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Mammon’s Valentine

pairing: mammon x gn!mc

word count: 2.4k

summary: You decide to get a Valentine's gift for each of the brothers, starting with Mammon. 

a/n: i know this is late but i wanted to do it anyway lol also, let me know if you want any for the undateables. i’m going to write one for each brother, but was unsure for the side characters. 

part one of the valentine’s day series

“Have you ever heard of Valentine’s Day?” It was an innocent question, one that had been lingering on your mind for a while. As you slowly spin around in circles on your desk chair, you wait for Mammon’s answer. The holiday was just around the corner, and you were hoping you could do something special for the boys, something to show them how much they meant to you. Of course, you wouldn’t be surprised if at least some of them knew about the holiday, but you’d like it to be a surprise. You wanted to give all of them something unique, something that you thought would fit each of their personalities. While you had plenty of ideas for some of the brothers, others, well… 

“Never heard of it.” 

A smile formed on your lips from the demon’s response. That’s what you were ideally hoping for; you thought he’d have the cutest reaction to being surprised. Plus, if he was unaware of the holiday, he wouldn’t be suspicious or expecting anything from you. It was perfect for the most part. However… Mammon was one of the brothers you struggled with when thinking up ideas. Not only did Mammon own just about anything he’d ever want, but he also had the money to buy whatever he wanted. 

You could work with this, at least. “Say, Mammon, are you prepared for the exam tomorrow?” You decided to change the topic before he had the chance to ask you about it. “I can help you study if you want. Since it’s all about human history, I’m pretty much considered an expert at this.” You send him a cheeky wink, to which the white-haired demon finds himself blushing over. 

“I’ll have ya know that I’m plenty prepared!” His cheeks puff out as his eyebrows furrowed together. “But if you’re that desperate to spend time with me, then I won’t tell ya no…” 

It’s been nearly a full day since you last spent time with Mammon. The two of you have already taken your exams, and now you were left to focus on a gift you could give the demon. A few ideas have popped into your head since then, but none of them seemed good enough in your opinion. Buying him something was out of the question; anything nice that he would like you could hardly afford. And while you did want to spoil him, you just didn’t have the means to do so. 

It was when you were lounging across Asmodeus’ bed, the two of you having your usual gossip session that you came up with an idea. You were scrolling through your D.D.D and landed on an ad for stuffed animals. They were cute and small, and something Mammon would probably enjoy. However, you could do one better. Why not try to make it yourself? “Hey, Asmodeus,” you glance over at the demon who’s applying makeup in front of his mirror, “do you have any thread or fabric I could use? I want to try making a stuffed animal.” 

Asmodeus glances back at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. “A stuffed animal? That’s cute! However, I don’t think I have any fabric that would be good for something like that.” You frown at his words, though nod your head. You supposed you could always just go out and buy some yourself. “Oh!” Asmodeus snaps his fingers as a sudden thought comes to him. “Why don’t you ask Leviathan? He’s always making clothes for cosplay, and I know he can make plushies. I’ve even seen him make a pillow for Belphie once.” 

“That’s a great idea!” You beam at the thought and hop off his bed. “Thanks, Asmo!” You place a quick kiss on his cheek before darting out of his room. 

You weren’t completely hopeless when it came to the art of making plushies. You had made a panda once, and you even gave it to Mammon afterward when he seemed to like it. That being said, you were hoping that Leviathan would lend you the items you needed. However, it was always hard to tell with Leviathan depending on his mood. You’re sitting on one of his bean bags as you watch the blue-haired demon play one of his games. He had invited you in some time ago, though he told you to keep your business to yourself until he finished the current level he was on. That was… five levels ago. 

“Levi?” You fiddle with your fingers as you watch the character on the screen fight a dragon. You weren’t sure if he was winning or not. “I actually dropped by to ask you a question.” 

“Can it wait?” The demon asks between the sounds of buttons being smashed. “I’m trying to beat this level and talking to you distracts me. I need the utmost amount of focus to get past this level. I want to be the first one to clear this level,” he glances over at you briefly before bringing his attention back to the screen, “it shouldn’t be too much longer.” It had already been thirty minutes. 

A sigh leaves you as you settle into the bag. “I just wanted to borrow some items from you so I could make you and Mammon a Valentine’s gift.” You watch with a concealed smile as Leviathan immediately freezes. While this was supposed to be a gift for Mammon, you did need ideas for Leviathan as well, and you figured that plushies would also be in the realm of things he liked. Plus, you knew this would speed things up for you. After all, you only had a few days before Valentine’s Day and you needed gifts for all the brothers. That would be no small feat. 

“Y-You…” He’s looking at you with wide eyes, the controller now on the floor. You watch as the screen flashes a “GAME OVER” message. “You wanted to make me a Valentine’s gift? Someone as socially awkward as me? Me and Mammon? Sure, I understand the appeal of making a gift for someone as cool as Mammon, but me? A yucky otaku?” You stifle a laugh behind your hand. 

“Yes, Leviathan. I wanted to make you a Valentine’s Day gift.” You left out the part where you’d be making everyone a Valentine’s gift; you figured he didn’t need to know that. 

With a bright red face, he gets up from where he was sitting and brings you over to one of his drawers. “Everything I have to make crafts with is in here. Take whatever you want.” He has an arm covering his face before hurrying out of the room. You watch with a smile before returning to the task at hand. 

“Wow,” you look up from where you’re sitting on your bedroom floor to see Asmodeus leaning on your doorframe. You were in the middle of putting together the first plush for Mammon. You were surrounded by pieces of fabric and sewing string, and you may or may not have pricked yourself a couple of times in the process. Bandaids littered your fingers and Asmodeus found himself chuckling. “You are a disaster with a needle, my love.” 

“So I’m finding out.” You respond, your attention still on the plush in your hands. “But it’s coming together nicely, don’t you think? It’s definitely better than the panda I made.” 

“It was very homemade.” Asmodeus agrees. “But that was the charm.” 

“So I’ve heard.” You hum while working on the plush. “I figured a golden-colored cat would be good for Mammon. I know he isn’t Satan, but he also has a soft spot for cats.” You can hear Asmodeus hum in approval while he sits across from you. “This is leagues above the panda plush.” You’re looking down at the cat in approval, holding it up so you can check it out from every angle. “Do you think he’ll like it?” 

Asmodeus stares at you with a quirked brow. “Darling, he’ll like anything you give him. You could gift him a rock with a bow tied around it and he’d get all red in the face while swearing up and down that it’s the nicest gift anyone’s given him.” You laugh at Asmodeus’ honesty. You weren’t sure that was quite true, but you were happy to hear it nonetheless. “I’m assuming this is for Valentine’s Day?”

“I figured you’d know about the holiday.” It didn’t come as a surprise that the Avatar of Lust knew about a human holiday centered around love. “Yes, I plan on giving a gift to each of you.” Secrets were always out the window when Asmodeus was involved. “I figured I’d get a head start with Mammon’s.”

“Smart. He’d become the next Avatar of Envy if he saw you giving a gift to anyone else before him.” Asmodeus chuckles as he gets back up. “I’ll leave you to it then. Can’t wait to see what you have in store for me.” There’s a cheeky smile on his lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Easy tiger.” 

You nervously linger by Mammon’s bedroom door. You’d been standing outside his room for the last five minutes, unsure if you should make yourself known or not. You didn’t know why you were suddenly nervous to give him his gift; maybe he wouldn’t like it? Then again, Asmodeus was confident that Mammon would like anything you gave him. Clearing your throat, you bring up your hand to knock on his door. 

Within seconds it swings open, revealing a red-faced Mammon. You tilt your head to the side, confused as to why he’s so red. “What’s up?” You asked with a small smile.

“You’re askin’ me what’s up? Shouldn’t I be askin’ you that?” Fair point. With that, you find yourself stepping around the other and walking into his room. 

“I brought you something.” 

“I brought ya somethin’.” 

The two of you stare at each other in silence before Mammon awkwardly clears his throat. “Uh, y-you go first.” His face has become redder since you first walked in. 

“Okay,” You eye him cautiously before holding out the bag in front of you. “I brought you something for Valentine’s Day. I know you don’t know much about it, but in the human realm, it’s a day where you show the people you love how much you care about them. It can be for family, friends, or partners.” There's a smile on your lips as you explain the holiday to Mammon. “I thought it would be fun, so I made you a gift!” Shyly, you hold the bag out for Mammon to take. The demon, who looks as if he might faint from the slightest bit of movement, takes the bag from you. He carefully opens it, a dopey smile blooming across his lips as he pulls out the stuffed cat. “What… what do you think?” This time it’s you who’s feeling shy. 

“I love it.” He responds in a dreamy voice. “It’s goin’ right with the panda. They’ll be best friends.” A relieved laugh leaves you, and you feel as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. 

“That makes me happy to hear, Mammon!” You pause when remembering that the other also had something to say when you came in. “But what was it you were saying earlier?” 

“O-Oh, right.” And just like that, the second eldest is fumbling with his words again, nearly dropping the bag and the plush in the process. Quickly, he puts the gift down on his shelf and dashes toward his bed. “I, uh, well-- when ya asked me about Valentine’s Day the other day, I ended up doin’ some research. I wanted to know what you were talkin’ about, and then I saw it was a holiday that ya celebrated with those closest to ya.” He’s finding it hard to speak as he grabs something, hiding it behind his back before you could see it. “And, and so I decided I should get ya somethin’ since we’re close and all.” You think he might pass out if he keeps going. “But don’t get the wrong idea! I’m only doin’ this so ya don’t feel left out and all. Ya should feel honored that The Great Mammon would even spend time on ya.” 

You laugh quietly as you watch Mammon fumble around with whatever he’s holding. There’s a lightness in your chest, and you can’t help but feel happy. “You’re saying that you got me something for Valentine’s Day?” 

“Yes!” Before you can process what’s happening, Mammon’s shoving something into your arms. You look down to see a box of chocolates and a small white card. “Just-- just don’t let Beel around the chocolates. The second he catches wind about it they’ll be devoured.” He’s looking at his door as he talks to you, trying to find anything else to keep his eyes on. “So… I just hope ya like it. I know it’s not much but…” 

“I love it.” There’s a bright smile on your lips as you stare down at the chocolate. “And the card, did you make that yourself? It’s beautiful.” His cheeks are redder now. 

“Yeah, I had some time to myself and when I researched it, I was told that Valentine’s Day gifts are better homemade. It uh, the card,” he takes a deep breath, “it says how much I cherish our friendship.” He blows air into his cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing in embarrassment. 

“It’s perfect.” With this, he finally looks at you. “I really do love it. It’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Your cheeks are becoming warm and you’re sure you’re sporting a similar look to Mammon now. “If you want, do you maybe want to share the chocolates with me? And we can spend the rest of the day watching movies.” 

“Just the two of us?” He’s trying not to sound too hopeful, though the look on his face is hard to miss. 

“Just the two of us.” 

A wide smile forms on his lips and he tugs at his jacket. “Well, I suppose if the human wants to spend their day with The Great Mammon, who am I to tell them no?”

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||Admiring|| 💖Miya Osamu x Gn!reader

trope: strangers meeting in the park (ik its random bear with me😭)

warnings: its not proofread all the way through (im sorry im tired), so theres probably grammatical errors or typos but other than that none

genre: fluff pretty much just sappy stuff

pairing/s: osamu x gn!reader

wc: about 2.5k

a/n: oh my god idk where i came up with this but i think its cute so :p i hope you enjoy!!

You stared at your blank computer screen, hope of finishing your assignment before its due date at midnight slowly vanishing. 

     The clock on your desk read 11:27pm, the green lines wavering in your vision as your eyes slowly drooped, trying to drag you into the depths of slumber. You wanted to sleep, you really did, but you knew there was no way you could give up writing your essay, even now, knowing you weren’t going to submit it on time, because you would stress too much about it if you didn’t at least try to complete it before the due date. 

     Pushing yourself away from your desk, your chair squeaking against the floor ever so slightly in your dead silent dorm room, you tried to think of some excuse that your professor might believe. You doubted there was anything you could think of, but hey, your professor was better than what your roommates’ had mentioned theirs being, and you were grateful for that. Maybe you could tell him that you were exhausted from working extra hours at your job since you had had to cover your coworker’s shift and that’s why you couldn’t complete your essay on time? Or, maybe you could get away with a simple “I was lacking interest in the material, and couldn’t understand anything, and I didn’t ask for help because I knew that you are such a busy man trying to do so many things at once. Another hopeless near college drop-out wasn’t something I thought you needed on your hands.”

     ....Maybe not the latter.

    You sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair, practically feeling it screaming at you to wash it. You barely had time in the mornings to take showers anymore, and when you took them at night, you never had the strength to wash your hair, always knowing that putting a hat on overtop or throwing on your hoodie would make it seem fine on the outside, and that was good enough for you. As long as you looked at least decent and somewhat presentable.

    Your dorm room was fairly small, like every other one, but the lack of furniture made it seem larger than the rest. Nothing more than you and your roommate’s joint desk, the mini fridge in the corner, and the beds filled the space. You almost tripped over your backpack lying next to the bunk bed pushed up against the wall, falling to what would’ve been inches away from your roommate’s sleeping body.

    In an attempt not to disturb them, you tiptoed through the room, stepping over the occasional heap of clothes or homework, until you reached the bathroom. You fumbled over the door knob before almost tumbling into the small space. Glancing in the mirror, you didn’t fail to notice your messy hair, the dark circles tracing beneath your eyes, or the way you looked like you were seconds away from passing out. The sound of running water rang in your ears as you turned on the sink faucet, cupping your hands together and bringing your face down to meet them, rubbing the cold water all over you in an attempt to keep you awake for just a few moments longer.

     Your eyes returned back to the mirror as you sighed at your dripping wet face. There was no way possible you were going to finish your assignment on time. You knew it, your roommate knew it before they passed out, and you had noticed your professor’s wary glance this morning in class as a sign that he knew it too.

     An idea sprang into your head, part of you dreading the optimism that seemed to seep through your brain slowly. You didn’t feel like being energetic right now.

---an hour later---

You weren’t exactly sure how, when, or why you decided it would be a good idea to take a shower (you did end up washing your hair, thank god), get your things together in your bag, and head to the off-campus coffee shop (since the one on-campus had already closed), but you found yourself with a warm cup of coffee in hand as you exited the shop, the cold midnight air enveloping you in an unwelcome embrace.

     You shivered. The only thing your spontaneous brain had forgotten had to have been your jacket, the one thing your normal brain would’ve remembered if it weren’t already past midnight and if you weren’t majorly sleep-deprived.

     You most certainly weren’t done with your essay yet, nor was there any possible way for you to finish it on time since it was now approximately thirteen minutes past the due time, but you let yourself breathe for now.

     There weren’t many people out at this hour, and it made the usual busy city streets seemed like a ghost town. There were a few restaurants still open as you strolled along the sidewalk, their lights responsible for illuminating more than half the area in front of you. You passed by an onigiri shop your friend had recommended to you, but you just weren’t that hungry. Most nights, you’d kill for a midnight snack, but your single shot of espresso coffee was satisfying your needs for now.

     You decided to head to the park after seeing a rabbit hop its way across the vacant street and into the bushes in that direction. The fresh air was nice and cool against your dry and croaky lungs, and your ears needed a different sound than that of you miserably attempting to touch type quickly, your fingers rapping against the keyboard with vigor.

     A stream nearby flowed softly, the dripping of the water against the rocks complimenting the noise of the crickets chirping in sync just downstream. Your footsteps cut through the grass slowly, not bothering to follow the stone path. The park was a nice change of scenery. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been here by yourself in peace, it was always you and your rambunctious friends who ran through every now and then just to see the dogs running through the sprinklers, or the occasional poor cat whose owner dragged them out into the daylight for exercise. This was peaceful, though, and you appreciated that.

     A few more rabbits crossed your path, giving you that wide-eyed, side glance before darting off into the darkness, outside the reach of the lampposts emitting light. The sound of the stream soon faded out as you continued to walk through the park, sipping your coffee every so often. The warmth from your cup was soon dying out, and you figured you’d have to start walking back to your university sooner or later. Maybe you could crash at your friend’s house who lived just off campus, though you had forgotten your phone back at your dorm and had no alarm, no laptop to complete your work, and no contact with anyone else who might worry where you’d be. You had really no choice but to trek back to your dorm in the darkness, cutting your peaceful visit to the park short.

     You let yourself have a few more minutes of stress free relaxing as you sat down on a bench just before the ground let out into a downhill slope overlooking the rest of the city below. The trees around you swayed in the breeze, and for a moment, you thought it was the wind talking, and not an actual human being who had somehow made his way beside you without gathering your attention.

     “Didn’t think anyone else would be up at this hour,” the stranger mumbled. You glanced up, almost startled that, indeed, someone else was actually awake and strolling through the park.

     The boy couldn’t have been much older than you were, maybe the same age. He had his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, the wind tousled his dark hair ever so slightly, and the moonlight played along, illuminating his face just so you could actually see how gorgeous he was.

     You cleared your throat, averting your eyes back to the ground as you shifted over, creating more space on the bench in case he wanted to sit down beside you. “I decided to actually take care of myself for once and give myself some time to breathe before facing the wrath of my professor tomorrow when he finds out I didn’t turn in my essay on time.” You let out a low, breathy chuckle, not exactly sure of what would happen next.

     The guy sat down on the bench next to you, though he made sure to give you some personal space, which you were grateful for. He laughed along with you a bit, and you could tell just from his tone just how tired he really was.

     You gave him a side glance, raising an eyebrow. “So, what the stressful thing that brought you here in the middle of the night?”

     He smiled half-heartedly, eyes trained on the moon. “Work stuff. Jus’ been busy, I guess.” He shrugged. 

     You waited for him to continue on, but he stayed silent. You didn’t complain, though. Wasn’t your whole reason for coming out here in the dead of the night for some quiet? Plus, it wasn’t awkward either. You were comfortable sitting next to this stranger.

     “What do you do for work?” You waited a little longer than necessary to ask, but he didn’t seem to mind the long pause.

     “I own a restaurant a few blocks away. I love the job, it’s just tiring havin’ to deal with rude customers like my brother who won’t get the hint and get out sometimes. I got into an argument with him earlier today and he just wouldn’t shut it.” He rolled his eyes and took his hands out of his pockets, making eye contact with you as he went on about his day, and you couldn’t help but smile at his passion. “The guy thinks he can just walk in when I’m working with a new employee and just act like he runs the place! Quite stupid if you ask me. Such a jerk, he is. Thinkin’ about just banning him from the place, really.” 

     You snorted. “He really bugs you that much, huh?”

     The guy smirked at your laugh, admiring it, though you would never had guess that was what flashed across his face in a million years. He nodded. “Yeah, ‘course I love ‘im ‘cause he’s my twin and my best friend, but he really knows how to annoy the hell outta me.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll just get a sign in the window that says “no shirt, no shoes, no service” and cross it out and write my brother’s name instead,” he reasoned, and the pondering look in his eyes made you wonder if he was actually considering the idea.

     You smiled. “You’re funny.”

     “You say that like ya weren’t expectin’ it.”

     A laugh made its way out your lips. “Well, when you’re approached by a stranger in the middle of the night you sort of expect the worst.”

     The guy glanced off in the distance, away from you, furrowing his eyebrows. “Sorry, didn’t think of that comin’ off that way.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Guess it’s a good thing I’m funny then, and not some creep, eh?”

     You nodded, the smile on your face not fading as he changed topics.

     “So, what’s your essay on? Any way I can help ya finish it?”

     You shook your head dismissively. “Oh, no. It was due thirty minutes ago.” You quickly explained the topic you were writing about in class before getting side tracked. “My professor had said he would allow it to be turned in the next morning, but I doubt he actually meant it.”

     He smiled a wide grin, making butterflies flutter in your stomach. “You go to the university nearby, right?” 

     You nodded in confirmation, raising an eyebrow. “If I’ve got any luck, there’s a chance you go there too?”

     He laughed a little, shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t, sorry. I’ve visited campus a few times because some of my friends go there, but I just usually focus on work.”

     His gaze was tilted upwards towards the sky, and you couldn’t help but admire how the exhaustion still shone in his eyes, but somehow that same passion gleamed there too just mentioning what he did for a living. You wished you were that passionate about something that would actually support you financially in the future and make you happy.

     When he glanced back at you, you were still taking his essence in, and he made a look of confusion. “What?”

    You shook your head, chuckling. “Nothing. I just admire that you can dedicate yourself to something and make it seem so easy.” He looked at you, interested to hear what you had to say, even though you were sure you couldn’t be the first person to tell him this. “I haven’t even known you for more than ten minutes and I can already tell you’re passionate about what you do and if you’re stressed about it, it must mean you’re dedicated to seeing your work through, and that’s more than enough to admire and appreciate, especially when that can be so difficult sometimes.” You finished your short tangent, looking back up at him to see him staring intently at you, seemingly in awe of what you’d just said. You felt a blush creep onto your face as you quickly blurted out, “Sorry- I didn’t mean to be so straightforward and weird like that- I sound like some crazy secret admirer or something...”

     The crickets chirped in the silence between the two of you, and it felt like it would never end.

     “Y’know, I wouldn’t mind havin’ a secret admirer. I mean, wouldn’t be so secret, but...” You saw the smile creep up onto his face. “It’s nice being appreciated. Nobody really tells me that kind o’ stuff, so... thanks, I guess.” 

