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fallingdownhell · 6 months

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haii may i request the sumeru men with a people pleaser so?

Love this! As a people pleaser myself, I know how hard this can be. Still, hope I did a decent job with this.

Characters Included: Tighnari; Cyno; Kaveh; Alhaitham; Wanderer

Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; some comfort and fluff

Word count: 2k words

Have fun with this<3

Tighnari

he understands you want to help people

he really does... but when it comes at the cost of your own health and well being, that's where he draws a line

Tighnari watches you as you go around doing anything people ask of you, always a smile on your lips

but he sees behind that smile, sees the tired expression you so desperately try to hide

He knows you want to make people happy.. but there's got to be a line. Sometimes, one has to prioritize themselves

But when you remain unwilling to stand up for yourself, he steps in to take over for you. Enough is enough!

When he sees you taking on the work of someone else yet again, he decides to step in

He takes you away from the situation, making up some excuse about needing your help with something before he drags you to his hut by your hand

You protest against him at first, but when he didn't budge at all, you knew to just accept your fate. After all, Tighnari can be quite stubborn if he wants to be..

As you arrive, he instructs you to sit down on the bed, which you oblige to while he goes and makes you a quick snack, since he noticed you haven't really eaten anything all day. You had even skipped his top tier breakfast..

He literally watches you like a hawk, making sure that you eat at least half of the food he made before he tells you to lie down and relax

You try and protest again, but he's firm in his resolve

With a sigh, you comply. And as soon as your head hits the pillow, you notice just how exhausted and drained you truly feel..

Tighnari looks at you with an expression akin to "I knew it". He lied down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he just held you like this..

"You don't always have to make everyone around you happy. You need to think about yourself and your own well being from time to time as well. You need breaks, just like everyone else needs them. Rest for now, my flower. I'll watch over you.."

Cyno

Cyno's an interesting case...

He wouldn't notice that behaviour in you at all at first. And once he does, he admires it first and foremost..

People were always afraid of him... they were when he was younger still.. and they are now, thanks to his status as General Mahamatra..

He finds it fascinating that people come to you to ask for your help constantly.. he can't even imagine what that would be like for him.. there would definitely be some underlying jealousy from him at the start

But.. overtime.. as the people ask more and more of you and you growing more and more stressed and tired trying to do all of them justice, did he finally see the downside to that kind of life..

Especially when it's affecting such a kindhearted soul like you, who can never turn anyone down for anything

after reaching that point, he starts to keep an eye out for you, making sure that you're not overworking yourself too much. But he wouldn't step in just yet, believing that you'd know your limits yourself

So, he just watches, as people come running to you again and again, asking you to fulfill simple tasks for them that they could have easily done themselves

it's not until much later does he realize that these people are only exploiting you and your kindness. To be fair, he only knows the extreme examples of such behaviour, so he didn't immediately recognise it with such "small" acts

but as time goes on, as he sees just how tired and exhausted you get, he starts to get worried himself

he's constantly asking himself why you wouldn't just turn those people down. He really doesn't understand it

But what he does understand is that you need a break. Urgently.

so without waiting any further, he goes into action. Cyno knows your usual schedule like the back of his hand so he knows that he has some time on hand

he goes to the market and buys all the ingredients for your favourite meal, which he promptly cooks you for dinner. After you've come home and eaten the food, he insists you take a nice, relaxing bath

after that, he gives you a nice and long massage, relaxing all your muscles perfectly. And once that is over, he cuddles you for the rest of the night until you both fall asleep

He's seen how hard you were working these last few days, so he wants you to know that he appreciates you and that he wants to help you unwind from time to time

"I've seen how these people treat you... you and the kindness you show them. Remember that it's okay to say No to them every now and then. You don't and can't always be responsible for everyone. You need to look out for yourself more. But for now, relax, my Lotus. Relax and let me take care of you for tonight."

Alhaitham

At some point, you became the unofficial librarian of the house of Daena

Not because you wanted to or applied for the job.. you just spent a lot of time in the library so you know where most of the books are. And people come to you when they need help with literally anything, because you never refuse to help anyone

At first you were happy to be able to help out a few struggling students, glad you were able to guide them in the right direction

But soon, word spread around and people came flooding you every tile they spotted you within the house of Daena

What was once a nice interaction and an exchange of information soon became an overwhelming amount of people bombarding you with questions

And even though it became too much for you very quickly, you didn't have the heart, not the opportunity, to turn them down

Much to the displeasure of someone else, as well

Though your boyfriend loved the House of Daena and to spend time with you here, he didn't appreciate people flooding you like that, taking time away he would usually spend with you and just being generally very loud

And since he knew you would never turn anyone down, he had to do it for you. He did not care what people thought or said about him, his reputation already being not the best. But what's it to him?

And today especially.. people were just so damn pushy and demanding towards you. It didn't sit right with him..

He watched you for a bit as two students were heavily debating something with you, raising their voices slightly. He noticed you growing uncomfortable in the situation yet still not saying anything

Deciding that he had to step in at this point, he walked over to you and simply took your hand, pulling you along with him without uttering a word

The two students were yelling after you, but he didn't pay them any mind. You weren't protesting at all, simply following him along, because you already knew why he did that

After he turned a quiet corner within the Academiya, he turned around and pulled you into his arms, engulfing you in a comforting hug

"I told you so many times.. you need to learn how to turn people down. They'll walk all over you otherwise. Please don't take this the wrong way, I'm just concerned about you. ...How are you? Feeling better?"

Kaveh

Oh boy...

this is quite the difficult situation, because Kaveh is such a big people pleaser himself

You two are constantly looking out for the other, reminding them to take breaks and to take things easy

you are both great at giving actual good, helpful advise. But when it comes to following them yourselves.. both you and Kaveh need to hone that skill much more

you constantly keep an eye out for him, as he does for you. Kaveh knows the telltale signs when you get exhausted and he always tries to gently remove you from the situation to get you to lie down when he sees them... which works for the most part

but he's often away on trips for his work, so he's not constantly around you to keep you safe from your own self destructive behaviour

when that happens and he returns from a trip a few days later, he finds you utterly exhausted and tired, about to collapse while standing up

he quite literally forces you to sit down or lie down while he makes you some simple food, mostly soups and such

and every time, you promise each other to look out better and to take better care of yourselves... only for that promise to be broken a few days later, letting the cycle begin anew.

Kaveh knows that things can't keep on going like this, something has to change. Something has to change, right now!

So he sits you down for an honest talk where he plays with open cards, sharing all his doubts and worries with you

It's an emotional talk, many tears from both you and him flow, but in the end, you both agree that you can't keep going like this, unless you want to destroy yourself completely

it will take a lot of time and effort, but you're sure that you can do this. You can do anything with Kaveh and his support by your side to help you back on your feet when the world tries to push you down again

"I know how hard it is.. you want to he helpful, you feel like that's the only way you can accomplish something in this world. But overworking yourself is not the right way to do this. Listen to me and listen to yourself. You are also important. So please, start treating yourself that way."

Wanderer

Hates it. Absolutely hates it

But not for the reason you might think

well... At first, at least

you see.... his issue in the beginning is how much time it takes away from your shared time together

every time you're out with him, even just for a walk, people come up to you, either engaging in conversation or asking favours of you

at the start, he only scoffs and shoots nasty looks at those people, but he does not interrupt, since he doesn't want to come of as rude to possible friends of yours

but he's still annoyed beyond anything that your attention is taken away from him

after he gets over the inital feelings of annoyance and anger, he begins to notice a pattern every time people approach you with a request in mind

he begins to notice your little hesitance before accepting the request, notices how your shoulders slump just slightly after they walk away without even giving you proper thanks

so, he decides to observe further... and boy, does he not like what he sees

because the longer he watches this unfold, the more rage he feels building up inside him

why were those pesky humans always coming to you for such trivial things? And why aren't you turning them down? In fact, he hasn't seen you turn down a single person so far..

of course, as he keeps on observing you, he notices you growing more and more tired the longer this keeps going

until one day, he just has enough

it happened when you two were out for a nice stroll in the evening and someone was approaching you yet again

something in him just snapped when he saw that familiar expression in their face

he quite rudely and loudly just stated a firm "NO!", taking your hand in his and just pulling you along with him

you did not protest against this, partly because you were surprised and a bit shocked by his strong reaction

he took you out of the city, to an open field where he sat down with you, watching the stars up in the sky

he kept quiet for a long while, and you also kept quiet, not knowing how to best tackle this situation

but as it turns out, you didn't have to do that at all

"Idiot... going around and letting yourself get expoited like that. What would you do if I weren't here to look out for you, huh? Just... be more careful. You don't always have to agree to anything, you can just say No to them. It's not that hard... But if you can't do that.. let me know. I'll do it for you."

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sparkle-fiend · 1 year

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Fruity Four Advent Calendar, Day 21: “Midwinter Night”

When they come across the tree in Walmart, Eddie practically starts to vibrate with excitement. "We gotta get it, Steve, please. Please, please, please. I need that tree."

They're shopping for decorations for their first ever apartment together, and they do need a tree, but... "Why that one?" It's obviously artificial, 7 ft tall and solid white.

"We never had space for a real tree, so Wayne got a little plastic one that fit on the coffee table. It looked just like this one." Eddie waves his hand at the tree in question, like a magician showing off a trick. "I loved that thing."

Looking at his boyfriend's bright, hopeful face, Steve easily concedes.

They add some ornaments, a string of rainbow-colored lights, and a tinsel star to complete the recreation of Eddie's childhood tree.

Once it’s all set up, they stand back and admire the way the lights shine pink, blue, yellow, and green against the white branches. It does look pretty; plus, Steve’s father would hate it - which adds to the appeal.

(Sometimes the flash of colored light makes his heart race, bringing to mind the memory of a charging demogorgon, or the burst of fireworks against melted flesh in the atrium of Starcourt mall - but Steve ignores it. It'll be fine.)

It is fine... until it's not.

***

Steve comes home, tired and feeling the start of a migraine. He heads through the living room toward the kitchen, intending to grab some water and a Tylenol - when the upstairs neighbor cuts on a vacuum. The muted roar doesn't sound much like a demogorgon, but with the Christmas lights twinkling nearby it's enough to trip something in Steve's weary brain.

He's not in their apartment anymore. He's in the dimly lit hallway of the Byers' house, the smell of gasoline burning in his nose. The lights are flashing, which means the monster is coming - but he doesn't have his bat. He fumbles around the coffee table, searching... it was just here a minute ago, right? His heart is pounding like a drum, pulse rushing loud enough to muffle the voice calling his name.

"Steve? Steve?!"

He can't tell if it's Nancy or Jonathan, but they sound frightened. "Hold on Nance!"

Warm hands grip him by the shoulders. "STEVE!!"

If he doesn't find that bat they're going to die, and it'll be his fault... all his fault...

"Please baby, come back to me. It's okay - you're okay."

It's not Nancy or Jonathan. Not Robin or Dustin or Erica calling his name.

It's Eddie leaning over him, dark curls falling like a curtain over Steve's face. His cheek is smudged, and for a second Steve thinks it's blood. They're back in the Upside Down and Eddie is bleeding out under his hands...

"Steve," Eddie says softly. He's warm and healthy, wounds sealed into scars; and the smudge on his cheek is just sauce.

Because he was in the kitchen cooking dinner. Steve can smell it now, sausage and tomato and garlic.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Eddie asks gently.

Steve tries to explain without mentioning the lights, but Eddie knows him too well. He asks just the right questions to work it all out, and the look of guilt that crosses his face hurts worse than a blow to the head.

Eddie gets up and goes to the tree, yanking the plug from the wall and plunging the room into gloomy darkness. "Ed, you don't have to do that..."

"I do Steve, I absolutely do.”

Steve sighs. It's the night of the winter solstice - the longest, darkest night of the year. It'll be even darker with the tree stripped of lights. "At least wait until tomorrow."

Eddie pauses his task of carefully unwinding the light strands from the tree without disturbing the ornaments. "Come here." He tugs Steve off the floor and maneuvers him onto the sofa.

"Lay down for a minute, okay? I got this." He fetches a cool cloth and a glass of water, along with the Tylenol Steve originally meant to find.

"What about dinner?"

"It's done. I'll just pop it in the fridge, and we can eat when you're feeling better."

Steve wants to protest, but the pain in his temples has escalated to a blinding pitch. He agrees to close his eyes for just a minute - drifting off to the sound of Eddie humming softly in the background.

He wakes to the same sound and assumes that only a few minutes have passed; until he sees the clock. "Two hours? Shit, you shouldn't have let me sleep so long!"

Eddie shrugs. "You needed it. Besides, I had to run an errand."

He leans behind the tree and plugs a cord into the outlet, filling the room with a soft yellow glow. Apparently, Eddie had replaced the lights while he slept. Clear, simple bulbs - no frills or flashing patterns. "Are these okay? Be honest."

Steve nods. It's not as pretty as it was before, but it's comforting; like the lamp he used to keep by his bed.

Eddie reheats dinner and they eat it straight from the pot, so there won't be more dishes to worry over. The plan was to watch a movie, but Steve is still exhausted even after his nap - worn out by the headache and the panic attack; so they just cuddle together in front of the tree.

Curled against Eddie, head resting easy on his boyfriend’s shoulder, Steve says, “I'm sorry about the tree. It doesn't look like the one you had growing up anymore."

Eddie puts an arm around him and squeezes. "I like this better. We're making a new tradition."

#strangerthingsfestivefun #steddie #my art #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington/eddie munson #st fanart #fic drabble #my writing

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tosuckmyweenis · 11 months

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Just wanted to share a thought but infinite darkness older Leon is 100% the kind of man to buy his girl those vibrating panties as a “romantic” gift and also take full advantage of the fact that he has the remote for it and abuse his power

That is all

Anytime!! Anywhere!!! Absolutely!!

I tried to write a full fic, but I had a few ideas and couldn't decide; the worms aren't worming yet, so enjoy these bits and bobs for now Anon 💕

It's in a slightly weird formatting, but I hope it doesn't bother too much. I'm kind of on the fence about these because i read them over too much but fuck it we ball.

In public while doing mundane tasks?!

