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muiitoloko · 23 days

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Summary: You are there to meet all of his needs.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Author's Notes: Well, folks, brace yourselves for another rollercoaster ride of a story! I gotta admit, this one had me wrestling with writer's block like nobody's business. Every word felt like it was mocking me from the page! But then, lo and behold, I stumbled upon some Karl gifs on Tumblr and bam! Inspiration struck like lightning! 🌩️ Had to spill some ink on Karl, no question about it. Here's hoping I did justice to the enigma that is Karl in this one-shot! Oh, and can we talk about Charlotte? Let's just say, I'm not exactly her biggest fan... Am I alone in this? 🤔

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As Karl stood by the window, his gaze fixed on you, the maid, playing with Otto in the garden, a myriad of conflicting emotions swirled within him. It had been two weeks since Charlotte had left with Friedrich, leaving Karl and Otto behind. Two weeks since Karl had managed to recover from his illness, but the ache of missing his wife lingered like a ghost haunting the halls of his home.

As he watched you, a simple maid with a beauty that had gone unnoticed until now, Karl couldn't help but feel a pang of longing deep within his chest. He missed the warmth of a woman, especially when he lay alone in his bed at night, the cold sheets a constant reminder of his loneliness.

Over time, Karl began to notice things about you that he hadn't paid attention to before. He saw your beauty, simple yet captivating, like someone from his own class. He observed the dedication with which you carried out your duties, the tender care you showed towards Otto, his beloved son.

And then, as if by some cruel twist of fate, Karl's gaze fell upon the neckline of your dress, the delicate curve of your breasts teasingly visible beneath the fabric. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, his pulse quickening with desire as he imagined what it would be like to hold them, to suckle at them with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Karl closed his eyes, cursing himself as he leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window. He missed the warmth of a woman, the softness of her skin against his, and there you were, a woman so close and yet so far away.

He wondered if you were still a virgin, if you had ever felt the heat of a man's touch. But it didn't matter, did it? Because Karl would be better than any man you had ever known, much better. He would treat you with the respect and adoration you deserved, fulfilling every desire and whim with a passion that knew no bounds.

But then, with a shake of his head, Karl opened his eyes, the realization of what he was thinking hitting him like a ton of bricks. What the hell was he doing? He was a married man, a father, and you were just a maid, beneath him in every sense of the word.

With a sense of self-disgust, Karl moved away from the window and strode purposefully towards the door, determined to put an end to these foolish thoughts once and for all. He swung the door open, interrupting your play with Otto as he ushered you both inside.

"Enough playing for now, Otto," Karl said, his voice firm as he directed his son towards the bathroom. "It's time to wash up and get ready for dinner."

Otto visibly wilted at the dismissal, his shoulders slumping as he reluctantly obeyed his father's command. You, on the other hand, bowed respectfully, apologizing for the interruption and offering to help with dinner preparations.

But Karl ignored your offer, his gaze distant as he instructed Otto to hurry along. "We will have dinner promptly at seven," he said, his tone clipped. "Make sure everything is ready by then."

You nodded obediently, bowing once again before turning to leave the room. As you passed Karl, he couldn't help but notice the way your dress clung to your curves, the sway of your hips as you walked away sending a shiver of desire down his spine.

But Karl quickly pushed aside his wayward thoughts, his sense of propriety kicking in as he returned to his office at home. Taking a tissue from his pocket, he pressed it against his mouth while coughing, the sound muffled against the fabric as he tried to quell the persistent ache in his chest.

"Damn foolish thoughts," Karl muttered to himself, his voice tinged with self-loathing as he leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with thoughts of you. "I must focus on my work, on providing for my family. That is all that matters."

But even as he tried to push you out of his mind, Karl couldn't shake the feeling of longing that lingered like a shadow in the depths of his soul. And as he sat there, alone in his office, the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears, he couldn't help but wonder what might have been if things had been different.

As Karl sank into the warm water of the bathtub, he closed his eyes, trying to push aside the intrusive thoughts that plagued his mind. The sound of the water lapping gently against the sides of the tub provided a soothing backdrop, but even the comforting embrace of the warm water couldn't chase away the persistent ache of longing that gnawed at his chest.

You, the maid, moved quietly around the bathroom, preparing to assist Karl with his bath as you had done countless times before. But today was different. Today, Karl couldn't help but notice the way your gentle hands moved with practiced ease, the way your touch sent shivers of desire coursing through his veins.

As you approached the tub, Karl tried to suppress the rising tide of arousal that threatened to consume him. He had never given your presence a second thought before, but now, he couldn't even relax in your presence without feeling the stirrings of desire.

Desperate for some relief from his torment, Karl toyed with the idea of visiting some prostitutes, hoping that the physical release would help to banish the thoughts of you from his mind. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he couldn't bring himself to act on it, the image of your face haunting him like a specter in the darkness.

