneath him, he was on you yet again and you arched into his chest, your legs wrapping around his hips in an instant.
His body weight was comfortably shifting on top of you, just enough where you could tell who had the control during this. Your hands were placed on his chest, your fingers slightly tugging at his grey shirt while he deepened the kiss.
After a while, Gabriel began teasing you like crazy, his lips retrieving from yours and making its way down to your neck, kissing all around. You whined into him, the heels of your feet digging into his butt and causing his front to rut against your heat. Both of you moaned at the contact.
“I’ve been wanting to do this a long time ago,” Gabriel breathed against your neck and planted hot kisses down to your cleavage. With a snap of his fingers, the material was away from your body and you watched him kiss in between of your bare breast, the tip of his tongue gliding out and licking up a wet stripe.
His hand was rising up yet again and you knew he was about to snap his fingers again so you stopped him, holding his wrist in the right moment. “Don’t. I‘d like you to take off my clothes with your hands,“ You smiled at him and he nodded.
“I’ve never pulled any garments off someone,” He truly said and you shuffled under him, “That’s okay. I can show you.”
You slowly unbuckled your belt and turned to open the buttons of your jeans, revealing dark red panties. He peeled the material off your legs and threw it behind himself carelessly, pressing his body onto yours and Gabriel pressed soft kisses on your lips before intensifying them very quickly.
His finger looped around the soam of your panties and you could feel him already wanting to pull on it, yet he rested his fingers there teasingly. His thumb brushed over your skin, stroking it in little circles until he had enough of his own teasing and pulled the material off your legs in one swift motion.
The first thing you did was grab for his scarf and pull his mouth onto your lips, your kisses turning more sensual and passionate. You slowly unwrapped the scarf around his neck and threw it away without looking, your hands already slipping under his jacket and causing the grey coat to glide down his arms and wide back.
Gabriel put it aside and felt your lips on his neck suddenly, nibbling and sucking on it softly and it had him squirming slightly. “Oh, that feels great,” He hummed.
His eyes were closed and a small smile left his mouth when you also hummed, his hand squeezing your outer thigh. Your tongue flicked over a freshly mouth-made bruise and flattened out, rubbing the wet muscle in slow circles.
Gabriel shook with anticipation and want, the tightness of his grip on your thigh increasing only for you to get impatient yourself and kiss him several times, each kiss getting longer and more passionate. The brunette groaned against your lips and after several kisses, he pulled away with another delicious sound. His eyes were closed and he smiled before opening them again and snapping his clothes away.
“That’s unfair,” You mumbled but you weren’t really, really complaining. The sight in front of you was mouth-watering, chest looking soft but trained all the same. His arms were thick and you knew just by looking at his naked upper body he could’ve lifted you up easily. Maybe even with one arm since he is an angel.
You shortly licked your lips, your eyes roaming over every part of his body and after having your eyes fixed on his v-line, you stopped at his hardened length and his beefy thighs.
You flattened out your hand on his chest and exhaled, “You weren’t kidding.” One of his brows pulled up and before he could’ve asked you what you meant, you spoke up again, “You really are an angel.”
“Eh, Y/N,” He looked away for a moment, his cheeks faintly tinting pink. You smiled. “I’ve read a lot about-” Gabriel stopped himself, his skin getting even redder. His neck was also very colored and the prominent veins made it look very interesting.
“I’ve read a lot about pornography they have published along the centuries. Hopefully, this will help me out here,” He confessed, his arm completely snaked around your waist towards your back and you held in a laugh, feeling bad that the angel you were about to sleep with, seemed very unsure and insecure.
“You don’t need to be nervous and you actually can’t do anything wrong. You never did. You are an angel,” You said truthfully and with those words, his lilac eyes started to sparkle. A smile formed itself on his lips and a happy bubbly sound left his throat.
“Besides... I can lead you if you want me to,” You said.
It didn’t take long for Gabriel to decide that he wanted to lay down on his back and have you on top of him although he had to say that he felt pretty guilty for giving you all the work. “It’s okay,” You sensed his uneasiness and stroked his cheeks, your legs wrapped around his hips and hands on his shoulder, not pressing your whole weight onto him.
“Y/N.” Gabriel said breathless, “I’m quite in the mood, yes. But when I’m overwhelmed I tend to...” He didn’t know how to explain it to you, his eyebrows furrowed and he rested his hands on your thighs, getting comfortable with you sitting on him. “I tend to spread my wings.”
“I’d love to see them,” You smiled. “What happens when you show them to me?”