The only day Leon is home is, of course, the day you chose to get all your errands done; he only tags along once he convinces you that today would be the perfect day to test out that little gift he got you, wagging the remote in one hand and the black lace in the other. After all, he sounded so convincing, and with that smirk plastered on his perfect face, you weren't going to say no.

Starting off with just the lowest setting on the way to the first store with the reassurance that he'd be on his best behaviour.

Staying close behind you, staring shamelessly at your ass while you're pushing the cart in some grocery store, making your way through the isles trying to grab the box of cereal you needed off the top shelf, he refuses to help.

Waiting until you're on your tippy toes before cranking the power up to max. He loves how your body jerks in shock at the sudden intensity and clamping your hand over your mouth and the inside of your cheek to stop a moan from slipping out. Then, he takes the opportunity to press himself against you to grab the item before leaning down and whispering into your ear.

"Careful, Sweetheart, You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?" Finally lowering it once he tosses the box in the cart, continuing to do the same thing for every item you reach for over and over, never letting you cum though

"Why should I risk letting other people see your pretty face? It's meant for my eyes alone. Although, you'd probably like that, wouldn't you?"

Finally, getting everything you need and checking out, loading everything into the back of the jeep.

He'd just hand you a bag, and when you bend over to put it away, smack your ass, and when you turn to yell at him, he's just leaning on the side, holding the remote and turning it up with a shit-eating grin.

"Leon, please," shamelessly begging him at this point, your legs finally giving out.

"Sorry, what was that? Please, what?"

"Please let me cum, s'too much; I need to"

"Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you what you want."

Deciding to go early in the morning before rush hour was the smartest decision you made that day.

At home while you do chores?!

Doing chores was at the bottom of your list of things you wanted to do today, but things needed to get done, and you refused to ask Leon for help; the poor man works enough as it is and deserves to relax a little.

You were grumbling about it until he brought up a little positive reinforcement, which is how you ended up with a death grip on the edge of the kitchen sink.

You lost count of just how many times you came so far, panting like you just ran a mile, legs trembling, barely able to hold weight anymore.

Staring at the back of his head while watching a movie, his arm lazily tossed over the back of the couch, his thumb mindlessly moving the controls around in no particular rhythm, periodically stopping to give you a break before resuming.

"I don't hear any dishes being washed."

Rinse and repeat until you're just a crying, overstimulated mess.

#leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #slight mean leon #anon asks #TSMW #leon x y/n #leon x reader

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 3 months

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Some Navia forcing someone she cares for to bed mayhaps?

(Genshin Impact) Navia, Furina and Lynette making their S/O rest

I feel like the last thing you want to do is test the patience of the woman who owns an umbrella-shotgun. Also bonus Furina and Lynette bc I want to write them!

Navia admires and respects anyone who goes above and beyond what they're expected to do for work.

But when it starts affecting their health? That's where she draws a line.

Working hard is one thing, but working yourself to death is a no go!

And when she learns that her S/O is forgoing their sleep in order to get some of their paperwork done-

Navia almost burst their door down, though it was not intentional.

(Navia) "S/O! I need you downstairs in the kitchen!"

(S/O) "Huh? What's wrong?"

(Navia) "I baked too many sweets and need someone to help me get eat them!"

(S/O) "You can go ahead and bring it up to me, I need to finish this work-"

Navia grabs both their hands and gives them the best sympathetic look her beautiful blue eyes could muster. (which was very easy to do)

(Navia) "Please, S/O?"

S/O is unable to say no, sighing and getting up from the chair.

Without missing a beat, Navia immediately sweeps them off their feet and smiles.

(Navia) "Now, you are going to take a break, and you will like it, S/O!"

(S/O) "N-Navia! I can walk you know-"

(Navia) "True, but I think you can indulge me by allowing yourself to be carried!"

Navia's hold on them tightened just a little as she playfully kissed them on the nose, making them laugh.

(S/O) "Alright, alright. Just put me down before you drop me down the stairs."

(Navia) "But I would never!"

(S/O) "If your hat or skirt flew up, you would.-"

Navia pouted and turned her head away, acting offended.

Though, there was a bit of truth in that statement.

(Furina) "Oh, S/O!~ I'm respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as your lover by coming in anyway!"

Furina dramatically swings the door wide open, scaring the absolute daylights out of her S/O.

The pen in their hand almost flew off as she walked up to them.

(S/O) "HOLY-Ugh, Furina, don't scare me like that!"

(Furina) "Your presence is required, dear S/O! Do tear thine eyes off your papers for a moment!"

S/O raised an eyebrow at her theatrics. She normally wasn't this dramatic unless she was up to something.

...Well, more dramatic than normal anyway.

(S/O) "What is it? This is important."

Furina gasped dramatically.

(Furina) "Is your signature more important than my needs?"

(S/O) "That depends, you still haven't told me-"

(Furina) "You are required to take me out to dinner tonight!"

(S/O) "..."

S/O slowly turned back to their desk before she pouted adorably and wrapped her arms around their side.

(Furina) "Please, S/O! I am starving, and have gone this entire day without a single morsel!"

(S/O) "Then what was that entire bag of macarons?-"

(Furina) "Those do not count!"

Her stomach suddenly growled, catching the both of them off guard. S/O immediately turned to Furina.

(S/O) "Wait, you were serious?"

(Furina) "When am I not?"

Not bothering to answer that, S/O instead chuckled and put down their pen.

(S/O) "Alright, let's go out to eat tonight."

(Furina) "Fantastic! Upon our return, I have many more tasks for you to do, so forget about your work for tonight!"

(S/O) "Huh? But..." sigh "Alright, you win."

Honestly, Furina debated whether or not to tell S/O directly to take a break.

But this option was a lot more fun.

Besides being a magic assistant to Lyney, her other tasks required quite the concentration.

So on her days off, she made it a non-negotiable rule to allow herself to rest.

She did not like having to exert more energy than what was required for the given task.

And when Lynette saw S/O expending a bit more than necessary for their job, she at first didn't say anything.

Until Lynette saw that their efforts were causing them to be exhausted.

Direct intervention is necessary.

(Lynette) "S/O, come here a second."

S/O's head perked up at her request and quickly put down their work.

(S/O) "What's up, Lynette?"

Lynette motioned for them to sit next to her, which they did so without much hesitation.

Lynette then offered them a cup of tea, pouring S/O a small amount as she did the same for herself.

(Lynette) "You've been at that for a while. I think it's time you relaxed."

(S/O) "A-Ah, I suppose it has been a couple of hours."

(Lynette) "Six hours-."

(S/O) "Six hours?!"

S/O almost dropped their mug before stabilizing themselves.

Lynette's ears drooped as her tail stopped swishing idly, looking sad all of a sudden.

(Lynette) "You...haven't been paying attention to me lately."

S/O looked panicked and was about to begin apologizing before her tail gently brushed against their face, catching them off guard.

Lynette's face suddenly shifted again, though this time her lips subtly formed a smirk as her ears went back to normal.

(Lynette) "Just kidding. I just wanted to see your reaction."

S/O pouted at their teasing, which almost got her to giggle. Instead, she simply sat closer to them, enjoying her tea and thankfully not burning her sensitive tongue.

(Lynette) "But I do want you to relax. Can't get work done if you pass out."

(S/O) "Hah, fair enough."

The two enjoyed their silence together, the sound of silence occasionally broken up by their sips of nicely brewed tea.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #lynette x reader #furina x reader #navia x reader #navia x y/n #navia x you #navia genshin impact #furina x you #furina x y/n #furina genshin #lynette x y/n #lynette x you #lynette genshin impact

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 4 months

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One-sentence concept: You’re very pretty like your dad!

Your third pregnancy was proving to be the toughest out of all them. You were constantly uncomfortable and baby boy was so active, you were hardly getting any sleep every night.

Up until now, Jack's schedule had been crazy busy, traveling across the country for performances and appearances, but when he noticed how taxed you were taking care of the girls while in your second trimester, he scaled back and took some time to be home.

You'd been tossing and turning all night, and had finally drifted off to sleep when you heard the girls run into your bedroom, jumping on the bed.

"Good Morning, Mama!" You smiled, your eyes still closed, at Aaliyah's lisp as she wrapped you in a hug. "Careful of the baby, Liyah", you shielded your belly as she settled in the bed next to you. Jack was trailing behind the girls with breakfast from one of your favorite Louisville spots. "Sorry, I tried to get them to be quiet, but they're so fast."

"Its fine. Thank you." Jack gave you a quick kiss as he handed you your food. You sat up in bed, wasting no time digging into your pancakes and bacon. "Just give me a second to eat and then I'll get the girls dressed for the day." Your mind was already racing with all of the errands you needed to get done today.

"I was thinking we'd switch things up today. I booked you a massage and spa day." Jack wanted you to have a day totally dedicated to relaxing. "That's sweet babe, but I planned on taking the girls to get their Christmas gifts. Their excited to pick out gifts for Nana and Poppa." You took a deep breath as your rubbed your belly.

"I'm gonna take care of everything you needed to get done today." Jack took your phone and went to your notes app where he knew you kept your to-do list, his eyes growing wide as he scrolled. "Wow. Why do you need to go the hardware store?" He scrunched his brow in confusion. "Oh, we need lightbulbs for the kitchen." You answered with a full mouth.

"You know we can hire someone to help around the house." Jack chuckled, "I don't want my pregnant wife changing any lightbulbs." He stood and helped you up just as you were taking your last bite. "I just want you to relax. From now on, your only task is to focus on growing our baby, okay?" His hand found your stomach as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

While you were spending the day in complete relaxation, being waited on hand and foot in a fluffy white robe, Jack was trying his best to get everything done on your to-do list. The morning went pretty smoothly and he was able to get a lot done, but by the time lunch rolled around, he was ready for a nap and the girls were just getting started.

"Daddy! Can we play dress up?" Aaliyah jumped up and down in front of an exhausted Jack, her face covered in chocolate that he bribed her with if she behaved. Not his finest moment, but you didn't need to know. "How about we take a nap first?" He yawned, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"We don't take naps anymore." Brooklyn chimed in. "Since when?"

"Since I turned five. I don't think Aaliyah has ever taken a nap." Brooklyn looked at her sister who was bouncing off the walls. "Yeah! I hate naps!" She jumped all over Jack. "Daddy, please! Can we play dress up?"

"Yes, but just for a few minutes, and then we're having quiet time." The girls eagerly agreed, dragging Jack to their playroom. He laid on the rug in the middle of the room as the girls started pulling out their costumes, and before he knew it, he was dead asleep.

"Jack. Jack. Jackman." Jack's eyes fluttered open to the sound of your voice. You were standing over him, a small bag from Sephora in your hands, your cute belly poking out under your sweater. "Hey baby", he sleepily smiled at you, "did you have a good time at the spa?"

"I did, but it looks like I missed the true beauty experience here." He narrowed his eyes at you, not understanding, so you motioned over your lips, making him brush the palm of his hand over his mouth, a red substance visible. Jack sat up quickly, a plastic crown falling off of his head. "What did you girls do?"

"We made you pretty, Daddy!" You stifled a laugh as you handed him your phone with the camera open. "What the fu-", you stopped Jack before he could swear in front of the girls. "Jack, breathe. Its washable." He took a minute to examine the full face of makeup the girls had put on him while he was sleeping, complete with purple eyeshadow, bright pink blush and deep red lipstick. "What do you think, Daddy?" He looked over at Aaliyah, who had wide eyes, so proud of her makeup job.

"It looks great, baby. Thank you." He wrapped her in a big hug, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Brooklyn turned to you. "Mama, what do you think of my makeup?" She curled up against your bump, looking up at you.

"You look beautiful, B. You're very pretty...like your dad." You couldn't hide your giggles as you looked at Jack, who gave you a playful scowl. "C'mon daddy, lets get you cleaned up."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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waughymommy · 1 month

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OK sissies it's time to take your medicine, don't worry I can help you through this procedure if you are nervous, as there is really nothing to be scared about. Everyone has to try it at least once in a while and statistically speaking you will have already tasted cum at some point in your life, you just haven't been aware of it yet. Like previously I will split it up into 3 separate classes of comfort but in time if you go back to redo this task in time I do expect you to eventually move up from doing the easier tasks to doing the more daring ones.

The first stage for those of you out there who are nervous about trying it, I need you to do a few things In preparation for the task. I need you to go and get a bottle of some pineapple juice and drink half of it about 4-5 hours before completing the task I have for you to do, as the pineapple juice will make your seman taste a little sweeter. Dont forget to save a glass of it for when I say you need it. Now when the 4-5 hours are up, I want you to find a nice quiet relaxing room to sit back in comfort where you will be undisturbed by anybody so that you can carry out the task on your own so you feel safe and not judged on what you will be doing. I then would like for you to take a condom (preferably a flavoured condoms if you can get one) and place it over your clitty so that it can collect all of your sissy cummies when it's time to produce them. They I want you to pleasure yourself and spill your seeds into the condom, you can pleasure yourself to whatever you choose as long as it arouses you the most so you can produce your yummy cummies. Once you have finished I would like you to remove the condom being extra careful not to drop any cummies and then wait 5 or 10 minutes for the post nut clarify to fade away and it is time. I then want you to pour some of the pineapple juice into the condom to fill it up about half way, this is done to help dilute the cummies and allow you to be easily able to drink it down. Then it's just as easy as tilting your head back closing your eyes and quickly pouring it into your mouth and down the back of your throat. It really is as simple as that, no one but you will know that you have done it and you will be so proud that you have finally gotten over the fear of eating your own cum. Not only that but you will have made me proud of you also for facing your fears and realising that there is nothing to be afraid of.

The second tier will be a bit more challenging, for this task you going to need a condom, a dildo, a traffic warden and a pogo stick, I'm just fucking with you, no that's tomorrow 😉. No for this task you will just need to cum in a condom and drink it out in public, now you can either drink it straight out of the condom or you can secretly pour the condom into a cup of your chosen beverage and drink it out whilst out amongst the public. The difficult bit however is you have to be out drinking it with someone you know, who isn't aware of what you are doing. Good luck 😘

The third tier is the most challenging you have to go out with a person of your choosing and give them a blowjob in a public restroom have them cum all over you. You are then to scoop it off of your face and eat it, but if any lands in your hair or goes on your clothes you have to leave it on them without washing it off until you get home after remaining out in public for at least another hour.

