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kurooh · 4 months ago

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GENIE IN A BOTTLE ☆ S. GOJO

⊹₊˚. are you imagining this? after picking up a pretty bottle you found on the street, you find yourself face to face with a man who appeared in your room, claiming to be a genie. if you help him become a human again by breaking a curse, you’ll be granted one wish . . but the curse requires you to fuck him?

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, creampies, unprotected sex, oral [f!receiving], doggy/prone bone??, silliness, furniture breaks. | 3.7k words

xoxo, juno. the bottle is the same shape as the one from ‘i dream of jeannie’ but it’s blue and made of glass

“stop throwing books at me! i already told you, i’m a genie and i came from the bottle!”

the ‘genie’, who’s identified himself as satoru gojo, pleads desperately with you and shakes his head frantically at the sight of two more heavy books in your grasp.

“bullshit!” you shout, throwing another book at him that he manages to dodge. it slams into the wall loudly and his nose scrunches in either fear or irritation. “genies don’t exist.”

it seems like those words provoke a reaction. satoru gojo wordlessly takes a step toward you, holding his glass bottle tightly. in seconds, his face has grown serious, and he’s set his fierce azure gaze on you, jaw clenched tightly.

“oh yeah?” he challenges you. the tone of his voice is enough for you to drop the book you’d been holding onto. “i’m right here, aren’t i?”

“but that’s not—genies aren’t real,” you utter, intimidated by him but still stubborn till the end. “how could you possibly prove that you actually are one?”

there’s a sparkly puff of smoke that dissipates quickly, and the glass bottle teeters on the floor in the genie’s place.

this can’t be real. how did you manage to bring a fucking genie into your home? you’d simply picked up an interesting blue glass bottle that had been beside a trash can on the street; you’d placed it on a table and then turned to grab some materials to clean it up, and once you’d returned, the bottle had been tipped onto its side. this was when you should’ve trashed it — but you didn’t, and instead washed it, then began shining the glass with a cloth to restore its appearance.

the top of the bottle shot off and suddenly you were face to face with a disturbingly handsome man sitting with criss crossed legs on the table. the glass bottle had fallen to the floor, but it hadn’t shattered at all.

after a lot of screaming, you’d learned that this man was supposedly a genie, and his name was satoru gojo. apparently, he hadn’t been out of his bottle for decades. he was in the middle of talking when you’d jumped back in fear, then started throwing books and whatever else at him in an attempt to ward him away.

it was irrational, and even he was confused, but he’d done his best to be patient with you.

satoru appears again, bottle in his hand. his fingers are wrapped around the glass neck, and a smirk of triumph plays on his lips. you’re shellshocked and sputtering, not sure what to say. you are easily the most entertaining human he’s met in his time. when he’s free from the bottle and able to talk to his friends, he’ll definitely tell them about you.

“is that enough proof for you, princess?”

your glare is piercing, but he laughs. “o-okay, let’s get back to what you were talking about earlier. how do i get rid of you?”

satoru clicks his tongue, mildly offended. “you’re not even interested in wishes?”

“wishes?” your heart floats back up to your chest.

“ooh, that piqued your interest, didn’t it?” satoru laughs, setting the bottle down on the table. “wishes aren’t free, y’know. if you want one, you’ll have to do something for me. a quid pro quo, right?”

“yeah, that’s the word,” you eye him suspiciously, “keep talking.”

“so, i was essentially cursed, that’s why i’m stuck in this bottle,” satoru explains, his hands moving as he talks, “i’ve met plenty of humans throughout the years, and each of them has helped me with one part of the curse. there’s ten parts in total, and you’ve got the last aspect of the curse to help me with..”

satoru gojo is strangely attractive for a genie. can someone who’s been alive for thousands of years, living out that time in a glass bottle, look as though he’s just turned thirty? his features are not at all marred by age, his skin supple and his hair thick. wait, maybe his hair is white from age? snowy tendrils hang just over his eyebrows, which are the same color. you don’t know what genies would wear—you didn’t think they were real—but you suppose the white tobi pants and tight black shirt suit him well.

your eyes flit from his face to the bottle. the glass is uniquely shaped, with a thick, rounded base. the neck is narrow, and the glass is textured in different patterns and swirls. his eyes are the same blue as the bottle . . maybe that’s part of the curse?

“…essentially, you’re supposed to have sexual relations with me.”

your head snaps from the bottle to his face, practically giving you whiplash. “i’m supposed to—what!?”

satoru swallows, sighing through his nose. “listen, i didn’t ask for a tenfold curse to be put on me. i’ll give you your wish, no questions asked, if you help me out.” even though he’s pretending to be disappointed, his voice betrays him, tone growing cheeky at the end of his sentence.

“oh, please. you seriously want me to . . fuck you? a genie who’s thousands of years old?”

a laugh bursts forth from his lips and heat rises to your cheeks as you actually picture fucking him. “it is not funny! y’know what, i bet that’s not even the tenth proportion of the curse, you’re just—” it takes a moment for the proper word to come to mind. the whole situation is so insane it has you getting hysterical, voice pitching. “—deprived!”

“deprived?” satoru chuckles, his voice smooth. “who knows, maybe it isn’t for the curse . . maybe it is. what does it matter, though? you’ll get your wish.”

“y-you’re old! not even human, either!” at this point, you’re coming up with excuses to deny the side of you that genuinely wants to. satoru catches on, he’s not stupid; he can tell you’re prolonging this discussion likely because you’re nervous. how cute of you, he thinks.

“correction, i was once human,” satoru clicks his tongue, “and secondly, all that age means i’ve got plenty of experience. shouldn’t that be a good thing for you, little one?” as if his words weren’t already charming enough, he throws in a wink, his cheek lifting cutely.

you swallow nervously, about to enter into an otherworldly contract with this genie. “fine. we’ll have sex . . you won’t be cursed anymore, and i’ll get my wish afterwards.”

“let’s shake on it, then.” his larger hand envelops yours, and after a moment passes, he tugs your body into his and seals your lips with a hot kiss.

heat sparks through your entire body, the sudden rush eliciting a gasp that satoru swallows. he uses the opportunity to nip lightly at your lower lip, then slip his tongue into your mouth, stroking it over yours. this kiss is the first step towards more — it’s all happening so quickly that your head spins, mind growing foggy as the moment absorbs you.

you taste amazing; you’ve got some kind of sticky gloss on your lips that he’s not familiar with, but it adds extra flavor to the already delicious taste of your tongue. he’s always been into sugar, in any kind of form, especially the kind where he tastes a dessert on a pretty girl’s tongue. it’s chocolate, his expert senses tell him.

“ah—satoru,” you whine, weakly tugging away for breath, eyes hooded as your chin sits on his shoulder. “t-touch me, please.”

“not just yet,” and his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, intensifying the warm ache between your thighs. is the curse rubbing off on you? why does it feel like you’ll die if satoru doesn’t fuck you?

your nails dig into his biceps desperately, a whine of frustration tearing from your throat. “i’m—i’m begging you, touch me.” oh, if you keep talking like that, he’ll cum in his pants. it’s been so long since his last time with anyone; you’re just so pretty and perfect and every time you speak his cock twitches uncontrollably in his pants. he’s supposed to be the all-powerful genie, so why is his resolve melting away this quickly?

satoru’s lips trail kisses down your throat, and he eagerly takes in the scent of your perfume. it’s something sweet, a scent he can’t quite place, but it’s delicious. “you’re so soft—smell so damn good. fuck, what is that?”

“it’s my everyday candy perfume, ‘s not that special,” you murmur, wincing when his teeth sink into the tender flesh. the force of the bite tells you that you’re bound to have marks tomorrow.

“eh, it doesn’t taste that good,” he hums against you, fingers trailing along your waist and stomach over your clothing. “maybe that pussy’ll taste as sweet as you smell, hm?”

“hurry up and give it a try,” you utter breathlessly, fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling his hand between your thighs.

satoru’s once bright cerulean eyes are dark with something hungry—some kind of deeply rooted passion he hasn’t felt in a while. you feel small under his hooded gaze, his strong body pushing against yours and reminding you of what he is. it’s starting to seem like fucking a genie is about to be the best sex of your life . .

his fingertips slip past the fabric of your shorts and panties, nudging at your cunt. “you’re fucking soaked, babygirl—so needy,” satoru’s voice lilts in amusement as if he’s not dripping precum in his own clothes.

“need your fingers, satoru,” oh, the way you say his name makes him dizzy, his cock jolting in response. his body tenses, muscles going rigid as he forces himself to focus on you and your pleasure, not his stupid boner.

“take this off,” he pants, chest heaving.

you quickly undo the button and zipper of your shorts, tugging them and your panties down your legs in one swift motion. satoru shamelessly sweeps his eyes over your body, committing the sight of your curves and pussy to his long term memory. his stare is electrifying and intense, making every hair on your body stand on end.

“against the table,” he demands, waiting for you to position yourself accordingly before he pounces. shyly, you spread your legs, revealing your dripping pussy and swollen clit. you’re so sensitive, quivering just from the air against the delicate skin.

satoru sinks to his knees as though he’s about to worship you . .

one kitten lick turns into a few, and then he’s fucking hooked. his large hands find purchase on your plush thighs, fingers digging into your skin to tightly hold you in place while he slurps up everything your pussy has to give him. he’s got his whole face against you, nose pressed into your clit and tongue all over your pussy.

“satoru,” you muster, sweat clinging to your forehead and heat swirling in your cheeks. “eh, toru..” this new shortening of his name has him releasing a choked moan into you, the vibrations causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

your fingers rake through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp. you curl your fingers, bunching the snowy strands between them, and without warning, you tug hard. this new grip allows you to drag his face against you, hips rocking against him to pull as much pleasure as you can from this angle. satoru moans loudly, content with being used to get off and sounding thankful you’re yanking his hair. was this what he’d wanted the whole time?

“yeah, just like that,” you whimper, voice cracking as the genie’s nose rubs against your clit; he shakes his head side to side in order to give you more pleasure. “y-you’re gonna make me cum, ‘toru.”

there it is, that shortened version of his name. satoru’s cock jumps against his thigh, and all he can think about is sheathing his cock inside you, cumming nice and deep. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? he’s dizzy at the thought of hearing you beg to be stuffed full.

your fingers squeeze against the wood of the table, and one of your thighs lifts up, settling over his shoulder. your body goes stiff, every muscle tensing as your pussy flutters against his tongue. “ugh, i’m—‘m gonna cum, satoru, fuckkk..”

you drag out that last curse until your voice breaks, orgasm hitting you hard, the force of it leaving you a shaking mess. falling over the edge has never been this amazing; you ride out the final aftershocks of bliss on the tip of his tongue, coming down from the high with a hiss of sensitivity.

“alright, alright. that’s enough, satoru.”

panting and puffing, satoru rises to his feet, the entire lower half of his face sticky with your arousal. it drips from his chin, and although it’s messy, he makes no move to wipe it away.

within a second, the genie’s got you caged in his arms, chest pressed against yours and hips aligned with your own. “shit, i—” he swallows the lump in his throat, so close that his lips brush against your own. his voice drops to a whisper, as he tells you his desire like it’s a secret between just the two of you. “i want you so badly.”

“desperation’s a good look for you,” you hum, pushing forward and connecting his lips with your own. the kiss is chaste, full of mutual understanding. your hands rest on his chest, fingers splayed as you relish the feeling of his muscles tensing beneath your fingertips. honestly, to think that a supernatural being is this weak for you . . hot excitement pools in your lower stomach, pussy squeezing at the idea of it all.

“shut up,” satoru says, his nose scrunching when he pulls back. the pale skin of his cheeks is flushed with a rosy color that grows redder by the minute. “got some nerve teasing me..”

his voice takes on that stern, husky tone again and your hands wander to the bulge between his legs. his tobi pants are tight with the outline of his hard cock, straining against the fabric and dying for some friction. but, he snatches your hand away and shakes his head, back to being demanding.

“nuh uh. bend over, palms on the table.”

satoru doesn’t even wait for the command to register, and flips you around before pushing you down.

“hey—you don’t even want me to take my shirt off?”

oh, right.

he slips his hand under the shirt in question and easily rips it right off you, the fabric tearing loudly. the genie’s now faced with your bra, something he’s not at all familiar with. when he was human, nobody wore bras with puzzling clasps at the back. before you can stop him, he does what he knows is most effective, ripping it right off and helping you out of it. “that’s better,” he groans, hand coming down hard against your asscheek.

“my clothes!” you gasp, pushing off the table to get up. satoru’s stronger and faster, pinning you down under his chest; he’s so heavy you can’t possibly move away from him, keeping you in place.

“you can always wish for new ones,” he snickers, undoing the black ribbon at his waist. he kicks the tobi pants off, then removes his undergarments and finally his shirt.

“oh, fuck off. i’m not wasting my wish on some clothes. the deal was to fuck, not destroy my clothes and whatever else.”

“yeah, yeah, yeah,” satoru taunts, tugging his lower lip between his teeth as he lines his cock up with your entrance. the fat tip nudges against you, sticky with precum, and the both of you gasp together.

“it-it’s been so long,” satoru stutters, guiding his cock inside you. he’s big, thick, and nothing short of perfect. a pang of sadness strikes you in the back of your mind, and you momentarily wish you’d be able to fuck him more than once.

“well, what’re you waiting for?” you huff, wiggling your ass left and right. “are you nervous, toru?” that mocking tone is enough motivation for him, and he pushes inside you fully, bottoming out with ease.

“we’ll see who’s really nervous, little one,” he grits, bracing himself by planting his hands on the table. his glass bottle lays somewhere on the floor, forgotten. “you thought i destroyed those clothes? no, no, no,” his voice is low, and he leans forward, hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. “i’ll destroy this fucking pussy.”

a moan bursts past your lips at satoru’s filthy words, fingernails scrabbling against wood to keep steady. “like it when i talk to you like that, don’t you?” ignoring his instruction from earlier, you slide your hands off the table and offer them up behind your back, sending him a heated glance from over your shoulder.

