#village violence

[indianmovielinks]

JALLIKATTU (2019)

An escaped buffalo triggers a frenzy of ecstatic violence in a remote village. Directed by Lijo Jose Pellissery, who is known as the Master of Chaos.

Stream free & legal here

[frodo-a-gogo]

Let us be brutally honest with ourselves and with eachother for a moment. If he weren't obese you motherfuckers would be capable of percieving evrart claires sexy sexy moral ambiguity and complex charms

[octomint]

boyfriend activities

[tossawary]

Obi-Wan Kenobi in "Attack of the Clones" is incredible. He's bonkers. He jumps out a skyscraper window onto an assassin droid after he specifically told Anakin that they weren't going to investigate. Anakin saves him from a long fall by showing up with a speeder and Obi-Wan just chides him for being late as banter. Anakin outright sincerely says, "You're the closest thing I have to a father," while they walk into a nightclub and Obi-Wan distantly replies, "Then why don't you listen to me more?" and then goes to drink on the job. He mind tricks a random drug dealer into going home to rethink their life. Obi-Wan shows up to Kamino looking like a wet cat and confusedly goes along with the Kaminoans as they show off the clone army that he definitely did not order, and at no point does Obi-Wan or any of the other Jedi seriously bring up the fact that this is a fucking slave army. Anakin gets brought into the arena to join Obi-Wan in being executed by wild animals and Obi-Wan just acts like this is just another Space Tuesday for him and his padawan.

If we're going by the first two prequel trilogy films alone, then it's kind of like, "Yeah, Anakin obviously has a LOT of issues that are not necessarily Obi-Wan's fault, but wow, it kind of looks like Obi-Wan is NOT helping. Why did the Jedi Council let this man raise a child???" Like, sure, let's let the traumatized 20-something raise a traumatized 9-year-old, what could go wrong? Well, Obi-Wan is drinking on the job, apparently, possibly to ignore the fact that Anakin called him his dad. (Again? Doesn't seem like this is the first time!) And Anakin is, uh, immediately making the senator he's bodyguarding soothe and manage his upset emotions for him, before he then repeatedly pressures her into a secret relationship with him despite multiple refusals on her part. So, you know, it could be worse!

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My brother was chasing me around our village, trying to murder me and I, for some reason, thought it was fun.

[cecilioque]

[Unraveled]

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When you don't allow yourself to feel, to cry, to be upset...it builds...and builds....and builds until you snap. No one wants that, no one deserves that.

But when you try to please people and spend all your energy focusing on their well being, there comes a moment where you just break down. You can become one of the ugliest versions of yourself in this moment...

[kyoshi-lesbians]

aang looks so cute in the kyoshi warriors make up

[roominthecastle]

Farnon's hierarchy of worship

[ask-the-four-lords]

To: Lady Dimitrescu

How do you feel about the queer community? Please forgive me for asking but are you part of the community yourself? Do you like violets?

Sincerely, S.B.

Alcina Dimitrescu: Yes, S.B., *in thought, goes with complete honesty* I am in fact very, very gay. *voice dripping with legitimate pride* In the past, some have termed me a lesbian icon. I am completely honored to hold such a position and even more so happy to continually evade the embrace of any and all manthings, repellant creatures they are. You know? In my youth, I actually knew Carmilla? And yes, I absolutely love violets, for many reasons, physical and *emphasized* symbolic. For all my life they have been my second favorite flower defeated only by the rose.

[atopvisenyashill]

“why would elaena marry a dornishman when they’re nasty evil people who murdered her poor innocent brother daeron”

maybe because once elaena grew up she realized that there were better ways of bringing dorne into the realm than violent conquest, and that daeron got the death he deserved from not just a nobility that is valid for fearing subjugation from valyria but also a smallfolk sick and tired of these people showing up every few decades to set their principality on fire, and put aside any anti dornish sentiments she may or may not have harbored as a child to see the way her family had directly attributed to their suffering, eventually even falling in love with and marrying a dornish man??

also, considering daeron ii attempts a type of proto-reparations act in bringing dorne into the kingdom, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that someone as intelligent as elaena would recognize the inherent racism in the targaryen conquest of dorne and especially considering the very loud anti-dornish, deeply anti intellectual faction in the blackfyre rebellions, realized they wouldn’t be kind or understanding of an intelligent woman like herself and had no interest in herself or her daughters (of which she had four!!) getting shoved back into the maidenvault again?

like, daeron i is on some andrew jackson manifest destiny shit, and if it makes me an asshole for thinking “god i wish someone had merked jackson before he genocided & displaced my ancestors, good on the dornish for realizing you can’t negotiate with imperialists” than i am perfectly comfortable being considered an asshole right next to my girl elaena.

