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LUISA x GN READER smut

In her Room on her day off, Luisa struggles with letting herself relax so you try to help her but she ends up helping you instead.

SECOND PERSPECTIVE, Use of the nickname “cutie”, Praise kink, Soft dom loisa, Body worship, Fingering, Hickies on the thighs, Eating out, 69ing, overstimulation

1991 words

!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

After the miracle got restored, Luisa has been trying to get better about taking breaks, “trying” being emphasized here. She schedules herself to take a day off at least once a week so as not to overwhelm herself and to give her time to get used to doing nothing. Luisa had never been good at doing nothing. Even now as she sits with you eating lunch her hands are twitching to do something. 

"Can someone help me-" you hear Peppa start but as she enters and sees Luisa stand abruptly from the table, disturbing both of your glasses, she turns back around to find someone else, cautiously. Luisa huffs, her shoulders slump and she has a pout that makes your gut twist. Taking Luisa's thick, strong arm gently in your hand, you guide her to sit back down next to you. Your hand glides down from her arm to her hand and you hold it gently, like it’ll break.

"How about we go back to your room? That way no one can interrupt your day off." You suggest, knowing full and well that it'll take a little more convincing to get her to follow you. She’s stubborn at the best of times, but that’s one of the reasons you loved her so much. Her strong resolve always made you feel secure. You could not waver on this, she needed a break, she deserved a break and deserved to be able to relax just like anyone else in the village. 

“C’mon, love. Wouldn’t it be easier to relax in your room?” You got up and guided her out of her seat, she let you lead her all the way to her room with the smallest smile as you held her hands so softly. 

“You’re right. I need to take a break.” She reluctantly agreed. You lead her over to her bed and let her sit on her own. You took off your shoes, deciding comfort is the most important thing right now, and stepped over to the record player. You selected a light guitar vinyl to set the mood. When you returned to Luisa, you sat behind her on her bed and started to rub her shoulders. She hummed in appreciation as you rubbed the knots out of her muscles.

“Thank you, cutie.” Luisa blushes, her hands covering your own on her shoulders. “I really appreciate you being patient with me.” 

“Of course, I just want you to feel comfortable. You deserve it, after everything you do for everyone.” you hum smiling back at her. She reaches behind to scoop you up and places you on her lap. She kissed you, her lips firm but her hands on your hips were so soft and comforting. She moved away from your lips and placed little pecks on your cheeks. Her arms wrapped around you and pulled you into her sturdy form, she was so warm which contrasted the stone detailing in her room. Her chin sat atop your head as you cuddled, your hands reaching around to rub and lightly scratch her back. 

“You know,” Luisa hums “I think I just thought of the perfect way to relax.” You looked up at her curious. Of course you want to help her in any way you could with whatever idea she came up with. When she met your eyes, she leaned down, startling you with a kiss. She was slow, even with the abrupt start, but forceful. It contrasted how gently she held you, how softly her big hands trailed up the middle of your back to cradle your head, her fingers slowly entangling in your hair. Her hands didn’t move an inch when you both parted slowly.

Breath only returned to you when you held her honeyed gaze. Her brows were furrowed but her smile held such a contentment to them, like holding you was all she ever needed. Her breathing slowed from the kiss and you relaxed enough to let your hands wander over her. You traced along her spine branching out to her shoulder blades. Her breath hitching at how slow and gentle you were, barely tickling the skin down her biceps. Your hands held her shoulders firmly, asking her to fall back onto the bed. 

“Today’s supposed to be about you.” you pout, your form barely shadowing her as she laid before you, blushing beautifully. Slowly you reach to untuck her shirt from her skirt, your other hand cradling her cheek. You straddle her waist keeping closer to her torso. You want to see her, see all the faces she makes, you want her, everything she is, is a treasured moment you refuse to forget. 

“Is this okay?” You rasp your hand under her shirt to rub soothing circles against her waist. When Luisa nods, her voice failing her as she tries to catch her breath, you trail kisses up her neck smiling. As soon as you trail your hand any higher, she rolls the two of you so she’s on top, careful not to put too much weight on you, just enough to hold you down. You gasp, out of surprise and the sudden weight against your pelvis. 

