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jeonsbabygirlsworld · 6 months

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INDECISION

SUMMARY: You feel really insecure these days after giving birth to your second daughter but for your sake Jungkook is there to tell you on how pretty you are.

PAIRINGS: established relationship Jungkook X Reader.

WORD COUNT:1.1K

WARNINGS: reader is insecure about her body, Koo coming to rescue her, Dad kook :(. Bam is there as always! Reader is called Jagi sometimes.

SMUT WARNIGS: Kissing, lactation kink, mentions of male masturbation, she gets a bit shy because she didn't shave down there, fingering,cream pie, missionary , after care, lmk if I missed anything .

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“Daddy please” Hani pleaded with her doe eyes looking at Jungkook he sighed “No baby I’m sorry”Hani started fussing when he said no “Look baby you already have many dolls?” He said softly picking her up from the ground. His 4-year-old daughter was stubborn just like her mom and wanted the doll “One more won’t hurt Daddy” she said pouting her lips. 

Sighing he gave in and went to buy that for her. Jungkook thought of buying some groceries from the nearby mall when Hani spotted a doll shop, she promised she would only look around but instead, she started fussing when Jungkook wouldn’t let her take one. 

Loading all the groceries into the back of the car Hani was already settled in her car seat “Let’s go home soon and meet Mommy and Chae ” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows and starting his car, soft music playing in the car. 

You had to freshen up once again for the second time today, Chae your younger daughter puked out the milk you fed her. She was now asleep in her bed. Bam and you decided to play a bit waiting for your husband and daughter to come, Jungkook texted you he was on the way. Getting up Bam and you went to the kitchen to prepare something while Chae was still asleep. 

You heard the front door unlocking Hani came running to the kitchen “Hi Mommy see I bought a new doll, where is Chae is she asleep again?” Hani bombarded you with questions never really staying to one point “Wow baby, yeah Chae is asleep go wake her yeah sweetie?” You said kissing her cheeks “Hey baby, got something for you” Jungkook handed you some of your favourite chocolates and some fresh white tulips he picked up while on his way back home.

Bam rushed towards both of them wiggling his tail and climbing up in Jungkook's arm . Kissing him you told him to change and get ready to eat dinner. 

Chae was now awake playing with Hani and Bam while Jungkook helped you place the dishes on your dining table. “Hani come here and have your dinner baby” you said placing her favourite plate and spoons. "Yes, Mommy coming " Hani said while standing up while Chae cooed and started crying when Hani came to the dining table, grabbing her from her crib you had your little one in arms. " I'll go and feed bam, start with your dinner Jagi" Jungkook said standing up from his seat. Dinner soon ended with laughs and giggling Hani told me about her new Kindergarten and her friends.

Both of your daughters knocked up soon while watching some animated movies. Bam was already rested in his kennel, tucking them on the bed you went to change, to sleep soon. 

While changing you stood in front of the mirror and sighed , Jungkook hummed at the site of you sighing "Kook I don't feel confident and pretty about my body anymore " you said slightly embarrassed and tears beaming in your eyes. "What are you saying baby, you look perfect," Jungkook said keeping his phone on the nightstand.

It’s been 4 months since you both had sex, the last time you had sex was when you were eight months pregnant. you've heard Jungkook jerking off in the shower once in a while. "Baby you look so fucking perfect, what makes you think you're not pretty?" he said sitting in front of you and grabbing your shoulders " I don't know kook I have stretch marks all over my stomach and thighs, I have baby fat still in my body," you said tearing up. Jungkook sighed kissing your cheeks " Baby it's serious why didn't you tell me this earlier? " Jungkook was shocked about why you didn’t let him know.

" you've given birth to our child baby, and about stretch marks you should not feel you're not pretty anymore, and some baby fat looks cute on you, you have them in the right spots," Jungkook says now lying over your breasts, laughing through tears you wave him off. Jungkook then kisses your lips slowly which soon turns into a make out session. "You're fine with having sex with me tonight baby?" he asked making sure you were comfortable with it.

Nodding at him he helps you to undress when you get a bit shy under his gaze "Kook I haven’t been shaving down there lately” you say in a slow tone we wave off saying “It’s fine baby” and move down towards your stomach slowly leaving wet kisses on your stretch marks and fat, leaning he is met with the site of your wet pussy. 

Groaning at the site “fuck so wet baby, what got you so worked up?” Jungkook whispered before leaning in to give a soft kiss to your core. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure he gave. “Ah ah baby watch me” He tutted “Tell me what you want baby, gonna give you everything you deserve” he added “Want your mouth kook” you said grabbing his hair. “Take what you want to have it your way,” he says softly sucking on your soaked clit “You taste like a fucking candy” Jungkook praises you for being a good girl and how wet you were “fuck so tight baby” curses left your mouth when he fingered you through your orgasm.

Bawling your eyes out you finally came on his fingers “You gonna take my cock baby?” Jungkook said still unsure “Yeah kook want you in me now,” you said reassuring him “Looks so good waiting for me, glad I knocked you up with my babies” he groaned .

“My sexy baby mama, never gonna make you feel bad about your insecurities they look fucking perfect” his thrusts were getting rough but you both were careful to not make a bit of noise, Jungkook's hand pressed against your mouth to keep you from your moaning getting louder. His hands massaged your breasts and a few bits of milk oozing out of them made his lactation kink awake, sucking on them he moans at the sweet taste. 

“Fuck Jagi I’m gonna fucking come” Arrays of curses left your mouth, and slopping noises of your wet pussy made him cum faster than he even though “fuck kook so messy” you chuckle feeling the slick drip down to your ass. Laughing he settles his head on your neck whispering sweet things in your ear and occasionally biting on them. He backs away and brings in a towel to clean you up. 

You both cuddle up against each other wearing some cloths because Hani has a habit of barging in your room at early morning. Jungkook went to check up on both of them kissing their cheeks and closing the door. The baby monitor helps you when Chae cries in middle of night thankfully she was asleep.

Whispering I love You's Sleep soon overcome you both.

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aaagustd · 23 days

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cat and mouse | kim namjoon

title: cat and mouse pairing: kim namjoon x thief!(f)reader genre/rating: smut, pwp; 18+

summary: every weekend you sneak into one of namjoon's parties and attempt to steal his jewelry. sometimes you get caught; sometimes you get away, but you'll always be back for more. wc: 1.1k warnings: g*ns/w**pons, threats of t*rture/m*rder, reader and namjoon are just something else honestly, reader is captured but all acts are consensual, mentions violence, g*n play (whether it's loaded or not is up to you but in my mind it's def loaded), impact play, f*ngering, c*m eating, finger sucking, hair pulling, cl*t stimulation, pet names (pretty doll, doll, etc), name calling/degradation, restraints/handcuffs, sensory deprivation; unedited lol…let me know if i missed something release date: april 14th, 2024; 12:36am note: hi! don't look at me. someone requested this awhile back lol. i hope you like it anon. it's not much since i've been preparing for room for two but i appreciate you for sending in a request. thank you for celebrating with me.💞

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“You’re in trouble now, bitch.”

You can hear the sound of his footsteps before he even enters the room. Even the muffled sound of coming music downstairs doesn’t overpower his aura. Soon the pungent odor of whiskey and decaying molars will be covered by the smell of money, rage, and Chanel.

As you listen to the cackling—nose twisted with disgust—your fingertips explore your cuffs, knowing that nothing man-made is escape proof.

Your lashes push against your blindfold, trying to make out the four silhouettes standing before you. Once you have found your way out of this mess—and you definitely will—your first vendetta is to take them to your dungeon for some much needed dental work.

Every single one of those rotten pieces of shits will be remove and shoved directly up their—

“Give us some privacy.”

His voice tears you out of your plot for revenge.

The room instantly becomes silent, no one daring to speak a word out of turn when it comes to the boss. His dominance needs no introduction as he’s one of the wealthiest and most powerful men to call this city home.

Crossing him is a death sentence. One you’ve managed to escape several times. Tonight will be no different.

“You just can’t keep your hands off of my shit, can you?”

After the room is cleared, he acknowledges your presence and moves closer towards your bound figure. Despite standing for almost an hour with your hands over your head, you show no sign of weakness because you’ve been through worse—much worse.

“I’m starting to think you like getting caught.”

A grin spreads across your face, further testing his patience. “Aw, don’t you miss me, Namjoon?”

“Watch your mouth, pretty doll.”

He grabs you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks harshly enough to cause a slight discomfort. Still, you laugh in his face unfazed.

“Or what?” you taunt. “Going to rough me up like your brutes did?”

There’s a pause.

“They touched you?”

Namjoon’s body tenses. “I told them not to.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle, and I’m sure I wasn’t an easy catch.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he replies. “I’m sorry—”

The sound of metal clinking as you attempt to pick the lock of your cuffs pierces Namjoon’s ears like a knife. The sincerity in his tone fades away as it is replaced with anger, knowing he’s fallen for your lies.

“You little bitch. Are you crazy?”

“Just a tad,” you counter.

He pulls his glock from his waistband and places it directly beneath your jawline.

“Drop it,” he demands, referring to the bobby pin tucked between your fingers.

You allow it to fall to the floor, abandoning this method of escape—but he’s a fool if he thinks you don’t have more up your sleeves.

“Aw, man. You caught me.”

Your sarcasm doesn’t amuse him in the slightest.