[simplegenius042]

Which of my Favourite Fictional Characters Is the Worst One?

Tagged by @icecutioner and @voidika

I'm just catching up on tag games that I'd been tagged in. There'll be one more today.

I'd also like to hear your thoughts on why you think any of the characters above that you think is the worse are in fact the worst out of the lot; whether in the comments or the tags in reblogs. Not mandatory of course.

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @shellibisshe @socially-awkward-skeleton @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @imogenkol @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @titiagls @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @noodlecupcakes + anyone else who'd like to join.

[concussed-to-pieces]

Wolves At The Door; Part Six

Fandom: Resident Evil [Village]

Pairing: Eventual Karl Heisenberg/AFAB!Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

Summary: The man tongued at the inside of his cheek nervously, the faint taste of hot chocolate abruptly cutting through the phantom smell of iron.

A/N: Welcome all, welcome to our sixth installment! Enjoy!

Tag List: @cookiethewriter @amneris21 @topgirl17 @vodkafolie @a-smol-witch @clockworkmidnight @calwitch @silver-quinn01 @velvet-paradox @hijackser @mrs-wolfwood @nonstop-haikyuu @mic-sunderland @somethingthatsaysbubbles @fullofmoonsandstars @stargazerofgoldenwords @imthegreenfairy86 @karlskitten @nitrogennightmare @chunnies @thirstworldproblemss @highly-unknown @tartimaar-bloggeth @thesmartbiscuit @spoopyredacted @crowtrobotx @kotall-ohh

Prelude

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, graphic depictions of mental duress and unprotected sexual acts between two consenting adults. Stay safe!]

Despite his unfamiliarity with the terrain, Karl would say the two of you were making good time. Even with your heavy pack on you were always ahead of him, gliding effortlessly through the snow. It made carrying on a conversation difficult, of course, but he didn't mind the quiet all that much. If anything it seemed to suit the hushed aura of the forest, all noise dampened by the towering forms of snow-covered spruce trees. Intermittent birdsong did break the stillness, as well as the occasional squirrel scolding them from their impenetrable fortresses of boughs. Those interruptions were invaluable to Karl, because it meant that the wildlife was behaving normally.

He had offered to come along because privately, secretly, he was immensely concerned about lycans coming across you while you were out in the woods unattended. It wasn't even a concern at this point, he would grudgingly label it a legitimate fear. So if hauling a sledge loaded with gear and crates of jars was what he needed to do to stay near you, then Heisenberg was going to be as docile as a fucking lamb about it. 

It would be pretty poor form if he let you get eaten by those freaks, especially since you had been so hospitable.

The sun was just barely peeking through the clouds overhead when you called for a halt, settling yourself carefully down on a boulder alongside the vague outline of the road. Karl was grateful for the pause, if only because he wanted to take the moment to get his bearings. Being forbidden to leave Miranda's clutches hadn't done his sense of direction any favors! Oh certainly, he could always feel where north was, but that didn't do much for him if he didn't know where he was.

"If we keep up this pace, we should have no trouble reaching the lean-to before dark." You patted the rocky surface next to your thigh. "Take a breather. The sled's not giving you trouble, right?"

Karl shook his head, dropping onto the rock and taking a sip from the old water bottle you had loaned him. "Light as a feather, sugar." Without his input, his eyes strayed to your lips while you had a drink as well. 

He hadn't minded kissing you at all that fateful evening. If he was being honest, it had been on his mind in a fairly insufferable way. He chalked it up to maybe just some weird development with the cadou; the Black God must have gone up in flames with the rest of the madhouse so it made sense that there would be variances in his cadou's behavior.

