#metal bat scenarios

[animeficsworld]

Babysitter

Metal Bat x Reader

Summary:  You are the babysitter of the one and only Metal Bat's little sister. But what happens when a certain man starts liking you?

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Zenko specifically asked for you.

She wanted you to be her babysitter since she liked you so much. You met her when she was waiting for her brother to pick her up, you were concerned to see a child alone so you walked up to her.

You noticed that she was a very strong person immediately. And so, you agreed to be there for her.

She needed you a lot, when she had practice or when her brother was busy with his hero stuff, you took care of her.

And while you looked after Zenko, a certain hero had his eyes on you. But of course, you didn't know about that. You would have never thought that a man like Bad will like you, so you just contiued with your secret crush.

One time you went to pick up Zenko after her practice, when you noticed Bad standing there. 

"Oh." you said as he looked at you. 

"Y/N."

"Hello Bad. I thought I will have to pick Zenko up."

"I didn't have anything to do so I came, I should have called you not to come." 

"It's okay, I promised her that we would stop at the donut shop in front of the station, will you join us?" He looked a bit surprised. 

"You shouldn't treat her this many time. I heard you treated her to ice cream the other day."

"It's okay, I like spending time with her."

"At least let me pay you back." he said as he reached for his wallet. 

"No no. It's really okay."

There was a moment of silence as you just stood there next to each other, waiting for Zenko. You finally decided to speak up.

"You know, Bad. Your sister is really something. She's so fierce, independent, I envy her, she's so fearless. I'm very thankful and happy that she asked me to look after her whenever I can." 

"I like you." you looked up at the hero standing next to you, you were shocked. Did you hear him correctly?

"Huh?"

"I like you, Y/N. Please go out with me." you could only blink.

"Onii-chan!" You suddenly heard Zenko. She rushed to her brother and hugged his leg. Then she looked at you. "Why is your face so red, Y/N-chan?" The siblings looked at you and this only made it worse.

"N-Nothing. It's nothing. I'm just...hot. Yeah, I think I shouldn't have worn a thick jacket." you laughed awkwardly. 

"Well, Onii-chan, Y/N-chan promised donuts for me, so I'm going."

Zenko grabbed his brother's and your hand and lead you in the direction of the store. You were still shocked about Bad's confession. It wasn't that you didn't like him, you did, it was just that you really didn't expect him to say something like that.

In the end, Bad paid for all of your food and drinks. As all three of you sat at a table, eating while Zenko talked about her day.

Then when she left to go to the bathroom, the silence between you two continued. You knew you needed to do something or he might get the wrong idea.

"B-Bad...I-I don't know how to say this, you, an S class hero, liking me, you shocked me. B-but I don't hate it. I also like you, it's just that I'm a bit ner-" you couldn't finish your sentence as he leaned over the table and kissed you on the lips. His lips were smooth. And when he pulled back he was blushing a bit.

"I'll take you on a date. I'll text you details later."

"O-Uhm. Okay." you said, blushing madly.

Zenko arrived back and both of you pretended like nothing happened. 

***

You didn't even notice, but only a week later, you were waiting for Bad under the Christmas tree at the station. He still had five minutes to arrive. He said he will take you on a cosy date.

"Y/N!" you heard him yell. "You look beautiful." he said. a slight pink tint on his face, you assumed it was because of the cold weather.  

"Thank you." although he was wearing his usual black trousers with his red shirt under, he wore a jacket today. And of course, his bat was right in his hand. 

"I hope you like hot chocolate." he said as he started to walk with you following him.

"I do."

He bought you a hot chocolate which almost burnt your tongue, it was so hot. During the date you talked about yourself and so did he, you got to know each other better. You learned that he actually was a very soft person although his attitude and the way he spoke was telling you otherwise.

Bad really was an amazing person, and you felt very lucky to spend time with him, that is until a group of his fans decided to come up to you.

You would never mind fans, but they weren't nice. They kept on shoving you further away from him until you weren't even close. You decided to just wait out what would happen and stood there. You watched as they all drolled over him, some even touched him, that not only bothered you, but him as well.

"STOP!" he yelled and the girls got shocked. "I have a date, and you are taking it too far. I don't mind pictures or whatever, but now you need to leave!" he didn't even wait as he pushed the girls away and grabbed your hand, walking away. His other hand was gripping his bat in anger. Soon the two of you arrived at a rather isolated place. 

"Thank you." you said so softly he barely heard you, but he did. You stopped in front of you and just stood there for a second before he turned around to face you.

"You are beautiful." he said as snow began to fall. 

You decided not to say anything, you pulled him close by his shirt and kissed him. You closed this eyes and let your feelings get the best of you. You only heard your heartbeat and when he wrapped his arms around you, you hear him drop his bat. 

You were so glad that you became Zenko's babysitter, now you knew you needed to find a way to tell her that you fell in love with her brother.

#metal bat #metal bat x you #metal bat x reader #one punch man #metal bat x fem reader #metal bat imagine #metal bat imagines #anime imagines #anime scenarios #anime #anime fanfiction #anime fanfic #anime x reader #metal bat scenario #metal bat scenarios #one punch man imagine #one punch man imagines #one punch man fanfiction #one punch man fanfic #one punch man x reader #one punch man metal bat

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 4

Typical "sacrificed to the ghost king" scenario except thier technically being sacrificed to the "endless green of the void" aka the Ghost Zone itself and it just dgaf so when these guys land in Dannys front yard in the gz he sends them home immediately

Just

Batman: *gets sacrificed and thrown into the void*

Batfam: *were too late to stop it* Noooooo!

Batman: returns literally a moment later confused and with a post it note saying "✨ no ✨" complete with hand drawn sparkles ✨ stuck to his forehead.

The bats lose it a little as they finished beating up the bad guys.

Somehow it turns into the bats "sacrificing" themselves to the void just to see what kind of rejection they get.

Nightwing got sent back with a note that said "lol" and nothing else

Black bat got a note saying "No, thank you"

Red Hood got a "Tempting, but no"

Spoiler got a talking Barney the Dinosaur toy but the only sounds it would make were very accurate explosions

Red Robin was sent back with like, 12 flavors of lip balm in black metal tubes. No one recognized what brand they might be from and with a bit of reverse engineering Red discovered there were hidden laser blasters inside of each of them that would be used discretely. He got freaking secret agent gear wtf.

Robin got sent back with a uno reverse card taped to his back and a glowing green bunny with blank red eyes in his arms. He has no idea where the bunny came from but wasn't complaining. It was very fluffy and loved to give him kisses.

For some reason it freaked out both Drake and Todd though.

Phantom was just wondering why so many people were sacrificing themselves to him via the "sacrificial bride" ritual. He wasn't even anyone important so why send them to his territory in the Ghost Zone???

After this happened several more times Danny decided the next time one of the cute superheros his age got sent here he would ask them out on a date. Via ghostly "check yes or no" letter style of course. Thier date will be the first time they meet.

#halloween prompts #prompts #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #fanfiction prompts #batman #batman does it a second time and gets literally yeeted back with a note that says *YEET* on it #NOT ghost king #thats the beauty of this prompt #danny is just a random ghost/halfa who essentially keeps getting people dumped in his front yard

[halfghostwriter]

Danny had been planning this vacation for months, and Ancients did he plan to make the most of it. His friends and parents all agreed to keep Amity safe while he’s gone for the summer, and he had Clockwork to tell him when it was time to portal back home. As he floated towards a natural portal in the ghost zone (because it’s far more fun when the destination is a surprise), he began shifting his form. He had been dealing with so much both as a human and as a ghost. School, fights, teen drama, hunters— but not this summer! This summer, it’s going to be different! He won’t have to worry about human or ghost problems, because this summer, he’s not going to be either! He’s going to be…

A Little Creature™️.

He doesn’t use his “compact” form very often, since it dampens his powers and takes away his ability to talk. But, on this vacation, he won’t need his powers. He can just wander around an unknown dimension, steal some food, sleep in a cardboard box. If he actually needs to be human for something, he can switch back no problem. But honestly? It’s fun being a little guy, even if being a little guy does make him kinda stupid. (He got stuck in a cardboard tube the first time he went into his little form. He was stuck for half an hour. Didn’t even think to phase out of it. As soon as he was pulled out of the tube, he went right back in and got stuck again). Plus, he can stay in this form for an incredibly long time— he doesn’t even switch back when he’s hurt! (Which no, it was not fun to learn that, but good to know)

Shifting into his compact form, Danny slips through the portal and finds himself wading through a big pool of stuff that seems like ectoplasm, but slightly to the left. Like yeah, it’s technically ectoplasm, the same way a carton of milk set out in the sun for three days is technically milk. Not fun to play in, horrible to eat.

As Danny pulls himself out of the gross, bubbling “ectoplasm” pool, shaking himself off, he sees some sort of big fight going down. Bunch of people with swords, some big guy dressed as a bat, some kid dressed as a traffic light. He considers stepping in for a moment, but… no. This is his vacation. Not his dimension, not his problem. Just be a Little Creature™️. He sees a bat-shaped piece of metal at his feet. He knows exactly what a Little Creature™️ would do in this scenario.

He hits it.

Then he hits it again.

Then he hits it again, and again, and again and again and again and he grabs it and bites it and rolls around with it and tail slaps it and bites it and bites it and bites it and bites it and then he almost gets stepped on.

Danny looks up from his toy to see the kid dressed as a traffic light staring down at him. The kid tries to grab the toy away from Danny only to be met by the fierce batting of his little paws. The kid moves his hand close a couple more times, and each time he’s fought off valiantly by Danny’s little paw smacks. He’s not sure why the kid looks like he’s smiling when he’s so clearly losing this battle. The kid gets distracted by the guy in the bat costume calling out to him, and Danny takes this opportunity to continue biting the bat toy, rolling with it and biting it and batting it and biting it and why is he being carried away by the kid.

Danny looks around and sees that the kid is carrying him into a big plane being piloted by the guy in the bat suit. Then he’s shoved under the kid’s cape, and he doesn’t really see too much for a few minutes. He chirps at the kid, and is met with a soft yet quick “shhh!” He waits until he can feel the plane they’re in take off to peek out of the cape and look out the window.

He can see the large pool— though it’s more of a pit, now that he sees the whole thing— that he arrived through, as well as a bunch of people running away from it. Not sure why though, it’s just a bubbling—

Ah.

It blew up.

… Danny hides a bit further in the cape, clutching his bat toy a little tighter. He wound up in a very comfortable position, which made him just… a little sleepy…

Danny woke up wrapped in the cape, held by the kid, surrounded by a shocking number of people all yelling something about a “tiny pet pit demon.”

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc fanfic #dpxdc #little baby man #little baby man danny #little baby man vacation

[halfagone]

One of the things I love the most about AUs where Danny moves to Gotham City is how easily he fits in. There are AUs where Danny makes a statement and gets noticed for the great guy he is and I enjoy those too, but I love the AUs where Danny fits in as if he's always been here. Where he doesn't stand out, doesn't make a statement.

There is something so quietly compelling about this transition in Danny's life. Danny has always stood out in a negative way. His parents are the town hacks, his sister is a genius that he'll never compare to. Friends who create rallies for their respective causes and actually makes people listen. Even amongst the outsiders, Danny sticks out like a sore thumb.

Danny likes Paulina because it's safe. Anyone would have a crush on the most popular girl in school. That's expected, that's normal. Of course he wants to be popular, what kid doesn't want to be popular?

The A-Listers stand out, not because they're particularly special, but because everyone else has set the standard that only they can reach. They present these kids as what every student should be, and everyone else is just failing to reach their level.

Danny has always striven for normalcy but the only way to achieve it is to fundamentally change who he is and he can't. No matter how hard he tries he can't be that person. He can try, and god has he tried, but he can't change who he is.

And then Danny moves to Gotham.

You can use all sorts of reasons for the move. Maybe this is a scenario where a reveal goes sideways and Danny has to flee. Maybe he has a bad breakup and he wants a fresh start. Maybe he's going to college out-of-state. Maybe he received a promotion at work and his boss wants him to manage the new Gotham branch.

No matter what reason you use, it all leads back to square one. Danny is in a city where he hardly knows anyone, but has heard all the horror stories for. The crime here is nothing like he's ever experienced before. At least with the ghosts, Danny knew they were coming thanks to his ghost sense. He doesn't always get the same courtesy with Arkham breakouts.

