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metalliceyepoker · 2 years ago

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Forgot I wrote this. Throwing it into the void. Short drabble.

Karl Heisenberg x Male oc (guess who.)

Hunter's brother, code name Lumber, is not having a good time. After the Village incident, the group decides to 'lay low' and decide their next move. The problem is, Lumber cannot stand his new housemates. Another late night phone call ensues.

"-yeah it's crazy. One time I got so hammered, woke up next day just fucking dying, couldn't even keep water down what with someone throwing their cricket bat around in my skull, so tried to find something to help with that. Then lo and behold. The bathroom cabinet is fresh outta any and all sorts of pain medicine. Obviously there was only one logical explanation so I went straight to my bro's room. Should've thought twice.

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Call recording #85

Walked in on during their heated mating session. For lack of better words, yeah, nono, you don't get it. No one in their right mind would look at that and say they getting it on. The guy really chomped down on that neck-shoulder juncture. Good aim too, or should I say shit aim? Maybe he was going for a kill? Anyway, was pretty sure he didn't hit any major veins but ho-oly shit.

The blood, man. Teeth were just in so deep I thought the guy tore a chunk out. Then that maniac just looked at me. His name was Karl something. Think it was german. So this 'Karl', shooting some venom-laced daggers with those laser eyes I mean. Clearly wasn't too amused how I trespassed and disturbed their 'quality time' together. Didn't even break off, I just kept staring because honestly, didn't know fuck all that was unfolding before my eyes, and guess he didn't like that. Cuz he bit down harder. And you know what? My bro just growled back at him. Like he's living a time of his life. While he's probably a few seconds away from getting his throat torn off.

You know the worst part? That hulking thing opened his mouth and the blood just gushed out from all the punctured holes. Strings of blood stuck to his tongue, stretching out like when you take Mac n cheese out of microwave and take a scoop, and the cheese just hangs like spider webs. Then he licked his teeth clean. Damn man. Straight outta horror movie. While looking straight into my eyes, no less. My brother's back like canvas, someone could slap a 'raining red' as a title on it and sell it out to an auction.

Come to think of it, don't people die from that shit? I know we are genetically different or something but losing that much blood can't be good for anyone, right? The sheet underneath him was completely soaked.

I've seen some crazy stuff in my life but hell. No, goddamn it, that ain't no regular biter. You can't just call it a bit freaky and move on! I still can't decide if that was an actual assault or my brother being so horny he's lost it finally.

That old guy, lower half of his face was just dark red. His beard was matted and the blood kept dripping from it. And after that shark grin, I didn't even know I took a few steps back, and that bastard slammed a door in my face with his power. Oh yeah, he's a real life magneto, ever told you that? Real doozy. I told him I taught my dear brother how to pickpocket and he threw my lighter at me. The one I keep in my inner pocket. All made sense when I learned he can be a human magnet.

Anyway, after that, I said never mind the pounding headache and the need to carve my intestines out or throw them all up into sink. Because I wasn't as concerned as before. Fuck. No, I was concerned that I had to get the blood off of all the linen, then I said, fuck that, I ain't cleaning up that crime scene, and then went to wash down my gullet with more alcohol.

Because, what do you expect after that? It was 10:30, you know how much I hate daylight, and yet I chose to drive all the way to the mart, showering in sweat, so I can fill my cart with six-packs. Everyone was just staring at me like they wanted to give me a number for AA or something.

You know, after all the missions, you'd think I've grown an immunity to all the nasty shit, but my brother's nothing short of a limit-breaker.

I didn't go back. Just crashed at my friend's place. Bribed him with beer, never fails. Went back next day, that little fuck had the decency to cover up the marks with probably all the dressings we had, and the house is not in flames. And that hobo guy? Kept grinning at me creepily during the entire time I was standing there making my morning joe.

Fuck him. Actually, poor word choice. Do not fuck him. I might be a masochist and am proud to say that, but that guy will straight up murder you. My brother's hooked, tho. Damn him. I taught him good but didn't know my self destructive tendency would rub off like that. On the other hand...it kiiinda makes..sense? One homicidal maniac attracted another. A match made in literal hell.

Buy some aspirin and tylenol on your way here, will you. Yes, Dave, it really is that bad, I couldn't sleep for days because of all the horrible noises that were clearly not from sex. There's no way. 2 days ago that motherfucker EMP bombed the whole house. This is a new phone. I made a goddamn portable Faraday cage to put it in.

I need a drinking buddy, aight? Oh shit wait-"

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Crash-thump

Vague screeching noises

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Booming laughter

Incoherent shouting

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"..................yeah you know what. I'll go there. Where you at. Nah I ain't spending a second more in this place with those unhinged men. Help out a friend, will ya? Oh same place? Good. I'll be in 20-no. 10 mins. Be there soon."

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saturatedboy · 3 years ago

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Slaughter of the Ram

Chapter 2 (Lord Heisenberg x Male!Oc)

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Smells of wet pine and a slight whiff of burning tobacco drifted around in Leonardo’s mind. The endless darkness that consumed his mind had turned and twisted into small patterns of purple and blue dots dancing around. Harshly, Leonardo had inhaled through his nose and realised his breath through his mouth, the noise coming out sounding more like a growl than a groan. The exhale of his breath had swooped back into his mind through his nostrils, them flaring at the intoxicated smell of alcohol. The sudden remembrance of the alcohol had alerted his brain, pain soon aching in his head area. Opening his eyes steadily, the blurred vision had shown shapes of brown and red in different shades and lighting. Being careful, he forced his eyelids to stay open and scanned the front of his sight lines, the pictures coming clearer through the sleepiness that had glazed over his eyeballs. Upon a wooden wall were different shapes and colours of bottles, all of them being alcoholic beverages- some even Leonardo didn’t know. Looking a little to the left, the barman from the night just gone was stood cleaning glasses, refilling some for the distance laughter that came from a booth that was behind Leo. To his right, he could see more of what his head way laying on, the bar top stretching on a little more until it rounded of by a 90-degree angle.

Regretting all decisions in his life for a split second, Leo used his hands that were previously rested on the slightly sticky counter and pushed himself up. Feeling a wave of relief wash over him as the bones from his neck cracked at the sudden movement. A delighted sigh came from between his thin lips, his tongue gliding over them both after to make his lips moist with his own saliva. Although the relief that had come over him felt amazing from within, his physical appearance had showed no relief for his own body as he was slouched over on a stool, hair messy and unkept tidy, small amount of saliva drifting down his chin and clothes all crinkled. Still in effect of the alcohol, his body swerved sideways about, his mind doing flips and his stomach rumbling for the loss of a meal. “Bar...bar tender!” He called out, being careful to not slur his words. The bar man looked over at his frame, only to look back at the glass he was drying and placed it down, walking over to the now hung-over Leonardo. Once there, he leaned his forearms on the bar and stared amusingly at Leo.

“Let me guess. Water right Leo?” He chuckled out, already walking away to go fetch the poor soul a glass of water and to take some medication for his head. Leo looked down, ashamed for people to see him like this in his aftereffect state.

“Yeah...a water will do fine thanks.” He replied as the tender had placed the glass down, filled half way to the brim with water. The water was clearly cool, the glass already having fresh droplets of water gathering on the outside of the glass itself. Being thankful, Leo nodded and grabbed the glass, almost moaning as the cool liquid fell down his throat.

“Here take these,” The tender held his hand out, two pills being present, ”Their medicine for your headache.” Leo once again nodded, unable to speak a ‘thanks’ as he was already downing the water fully this time, using his free hand to grab only one of the pills. The tender closed his hand and went back to his original position, going back to cleaning glasses and serving the early birds who crave for alcohol to keep them going through the day. Leo placed his empty glass down and went to looking at the small pill between his fingers. Thinking nothing bad about it, he took it down dry swallowing and using his mouth to have it slip easily down. He just had to wait for the effects to keep in.

Looking off to the side now that he was more fully awake, Leo wasn’t surprise when he didn’t see the star guest of last night not next to him however. A slightly pang of guilt washed over him, had he made him leave? No, that thought was quickly shaken off as a loud voice came through then now open doors of the entrance. “Where is he- OI! Leo, no time to slack off!” The female's voice was clearly angry, and held so much of authority when saying his name out loud. Groaning and rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand roughly, Leo could only slightly whine when he felt the pull of his shirt became balled up in his friend Catherine’s grasp. “I knew he wouldn’t stay. Tch- trust a Lord they say. Fuck that never again.”

The pull on his shirt had Leo falling from his stool onto the ground, his knees buckling under him as his upper body was thrusted upwards from the iron grip Catherine held him in. ”Get up, we have to get to the school gosh dammit.”