He realized he was staring after a moment and averted his gaze, busying himself with dusting some of the snow off the toe of his boot. "What's on the list for supplies, anyhow?"

You squinted upwards at the white sky as if you were thinking hard. "Staples, of course. Sugar, flour, oatmeal, peanut butter, lard... Is there anything specific you want me to add? No promises, but if there's extra credit left over we can prioritize it."

Karl bit his lip contemplatively. Most of the things that immediately came to mind would pose a spoilage problem. "Nah," he said instead. "I'm content."

"We'll impulse buy, then!"

…

The two of you arrived at the halfway point by a little after three o'clock, if your watch was anything to go by. You immediately got to work, unstrapping your boots from your skis and then using your gloved hands to sweep the gathered debris out of the corners of the lean-to. Seeing the usual dry leaves and piles of acorn shells left by the local wildlife gave you a warm feeling of familiarity; though the past year had been so, so odd, some things had stayed consistent. 

"Want me to clear a space for the fire? We could use those leaves for tinder." Karl suggested and you agreed, pointing him in the direction of the folding shovel you had strapped to the sled. The rusty metal barrel base that you had always built the fire in previously was in useable shape, so the man began to excavate the snow from its interior. 

It looked like the lean-to roof had survived unscathed, though a few large limbs rested on top of it precariously. More detritus from that last wild storm that had ripped through the area, no doubt. The small woodpile that you had carefully stacked and covered with a canvas cloth last winter had been toppled as well, but it hadn't done the wood much harm. You were just glad the canvas had gotten caught by the fork of a nearby tree instead of entirely blowing away to parts unknown.

With the base cleared out, Heisenberg began the careful process of coaxing a small fire to life. Luckily whoever had left the barrel had cut the sides high enough to block most of the wind, though Karl did end up reshaping them into more of a curve for added protection.

For your part, you untied the thick wool blanket you had lashed to the bottom of your pack and rolled it out on the concrete floor of the lean-to, then placed both bedrolls down as well. After that, you rummaged around in your backpack for the mess kit and the carefully-packed remains of cured boar meat, getting started on melting some snow for safe drinking water.

Karl sidled up, pilfering a fatty piece of cold gristle and chewing it meditatively. "Where's that road go?" He asked, gesturing at a well-worn track that branched off from the one you followed into town.

You shrugged. "Dunno'. Never checked." Now that he mentioned it, though, the other road did seem a bit more traveled than the last time you had seen it. Maybe you were imagining things; it had been at least a year since your last visit. The trees also appeared to grow thicker together further down that road. Despite their leafless forms, their branches met overhead in an ashen arch that for some reason reminded you of gnarled, bony fingers.

You shook your head at yourself, annoyed with how unnerved you were by trees. Granted it wasn't as if the pines were much better; what little you could see of the greenery on them under the snow read as nearly black against the white foreground. They stood as stoic sentries for their brittle brethren, filling in what gaps remained on the forest floor with their multitudinous, quick-spreading seedlings.

It's just because it's darker over there, you told yourself in an effort to rationalize how weirdly uneasy the road made you feel. It's been a strange year. Vowing to put it out of your mind, you began heaping more snow into the small pot over the fire and then dug back into your backpack. "I brought cocoa," you sang at Karl, flapping the two packets in the air. 

The man practically lunged at you to snatch a packet, his expression one of unbridled delight. You made a mental note to get chocolate chips if you could swing it. Judging from his reaction, his sweet tooth had been neglected a little too long! You didn't anticipate the kiss on the forehead he gifted you in thanks, your face immediately flushing with heat.

Night fell as the two of you settled into an early dinner, and even while you tried to ignore it, you couldn't shake the creeping sensation you felt anytime your eyes strayed to that other road. Karl seemed to be in good spirits though, the man savoring his cup of prefab hot cocoa with the air of a seasoned connoisseur enjoying a decadent treat. 

"We should do this more often." He mused, his words giving you an odd little thrill, only for him to dash the feeling when he continued, "I can't even remember the last time I had hot chocolate." Heisenberg paused, as if attempting to recall. His voice bore an uncharacteristic softness when next he spoke. "Always with a little caramel drizzled on the spoon, so it would melt when you stirred it."