But he adapts. It's his specialty. He adapts to new powers and new enemies all the time, he can adapt here too. Human crime might not be his specialty but he knows how to protect himself. And for once he doesn't stand out for it.

Danny is paranoid and hypervigilant? Don't worry, most people here are. They have to be. Danny has scars on his knuckles from fighting ghosts? That's not the mark of a troublemaker, that's the mark of a survivor. Danny keeps a metal baseball bat by his front door? Okay, maybe that's a little strange; most people keep their weapons by their bed.

The point is that all these habits ingrained in Danny's psyche aren't out of place in Gotham. Here, no one thinks strangely of his behavior because they've all developed habits to help them survive. There is a different normal here in Gotham, a different standard, and for once Danny can reach it.

For once Danny is normal and he didn't have to change himself in any way to achieve it. It's proof that there was never anything wrong with him. He just didn't fit in with Amity Park anymore, but there is a place out there where he can.

Gotham City might not have been the home he grew up in, but it's accepted him more than the one he left behind. On the outside, this community might seem rough and harsh and brutal. But these people understand Danny better than anyone else could, because they know what it feels like to fight every day just to survive.

And I think there's something so cathartic about leaving one home, and all the fears that come with that, only to find a better one you never thought you could have.

I don't know. It's just so personal to me.

#dpxdc #halfagone rambles #character analysis #dpxdc au #danny fenton

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

the article tho lmfaoooo

"KEI Announces 2025 Series Reboot for Netflix

by Becky Rosen, Variety

A reboot of the long running CW series Supernatural is moving forward at Netflix, slated for 2025.

Creator and showrunner Eric Kripke of Kripke Enterprises Scrap Metal & Entertainment. Inc. announced the series Supernatural: Resurrection will be a "reimagining of the fan-favorite show which is currently the longest-running US sci-fi network television show in history.

"The original 15 seasons were basically shot as a proof of concept more than as a real series. By the end we realized this show's strength is in its world-building and the actors, essentially replaceable. This reboot of Supernatural will be a bold take on the series, featuring an all-female cust. Samantha, Deanna, and Cass will be supported by their friends Alexa and Bobbi. It'll basically be like the Ghostbusters female reboot, bat in the Supernatural universe-very on-trend for today's audiences.

I've had multiple conversations with Jensen Ackles about this new direction. We didn't see eye to eye at first, but I'm the creator and that makes me essentially god in this scenario so I decided he was going to be completely on board' with this adaptation. I've even offered to pay him scale for a cameo, with a stipulation in his contract requiring more nudity than in The Boys, so that'll be a nugget for the eagle-eyed fans.

I've also decided to innovate a whole new approach to scripting by utilizing A.I. for all characters aside from our leads. This cost-cutting measure has been lauded by every stadio head I've spoken to as 'the future of television, and will more than make up for the fact that I got screwed out of residuals from the first show."

Variety reached out to stars Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki for comment. Padalecki couldn't be reached as he was "out riding the range, and Ackles said simply, "Eric Kripke has my unwavering support in all matters."

Misha Collins was eager to offer a full interview, but our editors declined because of his recent public promotion of hate groups and conspiracy theories.

When asked about Misha Collins' potential involvement in the new show Kripke, replied, "Misha who?"

Supernatural: Resurrection is slated to move into production April 1, 2025 with Bob Singer and Eric Kripke to executive produce."

#misha collins #spn

[jobean12-blog]

Shit Happens

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 819

Summary: Bucky is a pain in your ass but you love him always 😁

Author’s Note: Thank you bunches to my sweet Nat💕 @blackwidownat2814 for gifting me with another hilarious tik tok! You can watch it HERE. I love writing these silly scenarios! So fun! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets! 🥰

Warnings: fun and silly fluff, Alpine, mentions of poo 😆

GIF NOT MINE: Credit goes to @captaincentenarian thank you! 🥰

At first you think it’s just Alpine pawing at the door to get you to let him in but when it continues even after you gently scold the cat you see your favorite set of fingers poking around the bottom of the door.

An index card slides under the small space.

‘I’m bored doll face ☹ What’s taking so looooong….’

“Bucky…” you warn. “I’ll be out soon.”

The index card disappears and is replaced by Alpine’s white paws.

“Hi buddy,” you coo, sliding your foot closer to the door to play with him.

His paws go away and then you watch as a second index card slides under.

‘You doing pee pee? Check yes or no,’ complete with two little boxes and a marker.

“BUCKY!” you admonish but it’s hard to sound mad through your giggles.

You reach for it and drag the marker closer, awkwardly opening the cap and checking off ‘no.’

You push it back under and kick the marker with your foot. Alpine’s paws instantly reappear and bat at the marker, thankfully whacking it back toward Bucky.

Silence.

Just as you’re about to check if he’s still there the third index card slides under the door.

‘Is it (and there’s a large red drop of blood drawn, complete with this face 0_0)? Check yes or no.’

“Oh my god BARNES!” you screech, laughing through it again.

You yank the card closer and grab the marker, checking off ‘no.’

More silence as you wait.

Alpine’s paws reemerge and reach for the small rug in the bathroom. You chase his paws with your toes. When his paws are gone another index card slides under.

You burst out with a snort when you read it.

‘Is it Poo Poo? 😏Check yes or no.’

You snatch the card and open the marker, checking ‘yes’ with a huff and shoving it back under the door.

“Now leave me alone!”

His long fingers swipe the card away and you hear his muffed laughter.

“I can help!” he chimes as he rattles the door.

“I swear Barnes, if you come in here…I will….”

He giggles.

“What doll? What’re you gonna do?”

“ARG! LET ME POO IN PEACE!”

His laughter gets louder as he slowly pushes the door open. Alpine squeezes by him and zips inside, perching himself on the edge of the tub. Bucky’s metal hand sneaks around the door frame holding the air freshener spray bottle.

“WHY YOU…” you begin to grit out but he hits the top and gets out a couple of sprays before you lift your foot and slam the door on his wrist.

“OW!” he yells.

“OW MY ASS BUCK! That shit didn’t hurt your VIBRANIUM ARM!”

He snickers when you lock the door and you hear him slide down along the wood. Suddenly his lips appear at the small crack between the door and the floor.

“I’m sorry baby doll,” he murmurs, his words slightly muddled because his lips are smushed together. “I was just playin’ with ya.”

“Yea, yea. Well, I have the cat now so we’re not coming out for a while. Better find something to do,” you grumble.

You wipe and flush, wash your hands and grab Alpine, sitting with him on the plush rug by the shower.

“But I’m hungry,” he whines. “And I miss you.”

“You can make yourself something to eat! And too bad! You should have thought about that before you came in here spraying air freshener! If anyone needs that after a poo it’s YOU!”

Alpine meows in obvious agreement and you chuckle.

“See! Even Alpine agrees,” you add.

Bucky’s fingers slide under the door and wiggle around, trying to entice Alpine as he continues his whining.

“Aw but I told ya I was only joking around doll. You and your poo smell amazing!”  

“BUCKY!” you shout, kicking at his fingers. “Will you stop talking about poo!?!”

“Let me in and I will.”

“NO.”

“Why not doll face?”

“Because I’m mad at you…”

“Or because it’s smelly in there?”

“NO, IT’S NOT!”

“Mm hm,” he grins. “Sure.”

“Oh, for fucks sake!” you mumble and unlock the door.

He barges in and quickly shuts the door with a dramatic sniff.

“IT ONLY SMELLS GOOD BECAUSE I SPRAYED THE AIR FRESHENER IN HERE!” he says with narrowed eyes.

You put Alpine on the floor and stand up, poking Bucky hard in the chest. He grabs your finger and yanks you into his arms to kiss you.

You only let him get a quick one in before shouting, “you better make sure I don’t catch you in here next time Barnes,”

“Like I give a shit doll! I’ll leave the door open!” he starts teasing.

You scoff and stamp your feet, brushing past him to open the door.

“You can come sit with me so I won’t miss you!” he yells after your retreating form.

“Like Hell I will,” you shout back.

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @lookiamtrying @nano--raptor @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @rebel-stardust @dreamlessinparis @goldylions​

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #sebastian stan x reader

[taetaespeaches]

“Begging already?” 

taehyung x reader/oc genre: fluff word count: 1.7K 

a/n: Hi lovelies! Long time no see :) I got a nightmare before christmas version of the game operation and this idea came to mind... I wrote the majority of it back in august and am now randomly deciding to post. If anyone even cares!!! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Thunder rumbled quietly outside as the candlelight illuminated the kitchen, and while the power outage may have helped Taehyung set the mood, you determined he had a charming ability to make any scenario feel romantic. The room was bathed in warm, flickering, golden hues, the low lighting casting shadows across Taehyung’s handsome face, revealing his features only in small glimpses as he shifted around the childrens game positioned in front of you both. Your boyfriend would have been a 19th century romantic writer’s dream, his bone structure providing an air of austerity while his sweet heart doled out love onto every living thing in his vicinity. The ultimate muse. 

His freshly dyed blonde hair was too enticing for you to resist reaching out and brushing your fingers through the soft strands. He leaned into the touch, despite the tweezers reaching in for a plastic spider within Oogie Boogie’s burlap body. While out and about a couple weeks ago, you and Taehyung came across a Nightmare Before Christmas edition of the classic Operation game. Instead of collecting various bones from the man’s body, you were tasked with digging bugs and other creepy items out of the movie villain’s burlap form. 

“You’re gonna make me mess up,” Taehyung complained halfheartedly, looking up at you from underneath the gold metal rim of his glasses.Truly swoonworthy. You were seated cross-legged on top of the counter, admiring the way Taehyung’s forearms rested against the granite as he leaned over the game board. Flashing him a smile, you watched as his own lips curved upward before turning his attention back to the game. 

You were supposed to be on a date tonight, the dinner reservations made last week. When the storm, followed by the power outage, struck, Taehyung quickly adjusted. He pulled together every candle within the apartment and put them all in the kitchen, stating that “the kitchen is the most romantic room in the house”. Whether you believed that prior to his comment or not, you were now convinced. Who were you to argue with an expert in romance? People wrote great romantic novels about him, after all. 

It had been at least fifteen years since either of you had played Operation, and memory had led you both to believe the game was much more challenging than it really was. Taehyung successfully removed the spider and placed it to the side of the board, restarting his collection after two rounds of play already. Neither of you had failed an operation yet, causing for a very un-suspenseful game. 

“I remember this being a lot more difficult when I was six,” you smiled, Taehyung chuckling as he transferred the removal tool to you. Placing his palm on your knee cap, he squeezed gently before swiping his thumb along your thigh. 

His tongue poked out before grazing over his bottom lip, lingering for a moment until his mouth spread into a stunning smile. “We could make it more exciting,” he suggested flirtatiously. Pulling your eyebrows together, you watched as mischief flashed across his pretty eyes. “Every time one of us misses, we take something off.” 

“What, like strip Operation?” You snorted, massaging the roots of his hair. Taehyung wore an expression of pure excitement, eyes wide, beam wider. It was cruel, and enchanting, how he could use that innocent charm in sinful ways. “Fine,” you agreed with a smirk, pulling your hand from his hair and turning your attention to the board. Easily, you removed the bat and placed it on top of the counter, defiant in your refusal to give him what he wanted. 

Meeting Taehyung’s eyes, you found his features positioned into a disappointed pout. “Looks like your plan has been foiled,” you smiled in amusement, Taehyung taking the tweezers from you. “We literally haven’t missed—” 

You were cut off by the sound of Oogie Boogie yelling about people fishing around in his body, startling you as your eyes darted to the board to see it lit up with failure. 

“Oh, shoot,” Taehyung said teasingly, tsking at himself. In the next moment, with a smirk planted on his annoyingly pretty face, he reached for the shirt at the nape of his neck and tugged it over his head, leaving him beautifully topless. “Your turn,” he smirked teasingly, and for a moment you damn near tugged your own shirt off before you remembered there was a game in play. It wasn’t Operation that you were suddenly determined to win, but rather the game of desire versus desire that you did not want to lose. Taehyung had always been the king of self control and making him lose his composure was always the sweetest victory. It was magical, the moment he’d snap, witnessing him beg. 

