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eclectickss · 4 years ago

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PGATW Part 4

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OC (fem!reader)

Series Summary: The avengers take a vacation to a private island rental off of the Georgia coast! You now have an opportunity to spend time with your new family, especially Wanda and Natasha. Chapter Summary: The plane takes off... Warnings: smut, fluff

Word Count: 2K

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"ALRIGHT, AVENGERS." Tony stood at the front of the bus like a tour guide as you all pulled into the upstate campus, which made you internally giggle. "We will only be here for fifteen minutes! It used to be thirty but you all were late this morning! Bucky and Sam will be joining us here, but everyone needs to be ready for the bus over to the landing strip and sitting with their asses back in these seats in a quarter of an hour." His voice projected everywhere, and you made a mental note to tease him about it later.

Some people decided not to leave the bus, but you didn't want to miss your last snack and fancy bathroom opportunity for the next two weeks.

"Hey Nat, I'm gonna grab Peter and raid the kitchen. You and Wanda wanna join?" You asked as you slipped on your dino pack. She pondered your question, debating between letting you have your time with Peter or spending more time with him. "C'mon! Prove to him your not a pill and that you know how to have fun." You said, teasing her, hoping to get her to join in.

"I know how to have fun!" She exclaimed as you mockingly rolled your eyes.

"I don't believe you." You bent down to whisper in her ear, and she gasped, jokingly offended by your words. In a rush, she lunged to hug your waist and throw you over her shoulder.

"This is is fun, right? I'm having fun. Are you having fun?" She smirked, carrying you down the isles of the motorcoach.

"Put me down, Natasha!" You laughed and smiled endlessly, enjoying the moment.

"Nope. I'm having fun, Talia." She said slowly as she arrived at Wanda and Peter's feet. "Hey Wanda, Peter." The two of them looked up at you and Natasha, laughing. "Talia here suggested a kitchen raid, so are you two joining?"

"Absolutely." The Sokovian replied, stepping into the aisle.

"What would a vacation be without a pre-travel kitchen raid?" Peter added, joining Wanda as they followed you and Nat out of the bus.

"So Talia," You did your best to look up while you were still over Nat's shoulder when Wanda addressed you. "You having fun up there?"

"Oh, she's having a ton of fun, Wanda," Nat smirked.

"Are you having fun, Natasha?"

"Oh, way more fun than Talia is having. I'm loving this."

"Ok haha. I get it you can put me down now." You said as you started to get uncomfortable in the odd position.

"Whatever you say, Princess." You rolled your eyes again as she set you down but briefly pulled her ear down to your lips.

"I had fun too." You smiled as Natasha shivered.

"Alright team," you turned, now addressing everyone. "What are we on the hunt for today?"

"Twizzlers." Wanda immediately responded.

"Ok... Twizzlers are on the list... anything else?" You were a little surprised by her forwardness.

"I kinda just wanna see what is here." Peter shrugged as you all finally reached the door, stepping inside and striding towards the kitchen.

"Alright, sounds like a plan." You high-fived him.

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Twelve minutes later, you were back in your seat with Wanda and an entire bag of food on your lap.

You had opened a bag of goldfish, and now you were peacefully snacking and making headway on the short drive to the landing strip. You also found a bag of chips and cherries, as well as some pretzels and chocolates. Wanda had said that she wanted to save her Twizzlers for later, so those were in the bag along with a few other good finds. Peter had his own bag in the back with Natasha, but you weren't too sure what he had grabbed.

"So how did your conversation with Peter go? Nat told me he wanted to work with you for his school project."

"It was actually really good! Of course, I'm not too sure how much a college fundraiser would be capable of making, but it's the thought and effort that counts. Plus, it's a great way for me to get to spend some time with him."

The last sentence stopped you momentarily, but you continued on.

"Well, I can't wait to hear more about it." You smiled, and somewhat unexpectedly, wrapped your fingers around Wanda's.

