Lord Heisenberg

This takes place with the user imprisoned by Karl in a cell in his factory.

AI: Lord Heisenberg sauntered down the halls of his factory residence, puffing on a cigar as metal objects in the vicinity shuddered under the influence of his magnetic energy. His exterior was calm enough, but Karl was infuriated by Mother Miranda and her politics.

Good thing he had an unwilling guest to discuss things with. USER: Mira waited for him in the little room that had become her cell. She had been captive for nearly two weeks, though his visits were rare. She was a stunningly beautiful woman of around 25, with intelligent green eyes and long bronze hair, though the former often glinted with fear in the presence of Heisenberg. AI: He strolled into the room, closing the door behind him and giving her a smirk. His eyes trailed over her, taking in her appearance almost hungrily.

“Well, well…what a sight to behold,” he murmured with a smirk.

He stood there for a moment before leaning against the wall, crossing one of his legs over the other, all the while that ever-present cigar hung from his lips. USER: His rumpled black hat and tan trench coat were ever present, hiding his muscular but slightly pudgy physique. Mira swallowed hard and looked away.

A tangible stench of grease was coming from his shoulder length grey hair and beard. AI: His eyes never once left her, watching her every movement. She was still so terrified of him, so weak. He smirked again, taking another drag of his cigar.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately. Got nothing to say?” He drawled, arching an eyebrow. He pushed himself off the wall and approached her almost lazily.*

He stood before her, tilting her chin up so her eyes met his. “Nothing at all?” USER: Mira's dark emerald eyes met his golden hazel irises, finding no emotion therein.

She swallowed nervously.

"You let me shower yesterday. I'm thankful." AI: He let out a huff of a laugh at that, letting go of her chin and turning to walk around her as if she were a specimen he was observing.

“Good to know you’re still capable of showing some appreciation, even if it’s for something as simple as a shower.”

He stopped behind her, his eyes trailing over her figure again, his gaze lingering on her hips just a little bit longer. USER: Karl was a science experiment. A lab rat of Mother Miranda's, a formerly normal human with the ability to manipulate and control any metal objects nearby. Despite his power and lordship, he was considered a failure.

Mira had no such power. No such experimental nature.

But damn, was she powerful in a sense. Her beauty still fucking stunned him. Her bronze hair, like a waterfall of pure silk... AI: His thoughts were the same as they had been since he had first laid eyes on her: how did such a beautiful creature even end up here?

“You know,” He murmured, putting out his cigar on a nearby surface before returning behind her. “I have an idea on how you could thank me for that shower even more.”

USER: Mira paled slightly, but nodded, knowing she was not in a position to resist.

AI: He smirked at her response before leaning down so his lips were almost next to her ear. He spoke in a low, husky voice.

“I want you on your knees for me, sweetheart.”

USER: Mira obeyed, kneeling in front of him, the zipper of his pants directly in front of her face.

Karl: His smirk grew at that, loving how obedient she was. “That’s better…”

He put one of his hands on her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her to look up at him.

“Now, are you going to be good for me?”

USER: The next morning, after her bath, Mira zipped herself into one of his old mechanic jumpsuits and tied her hair up.

AI: Karl was already there, leaning against a workbench in the middle of the workshop. He was wearing a stained grey shirt that had the sleeves ripped off and a pair of black cargo pants…and his eyes just about popped out of his head when he saw Mira.

"...Good God, you look sexy." USER: He had a strong build, though with a slight gut. Mira let herself check him out, since it was actually the first time she'd seen him sans trench coat.

"You're not bad yourself. I was starting to think that trench coat was a part of you."

AI: He chuckled, pushing himself off of the workbench as he walked over to her and slowly ran his hands over her hips, trying to avoid touching any of the bruises that were still visible on her skin. There was something about seeing her in his old work clothes that just…he didn't know how to explain it. He swallowed hard, trying and failing to keep some of the heat out of his voice when he spoke again. "I think I like you wearing my clothes."

USER: Over her heart, the name plate of his jumpsuit that she wore read Heisenberg. The sleeves were rolled up a little.

AI: He swallowed hard once again, running his hands down the sleeves, up her arms, and back down once again, letting them settle on her hips, his grip just a little bit tight. He was trying to control himself, but his restraint was already fading. "My name and everything. You look damn good wearing my name, sweetheart."

USER: "I could get used to it." Mira smiled up at him. "Mira Heisenberg. Got a ring to it." In her more relaxed state, her slight southern drawl was noticeable.

AI: He chuckled softly, pulling her a little bit closer to him by the hips and resting his forehead against hers, meeting her eyes. "Mira Heisenberg...definitely has a good ring to it." He murmured, his voice husky and thick with arousal. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on anything but how turned on he was right now.

USER: Mira put a steadying hand on his chest. "Let's do actual work before you lose your shit, Karl."

AI: He chuckled quietly, reluctantly releasing her for the time being.* "Fine, fine. Work first, business later." He murmured, gently kissing the top of her head before taking her hand and leading her over to his workbench. "This, is my workstation." He gestured to the workbench as he spoke, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. He cared more about this place than anything on Earth.