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azurelyy · 2 years

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I'd like to request number 16 for the smutty prompts with Jiraiya and fem! Reader. ;)

Ahhhhhhhhh, hi Bacon! I am sorry this took me forever and a day. Work is getting crazy again and I honestly didn't expect to get so many requests!

If it helps, this is like... ridiculously long??? And I am so sorry lol.

Words: 4.1k

🍋 Prompt: "I need you... Do you feel how I need you?"

Warnings: NSFW, age gap, cookie monster!Jiraiya, orgasm denial, bondage, light BDSM, brat/daddy, 'Daddy' kink, loss of control, over-over-over stimulation, dumbification, soft dom!Jiraiya, brat!reader, unprotected sex, established relationship, minor ass play

No. It’s a small word with mighty power, able to topple even the strongest foes. Jiraiya understands the weight words hold, how they can haunt someone’s dreams or bend someone’s reality. It was why he enjoyed writing so much. With each word, he twisted time, or broke through the atmosphere, or drained oceans. Writing made him feel almighty - godly - in a way that even being a shinobi couldn’t. Sometimes, he wondered if he actually held more power in his pen than he did in his chakra.

So, it was no surprise to him that he had this extreme reaction to your refusal. It was a test: one you laid out before him with no preempt, no study guide, no notice. A pop quiz on his willpower. He studies you: the way your bottom lip juts out, the way your eyebrows knit together as you huff and stick your nose up into the air - you really think you're in control. How adorable.

“No?” He questions, crossing his strong arms over his large chest. “Are you really telling me no?”

Your eyes spark momentarily with small flames before they instantly snuff out as you lean against the kitchen counter. “That’s right,” you state, stomping your foot. Stomping your foot. What a bold thing to do. “I don’t wanna.”

“You… Don’t wanna?” Jiraiya pouts, sighing dramatically as he shakes his head, white hair curtaining over the tanned skin of his face. “I see, and so who will do it? The little leprechaun who lives here and keeps stealing all my shirts?”

Your cheeks flush his favorite color as you momentarily trip over your facade, clenching your fists to your sides. Heat rushes straight to Jiraiya’s crotch as he watches you fumbling for a response, your cute little mouth forming into a tight line as you rack your brain.

Finally, after much deliberation, you say, “Why should I?”

Oh, ho, ho. Feisty tonight. “Why should you?” He asks, taking a step closer to you. “Don’t you want to make Daddy happy?”

You smirk as you watch your husband with an unyielding gaze, keeping up your feigned aloof exterior while, internally, warning signals are coursing through your spine. You want to shiver, but you hold it in, instead focussing on the way Jiraiya’s cock is bulging in his grey sweatpants. Your mouth grows wet and you quickly draw your eyes back up to his, doing your best to maintain a haughty expression.

“Yes,” you reply meekly, “But isn’t there anything else I can do instead? I hate doing the dishes!”

Jiraiya hums as he closes the distance, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud. It was amazing how quickly his demeanor could shift from sweet to predatory. You gulp and peek down to his arousal again, that was now fully erect, and a small squeak escapes past your lips. Jiraiya’s rumbling laughter avalanches around you as he leans down, placing a firm hand onto your waist, hot breath skating over the skin of your ear.

“Do the dishes, and maybe you’ll get a reward. Got it, kid?” He nips at the top of your ear, a low moan bubbling up from your chest as you lean into his body, running your hand over his forearm. He clicks his teeth and leans back, his black eyes shining with a playful haze.

“But, Daddy-”

“Do as I say,” he commands, giving your small hand a squeeze. “And then we can play, okay?”

When he tries to pull away, you grip onto his hand harder. He smiles down at you and gently kisses the top of your head. Shit, it didn’t work! The room starts spinning around as you scramble to think of a way out of this.

“D-Do you not want me?” You bite onto your lower lip as you allow your eyes to get moist, letting your voice crack and break as you lean your face into his chest to hide the fact that you aren’t actually crying at all.

Jiraiya knows this is all just a ruse to get out of a simple chore, but he still treats it delicately. He wraps you into his warm embrace, curtaining you in his arms, his powerful hands roaming along your body, and they keep moving. Keep calming. His hand strokes soothing circles onto your back while the other holds the nape of your neck, gentle reminders of his love for you.

“Aw, kid,” he murmurs, “You know I want you. I need you… Do you feel how I need you?”

And you can. He is so much bigger than you that he is poking right into your lower-stomach, the pressure leaving nothing to the imagination. Drool slikes down the side of your mouth at the thought of Jiraiya abusing your pussy, letting you ride on top of him while he sets a brutal pace with his hips.

“So…” You slide your hands down the front of his body, feeling each muscle of his chest through the fabric of his shirt, before you reach his clothed erection and grab onto it. “Why wait?”

Jiraiya grumbles, a low pitched and deadly sound that reverberates throughout his entire chest as your small hand continues to rub down the length of his cock, licking your lips as the fabric of his pants grows wet. He grabs your wrist aggressively, freezing you. His hold is tight but not painful. A warning.

“C’mon, kid, you know better than to question me.”

Disobedient as always, you slide down onto your knees and stare up at him, a mischievous smirk flashing across your beautiful face. Jiraiya bites his lip and watches as you unbutton his sweatpants slowly, meaningfully. There is a brief moment, when his cock springs free and bounces up against his abs, that the two of you silently caution the other with your eyes from making their next move. Jiraiya’s gaze is haunting, sinking you into the ebony flames of lust. You wrap your hand around his cock and rest your cheek against it, parting your lips gently as you gaze up at him.

“Daddy… Please?” You ask, pouting.

A beastly noise rumbles from his throat as Jiraiya removes your hand from him and grabs your chin, pursuing your lips aggressively. He gets to his knees and looks down at you, his face completely deadpanned and serious. Waves of pleasure rush down between your legs at his commanding presence and the tips of your fingers go numb as you stare up at him, awestruck.

“Big mistake, brat.” His voice was carnal, deep as the ocean. He drops his hand from your chin with a push, grabbing hold of your arm and yanking you up with him. He picks you up by your waist and tosses you over his shoulder like your body was made of feathers and carries you to the bed as you yelp in pleasurable protest, pounding onto his muscular back with your small fists. You bounce on the bed with a gentle thud as he walks over to the armoire you keep your toys in with a hum, his eyes laser focussed on you.

“Don’t move.” It’s an order. You move your head to watch him and he pauses, blinking at you. You freeze and he continues, opening the drawer to pull out the pink and black ball gag. You shake your head and adjust up the bed, resting your back against the headboard.

“No!” You plead. “I-I’ll be good, I promise.”

Jiraiya clicks his teeth and sits next to you on the bed, twirling the loop of the gag around his index finger. “You tried to manipulate me. This is only fair, kid.”

He leans in to place the gag in your mouth and you tightly form your lips into a line, shaking your head ‘no’. He quirks a brow at you and tilts his head to the side, but brings the gag away.

“Use your fingers.” You try to sound confident, but your voice cracks at the end as Jiraiya’s eyes narrow. He has only looked at you like this a few times, and every time has led to hours of relentless abuse of your pussy while he reads, or watches a movie, praising you for doing a good job while he circles your clit and denies you a release over, and over, and over.

He pulls you close, dropping the gag as his hand rests on the back of your neck and his warm lips graze over yours. The air around you is still, heavy. Daunting. Jiraiya’s so hard that his head is actually spinning as he brushes his thumb over your perky nipple through the thin fabric of his t-shirt that adorns your pretty body, hugging each curve delectably.

He wants you. He knew that you were doing this on purpose - teasing him into fucking you despite the tiring session you two had last night after he returned home from a months long mission - because you were aware he wouldn’t be able to resist you and play with you the way he liked. And he was falling for it, but who could blame him when you were practically drooling over such an old perv like him?

With a light heart, Jiraiya grunts, “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today, kid. One wrong move and we’re done, got it?”

You nod, licking your lips. Your pink tongue brushes against his mouth and his cock twitches in delight. He leans in, pressing his lips onto yours with precision and care, fisting your hair in his hand. The kiss is messy, needy. You moan into Jiraiya’s mouth, no thoughts other than his overbearing tongue grazing across your teeth and his jasmine scented shampoo wrapping you in its soothing embrace. Your world is nothing but Jiraiya, and his is nothing but you.

Jiraiya kisses down to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth. The familiar sting of a bruise burns against the skin he was abusing and you jerk your hips up as he moves his big hand underneath your shirt and fondles your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging at it aggressively. A low whimper escapes your lips and Jiraiya giggles as his hot mouth trails down to your collarbone, greedy teeth sinking into your skin.

“Edge of the bed. Now.” He is no longer your sweet, soft Jiraiya. He is Poseidon, and he is going to drown you in ecstasy until you’re begging him to stop.