"Alright, we have arrived at the landing strip. Destination details and living accommodations will be discussed on the plane, so for now, get on board!" You looked out the window immediately to see one of Tony's big private jets towering over the concrete.

"Wow." You breathed, following everyone out of the bus and onto the stairs leading up to the plane.

"Tony might be a little... Extra... sometimes." Wanda commented, placing a hand on your back as she walked beside you.

"No... no... I'm not complaining." You almost gaped in awe as you stepped inside the plane.

Walking down the isles, you see that the jet is organized in seats of four, so you and Wanda sit facing each other while you wait for Peter and Natasha to join your sides. Clint, Bruce, Tony, and Pepper took up another section, While Steve sat alone, most likely waiting for Bucky and Sam to show up. Pietro and Thor sat across from one another in the last section, both happy to have some quiet time.

Finally, Peter and Nat walked on board, both also being taken aback by the jet.

"Talia this is so cool!" Peter said as he sat down next to you.

"I know, right! It's like first class but better." You laughed, admiring the quality and design around you.

"ALRIGHT, AVENGERS." You were about to kill Tony if you heard that one more time. "The Island I have rented is off of the Georgia coast." Everyone looked at him funny, expecting something like the Bahamas or the Gulf of Mexico. "Hey don't look at me like that. It was the best I could do with the time frame." You didn't completely believe him but went along with it anyways. "The island consists of one very large beach house and a marsh bridge to get everyone easily over to the mainland and back. We will only have three cars between 13 of us though, so play nice."

"Dibs on the coolest one for tonight," Natasha smirked, and you quickly remembered the date that was supposed to take place when you arrived at the beach. You smiled, hoping the two women had something cool planned.

"Ok, Nat has dibs on a car tonight. Other than that, try and relax and spend time with one another, especially with Tal and Pete." The two of you rolled your eyes. "There will be a total of eleven rooms in the house, all with their own baths and outdoor balconies or access. Pepper and I will be in the biggest room together, and then ladies get first pick after. Any questions?" Everyone was surprisingly silent. "All right then, let's get this bird flyin."

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- - ——— "Good morning, baby girl," Natasha whispered in your ear as your eyes slowly opened to the morning sun. "I hope you slept well." You hummed in response, but soon felt a pair of lips on your neck that clearly did not belong to the woman you were staring at.

"Hello, Wanda," You smiled, reaching behind you to pull the Sokovian's mouth further into you, breathing into the sensation.

"Hi, Talia." You felt her smirk against the base of your neck as your stomach turned. Two pairs of hands made contact with your body, touching places that you didn't know could affect you. Fingertips slipped under your shirt and traced their way down your spine, while others slipped under your arm to massage your breast.

Natasha's top hand had found its way onto your ass and under your thighs, while the other held your head to pull you in for a slow, desperate kiss. Her tongue made its way to your bottom lip asking for permission, and you gladly let her in as she gently explored you.

A soft moan escaped you as the two women worked you up, very happy to be waking up like this.

"Would you like to cum for us this morning, baby girl?" Natasha asked.

"Mhm, yes please mommies, please make me cum." You nearly whispered, already responsive to the slightest touch.

"Ok, darling," Wanda whispered.

From behind you, the Sokovian pulled you on top of her and sat up, now with her chest against your back and your legs crossed in anticipation. You never found your underwear from last night, so your cunt was slicking up everything. The witch slowly lifted your large t-shirt over your head, not forgetting to give your body attention along the way.

"You're so beautiful, Talia." You moaned as Wanda worked to place a hickey on top of your shoulder. Natasha crawled her way to your feet, watching the scene before her. "Now do us a favor and open your legs for Natasha. Don't shut them until she's made you cum, baby."

"Yes, mommy." You spread your legs as wide as possible, eager to please your women. They both could see you drip.

"Good girl." Wanda nipped at your ear, slowly dragging one finger down your stomach, tauntingly dragging it through your folds. Your breaths were heavy and you were nearly whining, but Wanda didn't care. "You're so wet for us, Talia."

