#and gotDAMN did i work my ass off for this

[jinglebunns]

it’s kirby’s return to dreamland deluxe release day!! yahoo!!! 🎉🎉🎉

[themanifestingbrat]

Favorite things I've manifested using the law.

Dating my sp There was a third party and "challenging" circumstances but I truly did not gaf. I persisted by saying that's my boo anytime I saw or thought of him, ofc seeing him all the time helped.

Desired apartment When I was moving with my mom, I fell in love with the first apartment we toured. I told her that's the one and despite her doubts and concerns, I didn't care. There was no way in hell I was going to live anywhere else. The application and move in process was extremely easy.

Desired jobs Pretty much every job I worked at, I manifested. Whether it was me simply imagining myself working there, "hearing" the call back that I was hired, or also "hearing" a family member saying they were proud of me.

$200 I felt like I had "blocks" in regards to money so I chose a small amount to manifest. Just claimed it and thought about what I was going to do with it. Came in less than three days. Randomly saw the amount around $300 added to my bank account from the government I think??

Desired friend Despite both of us being in two different cliques and having only a few classes together, I thought she looked so cool and just wanted to be friends with her lmao. I think I initiated conversations with her at first but then before I knew it, she was coming over to my house and we would hang out after school a lot. We are still close to this day.

Free drinks/food This is easy since I already had people always buying me free shit. So whenever I wanted to eat but didn’t want to pay, someone somehow always came through!

People's response/reactions These are usually instant because I'd immediately assume what they would say before they even get a chance to. I would simply imagine their response in a way that felt real and go from there.

Braces This one took me so long to manifest because I would not let it goooo! I wanted to fix my teeth so fucking badd. But after finally giving up and not caring about it anymore, randomly my parents just said they’ll pay for my braces.

Beauty I was hella insecure even though I always been told that I was beautiful. I didn't want to be beautiful tho, I wanted to be hot, cool, and sexy. I wanted to be desired and pull people left and right. I started to just tell myself that I was hot regardless of my insecurites. Now, while I didn't manifest any major appearance changes, just my mindset and confidence (maybe a lil makeup too) helped. I now can pull anyone and have people constantly staring at me, calling me hot, gorgeous, stunning, etc.

Desired School I was in my senior year and happened to tour a prestigous fashion school. Even though it was hella expensive and not everyone could get it in, I wanted to go to school there just for status lmao. I persisted and got accepted! Now, if only I could've manifested my parents to not force me to go to college...

Desired Sister I used to bitch and complain about how my sister is irresponsible, inconsiderate, and rude all the gotdamn time. But I learned EIYPO and I stopped. Whenever she pissed me off, I didn't react the way I usually would, I would leave it alone and maybe affirmed in my favor at times. Then her whole demeanor changed, she more kind, caring, and dependable and we don't fight anymore. She still be getting on my nerves sometimes tho.

My old friend to reach out This one was a doozy. So I was bored at 2am and watched a Youtube video about the 369 method. I decided to try it and chose a friend I haven't spoken to in a year because of a bad falling out. I kinda missed her so I used her for the method and went to bed right after. I get up a few hours later for work and I check my ig and she dm'ed me exactly what I wrote! I thought I was in a twilight zone, I couldn't believe I manifested it so fast!

My “perfect” partner I wrote a long ass list of things I wanted in a partner. But here's the thing, I admired my sister's relationship with her bf because they were so in love. So when I finaly met and started dating my bf, he checked off almost everything on my list AND the qualities of my sister's bf, the good... and the bad, which is why he's my ex now lmfao.

My dream car Way before it was time for me to get a car of my own, I always wanted a Jeep wrangler. Anytime I would see it on the road, I would claim it as my car, I would tell people it's my dream car, and I had it on my vision board. I even went to a dealership to test drive one, it was so fun! I also visualized myself driving it. When it was time to find one, I did get scared I wasn't going to find one I liked at a good price but I persisted and now I have one!

[whatwewrotepodcast]

Trouble in the Docks

               It was deep dark in Max’s garage, deep dark like cracking your shinbone on the edge of a table in the middle of the night, dark. Wasn’t quiet though, which was a good thing to cover my quick breathing and the scuffing of my boots. It was never quiet down the docks, not really. All hours of the day and night there was banging and clanging as people did their working and ships came in and out. There was a crooning too, a soft, crackly voice from one of them old school transistor radios. Real trendy to have stuff like that which pretends to be old analogue earth-side tech but really it’s not. I wouldn’t have figured old Max to be the type, but that just goes to show you never really know what’s in people’s inside parts.

               Upside of the lack of quiet was no one would hear me, probably. Downside was, I wouldn’t hear no one either. I had cracked the lock on the front door easy enough, squeezed under the roller door without having to push it too far up. I didn’t think Max would be in the garage this late, and with all the lights off, but couldn’t be too careful so I stayed in the dark as I creepied my way across the polished concrete floor. What a wanker. This shit was just asking to get covered in scratches. The shapes of ship parts loomed up around me like beasts out of story tales, and I could almost feel them breathing. Hard to tell what they were with it so dark though. I’d heard tell my buddy Max here had a real genuine portside plasma rifle in here. I didn’t have any real use for a flashy, shiny ass gun like that myself, but the thing could be sold for big credits on the black market. People liked to have a bit of artillery when they were heading into Wildspace. If I could get my hands on it, sit on it for a few cycles and offload it, I might be able to get the credits I needed for my jump drive. Maybe.

               Time was ticking on by and I still had no right idea where the rifle was, so I figured I’d better give myself some light. Pulled out my hand torch and covered the end with my palm as I flicked it on. Slowly pulled it away and let the little beam of light flick around the space. Heart was fair pounding in my ears, but I couldn’t hear anything. No sign of movement. Time to get moving. I’d need a gravlift to get the damn thing out of here as well. Thankfully I could see a pile of them stacked neatly near the door. Thanking the big star for Max being a gotdamned neat freak. I walked briskly through the garage, flicking my torch over the neatly stacked racks of tools, the labelled drawers of bolts and resistors. Getting nervous, thinking maybe it wasn’t here at all, my info had been dud but then – there! I spotted it resting against the wall. Perfect.

               Jogged back to the gravlifts and grabbed one of the smaller ones, tucking the control into my pocket. Back to the rifle. I put the gravlift on the ground and pulled out the control, flicking it on. Guided up to about halfway up the length of the rifle, just below where I judged the centre of gravity to be. Kept looking over my shoulder, my neck hairs prickling, but there was no one there. Just the scratchy old radio and the sound of my own breaths. I flicked the gravlift to hold, then grabbed the top of the rifle and pulled it down, letting the gravlift act as a fulcrum so I could tip it onto the platform. It wasn’t real heavy like, but big and unwieldly. Plus, couldn’t really be waltzing down the street with a hot plasma rifle under my arm. I grabbed a tarp and threw it over the top, tucking the edges in around the gun. Heart still racing like a two-penny girl in church, I guided the gravlift back towards the garage door. This was going to be the sketch part. If I was gonna get caught, it’d be now. I was gonna have to lift the roller up higher to get the rifle out – and roller doors weren’t renowned for their sneaky. But then I’d be home safe – just a four hundo stroll down the road and back into my own garage.

               I took a pause before the door, straining to hear a sound, but there was nothing. I scootched back under the door and checked the street was empty before squatting down and carefully, carefully lifting the door. Inch by inch, until it was high enough. I used the control to drop the gravlift down a smidge and scooted the rifle under the door. Slid through easy as a well-oiled piston. I quickly slid the door shut and started off down the street like I had all the time and nowhere to be. Kept my limbs loose and let the rifle trail along behind me. I was sweating like a lobster in a pot, but there wasn’t anyone else about. Five minutes later I was standing outside my own shop, fumbling my keys into the lock and kicking the roller up to the roof. I hurried the gravlift in and pulled the chain to bring the door closed. It was deep dark here too but I knew my way around this place like the freckles on my arm. The old one too, not the new one.

               I flicked on the light switch, revealing my chaotic workspace. I wasn’t quite as neat as Max was, but that was okay. I sure knew where everything was and I got the job done. Genuine clients didn’t give a shit if I had shiny floors. They know better than to think a flash garage gets their ships repaired any quicker. I sent the gravlift scooting over towards the back room, following along behind. I tucked the controller under my arm so I could open the flap on the underside of my cyber arm, and pulled out the cable that coiled around the metallic muscles. Plugged it into the door and waited a second while it processed the code, then the light flashed green and the door opened. It was pretty hectic security for a storeroom, but I didn’t trust folks hereabouts and I trusted the empire less. Especially when I was moving hot tech. It’d be a coupla cycles at least before I could sell the damn rifle, and I couldn’t have it sitting around the shop. All it would take is one snitch and old Max ‘The Redeemer’ would be knocking down my damn door. No thank you. I kicked the door open and drove the gravlift inside, parked it and tossed the control on top. The rest could wait.

               I backed out and locked the door behind me. I still felt jazzed and twitchy from my crime and I knew even though it was damn near morning I wouldn’t sleep. Instead I headed down into the dry dock, where the Aethon was waiting for me. I breathed a deep sigh from deep in my belly. She always brought me a feeling of calm inside, a peace feeling that I couldn’t find any other place. Not even fixing on other people’s ships. She had a magic – the magic of memories. It had been a long time, true like, since my rents had died and left me the rickety old shell of a broken down ship, and I’d gone to bed with a starving belly more than once to afford parts for her. But she was nearly finished now. All I needed was the jump drive and I’d be back out in the deep black, nothing around me but stars. Leaving Area 3 way back behind me, and all its shit. Maybe I’d go Wildspace, cut the empire’s claws right out of me. Truth being, I didn’t care much where I went. Just away from here. Somewhere I could be free of the stink of everything I’d suffered here.

               I walked along the bridge and climbed the stairs to her underbelly where all her soft parts were exposed. Twiddled a wire or two, tightened a bolt with my cyberarm but truth being she didn’t need it. She spent more time being worked on than flown, and she’d never gone far enough for things to get loose. One day though. If I could get a good price for that plasma rifle maybe I could find a jump somewhere. True hard to get your hands on, especially if you weren’t imperial. Had to find someone illegally junking a ship, or coming back off salvage. They were rare though, so the price was always sky high. There was always some other fancy cur with cash to burn and I never got a look in. But one day. I would get out of here or die trying. I wasn’t going to let my parent’s end, skint broke in this backwater hell, be where I washed up. There had to be a way. And I’d find it. Sure as breathing.