“What’s got you all worked up?” Leo yawned, ready to listen to whatever has placed his best friend in such a foul mood. However other than getting an answer, he was met with provoked eyes as she flicked his forehead, letting go of his shirt making him collapse fully to the floor. Huffing, Leo pulled himself back onto his feet using the stool he had previously sat on to balance himself on his two feet. Watching Catherine storm away, Leo looked back at the tender and waved before following his childhood buddy.

The air was chill, not many villagers was up at this hour of the morning. Being quick on his feet, Leo caught up with Catherine who still hadn’t talked after getting him. Weighing his options, Leo kept quiet, whatever was going on in Catherine’s head she would tell him when she was ready with it. Instead of talking about her problems, Leo decided to create small talk to sooth her mind and his. “So, the children are out and here we are going to work still.”

“Of course, Leo, we are teachers. I’m just hoping my fresh order of food has come from the Duke.” She speaks, lifting her umber dress at the front as she and him came to the cobble stairs that lead towards the school itself. As they walked, they chatted, amongst throwing a few giggles here ns there. The mood did certainly brighten up as the sun had also, becoming brighter and clearer in the sky that was misted with fog.

At the school front, both Leo and Catherine had sorted their clothing, patting it down and straightening collars. “How I look?” Leo questioned, throwing his arms to the side in a presentable manner and showcasing his clothing from yesterday.

“You look like the same yesterday only this time you looked as though you just ran through a forest bush,” Her remarks never failed to make him chuckle, his smile never leaving his face as neither did hers. Nodding and slightly agreeing with her, they both entered the school through its double doors. The school was fairly small, only having one level to the building. It contained a total of 4 classes, an assembly room and toiletries. The head’s office being placed near the reception. As they opened the heavy doors, a man stood at the reception desked looked up, flashing a toothy grin with his stumble beard.

“Glad to see you both in work, aren't nothing like staying inside on a cold day.” He said, his gruff voice echoing around the partially empty space. Catherine only waved, giving Leo a hard smack on the back as she walked off down the hallway to the side, turning into the first classroom on the left to start her own work. Just before Leo could speak, her voice screaming about how the order hadn’t been delivered was heard. The noise made both grown men laugh.

“Morning there, I’d be off. Have a good day.” Leonardo said, running his fingers through is hazel hair as the man behind the desk replied with a ‘good day to you too.”. Taking the same and only hallway that Catherine did, Leo walked right down it and entered the very last classroom on the right. When entered, he shut his door and walked past the small desks that were standing towards his own rather large one. When seeing his desk, he noticed something. ‘Where are my papers?’

Hitting his head with his hand, he rushed out his classroom and walked down the hallway towards the entrance. Just as he passed Catherine’s room, she popped her head out. “Whilst you're out there go pick my order up from the Duke please,” and off she went back in leaving no room for any protest against her request. Going along with it, Leo had rushed and left the school whilst getting the receptionist to stare at him with a questionable look and from another teacher of the building. He sped walked through the entire village that he grew up in and rounded about towards the Bar which was starting to become a fairly visited place of his. Clenching his chattering teeth as the coldness picked up, he entered the bar and walked towards his once seated place. A sigh left his lips as he saw his messenger bag untouched under his stool. “May mother Miranda have mercy on me,” he muttered, grabbing his bag and pulling it around his shoulders. Walking back out after looking through his bag, Leo kept his eyes firmly on the path he had to follow. Keeping lightly on his feet in case of any unseen ice, the young man had walked in the opposite direction of the school to head to the outside perimeter of the Village. Walking through the cold, he stuffed his hands into his pockets of his trousers, being careful to not prod himself with the pencil that had normally sat in there.

Although the sun was out, its rays of warmness had no touched the scratchy skin of Leo’s. Instead, he was given the sky’s shivers as he felt a snowflake swirl In front of his face. ”Snow, my favourite weather,” he muttered sarcastically, already feeling unimpressed however slightly better after taking the pill to help with his headache. Wandering around through the day was always better than night, there was no need to be scared of the mountains his village was nestled between. Some people from his village had even climbed the mountains, overlooking the view to see other parts of the land that seemed to stretch further than he had ever thought. It is a sight to forever hold though, everyone that had the wonders of being on top of the mountains had witnessed the true feeling of being free.

Leo smiled at the memory of him and his own family travelling up there once. He was about 8 at the time and was gifted a pencil and book to write in for his stories for his birthday. The climb was awful however, his small legs felt like collapsing but with his father by his side, he managed through it. He remembered reaching the top and grabbing his small book from his coat pocket, just so he could write everything he could see. Villages, lakes, a factory, castle and eve a vast forest or woods. He didn’t know what it was at the time but he felt onto of the world. He felt like he ruled over everything. “I should visit them soon,” the memory of his family had him thinking about them. They had been out of contact after he got his teaching job because he was trying to start his own life by himself. A faint smile brushed on his lips as he walked nearer to the mountains front, where carts would travel to and from to get to other villages.

The sound of hooves clapping against the stone ground had Leo smiling even more. ‘Finally,’ he thought as he spotted in the distance the cart of horses, a jolly voice accompanying them both. Striding towards the cart, Leo saw the horses first as the cart was turned like it had only just entered his village quarters. Cupping his hands, Leo blew hot air into them and rubbed them together, their friction creating warmth for him. Just as he placed his arms back to his sides, he moved past the horses and walked to the front, only to stop quickly as he saw more than one familiar face.

“Ah Leonardo, please come come. I'm sure you've came to collect the order for Miss Chef aren’t you,” The Duke joked, laughing slightly at his own humorous tone.

“I am indeed or else I’m sure the children will be coking me next sir,” Leo replied respectfully, standing next to the other familiar face all whilst maintain eye contact with the Duke.

“I’ll be with you in a second Leonardo, just speaking with the Lord here is all. Please excuse me for a second whilst I gather your order Lord Heisenberg.” Leo and the Lord Heisenberg watched as Duke had entered into his cart, the slight shake of the cart moving from his weight and rummaging through whatever was in there. Both men stood in silence, the only noises being the clicking of the hooves or the whilst from the wind that was picking up slightly more as each second flew by.

Lord Heisenberg next to him had rummaged through his coats pockets to take out a cigar and lighter. Lighting the cigar, he flipped the top of the silver lighter back over the wheel and dropped it back into his pocket. Taking the brown cigar to his mouth, he took a deep inhale as the end of the stick flamed brighter. Taking it out from between his lips he blew the smoke into the air, not slightly bothered if it went into Leo’s direction. “So, you’re ‘ere being an errand boy?” He grumbled out, taking another inhale of his cigar.

Leo relaxed slightly, finding the voice to the Lord to be rather comforting after the events of last night. “I’m no errand boy, I forgot my things and, on my way out, my friend asked me to get her order. Just doing a favour is all.” Leo and Heisenberg stood in silence one day, the atmosphere around them becoming calm as more snowflakes had decided to create their own routine about dancing around them.

“So, a teacher huh? Must be strange teaching up there with all the demons running around.” The joke had made a small chortle escape between Leo’s lips, a smirk finding a way onto Heisenberg’s as he heard the male’s laugh.

Leo turned to face Heisenberg, looking a little up since he was about an inch taller than him. “They learn quick, already reading one of my favourites. I wouldn’t say they are demons; I would quote them to be foxes for the many excuses they come up with when they don’t hand their homework in.” Heisenberg had thrown his cigar somewhere into the snow behind them having finished it. The after taste had swarmed his mouth, making him suck on his top lip to get the dry texture fairly moist. Running his rather thick muscle tongue over his lips, Heisenberg had dazed down to stare at the young man next to him.

“Foxes huh? Quite the metaphoric person ain’t ya.” Leo shook Heisenberg’s words off, finding no need to try change his mind about him. Writing and saying such words were just natural to his lips, any other way seemed more foreign than he would want. Silence had struck around them, their final words being lost through the now chilly air that had rained snowflakes.

“Excuse the wait gentlemen, I have gathered both of your orders,” The large man had left the comforting warmth of his cart to sit on the outside ledge, holding two large bags in both of his clammy hands that were littered with many rings. A sweet smile was plastered onto his face, eyes beady as he leaned forward and gave the respectful bag to each of the other men. “It was a pleasure doing business with both of you. I shall be arriving here next week again Leo. Would you like anything whilst you’re here?” The Duke had asked, placing his now empty hands onto his stomach whilst leaning slightly back.

Thinking for a moment, Leo had returned the sweet smile back to the Duke. “Do you have any pots of ink and any parchment paper? I'm running low on both.”

“Ah yes, I had restocked them before I came here. How many would you like?”

“Just 2 pots of ink and about 2 books of the parchment paper please as well.” Leo waited as the Duke had travelled back into his cart, his horses neighing at the moment. The cart moved left and right, making Leo take a step back in case of any sudden jerk movements. However, his move did not go unnoticed by the Lord.