I hope you enjoy carrying out these tasks and remember you can always reach out to me with any ideas or concerns you have, And If You're Very Serious About Having Me as Your Mistress/Mommy, MESSAGE ME SO WE CAN GET STARTED BABY 😘😘😘😘😘💦🍼💗❣️❣️🥰

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maple-seed · 6 months

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Thrown - Chapter 41: Eating Crow

Summary: Loki must face his past actions.

Word Count: 2,150

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Loki woke the following morning and took a moment to confirm that this was not, in fact, yet another dream. He was in your bed. You were there with him, your back against his chest, with his arms around you. This was real. He carefully lifted his head to look at you. You were still sleeping. He closed his eyes again, to focus on the sound of your breathing, to better feel you close. A part of him still didn't believe his hands were on you, but you were warm and solid beneath his touch. He was determined to stay this way for as long as possible, but it was only a few minutes before you stirred. You moved gingerly as you reached to check your phone, likely believing Loki to still be asleep. He watched you quietly until you moved to leave the bed, at which point he quickly pulled you back to him, eliciting a surprised squeak from you.

"Where do you think you're going?" He mumbled against your ear. Your sleepy laugh was his favorite he'd heard so far. "I need to feed the animals." Despite this, you still settled back against him, placing your hands on top of his. "Breidr is fat. He can wait." "Breidr is not fat." "He weighs a thousand pounds at least." "He's a horse!" "Darling, you shouldn't make excuses for him."

You rolled over in his arms, turning to face him. When your eyes met it gave the both of you pause. A moment was shared with the two of you merely absorbing the presence of the other.

"Good morning." You said softly, a smile bending one corner of your mouth. He returned the smile. "Good morning." You rested your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around him. "As nice as this is, we can't stay in bed all day." "Nonsense. I'm confident we are more than capable of doing so. It really takes very little effort." You chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Thor today?"

Loki stiffened. Thor. Loki had forgotten about his brother. He would have to tell Thor about you. About this. You must have noticed his tension, you looked up at him with concern. "What's wrong?" He shook his head. "It's nothing. I just... I just realized I haven't seen Thor since yesterday, and there have been... significant developments in that time. I imagine that he'll have thoughts to share on the matter." You were quiet for a moment. "You... you don't have to tell anyone, if you don't want to." He looked down at your creased brow and laughed as he pressed a kiss to it. "My dear little bird. I wouldn't dream of keeping you a secret. You're lucky I haven't announced it in the streets." You breathed a laugh and he felt you relax against him again. "No," he continued, "the trouble is in some things I have said in the past. I held certain opinions about Midgard... and its inhabitants." He grimaced. "I don't expect Thor to have forgotten." There was a quiet moment while you processed what he said. Then he felt you shake into a silent laughter that quickly grew until you were nearly hysterical, gripping his shirt. He looked down at you with a playful frown. "I think this is a bit much." "Please." You wheezed. "Please. I want to be there." He rolled his eyes. "Absolutely not." "Please!" "No." Your laughter subsided and you brought yourself under control, then stretched to kiss his chin. "You're no fun." "I'm sure you'll hear enough later." He traced a finger down your cheek. "Now kiss me properly and I'll let you out of bed." And so you did.

This was not the first time Loki had helped you with your morning chores. He had done this a dozen times, following you out to the stable and helping you distribute feed. This morning it was a little more magical. As the two of you went about these mundane tasks there would be a lingering glance, a brush of the hand. He had never been so delighted by menial labor. You offered your hand as you began your walk back inside. He laced his fingers with yours.

"Perhaps I should wait to tell Thor." He mused as he walked. "Until the right moment comes along." You nodded. "Yeah, the right moment. What do you think that looks like?" He worried his lip. "I'm not sure. That's the trouble I suppose."

Loki tried to put the thought of his brother out of his mind. He enjoyed the peace of breakfast with you, insulated here in your cottage. When the meal was over he brought the dishes to the sink and began washing them.

You came to stand beside him and leaned against the counter with a smirk. "You're stalling." He offered a confused expression. "Stalling? Why would you say that?" "You never wash the dishes." He scoffed. "That's not true." You nudged him out of the way and picked up the plate he was rinsing. "I think you should probably just get it over with." He sighed and dried his hands. "I suppose you're right." "It might not be as bad as you think." "Ha. Thor's propensity for gloating is beyond your imagination." "Oh, I can imagine it." You looked at him pointedly. "I've seen an Odinson gloat." "He is far worse, believe me. Likely because he is so rarely in the right." You laughed and put the plate away, then turned leaned against him, placing your hands on his shoulders. "Go. Or I'll text Val and send her over there to film it." "You are a cruel one." He failed to fight back a smile as his arms encircled your waist. "I know, I'm merciless." You placed a victorious peck on his cheek.

You were right, he decided, it was better to make time with Thor before the day's work began. You walked him to the door and wished him luck, with only a moderate smirk, and he set off down the road to New Asgard. On the walk he ran through the potential conversation over and over again. He tried to find the best possible way to put it. He eventually decided to simply be direct.

When he arrived home he found Thor at the kitchen table, reviewing documents. He didn't look up as Loki entered. "Good morning, Loki." "Thor, I must tell you something." He looked up, and upon seeing his brother's serious expression he set the papers aside. "Yes?" Loki took a breath, then straightened. "I have developed affections for the mortal." Thor didn't respond, he looked as if he were waiting for something more, so Loki clarified, "Romantic affections." Thor sat waiting a moment more, then raised his brows. "Is that all?" Loki frowned. "What do you mean, 'is that all?'" Thor shrugged. "I knew this already." He gaped for a moment. "I- You know already?" Thor nodded. "Yes, for some time. It's been clear for months now." "That's not-" Loki shifted, crossing and uncrossing his arms. "I just don't see how." "I don't know what to say, Loki." Loki gave Thor a stern look. "You've truly known my feelings for months?" Thor shrugged with an apologetic smile. "Your demeanor gave it all away, I'm afraid." Loki scowled at the table, then looked to Thor again. "Does the Valkyrie know?" He gave Loki a pitying look. "Brother. You walked through a blizzard." "That was a perfectly reasonable course of action." "It really wasn't."

There was a pause as Loki stood mulling this over with irritation. Thor gave him the space to think, then cautiously looked up at his brother again. "Your mortal, you know she feels the same way, yes?" That sent Loki reeling, he all but fell into the nearest chair. "How could you possibly know that!?" He shrugged again. "It is obvious." "Not to me." Loki muttered, picking at the wood grain of the table. "You truly didn't know?" "No! All of this was only expressed yesterday evening. I thought I would have to come here to make this, this," he gestured vaguely in the air, "revelation. Only to find that you were somehow privy to all of this before we were." He sighed.

Silence stretched for a moment.

Thor took a sip from his mug and leaned back. "Now that I think on it, I can see why you didn't know." Loki turned to Thor with the most sarcastic tone he could manage. "Oh, is that so?" Thor nodded. "The greatest tell, I think, was the way her eyes would light up when the both of us would greet her. It did not happen the same way when I met her alone. Naturally, you wouldn't be there to see the difference in your absence." Loki looked away with a smile. He was familiar with the light in your eyes. The thought that it shined for him brought him beyond words. "I suppose that makes sense."

Thor picked up his mug again. "It is something, though." Something about his brother's voice set Loki on edge. "Yes?" "Well," he took a sip, for effect, "I just don't see the point in being familiar with mortals." Loki sighed and closed his eyes. "They are such simple creatures...." Loki groaned. "Thor." "Dull, really." "Thor." "One might say it's akin to courting an ant." "Yes, yes. You've made your point."

Thor's smug grin faded to a warm smile. "I'm very happy for you, brother." Loki smiled, looking down at the table again. "I'm very happy, too."

Loki struggled through the day's work and meetings. His mind wandered back to what was waiting for him at your cottage. He and Thor were meant to have dinner with you, a plan made well before all of this came to light. He knew he would see you soon enough, but his hands itched to hold you again. When the evening finally came and he and Thor were walking down the road from New Asgard, his pace may have been slightly quicker than usual.

Loki had intended to restrain his affection in front of his brother, but when you greeted them at the door he immediately pulled you into a kiss. You seemed slightly surprised by his fervor but offered no complaints. When he finally stepped away Thor immediately swept in, lifting you off your feet with a hug and a spin.

"I have been honored to call you friend." He spoke jovially as he placed you back on the ground. "I am more pleased to call you sister."

The sentiment clearly touched you, you hid your face in the hug for a moment longer than necessary. You collected yourself and smiled, and that seemed to be all that needed to be addressed. The three of you took your seats at the kitchen table, as you always did, and the night proceeded as it usually would. A meal was shared, conversation was enjoyed, laughter was in no short supply. It felt like any other dinner, the only difference being that Loki knew your heart belonged to him.

When the evening came to an end you walked them to the door and Thor wrapped you in another hug before stepping outside. Loki stood with you and took you into his arms. You draped your arms around his neck as he drew you close. Suddenly every muscle in his body was telling him to stay. He fought back the suggestion.

Loki's nose brushed your cheek. "Shall I see you tomorrow?" You smiled. "I'll be here." His smiled matched yours, and this kiss that followed was sweet and lingering. He took one more moment to simply absorb your warmth, then finally found the resolve to step away and out the door.

Thor had already started down the road, Loki had to make a quick jog to catch up. Thor stopped and turned when he heard him approaching. "I had assumed you would be staying the night." "I stayed last night. I felt I should return home." Thor nodded. "Wise. She may grow tired of you." "You jest, but that is a concern." "I'm completely serious. It's a wonder she hasn't thrown you from her home already." Loki rolled his eyes, but a smile graced his face. Thor glanced sidelong at his brother. "Stark employs many experts in fields of science and math. I could ask them to calculate how much time one can tolerate in your presence." Loki narrowed his eyes. "I will take my chances." Thor chuckled.

At home, when faced with the solitude of his bedroom, Loki felt a slight twinge of regret. Your bed seemed much more appealing than his, now. He pushed it aside, staying would have been an overindulgence. As he lay in bed and waited for sleep, his thoughts returned to the light in your eyes. It shined for him.

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buckgasms · 1 year

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Hey love! So I’m thinking about Daddy!Bucky and how his princess would deal with him being away on a work trip, and what about when he comes home??

PLEASE feel free to make it as FILTHY as possible 😌

Hi my darling 😚 thank you for your message and your wonderful question 🩷

Well they would both be absolute miserable messes because they are both in denial about how co-dependent they are 🥲

I think there would be an enormous amount of things that would have to happen before Bucky even considers leaving his Princess for a few nights.

He'd make sure someone was there with you during the day to keep you company, probably Natasha or Wanda as you feel safer around them both alone and also they are badasses that adore you with all their hearts.

As he usually does, he leaves you a long list of tasks to complete in his absence and he expects you to take lots of pretty pictures to show him you've done them.

On the first day you send him pictures of the lovely food you eat, trying on dresses at a shop with Wanda and getting your nails done. It doesn't seem to bad, just like he's got a busy day of work and you are busy elsewhere. Wanda keeps you busy and has been given full use of the company card to spoil you as much as possible.

🎀

But by the time evening slips around and you are getting ready for bed you feel a terrible ache in your chest. You go into the bedroom and suddenly the bed looks absolutely enormous. You set up your laptop and video call Bucky.

"Hi Babygirl" he coos as you wave shyly at his picture, wishing more than ever you could bury your face in his hairy chest that you can see.

"Are you busy Daddy?" You pout a little and fiddle with your dress. He smiles softly and tells you about his day away from you. It all seems pointless and boring to you. No reason for him to be away from you for something like that. You chat to him for a long while, feeling both sated and aching for him all in one go.

"Pretty girl? You aren't dressed for bed... why don't you get undressed for me hmm? Show daddy what he's missing." You smile and flush at his growly voice, sliding off the bed and moving the laptop so he can watch you change.

You slip your dress off your shoulders and let it drop to the floor. As you watch him, you see his hand move and his cock fills the screen, his hand squeezing and stroking as you undress. You giggle at him as your bra comes undone and you skip your underwear down to the floor.

"Fuck baby... So pretty hmm?" He voice fills the room and makes you shiver with delight. He directs your movements, turning this way and that, coming closer, bending, touching. After only a short while you were both reaching a climax, enraptured by the image of the other.

You crawl into bed and drag the laptop over to look at him, feeling sad again. "I miss you Daddy.... Why aren't you here? Can't sleep without you..."

He sighs and gives you a gentle smile again, "I'm sorry baby, just close your eyes and I'll stay here until you fall asleep."

You mumble that you won't be able to but soon you're drifting off to sleep, knowing at least he's close by.

🎀

He's away for two more nights, and by the end of each day you are more pouty, mopey and sad than the last. By the end of the last day, you are actively welling up as you wait for him to answer the video call.

But he doesn't answer. You try again and nothing. You're mind races. What if he's hurt? Or if he forgot about you? Or he can't be bothered. You sob and try to find your phone, maybe you can reach him that way?

Great heavy sobs break your chest, you need Bucky. Not on a screen, not a voice in your ear. You need him holding you close, kissing you, touching you. You crawl up to the bed and collapse, like a Disney princess, sobbing into your pillow, body shuddering.

You feel the bed dip behind you and strong warm arms cover you. "It's ok baby girl. I'm here. Daddy's got you sweetheart." You roll over and gasp between sobs as Bucky's gentle, concerned face fills your vision. You collapse into another wave of emotion, wrapping your arms around his neck and breathing in his smell.

When your sobs calm down he moves you, laying you back on the pillow and hovering over you. He looks tired, his stubble grown but he's happy.

"You're.... You... You came back early?" You stuttered and he pressed a kiss to your wet cheek.

"Of course baby. I couldn't stand to be away from my Princess, and I get the feeling it might have been a little hard on you, by yourself." You shrug, pretending bit to know what he means, as your fingers trace over his face, following the line from his eyebrows, to his cheek, lips and chin.

"I think I was handling it...fine" you said and he chuckled. "Sure you were baby... You're such a good girl hmm?"

He leans forward and presses kisses to your cheek down to your neck. "But I missed my girl, so I need to have a taste... If that's ok with you?"