Immediately, you obey him, nodding as you start sinking to the edge of the bed. Jiraiya stops you and tugs the t-shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He gets up and removes his shirt as well, exposing his toned, battle-hardened chest to you fully. He winks and he removes his sweatpants, large cock weeping with need as it stands at full attention.

As you stare at him, you take in his massive presence - he is like a skyscraper and you’re a pedestrian walking by - and suddenly your entire body goes taut as you imagine how easily he can break you. You gulp, intimidated, as you sit on the edge of the bed, knees sinking into the soft mattress, your ass up in the air.

Jiraiya wants to tease you more, to make you plead for him to ‘just fuck me already’, but he is just as needy as you are. Months without sex made him a foolish man, bending over backwards just to appease bratty you. But seeing the way you push your plush, peach ass up further as he stands behind you, the way you rest your forehead onto the mattress in anticipation of his thick fingers to thrust inside of your sopping pussy - it’s his personal paradise.

He grabs hold of your ass with both hands and squeezes, pushing and prodding at your cheeks like dough. You mumble something into the mattress when he plants an open mouth kiss onto your skin and he only giggles his schoolboy laugh in response as he swipes his index finger between your crack.

“If you say anything naughty, the gag’s going in. Got it?” He muses, his hot breath sinking into your sensitive skin.

“Yes, Daddy.” You murmur, laying your head to the left so you can breathe.

His large hand reaches around your body and squeezes your lower stomach playfully as he whispers how beautiful you are, slowly rubbing down to your throbbing heat. Every inch of your skin feels as though it’s set on fire, and as Jiraiya rolls his calloused finger across your clit, you see white.

Liquid flows out of you and down your legs, dripping onto the bed below, as your ass jiggles and Jiraiya finger fucks you from behind. He loves this - the pure control he holds over you, like you’re his personal little sex pixie who he can play with as much as he wants. The way he can get such a young woman cooing and vibrating over his battered and broken body fills him with swelling glee.

Strangers and friends alike all saw him as the Pervy Sage, the guy who always struck out in his attempts at romance, while all the while he was fucking you endlessly night after night, until you were fully drained and pleading with him to stop. You were filthy - outfucked and outpaced by an over-the-hill, graying man. And he was hopelessly intoxicated with you.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers, sliding his finger down the length of your cunt, brushing between your velvet folds. “And so wet for your old man, too.”

His laugh is kryptonite, magnetizing your back to arch into him just so you can hope to hear it again. Your mouth hangs ajar as Jiraiya’s thumb prods at your clit. He knows what gets you going, how to make you come with just a few simple strokes alone. But he always takes his time, always lets the pressure in your stomach continuously build until your mind is nothing more than a concept, and you break.

You eek out a fussy and needy sound, one that makes you feel small and childish, and it only urges the mountain man behind you more. With a wetted cock, Jiraiya grinds against your ass, sliding his length between your crack ruinously. With each swipe of his finger, you wobble, your tongue so numb from the pressure of your teeth that it tingles in your mouth. You cough out a strangled sound as you push back, urging him with your body to let you finish.

Frigid air seeps into every crevice between your bodies as Jiraiya pulls back and you groan, trembling. Your heart is pounding a manic melody in your ears and you only feel the air shift before Jiraiya’s tongue probs between your folds.

“O-Oh, Daddy.” It comes out whiner than you meant, but as Jiraiya licks down the length of your cunt and his fat thumb spreads you wider, you forget where you are.

You try to struggle and squirm but Jiraiya uses his free hand to push you down onto him more as he leans his head back against the bed and breathes you in. You smell so good, musky and raunchy, and when he opens you more, your hole clenches and glistens. He can’t resist.

He brings the tip of his index finger and pokes you, testing to see how well you’ll spread out for him before you’ve even orgasmed. You moan sweetly and roll your hips up, welcoming him. He stretches his neck out to nose at your clit as his deft tongue swirls within your walls, prodding you in places like he hadn’t had every inch of your pussy memorized. He pulls his finger back and wipes the arousal on your inner thigh, the liquid sticking to you like syrup.

“Jiraiya,” you cry, clenching your fists onto the pillow, “Stop looking and just-”

“Shut. Up.” He thunders, moving his entire mouth up the length of you. “You’ve got such a pretty pussy. I want to admire it.”

You go to protest right as a powerful suction around your clit strangles the sentence from your throat and it is replaced by a moan, so loud that you’re afraid he might gag you. But he doesn’t, instead it only encourages him to slurp more, to tug you closer to his humble mouth as he devoures you. You wiggle your hips over him, earning a groan of approval, as Jiraiya coats his chin with you.

The persistent heat between your thighs grows, blazing into the pit of your stomach with each flick of his tongue. Jiraiya is never neat when he fucks you with his mouth. He is working to achieve one singular goal: to crush you. Languidly, he drops a hand from you to fist at his sopping cock, slurping you in between furious pumps, his palm drenched in slick, silky liquid.

He doesn’t let up for a second, obnoxious and lewd sounds fill the room as his lungs burn from lack of air, but he doesn’t care. He considers eating your pussy his own Olympic Games, one he knows he holds the gold for, and one that he doesn’t intend to lose. He knows how to play with you, how to flick your clit, where to push his tongue to make you pop. He knows your body inside and out, knows how you’ll cry when he pushes the tip of his tongue over your sensitive nub, how your thighs will tense and release in small waves when he laps between your walls, how you’ll warn him with a sweet oh right before you-

“Oh.” There it is. “D-Daddy, gonna-”

You are so wet and you can feel it, can feel the seething liquid squirt out from deep within you and onto Jiraiya’s face, can feel it against his skin. Beneath you, Jiraiya growls your name, his large fingers digging into your thighs while you orgasm, so heavily all the blood rushes from your head and leaves you dizzy.

You are lost, overtaken by the sensation. His tongue refuses to slow, incessantly working within you, his hand rotating your hips over him until you come again, keening, aware that you are dripping but unable to stop the gallant below you. It is too much - now far too much - and your knees buckle right as he pulls away with a loud pop.

“S’good,” Jiraiya whispers, revenant. Your eyes are closed tightly, unable to do more than nod, when you feel yourself being rolled over onto your back. Your arms splayed against the pillows, gaze seeking him out, connecting to Jiraiya’s enthralling eyes blown with lust and intent. His lips are so swollen it’s honestly insane and you want to lick inside of them; want to taste yourself while he thrusts into you.

Jiraiya laughs, a big and booming sound like soothing thunder, as he crawls over your body, head bent as his mouth admires every inch of your skin upwards, softly praising you until your sexed out brain can only repeat the words like a chant in your mind: gorgeous thighs, cute tummy, pretty boobs, lovely lips.

Jiraiya’s fingers thread into your hair and he hovers above you, staring at you, so hot and intent that you think you might spontaneously combust. When his reddened lips part, you don’t stop yourself from stretching up, licking inside. You can still taste yourself on his tongue as he groans, muscular hips thrusting into you with an animalistic urgency.

“Jeez, kid,” he whispers the moment you both pull back for air, “I’m more ancient than a sacred tree and yet here you are, practically begging me to fuck you.”

Sex stupid, you don’t know what to say, so you simply smile at him shyly as he brings you close - one last kiss - before his hands leave your hair and his tip brushes between your walls, the pleasure suffocating you. You rock your hips as Jiraiya lines himself up, swirling his bulky head around your clit gently, teasingly.

Cursing, you grind up against his cock. He aggressively swipes down the length of you with a loud curse before you wrap your legs around his middle and sink him into you swiftly with an eager tug. Everything is wet, sopping; your thighs slick and sliding as he works into you.

Oh, you think or say, between pleas and Jiraiya’s name. His hands on your shoulders push you down onto him, helping you bounce, your back grinding on the mattress and meeting each thrust. It is all too much, your body overwhelmed, spasming. You realize you’re coming without any warning as your pussy clenches around him. The pounding of his cock again and again has you gasping, keening, loud and wild as you squirt onto him.

“Jiraiya,” you pant, twitching as he slowly pushes into you, his long hair tickling your shoulders. Any more, and you would die, right there. Unsure of what else to do, you say, “Please, Jiraiya.”

His hands against your shoulders tighten immeasurably, the strength of him sending you, as he twists your bodies, tilting you to the side. You collapse over willingly, exhausted and strung out and needy for him. You need him to claim you. Need him to be inside of you. Need him to come apart over you, again and again. A constant mantra ran through your head, a plea that only he could answer: please, please, please.

A big hand presses against your upper back, between your shoulder blades, as he pushes you down onto the mattress. Jiraiya looms behind you, his burly body pressed up against you entirely. You can feel his cock, hot and heavy against your thigh and ass. He whispers your name, cold teeth scraping against the skin of your spine. There is nothing else for you to do other than push your ass against his hard length, begging him to take you.

“Such a slut for your old man,” he whispers with a final harsh bite to your shoulder, before he disappears.