“oh, i’ll give you what you want,” and with that, satoru gathers your wrists in one hand, yanking your arms back while he develops a rhythm. it’s brutal — his hips slam into your ass mercilessly, each movement full of urgency and a primal desire.

his heavy balls slap your puffy clit hard, sending shocks of electricity throughout your entire body. he’s so deep, pushing against your cervix and stretching you out with each sloppy thrust. it’s like you can feel him in your lungs, and the unbridled force behind his hips has the table rattling beneath the two of you.

“so, so fucking good,” satoru groans, eyes rolling back into his skull as he pounds your pussy into oblivion. a genie, of all people, is showing you what it really means to be fucked. anything before or after him pales in comparison, and the idea of fully ruining you has something nasty curling feel inside his stomach. “babygirl, you look so good like this . . sound s-so good too, fuckkk.”

“right there!” another harsh slam of his hips propels his tip into that sweet, spongy spot deep inside of you. your cunt contracts around him, and he knows he’s got the angle down. “toru—oh, fuck . . cum inside me, please.”

“‘s only been a few minutes and you’re that desperate for me to fill you up?” satoru grunts, the room filling with the sound of skin clapping against skin. it sounds like an applause, the kind that marks a special occasion, something as big as this one—his curse will be lifted soon and he’ll become a human again after so damn long.

“y-yeah, give it to me,” you sob, tears pouring down your face as you beg. “toru, please!”

there’s a loud crack from beneath you, and satoru whisks you away just in time as the table collapses beneath you, the once intact piece of furniture turning into a heap of wood.

“t-the table!” with a hushing sound, satoru fucks the thought out of your head—every single one, for that matter—and holds you steady by the wrists.

“don’t think about it, jus’ focus on taking it,” satoru’s voice is smooth, quite the contrast to the way he’s fucking you. “baby, ‘m gonna cum.”

you moan at his words, jaw hanging open as he fucks you stupid. it’s hard to form thoughts to then make sentences, but you try nonetheless. “toru—fill me up, fucking fill me up!”

the genie groans, pushing a hand through his white hair and lightly tugging at the strands just as you’d done earlier. the small action maximizes his pleasure, and he chokes out a husky groan. “i will, fuck, i promise,” his voice grows frantic, words squashing together as a familiar euphoria seizes his whole body, making his muscles tense. “i’m gonna cum—ugh, take it all, t-take it all..”

satoru’s cock twitches inside you, deep against your cervix, just before gushing cum and filling you with the biggest load you’ve ever felt. his high triggers your own, and your cunt’s spasming, wrapping tighter around his length and milking every drop of cum from him. “satoru,” you sob, voice raising and splintering into a needy whine.

wordlessly, he wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you back against his chest. his breath comes in ragged pants against your neck, and you swear you feel wetness against your skin.

“uh, are you okay?” you ask, voice hushed, “are you still a genie, satoru?”

“uhhh, i can check,” but he makes no move to pull out or away from you.

“satoru?”

“fine. i don’t wanna let you go, but i will.” with a hiss, he pulls his cock out of you, staring at your cunt intently. as if on cue, his cum spills out of you, dripping in sticky trails along your inner thighs. your lower lip wobbles, and you turn back to take a look at him.

satoru closes his eyes and puts his hands together, willing himself to get inside the bottle. there’s no puff of smoke, no theatrics, and he bends over to pick up the bottle. it’s lost its blue hue and special luster, reverting into a dull glass bottle that you’d see in a clearance section at a homegoods.

as if possessed, satoru jumps up and down, cheering loudly. his cock and balls slap against his pelvis, and he grabs you, tugging you into a strong hug. “yaaaayyy! thank you for helping me, pretty girl.”

“you broke my table and tore my clothes,” you grumble, glaring at him so hard he pushes your head down into his shoulder.

“maybe i can make it up to you? i am a full human now, after all,” satoru says cheekily, smiling against your skin.

“wait a minute,” you shove him back, fixing him with another glare. “what about that wish, satoru? you promised me a wish, you’d better still be able to grant it.”

he swallows nervously, looking away. “i don’t think humans can grant wishes..”

you hit his shoulder, shaking your head angrily. “you’re a liar.”

“okay, listen. let’s just give it a try. plenty of genies have turned back into people and have still granted a wish, i think,” satoru closes his eyes and gets into some kind of combat stance. “pick up the bottle and rub it.”

the glass is cool in your hands, and you rub your fingers along the textured glass. satoru’s closed eyes glow briefly, and he nods surely. “yep, that did it. okay, make your wish now. i can’t grant anything involving death, making me or you a genie, more wishes, you know the drill. go for it, babygirl.”

“i wish . . ”

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ashenlavellan · 3 months ago

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Final Thoughts on my 1st Blue Lions Playthrough [4/4]

First off - my apologies for spamming, as well as the fact that I could've waited until I finished since I zoomed through it so quickly towards the end.

[MAJOR THANKS - to those of you who had interacted with my earlier posts and did not spoil the Blue Lions/Azure Moon route for me.]

So, shortly after Fort Merceus - I'm genuinely surprised that we didn't have the whole, pillars of light and all that bullshit. As soon as we claimed it, I was nervously waiting for everyone to scramble out of there as everything went down... but then, it didn't.

Anyways, everyone comes rushing back to Garreg Mach - especially once there is word that there is a man waiting for his sentencing from Dimitri, claiming to have been part of the tragedy that took place upon Duscur - including all of Dimitri's loved ones.

Honestly, as more time passed on and more information came to light, I can certainly say that Dimitri's stepmother is not as innocent as we initially believed. Not at all. But I can't fully dwell on it since there was nothing else left - Arundel was killed back in Derdriu and Cornelia was killed in Fhirdiad. Two of the people with connections to Dimitri, as well as what happened in Duscur - now dead.

Anyways, skip forward a bit and before the entire confrontation in Enbarr, we have a tense conversation - Dimitri and Byleth v. Edelgard and Hubert... It was quite intriguing hearing her reasons as to why this war had begun, as well as Dimitri calling her out and claiming that her method and approach is simply self-righteous - regardless of those who are weak and are unable to fight back. I knew for a fact that this wouldn't end peacefully, [otherwise it wouldn't be a Fire Emblem game] but the fact that both leaders somehow come to an understanding as to why they're doing what they're doing... interesting.

Skipping forward to the final confrontation - I was NOT expecting the lengths that Edelgard would go, but I kept being surprised and was somewhat terrified. Luckily, her attacks from a distance hardly damaged Byleth and Dimitri... the only nuisance was Myson [Those Who Slither in the Dark] and his spell that could lower any of my units down to 1HP. That was annoying AF.

Dimitri and Byleth managed to easily take down the transformed version of Edelgard and the cutscene was... Man, it was shocking to say the least. In one final attempt, he wanted to try and make peace - at least to some extent - but the fact that she wanted to take advantage of that, especially with the dagger that's tied them together, made my blood boil. Especially Byleth's, based on her reaction.

It was ironic, though, in the end. Dimitri had caught on that she was purposely letting her guard down and as the blade pierced his shoulder, he had swiftly thrusted his spear into a vital organ and she slumped forward - dead.

My heart broke a little as they began walking out and he hesitated, wanting to glance back, but Byleth had caught his hand and they had shared a look... They walked out together, hand-in-hand, and my god...

It's so fucking obvious that the chemistry is there, regardless if Byleth romances him or not.

Don't even get me started on his S-support - my fucking god, I loved it so much. He starts listing off all of the reasons why he cares for her and what she is to him, and then -

"That is true. To me, you will always be the one who guided me so kindly. My ally through all. My beloved... Yes... My beloved."

EXCUSE ME?

[Look, I know that by the end of the game I had... {checks his stats] around +50 Charm for him, but my god.]

I fucking squealed as he began blushing and getting flustered once he handed Byleth the engagement ring and she hadn't answered. I, however, chose the option as she hands him the ring Jeralt had given her -

"What is this?"

"I love you, Dimitri. Marry me."

The look on his fucking face had me cackling - he was so surprised and embarrassed by the turn of events and his response had me smiling.

"Yes. I see. Right. In that case, let us exchange them, shall we?"

But before I could revel in the fact that he was embarrassed, it changed the screen to the S-support image and I fucking died. He's holding Byleth's hand close, looking at her with such a tender gaze, and he continued -

"Your hands... Now that I hold them within my own, I see how small and fragile they are. These hands that have saved me countless time... Thank you, my beloved. Your kind, warm hands... May they cling to my own forevermore..."

Sir... SIR?!?

I'm so glad that I finally gave the Blue Lions/Azure Moon route a chance [especially since I've owned the game since it's release date and never played any other route] - I don't know if I'll ever be able to play Golden Deer and witnessing the scene/moment where Dimitri's still consumed by his inner demons and grief, getting him killed shortly after the fighting at Gronder Field. It breaks my fucking heart that he only survives within his own route, but dies in the other...

Man, all of you were right about the emotional rollercoaster, but I feel like no one mentioned the inner turmoil I'll now experience if I play Golden Deer again and have to witness his death... It will hit so differently now, after playing this route and pursuing his S-support.

P.S. -

Thank you to everyone for watching me experience this rollercoaster of a playthrough and how some of you may have been laughing at my confusion or even thinking "Oh, just wait..." - I hope you got a good laugh or smile at my confusion/shock/etc. with this playthrough... I can see now why so many of you enjoyed it and I thoroughly enjoyed it too!

Thanks again for being so kind to a hardcore Golden Deer/Claude girlie! I hope to publish some of the ideas I have running through my mind for both characters - Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd and Claude/Khalid von Riegan.

#fe3h #fe3h dimitri #fire emblem three houses #blue lions #azure moon #dimileth #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

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moonchild701 · 4 months ago

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Blue Bonfire

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Summary: Demon Dabi is summoned

Pairing: Demon!Dabi & Gen Reader

Content Warning: Drinking, Implied Death, SFW

Word Count: 666

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Yes I did make it 666 words on purpose :D

This is for a Halloween Challenge in one of the communities here on Tumblr. I used four prompts from the challenge, plus my own for funsies, so I'll be posting every Thursday up to and including Halloween.

Prompt: Demon & Bonfire

Happy Halloween and Enjoy!💕

My Masterlist

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The cold, dark night is made bright and warm from the bonfire in the middle of the clearing, the crackles of the orange flames joining the laughter and chatter of you and your friends in the otherwise silent woods.

As a bit of R&R, you all decided to go camping out here, and what better way to enjoy camping than sitting around the bonfire telling ghost stories, drinking and being stupid. And being stupid, you all decide to play games.

Someone brings up the tale of if you're in front of a big open flame like the bonfire, and you say a demon's name three times while throwing salt into the flames, it will appear. You may feel a presence.

Some of you call bullshit, some of you refuse to participate, some of you beg them not to do it.

They do it anyway.

The one who brought it up in the first place is the one to do it. He's of course cocky about it, because well, it's just a stupid story made up to scare people. It's not like it's actually going to work.

"Dabi" he says, all drunken confidence, with a hint of playfulness, dashing salt into the flame. "Dabi." Another dash, "Dabi.", and another.

At first, nothing happens other than the flame turning slightly more yellow. The guy laughs drunkenly, swaying on his feet.

Just as someone says, "See? Bullshit.", the entire fire extinguishes, all at once, all on it's own. You all gasp and squeak and curse, and then the fire suddenly roars to life again, bigger, brighter and a brilliant blue.

You all scream.

Among the panic, someone hears something, shushing you all.

"You guys hear that?" Her voice trembles as she hopes it was just her imagination.

But now you can hear it.

A quiet but incessant clanging of metal in the silence, gradually getting louder, faster, closer.

Until it abruptly stops.

The wind howls, the flames dance wildly, slowly forming a swirling vortex in the shape of a tornado, licks of fire lashing around it. Within it, a silhouette forms, seeming to flicker; the fire seeming to burn brighter, hotter, crackling louder. You skin twinges with the heat, beads of sweat trickle down your face and neck.

And then the fire vanishes, and in its place, there stands.....something.

With the moonlight now as your only source of light, the only things visible of your new addition are the shape of long horns curved to the sky and what seems to be staples in its face glinting in the low light of the moon,

You're all petrified. Completely unable to move with the pure terror saturating your very bones.

And then you hear a laugh.

Low and deep and dark.

Sinister.

It turns your heart to ice, your lungs to ash, your brain to slush.

You feel the blood drain from your face, the tremble of your limbs, the dryness of your mouth.

This thing is very obviously not human.

As if hearing your thoughts, it's eyes snap open, and you hear one of your friends choke on a gasp.

Blue, blue, blue.

The bright azure of his eyes are gorgeous, like looking into gems, into the fire that blazed moments ago, as they seem to glow.

That terrifying gaze traces over you all oh so slowly, slitted pupils making it that more piercing, before finally landing on you.

A flicker of that pretty blue flame comes to life again in his palm, and it illuminates his features hellishly.

The light reflects off of his staples like glitter, swaths of discolored skin contrasting against the pale, unblemished skin.

Of course, the most terrifying thing, is his smile, though it seems like a stretch to even call it that, seeming more like a baring of teeth.

Wide to the point of pulling at the staples, rows of sharp teeth on display.

It's the last thing you see before all you know is heat and pain and silence.

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#moonchild701 #mha #bnha #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi x reader #dabi x you #my fics #happy halloween #halloween #sfw

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objectumnonsense · 1 year ago

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a post (link) from @smutposting-ao3 unexpectedly gave me some inspiration and i banged this out (no pun intended) in like three hours (minus editing, which took. a considerable amount of time). content warnings for canon-typical gabriel shredding and some dubious consent

Sisyphus and V1's glaring contest was only broken by Gabriel physically stepping between them and clearing his throat. He turned to Sisyphus with his arms folded.

"What are you doing? I thought you said you liked it when you two met!"

"It started it!" he answered defensively, looking over Gabriel's head at it and frowning. He turned and glowered at it instead.

