hi!! can i request some sub karl stuff
it can be anything like head cannons or a fic
head empty just karl<3
i hope you like it, anon!
CONTAINS: teasing, appraisal, lots of aftercare because i’m a total softie sorry
PAIRING: soft dom!reader x sub!karl jacobs
you moan softly, slipping a finger through your folds as you watch karl on your shared bed. he’s been kneeling there for the past hour, hands tied behind his back with some pink silk, cock leaking between his thighs as he whimpers and moans and tries to convince you to let him help you cum. you’re sitting in his gaming chair a few feet away.
“p-please,” he cries, watching your body shudder. it’s been like this for a while, you teasing yourself but never letting yourself cum. you like to watch him beg for it. “i can make you f-feel so g-good. please, let me h-help you.”
poor guy, he’s not even worried about cumming himself. he just wants you to finally let go, to get that release you’ve been looking for.
his entire body is shaking, eyes wide with tears. you pause when he tries pulling at his restraints again, begs becoming a high pitched whine and a tiny sob.
you pull your hand away from yourself, leaning forward with a tiny frown. “karl, give me a colour, honey.”
he whines, hips moving against the bed, thighs shaking in exhaustion. “i don’t— i—“
you move to stand in front of him, hands cupping his cheeks. “karl. colour, now.”
he finally looks at you. he sniffles. “y-yellow. green. i don’t— please, baby, i—“
he releases another sob, and you’re immediately shuffling forward with a comforting smile. “okay, baby boy. i know. i know. you can help me now. i’m sorry i made you wait, you’re such a good boy for me. you deserve to help me cum. such a good boy.”
you slide your fingers through his hair, one hand going to untangle the restraints easily. his hands were on you immediately, going to your hips, your nipples, your ass. a soft moan slips out when a finger slips into your heat and he groans against you, head falling to your neck.
“s-such a good boy,” you whisper, sighing heavily when he adds another finger. “you’re so good to me. thank you. thank you, baby boy, you’re so good to me.”
his body shakes from the appraisal, and you’re not sure even you can last much longer as his fingers stretch you out.
“come on, sweetheart,” you say, moaning loudly when his fingers slip out of you slowly. within seconds you’re sitting on his thighs, sinking on his cock, sliding against him.
he cries out when you bottom out, hands gripping your waist, trying to gain control. you push his chest backwards, pressing him against the bed. he willingly does as he’s told, but his hands fall to your ass to grip it tight. the throaty groan that passes his lips makes it worth it, his cock stretching you out, hitting your spot so nicely, pulling your own whines and keens out of you.
“so... fucking... good to me,” you whine, bouncing, trying to feel good, trying to finish, chasing your high. but it’s not working. god, it’s not enough.
and then karl is reaching forward and pinching your clit and you’re cumming down his length, screaming his name.
you slump against his chest, tears slipping down your face, still whining, still cumming, clenching around him as you feel karl reach his high as well. he clutches on to you, arms wrapped around your waist, lips sliding against your neck.
it takes you a minute or so, but you make sure that you kiss under his ear, his favourite spot during aftercare, and whisper how amazing he is, how you’re so glad he lets you take care of him, how he always makes you feel so good. and when he’s sliding into subspace you can feel your heart clenching as adorations fills you. god, you love him so much. he’s so... karl.
you smile softly as you climb off of him, always leaving a hand on his body in case he comes out of it early, even though you know he won’t, and move so you’re sitting against the headboard, one hand in karl’s hair, the other letting you take a couple of sips from the glass of water on the bedside table. it’s lukewarm now, but you don’t mind. there’s another one next to yours for karl, and beside that a bowl of strawberries, apple slices, and a couple granola bars that you can feed to him when he’s more awake. one more thing there is the ointment for karl’s wrists.
you hum softly when you feel him stir. he lets out a tiny whine, sliding up against you, wincing a little at the ache in his muscles. you quickly start running your hands down his chest, massaging his thighs, abdomen, his shoulder blades. he shudders against you, head against your thigh as you work on relaxing him. he smiles in content, leaving a sloppy kiss on the skin of your stomach as you ghost your knuckles across his ass.
he whines at the loss of contact as you reach for the ointment. you offer him a comforting smile, telling him you’re just going to soothe the ache in his wrists, and when he offers a tiny nod and continues leaving tiny smooches across your skin, you can’t help it but smile wide. even when he’s so fucked out he can barely move he’s making sure you feel loved.
as you rub the ointment on his wrists, you make sure he feels the same way.