"Do you want us to fuck you, baby girl?" Natasha spoke, positioning herself at your entrance, preparing to eat you out.

"Yes. Fuck yes." You groaned, not getting the attention that you ached for.

"Beg for it."

"Please fuck me, mommies. Please let me cum. I want to cum so bad and I want to feel you everywhere. Fuck me. Please." And with that, Wanda inserted two of her fingers into you as Natasha went straight for your clit.

"Oh my god. Nat- Natasha. Wanda. Holy Fuck." You stuttered, unable to say anything else.

"Talia, baby girl..."

"Hmm, Natasha..."

"Talia..."

"Yes, Wanda?"

"Talia!"

You jolt awake from your dream. "Huh, what's happening?" You're eyes open to see Wanda and Natasha kneeling at your feet, faces flushed yet looking worriedly at you. Everyone else on the plane looked to be asleep, and even Peter was snoring next to you.

"Your dream was a little loud, Talia," Wanda said in a quiet voice, but your head tilted in confusion. "You were squirming in your sleep so I checked your thoughts to make sure you weren't having a nightmare." Oh, the dream. Your entire face changed color.

"We uhh..." Nat smirked. "Didn't want to wake you cause it looked like you were having fun.... hell, we were having fun... but you started getting a little loud," she leaned into your ear. "didn't want your dream orgasm to wake anyone up, baby girl."

You put your face in your hands out of complete embarrassment.

"Wanda, did you at least share my dream with Nat?" She silently raised her eyebrow at you. "What?! This can't possibly get any more embarrassing for me, so I hope you two got some entertainment out of it." You laughed, trying to force your red cheeks away.

"If you really want to know, yes I did. I probably shouldn't have but-"

"No, I'm happy that you did." You turned to Nat. "Did you like it, baby?" You smirked.

"A little too much..." she looked guilty, as did Wanda.

"What, do you guys want to go work it off?" You smiled now, finding their awkwardness as good payback for them witnessing your dream.

"Umm..." Wanda began. "That would be nice if it's ok with you. We're still not too sure on where you stand with... sex..." She sheepishly made eye contact with you while you pondered it over. You still didn't know if you were ready for the real thing, but you still had something in mind.

"Can I watch?"

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lovelywingsart · 4 years ago

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Blood of the Lambs (18+)

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

This directly after Mistakes of the Lambs, hence the name, and is literally just a small bit of shameless smut. uwu Short smut in my terms, but smut nonetheless. I actually enjoyed writing this one more than the others that are currently WIPs... And I have quite a few NSFW WIPs :'D They're just hard for me to finish, honestly.

This also takes place with this little chain of sketch events just like 'Mistakes'!

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: Blood, pain(removal of a bullet), mild bodily harm, NSFW: blood kink, mild choking, overstimulation/drawn out orgasm, light fingering, more implied at the end

Summary: After the bodies are set up to avoid suspicion, Karl helps Emelia with the issue that is the bullet in her arm. But turns out there's a little more he's interested in... And turns out she isn't exactly arguing.

Emelia sat on the chair in the workshop on the surface, her head back against the top as she took deep, wavering breaths. She was still covered in wet blood that barely dried despite the warmth of the factory and workshop, the red liquid staining her shirt and skin. But she didn't care... Her main concern was the pain her body was in as it trembled lightly, even as she sat perfectly still. It was painful to even blink... The full transformations always caused pain during and after... She barely did them for that reason, other than the fact that she could just barely control the Cadou enough to keep the form stable in the first place. But the damage sustained from the bullets of the villagers added a little more pain, and she found it difficult to heal fully even after reverting back. She could still feel the bullet lodged in her shoulder when she moved it... Even if she flexed her arm just slightly. It was there. She could also feel that the muscle had partially healed around it how it could, and she knew damn well it would hurt like hell to get it out. She debated on even telling the man when he returned... That was, if he didn't sense it first.