     The heat on your cheeks didn’t go away by any means, but you grew more comfortable with it as you mumbled, “Maybe I wouldn’t mind admiring you.”

     Now, it was the boy’s turn to blush, and you smiled at how his cheeks grew redder with every passing second, and how his subtle grin spoke a thousand words he didn’t need to say.

     “Miya Osamu.” The boy’s hand came into your view as he extended it for you to shake. “I own Onigiri Miya across from the grocery outlet.”

     You smirked, grasping his hand in yours as you said, “L/N Y/N. I own an official license for being a horrible driver and an ID that proves I’m a sleep-deprived college student and that’s about it.”

     He laughed, shaking your hand and standing up, letting go too soon for your liking.

     Because for some weird reason, his hand felt right in yours.

     Osamu said a quick goodbye, mentioning something about how he should get going and how you should get some sleep before he disappeared down the stone path back into the darkness.

     You stood up not too long after he’d left, your coffee now entirely cold as you plopped the half full cup into the trash can on your walk back to your dorm, not needing the pathetic warmth anymore. Your heart was beating fast and the feeling of Osamu’s hand resting in yours lingered on your palm, and that kept you warm enough.

     Maybe you’d be visiting that onigiri place your friend recommended to you a little sooner than you’d originally planned, and maybe more often than you would’ve expected.

[waitimcomingtoo]

hihihi i’m a new follower and i love your writing style! i have a request :) reader and peter parker are dating and she finds out that he doesn’t like tattoos but reader has always wanted a tattoo so she gets one on her thigh, outer thigh of course, and she’s a little paranoid because she doesn’t want peter to break up with her but one day he sees a little bit of it & when he sees the whole thing he thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Thanks for following 🥰 I liked writing this so I hope you liek reading it!

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: “I’m going to be honest with you.” Peter began. You hung on to his words, preparing yourself for the breakup. “Saying you were wearing a garter was more wishful thinking, because that’d be super hot. But this…” Peter brushed light fingertips over your tattoo, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “This is way hotter.”

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“Bleh.” Peter shuddered as he set two coffee mugs down on the table. He had a displeased look on his usually bright eyed face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you shook a packet of sugar. “Did you accidentally use the soy milk again?”

“No. It wasn’t that. Never making that mistake again.” Peter laughed. He leaned across the table as if he was telling you a secret. “The barista had two full sleeves of tattoos.”

“Oh.” You said with fake shock, not seeing the problem. “Wow.”

“I know.” Peter shook is head. “I’m pretty sure he had them on his neck too.”

“Oh dear.” You chuckled. “Anything but his neck.”

“Alright.” Peter smiled as he stirred his coffee. “I know when I’m being teased.”

“I just didn’t know you had a problem with tattoos.” You took a sip of yours and wiggled your eyebrows.

“I just don’t understand the point.” Peter shrugged and lazily played with your fingers. “I mean, it hurts, it’s expensive, and people usually end up regretting them anyway. Plus, they sag.”

“Oh god.” You fake gasped. “Not sag!”

“I’m sorry, what’s your opinion on tattoos?” Peter asked sarcastically. “Pray tell, I’m dying to know.”

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged and stirred more sugar into your coffee. “I dig em.” You said nonchalantly.

“You dig them?” Peters draw dropped like he didn’t believe you.

“Yeah, I dig them.” You playfully challenged, meeting his eyes. He looked genuinely surprised.

“I love you, and so I respect your opinion, but why?” Peter asked, his mind seemingly blown. He had no idea of his girlfriends favorable opinion on something he felt such disdain for.

“Maybe because they rock.” You laughed. “They’re works of art that you can put on your actual body. How cool is that?” You gushed. “It’s liking carrying around the Mona Lisa in your pocket.”

“I doubt the Mona Lisa would fit in your pocket.” Peter sipped his drink with a smile. “Perhaps a nice tote bag.”

“You’re funny.” You said sarcastically. Peter pretended to brush hair over his shoulder in flattery. “And I’m being serious. I think tattoos are wicked.”

“What about that kid at school with asthma with the tattoo that said “it ain’t easy being wheezy?” Is that tattoo wicked?” Peter teased.

“Yes.” You stated. “Because it meant something to him. That’s why tattoos are so cool. You could get your favorite song lyric from when you were a teen, or a quote from the book that always makes you cry. Or, you could get something completely idiotic that you sober up and regret in the morning.” You shrugged as Peter listened carefully, trying to see things from your point of view. “The possibilities are endless. And that makes them wicked.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way.” Peter remarked. “Would you ever get one?”

“Would my darling boyfriends upset if I did?” You asked, bringing the flirty conversation back to serious. Your body was your body, but you loved Peter. You respected and valued his opinion more than anyone else’s, but his thoughts on tattoos came as a surprise to you. You’d always loved tattoos and had been saving up to get one for two years already. You never wanted to upset Peter, but you also didn’t want his disapproval to keep you from something you’d always wanted to do.

“Your darling boyfriend wouldn’t love it.” Peter said honestly, which you appreciated. “But your darling boyfriend knows he has no say in what you do with your body.”

“And that,” you held up your mug and clinked it with Peters, “is why I love my darling boyfriend.”

The topic didn’t come up again after that day. You and Peter had agreed to disagree. But three years later, you found yourself outside a tattoo parlor with a broken down car in the pouring rain. You tried to called a mechanic, but your phone decided that was the perfect time to die. You let out and angry breath and went inside the nearest building, which happened to be Kings and Queens Ink.

“Hi.” You said to the tattooed lady behind the front desk. “Could I please use your phone? My car broke down.”

“Sure thing, gorgeous.” The lady smirked. She had a pin-up look to her. Her cherry red hair was buzzed on one side, revealing an orchestra of studded piercings. If you were braver, you’d look just like her. You didn’t just love tattoos, you loved the whole New York biker style. You lived your dream every now and then in a leather jacket or some studded boots, but you usually kept your inner badassery on the inside, for Peters sake. He liked soft girls. Sure, he loved you no matter what you wore, but he had a special place in his heart for pink skirts and fuzzy sweaters.

The lady handed you a telephone and the number of a mechanic. You shot her a grateful smile and dialed the number.

“Three hours?” You whined into the phone. “Why would it take that long?”

“Listen lady, you’re not the only one with a broken down car in Queens today. Plus, it’s raining cats and dogs outside. Three hours. Final offer.” The mechanic grumbled.

“Alright.” You sighed. “I’ll see you in three hours.”

You hung up the phone and rubbed your temples. The girl at the desk was drumming her fingers on her desk.

“Looks like you’ll be here a while. We might as well get to know each other.” She said. “I’m Monica.”

“Y/n.” You told her. “Do you have anything I can do for the next three hours?” You laughed in annoyance. Monica shrugged.

“You ever wanted to get a tattoo?” She joked.

“Yes, actually.” You said surprised, as if she’d read your mind. “I’ve always wanted to get one.”

“What’s stopping you?” Monica leaned her head on her hands.

“It always seemed like it was just a dream of mine. Not meant to come true.” You told her. “Plus, my boyfriend doesn’t like them.”

“Don’t you listen to Alicia Keys? This is New York, baby. Where dreams are made of. I say, get that tattoo. It’s only permanent.” Monica quipped.

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. It was a big decision to make on an impulse.

“Do you have one in mind?” Monica pressed.

“Yeah.” You told her.

“Do you have the money?” She went on.

“Yeah.” You smiled, seeing where she was going with this.

“Then get your sexy ass in the chair.” She huffed.

And so, you got your sexy ass in the chair.

Three hours later, you stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring your new tattoo.

“Do you like it?” Monica asked you hopefully.

“Like it?” You asked incredulously. “Monica, I could kiss you right now.”

Monica laughed as you continued to gawk at your own body art.

“I’m serious. It’s exactly what I wanted.” You gushed. You turned to Monica with a glowing smile. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Anytime, doll face.” Monica said, pleased with her own work.

Once your car was fixed and you paid for your tattoo, you made your way back to your apartment. Your tattoo was wrapped snugly in cellophane. It stung slightly, but your adrenaline and excitement kept you from feeling the extent of the pain. Your excitement faded when an incoming call from Peter came in. You were suddenly reminded of his disdain for the permanent body art and feared for his reaction. On an impulse, you declined his call. He didn’t have to know just yet. Yes, it was your body, and Peter respected that. But you had to respect him too. And Peter hated tattoos.

You knew that.

You knew that and you got one anyway.

You felt guilt forming in a brick in your tummy. You felt like you betrayed your boyfriend. You turned into your apartment complex with a worried frown.

You spent the next two weeks avoiding telling Peter about your tattoo. You only wore pants around him, since the tattoo was on your outer thigh. You were careful not to let him touch your leg, in case he accidentally brushed it and caused you to wince, revealing your secret. As the weeks went on, you grew more and more paranoid. You felt yourself growing more guilty with each passing day. You became full blown terrified that Peter would break up with you on sight if he found out. When he wasn’t around, you flaunted it around with pride. But on days you spent together, you covered it like your life depended on it. You loved your tattoo. It was everything you’d ever dreamed of. But you loved Peter more. And you weren’t ready to tell him just yet.

A month later, your tattoo became old news. You’d almost completely forgotten about it one morning as you got ready for a date with Peter. You threw on his favorite pink skirt with a fuzzy white sweater. Peter came by shortly with your favorite candy and some popcorn.

“You ready to watch Only You?” Peter asked as he kissed you hello.

“It’s only my favorite movie.” You smiled.

“You just like it because you think the main actor is cute.” Peter rolled his pretty eyes, always the jealous type.

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved your hand dismissively and pulled Peter into your apartment by his shirt collar.

An hour into the movie, you cuddle into Peters side and swung your leg over his.

“What’s that?” Peter tilted his head to the side, catching sight of something black on your outer thigh. Your eyes widened when you caught a glimpse of your tattoo peaking out from under your skirt. You took your leg off of Peters in a panic.

“What’s what?” You asked innocently. You scrambled to pull your skirt over your tattoo.

“That.” Peter pointed to your thigh, with a curious smile on his face. “On your leg.” He used his pinky to lift your skirt a little, catching another glimpse of black lines of your leg. “It’s something black.”

“Oh.” You said, dumbfounded. You’d been caught. You couldn’t play dumb anymore. “That’s my…garter.” You lied.

“You’re wearing a garter?” Peter asked, a pleased grin decorating his face.

“Yes.” You were committed to the lie now.

“Just the one?” Peter asked, blushing faintly. “Only one leg gets a party hat?”

“That leg was cold.” You continued.

“Like a bride?” Peter giggled as he tried to sneak a peak. You swatted his hand away, which made him come back with a vengeance.

“They’re highly fashionable.” You informed him, keeping a tight grip on your skirt.

“Y/n.” He whined. He picked up your hand and kissed your knuckles. “Come on pretty girl, let me see.”

“No.” You said shyly, moving his hand once more. You were fully sweating at this point, your secret being moments away from being revealed.

“As much as I wished it were true, I have a feeling you’re not wearing a garter.” Peter paused the movie and gave you his full attention. “Come on, baby. Tell me what’s up?”

“I have to tell you something.” You sighed. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth and chewed on it.

“You can tell me anything.” Peter said softly. “You know that.”

You looked at Peter and sighed. You didn’t know how to say it, so you didn’t use words at all. You lifted your skirt above your thigh, revealing your tattoo to Peter. It was fully healed now. The jet black ink stood out on your smooth skin. Peters eyes widened in surprise at the sizable tattoo. He wondered how he’d gone so long without seeing it. Right there on your outer thigh was a delicate, black spider hanging from a web. You’d had the image in your mind long before you met Peter, but finding out he was Spider-Man only made you want it more. You watched his face closely for a reaction. You searched for signs of disappointment or disgust, but there were none. Peter looked at your tattoo with an awestruck expression. His brown eyes were wide with delight, reminding you of a child.

“I’m going to be honest with you.” Peter began. You hung on to his words, preparing yourself for the breakup. “Saying you were wearing a garter was more wishful thinking, because that’d be super hot. But this…” Peter brushed light fingertips over your tattoo, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “This is way hotter.”

“What?” You asked, thoroughly shocked by his reaction. “Really? You think so.”

“Yes.” Peter laughed breathlessly. “That is the sexiest thing I ever laid eyes on.”

“For real?” You sat up in shock. “You like it?”

“I love it.” Peter traced the tattoo with his nails, trying to remember every detail of his girlfriends body. “I seriously love it.”

“Oh, thank God.” You let out a breath of relief. “I thought you were going to break up with me.”

“As if.” Peter laughed. “Are you gonna get more?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged, smiling happily at his unexpected reaction. “I’d like too.”

“Could I come with you when you get the next one?” Peter asked excitedly, getting ahead of himself. “I could hold your hand if it hurts. Did this one hurt? I bet it did. God, you’re so cool.” Peter gushed over his badass girlfriend.

“I would love that.” You told him honestly, squeezing his hand in a appreciative manner.

“Me too.” Peter intertwined his fingers with yours. “I can’t wait. I’m gonna hold your hand so good.”

“I thought you hated tattoos.” You wondered with a content smile.

“That was before you had one.” Peter said simply. “And I can’t hate anything about my darling girlfriend.”

“And that”, you pressed a gentle kiss to Peters lips, “is why your darling girlfriend loves you.”

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EXO REACTION TO HIS S/O BACKHUGGING THEM

SUHO

He was on his phone furrowing his brows, you could tell something was bothering him by his facial expressions. So, you got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to make some tea for both of you to drink and, maybe, he’d told you his concerns.

When you came back, he had his phone on the table and was standing with his head looking up and arms at his sides. You sighed lightly, seeing him like that broke your heart. You carefully approached to him and put your arms around him, the tea still on your hands, and now in front of Junmyoeon. He looked down and smiled. “How do you always know what to do?” he said this as a

You giggled. “It’s a secret”

XIUMIN

Two days before enlisting Minseok was sitting on the chair of his studio. You were about to go to sleep with your glass of water in hand but stopped when you saw his back. He was still working. You entered in the room silently and left your glass on the little table at the entrance. Slowly you approached to him, put your arms around his and rested your chin on his shoulder. Minseok jumped a little to your sudden appearance making you laugh a little. “Don’t laugh, I thought you were already sleeping” he said looking at you laughing as well. “I was about to go to sleep, but I saw you”. He looked at you worried. “Are you okay? You look sad…” you just looked down and he already knew. Letting out a small sight he turned the chair and placed you on his lap placing one of his arms around your back and the other on your tights. He opened his mouth but before he started you cut him. “I know, I know… but I’m gonna miss you no matter what you say” He just leaned back, and you rested your head on his chest closing your eyes while listening to his heart beat.

LAY

Baekhyun and you were chasing each other playfully, you loved to spend time with Lay’s mates, you went along well with everyone so, even when Lay wasn’t around, you sometimes met some of the others to go shopping or just take a cup o coffee. When you both were exhausted and, let’s be honest, sweaty, Baek let his body fall on the sofa and you went for water because… well, rock wins scissors.

When you entered the kitchen, you saw Lay and instinctively you back-hugged him. As usual, he turned around to kiss your temple, but he stopped right before doing it. “Y/N… honey… love of my life… you stink” You heard a loud laugh coming from the living room. “YA! Bacon, shut up, I can smell you from here!” you answered taking your arms off of Lay. “Okay, but I’ll remember this tonight” you turned around and went out of the kitchen while listening to Lay’s complains and Baek’s laugh.

BAEKHYUN

You both were super excited and going around the house packing everything. The next day you were going to your hometown for him to meet your parents, it was going to be a mess, and you knew it, but you were so hyped about the idea of going that you didn’t care.

It was very late because you two had been distracting each other the whole afternoon but now you had everything packed, the luggage was already in the entrance and you were on your pajamas ready to go to sleep the resting four hours that you had before you had to go to the airport.

“What if they don’t like me?” you looked at his back open wide your eyes. “Why they shouldn’t like you?” He let a loud sight. “You know me, sometimes I seem to be rude or noisy or…”.

“Yah! I don’t allow anyone to talk like that about my boyfriend!” you approached him and hugged him from the back. You knew some people had talked about that, some people thought his personality was arrogant or rude, and you hated that people. Although he tried to seem like he didn’t mind that comment he was human, and it really hurt him. “I’m going to be by your side the whole time, and they’re gonna love you because they’re gonna see how happy you make me” he placed his hands on yours and quietly nodded. “Plus, I’ll have to translate everything so…” You laughed and so he did. “Aaah my little cute and stupid princess… Did you really think I was going to go to a country I don’t know without having some knowledge about the language?” He took off your hands, patted your shoulder and turned off the light while getting on bed leaving you stood up in the middle of the room.

“What?!”

CHEN

You had been so focused on your work that by now you couldn’t distinguish the letters from the numbers. You felt dizzy and tired and just wanted to take a break so, you stood up and went to the balcony looking for some fresh air. You went looking for coal and you found gold.

Jongdae was standing there with his earphones. Just looking, not doing nothing. You opened the door and hugged him burying your face on his back. You felt somewhat better just to do that. He wasn’t even surprised at your sudden action, he just took your hands and kissed them, then he turned to face you, but you kept pressing your face to his chest. He laughed but didn’t raise your head. Without a word he hugged you tighter and kissed your head. It felt like home after a long day.

CHANYEOL

Chanyeol had been working on a new song the whole morning and you were starting to fell fed up with this. You had tried to catch his attention with games, some talk, you even brought your cat to distract him… but nothing worked, so you caught two cups of coffee and entered the room with a big smile plastered on your face. “Hiiii, look, I made coffee…” you started enthusiastic but seeing him not to even look at you destroyed that enthusiasm. “Thanks honey” he stretched his arm. Without giving you a simple gaze!

You turned around with your coffee in your hands and went back to the living room. This hasn’t ended yet. Some minutes later you came back raising your laptop by the height of your face. “Yeolieee, I was thinking that we could watch some movies or something” He looked up at your smiley face, he gave you a sad smile. “I’m sorry honey. I’m working, and I’d like to end this today” You let your arms fall by your sides. “Okay…” You turned around and made your way back to the living room, but once you were there you stopped, left the laptop on the table and turned over your heels and went back to his studio. He looked up at you and was abut to say something, but you just went straight to his chair and placed yourself in the empty spot he always left behind him when he was concentrated and put your arms around his waist.

“Okay, I get it, you’re busy. But this is the first free day we both have at the same time IN TWELVE DAYS, AND I’M SPENDING IT WITH YOU EVEN IF YOU AREN’T PAYING ATTENTION TO ME” you felt so pathetic doing this… you let out a loud sighed and let your head fall on his back “Sorry. I’m just being annoying” You were defeated, and he was extremely confused. You stood up and went to the couch. Again. But some minutes later he appeared with some games, two chocolates and a smile on his face. “What shall we do first?”

DO

Kyungsoo was practicing a paper for an upcoming drama he was going to appear on while you read but, for some unknown reason it wasn’t working. He didn’t get the right sentence and seemed to be frustrated. Finally, he threw the papers on the table and went to the kitchen for some water. He came back and started again. With equal results.

You woke up from the sofa and hugged him from behind tiptoeing to peck your head over his shoulder. “Want some help?” He turned his head to look at you and draw a little smile. You loved that shy smile, was the purest in this world. You pecked his lips and caught the papers, turning around and letting them on the couch. “We’re not starting until you calm down” he opened his mouth, but you stopped him. “No other option, you’re gonna relax and take it easy” he nodded, his mouth still a little bit open.

After some breathings and bad jokes from you he seemed to be better, so you both started practicing. Some hours later he had it and was thanking you for your help.

KAI

You took your phone to check the hour. It was almost one in the morning and Jongin hasn’t arrived yet. You were tired of rolling over yourself in bed, so you woke up, put on a hoodie a pair of shoes and took the keys. Some minutes later you were at SM Entertainment building heading over to the dance room where the boys used to practice and… well, play.

When you arrived at the front of the door you saw Jongin dancing tirelessly. You were entranced by his dancing, but he suddenly fell to the ground; he woke up and you wait for him to start dancing again, but he just stood in there. Looking at the floor.

He probably had been hours and hours practicing and was exhausted by now. You sighed and entered the dance room, when you reached him you hugged him not minding the sweat. “How many times do I have to tell you to rest and not overwork that much?” he turned around and placed his hand over your cheek warmly. Then you whispered “Let’s go home”

SEHUN

You were happily playing with Vivi while Sehun was in the couch with his arms crossed and a pouty face. “Sehuuuun, come and play with us…” you said childishly. “I don’t want to.” He replied the same was. Then you turned in the sofa with your legs crossed and looked at him. “Come on!” He just looked at you and gave you his back.

“Are you jealous?” you hugged him. “I am not”. “You aaare” you laughed “Come on, why don’t we play to…” you spoke at the same time Sehun did “Why does Vivi give you so much attention?” It was then when you realized, he was jealous for the attention you got from Vivi! “Oh my… I can’t believe you!”

You woke up ready to act like a very mad person, but at middle way to go out he took you in his arms and lifted you starting to laugh. “YAS. I’ve got you!” Both of you started laughing like two crazy people until Sehun felt something on his leg. You looked down and saw Vivi with two of his legs on Sehun’s while holding a toy.

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Thank you for reading!!

I’m aware of Chen’s future marriage, which I respect with all my heart and I wish them the best, but I felt it was right to do a reaction for him as well. Look that I did the reaction about the current members, and even thought they’re not in this reaction I still love Tao, Kris and Luhan.

