Heisenberg And Gideon Supremacy

“Karl! No!”

He held you in place, firm, unyielding—as if it were punishment.

“I warned you, mein Schatz. We have rules.”

“But you want it too, I can see it...” your voice wavered, threaded with hurt. “Why can’t we?..”

“Because I said so.”

Because his word was law. At least at the Factory, where disobedience could cost you if not your life, then a few fingers at the very least. But this wasn’t the Factory. Not even Europe.

You rolled your hips on purpose—earning an immediate, sharp slap across your backside that made you cry out.

“Karl… please, I’m begging you…”

“No.”

You knew that tone well. There was no arguing with a “no” delivered like that. He wouldn’t let you move, wouldn’t move himself, and wouldn’t let you go.

Unbearable.

Not because it hurt—though he was just a little larger than ideal, and sometimes it did—but because you wanted more.

For a long moment, the only sounds were the low hum of the overhead lights and the steady ticking of the large clock’s second hand. Heisenberg let his eyes drift shut lazily, like a cat warmed by the sun. As if he weren’t buried deep inside you. As if he didn’t want the same thing you did.

You knew: he was waiting for you to lose patience. To start begging properly. To lean in, to cradle his face in your hands and kiss him—messily, desperately—his cheeks, his jaw, his lips, his nose. To trace the scars on his face with the tip of your tongue.

You didn’t want to give in. You wanted—just once—to make him give in first…

…The door to the ward creaked softly. Victor always preferred not to make unnecessary noise.

“You decided to wait for me after all? I’m flattered,” Victor’s movements betrayed his fatigue. “Watching you for the past half hour was rather exhausting, you know. Besides, you were distracting me from my work, so I had to stay late.”

“Watching?” The thought that Victor had seen everything that had happened between you and Heisenberg felt both sweet and deeply unsettling. “How?”

Victor simply extended his hand, his cold fingers brushing lightly against your chin, and gently guided your gaze towards the corner. There, beneath the ceiling, was a small camera, white as the walls themselves. It blended in almost perfectly; when you were burning with desire, it was impossible to notice.

“Glad you enjoyed the show,” Heisenberg, who had been calm until now, suddenly lifted you slightly and drove you back down, making you cry out. “We did our best, didn’t we, mein Schatz?”

“You knew there was a camera?!”

“It’s full of metal parts.”

Heisenberg managed a few more thrusts, each one sweeter than the last, before Victor roughly seized his wrists and squeezed hard enough to make him freeze.

For the second time in the last five minutes, you were denied your release.

“Sadists,” you hissed, trying to move on your own—only to be met with a light, warning bite at your shoulder. “Sss…”

“Looks like my nurse kept you well entertained, Karl?”

“My assistant is not your nurse, Victor.”

“I’m the doctor here. You’re merely the patient. Perhaps I should teach you some manners.”

“Isn’t it the doctor who’s supposed to be polite to the patient?”

Both men bared their teeth at each other, their gazes locked, as though they had both forgotten you were even there. Even Heisenberg—whose desire had not faded in the slightest—was entirely focused on Victor.

“Can I interrupt you?!” Your voice, edged with hurt, cut through the silence and snapped them back.

“Oh, my apologies,” Victor touched your shoulder again—this time not biting, but dragging his tongue over the bite mark. “I know ladies usually first, but I’ve had a rather long, exhausting day. Will you allow me?”

A long, exhausting day. Those words meant Victor needed release. A little pleasure to ease the tension, to forget about his problems, if only for a while. You could help him too—but right now, he clearly needed someone who could take him whole.

“…all right.”

The cool surface of the instrument table made your skin prickle, but it also made waiting your turn far more bearable. Victor’s heavy coat settled over your shoulders, keeping the chill of the ward at bay.

“We’ll try not to take too long,” his forked tongue brushed along the edge of your ear. “And you just stay exactly where you are!”

Heisenberg didn’t even manage to get up—Victor shoved him back, grabbed him by the throat with one hand, pinning him to the mattress, while the other moved to his trousers, intent on pulling them down completely.

“Not like that… ah—” Heisenberg’s voice came out muffled, but it was obvious he was enjoying it. “Let me turn—”

“Not today. We’ll do it this way.”

The hospital bed creaked again—this time almost plaintively. Victor climbed onto it with some difficulty, at once trying to drag Heisenberg’s trousers down, keep him pinned as he struggled (more out of stubbornness than anything real), and undo his own fly.