From going up to the surface-level building and the fact that he went out immediately in the first place, she knew it was night. At what time of night, she had no idea, and it made the thought of him going out a little easier despite still admittedly being worried. He'd be fine... He was a careful man, and would have wanted to wait until nightfall anyway. He'd be safer in the shadows and they both knew it. He was already gone for a while. A little under an hour, maybe... Setting up a bear attack was easier said than done, albeit not hard, and he most certainly allowed the Lycans get to the remains to clear any other trace of her own intervention. Hell, maybe the remains would be picked clean by the surrounding wildlife by sunrise... While he kept two of the bodies for Soldat production and experiments, the others were far too mangled to even attempt it unless he wanted a pain of a job, and she knew better than to suggest it.

It was then that a door opened, making her flinch at the sound as her senses had also been overloaded for a short time. But she couldn't help but feel relief as Heisenberg walked in with a sigh.

"It wasn't easy with those mooching assholes, but the bodies are out there and far the hell away from here." He said simply, shrugging off the jacket he wore. He wasn't tired, but it was evident he had decided not to go back out unless absolutely dire. He looked at her as she moved her hand into a slight thumbs up with a wince, and he frowned. "Still hurts?"

He was met with a tiny nod.

"Like hell..." she managed, her voice soft and somewhat hoarse from her vocal chords being strained. He kept his eyes on her before his attention was drawn to the hole in her shoulder once more. He concentrated for a moment, only to suddenly make his way over.

"It's still in your shoulder." He said simply, stopping in front of her. She grunted in response.

"I'm fine..." she mumbled, but he shook his head.

"Hm. Can you still feel it when you move?"

"... Yes..." she replied hesitantly, frowning as he raised a brow.

"Then it needs to be removed. It'll damage the nerves and bone, and suddenly you won't have an arm."

"It won't, I'll be fine-"

"You'll be handicapped if I don't, Emelia. You know that." He replied, quickly moving for the small bit of medical supplies he always kept around. "While I don't necessarily care of you are or not because you'll work either way, I'd rather you stay whole. Making a fake limb isn't as easy as it looks."

"You would know..." she muttered. He shrugged.

"I do, actually. It would be better for you, too. You're already missing a fucking eye." He couldn't help but smirk as she gave a huff. "Don't think you want a fake arm in your other form, do you?"

She shook her head slowly and watched with a narrowed eye as he neared her again, simply kneeling in front of her. He held out a hand.

"Give me your arm." He demanded, and she just barely complied.

"Dare I ask how you'll get it out..." she mumbled, hesitantly setting her forearm in his hand. She gave a wincing huff as he patted her arm in a near playful manor. He chuckled.

"You don't even need to ask, Doll."

"And exactly how much pain do you plan on causing me...?"

She watched as he pulled her arm towards him, feeling her muscles tense as he inspected the blood covered area. But he couldn't help the slight wandering eye, forcing himself to look back at the hole in her arm instead of the rest of her blood soaked skin. Why did she look... alluring? She was covered in blood, not chocolate... What the hell??

"Well, it'll hurt like hell, I can tell you that much." He said simply, reaching up to prod carefully around the area to get a physical feeling of where the object was located while she flinched. He HAD to ignore those thoughts for now... Not to mention she was still in pain from the mutation. No way in hell she'd do anything... Right? Oh, he almost wished...

It was easy to find in the underside if her arm before he straightened himself. He covered it with his palm for a moment, meeting her eye as he looked up. "Ready?"

"No, but I-" she started, only to stop with a pained cry as he lifted his hand away with a small pulse. She could feel the bullet move in the muscle and against the bone, pulling and tugging its way out as he kept his hand hovering over her arm with a surprising amount of concentration. Even he knew he could do more damage than good by removing it like this, and he needed to prevent that... But this was the easiest way unless either of them wanted to knock her out for a minor surgery, and something told him he'd lose another limb if he even suggested that.