“Awww, is the writer scared of movement?” He teased, smiling as he swung his bag of equipment over his shoulder whilst leaning on his large hammer with the other. Leo ‘tsked’ and closed his eyes.

“I am merely looking out for myself sir, if something were to happen- especially in this weather- I'd rather be prepared.” Leo spat out, not meaning his words to be accompanied with such venom, it wasn’t like he had anything against Lord Heisenberg. His words had made Heisenberg chuckle out loud, finding amusement with Leo the villager.

“Here we are,” Leo silently thanked the world as he heard the Duke’s voice. He wanted to get going soon, the chill was starting to hit him badly and his fingers wrapped around the bag of food he could only guess were becoming numb. “2 pots of ink and books. That'll be 150 Lei please.” The Duke leaned forward and handed the materials to Leo, who took them in gratitude.

Just as Leo reached down into his messenger bag to gather his money and place his things in there, a small pouch was thrown into the Duke’s hand. ”Here, I’ll pay for him. Think of it as a way to pay back for the enjoyable night I had.” Heisenberg spoke, turning to Leo and tipping his hat. Leo moved his hand away from his bag and rubbed he back of his neck sheepishly.

“It was only a couple of drinks; the bar is always filled with guys like me.”

“Oh, really now? Please, you weren’t the one moving away from me now were you.” Leo held back his tongue, looking the other way from Heisenberg’s direction.

“If that’s all gentlemen I shall get going. Safe travels the both of you.” The Duke had waved at both men, pushing himself back into his cart one last time and shutting the doors leaving both Leonardo and Lord Heisenberg alone once again. With snow falling around the both of them, Leo had agreed with himself to start heading back to the school.

“This has been fun but it’s time for me to leave and head back. Safe travels Lord Heisenberg.” Leo had spoken, adjusting his grip on the bag of food as he threw it over his shoulder. He walked away, back turned-on Heisenberg and started his walk back to his home village. As he walked, he listened to the footsteps that followed him. This continued for about 2 minutes before he sighed, rolled his eyes and turned to face whoever was following him. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to the Village of Shadows?” Leo asked, watching as Heisenberg had followed him with a shit eating grin.

“Now now, and here I thought we were beginning to become friends,” The smile never faltered off his lips as he said that, finding the faint blush on Leonardo’s cheek from the cold sort of nice to look at. Something new.

Leo shook his head gently and turned, walking away from Heisenberg not even caring anymore if he followed him or not. However, he thought being followed by a Lord would be comforting- absolutely not. He felt his stomach do turns, his head ache was starting to come back and his hands were becoming warmer as his grip around the food bag was becoming less loose. “So, you just wear thin layers in this cold?” The Lord asked, walking alongside the younger male. Leo shook his head again, his hair shaking along with him.

“I would be wearing a coat but someone had taken me away from the warmth of the bar and took me straight to work. I would of gone home and got my coat but no, work is very import around the village.” Heisenberg silently nodded, looking ahead as he let Leo lead the way back to the Village of the Ram.

“You got a lover?” The sudden observed question made Leo trip slightly, he managed to catch himself however before any harm could be done. A blush raised from his cheeks to his ears as he started to run his mouth dry.

“A lover- gosh no. I-I haven’t even got time for those kinds of things. I’m a writer, my life is dedicated to spreading the word and I have work to do, children to teach. They are the future; they must learn the history and how to read and write.” Leo sighed, feeling slightly guilty for speaking so quickly. “Anyway, no woman in the village can woo me. Maybe Catherine but not me. I don't even love women like that.”

Heisenberg quirked a brow at his words. ‘Don’t like women like that? How...peculiar.’ The Lord smirked, placing his own bag in the hand of his hammer and swinging his arm around the shoulders of Leo, making him slightly jump on contact.

“You don’t need to love women, you can just have a night stand and-” Leo pushed Heisenberg away, adjusting his shirt and placing his collar straight.

“Gosh no- just no. I don’t like women like that, simply. I like guys.” He put it simply, now walking with heavy footsteps and deep ragged breaths. ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck’ Leo chanted in his mind, finding now that his own actions may cause him to get harmed.

“So, you’re gay.”

“...Yes, I’m gay.”

“Eh okay.” The answer from the Lord left Leonardo speechless. Not many people in the village really supported his rights of love, thinking a man and woman should be together to bare children since foreigners never come around. Just to know the Lord Heisenberg, apparently one of the top Lords ever was okay with him liking men, had a rather shocking effect on Leo’s mind.

“Okay,” he repeated, smiling a little at the acceptance he was given off a Lord. Looking far ahead was the opening entrance back home, back to his home village. Being slightly more comfortable with the Lord trailing behind him, Leo turned his head and showed his smile at Heisenberg, who in favour smiled back. “Welcome back to the Village of Ram,” Leo said, turning back to face the entrance again with a slight skip in his step.

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lostandloney · 3 years ago

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AAAAAAHHHHH BATS HIYA! I saw you post, could I get a “massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day” along with your OC Bastille with Heisenberg please? I love them your honor, they deserve the world!

Heya Mish! I'll definitely write ya up something real nice for that prompt! Also gonna throw in this kinda being domestic them living in their little cabin, just for the *chefs kiss* flavour.

Normally, Bastille was the one providing Karl comfort- not saying that Karl never bothered, it was simply that Bastille rarely accepted it. He was stubborn. That was something that the lord both loved and hated about his mate, but it wasn't like he was any better-- once he had an idea in his head it was almost impossible to get him to change his mind.

Today seemed like one of the days the man would need to take control, however. Bastille had been working so incredibly hard trying to make sure that their private vegetable garden was properly tended to. There was something else he had been working on too, however he had refused to tell Karl what it was or permit him to go see no matter what was offered. Stubborn, see?

Karl walked calmly through the living room area of their little cabin, smiling a bit to himself as he looked around. He remembered how adamant Bastille had been when it came to making everything perfect. He had tried explaining that it already was perfect simply because they had built it themselves, but alas, the other needed things to be just right because "you deserve to live somewhere comfortable and perfect, Karl. You deserve it after everything." He loved his mate and all his silly quirks, but getting that need for perfection with the construction out of Bastille's head had been almost impossible.

Rounding a corner, he made his way down to the bedroom where he had heard the other man go after getting back inside, Karl popped the wooden door open with a soft squeak, though he had tried to be careful enough that the sound wouldn't interrupt Bastille as he stripped himself down to his... rather eccentric... boxers.

"I need to get oil for those hinges." The shorter man insisted, already halting his actions and putting back on his shirt with a drawn out sigh.

Nope. No way in hell.

Karl swiftly walked over to Bastille, and took the button up from him, tossing it right onto the carpeted floor-- much to the other man's chagrin. "That can wait. You've been busy since sun up. Sit down."

Turning swiftly, Bastille scowled and moved to grab the shirt once more. "It needs to be done now or I'll never get around to it." He argued, nearly hissing when he felt the man grab him by his forearm. "Karl."

Really? He really assumed that tone would work. "I said; sit." Karl ordered, tone taking a more forceful twist. He wouldn't be giving in so easily to the other this time.

Bastille stared the other man down with disbelief, scoffing slightly as he moved to the end of the bed and sat down. "You're an ass." He grumbled, crossing his arms and looking off to the side.

"Only to you, because you're special." Karl snarked, kicking his boots off before climbing onto the bed behind his lover and beginning to pull the muscle shirt he was wearing off of him.

Squirming, the lycan glanced over his shoulder at the other man, golden eyes narrowing. "What, you wanted me to sit down so you could take my clothes off and fuc-"

"Shut your fucking hole."

"Ouch, no need to get huffy."

"Says the one mouthing off."

Bastille let out a bitter laugh in response, though a growl left him when Karl forced him to raise his arms. He tried to hide the little wince of pain that came with the action. Truth was, his body was aching from all the hard work it had been through in the past few days.

Karl sighed, certainly having noticed the expression, let alone how tightly wound the other was-- after all, he may be one to be a little bitch, but it wasn't normally to this extent. Cracking his knuckles, the lord carefully started massaging Bastille's shoulders to the best of his ability.

The brunette grew even more tense immediately, almost fighting to get away from the action. "What in the- Karl- what are you doing?!" Bastille exclaimed, instincts telling him to thrust his head back to try and headbutt the other to make an escape. It wasn't like the man hadn't given him a massage before, but he had just... been a little too stressed and upset to actually fathom what was going on.

Sighing, Karl stopped what he was doing. He had hoped that perhaps a massage would help ease him down to at least rest, but apparently, he was wrong... "Alright. What's wrong, kid?" He inquired, speaking again as he watched the other with concern. "Talk to me." Karl wrapped his arms around Bastille's waist, noting how that action wasn't immediately rejected and then bringing the other firmly against the large expanse of his chest.