"Well?"

It signed several almost incomprehensible words in very quick succession, but Gabriel picked out "first loss beat bullshit" with a lot of accusatory pointing.

"...So he was the first thing you've ever lost to?"

It nodded, folding its arms.

Sisyphus laughed.

"That's all? No wonder you were such a sore loser then."

V1 unfolded its arms and looked ready to cuss him out again when Gabriel raised a hand to stop it.

"Enough, you two. We're not here for petty fighting."

V1 nodded eagerly when it heard the word "fighting" and started flipping a coin in one of its blue hands. Gabriel shot it a glare.

"Put that away. We still have to go over rules before we get started."

It rolled its eye, but obliged him, and he turned to address Sisyphus.

"You're sure you're alright with this? It's going to be really intense. I don't want to upset you."

"Angel, I've seen horrors of war and battle the likes of which would make weaker men drop dead at the thought. Nothing you and the weapon do to each other can phase me."

Gabriel still looked doubtful, but nodded and continued.

"Machine, if I or Sisyphus says the safe word, you stop immediately. You remember what it is?"

It nodded and signed "server" before he could ask.

"Good. Of course you know murder is off the table, but besides that, anything goes. Sisyphus, you should probably stand out of the way."

He heeded his words and walked to the back end of the chapel, where he righted a fallen pew and sat down in it. He nodded and gave the pair a thumbs up.

"Perfect. Now, Machine," Gabriel's voice boomed throughout the enormous room, wings and halo manifesting in a burst of brilliant blue light as he unsheathed his swords, "prepare for a resounding defeat!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, V1 leapt forward in blur of blue and gold. What followed was a near incomprehensible exchanging of blows, so swift and powerful Sisyphus had trouble telling what was going on. Sawblades whirled, coins gleamed, swords slashed, and blood exploded from the place where the two met. It was a complex dance to a rhythm only the two fighters could hear, and the sheer, practiced brutality was utterly stunning.

An explosion from a rocket sent the pair flying away from each other, V1 hitting the ground rolling and Gabriel hitting the wall hard. V1 looked for the most part unharmed, besides a few deep scratches in its Knuckleblaster arm. Blood stained its plating, but was quickly absorbed.

Gabriel, on the other hand, looked much the worse for wear. A magnet protruded from his thigh, surrounded by dozens of half-buried nails; his left arm and stomach were bleeding openly onto the floor; still, he laughed ecstatically.

"Is that the best you've got?" he barked. "Come on, let's put on a real show!" To Sisyphus's utter shock, his wings and halo glowed brightly anew, dazzling azure with tinges of gold chasing away the dim light of Heresy.

V1 narrowed its eye at him. With a flick of its Whiplash arm, it attached itself to him, and the fight began again.

It was somehow even more bloody than the last clash, but Sisyphus could actually track Gabriel's movements this time. He kept up at first, but soon he began to lose - badly. The machine tore at him again and again while he barely managed to get a scratch on its plating. With each hit he took, a breathless laugh bubbled from his lips.

Finally, with a well-timed ricochet shot straight through his chest, Gabriel fell to the ground, wings unable to carry his weight any longer. Sisyphus stood and made to walk across the chapel to the two, believing the two to be done. Gabriel raised a shaky hand.

"Wait a second -"

His sentence was cut off by a pained shout as V1 leapt onto him. In the blink of an eye, it had broken the clasp of his chestplate and tossed it aside, exposing his torn skin. Sisyphus managed to catch a glimpse of several weeping bullet holes before V1's hands were all over Gabriel, fingers finding as many wounds as they could and burying themselves in them.

Gabriel arched with a cry like a wounded animal, squirming under V1's ravenous touch. It shifted to spread itself across his body, one thigh between his and the other hooked around his waist.

With an obscene squelch of tearing flesh, its Knuckleblaster claws dug into one of the wounds, exposing muscle and sinew and sending even more blood showering onto its plating and the floor below.

Gabriel howled - an unsettling, desperate sound - and V1 pressed itself into him. His hands scrabbled ineffectually at its sides, its back, anything he could reach. Sisyphus shifted his gaze slightly and noticed the shaky but steady motions of his hips against its thigh.

The Knuckleblaster had torn at Gabriel again in the moments Sisyphus had looked away. This time, it pushed into his side, deeper and deeper, until the claws were buried to, well, the knuckles. The air left his lungs in a long moan as it slowly dragged them down, leaving long, ugly gashes in their wake.

Surely the machine was fueled enough by now. Gabriel was practically bleeding out underneath it and it still took more.

A barely-audible "Ma- machine, please," was the only sign Gabriel was still conscious. His arms had dropped to his sides and his head lolled.

Apparently V1 knew what he wanted, because it started shifting its thigh, grinding against him where he was apparently too weak to.

"Th-thank you, thank you, ggh-!"

He barely managed a twitch of his hips when its hand - the Feedbacker, this time - started massaging his bleeding side with the same rhythm it was grinding on him. They kept at it for a few moments more before, with a weak gasp, Gabriel convulsed for a moment, then fell totally limp.

Surely it was done - but Gabriel had warned him beforehand, after all.

The machine shifted its position over him and settled itself between his thighs, all four arms grabbing and pushing and groping. With a click of metal, its panel slid aside and it wasted no time in grinding itself against his still-clothed crotch.

A cold pit grew in Sisyphus's gut. Gabriel was unconscious, or at best barely hanging on, judging by the way he gave no resistance to its manipulation. Was this a regular occurrence for the two? How much did he know about what happened to him after he passed out?

He stood.

"That's enough, weapon. Server."

It whipped its head around at his words, and for a moment, he was frozen in place by the sheer, animalistic fury in its gaze. The center ring of its optic was pin-narrow, while the outer ring was so wide as to almost not be visible. Its wings arched, one hand instinctively reaching halfway to its back.

But only for a moment. Its eye refocused, its hand lowered, and it stood and backed away, raising its empty palms in a surrendering gesture. Sisyphus noticed how tense he had suddenly become, and that his fists were half-raised.

He attempted to shake the heavy cloud of - fear? disgust? something unpleasant and cold- out of his head and approached Gabriel.

He knelt at his side, laying a hand on his chest. His heart beat faintly - thank the stars - and some of the smaller scratches on him were already starting to knit together. Still, Sisyphus couldn't shake the strange, bone-deep feeling of apprehension from himself.

Gabriel was fine. He would heal. He just needed to get him home. (He forced himself not to think of how many times he might have been left on the floor here after the machine was through with him.)

He retrieved Gabriel's chestplate from next to him, and with the other arm, scooped his body up.

He was definitely unconscious. (And was he always this small compared to him?) Sisyphus held him closer to his chest - just so he wouldn't fall - and turned to face the machine.

It had been eyeing the trail of dripping blood left behind by Gabriel being moved, but met his gaze when he stared at it. It sat stock still, body language unreadable, panel long since closed. Besides the excess blood drying on its plating, it showed few signs the encounter had ever taken place. (Damned thing. What right did it have to look so unbothered when it had almost - almost -)

Neither moved for a few moments. Sisyphus wasn't sure what to say, if anything at all. (What could he say?)

He settled for a terse nod, turned on his heel, and rushed out of the chapel. (His steps were not hurried with panic. He was calm. Gabriel was fine.)

He felt the machine's stare on the back of his head until he was out of its sight.

#my writing #nsft #no fucking way am i maintagging this. if you find it you were lookin for it #cw gore #cw dubious consent #augh. is this even in character

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frostironfudge · 2 years ago

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Labyrinth - Bucky Barnes - Chapter VII

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Word Count: 7k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: chapter contains 18+ moments, minors DNI, angst, fluff, smut (p in v, dirty talk, d/s undertones), worried bucky, talks of hypothermia, hypothermia being dealt with, feels, angst, swearing.

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Chapter VIII

Six Years and Four Months Ago.

“You need to talk to him.” Wanda whispers, dragging your gaze away from Bucky typing his notes meticulously on his laptop. Two tables across from you. The glasses only adding to his handsomeness and when he does the little lip thing? The little tug and then running his index finger across his bottom lip, you want to just scream into your pillow.

“Y/N, I think you’re drooling.” Wanda’s hand blocks your view with a tissue in your face. You click your tongue and Bucky looks your way. Your eyes widen, cheeks flaming and you bury your face in your book.

Bucky purses his lips, raising a brow at your reaction. Then he wants to laugh. Your reference book is upside down. At first he thought why was a white paper in his peripheral vision blocking his view of you. Now watching Wanda laugh he knows you were looking at him too.

Part of him wants to just move over to your table, maybe just accidentally spill his stationary towards you and have a reason to talk to you. Be someone other than just being the best friend of his best friend who has a crush on your best friend.

He’s snuck into four of your classes following said best friend’s lead. Steve wanted to look at Wanda and all Bucky wanted to do was talk to you. Today was no different; the miraculous free slot he had lined up with your lecture.

“Your book is upside down.” Wanda whispers, your gaze focused onto the words.

“Shit, what if he saw?” You turn the book upright, then at Bucky who was focusing on his laptop

“I’m pretty sure he’ll still admit his crush on you.” She teases you smack her arm.

Bucky’s gaze shifts to the two of you, Wanda rubbing her arm and you meet his eyes. Swallowing the lump in your throat you wave at him. He just kept his intense azure gaze upon you. He wants to laugh at the way everything else and everyone else fades against your light but all he can do is stare at you. Tongue tied.

“He does seem grumpy.” Wan comments, taking a bite of her bagel. You huff, reluctantly dragging your eyes away from Bucky.

“He is not grumpy.” You defend, the tales of his cold demeanour preceded him, “Also I don’t think he has a crush on me.”

“Bullshit, why else would he come with Steve into our classes?” She demands, waving her bagel to emphasise resulting in a few crumbs falling.

“Moral support? The way you drag me to Steve’s games?” You roll your eyes, when a figure blocks your view of Bucky.

Stephen Strange smiles at you. You blink up at him. You had a shared ethics class plus were previously project partners.

“Hello Y/N.” He greets whispering, running a hand through his hair. The dark locks move falling onto his forehead.

“Hey Stephen, how are you?” You smile then, Wanda raises a brow watching the interaction. Ideas popping in her head.

“The same Stephen, who is studying to pursue medicine and then surgery?” Your best friend chimes in, her impressed voice has Bucky tear his eyes away from the laptop to his now eclipsed sunshine.

Stephen blushes, the red tinge spreading over his neck and cheeks.

“Y/N has spoken very highly about you.” Wanda adds, you pinch her thigh.

Yes, Stephen impressed you and yes he had been one of the better project partner’s in your student lifetime.

“I um, thank you, she’s always so very kind.” Stephen clears his throat, eyes moving back to you, “I wanted to ask you something, is it okay if we speak privately?”

Bucky presses his lips into a thin line, he did not like the sound of that, not one bit. The thing is he just gets so tongue tied around you. He tries to gauge if you’re happy about Stephen’s proposition, your expression gives nothing away as you follow Stephen to the other aisle.

Bucky follows from the other side, he could pretend to need a book or read one while eavesdropping.

Stephen smiles yet again as the two of you stand in between the last two aisles of books.

“So, the reason I wanted to talk to you privately is that I have been thinking and I couldn’t wait to express my feelings.” He shifts closer to you, hand reaching for your own. You allow him to grasp it.

“Stephen–,”

“Please just, please hear me out?” He requests, you nod.

Bucky drops three hardcover books to the floor from his pile of six. The thud has Stephen turn, your hand slipping out of his to help Bucky.

“Apologies, the fourth one got too heavy.” Bucky speaks stoically, internally glad you’re kneeling with him and helping him. Stephen sends a glare his way. Bucky almost sticks his tongue out. Childishness has its moments.

“No worries, do you need help carrying them back?” You ask, Bucky shakes his head.

“Just could you help me pile them up?” He requests, you turn to Stephen wordlessly asking for a moment or two.

“I’ll be here.” He smiles at you and when you turn he glares at Bucky, who glares right back at the medical student.

You’re oblivious and Wanda is having the time of her life seeing this from the other end of the aisle.

Bucky hands you half of the books after you stand then holds his pile, effortlessly taking the weight of your pile as well. Your fingertips brush over his forearms when you retreat. Goosebumps break out over his skin, a soft sigh leaves his lips.

“Thank you.” He smiles down at you, you smile back up at him.

“You know, if you want more baking inspiration I know blogs that have better explanations than the books. I learned from those better.” Your words prompt his face to morph into a quizzical and confused look. Eyebrows furrowed and nose slightly scrunched he shakes his head again. Then his eyes fall to his pile of books, you point at the four books about baking he holds in his arms.

“Oh, yeah sure. I’m going to keep these. Thanks.” He walks away, cheeks flaming and chastising himself. He pauses on the other side of your aisle. Still able to hear your conversation.

“Sorry, um, you were saying?” You ask Stephen, he takes a deep breath.

“Yes I wanted to ask if you would be open to accompanying me to dinner. Any night works apart from the weekends. I volunteer at the med centre so I wouldn't be able to switch that around.” He explains, his eyes bright and hopeful.

“Stephen…” You did have feelings for Bucky, they were preliminary, even if you were to accept Wanda’s observations it was still a long way till the two of you would ask each other out or verbalise something.

“I should make my intentions clear, this is a date, I like you, Y/N.” Stephen cups your cheek, “I’d like to explore this, if you say yes.”

Bucky holds his breath, grip on the books tightening. Wanda stands next to him quietly. Both of them are waiting for your reply.

“Stephen… I don’t know I…” Your gaze moves from him.

“Do you have someone else on a more serious level or is it a puppy crush?” He narrows his eyes.

Your brows furrow taking a step back, “It isn’t like that–,”

“Has he made his intentions clear? Have you?”

“N-no…”

“Then I believe keeping his feelings in mind isn’t right, keep your own in mind. You can always form new feelings for someone else, I’m not talking about myself. I know this may sound harsh but you know me, I’m very practical in my approach to life.”

Wanda shakes her head, “Idiot.” she whispers. Bucky looks at her.

