This is a masterlist of my Karl Heisenberg x female reader smut series. What started as one simple post to get thoughts out of my head turned into a series that I'm obsessed with writing.
This is chapter twenty nine of my series! Check out the masterlist for the rest of the parts!
Warning: Angst. Smut. Arson. Burning house. Fucking inside a burning house. Murder. Gore. Beating a man to death with a candlestick. That’s cool. Jealousy. Please don’t fuck inside a burning house irl, that’s reserved for the imagination only. I don’t wanna hear any arguments about it either, it’s fantasy people. I would say its kiinda like angry sex, almost hateful, but kinda not. Maybe if you stand very far away and squint?
Summary: The anger was as potent as the chaos that occurred in the village. You wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you, but did he really deserve it? Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the exact same thing. Two minds suffering through different traumas, like shaken bottles ready to explode. Do you really both wanna hurt each other, or realize just how much you need each other? Once you meet someone that largely impacts everything in your life, it's hard to let them go. Did he really deserve you?
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Blood splatters painted the surface of some sorry sod’s front door. Dirtied boot prints leading from the door dug deep into the snow on their front porch, as if a Lycan murdered a poor soul and dragged their body outwards out of their own home. Unfortunate for them, yet fortunately for you, it left their front door wide open.
That didn’t mean the house wasn’t completely unoccupied.
While the original residents may have left their homes in search of something much safer, other villagers quickly considered this home to be a safe shelter. A man dressed in dark green, who had nothing to defend himself other than a machete, almost met his end to your gun. The first bullet struck the blade, causing a sharp ring in your ears. The second punctured his shoulder, making him stagger and cry in agony before running off into the next room to hide.
This old man was strong enough to pull the revolver from your hand when you followed him, roughly shoving you back against the nearest dresser beside a bed and small window. The jolt knocked over a silver looking ornate candlestick beside a photo of Mother Miranda, flicking the candles off and rolling to the ground. Thinking fast, your hand quickly wrapped around the base of the candlestick and swung hard, striking the man in the head.
The intense pressure against his left temple sent him to the ground, but you weren’t quite done just yet. With a killer’s rage, you stood over him and proceeded to beat down on his head, ignoring his wrinkled hands weakly attempting to block the blows.
You persisted with each strike, ignoring the blood splatters that stained the splintered wood flooring, not noticing his hands falling limp after a few moments. His skin bruised away to reveal bone, crunching underneath each impact until his skull caved in, forcing you to stop when the strikes sounded blunt from hitting the floor underneath. Tossing the candlestick aside, you stared down at the body while proceeding to catch your breath, your attention lingering on every detail of your kill.
A pair of boots creaking the ground forced you to halt, looking up towards the doorway.
Heisenberg waltzed into the home as if he owned it, treading around with skeptical eyes towards every detail in the room. It was a small, innocent looking home, with a table that had two chairs and a working kitchen. Someone had been cooking something, the contents of some stew spilled all over the floor along with a cast iron pot, the open flame of the wood burning stove roaring along with whatever fuel it had left.
Stepping through the mess, he pulled a cigar from one of his trench coats pockets, thinking on where exactly his girl ran off to while preparing said cigar. From there, he held it over the open flame, sniffling a little bit due to the cold temperatures outside.
A gun click made his eyes flick upwards, recognizing that it wasn’t just some random villager holding him at gunpoint. No, they kept their distance, and if it was just some random villager, they would’ve fired at him a long time ago.
He turned his head slightly, raising his cigar from the open stove flame to bring to his lips. He didn’t speak a single word, setting his hammer down when he turned around to look you straight in the eye.
Oh, weren’t you a beauty of a sight to him. He completely ignored the gun in your hand, viewing you wearing a familiar looking black gown, one that delightfully clung to every curve of your body in exactly the right way. The low cut of the gown was hidden by that cheery red coat, now splattered with dirt and a fair amount of blood. If he were to squint slightly, he could point out a few droplets of blood along the skin of your neck, a dot or two staining that eyesore of a blue gem embedded into the collar of your necklace.
He was more surprised you still decided to wear the damn thing, but he wasn’t angry about it at all.
“Well, I’ve gotta say, I’m not surprised to see you here. Was kinda expectin’ you to show up.”
“You know me so well.” Sarcasm dripped from your perfect lips, making his curl.
“Tell me something Karl, is that freak show out there what you’re into now? Chasing after dumb village girls who don’t pay attention to where the fuck they’re going?”
“Someone sounds jealous, huh?”
“Answer my fucking question, Karl!”
”Look, kitten-“
“Don’t.” You shook your head. “Don’t call me something that I’m clearly not.”
“Really?” He deadpanned, pointing with his cigar wielding hand to your chest. “You say that, yet you wear your collar with pride. You were expectin’ to find me regardless, so I’ll call you whatever I please.”
You kept the gun aimed to Heisenberg, a stone-cold look lingering in your eye. He knew you better than this, he knew you didn’t mean to aim it at him. You were angry at him, and you had every right to be. He knew you weren’t going to shoot him; he could tell the second he caught the gun tremble slightly.
“Then tell me, what good reason do you have for not coming back?” You faltered slightly in your next question. “Why didn’t you come for me?”
He sighed, dropping his head slightly while keeping his hands afloat. The guilt gnawed on him like a Lycan teething a freshly picked bone.
“You don’t... you don’t want this.” He stated, looking back at you. “I’m not the man you’ve fantasized in your head, the man you’ve shaped me to be. I’m me, I’m a bastard, a degenerate war machine brewed up by a bird bitch alongside the crone you call a mother in her basement. I can’t give you what you want- “
“Bullshit.” You interrupted, taking a further step forward. “Bullshit! What about the plans? Everything we talked about; you’re giving it up?? You always told me not to! What changed Karl?? Tell me!”