You added caramel to your mental list, taking another sip of your cocoa. "I usually don't bother with premade stuff. The packets get damp sometimes and then it's just wasted product, y'know?" 

He nodded, shifting in place alongside you in the lean-to until his thigh pressed to your own, the man somehow putting off heat that threatened to put the fire to shame. It was a companionable silence that the two of you shared for a while after that, interspersed only with the crackling of the small fire. 

"What time do you usually get to the town?" Heisenberg queried quietly.

"Depends on a few things. I've gotten there as early as one in the afternoon and as late as six at night."

Karl's brow furrowed, the man seeming confused. "What, and you made it back here that same night?"

You realized the source of his confusion and hurried to elaborate, "no no, there's a campground on the outskirts of the town. It's kind of a tourist spot, or at least it was once. The terrain around here attracts a lot of people." You then gestured at the sled full of crates. "Backpackers and those 'finding-myself' types love nothing more than purchasing local goods at inflated prices. That's the only way I managed to strike a deal with Emil."

"Emil?"

"He's the man who runs the supply store in town. He used to buy all the pelts off my family when they would swing back into town after an extended stay at the hunting cabin, but obviously I'm not much one for big game," you sighed. "I'm not sure if he'll even be interested in the rabbit skins this year, truth be told, but no harm in trying. They aren't exactly heavy."

…

You kept melting snow after the two of you had eaten, making sure it was boiled sufficiently before starting to refill your water bottle. His was next, and you sternly told him to finish at least half of the bottle before he went to bed. 

Karl gamely did so, not overly worried himself with dehydration but touched by your concern all the same. "What time are we up?" He asked while you carefully poured the last of the water into an old hot water bottle.

You fastened the plug on the bottle, shaking it a bit to make sure it didn't leak before stuffing the bottle all the way down into the base of your sleeping bag. With that done, you brushed off your hands and offered him your most eloquent shrug. "Probably a little before sunrise? It gets too bright to sleep late out here, even when it's cloudy." Heisenberg nodded, his eyes drawn once more to your mouth when you absently licked your lips and muttered something about needing chapstick.

Stop it, stop it. Frustrated with himself, he once more directed his attention elsewhere. Specifically, towards the darker area down that other road. It wasn't even so much the actual darkness, but the feeling of it. Knowing that it was there whether he looked or not, but also grappling with the sensation that if he looked away, it would somehow change, get larger, swallow the area-

Karl didn't need a map to know that the road led to Miranda's village. It was insidious, an echo of a trace of scent in the air; dull ochre of rust and gray of decay filling his mind with thoughts of his time before you. Deep down he knew he was just imagining it, he had to be. Either that or the bitch was tormenting him from beyond the grave, more mind games just when he had finally started to think he could live peacefully.

The man tongued at the inside of his cheek nervously, the faint taste of hot chocolate abruptly cutting through the phantom smell of iron. Plum spice cake. He found himself willing the pleasant memory to the forefront of his mind: your smile of relief, the way your eyes had looked, cinnamon and sugar and the bright, rosy stains from the plums on his fingertips…

He knew he was being stupid, seeing things that weren't there, but it almost seemed like the waning fire burned a little brighter. You leaned into his side companionably, banishing the rest of his past specters with the simple comfort of your presence.

"Thanks for coming with me." You murmured. "It can be a little spooky out here all alone."

Karl draped his arm around your shoulders. "Don't worry," he assured you with a confidence that he didn't feel, "I'm the scariest shit in these woods."

"Oh of course. Absolutely." You were humoring him, your tone suspiciously dry, but the man ignored the jibe in favor of unzipping his sleeping bag and casually wrapping it around himself. You followed suit, squirming down into your bedroll and then issuing a long sigh of contentment. "I know I'll regret not owning a sleeping pad or something to put my bag on aside from the blanket, but it just feels nice to lay down at this point."

"You can curl up closer to me." Karl offered rapidly before he could think better, grimacing and then amending his words, "I mean, uh, if you get cold."

"Thanks, I'll definitely leech a little heat from you." You laughed, wriggling your sleeping bag over until the two of you were side by side once more. "The hot water bottle can only do so much for me and you don't seem to be suffering from these balmy temperatures."