You began to wash Karl's back, your touch gentle and soothing against his skin. But as your hands moved lower, tracing the curve of his spine with feather-light touches, Karl couldn't help but tense up, the warmth of your touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through his veins.

He tried to ignore the sensation, to focus on anything other than the way your touch made him feel. But when you passed into his arms, your body pressed tantalizingly close to his, Karl couldn't help but look at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he quickly averted his eyes, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

You noticed his gaze and gave him a small smile, your eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "Are you feeling better, Herr Hoffmeister?" you asked respectfully, your voice soft and gentle as you continued to bathe him.

Karl nodded, his voice hoarse with emotion as he admitted, "Yes, I am feeling much better, thank you. Still coughing a lot, but not as bad as before."

You smiled again, genuine happiness shining in your eyes as you said, "I'm glad to hear that, Herr Hoffmeister. You had us all worried there for a while."

The two of you fell silent once again, the only sound in the room the gentle splashing of water as you continued to bathe Karl. And as he lay there, enveloped in the warmth of the water and the comfort of your presence, Karl couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to reach out and take you in his arms, to hold you close and never let go. But he quickly pushed aside those thoughts, burying them deep within his heart as he focused on the task at hand, determined to put an end to these foolish fantasies once and for all.

As the silence stretched between you and Karl, he finally broke it with a question, his voice cutting through the quietude of the bathroom. "How long have you been serving me, uh... what was your name again?" he asked, his tone slightly hesitant as he tried to recall your name.

You smiled softly, accustomed to his occasional forgetfulness. "It's [Your Name], Herr Hoffmeister," you replied respectfully, your voice gentle as you continued to bathe him. "And I've been serving you for ten years now, since I was eighteen."

Karl's eyebrows shot up in surprise at your response. "Ten years?" he repeated, genuine curiosity shining in his gray eyes. "That's quite a long time. I must admit, I hadn't realized it had been so long."

You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips as you continued to wash his back. "Yes, time flies, doesn't it?" you remarked, your voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "It feels like just yesterday that I first started working here."

Karl fell silent for a moment, lost in thought as he processed your words. Then, with a curious glint in his eyes, he asked, "Do you have a husband? Or perhaps a fiancé? Children, maybe?"

You shook your head, a faint blush coloring your cheeks at the mention of marriage and children. "No, Herr Hoffmeister," you replied quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've never had many expectations about marriage or children. My life has always been here, serving you and taking care of Otto."

Karl's curiosity seemed to be piqued by your response, his gaze lingering on your face as he asked, "Do you have any family, then? Siblings, perhaps? Do your parents live nearby?"

You smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in your eyes as you spoke. "I don't know, Herr Hoffmeister," you admitted, your voice tinged with regret. "I was orphaned at a young age, raised by the nuns at the orphanage."

Karl's eyes widened in surprise at your revelation, his expression one of genuine sympathy as he processed the information. "You're an orphan?" he asked softly, his voice filled with compassion. "Do you... do you know who your parents are?"

You nod solemnly in response to Karl's question, the memories of your past flooding back with painful clarity. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," you reply quietly, your voice tinged with sadness. "My mother was a prostitute, and my father... well, from what the nuns told me, he was a judge from England named Turpin."

Karl's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at your revelation, his expression one of genuine curiosity as he processes the information. "Turpin?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. "The judge from England? How did...?"

You nod, cutting him off before he can finish his question. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," you confirm, your voice barely above a whisper. "He was traveling through Germany and ended up getting my mother pregnant. But he made it clear to her that he didn't want me, and he returned to England, leaving my mother alone to raise me."

A pang of sadness comes over you as you imagine the struggles your mother faced, the possible loneliness and hardships she must have endured. Only she could not escape the cruel hand that fate imposed on her and ended up dying in childbirth, leaving you alone and an orphan.

Karl's expression softens with sympathy as he listens to your story, his gray eyes filled with compassion. "I'm so sorry, [Your Name]," he murmurs, his voice gentle but filled with genuine regret. "That must have been incredibly difficult for you."

You offer him a small smile, though there is a hint of sadness in your eyes as you continue to speak. "It was," you admit quietly. "But I was fortunate enough to be taken in by the nuns at the orphanage, where I was raised until I turned eighteen."

His curiosity got the best of him, and he asked, "Have you ever tried to contact your father?"

You nodded quietly, a hint of sadness flickering across your features as you recalled the memories of your youth. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," you replied softly. "When I was young, I sent a letter to him, hoping to establish some connection. But I heard nothing back. Later, I learned that he had married a peasant girl and started a family of his own."

Karl's expression darkened at the mention of your father's lack of response, a flicker of anger flashing in his gray eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said quietly, his voice tinged with regret. "It must have been difficult for you, reaching out only to be met with silence."

You nodded, a wistful smile playing at the corners of your lips. "It was, Herr Hoffmeister," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I let it go. I lived in the orphanage until I turned eighteen, and then I came here, looking for a job. The old butler spoke to you on my behalf, and you graciously allowed me to become one of the housemaids."