Biting back your amusement, you leaned into the board and began your attempt to remove the snake that Taehyung failed to. With his eyes on your task, you snuck a glance at his shoulders just barely highlighted in the candle’s flickering. He was sturdy and broad, but somehow still delicate, and the orange flame enhanced the tan he had gotten on his recent work trips, the Spanish beaches suiting him well. His eyes lifted to meet yours, snapping you back to the game as you concealed a knowing smile at being caught staring. 

Shifting focus, you ignored his cocky chuckle. “This is one of the easiest pieces, you loser,” you teased, feigning obliviousness to his strategic loss. As you slowly pulled the piece out of the game board, Taehyung suddenly squeezed your thigh with a loud shout that purposefully made you jump in start. The tweezers hit the metal siding, sending Oogie Boogie into a fit, alerting you that you had failed the operation. 

Clutching at your chest, you huffed. “Foul play!” You complained to Taeyung as he smiled impishly at you, his tongue tucked slightly between his teeth as he celebrated his small win. Biting back your own amusement, you picked up the sheet of paper with the game rules and started studying them with fake seriousness. 

“What are you looking at?” He craned his neck, attempting to peek over at the rules. 

Pulling it out of his view, your lips lifted into a smirk. “I’m looking for what it says about your supposed lover cheating to get you naked,” you informed him, noting the scoff that escaped his lips. “Surely I get a redo or something.” 

An adorable chuckle fell from Taehyung’s soft lips, your heart squeezing at the sound. “No, I’m pretty sure a fail is a fail,” he defended his conniving ways. Shooting him a glare, he giggled a little more. “What’s it say?” He nodded at the rule sheet with a charming lift of his eyebrow. 

“Turns out strip Operation isn’t a real game,” you forced a frown. 

“I’m shocked,” he played along, his eyes widening to emphasize his acting. 

“Yeah, it says that taking your clothes off during play is an inappropriate way to enjoy this board game made for six year olds,” you cocked your head to the side, Taehyung smiling brightly at you, lifting his eyebrows playfully. 

“Really?” He smirked, his gaze glancing down your body, eyeing the oversized sweatshirt that pooled slightly at the tops of your thighs. “I think getting you out of that top is perfectly appropriate.” 

On second thought, the great romance writers of the 1800s wouldn’t have known what to do with Taehyung. You’d like to see Anne Elliot try to resist the man standing in front of you. 

“The game makers disagree,” you told him, though your hands traveled to the hem of the shirt, your fingers toying with the material. “This top?” His eyes lingered on your fingertips, anticipating your next move. His silence, the lack of a comeback, is what gave away how he barely held onto his restraint. The wick of one of the candles popped, the flame flickering across Taehyung’s face to reveal the way hunger had etched its way into his features. These moments, where you held him in the palm of your hand, made the desire to tease him burn inside your abdomen, feeling very much like need. 

Sitting up straighter, you finally lifted the fabric up your body, exposing your stomach, your chest, the flimsy lounge bra hardly concealing anything from his feasting eyes. Pulling the top over your head and setting it down on the counter beside you, your eyes found Taehyung’s as they greedily took in the newly exposed flesh. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, his fingers cool but not cold as they settled on your sides. 

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make us go through more turns to get the rest of this off,” he pleaded, his thumbs dipping under the material of your cotton shorts. Giggling, you cocked your head in feigned thought as you rested back on your arms, your open palms supporting you against the counter. 

“Begging already?” 

Chuckling at you in disbelief, Taehyung dropped his head against your lap before turning his face to look up at you. “Peaches,” he whined, and it was the smile he wore that told you he believed himself to be a winner, whether he was the first to give in or not. His expression was desperate but knowing, aware he was about to get what he had been deprived of for longer than he would have preferred. 

“You know I’m not too proud to beg,” he whispered, the low timber of his voice making your resolve crumble to his desires. 

Smiling softly at him, Taehyung hugged his arms around your hips before placing a kiss to your thigh, tingles erupting at the spot. “In fact,” he started, only pausing to place another kiss higher up your leg, leaving a trail of anticipation in your nerve endings. “I’ll get on my knees right now.” He was cocky and teasing, but all too serious for your breath not to hitch slightly in your throat. An eager smile spread across his mouth, and you knew that this version of Taehyung, naughty and confident and divinely devoted to you, would certainly have been far too much for the 19th century authors. Eat your heart out, Mr. Darcy.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung imagine #taehyung drabble #taehyung scenario #taehyung fluff #bts x reader #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts fluff #bts reactions #bts drabble

[olinblogin]

LIST OF FANDOMS I WILL/WON’T WRITE FOR

What fandoms I will write for;

-Lego Monkie Kid

-One Piece

-One Punch Man

-Assassination Classroom (limited characters)

-COD (call of duty, any game)

-ATSV (across the spiderverse)

-TADC (the amazing digital circus)

-Underverse/undetale AUs

-Br0kenColors

What fandoms i won’t write for;

-Genshin Impact/Honkai impact

-Seven Deadly Sins

-Obey Me/Obey Me nightbringer

-FNF (Friday night funkin)

-MHA (my hero academia)

-Hazbin Hotel/Helluva boss

-other fandoms that have problematic backgrounds

WHAT I WILL WRITE!!!

-platonic

-light angst

-fluff

-slightly suggestive content (will have a warning)

-smut content (will have a warning)

-childhood romance (no smut.)

-teen romance (no smut.)

-Reader x character

-character x character (very rarely)

-character x Reader x character

-polycules

-T4T (trans for trans relationships)

-F4F (femme for femme relationship)

-M4M (masc for masc relationship)

-F4TF (femme for trans femme)

-F4TM (femme for trans masc)

-F4TNB (femme for trans non binary)

-F4A (femme for any)

-M4TF (masc for trans femme)

-M4TM (masc for trans masc)

-M4TNB (masc for trans non binary)

-M4A (masc for any)

-LGBTQ content

-Yandere Content (not extreme)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE!!!

-r@pe/noncon/dubcon

-cnc (consensual non-consent)

-child x adult

-abusive scenarios

-anything to do with children involved in anything sexual

-racism

-ableism

-unsanitary fetishes (i.e. scat, wound f*cking, etc)

-severe angst

-s*icide & s*lf h*rn

Characters I’ll write for in each fandom

BR0KENCOLORS

—characters so far—

Stalker/Damon (usually Poly)

Deliver Guy/DG (usually Poly)

Rasmus

Angel

Shadowman (not much I for abt them, some nsfw - demisexual)

Gunther

Leevi

—characters not in game yet but I will write—

Ace (some nsfw - demisexual)

Catherine

Milkman

Milla (no nsfw)

Salvador (some nsfw - demisexual)

Mimic

Pearl

Venni

LEGO MONKIE KID

- MK (Qi Xioatian)

-Mei Dragon

-Redson

-Sun Wukong

-Six Eared Macaque

-Ao Lie

-Lady Bone Demon

-The Mayor

-Yin & Jin

-Princess Iron Fan (Poly)

-Demon Bull King (Poly)

-Tang

-Pigsy (platonic)

-Sandy (platonic)

-Nezha (platonic)

-Bai He (platonic)

ONE PIECE

- Monkey D. Luffy

-Vinsmoke Sanji

-Roronora Zoro

-Usopp

-Nico Robin

-Franky

-Chopper (platonic)

-Nami

-Jinbei

-Donquixte Doflamingo

-Donquixte Rosiante

-Bartolomeo Kuma

-Boa Hancock

-Dracule Mihawk

-Crocodile

-Shanks

-Rayleigh

-Portgaz D. Ace

-Marco

-Thatch

-Izou

-Edward Newgate, Whitebeard (platonic)

-Eustass Kidd

-Jewelry Bonney

-Killer

-Monkey D. Harp

-Monkey D. Dragon

-Sabo

-Trafalgar Law

-Buggy

-Smoker

-Rob Luci

-Eneru

-Kalifa

-Yamato

-Perona

-Shaci

-Penguin

-Bepo (platonic)

-Akainu

-Kizaru

-Borsalino

ONE PUNCH MAN

-Saitama

-Genos

-Garou

-King

-Child Emporer (platonic)

-Metal Bat

-Speed O’ Sound Sonic

-Mumen Rider

-Watchdog Man (mostly platonic)

-Fubuki

-Atomic Samurai

-Lord Boros

-Bang

-Zombieman

-Flashy Flash

-Sweet Mask

-Charanko

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

(Any students such as Nagisa or Karma are platonic)

-Koro-Sensei

-Tadaomi Karasuma

-Irina Jelavic

COD - CALL OF DUTY

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

-John “Soap” MacTavish

-John “Captain” Price

-Horangi (Hong-Jin)

-König

-Nikolai

-Valeria Garza/El Sin Nombre (F4F/NB/AFAB)

-Alejandro Vargas

-Phillip Graves

-Farah Karim

-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

-Kate Laswell (F4F)

-Gary “Roach” Sanderson

ATSV - ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

-Miles Morales (platonic/fluff)

-Gwen Stacy (Platonic/Fluff)

-Pavitr Prabhakar (platonic/fluff)

-Prowler Miles (platonic/fuff)

-Peter B. Parker

-Jess Drew

-Miguel O’Hara

-Hobie Brown

TADC - THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS

-Pomni

-Jax

-Zooble

-Kaufmo

-Ragatha

-Gangle

-Caine

-Kinger

UNDERVERSE / UNDERTALE AUS

-Ink!Sans (platonic)

-Classic!Sans

-Nightmare!Sans

-Dream!Sans

-Swap!Sans

-Fell!Sans

-Killer!Sans

-Dust!Sans

-Horror!Sans

-Murder Time Trio (Killer!Sans, Dust!Sans, Horror!sans)

-Error!Sans

-AT!Sans (Geno)

-Fatal Error

-X!Sans (Cross)

-Outer!Sans

-Reaper!Sans

-Fresh!Sans

IF YOU DID NOT SEE ANY CHARACTERS OF INTEREST AND YOU’D LIKE ME TO WRITE PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!

please as well reread the will/won’t write section if you’re feeling unsure!

#what i will write #writing #fandom #fandom writing #multiple fandoms #writing requests #request page #request #lmk #cod mw2 #assassination classroom #one punch man #one piece #across the spiderverse #the amazing digital circus #underverse #undertale au #this took way too long

[f0xgl0v3]

How does one Elias Bouchard hold his Pipe/The overall murder scene

Tw this like entire post is about the proper way to hold a pipe if you wanna effectively hit someone with it several times repeatedly :3 also spoilers for MAG 80

Guys I am simply a writer and this is just for writing and thought experiment purposes, none of this shall or should be applied to real life and it’s just for the haha extended sounds of brutal pipe murder-

What has come to my life-? I’m talking about Elias Bouchard and how he holds the Pipe to murder people- I, there will be actual Percy Jackson stuff soon. Maybe talking about Camp Jupiter and armor and gear and stuff or something however,

Everyone draws Elias with really weird hand positions on the pipe-? That’s a weird thing to say and the art is fantastic but if your beating someone with a Pipe then there seems to be a way I always thought in my head-

Let’s, for the sake that I’m halfway through season 4 consider the only Pipe murder I am currently aware of would be Jurgen Leitner’s, we can work with this. Elias is standing over him at the other side of a desk while Jurgen is seated I believe-? There are a couple ways we can go about this,

1) Elias hits him while they both are in the neutral position at the desk

2) Elias walks over to Jurgen’s side during the conversation and hits him then

3) Jurgen stands up from his chair and then Elias hits him.

I have had to listen to the sound clip so many times for this- I- okay. So, the beginning of the murder still is Jurgen talking, I think audibly a bit worried. I’d like to make the assumption that while Elias is like “bird stuff always a risk about death” that is when the pipe is revealed, Jurgen is taking the moment to try and reason with him and I think 2 and 3 are the most viable due to the sound they use. In 1’s scenario Elias wouldn’t get enough strength in that first swing (due to the desk being in the way, and Elias most likely having to lean over the desk to try and get a strong strike.

Then, the sound- I believe Elias initially hits Jurgen from the side of the head, think like the same ‘row’ that your temples are on, that vague side of the head. Jurgen is heard with a grunt by the first hit; we don’t hear him fall or anything (which makes me suspect it could be a situation of Elias walking over to the other side of the table) and it doesn’t really sound like Elias moves where he hits very much- continuing to strike that original spot; otherwise we’d likely hear the crunch of bone. Am I making the assumption that the sound design would include the crunch and that I would know what hitting a skull with a metal pipe is, oh yeah totally.