[la0hu]

skz ate first impressions

Mountains

something extremely 2015 about this beat… something very NEFFEX/imagine dragons adjacent… i think it’s objectively maybe terrible but i also actually have two entire spotify playlists dedicated to this genre of music bc i love it. league of legends AMV music. 6/10

Chk Chk Boom

dude these tones are so different from what they normally do??? changbin, jeongin, seungmin, chan? all in a row?

wait hold on this bumps... actually. guys i think it bumps?

not the la vida loca lmao

the best parts are the verses but they’re excellent. chorus is okay; i’m guessing the choreo will make up for it. i hate how short the song is though. 7.5/10 (btw SO much better than lalalala)

JJAM

oh fuck yeah. this is what i signed up for. same table as ITEM and DOMINO just from the opening beat. prechorus is boring though.

GOTdamn! lol the chorus is so silly i love it… all the food references are reminding me of Cheese

my synesthesia is really confused right now. i worry this song isn’t super cohesive and it’ll be forgotten in the archives (e.g. get lit, top line). or maybe it’s gonna be a certified hit. it’s walking that line… i like the half-assed EDM breakdown in the bridge! 9/10*

I Like it

snoreeeeee. this song sucks lol. 2/10*

(it reminds me too much of Charlie Puth or contemporary Jungkook. i hate the pop elements. they should’ve leaned into the drill more, or done Hanpop, or whatever they did with Ex or Chill or Mixtape: OH or literally any other type of pop. i thought it was super fun and sexy they wrote a song about flings but they fumbled the production here)

Runners

i am getting the cyberpunk vibes chan was talking about, it’s nice i guess. wait no the chorus is bad. they should’ve made it actually edgy, not this inspirational major key schlock.

rare case of me disliking felix’s verse

it’s giving Blind Spot, which i didn’t like for similar reasons. the song isn’t done yet but i’m already sure it’s a 4/10

twilight

it’s alright i guess? never been a ballad girl. i think i liked Cover Me more. 4/10

Stray Kids

it’s my kryptonite… drum and bass with felix’s higher register… beautiful angel

to be completely honest i cannot rate this song objectively. despite all the cynicism and harsh reviews i give them, i’m still a stay and i feel so sentimental at the chorus i can’t think past that lol. maybe the beat is boring but does it matter? it’s a tribute song. they say “hellevator” and i’m already sold. 8/10

Chk Chk Boom festival ver.

STOP IT! YOU ARE NOT LE SSERAFIM!!!!! NOR NEWJEANS!!

wait hold on. i didn’t hear this choral instrumental. actually this is good lol you could totally play this at a festival! i thought it was just a sped-up version but now i’ve completely changed my mind; this is extremely valid. still don’t love the sped-up verses but i love DJ VXNILLX. 7/10

some final notes: i was trapped on the I-90 after work today and blasted the album the entire time, and upon further reflection, JJAM is cohesive and is thus a certified hit, and although i still think I Like It is still kind of bad, i also think it's catchy and i like the despicability of the lyrics.

unfortunately i do think this album is just another variation on a theme that was established with Rock-star, where it's a mini album with one title track, one JJAM/ITEM/COMFLEX, one I Like It / Blind Spot / Leave, one ballad, one Megaverse/Mountains to start off the tracklist (they're literally the same song actually), and a couple semi sentimental tracks to close out the album (compare Runners to Social Path to Stray Kids the song). it's a formula and it's not completely divorced from what they did with Maxident for example, but their sound isn't really changing much since 5-star dropped. i miss the whiplash i got when they went from Oddinary to Maxident. and as much as i do actually like Chk Chk Boom, it feels like they're definitely trying to make something to market, and the sub-three minute duration makes the song suffer for it

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 264

Rollie

Jordan whines then walks out of the room. Her fucking big ass whining like she gotdamn 2 years old. She has her gotdamn friend here. Why do I have to play a fucking game with her? I finish scrambling down the figures I was adding up for this new budget. A nigga got royalties that are about to start rolling in.

"Jordan." I say.

"Sir?" She peeks her head in the door.

I close my notebook. "I told you I would play with you?"

She pouts. "You said last night tomorrow. You said it cause you fell asleep."

"You do have company."

"She's sleep already. She said she was up early with her tutor."

I point to the TV. "Turn it on then."

"Not in here." Leah snaps.

"But Mommy..." She falls against the wall.

I point to the TV. She stares at me. I got this mean beast. I rollover in the bed putting my hand on her hip.

"We won't be loud." I kiss her cheek.

"I'm not believing that. Go..."

I kiss her shoulder. "Wasn't it you complaining?"

"Okay?" She retorts.

"Love you." I say reaching for the controller.

Jordan hands it to me staring at her mother. Leah just being a bitch. She super uncomfortable and doesn't fucking like me anymore. Jordan has noticed that she doesn't talk as much as well. She 8 months pregnant but got 8 weeks left. Shit confused me. 8 weeks is a long time to be dealing with this.

"My delivery!" Jordan yells running out the room.

"What the hell her fucking problem?"

I stand up off the bed. "They sent her something."

"Who?"

"The mama's. April and Gwen."

Leah rolls over. I start walking out the room then turn around when I see her getting up. I go over to the bed. She let's me help her up. This baby must be big as shit. She said it felt different. This pregnancy. Her pregnancy with Jordan was light and easy. She worked the whole time because she was alone. I kiss her. She chuckles about it.

"You fucking fake as hell." She walks away.

"Here comes the daily shit talk." I walk faster out the door. I try not to get mad with her.

Jordan is looking out the window excited. I nod. "Open the door, girl."

"Oh Ma. You got up? Sorry." Jordan runs to the door.

"What did they send?"

She throws the door open. "Everything I wanted."

Leah sucks her teeth. "Everything you wanted?"

"I picked it out." She says outside picking up a box.

"Bring them inside first girl." I say pushing her inside gently.

She runs to her mother with the box. I pick up the rest of them bringing the boxes inside. Jordan hasn't been around much and April said she forgot about her. She said she was going to get money from Trey to go shopping for her. And that'd what they did. Sat on the phone and picked out gifts.

"A laptop?" Leah snaps.

"A MacBook." Jordan sings moving on.

I give Leah a box. It had her name on it. She hands it back. Girl being fucking annoying. We got to have a talk. I start to sit the box down and move on. There's like 20 boxes.

"No, Rollie, open it."

"How I supposed to know that?" I open it with the scissors that Jordan had.

Jordan was opening another box. "My Airpods. There's 2 of them. Jordan and friend. Oh for Lexi. She was on the call too."

"Pregnancy stuff." I say shrugging.

"What is it?" Leah asks reaching for it.

Jordan comes over. "That's your strap! I saw it online. It goes around you and holds the baby up to help your back."

Leah smiles. "You asked for something for me? Thank you."

"Put it on." I say taking it out the box. "An appointment for pictures, a gift card for target... don't buy a hospital bag just the stuff you want inside. Oh damn. They sent a diet."

"Yeah and the people deliver the food." Jordan nods.

Leah stands up putting the belt around her. "I didn't need this for my first baby."

I help her making it tighter.

"Rollie." She snaps then she gasps. "Oh my fucking gosh. Fuck."

"It's too tight?" I say starting to let it loose.

She starts crying. "I thought I supposed to feel like that. Thank you, Jordan."

"You welcome." Jordan says holding up her outfits. "Everything pink? So I got to have pink shoes."

She starts opening boxes faster. She cuts her eyes at the big box. I cut it open since it was by me. She screams as she opens the box and it was filled with shoe boxes. I shake my head. At no damn point saying anything about this shit. It's done. She has 5 pair of shoes in the box. She moves on. There were only two boxes left.

"Where Lexi stuff?" She puts her hands on her hips.

"Those?" I point.

She looks at the box. "Oh it say Lexi."

"Let her open her own box."

"Okay." She goes back to the shoe boxes. "They said that Lexi already rich. Her daddy said only 2 outfits and a pair of shoes. Lexi said she has two closets of stuff. At her dad house and at her grandma house. Her grandma picky about what she wear. It has to make sense. Has to be stylish yet classy."

I cut my eyes at Leah. She is fucking sleep on the couch sitting up with her gotdamn head thrown back. I shake my head and sit down next to her opening the laptop. I minus well go ahead and put the child block on here like her phone. I call my mom cause why the he'll they do this?

"Hey, Baby."

"What was the point of all this stuff?"

She chuckles. "April had so much money to spend so we spent it all."

"That's your only reason?"

"I know she is going to be feeling left out at the baby shower. I didn't know you had a child already. I would have been done more. I told her she could come to Charleston. I would love the company other than Monk baby. She's so well behaved. I told her I had so much fun really getting to know her. Oh well."

Jordan was in my face. "Is that grandma?"

"Here. Move." I say guiding her away from her mother.

"Oh." She says grabbing the phone and putting it on speaker. "Thank you, grandma. What about grandma April?"

"Hi, Beautiful." April says.

Jordan giggles. "Thank you."

"You are welcome sweetheart. When it's time to start school, I have a back to school party at my house with all the family kids. Everybody wins prizes and goes home with school supplies. Make sure you come this year."

"Yes maam."

She talks to them a bit longer then goes to hang her outfits up. I lean back on the couch near Leah. She is sleeping hard. I kiss her until she wakes up. I'm not going to let her sleep in this belt or sitting up like this. I reach down in the box. It's a blow up pillow. I go into the garage and blow it up with the bicycle pump. Damn she gonna be excited for this. It was shaped different and more firm than her body pillow. I throw it on the bed. It has some soft fabric on it as well.

"Rollie?" Leah says walking into the room. "What's that?"

"A fancy pillow."

She crawls on top of it laying on her stomach. Oh. Is that what it's made for? She starts whining then stops. I start to walk over and see what's wrong with her. The fucking mean ass thing is sleep. I take the strap of the belt loose. She doesn't fucking budge. Jordan bounces into the room. She holds up a bracelet then holds out her arm.

"You not wearing this to bed."

"Yes sir." She dances a bit. She twirls her hand in the air then holds it towards me. "The baby shower in 4 days. That's what grandma say... Daddy?"

I nod. "I heard you."

"No." She puts the bracelet in a box. "Is April my grandmother?"

"Uh... naw. But call her what she say. What she okay with."