I hope you liked it! LOV U ❣️

-  Mimi

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Survey #439

“all the other kids with the pumped up kicks, you better run, better run, outrun my gun”

Have you written a letter to a soldier? No. Ever been in a perfect relationship? I thought so. But no, those don't exist. The last song you listened to? "Broadcasting From Beyond" by Motionless In White. Have you ever wished you could hurt somebody as much as they hurt you? I... have, but I don't wish that at all anymore. Has a dentist ever screwed up on anything when working on you? No. Would you rather be a successful writer or artist? Artist. Who are you in love with? Nobody. Does someone’s view on homosexuality affect how you feel about them in any way? It sure as fuck does. How about someone’s view on religion? Nah. Well, usually. It depends on the beliefs themselves and to what extremity. What is something you wear that others might consider unfashionable? Flipflops, like... year-round, lmao. What kind of pill did you last take? It's called Lamictal, the catalyst for my primary mood stabilizer. Do you like wearing glasses? No. I'd wear contacts if I had the patience and non-shaky hands. What first comes to mind when thinking of 10th grade? Jason. -_- That's the year we started dating. What’s the scariest thing that’s happened to you? A traumatic breakup. Has an ambulance ever came to your house? Yes, for my mother. The person you’re thinking about - what are you thinking about them? Well, because you mentioned him, I'm thinking about Jason and just how I fucked shit up 'n stuff. How many different cars have you driven? Uhhhh I want to say two? But maybe just one? Was the last person you hung out with single? I guess that would be my mom, in which case yes. Have you ever attended a private school? My last college was a private school, yes. Have you ever been in an abusive relationship? No, and for that I am incredibly grateful. Have you ever cooked for anyone other than yourself? Yeah. I've made scrambled eggs for my family before as breakfast, and I did the same for Sara, too. Would you rather live in the city, the suburbs, or the rural area? Ugh, take me back to the middle of nowhere, please. :/ Do you know someone who is really ambidextrous? Sara! Are you adopted? No. Who was the last person that cried in your presence? Probably one of my nieces or nephew. Can you write your name in a foreign language? Uh, I think? In the German alphabet, "y" isn't actually a letter, and my name is Brittany, so I'm not entirely sure if it would be spelled that same way or not, but I think so. Who is the person you often go to for venting? My mom. Was the last person you kissed male or female? Female. Do you say “I love you” even when you don’t mean it? No. That shit can scar people (aka me) so goddamn deep when they don't mean it anymore. What’s the one thing you regret more than anything? Things I wrote to Jason in letters after the breakup. I would literally give a limb (no, I'm not exaggerating) to take it back. There are times I actually do wonder if we would've gotten back together if I wasn't just... a bitter and ridiculously hurt fuck that took it all out on him. Do you like vanilla? Yes. Do you own a bean bag chair? No. I actually do want one for my extra room/"office," though, to read on. Have you kissed any friends on your Facebook? Yeah. Do you get snow where you live? Occasionally, but it's very rarely a lot. What’s your favorite flavor of Doritos? Cool Ranch. Do you ever worry about what the world will be like when you have kids? Good thing I ain't havin' 'em. Have you ever seen a hippo in person? Yes. Do you like the band A Skylit Drive? I've actually only heard their "Love The Way You Lie" cover, which I do like. Have you ever been to any professional sports games? Yeah, with my dad. What’s the most boring sport to watch? Golf. But I don't particularly enjoy any. Do you like lip rings on the opposite sex? MHMMMMMMMMMMMMM. If you suddenly went deaf, what would be your most missed sound? Music. Would you rather have a poodle or a Rottweiler? If I actually wanted a dog, a Rottweiler. Which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? Emotional, for sure. Would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? Zoo. Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? I know damn well I'd say yes to Jason in a heartbeat. Literally before even getting to know the current him. That's how emotionally attached I am to him, even with the trauma. I'd get back together with Sara if/when we both are more stable emotionally and with clear direction, which is mostly on my end now. I also don't think I'd be ready until one of us is able to move for the other. Is there a certain quote you live by? No. Do you have any tattoos? I have some, but not nearly enough. :( Are you friends with the last person you kissed? She's my bestie! :') Green or purple grapes? I don't really have much of a preference, so long as they're crisp. What is your ringtone? Just something that came with the phone. If someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you? Fuck no. What is something you wish you had more of? Adventure, for one. Have you ever trusted someone too much? JASON. HOLY FUCK. It was FACT to me that we would, could, never break up. It just... wasn't possible in my head. It was like breaking the laws of the world. When he told me he loved me and would never leave, I believed that shit as if it was God himself promising that. I've never and will never trust someone like that ever again, because it wasn't healthy in the slightest. Do you sleep with your window open? Noooo, that would freak me out. Have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? Yeah; Tyler had snakebites. Did you go to high school with your current best friend? No; we live in different states. Whose was the last funeral you attended? Ummm I'm actually not sure. Do you avoid using public restrooms? Yes. Do you like eggnog? Nooooo. Who is the person you dislike the most? It's so fucking stupid... I know it is STILL the girl Jason dated after me. I don't even think they're together anymore, so why the fuck does it matter? I know NOTHING about this poor girl that just found someone she really liked and got dumped FOR THE SAME REASON AS ME. It shouldn't fucking matter, at all, but it still does in my head. Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? No, because I don't have an income. What is your favourite way to eat rice? As pork fried rice. What is the longest relationship you’ve ever been in? Over 3 1/2 years with Jason. Do you currently have any alarms set? No. How many cars can fit in your driveway? Barely even two. What was the first television show you were obsessed with? Pokemon. Do you eat chili when you get a hotdog, or do you like it plain? I don't like chili. Would you ever tell your mom about the things you’ve done sexually? Not EVERYTHING, no. I wouldn't tell her anything at all unless she asked. I don't like talking about that stuff. Have you ever been in a car wreck? Yes. Has anyone ever told you that they think you have ADHD? Yes, which was absolutely, utterly ridiculous. Has anyone ever called you a sociopath before? No. Has anyone ever taken your own clothes off you before? Yes. Is there someone you want to kiss right now? Probably always will. -_- Have you ever had a real tea party? Or been to one? Ha ha no, but my little sister used to love to have little ones with her Disney princesses plastic tea set. She would always ask Mom or me to have one with her. Have you been called a tease? Only playfully. Did you kiss the last person you really wanted to kiss? Yes. Would you ever go to a protest or be involved in a protest? So long as it was peaceful, yes. When playing rock, paper, scissors, which do you usually pick? Scissors. Have you ever tried to write a book? Yes, when I was younger. Have you ever been hit by a chunk of hail? No. Is it true that if you don’t love yourself, you can’t love another? Absofuckinglutely not. I'm proof of that. That idea is such bullshit. Do you share a bed with anyone? Just my cat. Who is one very unique celebrity/musician/whatever that you love? MARKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. Could you handle babysitting two small children at once, such as two children under three years old? OH FUCK NO. Would you say that people consider you a major flirt? Definitely not. Do any of your friends have children? Yes. Would you rather cry in public or make someone else cry in public? I would FAR rather cry myself. I would feel so, so bad for making someone else cry, not even just in public. Would you rather re-live today forever or not live? Not live. Would you rather be just rich or rich and famous? Just rich. Who was the last person of the opposite sex to be in your bedroom? My nephew, I believe. He and Aubree wanted to see the snake. What’s your favourite kind of Cap’N Crunch? The "All Berries" one. What is your favourite Pepsi product? Mountain Dew. Is the computer you’re using yours? Yes. Do you get upset when a dog jumps on you? Not at all. I got used to that, and besides, it's cute to see them so excited. Is there a video or computer game that you can get lost in for hours? World of Warcraft, sometimes. I usually play it daily, but there are some days where I just am not interested in it. What do you like on your pizza? Meats and/or jalapenos. Do you get breadsticks with your pizza? Mom usually gets 'em, yeah. Did you ever have a waterbed? Yeah. Not one anyone slept on regularly, but just like, a plastic one or whatever the material was to sleep in if someone was staying over. What toy from your childhood do you miss? I wish I didn't get rid of my big crocodile toy that I was obsessed with. :'( He was like the main character in the world I made up for him and his family. Have you ever been to a rock concert? Yeah. \m/ What is your religion? None. Do you like listening to love songs? Meh, I have to be in the mood, plus it depends on the song. A lot of them trigger me. What is one meal that you like to eat while sick? I'm nervous to eat when I'm sick, so I mostly just have saltine crackers and ginger ale. Have you ever fed bread to ducks or geese? Yeah, when I was a kid and didn't know it was bad for them and the water. I never would now. The name of the last board game that you played? I think it was "Sorry!" with the kids. Has anyone ever commented on your weight? I mean, doctors, but not in a judgmental, belittling way. Just in a way that expressed concern for my health. Have you ever thought about joining the military? NOOOOOOOOOO. Have you ever felt like you were going out of your mind? Yes. And I don't mean that as an exaggeration; I believe I've literally qualified as insane at a point after the breakup. I was so fucking delusional and desperate and just going in circles. Are you ever jealous of happy couples? Meh, sometimes. Lately, who has spent the most time on your mind? Take a guess. .-. It's been pretty bad lately. Do you ever feel like someone would be disappointed to see your body or are you comfortable with your body enough where you don’t think that? I have a HORRIBLE body image. My body fucking disgusts me. I don't even like my mother seeing me get changed or anything like that. I don't want ANYBODY seeing me naked. What is your favorite flavor of Monster? I don't like any that I've ever had a sip of. Have you ever ran from the police? No. That never goes well. Do you have any trophies? Yeah. Do you like screamo music? No. What does your wallet look like? It's a checkered Harley Quinn one. Is there something nobody knows about you (and what)? Yes. Why would I share that if I don't want anyone to know? Does your family have a secret? No. Do you do anything to help the environment? We recycle. Mom also cuts up those plastic things that come with soda bottles packed together, as well as some other plastic wrappings. We are both disgusted by people who litter, so we avoid that. I also try to conserve water where I can, like by turning the sink off when I brush my teeth. There are other little things, but I wish I did even more. Do you like to take pictures of yourself? FUCK NO. It is so rare I do that nowadays. When/where are you most likely to sing? The car. Would you ever wish to explore a cave? OH MY GOD, PLEEEEEAAAAASE <3 What is the most illegal thing you’ve done? Pirated an expensive editing software, oops. :x Have you ever seen somebody get shot? LKJ;ALSDJFA;JWELKRJLW;Q NOOOOOOOOO.

[himbowelsh]

Thank you for answering my earlier questions! I know you've written for Grant and Talbert before (I cannot remember their ship name for the life of me) would you be willing to write any modern head cannons for them? Or any general relationship head cannons for them? Those two don't get enough love together! 🙂

gralbert.  talbant.  grantbert?  tabant?  fluck?   there are no good options here.

Modern Headcanons (this turned into a coffeeshop au i’m sorry):

Grant’s really just vibing through life, to be honest. Out of all his friends, he’s the one who’s got his shit most together, and that’s something to be proud of. So what if he’s still not sure exactly where he wants to be in ten years, or how he’s going to get there? It’s enough to just...  exist in the moment.

That moment, currently, puts him in charge of managing a small coffee shop which has become the social hub for his entire social circle. Not only is he making great cash, he gets to stay connected with old friends and meet new people every day. Plus...  he’s never short on coffee? Literally nothing to complain about.

It’s not that he doesn’t feel...  well, connected is the wrong word, because he definitely is. There are just times when he feels...  lonely. Chuck’s got a lot of friends, but he’s also the sort of guy who could stand in the middle of a crowded room and suddenly feel like he’s the only one there  ---  like no one’s really looking at him at all.

He craves attention, affection, warmth.

That’s when Dog Boy happens.

In Chuck’s defense, Dog Boy is a complete accident. The coffee shop is just supposed to be a canine free zone...  so he’s completely baffled to see a guy walk in with at least five dogs, all on leashes, and order an iced coffee to go.

The guy definitely seems like he’s in a hurry  ---  like he really, really needs a coffee  ---  but Chuck can only stare.  “Are those all supposed to be service dogs?” he asks.

“Um,” Dog Boy says.

Chuck points to the sign on the wall, which very clearly reads the coffee shop’s animal policy. Dog Boy lets out a weird noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Okay, I’m sorry, I know, but can I please please just get an iced coffee?”

It looks like he has his hands full. More than full. This coffee is going to end up spattered on a sidewalk somewhere, and Dog Boy will probably cry. He looks like he might cry right now, just for the hell of it.

Chuck gets him an iced coffee.

That should be the end of it, but a few days later, Dog Boy comes back. He doesn’t have any dogs in tow this go ‘round, but looks five times as relaxed  ---  which is really, really a good look on him  ---  and promptly deposits a twenty dollar bill in Chuck’s tip jar.   “For you,”  he declares, and winks.

Chuck just stares at him.  “We, uhh  ---  we have to split the tips between everyone on shift, and there are, like, four other people here...”

“Christ,” says Dog Boy, and plucks the bill out of the tip jar  ---  can he do that?  is that allowed? ---   and tucks it in the pocket of Chuck’s apron.     “For you. You saved my life the other day, with the coffee. Can’t tell you what sort of day I was having, but...”

He smiles, and it’s the ridiculous sort of smile that shouldn’t be allowed to exist on anyone who’s not in Hollywood   ---   casually blinding, bright enough to leave Chuck feeling warm all over.

If he had to pick the moment he knew he was in trouble...  right there. There is it.

Floyd Talbert becomes a regular in the coffee shop after that. Turns out, he knows a startling amount of Chuck’s friends.  It’s not long before Tab’s popping in nearly every day to joke around with Bill and Babe, cause trouble with Liebgott, or even confer quietly with Mr. Winters in the corner. Seeing Tab becomes one of the highlights of Chuck’s day; they never really talk, but he’s got his coffee order memorized, and everytime that bold smile flashes his way, he feels a little dizzy.

Is this...  what it’s like to have a crush?  Strange.  Unnerving.  Chuck hasn’t had a crush since middle school.   Why now...  and why, of people, on Talbert?

One look at him and that becomes a stupid question. Who wouldn’t have a crush on Talbert?

Chuck comforts himself with that knowledge   ----   no doubt, Tab’s got girls lining up around the block. What interest would he have in a barista who always adds a little extra sugar to his coffee, just because that’s how he likes it?

Tab is the sort of guy who draws people to him like moths to a porch light; he’s dynamic and popular wherever he goes. Chuck has a tight group of friends who he sticks to like glue, and would do anything for; he’s always been more content to wait in the background, observing and working silently. He doesn’t enjoy the limelight. Tab attracts it.

There’s no way they’d work together, because Tab would never notice him.

Until the day Smokey Gordon comes up to the counter with a big grin on his face, and drops something in the tip jar.  “Just for you,”  he declares, and winks.

It’s a folded up piece of paper...  and there’s a phone number written on it. Chuck blinks for a moment, confused, before putting two and two together. Smokey gave him the number as soon as Tab left the shop.

He texts it that night.   “smokey gave me this number...  this is chuck, the barista from the coffee shop”   Waiting restlessly on his balcony with a cigarette in hand, bouncing his leg like it’s running a marathon...  Chuck has nothing to do but hold his breath.

Suddenly, the phone buzzes. It startles his cat into falling off the table. Chuck nearly jumps out of his skin.

“why am i not surprised?  typical smokey”    comes the response, followed by a startlingly accurate bitmoji.   (He uses those instead of emojis?  That’s kinda narcissistic but also really cute?)

After a moment of Chuck holding his breath, searching for how to reply  (he’s a very slow texter, and it drives his friends insane)  another message comes through from Tab.

“good thing he did tho, because i’d have spent a few more weeks working up the courage”

Chuck has a heart attack on the spot.

“honestly,”   he replies,   “i’d have skipped the number and gone straight to asking you to dinner”

“wow, a gentleman!!!”      His enthusiasm is adorable.       “sounds great to me.   are you free friday?   i know a great place for burgers”

It’s across the street from a 24-hour vet clinic.

That’s why Tab wanted to go there.

They make it through half an hour of the date with Tab obviously getting restless, and Chuck is terrified he’s boring him...  until Tab abruptly sets his glass down on the counter and turns to Chuck, fresh brightness in his eyes. “Can we actually go somewhere else? I’ve got some friends you might like to meet.”

Tab works at the local vet clinic, and he’s the one tasked with walking all the dogs each afternoon. Usually they go in shifts, but on that particular day, Tab was in a rush and decided to take them all at once.

“They ran me all over town,” he declares, a funny note of pride in his voice. “I was that close to passing out...  but then I saw the shop, and I saw you, and...”

He trails off, gnawing at his lower lip  ---   his hands are occupied roughhousing with a golden retriever, while a persistent beagle noses at his elbow. Chuck blinks at Tab over the head of an enthusiastic Yorkie, and feels something warm bloom in his chest.

“Next time, I decide the date location,” he declares. Tab grins, bright and blinding as a solar eclipse. To his own amazement, Chuck feels like he’s come home.

General Relationship Headcanons:

Chuck’s mellower than Floyd in a lot of ways. He’s less emotional, better at thinking things through; when their friends are causing havoc, Tab will eagerly be swept along in the chaos, while Chuck will follow to make sure no one causes too much trouble. They both know how to have fun, though, and have equally adventurous streaks that match well together. Hiking, rock climbing, bike riding...  these are all dates they’d enjoy.

Floyd appreciates Chuck’s honesty. Sometimes he can be too blunt (”What do you think of these jeans?” “Eh, you’ve worn better.”), but he never beats around the bush, and there’s never any question whether Floyd can trust his judgement. Chuck says what he thinks, and means what he says.

Floyd is gentler in a lot of ways, and this is something Chuck isn’t used to. He’s never...  been taken care of before. He’s never been doted on. Floyd loves doting on him, and this takes a lot of getting used to.

Chuck is the first one to say “I love you”, and it shocks them both. Sure, they’d been thinking it for a while, but...  Chuck never thought he’d find the courage to voice it, but it slips out almost unconsciously. Floyd pauses in the middle of making dinner...  then chuckles softly, almost to himself, and glances back over his shoulder.  “Love you too,”  he replies, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.  To both their surprises...  it is.

Floyd’s morals run deep, and he’s got a sensitive side that’s easily stoked. Tug on his heartstrings, and he’s open to anything...  which scares Chuck, who doesn’t trust as easily. Floyd’s more than capable of taking care of himself, but a part of Chuck feels like he needs to protect him from getting hurt. That’s impossible. The first time something hits Floyd hard, and he’s left pacing into the early hours of the morning, chewing his lip raw and agonizing over what he could have done differently, Chuck stays up with him. He doesn’t try to stop him, doesn’t try to calm him down...  but when Tab finally collapses in a chair, exhausted, Chuck’s the one who coaxes him up and to bed.

After that, it’s his turn to take care of Floyd.  This is a role he falls into with much more ease...  and Floyd, as it turns out, enjoys being pampered as much as he does giving the love.

[coffeecomicsgalore]

For the Love of a Chat

Ao3

Chapter 2 – Bell

Marinette giggled. “Then I’m glad you are here, my knight.”

Chat smiled as he walked towards her and sat onto the extra chair that Marinette had placed long ago. When his visits became more frequent, she changed her long lawn chair for a smaller, more compact one with pink trim and purchased a similar one, with black and green embellishments, just for him. When he felt comfortable enough in his spot, he glanced at her before turning back into the horizon.  

“So, what brings you here, Chat?”

“Do I have to have a reason to hang out with my favorite civilian?”

Marinette snorted. “Me? Your favorite? I guess that means you hang out with quite a few others, then.”

“On contraire, ma petite sorcière.” He said with a wink. “Unless you think hanging out with akumas would be considered hanging out with friends.”

“I don’t think so, but...” she said as she tapped her finger to her chin, “I hope you aren’t spilling your secret identity to me, kitty.” She teased. “It seems like many of the akumas are school-aged friends of mine.”

Chat playfully scoffed. “You wound me, princess. You know I would never do such a thing.”

“I know.” Marinette quietly giggled as she pulled the blanket up against her shoulders. Chat scooted himself further into his chair, resting his arms behind his head as he stretched his legs out in front of him. They sat in a comfortable silence, watching the lights of the city over the horizon.

The coolness of the air caused a shiver to coast down her spine. She snuggled further into the blanket as a sad smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. Marinette could hear Chat lick his lips, her own lips dry and feeling a little tight. Her heart skipped a beat as the thought of his lips crossed her mind. She shook her head to clear the thought.

“Do you think you will stay a while?” Marinette wondered as she gazed back to his relaxed form.

“I can, if you’re okay with that. I don’t want to impose if you wanted to head to bed early.”

She scoffed. “Me? Early?” She blew a raspberry as she flicked her hand. “Who do you think I am, Chat? A savage that goes to bed at a decent time? Blasphemy.” They both shared a laugh before she continued. “Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to have a cup of hot cocoa and a warm blanket? Maybe enjoy some pastries, too? I have a feeling that you have something on your mind and that you needed a friend to talk about it.”

Chat sighed. “You know me too well. Maybe too well for your own good.” He let out a sad chuckle. “Hot cocoa sounds great. I’ll grab the blankets?”

“That sounds good. Do you need detransform for a bit so your kwami can eat?”

“You don’t mind if I do that?”