“They are very bright and big. I don’t want you to fall off the couch,” Gabriel smiled at the thought of catching you at the right moment, both of you laughing when he sprouted his wings in front of you. You smiled at him confused, wondering where his mind went to.
“Don’t worry about me,” Your smile grew sweet and Gabriel watched your lips, mesmerized with them as he always has been. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’m falling for you.”
“I understood that reference,” He said, his cheeks forming into apples when he grinned at you. You chuckled, “You’re learning very well.”
After a moment of reassuring him that everything will be fine, you inhaled a puff of air and fisted his dick, guiding it towards your entrance. “Does it hurt?” He asked quickly.
“No, it will feel amazing, I promise,” You bent forward with your hand still around his length, kissing his lips and murmuring sweet nonsense against his lips. Gabriel was quick to kiss back, his hands wrapping around your upper body when he suddenly filled you up to the brim.
A shocked moan left his lips as he stretched out your tight, warm hole. He held you closer to his chest and your lips trailed down his jaw towards his neck, peppering them with more kisses. You had to hold in a very loud moan to not wake up the gods or whoever was around, biting softly into his sensitive skin.
“I have to slide in and out of your heat, right? Slide out of you completely and then back in with a quick thrust...” Gabriel didn’t really finish his questions when he pulled out of you almost all the way and thrust in with a harsh push that made you squeal and moan against his open mouth.
Both, him and you were breathless at that point and Gabriel gave you a short pause before he met your movements, gliding his hardened length in your wet heat. Your ass wiggled back into his thighs and with every rut of your hips, you exhaled even louder, trying to catch your breath.
Gabriel’s hand went higher when moving his hips upward into you, gathering your a few strands to pull a fistful of your hair and it caused a loud moan into his mouth. He swallowed them with more passionate kisses, his tongue gliding over yours and circling around it.
“You are sure you have never done this? Jesus,” You whimpered into his mouth when he hit the right spot, your hands snaked underneath his arms towards his back and you gasped when you suddenly felt something pillow-like.
You opened your eyes, his wings making a brilliant show of shattered light and wild purple, it’s feathers feeling beautifully soft under your tips. His eyes were shut tight, eyebrows furrowed in mouth hung open when he thrust up into you. You met his movements harder this time, his head fell back into the armrest and his hands glided down your hair towards your hips, gaining a better grip.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” He groaned and it did feel amazing. That strange feeling laid in the pit of his stomach and tugged even stronger with each thrust, his ruts getting sloppier and sloppier with each movement and Gabriel swore to his father he thought he would die.
“Shit, I feel like I’m going to pass out,” His chuckle was broken down by a louder groan and you slapped your hips back into his when he met you halfway, his lips trembling and he forced his eyes open, watching your tits bounce with each buck of his cock into your heat.
You looked stunning. Not only was your messy hair very inviting to look at but also your face that was scrunched up in pleasure, how your body reacted to every one of his movements and touches. Your nipples were hard, skin covered with goosebumps and your heat was leaking with wetness.
The slick sound of his cock sliding out of your entrance and back in made everything even more thrilling. Your moans caused the knot in his stomach to get hotter and intense, and from the look of it, you guessed that he was about to come every second.
“You are not passing out, angel. You are about to get an orgasm,” You explained breathless, whimpering when he hit stronger into you. “I’m close, too. So fucking close.”
“Oh yeah, are you? You love getting pounded like that, huh? When I fuck you hard,” His red face and neck were caressed with your lips, planting kisses on his cheek, jaw, neck, and corner of his mouth.
“You are getting dirty, aren’t you?” You retorted back and you wanted to laugh at your comment but one of his pushes knocked the wind out of you. You gasped.
“You have no clue,” He sounded cocky and while you were arching your back, his hands explored your round breasts, kneading it just the way you liked all the while something fluffy held your sides and back.
You noticed his glimmering purple wings holding you in place, not wanting you to fall over and you tried to keep your balance on the edges of his wings. He rolled his eyes back and gritted his teeth, his thumbs flickering over the sensitive buds of your breasts. “I’m about to come, Y/N. Urgh...”
You rode him quicker until they turned sloppier each second, the heat exploding in your body and you moaned pornographic with Gabriel following behind, groaning uncontrollably. “Holy...” His mouth hung low and when both your orgasms washed over you, you still sat on his lap and hold onto his huge wings, shaking slightly.
“Remind me to explore more of that department,” He joked breathlessly and you closed your eyes for a moment until you decided to get a better look of his streaky wings. “They are stunning and I’m quite upset that I only got to see them now.”
“If you’d like to, you can see them every time we are alone,” He suggested. “You are getting pretty confident here, don’t you? Weren’t you the one who was insecure before all this?” Your smile was crooked and he brushed his thumb a little underneath your belly button.
