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multific · 4 months
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A Rare Flower in a Factory
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Karl Heisenberg x Reader
Summary: Everyone has their own hidden little secrets, it just happens to be that Heisenberg's secret is the rarest and most beautiful flower.
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Everyone has their secrets. Even the four Lords.
But no one could have guessed Heisenberg's.
Down deep in the dark, the deepest and most hidden place in his entire factory, just about where the rust ended, there was a living space.
A small, yet comfortable little place that the Lord himself built with his two hands.
Heisenberg was proud, he provided a home.
And in that home lived his beautiful little flower, his bride.
Someone no one would expect to find in such a place.
Yet, there you were, hidden away from Miranda and the other Lords.
Heisenberg's beautiful flower.
You were the reason he wanted to fight to be free. You were the reason he wanted to leave this Godforsaken place and start a new life. 
But no matter what he did, he failed.
He always moved back to his chambers, feeling like a failure. But each time, when he saw you, he felt at ease. As if all his worries melted away.
And you loved him so much.
"Karl?" you called out as he got out of the bath. "Are you hungry?"
"Yes." came his reply and soon he joined you in the kitchen. His arms moved around you as his mouth moved to your neck.
"Not like that..." you giggled as he pulled you closer.
"I'm always hungry for you, Doll. But I do need some food before I have my dessert." you smiled at him as you both finally moved to the table so you could eat.
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You woke up to the feeling of cold on your feet.
You were naked under the blanket, with an equally naked Karl attached to your back.
It got rather cold in the factory during winter.
But you woke up with the need of pee and your throat felt dry.
You wiggled out of Karl's hold.
You put a long shirt on, which reached to your knees before leaving the room and headed to the bathroom then the kitchen.
On your way to the kitchen, you noticed the door to your home open, you found it weird but decided to just close the door and get your glass and go back to bed.
You poured a glass of water for yourself when you thought you heard a noise.
The factory did make a lot of noise so you didn't think much of it.
However, the second time, you couldn't ignore the footstep you heard, you knew it wasn't Karl, you could hear him snoring.
And just as you rounded a corner, there it was.
One of Karl's many creations. 
It had human legs but it was mostly a machine with huge machetes for arms.
You wanted to run but the thing was faster, it slashed and as you put up your hand to protect yourself, it cut into your palm.
"KARL!" you managed to yell, hoping he would come and save you. 
And again, the monster got ready and this time it slashed your forearm. You made another sound of pain and the machine-human fell to its knees, you heard the metal in his body squeeze.
You looked to your right and noticed Karl.
He was looking at your bloody hand. He made a gesture with his hand and the monster flew backwards, right out the metal door.
He rushed you into the bathroom, taking out a first aid kit and he started to work on your arm.
"This is all my fault."
"It is not, Karl."
"I didn't check if the door was closed."
"It's not your fault." you insisted, but he kept on avoiding your eyes. "Karl." you called out but he didn't listen. He bandaged up your arm and took you back to your bed.
"I'll clean up." he said and you knew he needed his own space and time. So, you allowed him to have it.
By the time he arrived back, you were fast asleep.
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The next morning, you woke up alone.
You looked for Karl, but he seemed to have gone missing.
You knew better than to roam the factory, so you stayed put, reading your romance books and cooking lunch and dinner.
You also didn't forget to take care of your wound, you cleaned and re-wrapped it.
Karl arrived back later than usual, you waited in the living room for him.
He came into the room, his eyes filled with pain.
"I'm so sorry."
"It is not your fault. The thing wandered where it shouldn't have."
"Exactly, so, I prepared a new place for you, it is still rough around the edges but..."
"Will I get a window?"
"Yes, and a balcony. I'm done hiding you down here, it is far too dangerous."
"But what if Miranda finds out?"
"I bet my ass, she already knows." Karl made his way over to where you were sitting on the couch and knelt down, holding your hand in his. "I always fared something would happen down here with you, you will be a lot safer upstairs." he said and you nodded, you leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips.
"Okay, when will I move?"
"Hopefully tomorrow. I have them working on the rooms for you, then you can add your touch to it." you smiled at him.
"Thank you, but you got to stop blaming yourself, Karl."
"How can I ever make it up to you?" his fingers gently ran along the edge of your badage.
"I have a couple ideas. You can start with your fingers, then your mouth and last-"
"You are naughty." he smirked.
"Just the way you like it." you put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him up to kiss you.
Karl was definitely thankful for you and your forgiveness. He was so mad with himself all day, he killed every single one of his machines in revenge.
He shouldn't have, but the thought of losing you became overbearing. It was all too much for him.
And he will make sure that no one ever will get to you. Not Miranda and not the entire world, for you were his hidden flower in a garden of madness and pain.
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margaretoakgrove · 4 months
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The typical date invitation from Karl Heisenberg sounds like: Heisenberg: *calls you at 1:30AM* Hello there, Buttercup! I hope you're not sleeping?! Listen, would you like to come to my factory right now and watch me blow something the hell up?
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sqiim · 20 days
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thrill me, kiss me, kill me
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karl heisenberg x reader
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warnings: uncle!heisenberg, uncle - niece incest, implications of mother - daughter incest, non con, shy!reader, loss of virginity
a/n: uncle heisenberg......... save me......... this isn't proof read as always, so enjoy!!!
title is from hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me by U2
wc: 1.9k
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“Just what do you think you're doing here?” A familiar shrill voice rings in his ears, and he knows he's been caught immediately. Whether he gets mauled or not may purely depend on his answer.
So, he twirls around with a grin on his face. “Lady Ditmiscru! Been looking for ya!”
A joyful tone in an attempt to remove any uneasiness, but he's still shitting himself. Yeah, he may be strong, but he's not ten foot something, unlike this bitch in front of him.
“So you just barge your way into my castle?” She scoffs at him, before taking a drag from her cigarette holder. Posh bitch stuff.
Heisenberg chuckles, nodding his head at her. “Well, no one was at the door.” Which, to be fair to him, was true. He waited for at least five minutes before letting himself in.
He supposed that her daughters couldn't let him in anyway because of the cold. Would have been nice to see their pretty faces, but Alcina hates for them to see men.
Must be an overprotective streak.
At his response though, all she does is make a ‘hmph’ sound and narrow her eyes at him. “Mother Miranda had informed me you would be arriving here at some point.”
A half sigh of relief, meant that his journey here wouldn't be worth nothing, especially because the walk was very fucking long and very fucking cold.
“Dinner will be ready soon, so try to behave until then.” Alcina turns and wanders away, leaving Heisenberg in an empty hallway.
Leaves him alone to explore or have some fun.
He ends up not having any fun, because he got lost. Damn her living in a big ass castle that looks near the same everywhere.
The place should come with a map, or a tour guide, because this place is too big for five people.
Mentally kicking himself for it, he's now sat at the table with a pint of beer in hand, surrounded by women and food big enough to feed the village.
It's not bad at all, in fact, this fills all his teenage fantasies and even some of the fantasies he gets now. Being surrounded by young, pretty girls, what a fucking life.
Ignore the fact that these girls were his nieces, and his sister was at the head of the table, but they're just pesky details. Let the man live.
All the girls looked near enough the same, all having that hood over their heads and whatever. They were still hot either way.
But they all reeked of confidence, practically oozed it out of their pores. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but Heisenberg likes a shy girl, the timid type.
You fit that bill, he could tell that much straight away. Couldn't even look at him because you were so scared. Probably never seen a real man before, good thing he's here.
Well, he needs to take care of whatever Mother Miranda sent him here for. Stupid bitch, couldn't she just do it herself? He's not her lap dog, he's her supposed son for fucks sake.
Fake son, fake child, whatever. Mother Miranda only cares about resurrecting her dead baby. Tough shit for her, she probably killed her own kid because she's got that weird mould shit going on.
She even has a whole village practically licking her ass clean, singing praises about her non stop. Protecting the village his ass, but it's not his village, so it doesn't matter either way.
Doesn't really matter anyway, it's not any of his business what happened to her kid and what she does for the village, and he couldn't give a shit.
Lead him to be sat at a table full of beautiful women, so he'll keep his complaints to himself.
“Girls, this is your Uncle Heisenberg.” She sips at her wine, and all the girls say their little greeting to him, even you.
Shit, did Christmas come early? Or his birthday?
All he does in return for a greeting is lift his glass and take a large swig of his beer.
Business took up most of the meal, but now he's wandering aimlessly around the castle because he actually doesn't know where the exit is.
Heisenberg hopes that he'll run into you, or that you'll have the courage to come say hello to him, but he's not heavily optimistic. Not pessimistic though, he still has hope.
You said barely two words at dinner, while the other girls were more than happy to chat away. Not a problem for him, obviously.
Part of him hopes he'll get a fuck put of you, if not your sisters. Nieces or not, he's not seen a pussy in a long time. Back in his hay days (he argues he's still in his proclaimed hay days, girls like older men these days), he'd see it weekly, maybe even daily.