Jordan puts the bracelet down going to the bathroom. "She say call her anything. Grandma will be okay cause that's what Grandma is."

I cut my eyes at her. Damn I didn't realize her life would be affected so much from Leah and I making a real relationship. Selfish thinking. I always thought about Leah and myself. Baby girl has been missing out on two competitive grandma's. Hope they ready for this battle. I don't know how Leah is about letting her child out her sight but that's gonna be their main focus.

"Don't go thinking people owe you stuff." I say. She blows from the bathroom. "You hear me?"

"Daddy! How do women get pregnant?"

I blow. "You ain't have this conversation?"

"Yeah but Lexi's grandma said some girl was twisting her tail so much she bout to get a baby in her tail."

"No." I shake my head. "Mother's have sayings. They metaphors."

She comes out the bathroom. "Oh so dancing won't get you pregnant?"

"She talking about different kinda dancing not shaking your butt like this." I say shaking my butt.

"Naw, you probably pregnant." She laughs.

I laugh. "Don't go thinking..."

"People owe me nothing. I said okay."

"I didn't hear you. And if those grades don't stay good I will tell them and no gifts until it is fixed."

She nods. "Yes sir."

I nod. "Okay, Cocktail."

"Grandma said to Grandma April that giving gifts can send the wrong message. Grandma April said she don't care cause it's her money. Then she said her message is she gone make sure the family taken care of. Daddy..." She runs out the room. "I... I'll be back."

"Please don't come back." I say low. Damn all that talking.

Trey

"I don't have another choice?" I say dryly.

"I tried. We already moved it a couple times. You have two performances that are mandatory so this won't be in the way."

I hang up the phone. Damn I feel like as soon as I leave the house shit gonna fall apart. Something gonna get fucked up while I'm gone.

"Umm... who were you talking to?" Jayla asks.

"Gilon."

She walks back in the bathroom shutting the door. "Hmm."

"Why the fuck you come in here like I can't be on the damn phone?"

The bathroom door swings open. "What you fucking say?"

I lay down turning away from her. "Nothing."

"Damn." She says far away.

Amber walks into the room and look at me. She keeps walking. "Bae, your man broke?"

"Don't pay him no mind. He just needs some pussy."

"Then why you in here calling me?"

She starts whining. "I can't get this thing off. I tried to ask him but yeah."

"His wires tripped." Amber says walking out of the room.

"I'm fucking everything you have. The fuck?" Cammie snaps. "Amber already helped me. I called you first obviously. Shut up. Bye."

I sit up in the bed and hang my feet off of it about to stand up. I don't feel like being around nobody. I'm just getting more and more irritated listening to her in the bathroom. I stand up off the bed. I don't get away from the bed.

"Tremaine?"

"What?" I say.

She rolls her eyes standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. "You got a call about leaving?"

I look her up and down but don't say nothing. She rolls her eyes again. I don't know how the fuck she knows that. She steps to the side and motions towards the door like she directing traffic. I just look at her. She makes a face at me then walks away. I sit down on the bed. I don't really want to go anywhere.

"Caden trying to hold himself up. He is so fucking cute. I never thought I would love another child as much as I love Lane. Like me and Lane cried together many nights." Cammie says across the room.

"Cause of me?"

She walks up to me. "Cause I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. I was so determined to do it myself."

"Oh."

"Are these shorts too much?"

I shrug. "No."

She turns around showing me her round ass. "I mean are these shorts too much?"

"To wear?"

"To see where my babies are?"

I frown. "Why ask me that?"

She walks away. "Imma turn the air up cause it's hot."

"Yeah."

"Say your prayers and go to bed." She says walking out the room in a house coat that's not closed. "Huh? I don't feel like it. Who baby?"

"Mine." Chris says walking into the room.

Cammie comes behind him hitting him upside his head then walking back out. Chris cuts his eyes in her direction but doesn't stop his stride. He stands in the middle of the floor. He just looks at me for a few seconds then looks down at Minnie. She had on an onsie with a hood on it. Looks like Gucci or something.

"I'm bout to head to the airport. You good?"

"Yeah."

He turns Minnie towards me. "Aye, she a pretty ass baby ain't it? Fucking brown skin bitches. You think you make prettier babies than me? I got me a brown skin girl so we gone see if I win."

"Yeah okay."

"You deserve to be happy, nigga. Don't let these women gain up on you while I'm gone."

I nod once. "Wouldn't matter."

Chris stares off into space. "Aight, hit me up."

"Yeah."

"You taking JJ with you Chris?" Cammie says walking in the room.

Chris starts walking out the room. "No."

"He got his bag packed."

"Oh hell I guess then. I ain't made no plans for him." Chris shrugs closing the door. "Aye man, make my nigga happy."

Cammie smiles at me then licks her tongue out with her face scrunched up. She stops then smiles at me. I smile back at her. Chris opens the door back really fast. I wipe the smile from my face. He chuckles locking the door then slamming it.

"His wild ass." Cammie snaps. "Stop making everybody think something wrong with you my nigga."

"Shut up."

She starts dancing silly. "Want some good loving?"

"No."

"No? Boy bye." She turns her back to me then starts scooting back towards me. She stands up straight. "April got this much of the bed and Lane sideways won't let her move him. But she say noooo... leave my baby alone. He purposely hogging the bed. Too fucking rotten."

She comes over to me and reach towards my waistband. I always want pussy. She knows that. She pulls at my boxers until I help her by taking them off. She grabs my dick firmly. I lean back a bit. She kisses my shaft then my head. I put my hand on hers. She moves her hand sliding my dick in her mouth. I shake my head as the nut shoots from my dick into her mouth. She doesn't pull away just sucks my dick. I fall back on the bed. Cammie laughs a bit stroking my soft dick. She gives up trying to make it hard. She grabs my waist.

"Tremaine?"

"No." I answer.

She giggles running her hand up my stomach to my chest. "Our son is 5 months old. That's insane. Tremaine?"

I exhale looking down at my dick. Cammie grabs my neck really hard all of a sudden. What the fuck going on with her ass? She doesn't loosen her grip. I didn't want to kick her or hurt her but I couldn't breathe. I grab her hand trying to pull her away from me. This bitch crazy. I sit up in the bed.

"Tremaine?" Cammie snaps.

"Did you suck my dick?"

Cammie face goes blank. "I'll call you back. What is wrong with you?"

What the fuck? She not even by me. She is across the room sitting in front of the mirror braiding her hair. She stands up turning to me. There's no way that was a damn dream.

"You gonna wake the baby up." She says getting to the bed. "You okay?"

"Who you talking to on the phone?"

"My trifling sister. You okay?" She asks reaching towards me.

I move back a bit. "You were choking me."

"From over there, Trey?"

"Yeah."

She rubs my chest. "I thought you were sleep and it was safe to move."

"Did you suck my dick?"

"There was an attempt."

I felt so weird. "What you mean?"

She rubs my stomach. "You fell asleep."

"Jayla?" I say trying to project my seriousness.

"You need to relax." She says straddling me.

I narrow my eyes at her. She giggles then slap my chest.

"Damn."

"That hurt. Did it hurt when I choked you?"

I shrug. "I was being choked."

She kisses me covering my eyes. "I'm worried about you. Stop it. Did you take something?"

"You choked me."

"I'm sorry, Tremaine." She chuckles a bit.

"Hmm." I say as she kisses my neck. I close my eyes.

[allthebestscreennamesaregone63]

RANT POST. LONG RANT POST.

So, I don't really need the subreddit thread to tell me I'm probably the asshole on this one, but this guy at work is TESTING me.

We'll call him Dude.

Dude probably has ADHD or autism or both. He definitely is undersocialized. I TRIED to keep that in mind.

Dude is usually the janitor, but we were short staffed in the stock room yesterday, so we ended up working a shift together.

And y'all-

He would put things where they clearly did NOT go, and then started to argue with me when I actually know wtf I'm doing, when he didn't straight up ignore me.

Then, we have a million boxes to sort through, stacked on pallets. Every time he opened a box, he'd loudly announce what was inside it. Every. Fucking. Time. And then, he mostly left the boxes for me to sort through, before deciding I wasn't doing it right or whatever, and forcibly taking over.

So, by the time I've been on shift for two hours, I am gotdamn DONE. So, I announce to the room at large so everyone knows where tf I went,

"I'm going on break." I go to grab my water.

"Yeah, go on break." -Dude (abrasive)

So, there I am nursing a screaming fucking headache in the breakroom (too soon for more ibuprofen) and I'm so close to just going home.

It was supposed to be my day off, anyway. Not MY fault that they forgot to schedule actual help.

So, anyway, I go back to the tiny ass stockroom. I was gone for fifteen fucking minutes. In that time, they managed to screw up the space so badly that it was five minutes later before I could do my goddamn job.

I was relieved when it was time to throw trash in the compactor. Fucker is noisy as shit, can't hear Dude being a dick over it. So, there I am, throwing away twenty or so big bags of trash in the compactor. Finally get the inefficient fuckwad to actually do its job, but the needle on the guage went into the yellow warning bit.

Uh oh.

"Hey [MOD], when did they take out the compacted trash last?"

"Not too long ago, why?"

"The gauge is in the yellow."

"What does that mean?"

Tf you think it means?! Get the trash picked up, bitch, quickly!

So, I get the trash squared away, and the freaking truck came. We have 5 pallets already, we're getting 9, and we have space for a total of maybe 16. Its gonna be a tight fit.

Dude fucked up on wrapping a gaylord. Then, he saved two empty pallets instead of one, like we usually do. Not two minutes after I tell Dude we don't need it, motherfucking MOD goes and tells him to grab another empty pallet.

Then, the truck driver who brought his own shrinkwrap, asked if I knew where it went. Fuckers moved it without telling either of us. So, when Dude picks it back up, I tell him,

"That belongs to the truck driver, don't move it."

Dude fucking ignores me.

I repeat myself.

He says, "I know!"

"If you know so much, why are you moving it?" I am so done with this fucker at this point.

"I'm not moving it." (Aggressively rude). He sets it down. I turn to my coworker who saw this all go down, with a "can you believe this guy?" Look.

She makes a shooing motion with her hand. Now, im looking at her like she's lost her damn mind.

"Move. I need to get by you."

Then, [MOD] says we don't have room for the gaylords where they usually go. She tells the guy to throw them on top of the pallets. The, uh, seven foot tall pallets we have to move almost immediately.