You let out a giggle as he tugs at your little outfit and removes it from you with the impatience of a man who has been starved for days. In moments you are both undressed, and he is lining up his cock at your entrance. "Always ready for me aren't you pretty baby?" He strains as he enters you in a quick, smooth thrust. You let out a long moan as your hands wrap around his body, keeping him close.

His kisses are urgent and desperate, matching your need for him. He moves back, pinning your hands above your head before increasing his pace and speed.

"Fuck princess, been using my fist these last few days just ain't cut it. Nothing on earth like this perfect cunt. Made for me weren't you sweetheart?" You can only whine and wail as he fills you up, using a free hand to rub your clit and drag you towards your peak. "Daddy.... Daddy mmm'gonna..." You pant and beg as your walls flutter around him.

"It's ok baby, you can come now. My needy little slut, come for me. Got plenty more for you. Gonna fuck you all night..." He growls and leans down, biting your lips before kissing you hard. One final deep thrust has your orgasm ripping through you, walls fluttering and squeezing you him like a vice. He groans a long deep sound as he fills you up and sinks his body down to trap yours.

"God I missed you Princess" he moans against your skin as you giggle and wrap your arms around him again.

"Missed you too Daddy..."

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obeyme-lost-thought · 10 months

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Mc × everyone: Their true aspect

We are a sheep, that cannon.

Now, let's think that we are a sheep because in the Devildom our human body needed time to adapt, a time more long than a year. So the brothers and others never have seen us as a human. Until..

(This story is set between 1 and 2 season of the original game)

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It was a normal day. Some work needed to be done in the Human World. Tha name of the city was pretty strange. From the moment Lucifer saw it, he had this thing in his head; it's not the first time he read it. But he didn't give a lot of importance to this sensation.

So, him, his brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos went in the Human World. Honestly, all them had to do different works, that why they choose to go together. In the program, at the end, there will be a dinner in a restaurant with Solomon. When he found their trip, he asked a 100 time for this dinner. Nobody known why, but they accepted.

So, coming back in the present, everyone is going for their way.

As the first of the four groups go on, Mammon and Levi feel a very strange thing. While they were walking, some people passed by their side. That seemed normal, except for the fact that their demon instinct were screaming! Looking everywhere, trying to understand what happened, no answers were found.

"Oi oi oi. I'm not crazy, right? Did you also feel it?"

"Yes, you moron. I feel it. I shouldn't had go out from my room. This things only happens to you normie!"

"What the heck connect don't watching anime with this thing!"

"I just know"

While the two fight over this strange experience, similar things happened to the others

Asmo and Satan had to meet a witch for get some information. Only problem was that they didn't know where the place they needed to go was. That why Satan was trying to understand a map that he found online. For an entire hour they went around all city looking for the meeting point. In the end, they found it. Now they are sitting in a cafe, waiting for the witch. Asmo notice a very pretty shop. It sell dresses that he already saw: they were what MC wear. A coincidence, sure. But his eyes were captured by the shop. Satan, in the meantime, was reading the menu. A lot of names were familiar, as if somebody always talked about them. After some thought, he remembered. MC talked of them, while they were watching a dramma set in a cafe. What a beautiful deja vo both brothers got

The twins needed to go a little more far that the others. On a little hill near the city, they spent the whole day collecting cursed objects left by occult fanatics during their rituals. They are very unlikely to succeed, and if for some reason they summon a demon, it is the least of their thoughts to clean up. Usually the task of collecting the important things is performed by low-level demons, but this time was one of the rare ones in which the ritual was performed correctly. This meant that the power of the items was high, and they had to take care of the collection. Now, with the sun slowly setting behind them, one of the twins has lost his gaze in the sky. The stars were slowly forming, thus remembering the evenings spent looking at the starry night at home. The sky of the human world, however, was different from that of the Devildom. He had seen it once, thanks to photos of the human he hated as much as he now loves. It was a series of printed photos, showing both the sky and the area where they were with some friends. An afternoon spent on Beel's bed, with Mc between them 2 who told him about the evenings eating pizza while looking at the sky. Strange though, was the extreme similarity between the photos and the place where they were. Still, it was late, so the ignored this feeling and started to go at the restaurant, even because Beel was hungry.

The three remaining, had just finished their work. They had stopped for a moment to record on the DDD how the match had gone; essentially a report. As they were doing this, a group stopped to watch them. Lucifer was convinced that it was because they were 3 hot guys, but overhearing their discussion he hears strange things.

"But is it them?" "From the photos in their room I think so" "I'm sure of black hair, I'm not sure about the other 2" "But in general, all the photos are strange. Just think of the pink and excessively curly hair they have. It's not their natural hair. And then the difference in height is more." "And the eyes? or the rest of them? If they hadn't told us it was them I would never have recognized them" "So, are they the guys in the photos or besides Mc are the others different too?"

Lucifer is about to go and ask what they want from them or why they called Mc name,but Barbatos reminds them that they have to go to the restaurant if they don't want to be late.

Then they start walking, but his thoughts were on the previous discussion and the description they had given of their "Mc". They were very similar to the human who lived with him for 1 year. Well, if human you can say. For the first few weeks, to prevent their body from deteriorating from the energy of the Devildom, the exchange student took on the appearance of a sheep. Only later, after they got used to it, did they look somewhere between sheep and human. A lower than normal height. Curly cotton-like hair of a strange pink hue. An inhuman skin color and other peculiarities in appearance. Eventually, though, everyone had gotten used to this particular human.

Arrived in front of the restaurant, waiting for them there was not only the magician, but also 2 angels that they knew. Ironically, they too had work to do here in the Human World, and when Solomon heard of it, he immediately invited them. Talking of this and that, slowly the groups arrived at their destination. They were all there now, or so they thought.

"Solomon, but when do we go in? I'm hungry"

"Sorry Beel, but you have to wait a little longer. The last guest is late"

"Sorry, but isn't it just us?" The older one asks in an annoyed tone.

"I have invited one last person. I think you will be pleased to meet them- Ah, there they are."he says, while pointing at a young person.

Walk slowly, almost embarrassed. They are dressed in a T-shirt and trousers that are somewhere between elegant and casual. Supernatural beings watch the human approaching in confusion. As soon as they are in front of them, one was the question that was spinning in their heads, but only one of them had the courage to ask it.

"Who are you?" Mammon say.

A light laugh comes from the unknown being, who looks first at Solomon and then at the others.

"I didn't say anything. You have to inform them of your identity."

Taking a deep breath, the stranger begins to answer the long-awaited question.

"You talk about being my first, and then you don't even recognize me?"

That voice that none of them could forget, responds to the many oddities that occurred during the day. The pacts that informed of their presence, the deja vu they had or the people who associated them with faces in photos. The first to throw himself on the former exchange student is Asmo, who begins to inspect them. Never, had they seen their original appearance. Luke can't help himself and hugs his friend. Mammon stammers trying to find an excuse not to have recognized them, without looking away. Every curve, every color is seen and imprinted in the memory of each of them. Lord Devil writes a note on the DDD to find a way to speed up the process of adapting the human body to the Devildom. All the laughter and surprised looks of the group are interrupted by a sound.

Grrrlll.

"I'm hungry"

"Hahaha. Yes, sorry Beel. Let's not wait any longer, let's go eat. Many times you have offered me lunch at Hell's kitchen, now it's my turn"

As everyone enters, one last feeling gets the answer for Lucifer. This is the city written in Mc's curriculum when he had to choose the exchange student. This is their home, or at least one of them.

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credince--writes · 11 months

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Establishment (Jitters Remastered)

Chapter 3 of the Jitters Remastered Book

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Summary:

Jitters is a PMC brought onto the support 141 operations, much to the distaste of the 141 group of PMC's. As she is brought to her new home with the 141, the tension can be cut with a knife. The question is, will she be able to grow roots here?

Today the 141 teams would be leaving after a mission well-done. Their success echoed around the base until the late hours of the morning. Creating shifts of soldiers to celebrate once again another green tick.

A job well done.

She sat on her cot, cradling her hand and wincing as she flexed her fingers. A dark purple bruise had cascaded the way across her knuckles and spread through her hand like gangrene eating her flesh.

A solid purple bruise had blossomed on her cheek, but other than that her face had been left unscathed.

Must've been because Miles could throw punches like a child.

Getting ready in the mornings had never been her favorite part of the day, quite frankly dreading them in their entirety. Her body ached, and she knew Price wanted to meet with her once more before he departed.

"And I'll watch you back."

His words bounced around the interior of her skull, mulling over his words. She spilled her guts, and gutted herself like a fish while the two men in the room gave her blank, stoic gazes.

It was unnerving, to say the least. It made her feel powerless, to the highest degree to have the worst failures of her life splayed across the table for someone to pick through and analyze.

Walking through the hallways passing other soldiers milling about to reach their tasks, she stood in front of the doorway to Gulch's office, where Pice was no doubt waiting for her inside. It made her stomach do flips, fighting with itself as she stared at the knob.

Reaching her hand out and pushing the door open she stepped in.

It was time to finalize her paperwork.

...

Signing papers with a fucked up hand was misery on its own degree. Not that they really needed her signature- all Price had to do was call Laswell, kick his feet in the air and ask 'Pretty please?'.

Not that he did that in front of her-

she just assumed he did that before she came in, of course.

Leaving the office and closing the door behind her, she was met face-to-chest with MacTavish's chest. Looking up she was met with an almost amused look. Before she could apologize, or do anything really he had lifted her hand to inspect the damage from her fight.

"You're a little ripper, arent ya'?" He asked, not expecting a response.

"uh." Was all she blurted out, not knowing how to respond.

"You're gonna break something throwin' punches like that, ya' know." He stated matter-of-factly.

"Yea." She agreed, looking down at her feet. He radiated something that made her shift her feet in discomfort, a distinct 'you don't belong around me' she supposed is what pushed off of him in waves

"Lost a pack of cigs, surprised the lot." He spoke again.

She looked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I bet against you."

"Oh."

"Beat the piss outta him, gave him a proper whopping."

"I guess." She mumbled.

"You getting reprimanded again this early in the morning?"

"...No." She paused, taking a moment to respond. Was she supposed to be? Did she mess up by saying no?

"Heard the medics talking saying you broke Miles's jaw."

She didn't respond.

"Just know what real fights don't work like that, little lass. If you'd been in real danger you'd be dead." And with his last words, he pushed in the door to the office and left her awkwardly standing there, not really knowing how to respond.

...

Packing, it was almost like she was leaving for college. All of her belongings fit into a duffel back, save for a separate backpack to hold electronics and her laptop. rather than trying to stuff an entire bedroom into the back of her car to then try and jenga into a dorm room.

She'd only even flown in a helicopter one other time, this one was bigger. Multiple people were in it with her, as they'd stop to refuel they would periodically drop someone off, until it was only her and the pilot sitting in the chopper together. She tried to keep quiet, the pillow didn't seem very talkative, shooting down any attempts she had made previously to drum up some small talk.

They didn't tell her where she was going, only that she would be meeting up with Captain Price at the new base she had been stationed at. It was strange, she had yet to get a call from Laswell, another summer camp speech.

Don't screw this up,

you'll regret it.

Somewhere within the course of traveling, she had begun to nod off, every once and a while opening her eyes to find themselves flying over unidentifiable landmarks. When she landed, she grabbed both of her bags and climbed out, making her way onto the tarmac trying to avoid the deafening sound of the blades beating the air into submission.

There weren't many places for her to go, a singular building- kind of similar to a government building but smaller. Minimal windows. Debating in her head what it looked like.

School? No. Not enough windows.

You know what. It looked like an auto shop.

The large hangar/garage is tacked onto the side of the building. That is what it looked like she decided. Walking up to it, awkwardly holding her two bags she looked back in an attempt to find the pilot to see where he went.

He was gone.

"Call me a Debbie downer but isn't it a liability to fuckin' leave someone stranded on a military base?" She grumbled under her breath.

The hangar door was wide open, opting to just brave it and step inside, she looked around and didn't see anyone- no movement for that matter.

"Hello?" She called out.

Some scuffling could be heard, as well as the sound of metal dropping on something. Two pairs of footsteps and two bodies emerged.

"Oi! Jitters!'

Gaz.

They were on the second story, up on a metal walkway that led to what she assumed to be a storage area. She gave an awkward nod and looked around.

"They kinda just ditched me, dude, I don't know where to go?" She calls up to him.

"The fuck are you doing here?" MacTavish asks. She couldn't read the tone of his voice- which worried her. She knew that he didn't like her- but was hoping for at least a semi-smooth transition.

"What's with all this bloody yelling?" She heard another voice chime in, this time from the ground floor.

Ghost.

He was still wearing basically the same thing she last saw him in, less for a vest- a lot of weapons and blood.

Jitters locked eyes with Ghost, not intentionally she'd internally defend herself. But once their eyes met she felt as if she couldn't look away. His eyes bore into her soul. Her feet felt like they were anchored to the floor below her.

"Fucking hell..." Ghost mumbles, walking away and disappearing into a hallway.

As if a trance was broken, she looked back up to Gaz and he gave her a shrug. "You looking for Cap?"

"Yea." She said.

"I'll show ya." He shot her a small smile before walking across a pathway, descending down a flight of stairs, and meeting up with her.

He lead her through the base, corner here, corner there, until he came up to a door. Knocking on it twice he nodded her in. She gave him a grateful smile and stepped in, smoke danced in the stagnant air of the office. Price sitting at his desk chair fingering through the paperwork. Manila folders with various stamps and stickers on them.

"Jitters." Price said, standing up and extending a hand. She took it, engaging in a short handshake. "Glad you made it."

"Yea. Thanks for having me."

"Remember, I'll have your back." He reminded her.

She nodded.

"We don't have a room yet that can be explicitly used for your office yet, but rest assured we will be working on it. We don't have any planned missions that will need your assistance for a week, maybe two. So it'll give you some time to settle in." He explains.

"Ok."

"You'll have your own room and bathroom."

Bathroom.

She perked up at that.

He must have noticed because the distinct sound of a chuckle rising out of his chest filled the room. "Thought you'd enjoy that bit."

"That's definitely a perk." She exhales.

"Perks of working with the best." He shrugged. "Alright, you'll need to get acquainted with the team- someone can show you your room and you can get settled.