“Aren’t you happy to have this?” He asked with a hint of a joke, his own hand traveling down his chest and towards your knee. “Yes, boss.”
“Mhhh, boss...” The tip of his tongue flicked over his bottom lip and you watched his blown iris gave you a once-over. “Oh, have we found out one of your kinks, mister?”
“I like the sound of it...” You felt him touch you again, only that his hand was resting on the inner thigh of yours a bit longer. “Say it again, please.”
“Are you in for another round, boss? You want to explore more of me?”
“If you ask so nicely...” He trailed his words long and turned to smile at you, his hands flattening just underneath your breast, thumbs lifting them up a bit. “Where do you want your muse to be, sweetheart?”
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Deputy. Sergeant.
Pairing: Deputy Standall x Reader
Summary: Trying to find out who the murder of Bryce Walker is, you also find out what the ache in your heart is causing. None other but Deputy Standall.
A/N: Y’all had to see it coming. Half of my community here knows how big of a fan I am of Mark Pellegrino. Please, also shoot me some great imagine ideas of him AND don’t unfollow me just because I haven’t posted a Good Omens imagine yet sigh… Bill Standall is single here, ok.
Requests are always open.
Warnings: NSFW, deputy!reader, switch!standall, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), corpse, death, angst, main spoilers, hints on a specific character
MAIN SPOILERS; READ AT OWN RISK
“We’ve got an anonymous hint about a dead body lying in the Navy Pier. Are you coming with me, Sergeant Y/L/N?” The blonde Deputy draped the gun holster around his hips, shifting his full weight on one leg when he looked up to meet your eyes.
Your heart squeezed at the mention of another death in your lovely town Evergreen. “Did they say who it was?” Bill Standall shook his head and you grabbed for your phone, stuffing it into the inside of your jacket and putting your taser in your holster.
“No, but I’d take a big guess on the kid who is missing for weeks now,” Bill said after a while, causing his son Alex to look at him in shock.
“Bryce Walker? That poor kid.” You huffed, knowing this kid to be quite ecstatic in drugs and other illegal stuff. Yet, you have noticed the changes in his behavior whenever you walked or drove past him. You hoped that he was okay although a piece of you knew he wasn’t.
“Yeah,” Bill sighed deeply, his fingers rising to hold the bridge of his nose. He rubbed it in stress when he turned around to face his sweating son. “If you’d like I can drive you home, buddy.”
“I want to tag along, if that’s okay with you, dad.” Alex smiled weirdly at him and you weren’t really convinced that he was getting better. Bill had said he was on good terms but by the looks of it, he took a big step back.
“Are you sure you are prepared for this, son?” His son chose to look at you first before at his father, simply shrugging. “Will I ever be?” His voice became cold, too cold for a teenager but you remembered that every child in this whole damn city wasn’t in their best state.
“No,” Your co-worker sighed. “Get in the car, buddy. Y/N, hop on in.” You opened the car door for Alex and when he got in, you slammed it close with a loud thud, taking the place next to Bill. When you looked into the rearview mirror, you caught a glimpse of Alex wiping his forehead clean and going for his phone with shaky hands.
“Navy Pier, huh. That’s where we used to pick up all the drunken kids. Do you think that...” You fell silent hearing Alex clear his throat in distress. Trees passed you by in quick movements and you turned your head to Bill who nibbled on the skin of his thumb while he was driving.
“I’m not sure. We have to take a look,” Bill fell also silent. It didn’t take much to finally arrive at the place where all the other officers, detectives and guard dogs were. A show of blue, red and white lights on the pier. You unbuckled yourself from the seat when the car stopped rolling down the hill and jumped out.
“Alex, please stay in the car. Your father and I have to get out and speak to the officers, okay? Busy yourself with your phone,” You said leaning onto the open car window and he nodded, only hearing you half. A loud peep echoed in his ears and he felt like he was about to collapse of panic. He thought of the possibilities that his dad and you would find out.
He knew you, you never gave up cases until you were sure they were truly finished. You will find out, Alex fucked up. As soon as you were walking away from him, he opened the chat of Jessica and him in panic.
“So, what’s the news?” You looped your fingers under your belt, and Bill gave you a short look, his blue eyes glancing down to where your hands rested. “We cannot identify the corpse yet, we have to talk with Mrs. Walker first. Only she can find out if it is her son.” A criminal profiler said calmly, copying your position.
“Would you let me take a glimpse of that?” You asked. He nodded in response. A small tap on your shoulder made you turn around. “I’m going to talk to others. Are you good?” You waved it off immediately and watched your case partner walk away from you.