"I..." Bastille squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shaky breath. "You know how angry you get when you're trying to do something but no matter what angle you work at it from, you can't seem to get it right?" He inquired, allowing himself to sink back into the other.

"I'm familiar." He took on a softer tone now, recognizing that perhaps he shouldn't have been as assertive as he had been before.

Nodding, the younger man continued to speak, "Well that's what I'm dealing with. It's been nothing but fighting with a brick wall for weeks-"

"I think the expression is "screaming at a brick wall.""

Bastille glanced back at Karl with irritation for a moment, earning an immediate look of surrender from the grey haired man. "My point is, I'm just... stressed."

"This about that secret project of yours?"

"You really don't know when to not interrupt people, huh?"

"I thought you knew that already." Karl mused, shaking his head and sighing. "Look. In all seriousness, Bast... Working on any project for too long without taking breaks is like beating a dead horse."

"A truly fucked up thought?"

"You know what I mean, Bastille." Karl deadpanned, slowly laying them both down on the soft mattress. "Anyway, my point is, I don't understand why you want to work on it alone like that. Maybe having a second perspective on it would help?"

Bastille sighed quietly. "Because it was supposed to be a surprise for you. It's not really a surprise if I tell you-"

Well now, that made a lot of sense.

Karl shook his head, reaching his hand up to run through the shorter man's thick hair and massage his scalp, the action almost immediately drawing a low hum of appreciation from Bastille, causing Karl to smile softly. "I understand that, and I do appreciate it, but if you're making yourself this incredibly stressed over it, maybe it would be a good idea... Or at the very least, you could leave it for a few days and come back to it." He offered, rough hands still working at the other's scalp to relax him. "I've been at this crossroad a lot, it's usually about the point where I get you to check it out for me."

"Wait, that's why you get me to look at some of your half-finished projects?" Bastille asked in disbelief.

"You better believe it."

#i know it's unfinished kinda #but i swear i was running out of ideas #i didnt want to keep rambling #i hope you like it though!#karl heisenberg #karl x male oc #heistielle #f/o: karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg drabble #karl heisenberg x oc #bats answers #drabble #oc x canon #bats self ships #I'M A LITTLE RUSTY #I'M SORRY

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knives-out20 · 4 years ago

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Camikarl NSFW Headcanons

all under the cut! enjoy, freaks (affectionate)!

I don't think these are really headcanons because,,,, I made Camikarl. i decide whats a headcanon and whats not. So...I guess these are canons! If you want a SFW list for these two, just let me know!

CAMIKARL NSFW CANONS!!

First and foremost Karl is patient to find out what Camilo is okay with and not okay with, to see where they can find common ground and not go over any boundaries.

Karl and Camilo sometimes like to play a game of tag, and by tag I mean Karl chases Camilo around the factory. It's all in good fun and never out of ill intent or abusive undertones, their giggles fill the air as Camilo narrowly escapes Karl time and time again once he was able to completely understand the layout of the factory. Sometimes the thrill of the 'hunter vs prey'-esque game of chase slowly gets the two men riled up to the point where if Karl finally successfully catches Camilo, he won't just envelop Camilo in his arms or tickle him, no. He'll just fuck Camilo, right then and there, Camilo's moans and exclamations of Karl's name echoing off the factory walls as Karl takes his reward.

Back before Camilo got the gist of the factory layout, he'd call out to Karl to help him through the intercom whenever he got lost, knowing that Karl could see him exactly where he was, wherever he ended up lost. Now, sometimes Karl would be merciful and help him. But at others, Karl would be more sadistic in a sense where he'd "need to make sure you really need me, Cammie. Really are in need of my help." And what this means is he'd have Camilo close his pretty little eyes and pull off his pants far enough to be able to touch himself, Karl purring praises and orders through the intercom until Camilo came to the point of begging for Karl, whining and whimpering over how much he needed Karl but not in the same way he originally needed him.

Karl can take Camilo on anything; on the bed, on the floor, bend Camilo over tables, against the wall, it doesn't matter as long as he can have him (with Camilo's consent) and as long as it causes neither Camilo nor himself any unwanted bodily harm.

Metal bondage. Makeshift handcuffs 'n' stuff. That is all.

Camilo has a huge praise kink. While Karl's going down on him there's nothing that helps get him off more than for Karl to whisper n purr things along the lines off "you feel so good, Camilo", "good boy, just like that" and "you're taking this so well, Camilo, you're so fucking good" among other things, it practically drives him up the wall to know he's pleasing Karl at the same time as himself.

Karl is actually very careful when it comes to Camilo, being that he doesn't want to overstimulate Camilo too much nor overstep any sensory boundaries. In turn, Camilo is very practical about it and since he finds both sex and Karl fascinating, he's up for finding out every mechanic to make it feel incredibly satisfying for both Karl and himself.

Being that Camilo isn't the best at communicating some things to others, Karl has grown to be patient over time (moreso with Camilo than others) and is constant on asking for Camilo's consent to do certain things to/with him, along with asking if (during the act of intercourse) Camilo feels good, if he's doing something wrong/right, if he should do something differently, etc etc.

Karl and Camilo popped each others' cherries. If you don't know what that means, it measn they lost their virginity to each other.

Karl is really into being called 'sir' and 'daddy', which explains why Camilo calls him 'sir' from time to time in the regular oneshots. He understands that there's no real authoritarian difference between Karl and himself being that they're both Lords, though, he just goes along with it since it satisfies Karl and it doesn't do him any harm nor does it make him uncomfortable.

Heisenberg enjoys a collar around Camilo's neck, preferably with a chain leash leading to his hand but a collar without one is fine. He can tug either way.

Karl's really into biting and Camilo doesn't mind it unless, obviously, Karl bites too hard 'n' it hurts. So it's mostly just nibbles 'n' soft bites.

Karl is more of a receiver than a giver, he really enjoys it whenever Camilo's up to give him head but maybe if he's feeling generous any once in a while he'll turn the tables and give Camilo his all with some sloppy toppy. He'll just tell Camilo to sit back and relax because he's got it from here.

Teasing is a massive thing when it comes to these two, Karl loves teasing Camilo to the point of him begging for Karl to take him, wherever they are. It's music to his ears.

They have safe actions instead of safe words.

Sometimes they have quickies before meetings with the other Lords which leaves either Camilo clinging to a normal-looking Karl or him at his own seat shifting on the spot and looking dazed while Karl tries his best to fight back a wide grin at how Camilo's composed.

Not every time they fuck is all fast-paced and reckless and rough, though. At other times Camilo'll put on one of his oldies vinyls of soft love songs and they'll listen to that as Karl makes sensual love to him, slow and careful but with just as mush passion as they would if it were fast.

Karl is frequent with nicknames for Camilo during sex- he'll reuse his normal nicknames for Camilo (babe, baby, sweetheart, kitten, etc) but sometimes he'll pop in ones reserved for sex like 'pet', '(my) little bitch', often degrading but not flat-out insulting. If Camilo ever objects to a certain nickname, the word will never leave Karl's mouth again nor enter his mind to call Camilo it.

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onbrokenglass · 2 years ago

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Hello there!

This blog is mainly for finding roleplays. I roleplay exclusively on Discord (I love making private servers) and am 21+, so minors please DNI. Style-wise I can adapt to my partner, though my favourite way to write is lit for those juicy, introspective moments. NSFW friendly, and I like all sorts of pairs from fxf, mxf, mxm, to any nb pairs. Platonic and found family are fun too!

My messages are always open for people interested in writing with me! I promise I don’t bite, even if some of my muses do.

Under the cut is a list of characters I’ll thread with (who I’d like to play is bolded, if both are bolded I can do either or), though it’s by no means exhaustive. Regardless of how old this post gets, you can message me at any time for those on this list.