She nods. "I uh- Gaz showed me, to here. I don't how to how get back." She tried to explain.

Price started laughing again. "'s Alright. I forget the labyrinth this place can be sometimes. I'll get one of the lads to show you around."

"Ok."

The two of them stood up, Jitters picking up both of her bags and the following Price out of the door. Almost as if it was pre-planned, MacTavish walked bast carrying a large duffel bag of something in his left hand.

"Soap." Price called out.

Mactavish stopped and looked at him "Yes Cap?"

"Do me a favor, show Jitters around n' show her to her new quarters."

"Aye, will do."

God, this place is so British it hurts.

Soap?

Why did he call him Soap?

Price had already closed the door to his office, and Jitters looked at MacTavish.

"Well are you gonna keep standing there?" He asked.

"Um, no, sorry- shit." She lifted her bags again and walked up to him, beginning to follow him as he navigated through the hallways.

"Your room is going to be in between Gaz and I's." He explains. "We normally keep a room in between us for privacy, but things don't always work out how we'd like." There was a twang in his voice, reinforcing that idea-

we don't want you here.

"Ok." She says, trying to keep up with him. "What're you carrying?" She eyes the bag again, the way it strains off of the straps makes her assume it has to be something heavy.

"Explosives." He states.

"Oh." She regrets that she even asked.

They continued to walk in silence for a bit.

"Why did Price call you Soap?" She asks.

"It's my callsign- nickname." He explains. "Same reason why you're called Jitters."

"So how'd you earn the name Soap?" She asked.

"Classified."

"Can't imagine it's as bad a Jitters." She laughs to herself- lightly. Trying to fill the awkward void.

"Here's your room." He stops, and throws his thumb back to the door next to him.

"Thanks." She looks at the door, then to him, then back at the door. "You get situated, I'll come back 'round dinner and take you to the mess."

"Ok. Thank you." She enters her new room and looks at the four walls and the doorway into the bathroom.

It wasn't a luxury hotel or anything, but it was better than previous stays she'd been in. Simple bed- twin size it seemed. Better than the cots she was sleeping on beforehand, cording stringing together a thick piece of canvas and suspending it onto a platform.

Like a really uncomfortable, scratchy trampoline.

Setting her two bags down she rested her hands on her hips and looked around.

Pillow.

Sheet.

Lamp.

Ok.... She could work with this.

With the large quantity of things she had she mused.

Opting to take a shower, and lay on her new bed, staring at the ceiling until Soap came to knock on her door.

She opened the door and gave him a courteous smile. "Hi Soap."

"Hi, Jitters." He replied in the same tone. "Let's head to the mess.

"So, dish soap? Or like Fabuloso?" She said, trying to break the silence as they walked.

"Don't know what Fabuloso is. Neither." He replied, keeping his pace ahead of her.

He didn't really respond, giving her a 'hm.' in response.

"You know, there was this guy at a mission I went on called bubbles. It was because he was always super snotty- but one day he was taking a nap and blew up the grossest snot bubble on his face. Dude was like a bubble machine-"

"Dear god, kid." He seethes, looking at her. "Try bein' quiet."

"Never thought I'd hear those words outta your mouth, Johnny."

Jitters quickly looked behind her to see Ghost walking up behind them. Soap groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with one hand. "I don't need shit from you now, too."

Jitters looked down at her feet and continued to follow the two the rest of the way to dinner.

She didn't know what she was really expecting for dinner- normally bases would have designated cooks, and they'd cook large quantity meals. Spaghetti with an essence of sauce, maybe some salad, weird shit with rice.

She wasn't really expecting a simple, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and chicken? She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten meat that was recognizable. It was surprisingly domestic- big, scary, military task force sitting at a table next to a pretty basic-looking kitchen.

The table was large enough to seat six, and it was serve-yourself.

Suppose it was just a perk of being some of the best of the best. She's sure they made up for it with grueling missions and limited rations.

Fuck she hated MREs.

It was almost comedic, how much food Soap piled onto his plate before he sat down and started going to town on it. She went through the line, grabbed a plate, and portioned out what she'd consider a normal amount of food, and a biscuit.

With a glass of water, a plate, and a fork she sat down and started eating. Trying to ignore the sounds of Soap devouring the food next to her. She noticed Ghost took his food, and left for somewhere- she assumed he would probably eat in his room. It seemed like it would be decently difficult to eat with a Halloween decoration stitched onto your face.

Gaz must've noticed her eyes lingering on the hallway Ghost left out of.

"It's normal, he's too good to eat with us." He joked.

She looked down at her food, nodded, and began to eat.

Price joined them a little while later, made his plate and joined the three of them at the table.

It was strangely peaceful in a way.

It made her realize yea, they were soldiers but they were only human.

"That all you're gonna eat?" Price asked her, sitting down with a decently sized plate himself.

"Yea..." She said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes.

"No wonder you got your ass thrown around in that fight, you eat like a little bird." Soap piped in.

"I won that fight." She said, taking a sip of water.

"Not well." Price responded.

oh.

She didn't know if she should be disgusted with how much Soap ate, or astonished because the man was already up and making a second plate.

"So, seems you're going to be a part of the team, we'll be doing training, basic sparring, the works- assuming your attending," Gaz spoke.

"Oh, I didn't-"

"Should probably learn how to throw a proper punch." Soap joked.

"Thought I did fine." Jitters mumbled.

"Definitely put the fear of god into that guy." Gaz agreed.

"It was a dirty schoolyard fight." Price piped in. "It only worked because he was 'bout as big as her."

"Let's throw 'er at Ghost." Soap laughed out.

"Yea, traumatize the poor child before she's been here for more than a week." Gaz sarcastically agreed. "You did fight pretty dirty." He pointed his fork at Jitters.

"Didn't know it was supposed to be a fair fight- didn't exactly want to do it ya' know."

"Fair fight or not, sometimes all that matters is you win." Price added.

"I bet ya' I could still mop tha' floor with ya-." Soap said.

"Ok? And? You're probably a hundred pounds more than me- you're what, at least six-one. That's like me going out and kicking kindergartners and going 'Yea! I could mop the floor with this whole lot'!" She added a (not very good) Scottish accent at the end for good measure.

The room was filled with laughter, and for a short bit, the feelings of loneliness faded away.

Maybe establishing here wouldn't be too hard.

#jitters au #cod mwii #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #gaz garrick #cod #simon riley x oc #John 'Soap' Mactavish x oc #Female OC #Simon Riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #task force 141 #kyle garrick #call of duty mw2 #gaz mw2

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jenthebug · 3 months

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Oh, *that's* why I'm on disability

Most days, from the start of the year until today, have been good days (minus a few for another cold >_<). I've been at my baseline fatigue level (4/10, avoiding high energy tasks, doing everything else tired), being productive around the house.

That, combined with my lack of income (still waiting on disability), made me think, well wtf, why don't I just go back to work if I'm doing so okay?

Then today happened. 6/10 fatigue all day (low energy tasks only, and only the necessary ones; cooking is hard, some foods may be hard to eat). Very little work got done. I've been brain foggy all day, forgetting my tea and my water and words.

Almost let the cat out. He was walking toward the back door like the dog does, so I said, "Soba, want out?" and reached for the door.

I wish you could have seen the look he gave me. If he could have said "Dafuq?" he totally would have.

So I actually had a conscious thought. Soba = inside cat. Do not let out. "OH! Sorry Soba, that's not what I meant to say." And then he went downstairs on his merry way.

But yeah! Today has been awful and unproductive and brain foggy! Good reminder that I'm actually where I need to be. But damn, I wish days like this didn't happen. (And also that I had an income. Come on money cat.)

#insertcaffeine disability #fatigue #brain fog

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justanamesstuff · 9 months

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What does matty do for his overworked/overwhelmed girlfriend? I’m DROWNING at work and literally have been working 14 hours a day all of July. I need delulu fuel to get me through

First, I'm SO SORRY this is happening love...and I want to kick your boss!! 🙃🙃

So, Matty...

Once you finally drag your tired self home successfully, you close the door with a big sound announcing your arrival.

"Y/n?" Matty asks from the kitchen.

You don't answer, you don't move; too tired to keep functioning like a normal human being. Feeling the familiar walls and the warm environment around, your body tries to gather enough force to walk upstairs...where your heavenly bed awaits. But life is unfair and your brain can't shut up. Some unfinished bits still waiting for you to finish.

"Baby?" Matty's face pops up in front of yours when you open your eyes. He knew you were going to be home late, he promised a lot of things, but the smell of your favourite dish coming from the other room told you he has done at least one for now. "Hello, baby." he takes your face between his calloused hands, pecking you slowly.

The lack of words or even sounds coming from your tired self make him stared at your face. 'My beautiful girl', he thinks.

"Couch." he simply says.

You blink multiple times trying to understand. "What?" your throat dry, you don't remember the last time you drank water.

"I said, couch." Matty repeats with patience.

"No, I have-"

"Your only task right now is lie on the sofa and eat the amazing food I have for you." he's not going to take a no for an answer.

"Matty..."

"Your boss can fu-"

You interrupt, laughing hysterically. "Shut up." your face falling forward on his chest.

"C'mon, couch."

****

Favourite tv show is on, dinner is finished and the rock star is washing the dishes. You would probably tease him under other circumstances.

Taking advantage he's not inside the room, still lying down, you reach for your phone checking your mails.

"No, missy." he clicks with his tongue, startling you.

"Just one minute."

"No."

Matty stands beside you, extending his hand with the palm up. "Give me that." Your instinct is to protect your phone against your chest.

"Baby." you try to fight.

"Give me your phone, Y/n."

You can't say no when he's looking down at you frowning.

"Fine."

"Thank you, my love." he says, leaving the phone beside the tv at the same time he turned both off.

You just stare at him moving around, feeling safe and protected. Matty never fails to show you how much he cares.

The singer turns around, coming closer again with only two big steps. You think he's going to tell you to go upstairs, but he surprises you.

Your entire body is suddenly in the air, being supported by his strong arms. Your arms around his shoulder, cackling into his neck, "Matty!"

"What?"

"Put me down."

"In a second, Y/n."

"You're going to drop me."

"Trust me, darlin'" he says, starting to walk upstairs. Your arms tense around his body. "Besides, I have to practise for our wedding night." making you laugh until your body reaches the first floor.

With gentle touches and sweet words, Matty helps you get ready for bed. You sigh, thinking the time to rest finally came, partially thanks to your wonderful boyfriend.

#SENDING YOU A BIG HUG ANON! YOU CAN GET THROUGH THISS!#concepts today

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missadmyre · 2 months

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LUSTROUS RED

With the world of yokai clashing in to Randy's work, it was no wonder that the First Ninja would assign him to disperse the evil operations being done on a famous red light district just near Norrisville. Will he be able to defeat the dangerous yokais swarming the district or will he question the past of First Ninja?

TW. Sexual harrassment, sexual assault, suggestive themes, shitty photo quality, swearing.

———

Puhh...

Puhpuhh...

Puh...

The sounds of fists hitting a makeshift dummy was heard throughout the garage, the rays of the sun slipping through the slits of the garage door, shining the teen who had sweat rolling down every part of his torso.

Randy punched the makeshift dummy again, testing his strength and stamina to better improve his performance. With Saturday rolling around the corner, he thought a good training in the morning would be a great idea.

With the last punch thrown out, he stopped and panted, sweat rolling down his forehead. He took a look at the discarded t-shirt on the bench near him, he touched his glistening torso and felt all his hardworked muscles bumping his palm.

He exhaled, "That... was good enough." He dragged his shirtless self to the bench and took a sip on his water bottle. While on the course of his action, he saw the Nomicon glowing brightly in the corner of his eye.

He took the bottle off his lips and grabbed the Nomicon, opening it as he was shloomped inside. The fall into the Nomicon wasn't surprising to Randy who had experienced it, he landed perfectly on the paper floor as the world began to shift.

He was suddenly in a forest carved in origami and ancient Japanese stage props, he marched forward to see if this was another of Nomi's test. To his surprise, he saw the First Ninja sitting on a rock near a waterfall, seemingly waiting for him.

"I see that you've answered my call." First said as Randy scoffed "Well yeah, wouldn't want the Nomicon to have an explosive reaction you know?". First didn't show any emotions as he shrugged the joke.

"Hm, I take that you haven't seen the recent spike of crimes in the ghostly side of yokai?" First asked, setting a foot on his lap and hands covering his mouth. Randy raised an eyebrow as he put a hand on his chin.

"The ghost town of Ishigano has a reputation to be one of the most lustrous red light districts back then, it still holds that reputation until today but it is now also known for its sex trafficking.

It seems as though their targets are humans, luring them into the town and forcefully transforming them into ghosts. As the Ninja, the task is to save the people stuck there." Randy frowned slightly at the given task before him.

"I see, but like where is this Ishigano town you're talking about?" First then illustrated a map drawn with neon markers. He pointed it at the northern side of Oklahoma, quite near to Norrisville.

Randy sighed in relief, at least it saves some transportation money. "I'll see to it that you'll be able to dissipate those evil spirits, lest you want them to target more innocents." First looked at him with a commanding voice. "Oh don't worry, I got this." Randy said with a cocky tone, he bowed and was kicked off of the Nomicon.

When he was back in reality, he found himself lying on the cold concrete floor, strings of light hitting his face gently. He blinked a couple of times before standing up, still holding the Nomicon. He brushed himself up, grabbing his t-shirt and threw the water bottle in a traschcan.

Randy headed to his room, fixing his bag as he stuffed things he would need the most during his trip to said Ishigano town; extra clothes in case of his current one being ripped, bandages and painkillers, money, the Nomicon and of course his mask.

He saw his phone sitting on his bed, he checked it and decided to spend the morning texting with Danny and Jake. By the time midday hits, he dressed up and hung out with Howard as they walked through the Norrisville streets, eating their lunch at Greg's FoodHole.

"And then I smashed that Autotromaton and it was like 500 points! Can you believe that Cunningham, it's like a secret boss that I can't believe no one has noticed."

"Yeah, but I think it's because of your build, like it's very overpowered!"

"Of course Cunningham, that's what being on the grind's like." Howard replied as he prouded himself for beating a secret boss in Grave Punchers, Randy applauded him.