Now though? Everyone in the village is either scared of him, hates him or doesn't know of his existence, so either way, he doesn't really care if you're his niece.
He likes pretty things, and he likes ruining pretty things. He's a very simple man.
Still sauntering around the long hallways around the castle, he stumbles into a room, hoping for it to be the exit of the castle, only to find it to be a room with a large portrait of his sister, and you stood at the foot of it, gazing up.
The hood that you had adorned at dinner was now down, and you shed the black dress to a white one devoid of any blemish or dirt on it.
First off, your mother did not need a painting that big of herself, probably couldn't even fit on the wall anyway. Second of all, why were you staring at a portrait of her? You've got the real thing roaming around the place.
“Guess this isn't the exit.” He jokes, watching you to see if he'd see you flinch or jump, and you do actually jump at his words, and even better, you turn around and look at him as if you saw a ghost.
Giving him a small smile as he walks further into the room, you reply back to him. “You're lost? I thought Mother would show you the way back.”
Admittedly, he didn't think to ask her to show him the way out, as he was too busy asking about you and your sisters to Alcina because you're his nieces and he wants to know all about them.
“What about the youngest then?”
“Don't push it, Karl.” She takes a wheeze out of her newly lit cigarette, before continuing. “She's much more timid than my other daughters, and I cherish her dearly because of it.”
“I'm just curious is all.” He slouches in his chair, trying to downplay his true intentions so she doesn't see right through him. Thankfully, she doesn't.
“Her sisters don't take to her all that much, so I care for her much more because of it.” Another drag out of the cigarette, the stench reaching his nostrils. “She just needs to step out of her comfort zone at some point.”
Yeah, he knows you do. That's why it's going to be him doing it.
“Thought I should say goodbye to my nieces before leavin’.” Half truth, half lie. He wanted to at least speak with you before he left, maybe take his chances with you.
“Oh, I see.” A sheepish grin adorns your face, and you fully turn to face him. “Well, it was lovely seeing you, Uncle.”
Obviously, he's a fucking delight to be around. He should be the favourite child to Mother Miranda, not Alcina. “Actually, why don't you tell me a little ‘bout yourself?”
You tilt your head to the side, laughing nervously to yourself. “Like what?”
The once silent room now rang heavy with sounds of delight and pleasure from both you and Heisenberg, though you were very clearly louder, and protested much more.
“Slow- slow down-” It was but a squeak in his ears, but all does is guffaw at you and just keeps thrusting in and out of you as he pleases. “Stop- please-”
“Oh sweetheart.” It's condescending, and it makes you screw up your face and feel ultimately humiliated. “I'm not doin’ this for you.”
Despite saying this, he hits that sweet spot in you perfectly that leaves you heaving and gasping for more, despite not wanting the pleasure you're being given in the first place.
He has you on the floor, your white dress bunched up and spread across your side as your hair glosses the floor, occasionally jolting into different directions as your body moves with his punctual thrusts into you.
Your eyes pierce into his, and he doesn't like you gazing up at him like that, so he smacks you ‘round the face, then grabs your jaw and forces you to look at your mother's overly large portrait.
“Mother.” It's croaked out of you, your hands clawing the flood in order to reach her, and Heisenberg laughs at you again like you're his performing monkey. “Mama.”
“That's right baby girl, jus’ call for your mother.” He grunts into you, and those words seem to make you clench around him like a vice.
You must really love your mother, huh?
Punching up your dress more, he watches his cock leave your body almost fully, before punching back into you, drifting against your cervix almost perfectly.
Makes him let out a groan he didn't even know he was capable of.
“Such a fat pussy.” He pounds into you on the floor, shamelessly gripping your hips with a bruising mark, using you like you were made for him, made for his own use.
“Mama-” Tears coat your eyes, and they roll down your cheeks, painting their mark on your pale face. “Help me…”
Your tear-soaked face creates a painting no artist could transform onto a canvas.
Your juices make the plap plap plap sounds echo around the room wet, soaked with sin and much more. It was downright foul to hear, but Heisenberg revelled in it, as if he won a Nobel Peace prize.
“So tight, shoulda come ‘round here sooner.” He grunts, his hand now drifting down to pinch your clit, earning him a yelp of surprise from you. “Suckin’ me in like a treat.”
As you continue to cry out, he keeps a steady rhythm of fucking into you. Despite how tight you still are, you keep him in better than anyone he's ever fucked.
“Mother- I can't-” You're still crying out painfully from your pretty lips, sobbing out all your tears that you're possibly capable of. “Help- it hurts-”
Heisenberg's getting real fuckin’ tired of your complaining. He's giving you the time of your life for fucks sake.
So, he forces you to face him again, and smacks you with a lot of might. “Quit your fucking whining.”
With that, you cry out your orgasm, clenching around him so tight that you might cut the circulation off of his dick.
Doesn't matter though, because he's close to the edge as it is, and the tightness feels all too familiar and as good as he remembers. “Gonna cum in you baby girl, and you're gonna like it.”
No protests leave your mouth as he spills into you, coating insides with his cum like he's making his claim on you, like he owns you completely.
Making a few more shallow thrusts into you, he pulls out and watches his cum leave you in blobs, all because you clench around air, hole empty and still begging for more.
Heisenberg then stands up, pulling up his trousers over his hips with a satisfied smirk. “Come see your Uncle when you can, darling.”
Laughing at himself, he turns and walks away, leaving you sprawled on the floor still staring up at Lady Ditmiscru's portrait.
“Now where was that exit?”
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lady-z-writes · 10 months
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(Jealous Karl x reader. "You're mine" smut)
Swear I thought I posted this, but here you go:
(ETA: ...I'd posted it in 2021, apparently. 🫣)
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He'd made the decision to bring you, despite his best efforts to avoid this type of thing.
As soon as Alcina found out about you, she'd been urging him to join her little charade where she pretends to be a good oversized hostess.
She just wanted to get a taste of you, he was sure; lock eyes with you and hope to seduce you, steal you away from him.
Who knew the fucking caterer was going to be yet another threat.
The way he's staring at you makes Heisenberg notice. Sipping his whiskey, he keeps an eye on things as you chat kindly, probably unknowingly.
The smile on your face, the way you look in that outfit tonight - it's too much. He barely let you leave the factory without a mark on you; just in case someone got close enough to see the bite marks on your inner thigh.
You knew you were his. But with some alcohol in you, he wasn't so sure you'd behave yourself. Clearly, you hadn't started this interaction. Of course Heisenberg had been staring since you got up from the table; always an eye on things. He'd rather silently watch you than play socialite at Alcina's ridiculously over-the-top gala.
You'd been good, he just didn't trust the rest of these fuckers.
And the longer he stares, the more heated he's getting.
You'd noticed Heisenberg's staring. It was hard not to. He'd been grinding his teeth when he wasn't taking a sip of that almost-empty whiskey glass.
Speaking of, you knew you were meant to get the bottle from the server.
The caterer is nice enough but if he doesn't watch it, Heisenberg is going to make him into a mechanical plaything.
As you say goodbye, the caterer takes your hand and kisses the back of it. Totally flabbergasted, you shake your head at him.
"You need to stop," you say.
"Stop? We were having such a lovely chat. Perhaps we could have a drink under moonlight."
You glance over your shoulder, but Heisenberg isn't there.
Fuck.
"No, thank you," quickly, you back away toward the serving plater with the whiskey he likes.
It's gone.
Eyes wide, you gaze around the room to see if it's on anyone's table. If you come back without that bottle...-
Suddenly a familiar smell of cigar smoke overwhelms your senses. Glancing to your left, you notice Heisenberg's gaze fixed on you from a few feet away; whiskey bottle in hand.
"Come with me," he demands, shoving the bottle into your arms as he passes.
Before long, you're in a loading bay area, wrapping your arms around yourself from how cold you are suddenly.
"Karl, I-"
"Take your clothes off."
"What?"
He exhales smoke in your face as he shoves you against a crate.
"Now," he hisses.
Shivering, you follow orders, hand him the bottle of whiskey, watch him take a hefty gulp as he stares at your nakedness. As he hands you the bottle back, his eyes linger on the bite marks on your thigh.
You sip the booze in hopes it'll warm you up. Heisenberg takes pity on you - or maybe it's an act of ownership - but he gives you his coat and you're greedy for the warmth.
Not wasting time, he hoists you up, shoves you completely back on the oversized crate. It's freezing and hard but you don't sit up. You set down the booze before you spill it. Heisenberg pulls himself up, crawls over your body with a deep growl that exhales smoke around the cigar in his mouth. When he's eye-to-eye with you, he pops it out of his mouth, ashes it near you, uses his gloved fingers to uncover your right nipple from beneath his jacket. And then the left.
His eyes scan hungrily as he takes another inhale. You can feel him hard against your body and to be honest you're not surprised. It feels good to be this wanted.