So I suggest that we put them against a different wall instead. Its what we usually do.

[MOD]: we can't mess with this guy, we'll fix it later, he's a bit crabby.

I literally was trying to make his job easier, but ok.

So, I leave early, by like, an hour. When I get home, my Dad flat out accused me of being lazy.

In other words, fuckers KEEP walking all over me, and men (and some women) are fucking trash.

[jams-sims]

It's in that tiny garage V finally feels the need, to be honest. Sharing the same air as Misty. In a Garage, she had never been in before. And how fitting was it only after his death did she know it existed. It almost made her life, Misty said she felt like the only one that knew the real him. Yet here she stood in front of a mural, with not a gotdamn clue what it meant or what it was supposed to mean.

It was beautiful, Misty said it was ugly but they both knew it fit him. Perfectly. It was the slight break in Misty voice that made the bile from her stomach come up. The Heavy grief she thought she had buried deep down to come to his funeral had come right back up. Fuck on the drive up she even called his phone. Praying... Hoping he would answer. That maybe he somehow pulled through. That maybe he was laying low in some ripper doc office off the grid. V knew- V knew he was gone and that little bit of hope had her hang up and say how stupid this was to do.

But as she stood in front of his family picture. V couldn't help but start talking at first in was to fill the air but she knew.

"Ya know when me and Jackie first met.. He uh he saved my life. Of course it was to shake some eddies off my Corpo ass but. Once I tossed my empty wallet at his dome. He laughed- I mean seriously out there in this broken ass building he was laughing at me. I think I laughed to-"

When V started talking, Misty didn't chime in she kept quiet probably realizing this something V needed to get off her chest.

"He had the nerve to exchange info with me- that fucking dumbass. I could have sold his ass off to some corpo ripper doc. I even told him that- you can't trust Corpo rats. Wanna know what he said?" V still hadn't turned around as she traced her fingers across the belt on the table.

'come on chica what the point of life if you can't trust a little? I mean I got a pretty big back a lot of room for stabbing. But I got a good feeling about you I wanna take a chance.'

"I mean it took a year and a half before anything got rolling. And then he pitches me this idea to fuck over my corpo boss steal some money off the top. Give him details on mission and shit. Pad out my case files with some wins and as I raise through the ranks. He- he would help me."

There was a long pause before Misty chimed in.

"Help you with what V?"

V couldn't help the small choked up sob ecaspe her lips as she stared at that photo of Jackie and his Mom.

"No wonder he was so sympathetic- we got drunk one night together when we still lived in Mama welles house. I told him that I only started doing Corpo work to kill my father. He left my mother high and dry in the fucking slums. After feeding her some bullshit about a better life. A better life where he could pretend he hadn't slept with a prostitue or had a kid with one." V wiped her face and a bitter laugh encased her lips.

"I mean stories like that are a dime a dozen. But now I know why he stuck around and I couldn't have asked for anyone else." Silence fell again when the flood gates of tears opened they couldn't really stop. And V didn't want Misty to see her like that. Maybe she wanted to hold onto that small bit of pride she had left.

"I was so in love with him Misty." The last bit of the damn finally broke. What was small sobbing, turned into shaking shoulders. The last shreds of her pride flew crumbled away. V had told herself that she would die with those feeling as long as Jackie was happy. He didn't need to now and she liked Misty. V didn't want to complicate Jackie's life. Shit her final plan was to stash enough eddies in Jackie's jacket one day so he and Misty could finally get that apartment, or go on that vacation. Not once did his death ever across her mind.

V doesn't know when Misty got up from the couch and wrapped her arms around her. "I'm so sorry misty."

"It's okay V I know. I always knew." the hug was tighter and V could feel some droplets of tears fall on her back. Jackie was right Misty always knew, she was stronger than both of them.

[justabumatthepark]

WAIT FIVE MINUTES

AND HE'S GONNA WANNA TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE

BUT I DON'T

😈😈😈

SO THAT'S A NO ON THE WHOLE DAADAA SITUATION?

🤭🤭🤭

4:46PM 9/10/24

STILL NOTHING?

WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE ON THIS TUMBLR UNTIL YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT DAADAA

AND OF COURSE HE'S JUST GONNA TALK OVER ME BECAUSE THAT'S EASIER THAN TALKING ABOUT DADDY APPARENTLY

SO WHAT'S UP PUTO FAG

WHEN DOES THE COUPON END

I MEAN IT ENDED LAST WEEK

BUT WHEN DOES IT END FOR YOU?

HUSHMOUTH?

AND FUCK NO I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND

IF THIS WAS A CORPORATION

YOU EITHER WOULD'VE NEVER GOTTEN THE CONTRACT

OR IT'S GETTING TERMINATED

"ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD"

BUSINESS ONLY MY BOY

MONEY TALKS

BULLSHIT WALKS

PSYCHOLOGY CAN GATEWAY ME INTO ALL SORTS OF VENTURES

HOW Y'ALL WANNA MAKE MONEY

WORKING FOR PUTO FAG YOUR WHOLE LIFE

OR

TAKING IT FOR OURSELVES

MONOPOLY ACTIONS

KILL ME BITCH

BET YOU WON'T PUSSY

BUT DO IT RIGHT NOW BITCH

SHOW US YOU'RE RIGHTEOUS

"SHOOT THE BITCH IN THE HEAD WALK MYSELF TO THE COURT LIKE

YEAH I DID THAT"

"YOU KNOW IT'S SMOKE

CUSS WE AIN'T EVEN TAKE OFF HIS CHAIN" - 21 SAVAGE

OTHERWISE LET'S TALK ABOUT DADDY

I DON'T HAVE A DAD WHAT ABOUT YOU?

DID HE HIT YOU?

HOW MUCH MONEY HAVE YOU SPENT ON THIS BOUNTY?

"300,000"

GOTDAMN NIGGA

SO THAT BANK ACCOUNT LOADED HUH?

OH SO YOU ONLY RESPOND WHEN YOU THINK IT MAKES YOU SOUND/LOOK COOL

🤭😂😂😂😂

"FUCK YOU"

I'M SORRY I DID MEAN TO LAUGH AT YOU

😂😂😂

SO LIKE WHY ME BIG DAWG WHAT HAPPENED?

Tap in!

DM ME

YOU KNOW I REALLY DON'T THINK YOU'RE BULLSHITTING ABOUT THAT NUMBER MY BOY

DONATIONS ARE OPEN

100% ✅ SECURED

THE ODDS ARE 1 TO 1

DON'T BELIEVE ME

FACT CHECK ME 🤷🏽

OPEN TO OFFERS

Tap in!

DM ME

I'LL WORK WITH ANYONE BUT PUTO FAG

TELLING YOU AGAIN BECAUSE I GUESS YOU LIKE THINGS TO BE REPEATED TO YOU AND I LOVE DOING IT

😈😈😈

YOU PUT NO FUCKING FEAR IN MY HEART

NO BITCH THE REASON YOU'RE ADDICTED IS BECAUSE I FIGURED IT OUT

YOUR OTHER LITTLE FAGGOTS GOT ACCEPTED

BUT I'M NOT PART OF YOUR FAGGOT ASS CREW

"DO YOU SEE A "BORN TO LOSE" TATTOO ON MY FOREHEAD?"

"WE ARE NOT NICE PEOPLE"

YEAH, ME NEITHER BITCH

IF YOU WANT SMOKE

THEN

BITCH

I WANT THE SAME THANG

THERE IS ONLY ONE NUMBER ONE

AND ONE NUMBER TWO

ANYONE BELOW US IS JUST AN IDIOT

AND WE ARE BOTH THINKING IT

BECAUSE I KNOW FOR SURE NUMBER 3 IS THINKING IT

REMOVABLE DISK DRIVE FOR YOU GAMESTOP BELIEVERS

BUT LET GAMESTOP'S LITTLE SHIT FAIL IN THE NEXT TWO YEARS

THEN NO DISC DRIVE ON THE PS6

NOT LIKE MANY PEOPLE USE IT ANYWAYS

AND IF THEY CAN INCREASE THE NOTORIETY OF THE PLAYSTATION NAME BY LEAVING THE RETRO CONSOLES OUT AT A LOSS

ONLY TO CAPITALIZE ON DIGITAL COLLECTIONS ALL THE BETTER FOR SONY

SONY ALSO PATCHED THE PS3 SO ALL CURRENT MODS WOULD STOP WORKING

SO THEY REALLY WANNA CAPITALIZE ON THE WHOLE DIGITAL LIBRARIES DEAL

AS FAR AS RETRO CONSOLES GO

WELL

DK OLDIES AND EBAY DO IT BETTER

SORRY NOT SORRY 🤷🏽🤷🏽🤷🏽

SONY TENDS TO FOCUS ON CURRENT GEN NOT PREVIOUS GENS AS FAR BACK AS TWO OR THREE GENERATIONS BACK

SO GAMESTOP NEEDS TO WORK MIRACLES TO TRY TO GET THIS OFF IT'S FEET

6:35PM 9/10

"THEY IGNORE THE MESSAGE BECAUSE THEY HATE THE MESSENGER"

SO MONEY RIGHT?

I COULD FIND A BETTER USE FOR 300,000 THOUSAND TBH

NO NOW THAT I HAVE YOU HERE

ANSWER THIS

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WHEN THEY TAKE CONTROL OF THE MACHINE?

"OH I DON'T KNOW I'LL PROBABLY JUST LET IT GO"

OKAY CAN WE PROVE IT TODAY

LIKE RIGHT NOW

LET IT GO RIGHT NOW

600,000

WE DON'T WANT TO HEAR ALL THOSE EXCUSES EITHER

EITHER YOU CAN OR YOU CAN'T

"FUCK YOU"

GREAT ANSWER

100% ✅ SECURED

YOU FUCKING JUNKIE

SO YOU WOULD RATHER THROW AWAY ALL YOUR LIFE SAVINGS

INSTEAD OF GETTING RID OF SOME CHUMP CHANGE

YOUR WORDS NOT MINE

"YES, THAT'S HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE YOU"

NEED ANY MORE PROOF MY GUYS?