Karl listened intently to your words, his gaze drifting away for a moment as he processed the information. But when he turned back to you, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes as he asked, "And you've been serving me ever since?"

You nodded, a sense of pride evident in your voice as you replied, "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister. It has been an honor to serve you and to take care of all your needs."

Karl looked away, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions as he questioned whether your loyalty was truly genuine. "But would you be willing to take care of me, of all my needs?" he asked hesitantly, his baritone voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

You frowned slightly at his question, unsure of what he was getting at. "Yes, of course, Herr Hoffmeister," you replied earnestly, your voice filled with determination. "I am here to serve you in any way that I can."

Karl's gaze softened at your response, and he reached out to take your hand in his, pressing it gently against his chest as he searched your eyes for reassurance. "All my needs?" he pressed, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blushed at the implication of his words, understanding what he was asking. Unable to meet his gaze, you looked away briefly before meeting his eyes once again, your cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "Yes, all your needs," you affirmed, your voice steady despite the embarrassment that coursed through your veins.

Karl's expression softens further, his gray eyes filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability as he pulls you closer by the wrist he's holding. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he brings his other hand to cup your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek.

His voice falls into a low, husky cadence as he asks you to answer to his need now. "Do you mean that, [Your Name]?" Karl's voice is barely above a whisper, filled with a desperate hopefulness.

You meet his gaze, your heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. His vulnerability surprises you, but there's something in his eyes that draws you closer, despite the implications of his request. "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister," you reply softly, your voice trembling slightly. "I am here to serve you."

Karl's grip tightens slightly on your chin, his gaze intense as he leans closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Then kiss me," he murmurs, his voice a mere whisper against your lips.

You hesitate for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest as you meet his gaze. But then, with a newfound resolve, you lean forward, closing the distance between you as you press your lips against his.

At first, the kiss is tentative, hesitant, as if both of you are unsure of what to expect. But then, as the seconds pass, the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. Karl's hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss even further.

The warmth of his lips against yours sends a shiver of desire coursing through your veins, igniting a fire deep within your soul. You respond eagerly, your hands moving to tangle in his gray hair as you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment.

For a brief, fleeting moment, nothing else exists except the two of you, lost in each other's embrace. And as you pull away, breathless and flushed with desire, you realize that nothing will ever be the same again.

Karl's gray eyes are dark with longing as he admits in a husky voice, "I want to take you to my bed today, [Your Name]."

Your heart races at his words, your cheeks flushing with excitement as you nod eagerly, your desire mirroring his own. Karl's touch is surprisingly gentle as he caresses your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek as he studies your expression.

In a moment of vulnerability, Karl's gaze drifts to your lips before he gathers his courage to ask, "Are you... a virgin, [Your Name]?" His voice is soft, tinged with a hint of uncertainty as he waits for your response.

You blush at the question, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement as you shake your head. "No, Herr Hoffmeister," you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I'm sorry."

But Karl's response surprises you. Instead of expressing disappointment or disapproval, he simply smiles and says, "It's alright, [Your Name]. I don't mind." His words are filled with understanding and acceptance, easing the tension that had been building inside you.

Then, with a note of anticipation in his voice, Karl questions, "Do you... want this? Want to go to bed with me, [Your Name]?" His eyes search yours, longing to hear your answer, to know that you desire him as much as he desires you.

You meet his gaze with unwavering determination, the fire of desire burning brightly in your eyes as you confess, "Yes, Herr Hoffmeister. For a long time, I've thought about it, imagined what it would be like to be taken care of by you, just as you took care of Mrs. Hoffmeister."

Karl's heart swells with a mixture of desire and affection at your words, his hands trembling slightly as he lets go of your face and rises from the bathtub. Moving away from you, he looks momentarily irritated as he says, "Don't mention her, Fräulein. I don't want to think about the fact that she left me for another man."

You nod apologetically, understanding the pain that Karl must be feeling at the mention of his estranged wife. As Karl dries himself off with a towel, he orders you to follow him, and you do so obediently as he leaves the bathroom and heads towards the bedroom.

The anticipation hangs thick in the air as you enter the bedroom together, the tension between you palpable as you both prepare to take the next step in your relationship. His gaze lingers on your simple maid's dress, the fabric clinging to your curves in all the right places, accentuating your beauty in a way that sends a shiver of desire down his spine. He can feel his pulse quicken with each passing moment, his arousal evident as he takes in the sight of you standing before him.

With a husky voice, Karl murmurs, "Fräulein, come closer." His words are a command, filled with a raw intensity that leaves no room for hesitation. You obey without question, stepping closer to him until you're standing just inches apart, the heat of his body radiating against your skin.