Ships (Canon)

Anakin Skywalker x Obi-Wan Kenobi

Atton Rand x Female Exile

Aviendha x Elayne Trakand

Beatrice x Battler Ushiromiya

Billy Loomis x Stu Macher

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle

Carmy Berzatto x Sydney Adamu

Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross

Dale Cooper x Harry Truman

Daniel Solace x Maura Franklin

Dick Grayson x Wally West

Dracula x Mina Harker

Elend Venture x Vin

Emma Larsimon x Marianne

Enid Sinclair x Wednesday Addams

Erik Lehnsherr x Charles Xavier

Ethan Winters x Karl Heisenberg

Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy

Harry du Bois x Kim Kitsuragi

James Delaney x Lorna Bow

Joe Goldberg x Forty Quinn

Joe Goldberg x Love Quinn

John Constantine x Bruce Wayne

John Constantine x Lucifer

Jon Kent x Damian Wayne (either aged up or still young, but if they’re young absolutely no NSFW)

Jonas Kahnwald x Martha Nielsen (any iterations)

Kaz Brekker x Inej Ghafa

Kaz Brekker x Jesper Fahey

Kyle Hyde x Brian Bradley

Kevin x Ilonka Pawluk

Laurent of Vere x Damen of Akielos

Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong

Leon Kennedy x Chris Redfield

Marius Josipovic x Julia Bowman

Marius Josipovic x Taylor Bowman

Mat Cauthon x Elayne Trakand

Mat Cauthon x Rand al’Thor

Mat Cauthon x Tuon Paendrag

Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson

Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Mike Ross x Harvey Specter

Moon Knight (all/any of them) x Layla El-Faouly

Moon Knight (all/any of them) x Peter Parker (adult Peter only)

Nate Fick x Brad Colbert

Nate Jacobs x Maddy Perez

Nathan Prescott x Max Caulfield

Percy Jackson x Nico di Angelo

Phoenix Wright x Miles Edgeworth

Rob Ryan x Cassie Maddox (book verse)

Roman Godfrey x Peter Rumancek

Ronald Speirs x Carwood Lipton

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

Stephen Holder x Sarah Linden

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Thomas Shelby x Alfie Solomons

Tomas Ortega x Marcus Keane

Tyrell Wellick x Elliot Alderson

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker (adult Peter only)

Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter

Wolfgang Bogdanow x Kala Dandekar

Ships (OC)

Alcina Dimetrescu x OC (female)

Atticus O’Sullivan x OC (any, supernatural or mythological)

Francis York Morgan x OC (any)

Holden Ford x OC (male, serial killer and/or detective)

John Constantine x OC (any)

Jonathan Reid x OC (any)

Peter Pan x OC (male, lost boy - no NSFW, though would feature dark themes as my Peter is inspired by the book The Child Thief. Would love platonic friends or enemies for this as well.)

Vanessa Ives x OC (any)

Platonic

Carmy Berzatto & Richie Jerimovich

Dexter Morgan & Harrison Morgan

Five Hargreeves & Any Hargreeves Siblings

Hank Anderson & Connor

Jesse Pinkman & Walter White

Joel Miller & Ellie Williams

Kratos & Atreus

Moon Knight System (any against any)

Norman Bates & Dylan Massett

Peter Pan & Hook

#〢about — 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥.𝐨𝐫𝐠

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derelictlovefool · 2 years ago

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Ao3! Kofi! Request Guidelines!

♡ — Fluff

♧ — Angst

♤ — Nsfw/Smut

◇ — Canon Typical Violence

□ — General, No Warnings

☆ — That special Enemies to Lovers flavoured spice

Last Updated: 21/09/2024

— Fics involving my original characters [oc x canon & oc x oc works]

Resident Evil Village

One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure: Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

What's His is Mine and What's Mine is Mine: Colvyr Covali x Alcina Dimitrescu, Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — □

Alcina's Notes on Colvyr: Features Colvyr Covali, Alcina Dinitrescu and her daughters — □

Kiss on the Forehead: Colvyr Covali x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

Hope: Features Darius Lupan, Ethan Winterd and the Duke — ◇

Far Cry 5

SMFYaM CH1, CH2, CH3, CH4, CH5, CH6: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Jacob Seed — ◇♤♧

Safe & Sound: Features Dove & Pheobe Ash (@/deputyash's oc's), Dean, Caleb, Charmeine & Ace Sinclaire — Single Parent Crossover AU □

The Angels Right Hand: Features Anya Cherkov, Faith Seed, Simon Dallas and Sharky Boshaw — ◇

Unwanted Visitor: Features Jerome Jeffries, Baptist!Dean Sinclaire and Peggies — Reverse Fc5 AU ◇

Misguided: Features the Seeds, the Sinclaires, Herald!James Rook and Marvin Brooks — Reverse Fc5 AU ◇

Not a Diva: Peggie!Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ♡

A Glimpse: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x the Seeds — ◇♡☆

A Moment of Bliss: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ♡

Hard Decisions: Baptist!Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — Reverse Fc5 AU ♡☆

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked: Features Marvin Brooks, Deputy Dean Sinclaire, Deputy James Rook, Jess Black, Grace Armstrong, Earl Whitehorse and Peggies — ◇

A Mistake and a Saving Grace: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Joseph Seed, Features Sharky Boshaw — ☆♡♧

Guilty Conscience: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x John Seed — ◇♡♧

Tired: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Joseph Seed — No Cult AU ♡

Head For Breakfast: Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Deputy James Rook — ♤♡ [Consensual Somnophilia, Oral, Barebacking]

Dying Light 2

One Minute More Love One Minute More: Nikolas Reeves x Hakon — ♧

24/03: Nikolas Reeves x Hakon x Lawan — ♡

The Boy From Never and Ever [original fiction]

Scars & Ink: Nym Rosemerry x Eden Noble — ♡

May I?: Nym Rosemerry x Eden Noble — ♡♤ [Blowjob, Face sitting, Barebacking]

Shiptober

Day 1, 2 & 3: Wade Wilson x Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇ [Day 3: Praise kink, Butt plug, Oral, Handjob, Doggy Style, Overstimulation]

Day 4, 5 & 6: Heather Lucille Valentine x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♤♡ [Day 4: Thigh Riding, Handcuffs]

Day 7, 8 & 9: John Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire x Deputy James Rook — ♡♤◇ [Day 9: Thigh Fucking, Masturbating, Oral]

Day 10, 11 & 12: Mary May Fairgrave x Anya Cherkov — ♡

Day 13, 14 & 15: Faith Seed x Piper Vasquez — ♤♡ [Day 13: Dry Humping, Intoxication, Oral]

Day 16, 17 & 18: Karl Heisenberg x Colvyr Covali — ◇♡♧

Day 19: Cooper McCoy x Gabriel Stokes — ♡

Day 20: Rai Anderson x Casper Vasquez — ♡

Day 21: Michael Sinclaire x Alexys — ♡

Day 22, 23 & 24: Faith Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇ [Day 23: Intoxication, Strap On, Bareback, Public Play]

Day 25, 26 & 27: Jacob Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡♤◇☆ [Day 25: Public Play, Vibrator, Edging]

Day 28, 29 & 30: Joseph Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡◇☆

Day 31: Audrey Marshall x Deputy Dean Sinclaire — ♡

Underworld

Under The Bleachers: Razahir 'Raze' Khemse x Salvador Hale — ♡

You Shouldn't Have: Razahir 'Raze' Khemse x Salvador Hale — ♡

Valentine, Bryne [original fiction]

The Rain Fell My Love and So Too Did We: Sybil Bryne x Eliad Bryne — ♧◇

— Fics where the reader is the main character [reader x canon & reader x oc]

Resident Evil Village

Lunchbreak: Male!Lord!Reader x Karl Heisenberg — ♡

Tearful: Features GN!Reader and The Duke — □

Doll: Features GN!Reader and Salvatore Moreau — □

Dating Karl Heisenberg: GN!Reader x Karl Heisenberg — Headcannons ♡

Far Cry 5

Between the Pages: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♡

You're Important to Me Idiot: Male!Deputy!Reader x Sharky Boshaw — ◇♡

Hope County Residents Dating a Plus-Size, Pre-op Trans Man hc's: M!Reader x John Seed, Jacob Seed, Joseph Seed, Faith Seed, Jerome Jeffries, Sharky Boshaw, Mary May Fairgrave, Adelaide Drubman, Grace Armstrong, Eli Palmer — Headcannons ♡♤

Nights Like These: GN!Reader x Jacob Seed — ♡

Through the Pouring Rain: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♡

By The Fire: GN!Reader x Grace Armstrong — ♤ [Oral]

Good Boy: GN!Reader x Sharky Boshaw — ♤ [Praise, Doggy Style]

Intermission: GN!Reader x Nick Rye — ♤ [Public Handjob]

After Hours: GN!Reader x Joey Hudson — ♤ [Fingering, Oral]

You, Me and a Bottle of Whiskey: GN!Reader x Mary May Fairgrave — ♤♡ [Accidental Stimulation]

Caught Up In You: GN!Reader x John Seed — ♤◇☆ [Thigh fucking, Doggy Style, Barebacking, Creampie]

I Always Come Back to You Don't I?: GN!Reader x Eli Palmer — ♡◇

Tongue Tied: M!Reader x Faith Seed— ♡□

Dusk Till Dawn – Part 1: GN!Reader x John Seed — ◇♡

Marvel

Ouroboros — Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6: GN!Reader x Wade W. Wilson — ♧◇♡