“Why?” he wonders.

“She will be practical in her decisions but the basis of her reasoning will contain a level of emotional approach.” Wanda really wants Bucky to approach you. She wants you to be happy.

“Bucky Barnes!” A shrill voice greets, “Are you not excited for our date? I’m so glad Steve gave me your number.” Sharon giggles, wedging herself in the space that was between Bucky and Wanda.

“Does Wednesday work for you?” Your voice sends a pang through Bucky’s heart.

Sharon’s words had sent a pang through your own.

“It does, I’ll text you the details of the place. Thank you.” Stephen beams as he walks away. You round the aisle Wanda smiles at you, taking you to your table as Sharon latches herself to Bucky’s side.

Six Years and Three Months Ago.

Steve beams as Wanda takes her place on the bleachers at the match, he knew the two of them were dancing around each other. His gaze moved to his best friend, who was looking at Wanda's best friend, you.

Realisation dawns across his features, that is why the date with Sharon was cancelled and Bucky cut her off. Steve chuckles he would have to propose a double date to Wanda. His gaze takes him back to the woman who is smiling brightly and waves at him.

Steve waves back, Wanda smiles brighter.

Bucky chuckles watching his best friend turn into a lovesick fool. He wonders though if this would be the two of you. Through the grapevine he had heard Stephen and you didn’t pan out. The date with Sharon was shut down by him. He wondered if you knew.

You’re a few rows above with Wanda, but he doesn’t care if he has to turn back all the way to look at you. Wanda elbows your side.

“Ow, what?” You demand, smacking her arm.

“Your man is looking at you.” She laughs when you start your short search for Bucky.

“He’s not my–,” You find his gaze in the crowd immediately, words dried upon your tongue.

Bucky licks his bottom lip, biting down it. You send a small smile his way. Bucky returns it with one of his own.

“You made Broody Barnes smile.” Wanda wants to gloat but the whistle drags her eyes to the field finding Steve.

You and Bucky keep looking at each other through the hands waving and the cheering crowd. The distant gazes translate onward when Wanda figures where the celebratory party is, Bucky’s across the dance floor leaning against the wall, beer in hand speaking to his friends, but his gaze is always upon you.

Only to break your gaze from him when Wanda pulls you to the dancefloor, your cheeks flame at your stumble before you right yourself. For a few songs the pair of you laugh and dance, before Steve taps on her shoulder as the song changes to a more sensual beat. You smile at him rolling Wanda out from your arms and having her move into his arms.

When you turn Bucky’s there holding out a bottle of water for you. You take it thanking him as you finish more than half of it. He doesn’t say much and neither do you as you follow him to the same wall he was leaning against earlier. He turns facing you as he leans against it.

A row of people cause you to be pushed against Bucky, your palms landing on his chest. His arms encircle your waist. Almost pulling you closer. Drake’s One Dance is playing towards its end and Bucky gives you a smile, the little crinkles by his eyes appear, you beam brightly up at him.

“Micul meu soare (my little sun).” He says, before you can ask him what that means, he slowly begins moving his hips to the rhythm leading you to dance with him.

When you begin to dance with him, Bucky feels his heart grow fuller. There is laughter shared between the two of you as the songs change and the way Bucky leads you through the moves. Another move, a spin and you’re dipped down before he brings you up.

Lips close to yours, eyes locked in, breath fanning across your face. Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, thumb moving over his cheekbone. Bucky leans in, wanting nothing more than to know the way your lips would feel against his own.

When you squeal, thrashing slightly in his hold and then it registers cold sticky liquid spreading over his side.

Who the fuck poured their drink on the two of you?

He rights the two of you, scowl etched on his face as he looks around for the culprit. Then he looks down at you, holding your t-shirt away from your body.

“Do you know where the bathroom is?” You ask him, you sigh, so close, so close to finally… you sigh again. Bucky nods, holding out his hand. You grasp it searching for Wanda but you fail to locate her.

Leading you to the upper floor of the house Bucky opens the door of the bathroom. A shirtless Steve turns Wanda away from the door, protecting her from view.

“Bucky.” Steve whines, Wanda peeks from above his shoulder grinning when she spots your hand and Bucky’s intertwined.

“Lock the door man. Is Runlow's room open? We need a bathroom some fucker spilled their drink on the two of us.” He explains, you meet Wanda’s gaze.

“Do you want to go home?” She questions, you don’t want to but the stretch of beer clings to your skin and you know the shirt isn’t salvageable.

“You’re with Steve and I–,”

“Hey none of that okay? Steve will understand and you’re important.”

“Wanda’s right, if you aren’t comfortable you shouldn’t put yourself second to anyone.” Bucky adds, squeezing your hand.

“I don’t like the smell of this beer on me…” You admit, all three of them laugh.

“Do you two have a ride?” Steve asks, Wanda shakes her head.

“Had half a beer about an hour ago, I can check the breathalyser or communal uber.” Bucky offers himself to be the designated driver.

“Alright give us five minutes to straighten up, then we’ll drop you two home.” Steve declares the three of you nod.

Bucky shuts the door, his hand still in yours, you smile looking down at the interlaced fingers.

Present.

Bucky laces his fingers with yours, the fireplace burning bright and casting a glow. Face buried into the crook of your neck. His mind races with the thoughts of the past hour and everything he’s tried to do to get you out of hypothermia.

Second guessing every step he’s taken.

Praying, hoping you wake up.

Even if you hate him.

Even if you push him away.

Even if he has to keep loving you from afar.

The panic still burns through his veins, at the way he scrambled around the cabin. Setting you on the couch, putting his sweater on you and along with the throw blanket. Rummaging around the rooms, gathering all the sheets. He had thrown his warmest clothes into the drier along with your clothes so they would warm up and he could make you wear them.

“Sunshine, you’re gonna warm up okay? I promise.” He whispers, clutching you tighter as you both lay on the couch. Your shivering doesn’t relent, he decides to move you both again, placing blankets on the carpeted floor.

Carefully laying you down, the heat of the fireplace was better felt. Your hands grasp at the blanket. Your breathing is slow and shallow. He doesn’t like the sound of it, arms running over you to try and warm you up.

Bucky thinks back to his own excursion; they taught them the steps to combat hypothermia. Your body’s shivering was showing no signs of slowing down. He didn’t want to but skin to skin contact was seeming the only way to help you.

He shifts out from under the blanket, swiftly ridding himself of his clothes except his boxers. Bucky joins you under the blanket. He keeps his gaze upward, fingers grasping your pyjama shirt and pulling it off of you. He only allows himself to look down when he has to help your arms free.

The bottoms are quicker to remove, turns you around.

Your back against his chest, his arms encircling you and intertwining with your fingers. He had turned the heating system of the cabin to the maximum, a plethora of blankets and sheets surrounding you. The windows were rattling as the snowstorm picked up outside.

He knew it was futile reaching for the phone. You tremble in his arms and he tries to keep you warm. He knew he couldn’t utilise sudden warming methods as those would cause more harm than good.

After half an hour he carefully touches the skin of your back. It feels warmer, despite facing the fireplace your face is cold.

“Soare, please, please, you gotta warm up baby.” He whispers, turning you in his arms, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. Your palms press against his chest. Bucky holds you flush against himself, your shivering intensity comes down in the slightest. For a moment he leaves you under the pile of blankets to retrieve another blanket to place upon you.

His skin softly gleams, a thin layer of sweat covering him.

You whine, he returns tucking you closer to himself. “Right here, Sunshine. Warm up for me please.” He promises with a kiss on your forehead. Large palms move over your back trying to generate more heat and offer comfort. Your legs tangled with his and the fuzzy socks feel warm to him.

As the time goes by your shivering reduces, when your shallow slow breathing gets deeper he feels a weight lift from his chest. Peppering your face with kisses he has your face nuzzle again into the crook of his neck.

“Please baby, now you gotta wake up okay? Sunshine, please. You warm up my days and nights, ever since I snuck in behind Steve because he had eyes for Wanda but I saw you, the girl from the library wearing the t-shirt with a sunflower on it? Do you remember that day?” Bucky sniffles.

You’re pulled closer as his cheek presses to your hair. Your eyes slowly open, the close, heat lazily flows encasing the cold surrounding you. Something keeps rumbling against your body.

You shudder feeling a chill creeping into you and then more warmth blooms.

“Shit, Sunshine, you’re okay I have you, you’re all warm. Soare, all warm.” He assures you, placing another kiss to your head.

You take a deep breath, another rumbling under your ear then the scent of citrus, bergamot and—Bucky.

His voice becomes clearer, the rumbling making coherence now, you close your eyes tightly.

“Fuck, I should have told you earlier. I shouldn’t have waited back, I should have confronted you about what you said to Rumlow the night of the party.” The words spill from him, your brows furrow.

“I should have told you I’m in love with you, that I want to be with you. Not just as your one night stand or fuck buddy, I love you, Sunshine.” He admits, you shift, carefully lifting your face from the crook of his neck.

“Sunshine?” His palm cups your cheek, you blink away the grogginess. He can’t believe you’re awake, oh god you’re awake, he didn’t fuck up the steps.

Your lips move but no voice comes out, you cough. He rubs your back tenderly. Your dazed eyes meet his own. He brings the bottle of water close to your lips, slowly you sip the warm water. Thankful he kept essentials within arms reach.

“I’ve been in love with you for the longest time.” He admits, his nerves making him word vomit his feelings.

“Puffin,” You blink and open your eyes slowly to his beautiful blues, “I’m in love with you too.”

“Wh-what?” He stares at you, your eyes fall closed as exhaustion pulls you under yet again.

“I love you too, Puffin.” You mumble, the five words wrap around his heart, encasing it, embedding themselves onto it.

Your eyes close, this dream was nice, Bucky was holding you. Peppering kisses on your face full of love, whispering his I love yous between warm touches.

The best part?

Your admission of love was returned by him.

This dream was nice.

Even if it was a fever dream.

Four Years Ago.

“Do I need to fucking go?” Bucky affixes his glare on Steve.

“Yes, this is Wanda’s gallery opening. She asked for you to be there, you know she considers you a friend.” Steve explains while fixing his tie.

The brunette huffs angrily, tying his own tie. Futile attempt to get out of it.

“Why do you not want to come?” Steve demands, “And please don’t take Y/N’s name, it has been over two years Bucky. The two of you need to let that go or talk it out.”

Bucky keeps his mouth shut. The clench in his jaw makes Steve roll his eyes. Bucky did not want to have any association with you after the crap you said about him. Over fucking brownies. He wants to laugh at the absurdity of it all. He thought you would be something more.

Begrudgingly he walks behind Steve into the gallery, the champagne flute eases his mood in the slightest. Then he spots you, staring at a painting of books and papers scattered about.

He doesn’t know much about art, but he can see the appeal in that painting. The sort of chaos that is harboured within it, eases something in his mind.

He knows he’s scowling at you, it’s been the permanent expression that he has to school always around you. Morphing it into a bored expression or a glare. It’s on the tip of his tongue telling you off. Hitting out at your worst insecurities.

You sigh, feeling his burning gaze. It’s weird you think, how Bucky Barnes has turned into someone you didn’t know you could dislike. You don’t hate him despite his cruel words. You just, you’re confused. Seven hundred and thirty days and yet the two of you barely exchanged any words.

Only keeping up appearances for your best friends.

You turn, locking your gaze with his, the disdain and anger palpable through his eyes and the scowl that morphs into his glare. Your fingers tighten around your glass. Offering Bucky a tight-lipped smile you return to your quest to find Wanda.

It had been ages since you had seen her. Steve spots you smiling brightly as he waves you over, his arm around your best friend. Tears prick your eyes, you take deep breaths.

Wanda squeals seeing you moving out of Steve’s arms to wrap her arms around you. You laugh as the two of you hug. Her arms tighten around you. As do yours, unspoken feelings shared. Her happiness is infectious. You both twirl hugging still, breaking out into giggles when you pull away.

“I’m so happy you came, where’s Beck?” She still holds your hand. Your eyes somehow land on Bucky.

“He’s, he has meetings, sends his love and best for you though.” You wait for her to read between your lies, wait for her to notice the tired lines, the bags under your eyes. The way she could just tell what was wrong with you.

“Oh that's too bad, but you’re here! Now let me,” she turns when her shoulder is tapped. You swallow down your disappointment.

Bucky watches you, eyes narrowed. If Brock’s instagram was any indication, Beck was in St. Tropez with him. So why are you lying?

“Ah, Y/N this is my supervisor.” Wanda has the two of you exchange pleasantries before she’s dragged away from you.

Steve sighs happily, “I’m so proud of her. She’s worked so hard these past months.”

“Mmhmm, I am too.” You agree, Wanda’s time was divided between work and Steve. You knew this occurred in relationships.

“How are you doing? I feel like we haven’t seen you in so long.” He turns to you, then he pauses, “Y/N, are you… okay?”

“Yeah, I just, things aren’t where I want them to be. Um, but that's okay.” You shrug.

“I, have you spoken to Wan?” His brows are furrowed in concern, he looks to Wanda maybe you could speak to her.

There was something off about you tonight.

“No, I, actually we haven’t spoken in weeks, she hasn't answered my texts normally either.” You admit, it feels crappy making the dig at Steve but an irrational part of you blames him.

“Why? Is everything okay? She didn’t mention anything—,”

“Steve, have you guys had date nights?” You cut him off, he nods.

“Several.” He adds.

“How many times has she mentioned me?” You ask, his lips purse then he inhales not having an answer that would make you happy.

Your humourless chuckle has him seek out Wanda yet again. Your hurt is palpable.

“Nothing is okay Steve. I–just tell Wanda something came up, if and when she’s free she can call me. I just, I’m sorry.” You turn, moving towards the gallery exit.

Bucky moves up to Steve, “What did the drama queen want—,”

“Buck. Don’t.” Steve warns, “There’s something going on.”

“She lied about Beck. He’s in St Tropez with Rumlow.” Bucky offers.