The hand at his throat tightened slightly; a satisfied groan slipped free, and Heisenberg was almost ready to give in…

…but the bed gave in first. The metal legs buckled, then somehow splayed out in different directions, unable to withstand the shifting weight.

Your cry echoed off the empty walls for a few seconds before you dared to ask:

“Are you all right?..”

The answer was Heisenberg’s stifled laughter, breaking into a groan when Victor finally tried to get off him. Victor’s own groan followed almost immediately.

“Boys…”

Your concern deepened when you realised they weren’t refusing to get up in order to finish what they’d started on the floor—they simply couldn’t. Both of them.

“Looks like our night of love is cancelled,” Victor muttered, shifting onto all fours above Heisenberg and carefully arching his back.

“Night of love,” Heisenberg bent his knees, pressing his lower back against what remained of the mattress. “Could’ve just said it straight—no one’s fucking anyone tonight. Not a shred of pleasure, for fuck’s sake…”

“Now, now, why so pessimistic?” Victor turned his head slightly in your direction. “If the lady would be so kind as to fetch a medical kit from my office and administer a couple of injections, I promise my tongue will do everything necessary to ensure she is satisfied.”

Half an hour later, the three of you were seated in Victor’s office. He sat in his chair, still breathing heavily; you perched on the edge of the desk, still wearing nothing but his coat; and Heisenberg lounged on a small sofa in the corner, his boots propped up on one of the cushions.

“Seems, mein Schatz, I’ll have to make good on his promise myself,” his gaze slid over you, heavy with desire. “Take off that dreadful coat and come here.”

Casting Victor a sympathetic glance, you slipped off the desk and padded over to Heisenberg, letting the coat fall to the floor as you went.

“We’re not going to break the sofa too, are we?” you asked cautiously, settling yourself above his face.

- #1 biggest dirty talker; he loves to try and embarrass you with degrading pet names and comment on all the reactions he fucks out of you

- gets down and dirty with oral sex, he revels in licking and exploring every hole and sensitive spot (beware of beard burn)

- very much has a power kink - heisenberg needs to feel in control and will use his telekinesis and inhuman strength to aid him in bed to keep you sweet and submissive

- to be honest, i don’t see him giving in easily if you want to dominate him, you’d really need to warm him up to the idea and even then i think he’d want to take back control of the session eventually

- 8inches and super fat, like almost 4inches girth but tapered slightly, pretty dark shaft with a slightly pink tip, pretty hairy

- loooves when you call him ‘sir’ or ‘lord’.

- has a bedroom hideaway next to his workshop, his favorite place to take you after fingering you on his work table

- would love to practice BDSM with you, making you lick and ride his boots, restraining you with metal clasps and flogging you, maybe even making you a custom chastity belt that only he has the key to

- high sex drive, pretty much wants it every day and when he’s in a mood or it’s a full moon he gets extra stamina and will crave you for round after round

- very much into predator prey dynamic and would be thrilled by the chance to role play a scenario where he stalks you through the factory

- would want you to cockwarm him while he’s working; either sucking him under the desk until he cums, or sitting on his cock while he tinkers away, trying not to move too much (he smacks your ass every time you try to slide up or grind into him)

- favorite type of underwear on you is leather

- spanking and choking during sex are pretty much givens with karl

- you have to teach him about aftercare, he’s still not amazing at it but he shows care in his little ways, like bringing you a hot cup of romanian tea afterwards or showing you a new fidget toy he made for you.

- self conscious about his body; at first he kept his shirt, pants and glasses on but when you ask him to take them off, he gets a little embarrassed of his scarred face and torso. ofc you assure him all the time how sexy and handsome he is to you which definitely helped his confidence.

- only time he slightly gives control is when you ride him, his guilty pleasure.

- loves cumming deep inside of you, several times if he can; breeding kink asf

bonus werewolf!heisenberg headcanons bc i can’t resist

- first time he takes you in wolf form, he tries his best to restrain himself, until you beg him to go harder, faster, and he obeys, losing his composure and rutting you into the ground until he pumps you full of his first load.

- loves to watch you loosen yourself up for his knot with various toys in the days before changing; eventually, he makes you a custom metal based silicon dildo replica of his knot he can control and fuck you with.

- gets a bit carried away sometimes and you come out of full moon time with scratches and bruises; he apologizes profusely when he changes back and personally doctors you up.

- addicted to taking you on the forest floor, under the moon.

- very territorial, not letting any other lycan get remotely close to you; the ignorant few that wander upon you and karl are quickly dispatched. turns you on like hell

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