“Chaton, you know I never mind that. I can always grab a slice of cheese if you need a piece. I’ll close my trap door so you can do what you need to do and when you transform back, just open the door so I can come back in. That way you can take your time and I won’t accidentally barge in before you’re ready.”

“You always think of me, Marinette. Thank you.”

She placed a hand on his hand and flashed him a sweet smile. “I’m always here to help out my favorite superhero.”

------

Marinette closed the trap door after handing him a few slices of brie and walked into the kitchen to gather the ingredients for her famous hot cocoa. She warmed up the milk in the saucepan and grabbed two large mugs before leveling out a few teaspoons of cocoa and sugar into each cup. She then found a few of his favorite pastries within the day's leftover treats. Tikki flew into view and sat on the counter, stealing a cookie for herself.  

“What’s on your mind, Marinette?”

“It’s Chat. It’s breaking my heart to see him this way. It also doesn’t help that the akuma earlier brought out some sadness in him. I have a feeling that’s why he’s here.”

“You read him so well, Marinette. You care about him so much.”

Marinette poured the heated milk in the mugs as she pursed her lips. “Chat’s not only my partner, Tikki, I consider him one of my closest and dearest friends. He’s up there alongside Alya for top space, not that I could ever tell her that without risking a scolding,” she giggled, “but I care about him just as much as I care about Adrien and Nino, too. “

Tikki flew up and nuzzled against Marinette’s cheek. “This is why you’re the perfect Ladybug. You care deeply with your heart and are always determined to help with every fiber of your being.”

“Thanks, Tikki.” She said as she nudged her finger against her head. Marinette then heard the trap door open and then Chat walk onto the balcony. “Now let me bring these up for us to eat and chat.”

-----

Marinette and Chat sipped on their cocoa as the pastries sat idly on the table. They each narrowed their eyes towards each other, waiting for someone to strike first. Then in a quick motion, they both stuck out their clenched fists and smacked it against their open palm three times until they ended the beats with their chosen weapon.

“Ha! Paper beats rock! I win!” Marinette said as she grabbed the last éclair on the plate.

Chat downplayed the score. “I let you win. I didn’t want that éclair anyways.”

“Aww. The kitten is mad. Don’t worry, there’s another one downstairs that I can grab.”

He sputtered. “Then why did we fight for it?”

“Because it’s just better to compete a little for it. Plus, I like watching you lose. Your pout is cute.”

“My pout is not cute.” He brought the mug to his lips to hide said pout.

“Yes, it is and you know it.”

Chat smirked into his cup. “Fine. You win... again.”

“So, since I win...” Marinette placed her mug onto the table and snuggled back into her blanket, “why don’t you tell me why you’re really here. There’s no pressure, but I know you like to talk it out whenever you can.”

“Okay.” He let out a defeated sigh. “Do you know how I came by today and looked like an actual cat because Sorceress turned me into one?” She nodded. “Well, I had a tag beside my bell. I noticed it, but not sure if you did.”

“No. You were too busy scaring me with your meowing.”

“That was so funny.”

“No, it wasn’t and you know it.”

“Yes, but that’s beside the point. So, back to the tag. I was surprised by what I saw. On the tag, I mean. Ladybug asked if my civilian name was on it and it scared me that that was a possibility. But luckily it wasn’t and I’m grateful for that. Last thing I needed was for the world to know who I was because of a nametag. But what I wasn’t expecting was the name on the nametag.”

Marinette watched as Chat huffed out a bitter laugh. “You would think that being in a home, even as lonely as mine, you would still have at least one family member that cares about you. At least enough care that the name would be on it. But that wasn’t the case. I guess it was never the case.”

Marinette just sat there listening to every word he had to say. Tears were brimming her eyes and she tried her hardest to just listen without crying.

“I’ve never told anyone this, not even Ladybug, but the reason I have a bell around my neck is because I’ve always wanted a loving home. Kind of like a cat who finally has a home to call their own. The fact that this tag had someone else’s name on it just proved what I always felt was true, but I continuously denied it to avoid the pain.

“Marinette, your name was on my tag. Not my father’s, not my late mother’s, not even my aunt or cousin or grandparents. It was your name.”

Tears brimmed his own eyes as her eyes shed theirs. “Marinette, you are my best friend. I come to you when I have a hard time because you never shoo me away. You always care, always listen, and you never judge me. I feel free when I come here and I know it’s not a façade that you put up just to deal with me. I know this is who you are and you have no idea how much your kindness makes me feel.

“I just want to thank you. The last year has made me the happiest, longer than I can remember. I know I’ve never told you this before, and I’m sorry for dumping this all on you. But just- thank you. Thank you so much for being you.”

Marinette jumped up and engulfed him in a tight hug. “Chat. You will always be considered family to me, never forget that. I will never shoo you away for anything and I will always be here whenever you need me. Asleep or not. Wake me up, steal me away, I don’t care. If you need me, find me. I’ll always be here for you.”

All he could do was squeeze her harder as the tears fell down his face. He answered her with a simple whisper, one barely enough to be heard above their erratic heartbeats, “Thank you.”

[goodnightallwhites]

Snowkitty By BlackingPacking

Snowkitty 

By BlackingPacking 

Submitted: January 23, 2019 Updated: January 23, 2019 

Selina Kyle has never been a big part of the Batfamily. Nor has she ever fucked a big black cock. The two are more related than you might think. 

Contains: NTR/Cuckolding, Interracial, BBC, SPH 

Provided by Hentai Foundry. 

Chapter 1 - Selina gets Blacked 2 

Chapter 2 - Along Came a Black Spider 9 

Chapter 3 - Stephanie Brown and the Blackedcomputer 

18 

1 - Selina gets Blacked 

Selina Kyle loved Bruce Wayne. Catwoman loved Batman. 

But she also loved money- and, while she’d never manipulate Bruce into giving her access to Wayne Enterprises for a job, she had no qualms with breaking into the place- just a quick in and out really, and, just to be extra nice, she wouldn’t steal any extra goodies for herself. 

Worst case scenario, she got found and Bruce came- she’d lose the contract, but would have the fun of playing with him, and then the thrill of escape, always a plus. 

(She also wouldn’t mind getting a little closer to Bats than she usually did, but, despite all the black he wore, he was still white down there.) 

As she disabled the motion sensors on the window of an office atop Wayne Tower and climbed onto it to cut a hole to climb in, she thought about all her experiences with men- at this point, she had pretty much accepted that big dicks were a myth, and had learned to accept the ‘motion of the ocean’ guys and a good-sized dildo when she could. She was always too busy to watch porn. Maybe she’d break into a studio one day and ask what their secrets were. 

She was in, the only lighting in the office being the moonlight making everything, from the flat screen TV to the $2,000 chair to the tall, plastic plant in the corner. Artificial but comfortable- like a dildo- 

Goddammit, you have to stop getting distracted! Head in the game, Selina- you’ve got the hardrive, all you gotta do is plug it in- wow, right way on the first try- and now for the data dump. Corporate espionage and the secrets of the rich and powerful? Child’s play. 

She waited for all that lovely compromising information to upload, lounging on the chair and, when she head the light but firm steps indicative of a muscular man approaching the door, she unzipped her costume down to her crotch, exposing her stomach and all of her cleavage to the cool air. 

When the door was opened, she was unsurprised, for a second- she thought she recognized the broad shoulders, the biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt- but then she realized he was wearing a t-shirt- Bruce never wore t-shirts- and, what she thought she should have realized first, he was black. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked glaringly, tapping something on his wristwatch. 

She kicked the desk, pushing the chair away from it, spinning around the office, her tits jiggling, “I could ask you the same question- who the hell are you supposed to be?” once she spun the chair in front of the dest, she stood up to face him. 

“I’m the guy who keeps trash like you out of this building.” 

“Trash? Puh! Is it because of how I dress? I didn’t know it became the Victorian Age when in a tower 

this tall, Mister, ah-” she pulled out a black leather wallet- “Luke Fox.” 

“Wha- how did-” 

“Oh, the CEO’s son, I see. I’ve met your father and your company’s owner, but I don’t think we’ve ever been formally introduced,” said the Cat. She leaned on him, tits rubbing against his chest. 

“You’re right, but I think, after all you’ve done with Bruce, I know you well enough.” 

Selina encircled one of his muscular legs with her lissome one, but, truth be told, she was concerned- did Luke here know that Bruce was Batman? And did he know how much they’d fucked over the years? 

She decided not to let it get to her, “Well, sorry to say, but I don’t really have time to stay and chat,” she said, slinking back, grabbing the drive, and digging her claws into the glass. She waited for the dark young man to make a move. 

“Good, because you won’t be talking to anyone except your lawyer,” he declared. Like clockwork- it surprised Selina how much he acted like Batman. His face looked even more driven than Bruce had in his early days, when he was angrier and brasher. She’d forgotten how sexy it was. 

Still, no time for reminiscing. Selina pushed into the cracked glass, totally shattering it, letting it fall like water behind her down to the street far, far, far below. She took a step back, and Luke took a step forward. He proceeded towards her, but not before she jumped out the window, totally free. 

What she sure didn’t expect was for him to jump after her. Not only did she question what the fuck she was gonna do know, but Luke’s very sanity. 

But then she saw a package rocket out of the building, making a beeline towards Luke, then attaching to and encasing him, before the sleek metal parts tightened around his form. It turned on, blue neon aesthetic lights and glowing eyes and, most importantly, a blue bat-symbol on his chest. 

So Luke was Batwing. That explained... a bit. 

Before she could think of what to think next, he shot down toward her, caught her, and flew her to the concrete top of a nearby tower, one not half the height of Wayne Tower. 

She fell on her ass- dammit, he better not have hurt her lovely ass!- while Luke stood tall above her. 

“What did you steal?” He asked, voice robotic. 

“Maybe I’ll tell you if I can talk to the real you,” she cooed, “take off the mask,” she could feel the open air on her nipples- presumably, the fall made her tits flop out. The price of mixing fun and work- but it wasn’t like the fun would be over now. She hoped she could use Luke easily. 

He gulped audibly as the mask receded from his face, exposing his head and neck. He shifted uncomfortably. 

She giggled at him, “Well, first of all, I stole this-” between two clawed fingers, the cat held a button. The kind that belonged on expensive business pants. The kind- 

“What- dammit!” Luke realized what caused the discomfort in his pants. He turned around to fix them, opening up the bottom half of his suit to adjust himself, muttering in his deep, throaty voice, “Damn new suit.. Shoulda worn the cup..” 

“Ah, the cup?” asked Selina, hoping to get him so aroused he couldn’t catch her, “Oh c’mon, you were staring at mine, why can’t I see-” 

“No, I-” he fell forward as he felt Selina push against his leg, but in doing so showed Selina what she wanted- his cock half hard, pushing out against his grey underwear in a massive bulge. 

“Oh- oh come fucking on, you’re wearing a cup now!” 

“No- no, you don’t get it,” he said. In a move clearly done by pure hormones, he pulled it out to show her- and holy hell was it a sight. 

Darker than the rest of his milk chocolate skin and, even when at best half hard, as thick as her wrist and twice the length of her hand, it protruded from his muscular pelvis, curving down until the large, deep mauve head pointed straight at the floor, nearly touching Selina's sensitive skin. 

Selina’s sultry, deep breaths stopped cold. She reached out to touch it. In her hand, which she couldn’t wrap around it, of course, she felt his blood pump, making his width tug, his head throbbing just a bit. 

It was frightening- how was he so big? Bruce's sat snug in her hand when he was rock hard, but this was barely above flaccid, and it fit in her hand, the squishy, yet strong flesh spilling out of her hand. He was like a handful of sand, something she couldn't hold, while Bruce was just one stone. Or a pebble. Eventually, she managed to get her lithe fingers to touch all the way around it, but, as her breaths turned waveringly deep, she felt them barely brush each other, and then be pulled totally apart as he rose to hardness. 

She decided that she didn’t want to run away anymore. 

“H-how big does it get?” She stared. 

“Fourteen inches,” he gulped, more confident now. 

“Christ-” she lifted it up, letting the head brush her face, “do they even make cups this big?” was all she could ask. 

“It’s.. difficult,” he chuckled, “And the suits are a whole nother thing... this is a new one, you see. I haven’t made the necessary adjustments yet... I’m sorry, lemme just-” 

Selina grabbed his plump cock, “Oh fuck no bitch! I’m gonna get this cock- Goddamn it’s big! And why the hell don’t you have your suit fitted for this? Not that I’m complaining...” 

“No- I, I make the adjustments myself. Bruce makes the suits-” 

“Say no more,” smiled Selina, working her arm to pump his fat cock to hardness, “Goddamn, those rumors are true...” she felt a massive urge to lick at his black cock. 

“Rumors?” 

“Oh, you know- about black guys’ dicks- don’t tell me you’ve never been in a locker room with any of Bruce or his, heh, little Robins?” 

“I don't think you should trust me to be honest.” 

“Well, I’ll be honest, I’ve never fucked a black guy, but if I ever had, I’d be thinking about that cock all the fuckin time.” 

“Never fucked a black guy, Miss Kyle?” 

“Not even when I was a hooker- and no need to be all formal. It’s Selina, at the very least,” she smiled widely as she smacked his meat against her snow white face. 

“Alright, Selina- I think I’m there. Wanna take what you want?” 

“Don’t ask next time. It’s hotter,” she replied, and then, just slow enough to taste every inch of the massive thing, Catwoman decided she'd go all in, and inhaled his cock, its blackness more than she had ever had before. It tasted musky and strong, pulsating on and heating her little pink tongue. 

She widened her jaw to take in his girth, his dick filling both her. She was great at the blowjob face, sucking her cheeks in, but with a black cock the limber woman felt like a chipmunk. It was heavy, too, pushing down on her poor straining lower jaw. Worst of all, she was about halfway down the actual length. She pushed on, feeling her throat expand as she swallowed his length. 

She gargled it, then pulled out, coating his big black dick in saliva, more than it looked like her cute little mouth could produce. 

Her eyes, however, told a different story. One that said she needed more of this massive dick to suck on, to lick, to drool over, to fawn over, to get all up inside all her holes. With one suck, Selina Kyle became another victim to black cock lust. She totally forgot how she felt about Bruce- emotions were a thing of the heart, and right now, her dripping pussy was the captain of her actions. 

She happily slurped him down again, ropes of spit sticking to his veiny dick every time she came off it. She sucked him like a vacuum, her ruby lips stretching across his shaft as she pulled back before going all the way back down again. Lipstick smeared on him, only to be licked back up when her tongue darted all over his cock every time she went down on him. 

Slurping, sucking, kissing and licking, Selina gave Luke the best head she ever gave, and the best he’d ever gotten. 

“How.. how close are you?” she gasped, just off his hot dick, strings of spit and precum hanging from her lips, dangling onto her creamy breasts. 

“To cumming?” he asked, “Not really.” 

Well, fuck! Selina’s usual routine (both before and after she found robbing was more fun than sex) was to make him cum with a blow job, then fuck him. But it seemed this ugy had a big dick and could last twice as long as the normal guy, 

“Change of plans,” she announced, gulping as she realized her throat felt much wider, “do you wanna take your costume off?” 

“For what?” 

“To fuck me silly, silly!” She smiled, stripping, letting her leather catsuit fall onto the roof as she crawled back to his erection, licking its tip playfully. 

“I’d like to keep it on, if that’s fine with you.” 

“Oh, God yes it is,” she licked his balls and up to his very tip, then let his dick drag between her pillowy tits, “keep me naked, all submissive and helpless, you’re so fucking hot.” 

Luke didn’t see it that way- he just didn’t want to be disarmed in case he had to fight this crazy white cat burglar bitch, but every second it seemed more like that wouldn’t happen, since she wasn’t stopping. 

She gave him a short, toying titjob, rubbing her pale breasts all over his pole, and then stood further up, rubbing his precum against her firm but smooth stomach, before finally standing up straight, his cockhead poking just under her navel. 

“Oh, take me, Batwing,” she cooed, no sign of remembering all the times she’d said Batman instead. Luke kissed her, making out deeply, slimy tongues rolling over each other. He then grabbed her by her soft asscheeks, not as impressive as her tits, but still a wonderful pair. He smacked them, pushed into the soft flesh with his strong fingers, and then cupped her sexy ass in his hands to lift her up onto his cock. 

“You feel so big,” said Selina, biting her tongue as she held onto Luke, her pussy lips rubbing on his shaft. 

“You feel so wet,” responded Luke. 

“Better to guide you in with, Lukey baby,” she said, pushing her stomach against his abs, guiding his cock up to point right at her cunt. She closed her eyes, braced herself, and sat on it. 

“Ah, fuck!” she yelled, loud enough that it made Luke hope no one was on the roof, “It is really big! I haven’t felt like this since I lost my virginity! In fucking middle school! Oh yeah, fuck me hard and deep with your big- big- oh, fuck you’re so big!” Selina turned into a chatterbox by his electrifying black cock. 

“Damn you’re tight! I thought you were a whore!” He bounced her up and down his massive dong, her sweaty, sticky legs locked tight around his waist. 

“Oh, I am! I’m a whore! A dirty, slutty, whore!” 

“Then why are you as tight as a school girl?” 

“Ah, fuck! You just wanna hear me say it! I’m a- fuck I feel it all the way in I’m sooooo full!- I’ve never been a whore for black cock before!” 

“And now?” 

“Holy- holy shit! Ah, I’m getting lightheaded... I’ve never been fucked like this before. I can’t believe I’ve never gone black..” 

He pulled her short, black hair and smacked her ass, “And now?” 

“Now- I went black! And goddamn if I’m never going back! Ahh, fuck!” the usually clever cat burglar had become totally degraded, slick with sweat and eyes wild with pleasure. She held on tight to his armor, gyrating her round, obsessed, child bearing hips on his cock. 

It pushed and throbbed and strained all inside her, stretching her insides, making them even wider than her pussy, which never stretched wider than his steady base. It was his twitching head deep in his canal that made her feel like she never had before. 

“I’m a fucking slut for black cock!” she cried, mind exploding as she felt a rush of hot, syrupy liquid in her cunt spill out and run on her legs. It took her a second to realize that this was not his cum she felt, but her own. 

The BBC whore tried to see what time it was on something, but there were no clocks near. Her screams and cry were replaced with a long, humid moan, that was only interrupted when her whole body shook with one of his thrusts. They could have been fucking for ten minutes or for half an hour. Either way, the man had stamina like she had never felt. 

He pushed her up against the wall of the stairway exit, her back scraping against rough concrete, but if any of her white hide hurt, it was her rose-red asscheeks, which had been thoroughly spanked by the dominant man. 

She screamed his name as she came again. Her pussy tightened, and he kept driving. She loved the pain. She was a white woman- a snowbunny, now. A snowkitty. She loved it. She wanted him to hurt her more. 

He then held onto her back. His gloves had retracted into his armpeices- when, Selina’s dopamine-addled mind didn’t know- and his black, rough palms felt up her back. He didn’t squeeze tight, which she would have loved, but she realized how much hotter it made her felt. 

Stupid white girl! Just let the black man pleasure you, Selina. Let his black... black... 

It felt like he was dominating her, making her more whorish than Stan or Slam Bradley or Bruce had ever done, effortlessly. She was so weak compared to this adonis. 

She was never going back to white boys. 

She felt his round, fat black balls slam up against her ass. They were hanging, the size of tangerines, and as delicious as them. Selina could swear that she felt them churn with his superior african seed, what she wanted- no, no, no, NEEDED- inside of her. 

Suddenly, as she came a third time, her lover granted her wish, and came inside of her, shooting strong, round, fluid ropes of thick goop inside her already wet pussy, drenching it. The solid weight within her ravished hole doubled as his manhood came deep inside. It felt like gallons of his potent sperm was emptied right into her womb. Shame she wasn’t anywhere near ovulating. 

She went limp, falling down, having to be caught with his strong, quick hand around her back. Her head and limbs hung, supported by his one hand and his massive dong, buried deep inside her tight cunt. 

“That was.. The best... I’ve ever had,” she panted, dropping to the ground. She looked at her raw, well-fucked cunt, staring at its strained opening. Then, cum ran out- not gray, thin white cum, but thick, creamy, virile black cum, “You’re so much better than all the other Bat boys... how are you so good...” it kept spilling out, drowning her crotch, soaking the ground. 

Luke laughed, “Secret identity- I’m black.” 

“Of course.. And Bruce had to get a chinadoll to actually have a kid with.” 

“And all the boys are pretty shy in the locker rooms too...” 

“I bet.” 

“‘Cept for Duke.” 

“God, tell me more. I’m already wet...” her hand slid down her sticky creampie. It made a shlicking sound. Selina’s eyes closed as she bit her messy lip. 

“Sure,” Luke cracked his knuckles, “ready to go again?” 

2 - Along Came a Black Spider 

Selina had to wonder if Bruce understood that he was a beta white guy, with a below-average dick and no jet pack. After all, he had given Luke Fox, the guy with the gargantuan dick that made Selina into a black-only snow bunny, the super suit with a jetpack. 

He used both on the way to Selina’s apartment, where he had agreed to drop her off after she had taken a second load of his on her face, still feeling like a spa day, his thick cum masking her pale countenance with enough fluid to fill a bucket. 

She fell naked on her balcony, her ass cheeks redder than her roses from the pounding, her knees more scraped than her old metal chairs from how deep she had sucked him, and her nipples standing erect as the table’s umbrella, the tits they adorned glazed with ropey cum, more than she could swallow- and she loved swallowing his delicious cum. 