“You think I won’t blow your fucking brains out, doll? ‘Cause I will.”

You cackle, throwing your head back and ignoring his threats. Namjoon grabs your hair and reunites the barrel of his gun with your face.

“Does it look like I’m joking?”

You take deep breaths, calming yourself so you can speak. Namjoon keeps a firm grip on you, making sure you can’t squirm away. Little does he know, you wouldn’t dream of moving.

“You aim that any lower and I might make a mess of this expensive ass floor,” you whisper.

You watch the way his head tilts through the fabric as he processes that statement. He ponders over the thought for just a moment, and then lets his curiosity run wild. “Is that so?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Indeed.”

The weapon slowly travels down your body, making your adrenaline spike as it descends. You know his eyes follow the trail every inch of the way till he reaches your thighs. There, he pauses—allowing you to spread your legs voluntarily before he moves any further.

Your dress starts to rise slightly as Namjoon searches for your center. Upon contact, your back arches—exposing your eagerness to fulfill your twisted fantasy.

“No panties?”

“In this dress? Be for real.”

Namjoon chuckles, making small circles as his weapon touches your clit. The feeling elicits small moans from your lips, and he doesn’t seem to want to keep them at bay.

“Maybe you were just…prepared?”

He smacks your clit so abruptly you don’t even have time to brace yourself. You bite your lip to suppress your scream, but your whimpering is still a lot louder than you intended.

“Or that,” you answer breathlessly.

He spanks your pussy a few more times, leaving you trembling and dripping. Juices run down your thighs and Namjoon collects it on his fingers before having a taste.

You hear him moaning around his fingers, lapping up every drop of your wetness he was able to gather. He goes for seconds, but this time he puts his finger in your mouth—making you taste yourself while he watches you with his dark eyes.

“Nobody should taste that sweet, doll. I should put a bullet in your head right where you stand.”

“Do it.”

“Hm,” he scoffs. “Don’t test me.”

Once again, the steel is in your face while Namjoon’s other hand slips between your thighs. With no warning, he pushes them into your wet crevice, causing you to shriek in surprise.

“Keep playing with…like I won’t blow all your fucking teeth out.”

Thumb pressed against your clit, index and middle fingers deep inside of you—he pleasures your pussy while he spits venom in your ears.

“But I bet you’d like that, huh?” he quizzes. “Twisted little slut.”

“Mm, fuck!”

“Speechless, aren’t we?”

Your eyes roll back when he speeds up. You’re unable to warn him because the pressure building inside of you abruptly bursts, sending you into an intense orgasm.

“That’s it,” Namjoon coos.

He shows no mercy as you wither with sensitivity, draining you of every ounce of strength you have left. You’re spent by the time his fingers slide out of you. You stand there slumped over, struggling to catch your breath.

“Look at what a mess I’ve made of you.”

Namjoon snatches your blindfold off, and exposes your eyes to the piercing bright lights. You turn your head until your vision adjusts, but even through everything you just endured—your focus never strayed away from your ultimate goal.

“There are a million other things you could be doing, doll. This is getting old.”

Namjoon begins to walk away, thinking you’re still restrained. You don’t waste time letting him know he’s dropped the ball yet again.

“Like what?”

You purposefully allow the metal to hit the floor so he can hear it. Namjoon stops in his tracks before looking over his shoulder.

“Come with me. You’ll find out.”

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mirnilop · 8 months

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𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 ˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ wally darling

⚠ tags: sfw, mob au, yandere!wally, gn!singer!reader, power imbalance, discussions of violence

♡ synopsis: you’d be surprised how many fans you accrue as a small-time lounge singer. while this is usually a good thing, one of yours happens to rule half the city, so he isn’t exactly receptive to the word “no”.

♡ word count: 5,310

⛧ﾐ‧*･ﾟ the following content may be triggering to some. please proceed with caution! ･ﾟ*‧ミ⛧

a/n: hello!! ₍ᐢ.ˬ.⑅ᐢ₎ goshh, my very first post on this acc!! i haven’t posted fanfic in a hot minute but i’m suuuper excited to get back into it!! 💞 i have sooo many wips for this fandom, it was difficult to choose which one to finish first! credit to @/clownsuu for creating the au and for the lovely art!! i tweaked the concept a wee bit so that it takes place in a roger rabbit-esque world where puppets and humans live together unharmoniously (with a jessica rabbit inspired reader ofc >v>). it was a lot of fun trying to marry wally's canon personality with a Scary Mob Boss (*´ 艸`) i can't wait to post more!! what are y'all's favourite aus? let me know!! ･*･:≡(　ε:)

There’s a rose on your vanity.

The sight of it snuffs out your high spirits, irritation igniting in its place– and it was such a good day, too! You and the girls were perfectly in sync for your entire performance, bolstered by the unusually affable audience; you even rewarded them with a sneak peek of new material, which made them go wild!

Dreams of stomping it beneath your heel stew in your head as you drop it in the faience vase at the rim of the mirror, where a crinkled, beige-tipped rose droops against the rim. Why not break the vase too? An idea that’s crossed your mind too many times, and while it gets harder to resist with each flower, you endure it. They’re presents, after all, and you doubt your admirer would take kindly to the news that you’ve trashed them. You’re certain one of his minions would obtain the evidence, if not witness you do it; you can’t pinpoint the extent to which they survey you, but the crawling sensation of eyes on your back crops up often, and obviously they have no problem barging into your dressing room to play delivery service.

Sighing, you comb through your rolling rack to pick a suitable outfit to change into. Most of the articles hanging are also gifts, but you’ve made sure to keep some of your own hard-earned clothes here out of sheer spite. A burgundy cashmere number has just slipped into your grasp when the door bursts open.

“How’s that for a show?! And what a great crowd, a whole buncha dolls! Or– well, puppets– and humans! Hahaha!”

Lottie skips in with her usual energy, the bell on her collar jingling alongside the clack of her Mary Janes. You hate that their manager mandates the bells as a part of their costumes, as if puppets being treated like second-class citizens wasn’t enough. “You wanna make money or not? It’s part of the appeal! You know, Mary Had A Little Lamb and all that!” is what he told you after one of your countless tirades regarding his treatment of them, but the sleazy smirk wrapped around his cheap cigarette allowed you to read between the lines. As much as you despise that man, it’s not your business to judge the trio for staying contracted with him. Mottie’s recalled to you how difficult it was to hire a manager at all, and you suppose you have to (begrudgingly) thank him for bringing them into your life, since he’s the one who bagged them the backup singer gig.

A swell of color in your peripheral lets you know that she’s come near, but you don’t bother diverting attention from your search. This is such a common occurrence between you two that pleasantries are no longer required.

“And they were mighty generous with the tips! So me and the gals was thinking we should go somewhere to… celebrate…”

Hearing her trail off, you turn to find her staring at the new rose, her once-perky ears fallen limp. You click your tongue, remorse prickling your heart, though you’ve done nothing wrong.

“I’ll be alright, Lottie. Here,” You grab a wad of bills from your personal tip jar and fold them into her hand. “You take your sisters somewhere nice, my treat. As an apology for having to skip out tonight.”

When she doesn’t move from her spot, merely pouting at you with big, glistening eyes full of concern, you swaddle her in a hug. Fleecy strands of shell pink hair tickle your nose as she nestles her snout into your shoulder, squeezing you like a lifebuoy. Having her in your arms is a vital reminder as to why you continue to put up with everything. Lottie, Dottie and Mottie are your beloved friends– your family when you had none– and you are willing to do whatever is necessary to build a life with them.

“Are ya sure?”

“Positive. And if that bug gives you even a whiff of trouble, you come get me right away, got it?”

She laughs, the sound a balm to the ache of your worries. “He never gives us any trouble– n’fact, I haven’t heard ‘im say a single word!”

“Good. At least one of them has manners. Now go have fun!”

After a few more hugs and a promise to relay your apology to her sisters, she trots towards the entrance. Halfway through it, she pauses.

“Promise ya’ll play nice?”

An involuntary grimace twists your face, which you smooth immediately.

“I was planning on it,” you concede, earning an exhale of relief from Lottie.

“Thanks. Honestly, I’m kinda worried...” She leans against the doorframe, gaze trained on the checkered floor. “I see more and more of that Napoleon-wannabe’s goons lately. Do ya think he’s gettin’ antsy? It’s been real quiet since that incident with Dorelaine.”

Ah, the incident. It happened a handful of months ago; he refused to go into specifics, but what you’ve gathered from his gnomic recount and various news stories is that their rival organization– led by Ronald Dorelaine, a human man– planted explosives somewhere important, racking up thousands in damages and dismembering several puppets, left to be mended with those horrific stitches. You didn’t receive another rose until several weeks afterwards.

“I can’t be sure,” you admit. “He doesn’t tell me much about the goings-on of the ‘family’, not that I care to know. But I noticed he’s been more wound up lately… maybe they’re going to retaliate?”

A visible shudder travels through Lottie, and she tosses her head as if to ward off the gravity of your predicament. It was easier to ignore the implications when there wasn’t an active turf battle.

“You’re right, we should stay as far as we can from that nasty business. Wear the red, then. To butter ‘im up a little.” She offers you a conflicted half-smile, most likely holding herself back from proposing a makeover, before sidling out the door.