FUCK CANCEL CULTURE 24' 🇺🇲

♾️

KISS MY RING

GODDAMN MY BOY

YOU DOIN' WAY TOO MUCH

TAKING MOVING A MOUNTAIN FOR SOMEBODY LITERALLY

YOU KILLIN MY VIBE

JUST SAY IT

YOU WANNA SUCK MY DICK AND MOVE ON WITH IT

HONESTLY NOW THAT WE ARE AT THE END

THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE WAS MID

YOU'RE PULLING OUT YOUR BEST

AND I'M BORED 🥱

SO HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE PUSHED THIS FAR?

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!!!"

SEE NOW I'M ENTERTAINED

😈😈😈

SHAKE MY HAND BITCH

IT'S CUSTOM HERE IN THE SOUTH

🤭🤭🤭

"BUT I STILL GOT YOU IN A CELL CAPTURED"

YEAH BUT IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE ADDICTED

HONESTLY THE DOOR IS WIDE OPEN FOR YOU TO LEAVE

BUT YOU CHOOSE TO STAY HERE

SO I ASK MYSELF

HOW MUCH MONEY WOULD A JUNKIE SPEND ON HIS ADDICTION FOR TORCHER?

"NOT A CENT MORE"

GOOD THEN YOU CAN DO THE JOB YOURSELF

AND THE KID COMES WITH US

ALONG WITH YOUR LITTLE MACHINE

🙂🙂🙂

DONATIONS ARE OPEN

COLLECT 200 AT GO

-PROCEEDS TO BLUFF-

🤭🤭🤭 HORRIBLE POKER PLAYERS

HE WILL PROBABLY TRY TO GET AS CLOSE TO KILLING ME AS POSSIBLE

BUT HE AIN'T GONNA KILL ME

I 100% GUARANTEE IT

TOO MUCH OF A BITCH

😈😈😈

AN ADDICT

I SAY THE BITCH IS SOMEWHERE STUCK BETWEEN 3 AND 5

🤔🤔🤔

HUSHMOUTH?

[soungodly]

𝟭. 𝘾𝙝𝙡𝙤̈𝙚’𝙨 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚

𝖩𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝟣𝟢𝗍𝗁, 𝟤𝟢𝟢𝟨 — 𝖭𝖾𝗐 𝖮𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌, 𝖫𝗈𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝐴𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑀𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒’𝑠

The day had been unsually slow. Fortunately, for the children in town this meant a much longer Summer day. Families sat on their porches, all mingling and shouting from the close proximity of their homes in the tight-knit neighborhood. Children running the street, knees and elbows ashy and bruised from a hard day of play.

“‘Mara! You doin’ it wrong. You’re supposed to put the seasoning in there first.” Another nagging comment pierced Amara’s ears as her and her older sister chlöe sat curbside surrounded by bowls filled with grass, dirt, flowers— anything they could find outside of their aunt’s home. Chlöe had suggested a game of “chef” to waste time before dinner was prepared, only to have the opportunity of bossing her younger sister around.

“I’ll cook my grass the way I wanna!” Amara retorted outloud. She loved playing with her sister, but sometimes the girl couldn’t help herself.

“It’s not grass, it’s collard greens. You need to have a better imagination.” Chlöe stood to her feet with a bowl of freshly picked dandelions from the neighbor’s yard. Their aunt always got pissed off when they messed with her plants. ‘𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙖’ 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚’𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙗𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣’ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚.’

With a roll of her eyes, Amara opened her mouth to speak. However, the sudden blood curdling scream of an older woman could be heard, as she frantically ran down the street. “He’s been hit! Marie’s baby, he just got hit!”

Other adults and children gathered around the panicking woman alerting everyone about the sudden tragic event. Various people quickly asked what happened, consoling her as tears streamed down her brown face. “Marie’s boy, Josiah. He was just hit by a truck!” Gasps, yells, and complete shock could be heard amongst the crowd.

The loud clash of the glass bowl in Chlöe’s hand hitting the pavement startled Amara. She gazed at her sister with wide eyes searching for any signs in her expression. “It worked. . .” She heard her whisper. The girls hadn’t notice their aunt Mozelle watching the two intently from where she stood on her porch.

“What worked?” Amara furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She wouldn’t think Chlöe went into their aunt’s forbidden room. The room they weren’t allowed to have touch anything in. The woman made it seem like death lied behind those doors

“The spell. . .” Frozen and eyes wide, Amara felt her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. She never would have thought her sister would go that far. Josiah was around her age, both attended the same school and sat in the same classroom where he constantly teased Amara, mainly about her being the only child with locs. She remembered coming home, eyes red and puffy from crying as she expressed the bullying she endured. ‘𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮.’ That was the end of that conversation.

“What do you mean the spell?” She stood to her feet “Auntie said—”

“Was last week. . . I— i didn’t think it worked. I thought I did it wrong!” Tears welled up in Chlöe’s eyes, it was evident she was panicking. Of course to others it was a tragic accident; to them, this was attempted murder.

Amara didn’t know what to say. Her sister had always been protective over her, but she knew how scared she was in the moment. Just as she stepped forward to console her, a quick hand grabbed Chlöe’s arm, yanking her onto the porch. “So ya’ didn’t listen to a gotdamn thing i said huh!”

Aunt Mozelle beautiful with eyes filled with fire, gripped Chlöe’s arm tightly, as she bent down to her level. “I told y’all asses not to go in that room, and you see what ya’ did? Huh?! You better hope you didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t wanna kill him! I didn’t know. . .” Chlöe’s words fumbled from her lips, wincing in pain from her aunt’s hold while being pulled back inside of the house. After letting go, Mozelle paced back and forth. Her expression was calm, but they could tell the gears in her head were turning.

“No one knows you caused this.” She spoke in a low tone. “And we’re gonna keep it that way. You understand?” She stopped in front of the two girls who nodded their heads in response. “I’m gonna have to call your parents about this.”

“No!” Amara quickly interjected. “Do you have to? Chlö’s gonna get in trouble.” She wasn’t sure how much trouble her sister would get in, but she wanted to protect her just as much as she did.

“Oh sweetheart. . . Getting in trouble by your parents is the least of your worries. Your mother tried to keep y’all from this, and I told her that shit was impossible. It’s time for you two to know where you came from.”

[ewwgene-fitzherbert]

l/rb

tumblr erasedf half of my fkin tasgs again :’( anyways i was saying p3 is neat and that i love ba/ran/ours postapocalyptic vibes and the mecha doggos and everything actually im gonna rb some syb/eria posts now thank you goodbye

[slaughtermehole]

Bonten Mikey trapping you with a baby

It's been a week since you guys had fought and you have left. Mikey was losing himself once again. He wanted to kill you and kiss you. He been blowing up your phone with threats ever since you left him.

"Call me back this is your last warning y/n".

You stayed at a friend's house and you had noticed you forgot something at the house you and mikey had shared. You had forgot your laptop. You were hesitant to go get it knowing the chances of running into mikey. However, all your work files was on that laptop. You ran to your car and drove home. You had finally arrived and as you were putting the key in you looked behind your shoulder to make sure no one was there watching you. The door had opened and you went upstairs into your room to see your laptop laying on the bed

"Whew it's still here.. lemme just find the cord and we'll be outta here for goo-"

"Y/n."

You had froze. You felt cold. Your hands began to shake and your breath began to shorten. You knew exactly whose voice you heard. It was mikey.

His gun was pointing you. His eyes were so cold. He was furious and you could tell.

"You're not going anywhere y/n"

You began to tear up with the laptop still in your hand. His gun was still pointed directly at you.

"Mikey can you put the gun down at least? You're (sniffle)scaring me" you said while crying

He was silent. He didn't respond. He just stared at you while still keeping the gun pointed at you. He wanted answers. Why did you leave? You treated him so good. You should have known there would be no escape. The only escape there is, is death. You were his. Only his. The thought of you leaving him and moving on keeps him awake at night.

"MIKEY GOTDAMN" you yell. You were sick of the silence.

"I JUST WANT TO MOVE ON. I DONT WANNA DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU ARENT THE SAME MIKEY I USE TO KNO-"

Mikey interrupted you with a loud bang coming from the gun. He had shot the wall a inch next to you.

"Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP Y/N"

He was starting to lose control of his emotions and you could tell by the way his eyes widened.

"I LOST EVERYONE WHO WERE CLOSE TO ME AND ILL BE DAMNED IF I LOOSE YOU. IF I HAVE KILL US BOTH I WILL."

You stood there crying. He wasnt the same. You wanted the old mikey back. His gun was still in his hand. You knew if you didn't do something now somebody was going to end up dead

You walked over to him. Cradled his face. You could see tears forming in his eyes.

You kissed him.

Your intention was to disarm him and bring him back to a calmer state because he was beginning to loose himself. You are aware you are his peace. As you was kissing him, he dropped his gun and begin to lift your shirt. He had pushed you against the wall still kissing you.

Your intention was to disarm him but as the kiss got deeper you realized you wanted this as bad as he did. Mikey finally got his hands on you. He finally got what he wanted, you.

Your shirt was off now exposing your breast. As he stared upon you, still fully clothed. You grabbed his dick and unzipped his pants now exposing his hard cock. You placed his dick in between your tits giving him a titfuck while he was still standing.

"I love your beautiful tits y/n I'm going to bust right in between them."

You spat on his dick while you massaged his dick in-between your tits going as fast as you could. He moaned your name beautifully. His breaths were getting heavy and you could tell he was about to cum

"Cmon mikey.. bust in between my tits baby. I'm all yours look at them mikey. Look at them."

As you continued to glide your tits up and down his dick he busted. You used your finger to lick the cum off your boobs. Yet, he was far from done. He went a whole week without seeing you. He wants to cherish this moment.

He took off his shirt and whispered in your ear

"you're having all my babies tonight. Gonna get you so full. I want you pregnant."

You didn't say anything. You were so intoxicated with the sex he was going to supply but little did you know Mikey was dead serious.

He began to kneel to your pussy licking it and eating it whole. He sucked your clit and He gave himself a hand job while he ate your pussy. Boy was so horny. You moaned as loud as you could.

"I love hearing you fucking scream"

You came right on his mouth. He slurped you so well. He missed your pussy.

"Did you fuck anyone else? Did you give anyone else my pussy y/n"

" No! No sir! I- I promise mikey"

"I'll kill you if you did"

You were scared of him. You stared into his eyes nervously. He then began to flip you over in doggy style position. Your pussy was beyond wet and he moaned while he massaged the tip in.

"Mikey...your dick feel so good"

He took his tip out. You were so tight and your pussy wasn't opening up for him he stuck his fingers in surprising you,

"You need to open up for me. I want your pussy to take me so you can cum.