He took the flash drive and flew away, leaving Selina, naked, and without her catsuit, to go in her apartment, totally exhausted. She had barely taken a few steps in when she collapsed on the couch, lifting her legs up in the air to expose her burning cunt as she teetered at the edge of consciousness. 

“Fuck, I need a shower.....” groaned Selina as she felt a fat dollop of syrupy cum leak from her used hole, putting her fingers up to herself to feel her creampie, letting it drip on her couch, the fluid ruining it as Luke had ruined her cunt. Hell, the whole couch may have been ruined. She was sweating so much- every inch of her skin was on fire with a pleasure years of white lovers had never given her. She closed her eyes and smiled, tongue lapping at the cream on her lips. 

She began fingering herself. She loved feeling the insides of her tight little cunny, but now it felt like she was hollow, her stretched hole feeling like an abyss around her hand, wider than three fingers. Even when she pushed her whole hand in, her sex stretched easy as a shirt, looser than she’d ever been before. It felt like it would just collapse in on itself if she removed her hand. 

Reluctantly, the wet, dripping, sweaty, cum-soaked mess got up from the couch and meandered into the bathroom, tracking her mess throughout the brightly lit, angular apartment. She passed the balcony in her bedroom there, but, to her sadness, there was no Batwing flying around. The Bat-signal was lit, but she hoped Bruce wouldn’t ever expect anything from her again, because, as good a person he was, he wasn’t a real man. And Selina needed a real man. 

She turned on the steamy water as she felt guilt and pleasure keep washing over her. It wasn’t like she’d cheated on Bruce- they weren’t together right now, and it’s not like it wasn’t seen as normal for a beautiful white lady such as her to cuckold a white guy with a big, dark lover, was it? And god, Luke felt so good, deeper inside her than she’d ever thought possible. 

She played with her clit in the hot bath, finely manipulating it, thinking if she was stereotyping. After all, she’d fucked only the one black guy, what’s to say he wasn’t an outlier? What if she couldn’t, just in 

theory, get herself all tattooed up with queens of spades and ‘black owned’ and be totally satisfied with black guys twice as big as any white ‘man’? 

Well, she could always just be with Luke. He, she knew, was good enough. He was a decade and a half younger than her- did that make her a cougar? Fuck if she cared. 

She kept playing with herself under the water, pinching and pulling at her swollen clit, thinking of the wild night she’d just had. How Luke had picked her up and their bodies sunk into each other, how he’d put her on her hands and feet as he mounted her, her from behind, how he slapped her ass as he pounded her cunt, how his thick pile of meat slapped her tits and her face before cumming all over them, emptying those full, hanging balls she only got to lick a precious few times. 

Even more disappointing than how much she licked his balls was her ass- yeah, the cheeks were as red as could be, but as she moved the finger of her other hand to the pink, tight pucker of her anus, it felt very neglected compared to her gaping pussy. She wanted a big black cock in her ass. 

As she drifted into sleep, fingers holding her clit in a fist as she put another two far up her ass, she dreamed of it. 

She woke up when her head finally dipped underwater- something the expensive in-bath seat was designed to prevent. She stole hard for that, it might as well work! 

Still, she felt comfortable- the water was still somewhat warm, so the heating worked. And judging by the dim light it was dawn. If she had any idea how long it was between encountering Luke and going to sleep, that may have meant something. 

She didn’t want to get up. She kept her face barely above the water so she could keep feeling herself. Her asshole had accommodated to her middle and index finger, and so she pushed another into the snugly held hole. Her pussy, on the other hand, had tightened around her fingers, no longer gaping or full of semen. 

Of course, she’d love it to be again- stretched open and fucked, then poured into with hot, thick sperm. And even more in her ass- god, how she needed a black man to really fill that hole, how- 

She rolled her head over, and saw something in the corner of her bathroom- no, someone. Wearing a black full-bodysuit, with orange and purple highlights, a maroon spider on his face. 

“Ah, shit,” grumbled Selina, hooping out of the bath into the cold air as a throwing knife flew past her short black hair. He pounced at her, so she grabbed the bathroom door and left him to run into it. 

“Black Spider, isn’t it?” She asked, flipping into the living room, soaking the floor again. 

He didn’t respond, simply running after her and firing a line from his gauntlet, missing Selina and catching a chair, which also missed her. 

“Oh come on!” she yelled, keeping on her feet, “I’m right, right? You’re Black Spider- Eric Needlewhatever-“ she dodged more of his swipes- “Shouldn’t you be with Waller? And even then, what 

the hell are you doing in my bathroom, pervert?!” 

“You knew the deal- turn in the drive by 6 am. It’s been an hour almost, so I was sent to check on you. You clearly haven’t bothered, I searched the place, and it’s not here, so I assumed the contract is void, and you know the boss don't accept betrayal.” 

“Ah, fuck you!” She gasped as she narrowly dodged another barbed line, whipping around her bedroom, “I can still get it!” 

“Plenty of people can- and I’m sure the boss is already hiring. You’re done-“ he swung around the line like a whip yet again, “it’s just you and me now.” 

“Can you let me get dressed first then, Eric, before I kick your ass?” 

“How cliche,” chuckled the Spider, switching to wrist-mounted blades to keep Selina on her toes, “and shouldn’t you appreciate the fact that you’re naked? Isn’t sex appeal meant as a distraction?” 

“What? You buy that bullshit? No, I show my tits off because I’m a slut-“ she slid under him to kick him in the back, knocking him down onto a armoire, knocking down a jewelry chest, “be lucky I didn’t go for the dick, asshole,” She grumbled, letting the chest hit him. 

“Oh, you would have liked that, wouldn’t you, slut?” He rolled over, still mocking her. 

“That’s-“ she paused, knowing he wasn’t the one who started that, “Okay, fuck you, I am a slut, and I was having a great time before you showed- wait,” she paused, reaching for his mask, but not taking it, “you’re black, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, and I’m a spider.” 

“No, I meant-“ 

“Bitch, I know what you meant! Yes, I am,” he pushed her hand away to take off his mask, revealing a sharp, goateed black face, “why?” 

She lowered her body, exposed and naked, on top of his well armored one, until her pussy was nearly touching his large codpiece, “I mean... I just wanted to ask-“ she put her hands on his shoulders, pinning him down, “how big is your dick?” 

“...Bitch, what?” 

“I’m serious-“ she whined, “how big? Because I fucked my first black guy last night and need to know if they’re all like that!” 

They both looked at each other, Selina in what seemed to be desperation, and Eric in confusion. 

“AHAHAHAHA,” suddenly, he laughed, “So you’re just another big black cock slut, is that right?” 

“Uh- you’ll fuck me if I say yes, right?” 

“Fuck Batman’s bitch? Any day.” 

“Then yes, I’m the biggest fucking black cock whore on earth!” She exclaimed, almost shaking on him, “oh! And I’m not his bitch- not anymore,” she smiled gleefully, putting up two pinched fingers to illustrate Batman’s little white dick. 

“Hah! You are a bad bitch, aren’t you!” 

“I’ll be your bad bitch if you really do have a big black cock!” 

“Then lemme show you,” he breathed as he pushed her ass off him. She felt her pussy dampen at the feeling of him control her, picking her up with just one big, strong hand. 

He tore off his belt and peeled off his pants, pulling the codpiece down to reveal to Selina what could only be described as an anaconda- as long, if not longer than Luke, with a fatter head and thinner shaft, actually making it look bigger, harder to take, more painful. Definitely like a snake. 

“I’m already so fucking wet,” whispered Selina. 

“I can tell-” he made her moan by feeling her wetness, holding her from behind with two fingers sloshing over her pussy while his thumb pressed right above her asshole. 

“Your hands even feel big,” she lowered her shuttering head to his ear, “I want you to do whatever you want to me, baby.” 

“Good,” he slammed her ass, spanking her. His spry, sturdy hand totally covered her alabaster cheek, rubbing it like a baker kneading dough, the strength of his black hands rippling over her velvety flesh. She kissed his dark neck, tasting sweat. It clung to her lips until she licked it off. 

He began tearing off his padded suit, Selina pawing at the edges as if to help, but she was really just enamored with his black body, his ebony tufts of hair running down his broad chest and sculpted abs, the hair of a real man. His torso and cock was totally opened, and so, like a moth to a flame, Selina dropped, ass up, and face down, kissing his muscular frame. 

Preoccupied with his musculature and musk, Selina’s hand drifted down to Eric’s legs without looking, feeling around, groping at his wide, strong legs. She kissed his stomach like it was an idol until her hand felt something new- a smooth, bulbous head, a deep peach poking out from the long, curved, black shaft. It tensed as her hand felt it, as her worshipping slowed to look over at the massive tube of meat, semi-erect and pointing down at his swollen, hanging balls. 

Selina’s hand purled around his sleek cockhead and his round ballsack. He secreted precum, the perfect lubricant for Selina’s lustful hand to hold his cockhead, at least three times bigger than any white boy she’d ever been with. As she tried to wrap her fist around his round tip, his cock tightened, hefting his balls, swelling his veins all the way down his shaft. 

She planted sloppy, smacking kisses down his abs to his crotch, where she glossed the base of his cock, which, despite its curve, was still taller than her head at its vertex. She kissed and tongued and groped his cock, feeling the fat, many veins only a black cock had, tugging at the soft, loose skin around his solid shaft. 

“You’re so fucking... fucking huge... gargantuan... BBC...” she murmured in between licks, just loud enough for him to hear. Even the thought of those words made her pussy ache. 

He smiled a pearly grin as she put her silky, drooling lips parallel to his cock, then lowered them slowly onto it, right in the middle. She held it on either side of her mouth, the shaft and it’s veins filling each hand as she sucked on it’s delicious flavor. 

She slurped on it, doing her best to drench it with spit from her small mouth, his black member dwarfing her mouth. She went all the way down it and all the way back up, like she was on a harmonica. She closed her eyes and touched herself as her lips popped off his base. When they opened, they saw that her spit, which felt like enough to fill a lake, made maybe half of his godly cock slick with spit. 

Selina whimpered at the monster before her. Luke’s was in the dark, but here, in her apartment, at daybreak, she could see the whole thing, all of its features and pulsations and dark, dark blackness against the pinks, peaches, and whites of her home. Her home was a damn mess thanks to their fight- but now she was ready to be made a damn mess thanks to their fuck, thanks to his huge, strong, black dick. 

She pumped his dick to hardness, thickening it and flattening out its big, floppy curve, replacing it with a solid pipe of black cock. It’s head still pointed down, just a bit. It sat snugly in her hand, the lightest skin on his dark chocolate member, round and smooth as an apple and slick with precum. 

She lied down perpendicular to him, elbows resting on his sinewy dark skin, and let his dick shake and bounce and finally get to full mast right in front of her blue eyes. She kissed the hole at its tip top, and pushed her tongue into to sticky hole, pulling off with a string of precrum. It broke and fell down to his pelvis. She watched it as is fell, far, far below. She jumped off skyscrapers regularly, but, with his cockhead at her nose, the cock she was staring down looked frighteningly tall. 

She put her arms on either side of his base and sat up with good posture, the domineering cock running nearly from her belly button to her forehead. She laughed nervously. 

“Bitch, you ain’t being anywhere near as much as a slut as your tight ass tells me you can,” he said, slapping her ass. His dark palm renewed the light pink handprint that covered both her cheek before he took his huge middle finger, and ran it down her asscrack, pushing at her perfect pink butthole. 

“Eep!” She jumped, body tending and hair bobbing as she felt his fingertips against her sensitive pucker. She looked down, bending to show him he tits with his powerful, huge cock in her cleavage. She beamed, well kept teeth whiter than her skin, but hopefully not to be any less defiled by his blackness, by his huge black cock. 

She closed her eyes and breathed deep, “Don’t stop touching my asshole,” she gasped through th,an enraptured smile. 

He said nothing as he kept playing with her backdoor, moving his fingers in circles around its pucker, running its pad over her, dipping his fingerprints into her lusting anus. Eventually, he matched the pace of Selina’s nervous licks to the underside of his tip, the perfect spot to lap at the juices. 

Her licks were playful, as was his fingering on her behind. Him touching her dirtiest whole made her wet, and that arousal made her more desperateShe lapped at his glans, the smooth, round bulb, the color of syrup. His pace stayed the same, but her mind was running faster and faster. She began to drool on his head and kiss it sloppily as her cunt was, his precum tasting like syrup. He stayed the same. She took a hand and shoved it between her legs, fingering herself. Not long after, his bulb was in her mouth. 

“Mmmf!” she stopped herself when his head, the size of a ripe fruit, was already in her head. Sticky spit flung from her stretched lips, sinking down the long rod of his cock. Ready to gag, she chased it down his dick, careful not to hurt him with her teeth. He may have been thinner than Luke, but she still felt it against her teeth no matter how wide she opened her mouth. Like the water of a warm shower, Selina descended down her would-be assassin’s cock. 

She began to gag at halfway, more than she could take. She pushed down, feeling her wetness increase with each throb of his cock deep down her little slutty gullet. She teared up as she struggled to even take half of his incredible black cock, and almost cried when he took his hand off her hungry asshole, and her ass altogether. She felt like she was gonna collapse when he put that hand on top of her head, and forced her even further down his black rod. 

When she nearly reached the bottom, red-faced, choking, and sputtering as his fat head pushed and pulsates deep, deep in her windpipe, he took his hand off. He moved it down to her crotch, and, to her dismay, he removed her hand from gm inside her soaking wet pussy. 

“W-why?” She pleaded, after rushing up for a gulp of air. That huge cock only a black guy could have flopped on her crestfallen face. 

“Ah calm down,” he said with his well-earned confidence- after all, who could know how to please a girl better than a man with a big black cock? 

He took her waist and hips and pulled them toward him. The pussycat looked over at him, a but he simply pushed her face back into his rock hard dick. Teasing and kneading the flesh, he pulled her hips right at him, lifted them up, and laid them in his face, wet cunny dripping onto his ruggedly handsome face. 

Hugging her waist close to his chest, he slurped and smacked on her drenched puss as she did the same to his cock. Needleham had an easier time eating her out than Selina had blowing him, but both felt similar pleasure. 

Selina began to go limp as she felt an orgasm flowing through her. If it was a white boy, his dick would fall out her slack mouth, but this black snake stayed deep in her. Eric soon noticed, and put her down- practically throwing her on the bed. 

“You’re good at sucking cock, but you need to learn to last a little longer,” he chuckled. Selina moaned 

and groaned, but couldn’t verbally respond. She just sat there as he jerked off his long, black dick to her, building it up until his huge, hanging, wrecking-ball testicles clenched, and he came. He spurted cum down her throat, and her clear wet drool became a thick, sticky, and white. 

She pulled off his cock, not that you could tell, with the slimy cum sticking to his cock and her lips, making a messy curtain between them. That was nowhere near all his cum though- most of it was down her throat, a bigger load than she had ever had before. She sucked up the slimy mess, trying to hold his whole load in. 

“You’d better not spit,” he muttered. 

She gagged and gasped, eyes tearing up with desperation. She bent over and opened her mouth, vomiting potent slime onto her floor. 

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry-“ she cried, bending over to get near to the puddle of cum, “your load was just so big! I couldn’t hold it all in!” She gasped, and stuck her tongue out to lap up the puddle, working to swallow it all. 

He walked around back to her bare ass. “It’s fine- long as you lemme go all the way,” he grinned, putting his hand on her numb butt. 

She took a breath in between her eating of her own oral cream pie, “sure! Please do- I- I won’t be able to fuck as good as usual, but I just want that inside me!” 

“All you had to say,” 

“And no condoms!” 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, bitch.” 

She gleefully closed her eyes as she pushed her tongue down onto the hot cum and stuck her butt up for him to use. 

“Pussy or ass?” 

“Mmgh- pussy! I’d die if your black cock went into my asshole-“ she kept talking about how white guys would make her ass stretch, and she wasn’t ready for Eric’s black mamba to get all up in her guts, but he tuned her out, just pushing his cockhead against her soaking wet lips, and shoved it inside her canal. 

She spat out more cum almost immediately, screaming as his strength overtook her tightness, and he shoved his fat head deeper inside her than any first thrust ever had, slamming into her uterus, causing her to explode in pleasure and pain. 

Her white pussy was tight, perfectly sized for the types of cocks she’d been fucking her whole life, and while she needed something more, this sure was a hell of a way to get it. It was stretched in every direction, pushing into places that had never been fucked before, that she never knew she wanted to be fucked. 

He pounded her so hard it felt like she may as well have been doing anal, slamming her whole body. He sent every inch of loose skin, of which there wasn’t much, shaking as much as her bouncy tits. And forget about her face, it was now totally slack and no longer trying to lick up his spilled cum. Instead the force of her whole body was being buckled and slammed, and her face was laying in the puddle, ground into the puddle. Her hair was a mess. Her pussy was on fire. 

He was rougher and gruffer than Luke was, probably due to age and the comfort of her well-heated apartment. Being a criminal, as she knew, certainly help. Being black compounded that. She could barely think, and soon he fucked her brains right out of her. Her arms gave out, and the front half of her body weight fell on her cum-covered face, legs behind her held up by his large hands on either hip. He kept her in place as he destroyed her pussy. She couldn’t see, but he was grinning like a madman, which made sense for any man who got to be with a woman like her, but she considered herself the far luckier one. 

The pounding felt beyond physical. Yeah, he was strong as hell and fucked her deep, slamming through her hole and poking her womb like she was a piece of meat, but she felt more than just that. She felt tingly throughout her body. Not a girlish, schoolgirly sort of sensual tingles, but shocks of pleasure like a hard drug throughout her body from his hard cock. Her pussy juices dripped like lava, her stretched canal coated in magma. Her body felt better than ever. 

That was when she realised what was happening- she was orgasming. Not just a powerful, climactic squirt from her pussy, but a continuous, flow of orgasms. She was cumming one time after another, so many, so hard, so fast, that it felt like her body was perpetually climaxing. 

His pounding had rubbed the sticky puddle of cum on the floor into her face, sending small globs flying into her hair, against her slack lips, even in her rolled-back eyes. She had gotten so used to her constant orgasm that she was barely even conscious, she just sat there, barely propped up against his pumping black hips. 

She was jolted awake when she felt his dick twitch uncontrollably inside her, pushing up against her walls. She leaned her head down, putting her hair on the floor, and looked between her legs. She saw his gargantuan black meat entering her and how her pussy was raining juices from the dozens of orgasms she must have had. She also saw his massive, loosely hanging balls swing less and less and begin to tighten up against the underside of his cock. 

Why his cock was twitching was finally clear- he was going to cum! His grunts became louder and his thrusts became faster. She threw her head back and moaned as she prepared for what was coming. 

He shot his load in her, just as big and thick as before, if not more so. The sheer force of his cum in her womb made her tremble, and as he pulled out, her clit went off as it felt gallons of black cum pouring out of her, enough to make another puddle on the floor and still fill her up. 

She had her biggest orgasm yet. It made her jump, pull away from Eric as she fell on the floor, rolling around in a mess of cum as she moaned- no, screamed. Her hips shook and she tried to cover her pussy with her hand, but it was buckled off, and she squirted everywhere, lifting her ass off the ground. 

“I love black cock!” Catwoman screamed as she fell onto the floor like a starfish. 

“Sure did,” muttered Eric, getting dressed again, having trouble fitting his black manhood in his pants again, “I’ll tell the boss you’re the least of our problems now that the Bat’s onto us. Good luck, you crazy little whore.” And with that, he walked out to the balcony, and left. 

Selina was left scoop up the pools of black cum, playing with the precious substance like, well, a kitten. She coated her hand in it, rubbed it all on her worn-out pussy. She massaged her belly with a glob of it, soothing her stretched insides. She made her milky white tits even whiter, lubing them up with his copious baby batter. Most of all, she filled her hands with it, and poured it down her hungry, slutty little throat. 

“I love black dick,” she breathed, not even thinking. It just came naturally. “I love black cum. I’m a blacked little slut.” 

She passed out, soon dreaming of getting stuffed by big, black cock. 

3 - Stephanie Brown and the Blackedcomputer 

Selina was in trouble honestly. It was the first time in years she’d failed a job (granted, she never took up contracts, but still!), and surely Black Spider wouldn’t be the last assassin to be sent after her. While that turned out well, she didn’t wanna gamble her life with the next one. 

Especially if the next wasn’t black. 

That’s why she was here now, at the residence of Carlton Duquesne, a generally well-liked and well-respected mob boss. The kind who would provide her the protection she needed. In more ways than one, of course, but only Selina would think of an innuendo like that when her life was on the line. 

Then again, considering Duquesne’s mob was owned and operated by the black families of Gotham’s underworld, not to mention the luxurious overworld old Carlton himself lived in, maybe plenty of women would accept protection. Those of the underworld would prefer to stay clean with the hung black thugs they fucked, while the wealthier women would use it to make sure they didn’t end up pregnant with a black guy’s baby. 

Either way, Selina would probably still use it. She wasn’t that addicted to her newfound love. Not yet, anyways. She still knew what she was doing though. Every mob in Gotham had it’s big, strong black enforcers. But she picked the one she knew had the most. And the one that was run by one. 