He nods down at you and you know what he wants so wordlessly you undo his pants and belt. When his cock springs out, you guide it toward your naked pussy and let him shove himself inside you.
Arching your back, you moan out for him, knowing he wants you to be loud and the pressure of his thick cock is tender without any prep. But he wants it like this. It's a punishment of sorts.
"See you made a friend tonight," he grunts as he puts his cigar out beside your shoulder.
When he's completely in, you feel like you can finally speak. "N-no, that's not it at all. Karl, I-"
There isn't a second of hesitation: he starts pounding into you at such a pace, you can't help but grip his shoulders and whimper.
"You're mine," he growls. "You got that?"
"Yes."
"Say it," he grunts, biting your neck.
"I'm yours."
"Again."
"Karl, I'm yours!"
"Mmm, that's right. You are. You're mine to bite and to fuck. You're mine to make a scene about."
He's putting so much pressure on you, you're consumed by him and it's such an overwhelming feeling you can't help but love it.
"This cunt is mine to fill," he chuckles. "Oh? You're close, aren't you?" a deep laugh. "Bad girls don't get to cum."
You whine and grip him tighter. "No, I'm good. I promise."
"Oh, are you now?" he teases. You nod. "You look good...my jacket falling off your body like some centerfold...tits with my bitemarks on them, little marks from my facial hair...heh, it's like you're my little plaything."
"I'm yours," you whisper out, nodding against his chest as you feel your orgasm nearing. "Please, Karl, please."
He hums as if thinking it over. "One condition, doll."
"Anything."
"You sit in my lap and ride my cock while you cum."
You nod quickly and shift positions, staring in awe at him. This new position gives you so much pleasure. Your mouth is on his shoulder then kissing at his neck, moaning and crying out his name as you ride out your orgasm.
"Good girl," he laughs. "Ah, that's it, kitten...getting me so close."
After you've come down, your heartbeat in your ears, you kiss his neck again, open your eyes, throw your head back a second to stare at the ceiling as he pounds up into you.
It's only when you look straight ahead of you that you notice the door is open.
"Karl," you whisper, tapping him on the arm, trying to pull back.
It's too late. He's got an iron grip on your hips as he's moaning and pumping into you.
All while the caterer stands there in shock next to his crates of pastries.
"Get a good enough show there, bucko?" Heisenberg pants a yell over his shoulder where you're still staring in shock.
No response, just the sound of footsteps retreating.
You smack him on the bicep.
"You knew he was there."
He laughs loudly. "Of course I did!"
"Heisenberg!" you hiss.
"No harm. I didn't even kill him. Besides, look at that entire crate of pastries he left...just for us to sneak back to the factory."
You groan, hiding your face in his chest out of pure embarrassment.
"What? You're a sight when you're cumming. Probably gave that guy plenty to think about..."
"Can we go now?"
"Depends. Learned your lesson about talking to strangers?"
You roll your eyes.
"Yes, sir."
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buryustogether · 1 year
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the den of the wolf
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karl heisenberg x f!reader
summary: karl voices his concerns about your safety now that he’s taken you as his lover.
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warnings/tags: implied sexual relations, nudity, swearing
author’s note: anyways…
Any other woman would have run from him. Would have cowered in his shadow and trembled at the sound of his voice, would have prayed for forgiveness for whatever they could have done to earn his fearful wrath. They would have ducked their heads as they passed him, lowered their gaze in hopes he would walk right past them to wherever in hell he was ambling off to. He was terrifying, the most powerful Lord of the village who only showed his face when there was a debt to be collected or revenge to be extracted.
Any other woman would have run from him. Any other woman would have feared for her life.
But you did not. Instead of running, you stayed. Instead of ducking your head, you lifted yours to meet his gaze. Instead of praying for his gift of forgiveness, you embraced his wrath and accepted everything about him wholly.
The others down in the village said you had lost your mind to wander so close to a Lord’s heart - if they had them. They said you were not long for this earth any longer, that he would eventually lure you into that churning factory of his and devour you whole until you were nothing more than a piercing scream upon the air. No one held the Lord’s eye as long as you did, spoke to him as you did, without placing a target on their back.
You were insane, they whispered amongst themselves. To entangle yourself with the business and likes of Lord Heisenberg was plain suicide. Throwing oneself off the cliff near the edge of their perimeters would have been less painful. You could not be saved, and you were to be grieved. Your death would come swiftly, yet would be prolonged and slow and torturous. Everyone knew he enjoyed playing with his food.
Their murmurs were unable to penetrate the thick layers of snow covering the factory, the walls and the floors humming and warmed by the constant thrum of machinery down below. Their rumors were not welcome here, not within the workspace, nor the large bedroom protected within the heart of the giant machine. They did not wake you where you slept within the den of the feared wolf of the village, legs bent and arms drawn to yourself as you faced the edge of the mattress.
What did wake you was the slight shifting of clothing and the scrape of a chair against the ground. Your eyes opened to be met with the hazy picture of the window across the room, the sill piled high with pockets of snow. The next thing you took note of was the trembling ache that enveloped your body entirely - most persistently at the apex of your thighs. Your veins thrummed with exhaustion, limbs sore and neck bruised with littered love bites left there by sharp canines and insistent teeth.
The events of the previous night washed over you slowly, like an ocean’s ebb. A shot of adrenaline shot through you. You had shared a bed with a man for the first time - and not simply any man. Lord Karl Heisenberg himself. He’d touched you and felt you and made you sing such lovely songs for him until he knew your body better than herself. And then you’d fallen into this endless pit of darkness, your only purchase to the real world his hands upon you and his fingers carding through your hair and his chafed lips upon your face.
And here you lay now, in his bed, wrapped in his covers with his claim upon you still drumming through your body. You exhaled a sigh and blinked heavily. You felt content to sleep the day away here, enveloped in his scent and his feeling.
But the spot beside you was empty.
You mustered up what strength you could find within yourself and shifted over slightly. Your lover sat at his desk against the far wall, head ducked and his hand jumping as he scribbled upon pages with a pencil. His hair was secured up with a strip of leather, shirt unbuttoned and crumpled from the night prior.
Licking your lips and attempting to wet your dry mouth, you spoke softly. “Karl.”
Nothing short of enraptured by just your voice, his head lifted and he turned in his chair to look back at you. Even from here, you could see the stars dancing in his irises, the shadows and creases and specks of light that danced upon his face. He studied you for a short moment, wild strands escaping the leather and framing his whiskered jaw, before exhaling deep and climbing to his feet.
His knees cracked when he stood, a testament to just how long he had been tromping the grounds of the village down below. He was - because he said it was too much work to keep track any more - at least one hundred fifty. His mutations allowed him to outlive the world around him until there was nothing left but himself and his regrets. If there was any mercy left in the world, you would be there with him when the time came.
Karl let his weight come to rest on the mattress, then leaned over to gather you up in his arms. You marveled at his raw strength despite the small huff he gave upon settling you in his lap. The muscles in his arms flexed when he lifted you, the bit of pudge on his lower stomach tightened. When he relaxed again, holding you tight to himself spread across his thighs, he tucked your forehead against the warm nape of his neck and petted your hair.
Your could sense within the soft ticking and whirring in his chest something was the matter. You could barely keep your eyelids open, but you still implored, “What is it?”
He said nothing at first, but you knew your words struck him deep, because his grip around you became tighter and the petting of your hair became slightly rougher. His beard scratched your forehead slightly as he grumbled, “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about.”
You blinked a moment. How foreign it was to hear a Lord of the village calling you pretty, holding you this way, with your bare chest pressed against his and your faces so close. “If it bothers you,” you murmured, “it bothers me.”
His chest jumped slightly with a gentle chuckle, one that you felt reverberate through your body. Your grip on him tightened; his on you, as well. “You are a nosy little villager, aren’t you?”
You said nothing, waiting expectantly.
Finally, he caved with a sigh that fanned across the shell of your ear. You shivered, and he reached down to pull a blanket around your shoulders. He said, choosing his words with the same care he placed into his projects, “Miranda can’t know about you. About… this.”
“I expect your mother would be happy you’ve taken a woman as your own,” you joked and smiled into his neck. “You would be the first of the Lords to do so.” Your grin faded slightly as a troubling, thunderous thought entered your mind. “That is, if… if you’ll still have me that far into the future.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” His words drove themselves into your chest like bullets as he pulled you up and held your face, bare hands warm against your cheeks. He gazed at you as if you were the solution to every problem he had, and it nearly brought tears to your eyes. He touched his forehead to yours, an action so gentle and unlike his usual gruff demeanor. He said, “I’ll always want you. I’ll always have you.”
You pursed your lips. You could drown in this sensation - of being wanted, and wanting just the same in return.
But that same downcast, almost saddened expression melted over his features again. “If she knew about you, she would take you away from me. Do things to you I couldn’t live with myself knowing happened.” His lips twitched. “That’s what mothers do, huh? Take away their brat’s toys when they misbehave.” One of his hands brushed your hair from your face, sliding a thumb across your cheek that left tingles in its wake. “You have to stay here, sweetheart. Where I can know you’re safe. And warm. And out of that bitch’s hands.”