Steve’s brows furrow yet again, biting the inside of his cheek he resorts to finding Wanda. You needed your best friend.

Bucky walks opposite to Steve, a part of him wanting to check up on you. He spots you standing next to your car, one hand covering your face and the other holding your phone.

“Yeah, I know, I just, can I get a few more days? Please, I just, I can’t lose the apartment—,”

He tucks his hands in his pocket moving closer to hear you better.

“Please, just, I need to sort out the baking—, it’s all I have at the moment—, I’ll have to shut the baking business down. Please just another week—,” you sigh, “I’ll try to have the things taken out.” The call shuts off, you’re typing away on your phone. Sniffles tumbling across the parking lot.

Bucky pulls up your baking page on his phone. The most recent post was uploaded a few seconds ago.

‘Hi Everyone,

It’s with a heavy heart I need to announce that I will be shutting down operations for Confection Confession. The financial aspect is something I tried and failed to figgure out and funding for my baking has to take a backseat.

If something comes through I will resume operations but I think that is going to be very difficult seeing how things are currently. Thank you to everyone who placed an order and trusted me with their events.

For now, it is a heartbreaking goodbye.

PS. Orders for this week will be delivered on time, next week onward orders will be refuded.’

Bucky looks up from his phone to your hunched over form. He swallows thickly, you’re wiping your cheeks. As much as he wants to leave you it doesn’t sit right with him seeing you this upset.

A few more breaths later, your car door opens and he watches you settle in, coaxing yourself to drive home.

He returns back inside to find Steve and Wanda in an argument.

“She’s clearly upset, how have you ignored her?” Steve demands.

“I haven’t ignored her because she knows I was busy. She has her own boyfriend and life, Steve. Sometimes that happens not every set of bestfriends are attached at the hip like Bucky and you.” Wanda glares at him, the guilt eats at her she knows the conversations on text have been sparse and the first time she heard your voice was tonight after ages.

“You may want to ask her,” Bucky interrupts, Wanda’s glare affixes onto him.

“What? What do you of all people have to say?” She seethes, he takes a step back.

“Wan.” Steve holds her arm, “Don’t, it's not our thing to sort, we’ve tried and failed.”

“Ask her about her damn baking shit, she was crying outside. On the phone with someone. You know she fails to speak up her issues. We’ve—You two have seen it. She needs to work on it, yes but the least the two of you can do is check in on her.” Bucky looks at the two of them this better not seem like concern on his end.

Wanda reaches for Steve’s jacket pocket, bringing her phone out. The notification for your baking page’s recent post leads her to the announcement.

“Steve.” She turns her phone to him.

“Shit.” He says, “Do you want to go?”

“Ah, Wanda Maximoff, this is Carol Danvers. The director at the art gallery you covered in your project.” The supervisor smiles introducing Carol.

“Hello Wanda.” Carol puts her hand forward.

“Oh my, Ms. Danvers, I’m—I admire everything you do.” Wanda takes her hand.

-—<><><>—-

“Steve!” Wanda squeals, running through their home.

“Yeah babe?” Steve calls out from the bathroom, shaving cream smeared over his face.

“You better not be shaving—,” Wanda narrows her eyes.

“I’m halfway done, baby. The rugged look isn’t flying by with the boss.” The blonde explains.

Wanda leans against the counter, “Goodbye delicious beard burn.”

Steve sputters, then coughs as the foam enters his mouth. Spitting it out he turns to his girl, “What is it?”

She giggles, “Oh! Yes Y/N’s starting back up again, an order came through to sustain. The apartment got sorted as well.”

“Why isn’t she moving in with Beck? Were they not all set?” He questions, looking through the mirror.

“Apparently their timelines changed based on Beck’s work goals. She’s happy though it helps her keep baking alive now that this has come in, also her apartment housewarming is happening next week.” She smiles at his clean shaven look. Wiping the stray bit of foam from his side.

“Though I know something has happened between them, she’ll tell me in time. I’ll coax it out.” She assures.

Her phone chimes again, reading the message Wanda laughs endearingly.

“What is it?” Steve peers over her shoulder as she turns the screen to him.

“She’s printing the order receipt for the business saving order.” Wanda opens the image zooming in on the order list.

“Jamesetta Barnette.” Steve purses his lips to not laugh. Oh he’s going to have a field day teasing Bucky. The name is an old memory from their high school days.

“So sweet of this lady, she said she ate the brownies at your party, do you remember her?”

“No baby, I don't. I was honestly preoccupied with being fed brownies by my girl.” He smirks pulling Wanda close to him, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Present.

Warmth surrounds you, easing the cold out of your system. A familiar baritone guides the warmth through your vessels. In moments body awareness returns. It’s familiar being pressed up against his body. A few moments the way he held you as if he couldn’t let you go but always did in the end.

You wonder if you move will it end?

Will he pull away and leave again?

Will your admission to being in love with him over ages ever come into reality?

Even if it will end in hurt, you want to tuck these moments away.

“Bucky?” You test your voice, clearing your throat. The movements of his palms across your back stop.

“Sunshine? Are you staying awake for longer this time?” Bucky’s laughter rumbles against your chest.

Blinking several times you realise how closely the two of you are intertwined. The heat of his body has you forget the horrible chill that became one with you. You move your left palm up, along his chest to the column of his neck and cup his cheek.

“Do you feel cold anywhere?” He questions, you shift slightly, your lips pressing to his left shoulder where one of the constellation tattoos he has begins.

“Chest.” You murmur, it was cold, aching without letting him know of your feelings, without him.

“Where on your chest? Do I help turn you towards the fire?” He begins to untangle from you.

“No, no! Please, don’t go.” You don’t care if it sounds pathetic, he could insult you later, “Please.” Your whisper etched onto his skin.

“Baby, I’m here okay? Not going anywhere.” Bucky assures, worry spreads across him again, should he have just taken you to the hotel’s medical cabin?

“Sunshine?” He kisses your head again.

You nuzzle closer to him in response.

“I want to see you. Can I see you?” The gentleness in his voice sounds frantic. You wonder why he is sounding nervous? You nod.

Bucky allows you to move, watching and waiting if you need help. He grabs the pillow when you shift from him and brings it under the two of you, pulling you close enough that your head is lined up with him.

“There she is,” he smiles, palm cupping your cheek, “My sweet girl.”

You look into his eyes, the blue in them always takes away your breath. The little flecks of hazel. Always finding them in a room oh so easily.

“You gotta say something, Sunshine.” He prompts, nudging your cheek with his thumb.

“You don’t feel the same way.” Your mouth speaks before you can stop it. The smile from his lips retreats.

“Y/N,” He pauses, did you not remember?

“I just, you keep saying these confessions of love in my dreams and peppering me with love and I, I hate that I don’t have that with you beyond my dreams.” You confess.

“What did I do in the dream?” He questions, still stroking your cheek with his fingertips, “Tell me, please. I want to know what to do to let you know I do love you.”

“You, you will mock—, what?” Your lips part, you search for any hint of jokes, any cruel intentions. There is nothing on his face but the need to love you the way you need him too.

“T-that wasn’t a dream?” You ask, his gaze softens as he nods. He can’t help the smile that takes over his features.

“I’ve been in love with you for the longest time raza mea de soare.” He brushes his lip against your forehead, “It means, my sunshine.”

“I’ve been in love with you for the longest time too, Puffin.” You brush your lips against his forehead, “It means my penguin.”

Bucky’s laughter seizes your chest. You giggle as he peppers your face in kisses just as before. The sound relaxes him, the happiness spreading through his chest. You’re okay, you’re in love with him too and you’re okay.

“Are you feeling hungry?” Bucky mulls over the snacks stocked in the kitchen; those would be enough.

“No, just, somehow tired but awake but tired.”

“Hypothermia does that, had me worried there Sunshine, thought I’d lose you and the chance to have those delicious brownies.”

“I thought you hated them… that you thought my baking skills would take me nowhere.” Your words have him taken aback. He never said any of those things.

“I never, Sunshine—, I always adored your baking but you just, you had said, that you were surprised I knew and understood decadent and rich flavours given my financial background.” Now his words have you taken aback, his face soured at the recollection.

You push away from him and the blanket falls from your body. Bucky’s eyes move to your uncovered chest. You huff, grabbing the pillow to your body. His head resting on the blankets now.

“Bucky, the way you got yourself through uni and helped your family is something I’ve admired to this day about you.” You exhale, “We’re having a serious conversation and stop thinking about my boobs.”

“I know, I’m not thinking about your boobs. I was just checking…” his cheeks are flushed.

“For what?”

“The body temperature.”

“You have an inbuilt thermometer in those pretty blues?”

“I well—,” his eyes went to the pillow again.

“Bucky.” You chastise.

He meets your gaze, “Y/N, I’ve never said anything like that about your baking. Hell I’ve loved all of the things I’ve had that you made. I just, you said those things so I stopped having your baked goods… it just, it felt insulting. That you of all people would judge me based on the dollars in my account.”

“But I never said any of that, I’ve been so hurt by your words that I just, I thought, I wanted to ask you out that night and you just, but your words ruined it all. You thought I was a gold digger and was only speaking with Quentin because of his money. That hurt Bucky.” You look away, the night’s events still burning brightly.

“Then the next day I asked Steve for your address so I could speak to you, to understand what went wrong between us dancing at Rumlow’s party to Steve’s party.” You look down at your hands.

“I told him I didn’t want to speak to you.” Bucky agrees,

“Or even look at me, the call was on speaker.” You add then grow quiet.

Moments of silence pass by, Bucky stands clad in his boxers, moving to the couch and bringing your thermal wear with his sweater to wear. He faces the fireplace as the two of you put on your clothes.

“Who told you I said those vile things?” He questions turning to look at you.

“Sharon.” Your fingers grip the blanket recalling the way she lied about throwing away the ring.

“Rumlow told me you said all of that.”

You both sit amidst the blankets, facing each other.

“Please don’t tell me we wasted six years because of Sharon and Brock lying to us.” You look at Bucky, strands of his hair falling forward then shifting back as he meets your eyes.

Bucky licks his lips, pressing them into a thin line as the fact becomes abundantly clear. You both wasted years hating each other over lies and too big egos to resolve things.

He kneels, cradling your head between his palms, “I’m so sorry I didn’t agree to hear you out that morning, Sunshine or work on improving things between us.”

Your hands encircle his wrists, closing your eyes as he kisses your forehead.

“I’d have reacted in the same manner. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder either.”

“This afternoon, when I said I didn’t want you that way, I meant I didn’t want you just in a fake fiancés with benefits way, I, I tried hard not to fall harder for you. Over six years though? You’ve made your place in my heart. I don’t want to lose you, or have you leave my heart again.” Bucky’s thumb strokes your jaw, “I’ve lost enough time with you, I’ve lost you to someone who hurt you, please, please give me the chance to never lose you again.”

You swallow the lump forming in your throat, blinking away the stinging in your eyes.

“Puffin?”

“Yes, Sunshine?”

“I’m all yours.”

Happiness brims over in waves, his lips press to yours in a kiss full of promises that he will fulfil. You fall back against the blankets, taking Bucky with you. Your fingers tangled in his hair. His hands make their way under your thermal wear, goosebumps erupting across your skin as you arch against him.

Teeth and tongue the kiss is sloppy, hands moving over one another as if this is the first time you’re together. Bucky grinds his hips against you, eliciting a moan that he swallows onto his own lips. Your legs tighten around his waist.

When he pulls away he cups your chin, making sure you’re looking at him.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are, Sunshine?” His eyes darken, your lips kiss bitten, beckon him closer. You feel his stubble graze the column of your throat. He pulls away when you shiver at his ministrations.

“You, that was all you.” You whine, needing more of him. Just his intermittent grinding wasn’t enough, you wanted to feel him, “Bucky?”

Another circle of his hips has you whimper as the sound goes straight to his cock.

“Tell me what you want Soare (sun)?” His lips follow the path of his stubble.

“Want, want to know what it feels like to be wrapped around you as yours,” You hiss as he nips the flesh of your neck, groaning. The arousal pooling at your core.

“I know you’re dripping for me, baby.” He hums another drag of his stubble across your skin. “Let me tell you something though,” His palms move to the waistband of your leggings, dragging down your panties with them. Lust blown eyes admire your exposed cunt, Bucky licks his lips watching the arousal gleam in the light from the fireplace.

He descends, your legs spread for him, he kisses the apex of your mound, hands moving over your thighs, squeezing the flesh. Lips brush over your inner thighs and his stubble follows the kiss bitten skin. You shudder under him. Bucky’s tongue moves over your folds. He hums as you coat his tongue.

Mouth latching onto your clit his teeth lightly graze it before he sucks upon the nub. Your moans music to his ears.

“So fucking divine.” He pulls away to praise you, your eyes meet his, a thin string of your arousal connects with his lips before he moves in again. His tongue unravels you.

Bucky, Bucky, Oh— long thick fingers tease your entrance, slowly he sinks them in groaning as your walls squeeze around them.

“So pretty, such a good girl. You want more Sunshine?” Your hips meet the thrusts of his fingers, you nod needing more from him, the third finger sinks into you. He curls them finding the spot that would make you see stars.

You begin to climb, Bucky’s mouth and fingers causing you to lose focus, you begin to wipe away everything other than him. He loves that, how he brightly consumes you. Just the way you do to him.

Your hips stutter, thighs shaking as you feel your orgasm draw closer. The wet shclik of his fingers echoes with the moans leaving you. Bucky watches you, chest heaving as your breathing alters, skin gleaming. He spells his name onto your clit with his tongue, you moan louder.

He curls his fingers tapping the spot that reduces your words to only moans and calls for him to join you in the afterglow. He waits till you’re right at the edge and then he stops.

Your dazed eyes meet his, he brings his coated fingers to his mouth. Licking them clean, his ring clad finger still remains coated, Bucky brings it towards your mouth. Your lips part, the taste of you coats your tongue you clench around nothing. You suck on his finger, tongue swirling around it, your mouth promising the most obscene things to him as the tip of your tongue flicks over the tip of his finger.