Selina was neither greedy nor generous, stealing more than she could possibly need, but still gave tons to charity. Mostly for animals, but still, it was charity. Mr. Duquesne, however, was not a charity case, and she didn’t intend to spend a dime on protection money to stay at his big, extravagant, and a tad tacky hotel. She did, however offer another payment that was worth more to her than it was to him. Not that she’d ever tell that. 

When she first came to him, she pleaded for protection from the newly made enemies. He initially refused- Catwoman was a big name, and a big target. Her reputation couldn’t buy her protection, but it seemed money would. Selina had a better idea. 

“Tell me, Mr. Duquesne,” she’d said. She still remembered exactly how the exchange went, that night in his penthouse office, him in a suit and turtleneck, her in her catsuit, “How much do you pay the girls who I saw running around your office earlier?” 

“My ladies ain’t a concern, kitty,” the mob boss replied, “you’re not negotiating with them.” 

“Oh, of courrrrse I’m not negotiating with them,” she purred, “I’m Catwoman, they’re just... girls, really. How could they compare?” she rubbed a gloved hand up her torso. Her palm grazed against her D-cup. 

Carlton looked her up and down. She invited him by sliding her zipper all the way down, so that the tiniest flecks of her well-trimmed womanly hair poked above the catsuit. “I just wanna place to stay, baby. To lay low.” She made a kissy face. 

“There a catch, kitty?” The black boss leaned down to look at her. She got on the floor in response, 

“Not at all. I’ll do this every week if it you’d rather that then rent. More than every week....” 

“I’ll be the judge of what’s worth it,” he said, deep gravelly voice doing things to her pussy. He lifted himself up, undoing his belt and pulling down his pants, then his underwear, down his ashy black legs, revealing his cock. 

He was enormous. The thickest cock she’s ever seen, almost as long as her arm and bulbous. He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was in love. 

“So it’s gonna be like that, huh?” 

She nodded. “I’ll be your slut once a week. More, if this thing feels as good as it looks.” 

“Good.” He wasn’t surprised by women wanting his dick at all. 

“Any limits, sir?” She asked, uncharacteristically submissive. She pulled down the top of her suit, letting her braless tits shine with all their glory. 

“Just don’t call me daddy. Shit’s weird.” 

She was a little disappointed. She loved the fantasy of a black daddy ramming her ass as she cried his title. Still, it wasn’t worth giving up an inch of this monster cock. Selina nodded yes right into his eyes as she kissed the sliding foreskin of his cock. She got it hard just with sluttly little licks and pokes of her tongue. Just like a Cat. And that was what he wanted, right? Catwoman, the dangerous, uncontrollable expert thief and outlaw, totally submitting to his massive, alpha, dominant, mob boss black cock. 

“I... don’t know if I can suck it all,” she worried, looking up at him as he unbuttoned his shirt with massive, strong arms, showing a slightly bulging belly and powerful chest. 

“I’ve had white girls take it before. Penguin’s bitches, Lark and Jay? They’ve sucked it down to the base. Do you really think you’re worse than some sluts who suck Cobblepot’s ugly cock?” 

That got to her head. Selina always had a bit of a complex, and this played right to it. She hadn’t stood down from sucking a dick since middle school, and she didn’t want to start now. Although, if there was one sort of dick she couldn’t overcome, it was the massive kind black men possessed. 

“Yes sir. Your dirty whore, at your service,” she smiled at him. 

She licked from his huge, loose balls, her tongue drawing them up until his sack was stiff and wrinkled. Her tastebuds didn’t experience any worse taste though. She put her hands on his comparatively huge ones (and she had big hands for a woman). She felt him relax, loosen up for her. Even if she wanted to hurt him, he’d overpower her. Maybe she’d try to, just to feel him rough her up. 

She kept peeling off her spandex down to the last inch, tossing it to the side. He was dressed in classy, 

expensive armani wool, unbuttoned to show his impressive physique. Selina, meanwhile, was totally naked, silky ass and tits all out for anyone to walk in to see. If they did she’d keep going. She loved being a black cock slut. 

Positioned in front of his bulbous cock, she looked up at him. He didn’t look down. It was like she didn’t even matter. It was a little upsetting, after all, Catwoman deserved more respect. But god it was hot. This monster black cock was probably so popular that the Catwoman worshipping it wasn’t any big deal to Carlton. 

Kiss after kiss, she made out with the tip of his dick, not letting an ounce of precum escape from her greedy lips. She was ready to steal all his cum, like the good little slutty thief she was. She went down on him, struggling to swallow all of the huge black rod. She choked, but knew this was where she belonged. 

Sucking his cock. 

Outside, another sight was happening. Red Robin, Tim Drake, was assigned to watch Catwoman. Her alleged dealings with Tobias Whale’s mob was cause for concern, and as such, he was tasked with the field monitoring, while Stephanie Brown was on the other end of the line. 

“She- she’s getting on her knees,” he said, watching the beginning of the scene, peering over the stone lip of the building across the way from Selina and Duquesne. 

“What?” came Stephanie, the muffled sounds of movement, “So she’s not just making a deal with Duquesne?” 

“I- um, I think she is,” her boyfriend replied. 

“Aww, I can hear you blushing. What’s wrong? You watch porn all the time, don’t you?” 

“And do stuff with you, but it’s weird to watch.” 

“Don’t kid yourself, babe. You know I don’t wanna do stuff with the little thing you’re packing. And you watch me all the time while you’re sitting in a corner or behind a screen, jerking off. Are they still talking?” She slurped down chinese takeout. Not the healthiest, but it was her cheat day. Besides, she knew black guys liked girls a little plumper than she was. 

“She’s- um- pulling his pants down. And her top off. Jesus..” 

“What? Is he huge, or are her tits that great. It’s both, isn’t it?” 

“It... it’s both.” 

“D’aww,” she mocked, “Is your little thing hard?” 

“Do you have to make fun of it all the time?” 

“Oh come on, look, I’m sorry, but it’s just too hilarious! I’m not even horny right now-” she heard Tim grumble something on the other end of the line. “What was that? Is it about me being horny? Because if I was you’d be hearing me watching those VIP Blacked.com videos you paid for me. Now look, I’ll be nicer about it, but we have to get this work done! Either keep talking or turn on the camera!” 

“Right,” Tim mumbled, pulling out the portable tripod-mounted camera and hooked it up to the Batcomputer, streaming the scene right into Stephanie’s monitor. The blonde focused it, getting the best shot possible. Tim went off to ‘monitor the perimeter’, but she barely even heard him. The pretty white girl was, as any pretty white girl, mesmerized by the fat cock of a powerful black man. 

Shouldn’t have thought about my blacked membership, thought Stephanie, only somewhat reluctantly sliding her hand down to the crotch of her purple tracksuit. Wet, she thought. She could feel it even before her fingertips touched the dampness right above her pussy. Of course I’m wet- god I’m such a slut. Not that she wanted to change that, of course. She put her feet up on the Batcomputer and spread her legs. She focused intently on the image on her screen. 

Selina Kyle- Catwoman, a villainess she’d had to put in cuffs at least once before, was looking like a fucking supermodel but with bigger tits, bobbing her face on Boss Duquesne’s massive cock. Her skin was almost as pale as Batwoman’s, and the roundness of her muscular arm and silky tits shone in the moonlight. The drops of spit flying onto them only made them shine more. 

As Catwoman drooled sloppy spittle all over this old man’s huge dick, Steph just had to zoom in the camera. Thank god for the 4k quality, she thought, dipping her shakily desperate hand under her waistband. She sunk two fingers into her pussy as she watched how Catwoman’s spit flew everywhere everytime her lips reached the base of his cock. His beefy fingers ran through her short black hair. Both women wished it was longer. Carlton was perfectly happy the way it is. All three of them could see that big hands did indeed mean big dick. 

Selina was beginning to feel something was off. She had a sort of cat sense, and right now, it told her that she was being watched. That was usually a bad thing, but right now, with her throat all stuffed with dick and lips dripping with molasses-like spit, she hoped she was being watched. 

She was proud of this. She hoped whoever was watching her get blacked the third day in a row was feeling as good as she was. Besides, if she did anything about it, that’d just mean she’d have to wait longer to cum on a big black cock. Or feel it shoot all over her tits. Or cum in her ass. Or just keep having this black monster force her tongue down and her uvula up. Any of those would make it worth it. 

So Catwoman and Spoiler, neither in their costumes or even knowing the other was aware of their presence, reached a mutual understanding. Selina would enjoy all the pleasures of sucking, fucking, cumming, and squirting on Carlton Duquesne’s deep black manhood. And Stephanie would get to spend her work time fingering her cunt to a live, real interracial scene. No actors. Every drop of hot cum and warm spit was as real as the juice on Steph’s own fingers. 

Speaking of cum, Carlton’s balls tightened further and his rod came to full attention, making Selina gag and choke. She felt like he was going to rip her throat open and her lily white jawbone apart as his whole penis swelled, charging up for a massive blast of cum. 

He shot his load down her throat. It was a massive load, fitting for a foot-long monster on one of the most powerful bosses in the city. It felt like a gallon of thick, gloopy cum forcing itself down her throat. Her eyes bugged out with tears. She had always loved that, when guys choked her, but she never knew she could really choke on a fat fucking cock until she downed this one. It felt like some shots blasted his creamy seed right into her stomach. She quickly gulped down whatever didn’t, until her stomach was churning with a massive meal. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday, as she was on the run. She was hornier than she was hungry, though. She never expected both to be satisfied at once. 

Her eyes widened again as she realized what was happening. She was cumming! 

She came right as he did. And without it even going near her favorite holes. 

That never happened. Well, it might have with the two black guys before, but she couldn’t remember those well, after they had fucked her silly. Still, it was an overwhelming orgasm, hot pussy juice squirting all over the floor, making Selina try and yell with his huge cock still jammed insider her mouth, “MM!! MMM!!!! FCKKKK!! FFFFKKKK!!!” 

This was all a very different experience. It wasn’t random, like the other two fucks she had with Batwing and Black Spider. Those were random. She didn’t expect those. This was planned, she came in here with a plan to get a big black cock fucking her, when she was safe and sober. She didn’t even talk to the guy. She’d bantered with every guy she fucked since she first became a hooker almost twenty years ago. Well, except Batman, but she tried to have him let up his ‘strong silent type’ thing. 

The point was, this was when things changed. Selina knew what she would never stop being a horny little slut for black cock. This was the next chapter of her life- the street rat Selina, the prostitute Selina, the famous criminal Selina, and now, the Blacked Selina. The wet, hot, dripping whore couldn’t be happier. 

She collapsed from her kneeling position Her bare thighs slid on the tile floor that she covered with her wet cum and she landed on her ass. His scarily big black cock emerged from her mouth still hard and ready for more. The dark brown skin of his body was pitch black on his spit-soaked dick, strands of the mess sticking to Selina’s limp, addicted lips. They curled into a smile. 

“What the fuck?!” Yelled Stephanie, kicking her legs down onto the floor. Her bottoms were only a tiny bit down, so the soft skin of her thighs muffined over the band and her blonde pubes, soaked with pussy juice, were barely visible, “You fucking suck his dick once and when he shoots his load in you, you squirt like a fucking fifteen your old all over the floor and pass out like some coke addict whore? All from a fucking BJ?! What lame shit is this? I can’t cum to this!” 

She paused her complaining to hear Tim mumble on the other end of the line, “I can hear you.” 

She sighed. “Do you want me to just mute you, or keep going? I’m trying to enjoy myself here, and I promise I’ll make it up to you when you come home. Okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t mute, I might need your help if I find something.” 

“Yeah, I know babe. Now lemme keep watching- and save the footage, you should watch it later.” He 

didn’t respond. That was why she loved him so much. 

She stripped off her bottoms, the top of it all soaked anyways from sweat and her syrupy cunt juices. The purple leggings tossed to the side, she was free to spread her legs as far as she liked while leaning back in the chair that was far bigger than her. 

Carlton had been speaking to Selina. Before Steph started watching, he’d asked, “Did you really just cum that hard?” 

“F..fuck yeah d- uh, Carlton. I swear I don’t normally cum when just giving head.” 

“I hoped not. I thought Catwoman would be a better bed than some virgin schoolgirl.” 

“Have you- fucked virgin schoolgirls before?” Asked Selina. By pure coincidence, she thought of Stephanie Brown, miss 15 and pregnant. 

“Can’t confirm or deny,” Carl smiled, showing off one gold tooth. 

Selina got up, rubbing her smooth, shaky legs, covered in cum and gross juices that she absolutely loved, all over his expensive suit. He didn’t care. He’d just have his maids wash them. If they asked what happened, he’d fuck them too. Hell, he’d fuck them either way. Carlton Duquesne did whatever he wanted. 

She ran her hand up his sweaty, hair, bulky body. The idea of him fucking some slutty highschooler, because of some mob debt or some deal or just because she knew a good fuck when she saw one, was impossibly hot to her. By the time her long, curvy body stood all the way up, a drop of horny, hot pussy juice fell to the floor from her dripping cunt. 

“You want more?” 

“Fuck yeah. Make me your whore.” 

“I’ll make sure to get you a luxury suite if you make me cum real good.” 

“Mmmm,” she rubbed her plump white ass over the base of his cock, slinging the huge rod all around her sexy butt. Its length dwarfed her behind, its fat head easily sitting on the small of her back. “Fuck my pussy and my ass. I’ll make you cum twice- in each.” 

Carlton slapped her ass and grinned ear to ear. 

By the time it was over, his cum was all over his desk, her juice was all over his suit, and Stephanie’s squirting was all over the batcomputer. Between the three of them, Carlton’s big black cock had caused at least a dozen orgasms. And Tim hadn’t even watched the video yet. 

[jimins-melaninfilter]

🔥 PINK PANTHER 🔥

** SMUT WARNING **

After a long busy day at work Y/N just finished up the last bit of paper work for her annoying boss Mr.Scott .

Y/N : Ughh finally now he can get off my back about this damn work .

Y/N gets ups from her desk with a pile of papers and heads to her boss office

Y/N : *knocks on Mr.Scott office door * Hello Mr.Scott I’m finally done with everything you asked me to

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here you go .

Mr.Scott : Ahh yes thank you Y/N you know you’re my best worker in the office you’re really amazing you worked really hard go enjoy your weekend

Y/N : Thank you Mr.Scott I really appreciate that I will you enjoy yours as well

Y/n turns around and rolls her eyes while walking out Mr.Scotts office closing the door

Y/N : * starts mimicking Mr.Scott * Blah Blah anyways * Y/N cell phone starts ringing it’s her bestfriend Michelle *

Y/N : Hello

Michelle : Hey girl you off yet or you still being a lap dog for Mr.

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cott

Y/N : * starts laughing * I’m getting my stuff and leaving now and it’s Mr.Scott your crazy ass

Michelle : Girl you tryna

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hang and do something tonight

Y/N : And whats that ?

Michelle : GO TO THE PINK PANTHER BITCH DUH !!

Y/N : ahh I’m to tired I’ll see plus I don’t have nothing to wear

Michelle : Girl you say that boring ass excuse every weekend I’ll be to your house in about 15 mins so hurry up take a shower we are going to find you something to wear !

•

Clicks the phone hangs up *

Y/N : Hello ? Hello ? Ughh Crazy bitch Fine !!

•

Time skip to Y/Ns House *

Y/N : ughh my nice comfortable bed I should really get my ass up and get in the shower because 15 minutes for Michelle means 5 for me the girl drive like a bat out of hell

•

shower time *

Y/N : now I feel a lot better

•

knocking at door *

Y/N : nobody but Michelle * walking towards front door * Comingg

Michelle : Why you not dressed yet girl did you lay down first

Y/N : yes you know me to well , just sit right here and I’ll be ready in 5 mins

Michelle: yea sure grandma Daisy

Y/N : I am not a grandma shut up

Michelle : Hm whatever anyways whatchu got to eat in here * checks cabinets and fridge * just absolutely nothing that’s great girl you need to be in jail cause you aint got shit to eat what the hell you be doing ? starving your damn self ?

Y/N : No I don’t starve myself dumb ass I cook when I feel like it

Michelle: Ugh girl anyway

Y/N : I’m ready let’s go

Michelle: Finally lets go Miss Daisy so we can hurry up and find you something sexy

•

Time skip to the mall •

Michelle: oohh lets go in Agaci they got some cute ass clothes

Y/N : yess thats my favorite store lets hurry so we can go to the food court

Michelle: yea I bet you are hungry cause you aint got shit to eat in that house but crumbs and dust

Y/N : Girl shut up, I do got food it’s just i haven’t cooked it yet , but you wouldn’t know about that since all you do is burn ramen

Michelle: get out my business

•

both girls started laughing •

Michelle : Ouuu girl that rose gold dress is sexy as fuck hold it so you can try it on and this and this and this

Y/N : ok girl damn

Michelle : Oops Sorry

•

both girls start laughing •

Y/N : * stomach starts growling * Uhh * giggles * let’s just try these 5 dresses on

Michelle : Excuse me maam don’t be so rude umm , excuse me do you have any dressing rooms open ?

Store clerk: yes right this way

Y/N : thank you

Michelle : here call me if you need help

Y/N : Will do

•

Starts trying on clothes *

Y/N : ouu this fits nice but I really don’t like it

•

Next dress •

Y/N : Nope hate it

•

next dress •

Y/N : now this is the dress this is damn perfect ! And I have the perfect heels for it

•

Y/N picks the short skintight spaghetti straps that crosses in the back draw string on one side Rose Gold Dress

•

•

Y/N : Now let’s take this off so I won’t mess it up

•

Gets dress and exit dressing room •

Michelle : took you long enough and I’m shocked you didn’t call me

Y/N : I was fine anyway let’s go check out I’m starving

Michelle: Yea lets do that

•

leaving the store •

Y/N : So what are you wearing at the Pink Panther

Michelle: ouu girl I got this nice ass red dress with some cute ass black heels and my makeup is going to be hitting its going to be a sight for the boys

Y/N : ayeeee yess maam we definitely gonna bring life to the party I can’t wait can you do my makeup too ?

Michelle: you know I gotchu girl cause you need a man in your life all you do is work and go home do you even talk to niggas , no sneaky links , like damn you need to get back out there bestfriend you need to get them cheeks clapped for god sakes not a fuck buddy in sight just you and your damn cat

Y/N : Uhh you in my business , dont do that * starts laughing * anyways when I find someone again then I will right now I’m just chilling and leave my damn cat alone

Michelle: girl all I’m just saying is that that just chilling mess waits for nobody next thing you know yo ass just chilling in your damn rocking chair patting that damn cat and watching Golden Girls

Y/N : Aye bitch now wait cause aint nothing wrong with Golden Girls !

Michelle: I know it ain’t cause I watch a couple episodes here and there

•

Both girls start laughing again •

•

while walking to the food court Y/N kept hearing this laugh from somebody a happy cute laugh so she looked and she saw these 3 boys sitting at a table chatting and laughing

•

one of the boys caught her eye but she didn’t want to stare and make it obvious so she kept walking once Y/N and Michelle got their food they finally sat down and ate

Michelle: bitch this food was life a lady was hungry I don’t think I can get my ass up

Y/N : * laughing * you so damn extra this food was hitting but we do need to get up before we be sleeping at the damn mall cause they are about to close girl lets go .

•

time skip back to y/n house •

Michelle : Wheew bitch Ima take a nap before we start getting ready

Y/N : you know that don’t sound too bad I am a lil beat girl

Michelle : * snoring sounds *

Y/N : Ugh she get on my damn nerves

•

while Michelle was sleeping Y/N started to doze off as well but she couldn’t help to think about what Michelle was saying in the mall telling y/n to get back out there and have fun . Previously Y/N had bad luck with relationships and guys although her last fling wasn’t but 4 months ago so it wasn’t that long ago since she had sex or anything •

•

Alarm starts going off @10 pm •

Michelle: Ok bitch wake up lets get fine cut some music on lets go

Y/N : ouu you heard that new Megan

•

starts playing Megan the Stallion •

•

Time Skip to wear Y/N is putting on her dress and heels both girls are done getting ready •

Michelle: Ouuuu bitch now you know you know damn you aint got no business being this fine and I’m serious girl you look good

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Y/N : you see me bitch

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Bitch that red dress is cute as fuck omg we did a bomb ass job with everything we need to take pictures !

Michelle: a wise man once said A Beat Face starts a Case , Free The Titty Protect The City

Y/N : * starts laughing * Girl who the hell told you that crazy ass shit anyways lets go

•

Club time

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Purpleish Pink lights , Loud music playing and people everywhere •

Michelle: Girl this shit is hitting lets go get a drink and a booth

Y/N : Yes I need a good drink

•

while at the bar Y/N heard the same laugh from the mall earlier and thought is this the same guy Y/N turns around and sees a group of guys the same 3 dudes from the mall they just added 4 more

•

dudes to the group and she sees the same cute guy and they met eye to eye a cute , bunny smile bright eyed guy who was wearing some black pants , black shirt , black leather jacket and and some black shoes Y/N was staring so hard the guy winked at Y/N

Y/N : Girl dont look too fast but its 7 fine ass boys behind us and I caught one their attention and he winked at me

Michelle: omg bitch where

Y/N : behind us !