Glowering, you follow the advice, shucking your tight, shimmering stage outfit for the cozy cashmere you were eyeing before. Like I need to be reminded of his favorite color. I’ve practically lived in red since I met him. It inexplicably fits like a glove, as do all of the clothes you've been bestowed; for the sake of your sanity, you prevent yourself from delving too far into that subject.

As you fix the little bits of your appearance that got mussed up during your performance, you can’t help but contemplate hiding in your room until morning, even though you know it wouldn’t work– and you’d have to pay for a broken front door. Once every speck of lint has been removed and your ensemble is flawless, you steel your resolve with a hard look in the mirror. If things go south, at least you’ll make a gorgeous open casket.

You step into your shoes and out of the dressing room, swiping your bag and a matching hat from the plethora that dangle on knobs affixed to the wall along the way. The haze that eternally permeates the lounge envelops you as you walk, no longer springing tears to your eyes like it did so long ago, when you were a starry-eyed fledgling. Upon entering the foyer, you call out to the owner, Gene, who’s counting the register behind the bar.

“Hey, I’m heading out!”

“Geez, you’re in a hurry! Got a hot date or what?”

“Something like that,” you breathe, your nerves relighting tenfold now that you’re so close to the outside.

“Ahh, I getcha.” His amusement is clear, construing an innuendo within your words that is absolutely not there, but you’d rather die than clarify. “You did a great job today, you deserve it!”

Somehow, your admirer has managed to limbo directly under Gene’s nose; thus far he’s made no indication that he’s aware he has a very important patron. For a moment, you observe him, and see how he absentmindedly rubs the pocket of his button-up– where a polaroid of his two children is safely tucked away– and you decide that it’s probably for the best.

“Thanks, Gene. Have a good one.”

“You too!”

His reply barely reaches you as you cross the threshold from the comfort of your work into the cold, pensive night. A luckier soul may have suffered a fright when greeted with the colossal figure standing below the street light, carved with shadow, but it’s a familiar sight to you now. An inconspicuous black car is parked behind him.

“Hi Howdy.”

“Evening, Mx.” He bows slightly, whisking open the sleek passenger door which you reluctantly slide inside.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that. I do have a name.” It’s true. Being addressed formally by such an important figure imbues you a with a sick feeling, like he’s won, and you’ve already been initiated into this fucked up institution.

Though he waits for you to finish speaking before shutting you in, he doesn’t grace you with a response; not that you were expecting one. In all the times he’s escorted you to these duress-dates, as you’ve taken to calling them, he’s remained stoic to a mechanical degree, acknowledging your presence and nothing more. Thrashing, crying, screaming– you’ve tried everything to escape, and have never elicited a reaction more severe than that of a tired parent handling a tantrum. If you resist, he simply manhandles you. It’s hardly a fair match, with him having 4 arms and several feet of height on you, so you opt to reserve your energy for dealing with his headache of a boss.

When he hauls his many limbs onto the driver’s seat, the car lurches, too small to accommodate a puppet of his stature; he has to hunch forward to see the windshield, antennae pushed flat. You lean back and vacantly turn towards the window, wondering if cars big enough for someone like him to drive comfortably even exist while the engine rumbles to life.

The umbrous cityscape passes you by, inklings of humans and puppets flashing in and out of the darkness like ghosts. Thick boughs of red and green tinsel are strung across a few lamp posts, but by the end of the season they’ll all be covered. Dottie’s already triple checked that you and her sisters have one day of the annual Christmas market off, even though you strike the same deal with Gene every year; the four of you get Saturday, then he gets Sunday to take his family. It’s one of your favorite times of the year, if only because you get to experience the aura of wonder that enlivens Lottie when the first snow falls, Mottie’s timid wheedling to attend The Nutcracker, and Dottie’s alphabetically-organized checklist of fun winter activities.

Those cheerful thoughts are wiped away as Howdy turns into a private garage attached to a sleek, angular skyscraper. He parks in the spot nearest to the entrance, the first in a row of spaces labeled with metal “Reserved for Staff” signs, and circles the car to let you out. The sensation of him gingerly lifting you comes with no alarm; he always assists you up the concrete stairs leading to the elevator, as if you’re so physically inept you can’t handle 3 tiny steps. You assume his needless precaution is for the same reason he hasn’t beaten you yet despite defying him so often: boss’s orders.

With a reedy knell, the elevator glides open, and Howdy signals for you to go ahead. Once you’re both inside, he inserts a key and presses the button for the uppermost level. Expecting a noiseless ride, you tune into the low muzak emitting from the speakers, which makes you miss the first time he calls you.

“Mx.”

Startled, you swivel towards him. His steadfast profile is unreadable.

“Boss doesn’t know you’ve opposed him so vehemently in the past. Please keep that in mind tonight.”

The entrance broaches before you can interrogate him as to what the hell he means, granting you entry to a luxury penthouse laved in gold, ivory, and– of course– red. A glimmering chandelier suspends from the ornamental ceiling, bathing the antique furniture in an amber glow. If you hadn’t just ridden up the elevator, you would have assumed such a lavish drawing room belonged to an old mansion.

It’s something straight out of a romance novel, except instead of a chiseled, broody Italian, it’s a short puppet sitting at the marble-topped dining table. He lounges at the head in a slate blue silk suit with its jacket buttoned to the top; an honor seemingly reserved solely for you, because it’s the only way you’ve seen him wear it, despite street tales describing the way it billows from his shoulders as he stalks the town. Revealed by its plunged neckline is the collar of a white dress shirt embossed with rainbow pinstripes, and a red ascot neatly tied and pulled askant around his throat.

Wally Darling, in the felt: kingpin of The Neighborhood, and resident thorn in your side.

When you arrive, he rises to meet you, dismissing Howdy with a pointed glance; you’ve learned that the relationship between a crime lord and his loyal bandog transcends language. You watch him as he leaves through a pair of swinging doors to the left, his cryptic advice-slash-warning heavy on your mind.

And so, you find yourself alone with the most dangerous man in the city– puppet or otherwise.

“Good evening, dearest. I hope my gift found you well.”

The concept of personal space might as well be Greek to Wally, since he hasn’t once respected it from the day you had the misfortune of making his acquaintance. He crowds so close that you have to crane your neck to see his face, the heat emanating from him eliciting shivers in your chill-soaked body.

“Yes, thank you. It was quite a lively night,” you chirp, wielding a civil smile.

Although the contours of his wispy, coiffed curls only reach your ribs, he extends his arm to you, which you take with such a featherlight hold that you barely brush his sleeve. Rather than leading you to the dining table like you expected, you’re guided towards a small lounge area to the side, the crackling croon of Billie Holiday wafting over from a refurbished stereo console in the corner. Oh, great. He’s feeling sentimental.

“Would you indulge me with a dance before dinner?”

Don't have much of a choice, do I?

“I’d love to.”

Dancing with Wally is funny, in an ironic sort of way; it certainly caught you off guard the first time he asked. When you envision dancing with a powerful, deadly mobster, you think of being swept away, wrapped snugly by strong arms and a dastardly smirk, or perhaps something more courtly, like a waltz steered by a polite hand on your waist. Turns out both versions are incorrect.

Muscle memory ushers your arms open, and Wally falls into the space in between them– literally. Slack against you, his full weight is heftier than his height would imply, but not physically uncomfortable– emotionally and morally, however, are another story. An air of pure peace washes over him as his cheek nuzzles the underside of your chest, arms limp at his sides; you swear you even hear a little trill. Your face burns, but you say nothing as you begin to sway faintly to the beat, tracing a loop with your feet as you traipse along. Wally follows easily, tethered by the reluctant cage of your embrace.

“Do you remember the night we met?”

The query is felt more than heard, his gentle monotone muffled by the downy fabric of your garb. You huff softly to yourself, rustling a few gel-slick strands atop his pompadour.

“How could I forget?”

The day the infamous Mr. Darling appeared in your club, his two largest henchmen in tow, is burned into your brain like a regrettable tattoo; Gene was off, so you were covering entertainment for the night while the sisters managed the bar and floor. As you were singing the very song playing now, you detected a curious hush that had overtaken the throng of guests, and strained to cut through the stage glare and cigarette fog to locate the cause. Tracking the audience, who were all regarding the bar with varying amounts of subtlety, you nearly dropped the microphone when you saw the broad blue back of Barnaby B. Beagle, someone you’d only heard of in gossip. He gesticulated as he spoke boisterously to poor Mottie, who was as white as a sheet behind the counter. Situated a slight ways away was Howdy Pillar, who stood as motionless as a statue with both sets of forelimbs fastened behind him.

And then you noticed him. A puppet no more than 4 feet tall, but whose oppressive presence commanded full attention. He paid no mind to the (one-sided) conversation between his colleague and your friend– no, he was staring right at you. Boring into you so acutely that you felt pinned, compelled somehow to continue singing until the final note trickled away.

As if a spell had been broken, you leapt from the platform and scurried to Mottie, who stayed petrified even when you tried to covertly nudge her to the side. How avidly you wished a fissure would open beneath their shoes and swallow them whole; but, armed with years of appeasing difficult and sordid customers, you spoke.

“Evening, fellas. I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Barnaby, who had stopped talking when you rounded the bar, bellowed a laugh.

“Fellas?! Is that any way to greet the boss and I?"