Bucky groans, “Sunshine.” The sight is ethereal, you spread out for him, being his good girl, his finger in your mouth and the little fucked out look that begins to take over your eyes.

His finger leaves your mouth with a trail of saliva you crave for him to consume you. Bucky keeps his gaze on you as he takes off his clothes, when you reach for helping him he cautions you with a look.

His cock freed from its confines hard and tip glistening with precum. He leans over you, cock pressed against your stomach. Your clothes bunched over your breasts. Bucky cups one in his large palm, gingerly rolling your nipple between his fingers. Your breath shudders, hands moving to his biceps. You need to hold him.

His cock moves over your folds, both of you watch as it gets coated by you. Bucky pulls you closer, legs wrapping around his hips, your lower back lifted from the floor. He grabs your jaw before his cock slowly enters you inch by inch.

“Sunshine,” He groans, “I want you to tell you something,” he buries himself to the hilt, your walls spasm around him. Clenching wanting him to remain buried inside you. Your nails dig into his biceps as he ruts against you, the short hairs stimulating your clit.

“Bucky,” you look up at him, he smirks.

“Everytime this fucking divine cunt has been wrapped around me. You have been mine.” He pulls out and thrusts back in, you cry out.

“You,”

thrust

“Were,”

thrust

“Mine.”

He ruts against you again, your clit pulses at his movements. Pleasure climbs up your body. He begins to move again, the sound of skin slapping against skin is obscene, Bucky’s mouth presses to yours, before he slows down again.

“You,”

thrust

“Are,”

thrust

“Mine.”

Your hands move to his back, the muscles contracting under your hold, he shifts closer, your right leg now thrown over his shoulder. His thrusts faster and harder, moans tumbling from your lips and his chants of your name intertwined with his grunts. Each sound pushes bliss to climb through your body.

His lips latch around your nipple teeth grazing, you cry out, nails raking down his back. Bucky moans as the sting amplifies the sensations of his pleasure. Your walls spasm around him, he knows you’re close. Palm sliding along your leg, his thumb finds your clit, circling the nub he sends you barrelling into your orgasm. You arch against him, mouth parted in a silent cry.

As the fog clears, you seek his lips, hands moving to cup his cheek bringing his lips to yours, the way your pussy grips his cock like a vice.

“I’m not going to last sweet girl.” Bucky groans, you graze your teeth over his bottom lip,

“Need you, Bucky. So good, you feel so good.”

At your praise he gives a few more thrusts before he spills inside you. Your walls spasm again as his thumb rubs against it.

“One more, Sunshine.” He prompts, lips everywhere. Chin, shoulders, chest, cheeks, lips, and forehead. You cry out, his teeth sink into your bottom lip tugging as you cum around him. Eyes drinking in the sight under him. You.

Him and You.

As it should have been.

A.N.: so they kinda talked it out, what do we think is going to happen? tell me your theories! also sorry about the wait! thank you for reading!!

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dispatches-from-the-lorecord · 2 years ago

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The final battle of Gauntlet Crystal has a lot of fun lore

[February 2, 2023, second part of this conversation]

{Sol:}

I don't look back fondly on my GC fic

like, at all :Kappa: I was a shit writer back then

but I'm slightly entertained by how I handled the Mt. Silver confrontation

I think I remember it also being the most fun part of writing the fic for me

{Haji:}

Aww but I enjoyed those :tppAYAYA:

{Sol:}

like I still remember "how do I explain OG Red's party? well..... the Pal Park exists, doesn't it."

and then just came up with the idea of having it be bullshit summoning because leftover voice powers

which I think really added to the final boss feel lol

still looking back at anything before the final 2 chapters makes me instantly cringe

{Krizste:}

reading my own writing regardless of how good/ i genuinely like it/ etcit makes me uncomfort..

you can see that with many of my earlier comics, they have no dialogue

the idea of g.red being a red vessil or red reborn is cool as

like, in a way that it want like that

liek being just some kid baring vauge likedness to a Ledgend(tm) while growing up in a cult space. wit hnothing special about him

but then people make it happen

{Haji:}

Found [the start of the second Red battle]

Also this conversation which is still hilarious 😂

{Mitzi:}

i remember reddo’s team wasn’t even healed for, like, the initial battle

{Sol:}

I'm still so mad I missed this

the chat reaction was HYSTERICAL

everyone celebrating after a day of trying to beat Redo, and then M4 is just like OH YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE DONE :MingLee:

legit the fucking funniest shit

{Trollkitten:}

That reminds me of the exact moment in Anni Crystal when we witnessed Evan beating Lance for the first time... we were announced as the Champion... and then Lance threw us a curveball by saying that there's another Champion to fight... and then Azure appeared on the screen

I was literally dancing around my room

Later on I gave the devs a moderate chewing out for letting us believe Azure was dead, but that's another story

{Krizste:}

'no fucking way :Jebaited: '

hahaha

{Sol:}

HAHAHAHAHA

{Newbie:}

"why do i hear boss music still?"

{Krizste:}

why is the boss music getting more intense?

{Mitzi:}

red’s gotta be on, like, the bottom 5 hosts i’d want to suddenly pop into existence behind me for a battle

{Sol:}

tfw my 2nd phase is a downgrade in difficulty

{Krizste:}

like the final battle in sv?

:Kappa:

{Sol:}

true.....

{Newbie:}

host powercreep 😦

{Sol:}

I just like how "only on TPP" the Mt. Silver twist was

Azure was neat but any hack could've pulled that stunt

{Trollkitten:}

Well, to be fair, it hit different for TPP because we were all experiencing the game at the same time and were all producing lore and headcanons and such, so we all got the reveal at the same time and it felt that much more special because we were NOT expecting that

{Sol:}

yeah I know

{Krizste:}

what would [Red0′s] glitch possession look like? the vertical bars from supposed drowning?

were there more glitches?

i need to know for science :Kappa:

{Sol:}

uhhh considering the MissingNo. in his party there was a lot of item duplication :Kappa:

{Krizste:}

:Kappa: wow bottomless goods, that sounds like a fun one

the joke of 'place all your stuff in the tray' and then he... places..... all the stuf...

the stuf...

the red thing was def something

(was not there, clealry )

but its easy to see,its ya ledgend man himself-

but also

ya just beat up ya previous hostman

no sprite changes, no cutsceane

ya accedentalyl talk to him again

get a rematch

but then its not a rematch

{Sol:}

:HYPERRACC:

{Krizste:}

its an absulte fliparound gitpunch from the left

even tho u and him are standing right there

the relisation point is so late in it... the hostmans got the same name, only when the mon comes out its a big frikken woah

{Sol:}

it's da redster

....2?????

{Krizste:}

red: the redvenge, the.. redcoming...

{Trollkitten:}

The Reddening

The RetREDing

{Krizste:}

you think your red isnt red? think aga-

{Haji:}

@Krizste Well one idea [about how Red0′s glitch possession would look] floating around at the time is... Complicated 😂

{Krizste:}

armoured with//.... rhydons?

innnnnnnnnterestingor

whatever it is

[squints]

{Haji:}

It's a pair of Rapidash heads

Lemme see...

{Mitzi:}

the assmodeus armour, or somesuch. terderrer’s, i think.

{Haji:}

So the concept started as this

Led to this

From this

And when Wikstrom had Red's team in GX and the other E4 got the teams of the Gauntlet kids we all knew it was just a model thing to get around host cameos

Which led to this

{Krizste:}

Ah, tis the joys of creation

{Haji:}

Development :VoHiYo:

{Krizste:}

the asmodius red is... shirtless? :

:^o

{Haji:}

Rereading the passage in the fic, I think it's supposed to be Mewtwo so it looks bare

Mewtwo chest plate kind of thing

{Krizste:}

i thaught mewtwo jjust has its peccs out

:^>

{Haji:}

Oh yeah. Dippy is totally questioning his life choices right now after being forced to fight this thing. Sorry, I should say Dippy has long been questioning the Voices' choices and may not know if he can win, just hopefully not die 8D;;

Because seriously, this is what happened to the last host with our "help" 😂

And sifting through memories, came across this again. :tppAYAYA:

-snort- oh no, I just had the image of N introducing herself to the pair and RedO being a little leery of adults (because just about every adult he knows has been fairly shitty and wanting to befriend him is usually because they want something) and then she brings out Gavvy and RedO's like curious and creeps over to get a better look. See? Friendly. And Dippy explains how it's actually a relative of Vileplume so maybe RedO should let Blank out. 83

{Krizste:}

wouldnt dippy get worried about himself when seeing this?

what if they fuck him up too?

{Haji:}

I'd think so

Because he wins, and then what? What happens when they're through with him? Thankfully nothing.

He's kind of the same man of the group keeping the crazy of the other GKids in line

I have this adorable hc that after rescuing Red0, Dippy got him into garden therapy and in later years, Red0 runs a small farm with his Pokemon. :tppAYAYA:

{Krizste:}

oh sweet my gardener red pin fits!

{Haji:}

Yes XD

{Tranzi:}

gauntlet red is a gardener kid who never got to experience the voices like og red did and this is why he's mentally stable and not permanently nonverbal ;-;

#twitch plays pokemon #tpp #lorecord archive #gauntlet crystal run #red #red (gauntlet red)#dpk #red (gauntlet red) is possessed by the glitches #loremaker sol #loremaker krizste #loremaker tranzi #loremaker terderrer

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gefdreamsofthesea · 1 year ago

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Trails to Azure dev: okay what's the most bullshit way to earn bonus DP?

Trails to Azure dev 2: a boss fight with a five minute time limit?

Trails to Azure dev: genius

Trails to Azure dev 3: oh, I know! no time limit this time, but the boss no-sells most of your attacks and hits like a truck and their s-craft instantly KOs everyone

Trails to Azure dev: GENIUS!

#gef plays trails to azure

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eristic-kaleidoscope · 2 years ago

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I'm on Fire || Byrne || Trial 5-2 || RE: Adrik, Kenshin, Akito

Though Byrne had started things off, he'd been content to sit back and listen to the information people were spouting back and forth, MOSTLY agreeing with whatever ideas were spitballed here and there. Byrne never considered himself to be a smart man, but he at least could follow where people's thoughts were going. for the most part.

Byrne squinted as Adrik spoke, however, as he opened and closed his mouth, the thoughts lingerings on his tongue as he just needed the exact words to describe them. To pieces together his speech, his commentary, his... Well. A lot.

In that time of his processing, both Kenshin and Akito added on before he had his chance to speak his own mind.

".... Akito, you act like admitting that you're suspicious and offering up more information about yourself makes you less suspicious. My guy. It does NOT make you less suspicious. It just makes you look like a fucking self-centered idiot."

Byrne grumbled, proceeding to massage his temples in mild frustration. He'd give Adrik the pass for now given the two were dating, but he'd certainly thought that... Well. That things were starting to get more aware there.

"Like Kenshin said, pretty sure it'd be weird for Erisu to have attacked and betrayed her own siblings if they were working together, and whoever the third party was had to have been in the red floor. Dunno why Calluna wouldn't opt to just tase Erisu down herself, if it was her, since at least An and Calluna can do that? No idea if the third can, and if his tablet has those permissions."

His, Byrne said, making his beliefs subtly clear. Though... Well. He wasn't about to keep his mouth shut with that alone. There were so many things to say, and the difficulty was figuring out how to limit it down to what was the most important.

"Akito, I think it's you. When we first met and I asked what kind of nickname you wanted, you told me yourself, didn't you? 'Azure.' So that's what I fucking called you. Putting that aside, you remember that conversation we had? Where you knew shit about me that you had no business knowing? None of your reasoning as to HOW you had that information made any fucking sense. You claimed you were fucking born observant and acted like knowing shit about people was a curse, which is a load of bullshit. You KNEW that stuff about me. You knew it. And you refused to fucking tell me the truth about how you got that information. Like you said, my profile information was missing, right?"

He spat, just a hint of venom in his voice. At a point, he wasn't planning on calling Akito out publicly for this. But... well. It was now or never, wasn't it? It was now or never.

"Ah yeah, since that's vague as hell, why don't I spell it out for people? Because it's not real convincing if I just SAY that and don't give any information beyond it, you know? So. Akito knew that I used to have ties to gang members. Something only END, Kenshin, and Kori knew because of a dungeon run we did. You know what he said tipped him off? That I had tattoos. Because of my fucking tattoos. NONE of which are gang signs, by the way. they're all shit that's personal to me. But there's fucking MORE."

He paused, his pulse pounding, loud enough that he could hear it banging against his eardrums. Louder. Louder. Louder. Was he to say something? Should he actually open his mouth and explain? He was more comfortable talking about his former neighbor than he was talking about... Well. Other things. He'd tried to tell a couple of people and completely broke once, and NEARLY broke another time. His heart continued to pound. His breathing was ragged.

Byrne reached out beyond the gap between his podium and Kenshin's grabbing at his hand for moral support.

CW: School Shootings

"I'm... A survivor of a school shooting from 2023 in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. It's... Been a long time, but it... still fucking hurts to talk about. A LOT. S-So, I uh... Haven't really talked to anyone other than Scarlet and Nacho Deluxe about it. Since... It's personal. Ah, and Erik A knows. But, uh... Akito knew that, too. I'd... never told him. It was before I... admitted to being involved in a shooting on the gc. And he said he knew because my... bio said I'm CURRENTLY located in Ottawa, so... he said he assumed I moved from somewhere. And... He knew that I can't... keep my composure around guns, and shit, but he... said 'you don't seem to have an issue with explosions,' which... Isn't even fucking true. I had my first episode on the first of July, 2024. Can't deal with fireworks or explosions."

There was a reason he'd thrown those party poppers away, way back when. Or why he panicked over the cannonfire, or sometimes shattering glass, or... It was a lot. A lot to handle.