Karl's hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. His lips are demanding, hungry, as he claims you with a passion that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

And as Karl's lips claim yours in a passionate kiss, you feel the unmistakable prickle of his mustache against your skin, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins. You relish the sensation, savoring the feeling of his rough facial hair against your soft lips, a tantalizing reminder of his masculinity.

But as the kiss deepens, you break away, holding his shoulders firmly as you gaze into his gray eyes with unwavering determination. His naked form stands before you, still slightly damp from the bath you had given him earlier, his baritone voice filled with desire as he watches you intently.

With deliberate movements, you caress his shoulders, feeling the tension melt away beneath your touch. Your hands glide down to his chest, tracing the contours of his muscular frame before slowly falling to your knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as you do so.

Karl's breath catches in his throat as he watches you, anticipation evident in his gaze as he waits for you to take the next step. His half-hard cock twitches with desire, but you deliberately ignore it for now, focusing instead on pleasing him in other ways.

As you settle at his feet, your hands trail up his thighs, the fabric of your simple maid's dress brushing against his skin. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his arousal evident as you continue to tease him with your touch.

With a coy smile, you look up at him, your eyes shining with mischief as you ask in a husky voice, "Herr Hoffmeister, may I take care of your needs?" Your words are filled with promise, a hint of anticipation laced with desire as you await his response.

Karl's breath hitches at your question, his gray eyes dark with desire as he nods eagerly, his voice thick with arousal. "Yes, Fräulein," he murmurs, his voice husky with need. "Please, take care of me."

With a wicked grin, you lean forward, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as you trail kisses along his flesh. You can feel his pulse quicken beneath your touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as you tease him mercilessly.

But you're not done yet. With a slow, deliberate motion, you run your hands up his thighs, bypassing his aching cock as you reach for his hips. Karl's groan of frustration only spurs you on, your lips curling into a wicked smile as you revel in the power you hold over him.

With practiced ease, you massage his hips, your fingers digging into his flesh as you work to relieve the tension that has built up within him. Karl's grip tightens on your shoulders, his baritone voice filled with desperation as he pleads with you to give him what he craves.

The hunger in Karl's gray eyes grows more intense, his baritone voice thick with desire as he watches you with unabashed longing. The sight of you, dressed in your simple maid's attire, on your knees before him ignites a fire within him, driving him to the brink of madness with need.

But even in this vulnerable position, it's clear to karl that you hold all the power. Your wicked grin, your teasing touch, they all serve to remind him that it's you who dictates the pace, you who decides how far this will go.

And yet, Karl can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of surrendering control to you. With a low growl of desire, he reaches down to grasp your chin, his thumb brushing lightly against your lips as he murmurs in a husky voice, "You have me completely at your mercy, Fräulein. But I warn you, I'm not easily tamed."

Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you meet his gaze, your lips curling into a wicked smile as you reply, "Oh, I'm well aware of that, Herr Hoffmeister. But don't worry, I like a challenge."

With that, you lean forward, your lips trailing a path of fire along his inner thigh as you inch closer and closer to your ultimate goal. Karl's pulse quickens with each teasing touch, his heart racing with anticipation as he feels your lips inch closer to his aching cock.

And then, finally, your lips closed around him, your mouth hot and wet as you took him deep within your throat. Karl's head fell back in ecstasy, his gray eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of your touch.

With each expert flick of your tongue, each gentle suckle of your lips, Karl felt himself spiraling further and further into a blissful haze of desire. Your mouth was pure heaven, a sinful delight that threatened to consume him whole as you worked your magic on him.

But Karl wasn't content to simply be a passive participant in this dance of pleasure. With a low growl of desire, he reached down to grasp your hair, guiding you with gentle but firm pressure as he set the rhythm of your movements.

The feeling of your lips wrapped around him, your tongue swirling and dancing with wicked intent, was enough to drive Karl to the edge of sanity. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with the effort to contain the overwhelming tide of pleasure that threatened to consume him.

As he felt himself nearing the brink of ecstasy, he abruptly pulled away, leaving you gasping for more as he instructed you to disrobe and recline upon the bed. Eager to feel him within you, you wasted no time in complying with his command, swiftly removing your garments and lying back upon the bed, your body pulsating with anticipation.

Karl watched intently as you shed each piece of clothing, his gray eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of your naked form. He admired the way your curves beckoned to him, the softness of your skin inviting him to explore every inch of your body.

Once you were fully undressed and lying on the bed, Karl moved closer, his hands trembling with need as he reached down to caress his own throbbing cock. His baritone voice was thick with desire as he spoke, his words sending a shiver of excitement down your spine.

"Now, meine liebe, I want to feel you around me," Karl murmured, his voice husky with lust as he positioned himself between your legs. "But first, I need to prepare you for me."

With a wicked grin, Karl leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before trailing kisses down your neck and chest, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. As he reached your breasts, he took each nipple into his mouth in turn, sucking and nibbling on them with fervent desire.

Your breath hitched at the sensation, your fingers tangling in his gray hair as you arched your back in pleasure. Karl's mustache tickled your skin, adding to the intensity of the sensation as he lavished attention on your sensitive peaks.