He tilted forward with menacing glee, propped up by furry elbows as his claws scraped the laminate countertop. Each of his fangs were as big as your nose.

"Dontcha know who we are, toots? Or do ya just need a refresher on respect?"

The acrid smoke from his cigar blew directly into your face, making spikes of anger bubble in your belly as you choked back a cough. Just when you felt composed enough to reply, a surprisingly mellow voice chimed in.

"It's alright, Barnaby."

The shock slacking his jaw mirrored yours, although you hid it under a mask of cool indifference. You dared a glance at Mr. Darling, but the pressure of his peer chased your gaze back to Barnaby, who grumbled as he straightened back up. It was difficult to stay trained on his good eye, but you soldiered on. Fear was not something you could afford to show, and you knew you'd crumble if you peeked at the fabled gaping socket that he stapled open himself.

"I don't suppose you're Gene Clifton, aged 54, father of two, owner of this joint?" He joked, recovered from the flub.

"No, sir, but my banker would sure be happy if I was. Can I take down a message?"

"A message! I love this bird!" Snickering cruelly, he waved a flippant paw. "Y'should try that material on stage sometime, might bring ya more customers than the singing bit."

You sucked a sharp inhale up your nose. Serenity now.

"See, here's the problem. This is family territory, and in return for our protection, we charge a teensy fee. Now, we ain't unreasonable– we've sent ole Gene a few letters. And what’s our thanks for such humble hospitality? Zilch."

Oh dear. Gene doesn't bother investigating any mail the lounge receives before tossing it because it’s typically adverts. He definitely would've noted The Neighborhood's seal if he did. Regardless, the frank abuse of power only fanned your annoyance, obscuring your better judgment.

"What protection? I don't recall seeing any of your members patrolling outside. Besides, we didn’t ask for protection."

Mottie snapped towards you, looking as though she might faint. The corner of Barnaby's mouth twitched skyward, like he was hoping you'd argue, but his boss beat him to the punch.

"We can reach an agreement, I’m sure. I'd hate to see a family establishment go under, especially when they have such lovely entertainment."

Apparently Wally was so smitten that he'd accept your company in lieu of money, and so the agreement (if you can even call it that, since you were coerced) was this– whenever a rose was delivered to you, you'd attend a rendezvous with him. When you returned to your dressing room later that evening, you discovered the first gift of several: your vase.

“I knew because of your eyes.”

The floral wallpaper in front of you shifts back into focus, Wally’s voice shaking you from your recollection.

“Pardon?”

“That night, you drew me in; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else, least of all a petty protection tax. And I knew I had to have you when I met your eyes.” He sounds dreamy, reminiscing as you were before, though his framing of events is worlds apart from your own; he recalls a destined encounter with his future partner, whereas you mark it the day your wings were clipped for good.

“They shone like stars, even through the smog.”

It’s only after he’s finished that you realize you’ve stopped moving, wrapped in an intimate hug like true lovers. A strange mix of pride and disgust floods you at the compliment, stomach flip-flopping rapidly.

He untangles from you, receding so that only your hands remain connected. The newfound distance eases some of your tension, but to your horror, you find yourself mourning the loss of the husky scent of his cologne. Loath as you are to admit it, the bastard smells amazing: a dark, leathery swirl of apples and saffron that you’d buy out if someone turned it into a candle.

“Let’s not delay any longer. You must be starving.”

True to his gentlemanly veneer, he seats you at the table before settling himself. You don’t see him call, but a server emerges immediately from the doors through which Howdy left with a tray of appetizers.

There are two graces you award Wally Darling: his excellent taste in cologne, and his staff’s Michelen-quality fare. Though they adopt the four courses typical of fine dining, the dishes are more grounded, toeing the border between grandma and Gordon Ramsay perfectly. Truthfully, you’re not even sure what to categorize it as; virtually everything is transfigured into a jello, pie, or salad, harkening back to the post-war cookbooks you used to gawk at as a child in your late mother’s library. The yellowed pictures in those books appeared extremely unappetizing, but somehow The Neighborhood makes it work.

It could be because of an illusive member named Poppy, one of the 7 who make up Wally’s illustrious inner circle. She’s scarcely seen due to her fretful and skittish nature, but Wally lauds her cooking and baking skills, regaling you in the past with plenty of kitchen mishaps that occurred when she tried to decompress by experimenting with recipes and was interrupted by their more excitable comrades. If you remember correctly, he once told you that most of the menus in rotation were created by her.

The nature of these duress-dates is wholly dependent on Wally’s mood– if he’s happy, then he’ll gladly chat your ear off about frivolous happenings in his and his friends’ private lives, though he takes care to be shrewd with any details that dive too deep into the murky underbelly lying just below. If he’s unhappy, then they can be utterly unbearable; his mere existence puts you on edge, so it’s exponentially worse when he’s out of sorts, tone curt and glare fierce.

Thankfully, he’s amiable tonight. The first 3 courses march on without incident, and painless conversation flows between the two of you, even if he does most of the talking– you’re not exactly eager to share more than you have to. It’s when the server presents dessert that things go awry.

“Say, how are those triplets you work with doing?” Wally says, spooning at the Bananas Foster. “I haven’t had the pleasure of catching a performance since our mishap a while back. So much paperwork, so little time, you know how it is.”

The mention of both your friends and the aforementioned Dorelaine incident have you bristling reflexively, but you do your best to tamp it down.

“They’re well, overall. Sometimes it’s difficult for them– their manager’s a real piece of work, and we get all types at the lounge.”

“I see…”

He lets out a long “hmmmm”, like he’s reflecting on this information.

“My family has also come upon hard times. It can be… trying, sometimes, to guide my children. Especially now, when we are under unjust attack.” He confesses, wistfully resting his chin on a thread-scarred palm. “Every family requires a head, but what is a head without a neck?”

Unjust my ass. Still, the weird metaphor confuses you.

“A neck?”

At that, his catlike grin only grows. What is he talking about?

“Yes, a neck; that is, someone who supports the head. I care for my family, so it’s only right I am cared for in return, wouldn’t you say?”

Though the phrasing is puzzling, you’re fairly confident you can infer what he’s purposefully dangling in front of you, and oh, it makes your stomach plummet. Sweat breaks out underneath your suddenly-sweltering outfit; it's as if you've been tied to a railroad and have managed to divert the train through pure will for a year, but now it's steamrolling square for you. The anxiety of impending doom renders you mute, unable to piece together a coherent thought.

Taking your silence in stride, Wally leans forward, intense as he grasps your hand in both of his own. The yellow fuzz does nothing to help how clammy you feel.

“What I mean to say is, I think that it’s time to settle down."

No.

“Wh– what? Settle down how?”

“To get married, silly.”

You’re unable to help the gasp that escapes you. No, no, no!

“Get married? You mean– to me?!”

“Of course. I’ve been courting you all this time, haven’t I?”

You sputter, and he rubs your hand as if to soothe you. His many gold rings gleam under the chandelier, teasing a glimpse of your fate.

“I know in the beginning you weren’t receptive to the idea of this life, but I've shown you that I can provide for you better than anyone else.”

Your expression must betray your surprise, because he chuckles– a slow, stilted sound that sends gooseflesh blooming across your skin.

“You thought I didn’t know? Howdy may not have reported it– which I’ll rectify in due time– but I have eyes everywhere, dear. You’re quite the talented actor, though.”

That trademark simper melts into something beguiling; he cradles you as if you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held.

“I love you, and I will take care of you, as I ask you to do for me. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

An inviting facade of genuine affection, so ardent that you almost want to believe it. Wouldn’t that be the easiest path to take? To surrender to the hand that feeds, because where it strangles others, it caresses you sweetly? It’s more tempting than you’d ever divulge, because underneath the armor of aplomb you've so carefully forged, you're exhausted. This burden has been yours alone to bear– and what a bear it is, because if you mess up, the people you love could be injured, or worse. So much worse.

Perhaps sensing an opening, Wally continues.

“Be reasonable. The family welcomes you with open arms! Haven’t you missed having a family?"

The words stab you right through the heart, and your waning resolve springs back tenfold by the fury that ruddies your vision. When you rip your hand away, he makes no move to stop you.

"My friends are my family. I don’t want anyone else, especially not murderers!” You snarl. “You kill people– and torture and maim them! How can you expect me to accept this?!"

"All in a day's work when cleaning up the city, unfortunately," Wally hums. "I wish we didn't have to resort to such things, but you must understand. As it is, puppets are treated as less than, and hardship runs rampant for both humans and puppets alike. You’ve experienced these firsthand.” With the elegance of a master conman, he touches his chest in mock respire. “All we wish to do is provide a safe haven for those in need– somewhere to rest your bones, enjoy a hot meal, and where everyone accepts you as their own. A home.”

You abruptly stand up, feeling like you’re wound so taut that you could erupt at any moment. The mahogany chair behind you tips over from the force, striking the floor with a leaden thud, though the sound is deafened by the blood rushing in your ears.

“Bullshit! You don’t have to start a gang to combat discrimination or help suffering people! Maybe that spiel works on the poor saps you trick into doing your dirty work, but it won’t work on me. The answer is no.”

All is still for a moment as you struggle to calm your heaving breaths, trembling and locked in a quiet stalemate with Wally, who’s as relaxed as ever. Your attention flits from his right eye to where the left would be, if not for the lesion carved from a notch above his eyelid to an inch below, giving the illusion that what lies beneath is impaled.