“It’s cause what if I fail?!” He barked out. “What if it kills you?? I’ve screwed up your life more than enough times, last damn thing I wanna do is end it!”
Is that what this was? This sudden fear that he’d end up killing you? How long has he had this idea in the back of his head, why hasn’t he told you before?
Just thinking of it made you slowly step back and lower the gun, the anger drifting away like a silk bed sheet to reveal the foundation of grief built up in your eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, Heisenberg watched you turn your head away and exhale a ragged breath, quite unsure how else to put it.
“How could you say that?” You asked, trying to speak your mind as it struggled to comprehend the man’s true fears. Your intrusive thoughts began leaking throughout your consciousness, making you struggle to see what reasonable logic or downright fear of the worst in your mind was.
“Are you just saying that just to... leave me? To make me leave?” You gestured the gun towards him as if you pointed your finger at him, a breathless chuckle leaving you. “Is that what this is? Is this some kind of sick trick Karl? What, you think I’d suddenly stop caring? I’ve done so much for you, all for you to suddenly think I don’t love you anymore?”
“You wouldn’t mean that.”
“What if I did?”
“You couldn’t, and you wouldn’t. Even I know that’s a damn lie, I’m so buried deep in that goddamn mind of yours that there's no way you’d ever even think about that bein’ true. I know that, and you sure as hell know that.”
“Do you? Do you really?”
“Don’t do this to me. I see what you’re doin’ and it’s not gonna work. You can’t just suddenly change your mind and not love someone anymore; you don’t get to be fucking selfish and just call it off!”
“You were gonna do it just now with us! I can’t let you do that to me first!” You stated with a tremble in your tone. As much as you wanted to deny it, if it was going to happen, if this man wasn’t truly satisfied with you after all this time, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of calling off the shots. It was going to be you, you would walk out of this horridly built home knowing it was you who ended it, not wanting to experience the crippling sensation of being left behind for the better on his own behalf.
Your heart hurt enough with this conversation, as did his as he held a balled up gloved fist in irritation of this argument. This wasn’t what he was even aiming to go for when speaking with you. It wasn’t what he wanted at all.
Oh, how you desperately wanted to return the content life you had before all of this chaos, the life you were starting to get used to with Heisenberg. Holding each other in multiple kinds of embraces, romantic or erotic, the hours spent in conversation, him showing you and teaching you what he worked on in his factory, admiring the way his hands skillfully worked with intense focus written in his golden eyes while yours flickered along with every action like a curious cat. The hours spent sitting by flame, his broad arms keeping you safer than the walls of the castle you called home, those same arms lifting you in the air with your laughter echoing louder than thunder in the skies before the two of you kissed in the cascading rain.
That was all you wanted back, begging for the universe to return it to you when you woke up from restless sleep each night. You wanted it to happen all over again, to experience it with fresh eyes and a perspective wiped clean. Holding onto those memories only delivered tears to your eyes each time you relived them, reflecting back at you when you looked yourself in the mirror or soaking into your pillow every night. The permanent hold he had on you was something you’d never be able to escape.
Then again, as arrogant as it was to think it, a tiny part of you wished you never met him at all. If you were able to see all of this lying ahead in your future by the magic of a spherical glass orb, you would’ve chosen a different path, regardless of how dull and boring it would’ve been.
A footstep creaking against the wood flooring snapped you out of your episode of melancholy. Glaring back up at him with those fierce cold eyes, you aimed the gun straight back at his face with newfound vigor. Karl frowned at the action, a shrivel of wonder in his mind occurring if you did have an ounce of intention in your own pretty head to pull the trigger. Not that he wanted to find out.
Fresh tears stained your face, but you refused to let any whimper or crack in your stoic, cold porcelain demeanor. You were not to break in front of him, for that wasn’t the Dimitrescu way.
“Give me the gun.” He motioned with two fingers, the leather of his gloves squeaking slightly.
“Take it.” You replied.
“I’m giving you a choice.”
“And I’m making you do it yourself.”
With that, Karl smirked, his incisors peeking through with glimmering mischief in his hidden eyes. “Ooh kitten,” he chuckled, placing the cigar in the corner of his mouth. “If you say so.”
He extended an arm outward, causing the revolver in your hand to tremble. Trying to keep a hold on it was just as difficult and keeping your footing as he attracted you forward, smiling more at the amusing sight of you struggling to keep still, your boots scraping against the floor. In a matter of seconds, he yanked you forward right into his arms. He firmly grabbed your gun wielding hand by the wrist, and to his surprise, you let him. Just when he planned to wrap his other arm around your waist, he paused.
Seeing you up close again was making his heart practically burst, your perfumed aura along with the shivering chill of a blade pressed against his Adam’s apple shooting pure adrenaline through his veins. You kept your face stoic, as if you expected this to happen. Now you understood why the Duke gifted you a new blade, the shining steel wouldn’t work on his magnetic power, and you used it to your advantage.
He chuckles. “Well now, this takes me back.”
Damn him.
You pushed against his grip, but he didn’t budge. He simply gave your wrist a firm squeeze, harsh enough to force you to drop your gun. The immense realization that he was so strong to the point he could’ve broken your hand immediately reminded you just how powerful he in fact is, that alone intimidated you greatly.
He didn’t care if you held a blade to his neck, the bastard leaning closer into it to ignite the intimidation even further. A dangerous glint in his eye grew when a sharp sting grew against his neck, finding himself smirking at the way your eyes flickered from his gaze down to the growing wound.
It’s like he was quietly tempting you to slice his neck open like you did to all those weak boys, the sharp steel digging through his warm skin just until a faint spec of bright, maroon blood coated the surface. He swallowed once, feeling shivers run down his spine as he felt the pain.
He didn’t care if it was another scar added to the grimy canvas of his own body, he only focused on your distracted, slightly concerned eyes, and that was all he needed.