But Karl wasn't content to stop there. With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he continued his journey southward, trailing kisses along your stomach and thighs until he reached the apex of your desire. His tongue flicked out to taste your wetness, and you moaned in ecstasy as he teased you with his expert ministrations.

"Oh, Herr Hoffmeister," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as he worshipped you with his mouth. "Please, I need you inside me."

Karl removes his mouth from your pussy, and a soft whimper escapes your lips, craving more of his touch. He doesn't disappoint, his thick fingers soon replacing his tongue as he stretches you open, preparing you for what's to come. With practiced ease, he slides two fingers inside you, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Karl," you moan softly, obeying his command to call him by his first name. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears, fueling his desire even further. But he reminds you to keep your voice down, not wanting to wake his son with your passionate cries.

You nod eagerly, squirming on the bed as Karl's fingers explore every inch of you, driving you wild with need. His baritone voice washes over you like a wave of heat as he murmurs, "That's it, meine liebe. Moan my name for me, but remember, quietly."

With each thrust of his fingers, you can't help but moan, the pleasure building to an unbearable intensity. "Karl," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper as you ride his fingers, craving more of him with each passing moment.

Karl's gray hair brushes against your skin as he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his mustache tickling your skin as his tongue dances with yours. The sensation sends a jolt of desire straight to your core, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing second.

As the heat between you reaches its peak, Karl finally withdraws his fingers, his gaze filled with hunger as he positions himself between your legs. With a wicked grin, he whispers, "Are you ready for me, meine liebe? Ready to take all of me?"

You nod eagerly, your body trembling with anticipation as Karl enters you with a single, powerful thrust. The feeling of him filling you completely is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you in a dizzying whirlwind.

"Karl," you cry out, unable to contain your passion as he moves inside you, each thrust driving you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. But you remember his warning and keep your voice low, your moans muffled against his shoulder as you surrender yourself to the pleasure of his touch.

With each thrust, Karl's baritone voice fills the room, urging you on with whispered words of encouragement. "That's it, meine liebe," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take all of me. Feel me deep inside you."

You cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his back as you ride the wave of pleasure together. And as you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy, you cry out his name one last time, your voice filled with pure bliss as you finally succumb to the overwhelming pleasure that consumes you both.

As Karl continues thrusting, chasing his own climax, you writhe beneath him, your body aching with pleasure as you cling to him desperately. His baritone voice fills the room with a chorus of moans and groans, the sound of his pleasure mingling with your own as you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy together.

With a hoarse moan, Karl finally pulls out, his seed spilling onto your belly in a hot, sticky mess. For a moment, he stays on top of you, his body trapping you against the mattress as he revels in the aftermath of your passionate encounter. Then, with a contented sigh, he rolls off of you and lies next to you with a satisfied smile on his lips.

You lie side by side, panting and spent, your bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. But despite the exhaustion that threatens to consume you, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you as you bask in the warmth of Karl's embrace.

Feeling a surge of affection, you crawl towards him, pressing your naked body against his as you lay your head on his chest. Karl's arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you close as he presses a tender kiss to your head.

With a contented sigh, you ask in a soft voice, "Did I manage to meet your needs, Karl?"

Karl's gray eyes sparkle with affection as he gazes down at you, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, meine liebe," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth. "You exceeded my every expectation."

Feeling emboldened by his words, you trail a hand down his chest, teasing him with feather-light touches as you whisper in his ear, "Is there anything else you desire, Karl? Anything at all?"

Karl's breath hitches at your touch, his pulse quickening with desire as he meets your gaze with unwavering intensity. "Oh, Fräulein," he murmurs, his voice thick with longing. "I desire nothing more than to lose myself in you, body and soul."

With that, he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his hunger evident as he claims you with a passion that leaves you breathless and wanting more. And as you surrender yourself to the pleasure of his touch once again, you realize that this is only the beginning of your journey together.

Translation:

"meine liebe" - my love

"Herr Hoffmeister" - Mr. Hoffmeister

"Fräulein" - Miss (or young woman, typically used to address an unmarried woman)

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muiitoloko · 3 days

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Stubborn hearts

Summary: You're stubborn, but so is Karl. He wasn't willing to give up on you, even if the constant rejection hurt him.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Rejection and mild anguish

Author's Notes: Can you believe I wrote this scene twice? Originally, I had this fun idea of them both having a comical fight over being scared of a cockroach, but then I thought, "Wait, would that really fit with Alan Rickman's performance style?" So, I decided to rethink and rewrite the entire scene without any cockroaches, unlike the original draft. 😅

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In the days that followed, Karl's attempts to win you over continued, but the gulf between you remained as wide as ever. He showered you with gifts—a new set of books, elegant jewelry, and even a grand piano for the music room—but each gesture seemed to push you further away rather than draw you closer.