Oh shit.

The magnitude of what just transpired comes crashing down as your adrenaline flushes out. After playing it safe for months– stomaching unwanted exorbitant gifts, being tailed by his employees, and rousted to innumerous “dates”– you just rejected Wally Darling in the most aggressive way possible. So you do the only thing that might garner you a chance to make it out of this alive: run.

You’re halfway across the room when 4 thick arms suddenly wrangle and force you to halt, a scream ripping itself from your throat out of fear. Can this motherfucker teleport now?! How the hell did he get here so fast?? Thrashing, you throw your head back to search Howdy’s face, desperate for an ounce of the sympathy he’d offered in the elevator, but it is in vain; his stony visage is impenetrable, as though it had never wavered.

“How about you sleep on it, hm? Think about all of your options. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to those little lambs when their adorable shepherd isn’t around to protect them.”

Delicate fingers cup your jaw, making you freeze as Wally stretches up to plant a faux-kiss on your cheek, complete with a small “mwah!”. You scowl daggers at him as he collects your hat from where it flew to the floor, dusts it off, and lovingly places it back on your head before giving you a few pats.

“Aw, don’t be that way, darling. I truly meant what I said; you have beautiful eyes. I can hardly wait to try one on.”

With a snap, you’re hauled over Howdy’s back and spirited out of the room, presumably to be transported to wherever you’ll be staying. Hopefully not Wally’s quarters.

It’s all too much; you feel like you’re trapped in a nightmare. How else did you expect this to end? You’re not sure. With all of the awful things he’s done, forcing you into marriage is not beyond him. You just thought you’d have more time: to plan, to save up enough money to take the girls and race to the hills.

Tears gather on your waterlines, and the minute your mouth wobbles, they spill ceaselessly. Full-bodied sobs wrack you, the pain of Howdy’s shoulder jutting into your midsection compounding the profound ache of sorrow. All this time, you’ve been trying to fight, but there was no fight to be had; it ended the moment his eyes found yours across the lounge that day.

#🐇 penned #🌈🖼️ wh #feat. some random ocs i made up for the sake of the fic #welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #x reader #reader-insert #yandere x reader #i love randomly throwing in ronald dorelaine #cause we have no idea who he is or what he's like #so he can be whatever i need him to be #yandere wally darling #yandere wally darling x reader #welcome home mob au #clownsuu

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toppersbitch · 1 year

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Hey!! I hope you are doing well!!! Is it possible for me to get "be a doll and do a spin for me, won’t you? you just look so adorable." with Topper, please? Thank you so much in advance!!! 💞

Spin for Me // Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: Midsummers was a disaster thanks to those damn Pouges, but Topper does his best to keep you happy

Word Count: 550

Warnings: swearing, tad bit of angst, nothing more this is just fluff

Prompt: "Be a doll and do a spin for me, won’t you? you just look so adorable."

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Standing around the Midsummer's event was the most boring part; your boyfriend was off goofing around with Kelce and Rafe, nowhere in sight. Random strangers and acquaintances would muddle around, engaging in dull conversations about your life plans.However, you looked forward to dancing with Topper. You looked forward to the slow songs, holding on tight to him while swaying back and forth. JJ ran right past you, his tray of drinks splashing onto you as he took a step forward, eyeing the tray of food. "What the fuck?" you mumbled, rolling your eyes. This night was just getting worse and worse. Wine soaked through your white dress—where the hell was Topper? You just wanted to go home. You stormed into the girl's bathroom, dabbing a wet napkin over the stains. It was a total loss. You pushed open the door, grabbed your phone from your purse, and prepared to text Topper. He stepped out of the men's locker room. "Hey, what's going on?" He was looking at your face, not noticing the huge stain on your dress. "Let's go dancing!" He reached out his hand for you to take. "No, I want to go home, Top." You tried to keep your tone even as his gaze settled on the stain. "Oh, it’s really not that bad." "It’s bad. Can you please just take me home?" You didn't let him finish. You turned on your heel and began walking to the front doors and out to Topper's car. He was trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He ran ahead, opening your door for you. The drive back to his house was silent, with no music, no humorous road rage, no nothing. You said nothing as you went inside and showered; you weren’t fuming anymore. You’d had time to rationalize your feelings. Midsummer was stupid anyway, and it happened every year. "Hey Top," you saw him sitting in his bed on his phone, "I’m sorry I snapped at you; I was just so frustrated with what happened and I’m sorry." "Wait, what happened?" He sat up, pulling you to sit next to him. "JJ fucking knocked a tray of drinks into me," you rolled your eyes as you finished. "Oh, I’m so going to get back at him for that," Topper stood abruptly, "that’s fucking bullshit." "Top," you said, grabbing his arm, "that's not even the issue." "Then what?" "I just really wanted to dance with you," you pouted. "I’m sorry, baby, I should've paid more attention to you." He kneeled in front of you on the bed, held your hand, and said, "Let's dance right now." He stood, pulling up classical music through the house speakers. "No, Topper, I'm only in a towel," he shrugged, looking you up and down. You shook your head intently; there was no way in hell you would dance in a bath towel. "Come on, baby, be a doll, and do a spin for me, won’t you?" He stretched out his hand and pulled you up. He spun you around and said, "Oh, you just look so adorable." He pulled you back into himself, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you. You lifted your arms around his neck, both of your heads resting on the other's shoulder. You placed a hand on the back of his head, playing with his soft hair as he swayed you two back and forth.

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This was such a cute little prompt to write! I hope you and everyone else enjoys <3

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demoiselettes · 1 year

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If your not doing match-ups you don’t have to do this!

Hi Nanako! It’s Yume, I’d to request a match-up. (I’m going to give you my irl appearance) Here’s some info about me:

~ I have short-ish brown hair and I have brown eyes

~ I have white skin (if you didn’t see my posts that show my hand or so)

~ I’m usually in oversized hoodies because I love them

~ I go by ‘Phi’ (I know my name is gonna get exposed or at least figured out)

~ I love hugs and cuddles

~ I like read, listen to music, and draw sometimes

~ My personality when I’m around people I don’t know; I’m really quiet and I only talk when I’m spoken to and I feel weird when I’m talking to someone I barely know

~ My personality when I’m around people I know/my friends; I’m really talkative and more happier

~ I like sleeping, playing with my sister, my plushies, and anything thing else that makes me happy and comfortable

~ I dislike loud noises, people against the LGBT community, racist and/or sexist people, getting up in the morning at an early time (but I don’t complain about it)

I think that’s everything I can put about me.

Also, I don’t care about who I get matched-up with, I just wanted to know who you would match me up with.

Have the nice day, Nanako! 💖💘💕💝💗💖💗💖💕💞💖💖

Eventide

I match you with you with Nezuko Kamado!

•The thing that did it for me, is you saying you love hugs & cuddles 🥺

•Nezuko loves showing affection to her loved ones and has no qualms submerging them with hugs

•Anytime you’re feeling down or really just minding your own business, she’s just jump on you and cuddle you, she’s a real cuddle monster

•Ahh nezuko would have no problem getting you to come out of your shell

•I assume you’d meet Tanjiro first, who’d then introduce you to Nezuko once he’s gotten comfortable with you

•Nezuko would pretty much rely on her brother’s opinions abt you to come up with her own opinions on you and lucky for you, Tanjiro seems to like you!!

•She would be pretty stiff at first, not really knowing how to approach you since you seem pretty timid and she doesn’t rlly understand how to get you to talk 😭

•In all honesty, it’d be after you’ve began opening up to Tanjiro that she’d be willing to spend more time around you

•You give off this super sweet and peaceful and familiar aura, one that Nezuko hasn’t felt in such a long time she can’t help being drawn to you

•Tanjiro definitely notices her being more comfortable around you and everytime he sees you giving her headpats, or her hugging you he dies a little of cuteness

•Most of the time spent with her is you ranting/ talking while occasionally utters little ‘mm’ or ‘hmp’

•You like sleeping? Nezuko too! you both take the longest fucking naps together and sometimes ppl have to poke you both to see if you’re alive she just rlly loves snuggling up to you

•See, Nezuko would probably have some level of experience with sewing dolls for her younger siblings, and she might just do that for you if she picks up on your penchant for plushies!! She might make ones that look like you and her

•She’s so in awe everytime you draw, she just stays by your side and stares at the paper with wide eyes (she’s pretty clumsy at it herself)

•She’d probs get angry at Zenitsu for being too loud if it bothers you and i cannot tell you how jealous that boy is of you 💀

•Also, don’t be surprised if you wake up covered in flowers braided in your hair/ flower crowns, she found out you look so pretty in them 🥺

#sorry this took me so long yu :(#nan’s eventide.#nezuko kamado matchup #nezuko kamado

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gigantomachy1916 · 1 year

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🤡🎢❌💞🤩

I'm saving the first two for last because my answers are loooong.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

Pregnancy, it gives me the ick! Also I don't like writing about healthy, well-adjusted people in happy relationships. Booooring.

💞 Who's your comfort character?