His other hand grabbed your sickle by the blade, yanking it out of your grip just enough to force you back into reality. The fascination of the wound you were tempted to make bigger left your face to be replaced by pure anger when his hands found hold of your body, raising you from the ground.
You didn’t go so willingly, immediately putting up a struggle against him as if any of your flailing helped you escape.
He pushed you back against the closest wall, pressing himself against you while pinning your wrists.
“Will you quit squirming? You’re starting to piss me off, girl.”
“Fuck you! Let me go, you bastard!!” You screamed at him, trying to raise your legs to kick back at any part of him. He planted himself right in between your legs, pinning your arms down against the surface of the able. “Let me go!!”
“Stop fuckin’ squirming and look at me!” His hands pressed your wrists against the table, looking down on you until you stopped moving. That didn’t mean you’d look him in the eye, turning your head over to the side.
“What the hell do you want me to say?? I apologize for leaving you when you chose to stay?? Is that what you fucking want??”
“You didn’t come back.” You sneered at him, making the man go silent. You turned your head to face him, glaring at him with the angriest, tear-filled eyes he’s ever seen on you.
“I’m not asking you to apologize for the week, but after? Not even showing up for me after that entire week of hell ended? Hell, you could’ve just showed back up the night you did leave. I didn’t care, it wasn’t like I wanted you gone. But instead, here you are, playing games with other fucking girls who just-!!“
You grunted out an agitation fueled yell, looking away again to blink the tears from your eyes. “You didn’t fucking come back, Karl. How long was I supposed to sit there and wait for you? That’s not fair! I ran through goddamn snow and rain to get to you, I've ran to you on the brink of death, and you couldn’t fucking same for me??”
“I was busy.”
“Busy-?!”
“There’s things here. Bad things, bad people from other places.”
“That’s it?? That’s your excuse?! You didn’t come back because of THAT-?!”
Karl immediately kissed you. Your lips were shaking, any further words or obscenities lost on his tongue as he silenced you temporarily. Your lips tasted so sweet, so warm and comforting. He tasted salt from your tears and instantly hated it, resulting in him holding your head closer, somewhat cradling and trapping you even more to him. You tasted of all sorts of anger and pain, and he hated that you had every right to feel that way, especially because you were right.
You risked everything that mattered to you to go to him. Your plush life in the castle, your reputation with your family, everything. Death had visited you many times before, yet still you came to him. You must've been damn crazy to think that he was some kind of hopeful future in your eyes, but it only pointed out to him that compared to you, he was a downright coward.
Oh, irony after irony this man held laced with each and every promise, he gave you while his tongue danced with yours, your lips tasting of sweet wine and sour attitude. You were right, and he was wrong. He did promise, and you held him accountable for it. Technically, you should be punishing him, but this man didn’t really enjoy playing fair, especially with his number one prized prey.
As much as you missed him, the bottom of your belly grew with an intense burn at all his actions. Within his rough lips flavored with smoke and an unknown honeyed whiskey, there was the tart putrid bile of Karl’s actions, his bitter lies flooding your senses.
Your hands went straight towards to his shirt collar, yanking it at first, grabbing at any part of him until your back hit the nearest surface.
Deep down beneath your rage, you craved this just as much as he did, with your breaths growing labored like victim's first taste of air from being submerged for so long.
Your left hand went upwards, carelessly throwing off his hat and sharply tugging at the hair on the back of his head.
Karl quickly found reason in his mind to release you from the kiss, believing he knew for a fact you didn’t like his actions to shut you up for screaming so damn much. What he didn’t expect was for you to lean closer to him, giving him another kiss to keep him as close as possible.
You halted the kiss after a few seconds, pressing your forehead against his as he met your gaze. He was surprised, expecting you to scream and shout out all the anger he absolutely deserved, but no. Your eyes were warm and glimmering with moisture, causing a sharp ache in his heart and mind.
You leaned close again, your lips feathering against his in a quiet plead for him to return it. Kiss her back, she wants you to. She’s allowing you. Don’t hurt her by rejecting her.
Karl gave into your tenderness, losing himself in the abyss of your tender affection and soft, petal like lips that he craved and missed so much.
You pulled him closer, your arms slipping underneath his coat to find solace on his back as your body begged for more, your waist pressing against his for silent permission. Karl took the bait, responding with a minor thrust against yours in return, keeping you firmly planted against the wall. His hands grabbed ahold of your waist, lifting you up off the ground to hold you prisoner against the wall, growing lost in your sweetness.
You almost found yourself caving in, you had to admit. Your skin burned with goosebumps from the strong hold he had you in. He held you so easily, his strong body shielding you from what felt like all dangers in the universe. His kiss had your heart craving for more, all emotions from before slowly leaving your brain as the embers of your dying love for him reignited in moments. You missed this man terribly, you wanted to screw it all and cave into every desire that ached in your body, physically and emotionally. Was he aware of this? Possibly so, your faint whimpers reminded him a little eager puppy excited to finally be safe again with the person they love, and Karl was highly positive that you were at least less angry than before.
Oh, how wrong he was when you proceeded to sink your teeth into his tongue but was unable to leave any wound. When he tried to pull away, you leaned closer, releasing his tongue only to trap his bottom lip, bruising the skin heavily before tasting blood.
He forced himself away at last, meeting your somewhat satisfied expression with your puffy lips stained with his own blood, a silent little victory on your behalf for when he hurt you.
To anyone else, those eyes of his would be fueled with absolute rage to the point of murder, but you knew better. You knew that look, and it sure as hell wasn’t anger in any sort of way.
His right hand released his hold on your thigh, causing your body to slouch awkwardly against the wall as your balance completely shifted. That very hand found itself against your neck, warm leather gripping hold of your gold necklace, digging the metal into the skin of your neck to keep you in place against the wall.
You gasped and froze, the coppery tang of his blood long forgotten on your taste buds as he stared you down, frowning heavily at first.