Karl shrugged, "I don't think my temp can drop below a certain level." The cadou wouldn't allow it, he privately believed. It had nearly killed him with fever responses in the past.

"Keeping yourself warm with static electricity, huh?" 

"What? No, that doesn't even–why do you say things, damn." Karl huffed in bewilderment, narrowing his eyes as you began to snicker. "Fuck you're odd."

"And yet here you are with me. What does that say about you, weirdo?" You mused playfully, coaxing a grudging chuckle out of the older man. "In all seriousness, I tease to let you know I'm okay with…how you are. I may not totally understand how your everything works, but I don't want you feeling like I'm walking on eggshells around you."

Heisenberg opened his mouth, thought better of it and just spread his sleeping bag out over the two of you, burying his face in the nylon so that you couldn't see how red he was positive he had gotten. "Go to sleep." He muttered gruffly, rolling over so that his back was to you. That way, he could keep an eye on the road. It had nothing to do with not letting you gloat over his…embarrassing expression.

…

You woke to darkness and Karl's rumbling snore overhead, so you guessed it must still be in the middle of the night. Your watch let you know it was a few minutes before two a.m., and you shifted your weight as your back began to protest your current position. 

The rustling fabric of the sleeping bag must have woken your companion, because you felt him start. His hand gripped your leg when you tried to move it, so you whispered, "just me."

You didn't get a response, which was a bit unnerving. Karl's hand groped upwards, ending up on your shoulder where he paused, seeming confused. After a second or two of silent fumbling, the man's fingers caught the hood of your jacket and tugged it off. He then rested his hand on the back of your neck, heaving a sigh before using his other arm to pull you bodily against his chest. His mouth pressed a prickly kiss to the area just above your left eyebrow, the facial hair brushing your skin in a way that left you tingling. 

Gods, he was so warm. Despite him keeping his sleeping bag unzipped, he was still radiating heat. You curled up in his arms, accepting a few more haphazard, lazy kisses before the man apparently fell back to sleep. His hold on you tightened momentarily, and then went slack.

You, for your part, simply buried your face in his chest and pressed even closer to him, hooking a leg over his hip to steady yourself. Heisenberg groaned at your movement and you realized suddenly that he was hard. Not only that, but that you had slotted your body against his in such a way that you couldn't really avoid rubbing against him. You, certain that your face was about to burst into flames from embarrassment, attempted to ease yourself back, but a soft, shuddering exhale stopped you in your tracks.

"You keep wriggling on my dick like that, sugar," Karl murmured, now very obviously conscious, "I'm goin' to pin you down."

"Sorry," you squeaked out, "was cold and trying to get comfortable. Didn't mean to wake you." 

Heisenberg rocked his hips into your own, startling a little noise out of you when his rigid cock ground against you. "Well I'm awake now."

"I can tell."

"How about I fuck the two of us to sleep, hmm?" Karl breathed, the filth of his words only amplified by another insistent shift of his pelvis. "Warm you up a little, you poor thing." You stammered momentarily, incredibly flustered, and Heisenberg seized the opportunity to mouth around the shell of your ear. "Trust me sugar, I'll be as gentle as a lamb." He promised in a searing whisper, and you could feel the curve of a wolfish smirk against your skin. 

"Oh." Oh. "B-But we don't…I mean, you want to?" You had to make sure, certain you must have misinterpreted. Somehow. 

"Do you want to?" He asked, the heat still in his words. For a moment you believed you could see the reflection from his eyes in the darkness, as if he was no longer a man but some kind of animal. Hungry, wild and sharp and yet…patiently waiting for your answer.

"I…I do, yes." You admitted softly. 

…

Yes.

Karl no longer cared about the damn darkness that had encroached upon his already-uneasy dreams. He no longer cared about anything really, aside from getting your pants off without tearing them. He got the feeling you'd be a little pissed off with him if he ruined the integrity of your gear. 

Yes. Was it being greedy if you wanted it too?

Gods, he couldn't think straight. How could anyone think straight when they were confronted with something like this? Confronted with the reality that even without intimidating, conniving, taking, he could just…have something. He could have this, without scraping, without scheming. 

You wanted him. It was…beautiful in its baseness. 