Her free hand flew to keep her arm down from instantly swatting him away, and she bit her lip to avoid fully screaming. Her eye screwed shut with tears and pained whimpers as she felt another rush of pain as he used his power to pull again. It hurt... It hurt more than getting shot initially... Fresh blood began to seep down her already covered arm as the bullet tore through newly healed tissue, and Heisenberg frowned as she started to squirm slightly.

"Stay STILL..." he grumbled, holding her arm steady with a harder grip.

She tried. She really did try as he pushed against the skin, helping to push the small piece of metal out. But she twisted her forearm slightly to grab onto his, and he flinched when she squeezed. The pulses of his power stopped for a moment.

"Break my arm and we're gonna have an issue..." he growled, glancing at her. She nodded.

"N-Not trying to..." She replied simply, her voice strained. He shook his head and looked back at the hole, inspecting it one last time. The silver of the bullet was just slightly visible through the fresh blood, and he knew it was out of the dangerous area of her arm. Any severe damage was avoided, thankfully...

"I can see it." He said, hovering his palm a little closer. "I'm going to go for one last tug. It's gonna hurt like a bitch, but it'll be out..."

"J-Just do it, then."

He couldn't help but arch a brow, but nodded.

"Alright then." He adjusted his grip, holding onto her arm tight enough for the skin to turn red and shifting to the side away from her legs. If he didn't, there was a chance he'd go flying, or get a few broken ribs, at the very least. "One... Two..."

He didn't even say three. She let out a loud, pained cry as he flexed his fingers back, his power ripping the bullet from her flesh in one final tug. He let go and backed away almost instantly as she tried kicking at him, allowing her to curl to herself and press her still bloody palm against the now fresh bleeding wound with a whine and a groan.

"F-... FUCK..." Emelia managed with a gasp, her body shaking from the small bit of adrenaline that shot through her system from the pain. Her arm trembled violently as she flexed her fingers to test feeling in them.

She took deep breaths as Heisenberg slowly returned to his place crouched in front of her, holding out his hand with the bullet in his palm.

"Standard ammo, straight shot out from the muscle. No fragments, no chips... You'll be fine." He assured, watching as she looked at the bullet with more pained tears that she was clearly fighting off.

She glared at the little piece of metal before giving a growling huff.

"I'll melt it down later..." she grumbled, managing to straighten herself out just slightly, albeit shakily. She then ran her tongue against her bitten lip and he froze, his shoulders going stiff. Fuck.

'Blood, not chocolate. BLOOD, NOT CHOCOLATE.' he thought, watching as she finally managed to lean back against the chair with a groan. But it may as well be the same god damn thing!! He simply set the bullet on the table next to them, instead reaching to grab the gauze and green liquid he had retrieved beforehand. His mind ran as he reached forward to wipe away what he could of the blood with a clean rag.

"Need a distraction?" He asked suddenly, unable to keep his mouth from moving as he poured the liquid onto a piece of gauze. She looked at him with a flinch, now suspicious as he pressed the material to her arm.

"'Distraction'?" She asked, moving her hand slightly as she felt the wound heal slowly. "You're not one for 'distractions', Heisenberg..."

"It's an honest question."

Emelia watched him carefully, catching his glances towards her as he worked on her arm. But not her face entirely... No, his gaze wandered over her mouth and neck, all the way down to where the crimson liquid covered her shirt. She licked her lip again slightly, clearing off the small beads of blood from her own teeth, watching his eyes move and his mouth twitch with a small interest. It took her only a moment before she realized exactly what went through the mans head, now somewhat familiar with the spark that appeared in the pale yellow of his eyes. She tilted her head slightly.

"You're find this attractive, don't you?" She said simply, making the man pause his movements. He looked at her, meeting her eye.

"... And if I do?" He asked. She raised a brow.

"That implies a few things."

"It only looks good on you, Doll, not a cold corpse."

He finally turned to fully face her once he wrapped her bicep in some small bandages, setting an arm across her legs once he was finished as he propped himself up. She kept herself back against the chair, still sore, but secretly somewhat amused by the new development as she watched his face.