“Oh (Y/n),” Heisenberg smirked, blood staining his dry lips and white, almost porcelain sharp teeth. “You didn’t mean to hurt me, did you?”
The back of your throat felt like it was sealed shut, burning as harsh as breathing in cinnamon. You said nothing to him, and he didn’t exactly like that.
“I asked you something, girl!”
His fingers squeezed tight around your neck, his palm slowly pressing downwards in a threatening motion. Besides the pleasure in between your legs from your previous actions slightly growing, the realization that he could simply snap your neck in two made you remember just how dangerous and sadistic this man is.
“No!”
“No what?” He pressed down harder.
“N-No- “
“No, what?!” He squeezed.
You gasped for what air you could gather.
“Sir!”
You hastily replied with the only other word you could think of in your mind, which was more than enough to satisfy him. His hand ran down your neck, allowing you to breathe normally as your heartbeat rang in your ears.
He inhaled at your choice of words, a Cheshire grin stretching out across his face. His laughter echoed throughout the room, a chastising, sinister cackle that shot bullets fueled with embarrassment at your choice of words. He refused to voice any snarky comment that would ruin this mood you created, no, he was eager to take advantage of all you had to offer.
His hand left your neck to cradle your wounded cheek, but there was no softness in his touch. He kissed you once, then twice again before capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth, leaving absolutely no tenderness to it.
"What do you want?" He sneered against your lips, laced with tobacco, whiskey and venom. The choice delicacies of an abused man, or a deadly villain.
It was a loaded question, but easy to answer. You knew the answer, and instead of dancing around it and biting back with a million responses, you chose the easiest route, despite the angry devil on your shoulder screaming in frustration.
"You."
An arm snaked around your waist, hoisting you up completely in his arms. He took a few steps towards the direction of the dining room table, quickly brushing off the contents before setting you down, forcing your back down against the surface.
Rough kisses trailed down the side of your neck when he left your lips, his beard prickling your skin lingering along a trail of lighter shaded markings. Karl's teeth left small scars, enough time passing to the point they were no longer a healing pink. He was gonna change that real soon.
His eyes peered over along your inner thigh, slowly smirking at the bite mark forever imprinted into your supple flesh.
He despised any bastards that butchered your face, any cuts or scrapes left on you that turned into semi-permanent markings on your body, but when it came to his own hands, especially his own teeth making such marks as these, it only inflated his ego.
His clothes were ruffled, the first half buttons of his shirt popped open from your impatient hands, revealing most of his upper chest. He was quick to return the favor by grabbing the collar of your coat and your dress all together.
“No, no no-!!” You grabbed at his wrists, forcing a few of his fingers off before any fabric was torn. Your coat didn’t lose any buttons, but that didn’t stop the front collar to be completely ripped from the front downwards, exposing your upper chest to reveal the collar of the black dress hidden underneath. The stripe material that secured said buttons ripped off from the side, remaining attached to the holes that originally kept your dress closed. Karl didn’t care, his pupils too inflated with lust, a thin ring of gold surrounding his focused eyes. Yours probably looked just like his when he captured your plush, tender breasts in his hands, shielded from him with the thin veil of your gray lace bra.
Clink!
Came something small from somewhere unknown, either from his pocket, or one of your dress buttons.
Slam!
Came Heisenberg's hand against the surface of the table before you could turn your head, trapping the item in his palm and hiding it away before the thought of a question even came to mind. He pressed kisses to your neck for good measure, hoping that not a single question would escape from your pretty lips.
His facial hair tickled your skin he trailed lower, taking a perk nipple in between his teeth through the lace. His hot tongue swirled around, feeling it shift when you raised your chest in response, faints gasp leaving your mouth. He gave your nipple a sharp tug before releasing it, leaving it slightly burning in pain as he proceeded to give your other one the same treatment.
Your shoulders were grabbed harshly, the man pulling you any closer than what was possible. Teeth scraped against every single sensitive patch of skin, causing shivers to cascade down your body one after the other. You were almost a fool to wonder how he knew every delicate area on your neck alone.
Grabbing you by the meat of your thighs, Heisenberg hoisted your legs up to his sides, pushing your skirts aside so his hips could make contact with yours. Whether it was his belt or the delightfully hot hardness in his pants, just the slightest amount of friction made all the difference, both of you hissing in the familiarity. The memories made your cheeks flush as well as your core; the length of his cock stroking along the velvet lips of your wet pussy, coating the underside of his cock so deliciously. As much as he wanted to proceed and take you right then and there, he knew that simple, pathetic acts of teasing was complete torture on your end.
The rattle of his belt buckle immediately excited you, watching his hands leave to release himself from the confines of his pants. You raised your head in eager anticipation, seeing his cock held up in his gloved hand, glistening for any kind of attention other than his own.
He made no snarky comment or witty nonsense, grabbing your hip to secure you against the edge of the table as his eyes gazed hungrily down at your covered pussy, shielded by even more gray lace.
The blunt head of his fat cock pressed against your mound, repeatedly brushing over your clit in a way that made you slightly jolt, causing a groan to build in the back of your throat. He had to have known what he was doing, otherwise he wouldn’t be torturing you this much.
Oh, what were you saying? This was Heisenberg. The man always knows what he’s doing.
Of course, this man chose now of all times to tease you.
A wild hunger rose from the pit of his stomach at the sight of your perfect pussy though the wet lace; flush with arousal, your little pearl swollen and eager for attention, all wet and hot for him and him alone. You were an absolute meal; your nectar calling to his tongue to taste and savor.
However, there was another mind thinking of something else, his own cock growing incredibly restless inside the confined in his hand. His hunger would have to wait for now, planning to give you what was so eagerly needed between the both of you.