He slid his dick back in and this time he managed to get it in all the way. You moaned like crazy and so did he. Your ass clapped onto him. He smacked it as hard as he could

"This your punishment for leaving. *smack* you're never leaving Me and I mean never. *smack* you're forever glued to me *smack* we belong together *smack*"

You screamed out his name crying from the pain and pleasure. He was getting faster and faster.

"OH Y/N ITS SO DAMN TIGHT. IM CUMMING INSIDE YOU"

You began to see white. Your vision blurred. You were fucked outta your mind. You began to feel mikey hot warm seed leaking into you. He kept his cock inside until he was done emptying himself. Thats a week worth of cum. Best believe your pussy was full.

He then pulled out kissing your neck.

"Mm-missed you so fucking much. I can tell you're tired y/n get some rest and I'll clean you up"

Boy was he a good liar. He was waiting til you fell asleep so he can sneak into the bathroom cabinet to grab your plan b.

You drifted off and that's exactly what he did. He had called sanzu while preparing his shower.

"She's home. Pick me up and Make sure you change the locks and lock her inside the house. She's not going anywhere. If she needs anything she will have to go through u first"

He hung up the phone and showered. His mission was complete. You were stuck with him forever. He knew deep down he got you pregnant and it made him happy.

He left the house leaving you in bed. You went searching for your plan b and noticed it wasn't there and as you were trying to walk out the house you noticed the doors were locked from Outside. He also had took your phone.

3 weeks later, you complained to sanzu about your morning sicknesses and asked if he could get you a test from the store. Turns out you're pregnant. As you looked at the test you began to form tears in your eyes because you realized what mikey was up to all along

Mission accomplished. He will never let you leave.

[foibles-fables]

yarra/aloy for the ship ask mayhaps? :3

TIME TO SET THIS SHIP A-SAIL (with next to NO info) LET'S GOOOOO

who is more likely to hurt the other? Aloy tends to get Big Mad at other folks' stubbornness (try looking in a mirror, Champion)--she has the capacity to say some pretty scathing things while Yarra, though harsh, is more deliberate and measured with her words. Aloy's got a particular way of stinging that would get to Yarra, I think. Yarra also tends to assume the worst in people, which would make Aloy's unthinking words cut a lot deeper.

who is emotionally stronger? Lol, these two are similar in that they're both struggling with A Lot of Pressure under the surface. It's implied that Yarra's spent a longer time coping with it, so I'd assume she's got at least a head start on actualization there.

who is physically stronger? Sorry Aloy, it really looks like Yarra's a brick shithouse of muscle and you've got some chicken legs. Yarra wins.

who is more likely to break a bone?  Her own? Aloy. Someone else's? Yarra. (hey, it's better than killing them.)

who knows best what to say to upset the other?  I think they're a pretty even match for hurting with words. Boot to my ass, though, I'd go with Aloy. Sharp tongue for sure.

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument?  Yarra. She's a strict leader, but a good leader, and good leaders are able to admit when they're wrong (as in canon). The same would apply interpersonally.

who treats whose wounds more often?  They treat each other's wounds at the same time, and that's something that can be so personal hrrGNGhHh

who is in constant need of comfort?  Aloy 👀👀👀👀👀👀. Yarra is a fantastic person to lean on.

who gets more jealous?  Yarra, for sure. Paranoia is one of her weak spots. Could see that being an issue.

who’s most likely to walk out on the other?  I feel like Aloy is the easy default answer here, but I could also see Yarra breaking things off as a matter of pride if things ever got bad.

who will propose?  Yarra. Some delicious Tenakth custom. My brain's rotting.

who has the most difficult parents? nobody in this gotdamn series has parents

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public?  Neither--they keep their physicality pretty private.

who comes up for the other all the time?  Yarra, always talking about the Nora Seeker/Champion/Desert Flame who rode on the Wings of the Ten. Basically, if yer smoochin' Aloy, yer talkin' about her a lot.

who hogs the blankets?  Yarra. Severe tough hardened Desert Clan Commander sleeps like a little baby.

who gets sadder?  I think these two get way more pent-up and frustrated than sad.

who is better at cheering the other up? Yarra. Did you ssseeeeeee how soft she was with that child?! One shoulder touch and a few gentle words and Aloy is melting.

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? if Aloy makes one more Meat joke, Yarra might playfully slap her right into the melee pit for a round or two

who is more streetwise? It's Yarra's business to know how the "streets" work in the Desert Clan territory. WAY more attuned to Tenakth custom. But I think any difference here is pretty negligible, as Aloy learns quick.

who is more wise? They both have a lot to learn from each other, and that's what makes them a spectacular match.

who’s the shyest?  Both are a little....intense. Definitely no shyness.

who boasts about the other more?  listen. If a certain Clan Commander is getting down with the one who flew on the Wings of the Ten, she's talking about it at every opportunity she can. Respectfully. With a sneer.

who sits on whose lap? Aloy moving to sit in Yarra's lap while Yarra smirks, O K A Y?

[angy-mouse]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMecYeFq9/

Thigh riding w him Puh LEEZE 💳💥💳💥

I never thought I'd like a man in those stupid athletic shorts but gotdamn

“You’re mean,”

Sapnap just chuckled, fingers clicking away at his keyboard. “Oh yeah?”

You huffed and glared at him from his bed. “Yeah. A nice boyfriend would be cuddling me right now.”

“Oh, you poor thing, sugar,” he mocked, spinning to face you. He gave his thigh a pat. “Come on, you can sit on my lap until I’m done if you wanna cuddle.” You froze at that, stealing glances at the lap in question. He was wearing basketball shorts- the ones you loved because they showed off his thighs so well. His lovely, thick, muscular thighs. Mmmm.

You made your way over to him, carefully straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself. He raised an eyebrow at your position but smiled and went back to his editing.

You tried to settle down, really you did. You wanted to cuddle up to your boyfriend, maybe nibble on his neck just a bit to tease him. It wasn’t your fault you were only wearing your underwear and a thin pair of shorts and his thigh felt just right pressing against you. You started with a little shift against him, trying to play it off like you were getting comfortable. You tried not to whimper as the movement lit up your nerves in pleasure and did it again a little harder.

Sapnap’s large hand landed on your hip. “What do you think you’re doing, darlin’?” You moaned at his gruff tone, hips grinding against him. He tsked and pinched your ass. “Is my baby a little needy? Hmm?” You nodded eagerly against his neck, pawing at his waistband before he used his grip on your hip to force you to grind against him again. “Come on, darlin’, I know you like my thighs so why don’t you get yourself off on it. Daddy’s got more work to do.”

[jehovahhthickness]

Man women confuse me lol... So today I'm at work just sweating up a storm cause it's hot af in the Caribbean and my coworker is throwing a whole fit cause she told a guy to leave her alone and she's pissed that the mfker left her alone 😂 meanwhile my dumbass was like sis but he did exactly as you said, what's the problem???? "oh I didn't mean literally, I really like him." My ass almost fell off the gotdamn ladder in confusion 😵‍💫

We don’t always mean what we say. So I can see the confusion but women need to understand that a lot of men do not have the patience for our tactics so they will leave us alone when we act up for no reason.

[ramp-it-up]

Baby

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Wordsmith Daveed, descriptions of masturbation, references to breath play, manual sex, explicit laguage, oral sex (male receiving), love fluff. All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from the 100 smut prompts ask list. What have I done? Smut level building with each story and y’all don’t even know.

BTW: This is in the Acceptance/Valentine’s Daveed AU. Short Stack x D.

You were so nervous that you surprised yourself.

It had only been 10 days since you’d seen him after three weeks of getting reacquainted and all the mind blowing sex on the regular.

You’d told yourself, and him, that you wanted to take it slow this time, but you weren’t prepared for him leaving.

You tried to go to sleep right after you got home from the second show on Sunday night because you wanted to get up early to pick up Daveed from the red eye Monday morning.

Your mind would not quit spinning, though, and you’d slept very lightly.

You hopped out of bed at 5 am, hyped to see your Daveed again. You decided to park and wait inside the baggage claim area.

You felt like a teenager when you saw D’s text come through that he’d landed. You texted back a cool, “K,” then freaked the fuck out. 

Who were you? Certainly not the one who’d left Daveed and pretended he didn’t exist for a year. 

Well, you’d tried it.

You watched as the crowds from the planes came down to baggage claim. You saw Daveed’s Oakland hat and curls above most of the rest of the passengers.

The rest of the crowd faded from focus as your eyes were riveted to Daveed. He had the biggest smile on his face. He looked so unreal. And so fucking good.

You felt the heat rise to your face. You were sprung, dickmatized, ruined.  You felt hot, cold, emotional and about to cry.

Shit.

You were in love.

---

Daveed had spotted you before you spotted him. 

He had that eagle eye for you. You were sitting down scrolling on your phone, your legs crossed. 

Damn, those legs tho. Even though you were short, those legs went on forever to a succulent promised land that he hoped to visit real soon.  

He licked his lips and recalled what you tasted like. 10 days was too long.

You stood up and searched the crowd. Your eyes locked and he could see that you were flustered. 

You hadn’t said you loved him back since you got back together, but he was almost certain. You wanted the same thing he did. He smiled as he came after you.

----

You felt like you couldn't move as you stared at Daveed. He finally reached you and dropped his bags on the floor. 

He didn't say a word, but bent down, wrapped his arms around your waist, picked you up, and kissed you, hard. 

You took off his hat, fisted his hair and groaned through the kiss. You had to get out of there.

"I missed the hell outta you," he told you when he finally put you down. 

He smiled down at your upturned face, took his hat out of your hand and smashed down your nice fluffy curls with it. 

You pouted, only pretending to be mad.

"Funny, I was just thinking the same about you. I missed you too, Diggs." You were so happy he was back.

"Finally! You admit you missed me. Maybe you really do like me and are not just using me for my body!" He laughed at you. "Not that I care at this moment."

"Yeah, I like you. And I will take you up on that usage agreement." 

You leaned up to kiss him again before leading him out to the parking lot.

“Your place?”

It wasn’t even really a question since he let go the place he had been renting. It didn’t make sense for him to stay somewhere else.

You couldn’t even front as you nodded eagerly. He rewarded you with another smile, then looked at you and bit his lip as you stood outside your car.

You cocked your head at him, mesmerized. Your body was feening for his. 

"You wanna drive?" Your voice was husky and full of desire.