“Follow me, Sergeant Y/L/N,” The man in his navy blue uniform lead you towards the dead body and you had to look away first, the smell and sight of it were awful. A light blue jacket was draped around him, immediately identifying it to be the private school Bryce went to.
You shook your head in sadness. “That’s him. It’s definitely the kid, you can’t tell me otherwise.” You wiped your hand over your face and bowed down to the dead body, catching a better glimpse of him. You leaned over some more and when you put on a glove the criminal profiler had given you, you touched his soaked jacket.
“We still have to talk with Miss Walker, Y/L/N,” He said and you nodded, not really listening to him when you roamed through his pockets. No ID, no phone. That’s weird. It couldn’t just slip out of the pockets in the water.
You heard a voice behind you and a whistle, already rolling your eyes.
“Ah-a, Humphrey.” You finally muttered and he listened to what the criminal profiler said. Sergeant Humphrey nodded with a big grin on his lips.
“I know, it’s just. I don’t want her to see her dead son. No one should ever go through that,” You said after a while, getting up on your feet again and letting go of the dead body. You noticed that your co-worker stood very close to you. A provocative act to make you angry.
“Didn’t you?”
“It’s not- You know what, you are an asshole.” Your voice rose, but he only grinned. “Someday, you’ll get beaten for your foul mouth,” You crossed your arms in defense and the criminal profiler was gone in a haste, leaving you alone with the man you hate so much.
“Unless mine is not filled with that Standall dick.” The black-haired man’s lips widened in a bigger smile.
“I’d shut up if I were you. Just because Sheriff has your back, doesn’t mean I can’t break your bones,” You heard steps behind you but chose to ignore it, leaning into your asshole of a co-worker and pushing your index finger into his chest.
“I’d love to see that. I have no hesitation in putting a woman right back in place.” He slapped your hand away.
“Humphrey, I’ll-”
“Can I help somehow, Sergeant Humphrey?” You didn’t have to turn around to know to whom that raspy voice belonged to. From the corner of your eyes, you saw him standing wide-legged, thumbs looped around the belt and arms wide to show that he was literally the Alpha in this group. “No, Deputy Standall. I’m good,” Humphrey hesitated.
“Is your kid though? He looks like he is about to puke.” Both him and you turned around to see Alex scratching his head in nervousness, sweating and seeming like he is about to cry. “Last time I recall, this is not any of your sweet business, Sergeant Humphrey. In fact, nothing you put your nose into is your business.” You felt the warning aura Deputy Standall sent off and it made you tense up.
“If you don’t mind me, I’m going back to work and you should, too,” He had leaned into his colleague and smiled warningly only to cause Humphrey to chuckle in nervousness. “Yes, sir.” He left.
You watched the awful and afraid guy walk away in quick strides, not looking back to where Bill and you stood. You faced the blonde next to you. “Thank you, Bill. But that wasn’t your place to do that. I’ve got it.”
“You sure did, darling,” His raspy voice and the mention of your favorite nickname made you tense up again, refusing to look into his eyes. “I’m checking on Alex for a moment. Don’t wait for me.”
“Okay,” You said and when he didn’t face you anymore, you secretly let your eyes roam over his wide shoulders, down his broad back and his clothed firm ass. Oh, his legs. You bit your tongue, having to look away before anyone could notice.
You quickly got back to work, finding out that Bryce was indeed killed. At first, you thought that Bryce was suicidal. He always seemed like that. It was the signs you have always missed out on Hannah and Alex. But when a criminal profiler had turned the corpse’s head to the side, you saw a dark red bruise on the back of his head. Someone had hit him hard. But was that the cause of his death? That he had a concussion and tripped?
Bill was around for a few more minutes until he decided to get off duty because of his son. “Alex needs to go to school tomorrow. I’m bringing him home. Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?” You bit your inner cheek but shrugged.
“Drop me off at yours, I’m walking the rest.” Both hopping in the car, you turned around to Alex. “You don’t happen to have Rocket to Russia, do you?”
“No,” He furrowed his brows. “Why should I?” Bill turned his head to you, looking at your excited face, glowing eyes and a bright smile. His shoulders sagged visibly watching you act so sweet like that.
“Since you liked Ramones so much, I figured it would be cool to listen to some tapes with you,” You smiled at him.
But there was a pause that made you realize something. A big mistake.
“Tapes?” He sounded hurt and in utter shock.