Michelle : do one of them got on all black

Y/N : yea and he got a cute bunny smile

Michelle: yea

Y/N : yes bitch thats them

Michelle: ouu girl they walking over here

Y/N : well bitch quick turnaround so staring

Michelle: okokok just act normal

•

the 7 boys walked to the bar where Y/N and Michelle were bunny guy leading the pack and approached Y/N

? : Excuse me maam I couldn’t help but to see you looking I think I saw you at the mall earlier

Y/N : uhh yea sorry I didn’t mean to stare , I think I saw you too

? : No its ok I dont mind I was staring back myself

Y/N : Ohh * starts laughing and playing with her hair *

? : I’m sorry I’m Jungkook and these are my friends Tae , Jimin , Hobi , Namjoon , Yoongi and Jin

Y/N : Well hello nice to meet you all I’m Y/N and this is my bestfriend Michelle

Michelle: Hey yall wassup nice to meet you all

•

Michelle and Tae had been blushing and smiling at each other for a while until Tae came and sat by Michelle at the bar •

Tae : can I buy you a drink or something

Michelle : Sure that would be nice thank you

Namjoon : Jungkook you should invite her over to our booth to sit and chill

Jin : Yea go back to our booth before it gets taken , Hobi do you want to dance I made some new dance moves

Hobi : Shit wassup I’m down

Jimin : I’m coming to watch you make a fool of yourself so I can laugh

Namjoon : Yea I think I’ll go to , Tae you coming? Tae , Tae

•

Tae wasn’t paying attention to anyone but Michelle they were flirting at the bar •

Tae : Huh ? No go ahead

Namjoon : * shakes his head * whatever , Yoongi ?

Yoongi : Yea I’m coming to watch ans make sure Jin doesn’t hurt his self you know how he is

Namjoon: Yea you do have a point

•

Y/N and Jungkook began laughing at Namjoon and then Jungkook turned to you and asked •

Jungkook: Do you want to come sit with me at the booth and we can get to know each other

Y/N : Yea let me let Michelle know

•

Y/N looks to the side and see that Michelle and Tae are too focused on each other that they not even paying attention so Y/N taps Michelle on the shoulder and says •

Y/N : sorry to interrupt but I’m going to go sit with Jungkook at the booth maybe y’all need to go sit and mingle in private to so y’all can get away from the bar

Tae : * looks at Michelle * how would you like to go sit at booth by ourselves * Smirking licking his lips with his glossy eyes *

[i-am-church-the-cat]

In A Few Minutes

Now that Buffy was back and she and TJ were on good terms, the three friends regularly found themselves studying together after school. They normally went to Cyrus’s house and they had been to Buffy’s once or twice, but the trio had never gone over to TJ’s house. Until now. Cyrus was trying not to just, burst into little sparks like a firework, as he and Buffy walked up the basketball captain’s porch. Buffy waited for Cyrus to give her the okay before pressing the doorbell. The pair could hear the ring all through the house and then a “Just a sec!” come from the inside.

A second later, the door was opened to just about the cutest thing had ever seen. TJ was in sweatpants and his Jefferson hoodie, his hair ungelled and glasses perched on the end of his nose. In the boy’s arms sat a light orange cat that gave the two newcomers a bored look. Cyrus' brain shut off, any chance of coherent thought abandoned.

“Hey guys”, TJ said, flashing a dazzling grin. “Come on in.” The boy moved aside to allow his two guests entrance, one pulling the other inside since their motor skills had also been abandoned. The cat wriggled a little and TJ dropped them. They landed with ease and gave a short meow before retreating to the inner depths of the house.

“Macaroni's not very social”, TJ explained before turning back to his two friends and clapping his hands, jarring Cyrus out of his cuteness-induced coma. “Anyway, my parents are gone, but my sister and her friend are in her room, so we have free reign as long as we’re not too loud. You guys want to start or do you want to grab snacks or something?”

“Snacks please”, Buffy replied quickly, partly because she hadn’t had breakfast and partly because she knew that Cyrus wouldn’t be able to produce an answer without coherently. Their host nodded and led the way to the kitchen. It was a normal kitchen, if not a little small, and was relatively clean(relative in this instance meaning cleaner than Buffy’s but nowhere near as polished as either of Cyrus’s). Buffy walked over to what she assumed was the pantry and started rifling around. TJ rolled his eyes at the girl but his attention was soon caught by the boy who was still kind of out of it.

“You okay, Underdog?”, TJ asked. The concerned tone in his voice caused Cyrus’s heart to melt.

“Ye-Yeah”, Cyrus croaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just, do you have any tea or anything?”

“Yeah”, the older boy said nodding. “There should be some in the corner cabinet, but don’t take any on the second shelf, that’s my mom’s “private” teas.”

“Private teas”, Buffy repeated as Cyrus made his way over to the cabinet. Her eyebrow was raised as she turned to look at the other captain.

“Yeah”, TJ said with a shrug. “It’s the tea that she reserves specifically for herself. Not even any of us are allowed to have those.” Buffy gave him an incredulous look before turning back to the snack cave. Cyrus. Meanwhile, was busy filling a kettle with water and placing it on the stove to heat. He then turned back to the cabinets to get a cup when a notification sounded on TJ’s phone. TJ looked at it and typed something back before shoving his phone back in his pocket. Cyrus was about to ask who the text was from when he heard people tromping down the stairs. Buffy looked up from her scourge as the footsteps rounded the corner.

“Amber?”, she asked in a bewildered tone. “And Iris?”

“Buffy, Cyrus, what are you doing here?”, the blonde girl asked upon seeing the two in her kitchen.

“We were invited, what are you doing here?”, Buffy responded.

“I live here”, she said, sounding slightly offended.

“You’re TJ’s sister?”, Cyrus gasped, his eyes popping out of his head.

“Yeah, how do you know each other?”, TJ asked, his eyes flicking between Buffy, Amber, and Cyrus.

“She’s Jonah’s ex and Cyrus’s enemy-t0-friend project before you”, Buffy supplied.

“How did we not know you guys were siblings?”, Cyrus asked, choosing to ignore Buffy’s comment.

“As if I would ever want people to know I was related to this loser”, the siblings said at the same time before glaring at each other. Buffy turned toward Iris, the only one who didn’t look surprised.

“Wait, you knew, why didn’t you say anything?”, Buffy asked, more curious than accusing. The girl just shrugged.

“I thought you guys knew”, she answered.

“Wait, how do you guys know Iris?”, TJ asked. Cyrus's eyes widened as he realized he would have to explain to his crush, who didn’t know he was gay, that he had dated his sister’s best friend. Before anyone could answer, however, Cyrus was saved by the whistle of the tea kettle. Iris and Cyrus both lit up and went toward it. Iris explained that the two girls had come down for tea and soon the tea was poured, Buffy’s arms were filled with snacks, and each of the friends were settled in their respective friends’ bedrooms.

TJ’s room was different than Cyrus had expected. Yes, he had been prepared for the basketball posters and the shelf of trophies, but wast he hadn’t expected is the bookcase situated up against one wall. The top three rows were double-rowed with books and the lower two held several bins of old records. A record player sat on the other side of the closet door and TJ’s desk and bed were on the other two walls, his desk sitting under an uncovered window.

“Welcome to my third favorite place in the world”, TJ announced before plopping down on the bed. Buffy decided to take the floor, situating her snacks around her, so Cyrus sat in the desk chair, placing his stuff on the desk. The desk held a few books and a cup full of pens and pencils, but otherwise, it was bare.    

“Third favorite?”, Cyrus asked, taking a sip of his tea.

“Well, the basketball courts down the street where I shot my first basket is my second favorite. And my favorite place is the swings, of course”, the older boy answered nonchalantly. Cyrus blushed at the words and Buffy raised an eyebrow but no one commented.

“So”, Cyrus began, breaking the silence that had settled around them. “What subject do you guys want to start on first?”

“Math”, Buffy and TJ said at the same time, already pulling out their notebooks. The trio had a system, Math first so they could help TJ with the hardest parts while they still had patience, and then Science because Buffy wasn’t that good at it and Cyrus thought it was more productive to group all of the technical subjects first. Then a quick break, with either a television episode or a short one-v-one in basketball between Buffy and TJ while Cyrus kept score. Next, English, because Cyrus and TJ rocked in that department, while Buffy was, less than ideal. And finally, History, because it was the thing Cyrus was worst at and he was the easiest to help without feeling like breaking down or punching something(both something TJ and Buffy had done, though they would never admit it). Plus, TJ was a “History god”, as he put it, and Cyrus loved to end a study session with TJ showing off something he was good at.

The group went through their schedule in just under four hours, their break having gone long because Buffy and TJ would not end on a tie. The three threw their stuff down and flopped down when they were finished, TJ and Buffy now both on the floor and Cyrus on the bed. They sat there for a while before Cyrus got up and wandered over to all the records on the bookcase.

TJ watched him look around for a minute before saying, “You can put one on if you want.” Cyrus looked at him and smiled before turning back to the records. The selection was quite varied, everything from musicals to 80’s rock to Ariana Grande. Finally, Cyrus saw a Wicked album and happily bounced over to the record player, careful to avoid his friends on the floor. His grandfather had had a record player, so he knew how to use one. Cyrus placed the album on the track and started it before heading back to the bed and plopping down again.

Buffy gave him a pointed look as the opening song started, but she didn’t say anything, the effort of arguing not worth moving from her position. TJ just smiled and hummed along to the music. As “Popular” started to play, TJ pushed himself off the ground and walked over to the bed. He laid down next to Cyrus on the bed, both of them looking up at the glow-in-the-dark paint flecks splattered across the ceiling. They had gotten there after TJ had decided it was a good idea to break a glow stick and then flick it at the ceiling in place of glow-in-the-dark stars.

“So”, TJ said softly so only Cyrus could hear. “You never told me how you knew Iris.” Cyrus’s heart sped at that. He was tempted to deflect the question, but he knew that wouldn’t work and he could never lie to TJ.

“She’s my ex-girlfriend”, Cyrus answered in the same tone as TJ.

“Oh”, TJ replied. “W-Why did you break up.”

A feeling of courage flooded Cyrus. He didn’t know if it was because of the slight sound of heartbreak in the older boy’s voice or just because it was TJ. It was probably both, Cyrus decided as he said, “Well, it was around the time I realized I was gay and I didn’t want to lead her on.”

The room was silent before TJ sat up, turning to face Cyrus. Cyrus did the same, facing the other boy and trying to read his facial expression.

“You’re gay?”, TJ asked curiously.

“Y-Yeah”, Cyrus said, the feeling of bravery having left as soon as the words had left his mouth. “Are you okay with that?”

TJ gave Cyrus a soft smile before pulling the smaller boy into a hug. Cyrus melted against the blonde boy.

“Of course”, TJ answered into Cyrus’s hair, rubbing circles into Cyrus’s back. “And I’m really proud of you for trusting me enough with this.”

“It’s no problem”, Cyrus mumbled burrowing into the boy’s chest.

“It is, but also”, TJ began, pulling Cyrus away so that he could look into the boy’s eyes. “I’m gay, too.”

“Yeah?”, Cyrus said, smiling brightly.

“Yeah”, TJ repeated, laughing slightly. “And, I really like you. As in, more than a friend way.”

The smile Cyrus gave TJ would’ve blinded him, but thankfully, he only saw it for a second before the boy’s lips were on his.

“I really like you, too, Teej”, Cyrus said pulling away. TJ beamed and pulled Cyrus back to his chest. When they got up a few minutes later, they’ll discover that Buffy had snuck out and that the three girls had been spying on them. In a few minutes, they would open the door to “finally” and “congratulations”. In a few minutes, they’ll remember that they still had to come out to their parents. But right now, they just laid together, two boys in love.  

[snixxem]

troubled words w/ troubled souls.

TAGGED: @castleporthudson​ &. santanta lopez  WHEN: Sept. 2019, during the hiatus, after Rachel’s death. NOTES: Fighting, talking around the elephant in the room (tana hooking-up with someone else, not together but feelings??), and just a lot more of that. 

tana: if I send you a nude, will it be wasted for a sad hand job? Or am I sending it off to good hands?

finn: not in the mood, but thanks.

tana: are you ever in the mood to do anything but mope?

finn: i don't wanna do this, tana.  finn: if you're just gonna push, just don't.

tana: so, we should continue to have two text conversations or not talk at all? tana: but hey, I guess punching people and suspensions are a way better way to cope than having a friend.

finn: how'd you hear about that? it doesn't matter. i'm handling it.

tana: my mothers the sheriff, duh-son.   tana:  not handling it, isn’t handling it.  tana: I’m glad you’ve graduated from kicking chairs to assholes, but I’m not one of those assholes, finn.

finn: right. should've known better.  finn: i get that it was eas- [deleted]  finn: it's working for me.  finn: it doesn't matter. i got suspended. it's over with. i'll go right back in a few weeks and it'll all be okay. no need to make a big deal out of it.

tana: I’m not making a big deal out the suspension, I’m making a big deal out of you being a zombie.

finn: a zombie? i'm doing fine.

tana: you’re lying to me.  tana: I hate liars.

finn: and you're pushing.  finn: i hate pushers.

tana: then I guess you hate me then.  [a beat]  tana: do you hate me? is that why you haven’t really talked to me?  [deleted] tana: and if you hate me, then I hate you.

finn: i don't hate you.  finn: seriously?

tana: then I don’t hate you.  tana: what? I’m not gonna look like a punk, especially in front of someone who can’t bother to say more than two words to me most times.  tana: are you drinking still?

finn: not like you're around for me to say much more than that. you know i hate texting. finn: what? no. i'm not.

tana: I’m trying to deal in my own way too.  tana: well, I guess it was just that one night, but I didn’t want it to become a slippery slope, or whateva.  [a beat]  tana: why don’t we catch who did it?

finn: you don't see me hating on that, do you?  finn: yeah, 'cause that would be the worst thing to happen.  finn: no. i'm done with that. it's over.

tana: because you’re too caught up in hating yourself, that’s why.  tana: you becoming a drunk? It’s not winter after Labor Day, but it’s pretty terrible none the less.

finn: i don't hate myself. i just think there's stuff i could have done differently. i fucked up. i was selfish.  finn: it's not like that. i have control. it's not like i'm getting messed up all the time.

tana: now that you’ve recognized it, buckle up, and start moving on- or fix it.  If you’re not gonna do that, might as well get it over with and have them change your name to Debby Downer on your birth certificate.  tana: I’m just making sure, k?  [ a beat]  tana: I am [deleted]  tana: I’m coming into town....

finn: it's not that easy. i can't fix it. she's dead. she's not coming back, so i can't really apologize to her and make things right.  finn: when?

tana: yes you can, it’s not like people cease to exist when they’re dead. abuela says angels can come back to earth in any form. Maybe she’ll come back as one of those forever 21 sales rack skirts she always wore. Or a wasp. Either way, she’s listening. You could say sorry for all the things you don’t have to be sorry about, or whatever, she’ll be listening.  tana: let’s find out what happened. We can help her that way. You know rachel, she’d want her story told. tana: Saturday.

finn: you think i haven't done that? look, i don't know if i believe that there's some higher power or whatever. it's stupid. i let her down and there's nothing i can do about that to change it. no one can change it. i screwed up finn: we couldn't find her in time to save her, so what makes you think we could find out what happened to her?  finn: how long are you staying?

tana: I can’t imagine the emotional pissing contest you and ryder are having right now.  tana: actually, have you talked to him?  tana: FYI, you didn’t screw up. Unless you kidnapped her, stop. It isn’t healthy. tana: im doing it with or without your shit attitude.  tana: I don’t know, until I can’t take it.  tana: I want to see you.

finn: you've gotta be fucking kidding me, right?  finn: i haven't, but i'm sure you have.  finn: she needed my help. she reached out to me and i ghosted her. it's sorta my fault.  finn: no, you aren't and i'm serious. don't do it.  finn: i'm always here.

tana: only slightly.  tana: you couldn’t have known this was going to happen. I’m sure she didn’t think this would happen.  tana: what did she reach out to you for?  tana: that’s the problem, we need to get you out again.

finn: let me guess. trying to keep your options open, huh?  finn: yeah well. should've been there for her and i wasn't.  finn: she just wanted to talk and i was too busy to do that.  finn: out for what? what's the point?

tana: I am single.  [a beat]  tana: and just as open to options as I’m sure you are.  tana: the last time I talked to berry I sent her a link to a plastic surgeon, we’re all in the ‘failed her’ boat, trust me.  tana: to have fun. Laugh, you know, that one thing people tend to do when they’re open to happiness. We can even laugh at people if you don’t want to go full cheer, and keep it a little morbid.   tana: and the point is I want too. So do it.  tana: please.

finn: i don't need options. i don't want a relationship. i'm tired of letting people down. pretty sure that'd be just another let down. finn: we screwed up. finn: but i'm not happy, alright? i can't pretend to be okay. i don't know why everyone has to be okay. something bad happened and i can't just get over it. finn: we'll see.

tana: so, should I start buying clothes for your fifty cats since you’re set on being alone forever? tana: and neither am I, but it doesn’t mean I’m not gonna fucking laugh, and God fucking forbid, not feel like shit for a second. tana: we don’t have to be okay! But we also don’t have to be a walking doomsday parade. tana: whatever.

finn: i never said i would be alone forever. i just don't find comfort sleeping with people. not my style. finn: i need time, that's all. finn: you don't get it, do you? you think that i'm supposed to just be okay with everything. i'm not okay.

tana: then why did you sleep with me? tana: I don’t think you should be okay with everything. I don’t think you not being okay should equate to fights and suspensions. Or play an extreme case of the blame game, that has you as the self-appointed target.

finn: i wasn't looking for comfort. we were having fun, but i wasn't screwing other people on the side. finn: do you know people in town actually blame us? they think we should've done more. or that we're writing her off just to close a case. that guy got what he deserved and i'm not sorry for my actions.

tana: exactly, so I don’t know why you seem so against fun. tana: and FYI, when you were getting your world rocked by me, I was only sleeping with you. That thing was... tana: well, I was stressed, okay. tana: they’re idiots. Half of these people learned how to read, reading their way through food stamp pallets and oxy pill subscriptions. Those idiots don’t know anything. tana: plus, they’re probably scared. tana: I mean, I’m glad you punched him. Just no more.

finn: because i don't want to have fun right now, tana. finn: you don't owe me an explanation, okay? you're allowed to do whatever you want with whoever you want. it's not like we were a thing. finn: doesn't matter. they think what they think and it fucking sucks. finn: scared of what?

tana: I know I don’t but I still wanted to give it, so take it. tana: and I will continue to do whatever I want with whoever I want, but thanks for the advice. tana: is kicking chairs making you feel better about it? tana: that it could happen to someone else. whatever ‘it’ is that happened to Rachel.

finn: good deal. sounds like a plan. have fun with that. finn: don't you have anything better to do? i can take care of myself. finn: it's not going to happen to anyone else. we're on high alert.

tana: you’re being an asshole. tana: but fine, I’ll plan with my ‘better to do’s’ or whatever since you’re acting like a dick.

finn: i’ll be around if you decide you wanna hangout. if not, have a good trip or whatever.

[day after] tana: you smiled yesterday, and you didn’t peel-over. Congrats. [deleted] [too morbid- not the season for that.] tana: I got a couple cute photos. Ones of you and Buster too. You might make it to the gram. [deleted] tana: I like you. [deleted] tana: I want more of that with you while I'm in town. [deleted] tana: thanks for today babe, now next time we can stay in all day. ;) 

[moonraccoon-exe]

~Prom&Noct grow up together au~ after Noctis had been attacked by the daemon and was wheelchair bound, Prompto did absolutely everything he could to help Noct and make sure he didn't fall into depression, he would always bring games or astrology book to Noct, but of course, even though Noct would try smiling because he loves Prom and he's trying so hard he's the bestest friend Noct could wish for, it wasn't enough, but Prompto is not a quitter. especially when Noctis is the reason, he wont fail.

YES, YES, YES!!!!!!!!

This is yet another great story, aaah!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

Like usual, I’ll put a read more in case anyone wants to share or like the story without having to see/reblog my own comments!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THIS STORY IS EVERYTHING!

IT’S CUTE, IT’S FUNNY IN A CUTE WAY, IT’S SOFT, IT’S WARM, IT’S SWEET, IT’S MAX ADORABLENESS!!❤

First of all, Noct and Prompto growing up together? HECK YEAH, I’d read 5 books of 400k each without getting tired. It has Papa Cor, and these two sweet angels meant to be together not having to wait 15 years to befriend. Plus, it implies what I love most of this story, Prompto being such an emotional help and support for Noct that both our sweet children and EVERYONE else has it easier thanin the canon.

Prommy can not only take care of the prince’s body, but he’d also be an emotional support and a heart fixer, and honestly that would have been such a treasure to see and akjsdlhsgsfkkdlf this story eases my pain, repairs my heart, and is EVERYTHING that I could have asked for ❤

I really like that you treat the subject of depression, because it’s something real, ven if there’s people that think a child can’t be depressed. Noct lost his mom who knows when, and he was just recently attack by a daemon, he saw one of his nannies/caretakers/retainers die in front of him, heck, he basically swam in her blood and he was inches from her corpse, he suffered a back injury that left him literally wheelchair bound, and saw his dad fight the thing, and as dizzy, confused and barely conscious as he was, maybe Noct could have forgotten/not seen Regis’ victory, so imagine you’re seeing your dear dad fight against a thing with huge possibilities of dying!?

Of course sweet poor lil Noct was depressed! And as silly as it may sound, this is a child that was put in a wheelchair when he wasn’t used to it. He’s lazy but still a child, so don’t you think that he misses running around? Playing in the mud with Gladio? Skipping on rocks with Iggy? Climbing trees? All that he could do before, and after such a shock and trauma, you’re also taking all that from him?