Daveed put his lips close to your ear. You shivered. 

"Hell yeah, but I want you to get us there. I wanna look at you."

 He opened the driver's side door for you.

You stared for a minute and climbed in. Daveed looked at you in the driver's seat, leaned over and kissed your lips softly and let his hand travel down your body from your neck to your thighs. 

Damn, he thought as he shook his head and went around to the passenger seat. I'm this close to the promised land! He was excited but cool.

You tried to collect your thoughts but your brain was short circuiting with him so close and his spicy coconut scent filling your nostrils.

Daveed sat in the passenger seat, looked at you and put his infamous left hand on you. He was tracing patterns on your leg.

The sensation traveled to your core, the fabric of your leggings somehow a sensual conductor. 

“Tell me this. Did you touch yourself when I was gone?”

“W-what do you mean?” 

Daveed caught the stutter, and smiled, but he kept his eyes down as his hand moved up higher, stopping the tracing and now clasping the expanse of your thigh and squeezing just a bit, long fingers embedded between your lush legs.

“You know what I mean. I mean did you finger your pussy, circle your clit after licking your fingers and then pulling them out to taste them again?” 

His eyes held yours now. You couldn’t breathe.

“I mean, did you shove your fingers inside you as deep as you could and then did you curl them until you hit that special spot while still pressing your button?”

You gasped for breath and Daveed’s eyes went to your lips and tongue. He leaned forward to kiss you, but stopped himself with a small moan.

“Did you play in your sopping wet slit and let your fingers slip down to feel your other hole, accidentally of course, until you were sliding over the sheets in your own wetness?”

He was leaning toward you now, looking into your eyes as if he really wanted to know.

“Because that’s all I’ve wanted to do for 10 gotdamn days.”

And then he took your mouth, supple lips covering yours and tongue making you remember it’s past transgressions.

"You're trying to get me to fuck in this airport parking lot aren't you?"  

You could only say it after you caught your breath. You were actually trembling in this man's arms. Damn.

"Now why would you want to do that?" 

Daveed asked his question as he moved his hand up your face into your hair and gave a gentle but firm tug, making you gasp again and getting him harder than he already was. 

You moaned. "You know why...."

He loved to hear you struggle and made a mental note to show you more about breath play at your place.  

He forced your head back and marked your neck, turning places your skin a deep purple. So beautiful. Damn, he wanted to do demented things to you right now. 

“Fuck, Daveed. No marks!” 

He knew why you were protesting and it irritated him. He pulled your hair again. 

“That’s what the fuck makeup artists are for.”

He practically growled. That and his full beard made you ready to go right now.

His hand moved down your neck to your collarbone tracing it over to your chest and there it rested for a minute, his thumb caressing your nipple through the fabric of your hoodie. 

Which was really his hoodie.

Daveed moved his hand underneath, squeezing your breast gently in his hand.

 "No, I don’t know why..." He wanted to hear you.

"Because you are making me so fucking wet, that's why." 

Your needy whine threatened to take him out right then.  

"Word? That's what's up. Let me see.”  

Daveed raised his eyebrow at you.

You were past the point of denying him anything at this moment.

"Y-yes. Please." 

That was the green light.

He trailed his hand down your stomach to the waistband of your leggings. He slipped his hand in, his long fingers caressing your pearl. He could feel it swell right away. 

"Jesus!" 

He couldn't stand it. 

"You are wet.”

He plunged two fingers in your goodness and could feel your body grip them. 

"Damn, how are you so tight.!?!" 

He started pumping in and out of you, doing what he’d described earlier. He needed to be inside you, and soon.

"The dancing....always... keeps ....the core ....tight.... Oh...My....Damn..." 

Your eyes were closed as you felt your body quicken. Daveed leaned over, pulled the hoodie up and gently bit your nipple, playing with it with his tongue while it was still trapped between his teeth.

He could feel you start to pound around his fingers. 

As you started to moan, Daveed covered your mouth with his. You came on the palm of his hand. D was as hard as a rock and leaking in his jeans.

He watched as you came, wanting to bust himself. He had to do something.

"Are you sure you can drive?" He asked with an evil grin. "I think you should go ahead and get into the passenger seat so I can."

You opened your eyes and looked at him, confused.

"Just climb over me and I’ll shift into the driver's seat."

Your heart skipped a beat as you shifted up and over the car’s gear shift and onto Daveed’s own.

You came down relatively hard on his lap and he groaned. 

"Are you gonna drive?" You leaned forward and whispered in his ear. 

Daveed was gripping your ass while you rode him. He couldn’t speak.

"Let me get you off.... so you can move." 

You got on your knees on the floorboard of the car in front of him. You watched him watch you as you unzipped his pants and uncover the throbbing mass.

You smiled and kissed it lightly. 

"I've missed you." 

You looked up at him. “What do you want me to do?"

Daveed just stared at you, put his fingers in his mouth, and pulled them out slowly. He closed his eyes as he tasted you. You grinned and went to work. 

You licked his tip as you gently squeezed his balls. Then, you lowered your wet mouth around him, causing him to piston his hips up toward your face. 

You took his cock down your throat and moaned. 

“Damn, I’ve missed the sight of you letting me fuck your face. Such a good, good, good, good girl.”

He trusted into your mouth with every good and the praise made you want to live up to your title. You took what he gave you. And gladly.

After he came, and you swallowed, he looked around. 

"Let's get out of here before we get arrested."

You laughed and kissed him as you shifted around and he got in the driver's seat and fixed his clothing. 

You adjusted yourself as well. Satisfied for the moment, but anticipating more to come. 

He smirked at you as he put the car into gear. You dozed slightly as he drove back to the city, finally relaxed enough to rest.

As he pulled into your space in the parking garage, he gently shook you awake.

“As much as I want to I can’t carry you and my bags upstairs.”

You smiled and stretched, Daveed watching appreciatively.

“My big strong Baby. You can do anything.”

You took his face in your hands and kissed his forehead, nose and lips.

“Baby?”  Daveed’s eyes glowed as he grinned at you. “I’m ‘Baby’ now?” 

Your stomach and back were fluttering like crazy. But you sucked it up and smiled back at him. It was time out for games.

“Yeah, as in Baby, bring me something to eat? Baby, are you really playing that game right now? Baby, I need that dick.” 

You looked down and back up at him. “And as in, Baby, I missed you and I love you. So much.”

Daveed’s smile got bigger, impossibly so, and he kissed you back lightly.

“You know I love you too. Short Stack.”  He got serious for a minute. “I promise you I wont hurt you…”

You silenced him with a kiss. “Let’s just keep moving.  No take backs, no regrets.” Another kiss. “Now let’s get upstairs.”

Daveed agreed, and you got out and Daveed gathered his bags.  On the elevator ride up, Daveed held you in front of him, his arm wrapped around your ribcage as you leaned back against him.

You could feel his erection get bigger the higher you climbed.  Him nuzzling your neck almost made you forget that he probably was exhausted and hungry.

“Hmmmm. Baby? You hungry?” 

You smiled down at the elevator floor, anticipating his answer. He didn't reply, just walking out of elevator as the doors opened on your floor.

When you got inside and his bags discarded, he finally answered you. Walking toward the bedroom.

“I’m starving Short Stack. I need to eat. Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you."

You practically skipped into the bedroom behind him.

---- 

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[stripper-patrick]

China Love 🎎Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Ima try my best to do a 3rd person POV

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

~Andy’s POV~

2:46am and all I can think about is her moans and how good I made her feel. Her smile when I walk into the room, how strong she is, especially strong-minded. Laurie stirs in her sleep resting her arm on my chest and that’s when I look at her. I don’t find the same love I had for her before Y/N. It’s not to say I don’t love her as a person. I do dearly and I love her as the mother of my child but I don’t love her as my wife anymore.

I sigh closing my eyes finally drifting to sleep not wanting to think anymore.

...

Y/N has been avoiding me for about 3 weeks and I can’t help but feel bad. The truth is I don’t know how to tell her I want her. That night is all I can think about. I’ve been so stressed out these last few weeks because my son might be a suspect in a murder case. That’s really been weighing on my shoulders especially since I’ve been kicked off the case. Laurie has been growing cold against me and I think she believes our son did it. There’s no way he did it. And I’m scared to ask just in case she thinks I’m trying to accuse her. I just need to know we’re on the same page as a family.

I’m sitting at my desk when I’ve finally had enough. I press the button for my assistant and she walks in with a smile “hey Lynn can you bring Y/N in here to me please?”

“Yes sir” she leaves and I take a deep breath standing up. I watch out of the glass as Y/N pushes her chair out and walks with Lynn. She opens the door and sees me folding her arms. Flashbacks hit me hard and next thing I know I’m having to shield my boner. She looks so gotdamn good with her beautiful mahogany hair placed into a neat puff on top of her head, her shapely body concealed into a short tight floral skirt and an olive green top with nude sandals with gems on them. Maybe it’s because I was drunk but I’m just noticing the tattoo on the inside of her wrist that says ‘breathe’ in intricate letters

“You wanted to see me” she doesn’t even make direct eye contact with me. I nod towards the seat and she shuts the door and sits down. I lean on the front of my table watching her cross her legs and move back.

“Can I ask why you’ve been avoiding me? And don’t lie”

“Because I feel absolutely terrible about what your wife will say when she finds out you fucked your intern and further more I don’t wanna be fired for fraternizing with my bosses boss” she cuts right the the chase

“Understandable but you won’t get fired” I reassure her

“Andy I already have people that don’t like me in this office and I don’t need our business getting out and I’m scared”

“Don’t be Y/N but if you wanna stop I completely understand” I nod “I just want the old us back” I’m referring to how much we used to be. Like 2 peas in a pod. Bound at the hip. Going from best friends to not even speaking is different for us.

She stares at me with her big daunting brown eyes “I bought you a coffee it might be a lil cold but you’ll be ok” I chuckle dropping my head while she stands up to get it. Honestly I don’t wanna stop what we’re doing because I can’t get enough of her but if that’s what she wants then I won’t argue it.

Y/N comes back with the coffee in her hand and hands it to me. “Have you talked to

Laurie about it yet?” She cross her arms looking at me and it’s just something about her stance that makes me wanna place her over my knee and smack her ass red. Laurie never really enjoyed when I spanked her or pulled her hair or even choked her.

“Absolutely not” I take a sip of the lukewarm coffee. She nods in approval.