“I- Alex, this wasn’t what I meant. I’m sorry, I-” You were broke off and Bill formed his lips into a firm line, appreciating your attempt to make his kid happy. You loved Alex as if he was your son. You really wanted him to like you even though Bill and you weren’t even a thing. Somehow though, you felt like you were responsible for this child.
“I know, Y/N. It’s fine,” He sighed deeply and smiled at you shortly until he looked away, wanting to reassure you in a way. But he found himself to be so bad at it. “Are you going home with us?” Alex asked, phone in hand but not directly looking at it.
“Do you want me to?” You asked, hoping he would say yes.
“Do you want to?” He asked back. He looked at you, his eyes sparkling under the dim light of the streets. Man, he really has those eyes of his father. Beautiful. He smiled another time but it was smaller than the one before.
Bill drove off onto the streets and he decided to join your conversation after a while. “Would you like to watch a movie with us?” He asked your way and it brought a funny expression on Alex. He was trying so hard not to seem suspicious to both of you, it would literally kill him if you would find out he was the one who…
“Of course, why not?” You smiled in the rearview mirror where Alex smiled back. Though, when his lips formed into a smile, you noticed his eyes weren’t glimmering as they usually did. “Buddy, you with us?” Bill spoke.
“Depends which movie,” Alex shrugged. When Bill turned the wheel, he seemed to think for a bit until making a choice he was very proud with, “How about The Mist?”
“The new version?” You both asked in unison.
“The black and white version,” He was quick to answer and you could see the disappointment in his eyes, but he chuckled. Bill met your eyes for a short moment, and you had to admit even though that smile wasn’t directed to you, your heart squeezed in happiness.
“Dad, why do you always prefer the older ones. I don’t-”
“We can agree that your old dad is still living in the 90s,” You gave your case partner another look, your lips crooked into a smile.
“He totally is,” Alex said earnest but when you laughed, he joined in quickly. It caused his father to break out into a smile, a beautiful sound leaving his lips. You loved hearing him laugh.
Arriving home, Alex went straight to bed. “You are really okay with me staying here for the movie? I don’t want to be a bother…” You started unsurely, his fingers shortly but softly reaching out for yours and you twitched in the inside.
“You can stay the whole night, Y/N. You are always welcome,” He smiled at you.
“If that’s what you want…” Bill slid off his uniform jacket and hung it onto the coat rack before turning to you.
“I do.” You beamed back. “I have coke in the kitchen, do you want some?” Bill unbuckled his gun holster and put it onto the dresser in the hallway, his shoes being thrown in the corner of the door.
“Coke?” You asked with a smile.
“Do you want anything to drink?” Bill corrected himself and you chuckled. “Yeah, do you have water?”
“I’ll come back. Would you put in The Mist?” You did what he said, sliding in the CD into the recorder and choosing to slid of your uniform jacket, too. The weapons sat on the glass table and Bill strutted in with a glass of sparkly water, handing it to you. You took a small sip of it and put it onto the table in front of you, watching him lean back in the couch as the intro was playing.
“I have to say your love for old classics is kind of terrifying. You are such a nerd,” You had leaned into him for a short moment, bumping his shoulder with yours and he smiled at you crooked.
“I’m not mentioning your love for romance novels,” He joked.
“But you just did,” You responded, biting your lips to prevent a laugh that might wake up Alex. Bill rested his big hand on your upper thigh for a moment when he spoke up.
“Hey, uh,” He suddenly changed the topic. “I’ve caught a bit of your conversation with Humphrey. Is he like that to you all the time?”
“Yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t take care of myself. You know that.” You reassured him but there was a small silence between you, something that seemed unsaid. You just didn’t know what it was at that moment. “It’s just Humphrey makes fun of us being such good friends. I don’t know what his problem is.” You shrugged, putting your shoes next to the couch.
“Friends, huh? That’s what you think we are?” Bill’s voice faltered weirdly, it made your heart jump in your chest and suddenly, you thought ‘What if he does like me back?’
“Don’t you?” You asked back, brows pulled together.
He ignored your question through the rest of the movie and your heart was hammering against your chest when he leaned closer into you, his arms around the backrest and his hands barely touching your shoulder. His question never left your mind and when you finally turned your head to ask him what that was about, you bumped noses and it silenced you immediately.
You met his beautiful blue eyes, noticing how his look roamed down your lips and you quickly turned around to the screen, holding in a breath. He smiled and rested his lips against the shell of your ear. You shuddered. “You suddenly act so innocently but I know what’s going on in your mind. I always do.”
That raspy voice of his made your heart skip a beat but you huffed, “Oh, do you? What do you believe I’m thinking right now?”