“Okay.” The answer came so swiftly it nearly surprised the both of you. There came no hesitation or thought over it. There was no need. You lived by yourself in the village; you had no one to look after. And the other villagers thought as much of you as a begging dog at the foot of a king. You had nothing to leave behind.
And the idea of at last being eternally close to him at all hours of the day, no matter the time… it coursed your heart with a sense of pride and joy and love.
“Yeah?” he said, as if he needed one more confirmation to hear what you truly said.
You nodded your head once, resting your hand on the back of his neck so that your foreheads touched once more. “Yes,” you murmured. “Wherever you want me, I’ll be there.”
There came a moment of stillness between you, in which Karl’s throat bobbed slightly and his brows twitched as if they ached to draw together. Instead, he tipped his head and connected his lips to yours, grasping you tighter than he had even the prior night.
You were his now, and he, yours.
No one was going to take you from him.
No one.
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I can totally see #6 with Heisenberg and y/n in YSLT
So can I, bestie!
😈😈😈
"... feels good, doesn't it?"
You hear him talking to you. It's impossible not to, of course, with the two of you mashed together, cheek-to-cheek. With you draped over him like a shawl.
A sweating, quivering, needy little shawl.
"Huh ...?" you ask hazily. He said something. A question. Of that you're certain. Beyond that, the details are a bit fuzzy.
You're not sure how Lord Heisenberg talked you into getting within grabbing distance.
You're also not clear on how he coaxed you into his lap. It must have taken some doing on his part ... Surely, you didn't just straddle his thighs without a good enough reason.
Right?
"I said," he whispers in your ear, the grin audible in his voice, "my thigh feels good, doesn't it?"
You nod, your face still buried in his neck. You can't look at him right now. You're mortified enough at the sounds coming out of you right now as you grind back and forth, the breathy little whimpers that are making him chuckle.
"Uh. Uh-huh," you pant, hips still swerving circle-eights, your needy, throbbing pussy rocking against Karl's hard thigh, clenching greedily on itself.
You slow down for just a moment, trying to get a grip on yourself, but he's not having any of that.
Karl's huge hands slide rudely down the back of your pants, startling you as he grabs a big handful of your ass. He jerks your hips forward in a rough approximation of the way you were moving before you tried to stop.
"My Lord, please -"
"Keep going."
You make a weak protest, made even weaker by the fact that you still can't lift your head. Your arms tighten around his neck.
"I didn't tell you to stop. Keep going ... C'mon, you're almost there, I can feel it ..."
You resume the rhythm from before. He still won't let go, along for the ride and jerking you hard whenever you falter or slow down.
With his scent and yours clinging to the air, intermingling in the cloud of heat enveloping the both of you, with his hands burning twin brands into your bare bottom, you couldn't stop your orgasm if you tried.
It slams through you relentlessly, spiraling out from your needy clit as your cunt grips and grips and grips on nothing. You wail that you're cumming, practically sobbing it over and over, but Karl doesn't stop until he's satisfied that he's wrung every lingering aftershock out of you. Until you're collapsed against him like a limp little ragdoll, held aloft only by his hands.
He holds you away from him, getting a nice, long look at your face. He's holding your face, smirking brazenly at the mess he's made of you. "Sweet thing," he murmurs before he kisses you, surpringly gentle in his victory.
He doesn't gloat for very long, though, opting to pull you back into his arms.
“See what you get when you behave?” he says.
"Y ... Yes, my L ... Yes, Karl ... Yes ..."
"Good girl. Now ..."
He grabs your hips again, but this time he shifts you upwards. You're not straddling his thigh anymore. You straddling ... him.
The whole hot, hard, unforgiving length of him.
"... What do you suppose I get in return?"
- M. 💕💕💕
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Kinktober Day 1: Werewolves(No one could save me but you...)
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warnings/kinks: werewolves, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, creampies, scratching, slight dub-con, mentions of mates
word count: 2.8k
pairings: Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Lycan!Reader
teaser: “You didn’t ask everyone in this village if they oppose this union,” Karl says loudly from the doorway. Your body trembles as he walks closer to you and Hans.
taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback
a/n: welcome to the first post of Kinktober 2023! I got a little carried away with this one and it's probably the longest one. But I hope you all enjoy!!
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You always felt different growing up in this village. It was like you were always meant to be held back. Something always felt wrong about leaving even if you desperately wanted and needed to leave. You knew that one day, you’d be married off to some asshole and have to push out at least five of his bratty kids. The thought alone made you want to run away but you always felt like something was making you stay here.
As the years rolled by, you found yourself more and more intrigued with the way people were so judgemental of the one person in this village that you found absolutely intriguing. Despite hardly ever speaking to the man, you knew you were so curious about him. Often you found yourself thinking about him and joining him in that factory of his. How it might even give you purpose in life to join someone who’s ideals don’t match all the other clones in this place.
Yet you could never drum up the courage to make your way to the factory. It often scared you just to look at it because of how much it meant to you. It intimidated you, and almost mocked you for being such a coward. A new life was only so many steps away and you could actually attain this. Though you never really could do something else and you knew your time was running out. Soon, your twenty-first birthday would be here and your parents had promised to find you a suitor by that point that would be your husband.
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As the days go on, you find yourself desperately wanting out of this arranged marriage. The man your parents chose is horrible and you know that if you go on with this wedding, your life will be over. It doesn’t help soothe your nerves that your wedding night is meant to be on the full moon.You can already picture the monstrous sounds of the Lycans outside your window as your marriage will be consummated. It sickens you that you have no say in who you will marry.
Your mother sits you in front of the vanity table, and she begins getting you ready for the wedding ceremony. You know better than to protest what’s happening.
“Such a beautiful young woman you are now,” your mother coos as she brushes some makeup onto your face. “You’ll make a wonderful bride.”
Your stomach is in knots as you begin thinking about all those times you could have snuck out of your home and joined Karl inside his factory. All those nights you could have run off to somewhere new and started a life outside these walls. It’s too late for those fantasies now. You know you’ll have to swallow your pride and marry the man your parents have chosen.
The hours tick by faster than you’d like, and despite the fact that you know you have almost no way of getting out of this, you’re beginning to think of an escape plan. You consider all your options, and your mind goes to the Lycans. Maybe you can figure a way to rile them up so much that they will cancel your wedding. That way you’d have a few more days or at least hours to be able figure something else out.
Once you’re all dressed and ready, your mother escorts you to the carriage waiting for you outside. It’s almost completely dark outside, but there’s a little glimmer of the setting sun on the horizon. You’re ushered into the carriage that will take you further into the village and drop you off at the church. There’s no sight of the Lycans just yet but you know they’ll be present very shortly.
At the church, your husband-to-be is waiting impatiently. He knows he’s getting the better deal than you are when it comes to this marriage. Not only are you a good cook and very beautiful, but you are very adept with your hands and have a brilliant mind. All he can bring to this marriage is a good dowry that has impressed your father. 
There is a slight buzz from the people who are entering the church. You feel your heart sinking as you slowly approach the building. Your father brings you inside, squeezing your arm comfortingly. He knows you don’t necessarily want to marry this man, but he knows it’ll look bad on him if he doesn’t marry you off to someone who is worth your family’s time and wealth.
Once the doors open and you begin walking down the aisle with your father, everyone stops talking. You see the man you’re supposed to marry and your heart sinks even more. He looks way too smug for this to be good for you. You look away, staring out the stained glass windows for some sort of sign. Any sign will do. But the closer you get to the altar, the more you realize there is nothing left for you to do now. You have to accept your fate.
Hans watches carefully as you get closer to him, and he extends out his hands almost as if to snatch you up from your father. You look down at your feet, and you focus your ears on the sounds outside. You’re not sure how you’re going to pull this off, but you know you can do your best to get the attention of the Lycans.
“Finally, you’re here.” Hans says in a snarky voice. “I was beginning to think you’d never show.”
Your father smiles uncomfortably, “We wanted her to look absolutely ravishing for you.”
Hans smirks as he looks you up and down. You shudder at the way he looks at you. It’s like you're some kind of prize to be won.You swallow hard as your father finally hands you off to the man you’re about to marry.
Your eyes watch as your father sits in the front row, then you slowly move to be right in front of Hans. The priest saunters over, a bright smile is on his face. Then he grabs a large, leather bound book from the table. Your heart pounds in your chest when you realize that this is now truly happening.
“We’re gathered here today…” You hear the priest begin but you can’t think straight to keep up with his stupid little sermon.
Your eyes return to the stained glass windows. Outside the moon is now visible and with well-trained ears, you can hear the Lycans howling. You begin to pray and wish for them to hear your pleas. You’ve never prayed so hard in your entire life. Nothing would make you happier than to have them interrupt this wedding.
Hans squeezes your hand in a harsh way, bringing you back down to earth. You hear the priest clear his throat, and he begins reading more of the words from the old book. Then he looks up at the crowd and smiles at everyone. Everyone looks at you and Hans.
“Before I continue, I must ask you all if there’s anyone who opposes this union,”
Those words give you a sliver of hope. Just as he finishes saying them, you hear the loud howl of a Lycan very close by. Everyone looks around the room, their smiling faces make you so uneasy.
“Anyone? Is everyone okay with this union?”
Once more, you feel like there’s a bit of a stall in your marriage, and you wonder if some deity that exists outside this village has heard your pleas. The priest takes a breath before looking down at his book.
“Then let us—”
He’s interrupted by the sound of a loud thump. Followed by another one, and then another one. It’s not long before everyone’s attention has been taken from the priest and is now on the sound of the thumping coming from the door.
With a loud crash, you watch as one of the old wooden doors from the church falls over. You gasp when you see the person responsible for this. Your heart skips a beat as he looks over at you, grinning.
“You didn’t ask everyone in this village if they oppose this union,” Karl says loudly from the doorway. Your body trembles as he walks closer to you and Hans.
The priest rolls his eyes, “Like you really matter in this affair,”
Hans places his hand on your chest and pushes you so that you’re behind him, “Just what is the meaning of this?”
Karl is finally right in front of you and Hans, and he hasn’t wiped that grin off his face. You never truly realized just how intimidating and threatening he was. His large build makes him look even scarier than before, but somehow you know that he is your savior.
“This little sweetheart isn’t meant for you,” Karl explains as he pushes Hans to the side. “She belongs to me.”
There’s a bit of hushed speaking that begins to happen when Karl takes a hold of you. Instead of being rough with you, you feel his gentleness. You’re falling even deeper in love with him if that’s even possible.
The rest of the village remains mostly stunned, not really sure if they should even decide to intervene. Hans looks incredibly angry and your parents are cowering away in their seats.
“You see,” Karl begins, “She never was yours to begin with. She’s always been mine.”
Something about his words hit you so deep inside. You begin to see why you stayed all these years in this village. It was for him. He's been your reason to stay. You know that you always felt different from everyone else, but you never knew you could feel such a connection with someone like this.
Karl begins to pull you away and Hans tries to grab you again. He says that you are his bride but you’re already shaking your head.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” Karl spits at Hans. “Nobody but you even cares if I take her or not.”
And with one look at the crowd of people, you know he’s speaking the truth. Nobody says a word. Nobody gets up to separate you from Karl. Hans tries to say something else, but he stops when Karl shoots him a dirty look.
You take Karl’s hand and he leads you out of the church. Nobody is saying anything. Nobody is doing anything. This is finally happening. You laugh to yourself, so happy that you were somehow able to leave everything behind so easily.
Karl doesn’t say much as he begins to lead you back to his factory. The moon is so bright on the walk home. The Lycans are causing a very big ruckus. The sounds they make as they howl at the moon soothes you all of a sudden. There’s some growling here and there, making you wonder if they are fighting one another to get closer to you and Karl. And you smile when you notice them beginning to circle around you and your beloved. Karl watches them carefully and he pulls you in closer. Then his voice booms as he tells the Lycans to not only calm down but to also leave the area. Without another action, the Lycans begin running off in the opposite direction.
You’re nervous but in the best way possible as you finally approach the factory. The grass is overgrown and it’s not very well-lit from the outside. You want to go inside despite everything you’ve ever heard about this place. Karl makes sure to keep holding your hand as he guides you inside.
This place feels like home even if you’ve never even stepped foot inside. You gasp softly as Karl sweeps you off your feet and carries you over the threshold. Your cheeks burn when you realize just how close you are to him now that he is carrying you bridal style.
“I couldn’t let that opportunity go to waste. You deserved to be carried over the threshold like that,” Karl explains as he lowers you to your feet.
The air between you is electrifying and heavy with a sudden need. Your eyes lock in a sensual gaze as his large hand cups your cheek and his thumb caresses your face. 
There’s no time for explanations as Karl kisses you with hunger and passion. His hands are busy unbuttoning your wedding dress. Your teeth clash and your tongues rub together as he begins backing you into the corner. Without another thought, Karl pins you to the wall and he begins to nip and suck on your neck.
“Have you ever wondered why you felt like you could never leave this place?” He asks you between the sensual kisses.
You nod your head and moan as his tongue rubs against yours. You know he’s got the answers you’ve been looking for.
“Let me tell you why…” he says, leaning in closer so he can whisper in your ear.
Karl explains to you that you’re also part Lycan, just like he is. That’s why when you were trying to get the Lycans attention, it actually worked. It also explains why they’ve never bothered you and how the sounds of their howls have soothed you instead of frighten you. And Karl ends his explanation with a heated kiss.
“You’re mine, sweetheart. You belong to me just as I belong to you.”
The skirt of your wedding dress is pushed up as far as it’ll go. Karl growls in frustration as he can’t quite touch you the way he wants with all the tulle and lace in his way. His large claws shred the beautiful wedding garment to bits.
“There, that’s much better.”
You whine as you feel his teeth and lips kissing your neck and collarbone. You feel like you’re floating on a cloud, shuddering and shaking with all this pleasure. You begin to feel something hard rubbing up against you as Karl keeps you pinned against the wall.
“One last thing I should mention, darling.” Karl growls in your ear. “The real reason why you couldn’t leave this place…it’s because I’m your mate and your mine.”
He holds you up against the wall as he begins undressing himself from the waist down. Your little panties are soon pushed aside and as Karl kisses you with animalistic hunger, his large fingers are spreading your folds to dip two of his fingers into your sopping wet cunt.
“Almost seems like you’ve been anticipating this, sweetheart.”
His words go straight to your core, making you drip even more of that arousing nectar. Karl knows he should take more time with you, but he’s been waiting for much too long. A few more strokes of his fingers and he deems you ready to take his cock.
Your eyes widen when you see the size of him. He’s large and thick, and you can see the red angry head of his cock leaking the pearlescent fluid. Karl smirks as he prods your hole with the tip, making you whine.
You cry out as he impales you onto his cock, and you feel something deep inside of you snap. You begin to rock against him, making him grunt at your sudden movements. He had a feeling you’d react this way given your Lycan nature, but he never knew it would feel this good.
Karl ruts against you, keeping you pinned tightly to the wall. You whine and moan, clawing at his back as the pleasure begins to take complete control over you. Though you have never made love before, something about this animalistic way of fucking has you soaking his shaft. It’s like you were made to take his cock.
“That’s it, pretty little mate. Ride my cock.”
You grunt at those words, your walls are squeezing him tighter and tighter as he fucks you so roughly. Neither of you can stop now, almost like you’re caught in a frenzy. It’s too good to stop. Too euphoric to imagine an end to this mating.
The coil in your stomach tightens impossibly tight, signaling your peak. You know you want it to last even longer, but it’s too good to quit chasing your high. Karl is right behind you, ready to stuff you with his potent seed.
A few more thrusts is all it takes for the both of you to be whimpering and growling at the immense pleasure you’re both feeling. You hadn’t realized until this moment that your claws have grown and are digging into his shirt.
His thrusts are more erratic now that you’re both reaching your peak. You see stars dancing in your vision as you’re falling off the edge to such a violent orgasm. With your walls milking Karl, he can no longer hold on. A loud rumbling of a growl comes from him as he fucks shots of his sticky, potent cum deep inside of you.
When he slowly pulls away after catching his breath, Karl leans in to kiss you softly.
“You’ll never have to be scared anymore, my beloved. I’m always going to keep you safe.”
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Sickness In His Care
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Pairing: Reader X Karl Heisenberg. Content Warning: 18+, Mentions of sex but no actual sex in the story itself, Reader X Karl Heisenberg fic, slight humour. Can't think of any other warnings but please let me know in the comments if I missed anything. Summary: You'd been seeing Karl Heisenberg for a while now and had since started staying in the factory. However, one day you come down with a fever. Expecting him not to care you do your best to avoid him but you find yourself at a loss for words when he tries to take care of you. This is just a short one, inspired by my current illness. Wanted to write about a sick reader being taken care of by Karl =p Hope you enjoy! Might add more one-shots to this series later. Thanks again to Suri for editting and reads!
Your body was racked by coughs and splutters, occasionally drowned out by the sound of heavy machines whirring. You did your best to fall asleep but the oppressive heat of both your fever and the humid factory air wouldn’t allow for that. How Heisenberg worked in this, day in, day out boggled your mind. You had a lot of questions concerning that man.
With no such luck in drifting off, you flung your legs over the side of the makeshift bed and wrapped a blanket around yourself, for modesty’s sake. You made your way to the main elevator and adjusted your underwear while you walked.
Despite their inability to see, you felt intimidated beneath the many dead eyes of the factory. They’d long since had the life and humanity extinguished from them, but much like a porcelain doll, their eyes followed you across the hall.
Unfortunately you weren’t wearing any shoes either. They’d been discarded halfway across a room, (you couldn’t remember which) when he’d accosted you from behind several nights before. He did that sometimes, he’d enter a room irritated, ranting and raving about his ‘life’s work’, Mother Miranda or some other insignificant event. Then as he would throw his coat to the floor he’d come up behind and bury his face in the crook of your neck. It was his silent plea for attention, the only release in his life that didn’t coincide with destructive violence.
Things would get rough sometimes. Tumbling around with shrapnel and a dirty man who never left his basement certainly had its risks; but at the end of it all, nothing ever went outside of your comfort zone. Cruel and ruthless Lord Heisenberg was capable of some decency, if only in that regard.
Memories of the prior night filled you with excitement. You brought your hand to the swollen cluster of love bites mapped across your chest and neck. You’d returned the favour, and left a colourful array dotted across his neck, ensuring they were in full view of any who encountered him. You hoped to God he got called into a family meeting sometime soon. With an impish giggle you clicked the button on the elevator and ascended to the top floor. You hoped he was anywhere but his office, but unfortunately your luck had run out around the same time you’d met him.
As soon as you opened the door you were greeted by his side profile, head in hands, slumped over a diagram on the table. Probably sulking again.
“The fuck are you doing in here? I thought I told you not to bother me while I’m working.” He let out a puff of cigar smoke. Didn’t even have the decency to look at you. Dick.
As per your usual pettiness you ignored him and made a beeline for the door at the back of the room. Suddenly you toppled backwards as a thin chain of metal wrapped itself around your wrist, not intended to hurt you but to stop you from going any further. However, he’d miscalculated and hadn’t noticed your sickly state until after you’d begun to tumble backwards. As you fell to the ground, he steadied you with more offcuts of metal.
“The hell is wrong with you?” he raised his voice, a combination of tiredness and confusion. 
Metal clattered to the floor as he stood up. With a rough grip, he pulled you upright and turned you to face him. He studied you intently, glasses slipping down past his nose. You stared into his eyes, watching as anger dissipated into uncharacteristic worry.
Heisenberg was never good at concealing his emotions, especially not his anger and now this too, apparently.
“I just wanted some fresh air,” you croaked.
Cigar smoke choked your already irritated throat and you began another coughing fit, you tried your best to turn away but his burly arms held you in place. You were shocked that he didn’t seem to mind when you spluttered all over his stained work shirt but then again, you’d covered him in worse things.
“Forgot humans get sick, haven’t been sick in over forty years.”
“Certainly starting to get sick of you.” 
You couldn’t see his eyes behind the blackened glasses, but you knew he was rolling them.
“What the hell am I supposed to do?” He grabbed your arm and shook it. “What do you do when one of these gets sick?”
“Well, I was hoping to avoid you turning me into one of your new toys, but I guess that’s up in the air now,” you sniffed, swallowing a large glob of phlegm stuck at the back of your throat.
“That’s fucking disgusting,” he sneered at you, now holding you away from him at arm’s length.
“I can’t help it,” you spat, attempting to pull yourself free. “And besides, have you smelt yourself recently?”
“Wait a minute, I have something for this!” His grip slipped from your wrist and fell into your hand. You let out a nasalled grunt as he dragged you across the room to his desk. After rummaging around with one hand he pulled out a dusted bottle from the bottom drawer. “This should do the trick.”
Your nose wrinkled when you looked at the awaiting bottle. It was covered in a thick layer of grime and much of the writing had worn off the label a long time ago, based on the few remaining letters you assumed this used to be some kind of ‘medicine’. You turned it over to see the date ‘1923’ printed along the bottom.
“Yep. I’ll be better in no time with this.” You swivelled the bottle, watching as black ooze splashed against the sides. He had a triumphant grin on his face and you couldn’t bring yourself to ridicule him further. “Right, well I’m going outside.”
“Dressed like that?”
“What are you, my dad?”
He pulled the blanket around your shoulders and touched a gloved hand to your forehead.
“You’re cold.”
Stifling yet another cough, you laughed softly. 
“How can you tell? You’re wearing gloves, you buffoon.”
He wrapped you in an embrace, only when held in the stillness of his arms did you realise that you’d been shivering this entire time. Had your fever turned to chills? With his arms still around you he pulled you over to his chair and sat you in his lap, presumably so he could keep working.
“So… you not gonna turn me into a Soldat after all?” you laughed nervously.
He brought the cigar to his lips. “Bad materials.”
You slapped his chest playfully and turned to nestle yourself in his arms. Usually after sex you’d push him away, the man radiated far too much heat in the already sweltering factory, but you were currently thankful for the warmth. It must have been awkward trying to work around the mass of your body, but he didn’t complain. As the two of you sat together you came to the realisation that he wasn’t doing any work at all, and that in reality, all he wanted to do was sit with you in his arms while you recovered.
Fuck.
Somewhere along the way the two of you had lost yourselves. What was supposed to have been a one-night stand had spiralled into weekly hookups, and from there it had turned into shared space and something akin to actual concern for one another. You were filled with a sense of dread, but you pushed it down in favour of sinking further into his chest. Before you drifted off, you could have sworn you felt the brush of his lips against your hair. 
A bitter sweetness churned your stomach. You felt a unique longing, beyond anything you’d ever felt for anyone else. Sex and desire had become secondary in favour of a new want; if only you had more time to spend in comfortable silence together.
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Hangover Cure
Summary: In which Karl helps you through a hefty hangover with peculiar methods.
Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x afab!reader
Word Count: ~1.5k
Content Warnings: Plot? What plot? Porn! 18+!, Heavy On The Daddy Kink 🥴, Karl Has A Dad Bod Because It's Hot AF, Karl Is A Service Dom, Pet Names, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Mentions Of Drinking, Intoxication Kink, Slight Praise
A/N: The brain rot is actually insane this time…
-I'm adapting the fanon that Heisenberg is German because I wanna use my language for a cool thing for once, please and thank you! 🙏🏻-
Tagging in case you're interested: @blueberrypancakesworld @queer-crusader
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Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse
Don't have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name
While I fuck away the pain
- Fuck Away The Pain - Divide The Day
There were few things Karl Heisenberg really, genuinely loved but your ass shamelessly grinding into his crotch was certainly one of them.
You hadn't even opened your eyes properly and yet your body already did the talking for you. A wide grins stretched across Karl's lips as he felt how you pressed your thighs together, your still halfway asleep silhouette whispering to him what it needed as it had done plenty of times before. Karl knew you well enough to know what you needed after you got into his vodka stash. He certainly enjoyed drinking with you but the mornings after were even better. So much so that the lord of metal sometimes fucked you up entirely on purpose, refilling your glass faster than you could decline the highly alcoholic offerings.
“Oh, sugar, let daddy help with that, hm?” He cooed into your ear in a smooth whisper, his warm breath gently stroking along the shell of your ear and the skin of your neck coaxing a soft rush of goosebumps to wash along.
“Hm-hmm…” You agreed with a sleep-drunken tone and a wobbly nod of your pounding head.
The ache pulsing away inside of your skull rendered you regretful towards the copious drinks you had knocked back the night prior but once the booze hit you, you couldn’t find it in you to stop. It felt purely too good, the loss of inhibition accompanied by the warm buzz growing in your guts and you knew just fine that Karl enjoyed it, too. Besides, what else, really, was there to do at the factory since the dust around mother dearest had settled? Fucking and drinking had turned into the main attractions next to rebuilding the land around the factory.
A groan heavy with remorse slipped from your lips as you tried opening your eyes for a moment. Immediately back to the soothing dark of your eyelids before another jolt of pain could shoot right to the forefront of your head.
“It's okay, keine Sorge, you can be a sleepy pillow princess for me while I take good care of that gnarly hangover, buttercup.” The soothing words slithered into your ear as you turned your hip to give Karl enough access, effectively pressing the round of your ass along his muscular thighs once more.
“Hell, so needy today? Daddy better be quick.” The sly grin plastered on his face was audible as your truly desperate way to gather his attention went straight to his rapidly hardening cock.
Karl's lips peppered a few quick pecks to your earlobe whilst his calloused fingers snaked along your hip down to your panty. To not just give in to your need immediately, his fingertips brushed over the thin layer of fabric to cup your pussy with the full width of his palm. His warmth seeped into the increasingly dampening cloth immediately and sent a tingle through your lower abdomen. Karl's hand pressed lightly, caressing your cunt to draw the focus from the pain emitting from sore and thoroughly toxicated synapses and you couldn't keep yourself from rolling your hips into his gentle grasp, it made you feel too good to not do.
“Could ride yaself all fuzzy on my thigh later, sugar, I bet you'd love that, huh? Get yourself all silly and wet until the pain goes away, no?” Just the way Karl talked to you, pulled a new gush of arousal from amidst your legs to soak through the panties and a breathy moan spilled from your lips as you felt the heat creeping up into your cheeks, giving you away.
