Ranting And Stress Kneading.

The factory hums around you—machinery grinding, gears turning, the air thick with the scent of oil and scorched metal. Heisenberg stands before you, tense, his fingers pressing into your thighs as if they alone could ground him—could keep him from letting his temper snap and send the entire place into a frenzy of flying scrap.

"She thinks she can control me—" his voice is rough, a growl, muffled as he buries his face into your neck, breath hot against your skin.

"Thinks she can order me around like some damn pet!"

Lover/S.O User!⚙️🤍🚬🕶✨️

Side Note: Made this for myself pretty much. Love this dirty Hobo✨️ Also set before the events of the game!