“That you find me irresistible.” You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully, your lips still pressed into a firm line. “I was just kidding, don’t get your panties in a twist.”
The mention of your underwear made you furrow your eyebrows. Please, Bill, be upfront. What does he want? “Well, deputy if you knew what’s going on in my mind, you’d definitely want to…” You shuffled back from him, looking behind him to the steps and catching a glimpse of Alex who simply met your gaze. He looked frightened by what you have said. Oh, shit.
“Want to what?” Bill whispered, already captivated of what you have said and wanted to say. He noticed you glancing behind him and turned around as soon as he understood what you meant, seeing his son stand awkwardly on the steps. He approached his dad and you, hands fumbling around with his jeans pockets.
“Hey, uhm, dad, is it okay if I sleep at Tyler’s today?” He hesitated, eyes looking away from his father.
“Are you okay?” Bill asked.
“It’s just that Tyler and I weren’t out for long and he asked me if we want to meet up. I swear I’m going to school tomorrow. Peter is also away so I thought that…” He extended his words at the end and silenced with a firm press on his lips.
“Of course, buddy. Take your toothbrush and fresh clothing with you,” Bill watched his son take the first steps. Alex rolled his eyes in response. “That’s what I was aiming for, dad.”
After a while, he came back with a backpack and you looked after him. “Before I forget,” He turned around while holding his bag in hand. “Please, whatever is going to happen between you today, don’t do it in my room. It’s disgusting.”
“Alex, I’m not-” You started.
“I’m not a child anymore.” Alex gritted his teeth in pure distress, not wanting to hear his dad and you doing it on the couch or somewhere else where he might sit onto in the future.
“Okay, son. Go have fun outside and get early to bed,” Bill smiled.
“You too, I guess. Urgh.” Alex made a strange sound and it brought a chuckle out of his father’s mouth.
“Alex.” You spoke up. “Stay safe, please.” He nodded at you before the door was pushed in its lock and you looked back to your blonde colleague. “You didn’t argue with him about-”
“Not gonna be needing that,” He said as he leaned forward into you and you had to bite back a smile, your chest getting hot as soon as he smiled at you. “Going back to what you wanted to tell me…”
“Bill is it even safe for us to- We are colleagues.” You stuttered. “It’s lawful, Y/N. Trust me.” Bill licked his lips shortly, so short you couldn’t really focus on the tip of his tongue gliding over his bottom lip. You graved for another time.
“Have you seriously talked to our boss about it?” You furrowed your brows.
“As long as it’s not giving you any advantages…” He licked his lips again, feeling that it made you tense up and it gave him the confidence he needed. “A while back when we have met. I didn’t know then that you were also interested.”
“How long do you know?” You asked in shock.
“Three years.” He scratched the back of his head, a chuckle leaving his lips.
“Three years?” You almost shouted. “Three? And you have never taken the first step?”
“It wasn’t the correct time, ever. The divorce. The case with the Baker family, then Alex and now it’s the Walkers. I have a feeling it will never be the right time for both of us to-” His words were cut off by you pushing him further into the couch and firmly pressing your lips onto his. This caught him by surprise.
“Don’t ever say that,” You murmured against his lips and he smiled, his eyes closed for a moment until he felt you sitting down on his lap. “What? Don’t look at me like that. You knew this was coming.”
“I totally did. Doesn’t mean though that I’m not surprised,” Deputy Standall’s face looked hazy. As if there’s so much lust in him that he was about to collapse. His eyes were lidded and his smile was crooked.
“Three years,” You hummed. “Three years you were looking at my ass and I only noticed it a few days ago,” Your sly smirk made him grin, too. His arms snaking around your back and holding you in place. His legs were spread wide, bouncing his legs to get you in the right position.
“You look fucking delicious in that uniform, can you blame me?” His eyes followed your lips movements and he was amazed that he was so close to you. He really needed you. So much.
“No, I agree. I look very good in those pants.” You joked. “Have I ever told you that you look very handsome in that uniform? I love seeing you like this.” He cleared his throat.
“Oh, do you?” His smile widened but it was still very sweet. Shit, you just love him. So much. “Mhh, although I’d really like to rip that shirt off of your body. Been dreaming about it for a while now.”
“I saw it in your eyes. You were very obvious,” He said. “It took me everything not to take you over my desk.”
“Maybe we will come to this opportunity when everyone is out of the police station,” You shifted on his lap. “Until then, we could bridge the time with something else.”
“What do you have in mind, Sergeant Y/L/N?” He asked playfully, his hands flattening out on your back and sliding down your hips, squeezing a big handful of your ass. You almost moaned at the touch, your arms supporting yourself on his shoulders. “Depends on how patient you are, Deputy Standall.”