#Fic Masterlist #Masterlist Tag #derelictlovefool

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molotovmetro · 3 years ago

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Resident Evil masterlist

Albert Wesker

Wesker dating hcs

Wesker thinking of proposing

Wesker with a touch starved s/o

Wesker with a s/o who has a dangerous job

Wesker secretly being in love

Wesker with a badly injured s/o

Wesker with a French s/o

Wesker comforting his s/o

Spending valentine's day with Wesker

Wesker with a sarcastic and extroverted s/o

Wesker with a s/o who has chronic pain

Wesker with a trans male s/o

Wesker with a short trans boyfriend

Carlos Oliveira

Carlos dating hcs

Carlos with a s/o who has a dangerous job

Carlos as a guardian/mentor

Carlos when he's/they're sick

Carlos with a touch starved s/o

Carlos with a stressed/exhausted s/o

Chris Redfield

Chris as a guardian/mentor

Chris when he's/they're sick

Chris dating hcs

Chris with a touch starved s/o

Chris with a s/o who has a dangerous job

Chris with a stressed/exhausted s/o

Chris comforting his s/o

Spending valentine's day with Chris

Flame Grilled (writing event day 2)

Heaven beside you (writing event day 4, minors dni)

Chris with a s/o who has chronic pain

Ethan Winters

Ethan with a touch starved s/o

Finn Macauley

Finn with a neurodivergent s/o

Finn relationship headcanons

Finn comforting his s/o

Spending valentine's day with Finn

Finn with a s/o who has chronic pain

Finn with a black s/o

Finn with a sick/injured s/o

Late night, date night (smut, minors dni)

Old Scars/Future Hearts masterlist (multichapter, Finn x oc)

Jake Muller

Jake with a touch starved s/o

Karl Heisenberg

Heisenberg with a touch starved s/o

Leon S. Kennedy

Leon as a guardian/mentor

Leon being impressed by you

Leon with a touch starved s/o

Leon with a s/o who has a dangerous job

Leon with a stressed/exhausted s/o

Leon comforting his s/o

Spending valentine's day with Leon

Rooftop meetings (writing event)

Leon with a s/o who has chronic pain

Piers Nivans

Piers dating hcs

Piers as a guardian/mentor

Piers comforting his s/o who had a nightmare

Piers with a touch starved s/o

Piers with a stressed/exhausted s/o

Piers comforting his s/o

Spending valentine's day with Piers

Piers with a s/o who has chronic pain

#albert wesker x reader #chris redfield x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #leon kennedy x reader #piers nivans x reader #resident evil x reader #i feel bad for pushing leon all the way down for the sake of keeping this alphabetically sorted #finn macauley x reader

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lovelywingsart · 3 years ago

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//Drabble// Afterthoughts

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Have the first of what will probably be a few mini drabbles while I struggle to get the main series up 😂😅 Some of these do take place in main stories, some are just... random. They may also start and end oddly, but this is also just me getting my thoughts out... Oh, and quick sketchy 'covers'.

Anyway, this first one is actually kinda depressing, so have fun 😂😅

Told from Karls 'perspective' for the first time publicly! I've said before that my version of him isn't entirely chaos and memes like others, so this is a little taste of how he is in my head, and an example of just how mentally fucked he is... There's another one like this I'm not close to being done with, but... it's somewhat therapeutic to write like this, oddly enough. 🤔 I'll obviously do more when I can. Anyway, enjoy, and welcome to Karls headspace.

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for the main list, too! <3**

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Warnings?: Self loathing/depreciation, inner thoughts, mental struggle

'Summary': Takes place directly after 'Metallic' - Karls inner thoughts attack him, pushing him away again.

Heisenberg was silent for once. His body relaxed, though his mind was not... It never really was, but for some reason, it was worse now. With Emelia asleep in his arms, after what they had just done, he just... couldn't think right. He couldn't sleep, even as much as he wanted to. Even as much as her warmth against his chest made him want to relish in it for the first time. Even as her quiet breaths lulled his brain into a smooth relaxation he rarely felt. But even so, he just couldn't sleep. A simple question screamed in his head through the otherwise peaceful silence-

Why?

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, his arms remaining around her.

Why was he here? Still physically sitting here? Why wasn't he gone? This wasn't normal. It wasn't normal for him. It never was. Even with past 'flings', he'd be gone by now, going about his work and experiments. Male or female, he always left. He held no interest in any 'cuddling' or silence of the sort. No interest in being there when his fling for the night eventually woke up, be it to leave or get dragged into the experiments, themselves. So why the fuck was he still here?

He took a breath, his hands fidgeting just slightly. His fingers brushed against her skin in a light manor, and he swallowed. Despite her own scars, she was... soft. So, so fucking soft... But so was everyone else.

*Is she really like everyone else, though?*

The new question flashed through his mind, and his hands physically jerked away from her as his eyes snapped open.

That voice... That fucking voice again.

No... No, she isn't like everyone else. Quite the opposite, actually. Everyone else took the offer to sleep with a Lord. But her?

*She fucked you because she's stuck here.*

He stared at the ceiling, his brows furrowing in frustration as the voice in his head grew louder.

*She fucked you because she had no choice. What option did you give her? You stole her and you damn well know it. A selfish ploy to get your cock wet after years of going without. You used her, and she-*

His thoughts stopped as he felt her shift on him with a quiet, tired whine. The movement sent a jolt up his spine, a jolt that he attempted to ignore for the time being. He looked down at her as he felt a shiver, frowning before instantly bringing one of the few blankets around them to cover her shoulders.

If he truely did use her, why did she agree? Why was SHE still here? She would have known she was being used. She wasn't fucking stupid, he knew she wasn't. She could have left if she wanted to. Sure, he may have moved a bit fast, but-

He paused in his thinking.

... Did she want this?

The question sent his brain through another tidal wave of thought, though he simply wrapped his arms around her as she shivered again.

Maybe... Maybe she was as curious as he was? Had she not kissed him back at first, he-

*Don't lie to yourself, you probably wouldn't have stopped. All you ever do is take, take, take, and you just proved it. Do you really think she would have given herself to you? Someone like her?*

His jaw tightened, and a low, involuntary growl left his throat.

No. Not 'someone like her'. She wouldn't have agreed if she didn't want to, she would have rathered kick him in the balls if he even attempted to take from her like that. She was strong, not submissive. That's why he-

*That's why you wanted to use her in the first place.*

He froze.

He...

*When you first met her, you even admitted to it. She asked you, and you told her.. You wanted to use her because she was strong, and NOW you're in denial?*

He looked down at her again with wide eyes. He... He did admit to it then, but-

*She's a toy to you. A usable, disposable toy that you just haven't gotten tired of. But you were about to, weren't you? You were about to, and so you found a way to use her again to keep her around until you got the most out of her, because you're a poor, lonely bastard. You were about to get rid of her, just like-*

He suddenly hugged her tightly, a possessive growl forcing itself through his bared teeth.

No.

No, he WASN'T about to 'get tired of her'. He wasn't about to throw her away, and he sure as fuck wasn't using her. Not now, not ever. That mindset flew out the fucking window once he got to know her. No, he WASN'T using her. She was HELPING him. She was helping him of her own volition, at that. She made the choice, not him. She pulled him closer, she took him again and again, and she fell asleep here in his arms. He didn't WANT to use her, especially not like this.

He failed to notice her quiet whimper as the tightness of his arms around her had unintentionally woken her up.

He wasn't using her. He would never be that bad. He would never be as bad as-

"... Karl...?"

Her voice jerked him away from his thoughts, and she jumped as he did in a startled fashion. She reached up to rub her eye, though struggled with the tightness of his hold.

"Th-... That hurts..." she mumbled, tapping on his arm just slightly. He froze, but quickly relinquished his grip on her to let her breathe.

"... sorry..." he managed, keeping his eyes on her. He watched as glanced around before settling her head against his chest again.

He... he had to go. He had to.-

"Ah.. L-... Listen, Emmy... I've gotta go." He said quietly, his voice strained just slightly. She glanced up at him with a frown.

"... Why?" She asked. He feigned a smile.

"What, you can't get enough of me already?" He tried, relaxing as her expression turned to one of annoyance.

"Bloody prick..." she muttered. "Go on, then."

"I just... need to check something. Make sure the line is running right."

She calmed, starting to move herself off him.

"Oh... Should I come with...?" She asked, a genuine question. Her face went red as he reached to hold onto her thighs, giving a quiet gasping whimper as he carefully lifted her off and away. He grunted.

"No need. Stay here for now... Keep the bed warm for me, hm?"

"But I-"

She held onto him as he moved her to the side, another surprised gasp leaving her lips as he suddenly laid her down and rested over her for a few moments.

"I need you to stay here." He said sincerely, his voice quiet as he watched her face slowly turn red. "I... I'll be back. Just go back to sleep."

She stared at him for a moment, an odd concern in her eye. But she finally relaxed, moving her arms to cover herself.