Ignoring his cock, He pulled his glove off by the middle finger with his teeth, spitting the garment aside. A single finger ripped through the thin lace, two fingers quickly inserted your pussy, making you wince from the rough texture of his calloused skin, while he hissed at your walls squeezing the appendages. Gathering your slick, he ran them along the head and first few inches of his cock, feeling a shiver shoot down his spine in pure excitement.
You were moments away from screaming at him to hurry up and fuck you, balling your hands into fists at the sight of him fisting his own cock for a moment or two. You were gonna take this anger out two ways: Either fucking him, or attacking him via clawing his eyes out, if you even had the strength for it.
The fat head of his cock, dripping with precum finally pressed against your sopping hole, entering you fully with little to no room to settle yourself. Gods, he was so big. He was bigger than you remembered him to be. Has it really been that long? Was he always this thick?
“Agh, shit.” Karl cursed to himself, grabbing ahold of your thighs and raising them up towards his sides. With his newfound leverage, he thrusted forward once more, bottoming himself out as deep as possible. The head of his cock almost felt like it bruised instantly, thick and blunt and way too fucking big.
A heavy shuddering gasp leaves you instantly, your head thunking back against the table. It felt like he was splitting you in two: there was a hint of pain, but the pressure was incredibly, breathtakingly rough enough to drown it out. That’s exactly what you wanted, that’s what he wanted. There was no going back now. You definitely weren’t complaining, the last thing you wanted was to feel gentle.
There was no time for adjusting, his grip on your thighs tightening, keeping you as close to him as possible while fucking you like the absolutely crazed man he was. Gods, did he miss the sight of your breasts bouncing with each harsh thrust as they escaped the weak confines of your bra, the smell of your arousal coating his cock so deliciously, the look of wanting to brutally murder him so evidently mixed with the pleasure written all over your face.
Karl grunts, His teeth clash together with a snarl, clenching his jaw and when he looks down at you. The sounds that rip out of his throat makes you tremble when he bucked himself further, the head of his cock almost pressing against the deepest parts of you that stiffened your spine instantly.
A heaving gasp shudders out from between your kiss swollen lips, head thunking backwards against the table yet again. How many times has he made you do that? You could’ve cared less to even think of keeping count. Another choked off gasp reverberates around the room when he dips his head and firmly nips at your jaw, teeth nipping over your pulse point just enough for teeth idents to temporarily remain.
“You wanted this darlin’” He reminds you, voice rasping against your throat. "Part of you wanted to ask me, didn't you? Ask so nicely for me to fuck you?”
Karl, with nothing more than the strength of his hips pinning you to the table, both hands firmly planned against the side of your head. He kept you trapped under him this way with either mere strength or his body weight, his heavy cock buried so deeply inside.
"Why don’t ya go ahead and ask anyway? I wanna hear it.” He stopped any further movements, keeping you trapped in your own personal prison. To make it even worse, he kept your hands bound against the table by your wrists with an iron-like grip.
Your body lights up like a solar flare, bright and burning and alive with irritation towards him. Damn this man.
“Karl...”
“C’mon, sweetheart.”
“Karl-Fuck, I swear- “
“Come on (Y/n), don't you want me to cum in ya? To make you mine, just like old times? Don't you wanna be full?"
The adrenaline was as potent as the pleasure, your nails digging into your palms as the pressure of his cock started to grow more and more. You wanted to scream at him to move, to fuck you in every way other than soft. This man, being the smart ass he is, wanted to hear you say it for yourself. To watch you lower your guard and give into what he can give you.
"Karl...”
“Say it.”
"Karl!"
"I said to SAY-" One harsh thrust shook your whole body. "-IT!"
Tears bubbled up along your lower lashes, pleading with eyes opened wide. Your thighs flex against Karl’s firm grip, feeling him smirk over the hollow of your throat.
"Fuck, p-please!"
"Tsk tsk, I just don't think you're trying hard enough sweetheart. Look how wet you are-your pussy is crying for me, but that pretty mouth of yours ain’t.” The horrid mocking tone of his voice makes you whine even louder, wishing you could draw blood by scratching his scarred skin if he hadn’t bound your hands.
Karl keeps you spread open when he removes himself from your hole, smirking at your thighs tremble in his absence, your pussy clenching over absolutely nothing, absolutely irritating you more than ever. Keeping you around his hips, he rubbed the length of his cock through your slit, the fat head brushing over your hole to your clit, the sensation sparking like electricity through your veins.
Catching his leaking tip at your weeping entrance, Karl emits feral groans as his own patience wears incredibly thin. He shoves himself forward, sinking halfway into your tight cunt before stopping, breath catching hard in his lungs when you clamp down around his length and almost refuse to let him go.
It always left your mind to remember that Heisenberg was never really viewed as a gentle man. Everyone in the village knew, Alcina hated to even comprehend the possibility, and even Karl found himself embracing it. He was reminding you now with how deep his nails dug into the skin of your hips. He didn’t want gentle; he’d take you in any way possible. Hungry, ravenous, an obvious hint of desperation. You were clinging to the edges of the table with one hand, knuckles turning white as you covered your mouth with the other, taking to biting your fingers to keep yourself as silent as possible. You wouldn’t let him win; you wouldn’t let him get the satisfaction of hearing your vocalized pleasure he so desperately craved.
A million other feelings and experiences could never compare to just the feeling of you around him. If there was any drug harsher than this, he’d refuse it just to get mentally lost on you.
Unbeknownst to you before, the candle that had fallen from the candlestick had caught various areas of the bedroom. It began by the curtains, the flames swallowing the thick material while trailing upwards until flakes of flames cascaded down towards the wool blankets on the bed. What you assumed before was just the scent of the wildfires outside of the house started to change when a faint, quickly growing light introduced itself from the bedroom door.
"K-Karl," You tried to speak up about the rising light in the next room over, the smell becoming more and more noticeable than moments ago. "Karl- Fuck! Karl!"
He turned his head, noticing the light from the corner of his eye, faint trails of smoke were beginning to follow from the top of the bedroom doorway, wondering if you had something to do with it. Another one of your 'murder people and burn their house down' antics?
Karl almost couldn’t keep himself still, hissing towards the end when your walls involuntarily squeezed him despite the growing distraction. No, no he wasn't gonna have this.
To your absolute surprise, the man chose to turn your body around, your breasts flattening against the surface of the table momentarily before wrapping an arm over your stomach, pressing you firmly against his back. You both moan as he sinks into you fully with a satisfying stretch, voices catching together and reverberating off the walls. Pressing your head back to his shoulder, your weak attempts of trying to speak properly failed miserably due to the wet sound of your pussy squelching around him; slick leaking around the sides of his cock and smearing over his navel. Drawing back then surging forward, he fucks into you hard enough to make your whole-body jolt forward.
"Karl, T-The fire-!"
He didn't stop, responding to your whines by harshly biting your earlobe with his fangs.
“Oh, don’t give me none of that. You wanted this, you’re gonna deal with how I wanna do it.” Karl snarled his response.
You hate him, despising how he stuffs your own words back down your throat, making you choke on each syllable until your mind can’t comprehend a simple sentence. But good fucking Gods if it doesn't make you wet, making you want to clamp down around him and come and come until every nerve in your body and mind are fried.
Sweat dots along his hairline, teeth gritted like a wicked beast. The tension in his arms makes the muscles bulge, making you recall the thick veins puffing up along his biceps when he had no clothes. Whether he fucked you or you rode him, you memorized every detail of his body, every marking, every scar. You grew drunk on him very easily, on his scent, his touch, the dangerous look in his eyes. Like Moreau’s television when it froze, or a camera, you kept those images forever in your mind.
"Heh, you remember when I first fucked ya like this?" He muttered in your ear, hot breath fanning against your glistening skin. "A clean, pretty girl waltzing in, just begging to be claimed. To be filled by me, and only me. Now look at you, look at this proud little slut I fucked you into. Betcha love it, don't you?"
He trailed his mouth down to your shoulder, scarred lips lingering over your scar while his hand tightly clutched one of your breasts. "You love fucking yourself on my cock until you screamed, lettin' me use you and have you all to myself. My perfect, perfect fucking woman."
How could you forget? The tantalizing taste of him on your tongue, the stinging stretch of him inside you for the first time, the pain of his incisors popping your pure skin, ruining its pristinely look to forever be tainted with his marks, his art. You knew you were his forever now. No matter how angry you could ever be at this man, you forgot what your life was like before you ever cared to come to him.
Rocking your hips up against his harsh grip, you try to get him even deeper, trying to get his fat cock pressed as far inside your soaking cunt as possible.
Karl groans low and thick in your ear, his breath fanning down your neck and dragging a shudder up your spine. "Touch yourself for me sweetheart, show me how much you missed me."
Clamping one hand on his forearm, you used the other to snake down your body. Brushing down your stomach you press the pad of your finger to your clit, it twitches hard at the contact, and you moan, pleasure sparking white hot all over.
Your trembling fingers grazed over his cock, his length and the fabric of his pants soaked with your juices. You gathered some of your own wetness and smeared it over your twitching nub, almost wishing he didn't turn you around so you could see his hungry gaze follow your every movement as you loudly moaned.
What went from further arousal to irritation to the man, Karl’s hand quickly shoved your own aside, replacing it with his eager hand. Roughly rubbing your clit with tight circles, his pressure tightly firm and unwavering. Your moans grew into jagged cries, his touches sharply contrasting from your own, giving you more pleasure than you could almost comprehend.
Accidentally distracting yourself with the fire yet again, your lips parted in shock to the raging flames proceeding to feast themselves on the edges of the bedroom doorway. What alarmed you most was the bedroom door being very close to the entrance of the home. The only entrance of the home. Any further, and it would block your only way out of the building-
Karl's hand grabbed ahold of your jaw, fingers slightly digging into the meat of your cheeks as he stole the worry out of your mind by delivering a sharp thrust, swallowing your whines in another hungry kiss, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip to fire that perfect hint of pain through your veins. Licking your wet lips, he lowers down to your neck, his beard scratching your tender neck with a cocky grin.
"Come on, you ain't scared of a little fire, are you?" He teases, making his cock hitting all the most perfect parts inside you. He nips at your pounding pulse before sucking another mark there, just because he can. Another mark added to his claimed prize.
“Don’t ya miss screaming for me? You miss crying your head off over my cock? You miss getting fucked so good you couldn’t even fucking stand?”
“M'not filling you up until you come sweetheart,” He pants against your neck, “And you better fuckin’ hurry."
"Fuck! Okay! O-okay… just-please,”. Your mind collapsed, clamping around his cock hard, your pussy convulsing in a way that was almost like you're trying to push him out.
"Don't what?" Karl urges, lips quirking up at the beauty of the pretty fucked out look on your face.
"Don't what sweetheart?"
Teetering on the edge of oblivion you feel tears burn at the backs of your eyes. The pleasure feels alive and violent inside you, like a match thrown into a vat of kerosene.
"Oh god, Karl! Don't stop-please don't stop!" Your body shakes in his grasp, muscles trembling as you reach out and touch the edge of orgasm. You trail off into a heaving babble, jumbled words almost failing to roll off your tongue. "Please-please! M'so close."
"Oh, I’m not gonna stop. Not for anything." He quickly assures, doubling his efforts and slamming his cock into you at a pace that borders pain, the slapping sounds mingling with your cries.
“Come on, y'want to be a good girl for me again, don't you? Come for me (Y/n)."
You clamp down like a vice, pussy pulsing around his thick cock. With your voice hoarse and pleading, your cunt gushes, slick seeping around his cock and smearing over the table's surface. The sensation makes liquid heat scathe up your neck, twitches of embarrassment lingering somewhere in the sensible part of your brain, but Karl could’ve cared less.