Now, that settles how I think this entire thing played out, Elias revealing the pipe as he walks over to the side, Jurgen looks up in old sad man still seated and is trying to reason with Elias, maybe he even attempts to get up and that is when Elias strikes in the right side of his head (just what makes sense to me, it could be the left either it wouldn’t matter much) and repeatedly hits there 11 times (yes I counted the strikes we hear, no I don’t have anything better to do with my time because I’m putting off writing a script) before like dipping or whatever.

Now, the pipe posture if you will. I see so many drawings of Elias’s hands like this,

Raised, and for all intents and purposes from an art sense it’s rad. It’s a dynamic pose and stuff, and of course this is not a critique on artists (who are way better than me) and how they want to draw this fictional man hold his pipe. However this is my brainrot talking on the ‘hey I think this is how he’d get the most effective swing’ because I’ve listened to two seasons back to back and I no longer have a brain.

But; Elias Bouchard wants the most bang for his buck so to speak. I think holding the Pipe like the tried and true baseball bat would provide this. Elias holding it like in my very bad diagram is good if he’d want to poke or stab someone with the pipe, but it’s really effective if you can get that swing in. So yeah, baseball style; hands together near the end of the pipe and over a shoulder or even over his head if you want to be silly with his posing.

Uh, haha okay. I’m sorry but the rot is all consuming and I’ve been thinking about him a lot, also like Peter Lukas and a bunch of the other sillies but this kinda- forced itself out while I was looking at art of the scene. I, uh, :3 that’s all. I like thinking about the mapping and layout and planning of scenes like these and how the visuals might’ve looked if there were visuals. I promise I probably won’t make any more posts like this for a solid while (however, talking about Bryce Lawerence and my thing in SoN are-imagining that he was the one to kill Gwen… maybe.)

#hehe :3 #idk how to tag this #the magnus archives #tmagp spoilers #tma podcast #tmagp theory #this is really stupid #ridiculous even #I’m sorry if you just want to see the funny pjo stuff I post- #elias bouchard #love that sick little rat man #sorry #okay bye

[trashmakerarticle]

Okay but before the justice league met the rest of the batfam I have a scenario

At one point one of the justice league, prolly Superman catches a ride with Batman for whatever reason and Superman being the goofy man he is, is getting awkward at the quiet notices a cd saying “the bat jams” and so he puts in the disc making a joke about Batman listening to heavy metal before B could even stop.

Superman isn’t sure what he expected but the blaring lyrics or barbie world is certainly not it, he looks over to B with shock written all over his face but Batman will not tell about the fact that the kids had contributed to make that cd for him as a joke, he will not risk the knowledge of his family getting out there, will not risk more potential danger to come there way, and honestly didn’t want to deal with the questions.

And so all he simply says is “mm good song”

Superman is FROZEN, he feels like he discovered a new layer of Batman but he still can’t believe that he owns a disc that’s called ‘the bat jams’ and has barbie world on it, he simply can’t process the information that has just been given to him.

#batman #bruce wayne #superman #clark kent #dc #dc comics #justice league #i CANT write for shit #this is just a little crack idea that formed in my head #I was making a Batman playlist #but the only song that’s in it is barbie world #I don’t know why #please don’t try to get answers #Superman later tells the rest and they simply do not belive him #JL: Batman? listening to barbie world?? I’m a barbie girl in a barbie world??? Clark you need some rest this is Batman we’re talking about #Superman: IM NOT LYING I SWEAR IT HAPPENED #Batman: *enters* what is happening? #Hal: Clark he was just tryna tell us you listen to barbie world? as if. #Batman: I don’t listen to music it’s a distraction from our work and is an interference #JL: see ? he doesn’t even listen to music crazy

[weenwrites]

Hey hey Ween! I wanted to ask about you writing something for bots reaction to a human who is new to the team and trying to get too make friends and make conversation with the bots? But they have poor memory and stiff/rough social skills so they may fidget when speaking and too remember their names they have a paper that they carry around w/ all the bots names written in said bots corresponding color scheme (doesn't have to be this I just thought it would be a cool idea 😊). Also tries to offer help in any numbers of ways. Uhh I don't really have any particular bots in mind besides Wheeljack and while I do enjoy scenarios I'm just as cool with headcannons if that ends up working for you and/or inspiring you more🤝🫂. Feel free to add any other bots if ya want👌! (Also it's still Friday where I am as I send this in I don't want ya to think I'm ignoring your post.)

"What was your name, again?"

Summary - How are you supposed to remember all these weird names? Characters - Wheeljack Content - Crack, Gen Category - Scenarios Trigger Warnings - None

✎ A/N: Sorry it took a LONG while! And also what I meant back then was that the request had to be sent in when it was Friday where I was. I can't remember whether you sent it in while it was still Friday my time or not, but eh I'll do it anyway. And I'm sorry if it's a bit short, but I didn't really want to specify anything in the end to try and be more 'immersive'.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

"Don't forget Bulkhead and Bumblebee!"

"Yes, yes... I've got them down," Y/N mumbles.

They don't bat an eye at the shadow that looms over their shoulder and onto the table, because it's far more important to concentrate on remembering all the names that Miko had mentioned to them. Their colored pencil in their hand glided across the paper with ease, of course occasionally stopping to switch colors.

"Hatche—wait no, it's Ratchet... And... Who was the other one you said, Miko?" Y/N asked, looking up from their paper, "The uh... The one that started with—oh! Wait! Uh, Spokelean!"

"Smokescreen." She corrected with a giggle, placing particular emphasis on the 'screen' part to his name, "So you're done with writing down all their names?"

"Yeah, just about..." They mumbled, brushing some eraser shavings aside and reaching over for their pencil to correct their mistakes.

But they felt nothing but empty space where the correct colored pencil used to lay, and after a quick look around, they had found the escapee-pencil laying underneath the table. With a sigh, they had stooped down onto all fours and scooched underneath the table, reaching out to fetch it when all of a sudden, the heavy thumping of metal footsteps shook the ground.

With a startled yelp, they shot up and the back of their head met the underside of the hard, wooden table. Through gritted teeth and a set frown, they retrieved the pencil and slowly stood back upright, rubbing the back of their head as they looked up to see who had walked in, but they were met with an unfamiliar face.

A white bot sporting red and green streaks on his chest, and a pair of gray... For lack of a better word, finials, on the sides of his head, and a large crest on top. Aside from the fact his paint-job bore a striking resemblance to the flag of Italy, another notable feature of his was the pair of twin swords sheathed on his back.

"Wait... Who's that, again?" Y/N's face scrunched into confusion as they further scrutinized him.

"Oh, hey Wheeljack!" Miko hollered.

And at the girl's beck and call, the bot shoots her a grin upon sight, and he closes the distance between them in mere seconds.

"Hey kid!" He pauses and shoots Y/N a glance, "oh, and who's this?"

"Oh uh, my name's Y/N, and you must beeee..." Their voice tapers off for what almost feels like eternity, and they scramble their mind for a clue—any clue as to what his name was. Miko had literally mentioned his name mere seconds ago, yet now of all times, their brain decided to blank. "Uhh... Your name was..."

"Wheeljack." He finishes.

"Ye-yeah! Wheeljack! Wheeljack. How are you? It's nice to meet you."

"Never better, Bulk and I just got back from patrol."

"Ooh! Did you find anything while you were out?" Miko grinned.

"If by 'anything' you mean 'decepticons', then 'fraid not. We thought we picked up one of the cons' energon mines so we tracked it down."

Miko sprung forward on the couch, "Was it a trap?"

"Nah, it was just an old crater, the cons had sucked it dry and left a long time ago."

Y/N frowns, "did anything good come of it at least?"

"Nothin that I can see, but it is what it is," he shrugs, "Anyway, you're the newcomer, eh?"

"Yes! That would be me."

For a hot second no one said a word. Wheeljack looked to them expectantly, thinking they'd run him through the whole story, not lead him straight to some rather awkward silence. And once Y/N caught the gist of the conversation, they simply pressed their lips shut even harder.

Would it be too awkward to continue now? No one's said anything for some time now, so maybe they shouldn't continue? But if they change the subject now, it might seem like they weren't really listening to him, so maybe they should—

"Soo, Y/N, why don't you tell Wheeljack about how you got here?" Miko spoke up—thankfully being the one to break the ice, "How you met the team and that kind of stuff."

"Right! Right, I should probably do that..." They chuckled, "alright so... it all started like this..."

#tfp imagines #tfp scenarios #tfp x reader #tfp wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

[rwac96]

Batman Contingencies: Godzilla

Aganememnon Contingency: "King of The Monsters"

There are many things in the world that mankind will never fully grasp, the prime example being Godzilla, going by many names in different cultures that met its kind. He's nicknamed "King of The Monsters", and lives up to that title due to the amount of raw power contained in his body, not to mention the ferocious nature of the Gojiran/Godzilla species. Time and time again, he has eluded the efforts of the JSDF, G-Force, the Earth Defense Force, Apex Industries, scientists with good and ill intentions, and Kaiju/Titan poachers and hunters, proving to be indestructible against almost any weaponry known to man. According to known science, there have been six "Gojirans": The focus of this contingency will be on the Godzilla that hatched at an institute in Kyoto, the third "King of the Monsters" after the second's demise in 1996. Despite this monster not showing hostility towards humanity, his battles against creatures such as Baragon, thwarting the Gigan Miles Invasion, and the Megalon attack have left collateral damage. Plus, the legacy of its father and the Gojiran clones/'cousins' have still declared Godzilla a "walking disaster" by the EDF.

This Godzilla, called "Little Godzilla" and "Godzilla Juinor" in its infancy, was raised in captivity and imprinted on a researcher named Azusa Gojo as a mother figure. Unlike its surrogate father, the third Godzilla is docile and kind towards humans. But, his body still emits high radiation and preys upon marine life. Lastly, the meltdown its parent went through would've resulted in a mass extinction event: Either resulting in a potent explosion unseen since the Big Bang or melting into the depths and destabilizing the Earth's core. These plans, learning from the successes and mistakes of humanity's encounters against Godzilla, would prove helpful to subdue the Kaiju in case he falls under mind control or undergoes a catastrophic meltdown.

Like any Gojiran, he can unleash a powerful heat ray called 'Atomic Breath', this Godzilla unleashes a devastating one that causes massive explosions on contact. He can also unleash a Nuclear Pulse, discharging atomic energy from its dorsal plates. But, unlike its father, it can transfer energy into its fists and claws, enhancing physical attacks. Godzilla is extremely durable, able to tank many forms of conventional weaponry, and withstand attacks from the Gigan Miles' blades and Megalon's drills. One last ability that separates him from the Lagos Island Godzilla is entering his own "Burning State' at will, and to exit out of it, preventing him from suffering his father's fate.

Like any Godzilla, he needs nuclear energy to sustain himself. Due to the nature of his mutation, his body is essentially a walking nuclear plant he has to maintain. Driving himself to the point of exhaustion, he collapses into unconsciousness. Too much, he'll have to expunge it or suffer a nuclear meltdown. In a scenario where he's in a meltdown, cryokinetic missiles, with cadmium shells will lower his internal temperatures. Like with the plans similar to the "Last Hope" Contingency, I'd have to implement the 'Titan Bat' and deploy it in combat. For Godzilla, diamond metallic modifications are in mind for the confrontation.

To end the cycle of violence between the Gojiran, we mustn't give in to our paranoid impulses, ironically coming from me. This Godzilla lacks the mistrust of humanity his forebearers had, as it was humankind who had brought Godzilla into existence. Hopefully, we can both coexist peacefully, even if such a thing is an impossible dream.

#text #text post #fanfic #fanfiction #crossover #crossover au #dc comics #dc universe #kaiju #batman #godzilla: king of the monsters #godzilla #gemstone godzilla #godzilla jr #godzilla junior #batman contingencies #crossover fanfiction #rekugoji

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Casting couch scenario with him

Or special massage after a hard day by him?

I went with my Thunder thot.

Not All That Glitters

Warnings: implied noncon, coercion, blacklistic, manipulation, power imbalance. This is a dark fic and you are responsible for your own consumption. 18+ only. Proceed with caution.