Despite your continued rejection of Karl's advances, you found solace in the company of the Pomeranian puppy he had gifted you. You had named him Mouse, partly out of defiance but also because the name seemed to fit his small, jittery personality.

Mouse quickly became your constant companion, following you around the estate as you went about your daily routines. His playful antics and unwavering loyalty began to melt the icy walls around your heart. You found yourself talking to him, confiding in him your frustrations and dreams, knowing he would never judge or demand anything of you.

One afternoon, as you walked through the gardens with Mouse trotting alongside you, you heard Karl's footsteps behind you. He approached cautiously, as if afraid of startling you or upsetting the fragile peace between you.

"May I join you?" Karl asked tentatively, his voice betraying his uncertainty.

You paused, considering his request. Mouse looked up at you expectantly, and you sighed softly. "If you wish," you replied coolly, continuing your walk with Mouse at your side.

Karl fell into step beside you, keeping a respectful distance. "He seems to adore you," he commented, nodding towards Mouse.

You glanced down at the small dog, who was busy sniffing a flower. "He's a good companion," you admitted, your voice softening.

Karl smiled, a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I'm glad," he said quietly. "I hoped he might bring you some comfort."

You nodded slightly, a flicker of gratitude touching your expression. "He has," you admitted, turning your gaze back to the gardens, ignoring him.

Karl sighed at your coldness and decided to leave you alone, feeling the weight of your distant demeanor heavy on his shoulders. He turned to walk away, the disappointment evident in his posture as he retreated, hoping to give you the space you seemed to desire.

Later, as you sat in the library, the soft glow of the afternoon sun casting warm rays through the windows, you found yourself lost in the pages of a book. Your faithful companion, Mouse, was curled up at your feet. The gentle rustle of pages turning was the only sound in the room until the door creaked open, breaking the peaceful silence.

Raising your eyes from the text, you saw Karl entering, a hesitant smile playing on his lips beneath his thick mustache.

"May I join you?" he asked softly, his voice cautious.

You glanced at him over the edge of your book, a hint of amusement in your eyes. "It's your house, Karl. You don't need my permission," you replied matter-of-factly, returning your attention to the page before you.

Karl sighed, a mixture of frustration and resignation evident in the sound. Nonetheless, he moved further into the room, his gaze sweeping over the shelves of books as if searching for something to occupy his attention.

"What are you reading?" he inquired after a moment, his tone light but curious.

"A book," you replied with a hint of sarcasm, not bothering to look up.

Undeterred, Karl continued his search for a book, occasionally stealing glances in your direction as if trying to gauge your mood. Eventually, he made his way to the sofa where you sat, his steps hesitant.

"Which do you think I should read?" he asked, his tone softer now, more tentative.

You sighed inwardly, recognizing the effort Karl was making to engage with you. Setting your book aside, you motioned for him to join you on the couch.

"Come here," you said, your voice softer than before. "Let's read together."

Karl's expression softened with surprise, but he nodded and took a seat beside you, careful not to intrude on your space.

You reached for the book you had been reading, a well-worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice," and opened it to the first page. "I was just starting this," you explained, your voice steady yet tinged with uncertainty.

Karl glanced at the title with interest. "Ah, a classic," he remarked with a small smile.

You nodded in agreement, turning to the first chapter. "Shall we begin?" you asked, and began to read aloud.

"Chapter One. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

As you read, Karl listened attentively, the words of Jane Austen weaving a spell of enchantment around you both. Your voice, though soft, carried the subtle humor of the text, drawing Karl into the story with each word.

And as the chapters unfolded, the tension between you seemed to melt away. The shared activity brought a sense of quiet companionship, a bridge over the gap that had separated you for so long. Karl's presence beside you felt less imposing, more comforting, and you found yourself relaxing in his company.

When you finished the chapter, you glanced at Karl, surprised to see a genuine smile on his face. "Thank you for reading," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.

You returned the smile, feeling a sense of connection that had been missing between you before. "You're welcome," you replied, a hint of warmth in your tone.

Karl hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Would you like me to continue?" he asked tentatively, gesturing to the book in his hands.

You considered his offer, touched by his willingness to share this moment with you. After a moment's thought, you nodded. "I'd like that," you said, and settled back against the cushions, ready to listen as Karl began to read.

As Karl continued reading, Mouse, the faithful companion, lay curled up at your feet, his soft snores adding to the tranquil atmosphere of the library. The warm glow of the lamplight bathed the room in a cozy ambiance, wrapping you both in a cocoon of peace and comfort.

Suddenly, Karl paused, his gaze lingering on the page before him. "You know," he said, his voice thoughtful, "the dynamic between Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy feels familiar, doesn't it?"

You turned to him, intrigued by his observation. "How so?" you inquired, curious to hear his perspective.

A faint smile graced Karl's lips as he explained, "Their relationship, at its core, is a journey of understanding and growth. Despite their initial misunderstandings and differences, they find a profound connection rooted in mutual respect and admiration."