/CW

"But, with only that little information, he said he fucking figured it out. He claimed he figured it out. It'd be one thing if... it was the fucking gacha or the woods in the dungeons, but nooo, he gave some. bullshit ass reason to just KNOW that. Akito fucking knows shit. Dunno if it's just about me, or if there's other people too, but he knows shit and he won't fucking tell the truth about it."

Byrne exhaled, a bit tuckered out from even saying THAT much. He didn't like to explain. There was a REASON no one really got to hear much about it, and it had nothing to do with him thinking he'd done something wrong. It just... hurt way too much.

"I think he's Az-8."

#Byrne #chapter5 #trial5 #submission

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cockslutpadalecki · 3 years ago

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Fuck or Die + “If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” + Ransom/Ari/Andy

Compliance

Characters: Ransom x Reader x Andy x Ari.

Words: 463.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, sex pollen, fuck or die, implied foursome, female masturbation, Andy is mean, Ransom is a bastard, Ari is... Ari, 18+.

A/N: This turned out a bit more sex pollen-ish than fuck or die, but ah well, hope you like it Yas. Another entry to the kinktober edition of my ESC challenge. Prompt is in bold. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback/reblogs are golden. Please support your content creators. My work is my own, therefore I do not give consent for this story to be re-posted or translated to any other site.

The lawyer Andy regards you with contempt— at least you think he is, you can’t really tell through the strange mist coating everything in a weird golden hue, but the way he continues to look at you makes your whole body inexplicably flush hot. You glance up at Mr. Barber’s security detail to try and break the spell his boss seems to have you under, and suddenly you’re sure the cloud of halcyon is messing with your mind, the giant of a man stood behind him has the same piercing azure stare and you feel yourself growing wetter the longer he keeps your eyes locked on his.

“Are you okay?” You hear from beside you, but there’s no concern there, just intrigue, and slowly you turn your head to face your husband— if you can even call him that after the drunken, shotgun wedding— and your breath hitches low in your throat. Ransom is more clean shaven than the other two men, but the similarities between the three of them are distinctly obvious now and a small whine escapes from your parted lips: how have you never noticed this before?

“Hot, s-so hot,” you mumble thickly as Andy stands up from his desk and rounds it, coming to a stop in front of you. He kneels at your feet, sliding his hands up your thighs and you blindly try to swat him away, but your wrists are suddenly pulled back in midair by his security. You struggle with another whimper, back arching against the chair as the man behind you holds you in place while Andy spreads your legs, pushing your skirt up over your curves.

“If I have to stop what I’m doing, you won’t be able to walk for the next week,” the lawyer grits harshly and you feel your eyes begin to well up at the threat.

“Why are you doing this? What did you give me?” you keen out as Andy’s fingers breach your heat, your greedy walls sucking him desperately and you feel your chest grow hot at the shame.

“See, Ransom owes us,” he says, eyes quickly flicking to the man holding you to include him in the harshly implied ‘us’, “so we’re taking payment. And your little husband knew you wouldn’t come willingly after he promised you to me and Ari,” he explains with a macabre laugh, watching you squirm against the chair as a breathless gasp tumbles over your lips from the delicious but sinful intrusion, “so he just gave you something that would make you a little more… compliant.”

“And trust me, if you don’t give into it… into all of us,” Andy kneels up, running his nose across your cheek with a satisfied intake of breath, “you won’t be leaving this office alive.”

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ALL CE: @chamberofsloths @dreamlessinparis @imanuglywombat @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @la-cey @livstilinski @ladydmalfoy @otomefromtheheart @patzammit @stargazingfangirl18 @starlightcrystalline @saiyanprincessswanie @sunwardsss @selfsun @threeminutesoflife @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @xoxonotme

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crossdressingdeath · 3 years ago

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My desire to romance Jeritza as male Byleth vs my desire to never ever play Crimson Flower ever again: FIGHT!

(Yes I know that I can find the support chain on youtube but that's not the same. Also I continue to be Eternally Mad that Crimson Flower is the only route with route-locked bi S-support options, that is such bullshit. At least make Jeritza available in Azure Moon for Mercedes reasons, come on.)

#fire emblem three houses #jeritza should've been available in azure moon and all three lords should've been bi #i will fight you on this #if every route's lord was a bi option that would be fine #but crimson flower is the ONLY route with route-locked bi options and that's just unfair #especially since by the time they added jeritza they must've realized that cf was... divisive #to say the least

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azuremallone · 3 years ago

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I posted 2,352 times in 2021

349 posts created (15%)

2003 posts reblogged (85%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 5.7 posts.

I added 520 tags in 2021

#just azzy things - 113 posts

#just azure things - 113 posts

#democrats - 50 posts

#democrazia - 47 posts

#just alien things - 36 posts

#oc on my /t/ - 33 posts

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Longest Tag: 89 characters

#the size of your mind makes your wisp of a penis look larger under an electron microscope

My Top Posts in 2021

That... was the most terrifying Presidential speech I've ever heard.

The context in the sub-context of his meandering speech was absolutely totalitarian, and I quote his last line, "We the people is the Government!"

His retort that no Amendment is absolute was repeated again. Both of these things he said were utter lies and wholly untrue. That's the speech Mussolini gave to the Italian people just before declaring martial law. Everything he said was fabrication and lies. No studies declared anything. There's no ghost gun epidemic. All of this is subtext for paving a path toward the destruction of the Constitution.

Absolutely, positively terrifying. Declaring that Congress is "We the people"? No! We the people are the public, the voter. And every instance of his sob stories about people being without, out of work, impoverished?

DEMOCRATS DID THAT!

Lockdowns, illegal searches and seizures, and the constant prevention of businesses were all Democrats. There was no insurrection by white supremacists. It's always been an insurrection of Chinese funded Antifa and BLM! And bullshit on his supposed calls with the Emperor of China.

My bullshit meter?

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Proof that the Libertards are working diligently to eliminate the United States Constitution.

Enough is enough.

They’re seeking to have the U.S. Constitution and the Bill of Rights deemed examples of “structural racism” and want them removed. They want them to be erased from people’s memory. They don’t want them accessible to people to understand how their Government works, but also what Rights every single person is guaranteed -- or that All are created equal.

Do not let this stand!

Write your Congress and Senate representatives and tell them that this is unacceptable. Voice yourselves in your votes! Make it known that We The People are in control of this Government, not a mob of Communist sympathizer extremists bent on using race to divide our country!

https://uscode.house.gov/download/annualhistoricalarchives/pdf/OrganicLaws2006/decind.pdf

https://www.law.cornell.edu/constitution

https://www.law.cornell.edu/constitution/billofrights

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Highlighted below are mirrors to the current Democrat Socialist led totalitarianism:

In Congress, July 4, 1776

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

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"Aminadab Gaxiola Gonzalez was convicted of battery in 2015, which should have kept him from possessing or buying guns or ammo at stores that conduct background checks. While it's unclear how Gaxiola, 44, acquired the weapons used in the March 31 shooting, the tragedy raises concerns over California's ability to enforce strict gun control laws, the Sacramento Bee reported on Friday,"

Associated Press

Sat, April 17, 2021, 5:24 PM

Hrm... let me break this down for the simple minded:

CRIMINALS BUY GUNS OFF THE STREET!

CRIMINALS STEAL GUNS!

ANTI-GUN LAWS ONLY APPLY TO LAW ABIDING CITIZENS!

ANTI-GUN LAWS ONLY INFRINGE UPON THE RIGHT TO BEAR ARMS!

ANTI-GUN LAWS PROHIBIT PEOPLE FROM DEFENDING THEMSELVES!

AN ARMED POPULOUS IS A POLITE POPULOUS!

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Azure's Corner

Who was Jim Crow and why is this as a rallying cry for Democrats?

When a fictional character meets mental illness...

Jim Crow was a fictional character in a minstrel act performed by Thomas Dartmouth Rice. Mr. Rice was a white actor in the 1800s. During that time in his 20s, he was a devoted actor who came up with a way to portray a black person on stage. It was a mistaken belief that his style of dress and song depicted a traditional black person from the era. He chose to imitate this and represent a black person on stage.

Now days, this is considered racist. In Thomas Rice's mind, he wanted to expose the audience to black people who couldn't be on stage. Think about it in the context of it then being illegal for a black person to be on stage and there were no representations of black people. Slap on a bit of ignorance about black people because education wasn't very prolific in a stratified educational system, and you have the birth of black face.

From a historical context, Thomas Rice's "Jim Crow" was very controversial. By no means do I attempt to apply his views to modern morality and views of black face as a means to defend the practice today. I am also not going to apply the inverse to judge the man by today's standards. That would be completely ignorant of the truth.

In the 1800s with racism very prolific as owed to the times, laws were created with the intent to maintain control over the black communities. Toward this end, Thomas's character was subverted to become the poster child for the movement. Keep in mind that copyrights did not cover his character and therefore, he had no way to maintain control over his likeness. This also led to the very law that allows politicians to use any music and images or likenesses for their political uses without having to get permission or pay royalties. More on this later...

Alas, Thomas Rice would be overshadowed by his own creation having been abused by ... wait for it ... the Democrats.

The bulk majority of Jim Crow Laws that came about in the 1800s and maintained their prominence until the 1960s were crafted and defended by the Democrats. Unfortunately this information is often not provided when you read about Jim Crow Laws. You only hear about how these laws stemmed to suppress black people and not who created them. Gee, I wonder why?

The Republicans were staunchly against the Jim Crow Laws. During years where Republicans were in majority, these laws were systematically removed as they could be. In years as they were the minority, the Democrats reinforced Jim Crow Laws not otherwise removed or deemed unconstitutional by the Supreme Court.

Don't believe me, then let's look at who really toppled these laws in the 20th Century.

1948 - President Harry S. Truman - Republican

1963 - President Lyndon B. Johnson - Democrat

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #i did a thing #yeah i did #just so you know #just azure things #just azzy things #i did it #Youtube

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zinzinina · 4 years ago

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Bly

So, I started writing a cutesy WWII-style oneshot about Kix meeting a girl somewhere sweet and sunny, and instead I couldn’t stop thinking about Bly suffering horribly oops. This is barely a fic, it’s just a straight-up angst third-person drabble. But I had to remove it from my brain so I’m posting it here.

Rating - M (no smut, mentions of war, PTSD, trauma, brain injury? I don’t know this is so unpolished and candid watch me delete it later oof)

Word Count: 600

He realises it’s happened again after the sun rises through the barrack windows and he hasn’t still slept, sitting on the edge of his bunk staring at his hands. CC-5052 is losing time.

He’s not sure when it started. His head hurts constantly now; an ice pick headache driving right above his temple. He remembers returning from Felucia, silent in the troop transport. Buckets off, nobody looked at each other. Packed close like this, there was usually jostling and ribbing, relief at the end of a long campaign. There was usually someone there to check over he and his brothers for injuries both physical and unseen, a lilting voice and gentle hands. But thinking about that makes the headache worse, so he doesn’t.

Back in the capital, standing at attention, he finds himself at a general assembly with no memory of how he got there. The entire 327th are around him; standing rigid. He can barely hear the address - registering vaguely that the war is over. This bounces around in his throbbing head without landing. It can’t be true, because if the war were over, why are they all still suited up? Why aren’t they free? He was sure that the end of the war meant something was supposed to happen. He was supposed to go somewhere, with someone. He doesn’t know anymore.

He slips out of time again, finding himself sitting blearily at a table at 79’s. Galle is standing in front of him and all he can do is stare at the way his lips move when he talks. Is that me? he thinks, confused and afraid. Anger spikes for no reason, radiating out from the pain in the side of his head. He doesn’t know why his fists are hitting his brother. He doesn’t know why the sight of his face fills him with rolling nausea.

He sits alone in his bunk for hours, turning his hands back and forth, bewildered. Whose hands are these? he can’t stop thinking. Are they mine? I don’t think they are. Everything is disorienting to him; his razor at the sink is unfamiliar though he knows he’s used it a thousand times. His kit bag is filled with things he has no memory of; spare parts for a weapon he can’t remember, a silver emitter, a tiny focusing crystal. A tiny plasteel jar of nectarsect oil used to moisturise lekku. He doesn’t have lekku. Why would he have this?

It’s only when he’s asleep that he feels like himself. For a moment, he remembers. He has a name again. His lips meeting another’s, soft and warm. Firm, azure skin smooth in his touch. A musical voice, whispering to him in the dark, promising him that soon, soon we’ll be free. Soon they’ll all be free. In the dream, his chest aches and he suffers with terrible knowing. It was him, he gave the order, he fired his blaster. He never even hesitated. But he’d gladly withstand the agony of knowing if it meant he could remember her. His hold on her waist is hard, like he could stop himself from waking if he just held on.

When he wakes, his blacks are soaked with sweat. He doesn’t know why his face is wet. His head hurts. And he definitely doesn’t know why he has a kalikori clutched in his hands, the wooden edges digging rough splinters into his fingers. He tucks it under his bunk, shaking. It’s oh-four hundred. And despite the pieces missing, one thing remains. He’s a good soldier. Pulling on his dark armour, he’s grateful for its newness. He doesn’t have to try to remember this, at least.

Tagging some pals: (feel free to ignore, this is emo bullshit and not my usual smut and I won’t be offended) @bvcketfvcker @fuckyeahbeskar @just-fics-i-read @writeforfandoms @tibbietibbs @justwastelandbabyy @latenightsthoughtsnstuff

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infernal-feminae-archived · 3 years ago

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@sxccubxtch said: The air goes cold around Agent Two, there are low whispers on the air, as if many people are all speaking at the same time, yet no one else is around her. A sudden sound of shrieks and roars are heard as the Agent is surrounded by about a dozen ghosts, weaponized ghosts with mouths full of fangs and razor claws, they all pull together and start drawling a Hell Gate Ward on the ground, that bursts into a rain of azure fire. And from the portal of screams and cries of eternal agony, walks a Succubus, the wicked, mealvolent spirits gathering around her and bowing at her feet. "Hmm well well well, normally this field is empty when I use it to cross over. Why would a human be standing here all alone?" In the blink of an eye she in standing right before the woman. A hand running along her cheek. "Mhhhh you smell delicious, and...oooh, are you a Virgin? I bet you are dressed like a fucking nerd that you are...Mhhh I do love Virgins.."