You whimper, twisting your head to see as he pushes you back to the bed. It is the barest pressure, but you remain still, allowing him to use his other hand to lift your hips to get your knees back underneath you. Ass up, head against the silk sheets, all you can do is stretch your arms out, sliding under the pillows to rest against the headboard.

Jiraiya’s first thrust, slow and deep, rocks you forward. The familiar twinge of pain as he stretches you out sends your mind into overdrive, greedily begging him for more. “Please, Jiraiya,” it’s the only phrase you can say still. Tongue tied and twisted in the sheets. “More.”

Sounds you had never made before claw up your throat, jostled out of you with each powerful sway of his hips. Your knees buckle, threatening to topple, but Jiraiya steadies you with his strong hands. He is so overwhelming, pleasure prickling along every inch of your skin. Unbidden tears spring in your eyes even as they are tightly shut, obscene noises rippling out of you as you push into him, meeting each rhythmic thrust.

His fingers dig into your hips, burning your skin, marking you in a band of bruises that would tie you to him for weeks. Jiraiya growls, his entire body tightening, rhythm stuttering. His groan above you is close - closer than expected - and you’re suddenly being pushed fully into the mattress, your legs spreading wide as he lays on top of you, fucking into you, his hands clinging to your forearms.

He pants your name against your neck, his face tucked into the crook. You whine back, maybe something and maybe nothing, too lost for words. You can feel another climax building like a fire, hot and explosive deep within your stomach. Just as the realization hit you, it was over, your climax crashing into you wildly as you scream into the sheets, vision whiting out.

Jiraiya continues pounding into you, his praises a constant stream of muffled and sultry sounds between the rush of beating wings in your ears. Agonizingly slowly, he sinks as far as he is able into you and freezes, his dick pulsing deep within you as warm seed seeps between your thighs and spreads onto the sheets, soaking into the fabric. He collapses against you, careful not to apply too much weight, but he is still solid against your back. You like his weight. Jiraiya is the anchor that holds you down as you float, your post-orgasmic haze still blurring the lines of fantasy and reality. Too fucked out to move, you grunt.

“You’re lucky I have trouble saying no to beautiful women,” Jiraiya murmurs, planting sweet kisses up between your shoulder blades. “Or else that would have gone very badly for you.”

You laugh and he rolls off of you, laying on his back, his arms - his muscular arms that just manhandled you into several orgams - stretched behind his head. Involuntarily, you lean forward to nibble at his bicep. He easily brushes you away and he pulls you up, curtaining you in his warm embrace.

Jiraiya sighs, contentedly, and kisses the top of your head. “Still with me, kid?”

You merely nod, closing your eyes as you lay against him, listening to the sound of his low laughter rumbling within his chest. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence, listening to the steady beating of your hearts between the cicada chirps. You smile against his hot skin as a quiet realization floods your mind: The dishes will have to wait.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy.

wc: 3k

tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works

a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).

Moving in was a bitch.

For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning.

You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes. So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window.

It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle.

A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants.

He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more.

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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep.

“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do.

The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else.

“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--

“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment.

“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften.

But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder.

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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.

“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.”

“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?”

“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place.

It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones?

You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table.

You’d had enough.

Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.

“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly.

“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it.

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence.

“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.”

“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.

“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.”

“H-how…”

“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?”

All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know.

“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.”

“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.”

“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder.

“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice.

“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”

You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.

“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist.

As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales.

“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease.

“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock.

His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine.

“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.”

“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding.

Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you��re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness.

Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance.

“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass.

“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly.

“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.

“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.”

“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long.

“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you.

When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing:

“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”

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besanii · 3 years

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I need to know what caused Wei Ying to finally initiate a physical relationship with Xichen. Was it for Lotus pier and what the empress said? He does seem to have some feelings towards Xichen so did he not mind it bc of that? What does Xichen think about this whole thing ahhhhhhhhh so many questions. Sorry Lan Zhan cause ngl I ship them

[ follows on from six ]

Alive.

The word washes over him like a wave, bringing with it a rush of joy and relief—his brother is alive—that lasts only a heartbeat before the significance of the news comes crashing down.

His brother is alive.

An arrow to the shoulder, the report had read. Knocked overboard in the heat of the battle and disappearing under the churning waters; for days they searched, picking through the bodies floating amongst the debris long after the Dongying forces had retreated.

They found him, a day later, half-drowned and delirious with fever, unable to fight. News of his death in battle spread as he lay in his bed, one foot already through the gates of Hell and yet still strategising, planning, during his brief moments of lucidity. Conscious enough to know that they can use his perceived death to their advantage.

And indeed with the loss of Gusu’s greatest commander, their enemies pressed them harder, forcing them to cede waters they had previously held strong. Little did they know they were being lured into a trap, one that would decimate their fleet and end the battle once and for all.

“And how is Hanguang-wang now?” Lan Xichen asks. Only years of experience keeps his voice tightly controlled and his hands relaxed as they rest on the spacious desk before him.

“Replying to Huangshang, Hanguang-wang asked this lowly subject to pass on the message that he is well and not to worry,” the messenger reports. “Hanguang-wang has also said he will stay on to fight until the war is won, as is his duty as the commander of the fleet.”

As a brother, Lan Xichen knows he should recall Lan Wangji from the front lines, allow him to return to Caiyi to nurse his injuries. As Emperor, if his best commander reports he can continue to fight and his staying on increases their chances of victory, then he has no reason to refuse. As a man—

He tells himself the rush of relief that courses through him at the news is because his brother is well; he does not allow himself to entertain the other reason. It is too shameful to admit, even to himself.

In the end, the Emperor wins out, as it always does.

“Very well,” he says finally, pressing the tips of his fingers together as if he is giving serious consideration to Lan Wangji’s request. “We will grant Hanguang-wang the right to stay, as reward for his loyalty.”

He does not call on Chenghuan Hall.

He tells himself it is to give Wei Wuxian space in the wake of such momentous news, to allow him to process it fully in his own time without the added pressure of Lan Xichen’s presence. It is a flimsy excuse, one he knows does not fool his Empress at the very least, whose knowing looks and raised eyebrow has his insides twisting with guilt and shame like a child caught stealing treats from the kitchens. So he avoids her palace too, and seeks refuge in the Imperial study until late in the evenings.

A whole month passes where Lan Xichen does not allow himself to see Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian does not send word to him either.

He wonders if he’s left it too long, whether Wei Wuxian would be upset or angry at their situation—at him, for putting them in this situation. If it is too late to show up now, after a whole month of silence, and try to make amends.

Fortunately—if one could call any part of this fortunate—the decision is made for him when Wei Wuxian himself walks into the Imperial study one night and kneels in the centre of the chamber. Lan Xichen watches dumbly as he prostrates himself, forehead pressed against the tips of his fingers on the cold stone floor, his hair loose and unbound, spilling over his plain white robes, the very picture of contrition and penance.

“This lowly concubine pays greetings to Huangshang,” Wei Wuxian says, his voice loud and clear in the quiet of the study. “And humbly seeks your forgiveness.”

“Wuxian...” Lan Xichen begins hesitantly. He breaks off, looking around at the eunuchs stationed around the study with their heads bowed. “You may leave us.”

It is only after they file away, closing the double doors behind them silently, does Lan Xichen allow himself to cross the chamber to where Wei Wuxian is still kneeling. He hurries to help him up, grasping him below the elbows, but is met with resistance as Wei Wuxian stubbornly keeps his head and shoulders bowed.

“Wuxian,” he says helplessly. “There is no need for this.”

“This lowly concubine dares not stand until Huangshang has forgiven me for my transgressions,” Wei Wuxian replies, still in that formal, wooden tone of voice Lan Xichen has come to know too well. He sighs.

“It is cold tonight and you are barely dressed. You will catch a cold walking around like this,” he tells him gently, softening his grip on his arms. When Wei Wuxian still refuses to budge, he sighs again and tilts his face up with two fingers under his chin. “There is nothing to forgive, you have done nothing wrong,”

There is confusion and wariness in those grey eyes as they finally meet his, two emotions he had hoped never to see again.

“Huangshang is displeased with me,” Wei Wuxian says quietly, tightly, as if he would fall apart if he raised his voice. “Ever since the report from Jinghai. Huangshang can no longer bear the sight of me, now that Lan Zhan—” he bites off the name with a pained twist of his mouth.

Lan Xichen recoils as if struck. He had known the nature of their relationship before his brother’s departure, and their plans for his return. But hearing his brother’s given name, such an intimate address used so freely and without thought, is a stark reminder of what he had done. Who he had taken.

Wei Wuxian knows it too, from the shudder that runs through him as he exhales, and the way his hands curl into fists in his lap.