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, considering his comparison carefully. "You believe our relationship mirrors theirs?" you asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.

Karl nodded earnestly, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. Despite our differences and the challenges we've faced, I believe there's a potential for something meaningful between us."

But you couldn’t stifle a laugh, though it was laced with bitterness. “Karl, let’s not deceive ourselves. Ours is not a love story. It's a pact of convenience. I didn’t choose this path, and I certainly didn’t choose you.”

Karl’s gaze dropped to the book in his hands, his grip tightening as he absorbed your words. "Why do you reject me so vehemently?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and pain.

Your frustration boiled over, fueled by resentment. "How can you even ask that?" you shot back, your tone sharp with anger. "You destroyed my family's business, Karl! You purposely drove it to ruin just to manipulate my father into agreeing to this marriage."

Karl's expression faltered, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. "I never intended to—"

"Don’t bother with your excuses," you interrupted, your voice icy with contempt. "You desired me, and you exploited my family's vulnerability to fulfill your own ambitions. You may be old enough to be my father, but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate my life."

Karl opened his mouth to respond, but you refused to let him. "You are not the man I envisioned spending my life with, Karl. Not even close. My dreams were of love, of partnership, of a future built on trust and affection. Not this... this travesty."

Karl winced as your words pierced his heart. Releasing his grip on the book, he struggled to maintain his composure, his emotions roiling beneath the surface. After a moment of tense silence, he rose from his seat, turning to face you with a mixture of sorrow and defiance. "It doesn’t matter, [Your Name]," he said, his voice strained with emotion. "You're my wife now, and whether you accept it or not, you belong to me."

You recoiled at his assertion, your eyes blazing with indignation. "Belongs to you?" you spat, rising to meet his gaze with equal ferocity. "I don't belong to anyone, Karl. Especially not to you."

Karl's jaw clenched, his frustration evident. "I have tried to be patient, to understand you," he declared, his voice tinged with frustration. "I have extended olive branches, I have given you space, but I can no longer abide by that!"

With sudden resolve, Karl swore under his breath, his native tongue carrying the weight of his determination. "Genug ist genug!" (Enough is enough!)

Advancing towards you, he locked eyes with you, his resolve unyielding. "From this moment on, we will share the same bedroom, the same bed," he announced, his tone authoritative. "I refuse to tolerate this distance between us any longer."

You recoiled at his demand, shaking your head in defiance. "I will not share a bed with you," you declared adamantly, your voice trembling with resolve. "I would sooner sleep on the floor than spend a single night under the same roof as you."

Karl's gaze hardened, his determination unwavering. "So be it," he stated firmly. "But mark my words, [Your Name], this divide between us will not endure. I will do whatever it takes to bridge the chasm you've erected around your heart."

With that final declaration, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts. As his words echoed in your mind, you couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty that gripped you, uncertain of what the future held for you and Karl, bound together by a marriage forged in strife.

As you lay in bed, the soft purring of Mouse providing a comforting backdrop, you couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled over you like a heavy blanket. The room felt stifling, suffocating even, despite the gentle glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls.

When Karl entered the room, a pillow in hand, you braced yourself for the tension that always seemed to accompany his presence. His silent entry did little to ease your discomfort, and you found yourself retreating further into the covers, seeking solace in their embrace.

As he settled into bed, you felt his eyes on you, a weighty gaze that made your skin crawl. Without a word, you made your decision, gathering your pillow and Mouse before rising from the bed. His voice cut through the silence, tinged with concern, but you paid it no mind.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room," you announced, your tone firm and unwavering.

Karl's protest fell on deaf ears as you turned to leave, his confusion evident in the furrow of his brow. "Your duty as my wife is to sleep in the same bedroom as me." But you refused to be swayed by his attempts to assert authority over you, to dictate the terms of your existence.

"My duty as your wife?" you scoffed, your voice tinged with bitterness. "I never asked for this marriage, Karl. It was forced upon me, and I will not be confined by your expectations."

With that, you left him in the darkness, his frustration palpable in the air. Alone in the silence of the room, Karl's thoughts raced, his mind consumed by the image of you retreating to the guest room, away from him.

"Verdammt schwierige Frau!" (Damn difficult woman!) he muttered under his breath, the words a testament to his mounting frustration. He punched his pillow in a futile attempt to release his pent-up anger before extinguishing the light, enveloping himself in the darkness.

But despite his efforts to find rest, Karl found himself tossing and turning, unable to escape the gnawing sense of longing that consumed him. For in that moment, as he lay alone in the darkness, Karl couldn't deny the ache in his heart, the yearning for a connection that seemed just out of reach.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Karl couldn't bear it any longer. He rose from his own bed with practiced silence, mindful not to disturb the other occupants of the house. Step by step, he navigated the familiar corridors until he reached your guest room.