"... Alright..." she replied simply, taking the blanket as he handed it to her. "... Are you sure I shouldn't go back down?"

He pushed himself off the bed, grabbing another shirt and shrugging.

"Consider this one of your long breaks." He joked, looking back with a sly grin. 'You're pushing it...' he thought, but she simply gave a huff before curling up with a soft grunt.

"Fine then..." she sighed, reaching for one of the thicker blankets off to the side.

He said nothing else as she cuddled under the fabrics, only nodding and making his way out the door. But he didn't move as it shut behind him. No, he didn't even flinch. He stood, frozen in place.

... WAS he using her...?

He frowned, finally forcing himself to move. His muscles were rigid as he made his way down into the large shed, pushing open the doors that led into the factory. His brain started working again as he walked.

If he was using her, did she know?

His hands began to tremble, and the metal pieces around him did the same. One question began to rise above the others as his eyes stared at the ground, completely ignoring his own creations he said he had come down to inspect.

If she knew, why did she stay?

#oc #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil oc #resident evil village oc #re8 oc #karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg fanfic #Metalworks fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil village fanfiction #re8 fanfiction #lovelywingsocs #lovelywingsart

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slasherbaby · 3 years ago

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Slasherbaby’s Masterlist (under construction, last updated 3/4/2023)

Stranger Things

➔ Oneshots

Hit Me Baby (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson) Tumblr | AO3

Different (Eddie Munson x trans male reader) Tumblr | AO3

➔ Series

Easy Work (omegaverse steddie)

Munsons, not Harringtons (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson) | AO3

Domestic (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson) | AO3

Avocado (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson) | AO3

Dead by Daylight

➔ Oneshots

Cherry Pie (Danny Johnson x afab gender neutral reader) Tumblr | AO3

Lip Service (Danny Johnson x trans male reader) Tumblr | AO3

Puppy Love (Danny Johnson x gender neutral reader) | Tumblr

Memories (Danny Johnson x gender neutral reader) Tumblr | AO3

Love You (Danny Johnson x gender neutral reader) Tumblr | AO3

Got your Tongue (Danny Johnson x afab gender neutral reader) Tumblr | AO3

Call Me (Danny Johnson x trans male reader) Tumblr | AO3

Zippo (Danny Johnson x gender neutral reader) Tumblr | AO3

Knife Play (Danny Johnson x gender neutral reader) Tumblr

Good Boy (Danny Johnson x male reader) Tumblr | AO3

Soft & Sweet (Dwight Fairfield x female reader) Tumblr | AO3

The River (Quentin Smith, no ship) | AO3

➔ Headcanons

Frank Morrison Kinky Alphabet | Tumblr

Danny Johnson Kinky Alphabet | Tumblr

Random Danny Johnson headcanons | Tumblr

Rough Frank Morrison headcanons | Tumblr

Trans Frank Morrison headcanons | Tumblr

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Lord Heisenberg X Male!OC

New and first story series! This involves a male OC, however be free to use your own name instead. This book won’t exactly follow the plot of RE8, however ideas will be taken from it.

Male!Oc- Leonardo is a 27 year old male that works within a distance village called ‘Village of Ram’. Reason for it’s name is that its hidden away behind many mountains. His job includes being a literacy teacher within a new still-in-construction school. On the side lines he is a journalist, using his findings to post through the Duke to spread around the other villages. However not all his stories can have a happy ending, and I fear the story he’s within won’t go to plan. Would his story be complete with a happy ending, or will he loose- may the pages of his story be turned.

Warnings: Mentions the use of alcohol

Words: 3K

The Slaughter of the Ram

Chapter 1

They all stared at him with a lost look in each and every one of their eyes. Some had heads down, others blinked away any boredom that snuck in through the words that came from his mouth and the rest were whispering amongst themselves with a few giggles escaping. They really didn’t want to be here but they were forced by the leaders of their home to. It wasn’t like they could get education anywhere else.

The sudden chime of a bell ringing had woken most of the young. Them all being swift in gathering their things together. The older male stood with chalk in hand, watching the young pack away equipment such as pencils, paper and books. Smiling at their eagerness to leave his class, with a clear throat he spoke over the loudness that they were causing with their chairs and voices. “Read pages 12 to 16 of ‘Mid-Summer Night Dream’ please in your break!” A chorus of groans left most of their mouths leaving the male at the front to chuckle. “I know you all are enjoying it all!”

“Sir, must we read? It’s Summer break-”

“Since when do we have Summer break here? You know it’s always Winter here Robert.” The girl with a high bun, neatly wrapped with a silk ribbon had spoken up as she gently flicked the boy named Robert on his forehead.

“So, Charity, it’s still Summer-” He shot back, grabbing her wrist before she could give him another flick. She struggled out of his grip, moving her arm about as she smiled at the others playfulness. The oldest male cleared his throat having heads turn towards him. With a silent chuckle, he banged his fist against his chest a couple of times to clear his throat fully before speaking.

“And here I thought you all wanted to go home.” Just as quick as the words left his throat, his future generation had scrambled out of the door and filed into the very small hallways to escape through the front. He stood there for a minute or two, waiting for all the students to leave fully before turning to face his desk and gathering his own equipment and papers to mark. Being in thought about his next meal of the night, he was drawn back out by a knock against wood.

“Knock knock, it’s your favourite.” A feminine voice that had the tone of a mother had spoken from behind him. Placing the last paper into his messenger bag, he stood and turned to face the old visitor with a bright smile. Leaning against his open door was a woman with blonde hair that was slightly mangled from her usual bonnet that she would wear that was now resting on her shoulders. Her green dress with an apron over the top had reached her ankles which feet was accompanied by black doll-shoes.

“Catherine, great to see you. How were the lessons? Heard you have some new sprouts.” The sudden expression change that came from her explained the whole day to him instantly. With a heavy sigh, she placed her bonnet back onto her head and spoke.

“They were terrible. I’m not even joking. They don’t understand how to make soup. Soup I tell you!” she continued to ramble on about her day, expressing her hatred towards the new students and old ones that she herself had to teach for cookery class. “-And then I told her to put her utensils back and-Hey! Are you even listening to me?” A pout fronted her lips, brows furrowed as she stared at the male with arms crossed over her chest as she watched him stare into space. With a harsh nudged of her, he blinked his eyes and turned t face her, hair swaying with his movement. With a smile and neck scratch, he spoke.

“I’m sorry Catherine. All this talk about food is making me thirsty. Say, would you like to join me at the Inn? I’m pretty sure some whiskey would move all your problems away.” He suggested, adjusting his messenger bag over his shoulder and rolling his beige sleeves up to his elbows. With a soft sigh, the woman placed her bonnet on and brushed her dress down, getting rid of any wrinkles easily.

“Only if you’re paying, and I’ll take my usual of scotch thank you.” Together they walked, arms linked out of the room and school that was still being built. The snow wisped around them, being gentler as it lightly touched their exposed skin. With the walk being silent, they could hear the joyful cries of smaller children playing with sticks and others having the usual game of a snow ball fight. The sight made Catherine cringe. “Children, they are so much to handle.” she expressed her hatred through bending down gathering snow and then throwing a snowball at a child that was in her classroom that day. “And that’s for running with a knife!” She exclaimed as the child that got hit only laughed with a thumbs up, using their other hand to wipe the snow off her arm.

“You mustn't hurt the children; they are the reason this village will be up and running still in times yet to come.” The older male spoke, placing his arm back out for Catherine to grab, which she did almost immediately. Catherine sighed and rolled her eyes, tutting at his words.

“Now Leo, you know very much that if these children aren’t taught manners, then how could they ever survive. Haven’t you heard the news from the Village of Shadows?” She asked, however the older male, Leonardo, stayed quiet. She continued as the Inn was slowly getting closer in their reach. “Apparently mutant sorts of dogs have been wandering about, snatching children left and right. A young girl, age 14 I think, was attacked but luckily survived as her father with his buddies shot at the beast. Wicked I tell you, scarily wicked.”

They reached the Inn at the end of her words, a now unsettling aura around them both. Leo pondered to himself, being caught up in his thoughts as usual. ‘If the centre village is being attacked, then why haven’t they cancelled the festival for two days' time?’ Being dragged into the Inn, Leo huffed and coughed slightly at the sudden smell of cigars blocking his nose. The stench was something he had yet to still get comfortable with however he would deal with it for now. Letting Catherine lead him, Leo looked around the now bustling room of other men and woman, some children falling asleep in the wooden booths to small babies nestle in their mothers' grasps. Waving to familiar faces as he passed them, he quickly settles down at the bar as Catherine sat beside him. “Would you look at her,” She sighed dreamily. Watching her line of vision, Leo followed it to have his vision set on a beautiful woman. Long brown hair reaching her hips, a brow dress reaching the floor with a daisy took behind her ear. She was enjoying a glass of water with some other people that Leo hadn’t set a name with the faces.

