Karl x Reader Oneshots (And HCs?)

، |Bartending.| ،

(HEAVY NSFW)

. ˚◞♡ ⃗ Summary: Being a bartender is quite the hassle, but even then, you managed to keep a good reputation around these parts. It was quite clear that two particular individuals you knew couldn't get along due their rivalry. You're quite stressed from all the work as a bartender, and now have to deal with the Climber and Karl's constant bickering. However, they take notice to your stressful self, and they decide to "set that rivalry aside" for a bit and...

"Help you relax."

As an FYI, I haven't gotten complaints yet, but if you feel uncomfortable w/ NSFW (suggestive wise) content, please do NOT read my NSFW chapters. I put warnings on my chapters and label them "(NSFW)" or "(SFW)" for a reason.

[This is gonna be a long list...]
(NSFW: Rough Dom Karl, Soft Dom Climber, orgasm denial, making out, a lot of love biting and marking, praising, degradation, teasing, threesome (technically), teasing).

Happy (Late) Valentine's Day!
The author apologizes again for the NSFW and bad writing this chapter has. I had to use a lot of Google translate since there are some words I don't know how to say in eng, so I hope this suffices :)

Gender neutral reader as usual.

This is by far my most NSFW chapter yet so uh... Consider this... my Valentine's gift towards you :realistic skull emoji:

Word count: 9031 (mobius stop writing long chapters challenge FAILED!!)

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"The bar is a stage, main-tain professionalism, don't be too intimate, but make sure to also master the art of small talk."

You were a fairly new but known bartender within the victorian-like steampunk town. You were always quite reserved but open to conversation, particularly when the customers started conversations with you. You were always known for performing small little tricks while preparing their drinks, no matter how simple or complicated their request was, you always took "making the bar a stage" quite literally, you wanted to be the best of the best.

You always made sure to keep a nice smile on your face despite how exhausted you were from working. You would commonly work both daylight hours and the night shift for both some extra pay and a way to get to know the townsfolk around here. After all, this place was known for being both a functioning town and a fighting ground for some who wish to stir up a bit of chaos. You had to master small talk both for the sake of your safety, and as a way to get familiar with the people who would commonly visit the bar.

It was your only way of getting through this town and getting paid a fair amount. You had to admit, you weren't expecting much out of this job since it only revolved around making high quality drinks, keeping an eye out for anything or anyone violating the rules or terms of the bar, and making sure people didn't get too drunk to the point where they could eventually develop a terminal illness in a single day. Luckily, you never managed to have to deal with any bad fights, in fact, you were quite surprised you hadn't seen any of the townsfolk attempt to kill one another at the bar.

It was probably due to the fact you assumed that by the way these people looked at each other with cold and suspicious glares, that they were all enemies of one another. But they didn't seem to mind you since you were obviously the bartender, you were just trying to get by.

You couldn't help but find that to be the only amusing thing about your job, it was like an unspoken rule: Always respect the bartender.

They most likely didn't want to bother you mainly because you looked exhausted out of your mind. You were always constantly at the verge of passing out. If you managed to pass out, you would've more than likely slept for at least a full day or two, maybe even more depending on if you were willing to force yourself more into night shifts.