Pausing at the threshold, Karl's heart raced with a mixture of apprehension and resolve. With a steady hand, he pushed the door open, the hinges protesting softly against the intrusion. Mouse, your loyal companion, stirred at the sound, his inquisitive eyes meeting Karl's.

Karl offered a tender smile to the faithful dog, beckoning him over. Mouse obliged, his tail wagging in anticipation. With a gentle touch, Karl closed the door behind him, leaving Mouse outside. Now it was just you and Karl, alone in the stillness of the night.

Approaching the bed with cautious steps, Karl's gaze softened as he beheld your peaceful form, a hint of furrowed brow betraying your slumbering mind's wanderings. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Karl eased himself onto the bed, careful not to disturb you.

As he settled beside you, the warmth of your body beckoned to him, drawing him in. With a tender touch, Karl pulled you close, enveloping you in his embrace. A sense of calm washed over him as you nestled against him, fitting perfectly into the curve of his arm. In that moment, Karl found solace in the simple intimacy of being close to you.

"You're so stubborn," he whispered softly, his voice barely audible in the darkness.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, mumbling something unintelligible. Karl chuckled quietly, his chest tightening with affection.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair.

You shifted again, curling into him even more. Karl felt his heart swell with warmth, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time.

"You're worth the fight," Karl whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

But as he lay curled up in bed with you, Karl sighed softly, his breath barely audible in the quiet of the room. He knew that you wouldn't approve of this closeness if you were awake, but he couldn't help but relish the moment. Despite the tension and distance between you during the day, being here with you now felt strangely comforting.

Gazing at you, sleeping soundly beside him, Karl couldn't help but admire your peaceful expression. In the soft light filtering through the curtains, you looked utterly serene, your defenses momentarily down. He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, unable to resist the urge to touch you.

Karl leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. He knew you wouldn't appreciate such intimacy, especially considering the strained dynamic between you. But in this fleeting moment, he allowed himself to indulge in the tenderness he felt towards you.

As he stood up, Karl heard Mouse scratching at the door, eager to join him. He glanced back at you once more, feeling a pang of longing as he admired your slumbering form. Despite the complexities of your relationship, he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you, the desire to be close to you in whatever way he could.

Opening the door, Karl welcomed Mouse inside, watching fondly as the little dog bounded into the room, his tail wagging with excitement. Mouse struggled to climb onto the high bed, and Karl couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. He reached down, scooping up the small dog and helping him settle on the bed beside you.

Seeing Mouse snuggle up next to you, Karl smiled softly, a twinge of sadness tugging at his heart. In that moment, he wished things could be different between you, that he could openly express his affection without fear of rejection. But he knew that such fantasies were futile, mere illusions in the face of reality.

With a heavy heart, Karl left the bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He made his way to his own bedroom, the weight of the night bearing down on him. As he settled into bed, surrounded by the darkness and silence of his room, Karl couldn't shake the image of you sleeping peacefully, a reminder of the distance between you that seemed insurmountable.

The memory of your presence lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the warmth he craved but couldn't have. He traced the empty space beside him, where you were meant to be, feeling the weight of your absence like a physical ache.

Despite his longing, Karl knew he had to respect your boundaries, even if it meant sacrificing his own desires. He sighed deeply, the conflict within him palpable. He couldn't force you to feel what he felt, no matter how deeply he loved you.

But love wasn't something Karl could control. It had crept up on him unexpectedly, refusing to be ignored despite his attempts to keep it at bay. He loved you with a depth he couldn't explain, a fierce devotion that left him vulnerable and exposed.

As he lay there, lost in his thoughts, Karl couldn't help but wonder why it had to be you. Of all the women in the world, why did he have to fall for someone so out of reach? It was a question that tormented him, a mystery he couldn't unravel.

He longed to bridge the gap between you, to break through the walls you had erected around yourself. But every attempt seemed to push you further away, leaving him feeling helpless and alone.

"Why do you repudiate me so much?" he whispered into the darkness, his voice heavy with emotion. "Can't you see how much I love you? How much I want to make you happy?"

The ache in his chest refused to ease, a constant reminder of the divide between them. Karl knew he had to respect your boundaries, to give you the space you needed. But it was a painful sacrifice, one that tore at his heart with each passing moment.

He closed his eyes, seeking solace in the memories they had shared. The moments of laughter and companionship, the fleeting glimpses of the woman he knew you could be. He held onto those memories like lifelines, desperate for any sign that you might feel the same way.

Karl wasn't one to give up easily. He had faced countless challenges in his life, overcoming each with a determination that bordered on stubbornness. But this, winning your heart, felt like the greatest challenge of all.

He loved you with a fierceness that both scared and exhilarated him. He didn't know how to love you any other way. And he couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

So Karl lay there, alone in the darkness, his heart breaking silently as he wrestled with his love for a woman who couldn't return his feelings. But despite the pain, despite the uncertainty, he knew one thing for certain: he would never stop loving you.

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