"This lowly concubine does not dare presume he has any right to beg forgiveness for putting Huangshang in such a difficult position,” he continues, the barest hint of a waver in his voice. “I only wished to let Huangshang know that he does not need to trouble himself over this any longer.”

There is a ring of finality to his words that immediately catches Lan Xichen’s attention.

“What are you saying?” he asks warily. “Wuxian—”

Wei Wuxian shuffles backwards, putting enough distance between them so that he can prostrate himself once more, touching his forehead to the floor.

“This lowly concubine begs Huangshang to grant me the death penalty.”

“No.”

The word forces itself from Lan Xichen’s lips before he even realises he’s spoken, a spontaneous, visceral reaction full of hurt and fury beyond his control. For a long moment after, he cannot speak around the vice clamped tight around his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs. Wei Wuxian replies, but his voice is only a faint murmur against the blood roaring in his ears; he cannot see his face to read his lips, but Lan Xichen already knows what he will say.

“You cannot ask that of me.” The words rasp painfully against his throat. “I will not be the reason for your death.”

Wei Wuxian raises his head and Lan Xichen freezes at the sight of the tears in his eyes, the same hurt, the same helpless fury colouring his cheeks and knitting his brows.

“And I am not willing to be the conflict that destroys the relationship between brothers,” he cries. “I cannot—I will not do it. Huangshang. You cannot ask that of me. Please do not ask it of me.”

He lowers his face to the floor once more.

“This lowly concubine is only alive today because of Huangshang,” he says, voice small and trembling but with an undercurrent of steel. “I should already be dead. If Huangshang grants me the death penalty now, it will only be putting the situation to rights once more, and Hanguang-wang will be none the wiser upon his return.”

Lan Xichen reaches out a trembling hand toward him, but stops short, hand hovering just above the top of his head. He cannot ask this of him. As a brother, and as a man, he cannot do it. As an Emperor—

Almost as if sensing his indecision, Wei Wuxian raises his head, leans into the palm of Lan Xichen’s outstretched hand and smiles as those long fingers mould themselves reflexively around the curve of his cheek.

“This lowly concubine will never forget the kindness and affection Huangshang has bestowed upon me,” he murmurs. “So if there must be a sacrifice, please let me make it in your place.”

TBC (yes I have just decided there will be a part two to this)

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Notes

Such drama! Much angst!

Sorry this took much longer than anticipated, mostly cos I’ve been devouring ancient Tezuka/Fuji fics and falling back into the ancient Tenipuri fandom in the past couple of weeks. So, uh, don’t be surprised if my next thing is Tezuka/Fuji instead (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

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housamo-side-blog-2 · 3 years

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Red Eyes part 2

Okay, im starting to love this Au,

it is nightime in the dormitory of Shinjuku..

The bright crescent moon shines its luminescent like shine on the entirety of Tokyo, A small bench is layed in the center of the dormitory, Where a young chubby student is sitting,staring at they’re intertwined fingers as they sang a harmonious melody, They sing as if they’re releasing something deep, something of a sharp feeling, that they began to tear up as they sang to what appears to be a high note of the song, Swaying from left to right, in full throttle,not knowing they’re familiar voice is going to be heard by the other sleeping students.

And they woke someone up...

{Door opens}

.A Orange haired student, waiks towards the hallway to investigate, who is singing such an harmonious tone, There they spot they’re two closest classmates as they watch from above, as the singing fluffy haired sang to their heart’s content.. They listen to their tone, their voice and the way they sing, they are now completely immersed into listening them sing now, as the redhead starts to suggest something.

Ryota: Shiro, should we,?

Shiro: Just a few more minutes..

Kengo: Im recording them,

Moritaka: Comrades?,

Everyone: Shhh...

Moritaka: Oh, apologies, Looks like we’re all awoken due to Harumo’s singing.

Ryota: Yeah, but, i didn’t even know they sing so good..

Kengo: im gonna show this to Harumo,at the guild.

Shiro: Save me a copy.

Kengo: What?

They continue to listen to their musical and tuneful voice, not knowing that a tall figure is slowly approaching the quiet four,

Mr Mononobe: Why are you all out of your rooms?

Everyone: Ahhh!..

Harumo: Huh?..

Shiro: Mr Mononobe?, I..i..

Mr Mononobe: No need Shiro, first time hearing Harumo sing is like one of a million chances,

Harumo: Were you guys there this entire time?!..

Ryota: We’re sorry Harumo, it was just really good,

Kengo: And i got all on video!.

Harumo: You recorded me?!

Kengo: What?!, Its good content!

Shiro: Im really sorry Harumo, i didn’t mean to, i just..

Moritaka: Most humblest apologies friend, i was so drawn to your singing that i lost focus.

Harumo: ahhh...this is so embarassing!

Ryota: But, you sound really great when you were singing!

Harumo:Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...

Mr Mononobe: Alright everyone go back to your rooms, You know you have a test tomorrow.

Ryota: A T-TEST?!...

Shiro: Yes Ryota, why’d you think we held those study sessions.

Ryota: Oh,,y-yeah, i know that!,hehehe!

Moritaka: Lets do our absolute best tomorrow, Ryota,

Ryota: {In not going to be able to sleep tonight}

Kengo: Hey partner!, Good singing back there!

Harumo: Ahhhhhh....

Moritaka: There’s nothing to be ashamed off Harumo, you sang beautifly, I never heard such a meliodic tune before!

Ryota: When did you learn how to sing like that?..

Harumo: Uhhh..From Gabriel?

Shiro: That explains the trips then..

Without further discussion, the stunned students, all went back to their dorms and went to sleep...

{Harumo’s dorm}

Lights off, only the torquoise ray of the moon luminates a small portion of your room, You appear to be having a nightmare you brows go lower, your eyes squinting at something that isn’t needed to be focused on.

{Harumo”s Dream}

Harumo: W-Where am i?!...Why is it hot in here?!, This is a dream!

Unknown creature: {Breathes fire}

Harumo: Ahh!,,what the?!,,,what the heck is that!

An Unknowing creature that almost the same height as Shinjuku Academy, stands before you, With its wine like scales, its tin like claws buried in the ground of dream state, Spine chilling as it looks directly into your eyes with its scarlet glare, almost as if its peering straight to your soul.

Unknown creature1: ......Harumo.....

Harumo: It knows my name?!, Who are you?!...and what are you doing in my dream!?

Unknown creature: ..I AM A DRAGON...

Harumo:A dragon?,,Then, why are you attacking me!?

No response from your interrogation, the dragon like creature stands there, with its intimidating stature as well as its aura like glow, looming around it, But thats not all,

Harumo: Another one?,,,what the?!,,,

Out the blue, you are surronded by 5 dragon like creatures, each with their own distinctive features, the creature to your left is a turqiouse like its from the ocean, to your right, you see a moss green with what appears to be two vine like tentacles etched at the top of their head,

To your south-east stands A lavender colored with its shiny scales, To your south-west stands, An earthly colored dragon, as you can tell from its boulder like skin,

Harumo: Wha?!,,,who are you all?, why is there,,,, 5 dragons around me?

Confuse as you are shift your gase to each and every dragon that intimidates you,As they all radiate a glow that matches their features, you can’t tell what they are, as they stare down on you,confuse and worried,for you can’t summon your sword to defend yourself, .

.Suddenly.

{ROAR!}

Harumo: Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!

Harumo: {Gasp}

{Alarm clock ringing}

You’ve awoken from your nightmarish like dream, for as look at your window, Rays of sunlight pierced your awoken eyes, you check the time, to see its early in the morning, which is unordinary,

Harumo: What was that?....Those...dragons..

{Salomon appears}

Lil Salomon: Good Morning Master!, Whaaaa!

Harumo: Whoah!, is something wrong?

Lil Salomon: Master, your..eyes..

Harumo: {Gasp in surprise}

You stared at the mirror for a while to process, a sudden change..

Harumo: What happened to my eyes?..

Sunflower colored eyes, shines dimly in your eyelids as it started to glow more like a rising sun, you panic and stumble to your wooden floor in distress,

Lil Salomon: Master.!

Harumo: Hah...hah...what happened Lil Salomon?,

Lil Salomon: Harumo, calm down for a sec, breath slowly,

Following your faithful buttler’s suggestion you slowly inhale and exhaled your anxiety and distress away, and it worked,

Harumo: {Inhale.....Exhale}

Lil Salomon: Thats it Master, slowly...

Harumo: .....Okay..im calm..

Lil Salomon: Master look!, your eyes!,,,they’ve changed back!

From Yellow to change back to your usual grey colored eyes, you breath in relief for as you thought something changed in you,for what could be the reason of the sudden change in the color of your eyes?.

The question looms on your mind, but you seem to forgot something much more important,

Harumo: Crap!, the test is this time!,

Lil Salomon: But master!, what about your-

Harumo: We’’ll taik about that later!, I have a test to go to!