Character: celebrity!Thor

Summary: A chance encounter with Hollywood's number one leading man leads to an offer you can't refuse.

Please leave some comments and a reblog. It keeps me motivated and I love any constructive feedback, screaming, keyboard smashes, etc. that you have to offer.

Enjoy!

You smile as a flash leaves a glaring ring in your vision. You resist the urge to shield your face from another shutter, moving carefully before the backdrop. You leave the clusters of photogs and walk the line of reporters and bobbing mics, calling for an interview or a snapshot.

Your name isn't among the rabble. You're a newcomer, fresh off a mid tier credited roll. Something that has your name fluttering through audition rooms but unlisted in the magazine. You'll be lucky to be featured on the up-and-coming rosters of aspiring actors.

As you wave politely, you're drawn in by a journalist with a big red mic, "hey, hey! Do you have a moment?"

"Um," you nod and step closer to the metal rail keeping the press at bay, "sure."

"You're in Caliber, right?" She asks, "new star, any other upcoming projects?"

You're slightly thrown off by the suddenness of it all but Hollywood never moves slow. 

"Uh, yes, actually, I'm currently set to support in an adaptation of–"

"Oh! Oh!" The reporter nearly hits you with the microphone as you dodge her and shield your mouth. You realise you were only a placeholder for a desperate paparazzo,  "Thor! Thor!"

You peek over as the tall blond strides casually, stopping to pose in his black tux, smiling at the lens brightly. So suave and cool, a veteran of the stomping ground you're trying to tiptoe onto. A-list, well beyond your directory.

You turn back and smile at the camera before it pans away. You hope that doesn't make the cut. Absolutely embarrassing.

You're jostled in the tight squeeze if interviewees as the reporter squeals louder and waves excitedly. As you sidle away, a warm hand catches your lower back. You stop short and look up, fighting to keep an unaffected veneer.

"Pardon," the statuesque blond rumbles in his deep voice, "I'll try not to get your toes."

You bat your lashes up at Thor Odinson, the star of every red carpet and every blockbuster. 

"Excuse me, sorry," you murmur, "I was just–"

"Miss, can you move? You're in his way," the cameraman snaps.

"Oi," Thor utters and keeps his hand against you as he faces the reporter, "I was just coming to see my friend. Brilliant actress if I do say so myself."

You blink and hide before you muster a semblance of cool to look over, "uh, yeah, hi!"

You give a pathetic little wave up at him. He winks and leans in to peck your cheek, "play along."

You keep your smile plastered on and turn to the camera. Thor stays close, looming over you. Somehow, he's even bigger than on the screen.

"You… are you working together?" The woman asks as he raises the mic to him.

"Ah, well, we can't tell all our secrets," he teases, "but I am very excited for the future."

"Can't you give us something?" She preens.

"Sorry, we've got to go," he nudges you, "come on, sweetheart."

You move, too shocked to argue with him. That's one way to get attention. He urges you along, taking you away from the barriers.

"Ugh, right arses," he mutters as he smooths his jacket, "pardon me, but I hate how they treat us like circus animals."

"Us?" You whisper, thankfully unheard.

"I hope you didn't mind," he seems to recall himself and pivots to the flashing photogs, "smile, sweetheart, don't want them gossiping?"

He bends his arm behind you, posing as you raise your chin and do the same. Your disbelief keeps you quiet as you let him guide you along.

"Stick with me. One day, you'll be desperate to be away from it all."

"One day? That's optimistic," you reply as you walk with him behind the gabbing celebrities and their interviewers.

"Oh, I know a star when I see one," he follows you along, "and I know a few tricks."

⭐

After your brush with the towering heights of Hollywood, you take your seat with the rest of the extras among the array of sparkling stars. Your table is well out of the shot of the cameras, only caught in the background of the front runners. You don’t mind, the free champagne makes up for the overpriced gown bartered for a name drop of the designer.

You know several of the actors sat with you. They are on a similar level, dependable if not forgettable. You are the lot of ‘those ones’, those faces people swear they’ve seen before but can’t recall where. 

Your adrenaline is still amped high and further stoked by the alcohol. You’re not nominated in name, only as part of the ensemble for the film. Still, the reviews were positive enough that you might just get to peek out over the shoulder of the director.

The pandering rolls on. You plaster on a smile for appearances but the presenters are predictable, the poorly landing jokes cringeworthy, and the winners expected. You swallow a yawn as an orchestra takes stage to perform a medley of songs nominated for score of the year. You hide behind your glass, trying not to betray your disillusion as many of the guests show a similar unrest.

“Eh,” you nearly spill on yourself as a hand rests on the back of your chair and you look up at the figure who is suddenly hunched close, “there you are.”

You blink at Thor and glance around the table. Malorie, stage name, Loren, shares a curious look before you face the blond star. Your smile grows effortless as you do.

“Hi,” you greet nervously.

“I didn’t want to lose you in the mix,” he keeps his voice quiet, beneath the sonorous strings, “you’ve a card? Number for your manager?”

You take a breath, stunned. He’s just humouring you. Hollywood is all appearances and he no doubt wants to maintain his veneer as the affable leading man. You play along.

“Oh, sure,” you reach for your clutch. You always carry a card around, it’s part of the job. You’ve gotten some of better roles shoving them in hands, “and thank you, for earlier. I’m still so embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed? For what?” He says as he watches you, the heat gathering in your cheeks. It’s just the champagne, you need to slow down.

“Just… you know how ridiculous those interviewers can be,” you shrug and fish out a card, flicking it out between two manicured fingers, “here.”

He nearly covers your whole hand with his own, his other still firmly planted on the back of your chair. He takes it slowly, a lingering touch along your fingers as he looks down to read the type. His cheek dimples as his thumb grazes the raised font.

“You’ll get a call,” he promises, “I should be back to my table before I’m caught out.”

He leans in and to your surprise, pecks your cheek. You struggle not to recoil and give a tiny giggle instead. He gives a soft squeeze to your shoulder before he steps away. You watch him go, turning back slowly to the stable, stunned and stiff. 

You clasp your clutch shut and leave it in your lap. You reach for your glass as Malorie leans over, “so how exactly do you know Mr. Ken Doll?”

“We ran into each other on the carpet,” you scoff, “he’s just being polite.”

“Honey,” she speaks behind her hand, “do you know what a PR stunt could do for you? Especially with that man?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You think he’s gonna call you to be his co-star, mm mm. No, sweetie, he’s on the rebound and he needs a humble little lover to bring him down to earth. You know the game. Same as me.”

“No, it’s nothing… he’s not going to call, either way. I’m not stupid. Like you said, I know the game.”

“That isn’t a courtesy,” she nods to him and you peer across to his table. He watches you, sending a wink in your direction, “that’s groundwork.”

You take a drink and look down at the table cloth. You pull your shoulders up dismissively, “whatever, you’re just mad I got that audition over you.”

“Pfft, save me the trouble of squeezing into a corset,” she waves her hand at you, “don’t whine to me when your tits feel like pancakes.”

⭐

“You got an audition,” your manager, Josie, chews into the speaker. You hold it away from your ear as her gum snaps noisily, “big one.”

“Oh?” You wonder as you go over a script, “when–”

“You’re going to have to drop out of that period piece if you get it,” she interjects, “and shouldn’t be an issue. Bigger check with this one.”

She’s always blunt, always to the point, but she’s better than your last agent. The one who emptied your bank account and disappeared. Lessons learned.

“Right, well, we’ll see. I might be able to work both.”

“I’m telling you, sweetheart, this is the real deal. Thor Odinson’s directorial debut. Starring and directing. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. For most people, it’s none in a lifetime.”

“Oh, wow, Thor? He called–”

“His agent did, legal team too. They’re very hush hush about this project so you’re gonna have to keep it zipped.”

“Okay, got it,” you say, “sounds… like a lot.”

“It’s what you’ve been waiting for, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just… I didn’t think he’d call.”

“Have you even had a look at your phone today?”

“What do you mean?” You toss the script on the table and stand.

“I know you hate reading the damn things, but the tabloids are going crazy about that kiss. I’ve been working overtime tryna get these damn vultures off my back. We gotta figure out how to work this.”

“Work what?”

“Leave it to me,” she chirps, “I’ll text you the time and the place for your audition. Remember, keep it quiet. Wear a hoodie or something.”

“Al–”

The line clicks before you can finish. You sigh and swipe away the ended call. She never says goodbye. You’re used to it. You press your thumb down and open the front page, pacing as you scroll down to Entertainment. ‘Winners and Losers…’ ‘Best Dressed’, the typical articles that follow a ceremony.

You stop before you can scroll past the small thumbnail. You squint and read the hyperlink, ‘Odinson moving on?’ You chew your lip and open the page. At the top, a picture of you and Thor on the carpet, one posed, the other with his shoulder to the camera as he speaks to you. A rather intimate scene.

You skim the article, your name pops up, a list of your less insignificant roles, and some leading questions to pad it out. A video ends the article and you frown. The candid moment that Thor pecked your cheek looks much more provocative from another angle. 

Your phone buzzes and the message pops up in a bubble across the top. Malorie’s triumphant, ‘told ya so’ is quickly flicked away. 

Well, as awkward as it is, this is your chance. Maybe your only to claim your spot among the stars or fade back to the obscurity of the endless Hollywood void.

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You’re surprised to find the address listed is residential. You’re used to hotels or random studios. Nothing so fancy as the gated mansion in the hills. You steer your old beater up and hit the button on the speaker box, waiting for a response as you check your bag. The script arrived the day before, allowing little time for your preparation.

“Name?” The response comes, curt.

You give your name and your purpose but the microphone seems to cut before you finish. A loud buzz signals your admittance and the gate retracts to let you through. You lean on the pedal and continue up the sprawling drive.

You pull in behind a Benz and kill the engine. The contrast of the vehicles remind you how far out of your league you are. You get out of the car, gathering yourself and putting on that well-refined mask. Be calm, be cool, and just do what you know how to do. Act.

You go up to the front doors but resist the urge to lift the large brass knocker. It seems more ornamental than practical. You find the doorbell cam and hit the button, swaying impatiently.

A tall blond woman answers the door. Regal and unlike any maid you’ve ever seen. Her long peridot dress suggests anything but. In fact, you think you know her, at least by sight.

“Oh, you must be…” she chimes as she pulls you in by your hand, your other grasps your bag tightly, “we are so excited to have you here! Thor can’t wait to get started.”

“Ah, okay, thank you,” you say as she lets you go and sweeps around to shut the door.

“My, my, I’m sorry,” she checks her waved hair in a nearby mirror, “Frigga Vanir. Thor’s mother.”

“Frigga,” you’re breathless, “you’re his mother? You’re… you’re…”

“Oh, my day is well behind me,” she tuts, “but I’m flattered.”

“I… had no idea.”

“We try not to let it get out,” she puts a long finger to her lips, “we wouldn’t want any unkind assumptions about the family, yes?”

“I wouldn’t– won’t say anything,” you promise, “um, I think I’m confused. Is this… an audition or–”

“Of course! Thor just hates the whole pretense of studios, such a headache. Besides, this place is so big, we may as well get some use of it.”

“Makes sense,” you accept with a nod.

“This way,” she directs you up the left arm of the double staircase, “oh, dear, you must be so anxious. I do forget how it used to be. But you don’t need to worry. Thor showed me your last picture, what was it? Caliber? I loved it, dear, you are very talented.”

“That means a lot, especially from you,” you say as you follow her, hiking your bag up to your shoulder.

“After you’ve gone through the whole… process, we’re going to do a nice little dinner. You’re more than welcome to join.”

“Thank you, that’s so nice.”

“Don’t be so nervous,” she turns to you as she stops before a door, “you will do just fine. He’s already very fond of you, oh and you are so effortlessly endearing.” She touches your shoulder, “and I do prefer you to the one who came yesterday. She was… loud.”

“Thank you,” you smile as she reaches for the door handle, “um, before… before I go, can I just tell you that you were amazing in Eden. It’s one of my favourites.”

“You do not have to pander to me, dear,” she chuckles lightly.

“I’m not. I–” you clear your throat as you recall the monologue you learned in high school, “‘If we go any further, we cannot go back but—’” You look around, as if there is someone watching, “‘if we go no further, we will be lost forever.’”

She gives a slanted grin, “oh, you’re not lying.”