He grew irritated when your eyes continued to flicker towards the doorway where the flames introduced themselves. Damn the fire, why aren’t you focusing on him? It wasn’t like he was gonna let them hurt you.
An idea sprang to mind, the man leaning downwards towards your very shoulder. He bit down on your tender flesh, growling when he delivered a sharp thrust against the certain spot that felt so good, causing you to scream. Feeling satisfied with your response followed by his mark along your skin, he pulled himself off of you and quickly sat you back on the table, kneeling down to satisfy his own growing desire for your core. Your arms stayed beside your sides, instinctively after knowing what Karl would have otherwise strictly demanded. He could've cared a whole lot less on how loud you were at this point, knowing those who were able to hear your screams or cries would meet an end via enraged Lycan or some other manner. Death was certain in this village.
He pulled apart your slick thighs, glaring up at you from under his lashes, watching your glowing breasts raise with each breath you took. The love of his life met his gaze, (e/c) eyes ignited by furious arousal and flame, impatiently waiting for his mouth on your greedy swollen cunt. You were undeniably gorgeous; he couldn't hold himself back any longer. The moment his tongue found your clit, shoving his tongue so deep inside as hands pried your thighs apart, preventing you from shutting them even if you couldn’t help it.
He reached parts of you he memorized, basking in your taste while audibly swallowing up your stuttered whimpers and cries. Rough fingers brushed over your sensitive inner thighs, facial hair prickling your other bite mark while he violated your weak spots, adding a finger or two to reach further parts of you where his tongue failed, leaving little to no room for pause. He watched you shudder and cry after another nerve clenching orgasm, thighs squirming over the kitchen table for any kind of mercy that he was never planning to give. It was music to his ears. You tasted, felt, sounded like pure ecstasy. You were gorgeous and writhing, a siren luring him to a promised freedom he desperately desired. A treasure, a prize. All of the best things Karl experienced in his life was right in front of him, and not surprisingly to him, you started to cave again, giving him a single look that begged for more.
Sitting up on your elbow, you watched him lean right back in, his tongue and lips messily ravaging your pussy, your wetness smeared all over his mouth. You bit your lip, pitiful whines escaping you not even a second later. You knew this would happen, the memories of him in this exact position countless times before rattling in your brain, and you never got over them.
"Yes. Right there," you gasped, grounded your hips at him while you reached down and grabbed almost a fistful of his hair. Giving it just a bit of a tug due to the over growing sensitivity caused Karl to glare at you almost dangerously, like a dirty wolf stalking an unsuspecting rabbit. You embraced it, watching that very expression in his eyes grow fierier with that anger that had been there since earlier. Your arguments, everything that had happened at the castle, the church. Now, instead of letting out that anger through even more hurtful words and screams, he was violently flicking his tongue over your clit until your hips were trembling once more, feeling his scalp sting when you tugged on his hair even harder. He felt you cum hard against his fingers and tongue, but he almost didn’t stop, but you wanted more. So much more.
Good.
He wasn't even close to being done. With little resistance, Karl rose and took you into his arms, pressing you close to the nearest wall. With his own back covering your view from the fire and your legs around his waist, he pushed your skirts aside and dug his fingers into your hole just to prepare yourself for him again, then he was inside you once again, filling you, claiming you.
Your mind had blanked, leaving nothing but him as he continued fucking you like a toy, and you eagerly begged for more. Harder. Faster. That was how you wanted it. You could barely recognize your own voice when you did, hoarse from your cries. You didn’t sound like yourself at all, your thoughts only focused on Heisenberg alone as he did what he wanted to you, and you eagerly enjoyed it.
He held you by the neck, pressing against you until you were imprisoned again, his necklaces’ blunt edges digging into the skin of your chest, if not for the thin remnants of your dress protecting you. When you tilted your head to just enough make eye contact, his lips locked with yours instantly, teeth tugging against your bottom lip. His hand moved down to your breast, the other kept securely against your hip, clutching you closer in a seemingly desperate attempt to make him go any deeper, harder. He impaled you, keeping you trapped as he did what he pleased, fucking every inch inside you until he'd left his mark to remind you of his permanent claim on you.
Fuck were you a mess in his arms. A beautiful, helpless mess that was all his. His mouth left yours to nip at your earlobe, almost biting it raw until trailing downwards to your sweat dampened neck, your perfumed scent filling his head. His tongue tasted your salty sweat, his sharp teeth threatening the raging heartbeat under your skin on your throat, eager to spill your blood that was rightfully his to spill if he wanted to. Those thoughts paused when you squeezed around him hard, making yourself so tight he could almost barely move his cock. Your head rolled onto Karl's shoulder, another orgasm causing your body to shiver in his grip. His hand raised your head and slapped his hand over your mouth, muffling your screams and cries as his ever-brutal pace remained strong.
Fuck you for breaking his heart. Fuck you for just leaving him like that all alone, Rising his hopes up with the promises of being able to carry you back through the factory doors, only to head back empty handed. He fucked the anger into you, tugging you hard and marking you in a way you could never forget him, even if you tried.
Karl continued to fuck you into the wall, hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your wails as oversensitivity started to sink in. No, he wasn't done with you yet. He wanted to keep fucking you so hard until the walls caved in, until your face stained with tears. He didn't stop, it was his way of saying fuck you to all of the heartbreak and pain and fuck him for letting you. Buried in your mind, you were begging him to fuck you like he hated you so you could hate him back for thinking that sex was gonna take your mind away from the arguing/
Part of it was true on his end, He hated you so fucking much, as much as he hated himself for doing so much worse to you.
It was ironic. He was angry at you, but he felt wrong for it. Both of you suffered terribly in many different ways, but he intentionally played a hand in it. It hurt that he did, and it was a sign that he cared for you deeply enough to allow himself to hurt in this way for you.