Rushing back and forth your room, to get yourself ready to attend another hopefully ordinary day in Shinjuku Academy,

[Shinjuku Academy}

Harumo: Hah,,,hah,,,,hah,,i made it!

Ryota: Guys, its Harumo!, Hi Harumo!

Harumo: Hey guys!, looks like i made it in time!

Shiro: Its good that you’re not late this time.

Kengo:....

Harumo: Did all of you study?

Shiro: Hahah, no need to ask me that question.

Ryota: A little bit.

Shiro: What?, but we held a study session in the guild yesterday!

Ryota: Hehehe, it kinda slipped my mind?

Moritaka: I studied everything the exam has in store for me, so im fully confident in my knowledge.

Toji:*Nods*

Kengo: i suddenly have a bad feelin today.

Shiro: Oh?.

Kengo: Hey Harumo!, Did something happened to you?

Harumo: Huh?

Shiro: Whats wrong Kengo?

Kengo: Or is it just my imagination?

Harumo:{Does Kengo know about my eyes?}

Mr Mononobe: All right!, Students go back to your seats and prepare a pencil,pen,and eraser,

Shiro: Everyone Stand!, Bow!

Everyone Good Morning Mr Mononobe!

Mr Mononobe: Okay, sit down, this is your second semester examination, And i trust you all not to cheat!, understand?!

Mr Mononobe: All right, you can begin!.

.Ryota: Goodluck on the test Everyone!

.????: HEY WHOEVER HARUMO IS, COME OUT!

Everyone hearing the angry request, they look towards the window to look upon a large muscular figure along with 5 canine therians behind them as if they’re bodyguards.

Harumo: Who are they?

Mr Mononobe: Now class, stay put!, im going to check what it is.

???:HEY HARUMO YOU BETTER COME OUT! OR MY BOYS WILL YOU!

Harumo: Who are you?!

???: Oh..so you’re Harumo!.. Come down here!, i want to have a nice clean chat with you!

Kengo: This asshole needs a total beating if he knows whats coming for him!

Moritaka: How dare they act so impudently infront of our school!

Mr Mononobe, acting as the guardian of the student requested, confronts the unknown figure with his bodyguards,

Mr Mononobe: Now ,now, may i ask who are you?, what businness do you have with one of my students?

???: Hey old man!, How about you bring me your student Harumo here, They have a lot of nerve messing with my boys yesterday, and i can’t sit still about the way they were treated.

Mr Mononobe: .....Im not going give Harumo...

???: Well then....

Mr Mononobe:Oof!

Everyone; Mr Mononobe!

Harumo: DAD!.....GRRRRRRR!!

Shiro: Harumo?....

Squeesing the window frame, you failed to notice a sudden change in your eyes,

Ryota: Harumo your eyes are turning red!

Harumo: HOW DARE YOU!!

???: Now!,Come out!

{Opens the app}

Harumo: Grrraaa!!!

Shiro: Harumo let us help!

Ryota: You don’t have to do this alone!

Blinded by your own fury, you redered the ties of gavity and flew towards the group who hurted your father like guardian,

Harumo::HOW.DARE.YOU HURT MY FATHER!!!!!

Mr Mononobe: Harumo?...

???: Lets teach this punk a lesson! Get him boys!

Harumo: OUT OF MY WAY!

Armed with claws, the canine therians, gracefully cut, bruised you piece by piece as your uniform gets ripped bit by bit, revealing your chubby body piece by piece, but they don’t realised, ...

It was a huge mistake..

Canine therian1: What the hell is that skin made of!?

Canine therian 2:It feels as if we’re hitting rocks !

From the onlookers, especially the summoners, they stare in confusion as they haven’t seen this side of their loving guildmaster, While the other students stare blankly aas they are both amased or shock to see the transfer student fight against 6 against 1.

Now back to the fight,

???: What are you all doing!?, go one and kill that bastard!

Canine Therian 1 :But boss!, something is weird about this kid,We can’t cut them!

Canine therian3:They have two swords!, and...what are they doing?

Shiro: *Gasp* No! don’t’ Harumo! don’t use the Double Dragon on them! Kengo: Harumo!,Harumo don’t use it, they’re worth it!

Banging on the green dome enclosing everyone inside, the muscular students pleas go to occupied ears, as they are full of rage, as seen by the wine red color change of their eyes.

Harumo: Salomon!,

Lil Salomon: Master!,this tecnique is not worth using on them!,Reconsider your decision!

Harumo: They hurt my dad..so punishment is needed!

Lil Salomon: I know, ive seen it, but look!, Father is okay now! you don’t have to use the Double Dragon technique on them, it will kill them for sure!

Harumo: No one can die inside the battle area. I’ll make them remember this pain!

Boss: Pst, what, is that a secret move your doing?, Then go one,give me your best shot!

Kengo: You moron!, you have no idea what that move is!, it could literally destroy a meteor! You’re only digging your own graves!

Mr Mononobe: HARUMO!!

Harumo: *Gasp in surprise*

Waiking from behind, Mr Mononobe approaches you calmly as you are about to unleash the one technique that could destroy even the mightiest of foes.

Mr Mononobe: ....Don’t become a monster....

Harumo:.....

Bated breath and a silent stare, for you forget that you are in a midst of a battle, taking advantage of the confrontation,

Harumo: Oof!

Mr Mononobe: Harumo!

Kengo: Hey thats cheating!

Boss: Ooh, did i disturb something!,

Harumo: *sigh*

“Dragonborn”

Harumo: This voice...!

Mr Mononobe: Harumo!..Ahhh!!

Boss: Don’t butt in old man..

Harumo: Mr Mononobe?.

Boss: Hahaha,,this,, all i have to do?...This is pathetic

Harumo: Crap!

Sacred artifact Hammer in the hands of the figure looking down on you, Prepares to drop their hammer the same width of their muscular figure, on you, as if their about to execute someone’s head off, and

Mr Mononobe: ..Hey punk..

Boss:....

Harumo and Kengo: Mr Mononobe?

Boss: You’re next so--

Like the sound of a wet towel amplified about 5 times,the painful sound can be heard from the second floor where the other students gase upon from, your finisher, launched towards the side, due the massive power coming from the loving Mr Mononobe’s punches..

Harumo and Kengo: Ah....ah.....

Boss’s henchmen: B-Boss?....Holy crap he’s knocked down cold!

The onlooking students can only leave their mouths open for flies to come in and out, as they have witness a teacher, turned into a heavyweight boxer, The Summoners stood in disbelief as they have witness a teacher’s capability in protecting their precious students...

Mr:Harumo..Are you okay?

Harumo: I think he’s not okay..

Lil Salomon: I didn’t even know Father can throw a punch like that!..

Mr Mononobe: Us teachers should know how to fight,if we want to protect our precious students.

Kengo: Holy smokes!.....Harumo you okay?

Harumo: Y-yeah, im okay, though im healed now, so don’t worry.

Boss’s Henchmen: Hurry lets get the boss outta here!

Mr Mononobe: I let this slide for once, But if you all dare to come after to one of my students...Then expect it to be 10x more harder.

Boss’s henchmen: Nnngg,,,,We will never bother you all again sir!

With their boss in tow, they scidaddled out of sight,,

Kengo: Don’t ever comeback here assholes!

Mr Mononobe: I’ll forgive your word for now Takabushi,,For now, lets head back to class now, You still have that exam.

Harumo: R-Right...

Mr Mononobe: You..refer me as...your dad?

Harumo: Crap!,,you heard that!

Mr Mononobe: Hahaha!, how about it..son..

Harumo:*gasp*.....Yes Dad!

#Housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #Mc5 #Harumo #Summoners #Red eyes #Part 2 #Mr Mononobe

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dreams-of-the-arcana · 4 years

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Let’s talk about: Platonic Relationships!! Friendships are extremely important to me so I really wanted to share a story about it. Platonic relationships are extremely important in life 💕 Fic inspired by prompt I came across and lost the post. So sorry!

Ft. Cleo Rosehyn and Julian Devorak

Warnings: Mentions of food

Art by: @mantichorall

A Blessing In Disguise

Vesuvia was still and silent for once. The everyday bustle of citizens only calmed when the sun had long ago set. Most people were already warm in their beds sleeping soundly.

Then there was Julian.

Cleo moved through the streets with a small warm light above her shoulder. The clinic looked closed, as all the lights had been extinguished. Cleo knew better though. A small flicker could be seen in the very back as she walked in quietly.

Julian had a tendency to overreact at perceived threats. The front area was well maintained and welcoming, entirely due to Julian’s assistant. Cleo moved past the area and down a dimly lit hallway to Julian’s office where the light was coming from.

As expected, Dr. Julian Devorak sat at his desk which looked as though a wild cat had run through with a grudge with his face firmly planted on the top. Soft snores rose up from his squashed nose. The candle had burned low so Cleo lit a few more before setting her basket on top of the desk with a violent THUMP!

“Ahhhhhhhhh! You can’t take me by surprise!!!” Julian’s face shot up and he wildly looked around, likely for invading pirates.

Cleo waited patiently with a brow raised for him to calm down. As reality set in, Julian stared at Cleo until she was fully in focus.

“Cleo? Darling, beautiful, wondrous healer of the mind. You should know not to sneak up on me like that. I could have hurt you!”

The drama dripped from every word and Cleo rolled her eyes. She leaned closer to pull off a pencil and multiple papers that were stuck to the Doctor’s face.

“Ruins the seriousness when you look as though you were attacked by a vengeful Secretary, dear.”

Julian smiled and ran his hand through his hair as he surveyed the office.

“I see your imposing bodyguard hasn’t accompanied you and that it seems to be quite late.” Concern tinged Julian’s words.

Cleo opened up the basket she’d brought with her and began pulling various food items out to set in front of her workaholic friend.

“Muriel didn’t want to come see you but I imagine he soon worried and is likely waiting outside. Now for you, Ilya. You have a perfectly good bed where you should be asleep!” Cleo scolded him and set down a plate in front of Julian.

Grey eyes shone in the low light and Julian snatched the sandwich up greedily.

“You’re a blessing in disguise, my dear.” He said reverently between rushed bites.

“Because I made you a sandwich?” Cleo smirked.

“Yes,” Julian nodded seriously.

#the arcana #the arcana game #arcana apprentice #fan apprentice #arcana oc #arcana fanfic #cleo the apprentice #other people's awesome art #get to know the apprentice #julian devorak #the arcana julian #ilya devorak #platonic #friendship fic

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doc-pickles · 4 years

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Omg could you please write a one shot about Jo being involved in a school shooting? Set in the same universe as it’s nothing fun just to talk. You are officially my new favorite jolex author!!! Your stories are amazing!!!

AHHHHHHHHH!! I read this and screamed out loud and then wrote this in an embarrassingly short amount of time while ignoring all of my other responsibilities….. i’m really enjoying using prompts that y’all send in to further my INFJTT canon world because my brain is FRIED

i’m also trying to make AU! jolex’s life as dramatic as canon! jolex’s life clearly

Anyways, enjoy!! (also thank u for the compliment, it warmed my heart)

ALSO I HATE TO SAY IT BUT I GUESS I LOVE SEEING JO IN PAIN?? I PROMISE MY NEXT ONE WILL BE FLUFFY AND NICE TO THESE TWO

Aaaaaand if it wasn’t clear: TW// violence, injuries to minors, & blood

"Did you say it? 'I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life.' Did you say it? Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it. But every now and then, drink it in. Cause this is it."

Tuesday 10:56 AM

I love you, Alex. So much.

“Doctor Karev, you’re being paged to the ER,” Alex looked from his phone to the nurse in front of him. He pocketed the phone quickly, not bothering to respond to the text from over an hour ago. “Doctor Hunt said he needs as much of the peds staff as possible.”

“Did he say why? I can’t really send my whole department down there.”

“No, sorry. It sounded urgent though.”

Alex groaned, picking up his chart and heading downstairs to talk with Hunt before he went and grabbed his whole team. It wasn’t even noon and Alex was done with the day. The last thing he wanted to deal with today was Owen.

“Hunt!”

Owen turned around at the sound of his name, a solemn look on his face. Alex could tell that whatever he was needed for was not a happy occasion. He sidled up next to the trauma surgeon, making sure he had his game face on for when Owen tried to get his whole damn team down here.

“What could you possibly need the whole peds team for?”

“For that,” Owen pointed at the television set behind Alex, prompting the younger man to turn and watch the news report playing on screen.

“Reports are coming in that there’s an active shooter situation at Golden Hill Elementary. The school year started three weeks ago for Seattle Unified, a horrifying way to start off the year. We have at least three confirmed deaths and ten confirmed injuries, but no word on whether these are students or teachers. We’ll keep you updated as we hear more news.”

The chart in Alex’s hand clattered to the floor, his eyes glued to the television screen in front of him. His heart was beating erratically, eyes watching in horror as the news report continued on.

Golden Hill Elementary.

His mind flicked to this morning as Jo got dressed, brushed her hair, and walked out the door to work like it was any other day. Had he kissed her goodbye? Told her he loved her?

When was the last time he had kissed his wife?

“Page Avery,” Owen didn't move at the request, prompting Alex to turn and repeat his words. “Page Avery! I will get your damn peds team if you page Avery down here right now.”

Owen ran off, leaving Alex alone standing in the middle of the ER. He pulled his phone out, looking over his texts from Jo and almost losing it.

Tuesday 8:15 AM

I want tacos for dinner

from the place downtown

with the really good green salsa???

You got it babe. I’ll grab it on my way home.

you’re the best

love you

Love you too.

Tuesday 9:42 AM

mmm pretty sure they’re putting us on a lockdown drill

great I love wrangling third graders

Tuesday 10:56 AM

I love you, Alex. So much.

“Alex,” Jackson was running down the hallway, eyes wide with fear as he approached Alex. It was evident he had heard about what was happening and was probably just as scared as Alex. “Have you heard from Jo?”

Alex shook his head, Jackson confirming that he hadn’t heard from April either. Alex asked the nurse’s station to page the entire peds department down to the ER, doctors from other specialties filtering into the trauma bay with a sense of urgency that made Alex feel sick.

“First rig is three minutes out,” Owen yelled as he walked through the crowded trauma bay. “Bailey and Grey, I need you to triage. Avery, get any parents or spouses that show up out of the way. O’Malley, Karev, and all available interns, you’re unloading rigs with me. And someone call the blood bank!”

The team donned trauma gowns, each running off to where Owen had directed them. Jackson and Alex shared one last look with each other, unspoken promises floating between the two of them before Alex followed Owen out to the ambulance bay. George stood at his left and Owen at his right, both silent as the sound of sirens grew louder.

“Worrying won’t do you any good,” George mused as he settled one hand on Alex’s shoulder. His friend's presence was mildly comforting, knowing that if Jo was standing next to him he would be saying the same thing. “She’ll be here sooner or later, then you can worry. For now, just breathe and let’s do our job.” The first rig pulled in the bay, a little boy being unloaded and rushed into the ER. Alex watched as four more rigs came through, each carrying a child who seemed too small to have such big wounds. He helped direct the interns on where each patient should go, his mind working on auto pilot as he unloaded child after child.

Finally, an ambulance came in with one of the teachers, someone Alex had met before. He swallowed the sick feeling in his chest, his hand moving to grab Maggie’s as she looked up at him with a half smile.

“Hey,” Maggie’s voice was quiet as she struggled to breathe, an obvious gunshot wound in her right shoulder bleeding onto the gurney. “Tell Jackson April is fine, she’s triaging at the school. I haven’t seen Jo yet, I’m sorry.” Alex nodded, sending one intern to find Jackson and another in with Maggie as he let her hand go. The news that April was okay made Alex feel better, hoping that if she made it out then maybe so did Jo. Their classrooms were right next to each other, that was a good thing right? “Karev!”

Alex watches the scene before him in slow motion. An EMT is running to the back of the rig, filling Owen in on details that Alex can’t quite hear. Owen pulls a gurney from the ambulance. The first thing he sees are the bloodied sneakers, now red but normally a bright white. He should know, he had bought the shoes last Christmas. The dark jeans and floral top come into view before he can see her face, eyes frantically searching for him.

“Alex!”

The world speeds up and goes back to a normal pace as Alex races forward, grabbing Jo’s hand and following her into the ER. He notes that the silky top she had complained about barely fitting this morning is now covered with blood and stuck to her protruding stomach. The sight makes Alex’s heart come up to sit in his throat, uncomfortable and jarring as he stares down at his wife. He barely registers Owen nodding to him, releasing Alex to be with Jo as they head into the ER.

“I’m fine, I promise,” Jo assures Alex as she’s rolled towards an empty triage bed. “April loaded me into the damn ambulance. This isn’t my blood… I’m fine, I’m not injured, I promise.”

Alex dismisses the intern with them, promising that if they have issues he’ll go to Meredith. He draws the curtain around the area they’re in and turns back to Jo, whose fingers are fiddling with her wedding rings. The silver bands are bloodied now, prompting Alex to grab Jo’s hand with his own and tilt her head up to look at him.

“Are you really okay?”

There was silence for a moment before Jo shook her head and began to cry into Alex’s embrace.

“My classroom was safe but there was a little boy in the hallway and he just… I went out after the drill lifted and he was barely breathing. I picked him up and I held him and...,” Jo sobbed, one hand coming to rest on her bulging stomach. “I watched a child die and I was grateful it wasn’t me or our daughter. What’s wrong with me?”

“You’re a human being, you’re allowed to have feelings,” Alex brushed his hand against Jo’s hair, his fingers running through the locks. “I’m relieved too, that you’re here in my arms and that our baby is okay. And it’s hard to think about what happened to everyone else, but you have to look at the bright side sometimes. You’re here and you’re okay and that’s enough for today.”

Jo curled into Alex’s side, arms wrapping around him tightly as he rubbed circles into her back. Nothing was okay, it probably wouldn’t be for awhile, but Jo had Alex and a healthy baby to go home to. She had survived a shooting, kept her class safe, and walked 24 third graders outside their parents. So some things were enough for Jo, just for today at least.

#greys anatomy #alex karev #jo karev #jo wilson #jo x alex #jolex #jolex fic #infjtt #alternate universe #jo wilson karev #greys anatomy fanfic #nina writes #nina answers

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fanficsrusz · 5 years

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My Collection Part Five- John Wick series

A/n: part five it out and i think there might be one or two more parts left after this im not to sure.

Masterlist

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Slowly awakening, bright lights aggravated y/n's eyes as she tried to lift her hand to her head in an attempt to ease some of the pain that rumbled through her skull but something stopped her actions. ‘What?’ she mumbled to herself unable to understand what was happening. Her arms and legs were not responding as she wanted to them. Gradually she began to get her senses back as Images of john on top of her flooded her mind. She looked down at her form and saw that she was sitting in a chair, her arms bound to the chair armrest and panic set in. Her breathing quickened as she began to tug at the restraints, causing them to dig in and burn against her skin. Her attempts were trivial so she stopped closing her eyes trying to calm herself down. “ok.ok .” she comforted herself before opening her eyes again “get it together.” she began to look around the room she was in trying to see if she could piece together where she was or find a way out.

The room was small, dark grey cement walls were illuminated by a single light that hung overhead and a single door stood in the middle of the far wall. Newspaper snippets covered the wall to her left as well as a small window blocking out any sunlight leaking in. She squinted to see what the newspapers said but could only make out a few pictures of some people. But they weren't just any people, they were the girls who had been missing. Her blood pressure rose as she thought of the situation she was currently in. She knew she had to remain calm if she wanted to find a way out but it was hard. Moving to look at the wall to her right, she couldn't help but let out a cry. Knives, saws and various surgical instruments decorated the drab grey wall and y/n began to squirm in her seat again causing it to scrape against the floor as she tried to loosen the grip the ropes had on her. After what seemed like hours and felt like a waste of time, the ropes began to loosen. She laughed quietly in disbelief that something had actually happened and as a sign of happiness. She slowly was able to free a single hand before turning and untying the other. She tried to keep as quiet as possible as she fixed herself taking the chance to look around. As much as she wanted to run to the nearest police station, she needed to know the truth about John. Why had he taken the other girls? What did he do to them? Why did he take her? But most importantly, why take Tom? He was the anomaly. He didn't fit the pattern. She walked over to various cupboard pulling them open only to reveal glasses of random liquids and empty boxes. Just as she was about to close the doors ready to move on, a brown wooden box on the top of the cabinet caught her eye. Reaching up on her toes she pulled the box down, revealing its contents. In the box were various I.D badges. One after the other she pulled them out examining each. Chris Webber: IT Technician. Steve Omen: janitor. Paul Roberts: doctor. All of the names and occupations were different but there was one thing that was the same through: John's picture was on each and every single one of the cards. "who is this man?" she thought to herself slowly closing the box and placing it back in its designated spot.

As much as she had tried to be quiet, Her previous struggles were not as quiet as she hoped as heavy footsteps broke the silence in the room. They were coming from the opposite side of the door. She looked around the room frantically trying to find somewhere to run or hide but there was no where she could turn. She didn't know what else to do as the footsteps got closer and soon the noise began to mimic the beating of her heart. She sat in the chair again, moving the ropes to cover her wrists in an attempt to look as if she was still tied down. She closed her eyes, hoping it would cause whoever was there to think she was still unconscious and leave her alone for a little while longer.

The door swung open and john entered the room calmly carrying a bubbling bucket of unknown liquid. His hair was wild and it didn't match the formal clothes he wore: a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black trousers. He walked further into the room and y/n could sense his presence in front of her as he made his way over and crouched down, placing the bucket next to them. He grabbed her face roughly and y/n tried to hold in a whimper. “I know you’re awake” he growled and y/n knew the gig was up as she slowly opened her eyes and was met with johns powerful glare. She gulped and john snickered “there's my beautiful girl. Making so much noise” he stroked her face and she physically recoiled as if his touch burnt. He stood up and began to walk to a cabinet on the other side of the room pulling random items out of it and placed them on a small table.

“You won't get away with this. I figured you had something to do with tom and those girls within a few days of being here. The police will find me. they will figure it out as well” she cried using the small amount of courage she found in her to knock johns confidence and john just laughed wheeling the table over to her. He placed his hands over the top of hers as he leant down and closed the space between their faces. “It's funny. I've been doing this for years, going from town to town and yet i haven't been caught ” he laughed and stood up placing his hands on his hips “in fact you're the only one who has even become suspicious. Even the police are to thick to see the patterns and piece them together. Strange really isn't it “ he shrugged and turned his back on her beginning to make his way back to the cabinet before rustling around in it. She looked down at the table john had wheeled over and saw a small knife laid on it. Looking up to see John to occupied with whatever he was doing, she saw her chance. slowly she pulled her hand from the rope and grabbed it as quietly as possible and hid it under her arm as john continued to rant. “see the boy Tom, it's a shame really, he's a nice kid. But he was getting too close to you and he would have got in the way of my plan” he paused and turned to face her just as he was inserting a needle into a small jar of anesthetic. Her eyes widened at the sight but she pushed the fear down. “That's the one thing I can't figure out. What is your plan?” she stalled and he put the needle down on the side and he walked over sitting on the floor in front of her. He looked up at her as if he was a child telling his mum about his day. He was so excited “ you're the only one to ever ask me that. I knew you were special” he stated and looked into her eyes deeply before beginning his story “ when I was younger, my mother used to make these dolls and they were all so perfect. However, one day my father walked in on my mother with another man and he went insane and bludgeoned her to death. I never saw her again. My father sat me down and told me that women are good for nothing, only cause pain and should only be used to look pretty and so i found a way to do that” he looked over to the bucket he had earlier and dragged it closer. “You see if i turn the women into dolls with wax then they will not be able to hurt me the same way my mother hurt my dad and their beauty will be preserved for years to come. They will become part of collection”. A tear slipped down y/n's face as john stood up and began to walk over to the anesthetic again. “Don't worry though, i need to do the embalming process first” he walked closer “I don't want the new member of my collection smelling now do i”. His smile was crazed and he was now Practically hovering over y/n needle in hand.

It was now or never as so she lunged at him with the knife driving it hard into his eye. “AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed falling to the ground as blood pooled out of the wound. y/n ran out of the room and up some stairs. She entered the hallway and stopped momentarily trying to find an escape route, her adrenaline rushing through her veins and she saw a window. Running towards it she looked outside hoping to get the attention of someone passing by but there was no one. She didn't even recognise where she was as woods surrounded the house she was in. she tried to open the locked window but it didn't budge “NOOO” she screamed. she was in the middle of nowhere, no one would hear her. No one would find her. She bashed her elbow against the window to try and smash it but it only hurt her. “YOU LITTLE BITCH” John shouted, his deep voice sending shock waves through her and his heavy steps could be heard coming up the stairs. She looked back towards the basement seeing his shadow coming up the stairs before running of too find the front door. She ran to the end of the hallway and entered the living room where she saw the front door. Running towards it she tried the handle and it didn't open. “Nonononononono” she cried. There was no escape and so she made her way into one of the side rooms in an attempt to hide. She closed the door as quietly as possible and hoped the saying ‘you can run but you can't hide’ was completely wrong.

y/n pressed her back to the door for a second before she propped a chair under the handle so john couldn't get it. She finally looked at the room she was now hid in. At first it was dark but her eyes soon adjusted to the lack of light and she could make out a few pews and the silhouettes of people who occupied them. She waited for them to move but when there was nothing she slowly made her way over to one of the people sat there.

She closed her eyes as a floorboard squeaked under her foot and stopped to see if john had heard. After several seconds of silence she continued her examination. Getting closer she could see the people clearer, except they weren't people. They were dolls. Dolls of women. The dolls john had told her about. Skin smooth and perfect. She touched the face of the doll she was looking at and it cracked and a bit of the face fell off. She didn't know what she expected to see when she looked at the hole on the 'dolls' face, but she was met with the harsh reality of the situation she was in. Rotten skin laid underneath the spot where the wax previously was. Her hand covered her mouth to stifle her cries.

Stepping back she looked at the 'dolls' as they sat there lifelessly, and She realised she could identify a few of them as the missing girls from the news and the others must have been from other towns. This was going to be her fate if she didn't find a way out, all to satisfy the strange delusions of a psycho. She wanted to cry out but couldn't instead turning to walk further into the room hoping to find another exit.

Movement in the corner caught her eyes as she stopped dead in her tracks. Looking towards the dark corner she could see a dark shadow shifting on the floor before strange gurgling noises came from it. She looked round and picked up a large candlestick from the end of one of the pews as a makeshift weapon. She slowly made her way closer ready to defend herself. As she approached, it became clearer what or more like who was on the floor. She gasped and dropped the weapon to her feet rushing over to the shadow.

Tom was proped in the corner, blood and bruises covered his body. . "tom" she whispered placing a shaky hand onto his face as tears ran down her own face. He looked up at her and managed a weak smile, the boy was barely alive from the amount of blood he must have lost. A huge blood stain on his shirt caught her attention and she looked closer: it was fresh blood. She slowly moved the stained shirt out of the way and y/n saw the extent of his wounds. A knife wound leaked blood and she knew he would need help soon or he was going to bleed out. She pushed as much pressure into the wound to stop the bleeding before looking into his eyes smiling at him. "hey tom. You're going to be ok" he coughed up blood and at that moment she knew there was not much she could do. "i…. I...im sorry i couldn't save you" he weakly pulled his hand up to hold her face "dont be stupid tom" her smile faulted as she felt guilt consume her. If she didn't talk to him, he would be perfectly fine and not bleeding out in some random house. "y/n….. i….. I lov-" tom was interrupted by the sound of john bashing on the door trying to break it down. "OPEN THE DOOR Y/N" john yelled through. Y/n leant down and tried to pick tom up but he pushed her away "just go hide" he barely whispered. she stood up and looked towards a cupboard on the other side of the room. She ran over and hid in it just as john burst through the door. She watched through a small hole in the door as John walked in looking between the pews trying to find her.

"y/n i dont know why you're running for. I will find you. It's your fate. You and all these other girls were broken dolls before I even got my hands on them. Lost souls that just needed guidance and a place in the world. I gave them that place, a permanent place on my wall as perfect little dolls. You may not have seen it, but I saw how you felt lost. How you practically begged me with your pretty eyes. Begged me to put you in your place and here i am to deliver exactly that" john ranted as he continued to look around soon he was inches away from the door. She closed her eyes in an attempt to wake up from this nightmare and covered her mouth with her hand thinking her breathing was to loud.

Within seconds, John yanked the door open revealing y/n stood there " found you my little doll" he laughed darkly.

TBC

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beastboy-archived · 5 years

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TAGGED BY:: i stole this TAGGING:: go for it man

► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ “ um. . . y-yeah. ” ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ “ i guess. ” ► ARE YOU ANGRY? ➭ “ sometimes. ” ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ “ they never were. ”

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTH PLACE ➭ “ i. . . i’m actually not sure. ” ► HAIR FUR COLOR ➭ “ grey and white. ” ► EYE COLOR ➭ “ brown. ” ► BIRTHDAY ➭ “ april ninth. ” ► MOOD ➭ “ i-i’ve been kind of tired lately. ” ► GENDER ➭ “ male. ” ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ “ mm. . . depends. i don’t really enjoy the warm weather too much, s-so winter it is, i suppose. ” ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ “ afternoon. ”

EIGHT QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ “ ahhhhhhhhhh -- ” ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ “ ahHhhHhHhH--!!!!! ” ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ “ aAHAaHAhahahH--!? ” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ “ not that i know of. ” ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ “ no. ” ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ “ yyyyes. . . y-yes, i have. ” ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER? ➭ “ i doubt it. ” ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ “ . . . too many times. ”

SIX CHOICES.

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ “ love. ” ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ “ lemonade. ” ► CATS OR DOGS ➭ “ . . . well. ” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ “ uh, mm. . . a few best friends, i guess? i-i kind of already have that back home. ” ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN ➭ “ i’d rather stay in. ” ► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ “ night. ”

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ “ mmhm. ” ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ “ . . . yeah. ” ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ “ w-who’s even coming up with these questions??? ” ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭ “ . . . ”

FOUR PREFERENCES.

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ “ smile. ” ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ “ doesn’t really matter. ” ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ “ do i have to choose? um. . . attraction, i guess. ” ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ “ relationship. ”

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ “ it’s just me and my grandpa, so. yes. we do. ” ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ “ . . . something like that. ” ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ “ nope. ” ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ “ no. but i did drop out. um, of school, i mean. does that count? ”

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ “ i could never. ” ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ “ some of them. ” ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ “ uh, erm. c-can i have multiple? jack and louis-senpai are both kind of up there. . . ” ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ “ just me. ”

#( * HEADCANON )#( oof )

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Quiz me questions:1: Is there a boy/girl in your life?eh 2: Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?yes 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17."They thirsted for the security it offered,for the sanctuary of the interior" 4: What’s something you really want right now?rest 5: Are you afraid of falling in love?something like that 6: How can I win your heart?napping together and being nice 7: Have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?yes? 8: What’s the background on your cell?a picture of my cousins 9: Name the last four beds you sat on?mine,my parent's,my cousins, and my guest room's bed 10: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it? yea i think so 11: Honestly, are things going the way you planned?no,but do they ever?? 12: Who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? @radicalmuffins phone number 13: Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler?rottweiler 14: Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?emotional 15: Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?art museum hands down 16: Are you tired?yes. 17: How long have you known your 1st phone contact?it was my mom's number so i can safely say,ive known her for my entire existence  18: If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? freshman year 19: Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?yes 20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? in person: i think it was last tuesday or something i cant remember fully 21: If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?yea why not 22: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?im down,im always down for anything lmao 23: When was the last time you were disappointed?sometime this week 24: Is there a certain quote you live by?the trash can quote 25: What’s on your mind?things that im stressed about even though its summer 26: Do you have any tattoos?no but i want some 27: What is your favorite color?greys and blue hues 28: Next time you will kiss someone on the lips?idk 29: Who are you texting? um no one, i mean technically @actual-talking-trashcant 30: Are you superstitious about anything?no 31: Have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?yesss 32: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?yea 33: Do you think anyone has feelings for you? nope 34: Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?ye 35: What was the reason for your last breakup?school and stress 36: Were you single on Valentines Day?no 37: Name one physical feature that you like about yourself, and one you dislike.i like my eyes sometimes,dislike my nose alot 38: What do your friends call you?wren 39: Has anyone upset you in the last week?yes 40: Have you ever cried over a text?yea lmao 41: Where’s your last bruise located?leg 42: What is it from?i fell 43: Last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?saturday 44: Who was the last person you were on the phone with?my mom 45: Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?my white converse 46: Do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?sometimes  47: Would you ever go bald if it was the style?i want to sometimes  48: Do you make supper for your family?sometimes 49: What’s the toughest decision you made this year?letting go 50: Top 3 web-pages?cps student portal, reddit,youtube 51: Do you know anyone who hates shopping?me  52: Does anything on your body hurt?legs 53: Are goodbyes hard for you?yea 54: What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?tea 55: How is your hair?medium length,in a ponytail and relatively clean 56: What do you usually do first in the morning?brush my teeth 57: Do you think two people can last forever?sure why not 58: Think back to January 2007, were you single?yea 59: Green or purple grapes?purple 60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug?whenever someone asks for one 61: Do you wish you were somewhere else right now?yea 62: What did your father teach you?how to fish 63: Where will you be 5 hours from now?sleeping i hope 64: What were you doing at 8 this morning.running 65: This time last year, can you remember who you liked?yea 66: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?yes 67: Did you kiss or hug anyone today?nope 68: What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?how i didnt want to go to practice  69: Have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?yes 70: How many windows are open on your computer?none 71: If you won 100 million dollars, what would you buy first?tbh i would pay for all of my friends college debt 72: What is your ringtone?generic iphone tone 73: How old will you be in 5 months? 17 74: Where is your Mum right now?downstairs  75: Why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?bc i break up w everyone 76: Have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?playfully yea 77: Are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?yes 78: Do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?nope 79: Is there anyone you know with the name Mike?yea guy in my apbio class 80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?yes 81: How many people have you liked in the past three months?2-3? Im just all over 82: Has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?no 83: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?idk 84: You’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?i wouldnt 85: If your BF/GF was into drugs would you care?depends on what drugs 86: What was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?ummmmm idk 87: Who was your last received call from?mom 88: If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?yea i hate butterflies they scare me 89: What is something you wish you had more of?sleep 90: Have you ever trusted someone too much?idk maybe 91: Do you sleep with your window open?in really hot days 92: Do you get along with girls?yes 93: Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?no 94: Does sex mean love?NO AHHHHHHHHH 95: You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem? nope 96: Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring?no 97: Did you sleep alone this week?no 98: Everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?i think so 99: Do you believe in love at first sight?Yes?? 100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?crystal

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