Loki from Marvel tbh. Coral Fang was mostly just me playing with him like a little doll, trying to put him into absurd situations and show different facets of him. Also L and Misa, and Villanelle from Killing Eve, and lots of others.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

As far as writing from their perspectives, I find L and Misa the easiest and most fun to write. I like writing his deductions because the way we think is pretty similar. With Misa, writing her is just like I'm indulging the bratty, attention-seeking 19 year old girl that still lives in my heart.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

Honestly there are so many parts of Coral Fang that were just me entertaining myself. I'm gonna be super self-indulgent and quote several, especially since most people who follow me on here just know my Death Note fics and might not have read it. (It's my longest fic and is about a broke punk dumbass accidentally putting Loki from Marvel in her debt and using that to make him be her friend. Then they bone a lot and get up to shenanigans.) This is gonna be a long response, sorry.

The opening line of Chapter 9:

Avery was not entirely sure if her biggest mistake had been taking Loki of Asgard to the aquarium, or if it had been smoking a metric fuckton of weed first, but either way, mistakes had been made.

From Chapter 17:

It was like a riddle. What do you get when you cross a magic alien god-prince with nearly a thousand micrograms of LSD? Hopefully the answer was not ‘Avery’s apartment being blown to pieces with Avery still inside it.’ But even if it was—fuck, what a way to go.

I had the time of my life writing Chapter 26 ("come back with a warrant"), when the Avengers track Loki to Avery's apartment, kick down her door, and attempt to "save" her from him. When Loki leaves, Avery accidentally reveals herself as his accomplice, and the Avengers decide to question her and search her apartment, leading to several incredible conversations:

Black Widow: [holding Avery's backpack, with $3600 in $20 bills inside of it] Care to explain how you got this? Avery: I'm a barista. People tip me. Black Widow: Lot of money for a barista. People tip you twenty dollar bills? Avery: [shrugging] Some of the money was a birthday present from my grandma. Black Widow: What about this? [sets a plastic baggie of weed on the table] Avery: ...That was also a birthday present from my grandma.

Then Captain America and Black Widow notice a bite mark on Avery's neck, pull off her hoodie, and find bruises all over her (from having rough sex with Loki while he was in his frost giant form).

Black Widow: [trying to be gentle and reassuring] Did Loki do this to you? It’s okay, you can tell us. Avery: No, I got the bruises at my fight club. Once a week, me and the ladies get together in a parking garage and beat the shit out of each other. Oh, fuck, I wasn't supposed to talk about that. Black Widow: [under her breath] God, she's worse than Tony. Captain America: You've clearly been bitten by something very recently, and whatever it was, it wasn't human. Avery: Oh, now that you mention it, that was Loki. Did you know that Loki’s actually a vampire? He’s been sucking my blood. He promised me that one day, if I’m a very good girl, he’ll make me a vampire, too.

But the scene that makes me absolutely crack up is in the following chapter, when, after they take Avery into SHIELD custody (where she says basically nothing to Director Fury other than "Lawyer" and "Go suck a bag of dicks"), Captain America tries to appeal to her conscience and get her to reveal Loki's plans.

Captain America: [finishing a very long, sincere speech] If you're afraid of Loki, we can take you into protective custody until he's caught and put behind bars. If you're protecting him for some reason, such as a, uh, personal relationship, all I can ask is that you think long and hard about what you are doing. You have a choice to make here, one that could potentially determine the fate of humanity, or at least the lives of a lot of human beings. I believe that, in your heart, you know the right thing to do. Avery: [voice shaking, looking at him trustingly] You promise you'll keep me safe? Captain America: Of course. You have nothing to be afraid of. Avery: Okay... I don't know what Loki is up to, exactly, but he did say something about his plan. Would that help? Captain America: Yes, anything you can tell us will help. Just tell us everything you know, no matter how little, and then you can go home. You have my word. Avery: From what I can remember… He told me the next thing he was going to do, after getting the scepter, would be to go get some Updog. Captain America: What’s Updog? Avery: Not much, dog. What’s up with you?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Coral Fang lmao. Avery passes out drunk in a park, wakes up to find Loki of Asgard standing over her, invites him to Waffle House, lets him crash on her couch, is granted one favor by him, immediately gets drunk again and uses it to ask him to carry a bookcase up the stairs to her apartment, and it goes from there. During the story, Avery and Loki: [SPOILERS AHEAD]

have a birthday party

watch terrible porn

go to the aquarium

rob various establishments, including a bank, a convenience store (just for slushies), and SHIELD

beat the shit out of some construction equipment with bats and pipes

regrow a forest

turn a man's beard into centipedes for catcalling them

read a lot of Kurt Vonnegut

take an insane amount of LSD

hold each other at knifepoint on numerous occasions

kidnap an internationally renowned scientist and drop him off in a random town in Wales

destroy Mount Rushmore

put a Waffle House at the bottom of the Grand Canyon

make a deal with an infinity stone

telepathically mind-meld with each other

travel into Thanos' mind and quote Game of Thrones at him

get Avery's mugshot in Time magazine

#ask response #thank you for asking!#death note #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #my fics #loki #now i kinda want to read coral fang #i've never read it all at once #just the individual chapters as i published them

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ithinkabouttzu · 1 year

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Can I request a BoB ship? I’m so excited to see what you might come up with 💗

I’m 5’2 with wavy ombré hair, blue eyes. I’ve always loved 1920s/vintage avante garde style. I never got into makeup personally but I love doing hair, especially my Gran’s hair (usually too lazy to do my own hair, though, lol)..

My pronouns; She/Her

My personality is pretty relaxed. Somewhere between an introvert and extrovert cause while I like to be alone, I can rant and tell stories for hours.

Hotheaded but I sometimes deny it, and pretty tough, adaptable. Fiery.

While I can talk about stuff I heard about/saw for hours, I’m pretty private when it comes to myself and don’t open up unless I’m comfortable with the person.

I’ve never been academic and prefer to do things with my hands.

Love spending time with my family and friends. Love music, especially rhythmic music. I like to just relax and eat good food, and I cook a ton.

My love languages probably acts of service and gift-giving from me but I love physical touch, and I’m a big hugger.

No rush 💛

Ships are fun to do, huh? I did a few in the past - very entertaining and fun to do! 💞

Thank you for your request lovely! And yes I love doing ships very much! 💗✨

I ship you with…

Bill Guarnere !

Song recommendation: Always - Daniel Caesar

- Okay you and him, would be such an attractive couple like omg, for example you know that once couple you are walking down the street and you’re just like, “damn”, well that’s exactly what people say when they see you two together

- Mans thinks you are absolutely GORGEOUS when he meets you, he just can’t pass up not shooting his shot at you, he will try the whole night just trying to make some sort of advances but i think you’d play into his game, being falsely oblivious to his charm, and making him think that you just saw him as friendly and not flirty

- And he would try so hard too 🤣, buying you drinks, trying to dance with you, like you were really making him work for it LMAO

- by the end of the night bro would be so fed up with trying to flirt he would be super bold and ask you out, “So doll, would you want to go out for dinner sometime?” AHHHH 😭

- When you guys did go out, he would try his absolute best to impress you, like taking you to a nice place, making sure to open your door, all that good stuff, he just really wants you to like him (he’s so cute 🥹)

- I think your guys personalities blend together so well, like you are the best part of his day, when he’s with you he just feels so much better, he can’t really explain why or how, but he just does

- he LOVES hearing you tell stories and things like that, that’s honestly y’all’s big thing in your guys relationship, just having deep talks/conversations about childhood, growing up, funny stories, scary stories, hopes, dreams, fears, all of it. You guys will get into long sessions of just talking to each other and both of you enjoy it so much

- okay if you really ask him to, he will let you do his hair 😭, maybe just a simple style, or if he needs to freshen his look up and doesn’t know how, he’ll ask you for an answer or some suggestions.

- At first, he was a bit timid about the whole hugging thing, like you’d come up at random with a big hug, and he’d just be over there like 😳 not knowing what to do, over time he just learns to love them as much as you do.

- He loves how fiery you are, you can be really passionate when you want something and that determination of yours is so attractive to Bill. (only when he’s not on the receiving end of it 🤣)

- when he is on the receiving end of it, arguments can be TOUGH, just because both of you can get pretty hotheaded when explaining something in an argument. Both of you know overtime now, just to walk away if you get super mad in hopes of not saying something stupid and regretting it later.

- Both of you are pretty family/friends oriented so spending time with each others family and even talking about having a little family of your guys own in the future is so nice

- You like to cook? Well your in luck because he likes to eat, when he first tries your cooking he will fall in love right then and there for a second time. On some nights he’ll just ask randomly for one of your dishes that he’s been craving real bad.

- He’s so cute at reminding you about how pretty and precious you are to him, he has such a soft spot for you and he will show it so much omg

- Both of you have some good taste of music, he also just loves playing music around the house so just in case, he might catch you dancing in which he finds EXTREMELY attractive

- If you ever give him a nice gift, or just anything thoughtful, his heart melt extremely quick, like he just gets so happy at the thought of you taking time out of your day to make something special, he will thank you again and again if you get him something

- He thinks it’s so sweet when you do other people hair, he doesn’t really know why but he thinks it’s so freaking sweet that you do it, just making someone feel pretty with their hair is so nice.

- Both of you are alike when it comes to doing hands - on things (😏) LOL you and him have quite a bit street smarts and do better in that then academics, both you guys can really relate to that.

- Overall you guys would be so cute together, like both of you are the refreshing part of the others day and it’s so nice 😭 he loves making sure that you’re happy and that you’re okay always and he just loves you so much

#ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers #band of brothers ship #bill guarnere

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drakendaydreams · 2 years

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Dirty December Day 25 || {1:25pm}

Control || {NSFW} x fem!Reader

A/N: There is no way in hell that Draken isn't a dominant so have a little fun as he takes that brat right out of you on this Christmas day. Merry Christmas to anyone that celebrates. 💞 If you want to be added to the taglist for Dirty December send me an ask or a DM. Age must be in bio or easily found to be added.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, power play, control kink, dom/sub, brat taming, offensive language (swearing), dirty talk, minors dni

Word Count: 1.7k

Dirty December Masterlist

If there was one thing that the two of you always fought over… it was any form of control in the bedroom. Both of you wanted to be the one in charge, proving to be a hard task. Draken sat in front of the television, the newest episode of one of the car shows that he watched was on and he was glued to the screen. You slowly made your way into the room and toward the couch, your mind on one thing and one thing only. The only thing that you knew would pull him away from the screen every single time. Sex.

You grabbed onto the arm of the couch and bit your lip, his eyes pulling to yours for only a moment. He tilted his head back and furrowed his brow. “What are you doing? Any particular reason you’re giving me that god damned look?” He couldn’t help the deep breath that he took, just the sight of your teeth sinking into your lip like that had his head spinning. “You really wanna do this right now? I’m trying to watch something, doll.”

You walked around the couch now that you had his attention, climbing over his lap as he clutched tighter to the beer in his hand. “Mmmm, are you sure you don’t want to do this?” You grabbed onto his shirt before running your hands down his chest. “Because I know you very well Ken Ryuguji. I know just how much you can’t resist a little fun.”

He grunted and chuckled through it, placing his beer on the stand beside the couch. “Are you trying to wake up the beast? Because that’s where you’re headed right now. You always know how to push those buttons.”

You ignored him, running your hands down his abdomen, scratching a little harder over his muscles. Draken’s hands quickly gripped your hips, squeezing roughly as he felt your nails. “Now would I ever do such a thing?”

Draken hissed as you placed your teeth to his neck, fuck, this was his torture for the day, huh? But there was no way he was going to give up control that easily. He never gave in that easily, no matter how much you teased him. Draken absolutely loved the sight of your sexy body bouncing up and down on his cock when he’d let you have that time… but today was just not one of those days.

Today he wanted to see exactly what you looked like at his mercy if you were going to do anything. You placed your hands on his chest and smirked at him. Just the sight of that damn smirk had him growling at you. Now that was no way for you to treat your dom, that was perfect bratty behavior and he wasn’t going to stand for it. Before you could say another word to him his hand shot up and grabbed ahold of your chin, squeezing it in his fingers. “Now listen here, are you sure that you wanna do this right now? Because let me tell you this… I’m not necessarily in the mood for your bratty shit tonight. Hear me?”

The look on his face made you whine a little, the feeling of his fingers squeezing around you making you swallow hard. You had chosen the wrong day to do this. His meeting had been long and rough earlier, none of the guys had wanted to cooperate and let them get through it, and now here he was with just as bratty of a wife to come home to. “I’ve had a long day and I’d love to sit and relax. One more word from your mouth and you know exactly what’s coming next.”

You smiled deviously, the gears in your head-turning. This was what you wanted him to do, to test the limits and see just how far he would let you go. You wanted him to be a mess under you, giving you complete control of the situation, but instead, you were stuck here just like this. Your thoughts on control were now out the window as you listened to him. He was angry, there was no denying it, so why did you want to push him farther? “Tell me, Kenny, what’s gonna happen next? I might need a reminder.”

A snarl formed from deep in his chest as he looked around the form, trying to figure out the best place to take you right now. “What’s gonna happen?” He laughed, a laugh that made you want to run and hide, one that you had very rarely ever heard from him, only when he was truly feeling angry or wanting to absolutely destroy something. “Well, if you absolutely want the reminder then I think it’s time I gave it to you.” He grabbed your waist and lifted you from his lap, standing from the couch with you. “If this is really how you want to be then I’m gonna have to fuck that brat right out of you, aren’t I?” His hand came up and back down harshly on the exposed skin of your ass hanging through your shorts. “That’s my favorite fucking thing to do, now isn’t it, dollface?”

Draken tossed you back onto the couch and grabbed your chin, narrowing his eyes. “Get the fuck up and turn around, put that pretty little ass in the air for me. Now.”

You whined as he let go, turning around on the couch and pushing your ass back for him. You wiggled a little and watched his eyes follow your body, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His hands gripped your waist as he pushed his hips forward into you, watching your push forward against the couch with a grin. He ground his hips against your ass, your eyes peeking over your shoulder with a pleading look in them. The feeling of his bulge rubbing against your clothed sex made your loins ache for him. “Drak… don’t be like that.”

He huffed and leaned over you, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down your legs. Your words had set something off in him, the nerve that you had to tell him not to do something. To tell him not to tease you. Who did you think that you were? “Did you just tell me what to do, Y/n?” He rubbed his hand over the skin of your ass before bringing his hand down on it with force. “Because I think I might have heard you wrong, right?” Draken’s hand slid between your legs, his fingers pushing your panties to the side as he rubbed against your folds. Your legs grew weak as he pushed his digits inside your core, moving them slow enough to have you writhing.

You pushed your hips back quickly, trying to get him to move his fingers quicker. “Draken…”

He stopped you with another harsh slap to the ass. “Uh, uh. If you want something then you know exactly what you have to do for it. I wanna hear this pretty little bird beg for it. I wanna hear you plead with me. I think it’s only fair after trying to put me through my hell with the day I’ve already had.” He pulled his fingers away, all pleasure leaving you as he stepped back and crossed his arms. “Now get singing, baby love.”

You cried out as you lost everything, looking back over your shoulder at him. Draken pushed his sweatpants down his legs, grasping his erect cock and stroking as he watched you, the agony on your face making him buck his hips forward into his own hand. “P-please, Kenny. I-I need it. Need you so bad.” You wiggled your hips for him and gave him the best puppy eyes that you could. “Need your cock so bad.”

That was all it took as he stepped back toward you, his hands grabbing onto your hips as he lined his cock up with your entrance. “That’s more fucking like it.” His strong hands ran up your sides, pulling you back toward him as he thrust into your, bliss coursing through every inch of your being. Every thrust was perfect as he leaned into you, placing kisses down your back, right to the crack of your ass. “Look at you, falling apart and I’ve barely even started. Is my fat cock really that good for you?”

You whimpered as he grabbed a fist full of your hair, tugging it to pull your head back, the look of the small tears forming in the corner of your eyes fueling him even more. “F-fuck, so good.” Your voice was full of lust and passion as he kept his grip on you.

Your walls were quickly closing around him, squeezing his girth as he pounded his hips into yours. Every small grunt that left him mixed perfectly with your sinful mewls and the sound of skin slapping against skin that filled the living room. One particular roll of his hips had you screaming, his name rolling off your tongue sensually as he continued to rut his hips into you. Your walls were suffocating him, making it hard for him to hold onto himself as he pounded against you. The low growls from his chest had you reeling as you finally let yourself go, your cunt quivered as you came on his shaft. Ecstacy rolled through you and the feeling of cock twitching against your walls made you whimper as he spilled himself out inside of you. Your body would have collapsed on top of the couch if Draken hadn’t helped you stay upright. Your legs were weak as he scooped you up and laid you down on the couch.

If there was one thing that you could always count on with Draken, no matter how angry he had been, it was that he would always give you the best aftercare when he was done with you. Draken pulled his sweatpants back up and helped you get your shorts up before climbing onto the couch with you. He grabbed onto you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the side of your head as he pulled you close to him. He would keep you there as long as you’d let him, telling you over and over again just how much he loved you and how much you meant to him.

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lsk3nn3dys · 3 years

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Heeey, can i have a Mirio x Fem!Reader Fic? Idc what is it about, you write so good so it will be obviously perfect! 💞

Mirio Togata x Fem!Reader

Just some fluff

Summary: Mirio asks the reader if she would want to help him babysit Eri, which she agrees to of course.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Me not starting to simp for this man because of this, no, of course not. Anyway, I hope you like it!! Sorry, I took so long to write it. My professors just kinda dumped a lot of work on me, so…yeah. Enjoy!!

How could you say no when Mirio asked if you wanted to join him to hang out with Eri? You love Mirio, so of course, you would say yes. You hadn’t talked to Eri much, but coming from Mirio, she is adorable. When he told you about her past, you remember how sad you felt for her. Mirio reassured you when he said it’s your guys’ mission to help her be happy, which you obviously accepted.

So now you’re waiting outside of the class 1-A dorm waiting for Mirio, so you both can go in together. Mr. Aizawa has his own apartment inside the class 1-A dorm where he and Eri live. You wanted to get to the entrance early because of your excitement and nerves. You’re excited to spend time with Mirio and Eri, and you’re nervous because you want Eri to like you. As you think about all this, Mirio finally comes running over to you. His hair is slightly out of place, but his clothes are still pristine.

“Hey, I hope I didn’t make you wait. I just overslept just a little,” Mirio chirps. You laugh a bit.

“Why did you oversleep?” you ask. He gives you an embarrassed look and scratches the back of his neck.

“I was just so excited for today that I couldn’t sleep. I also came up with a list of fun activities we can do with Eri,” Mirio fishes in his pocket for a piece of paper that he shows you. There are about 25 different activities to choose from. He really went all out.

“Oh, wow, you really came up with a lot of stuff,” you can go over everything.

“I know; I just couldn’t help myself,” he shrugs. You pat his shoulder as an encouragement.

“Well, it’s good that you’re prepared,” you praise. He blushes.

“Aw, thank you, Y/N,” he scratches his neck again. You think about your earlier thoughts again, which must’ve changed your facial expression because Mirio’s demeanor changes. “Hey, are you alright?” You try to return to your chipper self.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine,” you lie. He sees through your lie.

“I don’t know. You’re kinda frowny,” he says. You smile at his cuteness.

“I’m just worried that Eri won’t want to talk to me,” you admit. He gives you a big smile.

“What? She’ll love you! You’re the sweetest girl ever. Trust me, she’s gonna love you. Although I will say she might be a bit shy at first, after she warms up to you…everything will be fine,” Mirio comforts you by patting your head.

“Thanks, Mirio,” you smile back. He stops patting you and looks to the dorm.

“Now, let’s get going then,” Mirio begins knocking on the dorm door as you stand beside him. After a few minutes, Mr. Aizawa opens the door with his hair tied back in a bun and wearing a black shirt and brown pants, just his regular clothes. “Hello, Mr. Aizawa, sir. We’re here to hang out with Eri.”

“Thank you for doing this on such short notice,” Mr. Aizawa says as he steps aside to let you in.

“Don’t even mention it,” Mirio waves a hand.

“Yeah, we’re happy to do it,” you respond.

“Thank you,” Mr. Aizawa thanks you both again. “I’ll be back by around 6.” Mirio gives Mr. Aizawa a salute.

“Sounds good, sir,” Mirio says, and you giggle. Mr. Aizawa leaves for a mission, and you go to find Eri. You look around the standard room and see that the dorm is empty. The students are all gone, and it’s just you, Mirio, and Eri. You see Eri sitting on the sofa, playing with some dolls. You hang back as Mirio bubbly walks over to her. “Heya, Eri! Whatcha doing?”

“Uh, hello,” she greets shyly. “I’m just playing with my dollies.” Mirio sits beside her and ushers you to join him. You hesitantly sit beside him with Mirio in the middle on the sofa.

“Can we play too?” Mirio asks and gestures to you. Eri nods, and everyone moves to the floor for more room. She has a cat stuffed animal, a pink stuffed hamster, and a small plastic peacock, Mirio gets the hamster, and you get the peacock. “So, what’s the storyline?”

“Peacock and Hammy are trying to have a party for Miss Kitty because it’s her birthday,” Eri replies.

“Oh,” Mirio says. “Well, we gotta ensure Miss Kitty’s surprise party is amazing.”

“Yeah, yes, we gotta make sure,” you reply nervously. Mirio gives you a small encouraging smile to try to calm you.

“Hey, Eri, how ‘bout we get some food for the party?” he asks. Eri nods with a cute smile. He’s so good with kids, you think, looking at him. “Come on, Y/N. It’s time to show off your cooking skills!” He grabs both you and Eri as he rises from his seat.

“Oh, I’ll try my best,” you say, a bit flustered. He leads everyone to the kitchen, and everyone searches the cupboard, fridge, and cabinets to find some ingredients. You’re looking to find something simple to make. Eri’s looking through the refrigerator as Mirio slips next to you.

“Hey, how’re you doin’?” he asks, patting your back softly.

“I’m okay,” you say.

“You still seem a bit nervous,” Mirio observes.

“Do I? Was it that obvious?” you ask. He laughs a bit.

“Don’t worry, you can help Eri with some cooking. I know you like to cook, so I thought it’d be a great way for you both to become friends,” he says. You look at his pocket and then back at him.

“Was this on your list?” you ask.

“Yup, it’s number 12,” he chirps. He goes back to his sympathetic self immediately after, though. “And don’t worry, it’s going to be okay. You’re super friendly and loving, and Eri will see that.” You look away from him, all nervous.

“I found some milk for us,” Eri says, turning to you both. Mirio returns to his super bubbly self.

“Awesome, Eri! We just need to find something to go with it!” he cheers. You’re still at the cabinets feeling hot.

Eventually, you all agree to make chocolate chip cookies since there’s a mix in the cupboard. Mirio hangs back this time and lets you take the lead as you help Eri with the ingredients. You help her with cracking the eggs and mixing the batter. Finally, you put the cookies on a tray in the oven.

“Okay, now after that, we just put it in the oven for a bit,” you open the oven up.

“Okay,” Eri replies, watching you put them in.

“We should set up for the party until then,” Mirio suggests. Eri bobs over to Mirio and agrees. “Come on, we should make a blanket fort with lights.”

“Yeah!” Eri gives him a bright smile.

“Let’s go find some blankets we can use,” he suggests. Eri beams again.

“I have one in my room. I’ll be right back!” Eri rushes away to a room that you assume is hers. Mirio goes over to you again.

“Hey, you’re doing amazing,” Mirio says.

“Thanks, Mirio,” you reply. “I hope the cookies will come out good.”

“Of course they will! You guys made them, so they’ll be amazing,” he praises and takes your hands into his.

“Mirio…” you mumble. You both begin to lean toward one another, about to kiss. It’s going to be your first kiss with him. It’s going to be—

“I have my blankie!!” Eri shouts from the hallway as she approaches the kitchen. You and Mirio separate quickly. Mirio’s nerves disappear relatively fast.

“That’s great!! We just need to find some lights,” Mirio says. You’re still in shock from the almost kiss.

“I think there are some lights from Christmas,” Eri suggests.

“Amazing! We’ll just borrow those,” Mirio chirps. “I’ll grab the lights, and you and Y/N can set up the blanket fort, okay?” You and Eri both nod as Mirio leaves to find the Christmas lights.

“So…I think we should use the chairs in here for the fort, you know, to hold up the blanket. We can still have the party in the living room,” you ramble, and Eri doesn’t say anything. You don’t say much more, and the two of you grab chairs and hurry to the living room to set up. As you’re draping the blanket over the chairs, your thoughts go a mile a minute. What should I talk to her about? I don’t want her to be nervous. I also don’t want to upset her. Maybe I should—

“Are you and Mr. Mirio boyfriend and girlfriend?” Eri asks you. Silence.

“Uh, well, I mean, we’re…it’s…we haven’t…I’m not…we’re not,” you stop. “I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Eri mumbles. You put your hands up and jazz them.

“No, no, you don’t need to apologize,” you splurge. You both continue setting everything up in silence. Oh great, I’m totally blowing this, you think. After a while of silent work, Mirio finally returns with the lights all draped and tangled on him.

“Luckily, I found the lights you were talking about, Eri, but I’m a bit stuck in them,” Mirio laughs. Eri giggles at his predicament. “I think I’ll need some help.” He shakes his arms a bit, and the lights rattling are heard. You and Eri both head over to him and help him get untangled. He’s laughing and joking all the way through. That is one of the things you love about Mirio; he’s always able to be jovial in any situation. It doesn’t take long for you both to get him untangled, and he’s quick to run over to the blanket fort to set up the lights. His reasoning: “to ensure he doesn’t get tangled again.” You get the cookies out of the oven, put them on plates, and return to Mirio and Eri, sitting in the fort. The three of you get the small toys you played with earlier and sit together with their birthday presents for Miss Kitty. You and Mirio grab the cookies and milk for the festivities, and the party begins. The party starts with a surprise for Miss Kitty, which she is pleased about. Hammy and Peacock give Miss Kitty imaginary gifts of money and new clothes. The three of you enjoy the party and cookies. It’s very much a success.

After the party, Eri suggests you watch a movie while cleaning up. She picks a Disney movie while you and Mirio do the dishes.

“Your cookies were amazing!” he cheers, looking at you. “Not that it’s surprising since you’re amazing at baking.”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” you reply. “I wanted to make sure they were perfect for Eri.”

“I really want to thank you for helping me out today. I was a bit nervous about coming,” Mirio confesses. You look over at him now, surprised.

“Nervous? You?” you ask.

“Well, sure. Eri’s been through a lot, and I sometimes think my presence reminds her of what she went through during the rescue mission,” Mirio doesn’t look at you and instead washes a plate. So you put your plate and sponge down while looking at him.

“Mirio. I…I’m sure she doesn’t feel that way. You saved her. You were her beacon of hope. You…you were the sunshine in her dark life. You introduced her to a new, happier life. I’m sure she knows that, and you should too,” you ramble, but you really mean it. He stops, too, and gives you a small smile.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Mirio says.

“Well, it’s true,” you shrug. “Anyway, we should probably hurry with the dishes.”

“Sure thing, I love the movie Peter Pan, and I’m glad Eri picked it,” he says, and you both resume your washing.

“Yeah, it’s an excellent movie,” you reply.

“Hey, Y/N,” Mirio whispers. You look at him, and he kisses you. You’re caught off guard but immediately drop all shock and melt into the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he places his hands on his waist. You both break away after a few seconds and touch your foreheads together. The first kiss was perfect. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply. Then, you both separate but still hold hands to keep a closeness.

“Let’s go watch some Peter Pan,” he leads you back to Eri, and the two of you sit with her, watching the movie.

I hope you like it!! ❤️❤️

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