“I was a very obsessed teenager,” you laugh at yourself, “I’m sorry.”

“No, no, go on,” he pushes down the petal shaped lever, “he’s waiting.”

You nod and turn as she waits for you to enter. You slip through and the door shuts behind you. It’s not what you expected. Any of it. The room is dimly lit, an artificial fireplace licking along one wall, as Thor sits on a chaise with his phone in hand. On the table next to him is a script and a legal pad.

“Er,” you begin nervously, “I’m here.”

You cringe at your own stupid declaration as his head pops up. He brightens and stands to greet you, “oh, you are. I did fear you might not come. Please, ignore any redundant messages I just sent.”

“Oh, uh, that’s fine, I’m sorry, I thought–”

“You’re one time, early,” he says as he approaches and offers his hand, “always a good impression.”

He bends and kisses your forehead before you can react. You say nothing. It’s not the worst you’ve encountered. Too many directors like to physically guide you around a set and they tend to have wandering hands.

“So, you read the script?” He asks as he retreats and sits again. He puts his phone aside and takes the script from the square table.

“I devoured it. It’s so interesting.”

“I can only take so much credit. My brother is a gifted writer,” he flips through the pages, “and you got my notes for the scene we’ll go over?”

“Yes, I think,” you put your bag down, “I think I got it.”

“I don’t mind if you read,” he says, “short notice and all.”

“No, no, I’m awful with a script in hand,” you give an awkward flutter of your fingers, “I’m ready.”

“Alright, so I’ll be Erikkson and you are Alva,” he sets the context, “remember that this is set during a snowstorm…”

You listen diligently as he lays it out. He’s sauve, a professional. The way he goes through it so naturally. You do wonder about the producers, there’s usually one around for auditions, or at least a casting director. You peek around, trying to find a lens, it’s at least standard to record.

You don’t question it. You don’t want to ruin this. You can’t just throw this away after years of scrimping and scraping for parts. You might finally be able to give up the server gig.

“We’re lost,” Thor begins the scene and looks at you, your cue.

“You’re lost,” you argue, “and stubborn.”

You go through the lines. They flow easily despite the late night cramming them into your brain. You follow your instinct, imagine the set around you, a whole swirl of snow gusting and guiding you. You don’t think, just go.

You finish the scene as Thor signals with a clap. His script is beside him. You only feel his gaze then, realise how intently he’s watching you.

“I like it. You’re… subtle. Natural. Exactly what we need.”

“I’m sure you have others to see still,” you say, “before you can make a decision.”

“My mind is made up, I want you,” he says.

“Really?” You can’t help but beam.

“Yes,” he beckons you over, “come here.”

“Um,” your lip twitches but you near him, “what’s up?”

“Well, there’s one more thing we should try, just before I call my casting director,” he pats the seat next to him.

“Okay…” you sit, nervously rubbing your palms together.

“You read the entire script?” 

“Yep,” you answer.

“So you know… we– Erikkson and Alva, they kiss.”

You poke your tongue into your cheek, “uh, yeah, but that’s… standard.”

“Still, chemistry is everything,” he angles towards you, “I want to be sure you’re the one.”

“Well, wouldn’t that be better…” your voice trails off and you correct yourself, “yeah, I suppose.”

“It’s all business,” he assures, “if we don’t mesh, it could ruin the whole thing. Trust me, I’ve had some real dead fish.”

You try not to show your discomfort at his last comment. Dead fish? Is that how he sees actresses or women in general? 

“Alright,” you shift, “I…”

He touches your cheek and leans in slowly. You tilt your head back and meet his lips as they descend. His beard tickles you as your mouths join and he slides his tongue out. You let him in, wanting to just get it done with and show him you can do anything he needs. 

He hums and his hand slips around the back of your head, holding you against him. He smothers you hotly and you find it hard to breathe. You press against his chest, it’s enough to prove yourself. More than. He doesn’t budge.

He pushes you down against the couch, your legs crushed sideways under him as he follows you down. You babble into his mouth and clutch the fabric of his shirt. You bite down on his tongue and he parts at last with a hiss.

“Get off,” you shove him but he remains unmoved, “Thor, what– I think we got it.”

You try to sit up and force him off you but he keeps you trapped under him. He cradles your head, his thumb brushing your cheekbone, “you know how big this could be for you?”

You’re taken aback. His timbre grinds in his throat, different than before. His aura is suddenly dark and smoky around you. His eyes are dilated and endless. You shudder as you press your fingertips into his chest.

“I know but… I don’t want it. Get off.”

His eyes close and he remains as he is. His lip twitches and his jaw ticks. His breath scours you as he lets it out through his nose, your arms trembling beneath his weight.

“Do you know what happens when you say no?”

You gulp and bat your lashes as your eyes burn, “Thor, please, I can’t do this–”

“No, you don’t. Because the ones who say no aren’t heard from. Not in Hollywood. You say no right now and you say no to every director and producer in Hollywood. Hell, I could get you barred all the way to Broadway–”

“Thor, you don’t have to give me the part, alright? I just can’t–”

“You do it or you don’t work again. Not outside that bistro paying you pennies.”

Ice flows through your veins as his heat enwraps you, consuming you in fiery horror. You stare at him, speechless. It’s all you ever wanted but is it worth the cost?

“You’re so beautiful,” he purrs as he caresses your cheek, “I didn’t want it to be like this.”

“I’m just…” your mouth is dry, your tongue clumsy. You feel your stomach pit and swallow up your soul; a fair price for a dream you can’t let go, “surprised. I wasn’t prepared–”

“Baby, I’ll be good to you,” he grazes over your hair and cradles your head, “you just gotta let me…” his lips brush yours softly, “I’m gonna make you a star.”

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #celeb au #au #thor x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #avengers

[h0r0gur4mu]

Gotta Catch Em’ All!

trainer!hobie brown x gn!trainer!reader

text that is small is an optional detail!

pls give advice on hobies accent

fluff, headcanons + mini scenarios, pokémon-au

POKEDEX: HOBART BROWN

Name — Hobie Brown

ID No. — XXXXXX

Britain Pokedex — Earth-136

Money — Thief!

Battle Points — 947283

He’s a menace to say the least. Not in a quirky but in a way where he’s actually a national problem.

He likes Fairy and Ghost types. He feels like people aim for physical and elementally strong Pokémon because they’re known to be efficient; but who said that he couldn’t beat them? Snap out of it!

He found Mimikyu one day behind a brush in the woods

Love at first sight fr

He gave it a spiked collar and a spiked-mohawk-headband

He doesn’t use Pokéballs unless Mimikyu is seriously injured and there’s no where to rest at the moment

“It’s just controllin to keep em in there.”

No doubt about it he’s one of the greatest trainers you’ve ever seen

Him being pretty helps too ig

“A-and he just stole from my mansion—!” The exasperated man shouted at you. “Aren’t you trainers worth any good? Use your Pokémon to stop him!”

“Yeah yeah old man, I got you!” You lazily scanned the area and went around the back of the mansion.

Everything’s normal so far until you see a large picture on the porcelain white walls of the mansion.

There was a large “mural” in black, dark blue, and red. In huge letters it wrote: PUNK-MON WINS! Noticing that the thief was still finishing the painting you turned the corner and walked towards him. He had a mask on and held a spray can in his hand.

“Yo—!”

“Ki-ki-ki-kyu!!!” You felt something slash at your leg, causing you to crash to the ground.

“What on earth is that?! Your scary Pokémon just bit me or something!”

The tall boy picked it up. Speaking of which, what was that thing? It looked like a wannabe Pikachu with spikes attached on it’s head. “Good little Mimikyu, beatin’ up stalkers whereva you see ‘em.”

“Stalkers? Huh—hey you mean me! I’m not a stalker!”

He helped you up. “You betta not be a copper.”

You glared at him. How are you gonna trip someone and then accuse them of trying to arrest you? Who is this loser?

He removed his mask.

Suddenly you’re not mad anymore.

“Aha, um… I see we got off on the wrong foot.” You batted your eyes. “Emphasis on foot… what is that thing?”

“This TING!!! Is my baby. My punk bunny. Mimikyu say hi!” The little creature garbled and babbled away.

“Was that ‘hi’ or possessed screeches?”

“Ion even know m’self to be honest.” He looked a little disturbed by Mimikyu, but then smiled. “My name’s Obie Brown, and I’m the number one criminal of rich-heads like this around town.”

“Very cool Hobie Brown. Only problem is that rich-head thinks Pokémon are the cause of all this vandalism and he’s trying to take down all the gyms in this area.”

“Oh!”

“Oh.”

“Right then. WE’RE GOIN TA KILL A RICH GUY!”

“Ki-kyu-ki-ki-ki-kyu!” Mimikyu excitedly garbled.

“WE’RE GOING TO WHAT?! HEY WAIT I WANNA JOIN IN!”

You couldn’t believe you were robbing the house of guy you promised to help. At least it’s not like he needs said money anyway—he has a whole nother vault on a separate island. The goal was to strip the old man of everything he owned in this mansion.

You wedged the metal bar Hobie had lended you inti the crack of the safe’s opening. “Darn. [Poke!Name], a little help here?”

Your Pokémon croaked a little noise and threw an attack at the metal door, which surprisingly made a big enough dent to pull at.

The doors hinges dropped and inside revealed a tomb of gold and stacks of money. Including golden Pokéballs.

“Woah…”

Alright! No more marveling. Here was the hard part of the mission—getting all of the things into the cheap school bags you had stolen bought and throwing them out the window.

Needless to say, it was a rather taxing job. You were constantly on your toes watching out for a stray maid or butler to come in.

“Okay! [Poke!Name], we’re finished. And no thanks to you… You’re lucky I love you.” The moment you slightly pushed the vault door open an alarm blasted. You winced as the painful ringing echoed in your ears. “It must’ve not been triggered when we blasted through it, but opening it does.”

You managed to hurl some bags at the window. But your own escape was more difficult—and you could heart the rapid footsteps coming down the hall.

“Darn—!”

“DOWN HEYAH!”

That familiar British voice! You stuck your head at the window and saw Hobie with outstretched arms.

“JUMP DOWN! I’LL CATCH YA!”

“ARE YOU COOCOO FOR COCOPUFFS?”

“TRUST!”

You anxiously rubbed your arms as you heard the servants working on the entrance door. Who would win: your fear of heights or your fear of jail?

“Open up!”

Darn, darn, darn, darn—

Your Pokémon pushed you out the window. WHAT?

You were falling—you were falling—you were going to meet your death—

“Ya not fallin anymore you damsel in distress.”

You blushed out of embarrassment and got out of Hobie’s arms. “Ahem, thank you.”

He suddenly grabbed your hand tightly and started running away from the mansion. “So, what’s the name? I never caught it!”

You sighed. You really got yourself into some sort of mess. “[Name]. Your new partner in crime.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“I WAS BEING SARCASTIC.”

#hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x gender neutral reader #astv x reader

[hit-me-with-your-bat-please]

Metal Bat x Fem!Reader 🍋

A scenario in which reader finds themselves with a rare moment alone with their hero boyfriend, Metal Bat(Baddo) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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You couldn’t wait for school to be done, your boyfriend had texted you earlier saying to come by his place for a special date night. Little did he know just how special it was about to be.

Packing your bag and tidying the rest of your belongings, you made your way to the gates of your school only to be surprised by the love of your life.

“Hey darlin, I hope you’re ready for our date tonight,” he said wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and giving you a light kiss on the check.

“Is Zenko going to be joining us?”

“No, we got the whole place to ourselves. So i was thinkin’ maybe grab some food to go and make the most of it,” he said with a small smile.

There was just idle chitchat on the way to the ramen shop nearest his house, talking about his day of slaying monsters and your day of wanting to yeet yourself out a window from listening to your maths teacher drone on and on about nonsensical equations. Maybe the slight scolding from you towards Metal Bat for once again ditching. He whined about how he can’t be a supportive big brother, a hero, and a boyfriend without some sacrifices. You chuckled and looked at him with a soft smile squeezing his hand slightly, both of you opting to walk to his house in blissful silence.

Sometimes you were amazed with how you scored a Class-S hero as your boyfriend, you two were complete opposites. You were more soft spoken, gentle, and had the body strength of a singular dry noodle, while Bat was loud, intense, and had muscles chiseled out by the gods themselves.