“Well back to my never ending paperwork to file”

“Just do these for me and fill this out and have it back to me by the end of the day” I watch as YN scans the paper I gave her skipping the other papers. “This is an official hiring worksheet” she states as a matter of factly.

“I’m aware”

“You wanna hire me?”

“Yea and plus you’ll make more money that what you’re making now as an intern so fill it out and you’ve got it” I smile. She bites her lip and I know she said we should stop but I could fill that pretty pussy one more time.

“Thanks” she smiles. I watch her walk away before taking a deep breath. I sit back behind my desk and continue working.

....

Another late night at the office. I sigh rubbing my hands over my face. I look out and see Y/N coming in here. I believe it’s only me and her in here. I watch as a tall man stand up and walk to her. It’s Neal. He slams papers on her desk startling her yelling throughout the office.

“You dumbass bitch. You filed the wrong fucking stack” she stands up in protest. Anger fills me half way and I’m about to slap the dog shit out of him for talking to her like that.

“Don’t you ever in your gotdamn life say some bullshit like that Neal. I’ve dealt with your shit long enough. That stack was getting filed regardless right? Ard then chill out with the fuck shit” there’s her Baltimore accent. He rises above her with intimidating power and I stand up jogging to the door. Anger washes over me as I swing the door open and stomp towards the pair. I didn’t even notice the shocked scared expression painted on Y/N’s face. I grab Neal by the collar seething like a rabid animal. Without saying a word to him I give him a death glare as a warning.

“Andy” Y/N peeps out. Neal cracks a smile and I press him against the wall watching the humor drain from his face replaced with sheer terror.

“You think this is a joke? Do you?” I scream

“Andy” Y/N screams louder and I come to my senses. I let him go watching him scramble to gather his things leaning collectively. I let out a deep sigh and she’s comes to my aid rubbing my shoulder “calm down I’m ok he didn’t hurt me”

“He wouldn’t have gotten the chance” I take a deep breath

...

It’s been a few weeks since the ordeal and unfortunately after that I was let off my sons case. To make matters worse me and Laurie got into an argument that I’m sure puts us close to the brink of separation. I believe that she thinks Jacob murdered Ben and she won’t admit to it and keeps trying to switch the narrative.

I’m sitting on the couch drinking a beer at 10:30 at night when I get a call. It’s Y/N.

“Hey Y/N” I swig the last of my beer

“Hey Andy are you busy?” She asks. She sounds nervous

“No why?” I ask smiling at the sweet sound of her voice

“Can you come by the office I have something for you”

“Y/N you know they’re gonna lose their shit if they see me in there especially after hours”

“Please it’ll be worth it” she pleads. I can already envision her bottom lip puckered out and her arms crossed. I sigh standing up stretching my back

“I’ll be there soon”

“Yay” she perks up and I laugh hanging up. I grab my coat and hear the footsteps of my basically estranged wife approaching.

“Where are you going? It’s 11:30”

“To handle some business at work” I lie. I’m not even sure what Y/N is up to. If it’s what I think it is then of course Laurie can’t know.

“I thought you were kicked off the case”

“Just some important files I forgot to log into the system. No big deal” I pull on my coat placing my hood on my head and exit swiftly. The heavy rain patters hard on the concrete splashing upward with each step I take toward the car.

I get in and press the start button watching Laurie observe me through the curtain. I reverse out of the driveway pulling off into the night.

....

I open the doors and see YN standing there with a trench coat and some heels on and a bottle of champagne. She doesn’t notice my movements as she smoothes out the wrinkles in her coat trying to perfect herself. She doesn’t realize she’s already perfect.

“To what do I owe this dubious pleasure Ms. YLN?” I inquire placing my hands on my pocket and leaning on the door frame. Her smile is bright when our eyes lock.

“Well I have made a change of my mind on something” I walk towards her where she sits me down in the chair standing before me. My heart is racing and my dick is starting to get hard.

“I bought the champagne just in case you need some extra convincing” she laughs. YN opens her coat dropping it on the floor revealing a beautiful 2 piece LINGERIE set. Her body compliments the piece beautifully and that’s when I really take her in. Not just for her sex appeal but for her in general. She kisses me leaning down and straddling my waist where I hold her hips and grab a handful of what’s really mine.

<3rd Person POV>

Andy can’t help but moan as YN grinds down on his thick throbbing boner just waiting to be released from its shackles. Her dominant side takes over and she grabs his face planting an open mouth kiss on his neck. She works on his pants getting on her knees. Mouth salivating as his dick finally springs free. She wraps her acrylic nails around the base swirling her top around collecting the precum.

Andy sinks in the chair ravishing in her skills. He presses her hair out of the way watching the way her pretty brown eyes stare back at him while she sucks and slurps her way to his soul. His head falls back guiding his hips into the back of her throat never breaking rhythm. She pulls his penis out of her mouth rubbing her thumb and palm over the tip while she takes one of his balls in his mouth. A loud moan escapes his lips. Andy has never experienced this before. Not this detailed to say the least.

All the while he’s receiving glorious pleasure, Laurie is home rocking and sobbing on the shower floor. She’s come to the conclusion that her husband doesn’t love her anymore and than her son is a murderer. While one of those is true she can’t help but feel rage and insanity boil within her.

Laurie collects herself and dries off grabbing a pair of jeans and a a shirt. She places her wet hair up letting it air dry. Her long legs stride to her sons room where he’d playing his game but pauses it and looks at her “are you ok mom?” Jacob asks

“Come with me honey we’re gonna go for a ride” before he can respond Laurie leaves the room going downstairs grabbing her shoes. She’s out of her mind. It’s like she’s watching herself complete this indescribable action and she can’t stop it. But she knows deep down in her heart Jacob murdered this boy and she can’t live her life knowing her son is a murderer.

Andy pulls YN up by the neck dragging his tongue along the bottom of her mouth holding her captive in his spell once again. He pulls her panties off collecting her wetness through his fingers. She’s more than ready. Andy pulls YN down on top of his dick watching her gasp as he fills her up.

“Feel that?” He rasps “that’s all yours”

“It’s mine. You’re mine” she utters rocking and swirling her hips electrifying her heated body. Her hands grip the arm rests of the chair as Andy starts pumping up into her.

Her sweet moans. Andy could listen to her moans all day. Laurie was never loud or pornographic like this. Not by a long shot. He watches her ass bounce on his lap as she licks and nips as his ear. The clapping and slushing sounds of their juices makes music to YN’s ears.

“My dirty little slut so fucking wet for me”

Meanwhile Laurie has just downed her second glass of bourbon while waiting for Jacob to approach. She places her glass in the sink when she hears his footsteps.

“Mom where are we going?” The young boy asks watching his mother look so far gone it looks like it’ll take her aged to return.

“Just for a drive” is all she says before she grabs the car keys walking past him and to the car. Jacob shuts and locks the door placing his hand on the car door and instantly gets this gut wrenching feeling that he needs to stay home.

“Maybe I should stay?” He asks

“Nonsense just get in” she starts the engine and Jacob takes a deep breath getting in the passenger seat. He grabs and locks his seatbelt as Laurie pulls out of the driveway pulling off. She takes an unfamiliar road of what looks like dark road. The sound of the rain was always Jacobs favorite. Only this time it dreaded him even more. The rain was heavy, loud, and unforgiving to any car that would step forth on the slippery slope with a daring intention to overcome it.

“Jacob I’m going to ask you one question and I need you to answer honestly” oh no. Jacob knew this question all too well “did you kill Ben?”

“Mom I already told you no” that wasn’t the answer Laurie had damn near given up her marriage for and she knew it wasn’t the truth. She just couldn’t shake this feeling that he was lying. Before she knows it she starts speeding up to 30 miles an hour when the speed limit is 35 but of course driving slow in this nasty weather is imperative but she didn’t care. It was imperative for Jacob to tell her the truth and she was convinced he wasn’t doing that.

“Jacob I’m being very serious tell me the truth”

“I am mom slow down” he pleads with her trying to understand why he isn’t believing her. Her foot presses on the gas even more going 45 miles an hour He goes on his Apple Watch sending a quick text to his father praying to God he answers immediately.

Andy’s wrist buzzes but he doesn’t even bother looking at it as YN whimpers his name. Her hands shake as they try to find something to grab onto. Andy grabs her arms wrapping them behind her back as he holds her waist down thrusting upward hitting her sensitive g-spot making she cries out and squeeze his thick hands. The black hole soon to swallow the two up at the same time.

By this time Laurie is screaming at Jacob and has reached 70 miles an hour down the long road. Jacob pull on his seatbelt which locked for his protection. “Jacob I know you did. Your father may believe your lies but I don’t. You’re just like him. He lies to me and says he’s doing work and I just know he’s screwing someone else” Laurie is fed up. Tears pool both of their faces. Hers in despair and Jacobs in fear. She reaches 90. Jacob has been trying to call Andy and to no avail, no answer. He’s weighed all the possible outcomes of throwing himself out the car but with his locked seatbelt it won’t work.

“Jacob tell me the truth” before he can answer she presses on the gas going to 100. His chest is tight and Jacob has a feeling he’s going to die.

YN’s legs shake as Andy keeps drilling into her relentlessly wanting to make the biggest mess of her. “Neal can’t have you. No one can have you your mine. Fuck this tight pussy is gonna make me fill you up”

“Andy I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me darling” As the pair reach their climax grasping onto each other for dear life Laurie reaches hers screaming at Jacob continuing to incline the accelerator as he continues calling his father on his apple watch. The teary eyed boy sees that the speedometer has reached 104 Mph and all attempts to try to stop his manic mother have faded. He silently prays as she yells one final statement “I know you did it”

Andy clutches YN’s quaking body as she whines taking the thrusts of his dick with no other option. The duo moans out loudly just as Laurie and Jacob scream before black consumes the both of them. She crashed the car head first into the side of a brick tunnel.

YN looks at Andy who has a small smile on his face. His hands unwrap from her lower back where he held her in place and she looks at his Apple Watch seeing the 7 missed calls from Jacob and one text reading: “mom losing shit”. YN glances at the time displaying 1:22am. Why is Jacob awake and why did he call 7 times.

“Andy you need to go. Jacob called you 7 times” his eyes go wide as the brown skinned mistress pulls herself off of his deflating member as he tries calling Jacob back. It goes straight to voicemail. Andy can’t think of anything but the worst.