My dear little angel, no wonder he was depressed :(

And then sweet Prommy kicks in as his savior ❤

I love that Prompto’s aware he can’t do anything but cheer him up and keep him entertained. That’s so sweet. I really really really love that Prom understands the situation, as little as he is as well, and that he knows Noct is in need. Prommy’s not trying to have fun himself, he’s trying to cheer his best friend up, and honestly that’s one of the purest things ever.

“Meowing backpacks are a bit obvious” Ahahahhahahahahahhaha!!! That part is SOOOOOOO impossibly sweet, and funny!! So, so, so sweet despite the hilarity of it! Sweet Prommy knowing Noct adores cats, so cats will make him happy right? That train of thoughts is adorable enough, and him picking stray cats JUST specifically to bring them to Noct because “they’ll make him happy”?? GEEZ

HAVE YOU EVER READ A STORY AS PURE AS THIS ONE BEFORE!?!?!?! THAT IS SO PURE AND SWEET AH.

I also love that the guards notice and just let him through, first because the guards not resisting Prommy’s sweetness is so dear and sweet, and then because I imagine kid Prompto all super tense and stiff walking into the Citadel all nervous, and then his backpack meows and he’s sure he’s about to have a heart attack, because the Citadel is so big and quiet, and the cat just meowed and it ECHOED through the hallway and he’s standing right next to the guards, but sweet eight year old Prommy is like “Well,they probably didn’t notice”.

AHAHAHAHAHA, oh Prommy, you sweet creature

I adore so much that about Prommy applying the oil on his wound. Poor Noct, even though he’s grown all his life with nannies and such, it’s just not the SAME than a friend or someone he REALLY knows. These are employees, and he seesthem as such because that’s what they are. And they take care of him and they’re kind, yes, yes, and he appreciates it very much, but that doesn’t take away the fact that they’re still strangers.

And Noct, introvert enough, is currently depressed. A depressed, an introvert, or someone that’s both, they need time and to feel safe and in among people they trust. And it’s not to be spoiled, no; it’s just a matter of emotional comfort and security. Of course it’s okay and easy to understand that Noct grew tired from them and trusted only Prommy to do it.

The best part of that is that Prommy had to learn how to do it right. Sweet Prommy, already doing so much to keep Noct happy and entertained, also learning how to nurse him correctly. This angel of a boy, taking so much time and effort for his best friend, to the point of literally nursing him like adults did, just because he knows Noct is more comfortable that way.

:’)   My heart can’t take this much purity hnfgdfg

Prommy taking Noct out for a walk! YES! YES YES YES!!! Prommy pushing his wheelchair is so dear and so sweet asdjajfg, and I love that our dear sunshine boy knows better than anyone that going outside does WONDERS to health (this is true people!), and as all that he wants is for Noct to be healthy and happy, he doesn’t hesitate to take him outside, That’s so sweet!

AND RIGHT WHEN I THOUGHT IT COULDN’T GET SWEETER, PROMPTO OFFERS TO CARRY HIM 

APOSJDOPADPFJLFKHGDFKJHADLSKHFD

ASDJKDJFSD

PROMPTO, CHILD PROMPTO, SMALL AND SKINNY (I guess? Because this has papa Cor so, healthy Prommy?), OFFERING TO PICK CHILD NOCT, A BIT TALLER THAN HIM, IN ARMS, ONLY BECAUSE NOCT DOESN’T WANT THE CHAIR ANYMORE.

Best of all is that Noctis isn’t even ordering him to do this, Prompto himself is who notices this stuff and offers some answer. It’s him who notices Noct is tired of that chair, it’s him who noticed Noct misses running and walking on his own. And it’s him who offers to carry himm. We don’t have the cliché whiny little prince that orders and commands like a snob, we have depressed and shy little Noct just having a real frind that wants the best for him, and would go through all the hells that exist just to see him smile. At age 8

I also love that they fell and Noct fell on top of him, because it maybe implies that Prompto actually made sure to fall in a way so Noct wasn’t harmed. I INSIST, IS THERE ANYTHING MORE PURE THAN THIS!?!?! AGH *PUNCHES THROUGH WALL*

nOCTIS IS LAUGHING.

NOCTIS IS LAUGHING

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- *EXPLODES*

*SHORT CIRCUITS*

NOCTIS IS LAUGHING MY SWEET ANGEL AH, THAT PART IS SO PURE AND SO BEAUTIFUL AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY AND SENSITIVE AND HNGFDNF ;A;

To me it taks about how Noct is progressing on his depression, and that the little things Prompto had been doing so far had their results there. It’s not that just the fall made Noct laugh, is that all the effort and things Prompto has done in the past actually unlocked it; like, the event made Noct laugh, but the fact that he CAN laugh in the first place is because of everything that Prompto’s done for him before. Not sure I’m explaining it correctly but that’s what I think :’)

Hahahahaha, I ADORE to bits that they decide to just stay downt here on the ground!!! Ahahahahahahahahha, it’s both funny and SUPER CUTE!! Dear boys falling and unable to/not wanting to stand back up. Too much effort, and they don’t want to take any risks, so it’s okay, right? 

It’s such a sweet thing. They fell down together and can’t stand back up? Well, then the only thing that’s left is to roll around, lie on your back, and watch the clouds.

It’s such a beautiful thing whether it’s a metaphor or as literal as it sounds....like they did ;A;

I love that their train of thoughts is “to stay lying/sat here until someone finds us” LMAO. I imagine the two either sprawled on the grass or sat there for HOURS, spending there from 11 am to 9 at night, and sometimes guards see them from the distance but think the kids just got there so they don’t want to bother, ahahahahahah!!! And by the time someone does approach them it’s like

“Boys, you’ve spent here so many hours! Is there a reason for it?”

“Uhm, actually yes, madame. We can’t stand up.”

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Oh this is such a TREASURE of a story, I’M LOVING IT SO DEARLY.

I adore that Prompto got prepared for the occassion, or maybe for a different one but made it work anyway; snacks, jokes that he accidentally messes up. It’s so dear. That says that Prommy took the time to Moogle jokes SPECIFICALLYwith the intention of cheering Noct up andthat’s so pure and sweet yet again, like everything Prommy has done in this sweet little story. I like to think that Noct appreciates and is cheered upbetter out of the intention than the jokes themselves; I don’t doubt that he finds the messed up jokes hilarious, but I think that he finds even more hilarious that Prommy’s messing the jokes up because he just read SO MANY with the intention of telling them all specifically to Noct. 

And that’s sweet and hilarious! Of course sweet Noct would laugh :’)

I’m madly in love with this part of the story because it talks about this philosophy about turning accidents into something brilliant, or about how accidents sometimes turn into something brilliant on their own. How things don’t always go as you intend, but it doesn’t mean that what DOES happen can’t be enjoyable and fantastic. About how even though you intended to do something else, what ends up happening may be not only just good, but maybe even BETTER than the original intention. And honestly that talks SO MUCH to me, I’d love to say more about it hasdldskjfslkdfjds

I also ADORE ADORE ADORE that when Regis asks if Noct is okay, Noct’s answer naturally comes out as “Of course I am, I was with Prompto.”

It’s like...such a pure answer. Because he makes it sound like it’s LOGICAL.

“Did you open the can?” “Yes of course, I had the can opener”... “Do you know this story?” “Yes of course, I read the book”.... “Are you breathing?” “Yes of course, I have lung”.

“Are you okay?”   “Yes of course. I’m with Prompto.”

It’s sort of like “Are you alright?” “Yes, of course, I have the only tool that is required to be happy and alright, so there is literally no reason I wouldn’t be okay.”

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THAT IS

SO PURE AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGH *FLIPS ENTIRE HOUSE*

“And a genuine smile”. *sigh* I adore that you have this skill of saying SO MUCH in such few words, and not just in that sentence. But that one is such a beautiful example; in just four words you talk about the entirety of Noct’s progress with his depression, about the results of Prompto’s efforts and hard work, about everything. IT talks so much about how Prompto has done such an amazing job at healing Noct in ways that go beyond just the physical part that Noct, after months, in depression, gives a genuine smile despite everything else.

That is so hngfdngdfhgf

I don’t have words enough aaah ;A;

Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you, THANK YOU...for sharing this with me. Thank you. So, so, so much, you don’t have an idea. I feel honored that you’re sharing your stories with me, that you’ve gathered confidence enough to write your stories somewhere, even if just as anon with someone else. I’m flattered and honored to be that someone else. To see your stories, your imagination, and everything.

I’m loving this story so much. I adore it to bits, seriously. I would have adored to say more about everything, but I currently  have so much in my ask box, so I’m sorry if my answer is shorter than usual. I’d have loved to say more, but I also want to answer to everyone. Thank you for understanding, and know that if my comment feels short, it’s not on your story, it’s just me! Your story? Pffft. I love it, love it, LOVE it! I adore it to bits. Thank you so dearly, seriously, this is an incredible little story and I LOVED every part of it SO MUCH!

Thank you!!

You’re great and I love your stories. Thanks for sharing yet another one with me! It’s an INCREDIBLE work, like usual. THANK YOU!❤

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Rating The Super Bowl Commercials

Posted by Alexander Wolfe, Feb 3, 2008 10:06 PM

As always, the real contest at the Super Bowl was among the commercials. (Admittedly, the game, in which the Giant upset the Patriots 17 – 14, was exciting, too.) On Fox, there were some 50 ads, which went for upwards of $2.7 million for each 30-second spot. Based on the preponderance of beer ads, it must be an American truism that you can never be too rich or have too much Bud Light.

  There were also a surprising large complement of tech- and Web-site ads, which gives me my excuse for blogging this Super Bowl ad report-card. Dell (Dell), Go Daddy, Garmin (NSDQ: GRMN), Careerbuilder.com, and T-Mobile were all represented, albeit in mostly tepid fashion.

  In crowded marketplaces, as in life, sometimes the best way to get one’s message across is to speak softly.

  That was the case with the best commercial; admittedly not a huge honor amid such a weak field. Nevertheless, my winner is “Doritos Sing Along,” which stepped back from the smart-ass ad agency meme to feature a new singer, one Kina Grannis, doing her song, “Message From Your Heart.” There’s an interesting back-story here: The ad came out of Doritos’ “Crash The Super Bowl Challenge,” which Grannis won, along with a contract from Interscope Records.

  In a less high-minded vein, I’m forced to admit that the most memorable ad was “Booooood Light.” This commercial for Bud seemingly attempted to flip stereotypes about non-English-speaking Americans on their ear, but only ended up reinforcing them in the most boorish manner. (Which is why this also was probably the worst among the Super Bowl ads.)

  Here, then, are my ratings, in the order in which the commercial appeared during the Fox broadcast (tech ads noted via red titles):

  1) Bud Light Dinner Date Fire-Breathing Guy. Unusually well-manner guy — presumably he hasn’t started tanking up yet — having dinner a deux at his date’s apartment. Demonstrating his biggest skill before the meal is served, he lights the candles the way most people blow them out. But then her cat enters the room and, being allergic, his sneezes ignite the rest of the room. Smokin? A little. B

  2) Audi Godfather. Stealing a scene from the Coppola classic, a guy wakes up screaming, but to a car grill, not a horse’s head, in his bed. Interesting, if contextually misplaced, reference. Points for reinforcing the automobile’s brand; I’m mean, who even knew Audi was still a factor in the U.S. market? B

  3) Diet Pepsi Max Announcer Guys. SuperBowl announcers Troy Aikman and Joe Buck appear on screen, so you almost think the game didn’t cut to commercial. But no, they’re “announcing” the intro to a commercial. A boring commercial, which doesn’t tip its hand until way too late to get me excited about Diet Pepsi Max. Pass me the Diet Coke. C

  4) Animated Salesgenie Guy. I’ve always wondered about Salesgenie.com. Do you get 100 free sales leads, or do you get 100 free leads that work? The guys from Glengarry Glen Ross want to know. D

  5) Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles. House ad for Fox series about a superbabe with a steel plate in her head. (I’m not rating the house ads or the public-service announcements.)

  6) Bud Light Cheese Wheel. Guys acting stupid over football and beer in the kitchen, while the pretty girls are left alone in the living room. What’s wrong with this picture? The commercial’s mildly effective, though, at tying the watery beer brand to youthful male camaraderie. B-

  7) UnderArmour Nation. Another ad which was hard to place, I’m thinking, this has gotta be a Nike ad. Not the strongest brand when your ad’s look-and-feel suffers from such apparent me-too-ism, even more so when this company apparently occupies a unique niche as a purveyor of form-fitting athletic wear. C

  8) Bud Light Screeching Animals. A bunch of rodents and an owl wailing as a car speeding down a winding country lane comes dangerously close but manages to avoid turning them into road kill. Not driven by a Bud Light drinker, I hope. What was this one about? Couldn’t tell until the end, when the Bridgestone tire logo appeared. B-

  9) Doritos Sing Along. The one straight commercial which didn’t need schtick to make its point. The ad wasn’t about the chip, but rather has a new singer, one Kina Grannis, doing her song, “Message From Your Heart.” Very nice. A+

  10) Prudential Retirement. Not memorable, though one might wish that these ads would be the ones that’d stick with you, rather than the booze commercials. We’d all be happier in our old age. C-

  11) Derek Jeter for Gatorade. Who doesn’t like Derek Jeter? Plus, there’s no steroid taint. This one wasn’t flashy, but it’s effective. B

  12) Go Daddy. This one hints at the Web domain registrar’s infamous Super Bowl ad of several years back, where a busty babe was poised to drop her top before a committee of superannuated Senators. (Hope they had a CPR kit handy.) This time, race car driver Danica Patrick, seen on a video screen — how meta is that? — threatens to peel down the zipper on her top. Why? Still, you gotta hand it to these guys: How many domain-name sellers are known to the general public? Undoubtedly just this one. B+

  13) Buy Dell. A funky, MTV-generation commercial which picks up Dell’s new Red product theme. It moves, and is short and to the point. B+

  14) FedX Carrier Pigeons On Steroids. Birds gone wild attack the city, prompting white-male middle manager to suggest that his younger minion pick FedEx (NYSE: FDX) for his future shipping needs. Huh? C+

  15) Cars.com Doofus Death Match. A twenty-something buyer comes to the used car lot armed with data on his planned purchase, salesman doesn’t give him a hard time, so he says: “Good, otherwise I’d have you fight Klondor over there in a death match inside the wheel of fire.” Who says creativity is dead? For all that, I knew that this one was for cars.com right from the get-go. For this reason, it gets a B+

  16) Tide Job Interview. As this one unspolled, I was thinking it had to be CareerBuilder.com, because I’d read they’d purchased a commercial. For CareerBuilder, this would’ve been cute, since it had a guy inappropriately talking past his interrogator during a job interview. However, since it was for a stain removal pen by Procter & Gamble’s flagship detergent brand, not so much. C-

  17) Budweiser: Hank The Horse. Oh, I get it, he’s a Clydesdale, and he’s pulling a freight train, to the theme from Rocky, the better to prove he’s worthy of joining the beer-toting horse team. You know, if they spent one-fiftieth of the money they pour into beer commercials on medical research, they could cure cancer in a week. B

  18) Iron Man, the Movie. Robert Downey Jr. is out of rehab and CGI-buff as the latest Marvel super hero to hit the silver screen. Coming this summer.

  19) Toyota (NYSE: TM) Corolla. The high point of this very muted car ad is that the voice over was by the Peterman guy from Seinfeld. C

  20) George Clooney, Leatherheads. Another movie ad.

  21) Garmin GPS. Some kind of French vibe going on, with a Euro car driving through some non-American looking city, an actor dressed up like Napolean, and French rock ‘n roll in the background. Sorry, I only know Ca Plan Pour Moi. B-

  22) CareerBuilder: Follow Your Heart. A throbbing, disembodied heart leaps off a keyboard and makes its way into the bosses office. Ah, this is the CareerBuilder.com ad. That sound I hear is Monster.com not being worried. C-

  23) Thriller/Life Water. I really should know who that model bopping with a bunch of lizards to strains of Michael Jackson’s Thriller is. Naomi Campbell, right? (Nah.) A fun little commercial, in spite of itself. Loses half a grade since I still don’t know what Life Water is. A-

  24) Yukon Hybrid from GMC. “Never Say Never.” To what, high gas prices? This commercial was so muted, it made me wonder what kind of internal constituency hybrid technologies have inside GM (NYSE: GM). Certainly, this is not one of Bob Lutz’s “gotta have” cars. D

  25) Boooood Light. A continuation of Bud’s series where non-native speakers from India and China are initiated into doofus bad-beer lingo. This time, though, the ESL geek gets the pretty girl. This commercial is so idiotic and aberrant that it’s … memorable. So it gets a high rating, but please don’t tell anyone I said that. A

  26) Planter’s Cashews. Unattractive 30-something woman bops down the street to strains of Frankie Valley’s 1967 hit, “You’re Just Too Good To Be True.” Grabs a handful of Planters nuts, still looks the same, but suddenly all the guys are chasing her. See, it’s not just about looks! Kinda heartwarming, actually. A-

  27) Charles Barkley for T-Mobile. The cellular service provider is doing the hard sell for its “Friends and Family” plan, with the former basketball star calling his son, or maybe Dwayne Wade, or maybe both. I couldn’t really tell. Yawn. Hey, I’m still waiting for Sir Charles to run for the senate. C-

  28) Justin Timberlake for Pepsi. The once and current pop star is hurled into the air, through traffic, and all about the city, literally, but survives. Dating Britney couldn’t have been this rough. B+

  29) Doritos Chair Guy. Guy in chair eats Doritos, gets beaten up by guy in giant mouse suit. Forgettable. C

HALFTIME

  30) Cars.com. Now our data-laden auto buyer is threatening to have the recalcitrant dealer’s head shrunk. Hey, it wasn’t funny the first time, but I get the “cars.com” tag, which is presumably why they paid the $2.7 million. A-

  31) Salesgenie Panda. Now they’ve got an animated panda named Ling Ling, doing a Charlie Chan voice, pimping for the sales-lead site. In most workplaces, including mine, that wouldn’t be allowed. D-

  32) Shaquille O’Neal Vitamin Water. The basketball star wins a horse race and gets a cold, nonalcoholic beverage as his reward. Most memorable moment: Little kid in stands inserting finger up nose. Decent (the ad, not the pick), but not Super Bowl-worthy. C

  33) Bud Light Cave Men. In ad terms, this one is an oldie but oldie. D

  34) Carmen Electra/Ice Breakers Gum. The breath-freshener preferred by “D” listers? D

  35) Alice Cooper/Richard Simmons Bridgestone. In the second chapter of this tire saga, our winding-road driver has passed the animals and finds a couple of celebs in his path. There’s a couple of hundred bucks in it if you get them both, buddy. (I originally thought Alice was Ozzy Osborne, until a commenter below corrected me. Makes more sense; Ozzy doesn’t need the work.) B-

  36) CareerBuilder’s Wishing. The job site tries to move the needle in its battle with Monster with this “Wishing Won’t Get You A Better Job” ad. Doesn’t. C-

  37) E-Trade Baby. Toddler in high chair buys stock on line, upchucks. Like you or I, after we’ve checked our 401(k) balances the past few weeks. B-

  38) Bud Light “Flying.” The watery brew now gives you the ability to fly, the ad posits. If you’ve been chugging every time a Bud ad has come on during the game, well, yeah. C

  39) Music Girls For Sunsilk. Marilyn Monroe, Shikira, and Madonna for some kind of hair product (I couldn’t figure out whether it was shampoo, or what, from the site.) Bet only two of them have used it. B

  40)Stewie Griffin for Coke. The Family Guy character, as a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day balloon, vies with Pluto {correction: Underdog) for a Coca-Cola, but Charlie Brown snaps it up at the last minute. Where’s Lucy when you need her? B

  41) James Carville and Bill Frist for Coke. Whaaaaaaaat on Earth is this? One of the most off-putting commercials I’ve ever seen. What demographic is this one aimed at? Dead people? Pass me a Pepsi. Please. F

  42) Toyota Sequoia. “The dishes will have to wait” is the theme of this one, as our SUV owner goes out for a spin. About as flashy as your average Toyota. B

  43) E-Trade Baby 2. This kid’s diaper must be leaking by now. B

  44) Taco Bell. Just what you want when it’s a nail-biter of a fourth quarter and the Giants are up 10 to 7 over the Patriots. C

  45) Gatorade: Man’s Best Friend. A very big dog slurps up Gatorade from his water dish. And this is supposed to turn me on to their drink how? C

  46) Will Ferrell for Bud. The egregiously unfunny comedian pitches the watery brew in surprisingly humorous fashion. Best is Ferrell’s close: “Bud Light. Suck One.” A

  47) Hyundai Genesis. Straight car commercial; gets the message across. B

  48) Victoria’s Secret. The game’s almost over, promises the tag line, as a beautiful babe tosses a football askance. Maybe Tom Brady’s after-party. I give it a wishful-thinking B-

  49) Fat Guy for Amp. The Red Bull competitor gets the almost Full Monty, as a hip-hop-dancing tow truck driver chugs the energy drink to get “amp’ed” enough to jump-start a stalled car. This all makes sense in the world of $2.7-million Super Bowl ads. B+

Here’s the Kina Grannis video: