#the rose will bloom untouched by the fire

[paragon-arthur]

Been meaning to put this to words, but Draco is so good because she's so Nero.

She doesn't change herself to fit into Chaldea's structure, to become another chess piece. She got too much of that under her mother's thumb.

She says she will stay a Beast. Unlike Tiamat and the other playable Beasts, Draco does not compromise on her own self.

She acts as arrogant as Nero- perhaps more, even. She is clearly somewhat selfish and self centered as Nero, yet she does not apologize. Less 'UMU' and more of what made Nero so compelling in the first place.

She refuses to change herself for ANYONE. Instead, Draco makes it clear that instead of losing herself i.e. turning to an Alter Ego, she will remain a Beast.

Because to deny her Beasthood means to hide Draco's true self.

And what she really wants is to be free. Free to be HERSELF.

[otkuhotgirl]

─── 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓 .

# with donquixote doflamingo.

the man who conquered it all could not have predicted the boredom that came with settledness. yet, fucking you with an audience was entertaining enough.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day thirteen. smut (mdni!). dacryphilia. humiliation kink. voyeurism. slapping. drugging. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 2.5k

don quixote doflamingo was an untouchable man, for neither the government nor a commoner had enough power and influence to rival one beyond a celestial — a king. that who would grow into the commander of all, rather than the mere master of a meaningless kingdom; that whose future was trailed to conquest. comfort had been the most prominent gift offered by power, yet with it came boredom. those who dared defy him could not match the strength of the weakest members of his family, let alone a single one from his elite officers. arrogance could lead him so far before the settling of inevitable dullness. a warlord; a king; a dragon. despite the revolt born from the reminiscence of his past, being honest with himself, the age of pirate life, dangerous-filled, at least had a tinge of excitement to it. the settling down that came with the successful crafting of an empire was a disappointment that, although predicted, remained frustrating.

doflamingo was unused to the process of yearning, for his seizing of what was wanted was immediate. he had been a child famished for prestige and vengeance; a teen striving for riches; an adult who at last conquered it all, yet it was far from enough. not a thing in the world could quite affect him; how one could bother the man who had whatever his heart desired? he pondered on the perspective of conforming to the scenario at hand — until you showed up.

he claimed you as he did most things throughout his life — coercion with threatening innuendos and promises of violence. you were neither given a choice nor an escape route; he craved you, therefore he would have you. the fact that you were so willing to submit was but a treacherous, laid-out trap. you behaved as though an innocent rose — innocent, willing, made to be ravaged — and once doflamingo grew used to your presence, adoration overcoming lust; having you as the favorite doll on his shelf; you surprised him with the serpent hidden underneath the petals.

the carnal endeavors were not exclusive. doflamingo made it clear that he could have you and countless others, daring to command you to remain by the pool while he had women piled on his lap. you were unfazed — ever his obedient pet — until his passion bloomed, meaning you were no longer expendable: you were his lover; a member of his family. once you realized that, said viper fangs dug through flesh and injected its poison into his bloodline. so long as you existed, doflamingo could be affected; the downfall of a god. and you were far from unaware of that privilege — especially once he ditched other women, for they were not you.

the first time you had pulled that move was during a warlord reunion — boring, catastrophic. doflamingo had brought you along for the merest sake of flexing his lover, yet the brief lack of explicit affection altered the function of your character to those who observed without context.

to them, you were but a supposed crewmate; a subordinate meant to aid were things to go sour. as a consequence, within the merest blink of an eye, you were found not by his side — but rather entertaining crocodile’s advances. doflamingo was well-aware of the distaste the fellow warlord felt for him, and enough a smart individual not to underestimate said man’s intelligence. the crystalline flirting had been a mute, mutual decision to vex him; to force him into discomfort.

doflamingo half-expected the rage to consume every nerve at the sight of another’s hand on your body; to have a languid tongue of fire teasing the flesh of his heart. yet that had not been the case. the man was surprised at the realization of his own amusement at the sight, the treacherous trail of his thoughts, treading on the image of crocodile’s fingers on your flesh; fragments of sand blooming goosebumps on your arm. crocodile would never steal what was his; doflamingo would wrap strings around that neck without second-thought was he to dare claim you. a full-blown fight would be interesting, although with predictable results — doflamingo would emerge victorious, as per usual.

the man untouchable granted a weakness of ridiculous character. at the end of such a reunion, doflamingo ravished you on the ship throughout the entire return to dressrosa — and that had been the most exhilarating experience he had in ages.

doflamingo had no need to express said desire. you noted it through the manner with which his touch shifted — the applied pressure, the rough, erratic pace of his cock pistoling itself inside. you were given mute, explicit permission to misbehave, doflamingo wanted you to flirt and lure others into his web; drew pleasure from the desperation in their eyes upon the realization of who was the man you belonged to. whenever you were to leave, doflamingo had the servants paint your skin with black-ink in swirling patterns. he’d accompany you; hidden, amused. observing as those men’s fingers stained the texture of your flesh, digits indicating where you were touched. doflamingo did not care about those men whatsoever, murdering them as soon as they dared cross a line.

rather than wiping the ink, he’d throw your back against the pool of blood and claim you then and there — forcefully mingling black and red into your flesh, adding the white of his cum thereafter. oftentimes he’d have the men alive, forced to watch his cock entering your cunt; to hear your delicious moans. his strings would wrap itselves around their throats; slice their flesh. and then — only then — would doflamingo tear your clothes off, expose your nipples to his eyes. it was better when said individuals were commoners; low-lifers. self-proclaimed important men were arrogant enough to withstand the weight of his presence; stupid enough to dare touch covered inches of flesh where the ink had not reached. his excitement would be maculated by the rage, born from said display of impertinence, and if one was to be fair the enticement lost its appeal when he was forced to face such smugness. allowing you to participate in the diplomatic dinner with the marine forces had been an error, for vice-admirals were not quite as often moral as those who occupied a higher position in the hierarchy. the man was strong — drunk, too — and you had him wrapped around your finger, serving him wine; trailing your index down his chest. the man was served the most delicious meals; offered the most matured alcoholic beverages. and, unbeknownst to him, had the king of dressrosa’s lover in his lap.

doflamingo clutched his bottle, erection enclosed by the fabric of his underwear. the vice-admiral nudged your neck with his nose, and doflamingo smirked when your eyes trailed to his own, angling your head in order to give the officer a better access to your skin. he could not kill that man — too important; too risky — a fact you were well-aware of, forcing his hand without second thought, daring him to persevere. he clicked his tongue, spreading his legs under the table and not minding enough to suppress his delighted grunt when the tip of your heel reached his shaft. in order to do so, you moved your ass where you sat on the vice-admiral’s lap, and when his eyes filled with lust, doflamingo’s fingers twitched, a single string teasing your neck. he could not touch that man, but you — you belonged to him. doflamingo was allowed to treat you as he pleased.

he tied the string around your chest, forcing your cleavage to spill out. the vice-admiral’s eyes glued to it, whereas doflamingo’s glance tethered itself to your face. you grinned in pure delight, grinding against the drunk man’s cock on purpose — in such a bliss that he remained unaware of the cat-and-mouse game happening in front of him. he tightened the grip on your throat, drawing pleasure from your hooded eyes. doflamingo tugged at the string ever-so-slightly, forcing your chest forward into the table, aware that the vice-admiral’s tip would poke at your ass. he grunted at the thought, feeling the first drops of his pre-cum that all but stained the fabric of his underwear.

“how do you like the wine?” he inquired, drowning his throat with it, observing the vice-admiral’s vicious glance.

the man seemed to have been reminded of the character of his visit — to form a deal between the warlord and the government; not to get a hand wrapped around his cock. yet, he struggled to remain composed; to focus where it mattered.

“it’s delicious,” he answered, though his eyes were glued to your figure.

doflamingo snapped his fingers, calling a servant in. the woman brought yet another bottle, and with the vice-admiral’s attention elsewhere, it was easy to pour droplets of a strong somniferous into the wine. a flick of his fingers had the bottle sliding through the table into your seat, and you raised an eyebrow.

“doffy,” you complained. “we were having fun.”

“pour it,” doflamingo demanded, and you all but scoffed — an attitude he’d correct later-on.

rather than doing it so, you parted his lips open with your thumb, convincing him to open his mouth. you poured the beverage inside, forcing him to swallow. doflamingo’s cock twitched as a string of red wine dripped down the vice-admiral’s chin, and he all but relaxed, though quite awake still, as if stuck into a particularly odd dream. the second the other’s grip on you loosened, doflamingo tapped on the table’s surface, and you knelt upon it, driving yourself towards him as though a mischievous cat. he licked his lips, well-aware of the vice-admiral’s state of dazed consciousness. he kicked the table’s leg, forcing you to fall face-straight into his chest.

“fun,” he echoed, gripping your nape and thighs. “i doubt a marine would know the meaning of fun, little bird.”

you hummed, burying your nose in his neck. “should we teach him, doffy?”

doflamingo laughed, angling his chair in order to give the drugged vice-admiral the full sight of what was about to happen. he would not dare remove your shirt, for not another deserved to have your breasts etched into memory; more importantly, you hadn’t worked enough for your nipples to be worth the attention of his tongue. instead, he raised the hem of your dress and tugged at the waistband of your underwear, unable to contain the excitement.

“tear it off,” he teased, brushing his erection against your covered cunt. you mewled, starting to move as if to remove your panties. “stupid, little bird. i told you to tear it.”

his hand forced your chest to meet his, and his long tongue darted out from his mouth to lick your cheeks. doflamingo’s grip was but a cage, and your fingers struggled to rip those panties — an order he would have no problem in accomplishing were the roles reversed.

“can’t handle it yourself, little bird?” he teased, rutting his hips in order to tease your entrance. you whined, meeting his pace; grinding against his cock.

“doffy,” you mewled, ceasing the movement of your fingers for the sake of your brief pleasure.

“what, you think shoving those panties aside would be enough?” he mocked, resting his back on the chair. “i’m an important man.”

the glance you sent his way was anger-filled; frustrated. he ignored it, grunting at the sight of your struggling figure, all but laughing throughout the time demanded for your underwear to be ripped in half. doflamingo smirked, satisfied with your desperation. he refused to offer any sort of aid, comfortably resting while you were forced to remove the lower-half of his clothes — managing to lower it down only enough to free his cock from its confines.

“pathetic,” he spat, gripping your throat; forcing your glance to meet his. “that’s why you resort to low-lifers, is it not? you’re a whore at your core, little bird, unworthy of a king.”

his palm met your face; a powerful slap that had your head angled to the side with sudden violence. you moaned, leaning into his touch regardless of the strength dwelled upon it.

“were you turned on?” doflamingo inquired, gripping your chin. “when his cock poked at your entrance, were you dripping wet?”

“no, doffy,” you stated, tearing up due to the aggressiveness poured into the touch.

he laughed, moving his head with certain disappointment. doflamingo snapped his hips, forcing his erection to settle amidst your folds, the wetness that enveloped the sensitive flesh of his tip causing him to grunt with sheer desire, increasing the pressure applied on your chin.

“lying slut,” he accused, gripping your hips to guide the grinding of his cock. “look at how wet you are.”

“only because you were staring at me,” you countered through a shrieking shout. he laughed, despite the painful state of his erection.

“is that so?” doflamingo taunted. “a pathetic excuse of a creature aching for a god’s cock. how egotistical.”

“doffy—”.

“beg for it,” he snapped, teasing your lips open with the tip of his tongue.

“please, doffy,” you pleaded, rolling your hips with a moan and an arch of your back, failing to please yourself without further aid. “i need you, i need your cock.”

“to do what?”

“to fuck me! please, make me cum, doffy. only you can.”

“pitiful,” he continued, raising your hip ever-so-slightly to shove his cock inside. you gripped his shoulders, searching for equilibrium, and shouting as his girth split you open.

doflamingo was a man whose height surpassed that of the common average — as a consequence, the same could be applied to the length and width of his shaft. in order not to cause greater pain to his lover, certain particularities needed to be considered. a proper teasing beforehand to guarantee natural lubrication; gradual insertion to avoid sudden stretching. yet, he did not care about that in such an instance whatsoever, merely licking the tears that traveled through your cheeks, bruising your cervix with his tip.

without further ado, doflamingo forced you to move; to bounce on his cock. he raised your figure to pistol his erection from the base to the tip, tearing your walls; demolishing from the inside-out. you moaned, and doflamingo angled his head to meet the unfocused glance of the vice-admiral, grinning as the room filled with the sound of his balls meeting your ass. the increase of your pace; the way your fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders. you were nearing your release, and doflamingo settled back, no longer thrusting into you.

“doffy!” you shouted, and he didn’t hesitate to slap your face as a reprimand.

“who do you think you are, whore?” doflamingo snapped. “if you want to cum, work for it.”

your legs trembled; constricted. his back met the chair, hands above his nape. your breasts matched the pace of your bouncing, restless and without proper rhythm. sweat emerged on your temples, leisure movements that did nothing to soothe the tide of crippling desire that had your essence coating his monstrous size. doflamingo clicked his tongue with nitid disappointment, gripping your throat. his erection retrieved from your walls the second he forced your back against the table, only to be yet again shoved inside without ceremonies, causing you to shout due to both pain and pleasure.

“how useless,” he noted, licking his lips at the sight of his cock, the poking tip ever-so-visible through your stomach. “can’t even get yourself off.”

“i am,” you sobbed, legs spreading open as your walls clenched around his erection. “need you, please, young master!”

doflamingo grunted, tilting your head up; angling your sight of vision to have you facing the vice-admiral. “if you dare stop to look at him once, you won’t get to cum.”

you moaned and nodded your head, tethering your glance to the man in question. doflamingo’s pace had the table scratching against the ground, your back arching once his thumb applied pressure on your clit. at each given thrust, he bruised your insides further; walls swallowing him whole; g-spot finding no reprieve whatsoever. doflamingo kept his eyes tethered to your face, grunting, for your attention was offered to another. his cock twitched; his expression contorted into one of sadistic pleasure. he did not bother to warn you of his nearing bliss, instead allowing his cum to smear your insides, thrusting himself with regained ruthlessness as he rode the epiphany of his orgasm.

once he was done, doflamingo sat back yet again, removing his shaft from your cunt without further thought. you gasped due to the extreme revolt, supporting your weight on your elbows.

“you told me i’d get to cum,” you complained, and doflamingo wrapped a string around your thighs, tugging you closer.

“if you worked for it,” he pointed out, grinning. “and you haven’t; not yet. what will you do, little bird?”

[notastraykid]

Winding Road

Pairing: non idol Chan x fem reader (talked about only) Genre: Angst Warnings: Death of fem reader implied

Chan’s days were woven with the threads of routine and remembrance. Each morning, as the sun cast a golden hue over the city, he would set out on the same winding road that led past a house that once brimmed with laughter, love and promises of forever. It stood there, silent and stoic, a testament to what had been and what could have been.

The house was like a beacon, pulling him towards it with an invisible force. He knew every crevice of its walls, every creak of its floors. Memories flooded his mind with each step he took; memories of tender touches, whispered promises, and shared dreams. But time had been a cruel thief, snatching away his beloved into the eternal slumber. He knew that the unrelenting tide of life had carried her beyond his reach and he would be forever without. ‘Time would heal’ he was told, ‘eventually you’ll be able to move on with your life and be happy again’. In his heart, he knew they meant well, but how could he explain that every fibre of his being was intertwined with hers? That moving on felt less like healing and more like leaving a piece of himself behind? So he continued his daily pilgrimage, a testament to a love that refused to be left in the past. As he passed the house each day, he allowed himself a moment to pause, to feel the ache of loss and the warmth of nostalgia, conflicting but welcomed. He knew he would never cross its threshold again or gaze into eyes that mirrored his soul, completing his heart. But in his half heart, he carried a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, love could find a way back. And so, Chan walked on, following the road not to reach a destination but to honour a journey that had shaped him. In his pining, there was pain, but also beauty in the memories. As he walked the familiar path, his thoughts often wandered to the soft caress of a hand against his, the gentle press of lips in a kiss that promised forever. The house, with its shuttered windows and silent walls, held echoes of tender moments spent under the shelter of its roof. Sometimes, he could almost hear the faint melody of their favourite song dancing in the air, a ghostly serenade that spoke of love’s sweet refrain. He remembered nights spent under the stars, wrapped in an embrace that felt like coming home and evenings cuddled by the fire as the rain battered the windows. They would dance in the kitchen, barefoot and care free, as their dinner simmered on the stovetop. Their days would almost always end in evenings on the porch swing, sharing their future dreams and wishes that would now never happen. Though the pain of loss was sharp, it was entwined with the sweetness of love that had once blossomed in that very place. The winding road was not just a path of sorrow but also a trail of rose petals, each one a memory of passion and connection. As the seasons changed, so did the house. Its paint peeled, its garden overgrew and the wood on the porch swing had begun to rot, and yet Chan’s ritual remained unaltered. The road seemed to grow longer with each passing day, his steps heavier, as if he carried the weight of his lost love on his shoulders. As snowflakes began to gently blanket the world in white, Chan made his way to the house for what he knew would be the last time. He stood before it, the cold biting at his skin, and let out a breath that hung in the air like a whispered goodbye. He pulled his scarf closer around his neck. With a heart heavy as stone, he reached out to touch the gate that had once welcomed him with open arms. It was then that he noticed a single rose, defiant against the frost, blooming where once there had been many. Tears welled in his eyes as he realised that this rose was a symbol of their love. It was beautiful but solitary, enduring yet ultimately fleeting. He left the rose untouched as a silent tribute to a love that had warmed his heart even in the coldest of times. He turned away from the house, knowing he would never return. His heart would never heal but time had moved on. The winding road stretched out before him, leading him away from his past and into an uncertain future where her memory would be both his solace and his sorrow.

[henriediosa]

The Princess of Lucifer / 悪��娘 (Aku no Musume) original music and lyrics by mothy / 悪ノP jazzwaltz version by 情熱Ｐ / てとてと arrangement by Desconico vocals by SOLARIA (Lite) on Synthesizer V Studio Basic from a UST by Masao-san https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Jd73E95dy4 tuning, mixing, video, illustration, additional vocals, and translation by Henrie Diosa

I'm not kidding when I say this project is at least ten years in the making. I fell in love with the Evillious Chronicles as a little nerd in high school, and I was already working on translated English lyrics. Vocal synths as a technology have come so far since then, and so have I as an artist, so I'm really happy that now I can make the videos I've always dreamed of making.

links, credits, and lyrics under the cut!

His Significance of Existence: on tumblr, on youtube Fallen Angel: https://youtu.be/W4Rq9ZIasO0

SVP and instrumental/off vocal: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/17c_Zo2s6uQB4wSAzPRVpDUOjl-2qrNn6?usp=sharing

Image Credits: The Metropolitan Museum of Art Open Access Abstract Ink Drops and Spread on Wet Paper Free Video from Vecteezy Rose Flower Seamless Pattern from @Helenlane Dreamstime.com

The folks on Ko-fi saw it first! I have a membership tier on Ko-fi that helps me afford meds and have the space to make art. I was also posting demos of the music and sketches of the art while I was making them. You can join the minamahal at ko-fi.com/henriediosa

Lyrics:

[So! On your knees.]

Once upon a time in a land far away, Was a kingdom of every evil in the world. Sitting at the top, she who always had her way, Was a queen in yellow, a fourteen year old girl.

A palace well furnished, a show of her means A servant her mirror, and loyal to the throne A thoroughbred named Josephine Everything, yes, everything, she claimed as her own

When there's no money left for what she wants “The people have no bread? Let them eat cake!” she’d sneer Anyone who dared oppose would meet her commandants She makes her dissenters disappear!

[So! On your knees.]

Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Brilliant, iridescent, dignified Over the pitiful weeds she looms Let them rot, let them die, let them nourish her pride

Our little tyrant had her heart set on a prince From the blue land of Marlon, across another port But his heart had been promised long since To a girl from the green Kingdom of Elphegort

Emerald went Her Majesty in envy, and she called For an audience with the Minister of War Said in a soft voice that left him appalled "I want to see the green kingdom burn."

Thousands of homes turned to ash in the Hunt Thousands left mourning for millions of lives Uncountable suffering out on the front But the queen never heard their cries

[Oh, is it teatime already?]

Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Furor, fire, and genocide Around the lesser flowers’ tombs She's untouched, all her thorns protect her with pride

[We live in a world where some are born to rule, and some are born to be ruled. If everyone were equal, society would collapse. Somebody has to keep those filthy peasants in their places. ]

Finally the years of suffering quietly end Finally the people's hatred stirred up too much to ignore On they rose, led by a rose-red woman and her friends On the people marched, into the palace and the court

Low Lucifenians on fire with rage Against royal soldiers exhausted from the war Screaming for justice and hungry for change, Armour and swords posed no threat anymore

Into the palace, all doorways flung wide All her rats ran away, none remain "Take the queen!" the rebels cried And at last they had her in chains!

[What do you think you’re doing? Unhand me, you ruffians! Let go!]

Aku no hana, an evil flower blooms Pensive and quiet, cast aside Watching her paradise meets its doom And fall with the weight of her sins and her pride

Once upon a time in a land far away, Was a kingdom of every evil in the world. Sitting at the top, she who always had her way, Was a girl in yellow, a fourteen year old girl.

They set her death to three hours after noon When the bells rang "Rerum, Deus tenax vigor" Did that girl, alone in her room Think of all of the sins she must answer for?

Full of hope and fear, now the church bells strike three Now the girl walks out, head held high to the world And the crowd jeered and jabbered, but she made no last plea She smiled with her last words:

[Oh, is it teatime already?]

Aku no hana, an evil flower died Brilliant, iridescent, dignified La fille du mal, so they call her, but I'd Not insult the ghost of the princess of pride

[jazzyvlogs]

Fireball

(Not beta read- just something I wrote while down) In a world in which the green flu is no more and everyone moved on. Well....not everyone.

The cold morning air clung to Nick's weary bones as he awoke with a start, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. The cabin's walls whispered tales of time gone by, a silent witness to the scars etched into Nick's soul. A dream had unraveled in the recesses of his restless mind, a dream that brought back echoes of laughter and an unmistakable southern drawl.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Nick rose from his makeshift bed. The years of survival in a world that had long forgotten its own heartbeat bore lines on his face. He made his way through the cabin. Purposefully, he avoided casting a glance at the fractured mirror leaning against the wall; he was well aware of the reflection it would offer. Streaks of stress-forged gray, an unkempt and unshaven appearance, and eyes devoid of vitality. The door emitted a low creak as he stepped into the muted symphony of nature reclaiming its domain.

The field stretched out like a canvas painted in hues of tranquil melancholy. A carpet of dew-kissed grass, verdant and tender, whispered tales of the earth's silent resilience. The white flowers, delicate and ethereal, stood like sentinels, their petals gently swaying in unison with the whispering breeze. Each bloom held a silent promise, a testament to the passing of seasons and the enduring beauty that persisted despite the desolation that had once gripped the land.

The cabin, perched atop a weathered hill, overlooked the expanse with a stoic grace. Its timeworn facade told stories of survival, the scars of a world reborn from the ashes of chaos. The wood, once vibrant, now bore the marks of time, a testament to Nick's enduring solitude.

As the sun ascended in the sky, it cast a warm, golden glow upon the landscape, igniting the dewdrops on the grass like scattered diamonds. The air, crisp and invigorating, carried the scent of earth and memories. A solitary crow perched on the cabin's roof, its ebony silhouette a stark contrast against the canvas of the morning sky.

 Nick felt the familiar pull, the invisible thread that tied his existence to that sacred ground. With each step, memories flooded back like a relentless tide, and his heart thudded with the weight of unspoken words.

A beacon of light in the shadows cast by the world they had faced together. It was a recollection that danced between the tangible and the ethereal, a moment when Ellis's infectious spirit had carved a lasting imprint on Nick's heart.

The memory unfolded in the remnants of a sunlit day, the air tinged with warmth and camaraderie. The survivors had stumbled upon a rare respite—a small haven untouched by the chaos that clung to the world like a persistent fog. As they gathered around a crackling fire, Ellis, with his unmistakable drawl and an irrepressible twinkle in his eye, began to spin one of his legendary tales.

The firelight flickered, casting a gentle glow on Ellis's animated features. Nick, initially feigning disinterest, found himself drawn into the narrative, captivated by the sheer enthusiasm with which Ellis recounted even the most mundane details. It was a story that defied logic, sprinkled with Ellis's trademark humor and a dash of absurdity that only he could inject into the bleakest of scenarios.

As Ellis painted the scene with words, Nick couldn't help but be swept away. Laughter, genuine and unrestrained, echoed around the makeshift campfire. In that moment, surrounded by the harsh reality of their existence, Ellis had conjured a sanctuary of joy and camaraderie.

Nick's recollection lingered on the shared laughter, the camaraderie that transcended

He reached the gravestone, weathered but standing strong against the passage of time. Nick lowered himself onto the ground, the grass cool beneath his fingertips. The silence between them spoke volumes, a language only they shared.

"Hey, Fireball," Nick murmured to the wind, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You won't believe the world now. We made it out, like you always said we would. The others, they found their way back. But me…….?" He faltered a moment, looking to his palms and calloused finger tips. “I’m still here….”

The wind carried Nick's words into the vast expanse, as if the very earth itself cradled their conversation. He continued, his voice a whisper in the breeze, "I've been living, if you can call it that. A haze of days, one blurring into the next. You remember how I used to hate your damn stories, right? Now, I'd give anything to hear just one more."

Nick chuckled, a bittersweet melody that hung in the air. His gaze drifted to the horizon, where the sun bathed the world in a warm embrace. "I had a dream about you, Overalls. You were laughing, like nothing had ever gone wrong. I woke up and realized, in a twisted way, you found your peace."

The sun climbed higher, casting a golden glow upon the field. Nick's fingers traced the letters on the gravestone, etching the words into his soul. "I miss you, you idiot. I miss the way you saw the good in everything, even when there was none. I miss being the cynic to your optimism. I miss... you."

Nick's laughter was swallowed by the wind, and he sighed, a blend of sorrow and acceptance. "I hope you found whatever comes after this. Maybe it's better than the mess you left behind. Just know, wherever you are……."

As the sun bathed the field in warmth, Nick sat beside Ellis's grave, a solitary figure in a landscape of memories. The wind carried away his words, but in the quiet of that morning, a certain peace settled within him—a bitter, sweet serenity in the echo of a voice long gone, yet forever alive in the heart of the survivor who carried on.

“I’m happy you're happy you're dead.”

[linkspooky]

wip wednesday

Updated WIP for my Azulaang fic.

The worst part was that Aang had found her beautiful. Aang was suddenly forced to bear witness to a naked truth. Azula was a girl. Not only was she a girl, she was a beautiful girl.  Until now, he’d believed Azula hard and made of steel like a machine of war with a fire burning inside her. Now he saw her soft flesh.What he'd thought was a blazing inferno that burned everything that touched her was a gentle warmth that permeated her skin. The girl that had always been hiding underneath the fire nation black and red armor. A beautiful girl. 

It was tradition in this household to cleanse one’s body before being let into the spiritual archives. Aang respected tradition, even if spiritualism in the fire nation was different from the air nomads. 

(He also needed a bath, running away from conflict worked up quite a sweat). Step by step, he followed the little footpath of smooth, colorful pebbles under the luxuriant canopy of flowering wisteria blossoms until he found the entrance to the bath. Inside the changing room a low shelf carved from the bluestone had been placed to hold the bather’s clothes. In his eagerness to get into the water on a cold winter day (by fire nation standards) he failed to notice two other tubs packed with clothing sitting on the shelf. Aang took off his clothing, it was easy to get undressed with the simple way airbenders dressed. Imagine how many layers Zuko had to take off to bathe, especially with those huge shoulde roads.  He left his clothes in a wooden washtub, and after lifting the thin hemp curtain with one hand strode inside. 

Stream drifted through the air, it gently unfurled out from the pool, drifting slowly, filling every corner and crevice blurring his vision.  With that and the dim moonlight it was difficult to see more than a few shuka in front of you. It gave the baths a spiritual aura, like he’d stepped in the river that separated this world from the far shore.Flowers bloomed along the borders of the pool, their shed petals floated on the surface, and there was a small waterfall at the end of the pond for rinsing. 

It was pleasantly warm. Aang couldn't help the soft sigh of content that escaped him. He felt like a kid again bathing in the air temple hot springs with the other children. He let loose for a moment, extending his slender limbs and swimming all the way to the waterfall with a splash. 

Just as he rose from the water and wiped his face, he noticed someone was already showering in the surging waterfall with their back turned.

Lio. Aang should have known better to watch Lio from someplace unseen like a total stalker creep weirdo, but he stopped to watch their back as if possessed by some kind of spell. 

Their back was held tall and straight, the contours sharp and defined. But with the stars illuminating the steam Aang could make out countless scars, burn scars, and what looked to be whip marks on the center of their back. A body full of wounds. A body full of scars. So many it was impossible to find a piece of untouched flesh. 

There was no need to mention how much those wounds should hurt. 

Water fell down from above almost as if to cool off those burns, cascading over their body, rivulets gathering into a stream down the wide expanse of their back, down the valleys and peaks of their intricately carved muscles and finally into the divet between their buttocks. The water seemed infatuated with their body, clinging to them in a light stream that was loath to part. 

Lio’s head turned halfway to meet Aang’s gaze, just as Aang jerked his head up to preserve some of Lio’s dignity, “Hey, Aangie have you come to do some naked male bonding?”

“My best features are my back and my butt? What do you think, Aangie?”

Lio said , strode out from under the waterfall and pressed his hands on the rock wall blocking everything behind his massive back from view. 

That back took up Aang’s entire view. Their hair had grown out and fell in black, wild tangles just past their shoulder. Those shoulder blades slid down the small of their back. Aang’s esys followed the downward curve of their spine, their full and firm buttocks, and eyes ficxed on those fair plump curves for a moment because his head jerked up again. . “I think you are uh, very attractive, and you are connvingly using your attractiveness to try to distract me from asking about how you got that scar on your back.”

“Oh, I was a naughty boy and I was whipped before I was banished. It’s nothing… compared to the trouble I caused Li and my family back then it was absolutely nothing.” .” 

“Your pain isn’t nothing.” “Haha, what pretty words. Did the airbenders teach you to talk that way, or are you just that cheesy naturally?” Lio noticed Aang’s wince at the mention of the airbenders, “I’m sorry, Aangie, baby. I’m a bad, rude man. I just don’t like you looking at me like I’m some poor dying animal you found on the side of the road.” 

Lio’ s shoulder’s rose and fell, as they heaved a sigh. They weren’t some broken thing, it was easy to see the lean strength in those lines. Those shoulder blades were strong and massive, moving beneath the scarred skin. 

At that moment all Aang could think of was how adult Lio looked, even though they were only two years older. It wasn’t just the enormous height, it was the comfort they displayed wearing their own body, it was enough to make Aang feel like a fucking child in comparison. 

Graceful Lio suddenly gracelessly lost their balance and fell a step back from the wall. Lio quickly turned around, still hiding something behind their back, “I’m sorry Aangie, can we continue this conversation later? I thought we could bond in our nakedness, but human relationships aren’t so simple.”

Aang caught sight of it then, a smaller, curvier figure trying to slip away into the steam just then. Oh. Li mentioned Lio wanted to get married. Aang walked in on both of them in the bath. Mix gender bathing was normal in the fire nation, he told himself. Completely normal.

He caught sight of a feminine figure through the steam turning to leave. He didn’t initially recognize her - because under normal circumstances, that girl would never do something as ungraceful as stumbling and falling face first into the pool, sending a spray of water into the air. 

“Lazuli, watch your step.” One hand around Azula’s arm, Lio supported her from behind. The difference in their heights was such that their breath puffed against Azula’s ear as they lowered their head to speak, “If you’re not careful you might just fall for me.” 

“Cough, cough.” Azula inadvertently swallowed a mouthful of water in her panic. Swallowing bathwater she became indignant and disgusted discarding all appearance of calm composure, scrambling and flailing as she tried to find her footing.

Aang saw Azula, it was the closest he’d ever seen her, she looked quite different than when she had appeared on the opposite side of a battlefield. Aang saw Azula, but his brain refused to process the image. He wanted to ask what she was doing here, but it got stuck in his throat. He suddenly felt pathetic and spineless. Silence only continued to fan the flames of the situation. 

Aula naked and exposed. When people shed their clothes and exposed themselves they usually exposed their inner ugliness, but Azula was different.

He couldn’t look away. Even though his brain registered she was naked. When people shed their clothes and exposed themselves they usually exposed their inner ugliness, but Azula was different. The horrfiyng part, of this situation wasn’t that he’d humiliated Azula completely by accident. No, the true horror had been something that should not have even been possible. Something that would make a clown like Lio laugh.  The unsettling horror of it all was that Aang had found her beautiful.

Aang was suddenly forced to bear witness to a naked truth. Azula was a girl. Not only was she a girl, she was a beautiful girl. 

Until now, he’d believed Azula hard and made of steel like a machine of war with a fire burning inside her. Now he saw her soft flesh. The girl that had always been hiding underneath the fire nation army. 

A beautiful girl. It wasn’t something as perverted as being attracted to her naked body, it was just seeing the naked truth finally in front of his eyes, that Azula was a girl not yet fully mature barely older than him. Though it was sacreligious to compare her to Katara, it was like the first time he woke up to Katara’s face. It was different from Katara though, because she was lacking many of the qualities one would typically ascribe to ‘beauty’. 

When she was fourteen years old she was certainly eye catching in a dangerous way. Now she’d lost a lot of her ‘beauty’ from when she was fourteen. He wouldn’t call her skin pale in a way that evoked purity, or compare it to porcelain, she looked almost physically ill. She wasn’t thin, or lithe, but emaciated. There were dark rings that eclipsed her sun-colored eyes. She was like a plucked flower withering away within a bell jar, and yet, there was something about her. Something so… 

“Why are you staring, avatar? Have you not gone any farther than hand holding with your little water tribe girlfriend?” Something so…“...Beautiful.” 

He should not have said it. He should not have acknowledged that feeling. These were feelings he wasn’t supposed to have because Azula was… well, Azula. 

“What is it…? Speak clearly, don’t mumble, and look into the eyes of the person you’re talking to.” “Err… beautiful…” “Is your mouth broken? Oh no, I believe I broke the avatar. Again.” He confessed again. “I’m staring because you’re beautiful.” “You’re right, I am beautiful. I guess your eyes aren’t broken.” She was… She was definitely still Azula. Whatever had happened in the three months since he last saw her hadn’t changed her fundamental “Azula-Ness.” Then his sight of Azula was cut off as Lio pulled Azula close to them, stepping in front of her to obscure most of Aang’s view. 

Aang had several questions, but the first one that jumped to mind when he saw the two of them acting so close was, “Why are you bathing with Lio?”

“Mixed bathing is normal, and besides I’d never stare at a girl to make her uncomfortable. I’m a beautiful girl myself, and you don’t know how many creeps have stared at me, ” Lio said. 

That’s right, mixed bathing was normal in fire nation culture Aang reminded himself for the thousandth time. 

Bathing under the stars. Girls and boys together. No tension there whatsoever. Nope, not at all. 

Azula looked at Aang, “There’s nothing untoward about bathing with my betrothed.” “...Your betrothed.” “Yes.” “You’re getting married?” “Yes.” “To who?” “To Lio.” “You’re getting married to Lio.” “Can you not hear me? I thought those big ears of yours would at least be good for listening.” 

“Are my ears too big? Why didn’t anyone tell me? Were they just trying to be nice?” He was suddenly, very self conscious about the size of his ears but that was besides the point. “Why are you getting married to Lio?” “I fail to see how it’s any business of yours.” That’s right it wasn’t any business of his. 

So, why did he care? 

[cherrychevellet]

In this land of broken poems and sun-drenched ruins, where our love was whispered like ancient verses woven into the silk of our letters, each word a pomegranate seed, heavy and red.

He called me eshgham, sent words blooming like wild tulips in a field of faded dreams and gunpowder skies. We held each other through ink and longing, a love carved out in the scent of jasmine and crushed rose petals, hidden between shadows of what could never be.

But one day, he left said I should find someone untouched by war, someone whose hands weren’t stained by the dust of history and fire. How do I unlove a soul that still sings in every wind that sweeps through Tehran’s empty streets? How do I forget the taste of his name on my lips, like saffron dissolving in warm milk at dawn?

I’m still here waiting, with the weight of a thousand nights spent dreaming of what we could have been, dying a little more each day, trapped in the ruins of a love that can’t leave but can’t stay, either. I wait for him like rain in the heart of the desert, like the last notes of an old tar song, playing softly in the hush of a dim-lit courtyard.

We are like hafez’s forbidden verses a firefly caught in a world that demands darkness. I’m still here, burning quietly, writing his name on every corner of my heart, like stars above Persepolis, like a love that refuses to vanish even under a sky that’s always on the verge of breaking.

[oldgcds]

Event One - The Solstice Celebration

Winter’s Solstice, the darkest night of the year; when the long winter reaches its penultimate chapter. Power seeps through the frozen earth, falling from the sky in fattened white flakes and flowing in the veins of those who call it home. The large court, mostly wild and uninhabited by fae or mortal, with cold that eats at flesh and soul, has sent out an open invitation to welcome the solstice in the very heart of it, the city of Silvenar. 

Through the blinding white of the deep snow of the Permafrost, across the silvered-blue of frozen lakes and rivers that cracked and sang with the movement of the living water beneath, between the tall shadows of old, deep-green trees of an ancient wood dressed in hoarfrost; they arrive hungry, bitten by frost. The main hall welcomes all travellers, from the High Courts to the common folk who had managed  to make the long journey. 

The main hall is lined with white oak, cleaved in half to make tables and seating. Fur throws warm the benches and underfoot, while the great hearth-fire licks away at the remaining chill. Large windows of stitched together glass line the stone walls, and through the fern frost, the wildness of the Court is still visible, with fierce winds snagging on drifts of snow, and raging in storms that refuse to relent. A great feast is laid out for the arrival, rich with game and hearty vegetables, cakes and desserts decorated with berries that glisten like jewels. Wine in the deepest red fills every goblet, and ale spills from mugs passed between tables. 

Throughout the streets of Silvenar, festivities pour through every door, leak through the cracks of all the windows. There is music, and decorations in bright colours to chase away the dim, watery light of a long night. Warmth spreads from every hearth and food is in plenty, a gift from the High Court of Winter to its people. Every commoner will dance, and everyone will eat. 

The second night is for the Solstice. In the garden of the Winterhold, with the pale blue roses that bloom only on these grounds, in this unwelcoming soil, a hall is erected. It takes a week of work by skilled ice-melders, who raise the walls and the columns, and cover it in a peaked roof of pure, clear ice. On the columns they breathe ice flowers, the designs stretching from their warm breath to wrap vines and leaves along the height of them, blooming as the ice roses do. The finished construction is a large hall, built like a cathedral, clear as a pane of untouched glass. 

In the centre of the hall the bonfire is erected, large and with flames so hungry they threaten to lick a hole through the roof. Ordinary ice melts, but this enchanted building is made to last and its ice is granted the strength of steel. Great sculptures of ice are constructed outside the building, and through the walls one can view them like a stroll through a gallery, all while the beasts of the coldest court wind their way through the gardens in sight, snow clinging to their thick fur.

An orchestra settles into their seats, and music floods the hall as dancers pick up their skirts and their feet. Dressed in their finery and warm in the yellow of the fire, there is a lightness to the darkest night. An easy joy, ruddy on the cheeks of the attendants of the celebration. This feels like a night that promises something on the horizon, just on the brink of dawn, and there is a shiver of excitement that runs down the length of every spine. 

[pearlypairings]

Coffee and Contemplation

*chapter 4 posted*

sneak preview from AO3:

TW: canon violence/body horror for TP & ST, nightmare sequences. Proceed with caution

The first thing Dale Cooper noticed, when he realized he was no longer at the bed & breakfast, was the blaze of the fireplace to his right, nearly catching the sleeve of his suit on fire.

He was in a parlor room, but nowhere he’d been before based on his initial impression. The scorching heat of the fireplace blackened the photo frames propped on the mantle and scarred them beyond recognition. From his seat on a rustic armchair,  he watched as a strange red aura seeped through the lofted ceilings, casting a ripple of blood-stained distortion down over the room.

Suspended upside down, a fleshy, gray flower-like chandelier bloomed wide to reveal a violent pistil full of sharpened thorns in neat rows. The shoots of slick roots expanded from the center of the room, connecting to all of the furniture like an intricate circuitry for existence. The strange flower vibrated with malevolent life.

Dale stood up and followed one of the thickest roots, guiding him out the doorway crowned by an ethereal dust floating against the pull of gravity. The root pulsed under his watchful eye and slinked up ahead, beyond his field of vision into the hallway. Turning to the left, the root exploded into smaller intercepts all over the rest of the house. The only inanimate object untouched by the pervasive roots was a commanding grandfather clock leaning tall against torn wallpaper billowing in the hall. 

Tired, but menacing, the grandfather clock towered over the foyer like a stoic stalker. No matter where Dale moved in the room, the face of the clock never strayed from view, invisible eyes stuck to him at all angles. The weights inside the case were covered by webbing, thick and grimy like stormy sea foam tainted by commercial tankers. As if waking to his presence, the weights struggled to lift against the resistance of the webs.

A loud tone caught his attention, as the clock began to chime with the rise and fall of chains and the pendulum bobbing back and forth, tangled in the thick network of web. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dale counted only four chimes, but the clock face conveyed a different time entirely. The hour hand of the clock short circuited over the roman numeral XI, unable to click past the number after the tolling finished.

The foyer shook violently with frames crashing down the stairs and the sound of wood splintering in the process. When Dale turned to run towards the front door,  a flash of light paralyzed him through the entryway windows. The stained glass of the door reflected its design onto the cracked floorboards— an inverted, dark blue rose near his feet— stretching across red shadows willed into existence by the house. 

With the image fading with the light, Dale backed away from the tremors of the hall into the dimly lit dining room. Everywhere he turned greeted him like an uninvited guest wearing out the courtesy of his host. Dark mahogany cabinets scattered their own troubling shadows near the edges of the table. Amidst the shadows, a sickly girl, donning a Hawkins varsity jacket, pulled out the head chair for Dale with skeleton fingers clutching the wood frame. 

A spread of various side dishes decorated the clothed table along with four place settings, but none at the seat he was offered. At second glance, he realized mealy worms wriggled free of the side dishes and a layer of green sludge slid over the remains of a turkey carcass. His jealousy of the other place settings ceased with his appetite long gone.

Nevertheless, Dale obliged the teenage girl, recognizing her to be Chrissy Cunningham when he stepped closer to sit. An eerie flavor of fear stretched her face, silencing her lips with amateur stitching.....

[chrancecriber]

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Lady Alma - Jah Is Watching You 08:14 London Grammar - Metal & Dust 08:09 Climatic - L-'horizzonte 08:03 Silky Wave - Under My Skin 07:57 Guru Sax - People Can't Stop Chillin (Costes Buddha Hotel Mix) 07:53 Nexus 5 - At Midnight (Original Mix) 07:48 Moe Turk - What I Feel Like 07:43 Maximus & Trilogy - Du Ar (Original Mix) 07:39 3rd Force - Here Comes The Night 07:34 Alphawezen - Speed Of Light - Soehngen Remi 07:31 Olivia Broadfield - Safe 07:26 Stuce The Sketch - Yasikitisha (Feat. Kwambo) (Instrumental) 07:22 Soundset City - City Echoes (Kaffeehaus Lounge Mix) 07:17 Schwarz & Funk - -missing Rudi- 07:13 Gold Lounge - Oh La La 07:10 Triangle Sun - Dry My Tears 07:07 Phontaine - Monochrome (Remix) 07:02 Lemongrass, Jane Maximova - I Miss You 06:57 Sweet Coffee - No Ordinary Love 06:52 Airily - 42nd Street (Lemongrass Remix) 06:48 Mellie 0 Neil - Rainy Days 06:44 First Harmony - Let's Start Again (Bar Mix) 06:40 Mark Mars - Ship's Lounge (Downtown Slow Mix) 06:35 Michael E - Promise 06:31 Xerxes & Phoenix - Scarecrow 06:24 Jozef Kugler - Shaggy (Original Mix) 06:18 Redlounge Orchestra - Liquid Cool 06:11 Bent - Swollen 06:07 Gordon Geco - Ibiza Sunrise 06:03 Conjure One - Only Sky (Lounge Edit) 05:59 Catching Flies - Silver Linings 05:59 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 05:56 Vibrasphere Feat. K. Linder - Tierra Azul 05:50 Spinne - Saxophonecheck 05:46 Mikael Delta - Water Mirroring 05:41 Chris Zippel Feat. Sophie Tusnelda - Still Love - Klangstein & Chris Zippel Mix 05:35 Soleil Fisher - Warm Winter (Sting Of Paradise Sunset Mix) 05:32 Mani Beats - N&n 05:26 Max Waves - Reflections (Feat Pixieguts) 05:23 Anthony Island - Turn Around 05:18 Oscar Salguero - With You 05:14 Lemongrass - Flowers For You 05:09 Roberto Sol - Gentle Reminder 05:04 Mara J Boston - Butterflys 05:01 Joy - The Crow 04:57 Triangle Sun - The Sun 04:53 Mathieu & Florzinho - All Forever One (Feat. Barbara Rebecca Boahene) 04:50 Love Pacific Industries - Conselve (Original Mix) 04:44 Micatone - Sit Beside Me (Club Mix) 04:39 Vargo - Beauty (Album Mix) 04:34 Javier Orlando - Petalo 04:29 Paul Hardcastle - In The Key Of Time 04:24 Man In A Room & Civilian - Night Mail (Velvet Dreamer Remix) 04:20 Five Seasons - In Your Town 04:13 Triangle Sun - Buddha 04:10 Aiemo - Dreaming Eyes (Vocal Mix) 04:10 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 04:04 Re Lounge - No Ordinary Love (Stephen Floyd Rework) 03:58 Frontera - A Baia (Original Mix) 03:53 Bluebeat - Dans Le Soleil 03:50 Jaffa - Bklyn Bobbi 03:49 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:43 Euphonic Traveller - Caf5 Champs Elys5es 03:39 Orbitell - Dive (Ibiza Beach Mix) 03:35 Mara J Boston - Precious Diamond 03:31 Kundalini Project, Paolo Man - The End Of Nation 03:31 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 03:25 Atrium - Praise For The Beach 03:19 Middle - Sunday's Walk 03:13 Don Carlos - Still Alone 03:09 Stepo Del Sol - Sunday Morning Coffee 03:04 Saba Rock - What A Feeling 02:58 Esonic - Mellow Swing 02:53 Florzinho - Vem Conmigo Feat. Saname (Mathieu & Florzinho Remix) 02:48 Pier-o - Fermer Les Yeux 02:48 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:43 Steen Thottrup - Heading For The Sunrise (Original Mix) 02:37 Marina Beach (Guitar Flow Mix) - Cafe Americaine 02:33 Kundalini Project - Facing The Sun 02:30 The Dining Rooms - Dreamy Smiles (Radio Version) 02:25 Vargo - You're Not Alone 02:18 The Man Behind C. Feat. Miriam - See You Again 02:12 Diego Clamente - Gypsy 02:09 G-spliff - I Know 02:08 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 02:05 The Avener - Conscious Shadows 02:00 Jean Mare - A Better Place (Easy Lounge Vocal Mix) 01:57 Cafe Del Chillia - Silencio 01:53 Demetrio Da Soto - Marrakech - Original Mix 01:49 Antennasia - Seren (Sour Mix) (Sour Mix) 01:43 Noise Boyz - Where Do You (Ambient Mix) 01:40 Two Feet - Her Life 01:35 Rey Salinero - Didascalias Theme 01:29 Schwarz & Funk - Fallen (Chill Mix) 01:26 Goson - Stop 01:21 Moodlex - Unlikely 01:17 Velvet Lounge Project - A Little Bit Longer 01:12 Off Town Music - Haiti Sunrise (Nu Cool Version) 01:08 Yppah - Little Flag 01:04 Sollover - Train Of Love 00:59 Deechiller - City Lights Soul 2 Sax Mix 00:59 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:54 Delerium - Keyless Door (Feat. Azure Ray) 00:49 Blackfish - Hidden Shore 00:43 José Padilla - Maybe The Sunset (Feat. Lydmor) 00:38 Stuce The Sketch - Enchanted Mara 00:33 Naoki Kenji - Let It Flow (The Jazz Mix) 00:28 Eddy Meets Yannah - Can't Hide Love 00:24 Mike Tohr & Jonas Johannes - Napthali (Feat. Salome) 00:20 Gary Butcher - Stronger Love 00:20 Jingle - Radiosun.ro 00:09 Dj Maretimo - Artistes De La Mer (Atlantis Mix By Jazzy James Jr.) 00:05 Ganga, Nikolaj Grandjean - Carry You Home

[musicsoulman7]

Fantastic corridors,

of unrivaled madness,

barren isles of thunder,

barreled chambers of unrest,

the sun stricken fires,

erupting from molten earth,

unmitigated desires,

quickened with,

lightning in it’s birth!

Stars streaking across the sky,

visceral glimpses of golden light,

burning through the atmosphere,

charging spectrometers of the eyes,

fusing atomic nuclei,

and,

shattered space of a thousand years,

curing in the dimensional shifts,

the spirit screaming from the soul,

tearing apart through heavenly gifts,

in finely laced silver swiftly extolled!

Into garrulous waters of Neptune,

wrought from the daughters in bloom,

kaleidoscopic flowers of dreaming,

kissing the gentle surface of the tomb,

shimmering radiance untouched,

virgin grace of rose blush,

over the horse’s breath,

in drunken vineyards,

impassioned and bereft,

crazed the beast with hunger,

power braying from it’s steps,

arrayed in seasons made younger,

nature exuding from it’s essence,

vaults it’s head in cavalier,

ascending fires of it’s core,

in every heart it nears,

unrivaled madness,

from fantastic corridors.

[scattered-winter]

it was such a small thing.

the supple leather of his mask, the gummy glue that fixed it to his skin. such a small and little thing. he could cradle it between his fingers, watch the snowflakes land like dewdrops of sugared starlight, dust them away with a hand.

such a small thing.

such a precious thing.

it guarded him, in the long and tireless nights, the moon a spot of silver behind heavy-handed clouds. a blur of shadow, of air, a breath of space where no space had been.

it protected him, from prying eyes and grasping hands and flashing cameras and endless voices. from newspapers and photographs and word of mouth.

it transformed him, from boy to legend and orphan to partner and human to nature. without the mask he was nothing and everything and with it he was a ghost. faceless. voiceless. formless. an idea a dark whisper of fear a small spark of hope.

untouchable.

by blade and bullet and striking hand. nobody could touch robin, because robin was the whispering wind and the creeping shadow and the spears of golden sun burning away the night.

but take all that away and he was a boy with a torn out heart. a boy with jagged edges and ripped veins trailing out behind. a boy with fear. with rage. with grief.

take all that away and he was human and broken and vulnerable and open. scars and open wounds dripping onto the floor and seeping between the boards and into the cold earth below.

it was such a small thing.

but to him it was everything.

some wore armor, like knights of old with souls of men and hearts of lions. some carried power within them, a burning flame of different, an electric buzz of new. some carried shields, to shelter behind, to shelter others, against hails of bullets and clanging of swords.

he wore his mask, the shield the power the armor. the knight the hero the soldier. not the boy. not the broken. not the mourner. not the last of the fliers, the last of those who were born to the skies with lightness to their feet like air, the last of those with the faint ghostly glimmer of wings when they caught the light.

but wally…

so incredibly similar and yet so irreversibly different. heroes and apprentices and boys with hearts of iron, with the stone-faced stubbornness of windblown mountains that refuse to bow.

wally's shield was his power. crackling energy, like tongues of flame, like spears of lightning, in his every move, lighting behind his eyes, dancing through his words.

where robin was a breath of quiet night, still and silent, wally was the bold heat of noonday sun. crackling with life and joy and energy, lightning and life-giving fire.

opposites and reflections and two sides of a whole.

yin and yang, the sun and moon, the ocean and sky. opposite sides of a coin, linked by the hands, joined at the hip.

robin was mysterious, a smudge of shadow hidden behind curtains of dewdrop mist. wally peeled away his layers one by one, armor and shields and walls of thorn and stone, battlements and constructs, pulled back with gentle fingers and soft hands and quiet laughter and wally, wally, wally. only the mask remained. the linchpin, the capstone, the crown and the scepter.

such a little thing.

but robin's laughter was gentle drops of rain, blooming life wherever it touched, bringing with it the electric, heady scent of a storm. and where wally had first craned his neck to see the flash of eyes, he no longer fantasized about the chink in the armor, the final piece to the puzzle that was robin.

robin was his friend. he was brave and kind and good and that was everything.

he was everything.

and, sitting side by side at the top of the mountain, a galaxy of pinprick stars clouding above, a forest of silent pines standing guard below, the world and future and galaxy at their feet, the mask, the chink in the armor, fell away like a dropped curtain, like dust blown from a table and clouding in the air.

fingers rose, steady and sure, and robin peeled the mask away, layers and layers of armor and protection and battlements and walls coming undone with the glue.

his name was dick grayson. and he was just a boy.

but he was also robin. he was also everything and nothing and the endless expanse of stars wheeling above.

the final puzzle piece. the name, the eyes, the face. but even without it wally had had the full picture, strokes of paint and lines of charcoal stretching across canvas.

robin's eyes were blue. like the sky at high noon, like the ocean far across the horizon, like bolts of pure flame.

even when the mask returned to his face, armor reapplied and shield taken up once more, wally could feel the tangle of nerves and thoughts and knowledge. robin's eyes were blue.

he had been shown the chink in robin's armor. the weakness, the nerve, the scarred human boy beneath the mask, beneath the legend. beneath robin.

it frightened him.

one wrong move, one wrong word, and the arrows and blades and bullets would slice through the armor, through the legend, through the boy. it was a tremendous knowledge, possessing the key to robin's weakness.

but robin knew. even if the world came crashing down around them, even if a knife was put into wally's hands…he would not cut him. he would not touch the chink in robin's armor except to reverently brush it over with his fingers, like something precious, like something holy.

such a little thing, he mused, the blue of robin's eyes lost behind the expressionless white of his mask but never gone, no.

such a tiny, little thing.

sometimes I think about how Wally was the only person on the og team who knew Robin's secret identity in season one and sometimes I also think about the inherent intimate nature of masks and secret identities and sometimes I write about it. idk

[littlefreya]

Honeymoon

Prompt: God, I’m in such a mood of just wanting august to kidnap my virgin self, tie me to his bed and show me all the ways he knows to make a woman cum 🤤

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race or body-type description)

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own*

Warnings: 18+, kidnapping, dub-con, sex toy, clitoral stimulation, bondage.

Word count: 666 (Buwhahahahahahahahaha)

A/N: Okay, that’s more or less the plot for Way to Hell (in their long run). I wrote this with a migraine and under the influence of pain killers, so here goes. Not beta’d, we die slipping off a cliff, kissing a hook and crashing into the fire.

Honeymoon

The bite of the rope seared your flesh with every little tug and pull you’ve made. Panic draped your bare breasts, colder than a chill sea mist upon the vehement pounding of your heart. You could hear its rumble in your ears.

“My sweet girl.”

A bewhiskered man sauntered through the open doorway; a small towel rested on the nook of his shoulder, his cheeks aglow with a shave and the thick moustache that decorated his marble-cut face was neatly groomed. It was almost as if he prepared for this moment, a dark sacrament of sorts.

“I had my contemplations all day long,” he explained and marched toward a black duffle bag laid on the antique cherrywood desk; the sound of the zipper undone tore through the silence.

“I wasn’t sure if to take you... until you smiled back at me at the beach. I knew then you wanted me too.”

“Please...” you managed to utter in a shuddering voice, “my family will be looking for me.”

“Nonsense,” he answered with a surprisingly soft timbre and gave you a sided-grin while beginning to fish out content from the bag. Your eyes flared at the sight of pink silicon, silver, glass and a large bottle of translucent liquid.

“We left them a note. Off went sweet little you to marry a man you met at the Havana Club.” He took a small arrow-shaped glass plug and examined it up close with a deep hum, and then placed it back down on the desk.

“Maybe later...” he mumbled to himself and then grabbed a pink clitoral vibe instead.

“It all happened so fast.” He strode toward you. Footfalls heavy, he made the wooden panels tremor with every step. “One night, we were dancing at the club, our bodies grinding together in a passionate entwine, and then next thing you knew, I knelt before you at the beach, right under the starlit sky and asked for your hand.”

The bed dipped under the weight of his knee, and your belly sunk at the touch of his hand, latching your thigh - firm yet oddly gentle. You must have been bewitched by him, for you never struggled, and an embarrassing sheen of wetness dripped down your unplucked rose.

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, letting out a low groan of delight.

“When I found out that you’re a virgin last night, I knew you were going to be special, my sweet girl.”

“Sir... I... I..” you mumbled as he unfolded your clenching legs and crawled between them. 

“August,” he corrected and held the tongue-shaped toy in front of you. His thumb grazed the smooth silicon and traced its way to the button, switching the vibrator on. The buzzing noise made you bounce and hiss with fear. And excitement.

A loud huff pushed from his flaring nostrils, his eyes beaming at the sight of the puddle that graced the sheet below your groin. 

“You are so wet.”

Fire licked your cheeks, and as he shifted closer, you held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut like someone anticipating a sting, but the vibrating kiss of the silicon made you gasp, and your orbs flew upon with a shudder. 

His gaze met yours, suckling his bottom lip, he broke into a delightful smirk while you writhed like a helpless fish washed ashore. Unbidden pleasure laved your untouched core, the gaping hole between your legs squeezing around the sad emptiness.

“I will have fun showing you all the ways one can find pleasure without penetration,” he promised, pressing the vibe tighter against your clit and twisting gently. 

“Oh god, August,” you pleaded, trying to resist what so naturally bloomed in your belly and still, somehow, you wanted more, in a way that felt fetal.

“Slow, my sweet girl, there is much more pleasure in mystery and anticipation.” August tutted and cooed while you squirmed and whimpered and grew closer to your undoing with every passing second.

The honeymoon phase was always his favourite. 

Credits: Dividers by @firefly-graphics​ 

Disclaimer: I don’t own August Walker or Mission Impossible

[mydearfantasy]

Mourning Your Death | Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli & Childe

TW: death mention, blood, injury, grief, angst

Characters: Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli and Childe

Synopsis: the different ways that they deal with your death

Notes: heavy angst and death mentions so please be wary if you’re easily upset. also mentions of injury, general grief so please be warned

DILUC

Cool sun rays cast little light into the darkened room, barely illuminating a certain place at the table. A mug, a plate, a set of cutlery, all left untouched. The sight still causes him pain. But he cannot bring himself to remove them, to admit that you’re forever gone-

His own meal tastes ever bland. Flavours gone along with you. The very burning core inside him that kept him going forward, his fire, cruelly torn out never to return.