"And yet you've never come forward when I assist with the Soldats..." she said, watching a smirk cross his features.

"Who's to say I don't 'suffer' in silence, hm?" He chuckled, tapping her thigh lightly. "But I will say there's a little something better about it being fresh compared to an average work day."

"Oh?" She questioned. Well, this was... intriguing. But she couldn't help but be amused enough to enjoy it just slightly. He chuckled again.

"That's not saying I want you to tear those poor bastards apart more often..." he shrugged, but gave a grin. "But I won't stop you if they try again."

"You were angry that I didn't leave Soldat material."

"That was before I came back to this." He reached up and dragged his thumb across her chin, smearing blood across her skin just a little more. "And seeing as you did so to defend us and the factory... Well, I believe the attraction is well deserved. I just wish you hadn't gotten hurt from it."

She let her chin rest in his hand for a moment before sticking out her tongue to lick away the blood his thumb had gathered. The look that entered his features was enough to tell her that he had much more self control than he let on.

"You realize I'm still sore?" She said casually, reaching her hand up to tap along the inside of his arm up to his elbow. It was a common gesture, and one he knew all too well at this point. He suddenly straightened himself, managing to rest in between her knees with a chuckle as he leaned up and held her face.

"Oh, I know."

His reply was simple, and left no time for her to respond as he grabbed the back of her neck and nearly crushed his mouth to hers. Despite wincing with the movements, she returned the kiss as fiercely as it was given, feeling as his other arm snaked around her waist. She could still taste the copper-like substance on her tongue as he nipped at her lip almost immediately, and she could tell he did as well as he paused once the kiss was deepened. But of course it didn't stop him, much to her slowly appearing delight. She held onto him as he leaned up further, ending up somewhat kneeling on the chair between her knees, himself. Was the chair big enough for both of them? Most definitely not. But did the idea of being shoved against it to make room for him bother her? Absolutely not.

That's almost exactly what happened as his hand went from her jaw to around her neck, pressing her into the chair effortlessly. She only grunted in an uncomfortable sore pain, but both ignored it as his other arm moved to roam her shirt and pull it away from her chest. They could hear the sound of the fabric sticking to her skin as it was pulled away, and he chuckled in the kiss.

"Arms up Doll, or it's getting ripped." He purred against her lips, and she gladly obliged, albeit with a pained grunt.

He only pulled away to assist the removal of the shirt, and she paused once she caught sight of the blood on his own lips- blood that promptly disappeared with his tongue trailing over them with a smirk. Her eye widened slightly as her face heated up.

"I'm not the only one then, hm?" He played, glancing down at her now bare, blood-smeared chest. "Don't think I don't catch your eye when we work."

"That would make me a hypocrite then, wouldn't it?" She replied, a nervous smirk appearing as she felt him move to remove his gloves.

"I believe so." He chuckled, kneeling back down in front of her, yet grabbing her hips and tugging them forward. She let out another sore grunt, but held onto his shoulders. "But not just blood, Doll."

"What do you mean...?" She questioned, though was only half serious. She knew exactly what he meant as he leaned to kiss and bite at her neck, though his awareness of it genuinely surprised her.

"You think I look at you now like you're a piece of melted sweets, hm?" He chuckled again, pulling her forward more to press his hips against hers at the edge of the chair. She let out a soft whine. "I see you when you look at me like you've seen a steak. You're not allowed to judge me for this."

"N-Not my fault you can be fun to look at, Metalhead..." she challenged. She felt his smirk at her neck.

"Not my fault you look like an entire goddamn meal like this then, Emmy."

She said nothing as he bit at her neck again, only letting out a surprised gasp as she felt him send pulses through the piercings. Her back arched against him as his hands ran over her skin, smearing what blood she had on her chest down to her hips before tugging at the tied jumpsuit. She managed to move through the pulses with soft whines and whimpers, shakily fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt. He couldn't help but chuckle in mild amusement, simply pausing the pulses for a few moments. He was met with another whine, this time of mild irritation, but she managed to undo the buttons before the pulses started again and before the jumpsuit and everything under it was pulled past her thighs with ease.