Agent Two stands there frozen, an invisible force seemingly keeping her in place. At least that’s what it felt like.

Her eyes widen at a succubus steps out of the portal, coming ever closer to where she’s standing in the field. Two’s head snaps up when Verosika stands right in front of her. She breathes heavily, her gaze drawn down to the hand caressing her cheek. “V-virgin!?” She squeaks, an embarrassed flush covering her cheeks despite her overwhelming terror. “H-how did you even know--”

The human woman stops herself, abruptly backing away from the demon and shakily holds up her gun. “S-stay back...!” Two tries to desperately recall her training. But nothing could have prepared her for this. Another reminder that her so-called “training” was utter bullshit.

#🕶️ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ: ɪᴄ ᴅᴀʀᴄʏ #❖ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ: ᴀꜱᴋꜱ #sxccubxtch

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dearosamu · 5 years ago

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DESPERADO - PARADISO

SYPNOSIS: she, a dancer with personified problems all the while more that intrigues osamu dazai who came into her life amidst the chaos that is [name] [last name].

note ; decided to post my dazai fanfic here !! making banners are fun. majority of the chapters are unedited btw.

WARNING/S: mentions of alcohol + consumption of it, implied nsfw (?)

more under the cut. [ will make masterlist soon ]

+ one - two

dazai is a man of many things. he has his needs, sure, as he would being one of the richest business man in yokohama and thanks to his success, a treat were to be served later that friday night.

though he was not familiar with the scene - flashing lights, blasting music from the speakers around and the thick air of intoxication was enough to make you dizzy and swirl around alone without the help of any alchohol.

not that it mattered to him at all, dazai downed the shot, grimacing slightly as the taste of alchohol burned his throat.

being a ceo had its perks with all that money of course, dazai and a few of his acquaintances had the power to afford even the most expensive strip clubs around-- including its dancers, of course.

dazai was a man of mysterious desires. no, he did not like being watched performed nor did he like big crowds. he preferred dances for only himself while he sat on a big arm chair and let his selfish needs be fulfilled by someone that caught his eye and possibly take them for a much more private session.

one of his part-time business partners, sakunosuke oda, introduced him to that club years ago. he was a regular and was always present whenever the brunette was. it was endearing as dazai had always liked his company but it was something he despised yet enjoyed.

"there's a new dancer," oda muttered to dazai as he downed on his second shot of tequila. he turned to face his business partner who had a few buttons missing on his button up shirt and his hair was slightly tousled. he could tell he only came back from a hot make-out session minutes ago.

he let out a short exasperated sigh, "[height], flexible and gorgeous. she might just be your type."

"what's her name?"

"people here call her krystle so i've heard."

"when will she come up?"

"probably the last one."

dazai showed a small closed eyed smile, chuckling. "i'll wait for her then,"

the two sat in comfortable positions as they watched a dark haired woman come up on stage to dance with elegance. it was a sight to see yet she didn't caught dazai's eyes.

albeit the loud music that blared, dazai finds his position calming at the moment. oda's favorite dancer had come up on stage and put on a good show which he finds endearing. it was relaxing to be in a club with your old friends and drink booze like nothing else was wrong in the world.

just then, dazai noticed an unfamiliar mop of [h.c] hair from the corner of his eyes as the [h.c] haired beauty went the backside of the stage for it was her turn.

the brunette, who thought without hesitation, had a feeling that woman was the one oda was talking about. his short description earlier fitted perfectly. beautiful locks of [h.l], [h.c] hair fitted her face perfectly and her legs looked agile and flexible. her looks were a bonus to her other good features- heck, her whole being was eye candy to dazai.

as soon as krystle was announced, the eye-catching woman strutted her hips to the beat of pony by ginuwine without a care of the hungry and lechearous eyes of men that watched her every move. she wore a white vested crop top and very short shorts that matched with black fishnet stockings. she was like a professional.

dazai narrowed his eyes slightly at the woman who now took her time to circle around the pole in the center of the stage, using her body to seduce everyone that watched. oda looked at the brunette with a small smirk, fully-knowing well what his intentions were.

"that's the one, huh?" he breathed.

oda hummed in response and he watched krystle spin around the pole from top to bottom. she may not be his favorite dancer, but she took his breath away. dazai wanted nothing more but go there and claim her already. he licked his lips as his eyes bore into the [h.c] haired beauty's soul. she was perfect.

oda only continued to stare at the back of dazai's head, only thinking of the outcome of what would happen if dazai should ever get his hands on the poor girl. taking another sip, he let out a low whistle as krystle did a split right in front of dazai, showing off some cleavage before she winked at him and stood off like he wasn't her business.

this action only fueled dazai's dark desires even more. how he wanted to take her and make her his, but he had to hold himself back. patience was key.

"i want her."

"are you sure? ango told me she's one of the most expensive ones around," oda looked at dazai bemused. "you outta' be prepared to spend a lot of money on her."

"if that's all it takes, then i will."

oda stared at him with a blank expression. "just so you know, she doesn't do private dances anymore. something about having enough being a hooker? not sure."

dazai's eyes darkened as he stared right back at oda's azure irises. "then i'll make her have one for me. she can't possibly resist."

"or can she?"

dazai pouted slightly, the darkness in his eyes disappearing as he put on another one of his façades. "odasaku! you can't be too sure, you know? i'll let you know, that i have had a lot of women fa-"

"you've already said that the couple times this night." oda cuts him off, making the brunette sulk before returning to krystle who have just finshed her performance and took a bow, turning her back and going backstage.

dazai grinned at oda before standing up and followed the [h.c] haired beauty. oda only sighed at this but quickly lose interest as his most standard favorite came to perform.

dazai went backstage to meet krystle personally before he was stopped by an orange haired male.

"excuse me sir, what's your business here?"

"i want to meet krystle."

"oh, she's a beauty," tanizaki smiled to himself. "for what reasons, mr..?"

"osamu, dazai osamu."

tanizaki stared at the bandaged male with shocked eyes before clearing his throat. he straightened his posture, gulping.

"g-good evening, mr. osamu!"

"no need for formalities. dazai is fine."

tanizaki nodded stiffly before asking, "ehem, i'll repeat.. dazai, for what reasons do you want to meet krystle for?"

"i want a private session with her." dazai replies bluntly, his honey-brown eyes that clouded with hidden lust and need bore into tanizaki's dialated hazel eyes.

"ehm.. i'm sorry, but i can't let you meet her. there are other dancers available for the night."

"i refuse, i only want her." his voice held a stern tone into it as he glared daggers at the now shaking male who only nodded meekly at his request before saying he'll have to wait a few minutes and exited through the door behind him.

dazai impatiently tapped his foot on the ground as he counted off the time and looked at the door with irritation pooling his eyes. before he could touch the handle of the door, it opened to let him see a familiar ginger haired male's head pop out. sapphire irises stared at him blankly before it turned to annoyance and disgust.

"oh..dazai. it's just you," chuuya spoke his name in an annoyed tone before opening the door to let himself out and face the taller male before him. "what do you want now, asshole?"

"i'm here to see krystle."

chuuya blinked once. twice, before snickering, covering his mouth with both hands to stifle his snort. "pft--! a-are you serious? you sure you're not here to meet me?" he showed a small smirk of mockery, hand on his hips as he stared with half-lidded eyes at the bandaged male.

dazai chuckled lowly. "please, if i were here to see you i would've slapped myself silly and think about how much i'd regret it."

"or would you?"

dazai showed him an all too familiar grin which sent a chill down chuuya's spine. "quit your horseplay chuuya, i know your ways."

chuuya clicked his tongue. "and to think i can make fun of you."

"what can i say? you're easy to read." he showed a teasing smile, only agitating the short ginger even further.

"ergh, asshole. to even think that.." he muttered under his breathe before shaking his head and narrowing his eyes at dazai, arms crossed against his chest.

"but for real, are you serious?"

"mhm. would i lie to meet such ethereal beauty?"

"ugh, you make me sick," chuuya stuck out his tongue before continuing. "why though?"

"i want a private session with krystle. do i have to repeat myself again? didn't that carrot head tell you?" dazai referred to tanizaki. he must've only told chuuya to meet him outside. "you mean tanizaki?" chuuya shook his head. "no. but anyways, i can't help you with that you horny bastard. plus, why would you think i'd ever let you touch one of my dancers?"

"i can pay them and if i'm satisfied enough i might just pay you finely as well."

"bullshit."

"what, you think i'd lie when striking a deal?"

chuuya stared at dazai with annoyance, "i've known you long enough to see through your foul play."

"just let me see krystle."

chuuya let out a heavy sigh. "do you ever listen? [name] doesn't do private dances. end of story."

dazai was silent for a moment before digging his hand through his black trench coat, pulling out a stacked brown envelope filled with thousands of yen. he handed it to chuuya who stared at it judgingly, clearly not believing him.

dazai rolled his eyes. "just take the damn envelope,"

chuuya snatched it rather aggressively before he opened it and going through it quickly. his eyes widened a fraction before he looked at dazai bewildered.

"what do you even do, breathe money for a living?"

"i work for it, actually."

"wow, you can actually work?" chuuya mocked before closing his eyes.

"fine, i'll see what i can do. but if she disagrees, i can't do shit for you then."

dazai merely nodded before chuuya walked off. "oh, that money's for krystle by the way!"

"don't need to remind me, asshole!" he heard chuuya holler back.

minutes later he heard distant voices arguing through the door that blocked him from the dressing rooms of the dancers. "look, i don't care alright?! why couldn't you get him to leave??"

"he's a persistent asshole," he heard the annoyed tone of chuuya's voice answer. "he won't leave until he gets what he wants."

he heard the other voice groan before the door was opened harshly in front of him. there stood [name] who wore an angry expression on her pale face.

"so, were you the one who kept requesting to see me?"

"that's right."

she grumbled before she turned to chuuya with a look that screamed 'i hate you.' chuuya only snickered at this.

"listen, i don't think you've heard, but i don't do private dances alright? so you can turn back and play with the other girls." she sassed.

"i'll pay you finely for at least a few minutes, [name]."

"how'd you know my name?" she snapped.

dazai nudged with his head at chuuya who was beside [name]. before [name] could speak, chuuya fled off somewhere else.

"fuck.." she cursed. she looked at the wad of cash she had received from chuuya which came from dazai and bit her lip.

"..alright. one song and that's it okay?"

"fine with me."

she nodded and stuffed the envelope on her garter belt. she beckoned dazai to follow her, leading him to a covered and secluded area, holding up the curtain for him. he went in and sat on the big arm chair that sat in the center of the room.

[name] walked to the stereo that sat still on the high table next to the entrace of the curtain and plugged in her phone for the music. she turned to dazai.

"what's your name?"

"dazai osamu," he replies, crossing his legs. "why?"

"i have one rule to set up and i needed your name so i can file a report if you break it."

dazai stared at her with amusement. "oh really?"

"mhm. my rule is that you are not allowed to touch me. simple as that."

dazai gripped on the comfortable armchair. no touching? it's going to be a hard time for him to hold himself back.

finally picking a song, she pressed play and heard neighbours know my name by trey songz blare slow and catchy beat, setting her phone down and walking to dazai and spreading his crossed legs apart and straddled him. "you know the rules?" she pulled at his black neck tie to pull his face closer to hers.

"of course."

dazai took this time to observe her facial features. perfect face complexion. soft and smooth skin, beautiful plump lips and structured nose. not his to touch.

she pulled away and started off slow, her hips swaying as she dropped to her knees, her hands on his thighs as she looked up between his legs, biting her lip and turned around as she started low, shaking her ass in the most perfect and sexual way she could.

she worked her way up still shaking it like a goddess her [h.l] [h.c] hair still draped over her shoulders bouncing perfectly every time she moved her body to shake it more.

dazai's hand positioned at the arms of the chair as he bit his lip in sight of this woman. she had a high sex appeal and he fancied her over any other dancer here.

she then got up and moved closer with her back still to him as she hovered just about his lap and then started to move her hips and shake her ass again.

dazai started to feel her ass ever so lightly brushing against his half-hard groin. as much as he wanted to deny being hard because of her, he just couldn't. it got even harder for him not to take her then and there.

she faced him and placed her hands on his shoulders, grinding him softly while still moving her body with fluid motions to the beat. she placed one hand on his hair and pulled it, a small smirk on her face.

dazai's neck craned upwards and he felt her long fingernails trail up ever so slightly on his bandaged neck, giving him a tickling sensation. he had to exert self control or else he wouldn't have held himself back.

pulling away again, she turned and her back was facing him and bent down, showing dazai a peek of her black lacey panties underneath her shorts. dazai could feel blood rushing south.

the song ended too soon and she stood up, her posture straight and walked over to the stereo to unplug her phone. dazai stared at her mesmerized before speaking.

"come home with me."

"no."

"why not?"

"i'm not a fucking sex toy who'll suck your dick for a few thousand yen." she crossed her arms against her chest.

"i'm not offering you money, my dear."

"really? then what's in it for me?"

"think i won't make you enjoy it?"

she looked at him with irritation building up. "it's not like i'm telling you that you won't. i'm sure you will," she frowned. "but no, i have my own home to get to and i'm pretty sure you do as well."

"just think about it [name], i'll make you change your mind."

"yeah, sure," she rolled her eyes.

"i have to get going. goodbye, dazai."

dazai couldn't understand. why does she refuse? she was a stubborn one for sure.

he doesn't mind jacking off but it didn't feel quite right for him. groaning loudly, he looked up and closed his eyes, feeling the hot water run down his scarred body. he sighed in content before turning it off and stepping out the bathtub, grabbing a towel and rubbing on his wet brown locks.

he glanced at his phone that was on the sink and took it, going through his contacts and sending a message to his business partner.

'we're going back tomorrow.'

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