What had he done to deserve this? no, what had you done to deserve such a cruel fate? it shoulve been him. Why was it never him?

memories of blood as red as roses flash unwanted through his mind, it’s sickening warmth seeping into his soul, staining his already damned soul forever more. he failed. he was a failure. a mockery of a hero.

eyes scrunch up, dark bags on full display, but no tears can fall. no tears are left to fall. where had it all gone wrong? happiness was finally within his grasp. was he too damned to deserve it? after all his efforts, all his love, was it still not enough?

shoulders shaking and heaving, he buries his head in his arms, the dawns rays unable to reignite his fire.

XIAO

he was a fool. he knew it as soon as his heart skipped a beat at your smile, relishing the way the sun danced upon your pretty face. the face that kept growing older, laugh lines turning into deep wrinkles and cracks upon your skin. Body soon too old and stiff to try and pull him up to dance and sway.

he was a fool. he knew this would be how it ended, your painfully short mortal life but a blip in his eternal one. he knew that one day, despite how much dread the mere thought caused him, he’d hold your hand, so lifeless and still. heavy gaze falling upon your once vibrant eyes, now empty and unfocused. an empty husk in the shape of the person he once loved, adored and treasured with every fibre of his cursed being.

it was inevitable, he knew that. knew he should have turned away, closed his heart off before you crawled your way inside, to show him all the happiness and joy that he didn’t believe his life could possibly hold. All that happiness that you had cruelly taken with you. the eons of suffering under his karmic debt could not compare to this. this was personal. this was his pain, not the wrath of gods and demons. his own anguish. anguish that he foolishly welcomed into his life, arms upon wide for the privilege of wrapping themselves around you. a luxury he in no way deserved.

he was a fool.

ZHONGLI

the gentle breeze barely ruffled the flowers, the spot he had created perfectly isolated from any malicious forces. removing the old and replacing them with the new, this time the flowers a vibrant pink. how he wished glaze lilies would come back into season early.

that was how he’d met you, all those years ago on a melancholy night in guili plains, moon hanging high in the sky. Feelings of sadness that he rarely allowed to bubble to the surface over came, waves of grief and loneliness washing over him, not weakened by time.

But he heard a voice, a voice oh so soft it soothed his heart. There you were, crouched down in front of several glaze lilies, coming into bloom at the angelic tones. The moonlight shone an ethereal glow upon your face, as if made only for you. You looked up and into his eyes, and he swears he could see all the stars in the sky inside of yours. He was smitten.

Loss seemed to be the ever present theme in his life, stuck an a never ending cycle, such was the fate of an immortal. The news reached him second hand, talk of a wandering spirit beloved by all who had wandered too far, too far in order to satiate their love of exploring. News that struck a sickeningly familiar cord within him. a sickening cold spreading throughout his body, immobilising his very soul.

And here he remains, silently taking in the atmosphere, overlooking the plains he’s far too familiar with, all the grief inside him merging into an indistinguishable blur, wetness gathering in the corner of his eyes. But he will carry on. He has no choice.

The life of an immortal is certainly a lonely one.

CHILDE

He was a warrior. You were both warriors. Endless days and nights spent sparring, tackling monster camps, pummelling treasure hoarders. Not a single day spent static, all of them filled to the brim with adventure.

The days never ceased, but you did. He continued as he always did, craving that thrill of battle. But that crave was proving impossible to satisfy. Battle after battle, bruise after bruise, break after break. Nothing. Nothing could fill the gaping wound that you had left. Days not ending even after the sun set, his clothes and body soaked in blood. Others? His? He couldn’t tell anymore. Didn’t care anymore.

You weren’t supposed to die. Weren’t you strong? How could this happen? He didn’t believe them, the guards who came to tell him. They were idiots, how could that possibly be the truth? He laughed in their faces, mania overtaking him.

Even now, weeks later, he still refused to believe it. You were playing a prank, you’d be back. You had to be back. He was convinced. Even the sickening sight of your battered body couldn’t convince him otherwise.

He’d seen stranger, things thought to be impossible only to happen before his very eyes. You were just trying to catch him off guard, that was it. He had to be on guard for a sneak attack, so that he could catch you, see you laugh at how you got him, how you got him so bad. He would laugh too, and hold you tight. Tighter than he’s ever held anything before.

He just had to keep going, keep going until you decided he was worthy enough to return to.

[goofygoldengirl]

Reversal: A Reversed Love Square Playlist (Annotated Version)

Ladynoir

1. Flaws: Bastile

You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve. And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground. Dig them up. Let's finish what we've started Dig them up. So nothing's left untouched.

2.You Found Me: Kelly Clarkson  

Yeah, you broke through. All of my confusion. The ups and the downs. And you still didn't leave. I guess that you saw what nobody could see. You found me.

3. Break In: Halestorm

You let me fall apart without letting go. Then you pick up the pieces and you make me whole. I didn't want to escape. From the bricks that I laid down.

4. The One Who Got Away: Katy Perry

In another life. I would be your girl. We keep all our promises. Be us against the world.

5. Do I Wanna Know?: Arctic Monkeys

Have you no idea that you're in deep? I dreamt about you nearly every night this week. How many secrets can you keep?

Adrienette

6. Line Without A Hook: Ricky Montgomery

"She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy" He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook"

7. Everybody Rise: Amy Shark 

So one day I'm just gonna walk up to you. Say it how it is, I'm in love with you Been thinking 'bout this for a month or two. God help me, I've been so scared to.

8.I Think We’re Alone Now: Billie Joe Armstrong

And so we're running just as fast as we can. Holdin' onto one another's hand. Tryin' to get away into the night.

9. She’s The Prettiest Girl At The Party And She Can Prove It With A Right Hook: Frank Iero

I tied my stomach in knots, and I'm ready to know. I'll put it on the line if you'd just give it a go. 'Cause I wanna be the only one to hold you so close and so tight. If it's cool with you, I'd really love to spend the night.

10. Bloom: The Paper Kites

When the evening pulls the sun down. And the day is almost through. Oh, the whole world it is sleeping.But my world is you.

Ladrien

11.When You Were Young: The Killers

You sit there in your heartache. Waiting on some beautiful boy to. To save you from your old ways.

12. Your Ex Lover Is Dead: Stars

I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over. I'm not sorry there's nothing to save. 13. In My Veins: Andrew Belle

Oh you run away 'Cause I am not what you found

Marichat

14. Paris: Sabrina Carpenter

Why'd it take so long for me to know this (know this). Scared to put the water with the roses (roses). Halfway 'cross the world for me to notice. But I notice, yeah, I notice, yeah.

15. Adore You: Harry Styles

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

16.Falling for U: Peachy ft Mxmtoon

And it might be pathetic and you might be skeptical. But I just want to be with you. Please tell me, boy. Can you get a clue? Or come through 'cause I just want to be with you.

17. Head Over Feet: Alanis Morissette

You treat me like I'm a princess I'm not used to liking that

[gyllenhaalstories]

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS — SUGAR DADDY!ZEMO

summary: a series of unfortunate (or fortunate, depending whose side you’re on) events brought you to mandripoor seven years ago. it was fun, dangerous and exciting for the most part. a lot has changed, but you are back in high town in the hope of purchasing a rare monet painting, and reuniting with an old flame.

warnings: tfatws spoilers, alcohol, established sugar daddy x sugar baby relationship, smut (daddy kink, dom/sub/switch dynamics, choking, hair pulling, blowjob, fingering, both degradation and praise kinks, spit kink, cum play, marking, unprotected sex). 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT.

word count: 2685

gif credit: pedropcl

notes: this (very long) fic is brought to you by zemo’s #1 hoe. for the sake of the fic, zemo’s daughter and wife have never existed. i get it zemo is the bad guy daniel is not your typical hottie but let me live my fantasy and reclaim my crown as the original zemo fan. listen to off to the races by lana del rey and let no man steal your thyme by the pentangle if you want to fibe with me! i hope you guys will enjoy it!!! <3

“If you keep staring at me like this, I’ll mistake you for the Mona Lisa.” You took the last sip from your glass, which was immediately filled by the man standing behind you. You had felt his familiar presence a long time ago, but you were too mesmerized by the rare painting trapped in a cage of glass to bother notifying him. “Your glance has followed me around the room. In other circumstances, I’d find it creepy. Now, it’s just very flattering.”

You heard him laugh through his nose. You saw his reflecting in the glass, lit up by flashing blue and pink lights and vibrating ever so slightly to the sound of the loud music.

“You’re like a Monet painting. From afar, you are clear as cristal and easy to read like an open book. From up close...” You marked a pause and stoodby straight. Your eyes never leaving the work of art you had been scrutinizing for the past hour. Water Lilies in Bloom, it was called, an incorrect translation that always brought a grin to your lips. “You are a mystery.” You swallowed thickly the bubbly liquid, recognizing the peculiar taste of champagne.

“It is arrogant but right to think of myself as the pure definition of mysterious.”

You chuckled, throwing your head back in disbelief. Some things never changed.

“After all these years... I managed to find my way back to you. Now that’s a mystery.”

You turned on your heels as you spoke. “Is it, though? Tell me, Daddy. Is it really that hard to believe you’d recognize your property even after all these years. I heard they put you in a pretty little cage. Didn’t have much else to think about than what you missed most?”

He took you in, just how ethereal you looked under the colourful neon lights. You had your arms pressed against your chest, the shiny material of your matching bracelet and necklace twinkled. He squinted slightly, his lips curled into a smirk while he looked down your body, the one thing that kept him sane after all these years in jail (that and the thought of destroying symbols like super soldiers and make the world a better place once and for all). “Nice dress.”

“My Sugar Daddy got it for me.” You did a twirl, showing off your outfit innocently. “You like it?”

He reached up to his neck and pulled on the collar of his purple sweater, like it was a tie he could loosen up. “So you received everything I sent you.”