She let out a small gasp as one of his hands moved to between her legs, keeping them apart as he rubbed against the piercing and moist warmth around it. His other arm wrapped around her waist as he inserted two fingers immediately, and she gave a gasping whine.

"H-Heis...-" she started, holding onto his shoulders.

It actually hurt with every muscle still sore, but she ignored the light throbbing in favor of the sparks of pleasure that now shot up her spine, which amplified as his mouth left her neck and found its way down to her breast. The thin layer of blood was promptly licked away before he focused in the piercing, his tongue running over it and the sensitive flesh before lightly biting down. He switched to the other piercing within a few seconds, the sounds of her whines and whimpers gracing his ears as his fingers moved quickly. It didn't last long as he let out a low groan, removing his arm from around her to undo his belt and pants. The taste of blood and the feel of the increasing moisture around his fingers drove him insane... She tasted like a dessert, and he fucking wanted it.

He removed his mouth from her chest, kissing and biting up to her neck once more while constantly licking away the blood from his lips. He suddenly removed his fingers, earning an irritated whine, but he caught her eye as he brought them to his lips. He watched her face turn even more red as he dragged his tongue along one of them, though the look in her eye was unwavering. He almost seemed to savor the mixture of her and the blood itself, the combination making him growl almost possessively before he put his fingers to her lips.

"Open." He grumbled, pleased as she did so immediately. She flinched as he pushed his fingers over her tongue, whining at the taste, yet still closing her mouth around them.

He leaned up suddenly, enjoying her surprised noise as he used his hand to press her back against the chair by her chin while moving forward to rub against her roughly. He wasted no time in nearly shoving himself inside of her, earning a surprised moan as he groaned, himself.

"Fuck-" he grumbled, glancing at her as he pulled his fingers from her mouth. She whimpered as she licked her lips, her breaths coming as small pants.

"K-Karl, please-" she started, though she didn't need to finish.

He started moving immediately, gripping her hips with careful force. She nearly wrapped her legs around his waist as he moved. Her whines and whimpers quickly turned into gasps and moans as his pace quickened, the chair creaking under them slightly with the rhythm he set. The taste of blood and her sweetness mixed with sound of her moans filled his senses, feeling her nearly cling to his shoulders.

"H-HEIS- KARL- F-FUCK-!!~" she gasped, feeling the pulses of the piercings increase just slightly.

Her nails dug into the fabric of the shirt he wore. The throbbing pain of her muscles only seemed to amplify the feeling as he suddenly slipped a hand in between them, his thumb finding the bundle of nerves against the piercing. Her back arched against his chest at the feeling, and she suddenly let out quiet, wavering cry as a sudden orgasm flooded through her, making her thighs tremble and nearly trap him against her. He then stopped suddenly, pressing his hips roughly against hers and reaching up to grab her by the neck. He pressed her back against the chair and kept his eyes on her, yet continued moving his thumb.

"Come on, Doll, come on. Keep going." He purred lowly, watching as her hands shot down to grip the armrests as she nearly thrashed and trembled under him. He rubbed quickly and rough, dragging out the orgasm for much, much longer.

"F-FUCK, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK- KARL-!" She managed, simply repeating his name as she spasms continued. He grunted as he felt the tightness around him, feeling close himself simply by watching her. Fuck, was it a show...

Her nails dug into the arm rests of the chair, staining and tearing apart the fabric while giving him a rather clear view of her chest and trembling muscles. Her lips were parted as higher pitched whines escaped them from the feeling. She nearly had tears in her eye before he started to move again, his thumb still rapidly moving against her.

She couldn't help but shift her legs around his waist, letting him closer. She couldn't keep her eye open... Hell, she could barely think, and she was only one orgasm in. She finally grabbed onto his arm that held her against the chair, needing something to hold on to- No, she needed HIM to hold on to. A needy whine left her parted lips as he suddenly moved his hand from her throat, instead grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at him.