“I swear we only come here for you to gush over women.” Leo snarked, rolling his eyes at his friends' actions of whistling loudly grabbing the attention of the girl who blushed deeply in return. Leaning back against the bar top, Catherine giggled and she raised her hand up to call for the bar tenders' attention.

“What can I say, women are really pretty and you can't say much, what about you and Aaron? What happened there?” Her question aa caught in the air as she held a finger up to keep Leo silent, telling the bar tender their orders of whiskey and scotch. It was only after the tender had written down their orders that she signalled Leo to carry on as she turned on her buffet to instead sit straight and look at the lines of bottles behind the bar.

With a groan, Leo dropped his head onto the wooden top as he turned his face to look at her. “He let for another village, asked if I wanted to come. I declined and so he left without any trace of a ‘goodbye’ to me.” Catherine pursed her lips together, only for her lips to stretch into a smirk.

“So, writing boy is free to date hmm~?”

“No, I am not. I enjoy being single and I don’t need no man in my life.” Beside him, Catherine held her laugh. Her faced flushed in red as she tried to keep her composure. With a hard slap on his back, Leo jerked up and sat with an angry look on his face. “Hey, what was that for?!”

“I just felt like it. All this talk about love is making me thirsty- EY BAR TENDER, PASS OUR DRINKS WILL YA!” With a nod from the said other, the bar tender came over to them dropping their drinks on the counter and nodding to them. With muttered ‘thanks’ of the best friends, he walked away to tend to other customers.

Both sat in minable silence, the odd talk about classes to talk about summer ideas passed through their conversations. As the night became young, the pace began to get more crowded and louder. Someone had started to play the harmonica, Catherine had wobbled away from Leo in search of the girl she called beautiful, the place began bustling with smokers and soon, Leonardo had turned on his buffet to watch everything go down. Smiling, he watched as happy couples were on the make-shift dance floor as a small band played, children were running in and out of the doorway and the odd student came up to Leo to ask about the pages they must read. “Just those would do, now go enjoy your night and holiday.” With a loose hand shake, the student ran off again into the crowd of people. Leo scrunched his nose as he downed his 4th glass of the night. The fiery taste burned his throat yet he was still perfectly fine. Looking around the room, he spotted multiple photos hanging of ‘Mother Miranda’. She was Somone that his community and others worshipped. She was their god in their eyes. Although Leo didn't quite understand her, he had his own hopes he wished to grant to her however dreaming is one thing to reality.

Just above the doorway was a sketch of his entire village. ‘Village of the Ram’ was quoted at the bottom of the sketch. There were multiple villages in the area, however his village had mostly resided away from Castle Dimitrescu as he remembered. Words between villages was sent through post by the duke. A large man who acted as a father to all. He was sweet, something Leo did find attractive however The Duke was far from his type. If he didn’t travel every day, Leo was sure to find himself maybe even falling in love with him however he treasures the fact both were close friends- but that never stopped him from never getting a discount of the other.

Placing his empty glass back onto the bar top, the noise from the bell of the door along with gasps and the sudden stop of music had caught his full attention. Turning towards where everyone was looking, the door was wide open with a fairly tall man standing in the way. With long strides, the man had walked in, banging the door close behind him. Murmured talk between everyone erupted at the visitor. The free and enjoyable air that was in the atmosphere had let as it was placed with an uncomfortable sense of feeling. “Ignore me will ya.” The deep, husky voice spoke as everyone went back to what they were doing. Music had started to play again as the new visitor had stride his way up.

Leo stared at the man, taking in his features as he walked practically up to him. Not wanting to attract attention to himself, he spun back around on his buffet and asked the bar tender that was nearby to order him another glass of whiskey. The tender placed the glass he was drying down and went to do as commanded. Leo had stated to take notes in his mind. ‘Big guy, sunglasses blocking his vision, fair long stipple of beard growing, really nice grey hair to compliment his face- overall the fucking Lord Heisenberg.’ Thanking again to the bar tender, Leo kept his eyes on his refilled glass that was stirring with his chosen liquid. He tried his best to keep his breathing down as the Lord of the Village of Shadows had taken the seat next to him. With a shaky hand, Leo sipped his drink this time only to have his eyes wander to look at the man beside him. To his shock, he could see behind the sunglasses to have a pair of greenish yellow eyes staring back at him. Pretending he wasn’t looking; Leo slowly turned his eyesight back onto his drink as he placed the half empty shot glass down. “I’ll have what he’s having.” The same deep voice spoke.

Distracting himself from the talk about him, Leonardo ran a hand through his fairly long hazel hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, using a bobble he had solen of Catherine to tie his hair back. Two loose stands fell in front of his face framing his jawline. “Do I get the pleasure of knowing the young man's name?” The lord asked, turning his larger frame to face Leo.

Biting his lip, Leo turned his head to face him, being greeted again with the same eyes that felt captivating. Without a second thought, he spilt his name. “Leonardo- or Leo would do.”

The Lord smiled in satisfaction, a smirk stretching his lips. “So, you are more than staring!” He exclaimed, catching the attention of a few nearby people who were also sat at the bar, however as soon as they noticed it was the Lord speaking, they turned their heads quickly to carry on with their conversation. Biting back his frustration, Leo spoke up in a much harsher tone forgetting who he was dealing with.

“I’ll have you know it was you staring at me first you-”

A hand pulled on his shirt collar, making him look at the culprit. Catherine was there with the woman from before clinging onto her arm. “My apologise Lord Heisenberg, my friend appears to be drunk.”

“I’d have you know I am no light drinker; he was staring at me-” Catherine slapped her hand over his mouth and began to pull on Leo’s shirt.

“Looks like the alcohol is getting to him. C’mon it's time to go Leonardo.” Heisenberg waved the bar tender away as he placed down his drink of the same liquid as Leo.

“It’s quite alright miss, I find your friends attitude towards me quite...intoxicating.” Heisenberg leaned to grab his shot glass, only to down the whole drink in a mere second. Slamming the glass back not the top, he swung an arm over Leo’s shoulder and pulled him away from Catherine’s grasp. “It’s not every day I see new villages with such Firey attitude. I think I may stay around a little longer, what do you say Leonardo?”

Leo groaned; he could start to feel the effect of the alcohol seeping into his blood stream. Oh, to just pass out in Catherine’s arms would be amazing. “You may be a Lord but that doesn’t mean you weren’t staring at me first.”

“Leo, drop it already.” Catherine hissed, bringing the woman on her arm behind her as she glared at Leonardo. Leo shook his head, letting the alcohol take over his movements as he slowly began to get tipsy.

“He looked at me though,” He whined, pouting as he shot a glare of his own at the Lord who smiled in return. Oh, how he was loving this. The way Leo swayed slightly, to his slightly muscled arms being free and on show for him. To say a man was having such an effect on him that he couldn’t understand, he was enjoying every moment of this.

“How could I not look; you are like the Ram of the village aren’t you.” Heisenberg let Leo’s body fall against his, his arms wrapping almost immediately around his front. Catherine shook in her boots; her friend was at the mercy of the lord’s grasp. “Strong arms with an attitude to prove strength by. So fascinating.” Heisenberg hands got tighter as he pulled Leo closer to him, his scent of chalk and a whiff of whiskey became an instant comfortable smell.

Catherine watched her friend in worry, he was getting less sober by the second whilst she was gaining her composure to be sober. “Not to be rude but I think it's time I take my friend home Lord Heisenberg.” Catherine spoke, twiddling her fingers as the Lor stared at her with an unamused look.

“He’ll be fine. This is a 24-hour Inn, right? I’ll stay with him until he wakes up. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to a Ram like him.” Catherine balled her fist. Here her friend was half awake and half asleep and she knew she couldn’t do much against a Lord. She sighed and nodded, trusting him with his words as she turned on her heel and walked away, the smaller lady following her.

Heisenberg turned his attention back onto the male named Leonardo. ‘Such a pretty little thing, too bad you're a little annoying- or maybe it's because of the alcohol.’ Heisenberg thought as he placed Leo’s head onto the counter carefully, letting his whole slightly taller than average frame fall against the counter. Heisenberg watched as he slept, this was sure an interesting interaction.

He only came to here explore the other villages, for Mother Miranda to have some new bodies for the experiments. He never suspected to already be caught up in weird feelings with some random boy. He only knew his name anyway. “Leonardo,” He smirked to himself, pulling out a cigar from his pocket and lighting it. “Leo-...nardo.” He repeated but more slowly this time. The syllabus that rolled of his tongue felt good. The name was perfect. Looking at the sleeping male one more time, Heisenberg took a drag from his lit cigar. “Leonardo, Strongest Ram in the mountains.”

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