Karl had no idea whether this was affection. He would certainly be the last damn person to know if it was, but whatever it was gentled his touch, held his greed at bay for the moment in favor of savoring the sensation. 

Unbidden, however, a memory surfaced. Well, it was more like a piecemeal of dozens of similar interactions. "You're so strong, Heisenberg." Miranda had often sighed, gazing upon the carnage he had wrought in his latest fit of temper. "My special, powerful child."

Strong, that was what he was. He needed to be just to survive the implantation process, and everything after that had served as lesson after lesson beat into his stubborn skull. Karl had grown from a child desperately seeking love into a jaded, spite-filled man driven by the need to both fawn and lash out, alternating between the two methods with a sinking, baleful sense of inevitability to get what he required to succeed. 

I must kill her.

The last thought before his mind had snapped, the last, hateful oath of the man he had been. Maybe it was a little too ambitious to say he had been that man, as if he wasn't still that man. All the progress in the world wouldn't fix the damage that had been done to him, the damage he had done to himself.

"Poor Heisenberg, so strong you ruin everything you touch," Miranda cooed from his memories.

Karl's brow furrowed, fingers flared across your collarbone while he felt your chest heave. "I'm gonna' be real careful with you," he murmured, half to you and half to the echo of the false mother from his past. He offered you a faint smile he was sure you couldn't even see in the darkness, continuing, "bear with me, alright?"

You nodded, your hand grazing his shoulder before coming to rest on his cheek. Heisenberg, without meaning to, leaned into the touch. Something in his chest ached with a foreign need, an unknowable desire he couldn't put words to, and Karl made a soft noise in his throat before he could stop himself.

"Guess the Duke was right," he muttered reluctantly, "seems like you may have tamed me." Your thighs framed his hips and you raised your pelvis to meet his own, making Heisenberg rumble out a curse and seize your pants at the waist, the man yanking them down to your ankles so you could kick them off. "One or two to start?" Karl asked, his mouth pressed to your ear while he tapped two fingers on your stomach. 

"One, please." You requested softly. Karl knew you couldn't see him because you kept focusing your eyes somewhere past his left shoulder, but that was alright. Normal human night vision wasn't exactly something to write home about. He would just be careful.

Please. You had said please. 

Karl bit his lip, walking his fingers lower until he could slide his hand into your underwear. Your body moved without his urging, propping yourself up a little, and you struggled out of your underwear. Then, you were fully exposed to him. 

Heisenberg wasn't proud to say he froze. Despite his bravado, he wasn't exactly knowledgeable when it came to this specific act. He took in the sight of your body for a moment, commiting the visual to memory, and then slid his finger into your waiting entrance. The heel of his palm ended up pressed to your pubic mound and you were hot, so wet, Gods, his mouth was suddenly dry. 

You whimpered something, fingers plucking at his clothes in the dark and Karl settled into a slow, plunging rhythm with his hand. Back and forth, curling his index and gently rocking the heel of his palm over your clit, the man eased himself against you, into you. For what he would argue was the first time in his life, Heisenberg let himself be led. Your reactions were his heading; soft sighs or nails digging into his arm or sweet, needy kisses that left him struggling for breath…it all urged him onward and Karl almost mourned the debaucherous moment. Somewhere deep in his soul he knew that this was important, gravely important, there would only be one time to do this right.

Should he lose himself and hurt you, even accidentally…that would be it. He would never trust himself near you again, would never take another risk like he was taking right now. And so, the man did his best to be tender. Clumsily, motions unsure and hands trembling a little despite his attempts to steady them, but his best all the same. Making certain you were ready before he inserted the second and third fingers, letting you beg and plead with him before he finally allowed you to unzip his pants, cautious. Everything moved at a maddeningly slow pace, yet you didn't push him at all. Your requests were gentle, honeyed with want and braced by the steely heat that he loved…that he enjoyed so much about you.

If he didn't know any better, Karl would have thought that you could hear what was going on in his head.

…

Even after you helped him shove his pants down, Karl continued to work his fingers inside you. "Let me know when you want me." He muttered, and you felt his free hand clench into a nervous fist beside your hip.

"You're b-being awfully considerate," you pointed out, more than a little breathless as his thumb rubbed circles around your clit.