"What do you want, Emmy?" He growled, his voice strained with each thrust. She barely managed to look at him, moans and whines breaking up her words as she attempted to speak.

"Y-.... Y-You... I-..." She tried, the very sudden overstimulation from the pulsing metals almost stopping her immediately. But she kept a hold on his arm with a shaky grip as if it grounded her thoughts. "M-MORE....-"

"You'll get more, Doll, just do it again."

"P-PLEASE-"

She was interrupted as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers, only allowing the moans to seep through as he increased the movements of his thumb and thrusts. It was then that she reached and grabbed the back of his shirt with her other hand once more, letting out a multitude of cries and moans against his lips as she was hit by another strong orgasm. Again her legs tightened around his waist, keeping him against her as he finally grunted his own release. The movement of his thumb slowed slightly as he came, and her muscles trembled with numbing pleasure as she clung to him. Few tears rolled down her cheek as she squeezed her eye shut, letting out more whines and whimpers at the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach that only calmed as his thumb finally stopped moving.

The kiss settled down after his own trembling muscles relaxed, and he finally pulled away once he could fully feel her shaking. She slumped into the chair under him, panting and attempting to catch her breath as her body shook. He pressed his forehead to hers in a calming gesture, breathing heavily, himself.

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly, reaching to wipe away the tears on her cheek before setting his hand along her side. She nodded slightly, finally managing to look at him.

"I-It doesn't... Doesn't h-hurt anymore..." she managed, and he chuckled.

"That was part of the plan, Doll." He replied. She kept her hold on him, though lessened her grip just slightly as he removed his other hand from her throat to hold her cheek.

"'Part of'...?"

"Well, the other part was to fuck you senseless until you washed off."

She couldn't help but give a breathy chuckle as he smiled.

"It may have worked..."

"Hm." He hummed, leaning up slightly. "Not completely, Emmy. You're still talking."

"I'm exhausted..."

"You're still awake, too." He grinned. She rolled her eye, managing to shift a bit under him with a quiet grunt.

There was silence as they each caught their breath, and Emelia nearly went limp in the chair. How the hell was she still here? Wouldn't she have slid off by now?? The thought made her chuckle. Heisenberg looked at her with mild amusement.

"What's so funny?" He asked, merely leaning on one of the chair arms. She shook her head.

"I'm amazed you kept me here of all places..." she mused glancing over at the table. "Usually it's up there... Or on the floor..." she nodded to the door- "Or the room."

"Well, I'm not opposed to going to the room anyway." He said simply, suddenly wrapping his arms around her. She watched with suspicion, only to give a yelp in surprise as he lifted her up against his chest.

"HEY-" She started, whining as he gave a quick thrust before standing up, keeping her on and against him as she held onto him tightly.

"We've got a few hours to spare..." he chuckled, making his way to the door. She gave a huff.

"Hours?!" She growled, earning a quick kiss to the cheek that instantly silenced her.

"When I said 'fuck you senseless', I mean to put emphasis on the 'senseless' aspect." He said. "So, in order to not destroy your physical being, I say a bed is easier than a chair or a table."

"And if I don't want to be?!"

"Well, I'd assume you'd be telling me to stop or attempting to walk yourself instead of clinging to me like a damn possum." He played. She gave an annoyed huff, but remained still. Well, maybe she COULD finish her work later... Plus, she really was exhausted, and the thought of ignoring and numbing the slowly returning pain with pleasure was rather appealing.

"... You'll let me sleep afterwards?" She asked quietly, finally nuzzling to his shoulder. He chuckled.

"After I'm done with you, yes."

"And when will that be?"

"Until you either fall asleep or can't speak, Doll."

She was silent for a moment before cracking a smile and giving a light chuckle.

"I look forward to it, then..."

He returned the chuckle, making his way through the door that led into the room.

"Good. And we won't be showering until afterwards, or at least in the middle of it."

"... Deal."

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