“Mh, you want to go many rounds, do you? Where do you want to start, darling?” He wetted his lips with his tongue, giving you the chance to see it. Your eyes stared at his tongue and when he closed his mouth, you were still looking at his pinkish lips. You wanted them on your neck, to kiss his way down your breast and stomach. You heated up at the thought.
“What is your guess?” You slowly slid down in between his legs as you stood on your knees and Bill spread his thighs further for you to have more space. “I see. You really loved that metaphor of Humphrey, didn’t you? Your mouth being stuffed by my cock.”
“Was it that obvious?” You smiled. “I thought you were about to tear my pants when I threatened him,” He ruffled through his blonde hair and he never looked away from you, watching every little movement of yours and every little detail on your face and body.
“What do I say? I love the protective side of you, Standall. It turns me on,” Your hands were barely resting on the black belt of his tight khaki pants. “Still, do it one more time and I’ll slap you.”
“You are feisty, aren’t you?” He grinned, his eyes blown with lust and you barely saw the blue in it. They were so dark.
“Just with you,” You smiled back, still sitting in between his legs and after a while, Bill was exhaling very shakily and loud. “You are making me excited, yet you do nothing.”
“Nothing?” Your fingers slowly unbuckled his belt, the sounds of metal clinging together echoed off the walls and he relaxed back in the couch, one hand on his thigh and the other on the armrest. “I’m going to take that back then,” He exhaled. “I could get used to seeing that,” Bill smirked down at you and it took you a minute before you realized what he said.
You were reaching for a specific case file, bending over the table when you heard a door shut behind you. “I could get used to seeing that,” Someone had mumbled behind you and when you turned around, you saw Deputy Standall hide his smile behind the steaming hot mug. He held a case file of his own in his hand and pretended to read it. You choose to ignore what he has said.
“I knew it,” You unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, being met by his hard member and he sighed at that. “I hope you know what I had said back later that night,” You licked your lips.
Deputy Standall murmured under his breath and his brows were furrowed. It seemed very obvious that he was stressed and in a bad mood. He rolled up his sleeves deliciously slow as he eyed you from where he was sitting. “Mh, bend me over like that,” You looked away from him into your newspaper and your other co-worker turned around to you. You blinked.
You motioned for Bill to raise his hips and you pulled the material down his knees, exposing his slightly hairy thighs and his throbbing member. Your mouth was watering. You were waiting for this moment for years. Longer than he probably did. Ever since you started working at the police department and have met him, you were already so intrigued in him. You never flirted with him when he had a wife though, not wanting to step over any boundaries.
You stroked his thighs softy, rubbing them up and down before you leaned your face close to his member. You kissed the closest place to his shaft and he sighed, one hand coming up to your hair and gathering a fistful of it.
“Y/N,” He made it sound like a warning but he was actually grinning at you, wanting you to look into his eyes when you go down on him. “Would you, uh, look into my eyes, darling?” You took his order as usual. You wanted to see his face scrunch up in pleasure when you suck him off.
“Are you ready, Deputy?” You asked and with a small pull on your hair and a moan leaving your lips, you understood his answer. “Tell me if you are, Sergeant.”
Nothing besides a strangled moan left Deputy Standall’s lips when you sucked on the tip of his cock, your tongue gliding between his slit and coating all his happy juices. Your left hand steadied his shaft and the other hand on the armrest, tangling your fingers together. He squeezed your hands when you started fisting his cock, moving it in a quick rhythm.
He threw his head back in pleasure, his mouth open and neck exposed with prominent veins. He tried his best not to be loud, not to get the attention of the whole city but it was so damn difficult feeling your hot wet mouth on his throbbing member.
When you hummed around him, his thighs twitched and he looked at you again, meeting your beautiful eyes in an intense stare. “You look pretty with your mouth stuffed like this. Having my cock between your lips… That makes you feel some things, am I right?” Bill groaned when you bobbed your head up and down, precum leaking out of the corners of your mouth and it took everything for him not to moan loud.
“Open your shirt,” He ordered breathlessly and you rose your brows. Bill took ahold of his cock himself and stroked it with a few thrusts, watching you undo your tie and the buttons of your shirt. Wonderful clothed breast revealed itself and Bill grinned. “Take it off.”
You slid the material down your arms and threw your hair on one side, licking a long wet stripe up his shaft to one of his fingers. He barely lifted his fingers from his cock and you pumped him quickly as he let you suck three fingers of his hand into your mouth. Bill went breathless.
“That’s a fucking sight I always want to see you in. You take my fingers so nicely,” He complimented you, his thumb caressing the swell of your lips. “Shit, remove your pants. Give me a show,” Bill pulled his fingers out of your mouth and used the wetness as lube for his dick, coating it in deliciously. You stood on your feet and unbuckled your belt in a haste, unzipping your pants and sliding the material down your smooth legs.
“Well, fuck me. You are a masterpiece,” Bill rutted his cock into his own hands in a steady rhythm when you threw your socks behind you and were about to go on your knees again until Deputy Standall retrieved his hands from his dick with a frustrated moan and placed you on his lap.
“I always wondered how many of my fingers your core can take,” He confessed and you bit your lip, one hand around the back of his neck and the other slowly unbuttoning the first row of his shirt. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers, darling?”
Another row of his shirt was opened and you saw fine blonde hair on his chest. You nodded immediately, hands still on his shirt when one hand of his ghosted down your stomach. He brushed the material of your damp black panties aside and smiled, looking up into your eyes. “So fucking wet. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”
You nodded breathlessly as you unbuttoned his shirt with a quicker pace and a lot more confidence. His belly was on full display but you didn’t mind, really. It was adorable, that’s what you also fell in love with. Bill has risen up his arms for you to take off his shirt and it took you a moment to realize you forgot his tie, leaving it on him. He smirked at the realization, “You have a thing for that?”
“I literally have a thing for everything when it involves you in it,” You leaned forward to kiss the shell of his ears and move your lips below his ears to his jaw. He hummed, his thumb barely brushing over your clit but it still felt great nonetheless. Bill shifted under you, getting rid of his khaki pants and when he did, he pressed you into the couch, your back hitting the soft plush of pillows.
“I cannot take this anymore,” He breathed. “I have waited for this enough. I need you. Desperately,” He draped your smooth legs around his hips and you shook with anticipation, nodding. “We have enough time today. So take me. Fucking take me and I’m yours.”
“Sweetheart, you never noticed but you are mine for years already,” He lined his cock at your entrance, his hands wrapping around your waist when he pulled you up against his chest. He couldn’t wait. He was dripping with want.
“Are you okay with no condom?” He asked breathlessly and you answered, “I trust you. Please, do it. I can’t wait.”
With a small smile of his, he rutted his hips forward and caused an immense loud moan out of the both of you. “Oh my god,” You whispered, feeling his cock deep within you, spreading you wide and throbbing with anticipation.
Your mouth was open wide, hands gripping his back and trying to get a better hold. Bill’s hands slid down to your hips and pulled almost all the way out of you when he finally made a long thrust into your begging heat. “Just as fucking tight as I thought you’d be,” He murmured against your open mouth and he forced them to close by his left hand, kissing you fiercely.
The material of his tie rubbed your nipples sensitive with every time Bill rammed his cock into you and you gasped.
Without waiting any longer Deputy Standall started to fuck you at a fast steady pace, mercilessly thrusting his hips against yours. His thick cock slid in and out of you, spreading your juices all over the pillows beneath you.
Each thrust sent you higher and higher, closer to that blissful pleasure that only came from a good orgasm. Moaning out you begged for more and were happy when Bill complied.
He placed his lips on his crook of your neck, grazing his teeth against your shivering skin. He sucked at your skin gently, wanting to mark his conquest for all to see. You would occasionally hear him groan in pleasure against your skin.
“Mh, that feels so good, Bill,” You sighed and you felt his teeth for a short moment on your sensitive neck, telling you he was smiling into your skin.
He gave your ass a playful spank before slamming back into you. He hissed out in pleasure. “You feel so good around me, Y/N.”
You adjusted on him, widening your legs. The thrust afterward sent you to the stars and back, the way you were positioned allowed his cock to slide right into your g-spot. Moan after moan, you were screaming out in no time.
“Oh fuck,” You cried, resting your red face against his cheek, releasing a puff of air against his neck. Losing control you felt your body convulse with ecstasy. The heat in your stomach raced up and down your whole body. “Fuck, Deputy.”
Reaching up the blonde took a fistful of your hair and gave it a playful tug with a followed smile. “Say it again.”
“Deputy!”
As you orgasm came to its peak Bill started his, riding it out with slow strong thrusts. He groaned out one last time before pulling out and unloading himself onto your stomach.
He hovered above you and panted for a moment, his cock still laid over your stomach. He looked over you, taking in the glorious sight of your trembling body as you laid over his couch covered in his sticky mess.
“Jesus, you are amazing,” He chuckled, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m so lucky.”
“Excuse me…” You whispered. “I’m the lucky one here.”
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