"Bare minimum. I'm not small and I don't want to hurt you," was the curt reply. 

"Can I…?" You trailed off, your face hot even while your hands rested on the outside of his thighs. 

"'Can you…?'" Karl taunted, making you puff out an annoyed sigh and slide your hand over the divot of his right hip. Christ, if you weren't already used to how warm he was, you might have been concerned. 

"Yeah, can I?" You mocked him right back, your palm pressed to a promising thatch of curls. 

Karl hitched in a breath through clenched teeth and his fingers stilled inside you. "Y…Yeah. Please." His voice was so soft you nearly missed him saying it, practically a whisper. 

A little stunned by the sudden change, you just nodded, assuming he could see you in the dark better than you could see him (which was not at all, by the way). "Spit or dry?" You asked, unprepared for the groan he let out at your simple query. 

"Fuck, sugar, spit please, m'sorry." He mumbled, burying his face in your shoulder and plunging his fingers inside you with renewed vigor. 

"Shh, I asked because I know it matters to some people," you tried to soothe him, confused at his apology but more than willing to acquiesce. Plus, if he kept moving his fingers like that-! Well, it was only fair that you oblige him in what he liked, he had been so considerate and thorough. 

You licked your palm, pausing and letting a little extra saliva pool in the creases. Then, you reached out, seeking blindly with your other hand until you located his groin. 

Oh. 

He certainly hadn't been selling himself short. You swallowed hard and Heisenberg choked out a laugh against your neck, obviously guessing what you were reacting to. "Sorry, sugar. Tried to warn you." He breathed. "Should we scrap the whole idea?"

"No." Your voice was louder than you intended it to be and Karl laughed for real this time, a little hysterically but you couldn't really blame him. Unable to articulate something to get your sincerity across, you chose to simply close your slick fingers around his cock. It throbbed in your grip and Karl's laughter turned into a moan, the large man panting into your neck while you stroked him. His hips kept pumping forwards into your palm and he slurred out a swear when you swept your thumb over the head of his dick, his free hand fumbling to shove up your shirt so he could toy with your breasts.

"I want–to fuck you." It sounded like he was having difficulty speaking, but maybe you were just having difficulty comprehending. This was more stimulation than you'd had in years and you were finding it nearly impossible to focus on one sensation, your mind adrift in a haze of different pleasures. The rub of his fingers, the rough skin of his palm grazing one of your nipples, his voice grating out the request he had issued…it was almost too much to handle. "Sugar. Please–want to fuck you."

Please. That word, spoken the way that it was, made your pussy clench down on his fingers. You exhaled raggedly, caught off guard by your own reaction. "Okay." You breathed into his ear, "okay."

"Tell me you want me." He ordered, and you were sure you saw that faint eyeshine once more. "Please, sugar, lemme' know you want this. I just…I need to know."

"I want you." You assured him, whining unintentionally when he withdrew his fingers. Karl ducked his head, swiping his tongue over one of your nipples while you tried your hardest to get your hand to cooperate and line him up. Teeth teased at your nipple, making you sob out an embarrassingly loud, "fuck, please!", and Karl snarled in reply to your desperate noise. Finally you felt him nudge your entrance, but you were so wet his cock slid upwards to bump your clit instead, the hot pressure making your whole body quiver. 

Heisenberg took himself in hand then, gently tapping your clit with the head of his cock and chuckling at the way you writhed pitifully underneath him. "Exhale for me now, sugar. Nice and slow," he coached, his voice almost maddeningly soft. Obediently you complied, and you felt the tip of his cock breach you. Overhead, Karl swore again, his body surging forward momentarily before quickly halting. "Fuck, sorry, sorry." He apologized breathlessly, then, "you're so wet sugar, fuck's sake."

"Good thing, too," you managed to respond, your ankles hooking into the back of his thighs so you could urge him deeper. Karl nearly toppled over, just managing to catch himself with his hands, and you tipped your head back in ecstasy as his hips met your pelvis. A low, wordless cry made its way from your mouth, the noise exclusively born of wanton need, and your nails dug into the back of Karl's shirt. "Yes," was all you could think to gasp against his cheek and Karl growled, snapping his hips forward.