You clicked your tongue. “Not everything...” Your head turned to look behind you, where your most priced possession was glowing in its full glory — soon to-be yours, you should say.

“Use your words, Princess. Say it and it’s yours.”

It was your turn to analyze him, to take every ounce of cockiness and pride. “You’re playing with fire.” You walked closer to him, erasing the distance but increasing the tension between the two of you. “All the money in the world won’t get you everything you want.”

He was quick to move, his soldiers instincts never left his body, clearly. His delicate hand wrapped around your throat so effortlessly. It tightened, forcing you to manage your breathing. “Money got me everything I wanted already.”

“What is it, Daddy? What is it that you want so badly?” You clenched your jaw, holding his glance which was filled with lust, instead of rage and grudges.

“You never looked so beautiful.” He leaned closer too, whispering the words to your ear. It was liked the loud club music turned into white noise. He could not care less about the stares and the words strangers exchanged as they witnessed the scene. High Town was not his playground.

But you were his plaything.

*~*~*

History repeated itself, in one way or another. Icons rose and fell. Symbols mattered and vanished into oblivion. Originality turned into plagiarism. Winners would lose it all, losers would dig their graves deeper into the abyss.

History repeated itself. The sight before your eyes was the same one as seven years ago, when all that was on this man’s life before meeting you was this stupid Mission Report of December 16 1991. You met him at a party like this, in High Town before he was banned from the land. He caught your attention doing his ridiculous dance moves, sharing his knowledge about the art pieces showcased around the room. Then he brought you to a hotel, the ones so fancy they had multiple rooms and a vintage record player as part of the decor. Only, it worked, and he put on his favourite Édith Piaf records. Rien de Rien, Le Petit Homme, La Vie en Rose, song after song, you were diving deeper in your memories.. He was popping yet another bottle of champagne open and pouring some in flutes you would never touch for the rest of the night. The same night, seven years ago, it changed your life. At the second you regretted setting foot in Mandripoor, he changed your mind and gave you the best months of your life. You would ride around Europe in vintage cars, dine in gigantic mansions you called castles. You admired the old paintings of his royal family members while he brought you a silk bathrobe to change into after a steamy shower.

You’d get lost in your thoughts, he’d get lost in his ambitions. You two were one and the same, in one way or another. That affirmation sent shivers down your spine. You could not tell if it was a good or a bad thing, a shy voice in your head was reassuring you it was the former.

“They call me Baron again, I guess I’m not doing too bad after all.” His voice snapped you back to reality. He was still wearing that obnoxious trench coat. You hated it, it made him look like a pimp. Although that was not too far from the truth, as the mountain of luxurious jewelry and clothes in your closet proved.

“Do you like being back here?”

“I love it here.” The emphasis on the last word was audible. You nodded in agreement. This place was heaven on Earth for some people, hell for others. For both you and Zemo, it was somewhere in between.

“You’re certainly not here for me.” You laughed, setting the still full glass on the nightstand.

He shook his head, mouthing a negative response.

“What is it, this time? Mission report February 32?”

“Something like that.” He answered, after another silent laugh.

“If only you had made me your mission, your life would have been easier.”

“Yours would have been, too.”

You shrugged. You agreed, but you did not need to say it. He knew. The two of you knew that this warmth washing over your bodies was the answer to all of your problems. Yet, you were fighting the urge to surrender and give in.

History always repeated itself.

All it took was for him to set his hand on your exposed knee. You got flashbacks of the numerous times his hand rested there while you two drove deeper in the country side, in some old Chevrolet, Ford, or any other European brands he could find and buy.

“Say it, Princess. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You swallowed thickly and fell on your knees. He sat straight, as straight as he could on the comfortable mattress, and spread his legs wider. “I want to go back in time.”

He leaned foward and you opened your mouth, your tongue poking out. He spit in your mouth, and you swallowed. The giggle that followed your actions sent blood to his hardening cock. “Just as eager as I remembered, right? You’d do anything to please me.”

“I’d do anything for you, Daddy.” You repeated, the confession left you breathless.

“That’s my good girl.” He brushed your hair with so much tenderness for a moment, you let out a content moan. He changed the mood real quick when he pushed your head closer to his crotch and unbuckled his belt at lightning’s speed.

Your mouth was watering at the sight, a sight that was tattooed in your memory forever. Whatever relationship you two had went beyond fancy presents and sex, it was a connection that tickled your souls and left you a different woman than when it first started. You wasted no time, stroking him a few times as you spit on his blushing tip. You smeared the spit over his sensitive spot and pulled the sweetest moans out of him, which grew louder and more intense when you finally wrapped your lips around his head.

No one compared to you, to your attention to details, to the way you were taking him all in, inches by inches like you were made for his cock and his cock only. No one compared to how blissful you looked pulling back, choking on your own saliva and the lack of oxygen. “You look so beautiful, Babygirl.”

His praise made you bat your eyes, hoping to receive more compliments. You flattened your tongue, licking him from the base to the top before you deep throated his cock again. You never left him untouched, your hands were massaging his walls or exploring his thick thighs while your mouth almost brought him to the edge.

That was when he pulled on your hair and demanded you went back up on your feet. “I bet you’re soaked. All you need is to see a cock to wet your panties.” You nodded as one hand reached up to cup your face, the other to cup your core from under your dress. He could felt the ever growing wet patch. He discarded of your panties in one effortless pull and pressed his pointer and middle fingers against your sensitive clit. He circled it, studying your reaction.

“Daddy...” You breathed out. “I need you.”

“I’m proud of you for using your words,” his finger slipped inside of your entrance, you moaned out his name. “So greedy and needy and easy for me, like the good whore that you are. Is that right? You’re Daddy’s perfect little whore?”

He was two fingers in, all the way to the last knuckles. He pumped in and out of you slowly yet roughly. You smirked when he finally touched that spongy spot inside of you. “I’m Daddy’s. I’ll always belong to Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

He brushed his thumb over your clit, his fingers stopped fucking your hole to abuse the bundle of nerves until tears started to pool in your eyes.

“Be a good baby.” You looked at him with doe eyes, sucking his thumb between your plump lips. “Do what I want.”

And you reached your high. You had nothing to hold you up, except for your shaky legs that threatened to give in under your weight and the intensity of your orgasm. You sucked on his thumb harder, hoping to quiet some of your moans but your screams escaped your parted lips.

In a blink of an eye, you were pushed against the bed and bounced against the body that blocked your every movement. His pants were nowhere to be found, just like the rest of your respective clothes. Your finger tips brushed over the skin of his shaven cheeks, down to his neck and chest. The intimacy, you had craved it all these years.

“I bet that sweet cunt of yours missed my cock.” He spoke, chuckling mockingly when he pushed himself in your stretched hole. You both let out a long moan of satisfaction. He rested inside of you, adjusting to your warmth and tightness. “I was right.”

“You’re always right.” You flattered his ego, and earned a sloppy kiss in return.

His lips moved down to your neck where he sucked hickeys and left small bite marks as he picked up the pace of his hips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, hoping to bring him that much closer, and deeper, into you.

Zemo pinned your wrists above your head and pumped his cock inside of your tight pussy like his life depended on it. “So fucking wet for me,  gonna make me cum, Baby.” He had tried so hard to hold back, not to mark you and claim you again.

“Wait for me.” You begged him, and he brought one hand down to your neck again. He squeezed it, choking you deliciously until your eyes rolled inwards. He tightened his grip ever so slightly and he felt it, he felt the way your walls fluttered around him.

He thrusted inside of you, his hips snapped against yours and the sound of your skin slapping echoed in the bedroom. “Cum for me, Princess. Cum with Daddy.”

And you did, your body exploded in fireworks when you felt his release planted inside of you. He kept moving, rocking back and forth. He leaned back, leaving your neck to rub your clit once again. He was a moaning mess, the overstimulation made it almost painful to keep going but he did not want it to stop, not until...

“Fuck, Daddy!” And a second wave of pleasure hit you hard, it left you panting and shaking even more than before.

Zemo had to pull away quickly, and already missed the feeling of being inside of you.

Your fingers reached between your bodies, dipping into your folds and moving up to your lips as they were covered in his seed. You painted your lips with his white cum, before you licked them and your fingers clean as he watched, completely amazed and mesmerized. “Taste just as good as I remembered.”

He laughed, he was always one step ahead of everything and everyone, but you always managed to take him by surprise. You were just that great, that perfect. He rolled to the side and fell heavily on the bed. His skin was glistening under the light of the chandeliers from the thin layer of sweat.

You pressed your legs together, clenching around nothing. You hoped you could keep his load inside of you, as a proof this had really happened and it was not just one of your daydreams where you two would be reunited.

“I missed this.” You boke the silence with a small voice. Your fingers brushed over the bruises on your neck, and you hissed at the sensitive skin.

He turned on his side, worried for a second that he went too hard on you. The smile and joy on your face proved him otherwise. “I missed you, Princess.”

“I missed you so much, Daddy.”

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The sun hurt your eyes, he noticed. He slipped out of the bed to pull on the curtains only to hurry back to you so you could lay your head on his chest. You were still wearing your bracelet, he started playing with it.

His mind was racing, just like his heart. You could feel it rumble in his chest like a loud engine. Something was bothering him.

“Oh, Zemo...” You caressed his cheek, looking up to study his features. “You can fool the smartest people in the world, but you’ll never be able to lie to me.”

“I’m coming home, Baby. I’m coming home now.”

You looked down again, taking a moment to answer. “Let me guess, you’ll take me to a fancy house like Rebecca’s Manderley and Jane Eyre’s manor at the Rochester’s. You’ll show me around, make me feel like I belong. And you’ll leave, high and dry. Again. All the money and presents from your people won’t erase the pain I felt. Not this time, not ever.”

He pressed his thin lips together. Pain, suffering, he was used to it. He had his fair share of it, caused even more to other people. The thought of hurting you, however, was unbearable.

“Every kingdom needs its king...” He paused and moved you, so you were resting on your elbows and your face was closer to his. “And an even greater queen.”