"Hey Howard, what's the time right now?"

Howard looked at him, confused as he checked his phone, "About 4:47, why?". Randy raised his eyebrows slightly, "Ah shoob, I have to go, Nomi needs me. Bye Howard!". They said their goodbyes as Randy ran back home.

He walked to his room and grabbed his bag, carefully sneaking past his mother who is sleeping on the couch. He stuck a note on the table telling his leave as he went out. The teen then sprinted towards the bus station and managed to grab a seat, hugging his bag as the wheels began to roll.

---

The ride to the town of Ishigano was unexpected to say the least, Randy dropped himself off to a forest in the middle of nowhere, confused as he was actually expecting a town. He trudged through the dirty forest, staying on high alert since it looked like a place Catfish Booray would live in.

A few minutes in, Randy found a path leading someplace, he decided to follow it but not before he transformed himself into the Ninja. When the transformation was done, he jumped from tree to tree, following the dirt path as it led him to a wondrous plain.

The grassy plain had emphasized the blooming flowers and many more plant life, leaving him at awe. The admiration would soon fade as he saw a cliff marking the end of the path. He walked towards it and found an abandoned town that, while surrounded by a giant wall, was filled with buildings with intricate Japanese designs, a surely fitting style for a proud red light district if it weren't for the fact that no one seems to live in it.

He felt sad at the sight, if only it wasn't abandoned then it would feel like a tourist attraction site. He sighed, he then saw the sun beginning to set as it hides behind the tall mountains. He was about to go down to the town when suddenly the lanterns of the town lit up, lights inside the buildings started to burn bright as the dawn hit.

He stopped himself and hid on the cliff, observing the town. Shadowy figures began to fade in as they became more and more translucent, various yokais and ghosts coexisting as night transitioned in. He was shocked at the scene, it literally is a ghost town.

While stalking the town, he saw ghosts and yokais smuggling in humans into brothels, their wails faintly reaching Randy's ears as he felt bad for what they would go through. He was about to go in and kick ass when the Nomicon glowed, "What is it now Nomi, kinda busy saving some people."

He opened the book as he shloomped in, landing on a wooden floor in a room that seems to resemble a dressing room from ancient Japan, the room being filled with women. His attention was grabbed when a doodle ninja had snuck into the room and crossdressed themselves up more lavishly than the other women. When the doodle ninja got out of the room, evil yokais swarmed up to them because of their attention seeking outfit.

As a hand of the doodle ninja tried to get out of the pile of yokais, a text appeared on top of it,

A mask is worn for -> !¡DECEPTION¡!, not for ××ATTENTION××

Randy read and tried to comprehend, "Got it Nomi." The yokais raised their eyebrows, not believing that he was able to understand the meaning for once. "Oh come on I'm not that stupid, it just means that I don't have to grab the attention of the yokais." The yokais sighed in relief.

"So would a performer be a good disguise or?..."

The yokais facepalmed as they lunged at him, waking up Randy from his shloomp in the Nomicon. He stood up and studied the town of Ishigano one more time before sliding down the valley, climbing up the guarding wall and scanning the area.

He knew that going in with his suit on would alert the yokais, yet his normal clothes would stand out, seeing that almost all of them wore clothes that doesn't fit the modern era. While thinking, he saw some clothes hung up on a wire on a nearby brothel, he grabbed the opportunity to get his disguise as he snatched the kinagashi.

He removes the mask and wears it, finding it's size suitable for his body. With some geta he found from an alley and his socks he wore practically everyday, he wore his sling bag and continues his goal to save the souls trapped in the town.

As he walks out to the main street, he sees all kinds of sellers trying their best to get spirits' attention, girl workers trying to woo potential customers into their brothels and lots of shadowy figures walking through the crowded street, trying to find ways to pleasure themselves in the district.

Randy watched in awe, but his task was still in mind. He walked through the streets, sensing the distressed cries of countless souls begging for freedom. He frowned, feeling pity as he tried to find ways to free them without being caught. Along with the cries, he also heard phrases of "It smells like human?" and "Is there a human here?". Shit. He had to move now to avoid suspicion.

---

Elsewhere in the pleasure district, a man had his six eyes glowing bright red, delighted by an interesting sight in play. The darkness of his office made the man look threatening, his figure taller than anyone in the district. His smirk playful as he licked his lips, "I see that a beetle had come into my web, what do you think would happen, Haigoru-chan?".

A figure stepped out of the shadow, a child with a fire red kimono and decorated with beautiful accessories came to the man's call. The light from the burning lanterns of the district had shone on her, revealing a white mask resembling an ichimatsu doll's face. She bowed, a sign of respect she held for the man.

"He would end up as a plaything for the strong, they always would." The man could feel her sadistic smile through the answer, even if she couldn't show it. Satisfied with her answer, he stalked through the window again and watched the human try to fit in the crowd. "Well then, let's see if he's anything special."

---

"This is hopeless." Randy thought, sliding from crowd to crowd as the streets began to cramp. He tried to get inside the brothels but their entrance fee was worth more than the money he brought. It was getting overwhelming so he entered through the dark alleyway, not wanting his heightened senses to overreact.

He calmed himself down, he sighed and looked back at the crowd before him. "What do I do? There's too much happening in this town." He paced back and forth trying to plan something when he suddenly hear the sound of someone crying.

He glanced at a brothel to his right, suspecting that that's where the source of the sound was. It felt human, that cry, he knows that it's someone suffering, a victim of the sweet poisonous nectar that is this district. With his motivation igniting, he went to the back of the brothel, finding the window that houses the cries.

He climbed up the brothel, careful in trying to be as discreet as possible as he finally reached the window. He opened it and was greeted by a pristine hallway, the wooden floor so clean he can see his reflection on it. He went inside and snuck into the room where he heard the cries.

---

A girl, no more than a teen was sobbing in her room, even with the combined efforts of her kamuros comforting her, she still couldn't believe that she is now able to engage in sex work.

"Don't cry girl, be happy you even got a position most if not ALL of the girls in this district would gloat about."

"Be proud? Be proud?! What the FUCK would I be proud of selling my body to some rich asshole?! Is this what I'm WORTH?! S-some... d-doll that—!" The girl cried and cried as her kamuros put their heads beside her, hugging her.

She sniffled, "No... No we'll— I'll protect you girls, I-I won't... let them d-do this to you, I won't." She wiped off her tears. She looked at the two girls sitting beside her, their eyes trying to see if she was okay.

She sighed, she, them, all of them were victims of this horrible situation, they were all kidnapped and sold off to this rancid town, all just to be given off to some rich guy like disposable toys. But she had hope, that she and the others would get out, that they would be free once more.

She shooked her head, her ceremony would soon begin and she had to dress up. As she stood up, she heard the wooden floors creaking, noticing that none of her kamuros even moved, she started to worry about the strange sound. "But that woman wouldn't come in here until later..." She whispered.

Her door was slammed open as she turned around, to her surprise it was a person dressed in clad black suit, glowing red lines stretching from head to toe, their scarf being a highlight to their clothing. She was about to scream when he covered her mouth.

One of her kamuros tried to protect her from the strange man, punching him while the other kamuro tried to push him off of her. "Hey— HEY! Listen, I'm trying to help!". She took a great look at him, she widened her eyes, "Ninja?!".

The kamuros ceased their actions as she stepped away from the Ninja, one of them went up to him and asked "Ninja, will you save us?", trying find relief in the situation. "Yep, I was sent here after hearing some shoobed up human trafficking business being held down here." The Ninja answered, making her fall on her knees, thanking him as her kamuros sat down with her too.

"B-but, how will you save us, there's too many bad guys in this town?" A kamuro asked. Randy thought about it, taking a glance at the beautiful kimono hung up on a wall near him, he asked "what's up with that attention-seeking kimono over there? Is there an occasion or something?". The girl figured out what he was talking about.

"I'll be brought to a rich man's house tonight, I would perform there before giving my body to him but... I don't want to." Her gaze was fixed on the floor as he hummed, "I understand... Do you have any contact with other brothels before? I mean, do you know any more people who was kidnapped here with you?".

The girl nodded as a small smile formed on his face, "How about I take your place? I'll let you carry my plan for your escape while I keep the bad guys from messing with you?". The girl's eyes gleamed with hope, "Yes, yes I'll help you, thank you so much!".

"Then, here's the plan..."

---

A goldfish yokai yarite walked a fast pace towards a decorated door, it's design ornate that it looked like it belonged to a palace. She sighed sharply before banging on the door,

Bang bang bang

"Yukawa-chan your procession is about to start, are you done yet?!"

Two kamuros put together golden kanzashis on their oiran's lustrous black nihongami wig, to which was styled in Nageshimada. Their robes adding elegance as a manaita obi was tied to their waist. Not wanting to keep their yarite waiting, they exited their room.

"Now then, let's see what you're worth." The yarite smirked as she led her prized oiran to the sultry streets of Ishigano.

---

Cheerful music filled the atmosphere as the crowd began to gather on the main street, they watched as an oiran, whose beauty could be compared to a goddess, had shown herself for the entire town to see.

Her grace was flaunted as she looked at them with utmost playfulness, her smile making the hearts of men beat. Yujos stared at her with awe and jealousy as their clients had also joined in on the gaze. It was there that the legendary "River's Grace" that had come to parade in the filthy streets of Ishigano.

It was said that she had been blessed with the talent of dancing, able to flow with the winds as her body swayed like a river. All those who saw her perform kept begging for more, spending their fortune as they asked for more.

Randy tried to uphold the girl's reputation as he tries to copy the movements she taught him for the procession. He took the girl's place as he distracted the spirits, garnering their attention and let her and the others escape the cruel district. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under the crushing gaze of everyone, as if they stare at him like a delicate display.

"No wonder she hates this." He thought to himself as he put his foot out of his kimono, swinging it on the ground as his koma-geta screeched. As he marched through the procession, a mysterious figure watched from the roof, his long hair flowing with the wind as his eyes glowed dimly.

He took a peek, it was a male jorogumo yokai that was taller than him, his figure radiating seductiveness and domination as he caught the stares of everyone in the crowd. His six eyes observing them, his two other eyes and his mouth covered by a veil. He walked up to Randy and lifted a hand of his, placing a kiss on it as Randy stared in disbelief.

"It seems as though the Hinimasho House flaunts their greatest treasure, you'd make a fine woman." The jorogumo said as Randy fought his hardest not to look uncomfortable.

---

The person watching him from the rooftop observed him, his golden yellow eyes scan the scene that was happening before him. The "oiran" looked a lot like him. He thought as memories of a certain ninja began to unfold, their memories of fighting together, relaxing at each other's presence, holding conversations with one another.

He was snapped back to reality when the procession continued, "Damn insect, good for you to back off." The man sneered, his shining green hair flipping off as he followed the "oiran", stalking them.

---

As Randy was starting to feel like backing out, he finally saw the palace that he was sold to. He gulped, he doesn't know what to do when he gets inside, his mind started to form escape plans as his feet walked by itself. His imagination diminished when he faced the huge gate, it opened as he was let in.

The garden was exceptionally beautiful, tendered with care as different kinds of flowers and trees bloom in every corner, the sight calmed the teen's nerves as he now faced the door leading to his client. He went inside and was greeted with ornate decor, along with servants bowing down on him, one of them led him to the room where his client is.

Smoke poured out of the room as he saw his client, a large grotesque yokai with only one eye, his fangs pierced out of his mouth as his surprisingly well-built body hunched back, his arms placed on his knees and his legs crossed. A detail the teen noticed is that there are two yujos sitting near the yokai, looking intoxicated as the yokai blew smoke right in front of their faces, becoming more intoxicated and turned on.

Randy forcefully tried to not scrunch his nose at the scene, the smoke spread everywhere in the room yet he didn't feel any intoxication from it, he thanked the drug resistance excercises the Nomicon taught him. Then, the yokai spoke, "Hello my dear, it's a blessing to have the "River's Grace" be mine for tonight, I'm Tanzashi Yokiwo but for this night, call me Zashi-sama."

Randy's mind raced for a response, "I'm honoured that I had... the chance to pleasure the... master of the Tanzashi family...". Zashi let out a powerful laugh as he launched his head back, Randy forced a small chuckle before stiffening up his resolve.

Looking around the room, there were more windows than he expected, or maybe they're doors, it confused him but he'll think about it later. The two yujos looked like they were forced into this as one of them gave Zashi a lap dance while shaking, the other tried to pry off of him but he kept a firm grip on her shoulders, quieting her rebellion.

He felt pity on the poor women, if only there were something to keep the smoke out. Suddenly, the Nomicon's neon arrows pointed at one of those windows, he opened a window, letting out most of the smoke as Zashi questioned his actions. "Ah it's because... well the moon is a better scenery to... y'know...". Randy answered, earning a playful smirk from the yokai.

The yokai stood up as he put a finger on his chin, lifting his face up to see the yokai face to face, "Quite an eager one, aren't you?". The teen shuddered at his intention as he looks away, disgusted at the thought. It seems as though he isn't the only one disgusted at the yokai, the figure with green highlighted hair looked as though he was about to vomit at the sight.

The figure thought for a second, "Wouldn't hurt to help his mentee, won't it? oh what a favor I'm doing for him." He jumped down from the tree he was stalking on as he slithered into the shadows, entering the house to help the poor ninja.

"Haha, y-you flatter me Zashi-sama but first, I'll perform the... shamisen, perhaps humor you before I'm yours tonight." Randy said, gritting his teeth at the last part. The yokai quirked his eyebrows, "Oh, but where's you shamisen?". Randy pretended to look around to find his "missing shamisen", which he certainly doesn't have.

"Oh my, I think i must've left it back at my quarters, do you know where I can fetch a shamisen?" He covers his mouth with his sleeve as he looked away shyly. "I'll get my servants to get a shamisen for you. Hey you! Get the-". Randy cut him off, "Oh but I insist, I- uhh... it would be nice to have a servant to accompany me on getting a shamisen, it would also be a great opportunity to explore the house of Master Tanzashi."

His hope to get away from the yokai was answered as the yokai agreed to have a servant accompany him to get his shamisen. With a thankful smile, he walked out as fast as he can out of the room as a servant accompanied him, though as they began to walk together, he noticed the strange aura that surrounds the servant. When he got a glimpse at who he is walking with, the servant greeted him with a mischievous smile.