The pace he set would have been absolutely punishing if it was anyone else doing it. You were still pretty sure you'd have bruises in the morning, but you couldn't bring yourself to worry about them. As Heisenberg panted and rutted himself against you, your mind was, for one blessed moment, utterly devoid of thought. You surrendered wholly to being cherished in the most feral way, and you let Karl work you through to your climax while chanting his name in his ear like a prayer. The man reached down abruptly, his thumb rubbing your clit, and you had to bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming as you came apart at his touch. 

Karl shuddered violently at the bite, quickly withdrew himself from your body and began to stroke his cock. "Where?" He rasped, his voice wrecked. 

You pressed your breasts together, hearing him groan seemingly in response. Then, the tip of his cock was bumping into the base of your breasts, his knuckles grazing your abdomen as he rapidly moved his hand back and forth. "Come for me, Karl?" You begged softly, listening to his breathing stutter. Karl started muttering curses one after another with no real rhyme or reason, his motions getting more and more frantic. Something began pooling beneath your breasts, the hot fluid making you shiver. 

Heisenberg snapped to a halt and you felt his cock twitch as he came. "Oh, oh fuck." He panted, thrusting his dick absently up into the valley of your breasts. "Fuckin' hell, sugar." His come smeared with his movement, some of it dribbling down your side and making you yelp due to it tickling. Karl flinched at your sound, clapping a hand to your ribs and then issuing his own noise of dismay. "Shit, sorry, sorry sorry, I'll–here, my sleeve, I can just-" he fumbled to wipe at the drips and you couldn't help your laughter, batting his hand away.

"I've got it, I've got it." You continued giggling, muscle memory guiding you through the dark to the front section of your backpack where you kept some spare cloths for washing up. "Always prepared for any occasion. Including getting railed in the woods in the dead of night."

"Aren't I lucky." Karl remarked dryly. You found your mouth captured by another kiss, the man whispering, "get some rest, sugar. I'm not gonna' go so easy on you next time." 

"Next time?" You asked curiously after he pulled away, the man settling in alongside you while you were doing your best to mop up the mess that was migrating towards your stomach. 

"Yeah. Next time." You felt Karl's shoulder shift against your own in what was clearly a shrug. "If you want, of course." 

You retorted, "I'll let you know if I can walk in the morning," making him snort. "Let's hope for the best, okay?"

"Mmhm." Heisenberg's arms wrapped around you, the man pulling you into his chest once more. 

Without really thinking about it, you reached upwards and started stroking the back of his head. Your fingers gently untangled some of the knots in his hair, smoothing the messy, wavy strands back into some semblance of manageability. Karl went still against you for what seemed like an overly long time, and then suddenly a trembling sigh issued from him, his breath gusting out over your head. "This okay?" You whispered, somewhat concerned. "Not pulling or yanking on your hair, right?"

"I…" Karl hesitated, as if he was struggling with something. "Never had anyone touch me like that, that's all. Caught me off-guard."

Your chest ached at his admission, and you caught yourself biting your lip to stave off the tears. "Well," you finally said, proud that your voice didn't waver, "I'll do it whenever you'd like."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." 

"I'd…I'd like that, yeah. I-If you want to. If it's not a nuisance." He was speaking painfully slow. "Sorry, I'm uh…I'm not used to this. You can forget about it, if you want."

"You're fine." You murmured. You ended up finger-combing his hair until the two of you fell asleep, your face buried in his chest and Karl's arms still holding you tightly.

Part Seven

[atanxdoesstuff]

nejisasu doodle! a universe where the hyuuga's slavery bs doesn't get ignored and Neji and Sasuke are better off for it (and also they're married)

[daxdraggon]

I have no explanation other than, but what if you had to Deliver The Final Blow to unmutating Heisenberg and it was kind of gay and feral?

[vexx-the-egg]

I actually love people referring to Buggy as "the evil clown" because one piece is so long I genuinely forgot that buggy kills people for fun.

[veri-berri]

The short and not-so-sweet story of how my little castle maid gets the scar on her face ❤︎

I love the horror aspect of Lady Dimitrescu, can you tell?

This one is marked as mature because I worry abt startling or upsetting anyone with my work, I know not everyone is super fond of really cruel characterizations of Lady D, but we do violence here.