There was many a night you couldn’t sleep due to dreaming about what it would be like to finally give yourself to your lover, you thought about the way his body would look and more importantly what his cock looked like, the length and girth, if he was more veiny or not. The way he would feel stretching out your tight, wet, virgin pussy.

“Ya good babe?” He asked. Uh-oh, you didn’t realize you had slipped off into a daydream, a slight blush forming on your face as you stepped through the gate.

“Yeah, just lost in thought,” what you wanted to say was more so along the lines of *no, i need you to ravish my whole being, take me and make me yours* but you were trying to play it cool. He absolutely saw right through your bravado. (What? You didn’t think you were alone in these feelings right?)

Metal Bat also had a dirty secret of his own, one involving using his hand and his own dirty thoughts about what you looked like underneath your school uniform. The nights he was too horny to sleep, he would often think about you, how your soft your breasts would feel opposed to his rough and calloused hands, how your pussy would feel and he pumps his hard cock in and out of you. How tight your walls would grip his dick as you come undone around him.

After taking off your shoes and putting the few bags on the kitchen counter, you made your way to the bathroom to change in privacy. Thankfully you remembered to bring the lingerie you had bought to school with you. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but the way the light blue coloring complimented your hair, skin, and eye color, you just couldn’t pass it up. Plus it was like five dollars on the clearance rack. You put on some old sweatpants and shirt Baddo had given you a while back and made your way to the living room.

You walked in to see Baddo spread out on the couch, already having a program on tv to watch while eating. While you did enjoy spending time with him like this, your thoughts from earlier still had you feeling hot and bothered. You couldn’t stop thinking about how he would feel on top of you, how soft his chest would feel against yours. You hoped the lacey bodysuit wouldn’t get ripped apart since he was known to be pretty impatient.

He looked at you from the corner of his eye, taking in your small frame, wondering how your baked body would feel pressed against his. How absolutely debauched your perfect face would look in wanton pleasure. How desperately he wanted to be the source of your moans, and how much he wanted to make you scream his name.

“Hey Baddo,” you spoke first, breaking the silence.

“Ya?”

“I… I really want to fuck you,” you were surprised at your own boldness, but you had literally been dreaming about this man destroying you in the best ways possible.

“Yer serious?”

“Absolutely, i want you to be my first,” a blush spreading across your face.

He pick you up bridal style and carried you into his bedroom. Laying you on your back he hovered over you, peppering your face and neck with kisses while one hand was slowly reaching the bottom of your shirt. With a look and a nod from you he kept going, gently lifting it up and up until he hit a different fabric.

“What the hell is this?”

“Guess you’ll just have to keep going and find out.”

He kept dragging the cotton fabric over you until adjusting you to fully take it off, next thing to go was your sweatpants until the sheer lacey fabric of the bodysuit was all that covered your body. It was a shame to not leave it on but you shuffled it off so that it wasn’t in the way later.

“Holy shit, yer fuckin’ perfect babe,” he said nearly breathlessly, eyes not looking away from your body even as he got up to take off his own clothing. You could see his dick struggling against the confines of his boxers, and audibly gasped when it sprung out of it’s prison. He was a lot bigger than you imagined, you were almost concerned with not being able to walk afterwards. Almost.

“Like what ya see?” He coyly asked, taking his place on top you. Dipping his fingers into your soaking folds, his breath hitched. “Damn, yer already so wet for me babe. Are you ready?” He asked, eyes filled with lust and concern.

“Yes, please take me,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck as he lined up his cock with your soaking pussy.

You could feel him shudder in excitement as he slowly started pushing into you. His eyes scanning your face for any sign that you might want to stop.

“Holy shit, yer so tight,” he moaned out.

“Fuck, your cock is so big,” you were moaning, but aware of the foreign feeling in the pit of your abdomen. It didn’t really hurt, it just felt a little weird as you didn’t really know what it would feel like.

You couldn’t control your moans as he buried himself all the way to the hilt. Begging him to pick up the pace, he obliged your request. His own moans matching the volume of yours, neighbors be damned.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and moaning filled his room.

“Fuck babe, I love hearing the sounds you make. Yer so fuckin perfect, and yer all mine.” The only reply you could muster was yet more moans as you felt that almost fiery knot grow.

“You’re.. you’re going…to…make me cum,” you sputtered out between moaning his name.

“Then be a good girl and cum for me. Ya dont know how much i wanna feel yer little pussy squeeze my cock as ya cum baby.”

That was all you needed to let go. Shaking and practically screaming his name, you came hard around him. He wasn’t too far behind you, picking up his pace and his thrusting becoming erratic. Groaning and and moaning your name he pulled out and came all over your stomach. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed some tissues and cleaned his mess off you before laying down next to you

“I didn’t go too hard did I?”

“No, you felt absolutely amazing. I love you so much Baddo,” you said still trying to catch your breath.

“I love you too,” he said placing a small kiss on your forehead.

#metal bat #baddo #one punch man #opm #metal bat x reader #lemony goodness #kinzoku baddo #dont forgive me father i have sinned and im okay with that #( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) #i need a cold shower

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Can you write a blurb about your latest earring headcanon? It’s so wholesome😭🥺

Hello! I'm so sorry this took a bit for me to write, I kind of struggled a bit coming up with scenarios, but I hope you enjoy! ☺️

For anyone curious, these are the headcanons.

The boys wouldn't give the matching earring to just anyone. Like they have to be in love with that person, that had to be their mate before they even entertain the idea. Why? Because that's as close to a wedding ring as you may get with these boys. They are allowing you to wear something that directly ties to them, something more than just their jacket or bracelets or anything like that. These earrings are a big thing. You join the group, you get your own earring…but it's different from everyone else's, it has to represent you just like theirs represents them, so to have you walking around with their matching earring on…that's it, end game, you're theirs.

You had been with David for a bit now, and you can still remember when the two of you met that fateful night on the boardwalk. You had been hanging out with your friends, chatting in front of the movie rental store when suddenly the sound of motorcycle engines drowned out your words. You had turned to the noise, rather annoyed about being interrupted, when you spotted him. He was sin in leather and you swear everything else disappeared, especially when those piercing blue eyes met yours. He was easy to fall for, those smooth words and charming smile enough to make even the most prudish of women give into fantasies. And fall you did, and rather hard too, so much so that when he showed you what he really was you didn't even bat an eye. You gave him everything you had to offer, and in return, so did he. Because what he never confessed was as soon as he saw you he knew you were his, you would always be his. He had never felt that before, but as soon as he laid eyes on you the world vanished. He hadn't let on that he was nervous when he told you what he was, he wanted you to accept him on your own, and when you did, he knew even more that you would be with him forever. That was almost a year ago, and the offer to change was still on the table, an offer you had been cautious about. Yes you were beyond in love with him, but the thought of throwing away your humanity still scared you a bit. Tonight had been another night at the boardwalk though, and another night of David dealing with surf Nazis trying to get you, knowing very well who you were with. Tonight though, this one has been rather bold…or rather stupid, in saying.

"I don't see a ring on her finger, must not want her too much" and that was how later that night he became David's dinner. But his words struck a chord with David, you could tell because he was unusually quiet. Even after you returned to the cave, everyone else already forgetting the dumb man's words, but you watched him go to his room before leaving the cave. You were worried to say the least, David was never like this, so you followed him, and found him on the beach smoking. You sat next to him in silence, knowing that he would only talk when he wanted to, so instead you looked up at the full moon overhead.

"I still want you to turn" he finally spoke, a sentence he had told you before.

"And I will,I promise" you told him, which you had promised him before, you were willing to change, you just needed a bit more time of being human.

"I don't have a ring" he started after a moment, causing you to look over at him and finding him already looking at you.

"I never saw the use for one" he paused for a moment, reaching into his pocket, before he pulled out his matching earring. You stared at the metal that glinted in the moonlight with wide eyes. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them. So to have David offering you his…It was better than any ring.

"Are…Are you really offering me?" You couldn't finish as you looked into his eyes and only saw love.

"I still want you to turn" he spoke again, this time with a smile.

"Because I want you to be mine forever"

"Oh David" you smiled, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss.

"I already am". He leaned in to give you another kiss before leaning back and placing the earring in your ear, watching as the grin stretched even wider on your face. 

Dwayne knew you would be his when he first laid eyes on you. They had all gone to the boardwalk, Laddie included, and enjoyed their night, though at one point Laddie had asked Star if he could go play some more games, the woman agreed and off they went. Dwayne figured he would be safe with Star, and so the boys went on their own way to look for dinner that night…what they hadn't expected was a little later Star and Michael to come over asking if Laddie had come back to them. Star explained that she ran into Michael and they started talking and when she looked down Laddie was gone. Dwayne was upset that Star had let him out of his sight and immediately left to look for the boy. When he found him he was holding the hand of a girl and smiling up at her, holding a big bat plush in his other hand. 

"Dwayne!" Laddie yelled when he spotted the man and immediately ran up to him.

"You left Star" Dwayne spoke, and Laddie hung his head.

"I'm sorry, Star and Michael started kissing and it was gross" he explained and they both heard a soft chuckle behind the boy, Dwayne looked up, meeting the girl's eyes and instantly knowing. It was like everything faded away but her.

"This is Y/N! She won me this" Laddie smiled, holding up the plush. Dwayne looked down at the boy with a soft smile, before returning his gaze to the girl.

"Thank you"

"Oh it's no problem, I just spotted him at the games by himself and, well with the reputation this town has I couldn't just leave him there alone, so I figured I would accompany him until we could find someone" you explained with a smile.

"I have a bunch of nieces and nephews back home that are around his age so I'm used to taking care of little ones" you added, grabbing his interest even more. 

"I'm Dwayne" he spoke, giving you a charming smile, and watching as the light blush dusted your cheeks.

"Y/N…though you already knew that because Laddie told you…sorry that was…"

"It's very nice to meet you" Dwayne spoke up, cutting off your ramblings, no matter how cute they were, he figured he would save you the embarrassment. 

"It's nice to meet you too" you smiled,before a silence fell. And he watched you fiddle with your rings.

"Well I should probably-"

"Do you want to walk around a bit? With Laddie and I?" He asked, not wanting you to walk away just yet, not when he had finally found you.

"Yeah" you answered quickly before catching yourself.

"Yeah I'd love to"

That was almost a year ago, and tonight was very much just as it was then, the two of you walking around the boardwalk, Laddie holding a hand each, and the two of you lightly swinging him, smiling as the young boy laughed. It hadn't taken long for Laddie to adopt you as his mom, he found that motherly comfort in you almost immediately and you would be lying if you said you didn't think of the boy as your son.

"It's getting late" you stated, and watched as Dwayne looked up to the sky, noting that it wouldn't be long until morning.

"You should grab something to eat before it gets any later" you told him, and he nodded before looking at you. He had been so worried when he told you what he was, so worried that you would just turn and run…But you didn't. You just smiled at him, grabbed his hand and told him you were in it for the long haul, you had even agreed to turn one day when you were ready. 

"I can watch Laddie, don't worry" you smiled, bringing the little boy towards you as he smiled up at you, back now against you while your arms draped over him.

"Yeah y/n and I can go on rides until you get back!" He smiled at the man who laughed.

"Not too many, both of you have had way too much cotton candy" he stated, walking closer to you.

"Ugh, yes dad" you sighed,but couldn't stop the smile that peeked through when you looked at Dwayne, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"I'll be back soon" he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips and earning a 

"Ew gross!" From Laddie, the both of you parted with a laugh and you watched him slowly walk off to find the others.

"Let's go on the bumper cars first!" Laddie yelled, already dragging you off. That was at least twenty minutes ago, and you both decided to get something to drink before another ride, what you hadn't expected was a guy to come up behind you in line and start flirting. 

"Come on beautiful, I don't even mind that you have a kid, I wouldn't mind being a dad" the guy smiled, the action making your skin crawl.

"I already have a dad!" Laddie yelled as he started pulling you away, no longer wanting a drink, at least not from there.

"Come on kid don't spoil your mom's fun, we were just talking"

"No you were just leaving me and my son alone" you told him.

"Or what? He must not be a husband, I don't see a ring on your finger, so is he even around or did he just knock you up and take off?" He asked and his question made you see red, but just before you could cuss him out Laddie spoke up again.

"My dad is totally gonna kick your butt!"