This made Randy very wary that he slipped out a knife hidden under the manaita obi and pointed it at the man with a swift swing. "Who are you?" He threatened but it only made the servant chuckle, "Chase Young, pleased to meet you." The servant who introduced himself as Chase put down his knife with only a finger, though Randy's stance didn't change.

"You seem to be on a mission, ninja? I suppose the both of us have the same intention of assassinating that thing?" Chase asked, making Randy widen his eyes as the servant knew who he was. He changed his posture again and hid his knife once he saw a few other spirits pass by, the both of them continuing their walk so as to not be suspicious.

"I plan to shut this entire district down and free all the poor souls trapped in here, killing that shoob was a part of it."

He tried to make a stern face as he greeted the other servants with a quaint smile, trying very hard not to break his facade. "Quite a far-fetched dream my dear ninja, even if you did manage to shut this district down, he would still have another one to operate. And once you destroy that too, he'll just rebuild this district and it'll be a cycle." Chase whispered, earning silence then a click on the tongue by the "oiran" beside him.

They stopped at a room that is filled with, what they theorized, was heirlooms and... bingo! Wine. It seems that both of them shared the same idea as the teen grabbed the largest one in the stack, he was about to grab a drug from under the covers of his chest when the servant reached out his hand, offering something like a drug to him.

"Mortal drugs don't affect yokais like him, use this and he'll fall down instantly." He said, Randy murmuring thanks as he grabbed it and popped it in the wine. The wine lightens its colors a bit as he closed off the wine bottle. As they walk back, the teen suddenly remembered what Chase had told him. He?

"Who's he you were talking about earlier? Is he—" They had reached the dreaded room, before he could enter, Chase stuck out a smirk "You'll know him when you meet him." And with that, he was back at the room. As he entered...

Oh... What the fuck?

What was displayed in front of him was... obscene for better wording. The yokai had a yujo placed on his lap as he played with her boobs, the other yujo had been rubbing her boobs on his arm. Randy blushed at the lewdness presented to him, "No white makeup will be able to hide my embarrassment if this continues to happen." He thought to himself.

Though, as he observed further, the yujos were tearing up at what they were doing, clearly uncomfortable but was unable to stop the actions of their master, their abuser.

Randy, with seethed anger, gritted his teeth as he approached the yokai who was filled with uncontrollable lust. Once the yokai had seen the "oiran", he shoved the drugged yujos away from him as he puts his hand on the other's waist. They sat down as the "oiran" kneeled in front of him, with a bottle of wine in his hand, the woman of his fantasy commanded "Open your fucking mouth."

The yokai, filled with ecstasy, had obliged as he opened his mouth, chugging the wine as he threw the wine out of his way. Both his hands grabbed the collar of the kimono, he laughed, all his fortune that he had saved, all he worked for, was all to be spent on the oiran in front of him.

The very first day he set eyes on her, he fell in love, he courted her with gifts and tried to woo her, now that she was within her grasp, he couldn't control himself. As he tore off the kimono, he began to fantasize what he would do to her, to make her moan and bitch out as he break her, to hear her scream his name and to mark her his. Oh, my love, here I come. He then tore off the under kimono and saw... a flat chest.

He looked at the oiran and before he could even process, pushed him down as he felt as though he couldn't move. He then saw the oiran's wig fall out of their face as they wipe out their makeup, it was a man. That fact broke him as he screamed in anger.

Randy was annoyed at how much the yokai screamed, he grabbed the knife and plunged it deep on his jugular, the screaming stopped as he killed the yokai. The other two yujos shook in terror as they saw the man who had been assaulting them killed by the oiran.

The killer began to approach them as they sat in the corner hugging each other, "Look, girls listen, I'm going to get you out of here. Do any of you know who Yukawa is? Y'know, the actual Yukawa?" The killer asked, the both of them shocked at what he had said. One of the yujos nodded their head, confirming that they do know her.

"Great! Listen, you see that window I opened, go out there and go to the abandoned brothel located at the back of the Yuhido brothel near the entrance of this shoobed up district, you'll be able to meet up with Yukawa and the others there. Now go, my sand ninjas will protect you."

He directed as he pulled out two sand ninjas from the ground out of the window with an incantation. Amazed by the man's abilities, they decided to trust him as they jumped out the window, thanking him for their freedom as they followed the sand ninjas, leaving Randy in the room.

He cracked his neck as he took a peek out of the room, he saw a bunch of Zashi's subordinates and fighters gathering, he snatched his head back to the room as he started to get ready for the fight. He was about to get the mask out from the collar of his kimono when his enemies began pouring into the room. With no choice, he removed some articles of clothing that restricted him to fight and grabbed a katana displayed on a wall.

All the yokais lunged at him as they tried to pierce him with their weapons, he dodged as he swung the blade on one of them, slashing off their neck as they choked on their own blood. He then plunged his katana on another yokai deep on their chest, pushing them off and getting ready to kill the others.

He used his heightened hearing as he dodged an attack for his head, he quickly crouched and swung out his leg, knocking some of his attackers down as he stood up to stab most of them. While distracted, one of them managed to grab his head as they forcefully slammed him onto the wall. With the world spinning, he tried to focus on the upcoming attacks his enemies would bring.

Randy closed his eyes and let his nose and ears sense his surroundings, he then pinpointed the enemies around him as he slashed his katana through them, stabbing them and mostly being docile, dodging and killing them next. When he heard the last of his attackers fall, he opened his eyes to see what he had done to them.

He hadn't noticed that he was out of the room and was now standing in what seems to be a living room. Blood was splattered everywhere as bodies were littered throughout the entire room. He panted at the exhaustion brought on to him, he was about to sit down on one of the couch when he heard a rumble on the ground, as if there were tons of footsteps raining down on them.

He sighed as he put on the mask, transforming him into the Ninja. He ran out of the estate as he jumped from roof to roof to avoid attention, he looked at the horde of yokais panicking at the news of what happened to the master of Tanzashi. He clicked his tongue at the sight as he moved, not wanting to be caught.

---

The male jorogumo heard the news, his smile malicious as his nerves began to excite. Haigoru had been sent to get in his way, her skills useful to toy with the Ninja. "Sensei." A young male's voice echoed throughout the room, the jorogumo glanced at the skilled hatamoto before turning back to stare at the window.

The winds blew as the moon shined brightly, the night still on going. "Haishin, be ready to fight when Haiguro falls back, the Ninja's strength is still unmeasured. Hide in the shadows and watch the fight, don't step in until you know she's too weak to fight." The male jorogumo ordered as the young samurai bowed, leaving with all his weapons in place.

He soon heard his subordinate jump from roof to roof, he smirked, thinking patting them on their heads regardless if they lose or win the fight. "What a fine boy, so protective of her." He whispered as the moon shine touched half of his entire body, revealing the golden patterns on his poncho.

---

The streets were a mess, the defenseless yokais run about as the other yokais chose to fight the Ninja who had infiltrated the town. The Ninja had managed to free most of the victims and had let Yukawa take care of them as they escaped. The others, he couldn't find them, wishing them peace as he readied his katana.

He swung and swung as the horde kept coming, blood from both the Ninja and the yokais had been smeared all throughout the place. When the horde calmed down just a little to give him room to breathe, he jumped up to the roof as he rained them down with kunais and air fists. Screams from fallen yokais emerged through the streets of Ishigano as they are hit with poison, most of them melted as the others had their bodies stiffened so much they couldn't move. Haigoru saw the mess with a clear view, she held disdain for the Ninja, "Our clients, that rat-shit imbecile." She whispered with anger as she felt Haishin walking behind her.

"You have no need to stand there, go and toy with him." He said with an unbothered tone, he was met with an emotionless face, "Gladly." She said as she leaped out of the roof she was standing on, leaving the young samurai to watch over her.

Randy slumped over some wall on the alley as he stopped some major bleeding on his right arm, tying it up with cloth. He regretted getting the attention on him, he sighed. A shadow formed in front of him, he looked to see a young girl, dressed like the other women he saved standing there, her face unrecognizable and holding a fan tight. He walked up to her and kneeled down, clearly she's stressed with what's happening in here.

"Hey kid, you alright? Listen, follow me and I'll show you the way—" he was surprised to find the fan had a blade on it as he very narrowly dodged the weapon, jumping back to stand up and finally seeing the little girl clearly. Her face is emotionless as her eyes were pure black, her cheeks shined like porcelain though something tells him the girl is feeling more than what her face shows.

"You're the Ninja? How foolish can you be to not see my true form? Pathetic." The girl's voice, although still young was forcefully deepened, trying to be intimidating as she still held the fan, pointing it at him.

Suddenly, she bursted into a sprint as she held on to her bloodthirst as her motivation. She quickly was able to slash his leg with a shallow cut as he kicked her on the stomach, launching her up but was able to stick on the wall. He looked up as he threw a kunai at her, dodging it as she dislodged from the wall, "Ninja Cold Ball!" He threw a cold ball on where she would land, causing her to slip.

Faced with humiliation, her face cracked as he lunged at him again, this time grabbing his collar as they were launched out of the alley, crashing onto a brothel as the lights flickered due to the impact. The crash left a huge rubble on the floor as Randy stood up to find the little girl.

He saw her fan thrown at him as he moved to left, but to his surprise, it opened and also swung to the left. He bowed his head down just in time as the fan managed to hit some hair in his scalp, it retreated out of the brothel as it entered the hole in the wall they created.

Randy stood up and ran out of the ruined brothel, spotting the little girl as he threw an explosive ball on her. It exploded as part of a building turned to bits and pieces. Smokes clouded the area as he launched himself out of the alleyway, landing on a roof. He then heard the girl shriek as she threw herself at him again, this time with more rage.

She stabbed his shoulder as he punched her face, hearing it crack as he stumbled back. She stood still as she touched her face, feeling the cracks he caused, she clenched her fists, "You fucking bitch!!" The little girl screamed.

Randy was about to block her attack when he sensed something running behind him, he jumped as high as he could and saw another figure the same size as the little girl. The figure looked at him, letting him see the painted makeup usually seen on Kabuki actors, also a kid. He looked like a samurai with his attire, their face forever angry as he covered his head with a kasa hat.

Randy sensed foreboding danger with the two kids together, as though someone more powerful is protecting the both of them. "Need a hand?" A voice he's all too familiar with was heard from behind his back. He spun around and saw a tall figure with flowing green hair and dressed in some ancient Chinese armor that he knew from when he and Jake were studying Chinese history.

"And you're?" Randy asked, earning a chuckle from the figure, "Chase Young. Pleased to meet you, ninja." The two kid warriors stood in shock, feeling great power presented in front of them. The Ninja agreed for the temporary alliance as they stood against the two kid warriors.

The atmosphere soon changed when the male jorogumo stood behind the two kid warriors. "Hmm, it's been long since you and I finally meet, Chase." The jorogumo chuckled with a deep tone of voice. "Oh how long was it? 800 years? Honestly would've thought you've gained wrinkles but I suppose I'd have heard your scream of vanity if that were to happen, isn't that right? Rokumeyoku-san." Chase mocked, a frown forming on the jorogumo's face.

Randy wasn't sure what to do, his enemies were bad news, even his ally is bad news. He feels as though that, even if they win this battle, he's sure that something bad is gonna happen to him afterwards. He thinks of breaking the little reunion but he knew that it's rude. "Think, think! How do you get yourself out from this." He thought to himself, then he remembered the Nomicon's lesson earlier on.

A mask is worn for -> !¡DECEPTION¡!, not for ××ATTENTION××

He grabbed a smokebomb and stared at it for while, figuring out how to get out once he had done this action.

He then felt the atmosphere change again, he saw Rokumeyoku charging towards them. "Smokebomb!" He shouted as he threw the smokebomb on the ground, smoke spreading out as he hid his presence, using his scarf as he swung out of the battlefield. Once the smoke cleared out, Chase saw his partner leave, his chance to meet him slipped out of his hands. He dodged the obvious attack of the six-eyed yokai as his subordinates fought alongside him.

"You're gonna pay for that..."

Chase growled as he used his martial arts, throwing in punches and kicks, making them pay for letting him miss his chance to see him.

Randy finally saw the entrance of this damned district, he leaped out and met with Yukawa on the road getting the victims in a truck big enough to store them in. Another yujo named Hifanyi manned another truck and had the other ladies in there. "Thank cheese you're safe." He sighed in relief as Yukawa placed a hand on his shoulder, "No, thank you. You've saved us from this hellish place and gave us hope in escaping." He saw the women smiling dearly at him, he shot a smile back as some of them looked away, feeling flustered.

"Well, as much as we wanted to celebrate, it's best that we go now, we can't stay here. Goodbye, Ninja." Yukawa said as the Ninja nodded, Yukawa went to the truck and drove away along with Hifanyi. He was alone in the forest, he shivered when he felt Chase's presence behind him. He turned around and saw him standing on the top of a tree, the moon shining on his back.

"I didn't think you'd chicken out of our fight, Ninja?" He said, poison laced in his words. "No, of course not, I had to make sure the victims were safe." Randy answered, Chase laughed, "Sure you did. Though I appreciate weakening one of his subordinates, made the fight less troublesome."

Randy stared at him with a scared expression, "You killed them?". "Ha! If only, six-eyes managed to get them out before I caved both their faces in. How great would it be though if I did?" He was right about his feeling, this guy's way more dangerous than the jorogumo.

"Thanks for... handling the fight." Randy bowed to show some respect. He looked up, Chase had his arms crossed. "Hmm fine, I suppose I should thank you for l gave me a worthy opponent to stretch my muscles with." He hummed, cocking his head to the left.

Randy, seeing as how relaxed Chase is, turned around and was about to leave when,

"Just say hi to the First Ninja for me."

"Wait WHAT—" Randy twisted his head to Chase's direction but found him gone. He looked everywhere but the man was nowhere to be found. He sighed, he should report this event to First Ninja once he was back at home.

"Ninja Comet Sprint!" He chanted as he sprinted out of the forest and into the road, heading back to Norrisville. As the sun began to peak from the mountains, Chase watched the Ninja run on the road.

"How foolish, leading me right to your humble home."

He let out a smirk, following the Ninja.

"First Ninja, oh how I've missed you."

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Ocean's Eleven

POKER: Rusty Ryan x fem!reader

Summary: As they go to pick Danny up she can't help but think about the moment she shared with Rusty after the heist.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warning: smoking, mentioned stealing, the usual Ocean's stuff, otherwise just fluff

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Months after the heist, during which they successfully robbed Terry Benedict from both his money and girlfriend - even if the last one was mainly Danny's job - she finally felt at ease. This afternoon Danny Ocean will be released from prison and with that the last task of the robbery will be done. Not like the robbery wasn't successful already - she became a rich woman, sure, but she wasn't a calm one. She won't be a calm one until Danny Ocean walks up to the car and gets in, so she can let go of the stressful thoughts she had since the day Ocean talked to her about the plan.

A plan with no casualities - her number one rule. She can sleep peacefully knowing she stole some rich guy's money, but not with the thought that because of some stupid mistake one of her friends went to jail for a lifetime.

"Are you ready to meet him again, Tess?" she asked the woman who was sitting behind her, while she was examining her every expression in the rearview mirror.

"Of course I am." was the answer she got and the answer that satisfied her doubts. Tess' voice was nervous but full of love and that was the proof of her love for Danny she needed.

They didn't say anything for a while. They just sat there in silence, looking at the gates of the prison where Danny was currently getting his stuff back and where Ryan was waiting while eating a hamburger.

God, she was hungry as well.

"You know, we should find Rusty a girl."

The sentence made her look away from the building and moments later her gaze was on the rearview mirror again, looking at Tess.

"You think so?"

What if he already has one?

She looked back at the building again, this time focusing on the man eating in front of the main gate. Maybe they just didn't make their relationship that obvious?

A proud smile creeped up on her face at the thought. Maybe they were just too happy living in their own little bubble, they never considered telling anyone around them.

"Yes, I think so."

If you knew...

And if you knew he has one since Bellagio.

Since Bellagio... Good God, she has to thank Danny he asked her to help them with the plan.

The night of the heist was the night of their first kiss and with that the night their relationship as lovers began. It happened after they got away with the money and after they all walked out to the fountain to enjoy the feeling of success. And that night they deserved to swim in pride, pulling off a stunt like that.

There they were, all of them. Enjoying that feeling, swimming in pride while looking at the fountain in complete silence - until the members of the gang started to walk away one by one. Except her - and Rusty.

"You know now that I think about it," she started, feeling like there is something she should say after that wild night, after all those glances of making sure the other is okay "I just robbed a casino without even knowing how to play poker."

He let out a chuckle and she realized this was probably the first time she heard him laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's kind of stupid, isn't it? I never really had the time to learn how to play."

"You are friends with Danny Ocean and you don't know how to play poker?"

She giggled at the thought as well, hiding her face in her palms as she leaned on the concrete banister.

"God, I'm horrible..."

"No, that means Terry Benedict is horrible. You stole his money from the casino and you've never been in a casino before in your whole life."

Rusty lit a cigarette and offered her one. She accepted it and after he lit hers as well, they continued their conversation.

"Besides, I can always teach you how to play."

"Yeah? You want me to join your little club?"

"No, I don't want you to join them. I'd teach you separately."

"Oh really?" she asked teasingly as she took a puff on her cigarette.

"Yes, I'm sure you'd be a talented player."

"What makes you say that?"

"You just robbed a casino, darling, that takes some serious skills."

Warmth was pooling in her stomach even though she was cold a few minutes ago. The dress she wore was pretty elegant, but the material was thin - yet it was something women with money to spend liked to wear. It was something she had to wear that night as well if she wanted to blend in and be the eyes of the gang, making sure everything goes smoothly.

"I'll think about it." she said even if she decided that she'll definitely sit down with Rusty and listen to his every word as he teaches her how to play poker.

And then suddenly they were standing closer to each other, arms slightly touching on the banister. She tried to concentrate on her cigarette and did her absolute best to ignore the contact and what it was doing to her.

She looked up at him as they were smoking in silence and her hands shook a little as the warmth in her stomach became stronger, not wanting to stop. She examined his expressions, his gestures, the way he was holding the cigarette and then she realized that she doesn't want to leave.

And then it just happened...

She wasn't sure how, she couldn't remember who leaned in first - the only thing she knew was that they were kissing right after Rusty turned to look at her after she was observing him for so long.

They were kissing and she had to grab his shoulder to not get completely lost in the feeling. Her cigarette fell into the water of the fountain from the sudden contact - from the sudden sweet and warm contact, what was surprisingly gentle. Gentle and kind, not fast, not rough, but patient.

One of his hands was on her waist and she was sure those were the most thoughtful and gentle touches she's ever felt.

"When do we start playing?" she asked quietly after their first ever kiss ended.

"Poker?"

"Sure."

"Whenever you want."

"Is tonight okay?"

Danny and Rusty were walking towards the car as she tried to hide her smile. She waved at Danny as they got closer.

"I stopped and picked up your personal effects. 'Hope you don't mind." she almost chuckled at Rusty's words and at Danny's reaction. There it is, Dan and Tess are together again, everything worked out alright, the world is finally at peace again.

She looked at Rusty knowingly as Danny sat next to Tess. They shared a smile.

"We need to get Rusty a girl." Tess said again as Rusty started the car.

"You hear this? They think you need to get a girl." she said as she looked at the rearview mirror only to see that the silver Sedar's engine was on.

"And you didn't tell them I already have one?"

If that question wasn't saying enough, then the quick kiss they shared definitely did. And even if she'll get way too many questions from her friends after this she'll answer them happily, knowing she hit the Jackpot when Danny Ocean asked her to help them and she said yes.

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Sexting your lover, doctor strange, who had to portal too you in the middle of the day for a quickie, because you got him so riled up.

‘Quickly’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

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Your fingernails tapped at the panes of your wine glass as you glanced at the clock in your apartment. Carding your fingers through your hair, you let out an exhale of boredom until your small sips of the scarlet Tempramillo turned into large obnoxious gulps.

Your day was filled with tingles.

Literally.

You found your thoughts straying away from your normal mundane everyday tasks with your very special and...talented friend, Stephen Strange. You would be doing something normal and then remind yourself of what he did to you the night before, it made your thighs tingle and your cheeks flush. You couldn't exactly explain to anybody the reason to why your head was hung low and why your teeth were knawing at your bottom lip in attempts to conceal your shit eating grin. The thrill of secrecy was what made your relationship that much more sexy.

You needed to taste him again. But he was busy.

He made hard work of letting you know never to call him or text him when he was working or on another ghastly, death dependant mission; though you never really drilled the consequences of it in your head. If he calls for you, forever you'd stay. You dabbled with the idea of sending him some naughty pictures- you'd pay good money to see his face blush in the moment of imminent danger. Maybe you'd call him, breathe and moan into the phone and whisper sweet dirty nothings as he tries to stifle his desire for you while he was out on the field. Feeling dangerous, you paced around your apartment as you grasped your phone and called him. You knew he'd be furious but isn't that what you wanted?

‘’I'm busy. I told you not to call me while I'm working.’’ Stephen clenched his teeth in annoyance at your endless disrespect. When he felt the glare of his phone screen light up, he knew he'd have to entertain you and your antics; he was spending his time disintigrating a few cosmic enemies but you wouldn't give him a choice. You were relentless.

‘’I miss you.’’ You whispered through the phone, needing to feel the richness of his voice in real time and not just through a phone line.

‘’What?’’ Stephen rasped at you and you could just sense that his eyebrows were creasing in anger, seething at your inconvenient timing but mostly startled at the fact that you called him for once.

‘’Come here.’’ You flicked your tongue from your front two teeth, exhaling out seductively. Your breath was all honeyed and rosy, you knew he wasn't going to give in that easily.

‘’I'm busy.’’ He stated all deadpan after hearing a pained grunt in the background, your thighs tingled at the thought he was literally obliterating some goon whilst being on the phone with you. You felt so important to him.

‘'I'm wet.’’

Stephen's eyebrows quirked at the statement and his mouth fell dry...or was he drooling? He couldn't figure it out let alone decide. You were getting off on saying all of this at such an inconvenient time and he wondered how wet you'd feel after he spanked the disrespect out of you, you made him look like an idiot in the middle of working and his expression was anything but kind as his muscles were tense from frowning.

‘’Get yourself off, I'm not dealing with you right now.’’ Stephen found the rest of his sentient composure to bark orders at you and stop you from distracting him from such a perilous pursuit. You pouted and he could practically hear it through the phone, you obviously didn't get the answer you were attempting to draw out of him; you paused for a moment.

‘’Why would I get myself off when you can make me feel so good all by yourself? Besides, don't you want your hands on me when I'm right here... waiting for you, wanting you more than anything?’’ You countered and Stephen felt himself melt at such articulate words, no one had ever admitted to him they wanted him so desperately and it made his heart thump through his chest. He sighed in defeat.

‘’Come on. We went at it for hours yesterday. Are you not worn out?’’ His voice was hushed, almost as if he was embarrassed and scared for anyone to hear him.

‘’I. Want. More. Stephen.’’

He hung up before he was about to get hard on the battle field, he was frustrated and aroused at the same time now and it was an undeniably toxic combination. His mind was pacing the kilometeres of multiple countries, he was being pulled to every direction but he couldn't really care because all he could think about was you. The way you sounded. The way you breathed through the phone. The way he could practically envision the array of positions he could have you in by now.

Stephen was mad at himself, mad at his lack of self control when it came to you but sometimes disorder is needed and you for one pulled him into that sphere. When he thought he had the slightest chance of getting over that little stunt of yours, you obviously had to go ahead and prove him wrong by any means. The immortal pings of your constant texts made him believe you were now trying your hand at begging which he found impossibly adorable...but that wasn't the case.

Fuck. You.

Honestly.

You sent him a multitude of pictures, completely bare in your stance and so obviously pleased with yourself. Perfect tits, perfect body, perfect face...everything about you was so perfect. Except when you try to cock tease him out of his duties and obligations. Devil disguising herself as a naive little angel. The thought of you naked had the whole world tipping on its side.

- Have I got your attention now?

Seriously. Fuck. You. He thought to himself.

Stephen couldn't say no. He was struggling against your siren like disposition.

Fuck it, he bit the dreaded bullet and conjured the portal that would lead to the demise you had been cruel enough to beg from him.

There you were, unforgiving and naked wearing nothing but a half smile as he stepped foot into your apartment. A wet dream wasn't even in the ball park of where you were right now. You made your way over to him and you were so close your bodies could barely fit a pin between you.

‘’Quickly.’’ He gritted and you responded by encompassing your lips onto his, sighing as you finally got a taste of the release you've been craving. It was as if Stephen was despairing, a moral battle between his consciousness and his rationale against his dick and heart. He felt your lips curl up into a smile against his.

He bit at your lips and chin in repose, his mouth travelling to the slender curve of your neck made you sigh in relief.

‘’You knew what you were doing.’’ He groaned before hoisting you up and carrying you to your bedroom to fuck the living daylights out of you, you were more than asking for it now.

‘’Of course I do.’’ You exhaled as Stephen threw you on the bed, unremorseful of where you landed.

‘’You know just how to do it, isn't that right baby.’’ It wasn't a question or a statement but a very unhealthy middle ground. He'd never called you baby before. Baby sounds so intimate and it made your cheeks flush crimson. '

‘’You know just how to get me this way. To make me want you this way.’’ Stephen said bitterly as he began undressing himself. Even when you've seen Stephen's body a million times you're still rendered speechless when he exposes the ripples of his chest, the bulk of his biceps and the sheer size of his cock. You were sprawled out on the bed waiting for him to wreck you into another dimension and he reckons you look like a fallen angel all for him to savour and have.

‘’I think I just know what you like.’’ You bit your lip and stared up at him through your thick fluttery lashes. Stephen fawned over you and grasped at your wrists and held them in a tight iron like grip above your pretty little head, he bent his head down and bit at your hard nipple and it made a gasp erupt out of you.

Stephen's hard glare was a response in itself. He didn't give you any forewarning or preparation as he rammed himself into you recklessly, you wanted to rough up his hair so bad but his fingernails were gripping into the skin of your wrists. The small gasp and the intense eye contact you made when he sunk into you was his favourite part of these little moments he shared with you. Your whimpers were becoming louder and louder as he moved over you in a rough, unrelenting and unceasing rhythm. He kissed your lips and it felt like you were done for.

‘’Dear God Stephen. You're so big it hurts.’’You whined against him as he stretched your insides out deliciously, he perked up at your struggle to even speak.

‘’Good.’’ He seethed. It was his turn to punish you; you risked his life by being such a cock tease but it seemed you liked being punished so brutally the way you began to whisper your own dirty little words.

Yes. Fuck me. Right there.

Though what really did him in was: ‘’You're so fucking good Stephen.’’

It was him that was making you feel like this, this good.

Although his favourite was: ‘’I don’t feel bad for any of it.’’

You just had to reinforce your bad behaviour that much more to prove a pointed that didn't need to be proven. You felt so invigorating, he couldn't remember the last time he wanted someone so bad it would make him portal his way out of his work just to be with them. Stephen's skin was on fire. His muscles were tense. His body moved in and out of you with no abandon, the heat gathering and spreading from his cock to the side of his neck, the place where you were biting at now like an animal. You called out Stephen's name in a broken whine as your hips bucked beneath him.

‘’Beautiful, horny, impatient little fuck.’’ He snapped and spat at you and it made your mind echo in thunder as your body convulsed beneath him, feeling your release come to fruition. Pleasure pulls tight in the base of your abdomen and you felt the coil begin to dissipate.

You screamed out his name, toes curling as your orgasm hit you harden than a brick. A breath shuddered from Stephen as he painted your insides with himself, he was still throbbing at your disposition. Wide eyed, tensed brow and mouth agape in an ungodly amount of pleasure. You clung to him as wild eyes met each other, exhales of arousal escaped both of your throats. It was as if you had never done this to each other before the way you were gawking at each other. Your tongue slotted against his, you bit his lip sharply and tugged it back before ultimately breathing the words Stephen would treasure for the rest of his days:

‘’I want you inside me forever.’’

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