“Hey, hey I’m supposed to be on top this time. I wanna make you feel good.” you stuttered, looking up at her hunched frame cradling you on the bed. She nuzzled her face into your neck, the wisps in her hair tickling against your skin. 

“But,” she breathes in, inhaling your scent, “You’re just so-” Luisa sighs, hugging you closer. “My cutie, I just can’t help it.” You wrapped your legs against her waist giggling slightly. She untucks your shirt, throwing it off you as fast as she could without ripping it, not that you minded. Her head went straight to your chest, trailing kisses around your nipples and up your throat. 

“You’re so beautiful.” she hums taking her own shirt off, exposing her chest, but before you could reach out she dived back down to play with you more. Your arms wrapped around her as you moan out praise. She left red and purple marks down your neck and chest all the way down your hips, just before your pants. 

“Let’s get rid of these,” she nearly ripped them off as she pulled off your pants and replaced them with kisses and nibbles starting from your ankle down the inside of your leg. “Look at you,” Luisa purred, “so good, you’re doing so well, cutie.” Her hands reached you before her mouth could, gently prodding and rubbing your hole. You couldn’t stop twitching, each callus on her fingers, each bump and wrinkle, each kiss she gave you only added to your burning core. Your fingers found purchase in the waistband of her skirt.

She took the hint immediately, only parting from you enough to pull her skirt and bloomers off. Now, with you both naked, you laid in the bed together. You played with her boobs, kissing and sucking on them from under her as her hand went back to your hole. Finally, she entered you, the tip of her finger pushing through you, stretching you out so prettily for her. It barely burned after she started pumping into you. 

“So pretty, so good for me. You’re doing so good.” She hums looking at you through her eyelashes and soaking in your moans. When she added another finger, you whimpered. She was going so fast, you could barely keep up, but it felt so good. Her thumb rubbed at your sensitivity. Her lips attached themselves back to your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin. Her other hand held firm on your hip, stopping it from bucking or even twitching. There’s going to be a bruise on it later, you knew, a bruise of her hand left by an ongoing orgasm, the perfect sign that you belong to her. 

She added more fingers up until you trembled around her but even then she didn’t stop. She relentlessly rubbed you, attacking that specific spot in you that had you sobbing out, for more, for a break, it didn’t matter to you at that point. You needed something and you trusted her to give it to you. Give it to you she did, at your third orgasm she finally pulled her fingers away from you, leaving you empty and shaking. 

When you thought she was finally done, you tried to get yourself on your elbows, before she pushed you back down. Her face aligned with your quivering hole, watching it contract around nothing, before she leaned down to your thighs. Slowly she took the skin in between her teeth, sucking and nipping blue and red marks into them. Claiming you, keeping you close, and overstimulating you to the brink of stupidity. You feel so warm with her. She’s so soft with you, keeping you close without ever crushing you. She would never hurt you, but she could. She could lift you over her head, throw you, crush you, but she never would. She wants you safe and happy, and you always are with her. 

Your thoughts are drawn back to the soreness between your legs when you feel hot breath tickling it. You gasp out when you feel her wet tongue lap at you. You were still wet from your previous orgasms and your slick started covering her chin as she continued her assault against your most sensitive parts. You looked down at her, your hand grasping at her hair while your other holds her hand, fingers intertwined. Through all of this debauchery, the stimulation sending your nerves on fire and keeping your head fuzzy, all you could think about was how beautiful Luisa looked. Her eyes were so focused on your sex and her mouth was glistening as she mumbled how good you tasted. Her hand holding you down flexed against your twitching hips, the veins protruding and fingers digging into you. The one holding your hand was softer and relaxed but desperate to keep you there. You needed her. You needed to feel her twitch around you, just as you had around her. 

“Please, Luisa, my love, let me pleasure you too,” you gasped, causing her to look up and meet your eyes with a lifted brow. 

“Of course, cutie, ” she smirks at you, shifting so that her pussy is over your face while she has easy access to your hole. You lean up to lick at her clit. You swipe your tongue around it, earning a groan out of her which vibrated through you. You felt the need to bring more out of her like an itch in your veins needing to be scratched. She was addicting, her scent, her taste, you needed everything. 

Luisa shook above you as you licked through her folds. Her thighs clenched and she dripped onto your face just as you released. She faltered onto her elbows, taking deep breaths. You rubbed her ass, soothing her from her high before she sat up. She moved to spoon you from behind, holding onto your waist keeping you near her chest.  

“You did so good for me,” she rasped, her voice scratchy but calming. You huddled in her chest turning so you could hug her back. 

“How are you feeling?” you asked, voice small and cracking. She pulled you closer to her. You were so tired, you didn’t think you could keep your eyes open anymore. 

“I feel great! I could use a nap, though.” her giggle rumbled through her chest, making you feel lighter than before. You can’t help but smile, not only had you finally gotten Luisa to enjoy her day off but her happiness has always been contagious.

“I could too. C’mere.” You held her impossible close as you both nodded off in your messes, not even bothering to cover up from the cool air. You didn’t need to, Luisa gave you plenty of warmth as you wrapped one leg over her waist. You finally dozed off when you heard Luisa’s light snoring.

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Heisenberg x GN Reader SMUT

This is the longest fiction I have written on this site and it took for fucking ever to complete. I had to rewrite the ending because I wanted to finish by a certain date and found the ending rushed and subpar to how I wanted it. My friend, whom I’ve been writing for, agreed that the ending was rushed so I fixed it! Please enjoy!

*pre established relationship*

 CW: Bondage with Metal Cuffs, degradation, use of pet names, begging, mild choking, mild impact play, cumming on back, unprotected sex, and generally Heisenberg being very very mean to the reader while fucking

!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Smut under the cut

Heisenberg has been busy lately, barely sleeping, never leaving his work space, he wouldn't be eating if it wasn't for you bringing his food to him. You missed him. Being alone in the crowded, loud factory, even in the living area, made you feel out of place. 

Walking around never helped either. Not only was it dangerous without Karl, it was unsettling. You weren't stupid, you knew what his experiments were, you knew what they could do and would do if given the chance. They're dangerous and they're everywhere. The lychens were better than his experiments, they at least knew better than to disobey Karl even when he wasn't there. 

Not only was it dangerous, it was just unsettling. Some parts of the factory were loud enough to break your eardrums while others were at a constant, unsettling silence. You hated walking through the silent rooms. They were suffocating. 

You felt so small in the makeshift house Karl kept you in. It wasn't like you couldn't leave, you had full reign of the factory, You just didn't feel like you could go anywhere without Karl. You had grown dependent on him in this terrifying world you've come to know. 

It was about time to start cooking for dinner. You were getting peckish and you assumed your dear lord was starved, working as hard as he does. Making him a plate after you made your own, you made your trek to his workshop. 

Your home was on a higher level, farthest away from his experiments and the more dangerous parts of the factory. That also made you far away from Karl's office in turn. The walk to him was a long one, and you were surprised he managed to make it most nights. 

The room outside of Karl's office felt especially cold. You could hear him working at his desk, tinkering and muttering to himself. When you slid the door open he didn't even turn around, the outside world was a void to him. 

He didn't have his signature hat on, nor his coat. Karl wore an undershirt and his cargo pants. He was sweating even though it was chilly in the room. You could see a single drop roll from his neck and down his back under his shirt. You couldn't help but let your vision trail the expanse of his back.

From even just glancing at his back you knew he was strong enough to lift you above his head but you already knew that from experience. He was also soft, hugging him from behind was like leaning on a cliff side covered in moss. He was strong but comforting and so beautiful. 

You set the food in your hands on the table across the room. It was where you usually ate with him and was less cluttered than the rest of the room. You pulled a chair out from the other side of the room and set it by your food. He still didn't look up.

You couldn't just talk to Karl to get his attention. Lord Heisenberg when focused is a force to reckon with. You had to gently get his attention while at the same time physically encroaching on him so he'd change his focus to you.

Gently you wrapped you hands around his shoulders, approaching him from behind for a hug. He stiffened at the touch but recognized you undoubtedly from how gentle you were with him. You were always so soft for him.

"What is it?" he rasped, he wasn't trying to be mean but his tone was harsher than usual. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

"I brought dinner." it sounded more like a question than you meant it to but he hummed in acknowledgment anyway. He still didn't give you the attention you wanted, barely looking up from his work to spare you a glance. 

"Its already on the table. It'll get cold if you don't eat it now." you whispered into his ear, your breath fanned his neck and you started trailing kisses down his neck.

He was salty to taste, his hands were covered in grease and oil. He smelled metallic and earthy but it was comforting in a way. Soon, you planned on getting him into a bath before he drops from exhaustion. 

He groaned when your kisses reached behind his ear. Just to tease him you nipped at his earlobe earning a huff. He spun around in his chair and grabs your waist to keep you still.

"You certainly know how to be a distraction." he purred a sly smirk painting his face. He leaned in, closer to your ear where you could feel his breath ghost over you.

"Is that all you know how to be?" He mused, grip tightening on you. If he held on for any longer there was sure to be a bruise but he moves from your waist to your back swiftly.

His hands were cold and left goosebumps in their wake. Karl always had rough hands, most of the time they were covered in bandages from where he hurt himself in the workshop. You don't recall him wiping his hands on anything before he started touching you but you couldn't care less right now. You missed him so much it was impossible to think with him gingerly rubbing you back and his face so close to your own.

You stifled a groan rising in your throat to look at him. Karl had dark circles around his eyes, contrasting his light blue eye color. His hair was messily pulled back, so you undid it to run your hands through his tangled hair. You led your hand down his face to lightly scratch at his beard making Karl subconsciously lean towards your touch. 

He stopped rubbing your back and curled his arms around you, hands gripping your ass in the hug in a possessive manner.

"The things you do to me." he whispered to himself. He squeezed your ass a little before finally pulling away. He entrapped you at his desk, his larger frame leaning over your own and pressing you against the desk's edge. His hand gripped your waist holding you against him.

You lean against him, hovering over Karl's mouth so that he'd be the one to kiss you. He kissed you feverishly, almost desperately, trying to make up for all the kisses he missed out on. 

You sighed when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. It grazed over your teeth as he explored his new territory. He groped at your hips and thighs. You could hear the hum he tried to stifle.

The papers behind you were getting in the way. Although he knew he would have to pick up his blueprints later, Karl needed to throw them out of the way so you could sit on the desk, just where he wanted you. You gasped when the papers brushed against you as they fell to the ground, his aggression wasn't surprising but you could never get over how powerful he was in even the mundane.

"You gonna be good for me?" Karl started trailing kisses down your neck. He rolled his hips into you, making you moan into his hair to stifle your noise. 

"Apparently not," he growled, moving away from you. You whined at him and gripped his shirt, he grabbed your hands and set them on the table. You felt something cold wrap around your wrists before he finally let go of you.

Metal wrapped around your wrists like bracelets but you knew better than to think they were just for decoration. He smirked at your knowing reaction, moving the metal to pin your wrists to the table forcing you to lay on the cluttered desk. He grasped at your shirt before ripping it to shreds, leaving your chest bare for him.

His hands found your waist again before sliding down your leg and to your ankles. He attached metal cuffs to your ankles as well. His hand trailed back up your leg to grip your thigh before your legs separated. He rubbed up and down your legs before grasping at your center thighs and tearing your bottoms off.

"Look at you," he mocked "you're so good at following orders." he dipped down to trail kisses onto your naked thighs. His beard tickled your skin with every move he made, causing you to flinch and squirm but the metal cuffs kept you firmly in place, never reaching away from Karl's touch. He loved to tease you but when you acted like this it was hard to keep his composure.

"look at me." he growled, grabbing your cheeks so harsh it made your cheeks pucker. "I don't wanna see you wiggling while I work you. You don't get to cum until I say so, got it, doll?" Karl spat out doll like he was cursing at you, and glared at you expecting an answer. His grip only tightened when you hesitated, lips unable to move from his vice grip you simply nodded. 

Satisfied he let you go with a small shove, not moving you in the slightest but enough force to make you flinch. He turned to the side grabbing a much bigger cuff and warped it to fit around you neck so he could make you look wherever he wanted. He'd force you to face him through all of his ministrations.

With a smirk he moved back down to your sex. He blew at you, earning a twitch, which made his smirk widen, showing off his pronounced canines. His tongue rolled out to lap at your most sensitive part causing you to whine. You couldn't look away from him even if you wanted to, and your ankles refused to come together even enough to encase his head like you were itching to do. 

"Aren't you pathetic," he smirked gleefully, "I've barely done anything to you and yet, you're practically begging already." You whined at him, not trusting yourself to make full sentences when he's gotten you so worked up. 

"Actually, I like that idea." he continued pulling away from where you needed him most. Your confusion was prominent as he just chuckled at you. "Beg."

It was a short command, but his voice dropped an octave and became gravelly causing your sex to twitch. You wanted him- needed him to keep going so you could be ready for him fucking your lights out. Karl grew impatient at you only staring at him with doe eyes. The collar on your neck tightened, making you gasp in surprise. 

"Please, Please I need you- please, my lord?" your voice was faint from the lack of airflow but he heard you well enough to loosen the collar and throw you on your stomach. Your chest pressed against his cold desk, your hands were forced out in front of you pinned so you could barely wiggle your arm. Your ass levitated from the ground, making your back arch and your toes curl, reaching out for something. 

Karl ground himself against your ass, his erection prominent in his cargo pants even before he released his dick shortly after. His hands found their way to your ass cheeks, he smacked one of them hard enough to leave a print before soothing it with a massage. He spread your cheeks before letting them go and aligning himself with your hole. Karl prodded at it earning a moan from you. 

When he finally pushed himself inside you, he didn't wait for you to adjust before thrusting himself to the hilt. You both groaned at the action. He always filled you so well. When he started thrusting it had little rhythm to it, he seemed to be searching for his own high before your own.  Still, he rubbed up against all the right spots and his hips always met your own with each thrust. He was so deep and so big, you almost came after a few minutes but when he felt you tighten, Karl pulled out completely. 

"You better not try that again." he growled "You're just a fuck doll, my little cocksleave, you can't cum until I say so. " His mouth was right against your ear, you heard the words vibrate from his throat before he even said them. His hot breath fanned across your face and you felt him pant against your back. 

Immediately he went back to thrusting, setting a brutal and fast pace, bruising your insides. You were panting and moaning from the air being knocked out of you with each thrust. He moved one hand from your hip to your throat, pulling your head back and arching you so he reached deeper.

You were so close, practically drooling from how focused you were on not coming. Waiting for Karl's say so was agony, you felt so full and needed release. He never teetered in both his pace and his power. Suddenly he pulled out, forcing your impending orgasm to halt and your insides to feel empty.

He moved your ankles to shift you on your side before stuffing you again and resuming. At this angle, with your leg on his shoulder, he reached even deeper, hitting all the right spots. 

"Please," you choked out through a sob "Please let me cum, my lord- please."

"F-fuck!" Karl groaned "Cum- Cum for me." You finally let the tension break and came with a sob, spasming under Karl and rubbing against your restraints. Karl fucked you through it, earning another sob before he pulled out pushed you back onto your stomach and jerked himself off to cum on your back. He tucked himself back into his pants and sighed looking at you.

"Look at you." he hummed, shaking his head. He released the cuffs from around you. His hands rubbed at the markings on your ankles from the cuffs. He kissed around your ankle and up your leg gently, knowing you were put in an uncomfortable position. He grabbed the towel to the side and wiped up his cum from off your back. 

He picked you up, not even bothering to glance at the dinner before starting his trek back to your shared room. You were resting against his chest too tired to move. 

"I made a mess of you, doll." he teased, earning an annoyed groan from you as you buried yourself into his chest. 

"Thank you for dinner," he smiled sweetly, "and the show." his smile corrupted itself into a smirk. You ignored him until he finally made it to your home, setting you on your bed before leaving to the bathroom to grab a wet rag and finally clean you off properly. 

You finally got to sleep with Karl in your arms, his head buried in your hair and arms wrapped around your waist rubbing soothing circles to ease your sore muscles.

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I've only been to therapy twice so far and both times my mother was there and both times we mainly discussed my schooling. Why?? I know I'm failing right now but why is that so important when we could discuss how last time I thought of someone hugging me I almost cried??? I jus thought that Therapy would be more about me getting to say what's on my mind and less avout being lectured about how shitty the world is. I like my therapist and I know she's trying but I can't get a word in between my mother assuming how I feel and my therapist making assumptions off of what my mom says. Could she not see how uncomfortable I've been?? I had to leave saying I was going to the bathroom because I was crying and I clearly hated crying in front of my mother. Is this how its supposed to be?? Cause I don't think I like therapy if it is...

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