"Oh yeah?" The guy taunted with a laugh.

"Yeah" Dwayne's voice rang out behind the man and caused him to quickly spin around, coming face to chest with Dwayne. You watched him slowly look up at a very pissed off Dwayne and could visibly see the man start shaking.

"Look man, all I was saying was I didn't see anything on her that said she was taken" he tried to defend…stupidly.

"She said she wasn't interested, that should have been enough" Dwayne stated.

"Or do you need more?"

"N-No it's enough man, whatever" and with that he bolted, leaving a very pissed off Dwayne, while you and Laddie laughed.

"I thought he was gonna pee his pants," you laughed.

"He was so scared," Laddie giggled.

"I'm glad you two are amused" Dwayne spoke, still upset but having calmed down some.

"Oh come on, his reaction to you was funny"

"He chose right by leaving"

"Yeah otherwise you would have kicked his butt" Laddie smiled, causing Dwayne to smile too.

"Exactly" he said before picking the boy up.

"Come on, let's head back" he stated and began walking to the bikes, Laddie held in one arm and your hand held in his other.

"Such a cute family" you heard an older woman say as you passed, and you couldn't stop the blush, you guessed you three really did look like a family like this…especially when Laddie called you mom and Dwayne dad.

Once you returned to the bikes Dwayne sat Laddie onto Paul's bike, while you climbed into his.

"We'll meet you at the cave" he told the boys who nodded before taking off, but before you could ask questions Dwayne was taking off towards the other part of the beach. The two of you finally slowed to a stop when he was far enough away from everything, and you took his hand as he helped you off of his bike.

"Babe what's wrong?" You asked, you could feel the tension coming from him still.

"This isn't about that guy still right?" You asked again, watching as Dwayne sighed, so it was. What about that guy got him like this?

"Just something he said I guess" he spoke, watching you tilt your head.

"He said you didn't have anything that said you were taken, and that's true"

"Well I would suggest your jacket but I'm not too keen on having to beat up other women every time we walk around so" you joked, getting a smile and chuckle out of him, good, he was relaxing.

"No, but there is something I can give you" he told you as he made his way to you, stopping just as your body's were almost touching. You watched as he lifted his hand and opened it, his matching earring resting in his palm. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them, so for him to offer it to you made you tear up.

"Wait…really?" You asked, looking up at him through slightly blurry vision, but you could still see the soft smile he gave you.

"Only if you want to"

"Yes! Yes a thousand times yes" you laughed, wiping at the tears while Dwayne gently placed the earring through your pierced ear, before leaning down to capture your lips.

"I love you" he breathed against them

"I love you too" you smiled.

Paul would know right away that you were the one for him. He always believed in true love and always believed he would have this feeling when he found the one he was supposed to be with…And that's what happened when he met you. You had been hanging out in the record shop with your friends when this loud group of guys walked in..well…a group of four with two being loud, one in particular. Though you had to admit that even though he was loud, he was extremely easy on the eyes. Paul on the other hand knew something was different as soon as he stepped into the record shop, it was like there was electricity in the air, and he just knew. Quickly looking around his eyes spotted a group of girls, but his eyes focused on one. Making his way over he quickly made note of the Motley Crue album you were looking at. 

"Beautiful and good taste of music" he smiled, watching as you looked up, the world quickly fading away when your eyes met. 

"Could say the same about you" you winked at him, and he swore he melted.

"I'm Paul" 

"Y/n" you smiled.

"Got any good recommendations?" You asked after a beat, and he couldn't stop the excitement as he began to suggest all his favorite bands. That was almost a year ago and Paul still couldn't believe he was lucky enough to find his one. You had even promised to turn! He still remembered when he told you what he was, he was so scared you would just turn and run, say you never wanted to see him again, the thought had him shaking. But you hadn't, in fact you had tackled him! Going on about how cool it was that he was a vampire and asking if he could turn you when you were ready. He swore he had died and gone to heaven at that moment. So when the night started out as any other he hadn't thought anything could go wrong, the both of you had enjoyed the concert that happened on the boardwalk, a rock band actually having stopped in town, and honestly you and Paul were riding a music high. So when David had told Paul they needed to go feed before it got any later you ushered Paul along, telling him you would be here when he got back, and he swore he wouldn't take long. You were just walking around, enjoying the buzz of the boardwalk when you were stopped by a voice, and upon turning, realized it was one of the members of the band.

"Oh my God hi! You guys were awesome!" You smiled, happy to express your love of their music, after all, it had you and Paul dancing all night.

"Hey thanks gorgeous, you know I saw you in the crowd, wanted to know if a pretty thing like you wanted to come back to the tour bus, maybe party with some rockstars" he flashed you a smirk and you instantly regretted acknowledging this guy.

"Oh! No, I'm waiting on my boyfriend" you told him, hoping that saying boyfriend would give him the hint…it did not.

"Not a very good boyfriend if he left you here alone, if you were mine I wouldn't let a beautiful thing like you out of my sight" he smiled.

"Well that's the cool thing about trust" you told him.

"I'm sure he trusts you, but I wouldn't trust other guys to not just" he started, walking closer.

"Snag you right up" he finished, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer.

"Hey! Let me go asshole!" You yelled, pushing against him.

"Come on baby, lose the wannabe rockstar and come try out a real one"

"Fuck you! Paul is more of a man than you could ever hope to be" you told him, slamming your foot down onto his and making him lose his grip. That paired with him suddenly flying backwards caused you to break free, a new hand on your lower back.

"You ok baby?" Paul asked as he looked down at you, examining you for injuries.

"I'm fine Paulie, thank you" you told him, and his attention instantly turned to the man.

"When a woman says fuck off, she means fuck off" he stated, stepping in front of you.

"I take it you're the boyfriend" the guy laughed before looking around Paul at you.

"Really? Him?"

"Bitch!" You started, going to lunge forward but Paul stepped in front of you again.

"Yes me, now go back to your band" he stated.

"Or what? Come on man, a girl like that, not wearing anything of yours? She can't mean much to you" the man stated rather stupidly, but the statement struck a chord with Paul and suddenly the man was pressed against the wall.

"You have no idea what she means to me, now if you want to keep touring I suggest you leave" he spoke lowly, and unbeknownst to you, flashing his vampiric eyes for only a moment, but enough to make the man get the picture and take off.

"Damn babe, slam me against a wall like that" you laughed, but Paul just grabbed your hand and led you to his bike. The silence put you on edge, Paul was many things, but silent was not one of them. You climbed into the bike and grabbed him just as he took off towards the beach, not stopping until he was far enough away from everyone. 

"Babe, talk to me" you tried once the two of you got off of the bike.

"It just annoyed me, how he thought he could just take you, how he thought you meant nothing to me" 

"Paul babe, he was an idiot, you and I both know what we mean to each other" you told him, but he just shook his head.

"But I want everyone to know what you mean to me" he told you, and you smiled.

"You planning on putting a ring on my finger" you joked, but watched as Paul just stared at you.

"Paul?"

"It's not a ring but" he spoke before slowly lowering onto one knee, your hands instantly covering your mouth.

"Paul, what are you?"

"You're my mate y/n, I wanna be with you forever…if you'll have me?" He asked, opening his hand and showing the matching earring to his. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them, so to have Paul using it as an engagement ring in a way.

"There is no one else I would want to spend forever with" you told him with such love he swore he could feel it. With a wide grin he got up and gently placed the earring through your pierced ear, giggling when it dangled against your skin.

"I love you" he breathed.

"I love you too Paulie" you smiled, pulling him down for a kiss, watching as he grinned when you broke apart.

"Now, about slamming you against a wall" he smirked.

Marko is flirty but that doesn't mean he believes in love at first sight. He often teases Paul about how Paul swears he will know when he finds his mate, how he will just be able to feel it, yes Marko always thought Paul was stupid for believing in that kind of stuff…Until he met you. There was just something about you that drew him in, something that made him want to always be around you. You had been coming out of the tattoo shop, cling wrap covering the new ink that you were happily sporting, and he swore he had never smelled something as amazing as you. The smell had reached him first, before he turned to look, and once his eyes landed on you it was like there was nothing else, even Paul's voice faded away as he watched you laughing with your friends, a grin spread as you examined your new tattoo. Without thinking he dismounted his bike and was walking over to you.

"So what did we get?" He had asked playfully, looking at your arm that now sported a very stylized bat, it was actually rather impressive.

"Oh! Just…something I drew up" you smiled shyly at him, a faint red tinting your cheeks as he smiled at you.

"A fellow artist, may have to get you to design me something cutie" he grinned, watching as your blush deepened at the nickname and your smile widened.

"Yeah, I could do that" you had told him, and he swore he hated how right Paul had been about love. That was almost a year ago, he had since told you what he was, something he was terrified would be the breaking point between the two of you, but you had taken his face in your hands to examine him closer, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his fanged mouth, smiling, and telling him that you loved him no matter what…that had been the first time either of you had said those words and he didn't even bother trying to stop himself as he picked you up, grinning up at you before you leaned down and kissed him again. Tonight had started out a typical night at the boardwalk, playing games and going on rides when it suddenly went downhill, all because of a tourist that wouldn't take no for an answer.

"I said no thank you! I'm in a happy relationship!" You told the man, before turning to leave for what felt like the hundredth time.

"It can't be too happy if he is not even here, come on amore mio, let me show you what a relationship should be" he smiled, and the fact that he called you something that Marko normally did made your stomach turn in disgust.

"I said no! Now go away!" You stated, grabbing the plush bat that Marko had won you before he went off to feed with the boys, tighter to your chest while you turned.

"Amore mi-"

"Chiama di nuovo il mio amore e sei morto (call my love again and you're dead)" you heard a very familiar voice speak, and instantly you felt a wave of comfort wash over you, turning, you spotted a very pissed off Marko standing behind the man.

"Chi sei? (Who are you?)" The man asked, and you hated that you were still learning Italian from Marko, wishing you could understand them.

"Lei marito (her husband)" Marko growled.

"Marito? non vedo nessun anello lei dito (husband? I see no ring on her finger)" the man laughed

"Non vedrai niente se continui a parlare con mia moglie (you won't see anything if you keep talking to my wife)" Marko spoke, and the tone told you it was a warning, but you were too struck by the bit that you were able to pick out…Marito meant husband…and Moglie meant wife….Had Marko just called you his wife? You watched the man simply scoff before finally leaving you alone, and you watched Marko eye him as he left, no doubt Marko would be feeding twice that night. 

"Amore mio (my love)" you spoke, turning him to face you, watching the anger begin to melt.

"Thank you" you smiled while leaning in to kiss him, a kiss he happily returned.

"Come on" he told you, and took your hand, leading you to his bike that you happily climbed on. He quickly drove you to the beach, wanting to be with just you for a bit, because he knew there was something he needed to do. 

"Marko, can I ask you something?" You asked while the two of you walked.

"Course babe" 

"Did you call me your wife? That's what Moglie means right? And Marito means husband" you stopped as he stopped a few steps behind you. 

"Are you mad?" He asked

"What? No! No I'm not mad" you smiled.

"Just…surprised" you shrugged with a laugh.

"Why?"

"Well…I mean…I guess…I never thought I'd be lucky enough to meet someone like you, let alone that they might one day think of me…That way" you told him, and it was true, Marko really was the guy of your dreams.

"Babe, can you close your eyes?" He asked, watching as you nodded, slowly closing your eyes. He knew he would do this one day with you, especially when you agreed to turn, that day coming closer every second. Slowly he pulled the earring from his pocket, gently hooking it through your pierced ear and watching as the matching little black skull dangled against your skin.

"It's not a ring but" he stated, and you opened your eyes, you hand reaching up to feel the little skull, and instantly your heart melted. You had asked the boys early on if they only had one earring or if it was simply a choice to wear only one, to which they explained their concept, and what they planned to do with the other earring because of how much it symbolized for them and to now be wearing Marko's matching one.

"It's better than a ring" you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss that he happily returned.

"Sei tutto per me (you're everything to me)" he spoke against your lips, causing you to giggle.

"You haven't taught me that one yet" 

"Just glad you're mine" he smiled.

"Per sempre tua (forever yours)" you smiled before he leaned in to kiss you again.

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Again the Italian is from Google translate so I really do apologize if any of it is wrong. I don't know enough yet to not use Google translate 🥺

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