The muscles in your thighs trembled in Karl’s arms as he tensed to your sudden tightness. You came yet again, your back arched, head thrown back with a weary, sore cry leaving your kiss bruised lips. He stilled almost instantly, gritting his teeth while emitting a strained, feral growl at the tension. The muscles on his bloody neck tensed when he closed his jaw, emitting a deep sigh of pure relief through his nose. He sealed his golden eyes shut while he thrusted again and again, groaning louder at the loud slaps of wet skin against skin, the sounds of your weeping pussy swallowing him whole, he couldn’t get enough.
He couldn’t get enough of the sight of those perfect breasts bouncing with each time his cock dug so deep into you, the constant jingle and clink of your necklaces hanging limp on your neck. The necklace he made you, the inscriptions hidden into your skin. You were beautiful around him, gorgeous as he moved his hand away, radiating elegance as your clean, neat nails drew blood from the skin on his arms.
It was blissful. It was everything.
He should've kept you on the table. He should've filled you up to the brim and he step away to watch his own mess drip down your thighs, a sight he always loved to watch with pride. From there, he would've left you there.
No.
No.
He couldn't.
He was an absolute bastard, that much he knew, but he would never leave you like that. He could never.
He roared your name into your mouth with a final kiss, painting the inside of your walls with ropes of thick, white cum. He slowed down his thrusts to a stop as his orgasm came over him, waiting until every last drop was emptied inside of you. Your legs were weak, your upper body felt heavy, but you groaned at the thought of him slipping out of your drowning pussy.
Euphoria finally released her heavenly chains from both your bodies, giving your minds a temporary bath of comfort to sink into before it grew cold.
He kneeled to the floor, keeping you firmly in his lap by his arms around your waist. Your legs painfully tingled as they made contact with the floor, waking up after not being used for a bit of time. It took you a moment to come back to your senses, feeling absolutely fucked out, hot and full.
Speaking of hot, a rich, heavy black smoke pillowed out into the freezing skies outside. The kitchen smelled like an odd fireplace; the temperature considerably hotter as the air was slightly too thick to breathe through.
Karl kept your body facing this way in an attempt to shield you from the heat, but his own body heat didn't exactly help. As a result, your skin felt quite sticky with sweat. At least it was a little easier to breathe down on the ground, but the growing concern of how you would leave the house grew in your head.
Karl kept his head lowered, forehead resting against your chest. The man was almost deadly quiet. shoulders raising slowly with an odd tremor here and there.
Your trembling fingers swept the sweaty locks of hair from his face, revealing his glistening eyes staring at you from behind them when he raised his head. The sight of his tear brimmed lashes stirred something in you, feeling your heart almost break for him. He was crying, when did he start crying?
Before you could say anything, his hand reached up to cradle your bruised face, his touches lighter and gentler than they had ever been.
His nightmares. Thats all he could think of when he first saw your face. What happened to you? Who came to hurt you? Why did they hurt you? Why wasn't he there to protect you? Again?? Why do the worst things happen to you when he isn't there?? Why??
Because he's a coward. He told himself this. But at least he was so damn thankful you were here; Alive.
He leaned closer, pressing a slow kiss to your forehead before burying his face into your neck.
"I missed you, buttercup. Shit... I missed you so fucking much."
His whisper rasped against your neck, causing a heavy, burning ball to rise in your throat.
Despite the incredibly heavy, thick smoke trailing upwards to the skies and permeating the entire shack some peasant family used to call a home, Karl couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of you in his arms, your gorgeous eyes dripping with somber tears. Every bead of sweat on your skin glimmered like ancient amber against the light of the fire, twinkling with innocence as they trickled down your neck, rolling in between the valley of your breasts.
It didn't stop him from looking back into your eyes, seeing your soul weeping for his to join together in adoration once more. Your beauty was undeniably blinding to him, and if this house was to kill you both right now, he would want the sight of you right now being the last of those beautiful moments. Moments he could only be thankful were given to him at all.
He wouldn't trade the time he had with you for the world.
Ever since this man touched you with his oil-stained hands, you’ve been tainted ever since.
You were no one special. Regardless of this parasite that gave everyone else you knew some sort of “gift,” it gave you nothing. No unique power, no mutation other than changing your appearance drastically from the little girl you once were. It was a curse, and there was no way you could change it. You could cut your hair and plead to the gods to change it back to its previous color, only for it to grow back the same shade. Chemicals could be doused onto your skin, but the pigments would remain. You could pluck out your irises and replace them with other priceless gems to change their shade, but it would only make you idiotic and blind. To yourself, everything you knew, it made you feel like nothing. Like you were nothing. But not to him.
You’ve broken this man more than anyone else has in the best way possible. It was beautiful in private, but also terrifying at the same time.
To him, you were everything good. No amount of priceless items you wore: All the diamonds, rubies and emeralds that decorated your skin could ever compare; no number of sapphires that clung to your neck only paled in comparison to the eyes you hated on yourself. Where you hated, he testified, what you viewed as grotesque, he viewed as pure. You’ve made him your disciple, your slave, your prisoner. He didn’t care the title; he didn’t care for the shame. He only cared for your happiness, your smile. It was all he wanted to fight for now. His goddess, His Aphrodite, his Helen of Troy. You were you, and that’s all he ever truly wanted.
He kissed you once again, the warm charms around his neck digging uncomfortably into your skin as you clung to him. You didn’t mind, allowing both your hands to cradle the sides of his face. Fingers stroking his beard, thumbs caressing his scars, smoothing the beads of sweat over his skin.
“You’d be damn fool to think I’m letting you go again,” Heisenberg muttered, grabbing your wrist and slipping the ring you lost onto its designated finger. He held your hand in his, easing his firm grip on you to trail his own fingers along your palm, parting your own fingers to envelop in his. It was a gentle hold, the gentlest he’s been with you this entire night.
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