“Ah, thought so.”, Karl clicked his tongue, playfully taunting you a little, “I know how you need'ta chase those orgasms when your hungover, makes it all so much easier n’ don't worry, I'll make you cum so many times that you can't walk tomorrow.” He sealed his lewd promise with a kiss to your cheek before languidly stroking over your gradually more needy cunt.
“Mhmm, thank you, Daddy.” You quipped in response, knowing that it rendered your lover a little more feral with each time.
“Nothing but the best, für meine Liebe.” The tip of his nose nudged against the shell of your ear as his fingers slowly started worked you.
“Love you touching me like that so much.” You whined, buttering him further up whilst the wish for his fingers to sneak past the lacey fabric grew.
“N’ I fuckinh love fingering that pretty pussy just as much, sugar.”, just as if to prove that he knew your own body better than you yourself, Karl led his fingertips to play over the seams of your string, edging it to the side little by little, “Imma have my fingers right up in that wet hot cunt all day long.”
With every further brush of his broad fingers his breath alongside yours turned more labored and shallow.
“Please…” You begged unto him, the tease growing nearly unbearable.
“Fuck it, can hardly wait either.” The words hadn't properly rolled over Karl's tongue as his fingers were spearheading through your slick-soaked folds already, dragging down for his index- and middle finger to thrust inside you whilst the thick pad of his thumb nudged your throbbing clit.
The doubled stimulation sent an almost electric jolt of pleasure through your entire body and straight into your head, making you effectively forget about the hammering ache in your skull for a moment because the ache between your thighs gained the high ground.
“Hmm, yeah, that's better, buttercup.”, He sneered, his fingers stroking and curving against your insides in a devilishly slow pace that led you to arch yourself against them, “Fuck, so wet for me, good girl. There you go, fuck Daddy's fingers.”
Moving with his fingers, you jutted your hips, the lewd squelching sound of Karl's digits rutting in and back out of you repeatedly, filling the gloomy bedroom and being joined by poorly choked-back moans. The forming soundscape intoxicated Karl and fogged his mind to the point where it went entirely past him how he himself grinded his waist against your side to alleviate the pressure in his pulsing and twitching cock held back by the confines of his boxers, pre-cum leaking through the cotton. If it wouldn't have been for the raging hangover, he'd fuck you stupid on the spot and gotten himself balls-deep inside of you until you were a cock-drunk, babbling mess but that had to wait. He'd coax and pull two or three orgasms out of you before getting his dick properly wet.
“Fuck…shit…” Your breaths came quick and shallow, your rib cage fluttering up and down whilst your muscles started to tense up with every flick of his thumb.
“There, there… issok, let yourself go.” His lips pressed a sloppy kiss behind your ear, the pleasurable tingle nearly sending you over the threshold, however, you kept yourself tethering right at the edge with your pelvis thrusting against Karl's fingers harshly now.
You felt your insides clench around his fingers, worked-up muscles starting to contract in the first spasms of an explosive orgasm that rippled through your entire body. For mere seconds all the pain was washed from your system and instead flooded with the purest of bliss. The coil inside your stomach had snapped and with it, warm and soothing ecstasy sprung from one nerve ending to the next like a spark that carried the raging fire to the entire forest.
Karl didn't bother to move his fingers by just an inch, not until every last orgasmic contraction had faded and left his hand covered in your release. A meak wince fell from your lips as he left your cunt empty and instead brought the fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean in feral enthusiasm.
“How ‘bout you sit that pretty pussy on my face next, huh?
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crowtrobotx · 4 months
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Ya girl did it! My silly little Heisenberg x GN!Reader fic that started out as almost a joke and turned into Very Much Not A Joke is done! Thank you all for your support, comments, fan art and kudos. This might not be the end for this AU, but for now, enjoy your gross happy ending with the trash man. Read on AO3
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Oohhh there's so many that I wanna do but we'll start with
❤️‍🩹 for our Metal Lord.
Emoji Drabble Prompts
❤️‍🩹 Reunited after a long time apart
Karl Heisenberg x GN!Reader
He doesn't miss you.
That's what Heisenberg tells himself as he bites his thumb. He doesn't miss you, you're just a good assistant. The best one he's had in over a decade.
But, he doesn't miss you.
He's pissed that Miranda ordered him to give you over to Moreau to help his big breakthrough. That was months ago. If he was so goddamn close then why did he need you for months?
He bites his thumb until he tastes blood.
That's what upsets him. He had to fetch his own drinks in the meantime. He got used to how well you knew his schedule. Bringing him a cigar when he should have stopped working an hour ago.
He plucked you seemingly from nowhere, a nobody you were called. Certainly not worthy of working for a lord.
You took to it like a fish to water. Learned the layout of the factory, memorized his schedule, and plowed through his messy bookkeeping. Hardly a scrap of fear when you walked in on his latest failed soldat test. His hands were covered in blood and oil and all you said was:
"Is there anything I can get you, Lord Heisenberg?"
"You can help me strap this fucker down!"
You didn't even blink. You poured two glasses of whiskey that night, one for each of you. He's never allowed an assistant to drink with him before. He almost asked you what your life was like before, but he's never asked an assistant about anything outside of his work.
He wasn't going to start now.
He doesn't miss you. That would be foolish, and he's no fool. He's just worried that you'll grow gills if you stay in Moreau's presence too long.
Then you wouldn't be as nice to look at.
A pretty face and a nice ass. That's all you are to him. He's had pretty assistants before. But, not ones that can force him to take breaks when he doesn't realize he needs one. Most assistants don't stay up later than him or clean his workspace in a manner that's actually acceptable.
A bell rings through the factory and the sound rings in his ears.
He lets out a breath he didn't know he is holding. Then, he forces himself to walk to the entrance slowly. He can't look eager. He's not eager because he didn't miss you.
"It's good to be back, Lord Heisenberg," you say with a smile as you step inside.
He doesn't say anything. He looks you up and down to make sure that fish fucker's slime didn't make you grow scales or some shit.
"What do you need, my Lord?"
"I need you to get back to work," he grunts. He quickly turns and heads to the elevator. Your shoes click as you quickly follow behind.
You look him up and down as you stand beside him in the elevator. It's a quick flick of the eye, but he pretends he didn't see it.
"Whatever you need, my lord." Your familiar voice almost seems like music to his ears. He didn't miss you.
But, it's good to have you back.
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For the first sentence prompt, Heisenberg and Reader "You're such a bastard... But you're my bastard."
"You're such a bastard...but you're my bastard."
A particularly wicked smirk crossed his features at the admission and his hips rolled against your own harshly, the movement forcing his cock to bury itself even deeper within your aching cunt.
"Who said I'm yours? For all you know I have a collection of other shameless whores that I parade through this factory when your back is turned?"
Refusing to rise to the bait, you squeeze around him and the delicious pressure nets you a rough growl which drips from his lips like sweet necter.
"As if," you tease him openly as you continue to ride him with a gentle rocking motion, "do you expect me to believe that anyone else puts up with your bullshit like I do?"
His rough fingers dig in to the already bruised flesh of your hips and the small spark of pain takes your breath away as you drop a steadying hand to the thick mat of his salt-and-pepper chest hair.
Send me a sentence and I'll write the next 5.
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margaretoakgrove · 6 months
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Duke, you, Heisenberg: *hanging out together in the safe room of the Dimitrescu castle, enjoying the thought that even lady Dimitrescu herself cannot come in and kick you out of there*.
Alcina: *fiercely knocking at the safe room door, knowing that the three of you are inside* You miscreants, let me in! LET ME IN!!!
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heisendaddysimp · 1 year
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dadbod Heisenberg > muscular Heisenberg
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lady-z-writes · 10 months
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Been a long time...found this in my drafts.
Sequel of sorts to this post:
In which the group meets at the church and Reader is too distracted by Heisenberg finger-fucking her under the table...
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His fingers. His thick God damn fingers...
You cross your legs, let out a quiet, shaky breath, and try to regain your focus.
He notices. Of course he does.
He's watching you out of the corner of his eye and you swear you hear a low chuckle in the back of his throat.
The table setting didn't give you enough space. This is torture. He knows just what he's doing when his hand trails to your thigh.
You jolt up, gasp a little, try to cover it with a cough and a reach for your glass. His hand remains. Minutes pass without any movement from either of you.
He's really fucking good at acting invested. Practiced. You're sure there's reason behind that.
His eyes trail toward Alcina who sits across the table, making demands for something - you aren't really sure. Your focus has been on keeping your breathing even, not drawing attention to yourself. It's a tough job.
Especially when he starts shifting his fingers to hike up your skirt. Your hand instinctively reaches for his when it's between your legs. You grip him, pleading without even looking at him. But his hand keeps moving, shoves yours off, and starts slipping his fingers underneath your panties.
You tense your leg muscles but it's too late - his hand shoves your crossed legs apart, his thick fingers play with your opening, dipping into your wetness.
He shifts in his chair and you imagine he's getting hard from this.
You try to look really focused on Miranda and Moreau's conversation, but Heisenberg's thick digit is just barely moving inside you, but it's curled at the knuckle so it's hitting you just right.
He's glancing at you once again and you're sure that he's completely aware of your little secret: aware that in the past few days you'd fingered yourself in hopes you come close to the pleasure he'd given you. Two fingers, pressure on your clit...it all got you to the point of climax, but nothing compared to his mouth, to his cock.
You swallow down more liquor, inhale sharply as he just barely shifts his finger against your g-spot - constant pressure, slow and deep...
Your thighs press together to stop his finger, but instead he slips another into you and you have to rest your elbows on the table, cover your mouth with your hands.
Heisenberg responds to something Miranda asks him - completely composed - his left hand free and swirling his drink in his glass. The casual way he's going about this, they're none the wiser.
And yet you're barely composed, making eye contact as best you can, but completely overcome with arousal.
This is so public, so wrong in front of all of them.
When you manage to take a breath, sip your drink, attempt composure, his fingers return roughly, hitting you so deep.
He chuckles at something, you're unsure, but the deep vibration reminds you of his damn mouth on your core.
You let out a tiny breath as you cum on his fingers. It takes everything in you not to thrust your hips against him, gain more friction. You shield your eyes from the group, looking at the table like you're in prayer.
His fingers don't stop.
This is going to be a long night.
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Hi, I was hopefully I could request a fem reader x heinsburg from the resident evil series, maybe like the reader is mother miranda daughter and uses reader to keep an eye on all the other characters but her and heinsburg fall in love, and maybe get married in secret or maybe they leave the village just before it blows up and live a happy life together
.⋆。To Our End。⋆.
Karl Heisenberg x plus size reader
Change was coming and it was coming quickly but Heisenberg wouldn’t let either of them fall to the wayside without a proper goodbye
Warnings: canon typical violence, reader is one of Miranda’s children, angst, secret relationship, I try to follow the events of the game, mentions of death, ambiguous ending
WC: 1.5k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
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Mother Miranda had her eyes everywhere in the village. She knew everything that happened in her domain and it was because of one of her daughters- Y/N. 
The youngest of her children, the most favoured. She blended into the shadows, moving with a quiet step and only leaving a chill breeze and a feeling of dread in her wake. Even Dimitrescu feared her and avoided her as much as possible.
Yet there was one who actively sought her out. 
“My darkest darling, how kind of you to bless me with your beauty on this dreary day.” Y/N stepped from the shadows of Heisenberg’s workshop and into the dim light with a bashful smile. The man had been hunched over his desk, toiling away on some new project of his but immediately stopped when he sensed her presence.
She practically fell into his outstretched arms in her haste to be in his embrace once more. The smell of motor oil and copper overwhelmed her senses as his warmth enveloped her. For a brief moment, the voices of all the people in town and Mother herself were chased away and her mind went quiet, as it always did when he was beside her.
A chuckle rumbled through his chest before the rugged man planted a kiss to the top of her head, revelling in the feel of her soft body against him. “Mother has something planned and it’s big. She believes that it will succeed but I know that it will kill us all.” Her voice, like the shadows she inhabited, was wispy and weak. But it grabbed his attention even more than the most powerful of sirens.
“I suspected so. She has been quite fixated on her daughter as of late.” He hugged her tighter as one of his large hands travelled to the back of her neck so he could keep her pinned to him for as long as he could manage. “We’ll figure it out- we’ve survived before, we can do it again.”
She nodded and nuzzled into his touch but the fear that slowly grew in her belly could not be tamped out so easily.
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The lycans were going wild- like rabid dogs they constantly howled and snarled, eager to be let loose. Y/N could taste fear in the air, it clung to everything like smoke after a fire. There was only a small collection of villagers left, holed up in a single building at the edge of town. 
She snuck them food and medicine, leaving it on their doorstep but they never looked out. She heard babies crying as their mothers desperately tried to keep them quiet and her cold heart clenched behind her ribs. 
Mother’s call pulled her away from the survivors and she melted back into the shadows, reemerging in the church built for their maker. 
Donna and Angie were already perched in their usual chair, faithfully sitting in wait while Heisenberg was hugging the far wall, hat lowered over his face, at least until Y/N’s light footsteps filled the space.
Her eyes met the reflective glasses of her lover but did not remain there for long, lest the others realise the true nature of their affections. Dimitrescu stormed into the cavernous room, rage in her stride. “Why have you called us here?” She demanded, earning a scoff from Karl as he lit a cigarette. She levelled a glare at him before her attention turned to Y/N.
“You. Why has she called us?” Yet she remained silent, clasping her hands in front of her like the dutiful daughter she pretended to be. “Useless.” The giantess scoffed and turned her back on her youngest sister. Y/N felt Karl’s gaze still fixed upon her but she did not meet it. He loved to tease even when the risk was far greater than the reward.
“Mother is not here yet?” Moreau lumbered in next, carrying with him the sour smell of salt water and decaying kelp. 
“Do you see her here?” Karl retorted sarcastically as he breathed in the homegrown tobacco. Moreau ignored him and took his place beside Y/N, blocking her view of the others. She did not mind though, she preferred to be hidden from her ‘siblings’, it allowed her to watch the broad shoulders and overpowering stature of the man she loved without judgement or detection.
“Silence.” Miranda spoke through Y/N’s voice, immediately shutting up the bickering of her children. They did not turn to the youngest of them but instead to the altar where the air before it began to shimmer and warp as crows gathered together in a black mass that quickly took shape.
Y/N slunk back even further, her job now done as Mother appeared before her children. She trembled as anxiety mounts in her belly and her mind screams at her to run from whatever plan Miranda had for them. 
Five jars were lovingly placed on the altar, each one radiating a venomous yellow light and containing a dark object within them that was obscured by the fogged glass. “My children, this will be the greatest and most important task that I have bestowed upon you. These urns contain a new age for us, a new beginning of light and power. You will each receive one and I expect that you will guard it with your life.” 
Moreau took his quickly, tucking it into his bulbous chest as a mother would hold her infant. His glassy eyes filled with blind obedience- he would do anything for Mother’s approval.
The others rightfully hesitated but a withering look from their maker urged them forwards. Karl was the last to take his jar. His large calloused hand curled around the glass and he chanced a look at the shadowy figure to his right.
He could see the fear and the anxiety in her stance as clear as day. They both knew that this would be the last task that Mother would give them, their usefulness would run dry. 
He needed to act fast.
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“My love, we are in the middle of a war, do you really think a romantic night is necessary?” She asked but yet still approached him in the vast field wearing her best dress. The dark velvet clung to her generous curves in a way that drove the man insane with want.
He took her much smaller hand on his own and laid a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “That is exactly why we are having this night to ourselves. I wish for a perfect night with the woman I love before everything falls. Alcina has already been killed and I suspect that my number will soon be called.” His icy blue eyes, now not hidden by his dark glasses, reflected the bright moonlight like a still lake, capturing her in their beauty.
“Do not say that, we can fight this, we can survive.” She pleaded as he pressed another soft kiss to her inner wrist, savouring the way he could feel her heartbeat against his lips.
A chill breeze washed over them but neither of them were affected by the cold, they hadn’t been for decades. “Ethan Winters will stop at nothing to get his child back and not only have I angered him but I hold a piece of her. I just want you to grant me one last wish before I am to perish. Let me be selfish one more time.”
She shook her head. “Then he shall kill me too. I am one of Miranda’s children. I am a monster.” Karl smiled at her.
“You are not a monster, not like the rest of us. You use your gift to protect and to guide from the shadows. Ethan knows this and he will spare you.”
“What did you do?” Her voice carried off on the wind, weak with disbelief and grief for a loss she had not yet experienced.
“I made a deal. He gets his daughter and he helps me kill Miranda but he spares you. I suspect that I will not live to see dawn.” Tears black as night rolled down her full cheeks and he knew that she would fight him but she would not deny his request, she never could. 
“So, on my last night walking this Earth-“ Her hand remained in his grasp as he knelt on one knee before her. “-Let me make you my wife.” He produced a ring from the pocket of his coat. She gave a very undignified squeak and his eyes sparkled.
“Yes. Yes!” The dark metal, folded by his own hands, slid onto her finger, fitting perfectly as he knew it would. Y/N beamed and the shadows that naturally trailed behind her brightened to match her breathtaking smile. Before the ring even had the chance to settle against her skin, she threw herself into his strong arms, her lips connecting with his in a kiss that both radiated love and unimaginable fear.
Karl fell back into the long grass, dragging her soft body fully on top of him as the kiss quickly grew into something more. 
Their vows were howled into the night in shadow and in gunpowder, weaving together a tapestry that would never be completed. Their love, while born from evil, would last far beyond its destruction. They would love until their end.
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